Questioning Questions that shouldn't be Questioned

[D A N T E]

Dante felt the force coming, and brought up his hand. Stepping forward, he threw his hand at her, his rage and fury intertwined in the throw. All the force that was wrapped around the building sucked inward to the palm of his hand, and was thrown towards her, crashing through her force push and sent skyrocketing across the room, the tiles on the floor being ripped upward, covering a twenty foot span and sending all the debris between them towards the wall and the Jedi.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Like a leaf on the wind, Sherasti weaved in and out of the debris. It was impossible to avoid all of it, but between her lightsaber and her command of the force she was able to minimize the damage. She danced past the largest bits, and deflected others with her saber. But the onslaught was taking its toll. She was battered and bleeding from a dozen minor wounds, and her left arm had stiffened again.

It had never recovered from an injury years ago, and the additional beating was a reminder of past pain. But she had overcome that pain, as she would overcome this pain.


In the storm, she found serenity. Surrounded by the onslaught, she had found her center. Foot by foot and inch by inch she fought her way to the door through which she had entered. And with a final frenzy of effort she cleared it.

The desert air and the blowing wind kicked up sand behind her, and its grit caused each of her cuts to sting. But she was alive, and she guarded the only way out. She tore her eyes from the starlight and looked back to the doorway.

One more time she called out to Dante.

"All I ever wanted was to help you Dante," she used the name she had gently seen inside him in an effort to personalize her plea. "But I see now that I cannot until you make the choice to accept help."

She sagely predicted the future, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "One day you will see the change that must be made inside you. And on that day I hope you will remember me. That you will remember my offer, and I pray it won't be too late. The path you started down upon will always end in death, pain, and misery. But it is never too late to turn from it." She raised her lightsaber in a Makashi salute.

[D A N T E]

Dante froze himself, the force he had blasted at her was enough to increase his breathing.

He panted, his chest rising and falling as the room finally came to a still. Little chunks fell from the cracked ceiling, large chunks falling separately. The dust cleared, and she was no longer inside the cantina. He heard her call out to him from the storm, her word in perfect clarity.

"You'll remember this day..."

He stood up right and closed his lightsaber, knowing that he couldn't chase her. Calming himself, and taking a deep breath, he threw a forceful punch into the bar behind him, crushing a hole in the crystalline frame. The lights flashed, and then died. He'd remember, but he wasn't so sure about a change. He waited for her to leave.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Sherasti knew it was over know. She deactivated her lightsaber and returned it to her belt.

The Togruta had failed. In fact, both force users had failed in their respective missions. Sherasti was alive, if battered, and Dante still walked along the dark path. The Jedi could only hope she'd laid the seeds for a return to the light. Whether they would die or find a place to grow was beyond her knowledge. She was no prophet, even though she could tell the future for any dark-sider who didn't redeem himself. But that story was always the same, and would always be the same.

With the same mournful expression on her face, the Jedi set off for the settlement and medical attention. It was over indeed.

[End?]

[D A N T E]

Regaining himself, now that the Jedi's presense was no longer as powerful, he stepped out of the cantina, the storm whipping his trousers. Tossing his cloak over his shoulder he took a step, only to stop and pause to squint. Moments later he sneezed, his head shooting down. Behind him, that's all that took to collapse the building. He turned around and smirked.

"The place was lame anyway."

He was back to his normal self, her words in the back of his mind.

[End. I'd say so. We can start another topic in the actual forums, I wouldn't recommend your Jedi though, at least not yet for him.]