'Losing the Force' (3/?) - 4 Prompts
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puzzlepromptsTitle: Losing the Force (Part 3 of ?)
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wicked_jester
Fandom/Universe: Star Wars
Characters: Kylo Ren, Rey, Luke Skywalker, Knights of Ren
Rating: Teen (Violence)
Length: 1,163
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: Telepathy, Moon, Work/Personal Life Conflict, Metal.
Chapter III: Confrontation on Ahch-To
Luke Skywalker held his position as the Knights of Ren came for him.
Day was breaking; the moon and stars faded as the sun emerged. The air was clouded with haze from the smoke and dust from the firings that had battered the once-peaceful island. The fight had been brought to the ground, yet prospects remained dire and desperate for the lone Jedi. He was weary, so weary – the enormous cost of energy it had taken to pull the shuttle from its stronghold in the sky and plunge it into the depths of the sea had nearly spelled his own ruin.
The seven warriors ascended the winding path, headed by their shadowy master whose face was concealed by a glinting steel mask. Kylo Ren, hooded and swathed in layers of black cloth and leather, was a strange sight to behold in the warm glow of morning on Ahch-To, appearing to have no belonging in such a green, lush world filled with light. Luke remembered the young, troubled boy who had once been his apprentice – flush with potential, but also with fear – now fallen to the temptation of the dark side.
“So long have you hidden yourself from me,” remarked Kylo softly, his speech a sinister growl through the filter of his mask, “one might begin to think you are a coward, Luke Skywalker.” The crimson blade of his lightsaber crackled and hissed as though on the verge of combusting, a projection of his inner volatility.
“Yet you hide yourself even now,” retorted Luke evenly, though very strained. “You have always been afraid, Ben. It pains me to see that has not changed.”
Kylo Ren made no answer, and a long silence passed before he reached up to unlatch and remove the helmet from his head. Luke was struck then by how lost and despondent the boy – now turned man – truly was beneath that menacing surface. The pale features, framed with dark hair now grown to the shoulders, were set into a mask of hatred. Yet the eyes held a profound sorrow from some grief that went unmourned. The vicious cut that Rey had scored into his face had healed into a deep, furrowing line that ran from brow to jaw, only narrowly missing the eye in its crooked path.
Sparks flew in a dazzling flurry as their lightsabers collided, vibrant green meeting yellow-tinged red. It was with pity and regret that Luke made reluctant battle with his nephew. His efforts to reach for the Force were met with resistance and failure, so exhausted were his powers from countering the air strikes. His lightsaber was now his one means of defense against the foes that greatly outnumbered him, or so it would seem.
Brilliant flashes of light exploded between the Jedi Master and his former apprentice as the duel quickly intensified, the Knights of Ren following in close succession with weapons readied. Luke was backed toward the edge of the cliffs as Kylo overpowered and dominated with ease, unleashing a barrage of crushing blows and spinning slash attacks that were scarcely blocked in time. It was with a great downward cleave that Kylo finally knocked his old master onto the ground, holding Luke captive now with his unstable blade poised beneath the gray-bearded chin. From that triumphant position, he stopped to consider his fallen enemy.
“What you did to my ship was... impressive,” confessed Kylo with an undercurrent of sincere wonder in his voice, tilting his head slightly, as his men fanned out into a single offensive line behind him. “But it was foolish of you to overtax yourself with such a grand maneuver. You have left yourself weakened, defeated.”
Kylo ceremoniously raised his weapon above his head. There, it seemed to linger for an overlong moment. Luke could sense the conflict within him: a desperate need to prove himself to his dark side master clashing with something that might have resembled sentiment once. And then the spell passed.
“The line of Jedi has come to an end,” sneered Kylo; but without a trace of genuine pleasure, the gloating effect was lost. “It is over, Skywalker.”
“Not... yet...”
The secret power of the relic, nestled within his palm against the hilt of his lightsaber, was activated then with a startling blast of light that sent Kylo Ren staggering backward with a shouted curse. Stolen energy flowed from the dark sider and funneled into his would-be victim, the beam forming a highly visible bridge of moving currents between the two adversaries. As Kylo fell back from the battle, dazed and winded, Luke was off the ground and pursuing his formerly stronger opponent with renewed vigor.
Kylo Ren had dropped to his knees with a look of astonishment on his face, lightsaber branding fiery marks into the ground as it briefly grazed it. It was at that moment when all of the knights lunged forward at once to defend their master. Their sudden attack cut short the vampiric effect of the mysterious artifact, interrupting the stream of radiant light as it was deactivated; but the partial taking of the Force from his enemy had bought another chance for Luke, when all hope for victory had seemed lost.
As he confronted the Knights of Ren, a voice slithered into his thoughts. What have you done, it demanded furiously, yet it sounded weak and distant. Rage that bordered on hysteria poured from Kylo Ren, however, and Luke had no doubt to whom the much diminished voice belonged.
His lightsaber came down upon the armored shoulder of one knight who had lunged recklessly at him with an axe; the blade sliced easily through the metal, severing arm from body and cauterizing the wound in an instant. One forward thrust and the saber was plunged into the steel-plated chest, its tip exiting through the back; as the weapon was wrenched free, the man fell dead. Another advancing knight was pushed high into the air with a gesture of his hand, tumbling over the cliffs with a scream that was silenced on the jagged rocks below.
It should have felt like retribution for the loss of his students long ago, but such meaningless death gave Luke no satisfaction. It was purely in the interest of self-preservation that he now faced his enemies and destroyed them without passion. Imbued with a new surge of energy, he met the remaining five warriors in lightning-quick combat that tore across the hilly terrain of the island in a relentless pursuit, their overzealous efforts proving to be little match for the Jedi as severed limbs and lifeless bodies dropped to the ground one by one.
Amid the chaos and stench of burning flesh, Luke had been keenly aware of Kylo Ren abandoning the very fight that he had journeyed from so far to instigate, stalking off to vanish into the shadow of the mountains.
Rey, thought Luke with dismay; he stayed forcibly locked in deadly combat with the remaining Knights of Ren, unable to intervene.
Author:
wicked_jesterFandom/Universe: Star Wars
Characters: Kylo Ren, Rey, Luke Skywalker, Knights of Ren
Rating: Teen (Violence)
Length: 1,163
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: Telepathy, Moon, Work/Personal Life Conflict, Metal.
Luke Skywalker held his position as the Knights of Ren came for him.
Day was breaking; the moon and stars faded as the sun emerged. The air was clouded with haze from the smoke and dust from the firings that had battered the once-peaceful island. The fight had been brought to the ground, yet prospects remained dire and desperate for the lone Jedi. He was weary, so weary – the enormous cost of energy it had taken to pull the shuttle from its stronghold in the sky and plunge it into the depths of the sea had nearly spelled his own ruin.
The seven warriors ascended the winding path, headed by their shadowy master whose face was concealed by a glinting steel mask. Kylo Ren, hooded and swathed in layers of black cloth and leather, was a strange sight to behold in the warm glow of morning on Ahch-To, appearing to have no belonging in such a green, lush world filled with light. Luke remembered the young, troubled boy who had once been his apprentice – flush with potential, but also with fear – now fallen to the temptation of the dark side.
“So long have you hidden yourself from me,” remarked Kylo softly, his speech a sinister growl through the filter of his mask, “one might begin to think you are a coward, Luke Skywalker.” The crimson blade of his lightsaber crackled and hissed as though on the verge of combusting, a projection of his inner volatility.
“Yet you hide yourself even now,” retorted Luke evenly, though very strained. “You have always been afraid, Ben. It pains me to see that has not changed.”
Kylo Ren made no answer, and a long silence passed before he reached up to unlatch and remove the helmet from his head. Luke was struck then by how lost and despondent the boy – now turned man – truly was beneath that menacing surface. The pale features, framed with dark hair now grown to the shoulders, were set into a mask of hatred. Yet the eyes held a profound sorrow from some grief that went unmourned. The vicious cut that Rey had scored into his face had healed into a deep, furrowing line that ran from brow to jaw, only narrowly missing the eye in its crooked path.
Sparks flew in a dazzling flurry as their lightsabers collided, vibrant green meeting yellow-tinged red. It was with pity and regret that Luke made reluctant battle with his nephew. His efforts to reach for the Force were met with resistance and failure, so exhausted were his powers from countering the air strikes. His lightsaber was now his one means of defense against the foes that greatly outnumbered him, or so it would seem.
Brilliant flashes of light exploded between the Jedi Master and his former apprentice as the duel quickly intensified, the Knights of Ren following in close succession with weapons readied. Luke was backed toward the edge of the cliffs as Kylo overpowered and dominated with ease, unleashing a barrage of crushing blows and spinning slash attacks that were scarcely blocked in time. It was with a great downward cleave that Kylo finally knocked his old master onto the ground, holding Luke captive now with his unstable blade poised beneath the gray-bearded chin. From that triumphant position, he stopped to consider his fallen enemy.
“What you did to my ship was... impressive,” confessed Kylo with an undercurrent of sincere wonder in his voice, tilting his head slightly, as his men fanned out into a single offensive line behind him. “But it was foolish of you to overtax yourself with such a grand maneuver. You have left yourself weakened, defeated.”
Kylo ceremoniously raised his weapon above his head. There, it seemed to linger for an overlong moment. Luke could sense the conflict within him: a desperate need to prove himself to his dark side master clashing with something that might have resembled sentiment once. And then the spell passed.
“The line of Jedi has come to an end,” sneered Kylo; but without a trace of genuine pleasure, the gloating effect was lost. “It is over, Skywalker.”
“Not... yet...”
The secret power of the relic, nestled within his palm against the hilt of his lightsaber, was activated then with a startling blast of light that sent Kylo Ren staggering backward with a shouted curse. Stolen energy flowed from the dark sider and funneled into his would-be victim, the beam forming a highly visible bridge of moving currents between the two adversaries. As Kylo fell back from the battle, dazed and winded, Luke was off the ground and pursuing his formerly stronger opponent with renewed vigor.
Kylo Ren had dropped to his knees with a look of astonishment on his face, lightsaber branding fiery marks into the ground as it briefly grazed it. It was at that moment when all of the knights lunged forward at once to defend their master. Their sudden attack cut short the vampiric effect of the mysterious artifact, interrupting the stream of radiant light as it was deactivated; but the partial taking of the Force from his enemy had bought another chance for Luke, when all hope for victory had seemed lost.
As he confronted the Knights of Ren, a voice slithered into his thoughts. What have you done, it demanded furiously, yet it sounded weak and distant. Rage that bordered on hysteria poured from Kylo Ren, however, and Luke had no doubt to whom the much diminished voice belonged.
His lightsaber came down upon the armored shoulder of one knight who had lunged recklessly at him with an axe; the blade sliced easily through the metal, severing arm from body and cauterizing the wound in an instant. One forward thrust and the saber was plunged into the steel-plated chest, its tip exiting through the back; as the weapon was wrenched free, the man fell dead. Another advancing knight was pushed high into the air with a gesture of his hand, tumbling over the cliffs with a scream that was silenced on the jagged rocks below.
It should have felt like retribution for the loss of his students long ago, but such meaningless death gave Luke no satisfaction. It was purely in the interest of self-preservation that he now faced his enemies and destroyed them without passion. Imbued with a new surge of energy, he met the remaining five warriors in lightning-quick combat that tore across the hilly terrain of the island in a relentless pursuit, their overzealous efforts proving to be little match for the Jedi as severed limbs and lifeless bodies dropped to the ground one by one.
Amid the chaos and stench of burning flesh, Luke had been keenly aware of Kylo Ren abandoning the very fight that he had journeyed from so far to instigate, stalking off to vanish into the shadow of the mountains.
Rey, thought Luke with dismay; he stayed forcibly locked in deadly combat with the remaining Knights of Ren, unable to intervene.
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Date: 2016-07-29 02:20 am (UTC)*Stuffs fingers in mouth and screams!!*
REY!!
I'm so happy Luke made it through - and with such style and calm grace...but Kylo Ren is unpredicatable and...ohh, Rey!!
*HUGS*
thank you for this!
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Date: 2016-07-29 03:25 am (UTC)*hugs* :D
Volume One Hundred Thirty-Seven, Issue Twenty-Eight
Date: 2016-07-29 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-29 05:33 am (UTC)I love the "impressive" comment of Kylo's... so Vadery, does he even realize? And what a great way to keep Luke occupied while our boy runs off to find his girl :D :D :D
Very powerful imagery as always. Nice work!
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Date: 2016-07-29 03:17 pm (UTC)so Vadery, does he even realize? - Kylo would probably love to hear that! ;)
He's acting on a rather spontaneous Plan C now after having both of his Plan A and B attack strategies fail. Should be interesting to see what happens...
Clan Terror Newsletter - Friday July 29th (Friday - Thursday)
Date: 2016-07-29 05:43 pm (UTC)