Post by SK on Jan 8, 2011 6:19:49 GMT -5
"You have failed..." Said a voice from the back.
Markon Starkiller, looked over to the back of the cave, unaware of where he was at.
"Where am I?" he asked himself. The figure in the back was coming closer to him, till he was in eye sight. The figure was in a long black robe, the face was hidden, and his voice was muffled so there was no telling who's it could be.
"You are where you should be at. For you have not only failed us, but you have failed all who had hopes for you. You were to bring justice to the galaxy, to bring it order, yet you failed as so many before you have, and now...now there is of no use for you anymore. Ignite your lightsaber, and we shall end this..." The figure had said, as a red blade sprung to life from the right hand.
SK then looked down at his own right hand, and there a lightsaber was in it. He then ignited it, and a green blade had been ignited from the hilt. He looked at the hilt, as it felt so familiar to him. He thought he had lost it, that it had fallen out of his grip during the battle on Kamino, but no...it was right here in his hand. "This has to be a dream..." he thought to himself.
The figure then moved in quickly, and with a slash towards his midsection, SK backed away, able to avoid it, and took up his familiar Djem So defensive stance.
"Look, I have no idea who you are, but if it's a fight you want, then it will be a fight you will get!!" He screamed, as he then dashed towards the figure.
He lifted up his lightsaber above his head, and slashed down from the figures head, towards his groin area, but it was blocked. He then tried to lean in closer to see what th figure's face was, so he knew who he was going up against, but there was nothing but total darkness.
The figure then countered, by delivering an uppercut slash from SK's left knee, to his right shoulder blade, but that too was blocked.
SK then came in furiously, as he delivered slash, after slash, twisting and turning, trying to throw the figure off balance, but they were all blocked, as if the figure knew exactly where each attack was going to land. SK then backed up a few steps, and with his left hand, he tried to use a force choke on the figure, but nothing happened. It was as if the force was irrelevent to him. Was this a Vong? Were there ysalimiri roaming around? He couldn't tell, and puzzled, he then tried again with a choke attempt, but again the same results had followed.
"Your force powers will not work on, Markon... The force does not exist in here, and the force does not exist in me either... Like so many things in your life, you are nothing but a failure, and the force has thus failed you in here too... Surrender, for you have not a chance in defeating me..." said the figure, as he started to walk closer to him.
Thoughts and doubts began to swirl in the mind of Markon Starkiller. Was he really a failure? Did he by all intentions fail, like he has so many times. From being a Jedi Master, and having a seat on the council, to falling to the dark side, and succumbing to his father's demise? From not being able to protect the ones he loved, like Glow, had he failed her again? He had failed her before, when she had left, but he did find her again, and they were happy for a time. They raised a family, and he thought he was done. He had put away his lightsaber, erased the evil thoughts in his mind, and left everything behind.
Then the image of the Sith Masters, coming to his house on Tatooine, where he thought him and Glow and Tristan were safe. Soldiers had marched around, igniting lightsabers as they circled his home. He then lit his, as a crying Tristan was heard in the background, in the arms of Glow, as she tried to protect their child.
The soldiers then busted down the door, and in came one after another, after another, trying to contain him and his family, but SK saw to it that they were not to take his family from him, nor him from them, so he fought. One by one, he began to cut them down, and started to dwindle their numbers. He was a family man, protecting his home, his family from danger. He was neither with the light or the dark side of the force. Anger fueled him, but he did not fall victim to it, not this time, like so many times before. He felt as though he were a Jedi once more, to protect those that could not protect themselves. But how could he be a Jedi, when countless bodies had layed at his feet. No, he was not a Jedi, nor was he a Sith, he was Markon Starkiller, father to Tristan Starkiller, and husband to Glow Starkiller.
The soldiers continued to come forth, testing themselves against him, but they were no match for him, or for his skills with a lightsaber. More bodies began to fill the floorspace, till they stopped coming in. Had he won? Had he defeated them all?
No, he had not. They had stopped coming, because Tristan's cries were no longer heard, instead it was Glow's shriek that had followed.
Quickly, he ran into the room as fast as he could, only to find his family had been taken hostage, by three men in black cloaks, and each one was strong in the darkside of the force. The one in the middle, the leader, then stepped forward.
"Markon Starkiller... We have been looking for you. You have two choices. Surrender and do our bidding, or you shall watch your family die in front of youe eyes, and then we shall kill you next. Your choice..." he said, as he ignited a red lightsaber, and held it up at Tristan's neck.
Glow was trying not to cry, and stay strong for her husband, and her child, but she was crying inside, and SK knew it. He could feel it coming from her. At last, he then deactivated his lightsaber, and threw it to the ground.
"Do not hurt them. If it is me that you want, then take me, and leave them out of this..." he said as he looked to all three of them, and then back to the one in the middle. "What is it that you want?" He asked.
The middle one then looked up to him, and smiled. "For you to die..." he said, as he brought the lightsaber towards Tristan's throat, and severed his head from his tiny body.
SK then screamed "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" as Glow was then taken down, slashed across the midsection, and he body was torn in half, with her eyes looking directly at him, never moving again. The three Sith Masters then converged on him, and all three of them stabbed at him, in succession, as he was then finally brought down.
The figure again was in front of him, as SK opened his eyes, as if he were in a nightmare, and lifted his saber high into the air.
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!!! THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!!!" He screamed, and came at the figure with all of his hate, and rage. The figure again was blocking every attempt, every slash, every attack, and just started to laugh.
"You see, you are a failure... You have failed in so many ways, that you are no longer of any use to us. Surrender now, or be destroyed forever..." he said, as he was moving closer to SK.
The figure then raised his lightsaber up, and tried to slash down across SK's chest, but that was blocked, and SK then held the lightsabers in place.
"I will not let you win, not today... You do not own me, nor can you defeat me... Not now, not EVER!!!" Said SK, as he brought the locked blades down to the ground, and having the advantage with his lightsaber on top of the figures, he then quickly brought it up, and with one quick motion, he stabbed the figure right through the chest.
The figure then laughed, and then dissapeared as if it were never there. SK then knelt down on the ground, and looked around. He was now in a dark cave, and nothing was around him, except for darkness. His lightsaber was no longer in his hands, and there was no longer any light, nor a figure, or a voice, it was just empty black darkness. He then curled his legs up, as he tried to keep himself warm, and speaking softly to himself, he said "Glow...where are you...? as darkness enshrouded him.
Markon Starkiller, looked over to the back of the cave, unaware of where he was at.
"Where am I?" he asked himself. The figure in the back was coming closer to him, till he was in eye sight. The figure was in a long black robe, the face was hidden, and his voice was muffled so there was no telling who's it could be.
"You are where you should be at. For you have not only failed us, but you have failed all who had hopes for you. You were to bring justice to the galaxy, to bring it order, yet you failed as so many before you have, and now...now there is of no use for you anymore. Ignite your lightsaber, and we shall end this..." The figure had said, as a red blade sprung to life from the right hand.
SK then looked down at his own right hand, and there a lightsaber was in it. He then ignited it, and a green blade had been ignited from the hilt. He looked at the hilt, as it felt so familiar to him. He thought he had lost it, that it had fallen out of his grip during the battle on Kamino, but no...it was right here in his hand. "This has to be a dream..." he thought to himself.
The figure then moved in quickly, and with a slash towards his midsection, SK backed away, able to avoid it, and took up his familiar Djem So defensive stance.
"Look, I have no idea who you are, but if it's a fight you want, then it will be a fight you will get!!" He screamed, as he then dashed towards the figure.
He lifted up his lightsaber above his head, and slashed down from the figures head, towards his groin area, but it was blocked. He then tried to lean in closer to see what th figure's face was, so he knew who he was going up against, but there was nothing but total darkness.
The figure then countered, by delivering an uppercut slash from SK's left knee, to his right shoulder blade, but that too was blocked.
SK then came in furiously, as he delivered slash, after slash, twisting and turning, trying to throw the figure off balance, but they were all blocked, as if the figure knew exactly where each attack was going to land. SK then backed up a few steps, and with his left hand, he tried to use a force choke on the figure, but nothing happened. It was as if the force was irrelevent to him. Was this a Vong? Were there ysalimiri roaming around? He couldn't tell, and puzzled, he then tried again with a choke attempt, but again the same results had followed.
"Your force powers will not work on, Markon... The force does not exist in here, and the force does not exist in me either... Like so many things in your life, you are nothing but a failure, and the force has thus failed you in here too... Surrender, for you have not a chance in defeating me..." said the figure, as he started to walk closer to him.
Thoughts and doubts began to swirl in the mind of Markon Starkiller. Was he really a failure? Did he by all intentions fail, like he has so many times. From being a Jedi Master, and having a seat on the council, to falling to the dark side, and succumbing to his father's demise? From not being able to protect the ones he loved, like Glow, had he failed her again? He had failed her before, when she had left, but he did find her again, and they were happy for a time. They raised a family, and he thought he was done. He had put away his lightsaber, erased the evil thoughts in his mind, and left everything behind.
Then the image of the Sith Masters, coming to his house on Tatooine, where he thought him and Glow and Tristan were safe. Soldiers had marched around, igniting lightsabers as they circled his home. He then lit his, as a crying Tristan was heard in the background, in the arms of Glow, as she tried to protect their child.
The soldiers then busted down the door, and in came one after another, after another, trying to contain him and his family, but SK saw to it that they were not to take his family from him, nor him from them, so he fought. One by one, he began to cut them down, and started to dwindle their numbers. He was a family man, protecting his home, his family from danger. He was neither with the light or the dark side of the force. Anger fueled him, but he did not fall victim to it, not this time, like so many times before. He felt as though he were a Jedi once more, to protect those that could not protect themselves. But how could he be a Jedi, when countless bodies had layed at his feet. No, he was not a Jedi, nor was he a Sith, he was Markon Starkiller, father to Tristan Starkiller, and husband to Glow Starkiller.
The soldiers continued to come forth, testing themselves against him, but they were no match for him, or for his skills with a lightsaber. More bodies began to fill the floorspace, till they stopped coming in. Had he won? Had he defeated them all?
No, he had not. They had stopped coming, because Tristan's cries were no longer heard, instead it was Glow's shriek that had followed.
Quickly, he ran into the room as fast as he could, only to find his family had been taken hostage, by three men in black cloaks, and each one was strong in the darkside of the force. The one in the middle, the leader, then stepped forward.
"Markon Starkiller... We have been looking for you. You have two choices. Surrender and do our bidding, or you shall watch your family die in front of youe eyes, and then we shall kill you next. Your choice..." he said, as he ignited a red lightsaber, and held it up at Tristan's neck.
Glow was trying not to cry, and stay strong for her husband, and her child, but she was crying inside, and SK knew it. He could feel it coming from her. At last, he then deactivated his lightsaber, and threw it to the ground.
"Do not hurt them. If it is me that you want, then take me, and leave them out of this..." he said as he looked to all three of them, and then back to the one in the middle. "What is it that you want?" He asked.
The middle one then looked up to him, and smiled. "For you to die..." he said, as he brought the lightsaber towards Tristan's throat, and severed his head from his tiny body.
SK then screamed "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" as Glow was then taken down, slashed across the midsection, and he body was torn in half, with her eyes looking directly at him, never moving again. The three Sith Masters then converged on him, and all three of them stabbed at him, in succession, as he was then finally brought down.
The figure again was in front of him, as SK opened his eyes, as if he were in a nightmare, and lifted his saber high into the air.
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!!! THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!!!" He screamed, and came at the figure with all of his hate, and rage. The figure again was blocking every attempt, every slash, every attack, and just started to laugh.
"You see, you are a failure... You have failed in so many ways, that you are no longer of any use to us. Surrender now, or be destroyed forever..." he said, as he was moving closer to SK.
The figure then raised his lightsaber up, and tried to slash down across SK's chest, but that was blocked, and SK then held the lightsabers in place.
"I will not let you win, not today... You do not own me, nor can you defeat me... Not now, not EVER!!!" Said SK, as he brought the locked blades down to the ground, and having the advantage with his lightsaber on top of the figures, he then quickly brought it up, and with one quick motion, he stabbed the figure right through the chest.
The figure then laughed, and then dissapeared as if it were never there. SK then knelt down on the ground, and looked around. He was now in a dark cave, and nothing was around him, except for darkness. His lightsaber was no longer in his hands, and there was no longer any light, nor a figure, or a voice, it was just empty black darkness. He then curled his legs up, as he tried to keep himself warm, and speaking softly to himself, he said "Glow...where are you...? as darkness enshrouded him.