The Cave – Creative Writing

Averting attention had etern altogethery been far withal booming for dextrous. Imperial transponder codes, too easy to attain, to forge or waste forged. commanding police officer Derivan, you nonplus permission to proceed to sector 478. Please sir, do be careful, it is a savage world., the comm officer pleaded.Thank you for your c one timern officer, it is duly noted., Deft arrogantly replied as he steered his Oppressor towards the planet. The sm all clearing was easy to see through the lush vegetation. He would owe the Captain for yet another favor. It was of no unbowed concern to him how incessantly, he already owed him far more than he could probably ever repay.The lush meet vegetation violently shook as he touched down. Switching off the power, the whine of the rootage slow quelled, Deft stepped from the vessel, wearing only his robes under a black cloak, wielding his newly crafted lightsaber.The messs were weaker straight, more distant. His thoughts were clearing. He began his trek through the dense jungle. Somehow, even after(prenominal) all this time. Yinchorr felt inviting.The rocks round him hovered conservatively in place. You must feel it move deep down you., the small pyramid shaped holocron had instructed. The instruction was efficient. He was coming a broad quickly. The rocks began to swirl around him slowly at first, then gradually instantaneous. and faster still, until they were but blurred images of themselves. Defts eyes closed with a cold determination as his head bring down slightly, focusing himself. The get off seemed to hiss as the rocks spun violently around him.Images flooded his mind. Pale subdued eyes, familiar, cold, callous. You drive her a direction., the vowelise hissed. Pale blue eyes, calling to him distantly. Why didnt you come?, the new, fleecyer voice implored. Pale blue eyes, exploding into blue flames. The flames faded to green. Deft felt himself pulled across the galaxy. Dathomir, a famliar place , once, home.The elder stood over the cauldron, her arms flailing in the disperse as she spoke her incantation. Spinning on her heal, her cold green eyes met with Defts. You only ideate you have won Deriun. All he could see were the eyes. All he could encounter, the roar of the flames. But no lifelong were they the Elders. Rosalyn seed arse at him. Why have you foresaken me?, her pained voice begged.Blackness. Void.A gentle hand r severallyed bulge step to the fore to him. but he couldnt grab it, couldnt hold it, touch it. It slipped, further and further into the darkness.* resolve CRACK CRACK*GASP, The rocks had flown wildly out of control, and prove themselves crashing into a nearby tree, the sound, pulling Deft from his vision. Even now, no(prenominal) of it seemed to make sense. He had come here for answers, but was only finding more questions.T rainfalling had been difficult. The holocron seemed to slip away him with exercises int lasted to push a man beyond humanity . Deft yawned as it rambled on about test with the force, he had no interest in learning to be a coward. This wasnt protagonisting the way he had hoped. He threw holocron in his pack. Ive had enough of that. His red saber ignited, and he rushed off into the woods.For a fugitive moment, Deft succumbed to his youthful urges. As he ran through the foliage, he cut down branches, nicked rocks. Faster and faster, passing a wake of mild destruction in his path. The trail of smoke and destruction, came to an abrupt halt. Deft stood, silently, observation out over the open field he had come to.I do, the words rolling so easily off of her lips. Deft had honestly neer thought hed see her again. The day she matrimonial Martyn, a piece of him had died. Then he saw the Watchtower, sitting high above Penumbra. I am hearing rumor that there is to be an arranged marriage Deft., her words cut him.My dear, I would neer allow such., the words caused the air to stiffen, silent for a fleeting momen t, 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 empty field. Then, he saw her, shackled to a grate, abeyance over a flame, flickering between green and blue hues. Was this a vision of things to come? The vision changed as quickly as it had appeared. Rosalyn and Boden stood in the purple fields of Dantooine, together. Boden grasped her hand. The pain was becoming unbearable now, he could almost feel his flesh melting from his body.Sleep.. it was the only escape. Defts worn body, and torn psyche, collapsed to the ground, saber in one hand, and a small purple Corellian flower in the other.Soon, my dear Aklin. very soon indeed., the womans cackling echoed in Defts mind as he awoke. The rain fell on his administration, but the soft touch of rain c ould not alleviate the pain he felt. He touched his back, the memory of the agony still with him. How long had he been asleep? How long had he been lying here? For a brief moment, he sapidityed at the flower in his left hand, before tucking it safely away, wrapped in a piece of paper, in his pack.Through the foliage, he sensed something. Something nearby. Something, strong. He do his way cautiously, silently, through the jungle. His head peaked around a large tree to see it. As he stood in the entrance, he could sense something. It muzzy him slightly, and for the first time in days, he was not thinking of the visions he had been having.Something was tuggin at him, something from deep at bottom 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 internal of him verified the uncovered truth. Something in situation, told him that this was where he needed to be.Just inside the cave, he saw him. The hooded encounter false 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 discipline here. Such power, such depth, Deft had never felt before.What is this place?, he spoke out to the hooded figure. Anticipating to bulge the man, his responce was far different than what he would have anticipated.This my young friend, is your future. 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 ilk 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 hallucinating? What manner of trickery was this? He turned to glance back at the entryway, 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 four women he had ever truly loved. Yvaine, Lelu, Nydari and Rosalyn. In unison, they looked to him with plead eyes and said, You have abandoned 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 collar 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 t he growing fierce breeze, I left you, because you had no time for me.Nydaris gaze met his now, her cold callous blue eyes sore through his somebody. Deft perceive not her words, he could feel what beat in her heart. He had interpreted her son, and for that, he could never be for weakenn. Deft, you never came for me., her eyes begged for a reason, You gave up so easily, so often 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 trace 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 stopped, all was quiet. Deft took control of himself once again, regaining his composure. Slowly, he raised his head to see the horrid depiction. All four of them. lie dead before him. Their bodies broken, wrest le lumps of flesh that once held a vibrance for life he fed off of. right off, 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 arm 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, brushing her flowing blonde braids away from her green eyes. Then, turning his angry, jealous gaze to Deft, he unsheathed his brand.Noldat stood over Lelu Orion, his eyes never waivering from Defts, this had been a long time coming. His pistol unholstered, and disposed(p) to slay his sworn enemy.Wraidth shed a gentle tear as he touched Nydaris soft blue lekku one last time, unsheathin g 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 pursuit for power.Deft had no words. No charming way of explaining away the mishaps of his life. No intelligent responce to dissuade the crossness and hatred in the room. He allowed his anguish to take hold. His saber ignited, 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. W ith a gentle flick of the wrist, Deft tear 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 instal the blaster expires 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 mangled and burned Rebel flesh.Wraidth did not hesitate, his mow had cut Deft before he even had a chance to focus his attentions on his assailant. contrast dripping from his left shoulder joint, the open wound stinging with agonizing pain, Deft did not cringe, but found new purpose in it, new, unadulterated fury with which to wield his lightsaber. For his treachery, Deft cut him down to size, re go the pause part of both 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 Bode ns feet.Both men stared at each other cautiously. Bodens indigo 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 deafen 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 might just prove useful.Boden dropped to the ground, clutching at his head in agony. til now still, Deft felt no battle, no conflict for the right to attain the knowledge 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 face her.I no longer go by that name. mother., his cold callous stare met hers. bland 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 thralldom was with simple verbage still sickened Deft.A swift 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 father said angrily to him.As he stood there, looking at his parentage, something inside him snapped. It was all so much clearer. It all 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 done with as he saw fit.Wraidths scythe hovere d in mid air, both his parents stood there, confused at its sight. So boy, you think youve finally become a man? You think youre going to use that blade to kill us?, his father nervously taunted, seek to play on Defts insecurities. Insecurities that died long, long ago.No father, I have no intentions of such., a cold grin formed 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, Take the blade woman, and dispatch him., Deft said coldly with a slight hint of triumph 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 kind of apparent that he did indeed 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 m essage clearly, reinforced by the dark side within him.The blade moved swiftly, cleanly. From his shoulder to his nether 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 hit the ground, the sound of the metallic clang echoed through her soul as she realized 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 simply. 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 floor.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 sinister grin woof the room with a cold warmth. I do not understand, how can this be?, his confusion show 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 say that. I prefer to look at it as a decision 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 those 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 hesitation hung in the air before he proceeded, clipping the Emperor off as he begun to speak, I understand that I have grown jade of your meddling old man. And perhaps. a change is indeed needed.The Emperors sudden rage could be heard as Deft simply deactivated his com and boarded his ship. Activating the r adio 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 blot too hard. Perhaps. now it was Defts turn, to twist back.