Post by Xyl'an on Jan 18, 2013 17:42:20 GMT -5
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Had the dream again.
I'm standing on a hill overlooking a depression. I can see for what feels like forever. The area is a jungle, much like Dxun or the forests of Kashyyyk. Suddenly the trees clear, and a platoon of enemy soldiers is heading my way. I glance down at my weapon, and then back up at the formation. Now they are walking over desert sands, the trees are gone, and I am standing on level ground.
I glance behind me to see what forces I have backing me, and it's only heat shimmering desert as far as I can see. I turn back to face the formation, they are closer now, nearly in range. I need to check my weapon load out, fix the scope, and start this engagement.
Ryl'an walks up next to me and says only, "Verd ori'shya beskar'gam", I nod in agreement, and look down at my weapon. It turns to sand and begins pouring through my fingers. I quickly bend down and try in vain to scoop all the sand back together, to rebuild my rifle, it only takes a moment to see this will never work.
I straighten and go to reach for my knife, I reach to my hip where I always keep it, and feel only ragged cloth. I glance down to see that my armor is gone, and I'm in raggedy clothing again. Ryl'an is a child again, we are running, though I can't see from what, and he is scared. His sense of anxiety is overpowering, and it makes me nervous, I know that I must be afraid too, though I know not of what.
I go to hide him behind me, when I realize we are in a firefight. Our brothers are all around us. Some are missing arms or legs, some are headless, "K'oyacyi!" they scream voicelessly over and over again, seeming to float around. Ryl'an can not see them, he is too busy holding the line. The line.. The line.. There is no line. Ryl'an and I am all that is left. It's the Imperials. We are holding them at bay. Ryl'an's helm is fogging, he can't see to aim, he takes his helm off and uses the rifle sights to bring more of the Imperials down. A grenade is tossed in, it detonates near his face, no.. no.. this is wrong. That should be me. I couldn't see. Ryl'an was running out of ammo. But.. he has plenty of ammo. Where has my ammo gone?
They are calling for our surrender, I know we should, but I refuse. Ryl'an refuses as well. We would rather die that turn on the memory of our brothers. The Imperials bring Walkers to the front. They open fire. The building is coming down around us. I'm scrambling for a way out. Looking, but all the doors are gone, the walls are shrinking, the roof is caving in. It's crushing me.. I can't breathe, I can't move, and the only thing I can see is Ryl'an's lifeless features. His dull eyes looking up to me seeming to ask me, "Why?"
I have no answer, and even if I did, my collapsing lungs wouldn't let me form a word. I can't answer.
Finally when the last of the air is gone, and death is upon me...
I wake up drenched in sweat, my breathing heavy and labored, my body filled with adrenaline as though I am in the fight of my life.
What does this even mean?
Had the dream again.
I'm standing on a hill overlooking a depression. I can see for what feels like forever. The area is a jungle, much like Dxun or the forests of Kashyyyk. Suddenly the trees clear, and a platoon of enemy soldiers is heading my way. I glance down at my weapon, and then back up at the formation. Now they are walking over desert sands, the trees are gone, and I am standing on level ground.
I glance behind me to see what forces I have backing me, and it's only heat shimmering desert as far as I can see. I turn back to face the formation, they are closer now, nearly in range. I need to check my weapon load out, fix the scope, and start this engagement.
Ryl'an walks up next to me and says only, "Verd ori'shya beskar'gam", I nod in agreement, and look down at my weapon. It turns to sand and begins pouring through my fingers. I quickly bend down and try in vain to scoop all the sand back together, to rebuild my rifle, it only takes a moment to see this will never work.
I straighten and go to reach for my knife, I reach to my hip where I always keep it, and feel only ragged cloth. I glance down to see that my armor is gone, and I'm in raggedy clothing again. Ryl'an is a child again, we are running, though I can't see from what, and he is scared. His sense of anxiety is overpowering, and it makes me nervous, I know that I must be afraid too, though I know not of what.
I go to hide him behind me, when I realize we are in a firefight. Our brothers are all around us. Some are missing arms or legs, some are headless, "K'oyacyi!" they scream voicelessly over and over again, seeming to float around. Ryl'an can not see them, he is too busy holding the line. The line.. The line.. There is no line. Ryl'an and I am all that is left. It's the Imperials. We are holding them at bay. Ryl'an's helm is fogging, he can't see to aim, he takes his helm off and uses the rifle sights to bring more of the Imperials down. A grenade is tossed in, it detonates near his face, no.. no.. this is wrong. That should be me. I couldn't see. Ryl'an was running out of ammo. But.. he has plenty of ammo. Where has my ammo gone?
They are calling for our surrender, I know we should, but I refuse. Ryl'an refuses as well. We would rather die that turn on the memory of our brothers. The Imperials bring Walkers to the front. They open fire. The building is coming down around us. I'm scrambling for a way out. Looking, but all the doors are gone, the walls are shrinking, the roof is caving in. It's crushing me.. I can't breathe, I can't move, and the only thing I can see is Ryl'an's lifeless features. His dull eyes looking up to me seeming to ask me, "Why?"
I have no answer, and even if I did, my collapsing lungs wouldn't let me form a word. I can't answer.
Finally when the last of the air is gone, and death is upon me...
I wake up drenched in sweat, my breathing heavy and labored, my body filled with adrenaline as though I am in the fight of my life.
What does this even mean?