Revan Story - my first one(sorry wrong forum)
bare with it. its quite long but i have the excuse of it being my first!
4000 years before the rise of the Galactic Empire, on a remote planet . . .
The place was dark, unmoving with a stale stench that weighed down Caste’s eyes.
‘Anything they’re my padawan?’ a voice called from his left.
‘No, just more Sith hieroglyphics on the wall. Anything you’re way master.’ He replied.
‘No, my padawan. I’m becoming concerned, we’ve no reply from Master Dorus for the last three hours.’ The voice drew closer and the tall, slight form of Master Akcalade came into view.
‘However we must be mindful padawan.’ Ackalade’s arm touched his shoulder. They withdrew from the dark tomb, steeping vigilantly towards the sun soaked plaza outside.
‘I don’t like this place master, it makes me uncomfortable.’ Caste’s looked towards his master.
‘Were not supposed to Caste, It was made by the ancient sith and it was made for their empire.’ The reassurance came back after a brief pause of anxiety.
Caste was no longer paying attention. He felt it, a dark presence and a cry in the force.
‘Master, I sense . . .’ Caste let his words ring.
‘I felt it too. It’s Dorus, he’s gone.’ Akcalade grasped his comlink.
‘Master Siesas, something’s happened out to Dorus’ He called tentatively into the device, yet still clam as ever.
‘We know, it was a bad idea for him to search alone. We must rendezvous at the landing pattern.’ Returned the elegant voice of the female Twi’lek master. Caste looked around anxiously, the ruins of temples wrought in the shadow under the dying sun.
‘I agree, our task was reconnaissance, there is something here, whether this is who were searching for or not, Akcalade out.’ He placed the comlink back under his robe. He looked about the smoulder of ruins for a second.
‘We must go padawan, it seems that we have interrupted our quarry’s study of the temples, now he will surely make check our numbers.’
‘You’re certain that he is here Master,’ Caste looked around uneasily, studying the temples again, ‘I don’t sense him.’
‘He is here padawan, and his study has been interrupted. We need to make haste. Run’ and Akcalade sprang away, Caste fast behind.
They leapt over inconceivably large fissures in the dry ground, a blur of motion. They made their way up the darkening valley, trying to reach the landing pad, where they would meet the other groups.
They made good progress and were nearly to the top when –
‘Akcalade, Akcalade, my padawan, he is gone …’
‘Master Terun, what happened?’ Akcalade said into his comlink as they stopped.
‘My padawan is gone, I don’t know where … I’m near the pad and …’ the panicking master stopped.
Akcalade’s expression changed to a dark foreboding one.
‘Padawan, we must reach the summit now, but remember the Force is your ally, and you must trust in it. Now let’s go.’ And he leapt on, drawing on the mystical energy that held all life together, passing up steep rock formations with ease. Caste followed silently.
‘We’re here master, but no sign of the others.’ Caste called, finding his feet on flat ground for the first time in hours, wiping sweat from his forehead.
‘Indeed so, keep your mind here padawan.’ Akcalade reassured, stroking his beard softly.
The sun had drained away entirely now and the horizon was now a picture of jagged blackness etched into an orange sky.
‘Master Akcalade, We made it.’ An elegant voice called from the other side of the landing pad. The Twi’lek Jedi Siesas and her padawan Ira paced across the platform, the padawan glancing behind her awkwardly.
‘We must go, were being followed.’ She said.
‘The others?’ Akcalade asked.
‘Gone, Akcalade it’s him. But he’s toying with us, we must leave now!’ She said painfully, her face stricken with grave panic.
‘Agreed.’ Said Akcalade quickly and ushered Caste to prepare the Republic shuttle on the landing platform.
‘Master, are you okay?’ Siesas’ padawan asked as her master began to cough, clutching her throat. Akcalade grabbed for his lightsaber, igniting the cobalt blade while trying to hold Siesas steady.
All of a sudden Siesas’ padawan was flung up from the platform and spat back down, her neck breaking instantly as she tumbled down.
Akcalade quickly looked back towards the ready shuttle, Caste waiting at the controls.
Akcalade slowly let the form of Siesas float to the floor as life was choked out of her and turned to the shuttle cockpit.
‘Go!’ he shouted at Caste, raising his lightsaber, grey beard floating in the winds.
But Caste would not move. At the edge of a platform a dark shape had risen up, the shape of a cloaked human rising slowly.
‘Revan!’ he gasped. His master stood there, sabre ready and waited. The dark knight stood their, drenched in shadow until a gauntleted hand reached under the robes and returned holding the hilt of a lightsaber. A jet of red light rose from his hand and he began a slow walk towards an awaiting Akcalade. Yet Caste still stood there, about to witness his fatherly masters death.
Akcalade made the first move. He was a strong duellist, past his prime but still great and unyielding and he methodically slashed and turned into his opponent. Revan hardly seemed to care; he was toying with the great Jedi like a doll, effortlessly blocking the attacks. Then Revan flashed into life, powerfully bringing his sabre into Akcalade’s, the Jedi weapon less. Revan brought his blade into Akcalade’s chest with little remorse. Caste stared hard. His master was no more. In his moment of anger he swept out of the shuttle and ignited his own cobalt lightsaber, ready for his own death. He began to lunge at his master’s killer. But he stopped. Revan was merely standing there, lightsaber gone. He looked at Caste, the faceless mask holding it’s own stare. Caste realised he could not compete with the Dark Lord of the Sith, his fate was already laid before him. He would join Revan and follow him until the galaxies end. He laid his lightsaber down before him and kneeled. The warrior walked slowly to him. Caste could feel the power of the Dark Lord and could taste it, this was what he wanted. Power . . .