Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

There was a time when Anakin had fought with all the precision and discipline of a jedi knight. After losing his hand, he had learned to hold back slightly during his fights, to hone in on his opponent's weaknesses and strategies before rushing in. He had truly earned his title as a jedi knight, it had taken him a long time to learn what patience was. Now, all that he had learned, every check that balanced him, seem forever gone. He was like a wild storm, a tornado ripping and tearing apart anything that came in contact with him. The only saving grace for Obi-wan was that the sith apprentice wasn't aiming to kill. His lightsaber streamed through the air, striking at less vulnerable points. He was blocked on all accounts, afterall his former master was a master at wielding a lightsaber. He would have expected no less. Unfortunately, as time wore on, he could sense Obi-wan weakening and this doubled his resolve and the strength of his attacks. Getting tired Obi-wan His voice cut through the whirl and hum of lightsabers which echoed through the empy halls of the jedi temple. His next attacked aimed at the base of Obi-wan's weapon, smirking triumphantly as he saw his opponent's weapon fling from his hand and clatter to the ground a few feet away. Instantly he shot infront of the fallen lightsaber, blocking the jedi master's attempts to retrieve it. Now, this seems familar. I can't quite place it though... He paused long enough to taunt, his eyes cruel and his voice sadistic. What was it that you told me, Obi-wan? Ahh yes. Anakin blocked every attack up until now, every attempt to retrieve the fallen weapon. One of his hands slipped into his black robe, discreetly pulling out a fine tipped dart. A split second later his free hand shot out, grabbing the jedi by his wrist and jabbing the dart into his skin with his other hand. As he did this, his mouth came in close proximity to his former master's ear, making sure he could hear every twisted word. Your weapon is your life. The dart contained a paralysis poison that would knock him out and leave him immobile for hours. His hands wrapped around the older man as he slumped forward, catching him before he could fall. He held him for a few minutes and reached to tenderly brush a hand through auburn hair. I won't fail you, my former master. I swear it. He gave a solemn promise. This time would be different, this time...his power would not fail him. He would convert Obi-wan to the dark side, even if he had to break and remake him from the inside out. Witha heavy sigh, he threw the unconscious jedi master over his shoulder, barely registering the heavier weight. Turning on his heel, he gave one last look at the jedi temple, silently apologizing for stealing away the last of the once noble jedi order. He belongs with me. His twisted mind rationalized as he carried the older male to a ship and transported him to his own quarters in the city. He had to justify Obi-wan's existence to the Emperor and the only way to do that was to neutralize the threat. He had to make Obi-wan powerless, he had to break his connection to the force. That was a very hard thing to do and the very idea of it made him flinch in discomfort. A jedi was one with the force, born with a connection to it. To be without it...it would be like missing half of your body. He had to do it though. Even the implantation of the chip brought him back to those long days when he had been a slave. When a simple chip had controlled his fate. Until Qui Gonn and Obi-wan had showed up. He hadn't stayed to watch the procedure, it brought back too many memories of that happy day when his own chip had been removed. How ironic, that day he had been freed and this day marked Obi-wan's enslavement. That thought left a bad taste in his mouth. He was there, a few days later, when his former master's eyes opened at last. Obi-wan would not find himself behind bars or in a cell of some sort. Instead he would awaken on a soft bed, wearing a black gown and in a spacious room with Anakin sitting in the center of the room. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed, meditating and completely off guard.