Drastic Measures
Author’s Notes: This is the beginning of the Pyramid Of The Sith series. Yup, you’ve guessed right if you thought Ravenstrike might be in this series. They’ve all got a long road ahead of them. Without further ado, here’s Drastic Measures.
Blood soaked Ravenstrike’s torso. He couldn’t move, and his chest stung badly. He was coughing up blood at a rapid rate. He couldn’t take any more. Then, the enemy delivered the final blow…He awoke with a start for the sixth day in a row. Outside, the rain was pouring, drenching the Telosian landscape in water. He couldn’t return to sleep. His nightmares were getting worse by the night. On the first night, it was hardly as bad, for all that had happened was that he came face-to-face with the enemy. Nothing else. The horridness got worse after that point, for on the next night, he was wounded by the enemy. Then, small fragments of battle in subsequent days. And finally, the result of the battle in the dream he had just experienced. The house was eerily quiet. He listened for a few minutes.
Still, nothing could be heard on the inside. Outside was the hammering rain, but no noise inside. He got a creepy feeling, like he was being spied on from outside. Little did he he know that he WAS being spied on from the outside. Darth Sion stared into the window at Ravenstrike, wondering how one so powerful in the Force could resist the bounties of the Dark Side. He then presumed it as weakness. Yes, that must be it. The pitiful Jedi Code makes Jedi weak. The only way to get them to be strong is to break them and have them forsake it. Sion had a feeling that this would prove to be quite difficult.
Ravenstrike left his room. He got to the kitchen and again had the feeling of being spied on from the outside. It wasn’t Sion, though. It was Aurora. She had a bitter hatred of Ravenstrike, and wanted to kill him. For now, however, her orders were to spy on him. Getting a glass of water, Ravenstrike drank it quickly to help stop the pouring sweat which now soaked his head. It helped a lot, as the sweat stopped pouring, but it still soaked his head. Into the bathroom he went. Again, the same feeling. However, this enemy was one they had not encountered. He was called Darelion, and was the leader of a group of people who called themselves the Darellians. They had all perished long ago; in the Great Hyperspace War, to be exact. He was a powerful Sith Marauder, and could kill a full-grown zakkeg within just a few seconds. He, too, hated Ravenstrike, but for some unknown reason.
Finishing up, Ravenstrike quickly went back to his room and drifted back to sleep. He didn’t sleep very long, however. The entire group woke up from the sound of an explosion that came not very far away. Ravenstrike hurried outside and saw the only one in the three enemy lineup that he recognized. “Aurora? How in hell did you get brought back to life?” he yelled at her. “I was brought back by a vortex of the Dark Side, and I want to kill you and all of your pathetic friends!” she shouted back at him. “Patience, Aurora. We shall kill them once we get those specific orders from Master Kreia.” This came from Darelion, whose voice was gravelly and harsh. “Who are you?” Ravenstrike asked Darelion. “I am Darelion. I was killed in the Great Hyperspace War.” he replied in a bitter tone. “If you were killed in that war,” Bastila began, “then you’ve been dead for centuries!” “That is correct, Bastila. You know your history very well.”
Arden broke this up pretty quickly. “So, did you come to talk or to fight?” he asked the three Sith. “We’ve come only for observations,” Sion told him, “and we have finished. But, we will fight if you desire. We shall only face Ravenstrike, however.” Ravenstrike stepped forward, dual silver sabers in hand. Darelion stepped forward, wielding two red sabers. The battle commenced. The opponents were evenly matched. Darelion finally saw a flaw in Ravenstrike’s attack pattern, and used it to his advantage. Ravenstrike was wounded by a stab to his chest. His torso was soaked in blood. He couldn’t move and his chest stung badly. Then, the enemy delivered…an attack to the ground. Ravenstrike knew what he had to do. Calling upon primal instincts, his shell formed once more. He knew these were drastic measures, but he had to do this in order to save his friends. He screamed in pain and went t othe Dark Side once more, healing himself of all injuries. He felt the surge of power once more, and couldn’t feel himself. He had been consumed by his shell.
Everyone stared in horror as they saw him turn into a Sith once more. Then, joining the other three, he went to their ship. As the enemy ship lifted off and departed into space, the group was shocked. They wondered if they could bring Ravenstrike back from the Dark Side once more. They could do nothing now except for plan out what they were going to do. The road ahead would be long and arduous. On the enemy ship, Ravenstrike’s feelings slowly disintegrated into nothing, and he forgot all about the drastic measures he had taken. He looked forward to being a Sith once more. Plotting the course for Korriban, he couldn’t wait to bask in the planet’s evil energy.
TO BE CONTINUED…
I’m getting sick of Ravenstrike…
uh… no offence