Her robes whipped around her, and she was pushed back a good ten feet. But her stance held. And what he would feel when it was done would be unlike anything he had felt before. She was righteous fury; a woman scorned in ways that bit far deeper than merely spurned or betrayed love. No, she had known far worse betrayals. She had fallen. Oh, how she had fallen; twice over and each time betrayed. But not now. Not again. Not to an impudent love-lorn little child, despite all he should have learned.
"Enough of this."
The retaliatory strike he feels will come seemingly from nowhere, and then the sabers will begin to strike. One after the other, as she begins to advance, darting in and out like thrown knives, alternating stab after stab at him.
"You are a fool, Organa. You should not be. You learned your lessons well, but never enough. You could have seen, as I have done, you could have realized the truth of the universe. You could have severed yourself from the strings of the Jedi and of the Force itself."
The worst part, perhaps, was the calmness in her voice. Her fury was deep, profoundly so, but it was channeled, honed. It came with purpose.
"You, who witnessed the futility of it all, the decay of the Order, the horrors of the wars - and here you stand, hoping you can save her. But she doesn't need you. Soon enough, she will not need me - she will become a force of pure destiny, the greatest hero in the history of the universe. A moment is coming, Orren Organa, that can reshape the universe forever - free it from its chains. The Jedi will fall. The Sith will fall. And then...we shall have peace."
And the next force push comes with the power of a tank shell, a concussive blast that is aimed to shatter bones or bricks, to cave in armor plate and liquefy its target with the fury of an angered god.
"But I have just enough rage left at the Jedi," she added, face still impassive, "just enough hatred left, to teach you a lesson this day. Because someone needs to be left who knows. Someone to let that fool Atris know who it was who caused her to fall, and why. Once, when students like you closed their ears to thinking about my lessons, I found love. There was, for a time, perfection. And it was taken from me, and my child made to debase herself as a servant of that pathetic woman - stripped from me, stripped from her heritage, her birthright."
She paused, only for a moment, seeming to grow in the darkness, a dark and sickly purple light emanating from her.
"Atris is fallen, by my whispers. Your masters, my betrayers, will die for the stupidity they are about to unleash, out of their weakness, their fear...their apathy towards making the universe truly better. I will tear down everything. Know that, and suffer."
And the force lightning came again, all the stronger.
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Date: 2021-01-08 05:00 am (UTC)"Enough of this."
The retaliatory strike he feels will come seemingly from nowhere, and then the sabers will begin to strike. One after the other, as she begins to advance, darting in and out like thrown knives, alternating stab after stab at him.
"You are a fool, Organa. You should not be. You learned your lessons well, but never enough. You could have seen, as I have done, you could have realized the truth of the universe. You could have severed yourself from the strings of the Jedi and of the Force itself."
The worst part, perhaps, was the calmness in her voice. Her fury was deep, profoundly so, but it was channeled, honed. It came with purpose.
"You, who witnessed the futility of it all, the decay of the Order, the horrors of the wars - and here you stand, hoping you can save her. But she doesn't need you. Soon enough, she will not need me - she will become a force of pure destiny, the greatest hero in the history of the universe. A moment is coming, Orren Organa, that can reshape the universe forever - free it from its chains. The Jedi will fall. The Sith will fall. And then...we shall have peace."
And the next force push comes with the power of a tank shell, a concussive blast that is aimed to shatter bones or bricks, to cave in armor plate and liquefy its target with the fury of an angered god.
"But I have just enough rage left at the Jedi," she added, face still impassive, "just enough hatred left, to teach you a lesson this day. Because someone needs to be left who knows. Someone to let that fool Atris know who it was who caused her to fall, and why. Once, when students like you closed their ears to thinking about my lessons, I found love. There was, for a time, perfection. And it was taken from me, and my child made to debase herself as a servant of that pathetic woman - stripped from me, stripped from her heritage, her birthright."
She paused, only for a moment, seeming to grow in the darkness, a dark and sickly purple light emanating from her.
"Atris is fallen, by my whispers. Your masters, my betrayers, will die for the stupidity they are about to unleash, out of their weakness, their fear...their apathy towards making the universe truly better. I will tear down everything. Know that, and suffer."
And the force lightning came again, all the stronger.