The Imperial Shipyards
Imperial Creative Engineering => Fan Fiction => Topic started by: Mungo Baobab on March 29, 2011, 02:45:40 PM
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This story is set about 52 years before the events of SW: Episode 1-The Phantom Menace. I am going to try my hand at fan-fiction. No promises on how well this story will turn out.
+++++Introduction+++++
Star Wars
Emergence of the Sith
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…
This is a peaceful time for the Republic, but not for the Jedi Council. For generations the Jedi have been dispatched by the chancellor of the Galactic Senate as negotiators and keepers of the peace in various political circumstances.
During a recent trade dispute, the Jedi were asked to remain uninvolved by the Supreme Chancellor Nican Vimic. As usual, high-ranking Jedi Council members graciously agreed to the request of the Chancellor.
One Jedi Master is secretly walking a dark path and does not see this situation in the same light as his fellow council members. He and his master believe it is time to eliminate Chancellor Vimic so the Sith can once again emerge and rule the galaxy…
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+++++Part One+++++
The council sat in the circular shaped room located atop the highest spire of the Jedi temple. The discussion about the recent trade dispute between two small industrial worlds, located near the outer rim, had reached an alarming level.
“I tell you this is only the beginning,” exclaimed Sariss Koth! “If this continues, I fear it won’t be long until he tries to eliminate the need for the Jedi Order all together in regards to matters of peace and politics in the Republic.”
Jedi Master Ki Rahn sat across the room from Koth. He had listened in silence, starring at the floor, as Koth criticized the Chancellor’s actions. Lifting his head, he offered his thoughts, “Sariss, you know the Jedi Council is not a part of the Republic’s governing body, we simply serve the Senate and office of Supreme Chancellor by request. The Chancellor decides how political matters should be rectified and the level of our involvement. We have no authority over his office.”
Sariss, with a furrowed brow, hastily replied, “Then maybe WE should be the governing authority in the Republic.”
Time seemed to stop.
Sariss glared at Master Ki Rahn through his deep blue eyes. The wrinkles in his forehead clearly displayed his irritation. Koth was the youngest member currently seated on the Jedi Council. Many perceived he was wise beyond his youth, yet his frustrations seemed to be taking control.
Ki Rahn focused on the force. Over and over he recited mentally, “There is no emotion, there is peace,” and quickly released the temptation to lash out. Speaking in a calm steady voice. “Master Koth, I am concerned. The political viewpoints you have advocated and the feelings you display tread closely to the dark side.”
Yoda’s voice again filled the room, “Sariss, be calm, at peace, control your emotions. Through them, hard to use good judgment it is.”
Master Koth stood and walked quickly toward the chamber doors. As the doors slid open, he stopped, paused and spun around to face the council. “I have heard enough! You are all blind! The Chancellor is a threat to the Jedi, you will see the truth” Koth yelled! With a swift turn he walked out of the council chambers.
Ki Rahn rose from his seat and moved toward the door, “Sariss wait,” he cried, but his words evaporated into the air.
Yoda looked at the floor, “Great anger I sense in him.”
“Should I go and talk with him,” Asked Ki?
“No,” Yoda replied. “Time to calm his anger he needs, then…talk with him we will.”
Ki Rahn turned, walked back and slumped down into his seat, “I have a bad feeling about this.”
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+++++Part Two+++++
Sariss Koth walked into the hanger. He looked around for a moment, and saw no one. Moving toward his ship he sensed a presence.
A deep, rugged voice echoed from underneath a nearby vessel, “Evenin’ Master Koth, good to see ya! Can I help ya with somethin’?”
It was the hanger mechanic, a Corellian, named Miles Ruskin. Koth stopped turned around and began to walk toward the origin of the voice. Miles rolled his small, pudgy frame from under the ship. He was known as one of the best mechanics on Coruscant, which is primarily why Yoda had gone to great lengths to secure his services.
“Need me prep your ship for a night flight, it’ll only take me a few minutes” asked Miles.
Koth quickly responded, “No, Miles, that won’t be necessary. It is just a quick errand. I will only be gone for a few hours. Besides, you keep these ships in wonderful shape, I am quite sure my ship can handle the flight.”
Mile Ruskin beamed with pride.
“Thank ya Master Koth, I always give it my best. But ya sure I can‘t give her a once over,” he enthusiastically inquired?
“I am sure everything will be fine,” Koth said in a polite and encouraging tone. “Please, don’t let me keep you from your work.”
Still glowing with pride, Miles Ruskin turned to happily resume his work. “Well, okay! Have a safe flight!”
Sariss Koth drew his lightsaber. Koth thought for a moment about what he was about to do. He was no threat, yet Ruskin had to be eliminated. Ruskin could track Koth’s flight and destination and his master’s orders had been very clear; leave no loose ends, no matter how insignificant. He ignited the bright green blade. When Miles Ruskin heard the snapp-hiss, he froze and then slowly turned around.
“W,wh,wha…wha…what’s g,g…going on Master Koth?”
Koth glared at Ruskin feeding on the little man’s fear. The mechanic knew something bad was about to happen then the friendly grin on Ki’s face transformed in to an evil smirk. Miles turned as quick as he could to run from the Jedi, but it was no good.
In one swift motion, Koth jumped toward the mechanic and swung his lightsaber in a downward motion.
Miles Ruskin fell to the floor.
Koth powered down his lightsaber, took a deep breath to relax himself and felt a new strength fill his being. The dark side was indeed powerful, just as his master had told him. A smile came to Koth’s face. Quickly he turned and walked to his ship.
As his ship exited Coruscant’s atmosphere, Koth transmitted an encrypted message to his Master:
BEGIN MESSAGE: Jedi Council did exactly as you predicted. The Jedi Order is weak. En route to destination. Will make contact upon arrival. The force is with us Master. END MESSAGE
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+++++Part Three+++++
Early morning on Coruscant, the center of galactic civilization, was always beautiful. The sky, as usual, was filled with the flow of non-stop activity. The city-covered surface was home to the government of the Republic and the center of commerce. A plethora of businesses, both legal and otherwise, operated on this planet. The giant sun rose on the horizon. Master Curch Denas enjoyed the view as he and his apprentice stood in the moving elevator.
“I have a bad feeling about this, Master,” said Jared Rand.
Curch chuckled.
“It isn’t funny Master.”
The padawan stood next to his master in the elevator as it moved upward toward the council chamber. Jared was one of the most gifted young padawans Curch Denas had ever seen, from his perspective anyway. This young one already stood eye to eye with his master, was an excellent swordsman and, if he could ever master his control of the force, had tremendous potential. Yet, he could sense the anxiety his young apprentice was trying to hide.
“Control yourself. You always get nervous when we go before the council,” Curch said in a friendly, comforting tone of voice.
The elevator stopped. Jared took a deep breath, closed his eyes and exhaled.
“Relax,” whispered Curch.
The doors opened. They stepped out of the elevator and walked down a short hallway to a set of double doors. As the doors opened the hallway was filled with sunlight. Squinting, Curch and his apprentice walked into the council chamber. As their eyes adjusted, they saw two familiar figures seated, amidst the other empty seats. Curch and Jared walked to the center of the room, faced Ki Rahn and Yoda, and bowed.
“Hmmp, hmmp, welcome Master Denas, young Rand,” said Yoda, through a slight chuckle. “Young Rand, mind your master’s instruction. Release your anxieties you must.”
Frustrated, Jared glanced at his master.
“Don’t look at me, I arrived the same time you did,” jested Curch.
The padawan hung his head. “Forgive me for my lack of control masters, I will try to do better,” said Jared sadly.
Pointing at Jared, Yoda spoke in his usual authority, “this, never forget young padawan, do or do not, there is no try!”
“Yes, Master Yoda.”
After a slight pause, Master Ki Rahn turned the conversation toward the matters at hand.
“Master Curch, the reason we have summoned the two of you is because we have a very serious situation in regards to one of our own.”
“What type of situation,” asked Curch?
“Master Sariss Koth has become began down a dark path,” explained Ki.
Curch and Jared stood silent in shock.
“Disbelief, I sense in you both,” said Yoda.
Curch offered his thoughts, “You are indeed correct Master. I have known Sariss Koth for many years. I was even his padawan for a short time before he was chosen for his term on the council. It just doesn’t seem possible. What happened?”
Ki Rahn began, “Yesterday, during a discussion on the recent trade dispute, the entire council, with the exception of Master Koth, agreed with Chancellor Vimic that it would be in the best interest of the Republic if the Jedi did not get involved in this situation. Koth seems to believe that Chancellor Vimic is some sort of threat to the Jedi. He became enraged and stormed out of the council chamber. Later that evening, he went to the hanger, killed the mechanic Miles Ruskin and left the temple.”
“An error in judgment I made by letting him leave in such anger. If stopped him yesterday, I had, alive Miles Ruskin would be,” confessed Yoda.
Ki Rahn looked toward Yoda, “It was an error in judgment that the whole council agreed upon, my old friend. We are all accountable.”
“Is there any indication of either where he went or his intentions,” asked Curch, who was still struggling with this news about his former master?
“This, we do not know. However, this troubling information we do know, secretly studied the darkside Sariss Koth has,” said Yoda.
Another shockwave struck Curch.
Ki Rahn continued, “After discovering the death of Miles Ruskin it became very clear that we had a grave situation on our hands. After seeing what Sariss did to the mechanic on the security tapes we conducted a thorough search of Koth’s living quarters. Hidden behind a wall panel was a personal journal which revealed his studies into the darkside of the force. This information was not gained from studies in the Jedi archives and it seems he has been studying for quite some time. “
Yoda then spoke, his eyes facing the floor, “blind we have been to the darkside. Great trouble for the jedi Sariss Koth could create.”
“We want you and your padawan to pick up the investigation. Find Koth and bring him before the council. He is to be expelled from the Jedi order and stand trial for the murder of Mile Ruskin in a Republic Court. Use any resources necessary under our authorization,” said Master Rahn.
“Yes Master. We will begin immediately,” affirmed Curch.
Yoda then dismissed them, “May the force be with you.”
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i'm not a big Jedi fan Mungo but i tell you im lovin this story! i think you have perfectly captured the essence of these characters ,the writing is top notch, i look forward to the next part
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+++++Part Four+++++
It was the middle of the day. A silver air-speeder wove through the Coruscant traffic. The driver slowed his speed and gently docked the speeder. A hatch on the side of the taxi opened and two robed figures exited into an older area of the city.
Jared walked next to his master, but he was, however, confused. Why had they left the temple? He wanted to ask Curch where they were going and why.
As they walked further and further passing one old building after another, Jared could no longer hold back his questions. He had to find out…something…anything. “Master, how are we going to locate Koth? It is a big universe and he has been gone for almost 20 standard hours, which is quite an advantage. We have everything we need at the temple to begin our investigation; I don’t understand, why we are here?”
“You are correct, my young padawan.” Curch replied, “We could indeed begin our investigation at the temple, searching records, searching in Koth’s living quarters, meditating, etc...However, I believe I have a faster solution to finding his whereabouts. When I was Koth’s padawan we investigated the assassination of a senator’s son. During the course of the investigation, we met a…a visionary…you might say.”
“A visionary,” Jared inquired?
“Yes, though he was not a Jedi, it seemed the force was very strong with him and obviously the source of his abilities.”
Jared, not fully satisfied with the answer, continued, “We are obviously going to see him. Does the council know about this…visionary?”
“No. AND…they don’t need to know. We were given the councils authority to use whatever resources necessary to find Koth,” explained Curch. “If it is my methodology you question, I could temporarily reassign you?”
Jared felt as if he had been stabbed. “I’m sorry Master. You are much wiser than I. Please forgive my disrespect. I just have a bad feeling about this whole idea.”
“Jared this seer could use the force in ways that would take most Jedi a lifetime to discover. He could see things, places, and events; he could even see the future and the past with tremendous clarity. When we explained the circumstances surrounding our investigation he used his abilities to help us. His information was totally accurate and helped us to find the assassin. Until my time of meditation last night, I had almost forgotten him.” explained Curch as he wandered through his memories.
“Do you believe this seer is still on Coruscant or even still alive, Master,” asked Jared?
“Let’s hope so my young Padawan, he may be the quickest way to locate Koth before it’s too late” explained Curch.
Jared then moved to his next area of concern. “What will we do if…when, we find Master Koth,” inquired Jared?
Curch stopped, turned and looked into his padawan’s eyes. “I do not wish to fight a friend and former master. Hopefully, we can persuade Sariss to see he is wrong and come back to the Temple, without incident. But, if he will not return with us, then I will do what I must.”
After walking a short distance, the two of them came to a door attached to an ancient pagan-like building. Curch pressed the comm system to alert someone to their presence.
“May I help you,” squawked a young voice through the speaker?
Curch answered, “Yes, I am Jedi Master Curch DeNas. We are here seeking help from a very talented Muun that used to live here named Shaal Amor. He once aided my former master and I in an important Republic matter and I have come again seeking his council. Does he still reside here?”
“Oh a jedi master. We don’t get many of your kind around here. Yes the master is still with us and would be glad to help you. What type of payment will you be using,” asked the distorted garble?
Jared’s jaw dropped and his voice blurted out, “Payment?”
The voice crackled back, “Yes my friend. Even a person with special talents must purchase food to eat, clothes to wear and pay for the roof over his head. Not all citizens of the Republic are subject to the great luxuries of life.”
Jared grew quickly frustrated, “It seems no one does anything out of the goodness of their own heart anymore. You would think people would want to assist two…”
Curch lifted his hand silencing Jared, “Please excuse my padawan…I can offer one thousand Republic credits now and four more later, with the condition that the information is accurate. You must understand we Jedi have limited resources as well. If this isn’t enough, we will just be on our way.”
There was a short pause and the voice squawked its response, “That is less than the standard fee, but…I believe we have time to quickly squeeze you in.”
The door slowly opened to reveal a dark hallway lit with torches. At the end of the hallway was another door. As they moved down the hall, the door opened revealing a young male, about 17 years old, dressed in dark servants robes.
He looked at the two Jedi and smirked, “the Master will be with you in a few moments,” and then silently exited the room.
Jared leaned over and whispered into his master’s ear, “friendly, eh?”
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A tall robed figure emerged from the darkness. Jared Rand and Curch Denas watched as he made his way to the table where they waited.
“I was told there were Jedi here asking for MY help. Well, well, it’s been a long time since a Jedi has sought my advice,” echoed from the muun’s raspy voice.
“Shaal Amor, sir, I am Master Curch Denas and this is my padawan, Jared Rand. Several years ago you helped my former master and I solve an investigation of great importance to the Republic. Now my padawan and I seek your assistance in another urgent matter. We are trying to locate another Jedi Master by the name of Sariss Koth. Our time is very limited and I believe you might be our best hope of finding him…rather quickly,” explained Curch.
The old man chuckled, “Yes, I know YOU believe I can help, but, the young one has…’a bad feeling about this.’”
Jared sat stoically glancing at his Master and then toward Amor.
“No worries young one, I am not offended by your skepticism. You aren’t the first to feel that way and certainly won’t be the last. But, since your time is precious, let’s get right to the point. I sense your former master is on an evil path. Darkness surrounds him like a fog,” said the old man.
“Can you tell us where to find him or what kind of problems could arise from this situation,” asked Curch?
The old man closed his eyes in silence for a few seconds, “It is difficult to see his plans. His path is filled with darkness.”
Jared turned toward his master, “Master, forgive me for being disrespectful, but I don’t think we should continu…”
With a cackle Shaal Amor erupted, “Aha…ha, there…there you are! Thought you could hide from me did you?”
Amor opened his eyes as if he was awakening from a dream. Tilting his head slightly Shaal spoke, “The jedi you seek, this Sariss Koth, is still here on Coruscant. The outcome of the path he has chosen is beyond my sight. However, this I can tell you, his path crosses with the Chancellor of the Republic.”
“Are you positive,” inquired Curch?
The old muun replied with a nasally yet firm tone, “Master Denas, nothing is ever certain, the future is always in motion. I can only give you the information my vision provides.”
“What in the blazes is Koth doing?” Curch thought to himself.
Curch smiled at the old Muun, “Thank you once again for your help sir. I will return with the rest of your payment once our task is concluded. Jared, come, we must move quickly.”
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Sariss Koth awoke from his sleep. He had been hiding out in an abandoned factory which was one of his new master’s properties on Coruscant. It had little comfort but gave Koth a place to lay low until he was contacted.
He reach for his tunic and realized it was not where he had placed it before lying down. In its place were a set of black garments and a new lightsaber. His master must have had them delivered while he slept. Picking up the items he saw a small round holo-pad. Almost as if the object knew Koth was looking a small light began to flash in sync with a small beep. He activated the small round pad and a bluish hologram appeared in the shape of a familiar robed figure.
Koth turned toward the small hologram, bowed his head and began to speak, “What is your bidding my Master?”
“Koth,” crackled the sinister voice on the opposite end of the tranmission, “We must start phase two quickly. Because of your actions we must now eliminate several Jedi as well as Vimic. I will transmit the names of those who must be eliminated to your ship. This is an unexpected turn of events, however, our plan can still move forward.”
Koth sat silently for a moment.
“Sariss Koth, I sense something plaguing your thoughts,” cracked the hologram.
“Are you certain we need to provoke the jedi? Wouldn’t it be more productive if we cou…”
The hologram emphatically interrupted, “DO NOT second guess my instructions, Sariss Koth, only do as you are ordered, is that clear?”
“Understood, my Master. Are there any further instructions,” asked Koth?
“No, your performance has been acceptable, my apprentice. See that you continue to follow my instructions…without question. Once these few pitiful jedi are out of the way, move against the Chancellor. Only then can we begin to institute a shift in power. Contact me when after you have completed your task, is that understood,” asked the holographic voice?
Koth bowed his head slightly further and responded, “Understood, Master.”
The holographic transmission faded.
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Very good thus far! It reads well, and has a compelling story arc. Keep it coming!
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Very nice Mungo!
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Really sweet!
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Reads great to me, on the front page.
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Nice work on this story!
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+++++Part Seven+++++
Once again Jared Rand was nervous. He and his master were waiting in the temple courtyard for Masters Yoda and Rahn.
"Jared, you really must learn to relax," Curch teased.
The padawan squinted his eyes in frustration. Curch could sense Jared's anxiety even without using the force.
"Why can't we tell them? I just don't understand why you can't just tell them about the old Muun?"
Curch and Jared had had this conversation several times already, however it was clear that his padawan was not happy. "Young one, I will tell you one last time, the source is not the issue, it is his techniques which could cause us trouble. Even though he was willing to help us, he is a force user who was not trained by the Jedi. Some on the council might see only the dark side of the force and we don't need that kind of interference, at least not now. We must find Koth before he does something rather rash. Now...for the last time DO NOT bring it up again or I will have you serve a month in the archives with Master Nu!"
Jared sat quietly for a moment and then he and Curch began laughing in unison.
"OK, OK, you have made your point. Please don't send me to assist Master Nu. Not again."
They both laughed again.
"Always good it is to hear an apprentice and his master laughing together." It was as if Masters Yoda and Rahn had appeared out of thin air. "Good for the soul laughter is. Makes young Rand less anxious it does."
Master Ki brought the conversation back around to matters at hand. "Have you found out anything regarding Koth?"
Jared stared at the ground. He bit his tongue while remembering the last time he was sentenced to serve Master Nu.
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where have i been !! this is awesome !
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I'm liking this a lot and am eagerly anticipating future instalments.
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Great read! It is a great companion during this long day in the surveillance van.
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+++++Part Eight+++++
Seconds seemed like minutes. Minutes felt like hours.
Jared stared at the ground. He bit his tongue while remembering the last time he was sentenced to serve Master Nu. He listened to his master explain the information they had "gathered" to Master Yoda and Master Ki. It was all Jared could do to keep himself from blurting out everything he knew, but he didn't. Then as if a lifetime had passed the masters began to wrap up their discussion.
"So you are certain, Curch, this information you have obtained is good," Master Ki asked.
Curch looked at Ki with a slight grin, "Have I ever let you down?"
Yoda then added, "Alert the Chancellor we must. Make sure he is well protected we should. Uncertain we are about Koth's actions."
"I agree," added Master Rahn, "I will contact the Chancellor immediately. I will ask for his permission to add a few Jedi to his personal security detail."
As master Ki turned to leave, Curch put his arm on Rahn's shoulder to give him pause.
"Master," said Curch, "I wish to be the lead on this security detail. If Sariss is foolish enough to make any kind of move against the Chancellor...I want to be there. Maybe I can talk some sense in to him."
Ki made eye contact with Yoda. Giving a slight nod, as if reading each others mind, Ki turned toward Curch, "That can be arranged. I will let you know something as soon as I have spoken with Chancellor Vimic. Until then, you and padawan Rand get some rest."
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A beeping on his communicator woke him.
Curch rolled sideways on his bedding and reached for the flashing button.
"This is Master Denas," he said with an obvious tone of awakening.
"Curch, it's Ki. I have spoken with the Chancellor. He was most alarmed by the news, but, will more than gladly accept our protection. However, he is entertaining representatives from both trade dispute factions tonight. Chancellor Vimic said he will increase security for tonight, but would like to meet with you tomorrow after the delegates have departed from Coruscant. He said his aid will contact us in the morning to set up a time."
Curch rolled his eyes sleepily, "Did you stress to the Chancellor the severity of this situation? Without knowing what Koth might do, we should be protecting him now. I could pretend to be one of his aids or even mix in with the guards."
"I offered all those ideas, but he wouldn't go for it. These delegates are extremely distrusting of the Jedi. If you were discovered tensions could escalate," exclaimed Ki. "The Chancellor's aid will contact you in the morning. Make the arrangements and meet with Vimic. Hopefully, the force be willing, Koth won't do anything stupid tonight. Ki out."
There was a bit of static noise and the transmission ended.
"Master Denas calling padawan Rand. Master Denas calling padawan Rand. Do you copy?"
There were a few seconds of static and a sleepy sounding Jared Rand replied, "Yes master?"
Curch began to give Jared the details he received from Master Rahn. They both agreed they needed rest and would meet early in the morning for a bit of training until the Chancellor's aid contacted them.
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Ki Rahn opened his eyes. He sensed a dark presence outside the door to his living quarters. He glanced over his shoulder to his chronometer as he stood. It was early morning. He had been meditating almost four hours.
Ki picked up his lightsaber, closed his eyes and concentrated. Something confused him; the presence he sensed was not advancing, only waiting. He took a deep breath and focused.
It was Sariss Koth.
With a motion of his hand the door flew opened. Ki ignited his lightsaber. The glow of the red blade filled the room.
Slowly, Ki moved toward the opening, keeping his senses focused on Koth. As he came out into the corridor, there stood Koth, patiently waiting.
“Master Rahn, how nice of you to accept my invitation. I was wondering when you were going to join me,” jested Koth?
Ki stood in ready stance, “Koth surrender now! You must go before the council for disciplinary action!”
Koth laughed aloud, “Ha! My old friend I am afraid I cannot comply with your request. I tried to warn you and the others about the Chancellor, but you would not listen to me. I now have to rectify this entire situation myself.”
“You know I cannot let you do that. Besides, there is no situation with the Chancellor. He is running the republic well and has no evil motives. You are the situation that needs to be rectified. Now, stand down,” replied Ki sternly!
“Sorry Ki, but I do not have time for useless dribble. I have more important matters at hand,” Koth said.
Koth ignited his lightsaber. The deep red blade cast a sinister glow on the walls.
Ki grinned, his eyes yellow with the dark side of the force, "Now it's time for some...fun."
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Jared Rand quickly sat up in bed. He was covered in sweat. There was a strange disturbance in the force. He felt cold and surrounded by darkness. Suddenly, Jared felt pain; suffering and then the force seem to prompt him, “Jared…help me!”
Quickly Jared dressed himself. Using the force he grabbed his lightsaber as he ran out the door and down the corridor. He didn’t know where he was running, but if felt as if the force was pulling him right down this hallway and then left down another. Suddnely he realized he was being guided toward Master Ki’s living quarters.
As he turned the corner, Jared saw Sariss Koth standing over Ki Rahn.
Jared yelled, "Get away from him," and with a snap-hiss, Jared ignited his lightsaber and leapt through the air. Although Jared moved very quickly, his sillouette, highlighted by the orange glow of his bladed, made him and easy target for Koth. Jared screamed out when hit with a surge of blue lightning emanating from Sariss Koths hand.
The padawan bounced off the hallway wall and blackness consumed his consciousness.
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Jared, recovering from the impact of Sariss Koth’s initial strike, slowly opened his eyes.
He saw a blurry Sariss Koth standing over Master Rahn’s lifeless body. This quickly sent him in to a state sobriety. Jared sprung to his feet, using the force called his lightsaber to himself and ignited the blade. He stood facing Sariss Koth in ready stance. The bright orange blade hummed silently, casting its glow upon his face. Sariss Koth turned and faced the young padawan, carrying a slight grin upon his face.
Jared began to feel afraid, but he quickly pushed the fear away. Fear, he reminded himself, was of the dark side. Jared drew in the power of the force as he drew in a deep breath. He exhaled and tuned his senses to every aspect and detail of the dark corridor. He could feel the power flowing through him as if it was his very blood.
“Young padawan, you are indeed brave, but I can sense your fear. You must realize this is foolishness; you are strong in the force, but not that strong. If Ki Rahn could not survive my attack, surely you will not. Simply surrender and I will end your life...quickly,” Koth said with a pious tongue.
“No! You have turned your back on the living force and the Jedi Order. The only way you will escape is by destroying me in combat,” Jared said and remained in a readied posture. Sariss Koth may have been a powerful Jedi Master, but he was now under the influence of the dark side. The dark side is not stronger. Master Yoda repeatedly taught that lesson to all the younglings. Jared reassured himself that he would not back down!
Koth’s angry voice filled the hall, “foolish child!”
Koth brought his lightsaber up and he then charged Jared. The green and orange blades cracked loudly as they met. Strike for strike, turn for turn, attack for attack, Jared matched Sariss Koth.
Koth gave a smile as he took a step back from the young warrior. “You have great talent young one. It is a pity you must die,” spouted Koth!
Jared did not speak. His focus was on the power of the force.
As Koth swung his sword, Jared flipped up and over Koth. As he landed he set his footing, turned, set for his attack and moved in. Jared Rand could feel the force; he was now leading his own charge. Move by move his offensive strikes seem to be wearing Koth down. They moved back, back, back. Koth was now cornered. Jared put his full strength into each blow. Quickly, Koth fell to his knees and turned off his lightsaber. Jared’s sword cam around and stopped one inch from Koth’s neck.
Koth, breathing heavily began to speak, “I submit young one. You have won, I surrender.” Koth placed his lightsaber on the floor. Jared kicked it away with his foot and stepped back.
“We will now go to Master Yoda. He and the council will decide your fate,” Jared said.
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Curch leapt out of his bed. Standing in the middle of the room, eyes adjusting to the darkness, he realized he had only been dreaming. Restless from his nightmare, Curch slipped on his boots and an undershirt to take a walk. Suddenly he felt a great disturbance in the force. It was a wave darkness and death. Out the door and down the hall he ran, hoping all the way that this disturbance he felt was simply a feeling stirred by a bad dream. But where was the force leading him?
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Suddenly, Jared felt a disturbance in the force. He looked at Koth, who slightly raise his head and smiled.
From behind Jared heard a familiar snap-hiss and a red glow flared. He turned to defend himself but couldn't bring his sword up quickly enough.
Koth's lightsaber was just moving too fast. The blade went through Jared's head like a laser bolt.
The lifeless padawan fell to the ground.
Koth stood and walked over toward the padawan. “What a waste,” he whispered. Koth reclaimed his lightsaber and silently left the corridor, disappearing into the shadows.
“Now…Chancellor…it is your turn.”
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+++++Part Fifteen+++++
Curch approached Ki Rahn’s living quarters with stealth. Reaching out with the force, he could feel nothing. As he entered the corridor he saw that the darkness from his dream had become a reality. Both Jared and Ki Rahn lay dead on the floor.
In that moment of grief, a voice from behind startled him.
“Grieve for them later, we must, time now there is not,” said Yoda.
“Master Yoda, what happened,” asked Curch?
“Returned to the temple Sariss Koth did. Kill our friends did he. I sense the Chancellor is in danger, now protect him you must. Go, now you must, quickly, quickly,” spoke Yoda with urgency.
Curch, using the force, drew the lightsabers of his fallen brethren to his hands and ran down the hall to the elevator. When he got in, he froze. What should I do? His mind was blank. He could not think. Suddenly, drawn by the force, he raised his arm and pushed a button for the seventy seventh level. After a few moments, the elevator stopped and the door opened. Exiting he slowly made his way down the corridor then out on to the edge of a landing platform. Standing there, he looked over the cityscape. Even at this time of the night traffic was buzzing in all directions. He began to feel the force flowing through his body. JUMP NOW. Without hesitation, Curch leapt off the edge of the platform and landed on the top of a large air-bus. Not sure what his, better yet, what the force’s next move might be for him, he dropped to one knee. The air-bus made its way toward the capital building. As the bus passed near the one of the docking stations of the building, it was almost as if Curch was flung off the moving vehicle. He realized his trajectory was a bit short; however, he caught the ledge and pulled himself up.
Curch looked up toward the night sky and yelled, “All you have to do is give me a little warning. I am not much help to anyone if I am dead!”
“Who are you? What are you doing here,” questioned a voice from the darkness?
Curch spun around and ignited the lightsabers and with a stern command said, “Show yourself!”
“Master Jedi…it is me, Chancellor Vimic, please lower your swords.”
Curch’s heart skipped with relief, “Chancellor, I am Curch Denas. What are you doing out here? We must get you inside; your life is in danger. Where are your body guards?”
The Chancellor seemed puzzled, “I don't know, I called for assistance and none of them responded. I was looking for them when I saw you drop in.”
Sariss Koth then emerged from the darkness, “If you referring to the pathetic guards that were dressed in blue standing outside your door Vimic? Well, when I showed up, they lost their heads…literally.”
Curch spun to face Koth. “Chancellor, get out of here.”
“Chancellor, get out of here,” Koth said in a childish, mimicking voice. “Please, after I finish with you I will track him down and kill him too, so he might as well stay and enjoy the show. How are you going to protect Vimic? If the way you taught your padawan to fight is any representation of how well you perform, it should be nothing short of easy defeating you. Tell me Curch was I that bad of a teacher when it came to the lightsaber. Jared could barely hold his lightsaber right. What pity.., I had such high regard for you, yet…you are such a failure.” Koth’s face glowed with rage, “You have delayed things long enough. Now…I will just kill the both of you and it will be done.”
Koth ignited his lightsaber and leapt toward Curch.
Curch quickly brought both blades up in defense. “Run Chancellor…now,” yelled Curch.
The chancellor began to run toward the open door, but as their lightsabers clashed, Koth extended one hand using the force to push the chancellor off the platform. Chancellor Vimic’s body was thrown backward and disappeared over the edge into the darkness.
“NOOOOOOOO,” screamed Curch.
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Cool deal, on the front page.
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Cool deal, on the front page.
Thanks Tamer. I appreciate your support and encouragement.
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If any of you reading this have any comments, suggestions, or mistakes you find or want to point out...please do so. I try to proof my work, however, we are all human. Also, I would like to know how people feel about my work.
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amazing reading man, really cool work!