Private Ode to the gods

[Anakin Starwalker]

Anakin / Aiden had searched and searched for the planet Mortis. The world where Anakin, Ahsoka, and Kenobi had met the Mortis gods. He followed Force crumbs, echoes so old few might have known them. The Jedi.. was he a Jedi? The Councuk had seen fir to knight him, and yet he wielded the powers of the Shadow. His god was fallen and he wanted to learn how.. and why. The expedition on Mortis had no data, only the accounts of Anakin, Ahsoka, and General Kenobi, and their reports were.. redacted.. none of them gave a clear picture of what transpired, or who these beings they has met really were.

What mattered was Anakin had been there. Any place he had tread was a pilgrimage site for Aiden where he drew greater resolve in his devotions and felt vergances. He had tried to contact The Chosen One numerous times, knowing that his Force Ghost from time to time crossed the chasm of the Netherworld to the galaxy far.

Perhaps it was his unworthiness that prevented a communion with The Chosen One or that he had not fully become like The Master in every way. This devotion.. fanaticism.. made him scour the stars for Mortis. And it so happened one of his many treks on uncharted hyperlanes he came upon a world in the Wild of Space…

Mortis was by now a legend, a fable of bygone age. To Anakin it was the holy world waiting for a worthy acolyte of the Chosen One. Below him as he descended was trees glowing, brimming with pulse of the Life Giving Force, and terrain that shifted as if the world itself was moving. To set down his fighter woukd be perilious, so he set the ship to autopilot and said to his Astromech,
“R2, take the ship back to orbit, and I will hail you when I am done.”
The droid beeped and booped, it had over the real designation taped R2.

He opened the glass cockpit and looked down, bolts of lightning streaking the sky with clouds that moved as if a blackhole drew them away like curtains. Closing his eyes he said,
“Show me the way..”

He opened his eyes and saw sqaure pool of water and he leapt, free falling towards the planet, the wind chipped at him and he swayed in midair as he fell. The rush of this descent was intoxicating to him as he began to laugh uncontrollably and then at impact her reached out in The Force, calling the water up, like upside down water fall towards him, it wrapping him as he then plunged into pool of water with great splash that shot a great geyser of water from great rings that rippled and then the water went still.

A black glove hand broke the still surface of water and rising out was the curly haired head of the Disciple, he gasped as he drew in the life breath denied below and swam to edge and grabbed it. For a moment he restsed his head on the dark rock, and then hoisted himself up, his robes soaked, driping great drops and mini faucets of the fluid on the dry ground. He began to laugh again, uncontrollably, at first it was deep and sounded like “huh ha huh huh,” but then as his eyes burned with the fire of coals, it turned more “unnatural,” and sounded like something a creature from Korriban or some dark world would make…

 

[Cordelia Dimitte]

Cordelia’s ship was traveling in the Wild of Space, she was meditating, levitating over her chair, searching for disturbances in the Force. When she felt it, a strong surge of energy, and her eyes popped open and she commanded the Star Map to change course.

She saw a Jedi class fighter, a rather old model in orbit and she decided to scan it for lifecorms. Nothing came on the screen, whoever the pilot was had already gone to the surface. She piloted the craft through a thick fog and saw what appeared to be a temple of stone that rose as a precipice in the landscape and so Cord made for there and landed.

Stepping pit she pulled her black cloak around her and walked up some steps, when she heard a cadence, heavy breathing in pitches that made her spine tingle and she heard a woman scream.
“This is your Destiny!”

Cord paused as she felt echoes of something that started to overwhe her, when then she saw a toering figure walking ahead of her, his dark brown cape dragging in the stone steps.
“Wait! Stop!”

She began to sprint up and the Shadow paused, and turned when she heard those breaths again, eyes aflame looking at her. She was tempted to reach for his saber hilt, but his gaze had her petrified, and as he drew near his face began to expose in some of light that broke through the clouds.

Cordelia began to step back as she felt the darkness that rose from him as if steam. She tripped and fell one a knee, scratching her exposed skin when he offered a hand. Cord blinked as she could now see him better, his features handsome and his hair in curls of blond tempered by brown. Cordeli reached out with her naked hand…

Anakin Starwalker

 

[Anakin Starwalker]

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Anakin saw a great structure in the distance, a tower of stone that was colossal. He made his eay to it, his robes heavy from the wet as he came to a valley that swirled with clouds, he made his way through, he could hear the whispers of the Whills, the Force chattering throigh the creaking of oaks and the wind howling displeasure. He came to steps hewn from stone and began to ascend into what was cliffs and came to plateau where monastery rose like a mountain ahead. With each step he heard voices from this nexus,

“You are the Chosen One! You will bring balance to The Force.”

“You must take my place.. my children will murder one another.”

Anakin came to steps that would ascend inside when he heard a voice cry out, imploring him to halt. He turned to see a young women who was heavy with an air of urgency, her gate was uneasy and her face betrayed a weariness of soul he knew all too well. When she came close to him, he descended and that made her withdrawal and fall. She was on bended knee as he reached down with his leather gloved hand, she taking hold as she helped her to her feet.

His flaming eyes swirled with fresh fire as he examined her, she had long raven black hair and pale akin with rather unusual eyes that looked fire magenta.

He spoke softly,
“Are you alright?”

There was a tenderness to his tone as the flames in his eyes subsided for the time, and his composure was less mechanical and as a warrior ready to tilt. This transformation was nothing new to him, the two sides liver on harmony, and how quickly the harsher.. darker side could snap back in place was a matter of snapping one’s fingers…

Cordelia Dimitte

 

[Cordelia Dimitte]

Cordelia saw it, some shift in him upon taking her hamd and helping her to her feet. His eyes.. the blaze was buried to reveal blue as the ocean and his demeanor was transformed, he spoke softly and showed no signs of hostility. When he asked about her well being she replied,

“A scrape.. nothing some Becta or Kolto cannot mend.”

Despite his new found gentleness, she still was on her guard. She had been led here by the Force, and last time she had killed a Sith..

“This world is strange with The Force.. it is as if everything is moving..”

Aftee a pause she turned back to him,
“My apologies, I have not introduced myself.. I am Cordelia Demitte.”

She gave a slight bow, which was odd because she had no idea his affilation in the Force. One minute he read Darksider, the next Light, which was puzzling.

“What is your name?”
She made the inquiry with a bat her eyes, which reminded her of a time when she did that before with Balun Dashiell in what seemed now a life time ago, though in actuality was not so far in the past. She was up to her old tricks, using her wiles to gather information, though she sensed who stood before her was not one easily cracked, he was an enigma to her. And so she tried to assert some control with the weapojs she knew best. And yet he did not seem to stir at her attempts to flirt or so it seemed. She would have to wait patiently for his response.

 

[Anakin Starwalker]

The Dark Pilgrim crossing his arms as he listened to her muse about her medical status and then this world. She revealing her name, not one he had evercheard of, though she did not have the appearance of one that walked in the circles he had.
When she asked for his name, he hesitated, since he had adopted a namesake that was not his given name. A process of emulating his Master by even losing his identity in Him.

“My name is Anakin.. Anakin Starwalker.”

He turned to look at the entrance of the Monastery, he was eager to explore it and find any traces of The Chosen One still there. There was little that could shake the newly christened Jedi Knight from his quest. Nothing, not even s dazzling dame would shake his resolve. He gestured with his hand towards the great arched entrance and said,

“Shall we?”

He offered his arm to help her ascend, her leg wounded and thus tender. This act of chivalry was deeply rooted in this part of his personality, he was Knight and she as dar as he was concerned a Lady. What purpose she held was a mystery, then again no one was entirely clear in there intentions. He sensed no hostility in her, and the curiosity about this world and him was clearly taking precedence in her feelings, he could sense her attraction to him and she probably could tell he found her pleasing to the eye. Though his mind was more occupied by his hope of finding any relics or echoes of His god.

She took his arm and they began walking inside, where they came to a great court of stone, and up on dais was thrones. Turning to her he said,
“This world is Mortis, and once was ruled by Force gods.. those are their thrones..”

He stopped abruptly as he felt it, the traces of Skywalker’s steps,
“We are on holy ground where the Chosen One walked!”
Cordelia Dimitte

 

[Cordelia Dimitte]

He helped her steady herself and gave her some answers,
“Anakin.. that name is familiar.”

He then began to escort her into the Temple, taking her arm which made her blush slightly, though it was clear it came from an intent to assist her. He had no reached for his lightsaber, nor used His power in any way. He seemed like a Jedi, a genuine Keeper of the Peace, which was a strange juxtaposition with how he appeared earlier, witj eyes as flame.

They entered the great structure and she saw the thrones, which he explained belonged to gods.

“Gods? Huh.. I have never heard of this place, nor Force gods. And Chosen One? Who is that..”

She saw him suddenly prostrate himself, laying with his robes stretched out. She raised at brown at this veneration. Cordelia had not seen any Force User behave thus, showing a kind of worship. She got on her knees besides him and said,
“Uh.. so are you part of a religious sect or something?”

She wanted to say cult, but errored on being more delicate with her words, which showed some growth. She had come to a strange world and now was witnesssing even stranger behavior.

 

[Anakin Starwalker]

Rising from his state of rapture, Anakin stood and made a motion with fingers across his forehead in the shape of an A and crossed it with his index, middle, and thumb fingers. He then turned to Cordelia Dimitte and addressed each of her queries,
“The Force gods were Celestials.. an ancient and powerful race that were worshipped as deities. Whither they were in point of fact gods is immaterial, they left their mark on the galaxy.”

He then paused, focusing on how to express his knowledge of The Chosen One, in hopes of not blaspheming.

“The Chosen One was a prophecized One who would bring balance to The Force. His name was Anakin Skywalker, a Jedi Knight and General during the Clone Wars.”

This Anakin became solemn as he shared this gospel, and held his hands together as if in prayer. He saw she was curious by his rites and even made a remark about it.

“I am a Disciple of Skywalker, I seek to become a reflection of Him, to bring balance and use my powers as he did.”

He adjusted his robes a little dust fron prostration. It was now his turn to ask questions,
“Now.. what do you follow Cordelia? Are you a acolyte of the dark or a paladin of the light? Or something in between?”

Aiden was rather pleased with his ability to relate the message of The Chosen One, though the particulars she would have to further inquire. The Disciple did not seek to thrust his faith upon others, the Jedi Council saw it as deviation and borderline heretical. It only pleased them he had no intent to become an avatar for Anakin Skywalker, though he did a good imitation of General in The Clone Wars so well according to archival footage that they made Aiden see a Jedi Shrink till he was knighted.

 

[Cordelia Dimitte]

Cordelia crossed her arms as she listened to a history lesson. Celestials was something she had heard whispers of once, though no one had ever endeavored to explain to her what they were till now. Then he shared about This Chosen One and that was when she realized why she knew the name Anakin,
“Oh I know of Him.. he was Master to Ahsoka Tano and didn’t he become a Sith Lord? Darth..”

She was having trouble calling uo the memory, this planet had a unusual effect, it was teeming with Force energy so overwhelming that her head kept fogging. It was then she notoced movement, she drew hee lightsaber hilt and snapped the lavender blade to life,
“Did you see that?”

Her eyes searched the shadows, there was not many places to hide in the grand hall, and yet whatever had darted by was able to conceal itself. The hum of her lightsaber was joined by another, she suspected it was Anakin, and she hoped that he was taking position to cover her back, for now the light that had been pouring in via skylights was going dark, now only her purple blade and blue ligjt behind her gave any light.

 

[Anakin Starwalker]

He smiled when she shared some knowledge of the Chosen One, his curly hair waving as he came closer.
“That is correct! Ahsoka was His Apprentice and a powerful Jedi. I envy her.. she got to directly be trained by Him.. what a priviledge, what an honor.”

Then she mentioned the dark bits, he had closer his eyes in satisfaction, and when Cordelia Dimitte mentioned the Other Side.. his eyes opened with amber pupils crackling, he finishing her words,
“Darth Vader..”

A chill entered the room at the mention of the name. Then something stirred and her Companion drew her hot purple kyber blade and took a defensive position. Anakin drew her Praetor himt and immolated the larimar blue blade and took a position at her flank.

“I did.. whatever they are.. they are many.”

Then with a smirk he said,
“This is where the fun begins.” Quoting The Chosen One himself as he swung he blade with one hand on Shien flurry.

Figurea began tp circle, and then lights of red illuminated in long tails all about, they snappee and swung about in the air, as one shouted, “Blessed is The Name of the Son!”

They converged with there light whips in a cluster, Anakin spin his blade in a circle to deflect the tips that snapped at him like serpents. The crackle echoed in the great hall, and sparks flew as Anakin did a backflip landing on a great table and shouted,
“I have the high ground!”

The Assailants whips at his bots which he kicked over in a dance and slashed at a head that exposed itself in a recovery shooting sparks into the air.

“Cordelia! Get on the table and help me make this their Last Supper!”

Another whipper came and flicked its weapon which Anakin leapt over the rope like glowing cord and landed perfectly on his heel, he reached with hand and called with The Force, pulling the enemt up into his blade, ot burning through his chest as he took its Light Whip and kicked the body off into the shadows were more serpents of red came, Anakin flicked the whip make “snap!” sound as he used it to flick at those rushing at the long table.
He spun on top cuttjng with bis blue blade and swinging the red whip to knock another trying to climb atop, the whip blade wrappee around the neck and tore it from its shoulders, a mask with a red visor falling in smoke.

 

[Cordelia Dimitte]

The whips of of red snapped at her like serpents in the shadows. She parried several that came closevto her neck, her magenta blade crackling as she stopped them. She had one wrap around her blade and she yanked the warrior on to their face and pullee them up yo her blqde that she dippee into their temple. A hole of molten orange that turned black with a puff of smoke.

She heard Anakin call her to take refuge on the great and long table, and remembering her many scrapes in the past beside Balun Dashiell , she instructively obeyed. Leaping up with a burst of The Force she met two more whips that like tentacles of a Sarlaac came after her. Whoever these warriors were, they were tenacious. She saw bolts of lightning come from her ally and she felt a nudge to give in, to allow the dark side to flow through herself once more. It would make this far easier, if she just reached out, and let the current flow through her finger tips and caste those gnarled heated bolts. She reached out, and felt the chill, ironic to the uninitiated that the darkness was cold and yet could create fire and lightning. A year ran down her cheek, she had dedicated herself to shutting the door as a Jedi Intiate and a member of the Dark Hand. Now what was she? She had attempted to become something and now she was returning to the roots.. of darkness and it hurt.. inside ahe felt her soul tear as the bolts floweed forth and met a horde of warriors, causing them to bow and jolt in contorted ways ad she tore at them with the burning white bolts.

The assault halted as many of the remaining assailants lowered their whips and stepped into the light of their sabers, one in a Mask with the Eye of Bogan said,
“You wield the Son’s power.. we pledge ourselves to you.”

Cordelia dropped her saber as she wept and buried her face in the warm hands that had caste lightning. She was a Demitte again…