This is about the Jedi Exile and why she went back to be trailed by the Jedi. I've chosen to do it in Poetry form just because I haevn't seen a poem entry yet. Hope you all like it.
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- Death of the Force –
Storms with lightning,
Fire and stone.
Lightsaber’s drawn,
The fear and cold tickles the bone.
The board has been set,
The pieces are in position.
A day she will never forget,
Is a day that she will always regret.
The void of space, and time itself,
Is filled with star burst and light.
Ships move to set points,
The men and woman are ready to fight.
The order is given,
They plunge to the surface,
She holds with all her might.
She wonders if she’ll ever be forgiven.
As she strikes down her first victim,
And looks around at all the gore in sight.
A bolt flies toward her,
And dancing like a Force fuelled Twiliek,
She spins around.
Only to realize her next destination is the ground.
On Malachor V where the Mandalorians die,
Her heart will always be torn.
If only she could get to a ship,
She would fly; fly away until the stench of death would be gone.
Her hands were weapons,
Guiding her thoughts to justice.
Slicing away her enemies and dark thoughts,
Her eyes were as cold as ice.
She remembered back,
To when she first heard him.
Heard his call, to go to way,
His reason was anything but thin.
He told her that the Mandalorian's,
Devils as they were,
Had to be stopped, had to be killed,
Before they could destroy the Republic forevermore.
She jumps through the air,
Slamming a kick into an oncoming enemy.
This battle is almost over.
She flees with only one care.
For her eyes to see,
The spirits of Mandalorian's cower.
Silence filled her ears,
As she watched the planet die.
Completely destroyed,
Pulled apart by the being with the horns and brown eyes.
She didn’t hate him,
She didn’t congratulate him.
She was too awed by the demise.
Her thoughts were quelled however,
As she travelled to other stars,
Ridding the galaxy,
Of the Mandalorian threat.
Yet with each taking step,
She began to regret,
Her decision to create this carnage.
Her only one wish,
Was that which is this,
To take back all what she had done.
Regret, sorrow, and demise.
They are all the same.
As you stare into your own fires.
You realize, only you are to blame.
She took the first ship back,
To what she did not know.
But after all what had happened,
The thing that she did lack,
Was the spirit to face the one she first believed in:
The spirit to face Revan, once again.
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BFA, that was amazing. I could feel her on Malachor V as it ripped apart, killing millions in the blink of an eye. The reference to Bao-Dur was an excellent touch.
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Wow...This story is good. I like the refrence to revan at the end, it seems to point at a sequel to the pom
A beautiful peace of work, you got there. I could see where anyone would want to see a Mando cower...
This is absolutely incredible. For the first poetic entry in Javyar's, it's an awesome one!
Wow. For the first poetry entry in Javyar's, BFA, you set the standards incredibly high. The descriptions of her feelings, emotions, and goals did a great job of capturing the mood that (I) envision haunted the Exile for years after.
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Wow guys. Cheers for the comments hey. Each one means a whole lot to me :)
Thank again, and glad you all enjoyed it!!!
This was a very intense poem. Your use of descriptive words gives the piece a haunting feeling especially at the thought of losing the Force. The game tried to describe that a bit and I have seen other writers of fics trying to do the same. This though I think describes it the best.
On a technical note, I figures you meant lightsabers in the plural and you gave it a possessive by putting in the apostrophe. Other than that nothing else. Good job.
Thanks for the kind words :D
I'll make sure to edit the apostrophe out. Thanks for that, JM12.