Sith Archive: Asheth (FanFiction)

Chapter 5: Whispers...

I was chained to a pedestal, water was poured onto my face to awaken me, a shock really would have sufficed. My Master stood as a decapitated head rolled to the floor, the face of the man I fought showing shock as it continued to roll down the steps.

"A useful child for a time, but useless without his other hand, therefore death was the only mercy I could grant." He said to his disciples, before turning his attention to me.

"Personally, you are my second most perfect Apprentice, sad you had to know what I was doing. There is only one thing I can do for you."He said, before looking at me, studying my expression of curiosity.

I looked at him struggling a little in my shackles, before looking at the thick durasteel alloy that they were made of, and sighed. Before closing my eyes, focusing on the force.

"Ash, forget it, you won't break out of those. It's funny to watch you try, but..."He paused, looking at me."Ash?"

The shackles began to buckle and crack, before breaking swiftly as I brushed away the remains, jumping over to the open space down the stairs, forcing Silence's saber into my hand with the force, ripping it from his belt. Silence looked at me, smiling as one of his slaves passed him my sabers, igniting them both in his hands. "Come Ash, lets see how good you really are..."He said, running lightsabers at his back, watching me.

As he reached me, he struck first, one strike for my head with one saber the other for my legs with the second, countering them both with my saber one after the other. This continued, his skill matched with my own, I had prepaired for this. His Jar'kai skill was unknown to me, but a know factor to expect, but hard to keep up to his swift attacks.

His attacks became more swift and precise, pushing me at my boundaries. Soresu was the only form keeping me from falling apart. Bringing my powerful strikes as quick counters kept me safe, but delayed the inevitable. He was clearly having a field day, surprised at my strength and skill, but knowing or hoped it wasn't enough.

I threw lightning at his hand before jumping back to regain some ground. The lightning made him lose grip on the saber in his right hand, falling into the dark abyss below the room. It didn't phase him, and cared not for the two saber's it seemed. And returned to an offensive onslaught clashing my saber hard, shaking my stance a little, before he kicked me in the stomach watching me fall back on myself. I crawled back to my feet using a quick force push to startle him and shift his focus, which it did.

He was too focused at the battle, producing a kind of tunnel vision of his other options. As threw chunks of rock towards  him, two or three hitting him as he cutt apart the rest, not at all phased as he charged at me, saber raised high, eserting himself back into Djem So as him disciple showed before.

His hits hard and trying on my endurance against it. He pushed me back with a strong force push into the hallway, where acolytes stood, yet with Lightsabers, maybe disciples too. They watched uncaring, interested in the fight. I fell on my back, feeling it ache, but I sprang to my feet feeling more pain than before, more from the rakghoul attack from I suffered earlier. I held my saber slow in both hand, centred to my lower body. Silence walked down the steps, eyes more red, veins pulsing in anger.
Before he jumped down throwing two acolytes towards me, watching me swiftly cut them both in half, throwing their corpses away with the force. He charged again, unleashing lightning at me, I tried absorbing it with my saber which helped a little, but my saber quickly was ripped from hand by a figure in the darkness before I was throw to the wall, feeling a grasp tightening on my throat.

Silence looked into the darkness puzzled, saber still drawn, before I saw the surprise on his face when he felt a grasp on his own throat, which was crushing it quickly, he choked and fell into a pale lump on the ground, before the grasp on my throat was released short after as I was pushed into the wall hard, knocking me unconcious.

30 Minutes later, Taris, Ritual Chamber

I was frozen in place, I didn't know what by, but I was. As I saw a silhouet reciting words from a text above my head in an unknown dialect, before finishing and sighing.

Moving over to my face taking a vibroknife and taking a bit of blood of mine. Then he went over to the centre of the chamber, three slaves on the opposite ends on each wall. He kneeled on both knees, more like a Jedi in a way, meditating, a second later extending both his hands in the direction of the slaves on the left and right of him. The slaves screamed in pain as I could see through the force their conciousness's being ripped from them as his hands moved towards him, channeling them into my mind. It was as if a hot red poker was placed into my skull, burning through my body and mind.

Their thoughts and voices crawled through my mind, screaming and then silencing themselves, whispering with each other, like a Manka cat secretly playing with it's food in Dromund Kaas. The silhouet stood there, before walking out casually, I didn't understand, but I couldn't think, and my mind as weakened by the whispers...