Post by Aficenos on Sept 27, 2006 20:44:44 GMT -5
The alarms in his head where raging, his mind twisting after the thousand year sleep, he felt the death in this place, this most holy of sanctuaries and he had to act...it was his most solemn vow....it was his duty...
As quicly as this first thought came to him, he felt the intense pressure of the cryo unit release, and he started waking from the living death in wich he had been put many millenia ago. But he could not remember much, he knew why he was there, he was the to protect this place, this monastary. In the years since he had many awakenings, none truly complete, he could feel the presence of people, people powerfull in the use of the Kracht, he could feel there thoughts, they called themselves jedi, and they seemed to respect the sanctuary and so he kept his sleep. But this time he awoke to death, he awoke to desecration, suffering and screams in the Kracht beyond anything he had ever felt before. But it had been so long, he slowly stepped out of the cryo unit, barely remembering how to walk, he almost tripped a few times. As he started getting used to his body again, he started absorbing the room in wich he had spent the last millenias....how many he had no idea....
The room before him seemed sealed, and there was some weapons and equipment he recognised as his own laying around the room, his armor that immediatly reminded him of days gone by, his blades finely tuned to be used in unison with the Kracht to deadly effect, he was a master of the blade, a great warrior of his people who had taken the ultimate sacrifice for the defense of there most holy place. As these memories came rushing back, he could once again feel the pain and death around him, he had to act quickly he had to do something to save those who where dying and punish those who would attack this place, but as things where he could barely stand, so he slowly did the only thing he could think of, he downed his armor and weapons and stabed himself with the booster fluid that he was suppose to consume upon reawakening, and he stepped out of his millenial room....
He started walking down the now ancient corridors, and slowly the plans long ago hard wired in his brain started rushing back, he knew this place like the back of his hand...wich at the moment he was having some difficulty controling as a matter of fact. He could also feel the Kracht's power ebbing everywhere, he had long ago been trained to ignore the power of these walls that rejected the Kracht's power, an defense mechanism so that this place would be a final refuge from those being hunted by the Malpractitionners if it ever came to it. The Kracht conveyed to him the desperation of the situation, something very wrong was happening here, there was also a Malpractitionner who was indeed powerful, it was the first time he had felt there hate in a very long time, and all he could think of was to destroy them as his coda dictated, they had finally assaulted this place of refuge and they had to be hunted down to the last.... But he could also feel many other beings around him....As he was thinking he had traveled a large part of the complex and he was approaching the higher floors when he felt in the section before him a small group of men, twisted, they felt like dark pits, they where feeders, they had fead on the flesh of man, there evil could not be denied....
And as this realisation came to him, many years of training came flashing back in his mind...he drew his blade...a weapon he had mastered long ago....all he had to do know was to repeat what he had done so many times before in the defense of his people....and in that moment he stepped around the corner and faced the darkness....
As quicly as this first thought came to him, he felt the intense pressure of the cryo unit release, and he started waking from the living death in wich he had been put many millenia ago. But he could not remember much, he knew why he was there, he was the to protect this place, this monastary. In the years since he had many awakenings, none truly complete, he could feel the presence of people, people powerfull in the use of the Kracht, he could feel there thoughts, they called themselves jedi, and they seemed to respect the sanctuary and so he kept his sleep. But this time he awoke to death, he awoke to desecration, suffering and screams in the Kracht beyond anything he had ever felt before. But it had been so long, he slowly stepped out of the cryo unit, barely remembering how to walk, he almost tripped a few times. As he started getting used to his body again, he started absorbing the room in wich he had spent the last millenias....how many he had no idea....
The room before him seemed sealed, and there was some weapons and equipment he recognised as his own laying around the room, his armor that immediatly reminded him of days gone by, his blades finely tuned to be used in unison with the Kracht to deadly effect, he was a master of the blade, a great warrior of his people who had taken the ultimate sacrifice for the defense of there most holy place. As these memories came rushing back, he could once again feel the pain and death around him, he had to act quickly he had to do something to save those who where dying and punish those who would attack this place, but as things where he could barely stand, so he slowly did the only thing he could think of, he downed his armor and weapons and stabed himself with the booster fluid that he was suppose to consume upon reawakening, and he stepped out of his millenial room....
He started walking down the now ancient corridors, and slowly the plans long ago hard wired in his brain started rushing back, he knew this place like the back of his hand...wich at the moment he was having some difficulty controling as a matter of fact. He could also feel the Kracht's power ebbing everywhere, he had long ago been trained to ignore the power of these walls that rejected the Kracht's power, an defense mechanism so that this place would be a final refuge from those being hunted by the Malpractitionners if it ever came to it. The Kracht conveyed to him the desperation of the situation, something very wrong was happening here, there was also a Malpractitionner who was indeed powerful, it was the first time he had felt there hate in a very long time, and all he could think of was to destroy them as his coda dictated, they had finally assaulted this place of refuge and they had to be hunted down to the last.... But he could also feel many other beings around him....As he was thinking he had traveled a large part of the complex and he was approaching the higher floors when he felt in the section before him a small group of men, twisted, they felt like dark pits, they where feeders, they had fead on the flesh of man, there evil could not be denied....
And as this realisation came to him, many years of training came flashing back in his mind...he drew his blade...a weapon he had mastered long ago....all he had to do know was to repeat what he had done so many times before in the defense of his people....and in that moment he stepped around the corner and faced the darkness....