Who: Jacen Solo What: Even he isn't immune Where: Streets of Lawrence When: 14th Feb 2010 Rating: Not much, Just possession Status: complete, narritive
Fear was for other people. People that weren't Jacen Solo. He knew it wasn't long until it came to a fight. Until he had to stand and face this apocolypse that maybe was his penance for the mistakes he'd made. Maybe that was it. Whatever it was though he was ready to face it. But he wasn't afraid of it. He wasn't afraid of anything and why should he be. It was why he'd decided to go out alone looking for omens, streaching out his formidable Force Sense to see if he could pick anything up, anything amiss. Because the truth was, demons felt wrong. They felt dark and not like he felt. There was a horror to them even beyond anything Jacen had caused in his short but brutal reign as a Sith Lord. It was funny that he talked about it in past tense when in so many ways he was still Darth Caedus much as his sister refused to see it. Much as he'd found himself trusted by a lot of the people at the complex and even admired for his beliefs if not agreed with. He stood to them and he believed those like Andrew accepted that, much as he was a prime example of what he had come to know as a 'fanboy'. It was very worrying, but he seemed to be a good leader and Jacen didn't want that for himself.
Leadership brought out something in him that he didn't much want to let loose here. Maybe it was a flaw in his personality. Maybe it was what they said Lumiya had done to him. He'd noticed it after Mara and definitely after Kashyyk. He'd strapped Ben into the Embrace of Pain and he'd followed through with his promise to make him strong. He'd fought Luke and very nearly died for it and he'd wondered then if maybe he'd gone to far. But what he'd done was saccrifice himself for the greater good. And he'd do it again. It would be so easy too. Much as he probably shouldn't think of that sort of thing, not here. Not when he'd already lost everything that meant a damn and was trying to reconnect with Jaina.
"You're as vile as he was" "Who" "Palpatine"
Mara, Why of all people had his mind turned to Mara. He could hear her voice as if she was beside him and remembered his Aunt, dying of poison. One of Alema Rar's Darts to throw people off the trail. She'd died cursing him, he supposed she'd been right to do that in hindsight hadn't she. It had made sense that Mara had been the one to try and save him but by the time she'd decided to hunt him, she had accepted along with everyone else that Jacen had been lost. But Mara had helped him save the Galaxy.
"I am asking you one last time Jacen, Please, don't make me do this?"
He turned, hand to his lightsaber at the second voice, belonging to the woman he knew with certainty that he had always loved. Tenel Ka Djo. Queen Mother of Hapes. Could she be here? Could they have given her to him...But then if they had, why was she repeating words that had caused such pain? Why would she do that to him? He remembered that day alright. Remembered how much it had hurt. He'd lost all of his family and then finally her. His Tenel Ka, their daughter. He'd taken Allana from her soon after but she'd grown to fear him all the same. Everyone.
"Jaina, listen to me. You need to get out of my way. I'm trying to save Tenel Ka and Allana." "Sure you are, just like you saved Isolder." "Isolder would have made the same choice. In fact, he did. Jaina we don't have time for this." "So die already."
No. Not that memory. He'd left the hate behind, he remembered telling Ben that in that cave. He'd manifested to give them time to... Something was wrong here And he wasn't about to let anything get in his head like this was. Nothing had the right to to that to him, not to him, He was Jacen Solo. More than that he was Darth Caedus, and he moved quickly with a dark fury in his eyes, letting his senses find the source.
"I HATE you"
From a voice that shouldn't even know what that world meant. He remembered the anger, the scared little girl wanting her Mommy. His little girl. His Allana. "You DARE impersonate her?" he called, dark eyes glinting yellow with a fury rarely seen in Jacen since his time here. He wasn't here to do that but whatever THIS was, pretending to be his daughter. No. No he would end it with a fury that this planet. This Galaxy had never seen. Allana hadn't hated him. She'd feared him yes but she hadn't hated him. "This isn't working" he said again, moving further down into the alley where the sense of wrong seemed to be coming from, and he spotted them instantly, demons, three of them, and a girl, just a girl who was muttering words in a language he didn't know as the other spoke in his head.
"I don't know who you are, but you aren't my son anymore. My Jacen would never do the kind of stuff you do. Get out. I don't want to know you anymore."
Han. Oh it had begun scraping at barrels if it had gone for Han. Lightning shot out from either hand and engulfed two of the demons as he battled with the third, finally forcing it back against the wall ready to make it suffer for daring to mess with his mind. But Jacen hadn't thought of any plan beyond Kill. He had given in to that ever so tempting darkness. Jacen who was always such the tactitian hadn't seen the demons hand reach out and the amulet break at the chain. He hadn't noticed that he was vulnrable, all defences down until the black smoke was pouring into his nose, his mouth. Taking him over.
Him.
And annoyingly, Jacen's last thought before the thing shut his mind down wasn't one of his but one of that Chiss Psychopath Grand Admiral Thrawn.