(I wanted to rewrite a scene from the role play in celebration of May 4th, and this one really stuck with me. I might write more, depending on what you guys think, or I may write some backstories for my characters. I already know what I’ll do for Nova! This scene is already one that happened, I just wrote it out in a story style and changed a few details. This is using other people’s characters, so I’m sorry if you don’t like the way I had your characters react. This was just for fun, and it doesn’t have to be what happened. Enjoy!)
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away, a girl stood by a grave in the middle of a thunderstorm. Two boys stood beside her, unaware of what the girl was about to do.
“Ahss Leyzrac.” The girl, her name Nova, whispered, reading the name off the grave. “This is the place.”
One of the boys, Chex, looked at Nova questioningly. “Are you going to tell us what you plan to do?”
Nova shook her head. “Just trust me.”
Chex sighed. Nova wanted him to trust her, yet she didn’t trust him enough to tell him what she was trying to do.
The other boy, Aymen, had been told a little more about what Nova was trying to do. It was something about saving Sash...but how? His friend had been killed months ago, by Nova, none the less.
Nova reached out her hand, calling on the force. She tore the letters off the tombstone, and reassembled them in a different order.
Aymen gasped. “How...?” The tombstone now spelled out Sash’s full name, Sash Clayzer.
Nova ignored the question, the excitement rising in her face. She cut open the coffin by the tombstone, and opened the lid.
Aymen winced, not sure what would be in the coffin. His friend’s dead body? What he did find was slightly disappointing. A silver and blue Mandalorian helmet.
“Nova...?” Chex trailed off.
Nova picked up the helmet. “Both of you, stand back, and don’t try to stop me, even if I plead for you to.”
Aymen nodded, fully trusting Nova, but Chex was more suspicious. Something bad was going to happen, he could just feel it.
Nova looked at the grave, then closed her eyes, feeling the power the helmet contained surge through her.
~
Farther away from the planet of Zeffo, where Nova drew on the power of the helmet, three other people were flying on a spaceship.
San reclined in the pilot’s chair, his new helmet gleaming, Tarak was looking at the computer, changing their course, and Kevty was sitting in the chair next to San, agitated and worried.
“She sure looks different.” Tarak remarked, glancing at Kevty, whose appearance had recently been changed.
Kevty glared, running a hand through her newly cut and dyed hair, her sleeve sliding up her arm, revealing her new tattoos.
San reached out and hugged Kevty. “That doesn’t matter to me...” He seized up, groaning.
“What wrong?” Kevty looked at San, and Tarak frowned.
“I-I don’t know.” San tilted his head from side to side. “Just a bad headache.”
Kevty frowned. That had seemed like more than just a ‘bad headache’.
~
Back on the planet of Zeffo, Nova’s plan was starting to work. She had connected with San using his helmet, now all she had to do what take the energy.
Chex walked towards Nova, concerned.
Suddenly, Nova’s head jerked back, and her eyes opened again, but this time they were green instead of her normal teal. She began to rise off the ground, the helmet still fully clenched in her arms.
“Nova...?” Chex asked, getting closer.
“Stay away from me!” Nova’s hands began to crackle with energy.
~
San groaned again, and slumped back into his chair. The world was spinning, and it was like there was some unknown assailant in the background, taking his energy.
Kevty was growing worried now, and she slid San’s helmet off.
“Help...” San muttered, his eyes flashing teal. Tarak turned around the ship and headed back for the rebel base as quick as she could.
“What’s wrong?” Kevty asked San frantically. “Is it the spice?”
“No.” San wheezed, but didn’t have the breath to say anything else.
“San...?” Kevty stroked San’s cheek.
And then San started to scream.
~
Nova felt the energy building up in her, and the air around her started to shimmer, her true aura visible.
“Nova, stop!” Chex yelled, running after her, but Aymen pulled him back.
“She told us to not stop her!” The younger boy said, but crumpled to the ground when Chex shot a stun bolt at him.
“Put down the helmet, Nova Donar!” Chex yelled, pointing the stun gun at Nova.
~
Tarak landed the ship in the rebel base, and leaped of the ship, going to find Kyle. Maybe he would know how to help.
San had stopped screaming, but his utter silence made it worse. His breath was shallow, and his forehead pale and sweaty.
“Help is on the way.” Kevty held her boyfriend’s hand. “Just hold on.”
San could hardly think, as his mind fought to take back control. He twitched, hardly conscious, as his life force was drained out of him.
~
Nova saw Chex aiming the gun at her, and her eyes grew wide with fright.
“Chex, stop!” She yelled, glowing ever brighter.
“Put down the helmet!” Chex shot back, his finger squeezing the trigger.
Nova’s instincts took over, and she shot a bolt of pure energy at Chex, knocking both him and the gun to the ground.
Chex groaned on the ground. “Stop...it’s...turning...you...into a...monster.” He mumbled.
Nova’s green eyes grew brighter as she was filled with more and more of the stollen life force.
~
Kyle raced onto the ship, followed closely by Tarak. The Mandalorian had told him that San was in trouble, and that was most certainly correct. San’s face was deadly pale, and Kyle thought he could see wisps of energy leaving his padawan.
Kevty was holding San’s hand, nearly in tears. “Don’t leave me, cyare.”
Kyle ran to San’s side, and placed his hand on his padawan’s temples. He jerked his hand back, feeling a strong sensation.
“What is it?!?” Kevty glanced at Kyle, worry present in her eyes.
“There is some sort of force inside him that is sapping his energy.” Kyle muttered. “I’ll do what I can to help.”
He placed his hand back onto San’s temple, and used the force to send him energy. Hopefully, it would be enough to satisfy the energy sapper, and let them both live.
~
Nova was glowing so bright now, it hurt Chex’s eyes to even look at her. “Nova...stop...” he mumbled, but wasn’t able to do anything.
Chex heard the loud shattering noise as Nova’s kyber crystals broke, and the shards of crystal rained down from the sky and landed around the grave. Weakly, he put a hand over his head, blocking himself from the worst of the crystal downpour.
Finally, Nova had enough of the life force she had stollen from San. Her eyes still glowed green, and her feet were now five feet off the ground. Her arms and hands cracked with the energy of the helmet.
Still clutching the helmet in one hand, Nova extended one arm towards the tombstone. She let the life force flow out of her hands and hit the grave in a continuous bolt of energy. Chex watched, open mouthed, as the air around the grave started to shimmer the colors of the rainbow.
“Sash.” Nova whispered, drawing on her connection with the force. The shimmering lights started to take the form of a human person.
But still, the stollen life force wasn’t enough. The rainbow of lights was still shimmering, but the human itself wasn’t visible, other than the shape. Another sacrifice had to be made.
Nova pressed on, and gave the grave all the excess energy that she had, but still, the grave hungered for more. She opened herself up to the grave, letting it take whatever it needed to. The grave sapped her very connection with the force.
The shimmering lights started to dim, revealing more of the boy. He started to become more visible and more solid.
Nova felt herself falling from the air, what she had sought to do accomplished. She had brought the boy back from the dead, but at a terrible cost.
Her connection with the force was gone. She would never be able to use it again. The life force had been drained from another unwitting human boy. Soon, she would realize that would loose more than just that because of what she had done.
As Nova hit the ground, the helmet that had moved contained so much power dissolved into dust. Some of the dust spiraled around her, and was inhaled into her mouth. Most of it fell alongside the grave or was swept up by the wind.
And so the girl lay, sprawled among the dust and shards of crystal, her connection to the force severed. The suddenly living boy stood nearby, confused at how he was still alive. Further still, another boy lay unconscious on a ship, barely breathing. And that was only the start.
The FEELS. When I got to "Nova felt herself falling from the air, what she had sought to do accomplished. She had brought the boy back from the dead, but at a terrible cost" I got the chills.
OH MAN!!! All the feels from when we wrote that in the RP are back!
Wow! This is really good!