My short story...
chroinicle 1
The Chronicles of the Fallen Apprentice
Introduction
“Through the blood of the weak I find strength….”
The Force has preyed upon my body for many years. It has eaten my flesh and made my blood curdle; it gave no mercy to my conscience. I was a slave to the power I could not touch, it was uncontrollable, and I discovered myself lingering in constant neutrality, unable to pursue the tremendous power that I felt inside of me, and unable to know where it would lead. But now I see the passions that it longed for. It searched inside me looking for the true Jedi underneath the lies the council had bestowed upon me. I will not fight it any longer, for it has found the strength that it seeks in me. The strength of the dark side. I will use it to my advantage only and will not aid others in need, because the Force found me and me alone. I alone have the power and strength to pursue the great wisdom it has given me, no one else is as strong as I. I have become powerful, so powerful that the force now bows down to me, and serves me at my pleasure. There is no greater reward than striking down your opponent mercilessly without hesitation, and bathing in the glory that reigns down upon you through the blood that was spilled in the process. The weak and innocent will naturally be wiped out by the strong, which is the way of the universe. They will grovel, begging for mercy at the hands of the willful and strong, and they will be struck down in the process and the dark will continue to soar through the galaxy, killing off the tender-hearted souls that infect the bordering systems, and I will continue to fill the worlds with terror and death until my own death has come. Sky Vendor, was a strong Jedi. He led countless assaults on the Sith across the far reaches of the galaxy. His experience made him wise in the ways of war and his saber had met the demise of many dark Jedi. The elder council looked upon him as a passionate and willful leader of the Jedi. Throughout his career he commended the deeds of the light, constantly claiming that the Force will discover the true strength within every Jedi, and only through the light and with patience will you discover its full potential in the end. That is where his weakness overran him and pulled him down into the depths of near insanity. A whole life cannot be wasted finding the true glory of the Force, there will be no time to use the tremendous power that you have discovered in the end. Only through the dark can you achieve the complete stability of the Force in enough time to use it to your advantage. His strength soon diminished into a fragment of what it was in his prime, and he became weak.
At the time when his sanity was slipping was when I became his apprentice. In the beginning stages of my training, I became more knowledgeable about the Force than my own master, yet I could not defeat him with my saber, for his skills were more advanced then mine, and oh how I longed to defeat him one day. The first time I battled him was a powerful one. I remember the flickering lights of the sabers clashing together and whirling around as if independent from our control. So many battles within our minds had been executed, yet I could feel his weakness. I pushed his mind to the most extreme circumstances through the power of the Force, but somehow he managed to distract me with his lightsaber, but I continued to attempt to halt his mind. Eventually, I got too focused on his mind and lost patience with the battle attempting to strike him down, but in the midst of doing so, I lost my weapon.
“Good…… good.” he said to me.
“That was very good Raydan, but you needed to focus more on your saber and defense skills for the time being. Your weakness lies in your determination to dominate the mind while your saber skills are lagging behind you. You must use your saber skills and your mind powers to defeat your opponent, not one primarily. When using your mind, you must learn to use high defense levels with your lightsaber, otherwise you get distracted and you have opened up a weakness. Once you have accomplished these skills, then you are naturally able to defend yourself while using your mind to push your opponent to defeat.”
“Yes Master Vendore. I will try.”
“Good, you are making great headway my young apprentice.”
I remember the utter disappointment I felt, but I knew at the time he was more skilled then I. I couldn’t help to dwell on the instance I gained near domination of his mind during the duel, wondering how powerful I had become to achieve such power, I soon realized that I was almost more powerful than my master even at early apprenticeship. We traveled together for many years along the Outer Rim fighting many creatures of the dark by order of the Jedi Council. I loved battle. I loved feeling the force rushing through my body, but I didn’t like being on defense all the time, I liked to strike first, yet I knew that a Jedi would never do so. The beginning of the Clone Wars meant that the Jedi Council found themselves in a difficult position. Soon the council was focused on keeping the Republic in order rather than keeping a close eye on the development of the new generation of Jedi. I found myself on countless missions, destroying the Separatists in surrounding systems under close watch by Master Vendor. Each mission made me more powerful and cunning in battle, and through the efforts of the light, I achieved greater darkness.
Part 1: The Assault on Sancton
The Council instructed us to travel to Sancton, a world completely crawling with murderers, bounty hunters and other scum. The city of Granteiien, the evil heart of Sancton, was suspected of illegal trade with the Separatists. In exchange for a hefty sum of credits they would export munitions and weaponry, making them all the more powerful. Tarragon Wiezser, a Twi’lek from Coruscant, was the city’s biggest crime lord. His main export was battle droid sensory enhancers, which increased the battle droids ability to target enemies. We were ordered to go to Granteiien, and bring down the crime lord, also destroying the factory where the B.S.E.’s were constructed. On the loading deck of the Coruscant landing bay, Master Vendore and I prepared for departure. The entire docking bay was crawling with life. Droids, bounty hunters, aliens, humanoids-all were present in this particular bay for it was publicly shared. We walked towards our ship and stood in front of her, wallowing at her beautiful yet beat up likeness.
“Ah, the Crimson Eagle, she hasn’t let us down yet has she?” Vendore spoke with a triumphant tone.
“She’s quite a ship I must agree.”
“She can outrun any vessel in the galaxy……”
“Oh I know master; she has quite unbeatable records I must say...”
“Yep, she can make .8 past light speed.”
We both wallowed in the beauty of our ship for awhile, when a quirky protocol droid with maroon-colored outer- plating approached us. “Master Vendor!” he said with his rustic voice.
“Yes?”
He waddled up to us with his little joints screeching to his movements and stood in front of my Master.
“I am DW-57, protocol droid at your service. I’ve been instructed by the council to travel with you to Sancton under your grace.”
“What is your primary function?” Vendore asked.
“…To be your informant on the distant world of Sancton that you plan to venture to. I am fluent in over six million forms of communication; I will be your primary translator.”
“We don’t really need a droid do we……?” I asked.
“Can you speak the ancient Lidian language Broteiie?” Master asked.
“Why yes sir, like I said before, I am fluent in over six million forms of-”
“-Well if it is instructed by the Council then so be it. All right D-W, you may board at
once.” He said to the fidgety droid.
“-Yes master.” The droid left and ran off to enter the ship.
“That’s great, another droid to worry about.” I said
“Well… he might help us in the long run.”
“But Master…they agitate my very soul. They are the scum of the galaxy and I completely disagree with the council!” I joked.
Before boarding the ship, I spotted an old man across the way lurking underneath the ship as if looking for something. He had an enormous scar that dominated the front portion of his face, not very pleasant to look at. He looked curiously angry at something, unless it was that disfiguring flesh that made him appear that way, but nevertheless I was spiteful. “Master Vendor, who is that stark man under the ship?”
“Him? Um…oh, h-he’s the new pilot of our ship, his name is Dock. Interesting fellow, he was a bounty hunter for the republic years ago, excellent flying skills.”
“He’s very……odd, not to mention He looks like his bad news.”
“Well I wouldn’t worry about him, he’s very much on the Republic’s side. I wouldn’t approach him with to many questions though; he’s very reserved about things.”
“Why?”
“--Don’t know. I suppose he’s seen a lot of death in his life, one who finds them self in those kinds of situations often tend to push their feelings aside, making them very independent and easily irritable.”
“I see.”
I looked at the man once again as he disappeared behind some cargo. We boarded the ship and lifted off towards the stars. Before long we arrived in Granteiien. The droid,
Master Vendore and I headed for a nearby hidden Republic base called ‘the bantha’s layer’. We had to make our way through the turbulent streets of the underworld in order to reach our destination. “We should be extra cautious on these streets, there’s no telling what might happen, so stick together.” Sky said to us as we left the hangar bay, heading towards the streets. Agonizing moans filled the atmosphere, both distant