AN: A short thing I decided to write - the first of three chapters. Inspired by the old game and...
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So you lewd the Holocron??
I have no idea what's going on but consider me very very interested
Good God this will be chaos. . . . .I like it, a great start and I hope you have plenty of ideas for continuing this beyond just one more chapter.
Huh. That's... one way to kick the local stagnancy in the dick. Not the way I would have chosen, definitely, but it's a way. I am, however, curious to know the context in which our MC is able to rise to this kind of power and competance without disturbing canon until this moment.
Its more like I made it unnecessary embarrassing
It's interesting though you're missing some simple grammar mistakes. Like missing words in a few spots. I'd recommend reading your updates out loud for a final proof read before posting.
on the story itself... I find the SI's methods and goal and justifications.... weird. Really weird. And to kill the force wouldn't he need to exterminate all life from the galaxy? Don't get me wrong I'm intrigued but this just feels like SI with all the EU knowledge gets dropped into canon... then breaks. In a really unusual way at that. Watched but I need some backstory here because I don't get how this felt like a good idea.
Although you seem to rely on it a little to heavily, and have provided no backstory for your character - I must say that I enjoy this work that is so heavily based in Kreia's, Vitiate's and Revan's understanding of the force(Especially Kreia, my favorite character).AN: A short thing I decided to write - the first of three chapters. Inspired by the old game and Dudufilm serries.
I put down the spoon and sighted. I was delaying... Because I was afraid. I leaned back on my seat and looked outside. The towers, the hover cars… Courscant made an impression.
I closed my eyes and listened. Just listened.
A businesswoman, negotiating a deal.
A lover's quarrel.
Mother chiding her son.
"You alright there?" I opened my eyes and looked at the owner.
"No Dexter. I'm alright." I got up and gave him the credits. "Keep the change… I have a feeling, you might need it." I said as I left the restaurant.
* * *
The door closed behind me and the elevator started moving up. I stood in silence with closed eyes, waiting...
I felt a familiar presence.
'Think carefully on your choice. If you choose to fight, if you choose war, it is a path few turn from once the first steps are taken. It carries with it a terrible price.
And in the end, you may find you have nothing left to sacrifice.'
"...I already, have nothing left to sacrifice."
Bink!
I opened my eyes as the door opened and walked out.
"How can I help you?" the secretary asked as he looked at me.
"Jedi business." I said as I waved my hand, dominating the man's mind. I wasn't particularly gentle. It wouldn't matter much, anyway. He opened the door as I ordered.
As I walked inside, I came face to face with a surprised woman. I immediately spread my aura, making her and the majority of occupants gasp in surprise. She was so shocked, that she failed to do anything as I put a blaster to her forehead and pulled the trigger.
Before the dead Jedi even hit the floor, I switched to the next target and pulled the trigger, hitting Zabrak Jedi right into his chest. I pointed at the Iktotchi standing next to him – the man managed to activate his lightsaber, but my aura left him dazed – he tried to deflect, but the bolt hit his neck. He fell choking on his own blood.
I stepped back just as the lightsaber cut where I was, catching my blaster's barrel. I threw away the blaster and force pushed the Twi'lek Jedi Master – she flew to the other side of the room and hit the window. The impact was strong enough to break quite a few of her bones and knock her out.
I grabbed my lightsaber and ignited it, just in time to catch the purple blade with a blue one.
"Sith." The bald human growled.
A smile formed on my lips – that one comment was proof enough for me. I was going to win.
I could feel him reach out to the force – and so did I. As force guided him, I influenced the guidance he received.
He pushed me back and cut from overhead – I blocked it, guiding his blade to the side as I started spinning. His eye widened as he saw the second blade come to life. He was quick enough to avoid being bisected, but-
"AGH!"
Not fast enough to save him from losing both of his hands. I continued spinning, my blade cutting off his head.
I deactivated the double-bladed lightsaber, as Jedi Master's decapitated body fell to the ground. It wasn't even a minute after I entered, and there were bodies of four dead members of Jedi Council and one unconscious Jedi Master laying around.
I turned to the remaining occupants of the room.
"Senator Binks, Senator Amidala… Chancellor Palpatine." I greeted them as I called Windu's lightsaber with the force.
It was not the dark side you felt, Master Windu... It was a wound in the force, you felt.
AN: Because, the concept of 'Wounds' is hardly ever used... and Kreia, has not enough many stories that involve her.
"I want more... And I know I shouldn't..."AN: And the last chapter - here we go.
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I landed from the hover-car and lightly landed on the ground, unconscious Jedi still hanging on my arm. I looked around.
'To have fallen so far and learn nothing… that is your failing.'
I paused as I felt a familiar presence, then quickly resumed my march.
'This is what you have wrought.'
I could feel the echoes of death in the Force. In the city, in the orbit, in the galaxy. Countless lives ending, at this very moment.
'Countless murderers, Slayers, Assassins'
I stopped in front of the door and entered the code on the console.
'Born of war that has as always, taught the wrong lessons'
I entered as the doors opened. I closed the blast doors and started entering commands on the console.
'And instead showing them truth, Power.'
The defences came to life. The blast doors closed and locked, the shield came to life. Turrets and droids came online.
'All you showed them how the galaxy may die.'
I entered the elevator and pushed the button of the lowest floor.
"That is the choice that I made, that is the path that I walk… the very same path, you once walked upon… But unlike you, I am committed to seeing it through." I closed my eyes and my lips quirked in a joyless smile. "Besides, the Galaxy needs its betrayers."
The elevator's door closed.
* * *
I put the Twi'lek on the floor and started putting shackles on her, binding her to the ground. Once I was fished, I put my hand on her forehead and started healing her.
"Easy, you are not fully healed yet." I said as she gasped and started waking.
I walked to one of the terminals and started looking through the holonet. The news of clones 'madness' has already spread. Countless battles were taking place along the Republic space and already, one of the colonies was bombarded by the clones, when the colonists refused to release their senator. The panic and chaos were spreading...
"What do you want, Sith?" I turned to look at the blue-skinned woman. There was defiance in her, but also fear. From what I remember, she had a history of being brainwashed. What interested me more, was her brief fall to the dark side and emphatic abilities. She had potential...
"Misdirected passion… such a waste." I smiled and shook my head. "Such an ignorance, typical of the Jedi – to only see the world in black and white, only see Jedi and Sith… Yes – ignorance. For, if you are to truly understand, then you will need contrast - not adherence to a single idea. Yet you, Jedi, only look at what you want to see in the Force, not all of it." I paused. "I am not a Sith. Through, their philosophy is closer to my heart than that of Jedi… yet, there are valuable Jedi teaching, that I adhere to as well..."
She frowned.
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Sorrow if you need a name… For I am a hub of Sorrows, of all the people that I killed and whose deaths I witnessed. I am the carrier of their will, their ambitions, and their memories and proof that they lived."
I walked up to her.
"As for what I am, I am Wound in the Force, a place, in which it's Will is denied. What you feel from me, is not dark side… but dead Force… Hmm, maybe instead of dead Force, I should say that you feel Will-less Force. There is no dark and no light, only Force... and me." I knelt in front of her. "And now, I will show you my truth."
"I will not fall."
"To Believe in an Ideal, is to be Willing to Betray it." I quoted automatically. "Don't give promises you cannot keep… besides..." I grabbed her temples. "I don't want you to fall. I want you, to see the truth and accept it. I want you, to understand.. and make a choice."
I connected us by Force. She gasped as she felt the deaths that were taking place.
I've known of three 'living' Wounds in the Force, that lived millennia ago – each one of those individuals possessed incredible powers.
Darth Sion, the Lord of Pain, was all but immortal. No matter how many wounds he received, he would continue living… until he chose not to.
Darth Nihilus, the Lord of Hunger, was able to leech the life force of living. His powers were of such magnitude that he devoured entire planets, living them barren.
Metra Surik, the Exile, was capable almost to instantly learn any Force technique. She was also known to create Force bonds with people around her.
And me, Sorrow. I possess incredible mastery over the Force, I could mould it and influence it anyway I wanted. That's why I was capable of masking my presence, of influencing the other Force users, manipulating their powers – like their precognition.
When you name the most powerful beings in the Galactic history, Wounds in the Force are among the strongest – along with beings like the ancient Sith Emperors, Dart Raven and Exar Kun…
During the Dark Wars, it were the Wounds in the Force, that decided the Galactic History. When the dust fell, the Jedi Order was left almost completely eradicated and was only rebuild by the students of one of the Wounds in the Force.
Aayla Secura struggled as she felt lives I connected her to. I could only imagine what it would mean to an empath. But I wasn't finished.
"There is no emotion, there is Force!" She chanted, trying to regain her control.
I tightened my grip and forced her to look at me.
"There is no truth in the Force… no Great revelation."
I wrapped myself with Force and started sending her visions of the past. Images, feelings, deaths, stories, lives of those involved…
Force Wars – one of the earliest conflicts I know of, involving Force users.
Yet at the same time, I did not cut off her from what was happening around us.
Rakatan Civil War – the fall of the Galaxy spanning Empire.
I forced her to live through some of the moments and allowed her to find comparisons in what was happening now.
First Great Schism, Second Great Schism and Third Great Schisms followed by Hundred-Year Darkness. The lost chance of the Jedi to stay neutral, the rise of extremists and eradication of those who would keep balance in the Force.
The Jedi cutting through countless soldiers, before being gunned down by them.
Great Hyperspace War – the emergence of the Sith, followed by Genocide of the Sith.
The space battles raging over planets, with thousands of hundreds dying every minute...
Great Sith War, Mandalorian Wars, Jedi Civil War, Dark Wars – the conflicts that mostly involved Jedi who fell to the dark side.
Jedi overwhelmed by what was happening around them, falling to the dark side.
Great Galactic War, Cold War and Galactic War – the return of the Sith Empire
The cities in the fire, civilians dying in crossfires.
Third Galactic War, Fourth Great Schism, New Sith Wars – the countless conflicts that raged through millennia.
Planets bombarded, entire cities disappearing with hundreds screaming into the Force.
Clone Wars – a conflict between the slaves of flesh and steel…
Aalya was screaming.
"Can you feel it? Do you see it? That is your purpose, servant of the Force! To repeat the cycle, again, and again, and again, and again, an-"
"AAAGGHHH!"
I grunted as the Force exploded pushing me away.
"!" I hit the wall with such a force, that my vision blurred. I got up and looked at Jedi…
and paused.
Her chains were scattered, she was lying in a fetal position, sobbing, and her connection to the Force was gone. The memories and deaths she experienced at the same time, were so strong that she scarred the Force itself. The culmination of the tragedies… She was now Wound in the Force.
'The path that you have taken – it's wrong. I walked it and I admitted that I was wrong.'
"You admitted that when you were about to die, and Force had its hold on you. Your mind was influenced. And now, when you are one with it – how can you speak anything different?" I turned to the Force Ghost. "Don't worry Kreia. I will kill the Force, and free you. Because, just like you, I hate the Force."
'You trust that Holocron to much. It doesn't contain all of my teachings.'
"…You are not listening to me. The path I walk, I choose to walk it. Your teachings were but a part of the reason I took it – not the whole reason for it." I looked at Twi'lek. "I choose that path because this galaxy is hell. Constant repetition, cycle after cycle. I know what happened in the past, and I can tell you it will continue happening in the future. Again and again, and again, while the Force uses us to achieve some form of balance… that's why I hate the Force. That's why I will kill it... and because I wonder Kreia, what would the galaxy look like, without it's Will." I turned from Kreia, as the Ghost left me and looked at the Twi'lek. First time in her life, she was alone – there was no Will directing her.
I walked up to the weeping woman and knelt in front of her.
"You are not alone." I said as I gently wrapped my arms around her. She hugged me tightly as if I was her lifeline and cried even harder.
Galaxy was in fire, Jedi scattered and millions dying – the stage was set. New Wounds in the Force would raise, as the Jedi and Sith would see the truth.
Second Dark Wars have begun.
But this time, there would be more than three Wounds in the Force.
I would ensure it.
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AN: This is my tribute, to Kreia's philosophy and Dudufilm's creations. It's also the first story I finished. I hope you enjoyed it.
It's interesting though you're missing some simple grammar mistakes. Like missing words in a few spots. I'd recommend reading your updates out loud for a final proof read before posting.
on the story itself... I find the SI's methods and goal and justifications.... weird. Really weird. And to kill the force wouldn't he need to exterminate all life from the galaxy? Don't get me wrong I'm intrigued but this just feels like SI with all the EU knowledge gets dropped into canon... then breaks. In a really unusual way at that. Watched but I need some backstory here because I don't get how this felt like a good idea.
No, its a thing from Knights of the Old Republic 2. Enough destruction can cause a wound in the Force, and people can live through it and carry that wound with them. The General of the Mandalorian wars was present when a superweapon was used to end the conflict. It killed Mandalorians and Jedi, wounded the force in its destruction. Rather than just die, the General cut himself off so thoroughly from the Force that he is a walking hole where it does not exist. He then became the Exile. When he started collecting force sensitive companions, he binded himself to them and started using their connection to the Force to use it again.
Kreia, the Jedi Master who taught Revan and fell with him as a Sith was in turn betrayed by her own Sith students and left broken in a similar way. From Jedi, to Sith, to cut off with nothing Kreia developed a deep hatred of the Force and was going to attempt to bring the General to the site that made them and propogate that Wound to kill the entirety of the Force.
She lost, and it didn't happen. Then Bioware took back control, gave it to Drew Karpyshyn to write a Revan novel, he didn't actually play through Knights of the Old Republic 2 to have knowledge of the character or ideas he proceeded to butcher.