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re: Eziekial J Garret: Short story
 by Dissanence on July 21, 2011 11:09 pm
The glowing intensity of three moons reflected into the bedroom. Even now when he closes his eyes, he can see the array of blues and whites streaming through sealed windows, as the ship orbited the lights almost appeared to dance. At times they would creep up the blanket and make it seem almost transparent. Most nights Eziekial would wake and stumble to the window. Examining stars in the distance and promising himself that one day he would visit just one.
Eziekial lived on a republic research vessel. His father James was a bioengineer, who specialized in human implants. James was addicted to his work and strived for perfection, which left Eziekial mainly on his own.
Most children express that value of wonder and curiosity, However Eziekial did not have that privilege. His life instead was filled with structure, regimen and Loneliness. He still found ways to occupy his time, most days it was exploring the cargo hold. Playing hide and seek with halo-grams of other children, as many of his father’s associates did not have children. There was however one particular program that Eziekial favored most. It was one of a woman who appeared to be in her late 30’s. Her face was like an angel, smooth supple skin with a kind smile, golden flowing hair that spanned the length of her mid-back. She would comfort him on multiple occasions.
*The slam of a door is heard in the distance, Followed shortly after by Alarms*
*The existing lights begin to flicker, but finally come to a stop. The room rests still and in darkness.*
Eziekial breaks from his meditation and quickly pulls his lightsaber from its resting place on his side. He faces the door quickly moving the saber again to attack readiness. He stares at the door as it still remains closed. Footsteps begin to make their way down the long hallway. The sound is faint at first, but grows even more noticeable as it draws closer. The door begins to open slowly from the floor upward revealing a red tint. When the door finally reaches the top, a shadow stands in the hall and the figure is outlined only by his lightsaber. He charges quickly at Eziekial, but is met midway by the blue glow of a corresponding Jedi. The sabers clash each other in almost fluid like strokes, sparks flying as the objects in the room also meet the unstable energy. There is true hate in this mysterious man’s heart, and it fuels his continuous attack. Trying to end the battle quickly, Eziekial uses leverage to push and let go attempting to cause the man to become off balance. To his dismay the tactic did not work, instead un-footing him. Another hard clash is felt on his saber. Causing him to finally fall to the ground, dazed for a moment his eyes open again to see the red saber about to pierce him. He moves his saber horizontal to take the blow, while utilizing the force to throw a chair at the dark Jedi. The man quickly moves the blade to his right splitting the flying chair in two, but allowing Eziekial to slide out from under him. The figure stands still for a moment noticing the Jedi has become separated from his saber. “You are weak.” He gasps. His arms draw back quickly releasing a bolt of energy, as it hit Eziekial he is thrown through the wall at his back. Eziekial lay barely conscious on the floor; the injuries he suffered were too much. At that moment he began to see his life flash before him. The dark figure now realizing he had won walked slowly and arrogantly toward the fallen Jedi Extending his red blade forward. Eziekial’s eyes fluttered finally accepting that his life was concluded, He lay beaten and confused. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate. Attempting to block out the now bright red light as it drew closer to striking him down. The Sith pulled his blade high and began the life ending slash. Ezeikials eyes tightened now almost expecting the strike…But felt heat and opened his eyes to a white saber stopping the red firmly.
_________________ "I refuse to tip toe through life only to arrive at death's door safely."
"Dont drink you own bath water."
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