Post by Cain on Feb 21, 2009 23:17:11 GMT -5
Story submitted by Christopher Enyar
Can one ever know exactly how their day will go? If one were to do something every day, would it always work out the same way. The answer is no, because no matter what you do, even if it is the same routine over and over, someone will do something differently, and it will affect the way you do things. Therefore, every day is different, if ever so slightly.
Rav Tyler learned that lesson on this day. He learned that the day will always be different, no matter what he does. And that it was unpredictable. He was a simple man of the age of twenty, working like everyone else. Every day, he got up as the sun rose, took a shower, ate breakfast, and went to work.
He lived on a small planet where little ever happened, and few ever took notice of. It wasn’t on any trade routes, didn’t have any special zoological creatures, exotic sentient species, or incredible historical sites. It was just home to a few cities, and an average, quiet life. On this world, he worked as a waiter at the local diner. It didn’t pay much, just enough to keep him doing the same thing over and over.
Rav was a rather boring type of man. He had short brown hair, normal features, and had nothing at all fascinating about him. He just went about the days like there was never anything special about them. He was friendly enough, and people knew him and liked him alright, but like him, most ran through the day like everything was set in a permanent loop. This was not a planet of hopes and dreams, just relaxed normalcy.
But today would be different. He did not yet know it, but today would be very different, aside from its beginning. He just went to work, and started out seeing the same faces, like he knew he would. Just before everything changed.
She knew he needed somewhere to hide. For several years, the Jedi and Sith swung back and forth, switching out who was more powerful. The last battle had switched the tide yet again, in favor of the Jedi. And now, as they had done before, the Sith had scattered to regain their strength and come back again in full force, in a few years. It was a tale told too many times.
Sale Dalery, as she was known when she was but a lowly Jedi, was still a beauty in the galaxy. She had become pale, but still showed the signs of youth, unlike some other wrinkling old Sith out there, and her brilliant blond hair, and bright blue eyes had a sense of innocent beauty that hid the cold, calculating Sith warrior inside.
She focused on the screen of the little ship she had stolen. A course was set for some small world, which seemed rather bland. Nothing of importance, just another world where people made their lives continue. It seemed rather perfect. No Jedi or Republic officials would think a Sith hid here. She could build some sort of secret base here, and gather the worthless locals and turn them into her weapons.
She smiled at the thought, and jumped into hyperspace. If they were expecting a normal day, they would surely be disappointed.
It was a normal day so far. Familiar faces came in at Breakfast, and Lunch, and eventually dinner. But as he helped close up shop, he heard a ship coming towards the town, presumably towards the hangers. They didn’t get visitors too often around here. But, it would not effect him too much as he continued with his way back home.
He walked, because he did not live that far away from his job. Hell, everything was in walking distance. Even the Hanger. He could get there in ten minutes at a jog. Small planet, small town. But he got a weird feeling as he went home. Like someone was watching him. He looked around, but could see no one. He brushed it off as nothing and continued on his way.
But as he came to his door, he was shown that he should not have brushed the feeling off as nothing. The door opened, and he heard a buzz as a light, like a laser, was inches from his neck. “Be silent,” said a female voice behind him, with a cold air about it, like the owner of the voice would not hesitate to kill him if he refused. “Move forward, slowly.” He did, and she followed closely. He was terrified. What on Earth was going on. He had heard tales of the Jedi and Sith, but never actually seen one, let alone be threatened by one.
His living room was a simple one, with a few chairs here and there, and nothing else. Why bother when few people came over? “Sit,” commanded the voice. Rather then wait for him to, she simply kicked him into one of the chairs. She was beautiful, but the fact that she was able to kill him whenever she wanted made him less noticeable of that fact, for now.
She lifted her hand, and to his amazement, one of his chairs followed her motions and set itself down in front of him. She took a seat, and gave a sigh like it had been a long day for her. “Just so that I avoid the questions,” she said, her voice now something resembling bored. “I will tell you that I am seizing your house as my new home, for now. You will act as my slave. The Sith have lost the war, and now I need somewhere to lay low for a while, and this town is rather perfect for that purpose. Of course, I will also need to keep up my power base a bit, so you will not be the first to have to submit to my will. Little places like this are easy to convert into personal armies. Anything else you would like to know?”
Rav was still quite afraid, but he was able to calm himself a little bit. At least it was not in her plans to kill him. And he best get answers to any questions he had in mind while he could. “Why do you think it will be so easy to change everyone into your own slave army?” he asked, trying to sound brave, and failing at it.
She laughed. “Well, little man, that is a simple question to answer. Perhaps you should find out for yourself.” The techniques she then proceeded to use on his mind were horrible. Destroying his sense of free will and self, and replacing it with only a will to serve her.
This same thing would happen to all the little residents of the little town on the little planet. Their minds destroyed, and enslaved by the Sith Lady. It just goes to show, you can never tell how drastic a day can change.
Can one ever know exactly how their day will go? If one were to do something every day, would it always work out the same way. The answer is no, because no matter what you do, even if it is the same routine over and over, someone will do something differently, and it will affect the way you do things. Therefore, every day is different, if ever so slightly.
Rav Tyler learned that lesson on this day. He learned that the day will always be different, no matter what he does. And that it was unpredictable. He was a simple man of the age of twenty, working like everyone else. Every day, he got up as the sun rose, took a shower, ate breakfast, and went to work.
He lived on a small planet where little ever happened, and few ever took notice of. It wasn’t on any trade routes, didn’t have any special zoological creatures, exotic sentient species, or incredible historical sites. It was just home to a few cities, and an average, quiet life. On this world, he worked as a waiter at the local diner. It didn’t pay much, just enough to keep him doing the same thing over and over.
Rav was a rather boring type of man. He had short brown hair, normal features, and had nothing at all fascinating about him. He just went about the days like there was never anything special about them. He was friendly enough, and people knew him and liked him alright, but like him, most ran through the day like everything was set in a permanent loop. This was not a planet of hopes and dreams, just relaxed normalcy.
But today would be different. He did not yet know it, but today would be very different, aside from its beginning. He just went to work, and started out seeing the same faces, like he knew he would. Just before everything changed.
She knew he needed somewhere to hide. For several years, the Jedi and Sith swung back and forth, switching out who was more powerful. The last battle had switched the tide yet again, in favor of the Jedi. And now, as they had done before, the Sith had scattered to regain their strength and come back again in full force, in a few years. It was a tale told too many times.
Sale Dalery, as she was known when she was but a lowly Jedi, was still a beauty in the galaxy. She had become pale, but still showed the signs of youth, unlike some other wrinkling old Sith out there, and her brilliant blond hair, and bright blue eyes had a sense of innocent beauty that hid the cold, calculating Sith warrior inside.
She focused on the screen of the little ship she had stolen. A course was set for some small world, which seemed rather bland. Nothing of importance, just another world where people made their lives continue. It seemed rather perfect. No Jedi or Republic officials would think a Sith hid here. She could build some sort of secret base here, and gather the worthless locals and turn them into her weapons.
She smiled at the thought, and jumped into hyperspace. If they were expecting a normal day, they would surely be disappointed.
It was a normal day so far. Familiar faces came in at Breakfast, and Lunch, and eventually dinner. But as he helped close up shop, he heard a ship coming towards the town, presumably towards the hangers. They didn’t get visitors too often around here. But, it would not effect him too much as he continued with his way back home.
He walked, because he did not live that far away from his job. Hell, everything was in walking distance. Even the Hanger. He could get there in ten minutes at a jog. Small planet, small town. But he got a weird feeling as he went home. Like someone was watching him. He looked around, but could see no one. He brushed it off as nothing and continued on his way.
But as he came to his door, he was shown that he should not have brushed the feeling off as nothing. The door opened, and he heard a buzz as a light, like a laser, was inches from his neck. “Be silent,” said a female voice behind him, with a cold air about it, like the owner of the voice would not hesitate to kill him if he refused. “Move forward, slowly.” He did, and she followed closely. He was terrified. What on Earth was going on. He had heard tales of the Jedi and Sith, but never actually seen one, let alone be threatened by one.
His living room was a simple one, with a few chairs here and there, and nothing else. Why bother when few people came over? “Sit,” commanded the voice. Rather then wait for him to, she simply kicked him into one of the chairs. She was beautiful, but the fact that she was able to kill him whenever she wanted made him less noticeable of that fact, for now.
She lifted her hand, and to his amazement, one of his chairs followed her motions and set itself down in front of him. She took a seat, and gave a sigh like it had been a long day for her. “Just so that I avoid the questions,” she said, her voice now something resembling bored. “I will tell you that I am seizing your house as my new home, for now. You will act as my slave. The Sith have lost the war, and now I need somewhere to lay low for a while, and this town is rather perfect for that purpose. Of course, I will also need to keep up my power base a bit, so you will not be the first to have to submit to my will. Little places like this are easy to convert into personal armies. Anything else you would like to know?”
Rav was still quite afraid, but he was able to calm himself a little bit. At least it was not in her plans to kill him. And he best get answers to any questions he had in mind while he could. “Why do you think it will be so easy to change everyone into your own slave army?” he asked, trying to sound brave, and failing at it.
She laughed. “Well, little man, that is a simple question to answer. Perhaps you should find out for yourself.” The techniques she then proceeded to use on his mind were horrible. Destroying his sense of free will and self, and replacing it with only a will to serve her.
This same thing would happen to all the little residents of the little town on the little planet. Their minds destroyed, and enslaved by the Sith Lady. It just goes to show, you can never tell how drastic a day can change.
