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ten_fwd2015-10-23 07:00 pm
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Arrival - The Rising and the Fading of the Dark [OTA!]
She felt it, the last moment. The ending of her life. It was a terrible thing, an eternity in a flash. She'd never expected it to be that way. The cut of Katarn's lightsaber into her body, well. She hardly felt that at all. It was the knowing. That despite everything, she had failed. That despite all her power, she had been too weak. That she had killed the closest thing she would ever have to a friend.
Failure.
That was the worst of it, as the last glimpse of Ruusan faded away and the blackness encompassed all. She had failed her master. She had failed herself.
So when her eyes opened again, when the surge of adrenaline of a body still alive hit her, that sudden flush of sheer life ran headlong into the full, cold rage of the dark side. She lurched from - what was it, a deck? - falling backwards against a wall. Her cloak fell around her. She'd put it aside before the duel, hadn't she?
Then she felt it. The distant, fuzzy call of the dark side. It was...there, but...not. Further away. Distant. Hard to feel it as she once had. She breathed hard, looking around, her voice for a mere moment tremulous:
"..Yun? I..."
Then the anger came anew, marching back through her soul with the unstoppable power of an army. Her breathing calmed, with visible effort, and she pushed up from the wall, still shaky, but the blue eyes were cold. Colder than Hoth, colder than death.
She reached down to her waist, and the briefest look of relief flitted across her face as she found the metallic cylinder of her lightsaber. Good. Good. Then, she looked around, taking in her surroundings. If this was the afterlife, it was a decided disappointment. That, too, fueled her rage.
She straightened, proud and imperious. No, the dark side might be far, but it was there and she was alive. She would need to plan. If her master was not here, he would eventually find his way. And then, well. Then she could have everything in order for him. Whatever this was, wherever this was - she would not fail again.
People were going to die, even if it took time. Time to recover, time to plan. Time enough to kill all who stood in her way.
Failure.
That was the worst of it, as the last glimpse of Ruusan faded away and the blackness encompassed all. She had failed her master. She had failed herself.
So when her eyes opened again, when the surge of adrenaline of a body still alive hit her, that sudden flush of sheer life ran headlong into the full, cold rage of the dark side. She lurched from - what was it, a deck? - falling backwards against a wall. Her cloak fell around her. She'd put it aside before the duel, hadn't she?
Then she felt it. The distant, fuzzy call of the dark side. It was...there, but...not. Further away. Distant. Hard to feel it as she once had. She breathed hard, looking around, her voice for a mere moment tremulous:
"..Yun? I..."
Then the anger came anew, marching back through her soul with the unstoppable power of an army. Her breathing calmed, with visible effort, and she pushed up from the wall, still shaky, but the blue eyes were cold. Colder than Hoth, colder than death.
She reached down to her waist, and the briefest look of relief flitted across her face as she found the metallic cylinder of her lightsaber. Good. Good. Then, she looked around, taking in her surroundings. If this was the afterlife, it was a decided disappointment. That, too, fueled her rage.
She straightened, proud and imperious. No, the dark side might be far, but it was there and she was alive. She would need to plan. If her master was not here, he would eventually find his way. And then, well. Then she could have everything in order for him. Whatever this was, wherever this was - she would not fail again.
People were going to die, even if it took time. Time to recover, time to plan. Time enough to kill all who stood in her way.