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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…. Star Wars The Old Republic The Emperor’s Wrath The SITH EMPIRE tightens its grip on the galaxy. The Galactic Republic and its Jedi defenders lie weakened and vulnerable after the Empire’s successful military campaign. With a fragile peace negotiated, the Empire sends all potential Sith to undergo cruel and deadly trials at its Academy on the harsh planet of Korriban. Today, one of the Empire’s most promising young warriors has been secretly summoned by an influential overseer to face the dark side trials much sooner then expected…. PART 1: TRIALS TO APPRENTICESHIP

Adonia vs The Ebon Hawk Nothing 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

 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

Anakin 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

How To Save A Life The 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,

Question Time His 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

Geonosis. 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 young man was her roommate in the medical suite.  There was a faded bruise around his left eye, and he seemed to be fiddling with his hand.  Probably a new prosthetic, she reasoned.       A young woman, about the same age as the man, had been sitting by him a moment ago, talking about someone named "Han".  But she'd left, saying she'd bring him supper.       Dragging her weary body from the bed, the forty-year-old Togruta greeted the young man - practically a boy, to her eyes - with a kind smile.  He very cautiously smiled back, letting the woman know he'd seen dishonesty.

Genre: Familial, general Characters: Kal Skirata, Venku/Kad'ika Length: Oneshot Unchanging Melancholy Arasuum'la Aay'han Kal Skirata, Kal'buir to his aliit, his family, his clan, woke from his restless sleep in his usual reclining chair in the karyai, the living room of his clan's hidden citadel on Mandalore.  Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he shivered from the bitter cool of the winter of Manda'yiam and pulled his bantha-hide leather jacket closer around himself.  Looking around in the darkness, pushed back only by a small amount of smoldering embers left in the fireplace at this late hour and stretching with his

Geonosis. 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