Picture this, one lonely little girl. Then add some powers and the death of her mentor.
Now you have a recipe for disaster.
She was child in a war zone. Her parents killed and she alone. She would have surely perished if it was not for a lone Jedi knight to her rescue, he helped her, and he was there for her. He was her pillar and light.
That Jedi's name is Ky Narec. He taught her how to use the Force.
She had power, and skill. She had seen death and war.
In the end, this chance meeting proved beneficial for both of them. Together they tried to return war torn Rattataki into a peaceful land. They handed defeat after defeat to the warring warlords, making them quite mad.
It is unknown if they would have succeeded for Ky Narec was killed.
It was unfortunate that he did not finish her training.
Full of grief and anger she watched her mentor die by the same hand that killed her parents.
She wanted revenge but could not do so. She lacked funds, lacked support.
This was why she took the job. Her mind was so warped that it took little skill to convince her that the Jedi were the reason that her master was dead.
That it was the Jedi that abandoned her master.
Had she been thinking clearly, without thoughts of revenge and hate, she would have seen through the deception.
But, alas, she was could not. So clouded her thoughts were, that easily manipulated she was.
That was why she was peering down on the two. She knew her task, get the boy, kill the Jedi if you could.
This ball of emotion and power was eerily similar to her target.
Her name is Asajj Ventress, not yet a Jedi, barely a dark Jedi.
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Yoda hobbled, careful to dodge all holes. He did not wish to repeat the experience.
Anakin was still giggling. Yoda knew that when he got back to the temple he would have to work up some pranks.
It was a warning in the Force that made him stop, the clatter of stone and the smells in the air. He smelled salt, copper, and ozone.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Anakin was wary as well.
Go, youngling, hide.
Anakin snuck away and hid. It would be best for him to be out of sight.
Had Yoda not been preoccupied he would have noticed that bond that was built between him and Anakin during the trip.
Blaster bolts came towards Yoda. Yoda easily deflected the bolts with his small lightsaber. His grimer stick lied on the ground, forgotten, collecting all sorts of junk and disease.
Yoda will not be chewing that stick again until it cleaned, bleached, and checked for diseases.
The price for having attachments was steep, leaving it on some disease-infested floor was just asking for trouble.
Yoda's sharp eyes caught sight of a droid and he quickly sliced the droid in half. The blaster bolts stopped. It was a way to lure him in this dilapidated building. Yoda felt his bond and was relieved that Anakin was still safe, and a bit scared. He sent a soft pulse of assurance in his bond. To Anakin, it would feel like a warm blanket.
Yoda could sense a ball of dark emotion standing the corner. His eyes narrowed, this one was Jedi trained but not completely. He could tell she had potential to be a great Jedi, given the chance.
She was not dark but in shades of grey. She was much like Anakin, she had yet to fully fall. Yoda had no intention to let her fall.
Two lightsabers lit up, one green and one blue. The two lights illuminated his attacker's face. It was a young woman, with apparently no hair. Her eyes were swollen and red. She apparently had been crying. That was the source of salt Yoda smelled. She was also the source of ozone, for she had two lightsabers but Yoda did not remember her from any of his classes. He knows everyone.
Her clothes were in worse shape than the owner, there was dried blood all over her clothes. All the pieces clicked, this was what the Force was warning.
Her pale face contrasted the shadows. She glared at him and leaped forward, eager to end Yoda's life.
She should have read up on Yoda, and learned all about him and the fact Yoda is one of the best swordsmen in the Order.
Yoda caught the twin blades and forced them down, the Force enhancing his strength, agility, and precognition.
"Wish to hurt you I do not." He stated to her.
"I want to kill you." She growled and used brute force to drag her lightsaber out.
She started using Niman. Her twin blades flashed and slashed. However, it was no use. Yoda jumped, hoped, and twirled. He evaded all the attacks and led her in a circle.
He successful liberated one lightsaber from her, slightly burning her wrist in the process.
With a howl, her lightsaber deactivated and rolled to the wall. Despite the loss of one lightsaber, she continued attacking.
Yoda quickly cut the top part of the emitter off, leaving her with a broken lightsaber.
He deactivated his lightsaber and placed it back onto his belt.
"Defeated you are, resist you should not." Yoda felt déjà vu. He done this before, hopefully, this encounter would end more positive than the last.
"Master you have?" This child's master could have been killed on the outer rims. It disturbed Yoda that the numbers of Jedi were far less than they were in his youth.
"Ky Narec." She hissed the words at him.
"Dead he is? " Yoda was aware of that he was MIA. "How-"
"You Jedi are the reason he's dead!" She shouted in anger, her heart and mind clouded by bile.
With that she, force called the lightsaber, igniting it in midair. The green blade went to its master, traveling through the path of least resistance. The green blade pierced through Yoda's chest, Yoda's eyes widened in shock, and then he fell onto the floor.
Asajj blinked. She did it. She revenged her master. Yet, she does not feel good. She felt empty, to her, the victory was hollow. This was not what she expected.
She thought she would feel completion and yet all she felt was a black hole sucking away in her insides.
A part of her, knew that her master would be so ashamed. A tear slipped down her face.
She felt remorse; she felt grief for the green troll on the floor.
Her heart was not ice, not stone but warm and beating.
She could not seal away her empathy, her sympathies.
It was the thing that her master liked about her; despite all the fighting, she was able to retain her happiness.
Was she truly happy?
No.
It did not matter; she would fulfill her task, and seek revenge on the warlords.
Perhaps then, she would fill the empty abyss that claimed her heart.
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Please chew on it and tell me what you think.
What do you think of my portrayal of Asajj?