Oblivion Ch.9
(AN: AHHHH!!! CH.9!!! I don't own Star Wars and if I did, Tenel Ka would rule the universe, Jaina and Kyp would get married, Jacen and Tahiri would get married, and Luke and Han would DIE!!! Not to mention Ani/Padme fics would be long since outlawed from being in existence. Plus, Darth Maul would be alive and would kill Mace Windu. Not to mention, Yoda would still be alive. Plus, Siri and Obi-Wan would be married...ooooohhh! And, Anakin would be played by Heath Ledger!!!! Come on! Review me if you agree! I've decided to add another sub plot, because Tahiri never actually seemed to solve her problem.)
Tahiri Veila screamed. Pain ripped through her body in waves of torment. Blood poured out of the open wound in her heart. Above her stood a strange face. He had finally defeated the Vong.
Through her slowly fading vision, she saw a tall man carrying an emerald lightsaber. His face was hardened with many years of war and his hair was dripping with sweat. He had a beard, making him look older than his actual age. Tahiri squinted...
There was something oddly familiar about this man.
He sneered, dipping his blade through her stomach. She barely noticed, as her life slipped away...
Tahiri screamed again, and found herself in her own bed. Sweat beaded across her body and her blankets were in tangles around her legs. She panted, tucking strands of curly blonde hair behind her ears.
It had just been a dream. But, for some reason, it further twisted a deep pain in her heart.
She closed her eyes and slumped back down. The whole reason she had stayed on Zonama Sekot was to bring absolute unity between her and her Vong side. When the two had combined it had created one person...
One person with conflicting emotions about everything, that is.
Tahiri had stayed on the living planet to bring an end to the emotions that were the old Tahiri's and the ones that were Riina's.
But, as soon as she stepped back onto Yavin four, the raging battle inside her came back to life. She breathed in. In the nightmare, she had been a Yuzhan Vong. However, everything in her screamed that she was a Jedi.
For some reason, she herself would not allow the two sides to stay unified.
Tahiri, in frustration, screamed out a Vong curse in her head with a strange echo in Basic. She immediately regretted it.
Every Jedi in the whole Academy awoke in confusion. Tahiri felt many worried presences who knew it was her. She sighed as footsteps rang through the hall.
'Here we go again,' she thought.
"Tahiri? Are you okay?" A male voice came from outside her door. The blonde haired girl sighed.
"Yes. Sorry about that, Master Horn." She leaned back on her bed, hoping he would go away. The last thing she needed right now was the whole Academy thinking she was yet again a schizophrenic freak.
Tahiri almost smirked when she felt his irked emotion at her blatant lie. However, Corran knew his student all too well. She wasn't going to tell him.
"You are going to tell me in the morning, Veila."
"Go back to bed, Master." She sighed in relief as he left.
"Tahiri?" A male voice came again, tiredly.
"What now?" She almost screamed in reply. Her door slid open. Tahiri sat up. Corran just didn't give up.
She was surprised to find Jacen Solo standing there instead. The door slid shut behind him. Without a word he came and sat on the side of her bed.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Do you find any relevance that we both cried out at the same time?"
Tahiri eyed him oddly. The room was almost pitch black. She could make out the shape of his face, appearing more tired than she had ever seen him. He was shirtless, and she noticed that his skin was much paler than she had remembered it being. He had dark circle of unrest under his eyes.
"What do you mean?" She whispered.
"I had a nightmare and yelled out after I woke up. At the same time I heard you cry out in Vong. What happened?" Jacen looked at her, his brown eyes seeming black to her in the darkness.
"I had a nightmare too. A Jedi killed me." She stated plainly, feeling a wave of horror rush over her. The Jedi...
Now she knew why he looked so familiar. Jacen Solo had killed her in the dream.
"Yes. It was opposite for me. I killed you." Jacen looked down between his feet, avoiding her alarmed gaze. "I suppose there is significance to it. It could be a vision of the future..."
Tahiri shivered. She suddenly wished he wasn't here. There had been an evil in her attacker's eyes, an evil only felt through pure hatred. Tahiri desperately searched for an answer.
"It could be because we are both in distress about Jaina." Tahiri whispered, feeling a pain shake through her as she spoke of her best friend. She looked up at Jacen.
His shoulders shook. He was crying. Tahiri reached over and hugged him. He returned her embrace, his tears pouring on her neck.
"I feel like this is my fault. I should of known. I should have stopped her from leaving. I'm so afraid she's dead and that I'm holding on to my own denial. And then I had this dream. It was like I was killing my sister. I don't want to hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you."
He wept greatly, and Tahiri felt tears welling up in her eyes as well. She held him tightly and wondered where Jaina could be.
Danni Quee slept fitfully, even though she was curled up in her lab chair. She had been in here for the whole day, ever since Jacen had asked her to help.
Indeed, the leaves had been coated with a fine black dust. The violet luminescence of the dust had faded earlier that day. She had struggled ever since to find what the dust was made of. Nothing had happened.
It was late when she fell asleep, dropping her chemical measurer in the pile of dust.
Danni Quee had slept fitfully, that was, until a great flash of light woke her up. The Force was rocked with three screams at once. It was so loud that even Danni was shaken by it.
Her eyes flashed open.
The dust before her glowed brightly with a purple light.
Her measurer was gone.
Danni looked around frantically for the tool. It wasn't in sight. Danni gasped in surprise. The dust had come from the ground where Jaina had last been...
The three screams. It had sounded like Tahiri, as was made apparent by the Vong and Jacen...and Jaina.
The scientist rose to her feet, an alarming theory in her head.
In the past...
Jaina screamed. The short warrior drew back his staff and hit her again. She now had a ghastly open wound on her side.
The warrior had decided to beat her to prevent escape. He had also beaten Kenobi, seeing as he was the only one to survive the previous day's battle.
They had long since traveled to the main camp. At the edge the foursome had been blindfolded and tied to posts.
Jaina did not know where she was, but she knew it was the short one who was beating her. He had explained in Basic that they were not to escape because they were to be sacrificed to the chief that night.
Jaina cried out once more as he hit her again. Then, her blindfold came off.
The three warriors around her backed away. She winced, blood dripping from her side. She looked to her left and gasped. Obi-Wan had only screamed once when he had been beaten.
The second hit had knocked him unconscious. His shoulder wound was open again and his side was bleeding.
She felt out through the Force. He was dying.
Anger welled up inside her. He was supposed to be a war hero. He wasn't going to die. He couldn't. Jaina bit her lip. Anger welled up inside her. This was no nightmare.
The leaves on the forest ground whirled around her. Every warrior around her turned.
Her lightsaber and Kenobi's were tied to the short warrior's belt. They flew off and ignited.
The ground exploded under the huts of the camp, and they sunk into the earth.
The women screamed, as did the children. The warriors turned in all directions trying to find the foe that they faced. However, it was an undefeatable foe.
Her hatred.
(AN:AHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA! Cliffie! Sorry it took so long...read an review! No flames!)
(AN: AHHHH!!! CH.9!!! I don't own Star Wars and if I did, Tenel Ka would rule the universe, Jaina and Kyp would get married, Jacen and Tahiri would get married, and Luke and Han would DIE!!! Not to mention Ani/Padme fics would be long since outlawed from being in existence. Plus, Darth Maul would be alive and would kill Mace Windu. Not to mention, Yoda would still be alive. Plus, Siri and Obi-Wan would be married...ooooohhh! And, Anakin would be played by Heath Ledger!!!! Come on! Review me if you agree! I've decided to add another sub plot, because Tahiri never actually seemed to solve her problem.)
Tahiri Veila screamed. Pain ripped through her body in waves of torment. Blood poured out of the open wound in her heart. Above her stood a strange face. He had finally defeated the Vong.
Through her slowly fading vision, she saw a tall man carrying an emerald lightsaber. His face was hardened with many years of war and his hair was dripping with sweat. He had a beard, making him look older than his actual age. Tahiri squinted...
There was something oddly familiar about this man.
He sneered, dipping his blade through her stomach. She barely noticed, as her life slipped away...
Tahiri screamed again, and found herself in her own bed. Sweat beaded across her body and her blankets were in tangles around her legs. She panted, tucking strands of curly blonde hair behind her ears.
It had just been a dream. But, for some reason, it further twisted a deep pain in her heart.
She closed her eyes and slumped back down. The whole reason she had stayed on Zonama Sekot was to bring absolute unity between her and her Vong side. When the two had combined it had created one person...
One person with conflicting emotions about everything, that is.
Tahiri had stayed on the living planet to bring an end to the emotions that were the old Tahiri's and the ones that were Riina's.
But, as soon as she stepped back onto Yavin four, the raging battle inside her came back to life. She breathed in. In the nightmare, she had been a Yuzhan Vong. However, everything in her screamed that she was a Jedi.
For some reason, she herself would not allow the two sides to stay unified.
Tahiri, in frustration, screamed out a Vong curse in her head with a strange echo in Basic. She immediately regretted it.
Every Jedi in the whole Academy awoke in confusion. Tahiri felt many worried presences who knew it was her. She sighed as footsteps rang through the hall.
'Here we go again,' she thought.
"Tahiri? Are you okay?" A male voice came from outside her door. The blonde haired girl sighed.
"Yes. Sorry about that, Master Horn." She leaned back on her bed, hoping he would go away. The last thing she needed right now was the whole Academy thinking she was yet again a schizophrenic freak.
Tahiri almost smirked when she felt his irked emotion at her blatant lie. However, Corran knew his student all too well. She wasn't going to tell him.
"You are going to tell me in the morning, Veila."
"Go back to bed, Master." She sighed in relief as he left.
"Tahiri?" A male voice came again, tiredly.
"What now?" She almost screamed in reply. Her door slid open. Tahiri sat up. Corran just didn't give up.
She was surprised to find Jacen Solo standing there instead. The door slid shut behind him. Without a word he came and sat on the side of her bed.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Do you find any relevance that we both cried out at the same time?"
Tahiri eyed him oddly. The room was almost pitch black. She could make out the shape of his face, appearing more tired than she had ever seen him. He was shirtless, and she noticed that his skin was much paler than she had remembered it being. He had dark circle of unrest under his eyes.
"What do you mean?" She whispered.
"I had a nightmare and yelled out after I woke up. At the same time I heard you cry out in Vong. What happened?" Jacen looked at her, his brown eyes seeming black to her in the darkness.
"I had a nightmare too. A Jedi killed me." She stated plainly, feeling a wave of horror rush over her. The Jedi...
Now she knew why he looked so familiar. Jacen Solo had killed her in the dream.
"Yes. It was opposite for me. I killed you." Jacen looked down between his feet, avoiding her alarmed gaze. "I suppose there is significance to it. It could be a vision of the future..."
Tahiri shivered. She suddenly wished he wasn't here. There had been an evil in her attacker's eyes, an evil only felt through pure hatred. Tahiri desperately searched for an answer.
"It could be because we are both in distress about Jaina." Tahiri whispered, feeling a pain shake through her as she spoke of her best friend. She looked up at Jacen.
His shoulders shook. He was crying. Tahiri reached over and hugged him. He returned her embrace, his tears pouring on her neck.
"I feel like this is my fault. I should of known. I should have stopped her from leaving. I'm so afraid she's dead and that I'm holding on to my own denial. And then I had this dream. It was like I was killing my sister. I don't want to hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you."
He wept greatly, and Tahiri felt tears welling up in her eyes as well. She held him tightly and wondered where Jaina could be.
Danni Quee slept fitfully, even though she was curled up in her lab chair. She had been in here for the whole day, ever since Jacen had asked her to help.
Indeed, the leaves had been coated with a fine black dust. The violet luminescence of the dust had faded earlier that day. She had struggled ever since to find what the dust was made of. Nothing had happened.
It was late when she fell asleep, dropping her chemical measurer in the pile of dust.
Danni Quee had slept fitfully, that was, until a great flash of light woke her up. The Force was rocked with three screams at once. It was so loud that even Danni was shaken by it.
Her eyes flashed open.
The dust before her glowed brightly with a purple light.
Her measurer was gone.
Danni looked around frantically for the tool. It wasn't in sight. Danni gasped in surprise. The dust had come from the ground where Jaina had last been...
The three screams. It had sounded like Tahiri, as was made apparent by the Vong and Jacen...and Jaina.
The scientist rose to her feet, an alarming theory in her head.
In the past...
Jaina screamed. The short warrior drew back his staff and hit her again. She now had a ghastly open wound on her side.
The warrior had decided to beat her to prevent escape. He had also beaten Kenobi, seeing as he was the only one to survive the previous day's battle.
They had long since traveled to the main camp. At the edge the foursome had been blindfolded and tied to posts.
Jaina did not know where she was, but she knew it was the short one who was beating her. He had explained in Basic that they were not to escape because they were to be sacrificed to the chief that night.
Jaina cried out once more as he hit her again. Then, her blindfold came off.
The three warriors around her backed away. She winced, blood dripping from her side. She looked to her left and gasped. Obi-Wan had only screamed once when he had been beaten.
The second hit had knocked him unconscious. His shoulder wound was open again and his side was bleeding.
She felt out through the Force. He was dying.
Anger welled up inside her. He was supposed to be a war hero. He wasn't going to die. He couldn't. Jaina bit her lip. Anger welled up inside her. This was no nightmare.
The leaves on the forest ground whirled around her. Every warrior around her turned.
Her lightsaber and Kenobi's were tied to the short warrior's belt. They flew off and ignited.
The ground exploded under the huts of the camp, and they sunk into the earth.
The women screamed, as did the children. The warriors turned in all directions trying to find the foe that they faced. However, it was an undefeatable foe.
Her hatred.
(AN:AHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA! Cliffie! Sorry it took so long...read an review! No flames!)