* Dream Log 002 *
[ Date ] 02.10.09
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He was fighting for his life, his father's lightsaber humming loudly in his hands as it clashed violently with another, the blade and angry blood red. The breathing of the owner of the other lightsaber was loud in his ears, making his head hurt even more than it already was. His body ached terribly, as if he had been fighting for hours, and that with the constant breathing and the wind that whipped at him made him stumble back, landing hard on the metal plank he was standing on. The point of the red lightsaber was at his neck a moment later, and he stared up at his opponent, waiting for the deathblow to come...
"You are beaten," the dark armored man snarled down at him instead. "It is useless to resist. Don't let yourself be destroyed as Obi-Wan did."
The mention of his former master made him bring his lightsaber up, smacking away the vicious red beam. His opponent fought to recover from the sudden attack, giving him the opportunity to get to his feet. Their lightsabers clashed in the next moment, and somehow he summoned the strength to not only force the larger man's weapon away, but to also bring his own back, finally landing a hit on his shoulder.
This only served to enraged his dark armored opponent however, and with a loud snarl of rage the man brought his lightsaber down on him. He barely managed to duck away, a loud crackling coming from above his head as the lightsaber easily cleaved through a machine instead. Backing away, down the narrow walkway, his taller and stronger opponent pressed his attack, forcing him on the defensive and smacking his lightsaber so hard that he had to let go of it with one hand or risk loosing the weapon all together...
And then pain. Ungodly pain shot through his body as the darkly clad man brought his lightsaber down, cutting right through his wrist. He screamed in agony, catching a glimpse of his hand, still clutching his father's lightsaber, spiraling down into nothingness...
He pressed the stump of his arm tightly against his body, looking up when he realized his opponent had stopped moving. The dark man seemed to glare down at him through his soulless mask, sending a chill down his spine as he shuffled away, trying to find any means of escape.
"There is no escape," the man declared, and that was certainly true. The walkway behind him had ended, and only a small piece of machinery was left for him to climb out on one handed. "Don't make me destroy you."
He ignored him, shuffling out onto the narrow platform that the piece of machinery jutted out from. If he was going to die, he rather he fall than be struck down like Old Ben had...
"You do not yet realize your importance," his opponent continued talking, even as he continued to shuffle out and away from him. "You have only begun to discover you power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy."
He turned at that, glaring at the man as he clung to the machinery with his hand. "I'll never join you!"
"If you only knew the power of the Dark Side," the man declared, clenching a fist for emphasis. He paused a moment, before continuing... "Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father."
At the mention of his father, the faceless man he had never gotten a chance to know, he turned and glared at the masked man. What gave him of all people the right to even think of mentioning his father?!
"He told me enough!" he snapped. "He told me you killed him."
The man stood up straight suddenly, his lightsaber coming to a rest at his side, pointed down to the ground.
"No..."
It's clear the man has more to say than that, but a sudden rush of wind drowns out the rest. Still, he seems to know what was said, and the horror that creeps up into his face...
[Luke suddenly jerks awake, gasping desperately for breath, his eyes wide as he scans the room... before suddenly flopping back on the bed, arms splayed.]
Wh...what... what the hell... why...?
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He was fighting for his life, his father's lightsaber humming loudly in his hands as it clashed violently with another, the blade and angry blood red. The breathing of the owner of the other lightsaber was loud in his ears, making his head hurt even more than it already was. His body ached terribly, as if he had been fighting for hours, and that with the constant breathing and the wind that whipped at him made him stumble back, landing hard on the metal plank he was standing on. The point of the red lightsaber was at his neck a moment later, and he stared up at his opponent, waiting for the deathblow to come...
"You are beaten," the dark armored man snarled down at him instead. "It is useless to resist. Don't let yourself be destroyed as Obi-Wan did."
The mention of his former master made him bring his lightsaber up, smacking away the vicious red beam. His opponent fought to recover from the sudden attack, giving him the opportunity to get to his feet. Their lightsabers clashed in the next moment, and somehow he summoned the strength to not only force the larger man's weapon away, but to also bring his own back, finally landing a hit on his shoulder.
This only served to enraged his dark armored opponent however, and with a loud snarl of rage the man brought his lightsaber down on him. He barely managed to duck away, a loud crackling coming from above his head as the lightsaber easily cleaved through a machine instead. Backing away, down the narrow walkway, his taller and stronger opponent pressed his attack, forcing him on the defensive and smacking his lightsaber so hard that he had to let go of it with one hand or risk loosing the weapon all together...
And then pain. Ungodly pain shot through his body as the darkly clad man brought his lightsaber down, cutting right through his wrist. He screamed in agony, catching a glimpse of his hand, still clutching his father's lightsaber, spiraling down into nothingness...
He pressed the stump of his arm tightly against his body, looking up when he realized his opponent had stopped moving. The dark man seemed to glare down at him through his soulless mask, sending a chill down his spine as he shuffled away, trying to find any means of escape.
"There is no escape," the man declared, and that was certainly true. The walkway behind him had ended, and only a small piece of machinery was left for him to climb out on one handed. "Don't make me destroy you."
He ignored him, shuffling out onto the narrow platform that the piece of machinery jutted out from. If he was going to die, he rather he fall than be struck down like Old Ben had...
"You do not yet realize your importance," his opponent continued talking, even as he continued to shuffle out and away from him. "You have only begun to discover you power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy."
He turned at that, glaring at the man as he clung to the machinery with his hand. "I'll never join you!"
"If you only knew the power of the Dark Side," the man declared, clenching a fist for emphasis. He paused a moment, before continuing... "Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father."
At the mention of his father, the faceless man he had never gotten a chance to know, he turned and glared at the masked man. What gave him of all people the right to even think of mentioning his father?!
"He told me enough!" he snapped. "He told me you killed him."
The man stood up straight suddenly, his lightsaber coming to a rest at his side, pointed down to the ground.
"No..."
It's clear the man has more to say than that, but a sudden rush of wind drowns out the rest. Still, he seems to know what was said, and the horror that creeps up into his face...
[Luke suddenly jerks awake, gasping desperately for breath, his eyes wide as he scans the room... before suddenly flopping back on the bed, arms splayed.]
Wh...what... what the hell... why...?