Treachery on Taladin Seven, Part one New Assignment continued Tortai boarded the ship and they took off for Taladin. After taking pictures for her identity cards, she went to her quarters and dropped her carrying case, marveling at the lavishness of her room. It was much more spacious than the bedroom in her apartment on Coruscant and was decorated like the room of someone in the togrutan hierarchy. It had medium gray walls, soft blue carpet that felt great on her bare feet, a painting on the wall of a male togrutan Jedi with a yellow light saber and some togrutan antiquities on display. She checked the closet and found three long, flowing dresses,
Treachery on Taladin Seven, ProlougeThe New Assignment That morning, Tortai got up, dressed in a green shirt and beige slacks then caught the early morning shuttle to the Republic Fleet base near the old Imperial Palace district. Having been an operative for the New Republic since the time of the Rebellion, she felt more than prepared for her next assignment. After two months of desk duty at Intelligence headquarters on recently liberated Coruscant, the thirty six year old, orange skinned togrutan woman was practically aching for a new assignment. Now that she finally had a new case, she couldn’t wait to get started. Still, despite how boring office work was, she
Seeking AhsokaThe Mission Torel Janks was excited to be assisting Tortai Haar on a very important assignment. After two years on the desolate mountainous world of Tergaluis Eight, completing his Jedi training, he felt that he was ready to go out and apply his master’s lessons. His master, Cyrano Hermange agreed, giving him his approval to leave and assist the togrutan rebel agent on her mission. Torel was also glad to see an old friend again, having not heard from Tortai since he went to Tergaluis. As the old Theta-class shuttle traveled toward their destination at light speed, she did some catching up with him. “I
Republic Commando:Only YouStar Wars: Republic Commando: Only You: PrologueOct 18, 2011, 11:19:50 PM by ~RepcomfandalorianJournals / Personal(Originally posted as Etain-Skirata, still me, on fanfiction.net; TheFiresofHope beta read this and all other posted chapters for the original version.)Summary: This is my take on how Republic Commando: Order 66 should have ended. All alternate universe, multiple chapters, it continues to an as of yet undetermined point during the Empire.Main characters (meaning I'm not killing them off): Darman Skirata and Etain Tur-Mukan Skirata (with an occasional side helping of Kad and the other RC characters, as well as
Star Wars- Jeremiah Dray A young man kneeled behind a large and fragrant plant, the tips of its leaves brushed against his face as he slipped the thin barrel of the blaster through the plant’s hollow base. Fighting off a sneeze from the overpowering smell, he peered through the telescope sight and watched the human, Lord Ma’ken, walk through the vibrant and bountiful garden. The young man stiffened as the lord walked right past his hiding spot and sat down on a stone bench a few meters away. A green armored sentinel- one of the honor guards- followed his master and stood behind him, expressionless and holding onto the stock of his long rifle with t
Star Wars: Troubles, chapter 1Obi-Wan wiped drops of sweat from forehead and lowered his training sword. He bowed to Bant who was his today's training partner, smiling. She was as enthusiastic as ever and he had to try really hard to catch up with her. Bant's sword swings were famous in the Temple for not hitting where they were supposed to hit and Bant herself was always blushing madly when someone mentioned her ability to handle swords. Nonetheless, she was eager to learn and Obi-Wan was forced to accompany her in that attempts, as she was dragging him along every single time she was going to practice. Not that Obi-Wan complained. This way he could train and improve an
Experienced At LifeExperienced At LifeHe is my padawan.I have to protect him,Even protect from him from himself...And once again the fists they flew,Punched out another padawan.Anakin didn't really mean to fight,He's not long been at the temple.The other padawans, they are bad news.They tease him. Taunt him. Provoke him.Mace Windu had to separate them.Anakin with his eye blacked out,Looking defeated feeling dejected.Sadness on our bond of new.Thinking he has failed me,But no he hasn't, my very young child.I tuck him into bed tonight,Letting him sleep beside me.It's not his fault he is so tricky;The others just don't underst
SW: Secondhand EchoesAhsoka glared at Anakin, lips pursed, headtails twitching. "Over my dead body."He glared right back at her, the Senate dome in the morning-hazed distance behind him emphasizing his look of imperious irritation. He wore irritation well, Ahsoka thought. It went with the black."Come on, Snips, we've been over this. Padawans don't always stick with their masters. I spent a lot of time with Master Unduli during my training.""That wasn't during a war. You need me here, and you know it." She pointed at him, then waved-grand gestures certainly weren't signs of the emotional control necessary for Jedi Knighthood, but they were appropriate here.
Adonia vs The Ebon HawkAdonia vs The Ebon HawkNothing was going right. This was probably one of the worst days she'd ever experienced, and she'd had her fair share of bad days. Firstly, the Ebon Hawk broke down while they were docked on Korriban. Korriban! It couldn't have chosen a worse place to break down, could it!? And of course, Carth was busy fixing the ship with Mission and Zaalbar helping. Canderous was busy polishing his guns while HK and T3 were playing pazaak and Juhani, Bastila and Jolee meditated. That left Adonia alone to wander the Sith infested planet."Can I help you little lady?"Adonia turned to face the owner of the voice, rolling her eyes a
First FlightTitle: "First Flight"Author: watcher6161Game: Star Wars: Knights of the Old RepublicCharacters: Carth Onasi, Dustil OnasiSummary: Learning to fly is a family tradition.Disclaimer: Don't own, just playing with other people's toys."And if your mother asks what we were doing all day?" His father asked him, not smiling and kneeling so they were eye level. His father asked with the very serious voice, which meant not to joke by saying they were replacing the vase Father had broken or that Big Sister's mid-level applications had been lost because Father
Man Behind the Cloak So you all think you know me. You think I'm just an assassin. A mindless Sith doing the bidding of a single man. You Jedi think you know everything. You're wrong, all of you. If you lived my life you'd understand me and not judge me. If only you could see the scars I wear.I was taken from my family so young, never to see them again. They never cared never looked for me. So be it! He took me and promised me power. I went with him; not willingly but I went. The pain I experienced was beyond anything I had ever lived. I never spoke for I would be beaten. If I feared anything I was treated with quick forceful punishment. A child, a mere child
KotOR: Oneiromancy Carth's dreams hadn't ever been this clear. Gwen had once told him about the dreams she had before she got her memory back-- about shedding her skin, about people in crowded spaceports saying they knew her face and her name except she'd never seen them before, and what they were sure was her name, wasn't. Those were the muddled sort of dreams he would usually have, that he supposed any being with day-to-day troubles had. They didn't mean anything clear, those dreams of losing the startup code for the Ebon Hawk, or being back on his mother's farm, or of standing on a solid rock while the ground quaked all around him and the sky pressed down.
ComfortKotOR 2 - Atton/Exile - In Game Angst/FluffishnessThe Dxun rain had surprisingly paused in its eternal falling, Atton saw as he emerged from the top hatch of the Hawk. After easing the hatch closed behind him so it wouldn't clang and wake the others, he walked toward the front of the ship and sat down heavily, heedless of the damp surface.The darkness was punctuated only by the soft glow from the Hawk's cockpit and running lights and further out into the jungle, the twinkling of luminescent insects. Leaning back to rest his weight on his arms, he tried to let his mind blank out as he stared into the thick, humid night. It was almost peace
KotOR: LostTitle: LostAuthor: NemonusGame: KotORCharacters/pairing: Mical & JoleeDisclaimer: Fan fiction.Mical waved his hand through the Kashyyyk fog. It stuck as dewdrops, glimmering his skin. "So uncivilized…but oddly beautiful.""You've got it wrong," his new mentor grumbled. "The jungle is very civil; every living thing has its place. Some eat, some get eaten. And it's all so very ugly." His face was hidden by his brown cloak as he pushed forward through the foliage.Mical said, "I suppose I should be used to it by now, you disagreeing with me at every opportunity."Jolee Bindo turned around. His dark eyes gleamed in th
The Master And The ApprenticeThe Master And The ApprenticeThey sit together.I watch from afar.I hate him.I hate him.Where is our loyalty?I tried to do the right thing,But I guess I was the pawn.The Sith will riseBut not with me at his side.I'm dead afterall...But I'm not.I will be avenged,One day...The master and the apprenticeOne day they will be mine.I hide my head.I look so fierce.So powerful with the force.So devilish.I will kill them both.I repaired my lightsaberWas saved by a friend,Now I'm together,The master and the apprentice oblivious,I watch them with revenge pounding in my ears.
The Lost Form: Chapter II Turned at an angle from the main passage was a not-oft-traversed, nondescript corridor—typically left alone by most students. A little ways down that hall was a very dull door on two rusted hinges that squeaked when it opened. The door was marked in unexceptional letters, "Office," and the only hints to its true nature were the equally plain words "Authorized Personnel Only." As a matter of doctrine, no one entered the office of the Headmaster without his invitation, lest he never be heard from again. The Headmaster, left to his own devices, rarely ever extended an invitation to other faculty, the students, and certainly not Don. Rumo
KotOR: GravitationTitle: GravitationAuthor: NemonusGame: KotoRcharacters/pairing: ensemble; femRev/CarthI. EarthHuman women, tradition said, were linked spiritually to the moon, but Gwen felt no different on a planet without one.II. AirUsing Force lightning again was like jumping off an edge, like falling, like flying.III. BeginningJuhani never quite forgave Quatra for not dying.IV. ClothesIt was Juhani who spent the most time looking through the reams of clothing Gwen had acquired on her travels, finding the right fabric to match her striped skin.V. Dark The Jedi mindset made no sense to Yuthura because there
A Stupid RockAnakin grinned widely as he handed Ahsoka a small package. "Happy 13th birthday, Snips!" She stared at the box a moment, not able to help but be a little disappointed. Most Masters gave their Padawans something like a speeder for their 13th birthday, an important milestone for Padawans. There was no way a speeder could fit in there. Still, she eagerly slipped the sloppily tied ribbon off the box and carefully undid the wrapping paper. Setting inside, shiny and gleaming, in a nest of tissue paper, was a rock. A rock. A stupid rock. Anakin was beaming, and there was no way Ahsoka could disappoint him. She forc
That Wasn't Skyguy Obi-Wan Kenobi walked down the halls of the empty Temple, grief and tears in his eyes. Friends laid all around, cut down by what he thought was his brother. In the Archives, Jocasta killed. In the training area, Padawans dead. In the Council chamber, Younglings slain. He walked into the crèche. When he did, he had to close his eyes. Not even the babies had been spared. Finally he went into Anakin's chambers. Holograms were sitting on shelves, pictures of Anakin and Obi-Wan, Anakin and Mace, Anakin and Yoda, even one of his rival, Ferus Olin. T
Star Wars: Test of Faith pt.1Lavena Kammeal heard the screaming and moaning of the dying men and women around her as she watched the droids that surrounded her and her remaining comrades. The survivors of the rescue attempt on Geonosis formed a sloppy ring, all facing outward to confront their attacker. Her blue lightsaber was held tensely before her as she licked the sweat away from her upper lip. The voice of their to-be captor or executioner droned on as he mocked the great Jedi Master Mace Windu. Her hand tightened on the hilt of her weapon as the two talked even though the droids had not moved since Dooku had commanded the
ReekGeonosis, our home,is corrupted with theselost souls staining oursands of time with emptyblood.One is pinned, one isscreaming for mercy,but the strings of timewill not have this spilledblood.They call him the Skywalker,but I hardly see himusing the air to deceive ourbrothers in armor forblood.This war, this civility that calmedthis land years ago is now stopped, and the only thing webrothers think of is the taste ofblood.
Clone Wars: Broadcast It was easy credits, and Deen Syla knew it. Better yet, it was a government job. On the short airtaxi ride to her workplace, Deen thought back on how she had been so lucky. She had been approached by a Republic Broadcasting Division rep less than a month ago, and had been offered a great paying job at a tight-band broadcasting station located not half a quadrant from her residence. She looked out as the city whizzed past her; life as she knew it had taken a lucky step down easy street. Once a day, for an hour each morning, she sat and talked about the Senate meetings, scores for Chin-Bret matches, and other assorted tidbits, the
Star Wars: Timelines Ch 2Before the ramp had finished lowering all the way I was striding down it; ducking to avoid hitting my head on the ship's bulkhead. The small, green Jedi Master behind me encountered no such difficulties, yet he hurried off the ship and kept pace with me. At the bottom of the ramp stood a gold plated drop I knew well. C-3P0 looked more depressed and worried than I had though a droid possibly could. "Master Yoda, Senator Organa! It is such a relief to see you arrive intact." 3P0's shrilly voice seemed to get on my nerves more than ever today, but then again it had been a stressful day. "To you, the same greetings C-3P0" Master Yoda hobbled
Star Wars: Timelines Ch 1 I was on Corusant when General Skywalker returned from the late Emperor Palpatine's first and last assignment for the Empire. I'm not quite sure when happened on Mustafar, Palpatine's personal troopers witnessed the entire ordeal and still aren't sure what happened. A worrying thought when you consider the perfect recall built into a Kamino clone's memory. When the shuttle opened up, I was expecting the Emperor to stride out in the grand manner he so recently acquired and ask for a status report on something vital to the new Empire's security, or more importantly his. The attack by rogue Jedi in his own office shook us up a bit. Even more
Toy And TinkerToy And TinkerI watch you fiddleToy and tinker.Fingers working,Mind lost in a meddle.Wondering the various partsAnd pieces.A bit like your life,It's a million pieces.Your eyes dart to and from,Working away On that sabre of yours,It's a project thats broken.You good at fixing Your various toysAre your robotic friends,Fixed, new life, good job.
FU-How to Save a LifeHow To Save A LifeThe sphere was glittering beneath them. Steel pipes were chiming, wielding lights were sparkling, the busy droid, machinery, and weaponry was humming. To some extend it was like Nar Shadda—burst with energy, full of life. He once told her that place was vibrant with the Force. She wondered if this place was like that, too. He stood at the edge of the offramp, dark eyes wild but somewhat gentle, full of love, tenderness and unwillingness to part, looked into hers, stared into her soul. “Goodbye, Juno.” He sighed. Surprisingly she was able to hear it with all the commotion around them. He fell backwards,
Empire Cavalry by GrizzledDogGenre: ActionCharacters: Galen Marek/Starkiller; Juno EclipseLength: Chaptered"The emperor is sending his troops to Kashyyk to reinforce a base there. Make sure that no witnesses are left alive. Leave it as if they were never there. Go, my apprentice, and do not fail me," the dark lord instructed the young man before him who knelt respectfully. The dark lord pointed to him and made a dismissing gesture before he drooped and his image etched away to reveal a droid with the profile of a simplified human skeleton. The droid drifted forward and the young man arose and caught him, pushing the droid back to his feet."Ahh, master. It looks l
The Betrayal by foxswordGenre: Action/DramaCharacters: Obi-Wan, Anakin, OCsLength: ChapteredPrologue: The EndI lay on the ground, gasping for air. All I could hear was the sound of my own breathing, ragged and struggling. Beyond that was only silence. The silence that comes with death. All around me, bodies littered the ground; the bodies of my friends, teachers, and fellow warriors. They had all fought as hard as they could, but it had been of no use. Not against that onslaught. Even though there was no one there, I could hear their screams and cries of pain. Darkness surged all around me. But above that, there was one word that rang in my head. “Why?&
SW: ResilienceBiggs Darklighter shoved his X-Wing's joysticks forward and dove toward the Death Star. The TIE fighter curved around behind him to spit lasers that plashed against Biggs' shields in a nacreous green shower, and Luke's X-Wing slotted in behind it as neatly as dancing. The patterned Death Star surface flashed beneath them."I can't shake him-!" Biggs cried, looking around as if he could see his squadronmates' faces somewhere out there in their ships.But it was Luke Skywalker who answered him, Luke who understood how different the X-Wings and space were from the skyhoppers that they used to ride together in the Tatooine desert. You could fee
Question TimeQuestion TimeHis arms were cuffed behind his back, with the chains passed through the columns on the back of the chair he was seated on. His dark skin was marred by a heavy bruise on his cheek, a thin trickle of blood drawing a line down his chin from a corner of his mouth, and his hair had a light dusting of grey. That and his leathery, beaten skin were his only concessions to age.Despite his head being bowed, staring at his heavy booted feet, his back was ramrod straight, an obvious military background that no amount of trying could completely erase. He was also in full Mandalorian armour, missing only his helmet, gauntlets and obvious
Many Masks by Misao-chanGenre: Drama/ActionCharacters: OCsLength: OneshotThree days. It had been three days since Jorak Zoon, Knight of the New Jedi Order, had arrived at the planet Farstine, become acquainted with Governor Sorcia, and learned that the mysterious assassin who had tried to take the governor's life was still on the lam. It was all rather exciting for Jorak, who had been knighted not more than a fortnight earlier.So much for being left alone, though, the solitary Zabrak had lamented when he learned that he was to be at Sorcia's side at all times. Even sleep was restless for him, as he had to remain vigilant, constantly feeling out with the Forc
Louder Than WordsGeonosis.The name will remain forever seared in the memory of the Republic.The blaster shots and lightsaber hums have been heard around the galaxy, and the battle that has just taken place will be known as one that launched a million ships carrying droids and clones and Jedi, all the expendable pawns of the cruel and endless game of war.Padmé Amidala knows all of this, and yet at the moment she does not care.She has felt the rumblings of war, perturbing the galaxy for years. This sense of quiet unease has plagued her since before she was elected Queen. It was inevitable, unavoidable that it could come to this, she thinks as she s
A Different Time There was a strange presence in the Jedi Temple. The initiates felt it during their morning meditation, a power that was like the Force but which they were unable to touch. Even the Masters guiding them through the exercise seemed unsettled by it: Depa Billaba's eyes snapped open, Ali-Alann shifted uncomfortably, and Master Yoda's ears twitched. Then, after a moment, he smiled. "Returned, I think, the Doctor has." Eleven year old Obi-Wan Kenobi was late for his lesson, and so he took a short cut through the Room of a Thousand Fountains, where all thoug
Teaser: Something Like RebirthGenre: Drama / Friendship; Adventure later onCharacters: Anakin, Force Ghost!Obi-Wan, Luke, and OCsLength: Chaptered (Excerpt)Something Like Rebirth The flames cackled and popped with something akin to laughter. Anakin almost wanted to smile as he threw the cloak onto the pyre, but all that he succeeded in doing was twisting his features into a pained expression that hurt his jaw. He wondered if this was how Obi-Wan had felt when they’d burned Qui-Gon. Like that occasion, more than just Jedi had turned out for the funeral. Senators, a group of clone troopers, a Balosar Anakin vaguely recognized from a bar in the l
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