What lies ahead (Story)(open)

[JediBoricua]

OCC: It's 12:14, February 15 2001. I was just reading a book called "La mujer habitada" by Gioconda Belli and some of the main plot of the book is about an aztec warrior killed by the conquistadors and how she reincarnated on an orange tree, quite interesting. So I though how about making a story about life after death, star wars like.

I would love to have a sith point of view also, here Boricua will die and he will explain what he sees. It would be awesome if a sith warrior also died and explain what he/she sees...

IC:
He was getting too old for this. Over 45 years of his life traveling the galaxy, fighting here and there. He was trained to fight for peace, but that was the least he had seen on his journeys. Peace...maybe for the birds, but for a jedi master the word was simply that, a word, nothing more. Hundreds of battles, wounds, friends, lost and gained. Many had died in those travels, sith, jedi, friend and foe; all seem powerless and diminute compared to the black abyss mortals called death.

And it was Boricua's turn now to walk the walk. Slained in his final battle by his archnemesis Dara Shadowtide; the jedi's life was running out. He was rushed to the emergency room in the jedi temple, JB had forgotten in which planet it was now after so many changes and evacuations. There surrounded by his fellow fighters of light our jedi master began his journey, his quest to become one with the force.

The flesh dissapeared as the blood spoiled jedi clothes lost their shape...

[Jeseth Cloak]

"You... haven't... won - yet."

Jeseth choked as he tried to swallow back the blood that was quickly filling his stomach - No, his throat now too.

Air!

He coughed hard, red spraying across his field of vision and over his hands as he kneeled down, his eyes cast to the floor. Anger and hatred surged through him with overwhelming power - His saber shot forth from across the room quicker than the human eye could follow as his left hand came out to it; The metal below the flesh that formed his palm dented from the force as he clutched, then ignited it. Air burst forth from his lungs.

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Rocks began to shake loose from the cave, and the sound that resonated forth burst Warren's eardrums. Blood began to pour down the sides of his face, just as freely as it now came from the wound he had inflicted unto Jeseth. The last thing Warren would remember was the waves of pure hatred and rage that shot him back into the cavern walls, breaking his spinal cord and shattering his skull. Jeseth lashed foward and spent the last of his life in one final attack. Warren's head rolled across the floor as Disorder hit the same rocky surface, hissing for one last time.

Rocks began to fall in on them, but it didn't matter anymore - Not to either of them. Jeseth and his half-brother were no more filled with life than the stones that filled the empty caves they died in. The Dark Jedi's eyes glazed over with tears as the very last second of his death gave way to one clear thought:

Leeloo...

His life was over.

[Lance Casey]

The Jedi Master opens his eye's, or what he think's are his eye's. For the first time in his life, Boricua is awe struck. The brilliance of the light's, the color's. His sensitive jedi sense's inthroled by the pure magnificance of it all. But in front of him a light begin's to take a shape, a shape of a man. The shape of the man that he never thought he would have the displeasure of seeing again. Lance Casey.

"Hello Boricua. Long time no see."

"Not long enough Casey. How did you manage to come to this place? I was under the impression that only the one's that follow the light were allowd admission."

"Normally you are right. But I am merely a shadow of Lance Casey's spirit. You may recall the incident with my "son" and my death, only to be brought back to life. When my true spirit was returned to that plane, I was left here. An echo if you will."

"Then why have you come before me?"

"As a guide. To show you your way through this new experience. To perhap's show you the way to redemption for some sort of past sin you still blame yourself for. Who know's? God work's in mysterious way's. So, shall we begin the journey?"

[JediBoricua]

Inmensity. What is this? All this feelings, emotions, thoughts, sounds, visions, all at once! Boricua was someplace, that he knew, but where? Has he died? Possibly. He remembered a Lightsaber slicing throught his heart, but he had felt no pain, none at all. The falled jedi moved his hand to where his chest was.....ahhhh no chest, no hand, no nothing. He looked down, no body! But how was he looking down if he had no eyes. This was too strange for him, he had always thought that when jedi dissapear after death they take their bodies with them.

Boricua was thinking, that he knew. But he was speaking no known language, no language in fact. In life Boricua always wondered how newborn babies thought, they knew no language but they moved, giggled and responded to impulses, something must go inside their minds that they "understand". Maybe that was the last link between the physical and astral plane, just maybe...And JB was now thinking, really thinking.

Inmensity...one with the force, at last!

OCC: Lance nice post, but first I'll like to do a few things before I encounter you as my guide, 'k?

[Fire Hazzard]

No.

Lying at the feet of a Sith, Fire coughed, bringing blood to her lips. But notice, she did not. She could barely even see or feel anymore..

What an awful way to die, at the mercy of a enemy you couldn't even indentify. How did it happen, anyways? She could remember not being quick enough to parry the strike, but not where the strike had gone.

But that didn't matter. All that mattered was this sensation. Tingly, but not painful..like a first kiss, or a bubble bath. It was Death.

The way she was tought, death was not a bad thing. She would be connected with memories of all dead Light Force-users, and she would be more powerful than she could ever imagine. And that was what was happening.

It was like she was floating. And soon, that stopped too. Now she could remember what Yaddle weant through while captive for a few hundred years, but..she wasn't Yaddle, Jedi Master. Who are you, then? Not Fire Hazzard. Not a Jedi Knight. Not a local girl from Naboo. She was a part of the Force. She wasn't a user, she wasn't an ally: she was IT.

So many thoughts, now. It overwhelmed her. But there was one thing she needed to do before she explored the knowledge of every Jedi.

Sage, hear me.

[JediBoricua]

All his memories were there, he had not forgotten anything. But something bigger had invaded his mind, something wonderful. Every jedi that had ever lived, battled and died had his thoughts had came here. And their memories, knowledge and wisdom had been stored for the next jedi mind to walk this path.

Curiosity made the world move around, and Boricua just couldn't resist. He tapped into this massive source of knowledge..."Wow, so it was Vader who really killed the emperor, he died as a JEDI!"...this was for what all the sacrifice, the hard work, the pain and suffering was for, to be rewarded with the most priceless gift of all: WISDOM.

A surge of pride filled Boricua as he know felt as part of the FORCE, not a simple being in contact with it, but part of it. Part of what made everything work.

But there was another thing that he was dying to do, if a dead man can die again, and that was making contact...with someone still ALIVE...

[Jeseth Cloak]

Leeloo...

His last and first thought. He was... one with the Force? No, he was still apart from it, his spiritual clutches grasping it tightly in an attempt to hold onto his existance. He saw a few others too weak to hold to it slip away, fading into an oblivion, and then he saw others mesh into it. Why was he here, stuck between both extreams? Did the Force choose to reject him?

A stupid question; Of course it rejected him.. Then I'll let this take it's true course.

His essence released, but he wasn't pushed away. His body had been resisting it all along - He became one with the Force, everything around him becoming turmoil and chaos, the spirits of lesser beings dissolving before his eyes. So this is what it was like to die... He could only feel and experience what the Force in it's entirity truely was.

[Lance Casey]

OOC:: Ok just tell me when. Trying to get back into rping, it's been like four month's.