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The continueing story of the Meridean Twins . . .please comment, i need feedback sweatdrop
Chapter Three
“The Lady And The Lizard”
Prince Xizor was well liked by many of the opposite sex, this was for certain. Much of this was attributed to his good looks, wealth, and his Faleen pheromones. As a result, he had many mistresses. One such mistress was a kind of a go-between when it came to himself and the Empire when the Empire was rule. She bore him a Force Sensitive son. His name was Xinix. But when he discovered the boy’s potential to strike down Vader, he hid him away and allowed his mistress to grow beautiful once more. Pregnancy did not suit her. But sex did. She was a double dealer alright. Working for Blacksun and the Empire.
Lady Iris Revan was Darth Vader’s unused concubine.
Revan swore to the high heavens she was a direct descendent of the ancient Sith Lord, Darth Revan. Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter or some other variation of great’s and granddaughter. It was all talk however. It was known that the only true direct descendants of Revan were the Draconic Royal Family, the Cranes.
Revan didn’t even look like her ‘grandfather.’ Revan was a stately man with blonde hair and grey eyes. Jaken looked nearly exactly like him. Lady Revan had long black hair, eyes, and even lips with all the black lipstick she wore. In any event, Iris Revan was often near Vader.
Vader and his apprentice, his little pet-project, the girl. He doted on her like the Emperor with Mara Jade, treating the spoiled brat like a princess. She was rumored to be one, but nothing that unattractive could ever be regal. In truth, the girl was pretty. Prettier than her . . .
But when her son came to her now, saying that the grudge between the Skywalkers and the Blacksuns had been rekindled, even if it was solely one sided in the actual fighting, in the favor of the Skywalkers, she was pleased. She was even more pleased to hear he had injured the Meridean girl, and knew that she had a weakness.
“It’s her right arm,” he said, excitedly. “It’s bionic. And she has feeling in it!” Most bionic limbs did not. Iris snorted.
“Of course she has feeling in the limb,” she said, treating the boy with an air of him being under her, as she did with everyone and everything else. “She needs feeling in her hands for those little tricks of hers. Besides, that prosthetic was made especially for her, not another one like it anywhere. I know. Vader helped fashion it himself.” Iris rolled her eyes. “Stupid man he was. He never cared much for money, but he did whatever he had to for her. Disgusting.
“Anyway, Dear, do tell me more about Meridean and her doings.”
Xinix scowled.
“Skywalker took her as his apprentice,” he snarled. “She’s powerful, too powerful. Something that weak-minded shouldn’t have that much power. She’s also bold and clever. And her brother is too. That Mara Jade, the Emperor’s Hand, took him as her apprentice!” Iris straightened at this. She had long since taken control of part of the Senate, given it was a very small part, but big enough so that she knew a great deal about other people and their business. However, she never knew the Meridean girl had a sibling.
“She has a brother?” Iris asked. “You are sure?” Xinix nodded. His mother’s slanted eyes glistened. “This may be the chance I’ve . . . we’ve been looking for. The brother would surely be weaker than she.” Iris settled into a state of contemplation.
“How would the weaker twin be of any use to us?” Xinix demanded. Iris smiled at him, evilly. Her black lips shone in the light.
“He will become our toy,” she said. “I will turn him to the Dark Side and he will be the leverage over both the Skywalkers and the girl we need.” Xinix blinked.
“But, Mother,” he said. “How could you turn him to the Dark Side? It would require the Force and while he is not as powerful as his sister, he is quite strong. I am not well learned in the Jenovian Arts. I could be of no help.” Iris’s smile widened.
“You silly boy,” she said. Xinix watched with amazement as a wine glass, its contents looking like blood, floated to his mother’s waiting hand. “Where did you think you got it?”
2
“Hesbarec Necranon MORTIX!” Aliea yelled, her eyes turning opaque white and the black shadow energy encased a few other students. Her team was winning. There was a snap-hiss! and a iced-purple slash of light. Her bubble burst and the Red Team, Loki’s team, with Gaby, Constantine, Trilian, Vyse, Kagome, Riku, and Rio, ran free. “Sith spawn!” Aliea cursed.
Loki had the red flag wrapped around her neck like a bandana. She back-flipped over Aliea as her team raced past Aliea’s team’s defenses.
“Aliea!” Jaken yelled. “Stop her or something!” He was almost cut short by Trilian. The girl raised her hand up in a swiping motion, eyes glowing golden. Jaken was seized by a massive stone hand. Though he squirmed and writhed, he was stuck. Not wanting to hurt his girlfriend, he refrained from using his Element powers.
Aliea growled to herself.
The name of the game was Capture and Retrieve. Basically Capture The Flag only slightly off. The red team had the blue team’s flag and vice versa. It was up to the Blue team, Aliea’s team, to retrieve their flag and put raise it at “Base” before the other team did the same with theirs. Blue team was losing when Loki and Rio reached their base.
A puff of smoke appeared before Aliea and her spell book floated in its place. Turning a few pages, while levitating herself, the Azarathian found a passage that she believed would fix the Red Team.
“Zakaire!” She cried, pronouncing it right. A lightning bolt shot at the two Red Team members. Rio raised his orange saber and pushed back on the force attacking him, placing himself between Aliea and Loki. It began to push him back, his boots digging into the soft dirt.
“Loki, go,” he grunted. Loki hesitated.
“What about you?” She asked. Aliea called the spell out again and this time, the lightning hit Rio in the arm. He fell back, crying out. Another bolt hit him in the chest. Another strangled cry. “Rio!” It was a very low voltage but Rio was dazed to say the least. His masculinity told him to keep his mouth clamped shut as his skin tingled and went numb.
Loki raced up the rope ladder, lighting striking at the places her feet were only a seconds before. Rung by rung, Loki climbed, nearly jumping when a bolt got too close. Once in the treehouse-base, the lighting struck again, taking the ladder out.
Loki ran, lighting bursting through the floor, missing her by inches. She tore the flag from her neck and waved it out the window. A buzzer sounded. Game over. Winner: Red Team.
Luke entered the arena. Rio sat up, wincing.
“Very good,” Luke said. “All of your skills are improving. I have a roster here with what the other masters and knights have noticed. I’ll give them to the eldest to read first.” Nikolai was the oldest. Luke gave him the datapad and turned on his heel, making for the academy. “I’d like to see you before dinner, Loki, if at all possible.” He called, not looking over his shoulder. Loki was too engrossed with the roster to really hear him.
The roster was met with mixed reviews:
1. Gabrielle “Gaby” Starchild: Telepathic powers are evident. Not very conversational. Bright child.
2. Maximum “Max” Aster: Mischievous. Enjoys working with his hands and technology.
3. Juniper “June” Comet: Basic needs work.
4. Constantine “Connie” Angel: Nasty temper must improve. Powerful Vamp abilities.
5. Kagome “Kay” Renaldi: Low self-esteem. Forgot to wear gloves and stunned a student on accident.
6. Nikolai “Nik” Damian: Jovial. Tends to day-dream and draw during studies.
7. Trilian “Tril” Soriel: Wonderful personality. Well liked. Trusting. Talkative. Terrakinises is at times unpredictable. Excellent hand to hand combative. Gymnastics are best in class.
8. Jaken Crane: Temper and trusting issues. Powerful.
9. Sophina “Fina” Crane: Very advanced for her condition.
10. Vyse Dyne: Quiet. Shy.
11. Xaqueenia “Xaqi” Rendar: Her father’s daughter.
12. Riku Crane: Tries to live up to older brother too much. Needs to learn to be his own person.
13. Aliea Moonbeam: Quiet. Spells need work.
14. Rokion “Roki” Meridean: Control needs work. Low self-esteem. Cold to elders at times. Bright. Not what was expected when compared to sister.
15. Lokina “Loki” Meridean: Sarcastic. Very untrusting. Tends to believe her way is best. Powerful. Was in more than one fight. Excellent hand to hand combat skills. Mental skills are top. Expert duelist.
16. Rio Solo: Force concentration needs work. Affectionate. Meets and exceeds expectations when comes to practice compared to midichloriane count.
3
They blinked.
“Well at least we know they like us,” Max said, dryly.
Loki rolled her eyes.
“Come on you guys, they weren’t that bad,” she said. “They pretty much have us down.” Her friends grumbled. “Dinner would be ‘bout ready by now anyway.” They murmured their agreement.
“What’s for dinner anyway?” Nikolai asked Riku as they headed out.
“No clue,” Riku said. He grinned at Vyse. “But, based on that roster, a whole mess of it will be on a few Masters if we play our cards right.” Vyse slapped him a high five.
Loki noticed Roki standing with the datapad still in his hand, shoulders hunched. She guessed it had something to do with his report. “Roki? You okay?” He dropped the datapad.
“No, I’m not,” he whispered. She reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder. He flinched. Loki and her brother had always been close, even if she had spent five years of her life away from him.
“Roki . . . ” she whispered.
“I’m tired of being compared to you. I know I’m not as strong as you and there’s a reason why. And it’s not fair!” He said. Loki covered her mouth, eyes watching her little brother, sadly.
“I know it’s not fair, Roki,” she said. “But, trust me, special powers aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. The responsibility held to me by The Prophesy, I wouldn’t wish on anyone.” Nothing she said made his pain go away.
“Why couldn’t I be reincarnated as someone special?” He whispered. “We’re twins. We’re supposed to share everything. Didn’t Queen Lillabeth have a twin brother herself?” Loki nodded. “Where is he at right now? It doesn’t make any sense that the Rose be born without the Vine! We would be equal then! No more competitions!”
“Roki, Veltan was indeed Lillabeth’s twin brother, but . . . his attributes are not the same as yours. He was a —”
“I know!” Roki snapped. “Then there’s you, always checking your shoulders in the mirror, looking for any discolorations or bumps where the wings would come.” Loki blinked, hurt. “We all know that Lillabeth went through the Metamorphosis! And Veltan went through one too! I don’t know what, but he did! You’ll get to have wings! Why not me? Why do you get everything?!”
“Because, Roki!” Loki snapped. “Why would you want what I have?! It’s a curse! A horrible curse! The Prophecy is my death certificate prerequisite and you know it! Why would you want to share in my early death? Why!?” Roki looked at her. Tears flowed down her cheeks. “I look in the mirror to see if maybe the Scribes were wrong. If I don’t have those wings . . . then I’m not Lillabeth’s true heir. Then I get to go on normally, knowing my powers were just flukes. I don’t want to die, Roki. I don’t know why you want to share in that death.”
Brother and sister rushed to a hug.
“I don’t want you to die,” Roki whispered to Loki. “I’m sorry. I was so stupid, so immature. The Prophecy is wrong, it has to be.” Loki sniffled.
“I hope it is, Rokion,” she said. “I really hope it is.”
“Me too,” Roki whispered.
“Because if it isn’t,” Loki said, dryly. “Then I’ll be leaving you sooner than I want to be leaving you. And I don’t ever want to leave you again.”
4
“. . .don’t ever want to leave you again.” Luke replayed the holo-cording over one more time. More and more about this prophecy that surrounded the lives of the Meridean twins. He didn’t know why, but he had a very bad feeling about it. It was strange. Who was Veltan and Lillabeth? What connection did they have to Roki and Loki?
And what disturbed him more than anything was Loki’s own proclaiming of her early death. And wings? Did she say wings?
His office doors opened up and he didn’t have to turn his head to know who it was.
“And where have you been?” He asked Loki. “I asked you to meet me before dinner, not three quarters of the way through it.”
“Well, I can tell you where I wasn’t,” Loki said. “I wasn’t in the dinning hall starting a food fight.” Luke turned and, sure enough, she was splattered with food. He rolled his eyes.
“Why?” He asked, exasperated. Loki rolled her eyes back at him.
“That farm must not have had much too it,” she said. “Like no fun.” Luke glared at her. She held up her hands. “It’s almost cleaned up by now. Consider yourself lucky. Max, Connie, Nik, Jaken, and Rio wanted to nail you with what Han fixed for dinner.”
“That’s besides the point, Loki,” Luke said. He crossed his arms. “We haven’t been able to find any trace of Xinix. I’m fearing for your safety.” Loki snorted.
“I kicked his a** once,” she said. “How hard could it be to do it again?”
“He could be diving into the Dark Side, making himself very powerful,” he said.
“I’m a Starkiller, for Force Sake!” Loki burst out. She winced, knowing she had said too much as Luke raised an eyebrow.
“Starkiller?”
“It’s a technical term, coined by Daddy-Dearest, meaning one who is experienced in both the Light and Dark Side of the Force,” Loki explained. “Like a Grey Side. It’s not that hard to comprehed, Master of Delirium.”
“The Dark Side is dangerous!” Luke said. “Each use could push you farther down that path!” Loki glared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?! First this prophecy business, now this!” Luke winced, realizing he had said too much as well. Loki blinked.
“How do you know about The Prophecy?” She whispered fiercely.
“I heard you and Roki talking about it,” he said. “Don’t you think you have some explaining to do?” Loki’s eyes blazed. They glowed red once, one bright pulse, but faded, Loki regaining her composure and putting a leash on her temper, for once.
“No,” she said “No, I don’t. And what’s more I don’t think you should be spying on me and Roki.”
“It’s for your own good,” Luke said. “You refuse to tell me anything, so I have to lean back on a few distasteful tactics to protect you.”
“I don’t need to be protected by anyone!” Loki snapped. “Especially by you Skywalkers! You’re all hypocrites! Every one!” The raven-haired girl turned on her heel and stormed from the office. Luke sighed. Now she was mad at his entire family. There was just no talking to her.
5
Mara and Luke spent the next few nights surfing the holo-net looking for anything about Jenovian prophecies. Mara and Luke’s night oil was burned for nothing.
“Ooh, here’s another one about Anakin,” Mara said, sarcastically. Luke sighed.
“This is taking too long,” Luke mumbled. “By the way those two were talking, Loki could drop dead any minute.” Mara sighed to herself.
“Well, we know The Prophecy is ancient Jenovian lore. Maybe that could help?” Mara said. She typed in ANCIENT JENOVIAN PROPHECIES LOKI MERIDEAN.
They got pages about Jenovia itself and some resorts and the bio page that Luke read about Loki, but other than that, nothing of any real importance.
Mara turned the station off.
“Maybe we should call it a night?” She suggested. “We won’t be able to get anything about this silly prophesy unless we get it from Loki herself.” Luke nodded.
“Is Roki as difficult?” He asked, as they walked up the staircase leading to their suite.
“He’s a boy,” Mara said. “Of course he is.”
uh-oh, what are Xinix and his mother planning to do to Loki and her friends?! find out on the next instalment of . . .
STAR WARS: MASTERS OF THE FORCE: THE MERIDEAN TWINS!
 Blakaize · Fri Jan 11, 2008 @ 01:39am · 0 Comments |
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