None of this is meant to violate any copyright laws that G. Lucas has
endorsed.I'm writing this simply for my own pleasure. Some of the main
characters, though, are my own - namely: Elori, Zeydan Utos-Rii, Mehrkem
and Jehn Estar.
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She stood on edge of the platform, seemingly gazing down into the cityscape before her. Masses of vehicles zooming past each other, each glimmering with the reflection of the light of the setting sun. She did not look at them; instead she looked back into a past shrouded in mist, and emerging from the mist a woman's face...
"Elori." She turned around, not quickly, not slowly, almost routine-like to face the man in a hooded-black cloak.
"By now, I would assume that you have the ability to sense my presence." He said.
"I did."
"You lie. I had clouded my thoughts, my essence. Soon you will learn to do the same, and in time you will be one of my most powerful students...yet. And with the Republic in its current state, it won't be long before you and I finally tear it to the ground, where it will remain buried forever."
"And the Jedi...?"
"I have a plan that will extinguish their presence in its entirety. Let it not concern you. But now, it is time for today's training. I will not be there to guide you - so keep in mind what you have learnt, let nothing distract you from your hate. Your hate will make you powerful."
They walked in silence down a long corridor, heels clinking on metal - the noise reverberating against the cold steel walls. Finally they emerged into a large room. The walls were sloped; the only furnishings were two small platforms and another door at the other end of this strange establishment.
"Do not disappoint me." said Darth Sidious as he turned around and left the young girl standing alone.
For what seemed like several minutes passed before the door on the other side opened. The sound was loud and amplified itself within the confines of the room, but she remained calm, jaw set firmly, with her right hand holding her weapon - a lightsaber. The entity that walked into the room did not appear frightening. Not like the other creatures she had previously faced. But their appearances were intended to distract her, to focus her thoughts on fear. She was past that stage now - now she was facing her most deadly opponent yet.
His eyes were deadlocked on hers. His figure seemed almost cat-like and lithe, acrobatics would not help her dodge this one. Even his walk towards her - red lightsaber extended - was interesting, there was no hesitance in his step, nothing to divulge the thoughts running through his mind. With no warning she cocked her head to one side, animal-like, and then with a leap she extended her lightsaber in mid-air which emitted a bright silver beam aimed at her opponent.
Unfazed, he matched her speed and assault blow for blow. An attack to his left side was parried by his saber, and it took all her strength to oppose his. Even pseudo-thrusts of her weapon did not fool him, he seemed to have prior knowledge of every move she would make. Frustrated, she aimed for another part of his body - his head - but in that instant, seizing the opportunity, he let out a powerful blow with his elbow to her chin. With that, she fell back with a flash of pain that conjured up images of her past. A room with stacks of crates, a small boy with disheveled black hair lying asleep, no, dead in front of her. Her brother. Mother! Where was mother?
'She sold you. Not for a better life, not for money, but solely for her greed. She had little Aidan killed. You would have been slaughtered too, if not for my intervention.' Her master's words rung clear in her mind and before her head hit the ground, she curved her body upwards and delivered a stunning kick to her opponent's face. He stumbled backwards, and not thinking, she attacked, letting her blinding anger control her lighting- fast movements. She was the embodiment of her rage, and it felt good to be so powerful. Before she realized it, she had thrust her lightsaber deep into his chest and he lay sprawled before her on the floor.
His eyes were widened in fear of his impending death, "not yet..." he whispered. And in that moment, she stepped back and surprised by her own reaction she thought, 'what have I done?'
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She stood on edge of the platform, seemingly gazing down into the cityscape before her. Masses of vehicles zooming past each other, each glimmering with the reflection of the light of the setting sun. She did not look at them; instead she looked back into a past shrouded in mist, and emerging from the mist a woman's face...
"Elori." She turned around, not quickly, not slowly, almost routine-like to face the man in a hooded-black cloak.
"By now, I would assume that you have the ability to sense my presence." He said.
"I did."
"You lie. I had clouded my thoughts, my essence. Soon you will learn to do the same, and in time you will be one of my most powerful students...yet. And with the Republic in its current state, it won't be long before you and I finally tear it to the ground, where it will remain buried forever."
"And the Jedi...?"
"I have a plan that will extinguish their presence in its entirety. Let it not concern you. But now, it is time for today's training. I will not be there to guide you - so keep in mind what you have learnt, let nothing distract you from your hate. Your hate will make you powerful."
They walked in silence down a long corridor, heels clinking on metal - the noise reverberating against the cold steel walls. Finally they emerged into a large room. The walls were sloped; the only furnishings were two small platforms and another door at the other end of this strange establishment.
"Do not disappoint me." said Darth Sidious as he turned around and left the young girl standing alone.
For what seemed like several minutes passed before the door on the other side opened. The sound was loud and amplified itself within the confines of the room, but she remained calm, jaw set firmly, with her right hand holding her weapon - a lightsaber. The entity that walked into the room did not appear frightening. Not like the other creatures she had previously faced. But their appearances were intended to distract her, to focus her thoughts on fear. She was past that stage now - now she was facing her most deadly opponent yet.
His eyes were deadlocked on hers. His figure seemed almost cat-like and lithe, acrobatics would not help her dodge this one. Even his walk towards her - red lightsaber extended - was interesting, there was no hesitance in his step, nothing to divulge the thoughts running through his mind. With no warning she cocked her head to one side, animal-like, and then with a leap she extended her lightsaber in mid-air which emitted a bright silver beam aimed at her opponent.
Unfazed, he matched her speed and assault blow for blow. An attack to his left side was parried by his saber, and it took all her strength to oppose his. Even pseudo-thrusts of her weapon did not fool him, he seemed to have prior knowledge of every move she would make. Frustrated, she aimed for another part of his body - his head - but in that instant, seizing the opportunity, he let out a powerful blow with his elbow to her chin. With that, she fell back with a flash of pain that conjured up images of her past. A room with stacks of crates, a small boy with disheveled black hair lying asleep, no, dead in front of her. Her brother. Mother! Where was mother?
'She sold you. Not for a better life, not for money, but solely for her greed. She had little Aidan killed. You would have been slaughtered too, if not for my intervention.' Her master's words rung clear in her mind and before her head hit the ground, she curved her body upwards and delivered a stunning kick to her opponent's face. He stumbled backwards, and not thinking, she attacked, letting her blinding anger control her lighting- fast movements. She was the embodiment of her rage, and it felt good to be so powerful. Before she realized it, she had thrust her lightsaber deep into his chest and he lay sprawled before her on the floor.
His eyes were widened in fear of his impending death, "not yet..." he whispered. And in that moment, she stepped back and surprised by her own reaction she thought, 'what have I done?'