TWISTED.
❝ i'm not a jedi, but I'm not a sith. i'm me, and that's what matters.❞
Despina Anseris never asked for her mission. She never asked to see the place she called home get torn apart because of her best friend's rath. She never asked to see...
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"You know, I agreed to do the training course with Rey, not whatever this is," I grumbled. A thick vine had been tied around my ankles and left me hanging upside down from a tree, a long grey piece of fabric covering my eyes. A small Marksman-H training droid shot at me every few seconds, but I always redirected the blasts to what I presumed to be the ground with my lightsabers. I could sense the Force radiating off of every tree and foliage, from every insect and creature. About a mile away was the rest of the Resistance, oblivious to what Jedi training went on in the forest... or what could be even called training. "Seriously... how is this helping me?"
"Hush," Ahsoka scolded me from afar, yet the Togruta's voice was clear as day. "This is a simple concentration exercise and you're-" I yelped as one of the Marksman's blasts made way past my defense and stung my thigh. "... failing miserably."
"Master, I swear..." I started to say, but I heard the high pitched whine of an incoming blast and bent my back backward before it could hit my head. My abdomen was aching as I swung back down, the rope twisting back and forth in a circular motion from my actions. "If I become sick from this-"
"-You'd probably become a lot better at this," Ahsoka scoffed, but I knew she was teasing. I smiled and continued the exercise, twisting both my body and my lightsabers to fend off the droid's attacks. My muscles were sore as I went on, and I seemed to be getting the hang of it... as if I'd ever need this kind of training anyways.
Ben walked through the darkness of a cavern, looking up at the statues of the past with unease. There were long and jagged cracks on the stone ground, going on for what seemed to be infinite. He stepped over them cautiously, his dark hair falling over his scarred face.
"Snoke trained you well," a raspy voice noted, and I recognized it immediately: the voice from the woods. From the look on Ben's face, he knew it too. Fear only showed for a moment before he masked it with an angered expression.
"I killed Snoke," he spat, glowering. His hand rested on his lightsaber hilt. "I'll kill you."
"My boy... I madeSnoke." Ben stiffened, his eyes darting back and forth at the ground as a million thoughts raced through his mind. "I have been every voice," the rasped one continued, sounding more like Snoke as he went on, "you have ever heard..." As the speaker took a pained breath, I heard the sounds of a breathing mask. The robotic-ness of it all made my blood run cold. "... inside your mind."
There was a bright flash of lighting, and Ben shielded his eyes while the cavern was illuminated. A large glass tank stood before him, and inside were bandaged figures who wore black robes. They didn't move like the living nor the dead; no, they just floated as if they were puppets awaiting orders. They were three of them, identical... they were all Snoke. The dark voice chuckled, back to its normal rasp.
