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Master Anakin Skywalker (whilled) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-19 02:06:00

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.

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victorianenigma
2009-09-19 07:35 am UTC (link)

Helen had oddly been keeping to herself. Though in retrospect it probably wasn't as odd as one would think. She was a rather secretive person but was usually social with those she knew. Which was really the crux of it all in this place. Helen had hardly chosen to meet or even get acquainted with any new people. She would be much more content attempting to open pseudo Sanctuary and tending to her research. If there were Abnormals here in Colligo she hard an hunch that either she would find them or they would find her. It was how it worked it seemed.

Though walking back from the facility that Gabriel had mentioned, she didn't expect to find Anakin walking the streets. Well, she herself probably shouldn't be walking the streets at this time of night. But she hardly trusted the room she was given or the people with what she carried in the bag that was always on her person. It had changed the lives of Five people enough. It didn't need to change anyone else.

"Master Skywalker." She decided to call out to him.

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whilled
2009-09-19 08:26 am UTC (link)

Anakin jumped when spoken to, whirling around and igniting the blade in his hand. He'd pulled back the free, flesh one, chambering the elbow and splaying his fingers, ready to push upon the Force to kno-- When recognition took over and he realized that this wasn't an enemy, wasn't someone he needed to be weary of. And shakily, apologetically, he deactivated the blade and lowered the mechanical limb.

"Doctor Magnus," he breathed. How he was able to speak right now, he didn't know. "Sorry, I'm just--a little jumpy."

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	victorianenigma 2009-09-19 08:29 am UTC (link)
	"I can tell." She smiled a little and walked up to him. "Is everything alright?" Obviously things weren't if he was jumpy, but still. She was born and raised Victorian British and her manners certainly weren't going anywhere anytime soon. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

whilled
2009-09-21 07:57 am UTC (link)

"Yes," was his immediate response, but he could still feel that dragon on the edge of his consciousness, those gold, red-rimmed eyes peering at him as if it were just waiting for him to slip up and be presented with the perfect opportunity to seize hold of him and bend him to it's dark will.

With a heavy sigh, he corrected, "...no. Not really."

So weak... The dragon whispered. Poor little weak Jedi.

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victorianenigma
2009-09-21 08:37 am UTC (link)

Helen shook her head slightly. The stubbornness of males never ceased to amaze her. Especially children. Than again most could be considered children compared to her age. She sighed slightly and folded her arms in front of her.

"Certainly something more than just the bed bugs, I assume." There went her little motherly tap. Eventually she'd stop... in perhaps a hundred years. "Do you wish to talk about it? It might help you sleep some."

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whilled
2009-09-22 09:26 pm UTC (link)

He was indeed stubborn and very much a child in a lot of ways, being that a lot of his social skills were stunted or prevented from developing at all due to being raised within the Jedi Order for a good portion of his life. It was one of the reasons he was unsure of how to handle this most recent vision bestowed upon him by the Force. The last time he'd seen something, he'd been told to deal with it and move on. Master Yoda was not the best to go to with these things, he realized, and if he'd had this vision while he was back home on Coruscant, he would've gone to his own master or Shaak Ti or Ki-Adi-Mundi -- someone who was better able to tell him what he needed to hear while also taking who he was and his origins into consideration.

After a moment, he nodded. This woman was probably the closest he was going to get to those three masters and in a way, she reminded him a great deal of the Togrutan Jedi Master.

"I had vision. I get visions sometimes and I had one and I'm really not sure what to make of it."

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	victorianenigma 2009-09-23 02:10 am UTC (link)
	"Visions of the future?" She didn't doubt him, merely wanted to understand the context. As seeing how Master Skywalker was really the only one that Helen had actually spoke with face to face, and bothered to talk to at least more than once in that regard. She hardly found the network as something she wanted to keep up with. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

whilled
2009-09-27 09:23 am UTC (link)

He nodded. "That's right. Most of them come true, but others are more...ambiguous. More open to interpretation. The last one I had came true and this one was more something that maybe should've happened and the the events that followed it that didn't happen because things when differently..."

Anakin trailed off. Maybe his issue was that he wasn't sure whether it was supposed to happen and he'd somehow done something wrong to off-set the balance of the galaxy by not making the same choices as the version of himself who became Darth Vader did.

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victorianenigma
2009-09-27 09:32 am UTC (link)

Helen raised her hand, gently putting it on his arm. "Master Skywalker. It is my belief that the future is in constant change. People decide what will be by their actions. Perhaps what you are seeing, if it is open to interpretation, are plausible futures. If you obsess over the things that could or would happen... you'll drive yourself mad."

Experience was what spoke. For years she thought of what she could have done differently to save John and those eight women. And for years she thought doing the right thing and helping others would make up for it.

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