| rdfs:comment
| - He hadn't known how long he had been lying on that surgical table but when the disruptive clank of the restraints suddenly came off, he made a rush for the door, only to be met with 1,000 volts of electicity running down his spine. After realizing what happened he closely examined the walls around him, realizing that they were all hotwired, like some kind of force field. Execpt that this one was meant to keep him in. He tried to find a specfic cord he could cut that would disrupt the circut before mumbling to himself, "I'm no prisoner. I'm a vessel of the dark side. No prison can hold me."
|
| abstract
| - He hadn't known how long he had been lying on that surgical table but when the disruptive clank of the restraints suddenly came off, he made a rush for the door, only to be met with 1,000 volts of electicity running down his spine. After realizing what happened he closely examined the walls around him, realizing that they were all hotwired, like some kind of force field. Execpt that this one was meant to keep him in. He tried to find a specfic cord he could cut that would disrupt the circut before mumbling to himself, "I'm no prisoner. I'm a vessel of the dark side. No prison can hold me." And with that he raised his hands to use Sith lightning when he noticed his fingers were covered with a long, metallic, blade each. Then he started to exaimine the rest of his body, his chest was plated, his arms were pale and bruised, and when he brought his blades that were once fingers to his face, he realized that he was wearing a silver helmet with a single black visor. After putting two and two together, it took him about a split-second to realize that he was adorning the same armor that he wore in his vision on Kashyyyk. The man who had staved off death twice, defeated the most feared man in the galaxy, laided waste to almost everyone who crossed his path, shed a tear. His sadness turned into blind hate once his captor had arrived. Walking through the door that Starkiller had just attempted to exit, he said in a cold voice, "Vader had trained you well, but he had failed to crush your emotions." As soon as he finished the sentince Starkiller sent charges of Sith lightning, compressed into spheres, hurling toward the Emperor with a loud scream that sounded slightly distorted from what he used to sound like. But the spheres were simply absorbed into field surronding him. "You will obey me, one way, or another." Screens popped out of the floor, just outside the force field. After the Emperor walked out of the room, the screens displayed multiple images too fast to keep up with. He had guessed that this was some kind of brainwashing attempt. "This is pathetic, just like the rest of the Empire." Vader had trained him in resisting suggestion, but after 14 standard planatary rotations with minimal food, water, and exersize, it was taking it's toll. For so long he thought he was invincible, inhuman, indestructable, but in truth all it took was multiple viewing screens and a circular room to bring him down. Just hours before he would lose his mental battle he said to himself, "If I'm going to lose, I should at least relax so that I will be defeated in comfort." He immediatly regretted his words while thinking to himself, Listen to me, I'm speaking like some slimey hutt. I am the greatest warrior the galaxy's ever seen and if I must go down then I will go down fighting. With the screens still flashing around him, he did make sense of a few pictures. On the brink of losing sanity, the man that was once Starkiller was hunched over yelling names of people he had met such as Juno, Kota, Leia, and even the numerous Jedi he killed, such as Kazdan Paratus and Shakk Ti, and even his father's name. Being hungery, thirsty, and mentally insane, he fell unconchious out of numerous forms of exaustion.
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)