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Story- continuance of Chapter 1
2006-02-09 11:03:46
It's kinda long (^.^;) but I hope ya'll can live with it. It's still about Kurik's mental issues, but I hope that's all right: it's a major part of the plot. Enjoy! ^.^
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The shards stopped their advance when she entered Kurik's quarters.Her figure upon first glance doesn't look imposing, but once you get a good look at her bleeding eyes and snowy white hair, you'll then see the evil that seh possesses. Her 5'6" , thin body houses the most power Kurik has ever seen. Darth Sahran came as close to Kurik as the glass knives would allow.
"Flinch even once and you will die," Sahran mused. Kurik stayed still for several minutes, then Sahran laughed and released the shards to the ground where they shattered into even tinier fragments.
"So, did you enjoy the demolition of Manaan like I did? I doubt it: you have always been... soft for life. I prefer death!" Sahran came real close to Kurik, resting her hand on his cheek, getting on her tippy toes and putting her lips near his. "Hopefully, that can change soon, my apprentice." She kissed Kurik deeply, hoping for it to be a long one, but Kurik immediately placed his hands on her shoulders and shoved her away as hard as he could, making her fall on her back.
"I don't want you. I don't wanna be near you. You make me sick. I never wanted to join the Sith, but my hatred for you made it impossible for me to return to Dantooine to the Jedi Order," explained Kurik, turning his back on Sahran. "When you killed Bella, hate came into my life. I loved her and you took her away from me!" He turned to face Sahran, who was still laying on the ground but propped up on her elbows and now displaying a cruel smile on her face. "You took away everything of importance in my life, and now I have nothing except my hate for you, this braid, and my lightsaber! I don't wa--" Kurik felt his windpipe close while he was yelling, and he started to grab at his throat while gasping for breath. He collasped to one knee in submission to Sahran's power.
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Story- Chapter 1
2006-02-08 11:22:02
Kurik became hot in his armor and his eyelids became heavy, but sleep won't come easy as he kept playing the destruction over and over again in his mind. His large handsfound the latches of his breast plate that kept it on. After unlatching, he took it off, revealing his undershirt, his fairtoned skin, and lean muscular build. He casually brushed aside a few strands of hair that stuck to his forehead from sweat. His had found the braid --the only connection to his past-- that hung in front of his right ear and toyed with it with his forefinger, middlefinger, and thumb, remembering his "basic" training.
"Those were the peaceful days," he thought. "Back when life was 'simple', meanimgful, and all with Bella. All with Bella..." His voice trailed off as he thought of how everything about her was soft: her figure, her hair, her eyes, her face, her hands, her lips... Oh, her lips...
Kurik's glance averted to his mirror, and what did he see? Nothing but a 6'5" man with some muscles, sweat matted black hair, hard, piercing lavender eyes, half dressed, and, above all, playing with a braid that has as much meaning to him as his lightsaber. Everything about him seemed harsh in his mind: and not just looks, but personality as well. Another look at his eyes made him mad enough to shatter the mirror with his fist; but the shards did not fall: they hung in the air for a couple of seconds, then started towards him like knives.
Then in came Sahran.
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I forgot to say, but this is all chapter one so far, and so will be the next few posts.
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Story
2006-02-07 12:10:15
I am going to have to do it a paragraph or 2 at a time. Well, here it starts...
Kurik paced his quarters within th Leviathan. Memories of watching the fleet fire at the defeenseless planet of Manaan pleagued his mind: the water boiled and dissapated from the bombardment ordered by his "master": Darth Sahran. Kurik swore he heard the screams os the Selkath as they cooked to death by means of boiling or frying. And the whole time-- the whole time-- Sahran was smiling.
The way she smiled disturbed him. How can she watch people-- innocent people at that-- die and be in total complete ecstasy? This boggled Kurik's mind-- but once he gets a chance to kill Sahran and fulfill his hatred, then his life is complete; there would be nothing for him.
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