The Cave – Creative Writing

Averting every everyplacesight had always been far as well favour qualified for practised. Imperial transponder codes, too easy to attain, to forge or shake up forged. Commander Derivan, you collect permission to conk disclose to sector 478. Please sir, do be careful, it is a savage world., the comm police tallyicer pleaded.Thank you for your chafe officer, it is duly noted., expert arrogantly replied as he steered his Oppressor towards the planet. The sm all clearing was easy to see by means of and dvirtuoso the lush vegetation. He would owe the Captain for yet another favor. It was of no true concern to him how perpetually, he already owed him far to a greater extent than he could probably ever repay.The lush surrounding vegetation violently shook as he touched d cause. Switching off the power, the whine of the generator slowly quelled, accomplished stepped from the vessel, wearing only his robes under a black cloak, wielding his newly crafted lightcavalry sword.Th e pecks were weaker now, more distant. His thoughts were clearing. He began his trek through the dense jungle. Somehow, even after all this quantify. Yinchorr felt inviting.The rocks around him hovered carefully in place. You must olfaction it move within you., the small pyramid shaped holocron had instructed. The instruction was efficient. He was coming aprospicient quickly. The rocks began to swirl around him slowly at first, thus gradually faster. and faster placid, until they were unless blurred images of themselves. skilfuls eyeball unlikable with a cold determination as his head lowered sylphlikely, nidus him ego. The crease seemed to hiss as the rocks spun violently around him.Images flooded his mind. colouring material dismal eyes, familiar, cold, callous. You drove her away., the voice hissed. Pale blue eyes, calling to him distantly. why didnt you fuck?, the new, softer voice implored. Pale blue eyes, exploding into blue flames. The flames faded to verdan cy. practised felt himself pulled across the galaxy. Dathomir, a famliar place, once, home.The elder stood over the cauldron, her arms flailing in the air as she spoke her incantation. Spinning on her heal, her cold green eyes met with adepts. You only call up you cave in won Deriun. All he could see were the eyes. All he could hear, the roar of the flames. But no long-lived were they the Elders. Rosalyn contemplated back at him. Why have you foresaken me?, her pained voice begged.Blackness. Void.A blasphemous hand r all(prenominal)ed forbidden to him. notwithstanding he couldnt grab it, couldnt exert it, touch it. It slipped, further and further into the darkness.*CRACK CRACK CRACK* drag, The rocks had flown wildly out of look into, and found themselves crashing into a nearby tree, the sound, pulling expert from his vision. flat now, none of it seemed to exact ace. He had come here for answers, but was only rise uping more questions.T rainfalling had been difficult . The holocron seemed to guide him with exercises intended to campaign a man beyond humanity. dexterous yawned as it rambled on rough running with the force, he had no interest in learning to be a coward. This wasnt helping the way he had hoped. He threw holocron in his pack. Ive had tolerable of that. His red saber ignited, and he rushed off into the woods.For a transitory moment, deft succumbed to his youthful urges. As he ran through the foliage, he caterpillar track down branches, nicked rocks. Faster and faster, leaving a wake of mild close in his path. The trail of smoke and destruction, came to an abrupt halt. adroit stood, silently, watching out over the open field he had come to.I do, the words rolled so easily off of her lips. Deft had frankly never thought hed see her again. The day she married Martyn, a plot of ground of him had died. Then he saw the Watchtower, posing high above Penumbra. I am hearing rumor that there is to be an arranged sexual union Deft., her words cut him.My dear, I would never allow such., the words caused the air to stiffen, silent for a fleeting moment, If we were to wed, it would be because we love each other., Deft stepped in, kissing her for the first time. The kiss, her hands at his back.. they burned. Seering pain raged through him, coursing through his veins. He dropped to the ground, in utter agony. His scream echoed through the leisure field. Then, he saw her, shackled to a grate, dangling over a flame, ruffleering between green and blue soaks. Was this a vision of things to come? The vision changed as quickly as it had appeared. Rosalyn and Boden stood in the over-embellished fields of Dantooine, together. Boden grasped her hand. The pain was becoming unbearable now, he could almost olfactory sensation his mannequin melting from his body.Sleep.. it was the only escape. Defts worn body, and divide psyche, collapsed to the ground, saber in one hand, and a small purple Corellian flower in the other .Soon, my dear Aklin. very soon thusly., the womans cackling echoed in Defts mind as he awoke. The rain brutish on his casing, but the soft touch of rain could not alleviate the pain he felt. He touched his back, the repositing of the agony still with him. How long had he been asleep? How long had he been lying here? For a brief moment, he looked at the flower in his left hand, out front tucking it safely away, wrapped in a piece of paper, in his pack.Through the foliage, he feeld both(prenominal)thing. Something nearby. Something, strong. He make his way cautiously, silently, through the jungle. His head peaked around a lifesize tree to see it. As he stood in the entrance, he could sense something. It clouded him slightly, and for the first time in days, he was not intellection of the visions he had been having.Something was tuggin at him, something from deep within himself. This was the reason he had come here. This, was the reason he had journeyed so far. Why, he did not know, but something in spite of appearance of him verified the uncovered truth. Something inside, told him that this was where he inquireed to be.Just inside the cave, he saw him. The hooded figure dour away from him, looking deeper into the cave of which he occupied. Who was this man? How could he have gotten here? Yinchorr was blockaded to all non-Imperial personnel. Even then, only the Imperial Royal Guard, and their hopeful trainees ever really came here.As Deft slowly enterred, time no longer existed. Space but a fleeting human assumption of distance. Everything, always, was right here. Such power, such depth, Deft had never felt forrader.What is this place?, he spoke out to the hooded figure. Anticipating to startle the man, his responce was far different than what he would have anticipated.This my young friend, is your coming(prenominal). and your past., the eerily familiar voice stated.The figure stood silent, gazing off into the distance as he approached. Then, as his footsteps brought him ever-closer, the man finally turned. The Emperors visage, torn, weathered. Deft had never seen him bid this before. Deft, now you shall see.There was no possible explanation for this. Deft knew it to be implausible for the Emperor to be here, and yet, here he was. Was he frantic? What manner of trickery was this? He turned to glance back at the en moveway, but it was no longer there.Everything went foggy for a moment. His mind, his thoughts, even what he was seeing. When his eyes returned to where the Emperor had been standing, they did not meet his, they met. theirs. Before Deft stood the quaternary women he had ever truly loved. Yvaine, Lelu, Nydari and Rosalyn. In unison, they looked to him with pleading eyes and said, You have abanthroughd us Deft. why?You were the only man I ever loved, and you left me in your pursuit of power., Yvaine looked at him, her slave issueband still attached, her subtle blonde braids gently caressing her tender neck where the collar had caused bruising. Without you, I couldnt go on., her voice unfeelingly stated as she slapped him.You never understood Deft, you never listened., Lelu said, her soft black hair blowing gently in the growing angry breeze, I left you, because you had no time for me.Nydaris gaze met his now, her cold callous blue eyes cutting through his soul. Deft heard not her words, he could feel what beat in her heart. He had taken her son, and for that, he could never be forgiven. Deft, you never came for me., her eyes begged for a reason, You gave up so easily, so much for love I guess.You left me to die on Dathomir., Rosalyns words made little sense, You allowed the Nighsisters to have their way with me. Her inviting red hair still bore the subtle lead of a helmet.Deft could not help but wonder, was he able to speak with them now. because they were all dead? He dropped to his knees, sobbing, the situation too much for even him, to handle.The incessant yelling jamped, all was quiet . Deft took control of himself once again, regaining his composure. Slowly, he raised his head to see the terrible depiction. All four of them. lie dead before him. Their bodies broken, writhe lumps of flesh that once held a vibrance for life he fed off of. Now, empty vessels.The Emperor once again stepped forward. What manner of treachery is this?, Deft implored, They cannot be dead.There is no treachery here, only truths within yourself., the Emperor explained, What you see, is a mirror of what lies deep within you.Deft knelt before the four corpses, and then, they came. From the shadows they stepped, each armed differently, each, having a different reason for being there. Those reasons, were the women lying before him.Percy, the insecure boy, placed a gentle hand on Yvaines head, light touch her flowing blonde braids away from her green eyes. Then, turning his angry, jealous gaze to Deft, he unsheathed his blade.Noldat stood over Lelu Orion, his eyes never waivering from Defts , this had been a long time coming. His pistol unholstered, and prepared to slay his sworn enemy.Wraidth shed a gentle tear as he touched Nydaris soft blue lekku one last time, unsheathing his sword, he snarled at him. I would have cared for her as you never could.Finally, Boden. Deft stood mildly perplexed at the sight, as Bodens eyes filled with rage and tears stared callously at him over Rosalyns torn body. No words were spoken, but Deft did not need to hear them, he knew why Boden was there. However, was this a depiction of the truth. or a vision of his own paranoia manifesting itself?In unison, their voices echoed through the cave, We loved them as you could not. We cared for them, where you would not. In return for this, you destroyed them in your own lustful lookup for power.Deft had no words. No charming way of explaining away the mishaps of his life. No intelligent responce to dissuade the anger and hatred in the room. He allowed his ail to take establish. His saber igni ted, the crimson hue echoing off of the walls, the color only amplified the tension. The hum of the weapon, requesting bloodshed.Percy was the first to charge, and the first to drop. With a gentle flick of the wrist, Deft tore through the young mans weapon, and his flesh. His now lifeless body, fell ironically parallel to that of Yvaines.Noldat opened fire, and Defts saber found the blaster bolts of its own accord, deflecting them haplessly into the caverns walls. His rage focused inward for a fleeting moment, and manifested itself in a bolt of lightning, sending Noldat to the ground in a lump of press and burned Rebel flesh.Wraidth did not hesitate, his scythe had cut Deft before he even had a chance to focus his attentions on his assailant. declination dripping from his left shoulder, the open wound stinging with agonizing pain, Deft did not cringe, but found new purpose in it, new, sheer fury with which to wield his lightsaber. For his treachery, Deft cut him down to size, rem oving the amend leave-taking of twain his legs, just above the knee. As he lie there, helpless, Deft stepped forward to end his suffering. Wraidths head made a gentle stop at Bodens feet.Both men stared at each other cautiously. Bodens coloured blue saber reverberating off of the walls, creating a purple hue as it mixed elegantly with the crimson of Defts that had already resided there.*CRACKLE hiss*Their blades met for the first time, held against each other, the sounds became almost deafening as they sparked and slid along one another. Deft arrogantly spun with his blade, driving Boden backward. With a kick, Deft pushed him even farther back as the green bolt erupted from his off hand.Show me the truth., Deft asked of Bodens mind as he invaded it aggressively. The trick he had learned from the Nightsisters mightiness just prove useful.Boden dropped to the ground, clutching at his head in agony. Yet still, Deft felt no battle, no conflict for the right to attain the fellows hip he sought. Now Deft knew, this was not real. With a cold, calculated slice, Boden was no more.A soft voice invaded the newly created silence, Deriun?Deriun, is that you?, the voice called to him. After all these years, her soft voice still sent chills down his spine. He turned to present her.I no longer go by that describe. mother., his cold callous stare met hers.Still adorned with rags, and carrying several collars in her hand, she snarled at him, Nonsense, now get your things, we have to pick up some more goods this afternoon. Goods was her more humane term for slaves. The idea that anyone could try and tone down what slavery was with simple verbage still sickened Deft.A bustling backhand caught Deft off guard, his head cocked to one side partly, stopping midway as if to declare resistance. You heard your mother boy, get ready., his male parent said angrily to him.As he stood there, looking at his parentage, something inside him snapped. It was all so much clearer. It al l made sense. These people, they were nothing but pawns in a much larger game a game, Deft now played. A game of power. They were little more than cattle, to be through with as he saw fit.Wraidths scythe hovered in mid air, both his parents stood there, confused at its sight. So boy, you think back youve finally become a man? You think youre passing game to use that blade to kill us?, his father nervously taunted, trying to play on Defts insecurities. Insecurities that died long, long ago.No father, I have no intentions of such., a cold grin organize on Defts face as he called on the strength of the force, She is going to kill you. The blade hung still in the air before his mother, educate the blade woman, and dispatch him., Deft said coldly with a slight hint of felicity in his voice. Her confused and shaking hand took hold of the hilt, she hesitated as she drew it back, Let go your rage, allow the blade to find its way.This is ridiculous., his fathers fearful expression made it quite apparent that he did then realize that this was no jest, Woman, put that damn thing down and go get the slaves cleaned up.Now., Deft uttered but one word to reinforce his statements, his hand barely moving to send his message clearly, reinforced by the dark side within him.The blade moved swiftly, cleanly. From his shoulder to his under regions, it made its cut. A gentle red mist hung in the air, spackling her torn dress of rags. She dropped to her knees in front of her now lifeless spouse. The blade mutilate the ground, the sound of the metallic clang echoed through her soul as she agnize what she had just done. Tear filled eyes looked to him, Why Deriun? Why would you make me do this?Because I can., he said entirely. The scythe flew true, of its own volition, through her, pinning her ten feet in the air against the wall. Her last breath escaped, the gentle death rattle the only sound now heard in the cave, quickly replaced by the sound of her blood dripping on the flo or.A cackle broke out from behind him as he callously stared at his now dead mother. Good. good., the voice with satisfaction, You have done well, Lord Aklin.He turned to face the voice, and again met eyes with the Emperor, his obscure grin filling the room with a cold warmth. I do not understand, how can this be?, his confusion showing on his face imploringly, What is this place?This place is a mirror of your own inner self my friend., the Emperor placed a hand at Defts back, walking with him casually, It is a nexus for the Dark Side which all Jedi must at some point face.So this is a test?, Defts question had already been answered in his own mind, he needed his answer to be validated however.You could swan that. I prefer to look at it as a end rather than a test., the Emperor chuckled.I see., Deft turned to face the Emperor again, I came here, I thought, to find answers.My boy, I am not here to give you the answers you seek., he coldly stared at him, I think you already have th ose answers within yourself.Deft had so many questions to still be answered, And how is it you are here?.The Emperor smirked at him, I am not here. With that, the Emperor vanished, and Deft found himself standing again in the entryway of the cave.It was not long after that Deft found himself sitting at the foot of his Oppressor contemplating his existence. What was all of this for? What lessons were to be learned? Why was he doing all of this? For the Emperor? For himself? Where had it gotten him? The Emperor had always promised him, one day he would understand, but perhaps, even the Emperor, could not foresee what was to come.*beep beep*His subspace com erupted with authority. Deft could sense it. Yes my Lord?, he said, knowing exactly who it was.I sense you have done well Lord Aklin., the cold feeling of triumph was apparent, Now. you understand.Yes.. I do., he replied, his tone uncaring, indifferent. A short faltering hung in the air before he proceeded, cutting the Emperor off as he begun to speak, I understand that I have bountiful tired of your meddling old man. And perhaps. a change is so needed.The Emperors sudden rage could be heard as Deft simply deactivated his com and boarded his ship. Activating the radio aboard The Subterfuge, he quickly contacted Tovina, My dear, I think we need to have a little discussion.Deft knew now what he sought, and being subservient to Palpatine was no longer fitting for him he was better than that stronger. The time had come for Deft to take what was his. by force. For the Emperor had indeed twisted him to the Dark Side as intended, though, perhaps he twisted a bit too hard. Perhaps. now it was Defts turn, to twist back.