''Awake''

[Rjaden Pesanka]

His Eyes shot open,First thing he seen was his two feet at the bottom of the bed he layed in,He was hot,and sweating he almost forgot where he was.He directed his eyes back down towards his feet,he noticed his left leg fully bandaged.

He just noticed his Left side of his face was covered in A type of metallic material for some reason his hands where Cuffed to the side of the bed with a blue aura coursing through it,His voice was shoot he tried to yell but could not his voice was strict,He remembered now he was in the Jedi temple on Coruscant,After he Had a dilemma with his former master Ajac,He was blown out of his speeder nearly killed had not he been saved or just got lucky.He remembers a Woman who was a Jedi and that he would be taken Here for Medication.

A sharp pain Risen in his back but seconds later eased up,He could not get up nor speak,He was bound for glory Or bound for hate.he layed completely back onto his pillow,As he turned his head slightly Hearing a door open on the far left of the corrider.

 

[Niklas]

Erik had been in the Medical Wing of the Jedi Temple for one reason. Hours earlier, he was near a pair of duelists sparring. A missed blow landed on Erik's Left arm, singing his skin. He looked at the ugly mark. Horrifying.

A healer fiddled with his arm, and Erik yelped in pain. The healer said it would be healed within a few hours. SHe poured some bacta over it and left.

He heard footsteps down the hall, but alas, He could not see whom they belonged to.

 

[Sovereign]

ADMIN: Next time, don't bother replying to spammers. Carry on.

 

[Rjaden Pesanka]

((OCC:thanks for the heads up))

 

[Ender]

((Hm...Erik, Mr.Specter is in for a surprise....))

Shale Novarin, formerly Burc'ya Dar Skiarta, walked into the Jedi temple. He asked a Jedi where a place was, and was informed that it was just down the hall.He continued walking, if had been still alive there would be a curious feeling in his stomach. But alas, he was not. Still an android, on all accounts. He stepped into the medical wing, keeping his head low as to not be recognized. He approached a bed occupied by Erik Specter. He spoke quietly. "Mr. Specter...it's been awhile."

 

[Niklas]

Erik looked up slowly. The voice was familiar, yet the tone was not. It was cold, and deep. He saw the silhouette of his old friend, but something wasn't right. His friends were dead. All of them... or so he thought...

Erik was feeling any "welcome back to the world of the living , you oversized Mandalorian" feeling either. His first reaction was to become hostile.

It can't be him... Its not possible.

"You aren't real..."

 

[Ender]

"Oh really, Erik?" Shale said, pulling up a chair and sitting in it backwards. He smiled, and poked Erik in his wound which would cause serious pain. "Am I still not real?" Shale grinned. "I wish I could stay I was still dead...well I suppose you could say that I am, but still." Shale shrugged, frowning. Hopefully this wouldn't end up like Daesha's reaction.

 

[Niklas]

Erik winced in pain. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't understand. Burc was dead. Completely dead. Absolutely dead. This wasn't possible.

It must be another walking nightmare... This isn't real.

Erik slowly reached to his side, and felt the comfort of his revolver-style blaster.

As he did so, he heard his heart rate accelerating, and soon enough, a slight taze and some anesthetic was administered.

"No...", he gasped, as he soon drifted into a drug induced sleep.

 

[Ender]

Damn it. Shale thought sitting back. He now had to wait for Erik to wake up. But in the mean time, Shale downed the anesthetics that were being administered to Erik to a lower level. Then he sat down and began working on a new program, waiting for his awakening.

 

[Niklas]

Erik rose up, awakened. He looked at his arm. It seemed after a few hours time, it healed. He rose up only to see the "visitor" still here. Erik, slowly removed the electrode and IV from his other arm. I hate needles, he thought, as he removed the large IV needle.

Erik looked to the imposter.

This has gotta be fake...

Erik immeadiately broke into a run through the door and down the hallway. Meeting at a junction, he sprinted left. He found himself in a back alley, moments after, panting for breath.

"I think I lost him."

 

[Ender]

For the love of the gods... Shale thought as Erik bolted. He stood up slowly, tracking his movements. He followed easily, being drugged his movements were a little erratic. He stepped out the door and grabbed for Erik's collar saying "Calm down kid! It's me damn it!"

 

[Niklas]

Erik heard it. The tone of his voice. It all made sense. It must be him. It had to be him. No doubt.

"Its been a long time then, eh cowboy?"

Erik smirked. He was alive.

 

[Ender]

"Damn straight Erik." Shale said, letting go. He reached inside his bag, and brought out a bottle of Corellian Firewhisky. "Figured I needed a drinking buddy." he said with a sad smile. "What do you say we hit the outlander club?

 

[Niklas]

"Yeah, alright..."

And so they left.


END!