The Dark Side's Pain
Luke was led to a dark room, with only a torch burning in a pot for light, and sat in a chair. His wrists were clamped to the arms of the chair with black steel bands, which sent a jolt of pain through him each time he tried to use the force to free them. Before him sat Salen, a grin on his pale, mad face. "You know, you'll be dead soon, and your child will be mine," he said calmly, his violet eyes glittering in the torchlight.
Luke reached for that centered calm inside him, found it, and sighed. "I may be dead, but you'll never have Mirelle," he said.
Salen laughed softly. "You think your woman will find her?" he asked.
"She's not my woman, and yes, she will find her. Why have you brought me here?" Luke asked.
Salen leaned back in his chair, and Luke was suddenly reminded of Han. "I was thinking long ago of the best way to torture a jedi, and I finally found a way," he said. He lifted a hand, palm up and waved it in the air. Suddenly Luke saw in his mind, the first Death Star destroy Leia's home, her watching all the while. He felt her heart wrenching pain, and felt the pain of all the souls below on the planet. The image then changed to her being tortured by vader in her detention cell. He saw the black clad figure towering over her, the small woman in white. Suddenly, the images were gone, and Salen's face was back. "Did you find that enjoyable?" he asked, laughing softly. Luke couldn't answer. He was gasping for air, and trying to fight back the cold, which wanted to seep into him. It felt as if he'd been dunked in icy water and had only now been pulled out. "I'm glad, I hope you enjoy more," Salen said, and suddenly the images were back again. Luke saw Han's brave face as he was lowered into the carbonite pit, heard Chewie's cry of rage and pain. He saw His mother's face as he was taken from her, heard her quiet sobs and his own cries. He heard the desperate communications of Renegade flight as they were cut to pieces over Dara Four. He felt the fear of the pilots as they watched lasers slice their comrades to bits before their eyes. He saw thousands of jedi killed, cut down by lightsabers. He heard people crying, saw mother's grab children up with frightened hands, and all the while that cold feeling grew worse and worse. He clenched his teeth together to keep from screaming, but the horrible images kept coming. He saw the Emperor kneeling before a small child, and with a gasp, he realized it was Mara. She was small, but still lovely, and she looked at the man with open curiosity. He offered a thin, white hand to her, and she put her small hand in his. His narreled fingers curled around hers, and his twisted face split in a dark smile. "It's time to go now my child," he coxed, his cracked voice a whisper.
"No!" a woman cried from behind Mara. Luke could see Mara's parents, backed into a corner. The man held a woman tightly to him, and they were both crying. "But, that's my baby," the woman sobbed.
"Shh, I know," he said, tears streaming down his face.
Luke knew they were too wrapped up to notice the blasters leveled at their heads, and he knew neither heard the final shots. "No, leave her be," he growled, as the Emperor led Mara away. He could feel the dark side of the force seeping into him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He saw his aunt and uncle, their chard, smoking remains, and the burned out house. "No," he gasped, shaking all over.
Salen was laughing wildly now, and he stood, raising both hands towards the stricken jedi. "Now, I will show you my pain, and nothing can ever, ever bring you back!" he shrieked, and Luke lost the tenuous grip he'd had on the light. He felt his consciousness plummet into cold, black nothingness, and he was gone.
Mara gasped, leaning against a wall for support, and feeling as if she'd just had the wind knocked out of her. Something had just happened to Skywalker, and she had to get back to him, but she had to find Mirelle first. She peeked around the corner, and saw a guard leaning casually against a doorframe, twirling a blaster in his hands. She wondered again as she crept forward why this place wasn't as heavily guarded as she'd expected. She thought then of Salen's mad eyes, and theorized that he probably couldn't manage an attack on three jedi masters let alone the new republic. He needed a dark jedi to help him do it, and that was why he'd needed Mirelle. He was crafty, she had to give him that much. She silently drew her blaster from its holster and struck the guard in the back of the head. He went down like a stone and she grabbed his weapon in mid-air as he fell. She walked on, sensing Mirelle through the force. She realized that she could've killed that guard, but then, she hadn't needed to. The damn jedi had made her soft. She felt a knot twist itself in her stomach, and her worry over him increased. She needed to find him. She rounded another corner, and the two guards at the doors never heard the stun blasts. She opened the doors, and saw Mirelle sitting on the floor, tied and gagged. She went to her, and untied her, taking the gag off as she did so. "Are you all right?" she asked.
Mirelle burst into tears, hugging her mother, and trembling violently. "Mom, something's wrong, we have to find him. Something's really wrong," she sobbed.
Mara held her, stroking her fair hair. "We will, I promise," she said. She helped Mirelle to her feet, and wiped her eyes. "Come on," she said, taking her daughter's hand, and leading her from the room.
A/N
In response to some questions of whether or not mages exist in the Star Wars universe, they don't, or don't yet. We'll see what some authors come up with. In my story, they came from a different galaxy, and now that I think about it, I probably should've made that fact more clear. Forgive me? Thanks again, so much for reviewing and reading, Meara
Luke was led to a dark room, with only a torch burning in a pot for light, and sat in a chair. His wrists were clamped to the arms of the chair with black steel bands, which sent a jolt of pain through him each time he tried to use the force to free them. Before him sat Salen, a grin on his pale, mad face. "You know, you'll be dead soon, and your child will be mine," he said calmly, his violet eyes glittering in the torchlight.
Luke reached for that centered calm inside him, found it, and sighed. "I may be dead, but you'll never have Mirelle," he said.
Salen laughed softly. "You think your woman will find her?" he asked.
"She's not my woman, and yes, she will find her. Why have you brought me here?" Luke asked.
Salen leaned back in his chair, and Luke was suddenly reminded of Han. "I was thinking long ago of the best way to torture a jedi, and I finally found a way," he said. He lifted a hand, palm up and waved it in the air. Suddenly Luke saw in his mind, the first Death Star destroy Leia's home, her watching all the while. He felt her heart wrenching pain, and felt the pain of all the souls below on the planet. The image then changed to her being tortured by vader in her detention cell. He saw the black clad figure towering over her, the small woman in white. Suddenly, the images were gone, and Salen's face was back. "Did you find that enjoyable?" he asked, laughing softly. Luke couldn't answer. He was gasping for air, and trying to fight back the cold, which wanted to seep into him. It felt as if he'd been dunked in icy water and had only now been pulled out. "I'm glad, I hope you enjoy more," Salen said, and suddenly the images were back again. Luke saw Han's brave face as he was lowered into the carbonite pit, heard Chewie's cry of rage and pain. He saw His mother's face as he was taken from her, heard her quiet sobs and his own cries. He heard the desperate communications of Renegade flight as they were cut to pieces over Dara Four. He felt the fear of the pilots as they watched lasers slice their comrades to bits before their eyes. He saw thousands of jedi killed, cut down by lightsabers. He heard people crying, saw mother's grab children up with frightened hands, and all the while that cold feeling grew worse and worse. He clenched his teeth together to keep from screaming, but the horrible images kept coming. He saw the Emperor kneeling before a small child, and with a gasp, he realized it was Mara. She was small, but still lovely, and she looked at the man with open curiosity. He offered a thin, white hand to her, and she put her small hand in his. His narreled fingers curled around hers, and his twisted face split in a dark smile. "It's time to go now my child," he coxed, his cracked voice a whisper.
"No!" a woman cried from behind Mara. Luke could see Mara's parents, backed into a corner. The man held a woman tightly to him, and they were both crying. "But, that's my baby," the woman sobbed.
"Shh, I know," he said, tears streaming down his face.
Luke knew they were too wrapped up to notice the blasters leveled at their heads, and he knew neither heard the final shots. "No, leave her be," he growled, as the Emperor led Mara away. He could feel the dark side of the force seeping into him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He saw his aunt and uncle, their chard, smoking remains, and the burned out house. "No," he gasped, shaking all over.
Salen was laughing wildly now, and he stood, raising both hands towards the stricken jedi. "Now, I will show you my pain, and nothing can ever, ever bring you back!" he shrieked, and Luke lost the tenuous grip he'd had on the light. He felt his consciousness plummet into cold, black nothingness, and he was gone.
Mara gasped, leaning against a wall for support, and feeling as if she'd just had the wind knocked out of her. Something had just happened to Skywalker, and she had to get back to him, but she had to find Mirelle first. She peeked around the corner, and saw a guard leaning casually against a doorframe, twirling a blaster in his hands. She wondered again as she crept forward why this place wasn't as heavily guarded as she'd expected. She thought then of Salen's mad eyes, and theorized that he probably couldn't manage an attack on three jedi masters let alone the new republic. He needed a dark jedi to help him do it, and that was why he'd needed Mirelle. He was crafty, she had to give him that much. She silently drew her blaster from its holster and struck the guard in the back of the head. He went down like a stone and she grabbed his weapon in mid-air as he fell. She walked on, sensing Mirelle through the force. She realized that she could've killed that guard, but then, she hadn't needed to. The damn jedi had made her soft. She felt a knot twist itself in her stomach, and her worry over him increased. She needed to find him. She rounded another corner, and the two guards at the doors never heard the stun blasts. She opened the doors, and saw Mirelle sitting on the floor, tied and gagged. She went to her, and untied her, taking the gag off as she did so. "Are you all right?" she asked.
Mirelle burst into tears, hugging her mother, and trembling violently. "Mom, something's wrong, we have to find him. Something's really wrong," she sobbed.
Mara held her, stroking her fair hair. "We will, I promise," she said. She helped Mirelle to her feet, and wiped her eyes. "Come on," she said, taking her daughter's hand, and leading her from the room.
A/N
In response to some questions of whether or not mages exist in the Star Wars universe, they don't, or don't yet. We'll see what some authors come up with. In my story, they came from a different galaxy, and now that I think about it, I probably should've made that fact more clear. Forgive me? Thanks again, so much for reviewing and reading, Meara