Phoenix Knite

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Click …. Click …. Click….

“Mom always tells me to keep a touch on the minds around me, ever since she and dad found out I could feel with my mind like them.

I sit up in my bed, the cold damp air rushing in through my open window bypassing the defenses of my warm covers, chilling me to the bone. It is late at night, a chilly night on Tython
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I can hear the thoughts of those I focus on. Never in depth, always a surface thought but their thoughts feelings emotions none the less. They call it the –FORCE-!

I keep trying to convince them that I can do more. I can sometimes move things just by thinking about it and I can make the dog do things I want him to do by influencing his mind.

I am told an 8 year old should start small, that the dark side is always present. That I need to build my defenses, I need to build my understanding and shouldn’t take on the world yet. I didn’t understand that sentiment until after tonight

Why won’t they listen to me though. Just because I’m 8 doesn’t mean I can’t think for myself. But I guess anything is better than one of dad’s lectures

I keep in touch on the minds of everything thing around me, all things that think, and feel,all of the sentient beings.Even in my sleep I open my mind the way my mother taught me. They appear to me as bright lights amidst a pale blue background, each life each mind a light a consciences that I can feel.

There are so many new ones tonight, only mom and dad feel familiar. But it is ok they are blinking away from me one after another. With every…

Click …. Click…. Click….

I can hear it distinctly from the surface of one mind specifically. This mind is the newest. It is focused but not angry. I can tell he feels like he is just doing a rudimentary job. Chopping wood taking out the trash something simple yet necessary think less.

All I get from him is 3 clicks, I wish he would stop. Why can’t he let me sleep? It’s his loud clicks that woke me up. What could someone be concentrating on so much that it woke me out my sleep?

A cold stealy chill runs up and down my spine. My palms are sweating, I am scared, and worried. I feel like I am in danger but how, why should I be. There are so many people around me.

Click …. Click …. Click ….

There it is again

Another mind goes dark anther light disappears, I have never felt that before it’s foreign and somehow profoundly wrong

“I want mom and dad they will know what to do. They have to be awake, I’ll just reach out like I always do, and they will come see what’s wrong.

Before I get a chance to reach out they both come running.

See, both mom and dad know how I feel they must feel it to.

Click …. Click …. Click ….

My mother’s face is bathed in fear terrified from her very soul. My father confident strong, his nerve never fading his calm never broken.He has his light sword saber out. It is black but pulses vibrant white, as if it is breathing slowly, taking in the energy, the force itself.
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Why does he get to play with it, I think I’m going to take it one day, but I have to be careful to put it back. I don’t want another lecture.

They tell me I’m too young to learn how to do anything but sense minds, all these limitations. Mom’s sense of the force is so strong; stronger than dads. She is the main one teaching me how to manipulate things little by little. Yet I never see her touch her light saber It is always close to her but floating like a leaf caught in an updraft, elegant, beautiful, and deadly, floating in the air waiting to strike at my mother’s mere though. It is the exact opposite of dads white and glows black, also breathing full of life full of energy.
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Dad is kind and makes promises behind mommas back. He says when I am ready he will take me to get my own light sword and finish my teaching.

Click …. Click …. Click ….

Mom is reaching out for me, she makes me feel so comfortable.

Her lightsaber floating in the air moving as if held in her hand effortlessly, but she is not holding it. It twirls in the air so full of life as if it has a soul of its own. I point to it.

I didn’t know you could do that mom.

My hands in mid-flight, wonder coursing thing my mind replacing all the doubt, the cold, the fear, as I fix my hand to point at my wonder, my new found lightsaber obsession.

Click …. Click …. Click …. Bang ….

What was that bright light, that loud crack

My mother is falling lifeless to the ground. Instantly the calm the power the peace erodes from my father’s demeanor. His very essence anger pain suffering.

Moms light disappeared from my mind

Big Hot tears are cascade from my cheeks but I don’t yet know why. Her light sword graceful and so full of life extinguishes, no longer suspended by her thoughts.

Is that what those lights going out means? Is mom really, did mom just…

Dad yells “GET DOWN, HIDE”

Click …. Click …. Click …. Bang ….

I am all alone. What happened to dads light sword it went out, like moms? No more lights in my mind no more thoughts no more comfort, no more life.

I did as my father said and jumped down off my bed hiding until I heard his body drop. Like a tidal wave rough forceful and all-consuming the force struck me. I jump up faster than I ever have before. Running to my parents whose bodies are in my door way, reaching out to them with all my strength, my muscles reacting to my desperation, my mind following suit. My father’s and mother’s light sabers just in my rech. Something is pushing me begging me to keep them safe to presere a way of life I don’t yet know

I have to protect them.

In an instant an 8 year old is forced to grow up no longer a innocent boy no longer a childish youth. This isn’t about playing anymore isn’t about being selfish wanting to grow up before my time. This is about my family, my mother, my father, my life.

Click …. Click …. Click ….Bang ….

A bullet to fast to see, too fast to sense, and much too fast for a young boy to dodge, finds its target

It doesn’t hurt but it is warm.

The bullet shot from a man who is cold calculating, without malice or anger, finds its way to my head.

Why am I covered in red water, why is it covering my head embracing me in liquid warm flowing down. It is so heavy my body is so heavy. But why am so cold?

I don’t feel myself fall the ground so comforting softer than my bed softer than any embrace. My desire my desperation snatched from me in less than a second. All the lights disappear from my mind but this one this man; single minded, calm, another job to him no different

I can’t see.

Desperation returns the force my mission brought with it. But I am being pulled away guided to light to safety and I am told to sleep to wait. I reach out one last time

All the lights I could sense went away, all the lights are gone even the 3 click guy. All that is left is this liquid warmth and my cold body

Click …. Click …. Click ….

I barely wake up still can’t see very well there is blood everywhere.

Mom, dad they are…… they are DEAD!!!

Click …. Click …. Click ….

A man sits in a chair in my room. Holding a very well maid slugthrower

Who are you, why are you holding that gun, why does that gun make me so angry, why do I hear him clicking it.

So many thoughts rush to my mind alert instantly by the sound.

It’s not the three click guy

I reach out with the force, there are 2 lights this time 2 minds 2 people. Without thinking, without forcing myself to move, without feeling, I make his light disappear, like my mom’s, like my dad’s.

That gun belongs to me.

The words escape from my lips and like my body become so heavy. The other presence speaks

You have fire, you have strength, you have drive. You will be our greatest asset … Welcome young man to PHOENIX.

The voice deep and calming, it reminds me of my father I want to turn to face him to stand my ground. That same voice the same gently oing tug to the light pulls me away. My body heavy again as I allow the light to caress me

Where did that voice come from…. Everything is going black again I can’t see… at least there are no clicks at least this light didn’t go away, and at least……. I have this gun

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Many years later …

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

Fluidly the Bolt handle is engaged and pulled back, “This primitive slugthrower.” I think the thoughts to myself. The gun’s bolt makes a very audible
Click ….
I pull it ejecting the spent cartridge. The smell of spent black powder rich and sharp in my nose”To think my entire family, force users, light saber wielders, good men and women, killed by this…”
Click ….
I slide the bolt back into place. Pushing, engaging, and readying the next bullet to be sent on its way. Feelings the guns sturdiness in my hands solid reliable. “My whole family stolen, killed, massacred”. Another loud
Click ….
The bolt is reengaged ready to send another shot down range. Ready to extinguish another light. The calm washes over my body as I breath out … slowly steadily deadly
BANG!!!
… Without thinking, without emotion, without hesitation. The Shot vibrates through my body. I brace the impact like I have done what seems like millions of times before. Instinctively I reach for the bolt again

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

Now, I understand the 3 click guy, that’s not right anymore, his name his identity to me, the assassin. Now, I understand the assassins thoughts Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!! His breathing, his form, flawless, his thoughts … calm, peaceful, clear. He is a sniper hiding “as I am now”. Holding THIS slugthrower firing and immediately reloading, _click …. click …. click …. BANG, click …. click …. click …. BANG, click …. click …. click …. BANG.“ How long did it take me to be able to move the bolt action so perfectly that it creates the 3 clicks, to squeeze the trigger instead of pulling so the BANG is on target?” Now it is my turn to, be single minded, to do a job, to be emotionless. "How did I find myself following in the foot steps of the assassin, and not basking in the glory of the path of my family?

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

The sound, the feeling, the calm from the 3 clicks in my ear as I engage the target is eerie. My mind drifts as the force sends me … the emotions, the feelings, the dream, of my past. My father, mother everyone dead, torn from my mind by a lone assassin with THIS slugthower. A single minded person whose thoughts like my own concerned only with the repetitive 3

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

It has been years now since that day I am now of age, 21 and have climbed the ranks of Phoenix, the youngest candidate for phoenix Knite in millennia. I have earned my own Flame of the phoenix, my defining mark, my individuality.
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Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

Another target another light … fades, disappears, and dies. Yet the force bombards me with thoughts of the past. I can not escape from its weight its ever watchful eye. Flare initiate I was unconcerned at the time with my rank. Until I learned of the freedom it granted. A new name a new identity replacing what that assassin stole from me. Flare initiate the name, the rank stood in my mind giving me … purpose, hope, strength. I embraced the fire that burnt in me for … revenge, knowledge, and understanding.

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

I was inducted into phoenix on the day of my death and rebirth. Phoenix Seer, Part of the prime council the head of the prime branch of phoenix inducted me. A great honor I am told. Yet I still do not know why he was there to begin with. The assassin left his slugthrower in my room, dropped unceremoniously to show his dead in killing my family. “This very same slugthrower.”

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

Phoenix Seer … taught me himself, tattooed me himself, saved me himself. I am a force user, hated, feared, in the galaxy. He taught me how … to fight, to survive, and to kill. He taught me the power of 3 as it … calms me, centers me, focuses me. It is the only thing I remember from my, old life. He taught me to hide my power trust in “THIS” rifle, but not to become attached… I am the weapon, I am the strength, I am the intent. This tool merely what I channel myself through

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

“I will avenge my family I will continue their lineage I will become strong. The force will guide me”. The force my only connection to my true life my true name.

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

“There has to be … another way, another path, another choice … my father’s way, my mother’s way, the way of the sword of the force. But where do I get a light saber where do I learn the sword? Where do I learn this path”

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

“My job here is done” another mission another assassination, another contract, in the name of phoenix.” Why do these words always feel so heavy when I say them, then I realize. “I am no better.” The realization haunts me as I climb down to confirm my work … death, destruction pain, left in my wake. I quickly refocus myself, “I must find my family’s way!” My contract is to decimate a family of nobility corrupted by their power and greed, I kill every last one from the elder to the dog, not even the droids escapes. I reach into my utility belt and pluck my medallion. I leave it… my calling card, my resume, my individuality, among the scattered dead. “I am no better.” What I am, PHOENIX KNITE … this is my story, this is my pain, this is who I am!!!

Phoenix Knite

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