Post by coffee on Nov 20, 2005 2:58:08 GMT -5
Well, this is a Star Wars fan fiction. But you didn't have a Star Wars place. So I come back here lookin' for a Sci-Fi board....what kind of place you runnin' here Shades? No Sci-Fi board? lol. *suggestion*
Anyways, this is a Star Wars story I've been writing for my forum, and one other forum. The main character is Nolat Pered. Keep in mind Nolat Pered is a Sith (a dark Jedi).
Part 1A
Aboard the Goddess Star, en route to Onderan, Nolat Pered sat, wandering the dark corners of his mind. He could hear the screams of the souls that have fallen by his hand. Reliving the horrors of his past daily, Nolat had grown immune to their blood piercing screams. He no longer felt anything. He no longer cared. Nolat was no longer human.
“How long until we reach Onderon?” And elderly woman asked, looking down on the sitting, hooded figure of Nolat.
Nolat lifted his head slightly, his hood shadowing his eyes and nose, only revealing his mouth. “Soon.” The single word echoed through the woman’s mind.
The old woman began to tremble in fear, her eyes flickering wildly around the room. Tears ran down her face and she screamed. Nolat sat still as other passengers rushed to her aid, but all hope was lost. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and she fell limp.
“What happened?” A young man demanded, squeezing his hand into a fist.
Nolat folded his arms and stood, his hood falling to his shoulders, revealing black, sunken eyes. “What will happen?”
The man gasped and ran, though resistance was useless, Nolat had already pulled his saber from his cloak and sliced the young mans’ legs in two. The passengers aboard the Goddess Star ran about in panic.
A security officer rushed into action, pulling his blaster into ready, but Nolat already sensed the officer before he could fully bring his arms to bear. The glowing yellow saber severed the mans’ head off in one effortless stroke.
Nolat slowly turned, focusing on the remaining passengers, mostly elderly and children. “I am in a giving mood…” a devilish grin crossed his face. “Your deaths will be swift.”
Part 1B
The Goddess Star touched down, landing with a clank of metal on metal. Doors opened with a hiss. However, no motion came from within the ship. And for several minutes the ship sat, with no movement to or from.
Eventually two security officers approached cautiously, bringing their blasters up, they entered.
“What’s that stink?” One, a tall man with a dark complexion, nearly gagged. The stink of dead flesh filled the security officer’s nostrils.
“Oh no.” The other officer exasperated, his bulky arm coming up to his mouth as he stared down at the mutilated corpse of young man.
“Call it in, now!”
The second security officer hesitated, dumb struck by the horror of what lay before him. “They’re…they’re…” he swallowed hard, suppressing tears, “torn to pieces…but there’s no…” he looked around the metal cemetery, “blood.”
A wicked grin crossed his face as he watched the two security officers walk around the massacre. The taste of death fresh in his mind, he wanted more. Slowly, dramatically, he moved from the shadows. His hood lay at his shoulders, revealing his pale complexion and black, dead like eyes.
The two officers didn’t hear, or see him until he spoke. “No life is without end.”
In one swift motion, Nolat pulled his saber from his cloak, separating the taller of the two in half at the abdomen. The second never had time to bring his blaster around to fire, for Nolat had already cut his arms off with one flip of his wrist.
The bigger officer fell to the ground crying, his arms laying feet away from him.
“Shut up.” Nolat demanded softly, though his voice harsh and scratchy bounced off the ships hull and echoed all around.
“Ple-plea-please don-don’t kill me.” The man stuttered uncontrollably, pleading for his life. Tears strolled down his checks like small streams.
Retracting his lightsaber and replacing it in his cloak, Nolat stared deeply into the teary eyes of the officer. “One reason.” He demanded slowly, annunciating every syllable.
Part 1C
“Wh-why?” The big man sniffed.
“Why not?” Nolat grinned fiercely. His dark eyes fixed on the man as he slowly reached for his lightsaber.
“Pl-ple-ple” The man stuttered uncontrollably, his eyes glazing over with pure fear.
Nolat took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I was once like you,” he said softly, “once at the mercy of a man…if you could call us that.”
The security officer sniffed back tears of fear and stopped moving, praying softly to himself.
“He spared my life…but not my soul.” Nolat opened his eyelids slowly, revealing his black, soulless eyes. “Do onto others as they do onto you. I will spare you your life.” He put away his saber and turned slowly, leaving the Goddess Star.
“Th-tha-than-” The security officer could not finish his sentence for Nolat had swung his saber from his cloak and ended the mans life with a quick neon yellow blur, and an effortless stab to the chest, the man went limp.
Nolat took another deep breath and exited the Goddess Star quickly. Surprisingly, no other security had come. Nolat was expecting a fight. To be completely honest, he was disappointed.
1D
Nolat replaced his hood atop his head and continued his stroll into the streets of Onderan. The people on the streets didn’t bother to side step to avoid the walking into Sith in hiding. Though, Nolat didn’t hesitate to add a growl when a citizen bumped into him. Often enough, the person would fall, hitting the ground. Like all killers though, Nolat had his mind focused on one goal, and didn’t waste his time on the weak.
Entering the cantina, the stink of multiple smokes and liquors filled Nolat’s nostrils. He didn’t stop to examine the cantina though. He could sense a Jedi was in this very room. However, it was far too crowded to tell who was who. He knew he was in the right place.
He moved forward, deeper into the cantina and toward the bar where a droid stood polishing a glass. “May I be of assistance sir?” The droid asked, putting away the glass.
“Information.” Nolat hissed.
“Certainly sir. What information do you seek?”
“A man named Caije Cofah.” He leaned against the bar, easing closer to the droid.
“Certainly sir. Master Je-” Nolat cut him off.
“Shh.” His held a finger to his lips. “Just tell me where Cofah is. I know who he is.”
Lifting an arm, the droid pointed to a lone man sitting in the corner of the cantina. “That is the man you seek. Do you wish to acquire any other information?”
“No.” With that, Nolat left the droid and walked towards the lone patron.
“You’re late, Nolat Pered.” The man announced, without looking up from his drink.
“And you’re too easy.” Nolat responded quickly in his usual raspy voice.
“Wrong again.” Cofah pointed out bluntly. “Take a seat.” He extended his arm, offering the seat opposite him.
Nolat hesitated, but decided the conversation might extend longer then he originally wanted, so he took the seat.
“What did you do after the destruction of the second Death Star?” Cofah took a drink, waiting for an answer.
“What business is it of yours old man?” The Sith growled in a low tone.
“Curiosity before death.”
“Then you’ve come to terms with your fate?” Nolat stared at the Jedi in front of him through is black hood. Though he could not see Cofah’s facial expression, (nor could Cofah see Nolat’s), Nolat knew Cofah looked saddened.
“We all die sometime young one. Your time will come as well.” The Jedi said finally. “Answer the question.”
“Excuse me?” Nolat hissed.
“What did you do after the destruction of the second Death Star?” Cofah persisted.
Anyways, this is a Star Wars story I've been writing for my forum, and one other forum. The main character is Nolat Pered. Keep in mind Nolat Pered is a Sith (a dark Jedi).
Part 1A
Aboard the Goddess Star, en route to Onderan, Nolat Pered sat, wandering the dark corners of his mind. He could hear the screams of the souls that have fallen by his hand. Reliving the horrors of his past daily, Nolat had grown immune to their blood piercing screams. He no longer felt anything. He no longer cared. Nolat was no longer human.
“How long until we reach Onderon?” And elderly woman asked, looking down on the sitting, hooded figure of Nolat.
Nolat lifted his head slightly, his hood shadowing his eyes and nose, only revealing his mouth. “Soon.” The single word echoed through the woman’s mind.
The old woman began to tremble in fear, her eyes flickering wildly around the room. Tears ran down her face and she screamed. Nolat sat still as other passengers rushed to her aid, but all hope was lost. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and she fell limp.
“What happened?” A young man demanded, squeezing his hand into a fist.
Nolat folded his arms and stood, his hood falling to his shoulders, revealing black, sunken eyes. “What will happen?”
The man gasped and ran, though resistance was useless, Nolat had already pulled his saber from his cloak and sliced the young mans’ legs in two. The passengers aboard the Goddess Star ran about in panic.
A security officer rushed into action, pulling his blaster into ready, but Nolat already sensed the officer before he could fully bring his arms to bear. The glowing yellow saber severed the mans’ head off in one effortless stroke.
Nolat slowly turned, focusing on the remaining passengers, mostly elderly and children. “I am in a giving mood…” a devilish grin crossed his face. “Your deaths will be swift.”
Part 1B
The Goddess Star touched down, landing with a clank of metal on metal. Doors opened with a hiss. However, no motion came from within the ship. And for several minutes the ship sat, with no movement to or from.
Eventually two security officers approached cautiously, bringing their blasters up, they entered.
“What’s that stink?” One, a tall man with a dark complexion, nearly gagged. The stink of dead flesh filled the security officer’s nostrils.
“Oh no.” The other officer exasperated, his bulky arm coming up to his mouth as he stared down at the mutilated corpse of young man.
“Call it in, now!”
The second security officer hesitated, dumb struck by the horror of what lay before him. “They’re…they’re…” he swallowed hard, suppressing tears, “torn to pieces…but there’s no…” he looked around the metal cemetery, “blood.”
A wicked grin crossed his face as he watched the two security officers walk around the massacre. The taste of death fresh in his mind, he wanted more. Slowly, dramatically, he moved from the shadows. His hood lay at his shoulders, revealing his pale complexion and black, dead like eyes.
The two officers didn’t hear, or see him until he spoke. “No life is without end.”
In one swift motion, Nolat pulled his saber from his cloak, separating the taller of the two in half at the abdomen. The second never had time to bring his blaster around to fire, for Nolat had already cut his arms off with one flip of his wrist.
The bigger officer fell to the ground crying, his arms laying feet away from him.
“Shut up.” Nolat demanded softly, though his voice harsh and scratchy bounced off the ships hull and echoed all around.
“Ple-plea-please don-don’t kill me.” The man stuttered uncontrollably, pleading for his life. Tears strolled down his checks like small streams.
Retracting his lightsaber and replacing it in his cloak, Nolat stared deeply into the teary eyes of the officer. “One reason.” He demanded slowly, annunciating every syllable.
Part 1C
“Wh-why?” The big man sniffed.
“Why not?” Nolat grinned fiercely. His dark eyes fixed on the man as he slowly reached for his lightsaber.
“Pl-ple-ple” The man stuttered uncontrollably, his eyes glazing over with pure fear.
Nolat took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I was once like you,” he said softly, “once at the mercy of a man…if you could call us that.”
The security officer sniffed back tears of fear and stopped moving, praying softly to himself.
“He spared my life…but not my soul.” Nolat opened his eyelids slowly, revealing his black, soulless eyes. “Do onto others as they do onto you. I will spare you your life.” He put away his saber and turned slowly, leaving the Goddess Star.
“Th-tha-than-” The security officer could not finish his sentence for Nolat had swung his saber from his cloak and ended the mans life with a quick neon yellow blur, and an effortless stab to the chest, the man went limp.
Nolat took another deep breath and exited the Goddess Star quickly. Surprisingly, no other security had come. Nolat was expecting a fight. To be completely honest, he was disappointed.
1D
Nolat replaced his hood atop his head and continued his stroll into the streets of Onderan. The people on the streets didn’t bother to side step to avoid the walking into Sith in hiding. Though, Nolat didn’t hesitate to add a growl when a citizen bumped into him. Often enough, the person would fall, hitting the ground. Like all killers though, Nolat had his mind focused on one goal, and didn’t waste his time on the weak.
Entering the cantina, the stink of multiple smokes and liquors filled Nolat’s nostrils. He didn’t stop to examine the cantina though. He could sense a Jedi was in this very room. However, it was far too crowded to tell who was who. He knew he was in the right place.
He moved forward, deeper into the cantina and toward the bar where a droid stood polishing a glass. “May I be of assistance sir?” The droid asked, putting away the glass.
“Information.” Nolat hissed.
“Certainly sir. What information do you seek?”
“A man named Caije Cofah.” He leaned against the bar, easing closer to the droid.
“Certainly sir. Master Je-” Nolat cut him off.
“Shh.” His held a finger to his lips. “Just tell me where Cofah is. I know who he is.”
Lifting an arm, the droid pointed to a lone man sitting in the corner of the cantina. “That is the man you seek. Do you wish to acquire any other information?”
“No.” With that, Nolat left the droid and walked towards the lone patron.
“You’re late, Nolat Pered.” The man announced, without looking up from his drink.
“And you’re too easy.” Nolat responded quickly in his usual raspy voice.
“Wrong again.” Cofah pointed out bluntly. “Take a seat.” He extended his arm, offering the seat opposite him.
Nolat hesitated, but decided the conversation might extend longer then he originally wanted, so he took the seat.
“What did you do after the destruction of the second Death Star?” Cofah took a drink, waiting for an answer.
“What business is it of yours old man?” The Sith growled in a low tone.
“Curiosity before death.”
“Then you’ve come to terms with your fate?” Nolat stared at the Jedi in front of him through is black hood. Though he could not see Cofah’s facial expression, (nor could Cofah see Nolat’s), Nolat knew Cofah looked saddened.
“We all die sometime young one. Your time will come as well.” The Jedi said finally. “Answer the question.”
“Excuse me?” Nolat hissed.
“What did you do after the destruction of the second Death Star?” Cofah persisted.
