STAR WARS: Abandoned Heroes
Dreams, Visions, Delusions
CRYPTIC VISION – Tabitha’s first vision; aboard the Dreadnought Execution.
THE DARK COLD COMES – IT SHALL BEGIN.
A CALM VOID CASTS A QUIET CURVE
A STORM THAT SLEEPS NO LONGER HEARD
BULLS EYE POISON – AIMS TO SMOTHER,
HALF OF ONE – SHALL TRUST ANOTHER.
A FOLDED CIRCLE IS HALF AS STRONG,
IF THIS STAR BURNS ALL HOPE IS GONE”
CRYPTIC VISION – Tabitha via Darth Jadus’s inner thought aboard the Dreadnought Execution
WHAT WRETCHED EVIL CHURNS INSIDE.
THE LAWS OF BALANCE ARE JUST A LIE,
ORDER WILL PERISH – FAITH GONE DRY
THOUGH HIDDEN NOW AMONGST OUR KIN,
THE SILENCE BROKEN FROM WITHIN.
CAN NOT BE FOUND – CAN NOT BE TURNED,
TRUTH OF THE PAST – IT MUST BE EARNED.”
DREAM VISION – Xavier & Tabitha’s shared dream – Sleeping Quaters, Starchamber/Dreadnaught
A ghostly fog hangs in the class room, the somber faces of attentive padawans lock eyes with the faceless instructor, they sit on their heels motionless. Xavier looks around the room, unable to move. He’s so much bigger than the other students. It doesn’t feel right. The faceless instructor paces back and forth before the class spouting incomprehensible jargon, the padawans nod in time with the instructors footsteps, one of them sitting in the front row appears in silhouette. Xavier shifts on his heels, frustrated, something is in his boot. A sudden wave of power comes over him, he is levitated to his feet. Looking up the Instructor walks toward him, taking too many steps he continues to grow out of perspective, arriving at Xavier now towering over him the Instructor appears as a demonic being with glowing eyes. The feeling of guilt is overwhelming. BOOM! a sudden noise distracts the demon, Xavier spins his head around to see… its a girl… a little girl of dripping black liquid… she walks down the central isle, leaving blobs of black goop in her wake. Following behind her, a blue glowing visage of a man walks slowly behind her… Xavier knows this man to be his old friend Bendax Clavis. He walks to her side as he does he fades away, she suddenly appears older. She turns her head… Xavier knows this girl. A flash and a thunder clap wake him up startled… Xavier is alone in his room.
A dream within a dream… – Tabitha via Xavier – Sleeping Quaters
Xavier relaxes in bed, thinking about life… what a crazy ride it has been the last few weeks… he holds his lightsaber above his head, slowly rotating it, appreciating the effort he put into it… even in the darkest of times it is something he can be proud of… Xaver rolls over facing the wall, his muscles start to ache… he shifts himself under the covers… why is sleeping so hard in this little bed… it was such a long day of disappointing results in the training yard “Stupid training droids… not symmetrical enough… pfft!”_, my stack of rocks were as stacked as anyone Else’s “ a pubescent Xavier mutters to himself feeling bruised and swollen. Despite his fatigue Xavier is restless, he shifts in his cot unable to sleep. Rolling over, he opens his eyes and sleepily surveys the room; Seven other young initiates lay still in their beds, their calm ambient breathing overlap in waves that crash into Xavier’s headache. ‘This sucks’ he thinks, throwing back the sheet and sitting up, his little feel dangle above the floor. He holds his head in his hands and breathes deeply. Raising his head he catches something, a shifting shadow across the room, a faint light beneath the door way to the hall.
As you approach the door, the room gets lighter with every step, the sun rises through the windows behind you. You think you might be dreaming. The door opens, but the hall is still trapped in twilight Xaver seem to notice and enters the dark, he looks to the end of the hall and sees Bendax pressed against the wall, monitoring something around the corner.
As you move so does he, you raise your foot, he raises his, you take a step so does he… You move toward the end of the hall, Bendax stealth’s around the corner. Xavier looks down to his feet, light rolls through his legs like water… a tide of light forces the shadows back… it recoils in dark swirls down the hallway, down the walls and follow Bendax around the corner.
Turning the corner, you see Bendax kneeling in front of a youngling girl, she looks upset, he comforts her, unaware of the approaching darkness… it nears up behind Bandax, two tendrils of night tie their arms around his neck… the shadows at his back, now worn like a cape. “Xavier!?” a hand grabs you on the shoulder. You turn and are Blinded for a moment <you> the light clears… It’s Bendax he’s splattered with blood, you are lying in a cramped hovel… your wearing boots caked with wet mud, they are big boots, that of a Jedi knight… “I can’t stay, its too dangerous” he says, pressing down on your shoulder with Gauss “I tried to tell them, I wanted to spread the truth but they just wont listen, they’re minds are so closed, they are teaching lies!” he presses down again his hands feel hot, his eyes are closed “I have to leave, Xavier… you are a good friend, and I hate to leave you, but this place wasn’t built for people like me” he removes his hands, the would closes, he falls back, tired… he sighs and stands; wiping the blood from his hands on his tunic, you try to sit up but your shoulder is too tender. You look up to see Bendax being handed a satchel by a teenage girl, she’s pretty, her face is hidden… He slings it over his shoulder, pulls his robe up over it… He comes to kneel in-front of you… *“It seems no change comes without conflict. Perhaps my destiny is to be the irritant that forces the discussion… the blister that lets you know your boots don’t fit”* he snuffs humorously, with a small smile, but his eyes stay sad “Good Bye Xavier” Bendax waves his hand over Xavier’s eyes.
With a flash, Xavier wakes up in the Padawan Sleeping Quarters, its morning… something is pressing into his hand… opening his palm, he sees a piece of polished rock on a string, holding it up to the light, he sees it’s slightly transparent… in fact, you now notice frozen within is a petrified spiderweb, you focus closer, you cant be sure but around the spider web are small orbs, like water drops, each one surrounded by smaller water drops… almost like moons… From the back of your mind you hear an echoed voice “I am the flame that enlightens all, follow the smoke, it guides the way.”
With a flash, Xavier wakes up in his quarters on the Starchamber… his Lightsaber pressing into his hand. From the back of your mind you hear an echoed voice “Truth is more important than order, more important than us, more important than life.”
With a flash Tabitha snaps out of her trance, her efforts to look into the present paid off… Darth Animus stands over her wanting to know what she found out…
Ikarus Burns – Tabitha
The much revered Jedi Grandmaster sits cross legged, hovering above a silk pillow in a meditation room… He looks up above him, and sees a nightmarish black demon standing on the roof, its dark cloak defying gravity, falling around its feet. The Grandmaster pays no attention to the demon as it paces in circles. The Grandmaster looks down to the ground… in his shadow he sees the faces of a thousand dead men, he pays them no attention… he looks ahead; a large window is in front of him… the beautiful landscape of Alderaan entering night. With one hand he points to the setting sun, then takes his thumb and forefinger, and plucks the sun from the sky. He moves it around on the horizon, looking for something… it doesn’t take long for him to locate his quarry… outlined against the red sky is the silhouette of a Sith Dreadnaught. He releases a angry breath and calms himself, closing the sun in his hand. Darkness. SUDDENLY! Spotlight the Grandmaster stands within a maelstrom of faceless holograms he pleads in mute for their help. Pointing to the sky him he screams without sound as the Dreadnaught grows, but they do not respond… in front of him, the sun rises, light floods the area… around him the infinite city of Coruscant appears in all its spotless glory… he drops to his knees in defeat; this is not where he wants to be… he rears back and screams… the city explodes into flame… he is engulfed… Flash, Your back in the room.
KANE RISING! – Conrad’s Quaters, Starchamber
The Universe! the one true glorious spectacle! An infinite swirling vortex of light, life and cosmic energy… <bam>
A buzzing hive of ignorance and hate. A drifting treasure chest of finite recourses to be acquired, branded, and sold by those who hold the power… <bam>
A tall figure is shown in silhouette back light by an event horizon… in his open hand a hologram of the core worlds slowly circles, it illuminates his face… <bam>
CONRAD KANE!; STANDS PROUD AMONGST THE STARS. HIS HEROIC PHYSIQUE AND INDOMITABLE STATURE ARE THE VERY FRAME FROM WHICH THE FABRIC OF THE COSMOS HANGS. The Sun rises above his head brimming solar flares, a 200 billion megaton halo. Conrad is masked by a blinding lends flare as the Sun pops and boils. A Super Nova! It Explode outwards! Beneath the beauty of this catastrophic event Conrad Starkweather Kane becomes one with the universe….