Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 15, 2006 19:21:43 GMT -5
Title: Wrath of the fallen
Timframe: post DN
Summary: that would spoil it. Lets just say someone is angree with the Jedi, someone we all know.
Charactors: All the usualls and i'll let you guess the others. If you know me you might be able to guess.
Notes: This is evil
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Prologue
I hate them! They are fools! They treated me like I was nothing, just another pathetic Jedi! They have no idea of my true potential!
I am greater than them all. I have power they could never imagine. It ebbs though out my body. Its burning chill is invigorating. The power at my fingertips is enough to destroy the fools.
It would be easy. I could just walk up to them and unleash my burning rage. In a storm of anger they will perish. Each one suffering the most painful crossing possible. You have no idea the satisfaction this would give me. To see their pathetic faces contorted in pain. To hear their futile pleas for mercy!
Mercy! Did they give her mercy? No, they cast her out at the time of her greatest need. Cast her in a cell and locked the door. As long as she was out of sight, away from embracing the ‘precious’ order, she wasn’t a concern to them.
They were fools! Worse they abandoned one of their own! One that needed support and guidance. They gave her isolation. For most people that might have been constructive. Time to look deep in side your self and find peace.
The thing is, deep down in her there was something lurking. Something hideous. And now it has been set free. The Jedi set it free! The Jedi destroyed her. The Jedi are responsible! The Jedi must pay!
The Jedi will pay. They will pay with their lives. Every last one of them, I shall spare none. I shall grant no mercy. I shall be hard and swift like the north wind on Hoth. I shall be death itself.
They will fear me when they don’t know me. They will die when they find out who I am .I will strike from the shadows, the shadows that their own fear casts.
I will be a Wraith of the night. A Demon of dread. I will be there doom!
The thought of my revenge brings a cold satisfaction. I will never be able to have her again but I will make sure that for this the galaxy suffers.
It may have been my hand that killed the intruder, which plagued her once beautiful body, but it was they who had destroyed what was left of her soul.
I do not regret my choice to slay the beast. For it was only that, a beast. She was not the one I loved. She was not my angel. She was a twisted creature. Not worthy of the life it squandered. She was not human and she was not Vong. She had a mind infected by aliens and controlled by bugs. If it was I in that state, I would have been thankful for the release of death.
Even as her gutted and bloody corpse lay at my feet, I was plotting my revenge on the devils responsible for letting it come to this.
They are weak and they are petty. I will catch them off guard. I will strike with out hesitation, without remorse. Only then will I be able to mourn her, only then can the galaxy breath.
Though should I stop there? Can I stop there?
Should I not unleash my vengeance on the entire galaxy? Make them suffer as she has. Make them feel the pain they caused me and the ones I once called family.
How could I simply stop after every last Jedi has been slaughtered by my power?
The answer was simple.
I couldn’t.
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Any body like?
Timframe: post DN
Summary: that would spoil it. Lets just say someone is angree with the Jedi, someone we all know.
Charactors: All the usualls and i'll let you guess the others. If you know me you might be able to guess.
Notes: This is evil
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Prologue
I hate them! They are fools! They treated me like I was nothing, just another pathetic Jedi! They have no idea of my true potential!
I am greater than them all. I have power they could never imagine. It ebbs though out my body. Its burning chill is invigorating. The power at my fingertips is enough to destroy the fools.
It would be easy. I could just walk up to them and unleash my burning rage. In a storm of anger they will perish. Each one suffering the most painful crossing possible. You have no idea the satisfaction this would give me. To see their pathetic faces contorted in pain. To hear their futile pleas for mercy!
Mercy! Did they give her mercy? No, they cast her out at the time of her greatest need. Cast her in a cell and locked the door. As long as she was out of sight, away from embracing the ‘precious’ order, she wasn’t a concern to them.
They were fools! Worse they abandoned one of their own! One that needed support and guidance. They gave her isolation. For most people that might have been constructive. Time to look deep in side your self and find peace.
The thing is, deep down in her there was something lurking. Something hideous. And now it has been set free. The Jedi set it free! The Jedi destroyed her. The Jedi are responsible! The Jedi must pay!
The Jedi will pay. They will pay with their lives. Every last one of them, I shall spare none. I shall grant no mercy. I shall be hard and swift like the north wind on Hoth. I shall be death itself.
They will fear me when they don’t know me. They will die when they find out who I am .I will strike from the shadows, the shadows that their own fear casts.
I will be a Wraith of the night. A Demon of dread. I will be there doom!
The thought of my revenge brings a cold satisfaction. I will never be able to have her again but I will make sure that for this the galaxy suffers.
It may have been my hand that killed the intruder, which plagued her once beautiful body, but it was they who had destroyed what was left of her soul.
I do not regret my choice to slay the beast. For it was only that, a beast. She was not the one I loved. She was not my angel. She was a twisted creature. Not worthy of the life it squandered. She was not human and she was not Vong. She had a mind infected by aliens and controlled by bugs. If it was I in that state, I would have been thankful for the release of death.
Even as her gutted and bloody corpse lay at my feet, I was plotting my revenge on the devils responsible for letting it come to this.
They are weak and they are petty. I will catch them off guard. I will strike with out hesitation, without remorse. Only then will I be able to mourn her, only then can the galaxy breath.
Though should I stop there? Can I stop there?
Should I not unleash my vengeance on the entire galaxy? Make them suffer as she has. Make them feel the pain they caused me and the ones I once called family.
How could I simply stop after every last Jedi has been slaughtered by my power?
The answer was simple.
I couldn’t.
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Any body like?