I felt as if a new strength washed over me. The darkness no longer reigned and I felt...free. Freer than I had felt in a long time.
I opened my eyes carefully, blinking back the tears. I should be dead, logic dictated I should be dead.
"Logic doesn't always apply when you're Jedi." Vaders mechanical voice cut into my thoughts, strange how I had never viewed his voice as Mechanical before. Now I could hear his deep breathing inflicted by his mechanical lung, it sounded painful.
I did not recognise my surroundings and stiffed. A sudden apprehension flooded my mind; I wasn't in a mechanical suit like Vader was I? I moved my head to check, ignoring Vader for the present time, no I wasn't. Thank the force, the light side. A grim smile penetrated my lips.
My attention slowly wandered back to Vader. "Does he know?"
Note: This is an alternate ending that I wrote, it was well recieved on force.net so I decided to post it here also.
Comments as always are really really appreiated!
"No, as far as he knows you are dead."
"Ah." My throat still rasped.
.
I fell into silence as I began to mull these thoughts in my mind. He thought I was dead. How was that possible? Could I be here and dead too.
"Ekaterin is dead." He broke into my thoughts once more.
I blinked rapidly before comprehending. Ekaterin was dead...Ekaterin had died the minute my memories had come back. "I'm free, I'm out, you can't lock me up anymore!", a tiny voice inside of me yelled.
It then occurred to be I wasn't thinking how Uisce would have. Uisce was little more then a child when she was locked within. My current state of mind was not that of a child's. Well I hoped it wasn't. How did an adult think, how did Ekaterin think? Similar to this but not the same.
"Ekaterin..."
"She's dead, remember?" I reminded him.
"Uisce..." He tried again.
"The same goes for her."
"Won't the others know I'm not dead?" I questioned. Please don't tell me I had regained my freedom only to lose it again.
"They couldn't tell you apart from the others, I brought you in as a injured Tech."
"Ah." Was my face really messed up that bad? I touched my face, feeling the tender skin; the patches of dry skin then the smooth.
----
I spent time there recuperating and slowly gaining more mobility. My nights were haunted by thoughts of what I had done and sometimes I cried out waking myself up. Everyone I knew before was gone, the people I know now, I could not return to.
Vader had made that clear as he left. I couldn't associate with anyone who had known me in the Empire that would be downright stupid. But he had left me with enough credit to last me a year so I should be able to get back on my feet. I wonder if there are any jobs available for Ex-emperor hands.
It looked like I hadn't lost Ekaterin sense of humour. I thought darkly.
A few days later I was leaving the medical bay and leaving the station. I had lost two lives and I was about to begin a third.
For 16 years I had lived as Uisce, for 11 years I had lived as Ekaterin. So who was I now? I wasn't Ekaterin; I could never be her again. Not after what she had done...no, what I had done under the persona of Ekaterin. Yet I wasn't Uisce either, she too had changed. As Ekaterin I had lived in the Darkside as Uisce I had lived in the light. Who could I be?
Whoever you choose to be, their voices seemed to whisper to me.
Freedom. I heard the force whisper to me. Freedom...Saorse.
The End.
I opened my eyes carefully, blinking back the tears. I should be dead, logic dictated I should be dead.
"Logic doesn't always apply when you're Jedi." Vaders mechanical voice cut into my thoughts, strange how I had never viewed his voice as Mechanical before. Now I could hear his deep breathing inflicted by his mechanical lung, it sounded painful.
I did not recognise my surroundings and stiffed. A sudden apprehension flooded my mind; I wasn't in a mechanical suit like Vader was I? I moved my head to check, ignoring Vader for the present time, no I wasn't. Thank the force, the light side. A grim smile penetrated my lips.
My attention slowly wandered back to Vader. "Does he know?"
Note: This is an alternate ending that I wrote, it was well recieved on force.net so I decided to post it here also.
Comments as always are really really appreiated!
"No, as far as he knows you are dead."
"Ah." My throat still rasped.
.
I fell into silence as I began to mull these thoughts in my mind. He thought I was dead. How was that possible? Could I be here and dead too.
"Ekaterin is dead." He broke into my thoughts once more.
I blinked rapidly before comprehending. Ekaterin was dead...Ekaterin had died the minute my memories had come back. "I'm free, I'm out, you can't lock me up anymore!", a tiny voice inside of me yelled.
It then occurred to be I wasn't thinking how Uisce would have. Uisce was little more then a child when she was locked within. My current state of mind was not that of a child's. Well I hoped it wasn't. How did an adult think, how did Ekaterin think? Similar to this but not the same.
"Ekaterin..."
"She's dead, remember?" I reminded him.
"Uisce..." He tried again.
"The same goes for her."
"Won't the others know I'm not dead?" I questioned. Please don't tell me I had regained my freedom only to lose it again.
"They couldn't tell you apart from the others, I brought you in as a injured Tech."
"Ah." Was my face really messed up that bad? I touched my face, feeling the tender skin; the patches of dry skin then the smooth.
----
I spent time there recuperating and slowly gaining more mobility. My nights were haunted by thoughts of what I had done and sometimes I cried out waking myself up. Everyone I knew before was gone, the people I know now, I could not return to.
Vader had made that clear as he left. I couldn't associate with anyone who had known me in the Empire that would be downright stupid. But he had left me with enough credit to last me a year so I should be able to get back on my feet. I wonder if there are any jobs available for Ex-emperor hands.
It looked like I hadn't lost Ekaterin sense of humour. I thought darkly.
A few days later I was leaving the medical bay and leaving the station. I had lost two lives and I was about to begin a third.
For 16 years I had lived as Uisce, for 11 years I had lived as Ekaterin. So who was I now? I wasn't Ekaterin; I could never be her again. Not after what she had done...no, what I had done under the persona of Ekaterin. Yet I wasn't Uisce either, she too had changed. As Ekaterin I had lived in the Darkside as Uisce I had lived in the light. Who could I be?
Whoever you choose to be, their voices seemed to whisper to me.
Freedom. I heard the force whisper to me. Freedom...Saorse.
The End.
