Jedi Sorcerer
Outside the ancient Fortress of Darth Themis, Kerest
Minutes after “The Tragedy of Darth Xiphos”...
Complete chaos.
Starlin staggered through the snow-covered battlefield, cutting down anyone who got in his way. The ground was littered with the mangled bodies of the fallen, metallic husks of droids and the bloody remains of organics, both humanoid and alien.
Dizzy and weak, Starlin nearly tripped over the corpse of a Twi’lek Jedi Shadow. The smell of death was so overpowering, he had been forced to put on his helmet to filter it out, lest he vomit. Despite the carnage, the battle still raged on around him, filling the air with the sounds of blaster fire, the clash of lightsabers, and the choked cries of the dying.
He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened after he released his new spell in the hangar. The buildup and expulsion of energy was so great, it had caused him to collapse, blacking out on the floor while the dueling continued around him. The next thing he knew, he was outside, with no memory of how he had gotten there.
Did his spell work? Did it stop Darth Xiphos? He felt fairly certain that the blast had hit somebody, but he was less sure it was Xiphos who had been struck. Part of him wanted to go back and keep fighting with the other Jedi, but something told him the game had changed. When he tried to located the others, he could no longer sense them. Had they fled, just as he had? Were they dead…?
Someone was calling Starlin’s name. He looked up and saw Jaina Grayson, katana in hand, heading toward him.
“Starlin! Are you all right?” she asked. No sooner had she spoken, she was intercepted by a witch. The two dueled fiercely for nearly a full minute before Jaina decapitated her, splattering white blood and yellowish gore across the snow. Before the headless body had hit the ground, she had already turned her attention back to the Jedi Padawan, concern wrinkling her lovely features. “Starlin?”
“I have to get out of here,” Starlin mumbled. He felt guilty admitting it, but in his current state he was of little use.
“Are you hurt?”
“I…” He was wounded, with a cracked rib and broken collarbone, but the pain of these injuries felt distant. Exhaustion permeated him, a weariness he felt down to the marrow of his bones. “I can’t do this,” he whispered.
Jaina frowned. “All right…” Looking around, she gestured for him to follow her. “I can get you safely outside the bubble. Can you make it back to your ship from there?”
He nodded, and the pair started moving.
A nameless dread gripped him as he stumbled toward the shield bubble that surrounded the fortress, a barrier keeping the blizzards at bay. Something was wrong. Something was about to happen. He could feel it in his gut, but he didn’t dare speak of it out loud. All he could think of was escape...
Minutes after “The Tragedy of Darth Xiphos”...
Complete chaos.
Starlin staggered through the snow-covered battlefield, cutting down anyone who got in his way. The ground was littered with the mangled bodies of the fallen, metallic husks of droids and the bloody remains of organics, both humanoid and alien.
Dizzy and weak, Starlin nearly tripped over the corpse of a Twi’lek Jedi Shadow. The smell of death was so overpowering, he had been forced to put on his helmet to filter it out, lest he vomit. Despite the carnage, the battle still raged on around him, filling the air with the sounds of blaster fire, the clash of lightsabers, and the choked cries of the dying.
He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened after he released his new spell in the hangar. The buildup and expulsion of energy was so great, it had caused him to collapse, blacking out on the floor while the dueling continued around him. The next thing he knew, he was outside, with no memory of how he had gotten there.
Did his spell work? Did it stop Darth Xiphos? He felt fairly certain that the blast had hit somebody, but he was less sure it was Xiphos who had been struck. Part of him wanted to go back and keep fighting with the other Jedi, but something told him the game had changed. When he tried to located the others, he could no longer sense them. Had they fled, just as he had? Were they dead…?
Someone was calling Starlin’s name. He looked up and saw Jaina Grayson, katana in hand, heading toward him.
“Starlin! Are you all right?” she asked. No sooner had she spoken, she was intercepted by a witch. The two dueled fiercely for nearly a full minute before Jaina decapitated her, splattering white blood and yellowish gore across the snow. Before the headless body had hit the ground, she had already turned her attention back to the Jedi Padawan, concern wrinkling her lovely features. “Starlin?”
“I have to get out of here,” Starlin mumbled. He felt guilty admitting it, but in his current state he was of little use.
“Are you hurt?”
“I…” He was wounded, with a cracked rib and broken collarbone, but the pain of these injuries felt distant. Exhaustion permeated him, a weariness he felt down to the marrow of his bones. “I can’t do this,” he whispered.
Jaina frowned. “All right…” Looking around, she gestured for him to follow her. “I can get you safely outside the bubble. Can you make it back to your ship from there?”
He nodded, and the pair started moving.
A nameless dread gripped him as he stumbled toward the shield bubble that surrounded the fortress, a barrier keeping the blizzards at bay. Something was wrong. Something was about to happen. He could feel it in his gut, but he didn’t dare speak of it out loud. All he could think of was escape...