Title: Awaiting your Arrival: Prologue
Author: Ashen
E-mail: TheFinalGirl01@aol.com
rating: pg-13
spoilers: New Jedi Order
disclaimers: I own the computer on which I write. That is all.
Summary: For the unsettled, death is a birth into a whole new world.
Author's note:If you are currently reading the New Jedi Order series and you haven't read Star by Star DO NOT READ THIS! It was spoiled for me and I do not wish the same fate on anyone else. If you are not familiar with the series: The galaxy is inaved by the vicious race the Yuuzhan Vong. They cannot be sensed in the Force, are overzealous technophobes, and they will stop at nothing to conquer our beloved Star Wars galaxy. A voxyn is an animal the Vong engineering to detect and kill jedi and Nom Anor is a Vong agent. Enjoy, please r/r and there will be more to come!
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Darkness. Perfect, unadulterated darkness-
-nopleasenotAnakinmysonmychildmyfriendmybrothermynephewnonononono-
-containing complete and utter chaos. Death is coming.
He urges his strike team to carry on their mission to destroy the voxyn queen,
but they linger -he can sense them as he fights. Watching in horror as his final battle
rages, his violet blade deflecting attacks and dispatching opponents like the sword of
an angel. They cannot help him now. The detonator has already been activated, giving
them only seconds to flee. His sister weeps. His brother screams. They know what he
knows; The Force cannot keep death at bay forever. Not even a Jedi as powerful as
Anakin Solo can escape it's grasp.
The remaining oxygenated blood cells race like lightning through his
brain, stimulating nerves for the last time. The Force, the brilliant power of life itself,
flashes in every living cell, giving his body unbelievable strength, pushing it well
beyond the point where others would have expired. Pain is meaningless and
nonexistent. His cells flare and die, but the Force lets him roll the thermal detonator
out of Nom Anor's grasp, ensuring the destruction of the voxyn cloning tissue.
Death may claim him, but he will not let it win. Anakin mocks it, denying it total
victory, spitting in its face by confronting it fearlessly, secure in the knowledge that with
his end, others will live. Somewhere, somehow, a part of his body or mind performs
the equivalent of a triumphant smile.
I win...
His death resonates through the Force. His siblings and fellow Jedi feel it. His
mother and his uncle feel it despite the light-years between them. Those that died
before him, died so he might live, feel the flux and flow of the Force as it prepares to
admit another. They are waiting.
The light that burned as Anakin is extinguished, and the darkness is profound.
In those moments of pitch black chaos, he feels his friends and family raging. Feels
their horror and grief. Their pain, and the anger they feel over his loss, blaming each
other, and themselves. He is confused. Hurt. Alone.
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But...I died for you...
They say death is the end. For those who are untroubled, it is. Anakin fought
like a warrior and died as a hero, but in the instances in between death and hereafter,
he was filled with doubt and misunderstanding. For those like Anakin, death is only the
beginning.