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CHAPTER 2
Saiyani groaned as she regained consciousness to find herself staring at the ceiling.
The ceiling was covered in ornate carvings decrypting animals and other creatures
that Saiyani had never seen before. She pulled herself up into a sitting position to
have a better look at her surroundings. The room she was in was bathed in shadows,
what she was sitting on was a bed, and the door that she noticed over in the corner
appeared to be locked. She hefted herself across the side of the bed and began to
walk towards the door before she froze in pain. The entire left hand side of her
stomach burned, agonizing. She looked at the door for a moment before heading
back to the bed, where she sat down on the edge of the bed and undid the silk robe
that she still wore.
Her stomach was an absolute mess. The left side of her stomach was charred and
bloodied, the burn spreading across her abdomen until it stopped at her belly
button. Biting her lip in horror, she tore of the robe to examine it for the burn hole
that should have been over the area of the burn, it wasn't there. The robe was in the
same condition as it was when she was up on the hill… She put the robe back on and
began to feel nervous. What the hell had happened to her up on the hill? All she
remembered was that she met Endar in the bushes after she escaped the priests, she
said that she thought he was dead, and he said something else before suddenly she
was here. But then again, where was here? She didn't have a clue where she was or
what had happened to her. Sitting there thinking about this made her feel panicky,
why was she here? Who brought her here? Endar? Then again, how the hell did she
get this wound? If it was Endar, wouldn't he have least dressed her wound if he
knew it was there? Her questions were answered when the door opened and a
cloaked figure strode in.
The figure wore the hood of the cloak over his or her head so Saiyani had no idea
what they looked like. For a moment Saiyani sat there in silence, waiting for the
figure to speak. The figure stood there in silence for a moment before lifting off the
hood to reveal their face, it was frightening. It's head was covered completely in
black armour that reflected the dim light in the room off its surface to create an
affect that closely resembled fire swirling in space. The crown of the helmet was
encrusted by hundreds of needle sharp horns the width of one's finger and the
height of Saiyani's index finger. "Sorry for disturbing you Saiyani, but I thought I'd
introduce myself as you are going to be around here for quite a while I expect. My
name is Colonis Dakran," "W-what do you want from me?" "I don't want anything
from you Saiyani, however I do suggest that you and I become friends as things can
get pretty tough down here for a loner." Saiyani blinked, "What do you mean down
here?" Colonis stifled a laugh as the blood drained from Saiyani's face. "Don't you
know where you are? Well, I'll tell you then. You, Saiyani, are dead." He wrapped
his left arm around the stunned girl and guided her out of the room onto the
balcony/hall outside. "And this," he added solemnly "Is the realm of the afterlife."
He spread his right arm out as if he was showing Saiyani some brilliant prize or a
fantasy land out of a fairytale. But this wasn't the type of fantasy land Saiyani had
dreamt the afterlife being like. Wretched black stone columns towered into the sky
throughout the land she could see, their surfaces chipped and stained from decay.
The sky was nothing but blackness, putrid beyond understanding. Hung high in the
sky to the North was a blood red moon, apocalyptic and demonic, it simply added to
the already dark surroundings. Dotted here and there were buildings and temples
that had seen FAR better days before they ended up here. The occupants of this
strange land stumbled about the landscape as if they were in an endless search for a
chance to escape, a weakness in the afterlife's shell whom they could break through.
Saiyani, confused and frightened, muttered one unintelligible word that completely
described what she was seeing. "Urk."
**********
1950 years before the birth of Queen Amidala…
Redarak was different. From the moment he was born in the swamps of Naboo, his
mother and father realized this. He displayed characteristics that were different
from normal Gungans. For example, at the age of six his mother caught him in his
room building a strange machine that consisted of a long tubed barrel atop a black
handle with a large sheet of metal underneight the barrel. When she asked him what
it was, he told her that he was building a weapon called a blaster rifle. The Gungan
race had never seen nor heard of any other alien races as the humans had not yet
colonized the small planet of Naboo, so you could understand the shock which
Redarak's mother felt when her son told her what he was building. She grabbed
him and the strange weapon he called a Blaster rifle and dragged him to the temple.
There she confronted the priests with the weapon and her son and told them how he
had built this thing in his room. They too were confused on how exactly Redarak
had the knowledge to build such a device. The priests examined the rifle there and
then and even tested it on a rock in the courtyard. It worked. Confused on exactly
what they should do with the situation, the head priest finally decided to confiscate
the weapon and destroy it. As for Redarak, he was forbidden to build any more of
these weapons or else he would be severely punished.
Now, twenty years later, Redarak was the general of the Grand Gungan Army. He
was feared by all, and readily dealt with the few who dared to oppose him. In order
to make himself stand out amongst the rest of the Gungans as the greatly feared
Redarak no matter what clothing he wore, he had cut of his ears at the stems leaving
little or no trace of their existence. Rumors abound behind his back that he is a
reincarnation of an evil warrior by the name of Tekraw, who was killed several
hundred years before Redarak's birth. Another rumor going around was that
Redarak was actually the son of a Deltan Gungan, and had been adopted by his so-
called true mother. No-one new much about the Deltan as they keep to themselves,
however the people knew they reside deep inside the bowels of the planets core, and
had built themselves a great city out of the sides of a giant ravine. There was a myth
however that the Deltan considered themselves better that the other Gungan tribes,
and even classified themselves as an entirely different race. That scrap of
information about the Deltan gave the people enough backbone to believe that
Redarak was one of them….
Redarak stood by silently as lieutenant Tarn struck the elder yet again. He had
inadvertedly discovered that this elder and several others where plotting to topple
him from his reign as general. So he, the lieutenant, and several of his men decided
to pay this old fart a visit and try and obtain from him the names of the other
citizens on charges of treason. "Listen, weesa ken help yousan get outta dis with
youssan life, all yousa gotta do is tel ussen da names of yous fwiends." Tarn
whispered loudly in the elder's ear, trying to tempt the old man into telling them
what they wanted to hear. "No, yousan bastards! Meesa neva gonna tell yousan!
Yous ken go ta hell!" The elder snarled as he struggled in the grip of one of
Redarak's men. "Oooh… so yousan wanna save yousan fwiends even if youssan die?
Wesa will find them anyways." Tarn sniggered before placing an electropole to the
neck of the elder, "Final chance, are yousan gonna tell ussen or do weesa have ta
make a bery big mess?" Tarn warned, his grip tightening on the weapon. "As meesa
said before, yousan ken go ta hell." The elder growled. Tarn sighed, "Meesa hatin
doin da papawork afta somthin like this." Before anyone could say anything, Tarn
rammed the tip of the electropole through the elders head, piercing the skull and
killing him instantly.
Redarak smiled slightly before placing his hand on the young lieutenant's shoulder.
"Well done Tarn. If his friends are waiting in the crowd outside they would be
shaking in fear when they find out what you did to the old fart. You're going to
become a great general like me when you grow up." Tarn smiled, "Thankyousa
Gen'ral." He gave Redarak a quick salute before motioning two of the other soldiers
to drag the body outside. Redarak licked his lips after the room had cleared. He
decided to find out more about the elder Tarn had just executed. He had never seen
the old man before several weeks ago when this plot against him was uncovered. So
with no-one else around, he made up his mind to search every nook and cranny of
this dump and see if he could find out any information about him. Hell, he might
even find out exactly how many "friends" they were dealing with here. He headed
towards the guest bedroom to begin his search there. No-one was ever going to
topple him from his reign…
To be continued…
CHAPTER 2
Saiyani groaned as she regained consciousness to find herself staring at the ceiling.
The ceiling was covered in ornate carvings decrypting animals and other creatures
that Saiyani had never seen before. She pulled herself up into a sitting position to
have a better look at her surroundings. The room she was in was bathed in shadows,
what she was sitting on was a bed, and the door that she noticed over in the corner
appeared to be locked. She hefted herself across the side of the bed and began to
walk towards the door before she froze in pain. The entire left hand side of her
stomach burned, agonizing. She looked at the door for a moment before heading
back to the bed, where she sat down on the edge of the bed and undid the silk robe
that she still wore.
Her stomach was an absolute mess. The left side of her stomach was charred and
bloodied, the burn spreading across her abdomen until it stopped at her belly
button. Biting her lip in horror, she tore of the robe to examine it for the burn hole
that should have been over the area of the burn, it wasn't there. The robe was in the
same condition as it was when she was up on the hill… She put the robe back on and
began to feel nervous. What the hell had happened to her up on the hill? All she
remembered was that she met Endar in the bushes after she escaped the priests, she
said that she thought he was dead, and he said something else before suddenly she
was here. But then again, where was here? She didn't have a clue where she was or
what had happened to her. Sitting there thinking about this made her feel panicky,
why was she here? Who brought her here? Endar? Then again, how the hell did she
get this wound? If it was Endar, wouldn't he have least dressed her wound if he
knew it was there? Her questions were answered when the door opened and a
cloaked figure strode in.
The figure wore the hood of the cloak over his or her head so Saiyani had no idea
what they looked like. For a moment Saiyani sat there in silence, waiting for the
figure to speak. The figure stood there in silence for a moment before lifting off the
hood to reveal their face, it was frightening. It's head was covered completely in
black armour that reflected the dim light in the room off its surface to create an
affect that closely resembled fire swirling in space. The crown of the helmet was
encrusted by hundreds of needle sharp horns the width of one's finger and the
height of Saiyani's index finger. "Sorry for disturbing you Saiyani, but I thought I'd
introduce myself as you are going to be around here for quite a while I expect. My
name is Colonis Dakran," "W-what do you want from me?" "I don't want anything
from you Saiyani, however I do suggest that you and I become friends as things can
get pretty tough down here for a loner." Saiyani blinked, "What do you mean down
here?" Colonis stifled a laugh as the blood drained from Saiyani's face. "Don't you
know where you are? Well, I'll tell you then. You, Saiyani, are dead." He wrapped
his left arm around the stunned girl and guided her out of the room onto the
balcony/hall outside. "And this," he added solemnly "Is the realm of the afterlife."
He spread his right arm out as if he was showing Saiyani some brilliant prize or a
fantasy land out of a fairytale. But this wasn't the type of fantasy land Saiyani had
dreamt the afterlife being like. Wretched black stone columns towered into the sky
throughout the land she could see, their surfaces chipped and stained from decay.
The sky was nothing but blackness, putrid beyond understanding. Hung high in the
sky to the North was a blood red moon, apocalyptic and demonic, it simply added to
the already dark surroundings. Dotted here and there were buildings and temples
that had seen FAR better days before they ended up here. The occupants of this
strange land stumbled about the landscape as if they were in an endless search for a
chance to escape, a weakness in the afterlife's shell whom they could break through.
Saiyani, confused and frightened, muttered one unintelligible word that completely
described what she was seeing. "Urk."
**********
1950 years before the birth of Queen Amidala…
Redarak was different. From the moment he was born in the swamps of Naboo, his
mother and father realized this. He displayed characteristics that were different
from normal Gungans. For example, at the age of six his mother caught him in his
room building a strange machine that consisted of a long tubed barrel atop a black
handle with a large sheet of metal underneight the barrel. When she asked him what
it was, he told her that he was building a weapon called a blaster rifle. The Gungan
race had never seen nor heard of any other alien races as the humans had not yet
colonized the small planet of Naboo, so you could understand the shock which
Redarak's mother felt when her son told her what he was building. She grabbed
him and the strange weapon he called a Blaster rifle and dragged him to the temple.
There she confronted the priests with the weapon and her son and told them how he
had built this thing in his room. They too were confused on how exactly Redarak
had the knowledge to build such a device. The priests examined the rifle there and
then and even tested it on a rock in the courtyard. It worked. Confused on exactly
what they should do with the situation, the head priest finally decided to confiscate
the weapon and destroy it. As for Redarak, he was forbidden to build any more of
these weapons or else he would be severely punished.
Now, twenty years later, Redarak was the general of the Grand Gungan Army. He
was feared by all, and readily dealt with the few who dared to oppose him. In order
to make himself stand out amongst the rest of the Gungans as the greatly feared
Redarak no matter what clothing he wore, he had cut of his ears at the stems leaving
little or no trace of their existence. Rumors abound behind his back that he is a
reincarnation of an evil warrior by the name of Tekraw, who was killed several
hundred years before Redarak's birth. Another rumor going around was that
Redarak was actually the son of a Deltan Gungan, and had been adopted by his so-
called true mother. No-one new much about the Deltan as they keep to themselves,
however the people knew they reside deep inside the bowels of the planets core, and
had built themselves a great city out of the sides of a giant ravine. There was a myth
however that the Deltan considered themselves better that the other Gungan tribes,
and even classified themselves as an entirely different race. That scrap of
information about the Deltan gave the people enough backbone to believe that
Redarak was one of them….
Redarak stood by silently as lieutenant Tarn struck the elder yet again. He had
inadvertedly discovered that this elder and several others where plotting to topple
him from his reign as general. So he, the lieutenant, and several of his men decided
to pay this old fart a visit and try and obtain from him the names of the other
citizens on charges of treason. "Listen, weesa ken help yousan get outta dis with
youssan life, all yousa gotta do is tel ussen da names of yous fwiends." Tarn
whispered loudly in the elder's ear, trying to tempt the old man into telling them
what they wanted to hear. "No, yousan bastards! Meesa neva gonna tell yousan!
Yous ken go ta hell!" The elder snarled as he struggled in the grip of one of
Redarak's men. "Oooh… so yousan wanna save yousan fwiends even if youssan die?
Wesa will find them anyways." Tarn sniggered before placing an electropole to the
neck of the elder, "Final chance, are yousan gonna tell ussen or do weesa have ta
make a bery big mess?" Tarn warned, his grip tightening on the weapon. "As meesa
said before, yousan ken go ta hell." The elder growled. Tarn sighed, "Meesa hatin
doin da papawork afta somthin like this." Before anyone could say anything, Tarn
rammed the tip of the electropole through the elders head, piercing the skull and
killing him instantly.
Redarak smiled slightly before placing his hand on the young lieutenant's shoulder.
"Well done Tarn. If his friends are waiting in the crowd outside they would be
shaking in fear when they find out what you did to the old fart. You're going to
become a great general like me when you grow up." Tarn smiled, "Thankyousa
Gen'ral." He gave Redarak a quick salute before motioning two of the other soldiers
to drag the body outside. Redarak licked his lips after the room had cleared. He
decided to find out more about the elder Tarn had just executed. He had never seen
the old man before several weeks ago when this plot against him was uncovered. So
with no-one else around, he made up his mind to search every nook and cranny of
this dump and see if he could find out any information about him. Hell, he might
even find out exactly how many "friends" they were dealing with here. He headed
towards the guest bedroom to begin his search there. No-one was ever going to
topple him from his reign…
To be continued…