A Failure's Tale - Chapter Seven
Salvation of a soul
I walked down the quiet, dark streets of Coruscant as I examined the mark on my arm. It wasn't a deep cut but it was certainly enough to disturb me. What the hell did Maria mean by "marked"? I figured out that whatever it was, it certainly wasn't good. A man didn't have to fully understand a woman to know that the look in her eyes was one of hate. I think I hurt her pride. It was all enough however to send me in the direction of my all time favourite Mandalorian, Canderous.
"Canderous are you there old guy?" I asked through the other side of the door. I heard some cruel laughter on the other side and suddenly the door opened. I entered.
"I told you that you would be back." Canderous said in his rough and gritty voice. I nodded in his direction. I held my arm out towards him, rolling up my sleeve so that he could get a closer look.
"Any idea what being marked means?" I asked him. Canderous laughed and walked towards me as he grasped my wrist tightly and examined my arm. He twisted it roughly, probably on purpose.
"Yep. And it doesn't mean she's going to hop into bed with you if that's what you're hoping for." He told me, I raised my eyebrow.
"She? So you know her?" I enquired to Canderous as I pulled my arm away from him, quietly rolling my sleeve back down. He nodded at me.
"Maria Mortis. Only Maria would do that to someone she takes an extreme dislike to. So with you being an offworlder and all, I see you've already had time to introduce yourself to the locals. It's just so hard to believe that you bumped into her first.." His voice trailed off slowly as he seemed to be thinking of something long and hard. I shrugged and sighed.
"So I'm a walking dead man?" I asked Canderous, he nodded.
"And knowing Maria... And how deadly she is.. She's going to want to beat it out of you first with a couple of thugs before taking you down personally." Canderous told me. Sure, it got to me a bit. But what was the point? Apparently I was a walking dead man now and we all had to die someday.
I was about to leave when Canderous told me to stop. I turned around. "Yes?" I asked him.
"Revan.. Well.. About Revan.." Canderous said to me. I raised my eyebrow. "Since you're not going to be living terribly long.. Heh heh. Have you considered visiting the Jedi Temple? Maybe if you pray for her.. Maybe you'll see her ghost.. At least, that's some bantha crap the Jedi's believe in." He told me. It never occured to me before to try that.
I've never been an incredibly "religious" man if you could blaspheme the Force by calling it that. But if it was for Revan then maybe I could pray for salvation of her soul. I headed towards the door but I stopped. I turned around.
"Canderous? Thankyou. You've been more help than I originally imagined." I said, I carried on out of the door and into the night filled streets of Coruscant.
***
I entered the Jedi Temple. I'd walked there quite fast and all the way there I could have sworn I was being watched but I ignored it.
I kneeled down and closed my eyes. I began to pray softly.
"May the force bring salvation to a torn soul."
"The soul being Revan."
"She may have done cruel and vicious things but I wish her soul to be at peace now."
"If you wish to show yourself to me Revan."
"Please.. Please do."
I opened my eyes. No one there. I closed my eyes again with a soft shudder and sigh. Their was something creepy and ominous about the Jedi Temple.
"Please show yourself Revan.."
I opened my eyes.
A figure dressed in black was standing but a few feet from my face.
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Cliffhanger .. YAY...
Vivid Scripts & Shadow39: Shh... All will be revealed :).
Salvation of a soul
I walked down the quiet, dark streets of Coruscant as I examined the mark on my arm. It wasn't a deep cut but it was certainly enough to disturb me. What the hell did Maria mean by "marked"? I figured out that whatever it was, it certainly wasn't good. A man didn't have to fully understand a woman to know that the look in her eyes was one of hate. I think I hurt her pride. It was all enough however to send me in the direction of my all time favourite Mandalorian, Canderous.
"Canderous are you there old guy?" I asked through the other side of the door. I heard some cruel laughter on the other side and suddenly the door opened. I entered.
"I told you that you would be back." Canderous said in his rough and gritty voice. I nodded in his direction. I held my arm out towards him, rolling up my sleeve so that he could get a closer look.
"Any idea what being marked means?" I asked him. Canderous laughed and walked towards me as he grasped my wrist tightly and examined my arm. He twisted it roughly, probably on purpose.
"Yep. And it doesn't mean she's going to hop into bed with you if that's what you're hoping for." He told me, I raised my eyebrow.
"She? So you know her?" I enquired to Canderous as I pulled my arm away from him, quietly rolling my sleeve back down. He nodded at me.
"Maria Mortis. Only Maria would do that to someone she takes an extreme dislike to. So with you being an offworlder and all, I see you've already had time to introduce yourself to the locals. It's just so hard to believe that you bumped into her first.." His voice trailed off slowly as he seemed to be thinking of something long and hard. I shrugged and sighed.
"So I'm a walking dead man?" I asked Canderous, he nodded.
"And knowing Maria... And how deadly she is.. She's going to want to beat it out of you first with a couple of thugs before taking you down personally." Canderous told me. Sure, it got to me a bit. But what was the point? Apparently I was a walking dead man now and we all had to die someday.
I was about to leave when Canderous told me to stop. I turned around. "Yes?" I asked him.
"Revan.. Well.. About Revan.." Canderous said to me. I raised my eyebrow. "Since you're not going to be living terribly long.. Heh heh. Have you considered visiting the Jedi Temple? Maybe if you pray for her.. Maybe you'll see her ghost.. At least, that's some bantha crap the Jedi's believe in." He told me. It never occured to me before to try that.
I've never been an incredibly "religious" man if you could blaspheme the Force by calling it that. But if it was for Revan then maybe I could pray for salvation of her soul. I headed towards the door but I stopped. I turned around.
"Canderous? Thankyou. You've been more help than I originally imagined." I said, I carried on out of the door and into the night filled streets of Coruscant.
***
I entered the Jedi Temple. I'd walked there quite fast and all the way there I could have sworn I was being watched but I ignored it.
I kneeled down and closed my eyes. I began to pray softly.
"May the force bring salvation to a torn soul."
"The soul being Revan."
"She may have done cruel and vicious things but I wish her soul to be at peace now."
"If you wish to show yourself to me Revan."
"Please.. Please do."
I opened my eyes. No one there. I closed my eyes again with a soft shudder and sigh. Their was something creepy and ominous about the Jedi Temple.
"Please show yourself Revan.."
I opened my eyes.
A figure dressed in black was standing but a few feet from my face.
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Cliffhanger .. YAY...
Vivid Scripts & Shadow39: Shh... All will be revealed :).