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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/26/05 4:54pm Subject: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	Title: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith Author(s): Lord_Zeron Timeframe: Approximately 24,400 years B.B.Y. Characters: Original Characters Genre: Adventure Keywords: Jedi, Sith, Force Swords, Force Summary: (See below) Notes: The first of three parts. A war that takes place long before the birth of any of our heros, just a few centuries after the Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic are born. One that may lay the foundation of the galaxy for many years to come... Over two dozen millennia before the rise of Palpatine and the birth of Luke Skywalker, the GALACTIC REPUBLIC has just recently been formed. With the discovery of hyperspace, and numerous other technological achievements, the galaxy is receiving the first signs of order in recent memory. Springing from a group of philosophers, the JEDI KNIGHTS have declared themselves as the guardians of peace and justice throughout the Republic, and have won a place in the hearts of countless citizens. But a single Jedi Knight has fallen to the lure of the dark side, and thus started the first war of the Jedi, forever to be known as the GREAT SCHISM. After a hundred years of endless fighting between good and evil, light and dark, the Jedi at last emerge victorious. But two dozen Dark Jedi, the last of their kind, remain in the captivity of the Jedi Order. Now, the JEDI COUNCIL, located on the planet Coruscant, must determine the fate of these prisoners, and thus the fate of the entire galaxy... Dramatis Personae (Main Characters in blue) AD-01; Exchange Administration Droid (masculine droid) Ajunta Pall; Sith Lord (male human) Allen Zen-Dura; Jedi Padawan (male human) Cimmeck; Exchange Overseer (male Dashade) Hennez; Sith Apprentice (male Mandanian) Jerrik Kreth; Dark Lord of the Sith (male human) Mecro; Sith Apprentice (male Mandanian) Merhanda Goto; Exchange Leader (female human) Minnor; Mandattan General (male Mandanian) Ommit Nevrar; Bounty Hunter (male human) Satra Zen-Dura; Jedi Padawan (female human) Savel Qel-Droma; Jedi Master (male human) Tulak Hord; Sith Lord (male human) Yaskor; Sith Overlord (male Sith) Author's Foreword: This is a story about the origin of the Sith Order -the original Sith order- and one of their first conflicts with the jedi. I figured that if I set the story back in time, I could do almost anything I wanted without making it an AU. I've carefully planned out the entire book (which will eventually consist of three parts), so I'm not just making this up as I go along. I've enjoyed writing this story, at least so far, so I hope that everyone enjoys reading it just as much. This is my first story here, so I hope I did everything right. And all questions, comments, concerns, issues, problems, or suggestions are both welcome and appriciated. I look forward to reading your feedback. Because my chapters are rather long (about 8 pages in MS Word) I'm probably going to post two chapters per week, on every Tuesday and Friday. If anyone thinks this is either too often, or not often enough, just say so and I'll consider changing it. Without any further ado, let us begin the epic adventure of two young jedi, and their master, who have taken on what seems like an uncompletable mission. STAR WARS:The Lost War Part I: Rise of the Sith Chapter I: Trials The 12 members of the Jedi Council were today gathered in full. They each sat in one of the custom-made chairs that were equally spaced around the circular room. Master Franeth Qel-Droma, the spokesman of the Jedi Council, sat in the seat directly opposite the door. He was an old human jedi, at least seventy years of age. Yet his mind was still sharp, and he was considered to be one of the wisest of the order. He was completely bald, except for a short gray mustache, and a circle of white hair around the back of his head. To Franeth’s right sat his younger brother, Savel Qel-Droma. Savel was a full decade younger than the Jedi Spokesman. Like his brother, he was considered to be very wise and talented with the force, but Savel tended to have a more half-empty view on life, compared to his optimistic brother. To the left of Franeth Qel-Droma sat the alien jedi Ist’Dreeeesha’Morrrecell, also a prominent member of the council. The nine other masters of the jedi council stretched across a range of species, ages, and genders. All of the council sat calmly, waiting for the spokesman to begin the conversation. “Before we begin, I have something to say,” the old master began. “I understand what these people have done to the jedi. We have fought for a hundred years to bring about their end. And now that we have at last won the war known as the Great Schism, we have ensured that the jedi will remain the guardians of the Republic for years to come. But, as you all know, the war is not completely over. It will not be over until those dark jedi who survived the Schism are tried, and punished. As the trials commence, I beg that you remember that everyone deserves a chance for redemption, and that there is good in every soul. Do not aim to please the masses of the jedi, nor the masses of the Republic. Aim to do what is right, and to follow the will of the force. We must give them a fair trial, and then make our decision very carefully. Agreed?” “Agreed,” the rest of the council said in unison. “Good,” Qel-Droma replied. He then touched the button imbedded into the arm of his chair. The speaker next to it beeped to life. “You may bring them in,” he said. The jedi knight on the other end obeyed, and opened the door to the Council Room. A half dozen jedi knights escorted in half as many dark jedi. These three, by the names of Jerrik Kreth, Tulak Hord, and Ajunta Pall, had been chosen as the representatives of the twenty-four dark jedi who survived the war. Once they were all in the room, two of the jedi knights closed the Council Room doors, to wipe all thoughts of escape from the dark jedi’s minds. “Tulak Hord, Jerrik Kreth, and Ajunta Pall,” Master Qel-Droma said to the three defendants. “The three of you have been brought before us today to represent your fellow dark jedi for your crimes against the Jedi, and the Republic, during the Great Schism. What do you say to this?” Jerrik Kreth stood strait and tall between the two others. Pall and Hord were both slightly nervous at what would happen to them, but they hid it well. Kreth took a deep breath and then spoke in his powerful, and yet calm, voice. “I say that we stand strong by our decision. You jedi aren’t fit to clean the dirt off of our boots-” “Please keep all insults to a minimum,” Master Ist’Dreeeesha’Morrrecell interrupted. “You aren’t even worthy of our hate,” Hord spat at the council. “The dark side is more powerful than any of you fools could ever image. Darkness will rise again, and it will prevail. The dark side of the force can never truly be defeated.” “Then you wish to take full responsibility for your crimes?” Master Qel-Droma asked, still remaining calm. “If it is a crime to take pride in one’s own beliefs then yes, we do,” Kreth retorted. Master Savel Qel-Droma answered this one. “It is not a crime to take pride in your own beliefs, no. But when these beliefs involve the massacring of jedi knights, then yes, it is considered a crime, and shall be punished as such.” “There is nothing you can do to us that will make us regret our crimes,” Ajunta Pall said, speaking for the first time. “Good,” Savel Qel-Droma responded. “Then you should have no problem with me proposing your immediate execution.” “Now, now, brother,” Franeth Qel-Droma scolded. “Everyone has a chance of redemption, no matter what their past actions may be.” “Spokesman Qel-Droma speaks the truth,” another council member agreed. “Yet, still they are a threat to the jedi,” yet another master protested. The dark jedi seemed currently content to just stand there and watch the council dispute their punishment. “I propose that we cut them off from the force.” “That sounds good to me,” Savel Qel-Droma approved. “Severing a connection to the force is reserved for only the most severe of cases,” the other Qel-Droma brother argued. “I, for one, think this qualifies,” one of the other council members said. “As do I,” commented Jerrik Kreth, sarcastically. The council seemed to have forgotten that the dark jedi were in the room. All heads turned back to the defendants. “I think we must not forget the true purpose of this trial,” Master Ist’Dreeeesha’Morrrecell said. “These people have killed countless Jedi in combat, not to mention the millions of innocents. Yet they still must not be punished simply for punishment’s sake. Let us make this decision carefully.” “Agreed,” one of the other council members said, a bird-like alien who was called Sefece. She never spoke much, and when she did it was in riddles. “We must listen to the force, and follow it’s will. The force is speaking to us even now, telling us the proper decision. All we have to do is listen.” “And what does the force say to you?” Master Franeth Qel-Droma asked Sefece. The latter tilted her head to one side. “It says that I should not tell you what it tells me.” “I say we interrogate the dark jedi,” Savel Qel-Droma suggested suddenly. “Very well,” Master Franeth Qel-Droma said, leaning back in his seats. “But we must debate this with utmost care.” He then turned to the defendants. “We are curious; what do you think you deserve?” “I have an idea,” Pall said. “What if you were to give us an air speeder, count to three, and then say ‘Go’. Then you would give us a thirty second head start to escape. If you caught us, we would fight to the death. If we escaped, we would be free.” “Very humorous, but under no circumstances will we set you free,” Master Savel Qel-Droma responded. “On the contrary,” his brother said, crossing his fingers in front of him. He appeared to have an idea. “I think I have a fitting punishment for you.” “Oh, please, don’t keep us in suspense any longer,” Kreth said with no hint of sincerity. Master Qel-Droma ignored him. “What if we were to banish them from the republic for all time? They would be allowed to live their lives as normal citizens of the galaxy. But if they ever set as much as a foot inside republic space, they will be killed on that spot.” “I hardly think this is the time for humor,” the other Master Qel-Droma said. “Oh, I’m quite serious, brother. I think exile would do them some good. Does anyone agree with me?” Ten hands were raised, although three of them were by the dark jedi. That still left seven hands, plus Spokesman Qel-Droma. A total of eight votes, two-thirds of the council, was considered a majority. Master Ist’Dreeeesha’Morrrecell was among those who voted for the idea of exile, but Master Savel Qel-Droma did not. “This is outrageous!” he shouted. “Brother, please calm down,” Franeth Qel-Droma cautioned. “No! They cannot be allowed to escape!” “They deserve a chance at life-” “You would risk the future of the jedi for a few dozen followers of the dark side?!” “Enough!” Ist’Dreeeesha’Morrrecell interrupted. “We can discuss this matter further in private. The vote was enough; they are free.” “He is right,” Master Franeth Qel-Droma said. He turned his gaze to that of the jedi guards. “Stun the dark jedi, and schedule them on the next freighter to the Outer Rim. And make sure that they are on the freighter before it leaves.” “Yes, master,” one of the knights said. He took the stun-blaster from his belt and three shots later the dark jedi lay unconscious on the council room floor. Two jedi knights grabbed each of them and took them out of the room. “Brother, do you not realize what you are doing?” Savel Qel-Droma continued as soon as the jedi knights had closed the doors behind them. “Savel, we have done the right thing. There are more than enough jedi to kill them should they ever have the nerve to return again. And they are not fools, they wouldn’t think of disobeying our ruling. We spared their lives, and I doubt they would give up such a gift so easily.” “Master Qel-Droma,” another council member said, addressing the spokesman. “Do you honestly think they will be content to become the average citizens? They are gifted with a connection to the force. No sentient being in the entire galaxy would not utilize the talent they have. The force is a talent, and the dark jedi will use it. And I doubt they will use it for good, which leaves only one way they can use it.” “To conquer the republic?” another master rebutted. “They tried that and failed.” “Who says they won’t try again?” Savel Qel-Droma argued. “I refuse to stand for this.” “I think we all should just calm down,” Master Ist’Dreeeesha’Morrrecell once again advised wisely. “We are all jedi masters, and need to start acting like such. Everyone here knows that anger is the path to the dark side.” “Master Ist’Dreeeesha’Morrrecell,” Franeth Qel-Droma said with accuracy that came only from years of working together. “I do not think anyone here is in danger of falling to the dark side.” To his right, Savel Qel-Droma actually rose to his feet. He stepped to the center of the room and turned to face his brother. “I think some of you already have.” All eyes were now on the gray-haired jedi. They couldn’t believe they had just heard what their ears told them they had. “Brother, please explain yourself,” the spokesman said. He was trying to keep calm, but his voice told that he knew something was wrong. Savel Qel-Droma took a moment to organize his thoughts. He had held back his opinions for too long. The release of the dark jedi was the last straw. It was time to tell the council exactly how he felt. “For many years I have watched the jedi die a death that has lasted decades. At one time, the Jedi were the true servants of the light, the true guardians of the galaxy. That’s what all of this is about; that’s why we have this gift; to protect the trillions of citizens in the galaxy, and the republic. Releasing the dark jedi is going to cause nothing but pain and suffering. The true jedi have died out long ago. The fools that reside in this temple are more concerned about the preservation of the jedi, when they have not realized that the jedi, the true jedi, are all gone. We pretend that we help the republic, but our number one concern is ourselves. We care more for our existence, than for our purpose. I despise all of this, but I tolerated it. But I shall stand for this no longer! I am leaving to re-start the jedi, the true jedi. Who’s with me?” The council all looked towards Franeth Qel-Droma, waiting for the words that may decide the very future of the galaxy itself. After many moments, the spokesman finally opened his mouth. “Brother, you are wrong. The jedi are still the defenders of the republic, just as we have always been, and-” “No, brother, you are the one who is wrong!” Savel shouted. “Savel Qel-Droma!” Ist’Dreeeesha’Morrrecell yelled, leaning forward in his chair. “All of us can sense your anger. It will only afflict your decisions. Release it now, and please sit down.” “I will never fall to the dark side. Mark my words. I hope that the eleven of you think of what I say, and re-establish the jedi in the way they once were. But until that time, I will not count myself among your ranks.” “Brother, what are you saying?” Franeth asked. “I am saying that I am leaving the jedi! Even you, brother. I considered you wise. But you are blinded by your own thoughts. I hope that one day you will see the light, and that I will one day lead the jedi at your side. But until then, goodbye brother. And may the force be with you.” With that said, Savel Qel-Droma turned around as the council room doors opened. He walked towards the exit, as the council members sat there stunned at what was happening. “Stop.” Franeth Qel-Droma ordered bluntly, rising from his seat. His brother ignored him, but the two council members closest to the door both rose from their seats and stepped into his path. Each one produced a force sword from beneath their robes. Force swords were the chosen weapon of the jedi, carved using the force so that the edge of the blade was only as wide as an atom’s diameter. They also vibrated slightly, and had a wire that ran energy through the blade, ranking them among the most dangerous weapons in the galaxy. Jedi used them by drawing on the force to guide their movements in combat. But the two council members had no intention of using them this day, unless there proved to be no other alternative. Savel Qel-Droma stopped in his tracks, mere feet away from the jedi masters. Behind him, his brother pleaded with him. “Savel, think about what you are doing. You are abandoning the jedi, you are-” Without warning, Savel raised his hand and sent a wave of force energy at the two jedi blocking the door. When it came to the force, Savel Qel-Droma was one of the strongest jedi there were. The two victims barely managed to keep themselves from falling down as they landed, on their feet, in the hallway outside of the room. In the same second, Savel turned to his right and, gathering the force around him like a spring beneath his feat, jumped over the empty council seat next to the door and out of the window behind it. “No!” Franeth Qel-Droma yelled rushing towards the hole in the window. But by the time he arrived, his brother was already fifty stories below, and still falling through the Coruscant sky. But Savel knew what he was doing. A few minutes ago, when he had decided that he had no choice but to leave the jedi order, he had contacted his apprentices through the force. The two padawans, the twins Allen and Satra Zen-Dura, had taken an air speeder out of the Jedi Temple and were now diving towards their falling master. Although normally a jedi was only allowed to take a single apprentice, with the recent troubles of the jedi, and with their population dwindling, many masters had been given permission to train two, or even more, apprentices at the same time. Allen and his sister were both seventeen years old. Both had jet-black hair and dark blue eyes. But Allen kept his hair short and neat, as was the custom of young jedi, and Satra kept her shoulder-length hair back in a bantha-tail. And although twins in appearance, they had very different personalities. Allen tended to be more bold, and often rushed into things without thinking them through. Although Satra did often take the time to contemplate the results of her actions, she sometimes waited too long, and let many opportunities pass. But Master Qel-Droma knew that both of his apprentices were good-hearted, and that he could trust in them even when he could trust in no one else. That’s why he had chosen them to help him in his quickly-planned escape. As he fell down the outside of the jedi temple, he used the force to slow the speed of his decent. He fanned his robes out to either side of him, using them like a mini-parachute. Finally, Allen and Satra managed to reach the level of their falling master, and expertly caught him in the back of the speeder. Allen was driving the speeder, with his sister in the passenger seat. “Good Job,” Savel said to his apprentices. He sat up in the back seat, and buckled his crash restraints. “Master, what’s going on?” Allen asked curiously. “Take us to the spaceport. Now.” Allen knew not to disobey his master. He turned the airspeeder west and they headed towards the nearest starport. “Master Qel-Droma, please tell us what’s going on,” Satra pleaded. “The jedi have decided to release the dark jedi captured in the war,” Qel-Droma explained. “But... why?” Satra asked. “That’s something I may never know. The three of us are leaving the jedi. The dark jedi must be stopped before they re-start the Great Schism all over again. And if we don’t do it, no one will.” “Sounds good to me,” Allen said. To him, it sounded like as good a goal as any, and would no doubt involve plenty of action. And if there was anything Allen loved, it was action. On the way to the spaceport, Master Qel-Droma explained everything that had happened in the council room that day. By the time he was finished, they had arrived. “So, where are the dark jedi?” Allen asked parking the speeder in the garage. He got out of the air speeder and inserted five credits into the meter. “I don’t know,” Master Qel-Droma admitted. “They’re being sent on the next freighter to the Outer Rim though, so they shouldn’t be hard to find.” The three jedi proceeded through the busy crowds of the spaceport until they reached the information desk. Master Qel-Droma did the speaking, since most people, or in this case droids, didn’t listen to teenagers, even if they were jedi. “I need to know when the next freighter to the outer rim leaves,” the master said to the information droid behind the counter. “Searching... searching... the next freighter leaving for the outer rim is the Blue Mynok. It departs to Ecranis Six in approximately three minutes and twenty two seconds. It is currently docked at gate B-22.” As soon as they heard this, the jedi were gone, running at full speed towards hallway B. They found it, and rushed down the long passageway, searching for dock number 22. “There!” Allen shouted, spotting the double-doors. Master Qel-Droma raised a hand and the doors bursted off of their hinges. He then ran through, his two apprentices right behind him. They were now in the waiting area, but the docking tunnel was closed. Outside of the large windows, the Blue Mynok could be seen speeding off into the distance. “Blast! We’re too late,” Master Qel-Droma cried in desperation. “So what do we do now?” Allen asked. Before Master Qel-Droma could answer, two people, a male twi’lek and a female human, both clad in jedi robes, ran into the room. “Stop!” the twi’lek yelled drawing his force sword. “What are you doing?” Qel-Droma asked, drawing his own force sword. As a council member, he knew every jedi well. Allen and Satra drew their force swords as well. The female, also ready for battle, replied. “We were told to keep watch for you, Master Qel-Droma. As well as a pair of jedi padawans with black hair. Drop your weapons now, or we will have no choice but to fight you.” Master Qel-Droma responded by charging at the blue twi’lek while Allen and Satra took on the human. All five Force Swords had been set to stun mode, so that they would only knock their victims unconscious upon contact. Qel-Droma wasn’t great when it came to melee combat. Him and the blue twi’lek seemed about evenly matched. So Qel-Droma decided to use his best advantage. He summoned the force around him and commanded it to create a whirlwind of air around his opponent. The blue jedi flew three feet up into the air and started spinning around as if caught in an invisible tornado, which in fact, he was. The twi’lek’s partner, however, was having a much better time against the jedi twins. Both of them were already tiring, and as Master Qel-Droma stunned the twi’lek with his force sword, the female jedi stunned Allen. Savel Qel-Droma quickly rushed to the aid of his female apprentice. Together, they finally managed to fight back their human opponent. As she blocked Qel-Droma from one side, Satra came behind her and stunned her in the back. “What do we do now?” Satra asked, using the force to help her pick up her brother’s inert body. “Now,” Master Qel-Droma said, putting his force sword away. “Now, we hire a ship,” he said with a confident smile. “We’re going to Ecranis Six.” -----signature----- Heart of the Sith (KotOR-era, Action/Adventure): http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29384282/p1/?2 Links to all my stories can be found at The Sith Archives: http://www.freewebs.com/lord_zeron/
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/26/05 6:28pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	I look forward to the next two posts! Very nicely done! -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Annadalla Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/26/05 7:11pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	YAY! Nicely done! Can't wait for the next chapter! Annadalla -----signature----- Proud Lover of Hayden Christensen! ~Shadows In The Light~ link: http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/19403578/?1 "Hello There." ~Obi-Wan, ROTS
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/27/05 6:43pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	Thank you both, VaderLVR64and Annadalla. I'm glad you'll be reading the next chapter, I think it's a good one. -----signature----- Heart of the Sith (KotOR-era, Action/Adventure): http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29384282/p1/?2 Links to all my stories can be found at The Sith Archives: http://www.freewebs.com/lord_zeron/
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/29/05 8:09pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	Chapter II: Planet of the Sith Jerrik Kreth woke to a body filled with pain. Stun sickness, he thought to himself. He did a mental check of his body before opening his eyes. Besides the pain from the stun sickness, he seemed to be in fine condition. He was lying on his back, on something moderately soft. Most likely some sort of cot. Kreth next reached out with the force. Very close to him, probably in the same room, he sensed eleven other dark jedi, each of whom he knew well. Kreth had been one of the top leaders of the dark jedi during the Great Schism. Gifted with a strong connection to the dark side, skills with a force sword, and a brilliant tactical mind, Kreth had quickly risen to become one of the dark jedi’s best Generals. Now that the other leaders were dead, Kreth was the strongest of the remaining dark jedi. Among the dark jedi around him were Tulak Hord and Ajunta Pall, also very strong dark jedi. Hord was known to be perhaps the greatest of force sword duelists, and Pall was known to be the greatest swordsman. Pall refused to use a force sword however, and instead carried a custom-made double-bladed sword made of the finest metal from the mines of Yalorecc. But now that the jedi had confiscated all of their weapons, Pall would have to get a new sword. They all would. Slightly farther away, perhaps in the next room, Kreth sensed a dozen more dark jedi from the war. Together they made up the two dozen survivors. It would be up to them to re-start the order of the dark jedi. Kreth extended the range he was sensing. He now detected about ten other beings in the area. They were most likely on a ship, probably some sort of freighter. Kreth finally opening his eyes and took a look at his surroundings. He was indeed in a cabin, intended for part of the crew. There were twelve cots in the small room. On each lay one of the dark jedi Kreth had sensed. He appeared to be the first one to awaken. By now the stun sickness was starting to wear off, so he slowly sat up and got into a meditative trance. He summoned the power of the dark side around him, and used it to cleanse the pain from his body. Some thought that it was better to embrace pain, but Kreth disagreed. Let them scar their body if they wished, but he would rather remain in the best of health. Now that he was rejuvenated, Jerrik Kreth decided to assist his companions. He drew the power of the dark side to him, and kindled the life energy of the others in the room. After an hour of pulling and tugging at their unconscious minds, he finally managed to wake them all up. “Where are we?” Ajunta Pall asked. “In a ship, it would seem,” Kreth replied. “I guess we’re on our way to the Outer Rim,” Tulak Hord commented. Kreth remembered the trials. He couldn’t believe his luck. Then again, there were no such thing as a true coincidence. The force must’ve had something special in mind for them. “Yes,” Kreth said, a plan already forming in his mind. “I have no doubt that there are recording devices in this ship, so we should not speak yet. I need to meditate anyway, and I suggest all of you do the same.” Kreth was quickly establishing himself as the leader of the group, and it appeared that no one had any objections. Jerrik Kreth spend the next few hours of his life in a deep meditative trance, working a plan in his mind. The jedi weren’t stupid, and they could very well expect him to try something like what he planned. So he had to be smarter than they were, and expect the unexpected. Once he had his plan fully formed, he awoke from his meditation. “I have a plan,” he said to the dark jedi. “But, as I mentioned, there are no doubt listening devices in this room. So I will have to keep this plan to myself. Until then, just follow my lead.” Each of the dark jedi nodded in understanding. They would follow Kreth to the death, for they had trust in him that he would bring about the second rise of darkness. And he was not going to let them down. Deciding that it would be best to wait until they arrived at their destination before enacting on his plan, Kreth remained quiet for the remainder of their journey, and the others did the same. Pall and Hord told the others about the trial, and they told the others in the other compartment by talking into the ventilation vents. Finally, around a week later, the ship gave a familiar lurch as it reverted out of hyperspace. A few minutes later, the door to the hallway opened. There was a middle-aged human male standing there. He held a blaster in hand, although even he seemed to know that it would be of no use if the dark jedi chose to fight him. “We’re almost at our destination,” he said, trying to hide his nervousness. “We’ll be letting you off at Merico in a few minutes.” “Merico?” Kreth questioned. He had never heard of the name before. “It’s the capital city of a planet by the same name,” the man explained. “It will also be your home for the rest of your lives, unless you choose to move elsewhere after we leave.” “Very well,” Kreth replied. He turned around, climbed back into his bunk and sensed the man walk away, closing the cabin door behind him. He didn’t return until the ship had successfully landed. He once again opened the door, but this time left the blaster in its holster. “We’re here,” he said glancing around the room. “No, really?” one of the dark jedi said sarcastically. The man just bit his tongue, both literately and metaphorically. The dark jedi left their rooms, making a single file line. Four members of the crew walked in front of them and four walked behind. Kreth sensed another man staying on the ship. They led the dark jedi down the hoverlift, and after nine separate trips, they finally exited the loading ramp off of the ship. “We’re supposed to give you these,” the man with the blaster, probably the captain, said as he handed them a thousand credits. “Well, good luck. Duke will stay here to make sure you don’t try to sneak on the ship.” The man called duke took his position beside the loading ramp, as the rest of his crew mates went back into their ship. As soon as the last of them had taken the hoverlift up to the cabin level, Kreth began his plan. Instead of leaving the docking bay like he was supposed to, he instead went up to the guard and used the force to affect his mind. “You do not see us,” Kreth insisted, waving a hand threw the air. It was a trick he had learned when he was a jedi, and he hadn’t practiced in a while. Nonetheless, Duke seemed to be extremely weak-minded, and wasn’t hard to persuade. “I do not see you,” the pilot responded, in a voice as if he was in a hypnotic trance. “Come,” Kreth said to the rest of the dark jedi. He led them back into the ship, but this time headed to the cargo compartment instead of the hoverlift. They managed to sneak in with no trouble whatsoever. The plan was working perfectly. A thought passed Kreth’s mind that perhaps the jedi expected this, but he had detected no sense of illusion from any of the crew’s minds. If this was a setup, it was a good one, and Kreth decided to take the risk, and continue on with his plan. The crew took the time to refuel the ship, and buy more rations before leaving again. This had obviously just been just a pit stop before their final destination, a pit stop that they had been payed by the jedi to let the dark jedi off at. The ship took off again, with no less passengers than when it had arrived. Two days later, the ship docked again, this time in a mining station in the asteroid belt of a system with one star and no planets. As the station workers started unloading the containers off of the ship, all of the dark jedi quietly snuck out of the cargo hold behind them. They managed to hide in a back-up airlock, even though it was rather crammed. None of the station workers noticed them, and the freighter left with no incident whatsoever. Kreth and the rest of his allies hid in the station for the next few days, sneaking around and finding food wherever they could. Most of it was just dried rations, but dark jedi were trained to live on whatever they could find. Luxuries among the dark jedi were just that, luxuries; they were not expected. Finally, after two more days of waiting, another freighter arrived. This one was almost identical to the first freighter, a very similar model. It dropped off the food and supplies it had brought, and picked up the shipment of metal from the mining station. But as it pulled out of the asteroid belt, it contained more cargo than the crew knew of. Kreth and the rest of the dark jedi had all stowed away on the ship, just as before. But this time, before the ship had a chance to go into hyperspace, Kreth began the next stage of his plan. The two dozen sith walked through the corridors of the ship as if they owned it, quickly making their way to the cockpit. With a wave of Kreth’s hand, the door flew off it’s hinges and flew into the back of the co-pilot's seat. Before the crew had a chance to react, the dark jedi fanned out into the cockpit, each one instantaneously killing one of the five crew members. When the five bodies were laying on the floor, Kreth sat down in the pilot’s seat, and began searching through the navicomputer. One planet stuck out from all of the rest. It had been discovered accidently by the crew, who had once entered the wrong hyperspace coordinates. This was perfect for the dark jedi, since almost nobody even knew it existed. The planet was a small world call Sythen, the home of a species called Sith. The Sith retained next to no contact with the outside world, and they hated any and all outsiders. It would be a perfect place for the dark jedi to restart their empire. Kreth punched in the coordinates, and the ship made the jump to lightspeed. Now that they were listening device-free they could talk freely, with no threat of being overheard. “Here’s my plan,” Kreth explained to the dark jedi. “Now that the jedi think we are safely on Merli- whatever it’s called- we are free to begin our empire. We are on course to Sythen, the homeworld of a species called Sith. The Sith have almost no contact with the outside galaxy, which isn’t unusual for this sector, and which means we can take over them, and then use their large population as the basis of our army.” “Sounds like a good idea to me,” Hord said. “But won’t it take more than an army to take over the galaxy?” “We can built ships!” one of the dark jedi exclaimed, as if he were the first to think of it. “And other supplies like blaster, swords, and explosives.” “Exactly,” Kreth agreed. He glanced at each of his companions in turn, as if daring them to make an objection. When none did, he said, “Well then, if no one has anything else to discuss, I’m going to take a well deserved nap.” He then got up and went to sleep in one of the crew cabins. As always, the journey through hyperspace was rather uneventful. Kreth meditated for most of the trip. When he wasn’t meditating, he played Dejarel with Ajunta Pall. Dejarel was a game where players moved pieces across a flat board, trying to manipulate the other player into defeat. The two of them were the only dark jedi who really appreciated the strategy and concentration that the game required. Eventually, they did finally arrive at Sythen. One of the dark jedi slowly piloted the freighter down towards the surface of the small red planet. As they flew in for a landing, Jerrik Kreth took a quick survey of their surroundings. Sythen appeared to be desolate world. Reddish-brown rock could be seen in all directions, the entire planet seemed to be covered by this rocky terrain. Among the various mountains and rocks, Kreth spotted a few large metallic compounds. Each of these compounds was huge, and consisted of around 100 metal buildings, of various shapes and sizes, connected by many metallic bridges, tunnels, and pipes. Some of these buildings even had smokestacks from which black clouds were constantly billowing. “I guess these Sith do have some technology after all,” Ajunta Pall commented as they flew over a few of these such settlements. As they flew further east, the settlements appeared to become even closer and closer together. “Where should we land?” asked the dark jedi piloting the ship. But Kreth didn’t answer. He was too busy staring out of the viewshield. They had just flown over a large crater, and everyone in the cockpit was amazed at what they were seeing. Situated in the huge crater, and stretching so far that it actually reached to each of the walls of the crater, was the largest compound yet. It was the size of an enormous city, and must’ve contained at least a few thousand different structures. “Wow,” Hord commented. All of them were thinking the exact same thing. “I think we’ve found our landing spot,” Kreth said, a smile finding it’s way across his thin lips. “Um... where exactly?” the driver asked. “Just find a flat surface and land,” Kreth said. “How thick are you?” The dark jedi choose not to reply. It was not a good idea to argue with your superiors, especially considering the fact that they could rip your head off at any given moment. Kreth pointed to the pilot and one other dark jedi. “I want you two to stay on the ship. The rest of us are going to meet the ‘welcoming party’ that will no doubt be waiting for us when we land.” Hord gave an evil chuckle, and Pall looked at him like he was a moron. In battle, the two worked great as a pair, both being so very talented at melee combat. But whenever they weren’t in battle, the two went back into extreme rival mode. The dark jedi pilot took them in for a landing. They set down on a large, flat-roofed building. Kreth, Pall, Hord and one other dark jedi crammed their way into the hoverlift first. They took it down to the lowest floor, and then sent it back up again for another load. Kreth was at the front of the group as he lowered the exit ramp. There were no Sith that he could see on the roof, but he figured it would be best to check, just to be sure. Kreth reached out with the force to sense if there were any life forms hiding to either side of the door, or anywhere else around the outside of the ship. There were none. “Let’s go,” he said. Kreth confidently walked down the ramp and onto the roof of the building. It appeared to be made out of a reasonably strong metal, although it didn’t look like any kind of durasteel Kreth had seen before. He assumed that it was some sort of metal mined on the planet. “Look,” Pall said raising a hand to the sky. Kreth looked up to see what appeared to be three airspeeders flying through the air towards them. They flew in an arrowhead formation, and quickly reached the roof. They lowered down until they were only about twenty feet above the dark jedi. A rope ladder dropped down from each and some sort of humanoids started descending to the roof. They were clad in a blueish-gray armor that appeared to be made of the same metal as the roof they were standing on. The Sith themselves seemed to be similar to humans, except with red skin and strands of facial hair. As soon as the Sith had landed, about thirty in all, they all drew what looked like the Sith version of a blaster. They appeared to be made in a “U” shape with the grip at the bottom of the “U.” It was almost like having two blasters in one, or at least a blaster that fired two shots at the same time. “Eef es krot?” one of them asked. He had a golden triangle on his uniform, where most of the others had a golden line, however some had only a small dot. Kreth had been prepared for this. He probed the Sith’s mind, reaching to find the meaning of his words. His thoughts were clear, and the meaning of his words was soon clear as well. “Who are you?” was the translation of his greeting. Kreth searched the Sith’s mind, finding the words he needed to construct his next sentence. He took extra precaution to roll his r’s and make his t’s sharp as he said it. “Krot es Sithen.” We are gods. “Dreek poha!” Die, outsiders. The sith immediately started firing their blasters. But before the first shots were even in the air, the four dark jedi, plus eight more that had arrived out of the ship while Kreth had been talking, had drawn their force swords and called on the dark side to guide their movements. Kreth wished for force swords, which had special energy cells that allowed them to absorb any blaster bolts that struck their blade, but they would have to work with what they had. The dark jedi were engaged in what could even be described as an elegant dance. They touched into each other’s minds, using the force to coordinates their movements. They worked as a perfect team, slashing, cutting, and dicing Sith. When they were all done, thirty alien bodies lay on the ceiling of the building. The three airspeeders quickly sped off, rope ladders blowing behind them in the wind. Kreth had a split second to think. He had to show the Sith that the dark jedi were too powerful to be resisted. He could’ve done that by taking out the reinforcements, no matter how many there were. But the thing he had in mind would make him seem even more powerful, if he could pull it off. Gathering the force around his body to increase his speed, Kreth started sprinting across the roof. When he reached the very edge, he jumped as high as he could, using the force to push himself even higher into the air. Just as he was about to start falling back towards the surface, he reached out a hand and grabbed onto the very end of one of the rope ladders. Once again using the force to increase his physical performance, Kreth slowly pulled his way up the ladder. But the pilot appeared to have noticed what he was doing. The airspeeder started jerking from left to right, and up and down. But Kreth only tried harder to pull his way up the ladder. Even though it was even slower than before, he was still making progress. A few seconds later, the Sith pilot seemed to give up trying to shake Kreth off, and decided to just kill him instead. He rose to an altitude higher than all but the tallest of the buildings, to decrease the risk of both of them coming to a sudden, fiery end, and then set the speeder on autopilot. The pilot then grabbed his “U” blaster and leaned out of the door of the large air-speeder. He then started firing double bolts at Kreth. This was an easy one. Kreth stopped his progress up the ladder, or actually across since the ladder was still being blown through the air, and let go of the rope with his right hand. He used the force to make an energy barrier around his black glove. Using this small barrier, he easily deflected any bolts that came near him. Finally, getting tired of this little game, Kreth used the force to give the pilot a little push. He fell out of the airspeeder, and splattered as he hit a building a few hundred feet below. Kreth made his way to the door of the airspeeder, and climbed inside. The large airspeeder contained two rows of five seats each, plus a pilot seat located in the nose of the speeder. Kreth sat down in the pilots seat, and attempted to figure out the alien controls. It was actually quite simple. As soon as he gripped the steering mechanism, which was in the strange shape of a wheel, the autopilot instantly turned off. It was an easy matter to make sure he didn’t crash. The only problem now was figuring how to stop. Actually, that wasn’t the only problem. Kreth looked out of the windshield and noticed the other two airspeeders not far in front of him. The airspeeders themselves appeared to be heavily armored, but they had no weapons of their own. So Kreth would have to make his own weapon. As they passed by a particularly large factory-looking building, Kreth used the force to rip a short smokestack off at it’s base. He sent the smokestack hurling at the two airspeeders. It hit right into one of them, causing both the smokestack, and the speeder, to fall to the ground in a tangled mass of metal. The other one made a nose-dive, down towards the city. Kreth noticed an opening ahead of them. This Sith pilot was heading towards some sort of hanger. Although not very complicated, Kreth figured it was time to use his last trick. When the speeder was only a second away from entering the hanger, Kreth used the force to give it a slight push upward. The airspeeder crashed right into the roof of the hanger, causing half of the ceiling to collapse. With his enemies defeated, and a speeder in his control, Kreth turned around, and headed back towards his companions. He easily sensed them through the force, and followed his sense back to their location. When he arrived he found another airspeeder already parked above them, with it’s rope ladder down. But Kreth didn’t see any sign of a fight going on below. So Kreth prepared to park the speeder when suddenly... he remembered that he didn’t know how. He had now sped right overtop of the ship, so he decided to turn around, and go for another pass. As he did, he ran to the back of the ship and, when they were right overtop of the freighter, he jumped out of the door and landed neatly on top of the ship. The airspeeder, meanwhile, sped off into the distance, likely to crash into one of the taller buildings. It did. Kreth ignored it, and climbed down the side of the freighter, landing neatly behind the group of dark jedi. They immediately cleared a path for him, like a crowd parting for a music star. Kreth found that there were indeed Sith there, but at least they weren’t holding blasters. There were only three of them now. Two had octagons on their chests, where the leader of the first crew had had a triangle. The leader of this crew had what appeared to be a nonagon on his chest, if Kreth remembered his arithmetic correctly. “Tork es freto inrote krot, ton Sithen.” Kreth searched the Sith’s mind for the meaning of these words. Thankfully, this one’s mind seemed a bit more organized than the last’s. The sentence translated to, “We are honored to serve you, my gods.” From that moment on, Kreth had a feeling that he was indeed going to like it here. -----signature----- Heart of the Sith (KotOR-era, Action/Adventure): http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29384282/p1/?2 Links to all my stories can be found at The Sith Archives: http://www.freewebs.com/lord_zeron/
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SilSolo Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 4/30/05 9:42am Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	I like the way you write. -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27517284/p1/?11 Like this quick sketch: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/32848083/ ? Then commission me. Prices are negotiable.
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darshaassant Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/1/05 4:57am Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	Wow. B-E-A-Utiful. Can't wait for the last post. I like the protrayal of Ajunta Pall and Tulak Hord. Ajunta's tomb always causes me some trouble... I can never recall which sword is his. Lovin' it. -----signature----- An infrequent poster
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/1/05 6:24pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi) - Date Edited: 5/1/05 6:31pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Lord_Zeron
	Thanks for the compliments, SilSolo and darshaassant. Acutally, there's going to be three parts not three posts. I probably didn't word that very well. Each part is going to have about 17 chapters, so this is still the first part. Thank you both for your replies, the next chapter'll be on tuesday. P.S. darshaassant, I think the notched sword is Ajunta Pall's blade. -----signature----- Heart of the Sith (KotOR-era, Action/Adventure): http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29384282/p1/?2 Links to all my stories can be found at The Sith Archives: http://www.freewebs.com/lord_zeron/
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/3/05 3:37pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	It's tuesday, so here's chapter three. Chapter III: Dark Planet Satra awoke early that morning, at about four o’clock standard time. After a half hour of unsuccessfully trying to get back to sleep, she decided to head to the cockpit and play a game of dejarel with the ship’s computer. When she got there, however, she was surprised to find her brother already present. He was sitting in the pilot’s seat, legs crossed in a meditative position. “Allen,” she said, taking a seat next to him in the co-pilots seat. “What are you doing up?” “I could ask you the same thing,” Allen replied. “I couldn’t sleep,” she answered. She ran her fingers through her dark shoulder-length hair, trying to get the knots out of it. On a normal day, she kept it in a bantha-tail, but she hadn’t even had a chance to wash up yet. “I told you not to eat those old rations. Mercenaries like Ommit don’t tend to keep their emergency food supplies up to date.” “I know, I know,” she replied. Ommit Nevrar was the bounty hunter they had hired to take them to Ecranis Six. They could’ve just taken a transport, but public transports keep record of their passengers, and anyways, the next transport to Ecranis didn’t leave for a week. So they had ended up hiring Ommit, and his ship, the Dark Nebula, to take them to Ecranis Six. They had also learned that Ecranis Six actually wasn’t a moon at all, as they had first assumed, but actually the sixth mining station in the Ecranis Asteroid Belt. Master Qel-Droma had doubted that the dark jedi were there, but it was the only lead they had. “How long until we emerge from hyperspace?” Satra asked her brother. “I don’t know,” he said, checking the ships navicomputer. “Another few hours at least.” “Oh joy,” Satra commented, the sarcasm evident in her voice. “A patient Malfrog never finds himself hungry,” Allen replied, quoting the words of Master Qel-Droma. “Ya, ya. What the blazes is a Malfrog, anyway?” Allen just shrugged in reply. “Want to play a game of Dejarel?” Satra asked. “Games with you always take hours,” he replied. Allen was good at Dejarel, and out of the one game he had ever finished against he sister, he had won. He had played her in plenty of games though, but she simply kept the game going until he got bored and quit. An unfair strategy, in his opinion. “We have hours,” she insisted. “Fine, let’s play.” Satra searched through the cabinets in the ship until she found the dejarel kit most mercenaries had. Her and Allen each set up their metal monsters on the appropriate spaces, and their game began. Two hours later, when Master Qel-Droma woke up, Satra was well into her strategy of boring her brother to death. But this time, he wasn’t going to quit. After all, there was nothing better to do, and if he beat her this time, it would be two games in a row. Master Qel-Droma was well used to their extremely long games, so he took a seat in the navigator’s chair, and took out his datapad. “Good morning, Master,” Satra said moving one of her monsters. “Good morning,” he replied. “What are you doing?” Allen asked. “I’m writing a journal.” The cockpit door suddenly slid open, and Ommit, the bounty hunter, entered. “Well, it seems like I’m the last one up.” “It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?” Master Qel-Droma responded. Ommit ignored him. “You, move,” he said looking at Allen. “I’m playing Dejarel,” the boy protested. “And it’s my ship, and my seat. Now move.” “If you move, you forfeit,” Satra commented smugly. “That’s not fair!” Allen protested. Ommit was starting to get annoyed. “It’s just a game, shutta, now move!” “Why can’t she move instead?” Allen asked, nodding at Satra. “Because she’s not in the pilot seat.” “Fine,” Allen gave in and got out of the seat. He instead took the passenger seat behind his sister. Ommit sat down in the pilot’s chair, and started accessing the computer. “I would suggest that everyone fastens their crash-webbing. We should be arriving at the Ecranis System in about a minute.” The jedi followed his instructions, and Master Qel-Droma put away his datapad. Satra put all of the Dejarel Pieces away in their drawer. A few seconds later, the speakers of the ship turned on and a peaceful woman’s voice said, “Emerging from Hyperspace. Please find the nearest available seat and fasten your crash-webbing. Five... Four... Three... Two... One.” The blue lines of Hyperspace instantly disappeared, and were replaced by thousands of stars in a pitch black sky. Satra looked out of the viewport and quickly spotted the Ecranis Asteroid Belt. It was a long line of asteroids floating in the outermost reaches of space. A few lights could be seen throughout the asteroid field, situated on the larger asteroids. Those must be the mining stations, Satra thought to herself. I wonder which one is Ecranis Six. A few seconds later the comm unit started beeping. Ommit reached up and flicked a switch above the viewport. The speakers buzzed to life. “This is Docking Officer Mitch of Ecranis One. You are not on our docking schedules. Please identify yourself immediately.” “I’m Caption Ommit Nevrar of the Dark Nebula. I’m here with three je-” Before he could finish the word, Master Qel-Droma had used the force to seal his lips shut. The only noise that Ommit made was a few incomprehensible grunts. He turned around in his seat to look at the master jedi, his eyes screaming the question, What are you doing? “Dark Nebula, do you read me? Are you still there?” Officer’s Mitch voice said over the commute. “This is Savel Qel-Droma,” Master Qel-Droma said to the commute. “I am a wealthy merchant from Coruscant. I’ve hired Mr. Nevrar to bring me and my companions here. We are in search of a group of criminals who stole a large amount of credits from my estate.” “What makes you think the criminals are here?” “We have reason to believe that they bought transport on a ship destined here,” Master Qel-Droma replied. As he finished the words, he quickly turned to Satra and clearly mouthed the question, “What was the name of the ship?” Satra searched her mind, but couldn’t remember. After all the meditating she had done about this mission, she had neglected to memorize the ship’s name. She just shrugged in reply. Allen, however, quickly rushed out of the cockpit. Satra wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she decided to stay and listen to the rest of the conversation with Ecranis One. “Could you tell me the name of the ship?” “The Blue Mynok!” Allen yelled rushing into the cockpit, his datapad in hand. He instantly put his hand over his mouth remembering that Docking Officer Mitch could hear everything that happened in the cockpit. Luckily, he had yelled it at just the right moment. “Who was that?” Officer Mitch asked over the commute. “My grandson,” Master Qel-Droma quickly recovered. “Thank you, Allen. I was having one of my spells again.” “The Blue Mynok was indeed docked at station six, just a few hours ago actually. But it already left, on course to Kyloth.” “Blast!” Master Qel-Droma said. “We missed them.” “Well, if there’s nothing else I can help you with, you best be on your way,” Officer Mitch said. “We will,” Master Qel-Droma replied. “Thank you for your assistance.” Officer Mitch replied by cutting off the connection. “Very well, I guess we’re going to... What was the planet again?” Master Qel-Droma asked. “Kyloth,” Allen happily supplied. “I better type it into my datapad.” “No need,” Ommit said. Master Qel-Droma had released his force grip on the mercenary’s mouth. “I’ve been there before. It’s a desert world in the Mid-Rim. The Czerka Corporation set up a few factories there. It’s a cheap way to produce weapons without having to worry about pollution laws. I worked for them once, back in the good old days.” “As much as we appreciate your personal history, let’s just get to Kyloth,” Master Qel-Droma insisted. “Right away, super-jedi-man, sir,” Ommit said. “But I better get payed extra for this.” Master Qel-Droma took five thousand more credits out of his pocket and handed it to the bounty hunter. Luckily, he had thought to empty his entire account before leaving Coruscant. Minus the twenty-thousand credits he had now given to Ommit total, he had withdrawn a small fortune of roughly a hundred thousand credits. Ommit punched in the coordinates and, once everyone had their crash webbing on again, sent them into hyperspace. Once again, the familiar blue lines surrounded the craft and they began the next boring trip in their quest to find the dark jedi. After their last game of dejarel, Allen refused to play again. So they spend most of the voyage training, mostly together. Both of the apprentices were extremely talented, as Master Qel-Droma had often told them. He said that this meant that they had a destiny, the force had something special in mind for them. However, he had warned, that only meant that they had to be even more careful to resist the lure of the dark side. And so the two twins often found themselves fighting in sparring matches against each other using force swords. They also sometimes practiced physical combat, using only their bodies as weapons against each other. During these matches, they would both draw on the force to enhance their physical attributes, and make them that much better at fighting. Although it was mandatory that they both receive moderate training with the force, both preferred actual combat, for when one practiced the force they had to be alone. When they practiced combat, they could be together. Unlike the dejarel matches, which Allen consecutively “lost,” at least by Satra’s standards, he often proved the better when it came to force sword fighting, although not by much. Satra, on the other hand, proved to be slightly more talented when manipulating objects, or even small animals, through the force. After four more days of constant practicing and training, they finally emerged at the Kyloth system. Ommit piloted the Dark Nebula down towards the desert world. They hadn’t even reached the atmosphere of the planet, when the comm unit started beeping. Ommit stopped the ship, and turned on the comm unit. This time, he pointed to Master Qel-Droma, telling him to start the conversation. “This is Kyloth Station to unidentified craft. Unidentified craft, do you come in?” Master Qel-Droma cleared his throat. “This is Savel Qel-Droma, owner of the Dark Nebula. I am requesting data on a ship that was on it’s way here.” “I’m sorry, but Czerka Corporation keeps all of it’s records private. I’m afraid that I’ll be unable to help you. If you have no further business with us, I advise that you leave the system immediately.” Well, that guy certainly got right to the point, Satra thought. “Thank you for your time,” Master Qel-Droma replied. He turned off the commute and then sat back down in the navigator’s seat. “Well, there’s no way the jedi just had the dark jedi dropped off here. We’ve officially lost them. So, it’s time to use plan B.” “What’s plan B?” Allen asked. “Let me guess, you’ll tell us as soon as you think of it,” Satra said. Allen laughed, Master Qel-Droma didn’t. “Oh, no. Quite the opposite. I always like to have a backup plan, in case the original doesn’t work. And in the business of being a jedi, I find that to happen more than occasionally.” “Well, let’s hear it,” Ommit said from the pilot’s seat. “I need to know where we’re going before those Czerka jerks decide to blast us out of the sky.” “Very well, take us to Nar Shaddaa. I’ll explain my plan on the way.” “Ah, the smuggler’s moon. I can’t say I fancy going back there, but your wish is my command.” Ommit punched in the coordinates into the navicomputer, and the Dark Nebula made the jump to lightspeed. “Okay, here’s my plan,” Master Qel-Droma started. “We can’t take out the dark jedi themselves. And by now, I’m sure they’ve already started to build an army to oppose the republic. The republic is totally blind to this threat, and the dark jedi will wait until their forces are strong enough, before taking on the republic. When that happens, I want to have our own army, ready to step in and assist the republic. There are very few people who could raise such an army. But I know of one, an old friend I met on Coruscant, before she moved out here to Nar Shaddaa. Merhanda Goto is her name. She runs a trading organization called the Exchange. I’ve been watching her organization closely since she left, and her company has been quickly growing to become one of the major forces in the Outer Rim. She may be the only one we can find with the resources to build the army we need.” Ommit was the first to reply. “One question. How do we get a meeting with the head of a corporation like the Exchange?” “That’s where you come in, my unorthodox friend. I want you to do your job as a bounty hunter, and schedule us a meeting with her.” “Well, I could...” Ommit replied. “For the right amount of credits.” “How does ten thousand more sound?” Qel-Droma replied. “After you complete your mission. That way I know you just won’t run off with the money.” “Not that we couldn’t track you down,” Allen quickly added, jumping at the chance to threaten Ommit. “We just would rather not waste our time.” “Fine, so I get you a meeting with this lady friend of yours, and then you give me fifteen thousand-” “Ten,” Satra corrected him. “Right, ten. I forgot.” Ya, right, Satra commented silently. “So, I find this Goto person, and then you give me ten thousand credits?” “That’s right,” Master Qel-Droma replied. “And then we’re out of your life forever, and vice-versa.” “Sounds good to me,” Ommit said. This lightspeed jump took only two days, thankfully. Satra couldn’t stand being cramped in a ship this long, and she would’ve bet that her brother felt the exact same way. At least during their training on Coruscant, they had been in the majestic Jedi Temple, with it’s humongous spotless viewscreens echoing the coruscant buildings outside, and the various vases and paintings from thousands of cultures across the galaxy decorating the walls. Satra often found herself missing her quiet meditations in the room of a thousand fountains, or her weekly swim in the indoor lake. Finally, they were ready to emerge at the system known only as 34556702 in the official data banks, or “The Dark System” as it was commonly called. There were a few planets in the system, although almost none of them supported life. And those that did, didn’t support the kind of life any settlers would want as neighbors. For example, Nar Shaddaa was, in all actuality, the moon of a larger planet. The larger planet was completely covered in bloated swamps, and who knew what hideous creatures dwelled there. No one in their right mind would ever want to live on a world like that. The captain of the Dark Nebula, and it’s three passengers, were once again gathered in the cockpit, as the ship emerged from hyperspace. This time they got no call from anyone as they flew towards the moon known as Nar Shaddaa. The docks of Nar Shaddaa were all owned by companies, and open to the public. It was a simple business, the customer would park their ship in the docking bay, receive a card that identified them as the ship’s owner, and then leave to explore the planet. When they returned to the ship, they would have to pay for the time they had left it there before the spaceport doors opened. If the owner didn’t return after a certain deadline, the spaceport would simply confiscate the ship and sell it, making much more money than they would have if the owner returned. And on a planet as dangerous as Nar Shaddaa, there were many things that could happen to a customer before they returned. All in all, these public spaceports were a very profitable business. The one Ommit chose was nearly the size of the ones on coruscant. While he parked the ship, the jedi gathered their few possessions. Namely, their force swords, datapads, comlinks, and robes. After the ship was secured in it’s own room in the spaceport, the four humans left the ship, and headed through the spaceport, eager to get their first real glimpse at the smuggler’s moon. Ommit, being the captain of the ship, pocketed the owner card they received from a droid before leaving the parking area. He also signed the contract that gave property to the owners of the spaceport if he did not return within the set time, in this case two standard months. Ommit was careful to check for the word “Standard.” He had heard many a story of captains losing ships when spaceport owners found loopholes in their own contracts, most likely loopholes deliberately put there. The group left the building to find themselves on what looked like a dark version of Coruscant. The buildings here were huge, although not nearly as high as those on the capital. The many walkways that connected the large buildings together were crowded by beings of dozens of different species. Most of them Satra recognized from her studies, although there were a few that she had never even heard of before. She even spotted one alien who looked like two beings held together with ultra-glue. One appeared to be only an upper torso, riding on the back of the other. There were some humans among the masses, although unlike on Coruscant, the aliens here outnumbered the humans by a significant amount. “It’s just like Coruscant,” Allen said. “An over-crowded, darker, never-sleeping, Coruscant.” Satra would have to agree. Although the starry sky told that it was night time on the planet, no one appeared to be in the mood to sleep. Half of the businesses they passed seemed to be nightclubs, restaurants, gambling establishments, or bars. Most of the others were simply housing establishments for the very crowded planet. Satra wasn’t sure, but she guessed that they were somewhere near the capital of the planet, although with the entire world being one big city, it was hard to tell. “Let’s keep moving,” Master Qel-Droma said. “We need to find a place to stay for a while. And I don’t like to just stand around in a place like this. Something isn’t right on this planet, I can feel it.” “Smart move, old man,” Ommit commented. He took his sleek-looking blaster off of his belt, just in case any of the brainless thugs roaming the streets decided to try anything. Master Qel-Droma stopped in front of the first hotel they came to. A broken sign stood outside, and was so heavily covered by graffiti that it’s original message couldn’t even be read. “Master, we’re not actually going to stay here, are we?” Allen asked, already knowing he would dread the answer. “It will do,” Master Qel-Droma replied. “And I think it would be best to stay low while we remain here. Although I do not believe the jedi would resort to such methods, there may very well be a bounty on our heads.” “Less chat, more moving,” Ommit said. “As you said yourself, it’s not good to just stand around on Nar Shaddaa. Too much opportunity for an ambush.” “Let’s go,” Master Qel-Droma agreed, with a quick nod. He led the way into the decaying establishment. An old Toydarian with a short gray beard was sitting behind the desk. As soon as he spotted the potential customers, he flew up into the air, and a wide smile stretched across his blue face. “Well, what do we have here?” the Toydarian said, spreading his thin arms wide. “You must be customers. My name is Cennrok, and I’m... ah... happy to meet you.” “Greetings, Cennrok,” Master Qel-Droma said. “We’d like to rent a room.” “Ah, yes. A room. Let me see.” The toydarian flew to the rack behind his desk, and pulled out a key card. “Here you are, that will be twenty credits per night.” “Here’s a thousand credits, we’ll be staying for a few weeks,” Master Qel-Droma said. “And we’d like to stay in your room.” “My room!” The Toydarian replied. “You can’t stay in my room! It’s... mine!” Cennrok waved his hands frantically in the air, as if debating whether or not the money was worth it. “Two thousand credits,” Master Qel-Droma bargained. Cennrok seemed to decide it was worth it. “Deal,” the blue alien said sticking out his hand. Master Qel-Droma reached out to shake it, but the Toydarian quickly pulled it away. “Don’t touch me! Just give me the money.” Master Qel-Droma didn’t even object. He simply reached into his robes, and produced two thousand credits from an inner pocket. He reached out his arm, and dropped them into Cennrok’s outstretched hand. The hotel manager pulled out an electronic monocle, and examined the credits carefully, as if making sure they were real. “Very well,” he finally decided. “Go into that hallway, first door on the right. It’s unlocked.” The jedi, and Ommit, followed his directions and found themselves in a suite that didn’t match with the rest of the decaying establishment. Of all the rooms in the hotel, Cennrok appeared to keep only his own in good condition. Master Qel-Droma had been right to ask for it. The suite contained two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living area. More than enough room for the jedi to stay in while Ommit searched for Mrs. Goto. “I’ll stay at another hotel while I’m working,” Ommit insisted. “That way I’ll attract less attention. I’ll be back when I’ve found your friend.” “Good,” Master Qel-Droma replied. With one last glance back at the Jedi, Ommit turned around and left the hotel room. “Well,” the jedi master said, sitting down on an old couch, “We’d better make ourselves comfortable. This may take a while.” -----signature----- Heart of the Sith (KotOR-era, Action/Adventure): http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29384282/p1/?2 Links to all my stories can be found at The Sith Archives: http://www.freewebs.com/lord_zeron/
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/7/05 7:03pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	Sorry for the delay, I didn't even notice it was a posting day until I was trying to get to sleep last night. So here it is, and the next chapter will be on Tuesday, as normal. Chapter IV: Army of the Sith Kreth sensed the Sith’s presence even before the alien knocked on his door. Kreth got out of his bed, and took the time to put on his midnight-black robes before heading to answer it. He opened it to find Munasa standing in the corridor. Munasa was a Sith, the Sith that Kreth had chosen as his personal assistant. It had been over three weeks since the dark jedi had arrived on Sythen, and they had done much during that time. Kreth had returned to the roof after his little speeder chase, to find that the Sith had accepted the dark jedi as gods. According to an ancient Sith prophecy, gods from space would come to the planet, and teach the Sith how to do things they had never even dreamed of before. These gods would also have magical powers, with which they would rule the Sith with an iron fist. Kreth found that the dark jedi fit this myth perfectly. In fact, he even wondered if perhaps the nameless Sith who made the prophecy may have had a slight connection to the force, and that’s how he had received the premonition so accurately. Anyway, the dark jedi were taken immediately to the leader of the Sith, a large man who went by the name of Overlord Yaskor. Yaskor had told them many things about the Sith. A few of these were of particular interest to Kreth. First, was the technological advancements of the Sith. The airspeeders they had encountered earlier appeared to be the extent of Sith technology. Although some Sith had been to space before, they were sent in nothing more than a few primitive rockets. The best blasters that the Sith had were the “U” shaped ones that the welcoming party had used against them. Kreth had also been interested in learning about the politics of the Sith. He was right in assuming that the shapes on their chests were indeed symbols of status. The lowest Sith on the social ladder wore small dots. Above them were those with a line, followed by those with triangles, then squares, and so on. Overlord Yaskor was the only one with a decagon, the highest a Sith could achieve. There were eight other Lords who made up the Council of Lords, the ruling body of the Sith. Each of the Lords had a nonagon on his chest. After demonstrating some of their powers to Yaskor, to prove that they were indeed “Gods,” Yaskor had given each of them a golden circle to pin to their robes. The circle signified that no matter how many sides the badge of a Sith had, the gods were always better than them. After receiving these golden circles, the Sith had followed all of the dark jedi’s orders without question. The dark jedi had, in return, shown the Sith a various array of new technologies, including blasters, armor, and even spaceships. The Sith turned out to be very technologically inclined, and got the hang of this new devices almost instantaneously. This would be essential to their plan of galactic domination. The dark jedi had also rigorously studied the Sith language. It turned out that it wasn’t all that difficult. The Sith did not conjugate their verbs depending on the subject, only on the tense. And tenses were only determined by adding an extra word to the verb. Also, all of the sounds in the Sith language, except one, a sound that sounded vaguely like a human clucking their tongue, were easily pronounceable by the human voice-box. It took the dark jedi only one constant week of studying to learn it. Shortly after arriving, Kreth had decided that the dark jedi needed a title that the Sith could call them. After much deliberation between all twenty-four of them, they finally agreed on the tile of Mar Sithen lo da Sith, which literately translated to Dark Gods of the Sith, although when the dark jedi translated it to basic for the outside world, they would translate it to Dark Lords of the Sith, which sounded much better, at least in Kreth’s opinion. Thus, the twenty four dark jedi who had been recently exiled by the Jedi Council, became known as the first Dark Lords of the Sith. The two peoples were now one. The humans became the rulers of the Sith, and the Sith served them faithfully. Even with the obvious physical differences, the dark jedi were now a part of the Sith species. And now, Munasa stood in front of Kreth, ready to bring him good news. “My Lord,” he said, using the Sith language. By now, Kreth’s brain understood the words almost as quickly as his ears heard them. “What is it?” Kreth asked, the alien words coming instantly to his lips. “We have finished downloading the data from your vessel, and I have brought a copy to you,” Munasa replied. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a datachip, one of the other advanced technologies the dark jedi had taught them. “Good,” the Dark Lord replied. He took the datachip from his servant, and slipped it into the pocket of his robes. “Gather the other Gods, and tell them to meet me in the discussion chamber.” “Right away, your greatness,” the red-skinned humanoid said, going into a deep bow. He then turned around and power-walked down the corridor. Kreth himself turned around and grabbed his datapad. He took the datachip out of his pocket and inserted it into the datapad. After hitting a few buttons, the datachip’s data was completely downloaded. Kreth slipped the datapad back into his pocket, and then left the room. He closed and locked the door to his room behind him, and headed through the labyrinth of the Sith Government Center towards the discussion chamber. When he arrived, the room was empty. He took his seat in the largest chair at the “Table of the Gods,” which, of course, was round. The rest of the twenty-four Sith Lords, or Sith Gods as they were called by their subjects, arrived within the next few minutes, some in small groups, some in pairs, and some by themselves. When they were all seated, Kreth took out his datapad and inserted it into the slot in the side of the table. He hit a few keys on the panel in front of him that activated a recording device so that he could review the meeting later. “So,” Kreth said, leaning back in the comfortable chair, “I’m going to give each of you a chance to tell me how your departments have been doing in the past few weeks. And I’d better like what I hear.” Kreth had organized the dark jedi into small groups, each in charge of overseeing one part of their plan. He first turned to the head of the Fighter Production Division. “So, how are the fighters doing?” “Not bad, sir,” the Sith Lord replied. “We already have a good design for a model of fighter, and have just finished full inspection of the prototype. We should be able to start actual production tomorrow.” “But you don’t have any actual fighters?” “Well... no, not besides the prototype, but-” “Then you’d better make them fast so that they’re ready by our first invasion,” Kreth said. The dark jedi bowed his head, and Kreth moved on to the next division, the one in charge of producing troop carriers. “How is you division going?” “Not bad at all. We already have four models fully completed, each capable of carrying up to 200 troops.” “Good, keep making them,” Kreth responded. The fighters and troop carriers were an essential part of their plan. They would need fighters for air support against the Republic, and troop carriers so that they could easily move troops from planet to planet. But they also had a plan for another kind of ship, one unheard of by modern standards. They were going to make a Cruiser, a large ship that would be forced to stay in space, but that could carry dozens of fighters. This would save them a bunch of supplies in that they wouldn’t have to give each fighter its own hyperdrive. “So, how is the Cruiser project going?” he asked the head of its department. “Due to the limits of Sith technology, we’ve just begun construction of the space station in orb-” “What space station?” Kreth interrupted. “The cruiser is too big to be made on the planet. We decided that it was necessary to build a space station in orbit in order to construct these humongous Cruisers.” “I’ll tell you this,” Kreth said. “Do whatever you have to, but I want at least one cruiser complete by the time of our first invasion.” The dark jedi gulped. “Yes, sir.” “How goes the weapons department?” Kreth asked, swiveling his chair to face yet another dark jedi. “Very good, sir. We’ve started the production of more advanced blasters, as well as blaster rifles, repeating blasters, and even heavy weapons. Thousands of personal weapons have already come off of the line.” Kreth was pleased that at least one department was doing a good job. “Keep up the good work,” he said. Next he turned to Ajunta Pall and Tulak Hord, the two heads of the training department. “How are the troops doing?” he asked. “Very good sir, we’ve taught them how to fly ships, work on the new computers, and handle all the new weaponry,” Pall said. “Although we can’t take all of the credit,” Hord interrupted. “The Sith are fast learners and they all appear to be in good physical condition.” “True,” Pall agreed. “Good job. Make sure all of them are trained as soon as possible.” “Yes, Lord Kreth,” Hord replied, bowing his head. Lord Kreth. Jerrik liked the sound of that. He turned to the head of the last department, of which he had only assigned two dark jedi. “And how is the computer production department coming along?” “Marvelous. The Sith had all the wires and circuitry already, we just had to show them how to put it together. More than enough computer systems are being made for all of the new ships, and some of the older military training installations are even being updated with these new computers.” “Good.” Kreth sat there for a moment, thinking. A few of the department were doing nicely, while other were not. He instantly knew which ones were no longer needed. “I think that before I say anything else, we need to decide which planet to attack. After all, we’ll need entirely different forces to fight on a ice planet, than we would on a water covered planet. I’ve downloaded all of the planetary files from the ship’s computer, and sorted out the ones that are far away from republic space, and retain minimal trade with the outside. From them, I’ve further narrowed it down to a few of the ones I think might be good to attack first. Ones with little military force, and not very advanced technology. There are three we have to choose from.” Kreth hit a few more keys on the panel in front of him, and the holo-projector in the center of the table sprang to life. Instantly, the 3D image of a translucent blue planet sprung to life. “This one is called Metzos. It’s almost a paradise planet.” Kreth stood up and pointed to different parts of the planet. “It is probable that at one time, the entire planet was covered by water. But a series of volcanic eruptions across the planet’s surface allowed hundred of islands to appear all over the planet. The islands range in side from the size of this room, to hundreds of miles long.” Kreth then hit another key and the planet changed. “This world is called Inecor II,” he explained. “Inecor II is a world where even the equator is cold year round. The polar ice caps of the planet are huge, and most of the planet is covered by snow constantly. A strange, cave dwelling species called Konos are the only sentient inhabitants of the planet.” Kreth hit yet another key, and the hologram of the planet changed once again. “The final planet is called Mandatta, an average world where about three-quarters of the planet is covered by huge oceans. An amphibius and primitive species called the Mandanians inhabit the planet. So, we’re going to take a vote. My vote counts as four,” he declared. “Why does your vote count as four?” one dark jedi asked. Kreth answered by raising his hand in the air, and using the force to choke the dark jedi. He tried to resist, but Kreth was too powerful. When the victim was just moments from death, the Sith Lord released him. “Never... mind...” he said in between gasps for air. “Good, now let’s vote.” Kreth said. Each of the Sith Lords typed their vote into the panel in front of their seat. When they were done, the final count was sent to Kreth’s screen. The results showed that Metzos had received ten votes, Inecor had received four, and Mandatta had gotten nine. Kreth, personally, preferred Mandatta so he added his four votes to it. “The final vote, including my four, stands thus: Inecor has four votes, Metzos has ten, and Mandatta, the winner, has thirteen. We’ll be heading to Mandatta in a few standard months.” Kreth turned off the screen in front of him, and sat back down in his seat, taking a few moments to think. When he was done, he sat up straight, and gave out the new orders. “Okay. For this mission we’re going to need both land vehicles and water vehicles. I hereby disband the weapons department and the computer department. You’re both off to a good start, and I think the Sith can continue without your guidance. Instead, I want the six of you to split into two groups of three. One will construct water transports and vehicles, and the other land tanks and support units. Any questions?” “I have one,” Tulak Hord said. “When are we going to attack?” “I’m not exactly sure,” Kreth answered. “I’ll give everyone a few months to get prepared, and then we can discuss the invasion in more detail.” Kreth stood up and turned off his computer panel. “You may leave.” The Sith Lords all got up and left the room, heading out to continue or start their various assignments. Kreth, meanwhile, decided to go see the production facilities for himself. As he walked through the halls of the Sith Government Center, he had more time to think about their empire. The Republic never payed much attention to what happened out here in the Outer Rim. Only a few traders or merchants might visit one of these planets. Using the resources and solders they got from the planets they conquered, the Sith could obtain a huge armada of ships and solders. They would await at the very fringes of the galaxy until they were ready to strike at the Republic, just as a Malfrog strikes out at an unsuspecting fly. The Republic, and the jedi, wouldn’t know what hit them. And by the time they did organize a military force large enough to counter that of the Sith, it would be far too late. The jedi would die at the hands of the Sith Lords, and Kreth would take his rightful place as the ruler of the galaxy. It was such a simple plan, and yet one that, if executed carefully, would work perfectly. Kreth hadn’t noticed that he had walked through the tunnel connecting the Government Center with the Military Training Center nearby. But here he was, at his destination. He quickly walked to the viewing platform, to find a Sith supervisor already there. “My Lord,” he said, getting down on one knee and removing his hat. “You may rise,” Kreth replied. He turned his gaze to the army below them. A hundred Sith Troopers were going through a training exercise. They all worked in perfect unison; turning, moving, and aiming at the same time. They all wore armor made out of the same bluish-gray metal that almost everything on Sythen seemed to be made of. “What is this stuff?” Kreth asked, touching the metal on the wall behind him. “That is Kennoth,” the Sith replied. Kreth did not know the word “Kennoth” so he searched through the Sith’s mind for the translation. The best word he found was “metal.” This was, at least as far as the Sith knew, the only sort of metal that existed, or at least the only kind they used on Sythen. Kreth decided just to drop the subject. He continued to watch the small part of their army train, visions of grandeur floating through his head. “Lord Kreth,” he heard a voice say behind him. Kreth turned around to see Ajunta Pall walking down the hallway, carrying a small, metal footlocker in his hands. “What is it?” Kreth asked. “The force swords are done,” Pall replied proudly. He had requested this as a side project, and had no doubt also made himself a custom sword. “Already? Well, let me see them.” Pall set the footlocker down on a nearby table, and opened it to reveal... a pile of force sword handles. “Pall, where are the rest of the swords?” Kreth asked. He didn’t think he was going to like the answer. He was wrong. “Ah, that’s something I came up with. Watch.” Pall pulled one of the force sword handles out of the case, and held it in his right hand. With a flick of his wrist, a blade suddenly appeared as he spun the handle around. A second later, another blade appeared on the other side of the handle. “How did you do that?” Kreth asked. As far as he knew, even the force couldn’t just create matter out of thin air. “By pressing these buttons,” Pall explained, moving his finger to show Kreth two small, barely noticeable buttons. “Each one makes one of the blades release.” He handed the double-bladed force sword to Kreth. “This one’s yours. You said you wanted a double-bladed.” Kreth had indeed asked Pall to attempt to make him a double-bladed force sword. It had never been done before, at least not without the handle ending up longer than one of the blades, because of the limited room for the power cells. So he was skeptic as he looked at this sword, but Pall said he thought he could do it. And the blade did indeed have a wire running through it, it was a true force sword. “How did you do it?” Kreth asked Pall. “It’s this metal,” the dark jedi explained. “It’s much more flexible, and will stay connected down to the last atom. This allowed me to create power cells and release mechanisms almost half of the size we could’ve made without it. The handle is still slightly longer than that of a normal force sword, but that makes for an easier grip.” “Great work,” Kreth commented. “Find the others and give them each one.” “Yes, sir,” Pall said before closing the footlocker and heading out. Kreth pushed the buttons, and both blades retracted. He then slipped what appeared to be only a handle into his robes. Kreth took out his datapad, and checked the time. It was later than he had thought. He was due to meet with the Council of Lords, not to be confused with the Dark Lords of the Sith, in less than half a standard hour. Kreth decided to head over to the Government Center right away. The council room was located at the very top floor of one of the towers on top of the Government Center. Luckily, there was a hoverlift that went up that far. Kreth reached the council room about ten minutes before the meeting was due to start. He almost sat down outside of the doors, but remembered that he was the Dark Lord of the Sith; he could do whatever he wanted. So he felt the familiar touch of the force around him, and used the power of the dark side to make the double doors leading to the council room burst open, as if an invisible wind had just slammed into them. As he walked inside, he found that the room reminded him almost too much of the Jedi Council Room on Coruscant. The Council of Lords were all seated around a decagon shaped table. All eight lords were seated, each at their own side of the table. Overlord Yaskor was also present. Kreth took the only remaining seat; the one opposite from Yaskor. “You are early,” one of the Lords commented. “A God is never early,” Kreth replied. “Everyone else is late. So, why did you call me here?” he asked. “We wanted to know how long it will be until your spaceships are ready to take us to the outermost reaches of space,” Yaskor said. “It will be a few months before the entire army is completed. We have already decided which planet we will take you to first. We will use our ships and your solders to defeat the planetary security, and impose martial law on the planet. However, if you’d like to have a demonstration of the spaceships, I’m sure one of your men could show you earlier.” “No, we do not wish to fly through space,” one of the lords replied. “We simply want to please you, and to fulfill the great prophecy.” Kreth took a moment to think about the prophecy. According to this ancient legend, the “Gods” which probably meant them, the dark jedi, were supposed to arrive at Sythen from a land far away, and possess powers no Sith had ever heard of before. So far, at least, the prophecy had proved to be true. But the last part had said that these gods would lead the Sith to become the ruling force of the galaxy and that, after much perseveration, they would succeed. If the first part of the prophecy is true, thought Kreth, then maybe all of it will prove to be true as well. “We will lead you to an age where the Sith rule the galaxy,” Kreth said. “One day, the Sith will fly through the galaxy freely, all others bowing to their rule. And we will stand as your leaders, the rulers of this great empire. My comrades and I are already planning on what we should do next. I will tell you before we make our first attack.” Kreth stood up, eager to leave the watchful eyes of these red-skinned elders. “Thank you, my Lord,” Overlord Yaskor said, giving his head a slight bow. Kreth turned around and left the room. If everything went as planned, they would indeed lead the Sith, as well as the rest of a huge empire, to conquer the entire galaxy. It would indeed take many battles, and many deaths, but Kreth intended to be there when they finally won. He headed back towards his quarters, daydreaming about the look on the face of the jedi on the day the Sith took over the galaxy. -----signature----- Heart of the Sith (KotOR-era, Action/Adventure): http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29384282/p1/?2 Links to all my stories can be found at The Sith Archives: http://www.freewebs.com/lord_zeron/
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darshaassant Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/7/05 11:33pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	OOH! Invasion! Beautifully written! Heh... like the bit about the force swords. I can almost imagine Kreth's expression when he saw only the handles. And heh... I skipped Ajunta Pall's tomb. -----signature----- An infrequent poster
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/10/05 6:04pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	Thanks. I can't wait to get to the battles. Here's the next post. Chapter V: The Exchange It had been two months since Ommit had left to find this Goto, and he still hadn’t returned. He contacted them once, just to tell them that he was making some progress, and that he hadn’t given up yet. Master Qel-Droma had even payed Cennrok, the hotel owner, an extra two-thousand credits for the extra time. Since then, Satra and Allen had played about thirty more games of Dejarel, each of which the former won by her very effective bore-Allen-to-death strategy. On more than one occasion, Allen had decided to play non-stop until the game was over, however Satra added the rule that the first one to fall asleep forfeited the match. And unfortunately for Allen, he was always the first one to fall asleep. Master Qel-Droma decided to use these opportunities to remind Allen that “Anger leads to the dark side,” and Satra that “Overconfidence breeds inevitable failure.” Today, Satra and Allen were in the middle of a sparring match. Each had their force swords out and at the ready. Satra attacked first. She swung her sword up at her brother’s sword, with full intent on hitting it. As soon as their swords clashed, Allen swung around to the right. Satra jumped backwards, and the tip of the swords missed her by inches. Allen moved forward and slashed again. Satra turned around almost 360 degrees, and parried the blow. The battle continued in this fashion for many minutes. Finally, Satra tired, and Allen managed to connect his blade with Satra’s handle. The force sword went flying out of her hand, right towards an expensive-looking lamp. Luckily, Master Qel-Droma, who was silently watching, reached out with the force, and made the sword fly to him. But Satra wasn’t going to give up. She reached out with the force and sent a surge of wind at her brother, who flew back against one of the room’s walls. At the exact same moment the door buzzed. “That’s enough for today, my padawans,” Master Qel-Droma said. He handed Satra’s force sword back to her, and headed for the door. After a quick look through the peephole, he opened it and stepped aside to let the visitor through. Satra and Allen were both glad to see it was Ommit. Six eyes were trained on him, waiting for what he had to say. “Well, did you find her?” Master Qel-Droma asked. “What, no welcome to an old friend?” he replied sitting down in one of the room’s arm chairs. “Hello, how are you doing?” the jedi master quickly said. “Actually, I’m-” “That’s nice. So did you find Goto, or not?” “Okay already. I’ve managed to set up a meeting, although it’ll be with live video-feed instead of face to face. So do I get my twenty thousand credits?” “It was ten,” Satra corrected him. How many times was he going to try that trick? “You’ll get the credits after the meeting,” Master Qel-Droma replied. “Let’s go.” The odd group left the apartment, not taking the time to lock the ancient door behind them. A five-year old could break open that old lock anyway, and Master Qel-Droma doubted they’d be coming back to the apartment. Ommit led them outside, where a taxi was waiting for them. The four of them squished their way into the back of the airspeeder, and the Aqualish pilot asked, “Where too?” Ommit took out his datapad. “Uh... the Tremenburg Building.” “Right away, sir.” The airspeeder took off and sped through the skies of Nar Shaddaa. Satra had to admit, if she didn’t know any better, she would’ve swore they were back on Coruscant again. A few minutes later, they pulled up in front of a tall skyscraper indistinguishable from the many others on the planet. “Tremenburg Building,” the driver said. “That’ll be ten credits.” Ommit looked at Master Qel-Droma, who stared out of the window, ignoring him. “Fine,” Ommit said, taking out ten credits. He handed them to the driver and got out of the taxi. “What, no tip?” the Aqualish asked. “Maybe another time,” Master Qel-Droma apologized. He, and his apprentices, then followed Ommit into the Tremenburg building. He led them to one of the hoverlifts in the lobby, and pushed the button for the floor marked L5. Considering that the floor they entered on was marked L0, Satra assumed that it meant five floors above lobby. “I couldn’t get a real appointment with your friend,” Ommit explained. “So you’re going to have to talk to her on screen.” “You told us,” Satra said. “Oh, I did?” “Yes, back at the apartment,” Allen added. “Oh,” the bounty hunter concluded. He remained silent until the hoverlift arrived at their destination. The doors opened, and they walked down a typical Nar Shaddaa hallway, everything made of dull gray durasteel, except this one seemed to be a bit more clean than the one in their hotel. Ommit led the way to a an unmarked door, the fifth on the right. He hit the “Call” button on a speaker next to the door and waited for a reply. “Yeah?” “This is Ommit. I’ve brought the jedi for their appointment.” The speaker beeped off, and the door opened. Well, these Exchange people are certainly welcoming. The entered into a small, dark room. A long table was set up with four chairs all facing a large screen. A large man and a green twi’lek were both waiting in the room. “Have a seat,” the man ordered. Ommit took the leftmost seat, Master Qel-Droma sat next to him, and his two padawans sat to his right, with Satra sitting on the end. “So, do we get dinner with the movie or what?” Ommit asked laughing at his own joke. No one else seemed to think it was funny. A few seconds later, the screen came to life. It showed a middle-aged woman with short brown hair. There appeared to be no emotion behind her small brown eyes. “Merhanda Goto,” Master Qel-Droma said. “It’s been a long time.” The woman on the screen, Goto, seemed momentarily puzzled. He slightly tilted her head to one side, as if trying to remember something. Suddenly, her eyes widened. “Savel? Savel Qel-Droma?” “That’s my name,” the jedi master replied. “It has indeed been a long time. What brings you here?” “It’s a long story so I hope you have time.” “Yes, I surely can find the time to talk to an old friend,” Goto replied. “Good, then-” The force suddenly told Satra to stand up and pull out her force sword. She reflexively did so, and was glad she did. At the exact same moment, a few things occurred. One, the screen with Goto on it turned off. Two, Master Qel-Droma and Allen also drew their force swords. Thirdly, the two exchange guards, and Ommit, all drew their blasters. And lastly, the wall to Satra’s right receded into the floor, revealing about two dozen droids, all carrying blaster rifles. The fighting started instantly. Satra felt the force flow to her, let it control her motions. She dived at the droids, using her force sword to absorb the laser bolts flying at her. Beside her, Allen also started fighting against the squad of droids. Behind the twins, they could hear the sound of more blaster fire, and the swish of Master Qel-Droma’s sword cutting through air. They even heard somebody being force pushed against a wall. The disadvantage of the droids was that they were in such a small room. They couldn’t get a clear shot at the jedi without being afraid of hitting one of themselves. Also, because of the closeness of the droids, Satra found that each swing of her sword took out at least two of the mechanical monsters. Finally, less than a minute later, the only remains of the strange droids were a pile of parts on the floor of the room. Satra and Allen put their force swords away, and turned around to see how Master Qel-Droma had done. The two exchange thugs were both lying in two pieces on the floor, a pool of blood around each of them. Ommit was laying against the wall, his blaster no where in sight. He was apparently unconscious. “Let’s get out of here,” Allen said. “I guess it was a trap all along,” Satra mused. “And he was a part of it,” Master Qel-Droma said, pointing to Ommit. She put two and two together, and realized it must’ve been him that she had heard her master force-pushing against the wall. “I should’ve sensed it in him. But minds like his can prove slippery indeed.” “So what do we do now?” Satra asked. Before Master Qel-Droma could answer, the screen buzzed back to life. Goto was still there. “I’m sorry Savel, I seem to have lost-” Her eyes suddenly widened as she took a look around the room. “What happened?” “Don’t play dumb with me, Merhanda,” Master Qel-Droma said. “Why were you trying to kill us?” “Savel, what are you talking about?” she asked. Satra studied her face. Goto seemed to look honestly confused, but it was impossible to be completely sure. “We were just attacked by your men, no doubt under your orders.” “I have absolutely no idea what your talking about,” Goto insisted. “We’ll see about that in a minute,” Allen answered. He nodded towards Ommit who was just waking up. “Ow, my head.” He reached up and rubbed a large bump on the side of his head. “What happened?” “You attacked us,” Master Qel-Droma explained. Satra easily saw the realization in his eyes of what had happened. “I’ll make you a deal. If you tell us why you attacked us, and for whom, and don’t lie; I can sense it if you do, then you’ll be free to go.” “Really?” the bounty hunter asked. “Do jedi ever lie?” Satra asked. “Very well. Sit down, it’s a long story.” “We’ll stand,” Master Qel-Droma insisted. “Suit yourself. Anyway, I got the idea about the time we arrived on Nar Shaddaa, when you said that there might be a bounty on your head. I checked, and there was.” “So you decided to kill us?!” Allen yelled. “Hey, I’m a bounty hunter, remember? It’s what I do. Anyway, the bounty is much bigger for you alive, not dead. And I knew I couldn’t capture three jedi by myself. So I tracked down the Exchange, and persuaded them to help me. They would get the reward for your capture, and I would get anything on you, including all of your credits.” “Wait,” Master Qel-Droma interrupted. “When you say the Exchange, who did you make the plan with?” “Him,” Ommit answered pointing to the dead human. Satra reached out with the force and sensed that he was telling the truth. “Are you sure she wasn’t in on it?” Master Qel-Droma asked, pointing to Goto who was still watching via the live video-feed. “I’ve never met her before. That guy said that he’d have the video feed cut off before the attack, and we could be on our way to Coruscant before she could stop us.” “Very well, you’re free to go,” Master Qel-Droma said. “Really. Just like that?” “No.” Master Qel-Droma raised his hand, and all of the credits on Ommit’s person, a considerable amount, flew into his outstretched hand. “This should be payment for the trouble you caused us, and I’ll be keeping your blaster as well. Remember this the next time you thing about betraying someone.” “But that blaster put me back a thousand credits!” Ommit protested. “Live with it,” Allen answered. The bounty hunter knew better than to try anything, so he left the room without another word. Satra hoped she never had to see him again. “Why didn’t you just kill him after he gave you the information?” Satra asked. “Because there may be other times in the future when I need to give my word. And I cannot do so, if I no longer have my word to give.” “I understand, Master,” Satra said. “Don’t you think you owe someone an apology?” Goto asked. “I am a busy woman, you know, so make it quick.” “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, Merhanda. But my offer still stands, I need your help.” “With what?” “A few weeks ago,” Master Qel-Droma explained. “The Jedi Council banished twenty-four dark jedi into exile. But I doubt that they will simply decide to live normal lives. My guess is that they will find a way to build up a force large enough to challenge the Republic. The other jedi will not listen to me, and I doubt the Senate will either. That is why I need your help.” “To persuade the Senate?” Goto asked. “No, as I already said, they will not be persuaded to our thinking. My only hope is to have an army in place ready to assist the Republic when the Sith make their assault. You’re the only one who may have the resources needed to create this army.” “Me? And why should I help you?” “Because if a war breaks out, it will no doubt disrupt trade,” Master Qel-Droma replied smugly. “The quicker the war ends, the better business will be. And you can always think of it as ‘doing your civil duty.’” Goto seemed to think about this for a moment. “Very well, jedi, I will help you. After all, if I’m the only trading company remaining after the war, profits could nearly quintuple in size. Head to the docking bay immediately. A Dashade will meet you in the lobby. Tell him the password Fire and he’ll tell you Coruscant, so that you can identify each other.” “This had better not be another trap, Goto.” “Trust me,” was all she said, and then the screen went blank. “Well, let’s go,” Master Qel-Droma said. He led the way back into the corridor, down the hoverlift, and out of the building. They signaled down another taxi to take them to the docking bay. “What’s a Dashade?” Allen asked during the ride. It was a lot more comfortable now that there were only three of them in the speeder. “There a humanoid species from the planet Urkupp. They like to keep to themselves, mostly, but a few have been known to venture outside of their homeworld.” “I’ve never heard of them,” Satra stated. “I don’t believe they’re in the jedi curriculum. That or maybe you just weren’t paying attention.” They arrived at the docking bay, and Master Qel-Droma handed the driver fifteen credits. When they entered the lobby, there was only one other person there, a brown humanoid alien with stringy black hair. “Fire,” Master Qel-Droma said to him. “Coruscant,” the Dashade replied, saying the correct password. “Come with me.” He led them down the hallways of the spaceport to a private docking bay, and inserted a key card into the security panel. The door immediately opened to reveal a small luxury yacht. As they approached, the Dashade hit a button on a computerized bracelet on his wrist, and the ramp lowered. “Follow me,” he said and then walked on the ship. The jedi walked up the ramp behind him, and followed him to the large cockpit of the ship. Two droids sat in the pilot and co-pilot’s chairs. “What are they going to do?” Allen asked sarcastically. “Fly the ship?” “Actually, yes,” the Dashade said. He turned to the droids. “Take us to destination 2266554.” “This I gotta see,” Allen said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. Sure enough though, the droids started flying the ship just like any pilot would. “Amazing, isn’t it?” the Dashade said. “By the way, my name is Cimmeck.” “I’m Satra,” she said, introducing herself. “And I’m her brother, Allen.” “Nice to meet both of you,” Cimmeck said. He then turned to Master Qel-Droma. “You, I already know, Savel Qel-Droma. If you don’t mind, I’ll show you to your suite now.” Cimmeck led them to two large rooms that were right next to each other. They were also connected by a luxurious bathroom. “If there’s anything else you need, I’ll be in the room across the hall,” Cimmeck told them. “And don’t be afraid to ask anyone on the ship anything at all, they’re all droids anyway, so they won’t mind.” “If you don’t mind me asking, where are we going?” Master Qel-Droma said. “You wouldn’t recognize it if I told you the name,” Cimmeck replied. “But I’ll tell you this, if you want an army, you’ll like what you see there.” With that said, Cimmeck closed the door behind him, and the yacht made the jump to hyperspace. -----signature----- Heart of the Sith (KotOR-era, Action/Adventure): http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29384282/p1/?2 Links to all my stories can be found at The Sith Archives: http://www.freewebs.com/lord_zeron/
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darshaassant Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/11/05 6:47am Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	OOh. a fight! So the Force swords absorb the blaster bolts, do they? Hmmm. Interesting! -----signature----- An infrequent poster
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/13/05 9:34pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	Yup, force swords can do basically anything a lightsaber can do, except melt through walls and deflect blaster bolts. When I first planned the story, I wasn't sure what the jedi's weapons would be since lightsabers aren't invented until about 10,000 BBY. So I invented force swords which will, over time, evolve into lightsabers. Here's the next chapter. Chapter VI: Prelude to Battle The next four days passed by slowly as usual. Luckily for Allen, the luxury yacht didn’t have a dejarel board. Instead, it had some fancy game called Yeccris, which neither of the twins expressed any interest in playing. Cimmeck knocked on their door when it was time to come out of hyperspace. He led them to the cockpit, where the same two pilot droids were flying the ship. “So, how exactly do the droids work?” Allen asked. He liked to work with mechanical things; droids, ships, blasters, and basically anything else he could get his hands on. Satra, on the other hand, liked to work more with living things. As a jedi, however, she had never been allowed to have any pets larger than a few shadowmoths. “I couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to,” Cimmeck answered. “They can fly a ship, but they can’t do any special maneuvers or anything, just fly to a pre-programmed destination. I think you’ll be amazed at just what other things droids can do.” “You mean, like those droids with blasters?” “Oh, you saw those already? Well, they are one of our best technologies, yes. They are relatively easy and cheap to produce, not to mention their superb war programming.” “Preparing to emerge from hyperspace,” the pilot droid interrupted. Cimmeck, Allen, Satra, and Master Qel-Droma all sat down in one of the passenger seats in the back of the cockpit, and fastened their crash webbing. As the ship emerged out of hyperspace, Satra took her first look at their destination. Oh, no. Another asteroid belt, she thought as she look out of the viewport. “Welcome to the Brellion System,” Cimmeck said, acting like a tour guide. “Not a single planet in the system is habitable, making it the perfect location for our hidden base. To your left, out of the port side of the ship, you can see the Brellion Asteroid Belt. Those little lights around it are the Exchange space stations. Various mining stations in the asteroid belt mine the metal needed for our factories, and then ship it up to the space stations where the actual construction takes place. Any questions?” “I have one,” Satra said. “What exactly is it that you’re making here?” “That, you’ll have to see for yourself.” The droid pilot took them closer to the asteroid field on a preprogramed course. “The ship is getting an updated map of the asteroid field from one of the bases,” Cimmeck explained. “If we didn’t, we’d all be dust by the time we were halfway to one of the space stations. The only people who would try flying a ship into an Asteroid Belt would have to be either an expert pilot, or stupid, of which our droids are neither.” The pilot droid flew the ship carefully, using the map of the asteroid field provided by one of the space stations. When they came in reach of the largest space station, they were immediately caught in a tractor beam, so that they would maintain a strait path to their destination. When the luxury yacht was finally parked in it’s docking bay on the station, the droid pilot shut down the engines, and lowered the exit ramp. “Welcome to Exchange One,” Cimmeck exclaimed. “If you’ll please follow me, there are a few things that I’d like to show you.” “Let’s go,” Allen said and the three jedi followed the Dashade off of the ship and into the docking bay. It was a typical space station docking bay, with a refueling station and docking arm. A large mechanical-looking door was the main airlock. An invisible force field blocked the docking bay off from the endlessness of space, allowing the humans to breath, yet still giving them a good view of the asteroid field. “Follow me,” Cimmeck said, and he headed towards the door. He led them through the hallways of Exchange One, heading towards some unknown place. They passed a lot of droids, all carrying out some task throughout the station. “Are there any people here at all?” Satra asked. “Yes, of course. It’s just nighttime on the station, so most of them are asleep.” After a few more hallways and hoverlifts, they reached the room Cimmeck was taking them too. It was a balcony overlooking a gigantic storage room. Satra would’ve bet that twenty luxury yachts could’ve fit in there. But they weren’t looking at luxury yachts, or any ships at all, for that matter. Below them were the same war droids that they had encountered only a few days ago on Nar Shaddaa. But now they were looking at thousands of them, a virtual army. “How many are there?” Allen asked, the awe evident in his voice. “Five thousand in this room alone,” Cimmeck said proudly. “And there are at least three other filled rooms like this on other stations. Each station has four of these rooms in all, but most of them are either empty or filled with other things. Come with me.” Satra turned around to leave with Master Qel-Droma and their guide, but Allen didn’t move. He was too busy staring at the army of droid. “Come on,” Satra said, grabbing her brother’s arm and snapping him out of his trance. “Oh, sorry,” he quickly apologized. They turned around and caught up with the other two. Cimmeck led them farther down the long corridor, until they reached another door. He used his key card, and opened the door to reveal yet another balcony overlooking another huge room. Except this one wasn’t filled with droids, it was filled with fighters. The fighters were unlike any other ships Satra had seen before. The cockpit appeared to be simply a large sphere. Two angular wings came off at the lower sides and bended into forward wings. A laser canon was built into each. On the back of each of the fighters was a single large engine. “What are they?” Satra asked. “They’re Exchange One-Man Fighters,” Cimmeck said. “Are they flown by droids too?” Allen asked. “Oh, goodness, no. We don’t nearly have that kind of technology yet, so we still use live pilots, thus the name Exchange one-man fighters. And, if you notice, there are only 48 fighters in here, and this is the only filled bay like this, since we have a limited amount of pilots.” “What else do you have to show us?” Master Qel-Droma asked. “Actually... that’s about it. But, I can show you the command center,” Cimmeck said. “Sure, let’s go,” Satra agreed, and their guide once again led them down the many hallways of the large space station called Exchange One. They arrived at a large room filled with computer consoles filling all of the space from wall to wall. There must’ve been fifty of them in all, although only four were accessed by humanoids of various species. Cimmeck led them right through this room. The Exchange workers all looked at them as they passed, but didn’t say anything. They were led through another door, and into a slightly smaller room. If the space station was a ship, then this would be its bridge. The entire opposite wall of the rectangular room was large viewports, with computer consuls lined up in front of it. Only two people, a male human and a female rodian, sat in front of the consoles. “Master Cimmeck, I’m glad to see that you have arrived safely.” Satra, and the others, whirled around to see who had just spoken. It was a droid, one who looked almost identical to the war droids they had seen less than a half an hour ago. Except this one was made, or plated, with a shiny silverish materiel, as opposed to the dull gray of the rest of the battle droids. “Aydee!” Cimmeck yelled. “Where are your manners, we have guests.” “Oh, my apologies.” The silver droid then turned to look at the jedi. “Greetings. I am AD-01, model AA0001. It is a pleasure to meet you.” “These are the jedi I told you about, Aydee. They’ll be helping us in the future.” The Dashade then turned to the jedi. “Aydee here is our Administration Droid on the station. Between you and me, the title’s just to make him feel important.” “Master Cimmeck, I can hear every word you say,” the droid interrupted. Cimmeck ignored him. “He’s really our droid intelligence here. We’ve stored all of our plans and technologies inside his memory core, which is constantly updated. He’ll be working with us constantly if there indeed is a war, so I would be sure to get to know him very well.” “Thank you, Mister Cimmeck,” Master Qel-Droma said with a short jedi-like bow. “I’m sure that together we can defeat this threat.” “I agree. Now, let me show you your rooms, where you’ll be staying.” Their rooms were nice, but not too nice, and they were all connected together. Their next three months on Exchange One were spent overseeing the production of more droids, fighters, and land vehicles, constantly working with Aydee and occasionally Cimmeck. The Dashade was often away on business however, working as Goto’s personal representative throughout the galaxy. Satra and Allen continued to train further under Master Qel-Droma. They learned more skills with the force, and continued to become even better force sword duelists. But the calmness couldn’t last forever. It all began on a typical afternoon, when Allen and Satra were calmly meditating. Satra was in the middle of trying to clear her mind of thoughts, and concentrate only on her connection to the force. She forced her mind not to wander, only to think about the living force which constantly flowed through the galaxy. But suddenly, Satra found herself watching images as clear as if they were real. It was like watching a blurry holovid with her mind. There were space fighters fighting each other, over the sky of a watery world. There were beautiful beaches and large cities and towns dotting the planet below them. One of the things she noticed was that some of the fighters were exchange fighters. Across the fields of the countryside were huge armies fighting each other. Some appeared to be the exchange droids, and others were humanoid solders. Satra woke up quickly, and instantly opened her eyes wide. Next to her, Allen shouted one word, “Mandatta!” Master Qel-Droma rushed into the room. “What are you screaming about?” he asked. “I had a vision!” Allen quickly said, standing up. “So did I,” Satra agreed. “The exchange forces were fighting someone else.” “That was the same thing I saw,” Allen. “So why did you scream ‘Mandatta’?” Master Qel-Droma asked. “What?” Allen asked, confused. “As soon as you woke up you yelled ‘Mandatta,’” Satra explained. A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Why did someone always arrive in the middle of something important? “Come in,” Master Qel-Droma said. The door slid open and AD-01 entered. “Excuse me, Master Qel-Droma, but you left quite suddenly after that scream. Is anything wrong?” the Administration Droid asked. “Nothing we can’t handle,” he replied. As the droid turned to leave, Master Qel-Droma seemed to have a second thought. “Actually, I do have a question you can answer.” “Right away, sir. What is it?” “Do you know anything about something, or someone called Mandatta?” The droid stood there for a moment, not moving at all. Then he finally said. “Mandatta. A primitive world located in the outermost reaches of the Outer Rim. Mandatta is a planet covered mostly by water, and inhabited by an amphibius species called Mandanians. Is there anything else you would like to know?” “No, Aydee, that is all for now,” the jedi master ordered. AD-01 turned around and left to go about his various duties. “Master, what does this mean?” Allen asked. The jedi master took a moment to think before he replied. “It appears that you had a force vision, Allen. It is not unheard of before, many jedi exhibit this ability on various occasions. I believe that what you saw, was the dark jedi attack on the planet Mandatta.” “But, how did I see the vision too?” Satra asked. “That is somewhat harder to explain. I do have a guess, but it is only that. I believe that the two of you may have developed a force bond, like the one that many masters and apprentices share, except stronger. The force flows easily between the two of you because of everything you’ve been through together. At times, your minds can even become one, acting together in perfect unity. But this bond can have its drawbacks as well.” “Drawbacks?” Allen asked. “Yes, a few of them,” Qel-Droma answered. “For example, in a time where one of you has a feeling of great emotion, such as when you are in excruciating pain or when you are feeling extremely depressed, the other may feel that emotion as well. You may often find yourselves feeling bad or happy for no apparent reason, because something happened to your twin halfway across the galaxy. Use this bond wisely, for it could be your greatest strength, or your greatest weakness.” “So what happens now?” Satra asked. “Do we just allow the Sith to take over Mandatta?” “I doubt this has happened yet. Your vision is most likely of the future. I think we should tell Cimmeck immediately, he’s on the station right now. We have to get to Mandatta right away.” * * * Kreth was very happy today. Less than a week ago, he had received the excellent news that the cruiser being constructed for him was complete. He had personally dubbed it as his flagship, which he had named the Lamentable. With the first cruiser complete, they were ready to begin the attack on Mandatta. Kreth had spent the week in meetings, both with the other Sith Lords, and with the Council of Lords. Finally, after all of this time planning, they were ready to make their first assault on a planet. The makings of their very own Sith Empire. The solders were all on the troops carries, the fighters were all on the cruiser, and the tanks were all on their transports. Kreth himself was on the bridge of the Lamentable. There were only a few last minute things he had to do. He left the bridge of the large cruiser, and headed towards the meeting room built on the ship. Kreth had long debated with himself whether to have one made on the cruiser, or not. As much as he was really beginning to hate meeting rooms, it was necessary to have one on hand when needed. And today was one of those times. Kreth reached the meeting room which was almost identical to the “Room of the Gods” in the Sith Government Center. Of course, it was a circular room with a large, circular table in its center. Soon, the other eleven Sith Lords invited to the meeting arrived, and sat down around the table. “The reason you eleven are here, and the others are not,” Kreth explained. “Is because I’m not taking all of the dark jedi in this attack. Half of us are going to remain here, to make sure the Sith don’t do anything stupid. The eleven of you, plus me, will be heading to Mandatta in just about a standard hour.” “Okay, so what’s the plan?” Ajunta Pall asked. “It’s simple. This cruiser, and all of the other ships, emerge out of hyperspace. We scramble the fighters to start blowing up cities. Meanwhile, we detach our land vehicles and troops to fight any resistance they may put up. And finally, we detach our water vessels into the ocean, and let them take care of any Mandanians who may be hiding down there.” “Sounds like a good plan to me,” Tulak Hord approved. “Good. In that case, everyone get ready, I’ve still got some work to do at the bridge.” All twelve dark jedi stood up, and left to go about who knows what. Kreth went the other direction to the large bridge of the Lamentable. He walked across the command deck, looking down at the Sith pilots and navigators working in the pits to either side of him. Most of them risked a glance at their god, but when they saw he was staring strait back, they immediately turned back to their consoles, attempting to look busy. Kreth arrived at the command platform at the very front of the ship. A large, throne-like chair was already there, as if waiting for him. Kreth took a seat in it, and stared out at the endlessness of space in the Sythen system. Out here, this far away from the core, there weren’t many stars to be seen. “Sir!” Kreth swivelled his large black throne around to see who the voice belonged to. It was Overlord Yaskor, who had insisted on helping with the attack. “What is it, Yaskor?” The Overlord got down on one knee. “My god, all ships are fueled, docked and ready to go. The troops are all in their transports, as are all land and water vehicles, and the pilots are all ready in their fighters.” Kreth had to stop himself from laughing. When the temptation passed, he said calmly, “Yaskor, we will not arrive at Mandatta for another few days. Hyperspace takes time.” “But I thought you said this Hyperspace thing made us go fast?” “It does. It would normally take us decades to get to Mandatta, when now we can get there in less than a week. Understand?” “Yes, sir, I think so. Should I tell the pilots to get out of their fighters then?” “Yes,” Kreth replied. “I’ll sound the alert about an hour before we emerge from Hyperspace. That’ll give everyone a chance to be in position when we arrive at Mandatta. “Yes, sir,” Overlord Yaskor replied. “Is there anything else you need?” “No. Now leave me be.” “Yes, my god.” The Sith then turned around and walked away across the bridge. Kreth meanwhile, hit the button in the side of his armchair. He had memorized the manual, so he knew which button did what. This one turned on the microphone in the shoulder of the chair, so that his voice would be heard throughout the ship, and, on the way it was set now, to all ships in the system. “Attention,” Kreth said in his loudest and strongest voice. “The time has come for the Sith Empire to begin. The planet Mandatta is ours for the taking, and the Mandanians are weak. There should not be much of a struggle, but fight your very hardest none-the-less. There will be comm silence during hyperspace, so if you have a problem, live with it. This is Lord Kreth, out.” Kreth then leaned back in his chair and turned to the Captain of the Lamentable. The former nodded, which was the signal they had pre-arranged. The Sith Captain went over to his command consol, picked up the microphone and mad the announcement. “All ships prepare to go to Hyperspace on my mark. Three... Two... One....” And the blueish white of hyperspace surrounded the Lamentable for the first time. Silently, in barely more than a whisper, Kreth murmured, “Mandatta, here we come.” The Mandanians would never know what hit ‘em. -----signature----- Heart of the Sith (KotOR-era, Action/Adventure): http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29384282/p1/?2 Links to all my stories can be found at The Sith Archives: http://www.freewebs.com/lord_zeron/
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/17/05 7:21pm Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	Chapter VII: Mandatta They found Cimmeck on the command deck of Exchange One. He was sitting back in a comfortable arm-chair watching the holonet on one of the viewscreens. “Oh, hello,” he said when he saw the jedi enter. “Can I help you with anything?” “Yes, we need to get our forces ready immediately,” Master Qel-Droma said. “The dark jedi have already made their move. We have to go now!” “Um... alright, I’ll get our forces ready, but it will take a few hours before we can leave.” “We don’t have a few hours!” Allen protested. “The dark jedi could-” He stopped when Master Qel-Droma put his hand on his shoulder. “Get them ready as quickly as possible,” the jedi master said to Cimmeck. “In the meantime, would it be possible for us to borrow a ship to head them off?” “Um... yes, sure. Give me a moment.” The Dashade turned back to his computer console and hit a few buttons. “Aydee is on his way, he’ll show you to a ship.” “Thank you,” Master Qel-Droma said. The door opened, and AD-01 entered. “Hello, sirs. How may I be of service today?” “Take these jedi to docking bay one immediately. We’re preparing for war.” “War! Oh, my! Yes, I’ll take them right away. Follow me, please.” The three jedi followed the droid through the many hallways and hoverlifts of the station until they arrived at docking bay one. It was the same docking bay they had first arrived in, and the same luxury yacht, or at least one almost identical to it, was parked there. “The pilot droids are already inside,” AD explained as the boarding ramp lowered. “Simply tell them where you want to go, and they’ll do the rest.” “Thank you,” Master Qel-Droma said, and then he and his apprentices ran into the ship. A few seconds later, the ramp closed behind them. They quickly found their way to the cockpit, where the two pilot droids were indeed waiting. “Take us to the Mandattan system,” Master Qel-Droma ordered. “Yes, sir,” the pilot responded, and he began takeoff procedures. The luxury yacht soon took off, and flew through the Brellion Asteroid Belt, using the newly updated map it was receiving from Exchange One. Once they were clear of the asteroids, the droids punched the coordinates into the navicomputer, and the ship made the jump to lightspeed. “How long until we reach our destination?” Master Qel-Droma asked. “Approximately two days and two hours,” the pilot droids responded. “Well, let’s get some rest then. Many paths lead to Mandatta, including ours. But there’s nothing we can do now, except getting in some last minute training.” “Master?” Satra asked. “How could the dark jedi raise an army this fast, and why are they attacking a world out here in the Outer Rim? Wouldn’t it make more sense to strike at the capital or some other large planet while they have the advantage of surprise?” “In answer to your first question, I have no idea,” the old master replied. “It’s possible that they simply took over an army already in existence, much like we have. Or maybe they already had an army waiting for them that they built during the Great Schism. Anything’s possible, I suppose. In answer to your second question, I can only give more guesses, although I think that this guess is correct. The dark jedi probably are attacking Mandatta for a few key reasons. One, it has no relations with the Republic, therefore they are not losing the element of surprise if they do indeed attack Coruscant or another of the Core Worlds later. Two, Mandatta has little defenses of its own. Any security forces they have could be easily defeated by the dark jedi army. And, lastly, they will need the resources of more planets to increase the size of their forces. Mandatta probably had a lot of minerals that could be used in the production of more fighters, armor, and weapons.” Satra hadn’t really wanted that whole lecture about the motives of the enemy, but then again she did ask for it. So she responded, with a simple, “Thank you, Master Qel-Droma. I think I understand now.” “Of course you don’t,” Qel-Droma replied, surprisingly. “But the two of you are learning, I’ll give you that much. Now come, we should get some rest. Tomorrow I’ll have a few more things to teach you.” The three jedi went back to their rooms, which had been cleaned spotless, no doubt by the ship’s maid droid. They each lay down in bed, and quickly drifted off to sleep. The next day, after eating morning meal, Satra and Allen practiced using the Force to move objects around the room. They often raced small objects through the air, or play invisible tug-of-war on the same object. Master Qel-Droma didn’t mind at all, since he said that they may often find themselves force battling against other force-sensitive foes. After mid-day meal, their master called them into his room for the special training he had told them of the previous day. When they were all seated, he began his lecture. “Now, there is much I have to tell you before we arrive at Mandatta. I hoped that we wouldn’t have to fight this soon, but the dark jedi don’t care about what we want. So there are some things you need to know. After all, this will be your first time in true combat.” “But master, we’ve been in plenty of combat before,” Allen argued. “Notice I said ‘true combat.’ Yes, you’ve fought before on missions, but that was always against assassins, or thugs, or animals. You’ve never been in battle as I have. Let me tell you, it’s a whole different hoverball park. You’ll be facing more enemies at the same time then all the ones you’ve faced before put together. In war, you have to make sure that your own personal safety always comes first.” Satra wasn’t sure she agreed with this, so she spoke her thoughts. Master Qel-Droma always told them to voice their opinions. “Wait, so you’re saying that if we see an innocent family being attacked by dark jedi solders, we shouldn’t go and help them?” “I think you misunderstood me,” Master Qel-Droma said. “It depends on how many solders you will be facing. Risks are always necessary, but you have to make sure there is little or no chance of your own death. If you are almost positive that you can defeat the soldiers, and save the family, then you should go right ahead. However, if there are too many soldiers, enough that you have a large chance of losing your own life just to give the family a chance to escape, don’t do it.” Satra still wasn’t satisfied. “But what if there are four people in the family, and only one of me? If I know they could get away, why shouldn’t I give up my life for theirs? What makes a jedi’s life so special?” “Ah, you have the right argument, but the wrong reason. As I said, you shouldn’t give up your life for theirs.” Satra opened her mouth to argue, but Master Qel-Droma raised his hand to silence her. “But not because your life is any better than theirs. The reason you should let yourself live, is not so that you will live instead of the family you could’ve saved, but so that countless more families that you could save in the future will live instead of just one. You see, in the future, you may end up saving an entire planet, or a space station with thousands of lives on board. Or you may prevent a war in which countless solders of both sides could have died. But if you died protecting that one family, thousands more that you could’ve saved in the future, will die because of it. It is a tough decision to make, whether or not certain actions are worth the risks. That is why a jedi must learn to think quickly and to make on-the-spot decisions.” “I think I understand, master,” Satra said. “Of course you don’t,” Master Qel-Droma said, using the same reply as yesterday. “But you are learning.” They spent the rest of the day in more practice sessions. Except, during these practices, Master Qel-Droma constantly pointed out what they were doing wrong. “For your entire lives, you have faced no true enemy sensitive to the force. You have faced each other and other students in practice combat, but you always knew that loss only meant a chance to learn from your mistakes, or perhaps slight humiliation in front of your peers. But you never had to face the fact that you would die if you lost. Now that there are two dozen dark jedi roaming the galaxy, it is very likely that you will one day have to face one of them in combat. They will exploit ever error in your technique, every mistake you make. The only way to defeat these masters will be to become masters of the sword yourselves. Study each others flaws, and exploit them. Hold nothing back.” And so the training continued like this for the rest of the day, and into the next. Satra had to admit, in the last two days her and Allen had both improved more with a force sword then they had in the entire past month of training. Satra didn’t think they were nearly ready to fight one of the dark jedi who had fought countless battles in the Great Schism, but they had no choice but to try. And at least Master Qel-Droma would be fighting at their side. He wasn’t fantastic when it came to melee combat, but he could hold his own in battle, and he was probably more powerful in the force than any of the dark jedi. Together, the three of them could probably take on any of the dark jedi, or at least that was Satra’s hope. But finally, their training on board the yacht came to an end when there was only an hour left until they arrived at Mandatta. Hopefully, the Exchange forces were only a few hours behind them, and would arrive before the dark jedi and their army. But if not, it would be up to the jedi to fight them alone, or with what little security the Mandanians had. “Emerging from hyperspace in the Mandattan system,” their pilot said. “Please fasten your crash webbing.” “Already done,” Satra said. They had been sitting with their crash webbing fastened for the last five minutes. “Three...two... one...” Allen counted down. The blue vortex of hyperspace disappeared around them, and the ship slowed down so that it was well under the boundary of lightspeed. Suddenly, Satra heard a loud bang from the back of the ship. “Well, I don’t see any dark jedi,” Master Qel-Droma said, looking out of the viewshield. “Did you hear that?” Allen asked. “Hear what?” Master Qel-Droma asked. “Oh, my arm!” A familiar, mechanical-sounding voice yelled. The three jedi quickly ran down the ship’s hallway, towards the area where they heard the bang and the voice. They found the source of the disturbance in the engine room. AD-01 was sitting up against the back wall. His arm had been ripped off and was now laying on the other side of the room. “Aydee, are you alright?” Satra asked. “I think so, Mistress Satra. I simply seemed to have been thrown around a bit when we emerged from hyperspace. I suppose I should’ve thought of that.” “Never mind that, what are you doing here?” Master Qel-Droma asked. “Well... I... I stowed away,” the droid explained. “You see, I’ve lived on that station all of my life. Now, when my brothers are getting a chance to go out and see the galaxy, I wanted to go with them.” “We don’t have time for this now,” Master Qel-Droma said. “I guess you’re coming with us then, we can’t have you falling into enemy hands.” “Oh, thank you, Master Qel-Droma. Thank you!” “Don’t thank me yet, we’ve still got a battle to fight. Let’s go back to the cockpit.” “But my arm!” the droid cried. “Don’t worry, Aydee,” Allen said picking it up off the floor. “I think I’ll be able to fix it.” The four of them walked back up to the cockpit, only to find that the ship hadn’t moved one bit since they had arrived in system. “Why aren’t we down at the planet?” Master Qel-Droma asked. “You didn’t ask us to,” the co-pilot droid replied. “Well take us down now. Find a good place to land inside the capital city.” “Renego,” Aydee said. “What?” Allen asked, who was in the middle of re-attaching he droid’s arm. “That’s the name of the capital; Renego.” “Okay then, take us down to Renego,” Master Qel-Droma told the pilot. He complied, and the ship turned so that it was on course towards Mandatta, the second of only three planets in the system, and the only one of which was habitable. The pilot steered them down towards a large city situated on the very end of a large peninsula. Large, sleek buildings comprised the entire city, although the tallest of which wasn’t nearly as tall as those on Nar Shaddaa. Outside of the city, the entire peninsula was covered with large fields and farmland, minus a single large road that led right down the middle of the peninsula. The next city, which was much smaller than the capital, was situated on the mainland right next to the peninsula. Judging by the network of roads branching off from it, the Mandanians probably used landspeeders to travel. “Take us down as close as you can to the capital,” Master Qel-Droma told the pilot. “Yes sir.” He guided them down towards a large field of some strange crop. They landed in a small clearing where nothing was growing except some tall weeds, or what looked like them anyway. From here, the edge of the city was no more than ten meters away. “Should I stay here with the ship?” AD-01 asked. Allen had just finished re-attacking his arm, and he was bending his fingers to make sure they still worked properly. “No, you’ll have to come with us,” Master Qel-Droma said. “If the dark jedi get you, they’ll have access to all of the exchange technology, and we can’t allow that to happen.” “Don’t worry, sir, they couldn’t access my memory core without the proper codes. But just to be safe, maybe I should follow you.” They left the ship in the care of the pilots. Hopefully, the yacht’s advanced security mechanism and reinforced hull would keep out any curious farmers. The walk to the city was short, but master Qel-Droma used it to tell the two padawans his plan. “Okay, we have to get a meeting with the leader of the Mandanians. The best way to do that is to get captured. We’re going to have to give up our force swords, but we can get them back later.” “Sir, I have an idea,” Aydee said. He opened up one of his front panels to reveal a large secret compartment. “I could probably force your swords in here, if you would like.” “Good idea,” Master Qel-Droma approved. The three jedi handed their force swords to the droid, who hid them away in the secret compartment. As soon as they reached the edge of the city, the dead end of a small street to be specific, they found out that the Mandanians must’ve seen the crash. A small crowd was gathered there. The Mandanians were actually quite similar to humans. They were in fact exactly the same, except they were all bald, had greenish-blue scales in place of skin, and had a longer chin extending from their mouth. Four of the Mandanians, who were wearing identical black uniforms that resembled skin-tight swimsuits, pushed their way to the front of the crowd. Each was carrying some sort of short, silver blaster. “Met los tessin kos maf, kreto!” one yelled waving his blaster in the air threateningly. Master Qel-Droma reached his hand out in front of him, and closed his eyes. Satra could feel him probing the Mandanian’s mind with the force. “He wants us to put our hands in the air,” the jedi master explained. The three jedi, and Aydee, did so. Two more of the black suited Mandanians approached them, and put a pair of metal stun-cuffs around each of their wrists. As Satra moved her hands though, she noticed that these stun-cuffs didn’t stun. “Inkel!” a Mandanian yelled. “Move,” Master Qel-Droma echoed. The black-suited Mandanians led them through the crowd and into landspeeders that actually still had wheels they were so primitive. Satra and Allen were pushed into the back of one such speeder, and Master Qel-Droma and Aydee were put into another. They were both taken to a large, impressive looking building. It was only about two stories high, but it was probably one of the widest buildings in town. They were led strait through the building until they reached a large set of highly-decorated double doors. A chime then rung, and they were led into the room. Satra was taken aback at the pure size of the room. Although it was far from the largest she had seen, it was still huge. The room itself stretched up to the ceiling of the building, but then it went down about ten more floors into the ground. The room itself reminded her of the Galactic Senate, with many seats situated along each wall, and the room itself shaped like a large cone. There were about 500 Mandanians in the room total, each in one of the seats around the room. All of them wore identical red robes with fancy gold lining. The jedi and Aydee were led down the stairs to the floor in the center of the room. The nearest seats were twenty feet above them, probably so that they couldn’t attempt to hurt the Mandanians sitting in them. The only way off of the floor were the stairs, and a intimidating metal door. Above them, at the very top level of seats, one of the Mandanians stood up. “Crenk se looblay manloor?” “He’s asking if we can understand their language,” Master Qel-Droma said. He looked up at the Mandanian and yelled, “Reco, sit me loosy esnamar.” He then turned to the others and said. “No, but I can translate.” Master Qel-Droma continued to translate for his padawans as the conversation continued. “Good,” the Mandanian said. “You are hereby brought before the Senate of Mandatta for questioning. Who are you, and why are you here?” “We are here to protect you,” Master Qel-Droma answered. “Even as we speak, and army is on their way to invade and enslave you. We also have an army which is on its way to help you, if you so allow us.” “So then, you are scouts?” “We are scouts, but we are also the leaders of the army. My name is Savel Qel-Droma, and these are my apprentices, Allen and Satra Zen-Dura.” “Who is the robot?” “This is AD-01. He is here as our... information holder.” “I am Supreme Senator Icre. Explain to me more about these armies. Will they come from space, as you did?” “Yes,” Master Qel-Droma said. “There will be many of them. My forces will do their best to defend you, but the attackers are very powerful. We will need your support if we hope to win this battle.” “Why do these enemies wish to invade us?” “We believe they want the resources of your planet. It is my guess that they will enslave you as miners, farmers, and possibly even solders. They are trying to take over the galaxy, and they will need resources for that.” “Prove to us that you are truly on our side. How do I know this isn’t just some trick?” “Very well,” Master Qel-Droma said. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He then turned to Satra and Allen. “Stay here.” The jedi master then reached out with the force. He pulled his force sword out of AD’s secret compartment, and then jumped up the Senate room until he reached Supreme Senator Icre. The former put his sword up to the neck of the latter, and then smiled. “This should be proof that we are on your side.” He the put his sword into his robes, and jumped back down to the floor of the room. “What does that prove?” Icre asked. “That you’re a good jumper and an assassin?” “If I was your enemy, I could’ve killed you right there,” he said. “I didn’t, because we’re trying to help you.” “Why?” Another of the Senators asked rising to his feet. “Because the people who are going to invade you are evil. As I’ve said, they want to rule the galaxy. Me, and my allies, do not want that to happen. Also, we would rather not see the people of Mandatta have to suffer, believe it or not.” “The Senate will have to debate this.” Supreme Senator Icre clapped his hands twice, and the door next to the jedi opened. A dozen of the black-suited Mandanians rushed into the room, their strange-looking blasters pointed at the jedi and the droid. Master Qel-Droma took his sword out of his robe, holding it by the blade. He reached out and handed it to the nearest guard. The guard took it, and then took the other two out of AD’s no-longer-secret compartment. “Stop!” All of them looked up, surprised, to see why Supreme Senator Icre had yelled. Another Mandanian in a black uniform was standing behind him. “Dozens of spaceships have just been sighted in the system. It appears they were right.” “What do the ships look like?” Master Qel-Droma asked. He hoped that they were the Exchange ships, and not the dark jedi’s. “It is impossible to tell from this far away,” the black-suited Mandanian behind Icre answered, this time in fluent Basic. He ran behind the top row of seats to the stairs, and started taking them two at a time towards the jedi. “What happens now?” Master Qel-Droma asked. “I’m High General Minnor,” the black-suited Mandanian introduced himself. “Please follow me, we have to prepare defenses.” General Minnor then turned to one of the guards, “Give them back their weapons.” The solder complied, and Satra gladly took her force sword back. General Minnor led them through the intimidating double-doors and down a long hallway. “Where are we going?” Master Qel-Droma asked the General. The guards all filed around them like bodyguards. “To the command center. I’ve been told to help you in any way I can during the battle. All of the Mandattan Security Force is at our disposal.” They arrived at the command room, a large area with ancient-looking computers all around them. Black-suited Mandanians were looking at various screens. General Minnor led them right to the largest of the screens, one that took up part of one of the walls, stretching all the way from the ceiling to the floor. But what scared Satra the most was what was on the screen. It was a large picture of a fighter, and it didn’t look like anything that belonged to the exchange. “This is a picture of one of the spaceships approaching the planet,” the General explained. “Oh, no,” Master Qel-Droma voiced what they all were thinking. “The dark jedi are here.” -----signature----- Heart of the Sith (KotOR-era, Action/Adventure): http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29384282/p1/?2 Links to all my stories can be found at The Sith Archives: http://www.freewebs.com/lord_zeron/
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darshaassant Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/18/05 12:12am Subject: RE: The Lost War- Part I: Rise of the Sith (Adventure, OCs, origin of Sith, Sith vs. Jedi)
	AHHH! THE SITH ARE HERE!! Looking forward to the action! -----signature----- An infrequent poster
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