'Losing the Force' (2/3) - 4 Prompts
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puzzlepromptsTitle: Losing the Force (Part 2 of 3)
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wicked_jester
Fandom/Universe: Star Wars
Characters: Kylo Ren, Rey, Luke Skywalker, The Knights of Ren, Yoda (Force Ghost)
Rating: G (subject to change)
Length: 1,095
Summary: While training as Luke Skywalker's apprentice, Rey is haunted by dreams of Kylo Ren. She turns to her master, and learns the truth about his exile: the discovery of a relic that enables its wielder to steal energy, rendering a Force user powerless. As Kylo and his Knights of Ren close in on their objective to destroy the last Jedi, the time to invoke this ancient power becomes imminent.
Prompts: amphibious, crunch, looking back on the past, dancing.
Chapter II: The Force is My Ally
“Are you certain it will work?” asked Rey with rising anxiety after a moment longer of watching the enemy vessel make its rapid descent upon them.
Vaguely, she wished that Luke had been more forthcoming and inclusive about the artifacts he had recovered during his journeys. He had surely sensed her curiosity, but the man whom she had once considered a myth retained a shroud of mystery about him. She felt a bite of resentment and not for the first time.
If Luke noticed her darkening spirit, he gave no sign. “I must believe that it will, for the fate of the entire galaxy may rest on it.” His one flesh-and-blood hand remained hidden within the deep pocket that held the unremarkable-seeming relic.
Rey found herself being flooded then by emotions that were not her own. “I sense great anger in him,” she breathed, barely able to get out the words. “And desperation.” The feelings coursed through her as energy passing through the bond she inadvertently shared with Kylo Ren.
“The most perilous combination,” said Luke gravely. “I had hoped – perhaps against my better judgment – that it would not come to this.”
The ship – discernible now as a transport shuttle, made a sweeping pass over the island, its beams tilted downward, before making a wide circle above the sea and then heading back. Rey wondered why it hadn’t simply landed, as she and her master were standing out in the open to receive whomever it was onboard.
Shocking realization seemed to strike her and Luke at the same instant. “Run! Take cover!” he warned suddenly, but Rey was already in full flight. They raced from the cliff’s edge and were thrown to the ground by the explosion behind them. Peering over her shoulder, she saw that the spot where they’d been standing was scarred and smoking, a crater.
She was on her feet again at once, although terribly shaken, and helped the Jedi Master off the ground. The ship had flown out toward the sea again, and she watched with helpless despair as it circled back for another attack. “Come on!” she urged Luke, but he wasn’t moving. There was a strange light of determination in his normally calm gaze.
“Go,” he insisted, stunning her. There was a firmness in his voice that would tolerate no dispute.
Rey felt a sudden dampness sting her eyes, but she went, not daring to look behind. Whatever irritation she had felt for him earlier dissipated into grief as she heard and felt the rattle of a second explosion behind her. But she ran on, down a grassy hill that opened into a dark grove of trees, her vision badly blurred by the tears that now streamed freely down her face.
She reached the mouth of a cave, concealed behind a waterfall whose musical clamor would not be sufficient to mitigate the blasts of an aerial attack. The explosions went on, pummeling the island without mercy. Hoping that this would not mean the worst but most likely outcome, she drew out and ignited her lightsaber, entering the depths of the cavern.
The dark tunnels were colored blue by the glow of her blade, shadows dancing and fleeing from the unwelcome intrusion of light. Rey had been here before, seeking a quiet place to meditate and feel the Force flowing through and all around her. Now it was nothing but cold necessity that had driven her back; she kept moving through its winding passages, uncertain of what should be done.
The tunnel she followed opened into a wide cavernous space, its high ceiling spiked with stalactites that dripped moisture onto the glistening floor. A serene lake ran the length of this chamber, its surface a perfect mirror that could be mistaken as solid ground. Not knowing what else to do, Rey fell to a kneeling position at the edge of its still waters, and began meditating for calmness and clarity.
“Judge me by my size, do you?” said a faraway voice from a distant memory. “You should not.”
Luke Skywalker dove out of range as the enemy ship made another pass, this time blasting apart one of the hut-shaped dwellings, scattering charred fragments of debris in every direction. In spite of the deafening explosions all around, it seemed that he could hear the faint but clear voice of his former master inside his head.
“Feel the Force surrounding you. Between the land and ship.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. An hour. An indeterminate length of time. Suddenly, they flashed open again, calm yet ablaze with truth and comprehension. For wisdom resided in the past through experience; he had once lifted a ship from the water, and from this, he knew that the reverse must also be possible.
Luke seized the attacking vessel in the air as it circled back toward the island. Allied with the Force, he grasped the broad and powerful mechanical structure high above him, holding it in place over the sea and causing the engines to crunch to a destructive halt. Briefly sensing the reeling panic and bewilderment from those onboard, he flung the entire ship downward, watching it disappear into the churning dark waters below.
The monumental task had cost the Jedi much of his strength; still, he knew that he had merely delayed and not prevented the imminent confrontation with Kylo Ren. With a great weariness, he staggered toward the edge of the cliff, peering outward at the crash site. The darkness of night was beginning to fade, the pale light of dawn painting the ocean surface with a golden tinge.
Luke turned his gaze now to the coast, sensing the approach of an amphibious craft before it revealed itself. Deployed from the shuttle that had most certainly sunk to the bottom of the sea as nothing more than useless scrap iron, the comparatively small and sleek vessel appeared among the lapping waves along the shore, breaking the surface with a burst of foam.
One by one, the Knights of Ren exited the water-traversing ship: seven warriors were they, fitted with baleful steel armor that recalled the shadowy memory of Darth Vader, each equipped with weaponry that varied in size and brutality. The knights formed two opposite ranks on the beach, each falling to one knee as the eighth, and final, passenger emerged into full view: a tall and dark masked figure that loomed over the others.
Atop the cliffs overlooking the spectacle, Luke drew and ignited his lightsaber, its blade a beam of green-tinted energy, poised for battle.
Author:
wicked_jesterFandom/Universe: Star Wars
Characters: Kylo Ren, Rey, Luke Skywalker, The Knights of Ren, Yoda (Force Ghost)
Rating: G (subject to change)
Length: 1,095
Summary: While training as Luke Skywalker's apprentice, Rey is haunted by dreams of Kylo Ren. She turns to her master, and learns the truth about his exile: the discovery of a relic that enables its wielder to steal energy, rendering a Force user powerless. As Kylo and his Knights of Ren close in on their objective to destroy the last Jedi, the time to invoke this ancient power becomes imminent.
Prompts: amphibious, crunch, looking back on the past, dancing.
“Are you certain it will work?” asked Rey with rising anxiety after a moment longer of watching the enemy vessel make its rapid descent upon them.
Vaguely, she wished that Luke had been more forthcoming and inclusive about the artifacts he had recovered during his journeys. He had surely sensed her curiosity, but the man whom she had once considered a myth retained a shroud of mystery about him. She felt a bite of resentment and not for the first time.
If Luke noticed her darkening spirit, he gave no sign. “I must believe that it will, for the fate of the entire galaxy may rest on it.” His one flesh-and-blood hand remained hidden within the deep pocket that held the unremarkable-seeming relic.
Rey found herself being flooded then by emotions that were not her own. “I sense great anger in him,” she breathed, barely able to get out the words. “And desperation.” The feelings coursed through her as energy passing through the bond she inadvertently shared with Kylo Ren.
“The most perilous combination,” said Luke gravely. “I had hoped – perhaps against my better judgment – that it would not come to this.”
The ship – discernible now as a transport shuttle, made a sweeping pass over the island, its beams tilted downward, before making a wide circle above the sea and then heading back. Rey wondered why it hadn’t simply landed, as she and her master were standing out in the open to receive whomever it was onboard.
Shocking realization seemed to strike her and Luke at the same instant. “Run! Take cover!” he warned suddenly, but Rey was already in full flight. They raced from the cliff’s edge and were thrown to the ground by the explosion behind them. Peering over her shoulder, she saw that the spot where they’d been standing was scarred and smoking, a crater.
She was on her feet again at once, although terribly shaken, and helped the Jedi Master off the ground. The ship had flown out toward the sea again, and she watched with helpless despair as it circled back for another attack. “Come on!” she urged Luke, but he wasn’t moving. There was a strange light of determination in his normally calm gaze.
“Go,” he insisted, stunning her. There was a firmness in his voice that would tolerate no dispute.
Rey felt a sudden dampness sting her eyes, but she went, not daring to look behind. Whatever irritation she had felt for him earlier dissipated into grief as she heard and felt the rattle of a second explosion behind her. But she ran on, down a grassy hill that opened into a dark grove of trees, her vision badly blurred by the tears that now streamed freely down her face.
She reached the mouth of a cave, concealed behind a waterfall whose musical clamor would not be sufficient to mitigate the blasts of an aerial attack. The explosions went on, pummeling the island without mercy. Hoping that this would not mean the worst but most likely outcome, she drew out and ignited her lightsaber, entering the depths of the cavern.
The dark tunnels were colored blue by the glow of her blade, shadows dancing and fleeing from the unwelcome intrusion of light. Rey had been here before, seeking a quiet place to meditate and feel the Force flowing through and all around her. Now it was nothing but cold necessity that had driven her back; she kept moving through its winding passages, uncertain of what should be done.
The tunnel she followed opened into a wide cavernous space, its high ceiling spiked with stalactites that dripped moisture onto the glistening floor. A serene lake ran the length of this chamber, its surface a perfect mirror that could be mistaken as solid ground. Not knowing what else to do, Rey fell to a kneeling position at the edge of its still waters, and began meditating for calmness and clarity.
“Judge me by my size, do you?” said a faraway voice from a distant memory. “You should not.”
Luke Skywalker dove out of range as the enemy ship made another pass, this time blasting apart one of the hut-shaped dwellings, scattering charred fragments of debris in every direction. In spite of the deafening explosions all around, it seemed that he could hear the faint but clear voice of his former master inside his head.
“Feel the Force surrounding you. Between the land and ship.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. An hour. An indeterminate length of time. Suddenly, they flashed open again, calm yet ablaze with truth and comprehension. For wisdom resided in the past through experience; he had once lifted a ship from the water, and from this, he knew that the reverse must also be possible.
Luke seized the attacking vessel in the air as it circled back toward the island. Allied with the Force, he grasped the broad and powerful mechanical structure high above him, holding it in place over the sea and causing the engines to crunch to a destructive halt. Briefly sensing the reeling panic and bewilderment from those onboard, he flung the entire ship downward, watching it disappear into the churning dark waters below.
The monumental task had cost the Jedi much of his strength; still, he knew that he had merely delayed and not prevented the imminent confrontation with Kylo Ren. With a great weariness, he staggered toward the edge of the cliff, peering outward at the crash site. The darkness of night was beginning to fade, the pale light of dawn painting the ocean surface with a golden tinge.
Luke turned his gaze now to the coast, sensing the approach of an amphibious craft before it revealed itself. Deployed from the shuttle that had most certainly sunk to the bottom of the sea as nothing more than useless scrap iron, the comparatively small and sleek vessel appeared among the lapping waves along the shore, breaking the surface with a burst of foam.
One by one, the Knights of Ren exited the water-traversing ship: seven warriors were they, fitted with baleful steel armor that recalled the shadowy memory of Darth Vader, each equipped with weaponry that varied in size and brutality. The knights formed two opposite ranks on the beach, each falling to one knee as the eighth, and final, passenger emerged into full view: a tall and dark masked figure that loomed over the others.
Atop the cliffs overlooking the spectacle, Luke drew and ignited his lightsaber, its blade a beam of green-tinted energy, poised for battle.
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Date: 2016-07-02 04:19 pm (UTC)I consider it a great compliment that you didn't notice the prompts! I didn't use very many this time, and tried to fit them in as naturally as I could, so I'm happy to hear that they didn't stand out much. :D
Oooo I hope Luke survives the last part but "I have a bad feeling about this" -- I can only hope that Kylo and Rey find their way to one another and Twu Wuv conquers all.
I'll use warnings if Kylo does anything overly naughty, not to worry. ;)