Andrew looked out into hyperspace as the soft rumbling of the ship made good white noise. "You will die if you go to get her now," the voice told him. "DON'T TELL ME MY LIMITS!" he yelled. "I WILL NOT STAND BY AND HAVE US KILLED BY YOUR ARROGANCE!" The voice shouted back.
The voice somehow partly took control of Andrew's body and used his left arm to force them out of hyperspace and change coordinates. Andrew fought back and grabbed his arm, which he couldn't control. Stopping him from punching them into hyperspace.
Andrew lost the power struggle, and he was sent into hyperspace. "What the hell?!" Andrew roared. "Shut up, child, and understand I am going to prepare you for the battle that lies ahead," the voice told .him
They came out of hyperspace and were orbiting a red world. "Where did you bring me?" he asked. "Somewhere you can let loose." the voice said coldly.
The ship landed on a plateau, and Andrew walked out of the ship. His feet touched the red dirt, and he instantly felt a strong force presence here. He wasn't particularly good at sensing, but it was like trying not to notice a kid screaming in a library. The skies were red, and there was a large boulder at the edge of the plateau.
"Go and stand on top of the boulder." the voice told him. He complied and climbed the boulder.
Once atop it, he looked out and saw a vast red desert. Stretching as far as the eye could see. There was a storm approaching, red lighting striking the red sand, Vitrifiing it.
"What do you want me to do now," he asked flatly as he looked at the coming storm.
"What is it that you seek most?" Andrew continued to look out to the storm. "Power," he told the voice. "Good. Take out your saber," the voice commanded.
Andrew complied and held out his wooden saber. Harsh winds from the storm descended on him. He adjusted his foot placement, for if he didn't, he would've fallen off the rock to his demise.
"Why do you seek power?" Andrew paused for a moment. "To defend myself, but now I need it to protect others as well. I don't want to be weak anymore. I am tired of losing." he said in self-pity.
The storm had arrived, and the howling of the wind came along with harsher winds. Andrew crouched a bit so he wouldn't fall off. "Channel your hatred. Use your anger. Let it burn through you like a raging inferno!" Andrew did just that.
He remembered all the bullying, the rejection, the loneliness, and the longing for a love he could never obtain, but most of all, he remembers the false accusations and the pain he was caused in this world. At first, it brought him happiness to be here, but this world was just as cruel as the last. He squeezed the hilt hard, and his eyes turned gold. Blue electricity crackled from the hilt just as the crimson from above came crashing down all around him.
The lighting from the hilt was beginning to burn his right hand. He screamed in agony. "Focus. Let the pain fuel your rage! That pain is nothing compared to what you have endured. Nothing!" Andrew kept focusing his power on the hilt. And the electricity grew from his hand to his arm. Tearing part of his clothing.
The blue turned to purple. "You let her get taken, you let the one person who believed in you get taken, and you weren't there when she needed you most!" Andrew stiffened at the comment. "THAT'S NOT TRUE!" he yelled. "A Jedi gave you that saber, and how did you thank her? You let her DIE!" Andrew growled. "SHUT UP!"
A pair of glowing red eyes looked at him behind the dark clouds that now surrounded him. "YOU WERE TOSSED ASIDE IN BATTLE BY SOMEONE WHO YOU COULD'VE KILLED! IF YOU WANTED TO, YOU COULD'VE KILLED HIM A LONG TIME AGO, AND THIS COULD HAVE ALL BEEN AVOIDED! IT'S YOUR FAULT SHE'S GONE! IT'S YOUR FAULT JADA IS DEAD!"
"SHUT UP!" Andrew roared. The purple electricity turned red, and his hand burned more than ever. The electricity grew so large it broke off pieces of the boulder he stood on and burned off his jacket and shirt. Scarring his chest. The wooden exterior of the hit charred and turned black. The storm stopped. Andrew was sweating. He glistened under the red light. He didn't realize he had leaned out a bit from his travels. Abs visible and minor definition in most muscle groups.
Andrew was getting his breathing under control. He looked at the hilt and noticed the burn mark on the palm of his right hand. "It is done." the voice said. With that comment, Andrew's legs buckled, and he fell off the rock onto the ground behind him and passed out.
Andrew pried his eyes open to see the red skies once again. He sat up. He felt nauseous and had a splitting headache. "Is this what a hangover feels like?" "You passed your first trial. Now get ready for the second." the voice told him.
"Well, good morning to you, too," he said sarcastically. A black cloud silhouette of a man stood in front of him. He had red glowing eyes. He spoke. "So we can finally see each other." Andrew grabbed his saber. The man put up his hand. "Calm down, child. I am not here to do harm. Yet I remind you every time you use the force, the walls between our minds crumble even further. This is the consequence of bleeding your crystal." Andrew looked down at the blade and ignited it. A crimson blade came from the charred hilt. He swung it a bit before disengaging the blade.
"Now, you must learn to manifest your rage in a different way. Most will use their blades to fight, but you must learn to use the blade last." the man said as he used the force to take his blade from him. "Use the force to take it from me." Andrew reached with his hand, but the hilt wouldn't budge. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Still no movement. He grew angry. "Dammit, move!" there was a slight tug on the hilt but not enough to retrieve it.
"You're pathetic. Can't even take back your blade. How do you expect to save Karina when you can't even save yourself?" the man asked. Andrew used both hands this time and tried to pull it from him. It tugged harder. The man ignited the blade and swung at Andrew. He dodged it. "What the hell?!" the man laughed. "Learn to adapt!" he continued to swing at Andrew, but he kept dodging.
Andrew was pissed now. Instead of using the force to pull the lightsaber from him, he used it to push him back. The man stumbled. "Now that's more like it!" Andrew noticed during the crystal bleeding some chunks of rock at the base of the boulder. He used the force to pick them up and throw them at the man. The man turned around and used one hand to stop it. While distracted, he pulled the blade from him and retrieved it. The man caught the rocks with the force and threw them at Andrew.
Andrew used the blade to cut through most of the rocks, but a few of them hit him. "You're getting better, but before we bring this trial to a close, I wish to teach you an ancient technique." Andrew sheathed the blade and walked up to the man.
The man turned to the boulder Andrew once stood on and used force lightning to destroy half of it, but his lightning was red. "Why was it red?" he asked. "Well, this variation is the purest form of the Darkside. Nothing compares, and only one other person than myself has used it. You will be the third. However, this power does come at a cost. It will devoid your opponent of the force and add their power onto yours, but your mind will fracture and ultimately break you. Your power will drive you insane until it consumes you."
Andrew looked at his hand and then back at him. "Is this what happened to you?" the man's gaze pierced his soul. "No, I am not affected by it the same way he was. I am…different." It clicked. After everything, it all added up. He finally knew who shared his mind. His unwanted roommate. "You're the Son, aren't you?" Andrew asked.
The man laughed. "Very perceptive. Now let's get to work." the silhouette vanished and appeared behind Andrew, who faced toward the boulder. "Reach out to the boulder. You know how to use the force. Now close your eyes." Andrew complied. "Breath, feel the air around you, feel the dirt underneath your feet, feel the force of the planet and bend it to your will. Your rage is like waves crashing against the rocks during a storm. Your will is the Darkside. Use it as an extension of yourself." Andrew concentrated. It was like he was reaching into the void, fishing for some sort of handle, some sort of ledge he could grab onto. After what felt like hours, he felt something. Heat in his hand. It burned. It pained him. It was as if his hands were on fire, and he couldnt put it out. He had to release it somehow. Finally, red streams of lightning shot out of each fingertip at what was left of the boulder and obliterated it.
"Good. I believe you might be in a better place than you were before. Keep practicing, and you might be able to beat James." The Son vanished. Andrew clenched his fist and looked out to the red desert once more. "I'm gonna get you back!" he thought to himself.
A/N: So I am about to start finals, so I might not get the next chapter out for a week or so, just FYI. I had fun making this chapter, and the next one is really good too. Anyways thanks for reading!