Objective: Perform one last act of defiance
Tags: [member="Dracken Pryce"]
Ships: Eternal Glory - Destroyed - Other ships now under control of [member="Darth Tacitus"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpVkvWjRYzk
The eternal glory shook with each shot, fires began to rage across many decks as the shields buckled under the constant fire power of the enemy ships. His hand hovered over the evacuation button. As the war waged on around him, as his end loomed in sight, a final conclusion to this entire chapter, his mind drifted far away. For a brief moment, he relieved the past, and thought on what led him here.
They had fought for days. Once childhood friends, now bitter enemies. Once upon a time, he had sacrificed everything to protect her, but the torture broke him. And as they fought the two masters relearned everything about the other. At the end, exhausted, she collapsed to her knees. His saber was held to her throat, victory. However, it turned off, and dropped to the floor. Next to her, he slid to his knees and begged her to put him out of his misery. To stop him from taking another life. It had broken him so much, but he couldn't do it anymore, but he couldn't stop himself either.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around him, and dragged him out of there. They disappeared. That day Jedi and Sith vanished, and it didn't matter. She knew every evil thing he had done, and wiped away every tear. And he in turn held her, and made her feel safe. In time, rekindled friendship and comradere turned to love. And love created a miracle. When he had first held his daughter in his arms, he understood love, and everything good and right in the galaxy. He grasped why they needed to protect life, he truly understood it. She was everything. Together, they built a future on many planets, pushed back evil, and the family began to absolve him of his sins. He washed away the blood, and replaced it with mercy.
The joy, was so overwhelming.
“DADDY! WATCH ME DADDY!” The beautiful little Sephi girl cried out, as she learned to lift things through the force.
“I love you daddy so much! You are so strong!” They were everything to him. Amali and Elia, his wife and his child, they gave him so much purpose, so much hope for the future. All that darkness was pushed back and away. The Sith was dead, and replaced with the father, the husband, the protector. Their touch, their voices, their love, it sustained him in a way nothing else ever could. Power? Who needed it! Power was used to protect them, to build a future they could all be proud of! And they did. World after world joined the Union.
Then Roche came, a chance to stop a war.
“Go get them dear, we can do this. If you work hard, we can save so many lives.”
“You're so cool daddy! I'm so proud of you. Oh! I found this cool holovid daddy! When you get back let's watch it!”
He took a shuttle away from the asteroid they had stayed in, and moved towards a meeting hall. It's when the Republic and Sith went to war. He flew the shuttle with panic, towards his family. He dodged massive fire, and made his way to the asteroid.
“Honey, get to the hanger. I'll be there in a moment! I have to get you both out of here, there is no more we can do here!”
“We will be there, love, be fast! I have a bad feeling.”
“It will be okay, Amali, I'm almost there! Just go!”
“I love you, I got Elia, just be safe Anton!”
As he approached the asteroid, a Sith frigate began to falter. It moved closer to the asteroids, trying to get away but even as it approached a residential area, the Republic fire did not die off. One of it's side engines was hit, and it went out of control. It nose dived through several asteroids. One would think the republic would cease fire, they were the protectors of the galaxy. They didn't. Instead, they finished it. The following explosion and the fire that tore through the ship slammed into the asteroid that held his family. Through the force he felt his daughter scream in pain and fear for him to save her.
“DADDY! IT HURTS HELP ME! I'M SCARED.”
A brief touch of his wife's mind to his, an apology as they faded from existence. Their bodies blown into nothing shortly after as the frigates reactor went critical. That feeling, of having his world torn from him. So close and so helpless, unable to save the only things that mattered to him. Why had he even been there, trying to stop this battle? They should have been far away. They never should have went there. He screamed, and screamed, tears streaming down his face, as he was unable to grasp reality. He tried to find them, to at least recover their bodies, but there was nothing to be found.
His heart broke into a million pieces that day, and he could no longer control himself.
What was the purpose of life with them gone? Why couldn't he just end his life? Old commands put into his brain by his former master however kept him from being able to do so. Unable to live, unable to die and join his family in the force. Over the years, the loneliness was devastating, and the guilt overwhelmed him. The Republic, the damned Republic. They pretended to protect people. But in reality, they sacrificed civilians to get their goals. They hid their forces among civilians so they would be targeted. They never placed the lives of their citizens first. Even here, they had a chance. They could have handled it diplomatically, they could have pulled back, and tried to wait for cooler heads to prevail. But they couldn't. They took his family from him. They had to pay.
He struck at the Republic and every form it took, including the Galactic Alliance and the New Republic. However, it was when his trembling eyes first took in Darth Tacitus, a man who gave focus to the pain, who shared the same loss to the Republic, and to the rageful members of the Eternal Empire who felt identical to him, that he felt a small amount of peace. Together, they would bring this New Republic to it's knees. His crew members, each were someone who the Republic had torn their families from them as well. Each wished to die. Each wished for the embrace of their beloved, and couldn't ever have it.
There would be no rest for them, no peace, until they finally got to rest in eternal sleep.
Back in reality, many hands touched his back, and his second in command put his hand atop of Anton's and pushed down. Tears slid down Anton's face, as his heart broke once more.
“Amali, Elia, I'm coming to join you soon. I'm sorry it's taken so long. Forgive me, please. For everything.” The man's voice cracked, as the evacuation klaxons went off. Escape pods launched from the ship to give as many a chance at survival as they could. However, to the man, everyone who was involved in this plot, the ones who had helped crew the fake republic patrol ships, the ones who had plotted out the routes of the ship they destroyed. They were here. Everyone faced their fate together. They would do their best to strike one more blow to the Republic – And finally end their own suffering.
“FOR THE EMPEROR!” The ship continued to lurch forward it's nose at the Battlecruiser, Starchild.
“WARNING: MAIN POWER GENERATOR OVERLOAD, FIFTEEN SECONDS TILL CRITICAL FAILURE”
Anton fought his own mental conditioning, that told him to escape. His second placed a hand on his shoulder, and pinned him there, and the Sith relaxed in the command chair.
“Thank you. I needed that.”
Regardless of it the battlecruiser managed to fully slam into the Starchild or if it was a glancing blow, the power generator went critical and sent out a massive wave of power, as it slammed into the ship and the front crumpled into the metal of the other ship. The wave blew the ship apart from inside out. The massive shockwave would slam into every ship nearby, and detonate several escape pods that had escaped to late. As his body was ripped into atomic particles, Anton's last conscious moment was one of relief, and shock, as he felt warm, at peace. He heard the laughter of his little one, and the took in the scent of his wife. As he faded into the force, he swore he could hear Elia say
“This way daddy!”
I'm home....
Everything faded to nothing.
Invictus Plot: FIN
