~Deliverance~

INTRODUCTION

    From the smoldering fires, set upon the barren waste-land of Yavin IV, a great emergence was about to reveal itself to those who inhabited the 20 mile barren wasteland known as the “Barren Zone”. In this twenty mile barren plot of land, plantlife once flourished, and temples once stretched to the heavens above…After the “Twelve” and the last orginal living Dark Lord of The Sith were vaporized by a energy ring, the likes of which none had ever seen…did the ring abolish all life, and all structures from this “zone”. So bare, so plain…its like passing into a endless desert with no sand dunes, just nothing but barren rock like fields.

However, in this territory, there were STILL some new inhabitants that took refuge here, for the only resource that survived the purge was water…and water was a valuble commodity in this area, for beyond this place, water would be plentiful, but those who controlled the water supply within the circle, could amass great wealth in trade, from thirsty oulanders…

It was not just water however, that led people through this stretch of land, no it was also the ancient secrets from some of the still, barely standing temples, BEYOND the vanquished Massassi, these temples were once laid to waist, yet some Force believers known as the “Force-Followers” built shrines to the Jedi and Sith of old, they cared not for their deeds, just the awesome powers they held…the people of Yavin IV’s “Barren Zone” are not Force Sensitive, and wish to one day find the key to give them Force powers and allow them to understand the ways of old…

Before the dark times….before the Trade Federation…..

Before……extinction.

From within one of the temples, many people gather…to worship the Force Users long dead, the likes of Anakin Skywalker…as Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, and even shrines to Ben Kenobi and Qui Gon Jinn were erected within.

One this day though, the people would know that the Force was not gone, the Trade Federation had not gained “control” over it…and that you must be careful what you wish for…for it may not be as glamerous as you wish it to be…

~Deliverance~

    The sun was setting within the Barren Zone, the people…scavengers, followers were settling into their make-shift lofts, as the skies above began to illuminate with shades of orange, hues of red, streaks of yellow…the birth of sunset, spreading along this place…like a blanket to comfort them. The temples within the Barren Zone, were unguarded, for statues, books, artifacts, images, pictures…anything related to the Force, were kept in these places, the Trade Federation did not care for this stretch of land, for they assumed that with no possible elements to sustain life, other than water, this land was not worth their efforts. If they only knew the massive loads of Force related material stored here, they would be outraged.

Inside one temple, a great war is brewing…a stranger the likes none have ever seen…paces into one of the darkend, touch-lit temple interiors…

A voice calls out from the darkness, as a figure’s sihiouette is strewn along the dusty rock walls, outlined from the torches around him….

YOU! This is your fault…..YOU cursed me, WHY……why must I suffer for YOU!…

The voice emerges from a dark indivdual, standing infront of a grand statue of Lord Darth Vader…the flames casting ominous shadows of his eerie faceplate, to the one speaking to him…as if her were standing there…

“No matter……..Lord Vader, I do not care for compassion anymore, you cursed me, you have made me who I am…serving your Emperor who didn’t give a DAMN about you. You had to forge a family legacy build on the bloodshed of others, and serve a madman who seeked to destroy all who posses these…abilities”

The figure’s long black cloak, swirls with his approaching footsteps the the statue…his black boots, clattering along the stone floor moving swiftly then stop short. The man’s blue eyes pierce the dark void surrouding him, as the flames cast highlighs along his features of a long black cloak, pants…and tape wrapped about his upper, and lower fore-arms…along his side lay clipped an ancient weapon thought to have been eradicated from the galaxy. However more menacing…for this weapon was not in the hands of a responsible indivudual…no, the weapon was not used for defense, it was used to strike down, kill, steal, destroy…and claim…to dominate over others…and in this figure’s hand, a deadly extension of fate…death…evil.
This weapon was none other than a ebony handled, lightsaber. The figure extended his finger to the statue’s face…as if he were scolding the sculpted rock before him…if he were flesh and blood.

“I am more than you will ever be Vader, I used to believe in life, love…the teachers sent my way were not strong enough, NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO STOP YOUR CURSE! You seeked to atone at the end, and I was relieved…but your actions, YOUR ACTIONS DID NOTHING!”

“Because of you…HE LIVED…you died. You left me, we could have ruled the galaxy…had you not injured me, I may have fallen to your wills…had you not driven me away. You wanted to unite, yet you seeked to DESTROY me…and you, you could not get your job doen could you? COMPASSION cost you your life!”

The figure turns his head to the floor, leading his shimmering blue-eyed gaze along the groves in the stone flooring, then lifts his head back to the statue once more…

“I tried…I fought, I bled, I sacrificed, but it was not enough was it? I tried to restore the order YOU SEEKED TO DESTROY…and I had been successful, but your actions STILL led to defeat. He returned. He returned and I could not stop him…I tried, I failed…and I..”

“I no longer care…”

The figure lowers his head slowly, the blonde curls of his hair streaming down his face slightly, the fires around him burning brightly illuminate the scene…This man, was once a symbol of everything good in the galaxy…but he was just a man…and a curse…this curse, was forever. The dark clothed individual paced, around the darkened room, glancing to another statue..a smaller statue of a great Jedi Master, size mattered not to him…but to the dark figure, who’s eyes scanned the details, he wanted answers…

“And you, you little bastard…You NEVER told me the truth, always speaking in damn riddles. WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU! Your student…appeared when I needed him, when I called to him, but YOU, this curse placed upon me, to be in the image of HIM (points to Vader) YOU DIDN’T HELP ME! You just sat on your tree, chewing your cane…speaking jibberish, never telling me things I NEEDED to know until YOU felt it was convienent…and because of this, because you FAILED to aid me, inform me…you caused me to turn into what you feared most…

The figure drops to both knees, seemingly in grief, in pain…suffering with images he once knew, and yet no longer can embrace…

“YOU ALL FAILED ME! You said I was the last, you wanted to rebuild the legacy you created…but in the end you didn’t help me build it, you have helped HIM destroy it…I no longer care for your morals, your wisdom, your lies…I no longer give a damn about helping those in need…”

“I am no hero…I am nothing more, than another pawn in your games.”

“No longer…”

The figure’s eyes course with anger, as he glances to the stone figures of Yoda and Darth Vader. In a flicker of black lines, and the rustling of clothes, a crimson red blade screams to life from its ebony colored shroud. Seconds later, the stone heads of Yoda and Vader, skid along the temple floor…another few seconds, and the dark crimson-red saber wielding individual hurls his foot out, sending a crushing blow to the unstable reminants of the two headless statues…in a fit of rage, he cracks them…returning them to the dust in which they were born…molded…created.

The humming sound of his lightsaber, alarms the locals as a handful of men, women and children spill into the temple to investigate the disturbance. The black robe, from the blue-eyed man swirls the flames about him. His humming red blade of energy, and ominous appearance makes the approaching crowd, fall to their knees…this appearance like a great demon that has invaded their sanctuary..and they were scared.
 

The dark one glares back to crowd, around him…pacing to a man in the background as the dark one extinguishes his lightsaber, the man remains praying for guidance and protection….As the dark one paces closer to him, he sets his hand on the man’s shoulder and whispers to him..

“What do you seek…?”

The man does not reply right away, without even looking back, his thoughts speak unintentally, fearing the man might rob him. The dark one, runs a finger through his golden locks then replies to the man…

“I do not seek to rob you, I seek information.”

The man jumps back, staring in awe to the dark one’s face…startled that he could hear his thoughts…an ability only used by Force Users…thought long dead…the man speaks…

“I…..Great Master of The Force, I seek protection…freedom from oppression from the evils this galaxy has unleashed on us, to feel protected from the invasions…and to the learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi, and rise again to defend the galaxy from oppression…”

The dark one, glances to the man trailing a finger along his neck, to his shoulder, leaning closely whispering…

“You want to be a Jedi?…A Hero?”

The man turns back, but does not stare the stranger in the eye nodding his head in response…

“I wish to be a Jedi and save our land from the great evil…”

The figure wrapped in black robes, curls his lips sadistically, whispering to the man…

“And what is this evil?”

The man whispers only three words, so many know….and fear…

“The Trade Federation…”

The figure’s eyes close a second, as a wicked smile spreads along his lips…

“You wish to be delivered from this threat?”

The man slowly nods, as his gaze remains affixed to a statute of Ulic Qel Droma, and Qui Gon Jinn…

“Yes, I seek a saviour…someone to take away the worries of the Trade Federation, of danger….I just want to feel safe…free…”

The dark one curls his lips even more, whispering to him….

“You seek a Savior for your people? You seek release?…”

The man turns to the crowd

“We all do…we seek to know the Force, and free ourselves from the oppression of the Trade Federation, to be one with the Force and understand it on the closest level.”

The figure narrows his eyes, then slowly rises to his feet, pacing around the temple floor, from one person to the next. Stopping cold in the very center he glances to his left and right…letting one hand fall along his side, the other behind his back, as his shiny black boots pace back and forth with his black cloack swirling around him…then he speaks to them…

“You all seek a Savior? Someone to deliever you from the evils of life? And to know the Force on the most closest level? You all wish this???”

The crowd responds by looking up to the dark one in the center of their domains, replying with positive assurance. Men, women and children alike staring at this “Savior” this modern day Prophet sent from the Force to grant their lustful desires for knowledge…power…understanding.

The dark one, then paces towards the very end of the temple, near the exit, glancing back as the people’s eyes do not leave his figure. He let’s the torch come closer to his facial features in one hand, his other wandering to his belt as he intends to give them their desires…not as they wish them.

The group of people explode in a wave of gasps, and shocking screams, at the recognition of the strangers face…the face matching that of a savior long thought dead, who delivered the galaxy from the darkness of the Empire…

Luke Skywalker…….

Luke glanced to the crowd once more, before sending his finger to the activation plate of his onxy colored lightsaber, extending the shimmering red blade from its slumber once more, eyeing the twin corner stones supporting the Temple foundation. With his eyes turned back to the crowd, this version of Luke Skywalker, was far more darker than these people could have imagined…for they seeked a savior, to be saved from the darkness, and yet they had trusted it unknowingly, and they would not know until it was far too late, the mistake they had made…

The facial features of Luke, tightned in a sadistic grin, as he spoke to the people watching his every move…

“I will give you your desires, and give you your desire to be as close as possible to the Force you worship…Do not thank me for it…there will be no need."

With a quick flick of his wrist, the darker Luke’s shimmering red lightsaber blade slices clean through the left and right supports of the Force Worshiping Temple…and it is only then do each and every soul in the building, every man, woman ,and child hears the darker Luke’s words as only his long black cloak can be seen as he paces away from the crumbling temple…..

“I have given you your desire fools, you worship what you cannot understand, you wanted to be close to the force? You wanted to be delivered from the pressures of life?”

“As you all become ONE with the Force you so lust to understand…so shall you have your wish………”

The temple then falls in on the innocent worshipers within, each scream from woman and children muffled by the deafening roar of rubble and debris…the woman and children...the innocent are crushed, with an agonizing snap of bones…the shearing rip of flesh from the weight of the stone caving in around them… before the light in their life is extinguished…they still hear him

As the figure of Luke Skywalker paces away from the clouds of dust behind him, his saber clipped along his side, not caring…void of compassion, the black cloak around him billowing in the winds of Yavin IV…sending his last words to the ones who trusted him…..

“I have given you…….”

“Deliverance….”