Master Anakin Skywalker (whilled) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-09-19 02:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, *narrative |
WHO: Anakin Skywalker (narrative, but OPEN to tags)
WHAT: seeing his worst fear with a Force twist
WHEN: September 19th, shortly after midnight
WHERE: #401D, then streets outside of Building D
RATING: PG-13-ish?
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The Force had a habit of showing Anakin Skywalker things he didn't want to see at the worst possible times. He'd come to accept the fact that the vast majority of the visions he'd been sent were things that were meant to happen and would happen, no matter what he did to try and prevent them. It had been that way with his mother's death and after that, his wife's. The only vision he'd had that hadn't come true, was that one he'd seen on that cave wall in Nelvaan, the one that he now understood had been telling him he was supposed to fall to the Dark Side and become a Sith Lord - Darth Vader, as his granddaughter had so tactfully told him not too long after he'd arrived here. He didn't understand the meaning of it before, what that image he'd seen in the rocks had been. But, now? Now he knew and he wish he hadn't.
He was wide awake, panting and sweating, blue eyes wide in fear. He had wondered how he'd become such a monster, but that didn't mean he wanted to know. Why, why did the Force always have to show him such things? What he'd seen hadn't made much sense, but the point they got across was clear: this is how things should have been. He should have gone to Palpatine's aid, led his own regiment of Clones to storm the Jedi Temple, slaughtered the Separatist leaders on Mustafar, strangled Padmé with the Force, and dueled Obi-Wan...and lost. Only to have the man he looked up to as a father leave him there to burn next to that river of lava after crippling him beyond repair, taking his lightsaber from him and running away. That image he'd saw had been the mask of the suit he'd been pushed into. He'd felt the pain of the flames licking at his remaining flesh...he remembered asking Palpatine where Padmé was only to be told that he'd killed her. He'd woken up screaming as a result in a deeper-toned voice that had not sounded like his own at first, but was all a lingering part of the vision he'd been sent.
The Sith and the Jedi are similar in almost every way, including their quest for greater power. The difference between the two is the Sith are not afraid of the Dark Side of the Force. That is why they are more powerful.
Was that it? Was that why he was so shaken, because he was afraid?
No.
He clamped both hands to his ears and shouted, "Get out, get out, GET OUT. Stop messing with my mind! Get out of my head!" At Palpatine's voice in his head, seemingly unable to drown out the sound of the dead-man's voice or make it go away.
Anakin, if one is to understand the great mystery, one must study all its aspects, not just the dogmatic, narrow view of the Jedi. If you wish to become a complete and wise leader, you must embrace a larger view of the Force. Be careful of the Jedi, Anakin. They fear you. In time they will destroy you...
Destroy him. Would the Jedi ever do that to him? Leave him lost and alone only to kill him without even trying to bring him back to the light? Obi-Wan had abandoned him. And this time, it was his own voice he'd heard echoing in his head--
It's all Obi-Wan's fault! He knows I'm already more powerful than he is. He's holding me back!
Feeling a wave of nausea come over him, Anakin leapt up from the bed and went into the bathroom, splashing his face with water and looking up in the mirror to--
He threw himself back against the wall, the mirror shattering as he lashed out at it telekinetically. In the remainder of the reflective glass that remained, he saw the golden, red-rimmed eyes of that black dragon looking back at him.
Embrace... It whispered to him. Comfort...understanding. I understand. The pain, the sadness, the confusion...it will go away. Embrace it. Embrace the darkness...
Again, his hands went to his ears as he slid down the wall and all but fell into a fetal position, muttering, "That's not me...not true...didn't do that...made the right choice...I did--"
Suddenly, he stood and marched out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, grabbing his cloak and lightsaber and instead of going to the door to leave properly by means of the stairs or elevator in the hall, he went to the window and jumped out of it. He landed soundlessly on the ground, his fall cushioned skillfully with his own telekinesis. Lightsaber held tightly in his un-gloved mechanical hand, Anakin walked. Where? He didn't know, but he needed a distraction -- something -- to take his mind off of what he'd just saw.