Post by Jazen on Jul 10, 2010 13:03:07 GMT -5
The world was a blur. A dark, swirling blur, devoid of color and life. Up and down, left and right, front and back; all of these were lost in the growing void that had overtaken Jazen's mind. In the middle of this void sat Jazen, tumbling around like ball caught in a bowl. He could not see, could not hear, could not smell or touch. He was a senseless being, trapped in a never ending spin. Direction was lost to him and no matter how he flailed, nothing was within reach for him to grip onto to stop his tumble. He wanted to cry out for help, to yell at anything to come and pull him from this fall. He was blind to the world and the world blind to him. No...he wasn't completely blind. Within his horror he found hope; the Force. He felt it within him and like a man finding the rope as he fell, he grasped for it. He didn't even know if he caught it until sometimes returned life to his hand, something he now gripped with an iron grasp. Its warmth slid down his arm to the rest of his cold body and as it did, everything became bright again. So very bright.
When his eyes snapped open, Jazen was in a place he didn't know. It wasn't Umgul, for this place had sunlight that could be seen clearly. However, he felt no warmth from its touch, or the feeling of wind blowing past him, which a set of nearby trees told him existed. He could not feel the ground beneath his feet either. Pinching himself, Jazen winced as his body registered the pain. The fact that he felt pain meant that he was here in a different form of existence than the world around him. Strange. Something moved in the distance, just outside of Jazen's range of sight. He caught a piece of its movement and his head snapped in that direction, hand reaching for his lightsaber. Which wasn't there. Grumbling to himself, Jazen moved off towards the source of the movement, more interested in learning more about where he was at the moment.
He walked for what seemed like days, the location in the distance never seeming to get closer or farther away. The source of the movement was clear at least. Two shadowed figures stood in the place where he had seen the movement, moving in what appeared to be circle at that distance point. Like they were waiting for him. His patience wearing thin, Jazen started to break into a run towards the location, reaching out with the Force to try and find out how far he actually needed to go to reach them. He wanted to know where he was and he wanted to know right now. And suddenly he was there, standing in front of the shadowed figures.
Frozen for a moment and unsure of what had just happened, Jazen stood there, unmoving. He quickly came to his senses and he approached the two figures and asked as politely as he could about where he was and who they were. Neither figure moved. He tried again. Again nothing. Jazen rose his voice and backed it with a push of the Force to bolster its strength. And that's when he realized why they weren't responding to him. It was because no words were coming from his mouth. It was moving, making the motions that would form the words he spoke, but there was no sound to make those words audible. Jazen bit down on his lip to hide his aggravation and in desperation, roared at the two figures in an attempt to force his voice to life.
And even though no sound came out again, the two figures looked at him. And Jazen backed away in shock. Before, they had been nothing but blurred, shadowed images. But now they clearly wore faces; his face. One of utter joy and the other of bitter hate. They slid to him, not walked but quite literally slid and grabbed him by both arms. The faces distorted for a moment and in that time, Jazen saw the faces of people he knew. Locke. His old Master. Gabe. Blanche. And then came two faces he didn't know; one a young woman with white blond hair, the other a man with an intensity Jazen had never seen. As quickly as these faces appeared, they vanished, replaced by his own yet again. And then the whispers began. Whispers that pulled at his heart, his soul. They weren't clear and yet they couldn't be any clearer. And they were whispering things that made Jazen's blood run cold.
Squirming to free himself, Jazen flipped one figure over with a push pull move, then shoved the other off himself with his free hand. And then he ran. Ran as fast as his legs could go, away from the scene. He ran and ran and the figures followed. Every time he looked over his shoulder, they were there, continuing with their whispered voices. Jazen finally stopped looking back and focused on finding a way to safety. And then he saw the glowing light in front of him, emitting the same warmth the Force had passed into his body. He ran for it and with a surge of adrenaline and strength he dove into it. Into that ever so bright warmth and light.....
Jazen woke up again, this time looking at what appeared to be a metal ceiling. And he could feel the cold touch of the table he rested on. For once, Jazen couldn't be happy to feel its frigid fingers. It meant that he was back in reality. He went to rise and found himself tugged in a different direction by something. Glancing down, he noticed several medical devices connected to him, the steady beat of a heartbeat monitor matching beat to the drum of engines in hyperspace. With a shrug, Jazen removed the majority of the devices. The rest slid off with a tap of the Force.
Jazen quickly realized he wasn't alone. His head turned, painfully mind you, to look upon the faces of Locke and Gabe, who stood at two sides of the table he was on to gaze upon him. Shaking to clear the small headache that wanted to dominate his mind, he turned sideways and put his feet to the cold floor beneath. Pain tingled all over his body as he got to his feet, leftovers from the torture that hadnt' quite healed yet. The pain made him grin; he was alive at least. Turning to the two knights, Jazen crossed his arms painfully in front of him and groaned.
"Remind me never to get hurt again. Waking up connected to a bunch of devices that don't even look friendly isn't exactly the kind of wake up call one likes. Good morning, by the way. Or is it evening or afternoon now?
And would someone please silence that cursed heartbeat monitor. It's bad enough that I hurt all over; the sound of flat line is making me think I might still be dreaming and dead."
When his eyes snapped open, Jazen was in a place he didn't know. It wasn't Umgul, for this place had sunlight that could be seen clearly. However, he felt no warmth from its touch, or the feeling of wind blowing past him, which a set of nearby trees told him existed. He could not feel the ground beneath his feet either. Pinching himself, Jazen winced as his body registered the pain. The fact that he felt pain meant that he was here in a different form of existence than the world around him. Strange. Something moved in the distance, just outside of Jazen's range of sight. He caught a piece of its movement and his head snapped in that direction, hand reaching for his lightsaber. Which wasn't there. Grumbling to himself, Jazen moved off towards the source of the movement, more interested in learning more about where he was at the moment.
He walked for what seemed like days, the location in the distance never seeming to get closer or farther away. The source of the movement was clear at least. Two shadowed figures stood in the place where he had seen the movement, moving in what appeared to be circle at that distance point. Like they were waiting for him. His patience wearing thin, Jazen started to break into a run towards the location, reaching out with the Force to try and find out how far he actually needed to go to reach them. He wanted to know where he was and he wanted to know right now. And suddenly he was there, standing in front of the shadowed figures.
Frozen for a moment and unsure of what had just happened, Jazen stood there, unmoving. He quickly came to his senses and he approached the two figures and asked as politely as he could about where he was and who they were. Neither figure moved. He tried again. Again nothing. Jazen rose his voice and backed it with a push of the Force to bolster its strength. And that's when he realized why they weren't responding to him. It was because no words were coming from his mouth. It was moving, making the motions that would form the words he spoke, but there was no sound to make those words audible. Jazen bit down on his lip to hide his aggravation and in desperation, roared at the two figures in an attempt to force his voice to life.
And even though no sound came out again, the two figures looked at him. And Jazen backed away in shock. Before, they had been nothing but blurred, shadowed images. But now they clearly wore faces; his face. One of utter joy and the other of bitter hate. They slid to him, not walked but quite literally slid and grabbed him by both arms. The faces distorted for a moment and in that time, Jazen saw the faces of people he knew. Locke. His old Master. Gabe. Blanche. And then came two faces he didn't know; one a young woman with white blond hair, the other a man with an intensity Jazen had never seen. As quickly as these faces appeared, they vanished, replaced by his own yet again. And then the whispers began. Whispers that pulled at his heart, his soul. They weren't clear and yet they couldn't be any clearer. And they were whispering things that made Jazen's blood run cold.
Squirming to free himself, Jazen flipped one figure over with a push pull move, then shoved the other off himself with his free hand. And then he ran. Ran as fast as his legs could go, away from the scene. He ran and ran and the figures followed. Every time he looked over his shoulder, they were there, continuing with their whispered voices. Jazen finally stopped looking back and focused on finding a way to safety. And then he saw the glowing light in front of him, emitting the same warmth the Force had passed into his body. He ran for it and with a surge of adrenaline and strength he dove into it. Into that ever so bright warmth and light.....
Jazen woke up again, this time looking at what appeared to be a metal ceiling. And he could feel the cold touch of the table he rested on. For once, Jazen couldn't be happy to feel its frigid fingers. It meant that he was back in reality. He went to rise and found himself tugged in a different direction by something. Glancing down, he noticed several medical devices connected to him, the steady beat of a heartbeat monitor matching beat to the drum of engines in hyperspace. With a shrug, Jazen removed the majority of the devices. The rest slid off with a tap of the Force.
Jazen quickly realized he wasn't alone. His head turned, painfully mind you, to look upon the faces of Locke and Gabe, who stood at two sides of the table he was on to gaze upon him. Shaking to clear the small headache that wanted to dominate his mind, he turned sideways and put his feet to the cold floor beneath. Pain tingled all over his body as he got to his feet, leftovers from the torture that hadnt' quite healed yet. The pain made him grin; he was alive at least. Turning to the two knights, Jazen crossed his arms painfully in front of him and groaned.
"Remind me never to get hurt again. Waking up connected to a bunch of devices that don't even look friendly isn't exactly the kind of wake up call one likes. Good morning, by the way. Or is it evening or afternoon now?
And would someone please silence that cursed heartbeat monitor. It's bad enough that I hurt all over; the sound of flat line is making me think I might still be dreaming and dead."