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'Til Death: Jedi Purge Vignettes- COMPLETED 4/26/05 (Possible Spoilers)
Fisto89
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*Yes, this is a series of vignettes, and they are all somehow related (kind of)... and they are out of order for a reason.*
Title: 'Til Death
Author: Fisto89
Timeframe: ROTS and on.
Genre: Action-Jedi Purge
Characters: Riatta Farr, Sazi B'Mith, Aer Cliss, Shaak Ti, Jona-Cin, children
Disclaimer: The usual- I don't own anything, George Lucas does.
Chapter One: Innocent
Several of the children were rising now, their slumber deeply disturbed... by what? She didn't quite know, and so she told them to be quiet, settle down, and try to sleep. She herself did not.
"Master Farr."
Riatta turned to regard the child who had crept out of bed and was tugging on her light brown robe. She blinked twice. The young male alien, of an undetermined species, stood in his nightclothes, wiping the sleep from his eyes with a curled brown hand.
"Go back to bed, Aer," Riatta said. Her blue eyes looked down on Aer sternly. Aer did not flinch.
"I can't sleep. I have nightmares," the child replied softly. "We all do."
"I know," Riatta replied, sighing. The children were not the only one plagued by dreams, dreams which were unable to be interpreted. Master Yoda had personally connected with all those who had experienced the nightmares, but nothing could be found.
Vivid and dark, the nightmares came every night, and no one was spared from them. Every child screamed as one at precisely the same moment. Riatta could never sleep long, before the screaming began. The room had been shut off from the world-no windows, a solitary door (locked), and the only path outside was the food slot. The children, who had only months ago longed to be outside, to run free in the city, were now scared of even leaving their bed. Aer was the exception.
"When can we leave, Master Farr?" he asked, his eyes pools of dripping water.
"Not for a long time. It is unsafe." Riatta was blunt, and she knew it, but there was a certain security in the children's fear. She didn't have to worry about them trying to escape.
Without warning (how had they been able to escape Riatta's clairvoyant omniscience?), a sharp tapping, rising in frequency and intensity, came from outside. The children all awoke. Aer grabbed Riatta's cloak again. She pried him off and almost threw him back toward the others. The children huddled together in the opposite corner of the door. Riatta stood from her chair and cautiuously approached. The tapping was now a pounding, and more sounds were emanating from outside-voices, screams... and the sound of laserfire.
Riatta stood next to the slot, and quickly flipped it open.
An eye. That's what she saw, and she jumped backwards. The eye was a familiar one, but she didn't expect to see it here.
"Let me in," the eye begged. Riatta, unable to pronounce the words, typed in the thirty-letter code to open the door.
Three Jedi rushed in, without cloaks, with lightsabers drawn. The eye had belonged to Riatta's oldest friend and former master, Sazi B'Mith. The black eyes stood upon Sazi's green head. An amphibious Surulian, with webbed feet and hands and bulbous eyes like a frog, Sazi was two heads taller than Riatta and the other Jedi, who Riatta did not immediately recognize in the dim, artificial light from Sazi's green blade and the blue ones of Shaak Ti, a Togruta, and Jona-Cin, a Nikto. The door swung shut behind them, locking in place.
"What is it?" Riatta asked breathlessly. She didn't wait for her master to say the inevitable 'They're here', and ignited her lightsaber as well.
"Is there any escape?" Sazi asked quickly. Riatta nodded, and pointed to one of the beds. She flung it out of the way using the Force, and opened the portal below it. The children gasped in amazement, especially the one who had slept in that bed only moments before.
"In, in, in!" Riatta shouted, pushing the children down the dark hole. Many were reluctant, but they had all disappeared by the time that the loud crash sounded overhead.
"Now you," Riatta said, and motioned for Jona-Cin, Shaak and Sazi to enter. They did without question. Riatta quickly fixed the bed back in position and slid down the hole, closing it behind her.
She landed next to her master, swiftly and quickly, in the foot-high stench water of the sewer. The children were all huddled and wet.
"Which way?" Shaak Ti asked, her soft voice echoing forever along the greasy pipe. Riatta motioned with her head, and led the way. Sazi caught up with her, while Shaak and Jona-Cin walked behind and herded the children in front of them.
"They killed Ral and Petch," Sazi said softly as they splashed through the sewer. "They didn't have a chance."
"Have you contacted Master Yoda?" Riatta asked. She never found out.
The lights of the sewer, which Riatta did not know existed, flickered on, and Riatta found herself within feet of her comrades. The clone troopers stood watching them. Riatta breathed a sigh of relief, before the clone troopers opened fire.
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Feedback is welcomed-this is my first attempt at a series of Star Wars vignettes. Criticism is welcome if it is constructive (I only aim to improve). This will continue on for 10 "chapters ", if it is successful. Thanks!
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Hi,
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I enjoyed the way you built tension throughout the viggie. The realization of what was going on came to me slowly - just as it should! It is a relief to read a story that doesn't give everything away in the first couple of paragraphs!
Welcome to the Boards. I'm fairly new myself (despite my registration date), so I like to watch for others trying to get started here.
Keep up the good work.
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Thanks, Nurse!
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Very nicely done!
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very nice, i like how you told it through the lesser known Jedi's eyes then having Anakin in the story etc very good! i hope there's going to be more soon
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I'm planning on having ten chapters in all, though I might expand it if enough people enjoy it/I get more ideas.
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Great start! The Purges are one of my favorite eras to write and read about. They are very sad, but such wonderful drama! You've got a great one started here; I can tell.
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Welcome
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, you've done a wonderful job with this start, painting a very sad and tragic change of life for the Jedi and the end.. when Riatta thought they were safe... that's just haunting.
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Title: 'Til Death
Author: Fisto89
Timeframe: ROTS and on.
Genre: Action-Jedi Purge
Characters: Pohra Zann, BTS-5, Sazi B'Mith
Disclaimer: The usual- I don't own anything, George Lucas does.
Chapter Two: Relay
The interior of his quarters was just the same as all the rest-they were made monotonously, so that no one had the better living area. There was something about his, though, that was different. Was it the air in the room, slowly circulating? Or was it the air of Yoda himself, although he wasn't inside at the moment? Although she was a droid, BTS-5 could still tell something was very different about this particular room.
Known as "Bits" by her fellow droids, she fit the description perfectly. Silver plated, she was meant to be a protocol droid, but some of her parts were displaced. She was, in fact, a hybrid, used of bits and pieces from different droids. Hence the name. She didn't quite understand why she was BTS-5, when she was the first of the BTS model (now all the rave for the upper class senators).
Jedi were so neat and tidy, and probably didn't need to have their sleeping quarters cleaned, but Bits had a job to do, and she did it well. She knew it would be a quick visit to Yoda's residence-he had a keen sense of making her job easier. There were exceptions to the Jedi, and some were sloppy.
The door was locked when she had arrived, and now was locked again. Was Yoda in so much need of security? Even for a droid, it was frightening. Bits patted down Yoda's bed, small and custom-made, of course, and picked up a hologram that was lying sideways on the floor next to the bed.
As she slowly placed it on the counter next to Yoda's bed, it made a low, gurgling noise and spat out an image. Although she rarely saw Jedi (she cleaned up after them once they had left for the day), she recognized Sazi B'Mith immediately. The elderly Jedi Master often frequented Jedi Council meetings, but refused a post when offered.
The image turned into a message, blinking several times, with disturbing background noises. Bits' hollow eyes gazed upon Master B'Mith as he calmly spoke, despite catastrophe falling all around him.
"Master Yoda," he pleaded as the message faded, "We need assistance."
"Oh, my." Bits' voice was metallic and cold, for she lacked emotion, but she knew that the concern for this was great. Then again, she knew that these were troubling times. Was Yoda desperately needed? It would break all record protocol if she revealed she had listened to a private-Jedi message. She decided to risk it. She was only spare parts anyway.
The locked door opened after a short, tilted conversation Bits had with it, and she hurried out into the hallway, scuffing the white floor with her dirty metal foot digits. As quickly as her droid legs could carry her, she sailed down the hall.
Running into someone as she turned the corner, Bits fell over onto the ground, making a cute little dent on the wall. The Jedi she had run into groaned and felt his head. He was a Twi'lek, with red skin-pigment (he was a Lethan). His two lekku were flailing wildly as he struggled to gain control of what had just happened.
"Please watch where you are going next time," he said in annoyance, continuing on. His robe billowed behind him, falling on Bits' metal face.
"Wait, Master Jedi-" she called. She reached for him with her fingers, and he turned, looking down at her.
"Yes?" he asked, his teeth gritted. Pohra Zann was late for his appointment with a fellow Jedi, and he didn't really have time to deal with droids. A close friend of his, Master Jako Saros, had sent a transmission to him from the river planet of Util, calling for help. He fingered his left lekku, a sign of impatience for him.
"Master Yoda received a message, but I do not know where to find him."
"Master Yoda is not available for the time being, I'm afraid to say," Pohra replied curtly. “He is plagued by many things, and he does not need interruptions at the moment.”
"There are Jedi with children who are being attacked. They called for reinforcements!" Bits spluttered, if that was the correct verb. (do droids splutter? She wondered)
"Where are they? Who are they?" Pohra helped the droid to its feet. "Show me the message." Bits followed her direct orders and led the Jedi to Yoda's room The message began, and Pohra grabbed his lekku again-this time, in fear. As he listened and watched, Pohra's eyes grew wide with horror-the children, the future of the Jedi, were at risk. They had been hidden for a reason.
Pohra snatched the hologram from the bedside table and placed it in his robe. He left the droid next to the bed, confused.
"Master Jedi? Where are you going?" Pohra didn't reply-he wasn't quite a Master yet. As the door closed behind him, he muttered, "Don't follow me."
His boots echoing down the hallway, Pohra ran in the direction he came from. He felt like he was in a race-against time, against the traitorous clones on the third moon of Pirus, and against himself. If he reached Master Yoda first, maybe, only maybe… But of course, it would be too late-Pirus was too far away. If only there were more than just the three Jedi-he knew Shaak Ti was powerful, and so was Sazi, but Shaak couldn’t fight alone against hundreds of clone devils, and Sazi was elderly. Jona-Cin had only been a Master for six months! They were looking for the children-what if? He tried not to think of what would happen if they had already killed Riatta Farr.
He found his way to the first floor of the Jedi Temple, and opened the huge doors that led to Coruscant-brilliant, metallic Coruscant. Although the light was not dim inside the Temple, Pohra had to blink as his eyes adjusted to the maelstrom of light that was Coruscant.
When he could see, he immediately wished he had better hearing. Coruscant was a city of death now-fighters flying overhead blew up as enemy ships came into view, people, aliens and humans, senators and socialites, male and female, adults and children, were all running in every possible direction. He could smell the blood.
Coming slowly into view, maybe a mile away but still large as a building, was something he had always believed would never come, but had always known would. The Separatist Droid Army-the population of the army had to be more than the number of Senators in the Galactic Republic. Pohra placed his hand out to the right and his lightsaber followed. He ignited it slowly. Bringing it in front of his face, he pulled from his tunic pocket the device every Jedi still stationed on Coruscant owned. A large red button dominated most of the metallic object. Pohra pressed it. From every building on the planet, the sound of alarms overruled all other noises.
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Sorry for waiting so long to do this
Thank you very much to LukesTheMan
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They are very much appreciated
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A great purge story. I hope you'll be posting more soon.
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Title: 'Til Death
Author: Fisto89
Timeframe: ROTS and on.
Genre: Action-Jedi Purge
Characters: Adi Gallia, Senator Tallia Ferro, P-A4P
Disclaimer: The usual- I don't own anything, George Lucas does.
Chapter Three: Slumber
Had she not been a Jedi, she could’ve been anything she wanted. Her beautiful and agile body would’ve made her the perfect dancer in the bars of Coruscant’s underbelly. Her stately air and charm would have been perfect had she been a socialite. And her voice was loud, clear and harmonious, something many Senators only dreamed of having. Adi Gallia, however, did not want to be a dirty dancer, a snotty socialite or a corrupt politician. She was happy the way she was.
Was it really happiness? She wondered, almost aloud, as she stood in the doorway, peering down at the prone form on the bed. If being admired, for her exotic beauty and skills as a Jedi both, was happiness, then she was continually joyful. Adi stood in the doorway, grace in human form, her Tholoth headdress, with organic and green-hued tentacles, sitting upon her head like a bird.
No, she was not happy. She did not like war, and here she was, standing in the Senator’s doorway, avoiding it. Even Piell, the person she looked to for all guidance, was dead-so many were dead. Her presence, almost her soul, had been shattered to see so many die. Master Yoda had suggested she stay away from it, and so here she was.
Tallia Ferro turned in her sleep, making a gurgling noise with her mouth. Adi turned, her lips pursed, and then relaxed. Why was she so jumpy? Be at peace, she told herself. Senator Ferro was not going to be attacked-she wasn’t very important. But then, why? Why had she, Adi, been placed in this position if the Senator from Welli was not important? So what, she had allied herself to Senators Mon Mothma, and Bail Organa, and Brii Fora? She had openly said she didn't want a Jedi protector! So why was Adi here? To keep her busy so she wouldn’t have to experience the dead luck of war? Distraction was key-Master Windu and Master Yoda knew Adi was easily diverted. Although both Adi and Tallia were human, Adi felt as if they were miles apart-Tallia never spoke to her bodyguard unless she wanted something she couldn’t get but the Jedi could.
Adi’s dark skin reflected in the glass walls of Ferro’s bedroom. Why, why would people want glass looking out into the city when they are frightened for their lives? Why was she even still on Coruscant if she were Palpatine’s number one enemy? Why was she, Adi, questioning everything? She should know better. She did not question, she merely obeyed. That is what the Jedi were called to do-they were protectors, and they obeyed.
But they were not so different, Adi and Ferro. Adi could have been a Senator-easily! She had the voice, the persuasion, the intellect (although some Senators did not possess these qualities), and she had the drive. Determined always and fierce when she needed to be, Adi was a force to be reckoned with. So why was there the huge difference between them, like master and servant? Adi was no servant.
Adi turned from the bedroom and reentered the parlor. She hadn’t slept in days, protecting Senator Ferro from what never came. The night beckoned to her-she longed to take a running start, and just fly out from the balcony. She would have to trust in the Force to let her land in one piece, to save her from death. Oh, how she missed excitement. But, oh, how she despised death. Death had been a major part of her life for some time. It seemed in the past few years, a friend could only last so long before permanent separation.
Running her hands through her headdress’s tentacles, she gazed out the window. The stars in the sky were barely visible due to the large buildings. She thought it funny, sometimes, that Coruscant was one planet, one city, and it was night on East City and day on West City at the same time.
She should have recognized the danger in the air-the “disturbance in the Force”.
She didn’t realize it when she heard the sound of cracking glass, and then she turned her head sharply. On her toes, her boots making no noise on the Trimphan wood floor, she slinked to the threshold that led to Tallia Ferro’s bedroom. She entered cautiously.
She could see, in the huge glass wall, a small, cracked hole in the top right hand corner, and she could see the charred pieces on the carpeted floor. The Senator had not awoken. Whatever had made the hole had done its job. Adi was immediately reminded of Senator Amidala’s assassination attempt, struck with the method used, and searched the room with her mind. There were only two living forms in the room. She ignited her lightsaber. There were many non-living things in the vicinity, and several of them didn’t belong.
Five silver-colored metal spheres, the size of Adi’s fist, the size of the glass hole, lay spread out around the Senator’s giant bed, which was fit to hold ten. They had not been there when Adi had last checked. The turned the lights switch on. The Senator groaned and slowly sat up in bed, her head resting against the giant pillow.
“Wha-What is it?” she asked in between yawns. Adi motioned for her to be quiet. Ferro immediately knew something was wrong. Adi peered down at the spheres. Someone had dropped them in. If they were bombs, Adi knew how to field them out and keep them both safe, even if the apartment were destroyed.
Without warning (Would they have given a warning?) the spheres began to change, to open up, and, like a bird from a large egg, five metal shapes emerged from them. They continued growing, and Adi gasped.
Droids, as tall as Wookies, stood before them, metal, with blinking eyes. Menacing and stupefying at the same time, the droids unattached their weapons from their backs-large knives, energized by electricity. The Senator’s eyes widened in fear. Her lips tried to say something, and Adi saw her mouth “Palpatine.”
The glass shattered as a sixth and final droid, two times as tall as the other five, entered the room from the air outside. He also wielded large, pointy, electric knives. Adi never learned this, but this new breed of droid, the P-A4, was the latest invention of the Separatists. The largest one was known as a P-A4P-double “P” for double power. These were droids of war.
Adi stared at them for a moment, and in the silence, she almost smiled. Ferro wasn't that important-Grievous hadn't been sent in. She regretted thinking that immediately.
The P-A4P took one side glance at Adi, as if to scoff at her, and then advanced toward Senator Ferro, face stricken with terror, clutching the sheets of her bed in a tight death grip. Leading the way, the other five droids followed P-A4P, blinking menacingly. The Senator screamed. Adi called for help using her mind (Who would hear her? Would they come in time?), and then attacked.
She gave a good fight, destroying three of the smaller droids. She suffered wounds-her arm was bleeding and her headdress had fallen off from a cruel kick to the back of the head- as she bent over the dead Senator. She had failed in her mission. The two remaining smaller droids flew out the window, leaving the largest one. It was almost as if he smiled, though he was only a droid.
Engulfed in rage, despite her dislike for the Senator, she flew at the large droids, plunging her lightsaber deep into its metal chest. He fell backwards, but then gained the upper hand. He threw Adi out the open window, and she desperately snatched at the air, her lightsaber gone and her hope as well.
Fortune had found favor in her sight, as a small outcropping, a sideways metal post right below the window proved to be her savior. She held on to it, as P-A4P peered over the side of the window down at her. Adi was about to push him back using the Force, when it let its blade fall with a mighty swoop.
She fell as well, leaving her hands, still holding onto the post, behind. Down, down, down toward the core of Coruscant-the heartbeat that was the core soothed her, almost, inducing a slumber for the Jedi Master. The wind whipping her hair, bleeding profusely from bloody stumps, Adi lost sight of the Force, which did not save her.
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As the Purges is one of my favorite subjects, I am enjoying this greatly! You are doing a wonderful job!
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Title: 'Til Death
Author: Fisto89
Timeframe: ROTS and on.
Genre: Action-Jedi Purge
Characters: Plo Koon, General Grievous, Bultar Swan
Disclaimer: The usual- I don't own anything, George Lucas does.
Chapter Four: Lessons
“Concentrate. Do not lose eye contact. Know your enemy.” Master Koon’s words echoed repeatedly inside her head. “Use the Force. Know your enemy. Who is he? Why is he fighting you? What does he want? What does he have to gain, what does he have to lose? Know him-know every bit of him, every molecule that combines to make up his body.”
But now, Plo Koon did not say anything. His deep voice was silent in the early evening’s glow over the far horizon. His yellow lightsaber hummed, a reassuring sound for Bultar. Plo was watchful, never keeping his eyes in one place at a time. Bultar’s blue lightsaber didn’t hum. In comparison, it squeaked- as if the more power a Jedi had, the greater the luminance and, thus, the greater the noise the lightsaber emitted.
“Master… I’m worried.” Bultar still called Plo her master, although she was technically now a Jedi Knight-quickly ascended in rank so as to perform more jobs for the safety of the Republic. Or what had been the Republic.
“Do not be, Bultar. Be at peace. Know your surroundings.” His voice was beautiful-poetic in a sense that irony was poetic. “We will find them.” Why was he always so sure of everything?
“We should stay put. They will find us quicker.”
“They are not looking for us,” Plo replied, his voice ringing with a finite sadness. They passed under one of the many trees, stretching and touching the sky, and were thankful for the shade it provided. They stood still for a few moments. Plo considered taking off his cloak, but something told him it would be useful later. The Parliss star was a cruel one, and this planet, the sole moon of Nervii, was exposed to its heat for hours on end, with only two of freedom.
“How can you be certain?”
“Trust me.” Bultar did, but still she was hesitant to continue on. Already she was in pain, and the scorching heat of the star was scarring her face. Hoping it would heal, she ventured out of the shade of the tree with Plo once again.
Parliss had finally retreated by the time Plo and Bultar reached the compound. A huge dome, metal and unwanted on the moon, protruded from the earth, halfway submerged. Battle droids surrounded it, spread out over a ten-mile radius. Bultar shivered-when it was hot, it was hot, and when it wasn’t hot, it was cold. She immediately regretted leaving her cloak on their ship. Plo offered his to her, but she refused.
“Do you think they are being held prisoner?” Bultar asked as they watched from afar. Plo nodded. “In there?” she asked, wishing he wouldn’t reply.
“Most definitely,” he noted, a tinge of sadness threatening to overrule his voice. His fingers itching for his lightsaber, which he had placed in its spot on his belt, he continued onward. He concentrated-they must not be seen, or the other three would surely never make it out alive. He was certain that they were still alive-he could feel their spirits, their souls, their worry, their heartbeats. He glanced up at Nervii, sitting lazily in the sky, and slowly, he and Bultar shimmered out of view. Technically speaking, they were merely running at such a fast speed they could not be seen. The battle droids they destroyed in their path never saw them come or go. Plo continued running, not once stopping, not looking back.
Inside the compound, he reappeared, but Bultar did not. He tried to find her with his mind, and realized he had left her behind.
“Master-please help me! I’m lost!”
“You are not lost,” he told her, shimmering out of view once more. It was too risky to go and find her. “Go back to where we were.” Their minds connected.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“We are here, together, as one, Bultar. Trust in me-I will find you once I have freed the others from captivity. You are safe-find a place to hide. I will find you.”
“I’m no good alone! I’m not a very good fighter!”
“Calm, calm, Bultar, you will awaken the whole planet with your mind-screams,” Plo told her as he inched his way through the hallway he had found himself in. The other Jedi were here somewhere. “We are together-connect our minds, Bultar. We will never be parted if you do not lose the connection. Have you got it?”
“I have it, Master.”
“We will not be parted-keep the connection. Unless we both are dead, we will not be parted, and after that-who knows what will happen? But do not worry, do not fret.. I will find you. Trust me.”
“Goodbye Master. May the Force be with you.”
Plo did not reply. He did not need to. He had found them. Opening the huge silver door with the Force, he entered the room, still invisible to the naked eye. The room in which the Jedi were held was large, with computers and other various machineries scattered about, blinking and computing and performing other functions. As he approached the Jedi, hung from the ceiling, he could feel Bultar’s connection. He stopped right before the first of his captured friends, and realized why they had not escaped sooner.
Hanging from the ceiling, their necks bent forward, the three Jedi had their weapons confiscated. The lightsabers were ignited and mere centimeters away from the back of its owner’s neck. What really befuddled Plo was the device used to keep the lightsabers in place-Force resistant! How had they managed to bottle the Force and thus prevent it? Plo attempted several times to release the lightsabers, but the Force could not penetrate the field holding them in place. Plo slowly, using his own lightsaber, cut the cords binding them, a risk if the lightsabers were to follow through the neck. Luckily, they did not. The three other Jedi, all Masters, all lost in the wreck of their ship, stood up, smiles on their faces. Plo did not have time to stop. Destroying everything in the room, he was able to find the controls to the lightsaber-holders. The three Jedi reclaimed their lightsabers, and together, the four shimmered out of sight and rushed out of the door.
They were nearly escaped from the complex. They could see the star already rising, and they smelled the fresh air that would soon smell of rancid death. The last Jedi Master barely had his feet on natural ground when he stopped. The door closed behind them, as if it was expected.
“We are not free yet,” one of the Jedi Masters spoke in his mind, and they continued on. Just then, a huge, silver shape, wielding four lightsabers it didn’t own, landed behind them. Bultar’s connection screamed, but Plo told her to stay back. As one almost, the four Jedi Masters turned to regard General Grievous. How could he see them when they were invisible?
“Hello, friends,” Grievous’ tinny voice irked Plo’s sensitive ears. “I was expecting you some time ago.” Plo didn’t look into Grievous’ eyes and the evil lying there. Instead, he looked at his belt, where several lightsabers hung. There-Adi Gallia’s. There-Even Piell’s. There-Sliw-Pone Ria’s. Grievous had been busy, and successful.
Bultar screamed as Grievous attacked, but no one heard her, least of all Plo Koon. She started running, but she couldn’t concentrate, and therefore could not run as fast as she could.
“Do not break the connection. We shall not part until death arrives for us both!”
Grievous and his four arms attacked with deadly speed, uncanny and frightening at the same time. Plo and the other three Jedi each had an upper limb to fight, but Grievous also owned two lower limbs, which kicked the Jedi into different spots. From there, Grievous attacked them one at a time.
“Master!”
“The connection, Bultar! Stop moving and concentrate! Retain the connection!” Bultar stopped at her former master’s words. She felt the energy surge, and then leave her. She almost crumpled to the ground, until she realized that her master had obtained her own powers.
Plo fought bravely, managing to sever two of Grievous’ added upper limbs. With the combined force of master and former Padawan, Plo was a force to be reckoned with, a sight to be seen. He was the last of the four Jedi Masters to die, a stab in the side, and then a plunge into his chest. Grievous picked up the four lightsabers.
“The connection, Bultar.” Bultar rose, and could see the fallen forms of her comrades in front of Grievous, and heard her late former Master’s words, now anew. He turned, and saw her. Bultar’s power had returned with full force, and with it, the combined forces of those that Grievous had just slain. Bultar’s scream as she ran, faster than humanly possible, was enough to shatter the eardrums of any normal creatures. The battle droids around Grievous split into pieces, and Grievous’ chest plate was dented. He never saw her coming, and she struck with such force that Grievous flew back into the large dome, crashing through the metal. She continued her attack, striking at every moment. It wasn’t anger she felt, it was a sense of connection. Those whom Grievous had just killed combined in her, and she didn’t think that she was probably the first Jedi to hear the dead speak (she wasn’t), or the first to experience other Jedi’s powers combined (she was). She merely thought how bittersweet it would be when Grievous saw the final death blow, and whimpered in her sight.
Grievous fought hard, but Bultar harder. She forced him back, continually, smashing through walls and creating quite a ruckus. She smiled. Power surged through her arms. Grievous was down, her lightsaber was up, she smiled, she brought her lightsaber down onto him, his lightsabers were of no use, she almost cackled, she almost screamed-
She lost the connection. She could hear Plo yelling at her to retain it, but she had lost it. Plo’s voice faded. “’Til death do we part, Bultar!”
It was then Bultar realized she was just a human, just a girl, just a newly-made Knight, just somebody, somebody on the moon of Nervii, shot in the back of the head by several droids at the same time. She hadn’t learned her lesson-never lose the connection. They had all parted, departed. She crumpled to the ground, folded like a chair, her body arranged in artificial slumber.
Grievous stood up, still shaking. He had not lost. He immediately destroyed the droids who had undermined Bultar’s added power. There was no evidence against him. He had yet to lose a fight. He had killed her. He picked up her lightsaber and placed it on his belt, and went to find the ones he had lost in the melee. Picking his way through the destruction, he found them quickly.
The connection was forever lost.
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*This one's a little heavier, a little longer...*
Title: 'Til Death
Author: Fisto89
Timeframe: ROTS and on.
Genre: Action-Jedi Purge
Characters: Luminara Unduli, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Stass Allie, Yoda, Mari Finn, Ontaa Som, Morii Ast, Tin-Kio Faul, Nik Fallo, Xilo-Ras-Bigoti.
Disclaimer: The usual- I don't own anything, George Lucas does.
Chapter Five: Interruption
Although a large percentage of their number spread far and wide (which resulted in their dwindling), there were nine gathered together among the graves of the forgotten. Yoda was not among them-Yoda was nowhere. Only a few knew of his location, and several of them were already dead. They had no leader-nearly all of the twelve were killed, and new members needed to be added. At the moment, there were nine.
Ki-Adi-Mundi was deemed the regent for Master Yoda, and Stass Allie the regent for Master Windu, even though they were not nearly as powerful. There they stood, the Council in its weakness. War-devastated, the entire planet of Yists was a desert. Nothing remained, except the gravestones of seven hundred and thirty-two Jedi, dutifully buried. The Yists-Krian War, bloody, unneeded, and a distraction from the ended Clone Wars, had been quite eventful. Three Jedi had survived the ordeal. Three, of seven hundred and thirty five that had been sent to the peaceful planet, plagued by war. The Yisti were all dead, extinct, a race that had been exterminated in the fatal move. The Forkrian race had dominated the planet, and then left it for dead. The war had been pointless. It made Luminara sick.
In four separate plots, each containing over two hundred graves, Luminara and the other Jedi Masters on the Council examined the gravestones. Luminara had been crying since they arrived-the tears she shed wet the earth and seemed to grant it a new lease on life. Someday, perhaps, someone would look back and realize that peace was the answer to life, not war, not devastation, not battle.
Luminara bent before the grave marked “Barriss Offee”, and kneeled in the sand. The star above, which was blocked out by the clouds of dust that never left the sky, shone down on the grave, illuminating the name. Luminara’s head sank to her breast. The padded footsteps did not distract her from her meditation.
“Please,” Mari Finn said softly above her in his throbbing Ithorian voice. “Do not do this to yourself.” Luminara did not reply, did not look up. Groping in the air for the grave, she found it, and traced the words with her fingers.
“Do not disturb her.” Mari turned to face the Rodian Morii Ast. Mari nodded and let Luminara be. Mari and Ast silently crept away from Luminara, whose hands were now feeling the container above the grave. Each of the marking stones held one above it-the lightsabers of the dead. She opened the container, separating it from the grave. She held her former Padawan’s lightsaber, and put it on her belt, next to her own.
Seated in a circle further away, far from the grave plots, on the desert’s sand (no reason to bring the chairs), the Council members were discussing quietly. Luminara sat down among them. It was doubtful that anyone would come to look for them on a dead planet.
“We are scattered-there is no way we can find the remnant,” Stass Allie was saying as Luminara joined her comrades. Almost identical to her cousin Adi Gallia, Luminara knew Stass also felt the loss.
“We can try,” Ontaa Som replied indignantly. A somewhat-headstrong human, she was a fierce fighter, cunning as well. “There is no reason not to try.”
“We have every reason not to try!” Morii Ast interrupted. “We are the head of the Jedi Order, and we must protect ourselves first and foremost, if we are going to continue on.”
“The Jedi Order is over,” Ki-Adi-Mundi sighed. “The children are dead.”
“Not all of them!” Tin-Kio Faul, the Gran Master, replied. “Some survive.” He shook his head, his multiple eyes following.
“I agree with Master Ast,” Luminara said quietly, her voice heavy, laden with a burden each Jedi felt. “Should we, the Masters, sacrifice our life so that the Padawans will live? Who would teach them?”
“Master Yoda-” Stass began, but she was interrupted by Nik Fallo, the bitter vertically challenged human. “Master Yoda will not come out of hiding to teach second-hand children the ways of the Jedi.”
“First of all,” Mari Finn cried, “Master Yoda is not in hiding. He is biding his time. Second, no one is second-hand in the eyes of the Jedi.”
“The ones we chose, Force-sensitive, high-Midichlorian count, are the first-hand. Those who could not have been Jedi if the children survived will have to suffice,” Nik replied, spitting on the sand. The Jedi immediately erupted into a verbal sparring, which continued for several pointless minutes.
“Nothing is accomplished!” Ontaa cried over the din. “Please, we must have order!”
“The Jedi Order is no more,” Luminara said sadly. “All hope is lost.”
“Don’t say that!” Ki-Adi-Mundi shouted. “It is not the truth!” Luminara turned away from him. She knew it was.
“How many are left? Can you tell me?” Luminara demanded. “If you can possibly count them, then all hope is lost. We have no hope unless we are invincible, and to be invincible, we must be innumerable.”
“We are invincible. We won the Clone Wars,” noted the usually-silent Duros, Xilo-Ras-Bigoti.
“Won? Won?” Luminara screamed. All the things she had been taught, all the things she had taught Barriss, she forgot. She was a normal being, who was allowed to scream, to lose concentration. “How can you say that when so many were lost? How can you say that when so many died every day? How can you conceivably imagine saying that when we were duped, duped?” She stood up and looked at them all, one by one, eye to eye. “Yes, we were duped, and we are too proud to admit it. We are just humble Jedi, and we have lost. LOST! Look at what has become of us, because of Palpatine, because of the treachery he bestowed upon our fate! Look! Are we still the blind Jedi? Dead… They’re all dead. We are the survivors of a shipwreck, of a devastating holocaust. We, all of us, went into the fire… and we are the only ones who emerged unscathed. Look at me talking-unscathed? We are not unscathed. Ki-Adi-Mundi!” she said, moving toward him and pointing menacingly. “Your home world, Cerea, is it completely gone? Is it a dead planet like this one?” She hurried to Stass Allie, and touched the familiar Tholoth headdress. “Your cousin? Did she not die, mutilated, deformed?” She rushed to Tin-Kio Faul. “I heard the Gran Senators, all six of them, were slaughtered, slaughtered, by their own, traitorous bodyguards.” She entered the circle now, standing directly in the middle. “And look at me-Barriss! Oh, Barriss, a casualty… but she is only one, of so many! Why must so many have died? Why? Palpatine, the Sith dog, the Sith traitor, he duped us all, Jedi or not. We were tricked, comrades. We cannot make any more mistakes. Look at us-the Jedi Council. Now we sit on the ground, the dirty ground, orange sand-not because of the sun, no, no, but because of the BLOOD, the bloodshed that was spent here. We, the Jedi Council, not even complete-we don’t even have enough Jedi Masters left-or at least we don’t know where they are. We have no way of contacting anyone. The rest of them will die-they are confused, and cannot stand against an army alone! Do we search for them? No, fruitless, pointless, we do not. We abide, as Yoda does, we abide.” She pulled her lightsaber to her left, and placed Barriss’ in the right. She ignited them both as one. Grimly, she continued.
“Today the light of my Padawan will live once more… She will live! She will see the stars! She will see what the future has in store for the fate of the galaxy. One of many, in such a large universe… and we let one man, one simple man, rule it. We let so many rule ALL of it. And that man turned out to be the nightmare; the ones we thought were gone. He was two men, yes-he was Palpatine, and he is Sidious. He is insidious Sidious, evil man, loathsome creature. Jedi! That’s all we are! And we are weak, and we grew lazy in our success over the galaxy. Someday, when the Republic that is now an Empire returns to its true form, its beautiful form, with no corruption, no evil-that will be the day that the Jedi are strong, and protect, and love! But now! Look at us, Jedi!”
The mouths of all seated stood agape, the tongues (for those who had them) flattened against their teeth. Not one eye left Luminara-her yellowed skin, her face tattoos, her black tunic and cloak, the green and blue lightsabers she held in either hand. Mari Finn wished that they were back in the Jedi Council Room on Coruscant-there, every Council meeting was recorded, for future reference. The speech Luminara had just given him was perhaps the greatest he had ever heard. He had never experienced such emotion.
“Do what you will,” Luminara said. “I have nothing further to say.”
She sat down again between Mari Finn and Ontaa Som. Mari patted her back once, and then, embarrassed, looked at the ground. He saw the trembling sand, and knew there was trouble. The others realized it at the same time. They were surrounded.
Each Jedi ignited their lightsaber, looking in all directions-even the sun was blocked out by the monstrous droid army amassed at their doorstep. They were trapped. Luminara had been correct-hope was lost. A few gasps were heard, but Luminara didn’t know who they had come from. The droids stood there, watching, waiting.
“There is no ambush here,” Mari Finn noted sourly. “We let them come.”
Luminara wasn’t paying attention, but she was sure she heard the other Jedi speaking in low tones as the droids looked on. It wasn’t about the droids, however, which Luminara was thinking about-were they confused? Unsure of what to do? Did they have orders to take the Jedi alive for once?
As soon as the first shot was fired from the front line of Super Battle Droids, Luminara was engulfed in a large, translucent golden globe. She looked confused, until she realized that the Jedi were using their powers together to block the Battle Droids, and they were all safely inside. The shots were reflecting off the globe and hitting several of their enemies, knocking them to the ground. She looked back at her comrades, who were struggling to hold the globe in place with their mind and who had placed their lightsabers back in their belts. They didn’t look like they needed her help, however, so she put her empty hands out, toward the enemy.
Droids everywhere were falling, crushed by the Force from Luminara’s hands. Scores of them fell, but even more took their place. It seemed the planet was not as isolated as they thought. Luminara turned her attention from destroying droids when she realized her friends were weakening. Adding her strength to the globe, it grew, and as it did, the battle droids in its path were fried, and fell to the ground in fizzing pieces.
The Battle Droids ceased their firing. “Should we release the shield?” Ki-Adi-Mundi asked, looking at the Jedi in the circle. No one replied.
“If we continue this much longer, we will lose all strength,” Ontaa Som said, and the Jedi agreed. Within seconds, the globe had vanished, and the Jedi had, as one, flown into the air and begun their downward attack.
Landing next to Stass Allie amidst a sea of droids, Luminara brought havoc to her enemies in the form of two lightsabers. Following her example, Stass called upon the others to summon the lightsabers from the graves of the fallen. Over seven hundred lightsabers emerged from the dead, and the souls of the fallen were allowed one last chance at victory. Each Jedi held two lightsabers, and used others, with their minds, to attack the surrounding droids.
Luminara saw Xilo-Ras-Bigoti fall to the ground in a storm of fire, but then stand up, demolish a few more droids, and fall for the last time. Eight left, one more body to bury, one more grave to mourn. She continued her constant destruction, blocking out the image of dead friends of past and future.
She saw Nik Fallo in the sky, raining down on the droids as he decapitated and mutilated everything within sight. She turned as Nik was shot in the thigh, and, in his distraction, twice in the shoulder. Racing toward him, she recognized it was too late and stopped a few yards short.
She traveled through the army, leaving a wake of useless metal like a ship on water. She landed sharply on the sand, twisting her ankle a bit. Coughing in pain, she looked down at the sand. Each particle going faster than the speed of light, she thought, would be pretty painful. She commenced a new battle technique: sand shooting.
“Retreat!” Luminara turned, blocking a laser shot, and saw Ki-Adi-Mundi, still shouting, fly up into the air. Luminara and the remaining Jedi alive jumped as well, higher than any normal being. The guns of the enemy pointed upward.
The Force-driven Globe landed in the middle of the army, destroying many of the enemy ranks. Luminara breathed slowly. There were five of them left-she, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Stass Allie, Mari Finn, and Morii Ast. She wondered where the bodies of the others were. A horrible thought, she realized.
“This cannot go on much longer,” Ki-Adi-Mundi grunted. Luminara’s chest gave a pitiful heave as she felt the energy draining from her fingertips. The globe began to fade as the Jedi lost power, and sweat appeared on all five foreheads. Hope was lost, once again.
It was found in a small green form, the savior of the Jedi Council. Somehow, like the battle droids, Yoda had found them. Somehow, the Council was given a new lease on life.
Utterly tired, Luminara and the others sank to the ground as the small green shape, fighting a battle no one else could have won, blinked out of view.
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I will be gone for most of the weekend... I will reply with another chapter, if anyone is interested (or if anyone replies). Hopefully, it won't be hidden under pages of other forgotten words...
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