Post by demoria on Sept 29, 2005 21:08:17 GMT -5
"Awakening the Dead"
Time Era - 4000 years before the GCW
Critical Events - Jedi Civil War
"Somewhere on the edge of the Outer Rim, the last remnants of the Sith forces fall back into a forlorn looking temple, determined to make one final stand"
"Lord Te'Lara, Lord Te'Lara!"
"What is it?!" hissed Demoria, her dark, red eyes piercing into the officer's face. "This had better be important."
The officer gulps. He knew all to well what Demoria was capable of doing to people that crossed her path. "Ah, well um...the invading forces has begun their assault. And", the officer looks down, hesitant to continue on.
"The former Lord Revan is with them", Demoria finishes him off. "I know, I have felt Revan's presence."
"What should we do!", exclaimed the officer. "We can't possibly hope to stop Revan!"
Demoria glared at the officer. "You pitiful excuse for a Sith...to think, the commanding officer would allow such thoughts to overtake you..."
Just then the officer heard the familiar sound of a lightsaber firing up. "No, wait, please!!" was all he could say before he was decapitated. Demoria smiled at her young apprentice, Aaulon Vorb. Aaulon nodded to Demoria.
"I will command the remaining forces and make sure that Revan does not succeed in breaching this temple", Aaulon stated. "We will make Revan pay for deceiving us."
"Yes, that is the way." Demoria sneered. "Revenge. Let your anger seer through you. Feed off of it; let it fuel you. The Dark Side has made you powerful indeed. Revan will not be able to stand up to your power; remind Revan of what it's like to feel the full fury of the Dark Side of the Force!", Demoria exclaims.
"Thank you, master. I will not fail you."
Demoria watches as Aaulon walks back up the temple steps. "My dear Aaulon, strong as you are, you will be defeated. However, your sacrifice should be sufficient enough to slow Revan down." Demoria smiles wickedly. She turns around and picks up where she left off.
"How fortunate that a dna sequencer was here, but why?", Demoria thinks to herself. She stops for a second and looks around the room. "What the hell kind of temple did this used to be anyways? No matter, I must hurry and copy over my DNA before Revan breaks through; all will be lost if I don't hurry." Demoria remininces about Revan and Malak's promise of power and glory. "Shit", she mutters, "how the hell did things turn out this way? This wasn't how it is supposed to be. First Malak turns on Revan, then turns on his former dark Jedi allies to feed off their Force on that damnable space station. Then Revan returns, only to have changed sides and now after defeating Malak has returned to deal with whatever dark Jedi that were left." Demoria shakes her head, baffled. "Revan has indeed changed. Although no longer following a path of darkness, Revan is suprisingly strong in the Force. Much stronger than before. But how? The Light side was supposed to be weaker."
"Beep...beep...beep. DNA has been fully replicated" the holographic image states.
Demoria smiles. "Computer, seal off DNA record using the highest encryption code you have."
The computer whirs to life and states "File encrypted. Is there any other action you would like to take?"
Demoria flashes an evil grin. Instead of answering the machine, she spins around to face her backside while simultaneously igniting her lightsaber. "It has been a long time, Revan", Demoria cooly says, the redness in her eye's matching both blades of her double sided lightsaber.
"Were you planning to construct a new Starforge? Why else would you be in a place such as this Rakatan Temple?"
Demoria's face contorts into a rage as she allows the Dark Side to overcome her. "You fool, you know nothing!", Demoria yells. "Do you remember why you placed me in charge of the Sith Armada in this sector?", Demoria says slyly, taking an offensive leaping stance. "No? Then", Demoria yells at the top of her lungs as she lunges at Revan, "allow me to refresh your memory!"
Time Era - Present
Critical Events - Galactic Civil War
After a recent archeology expedition, the archeologists head to Kor'Vella to meet their contact
[/color]"Is this is it?", Firax looks questionably at what appears to be some sort of data disc.
"It is" Campho says, looking at Firax.
"What's so special about this?" Firax says nonchalantly. "Something this old probably isn't going to be functioning. Even if it is, I doubt the data would be intact."
"Can you slice through the encryption or not" exhumes Pjenique, glaring at Firax. "We're paying you to slice it, not question its integrity."
"Alright, jeez. Calm down. You got the credits?", Firax says.
"Half now, half when you finish", Campho says.
Firax looks at the antique data disc. "You realize it's gonna take some time. I need to get make special equipment to read the disc first, as well as break through the encryption. It ain't gonna be a walk in the park and I'm not making any promises."
"You are supposed to be the best. Don't worry, we'll check your progress every so often", Pjenique fires back. "But we know you can do it, otherwise we wouldn't be talking in the first place."
With that, Campho and Pjenique make their leave, while Firax watches them exit the cantina. "Damn, what a couple of assholes. I have half a mind to just sell this on the black market right now. It's got to be worth billions of credits", Firax thinks, then retracts that train of thinking. "On second thought though, I wonder if it is possible to crack this disc. I always love a challenge. Let's see how well this old encryption code stands up to today's standards." Smiling, Firax pulls out his comlink and contacts one of his black market dealers. "Ga'atamin, this is Firax. Yea, fine. Listen, I need some specialized equipment...no...is that so...well, you are damn annoying to...yea...excellent, you are the Bothan!" Firax gazes at the data disc, his smile broadening. "Ok, let's find out what secrets you contain"....
Opening her eyes, Demoria's vision starts to clear a little and she glances about the room she is in.
"At last, you have finally decided to awaken", a soft sounding voice states, breaking the silence.
Startled, Demoria stammers out "Wh...Who...Who are you?"
"My name is of no importance. And we do not have long to chat. We need to move you from this location immediatlely. There are some clothes over there on that chair, put those on quickly and we will depart."
Demoria sits up, glancing about the room to find the source of the voice. The room was empty.
"Was I dreaming just then?" Demoria's gaze lands on the chair. There are indeed some clothing propped on the chair.
"Hurry, before they come. We can't afford to lose anymore time" the voice breaks the silence once again.
Demoria glances around the room again. "Where are you?! Where am I?! What do you want with me!!", she yells out. She quickly makes her way to the chair and puts on the clothing.
"Now is not the time for questions."
"How weird", Demoria thinks, "the voice sounds like it's emanating from the outside, but at the same time feels like it's also coming from inside my mind." Demoria shouts defiantly "I'm not going anywhere unless I get some answers."
Silence
"Am I hallucinating?", Demoria thinks to herself, suddenly feeling a little silly. However, she quickly straightens up again as the voice once again fills the silence.
"There is an emptiness you feel inside; as if a part of you is missing. You are lost, but I will help you find yourself again. However, you must trust me. Your life is in danger if you stay here any longer. Hurry now and escape while there is still a chance."
"To help me find myself", Demoria ponders as she decides to trust in the voice. She could feel something, something familiar that accompanied voice she was hearing. Opening the door to the room, she makes her escape.
<--- wishes she has a banana...
i liked it!!