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Post by Stella on Nov 26, 2012 2:31:06 GMT -5
"It is against the Jedi way, Finn. Think of the boy, he is weaponless and he is defenseless, his hands are bound."
Finn stared at Astrid, unblinking. His gaze flickered to Kaoru when the boy spoke.
"And he's our only way out of here." Kaoru said, adding onto what Astrid had said. "If you kill him Finn, then you will be killing us all. Who knows what other atrocities lay within this temple." Kaoru stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. But instead of feeling threatened by the act, Finn only grew more angry. "So I say, release him."
"What you say means nothing to me," Finn seethed, glaring at Kaoru. His hand tightened around Jauché's throat, making the boy gasp. "Arienna had no say in what happened to her. She couldn't even speak a few last words, because the blade went straight through her heart. I felt it. I still feel it. And you expect me to release him? You expect me to release the one responsible for her death?" Finn narrowed his eyes. "Here's what I say: no."
With that, Finn whirled around, dragging the Sith through the air, before Force-throwing him straight through the parallel wall. The rock crumbled beneath Finn's fury and Jauché's small body sailed into the darkness beyond. Finn darted through the wall after him, green lightening flickering around his fingers as he searched the blackness for the little Sith. The tiny sound of a pebble moving made Finn whirl around and unleash a stream of green lightening through the air, electrocuting the boy.
Jauché felt himself squirm in pain as electric shocks rode up his whole body. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as heat continued to build up in his spine. He felt his legs and arms going numb. But all the while his brain was working, and all the while he kept thinking: I was wrong. I was so wrong to trust them. Jedi are all the same. They hate me. They hate everything and everyone but themselves. My master was right-- I shouldn't have trusted them. This Jedi wouldn't hesitate to kill me, none of them would-- not even her-- just like they didn't hesitate to kill my family. They're all the same. I shouldn't have trusted them.
Finn pulled the green electricty back into his body and, despite the obvious loss of energy he'd suffered, he dropped to his knees beside Jauché and raised his fist, barreling it into the small boy's face. Each punch was increasingly stronger and more hateful.
"You killed her," he whispered, before his voice, quivering with anger, rose to a shout. "You killed her!"
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Believe it or not, that green electricity is actually a Jedi power. I don't remember the name, but it's in Finn's bio, and you guys should look it up on Wookieepedia. It's awesome. Do whatever you want to Finn, though it might be best just to drag him away and let him cool down his jets on his own for a while. Then they should chain Jauché up and get some rest-- it's been a stressful day.
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Nov 26, 2012 4:24:02 GMT -5
Kaoru dashed to help the young sith boy from Finn's wrath, but was blinded by the bright green light that shot forth from Finn's hands. He covered his face, trying to shield the light, but it was little use. He blinked rapidly to clear away the lingering brightness, and he moved to stop the crazed padawan from beating the sith boy to death. He was beaten to it.
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Sarahi was used to brutality, but not like this. Not like this. She closed her eyes and looked away. So what if the sith dies? So what? One less in the world. A bright green flash. She watched the boy get electrocuted. Slowly, the boy's faced morphed into a face she hadn't seen in years. A face she so desperately tried to block out. Father...
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"Mummy!" Sarahi clung onto her mother's thigh armor, tears streaming down her cheeks. What was going on? So much chaos. Why was she scared? Where was her father? "I'm scared."
"Sarahi!" He mother scooped her up in her battle armor plated arms and pushed her towards the back exit of their house. "Stay low, stay hidden. If you see someone you don't know: Run. If you are in danger: Run. Be brave, my little warrior." Her mother unstrapped a blaster from her side and raced outside.
Sarahi placed a chair under to the room's window and climbed up to look outside. Chaos. Smoke. Fire. Father! He rushed at a figure cloaked in black, but before he could get within two arm lengths of the being, he was blasted backwards. And, instead of flying back and falling to the ground, he stopped in midair, clawing at his throat. "Father!" Sarahi cried, though he could not hear her. Bolts of blue lightning shot from the black being's hand and she could only look away as her father's life was taken from him.
The world became enveloped in flame.
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The deserve it. Their kind deserves to die. Sarahi swallowed and then shook her head. No...not like this. Not like this. "Stop it." She barely managed to say. Her fists clenched tightly. "Stop it!" She ran forward with a burst of speed and was on Finn in a blink of an eye.
Sarahi grabbed his fist that was preparing for another punch and she yanked Finn away from the sith boy with all her strength and with the use of the Force. She dragged him a few yards away and mustered enough power to throw him down against the floor, inched from a wall. She struggled to pin him down, and relied heavily on the Force to keep him there. "It's not right. Not this way. Not out of rage, not out of hate." Sarahi stared him down both eyes locked fiercely onto his. She lowered her voice so only he could hear. "I hate him too. His kind took more away from me than you could ever know. More than one person that I love. Many of them. They took my freedom. They took my face. My sight. My ability to live a normal life with feeling like a freak. I hate him too. I want all of his kind dead. Him dead too." She tried to hold back the tears, but the flowed not matter how hard she tried to stop them. "But...we are jedi. There is a time and a place for killing. It's not here. It's not now. Not when the grief is too near. Calm yourself Finn. Please. No more death right now." She gave him a solemn smile. "I don't want to see any more people suffer now. I don't want to see anymore pain."
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Let me know if I need to change anything Stella and Kendalia. I wanted to explore Sarahi's emotional side a little more, since we only see her as the "tough girl with an attitude problem".
EDIT: Just compared Arienna and Sarahi's profile and they are freakishly similar in some ways. Freckles across their nose, green eyes (though Arienna's are hazel, but close enough), both have brown hair, scars on their arms, small, and both are afraid of fire. Thought that was a little funny.
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Nov 26, 2012 14:59:19 GMT -5
It’s all your fault. The words were horrifying, but nonetheless, they flickered through her mind as that heartless reminder of what she was.
Astrid was never good enough. She never had been and she never would be. This was because of her, because he had trusted her.
Now, Sarahi had Finn pinned to the ground, the boy still raging like a monster. And the sith boy . . . the sith boy lay curled into himself, smoke still rising from his baking body, blood on his face, skin peeled to reveal a gash on his forehead from where he had hit the wall. And it was all because he had trusted her.
She knew that some of her padawan friends felt her guilt, she didn’t bother hiding it. But the emotion she did hide but definitely felt—was anger. Finn was a horrible man. He was a betrayer and he was filled with evil.
Going to where Sarahi and Finn were, she gently pushed Sarahi aside and went Finn got up, Astrid gazed up at the boy with steeled eyes. Carefully, she reached forward and set a hand on the side of his face. While her expression didn’t change, her lips twitched for a moment and her eyes grew dark.
You are filled with anger. You are filled with hate. It should have been you who died. Astrid spoke into Finn’s mind before dropping her hand and opening her mouth. “You do not deserve the right to live,” she whispered softly, though her words contained a certain poisonous tone that would have made anyone shiver, due to her lack of any emotion.
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It's all good. We need Finn to hurt Astrid, but I've set it up to happen, so no worries. Astrid's mad though, ha-ha. That doesn't happen often. I agree with Stella, we should chain up Jauche and let the characters rest (that way, Astrid can actually find out his name and heal him.). (And yeah, I noted that when I drew everyone, ha-ha.)
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Post by Stella on Nov 28, 2012 21:51:38 GMT -5
Finn continued to beat Jauché until someone pulled him off. He fought against the person, struggling hard, but he felt the cold pressure of the Force pin him to the ground, keeping him there as he looked up into the face of Sarahi.
"It's not right. Not this way. Not out of rage, not out of hate," she said, her eyes piercing into his, before lowering her voice. "I hate him too. His kind took more away from me than you could ever know. More than one person that I love. Many of them. They took my freedom. They took my face. My sight. My ability to live a normal life without feeling like a freak. I hate him too. I want all of his kind dead. Him dead, too."
Finn wondered why she wouldn't just let him kill the Sith, then! Why?! Why wouldn't they let him kill something so evil? Who cared if Finn was filled with hatred-- it was justified! They'd just killed the only person he had ever cared about. The only person he had ever trusted, and ever loved. Arienna was dead. Killing the Sith boy would be like killing a virus. Those who thought otherwise were too "pure" to see how twisted they really were.
"But-- we are Jedi. There is a time and a place for killing. It's not here. It's not now. Not when the grief is too near. Calm yourself Finn. Please. No more death right now." She gave him a solemn smile-- one that made him realize just how much she looked like little Ari. "I don't want to see any more people suffer now. I don't want to see anymore pain."
Finn, calmed for a single moment, took a deep breath and realized he was shaking. From anger, from sorrow, whatever it was-- it was strong, but it was slowly wearing off. When Sarahi released him, he slowly got up and took a shaky breath. He needed to collect his thoughts. He needed to figure out what the best reaction to Arienna's death was-- because after what Sarahi said, he was starting to think that maybe killing the Sith kid wasn't the best way to go about this. Maybe he just needed to get out of this Temple and think. He just needed to get away from everyone else.
Suddenly, though, the littlest Padawan of them all was standing in front of him, her hand on his face. He stared down at her in surprise.
You are filled with anger. You are filled with hate. It should have been you who died.
Then, even more to his surprise, Astrid dropped her hand and seethed in a venomous tone, "You do not deserve the right to live."
Finn, hardly believing his ears, felt anger seep back into him like a poison. Then he lifted his hand and slapped her hard. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he seethed, before whirling around, giving the Sith one last glare, and then picking up Arienna's body. He marched out of the room, shoving past Kaoru, before anyone could stop him. When he found a quiet, dark corner in another hall, he sat down with Ari's body in his arms.
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Jauché coughed and let out a groan, slowly pulling himself into a sitting position. He grabbed his head and spit out blood, wiping his mouth. He realized that his binds had fallen off when the crazed Padawan had electrocuted him-- and had the spit-second desire to run. But no, he couldn't run, because they would catch him. Then they would hurt him more.
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Poor little guy. Kendalia, I know that wasn't much, but he has a hard hand, haha. It probably drew some blood from her mouth. I don't know who has more binds to chain up Jauché, cuz his kind of got burnt off. Lol. I know! It's weird! I didn't realize that they looked so similar till just now. . .
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Nov 29, 2012 3:05:03 GMT -5
Sarahi watched Finn run off after Astrid spoke with him. He looked angry again. She stood up to go after him, but Cla'Tal caught her firmly by the shoulders. "Let it go for now." He looked down at her and wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumb. "You've managed to calm him down, which is enough." Sarahi sank to her knees and looked down at the floor. "What's the matter?"
"Cla'Tal..." She grabbed the sleeve of his tunic, "I'm exhausted."
"Now that we have a moment's peace," Kaoru cleared his throat and tried not to look at Finn, "I think it is best if we get some rest. We'll take shifts to stay alert for any approaching danger. I'll start out, the rest of you get some rest."
"Well, you heard him" Cla'Tal smiled at her with thin lips. A fake smile, but it helped a little. Sarahi sat back against the hard stone wall and rested her head on her knees. Cla'Tal sat down next to her and let out a sigh. Grabbing her shoulder, he pulled her down next to him so that her head was resting on his leg. "This will be more comfortable." Sarahi stared at nothing, wide-eyed in surprise but didn't argue. At this point, she was too tired to argue.
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Kaoru sighed, watching everyone settle down to rest. He caught a quick glance at Cla'Tal and Sarahi together, but kept and jealous thoughts buried deep in his mind. He joined Astrid by the young Sith apprentice's side. He was in bad shape, that was for sure. "I'm sorry this happened. You trusted us with your well-being and that trust was betrayed." Kaoru removed his black cloak and gave it to the sith boy. "This is all I have at the moment. I'm going to stand guard and also keep an eye on Finn. Astrid, take care of him." Kaoru said before leaving the two of them behind and out of sight.
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I move Astrid a bit Kendalia, if you don't mind. I just thought I'd help the story along.
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Nov 30, 2012 19:45:13 GMT -5
Astrid staggered when Finn slapped her—hard. She wasn’t entirely sure what she had wanted him to do, but it wasn’t that. Blood slipped from her lip and she looked up at him.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he seethed.
The words pressed Astrid in to an immobile state. She couldn’t speak or even go after Finn as he took up his friend’s body and disappeared. It was a lie—what she had said.
Because she had been in his place once.
It should have been me . . .
Astrid’s attention was drawn to the Sith boy when he coughed and sputtered out some blood. It should have been me . . . she immediately thought. This boy had trusted her and she should have jumped in sooner.
Silently going to the boy’s side with an enormous amount of courage, Astrid knelt by his side and assessed his injuries with a wince.
“I'm sorry this happened. You trusted us with your well-being and that trust was betrayed." Kaoru’s voice was clear and Astrid bent her head to the ground at the realization that he sounded just like her brother. She wanted to start crying and turn around and wrap her arms around him. She wanted him to tell her it wasn’t her fault that all of this had happened.
Astrid pulled her hood over her head so that there would be no chance Kaoru could see her emotions written out on her face. This was too much emotion for one day.
Kaoru removed his black cloak and gave it to the sith boy. "This is all I have at the moment. I'm going to stand guard and also keep an eye on Finn. Astrid, take care of him." And suddenly, they were alone. The sith boy was avoiding eye contact and yet Astrid was staring right at him, wide-eyed. Blood slipped down from her split lip, but the hood hid it, so she was okay. The boy, however . . . he had to be in great pain.
Take care of him. What was that supposed to mean? Tie him up and watch him?
Astrid carefully reached forward for the boy’s hands, which had burns from the binds that had fallen off from the electricity. When the boy pulled away, Astrid bit her lip and looked down.
After a moment she reached forward again and took the boy’s wrists. She closed her eyes as a greenish light appeared from her hands and wrapped around and into the boy’s wrists. When she opened her eyes, the burns were gone.
Looking behind herself, Astrid made sure no one was around and then took off her hood, glad that the boy’s hood was down too. She swallowed hard but couldn’t keep the tear from slipping down her face.
Avoiding his eyes, Astrid hesitantly reached out. She almost touched his gash, but then retracted her hand and shuddered. Pain—pain caused by her. How did she deserve the right to live? This boy . . . this sweet sith boy had not hurt them. He had trusted them.
Who’s side was she on?
Swallowing hard again, Astrid touched the boy’s face, feeling a flutter in her stomach as she did so. It took some effort to heal the boy and eventually she had to look into his eyes as she sucked his pain and gave him peace. When she was done, she knew what she had to do. Astrid sat back and studied the boy, for the first time, realizing that she was scared to do this. It was the right thing to do and he would be safe undoubtedly. She would suffer and yet, that’s not what she feared. She knew the smart thing to do would be to let him leave. Let him run away. And yet . . . she didn’t want never see his face again. In fact, she found she couldn’t breathe at the thought of never seeing the boy again. She . . . she liked this boy.
No . . . Astrid gave a short gasp to herself as she realized—she loved the boy.
For the first time, she spoke from her own understanding not for the group. “I am very sorry. I have betrayed you and you have suffered because of me. You must be very angry.” Taking a deep breath, Astrid felt a strange push—and she gently set her hand on the side of his face. “You did not deserve what has befallen you. If you run, I will not let them chase you. Please . . . please forgive me for the wrongs I have done to you.”
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Post by Stella on Dec 4, 2012 2:36:09 GMT -5
When Jauché was handed the cloak, he didn't know if he should take it or not. His eyes stung and his body ached from pain, he wasn't sure how a cloak would help with that. But either way, it would hide his bloody face, and it was, rather, a gesture of kindness.
Then Jauché turned to see that Astrid, the girl who had brought him here in the first place, was kneeling beside him. She was reaching for his wrists for some reason. He pulled away and tried to move away from her, but his body shot pain through him whenever he moved a muscle.
But Astrid reached for him again, and he sucked in a sharp breath in preparation for what was to come, shutting his eyes. However, he felt no pain, and when he looked down again-- was surprised to see that the deep burns that had covered his wrists were now gone-- healed. She had. . . healed him? Why? It was clear that all they wanted to do was hurt him-- so why waste time and heal him again afterwards?
Suddenly, Astrid looked around and then pulled down her hood, making him frown. Blood trickled down the side of her face-- blood from the Jedi who had hurt him, as well. Jauché felt an anger inside of him at seeing her hurt, though he did not understand what it was. It just made him angry.
But the malice was soon replaced with sorrow-- when a tear slipped down Astrid's face. Why was she crying? Jauché wondered what the violent swings of emotions inside of him were coming from, and what was causing them? Why did he feel so sad when she cried, and feel so angry when she bled? Why did he feel grateful to her for healing him, even though it probably just meant he would feel more pain the next time they beat him? Why? Why . . . why did he care about her, at all?
His eyes widened when, suddenly, she was reaching for his face. What was she going to do? Slap him? Hurt him somehow?
But no. . . she retracted her hand and looked down at it, swallowing hard. He could tell she felt deeply conflicted. But about what? About him? He briefly wondered if she was wondering whether or hurt him or heal him. He didn't know which he expected from her-- his mind, his experience, told him she would hurt him. But his heart, his innocenct soul, told him she would heal him. He was split in half, unsure which side to choose; unsure which side of himself was the right one.
His scared eyes rested on Astrid as she reached for him again. And when her fingers touched his face, he winced and pulled in a sharp breath, swallowing hard. He was afraid of what she would do next. But, as fate would have it, he felt . . . better. She was healing him, he realized, and she was pulling his pain away from him. Jauché began to feel almost light-hearted, and certainly not so scared. He didn't feel angry anymore or even sad-- just neutral. He didn't know what to feel.
He did know, however, that when she pulled her hand away from him. . . something inside of him told him not to let her.
"I am very sorry. I have betrayed you and you have suffered because of me. You must be very angry." Astrid took a deep breath-- and set her hand on his face. He stiffened and felt his cheeks redden a little. "You did not deserve what has befallen you. If you run, I will not let them chase you. Please . . . please forgive me for the wrongs I have done to you."
Jauché just sat there, staring at her. Everything inside of him was telling him different things, telling him to run, telling him to scream, but mostly: telling him to stay right where he was.
"I'm not angry," he said very softly. "Not at you. I forgive you." It felt weird, hearing those words come from his own mouth. "You have not harmed me." Not her, but other Jedi. He swallowed hard. "Thank you. . . for healing me."
The blood on her face, and small bruise forming on her cheek, caught his eye and he looked down at the small wound. She had stood up for him, he knew that, even though he hadn't heard her words. She was being kind to him-- unlike anyone or anything else that he had ever come across before. She would let him go, she would spare his life. Because she was kind.
Hesitantly, Jauché lifted his hand and tentatively rested two fingers on the corner of her lips, very gently. A shiver ran down his spine upon touching her face for some reason, and he couldn't look her directly into her truthful eyes. A soft, red glow began on her face and spread through her veins across her cheek, mending her face back together. Slowly, his fingers slipped away from her face, though he felt his heart tell him to leave his fingers against her lips.
As he stared at her, his cheeks suddenly reddened at the obvious truth that he hadn't noticed before: she was very beautiful.
Jauché looked down, away from her eyes. "Why are you kind to me?" he asked softly. "You are not like the other Jedi. They took away everything that I loved. . . but you have shown me kindness. Why?"
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Dec 4, 2012 16:00:46 GMT -5
Astrid watched, slightly fearful, as the sith boy lifted his hand and hesitantly placed two fingers against her lips. She shuddered as no one had ever touched her lips, or even her face in a long while, excluding Finn, who had harmed her. She felt the Force within the boy’s fingers, not good but not dark—neutral. Then, he pulled away and stared at her for several moments, making her look at the ground bashfully before looking into his eyes.
Then the boy looked down. “Why are you kind to me?” he asked softly. “You are not like the other Jedi. They took away everything that I loved . . . but you have shown me kindness. Why?”
Astrid swallowed hard and followed the boy’s gaze. What she was about to say was opposite of what she had been taught. “You are not like the other Sith. I have tried to show you kindness because it is right . . . and because you are innocent,” she whispered, hesitantly looking at him as if expecting a harsh reaction. “Your heart is very big and your actions are very kind. Every decision you have made has protected us . . . me. No one has ever tried to save me from harm, not even my allies . . . your heart is very beautiful.”
The boy seemed about to answer, but instead, Astrid spoke again.
“What is your name?” she asked, looking him in the eyes, her own eyes sparkling with their vivid green shade. “I know my promises must seem empty to you, but I will protect your name if you tell me—I promise.”
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Dec 5, 2012 0:28:42 GMT -5
Kaoru closed his eyes, but kept his mind open. It had only taken a few short minutes for everyone to fall asleep. It was peaceful, for the most part. He was tired as well, but everyone else needed rest; he could go on for a lot longer. He opened one eye and glanced at Astrid and the Sith boy; that was under control. He allowed himself to glance at Sarahi and Cla'Tal. Kaoru looked away.
Warmth spread to his cheeks while a chill crawled up his back. What was this feeling? He wanted to protect Sarahi, and seeing her with the Idiot set him on edge. He rested his head on his knees and stared at the floor. "Someday you will understand Kaoru. Your loyalties will pull you one way, and your heart the other. Keep a close eye on your little girl padawan friend. You'll know what I mean someday."
Kaoru flinched away and his clenched his fists and then loosened them. His second masterhad abandoned him, and for what? What did he mean that his heart would someday pull him away from his loyalties? Away from the Order? His heart was all for the Jedi Order. That's all he ever wanted to be! It was the reason he had left his home and pursued his first master.
"What's troubling you Kaoru?" A voice echoed in his mind.
"Master...I don't know. I have all these feelings inside of me that shouldn't be here. Jedi should have feelings." Kaoru answered in his head back to his master.
"Do you believe that, Kaoru? Do you really believe that Jedi have no feelings? That we should be empty shells that take orders to keep peace?"
"Well...when you put it like that..."
"Our compassion drives us to protect the innocent. Our mercy keeps up from killing those who deserve to die. Our courage allows up to dive into depths unknown and rise up as leaders. Your fear Kaoru, is the one thing that keeps you from becoming a Sith. Love, teaches us to put others before ourselves. To give up our wants and even our needs for the sake of the greater good." His first master smiled at him.
"No wonder they called you a gray jedi..." Kaoru narrowed his eyes.
"True." His master let out a deep, throaty laugh. "I'm always here of you need me Kaoru. Look into your heart and there you will find your answers."
"If only..." Kaoru whispered to himself. "If only I could be like you..."
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Post by Stella on Dec 9, 2012 1:57:17 GMT -5
"You are not like the other Sith. I have tried to show you kindness because it is right-- and because you are innocent," Astrid whispered, looking up at him. He realized that he was staring at her, and he blinked to try to clear his vision. She was staring at him like she expected him to grow upset with her-- but in reality, he didn't know how to respond. He'd never been called innocent before. "Your heart is very big and your actions are very kind. Every decision you have made has protected us . . . me. No one has ever tried to save me from harm, not even my allies . . . your heart is very beautiful."
Beautiful? He thought, confused. She's thinks my heart is beautiful? But. . . she's a Jedi. I am a Sith. Shouldn't she hate me? Shouldn't. . . shouldn't I hate her? Instead I just feel all tingly inside when I look at her. I don't know what it means. But I know it makes me want to protect her-- from my Master, and from the other Jedi. I want her to be safe.
He realized that his mouth was hanging slightly open in shock, but he quickly shut it when she began speaking again.
"What is your name?" She asked, looking at him again. He was a little taken aback by the question-- but more so from the fact that she had dazzling green eyes. They sparkled in the dim light of the room and reflected off her smooth, green skin. "I know my promises must seem empty to you, but I will protect your name if you tell me-- I promise."
He stared at her for a moment. She was so curious to him. She confused him greatly. But . . . but he loved the fact that Astrid was confusing-- it meant she wasn't a normal Jedi. She was different-- special. She was kind and careful, quite, and caring. That must have been what confused him the most: she cared about him. Why did Astrid care about him? Why did she care to know his name?
"Jauché," he said softly, staring into her eyes. "My name is Jauché."
Astrid smiled; it took the breath out of him. It was beautiful, and dazzling, and kind, and. . . wonderful. He loved it, he realized. He loved her smile. He wished it would stay, but it didn't linger on her dark lips for long.
"I still don't understand," he suddenly whispered, "I don't understand you. I am a Sith; you are a Jedi. That is the way things are. Aren't we enemies? Shouldn't we be fighting? I've always hated fighting, but isn't that what they teach us to do-- fight? Why do you not try to kill me? I don't understand why you would want to know my name. As soon I show you the way out of here. . . then we're going to be fighting again. What's the point?"
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Dec 9, 2012 2:37:52 GMT -5
The Sith boy seemed lost in thought for a moment before he replied softly, “Jauché.” He then looked into her eyes. “My name is Jauché.”
Astrid couldn’t help but smile. The boy was no longer just ‘The Sith Boy.’ In fact, Astrid realized, instead of pasting onto him that he was a murderer, he now had a name—an identity other than which side of the Force he was trained on. However, her smile quickly faded.
"I still don't understand," Jauché suddenly whispered, "I don't understand you. I am a Sith; you are a Jedi. That is the way things are. Aren't we enemies? Shouldn't we be fighting? I've always hated fighting, but isn't that what they teach us to do-- fight? Why do you not try to kill me? I don't understand why you would want to know my name. As soon I show you the way out of here . . . then we're going to be fighting again. What's the point?"
“Maybe that’s it,” Astrid replied quietly. “Maybe you are not supposed to be a Sith. Maybe that is not the way things should be. Why must we be enemies? Because I am on this side and you are on that? Why must what they teach us be right? It is not that you are a Sith and I am a Jedi. The way it should be is that I am Astrid and you are Jauché. I do not believe in killing those who are innocent or have innocence within them and it is my belief that all beings have innocence within them.”
Astrid glanced behind her before leaning close to Jauché. “I care about you because my heart tells me to, Jauché. You are different and you are special. I will protect you from my kind, no matter the cost. There is something about you,” Astrid said, looking him straight in the eyes. After a moment, she allowed a subtle smile. “You have the ability to do great things. I will not let my allies hinder that. I promise I will take care of you.”
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Dec 10, 2012 22:25:21 GMT -5
Jedi were at their weakest when they were in pain. When they had experienced emotional pain. The boy would prove useful in the last legs of the Jedi's test. Yes, he knew about the training exercise. In fact, he had manipulated the Jedi into coming to this place and letting them fall into his trap. It was too easy, they didn't expect it that one of their own was working within their ranks, corrupting the minds of the younglings and padawans. It was genius really. And, he could get away with it too because the padawans dying in the abondoned Sith temple, that actually skillfully harbored Sith apprentices and heir master, wasn't a farfetched story. It would be labeled as a giant accident.
However, when the assassins that he had trained died, his plans were almost foiled. Then the boy. The boy named Finn he was the key to his success in this plan. He approached he boy silently, cloaking his presence in the Force. The boy cradled his dead love in his arms. The perfect moment. From the darkness he let out a long, understanding sigh. "The Jedi have no idea what it is like to lose someone you love. What's worse is that they sided with the boy that caused the death of the one that is dear to you. They tell you your feelings are wrong. Feelings like love and sorrow lead to the dark side. But, the dark side enlightens he mind, allows these things that are so foreign to the Jedi." The boy seemed intent to listen to what he ha to say. He was hooked, time to reel him in. "The ones that you thought were on your side betrayed you. They let her die, and hey didn't care. They turned against you, so why do they deserve your loyalty? It is time to take your revenge. Join me and take your revenge on the ones who betray you." He stepped into the log and lifted his hands to his hood. "I know the Jedi and they will be confused by your betrayal, and my own. You will have power over all of them." He pulled his hood down to reveal his face to Finn. "They know me as Master Narrous, but we are not who we seem. I am the Sith Lord. Join me Finn, and you will neve again have to lose the ones you love."
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Much time had passed, and everything was quiet. Exhaustion threatened to take over as his head bobbed up and down. His eyes felt heavy, but he had to....stay.......awake........ There was a hand on his shoulder, and Kaoru nearly jumped out of his skin. Sarahi smiled down at him. "I'll take the next watch, I don't really need to sleep anymore." She smirked. "Besides, by the way you reacted, I'm sure that you are tired."
"Thanks Sarahi." Kaoru rested his head on his arms and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
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If you have questions please PM me. This isn't going to go down right away so our two love birds will have time to develop heir relationship a little better. I thought I would help the story along by introducing the Sith Lord and having him try to win Finn over to his side.
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Post by Stella on Dec 20, 2012 23:07:15 GMT -5
Jauché felt heat rise to his cheeks a little when Astrid leaned closer to him. Her eyes. . . they were just so beautiful. He found himself lost in them, and wished he could stay like that forever. "I care about you because my heart tells me to, Jauché. You are different and you are special. I will protect you from my kind, no matter the cost. There is something about you," Astrid said, looking into his eyes, which only made him love hers more. Astrid allowed a small, sparkling smile. "You have the ability to do great things. I will not let my allies hinder that. I promise I will take care of you." Take care of him. He'd never had anyone take care of him before. Not since his mother, who had been killed many years ago. No one had ever cared enough to take care of him. No one. . . no one had loved him enough to take care of him. Jauché found himself wondering if Astrid truly did care about him. He wondered if. . . maybe. . . maybe she loved him. But that was preposterous. "Thank you," he said softly, "Astrid, I promise I'll take care of you, too. I won't let anybody hurt you. I will keep you safe," he slowly added, whispering, "always." ~~~ Finn's eyes widened. Master Narrous? The Sith Lord? He felt himself enthralled with the words the man had spoken. He felt himself reveling in them-- wondering if they could be true. Could it be possible that Finn could join this man? He felt, almost, like he had joined him already. He was already a part of the man, and Master Narrous was already a part of him. "There is only one problem," Finn said softly, calm and cold, "there is no one else I love." Standing, he made his decision. He was done with being pushed down by the Jedi. They never had cared for him, they never had cared for Arienna. Therefore, he didn't care for them. "Tell me what I must do," Finn growled." ~~~ Master Narrous is like, 'well, that was easy.' Finn is easy to win. Lol. Just give me a heads up about any plot twists you have in mind or anything
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Dec 20, 2012 23:50:50 GMT -5
"Thank you," Jauché said softly, "Astrid, I promise I'll take care of you, too. I won't let anybody hurt you. I will keep you safe," he slowly added, whispering, "always."
Astrid found herself swallowed in the boy’s words. They sounded so genuine. Suddenly, she felt an impulse—it was pushing her closer to him, closer to his face. It was a strong impulse and Astrid didn’t quite understand it, not until she glanced down at his lips—and pulled herself away.
What was she thinking? Was she insane? How could she even have that kind of thought. Sure, she considered the boy her friend, but . . . was this love? Love was banned for the Order. Love of anyone—especially someone on the wrong side.
It doesn’t matter which side, it matters where his heart lies, Astrid thought before flashing Jauché a smile that was innocent and sweet. “That means more than you know,” she said softly. “Stay here. You will be safe.”
With that, Astrid shakily stood and brushed herself off, going out to where the others were. “Kaoru,” she started to say, but she quickly realized the only person awake was Sarahi. Quickly, she bowed her head to the ground, even though she felt as though the older girl could read her thoughts anyhow, which were obsessively swirling around Jauché. “Sarahi,” she said, her voice barely audible. She tried to sound casual, but her thoughts were scaring her. “Sarahi, when it comes to clearing ones mind, how should one go about it? Sometimes it is necessary after such events to do so.”
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Jan 3, 2013 21:48:38 GMT -5
Narrous could not believe his luck. Normally persuading someone to become a sith was a lot harder, not to mention, a lot of the time, messy. The was so unnaturally easy, it took all Narrous had to keep from cracking a grin. This boy was probably an idiot. And, while he would have preferred his jedi apprentice over the nimrod sobbing over the loss of his dearly beloved, there was now way Kaoru would have ever turned to the dark side so easily. Yes, for now he would work with what he had. "Then we begin your training now." Narrous said in a low voice. "The pain, the sorrow of lost love, the hate...embrace it. The jedi are void of feeling, that is their greatest weakness. The Sith, we draw our power from all of our emotions. By embracing the emotions that the Jedi push away, you will become more free and more powerful than you have ever been." Narrous faded back into the darkness. He looked over his shoulder at Finn and then turned away, "We must hurry, before we are sensed by the young padawans." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sarahi pretended no to notice Astrid approaching them, and she looked the other way, hoping that she would be left alone. “Kaoru,” Astrid said. Kaoru stirred, but did not wake. Why did she want to talk to Kaoru? The hairs on Sarahi's arms stood on end, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. “Sarahi,” Astrid corrected herself by talking to the only awake person, which happened to be herself. “Sarahi, when it comes to clearing ones mind, how should one go about it? Sometimes it is necessary after such events to do so.” Sarahi...had not been expecting that. She didn't move or say anything while she wracked her brain for an answer. What did she do? She looked at Kaoru. When ever she thought about him in ways that a Jedi shouldn't, she took it upon herself to vent it out upon him in a brutal training exercise with him. She made sure that he felt the pain equivalent to the stress that thinking about him made her feel. But, Astrid was a better Jedi in the area of dealing with unwanted emotions, so she couldn't say that. "Well, when I have something on my mind, I think about it until I come to a conclusion. If all else fails, I train and think through all different battle situations." She paused and smiled at herself. "I'm not a normal Jedi though...." Because I'm a Mandalorian, she thought to herself. "So, I may not be the best person to ask. Kaoru's asleep, but Cla'Tal might be awake. Cla'Tal isn't as battle minded as I am. His master is always tell him to clear his head of things like rainbows, or flowers, starry nights, anything that really has to do with love and romance." Sarahi paused again, and decided to add more. "But, he's had a lot of loss in his life, so situations like losing Arienna aren't new to him. He's had to give a lot up too. He doesn't talk about it, but I'm sure that he has to clear his mind a lot. Don't feel bad if you wake him, he's always ready to talk to someone. I'm sorry I can't be more of a help to you...." _______________________________________ I'm back! Sorry guys, I've been on vacation since the 17th, and I've finally recovered from being in the car for almost a solid week. Back to writing.
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