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Why is it so difficult to plan out a story! I keep writing outline after outline about a story I so severly want to write ,but I love EVERY idea that pops into my head! How am I supposed to do everything into a single package. It is so difficult to do all of them. But, I will find a solution.... Even if it takes me all night *Maniacal Laugh*..
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Time for new prompts, which I will preface with ~tales from my personal life~.
So today I got my first organic chemistry test back. And I did really really badly. Like, failed badly. And I looked at it and felt bad about myself and felt horrible about my future and finally I said, "Screw it, I am so done with this. I'm going to graduate school." I felt so relieved in that moment, that even though I was giving up on becoming a doctor it simply was not worth the stress and the emotional toll it was having on me anymore.
So your prompt this week is Changes or New Paths because despite the relief, this still does feel kinda crappy. It's something I really wanted and having to end it really does suck. But in the long run I think I will be happier. So write about that sort of thing this week.
I am happy that you are doing what you feel you should do. It's better to like what you are doing than live with something that you hate and ignore it. You will be much happier in the end.
I also really like the prompts for this week. I hope you find a new path that you will be happy with. -
I am hating my schedule! I can't get any story through to the forum, plus I only have 16 days left on my sub so I can't post until f2p hopefully.
Boy I want to relax.I NEED TO RELAX!!!!!!!!! HELP ME!!! IM MELTING OF BUSYNESS!!!!!!!!
Man I appreciate this thread a lot *subs*
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Hi all! Sorry I have'nt been posting. Busy with the dirtiest soccer game I have ever played in my life... If it was a movie it would be rated R:D. Anyway I just want to give a general AWESOME JOB because I am pooped. Anyway here is a little something that I whipped up while I was getting my game face on.
Prompt: Uninvited Guests
Title: Date
Featuring: Verana and Svein No Spoilers
Verana casually walked into the Academy library, her eyes were immediately fixed on the handsome human Sith who’s head was buried in one of the Academy texts. He was one of the more prominent acolytes at the Academy; his name was Svein.
Verana quietly made her way behind a bookshelf, trying to disguise herself as a simple student looking for a tablet for her master. However, she simply looked through a hole in the shelf and admired the Sith.
He’s so dreamy when he reads, she thought as she pretended to browse the shelf.
Something tugged at her to talk to him even though she knew Slave Codes. A slave could never be with a Sith not even her, a Pureblood. In fact the only reason she was allowed in the Academy was because she had guised herself as a Sith student. No one would dare challenge the word of a Pureblood.
Suddenly, a great anger rose within her. Why were these laws acceptable in the Empire? Why was she any less important than one who was Force Sensitive? She was still capable of doing great things and she had proven that time and time again during her service with Darth Baras. She was just as important as any other being in the Empire.
I’m going to talk to him, thought Verana, as she spun on her heel.
Verana turned to find Svein, smiling wide, but his body language spoke of nervousness.
He’s nervous too, she thought.
“Hey”, he said his voice cool and confident,” Um I was wondering if you needed some help. You’ve been here a while.”
Verana stammered nervously,” I have?”
“Well, you have been staring at the same datapad for the last ten minutes”, replied the acolyte laughingly.
“Yeah”, replied Verana sheepishly as she glanced at the datapad that she had forgotten she had.
“I was wondering if you maybe study with me later. Overseer Harkun is having one of his angry streaks and I need to brush up on my history,” asked Svein, the nervousness now evident in his voice.
Verana hadn’t even processed the question before she heard herself excitedly say yes.
“Awesome”, replied Svein almost relieved,” Hey my name is Svein by the way.”
Verana managed a half smile,” Verana.”
“That’s a really pretty name”, said Svein giving her a wink,” I’ll meet you at the academy cantina in a couple hours if that’s cool with you.”
“Cool”, replied Verana excited at the prospect of having dinner with him.
With that, Svein exited the library and Verana stood dreamily, handling the datapad close to her.
For once she didn’t feel she was a slave.
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I can't stop lolling!
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When No One's Watching
Taking the Leap
trooper - no spoilers
Ok, one, two…and jump! Sana swore under her breath as her trajectory took her past the top of the crate she’d been aiming for. She landed on her feet and glared at the pile of crates, studying the angles again. A small hop got her up on a box, she rubbed her hands together and…blast it! Couldn't even stay on her feet that time. She got to her feet slowly, dusting off the seat of her pants and sighed.
“Sir?”
“Elara!” Sana holstered the sidearm that had automatically come to her hand, “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Sorry, sir.” Elara looked quizzically at the pile of crates, “What are you doing?”
Sana grimaced. “Practicing.”
“Practicing what?”
Sana's shoulders slumped, “Promise you won’t tell Jorgan?”
“I don’t think…” Elara paused, “Yes, sir.”
“Jumping.”
“Jumping? But sir, you know how to jump.”
“Barely,” Sana said, getting back into position next to the pile, “and I’m tired of Jorgan reaching the top of first and then standing there, like…like…” She growled in frustration. “…he smirks! I swear he smirks, while I have to take five or six extra tries to get it right!”
“Surely Captain Jorgan wouldn’t…”
“Smirks.”
Elara nodded slowly. “I could help you, sir.”
“You?” Sana asked as she took a running start, trying for a bounce off the first box. She slammed into the side of the crate.
Elara took a nimble leap and then soared directly up to the top.
“Motherfu…” growl, grumble, mutter. Sana glared at her medic as she rubbed her aching shoulder. “Figures.”
“It’s all in keeping your momentum,” Elara said humbly.
“Fine, you can help,” Sana said with ill grace, “but if a word of this reaches Jorgan…” The threat hung in the air.
Elara smothered a grin. “Of course, sir. Now, if you start here…”
Author's Note:
If you ever run with a Jesana Kaarde on JC, please be kind to her, she really can't jump. Nor can her adopted daughter, her daughter's blood sister, their blood cousin, the random smuggler, or the baby toonlets who haven't even tried to jump yet. Take my word for it. They can't jump.
I can NEVER get a datacrons that requires me to jump. I spent almost an hour trying to get a cron on Alderan.... Worst hour of my life... I feel Sana's frustration. *nods understandingly to Sana*
Great job on this!
EDIT: @Bright_, I am adoring your trooper! Every story just makes me feel more connected with him.
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Process note: I work pretty slow and try to get certain kinks out of my stories before I post. But, sometimes if I'm really on a roll and I'm happy with what I've written I'll just post it. This one was a more get the kinks out one mostly beause I want to use a more variety of words instead of "said", "replied", which I notice I've been using alot and tried to improve my conversation (Vessaine is like my hero in terms of that:)). Anyway this takes place a week after the JK ending and about 2 weeks since the SI ending. There is some spoilers for the JK ending but Itried to minimize them.
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11ATC
Korriban, Dark Council Chamber and Sith Academy
Chapter 3: News
Darth Nox strode through the halls of the Sith Academy, her posture as straight and perfect as always. Acolytes bowed in respect as she made her way down the hall to the Council Chambers, and honor guards saluted as she brushed past them. Unlike some Dark Council members, Nox did not take such respect for granted and waved to her “subjects” as she often thought of them. Nox stopped in front of the entrance terminal to unlock the Council Chamber door and with a whoosh the door slid open and Nox walked inside.
“I’m sorry I’m late”, said Nox as she made her way to her Council seat,” I had an urgent matter to attend to.”
Darth Marr asked in his usual strong and distorted voice,” What matter did you need to attend Nox.”
Nox answered sharply,” Do you go around blabbing your business with other Sith Darth Marr. Because if you did that would be extremely, unwise.”
“I am well aware of the ways of the Sith, Nox”, responded Marr who turned to look at Nox.
“Then start acting in those ways”, snapped Nox who whipped her head around to look at Marr with a stern look.
Marr grunted and looked back towards the rest of the council. His authoritative voice boomed through the chamber, almost more powerful than normal.” I have called this emergency meeting concerning the attack on Dromund Kass approximately a week ago by the Republic fleet.”
“I hope this is not a mere statistic report Marr”, said Ravage annoyed.
Marr ignored the comment and proceeded,” We have confirmed reports that a strike team landed nears the Dark Temple and ventured inside. We also know that after they left, multiple portions of the temple collapsed.”
“Are you proposing that the team destroyed the Temple”, asked Darth Mortis curiously.
“Oh please”, said Ravage face palming,” It was probably from the bombardment by the Republic fleet.”
Marr shook his head and spoke,” I don’t believe the fleet destroyed the Temple. No bombs were planted, no craters from orbital strikes, only debris and rubble remain.”
Darth Nox listened intently. The Dark Temple was sacred ground and particularly useful. The secrets left inside were of great value. All that untapped power, buried beneath the rubble of the forgotten tombs of dead Sith. If it was destroyed, Nox wanted reconstruction at once. Or at least an excavation….
“How about bodies”, asked Darth Vawrawn,” Was there any sign of a struggle that triggered structural collapse?”
Darth Marr was silent for a moment and which made Nox rather impatient.
“Well,” asked Nox, edginess thick in her voice.
“Yes, there were bodies. Royal Guards, who suffered lightsaber and plasma burns. Hundreds were buried beneath the rubble.”
This surprised Nox. Firstly because the Royal Guard was some of the most elite in the Imperial Army yet a team of Republic soldiers and Jedi could take them down. However, what piqued Nox’s curiosity was the placement of the guard. Why were they in the Dark Temple?
Nox asked the question with suspicion,” Who sent the guard to the Temple?”
The Council exchanged puzzled looks. Even Darth Marr who was generally hard to read shrugged in uncertainty.
“You all mean to say that none of you assigned the guard to the Dark Temple”, asked Nox befuddled.
“Why does it matter”, asked Darth Ravage slightly annoyed.
“It matters because the Royal Guard only acts as the Empire’s elite and only a Dark Council member can summon them. Whatever they were doing in there it must have been important... Or to someone's own benifit”, replied Darth Nox.
“Why, is not our biggest concern”, interjected Marr,” There was another body found.”
“What other body”, questioned Darth Mortis.
“The body was crushed beneath a pillar”, said Marr,” The body was indeed a Sith Lord and we recognized that he was killed by a Jedi.”
“Who was the Sith”, asked Nox interestedly.
“He was unidentified but…”
“But, what Marr”, asked Ravage irritably.
The room was silent and Darth Marr sat nervously in his seat which was uncommon in him. Suddenly, Darth Marr threw his hands up in denial,” What am I thinking! That couldn’t have been the Emperor. He is immortal!”
The Dark Council stared awkwardly at Darth Marr. He simply looked down at the floor and twiddled his thumbs in thought. The rest of the council sat speechless, except Nox who tried hard to hold back a satisfying smile.
The seeds of doubt had been planted and would soon grow into something more. Much more.
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You know what? I give up.
Rocks fall.
Everyone dies.
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No, not really. But I'm taking a break. Arc 2 needs time to brew. (Hey, a rhyme!) So I'll leave you with this nice little analogy that I use to think of writing:
Writing is like tea. You start out with an idea, and as you let it steep it becomes richer and fuller-bodied. When it's ready, you add cream and sugar for flavor, and put it in a fancy cup to make it look nice. That's how I think of writing. This latest story arc needs longer in the teapot, so I'm going to take a few days and let it brew.
I'm not going to stop writing, though. Writing is fun!
If I go crazy enough I may end up posting an entirely new story, despite my repeated vows to myself that I will not have more than one project going at the same time. We'll see. Until next time, reader-peoples! <3
Just make sure your tea dosn't get cold! Otherwise you'll find yourself dumping it down the drain. I can't wait to see what you have in store!
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It makes me sad that drawing scorpio, scourge, and khem val is harder than drawing chibis. They're so funny in this series. especially scourge... but I may be biased.
You aren't.
@ Bright_ I sat at my computer laughing my head off at the last installment. And, I bookedmarked this thread lol.
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I had a thought the other day about a character sheet or character viewer kind of thing on the website.
It would be awesome if it would work something like having a page where you can view all your characters and see a model of them as they are currently in your game with stats and things for you to check on. Could act like an avatar or something for the website.
Just thought it would be an awesome idea!
If they add I bio section that would be awesome.
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This one is short, but it's setting up something incredibly important. Enjoy
Hallway Reunion
Quinn’s quick pace brought him to Ovech’s office in eight minutes. He had passed few Sith and even fewer officers on his way to the office. They must be enjoying their short time off by sleeping in. A waste of time in his opinion, but to each their inefficient own.
Quinn looked at the access panel next to the door. It was set on a timer lock. He would have to wait a few minutes. No matter. He slipped into parade rest and gathered his thoughts. A shrill giggle interrupted his efforts to examine the data he had collected while he was asleep. He turned his head to find Darth Lachris strolling down the hallway toward him, laughing and gesturing happily to some Sith walking next to her. He kept his eyes forward as they passed in a bid to bypass closer inspection. After all, Sith rarely bothered with officers as long as they didn’t attract attention to themselves. But there was just something about him that brought all eyes in the room to him.
“You there, Imperial,” Darth Lachris said, halting her lackadaisical pace. “You are in the presence of greatness. I suggest you bow.”
Quinn looked around then focused his eyes on her.
“Where?” he asked lightly.
Lachris narrowed her eyes dangerously. The tall Sith next to her drew himself to his full height and growled.
“Who do you think you are?” he asked menacingly.
“Someone who appreciates true greatness, not the washed up governor of Balmorra,” Quinn said evenly.
“That voice is familiar,” Lachris mused. She squinted at him. “Ah, yes, the disgraced officer who received fifty lashes for betraying the Wrath.” Lachris looked around briefly. “I don’t see her here to protect you this time.”
Quinn picked an imaginary bit of fluff from his sleeve nonchalantly then resumed his parade rest. Lachris bristled and stomped to him. He continued to ignore her, staring straight ahead, nose upturned. Not to be ignored, Lachris grabbed Quinn by the shoulder and forcibly brought him to her eye level. He stared at her, bored with her display of power. Unimaginative Sith picking on Force-blinds.
“I could kill you with a thought,” she hissed angrily.
“You still have horrible breath,” Quinn said lowly.
Lachris barked out a harsh laugh. “You continue to surprise me, Imperial,” she said lightly.
“I’m full of surprises,” he purred.
“How dare you, Imperial!” the tall Sith spat angrily.
“No one’s talking to you,” Quinn said offhandedly. “Are they, Lachris?”
Lachris giggled girlishly. “What is your name, Imperial?”
“Darth Lachris!” the Sith said, scandalized.
“Quiet, Karrick,” she hissed.
Karrick growled and crossed his arms, but kept his mouth shut.
“What’s your name?” Lachris purred.
“Malavai Ulysses Quinn.”
“That’s a rather unwieldy name,” she chuckled.
He chuckled with her. “You can call me Quinn.”
“Very well, Quinn. I hope to see you soon.”
She slipped something into his collar and turned to the tall Sith behind her.
“Come, Karrick, we have a meeting to attend,” she ordered.
Karrick fell in line behind her, shooting Quinn a dirty look as the pair walked down the hall. Quinn grinned and straightened his back. He pulled a small keycard from his collar and slipped it into his back pocket. Ovech’s door slid open quietly, the man himself stood in the doorway. He stepped into the hall and turned to Quinn.
“Ulysses?” Ovech asked lightly.
“I made it up. I wasn’t given a middle name,” Quinn answered tonelessly.
“Watch yourself with Sith, lad. They’re a bit… different in the bedroom,” Ovech said uncomfortably.
“I look forward to it,” Quinn said blithely. “Now, about what I asked you about earlier in the week.”
“Yes, yes, come in.”
Notes:
Quinn and Lachris!? Teeheee. That's all I have to say on that for now.
Whoa, just whoa.... When I was finished I was like Lachris you cool your engines.... Great job!
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Platoon of about 4 squads, in the SW universe we're given that's approx 20 people total plus M1-4X, who was sliced and rendered useless thanks to Mako. Jorgan, and M1-4X we're leading, I made no mention of the rest of Havoc, because if you've done the Bastion assault in game, they are split up in the early portion of the fighting. They've just come off of fighting the Imperials who were defending that section of the Bastion, and taken casualties before Ava and crew make their assault. Remember that the Republic has just cracked the Bastion wide open and are on the move, Ava and crew slip in, keep in mind they killed or have the option to kill, the supreme chancellor and have gotten in close to sensitive targets before.
Anyways, Ava and crew take out a wounded but recovering group of soldier from above and by surprise, running in with bombs and missiles and juiced up tech, on top of Ava, by the story given by the game, who is the most effective and feared BH in the Galaxy at the time, She took out the Chancellor and countless Jedi. A group of battle worn and wounded soldiers, Spec ops or not, doesn't scare her when she felt she had the upper hand and element of surprise.
I'm sorry if I didn't explain the details as clearly as I could have, but I didn't want my chapter sounding like a military briefing.
I'm also sorry you don't feel it was realistic enough, but given what the BH actually does in game, I didn't feel it was so far fetched considering what she's capable of.
I hope you'll keep reading, and I'm sorry you were disappointed in this installment.
This was also the way I read it and I agree about the realism. I think you did a great job.
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Wow that is awesome! That looks really really cool!
And I can't stop watching your animation up there.
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No worries, I have plans. I adore sneaky Scourge kisses as much as the next Scourge addict
Yes! I am anticipating!
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This.
Don't let the trolls get you down.
I'm currently guildhopping on my leftover character (leftover because server transfers didn't allow merging my legacies) trying to find something that fits It's a daunting process and don't feel bad if it's not easy!
I have a similar problem in that I'm disabled in real life, so it's tough to go out and meet people when I can barely go out for my groceries. Relying on online interactions makes basic friendship really tough.
Studies have shown that many normal people, when online, show signs of a lack of empathy, because most empathy is built from unconscious cues such as facial expressions. You're more likely to get in a fight online for saying the same thing as offline, because the emotions and humour don't come across in text, then empathy goes away. A lot of people simply feel that online interactions aren't with "real people" and then whatever issues they have treating others with respect and decency come into play to a much larger degree than offline life.
In one guild I made some joke about the maturity level of a guildie (due to some very immature and distracting conversation she was having with another guildie in guild chat), and it turned out that it was a teenager with a chip on her shoulder about her age. Because it was in text and I was unable to know the context (I had no clue she was really that young), and she was unable to see that it was a joke due to my tone of voice and body language, she took huge offense and I had to leave the guild over it.
Online interactions are tough for regular people too, don't let people tell you it's easy. If you are struggling with issues yourself then it's only going to get harder.
Congrats for speaking up and reaching out.
Hit it right on the head.
Don't worry ignore the trolls and stuff and you'll be fine.
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Another Chapter!
Just got off from the fair and took a break from my homework so here is a little something I have been thinking about.Flashback: The Sacking
1BTC
Corucant, The Jedi Temple
Clyde watched as the Sith charged from the downed transport. Their crimson blades streaked across the burning and crumbling temple. The Jedi charged as well, all of them still in utter shock from the attack. But, every one of them was determined to drive the Sith out of the Temple.
So, why wasn’t Clyde fighting with the rest of them? Instead he stood perched on a balcony above that housed the Jedi Archive.
I should be fighting with them, he thought. He wanted to so badly cut the Sith down, to avenge his fallen master. Instead he was up in the Archives watching as Jedi were slain and he was helplessly waiting for his own doom. His master would have wanted the Archive safe and he wasn’t about to let the Sith destroy it.
Suddenly, Clyde heard the igniting of a lightsaber behind him. He turned around, igniting his own lightsaber to face off against whoever had dared to damage the Archives. He found exactly who he expected, a Sith.
The Sith wore a black robe like those of the Sith below and cybernetics marked his face and arm. He looked the same age as Clyde if not a few years older than him and was also human. The Sith’s lightsaber was in a Shi-Cho form, but he was obviously fighting in a defensive mindset judging from the fact that Clyde wasn’t already dead.
The Sith spoke in an even and almost begging tone,” Please I just need some information from the Archive. Don’t make me kill you.”
“A Sith with mercy”, said Clyde mockingly,” Another Sith lie I suspect.”
“The fact that you aren’t dead is proof enough Jedi”, said the Sith in an as a matter of fact tone.
“I could kill you easily”, said Clyde angrily.
“I thought Jedi were all about peace”, said the Sith shrugging,” I guess I heard wrong.”
Clyde charged Svein with a burning hatred. His lightsaber clashed with the Sith’s in a loud crackle. The Sith pulled away and jumped over Clyde in a swift and fluid motion. Clyde blocked an attack from the Sith who swung a powerful blow though it was misguided. Clyde growled as he charged, his lightsaber aiming for his leg. The Sith blocked the move and landed a punch to Clyde’s nose with a sharp crack. Clyde stumbled backwards, leaning dangerously over the balcony. But, surprisingly the Sith pulled Clyde back onto the balcony before he could fall into the battle below.
“Leave now Jedi”, said the Sith threateningly as he pointed his lightsaber at Clyde.
“I’ll leave when you’re dead”, growled Clyde.
Clyde rushed the Sith in an angry fury. The Sith countered the attack and landed a kick to Clyde’s chest. Blood trickled down Clyde’s face as his nose bled and only his will kept him standing.
I have to keep fighting he thought; To save the Archive.
Clyde looked down at the battle below and was shocked to see the Jedi retreating to the temple exits.
“You have lost Jedi”, said the Sith,” The Empire has won this war, now you just need to give up.”
Tears ran down Clyde’s cheeks as he watched the Jedi leave the Temple. They had lost and Clyde had failed the Jedi and more importantly the Republic.
Suddenly, he jumped down from the balcony and landed with ease on the temple ground and ran through one of the exits along with the remaining Jedi.
“I will kill you Sith”, whispered Clyde as he ran,” I promise.”
Author note:
Clyde is about 18 here and Imperix (who is the Sith) is about the same age.
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Just as a visual for Clyde....
http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/3372/snipzh.png
I had to recreate this guy alot to get the right look down. His very serious look.....
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Vesaniae doesn't have the next chapter written yet. Isn't that terrible?
I wrote a chapter yesterday!
Yes, for a climactic moment of Arc 3. That's real useful.
Hey, a chapter that important needs time for the meticulous editing and re-editing that made the likes of Chapters Two, Six, and Fifteen so good!
Uh-huh. Sure.
So I'm still not starting the new arc yet, but I will be doing a couple of interlude chapters.
That you already have written. Lazy.
This next section of the story will be focusing a lot more on other characters, not just the Warrior, and these interludes will hopefully help the audience get to know them a little better.
So here we go! Contains spoilers for the finale of Inquisitor Chapter One.
Interlude - Flashback: Family Ties
Dromund Kaas
12 ATC
The Dark Temple was just as gloomy and ominous as it had been the last time she had walked its corridors. Despite the foreboding atmosphere, she wasn’t nearly as intimidated as she had been before.
“I am Darth Nox, Dark Lord of the Sith,” she said aloud, relishing the way the title echoed through the hallway. “I am not afraid of a building.”
She stepped over the remains of one of the Temple’s possessed denizens, lifting her skirt to keep the white fabric from brushing the corpse.
“In fact,” she added, looking around, “The building should be afraid of me.”
She had encountered only a few living beings in the Temple, and they had shied away from her without attacking. No doubt they sensed her power.
She made her way up the winding stairs to the chamber at the very back of the Temple. The large, shadowy room was empty, as she had expected. A few scorch marks on the stones bore silent testament to the battle that had taken place there more than a year ago.
Darth Nox looked around the chamber. “Kallig?” she called. “Are you here?”
There was no response.
Nox sighed. “Oh, Kallig,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
Again, there was no response. She started to walk around the edge of the chamber, hands on her hips.
“Blasted Sith,” she muttered. “Never around when he’s needed. Kallig!” she shouted. Her voice echoed off the walls.
Nox was starting to worry. Was he still around? “Kallig?” she asked the shadows. “Lord Kallig? Aloysius?”
The Force turned dark and icy cold. She felt a touch like cobwebs gliding across the part of her mind that was attuned to the Force auras given off by living beings.
“I am here, child,” Lord Kallig’s echoing voice murmured from behind her.
She whirled around, one hand instinctively going to her lightsaber—and there he was, the ethereal figure of her ancestor.
“There you are,” Nox said with a smile. “I haven’t seen you since I killed Zash. I was starting to think you’d given up on me.”
“I have been recovering my strength,” Kallig said. “It is taxing to manifest away from this tomb. But I sensed your rise to power, even here.” The Force ghost inclined his helmeted head. “I am proud of you. You have restored our line to glory.”
Nox grinned. “I’m glad you approve.” Her expression shifted abruptly into a frown. “That reminds me, though—are you expecting me to, um, continue our line?”
“You are my only heir,” Kallig responded. “That carries certain responsibilities. I do not wish to see my legacy fade away into dust.”
“Wait a minute,” she said, a thought occurring to her. “I’m not your only heir. I have a sister, ten years younger than me—“
“I am aware of her existence.” He shook his head. “My blood does not run true in her as it does with you. She is beyond my reach, and yours.”
“Damn,” Nox muttered. She gave Kallig an apologetic look. “I don’t want to see our legacy putter out any more than you do. Problem is, I seem to have ruined my chances with the most likely candidate for that sort of thing, and the list of other possibilities is short. And by short, I mean nonexistent.”
Kallig folded his arms across his chest. “You are beautiful, powerful, and enchanting. The other Lords of the Sith should be falling at your feet.”
Nox looked at the floor, feeling a faint blush rising in her pale cheeks. “That’s awfully sweet of you to say,” she muttered. “I suppose you told that to your own daughters, back in the day?”
“Of course.” Something in his tone gave her the impression that he was smiling behind his mask.
She sighed. “Honestly, Kallig, I’m not just interested in that sort of thing at the moment. Possibly not ever.”
“If our line fails, you will be responsible.”
“I told you, I have a sister.”
“And I told you, she is not suitable.”
“Are you going to nag me about this like you did about Zash?” she demanded. “Because if you do, so help me, I’ll—“
Kallig made a placating gesture. “Calm yourself.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then. Lovely.”
“I have only ever had your best interests at heart, Vesania.”
“They call me Darth Nox, these days,” she said.
“Be that as it may, Vesania is your true name, and I will call you as such.”
Nox sighed, slumping over to sit on a nearby plinth. “I’ve been called so many things,” she said wearily. “None of them were really me. Is Vesania Serence any more real than any of the others?”
Kallig knelt beside her. “You are who you decide to be, my child. But never forget that you are the heir to my legacy. If nothing else, you should be proud of that.”
She looked over at him with a small smile. “You’re the only family I have left, you know. It seems strange to think that the closest thing I have to a father figure is a Sith Lord who’s been dead for millennia.”
Kallig reached out and laid a translucent hand on her shoulder. It felt as though freezing cold water was running down her arm. “I will help you in any way I can, although there is little that I can do to affect the world of the living. I can barely leave this place without expending most of my strength.”
Nox looked at him inquisitively. “I can bind you, if you’d like,” she offered. “It would be a way for you to experience the galaxy again, and I wouldn’t mind a little extra power. Not forever, of course—I’m keeping the others bound no matter what, but I’ll make an exception for you.”
Kallig was silent for a long moment. Then he shook his head. “No. Your offer is tempting, but my time in the greater galaxy is done. I will remain here.”
“However you want it, then,” she said. “I won’t do anything without your consent.” She rose to her feet. “I should get back to the city. Khem will fret if I’m away for too long,” she added dryly.
Kallig stood and bowed to her. “Farewell then, Vesania.”
She grinned at him. “I’ll be back. It’s nice having someone to talk to. My motley crew gets a bit tiresome at times, and most other Sith are either beneath me or my rivals; Darth Ravage has tried to have me killed twice already. The Emperor’s Wrath seems intelligent enough to hold her end of a conversation, but she’s hardly ever around.”
“I will be here if you have need of me. Go in strength, blood of my blood.”
Nox waved as Kallig’s ghostly form slowly melted away into the shadows.
Aww, that was kind of cute. Makes me seem almost like I have feelings.
Oh, no. Don't you start. I'm keeping the colored character text under control, dammit!
... *looks around*
Okay, she's gone.
Sorry for the continued delays...I'm honestly feeling a bit burned out. I've been fine-tuning my outline. More to come within a reasonable time period. Promise. Wow that was awesome! I just cannot wait for arc two!
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@Kabe, *Continues typing to get the next chapter out* Thanks for the patience.
Allright this one is much longer than I expected, so I may begin putting them in spoiler tags for everyone's conveineince.
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Chapter 1: The Deal
11ATC
Corellia Black Hole District
“Jedi, can you feel that”, asked Lord Scourge, motioning for the patrol to stop.
The patrol stopped in unison as Clyde stepped to stand next to Lord Scourge. He closed his eyes, trying to reach out with the Force for a disturbance. The streets of Corellia echoed with the sound of bombardments and rain tapped against the armor of him and his troops annoyingly. But, even amidst the chaos around him he felt it however faint, the darkside. It was not the usual darkness that radiated from Lord Scourge. The darkness fluctuated and moved, almost as if it was uncontrolled.
“Yes”, replied Clyde scanning the buildings around him,” I feel it.”
One of the troops spoke, his voice deepened by his battle helmet,” Is it a Sith sir?”
“Perhaps”, replied Scourge wearily.
“Then let’s be ready for him”, said Clyde igniting his lightsaber, the cyan blade glowing beautifully in the rain.
Lord Scourge smiled with silent satisfaction and ignited his own lightsaber and motioned for the troops to be battle ready. The troops followed the command and raised their weapons as the group kept walking through the burning streets.
Suddenly, a barrage of lightning spewed from above the group, engulfing them in a violent electrical storm.
The troops fell in moments as the lightning rained down on the patrol. Clyde and Scourge however remained stunned as the storm made them convulse in place. Then the storm stopped and only Clyde and Scourge were left standing, both of them in pain from the attack.
“Embrace the pain Jedi”, said Lord Scourge as the pair got into a lightsaber stance.
“This really isn’t a good time buddy”, said Clyde looking back at the dead troops behind them.
“Of course it is because you’re about to feel lots of it”, shouted a voice.
Clyde and Scourge turned around to see a hooded Pureblood Sith standing behind them. She wore a black robe that consealed her face in shadow along with matching boots and pants. Her arms were crossed and a violet lightsaber floated at her side.
“You are outnumbered Sith”, shouted Clyde pointing his lightsaber at the women.
“Numbers are of no concern to me fool”, said the women extending a hand out towards Scourge.
Suddenly, lightning similar to that of what struck earlier arced in a clear bolt towards Scourge. Scourge blocked the lightning with finesse and the lightning dispersed from his saber in a purple burst.
“How arrogant”, said Lord Scourge who charged the women in a powerful jump.
The women outstretched a hand to push Scourge back. He flew through the air and landed further down the street though he made a smooth recovery. He made his way to stand next to Clyde his face filled with fury.
“Your friend is powerful but reckless,” scoffed the women swiping her lightsaber from the air,” I hope you’re not the same way. After all you killed the Emperor. Am I correct?”
Clyde replied immensely surprised,” How do you know about that?”
A sly smile crept on the women’s face,” I know that the Emperor still lives Jedi and I need you to lead me to him.”
“So, the Emperor yet lives”, said Lord Scourge looking down at the soaked street,” And I suppose you want kill him as well?”
“Something like that”, said the women.
“So, how do you know he’s alive”, asked Clyde in disbelief.
“My sources are my own Jedi.”
“Then why should we trust you”, said Clyde sharply.
“It’s not a matter of trust Jedi”, replied the women walking up to Clyde,” You will lead me to the Emperor whether you wish it or not.”
“You think I will just help you”, replied Clyde angrily.
“Our goal is one in the same, Jedi”, replied the women walking up to Clyde and Scourge,” We want the destruction on the Emperor and… I can grant you vengeance.”
“Vengeance”, questioned Clyde,” On whom?”
“Do you remember Lord Imperix?”
The name ringed in Clyde’s mind. It was a name that he knew well. The man he wanted destroyed ever since the Sacking of Corucant.
“You can get me to him”, asked Clyde voice hopeful.
“All you have to do is cooperate.”
Clyde was aroused with suspicion. “Just who are you?”
The women chuckled and replied,” Call me Nionah.”
“A lowly acolyte I suspect”, said Scourge clicking his tongue,” But, I believe that we can form an alliance.”
Clyde whipped his head to look at Scourge. “You can’t be serious”.
“I’m very serious,” replied Lord Scourge,” There is something different about this Sith.”
“What do you mean different”, questioned Clyde.
“I can feel her power. She could be useful”, said Scourge thoughtfully.
Clyde protested,” Can you really trust that she can be trusted? She probably has some ulterior motive.”
“Perhaps”, said Lord Scourge,” But, we must do anything to stop the Emperor, even allying with one as crafty as she.”
The women smiled with satisfaction and extended her hand towards Clyde. “So do we have a deal?”
Clyde hesitated. Could he sincerely trust this woman to keep her word?
Finally, after a moment of thought, Clyde reluctantly shook Nionah’s hand.
“Good”, purred Nionah with a sly smile,” You will alert me when you find the Emperor’s location?”
“Only if you lead me to Imperix.”
“Of course”, replied Nionah in a reassuring tone.
Then Nionah left and Scourge and Clyde were left alone in the rain slicked streets of Corellia.
Clyde whispered to Scourge with a hint of contempt,” I hope your right about this.”
“We shall see Jedi”, said Scourge calling in a Republic transport on his holo.
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Current
Svein Eternity: Sith Warrior, human cyborg, LS but makes the tough decsisons for the Empire often kills traitors so.... Is an Imperial Loyalist
Azra Eternity: Bounty Hunter human, LS but delivers justice with a shot of her gun.
Verana Ara'ina: Sith Inquisator, Pureblood, DS for the most part (power play expert) ,but sometimes her conscience gets the best of her.
Ardon: Imperial Agent, Human, who is nuetral for the most part but as the story progresses he becomes more LS.
Raon: Jedi Consular, Human, who is light but will do whatever it takes to achieve victory and protect his loved ones. Probaly light one for majority of story.
Rexla Reeal: Imperial Agent, Cathar, and a double agent for the Republic. His mostly DS,likes to kill sith etc. progressively becomes more light but not completely
Clyde Angelica: Jedi Knight Human, LS but becomes more DS as the story progresses.
Tera Angelica: Smuggler, Cyborg Nuetral LS and is a little greedy but she tries to help the Republic.
To be added....
Serena Angelica: Trooper, Miraluka, Neutral, kills Imps but gets lighter as story progresses....
There you have it.
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Worst Day Ever is the first part of the story. Turning Point is the second half. Brei'yu's story co starring Adris Westan. Spoilers for IA story, a chapter 2 reveal, and chapter 3 ending.
“You have to run. You have to move now.” His face was as white as the snow on the mountains outside the window. The slivers of silvery cybernetics stood out on his cheeks in stark contrast to his skin somehow. She was just about to comment on it, make a joke or a little dig at his devastatingly good looks but it was the wild fear in his eyes that stopped her.
“Adris? What's going on?” she asked, trying to smile at him.
He stuffed credits into her hands, bending down to pluck them off the floor and shove them in her pockets when she didn't move fast enough. “Keeper's broken your cover. Organa knows you're an Imperial spy. You have to go now. The whole place is going to be looking for you.”
Brei'yu froze as she felt her skin go cold. “Keeper wouldn't break my cover,” she said numbly even as Westan crammed more credits down her shirt while at the same time hustling her toward the door.
“He's covering for Mem'tah. Do you hear me? He's sacrificing you to keep Mem'tah under.”
“Why?” she whimpered. “Why would he do this?”
“Mem'tah was the one who assassinated Verluc Organa and was messy about it. Keeper doesn't want him surfaced. So Keeper had Nulna tell them it was you.” Westan yanked her down a hall, his eyes raking over shadows and his head moving from side to side as he checked to make sure they were alone.
Brei'yu shook her head over and over. “Keeper wouldn't. Keeper wouldn't do this. This has to be a mistake.”
“Brei. You're the newest agent on this op. You were the easiest one to offer up. Keeper loses almost nothing by letting you go. Its the cleanest cover up he's going to get without withdrawing all of us.”
Brei'yu stopped and yanked her hand from his. “Why are you helping me? Why should I trust you?” she demanded breathlessly. It broke her heart to see the hurt on his face.
He cupped her cheeks in his hands, tilting her chin up. She'd always loved how much taller he was than her. He kissed her hard and deep because this was going to be the last time he would see her. She clutched his wrists as the first tears escaped her eyes. “Listen to me,” Westan whispered against her mouth. “You have to get to House Cortess by six. There's a shuttle leaving and I've gotten you passage on board. It's going to Korriban.”
“Oh gods...”
“I know. Just use this money to get off that world to the first place you'll be safe, okay? It was the best I could do.”
“Adris, I....”
“Shh. Don't. Okay? Just don't. Don't talk to anyone, keep your head covered. Never show anyone what you can do. I have to figure out how to make it look like you're dead.” He took her hand and forced her to move again. They stumbled out of the house proper into a small courtyard. There was no one around that they could see.
Brei'yu let him drag her over the garden gate and waited while he sliced it open. “It's really not any better here is it?” she asked, staring at the horizon beyond the gate. “My sister was right. No trial, no justice. Just death.”
“You're not dying,” Westan insisted, unsure what she was taking about. “I have to stay here, join the search for you. I'll put them off as long as possible but you have to run. Go!”
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Adris Westan was a smart man. But when it came to tracking down a woman like Brei'yu Kodrevas, he was forced to admit that she could be even smarter than he. She didn't want to be found. It was entirely possible that her life could be forfeit if she was. The Empire thought her dead thanks to him. If she resurfaced...
Somehow, Westan knew that someone, somewhere had knowledge of Brei'yu. He needed to find that person.
His first step was to send Temple and Vector out. He knew Raina was still leery around Vector, but he felt their investigations would be more salient if the Joiner accompanied the attractive human. After all, what kind of trouble could a human female and killik Joiner possibly stir up? Raina had no idea what she brought back every time she had information for him. For a long while he didn't know either. But slowly, slowly, with the help of Vector's impeccable logic, Westan began to see a pattern emerge. Sightings, dealings, an impossibly beautiful human female with rich brown hair and eyes like Voss oceans who flirted, questioned, backed up or killed a certain person here, smuggled secret cargo there, dropped out of existence here.
She no longer used the Kodrevas name. He couldn't find an instance where she used a surname at all. But she had kept her first name the same. Those simply formed letters that had nearly overwhelmed his entire world back then. Things were different now of course. But he let himself go back into those memories briefly, when an aqua eyed girl with a dangerous smile had held his heart captive for three torturous months. It should have been the job. But it hadn't been for either of them. Time had set the distance down, but the memories would be forever.
Finally, Raina had returned with a holo. Westan took it eagerly and fired it up, Vector and Raina standing close to observe. The moment the picture cleared he knew it was her. Her hair was longer, her body still lush and curved. Those eyes still observant, scarily so. But the set of her mouth was wrong. Hardness had conquered that girlish smile. Bitterness chased away the soft curve that would overtake the corners. Anger had settled into those dangerous blue green eyes.
“This is Risky Mistress acknowledging contact on channel 32-4b. You better make this quick, Ithlor because if the Pubs pick up my frequency because you decided to wax eloquent about your withering manhood, I'm going to hunt you down and kick your balls into your throat.”
The image changed to a human male with sunken eyes and lanky hair with a tic in his left eye. “All the way into my throat, Brei?”
“You'll have to swallow to put them back between your legs.” Brei'yu's image returned, her hands on her hips, her feet set in a fighting stance.
The man laughed unpleasantly. “What if I then asked you to check on them for me? You know. Just to make sure everything settled back into place correctly?”
“Ithlor, I wouldn't touch you with Malgus's hands. Do you have my meeting set up or do I have to carve out your tongue and shove it up your a*s?”
The male shuffled unhappily, glancing to the side with anger as someone jeered him for Brei'yu's stylistic rejection. “Your meet is tonight at the Sauntering Harlot Cantina. Go in alone, sit at the back booth three over from the mirrored woman and wait. He'll come to you.”
Brei'yu's form returned and Westan watched her eyes narrow dangerously. “If you screw me over, I will find you, Ithlor. I will slit your belly while you sleep and then strangle you with your own intestines. Am I clear?”
Ithlor whimpered. “Is there anyway you aren't planning on hurting me, Brei? I really am a nice guy.”
“Oh, Ithlor. You have no idea what I can do with three minutes and a vibroknife.” The connection was severed immediately.
“She's... charming,” Raina said after a moment.
Westan sighed, for the first time doubting his grand plan. “Brei'yu was ill handled by the Empire. She's spent the last seven years doing things like this to survive. She really was a charming woman back in the day. Many years ago she was... a cover that got out of hand. It was only a few months.” Westan flicked his gaze to Vector, who watched impassively. The Joiner had recalled much of the human experience over the couple years he had spent with Westan and his team, but there were things he still hadn't recalled, much less understood. “Well, I'll go set us up for a Nar Shaddaa run then.”
Even the jaunt through hyperspace wasn't fast enough. Brei'yu's meeting was going down in minutes and the Harlot was in a very far, very bad part of the district. Quick-footed, Westan set off for the scuzzy cantina with Raina and Vector close at heel. Kaliyo had taken off on her own business and Dr Lokin excused himself for not being needed. There was no way SCORPIO would be behaved enough to be taken out in a crowd. So that left Temple and Vector who would be at his back when he confronted his once lover and begged her to join his mission. Because it would come down to begging.
The Sauntering Harlot was filled to the brim with unsavory characters but Westan spotted Brei'yu immediately. Her deep brown hair fell in shining waves around her shoulders and her strong lovely face was drawn up in dangerous anger. Her breasts were hiked up and put on display and the cyborg male she sat with didn't make it a secret he was looking her over carefully. She kept her face set in haughty distaste as they spoke. When he handed her a data pad she reached a delicate hand into the bodice she wore and withdrew a small bag. He checked the contents, nodded in satisfaction and keyed in something to the pad that made her expression change to one of calculating interest. Finally, the cyborg sat back and gave her an obvious gesture of dismissal and she wasted no time in leaving the booth that was soon heavy with dancers.
She saw him right away. It made her stop in her tracks and stare at him, a look that he couldn't read crossing over her face. Finally she settled on suspicion but moved away through the crowd as though hoping his business wasn't with her. Since that wasn't the case, Westan immediately began shoving people aside to follow. He was forced to break out into a run as she disappeared into a hallway behind the bar.
“Brei'yu!” he called as he cleared the hallway. She was already halfway down, moving at a good clip but her name made her stop again. She hung her head as he walked up to her back. “Brei'yu, I...”
“What do you want, Adris?” she asked tiredly as she turned to face him.
“I need to speak with you,” he said.
“How did you even find me? I'm not exactly on the company payroll anymore.” She was talking to him, but she was looking around to make sure they weren't being watched.
“You made it difficult, Brei. I'm rather proud of that,” he smiled at her when she pinned him with a withering look. He looked over and tested the door to his right, realizing they were down the hall where the private action took place. “Please, just let me talk to you. Just for a moment.” The door slid open, revealing a surprisingly spacious room. Beri'yu sighed, looked over his shoulder at Raina and Vector and reached around to her lower back where Westan knew she kept her vibroknives secured.
He put his hand on her arm. “You won't need those. Please.”
She searched his face with those memorizing aqua eyes. For a moment he felt it again. That little jerk of need that had made him practically crawl into her arms and realize only what their cover said was real. But she broke eye contact with him to walk into the room that smelled strongly of spilled liquor, dirty sex and sweat.
“You don't have long. Talk,” she said. Her voice was cream and silk still, but the rich cultured Imperial accent she had worked so hard to prefect was just a wisp of memory floating about the words. Her accent was more generic now, harder to place and probably easy to get rid of when she wanted to hide exactly what side of the fence she played on.
When she looked again at Raina and Vector, Westan introduced them. “Brei'yu, this is Vector Hyllus, a... diplomat from Alderaan. And this is Ensign Raina Temple. They're part of my outfit. Which I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Me,” she stated, suspicion flowing through the single word.
“You probably don't know but I left Intelligence. Told Keeper to go take a long walk off a short cliff.” Even as he mentioned the Imperial's title he realized it was a mistake. Brei'yu's gorgeous features lit up in fury, her eyes became storms of contempt and betrayal. Westan took her shoulders in his hands and resisted the urge to draw her into him. “Not that Keeper. He got to be Minister of Intelligence. I think you would have liked the new Keeper.” It wasn't helping. Westan sighed and switched tactics. “I need you,” he said it fast, hoping to break through that mercurial rage. “I need what you can do.”
“No,” Brei'yu spat. “I don't work for the Empire, Keeper or any Cipher. Nor will I ever again.”
“I know things ended badly on your last operation...” He winced even as the words were out of his mouth. He deserved the murderous look she gave him.
“Ended. Badly? Keeper had my cover broken and then they left me to die, Adris. All because the Duke was murdered and had no male heirs.” Her face went ashen, making her stained lips stand out against her skin like a slash of blood. “They outed me as a spy to preserve their feigned innocence. Rooting me out took the attention of the Duke's more than wildly suspicious sudden death. My op became a sacrifice, Adris. They sacrificed me.” Her voice had risen to a level that he feared would be heard beyond the door. Her eyes were wild, betrayed and lost. She didn't cry, but Westan could sense it there, just below the surface.
“What Keeper did was wrong,” he said, wanting to soothe that hurt. Now he did draw her to him, more out of solidarity than anything else. “It was the wrong choice. I'm so sorry.”
“Do you have any idea what I had to do to survive? And you, forcing me into your debt. You made sure that I owed you my life. What do I have to do to repay that debt now, Adris?” Brei'yu pushed him away but he held on to her arms, not letting her put the distance she wanted to between them.
He tilted Brei'yu's face back to him, lifted her chin so she would look at him. “You won't work for the Empire. You will work for me. Please, Brei'yu.”
“That still doesn't tell me what I have to do.”
Westan glanced over his shoulder at Raina and Vector. He didn't think Brei'yu would appreciate it if he spilled her secret, even to these people he trusted. “That thing you can do,” he murmured, his mouth near her ear. Her eyes widened. “Trust me and all debt will be wiped clean. I'll pay you well.”
She looked up at him and he could see it in her face. She wanted to trust him, whether it was old feelings resurfacing or because she had been alone for far too long, she wanted to believe in him. “You f*ck me over, I will kill you, Adris.”
The threat was so serious, she didn't even dress it up with her usual sarcasm.
He hugged her tight. “Thank you.”
Author's note:
I've had this story simmering for a long time but oddly it was writing it out of order that really got it solidified in my head. It's not super clear but Brei was 16 when she defected, 20 when she was done with training and 22 when she met Adris and three months later her cover was broken. She's 29 now. Adris was pulled off the Alderaan op not long after Brei disappeared and was sent to Hutta. Brei'yu has been ping ponging around the galaxy doing work for whoever will pay her making her kind of a smuggler but her Intelligence training nets her more credits. I feel better now.
Indescribably beautiful.
I just want to retread over and over again. Another fantastic job! -
I really liked the inquisitor story, but what I didn't like is that there was no real conflict with the republic.
Without spoiling, the only class stories that really hurt the republic is primarily CH3 Bounty hunter, a little CH2 agent, and very little ch2warrior, while inquisitor had none, really.
Disagree, Warrior
Kills the top three generals in the Republic(War Trust)
Kills Admiral Monk decorated war hero (although a spy)
Converts a deception reading Jedi
Kills Xerendar and an immensely powerful Jedi Master who were going to escape Hoth
Stops a general who was immense to the rim world defense.
I could go on about all four of them...
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Prologue
13 BTC
Kass City, Apartment Home
She was five years old when she was taken. When everything she knew was taken from her.
It was on Dromund Kass, eight years before The Treaty of Corucant. Verana and her mother were in their apartment getting ready for bed with the daily ritual of reading a story. Verana’s mother looked through the bookshelf for a story that Verana would like to read. She looked over to her daughter who sat up against the back of the bed, with an excited grin on her face. Mother smiled admiring her daughter as she grabbed a book off the shelf and went to Verana’s bedside.
“What story is this mommy”, asked Verana curiously as she scooted closer to her mother.
Mother put an arm around Verana and replied,” This one is about a princess who became an Empress.”
“Does the story have pretty dresses and handsome princes”, asked Verana looking up at her mother, deep red eyes twinkling.
“Sure does honey”, replied her mother smiling.
“Oh boy”, exclaimed Verana turning her attention excitedly to the book laying in her mother’s hands.
Verana’s mother opened the book and began to read. Verana listened intently as her mother created a fluid and exciting movie in Verana’s mind. She heard how a slave girl was granted a wish by a ghost and became beautiful for one night to go to the Emperor’s Ball. The girl went to the Ball and met a dashing Sith Lord who cherished her like a princess. However, she left the Ball and was never heard from. However, she left behind her amulet that the Sith had given her as they danced the night before. The Sith Lord looked everywhere for the girl and eventually found her as a slave to a master in a cantina. The prince saved her and married her, cherishing every moment he had with her. From then on they shared the throne and lived happily ever after as Emperor and Empress.
Verana was sound asleep on her mother’s lap as her mother closed out with the final words. She looked down at her little girl as a small tear ran down her cheek.
“Someday you will rule Ana. It’s your destiny.”
Verana’s mother picked up her daughter and tucked her in. She left the room without another word.
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“No”, screamed Mother,” You can’t take her! She isn’t Force-Sensitive!”
“Your daughter is an abomination to the Sith”, shouted the slaver as he yanked Verana out of her mother’s grasp.
“Mommy”, cried Verana as she was carried away by the slaver towards his ship.
“No”, shrieked Mother as she ran after the slaver, trampling over bustling pedestrians that tried to make their way through the spaceport.
The slaver turned back and pushed Mother down. He spoke in an angry and deadly tone,” You should be proud that she is even serving under a lord of the Sith! Darth Baras has requested her slavery to him personally!”
“Mommy help me!” cried Verana as she was dragged away by the slaver.
Verana’s mother tried to get up from the floor of the port but too many people rushed by. Within moments all Verana could see was the blur of Imperials rushing past and the faint cry of Verana’s name across the spaceport.
“No”, whimpered Verana as tears ran down her face.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Verana’s mind, her mothers.” Someday you will rule Ana. It’s your destiny.”
“I love you Mommy”, whispered Verana as she was taken up the loading ramp of the slavers ship,” I’ll come back for you when I’m empress. Promise.”
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Sorry the first post is so short. I thought it was a perfect begining for my story arc. But, I promise that the next one will be longer.
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This is going to be my very first big story arc for Fan fiction, I feel really confident by the feedback I've been receiving from what I have posted in the Short Fic Thread (Awesome thread btw.
), and a story is coming together, that I really want to post. This story consists of multiple classes and that means some light to heavy spoilers though I will try to keep out as many as possible. Some may also be crossovers from the Short Fic thread ,so just some stuff already written.Anyway here we go.
I also really like the prompts for this week. I hope you find a new path that you will be happy with.
Boy I want to relax.
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I'll read them.
I love your stories!