Vega Van-Derveld
Sep 24th, 2002, 11:34:59 AM
<center>Guilty as charged
But dammit it ain't right
There's someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say
I'll take your life from you!!
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flame
Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginnign of the end
Sweat chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
Consciousness my only friend
My fingers grip with fear
What am I doing here?
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
I can feel the flame
Someone help me
Oh please God help me
They're trying to take it all away
I don't want to die
Time moving slow
The minutes seem like hours
The final curtain call I see
How true is this?
Just get it over with
If this is true just let it be
Wakened by horrid scream
Freed from this frightening dream
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flame
***</center>
The smell of burning carried across the winds on Korriban. Something large was on fire; or rather there was a substantial amount of flames somewhere. Where precisely? Why, floating a bare inch or so above the palm of a humanoid, who stood stock still with his feet shoulders width apart, eyes raised to the sky. He moved his palm in a circular motion, whipping it up into the air as the sphere of red-hot energy flicked upwards at his command. With a swipe to the left, so the ball followed, hissing as it burned up the air around it to keep itself fuelled. Though beads of sweat formed on his forehead, he continued to pass it between both hands, interchanging at force speed so that his hands and the blaze became one; a swirling mass of scarlet.
It didn’t take long for him to tire, however, as though it was hard to conceive – for Vega – he was but a novice at this technique, and had yet to perfect it. Curling the orb downwards, therefore, he brought it to a halt at his side and with a command from his mind caused it to shrink visibly so that it fit within the palm of his hand. The Lupine curled his fingers inwards towards the searing heat and felt it burning against his flesh, though remedied this quickly as he hurled the smouldering globe upwards into the air – casting it out of sight.
And so the darkside welcomed him back.
The strain he had put upon it with the short yet powerful generation of the fireball had been lifted, and the dispersal of the burden gave him back the strength he treasured so much. It imbued him with a revitalizing rush, which soothed his aching muscles and quelled the pains he felt. Still though, he lowered himself into a crouch, his breathing heavy and deep as he watched the bleak horizon for any sign of movement.
On landing, he had felt some strange presence not akin to him, and even now could sense it moving about somewhere not too far off. Whether it was merely an echo of a spirit, or something more, he would keep a close vigil upon it.
But dammit it ain't right
There's someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say
I'll take your life from you!!
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flame
Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginnign of the end
Sweat chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
Consciousness my only friend
My fingers grip with fear
What am I doing here?
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
I can feel the flame
Someone help me
Oh please God help me
They're trying to take it all away
I don't want to die
Time moving slow
The minutes seem like hours
The final curtain call I see
How true is this?
Just get it over with
If this is true just let it be
Wakened by horrid scream
Freed from this frightening dream
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flame
***</center>
The smell of burning carried across the winds on Korriban. Something large was on fire; or rather there was a substantial amount of flames somewhere. Where precisely? Why, floating a bare inch or so above the palm of a humanoid, who stood stock still with his feet shoulders width apart, eyes raised to the sky. He moved his palm in a circular motion, whipping it up into the air as the sphere of red-hot energy flicked upwards at his command. With a swipe to the left, so the ball followed, hissing as it burned up the air around it to keep itself fuelled. Though beads of sweat formed on his forehead, he continued to pass it between both hands, interchanging at force speed so that his hands and the blaze became one; a swirling mass of scarlet.
It didn’t take long for him to tire, however, as though it was hard to conceive – for Vega – he was but a novice at this technique, and had yet to perfect it. Curling the orb downwards, therefore, he brought it to a halt at his side and with a command from his mind caused it to shrink visibly so that it fit within the palm of his hand. The Lupine curled his fingers inwards towards the searing heat and felt it burning against his flesh, though remedied this quickly as he hurled the smouldering globe upwards into the air – casting it out of sight.
And so the darkside welcomed him back.
The strain he had put upon it with the short yet powerful generation of the fireball had been lifted, and the dispersal of the burden gave him back the strength he treasured so much. It imbued him with a revitalizing rush, which soothed his aching muscles and quelled the pains he felt. Still though, he lowered himself into a crouch, his breathing heavy and deep as he watched the bleak horizon for any sign of movement.
On landing, he had felt some strange presence not akin to him, and even now could sense it moving about somewhere not too far off. Whether it was merely an echo of a spirit, or something more, he would keep a close vigil upon it.