Judgment
of a path: Observer's reckoning
Chapter: 2
Darkness enveloped the Observer Jedi and only a black nothingness was there to greet her. The battered Jedi, Vonta Horn was hurt. The battle with Chikama and his ally had left her drained and perhaps fatally injured. She could not ponder that now, that or the people that she left behind. She winced internally at the fact that all those that were present in the city would shortly be dead.
Regardless of her emotions, she could only concern herself with what had happened now, in the present moment, even if it pained her to do so.
Did Chikama finally do me in? She thought to herself.
Am I dead? It was the one thought that concerned her at that moment. The last thing that she remembered was...
What was it... She tried to recall but there was a cloud over her mind, did a light saber or stray disrupter bolt end my life?
That would indeed explain it. She analyzed the situation in her own way, deciphering the answer with a likely hypothesis in her mind.
A disrupter bolt would have vaporized everything in its path, disintegrating any matter at to the molecular level.
No, if it caught me it could have vaporized the entirety of my body. The force energies would have been set free from my body and I would be one with the force. She concluded.
She
continued her inner dialogue; But this cannot be the force. The
force is filled with life. All my experiences tell me this. With
every use of the force I can feel the life of all things around me
that make up the force. This...this...place, if it truly was a place
as I know it in a matter anti matter universe, was a void, with
nothing within it. It cannot be the force because of the absence of
life energies. Then what...
Her thoughts slowed and dwindled as she recalled the foreign energy that she felt in the underwater, Gungan city. She recalled the glimmer of her body as she felt herself being taken by some unidentified foe.
Why? Why would anyone do such a thing? Then it dawns on her with a single thought. Krath.
The dark force beings that were gathering a cult of force users to work their evil through.
The Krath lived in the force. Vonta theorized that they were sentient manifestations of the force when it was used by darksiders. They were dark force entities that lived to corrupt force sensitive beings into doing their bidding. In the cult of the, Krath most members were acting as brainwashed servants that became the hands and feet of the krath in this dimension. Recently the cult had started a campaign of terrorism, using explosives to cause havok at key places. Force sensitive individuals were used as pawns in their sick game. With their particular powers they could make a force sensitive being into one of their disciples. They had almost succeeded in taking Vonta. Who avoided becoming a Krath, and a fall to the darkside of the force that would have entailed, by a hairs breath.
The memory of that encounter was foggy but the emotions she felt were vividly seared in her mind.
"Krath cannot, they will not have me!" She screamed out loud.
At least she tried to speak. She found that she could not make a sound. She tried again.
No sound escaped her lips. In fact, she could not tell if she was moving her lips at all. She tried to move her arms closely followed by the rest of her body.
She could not move at all! Not one centimeter!
What is happening! What manner of force power is this! She screamed in her mind in the absence of a vocal outlet.
This oblivion held her body in stasis yet allowed her mind to roam free. Wherever she was going she was going; be it to another place or to her death, she would have to ride this particular conveyance to its end.