Fri May 27, 2011 12:53 pm by Phantom
[quote="Ghost Andru":1frvak6n]You must break out. Concentrate on the child. She will set you free....
[narration:1frvak6n]The image wavered and girated faster and he was soon floating through the void again. Nameless colours pulsed around him as his body of light traversed the beyond. Never able to aim, he just let himself be drawn along the currents, following as best he could the slight shimmer of the despair as it made ripples through the fabric of the universe itself. Strange presences flared around him as people in the real world dreamed and random beings of thought emerged from their nightmares and hopes. Andru flashed past them as he delved deeper into the sea of latent power.
He seemed to plummet down, a planet resolving and growing beneath him. He plummeted down through the upper atmosphere. Cutting through the cloud cover and soaring down towards a verdant plain that stretched uninterupted for miles in every direction. His form hovered above the ground by a couple of feet, the grass bathed in the soft blue glow of his form.
The echo of despair had come from around here. A tiny planet deep in the Ocean Beyond, dreamt up by some sentient mind and manifested here in the netherworld[/narration:1frvak6n][/quote:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]... And he was back eher again. The nothingness stretched off in every direction, the view undulating slightly as if he within the bossom of some giant, breathing beast. The child? He pondered this as he tried to make sense out of what had just happened. Did it happen at all? Or did it happen yet? Time, like distance, seemed to have no meaning here.
He closed his "eyes" still unable to let go of his living mannerisms and sighed. The child... Did he mean Joshua or someone else. He hoped it wasn't Lyra. He had no desire to involve Raans daughter in any of this madness. He was dead. It didn't make any difference now anyway. Unfortunately the Force told him it did.
His closed eyes nonwithstanding, he saw himslef thrown forwards as the bare landscape stretched into elongated lines similar to that of the stars as a ship entered hyperspace and flashed past at a sickening pace. Sickening if he had been able to feel such things. This time the journey took on a twist, or a spin rather, and he seemed to hurtling down a twirling vortex of bland colours.
An inspirational impulse led to to think, and speak for some reason...[/narration:1frvak6n]
I'm travelling through time!
[narration:1frvak6n]Time had no meaning here he was sure. It was all one piece to the force as it moved through and around those living things that sprouted its existance. He then went on to conclude that this "traveling" was nothing more than something to make his mind accept the fact that he was moving through time. As soon as his mind took hold of and accepted this fact, everything stopped.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[action:1frvak6n]A verdant plain again but this a tree lined plain. Ulba tree's...[/action:1frvak6n]
Dantooine...
[narration:1frvak6n]He whispered the words as he took in the scene before him. A mighty battle raged as evil force assaulted the forces of good. Ressurected Sith Lord, mere shadows of their former self yet still formidable, raged across the plain towards the distinct building of the Jedi enclave. Kun, Saddow, Bane and others he could recognise at this distance released horrifying force powers of plague, famine, disease and death down on the inhabitants.
An intense light drew his attention to several figures as they advanced from the Jedi stronghold, himself and Raan among them. The Jedi reacting to the threat. This had happened years before he had died. Back before Jade had decided to forgo his force heretige.
The secene seemed to speed up until it showed himself battling his way past Kun and Sadow to take the fight to them man behind this madness.[/narration:1frvak6n]
Jaren...
[narration:1frvak6n]His eyes narrowed at the name. Not for hatred of the man but hatred of the thing the man was about to create. The spirit winced as he watched himself, seven years earlier, destroy Jaren with the powers of the Darkside. This was the start of his slip into oblivion. A slip which may or may not have contributed to his ultimate demise.
He frowned at the image. What sense did it make? Why show him this now?[/narration:1frvak6n]
[color=#FF0000:1frvak6n]Because it shows you that the Darkness has always been there...[/color:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]He felt his posture straighten at the sound of the voice, so like his own. No matter how many times it happened he still got surprised when he appeared. Turning slowly he met the yellow eyes of his kinsman.[/narration:1frvak6n]
Jace...
[narration:1frvak6n]The tone, and the nod that followed, were polite. They had since past the bickering they had had when thay had both found themselves sharing an eternity. They seemed to be bound to each other in some stragne way. He wasn't sure if Jace had was looking for a way back but he was... Wait! Another flash of insight hit him. Jace HAD found a way back and was already moving around in the Galaxy. A disgusted expression found its way onto the Former Jedi's face.[/narration:1frvak6n]
You did it didn't you? You found a way back...
[narration:1frvak6n]The yellow-eyed apparition smiled as it stepped forwards, walking up to Andru's side and staring out over the now-paused scene of battle.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[color=#FF0000:1frvak6n]In a way, yes. I have found a way to channel myself through another in a most... unique way.[/color:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]His eyes flickered to Andru as the other spirit joined him and stood shoulder to shoulder suveying the scene which once again sprung into motion.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[color=#FF0000:1frvak6n]No point in making a move, Solo. You can't do anything here and you have no idea where OR who I am in the real world.[/color:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]Andru smiled his standard lopsided smirk as he watched himself attack the reminants of Jarens army with a blood lust that seemed out of place on the usually calm and cocky Jedi veneer.[/narration:1frvak6n]
Perhaps you haven't made it back to the real world at all. It would be the first time you have show such deceptions.
[narration:1frvak6n]The apparation smiled, a shadow of the smile that Andru wore on his own face and gestured to the scene before them.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[color=#FF0000:1frvak6n]Perhaps I haven't, but thats not why we're here...[/color:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]His gesture became more precise, singling out the living Andru rampaging through a rank of battle droid with apparent glee.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[color=#FF0000:1frvak6n]Look how much fun you seem to be having.[/color:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]The fallen Sith Lord smiled and seemed to "huff" in satisfaction and... Pride?[/narration:1frvak6n]
[color=#FF0000:1frvak6n]The Darkside suits you, nephew...[/color:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]As if compelled his eyes were drawn to his own face from seven years ago. It was twisted with rage and madness much more than he remembered it being in life. As he watched, purplish veins twisted up his neck and across his face as his skin took on a pallid hue. He felt from where he and Jace "stood" the build-up of power and could clearly see the electrical discharge gathering arm=ound his own forearms.
He frowned. That didn't happen...
His past self was flailing around with his midnight blue Saberwhip in lucid form, slashing at droids left and right as he broke through to a group of mind controlled slaves and...
His Saberwhip went dead as he dropped it to the ground. His Jedi robes torn and battered, cloak streaming out behind him in the unatural wind, he raised his hands and unleashed absolute death on the entire group of slaves.
He gasped and sank to his knees as he felt the multiple deaths, over one hundered writhing forms sank to the lushious grass that also burned and withered under the onslaught.[/narration:1frvak6n]
Wait...
[narration:1frvak6n]He choked out the words as he fought to control himself, regaining his metaphorical feet with some difficulty and pointing to himself as the image froze again.[/narration:1frvak6n]
That... never... happened!
[narration:1frvak6n]The other Ghost looked at him with a smirk as he waved a hand to start the image again. Living Andru strode through the twitching, smoking Corpses nonchalantly as he batted bolts with deadly accuracy back at the surviving droid with he re-activated blade.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[color=#FF0000:1frvak6n]No. Its what could have happened if you'd had the courage and the foresight to give in fully to your darkness.[/color:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]Andru looked on in horror as Raan, Vyra and some of his other friends spoke to him, their challenging tones and cuationary wrods clear as if he had actually heard them from his vantage point.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[quote="Jade":1frvak6n]Stand down, Solo. Cousin... your out of control.[/quote:1frvak6n]
[quote="Amidala":1frvak6n]Andru. Stop this. This insane. Its over, no more need to die.[/quote:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]It was his reply, however, that horrified Andru the most. His sneer was the incarnation of evil. The personofication of malice. The embodiment of insane.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[quote="Andru":1frvak6n]Control? I no longer have a limit for control, Jade.[/quote:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]He turned his gaze on Vyra, his eyes already burning with a pale orange glow as he looked her up and down with a disgusting leer.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[quote="Andru":1frvak6n]And you, your worshipfullness. I'm surprised I haven't taken you yet. Everyone else has. Perhaps I'll save you for last...[/quote:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]Without warning his hand shot out and a vertable storm of pale blue lightning flashed out towards Raan. The red headed Jedi was fast and attempted to take the blast on the emerald blade that sprang to life but his attempt was in vain. The storm picked him up and hurled him back into the tree's, scorching several of the tall Ulba tree;s and even collapsing a few under the onlslaught.
Vyra let out a low scream that disolved into a snarl as she drew a saber hilt. He watched as his living self laughed and tilted his head to the left as a blue energy blade appered in Vyra's hand.[/narration:1frvak6n]
Vyra. Don't...
[narration:1frvak6n]It no longer registered in his head that this DIDN'T actually happen. He was too into the image, Jaces psychological magic working its deadly magic once again.
The living Andru deactivated his blade and put the weapon at his belt. Vyra, murder in her eyes charged forwards, swinging clumsily with the unfamiliar weapon. For all her elegance and natural agility, wherever she struck, Andru was somewhere else.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[quote="Andru":1frvak6n]You can't use grown up weapons, Kid. Let me take it off you before you hurt yourself...[/quote:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]The living Andru snatched out a hand and twisted. The "Snap" was audible across a battle field of moaning, dying beings as the former Jedi snapped the boned in the womans wrist. She cried out and sank to the floor as Dark Andru took and reignited her blade. The blue blade highlighted the pale face of the former senator as he levelled it at her neck.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[quote="Andru":1frvak6n]So, you can die by your own weapon, M'Lady. A fitting end to a vigorous career...[/quote:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]The blue blade rose high into the air and...[/narration:1frvak6n]
[action:1frvak6n]Everything disolves into black as the lights seemed to got out across the galaxy...[/action:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]He opened his eyes...[/narration:1frvak6n]
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
[narration:1frvak6n]The image of himself ready to deliver the killing blow on one who was like a sister to him made his head sear with pain. He curled up in a ball and paid no heed to his surounings as he muttered to himself over and over.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[size=85:1frvak6n]It wasn't real. It didn't happen. It wasn't real. It didn't happen...[/size:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]The broken form of Andru Kierra-Solo trembled through eternity as the Galxay both sped and crawled past. Moving forwards and backwards yet, nowhere.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[action:1frvak6n]Several hours, months, years, decades, centuries, millenia, whetever, later...[/action:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]The trembling form lay on the white marbled floor of a circular chamber, his Jedi robes pooled around him. Torment flowed from the figure in waves as he lay there, not moving bar for the trembling which seemed to rattle his soul. Nefarious images flashed through his mind of the scene that he had witnessed. The moment he had betrayed everything that he held dear.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[size=85:1frvak6n][force_speak:1frvak6n]But that never happened...[/force_speak:1frvak6n][/size:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]The figure rolled over and revealed the face of Andru Kierra-Solo, face twisted from the torment within. He wanted to howl out at the injustice of it, to seek an escape from the torture that was him right now.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[size=85:1frvak6n][force_speak:1frvak6n]That never happened...[/force_speak:1frvak6n][/size:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]He scowled at the whispering voice in his head as he rolled into a sitting position and hugged his knee's defensively against the rush of negative emotions that streamed into him from every side.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[force_speak:1frvak6n]That never happened![/force_speak:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]The word were stronger this time and understandable. His head came up and he looked around the circular walls that contained no door. The walls were reflective casting hundreds of images of a huddled, forlorn form that he took a few moments to figure out was him. The words were whispered through the ever present flow of the Force yet, in his misery, he hadn't noticed them for what they were. They sounded like a multiple echo of the voices he knew from his life. One moment Davs, the next Joshua's. Then Ksandra's, followed by Zuli's.
Andru rasied his head further, the torment halted as this new curiousity found purchase. A purchase that he clung to vigorously.[/narration:1frvak6n]
[force_speak:1frvak6n]It never happened. You fled Dantooine and dealt with your demons...[/force_speak:1frvak6n]
[narration:1frvak6n]The snapped his head straight instantly as REAL memories came flooding back. The trip to Tatooine. The battle with Caoimhin. Returning to Yavin IV. It HADN'T happened. He hadn't killed Raan nor Vyra. He hadn't tortured those slaves on Dantooine nor gave in fully to the Dark.
He slowly rose to his feet, all traces of the pain and suffering gone from his features. Back was the confident look that had been his face in life and back was the cocky arrogance that went with it.
With one look around he smiled crookedly and spoke a single phrase.[/narration:1frvak6n]
Ok. I'm done. I wish to leave now.
[narration:1frvak6n]And with those words he was gone, soaring across the Universe and backwards through time on his way ack to his "Here and Now"[/narration:1frvak6n]