Hobb
Knight Lance Corporal
Force Alignment: 1
Posts: 56
I wear my saber on my hip.
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« on: January 16, 2011, 05:53:45 PM » |
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((Author's Note: This is but a small portion of a much larger story I am working on. Currently it is but fan fiction, however, as I wish to make writing part of my living, I may move to get it published as official canon one day. Only time will tell. Anyway, please enjoy and comment as you will, feedback is always appreciated.))
Without warning, Darth Cruvis ignited his Lightsaber in his left hand, its sanguine blade bathing the room with a bloody glow. With merely a flick of the wrist, the blade sliced through Kerrick’s skin, taking off this right arm just above the elbow and letting it fall to the floor. Before he could let out a cry from the pain, Cruvis reached out with the Force, and grappled his apprentice, first by the stub where his arm once was, then deeper, within his body and crushing at his heart and other major organs. Kerrick felt them being squeezed, then released, only to be squeezed again and with increased pressure. He wanted to scream in agony, but dared not for fear of causing himself more harm. For in such a hold a single wrong move, even a twitch, and it would all be over. He gritted his teeth and glared into his master’s burning orange-yellow eyes, as if to beg the question, why? Cruvis answered the glare by lifting Kerrick in the air and slamming him into the wall behind him, whilst still keeping the grip on his arm and organs. “You are weak; you are undisciplined. How am I to train you if you will not listen; will not obey?” The Sith Lord moved closer, lifting his Lightsaber and pressing the tip against Kerrick’s chest, letting it burn into his skin until he could feel it against his ribs, getting ever closer to his heart which was still constricted by the Force. “I will not tolerate your arrogance; your insolence for much longer. Next time I give you a command, do it. No hesitation; no mercy.” Cruvis switched off his Lightsaber and threw his broken apprentice to the ground, rather than just letting him fall. Returning his Lightsaber to its holster at his side, Cruvis collected Kerrick’s severed arm with the Force, taking it with him. “Clean up this mess. Don’t fail me again.” With that he turned and left the room, leaving Kerrick with twisted thoughts of anger and hatred. “Yes, my master.” The words came as a bitter, foul taste in his mouth, but his strength could not rival that of the Sith Lord’s, not yet at least. So, for now, he would suffer; he would endure. And when the time was right, as with all Sith before him, he would take his Master’s life, and succeed him.
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