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06.01.2012 , 03:05 PM |
A Time for Reflection
Slight Inquisitor spoilers
"You sure about this?" came the questioning voice from the slim and wiry man leaning on the door frame before the aft airlock. Questioning was not exactly the correct tone implied. The question was asked more out of courtesy and incredulity, while the mans face already said "I've already left".
The simply robed figure sighed and turned to face the former pirate, turned friend.
"Andronikos, if you ask me one more time i just may change my mind... I am not GIVING you this ship, i am merely letting you borrow it." The robed figure paused a moment and pulled the hood from his face, revealing his skin as Red as the landscape around them. "Besides, i do not think you stupid enough to steal from a Dark Lord of the Sith" he added with a rather disarming smile.
"Let alone a member of the Dark Council. No, my Lord, I have more sense than that. My business will be concluded as quickly as i can. You wont even know im gone." The rogue said with a faraway look on his face. His hand had draped over his blaster holstered at his side as he spoke. The Sith knew his friend knew nothing like the wishing of luck, or the platitudes of a goodbye. Instead the Sith turned back and waved his hand up in parting as he walked away.
"Crush your enemies little pirate, and savor the gift from our mistress death as it takes each one" came the alien voice from the shadows of a rock outcropping. The airlock was already moving into place to close, and the ships engines were humming with power.
The figure who spoke the words of parting grunted to himself as if in answer and moved in stepped beyond the Sith who was already rapidly moving around the outcropping and through the wastes.
The figure bore a oversized pack on his back, but seemed unphased by its weight or the oppressive surroundings. He stood 2 heads taller than the Sith he trailed(who was a rather large individual in his own right), and looked like he expected trouble from the very air around them. A smile would be the one thing he could ever conquer.
The two companions walked through the rocky wastes for a time before the large being broke the silence as he strode alongside the Sith.
"Tulak never saw fit to make me into a pack mule. We conquered our enemies from system to system, and death was never far. But never was i a beast of burden little Sith"
The Sith did not break his stride, but returned the first gripe he had ever heard from his companion with some mirth.
"You are not a beast of burden Khem. We shall bear the trails of this journey together. I will understand if you find yourself growing tired and will take the pack from you."
The Sith did not need to turn around to know the response, and he repressed a rare and pleasant smile as he heard the grunting and uncharacteristic stuttering from Khem Vhal.
"I do not tire of this pack. I have waded the swamps of Dragu V with the perils of the great Dragons. Such a trivial burden will not weaken me" came the guttural reply once the Deshade had composed himself for a reply. He shouldered the pack meaningfully and did not speak again for some time.
It was all the Sith could do to keep himself from laughing out loud. He did not think he could defend himself against the Deshades wrath and his own laughter at the same time, so he kept it to himself.
"Kallig'do, Why could i not journey with the Pirate to slay his enemies. It has been too long since i have feasted well" The Deshade said as he unshouldered his pack and watched the Sith run his hands over some rocks carved with ancient writing.
The Sith seemed to be ignoring him and Khem Vhal shifted irritably and was about to ask again when he turned around.
"Khem...are you unhappy with me?" he asked as he leaned back against the rocks and faced his companion.
The Deshade was partly taken aback....he started to speak of a battle where he and Tulak had been forced to ground by pursuers when the Sith cut him off again.
"No. Khem...have you ever been truly happy? Not content on the fields of battle, not lost in the bloodlust. But pleased with your path in life. With how you have served?" The Sith was looking at Khem curiously as he spoke.
Khem did not know how to respond. He often found himself wondering how his master was a Dark Lord of the Sith, for his attitude seemed so contrary.
He had seen him cut down men with no more reason than his anger and bloodlust, but also go out of his way to save others. Such questions seemed unbecoming of a sith.
"Tulak would never haved asked me such a thing!" Khem spat out finally, he stood taller and flexed his hands.
"No...i imagine he would not...." the Sith replied as he turned his back on Khem, the conversation clearly finished as far as he was concerned.
Khem did not know how to react. His master had shown him so much, and despite his almost ingrained response to compare everything to his previous master and accomplishments he had felt hollow having come to terms with the truth over the myths. This new question sparked some uncomfortable thoughts and he reacted the only way he knew how.
"I WILL BE DONE WITH YOU LITTLE SITH!" Khem roared as he pulled his Vibro blade out swung it at the sith in one mighty blow.
His master had already leapt above and behind him, the swing may as well have been a playful nudge from a child by his reaction. The stone with markings smashed in an explosion as the blade connected where the Sith had just stood.
"Will you now, Khem? But will that help?" the Sith said as he ignited his lightsabe, first one blade then the other. He spun the two sided blade slowly in his hand, forming an almost hypnotic arc.
Khem ignored the words. Always words with his master. He did not need such thoughts or ideas when he could merely feast.
With a mighty backhand, he flung rock and debris toward his Master who didnt move, but merely deflected and destroyed the rocks his his saber in a deadly dance of light. As Khem had wanted.
He slammed his Vibro sword into the hilt of his masters blades, causing the saber to sputter out briefly. Khem used his rushing weight to clamp down on his masters hands as the saber fell to the ground and he pulled/held the sith up as he roared in his face.
To his annoyance his Masters face did not show fright, or anger. He was smiling instead.
"Why Khem...if you had wanted a hug you merely had to ask." the Sith said with mirth as Khem roared again at him. His roaring anger cut short as he was knocked sideways by a mighty blow.
His hands slipped and he reached up to block the attack...when the rock slammed his face knocking him backwards.
He hit the ground and dazed he was suddenly set upon with a great weight. A rock, boulder more like, was crushing him slowly into the ground. He felt the world blacken around him and then there was nothing...
Khem awoke sometime later, the boulder was no longer holding him to the ground and his master was once more engrossed in the ruins around them. His vibroblade was slammed into the ground point first next to him.
"It is nice to have these little talks Khem. Though you should come to understand there are more feelings, more passion in the world than just anger that can drive us." The Sith said as he rubbed his hands together and stood over the Deshade.
Khem was muddled, but more confused by the words and the feelings he felt. Friendship was not a trait he had known, nor expected to know. He felt only confusion and...fear. And he could defeat his fear easily on the field of battle...
"Perhaps that is why you remember the feasts so well my friend." the Sith said almost finishing Khems thoughts for him. "You see everything in terms of a battle. Of Life and Death. There is more to life than conflict."
Khem said nothing, but stood up on his own and stretched slightly to ease the pain he felt all over his body.
He reached out and grasped his Vibroblade with purpose, his hand pausing slightly before he pulled it out.
The Sith did not move. Instead looking at Khem with that peculiar look on his face, like earlier.
"Yes...little Sith..." Khem said as he sheathed his blade and bowed slightly. The shame of having lost, and the confusion of what that still meant hanging on him heavily.
He was stopped partway by a hand on his shoulder and stood tall again. His master made that peculiar look again and smiled.
"Good...come help me with his Khem. You need not understand it all at once. It is enough to have looked as you have."
This time it was Khem who looked at his master with a peculiar look, before he bared his teeth and slid his shoulders back. His master smiled and laughed.
"Khem...was that a smile?"
The great Deshade stopped his motions and looked down at his...friend.
"Perhaps little sith...Perhaps..."