Post by Clone two on May 28, 2007 21:59:47 GMT 1
Title: Another Side
Author: Bloody, Clone Two, Clone87
Characters: Bloody, Corran Horn, Luke Skywalker, Cilghal and a lot of dead Jedis...
Summary: A VERY bad day for the Jedi Order...
Notes: approved by the clone triumvirate
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars and I'm making no money on this
The Academy was on fire. The entire jungle on Yavin 4 was on fire. The great Massassi-Temples stood like black obelisks in the sea of flames, not yet corrupted by smoke or fire. But it would only be a matter of time, before even the stones would give in to the heat and melt.
In the corridors and halls of the Academy the screams of the wounded and dying echoed, mixing into a massive roar of suffering and terror. The few survivors of this huge attack on this jungle moon ran, stumbled or crawled through the Temple corridors, desperately looking for a way to escape the death around them. If the Force was still present at this place, it was definitely the Dark Side.
A lonely figure made it’s way through the dark corridors, filled with smoke. It ignored everything around it, even those pleadings for help who seemed nearest. A black robe covered the figure entirely. Even the face was hidden in the shadows of the robe’s hood. The only noise made by the dark figure was the whisper of the robe dragging across the floor. This dark visitor was looking for someone. Hunting a specific person. Through the Force this person was easy to spot, but to get to him had seemed a bit of a challenge.
The figure stepped out in the Great Hall, where most of the lessons and meetings were held by the Academy Instructors. Now everything was destroyed, furniture shattered and burned, datacards smashed into pieces and bodies spread all over the place.
None of this bothered the dark visitor, however. He had a purpose in his wandering, and nothing should stop him.
He walked across the floor, stepped over a couple of bodies and reached a door in the far end of the Hall.
But there another figure appeared out of the shadows and smoke and placed itself between the visitor and the door.
Corran Horn levelled his light sabre, though he did not activate it. His green eyes were fixed on the dark figure in front him, only a couple of meters away. The figure had not drawn its own lightsaber yet, but it would only be a matter of time. Corran knew his opponent too well to expect anything else.
“Get out of my way, Corran…” The low hissing voice cut through the roaring of the fires and the screams of agony.
Corran didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even blink once. “You know I can’t do that, Bloody.”
A growling laughter sounded from the figure, as he drew his hood back. Bloody’s black eyes starred right into Corran’s green, trying to force the other Jedi away with his glare alone. “You know what I’m capable of… You saw what I did to the other Jedi. You will face the same fate, if you don’t move!!”
Bloody took a step foreward. The Aliran was several inches taller than him, but Corran managed to hold his ground. “Stand back, Bloody.”
The Corellian activated his lightsaber.
A smile of predatory amusement appeared on Bloody’s face. “You think you can beat me this time, Horn??”
“Yeah… I’m a Rogue, remember??”
“Yes… but soon a very DEAD Rogue!!” Bloody drew his light sabre.
A red blade, as if covered in blood, woke up with a sharp hiss in the Aliran’s hand.
Corran froze for a part of a second. A red blade?? Then Bloody was really lost!!
The Aliran roared out in flaming rage and attacked Corran.
The red blade cut through the air and would have sliced Corran in two, if he hadn’t brought his own sabre’s blade up between them. The two blades smashed together, screaming and spitting sparks of fire. Both fighters pushed with all their strength, trying to force the other back, but none of them succeeded. Bloody was physically stronger than Corran, but the Corellian had his characteristic stubbornness to stand against the Aliran’s attacks.
Bloody was the first to break it. The Aliran jumped back, but Corran followed, attacking the other, before he had even regained his balance. It was only Bloody’s tail, who saved him from falling. Using it as support he blocked Corran’s attack and used the Force to hit the Corellian in the chest with a mighty blow.
Corran flew backwards, hitting the floor hard. For a moment he was unable to move, his lungs were screaming for air. But he quickly had to roll aside, when Bloody’s red blade cut through the air and hit the floor, where he had been laying seconds before.
The Corellian Jedi got to his feet and was able to block another of Bloody’s aggressive attacks. But suddenly something flew trough the air, hitting him hard across the face.
A burning pain exploded in Corran’s head, and he quickly stepped backwards. Something warm ran down his face, and as he stroke a hand across his cheek and mouth, it became red.
Bloody showed all his white teeth in a hideous grin. His tail swept across the floor with its spikes soaked in blood. Corran’s blood. “Whoops… Feeling a little torn, Jedi??”
“You wish…” Corran snarled and levelled his weapon once more.
Bloody grinned even brighter and jumped foreward.
The two blades smashed together once more.
“Let it go, Bloody…” Corran clenched his teeth together, forcing the blade of his lightsaber to remain calm. “You can’t win.”
Bloody let out a low laugh. “Corran… I have already won!!”
In the same moment his tail swept through the air.
Corran quickly docked and blocked another blow from the red blade. Then Bloody’s knee hit him hard in the stomach. The spike on the Aliran’s knee cut through fabric, flesh and bones.
It didn’t hurt. All he felt was an unusual numbness spreading through his entire body.
Bloody pulled his knee out of Corran’s stomach.
Pain exploded from the wound out to every inch of his body. Corran screamed and fell. He pressed his hands against his stomach, feeling his warm blood flowing between his fingers.
A silent whisper from a robe dragging across the floor made him raise his head.
Bloody stood over him, smiling his characteristic white-teeth-smile. “Not so tough now, Rogue??”
His tail stabbed down through the air, colliding with Corran’s chest.
The Corellian’s scream echoed through the Hall, drowning any other screams. He sank onto his back, trying desperately to breathe. Blood seeped from his mouth, and tears of suffering ran down his cheeks.
Bloody’s tail pulled back, ripping apart muscles, bones and organs. Corran screamed once more, but his screaming was strangulated by the lack of air. He heard a strange noise and realized that it was the sound of air peeping from his collapsed lungs.
Bloody looked at the dying Corellian with a look as freezing as the ice of Hoth. “Silly Jedi…” he mumbled and walked past Corran, leaving the Jedi to die a very slow and painful death.
He reached the door and stepped through it, as he heard Corran’s short gasps for air stop and felt his passing in the Force. The Aliran smiled cruelly. One less Jedi to worry about.
The door led to a stairwell, which brought him to the roof of The Great Temple. As Bloody stepped out on the roof, he immediately spotted the man standing with his back turned at him.
The man turned, and Bloody stood face to face with Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.
Skywalker nodded. “I had a feeling it would come to this, Bloody.”
Bloody raised his still humming lightsaber, ready to attack. “Aren’t you gonna try to turn me??”
An expression of pity and sorrow passed over Skywalker’s face. “No… It would be for naught, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, it would. I made my choice.”
“That you did.” Skywalker activated his lightsaber, placing the green blade in a defensive position. “I guess there is no other way?”
“No, Skywalker. There is no other way!!” Bloody hissed and attacked the Jedi Master.
He had expected a bit more challenge from Skywalker than from Corran, Kyp or any of the other Jedi instructors. But the Jedi Master was good. Really good.
Though Bloody still was filled up with rage and strength and kept his mental shield around his mind up at all times, Skywalker somehow managed to foresee any of his moves or attacks. Which only made Bloody even more furious. The Aliran attacked the Jedi Master again and again, always trying to find a weakness in Skywalker’s defences. But the Jedi always knew where to stop him. Even Bloody’s tail was no use in this duel.
The green and the red blades smashed together, placing the opponents inches from each other. Bloody hissed angrily and tried to use the spikes on his elbows or knees to hit Skywalker. But he realized that he needed all of his strength to keep the Jedi Master away.
Bloody!! What are you doing?? Stop!!!
Bloody blinked by the sound of the familiar voice in his head. He couldn’t quite replace it, but the words burned themselves into his mind, fighting his rage. For one fatal moment he hesitated.
Master Skywalker’s blade cut through his right arm, separating it from the elbow and down. The green blade continued and sliced a deep wound in Bloody’s thigh.
The Aliran screamed even higher than Corran had. He fell to his knees and onto his side. He saw his separated arm land on the ground a few meters from him, still clutching the lightsaber. With a low hiss the red blade vanished.
Bloody looked up at Master Skywalker, who stood over him. The Jedi raised his light sabre. “I’m truly sorry, Bloody… But you give me no choice.”
The green blade stabbed through the air.
“NOOOOO!!!”
The scream echoed in the small chamber. He fell out of his bed, hitting the floor hard. The collision with the floor made all air leave his lungs, and he gasped. His body was bathed in cold sweat, but his heart was beating, and he felt hot like a day in the Tatooine desert. Everything was blurry and spinning around and his muscles were aching. He tried to stand up, but his body wouldn’t move.
“Bloody?? Bloody!!!” A high knocking on the door made him startle. “Bloody, are you in there?? Answer me!!!”
Bloody swallowed several times, trying to answer the person on the other side of the door. But his tongue wouldn’t form any words. The only sound from him was a growl of pain.
The door went open, and light filled the room.
“Stars!! Bloody, are you all right??!!” A well-known figure appeared in the doorway.
Bloody managed to push himself up to lean against the bed. But he still felt too shocked to stand up. He felt a cooling, soft hand on both sides of his face, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Cilghal was kneeling in front of him. Her eyes were shining with worry. “Bloody? Can you hear me??”
He nodded slowly. Her touch, even her presence, made him feel better.
“What happened?? You scared me!!”
This time his tongue accepted to form some words. “I… I just had a nightmare. A really… bad… one…”
“A nightmare??” Cilghal frowned. Bloody knew what she was thinking. Jedis who had nightmares were not a good sign.
“Just a bad dream… It’s okay…”
“It didn’t sound okay,” Cilghal said. “I could hear your screaming in my room down the corridor.”
“Sorry about that…” Bloody smiled a bit. “But I’m fine now. Just fine.”
“You don’t look fine to me.”
“Believe me, I am…”
“If you say so…” Cilghal helped him sit down on his bed. “Can I get you anything?? Some water perhaps??”
“No thanks… I just want to sleep,” Bloody answered. Though he had no idea how. The shadows of the nightmare had been chased away by Cilghal’s entering, but as she stepped away, he felt their claws reach for him. He squeezed his blanket tight and clenched his teeth.
Cilghal had walked to the doorway again, but she turned once more and looked at him with the worry still shining in her eyes. “You sure you gonna be okay??”
“Uh huh…” Bloody nodded. He suddenly didn’t want her to go.
Cilghal nodded and left the chamber, closing the door behind her.
Bloody looked down at his hands and found to his surprise that they had ripped long rifts in his blanket. He cursed under his breath. It didn’t sound like him, being scared of a little dream!! What had gotten into him??
But it had all felt so real. The screams, the fighting, the blood… He quickly glanced at his tail but sighed with relief that it was not dripping with fresh human blood.
He lay down on his bed, trying to breathe easy and force the shadows of the nightmare away.
The door opened once more.
“Bloody?” Cilghal’s soft, slightly gurgling voice made him raise his head.
“Yes??”
“It’s a starry night… You feel like taking a look at the stars from the roof… and talk??”
Silence fell in the room for several minutes.
Then Bloody nodded. “Sure... Thanks Cilghal.”
Author: Bloody, Clone Two, Clone87
Characters: Bloody, Corran Horn, Luke Skywalker, Cilghal and a lot of dead Jedis...
Summary: A VERY bad day for the Jedi Order...
Notes: approved by the clone triumvirate
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars and I'm making no money on this
The Academy was on fire. The entire jungle on Yavin 4 was on fire. The great Massassi-Temples stood like black obelisks in the sea of flames, not yet corrupted by smoke or fire. But it would only be a matter of time, before even the stones would give in to the heat and melt.
In the corridors and halls of the Academy the screams of the wounded and dying echoed, mixing into a massive roar of suffering and terror. The few survivors of this huge attack on this jungle moon ran, stumbled or crawled through the Temple corridors, desperately looking for a way to escape the death around them. If the Force was still present at this place, it was definitely the Dark Side.
A lonely figure made it’s way through the dark corridors, filled with smoke. It ignored everything around it, even those pleadings for help who seemed nearest. A black robe covered the figure entirely. Even the face was hidden in the shadows of the robe’s hood. The only noise made by the dark figure was the whisper of the robe dragging across the floor. This dark visitor was looking for someone. Hunting a specific person. Through the Force this person was easy to spot, but to get to him had seemed a bit of a challenge.
The figure stepped out in the Great Hall, where most of the lessons and meetings were held by the Academy Instructors. Now everything was destroyed, furniture shattered and burned, datacards smashed into pieces and bodies spread all over the place.
None of this bothered the dark visitor, however. He had a purpose in his wandering, and nothing should stop him.
He walked across the floor, stepped over a couple of bodies and reached a door in the far end of the Hall.
But there another figure appeared out of the shadows and smoke and placed itself between the visitor and the door.
Corran Horn levelled his light sabre, though he did not activate it. His green eyes were fixed on the dark figure in front him, only a couple of meters away. The figure had not drawn its own lightsaber yet, but it would only be a matter of time. Corran knew his opponent too well to expect anything else.
“Get out of my way, Corran…” The low hissing voice cut through the roaring of the fires and the screams of agony.
Corran didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even blink once. “You know I can’t do that, Bloody.”
A growling laughter sounded from the figure, as he drew his hood back. Bloody’s black eyes starred right into Corran’s green, trying to force the other Jedi away with his glare alone. “You know what I’m capable of… You saw what I did to the other Jedi. You will face the same fate, if you don’t move!!”
Bloody took a step foreward. The Aliran was several inches taller than him, but Corran managed to hold his ground. “Stand back, Bloody.”
The Corellian activated his lightsaber.
A smile of predatory amusement appeared on Bloody’s face. “You think you can beat me this time, Horn??”
“Yeah… I’m a Rogue, remember??”
“Yes… but soon a very DEAD Rogue!!” Bloody drew his light sabre.
A red blade, as if covered in blood, woke up with a sharp hiss in the Aliran’s hand.
Corran froze for a part of a second. A red blade?? Then Bloody was really lost!!
The Aliran roared out in flaming rage and attacked Corran.
The red blade cut through the air and would have sliced Corran in two, if he hadn’t brought his own sabre’s blade up between them. The two blades smashed together, screaming and spitting sparks of fire. Both fighters pushed with all their strength, trying to force the other back, but none of them succeeded. Bloody was physically stronger than Corran, but the Corellian had his characteristic stubbornness to stand against the Aliran’s attacks.
Bloody was the first to break it. The Aliran jumped back, but Corran followed, attacking the other, before he had even regained his balance. It was only Bloody’s tail, who saved him from falling. Using it as support he blocked Corran’s attack and used the Force to hit the Corellian in the chest with a mighty blow.
Corran flew backwards, hitting the floor hard. For a moment he was unable to move, his lungs were screaming for air. But he quickly had to roll aside, when Bloody’s red blade cut through the air and hit the floor, where he had been laying seconds before.
The Corellian Jedi got to his feet and was able to block another of Bloody’s aggressive attacks. But suddenly something flew trough the air, hitting him hard across the face.
A burning pain exploded in Corran’s head, and he quickly stepped backwards. Something warm ran down his face, and as he stroke a hand across his cheek and mouth, it became red.
Bloody showed all his white teeth in a hideous grin. His tail swept across the floor with its spikes soaked in blood. Corran’s blood. “Whoops… Feeling a little torn, Jedi??”
“You wish…” Corran snarled and levelled his weapon once more.
Bloody grinned even brighter and jumped foreward.
The two blades smashed together once more.
“Let it go, Bloody…” Corran clenched his teeth together, forcing the blade of his lightsaber to remain calm. “You can’t win.”
Bloody let out a low laugh. “Corran… I have already won!!”
In the same moment his tail swept through the air.
Corran quickly docked and blocked another blow from the red blade. Then Bloody’s knee hit him hard in the stomach. The spike on the Aliran’s knee cut through fabric, flesh and bones.
It didn’t hurt. All he felt was an unusual numbness spreading through his entire body.
Bloody pulled his knee out of Corran’s stomach.
Pain exploded from the wound out to every inch of his body. Corran screamed and fell. He pressed his hands against his stomach, feeling his warm blood flowing between his fingers.
A silent whisper from a robe dragging across the floor made him raise his head.
Bloody stood over him, smiling his characteristic white-teeth-smile. “Not so tough now, Rogue??”
His tail stabbed down through the air, colliding with Corran’s chest.
The Corellian’s scream echoed through the Hall, drowning any other screams. He sank onto his back, trying desperately to breathe. Blood seeped from his mouth, and tears of suffering ran down his cheeks.
Bloody’s tail pulled back, ripping apart muscles, bones and organs. Corran screamed once more, but his screaming was strangulated by the lack of air. He heard a strange noise and realized that it was the sound of air peeping from his collapsed lungs.
Bloody looked at the dying Corellian with a look as freezing as the ice of Hoth. “Silly Jedi…” he mumbled and walked past Corran, leaving the Jedi to die a very slow and painful death.
He reached the door and stepped through it, as he heard Corran’s short gasps for air stop and felt his passing in the Force. The Aliran smiled cruelly. One less Jedi to worry about.
The door led to a stairwell, which brought him to the roof of The Great Temple. As Bloody stepped out on the roof, he immediately spotted the man standing with his back turned at him.
The man turned, and Bloody stood face to face with Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.
Skywalker nodded. “I had a feeling it would come to this, Bloody.”
Bloody raised his still humming lightsaber, ready to attack. “Aren’t you gonna try to turn me??”
An expression of pity and sorrow passed over Skywalker’s face. “No… It would be for naught, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, it would. I made my choice.”
“That you did.” Skywalker activated his lightsaber, placing the green blade in a defensive position. “I guess there is no other way?”
“No, Skywalker. There is no other way!!” Bloody hissed and attacked the Jedi Master.
He had expected a bit more challenge from Skywalker than from Corran, Kyp or any of the other Jedi instructors. But the Jedi Master was good. Really good.
Though Bloody still was filled up with rage and strength and kept his mental shield around his mind up at all times, Skywalker somehow managed to foresee any of his moves or attacks. Which only made Bloody even more furious. The Aliran attacked the Jedi Master again and again, always trying to find a weakness in Skywalker’s defences. But the Jedi always knew where to stop him. Even Bloody’s tail was no use in this duel.
The green and the red blades smashed together, placing the opponents inches from each other. Bloody hissed angrily and tried to use the spikes on his elbows or knees to hit Skywalker. But he realized that he needed all of his strength to keep the Jedi Master away.
Bloody!! What are you doing?? Stop!!!
Bloody blinked by the sound of the familiar voice in his head. He couldn’t quite replace it, but the words burned themselves into his mind, fighting his rage. For one fatal moment he hesitated.
Master Skywalker’s blade cut through his right arm, separating it from the elbow and down. The green blade continued and sliced a deep wound in Bloody’s thigh.
The Aliran screamed even higher than Corran had. He fell to his knees and onto his side. He saw his separated arm land on the ground a few meters from him, still clutching the lightsaber. With a low hiss the red blade vanished.
Bloody looked up at Master Skywalker, who stood over him. The Jedi raised his light sabre. “I’m truly sorry, Bloody… But you give me no choice.”
The green blade stabbed through the air.
“NOOOOO!!!”
The scream echoed in the small chamber. He fell out of his bed, hitting the floor hard. The collision with the floor made all air leave his lungs, and he gasped. His body was bathed in cold sweat, but his heart was beating, and he felt hot like a day in the Tatooine desert. Everything was blurry and spinning around and his muscles were aching. He tried to stand up, but his body wouldn’t move.
“Bloody?? Bloody!!!” A high knocking on the door made him startle. “Bloody, are you in there?? Answer me!!!”
Bloody swallowed several times, trying to answer the person on the other side of the door. But his tongue wouldn’t form any words. The only sound from him was a growl of pain.
The door went open, and light filled the room.
“Stars!! Bloody, are you all right??!!” A well-known figure appeared in the doorway.
Bloody managed to push himself up to lean against the bed. But he still felt too shocked to stand up. He felt a cooling, soft hand on both sides of his face, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Cilghal was kneeling in front of him. Her eyes were shining with worry. “Bloody? Can you hear me??”
He nodded slowly. Her touch, even her presence, made him feel better.
“What happened?? You scared me!!”
This time his tongue accepted to form some words. “I… I just had a nightmare. A really… bad… one…”
“A nightmare??” Cilghal frowned. Bloody knew what she was thinking. Jedis who had nightmares were not a good sign.
“Just a bad dream… It’s okay…”
“It didn’t sound okay,” Cilghal said. “I could hear your screaming in my room down the corridor.”
“Sorry about that…” Bloody smiled a bit. “But I’m fine now. Just fine.”
“You don’t look fine to me.”
“Believe me, I am…”
“If you say so…” Cilghal helped him sit down on his bed. “Can I get you anything?? Some water perhaps??”
“No thanks… I just want to sleep,” Bloody answered. Though he had no idea how. The shadows of the nightmare had been chased away by Cilghal’s entering, but as she stepped away, he felt their claws reach for him. He squeezed his blanket tight and clenched his teeth.
Cilghal had walked to the doorway again, but she turned once more and looked at him with the worry still shining in her eyes. “You sure you gonna be okay??”
“Uh huh…” Bloody nodded. He suddenly didn’t want her to go.
Cilghal nodded and left the chamber, closing the door behind her.
Bloody looked down at his hands and found to his surprise that they had ripped long rifts in his blanket. He cursed under his breath. It didn’t sound like him, being scared of a little dream!! What had gotten into him??
But it had all felt so real. The screams, the fighting, the blood… He quickly glanced at his tail but sighed with relief that it was not dripping with fresh human blood.
He lay down on his bed, trying to breathe easy and force the shadows of the nightmare away.
The door opened once more.
“Bloody?” Cilghal’s soft, slightly gurgling voice made him raise his head.
“Yes??”
“It’s a starry night… You feel like taking a look at the stars from the roof… and talk??”
Silence fell in the room for several minutes.
Then Bloody nodded. “Sure... Thanks Cilghal.”