The Mentor
Two Years Prior
This was... Well, quite frankly it might just be the happiest moment of his life. Years spent searching, years spent banging against a wall trying to figure out what to do... Years of pain and suffering and hard work and finally... It was all paying off. He had his brother back... He may be the only living member of his family left, but... He'd take it. He had his brother back... That was all that Josh cared about in this moment.
Once the embrace had ended, Josh would smile. "You've gotta meet Shmi, Nick. She's... Well... Quite frankly, she's amazing. She puts a smile on my face just at the sight of her... And odds are, she'll make you smile too."
Nick couldn't help but smile. How long had it been since he had genuinely smiled? He had spent so long hating that face of his brother, but seeing that real, genuine smile made him give his own. It felt... Surreal, to feel loved for the first time in longer than he could remember.
"This feeling..."
He still didn't know how to describe it.
"... Thank you."
That was all that he could bring himself to say. This overwhelming sense of relief and happiness was beyond words. All he could do was look his brother in the eyes and find some way to convey just what he had done. He knew... He knew he would be spending his lifetime trying to pay him back for doing this for him, whether he wanted him to or not. But beneath the cruelty that the Sith had instilled in him was just a smidge... Of honor. And that honor demanded he do everything he could to pay him back for all the pain he had brought upon himself for Nick's sake.
As the two began to walk toward the Final Dragon, Nick would stare up at the ship.
"Man... That is a beauty."
He had decided to leave the Fox here. It was a Sith vessal... They would take it back eventually anyway. So they might as well have it. Nick had the credits to buy himself a new one. One that wouldn't carry the memories of the horrible things that he had done.
"So I'm wondering..."
"Hm?"
"... What color should I make my lightsaber now that I'm not digging the red so much anymore?"
Josh stared at his little brother for a moment, it taking a moment to realize that he had just made a joke. Josh's lips began to twitch into a grin, and the both of them began to laugh. The laugh evolved to hysterical as tears fell down their faces.
"You seem kind of like a green lightsaber person to me" Josh would crack with a chuckle. "I mean, you could also go with hot pink, but..."
More laughter ensued, but Nick shook his head.
"Green it is then."
As they neared the vessal, Nick still was full of questions.
"Got any Jedi stories? I'm sure you got tons."
Part of him just wanted to hear his brother talk. Wanted to hear him as happy as he had been... There was something satisfying about it. Something that filled him with a joy he couldn't describe. He wanted to see and hear more of it. He wanted more of that positive energy radiating all around them....
Josh chuckled in turn.
"I do. When we're on the ship, I'll tell you as many as you want until we get back to Naboo... Promise."
Nick found himself smiling at that as he nodded his head.
"... It's a promise."
Josh would then look toward Nick, a mischievous little smirk crossing his lips.
"Ever find a girl of your own? Or well, a guy even. I mean, I won't judge or anything"
Nick was taken by surprise by it, but shook his head.
"Had one, a girl I mean, before I went to the Sith. Was a bit of a freak, but I loved her for it. Disappeared though. Never heard from her again, and for the most part forgot when I committed myself to the Sith. There's a lot of things about my life that I'm only beginning to recall now, if I'm being honest."
That brought a frown to Josh's face for a moment. That realization of how deep Sith indoctrination just might actually be... It was mind-boggling. It explained so much, and yet... Somehow it made him sad. It made him sad to realize how much of one's personality may have ended up being locked away, their memories and all, when indoctrinated as heavily as he had been, by what Nick was saying. It made him think of the few Sith he had met that he'd managed to actually somewhat get along with... Like Krest, like Ophidia, and a handful of others... He wondered for a moment what they were like before they became what they were.
His empathy in that moment for them was beyond words.
"... Josh?"
"... Mmm?"
"... Is something wrong?"
"... No, no. Just... Thinking."
"About what?"
"Just about-"
He hadn't been able to finish his sentence when a large shot would blast down upon them from the sky. It had been Nick who had seen it first, and before Josh could react, a movement of the Force had sent him flying backwards and out of range of the blast.
Nick. It had been Nick who had done it. Josh sat up just in time to see Nick look toward him, knowing the blast was right on top of him...
And he smiled. A bittersweet smile.
"NICK!"
The explosion that ensued when the blast hit the ground was massive. It had been a large missile, shot by a massive ship up above that he just now had begun to make out... When the smoke cleared...
Nick was gone. Only his robes, a smoking wreck - and what was left of his lightsaber remained. Josh looked up to see the vessal once more, noting it was clearly that of the Sith before it would fly off. Josh's eyes were wide, his pupils shrunk as his gaze fell toward where the blast had fell as he slowly made his way toward what was left. He could not sense Nick's force signature. There was nothing left...
"No... No no no no... Please don't let this be real..." He began to whisper, his voice hasty and falling all over itself as he fell to his knees, his mind running around in circles as he tried to process everything that was happening, everything he was going through.
The Sith had done it, just like that... The moment it was clear he was no longer on their side, they had struck... The attack was cowardly, they hit him from behind like a coward... By ship, no less. Couldn't even come out to face him like men. The more seconds that ticked by, the more Josh's mind began to comprehend everything. All he had suffered through, for all these years...
It had been for nothing.
His brother was gone... His brother was dead. The Sith had taken his father, everyone he'd come to know, and love... And now they'd taken his brother away.
"No, no, no... Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!
DAMNIT!"
Tears welled up and fell down his face as the distraught Jedi Master would slam a fist onto the ground where his brother had just been, not caring about the pain of it. Not caring about the blood that dripped from the cracked and broken skin upon impact. His training to learn the dark side of the Force had placed a mental block that had kept his emotions in check, but now... Now he couldn't control them. His feelings, his emotions... They were all over the place and all he could think about was the fact that his brother was gone, and the Sith had taken him away.
Where was that empathy he had felt, the empathy he had felt beyond words just mere moments ago? Where did it go?
It was gone.
Gone with the rest of his mind.
His irises tinted from their brimming brown to a hateful crimson as he finally just...
Let go.
Every inch of hatred and anger he felt came out in that moment.... Flames generally produced from the hands by positive emotions, his passions for what he did, came out... But not spawned by the same techniques that Josh had spent years honing. No, they were brought out naught but unyielding rage... And they burned far more fiercely - threatening to engulf and swallow the very body that had summoned them to reality.
The scream of bloodlust and fury that emerged from the young man's lungs was accompanied by a raging inferno that would for a time... Render a patch of land on Mustafar far blacker than it had ever been.
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Josh had arrived back at the homestead on Naboo alone and empty-handed, managing to get in past Shmi's notice. He hadn't wanted her to see him like this. Despite where his mind was right now, the last thing he wanted to do was worry the woman that he loved.
He'd found himself downstairs, in the basement that had become a training room for him. In that moment, he just wanted to be alone. The emotions running rampant throughout his very being had become impossible to control but all he could think about was the fact he had failed. He had gone through so much pain and suffering to bring Nick back... And when he'd finally done it, the Sith had taken him away from him again.
He couldn't control it. He couldn't control his anger, his rage... He couldn't control the wave of emotions surging through his body as he just wanted to strike out at everything around him.
He found he had lost himself.
"DAMNIT!"
The scream was followed by a hard blow that struck the stone walls, leaving a clear dent as he finally collapsed to his knees. He'd come here to train, to try and blow off the steam where he'd be unseen... And be alone for awhile. But all he found was suffering he could not escape from, emotions he could not escape. All he could do was think... And right now, thinking was a very dangerous thing. Tears welled up in his eyes as all he could imagine was that moment where everything had come crashing down...
He was a broken man and he knew it.
And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
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