Tavrie
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I had just arrived at the Sith temple on Korriban when she called me. "Acolyte, come with me!" she said in a commanding voice. I instinctively stopped in my tracks, years of habit ingrained in my muscles. "Yes, my lord", I immediately hated myself for instinctively obeying. Had I just exchanged one existence of subservience with another? Yes I had, but there was a difference. This time I would break my chains. I would learn. I would become strong.
I followed the sith lord, Lanette, she told me that she was creating a tribe, a special tribe of Sith, and that I was to become her apprentice. I accepted, there was a tingling feeling in the back of my head - the very same feeling I had when I saw the opening that allowed me to escape the slave quarters. Lanette led me to the training grounds, she needed a demonstration of my combat skills.
I started swinging my vibroblade against one of the the training dummies. I could sense that the lord was disappointed so I increased the intensity of my attacks. I tried to summon the lightning that had so easily spewed from my fingertips in the beast attack on the way to the Sith temple. Nothing happened. I started to swing the vibroblade with more fury, frustration building up. I was moving fast, striking the dummy with hard blow after hard blow, but I could not summon the Force. I felt my masters disapproving glare in the back of my neck. Frustratiuon turned to anger and suddenly a flash of blue electricity surrounded the training target. I kept swinging my vibroblade, mostly to keep the momentum going, but I was looking at my hand, thinking, trying to sense what had enabled the lightning strike. My new master told me to stop.
As I turned around I saw that she was talking into a com-link. She switched it off and simply said "I need to go". With that, she turned and stomped away. I felt deflated, defeated, ashamed. I had failed my master on the very first thing I did. I was not worthy. I stared at the vibrosword in my hand and loosened my grip to let it fall into the red sand. I took a step, then another and another.
I found myself back in the tomb that I had walked through as I arrived, the very place where the k’lor’slugs had attacked. The bodies were gone but the floor and walls were still blackened by the intense electrical fire that ravaged here. The fire that I created. But how did I do it? I was lost in deep thought when I heard it, a slithering sound accompanied with the clickety-clack of pincer legs. They were close. Very close. I ducked and rolled instinctively, a fraction of a second before the huge maw could close on my head. I reached for my vibrosword - it was not there. Immeadiately the slug was on top of me, I kicked it, but my feet just slipped harmlessly off the thick skin of the slug. I was down on my back, a huge slug towering over me. I was going to die a very shameful death. I had been thinking, thinking too much, I lost my concentration and this is the way I will end. I don't deserve to be free. The last thought appeared with mind-shattering conviction, still I screamed out at the top of my lungs. My chest vibrated under my roar, my hands were shaking - no, not shaking, shivering, tingling. What is that? The power rose in an instant.
There was sticky blood and other fluids all over me, I was panting, gasping for air. The air was acrid, filled with electric discharge. I was not dead - the slug was.
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