Path's that never crossed
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Star wars or Kotor, if I did I would be making a sequel to the game right now instead of writing this fic, thank god that I enjoy writing or else I'd be really depressed.
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I was deluding my self; I knew it, as I took the Ebon Hawk off Coursucant and set course to Dantooine. The enclave was rubble and I knew it, I too had felt the truth to Saul's words as he casually let us know that one of the few places I had found a sense of peace was in ashes and scattered to the wind.
But I wanted to see for myself; I think that she would have wanted to as well.
Bastilla.
Why did you interfere?
Would the universe have missed me, I know that I mourned you, I would have immediately when Carth and I got back to the ship, but having to act, to make sure, that I wasn't killed by the others that I also depended on, before I had a chance to save you, and see you save yourself.
When you came through the blast doors I could feel you even though I couldn't move, sending Malek into the next room, I could feel you, your desperation, fear, passion, anger, hate. love. You sent me a last glance knowing what would happen seeing me in my own desperation racing for the doors as the sealed themselves at your command.
I railed against those doors, the lightsaber deflected each time by the heavy shielding, my power over the force, sending waves of it against them, were ineffective. I might as well have put myself out of the airlock and tried to breath without an environmental suit.
It felt like an eternity of anger sorrow and a cold burning knot in my stomace that told me you would not survive or worse you would be turned. Carth grabbed me, telling me that we had to get back to the Hawk. As we ran I sent you every ounce of strength that I could through our bond.
All through my conversation with everyone all the power I could send through the band I did. But it wasn't enough, as we started to fly for Korriban I felt you lose conscious thought. I stayed in the bunks for the rest of the trip.
The emotions I felt after that probably helped me to fool Yuthara and Uthar into thinking that I wanted to become a sith when all I wanted to do was wring their necks and take the Star Map by force something Canderous and HK- 47 would have loved to do, two things stayed my hand. I knew where the dark side of the force had led me before, and it was what you would have wanted, what you had admired me for, what you thought you could never have.
I thought I could turn her back. That she could gain redemption and walk within the light again.
What a fool I am.
When we met again on the top of the temple, and you said we could rule together I nearly came with you. But I knew you would only remain loyal to me as long as you believed that you couldn't beat me, you would eventually betray me, just as I had once betrayed the jedi order.
As I stand within the rubble of this place where I once felt peace and now find devastation and death. The Ebon Hawk resting a thousand meters or so behind me. I can nearly feel HK-47 and T3-M4 watching me from the view port. They were to only ones of our little group I allowed to come with me. But then they were to only ones on the ship when I took it.
I kneel on the ground placing the three lightsabers I now carry always in front of me. Bastilla's duel bladed saber modified with the Heart of the Guardian crystal, Solari and Upari. It's orange color blazed with power when activated and I kept it in Bastilla's memory.
A short lightsaber Violet when activated Opilia, and Jenruax resting within it as well. Violet a color that dark jedi apprentices often carried, to remind me that I could still fall, and that the potential to become a sith lord to lay waste to everything that I valued in this galaxy lay waiting for me to slip from the path.
My original lightsaber beside that, with the Mantle of the Force placed carefully within the weapon, Damind and the Krayt Dragon Pearl augmenting its strength. A turquoise blade like that of the old Sith lord Exar Kun, declaring the evil I once wielded and that I had been redeemed.
Staring at the weapons did me no good, I stood reattaching them to my belt my Jedi knight's robes ruffled about me slightly as I reached my full height. Something had drawn me here to see this place, a pull in the force perhaps?
Possible but not something to be totally reliant on, that was what the first of Jolee's stories had taught me in a way. You cannot always rely on destiny, it might just toss you into a hyperdrive engine.
Slowly I trudged on, noting that the kath hounds had completely abandoned the area, the scorched grass and pieces of the enclave that were strewn about the area did little to alleviate the sense that I walked upon a dead planet.
Soon I reached the area where the force crystal cave had been, striding into the little hollow of what was left of it and found that there were little of the precious crystals left, but the deep pool that had existed in the far side of the cave had been drained leading to another area.
Slowly I crept down into the dank darkness of the new cave, the glossy pebbles of the old pool shifting slightly under my soft boots. I walked quietly, trying not to disturb the seeming serenity of this place, it was completely black inside of it. The force guided me through the many twists and turns drawing me ever closer to something I can almost feel now.
A soft green glow emanated from around a bend, I noted it in my mind keeping my slow pace watching as it got brighter with my approach. As I turned the corner the sight of a huge force crystal greeted my eyes. Almost in a trance I walk forward, one hand reaching out to touch it.
A warm smooth surface greeted my fingers as I lightly ran them over the crystals surface. Only two of the main focusing crystals within the light sabers on my belt had felt this way, I could sense deep-rooted power within it. As I started to pull my hand away I found that the pads of my fingers would not leave it.
Before my eves a section of crystal above me seemed to jut out and down walling me off from the rest of the world. My eyes widened in panic as the wall began to move back towards the crystal. Was I going to be crushed? But I felt a pull against my arm and found that it was half of it was inside the crystal! The wall met my back and pushed me towards the towering crystals main mass I cried out once and then I knew no more.
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All right a prologue, some criticism would be good. I would tell you all that this was my first fic but I figure that it would be a waste of time. It seems a bit cliché, okay maybe it is really cliché but it's what I did. If you can't live with that, then you need professional psychiatric help because its just story.
Any suggestion as to where to send our angsty little jedi hero would be welcome.
Send all the flames you want, as they will be used in lieu of plasma grenades, and to toast Terentatek brand Jedi shaped marshmallows.
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Star wars or Kotor, if I did I would be making a sequel to the game right now instead of writing this fic, thank god that I enjoy writing or else I'd be really depressed.
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I was deluding my self; I knew it, as I took the Ebon Hawk off Coursucant and set course to Dantooine. The enclave was rubble and I knew it, I too had felt the truth to Saul's words as he casually let us know that one of the few places I had found a sense of peace was in ashes and scattered to the wind.
But I wanted to see for myself; I think that she would have wanted to as well.
Bastilla.
Why did you interfere?
Would the universe have missed me, I know that I mourned you, I would have immediately when Carth and I got back to the ship, but having to act, to make sure, that I wasn't killed by the others that I also depended on, before I had a chance to save you, and see you save yourself.
When you came through the blast doors I could feel you even though I couldn't move, sending Malek into the next room, I could feel you, your desperation, fear, passion, anger, hate. love. You sent me a last glance knowing what would happen seeing me in my own desperation racing for the doors as the sealed themselves at your command.
I railed against those doors, the lightsaber deflected each time by the heavy shielding, my power over the force, sending waves of it against them, were ineffective. I might as well have put myself out of the airlock and tried to breath without an environmental suit.
It felt like an eternity of anger sorrow and a cold burning knot in my stomace that told me you would not survive or worse you would be turned. Carth grabbed me, telling me that we had to get back to the Hawk. As we ran I sent you every ounce of strength that I could through our bond.
All through my conversation with everyone all the power I could send through the band I did. But it wasn't enough, as we started to fly for Korriban I felt you lose conscious thought. I stayed in the bunks for the rest of the trip.
The emotions I felt after that probably helped me to fool Yuthara and Uthar into thinking that I wanted to become a sith when all I wanted to do was wring their necks and take the Star Map by force something Canderous and HK- 47 would have loved to do, two things stayed my hand. I knew where the dark side of the force had led me before, and it was what you would have wanted, what you had admired me for, what you thought you could never have.
I thought I could turn her back. That she could gain redemption and walk within the light again.
What a fool I am.
When we met again on the top of the temple, and you said we could rule together I nearly came with you. But I knew you would only remain loyal to me as long as you believed that you couldn't beat me, you would eventually betray me, just as I had once betrayed the jedi order.
As I stand within the rubble of this place where I once felt peace and now find devastation and death. The Ebon Hawk resting a thousand meters or so behind me. I can nearly feel HK-47 and T3-M4 watching me from the view port. They were to only ones of our little group I allowed to come with me. But then they were to only ones on the ship when I took it.
I kneel on the ground placing the three lightsabers I now carry always in front of me. Bastilla's duel bladed saber modified with the Heart of the Guardian crystal, Solari and Upari. It's orange color blazed with power when activated and I kept it in Bastilla's memory.
A short lightsaber Violet when activated Opilia, and Jenruax resting within it as well. Violet a color that dark jedi apprentices often carried, to remind me that I could still fall, and that the potential to become a sith lord to lay waste to everything that I valued in this galaxy lay waiting for me to slip from the path.
My original lightsaber beside that, with the Mantle of the Force placed carefully within the weapon, Damind and the Krayt Dragon Pearl augmenting its strength. A turquoise blade like that of the old Sith lord Exar Kun, declaring the evil I once wielded and that I had been redeemed.
Staring at the weapons did me no good, I stood reattaching them to my belt my Jedi knight's robes ruffled about me slightly as I reached my full height. Something had drawn me here to see this place, a pull in the force perhaps?
Possible but not something to be totally reliant on, that was what the first of Jolee's stories had taught me in a way. You cannot always rely on destiny, it might just toss you into a hyperdrive engine.
Slowly I trudged on, noting that the kath hounds had completely abandoned the area, the scorched grass and pieces of the enclave that were strewn about the area did little to alleviate the sense that I walked upon a dead planet.
Soon I reached the area where the force crystal cave had been, striding into the little hollow of what was left of it and found that there were little of the precious crystals left, but the deep pool that had existed in the far side of the cave had been drained leading to another area.
Slowly I crept down into the dank darkness of the new cave, the glossy pebbles of the old pool shifting slightly under my soft boots. I walked quietly, trying not to disturb the seeming serenity of this place, it was completely black inside of it. The force guided me through the many twists and turns drawing me ever closer to something I can almost feel now.
A soft green glow emanated from around a bend, I noted it in my mind keeping my slow pace watching as it got brighter with my approach. As I turned the corner the sight of a huge force crystal greeted my eyes. Almost in a trance I walk forward, one hand reaching out to touch it.
A warm smooth surface greeted my fingers as I lightly ran them over the crystals surface. Only two of the main focusing crystals within the light sabers on my belt had felt this way, I could sense deep-rooted power within it. As I started to pull my hand away I found that the pads of my fingers would not leave it.
Before my eves a section of crystal above me seemed to jut out and down walling me off from the rest of the world. My eyes widened in panic as the wall began to move back towards the crystal. Was I going to be crushed? But I felt a pull against my arm and found that it was half of it was inside the crystal! The wall met my back and pushed me towards the towering crystals main mass I cried out once and then I knew no more.
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All right a prologue, some criticism would be good. I would tell you all that this was my first fic but I figure that it would be a waste of time. It seems a bit cliché, okay maybe it is really cliché but it's what I did. If you can't live with that, then you need professional psychiatric help because its just story.
Any suggestion as to where to send our angsty little jedi hero would be welcome.
Send all the flames you want, as they will be used in lieu of plasma grenades, and to toast Terentatek brand Jedi shaped marshmallows.