Introduction- Spoiler:
This is an epic, that means a long poem of with heroic stories (although there are different ways to define, what an Epic is). I am aiming at writing 2000-2500 verses. (Edit July 2015: looks like it will be closer to 3000-4000 verses maybe...)
The story is about the split of ATS and the birth of SoL, which should be obvious from the proem of the poem itself. But since it's a poem after all, I don't claim it to be historically correct. It's a narrative and thus I want to tell a story in a thrilling, instructive, interesting and artful way. You could say I was inspired by the history, to write a story similar to it, with its own lore.
It is a proper poem, even though it doesn't rhyme. It has however a certain rhythm, that's called dactylic hexameter. I am using a stress meter, but I am trying my best to avoid any substitutions, which is sometimes impossible.
In short, a dactylic hexameter works like this: It has 6 rhythmical components (hence "hexa"meter), and those components are "dactyls". A dactyl is a stressed syllable followed by 2 syllables, that are not stressed. The word "Liberty" is a dactyl, the word "dictator" however is not. The last dactyl of the hexameter is "broken" though, it has only 2 syllables, instead of 3. That is the metric scheme I am sticking to. You don't have to understand this, in order to read the poem. But don't wonder about the style of the epic then.
I am using ancient Roman and Greek epics as rolemodels. This includes Homer's Iliad and Odyssey, Vergil's Aeneid, Lucan's Bellum Civile, Silius Italicus' Punica etc. That's why this epic includes classical motifs, like an invocation to the Muses or repitition of verses or parts of them. I hope those things are entertaining and fitting, and not disturbing and ridiculous.
If you're already bored out, this is a limerick version of the epic:
Well, once there was Outcast the bully.
He left, so we rioted fully.
We set up with fights
democracy’s rights.
Now, with a new name, it’s all woolly.
If this is not enough for you, feel free to read it all and comment!
Eleutheromachy
or
Bellum Civile
Book IClash and diremption, oh Muse, I’ll be singing about and its causes,
where it derived from and where it was leading to, also the fortunes
suffered by people on both sides, which once were united in one clan.
Help me, my Muse, to depict the incentives and actions in sequence
just like they’ve happened – no favouritism shall guide my narration! 5
Still give me courage and insight to tell all the sound and the foul deeds.
Show me the lordship and influence holden by powerful Outcast,
friction and terror committed by Darthboss and similar menfolk,
inner discordance creating the high-minded Zealots of Freedom
under the guidance of brassbound Ajunta Pall the pugnacious, 10
ominous days of confusion and determination – the peak of
fighting and hostile discussions between all those copious spokesmen
such as the wise NickdeClaw, charismatic and cordial Kernow,
Xasomur fighter in speech, his unfaltering padawan Phoenix,
righteous and noble Mereel, his companion conversant Lord Draco, 15
Sebbat and Hektor, the people’s ambassadors, pleasant and friendly,
(all of these fought for democracy, many more countless companions
stood by to join in the battle; yet following fought for tradition: )
loyal and clinging to Outcast from head to the toe the keen Kyle,
honest in words and consistent in actions the confident Sylba, 20
torn between friends on both sides of the conflict the sociable Herny.
Lead my narration ahead to the dawn of the new day disclosing
two proper clans, just as similar as they’re opposing each other.
Aeons ago there has been the Massassi’s great Temple on Yavin,
home and retreat of the clan with the denomination of Star Wars 25
Total Alliance and also the residence used by its mighty
leader and founder the widely renowned and illustrious Outcast.
Higher and higher excelling and reaching for heavenly bodies
towers above the high treetops the massive Massassi colossus.
Firm and impervious walls, which are built with a square-base, pile upwards 30
running together in decuman steps that no giant could climb up:
just like a billow, immane and tremendous, is stacked up by roaring
tempest and windstorm and looms large, as if it was going to deluge
landscapes and mainlands – a rare and impressive occurrence of nature.
Such kind of billow, but frozen and turned into splendorous limestone, 35
brought to perfection by blood, sweat and tears of innumerous workers,
graces the copious jungles and wood of the fourth moon of Yavin
featuring agorae, sacred sites, courtyards and places for training.
Waiting inside of the temple the powerful Outcast expected
Maximus, who was proclaimed a co-founder alongside his fellow. 40
After he entered the sovereign hall and the door wings slid sidewards,
wearing his Roman centurion’s armour all splendid and fulgent
Maximus raised up his voice and aliferous words he then uttered:
„Greetings my friend! It’s been long since the last time we have held a meeting!
Even much longer since when in these meetings not only we both sat; 45
Gich and Huracan are painfully missed; their ancestral positions
need to remain so depleted and orphaned. What dolorous grievance!
What is the eminent matter you wanted to meet for in Council?
New evil tidings and more of those direful troubles to combat?“
Quoth he and hushed. These aliferous words then were uttered by Outcast: 50
„Welcome my fellow, the teacher and trainer of dozens of Jedi!
Direful troubles indeed, but essentially none of them’s novel:
old are those issues and mischiefs, existing since I can remember,
even back then in the times when I was in the clan called the Order
of the Black Sun. Let me tell you its doom for we need to evite it: 55
Long, long ago, in the days, when still myriad players came online –
new players everyday and the servers were full then not only
during the night, but as well when the sun shone; and several servers
crowded by people were found on the list, which were owned by diverse clans –
there were dynamics too hard to unravel: intrigues and confusion. 60
But for all that the Black Sun was the eye of the storm and gave shelter
for all the peaceable players who worshipped and carried the fair play.
Those were the reasons why I for myself had decided to join it.
Oh what a grand kind of band it has been! It was worthy of glory!
Founded by Blaid Nu they’ve built up a training academy coaching 65
newer and seelier folk to be able to battle the lamers
also empowering them to defy those despiteous cheaters!
Brilliant and integer was that idea! I agree that those people
kill and demolish the game, that they have to be fought and defeated!
Like a disease they’re infecting the innocent players and turn them 70
into that scum of defrauding and dastard pretenders, who badger
newbies – the future and lifeblood of Jedi Knight – using their aimbots,
though they’ve got no skill at all, they still feel like invincible champions.
So they go boasting and bragging all over the place, while the newbies
often are driven to either abandon the game or to purchase 75
cheats for themselves. In this manner the ruinous sickness disperses.
Oh, and how far it has come! I’m afraid that by now it’s a rare thing,
if you discover a player with true skills and fair-minded morals.
As if this wasn’t enough these contemptible bastards are always
aiming for havoc by either insulting assailable players 80
or by attacking advanced but still skill-wise inferior fighters
only to cause some disorder. If even the tryings of that ilk
still fail to be of avail, those rapscallions rush to extreme deeds:
not shrinking back from committing a crime they will lag out the server.
When I was new to the game I believed it would answer the purpose, 85
if we would combat them dauntlessly keeping in heart our high standards.
Not giving up the ideal of the fair play I hoped we’d exhaust them.
That’s why I went through the lore of the Order and grew to a warlord.
But by and by I was forced to accept, that – if foul is the gamble –
honesty never prevails, ‘cause the closer it gets to the triumph, 90
Oh my! the dirtier tricks are invented to shatter the righteous.
That is what happened to us in the Order. We fought them so bravely!
But since they couldn’t defeat us with fighting or abject defrauding,
they then decided to creep in our rows and to break our cohesion.
Acting as friends and as upright companions they ended up being 95
members and integral parts of the Order, although they still cheated.
That was the way of intrusion that left us with rats such as Wehrmacht.
From that time on we’d to face and approach two insolvable problems:
First there were arguments, that we would all just be canting and lying,
since in our own clan would be just the cheaters we stated to combat. 100
Sadly they had made a point there that heavily sapped our position.
Yet even worse were the manipulations that came from our own ranks:
Scripters inside of the clan were portraying an image of cheatings
whitewashing them and embellishing. Thus our impellent was fading.
Rising distress from the outside and shrinking belief on the inside 105
doomed the Black Sun and it slowly began to decay and go under.
Losing its glory and power the people became soon inactive.
One of them was our associate Moph the creative and upright.
(He would befriend now: We share the conception of accurate leading.)
Seeing that process and upcoming death of the Order I set to 110
work on arranging my own clan to hold up the torch of the fair play.
Thus the in former times aureate Order was brought down and wiped out.”
Quoth he and halted his speech being lost within commemoration.
After a while then the powerful Outcast arose and continued:
“Long have you been at my side in the combat against all those villains, 115
helping to make the Alliance a haven for ease and for fair play,
knowing that they have begun with the outrage and foul play against us,
also that they have coerced me to exile and ban them from server.
They were the ones that have started the war! But then I have decided
that I would not let the fate of the Order be ever repeated! 120
Therefore I needed to never show mercy nor lenity, neither
during the guidance on server while handling the lamers and cheaters,
nor when I managed the living together within the Alliance.
Due to the fact that the fate of the Order was sealed by indulgence
shown to the vermin, that contaminated the living on server 125
just like the unity inside the Order, I started deterging
both the Alliance and server throughout from the lingering menace:
Rather than fighting the cheaters and giving them chances to poison
frankly or subtly the pureness and peace of the clan, I preferred to
banish them outright and instantly, keeping the atmosphere peaceful; 130
Rather than drifting away from our claims and our high-minded standards
letting a clansman – although it might be just a single exception –
act for the cheaters by either be cheater himself or by vouching
for individual cheaters in inner discussions and gossip –
rather than this I suppressed such disputable statements and comments 135
and, if a member was caught with a script, then without hesitation
I – not allowing for further debating – imposed relegation.
That way I tried to ensure that the clan still remained all untainted.
Ha! and you know how successful I’ve been: Have a look on the scurrile
rats I unmasked! And among them are Darthboss and Devy and Fisto!” 140
Calling those names an appallingly blazing, red fire was igniting
Outcast’s both eyes in a manner a truculent burning, that seizes,
after it started petite and unnoticed in middle of nowhere,
whipped by strong winds and drouth, all of a sudden! the forest completely.
Thus his both eyes were ignited, a frightening aspect to look at. 145
Having breathed in and out deeply the leader resumed his oration:
“Even with this so effective technique, I can feel that it’s seething
under the surface, decaying unsighted within the Alliance.
Since we’re in ongoing quarrel with dastard and fraudulent people,
it is no wonder they’ve spread the small seeds of misgivings and doubting. 150
Yet this is due, when you’re bearing in mind, that the clan’s now existing
longer than any of those, who’re against us, have ever expected.
But that’s no reason at all to lay back and let happen the downfall.
Nay! By no means we have earned our retirement. The game, it still needs us!
Since we’ve to face this new issue of unknown affliction and danger, 155
we’ve to apply just as well an unheard-of and novel procedure!
Hear my astucious and artful maneuver to purge the Alliance:
I want to separate those, who’re receptive to cheaters and lamers
carrying strife to the heart of the clan, from all those, who are having
more unrelenting and adamant morals, for they are the marrow 160
mirroring, what the Alliance’s merit and maximum form is.
Teams, they are forged by initial ideals, dedication and effort.
Quantity I am not interested in, but the quality only.
Pardon me, fellow! I read you’re bemazed from your facial expression.
Rightly it monishes me to surcease the equivocal talking. 165
Making the long story short: I am going to leave the Alliance.”
Hearing those twisted and blood-curdling sentences Maximus jumped up
drawing himself to the full height and size of his vigorous body.
All of his muscles contracted without his control and twain urges
inwardly rivaled each other: One pushed him to reach for the weapon, 170
fleeing was called by the second: His body remained in its rigor;
just like a Jawa that’s stricken with terrible fear and with horror,
seeing a Tusken or merely perceiving a sign of their presence,
promptly is petrified being unable to move just the slightest,
even although it’s consumed by the wish to escape and take refuge. 175
Maximus, trembling in every limb and all fraught with confusion,
started to stutter in utter torpidity and stupefaction.
Just bit by bit the awareness of what he had heard reached his conscience.
Slowly the strain of his muscles subsided and turned to the converse:
Feebleness spread in his joints and the knees discontinued their duties, 180
Maximus sunk in the seat. A vast emptiness crept in his stomach.
Morbid and cold thoughts began to infringe on his mind, like a fisher
feels, who has studied the handcraft of fishing and sailing a vessel
year after year from his father, the dear and beloved, by attending
day after day the excursions and trips to the high seas and offing 185
braving the weather and winds, but who finally faces the moment,
when his role model is snatched by the grim and implacable Reaper;
and when the vessel, his second home once, has turned into a bucket
rotten and worm-eaten; when – once a gate to adventure – the shore has
turned to a cliff with a murky abyss, and when even the ocean, 190
beautiful once and attractive, has turned to a dangerous graveyard,
into a man-eating beast, a repellent and unending desert.
Such kind of feelings assaulted the trainer of dozens of Jedi.
Outcast the widely renowned and illustrious leader and founder
smiled, when he saw the reaction of Maximus, then he took pity 195
on his old friend and arose to quiescently clear up his dodges:
“Dearest companion! Accept my apologies for this deception!
Quiet your mind: I am not in reality leaving or quitting!
But I want everyone in the clan to believe and to reckon
that to be true. It is part of my plan: I will fake my departure. 200
And when they really consider me gone, they will all soon unbosom,
what their authentic convictions are, whom their devotion belongs to
really and truly. For I – as a matter of fact – am the reason,
why the Alliance is standing this strong in the war against cheaters,
why these delinquents are worming into the array of our members: 205
They wouldn’t dare to disclose their opinions, while I am in power,
but when they deem, that the instance has come to advance and to usher
in a new phase of the war. And as soon as the minds of everybody
have been revealed, I’ll return and can easily purge the Alliance.
That, my associate, that is my plan. Now say, will you support me?” 210
Quoth he and smiled. Hesitating a while, lastly Maximus answered:
“Outcast my fellow! I know you for all of those years and I trust you,
so I will follow, support and assist you, whatever you venture.
But let me ask you a question, so I can abandon my doubtings:
Aren’t you frightened at all, that the members dissever and vanish 215
into thin air? They might panic and perish within the disorder.”
Quoth he and gazed at his fellow, who answered these words of disaster:
“Well then, so be it. But this is the only approach that could mayhap
lead to success - and betimes a small sacrifice is the condition.
That kind of havoc is needed, so that those rapscallions venture 220
stating their minds in the first place. Another good justification
is, that the members are needed to demonstrate staunchness and vigor.
What better moment to prove their devotion can ever be given?
Yes, they will c
ry, the Alliance will bleed and the members will suffer
hard times. But after this sacrifice, we will stand stronger than ever: 225
All of the meritless members will blossom or notelessly vanish.
And after all: There will still be yourself to unburden their troubles!
Those, who uphold the right minds, will of course be aware, whom to follow!”
Quoth he and smiled once again to relieve the concerns of his fellow
blatantly written onto his contemplative facial expression. 230
Just in the second, when silence was starting to cease the debriefing,
quarrel and clamor intruded into the magnificent hallways.
Ere the illustrious leaders could head for the doors of the temple,
one of the staunchest attenders of Outcast, hard-working and eager,
rushed through the doors, out of breath, yet he lowered his gaze as a tribute. 235
“Hurry Katarn!” quoth the leader, “And give me account of the reason
for this outrageous and scandalous furore!” “Milord, they’re invading!”
answered Katarn, “There are dozens and hundreds of raiding assaulters!”
“Summon our men to the weapons!” yelled Maximus fraught with enragement.
Hying outside of the hall, the twain leaders were seized by amazement: 240
Casting a glance from the ledge above over the realm they commanded,
Outcast and Maximus saw a gargantuan chaos of people.
All esplanades were – as far as the eye could behold – absolutely
crowded with combatant Jedi, just like the terrain, when the locusts –
gathered in droves to a plague – are devouring the crops, is completely 245
covered by vermin and not any longer apparent to vision.
Muse, hear my pleading! Disclose the most glorious heroes and also
shew me their palmiest deeds and endow me with sweet inspiration!
Steadily struggled the fighters, the fortunes of warfare kept changing.
Sabers of light in each coloring clashed hard with glistering thunder. 250
First of all Jedi excelled the unscrupulous slayer called Lunar,
brother within the small sect called Insane Force, a troop of marauders.
Holding his saber within a tight grip and maintaining in tension
every muscle disposed to unleash the belligerent power,
Lunar watched out for his very first victim to kick off the carnage. 255
Hastily bustled his glances between the contesting opponents,
unto his visions had caught GodGrowMore, the unwearying gateman,
how he withdrew from the battle and sought to attain the safe temple
trying to dodge the tremendous attacks by avoiding encounters.
Lunar, by locking his sight on the peaceable friend of carousal, 260
sliced through the cohorts with purposive moves like a powerful panther
secretly chasing the nescient prey with unhearable footsteps
graciously taken with paws of incredible, death-dealing vigor.
And in the manner the vigorous panther abruptly leaps forwards,
once it has crept close enough to a wandering, unaware tapir, 265
ere the superior hunter strikes down the faint prey with a single
paw-swipe for driving its fangs in the neck of the paralyzed victim,
Lunarstrain lunged at the poor GodGrowMore, who fell over, and quickly
struck with his saber and plunged it right into his chest and bored through it.
At the same moment the doomed became one with the force and a sudden 270
blaze of green light seized his body, that instantly vanished. The beaten
Jedi preferred to stay out of the fight and abandoned the server.
Lunar – without retardation – betook himself back into ambush
seeking another convenient chance to aggrandise his glory.
Therefore he started his hidden equipment and technical gadgets, 275
tools he acquired from the manhunters hailing from Mandalore, broadly
known as the Evil Creators. With aid of such gadgets the owner
gained the prompt access to many deceits: They delivered strategic
data about other Jedi displaying their current condition.
Then they could spot hidden men behind walls with a thermal detector. 280
Then they could even affect with the use of magnetic induction,
how one would brandish his lightsaber both in defense and attacking.
Using t hese tools the magnificent Lunar detected BlueNinja,
who was retreating from battle, already appallingly wounded:
He’s been surprised by a sudden attack of apace and ferocious 285
lightning, that left no observable traces behind and yet made him
flee from the perilous courtyard and head for some life-saving bacta.
From a safe distance the combative Lunarstrain threw his unerring
saber, that ruthlessly hurtled towards the unknowing BlueNinja,
hit him right into the flank and thus gave him a mournful quietus. 290
But not unsighted remained this achievement, when Alien followed
back with his eyes, how the saber returned into Lunarstrain’s fingers.
Alien guided his footsteps without retardation to Lunar
driven by fury and anger about the demise of his fellow,
reached him instanter and fiercely besieged him with numberless sword thrusts. 295
But he could not find a way through the sparking defense of the nimble
saber, that Lunarstrain swung with incredible speed and precision.
Every strike was disposed by a seemingly effortless parry.
Alien’s fury increased and soon made him neglect his own defense.
Lunar however just watched for his chance to exploit such an error, 300
knowing that one chance is more than enough to decide a contention.
Therefore, as soon as he spotted a loophole, he sidestepped a swinging
blow and by spinning around his own axis he cut with his saber
right through the Stormtrooper’s armour, that Alien wholly depainted
using the colors of death and of blood and that now was dissected 305
from the left hip, straight across the firm torso, up to the right shoulder.
Even before the exanimate body of Alien rested
on the cold ground, his magnanimous mentor perceived a disturbance
in the ubiquitous Force, as if little by little his pupil’s
voice cried out louder in anger but then though was suddenly silenced. 310
Taking a deep breath, the righteous Mereel sought to sense his surroundings
using the Force and discovered the corpses of both his disciples.
Pungently pierced through his heart the unbearable sorrow and hatred
rose in his chest that endeavored to ruthlessly venge the misdoing.
After discovering Lunar as causative for this affliction 315
all of Mereel’s irrepressible rancor unloaded upon him.
Straightly he guided his footsteps without retardation to Lunar.
But in his way stepped the powerful lords of dark forces called Phantom
Menace and Redbull and even the frightening Laaf with his ruses.
Still the resentful Mereel didn’t hesitate rushing to battle, 320
taking them on altogether. He dashed at his imminent rivals
like a humongously massive and ragingly roaring black grizzly
dashes against a dense fencing consisting of ironclad lances,
dauntlessly breaks into pieces those lances with one single paw-swipe
and this way routs the brigade formed of even the pluckiest huntsmen. 325
Thus the unfearing Mereel pounced against the calamitous triad,
firstly assaulting the boisterous Menace, who sought with a lightning
tempest to ward off the strike. But Mereel didn’t make yet the slightest
effort to parry the counter and simply endured the fierce torment
not even showing a sign of his pain. And before the astonished 330
Menace could even react, his adventurous heart was already
spiked by the blade, that Mereel so unerringly swung. Ere the final
breath could escape the exanimate body, Mereel changed his target,
jumped towards Redbull and choked him by using his dark and unholy
Force powers. Promptly he tossed his opponent apace and severely 335
hither and thither through volatile heights and at last smashed his body
onto the walls of the temple and painted them crimson and scarlet.
But the experienced Laaf showed a far more conversant reaction:
Gripping Mereel now on his part, Laaf tossed him with even more craftship
through the thin air and Mereel was unable to break the firm choke-hold. 340
Nevertheless the unflinching Mereel wasn’t ready to give in:
Just when the animal spirits began to relinquish his senses,
right then Mereel in his thirst to avenge the demise of his pupils
fully entrusted himself to the powerful Rage of the vital
Force. That’s why Laaf was completely surprised that Mereel was still living, 345
after the grip was resolved, and when all of a sudden a saber,
swung by Mereel, slit his Trandoshan throat and concluded the combat.
Firstly the winner collapsed to his knees due to utter exhaustion,
but he recovered as fast as can be, for he totally focused
onto his primary target, his actual enemy: Lunar. 350
Not anymore was obstructed the way and at last the avenger
guided his footsteps directly to Lunar and faced him in battle.
Giving free rein to his anger Mereel unrelentingly battered
Lunar, who anyway parried with ease all the mightful advances.
For a long time span the combat remained undecided and no-one 355
gained an advantage or spotted a way to subdue his opponent.
Lastly Mereel interrupted the faltering fight and stepped backwards.
Thereon he spoke these aliferous words and he voiced his opinion:
“Sordid, despicable miscreant! Ho! Is there any disgraceful
outrage, that you’d not commit? Over there I discover the lifeless 360
lich of the young GodGrowMore! Tell me what kind of honor you strove for
killing that peacable wassailer? Was his defeatsuch a noble
proof of your prowess? And there I can see my disciple BlueNinja,
bearing a wound on his back! So is that your perception of fairly
fighting a man? By just cowardly stabbing his back? And moreover – 365
clearly I saw it, for I am from Mandalore too and I notice
cheating, when someone so blatantly uses it – you are a cheater!
Thus you are robbing my chance to revenge my beloved disciples,
hiding behind your perfidious tools! Faugh! Or are you contemning
us so severely, that even providing a fight that is righteous 370
seems to you too much to ask for? Pshaw! What’s all this bragging and idle
talk then about? Do you really feel mighty and strong, when you only
win by deceits? That means either you’re craving so much for your glory,
that in return you accept to be living a lie and illusion,
or you are finding a sick and insidious joy in deriding 375
us by destroying, defrauding and – even beyond that – denying.
Either way you are a caitiff, pathetic and piteous failure!
Are you a Jedi at all? Is your bond to the Force really that weak?
When was the last time you felt someone’s presence surround you, instead of
letting your thermal detector go after the warmth of his body? 380
Maggot, begone now! Dishonor no more the augustness of Jedi!”
Quoth he and hushed. Thereon Lunar replied and he voiced his opinion:
“Guard your mendacious and insolent tongue! I am conscious of yonder
void allegations. But usually puissant and powerful warmen
dignify me by assuming, that I must be cheating, that no-one 385
ever could really be that strong: a compliment coming from adepts.
Coming from you though, a laughably feeble and cowardly meacock,
those accusations are truly absurd! You would blame me for cheating,
even if you had chopped off – what a funny amusement – your own arm
waving that sword in your infamous fashion of nervously twitching. 390
Weaklings like you, when they’re worsted, resort to obscene defamation.
All of your charges dissolve into smoke, once your flam is uncovered;
then those reproaches attest to your absence of knowledge in warfare:
Neither sheer power, nor crude and brute violence certainly warrant
victory, nay! By a single torpedo the death-star was blasted, 395
whilst it was apt to extinguish a planet entirely with one shot.
Truly! For cunning and crafty that man has to be, who intends to
carry the day; although he, who combines these essential acquirements
both in himself, is the best of the glorious heroes of warfare.
You on the contrary seem too fixated on one of these virtues. 400
Now it miscarries against me and leaves you completely defenseless
making you bluster and rant like a touchy and petulant damsel.”
Quoth he and hushed. But Mereel then replied and he voiced his opinion:
“Woe! Don’t you dare to compare to the sorely afflicted rebellion!
You are the cruel aggressor relying on technical weapons! 405
They were the valiant martyrs withstanding superior tyrants!
Everyone is aware of your fraudulent cheating! Stop hiding!”
Quoth he and hushed. Thereon Lunar replied and he voiced his opinion:
“No-one can possibly know, since the bone of contention is phony.
Why should I carry on paying attention to pitiful blather?” 410
Quoth he and hushed. Thereupon they resumed their implacable duel.
Meanwhile intruders assailed the commodious hangar of spacecrafts.
Ere the invasion had started, a numerous crowd of Alliance-
members was gathered down there: they were sparring, disporting or talking.
Now it was Ryner, who first of the raiders arrived at the inner 415
parts of the temple, a grandmaster leading the sect, that was widely
known by the denomination of Flaw. They were wont to discomfit
rivals by flawless abasements: They spread trepidation and terror.
Ryner descried a small grouplet of practicing Jedi in front of
shipment containers: the neophytes Skambak and Solidsnake dueled, 420
studying classical fencing instructed by Bacara’s guidance.
Fixing his gaze on these blissfully ignorant, Ryner dashed closer.
Eager for bloodshed he hurtled his blade from afar and attracted
thus their attention to him. The two tenderfeet shied at the giant,
Bacara though did not flinch and repelled the assault from the distance. 425
Hence also Skambak and Solid took courage and backed up their teacher.
Ryner just smirked and accepted that challenge – still small in his judgment.
Just like a brawny and vigorous tiger of dreadful dimension,
after it stood on its hindlimbs and fully erected its body,
deals out with claw-baring paws its appalling and horrible punches, 430
giving its victim a sudden quietus by sinking its gory
fangs unrelentingly into the neck with a bone-breaking wrenching;
thus the immaculate Ryner attacked the dissimilar triplet.
Sidestepping Bacara’s sword-thrust, he parried the second of Skambak,
Solid attempted to strike from behind, but too quickly reacted 435
Ryner by ducking away and then kicking aback. Thereby Solid
was unexpectedly hit on the jaw and was dazed for a moment.
Turning his body adroitly to Bacara, Ryner unloaded
fiercely a push wave with aid of the Force for repulsing the target.
Skambak, before he could notice the peril befalling his fortune, 440
soon was disarmed and a saber was plunged through the midst of his eyeball.
This was the blood-curdling sight that appeared to the terrified Solid,
right when his senses returned, so he uttered a shattering outcry.
Ryner already approached with intent to annihilate Solid,
but with audacious celerity Bacara hied to his rescue, 445
leaping between the assailant and victim to ward off the onslaught.
Solid however in utter misjudgment of tactical measures,
sought to subdue the remorseless assassin of Skambak, his comrade,
driven by grief, with a forceful but venturous thrust of his saber.
Ryner foresaw the attack and eluded it, bringing his foeman 450
Bacara into the way of his fosterling’s lunge, who then noticed
barely in time, that he’d fail his intention, and switched off his weapon.
Still he – unable to come to a stop – inadvertently hurtled
into the back of his guardian, dragging him onto the ground floor.
Bacara, crashing his head with a thud, was surrounded by numbness. 455
Moribund Solid expected no mercy now, nor was he granted.
Ryner then stepped to the unconscious Bacara ready for slaying;
suddenly Hektor appeared and obstructed the passage to bloodshed.
Hektor had, once he had hearkened the stridently crying of Solid,
forced his sanguineous way through the hordes to relieve the affliction. 460
Nimble of foot and with dexterous moves had the canny contender
cut through the foes: with intent to attain his objective in good time
Hektor’d been dodging as many opponents as possible, only
fighting the ones, who’d attempted to block up the passage on purpose.
Like when a flexuous serpent, that hidden and soundlessly lapses 465
through the impervious thicket with elegant determination,
haply encounters a wandering predator, fearing no duel,
rather the victim minaciously raises its head with expanded
hood and, if closer the blundering predator comes, with a sudden
leap the victorious serpent unerringly plunges its venom 470
fangs in the flesh of its prey, that has ceded the name of a hunter;
thus, lissome Hektor had slain with a single, but powerful sword-strike
Santa, who’d tried to oppose him, without slowing down his swift running.
Roxy and Chink, who belonged to a squad coalesced with the sect that
Lunar was part of, thereafter had savaged together the hying 475
Hektor, who’d only adjusted his course and approached the containers,
trying to leave his pursuers behind in the corners and narrows.
Roxy had followed him running between the containers, maintaining
track of her target by using the Force to perceive her surroundings.
Chink had in contrast ascended the boxes to gain him a higher 480
ground and to fasten his eyes upon Hektor, whereby he’d drawn nearer.
Hektor however had known how to leverage this situation:
Taking a turn to the left he had vanished behind a container
just for a second, and Chink, who already had thought he’d outwitted
Hektor, had not even seen the calamity flying towards him, 485
cutting his body asunder with merely a noise, and the lethal
saber had found the way back to the hand of its owner, ere either
part of the truncated body had dropped to the ground. Yet the fearless
Roxy had almost caught up with her prey, but he’d blocked up her passage
using the Force to make boxes surprisingly tumble upon her. 490
Not being harmed, yet conceding defeat, she’d relinquished her rival.
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Wed 13 Nov 2013, 7:09 am
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anyone interested in a sequel?
