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*ducks as shoes are thrown* I know i've been lazy for a while, but for the few faithful readers i have, here is chapter six!
Chapter Six
“Rebirth And Death”
She fell, fell forever, it seemed. The black of the abyss was her only comfort. Meanwhile her mind was in shock as well as her body. She was drenched in a cold sweat and she felt like she had twenty-pound weights on her chest, constricting her breathing to shallow gulps of air. Her right arm hurt too. But that was just a trick of her traumatized mind.
I don’t want to go out this way, she thought to herself, suddenly. Her lavender eyes narrowed in the darkness. I go out on my terms.
She twisted her body so she now fell face down. She reached her left arm out, searching. It was a heart stopping sound, her palm hitting the metal pole. Thank the Force for the gymnastic lessons. A moment before impact with the pole, she began to clench her fist. Her hand was now around the pole. She spun around it once, but her balance was off and she let go awkwardly.
Through some grace of the Force, it was the exact moment that a circle-opening on her right dilated its metal shudders. She fell into it, and it carried her for about a minute, like a slide. Then it dumped her off near a weather-vane at the bottom of the floating city. Her legs caught it as she fell.
Hanging upside down, semi-conscious, she dangled there.
“Master,” she whispered. “Where are you, my Master?” She closed her eyes. In an after thought, she whispered, “My Angel.”
Barely ten minutes later, a victory SD was below her. A hatch opened and she passed out, her legs failing and her body falling. This is it now, she thought. I die alone.
“Apprentice?” An unmistakable voice said from the outer reaches of the black cloud filling her mind. “Lokina.” Someone was touching her hair, holding her limp form. “Loki.” She was gone completely now. Or so she thought.
Her master had her laying on the med-couch, a floating droid attaching her prosthetic arm. She had slipped into stony silence that seemed to cause the Stormtroopers aboard want to avoid the general area of the med-bay.
Well, the droid was really preparing to attach the prosthetic arm.
“We have a variety of styles,” it was saying. “The standard moveable appendage is what is usually requested. We also have a prototype, a bit of a special War Issue prosthetic. Supposedly for super soldiers. It has several features: grappling hook from the wrist, a lock pick from the index finger, a blow torch from the wrist, a — ”
“I’ll take it,” she growled. Now they were getting somewhere. The arm was nearly attached now. Her master was seated beside her, in a chair, not the couch. That would be too awkward. But then, it was a day for awkwardness, wasn’t it?
“Lokina,” her master, breathed. She did not acknowledge him. How many years did he lie to her? How many times did he betray her? “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”
“Strange that you never told me yourself,” she said, cooly.
“I could not. It was too much of a risk if I did. He would have found you.”
The last piece of synthi-skin was bonded to her real skin and she stood. The droid whirled impatiently.
“Mistress, please, you mustn’t be about!”
“I’m sorry, Lokina, but you’re in danger now—”
“Mistress, you must—”
“I’m sending you to Naboo, where your brother and Joanna have moved to.”
Her hands balled into fists.
“Please, Mistress, you simply can not—”
“Forgive me, Lokina. This way I am assured of your safety. You are so precious to me.”
“Mistress, please—!”
With a yell, she lashed out with her right hand and caught the droid by its neck. It snapped with little effort. The droid died, the metal horribly twisted. Her arm was quite strong.
“You were the only father I ever knew,” she said, under her breath, not even certain he had heard her. She shut her eyes to fight the tears. “Now you’re nothing. You’re dead to me.”
Loki left the room without another glance or word.
2
Luke opened his eyes. He was tired of these dreams. His leg had healed, but the dreams of Loki kept coming. He shivered. The weight of what she said in the vision. My Angel. Was she confused? Was he the Angel or was Anakin? What did it all mean?!
3
Loki took another deep breath. The gates of the castle were directed ahead of them. Her, Rio and Aliea stood there, staring down the Stormtroopers. They finally saw them as threats.
“You there!” One yelled.
“Now!” Loki yelled. She drew a blaster from her belt faster than the eye could follow. Rio was only a millasecond behind. Aliea levitated, eyes glowing an opaque white.
“Hesbarec Necranon Moritx!” She cried. A black force energy took out a trooper while Loki and Rio’s blaster fire took out the other one. She fell back to the ground and ran with the others. The plan Loki had set up was simple.
She would find Roki and, hopefully, turn him back.
Rio would make a mad break back for the Raptor and have it ready for a fast get-away.
Aliea would run for whatever control room the palace had. There she would work her tech-magic and hack into the systems, uncovering files on Revan and Xinix as she did.
Rio sprinted back into the bazaar while Aliea and Loki Force leapt over the high locked gate. Then they ran. They ran like hell. The red gravel crunched under their boots as they ran for the doors. Loki pressed the Open button, but the doors did not slide open. She pressed it again with no results. This time, she kneeled by the controls. Loki flicked her right wrist and, from a compartment, a blow torch with a cable running into the arm, popped out. She turned it on and fried the controls. They opened through malfunction. The two girls sprinted in. The doors slid shut behind them, nearly catching Aliea’s cloak in them.
4
Luke limped into the cockpit of the Jade Shadow. Mara was surprised to see him up and about. He smiled weakly. His leg’s upper muscle was stiff and achy. It was hard to bend it. This was not an advantage. Hopefully it was not permanent damage. Mara smiled at him.
“Glad to see you up and around, Gimpy,” she said. Luke smiled.
“The feeling is mutual,” he replied. “How far are we from Korixban?”
“We’ll be there in roughly an hour and a half.”
Luke stared out the viewport.
He hoped he’d get there in time.
For Loki’s sake.
5
Aliea split off at a corridor, allowing the Force to guide her. Loki’s footsteps died away as Aliea ran further. She came to a fork and stopped as she heard a steady march. Stormtroopers! Pressing herself against the wall, she calmed herself as the troopers passed by. Aliea used the Force to make herself invisible to them. Once they were passed, she continued her search. She came to a room with the words ‘RESTRICTED ACCESS’ stenciled in red.
“Good a place as any,” she muttered.
The door slid open.
Aliea gasped.
6
Loki ran down another corridor. She paced herself so she didn’t run out of energy and probed the palace with the Force. She came to many blocks, many walls of protection. She figured these were set up by Xinix, Revan, or Roki himself.
Loki came to an area she got an odd vibe from. It was a heavy feeling, smothering her. The Dark Side, she thought. She moved slower now. She soon found that some rooms were full of Sith Artifacts. Revan was definitely a Sith if she surrounded herself with all this junk. Holocrons that showed disturbing images of Sith lore, even murders and sacrifices.
You were once a Sith, a nagging little voice from the back of her mind said, whisper quiet. Loki shook her head. He was really training me to be a Jedi. He gave me Anakin Skywalker’s Holocron, not Darth Vader’s. Vader was just a mask to cover up a broken man, hurt too many times by the Force and abandoned by his loved ones. He was even afraid of it. Loki’s eyes narrowed. I was never a Sith.
She came to a room that made her stop. Loki reached for the controls and opened it.
7
Aliea was met with the sight of thousands of datascreens. Each pulsed a brilliant blue. Some where encoded in a dialect even she could not understand. Odd symbols and shapes abound. Aliea walked in further. The Force bombarded her in all directions, but where it hit strongest, she followed.
She came to a data screen and sat in front of it. The screen read ‘TO ACCESS FILES PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD.’ The other screens all yielded their information without need of passwords. Something was hidden in this one, though. Something important.
“Computer,” Aliea said, clearly. “Access keyboard controls.”
A holographic keyboard appeared before her. Aliea was shocked to see that the keys were palpable. Revan was very rich indeed to afford such technology. She rested her fingers on the keys and began to type rapidly.
The screen flashed.
TO ACCESS FILES PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD.
Aliea scowled.
She sat in silent contemplation for a while. What would Revan use as her password? She thought. Aliea typed a word in the space provided.
LADY IRIS REVAN.
The screen flashed.
ACCESS DENIED PLEASE ENTER CORRECT PASSWORD.
Aliea groaned.
“This is going to be harder than I thought,” she muttered to herself.
8
The room Loki had found was a gigantic ballroom. White linen clothed tables were here and there on the mirrored floor. The ceiling was high, making the room look more like a hangor than anything. There were, on the ceiling, however, huge crystal chandeliers, only three, because of their immense size. Loki looked at the mirrored floor and at the Loki that looked at her.
She was afraid to step on it almost. Afraid it would give way under her feet, like a glistening pond. There was an audible click as her high-heeled boots connected with the glass.
So far, she thought. So good.
9
“Apprentice,” Revan said, looking at the holo before her. The ball room was miniaturized, an even smaller being crossing it, slowly. “We have company, it seemed.”
Darth Veltan stood behind her, looking at the figure in the holo. “Computer, give us a close up of the intruder in Ballroom 77-B.” Revan stated clearly.
The picture magnified itself on the person’s face. Revan’s wealth allowed her to have color holos instead of the regular blue ones. The intruder was a teenage girl. She had ebony hair and iced purple eyes. Lavender was the closest color that came to mind.
Veltan’s eyes narrowed at the image.
Revan smiled.
“What a lovely girl,” she said. “We must introduce ourselves sometime.”
Veltan said nothing. His hand was griping the hilt of his lightsaber still attached to his belt. Revan was beside herself.
“Kill her for me,” she said, giving the command quietly.
“With pleasure,” Veltan growled as he excused himself from his master’s company.
10
Aliea typed in another password.
PRINCE XIZOR.
She was shooting blanks. Worse, after the usual screen message popped up, another one followed it.
UNKNOWN HACKER BE WARNED: IF THE CORRECT PASSWORD IS NOT ENTERED IN THE NEXT THREE ENTERS THE PROPER AUTHORITIES WILL BE NOTIFIED.
Aliea groaned. Then a thought hit her.
Revan thought she was so beautiful and rich besides. Maybe . . .
GORGEOUS IRIS
ACCESS DENIED PLEASE ENTER CORRECT PASSWORD.
Dammit, Aliea thought. Come on, Aliea, think!
LOVELY IRIS.
ACCESS DENIED PLEASE ENTER CORRECT PASSWORD.
Last chance. What clues did the other screens give? You saw Belinda, Revan’s middle name, try that. Belinda . . . Belinda . . .
BEAUTIFUL SNAKE.
The screen was blank for what seemed like so long.
ACCESS APPROVED WELCOME LADY REVAN.
Aliea was able to breathe again. Seven filed opened before her. Their names where in bold. KORIXBAN GENOCIDE. Aliea winced at that. True, the natives of Korixbans were a little unsavory, but genocide? FALEEN EXPENSES AND ECONOMY. That didn’t seem so interesting. Then one, near the bottom, caught her eye. BLACKSUN OPS.
“Blacksun,” Aliea muttered. “Computer, open file Blacksun.”
The file loaded before her.
Aliea gasped.
“Oh crap.”
11
Loki walked to the center of the room. It was deathly quiet. Somehow, she had to find Roki in this place. The task was daunting. Then Loki sensed it. A ripple in the Force.
She realized it was a very dumb idea to be standing underneath the center chandelier.
Loki heard the trademark snap-hiss of a lightsaber and looked up. A blue slash of light and the chandelier was rushing to meet her. Loki jumped out of the way, just before impact. The crash of the one ton lighting fixture cracked the mirrored floor, sending little spider webs all the way to Loki’s toes, over seven feet back. Over the mound of broken crystal, she saw a black robed being drop from the ceiling, landing on his feet and straightening, his blue lightsaber humming at his side.
“Rokion,” she breathed. The boy across from her narrowed his mismatched blue and yellow eyes.
“That name no longer means anything to me, Lokina,” he said, quietly. “I’m no longer your lackey. I am Darth Veltan.”
“That’s ridiculous, Roki,” Loki snarled. “You don’t know how Revan’s tricked you — !”
“I understand how you suppressed me,” he bit back. “How you tried to oppress me, to crush me beneath your heel.” He shook his head, smiling. “You are no longer the stronger twin, Sister.” Loki remembered what Luke had said an eternity ago.
I want you to realize that the time might come for you to be on opposite sides with your brother.
Loki bowed her head.
Veltan watched as her saber flew to her hand, the iced purple blade extending from the hilt. Loki’s eyes met Veltan’s. He smiled.
“So you will show some teeth,” he sneered. Loki said nothing, only held her saber in the en garde position. “Come on then.”
“Don’t make me do this, Roki,” she said. Veltan smiled.
“Don’t make me laugh.”
“Please, don’t make me do this, Rokion, I can not!” She screamed.
“And therein lies your problem. You’re weak.”
Loki charged him. She Force leapt over the broken chandelier and brought her saber down on his. She jumped back after impact and the two circled each other.
“When I left you, I was the weaker twin,” he continued. “My, how things have changed.”
“The Dark Side of the Force is seductive, Veltan,” Loki replied. “It flows easily, always ready to join you in a fight. But, it will just as quickly abandon you, leaving behind only a dead shell and the dreams of what could have been.” Veltan sneered at her.
“Spoken like a true Jedi,” he spat. “Let’s see if you fight just as pathetically.” He lunged at her. He swung his saber high; she parried with her saber horizontal. He brought that stroke down, threatening to slice her up the middle. Loki, graceful as a gazelle, darted to her right, then ducked as Veltan redirected the saber to slash at her from the side.
Coming back up, Loki twirled, her saber a purple ring of light as she did. Veltan blocked and lashed out with his free hand. She brought her forearm up and caught the blow there. Loki backed off, if only for a moment. Veltan was good. The Dark Side was strong in him.
Veltan raised his left hand. Loki saw, all too late, that it was enveloped in electric blue Force Fire. Her eyes did not have time to widen as her brother lashed his arm out towards her.
12
Aliea read the screen before her, eyes moving rapidly.
She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head in shock.
“Computer,” she said, once she found her voice again. “Print file.”
FILE CANNOT BE TRANSFERRED TO PAPER
It made Aliea sick to be mistaken with Revan, even if it was to her benefit.
“Computer, transfer file to disk,” Aliea demanded. Still nothing. Aliea sighed. She’d have to go through the proper key strokes then to begin the transfer. Her fingers moved extremely fast, hitting the glowing blue keys before her.
Finally, the screen flashed FILE TO DISK TRANSFER UNDERWAY.
Aliea pulled the disk from the slot as soon as it was over. She stuck the thin black memory stick from down her bra and left the room at a run.
She hoped that, for once, someone other than teenage boys would be interested in what was bouncing around in her bra.
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Loki was thrown back with the impact of the Force Fire. Roki learned a knew trick, she thought, flying headlong into a table and lay, crumpled on top of the twisted piece of furniture. She got to her feet slowly. Veltan was more powerful than Roki had ever been. He was able to conjure the Fire without any difficulty, as easily as Loki could. The Prophecy, she thought.
It was in this moment of life or death, as Veltan attacked with his saber again and Loki was pushed to the defense, that it all began to make sense.
She was the Rose, this much was painfully obvious. Roki, the Rose’s twin, was the Vine. The Vine would undergo some sort of transformation as the Rose would. The Vine became the Fire Child. The Fire Child was not another person, only another state of mind. The Thorn was some evil entity that was not Roki, but someone else.
Loki leapt back and away from Veltan, just as his saber was to come down and slice her from head to toe. Her saber blade shot back inside her hilt and she clipped it to her belt.
“Come at me, Veltan!” She yelled. “Come, now it is your time to show some teeth!”
Veltan glared at her.
“You will regret that,” he snarled. Loki raised her fists, smirking.
“I’m sure I will,” she snapped back. “Fight me, Veltan. One on one. Fist to fist. Or are you terrified the Force will leave you and you will lose to the stronger twin?” Veltan’s eyes widened then narrowed.
He charged her, sheathing his saber as he ran. Loki saw his eyes flood a violent blue and she raised her hands, palm out towards him. Veltan hit an invisible wall four feet from Loki. purple lightning spider-webbed across it as he impacted. That same lightning shocked the dark apprentice. Veltan sat up, ran the side of his hand over his bloodied bottom lip and stood.
He raised his own hands and threw several blue fireballs at his sister. Loki blocked each with her hands, themselves engulfed in purple fire. Veltan threw his arm back, building up energy in the limb.
“I’ll show you the stronger twin,” he snarled. Darth Veltan thrust his hand forward. A pillar of blue fire raced at Loki.
She was ready for it this time.
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Lady Revan was to the point of pulling her own hair out. The Jedi were fairing better than she had expected. Vader’s apprentice was winning in every respect. Her own apprentice was not fairing as well. His sister matched him blow for blow, even with the Dark Side in his belt. She also had reason to believe that one of Meridean’s little friends had stolen restricted files from her database.
The door opened behind her.
“This is taking far too long, Mother,” Xinix said. “The boy is pitiful! He can’t even destroy her. The Prophecy must be wrong about them both.”
“No!” Revan snapped. “The Prophecy can’t be wrong! It the Meridean girl is the Rose Queen, then the Meridean boy must be the Vine.”
“What about the other two?” Xinix asked. “The Fire Child and the Thorn Prince?”
“Who cares?!” Revan half shrieked. “The Fire Child may save or damn the Rose. It’s safer to just keep him out of the equation. As to the Thorn,” Revan’s lips shone with a black smile, “that is you, my son. The Thorn will kill the Rose, once and for all. The Vine was just to wear the girl down. The final glory is yours.”
Xinix smiled as well. Finally, he thought. My ultimate revenge on Meridean.
The hologram flashed. Revan’s head snapped back to it.
“It seems,” she said slowly, “that you will not have to kill her.”
Xinix looked at the screen. A cloud of smoke encircled the place where the girl once stood. The boy stood near, hands smoking as well. He scowled. He had wanted to ruin her.
At least, he thought. She is finally dead.
“Impossible! That little whore!” Revan shrieked suddenly. “Son! Go finish them both!”
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Loki stood, very much alive, surrounded by a glowing purple force shield. Veltan grit his teeth. Loki smirked. Her eyes flooded a violent purple.
“Please don’t make me destroy you, Rokion,” she whispered. Determined, she screamed, “SOULSELF!”
Veltan’s eyes widened and he raised his arms in an X to defend himself. It was no use, however. He fell to his knees as Loki stood in serenity. Her hair had grown in the past few days without him and it swirled around her face.
Veltan clapped his hands to the side of his face.
“Get out of me, Lokina,” he snarled. “This is not a game anymore.”
No, Roki. I will not leave you. Not until you admit to me what has happened. What made you turn? Was it not enough to know the power in you would one day surface? Or did you, like a spoiled child, want it now?
“Stop patronizing me, Lokina,” Veltan said. “I’m of the Dark Side now. I’m stronger than I’d ever have been under Skywalker’s tutelage.”
That’s not true.
“Shut up,” Veltan demanded. “Just shut up, you evil, you spoiled rotten brat! We are Palpatine’s children! We deserve to be powerful! Can’t you see that?!”
That’s s**t, Veltan, and you know that. The real you despised our father. Rokion, I know that somewhere in here, you lay dormant. Live again, not as the Vine, but as the Fire Child.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” He screamed.
Loki’s Soulself was shot from his body and reentered Loki herself.
He had come to close from allowing her false words to entice him back to the Light Side. A small portion of Roki reawakened in Veltan. He wanted to rejoin his sister.
No, this was his destiny. His last hope of finally crawling out of his sister’s shadow.
Loki uncliped her saber from her belt and held it at length in her palm, the hilt dormant and calm. Veltan tensed ready for the attack.
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The Jade Shadow landed on Korixban. Mara and Luke were out and running for the palace at the base of the volcano. Luke couldn’t keep the feeling of dread out of his stomach as he ran. They passed two teenagers that called out to them in surprise.
“Luke! Mara!” Rio yelled, jogging up to them. Aliea was next to him, breathing heavily.
“Where’s Loki?” Luke asked.
“She’s in the palace,” Aliea gasped. She pulled a thin disk from inside her robes. “Revan . . . planing something . . . Loki’s . . . in danger.”
Luke sprinted off again. Mara became level with him, Rio on her heels and Aliea on his.
They came to the gate and were faced with two troopers. They exchanged glances before drawing their sabers. After a brief struggle, they ran into the palace.
Luke felt Loki’s cry in the Force.
She was hurt.
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“What are you doing?” Veltan asked, in a hushed whisper. Loki had thrown her saber to him, it sliding to his feet across the ruined mirrored floor.
“You want to kill me,” she said, evenly. “Do it. If it is your destiny to kill me, then it is my destiny to die.” Veltan struggled within himself.
He looked at her.
Her right shoulder, where the flesh was real, was bleeding, weeping blood freely. He felt his own face burn. Raising a hand to his cheek, he felt an open gash.
Loki closed her eyes.
“So The Prophecy foresees, so it will come to be.”
Crippling pain hit her, but it was not from Veltan. It was from herself.
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Luke, Mara, Rio, and Aliea turned a corner, the corner Loki took by herself. The Dark Side was thick here. They kept going, kept moving, every few steps calling for Loki.
It was then that Luke recognized the third Dark Force presence.
“Xinix,” he breathed.
He heard Loki scream for perhaps the second time, this time it was out loud.
“This way!” Rio yelled, heading down a flight of stairs. They came to a corridor.
Loki was in a ballroom.
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Loki fell to her knees. Veltan was frozen in front of her. She bit back a scream. It came out as a high-pitched screech. Blood trickled down from her shoulder blades.
Veltan heard the sound of ripping flesh, rubbery and gut-wrenching.
The back of Loki’s robes exploded with two white appendages. Veltan was breathless for a long while. Loki stood. From her back, two white feathered wings with a wingspan of about eight feet. Like angel wings, the were attatched to her shoulder blades, capable of flight . . .
“Oh, Loki,” Veltan breathed, barely audible, tears running down his face. “They’re beautiful.” Loki said nothing, looking shocked by the pain of the transformation. “Your Metamorphosis. You went through Lillabeth’s Meta!”
“Kill me, Veltan,” she said, through gritted teeth.
“W-what?” He said. Suddenly, Veltan didn’t feel very evil. The sight of his sister in so much pain meant nothing to him. It wasn’t something he relished, like he thought he would. It was wrong. It would be wrong to kill beautiful, angelic Lokina . . .
“Kill me!” She said. “Fulfill The Prophecy.” Loki’s mind set was that life was nothing if it meant having to fight your own flesh and blood. Death was better than raising a saber to Roki, even if he was evil. “Do it, Veltan!” She swallowed, tears in her eyes. “It is your destiny.”
Veltan lifted the lightsaber as if it were the heaviest thing in the galaxy.
Loki spread her wings and arms out to her sides. Her face was tilted to the sky.
“I loved you, Roki,” she whispered. “I’ll always love you.”
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Veltan closed his eyes and raised his saber.
He was going to kill Loki.
Could he kill his sister?
Now that it was time, could he really do it?
He would never know because Veltan was thrown to the side, landing on one of the tables as Loki had when they first began fighting. Veltan blinked. Xinix was approaching his sister, cherry red saber drawn and ready.
The door opened. Luke, Mara, Rio, and Aliea were there.
His head snapped back to where Xinix and Loki stood, face to face. Xinix pulled his saber back . . .
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It was exactly like his dream. Veltan vs Lillabeth over a frozen lake, only the lake was a mirrored floor. Luke realized what The Prophecy meant now. Loki would fight her brother until he was no longer the Vine, but the Fire Child. The Thorn Prince, Xinix, would deliver the final blow. But Luke was the entity, the fail safe to make sure the Rose Queen stayed safe.
Or rather he was the second. His father was the first.
Xinix pulled his saber back, ready to impale Loki.
“Loki, NO!” He screamed, running for them both.
His yell almost sounded like it was layered with another voice . . .
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Roki, the Fire Child, screamed her name the exact same moment Luke did. He got up, pulled his saber and ran for Xinix. It was too late. Xinix rammed his saber forward. Loki’s eyes opened with the impact. The red saber protruded from her back. She saw that Xinix was smirking, holding the saber that killed her, not her brother. It had gone so wrong. Blood dribbled from her mouth. Xinix pulled the saber out, Loki’s body jerking forward with the action.
“Bye-bye, birdie,” he taunted as Loki fell forward, her hands grabbing for him, trying to stay on her feet. Xinix kicked her off. He heard a yell and turned just in time to see an electric blue saber coming at his face. It was held by Roki Meridean. Another one, green this time, also came at him. Xinix Blacksun, the Thorn Prince, vs Luke Skywalker, the Guardian Angel, and Rokion Meridean, the Fire Child.
“b*****d!” Luke snarled. Xinix blocked his blows. He swung around, blocking Roki’s as well. “You won’t get away with this.” Xinix smiled.
“Already have,” he said. “She’s as good as dead now. How does it feel, Meridean? To be the reason for your own sister’s death? Weren’t you supposed to protect her, Skywalker?”
He was thrown back by a blast of blue Force Fire. Just far enough to be by the farthest door. Mara kneeled by Loki’s form. She could feel her Life Force draining out. The room shook. A comm. unit in Xinix’s ear sounded.
“Xinix,” it buzzed. Revan’s voice. “Get out of there. The Palace is collapsing.” Xinix smirked and saluted the two Jedi, before turning tail and leaving.
“Luke, we have to get away! Now!” Aliea yelled.
Luke ran towards the others, stooping for a moment to lift Loki’s body. She didn’t make a noise of protest.
The four of them ran out.
When they reached the gates, something awe inspiring happened.
It was then they knew the horrible truth.
Lokina Bloodfire Meridean was dead.
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Lady Revan waited for her son to come to the Y wing she was planing on piloting off planet, to Faleen. Xinix ran into the hangor, blood spattered and beside himself.
He got in. Amusement radiated off him.
“She’s dead then?” Revan asked, as they entered the atmosphere.
“Oh yes,” he said, in ecstasy. “No one, not even the Rose Queen, could’ve survived a lightsaber through the chest. Now, she really is an angel.”
Revan smiled.
“Good, now we can proceed with the second faze of out little plan,” she said. “With no obstacles.” Xinix nodded. Revan looked him up and down. “For Force sake, you little fool. Don’t you know how to kill someone without getting filthy?”
Xinix looked subdued.
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Korixban was a horribly dry, dead planet. It was hell itself, only behind Mustafar.
But today was different. As Luke walked out of the palace and into the bazaar, the volcano gave off a plume of smoke, that rose into the upper atmosphere and caused an anomaly.
It rained.
The rain soaked all of them.
It seemed like the population was too amazed at the rain to notice the Jedi, one of them carrying the body of a girl with angelic wings. Aliea looked up into the ran clouds. She heard the palace behind them collapse in on itself because of the eruption. The small victory of her attaining the information she had, now back in her bra and safe from the rain, was drowned by the sorrow of her friend’s passing. Roki sobbed softly. No one blamed him.
In the end, he was there to protect his sister. His sister’s body. He made a sacrifice. It was unforseen yet, whether the others would accept him back. Rio was very skeptical of him.
“It’s as if even the heavens mourn her passing,” Luke said to Mara. Mara nodded. Tears mingled with ran on both of their faces.
Angsty? you bet your a**
 Omni.
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