|Welcome to Knights of the Old Republic - The Movie Trilogy. We hope you enjoy your visit.|
You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.
Join our community!
If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:
|Kotor Stories; My attempt at novelization|
|Topic Started: Sep 18 2008, 10:21 PM (1,902 Views)|
|...bman999||Sep 18 2008, 10:21 PM Post #1|
So recently, I decided that I was going to try writing my own version of KOTOR 3. I began writing, and was almost finished with the prologue when I decided that if I was going to write a Kotor 3 story, I might as well do one for the rest of the games.
So, I started writing down some ideas for the stories, and also got an idea to write a bunch of short stories that take place before, in between, and after the main stories. So, at last, here is my layout for the first story and all the short stories leading up to it.
Jolee Bindo - The Great Sith War (Hopefully 80 pages)
Jolee Bindo - Without a Purpose (Hopefully 80 pages)
The Mandalorian Wars - The Horrors Begin (100)
The Mandalorian Wars - Heroes of the Republic (120)
Lurking in the Unknown (40)
The Jedi Civil War (100)
Darth Bandon - Abandoned (100)
Darth Bandon - Birth of a Beast (80)
A Deadly Gambit (450)
First of all, the page numbers up there are estimates, and are subject to change depending on how the writing goes. I know that a lot of them are a little short, but I can't really commit too well to anything too long. Therefore, only the main novels will be long.
Second, the titles may change as well. All the stories are based on events that I have enough information for, and feel are important to the series.
Third, the dates that certain books will be posted is completely random, so if this project stops for a little while, it's most likely a delay. I'll definitely let you know if this going to shut down permanently.
Fourth, when I'm working on one novel, I'll always be working on a short story, too. Whenever I finish one, I'll move on to a new short story, which I'll be letting you all vote on.
Lastly, this is not a canon series. It's going to be based on the story and characters from the game, but there's going to be a lot of differences, some major, some minor. For example, the Exile is a male is one of the more more important ones, and Darth Bandon ordering the destruction of Taris instead of Malak is one of the more minor ones. So, hopefully this can be both refreshing and new to everyone.
I'll post more later, but for now, I'd like to know what short story you guys want me to start writing, first. Thanks!
EDIT: Changed the title of the main novel. I was looking for a new title for a long time, and then this one donned on me. I'm pretty fond of it, although if anyone else has any ideas for titles, please, let me know. I'm not really that creative with them.
|"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein|
|Irishguy27||Sep 18 2008, 10:29 PM Post #2|
|I'd like to see aBANDONed first because Bandon is touched upon so little, but he's got so much potential as a character. It sounds like you have some pretty awesome ideas, so good luck.|
|HK-47||Sep 24 2008, 03:31 PM Post #3|
|Supporting you all the way with this bman.|
|...bman999||Sep 25 2008, 11:22 PM Post #4|
|Thanks, guys! Anyway, as for the first few chapters of A Restless Conflict, I was in the middle of writing, got pretty far into it, and then my computer froze up on me. I had to turn it off and start over. There's a lesson to always save your documents. Sorry, guys, you'll have to wait a little longer. I'll post the first few chapters once they're done. Thanks!|
|"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein|
|Caboose2012||Sep 26 2008, 03:52 AM Post #5|
|bman that is awesome I think I might like this|
|"Those who break laws are scum. And those who abandon their friends to follow the law... they're lower than scum!"-Kakashi|
|...bman999||Dec 8 2008, 03:03 AM Post #6|
Alright, now I know that this took extraordinarily long, but without further ado, here it is, the Prologue. It's not too long, hopefully about the average length for future chapters. It is a bit different than most novels, but just bare with it; we'll be with the main plot soon enough. Enjoy...
KNIGHTS OF THE OLD REPUBLIC
A DEADLY GAMBIT
Naraja grunted quietly from his perch upon the building ledge. He looked down, noticing a couple of large Republic Soldiers, about thirty meters beneath him. He began to edge along to the right, leaning closely against the smooth surface of the Coruscant skyscraper, eager to get away from them.
Once he had reached a stable location, he leaned back. The inside of his helmet was completely fogged up. He could feel the sweat on his brow, wishing he could wipe it off. He pulled up his sleeve, and grinned malevolently. Three rows of spikes covered his arm, each one slightly curved, with a wedged point.
He took a deep breath, took a small step back, then leaped upward, as high as he could. In the air, he spun wildly, just barely touching his feet against the smooth side. He leaned forward, stretched out his arm, and jammed the spikes into the wall.
He fell back, and saw the reflection of the skyscrapers against the golden horizon move upwards. Then, a sudden jerk of pain in his shoulder, and the spikes in his arm were gripped to the side of the tall skyscraper. He let out a sigh relief, and looked down. He was now seventeen feet above his last point. He stretched his other arm towards a higher point, and slammed it into it. He wiggled it around, and pushed it in further, until he was confident was in securely. He pulled himself upwards, and continued to scale the wall.
He looked up, with about two hundred or so feet to go until the next ledge, he predicted it was going to be a long day. But the reward at the end would be worth it. He began thinking of ways to spend his upcoming credits.
Zhar strode toward the large landing pad, as two fighters gently touched down. Then a third ship, much larger than the other two, landed. A loading ramp extended, and moments later, four Jedi appeared. Zhar advanced forward, and shook hands with each of them.
A minute passed, and finally, three more figures emerged from the ship. Kavar smiled, and headed towards them.
“It is a pleasure to see you again, Bastila,” Zhar said contently. “We were worried for your safety. Hyperspace travel hasn’t been safe ever since the Sith occupied the Corellian Trade Route.”
“I am grateful that I made it as well,” Bastila said, and with a quick hand dismissed the two Jedi with her. “But the Force guided us here safely.”
Zhar nodded. He put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s good to have you back. However, I think it wise if we go inside.” He gestured toward the rest of the party, and began walking towards the door to the Jedi Temple, then saw Bastila holding her position. “Come, the Council awaits us. We must discuss the upcoming journey.”
Bastila stumbled inside. Zhar waited until she was gone with the rest of the group before taking one last look around. The door slid shut behind him, as he left for the Council Chambers.
Naraja stretched his hand towards the ledge, feeling the spikes from his left arm coming loose. He had just barely reached the top as his left arm fell lose. He nearly lost his hold, but was able to dig the spikes into the metal surface up above. He struggled pulling himself up and over the guard rail.
He heaved a sigh of relief, and sat back, his legs dangling from the eighteen inch wide ledge. If only there were an easier way of getting to the Senate Chamber’s private landing pads. His arms were sore. He had done jobs similar to this on planets like Telerath, or his home planet of Rodia, but nothing could have prepared him for this journey.
He looked up towards destination. It couldn’t be much farther than one hundred fifty feet or so. He took a step back, and leaped into the air, performing the same maneuver he did before, only this time, he didn’t slip. And with that, he was climbing again.
As he got closer to the top, his pace quickened. He felt in danger out here. It was as if they were already suspecting him, waiting for him. He knew that Jedi were revered warriors throughout the galaxy, but he had never believed any of that garbage about them being psychic. They were just men and women born with a bit too much power. Therefore, he didn’t mind taking one out; or helping taking one out.
Suddenly, he felt a jerk from his spike cuffs. One of them was coming loose! He tried to pull it out from the wall, but it was in too deep. He’d need to get up a few inches higher, otherwise the curves would prevent it from coming out. He looked down, and decided he better try, before the cuff broke off, and he fell down the hundred thousand foot drop.
He gathered his strength, and exerted it all towards his left arm. He pulled as hard as he could, but it didn’t seem to be enough. Naraja’s face turned grim, more wrinkles appearing on his already wrinkled face. His feet kicked wildly against the wall, trying to gain some ground, and it was enough to get where he needed.
He pulled the spikes free, and wiggled his hand around, until he felt the cuff tighten on his wrist, and lock into place. Feeling his weight pull down on him, he reached upward, and jammed the spikes in to the wall.
Naraja let out a sigh of relief, and then began climbing again.
Bastila stood before the council, her hands behind her back, and her legs together. She could see they were examining her, and she wanted to please them.
Master Vrook, the Grand Jedi Master looked at her through narrow eyes. When their eyes met, Bastila felt a cold feeling. Master Vrook had never been the most supportive teacher, quite the contrary, in truth. He had often scolded her throughout her training, and despite however much she tried to impress him, he always found a fault in her actions.
He leaned forward, and Bastila felt herself looking down. The rest of the Council had always been so overbearing of her. Though she wasn’t too fond of always being complimented and pampered, she would have preferred if Vrook be a bit more warmhearted.
“It is a pleasure to see you again, Bastila.” Someone finally spoke. “How was your flight?”
“Decent, to say the least.” Bastila began. “I found it difficult to center myself, though, what with the constant worry of being captured by a Sith Warship.”
“Ah, but Coruscant is no safe haven.” They continued. “The galaxy has become a dangerous place.”
“I feel that we all long for the tranquility that was once held in place.” Came another voice. “But that is what we are fighting for, is it not?”
“We fight for the galaxy, not for our own peace,” Vrook interrupted. It seemed he always had some sort of smart comeback, or some disapproval on what someone said. The only people he actually respected were Masters of equal rank to him, and even then…
“Yes Vrook, of course,” the Master continued. “By we, I referred to the galaxy in general, most not allied with the Sith.”
“You have traveled long distances to get here,” a female Twi’lek said. “I would not be surprised if the journey has fatigued you.”
“I am tired, but I need not sleep; merely peace,” Bastila responded. “I do believe I came to discuss the mission that may determine the fate of the galaxy.”
“Yes,” Zhar said from behind her. “We really should not waste time. The mission is indeed urgent.”
“Very well,” Vrook said. “Firstly, it would wise to discuss what your objective is, then get into specifics.” He cleared his throat. “As you all know, the Sith Fleet seems to have endless resources, and no matter how hard we fight back, no matter how many ships we destroy, they always seem to recover.” He moved his hand in a gesture towards the center of the room, and then moved it in a circular motion. A moment after, the blinds closed, the room became dim, and countless holographic spheres appeared.
“However,” Master Zez-Kai Ell picked up. “We have noticed that the Sith are often disorganized, whether in ground combat, or in a battle in orbit, when their leader is lost to them. Do you recall, when Revan fell, the battle was hardly a strife? It is because the Sith are used to being controlled, put under bars. We believe that if we may slay Malak, the same events will take place.”
“Masters, if I may interject,” Bastila began. “When we boarded Revan’s flagship, Revan was…taken care of, but Malak just stepped up to his place without much of a problem. Who is to say that Bandon will not do the same?”
“We admit, this is a risk, but this time, we shall strike more swiftly, and hopefully finish off Bandon, Admiral Karath, Grand Sith Master Torani, and all other commanding officers.” Ell answered. “Should we be faced with that decision, however, we shall be very decisive, and quickly track them down before they have time to regroup.”
“Very well, Masters,” Bastila responded. “I trust in your greater wisdom.”
“Very well.” Vrook said. “Our contacts last spotted Malak traveling along the Hydian Way. We hope to intercept him at his destination, which we believe to be Taris.” He pointed to Bastila’s right, towards one of the larger planets. “Do you know anything of Taris, Bastila?”
“I know that it is a city world, much like Coruscant. Extremely important in galactic trade, correct?”
“Indeed. You should also know that there is in fact a Jedi Temple on its surface. So should anything go wrong, we believe you may be able to contact us. Now, without further ado, you are dismissed.” Vrook moved his hand in a gesture towards the door. “Your ship is the Endar Spire. The captain’s name is Onasi. May the Force be with you.”
“And also with you.” And with that, Bastila departed. Zhar followed closely behind.
“Vrook the charmer, huh?” Zhar smiled. “Come on, we don’t want to be late.”
Naraja pulled himself up to the guard rail, and slung himself over. He looked ahead, and saw the Republic soldiers carrying crates onto the ship.
He sprinted to the side, and deactivated his stealth field generator as soon as he was out of view. It was almost out of battery. He looked towards the front of the ship, and saw two Jedi, one a tall, strong looking Twi’lek, the other a smaller, beautiful young woman. He smirked. He couldn’t wait for her to die. They were talking with a Republic Officer. He overheard a few words.
“So, how long do you expect the journey to take?” From the female.
“Oh, not more then forty hours.” From the male.
Naraja shrugged. It didn’t matter where they were going. Just that they didn’t make it there. He reactivated the generator, and sprinted towards the large vessel. He jumped into the air, and pulled himself onto a sloped part of the ship. Then, he pulled out a small tube device, stuck it onto the ship, and turned a switch on it. It lit up, and made a quiet beeping noise.
He crawled across the surface of the ship, and was able to attach four more of the trackers, until he got a signal from the main tracker. It was activated! Now he just needed to get off and down the ship, and he was home free.
He jumped off the part he was on, and landed with a slight thud. The vibration was enough, however, to deactivate the field. He was exposed!
“Hey! What the hell are you doing here?” A soldier shouted. Naraja felt his heart get faster. He dashed towards the side of the building, then felt a shot to his backside. He yelped in pain, then felt two more, and fell. He looked behind him, and saw at least three soldiers charging towards him. He rose, and with all his effort, leaped towards the edge of the building. He hopped the guardrail, and with that, he was free-falling.
Naraja began fumbling through his belt packs, and got it just in time. His grappling hook. He twirled it in the air, formed the loop he needed, and caught it on the nearest available pole. He felt a heavy jerk, and moaned in pain. He was safe, at least.
Naraja moped into the bridge of his small shuttle, activated the messaging system, and watched as a small holographic figure appeared. This man wore large, heavy, dark robes, with a hood draped over his face, covering everything but his mouth.
“What is it now, assassin?” It asked.
“Lord Bandon, it has been done.” Naraja said, with satisfaction in his voice. “I expect ten thousand credits transferred to my account within the next week.”
“Oh, Naraja, I have opted for a different reward, one that you shall appreciate far more.” Bandon said treacherously.
“What is it? More credits?” Naraja asked excitedly.
“More than you could ever hope to spend.” Bandon waved his fingers, and Naraja began choking. In another minute, he collapsed.
EDIT: Changed Kavar to Zhar. It made way more sense, and just worked better with the story.
Again, sorry it took so long, but I'll admit, I am a slow worker. I'll try to make future updates quicker. Let me know what you think.
Oh, and votes for the short stories, anyone? Thanks!
|"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein|
|...bman999||Dec 10 2008, 11:53 PM Post #7|
What do you know? I picked up the pace! Here it is, Chapter One. I'll try to get Chapter two out just as quickly.
NOTE: This battle takes place before the Taris incident. That might still be two, possibly three chapters away. Enjoy...
Bastila looked towards the dim skies with a sense of dread. The journey hadn’t even begun, and she was already being hunted by assassins.
“Mistress Bastila?” Asked a soldier. “The killer has not been spotted within the building’s perimeters. He is believed to be dead.”
“Indeed.” Zhar said from behind her. “I did sense his death, however far later than it would’ve been due to a fall to the death. Curious…”
“Well, he is confirmed to be no longer a threat, so we are free to proceed with the mission.”
“Good, soldier. Get back to your post. We’ll be on board shortly enough.” The captain said. “I apologize for the problem, Miss, er, Jedi…Bastila.”
“Of course.” Bastila said. “Come, let us continue.” She turned abruptly towards the Endar Spire and quickly approached the loading ramp. The captain and Zhar followed. “Is all in order for our departure, Captain?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The captain said confidently. “I can assure you, there will be no further incidents such as the one that just occurred.”
“Very good.” She turned towards Zhar, and waved for the captain to leave. He stared at her hand, frowned, and left. “Goodbye, Master.”
“Goodbye, Bastila. I should hope that our oaths will cross again.” He spun around to leave, but held his position. Then, he looked back at Bastila. “Be careful, Bastila. Malak’s ambition knows no bounds. You are the galaxy’s last desperate hope. Losing you…may just cost us the war.”
“I will not fail you, Master.” Bastila said reassuringly. “You can count on me. May the Force be with you.”
“And also with you.”
And on that word, the two departed. The loading ramp quickly closed behind Bastila, and in a few moments, the engine’s thrusters were powering up. Bastila entered the bridge of the Endar Spire a few minutes later.
“Are we ready for take-off?” She asked the Captain.
“Yes,” he answered. “It will only take a couple of minutes to power up the engine’s core, and then we will take off.” He quickly issued a command over the intercom, and then turned back to her. “Feel free to head to your quarters, and…meditate, if you wish.”
“I find it difficult to center myself in space travel.” She said. “The constant hum of the hyper drive, always feeling on edge…” her voice trailed off. She looked at the captain. He was frowning again. Bastila suddenly felt paranoid with him. “But of course, I wouldn’t expect a simple-minded soldier to understand.” She turned towards the door, and exited. The captain rolled his eyes.
“Jedi,” he said, more-so to himself than anyone else. “The most charming people in the galaxy.”
Bastila opened her eyes, as she felt a slight vibration just above her. Her hand fell to her lightsaber, as she rose to her feet. She head towards the door of her small dormitory. Just as she reached it, another vibration, much stronger than the last, hit the ship. This one nearly knocked her over, and an alarm began to sound. She pulled her robe toward her through the force, and put it on as she scurried through the halls of the ship.
“What’s going on here?” She demanded as she entered the bridge. She looked around, and saw the crew, running around frantically. The captain was hunched over one computer screen, assessing the damage to the Endar Spire. “Captain Onasi!” Bastila shouted once more. This time he heard.
“What? What’s wrong?” He cocked his head to one side. “Oh, Bastila. Sorry, I- I guess I’m not used to being called “Captain” yet. Uh… what was it you needed?”
“Oh, right.” He looked towards the view port. “We’ve just been hit by… well, that’s what we’re trying to figure out. Our scanners picked up several dozen objects, but we can’t identify them as any type of standard fighters.”
“They’re not of the Sith?” Bastila queried.
“That was our first instinct, too.” Replied the captain. “But none of our scanners recognize them.”
“Perhaps they’re some sort of new module?” Bastila suggested.
“Well, whatever they are, they’re a threat.” Captain Onasi said. “We’re going to try to gun them down.”
“That would be a wise choice Captain Onasi.” Bastila said. “And please, do so quickly. Before they may inflict any further damage.”
“Yes ma’am.” As Bastila spun around, several more shots were heard underneath them. “Fighters, engage!” He shouted over the intercom. A few moments later, nearly fifty more fighters were just outside the view port, in heavy combat with the enemy… whatever they were.
Then, another hit, the biggest so far, was felt throughout the ship. It knocked all standing on the ship over.
“What the hell?! What just happened?” The captain bellowed.
“We’ve been hit by a boarding craft, sir. We don’t recognize this vessel, either”
“Dammit!” Captain Onasi shouted. “Send a security team to meet the infiltrators!”
Bastila looked towards the captain. “Will we be able to repel them?” she asked nervously.
“Of course.” He said reassuringly. “They have hardly ten soldiers on board; we have nearly five hundred.”
“Very good.” Bastila said. Her legs suddenly began to feel weak. She took a step back.
“Is something wrong, ma’am?” Captain Onasi asked. “You look a bit troubled.”
“No, no, captain.” She said quickly. “If you’ll excuse me, I shall return to my chambers.” She turned to face the door, and began walking towards it. As she reached it, however, her lightsaber flew to her hands. In a split second, it was activated.
“Whoa!” Captain Onasi jumped back upon seeing the two golden blades. “What are you doing with that thing?”
“I sense that I am needed at the intrusion.” And with that, she was off.
“Wait, ma’am! Bastila?” she heard him call from behind. She picked up her pace as she heard another large explosion. What’s going on? She wondered. As she turned a corner, she could hear several loud blaster-shots, and what sounded like a lightsaber. She looked towards the battle, and saw the entire security team lying dead on the ground!
In front of her was a Dark Jedi! He snorted at her. “So, this is the Jedi we were sent to kill. Come on over, my friends, see the genuine specimen. Are we really to believe that this woman can possibly decide the fate of the galaxy?” Five more Dark Jedi entered to see her. Bastila glared at him.
“Don’t get cocky now.” Said the biggest of the three. That’s how you lost your arm in the first place.” The Dark Jedi let glowered at him, and then turned back towards Bastila. He charged towards her, lightsaber activated. Bastila tossed her lightsaber into the air, ducked his clumsy swing, caught her lightsaber on the way down, and pulled it through his chest. The Dark Jedi tumbled to the ground. The other five backed up.
“Come on, now.” Bastila said. “Don’t be shy.” She pointed towards one of the smaller ones. “You. Come. Try me.”
He crept forward. He pulled his lightsaber back, and then threw it towards her. She parried it back towards him, with it still spinning. It severed his torso from his waist. Bastila smiled.
“How about you? Hmmm?” She beckoned for the largest one to come over. He activated his lightsaber, and leaped towards her. She began parrying his wild attacks, and easily overwhelmed him. He fell back.
“Well,” he said. “It’s clear you know saber combat. Can you do anything else, I wonder?” He threw the lightsaber towards her, with no spin on it this time. Then he dashed underneath it, and kneed her in the stomach. He grabbed her lightsaber, and easily yanked it out of her hands. Then, he dodged the coming lightsaber. Bastila kicked the saber to the side, and then summoned all of her Force power to her hands. She blew them out in a Force push knocking him into the way, long enough for her to retrieve her lightsaber, and jam it in his neck. After a few short moments, his head rolled to the floor.
The other three looked at her nervously. It was clear that the last Dark Jedi was more than their equal in combat. Bastila deactivated her lightsaber. She calmly walked towards them, then halted about half way there. They all activated their lightsabers, and slowly approached her. After about three steps, Bastila moved back defensively. Then, in a starling maneuver, she lurched forward, flailing her lightsaber gracefully through the air. A second later, she had passed their defenses, kicked off against one of their chests, and landed a perfect back-flip. As the other two attempted to close in on her, she ducked their strikes, causing them to flinch as their blades unintentionally clashed. Bastila then twirled her lightsaber in a circular motion, ending it by moving her blade in an arch, cutting their heads vertically in half.
The final Sith held his position for an awkward moment. The second he moved, Bastila threw the saber straight into his stomach. She retrieved it through the Force, and smiled to herself. A few moments later, Republic Soldiers stormed into the area.
“Whoa!” One of them exclaimed. “You really don’t mess around!” The sergeant gave her a nod of approval, and Bastila headed back to the bridge.
When she arrived, Bastila found the soldiers moving even more frantically than before. She approached the captain slowly, observing him. He seemed to handle pressure well.
“Captain Onasi,” he turned to face her. “The boarders have been dealt with. They were indeed Sith, however not simple soldiers. They were-”
The captain stopped her. “I already know that, Bastila. They tore through an entire security team!” He muttered angrily. “Don’t worry, my men will be prepared if any more if them get on board. I am curious as to why you felt the need to engage them, when they would have been dealt with anyway.”
“Merely to save more lives,” Bastila countered. “I had a vision, however short, that they intended to capture me, and-”
“They intended to capture you, so you went to repel them directly,” Captain Onasi said angrily. “Well, that sure makes a lot of sense.”
“They intended to plant thermal charges, Captain.” Bastila said, equally paranoid. “Now, being a war veteran, you should know what damage one thermal charge can do. Imagine five. Or ten. If I had not acted when I did they would have succeeded in doing so. You must realize this.”
“Are you sure they intended to plant thermal charges, Bastila?” Captain Onasi said nervously. “If so, we’ve got a hell of a lot more to worry about. There were three more boarding crafts since you left.”
“Then I suggest you move quickly to neutralize them.” Bastila said. “We don’t have an awful lot of time to do so. I shall help who I can.” Bastila raced off to find the other boarders.
“How did they find us?” Carth muttered to himself.
With a single stroke of her saber, Bastila decapitated her foe. She glanced to her left, and hurled her lightsaber towards an unsuspecting Dark Jedi. She ducked the strike of another Dark Jedi, and Force pushed him backwards. A Republic Soldier gunned him down while he was stunned.
Corpses littered the floor; the walls were now covered with carbon-scoring. The battle seemed to be over, but a moment later, Bastila heard a shot just above her head.
“Look out!” A soldier shouted, and one more Dark Jedi dropped to the floor. She began deflecting heavy blaster fire, but after a few moments, was overwhelmed. Bastila delivered a final blow through her chest.
“Alright, that’s everyone,” Bastila said. She pulled out a comlink. “Captain, we have repelled the boarders at point C.”
“Good,” he called back. “Fall back to the bridge Bastila, send the wounded to medbay, the others can report back to their dorms. We’ll deal with the dead later.”
“Very well,” Bastila said. “I shall be there shortly.” She instructed the remaining soldiers on where to go, and then left for the bridge.
“We seem to have defeated them.” Carth said to Bastila, as they watched the few remaining fighters jump into hyperspace.
“Have you identified what the fighters were?” Bastila queried.
“So far, we can only say that our scanners did not recognize them as any standard Sith fighters.” Carth reported. “It can only be assumed that they were some sort of new module. The real question is: how did they find us?” Carth said. “Were they waiting here for us to come out of hyperspace to make the transition onto the Hydian Way, or were they tracking us the whole way?”
“Neither of those answers is a good one.” Bastila said worriedly. “This means that Malak, or someone amongst the Sith, knows that we’re coming. Perhaps the assassin, from earlier, was no assassin, just some henchman, placing trackers on our ship to follow us wherever we went.”
“Well, whatever he was doing, it sure cost us a lot of trouble. I hope he was paid well.”
|"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein|
|Revan 411||Dec 10 2008, 11:58 PM Post #8|
|Nice! Looking forward to Chapter 2! Great job!|
|...bman999||Dec 12 2008, 03:08 AM Post #9|
Thanks, Rev. At least SOME people like my works. :angry: Nah, just kidding , just read 'em if you want to.
Alright, this next chapters a bit short, maybethree pages on microsoft, but it's really just some backround on Bastila, and it features PART of a sequence from the game that we should all know very well. It also gives us an EXTREMELY BRIEF look at my main character, Jak Starrunner (No, I didn't rip off JC , just like the name, I used it in one of my first playthroughs.) Enjoy...
Bastila sat down, overwhelmed by the recent events. She could now finally get some rest. She crossed her legs, folded her hands on her lap, and closed her eyes. She immediately began seeing images. Images of peace, images of happiness. Images of the sun, shining down on Dantooine. The wind just touched the tips of the grass, causing it to waver gently in the breeze.
Bastila could almost feel her own presence there. She felt a slight tickling sensation, looked downwards, and saw her bare legs, the grass softly touching them. She looked at the rest of her body, and found it quite as exposed as well. At first, she was startled by her own lack of modesty, but then realized that no one was nearby. No one could see her. She was finally free of all restrictions. In the distance, she thought she could hear running water.
She frolicked gracefully towards the source; a stream, flowing rapidly down a set of small rapids. She began following it in the direction of the water.
When she finally reached the end of it, she found a small pool, with the stream gushing into it, and exiting through various gaps in the rock wall. Suddenly, she felt the urge to enter it. The icy water startled her at first, but she quickly got used to it, and found herself playing like a little girl again.
Her joy was interrupted, when she looked up, and saw the peak of a tall building, almost like the top of a temple. It was the Jedi Temple. She suddenly felt a sense of dread. Memories came flooding into her head. Her home planet, a lush world in the mid-rim, whose name had been lost to her. Her father, standing before her, tears in his eyes, as he said his final goodbye. A firm hand on her shoulder, one she recognized as Zhar’s. Her mother, smiling as she watched Bastila board the small shuttle. Then, she saw Jedi Master Vrook, scowling at her, as he usually did. The constant work, the never-ending feeling that the fate of the galaxy was resting on her shoulders. Something inside her told her she should go back. But she didn’t want to. She turned away.
Bastila quickly left the small pool, and sprawled herself out upon the warm grass. Her eyelids became heavy, and she soon found herself falling asleep.
She awoke hours later, and found that the sun had set long ago. The sky had turned a dim shade of pink, almost red. The clouds loomed ominously over her. She began to get nervous, looking at them. A strong wind caused the trees to sway heavily. It felt like a storm was coming on. Maybe she should have gone back to the enclave, she began wondering.
She started back towards the enclave, but actually found the winds pushing her back. The shadows began to grow around her, and a crimson lightning strike was seen in the distance. Off in the distance, she could just make out the outline of a figure. Whatever it was, it was heading towards her.
Bastila suddenly began to panic. The closer the figure approached, the stronger the wind seemed to get. As the figure closed in, Bastila felt a cold chill. She reached for her lightsaber, but felt only bare skin.
The figure stopped at about a hundred yards away. Bastila could see that it was wearing garnished robes, and what seemed to be a mask. From his figure, she decided that it was a man.
She heard footsteps behind her, and was embarrassed to see three Jedi running up from behind. When she tried to cover up herself, she felt soft robes.
What?! How did these get on me? She wondered. Before she had time to consider the question further, the figure leaped towards them. He landed hardly ten feet away from them. Suddenly, it came all back to her. The Jedi surrounding her, the dark figure… this was the battle that had taken place hardly nine months ago. It was Revan!
She reached for her lightsaber once more, and this time, she seized it. A second later, the single golden blade was emitted. This lightsaber, unlike her current one, was a single-blade. She had only recently fastened the double-bladed one.
“You cannot win, Revan!” She found herself shouting, not particularly to her own will, but more-so due to circumstance. “Your fleet is in disarray, your crew has been obliterated, and you are surrounded!”
The Dark Lord laughed. “FOOLISH JEDI!” His voice boomed, seeming to shake the foundation of the planet itself. “YOU SHALL FOREVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF THE DARKSIDE!” He twirled his lightsaber menacingly. “NOW YOU SHALL MEET YOUR DOOM!”
Bastila braced herself, for she knew what would happen next. A large red beam was seen in the distance, and Bastila watched in horror as it zoomed forward at the speed that Revan charged. She took a step back, and readied her stance. Then, she could see only a white light, and after that, nothing.
She awakened breathing heavily, her heart pounding through her chest. She looked around her, and saw once more, the comforting surroundings of her dormitory. Then, sooner than she’d have liked, she found herself musing about her dream.
What does it mean? Why did it happen now? There had also seemed to have been another presence in the dream, one more realistic, as if it were someone she already knew. She shrugged off the thoughts, and focused on the present. I likely should report to the bridge. She arose, and put on her robe.
“Hello, Captain Onasi,” she said to him as she entered.
“Greetings, Bastila,” he said without looking up from his computer panel. “Sleep well?”
“Jedi don’t sleep, Carth- I mean Captain Onasi,” she nearly called him by his first name. “Well, not often, at least. When we just need rest, we meditate.”
“Point taken,” he said calmly, seeming to adjust to her naturally irritated attitude. “And really, you can just call me Carth.” He said with a warm smile.
“Very well, I shall remember that for future references.” She said. “If you feel so inclined to know, no, I did not “sleep” well. Many restless nights I have endured in the past few weeks, and this one was no different.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Carth said agitatedly, expecting a simple, “Yes I slept fine,” answer.
“Are we almost there?” Bastila asked. “I don’t particularly enjoy space travel.”
“Heh,” Carth laughed. “I seem to be the only one on board this ship who does like space travel.”
“Yes, well,” Bastila replied. “Most of us aren’t quite so eccentric. So, how long was that again?”
“Maybe two hours?”
“Very good. Notify me when we arrive.” Bastila again left for her quarters.
Jak Starrunner looked at his surroundings, confused. He’d had the most peculiar dream. Standing atop a tall steppe, he’d watched a dark figure approach four Jedi, challenge them to a duel, and just as their blades clashed, what seemed like a commit had wiped everyone out.
Ugh, he thought to himself. Maybe I should lay off the stims. He lay down upon his bed, planning to get some much needed sleep.
EDIT: Whoops, guess my italics for the thoughts and stressed words didn't come through. Oh well, just imagine they're there.
|"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein|
|ManofsteelRevan1||Dec 12 2008, 08:47 PM Post #10|
|I like it so far. I look forward to more.|
|Evil does not DIE, It EVOLVES!|
|...bman999||Dec 24 2008, 04:44 AM Post #11|
Thanks! Here's the next chapter, where we finally catch up to the main plot. I suppose it would be possible to skip the prologue and the first two chapters if you wanted to. But this picks up where you start the game. Anyway, enjoy...
Darth Malak stood firmly aboard the deck of the Leviathan, his personal flagship. Standing six feet and six inches tall, weighing nearly three hundred pounds, with a cybernetic jaw, Darth Malak, the Dark Lord of the Sith, was truly a menacing figure. And that was why Darth Bandon approached him so timidly.
“Master,” he said, his voice practically shaking. “Despite the mercenary’s recent success, the mission was in fact, a failure.”
Darth Malak stood up straighter. His arms tensed, and Bandon could see all of the muscles in his back suddenly bulge outwards. The Dark Lord moved his hands toward his lightsaber, and he began tapping at it.
“This is… disappointing,” he said. Bandon was surprised by his response. He took a step back, as if waiting for his master to erupt. Malak’s muscles surprisingly contracted back to their normal size. “Very well. It is of no matter,” he continued. “You made this mess, and you shall be the one to clean it up. Bastila will come to destroy me, but she will be very surprised when she discovers that I am no longer here. Do you know how many ships she brought with her?”
“Only one, milord,” Bandon answered. “Our spies have reported that they expect you to only have the Leviathan at your command.”
“”Ha, ha, ha!” Malak laughed. “The fools actually thought that the Dark Lord would travel with only one ship at his disposal? Oh, they will indeed be surprised when they find my personal fleet in a quarantine of Taris. I actually now feel that the job I leave you with is a bit too easy for my own apprentice. I trust you can handle the situation here, Lord Bandon?”
“Yes, my master.” Bandon said, a bit reluctantly.
“Good.” Malak said. “I shall notify the captains of my departure.” He shoved Bandon out of the way.
“Master!” Bandon had one question. “What if I fail?”
“I think that you very well know the penalty for failure, my young apprentice.” Malak smiled maliciously. “It is a penalty you yourself are quite fond of. However, I trust you will not fail me. And your life is not the only thing you can lose…”
Bandon gulped as he watched his master exit. I cannot fail this mission. He thought to himself. I will kill Bastila… no matter what it takes.
Carth wandered wearily into the bridge, and returned to his command console. He checked the latest scans, and found reports that Malak had recently arrived at Taris. At the speed that the Endar Spire was traveling, it was no wonder they had caught up so fast. However, what worried Carth was the fact that the reports had been from a hyperspace monitor, merely reporting all of the ships that exited the Hydian Way. It was unknown how many allies there may have been at Taris awaiting them.
Granted, the Endar Spire was an incredible ship. It had been custom-built for jobs like this. Nearly three times the size of any normal carrier, it could take on three times the ships any normal carrier could. And it had almost twice the firepower of any other vessel in Republic space. Carth would be very surprised if it somehow was destroyed. And even if it were, keeping the ship intact was not the primary objective. The primary objective of the mission was to exterminate the Sith threat from the galaxy. And if Carth’s sacrifice would give them that, he was alright with that.
“Bastila,” he called up the comlink. “I’m going to need you to come down to the bridge as soon as possible.”
“Understood, Carth,” she confirmed, calling him by his first name. “I shall be there shortly,”
“Good,” Carth said. He returned to the ship’s controls and awaited her arrival. About five minutes later, she entered the bridge.
“Have we arrived?” she queried.
“We’re just exiting hyperspace now,” Carth informed her. “Are you ready for what awaits you here?”
“I am prepared for whatever trials may await,” she said, trying to sound confident. But Carth could hear the fear in her voice. She straightened herself, and gripped her lightsaber.
Carth gently lifted a few switches, and moments later, they could see Taris in the distance However, as they approached, they could see hundreds of ships surrounding the planet.
“Captain?” Bastila asked nervously. “Why are there hundreds of ships surrounding the planet?”
“Er, um…” Carth stuttered. “I don’t know… they appear to be in blockade formation, but… I don’t know what affiliation they represent… ugh, I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Harlio!” He snapped to a crew member. “What class ships are those?”
“One moment…” she said. “Um, sir, they appear to be Sith-Interdictors.” At that moment, all of Bastila’s hopes left her.
“GET US OUT OF HERE!” Carth shouted. He began running around the controls like a madman.
“Sir, our engines are overheated!” a crew member shouted nervously. “Sir, what do we do?”
Carth’s face then went grim. “There’s only one thing we can do, lieutenant. We fight,” His hands fell to his pistols. “It won’t be long now until they send boarding craft, and fighters are swarming all over us. Bastila, we’ll make every effort we can to get you aboard the Leviathan, but I just don’t see that happening. We may just have to move into evacuation procedure.”
Bastila looked down. “I understand, Carth,” She said sullenly. “I shall prepare myself.” And on that note, Bastila turned to leave the bridge. Her lightsaber floated to her hand, and she departed.
Bandon stood proudly at the front of the bridge. He looked at the large ship, and began pondering what their faces looked like now. They had thought that they would find this an easy victory, but now, their fates were sealed.
“Lord Bandon,” a crew member approached him. “The Republic ship attempted to take evasive action, however their engine core was overheated from the recent space travel. They’re practically sitting ducks.”
“Good,” Bandon said. “Position all ships within the area to fire upon them, and…” Bandon stopped, as a sly thought drew upon his mind. “Cancel that last order, Lieutenant.”
“Sir?” the soldier asked, puzzled. “What do you intend to do?”
“Send several boarding craft onboard.” Bandon said deviously. “Sith Master Salfuro will lead them. Instruct them to kill all onboard, save the Jedi girl, Bastila. I want them to capture her, and bring her to me. Then we shall dispose of her.”
“Sir, is it not a bit dangerous to try to capture a Jedi Master?” the soldier dared to ask.
Bandon raised his hand, and closed it. The Sith immediately began clawing at his throat. “Bastila will be dealt with, leave that to me,” Bandon answered angrily. “Just notify Master Salfuro of his mission, and I will not have to crush your throat any further!”
“Yes, milord!” He said petrified by Bandon’s brutality. He stumbled off, looking back, as if checking for Bandon’s approval.
“Oh, Bastila,” he said to himself. “You were a fool to challenge the Sith. Once you are captured, it shall be by my master’s will whether you live or die. Pray he will be merciful.”
“Sir!” A soldier shouted at Carth. “We have just picked up a transmission from the Leviathan. It’s from Lord Bandon…”
“That son of a murglak…” Carth muttered to himself. “What does he want?”
“Sir, I don’t know.”
“Very well,” Carth said wearily. “Patch him through.” A moment later, a holographic figure of the Sith Lord appeared.
“Greetings, Republic scum,” he said wickedly. “We have been expecting you.”
“Why are you here, Bandon?” Carth asked. “Where’s Malak? And how do you have such a fleet with you?”
“Oh, the answer to all of those questions is merely preparation.” He replied. “The Republic is not the only side with spies, you know. My master sensed your arrival, and left, to avoid a needless confrontation with Bastila. He was extremely upset when he learned that my surprise for you had failed in its mission to destroy the ship.”
“Alright,” Carth said. “So what do you intend to do with Bastila? And the ship?”
“Rest-assured, the ship will be destroyed. But the young Jedi girl? I have other plans for her. As we speak, an entire squadron of Sith Fighters is headed your way, along with twenty boarding craft carriers. Enjoy.”
The transmission was cut off. Carth smashed his fist into the console, and shouted at the crew, “Get this ship battle-ready! I want soldiers at every post, and security guarding any possible point of entry!”
The alarm blared itself throughout every corridor of the ship. Soldiers frantically ran through the halls, and Carth’s voice was heard over the intercom nearly every minute or so. Outside, large explosions impacted with the hull of the ship, stirring sleeping soldiers from their deep slumbers.
Jak Starrunner hurried through the halls with a patrol of soldiers to engage the enemy. They approached the door cautiously, as a soft buzzing could just be heard on the other side. The soldiers stood alert, blasters at hand, ready to blow away the first boarders that entered through the door. He looked at his own blaster. He had never felt exactly right when holding one. Jak had always preferred swords. Perhaps he was biased towards them merely because he had been the best duelist in his training unit. He had bested everyone, even the instructors.
“Stand on guard!” The sergeant yelled. “Skyrunner, you take point!” She motioned him towards the front. He obeyed her, ignoring the incorrect surname she gave him. Suddenly, a thin spike cut through the door, and sparks began flying everywhere. Jak jumped back, the sparks just hitting the thigh of his uniform. He leveled his pistol, and aimed it at the door.
A few moments later, the spike had sawed a large rectangle through the durasteel door, and now retracted from it. The large piece of durasteel toppled over, and five Sith Troopers burst through the door. Jak pulled the trigger, and watched one topple to the floor, landing with a thud. Several seconds later, another one fell.
Then, one Sith jumped towards him. He lifted his pistol, and took aim at Jak’s head. Jak ducked, and heard a beam of energy whiz by, barely two inches above his head. He kicked his foot upwards, and brought it into contact with the soldier’s chin. While the soldier was in a daze, he took a shot at his torso. The soldier fell back, and dropped to the ground.
The other two soldiers were already behind him. Jak ran towards them, quickly pulled out his blade, and jammed it through one’s chest. He withdrew the sword from his body, sticky with blood. As the Sith fell, Jak’s attention turned towards the final trooper. He took a shot at the sergeant, and Jak watched in dismay as the heated energy bolt hit her chest. She cried out in pain, and fell to her knees. One Republic Soldier charged towards the Sith, and swung his vibroblade violently at him. His head rolled to the floor. Jak smirked at the fallen Sith, happy that the sergeant had been avenged.
Then, the rapid patter of more footsteps was heard softly from the other side of the hole. The party quickly ran off, not wishing to engage with the enemy.
“Attention!” The soldiers turned their attention towards Carth’s voice over the intercom. “The Sith are threatening to overrun our position. We can’t hold out much longer against this kind of firepower. All hands to the bridge!”
“Alright, you heard the man,” Jak said, taking a temporary position as the leader of the group. “Let’s move!” They all jogged down the hallway, until they had reached the hallways surrounding the bridge. The strange thing was that there had been hardly any encounters with the Sith other then their first one. Perhaps they really could repel them back off the ship. Or perhaps they were just getting lucky.
As they rounded the next corner, however, their luck quickly changed. Nearly a dozen Republic and Sith Soldiers were engaged in a heavy battle. The hallways here formed a perfect four-way-intersection, and soldiers were using them as cover. One Sith quickly sprinted to the other side of a hallway, and slashed his vibroblade wildly at a group of Republic Soldiers. He was gunned down rather rapidly, however one unfortunate Republic Soldier lost everything from his waste down. Jak led the party furiously into the midst of the battle, hoping to turn the tide.
Jak drew his sword once more. He dodged blaster-fire as he charged the Sith soldiers in the hallway across from him. He leaped into midair, and kicked one in the ribs, then spun around and tripped the other. He jabbed his sword down into the stomach of the first, however, Jak quickly found himself tripped as well, and blocked the blade that inevitably came down towards his face. They held their blades there for a few short moments, locked together. The anticipation grew as the moments passed, and Jak slowly felt himself gaining the upper hand. Growing anxious, the trooper took a step back, and suddenly dashed forward. This move surprised Jak, and he moved the blade in a circular motion as it clashed with his opponent’s. The Sith looked up nervously, and watched the blade of his opponents be driven through his skull.
Jak looked at the two bodies, almost proudly. He blanked out his own emotions long enough to hear the shot of a blaster pistol from behind. He was able to duck just in time. He reached for his own pistol, and as he heard the charging of another shot, he fired blindly behind himself. The muffled cry of a Sith Soldier was heard.
All around them, dead bodies lay. He rose to look at the survivors: him and two other soldiers, neither of them from his unit.
“Come on!” One of them motioned for him to follow. Jak obeyed, and caught up with them as they made their way towards the bridge.
“Attention!” They looked up towards the intercom. “Bastila’s escape pod is away! I need all survivors to report to the escape pods immediately. The ship has been set for self-destruct in five minutes, so you don’t have much more time. If anyone can hear me, you might wanna start moving!”
Jak looked towards the other soldiers, with a fearful expression. ”Let’s go!” He roared. They charged through the rest of the ship, avoiding the fleeing Sith, as they headed towards the escape pods.
Good. He thought to himself. At least most of these damn Sith won’t escape. A couple of soldiers tried to gun them down, but they hardly had the time or the care. However, as the small group rounded the next corner, they met someone who did care. A Dark Jedi!
He was heavily engaged in combat with one of the Jedi on Bastila’s strike team, but they it was clear by the way that she was fighting that she wasn’t going to last much longer. As soon as her body was cleaved in half, the Dark Jedi’s attention was turned to the soldiers. One soldier fired her blaster rifle rapidly at him, but it was deflected right back into her face. The other soldier charged at the Dark Jedi, and was able to duel with him for a moment or two, but the Dark Jedi had other tricks up his sleeve. He used the Force to throw the man backwards, and then hurled his lightsaber into his chest.
Jak took a step backwards, and watched in horror as the Dark Jedi crouched briefly, and then leaped through the air towards his opponent. Keeping his stance firm, Jak blocked the Dark Jedi’s blade, but the force behind his jump slammed Jak into the wall. He looked up in a daze, and saw the lightsaber moving towards his knees. Jak jumped over it, and slashed his blade wildly through the air at his enemy’s throat. But the Dark Jedi was too fast. He parried his strike so hard, that he jammed the sword into the wall behind him. Jak ducked the Sith’s next strike, and crawled to the side. He put his leg in a spot that would conviently trip the Dark Jedi. He hit the ground with a thud, but quickly recovered. He chucked the saber at Jak, but missed. In this short period that the Dark Jedi was unarmed, he was able to return his sword to his hand. But the Dark Jedi’s lightsaber was already being pulled back to him through the Force. As Jak’s blade swiftly cut through the Sith’s neck, his saber tore a hole through Jak’s chest.
Jak rolled over to his side, clutching his right breast in pain. Then, he remembered the time limit. With all of his effort, he rose, and was able to charge on. By the time he made it to the escape pod bay, the gap had already begun forming a scab around its perimeter. Captain Onasi caught him as he stumbled into the bay.
“Whoa!” He exclaimed. “Don’t worry soldier, you’re safe now.” He looked behind him, and saw no one else following him. “Er…I’d like to wait longer, but we don’t have the time. He looked towards the console in the corner of the room, and saw that it was at the twenty second mark. “Alright, let’s go!” He dove into the escape, and pulled Jak with him. He activated the controls to eject the pod. Shortly after, the Endar Spire was blown into millions of pieces. Carth bowed his head in respect for his fine vessel. He looked towards Jak. “You got a name, soldier?”
“Yes…yes sir,” he coughed, his eyelids fluttering. “Jak. Jak Starrunner.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Carth said. He saw Jak’s hand clutching his chest, and quickly took action. He helped Jak remove his uniform and undershirt, and gasped when he saw the wound. “Whoa! How’d you get this?”
“A Dark Jedi…” he was cut off by his own coughing.
“Say no more, I got it.” He pulled a first aid kit down from the wall. In just a few minutes, the gash was all patched up. “There,” Carth said confidently. “That should hold you over, at least until there’s better medical service available. If we survive the crash, that is.” He peered out the window, and gazed at the growing planet. He closed his eyes uncertainly, and braced himself for the imminent impact.
Feedback is greatly appreciated, as well as votes for the short stories above. Thanks!
|"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein|
|...bman999||Dec 28 2008, 04:19 PM Post #12|
Here's chapter 4. Enjoy...
A faint image of Carth appeared. Then, it faded out. Jak opened his eyelids briefly, as if checking to see if it were really him.
“Doctor!” He heard his captain shout urgently. “I think he’s waking up!” Jak glanced to his side, and saw smooth durasteel walls. Around him were a dozen or so kolto tanks. They hummed softly as the kolto gushed through them. The sound was a comforting one, one that had come to know very well in this war. He could feel his body begin to relax.
“Hello, son,” a deep voice said. “You’re a damned lucky man, surviving that crash with such a fatal wound.”
Jak mustered together all of his strength, and sat up in his bed. An elderly black man sat at his bed side, staring at Jak peculiarly.
“Who are you?” Jak asked, not recognizing this figure.
“Ah, your confusion is normal,” the man said. “My name is Doctor Zelka Forn, but you can just call me Zelka. You’re in a medical facility, here on the planet of Taris. You crash landed down in the lower city a couple of days ago. You were unfortunately knocked unconscious from the impact, however your companion was able to drag you out of the crash site in all the confusion. By the time the Sith arrived at the scene, you were long gone.”
“Excuse me, the Sith?” Jak queried.
“Taris is under Sith control,” Carth interjected. “The whole planet’s under quarantine; the Sith have declared martial law. No ships can land or take off.”
“Wait a minute, so we’re stuck here?”
“Despite how unfortunate it is, I’m afraid so,” Zelka told him. “You see, Taris is a critical point in this war, being the center of all trade in this section of the galaxy. Whoever controls the planet controls everything that occurs in this area of the Mid Rim. And with your Jedi friend now occupying it, Darth Bandon is giving it everything he’s got to make sure that no ships take off. Therefore they have automated cannons at every checkpoint; if you don’t have the launch codes…BOOM!”
“Well, that’s comforting,” Jak remarked glumly. “You mentioned Bastila?”
“Yes,” Carth came in once more. “Her escape pod crashed far deeper into the lower city than ours did. The Sith are thoroughly inspecting every inch of this planet to find her. They are not going to let her go. That’s why we’ve gotta find her first.”
“Hold on one sec, okay?” Jak stopped him. “Bastila landed in the lower city about a week or so ago, with a far greater crash than ours, and has an entire legion of Sith Soldiers scouring the planet looking for her, and you’re proposing that two lone Republic Soldiers go out looking for her?”
“Now, listen,” Carth said. “I realize that the odds may be slim-”
“Damn right, they are!” Jak interrupted him.
Carth sighed. “Yes, they are slim, but we don’t have any other choice. If Bastila’s dead, then there’s no hope of getting off this rock or getting back to the Republic. And Bastila’s no ordinary Jedi. She has a rare gift known as battle meditation-”
“Yes, I know all about her ability to affect her opponents’ wills to fight in battle, and how vital she is to the war effort. Why else would Bandon be trying so hard to subdue her?”
“Look, we survived the crash landing, so I’m willing to believe that Bastila survived as well. And the swoop gangs down there aren’t going to make this any easier on the Sith, so between all this, a Jedi with the “Force” on their side has a pretty good chance of holding out against this. At least until more help arrives.”
“And I guess that’s us, huh?” Jak finally came around. “Alright, Captain Onasi. What do you propose we do?”
Carth stood up straighter upon hearing his military name. “Well, considering that no other Republic Soldiers were reported surviving, I’d say we’re on our own in this. Zelka has promised that we can use his base as a place of refuge and for medical care, but not much beyond that.”
“Yes,” Zelka finally spoke again. “I’m not big on weaponry and warfare items, so I don’t really keep a supply shop around here. The Sith are already suspicious enough of me with this medical bay here, and I don’t want their suspicions causing them to come and do an inspection of this place.”
“Understood.” Jak replied. “Do you at least know of any weapon shops around here, so we can maybe stock up on our arms?” He glanced quickly at his own clothes, and saw only a pair of loose white pants, and bandages covering the right side of his torso. Carth was still wearing his Republic uniform. “And maybe a new outfit? Just to blend in more?”
“I can supply you with new clothes, don’t worry,” Zelka informed them. “There are Sith patrolling the small streets of Taris around here all day, all week. You take a step out there in those clothes, you’ll have a blaster pointed at your head in no time.
“As for equipment, however, hmmm… the best place would probably be Kebla Yurt’s “Equipment Emporium.” It’s right next to the local cantina, so you can stop there for a drink, and get the latest news on what’s going on in Taris. It’s also a good place to get a little extra cash, though I don’t recommend gambling.”
“Alright,” Carth said. “Thank you Zelka. The Republic won’t forget the kindness you’ve shown us today.”
“Sure, sure, anytime.” Zelka said kindly. “Good luck against those Sith out there. I hope you find your Jedi friend!”
“Um, sorry for interrupting these lovely goodbyes, but, clothes?”
“Oh!” Zelka remembered. “You are correct. Please, step into the back with me.”
“Well, that was pleasant.” Carth said as they left. “I have a feeling that not all Tarisians are quite as kind, though.”
“Man, these clothes are so itchy!” Jak said, obviously not paying too much attention to his superior.
“You should just be happy that you have clothes, soldier,” Carth said a bit agitatedly. He looked to the right and left. On these crowded streets there were tons of shops, stands filled with goods from all around the galaxy. But none of the citizens or shopkeepers were aliens.
“Hey, Carth,” Jak whispered. “How come there are no aliens around here?”
“That’s a sad truth about Taris,” Carth explained. “You see, when Taris was first inhabited, there was a lot of prejudice against aliens. It got to be so, that the aliens were eventually forced into the lower city, doomed to live out a terrible life, scavenging through the garbage dropped by the residents of the upper city. Even today, with our advanced society and system of government, only aliens with a permit are allowed in the upper city.”
“That’s despicable!” Jak exclaimed, a bit louder than he probably should have. People on the streets turned to look at him. Jak looked at his feet.
“You! You there!” One voice came from above the rest. It caught Jak’s attention. He looked to his right, and saw an abnormally short Twi’lek pointing to Jak and Carth. Surprisingly, he spoke Galactic Basic. Jak grabbed his counterpart’s sleeve and pulled him to the side. “Come on, Carth. Let’s take a look at this.”
“Just ignore them,” Carth said, and he began walking off. Jak pulled him back. “Look, if we stop and look at every stand just because a shopkeeper asks us to, we’ll be out here forever.”
“Come on, just this one!”
“Oh, alright,” Carth said reluctantly. They approached the front of the stand. “What do you have here, good sir?”
“I sell the finest of military arms, at reasonable prices as well!” He answered contentedly. He pointed towards a long shelf, covered with various blaster pistols and rifles. “Please, come browse my selection.”
Jak eagerly walked behind the counter. Carth sighed. Jak approached one section, and picked up a small pistol, however with an obscurely long barrel. “Ah, this one’s sleek,” the shopkeeper remarked. She’s good for assassinations, although I can hardly imagine you doing such. A lot of firepower, though, and real quiet.”
“Yes, very nice. Do you have any blades?” Jak asked, looking down the rest of the shelf.
“Well, I have this dagger…” He reached down the far side of the shelf, and pulled a small knife towards them. “Can’t really do much with it, though. Good for throwing though, I guess.”
“Oh,” he glanced off towards the sky, and then looked to see if Carth was done.
Sensing that he was loosing his customers, he made one final effort to get his attention. “Wait just a sec. I think I’ve got something you’ll like,” He kneeled down behind the counter, and began rummaging through the items down there. He came up a few seconds later, holding a metallic blue armband. “Here, I just received this a few weeks ago. They’re currently being used by the Republic and Sith forces in this war, but there are certain…exclusive markets that possess them. It’s called an Energy Shield.”
“I know all about energy shields, sir,” He lifted up his sleeve, revealing the armband. “I think we’re done here.”
“About time,” Carth said. “Come on.”
“Wait, wait. I have plenty of other fine items for you to look at!”
“We’re done.” Jak clarified. As they left, Jak spoke to Carth. “Maybe we won’t stop to look at every stand, Carth.”
“I can agree to that.”
Jak sniffed the air. He could make out the scent of smoked Kath Hound, a major dish in this section of the galaxy. His stomach growled and he looked around longingly.
“You getting hungry, Carth?” Jak asked, hoping that the answer would be yes.
“Why, are you?”
“Maybe,” Jak replied. “I think I smell smoked Kath Hound. We can spare a few credits…”
“We can eat when we get to that cantina. I think you can hold yourself over for now.”
Jak groaned. He understood the urgency of the mission, but Carth was taking it a bit too far. Since they had left Zelka’s medical facility, aside from the brief detour they took with the weapons merchant, they had not stopped once. Not even to rest. And at this point, after nearly seven miles of walking, Jak wouldn’t have minded a brief break.
“You sure we couldn’t just get a ride from one of these air speeders?” Jak asked, hoping for Carth to show some sympathy.
“Come on, Jak,” he urged. “It’s not much further. You can hold out.”
“That’s what you said three miles ago,” Jak pleaded. “Come on, just a quick rest?”
“Alright, I suppose,” Carth said reluctantly. They walked over to the guard rail on the side of the walkway and sat down on it. Jak gazed towards the tall skyscrapers in the distance, then looked off towards the setting sun.
“Carth,” Jak said. “If we’re going to be working together, don’t you think it would be smart if we got to know each other a little better?”
Carth thought for a moment on this. “I suppose you’re right,” he paused again, thinking. “But… how should we start?”
“Just tell me a bit about yourself, if that’s all right,”
“Well, I’ve been a star pilot for the galaxy for years. I’ve seen more than my share of wars. It was only rather recently that I was made captain of the Endar Spire. I fought in the Mandalorian Wars before all this started, but with that said I’ve never seen anything like the slaughter these Sith animals can unleash. Not even the Mandalorians were that senseless!
“My home world was one of the first to fall to Malak’s fleet. The Sith bombed it into submission, and there wasn’t a damn thing our Republic forces could do to stop them!” Carth’s fists were clenched tight, he was breathing heavily.
“I’m- I’m sorry Carth,” Jak stammered, a bit speechless. “This must have been very painful for you.”
“It’s alright- I mean, I’m sorry-” Carth was at a loss of words as well. He sighed. “I’m probably not making that much sense to you, am I? You probably mean well with us getting to know each other better, but I’m just not accustomed to talking about my past very much. At all, actually.
“I’m more used to taking action,” Carth stated. “Keeping my mind focused on the task at hand. So can we just do that?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Jak answered reluctantly. He stood up. “Alright. I think that I’m good. You ready to get going again, Captain?”
“Ready, soldier,” Carth said. “Let’s move.”
Carth approached the large building, and looked at the enormous sign that hung over him. It read, “The Equipment Emporium.”
“Hey, Jak!” He called back to his counterpart. “I think we found it!” Jak looked up from his bench against the guard rail.
About time! He thought to himself. They’d been walking through Taris for over four hours, and had hiked a grand total of thirteen miles. Being a member of the Republic Fleet, he was used to trekking long distances, but he had never gone at the pace that Carth was going. “You sure Zelka didn’t intend for us to ask for an air speeder?”
“I’m positive,” He said teasingly. “Let’s check this place out,” he said as they approached the large building. “I certainly hope it’s big enough.”
As they entered the doorway, there expectations were quickly met. Every square inch was covered weaponry. A lady with a friendly face greeted them as they approached the front desk.
“Why, hello there!” She said cheerfully. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in my shop before. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kebla Yurt. Welcome to the Equipment Emporium,” she said, as she motioned around the room. “You need anything combat related, I’ve got it.” She stopped for a moment, and pondered what she just said. “Well… mostly.”
“Mostly?” Carth asked her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The Sith impounded all of my heavy weaponry; you know, swoop bikes, anything more explosive than a fragmentation grenade, and any gun superior to a light repeating blaster. But I’ve still got three whole floors devoted to weaponry, armor, and medical supplies, if you’re interested.”
“I think we are,” Jak said, already looking for the blades. “How ‘bout it, Carth?” He turned to his counterpart. “You up for some new gear?”
“I believe I am,” he said eagerly. “Let’s go.”
Kebla smiled as they went off to look at her selection, but then called from behind them, “Just so you know, the prices on these items are final. Ain’t no bargaining here. This isn’t a swap meet, got it? I only deal in top notch stuff.”
“Got it!” Jak shouted back. He already could see one thing he would buy.
“Thank you for shopping at the Equipment Emporium,” Kebla said to them as they exited, their arms loaded with new gear. “Come again!”
“Finally, some new weapons,” Jak said to Carth, admiring his new vibroblade. “Here, let’s put it on over here.” They found a dark ally, out of the sight from the citizens, and in just a few minutes, they were ready for battle.
Jak now wore a new black vest, with a new blue shirt underneath. Beneath it, he had a thick layer of armor. In his hand, he clutched a vibroblade, that softly hummed as he held it.
Carth now wore an orange jacket, which covered his entire torso. Underneath it, however, he wore a layer of protective plating, equally as thick as the one Jak now wore. Strangely enough, though, he still held his pistols from the Endar Spire.
They probably have some sort of sentimental value to him, Jak thought to himself.
“Alright, I think we’re all ready for the lower city,” Carth declared. “Let’s start looking for an elevator.”
“Come on, Carth, I think that we can just take an air speeder now, right?” Jak begged.
“No can do,” Carth tormented him. He smiled. “Walking builds character.”
“Well, here it is,” Carth said. “Looks like there’s a guard, though. You sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah,” Jak said confidently. “It’s worth a try at any rate.” He strode towards the door. “Good day to you, sir,” he acknowledged the Sith Guard, as he tried to walk by him.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” He asked Jak. “Passage to the lower city’s restricted to Sith Soldiers and those authorized to go down.”
“I…er- I am authorized,” Jak hoped this would work.
“Very funny.” The Sith said. “Lying to Sith Patrols like this will get you killed. Now I’d advise that you just move along, and don’t come back unless you’ve either got the authorization papers, or you’ve joined the Sith.”
“Well,” Jak said as he approached Carth. “That worked well.”
“Don’t worry soldier. There’s always another way,” Carth said encouragingly. “We’ll figure something out.” He looked towards the dark sky. “It’s getting late. We should go talk to Zelka, see if we can stay at his place.”
“I guess you’re right,” Jak said. He yawned. “I’m getting tired anyway. Do you think we could take-?”
“Nope.” Carth cut him off, knowing what the question would be. “Let’s go.”
“I think we should turn here.” Carth said, pointing to a street that led off to the right. As they turned around the corner, they were surprised to see the street was practically empty. However, down next to a narrow ally, a Sith Soldier stood guard. “Hey, take a look at this.”
As they approached, the Sith leveled his rifle. “Move along, civilians. There’s nothing to see here,” he said, and motioned for them to go.
“Alright, alright,” Carth said, and they began walking off. As they passed the ally, something caught Jak’s eye.
“Wait,” he pointed towards a Rodian pushed up against the wall. “It looks like that Rodian is in the middle of a Sith interrogation,” He slowly began walking back towards the guard. “I think we better check this out.”
“Shouldn’t we be trying to keep a low profile?” Carth asked. Jak didn’t respond.
“You sure there’s nothing to see here?” He asked the guard as he approached. Carth noticed that his blade was in his hand.
“Listen, I warned you once, I won’t warn you again!” He pointed his rifle at Jak’s stomach. “If I were you, I’d back off.”
Jak stopped, and could here a bit of dialogue. “What have you done with those Sith Uniforms?”
The alien responded in his own language, “I know nothing of what you speak. I am just passing through the upper city!”
“Which brings up another valid point: What are you doing up here?” The Sith Commander asked angrily.
“I had to buy food to feed my family!” He cried. “Please! You must understand, we can’t survive down there!”
“If you think survival’s difficult now, just wait until I’m through with you!”
“Stop!” Jak shouted. Carth shot him a glance. Jak gulped, then summoned all his courage. “You can’t kill him. He’s already told you everything he knows.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell!” The Sith said sarcastically. “Haven’t you ever heard of lying?!”
“You can’t tell whether or not he’s lying, but you can’t just kill him!” Jak retorted. “Take him into custody if you must, but killing him is just wrong!”
“Oh, really? You think that you can stop us?”
“I think it’s time to teach this civilian the penalty for defying the Sith.” The guard declared. On that note, Jak drove his sword through the Sith’s stomach, but was unprepared for the Sith Commander charging at him with his own blade. He blocked the Sith’s strike just in time, and ducked his second. Then, they became locked in a fierce duel. Jak eventually got the better of him, and in a spectacular move dove under his next swing, and stabbed him through the chest.
“Well, you handled that adequately,” Carth said, and kicked the body.
“Oh, thank you, good sir!” The alien cried happily. “I have no idea what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come along to help me!”
“I have a pretty good idea…” Carth muttered to himself.
“I couldn’t just let them kill you. They had no evidence.” Jak said. “Don’t worry about the bodies. We’ll take care of them.”
“I am eternally in debt to you,” the alien said. “Thank you once more!” Then, he ran off. Jak looked at the bodies, and then got an idea.
“Hey, Carth,” he said happily. “I think we found a way around that Sith Guard.” He smiled as he looked at the fallen Sith.
|"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein|
|ManofsteelRevan1||Dec 29 2008, 04:22 AM Post #13|
|Please continue. Its pretty good.|
|Evil does not DIE, It EVOLVES!|
|...bman999||Jan 10 2009, 08:03 PM Post #14|
Sorry this one took so long . Here's Chapter 5...
“This thing’s a bit musty,” Jak murmured as he slipped the heavy armor plating on over his garments. “I don’t think the Sith ever clean these uniforms.”
“Judging by the smell, they don’t shower, either,” Carth remarked, making a face as he pulled the helmet on over his head. “Do you really think that this will work?”
“Why wouldn’t it?” Jak answered. “We’ve got uniforms, and I really don’t think that they’re going to do security examinations. And what other option do we have?”
“I suppose you’re right,” Carth sighed. He stood up, now in a full suit of Sith armor. “Let’s do this.”
Jak peered out of the ally, and looked around for any witnesses. He doubted that anyone on Taris would mind if a couple of Sith were killed, but you could never be sure if a citizen wouldn’t exchange a bit of information to earn a few extra credits. “All clear,” he confirmed to Carth. “I think we can move out.”
They quickly located a garbage shoot, and tossed the two Sith bodies down it. Jak didn’t really approve of it, but considering what they were going to do to that alien, he couldn’t hold too much sympathy for them. And this was the most efficient method to getting rid of the bodies.
“Well, now we need to find that elevator.” Carth exclaimed. “Ready for another walk?” Jak scowled at him through the visor.
Despite all the commotion and activity during the day, Taris was actually pretty peaceful at night. Obviously some pedestrians still wandered through the streets, and there was a good bit of traffic, but for the most part, things were quite serene. Aside from the smell of the suit, Jak actually found himself enjoying this walk.
“This is it,” Carth said, pointing to the elevator. A large overhang hung over it, to provide shelter for the guard. “Let’s make this good.”
They approached the Sith Guard cautiously, almost anticipating him to pull his weapon on them, and accuse them of treason. “Well,” the guard said. “I don’t see too many recruits like you out here at night. What’s your assignment?”
“Um…” Jak looked at Carth, hoping for some support. Carth didn’t respond. Jak turned back to the guard. “You know… um…we were sent down by the commander to investigate…” He looked at his uniform. “…some stolen uniforms!”
“Oh,” the Sith said. “I was unaware that any had gone missing.”
“Well, er… it’s classified!”
“What?!” The guard said, almost angrily. “Then why are you telling me? If it’s classified then you keep it to yourselves!”
“Oh, um, right,” Jak stammered. “Sorry, I…forgot?” He winced at his explanation. His hand inched toward his blade, anticipating what the Sith’s next response would be. Why isn’t Carth helping me? He wondered.
“You forgot?” The guard asked derisively. He chuckled to himself. “You new at this soldier? I could almost assume you stole those uniforms.”
Jak took a step back. “Um… yeah....” he said hesitantly. “We’re new at this.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I won’t tell your Commander, but you gotta be more careful about following your orders. If something’s classified, it’s top secret. You tell nobody. You’re just lucky I’m not fond of the Sith Empire.”
“Of course. Thank you…sir.”
“Be careful down there.” The guard pointed towards the elevator. “Those gangs will take a shot at anybody; even us.” He sighed. “It’s too bad we don’t have the manpower to just clean ‘em out.”
“Don’t worry.” Carth finally interjected. “We might not be too good with command, but we’ve got combat handled.”
Oh! Now you talk! Jak thought angrily.
“Good luck.” The guard turned to open the elevator. He patted Jak on the back as they entered the elevator. As soon as they were both inside, the door slid shut. The night sky of Taris disappeared, along with all the light. The elevator was now pitch black.
“You know, it would have been nice if you’d given me some backup,” Jak said to Carth, his arms folded.
“I did, when it was appropriate.”
“What do you mean, appropriate?” Jak asked, his voice rising. “That Sith was on the verge of accusing us of being traitors!”
“It would have been just as suspicious if I had chimed in. You have to realize that!”
Jak sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He felt around for the wall, and then leaned against it. “So,” he said. “What do we do once we get down?”
“Well, I would think we start looking for Bastila.”
“No sight-seeing?” Jak grinned jokingly, even though with a Sith helmet, and the elevator being pitch black, there was no way Carth would be able to see it. “Carth, do you think it would be alright if we take off these suits now?”
“Yeah, I suppose.” Carth said. The clinking of metal plates could be heard as they removed their bulky suits in total darkness. “This elevator’s moving faster than it feels. We should touch the ground in only a matter of minutes.”
“And then it’s ‘bye bye peace and quiet’,” Jak said. He pulled off the leggings of his armor, and stuffed it into his pack. “Glad to be out of that nightmare suit. I can finally breathe fresh air.” He took a whiff of the air in the elevator, and buried his face in his elbow. “Ugh!”
“Not much better out here.” Carth laughed as he heard the soldier claw through his pack for the helmet. “This might be what the entire lower city smells like.”
“How can you breathe that air?!”
“Eh, I’ve breathed worse.” Carth’s voice trailed off.
“When did you ever breathe air worse than this?” Jak asked, his voice now rusty and muffled again by the helmet.
“Telos…” He said softly.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Carth said. “You were just wondering.” He sighed. “The planet was in ruins, the land was scorched. The dying were everywhere…thousands of bodies ablaze. Wasn’t pretty. Or fragrant, for that matter.”
Jak looked down, at a loss for words. There was a lengthy period of silence between the two of them. After a few moments, the silence was broken by a loud thud. They had reached the ground.
“Well, that was a nice ride,” Carth said. “If you’ve still got that helmet on, you might want to take it off. I doubt the locals will take kindly to a Sith Patrol.”
Jak scrambled to get the bulky headgear off, and was able to jam it into his pack just as the rusty metal doors slid open. What they saw hardly came as a surprise to them.
The streets were extremely crowded; many civilians chatted in small groups on the sides. Many booths lined the streets, the owners selling contraband to shady-looking customers. Garbage lined the grimy streets, and the corroded lining on the walls of the buildings was peeling off. Off down a dark alley, a drunken Aqualish was harassing a Sith Guard.
“So…” Jak looked at Carth. “This is the lower city?” Carth nodded unhappily. “You know, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. Not as many gangs.”
“Well, I’d presume that’s because-” Carth began, but was interrupted by a Devaronian salesman.
“Hey! Guess what! I got a nice box of Death Sticks right here! You wanna buy?” Jak stared him down, his gaze causing the merchant to grow anxious.
“I think that you know the answer to that,” he said, then pointed to his blade. “Go on, get moving.”
“Well,” Carth commented as he scurried off. “Can’t exactly say that I approve of your method, but if it saves us from some needless advertising, I’m fine with it.”
The noise, the lights, the people…Jak wasn’t used to this many felons smugglers. It all came in so fast. “Guess we’re not making any headway standing here.” Carth startled him. “We better get a move on.” He walked over to a manmade canyon, that looked as though it was a runway for swoop bikes. Across it, there was a large building, with a domed roof, and holographic Twi’lek dancers being projected from the top. Next to it, a large durasteel sign read, “Javyar’s Cantina.”
“Hmm,” Jak observed. “I’d bet there’s an information booth in there.”
“And maybe some news on Bastila’s whereabouts,” Carth came in. “Let’s check it out.” They headed towards the bridge that connected the two streets. Suddenly, a scream was heard, followed by a loud blaster shot from down an alley. The horde of citizens’ attention was turned, and a brief silence came upon them. A few moments later, a second cry was heard. Then, the words were uttered: “It’s the Black Vulkars!”
Panic erupted in the crowd, and it quickly transformed into chaos. Aliens ran in every direction, searching for cover. Jak and Carth stood in the middle of it all, not understanding what the magnitude of the threat was.
“The Black Vulkars?” Jak wondered. He looked at Carth, who shrugged, just as puzzled. Within hardly a minute, the streets were nearly empty, all the citizens had evacuated. Only a few bold aliens remained.
“I have a bad feeling about this…” Jak said, looking around uneasily. He brought his blade up, and stood at the ready. Carth aimed his pistols at a nearby ally, waiting or some sort of action to take place. Suddenly, a yelp of pain was heard. A Duros’ corpse landed on the ground a few meters away from them.
“I think it might be a good idea if we get out of here,” Carth commented. Then, from down an alley, two Weequay appeared. Behind them, a Rodian and human emerged from the shadows. Finally, to the left, two Twi’leks appeared, easily distinguishable that they were male and female.
“Beks are nothing but Bantha Fodder!” The male Twi’lek shouted. “The Vulkars are stronger!”
“You think you know about strength?!” A taunting voice came from beside them. Jak turned, and saw that one of the street thugs who had remained was the speaker. “We’ll teach you what strength is!” He drew his vibroblade and charged the male Twi’lek. His female counterpart gunned him down in seconds.
“We have you surrounded!” The male Twi’lek shouted again. Jak inferred that he was the leader. “Surrender, and your deaths will be quick.”
“We’ll make you the same offer, Kendon,” an Aqualish mocked him. “Although I can’t guarantee it would be painless.”
“I don’t think so,” Kendon replied. “You may kill them, my darling.” He said to the female. She grinned with delight. In a flash, she had an enormous blaster rifle in her arms. She pointed it at the Aqualish who had dared to make a comeback.
“Take cover!” He roared. A vast energy projectile came flying towards him. He dove to the right just as it zoomed past. It soared over the cannon behind him, and made a large explosion as it intercepted the platform on the other side. The Aliens sprinted off to the side, dodging blaster fire from their opponents. Two of them were gunned down. The Aqualish was able to cut down two “Vulkars,” and moved forward to attack the leader. The female intercepted him, and clashed blades with him.
The other four Vulkars broke into fierce combat with these “Beks.” Jak and Carth chose to side with the Beks when one of the Vulkars took a shot at them. Jak sprinted forward and cut the fool’s blaster in half. There was then an electrical problem within the blaster, and it started spouting plasma everywhere. Just a second later, it exploded, and sprayed plasma on everyone nearby. The Vulkar was left without any arms, and fell backwards onto the ground, unable to get up. Jak looked at him, almost with a sense of pity. He turned away, leaving him incapacitated.
Carth got into a fierce firefight with one of the Vulkars further away from them. He took a shot at one of his legs, and watched contentedly as he fell. But a mere leg wound wasn’t enough to keep the Vulkar from fighting back. Carth dodged the next blaster bolt just in the knick of time. But he didn’t see the Vulkar taking aim again. By the time he saw the energy blast flying towards his head, it was meters away. He dove to the floor, and flinched as some of the plasma spattered onto the back of his head.
From his laying down position, he pointed his left hand blaster towards the Vulkar’s head, and fired. The Vulkar screamed in agony as his life was ended.
Carth rose, the back of his head still tingling form the plasma. He looked around, and saw that all the Vulkars except for the Twi’leks were down. And among the Beks, only the Aqualish remained. He was still locked in a duel with the two Twi’leks. Although from the way he was fairing, it was obvious he wouldn’t last much longer.
Feeling a sudden sense of compassion for the alien, Jak charged the two Twi’leks, screaming wildly, hoping to divert their attention away from the alien long enough for him to get the upper hand on them. The female, presumably the male’s bodyguard and mate, was focused on him in a heartbeat. Her blaster carbine was back in her hands, leaving Kendon to fight the Aqualish. She aimed it steadily at Jak as he ran, but just as she was about to fire, a blaster bolt from Carth flew swiftly over Jak’s shoulder and into her chest. She cried angrily, and fell to her knees. She scrambled backwards, and leaned against the building behind her.
Jak continued his charge, and just as he was a couple meters away, leaped into the air, nearly five feet high, and came down full force, with his blade extended. Remarkably, the female blocked the blade with her own. She could not maintain the force however, so she jerked it to the side, causing both of their blades to spin off to the side. She then caught both his feet as he landed, pulled her own legs through the arch her arms created, placed them on Jak’s chest, and repelled him off of her. He flew back a couple of meters, and looked up in amazement at what this woman was capable of.
She spun around and hopped upwards. Jak crawled toward his blade hurriedly, fearing what her next strike would be. As his hand made contact with the blade, however, her foot made contact with his hand. She applied her surprisingly high weight to his hand, and beamed with joy as he screamed. She wagged her finger at him, and picked him up by the throat. What she forgot, though, was that even though Jak’s hand may have been in pain, it was still grasping his blade. With his free hand, Jak wagged his finger at her, and swung the sword at her stomach.
Her crippled body fell, and Jak was free. Beside him, Kendon stood over the fallen Aqualish. Carth aimed his two blasters at Kendon, who put his hands in the air. He didn’t notice the small sphere in his hand, however. He flung it toward the ground, and a mixture of smoke and gas flew out of it. He sprinted to his nearby swoop bike, and moments later, he was gone.
Jak and Carth looked at each other silently. Jak then remembered the Aqualish fighter. He looked at the brave alien, and then looked back at Carth, who shook his head. Jak glared at him, and disregarded his superior’s orders.
“You alright?” Jak asked. He looked at the gash in his chest where Kendon had driven the blade into.
“Ugh…” he groaned. “I think I might make it.” He looked at Jak, who leaned over him nervously. “You a member of the Hidden Beks, human?”
Jak shook his head, confused.
“Hmm, well, you’re one hell of a fighter. Those Twi’lek wenches have been causing us hundreds of casualties in this war. I was beginning to wonder of anyone would ever get the best of them.”
“The male escaped.” Jak said shamefully. “I’m…sorry.”
“That’s a shame,” the Aqualish replied in his hoarse voice. “He’ll find another bodyguard, eventually. Although I really have to hand it to you, I really didn’t think you were gonna make it against her. She’s a tough one.”
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Join the Hidden Beks?” His tusks moved up and down, and a snorting noise came out. Jak assumed that he was laughing. “There’s not really anything else, except maybe delivering this merchandise to Gadon Thek. He felt around on his back, and his eyes suddenly widened. “Where is it? Where is it?!”
“What?” Jak asked nervously.
“You see a large pack anywhere?” Jak looked around, and couldn’t see any sign of one. He shook his head. “Dammit!” The Aqualish slapped his knee. “Kendon must of gotten it.”
“What was it?”
“Er…I really can’t say. But it was important! Kendon must have been looking to hijack it form the start.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“It’s probably a good thing you don’t.” He grabbed Jak’s hand, and stood up. “I better get going. It’s not good to be wondering these streets alone after dark.” He looked around, and saw only Carth standing nearby impatiently. “Be careful out here. If you see that Twi’lek again, gut him on sight.” He strode toward the side of the street, just next to the canyon, and hopped over the side. Moments later, a swoop bike zoomed off.
“Well, we just had our first gang fight,” Jak said to Carth as he approached him. “I think we should hurry to that cantina, get off these streets before there’s another one.”
“You’re right,” Carth said. “Let’s go.”
Let me know what you think.
|"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein|
|...bman999||Jan 28 2009, 11:26 PM Post #15|
Alright, this is either a preview or deleted scene of chapter VI. I'm really thinking about scrapping this, since it's not exactly plot important, and it kinda ruins Canderous' surprise about how to escape Taris. I will be doing things a bit differently when it comes time for the escape, but.. you'll see.
Anyway, I'd like to hear your opinions on what I should do with this scene.
Javyar the Hutt: (Remember, non-canon )
In the next room, there were many menacing figures, each one looking as deadly as the next. They appeared to be bounty hunters. In the corner of the room, surrounded by many gorgeous Twi’lek dancers, lay a large Hutt. Jak and Carth approached him cautiously, knowing very well from prior knowledge how dangerous Hutts could be.
A bodyguard got between them and the Hutt. He took out a long electro-staff, and moved it threateningly. Taken aback by the security, Jak and Carth hesitated.
“What is your business with the all powerful Javyar?” It asked in a rusty voice. It appeared to be a droid.
“We wish to speak with the…mighty and wise Javyar,” Jak stuttered over his words. “We are searching for information.”
“Very well,” it said. “One moment…” It turned to Javyar, and bent over to whisper in his ear. Jak and Carth waited patiently.
“You know,” Jak said. “I never really understood how the Hutts have so much power in today’s galactic affairs. I wouldn’t work for one of those tubs-a-lard.”
“That’s just another instance where brains beat bronze,” Carth responded. The droid then returned.
“My master agrees to speak with you,” it said. “Come.”
“So,” the Hutt said in his native language as they approached him. “What is it that you want from me, the all powerful Javyar?”
“You’re Javyar?” Jak asked.
“Of course I am!” He answered, a bit enraged. “What did you think I was, some crazed lunatic selling speeder insurance?! Yes, I am the all powerful Javyar, and that is how you shall address me from this point forth!”
“Alright, alright! Listen, we just came here for information.”
“Information is twenty-five credits apiece.”
“Whoa!” Jak exclaimed, startled by what they were charging for information. “Twenty-five credits apiece? So if I ask you four questions, you’re going to make me pay one hundred credits?”
“Actually, you’d pay one hundred, then you’d ask me four questions.” He grinned deviously, showing his grimy teeth, and held out a small hand.
Jak sighed. “You know, you’re gonna lose a lot of business this way.” He felt around in his pocket. Nothing. He looked hopefully towards Carth. Carth was able to find seventy-seven credits.
“Hopefully we won’t need these credits later on,” he remarked as he handed Javyar the first twenty-five credits. Javyar smiled gratefully as he counted the credits. He gestured at Carth to continue once he was finished counting. “Do you know anything about the Republic Escape Pods that crashed down in the undercity?”
“Oh, those…well, they landed in sector 42B, about two miles east of the outcast village. Although, if you’re hoping to salvage anything from them, you’re a bit too late. Those Vulkars scraped them clear of everything. They even beat Davik’s men to it! I’d be surprised if the frame of the escape pod is still there.”
“Dammit!” Jak said, he smiling slyly at Carth. “We were hoping to make some big credit off of those escape pods! Ah, well.”
Spotting an opportunity, Javyar quickly jumped in. “Hey, if you’re looking for some money, Davik just sent in at least twenty more bounties. Check at the bounty office if you want to hunt them down…they’re eight-hundred credits apiece.”
“Um, we’ll keep that in mind,” Carth said. He counted out another twenty-five credits. Jak looked inquisitively at Carth, wondering what his next question would be.
“Listen, we know about the auto-cannons at every checkpoint, but is there any way at all to get off this world?” He asked as he handed over the credits.
“Hmm, that’s a common question in here,” he said. “You know, I usually give folks the typical answer: No. But if you’d be willing to chip in an extra five credits, I might be able to tell you a way…”
Carth sighed. “Why don’t you just tell us anyway, since we paid the fee for a question?”
“Because, then I’d be cheating all my other customers, and I hate doing dishonest business,” his large eyes darted around wildly, and then he lowered his voice. “And this is illegal stuff. I know it might not seem like it, but most of my business here is legal. Five credits aren’t too much anyway.”
“This is ridiculous!” Carth exclaimed. But despite his claim, Carth pulled out another five credits. “How?”
“Alright, here’s the deal,” he looked around once more, than lowered his voice even more. “Can any typical person on Taris leave?” He waited for them to answer, although it was quite obvious.
“No.” They said in unison.
“Right. Easy question: No!” He paused, for no apparent reason. “But can a Sith leave? Yes!”
“So, you’re proposing we steal a Sith Fighter?” Carth asked unsurely.
“What?! No, stupid human!” Javyar was clearly opposed to that idea. “Sith Fighters are short range, if they go further than their restraint trackers allow, they’ll blow up! Unless you’re not planning on leaving the system, you’d need a different route.”
“Well, how would we do it, then?” Jak demanded, finding the Hutt’s elusiveness to be increasingly annoying. “How else would we get off-world without the Sith blowing us up?”
“You see, it’s not the ship that makes you invulnerable to being fired upon by the Sith ships, it’s what has in it,” Javyar explained. Jak and Carth looked at each other, perplexed. “Launch codes! You humans are such a slow race. I don’t know how you’ve survived this long!”
“How would we get the launch codes?” Carth asked. “I hope you don’t mean we’d have to get them off of a Sith Fighter. Once they’re imprinted into the control panel, they’re impossible to get out. At least without an expert slicer.”
“No, I don’t mean that you’d steal them off a fighter. If you’d let me finish now…” he paused again, waiting for any signs of objection. “Good. In the Sith base here, there’s a console that transmits a signal to transponder cards. As the responder cards are manufactured, it imprints the signal onto them. And there’re your launch codes.”
He looked at them, as if waiting for some sort of praise for his knowledge. He received none. Reluctantly, he continued. “If you broke into the Sith base, all you’d need to do is get a hold of one of those cards, imprint onto your ship’s ID signature, and you’re one of the Sith. However, there is one more problem. If you don’t respond when the Sith contact you for your operating number, they’ll send out an entire squadron of Sith Fighters to take you down.”
“So basically this would all be for nothing?” Carth said angrily. “Then why’d you make us give you the credits?!”
“Look, you wanted to know, I told you.” Javyar said. “I wasn’t going to tell you the knowledge was worthless just because it would have been the honorable thing to do.”
“But you said you were an honorable business man!” Carth shouted.
Sorry Chapter VI is taking so long, guys, I'm working on it. Proof above. Feedback appreciated. Thanks!
|"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein|
|1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)|
|Go to Next Page|
|« Previous Topic · Fan Fiction · Next Topic »|