Standard Disclaimer: Neither Star Wars nor Knights of the Old Republic
belong to me. All are George Lucas' and Lucas arts, etc. The only thing I'm
claiming is the impressions of the main characters and, in later chapters,
the A/U plot. Which, believe me, isn't all that original to get all
bothered about.
"Things Left Behind" is a Sequel to "Unbalanced" and "There is no Peace but
Passion". They are only connected through time, one can definitely be read
without the other.
I wanted.
Things Left Behind
Chapter 3 - What Dreams May Come
Someone was crying. And almost as if in response, there were footsteps. Not heavy with weight but heavy with the unspeakables. They moved over deck plates [sand,moss,grass,shells].
Trampling. Underfoot.
Stars wheeled. Planets turned.
The sobbing continued. It pulsed like a heart-beat or a tidal call. It was high pitched and low, soft and loud, clear and congested all in turns. And although sometimes it was too quiet to be heard, it was there.
Just as the steps were there [coming,echoing,growinglouder,everpresent]. They were unhurried. They continued to the sound of tears. Drawn.
And the door opened.
The girl [child,baby,toddler,no more than two,no less than thirty] sat in the center of the white room. She was naked, pale and freezing. A brown cloak and a metal cylinder rested near her but she either had not the intelligence or self-preservation to reach for it. Instead she cried and the tears streaming down her face were brittle with the atmosphere around them.
And the door closed because the Other had entered.
Black shifted around her as she stepped across the room towards the girl [child,baby,toddler,no more than two,no less than thirty]. A cloak that moved and billowed, living to create her shadow before and after her. Heat radiated from her dark clad form. It fled her body in waves, creating clouds blocking sky [sight,hope,clarity,vision].
The little girl child shuddered as the darkness and fire cut a swath [a path,a connection,a meeting,a bridge] across her form. She whimpered, hazel eyes distorted and raised her arms, entreating.
Pick me up, please.
She was scarred [marked,burnt,chosen,taken] with long precise lines over her chest. Almost microscopic the lines were, but there. Oh yes. There.
The woman [Sith,Murderer,Bastard,Monster] raised her own metal cylinder. Bright light, red and bleeding sprung forth from its tip and was swung neatly.deftly.
The little girl wailed [keened,begged,suffered,screamed]
And then it was silent.
Just.
Silent.
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Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far. When I first posted I didn't really think I'd write again! But, you guys have made me excited about where the story might go. I definitely appreciate that! Again, I'm new to this. Didn't know if I was supposed to respond back individually, but what I've seen is responses at the ends of ficts. If anyone knows of a reason this is discourteous or if there is a better, way, please let me know. Thanks!
Sophita -Thank you. I have to admit I was a bit wary about writing Carth. Glad to hear he came through intact! Now to learn Wookie *grin* And, thanks for the heads up on how reviews sometimes work. I'll keep that in mind! I'd missed the critical time to finish my character's conversations with Carth. So, when I played the game, I was actually shocked that they left Carth and Revan hanging. Not even a single follow up conversation to the 'I want to protect you' stuff? Bah! Hence, I started thinking of what actually would have/could have happened if that type of tension had no resolve.
Akasha15 - Yep. I took your suggestion. The others were pretty much one shots, so I kept them separated. But this is flowing from event to event so. Now I just have to figure out where it ends! I'm not really trying to do cliffhangers they just. happen. Honest.
Mega-Obskira - So I get to live for another few days, right? ;)
Mara Jade2 - * blushes * I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm going to try and keep writing. My muse is easily bribed with chocolate, so.it should work.
Schally - * laughs* I'm trying. I'm trying. Thanks for the review ;)
Insane-android-avako - Very glad you liked it. I'm finished with two chapters right now (this one I'm posting and the next) I probably won't leave this one up without the next chapter for long. Probably have its follow up by the end of the day.
Things Left Behind
Chapter 3 - What Dreams May Come
Someone was crying. And almost as if in response, there were footsteps. Not heavy with weight but heavy with the unspeakables. They moved over deck plates [sand,moss,grass,shells].
Trampling. Underfoot.
Stars wheeled. Planets turned.
The sobbing continued. It pulsed like a heart-beat or a tidal call. It was high pitched and low, soft and loud, clear and congested all in turns. And although sometimes it was too quiet to be heard, it was there.
Just as the steps were there [coming,echoing,growinglouder,everpresent]. They were unhurried. They continued to the sound of tears. Drawn.
And the door opened.
The girl [child,baby,toddler,no more than two,no less than thirty] sat in the center of the white room. She was naked, pale and freezing. A brown cloak and a metal cylinder rested near her but she either had not the intelligence or self-preservation to reach for it. Instead she cried and the tears streaming down her face were brittle with the atmosphere around them.
And the door closed because the Other had entered.
Black shifted around her as she stepped across the room towards the girl [child,baby,toddler,no more than two,no less than thirty]. A cloak that moved and billowed, living to create her shadow before and after her. Heat radiated from her dark clad form. It fled her body in waves, creating clouds blocking sky [sight,hope,clarity,vision].
The little girl child shuddered as the darkness and fire cut a swath [a path,a connection,a meeting,a bridge] across her form. She whimpered, hazel eyes distorted and raised her arms, entreating.
Pick me up, please.
She was scarred [marked,burnt,chosen,taken] with long precise lines over her chest. Almost microscopic the lines were, but there. Oh yes. There.
The woman [Sith,Murderer,Bastard,Monster] raised her own metal cylinder. Bright light, red and bleeding sprung forth from its tip and was swung neatly.deftly.
The little girl wailed [keened,begged,suffered,screamed]
And then it was silent.
Just.
Silent.
+++++++++++++++++++++++
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far. When I first posted I didn't really think I'd write again! But, you guys have made me excited about where the story might go. I definitely appreciate that! Again, I'm new to this. Didn't know if I was supposed to respond back individually, but what I've seen is responses at the ends of ficts. If anyone knows of a reason this is discourteous or if there is a better, way, please let me know. Thanks!
Sophita -Thank you. I have to admit I was a bit wary about writing Carth. Glad to hear he came through intact! Now to learn Wookie *grin* And, thanks for the heads up on how reviews sometimes work. I'll keep that in mind! I'd missed the critical time to finish my character's conversations with Carth. So, when I played the game, I was actually shocked that they left Carth and Revan hanging. Not even a single follow up conversation to the 'I want to protect you' stuff? Bah! Hence, I started thinking of what actually would have/could have happened if that type of tension had no resolve.
Akasha15 - Yep. I took your suggestion. The others were pretty much one shots, so I kept them separated. But this is flowing from event to event so. Now I just have to figure out where it ends! I'm not really trying to do cliffhangers they just. happen. Honest.
Mega-Obskira - So I get to live for another few days, right? ;)
Mara Jade2 - * blushes * I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm going to try and keep writing. My muse is easily bribed with chocolate, so.it should work.
Schally - * laughs* I'm trying. I'm trying. Thanks for the review ;)
Insane-android-avako - Very glad you liked it. I'm finished with two chapters right now (this one I'm posting and the next) I probably won't leave this one up without the next chapter for long. Probably have its follow up by the end of the day.