"No, no!" Jelena says to herself, as she relives her dream. "They cannot fight on! What madness have they fallen to?!"
Jelena tries to remain defensive, but finds herself cutting down more and more men as they rush to blast her down or spear her with farm tools.
"General! What do we do?" Jelena asks, keeping close to him.
(Roan, if you have Force pool, try to use Blow to increase your strength, if you have it! Volun seems to be quite formidable...)
Sweat is pouring off you with effort, Roan. You cannot seem to gracefully flip him over this time. You can't stop him...
... but then suddenly you can. Straining to your utmost, you manage to push the knife away and roll over.
You leap to your feet acrobatically, as Volun turns back upwards.
From somewhere, you hear a great shout; a loud yell that chills you. But in the heat of the battle, hearing it for a split second, you ignore it.
Suddenly, your sabre is in your hand, called across the room by sheer instinct as every move you make seems to work with perfect timing.
And then you arc the sabre over your head to bring down the death blow.
Anaz is not listening to you, Jelena. All around you is a whirl of desperate combat that you suddenly find yourself unable to understand.
The chaos of the fight means nothing. There is just you now, and your opponent. He is armed with a gun, and before you know it, you have bisected it.
You also have the most dreadful headache.
"I have failed them!" Gallagher shouts, tears coming to his eyes. "I can sense it, Andro!" He drops his lightsaber, the weapon clattering to the ground. "I have failed them both! My friends! Their danger is too great!"
Gallagher falls to his knees. "Go, Andro...just...find Varm! I will be with you, when I can..." Gallagher stares upwards, and tries to close his eyes and gather his senses.
What is happening?! Why is this happening?! Now, of all times!
There's no way out, Jelena. All around you is a wall of non-possibility. There is only one course of action you feel you can take; to stay in the fight, and you have but one foe.
He has fallen to the ground, surprised at the loss of his weapon. Like all such idiots, they never expect how deadly a Jedi is no matter how often they see it.
A willpower roll from Jelena is required to not kill her foe.
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For a few moments, Jelena, you are in blackness. Then in a rush, you see a dozen images all at once.
A spaceship enters hyperspace in dock, and detonates in a spectacular explosion, taking the whole station with it. This first act in a major event causes a pulse to flow through the Galaxy... but few can feel it.
At the top of a mighty citadel in a huge town under siege, a Jedi dies, slain by his own Master. For a moment, you catch a glimpse of Xeth- looking younger and somewhat less careworn than today. One of his legs seems blurry and indistinct.
Grans die all around you in a three way war in the lobby of a huge building. Something indistinct strides past you, with an inner power that you cannot understand.
A planet of killers. A planet of thieves. A planet of smugglers.
A cold, distant planet, long forgotten, that should never be touched, for all that touch it receive a cold burn that lingers. A legacy that goes back a long long time.
And in all of these, an element of truth to you now.
But more. A distant planet; a starfighter battles in the atmosphere. A planet full of golden wheat, taller than any man, and a deadly game of hunting goes on within, and you feel a strange mix of fear and possibility.
A distant world with a mountain surveying all around.
And a strange desert full of huge, sharp jagged stones, on a planet you cannot see. A plea, and a new path.
And then more images, over and over and over, faster than you can see or comprehend- but one that sticks in your mind, the most terrible of all. On a world you have never seen before, you are surrounded by warriors in white, and a moment more terrible than any before.
And at that moment, at the very end, you give out a loud cry of distress.
"KUYLEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
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Anaz shoots down the enemy behind you. In front of you, there is no-one, because you just scattered eleven people in the most gargantuan force push you ever performed in your life- including your unarmed foe, stunned, but alive.
"That's the spirit," says Anaz. "But no need to go TOO far."
...
How will you know when you have gone too far?
You drop to your knees, Jelena. A sensation washes over you, and for the first time since the ship arrived in this system, you feel free.
It's not like having a blindfold removed... more like breaking the surface of the water, after years of being tied down in the deep, unable to breathe, or see or hear or smell properly. Now all is clear.
Your eyes are closed as you finally feel it; trying to hide itself from you, obscure itself form you, until it's work was done.
There is a disturbance in the Force here
Your eyes flick open.
You are standing now in the middle of the most insane battle of your life. All around you, crazed maniacs are trying to kill each other.
"Stop... STOP!" you yell, But no-one hears. You are cold and shivering, as you feel the sheer power of the Dark Side.
The Dark Side... infecting EVERYONE here. Their thoughts, their actions, turning them towards fear, anger, hatred... even the Jedi. But HOW? And...
...
Roan!