[FIC] The Destiny of all existence

[Vladimir-Vlada]

At the same time the first two people began their day, the third person also began its own. The weather was still hot, but it wasn’t that bad, because they had refreshments earlier: water. The journey was long and tiresome, but enjoyable if it was lead under better conditions. Even though it wasn’t as hot as it was the other day, the baggage the slaves and the man had to carry didn’t make it any easier.

The man walked ahead in a column, behind Dellion and behind them were the rest of the slaves, carrying the packages. The man was now getting really annoyed, by not knowing where they are going so he asked:

“Where are we headed?”

“Mos Eisley, I think.” Replied the human female behind the man “Not exactly a place you would like to be in. Especially not live in.”

“Any information that I should know about it?” asked the man in a tired tone.

“Not really,” replied the woman “but you could ask Dellion if you’d like.”

The man then turned to Dellion and asked, knowing that he will receive a rant:

“Is there anything about Mos Eisley that I should know?”

Dellion paused for a second and then began:

“Mos Eisley is the lair of scum. From which all the criminals that control our galaxy came.”

“Why do you say that?” asked the man cursiously.

“I am saying that, because the slavers that are leading us are from Mos Eisley.” Replied Dellion in an angered tone “All they care about is money to get out of our pockets.”

The man started to get worried, so he paused for a moment and asked a question:

“Why are you so angry about all these things? Don’t you think that it is better to talk, rather than just cast blame?”

Dellion turned to the man angrily and yelled:

“And who are you to question that?”

The man frowned for a second and replied:

“Someone who exists besides you.”

“Listen to the brat!” yelled Dellion in disappointment “You think that I am arrogant? Look at you!”

Then a Twi’Lek female out of annoyance and exhaustion yelled:

“Shut it, Dellion!”

Dellion looked at the Twi’Lek and yelled:

“Don’t make me come over there.”

“Maybe if you calmed down a little, you wouldn’t need to.” Said the man making a remark.

“Did I ask you anything?!” yelled Dellion at the man, still angry.

“Sir, if you don’t mind,” began the Zabrak “I understand how you are angry. But I can’t listen all the time to how everything has gone to hell.”

“I have every right to yell!” began Dellion, making a remark, while the rest of the slaves started to complain “I was the one that pulled out the worst out of everything.”

“We all pulled the bad things out of everything, dear.” Explained the woman, rolling her eyes “Maybe you should really calm down.”

“I won’t!” yelled Dellion.

The man stopped, not allowing Dellion to continue, since they were all tied in one chain. Dellion stopped in surprise and tried to pull the chain in rage:

“Come on!”

The man remained in his spot and just frowned. Dellion tried to pull again, but the man said:

“As you can see, I am doing exactly what you are doing: Halting us, making us feels bad.” Dellion paused to see what the man is going to say.

“And truthfully, you’re not helping with your rants.” The man began, trying to explain, but he was still mad “So, please, do us all a favor and stop with your self pity!”

The man made it quickly in front of Dellion and the slaves, leaving them a bit behind. The man wanted to make Dellion stop with all his rant, rather than to think about himself. Dellion felt bad and then said:

“Sorry.” He then paused “I am just tired of this.”

“Then maybe we could talk.” Suggested the man, now a bit relieved.

“About what?” asked Dellion in surprise.

The man thought a little and then said:

“Maybe you could tell me about how the galaxy progressed ever since the battle of Endor that you mentioned.”

Dellion sighed and said:

“Very well. This is how it went:”

The man listened with great interest as Dellion spoke.

The battle of Endor was the final stand of the first Empire. Ever since then, the New Republic has tried to fight of the Imperial Remnant: The followers of the fallen Empire. The remnant had very powerful supporters, mostly cultists of a religion. There was on recent cult, which was lead by a dark prophet called Tavion, who was defeated after a while.

“But that cult was doomed to fail.” Explained Dellion “Since the entire thing was based on reviving a ruler.”

“What about the recent war?” asked the man with great interest.

Dellion sighed in sadness and began:

“This war that happened was against an alien race that we weren’t known to. They were vicious, brutal and efficient.”

“Did the New Republic try to come in contact with the aliens?” asked the man, still with great interest.

“Of course they did.” Replied Dellion “But they attacked so the Republic was forced to defend itself.”

“Why did they attack?” asked the man, still not content with the amount of information.

“Control. What else?” replied the woman, getting involved in the discussion “Everyone does it because of that.”

“The balance was equal.” Explained Dellion “Sometimes the Republic won, sometimes the aliens won.”

“So what went wrong?” asked the man.

“It is… complicated.” Replied the woman in regret “And the only ones that know what really happened are the military generals.”

“So I hear.” Commented the man.

“So now we can-“

Suddenly the woman was stopped because something pulled her chain. Dellion and the man looked in surprise along with the woman. They turned to the rear, only to see a catastrophe: The Twi’Lek female on the rear was falling into quick sand and she was pulling the rest of the slaves along with her. Everyone then started to pull the chains in panic. The man tried to do the best he could along with everyone, but it just didn’t help.

“She is falling too quickly in!” informed in panic the Zabrak male.

“We have to do something!” yelled the man, pulling the chains desperately with his both hands “The slavers won’t be happy.”

“I know!” replied Dellion, devoting effort desperately “But it’s too strong!”

 

About 20 meters away from them, Prensen and the Gammoreans were riding on the giant lizard creatures, not knowing how much the slaves were behind them. A Gammorean turned behind him by accident and saw what the slaves were doing. The Gammorean frowned out of nonsatisfaction and called Prensen:

“Boss! Look at the bugs.”

Prensen turned along with the other Gammoreans and saw how the people seemed to be devoting effort into something.

“It seems like that the slaves are purposely slowing us down.” Commented Prensen, displeased with the situation “Come. Let us see what they are up to.”

Prensen and the Gammoreans set back towards the people slowly, because the creatures were slow.

 

The man and the rest of the slaves kept trying their best to pull out the Twi’Lek woman. The Twi’Lek female was screaming in desperation, trying to pull herself out of the quick sand.

“It’s no use!” yelled the Zabrak, now getting angry because the effort became more and more futile “She is too deep in there!”

“We have to get rid of her luggage.” Said the man, pausing for a moment and then continuing to pull “That way, she might stand a chance.”

“Are you out of your mind?! They’ll lynch us!” replied in horror the woman.

“He’s right.” Replied back the Zabrak “But we have to do it quickly. Get in front!”

The man, Dellion and the woman ran quickly forward to the spot where the quick sand was pulling the Twi’Lek in. They approached it and Dellion kneeled down, while they stood up. Just one moment of looking at the Twi’Lek female would make any person regret for not being in her place. She was screaming in desperation, she thought that she wasn’t going to get out of this alive. All she could think of, while pulling the chains was that everything passed too quickly. The Twi’Lek looked at them and still yelled:

“Help me!”

“Let go off the luggage.” Said the man trying to reassure her.

“Are you crazy?! They’ll kill us.” Replied the Twi’Lek still trying to get out.

“Let go!” yelled the man, Dellion and the woman like they were ordering it.

The Twi’Lek realized that she had no choice. It was either the luggage or the entire group. She then quickly removed her right shoulder out of the bag handler. Then she quickly removed her left shoulder to prevent herself from falling in. She held onto the chains, barely keeping herself together from getting a nervous breakdown. The man, Dellion and the woman went back to the front of the group. Dellion then yelled, holding the chains along with the others:

“On the count of three.”

“One!”

Everyone pulled after swinging forwards.

“Two!”

Everyone pulled even harder, preparing themselves.

“Three!”

Everyone pulled the hardest they could and pulled out the female Twi’Lek, making them all fall down. The man fell down as well. Suddenly, Prensen moved into his view, not looking very happy.

“Having fun?” he asked angrily.

The man and the others got up and looked at Prensen followed by several Gammoreans. They all remained silent for several seconds.

“Well?!” yelled Prensen, now impatient “What happened?”

Everyone quickly looked around and then the woman began, in an attempt to save the group:

“The Twi’Lek at the end of the column fell into quick sand. We’ve tried to pull her out, but our efforts were in vain… At first at least. Later we’ve made it, but we had to get rid of some luggage.”

Prensen approached her and began:

“Do you realize that some people acutely lose things when you make mistakes?” he then continued, thinking of slapping her “Or do I have to write it on each and every one of your faces to remember that?”

They all backed away in fear of being hurt. Anyone would do it, especially if someone were in their places; except for the man. Prensen, realizing that his attempt at intimidation worked, smiled and turned to a Gammorean:

“Now that this has been taken care of, why don’t we move on?”

Prensen started to get on the lizard creature, but the Gammorean replied:

“We can’t.”

Prensen looked at the Gammorean, not being content about the answer. He got away from the lizard creature and approached the Gammorean in an intimidating way.

“And why is that?” he asked, like that he was disciplining a soldier.

“It’s getting dark.” Replied the Gammorean.

“Already?” asked Prensen in surprise and looked towards the West. The sun really was descending, but it was barely set to the middle. The entire sky was now barely blue with the orange shade that made it seem so beautiful. Presnen sighed and said, trying to keep himself from getting mad:

“Then we will spend the night here.”

The Gammorean nodded and yelled at the group:

“Make a camp, you scum!”

The slaves started to work and set the camp. They worked for quite a while, possibly several hours, since they were carrying a lot of food, machines and tools; along with the tents. It was getting dark and the wind was starting to blow, making the sands wash away yet more memories that stand in the desert. The slaves finished the unpacking after some time. The camp was small, some 5-10 meters in radius. The tents were formed in a circle, four of them. The machines were mostly around the large tent where Prensen and his company were. The slaves were in the other tents. The night was starry and beautiful. And with not artificial light to ruin it all, it was great for romantic evenings. But the slaves weren’t exactly on a romance trip.

The man was calmer now, since the woman was giving him his hare of food. It was served in a brown bowl, filled with a creamy white liquid. She was just pouring and handing the bowl over as she explained to the man how the galaxy works now:

“The members of the Senate and the Emperor have privileges, really.” The bowl finished in the man’s hands as he listened in great interest “They are immune to penalties for rape, drinking, selling prohibited material, correcting science and social books and, of course, slavery.”

The man tried to hide his shock as he looked into the mushy liquid which smelled suspiciously. The man then asked:

“Are those privileges allowed to apply?” asked the man as he left the bowl right next to him.

“In an Empire they are. Since the senators and the Emperor come from a ‘noble breed’.” Replied the woman with a bit of sarcasm on the noble breed.

“How does slavery apply to people?” Asked the man curiously, thinking in desperation about his road that leaded to slavery.

The woman sighed in regret and replied:

“Mostly debt. Basically anyone can get in debt these days.” She paused and got ready to sip the liquid out of the wooden spoon that she was using “Even me.”

The man turned in surprise to the woman, when he heard the last line. The man felt sorry for the woman. To think that someone was condemned of serving someone else because he was forced to, out of money, was truly miserable. The man tried not to think about it. He still wanted to say that he was sorry, but he didn’t think that it was a good idea. But suddenly he told her:

“I am sorry for what happened.”

The man was shocked deep inside himself from what he just said. The woman turned in surprise and looked at the man for several seconds. The man was hoping that she wasn’t insulted or angry, but only the next moment could tell the truth.

“Thanks.” She replied nicely, leaving the man feel relived from the possible shock. The woman was surprised at what the man had told her. And after several minutes of silence she decided to maybe ask the man something. Although she knew that it wasn’t a good idea.

“How did you end up here?” she asked.

The man looked at her and then turned his head in shame, thinking of how he ended up here. The woman thought that maybe she had done something wrong so she said quickly:

“I am sorry if it hurt you in any way.”

The man turned to her and said, waving his hand down:

“It’s all right.” He paused for several seconds looking at the sand underneath.

“Well?” she asked innocently, not trying to be too pushy. The man turned to the left and replied:

“I don’t know.” He paused for a moment and then started to say, shaking his head in disappointment: “I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know what this planet is.” The man then began to speak louder and louder, but not yelling, more like disapproval:

“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who these slavers are. I don’t know my past. I don’t know my name… I don’t know anything.”

The man then remained silent and tried to continue staring at the sand below him. The woman realized that this was the slave that had problems with his past.

“Maybe it’s not that bad.” She began after several moments, reassuring him “Maybe this is just a new phase of life.”

The man snuffed and replied:

“Faze of life…” the man turned to her and said: “I am a burden to society. What’s the point in life?”

“To live.” Replied the woman to the man’s question “You still have a chance to exist, maybe you just need to get up and runni-“

“Can we drop the subject, please?” asked the man, who grew tired of thinking about it. The woman nodded and continued eating, while the man remained with his thoughts. The man tried and tried every second not to think about not knowing everything, but it was hard; harder than he thought. And all that remained now to do was stare at the stars, since he wasn’t tired. The man looked up, towards the sky full of white dots. At first he gazed out of boredom, but later he gazed out of impression… Any person would love to live anywhere with a sky like that above their heads… But would really anyone risk to live in a desert like this, really?

 

At the main tent, Prensen was sitting in his chair, flipping a pencil in his right hand; thinking of something. All he could think of was the incident that happened earlier. Prensen wasn’t a person that approved mistakes… He was more of a cold and unforgiving person.

Suddenly a Gammorean entered and asked:

“Are we going to do it?”

Prensen frowned, still flipping his pencil. He then put the pencil down, got up and said:

“Yes.”

 

The man was still looking at the stars, trying to forget everything… or maybe just the things that he could remember. He was feeling like a mouse in the shadows, a pathetic runt that hopes to get some cheese.

Suddenly, Prensen along with the group of Gammoreans approached the man’s tent. They were furious. The man knew that something bad would happen, since it didn’t look so good. Prensen and the Gammoreans grabbed them in an instant, angrily with madness in their eyes. Prensen yelled while dragging them with his right hand along with the Gammoreans:

“It’s time to teach you a lesson about not losing supplies!”

“No!” yelled the woman desperately, “There was no choice.”

“I decide whether there is a choice or not!” yelled Prensen, pushing them down and pulling something from his belt that looked like a metal cylinder. Suddenly a wire came out of it. Prensen was calibrating the thing carefully, making sure that every bit was good to work. The two women were crying and knew what was going to happen. They were praying deep inside their thoughts. Gammoreans around them were laughing in a sadistic manner to watch the sight that was going to shown in front of them. The other slaves turned their views away from the sight in hope of not seeing the suffering that was going to occur. The man looked in horror for several seconds towards the two women. He knew that this was a disciplinary measure and that someone always dies after such things. The man was faced with a dark and all too familiar feel of guilt, not knowing what to do. But he had to choose in the next moment or the decision is already made. He wanted to go, but he was afraid, afraid of suffering himself and not being able to save them. After several moments, the guilt vanished and he made the choice in his mind. The man then raised his head a bit and looked towards the Zabrak and the Twi’Lek.

“Gosh! They aren’t going to end up well.” Said the Twi’Lek, watching in horror, while listening to the clinging of the whip.

“Not to mention one of them dead.” Commented the Zabrak, feeling a bit guilty after it.

The man then frowned towards the sight and said confidently:

“Not if I can tell.”

The slaves looked at him in surprise. The man got up and quickly and decisively started to march towards them. The slaves then started to whisper things to him like: “Are you crazy?” or “Come back, here.” But the man ignored them as he got closer to the bunch.

 

Prensen just readied his whip and said turning around to strike:

“Now you will learn what does my authority mean!”

“Let them go!”

Suddenly, Prensen stopped and looked in front of him, as well as the Gammoreans. The two women were caught in surprise, but the human woman figured out who the person was. The slaves looked at the sight in shock, but Dellion remained without breath. The Gammoreans were shocked with the man’s act, stopping Prensen from doing something. Prensen was shocked at first, but it quickly shifted into surprise, since he wasn’t expecting it. The man still stood there, without hesitation. Although he did feel insecure deep inside him. Prensen lowered his right hand and then asked, trying to regain his method of holding tight:

“Why should I?”

“Because-“ began the man turning towards them “They’re not the ones that lost the supplies.”

Prensen raised and eyebrow and asked impatiently:

“Then who is responsible, scum?!”

“I am.” Replied the man straight forward, like a soldier.

The slaves looked in horror towards the man who seemed like that he was intending to commit suicide. The women were uncertain, but they remained silent, believing that they would make it worse if they spoke. Prensen then realized what the man was doing and he sighed. Then Prensen said:

“Very well.”

The man still stood there, but he didn’t feel all right. His head suddenly started to hurt, but he sustained it after several moments. The pain stopped after a few seconds and the man’s thoughts were back on the situation. Prensen holstered the whip and said to a Gammorean:

“Tell them to get up.”

The women were relived and they got up as the Gammorean forced them to it. They ran for cover to the tent, to see what will happen.

The man was relived a little, since his hopes of saving them proved to be real. Prensen then looked at the man and said:

“As for you.” Prensen grabbed the man with his left hand by the right shoulder “Come!”

The man had a bad feeling about this, but it was better than watching those two get whipped, because of him. Prensen pushed the man a few meters, followed by the Gammoreans. They came at a rock where Prensen pushed him away and made the man move away a little. Prensen then pulled out a pair of metal gloves with stings on it and said:

“I see that your will is made out of steel.” Prensen then came to him and put his right fist in the air “But let’s see if you are made out of it yourself!”

Prensen punched the man into the face and he fell down. The man was in pain and it hurt very much, considering what the gloves were made out of. The slaves looked in horror at the rock, next to which the man fell down to. Prensen approached the man with the Gammoreans in a sadistic pleasure. Then they started to hit him slowly and then faster and harder with each strike. Right hand, left foot, both hands… They hit him with everything they got. The women slaves turned their heads in horror and covered themselves like they were protecting their own children. Prensen and the Gammoreans enjoyed each moment of the fight. Smashing the man’s torso was the greatest pleasure they had ever experienced.

The man grunted every now and then when they stroke hard. He could feel the pain forming all around his body, like he was eaten alive. Before he did this, he thought that he wouldn’t be afraid when they would beat him up.

He was wrong… he was afraid at the moment. It purged him like he was cut in half. He was so downed that he wanted to yell in desperation: “Stop!” He was so close to it… But he didn’t yell. He didn’t cry. He didn’t try to ask them to let him go. But still the thing that was now occupying his mind, besides the neural signals of the pain, was:

Is it pride that is not allowing him to beg for mercy… Or was it, in fact, courage?

 

Suddenly, Prensen and his company stopped hitting him. The man didn’t believe it to be true, but it was. Prensen looked at the man who was starting to slowly get up, by holding his hand. Prensen clenched his teeth; with his mouth closed like that he was preparing to finish him off. The man got up and grabbed the part at his right elbow with his left hand. The man started to limp towards a tent.

“And next time, we will shape you!” yelled Prensen and they started to laugh maniacally with the indescribable pleasure in their eyes.

The man continued to limp, like that he was shot. His vision became blurry; as it seemed like that he was going blind. In fact, he was feeling weaker and weaker… He was dying… and he knew it. The man limped as the consciousness started to betray him as his worst enemy, but not long ago the best friend. The man looked at the slaves that were still shocked from what happened, but he didn’t mind. Suddenly he fell down in the tent, still conscious, but weak. He then somehow dragged himself against the walls of the tent. The human woman looked at him and asked with worry:

“Are you all right?”

The man replied in a weak voice:

“I’m fine.”

None of the slaves bought the answer… The man was obviously dying. The man then put his right hand on his head to ease the pain before sudden death. He knew that he would die at any moment now… But, like he was wrong the first time, the man was wrong the second time. The man’s vision started to become clearer and he started to feel better and quick. Out of all the people, the man was the most surprised with this that happened. No one could have survived that assault, not even a Wookie… But the man did survive.

All of the slaves then started to go to sleep, because looking at the man after this still alive would make them think that he is a ghost. The Zabrak only said:

“Um… Good night.”

“Good night replied the man, looking up to the stars. He then lay down on the sand, getting better and better. Then he closed his eyes, to let the consciousness flow away, as the sound of the endless sands of time take it with them, to form new memories at places where no one has gone before.

 

To be continued…

[Vladimir-Vlada]

105 867 words... Wow.

I didn't think I was that bad at making fan fiction.

 

P.S. If you think this is long, wait until you see what I have been making for three months. The first chapter is longer than the ones I've posted so far.

[Vladimir-Vlada]

People, I can't make fan fiction if there is no feedback. Please, can someone say something?

[Alkonium]

People, I can't make fan fiction if there is no feedback. Please, can someone say something?

Well, you sort of can. That's what I do. Pretty good story.

[Vladimir-Vlada]

Well, you sort of can. That's what I do.

Good for you. But I function differently.

 

Pretty good story.

Nah. The real story hasn't even begun yet. These first several chapters are for defining the characters, how does the galaxy work. It more like a prologue. You'll see what I mean.

[Hallucination]

Good story, but I'm going to have to read the last post tomorrow. The fic's too long!

 

Keep up the work, but please try to update more often.

[Vladimir-Vlada]

Hmm...

 

Seems like that not many people are fond of reading long chapters.

[Hallucination]

^It's hard on the eyes when you stare at a computer screen for along time. Just post way more often and everyone'll be happy.

[machievelli]

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