Hey, here's chapter 6, where thing's will turn a lot. Enjoy!
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This story will get more action, and I will try to add more detail.
Chapter 6: The Acceptance
Jacob held the door with all of his strength. He was frantic, knowing that he could not escape the sith on the other side. He looked around to see where this door had taken him. The room was bright and candlelit. Long tables were lined up in the center, with empty bowls, plates, and silverware. This was a hall where the sith ate. And it was unlucky Jacob went inside of this room, because there was no other way out.
"Couldn't we just cover the entrance with chairs and stuff?" Fantha said hopefully.
"All those sith could rip it down like paper. We can't block this doorway, we need to escape, or hide.
Jacob kept looking around, but couldn't find anywhere he could do. The sith started banging on the door.
"It's useless! We have to fight!" Jacob and Fantha stepped back and raised their blaster pistols.
The door flew off of it's hinges. The sith poured into the room. The blasters were useless against them, so they threw them aside. They had no way of fighting; their fire was blocked by the force and they had no swords. All Jacob had was the force.
"Hold 'em off!" Jacob yelled as he ran to the other side of the room. Fantha looked around, and spotted the chairs. He picked one up.
He slammed it into a sith's head, sending him flying backward into another sith. Fantha threw the chair at him again, crushing his head. He picked up more chairs and whacked the sith with them. Jacob raised both arms and aimed at the ceiling. He knelt down and closed his eyes.
"Master, new reports from the sith upstairs." Blaizen stood before Master Vigor, smiling. "They say they have them cornered in the dining hall, and are almost at victory. The soldiers have no weapons. Vigor looked at Blaizen suddenly.
"No, my young apprentice. They have a strong weapon. They will win this fight, but there are surprises left. Gorgan will capture them, and I will deal with them myself..."
Blaizen hesitantly bowed, confused, and left the room. Vigor laughed hysterically.
Jacob was concentrating hard. All sound was blocked out from his mind. He had no idea what was happening around him. He concentrated on a distant hum, getting closer and closer. He called upon the force. It finally came. It poured out of his fingers and onto the ceiling. The ceiling cracked.
"Fantha!" He yelled, but Fantha was already running. He jumped out of the way in time before the ceiling collapsed. The sith were crushed.
Gorgan stood in the dusty sand, right in front of the small republic ship. He went inside to look around. It was strange to him, all this technology. He went into the back and opened a locker. He pulled out a blaster. He inspected it at first, then slipped it into his cloak pocket. He went over to the cockpit. He stared at the computers, and buttons that he didn't understand. This could finally be his way off this rock. He will escape soon. But first he had a job.
Jacob and Fantha climbed on the pieces of the caved in ceiling and reached the top where the ceiling should be. They climbed out and looked down. It was a pretty long way down. Jacob carefully lowered himself as far as he could. It was too far to jump. He shimmied along until he found a window. He kicked it in and entered, Fantha following. It was a room with comfortable chairs, obviously used for lounging. The windows were decorated with curtains. Long, thick, strong sturdy curtains.
Jacob ripped the curtains off of the window and tied it to a chair leg. Then he pushed it out the window. It fell down far, but didn't quite touch the ground. It was far enough though.
Jacob climbed out the window carefully lowered himself down. Fantha was right behind him. At the bottom, Jacob let go and fell. Jacob landed on his back, but Fantha landed on his feet.
"You ok? Fantha asked.
"I'm fine, let's get to the ship." Behind him Jacob saw the tombs again. They were large and rectangular, getting deeper into the ground. The entrances each had a different marking, and there was about six of them. Jacob walked straight toward them.
"Woah, Jacob wait!" Fantha caught up to him.
Jacob reached the entrance to the closest tomb and gently felt the marking. It seemed to be some sort of sith letter. He stopped and suddenly tried to pry the door open. The small door slid in sideways, and lead to a narrow passage. It was dark and dusty, and cobwebs hung from the ceiling. Jacob cautiously took a step in. He suddenly felt heavier, like something was weighing him down. He kept walking. Fantha stood at the entrance, looking inside frightfully.
"Come on, Fantha," Jacob said, and motioned for him to follow. Fantha hesitated, and looked back at the temple. He ran inside.
This passageway seemed endless. It seemed like they were walking for an hour. Jacob kept wearily progressing, and Fantha walked slowly, cringing. Finally the passageway turned into a catwalk, above a deep pit. Beyond was a door.
This door was large, and went all the way up to the ceiling. It had double doors, with fancy doorknobs shaped like sword hilts. On each door was a marking, the same as the one outside. Jacob approached it. He had trouble walking, because it seemed like gravity was getting more powerful.
Jacob put his hand on the knob, ready to open. He turned it, and looked at Fantha. He was looking straight at his hand, ready for the doors to open and for a dragon to come out and eat him up.
"You wanna stay here?" Jacob asked before opening the door.
"Well," Fantha looked around into the darkness, staring at the cobwebs and a severed arm he noticed caught in the catwalk, "I think I'll come along."
Jacob opened the door. Inside was no dragon, but a sarcophagus. The room was small and round, and had a treasure chest in the back. Jacob walked over to it and tried to open it.
"Jacob, careful, it might be booby trapped," Fantha squeaked.
Jacob kept twisting it. Finally, he took his blaster out and aimed at it. He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. Jacob looked at the broken pistol, and saw smoke coming out from it. A few sparks soared out, and the tip burst into flames. Jacob dropped it, and as soon as it hit the ground, the fire went out.
"Time to go," Jacob said, worriedly. He quickly turned, ready to run, when the he saw the sarcophagus opened. Jacob looked around. He looked behind him. When he turned his head back around, a man was standing there.
The man's body was rotting and decaying. Half of his face was missing, showing his blackened skull. He wore ripped and tattered cloths. He was dead.
"Who are you? Trying to steal my scroll? It won't be safe with you, Blaizen!
Jacob was confused. Why did this creature call him Blaizen? Jacob was now curious about what was in the box.
"I am not Blaizen! Blaizen is the sith apprentice of Vigor!"
"The scroll won't be safe with any sith!" His voice sounded like the force sounded to him: as if it was coming from no where. But it also seemed as if he was being tortured.
"I'm not a sith, I'm a republic soldier from Manaan."
"Hmm..." He inspected Jacob thoroughly. "You don't look like a sith, and you didn't call Vigor Master...But the force is strong in you. I believe you. What do you want here?"
"Well I have a few questions now," Jacob said, "Why did you think Blaizen would come here?"
"The scroll in that chest is very valuable, and holds knowledge that if was placed in the wrong hands can be dangerous to the force."
Jacob thought about this. The force seemed evil to him, and he thought it should be destroyed. He needed that scroll.
"So you'll never give that scroll to anyone?" Jacob knew there must be some way.
"Well, I will give it to you...But you have to prove yourself in the force first. A fight against me will prove it. But you must use the other side of the force, not what those sith teach. Use the stronger side." The ghost seemed sad when he said the last words. Jacob was confused about what this man said.
"Other side? What do you mean other side? I have no clue what you're talking about." Jacob was interested, mostly since the ghost said 'the stronger side.'
"If you don't know what it is, then you are not worthy of the scroll. Return to me when you are wise enough, and know of the other side. The side that takes away pain." The ghost was partially angry, and he walked back into the coffin, laid down, and closed the sarcophagus so gently that it made no sound. Jacob stared for a moment, trying to decide if he should open it back up and bother him with more questions. He thought better of it and walked out of the room, following Fantha.
"Other side? What does he mean?" Fantha had a puzzled face.
"I don't know...he said the side that could take away pain. So far, all I've seen of the force is pain and destruction, nothing that can help someone." When he said that, he stopped walking. Fantha turned around and waited for a second. Jacob thought he knew something. "Hey, Fantha. I'm not sure if this is what he meant, but when I was talking to Vigor, and told him I didn't want to learn the force from him, he destroyed the entire room. He recked it, and the ceiling even fell. But then he put it all back together. It was like he was healing the room. The room didn't even have a scratch or crack. If it's possible to do that to people, then it would-"
"Take away pain?" Fantha finished his sentence.
"Yeah. Maybe it's nothing though. Let's go, and if we find out more, we'll return." Jacob and Fantha continued to cross the creaking, unstable catwalk. Behind them, the ghost watched in the shadows, and they did not notice him there. He smiled warmly as he watched them. He thought 'Hope at last.'
Jacob and Fantha were outside again, Fantha sliding the door back in place. More noise came from the temple. It seemed the sith were searching for them. Jacob laughed at their stupidity; none of them would think to look outside.
Jacob looked around. He didn't know where his small republic ship was. He needed it to escape, but he didn't know which way to go, since they were both unconscious when Vigor brought them to the temple.
When Fantha had the door back in place, they both made their way around the walls of their building, being cautious to stay far from it. The temple looked the same as the inside: black and dark. It was made entirely out of black stone, shaped like a triangular prism, with some windows here and there. Jacob started running. When they rounded the corner, they came to the main entrance. It had a large stairway leading up to to big red double doors, with doorknobs shaped like sword hilts. On each side of the door was a large statue. On statue was a man that Jacob had never seen, though he looked familiar. The other statue, on the left, was a cruel, dark looking man, recognized as Vigor. Jacob guessed here they built statues of their leaders.
Out front, again, were more tombs. Jacob shaded his eyes and looked off into the distance.
"There," Fantha said, pointing a little left of the tombs, "I see it, off in the distance.
"Yeah, I see it." Jacob and Fantha were relieved. They started walking, but were soon running, so happy to finally be escaping this planet.
The ship was far and it took some time to reach it, but as they finally did, they stopped. Fantha fell on the ground, kneeling, staring at the ship like the sith stared at it when they first arrived.
"Finally!" Fantha said, getting up. "We're leaving! And the republic can deal with these bantha fodder!" Fantha stepped up to the ship. "The force...what a load o' shit! If their force is so strong, then why haven't they caught us?" Fantha reached for the ship's door and opened it. He sighed and entered the ship.
A split second later, he backed out, slowly, frightened. He stepped away, and Jacob noticed he had a sword at his neck.
Jacob's hopes were down in an instant. It lowered even more as the man stepped out of the ship, followed by a dozen sith soldiers. They were all armed.
"So, you really thought you were leaving? I thought we were having fun! Come, give us another chance- we'll entertain you!" The man hit Fantha in the face with the flat of his sword.
"Back off!" Jacob said. Fantha was on the ground, quickly getting up and backing away from the sith man.
"Back off! You pathetic fool! Do not speak to me like that! Show respect! I can command thousands of sith to instantly attack you, and they will massacre you both!" The man shook his sword while he talked.
"What makes you so special? You're just another sith!" Jacob's words made the man very angry.
"Just a sith! Not every sith is as close with Master Vigor as me! Not everyone is Gorgan, the nephew of Master Vigor himself! Jacob was suddenly fearful: if this was Vigor's family, he might be as strong as he is in the force. Vigor can defeat Jacob in a second. Jacob didn't even have a weapon. Except for one. Except for the force.
Jacob raised his hand and pushed with the force at Gorgan in an attempt to knock him down. Gorgan's robes seemed to blow in wind, but he didn't budge an atom. He started laughing.
"You know, I don't even have to fight you," he said, " I can wait here as long as I want, not moving, while you attempt to push me back an inch, waiting for Vigor to arrive. But I have orders. I must respect my master's-and uncle's- wishes. He raised his sword close to his face, and turned it to the sharp edge was facing toward Fantha. He raised and dropped, and in seconds he was on his knees, with Gorgan's sword through his stomach.
Jacob didn't notice what happened. He only saw a blur as Gorgan's sword slices the air. But he looked at Fantha, his friend for many years, and time seemed to slow down. Fantha was bleeding badly. His shirt was dark red, and blood dripped from his mouth. Jacob suddenly felt a connection with his friend, and he felt his pain. He felt the life in Fantha draining.
At last, Fantha was on the ground, still and pale, and stiff. His face was frozen in shock and fear. Jacob fell to his knees, and crawled over to Fantha. He felt his wound, and pulled the sword out. He said his name, but there was no answer. Jacob wasn't crying, he just had a straight face, denying what had happened. Jacob touched the wound again.
He need to know about the other side of the force...now. The stronger side, the side that takes away pain. Jacob tried to call on the force again, but it seemed as if it was gone.
Time passed faster. It seemed like in seconds, Vigor was approaching him. The sith master bent down and held his hand out.
"Jacob...I know you feel great pain. But you must come with me. You must learn the force. I can teach you many things...even how to stop death. Come with me and live up to your potential- your fate, and destiny- and become powerful in the force.
Jacob caught the words and held them for minutes. They slowly entered his mind. Jacob stared at Vigor's outstretched hand.
He took it.
Vigor and Jacob walked slowly, side by side, followed by the sith dragging Fantha's corpse. They all walked off towards the temple.
"You must first prove yourself by surviving Crystal Caves," Vigor said.
There you go. In my opinion, best chapter yet. Please review, and the next chapter will be up soon. (Jacob will soon get a lightsaber.)