Frozen Wasteland
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Silas Algorn
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Re: Frozen Wasteland
The wind whipped through the air and he crawled from his seat, pain shooting up his back. He groaned as he tried to right himself, the scent of ozone and charred metal hanging heavy in the air. He felt the wind come in through the gaping hole in the side of the small transport, he could see the snow on the ground and reasoned that it was time to leave. He shook his head and it was if the scenery of the crashed ship followed several seconds after he stopped moving. He blinked rapidly and put his gloved hands over his mask. He felt blood running down his cheek, that warm liquid which was oddly in a sense somewhat soothing in the bitter cold of crashed ship. He reached up and removed his mask, as bit of metal dragged it's way across his cheek. He tossed the mask to the floor in anger and then that's when he heard it, a groan coming from the cockpit. His yellow eyes shot over to the direction of the cockpit and he tried move. He felt nauseous, his vision was blurred and his footsteps fell heavy, the noise alone causing his head to throb.
He moved slowly towards the cockpit and saw out of the corner of his left eye the pilot trying to get himself out of the seat. The pilot. The pilot who crashed this transport in the middle of nowhere had the audacity to try and escape this wreck. The twenty four year old Sith groaned and retrieved his lightsaber, the red blade sprang to life as he pressed the emitter to the back of the pilot's seat impaling the pilot through the back at an upward angle into his chest cavity and out the other end. The smell of burned clothing and flesh hung in the air as the pilot gasped but could not cry out in pain.
"GREAT FLYING! THIS IS YOUR PRIZE!!!"
Quickly the pilot's life left his body and Silas extinguished his lightsaber. The adrenaline that had dumped into his system caused his heart rate to increase and his head to start throbbing, he couldn't contain it, he clutched his hand to his stomach and vomited on the floor, the act of lowering his head caused him to get dizzy, he took a step back and dropped to his knee. That's when the room began to spin and slowly his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell over backwards into unconsciousness.
"Now young Silas, today you will learn an important lesson. Today you learn what sets us apart from the Ji'dai, what makes you Sith. Today you will learn true hatred and a seed will be planted in your mind."
How did he get here? The fifteen year old's yellow eyes looked left and then right as he felt the shackles on his ankles and wrists. There were chains leading from each shackle that suspended him in the air from the ceiling at about a forty five degree angle from the ground. He could feel them pulling against his muscles and stretching them out. There was a metal bar in front of his mouth and there was some sort of mouth piece inserted and try as he might he could not spit it out, it was fixed to the bar and the bar was not going anywhere. He felt the draft and knew that the only article of clothing he had on was his base layer shorts, he cold feel them clinging to his skin.
"Prepare yourself my young apprentice, this will be unpleasant, but it is for your own good."
Then he felt his body coarse with pain as the shock from the mouth piece and each of the shackles surged through his system, he tried to scream out in pain but he could not, he pulled against the chains and shackles with all of his upper body strength as the current surged through him and then stopped. In a moment he felt his body go limp, but knew this was his chance. He strained against the chains until the shackles dug into his flesh and started tearing into is wrists, blood flowing down his arms as he continued to struggle. Then he was hit again and convulsed against the chains which were now ripping the flesh from his ankles too. The pain was so intense that he felt he was going to lose his mind, he'd just assume rip his brain out of his skull, throw it to the ground and destroy it rather than feel this anymore. He bit down on the mouthpiece trying to focus his energy on overcoming the pain versus succumbing to it.
"The Sith Code Silas, this is what it is to be Sith. How will you escape?"
His master raised a hand and despite still pain still surging through him the chains began to move, pulling at his legs they raised him until he was parallel to the floor. Then after a brief moment that seemed like an eternity the pain stopped and his body collapsed against the chains and he felt his muscles in his shoulders and legs straining to carry the wait, he could feel bits of muscle fiber start to stretch and tear. The blood dripped from his arms and legs and landed on the floor. He shivered his body drenched in sweat mixing with the blood and stinging on the open wounds on his wrists and ankles.
"Peace is a lie."
With those words spoken by Lilitu he immediately felt the pain start shooting through his body again, he convulsed once more against he chains and started to thrash, the chains rattling as he tried to pull himself away.
"There is only Passion. Where is your Passion Silas?"
The young Sith tried to scream out passionately but it only came out as a muffled groan through the mouth piece and clanking of the chains.
"I can feel it in you, it's growing. Through Passion I Gain Strength. SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH SILAS! SHOW ME OR DIE!"
The pain intensified, but he tried to focus, the first thing was the mouth piece. He demanded the force to do his bidding and he started working on the bar as he smelled his own flesh starting to burn near his ankles and wrists. There wasn't much time, a bolt tarted to loosen up.
"Goood! Through Strength I gain Power. Where is your power Silas?! Are you going to suffer and die like a weak minded Ji'dai or are you going to use your power to overcome your fate?!"
The bolt and hinge flew out of the bar holding the mouth piece and he spit it out as it hung there dangling by the wires alone. He was still getting shocks from his wrists and ankles, but he realized they were much less severe than the one going into his mouth was. He Then focused on the shackles and the chains holding them in place.
"THROUGH POWER I GAIN VICTORY!"
He screamed through the pain at the top of his lungs and fought against the restraints. One claps on the shackle started to break as he focused his force energy on it. He then ripped his left arm way, the metal breaking and slicing his his forearm as it fell away and clanged on the floor. Next was his right arm, he focused and was able to destroy the shackle with the same method, only this time he pushed it away so it did not slice his arm in the way the previous one had. As this happened he fell forward and all of his weight was suspended by his legs as he hung upside down his head inches from the floor. He had noticed that the shock had greatly subsided and he had much greater control of his own muscles now at least in the upper half of his body anyway. He then saw his lightsaber, sitting on a table near his master he wanted it, more than anything he wanted to feel the cold durasteel hilt in his hand and the warm blade humming inches from his face ready to strike down his enemies with malice.
"Through Victory my CHAINS ARE BROKEN!"
Both shackles broke simultaneously and the pain stopped, he absorbed the drop with his arms and fell to the floor, springing upright, his lightsaaber flew to his hands and ignited as soon as he had it, he narrowed his yellow eyes and stared at his master with malicious intent.
"Good Silas, very good. You have used your anger and hatred to overcome certain death. Look at the strength it has given you, moments ago you were hanging from the ceiling helpless, bound by chains that you were able to break. Now you stand here ready to kill me like a true Sith, good for you, you hatred gives you focus. Now is not the time, you are not ready to kill me, but soon young Silas as that furnace of hatred burns within you, you will go stronger and eventually you will be ready to destroy me and assume your rightful place as my successor, or you shall try now and all of this will be for nothing for you will die here and now. Focus....my young apprentice. What will you do? "
Silas stood, there, sweat and blood dripping from his body, his lightsaber humming and glowing a blood red, the colour of a true Sith. he heard his Master's words and he hated him, he hated him with every fiber of his being, but he was right...he was right he had to
FOCUS
The word shot through his mind and his eyes opened, he sat upright and looked around the inside of the crashed ship. He took a breath and focused his energy on righting himself. That's what it was going to take to survive, the concussion was an inconvenience, it was a weakness and he must break through the chains that it had bound him with. He pulled himself to his feet and found his lightsaber and fastened it to his belt. He bent down and picked up his mask, willing nauseating feeling from the blood flowing through his head to cease. He ripped the jagged piece of metal out of his mask and put it back on. He stood up and stepped in his now frozen vomit on the floor and ripped the survival kit out from under the pilot's seat. He pushed the pilot's lifeless head against the dash with disgust and gathered up anything else he might need to survive. He then exited the transport through the gaping hole in the side and stood amongst the tundra, wind causing his black cloak to flutter like a flag in the breeze. In the distance he saw what appeared to be a shelter, he looked to the sky and reasoned that it was midday, he could make it before night fall. He had to make it before night fall or he would surely freeze. He took a step forward the snow crunching beneath his feet and moved on towards the promise of shelter.
He moved slowly towards the cockpit and saw out of the corner of his left eye the pilot trying to get himself out of the seat. The pilot. The pilot who crashed this transport in the middle of nowhere had the audacity to try and escape this wreck. The twenty four year old Sith groaned and retrieved his lightsaber, the red blade sprang to life as he pressed the emitter to the back of the pilot's seat impaling the pilot through the back at an upward angle into his chest cavity and out the other end. The smell of burned clothing and flesh hung in the air as the pilot gasped but could not cry out in pain.
"GREAT FLYING! THIS IS YOUR PRIZE!!!"
Quickly the pilot's life left his body and Silas extinguished his lightsaber. The adrenaline that had dumped into his system caused his heart rate to increase and his head to start throbbing, he couldn't contain it, he clutched his hand to his stomach and vomited on the floor, the act of lowering his head caused him to get dizzy, he took a step back and dropped to his knee. That's when the room began to spin and slowly his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell over backwards into unconsciousness.
"Now young Silas, today you will learn an important lesson. Today you learn what sets us apart from the Ji'dai, what makes you Sith. Today you will learn true hatred and a seed will be planted in your mind."
How did he get here? The fifteen year old's yellow eyes looked left and then right as he felt the shackles on his ankles and wrists. There were chains leading from each shackle that suspended him in the air from the ceiling at about a forty five degree angle from the ground. He could feel them pulling against his muscles and stretching them out. There was a metal bar in front of his mouth and there was some sort of mouth piece inserted and try as he might he could not spit it out, it was fixed to the bar and the bar was not going anywhere. He felt the draft and knew that the only article of clothing he had on was his base layer shorts, he cold feel them clinging to his skin.
"Prepare yourself my young apprentice, this will be unpleasant, but it is for your own good."
Then he felt his body coarse with pain as the shock from the mouth piece and each of the shackles surged through his system, he tried to scream out in pain but he could not, he pulled against the chains and shackles with all of his upper body strength as the current surged through him and then stopped. In a moment he felt his body go limp, but knew this was his chance. He strained against the chains until the shackles dug into his flesh and started tearing into is wrists, blood flowing down his arms as he continued to struggle. Then he was hit again and convulsed against the chains which were now ripping the flesh from his ankles too. The pain was so intense that he felt he was going to lose his mind, he'd just assume rip his brain out of his skull, throw it to the ground and destroy it rather than feel this anymore. He bit down on the mouthpiece trying to focus his energy on overcoming the pain versus succumbing to it.
"The Sith Code Silas, this is what it is to be Sith. How will you escape?"
His master raised a hand and despite still pain still surging through him the chains began to move, pulling at his legs they raised him until he was parallel to the floor. Then after a brief moment that seemed like an eternity the pain stopped and his body collapsed against the chains and he felt his muscles in his shoulders and legs straining to carry the wait, he could feel bits of muscle fiber start to stretch and tear. The blood dripped from his arms and legs and landed on the floor. He shivered his body drenched in sweat mixing with the blood and stinging on the open wounds on his wrists and ankles.
"Peace is a lie."
With those words spoken by Lilitu he immediately felt the pain start shooting through his body again, he convulsed once more against he chains and started to thrash, the chains rattling as he tried to pull himself away.
"There is only Passion. Where is your Passion Silas?"
The young Sith tried to scream out passionately but it only came out as a muffled groan through the mouth piece and clanking of the chains.
"I can feel it in you, it's growing. Through Passion I Gain Strength. SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH SILAS! SHOW ME OR DIE!"
The pain intensified, but he tried to focus, the first thing was the mouth piece. He demanded the force to do his bidding and he started working on the bar as he smelled his own flesh starting to burn near his ankles and wrists. There wasn't much time, a bolt tarted to loosen up.
"Goood! Through Strength I gain Power. Where is your power Silas?! Are you going to suffer and die like a weak minded Ji'dai or are you going to use your power to overcome your fate?!"
The bolt and hinge flew out of the bar holding the mouth piece and he spit it out as it hung there dangling by the wires alone. He was still getting shocks from his wrists and ankles, but he realized they were much less severe than the one going into his mouth was. He Then focused on the shackles and the chains holding them in place.
"THROUGH POWER I GAIN VICTORY!"
He screamed through the pain at the top of his lungs and fought against the restraints. One claps on the shackle started to break as he focused his force energy on it. He then ripped his left arm way, the metal breaking and slicing his his forearm as it fell away and clanged on the floor. Next was his right arm, he focused and was able to destroy the shackle with the same method, only this time he pushed it away so it did not slice his arm in the way the previous one had. As this happened he fell forward and all of his weight was suspended by his legs as he hung upside down his head inches from the floor. He had noticed that the shock had greatly subsided and he had much greater control of his own muscles now at least in the upper half of his body anyway. He then saw his lightsaber, sitting on a table near his master he wanted it, more than anything he wanted to feel the cold durasteel hilt in his hand and the warm blade humming inches from his face ready to strike down his enemies with malice.
"Through Victory my CHAINS ARE BROKEN!"
Both shackles broke simultaneously and the pain stopped, he absorbed the drop with his arms and fell to the floor, springing upright, his lightsaaber flew to his hands and ignited as soon as he had it, he narrowed his yellow eyes and stared at his master with malicious intent.
"Good Silas, very good. You have used your anger and hatred to overcome certain death. Look at the strength it has given you, moments ago you were hanging from the ceiling helpless, bound by chains that you were able to break. Now you stand here ready to kill me like a true Sith, good for you, you hatred gives you focus. Now is not the time, you are not ready to kill me, but soon young Silas as that furnace of hatred burns within you, you will go stronger and eventually you will be ready to destroy me and assume your rightful place as my successor, or you shall try now and all of this will be for nothing for you will die here and now. Focus....my young apprentice. What will you do? "
Silas stood, there, sweat and blood dripping from his body, his lightsaber humming and glowing a blood red, the colour of a true Sith. he heard his Master's words and he hated him, he hated him with every fiber of his being, but he was right...he was right he had to
FOCUS
The word shot through his mind and his eyes opened, he sat upright and looked around the inside of the crashed ship. He took a breath and focused his energy on righting himself. That's what it was going to take to survive, the concussion was an inconvenience, it was a weakness and he must break through the chains that it had bound him with. He pulled himself to his feet and found his lightsaber and fastened it to his belt. He bent down and picked up his mask, willing nauseating feeling from the blood flowing through his head to cease. He ripped the jagged piece of metal out of his mask and put it back on. He stood up and stepped in his now frozen vomit on the floor and ripped the survival kit out from under the pilot's seat. He pushed the pilot's lifeless head against the dash with disgust and gathered up anything else he might need to survive. He then exited the transport through the gaping hole in the side and stood amongst the tundra, wind causing his black cloak to flutter like a flag in the breeze. In the distance he saw what appeared to be a shelter, he looked to the sky and reasoned that it was midday, he could make it before night fall. He had to make it before night fall or he would surely freeze. He took a step forward the snow crunching beneath his feet and moved on towards the promise of shelter.