Post by Skeang on Jul 26, 2012 0:05:58 GMT -8
(Lemme know if I did everything right)
Skeang groggily awoke, all he felt was pain throughout his nervous system. Perking his ears up he listened to those around him, a soldier nearby spoke.
"I heard the whole thing was blown to bits"
"The whole thing?"
"Yes, all that's left of Alderaan is floating rubble."
"Seems a bit much to me, but if it keeps the rebels from making a move it must be worth it."
Skeang jolted up, or at least he would have if his body was not so heartily restrained. Alderaan was the last place he had seen his family before he went off to become sith. His people were nomadic so the chance of them being caught in the decimation was not one hundred percent but the thought that every other Gen'dai he had ever known could be dead shook him to his core. Skeang tried to get up, once again forgetting that his entire mass was tied down after the previous beating he had received. Skeang called out down the hallway,
"Hey.. Untie me. I am awake."
A soldier slowly walked in front of his room, his vision blocked by bars which was the cue for Skeang to realize he was in a holding cell.
"You really don't die do you? The troopers beat you into an unrecognizable pulp and less than a week later your back."
"Let me out.. I need to get out of here."
The solider laughed, "Now you know I can't do that. You may have been brought here for whatever special nonsense the higher ups though you had. But since you didn't meet there expectations your just a punching bag to us now."
Skeang fell back forlorn, full of sadness. He came here being told they would make him strong, make him sith. No such promise had been kept. He was beaten senseless, tested upon and now held captive while his family was most likely dead. Skeang laid his head back, noticing that his arm was refusing to regrow. He had never felt such sadness in his short life, and he hated and resented it. Skeang knew that his life would would last so much longer and he never wanted to feel this much sadness again. He was scared, terrified to think that he could live like this for a second, let alone thousands of years. The fear sparked something in him, something that he had only felt in small amounts before. The power surged inside him, as if he was no longer in control. Skeang no longer felt powerless, he felt strong, immortal, godly even. He unknowingly was tapping into an immense dark force power, and quickly losing himself to it. Skeang's body reacted to this well of power that he had found, swelling to an even larger size than he normally was, reforming stronger and more sturdy than before. The walls of the room bent outward, the bar door to his cell as well as dark energies erupted in all directions around him. Skeang ripped open the restraints, eyes glowing red as he stared at the guard who had taunted him. Skeang felt so foreign in this state, like he was a visitor in his body, but whatever was controlling him was making him feel good. The guard who had noticed this spectacle was against the wall across from the jail door, terrified as the monster glared at him from inside the cell. The cell suddenly exploding as Skeang's claw blasted through the bars gripping the guard tightly.
The guard, who was at a loss for air tried to plea for his life, "No.. no.. stop.. Skeang was it..? You can leave now, I won't st.."
The guard's sentence was cut off as Skeang dug all five of his fingers like daggers into parts of his body. The guard tried to stutter out a last plea but Skeang separated his fingers ripping the guard apart, blood splattering all over the floor. Skeang looked at the shreds in his hand and realized. This was the power he wanted, the power he deserved for the sacrifices his made, the power to take down anyone who opposed him and those who have harmed him. The empire had broken him down and he had come back, stronger. Now all he wanted was to break them down, to the ground. Until those who would treat people like him the way he had been treated would regret him, resent him, and fear him the same way he felt about them. The empire would pay for all that was done to him, and those like him.
It was then two more guards came, firing upon him without a word. The shots which would usually cause Skeang to falter didn't even phase him. He didn't even feel them, Skeang relished in the idea that he was completely immune to them. However he did not wait long before striking them. Turning his right hand into one enormous spike he sent it through the first guard. As the other grimaced in the gore of it all Skeang turned the point sticking out the back of first guard back into his hand which grabbed and pierced the second quicker than his eyes could follow. Before Skeang could enjoy the kills he had just caused another few guards came into the cell block. Skeang charged them, running far faster than he thought he could and leapt over them. He came down with a thundering crash, that sent him through the floor he was on. Skeang stood beneath a gaping hole in the ceiling, the floor littered with the torn bodies of the guards he jumped on. It was then that he realized he was in the emergency escape room, surrounded by escape pods. Skeang pressed the sequence to start up the closest pod until he heard footsteps coming in the room. Roughly fifteen guards surrounded him as he finished getting the pod ready. They all fired upon him as he stood motionless. Skeang tried to tell them to run, but instead of words came a bellowing roar. A roar that brought the guards to there backs, either through fear or through the sheer force of the sound that Skeang made. As the guards scattered from the room Skeang entered the pod, sending it off toward the nearest planet. He felt victorious as the pod made its way away from the ship he had thrown into chaos, however this feeling did not last. Suddenly Skeang felt an emptiness, like a void had been made inside him. Skeang's body collapsed in on itself, falling to his knees. Everything felt cold for him, as he started to lose consciousness. It was painful for Skeang but he knew that this power, this amazing, stupendous power; however costly it was, would set him free. And bring fear into the hearts of those he opposed.
Skeang's pod landed in a slum in Taris. He awoke six months later, confused his memory of his escape very foggy. Skeang tried to tap into that power that he remembered, but was unable to, no matter what he tried.
Skeang groggily awoke, all he felt was pain throughout his nervous system. Perking his ears up he listened to those around him, a soldier nearby spoke.
"I heard the whole thing was blown to bits"
"The whole thing?"
"Yes, all that's left of Alderaan is floating rubble."
"Seems a bit much to me, but if it keeps the rebels from making a move it must be worth it."
Skeang jolted up, or at least he would have if his body was not so heartily restrained. Alderaan was the last place he had seen his family before he went off to become sith. His people were nomadic so the chance of them being caught in the decimation was not one hundred percent but the thought that every other Gen'dai he had ever known could be dead shook him to his core. Skeang tried to get up, once again forgetting that his entire mass was tied down after the previous beating he had received. Skeang called out down the hallway,
"Hey.. Untie me. I am awake."
A soldier slowly walked in front of his room, his vision blocked by bars which was the cue for Skeang to realize he was in a holding cell.
"You really don't die do you? The troopers beat you into an unrecognizable pulp and less than a week later your back."
"Let me out.. I need to get out of here."
The solider laughed, "Now you know I can't do that. You may have been brought here for whatever special nonsense the higher ups though you had. But since you didn't meet there expectations your just a punching bag to us now."
Skeang fell back forlorn, full of sadness. He came here being told they would make him strong, make him sith. No such promise had been kept. He was beaten senseless, tested upon and now held captive while his family was most likely dead. Skeang laid his head back, noticing that his arm was refusing to regrow. He had never felt such sadness in his short life, and he hated and resented it. Skeang knew that his life would would last so much longer and he never wanted to feel this much sadness again. He was scared, terrified to think that he could live like this for a second, let alone thousands of years. The fear sparked something in him, something that he had only felt in small amounts before. The power surged inside him, as if he was no longer in control. Skeang no longer felt powerless, he felt strong, immortal, godly even. He unknowingly was tapping into an immense dark force power, and quickly losing himself to it. Skeang's body reacted to this well of power that he had found, swelling to an even larger size than he normally was, reforming stronger and more sturdy than before. The walls of the room bent outward, the bar door to his cell as well as dark energies erupted in all directions around him. Skeang ripped open the restraints, eyes glowing red as he stared at the guard who had taunted him. Skeang felt so foreign in this state, like he was a visitor in his body, but whatever was controlling him was making him feel good. The guard who had noticed this spectacle was against the wall across from the jail door, terrified as the monster glared at him from inside the cell. The cell suddenly exploding as Skeang's claw blasted through the bars gripping the guard tightly.
The guard, who was at a loss for air tried to plea for his life, "No.. no.. stop.. Skeang was it..? You can leave now, I won't st.."
The guard's sentence was cut off as Skeang dug all five of his fingers like daggers into parts of his body. The guard tried to stutter out a last plea but Skeang separated his fingers ripping the guard apart, blood splattering all over the floor. Skeang looked at the shreds in his hand and realized. This was the power he wanted, the power he deserved for the sacrifices his made, the power to take down anyone who opposed him and those who have harmed him. The empire had broken him down and he had come back, stronger. Now all he wanted was to break them down, to the ground. Until those who would treat people like him the way he had been treated would regret him, resent him, and fear him the same way he felt about them. The empire would pay for all that was done to him, and those like him.
It was then two more guards came, firing upon him without a word. The shots which would usually cause Skeang to falter didn't even phase him. He didn't even feel them, Skeang relished in the idea that he was completely immune to them. However he did not wait long before striking them. Turning his right hand into one enormous spike he sent it through the first guard. As the other grimaced in the gore of it all Skeang turned the point sticking out the back of first guard back into his hand which grabbed and pierced the second quicker than his eyes could follow. Before Skeang could enjoy the kills he had just caused another few guards came into the cell block. Skeang charged them, running far faster than he thought he could and leapt over them. He came down with a thundering crash, that sent him through the floor he was on. Skeang stood beneath a gaping hole in the ceiling, the floor littered with the torn bodies of the guards he jumped on. It was then that he realized he was in the emergency escape room, surrounded by escape pods. Skeang pressed the sequence to start up the closest pod until he heard footsteps coming in the room. Roughly fifteen guards surrounded him as he finished getting the pod ready. They all fired upon him as he stood motionless. Skeang tried to tell them to run, but instead of words came a bellowing roar. A roar that brought the guards to there backs, either through fear or through the sheer force of the sound that Skeang made. As the guards scattered from the room Skeang entered the pod, sending it off toward the nearest planet. He felt victorious as the pod made its way away from the ship he had thrown into chaos, however this feeling did not last. Suddenly Skeang felt an emptiness, like a void had been made inside him. Skeang's body collapsed in on itself, falling to his knees. Everything felt cold for him, as he started to lose consciousness. It was painful for Skeang but he knew that this power, this amazing, stupendous power; however costly it was, would set him free. And bring fear into the hearts of those he opposed.
Skeang's pod landed in a slum in Taris. He awoke six months later, confused his memory of his escape very foggy. Skeang tried to tap into that power that he remembered, but was unable to, no matter what he tried.
