Tragedy and Malevolence

A few more months past, and wallowed in their desperation through the empathic link I've established. Their hope has only increased with their fear and desperation though. It is how they keep going.

Lona's pregnancy was noticed, and she was given less work shifts as a result. She even got a little more food. She is producing another product after all. Jafarn of course would make sure he gets a free slave without fail. She was even more closely monitored, which made it harder for Irafnan to see her.

Irafnan now had visible dark circles in his eyes. The stress and more work to accelerate their escape has taken its toll on his body.

I knew the time was near, very near. I had witnessed the tunnel finally be complete. Its exit point is outside of the estate in the direction of a speeder pad. He probably wants to take a speeder to a spaceport somewhere. Perhaps even a spaceport in another city. It isn't a bad plan.

Now, Irafnan can begin his plan whenever he is ready.

I didn't have to wait long. It happened on the night of a weekend.

Irafnan had snuck Lona out from the slave pens. They then went into the tunnel. I was following close behind them. Only a few meters away.

Irafnan had disabled their collars, "Lona, we're finally going to be free. Let's go quickly."

Lona was crying in joy has her collar was taken off and they were walking moving through the tunnel as fast as they could.

I hear Irafnan say, "I've secretly paid for a speeder driver to pick us up at the upcoming pad. By the time we'll be there, he should be waiting or just arriving. He'll take us to a spaceport. Then we'll go to Alliga, a corporation planet. Then we can make our way to the inner rim. We've hidden enough money to make it all the way."

Lona has an excited, tearful, smile, "I can already see it."

They exit the tunnel and move to where the speeder pad is. I follow close behind unseen and unknown. Their fear starts to lessen greatly and their hope only further increases. They are both feeling really good about themselves.

I start to notice something immensely troubling though. I sense lifeforms moving in out direction in a manner to orderly for my liking. I am starting to get worried.

The two lovers arriving at an empty speeder pad. I clench my fists as I know what lies in the alleys and shadows. I jump up to the top of a nearby building and perch there.

Lona questions worriedly, "Ira, the speeder will be here, right?"

Irafnan hides his own worry and answers with feigned confidence, "Yes Lona, the speeder should be here any second now."

I see the door open to a nearby building, and Jafarn walks out. They've been busted. The escape has failed.

"Well well well son. How bold and crafty. Capable." Jafarn slowly claps as he speaks. His guards come from the shadows and two speeders drive up behind him.

The two lovers quickly turn around. Through the link, I feel despair from Lona, and Irafnan; strong despair.

Jafarn speaks again, "My son, I think you've proven to be too capable to be a mere slave. If you return and become a loyal servant to me, I will not enslave you again. I'll even have that Mirialian slave be your personal bitch too. As a sign of my sincerity. How about it?"

Irafnan swols deeply, "How did you find out."

Jafarn shrugs, "Other slaves overheard. For some small rewards, they gave you both up easily. You should have really discussed any plans out of earshot of others son, haha. So what's your answer to my kind offer."

Irafnan shakes his head slowly as Lona hides behind him, "No. You are an evil man father. I will not serve you and aid you in your vile works. I will take Lona back to that mansion of pain and suffering. I won't have my child born in such a place either!"

Jafarn's relaxed smile fades into a cold expression, "Then I will have just have to use you best as I can then once I take you back to slavery. I also make sure that bitch of yours is tossed around so much, she'll be useless as an entertainer or pleaser. Then I'll sell her to the Trandoshians so they use her for their hunting sport. All the while, you'll be using your deft hands to build things for me. Take them."

The guards then move to capture them. Their despair completely overwhelms their hope. I've never felt such despair before. It is different from when a person fears death. I unconsciously take a step forward.

I fell a strong hand on my shoulder that stops me. I look and see it is Marka, "Let go of me you old evil."

Marka shakes his head, "No, you must not interfere. Watch and feel, that is all."

I try to shake him off but he isn't budging. Then I hear a scream. Irafnan attacked when a guard got close and got his blaster. He shot the guard, but then a blaster bolt hit him in the back. Irafnan turns to see that Jafarn took the shot. Irafnan takes one last look at Lona before falling over and dying. Lona cries and screams. I feel an immensely strong wave of sadness hit me and my thoughts are staggered.

I struggle against Marka more, using the Force and all my strength. I almost broke free, but then another hand rested on my left shoulder. I turn and see Kaljaren holding me now too. I say in rage, "You! Let me go you dead fucks!"

Then Lona struggles against that guard wrapping around her from that back. She takes a vibroblade from a sheath and stab the guard in the thigh. She quickly moves away, then finds herself at the business of everyone's blasters. She lets out a small wail, before stabbing her stomach deeply, then slitting her own throat. I could feel that she had completely lost hope, and only despair remained.

I struggled even more, lightning dance all over my body as I struggled. I wanted to DESTROY them. I couldn't stand to be under the same starlight as them. I yell out, "LET ME GO! AAAHHHHHHH!"

Jafarn sighed before rallying everyone to go back to the mansion. They didn't even clean up the bodies. They just left them there. It wasn't until the bastards were out of view that Kaljaren and Marka let me go. I immediately jumped down and lamented over the two dead lovers and their unborn child.

My masters were right, my deeper connection and understanding of the Light side only made this scene even more unbearable. I was heaving in anger. Anger at Jafarn, anger at my masters for holding me back, HATE at myself for not being strong enough to escape their hold!

My heaving quieted, and my trembling was replaced by an eerie stillness. Now I understood. Deep hate, anger, suffering, pain, isn't outgoing or loud. It is calm and silent. Something that makes you cold, something that strips away all morality and rash thoughts. It is objective, cruel beyond measure, dishonorable, it is a calm evil that focuses your mind and steadies your heart. It is a malevolence that seeps into your veins, clears your thoughts, and intensifies your will. Most of all, it is irreverent, beholden to nothing, caring for nothing, fearful of nothing.

I remain still, staring at the bodies as the temperature around drops and drops.

I lift my head and stop staring. I turn around dangerously and look in the direction of mansion.

No words are needed any longer.

I take off to the mansion.