The path gleams towards you, the waters between continents beckon towards the beauty of you, beyond this walking knees how much had followed... unstoppably, I need it to taste him, to increase the strength of his until I was satisfied. He felt it then, the tremor in the force or was just in me a rising climax calling, pushing my way out onto all other worlds, predestined by The Emperor.
No, it was the wonder for eternal life, the Imperial's class, domesticating the regions into ones own, loving carelessly as an assault that takes over in the strangest night when the assassin was present, positioned to finish. Accepting, how the shape of my body moved in perfectly between the curtains of that window, and there where no lamentations for why he kept them open. I guess that what others would see as sins, seem quiet logical to me, as I was there for no crime but a dictation, easing my walk through that room with another finger in the trigger, deeply tense and ready to shoot him off.
He might never imagine death could come so beautifully posed by the enemies hand, he would have think I was his angel of death, the one who will liberate him from this war and that perhaps the invitation of having another impulse to live again would be in bane.
The entreaty to take me further for this pause, breath, this where the moments when one learns to breath, when nothing else was left and yet I was the only relation to that existing moment, how unavoidable. I held my head higher, arching my back, my breast pronounced as my lowered legs opened one step forward, parting me to find the center. And again, stopped, the coordinate was always simple, you just do it. All I could recall was, for how his body rested in this quiet night. He was not really aware of my presence. Maybe he felt it partially in that part of the force who is not truly awoken. If I could remember his lips, the way they whore formed, it seemed fresh as he had never kissed before, as if my projection never tripped inside his desire, by experience he might had taste rapidly without holding much power and emotion. Again, remembered when he had his opened eyes in Tatonie and walking around his mattress, moved perturbed, his blue eyes now closed, wished to cares his face to take him until his breathing rasped. Lifted my hands, this riffle blaster was meaningless, how could I join him? Even If I shout my name to him and how meaningful it was, he would laugh at me and nothing yet he knows of the powers in the force, in the system. Studied the silhouette of his body with shameless eyes, how he covered him self from being Vader's son with docile pain. I slipped my hand downwards to perceive his skin, so many blockages, so many lies he had in between me for who ever had raise him or though him the way, looked at him contemplating his last day of innocence, rousing the beast who will shift the diversions. Shall I wake him? He is not councious, yet the blood surging through my body was not normal, the inner battle, unguarded with a sleeping demon who beneath his dreams trapped me and suddenly got distracted with his smiling curls. If I could set free from this, what will Palpatine say if he found he is not dead? The funny thing is that Palpatine is dead but he still speaks in my head "Kill him, Kill Luke Skywalker" Many days after that night, will never forget the day of that choice, how it turned me, it began then, pooling, opening questions, walking me repetitive nights through nightmares. An honest to goodness, from the blood sucking vampire of Palpatine. Slowly morphing from Darkness to an awkwardly attraction who repealed me at the same force, every night in my own twisted without moving, that perpetual unchangeable silence, finding that there was nothing I could hold on to after the Empire's fall.
"I hate you Luke, Skywalker. You finished with my Master and the Empire and everything I was." Then the voice of Palpatine tortured me again to finish him. "Kill him, Kill Luke Sky Walker." And something mere was that I could not.
"Its is fine, shhh..." It took a lot time and strength to find my way in this moment, to say something I could hardly not even grasp a word to match another with in my mind, all there it was but another and another aspect without much sense to another, broken, orbits and grant spaces among them where one could jump in and out being crushed out from either side. And split from worlds holding a Sith Holocron found my self out this journey in the Meditation Hall this last two month, Darth Sabrielus had teaching me right from his learning, something no one had truly done.
It was more of an unprecedented meaning in mindfulness and absolute precision to open it, the Sith Artefact held inside its triangle sphere all its ingredients and actually, grabbed it, move that up, move the Sith Matter in your hands, trying to find the right moment, only in the right moment as when all the planets in a single galaxy have an empty road for you to cross over and spun myself around, inside the meditation Hall, where some where present in multiplying silence by the witness. There is nothing more important then feeling you belong, I felt my pilgrim had just started and returning home would mean a stronger mission to hide my powers if I wish the success I had seen in all the worlds to come together a Victory that perhaps I wont feel in my own skin, but for the once of my descendants. In the same way I held the Holocron and memory of the first Sith Adjunta Pall.
From two meters wide, each representative of its own notion set, forgetting the past and future sensing the heaviness of this body seating or standing up, thereof my vision no longer hampered, now I could relax in one place with that sense of ultimate protection nodding to the Master, twisting down my head, sensing my legs crossing inside one's spine up towards the unison. The hollowness of this pain swing my arms as its strengthen accepting the void, holding the Holocron. Down bellow, sense to the side as a Blind Guardian of the Temple watched over his Padawan, the Dark Side had its ways to convey, how polarities can hold the greatest mystery, this great hollowness, you look so depressive my first Sith of all, your core inside this patrimonial cage and now as I become you opening its gate, made a few clicks on the edges of it's corners. And detecting the tests to pass, I remained emptied as a hollow flute where its music could pass, any rejection or want, would make my ego vibrate as the death who seats without a body or mission, I set there in mortifying silence. The apprentice of a Jedi, whom welcome was among Sith presence what we Sith are not afraid off, death, the surrendering of the self to a higher, immortal entity we can pass timelessly through any finite, called the force. Its triangle gates opened. It made me pale but he knew I wasn't absent.
"They will want to be you as the ones I had teach wanted me, they will run to get you tirelessly, they will want your body, dead or alive, your children, if you show remorse, they wont even allow your raw power to surpass them, you must go in exile and from the 5th dimension, pretend everything is well and nothing is that you are doing that will threaten their perversion."
The answear of the force left me in a rush of relief, nothing much was to be said, towering a God like voice it resounded in my spirit to breath again. Why would the first Sith of all, after working its technique for 14 years, vanished for millenniums, trap in time tell me this. A courtesan from the Empire, a delivery asinine, an avenguer. He was too a ghost in the shield freeing from this Holocron wishing me to keep it in a low.
They say that we Siths are the resentment existence of the Jedi Order, that Adjunta Pall was the first who turn their back. Could start sensing how he did on everything . Then the psychic information, downloading through my fingers and hands, its words without a sound passing through me with the same denial, matching secretly with the most macabre plan, identified in me the destine he invested so much in. The amount of freedom and, regret to be cough in it without return and suddenly there it was in my palm and as if I was behind a water fall, could sense the currency of its energy falling down, vaporous blending with antic dust and a warm welcoming and attractive ambient inside my heart, yet so raw.
Its gates closed, my face clenched and my limps drawn back in pain, obliterated of conscious thought, an holocron resting in my hands. He knew his place his place in the Galaxy, he knew everything. I realized that regardless of what happened, time will tell me how much it will be prolonging to duel any longer than necessary. From the most primitive imaginable reason towards the future.
That memory could hold together for ever and stood up willingly. "I will return to the past to have my children back, stop time." Shuddered, the others were starting a Snoke now as he started to move and I squeezed my hands onto this curse, until my muscle bleed. I could feel his soul closing down, as love can turn dark, and this contaminated version of a hidden woman. An horrific smile moved at first from him, as if my Exile will bring him everything from the Unknown Legions. I wished I could shout inside the ocean, into the empty mountains, had seen it all again and again would return as if nothing had happen and in my quest to stay, he said go.
(Some how will relate this story from the future as a memory, now I remain in a Story Line in Corriban known as Moraban planet, a land of the Sith)
After recovering in the Death Star III from long days and weeks of sleep in ultra trance, unable of returning back to my body, for the clashes between Siths and Jedis where more then physically but energetically wounded my shielded perceptions, a revolving psyche as the collision of particles flowed through the Universe, nothing easy to come back in ones body. Now, recovered with that seem to be an impossibility to wake up and stand in my feet, there I was in a world far, far in the future holding an Holocron when I had seen them landing and walking through the Valley of the Lords.
"Ok this insects really think they can kill me with that, when I could either shoot it with this gun or crush it with this hands" Oncea fertile world, it angered me to an extend knowing our capabilities had redundancy of supreme power, but it all went through the wars not establishing not believing in me Mara Jade, a world of man indeed what ever Light or Dark. Between the gravitational pull and the struggle between those who could listen the shouts in this world and was attracted to the dark side, could perceive the need of those who entered to get a grim out of it. Moving closely in hide, sneak down on my knees, securing the Holocron behind my back bag, with an espionage eye, bited my lower lip consuming a saliva who joyfully released its fluids, what ever worldthis alien was coming from it remind me a story I nearly forgotten from my origins, when I was Nike, the Goddess of Victory and aided Diana in all her battles with the Amazons.But, wait, this was so long ago, the civilization did not yet emerge with the Greeks, but starting to co-exist as humans from a pre evolutionary movement.The Altanteas nothing knew in controlling the creatures from under the water, the specimens who altered out from its darkness for a prey.
Diana, Wonder Woman was there as Kara thrust her sword forwards before a battle field, i was yet to remember. What are we fighting for, when Chaos reigns, when Humanity seems to be lost before its pending lagoon, and its waters still seem to be emerging from its deluge. But that was moment. I need it to focus, and got out my drive, steeping forwards where I was more of a human being, at least I was attracted to fight wear beauties, you had to accept them to confront them, you had to come down in the arena, stumbling down the sand, presently found my self reaching up with one hand, winced as I took the measure of spotting everyone in the field. "Come on Diana, is gonna get wild!"
Then recalled for my mother Styx a titan warrior who had leped us from her stolen heart, that was if she had one, but it doesn't really matter who she was, but what she given us that day, she gabed us the power to hate and stop with the power of rage everything we did not want, we did not want to depend with anxious shouts, or to surface the Black Lagoon with cancerous smiles as if everything was fine and we shall look up as if there is a cloudless sky. She appeared that day from the smokes who flamed around her body, a body who rose from the Underworld.
She shouted to the Warrior Woman and Specially Diana, who I was siding. "Every one of them will hunt you down! and fight you in order to not belong the beauty you best own, have them bellow your feet if you want them to evolve!." She shouted feverishly, shaking her arms around her body and up her hands as her head twisted towards the creatures with terrifying hatred. "They will not only sabotage woman, and mothers, but children in misery too in their ruling taxes and many lovers or indulgences! Bringing Chaos, sickens, poverty for their greed braking everything even against their own, with this an overpopulation of death down my river Styx of the Underworld."
The people from Atlantis where not aware and never wanted believe fully in the Amazons, they had never seen the creatures that where holding out from their shadows, the left overs of their creations, monstrous creatures of wear freaky beauty, trying to get out from their everlasting hunger. They would fight us to protect their pride and honor, unwillingly to change to curse of the future. I shouted to the distance to Diana, as the air started to breath salty and the and surface shifted the sand in their walk. "Diana, Kara! Amazons of the World, they are coming!"
The Valley of The Dark Lords, Planet Korriban. Before The Merge
Across the Galaxy from Koros Major entering through the spacial plains of Horuset system passed a few days and a pair of weeks watching its constellation and studding before steeping on the world of Korriban it's Heights where not abandoned yes, well in a psychical socially economic system it remain a ruin, the Sith species ruled their Force and powers through the handcraft of it's Temples, materialising for the Immortality. Now days what they called supernatural is just basic science, anyhow the elevation on space had me mentally sitting among the possibilities with in this Shuttle.
Only the Nightmares I had curl from and thrill in sweat to overcome the agony directed me here, If I could escape from The Emperor Palpatines command in my mind to assassin Luke Skywalker, I wasn't the right hand of his to jark him off, I was not tired but sick of going as an undercover dancer to use my body as weapon, eliminating the rubbish and left overs of the Empire for the future generations of the First Order to be taken seriously.
Too much information to explain the dark strings of the separatist, the wants of the Empire with them and the mission for me to take the son of Vader, but I could occupied the planet in the outer right, I could do that with enough space to digest the condense power of directional death who surrounded and entered me, only when the execution was release, he would leave me alone and I hated him for that, the idea of belonging repealed me from the last core. Breathing at last, sensing my burned body remembered the times he took me away my family, so young.
Okey, now, at least I HAVE A FEW CONTROLS. "How do I land here" Asked trough the monitors. "There must be a key code to onset the Data, the bio metrics shall guide me and the ashes of my intuition to worship the way." Listening well. "Yes, it must be in the Tomb of the first Sith and Lord." Could believe in first person how he turned away from the arrogance of the Jedi Masters who hidden such powers to them own disciples, hum! "Activating the Merge, the one they had war to avoid, and why now, why?" With cautious care, understood repeating his words concluded, turning it off to bring immediate action an action that served me in a few hours, months to digest. "Alright, the Universe has Expanded now, let me proceed, cut and clear."
My body soars quietly and feelingly, that this was the best time to managed a trip of my own with any obstacles, the dense darkness filtered through the shielding of the Shuttle's Radio, slowing down the transmission and cutting it to an end, while it touched ground in completeness. On my own now, coming out to sense the only attachment I had, my lightsaber. Not to fight, to be guided by the invisibility Dark side of the Force and only.
Manipulating the Force always had you with a feet on front and trust me many will do everything and anything to misguide you and the whole, and you must achieve respect for them doings and let them shift shape in circles, meanwhile, one must advance facing to the soul of matter, that we call the Darkness.
The Onset Data, was created in capital letters, actually you had to study many decades non stop to the many lives of the Sith Archives and bring it to experience as a remake. IN THIS the psychical death of Ajunta Pall could morph within the psyche and body from the distance, but it was in his ancient pillar where the anger for the sub morphing became real, and it was the most difficult coding to read out the origins of the first Sith. Its memory freed out from the unknown dense air throughout this matter without the need of human or electronic sensors, the soil of this world had already much mineral conductors in its gravity to direct.
Had no time to depict the area, as the Sith Academy hanged in from the both clif, you could still watch the past of them shouts and how they gave them selfs to learn through out the tortures, to learn from pain, to levitate from the very pits of suffering, to watch forcefully without been controlled by fury out the goodness to see the possessions in need behind the manipulated scenes in a state of let go. Down the valley, where Kings memorials was taken by Jedis and thanks to him, the first Dark Lord of the Sith massive tomb elaborated to remain through the times of space through all of us, waiting, passively, murkily silent, matching the meeting point I was coming from.
Coming down touching the periphery of them walls, perceiving its pulse walk within its corridors possessed in it, the downfall of the Lords scripted in the stone had experienced specially when sinking down and dipping my fingers till the end of the reading who was fine in craft out its stone, it contained me with complete motion to kneel down knowing how close could the obscure guidance be so hidden. Had radar the many times the use of his edging swords for the emancipation of his power. It was in the barrage, so unsolicited to give in. A trick against his own, as all others. The alignments of my body and positional conquer over the informational treasure became trapped to be rescued from, it gunfired at me, broadsiding away the stability of my legs by its turned energy, for a second could deliver the information duplicating within my receptors to be taken.
As an occult assassin, he participated in my action as well for the sins who printed my beauty and the many vehicles I could pilot till the Last Jedi. Is then how the atmosphere changed to a larger page of his history to be free, for the eternal hatefulness was his to collide with.
The Borderlines of both Universes, its multiple particles, its heroes and villains. Mineral Lights trembled to be reawaken, the Republic little knew of immersing the switch.
There was a numbing effect in the venomous pelko bug, it was a but native to this planet used in the Sith training, he was the one who created the Law of Two too, he could overcome any toxic as well I did, but after the Cold War and it's fires, somehow now connected to what he worked in the last decade of his life to pass on. The pestilence revived as well, I believe he did not want me to find him in the shape of burial ground to face the last memories of an end.
Putting down my arm, by the click at the corner of a brick, slashed out its rocky stone opening it's marble by instinct, found his Holocron, again a decade of studies before his death to achieve this technique he had in it. In pursue of a mobile shouted enraged as the time loosened my last resources, "Come on! Evil never dies. Come on, I just want you to use me through it, give it to me!" The same magic caused the memory of his entombed body to rise, could feel how much he wanted to kill me so I could get what he truly was about. Standing bare naked without a body of my own to be corrected, for him to become alive or, what else could he have anyhow. "What common guidance I will serve for if you are not out?" The entire prestige of his described his home world in a tongueless manner one could shelter with, the beginning of how his teachings drove the Siths to a success, he will not want to be mastered by me as he followed down in a low, the particular left overs of fire and several mutilations on his last breath conformed strongly to my site at the vision of him watching me down, as the Trial of Fire was passed, still smoking.
By example, he sacrificed him self by the Law of Two he created ending to a death by his own disciple, a woman. And here I was standing up as he rose the flames of an endless sickening divinity who still persisted over 5 millennial BBY.
"You have waited all this time and now the happening is here, stop hiding Adjunta Pall. I will die under the poor oxygen is left by the merging of your revelation."
His tomb was constructed by the Jedi Exiles, you must stand firmly towards the 100 years of darkness who build the Valley of the Dark Lords, and not just that but his legendary sword and what the Empire Suffered. The Republic's leader Supreme Chancellor Pultimo was the one who executed for the destruction of this Valley, and count more, and he prepared to well guard his secrets beyond deep meditations. His sarcophagus had welcome plenty of skilled thieves as well, some selected by his own order. Sinister the cool inward thrill who showed no emotion a purging desire just to wanted my body dead. How did I come here without doing any excavation, any rite either, I just stood holding on instructed by the truth it self, "Could it be modified, do you want me to modified the truth you carry. Is only in the coding of your first name the worth to turn the origin of true power on not the Holocron tricks."
Nothingness that spotless power of broken chains where the force is ultimately free had me gaining strength for him to recover his passion to communicate me the lie who defines peace from one another. In the conflict to better my self, a deeper nature of violent attacks persecuted me, I was perhaps naive to know. Yes, we had the machines in each planet, the artefacts to turn the manipulation of minds on, but would we be ready for the Merge of both Universes?
Ruthless shaped towards the light his face turning the memory of colours between his skin and skull, aggravated from the fundamental ruling of seekers finding each other, not the in the spheres of stagnation. To the most evolved sentient I had ever feel and could not replace, how many had murder to be here, how many did he.
Without strife, becoming the hunting prey, victory had no meaning to be catch, it was then how he guided me to take the Holocron. As a bridge to him, kneel between the unspoken, among the fatal detonations of toxic in the vicious area, among the recovery of the self to its virtue, had kneel for half an hour discovering the internal mission in which the story lived to be turned on.
The sand and debris brushed through the dried winds leaving no spectator, how mournful and intense too the sandstorms who duelled trough the hit day as his spirit confronted, so hardly damage still existed to rush for the continuation of the Darth Lords to command the Merge expedition. I then took the Sith Holocron with me to have it protected against unwanted handily bargains and the living zombies who duel in here too, it belonged to perpetuate the darkest instinct, some called the Sith Artefact.
In a sudden was given the notice from the Mega Death Star Destroyer, The Supremacy that non solicited visitors, thieves would be entering our world, a world of the real Sith where those they had seen as orphans remained under a miserable severe doctrine of it's Academy.
(ooc: I appreciate no drama of any kind in how ever form away from the withins of the story it self. Thank you)
From numerous counsels that orbited my scheme had breakfast in bed while admiring the constellation above me and a companion.
"This spaceship is quite a thing, we work and rest from each as pleased, mingle and still how puzzling."
Moving around the objects who prepared me for the day, placing them here and there could admire how far experience and the achievements had gotten, placing the cups in its place and the leftovers in the auto recycler fueling, had present with pain all the obstacles who as well rejected me to be on this plan. It clenched arduous in my chest with restrictive details forming and deforminng and yet as had to inhale produced in me a right liberation of acceptance, now all these things defined the work.
With curiosity after the shower dropping the towels and dressing up with the daily uniform, part by part covering my body in black in a zig zag thought in wonder for the instructions of my Perfil conclude for the program in me. My companion rested in relax conform with one eye open and one closed one arm robotic and the other not, a commander of this fleet. This deep silence held me for the day seen past the yesterday's Siths and to the failure of an apprentice who left his training had concluded to reaffirm my uniform and continued with my tasks.
The sides of the gates drawn away from each other while walking through, my steps as a knitting spider guarded the passage to attack and was not yet present in this corridor and could feel it vulnerable unfolding as the continuation of each corner made me round, could sense Kylo Ren had walked this path in my feet.
Not in the way I had last found myself. Hated those rebels who mocked the mystery of the breathing under his mask, could still get his oxygen in me purging my forward for their innocent ignorance. Parting from each content, allowing to be followed by itself by the obscure spirit. For those who knew the gaps in between and for the sides just a few inches smaller before the end, stop. Arriving into Snoke's chambers.
Those Imperial Guards remind me of the past as they did in me not move to take an advance, it was foreseen in their order as the opening of this area remained for some as offerings or opportunities who are still available, for me it left quite open onto the unknown.
15n minutes passed, one hour and a half in planet earth, if I had set down or who was I was not a question, there was no movement compared as in the Meditation Chambers, the living of your expertise sucked into a pot of deathfulness who welcomed you to navigate beyond your mastering achievements and the suffering of letting go pierced with debates as had witness the species art of conflicts in the galaxies, political, military debates, aliens and heroes all those enquiries claimed in the surface as an aberration to the Supreme Order. And, yet without answers a tedious peacefulness pimped the ride as the senses settled, centering for the chance of his appearance.
Leaning down with hands drop on the floor, manifested surrender, a lost of great cost and cause who poured my soul and psyche to grasp his concealment, was not still aware of the program I had inserted within my body, all those electric nano-sensors as the wire maping net in my brain who drown me so near here.
Could define the protons in the air of this hall, the electrical change in magnitude, greater than the electrons. They randomly speed chaotic with a number of interconnections before the building of hypothesis for a coming reality and how they shaped him, then as a new life faced before my breathing pulse had halt up, meters up visualizing his shadowy presence who first blurred until the last protonic layer. He had the most advanced technological knowledge, had felt by body as a baby before straightening, forge my knee up basing my feet to stand up for the first time at him as his entity represented The Empire, a mystery school who involved revealing no concealment muted in this next 15 minutes.
A Torus movement of geometrics swelling through transparency of this plain circled, had seel my eyes closely in a divine burning rage it was difficult to explain the enquiry, if you had kinesthesia who is an awareness of the position of the movement, one of the senses could not see really or touch, less smell his surprised subtly lowering forward, teased for the absence of finding me a mobile.
"I'm Nike from the Greek driver to Victory, the Victory urger, inciter of Victory from the North Sigdr�fa. Had sense the force about to land in Planet Balmorra before the times detonate the last Jedi, yet is the new ones. Just can't wait for the New Order what is happening to me? You who knows them rightly and brings us true..." Snoke's scenario for the Knights of Ren, given this generation, gave me much interest, he knew the program that coexisted in me and I believe that the suspense could hold the engineer of my brother Zelus, not me who was ready to point at this direction.
(The series of my stories have no relation with no other in role play.)
Chemicals of sulphuric dust flew blending its transforming mixtures in the air, submissive pressing the oxygen, could detect the substance overflowing in spirals, flipping as well and in the lower areas a think molten lava of fluorescent crimson who drew closer down and deeper from the main gate, that peculiar thick slow motion, who burn in perpetual nuclear cycle of burning without ends.
The attraction of the nature in this planetary fields was not of such as the Sun in its Galaxy, I was sent to the trial of Fire to burn my pain, an eternal pain who contained Nightmares and agitated my nerve system, not scared by pride enough to sustain it without letting it go. I knew what Palpatine wished from me, he wished me to succeed and Kill Luke Skywalker. You see, I'm of those woman who had move History and have never been depicted to the public as such. It's no convenience in females who posses no servility, who can't be domesticated, who are unconditional in to the accord.
It was back in time when I had discovered the tomb of the now Snoke, his disciple murdered him in his sleep and broad him here so his soul could not escape the burn and reveal the secret of Immortality, those words hunted me deeply in my mind, The Emperor's voice, Palpatine hated the New Order, he knew that somewhere in the confines of this Universe. I had managed to take the corpse of his master out from this realm of consummating greed, for scientific experimentation, to bring Snoke the wise back, away Palpatine's rejections to glorify him self.
On the other side of the Light Luke was obsessed with my outcome, to be seen as a married man with a woman of independent power, it would diminish him to reveal this truth to the world and to trust her as well, but hiding truth, he was used of hiding his very most beauty as well, or share it open hearted for the shine of the whole, for a very long time as woman are to compile to do if wish to have a man near I had to accept.
Could understand there was not love enough for me and my the continuation of the importance in my work, for that I had seen and freed our children as a sacrifice to avoid death and trauma, to not carry the burden of that tag yet, a last name that would curse them with out finding who they was deep inside before anything. I would be there in them minds, all they need it was to look and learn, look and use, undo and do, redo it again.
Love was a lower form of what I had envision for them, that loneliness who is found in a state and memory I had, that beauty I had once for them, they will cherish them in their oneness, never forgetting the true origins. The last name could come latter, once form beyond anyone's emotional glutted system, to see, act and cut straight in the matter.
Innocent from all this rotten Skywalker history, specially for those who surrounded Luke and heighten his ego, they will be the first to keep the fight against their very ones, where in my perspective the Mystic of the Obscure was totally misunderstood for their own advantage, that we know as the Dark Side of the Force. My ulterior power who moved the strings not the fires, the fire who erodes the foundations of corruption and abuse, they are sins, pure energy for those who learned the fine judgement in how to use its fuel, letting it burn by it self.
Herd shouts and screams, shadows on the pilgrimage of the wrong doers, how lousily frighten was to be discovered in such areas of revelation, when we knew, but lies fall down leaving the spirit bare naked, carnivorous for desire of power burning away the fake applications to the self, a savage hunger who doesn't stop the sins in all the animations of opponents for polar greed. This polarities are to be one and rotate as man and woman do when making love as one heart pumps the same blood in and out. An less is porno, gets stuck without looking deep into the eyes, the eater of men, distortions, as the eater of woman, distortions.
Gazing down watched how all those people I had to present faded down my skin burning away.
Have watch while walking from a Multi Universe Window, that such species Have also love or like.
It all seem reddish, hotted red to me in the same land. Millenniums of oppressed material transforming in each layer down to this legions forming the same level where I walk it's sky.
The Trials of Fire to the Sith, as to the ancient Yogis who walked on fire in order to separate the detectors of pain who shoot an alarm to the brain to fear and move away in order to protect, this is how the Jedis worked, Ignoring in what they call compassion from the distance.
First of all it was your own pain who burned not what others did to you, just to be witness that something was outside burning would be a facade and dissociation, the power with in the sense of the burning, could see it, could feel the deep cremation incinerating me with out causing the harm, the witnessing became stronger. Uncountable regenerating cells per second rushed with a constructive protection of thick temper who accepted the burn without fighting it, standing walked without wounds to the existing suffering, without weakness to the living pain, it was more of a freedom who related to pass the abominable acts of fire, then to be stuck in judgement.
Could feel it inside of me as in the outside growing its own elites, coexisting to never be burn again while burning, how difficult would it be to understand, right? To be consumed by the energy it self in a continuous flame because, how could you burn the eternal fire? Its already burning it self, there was no resistance in me to watch its fume.
Snoke told me to watch the trial of fire and remain present, that to watch the martyr would be so painful to the tyrannic paranoia of been found that there would be no other excuse nor fear to return a side to it, only If I had pass the trial of Fire without a word of blame on no other, my figure would be enough.
Snoke knew that the highest sacrifice was the self, after your children, after your woman or husband, after a new born, a child, a virgin, your people, a cow, a sheep, a chicken. Each gift was higher, but no higher gift when you give your self to the cause, because you are stronger to achieve something of your own, something you innocently believe purely in, you was there in some areas of the self witnessing on stages of mediation, and this for chosen to live it.
Some times is the connection you have with something that turns you vividly on, it becomes part of you, nothing is wrong in its venture, the heat of the fire escapes irradiating in everything around for its fuel to come closer to move, not to close at the begun, it spits away because it needs to approach gradually, elegantly you could admire its nature before its coming with the fire it self, the pain is unavoidable, is actually wanted to be listen and understood, the impossible, the burning of the flesh, the separation of the skin, the voltage of a system and its breakage, could even listen it's breathing whisper as my own.
That leering expression on my awkward face, remembering the books of knowledge who was burned as well, and I knew and was, remembering that remained in my body from my belongings, the carriage, the punishment to have love and want, the torture of belonging to ones gifted creation, it humbled you to burn away. The dry ambient made you breath expansively for all they had to suffer, the works I could in renouncing, will be the works of them burden.
"Who did this?" The shouts in agony shocked those who passed through the Trial of Fire "What is the cause to all this fire" Thoughts of horror. "How could you do this?" Some youth smoking till death in the horizons of this planetary legion, could sense their proximity and getaway without been present. Their families and beloved shouted wishing to bring them back, they birth them and yet could not control them given an age.
I was aware from the distance, while passing, my skull had slightly caved in watching my feet, my skin fallen without showing the soothing beauty, no desirable lure. "Will I die? for how long have I given my self? Will I get out? I don't want to belong to The Empire, an avenger burning."
It felt so powerful the damage that it touched immortality, a peaceful end of satiety, could watch from 360 angle the limitations of everything who used to form me, who shaped my technical movement to cooperate as a part, there was not much I asked, it burned away fading, becoming useless, burning, stooping to exist in me, it burn eternally before coming to exist, it weren't really matter, the madness, the values, the supreme and the inferior, the yes and noes, the compositions and results, I will survive from this, I'm not what they say, it was a trap, I refuse to walk back into such calamity.
My children will never see what I have witness, they wont need to be free from pain or to forgive it nor understand such nature, they will improve cutting it from the begun with intimidate ecological thought. They will walk the fires with me, and not because is their only alternative to feel progress, I'm a poor spiritual woman working among the worldliest riches, filled with action.
A hideous turn, it was horrible everywhere I turned, more then broke, there was nothing in me left to burn, removed, if there was a memory from tears that would have been last year and it was pitiable to be me, the Pilgrimage of a Sith. Had turn again, to find my self going back in shape, it glimmered my mind quite high, as a snake it tighten my new skin tighten my body with arousal. I have been here before taking the corpse of Snoke, this time there was the nothingness shout, deeper then the flat pits of the void, so underground at the centre of a nuclear oven who is cooking it all around.
"I'm Mara Jade" and still could silent out the flames his voice, "I want to be free and kill no one for no one." I may know how my family teared apart, was I truly present? Where you truly present?"
No one will harm me as much I can figure out the flames inside of me who still exit, feeling lighter could not support any others. Power became a higher Force, that Force the only power who turned me on, how many days and weeks will it take, how many months, again to see you. It was a gift, it's still a gift you are my children. It seem impossible to bring this words to actions as I prayed before the Trial of Fire in my last sense of Judgement. "If get out of here to make it work, you will see me triumphant, be prepared that I will give you success out my vengeance."
(I will be writing monologue stories in my free style,
not so reasonably boring to the average as before.
I'm writing the style I enjoy most to me.)
The Experimentalist
It was interesting to me how Mara appeared before Buddha's enlightenment, before his death making him postponed by the fear of letting go humanity and in his death too, to let go fear it self, his fear of been taken.
I need it to see the adjunction of the fields as in the adjunction field theory. I was overcoming right now, there was so much travel that it took a greater amount of energy for me to set the ongoing program and capture the movement towards success, you know all those endorphins who stimulate the self once the target is shoot. It wasn't easy to digest, when have I made it easy?
It was part of the path of the Sith and to me specially becoming impossible be next to the erector and ruler, I was becoming too powerful, he was inside my mind still, could say I was inside his but need it more silence then all his consuming fabulous rubbish, his power remained a stringed phenomena and the development of fragmentising realities within the self of the cosmos in order to obstruct his manipulative sadist mindfulness who sucked your whole being and placed you in a stuck trap of his, to serve him would bring more distance for me. There is no need to entangle my self with the experiment who exceeded his expectations. Desire, recognition, managed his instructions, the possession of evil as an addiction he was feed from. In this form the Colonies grew stronger by the First under the slogans of protection, order and harmony.
He would come for you, use methods and tactics the Masters Siths and Darth would know, as you evolved you had to fear your power now succeeding his would determine your own death.
Alone defined by infinity, in the past I was after death, now I was before it as murder machine called Victory in some planets in others many other names who meant nothing to me, could enter as a phantom unseen, walking among any as one of them behind the scenes, the average was so empower in whom they was, this for my entrance and escape became easier.
It was in the scriptures that only the mind of a Buddha could recognise the approach of Mara, not only in a meditative state before death but among others as well. I was depicted to be seduce him, but in other cults they feared me away to take him for my advantages against humanity. It was truth that non of this mattered to me, perhaps the last lesson of all for whose noble acts couldn't defeat death in me, becoming the deathless himself as the experimentalist and only there then could pass.
But what Jedi or Sith acknowledges this, they look in other sources of power. Why was perceive as an Evil trying to obstruct the enlightenment of a Jedi? Why couldn't I just transform it into something more efficient. Something no other had discover, how evil is fear, how hatred to the unknown, how much is the lack in the trap for those who addressed me as Mara the Victorious.
Some times, I would seat back in fount light cocooned by darkness non to be found too near, as the sun to his system it's elite was need it, other wise would burn you if not taken the energy of the Ray's momentum, would remain still breathing the existence of eternal bliss, quite dark may say, very dark its inner consummation, at this, they will all die without knowing the true forces behind The War within the Stars, not even the spectators could applause to such immoralities and hidden science. This time the story was mine the force calling my name hinted every cell of the composure of my body, not only once or twice but as receptive mantra. At the begun there was a slight indirect suggesting me to follow the small trace, as more evidence there was disposed the more I could enter to make the kill for the communal wealth to flow.
It did not matter how the curse showed, it did and that was all that mattered, it was unavoidable, such forces are intentionally made by the experience it self, not the pretentious. Finding a complete inability to perform with others, deprived of explanation and how surprised I was to discover that I could manage this difficult step as well as others. Cast away by my own choice to free my self for important things to master. What I considered Important of course.
Could see the field extension, while pressing the leather into my hands, a finitely extension, they all had its rational generation, it has its own transcendental generalisation of a finite. There I come, the sub-extension consist of me bringing the elements onto the other side of the self, operationally. Kill or you aint a Sith.
For this reason the field of rational extension gave me a hell of a trips in other words the adjudication of any set could give me the movement of the act. While watching the lightsaber remembered the blood of those families, and mine. I was taken by an emotional ambivalence and thirst for the unknown power, because they had taken me away from my family. Cheap psychology, but it was fair to play the game with the same amount of what was given.
Taking the Lightsaber onto my hand, the radiation pulled the light up emancipating the necessary bits of curving movements, as had swing it back and fore while waving it above my head and around the side, virtually capable of understanding the future in this present field. Nor less then the almost superhuman.
Flexing my legs down a number of times and sliding my feet across, observant perceived a greater obstruction of traditional forms and its rhythmical cycles on account of the forms of it's body, omitting with the softies power random of silhouettes in the air to activate the subjects to practice deeper mediation and self awareness onto the whole, which is its spirit, the exact structure of my movements radiated the truth of a poet and splendour of an imaginary skilled assassin, as those who sharpen the ends sculpting the stone. I kept banging my sword into the air with perpetual symmetry a sacred geometry who shaped its parameters.
Pain seems to specifically activate a region known as the cingulate cortex, the limitations or the bridge, the temporal parietal junction, orbitofrontal cortex and ventral striatum are also through to play a role in the production of emotion. In other words, every orbit had an oval shape, more of an eclipse was an oval, one of its curves was smaller then the other, it was here where the focus was slightly frontal. Meaning, is here where the story, movement goes. In some patterns in pairs, to the rational of opposites, in others by communal masses, and in the lower set automatically.
I could fight forwards and never leave my back, but the target pointed where my pain came from, not where the joy of player was, those things made the masses to follow, the social, the politically correct, I was not here to bother on such terms, my freedom couldn't be orbitofrontal, locating the base of acts above the orbits in social and emotional behaviour. It came from an underworld source, an enigma to be discovered, and once granted pass to be purchased for gain.
I'm was not here for any other it would slower my mission, understanding this continued to practice the exercise of the last breath, watching the ends of each formation and field in something others would think is abstract, in something only experience could explain better. Letting go of my fears, the shouts of all evil, the lyrical forms in which I was conceived, waved the lightsaber going back in time a dramatic measure of an epic life, I had once with my family. And stoping ejected the idea, because sought to kindle a harmony in thoughts and its decadence. As seek to transfuse from one field onto another the creations of the poet died, leaving me with nothing but with the power on.
Placing the luxurious instrument back, thought of my characteristics the excessive indulgence in pleasure I had on a peculiar versification. For me it's still a mystery to reveal the name of the next victim. You see the instruments who cuts for what is wanted to shape your existence, it takes you places, it gives you a strength and sacrilege discipline, it honours you with a respect only you can handle.
The radiation through the darkness was not a metaphysical conceit, the darkness is political, when it comes to light it has created it form from the unknown. The dark side mounted the force who hacked their way with swords through the crowd, killing every of its past in it its pass an converting it into it's own curse of futuristic victories, against any other. How betrayed, to the misconception of the small minded to the big secret of morals called love, that beautiful feeling who holds no challenge, that safety bondage who responds to its loyalties.
Getting ready for an other trip, need it to go that horrible fortress and get all the munitions, camouflage or not, I had set all the nodes of the map ready, its passages, its guards, its entrance ready before embarking. Not all leading woman are created equal, as I found my self in the set motion once again, sited the direction before my forehead. The advocate of the devil had all his meetings granted ready to present the portfolio and evoke justice to the Ministry of Multi Universal Galactic Relations. My name was there as an other behind a great source, they will look at the volume to their prestige and connectivity using the resources of the force into their power. I was just the name of the passage to it, my hidden gain to the game. Driven to a destine that I yet had to modified, traveling for the next field to harvest its adjunction, the next death will widen the area for my entrance, premeditated with zero surprises.
Arriving at the planet, suggested "No! We wont follow, nor confront, we will show legal pass and transfer the power back. No other alterations to disturb the progress." The work is for the graduated, those are a threat. As invisible and naive the paper work had been presented, to show no threats the Judgement bowed with positive signals for its process to be opened. We had cities, over planetary industry, the right hand will shake without arguments for the transactions and its ends.
"Now, we must find where the innumerable data is to be hidden. It wont take off in the public affairs, the Artefact of Manipulating Minds shall be controlled by the strongest theorist and experimentalist coding brain to dominate the masses. Strong enough to keep it on." My crew listened, not that they need it much theories and explanation.
There was nothing to wonder about, we had a dictation order to think and process information, we was the emissaries of the void, I will find every Sith on the journey and kill him if it doesn't cooperate. Those who have no brain shall be eliminated from the face of this earth, you see, you had to do everything to save them, to make them feel love, you even had to give them imagination so they lived their greatest adventure, but no you could not give power to a mind who had no elevation of its own.
"Did not come here to mingle up an other theory, have came here to take what is mine, what my experience has given." How could they know what was mine, they opened the gates understanding that was enough for the abilities they could do for, the procedures was granted, the shields on my both sides granted, they guarded my steps, accepting those who was the workforce for what they invested their times for, they had manipulated Senates and Consuls, universally, because all others had accept, the wider the Orbits, the Wider, the better. The process had been a hit, my next step, the power source to turn it on.
A long time ago on a the served plains had find myself with an effort no more valuable then wanting to be with my self, every Sith knew that it's work was not found in a master but in ones own, alone. The precious minerals out this planet, I knew them well and would kneel down taking a rock and with savaging eyes throw it against a bigger one, it would crack in two, it always did, never in peaces, then leaning down towards the soil where it landed could see the quartz inside them, anger, frustration, the perpetual predator inside my blood finding the scattering of forces before a conclusive battle.
Compromised by traitors and saboteurs, had watch the purple crystals inside the rock touching the outer light for the first time as the sensation of my palm cupped with an aggressive beauty of its own, the impulse that covered, the hand that broke its shielding mystery out the impeding trial. There where thousands of them rocks around, with a single point of a meditative mind had let my palm open my fingers letting them tips thrilled emancipating the darkened force of death, murder, kill, the rock floated into a new dimension, from the 3rd dimension of opposites directly onto the 5th, and there was plenty more yet, for the lowest cast to crack their minds into the new ability of facing the fatal mastery of the death and let go.
It's shimmery rock, revolved around, my hand pulled back and forcefully impulsed its levitation further crossing over an other realm, I wished to faint down illuminating water on a pond, rippling waves as it fades down to never be seeing again, for its treasures are great for those who dig in the naked skin, vulnerable, fragile, so important to the laws of resurrection. how could you rebirth without touching death, before jumping onto the unknown. So greedy the cowards who play nice, I will have your misery shouting in my hand obviously tighten for the physical pleasure of your lower self wanting to skip the venture. I will find your suffering between the lines of your lies.
There was no Queen of the Void, perhaps an other clone of those who intents to make an other step through the masses of darkness, oblivious to the realities of the worlds could focus beyond deception, into the lands of chaos, random misty winds on the earthly pleasures of this natures caressed deeply the unexpected opportunity of ones mastering self.
SCAR Sergeant mention to fear my powers to the Empire and to over power, of course if Vader was an other apprentice and Palatine would never share his immortal secrets to me or Vader, I had to find them my own, questioning no one. It was then that the Mara Jade of me left The Empire and even her Husband into the obscurity, the unseen.
Those less fortunate who could not use the divine rage in the acts of the air would hide their names with a punctuating sorrow, with the inability to come on rights, the true would push their darkest pit, as much the Jedi would force to be perfectly bright and humbly wise to learn, there was a pessimistic vengeance pulling them towards the war of the Sith, they need it this path of clashes, more then boring till death admirers.
I was a woman, a fatal fem, one with clarity enough to see your weakness unable to raise a power you don't have, the forging path of my legs among this field created a braking through unwisely wrath for the Jedis mind and the sound of the elements had crashed out my voluptuous lips with an energetic black magic, mentioned ancient words unequivocally attracting to me all the failures under my wings. The cape could carry the mystic, vent out by the walk its enchanting winds. On the last hour, and the last dance as the last day of your life had travelled through the times for you to come, betrayer of all, wanting power from all. Hear my hurtful words of truth, pretender of the light.
I was happier to be myself as a fountain of dreams who turned into reality, could understand every dynamic, yet unseen, he hated my power, I could transfer a vision of the expandable Universe, I was the untold Story who would never fit the screen. Closely grasped the hood down letting it reveal the reddish hairs that once had bloomed into fire, repeat my words not.
On the path had find an adult boy a young man sleeping on the ground, his arduous blue eyes woken by my pass, he was covered by blankets perhaps he had been there many days in a state of catatonic space, it was tranquil to protect from the traumas, his golden curls who stood up as a crazy genius rouse me to stop brightening into his madness. His muscles shocked wanting company and at the same time its pale skin contracted separating any reality.
My observing qualities drove me into admiration, lost in a world of no return, inclined myself into my knees touching the ground, piercing my nails above his aura while holding the blankets up, he murmured without sounds, could hear well.
He was waiting for his death and surprisingly felt my body curling next, under the rug of its cloth and this sky, had walk inside his cocoon cuddling slowly, breathing the absence of his living hood into something higher, renouncement. He wasn't afraid, he lost it all by will, no commodities, on his own, alone, so ready for the darkish side of the force. Had caress his torso, his pulsations rapidly started to come down at home, my caring home as opposite walls sheltering the outer orbits of the communal psyche, his past experience didn't mind to be taken. So sweet and pure as morphine.
Could barely hear by it's covered unconscious trigger, a trigger that would backfire so easily till the reach of finding him here. "What is the strongest vengeance in which you would hurt me?" There was fear in him, the trembling of an inner laugh showed as a pervert does finding no answers to this present.
Failure hung over the young man like a dark cloud. He'd come half way across the galaxy from a frozen world called Hoth looking for the great Jedi Master Yoda. The Force Ghost of Obi-Wan Kenobi told him to go here while he was freezing to death outside the gates of safety on Hoth. He'd followed the direction of his late friend and mentor to come here. Here he sat in the middle of a backwoods planet covered in filth and sweat. This was Dagobah.
His name was Luke Skywalker. He'd been the hero of the Battle of Yavin. He'd destroyed the Death Star by turning off his targeting computer and letting The Force direct his shot. He was told that The Force was stong with him and that he should become a Jedi like his father before him. He was following a dream to fulfill a destiny he didn't know he had. The blonde male sat cross-legged at the camp he'd formed near his downed X-Wing. A happy little Astromech rolled up beside him letting out a series of beeps. "Oh hi R2." The handsome features of the young man were cast downward. It was an awkward position to be in for the young man who'd come all the way across the Galaxy. He was just Luke Skywalker and he wasn't a Jedi--yet.
All his life he'd heard stories about his father Anakin Skywalker and how he'd been a great Jedi hero for the Old Republic. This had been a tremendous shadow in which to live under. It had given the poor little boy running through the sands of Tatooine hope. Hope was a powerful ally when one lived in a literal hell. Two Suns, endless wasteland of sand and the ever present threat of the Hutt Family made living on Tatooine a barren wasteland of lost hopes and forgotten dreams.
R2 beeped back at the young Skywalker letting out an audible sigh of his own. "It's alright. Master Yoda was pushing me again today. I just don't know if I can do this. This is an incredible legacy. I just wonder..." Luke's voice trailed off. Did he even want to vocalize the fact he was afraid to fail? Were his dreams of being a Jedi like his legendary father too much to handle? "...if Uncle Owen may have been right." He finished up his thoughts.
The Astromech beeped visibly this time outwardly upset. He started to move from side to side. It was quite obviously upset movements caused by the words of Luke Skywalker that R2D2 was showing his objections. How could the little droid tell him just what sort of a future he believed that the young man had? R2 remembered all of it. He remembered Naboo. He remembered flying into battle against the Clones with this very young man's father. OH how much that R2 knew and could tell Luke, but he couldn't. C3PO, his protocol droid partner had had his memories wiped for fear he'd inform the twins of what had gone on in the past. For that reason, R2 knew he could never tell what he knew. All he could do would be to stand by the side of the young man and not give up.
Luke noticed that R2 was upset. But why? "This is the hardest thing I've ever tried to do, R2. What if I fail? What if Uncle Owen was right? What if I should have never left Tatooine?" Luke raised his gaze out to the swamp. The sounds of the animals were constantly filling the air. The air was damp and moisture laden. Luke had been wearing a jacket, but had to remove it. Strands of golden locks were pressed against his glistening forehead. He inhaled and exhaled again slowly.
He was soon traversing back in his own memory. He had plenty of times when he was learning how to pilot a speeder for instance where he had plenty of crashes and crack ups. He'd even kicked a speeder once when it crashed. Eventually he learned how to pilot a speeder and other sorts of flying crafts. He raised his head toward the direction of his X-Wing. How could piloting an X-Wing be the same as becoming a Jedi?
The Death Star came to mind. The hopeless slaughter of the peaceful planet Alderaan had rocked the galaxy to its core. While in the camp of the rebels, Luke Skywalker, a fresh young face from the Outer Rim had learned how devastating that had been. There were a few scattered survivors that had been off world when their home planet had been destroyed. They had no place to go or nothing to call their own. The Rebellion was all that they had. With the Death Star out there, no one in the Rebellion was safe. He knew he had to go out there and at least try to go against the might of the Empire.
And that was precisely what he did. Against all odds and with the help of a certain Correllian Smuggler, the Death Star had been destroyed. Hope resurged for the Rebellion. Someone had told him once that Rebellions were built on Hope.
Legends stated that at one time the Jedi were as numerous as the stars in space. Now they were few and far between. One hopeless boy was on a swamp world learning how to be a Jedi from one of the few that were left. As he pondered his place among the greater scheme of things, the clouds opened up above him and began to pour. R2 made annoyed beeping sounds and rolled over toward the wing of the craft they'd arrived. Luke didn't move. He just sat there.
His chin lowered and his eyes closed. Shutting out all the other sounds around him, he focused on the sound of his own heartbeat. It was almost like he'd stepped out of his own body with the depth of the relaxation that came to him quite naturally. Every muscle group in his body was soon completely at ease. They only thoughts in his mind were the sound of his own heartbeat. Did he dare believe that his heartbeat was directed by The Force itself? The Jedi were largely gone. Was he worthy enough to carry on the legacy?
Tonight we had full 3 moons in Tatoonie, lets have a great show. I like it the dry air, there was plentiful of shifting sandy waves for the runners thoughtfully smiled to my lonely self scratching the surface while making my way to the Palace of Jawa.
I like it to watch the woman as much I was a grown up one, it takes much exercise to become a dancer, it was not just flexing your body, the valuable curves, the stretching glamorous touches in the air, a cut movements who stopped for 2 seconds and half to 3 seconds showing off the sculpturing body of an artist in a full stop and continued with the magic of the physical conversation to the admirer.
When they call you for the show you had to be well drugged or warmed up for the last half an hour, I founded my self crazy enough to brake free immediately and actually I need it to estimate my endorphins higher. The music pulled out as the lights turned off for me, tonight had prepared the dance of the Sith, you could tell the dancer walk but not in the dark, some of us Sith can't be detected not even among ourselves, we are not like the Jedi, Siths betray you to stand out as it's law of the two. Had streached my legs down sliding one feet along the floor while stretching my arms, the sound of its light widening, shocking the audience to a surprise.
Man who come to this places are economic cowards, tricks, they gamble with woman as woman do with man to get away. Emotional exchanges in the lowest degrees, as I started to dance in the floor pretending to be a fool not a spy, could watch how one of the dancer approached to Luke, I like to be short on this, there was so many things going on, refuges looking as well and wishing to have a lap dance. There was a certain vanity in curving your body slowly, and a sisterhood who like it to lean down showing paradise for the revenge of not being touch.
For a woman to dance, she had to learn to surrender her pride if wished to be alive from temples to markets, more dancer appeared embodying beauty as floating, the masters of the dance teach you to dance to the Gods, I could see their last breaths giving an other try, it could a creepy sensation to not value your self before the sliminess of those who did not understand the portal of your body, finding the aura of the dance floor to get lost in it, most wished to be saved, they are all the same. Loyalty to those who purchase you would be the slavery, picked up by the natives of Jabba would be an other trap to moisture my lips with returning the pay with a touch in the air to dope them.
Did you ever move your body and became the center of desire, how many man did you have who would give everything they had because they was obsess by the connection of their eyes with them torturous desires to free. It was a trigger, shaking the pelvis, jumping breast, shimmy your arse and curve your back, wave your head and stop looking at them as if it was the first time you recognised some one.
Jumping on a push and rubbing on the air of the floor as if is his upper leg, the companions who protected me in the dance floor produce an orgy like while dancing to each other and around, including the Jedi. She carefully, scanned his burning blue eyes and reaped out the upper piece of his robe scratching his torso, Luke was one of a touchable farm boy, the fantasy of any dancer, we looked at each other with the same pleasure she had. The crowd shouted showing the lucrative bills raising the tariffs.
A junk dealer poured some chemical drug on Luke's drink as programmed, I mean come on, you had to let away his twin sister out of his brain for a while. The consequences where to die in his arms and as any woman felt brutally attracted, but not really in a sexual way, I had to kill him to get the annoying voice of Palpatine out from my nightmares. As a vengeful demon the red female of a Sith dragged him towards me, already with a collar on his neck, he was being so auto play that it turned delicious.
Could see him clearly face to face, this was the night of empty moments when your mother and sisters did not know you. As a teen stealing a porno magazine, holding my whip tight, so cute, vulnerable, and emotionally hidden to feel in public, had let the black leather stick caress his torso up his neck and chin, could slap him with it right now, I couldn't. His innocent eyes and expose, the numerous watchers as his prestige. Subtly the lights turned off, ending the show.
How is it possible? Slashed him once in the dark, he is real and it does exist. I wasn't ready for this, my intentions flipped making my leave.
All his life he'd heard stories about his father Anakin Skywalker and how he'd been a great Jedi hero for the Old Republic. This had been a tremendous shadow in which to live under. It had given the poor little boy running through the sands of Tatooine hope. Hope was a powerful ally when one lived in a literal hell. Two Suns, endless wasteland of sand and the ever present threat of the Hutt Family made living on Tatooine a barren wasteland of lost hopes and forgotten dreams.
