This is a coop fiction that myself and Atra wrote for Judecca World (sp?), but inadvertently got disqualified for (should have read the word per participant). At any rate, we both enjoyed writing it and felt it was worth sharing with the community.
Please don’t post until we’re done with the thread as we’ll be taking turns to post our parts in order.
For a bit of background, this story was inspired by the Red Fury event between CSP and CNS. In one of his submissions, Atra had decided to write in Calindra who apparently left him to die in the caves under the Red Fury Base: https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/system/competition_submissions/000/030/956/4045dfb332024310b08fc6362b2ad266955060f4.pdf?1431874195
Of course, after reading that I said it was the perfect setup for an ACC Match (found here: https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/acc/acc_battles/261), and this is the denouement from that match.
We hope you enjoy.
Calindra floated between pain and delirium, between dreams and wakefulness, where the mind refuses to impart to the fatigued and battered body that it needs to wake. The body meanwhile is screaming from the pain and trauma it had experienced, a throbbing pain in the jaw, a bruised sensation across the abdomen, and cold dampness on the cheek.
She was having that frightful dream again. That of an older Mando woman and a nightmarish figure, cloaked in darkness as it plunged a lightsaber through her heart. Every time she wakes up screaming, but not this time. This time, her body didn’t let her, though a moan escaped her. The dream changed, and she was suddenly in the deep lush jungles surrounded by red muscular warriors.
“Do you have a name?”
Calindra felt a softness on her cheek, like she was sprawled on some silken sheets, her hand registered a cold smooth surface, her finger resting over the edge of a gap. The contrast between the smooth surface and the granular texture of the gulley was exaggerated in her mind which was suddenly swirling with questions that could no longer be ignored. A sharp pain radiated from arms and face. 'Why do my arms hurt…?’
“What’s your name?”
‘What is my name? Who am I?’ the knowledge escaped her like a slimy eel in a bucket of water, slipping through her fingers. “Who am I…” she managed, though her voice sounded more like a rasp. Her throat was too hoarse, her mouth too dry.
“Yes, what’s your name…?”
“Cal… Calindra. My name is Calindra,” she realized, catching hold of the eel and with it the rest of what happened. She was suddenly awake, the softness she felt pressed up against was actually a large bed. She propped herself up and turned to face her captor.
“You!” she yelled, recognizing Atra; but the word came out in a soft hoarse rasp again. ‘What…Where am I…?’ her mind screamed.