Here's the sequel, or continuation of the story Where Doesn't It Hurt!, which left off on a cliffhanger. Some of you have been waiting excitedly and forever for this, some of you aren't reading this and skipped straight to the story, and some of you will read this and not make any sense out of it since you were too daunted the read the LONG first part to its entirety.
Either way, the show must go on and I proudly give you the beginning of a great story (do I have to utter 'if I do say so myself') that began one and a half years ago, with the start of my first fanfic that made me see it now as something so much more.
Sequel: This is a continuation of Where Doesn't It Hurt! The author recommends reading that story prior to this, unless you like reading what makes little sense.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and some of the syntax is excerpted out of the Star Wars: The Clone Wars episode "Tipping Points". I do not own SWTCW. It is owned by Lucasfilm and Disney, and no copywriter infringement is intended.
Rating: Rated Teen for some hard violence and sensual descriptions, like my last story. However, as warning, there will be more violent descriptions in this story than my last one.
Third Person's POV
Two thousand years since the start of the Clone Wars, there was some prosperity. True, there was the Great War that was cacophony of evocative proportions; when there was war on a thousand star systems, pitted against a thousand more Sith and Jedi alike.
But between such times of war, there was peace and tranquility. A time for people to enjoy themselves for who they are, despite them being blinded by their own greed and dogma. Still, that may be exactly what was concocted to produce theq Clone Wars, the 'Great War' of such a generation.
For many, they were ready for war since the day they matured. The day that they realized they can make something in this world... The day when there was a burning feeling to create..., or create by destruction. Either way, it was the creation of something. A fire ruptures from a singeing flame, which ignites from an ill-gotten spark.
War begins out of greed..., or out of self-preservation. Both mindsets are easily morphed into the same goal, but war will always survive. The Star Wars can never die and good times must eventually come to an end.
Two Gen'dai were exploring their world, almost at the same two thousand years prior to the Clone Wars. One was named Ge'ni Alle and the other was called Jubil A'ont. Yes, they were strange names for a strange race, but the two Gen'dai treated each other like brothers. Best friends in a time when they weren't warriors. They just got to enjoy their homeworld since they weren't warriors at heart yet, as most Gen'dai aspire to be.
The air was pure with moisture, for their home was ladled by a waterfall that fell a klick to the west of their village. Ge'ni took a deep breath out of the air around him, with the sultry smell of plantlife. Just as the waterfall fed a large pool of water before going out in an estuary stream.
Going closer to the waterfall made sense for they felt the wind rush against their purple-and-red-toned heads, knowing that the spray of the waterfall hitting the pool would not last. Rain at such an obvious scale the waterfall showcases, doesn't hit their homeplanet very often.
"Aw, I love the feeling of rushing water." Ge'ni hummed.
"You're such a softy." Jubil stated. "We're ugly creatures with an ugly heart. Learn to be a beast, Ge'ni... That's what we all are... Beasts!"
That's how he's come to see his race of people. Most other species in the galaxy would rather give a blind eye to Gen'dai. But could anyone blame them? All Gen'dai had a natural resistance to pain since they didn't have a central nervous system. Sure, wounds would hurt, but they can take pain much stronger than most other beings.
So, why would a resistance to pain be shunned by most other species. It shouldn't. Often, sentient beings associate a gift as a threat. But this, too, is something that naturally occurs.
The two Gen'dai were searching for Pikobis that would make up their dinner, so they searched and searched for their meal. Sometimes, it would be a failure so they would have to return without such a meal. Eventually, though, they came by one that was purple and blue-spotted in order to blend in to the environment.
"Oh... Oh, Ge'ni!' Jubil called out. "I found one."
Ge'ni smiled. "Well, what are you waiting for? Catch it! Catch it!" Ge'ni nodded his head in encouragement.
Jubil ran forward and stretched out to grab it, but missed. He zigzagged with the creature as it croaked with fear.
"Come on, you! Stop moving!" Jubil roared.
Before he knew it, the creature led him to a cliff edge, slanted like a bluff. The foliage that covered the planet made the terrain unpredictable and he began tumbling over the edge, sliding, his clothes being scraped and muddied by the ground as he continued to roll down, down, down until he met rock solid ground.
Jubil's elongated fingers sunk into the ground as he lifted his head to look around. Walls were piling up on all sides, acquiesce to more greenery, as well as trails of mud, with some etched ridges where appeared running water once took place in the soft, fragile ground.
Looking around once more, he realized that he stumbled upon a crater. With the Pikobi forgotten, he turned his head around and noticed one piece of bush had something unusual to all the green around it, almost lost and alone.
A fire was burning inside the brown twigs as Jubil was awed by the sight of it. Just a tiny bit a was almost unheard of on his planet, so that one piece of pyro stayed withered in his mind as he carefully stared into the wondrous flare.
It was almost magical, and he didn't know how the fire even started, but it was amazing to note that the bush kept burning and burning, eventually being eaten up by the flame. However, its disintegration persisted on with a gratuitous process.
Jubil climbed up the slippery bluff on his own as he slowly made his way to the top, stopping to make sure the fire was in his hand. When he reached the surface of the cliff, he stopped to continue and gawk at that same bush, marveling the pyro in all its burning glory.
"Jubil!" Ge'ni called out, searching to see where his friend was ever since he chased the Pikobi. But once he found him staring at the bush, he stopped himself and to gaze into the fire.
The bush was turning black as the fire continued to slide wherever the curving leaves took it, still gentle, but sometimes made a crackle of sparks. The fire seemed like a tool to be owned, and both Ge'ni and Jubil lustfully wanted such a marvel.
"You better hand that over, Jubil." Ge'ni muttered as he stared into the flames, looking at it as if it were their own reflection.
"No..." Jubil simply stated.
Ge'ni grabbed his shoulder. "It's beautiful... Can't you give a friend such beauty?"
Jubil smiled as he shook his head. "So like you, Ge'ni. You see this thing as an art. I see it for what it really is. A tool. Something to use." He mockingly shrugged Ge'ni off.
Ge'ni mimicked his friend with the shake of his own head. "But I like it more. I need it more than you." With a sudden lunge, he scraped the bush out of his grasp. Jubil didn't behave any better as he reached for the bush as well.
Both pulled on each ends apart with Ge'ni getting the smaller half. 'No!' Ge'ni thought to himself. 'That burning heat is mine! It's always too wet on this planet! I need it to escape this reality!"
Ge'ni gave a yell and grabbed his friends arm, twisting it in a position that would have broke him.
"You fool! My body can't break!" Jubil mocked.
"But it can't endure pain of the fire!" Ge'ni shouted again and grabbed his neck choking him. His finger wrapped around the tough neck and continued to squeeze to suck the life out of him.. But even that did little.
With him pinned down, Jubil gasped for breath. "I... I can't be killed this way." Being a Gen'dai under pressure, he started to sweat oil, expelling bits of his innards out through his skin. He continued to sweat, gasp, flail his arms as Ge'ni had the upper hand... Literally.
The bush was beginning the ending phases of it incineration as the flame grew and started to slide onto Jubil's balmy fingers...
And the fire spread to his hand, his elbow, his arm!
"Ahhhh! AHHH!" He shouted. Despite having an ugly mug, Jubil carried a light in his eye. He begged for mercy. "Please. Please! Friend! Ge'ni, you're like a brother to me! Keep the fire! I don't need it anymore!"
Ge'ni cackled. "You ungrateful little fool. I don't need the burning flames anymore. They belong to you."
The fire continued to spread from his arm to his shoulder to his chest... It was searing his heart, baking his lungs, gnarling his twisted muscles, but the flame continued to force Jubil to sweat more under the heat and hysteria... He was being burned alive!
And he was choking... He looked desperately at his friend. "Save me. Save me." He gasped.
Ge'ni grinned widely. "You're welcome..., best friend."
Jubil continued to scream, anguishing from the flames. His large legs were flailing in the cool breeze, on top of a fiery noon sun. Jubil continued to burn, losing hope, cursing his decision to keep the fire.
To Ge'ni, killing him so creatively was like an art. It made him proud.
Ge'ni let go of his neck once the fire reached his collarbone as he savored the relaxed view of watching him burn alive. Eventually, Jubil's screams were muffled as the flames crawled down his waist as well as slither up and reach his mouth. Jubil couldn't get up; he lost all the strength to do so. All he could do was hope his death came quickly.
His thrashings got slower... Slowed down... His body baked like a log, his tendril muscles turning into blackened flecks of ash. Then his movement stopped entirely (disappointing Ge'ni) as the cooked Gen'dai was turned to ash...
The fire died down as the body it burned on was reduced to cinders. By permission, Jubil was surely dead and Ge'ni was ecstatic as he grabbed a last chunk of black flesh and smiled broadly at his masterpiece.
"I damned and purged you of your existence. You'll be forgotten, my friend... Damn and purge... Sounds like a good name to me... In time, when you're forgotten, friend, I'll be hailed as one name: Durge."
Durge grabbed what was left of the body, tug his fingers inside its bloody mass, and underneath what was left of the chest cavity, he found his heart... He starred at Jubil's tubular heart and remembered how Jubil would goad the late Ge'ni to become a beast... And he fulfilled his friend's wishes.
He was going back to his village to show all the children his new masterpiece, but not until the monstrous Gen'dai took a bite out of the heart, then stowed it away in order to keep it from spoiling. After all, he had to bring home his family something to eat.
Anakin's POV
I don't like sand. The heat. The overwork just to survive the elements. The way all beings had to squander to survive in the opressive void of the desert. With the Sand People squirmishing on any unlucky travelers, those animals! The way in the city; how everone betted on those podraces. And slavery being rampant when the rest of the Republic was against it. I hated the people who lieved on this world, those scum who owned other beings. I hated how so much of my dark past etched with the desert's history. I hated it all, hated the sand, the heat, the burning flames.
Tatooine was surely a ruthless place.
I had to make sure the ship, the Twilight, could at least hover all the way to my stepfamily's homestead in the middle of the desert. The location of the place was so remote that it was like they were trying to hide from the real world.
One thing was for certain. After this adventure, there was no way that I would return to this hellforsaken place again.
With me, was two unwanted companions- I take that back. Numa had the fortitude to save my life in Mos Eisley and return me of my lightsaber. She could be resourceful at the right moment. Jar Jar, on the other hand, shouldn't be here. The only reason he was with me on this mission was because Numa tricked him into taking her to Tatooine, where she knew I was. How she was able to escape Padme's apartment was unknown to me, but either way, both of these characters were here whether I wanted it or not.
"Olemme monisäikeinen, eivät ole meidän, Nerra." Numa stated, looking towards all sides and seeing nothing but endless desert.
"Yeah." I simply said. "We need to get to the nearest piece of civilization and get this ship fixed." I commented back to her, even though I didn't know what she was saying. It was hard to follow someone who didn't know any other language except Twi'leki.
Jar Jar hid inside the shadows of the Twilight. "Why did yousa let the otha ship gosa?" Jar Jar asked Anakin about how he let Terry Bonteri, owner of the Millenium Falcon, leave without him requesting any aid since their ship could barely make it off the ground.
"Stupid decision-making, Jar Jar. You want good advice: don't follow my lead."
I hated being the Chosen One. Hated all the pressure of being an extraordinary sentient when I really was an average person who made more mistakes than most other people. And I was beginning to see the Jedi Order being not how it was cracked up to be. It wasn't the savior as I originally saw it, nearly twenty years ago when I was an intrepid eight years old. There was a restraint on emotions; how is that fair? I couldn't form attachments for those I love. My mother, Padme, Rex, Artoo..., Ahsoka...
I used to see Obi-Wan as one of those people I couldn't live without, but after he lied to me just to obey the Code that was full of faults, I could not see him as the man I used to view him as.
The heat of the fiery sun, the burning flames that drenched the back of my neck with perspiring sweat, was overbearing. I just grabbed my temples, massaging them to escape the screaming voices that came from the heat.
But they weren't just simple screams that plunge into the depths of my enigmatic brain. The screams grew louder..., and louder..., and louder and louder and louder as it echoed in my head like a chime warbling within a dense cave.
The screams became shrieks and the shrieks became howls as I saw colors streaming by. Closing my eyes, shapes of yellow came, patchwork of black squares like closed eyelids by pressurizing hands. Then, I saw images of Ahsoka being choked by a large mass, a mechanical hand... There was the rebels being enslaved, working in mines, and forced to agonize at their failure in their battle against the Droid Army on Onderon.
This was no hallucination. It was a vision! The rebels may be doomed to failure.
I snapped out my dream-state and wasted no time to sprint inside my ship.
"Ani, whatsa goin on?" Jar Jar called.
"Don't speak, Jar Jar!" I snarled, anger pulsing through my body. "In fact, don't speak at all while we're on this mission, you got it!?" He didn't answer back.
I couldn't see Ahsoka die and I'm stuck on the planet that has brought me nothing but pain! I had to get the ship fixed and out of here as soon as possible. Ugh! Why did I turn down Terry's offer!? I need to get off this world soon- no, NOW!
As I rounded up the ladder to the cockpit, I remembered what Obi-Wan has once told me. 'Dreams pass in time.'
I shook my head. You were wrong, Master! I see a dream happen, it's what the future holds. It's my duty to act, not find a way to cope.
"Is everyone inside!?" I shouted out to the other two who were confused at my sudden movement, with the ship trailing in smoke.
I pressed the ignition and my right side experienced a short blaze in fire. "Oh!" I jumped in surprise. And then, as quickly as the flame came, the fire extinguisher that I hung above it blew it out...
Come on, girl! Don't fail me now! I believe in you!
"Jätämme nyt?" Numa called out.
"Yeah, we are getting out of here." I said.
I took off with the beaten down ship, desperate to stop the burning flames that may engulf my friends on Onderon...
But I didn't know what was transpiring there...
I didn't know what was worst than pitting ten thousand droids against three-hundred rebels.
But, indeed, the worst was on the way for Snips the Rebel Alliance.
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