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Feb. 20th, 2006 06:30 pmAt some point, Atton had fallen asleep. And he had dreamed. There was a slight, momentary tickling around the edges of his mind, something briefly passing and then vanishing. Atton followed the wave, letting his mental defences thin for just a second and reaching into the presence. The other being accepted him graciously, and Atton plunged into his mind.
He dreamed.
Atton recognised the place. Korriban, the Sith Academy there. It was different, though. When he had gone there it was desolate and deserted, without light or any signs that it had been inhabited for years. This Academy was deserted, but it was as if people had been there just seconds ago, and had all stopped what they were doing and left as he arrived.
This wasn’t his dream.
Something flitted past the corners of his eyes.
Atton frowned, preparing to pull up his mental barriers once more, turning sharply as a shadow fell over him and finding nobody.
There were footsteps and heavy, laboured breathing, the scuff of somebody dropping to their knees and crawling.
Atton peered around him, and found a trail of blood. He followed it, through dark rooms and long corridors until he reached bloody handprints a door. It slid open, allowing him access to what he knew instantly was a training room. The cages undoubtedly would have contained prisoners of war at one time.
The trail of blood continued, and stopped at the feet of the Dark Jedi.
”You failed, didn’t you? You failed the training.”
The Dark Jedi nodded slowly.
“I was strong in the Force, but slow to learn, and I lacked the cunning that my peers had.”
”How did you survive?”
”I am quite relentless. The other students found that with their tricks and their spells they could slow me down, but never stop me. I gained enough prestige to advance to greater training, and greater training, and greater training.”
“But you failed.”
The Dark Jedi nodded solemnly.
”I failed, because I was never a betrayer. Merely a hunter.”
”Sorry for asking, but what’s the point of this?”
”You interest me. I needed to ... speak with you. On the bridge ... You fell. And one moment you were battered and defeated and the next ... healed completely. It doesn’t make sense.”
”You aren’t going to get any answers from me. At least, not any that make sense.”
”That doesn’t matter. I am relentless. And I am unstoppable. I will find you, and you will willingly tell me everything you know.”
”Good luck with that.”
The Dark Jedi turned away.
”Luck has nothing to do with it.”
The Dark Jedi lunged, his movement warping the dream around him and Atton put up a mental barrier. There was a bright, twisting light, giving away abruptly to darkness.
Atton opened his eyes and bolted up from his bed. Somewhere nearby, he felt a flicker of something, a mind turning towards him.
Footsteps, loud and getting louder, and the door hissing open.
Atton creeped away from the bed, opening the closet and clambering in.
The Dark Jedi stepped into the room, looking around, and Atton could feel him trying to sense him. After a few minutes, he turned and left, leaving the door open behind him.
He dreamed.
Atton recognised the place. Korriban, the Sith Academy there. It was different, though. When he had gone there it was desolate and deserted, without light or any signs that it had been inhabited for years. This Academy was deserted, but it was as if people had been there just seconds ago, and had all stopped what they were doing and left as he arrived.
This wasn’t his dream.
Something flitted past the corners of his eyes.
Atton frowned, preparing to pull up his mental barriers once more, turning sharply as a shadow fell over him and finding nobody.
There were footsteps and heavy, laboured breathing, the scuff of somebody dropping to their knees and crawling.
Atton peered around him, and found a trail of blood. He followed it, through dark rooms and long corridors until he reached bloody handprints a door. It slid open, allowing him access to what he knew instantly was a training room. The cages undoubtedly would have contained prisoners of war at one time.
The trail of blood continued, and stopped at the feet of the Dark Jedi.
”You failed, didn’t you? You failed the training.”
The Dark Jedi nodded slowly.
“I was strong in the Force, but slow to learn, and I lacked the cunning that my peers had.”
”How did you survive?”
”I am quite relentless. The other students found that with their tricks and their spells they could slow me down, but never stop me. I gained enough prestige to advance to greater training, and greater training, and greater training.”
“But you failed.”
The Dark Jedi nodded solemnly.
”I failed, because I was never a betrayer. Merely a hunter.”
”Sorry for asking, but what’s the point of this?”
”You interest me. I needed to ... speak with you. On the bridge ... You fell. And one moment you were battered and defeated and the next ... healed completely. It doesn’t make sense.”
”You aren’t going to get any answers from me. At least, not any that make sense.”
”That doesn’t matter. I am relentless. And I am unstoppable. I will find you, and you will willingly tell me everything you know.”
”Good luck with that.”
The Dark Jedi turned away.
”Luck has nothing to do with it.”
The Dark Jedi lunged, his movement warping the dream around him and Atton put up a mental barrier. There was a bright, twisting light, giving away abruptly to darkness.
Atton opened his eyes and bolted up from his bed. Somewhere nearby, he felt a flicker of something, a mind turning towards him.
Footsteps, loud and getting louder, and the door hissing open.
Atton creeped away from the bed, opening the closet and clambering in.
The Dark Jedi stepped into the room, looking around, and Atton could feel him trying to sense him. After a few minutes, he turned and left, leaving the door open behind him.
