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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 3, 2007 0:37:56 GMT -4
“I won’t… break,” Cerasi struggled, unknowingly echoing those words Scout had said so many times ago during torture. “Ugh, you idiot! You’re letting her out!”
I’m a part of you, Cerasi. You never stood a chance. He’s saying the key words there, sucker.
Cerasi felt the unbearable pain again, this time in her head. She struggled not to drop her lightsaber. “How… dare you…” she whispered. “How…”
And then something pushed her to the ground. She looked up at the face of Nait Gash. “Whoa, looks like you need a bandaide,” he said. “You wouldn’t kill your own brother, right?”
“No, of course not…” What? She wasn’t supposed to be saying that! “Ugh! Shut up!”
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Post by tallboydave on Aug 3, 2007 0:43:51 GMT -4
Mariel managed to make it to the hanger. She saw Padme near the entrance ramp of the Killer, and ran for it. She was almost ther-
*BZWAP!*
A blaster shot rang out, and Mariel was sent tumbling, as a stormtrooper shot her through the chest.
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Post by hk47fan on Aug 3, 2007 0:45:20 GMT -4
Naos
I pulled Cerasi up from the floor, who was now without her lightsaber ,and I slowly removed her helmet, to see the bruised face of Cerasi/Scout. "We have many, many memories together, Scout....but the most distinct one is mere months after the purge began. We were on Lok together, in a cave and at the lake....and we kissed....a kiss like no other....that both of us loved...." I said softly, even stroking her cheeks
I saw Sora walk in after killing more Imperials, and he stopped beside Nait.
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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 3, 2007 1:09:15 GMT -4
Padme turned around and fred more shots into the incoming Imperials. Dragging Mariel into the ship, she heard a familiar sound, something she had not heard since…
“Anakin…”
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There came a turning point in the clash of light against dark. It did not come from a flash of lightning or slah of energy blade, though there were these in plently; it did not come from a flying kick or a surgically precise punch, though these could have been traded, too. It came as the battle shifted from the confines of Cerasi’s subconscious and into the physical world: it came as Naos’ words brought tears to Cerasi’s eyes, so small and crystalline that could have stayed there forever.
The Force and Scout’s sheer will ripped the paneling of the landing pad and swirled them around her, finally being flung into the dark depths of the ocean. It came when the avatar of dark resolved into the lineage of the Sith, with the lineage resolved into one single person.
It came when Cerasi found herself alone against the light. It burned.
In that short, short battle between minds, wills, and beliefs, her vision finally cut through the light cloud of fog that always brought the pain into her life. Finally, she saw the truth. The truth: the she, a manifestasion of darkness, the fiercest, most loyal servant to the Empire it had ever know…
just—
didn’t—
have it.
She had never had it. She had lost before she started. She had lost before she was born. The tiny voice inside her had changed. It had grown, had adapted, It had been taking control from the start. It was new.
While Cerasi—
Cerasi had spent the last fourteen years of her life training under her Master, trained to hunt, to kill. This voice inside of her could not be destroyed with a lightsaber. Or even the Force. As Cerasi began to see, she couldn’t fight something inside of her. She had to just be. She was tired of all this making.[/u]
Cerasi wanted a break.
Maybe it was Blue talking again. Maybe she should see a shrink. As Cerasi lowered her barriers, a tiny glass wall inside of her cracked.
It was a click in her mind.
Memories and imaged flooded her senses. She fell to her knees, overwhelmed. Her yellow eyes were fading back to blue, but stopped in the middle of the process. Her pale skin did not change, because she really was hurt… Nothing except her eyes which had been staring at the group so coldly before.
Which memories were her’s?!
Who was she?
Was she Scout Gash, a failed Jedi Padawan with a Master to avenge? Or was she Cerasi, trained since birth to become a killing machine?
It all came too fast for her. She was aware of a long whine, and realized it was herself. She was screaming. She didn’t care. Her head hurt. I need a drink…
She wanted to pass out.
She almost did.
She was aware of the red-head helping her to her feet. She looked at the girl, and the first instinct was to pull away. She did. And as soon as she was up and able to walk, the girl was gone.
She had ran away.
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Post by hk47fan on Aug 3, 2007 10:50:43 GMT -4
Vader
Stormtroopers scattered around in the base, planting explosives and also looting everything they could find. I wanted every single thing found and brought to me. I needed to see all of Trok's belongings, incase he did escape.....
He won't.
I had let him and Nait go, but Lady Cerasi can kill them. And it would hurt them more than I ever could, because they had cared for her so, yet the girl they loved is about to kill them. I wanted to kill Trok, but this was the next best thing....
I sensed a small hint of the Force inside him. It explained why he could use a lightsaber. Nait and those other Jedi have probably taught him.
Slowly I walked into the hanger, and saw Trok's ship, along with the woman I had wanted for over two years now....
"Padme....at long last...." I said to her gently
Sora
I barely had the Force yet I could know Scout was confused. She was split between who she was and who Vader told her to be. I didn't say a word, and just watched her as she tried to figure it all out. She was hurting gravely.
I wanted to help her, but it might only make it worse. "Scout....we all care about you........" I finally whispered
I continued to see her tear herself apart, and finally she took off. "NO! SCOUT!" I yelled instinctively, and shoved Naos and Nait out of the way as I went after her
We've come too far to let her go now.....
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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 3, 2007 15:49:15 GMT -4
Padme was shaking. Nack was already in the ship, and thoughts too horrible to imagine crossed Padmé’s mind as to what Vader would do to him if Vader found out he was his nephew…
Looking at Vader, Padmé took a step back in disgust. “You’ve come to kill me,” she said flatly.
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She didn’t know how far she was going to run, or how long. She was half-expecting to be cut down by a stray laser bolt or trip and fall into the ocean below. Heart pounding she ran hard and fast. Her water-proof boots prevented her from slipping, and her face was dotted by rain, and tears. She knew one thing:
If she kept running, they wouldn’t find her. She had to leave. Right now. She had nothing planned out ahead in the future, but she’d cross that bridge when it came… get away from Vader, from Naos, from the Empire, from Sora…
Her legs pounded beneath her in an odd sort of rhythm, and she began to unconsciously recite the numbers in Basic.
fifteen, sixteen…
What was wrong with her? She was a nutcase, wasn’t she? A fool, an idiot.
twenty-three, twenty-four…
What was her name? Really, what was her real name?
fifty-two, fifty-three…
Her legs were starting to throb with pain. In a deserted landing pad, her knee finally buckled under her weight and she slipped across the landing pad’s surface, unconsciously throwing her hands out to break her fall. She managed a quick scramble towards the bridge connecting the landing pad and the entrance into the city, and carefully climbed down the side of the ‘pad, reaching for the small square bulge of metallic blue metal, a maintenance worker’s perch, big enough for three people, and sat under the bridge, knees to her chest, shoulders shaking with long, dreadful sobs.
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Post by hk47fan on Aug 3, 2007 16:13:52 GMT -4
Vader
"I came to kill the others, and destroy this city," I said to her "Not you. I came to take you back with me. We can rule the Galaxy together. I can kill the Emperor, and you, Cerasi, and I can be a family together....we both always wanted it. I have been eager to find you, my love. So we can finally be together. I have missed you more than anything, Padme....I did this all for you...."
"But before I do take you, I must ask....where is our child? Is it....dead?" I asked, not wanting to believe it "Is it here? I have never known of a child besides the Taban spawn. Have you hidden it? I need to know, Padme."
Sora
It took all the strength out of me to keep up with Scout. I didn't even have my lightsaber activated anymore. It might scare her even more, and I just needed to focus on where she was. As we began to exit the city, I wondered what she was trying to do.
She has nowhere else to go...not back to the Empire. If anything, I wouldn't be suprised if she tried to-
No, I couldn't even consider that possibility. Scout wouldn't do that. I knew she was confused, but....she wouldn't dare. Or would she?
I knew her, for several months I was with her constantly....she couldn't just kill herself, unless it was something even huger than this.
I suddenly ran outside, once again into Kamino's pouring rain, and stared out at the deserted pad. Where did she go?
I slowly closed my eyes, and trusted my senses. I began to hear sobbing, and I could feel her....
I looked down under the bridge to the landing pad, and saw a girl curled up, in tears. Slowly I climbed down to her, and said "Scout...listen...I know this is confusing....I want to try to help you...."
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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 3, 2007 16:21:55 GMT -4
“You killed out child,” Padmé spat. Her resolve visibally crumbled. “She was miscarried after you strangled me… She died in my hands… You monster… I can never share a family with you! You’re not Anakin any more! You’re a shadow of the man I loved! You should have died on Mustafar where you belonged!”
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Her shoulders were still shaking, and she leaned her head against the metal. Such a headache… “Should I trust you?” she whispered. “No one can help me… It hurts so much. Added into the physical wounds equals a boatload of pain.” She cracked a smile on her dry, chapped lips. A part of Scout could be seen there, the social indifference.
“So how do I figure this shit out?” she asked. “How are you going to help me? Are you going to try and brainwash me?”
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Post by hk47fan on Aug 3, 2007 16:35:38 GMT -4
Vader
"Padme....I...." I said slowly, taking her hand "I don't know what to say.....what....have I done?"
"But I can repair the damage, we can rule the Galaxy, I can get any child you want, we could have more....I am sorry our first one died, but....I promise you I can fill the void left by it....just....come with me....." I begged
Sora
I shook my head "No, no one could ever completely brainwash you. Because deep down you know what is true. What Naos told you is true. I promise you. And you know it deep down. You know what really happened at the Temple. You know you are Scout. Cerasi is just some figment Vader created."
"I know....to you....this does seem like brainwashing. With mere words. But you have the Force. If you just try, you can know what's right and what isn't. With your instincts, deep down, with the Force....you can do it." I said, trying to make her realize the truth after all this time, I knew it was hard but I could not lose hope
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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 3, 2007 16:47:41 GMT -4
“You really are a monster,” Padme said. “You expect me to believe you? You expect me to trust you? Vader lost my trust a long ago. Anakin Skywalker still has my heart. And he always will. I have no desire for political power or an Empire. That’s exactly what I’m fighting against!”
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“If the Force was so high-and-mighty, I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be where I’m supposed to be instead of under a kriffing bridge in the middle of a rainstorm.”
She sniffed and rubbed her red, bloodshot eyes. The rain had been slowly washing out the vivid purple hair dye she had grown accustomed to having, and she was beginning to turn brown at the roots.
“The Force got me into this mess,” she said. “I have no idea who I am or what my purpose is. I don’t have a family anymore! I don’t have a life! Some idiot took it away from me… I have nothing to fight for anymore…”
She broke down again and buried her head in her knees, shoulders shaking in sobs.
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