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din-skywalker · 2 years ago

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Cal could hardly look at the collection of lightsabers before, neatly stacked together. They were kept cleanly and orderly, but all Cal could think of as he stared at them was of the bane of the Clone Wars, General Grievous, and his collection of lightsabers, of the weapons from those he killed himself. The stories Cal had heard of that general before he'd gone with his Master Tapal...

But these weren't collected by General Grievous. And these aren't trophies. Neither are the carefully folded robes that had once belonged to the same Jedi of the lightsabers beside them.

He stares at the lightsabers, and the robes, and reaches out for the nearest weapon. He knows it's a bad idea, and he knows what will happen... but he feels as if he has to. To honor those that lost their lives and couldn't reach the safety that they had been so close to.

His fingertips have hardly brushed the handle of one small hilt before his eyes are flashing white and he's thrown into a memory;

Explosions. Heat. Lasers. Too loud. Too loud- where is Master? Why can't they find her? Why can't they move or think? Where is their Master?

Their ears ring as another explosion goes off, and they duck their head. They look around, desperatly searching for their Master. They can sense her, but they can't see her. They slither through the explosions and lasers, their eyes peeled to find her face.

They find her.

She's on the ground, twisted unnaturally for a humanoid. Her back is snapped to the side, her legs jutted too far out, the bones of her knees and thighs stabbing through her flesh. One of her arms are missing.

They can't keep looking. But they do look up at the sound of approaching footsteps. They do stare down their snout at the troopers that they'd fought with for years. The tip of their tail wraps around their saber's hilt, and they launch forward, fighting until they're shot down, until he strides forward, cloaked in black and more black, the hiss of his breathing hurting their ears.

He looms over them for only a second, before he plunges his red blade through their chest.

Just as their world goes black, Cal returns to the present. He gasps as his consciousness is thrown back into his body, and draws his hand back quickly from the saber's hilt. His mouth is dry, and the feeling of dying still rests in his chest, right where Vader had stabbed the poor Filltharin youngling.

His body is raked with trembling, and he blinks back the tears forming in his eyes. Well... that's the first time he's ever felt dying before.

He'd rather not feel it again... yet he reaches for the next saber, needing to know each of their owners' stories.

The next he grabs is much larger than the first, thicker in width with special engravings. He grabs it, and he's plunged into someone else's memories once more;

"Where is my Padawan?!" he roars, slamming his foot down on the stomach of a fallen trooper. He holds the saber directly beneath their chin, anger rolling in his gut. The bodies of those who had tried to help him and his Padawan are scattered around him, their faces pale and their bodies cold, the Force gone from them. "Where?!"

The trooper chokes, before going still, dead before he could finish questioning them. He snarls, maw full of fangs grinding together. He removes his foot from the corpse's chest, aware of a sudden, Dark presence. He glowers in its direction, and pursues it.

When he finds the originator, he can't move. A horrible, looking figure in all black stands before his young Padawan's corpse, slowly removing his red saber from her chest. Her eyes are wide open, terror reflecting in them and her expression. His stomach twists, and he snarls, pouncing at the figure who had killed her, anger blinding him.

When his vision returns, all he can see is the horrible masked face of the monster before him, its saber slicing through his stomach. He chokes on air, and then, light fades from his vision, and he is aware no more.

Cal chokes on air as well when he's forcibly returned, chest heaving with barely contained rage within. His mouth has gone dry, and he almost can't feel the lower half of his body. He quickly grabs at one of his legs, relief flooding him when he finds it there.

He swallows heavily, the images of Vader staining his mind.

He grabs another lightsaber, this time flung into the corridor of an unknown ship;

Her chest heaves as she claws at her neck, panic encasing her. The creature in black has no emotions, and holds her throat tightly within its grasp. Her feet uselessly kick at the air, and she knows she's going to die.

She wanted to be a Jedi. To save those in need. She'll never graduate from just the Initiate phase, now.

There's a sudden flash of green as a lightsaber is activated behind the creature. It lurches backwards when the burning blade nearly makes contact with its back, releasing her at the last second. She hits the floor on her knees, hard, and gasps like a fish out of water as a duel commences just in front of her. She blinks at the tears in her eyes and looks up, finding Jedi Knight Pil fighting off the monster that had slaughtered her fellow initiates.

They'd rescued her and a handful of initiates on that night. They'd been hiding, with their teaching. But then they'd been found.

Pil's jaws are clenched tightly as they connect blades with the black monster, desperately trying to fend the creature off. But the creature doesn't seem bothered in the slightest, quickly disarming them, following the move up with decapitating them.

She screams as their head hits the ground, and she knows it's useless now. The creature turns back to face her, and then its blade comes down on her head.

Cal finds himself screaming when he comes to, finding himself on his knees on the dirt ground. The back of his head burns, the inside pounding as the memories of that lightsaber cutting through its middle continues playing in his mind.

The crowd of people also stuck on this planet had stopped, and murmur quietly amongst themselves at his display of agony. Tears had started to stream down his face at some point, but he no longer cares.

Every owner of these lightsabers had faced such fear, such pain. And in every single Echo, he found Vader. Vader. Always Vader.

He chokes on a sob, clawing at the ground as he bends forward, pressing his forehead into the dirt. His entire body shakes with his cries, and he knows it's unsightly, unjedi. But now, he can't care. Because they're all really, truly dead.

And they all died horrifically.

Something cool presses against the side of his face, and his breaths stutter. He lets out another quiet sob, and then looks to the side, finding BD-1 worriedly chirping at him. The droid bobs its head, tapping its feet with concern. When it sees his gaze on it, it perks up, and rubs its face against his.

He sniffles, and feels a small smile tugging at his lips despite everything he'd just seen. He sits back up, and BD-1 hops into his lap. He pats the droid's head, letting out one final, shaky breath.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Sorry about that bud."

He gets back to his feet, BD-1 returning to its place on his back, and continues on. He leaves behind the dead Jedi lightsabers and robes, but never their memories.

Their memories would love in with him, always.

When Obi-Wan picks up the lightsabers on Jabiim, all I could think of is if Cal Kestis ends up there, what would he see? Feel? What horrors had those weapons witnessed? Committed?

If Cal is involved in the Path in Jedi: Survivor, I can only imagine the force echoes we might get...

#psychometry really gives cal more trauma huh #rip #jtfo #star wars #obi-wan kenobi #also idk if you wanted anything like this in your notes #bUT i liked the idea #and i had to write it sorry ;/

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