Dekron – The Other Side

Extract from a work-in-progress story based around my SWTOR character, Lord Dekron.

 

He watched her leave. He had made the decision before he gave her the necklace.

He wanted her. He lusted for her. His apprentice. Why?

She followed orders to the letter, but not out of fear. She was on his level. She could hold his eye contact, she could go toe-to-toe when he flew off on one of his frustrated rages.

She had the body of a goddess, like the ones his mother would describe to him.

“Respect women, Dekron.” She had told him. “We may look weak, but looks can be deceiving. Treat us well and you will have a friend for life.”

He respected Iravox, more than anyone he had met. Did he..no. Of course he didn’t.

But the image of her exposed skin, her chest, her muscular features..how could he resist?

He nearly didn’t – but he had restrained himself.

Not here, not now.

He shook his head before blending into the shadows and took off after her, like a predator after its prey – except he wouldn’t be eating her to fill his stomach.

It was always you.

I count down, along with the clock,

I make those seconds disappear,

I hear your heartbeat as it ges closer,

when we can be ourselves.

In the summer breeze.

Trust me, to think the best things in life

are free,

Love comes at a price,

Love comes with the fear that you can’t protect,

Can’t provide the right amount of security,

it’s derelict.

Fear runs deep inside the brains of our beings,

It’s nature’s way of telling you you’re afraid,

I’m afraid that if I’m not loved, I’ll fall apart,

Not because I need love, but it beats my heart,

At the end of the day I’m the one who’s smiling,

And yeah, I’ve got plenty of secrets that I’m hiding,

But who doesn’t? There’s not one person who will,

Open up freely about the darkest summer at the farm mill.

 

Love isn’t a summers day, it’s a rotation,

It goes round and around, its a sensation

That you only feel with the person,

The one who will pick you up, no hesitation,

Family and friends are most important,

You’ll never know love, til you feel supported,

But in the winter sun, the summer breeze is rolling,

I know you’ll all find love, just keep hoping,

Searching for that heart that has a missing piece,

And slot the final bit of the puzzle and make peace,

Keep the fires burning, til the charcoal is done,

I’ll keep loving you until the day our number’s up.

So I finished reading SWTOR: Deceived today..

What can I say?

*/WARNING: SPOILERS*/

Well, if I had that question there is no point in this log post..but I can say something, so I will.

 

What is is about?

This book, set in the Old Republic era of the SW universe is based around the razing and sacking of the much loved and important (for lack of appropriate adjectives) Jedi Temple on the Republic capital world of Coruscant at the hands of the dreaded Darth Malgus.

When a Jedi Master is killed, an empathic Jedi student feels a disturbance and the death of said master and goes looking for answers.

She meets up with an old adversary and they team up to seek revenge.

 

Who is in it?

The main protagonists are: Aryn Leneer and Zeerid Korr

The main antagonist is: Darth Malgus

There are other characters, but they are quite insignificant to the main plot.

 

Why was it so good then?

Okay, well like most people on this planet, Star Wars and its universe is a very special being (that’s right) and like most fans, I like to indulge myself in it’s many resource pools.

I have however found that I prefer the Old Republic era better than the era many have come to know very well,

So when I saw this book online, I wanted it immediately – also, it’s worth pointing out that I play the MMO and so I like the lore – so I got it but didn’t start reading until I got WoW out of my system.

So I picked it up and within the first couple of chapters I was hooked. The Imperials had sacked the Jedi Temple and we had a possibly rogue Jedi seeking seeking revenge.

I’ve also been a huge dark-side, Sith enthusiast and have never really accepted the Jedi way into my heart, but this book almost had me questioning my beliefs.

As Malgus brought death and destruction to the Republic and battled the inferior fight with the politics that have surround the Imperial Empire, I begin to wonder if the Sith were any different to that of a really shitty government. Like, an actual government that I will not name.

That’s the impression I got and it was a whole new concept to me.

Of course, I know wars cannot just bewon with fighting, everyone and their dog knows that. But what I mean, is that I was expecting the Sith to take control of the planet and rather than just grab the Jedi/Republic by the balls and threaten to chop them off, but to actually start squeezing.

I don’t think I liked the tactics that much.

Having said that though, as I read it, I could feel Malgus’ pain. I mean, we have all been there when something has happened to someone we love and we have just burned with white-hot hatred. Who hasn’t eh?

But the way his emotions and sense of self was described, it was like as though Eleena was my partner, love, slave and I wanted Aryn to have a slow and painful death.

 

One thing that stood out though, was a quote from the Twi’lek slave girl Eleena when Aryn had confronted her at the spaceport.

she said: “Anger is just pain, renamed.”

That, is a brilliant quote.

 

How does the rage build

As I reflect on a hard days graft – I look at the moments

I regret,

None of them look back.

Me working is more like relaxing to you, but

you could never understand what my mind goes through,

and if you did, you’d know that the amount of work I did

would be a mountain full,

not just a little bit every hour.

As the day goes on, my head wanders, to the future,

in the dark without an ember,

or a light, a safety rope – nothing,

When I try to retract – there’s something.

Leeching to me, like a parasitic hobo, badgering me to give

more than I know, oh,

Before I sign off for another week,

Before the work load buries me,

Think of me when you walk the streets,

My mind will see you – but won’t speak.

Yeah.

I don’t wanna keep you from happiness,

If you want to leave, I’ll open the door and hug you

farewell,

At the end of the day, I couldn’t win your love,

Your heart chose another.

This is not for your entertainment.

Into the cold, the world changes some more,

What once was beauty, has been branded by war,

But not the war that rages, in a far off land,

The war inside the brain of the troubled man.