The man soon stopped a few feet from the Queen and her daughter and took a deep breath. He straightened his legs and saluted the Queen with his right hand straight and barely above the black plate for his vision.He carried two pistols and the mohawk like top was striped in yellow. His armor looked like it had been in many battles, and that he sufferred hardships, but Crystaall could only imagine what he faced.
"RC-113910, at your service M'lady."
"John, you will watch my daughter while she partakes in the party. I want you to stick close to her and keep her safe."
"No need to worry M'lady. She is in safe hands."
"Crystaall, don't do anything rash while I go talk to visitors from other planets. I need to keep the Empire off our backs don't I?"
The Quee smiled and then dissappeared in the crowd. The circle dissipated and everyone went their own way as Crystaall just stood there with the clone. She felt uncomfortable standing someone that was born to serve, or rather created. There were no expressions that came from his voice earlier, and she could not see through his helmet to tell what lay within his face and what he felt. This was a disadvantage she never had, for she was great with telling someone's emotions, something she guessed was a power in the Force most Jedi had. She supposed she learned it early, but she still was halted by the mask and the voice. The clone was unreadable.
"Having trouble with something ma'am?"
"No, its just..... Most clones still serve the Empire."
"Unfortunately, my squad and I served them for a time. We did exactly what your captain tried to do. Eliminate the remaining Jedi."
4/11/14
Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Pt 1
The anger deep in her heart, made the adrenaline rush to her head. Her realization of her strength in the Force, made it even more powerful. The fact that she had such power scared her. But her anger was what moved her. She rand in her black boots and fancy silk black dress toward the party, breaking through the palace's main gates. She moved through the crowd of people and then the adrenaline began to wear off. She hurriedly looked around and soon realized that she was surrounded by nobles and commoners alike. It was a scene she had never seen, and even more stumbling was that they were here to greet her return. A return to a planet she never remembered. They surrounded her like predators surrounded their single prey. A girl, about her same age, walked up to her to greet her, but Crystaall was so lost that all she could do was back up in horror. This was a sight that had made her frozen and confused. Everything was blurry, and she could barely hear.
"He told me about how naive you become with anger."
Crystaall quickly turned to see her mother. She could finally hear clearly and her sight came back. Her sudden fear and confusion was gone. An instance that she hoped would never happen again. Crystaall ran toward her mother and hugged her, gripping her tightly. The Queen hesitated to hug her, and instead decided to place her hand on Crystaall's head.
"I now see why he kept you. You were never suppossed to be here. By the way you have reacted, I understand that you were born for whatever he trained you for. I never thought I'd have to tell you the family secret, but under such circumstances, I believe I can tell you after the party has dimmed. Will you be able to handle the crowd, my daughter?"
"If you can give me someone to stand by me, I think I'll be fine. What happened to Kast?"
"The rodian has decided to watch your equipment, and to think about something. As for someone to watch you, let me offer my best. John!!!"
A man soon rushed up through the crowd to enter the small circle that surrouded the two women. This circle was due to the Queen needing her space in events such as these. This man was different than the royal guards Crystaall had seen earlier. He was fashioning and old, dirty white suit of clone armor. Armor similar to that of clone troopers during the Clone Wars. But all of the remaining clones served the Empire.
"He told me about how naive you become with anger."
Crystaall quickly turned to see her mother. She could finally hear clearly and her sight came back. Her sudden fear and confusion was gone. An instance that she hoped would never happen again. Crystaall ran toward her mother and hugged her, gripping her tightly. The Queen hesitated to hug her, and instead decided to place her hand on Crystaall's head.
"I now see why he kept you. You were never suppossed to be here. By the way you have reacted, I understand that you were born for whatever he trained you for. I never thought I'd have to tell you the family secret, but under such circumstances, I believe I can tell you after the party has dimmed. Will you be able to handle the crowd, my daughter?"
"If you can give me someone to stand by me, I think I'll be fine. What happened to Kast?"
"The rodian has decided to watch your equipment, and to think about something. As for someone to watch you, let me offer my best. John!!!"
A man soon rushed up through the crowd to enter the small circle that surrouded the two women. This circle was due to the Queen needing her space in events such as these. This man was different than the royal guards Crystaall had seen earlier. He was fashioning and old, dirty white suit of clone armor. Armor similar to that of clone troopers during the Clone Wars. But all of the remaining clones served the Empire.
4/10/14
Chapter 7: (no current name) Part 9
"If he knew of his death, wouldn't he have tried to prevent it?"
"He must have known something we didn't"
Crystaall and Grey-Kast looked at each other and then sighed, turning away. They both began to wonder what could have stopped Vex from preventing his own death. Was it the future that entailed Crystaall's true destiny that stopped it? Or was it another being in the Force that had halted his attempts? They both came to the conclusion that he might have just accepted his death, knowing he would be saving someone important. But there was a little thing inside Grey-Kast telling him that something else had intervened and allowed him to accept it. But their thinking was cut off as the doors opened and they both looked out the balcony to see that night had finally arrived and many lights colored the sky. Turning toward the door, they saw the Queen in a very fancy red and golden dress with a massive head-ornament that portrayed the same colors. Crystaall's silk black dress couldn't compare to its exquisite design and Grey-Kast's tacky smuggler outfit was not fit for a party. He shrugged his shoulders as Crystaall stood up and bowed her head to her mother, and Kast did the same, only in respect of the woman's position.
"So, are you two conversing done talking about me?"
"But we never were. Grey-Kast was telling me the truth of my past and about Vex."
"Vex? You mean the Vex that kept you from me so you could become something like him?"
"He knew me better than you ever will! He knew I was not fit for this lifestyle. I was born a fighter, not a royal. And you weren't either. You just hide behind a mask."
"How dare you! I-"
"How dare I!? Damn you! Look at me! I am your only child, and you dare throw hatred, and screaming, and extreme violence in my face. I went through hell and back to learn my past. And all I found is this. A Queen that no longer deserves the title of Mother."
Crystaall walked forward and pushed her way through her mother as she stormed down the hallway in anger. Her cheeks were red with frustration and her fists were clenched tight. Her legs were tight and barely bent as she marched toward the plaza. She could see out the windows that that was where the main attraction and party was. A party that celebrated her return to her home. A return she wished she never made.
"He must have known something we didn't"
Crystaall and Grey-Kast looked at each other and then sighed, turning away. They both began to wonder what could have stopped Vex from preventing his own death. Was it the future that entailed Crystaall's true destiny that stopped it? Or was it another being in the Force that had halted his attempts? They both came to the conclusion that he might have just accepted his death, knowing he would be saving someone important. But there was a little thing inside Grey-Kast telling him that something else had intervened and allowed him to accept it. But their thinking was cut off as the doors opened and they both looked out the balcony to see that night had finally arrived and many lights colored the sky. Turning toward the door, they saw the Queen in a very fancy red and golden dress with a massive head-ornament that portrayed the same colors. Crystaall's silk black dress couldn't compare to its exquisite design and Grey-Kast's tacky smuggler outfit was not fit for a party. He shrugged his shoulders as Crystaall stood up and bowed her head to her mother, and Kast did the same, only in respect of the woman's position.
"So, are you two conversing done talking about me?"
"But we never were. Grey-Kast was telling me the truth of my past and about Vex."
"Vex? You mean the Vex that kept you from me so you could become something like him?"
"He knew me better than you ever will! He knew I was not fit for this lifestyle. I was born a fighter, not a royal. And you weren't either. You just hide behind a mask."
"How dare you! I-"
"How dare I!? Damn you! Look at me! I am your only child, and you dare throw hatred, and screaming, and extreme violence in my face. I went through hell and back to learn my past. And all I found is this. A Queen that no longer deserves the title of Mother."
Crystaall walked forward and pushed her way through her mother as she stormed down the hallway in anger. Her cheeks were red with frustration and her fists were clenched tight. Her legs were tight and barely bent as she marched toward the plaza. She could see out the windows that that was where the main attraction and party was. A party that celebrated her return to her home. A return she wished she never made.
4/9/14
Chapter 7: (no current name) Part 8
"Crystaall!"
Grey-Kast grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her for a few moments before she pushed him off. All she could do was shake her head and nod for Grey-Kast to continue. The thoughts of her her murders still roamed inside her head, but she couldn't keep them forever. All the more reason to become smarter and wiser, and to never let the A.I inside, roam free.
"Please, continue."
"You're sure you can stand the rest without going into a trance?"
"I'm sure.. just get on with it."
"Alright. Well, during Order 66 your master was killed, and as far as Vex knew you escaped with the help of aother Jedi and-"
"No... I didn't"
"What?"
"I escaped through the vents, crawling my way through smoke and ash. I passed out when I started to fall...."
"But- How do you remember this?"
"It was in one of my dreams. And my dreams lately have been like that of visions into the past and the future. Its rather disorienting."
"Well, that would explain why you're not acting as naive as Vex descripted you to be. Perhaps you've become smarter due to an unknown effect from these... dreams. The Jedi would call them premonitions, and that they were almost true events from the Living Force."
"How do you know so much about Jedi?"
"Vex needed a background on Jedi when the Death Watch captain found you. Somehow he knew what you were, and how interested I was on learning a culture so different from my own."
"So what, he could tell the future?"
"More or less, he probably had the same premonitions you did. Maybe even one of his own death."
Grey-Kast grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her for a few moments before she pushed him off. All she could do was shake her head and nod for Grey-Kast to continue. The thoughts of her her murders still roamed inside her head, but she couldn't keep them forever. All the more reason to become smarter and wiser, and to never let the A.I inside, roam free.
"Please, continue."
"You're sure you can stand the rest without going into a trance?"
"I'm sure.. just get on with it."
"Alright. Well, during Order 66 your master was killed, and as far as Vex knew you escaped with the help of aother Jedi and-"
"No... I didn't"
"What?"
"I escaped through the vents, crawling my way through smoke and ash. I passed out when I started to fall...."
"But- How do you remember this?"
"It was in one of my dreams. And my dreams lately have been like that of visions into the past and the future. Its rather disorienting."
"Well, that would explain why you're not acting as naive as Vex descripted you to be. Perhaps you've become smarter due to an unknown effect from these... dreams. The Jedi would call them premonitions, and that they were almost true events from the Living Force."
"How do you know so much about Jedi?"
"Vex needed a background on Jedi when the Death Watch captain found you. Somehow he knew what you were, and how interested I was on learning a culture so different from my own."
"So what, he could tell the future?"
"More or less, he probably had the same premonitions you did. Maybe even one of his own death."
4/8/14
Chapter 7: (no current name) Part 7
"I'm listening rodian."
"Alright, now let me think. I know that your mother was a slave when she was born, and your father was a Jedi. But he was a Jedi who was corrupted and he fled the Temple when it went up in flames during the Executions of Order 66. You were born with a birth defect. Jedi Consulars could not fathom how you gained this defect, but you've seen it first hand. You age twice as slower as a normal Human. This would make you over thirty years old. Now-"
"What!? 30 years old!?!?"
"Will you let me finish? You want to learn don't you?"
"Yes, but 30 years?"
"If anything it'd be a wise decision to ask your mother about that defect. But I wouldn't call it a defect. And as I was going to say, this defect makes you smarter than most of the people your age. But unfortunately, for your mother, she couldn't keep you when you born. Your corrupted father took you to the Jedi on Coruscant to be trained there by him personally. His plan backfired when you were put under special tutelage by Grand Master Yoda... I think. The Jedi had weird names. Can't even remember them all. But on with the story. You were trained by the Grand Master for several years until a proper master took you as his Padawan, or Apprentice. It didn't last long because when you were around 5 years old, Order 66 was executed. I assume you already know what it is. Crystaall?"
Crystaall had gone into shock at that moment. She began to slowly realize that she was a Force-user. But she was not just a Force-user, she was a Force-user who murdered others like her when she was under the command of the Exile of Death Watch. She killed each Jedi in cold-blood, having made believed that Jedi were evil, and that Order 66 was an order meant for everyone to kill the Jedi. She was fooled. This order was meant for the execution of Jedi. Pure man-slaughter. And she did it in spectacular fashion. Crystaall was horrified at herself, more than impressed. She had used the Force unknowingly to help her in almost everything she did. She couldn't believe she used it to kill others like her. And now she closed her eyes and tried to shake away the thoughts, but they stood in place like brick walls. She could not move them and they just threw in her face another realization. Every Jedi she killed told her they could sense her power... and that she was wrong. She had always dismissed it, except for the power part. They perceived her strength in the Force to threaten that of the Emperor. But she was just a mere girl then. What could be her power now? And how strong in the Force could she become?
"Alright, now let me think. I know that your mother was a slave when she was born, and your father was a Jedi. But he was a Jedi who was corrupted and he fled the Temple when it went up in flames during the Executions of Order 66. You were born with a birth defect. Jedi Consulars could not fathom how you gained this defect, but you've seen it first hand. You age twice as slower as a normal Human. This would make you over thirty years old. Now-"
"What!? 30 years old!?!?"
"Will you let me finish? You want to learn don't you?"
"Yes, but 30 years?"
"If anything it'd be a wise decision to ask your mother about that defect. But I wouldn't call it a defect. And as I was going to say, this defect makes you smarter than most of the people your age. But unfortunately, for your mother, she couldn't keep you when you born. Your corrupted father took you to the Jedi on Coruscant to be trained there by him personally. His plan backfired when you were put under special tutelage by Grand Master Yoda... I think. The Jedi had weird names. Can't even remember them all. But on with the story. You were trained by the Grand Master for several years until a proper master took you as his Padawan, or Apprentice. It didn't last long because when you were around 5 years old, Order 66 was executed. I assume you already know what it is. Crystaall?"
Crystaall had gone into shock at that moment. She began to slowly realize that she was a Force-user. But she was not just a Force-user, she was a Force-user who murdered others like her when she was under the command of the Exile of Death Watch. She killed each Jedi in cold-blood, having made believed that Jedi were evil, and that Order 66 was an order meant for everyone to kill the Jedi. She was fooled. This order was meant for the execution of Jedi. Pure man-slaughter. And she did it in spectacular fashion. Crystaall was horrified at herself, more than impressed. She had used the Force unknowingly to help her in almost everything she did. She couldn't believe she used it to kill others like her. And now she closed her eyes and tried to shake away the thoughts, but they stood in place like brick walls. She could not move them and they just threw in her face another realization. Every Jedi she killed told her they could sense her power... and that she was wrong. She had always dismissed it, except for the power part. They perceived her strength in the Force to threaten that of the Emperor. But she was just a mere girl then. What could be her power now? And how strong in the Force could she become?
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