Okay so YES I changed the name to The Rise of the second skywalker, thought it was a better fit
ALSO THIS CHAPTER AND THE ONE BEFORE IT USE TO BE ONE WHOLE CHAPTER. LOL, GOD, I USE TO BE HORRIBLE AT WRITING. SO HOPEFULLY, THE SECOND PART OF THIS REVISED CHAPTER IS TO YOUR LIKING.( this chapter the first time, was only around 5900 words, it now sits at 8600. hopefully, it was good enough. I tried as much as possible to describe everything. If you have any advice, DM me or review.
The words pierced christen's mind like a hot blade, Slave?
Christen was no slave. He was a Jedaii. He was a skywalker. He was a father.
Christen, at that moment, gained the courage to not bow down anymore to the sith Christen would bow to nobody. He would forge his path through the deep cut-off core and the Unknown regions like a controlled flame. Christen would not be stupid enough to think the Galaxy was his playground like the foolish Jedi and sith. He knew that whatever stood in his way would perish with the blazing glory of his empire.
To be truthful to that sentiment he had to deal with, the only thing holding him back was his holographic Sith master and the dark side acolytes that surrounded him and plagued him with pain.
Christen willed the Force inside him to have his thoughts of revenge became action as the force nexus that he culled into himself was now swirling violently inside him within a few seconds. It seemed to click and shine brighter with new life. He felt the immense power of the Force skyrocket. He knew it would be now or never to take at that moment. It was in his power to wield and shape this power to whichever form Christen deemed suitable. He took its invisible tendrils all too eagerly. As soon as the connection was made, a soft voice spoke to him, which dictated his next move.
"Open your eyes, my Savior," it spoke in a heavy, rich accent
"OPEN YOUR EYES" the power inside him was slowly destroying his body, becoming one with Force, the immense pressure of the force nexus seemingly wanting to burst out of him, and all he had to do to relieve the tension was open his eyes! really, kriff the Force can be so vague sometimes?
But his eagerness for revenge was intense, and Christen opened them with determination. Oddly enough, he felt the heat when he opened them, a never-ending heat that Christen thought was hot enough to have burned his face off, yet he was fine, and he was pissed.
Christen was astounded when he opened them, and he found himself in a world tinted the color of orange. He could clearly see that his skin down to his hair all were glowing brightly, around him he could see that he was in the middle of what looked like a force whirlpool that had utterly obliterated the Alchemy symbols and was tearing apart the floor rapidly, the acolytes were astounded and terrified, he saw the remains of a few of them on the outskirts of the swirling mass, it seemed that they had tried to get in Physically or were too close to him when the mass came into fruition.
So much power was now at his fingertips, along with the strength and added durability and senses thanks to the hundreds of alchemy tests h was forced to be experimented on, added onto the torture to make his yashan body even more superior to his race, the Alchemy had an abrupt effect on him Phisaclly, his height had changed from his natural six foot one to six foot eleven, it forced his body to be the peak of his interspecies, now being around five times the agility, the strength of an average human, and close to double his yashan species.
They had made him into a monster, but now with the power at his enormous hands, he could free himself of all this sith shit.
He could finally go home.
All light in the room faded. The only light Bane and the Acolytes could find was the glowing orange whirling nexus that surrounded Christen's body, but amazingly to Bane and the other sith, Christens eyes wore a dark red that seemed to price the very fabric of space. Christen felt Blood drip from them like tears, the heat was almost unbearable, but he couldn't stop shaking with immense hatred and pain from his deteriorating body. If he were to die this day, he would look his Master in the eyes while it happens.o
But when he reached for the Force to throw at his Master with his almost broken mind, he felt pain, but it wasn't his, no the Force seemed to call him again. and his broken arm only swayed upwards instead of pointing at his Master, not even realizing he had broken the chains on his arm.
"Bond Child" called out with a loud boom, making him wince in the slight headache it gave him.
"Become the Force," it shouted. Why was it hurting him, what did it want with him, why did it want him to die
"Become the Balance," it shouted again, its voice seemingly straining as he couldn't hold it anymore and let the Force do whatever it wished.
"Become Us," and with that last ghostly call, was all the motivation christen needed to break free of his chains both mentally and physically.
"let it out," it spoke in a tone too much like his mother, and it sent him over the ledge that the Force dragged him to. he would forever change this day.
His throat strained and ripped as he screamed with every bit of energy the Force gave him. He was momentarily shocked at how much power he exerted, and it was only at the will of the Force that he wielded it. He could no longer see. The heat had seemingly taken over his sight, and all he could see were red and black outlines. The glass from the room windows shattered.
The shards of glass rained down on the minions and his Master, killing a few of them or so he guessed as a dozen black outlines flickered out by the time the glass flew to the floor., and the wind and strength of the forced mass had thrown back the remaining minions only his Master was standing and barely if he could make it outright.
Three loud cracks erupted in his ears as he stumbled away from his now broken chains and bloody pole. He could vaguely lee the outlines of chunks of his body but then looked down to his legs, remembering the torture from earlier. His then broken legs were still broken, yet he was walking.
His chest and head felt as though they would burst in a fiery explosion as he saw the swirling Nexus around him suddenly started to be dragged into his chest, he thought as he was about to explode into nothing from the force nexus. Still, such things weren't what matters. What did matter was killing the sith?
"I'm GOING TO KRIFFING KILL YOU," he screamed with an unnaturally loud bellow of anger as he took another step forward, the concrete floor beneath him cracking like glass. He was putting all his strength to walk forward.
A new wave of pain erupted from his body with each move of a muscle, but he refused to stop, Christen made his choice, and he chose to be free, to continue listening to the beckoning of the Force to tank the pain, to refuse to back down like a coward. In his mind, his only choice was that he could only comply as he was thrown back one again as his vision was ignited by strands of purple and white lighting coming from the remaining sith.
But it was nothing in comparison to the fear he saw emanating off his Master. Christen looked straight into the widened semi-holographic form. He could feel his Master's thoughts, his agony at seeing his hundreds of years of planning seemingly falling apart in front of him, seeing how large the mass of fear that swarmed his Master was heartwarming. It was so overwhelming and delicious. His eyes never closed even as waves of lighting that shone brighter than the setting suns of Tatooine dove into his body, tearing him apart. The sith were frantic now as any other living being would have died long ago.
Christen leaned against the wall as he stood up on his feet against the current of lightning, his eyes burning into his brain as they unconsciously flickered from red to his natural orange. His vision had been reduced to only just black and red outlines. Thankfully Christen could still make the outlook of horror upon their faces. Their thoughts all had the same message.
They had created a monster. The Acolytes had failed the ritual they had been preparing a decade for, and now that the Slave that lived unnaturally for hundreds of years under the Spear now had gained the Advantage And now they could lose the empire that was built up in a decade by the very Slave in front of him, a golden opportunity of an empire that in most cases should have taken three hundred years on any other planet, now was crumbling away from their reach and into the pockets of their Slave.
Christen takes a small step forward from the wall he was thrown into. The lightning frantically being thrown at him kept digging through his flesh and bone, breaking them apart. By now, his entire chest was exposed muscles and bones, but now a majority of it was deflected by Force. Otherwise, he would have died before getting his revenge. He saw that the force barrier he unconsciously erected had deflected the lighting back into the remained sith, and when it missed, it was melting the capital grade steel that was the sith council chambers of his Master.
He would have thought the pain would be Immeasurable by now. Christen was only Astounded when all he felt was a warm feeling that enveloped his body. He felt at peace. The world around him felt as though it was crawling slowly alongside him. He took step after step on his seemingly broken legs.
Christen didn't flinch from the effort. He barely felt the lightning anymore, all he saw was the outlies of a Majority of the sith frantically escaping the room while his Master and a group of what seemed like seventy Acolyttes still blasting him. 'but it was for naught,' he chuckled.
His body and mind were now one with Force, yet still, residing in the living word, a part of him honestly wanted to die, but it called out to him, and he could never turn down such a powerful ally.
All inner thoughts seized when christen caught a bright spark of lighting below his vision. He ignored it for a few seconds as he took a few more steps towards his Master. Once again, he saw another flare of something orange erupt near his hands, finally accepting his curiosity seemingly took precedence over his anger at his Master as he turned his eyes from him down to his hands and was Shellshocked.
Christen was staggered to find dozens of orange-colored lighting bolts shooting from his fingertips up to his hands. They stuck out wildly around his sith masters lightning, like a lighting a purple storm.
The color of Compassion, of revenge, the color of Lava, the color of his eyes, he continued to stare at his hands as the strings of lightning were slightly burning the remains of his rags of clothing and melting the Steel ground where they would momentarily strike, but it never seemed to hurt or injure him.
The orange lightning seemed to grow by the second, and he was professedly astounded to see strands of the lightning erupting wildly from Around his ankles, the lighting bursting around his wrists and hands had now grown up to his elbows, with force lightning, it cackled and sizzled with unrelenting power... his power it took a toll as his body had to adapt to the energy coursing through him.
Christen's knees gave out, and he sprawled to his hands and knees. He looked back up, a grin on his face, seeing the barrier was still standing. The Force was deflecting the majority of the lighting only a few inches from his face. He felt only a few strands of it get through, seemingly cutting straight through his body like a knife.
Looking up with his new power and state of mind, he stares into the soul of the sith that ripped him from his masters of old, the man who gave him a sliver of hope of a life without worry or pain or corruption where he could revive the Jedaii order, only to lie to him and forcing him to leave his family behind for the grand sith Empire that He Created, That he helped put together for hundreds of years for his Masters Empire, for some reason his Master was smiling, did he seriously think he was winning.
Bane took the moment of seeing his Rebellious slave fall to his knees. He forced his face to contort into a smile of fake triumph to speak once again though even an idiot could have detected his voice was full of fear as the ritual said this would happen. Seeing his Slave so powerful was frightening.
"I do hope you remember this day, SLAVE, for this is the birth of a new Era, an Empire that will last age's, through the ritual of Tenebrae, my body will be recreated, Farwell slave," Bane Shouted with confidence building as he nodded to the frightened sith acolytes to start the last of the transfer.
Christen's skull rang with each word spoken, the intensity of the force alchemy that was still around him despite his force storm destroying the symbols was degrading his energy. He felt his Nexus begin to pull out of him. It fought back, not caring if it hurt him. He would have wretched over in pain if the Force did not engulf him in a golden glow.
All was coming to a close, he felt The lightning ended from his masters =. The force storm around him was sucked back into him as a golden glow now enveloped the Vloned body that was pulled into the room and recovered from where it had been thrown.
All seemed to happen instantly at the same, he looked up and saw a majority of the sith were now dead, and only a dozen and his Master survived, and they looked spent. Time seemed to stop for a moment, so did his breathing and heart, but his mind was racing.
The Force seemed to force another vision into him, but this time it felt different as he saw it take him into the outer system of Korriban, and soon, he felt as though he was in Hyperspace only to be thrown into a giant dune of sand.
Christian suddenly was standing up even though he didn't make the movements, he was standing on a dune he realizes the place is of his homeworld of Tattoine. or at least the tuskans that stood in front of him told him so., the same massing swirl of force energy still strung around him, kicking up sand, he would have thought the tuskans nearby on guard would notice. Still, to his surprise, they didn't.
He currently saw that he wasn't just on a dune but on the highest point within a Tusken village, and the Force was a swirling mass above it. The Force felt different. It felt almost sorry as it pulled him deeper into the village. He was then led to a couple of huts on the outer end of the village, and it was hard for him to even stand as the pain he felt through the Force felt familiar. It was guarded by a few Krath hounds and Tuskan raiders, but knowing he was in a force vision gave him enough confidence they wouldn't see him as he seemingly strides to the middle hut, right between the guards, neither even reacting to his presence.
He slowly opened the front of the hut or at least tried to, but instead, his body just passed through the hut, and He guessed he shouldn't have been surprised.
It was a force vision, after all. But his slight humor disappeared in an instant. His amused face turned to one of sick horror in front of him, tied just like he had been in his Master's chambers. Here lying in front of him, was a beaten and massacred woman. Christen could barely recognize her, but it was confirmed he could even feel it in the Force. This was his mother.
The one woman in his life besides Satine and his wife that he loved, his eyes watered as he took a sharp intake of air, trying to hold back his oncoming sobs. Tears threatened to spill over. He wanted to close his eyes, seeing the gash that cleaved her left cheek. Above her eye, Kriff, she looked like he did most days when he was on Korriban.
Was this his punishment?
Was this his fault for leaving his mother and brother behind? to see his mother tied up, tortured, raped, and cut open by monsters.
Was his brother dead?
How could this have happened? he asked the Force these questions, yet he received no reply as he looked down at his broken mother for all it was worth.
He accidentally sobbed loudly before covering his mouth quickly, he was astounded when she looked up and smiled in his direction as if she could see him, but she couldn't see him, right? No, this was still just a vision.
When she painstakingly lifted her broken right hand, he was proven wrong, the soft moans of pain faintly escaping her breath. It hurt so much to know the vision was real. When he felt her hand come to rest on his cheek. He slightly leaned into it as he'd done so many times as a kid, his tears flowing freely now as he looked into her eyes.
His mother didn't say anything as he cried incoherent apologies into his mother's outstretched hand. She just looked at him with a pained smile.
Christen parting the hovel's curtain so she could get a gentle breeze. Still, the tuskans guarding the hovel were unresponsive, striking her closed eyes.
A quiet, breathy moan broke from her lips, and her cold, pale fingers of her free hand trailed down the hole in her stomach, and she lifted her trembling hand towards the light, his name spilled softly from her blued lips like a prayer.
"Christen…" Shmi whispered, delirious from blood loss and pain, but her eyes- eyes far broader and deeper than his own- were blessedly clear and more potent than he ever was. "Oh, Nexu. My little boy…" calling him the nickname she gave him he was three, Christen wore that nickname proudly until he was fifteen and ran away even to the point he had his wife call him Nexu over communications, and now here he was hearing it again from his now dying mother.
"M-Mom?" he whimpered, showing the terrified young man underneath the vengeful warrior that was just tearing apart sith moments ago.
The young Jedaii collapsed next to Shmi Skywalker. His legs were weak and trembling, breathing haggard and eyes red and puffy as they shed a stream of tears. He took his mother's outstretched hand in both of his own and interlaced their fingers. His mother's fingers were cold, far too cold for her to live long.
Christen's throat worked to swallow the saliva building up to force the words he needed to say out. He was partially successful, but all that did was break his already crumbling walls.
"I'm so sorry." He choked out. His head bowed under the weight of his guilt and self-hatred until his forehead rested on his mother's chest, heedless of her blood soaking his skin and hair. "I'm sorry, Mom, I'm so s-sorry!"
"This is all my fault." He choked, hot tears spilling freely from his watery blue eyes. "I should have stopped this. I was a coward when I saw what I did. I should have stayed with you! I-I…!"
"Nexu." Shmi's hoarse whisper had a strength to it that belayed her otherwise fading body.
His mother's hoarse whisper had a power to it, one that belayed her otherwise fading body. Her strength is drawn not from her failing flesh but her heart and soul.
"You did save me." She said, her cold, weak fingers gently squeezing his hand. "you saved me the day you were born. You gave me hope, love, laughter, and a child I'm proud to call... my son" her speaking ceased as she coughed up blood for a few moments before stilling again as she looked back into his orange eyes.
"I love you, Son." She said, her bloodied and weak fingers suddenly finding the strength to squeeze her broken son's trembling hand
Christen sobbed into her chest in reply, drawing a breathy laugh from his mather. She then patted his head. Her light in the Force pulsed weakly, fading more and more as she spoke as if using the last vestiges of her soul's strength to reach her precious boy's breaking heart. She hadn't seen him in more than ten years, and even though his eyes told her he was much older, she cared about nothing more but the love she had for her son, a son she failed.
"You are my Child, my little man, Christen. You always… always have been. You don't have to… apologize for me to forgive you, I I I already have... I'm so proud of you…" Her breath came up wet and ragged, her voice fainter but not less determined.
"Listen to me, Nexu…" Shmi rasped, her hand trailing crimson trails down her son's cheek. Christen turned his head until his Lava orange eyes met her clear chestnut and green gaze. She was so happy to finally see her son's eyes d always loved his eyes. The first things she saw after giving birth the only thing that reminded her of his father.
"No matter what happens… no matter how much it hurts…" Shmi wiped a tear from his cheek. "Promise me-"
"Never forget what your fighting for." she smiled wide as he couldn't even speak, tears simply cutting down his face. He wanted to say something else. But before he could do anything other than nod, his vision ended. The sands of Tatooine transformed back into the hellhole chambers he has always known, the red blasts of lighting from the enraged Bane hit him straight in the chest, his already broken body now gained a couple more broken ribs that now had protruded out his body.
Riping him from his mother because of his Master's attack hit him hard. He was pissed. How dare they rip him away from his mother again. He finally met his mother after being a coward. She had forgiven him, she still loved him, and they took her away from him.
The lighting cutting his chest was now deflected as he slightly lifted his fingers. They were deflected a few from his fingers. The barrier of Force with all the lighting hitting it had turned the color of Tatooine sunset, yet not dark enough to be the color of christens eyes.
He delved deeper into the Force than he's ever done before. He didn't care how much it hurt when he commanded the Force nexus housed inside him that was slowly being poured into the clone's body.
He ripped it away for him to command. He curled in on himself as the Force within the room was sucked into him like a vacuum as he absorbed the energy from the acolytes and Banes attacks. He smiled, seeing they didn't know they were giving him more strength. This went on for a few moments before he heard exactly what he wanted to hear.
"WHY, ARNT YOU DEAD SLAVE! " Bane screamed in rage. Christen could feel the fear roll off his Master in waves, as were the acolytes, obviously overpowering their anger that he wasn't dead from the ritual. Christen laughed at the sith lord. He was in a broken body, yet his garaged and bone-grinding voice was echoing the chambers.
"I am something beyond comprehension, SITH. With your help, you created exactly what the Force wanted, a simple sentient being with the power of an entire force nexus at his disposal" he coughed blood up as he stretched his broken lighting swarmed hand out. He could see now his entire body was engulfed in flickering strands of orange force lighting. It bounced in and out of his whole body. At that moment, he felt as though he wasn't in control of his body. He was simply along for the ride as the Force took over his body.
The Force snapped his fingers, and the walls of the chambers were ripped off. Half the remaining acolytes fell over the edge, the deadly heat of Korriban bearing down on them now. The Force didn't stop staring at his Master throughout the exchange. He loved seeing the sith lord's face contorting in horror and fear at his simple display of power.
"Today marks the day of THE RISE OF THE JEDAII!" he screamed as he poured the absorbed energy, every single ounce of emotion in his life into a force repulse. His pain from the years of torture and losing his mother, his anger at himself for leaving his mother, and his masters' anger at taking him on the ship are where it led to.
His love for his possibly dead family on Hapes, the seven kids and a wife that he left behind, his love for his brother Anakin, his mother, Satine, and his love for his friend Padme powered the force lightning barrier that surrounded his body, it stretched out, utterly obliterating everything in its way, within seconds the temple was destroyed. The Lava colored Force lightning engulfed the entire Nothern side of the planet's surface like a tidal wave of destruction. The blast's reverberation could be heard throughout the Galaxy.
As soon as he uncurled his limbs to realize the repulse, he was hit with a flickering vision. Christen would spend a few seconds seeing a young man he couldn't recognize. The man was a lot smaller than christen. The man was at least six foot two, dark brown hair, a scar over his left eye, and was wearing...Jedi robes. But the one thing he could not mistake was his brother's force presence. He could clearly see him holding his mother in the same hut his first vision was in. Tears pricked his burning eyes as he felt her soul become one with the Force.
His view of the vision faded, and he could only see few meters in front of him. He tried looking around the chambers and found he couldn't. His vision was filled with orange, encased in a ball of unrelenting force energy unleashed. Christen was trying to stop it, he didn't want to destroy his temple, he could care less about the planet itself, but as soon as he tried to control the blast, he could feel his body breaking in every single direction as if his body was being pulled by thousands of tiny strings, he saw blood seeping out of old wounds as his body began to stretch out more to the outside world all this happened within fifteen seconds, but to him felt like hours, he tried putting Force more power onto the chance of diverting the energy away from the northernmost temple on the eastern side of the planet.
His view suddenly shifts from the destroyed chamber room to the outside of the hut his mother died in, he sees flashes of Anakin swinging his lightsaber mercilessly and erratic swings killing Tusken raiders left and right. Flames engulfed huts as The woman and children tried to run, but it was useless. His brother crushed them with nearby boulders. Blue and red engulf Anakin's eyes as he was in a pain-induced rage, and More flashes blind his eyes momentarily as new pictures of Tusken raiders torture his mother. The pain and memories made his force repulse even more substantial. It had created uncontrollable force storms that engulfed the western and, unfortunately, the planet's eastern side.
To his Master and his now-dead followers, it was home, but to him, it had always been a prison. The radius of his force blast had collapsed the chamber room, and christen was literally levitation in his force bubble.
He felt so stupid for calling it that.
The strength of his attack made him in tune with the Force like he never could achieve before. He felt the force nexus and himself become one rather than just housing the storm inside his core. For a few seconds, his force presence could even sense the dying core and multiple Darkside nexuses that dotted the surface of the Sith homeworld. Doing this caused numerous Force imbued earthquakes.
Christen could feel the power that emitted from the force lighting storms he had caused. He could see they that engulfed the skies as far as he could see him. They radiated throughout the entire planet's atmosphere, causing even more destruction. The walls of temples on the whole planet broke down from the violent vibrations, what remained what destroyed from the lighting bots that cascaded from the sky, with the Force he could feel only two temples on the eastern side that still stood, the valley of the dark lords still stood as he could see it from the remains of his Master's temple chambers.
He could only hope it was his temple that stood. He had worked hard for that, well, at least as hard as he could without it being confiscated by his Master. He had been setting up enough defenses to make sure it would survive a cataclysmic event.
Christen suddenly felt the Nexus expand within him, eyed widened to the point they were tearing his flesh apart and ith one last cry, he Gave into the force nexus, and he put his faith within the Force that they become one. If he survived, he would no longer be the same person beyond this point.
And with that scream, the eruption of force energy finally peaked as a blinking explosion destroyed the temple of Darth Bane, and the ground within a few kilometers of the temple was glassed over. With the temple, It completely ripped apart his body within milliseconds.
Christen could feel no pain. He felt nothing really at that moment. He was weightless, his thoughts going through what looked like Hyperspace, and All he could feel was the Force. He could faintly see the outlines of three beings, a woman with long green hair that looked to be thousands of waves on a lakefront. Beside her and in the middle was a taller man. He wore a tall hat upon his head. Christen could barely make out the lines of a blackness. To the right of the more towering being, it was darker than he's ever seen create the body of a shorter man.
They seemingly raised their hands to him and shouted in some unknown language, a blinding light enveloped his vision, when he could finally see he saw he could only drop his metaphysical jaw in the sense of awe front, the third point of view, he could clearly see the temple around him was simple rubble, the chambers wholly obliterated, the temple walls crashing around him, in the next moment he could hardly ready himself as he saw his body destroyed. It simply explodes in an enormous orange burst, powered by the Force it was unstoppable. And yet even as Christen saw this happen, he could still feel, he could still feel his own body, he could feel every bit of skin, bone piece of flesh that was strewn part in thousands of pieces, his organs, bones were completed obliterated, his blook soaked the surrounding rubble as pieces of flesh rained down upon the destruction, and yet he still felt everything, even as it dropped.
The Force pushed him violently back towards the only ground within the chambers that was still somewhat bare. It willed him not to, even as he begged for the pain to stop. In the end, Christen knew his place, he and the Force had come to the agreement that at least for today didn't want to die, and he had a family, friends, an order of jedaii to train. He reached deep into the Force and commanded it to start pulling his body back together. He feels the parts of flesh that survived his destruction slowly float into the air. The pieces of bone, hair, skin all slowly drifted towards him as an orange and gold glow enveloped every side of within and the area within five meters. He was worried the lighting still coursing through the planet's atmosphere would destroy them.
He realizes it will ultimately work when the pain almost triples within him. He would have screamed so hard if it destroyed his throat again if he had it back. The pain was unlike anything he felt before, and he had just gone through a lot the past twenty minutes, plus he's been through thousands of hours of pure torture from his MasterMaster and the fodder sith, he felt as though his brain would be liquified from the pain.
But as soon as it felt as though he would burst once again.
His sight changed, and now, as he blinked, he could see, feel and hear that he was back in the physical world as he could see the new veins within his newly reconstructed eyelids.
He then felt a tingle go through his body as the ethereal orange glow surrounding him connect with the... calm Nexus within himself. When did the Nexus become quiet and complacent with his wishes?
His questions fell on a deaf brain as it instead wanted to gather up the lost skills of taste. He could now taste blood and saliva as the Force unnaturally reconstructed his throat and mouth, a loud groan erupted from him. New throat muscles strained and ripped again as a guttering scream erupted from him. If anyone was alive, he doubted they would be able to find a place on the planet where they couldn't hear his cries for Death.
The feeling of skin and muscles fusing and bones shattered, now mending back into shape, he honestly did not know when he stopped screaming from the pain. It simply left him the Force, and his own strength completely healed his very numb new body. Even his emotions were numb from the pain now. The Force ever so slowly swirled around him as the Force penetrated him like a rift in the Force connecting him and the Nexus to a point where there was no reason to call them separate entities. It was just one single being of power. The orange glow slowly floated down to the floor and then disappeared in a sharp blast.
Christen felt himself drop to his knees. Slowly opening his eyes, Christen could see he was surrounded by the natural rock of Korriban and various metals that made up the temple on Bane. It enclosed him, digging into his hands and legs. The pain was actually a relief as it was but a mere tingle than what had happened just seconds before, with the force nexu... no, there was no nexus anymore, it was just him now.
Taking a deep breath, Christen Exhaled and inhaled from his new lungs. It hurt t first, but by the third deep breath, he felt as good as new. He opened his eyes to tears that painfully dug into his dry skin. They streamed down his face and blurring his vision a little.
Looking down at his naked body, he could no clearly see with wide eyes his already enhanced body was now sporting hundreds of tendrils of glowing scars that traced throughout his body. They shone the same color as his eyes. They were everywhere except his hands and above his neck. He would need to wait to see if the three scars over his right eye would be in the same situation. From afar outlook, he guessed they looked like hundreds of lightning bolts that sported his body. In his opinion, he looked horrible, disgusting with all these glowing scars.
Oddly enough, his horror soon turned to curiosity as he could literally feel the Force radiating off the glowing scars. Were there the parts of him that couldn't be revived, and thus the Force made the bond itself with never-ending energy that took place as the missing muscle and tissue.
The Force radiated off the scars like a wildfire, untamed and simply hot. He was a force nexus in all but name now, Christen knew it was going to be a new life from now on, but it was still odd feeling all the scars he gained over the years fell hot was the Force radiated. It felt oddly satisfying when he traced the scars outlining his right forearm. Exhaling loudly to himself among the wreckage.
Christen could sense from the Force that the scars would always be there, that this was the best the Force in its never-ending power could do to keep him alive. To be honest, he was even astounded when it was bringing him back together. He could only supply that the Force wanted them to remain as a reminder of when he would stop being the Boy who followed ship fo unknown power, stopped being the husband, friend, lover, and father that he was before he exploded and it would name the ending of a to the mind of a man who called himself Skywalker and the birth of the Being meant to maintain balance in the eyes of the Force.
The Time for the Jedi and sith was Beginning to end, the empire of the Jedaii was beginning to rise.
He looked up from his scars and to the rubble that surrounded him. He could feel the slightly less powerful aftershocks and tremors of the earthquakes he had caused. He cursed himself as he reminded himself of his own temple that currently held the Phantom ship and his own temple fille with makeshift forging rooms, armories, storage facilities, and research rooms. He had rooms filled with different artifacts that his Master allowed him to have or he successfully kept hidden from him.
Christen slowly tried to stand up his body soo turned to fire with pain and soreness. He pushed through the first dozen steppes into the rubble but had collapsed a couple of times before getting over the initial hill of the temple rubble. The jagged pieces of metal and rock cut his hands slightly as he heaved himself farther up the mountains of debris. As he got over the top of the initial hilltop, christens pined face turned into a sarcastic frown as he saw four more mounds of rubble, each having to be twenty feet tall at the least before he could get to the valley and head to where he hoped his temple still laid.
"Nothing can ever be easy for me, can it?" he muttered under his breath as the particular dilemma brought him the way to many memories of when he first ran away and abandoned his duty as a son, a protector. Christen looked down at his carelessly cut hands and rubbed his chin in irritation as he ascended the next hill, which was bound to cut his hands and legs even more.
No more would he bow down to another being.
He would take the empire his Master forged from his designs and take it to the Galaxy like a flame.
Christen looked to the sky and delved into the Force. He sent a message to all those listening to the Force.
"Prepare yourselves... for Lord Savior's Arrival".
JEDI TEMPLE
CORUSCANT
Jedi reactions
Suddenly, the Force exploded, causing the Masters of the Jedi order to gasp and fall to their knees, overwhelmed by the sheer power. The entire Force seemed to boil and to rage, swelling with unimaginable power and strength. Whatever caused this had to be something with a connection to the Force so unfathomable and so deep that it could never be understood by mortals. Behind the Force's Power, they could feel something fundamental, something so important, to the balance of the universe change, as they unknowingly felt a new player enter the game.
And as the Force receded, they could all hear a faint whisper in their minds.
"Prepare yourselves... for Lord Savior's Arrival".
It murmured so quietly they would never remember hearing it,
Obi-Wan Kenobi was used to having bad feelings. However, the disturbance in the Force that pulled him from his restful sleep made him very utterly disturbed.
The air seemed to thrum with dread, yet Obi-Wan couldn't figure out where the feeling originated. It was a painful sensation that most masters would double over in pain from, but where was it coming from?. It was enough to make him worry, and he could tell by the looks on the faces of the Jedi masters whether they were standing or laying against the wall, he saw knights doubled over in pain, the padawans were crying uncontrollably, as quickly as he could he passed them as he walked down a long, winding corridor of the Jedi Temple that led to the council chambers.
"Master Kenobi," Jedi Master Mace Windu's voice sounded from behind him, and Obi-Wan stopped before turning around to find the dark-skinned Korun Jedi Master coming to a stop in front of him as they were just in front of the chamber doors. There was a look of worry in Windu's sagging dark eyes. Otherwise, the man's face remained as expressionless as always.
"Master Windu," Obi-Wan replied.
"We're holding a Jedi Council meeting now, Obi-Wan," Mace said, "to discuss this disturbance in the Force."
"So I take it the Jedi within the Temple aren't the only ones who felt it?"
"No, Quinlan, Saesee, Adi, and Master Fay all felt," Mace said; the four Jedi Masters he named were currently on missions across the Galaxy in the outer rim. "Furthermore, Master Yoda believes that every Jedi, and possibly even the Sith, have felt it just as we have."
Obi-Wan grimaced. "Then it must be important if every Force-sensitive seems to have felt it," he said.
"Likely so," Mace grumbled while Angrily thinking the sith were responsible.
Obi-Wan followed Mace as he led the way down the hallway toward the Jedi Council chamber. The two of them entered the room before taking their seats; currently, only five Jedi masters were on Coruscant. Obi-Wan could see Plo Koon sitting near the doorway and Ki-Adi-Mundi sitting on one side of Mace with Yoda on the other. The rest of the chairs were occupied by the holograms of the remaining Jedi Masters and off to the left side stood Master fay's hologram.
"Disturbing this disturbance is," Yoda began softly. "Know where it originates I do not."
"It's as if the Force, itself, is attempting to tell us something, but we don't know what," Adi Gallia's hologram said softly.
"It was angry, in pain. I remember hearing a whisper but can't seem to remember the exact words," master fay spoke softly to the tense room.
"The disturbance was extreme. That much I can say," Shaak Ti's hologram said. "In fact, I am positive the Sith have felt it as well.."
"If it wasn't them, that is," Mace Windu's voice cut in sharply, a few masters nodding with what he said.
"Agree with you all, I do," said Yoda. "Positive I am that felt this disturbance the Sith have. That means important this disturbance is but know why it is important I do not."
"The Force almost feels apprehensive about reacting to our question's," Obi-Wan said, stroking his beard in thought. "It's as if the Force knows something is going to happen but will not, or perhaps cannot, warn us about it."
Mace nodded. "I agree with Obi-Wan. I've never felt such apprehension in the Force, and there seems to be no point of origin."
"Odd it is," Yoda said before he closed his eyes, and Obi-Wan felt him reach out with the Force. There was a long moment of silence as the council waited for Yoda to pull himself out of his meditation.
All of them were hoping he would be able to find an answer to the sudden trepidation that surrounded them if he looked deeper into the Force.
Yoda pulled himself from his meditation, a slight frown on his face.
"What is it?" Saesee Tiin asked curiously.
Yoda lifted beady green eyes, which were filled with worry and confusion. "Strange this is," he said. "Centered around the Chosen One, this disturbance seems to be."
"Anakin?" echoed Obi-Wan.
"Yes," Yoda said. "Sensed it before I did not, looking deeper into the Force for the answer, I had to."
"Why is this disturbance centered around Anakin?" Obi-Wan wondered. He knew that the Jedi Council had been skeptical about whether or not Anakin was the Chosen One. However, after the events on Mortis, they changed their views. The events on Mortis left no doubt in the Jedi Council's mind that Anakin Skywalker was the Chosen One.
"Know that I do not," Yoda said.
"Perhaps you can speak with him, Obi-Wan," Adi suggested. "Maybe he'll know something more about this disturbance than we do."
"It's possible," Obi-Wan said. "I'll speak with him after the meeting."
"We called this meeting to discuss the disturbance," Mace said, "in the hope that someone may have more information, but it seems as though everyone knows just as much as everyone else...nothing."
Yoda nodded. "Dismissed you are," he said. "If more information you learn about this disturbance, then call another meeting. I will." Obi-Wan, Fay, and Ki-Adi stood up before bowing to the rest of the Jedi Masters and making their way out of the Jedi Council chamber.
BACK ON KORRIBAN
Christen had climbed a few feet up the mountain of rubble before he felt an amusing warning coming from the Force as the wind seemed to suddenly change as it plowed through holes in the wreckage. This knocked his balance off, earning him a rough landing face-first into a slab of steel beaming... 'today was going to be a Kriffing nightmare' he thought as he knew it would be if the last ten seconds were any indication and as a plus, those seconds were enough to put him in a bad mood which was saying something considering what he just went through.
The cold wind met him head-on as he headed over his second hill of the four until he got out the rubble of the temple. The wind cut into his naked body even worse than the rubble did on his hands and feet. He could only rely on his anger at the Sith and himself to push him on, and it was all he allowed himself to feel.
It was really all Christen wanted to feel at the moment. He knew if he wavered from this sense of emotion, he would break down into a heap of tears from the loss of his mother. It had broken his heart even worse than when it literally was ripped apart.
Until he could control his emotions, he would reel them into the back of his brain and uses a mask forged within the Force to become the Emperor the Empire needed, a persona in which he could simply let loose on the Galaxy at least until he can come to terms with what has happened.
He would remain emotionless and cold as he reached the fourth and final mound to where he thought was the valley's direction. Instead, he was going in the direction of the cliff grounds that gathered a few humanmade stairways built atop a naturally formed one that the council chambers overlooked.
As he headed down the rubble heap and dusted himself off in the open area, christen looked around at most of the temples that stood around his masters. He could spot countless smoke trails in the distance, and what christen could tell were hundreds of meters wide cracks in the planet's crusts.
He knew from what he felt in the blast that he would have difficulty finding a usable temple if he had accidentally destroyed his own.
After his freakout, the planet looked like the end of a decode year warzone.
Still, somehow with no debris, it would have made the wasteland of a planet look even more depressing, hot, on fire, no sentient life except dark side creatures who tasted horrible.
The village at the base of all four sides of the temple, where the hundreds of acolytes stayed, was in ruins. He could even see thousands of dead slaves that the sith used. All he could do now in the hopes of not dying again were finding his temple on the eastern edge of the northern plains of the valley of the sith lords. The only option he needed now was to pack away everything within his secret underground bunker beneath his temple, pack it away within the Phantom and find his way to Hapes.
It would usually take half a day to get there by foot instead of a speeder but sense all vehicles nearby have been destroyed.
He walked out of the rubble and into the heated ground as he set his path to his temple. When he got off this planet, the universe would feel his wrath, and if sith were out there, they would die by his blade.
Chancellor's Office
Chancellor Palpatine slowly got up off of his office's floor, sputtering in shock and anger. The recent Force Disruption had taken him completely by surprise, bringing him to the floor. Thank the lords that no one saw him affected by some random force, to them at least.
As Palpatine settled back into his chair, his analytical mind began breaking down the event, looking at every possibility, every detail he could perceive. He had never felt a Force Disturbance that powerful before, and that was saying something considering he had witnessed his Master play with life itself to create a vessel of pure Force Energy.
What could it of been? After several minutes of thinking, Palpatine could not come up with an answer to satisfy as an explanation. This disturbance could radically affect his plans. He needed to figure out whatever caused it to preserve his plans for the future. A future where the strong would survive and the weak die. The creed of the Sith for as long as he could remember. A future where he, the strongest of them all, would be in charge with the perfect apprentice at his side.
He would make sure that the future happened. Even if the Force itself stood in his way.
