Power of the Two Sisters
By: Pop Ferret
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any part of the trademarked Star Wars Universe, far from it. The ever-talented George Lucas owns most of this, with various writers filtering down from there. However, the Temple of the Two Sisters, and the twins, Relana and Lorana are my creations. Any poaching will result in a bounty being placed upon your head, a bounty in which I will have little to no problem whatsoever in approaching a Mr. Boba Fett to carry out. He and I are good friends you know.
Author's Note: Ah yes, welcomes, welcomes Gentle Reader. The story you are about to read is true, every detail. Yes indeed, very true. Within the pages that follow, you will read of great loyalty, determination, and much more. You will not find sappy romance scenes here, oh no, it isn't in me to write such. In any case, please sit back, and enjoy. A Long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
Power of the Two Sisters
Centuries have passed since the fall of the Empire, centuries in which the galaxy has fallen back into the "dark ages" so to speak. Superstition has taken firm hold of the citizens of all worlds, and the Jedi are back, in full force, but so to are the Sith. You aren't certain, really, what to believe in regards to the Force, for you have never witnessed much to prove its existence. You are an agent of the Republic, although it has begun to crumble yet again. You have been sent to this small planet, on the very edge of the Known Regions, to investigate the temple ruins located there. According to your file brief, it has been rumored to have once been a smaller version of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. You aren't exactly pleased about the mission, but you go anyway, it is your duty. The flight isn't a long one, nor is the journey to the temple.though you quickly find it to be more than the small set of ruins you had imagined.
A massive building greets your visage, rising against the skyline like some hulking behemoth. The walls look to be stone, sanded smooth from centuries of devout followers running their hands along the surface of the walls. There are four, huge columns at the front, two to either side of the entrance. The entrance itself has no doors to speak of, the entire building looks ancient. You will soon discover that the temple is even larger than it appears to be. Nervously, you make your way up the fourteen stone steps, and cross the threshold.into an entirely different world.
What greets your eyes astounds you. What should have been abandoned ruins is teeming with people, people dressed oddly, in tunics and breeches, with long robes that sweep the floor. People of all races and species, you even catch glimpse of a zabrackian slipping around one corner, the horns a dead give away. The stone walls are hung with thick tapestries, the likes of which the rest of the galaxy hasn't seen for thousands upon thousands of centuries. There is a different air about the building inside, it's almost as if you've crossed the threshold and stepped back in time.
The many people seem to take no notice of you; indeed, they might as well be walking through you, instead of around. And it's odd, so many people, and yet it seems so very quiet. Frowning in mild confusion, you begin to press deeper, turning to wander down a nearby hallway, when quite suddenly, and old woman springs up in front of you.
The woman's hair is thin and nearly pure white in age, her face bearing many wrinkles. Her eyes, however, are not dulled with age, but rather bright, keen, an intense green that seems to stare into your very soul. She appears human, but then appearances can be deceiving. Her clothes appear tattered, very tattered, what might have once been a green tunic and white breeches, with a dark brown robe. Then you suddenly realize that the people around you are simply.gone. The halls no longer echo with their conversations, the tapestries hang in tattered rags.
"Confused you are, this I see. Come, come with me Young One, I will explain," she turns, beckoning with an old, wrinkled, weathered hand for you to follow. She is right, you are confused, very baffled indeed. She says nothing as she leads you on, down this hallway and that, down one staircase, and up another. It seems to you that you've been walking for hours, when in truth, only a few minutes have passed. There is a purpose to her madness, however, for, she's changed direction on you so many times, that you are fairly certain that you will never find your way out again. Gradually, the walls darken, and perverse "trophies" begin to appear. A severed hand there, a head.you pass by what looks to you to be about twenty bodies, of varying sizes, all of them perfectly preserved.to capture the expression of pain and terror etched across the faces. You suppress a shudder at this, and then suddenly stop short, sucking in a short breath at the sight that greets you.
The old woman has led you into the grand chamber, the innermost sanctum of the temple. The central chamber is huge, a massive circle, the walls bare, the floor bare. In the very center is a huge pedestal, on which stands two statues. Statues of two young women, twins perhaps, given that they appear identical, save for the tattooed mask on the one. In their right hands, they hold their lightsabers, which appear somewhat real to you, a crimson beam jutting from one, a sapphire beam from the other. They stand back to back, arms outstretched, each of their left hands grasping a large gem. The tattooed one holds a ruby, the other a large piece of amber.
"You have come far, Stranger, only to find nothing. The Republic sent you to investigate rumors of Jedi, but what you have found is nothing. This temple was once dedicated to fierce warriors, two sisters who went through the very fires of hell before finally making amends. They were ridiculed for awhile, and then students flocked, everyone wanted to learn from them. This building once housed hundreds, now.now there is only I, I and the spirits of those long departed. What you witnessed before was a sort of playback, nothing more. A visual illusion, brought about by the Force. These statues.these women founded this temple, many, many years ago. They were twins, separated at birth, walking two different paths. They should have been enemies, but blood is thicker than water after all," the old woman rasps, pacing over to the statues and running a hand lovingly along the pedestal, "I can tell you their story.are you interested?"
You can do little more than to listen, enraptured by the tale she offers to tell. Is it your imagination, or do the two gems pulse, as if alive? Unable to speak, you merely nod your head, agreeing to listen to her tale.
By: Pop Ferret
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any part of the trademarked Star Wars Universe, far from it. The ever-talented George Lucas owns most of this, with various writers filtering down from there. However, the Temple of the Two Sisters, and the twins, Relana and Lorana are my creations. Any poaching will result in a bounty being placed upon your head, a bounty in which I will have little to no problem whatsoever in approaching a Mr. Boba Fett to carry out. He and I are good friends you know.
Author's Note: Ah yes, welcomes, welcomes Gentle Reader. The story you are about to read is true, every detail. Yes indeed, very true. Within the pages that follow, you will read of great loyalty, determination, and much more. You will not find sappy romance scenes here, oh no, it isn't in me to write such. In any case, please sit back, and enjoy. A Long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
Power of the Two Sisters
Centuries have passed since the fall of the Empire, centuries in which the galaxy has fallen back into the "dark ages" so to speak. Superstition has taken firm hold of the citizens of all worlds, and the Jedi are back, in full force, but so to are the Sith. You aren't certain, really, what to believe in regards to the Force, for you have never witnessed much to prove its existence. You are an agent of the Republic, although it has begun to crumble yet again. You have been sent to this small planet, on the very edge of the Known Regions, to investigate the temple ruins located there. According to your file brief, it has been rumored to have once been a smaller version of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. You aren't exactly pleased about the mission, but you go anyway, it is your duty. The flight isn't a long one, nor is the journey to the temple.though you quickly find it to be more than the small set of ruins you had imagined.
A massive building greets your visage, rising against the skyline like some hulking behemoth. The walls look to be stone, sanded smooth from centuries of devout followers running their hands along the surface of the walls. There are four, huge columns at the front, two to either side of the entrance. The entrance itself has no doors to speak of, the entire building looks ancient. You will soon discover that the temple is even larger than it appears to be. Nervously, you make your way up the fourteen stone steps, and cross the threshold.into an entirely different world.
What greets your eyes astounds you. What should have been abandoned ruins is teeming with people, people dressed oddly, in tunics and breeches, with long robes that sweep the floor. People of all races and species, you even catch glimpse of a zabrackian slipping around one corner, the horns a dead give away. The stone walls are hung with thick tapestries, the likes of which the rest of the galaxy hasn't seen for thousands upon thousands of centuries. There is a different air about the building inside, it's almost as if you've crossed the threshold and stepped back in time.
The many people seem to take no notice of you; indeed, they might as well be walking through you, instead of around. And it's odd, so many people, and yet it seems so very quiet. Frowning in mild confusion, you begin to press deeper, turning to wander down a nearby hallway, when quite suddenly, and old woman springs up in front of you.
The woman's hair is thin and nearly pure white in age, her face bearing many wrinkles. Her eyes, however, are not dulled with age, but rather bright, keen, an intense green that seems to stare into your very soul. She appears human, but then appearances can be deceiving. Her clothes appear tattered, very tattered, what might have once been a green tunic and white breeches, with a dark brown robe. Then you suddenly realize that the people around you are simply.gone. The halls no longer echo with their conversations, the tapestries hang in tattered rags.
"Confused you are, this I see. Come, come with me Young One, I will explain," she turns, beckoning with an old, wrinkled, weathered hand for you to follow. She is right, you are confused, very baffled indeed. She says nothing as she leads you on, down this hallway and that, down one staircase, and up another. It seems to you that you've been walking for hours, when in truth, only a few minutes have passed. There is a purpose to her madness, however, for, she's changed direction on you so many times, that you are fairly certain that you will never find your way out again. Gradually, the walls darken, and perverse "trophies" begin to appear. A severed hand there, a head.you pass by what looks to you to be about twenty bodies, of varying sizes, all of them perfectly preserved.to capture the expression of pain and terror etched across the faces. You suppress a shudder at this, and then suddenly stop short, sucking in a short breath at the sight that greets you.
The old woman has led you into the grand chamber, the innermost sanctum of the temple. The central chamber is huge, a massive circle, the walls bare, the floor bare. In the very center is a huge pedestal, on which stands two statues. Statues of two young women, twins perhaps, given that they appear identical, save for the tattooed mask on the one. In their right hands, they hold their lightsabers, which appear somewhat real to you, a crimson beam jutting from one, a sapphire beam from the other. They stand back to back, arms outstretched, each of their left hands grasping a large gem. The tattooed one holds a ruby, the other a large piece of amber.
"You have come far, Stranger, only to find nothing. The Republic sent you to investigate rumors of Jedi, but what you have found is nothing. This temple was once dedicated to fierce warriors, two sisters who went through the very fires of hell before finally making amends. They were ridiculed for awhile, and then students flocked, everyone wanted to learn from them. This building once housed hundreds, now.now there is only I, I and the spirits of those long departed. What you witnessed before was a sort of playback, nothing more. A visual illusion, brought about by the Force. These statues.these women founded this temple, many, many years ago. They were twins, separated at birth, walking two different paths. They should have been enemies, but blood is thicker than water after all," the old woman rasps, pacing over to the statues and running a hand lovingly along the pedestal, "I can tell you their story.are you interested?"
You can do little more than to listen, enraptured by the tale she offers to tell. Is it your imagination, or do the two gems pulse, as if alive? Unable to speak, you merely nod your head, agreeing to listen to her tale.