TheOneMan
12-23-2005, 06:36 AM
Alright, before I begin to write this story, I just wan to let you know, I KNOW THIS WILL PROBABLY NOT HAPPEN.
Anyway, this fight take's place on Coruscant and it was suppose to be the final battle to a fic I was writing, but I scrapped the fic. Instead of letting the fight leave me, I hung onto it wrote a lot of notes down. So, here you all go. I present to you the final duel of "Star Wars: Dark Empire Returns - Rise of the Insidious One" in all it's beauty.
- - -
Luke Skywalker knew that he'd fallen. The Force told him so clearly, so powerfully, it would almost impossible to ignore. Then, only a split second after the startling revelation, the Force rippled with the death of another.
Luke only intensified his run.
He could hear the Senator's final, painful cry as the lightsaber took his life in a single stroke. No, he couldn't hear it...he could see it. The Force showed it so clearly to Luke, it was like watching a movie. The vision played over and over in his head and as he approached the blaster scarred door, the sadness in Luke's heart intensified.
The door opened with mechanical hiss and Luke stood in the doorway. Standing over the senator's body was Jacen Solo; blue-white blade humming angrily in his clenched fist. Luke reached to his side, retrieving his own and activated it with a low snap-hiss.
"I knew you would come, uncle." Jacen said softly, his breath fast and rugged. It looked as if speaking was an exhausting task. "But you came much sooner then I had expected. You figured out my plan far to soon."
Luke's eyes narrowed as he glared at his nephew's back, squeezing his blade tightly.
"Where did my teaching's go wrong?" Luke asked, letting his shoulders slump visibly.
Luke had only a split second to react as the Force tingled in his mind. His green-white saber snapped to life as he parried the sudden whirlwind of slashes and stabs. Their blades cut deep into the doorway, leaving red-hot crevasses in the wall.
Luke pushed Jacen's blade out wide and delivered a solid heel to his stomach. Jacen staggered back, unbalanced by the blow and gasped as Luke's blade sweeped in for the fatal blow.
Unfortunately for Luke, the Force was with them both.
Jacen slipped on the stairs leading to the veranda and fell onto his back as the blade passed over. Luke clutched his saber tightly mid-swing and brought down into a crushing blow. But the blue-white blade met his and yellow flashes illuminated the two warriors as the struggled against one another.
In that instant, Luke Skywalker knew all was lost. He peered deep into the yellowy-red eyes of his nephew and saw nothing but sheer, unbound hatred. The hatred ran so deep it ate at his very soul, corrupting him in every possible way.
Every memory Luke had of the twin's flashed before his eyes. He remembered the day he first spared with them; when he first spared with Jacen. The day Chewbacca died, the pain Jacen had felt, Luke was there to help him soothe it. Everything, every moment pain or sadness loomed over Jacen, he had been there to help in some way...
Luke blinked and felt the Force swirl around him. But where had he gone wrong? Why did Jacen turn?
None of it mattered anymore. Not now, anyway. Jacen delivered a brutal heel into Luke's thigh and thrust the other into his chest, throwing the Jedi Grand Master through the air and into the far wall. It buckled under the impact and Luke fell to his knee's.
"YOU WILL DIE!!" Jacen screamed and sprang through the air. The Darkside prickled the back of Luke's neck as he heard the air whistle around him and instinctively, he called to his lightsaber.
In answered with a roaring snap-hiss and Luke swung the blade in a wide arch, pushing Jacen off balance. He did not see the impact, he only heard it. He heard the wall buckle again in the Force and he felt the pain his nephew was feeling.
It lasted for only one long, agonizing second...
Luke sprang to his feet and whirled around as he clashed blade's with Jacen once more. They moved in masterful weave that took them down the stairs on to the veranda itself. Those fortunate enough to be driving by watched as the Jedi Grand Master dueled a fellow Jedi Knight.
Luke slashed high and wide then twisted, whirling the blade over his head, and slashed low at Jacen's knee. Each time the blue blade was there to meet him and each time it countered.
Luke stepepd back and drew his blade up, blocking slash aimed for his head and eagerly returned it. Jacen ducked, whirling the blade behind his back in an arrogant block and side-stepped whirled, striking for Luke's knees.
Except he was no longer there.
Jacen looked up, seeing Luke pounding from balcony to balcony, running for the rooftops. With a sadistic smile, Jacen gathered the force within him and sprang...
The Sith would rise again this day. Jacen would see to it...
* * *
More to come people! ^-^ What do you think so far?
Anyway, this fight take's place on Coruscant and it was suppose to be the final battle to a fic I was writing, but I scrapped the fic. Instead of letting the fight leave me, I hung onto it wrote a lot of notes down. So, here you all go. I present to you the final duel of "Star Wars: Dark Empire Returns - Rise of the Insidious One" in all it's beauty.
- - -
Luke Skywalker knew that he'd fallen. The Force told him so clearly, so powerfully, it would almost impossible to ignore. Then, only a split second after the startling revelation, the Force rippled with the death of another.
Luke only intensified his run.
He could hear the Senator's final, painful cry as the lightsaber took his life in a single stroke. No, he couldn't hear it...he could see it. The Force showed it so clearly to Luke, it was like watching a movie. The vision played over and over in his head and as he approached the blaster scarred door, the sadness in Luke's heart intensified.
The door opened with mechanical hiss and Luke stood in the doorway. Standing over the senator's body was Jacen Solo; blue-white blade humming angrily in his clenched fist. Luke reached to his side, retrieving his own and activated it with a low snap-hiss.
"I knew you would come, uncle." Jacen said softly, his breath fast and rugged. It looked as if speaking was an exhausting task. "But you came much sooner then I had expected. You figured out my plan far to soon."
Luke's eyes narrowed as he glared at his nephew's back, squeezing his blade tightly.
"Where did my teaching's go wrong?" Luke asked, letting his shoulders slump visibly.
Luke had only a split second to react as the Force tingled in his mind. His green-white saber snapped to life as he parried the sudden whirlwind of slashes and stabs. Their blades cut deep into the doorway, leaving red-hot crevasses in the wall.
Luke pushed Jacen's blade out wide and delivered a solid heel to his stomach. Jacen staggered back, unbalanced by the blow and gasped as Luke's blade sweeped in for the fatal blow.
Unfortunately for Luke, the Force was with them both.
Jacen slipped on the stairs leading to the veranda and fell onto his back as the blade passed over. Luke clutched his saber tightly mid-swing and brought down into a crushing blow. But the blue-white blade met his and yellow flashes illuminated the two warriors as the struggled against one another.
In that instant, Luke Skywalker knew all was lost. He peered deep into the yellowy-red eyes of his nephew and saw nothing but sheer, unbound hatred. The hatred ran so deep it ate at his very soul, corrupting him in every possible way.
Every memory Luke had of the twin's flashed before his eyes. He remembered the day he first spared with them; when he first spared with Jacen. The day Chewbacca died, the pain Jacen had felt, Luke was there to help him soothe it. Everything, every moment pain or sadness loomed over Jacen, he had been there to help in some way...
Luke blinked and felt the Force swirl around him. But where had he gone wrong? Why did Jacen turn?
None of it mattered anymore. Not now, anyway. Jacen delivered a brutal heel into Luke's thigh and thrust the other into his chest, throwing the Jedi Grand Master through the air and into the far wall. It buckled under the impact and Luke fell to his knee's.
"YOU WILL DIE!!" Jacen screamed and sprang through the air. The Darkside prickled the back of Luke's neck as he heard the air whistle around him and instinctively, he called to his lightsaber.
In answered with a roaring snap-hiss and Luke swung the blade in a wide arch, pushing Jacen off balance. He did not see the impact, he only heard it. He heard the wall buckle again in the Force and he felt the pain his nephew was feeling.
It lasted for only one long, agonizing second...
Luke sprang to his feet and whirled around as he clashed blade's with Jacen once more. They moved in masterful weave that took them down the stairs on to the veranda itself. Those fortunate enough to be driving by watched as the Jedi Grand Master dueled a fellow Jedi Knight.
Luke slashed high and wide then twisted, whirling the blade over his head, and slashed low at Jacen's knee. Each time the blue blade was there to meet him and each time it countered.
Luke stepepd back and drew his blade up, blocking slash aimed for his head and eagerly returned it. Jacen ducked, whirling the blade behind his back in an arrogant block and side-stepped whirled, striking for Luke's knees.
Except he was no longer there.
Jacen looked up, seeing Luke pounding from balcony to balcony, running for the rooftops. With a sadistic smile, Jacen gathered the force within him and sprang...
The Sith would rise again this day. Jacen would see to it...
* * *
More to come people! ^-^ What do you think so far?