Nightmares and Revelations
Disclaimer: Ghaaaaaaaa! I DON'T OWN STAR WARS!!! WHOOOOOOHOOOO!
Author's note: This chapter is more of a "what's going on back at the Temple" kinda thing. And it introduces some characters that will be in the next few follow-up fics. Sorry, it sucks worse than usual. A few cohorts of mine decided the fic needed to be branched out more and proceded to nag me until I wrote it. And it might explain why a certain Jedi is the way he is. :) OOC is rampant.
Hart del'Jordea snapped up from a dark sleep, one slender hand reaching for the always ready lightsaber laying on the stand next to her bed, the other pulled back into a fist. Every nerve twanged madly in tandem with her hammering heart. Every breath was a hissing gasp.
She had awakened from a nightmare.
She had never been jolted awake by a nightmare in her entire life.
The chrono beside her lightsaber read just past midnight, only an hour or so after she had actually gotten to sleep. The argent haired Adonian woman laid back against the pillow, listening intently to the silence around her, trying to discern what had awakened her, not wanting to admit she had been scared awake by some nameless horror.
Nothing but the cool, familiar walls of her bedroom. Well, the Adkatian tribal mask that Dram had given to her as a "gift" leered rather darkly from the far wall, but other than "that" it was fine.
The mask's carved ruby eyes gleamed and seemed to move.
Yep, it was going into the closet first thing in the morning. Or, she thought devilishly, Dooku might find it interesting.
When she staked it right outside his apartment door so that its fanged face met him first thing.
Still, her nerves twanged. The nagging sense that her padawan was doing someting horribly stupid still clung to the back of her mind. The nightmare was fast fading, a lingering chill that shook her more than it should have. Throwing back her blankets, she padded to the kitchenette near the front of her rooms--the perks of being a Knight--and rumaged around until she finally obtained a glass and filled it with water.
Loath to return to a sleep that would undoubtably be restless--and that infernal mask, Oh! she was going to beat that boy--the Adonian Knight replaced the glass and headed for the door, thinking a walk might de-twang her nerves.
The door, however, slid open before she even reached for the controls. The familiar Force imprint of the newcomer was the only thing that kept Hart from sprinting for her saber. Her cousin NEVER knocked.
"The Council just recieved a transmission you should see." Jeridin Alran informed her. Standing just over six feet, her flame red hair hanging in a lazy braid and half-closed emerald eyes, Jeridin gave the impression of a someone who could handle a planetary crisis between naps. Only five Adonians trained at the Temple, and two were of the same blood. del'Jordea's and Alran's were from the same stock, but the lack of height on Hart's part made it rather hard to believe.
"Good morning to you too."
"You were not sleeping, so don't pretend you were." Jeri replied dryly, leaning against the doorframe with easy grace. "And I go by time on Adon. It's just past dawn there."
Hart managed to smile acidly and stomped out into the hall, sans decent cloths and not caring. "Sadist."
Jeri smirked and dumped her own dark robe over the shorter woman. Hart let out a hissing grumble.
The gleaming halls of the Temple were hollow without Padawans, trainees, Knights and Masters running about. It felt like a tomb, and to a person who had spent the better part of her life in crowded spaces, it was desolate.
Jeridin didn't elaborate on the transmission, in fact, she didn't saw much more on the walk to the Council chamber--Hart could have walked to it blindfolded, considering how may times she had bailed her padawan out of trouble with the Council--and only saw traces of others, night-birds who couldn't sleep.
Hart was rather surprised to see only a few members of the Council and one or two other Knights had gathred when she and Jeri arrived, taking a seat in a vacant chair and waiting for an explanation.
Master Yoda sat across from them, listening intently to a serious looking Count Dooku. Hart made a face. That man was entirely too.....blah......even for a human. When Yoda saw that she was looking, he nodded, and suddenly, the chamber was quiet.
(This is the part I didn't want to write on accounts that I lost my inspiration halfway through it)
It was Jeridin that stood, striding to the center of the room without so much as a word to anyone and activating a holo-unit that had been placed there.
"We recieved a plea for aid aproximately two standard weeks ago by the mining colonies on the Outer Rim," the tall Adonian stated, gesturing to the starfeild map that the holo-unit produced. "Adsion Bilo and his Padawan Maris Mynal were sent to settle a land dispute there, they hitched a ride on the outgoing ship, the Twilight Kiss." The holo shifted pictures, following her words with recorded data. "From what we gathered then on, they answered a distress call halfway into their mission and four days later......there was a transmission from Maris Mynal.....I do not wish to replay that message out of respect for those who knew her." At last, the stonic red-head looked shaken.
"The fate of young Maris, we know." Yoda said gravely. "Missed, she will be."
Another gesture, and the holo changed to the data screens of information they recieved from the Barisian Knight Peire. "Four more Knights were dispatched to investigate. Qui-Gon Jinn, Mace Windu, Peire Cant and Dram Jani. All capable and....fairly intelligent."
"For men." Hart muttered, managing to keep the worry from her voice. Adon was ruled by females. It was hereditary and ingrain for females to be doubtful of males.
"Agreed," Jeridin and another woman Knight chimed in. Hart caught the others eyes, and twisted a strained smile. Tahl shouldn't be here, she thought.
(No offense to men........hehehe)
"There was a transmission only minutes ago from the Wake Angel." Jeri frowned. "Play it."
There was a hiss of static, then......
......ake Ang............Repeat......This is the Wake Angel to the Jedi Temple. We have a problem.
(I couldn't help myself. The weasel's told me to.)
The crew of the Twilight Kiss are dead. The Wake Angel has suffered one casualty presently. Contact with the ship resulted in injuries superficial to survey team with one exception.
"Who was it?" Hart demanded. "Was it my Janny?"
"Sit down you raving lunatic." Jeri ordered.
I have sent the information I have gathered on the theories we have thought of. Please reply.......as quickly as possible........Wake Angel out.
Silence was as thick as rancor drool. (Good image, yes?) The gathered Jedi poured over the data that Peire sent, reading but not fully understanding.
"Fles Penja is dead." Tahl observed, setting aside the data-pad and rising to examine the holo-unit beside Jeridin. "He was banished...."
"He was asked to stop his tampering with the Force and decided to press on anyhow." Count Dooku amended. "It consumed him."
"The Darkside?" another Knight piped in.
"Possibly." the stately Jedi continued. "He had left the Order before continuing with those absurd theories."
"Correct, Count Dooku is." the short Jedi Master Yoda observed. "A toy not, is the Force."
"According to what young Peire has noted," Plo Koon stood, waving at the holo-unit. "This....entity has not been observed as of yet. Only these creatures that they have encountered. They can be defeated, as the Knights proved, but not entirely."
"Meaning?" Hart asked darkly, folding her arms and trying to ignore the pounding in her skull. Dram was doing something stupid again, she could just FEEL it.
"Your Pada......Dram was reported to have killed one, only to have it reanimate seconds later and...."
"IT HURT MY BABY?!"
Jeridin thumped her soundly with a data-pad. "Quiet you."
"Get to his theories." Tahl demanded, then blanched when she realized who she was talking to.
"He was trying to tie the Force together." Plo Koon elaborated. "Keeping the balance through keeping it united. His idea was noble, but his ways were unoradox."
"No kidding." growled Hart.
"He eventually, according to Peire, succeded."
This brought them all to attention. Even Yoda's ears snapped to alert. The Council chamber was a ghostly meeting place of silence and whispered breathing. PLo Koon, if possible, looked grimmer than usual.
"In his own way. The effects were temporary, but it did managed to destroy whatever remained of Fles Penja. He is now, in a sense, anti- life."
"I'm sorry," asked Jeridin. "Say that again. You can't be anti- life...there is no way...."
"He is, Jeridin. And with that, nearly unpredictable. We have no way of knowing what he is now. Or what motives he might have in a shattered mind, all he knows, it that he connot ever be what he hunts, and it drives him more insane with every passing moment."
Again, there was silence, until Hart rose and demanded. "And you sent DRAM to fix this?"
Boy, did that chapter suck. But it's posted and now I can go back to the others. I hope you're happy Reo. I sooooo hope you're happy.
Disclaimer: Ghaaaaaaaa! I DON'T OWN STAR WARS!!! WHOOOOOOHOOOO!
Author's note: This chapter is more of a "what's going on back at the Temple" kinda thing. And it introduces some characters that will be in the next few follow-up fics. Sorry, it sucks worse than usual. A few cohorts of mine decided the fic needed to be branched out more and proceded to nag me until I wrote it. And it might explain why a certain Jedi is the way he is. :) OOC is rampant.
Hart del'Jordea snapped up from a dark sleep, one slender hand reaching for the always ready lightsaber laying on the stand next to her bed, the other pulled back into a fist. Every nerve twanged madly in tandem with her hammering heart. Every breath was a hissing gasp.
She had awakened from a nightmare.
She had never been jolted awake by a nightmare in her entire life.
The chrono beside her lightsaber read just past midnight, only an hour or so after she had actually gotten to sleep. The argent haired Adonian woman laid back against the pillow, listening intently to the silence around her, trying to discern what had awakened her, not wanting to admit she had been scared awake by some nameless horror.
Nothing but the cool, familiar walls of her bedroom. Well, the Adkatian tribal mask that Dram had given to her as a "gift" leered rather darkly from the far wall, but other than "that" it was fine.
The mask's carved ruby eyes gleamed and seemed to move.
Yep, it was going into the closet first thing in the morning. Or, she thought devilishly, Dooku might find it interesting.
When she staked it right outside his apartment door so that its fanged face met him first thing.
Still, her nerves twanged. The nagging sense that her padawan was doing someting horribly stupid still clung to the back of her mind. The nightmare was fast fading, a lingering chill that shook her more than it should have. Throwing back her blankets, she padded to the kitchenette near the front of her rooms--the perks of being a Knight--and rumaged around until she finally obtained a glass and filled it with water.
Loath to return to a sleep that would undoubtably be restless--and that infernal mask, Oh! she was going to beat that boy--the Adonian Knight replaced the glass and headed for the door, thinking a walk might de-twang her nerves.
The door, however, slid open before she even reached for the controls. The familiar Force imprint of the newcomer was the only thing that kept Hart from sprinting for her saber. Her cousin NEVER knocked.
"The Council just recieved a transmission you should see." Jeridin Alran informed her. Standing just over six feet, her flame red hair hanging in a lazy braid and half-closed emerald eyes, Jeridin gave the impression of a someone who could handle a planetary crisis between naps. Only five Adonians trained at the Temple, and two were of the same blood. del'Jordea's and Alran's were from the same stock, but the lack of height on Hart's part made it rather hard to believe.
"Good morning to you too."
"You were not sleeping, so don't pretend you were." Jeri replied dryly, leaning against the doorframe with easy grace. "And I go by time on Adon. It's just past dawn there."
Hart managed to smile acidly and stomped out into the hall, sans decent cloths and not caring. "Sadist."
Jeri smirked and dumped her own dark robe over the shorter woman. Hart let out a hissing grumble.
The gleaming halls of the Temple were hollow without Padawans, trainees, Knights and Masters running about. It felt like a tomb, and to a person who had spent the better part of her life in crowded spaces, it was desolate.
Jeridin didn't elaborate on the transmission, in fact, she didn't saw much more on the walk to the Council chamber--Hart could have walked to it blindfolded, considering how may times she had bailed her padawan out of trouble with the Council--and only saw traces of others, night-birds who couldn't sleep.
Hart was rather surprised to see only a few members of the Council and one or two other Knights had gathred when she and Jeri arrived, taking a seat in a vacant chair and waiting for an explanation.
Master Yoda sat across from them, listening intently to a serious looking Count Dooku. Hart made a face. That man was entirely too.....blah......even for a human. When Yoda saw that she was looking, he nodded, and suddenly, the chamber was quiet.
(This is the part I didn't want to write on accounts that I lost my inspiration halfway through it)
It was Jeridin that stood, striding to the center of the room without so much as a word to anyone and activating a holo-unit that had been placed there.
"We recieved a plea for aid aproximately two standard weeks ago by the mining colonies on the Outer Rim," the tall Adonian stated, gesturing to the starfeild map that the holo-unit produced. "Adsion Bilo and his Padawan Maris Mynal were sent to settle a land dispute there, they hitched a ride on the outgoing ship, the Twilight Kiss." The holo shifted pictures, following her words with recorded data. "From what we gathered then on, they answered a distress call halfway into their mission and four days later......there was a transmission from Maris Mynal.....I do not wish to replay that message out of respect for those who knew her." At last, the stonic red-head looked shaken.
"The fate of young Maris, we know." Yoda said gravely. "Missed, she will be."
Another gesture, and the holo changed to the data screens of information they recieved from the Barisian Knight Peire. "Four more Knights were dispatched to investigate. Qui-Gon Jinn, Mace Windu, Peire Cant and Dram Jani. All capable and....fairly intelligent."
"For men." Hart muttered, managing to keep the worry from her voice. Adon was ruled by females. It was hereditary and ingrain for females to be doubtful of males.
"Agreed," Jeridin and another woman Knight chimed in. Hart caught the others eyes, and twisted a strained smile. Tahl shouldn't be here, she thought.
(No offense to men........hehehe)
"There was a transmission only minutes ago from the Wake Angel." Jeri frowned. "Play it."
There was a hiss of static, then......
......ake Ang............Repeat......This is the Wake Angel to the Jedi Temple. We have a problem.
(I couldn't help myself. The weasel's told me to.)
The crew of the Twilight Kiss are dead. The Wake Angel has suffered one casualty presently. Contact with the ship resulted in injuries superficial to survey team with one exception.
"Who was it?" Hart demanded. "Was it my Janny?"
"Sit down you raving lunatic." Jeri ordered.
I have sent the information I have gathered on the theories we have thought of. Please reply.......as quickly as possible........Wake Angel out.
Silence was as thick as rancor drool. (Good image, yes?) The gathered Jedi poured over the data that Peire sent, reading but not fully understanding.
"Fles Penja is dead." Tahl observed, setting aside the data-pad and rising to examine the holo-unit beside Jeridin. "He was banished...."
"He was asked to stop his tampering with the Force and decided to press on anyhow." Count Dooku amended. "It consumed him."
"The Darkside?" another Knight piped in.
"Possibly." the stately Jedi continued. "He had left the Order before continuing with those absurd theories."
"Correct, Count Dooku is." the short Jedi Master Yoda observed. "A toy not, is the Force."
"According to what young Peire has noted," Plo Koon stood, waving at the holo-unit. "This....entity has not been observed as of yet. Only these creatures that they have encountered. They can be defeated, as the Knights proved, but not entirely."
"Meaning?" Hart asked darkly, folding her arms and trying to ignore the pounding in her skull. Dram was doing something stupid again, she could just FEEL it.
"Your Pada......Dram was reported to have killed one, only to have it reanimate seconds later and...."
"IT HURT MY BABY?!"
Jeridin thumped her soundly with a data-pad. "Quiet you."
"Get to his theories." Tahl demanded, then blanched when she realized who she was talking to.
"He was trying to tie the Force together." Plo Koon elaborated. "Keeping the balance through keeping it united. His idea was noble, but his ways were unoradox."
"No kidding." growled Hart.
"He eventually, according to Peire, succeded."
This brought them all to attention. Even Yoda's ears snapped to alert. The Council chamber was a ghostly meeting place of silence and whispered breathing. PLo Koon, if possible, looked grimmer than usual.
"In his own way. The effects were temporary, but it did managed to destroy whatever remained of Fles Penja. He is now, in a sense, anti- life."
"I'm sorry," asked Jeridin. "Say that again. You can't be anti- life...there is no way...."
"He is, Jeridin. And with that, nearly unpredictable. We have no way of knowing what he is now. Or what motives he might have in a shattered mind, all he knows, it that he connot ever be what he hunts, and it drives him more insane with every passing moment."
Again, there was silence, until Hart rose and demanded. "And you sent DRAM to fix this?"
Boy, did that chapter suck. But it's posted and now I can go back to the others. I hope you're happy Reo. I sooooo hope you're happy.