Author Note: Well, I guess I have to state that I do not own star wars and
George Lucas does o.o Unfortunately.
"The Light and the Dark"
Cyon runs swiftly down the hall, his boots hitting the ground as he darts forward, his image almost a blur. The hall is narrow, the hall being not much wider than Cyon's body. As one of Cyon's feet touch onto the ground, a trigger is activated, causing a porthole on the wall to his side to open. Cyon's eyes quickly dart to the side, his instincts kicking in as he lunges forward, ducking under an oncoming arrow. Another one begins to shoot out as Cyon moves into a roll, rolling underneath five consecutive arrows before springing back up to his feet, never once slowing down. If anything he only concentrates on picking up speed.
As he begins to reach the end of a room, a large metallic door begins to drop over the exit, lowering slowly. The large door slowly begins to reach the floor; almost blocking out the exit as it passes down to about Cyon's shoulders. Cyon grits his teeth and focuses, picking up speed as he keeps running. He then rolls forward on the ground, just as the tip of the large door scratches over his back, allowing him to barely pass under it. Cyon rolls forward onto his chest, panting slightly for a few moments as he picks himself back up to his feet.
He studies the room around him, only to see it extends very high, almost as if it were its own skyscraper inside of the temple. He sighs as he realizes there is no door at the bottom, and jumping up to the top will be a dangerous task. The sound of a robotic voice then begins to echo throughout the room, "Kzzzzhhhk, General, flood the room with the electrified wall." Cyon looks down at his feet, noticing the floor beginning to glow yellow. Without hesitation, Cyon back flips into the air, grabbing onto one of the bolts from the wall that closed down, allowing Cyon to hang above the floor.
The electrified field slowly forms on the floor, electricity sparking all around it. Cyon grimaces as the field slowly begins to move up the shaft, coming up at a steady pace. "I better get a move on.if I'm caught by that wave I'm done for." With that, Cyon lifts his other hand to grasp the same bolt as his other hand, then closes his eyes tightly. He gives one swift, hard pull as he barely manages to lift his foot out onto the protruding bolt, then kick flips backward off it and into the opposite wall.
His boots give him just enough traction to kick off that wall and jump to the next, wall jumping up the large shaft slowly. However, the electrified field begins to pick up speed as well, almost biting at Cyon's ankles. Cyon keeps moving faster, but his dexterity begins to wear down after jumping from wall to wall about seven times, then notices the door finally coming into view. He keeps jumping faster and faster, trying to stay ahead of the field as it picks up its speed as well, coming dangerously close to the 18 year old Jedi.
Cyon's foot presses down on the wall, placing his hands in front of him to hold himself up on the wall before taking a deep breath, closing his eyes. The force field comes within a few inches of his boot just before Cyon pushes off with his foot, making one last extravagant back flip through the air, landing on a ledge located right next to the door. From the back flip, he almost stumbles back into the door, which opens for him automatically. He takes a few steps back, taking another deep breath of air as he turns around. He looks down the long room, resembling the first room that he had to sprint across.
It is about twice as large, but still not large enough to hold more than 5 battle droids standing elbow to elbow. There are also a few crates piled up here and there, scattered along the hallway. Cyon closes his eyes, then jumps forward from the ledge up above the hallway, landing with a silent 'thud.' He positions his hands down on the floor as he is crouched down from landing, looking around him slowly.
He tilts his head behind himself, then spins around quickly as he springs up to his feet, seeing a ready and waiting pair of battle droids. Before they can fire off a single shot, he lifts his open palm into the air as his lightsaber unclips from his belt and hits right into the center of Cyon's palm. Grasping it quickly, he ignites it just in time to reflect the first shot. At this close distance, the laser shard flies straight back into the droid, disabling him as the other droid advances.
Cyon tilts his lightsaber in one hand in front of him, deflecting another shot as he bends his knees lightly, springing up into the air. The droid tries to follow his movements, but before he can locate Cyon above him, Cyon comes down with his saber. The blue energy slices straight through the droid's neck, decapitating him as it falls down onto its side.
Once his blue saber retracts back into its handle, Cyon turns around and begins to jog slightly in the direction of the exit. He jogs for about ten feet before slowing down to a walk, noticing his end of the hallway becoming slightly darker. He keeps walking forward slowly, looking around him as he approaches a large pile of crates. Just before he walks onto the other side, he stops. His instincts tell him to stop, but he isn't quite sure why.
He looks around him, then sees a stone. He leans down to pick it up, then with a flick of his wrist, chucks it around the pile of crates. Before even hitting the ground, lasers begin to fire off at the stone, dematerializing it in thin air. Cyon crouches down onto one knee, looking up at the top of the pile of crates seconds before he jumps up high into the air, reaching roughly eight feet.
Once he lands on top of the crate, he swiftly grabs the handle of his lightsaber and ignites it just in time to reflect the dueled laser shard of a droideka. Cyon front flips forward, mystie flipping as he twirls through the air. The droideka looks up, all three of its tiny, red glowing eyes focusing in on the falling image. Cyon brings his saber up above his head, holding it tight in both hands as he points the tip downward, lodging the blue beam down into the head of the droideka.
It falls over onto its side as Cyon twirls his saber back up and out of the hunk of metal, noticing another droideka rolling up along his side. Cyon takes a few steps back, seeing yet another one following it as the first springs up into attack mode. It immediately fires off a few shards at Cyon as he just barely reflects them. Knowing that reflecting laser shards from two droidekas at once would be too much for him, he quickly spins around the corner of the pile of crates, barely dodging a few more laser shards as the second droideka springs into attack mode.
Cyon throws his hand quickly up into the air, the force pushing one crate forward and falling down on top of one of the droideka, crushing it as it tries to find Cyon. The other droideka backs up slowly, its three legs clanking down into the ground as it watches for the Jedi. Cyon presses his back up against one of the crates, silencing himself as he listens to the droideka's footsteps. The three separate prongs slowly begin to make their way toward the corner of the crates, but stop.
Cyon continues listening, then hears a second pair of footsteps coming up from behind the droideka's. The footsteps are lighter, those of a battle droid. The next thing heard is the sound of a thermal grenade hitting the ground, then rolling around the corner. Cyon's eyes dart swiftly to the grenade as he throws his hand down to it, using the force to push it back to where it came from as he jumps backward, landing on his back as it explodes.
The detonation destroys the droideka and the battle droid, and manages to throw Cyon onto his back as some of the crates topple close to landing on him. Cyon stands back up slowly, clipping his saber back to his belt after retracting the saber again. He dusts off the front of his robe slowly, then begins to walk forward again. After about five minutes of walking, he reaches the end of the room. It opens up to reveal Du-ran, smiling as his hands fold in front of his chest. "Well done, my padawan." Cyon smiled, then bowed to his master slowly, "Thank you, Master."
He then stands back up and smiles at his master, "It was definitely harder than I was expecting." He begins to walk forward slowly, his master leading the way as they walk side by side. Du-ran chuckles softly, holding his hands behind his back now, "You should have learned by now to not rely so much on what you expect, but on what the force tells you." Cyon nods, "Yes, Master." Du-ran yawns softly, stepping onto one of the hovering elevation discs, "Now, let us retire for the night." Cyon nods once more, then follows his master onto the disc as it lifts off, heading to their desired floor.
On the desert planet, a large, old coliseum has been recently rebuilt, the inhabitants of the planet prepared for the once a year event that attracts people from all over the planet's own system. The system's sun slowly begins to light up along the horizon, the sunlight slowly passing over the coliseum as people begin to pile into the massive arena. It takes what seems to be no more than minutes for the stands to be completely filled, people almost pouring over the side as they howl for entertainment.
In the center of the coliseum, the large stone doors along the edges of the circle slowly open up. After this, the audience slowly quiets down, peering down into the large sandy circle below the stands, everyone watching intently for it to begin. Once all thirty of the stone doors open, a metallic dome slowly begins to raise up over the edges of the entire coliseum, covering it entirely until it is one big metal dome. The coliseum slowly darkens, becoming completely black.
In a flash, several strategically placed lights turn on, making it at least so they are able to see, but is still very dark. At the same time, one by one, in each of the rooms revealed by the opening of the stone doors, a lightsaber ignites. Crimson red lightsabers fill each room, some rooms with two or more people inside of them. A booming voice flows out of an intercom placed at the top of the metal dome, "Now, it is time for the annual trial of the Sith. I am to understand that fifty-seven Sith apprentices are in this coliseum today, and all of you will be fighting for your life. The remaining fifteen Sith apprentices will then begin their true life of a Sith, taking on several missions with their masters."
The man chuckles softly, then continues, "Now, may all of your deaths put on a nice show for us all! LONG LIVE THE DARKSIDE!!" At that, the crowd rose to their feet, shouting loudly as they cheer for the fighting to begin. Darth Omen slowly stands from a kneeling position inside of his own, private room. He looks around slowly as the Sith begin to run out of their rooms, the combat beginning. Omen's saber slowly ignites, the crimson red shooting out slowly as he grips the handle firmly in both hands. "Now.all of you will know what the power of the Dark Side is truly capable of."
Author Note: Please review! =D! It encourages me to write faster!
And I know this was just about focused ENTIRELY on Cyon's training, sorry for all you Omen fans =( But do not worry! The next chapter is gonna be one hell of a brawl for Omen..so stay tuned!
"The Light and the Dark"
Cyon runs swiftly down the hall, his boots hitting the ground as he darts forward, his image almost a blur. The hall is narrow, the hall being not much wider than Cyon's body. As one of Cyon's feet touch onto the ground, a trigger is activated, causing a porthole on the wall to his side to open. Cyon's eyes quickly dart to the side, his instincts kicking in as he lunges forward, ducking under an oncoming arrow. Another one begins to shoot out as Cyon moves into a roll, rolling underneath five consecutive arrows before springing back up to his feet, never once slowing down. If anything he only concentrates on picking up speed.
As he begins to reach the end of a room, a large metallic door begins to drop over the exit, lowering slowly. The large door slowly begins to reach the floor; almost blocking out the exit as it passes down to about Cyon's shoulders. Cyon grits his teeth and focuses, picking up speed as he keeps running. He then rolls forward on the ground, just as the tip of the large door scratches over his back, allowing him to barely pass under it. Cyon rolls forward onto his chest, panting slightly for a few moments as he picks himself back up to his feet.
He studies the room around him, only to see it extends very high, almost as if it were its own skyscraper inside of the temple. He sighs as he realizes there is no door at the bottom, and jumping up to the top will be a dangerous task. The sound of a robotic voice then begins to echo throughout the room, "Kzzzzhhhk, General, flood the room with the electrified wall." Cyon looks down at his feet, noticing the floor beginning to glow yellow. Without hesitation, Cyon back flips into the air, grabbing onto one of the bolts from the wall that closed down, allowing Cyon to hang above the floor.
The electrified field slowly forms on the floor, electricity sparking all around it. Cyon grimaces as the field slowly begins to move up the shaft, coming up at a steady pace. "I better get a move on.if I'm caught by that wave I'm done for." With that, Cyon lifts his other hand to grasp the same bolt as his other hand, then closes his eyes tightly. He gives one swift, hard pull as he barely manages to lift his foot out onto the protruding bolt, then kick flips backward off it and into the opposite wall.
His boots give him just enough traction to kick off that wall and jump to the next, wall jumping up the large shaft slowly. However, the electrified field begins to pick up speed as well, almost biting at Cyon's ankles. Cyon keeps moving faster, but his dexterity begins to wear down after jumping from wall to wall about seven times, then notices the door finally coming into view. He keeps jumping faster and faster, trying to stay ahead of the field as it picks up its speed as well, coming dangerously close to the 18 year old Jedi.
Cyon's foot presses down on the wall, placing his hands in front of him to hold himself up on the wall before taking a deep breath, closing his eyes. The force field comes within a few inches of his boot just before Cyon pushes off with his foot, making one last extravagant back flip through the air, landing on a ledge located right next to the door. From the back flip, he almost stumbles back into the door, which opens for him automatically. He takes a few steps back, taking another deep breath of air as he turns around. He looks down the long room, resembling the first room that he had to sprint across.
It is about twice as large, but still not large enough to hold more than 5 battle droids standing elbow to elbow. There are also a few crates piled up here and there, scattered along the hallway. Cyon closes his eyes, then jumps forward from the ledge up above the hallway, landing with a silent 'thud.' He positions his hands down on the floor as he is crouched down from landing, looking around him slowly.
He tilts his head behind himself, then spins around quickly as he springs up to his feet, seeing a ready and waiting pair of battle droids. Before they can fire off a single shot, he lifts his open palm into the air as his lightsaber unclips from his belt and hits right into the center of Cyon's palm. Grasping it quickly, he ignites it just in time to reflect the first shot. At this close distance, the laser shard flies straight back into the droid, disabling him as the other droid advances.
Cyon tilts his lightsaber in one hand in front of him, deflecting another shot as he bends his knees lightly, springing up into the air. The droid tries to follow his movements, but before he can locate Cyon above him, Cyon comes down with his saber. The blue energy slices straight through the droid's neck, decapitating him as it falls down onto its side.
Once his blue saber retracts back into its handle, Cyon turns around and begins to jog slightly in the direction of the exit. He jogs for about ten feet before slowing down to a walk, noticing his end of the hallway becoming slightly darker. He keeps walking forward slowly, looking around him as he approaches a large pile of crates. Just before he walks onto the other side, he stops. His instincts tell him to stop, but he isn't quite sure why.
He looks around him, then sees a stone. He leans down to pick it up, then with a flick of his wrist, chucks it around the pile of crates. Before even hitting the ground, lasers begin to fire off at the stone, dematerializing it in thin air. Cyon crouches down onto one knee, looking up at the top of the pile of crates seconds before he jumps up high into the air, reaching roughly eight feet.
Once he lands on top of the crate, he swiftly grabs the handle of his lightsaber and ignites it just in time to reflect the dueled laser shard of a droideka. Cyon front flips forward, mystie flipping as he twirls through the air. The droideka looks up, all three of its tiny, red glowing eyes focusing in on the falling image. Cyon brings his saber up above his head, holding it tight in both hands as he points the tip downward, lodging the blue beam down into the head of the droideka.
It falls over onto its side as Cyon twirls his saber back up and out of the hunk of metal, noticing another droideka rolling up along his side. Cyon takes a few steps back, seeing yet another one following it as the first springs up into attack mode. It immediately fires off a few shards at Cyon as he just barely reflects them. Knowing that reflecting laser shards from two droidekas at once would be too much for him, he quickly spins around the corner of the pile of crates, barely dodging a few more laser shards as the second droideka springs into attack mode.
Cyon throws his hand quickly up into the air, the force pushing one crate forward and falling down on top of one of the droideka, crushing it as it tries to find Cyon. The other droideka backs up slowly, its three legs clanking down into the ground as it watches for the Jedi. Cyon presses his back up against one of the crates, silencing himself as he listens to the droideka's footsteps. The three separate prongs slowly begin to make their way toward the corner of the crates, but stop.
Cyon continues listening, then hears a second pair of footsteps coming up from behind the droideka's. The footsteps are lighter, those of a battle droid. The next thing heard is the sound of a thermal grenade hitting the ground, then rolling around the corner. Cyon's eyes dart swiftly to the grenade as he throws his hand down to it, using the force to push it back to where it came from as he jumps backward, landing on his back as it explodes.
The detonation destroys the droideka and the battle droid, and manages to throw Cyon onto his back as some of the crates topple close to landing on him. Cyon stands back up slowly, clipping his saber back to his belt after retracting the saber again. He dusts off the front of his robe slowly, then begins to walk forward again. After about five minutes of walking, he reaches the end of the room. It opens up to reveal Du-ran, smiling as his hands fold in front of his chest. "Well done, my padawan." Cyon smiled, then bowed to his master slowly, "Thank you, Master."
He then stands back up and smiles at his master, "It was definitely harder than I was expecting." He begins to walk forward slowly, his master leading the way as they walk side by side. Du-ran chuckles softly, holding his hands behind his back now, "You should have learned by now to not rely so much on what you expect, but on what the force tells you." Cyon nods, "Yes, Master." Du-ran yawns softly, stepping onto one of the hovering elevation discs, "Now, let us retire for the night." Cyon nods once more, then follows his master onto the disc as it lifts off, heading to their desired floor.
On the desert planet, a large, old coliseum has been recently rebuilt, the inhabitants of the planet prepared for the once a year event that attracts people from all over the planet's own system. The system's sun slowly begins to light up along the horizon, the sunlight slowly passing over the coliseum as people begin to pile into the massive arena. It takes what seems to be no more than minutes for the stands to be completely filled, people almost pouring over the side as they howl for entertainment.
In the center of the coliseum, the large stone doors along the edges of the circle slowly open up. After this, the audience slowly quiets down, peering down into the large sandy circle below the stands, everyone watching intently for it to begin. Once all thirty of the stone doors open, a metallic dome slowly begins to raise up over the edges of the entire coliseum, covering it entirely until it is one big metal dome. The coliseum slowly darkens, becoming completely black.
In a flash, several strategically placed lights turn on, making it at least so they are able to see, but is still very dark. At the same time, one by one, in each of the rooms revealed by the opening of the stone doors, a lightsaber ignites. Crimson red lightsabers fill each room, some rooms with two or more people inside of them. A booming voice flows out of an intercom placed at the top of the metal dome, "Now, it is time for the annual trial of the Sith. I am to understand that fifty-seven Sith apprentices are in this coliseum today, and all of you will be fighting for your life. The remaining fifteen Sith apprentices will then begin their true life of a Sith, taking on several missions with their masters."
The man chuckles softly, then continues, "Now, may all of your deaths put on a nice show for us all! LONG LIVE THE DARKSIDE!!" At that, the crowd rose to their feet, shouting loudly as they cheer for the fighting to begin. Darth Omen slowly stands from a kneeling position inside of his own, private room. He looks around slowly as the Sith begin to run out of their rooms, the combat beginning. Omen's saber slowly ignites, the crimson red shooting out slowly as he grips the handle firmly in both hands. "Now.all of you will know what the power of the Dark Side is truly capable of."
Author Note: Please review! =D! It encourages me to write faster!
And I know this was just about focused ENTIRELY on Cyon's training, sorry for all you Omen fans =( But do not worry! The next chapter is gonna be one hell of a brawl for Omen..so stay tuned!