Post by Krane Asiv on Sept 19, 2009 7:58:19 GMT -8
A peaceful day for the Republic in these days of war. A young padawan just made Jedi is being given new crystals to augment his lightsaber with. Being a Jedi Knight he was to go out and pick his own padawan amongst the younglings, but he asked if he could wait for a time before chosing. Being granted as much as that he could take some time to himself. He descided to ask someone he admired, finding Master Anakin wher ehe usually was, just outside the main door to the Jedi Onclave he asked sullenly.
"Master Anakin, may I have a word?"
The seemingly troubled mind of Anakin did not at first persieve the presence of the new Jedi, but soon he caught that someone had spoken.
"I am sorry Padawan... Or should I say Jedi? I heard you just passed the trials."
The new Jedi bowed his head in embarrassment.
"Yes but I am not sure I diserve it, Master."
"And that is exactly why you do."
He nodded. Smiling brightly even though his face was gaining a light red tenting.
"What is it you wish to speak about?"
He shook his head quickly realizing he had come to ask something.
"Just advice. I was wondering what do you think I would be most suited for?"
Anakin raised a hand to his chin to think, the other crossing his stomach and holding the elbow of the other arm.
"Well as long as I've known you, you have always been one to take on a problem head on even if you couldn't solve it. I think you should ask your self what the problem is."
And almost without hesitation he would speak.
"The seperatists."
"Are you so sure?"
"What?... Do you mean?"
Anakin had caught the young one off guard. And he knew it.
"I ask myself the same question."
And with that Anakin would leave the younger Jedi to his thoughts. Days passed and the young Jedi had finally descided that today he would chose a Padawan, that being the greatest challange he believed he could undertake. Taking a spot in front of the younglings he'd adress them one by one, getting to know the minds of the young. Master Kavar accompanying him to help him chose and make it official. The only problem was.
An explosion rocked the building and a terrible feeling washed over the force within everyone. It was such a horrible pain, the emptiness, the suffering, the utter feeling of loss. It was close to over whelming. The jedi almost feel to his knees clasping his chest, sadness seemed to just permiate from him. His eyes where even watery as he would gasp. This could only mean what he had always feared. The seperatists had attacked the academy itself.
Master Kavar ran to the door, lightsaber drawn its jade glow bouncing off the side of his face as he only so much as turned to the side, giving what looked even then as his final goodbye.
"Stay with the younglings."
And he was gone. Regaining his composure as he got to both knees he'd lean back, still feeling the complete and utter void within himself, liek he had lost everything.
"I'm scared."
Said a youngling, as he ran to the Jedi clasping to him like he would a father figure. The new Jedi's dark blue eyes lowered slowly to the youngling, the water in his eyes still present. The others rushed over and huddled close to him as well. A new foreign feeling came over him. He wanted to say 'So am I' to them, but he just couldnt, with a slight horse sound coming from his throat as he tried to clear it while speaking.
"Dont worry younglings. Master Kavar and everyone else is out there doing everything they can to keep us safe. No danger will find you."
The seemed relieved but unwanting to leave the Jedi. He stood now as he could feel something different. It was... Hatred. It was almost as if this hatred had its own voice in the force. One by one, he could feel the void growing, and he finally understood what it was... Death. He could feel the hatred drawing closer, but the hate was only masking something else... Fear? Sadness? Anger was only the tip of the ice berg. The Dark side of the force was truely here.
"Younglings, I want you all to hide in here. Dont show yourself to anyone."
"But Master-"
"No, do as I say, please Younglings."
And with that they all hid. The Jedi made his way outside the door, pulling his lightsaber from his belt and waiting, the darkness drew closer, and a hooded figure showed himself walking towards the room behind him, as if he didn't exist.
"Stay back, sith!"
The jedi barked, ingiting the lightsaber, the blue glow bouncing off his face as he stood completely ready in the Serasu stance. When the sith ignited his own blue lightsaber the Jedi's heart sank deeper, the light showing who it was. The one person he looked up to, and seeked advice from... He was the one who had caused so much? He wouldn't believe it.
"Master Anakin? It was you?"
He knew it was, but there was no way. Anakin was to be the savior of the force. The chosen one. He spoke no words though only began walking forward again.
"Anakin, if you walk any closer I'll have no choice but to fight you."
~Dont make me fight you...~
He kept walking, the Jedi could feel his intent to kill everyone there... Even the younglings.
"Please stop!"
But he didn't with no hesitation, seemingly no feeling towards him Anakin attacked. Being who he was the Jedi took Anakin on in a head on kind of manner, attacking same time, Anakin would move the difference and the thundering crash of the lightsabers colliding would be heard.
"You will not get to the younglings!"
The Jedi swung high, he swung low, he spun dodging a blow. For a second he appeared to be on even ground with Anakin. He faught with everything he had. Anakin catching him in the leg, slicing straight through with no problem, falling to the side, and down he propped himself up and threw the lightsaber, showing amazing usage of the force as it was. Anakin parried it but it came back at him from behind, ducking the attack it came back and hit the wall, as Anakin's blade cut into the Jedi's chest. The Jedi fell to the ground, almost motionless, dieing.
His last image, his last memory being the sight of Anakin entering the room with the younglings, seeing the one he wanted to chose as his padawan run out of hiding and say.
"Master Anakin, what are we going to do?"
The doors would close to the screams of fear from the younglings, and The Jedi would die if not from pain, from the horrifying pain and loss he felt through the force.
"Master Anakin, may I have a word?"
The seemingly troubled mind of Anakin did not at first persieve the presence of the new Jedi, but soon he caught that someone had spoken.
"I am sorry Padawan... Or should I say Jedi? I heard you just passed the trials."
The new Jedi bowed his head in embarrassment.
"Yes but I am not sure I diserve it, Master."
"And that is exactly why you do."
He nodded. Smiling brightly even though his face was gaining a light red tenting.
"What is it you wish to speak about?"
He shook his head quickly realizing he had come to ask something.
"Just advice. I was wondering what do you think I would be most suited for?"
Anakin raised a hand to his chin to think, the other crossing his stomach and holding the elbow of the other arm.
"Well as long as I've known you, you have always been one to take on a problem head on even if you couldn't solve it. I think you should ask your self what the problem is."
And almost without hesitation he would speak.
"The seperatists."
"Are you so sure?"
"What?... Do you mean?"
Anakin had caught the young one off guard. And he knew it.
"I ask myself the same question."
And with that Anakin would leave the younger Jedi to his thoughts. Days passed and the young Jedi had finally descided that today he would chose a Padawan, that being the greatest challange he believed he could undertake. Taking a spot in front of the younglings he'd adress them one by one, getting to know the minds of the young. Master Kavar accompanying him to help him chose and make it official. The only problem was.
An explosion rocked the building and a terrible feeling washed over the force within everyone. It was such a horrible pain, the emptiness, the suffering, the utter feeling of loss. It was close to over whelming. The jedi almost feel to his knees clasping his chest, sadness seemed to just permiate from him. His eyes where even watery as he would gasp. This could only mean what he had always feared. The seperatists had attacked the academy itself.
Master Kavar ran to the door, lightsaber drawn its jade glow bouncing off the side of his face as he only so much as turned to the side, giving what looked even then as his final goodbye.
"Stay with the younglings."
And he was gone. Regaining his composure as he got to both knees he'd lean back, still feeling the complete and utter void within himself, liek he had lost everything.
"I'm scared."
Said a youngling, as he ran to the Jedi clasping to him like he would a father figure. The new Jedi's dark blue eyes lowered slowly to the youngling, the water in his eyes still present. The others rushed over and huddled close to him as well. A new foreign feeling came over him. He wanted to say 'So am I' to them, but he just couldnt, with a slight horse sound coming from his throat as he tried to clear it while speaking.
"Dont worry younglings. Master Kavar and everyone else is out there doing everything they can to keep us safe. No danger will find you."
The seemed relieved but unwanting to leave the Jedi. He stood now as he could feel something different. It was... Hatred. It was almost as if this hatred had its own voice in the force. One by one, he could feel the void growing, and he finally understood what it was... Death. He could feel the hatred drawing closer, but the hate was only masking something else... Fear? Sadness? Anger was only the tip of the ice berg. The Dark side of the force was truely here.
"Younglings, I want you all to hide in here. Dont show yourself to anyone."
"But Master-"
"No, do as I say, please Younglings."
And with that they all hid. The Jedi made his way outside the door, pulling his lightsaber from his belt and waiting, the darkness drew closer, and a hooded figure showed himself walking towards the room behind him, as if he didn't exist.
"Stay back, sith!"
The jedi barked, ingiting the lightsaber, the blue glow bouncing off his face as he stood completely ready in the Serasu stance. When the sith ignited his own blue lightsaber the Jedi's heart sank deeper, the light showing who it was. The one person he looked up to, and seeked advice from... He was the one who had caused so much? He wouldn't believe it.
"Master Anakin? It was you?"
He knew it was, but there was no way. Anakin was to be the savior of the force. The chosen one. He spoke no words though only began walking forward again.
"Anakin, if you walk any closer I'll have no choice but to fight you."
~Dont make me fight you...~
He kept walking, the Jedi could feel his intent to kill everyone there... Even the younglings.
"Please stop!"
But he didn't with no hesitation, seemingly no feeling towards him Anakin attacked. Being who he was the Jedi took Anakin on in a head on kind of manner, attacking same time, Anakin would move the difference and the thundering crash of the lightsabers colliding would be heard.
"You will not get to the younglings!"
The Jedi swung high, he swung low, he spun dodging a blow. For a second he appeared to be on even ground with Anakin. He faught with everything he had. Anakin catching him in the leg, slicing straight through with no problem, falling to the side, and down he propped himself up and threw the lightsaber, showing amazing usage of the force as it was. Anakin parried it but it came back at him from behind, ducking the attack it came back and hit the wall, as Anakin's blade cut into the Jedi's chest. The Jedi fell to the ground, almost motionless, dieing.
His last image, his last memory being the sight of Anakin entering the room with the younglings, seeing the one he wanted to chose as his padawan run out of hiding and say.
"Master Anakin, what are we going to do?"
The doors would close to the screams of fear from the younglings, and The Jedi would die if not from pain, from the horrifying pain and loss he felt through the force.
