Force Survivor
Chapter 7: A more elegant weapon
I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS coughwishididcough
Rasif walked into the night. The lightsaber at his side kept bumping his hip so he unhooked it and carried it in his hand.
"Freeze rebel!" Rasif turned around to come face to face with the business end of a blaster.
"Drop your laser sword jedi." Rasif reacting quickly ignited the blade and cut the blaster in half. He held it across his chest in a defense stance.
"Sithspit I have no idea how to use this." He thought.
"Let me guide you."
"What?"
"Let my presence guide your hand. I will get your through this." Rasif considered Arastor's proposition for a moment.
"Okay."
"This is going to feel cold." He wasn't kidding. A cold presence flooded his body.
"Come on you imperial Nazis!" Rasif's voice was deep and cruel. The remaining two troopers opened fire and Rasif felt his hands guided to block the incoming blasters. One ricocheting into one's faceplate. He darted forward the lightsaber held back. Slicing through the earth he split the trooper from crotch to head leaping into the air as he did. As he came down he brought the saber down onto the last defenseless trooper splitting him as well. He cut the saber off and hooked it onto his belt again. Rasif felt the cold presence leave his body and he became very dizzy.
"Urgh!"
"Don't worry your fine. Just a side affect of my help." Rasif fell onto the grass breathing hard.
"Don't do that anymore."
"Okay. Next time though its up to you."
"Is that really the power of the dark side?"
"Yes. And all that can be yours."
"What of the light?"
"Its weak and pathetic." Rasif stood now his breathing returning to normal. His body felt weaker somehow, almost as if something had eaten away part of his soul.