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POST NO #21
Machi's head whirled around, "What! You can't mean that?"
But the boy's eyes were set and determined. The old sith shook his head in disbelief, a faint smile playing on his lips. The boy had just been beaten to pulp, not an inch of his body could claim to have been spared the pounding he had received but here he was talking of fighting back. He couldn't believe this boy had been born a slave.
"No my boy!" Machi said with a heavy sigh, "Just be happy that you are alive, leave the planet and make a life for yourself. You are young and have your whole life before you. You wanted to see the stars, well, here is you're…"
"No!" The boy interrupted, vehemently. "I will NOT rest until I see Rami suffer, Not for the stars not for anything." There was a pause as Anakin let that sink, "Even if I die trying,"
A heavy silence filled the hut. A silence amplified by the remoteness of the hut. It lay cradled in the soft foothills of the jagged Mospic range far away from the hustle and bustle of Mos Espa. Machi raised his eyes to the window. He could see the Dune Sea sprawled endlessly before him. The rising suns were making long cool shadows over the high dunes. Soon though, these dunes will be writhing in the fury of their heat. But now it was cool and pleasant. The early morning sun was streaming in; particles of dust creating a kaleidoscope of images in its trail.
Machi revered moments like these, they were like rare jewels to be treasured for life. Life! he thought how much of it was still left for him? He had worked so hard in the service of the dark side, dedicated his life, his childhood and his youth completely to it. For What, the supremacy of the darkside-and when it was all powerful, all encompassing, and other mortals were reduced to cringing, groveling slaves then what? His life had gone-without a smile, a kind word or even a tear. It would definitely not come back. What have I achieved? Machi thought.
"You are a hero," Sidious would have him believe, "one of the hundreds who have been working for this all these years. Each one, though now silent and forgotten has played his important part in digging at the foundations of the Jedi order and eventual control of the galaxy."
"It will be a momentous moment Lord Razur," Sidious had told him with that customary cackle of his. "And what more…you don't have to wait long. You WILL live to see the moment of glory pass, I promise you."
Machi had nodded his head then and agreed, Lord Sidious was not too open to disagreements. No, not even a past master could expect some moderation from this obsessed man, though he had nurtured and trained the Sith cum chancellor for over forty years.
"So will you train me, Machi?" Anakin's squeaky voice jolted him out of his thoughts. "Qui-Gon said I was the chosen one. He told the Jedi Council that I was very strong in the force which means that I can be a powerful Sith too…If you train me that is."
"I sensed it too, Ani, you are a very special boy. Anybody who can't see that must be blind." He said with a small smile.
"So does that mean you're gonna train me,"
Machi shook his head "Being a Sith is not easy, you have to work hard, day and night without much rest or the promise of reward. No wealth, no comfort, nothing is promised except power. Illusive as it is that is the one thing that a Sith strives for. Anger and hate is the thing that drives a Sith, but power is the real goal of a Sith. Today you may have plenty of anger in you, but it is possible that tomorrow you may not be so bitter." He turned around to face the window.
"Once you sell your soul to the darkside there is no turning back. It is your legacy and bondage for the rest of your life. You will be an unquestioning servant. A slave of the dark side, Anakin would you want that, to be a slave again for the rest of your life." Machi said, turning to face Anakin.
The boy nodded his head slowly; "I'll do anything to rid this world, of scum such as Rami. Machi stared back at the boy. He had changed, his cute angelic features seem to have hardened considerably, the boy wasn't a boy anymore, overnight he had lost that innocence and purity that he had loved so much in the boy.
Anakin's mental and physical agony fueled his resolve. The day seemed never to end. He knew he would never forget this day ever. As he lay suffering, weak and helpless. He promised himself he would never be weak, EVER.
POST NO #21
Machi's head whirled around, "What! You can't mean that?"
But the boy's eyes were set and determined. The old sith shook his head in disbelief, a faint smile playing on his lips. The boy had just been beaten to pulp, not an inch of his body could claim to have been spared the pounding he had received but here he was talking of fighting back. He couldn't believe this boy had been born a slave.
"No my boy!" Machi said with a heavy sigh, "Just be happy that you are alive, leave the planet and make a life for yourself. You are young and have your whole life before you. You wanted to see the stars, well, here is you're…"
"No!" The boy interrupted, vehemently. "I will NOT rest until I see Rami suffer, Not for the stars not for anything." There was a pause as Anakin let that sink, "Even if I die trying,"
A heavy silence filled the hut. A silence amplified by the remoteness of the hut. It lay cradled in the soft foothills of the jagged Mospic range far away from the hustle and bustle of Mos Espa. Machi raised his eyes to the window. He could see the Dune Sea sprawled endlessly before him. The rising suns were making long cool shadows over the high dunes. Soon though, these dunes will be writhing in the fury of their heat. But now it was cool and pleasant. The early morning sun was streaming in; particles of dust creating a kaleidoscope of images in its trail.
Machi revered moments like these, they were like rare jewels to be treasured for life. Life! he thought how much of it was still left for him? He had worked so hard in the service of the dark side, dedicated his life, his childhood and his youth completely to it. For What, the supremacy of the darkside-and when it was all powerful, all encompassing, and other mortals were reduced to cringing, groveling slaves then what? His life had gone-without a smile, a kind word or even a tear. It would definitely not come back. What have I achieved? Machi thought.
"You are a hero," Sidious would have him believe, "one of the hundreds who have been working for this all these years. Each one, though now silent and forgotten has played his important part in digging at the foundations of the Jedi order and eventual control of the galaxy."
"It will be a momentous moment Lord Razur," Sidious had told him with that customary cackle of his. "And what more…you don't have to wait long. You WILL live to see the moment of glory pass, I promise you."
Machi had nodded his head then and agreed, Lord Sidious was not too open to disagreements. No, not even a past master could expect some moderation from this obsessed man, though he had nurtured and trained the Sith cum chancellor for over forty years.
"So will you train me, Machi?" Anakin's squeaky voice jolted him out of his thoughts. "Qui-Gon said I was the chosen one. He told the Jedi Council that I was very strong in the force which means that I can be a powerful Sith too…If you train me that is."
"I sensed it too, Ani, you are a very special boy. Anybody who can't see that must be blind." He said with a small smile.
"So does that mean you're gonna train me,"
Machi shook his head "Being a Sith is not easy, you have to work hard, day and night without much rest or the promise of reward. No wealth, no comfort, nothing is promised except power. Illusive as it is that is the one thing that a Sith strives for. Anger and hate is the thing that drives a Sith, but power is the real goal of a Sith. Today you may have plenty of anger in you, but it is possible that tomorrow you may not be so bitter." He turned around to face the window.
"Once you sell your soul to the darkside there is no turning back. It is your legacy and bondage for the rest of your life. You will be an unquestioning servant. A slave of the dark side, Anakin would you want that, to be a slave again for the rest of your life." Machi said, turning to face Anakin.
The boy nodded his head slowly; "I'll do anything to rid this world, of scum such as Rami. Machi stared back at the boy. He had changed, his cute angelic features seem to have hardened considerably, the boy wasn't a boy anymore, overnight he had lost that innocence and purity that he had loved so much in the boy.
Anakin's mental and physical agony fueled his resolve. The day seemed never to end. He knew he would never forget this day ever. As he lay suffering, weak and helpless. He promised himself he would never be weak, EVER.