With Faith (Reprise)
Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2020 12:15 am
- Santee County, Central Mountain Region
The land stretched out into what felt like eternity. In all directions snow capped peaks jutted skyward over fourteen thousand feet. Below a lake smooth as glass surrounded by tall lodgepole pines and Douglas-firs reflected back the high mountain sky. Rebecca stood at the crest of the hill with her red and gray hair streaming in the wind. Beside her was similarly dressed aged Cardassian man.
“So, this is where you want to build a Jase’dasis Academy?” The man inquired.
“Yes, Mater Plo. After my divorce Nick Ryder gave this land to me. It is not good cattle country, and I have no personal need or use for it. I believe that the Order can use it to good effect.”
Plo considered it for a moment, but offered her none of his thoughts.
“We can train the next generation of Jase’dasis here on Terra Alpha. It can keep Monastery sacred.”
“You have a point. For too long our order has been hidden away, and we only allowed a limited number into our ranks. It is the purpose of the Jase’dasis to bring forth peace to the galaxy. We cannot do that keeping to ourselves in our temples. Why here?”
“The altitude master,” Rebecca replied. “There is no better conditioning at over 9,000 feet. Our pupils will have that little bit of an edge, and sometimes an edge is the difference between life and death. My son follows the same concept with his unit of Marines at Camp Ryder. Not to mention this can be a very inhospitable environment, and far from civilization and distractions.”
The ancient Jase’dasis nodded in approval. “When can it be built?”
Rebecca grinned, “I have enough connections that I think it can be built and ready to receive students in about a month.”
The Jase’dasis master glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. “I can see why they made you admiral. You don’t mess around.”
“No master I do not. Life it too short.”
“And yet it is exactly the intended length. You neither live longer or shorter than your appointed time. Very well, I shall talk to the Council and give them my recommendation. They will listen to me, so you should start your construction.”
The world closed in on her as if she had been pulled through the eye of a needle. She was standing in a dark but spacious room with a massive black throne in the center. A faceless black mass of figures was position across from the throne.
Two figures, a man clad all in black and a woman in white, stood facing a black hooded figure with their blue klidens raised. Above in the sky of this alien world through some sort of hole in the ceiling a massive ship battle was taking place between massive wedge shaped ships and an assortment of smaller ships and fighters. It appeared that the wedge shaped ships were winning.
“Stand together, die together!” The black hooded man… the Ajem’dasis snarled. The Ajem reached out with the ijulna and lifted them up in the air as if by their chests causing them to drop their klidens. As they fell to their knees some sort of energy was transferred to the Ajem.
“The life force of your bond…a dyad in the force. A power like life itself. Unseen for genereations. And now… the power of two restores the one, true Emperor!”
The Ajem reached out again, and once again transferred that energy… the Jase’dasis’ life forces that left them unconscious, laying face down in dirt covered floor. The Ajem, who had the appearance of the walking dead, was now partially restored. His skin was still gray and his face scarred, but he no longer had the appearance of frailty.
The vision skipped forward, and the female Jase’dasis was facing the newly restored Ajem with her kliden ignited and extended from her right side.
The Ajem stood from his throne, “Let your death be the final word in the story of the rebellion.” Lighting leaped from his fingertips, which the Jase blocked with her kliden. “You are nothing! A scavenger girl is no match for the power in me! I am all the Sith.”
“And I am all the Jedi!” She grunted as her companion’s kliden flew into her empty hand.
She crossed the blades of the two klidens in an X and walked forward and the electricity leaped back at the Ajem who screamed in pain and frustration as his own attack tore him apart, and the force of the energy spread out all around them like ripples in a pond exploding the throne and statues around the room into rubble.
Rebecca fell to the ground clutching her head as pain surged through her mind, an unknown voice came to her. “Come you must. The Jedi, you must help restore.” Rebecca opened her eyes. She was back on the mountain, or perhaps she never left and everything had taken place in her mind.
Master Plo helped her to her feet, “Are you well?”
“Yes… no… I don’t know,” Rebecca replied. “I’m pretty sure the ijulna showed me something, and a voice told me to do something. I don’t know if it was real or not.”
Rebecca told Plo the who story and he frowned in thought, “I do not believe that you are imagining it, and that you should heed the voice’s command for the Jedi is what our order was called in the ancient days.”
Rebecca sighed and stared off into the distance, “I shall have to think on it.”
“That is all you can do my friend.”
The land stretched out into what felt like eternity. In all directions snow capped peaks jutted skyward over fourteen thousand feet. Below a lake smooth as glass surrounded by tall lodgepole pines and Douglas-firs reflected back the high mountain sky. Rebecca stood at the crest of the hill with her red and gray hair streaming in the wind. Beside her was similarly dressed aged Cardassian man.
“So, this is where you want to build a Jase’dasis Academy?” The man inquired.
“Yes, Mater Plo. After my divorce Nick Ryder gave this land to me. It is not good cattle country, and I have no personal need or use for it. I believe that the Order can use it to good effect.”
Plo considered it for a moment, but offered her none of his thoughts.
“We can train the next generation of Jase’dasis here on Terra Alpha. It can keep Monastery sacred.”
“You have a point. For too long our order has been hidden away, and we only allowed a limited number into our ranks. It is the purpose of the Jase’dasis to bring forth peace to the galaxy. We cannot do that keeping to ourselves in our temples. Why here?”
“The altitude master,” Rebecca replied. “There is no better conditioning at over 9,000 feet. Our pupils will have that little bit of an edge, and sometimes an edge is the difference between life and death. My son follows the same concept with his unit of Marines at Camp Ryder. Not to mention this can be a very inhospitable environment, and far from civilization and distractions.”
The ancient Jase’dasis nodded in approval. “When can it be built?”
Rebecca grinned, “I have enough connections that I think it can be built and ready to receive students in about a month.”
The Jase’dasis master glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. “I can see why they made you admiral. You don’t mess around.”
“No master I do not. Life it too short.”
“And yet it is exactly the intended length. You neither live longer or shorter than your appointed time. Very well, I shall talk to the Council and give them my recommendation. They will listen to me, so you should start your construction.”
The world closed in on her as if she had been pulled through the eye of a needle. She was standing in a dark but spacious room with a massive black throne in the center. A faceless black mass of figures was position across from the throne.
Two figures, a man clad all in black and a woman in white, stood facing a black hooded figure with their blue klidens raised. Above in the sky of this alien world through some sort of hole in the ceiling a massive ship battle was taking place between massive wedge shaped ships and an assortment of smaller ships and fighters. It appeared that the wedge shaped ships were winning.
“Stand together, die together!” The black hooded man… the Ajem’dasis snarled. The Ajem reached out with the ijulna and lifted them up in the air as if by their chests causing them to drop their klidens. As they fell to their knees some sort of energy was transferred to the Ajem.
“The life force of your bond…a dyad in the force. A power like life itself. Unseen for genereations. And now… the power of two restores the one, true Emperor!”
The Ajem reached out again, and once again transferred that energy… the Jase’dasis’ life forces that left them unconscious, laying face down in dirt covered floor. The Ajem, who had the appearance of the walking dead, was now partially restored. His skin was still gray and his face scarred, but he no longer had the appearance of frailty.
The vision skipped forward, and the female Jase’dasis was facing the newly restored Ajem with her kliden ignited and extended from her right side.
The Ajem stood from his throne, “Let your death be the final word in the story of the rebellion.” Lighting leaped from his fingertips, which the Jase blocked with her kliden. “You are nothing! A scavenger girl is no match for the power in me! I am all the Sith.”
“And I am all the Jedi!” She grunted as her companion’s kliden flew into her empty hand.
She crossed the blades of the two klidens in an X and walked forward and the electricity leaped back at the Ajem who screamed in pain and frustration as his own attack tore him apart, and the force of the energy spread out all around them like ripples in a pond exploding the throne and statues around the room into rubble.
Rebecca fell to the ground clutching her head as pain surged through her mind, an unknown voice came to her. “Come you must. The Jedi, you must help restore.” Rebecca opened her eyes. She was back on the mountain, or perhaps she never left and everything had taken place in her mind.
Master Plo helped her to her feet, “Are you well?”
“Yes… no… I don’t know,” Rebecca replied. “I’m pretty sure the ijulna showed me something, and a voice told me to do something. I don’t know if it was real or not.”
Rebecca told Plo the who story and he frowned in thought, “I do not believe that you are imagining it, and that you should heed the voice’s command for the Jedi is what our order was called in the ancient days.”
Rebecca sighed and stared off into the distance, “I shall have to think on it.”
“That is all you can do my friend.”