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Post by Crystaall on Apr 3, 2015 6:46:55 GMT -5
Memory #43 - Blood. I can't stop spitting it up. They keep beating me, trying to make every new experience worse. The smell of my own blood is nauseous. It feels like this has been going on forever. It might as well has. No contact to anyone, I must be assumed dead. The fire in my eyes have dimmed. The spark of my heart cannot reignite them. The adrenaline no longer pulses in my veins. Breathing has longer become necessary. The years have gone by. No one seems to notice my loss. The voices in my head say to finally break these chains. The voices that beat me call me weak, and pathetic. The Force's echo in my ear has become a distant memory. A blade in my hand would feel unnatural. With no chains around my wrists and ankles, I would feel too light.... no longer at home. This isn't home. This isn't torture. This isn't love. This isn't interrogation. This isn't inspiration, or demoralization. This isn't hatred. No matter how hard I beat my head against the wall, my blood will still look the same, and my chains will never break. Driving this into my brain must have been hard. Eliminating it is but a simple task, and yet requires so many steps. The Force shall set me free...... no. You can't escape the shackles someone gives you, that you accept willingly. What frees you from these shackles, is opportunity.
Memory #78 - "Come on Zabrak, wake up." "You think she finally died?" "No, but her breathing stopped." "Leave her be, let her rot. We've already gotten what we could out of her." I spat up more blood, showing a sign of life. I looked up to see both masked individuals dead in the eyes. "Opportunity... shall set me free..." "Look who actual decided to begin talking after 10 years." "My shackles are not bound by those who hold me back, but by those who pull the strings." "What kinda nonsense is she spouting?" "For eternity, those with power believe they will be invincible until someone strikes them down with the hammer of existence." "Hey, lady..... SHUT UP!" He slapped me, and more blood came flying, my opportunity came closer now. "I am not a tower of strength, nor am I the intellectual who pulls the strings. I am not the guider who cares for everyone under his wing, and I am not the hero with words louder than action. I am justice, the reckoning, the wielder of the hammer. Defying me, defies those who control you and me." "Just zap her already." Lightning strikes my body, coursing through my veins. The power feels familiar, but I don't need it, I have something greater. "When no one can light the flames of justice, let those who sacrifice themselves to bring back the eternal flame..... burn alive." Screaming, blood, a sickening thud. I feel light, and I carry the heavy to a hidden area. A spark in my hand, the feeling of the Force at my beck and call once more. I have no need of it, but it will let me escape this place. The flames of Justice are here, and I am its servant.
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Post by Crystaall on Apr 3, 2015 8:37:21 GMT -5
Memory #16 - "Crystaall." "Yea?" "You don't really need my help." "I know." "The darkness in you is your own." "But what about the darkness that isn't?" "That's for you to figure out." "You don't want to learn my past along with me?" "Why should I? Being your friend is better than learning the secrets so many have hidden from us. This is your journey, not mine." "And what will you do? Will you leave me to be involved with all those strangers while you go do something else?" "Yes." "Care to tell me what it is Vemile?" "You and I both know the Sith and Jedi are polar opposites." "Of course." "I want to find balance." "You'll get yourself killed." "Broken bones and spilled blood won't put fer into my heart, and unlike you my mind has been honed to withstand mental attacks." "Yea, well no one messes with me anyway." "That will change." "We both will."
A pause
"No." "Hm?" "No. I won't change. My path requires no change." "I wish you luck Vemile. May the Force be with you." "The Force left me a long time ago."
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Post by Crystaall on Apr 6, 2015 8:32:10 GMT -5
Memory #79 - Keep moving, you need to keep moving! Left kick, flip, side punch, roll, side-sweep, uppercut, force push, amplify your speed, take a rifle, begin firing. Ignore the pain, ignore the pain for as long as you can. Justice will follow them to their doom, I intend to see it that way. "Reports are coming in there's only one prisoner on the move but she might be helping oth- gah!" "What the hell? Holy shit!" Take your lightsaber, strike them down with lethal force, use your broken body as a weapon. Justice does not relent it's assault, it only amplifies the damage done. Help the others, allow them to help you, make your escape that much more fruitful for you. Keep striking them down, dodge the Sith, annihilate the soldiers, know your weakness, and continue to destroy theirs. Create an explosion, dodge the impact. Outside. "It's a long fall." Turn to face them, don't deactivate your saber. Mirialan, black royal hair. Pendant on the forehead. Remember her face. "Imperial Captain Valia, at your service Vemile." "Go to hell." "Stubborn like your dead friend." "Go. To. Hell." I should mention my real name to you, since I won't let you live for too long. You're allies are already within arms reach." "My allies are known to keep unwelcome accomplices." "To think you can learn so much while be tortured to the brink of death.... and you're still moving." Sniper rifle, Class A materials. Can fire faster than I can fall backwards. What's this, she tossed me a datapad? "That is information on every single thing that has happened, while you've been here, carefully examined." "You've got a funny way of using the wrong words for the wrong action." "The name is Lirvah. Class A assassin for House Zekera. Class B for... well, you know." She grinned at me, then put her rifle up, as if it was a sword stuck in the ground. I can't stop staring at her. Who's behind her? It's too dark... my vision is fading. Congratulations are in order Vemile. You got out only to die on the way down. "I lied. The fall is too long for you to survive." My footing, I'm going backwards. Hahaha, at least you might make the headlines.... for destroying your captors. "You let her live." "My orders were clear. Intercept her when she engages the enemy faction. I just set it up." "And my drink doesn't have poison in it. How disappointing." "Tell your master I got this." "After I drink my milk."
How long will this fall last until I die? I don't know. All I know, is that it'll hurt like -ngh- hell. "Lucky catch."
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Post by Crystaall on Apr 11, 2015 13:30:46 GMT -5
Memory #84 - Hm. She refuses to let me leave. It appears she doesn't mind my training though. 200 Push-Ups, 300 J-Jacks, 3 hours of meditating, 500 yard run around her house. My body is getting stronger. They may have broken in... but the man helped me. Heheheh. I'm so stubborn. To think he even made friends with Crystaall. I guess I shouldn't have just lost my cool. But... I had reason.... but I shouldn't be throwing myself out the door. Probably no way to make it up to the guy.
Memory #85 - Just keep training Vemile. You have to make your body as strong as your mind. How have they gone on for so long? The pain I endured physically... it must be how they are damaged mentally. A lot of them. Divine has caught me mostly up to date on the events. Crystaall, you held such a heavy burden. How did you keep going? You even died for this cause. Your allies went through so much to keep you on their side, to keep you stable. Just like the Force, you were determined to keep moving forward, to keep going. You believed it was your duty to keep driving forward, protecting this galaxy as if you were everyone's caretaker, but when your personal past got involved, you deviated, and went alone. Damn it. I trained you better than that. You don't leave your allies behind!
Memory #86 - Skaidrus. It means crystal. The actual spelling mind you, but it was clever enough. She bears the name of my trainee. She can't continue, even if some disagree. Tortured by my own friend's family. They're legacy being torn from their grasp. Lives die at Jormungandr's beck and call. Divine has my word, I will join the Trieze Faction. Fight against these loyalists and bring Zymoth to his knees. It takes more than having the weapon in your hands to use it. How long can you keep holding her in your hands before the rest of her spirit returns? It's bound to happen. Or maybe not. Divine says Dark Angel is gone, but when I can leave, that is my first task.
'You'll need his help. All of their help. Do not depend on me as if I am an army.'
"I hear you Justice. I'll apologize when given the chance. My first mistake was being hot-headed like her."
'As the Hand of Justice, your emotions are increased. It was to be expected.'
"Jeez, don't lecture me. Let's just keep training."
300 push-ups, 250 curls, 200 cartwheels, 400 pull-ups......
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