Post by DarthXalder on Aug 19, 2008 6:06:47 GMT -5
Prologue - The Seige of Korriban
The Jedi had invaded Korriban, the dead scattered the battlefield, and innocent cries echoed throughout the Sith planet. Curled up into a ball in the corner of his small home, Brenor whimpered, his eyes fixed upon the body of his mother. A Jedi Master had ransacked the place, leaving all but Brenor alive. His parents, Vispor and Dendar Krasilo were both infamous Sith lords. Brenor was troubled due to the visions that carreened in and out his head of the innocent civillians his parents had slaughtered. They had taught him quite well. They said he was Force sensitive, and that he would one day make a great Sith lord.
Brenor hadn't drawn first blood yet, nor did he have the prized possession of both the Jedi and Sith, a lightsaber. His parents told him stories that as soon as he was old enough to receive real Sith training from the academy on Korriban, that he would venture into the caverns below Korriban to seek out his honorary Sith lightsaber. Brenor began to think of the journey, but a muffled sound came from outside. Then, the door burst open, just as it had when the Jedi Master entered to slay his parents. This time, a younger man cloaked in the Jedi robes walked in.
"Your mind is off-track Master, the boy is here. You missed him." Brenor froze. A muffled voice came from the outside, "Just finish the job! Brenor scrambled to his up right position and stared the Jedi directly in the eye. "Aw, if it isn't the son of the two late Sith lords. You thought you got off easy, hmm?" Brenor looked down at his parents' lightsabers. The Jedi pulled his hilt from his utility belt, and a blue beam poured from it. He flourished and advanced, slowly. "What a shame," the Jedi grimaced,"how you'll never receive proper training, and end up like your parents!" Brenor was enraged. For such a young child, at the age of 11, he was quite an angry person.
He gritted his teeth and gazed at the two lightsabers again. The Jedi brought his lightsaber up. Then, Brenor cast his hands out and the lightsabers quickly flew into the opened hands. Two red beams flooded the room, and Brenor leaped forward. Two blades jutted out of the back of the apprentice. His lightsaber beam died down, and the hilt dropped to the ground. His mouth agape, he stuttered for words. Brenor sheathed the two sabers and tucked them away into his pockets. The apprentice fell to the ground and remained motionless.
Just then, the Master entered the room. He stopped at the doorway to acknowledge his apprentice's body, and then gazed at the boy. His face had paled, and his eyes a fierce green. "The effects of the dark side," the Master slowly reached for his lightsaber and the light of a green beam flooded the room. "Heed my words boy," the Jedi Master spoke slowly and softly, "the dark side is a path of anguish, hatred, and pain." And with that, he lunged at the boy. Brenor parried, only to be caught by a chained attack to the side, knocking him off balance. The Jedi swiftly kicked Brenor in the side, causing him to drop a lightsaber. Brenor rolled away from the following strike and leaped upwards. He slashed at the Master, who quickly blocked himself.
"You cannot win," the Master said. "Your mind tricks won't work on me Jedi!" Brenor retaliated. "Aw, your parents are smart to teach you such resistance, 'tis a shame you're choosing the wrong path!" the Jedi yelled. Brenor's face tightened and he lunged towards the Jedi. He stepped to the side and took a swift strike. Brenor's small legs caught the attack, and the disfigured ligaments fell opposite to Brenor. Brenor howled in pain and looked at his seperated legs. The Jedi Master shook his head and walked outside. Suddenly, three Republic troops ran into the house. They brought Brenor to a table and began to slowly bring him to full health. "Make sure you make him a worthy opponent out of him for years to come," said the voice of the Jedi Master, somewhere behind him. Brenor only gazed up at the fading stars of Korriban, and the empty gaze of the medical troops as his eyes shut and he lay there unconcious.
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That's the prologue. I hope you enjoyed it, and there's more to come.
The Jedi had invaded Korriban, the dead scattered the battlefield, and innocent cries echoed throughout the Sith planet. Curled up into a ball in the corner of his small home, Brenor whimpered, his eyes fixed upon the body of his mother. A Jedi Master had ransacked the place, leaving all but Brenor alive. His parents, Vispor and Dendar Krasilo were both infamous Sith lords. Brenor was troubled due to the visions that carreened in and out his head of the innocent civillians his parents had slaughtered. They had taught him quite well. They said he was Force sensitive, and that he would one day make a great Sith lord.
Brenor hadn't drawn first blood yet, nor did he have the prized possession of both the Jedi and Sith, a lightsaber. His parents told him stories that as soon as he was old enough to receive real Sith training from the academy on Korriban, that he would venture into the caverns below Korriban to seek out his honorary Sith lightsaber. Brenor began to think of the journey, but a muffled sound came from outside. Then, the door burst open, just as it had when the Jedi Master entered to slay his parents. This time, a younger man cloaked in the Jedi robes walked in.
"Your mind is off-track Master, the boy is here. You missed him." Brenor froze. A muffled voice came from the outside, "Just finish the job! Brenor scrambled to his up right position and stared the Jedi directly in the eye. "Aw, if it isn't the son of the two late Sith lords. You thought you got off easy, hmm?" Brenor looked down at his parents' lightsabers. The Jedi pulled his hilt from his utility belt, and a blue beam poured from it. He flourished and advanced, slowly. "What a shame," the Jedi grimaced,"how you'll never receive proper training, and end up like your parents!" Brenor was enraged. For such a young child, at the age of 11, he was quite an angry person.
He gritted his teeth and gazed at the two lightsabers again. The Jedi brought his lightsaber up. Then, Brenor cast his hands out and the lightsabers quickly flew into the opened hands. Two red beams flooded the room, and Brenor leaped forward. Two blades jutted out of the back of the apprentice. His lightsaber beam died down, and the hilt dropped to the ground. His mouth agape, he stuttered for words. Brenor sheathed the two sabers and tucked them away into his pockets. The apprentice fell to the ground and remained motionless.
Just then, the Master entered the room. He stopped at the doorway to acknowledge his apprentice's body, and then gazed at the boy. His face had paled, and his eyes a fierce green. "The effects of the dark side," the Master slowly reached for his lightsaber and the light of a green beam flooded the room. "Heed my words boy," the Jedi Master spoke slowly and softly, "the dark side is a path of anguish, hatred, and pain." And with that, he lunged at the boy. Brenor parried, only to be caught by a chained attack to the side, knocking him off balance. The Jedi swiftly kicked Brenor in the side, causing him to drop a lightsaber. Brenor rolled away from the following strike and leaped upwards. He slashed at the Master, who quickly blocked himself.
"You cannot win," the Master said. "Your mind tricks won't work on me Jedi!" Brenor retaliated. "Aw, your parents are smart to teach you such resistance, 'tis a shame you're choosing the wrong path!" the Jedi yelled. Brenor's face tightened and he lunged towards the Jedi. He stepped to the side and took a swift strike. Brenor's small legs caught the attack, and the disfigured ligaments fell opposite to Brenor. Brenor howled in pain and looked at his seperated legs. The Jedi Master shook his head and walked outside. Suddenly, three Republic troops ran into the house. They brought Brenor to a table and began to slowly bring him to full health. "Make sure you make him a worthy opponent out of him for years to come," said the voice of the Jedi Master, somewhere behind him. Brenor only gazed up at the fading stars of Korriban, and the empty gaze of the medical troops as his eyes shut and he lay there unconcious.
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That's the prologue. I hope you enjoyed it, and there's more to come.