Passion, Yet Serenity

[Cindlehr]

I'm not sure how I'm going to keep up with this, this is the fist I have done a fan fic in years. Just felt fun to get it out.

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Warning: This story contains major spoilers for Forged Alliances 1-2, Shadow of Revan and Rise of the Emperor. Continue at your own risk.

 

Jedi Consular & Theron Shan

 

Prologue:

 

 

Loka walked through The Fleet, twisting and turning to avoid running in to any of the hundreds of human and alien visitors.

 

Makeb had been a nightmare. One huge ship had carried the survivors of the Hutt`s greed. She had made sure before going anywhere that they had paid for places the refugees could stay.

 

Mostly hotels, good ones; the people had shelter, warmth, food, what they needed to live in basic comfort until other arrangements were made. The hotel owners had been shocked at first, but once they had settled terms and accommodations, they seemed happy. They were being paid quite well.

 

The Hutt’s had been complaining about not having all of their belonging on the ship. That kind of arrogance made her sick to her stomach. Thousands, millions of people’s lives were at risk. People had died to get the refugees to that ship. All the Hutt`s cared about was their treasure. She had made that the last priority.

 

Loka stopped near a bannister a leaned against it, looking out over the spaceport. After what had happened she decided to let the crew take some time off, getting to relax however they saw fit. Nadia was the only one who refused to leave her master`s side.

 

Master, it still felt so strange to be called that. She was not an elder, she as the youngest Jedi in history to have accomplished so much. But to her it was strange; all she did was help people who needed it. The rewards had been quite unexpected or necessary, though she felt honored by them.

 

Loka watched the different races swarm from place to place. Hundreds of languages, and smells flooded the huge spaceport. The cantina with its food and drinks, traders selling their wares and teaching, vendors for every kind of armor or weapon you could want. Anything you needed the fleet provided.

 

Loka had sent Nadia off to answer some responses from her home world. She felt grief and pain from Nadia, but also determination and hope. She was trying her hardest, and Loka intended to do everything she could to teach the girl, it was the least she could do for her father. He had been a good man; she would not let him down after all he had done to help her and the Republic.

 

She had fixed and upgraded the crew`s gear as well as her own. After making payments for supply shipments and a few other things she was debating where to do or go next.

 

Her thoughts were distracted by the large screech and beeping of a droid almost being run over by a large group of aliens. Turning, she saw the droid dart back and under a table. No one seemed hurt, the aliens grumbling and swearing at the droid.

 

Turning she walked down the pathway, looking at the sights, just trying to relax. She heard more loud noises from a droid, but when she turned around; it was gone, possibly surrounded by the large groups walking around.

 

Waiting a few moments she shrugged to herself and began walking again. As she rounded into another part of the ship, the droid almost took her out at the knees.

 

Instinct had her move away quickly enough to avoid colliding with it. The droid went past her, backed up and pulled itself into a little alcove next to where she was standing... It began beeping numerous apologies to her.

 

Loka smiled at the droid, reassuring it that she was okay. Walking over she made sure the droid was not hurt either, considering its previous incident. The droid responded happily that there was no damage.

 

The droid looked from side to side before talking again. T3-G2 she read before listening. “You act casual...”

 

Loka looked at the droid in confusion. Act casual? The droid introduced itself before continuing “recruiting for classified operation.”

 

This was not her idea of a holiday; then again Jedi never really had those. The droid connected to a holo frequency. Loka watched and listened carefully. The young man speaking appeared maybe a year older than her, if not the same age, not the much older individual in high command that she had expected...

 

His hair was a Mohawk, though, carefully done. Not the shaves military preferred, somewhere with loser restrictions. It was done just enough to give the man a bit of a rebellious look. She noted cybernetics and basic dress. Though she knew she had never seen this individual, he oddly reminder her of someone, she could not place who though.

 

The man spoke with a deep voice, which she found oddly soothing. He had a charisma about him; she understood a bit more why he may be assigned to whatever this droid was doing.

 

“Ah, just the Jedi we were looking for. Nice work T3.” The man spoke expressively, moving his hands has he spoke. “I’m with the SIS. We’ve got a very special event coming up and you’re on the guest list.” He was very straight to the point she noted, he spoke quickly but clearly, not indicating any kind of impatience.

 

Loka asked almost warily, “what kind of ‘special’ event’?”

 

“The kind the Empire won’t enjoy. Details when we meet in person. See you soon.”

 

T3 turned off the video, sent coordinates to her data pad before beeping happily at her and rolled away. Loka wondered if he had the right person, she was a consular. But he had specifically indicated he was looking for her, not a knight. If she wanted any answers she was going to have to show up in person.

 

Picking up her comlink she pushed a few buttons. When a voice answered her on the other end she responded. “Nadia, I need you to meet me at the third floor elevator. Something has come up if you want to join me.”

[Cindlehr]

Chapter 1

 

Loka waited for her ship to dock, thinking of the past few days.

 

Everything was happening so quickly, one right after another. She had met with the man on the holo. Theron Shan and Colonel Darok, it made sense now as why he had seemed familiar, he reminded her of Grandmaster Satele. Though Shan was a rather common name, when she asked if there was a relation Theron had shrugged off the question, replying to the Colonel that was why he kept asking for a code name.

 

Colonel Darok had gotten right to the point; an attack on Korriban. The idea seemed ludicrous at first, but as it had been explained in more detail, she had realized they had a chance to pull it off. They wanted to gain data from the archives, find out more than the Republic had ever been able to uncover, and they needed her. Nadia had come, along with a support droid that had proved quite useful. Getting to the temple and fighting was long and difficult, but they had proven successful.

 

Once she had returned, an alert was sent that Tython was being attacked by the Imperials. It made no sense, it happened too quickly. This was not retaliation, it couldn’t be. She had immediately turned around with Nadia following to board the fastest ship to Tython. Again with support, they managed to re-take the Jedi Temple.

 

Returning again, Colonel Darok had thanked her, then gave her a medal; a very rarely given one, she felt honored. Theron had her attention though. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.” The statement had been simple, but something about the way he looked at her when he said it, his eyes locked with hers for just a few seconds longer than they should have. Not noticeable to anyone not familiar with body language. She understood a silent request to follow him. She waited a few moments before doing so.

 

She found Theron in the cantina watching a holo video of Grandmaster Satele. Theron had been making sure she was nowhere near the destruction that had happened in Tython. He had explained that they were not close as the Jedi did not allow such bonds. She understood the only way for that to have happened was for Satele to give him up as a child. Surprisingly, he confided that even with the lineage, he had not developed the ability to use the force. She felt an odd sensation when he said it, not anger, bitterness perhaps. He shrugged it off stating that things worked out for the best.

 

She couldn’t help but smile at him, a strange warmth rising in her chest. The very short time she had known him, he had proved incredibly resourceful and highly aware of their situation. He was very passionate in what he did, quick witted, and seemed very good at thinking on his feet. Whatever he felt he had lacked as a failure to become a Jedi, he certainly had made up in other ways. He was a perfect fit for the SIS, he also seemed to enjoy his job.

 

When she realized the strange feeling was affection, she was momentarily confused. She had felt affection for people before, but this felt different. Though she was not sure how. Smiling, almost playfully she answered “Well if you ask me, you turned out pretty well.” Without hesitation he used that to pull her deeper into the conversation, to hear him out. Something about what had just happened; something was very off. She had felt it too, and listened intently. The ops, the Colonel, the timing, it did not fit; she agreed, it was too convenient. He had made a hypothetical proposal about looking for more information which she had played along with. Smiling at her with a nod, he had ended the conversation and walked off.

 

T3 had found her a few days later. Theron was on Manaan and wanted to know if she could come back him up. He was worried about her being followed as well.

 

She had never been to Manaan before, a planet that was all oceans. It was beautiful from the moment they had dropped from hyperspace. The ramp opened and Loka exited, before pausing and looking around. There were large buildings, very simple in architecture but very beautiful as well. In all directions, as far as she could see was the ocean. She breathed in the scent of the air; it was different from anywhere she had been before. It was very peaceful; she could see staying here to relax.

 

Manaan was similar to Voss. It had not allowed either the Imperials or the Republic to force it to claim a side. It

remained neutral, allowing both to the planet under very strict circumstances. Getting a clearance to land must have been a nightmare; thankfully Theron had done that for her. Walking into the large building, Loka was surprised at how sparsely the place was populated. Zenith had been kind enough to look up information on the planet for her, as Theron was busy with his science project, Holiday as usual by his side.

 

The whole place still had a deep beauty to it. Ocean all around them, the buildings were white and almost flowing in their shape. Small areas to sit were scattered about. Lots of large fountains and some plants to accent them, very few people were there, most looking like they had some kind of job to do. It made sense after reading the signs scattered about, they were impossible to miss. Lots of rules for visitors to the planet; be courteous and quiet, rules for space regulation and visitation.

 

While the planet felt peaceful, the rules were quite rigid. Zenith had explained that Manaan had just recently opened its ports to allow outsiders onto the world. The actual buildings, and inhabitants, lived under the oceans. Almost no one was allowed to those levels. She understood their desire for secrecy.

 

Nadia would like this place; maybe they could find a quite spot to meditate. She doubted that would be happening anytime soon.

 

Finally reaching the coordinates T3 sent her she opened the door and entered. The room was beautiful, like the rest of the city; white with soft blue lights, green accents on the walls and furniture. Theron was leaning against an elegant desk, which seemed to be more of his style than to sit in the chair behind it. The large windows behind him had water flowing over them; she couldn’t help but think about really wanting something like that in her home.

Theron stood up and smiled at her, commenting how he had just called T3 to find her, and she was already on her way, impressive timing.

 

Loka smiled back, feeling the odd warmth again. She was very happy to see him, which was confusing. She had worked with so many people over the years, why was this suddenly so different? At the same time, what in the world was he doing on this planet out in the middle of nowhere, literally?

 

“What are you doing here, Theron?”

 

“Digging, just like I said I would. Let me show you what I’ve got so far.”

 

She followed him over to a computer terminal where he briefed her on what he had found. Slowly the pieces began to fit together, and not in a good way. Rakata technology, she had dealt with that before, it was very dangerous. Going into a lab, probably fighting, chasing down both the Colonel and a Sith, some kind of science experiments. She shuddered, thinking about the genetic experiments the Sith had created before with their alchemy. While she had never seen one of their creations, she had read a great deal about them, all horrifying. If the Rakata technology was being added, this could be a huge problem for the Republic.

 

Theron had arranged transport, and was going to meet with someone who he felt may help them. She felt slightly unsure about it, but he tossed the subject away and wished her luck before she could ask anymore. Walking back out the door, the fountains running water the only sound around her, she flipped the comlink on and sent Nadia the coordinates to meet her. This was going to be an interesting trip.

[Lunafox]

Mmm a Theron story! Keep it up, always enjoy more Theron! Hope you enjoy the forum.