Ka' el Darcverse
Mar 24th, 2005, 10:49:28 AM
"huaaaa....phwhhhhhh"
Breathing in the tin can I now called home was laborious. Each breath was augmented by a special device that assisted my abdomen in the compression and decompression of my lungs. It let out a sound that reminded people of the monster who had brought ruin to the waning years of the Old Republic and because of my gifts in the Force, I could feel their fear.
It wasn't fair that my physical prescence brought up so many feelings of hate and anger. I had never done anything but try to serve these same people who know shrunk away from me out of a primal fear that not even they realized exsisted. Even the younger members of the Order seemed taken aback by my appereance. I guess the stories they were told about the dangers of the Darkside caused nightmares even among those who had been chosen to become Jedi.
As I walked down the corridors of the Jedi Temple making my way to the quarters that were once my home, those I encouted gave me a wide berth for me to pass by them. To think I once was handsome, I once brought a smile to the face of young girls when I passed by, now I heard their thoughts, the silent screams that cried out from their eyes when they begrudingly glanced in my direction.
I pulled the hood of my robes over my head to keep people from staring at the fitted steel helm that protected my ravaged skull. It hurt to think that my sacrafice would now result in me being unable to perform the duties I had trained so long for, simply because I instilled fear in people now, rather than confidence.
Finally I found the door to my old room, funny how I had never spent much time in my quarters, but now it seemed like this was the only place I could find refuge.
I pressed the codes to my door, it groaned as it slid back.
Home, sweet, home...
Breathing in the tin can I now called home was laborious. Each breath was augmented by a special device that assisted my abdomen in the compression and decompression of my lungs. It let out a sound that reminded people of the monster who had brought ruin to the waning years of the Old Republic and because of my gifts in the Force, I could feel their fear.
It wasn't fair that my physical prescence brought up so many feelings of hate and anger. I had never done anything but try to serve these same people who know shrunk away from me out of a primal fear that not even they realized exsisted. Even the younger members of the Order seemed taken aback by my appereance. I guess the stories they were told about the dangers of the Darkside caused nightmares even among those who had been chosen to become Jedi.
As I walked down the corridors of the Jedi Temple making my way to the quarters that were once my home, those I encouted gave me a wide berth for me to pass by them. To think I once was handsome, I once brought a smile to the face of young girls when I passed by, now I heard their thoughts, the silent screams that cried out from their eyes when they begrudingly glanced in my direction.
I pulled the hood of my robes over my head to keep people from staring at the fitted steel helm that protected my ravaged skull. It hurt to think that my sacrafice would now result in me being unable to perform the duties I had trained so long for, simply because I instilled fear in people now, rather than confidence.
Finally I found the door to my old room, funny how I had never spent much time in my quarters, but now it seemed like this was the only place I could find refuge.
I pressed the codes to my door, it groaned as it slid back.
Home, sweet, home...