misdirected passion.

Revan: What do you know about this world?

                                  “I can assure you you are                                   much more qualified to converse                                   with him than I am at the moment.”

    Forth she ambled through thick foliage of midnight tainted greenery, with steep swellings of an opaque eartbound colour pressing boulders and mounds of kashyyykian mud to those nerf hide soles beneath her feet. It would do her no good to further bitch about the likely aftermaths of wasting time——in all honesty, fatigue and tension made her inquire whether their party afforded very little time indeed, or pressure had made impracticable to adopt a slower rhythm.

                                  “And perhaps——                                   That is saying something.”

                  ❝ y'know i hate talking, shan. and if that man attempts to                       talk my ear off, he'll be fodder for the beasties here. ❞

            brown orbs watched their surroundings closely, the itch in his hand never             stopped. killed or be killed. survive or die. these were the words he went by             and they never ceased to hold true for the assassin. kal was hardly phased by             her words, merely looking mildly surprised as a grunt followed. a backhanded             compliment? now that was something. he could almost s m i l e.

                              ❝                           a compliment from you? i don't believe it. ❞

"———-Oh."

She wonders briefly if there was family left for Mithrek, but places that thought aside; it was his business to deal with, regardless what happened— save for if he requested aid.

            what distasteful subjects to find himself and this dear               padawan in. revan shook his head slightly and huffed. it was               something he had come to terms with, but the pain was still               fresh.

           ❝ true power, alek? is that what you believe you have obtained? ❞

                    his other words were disregarded. revan so no truth in this. there                     was more to this and the force whispered in his ear. it spoke the soft,                     sweet riddles so often sung to him… his lips curled briefly in an eerily                     calm smile. such meaningless nonsense came from his old friend’s                     mouth. hah! mouth.

              there was something he couldn't understand. he wanted to know               why he was given these. why it was so taxing on him... but who had               these powers? only him. another expedition out into the deadly sands               of his planet. his hometown ran on these minerals, the ores, and the               precious gems they found out here. yet why was he here? a boy such               as he... he was only ten, yet he had to work out here        his disgrace               of a father couldn't provide for him after all. his abilities... they were               strange, but they provided enough for him and his father to survive. it               was just a matter of how long he'd be at this. those powers put him in               such a state of fatigue, he could hardly move from the ship, let alone sit               up. it was an agonizing peace he felt.

                        ( and the other guards knew this. so why? why could he see                           another monster attacking the expedition? they slacked off. )

                      why was it that the kid was pulling all the weight around here? because                       he was the one with power... images formed in the forefront of his mind,                       the giant worm was back, there were screams, a worker was separated                       from the group, and the worker was breaking for the ship...

                                   brown eyes flashed open at the sound of the ship's door                                    opening. the worm was pursuing... her? the expeditions                                    hardly had any women. no time for trivia !! he was on his                                    feet in scant seconds, arm reaching out to push her aside                                    and into the ship before the large gun in his hand was fired.                                    the strange energy that was bound to him... one shot, two                                    shots, three shots         rapidly fired into the opened mouth                                    of the creature. and it wailed in it's surprised agony. almost                                    a pity these creatures couldn't see.

                      ( how bothersome! )

                                                    his free hand took hold of the mask, a deep breathe                                                     sucked in before a high pitched whistle escaped his                                                     mask. the creature, spurned by its agony, added on                                                     by the sound to disorient it, fled away from the ship                                                     and the expedition. his gun was rested against his                                                     shoulder before he stepped back, gun hitting the                                                     ship's floor and a fist was slammed into the override                                                     for the ship's doors. locking the others out and the                                                     woman in. silence followed.

                 his gaze fell on the woman before he shuffled back to the makeshift bed                  he had made for himself. loud banging began to sound from the doors. he                  knew those guards were going to get onto the woman, probably beat her.                  they didn't treat any of the workers here with kindness, thanks to the guy                  who funded and owned all the expeditions... the guards were just thugs after                  all. the banging ceased after a moment with curses following and he sat                  himself down, brown eyes narrowing briefly before he relaxed back against                  the cool metal. the thin cloth of his cloak barely kept anything out and that's                  how it was supposed to be.

              ❝          w e a k ? you mock me, vision. ❞

                         sanguine hues peered out from beneath his hood, lips drew                          back in a slight glower. what feigned emotion had brought this to                          him? before him stood alek, the man also know as malak, the                          general, the betrayer, the dark lord… such interesting feelings that                          stirred beneath the black waters of his mind. was it pain he was                          feeling? he wasn’t sure. what kind was it? physical? no. mental?                          no. emotional? yes. such an odd feeling.

Are you sane? Where is the shame? A moment of time passes by. You cannot rewind, Who’s to blame? When did it start? Is there a cure for your sickness? Have you no heart?