Star Wars: Light the Luminous

It was quiet, silent in fact and with nothing to do, Ian slowly fell asleep, his eyes drooping heavily until they fell shut. An hour or two passed and Ian dreamt of rebel-piloted X-wings fighting Imperial TIE-fighters, of the death star blowing up entire planets, of his family and friends, who he may never see again, and of Earth, his once home, that was now probably billions of light-years away.

Whilst Ian dreamed, travelling through the caverns was a light, an intermingling spiral of ebony, silver and ivory, that flickered its way through the village's maze of tunnels. The light was headed towards Ian and unseen by the scant few Junker guards still patrolling the village, it approached Jent's cabin.

Stopping outside for a moment, it flashed a thin blue light, that scanned over the house.

The scan stopped and the multi-hued light, seemingly having found some sort of conformation, then dived through one of the many cracks in Jent's walls and burrowed into Ian's forehead, vanishing.

The blurry cascade of images that made up Ian's dreams was gently cleansed away, replaced by a more definite depiction, practically tangible. In Ian's dreams now, he saw a pyramid buried amidst trash, he felt it calling to him, and the yearning intent it radiated shook Ian from his sleep.

Ian's eyes opened. He could feel it now, he knew where it was, it was close, and whatever it was, it was calling out to him. It wanted to meet. He got to his feet and began to make his way to it.

Half-conscious Ian wandered through the tunnels, the light possessing him guiding him through the village. It took him on a route around the night watch's patrol, out of the residential area and back to the nexus where he had met Doc.

Only a short ways past the Doc's infirmary, he found a door.

It was rusted, old, and decorated in various strange symbols. Ian's hand was guided to its lock. Thunk! with a loud echoing sound the door unlocked, the light inside Ian had aided him in using the force, allowing him to unlock the door with it.

It was only at this time that Ian found himself fully conscious. He momentarily reeled against in the light in his mind, before calming down. Ian couldn't feel any threat from the light; his honed instincts sensed no ill-intent, so he decided to simply ask the light of its intentions, feeling the sentience it held.

"Who are you, what do you want?" Ian thought, nervous, and with his mind linked to the light, it responded, "I am Vetula-Illus-Im-Iông, you may call me Illus and as for what I want. I want you to inherit my legacy... ahum, ahum... our legacy." the voice was soft and feminine, girlish almost.

"Legacy?" Ian asked. "There is little time to explain, you must reach the arc, I can not sustain the connection for much longer." the light responded and with each word, her voice grew fainter.

Despite feeling no ill-intent, Ian was warry, this 'legacy' seemed too good to be true, and it had all the markers of a trap, the mysterious light in his head akin to the bioluminescent lure of an angler-fish.

There was a little internal turmoil before Ian came to a decision.

He had already died once so what was there to fear? It was better to take a risk today, and maybe find a way off this planet than to spend his second life whiling away his days among a people with whom he couldn't even speak.

"If I'm walking on thin ice, I may as well dance," Ian joked with a grin, before sprinting his way up the passage behind the now unlocked door.

It was dark, pitch black, and with nothing but the light in his head to guide him, Ian ran at full speed through the underground tunnel. He could feel it, the light slowly fading, knowing that without it, it may take him months, maybe years, to find the arc; the pyramid that had permeated his dreams.

Ian quickly reached the end of the tunnel. At the tunnel's end, a mustard yellow hue shone through a sheet of mesh wiring, the light marking Ian's exit, and the mesh blocking it. With the Illus directing him, Ian used his momentum to burst out of the tunnel, breaking through the mesh directly with his body.

There was a small drop after the tunnel's end, the exit elevated, and Ian fell a few metres before quickly rolling forward, springing back up, and continuing without losing any speed. He then jumped swung and dived his way through the various trash that littered the surface.

Pushing his new body to the limits, he made his way to the arc and getting closer and closer to it, he could feel the light in his head get dimmer with each step. Until...

The light gave out, his guide had dissipated, the connection lost.

"Close, I should be close now," Ian huffed, out of breath, and closing his eyes he tried to remember the image from his dream. There had been trash surrounding and burying the pyramid if he could just remember something visible...

"That's it!" Ian shouted remembering that in the distance there had been a particular trashed ship that stood out, it was purple and had a long swordfish-like nose. Ian climbed to the top of the nearest heap and looked around. It was still pretty dark out, and the yellow fog limited the visibility even further, but through the fog, he managed to see an outline of a ship, similar to the one in his memory.

Ian then calculated were the pyramid would be relative to the ship and made his way towards where he had estimated it to be, after searching around for a while he found it, exactly as it had been in his dream.

The pyramid was made of some sort of metal, rusted like almost everything else on this planet and on its side was a pattern, indented into the metal. It looked like layers of cogs, the type you would find in a clock and inside a circle, each cog was contained within the last, smaller and indented deeper within the rusted metal.

Ian looked up at the symbol on the pyramid, finding it familiar, it was something he had definitely seen before but couldn't place. "later," he said to himself, not being able to remember what the pyramid's symbol was on the spot.

Ian walked up to the pyramid, it was large, massive in-fact and Ian walked around it looking for an entrance. After some searching, he found one, a mechanical door, that immediately slid up on Ian's approach.

"Welcome," he heard, in what sounded like English to his ears, an omnipresent voice that was robotic in tone.

Ian poked his head through the door, looking inside. It was comparatively clean, the walls and floors a luminescent white, the robotic voice rang out again, "You are expected, please walk straight down the hall, the masters await." Ian was a little spooked but walked straight on, directly to the centre of the pyramid.

At the centre, there was a small cube on a pedestal, it thrummed with pulsating black, white and grey lights.

"Touch the Allẽgoria," the robotic voice spoke.

Ian reached out and touched the device.

"Ahh, you made it, good... This is our legacy, The Force System," the woman's voice from earlier sounded in his mind.