CPOV
My name is Caimenia Articin. Direct descendent of the great snow wolves. My bloodline runs deep, we hold grudges until the end of the world, we are isolated, rare, nearly extinct thanks to the Sith lords of the galaxy. We are one of the most ancient people, only found on iced planets such as Hoth and Yavin 4, where we are populated at most only about 13%. We are a dying breed, but we are smarter than the average person or alien, we are cunning, ruthless to our enemies, we bathe in the idea of revenge. Yet I don't wish to kill, though it brings a smile to my face, the action of War, blood and chaos. Watching my enemies beg for mercy when I achieve the upper hand in battle and combat. Watching the light leave their eyes as my lightsaber plunges through their chest, bathing in the blood it leave behind. That was me, cold. Yet I am alive, I am a transfigurer of my breed, I can be dangerous. Yet I am at peace with the chaos in my head.
Yet, I am a Jedi.
"Caimenia, please report to Master Luke's headquarters," the voice of some trooper sounded over the come.
I glanced over to my double bladed purple electric saberstaff. It was a complicated design. Transferring electricity from your own Force, is difficult on its own. Then having to install the precious crystals that give it it's power, and finally a suitable design for compacting lightening, and keeping it contained. If the Force lightening were to escape the saber, not only would it kill me, but anyone within a 250 foot radius of it.
Using the Force I reached my hand out towards it and pulled it into my hand while I clicked it into my belt on my hip. I walked over to the mirror. I was only 17 and I was already a Master Jedi. But according to Luke Skywalker, I am still a padawan in his eyes. Haha funny. My hair was blonde only to about my shoulders, my eyes were blue, simple necessities of Artician species. I was nothing but another face in a crowd on my home planet, that is why I became a Jedi, I wanted to be different. And when Luke Skywalker landed his small shuttle outside of my home, I knew I had to join him to be come a Jedi.
I smoothed the wrinkles on my white tunic, before turning and walking out of my quarters. As I stalked down the hallway to Master Luke's quarters, all I could think and hear in my head was 'Yes Leader Snoke,' .
I stopped in my tracks turning around to find the traitor that dared turn against the Rebellion. But I could feel no one in the hallway but me.
"Who's there! As a commanding officer I demand you to show yourself or be executed for treason." I threatened. But my stern voice just bounced and echoed of the metal walls of the base.
It was strange, until I heard the voice again.
'I hear you too,.' It said. It was a males voice. He was laughing a terrible mechanical laugh. Mocking me.
"Get out of my head!" I yelled, and the hall shook.
He was still laughing a merciless laugh. The laugh of a Artician.
No. No. No. I'm the last Artician Jedi. I grabbed my head and began to bash it against the metal wall, my indestructible skull ringing in my ears as I tried to bash the voice out. I started to feel dizzy and I could no longer hear the laugh. When I stopped I stumbled back and held my forehead in my Palm. Pulling it away seeing blood, and I looked up to find a deep dent in the wall. My blood.
When I regained my surroundings and balance I continued my walk to Luke. But it didn't feel like me walking. It felt different as if someone were following me. I kept turning my head back to see if anyone was there, but it always turned out to be empty. The thought of the laugh is cut into my head, seeded there. And i could still feel him there. That disturbed me.
When I finally reached Master Luke's headquarters, he was standing looking at a holomap with interest. On it showed many planets and moon's that every single one had some sort of red mass. I identified it quickly as the sign of the first order.
"Master, you summoned me?" I said evenly to my Master as he gestured with his hand and the door closed.
"Come here my padawan, I must show you your mission." He stated. I didn't like that he called me his padawan all the time, but he was my Master and that was my place in this world.
I walked steadily up to beside him and gazed upon the map more detailed.
"Caimenia, I know you are well aware of the Sith Knight Kylo Ren, or Ben Solo." He stated. I nodded my head wordlessly. I knew where this was going.
"You are also one of our best stealth agents." I felt my chest swell with pride. I was a trained assassin as well, and I took my work as an offhand bounty hunter seriously.
"I need you, the resistance needs you, to sneak into Starkiller base, find Kylo Ren and get the information we need to win this war," He said sternly. At this the holomap disappeared. He turned his older wrinkled face to me.
"I have tried to bring him back the best I could for the last few years, and I have come to a dead end every time. I don't want to go through with this, but I believe they have dreadful plans that are better off not sought through than if they were to be. You are a strong minded person, a well trained warrior, your a sniper, a Master Jedi knight. The option to fail at this simple task in your eyes, would be to fail this alliance." He said. I had never seen my Master so troubled, but ever since Mara died, seeing him happy is rare.
"Get there, get the information, then leave and go to the Hoth System where I shall meet you." He said.
"How will I contact you?" I asked. Surely the First Order would not trust me long enough to breathe the same air as a low ranked storm trooper. Better yet let me use a communication device to say hello to one of the most poelwerful Jedi in the galaxy.
"The Force of course," Master said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Well after that I felt a little slow but I pushed the thought aside and turned to exit the room.
"Don't fail me," Were the last words I ever heard from my Master while I walked out of the room.
I boarded an x-wing and took off out of the hangers as soon as I was able. I had an important job, I need e to do this right.
I installed a cloaking device, and it would by me enough time to get off the ship and into the base. In no time I was nearing Starkiller base. I pulled the lever that installed the cloaking device and the wing shuttered as it turned into an imperial TIE fighter.
I smoothly without any problems razed my way onto the planet and docked it at a main hangar. But I forgot one tiny detail. I didn't check for a number, so when I landed I was surrounded by troopers ready to fire at any imposter. I quickly put on a mask of my own that was black with with markings in my ancient language, on the eyes and forehead. I pulled a hood up over my head to hide my extremely identifiable hair, and hid my saberstaff within my tunic and out of site, as well as my small pistol blaster, that I slid down the inside of my boot.
I set a bomb on the cockpit, one on the exit escape, and one underneath the pilotes seat. I set them to go off in a minute so I quickly exited through an emergency escape as I opened the main hatch. The escape hatch closed as they boarded the ship, and I was already in the halls of Starkiller base when the ship finally exploded. I kept my head down as I walked through carefully. I rounded a corner and saw an open room and I couldn't explain the wave of curiosity that washed over me at the site of an open door on Starkiller. I silently peeked around the corner to find the voice speaking to a large hologram of a huge giant like creature.
The room was large and I was able to slip into the dark room without being recognized. I slid into the shadows and pulled out a recording device. The figure was a man kneeling before the hologram.
"Master, we have the plans to destroy the bases of the Rebellion including the Hoth System, Coruscant, Takodana, and Naboo." The man said. I couldn't really describe him because I was too far away but he did sound familiar.
"Good..good, the sooner we have the Rebellion scum crushed, the sooner we would win this war. However, whilst you search and destroy, I want a certain Jedi." Said the creature. The thing pondered for a moment before putting a wrinkled hand on his sunken chin.
"The Artcian girl, she is useful. I want her," was all he said. I am the only Artician Jedi, the Frist Order are hunting for me. I narrowed my eyes in anger, but I quickly used the Force to push it away. I didn't want to be caught. Yet how would they know of me? Because of my identity as an Artician Wolf, I have been more of a secret.
"Yes Leader Snoke," the man said before the hologram disappeared. I heard myself gasp. That was the voice from my head. Once I did I immediately internally punched myself. I was a trained assassin, why did I give away my position easily. I saw from the shadows as the man turned in my direction, I hoped he would ignore it and not use the Force to feel my presence. His lightsaber clicked on. Too late. He began walking towards my spot slowly. I tried to shrink back into the shadows but he had heard me, the only option was to fight and win.
I noticed his lightsaber, a violent red, one long blade and two smaller ones out of the sides, but it's energy crackled and sputtered dangerously. He stopped inches from my body, still as stone. He knew I was there, yet he was setting me on edge. To be sure I sealed my mind off so he wouldn't try to read me.
"Too late," He said as he swung his saber at me.
I clicked my staff on just as the blade came towards me. I pushed him away with the Force and I kept my saberstaff aimed and ready. He came at me again as I swung my saberstaff to block it easily.
As he held the position, he said,
"Did your mother ever tell you it's rude to ease drop," He sneered as I was throw across the room pushing into the wall. The recorder in my back pocket crushed to pieces by impact, and the wind was knocked out of me. He wasn't fighting fair.
When I finally regained my breath, I said,
"Didn't yours ever tell you to respect your quests?" I comeback. I reached for my saberstaff and it flew into my hand. I clicked it on once more with a deadly hiss. When I was thrown across the room, it was knocked out of my hand.
I flew at him again, he couldn't live knowing I had information, that was just protocol.
He blocked my attack smoothly and I felt the heat of the lightsaber scrape across my back. It erupted in pain. I pushed away the pain, and focused on the task at hand. He met my next attack easily again but held the position and began to push my own weapon against me. I cringed away as it got closer, he was physically stronger than I, and I struggled against him.
"Your the girl," He said. Piecing together the situations. "This the Artician Jedi that my Master fears so much?" He pondered. I growled at him from deep in my throat, when I got the upper hand, I was going to skin him.
"Honey, last time I checked, wolves get skinned in the end," I snapped. I flew at him, and attacked out of anger, clashing unevenly, and he avoided and blocked each one. He got my leg and I could feel the blood trickling down from my thigh to lower leg steadily.
But I kept fighting. Soon enough we had a dance, a connection. He blocked I blocked. I felt him open his mind to me, and I could lead him, like he had been doing me.
I saw his fears, his loneliness, his loss and hatred, his determination. I could feel it. I could sense him, his every movement, his next strike. The Force had bonded us, and I hated it for it.
He sensed me in his mind and pushed me out, and I was jerked across the room and my saber flew from my grip and into his. I was in so much pain and lost so much blood that I was weak. I felt dizzy, nauseated. I wanted to wake up from this dream, but sadly it was reality. I tried lifting my head as he stalked towards me slowly. But my head spun commanding me to put it back down. I shut my eyes tight as I felt the tears spring to my eyes. It really hurt.
When I flew across the room for the third time just out of fun for him. That time I believe I broke a part of my spine and ankle. I felt more agony and pain wash over me. He was torturing me. That time I let out a strangled sob, especially when I felt him reopen the wound on my head from earlier, that stung more than anything. My vision was blurry, I saw dark spots. I felt warm blood trickle down my neck, my leg twitching from the burns that ate harshly at my bloodied skin. By back partially broken and bleeding from a gash, and the hate that flowed through me as he threw me across the room for the last time before I, gave into the darkness.
KPOV
She was a skilled fighter, no doubt about that. She was a challenge, a toy at first. Then I found her glitch, and I used it against her. She was difficult to battle with saber to staff but, I ended that quickly by manipulating the Force and slung her broken body around 4 times before she finally went unconscious. I had to give her my respect, she was deadly, had I not been ready, it is likely she wound have killed me. But she had important informaton and I was determined to get it. I lifted her slowly dying body from the dark floor and carried her to the interrogation room. As I carried her, I looked at the girl and noted her appearance. She was beautiful just like her species, blonde hair, smart mind, and her eyes were a stunning blue as she fought with her purple staff. She was a Master, I could tell, but she could be more, more than she ever knew. If I could just turn her from the light, into the darkness with me. Yes her and I would be powerful, we could bring down Snoke together.
I could teach her, unlike Luke Skywalker who brainwashed her to believe everything he ever told her. She would call ME Master. I felt her already through the Force. I felt her loneliness, her desire, her want, determination, hatred. That hatred, if I could find its source, I could get her to come to me. We are the same after all, we were both revived by our Master, and we were destroyed by them, and we would prevail.
I layed her in the chair, and bounded her wrists, arms, legs and chest. I felt a stab of agony through the Force and it was her injuries. I felt guilty, but only a little. I wanted her to hurt, but it didn't feel right. I was slipping away, I needed to stay on task. I hovered my hand above her abdomen where I believed her back was injured. And concentrated willing the Force to heal her. When I felt it was whole again and stood away from her and waited for her to awaken.
Not a few hours later, she finally did. She blinked a couple times before trying to tear herself out of the bounds. Then she saw me, and I saw anger flicker in her eyes.
"Where am I?" She asked calmly, though her emotions were screaming aloud in anger and hate.
"Your my quest," was all I said. After all, I was being respectful of my quests.