NationStates Jolt Archive

Falling down.... Falling, falling towards the ground below.... *SPLASH!!!!* water.... tumbling....

*Flash back*
They were fighting amungst a cliff. One where it's edge was over a river of rapid water. Lightsabers clashed, one red, one white. The one with the white blade steped back wards and grinned at his opponent, the one with the red blade. He was enjoying this.

The one with the red blade switched off his lightsaber and put it away. The one with the white did the same. The red blade man, lifted both of his hands and shot electricity.

The one with the white blade held his hands up as if to defend himself from a punch in the face, and took the electricity. He was sent about 20 feet backwards, fighting the awsome power of the dark side. He slowly stopped at the very edge of the cliff and quickily peered down. That, he figured, was his way out.

"You will never win," shouted the dark one.

"Oh but I will," said the man in brown robes. They held there for a long time, the enemy's hands flowing electricity into his hands, and his hands absorbing it into a round sphere.

They stood there for a few moments, and both of them grew tired. Something, however, began to grow in the man with the brown robes. The one who wielded a white blade. His fear began to rise. Then, came his anger.... And hatred. He glared menecingly at his opponent who suddenly became frightened at the sudden change of mode in the brown robed man.

A force emerged between them. A srong, pushing force. A quick flashing light, and the two were sent flying in opposit directions. The white bladed man fell off, deep into the cliffs and rushing water below. The other, the dark one, was sent backwards into a nearby group of rocks. His back broke. He slowly slid down the rock he hit, and watched as the brown robed man flew off and went downwards. The dark one's eyes closed, and was engulfed in darkness.

The man floated in water for quite some time. Just drifting with the current which quickly became a slow, smooth one. His mind was blank. His body floated, and floated. He slowly regained conciousness. He awoke to find himself in the water, cold and wet. No matter, he thought to himself. He began to tread to shore. He was weak from the previous event.... What was that event? He thought to himself, whre, and who am I for that matter? It appeared that he lost some memory of his past. But that will recover quickly over time. Old force techniques learned long ago.

From whom, did I learn them? he wondered to himself. The man slowly, painfully got up. His robes were ragged, ripped and torn. He slowly walked out of the water, and colapsed onto the muddy shore. His mind went blank again.......

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He woke up a week later in a room. He had no idea where he was.

"Ah, so the Dark Lord awakes."

"Who?" The man was confused by the other's comment. The Other wore armor. His suit resembled what appeared to be a Royal Guard. Except this one had black armor, cloak, and helmet and a red visor rather than the traditional red armor, cloak, and helmet. He, the man, figured that the other was a member of the planet's royal guard.

"You. You're that Dark Lord ain't ya? Darth.... Deshoonde right?"

"Yes.... Yes, thats right," The man quickly thought to himself, that can't be right.... It sounds familiar, a part of my past.... But I don't know if it's me.

"Oh, trust me. It's you all right."

The man was shocked. He looked up at the guard with wonder, "you can read minds?"

"Of course. You trained me. Remember?"

".....Yes.... I think so. Where am I?"

"Quapital, along side the..."

"Lorita. Ah yes I remember. What happened? Who one?"

"The rebel scum won. They landed on the planet and captured the capital city and all the surrounding ones."

The man nodded, those are the events he remembered. His past was coming back to him. His darker past. The man looked up at the guard, and asked "where's your staff? The one you use to block people?"

"Oh, over there by the window.... Why?" The staff was suddenly lifted and sent hurtling towards the guards throat, "What the F---" too late. The staff went through the guards throat and the man stood up.

"Why? Because you need to be killed," the man watched as the Guard's life was drained from him. Afterwards, the man pulled off the guards cloak and armor and used it for himself. He, the man, knew what to do now. He was ready to resume his role. I am Darth Deshoonde, he thought to himself, Dark Lord of the Kirtir, second in command of the Empire. I'm back.

Deshoonde slowly strolled out of the door, taking one last look at the guard who saved him. Deshoonde looked out and into the hallway, both directions, and made a turn which lead him to what appeared to be an emergency base. It had a landing platform, which was good. Means ships can leave the system. However..... His senses tell him that there are fleets above the planet preventing hyperdrive jumps. How did he know this? He was unsure himself.

Deshoonde slowly walked along and noticed that a lot of people were stairing at him. As though he returned from the dead. He talked to some of them, they recognized his voice but they couldn't place his face.

Deshoonde found this very strainge. However, he shrugged that feeling off, and continued onward towards the landing platform. He found a shuttle there, one which he was unfamiliar with. It looked like the classic Setinel Shuttles the Galactic Empire uses, but it also had a hint of a Lambda shuttle as well. Deshoonde shrugged his sholders again, and walked onwards. Deshoonde soon found himself inside the cockpit of the shuttle and punched in a few buttons. The ship lit up, and he noticed another button. One which wasn't offered on the lambda or setinel shuttles. This one looked like a cloaking button.

Deshoonde pushed it enabling him to cloak as his shuttle lifted up and into the air, avoiding the enemy fleets.... Or were they ally? He could no longer tell since he was still recovering most of his memory as it is. He found the shuttle easy to pilot, even with the cloaking device on. He punched in the coordinates to a place where he knew he needed to go to, he just forgot the name. However, he couldn't jump to hyperspace. The other fleet had FTLi drives activated. No matter. They couldn't detect him, so all he had to do was to wait to clear the field and then he could repunch in the coordinates. He had all the time in the world to get what he needed to get done.