Warlord664

"This is an illusion, and you know it. We need to find a way to break free of it. What hold does this mirage have upon you?" Corsail had always had a very complicated and troubled mind, and the mental battle inside his head was almost too much for him to bear. He shook his head, "it holds nothing but my own fears and doubts." Corsail looked at Light for a moment, and suddenly grew very calm. "I.. I trust you. Despite swearing I'd never trust anyone again." The illusion sneered at them with hate "You're a fool!" Corsail looked back, "And you're not real. Guess that makes me one up on you, huh? I'm through being haunted by you, so get out of my head." Remember that in dreams, everything makes sense, even if it makes no sense in conscious life. This is but a nightmare, and naught more. Awaken! He heard Per'dra's voice echo through his mind, and he closed his eyes, as the nightmare around him slowly slipped away, back into reality. They were all back on the battlefield. Corsail got back on his feet. "Light.. Thanks for pulling me out of that." Scanning the area He saw the Entity floating above the ground, and nature seeming to crumble around him. He resisted the urge to immediately fire an barrage of blaster fire towards its face. "So, whats our plan to finish this thing?"

The shots he fired struck his father, and left clear holes, but he didn't seem to be fazed in the slightest. "You would kill me, your own father? You prove every day that you're the scum everyone thinks you are." Corsail heard Light's voice but couldn't break his gaze from his father. "Light, what is happening?!?" Corsail's father interrupted, "Whats happening, is exactly what I told you would happen. One of your so called 'friends' is here to KILL you!" Conflicted with doubt and anger, Corsail turned toward Light, "Is what he says true?"

(Sorry it took me so long to post, life has kept me extremely busy) Corsail had been exchanging cover for cover, constanly staying on the move fighting beside the rest of the strike team. None of his shots towards the Entity seemed to do any damage, the ones he didn't deflect, seemed to absorbed into nothing. "Blast! How do we kill this thing?" he exclaimed furiously. Dark streams of energy came rushing towards him and his world grew smaller, and everything went deathly quiet and completely dark. Whats happening?? Where am I? Corsail tried to move, but only managed to stumble on to his knees. When he looked up, it wasn't just darkness anymore, there was something, someone else. His father. Corsail stared at him in disbelief, "How... how are you here?" His father shook his head "My son, you are asking the wrong question.. The question is, why are YOU here?" "What are you talking about?" Corsail asked confused at what was going on. His father's eyes flickered into black voids then turned back. "Why are you here, with these people? Fighting along side the Republic, and the Jedi! What do you owe them? What have they EVER done for you?" Corsail looked down, "Nothing." He replied coldly. "But.." "But what?" His father interrupted, "You want to wait to be betrayed again? You know its only a matter of time before they're done with you. Think about it, my son, everyone you've ever placed your trust in has either failed you, or tried to kill you.. and it will happen again." Corsail was burning with anger, but also filled with doubt. Who is this? This can't be my father saying these things. "No.. " "No?" His father laughed at him "Don't tell you me you're starting think of these comrades of yours as friends. You think they care about you? They hate you, despise you, and wish you had never been a part of this doomed mission of theirs. You are nothing to them, you are nothing to anyone!" "Stop it!! Just stop!" Corsail shouted, as he tried to desperately stand up. He felt as if he was being pushed into the ground by an unknown force. His fathers eyes again turned into black voids, but this time, stayed that way. "Corsail, the republic is weak, and is doomed to fall. You know this. Was the republic strong enough to defend against the empire when it attacked our home world and killed our family? You have no one to live for but yourself, my son, stop deceiving yourself into thinking that these fools you are fighting beside, risking your life for, are any different from the rest. This time, don't give them a chance to betray you, kill them, before THEY kill you." Corsail was on his feet now, he had his blasters out and his hands were shaking. "Get out of my head!" he managed to pull the trigger and a furry of blaster bolts shot out.

Corsail listened intently to everything that was being said, growing more and more tense every moment. I knew it'd be bad, but this is madness. he thought to himself. "I think we should make a run for the planet. What do you all think?" Corsail blinked, then gestured to the battle going in space before them, "If you think we can make it without being shot down, absolutely. If I had my ship here I could fly us in no problem... sadly, she's gathering dust in a republic hanger right now." "And even if we manage to land safely..." He shook his head, "We won't have many friends down there, anyone, and most likely everyone, will be an enemy."

"Come Corsail. We could go over some force techniques if you want. To either help you block out your enemies, or to channel it into offensive or defensive tools. And I think you might need a weapon for the coming battle..." Corsail followed Light over to the workbench interested. Force techniques.. Training, yes, that is what he wanted. it had been on his mind for awhile, but he hadn't the time nor did he really know how to bring it up before. He felt like it was an extremely awkward subject for him, all things considered. Corsail halted, "Uh, hey Light.. I've been meaning to ask you something.."

I'm definitely interested in finishing this one. I am however, extremely swamped with work and school and just life in general right now, but I'll do my best to try and fit in some time