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//Grenades exploding overhead.
Lasers blasting forth with a war cry.
The stifled cries of pain and death.
The bloody battle brought a bitter taste to Kylea's mouth and she coughed as dust and dirt smothered her throat.
Very realistic dream, Kylea thought grimly.
As the smoke cleared she could make out Yuuzhan warriors, over fifty, charging someone. Going into combat and coming out in pieces.
Kylea ran towards a dim figure and she somewhat wished she had her lightsaber dangling at her side. Not that it would do her any good. This was a dream or vision and she didn't think a lightsaber would help. Kylea somehow knew it was a Jedi they were attacking and that he was in trouble.
As Kylea got closer the figure shaped into a young man, alone. His lightsaber shining it's radiance in his darkest hour. He was very strong but growing weaker with every block, every slash and ever parry as he tried to prevent the onslaught of the enemy.
Kylea ached to help him as an amphistaff ripped through flesh on his thigh. He did not falter as he dealt another crushing blow. She wanted to yell and scream in sorrow and fear for this man she did not know but she did not for fear that she would break his concentration.
More grenades fly from above, taking down a few warriors in its wake.
The Jedi jumps into a series of cartwheels and hazards a glance behind him. He looks up at two humans. A brown haired man and woman mercilessly launch their firepower at the enemy from overhead. Tears flow freely down their faces with the rage of a river. Sorrow, fear, and horror radiate through their presence.
Suddenly a command is issued. Not verbally but mentally, carrying with it the weight of the Force. *Go* the doomed Jedi orders his comrades. *I can't hold* But they stay, determined not to leave their companion to his ill fate.
Kylea watches wide-eyed the pain in the brown haired man's eyes as he tries to push the young woman away. Not to let their friends sacrifice be in vain.
The Jedi's purple blade ticks back and forth preventing the onslaught of the Yuuzhan Vong. He back flips closer to the pit wall and pulls out a detonator and waves it at his companions. *Thirty seconds* He releases the trigger. *Take her Jacen. Kiss Tahiri for me*
For a moment Kylea registers what has been said but doesn't know what to think. Jacen? Tahiri? Her confusion is put on hold though, when the young man throws the detonator and the Vong finally reach him. Another slash, another parry, another block, another slip in his defense and another wound is inflicted.
Kylea cries out because for her the pain is real. Made real by her Jedi training.
The man's defense is finally penetrated and he takes an amphistaff to the gut and goes down hard. The lightsaber falls from his grip. He is vibrant now with all his cells exploding, but also blazing within the Force.
Kylea feels the man's life maelstrom melt back into which it was created, the Force, his body to weak to hold in his abundant energy. Silent tears run down her cheeks as the man suddenly disappears. Gone, no where to be seen. Kylea feels a hollow pit where her stomach should be and the Force seems to whisper without mercy: "Kylea, you don't exist."
As she is pulled out of the vision with a churning wrench she hears a man's far off scream, yet she can feel is closely, vibrating in her very being.//
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I don't have much more written so the next parts of the story might be slower in coming. Sorry!
//Grenades exploding overhead.
Lasers blasting forth with a war cry.
The stifled cries of pain and death.
The bloody battle brought a bitter taste to Kylea's mouth and she coughed as dust and dirt smothered her throat.
Very realistic dream, Kylea thought grimly.
As the smoke cleared she could make out Yuuzhan warriors, over fifty, charging someone. Going into combat and coming out in pieces.
Kylea ran towards a dim figure and she somewhat wished she had her lightsaber dangling at her side. Not that it would do her any good. This was a dream or vision and she didn't think a lightsaber would help. Kylea somehow knew it was a Jedi they were attacking and that he was in trouble.
As Kylea got closer the figure shaped into a young man, alone. His lightsaber shining it's radiance in his darkest hour. He was very strong but growing weaker with every block, every slash and ever parry as he tried to prevent the onslaught of the enemy.
Kylea ached to help him as an amphistaff ripped through flesh on his thigh. He did not falter as he dealt another crushing blow. She wanted to yell and scream in sorrow and fear for this man she did not know but she did not for fear that she would break his concentration.
More grenades fly from above, taking down a few warriors in its wake.
The Jedi jumps into a series of cartwheels and hazards a glance behind him. He looks up at two humans. A brown haired man and woman mercilessly launch their firepower at the enemy from overhead. Tears flow freely down their faces with the rage of a river. Sorrow, fear, and horror radiate through their presence.
Suddenly a command is issued. Not verbally but mentally, carrying with it the weight of the Force. *Go* the doomed Jedi orders his comrades. *I can't hold* But they stay, determined not to leave their companion to his ill fate.
Kylea watches wide-eyed the pain in the brown haired man's eyes as he tries to push the young woman away. Not to let their friends sacrifice be in vain.
The Jedi's purple blade ticks back and forth preventing the onslaught of the Yuuzhan Vong. He back flips closer to the pit wall and pulls out a detonator and waves it at his companions. *Thirty seconds* He releases the trigger. *Take her Jacen. Kiss Tahiri for me*
For a moment Kylea registers what has been said but doesn't know what to think. Jacen? Tahiri? Her confusion is put on hold though, when the young man throws the detonator and the Vong finally reach him. Another slash, another parry, another block, another slip in his defense and another wound is inflicted.
Kylea cries out because for her the pain is real. Made real by her Jedi training.
The man's defense is finally penetrated and he takes an amphistaff to the gut and goes down hard. The lightsaber falls from his grip. He is vibrant now with all his cells exploding, but also blazing within the Force.
Kylea feels the man's life maelstrom melt back into which it was created, the Force, his body to weak to hold in his abundant energy. Silent tears run down her cheeks as the man suddenly disappears. Gone, no where to be seen. Kylea feels a hollow pit where her stomach should be and the Force seems to whisper without mercy: "Kylea, you don't exist."
As she is pulled out of the vision with a churning wrench she hears a man's far off scream, yet she can feel is closely, vibrating in her very being.//
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I don't have much more written so the next parts of the story might be slower in coming. Sorry!