- 10'660 TYA -
- Tatooine -
(Clio POV)
"Tatooine, a lush world where twin suns warm fair skies. A thriving world, where the Kumumgah live peacefully in gleaming cities alongside its blue seas. A place where I have lived for many years now."
But that was before the ships of the Infinite Empire have started to darken the skies. Before they arrived.
"Those Rakata... I should tell Daddy about them." I say.
"Lady Clio! Lady Clio! What shall we do?"
"We have to do what we have done for a while now, fight and get back your planet for you," I say.
"But, Lady Clio, we aren't as strong as you are. There are so few of us who can use the Force like you," the Kumumgah tells me.
"I know, which is why I have been here to teach you. But now, we have to fight and throw the Rakata back where they came from. I will go out there personally. You are in charge of the resistance while I'm gone, Morka, alright?" I tell him and lift his spirit.
"Very well, Lady Clio. I shall do that."
I wave my hand in front of me and open a portal, just like Daddy taught us. I appear on the surface where still so many Kumumgah being enslaved and killed. Father told me I was a tender spirit, but that doesn't help me. I will need his help. I feel around until I find where the Predor is located.
"Primitive, these. Worth the journey, Xesh? Worth it to me?" the Rakata asks his Force Hound.
"Yes, Predor Tul'kar."
"I sense little worth reaping in them - but I wouldn't. This is why I have you, yes, Xesh?"
"Yes, Predor Tul'kar."
"Which one?" another Rakata soldier asks, pushing two Kumumgah children in front of the Force Hound. A Force Hound is a Force-sensitive servant of the Rakatan Infinite Empire. They seek out planets with powerful Force signatures, after which the Rakata would conquer the planets and cull the Force-sensitives from the native population. I feel the Force Hound check for Force-sensitivity.
"This one," the Force Hound says.
The Rakata soldier plunges his Force imbued spear into the boy's chest.
"MONSTER!! That was my son! You didn't need to kill him!" the boy's father shouts.
"We didn't need him at all. We are the victors, we do as we like with you," the Rakata Predor says.
"You have won this day, but the Kumumgah will fight! We will fight until you are driven from Tatooine!" the father shouts.
"Unlikely, that," the Predor says and uses Force lightning on the man.
Feeling what is about to happen, I take control of the Rakata soldier's brain and turn it off. He falls to the ground unconscious. Then I walk over to the boy and touch his chest, asking Mother for help and healing him, mending his skin and purging the dark energies from his system.
I feel the Force Lightning before I see it and stop it in its tracks.
*Zzzzzzzz*
"Not possible, that!" the Predor says after he sees his attack not touching me.
The Force Hound is also about to attack me, but I stop him in his tracks. I lift him into the air telekinetically and move him in the way of his Predor's attack.
"ARRRHHH!" he shouts in pain.
The commotion gathers many more Rakatan soldiers who rush to help the Predor and exterminate me. I feel their emotions, their greed, anger, hatred and their sinister and vile connection to Mother, which they have taken forcefully and abused to their own pleasure. I ask Mother, what I should do, what is it that could possibly be the answer to such disgusting creatures? They spread their influence across the galaxy, while I try to help those who can't very well help themselves. Father wasn't clear on this matter, despite telling us he is not an altruist. He hasn't said anything specific, but has insinuated that he has his rather 'violent' moments, or at least he did. I don't know what that means.
I wave my hand and force all of the Rakatan soldiers under an illusion, turning off their brains and forcing them into an unconscious state. Then I turn back to the Predor, who observes me with greed in his eyes. I feel his emotions and know what he's thinking about. Desire and greed... arrogance and the will to subdue me and use me as a slave against a political rival. It disgusts me greatly.
"Your arrogance knows no bounds, Rakatan. This is a fight you cannot win." I tell him.
"We don't know that yet. You will belong to me," he says.
A sudden vision flashes in my mind, and Mother warns me to get away. Danger, great danger is about to befall Tatooine. I can flee, leave and save myself... but that would mean the doom of Tatooine. The beautiful planet would die. I use all my strength and envelop the ground with my Force strength. I ask Mother for help and strength, just like Father would. DI feel her strengthening me, despite my refusing to follow her warning, and allowing me to envelop all of Tatooine, protecting it just in time. Then the attack arrives.
From the sky, the Rakata fire attacks using their advanced technology, fueled by Bogan and attack Tatooine. I feel the attacks hitting me and the planet. The attacks don't stop for many minutes, but I refuse to give up. I have studied under Father and Mother and have focused on the aspect of creation, rather than destruction. I also know of the need for destruction, but some of my siblings do that better than I, despite Father teaching us equally. Finally, the attacks stop.
As I let go of my control, I use the last moments of focus to attack the Rakata warships in the sky above Tatooine. This takes me beyond my limits. I start to lose focus and in my final moments, manage to open a portal to the safest place I know...
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(3rd Person POV)
- Galuch -
The Galuchians were a remarkable race and very dear to Primus. He has come to appreciate their nature and way of life as it was, in a way, similar to his own. Not in the grand scheme of things and certain details, like life-span and biology and whatnot, but in the way they conduct themselves.
The Galuchians are subject to wild mood swings, reacting in unpredictable ways to different situations. They might be viewed as primitive and even barbaric by other species. And in some ways, that is true. The Galuchians do not possess advanced technology, wearing simple garments, such as loincloths, made of vegetable material and bone. They value life as a whole more than the progress of their society. And the reason for that is one of their most remarkable features, their innate Force-sensitivity and deep connection to the Living Force.
Although not as powerful as trained Je'daii, the Galuchians are able to use the Force to control their environment. Their connection to the Force gives them a somewhat primal attitude, from which their mood swings stem. Faced with the ever-shifting balance of the Force on their homeworld, the Galuchians struggle to resist the dark side, or Bogan as the Je'daii call it, throughout their history. Many individuals, and even entire tribal pockets, descended into violence and madness. The influence of Bogan also affects them physically, causing their bodies to mutate to reflect their tortured psyches.
In a way, their close connection to the Living Force is similar to Primus. They also have to watch out for what he does with his ever-growing power and control, as he could and would descend the galaxy and the entire Universe into chaos and destruction. He feels this aspect of the Galuchians makes them kindred spirits in a way, even if Primus has long surpassed what could be logically explained. And so he has decided to help them and welcome them to the Je'daii Order as they represent a very important aspect of it. In balance, they will find peace.
So Primus and Valdor have been introducing the Galuchians to the way of the Je'daii Order, how to listen to the Force, and how to treat her. After ten millennia of remaining mostly in one Solar system, it was a welcome respite for Primus. He could remain in one spot forever if he had to, but he also enjoyed doing something. And to teach a race who was more than willing to listen and learn was something he truly enjoyed.
As Primus was talking, a portal opened, and through it, Clio fell. Feeling his love call out to him, and his daughter's condition, Primus stops talking immediately and catches her body.
"Clio!" Valdor shouts and arrives next to them.
Primus touches his daughter's forehead and feels her condition.
"What's wrong, Father?" Valdor asks.
"Clio has pushed herself beyond her limits. It seems she has encountered something rather bothersome. For her to be in this state. Don't worry, she'll make it just fine. Come, dear, I'll take care of it."
Primus walks towards his hut, which he created amongst the village where they were staying at the moment. He gently places her on his bed and moves his hand over her figure slowly. The Force reacts before he does and flows into Clio, healing her and touching her spirit, connecting it with Primus. This is something Primus has been doing for all his children. He has created a method of connecting his spirit with theirs and sharing their pain whenever it was too much for them. He takes the load off Clio and deals with it.
Primus sees what happened and closes his eyes. He waits for Clio to wake up again, in her own time. Until then, he will wait.
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It takes a few hours for Clio to process everything and wake up. The first thing she sees is her father, sitting at her side and smiling at her.
"Well? How are you, daughter?" he asks her.
"Tired."
"Is that so?" Primus chuckles, knowing his daughter's tendency to overstate her problems to get her father's attention and be spoiled.
"Yes."
"Tell me what happened, Clio."
"I have been on Tatooine for a few years now. I saw it in your archive in the library on your ship. You remember how beautiful it was, yes?" Clio asks.
"I remember Tatooine, yes. It's also where my eagle went, the last time I checked. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Primus asks her.
"Aviator has followed me of his own will. I didn't do anything."
"He has grown addicted to the food you give him. And stop calling him Aviator."
"Hmpf. As I was saying, I was on Tatooine when the Rakata arrived. It was a terrible time, and I tried to arrange for the Kumumgah to form a resistance to fight against them. But their technology has proven too much, and not enough Force-sensitives have been trained yet. I confronted the Predor, who finally arrived, together with his Force Hound, but the Predor had ordered the bombardment of the entire planet. I managed to save all of Tatooine with Mother's help, but I fell unconscious before I could destroy all the Rakata warships. The Predor and his slave have fled, most likely. After that, I awoke here."
"I see. Well, you can recuperate here for a while. Allow me to take care of it."
After saying that, Primus walks out of the hut. He creates a portal and then leaves Galuch. After probing the entire galaxy for the Rakata he is looking for, he moves through space and time and arrives at the location he wanted. Aboard a Rakatan vessel, aptly named the Devourer. Ironically, the warship is in the Tython System.
*BROOOMP*
The entire Rakatan warship halts in its tracks, and everyone except the Rakata on board as well. Following Newton's third law, the Rakata crash forward against the walls, hurting themselves.
"What's going on? Who dared to sabotage my ship?" Predor Tul'kar shouts in anger.
"The ship has stopped moving, Predor Tul'kar. We don't know what's happening!"
"What?"
"That would be my doing," a new voice says.
The Rakata turn around to find Primus standing there with his hands behind his back, looking at the ground. The Rakata are practitioners of Bogan, the dark side of the Force, and they are strong. But they are stupid at this moment. The foot soldiers rush forward, attacking Primus with their Bogan-imbued weapons. But before they can harm Primus, they are frozen and placed in Force stasis. Then... the air changes.
All of the slaves on board disappear. The outer hull of the warship groans as if it were under enormous pressure. Beams begin to bend, and the ground shudders. The air turns cool, and the Rakata's breath starts to become visible.
"I am a simple man..." Primus starts.
The metal wall dents and bends more and more, and the warship begins to be pressed together from all sides.
"... I allow most their personal freedom and don't want much for it..."
Predor Tul'kar's eyes widen, and he understands his own emotions. He is overwhelmed with fear. He watches as all of the Rakata soldiers' limbs begin to twist ever so slowly, giving them great agony. But they aren't allowed to scream in pain, Primus won't allow it.
"... I love very few things in my life, and you... You had to attack one of the things I love dearest in my existence..."
*CRACKK*
The Rakata's bones break, and their limbs are crushed into thin lines. The pressure wanders further up, reaching their mid-sections and finally arriving at their heads.
"... I have allowed you vermin to exist for far too long."
The Rakata soldiers have been thoroughly crushed into very small marbles of gore and blood. The warship has been compressed so only Primus and the Predor remain.
"Time to change that," Primus says.
"AAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The Predor screams as he feels all of the cells of his body disintegrate, while he is forced to endure the entire process until he finally dies. Primus has not used Bogan to do this; he hasn't upset the balance or anything like that. He has always just used the Force as a whole and not parts of it. But she has felt his anger and seen his ruthlessness. So what is her reaction?
Approval.
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Surprise chapter. Hope you enjoy