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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/22/05 1:48pm Subject: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, Completed) - Date Edited: 6/4/05 5:20pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Lord_Zeron
	Warning: The following story may contain spoilers from Revenge of the Sith. If you have not yet seen, read, played, or heard of the events of this movie, then there are spoilers in this story. If, however, you have already seen, read, played, or heard of the events of this movie, then the events that follow will most likely contain no spoilers to you. Read on at your own risk. This is a warning. Consider yourself warned. Title: Betrayal Author(s): Lord_Zeron Timeframe: During the events of Revenge of the Sith Characters: Fira Shadil, Koren Ley'Sia Genre: Action Keywords: Jedi, Order Sixty-Six, Clones Summary: What happens to a Jedi and her apprentice when Order Sixty-Six is put into effect. Notes: After seeing the movie, I couldn't resist writing a FanFic that takes place during it. This is the first of three or four chapters. I'll post the rest over the next few days. So here it is, I hope everyone likes it. All replies are both welcome and appriciated. Betrayal The Force is dark. The Force is dark because it is cruel. It is cruel because it cares only about itself. It cares only about itself because it loves the universe. It loves the universe because the universe is its home. The universe is its home because only in the universe exists the dark. And the Force is dark. Chapter I: Attack of the Clones The Koreel mountains of Lemono V were a sea of color. An ocean of gray, white, tan, red, green, and blue shown clearly against the sand-colored stone. The white was the armor of thousands of clone troopers, fighting their way across the mountain range. The tan was the metal skin of their adversaries, stick-thin battle droids, along with a few spots of bluish-gray super battle droids, and blackish-brown destroyers. The gray was the hulls of scores of battle tanks, military speeders, and other armored vehicles being piloted by both clones and droids. The red was the energy bolts unleashed by the blaster rifles of the droid army of the Separatists. The blue was also blaster fire, this from the clone armies of the Republic. And in the center of the conflict, surrounded by a rainbow of gray, white, tan, red, and blue, shone a pair of meter-long bars of green light. Next to these glowing cylinders stood two figures, their brown robes blending perfectly into the mountain beneath their feet. The green light came from their lightsabers, and their owners, the brown-robed figures, were Jedi. Two lightsabers and two Jedi. No more and no less. But two was enough. Two was enough because the Force was with them, and when the Force was with them, there may as well be a hundred, a thousand, even a million Jedi at their side. For the two Jedi, there was no chance of failure. The Force wanted them to succeed, and thus they would. If one day the Force willed that they should die instead, then so be it. But today was not that day, and thus they fearlessly slashed, cut, and chopped through line after line of Separatist battle droids. The two viridian blades, guided by the hands of the Jedi, who in turn were guided by the power of the Force, became whirlwinds of destructive force that tore through the enemy lines. Blaster bolts deflected harmlessly off of the blades of light, and sped back towards the droids who had fired them. Beside the two Jedi, squads of highly-trained, combat-ready clone troopers advanced towards the Separatist forces, the blaster rifles in their arms pushing their foes back farther and farther along the rocky landscape. The clones were outnumbered, but not outgunned. There were at least two battle droids for each of the white-armored solders, but the clones didn’t care about the odds. They never did. They were born and bred to perform orders as best they possibly could, and without any question or thought of disobedience whatsoever. The clones cared nothing about win or loss; victory defeat. They only had one goal: To follow out the commands they were given with perfection, or as close as they could come to it. The clones also had no fear; it was not in their genetic make up. Fear is only the anxiety of failing. The only way for a clone to fail is if he is unable to complete his duties. And to complete his duties, he must have no fear, which leaves room for only sheer concentration and determination. And each and every clone around the two Jedi exhibited this fact perfectly as they destroyed droid after droid after droid, never stopping until they could fight no longer. There was a point in the battle when the intense fighting started to lessen, what some may call a turning point. The droids were still doing their best to hold off the clones and the Jedi, but it was no use. For every clone that died, two reinforcements replaced him. Before long the clones, still blasting, breaking, and bombing their durasteel foes, had pushed the enemy back up against a line of caves. The droids seemed intent on defending these caves, for they no doubt led to whatever command station the Separists had hidden on the fifth moon of the gas giant Lemono. The duo of Jedi, two islands of calm and determination in the midst of a sea swirling with Angst, Hope, Caution, and Aggression, continued to lead the Grand Army of the Republic to victory. The moon, as remote as it was, was a key strategic position in the war. The Republic would need it in order to stage attacks at the many other Separatist strongholds in the Outer Rim. A squad of four destroyer droids, noticing that they were among the last few dozen droids left, used their clawed feet to slowly back behind a line of tall, blue-gray, super battle droids. Once they were in the cover of their armored companions, the destroyers’ personal shields deactivated and they rolled up into mobile position. Before they even had a chance to wheel down the dark cave, no doubt intent on defending their leaders as the escape ships readied for launch, the two Jedi sprang into action. Both leapt high into the air, the Force pushing them up and over the heads of their metallic enemies. The first of the Jedi, and the elder of the two, a Nautolan female with amphibious skin not dissimilar in color from her lightsaber’s blade, landed directly behind the line of six super battle droids covering the destroyers’ retreat. As one of the droids exploded from the turquoise blaster bolt of a clone’s gun, she swept her lightsaber in a long arc, taking out three more of the machines, and knocking off the arm of another. The remaining two droids, upon hearing the sound of the Nautolan’s lightsaber searing the components of their companions, spun around and raised their wrist blasters. Both hit the ground, successfully detached from their arms, before they could fire their first shots. The alien Jedi, her many head-tentacles twitching in exhilaration, extended her left hand, the one not holding her lightsaber, and used the Force to push the two weaponless battle droids right into the line of fire from the clone troops. Meanwhile, the apprentice of the Nautolan, a twenty-four-year-old Bothan male, landed in the mouth of the cave, and right in the way of the destroyer droids. The droids quickly tried to unfold themselves into attack position and activate their personal energy shields, but the Bothan Jedi expected this, and was ready. As soon as the droids began to unfold, he slashed with his chartreuse blade, neatly slicing the first droid into two, almost equal-sized hunks of useless metal. In the same second, he reached out with the force, and sent two more of the droids, both of which were finally in attack position and were moments away from activating their shields, flying into each other. Both of the droids’ shields activated at the same time, and both of the droids’ automatic shielding protocols, detecting something trying to penetrate its shield, increased the power of the generators until both of the droids overloaded, and exploded in a blaze of scarlet flames and black smoke. That left only one more destroyer droid left, and this one’s shield was both activated and ready. Its double-barreled mini-laser cannons, mounted onto the end of each of its arms, started launching scarlet energy at the Jedi Padawan, alternating in order to keep up a continuous line of fire. The Bothan raised his emerald blade and allowed the awe-inspiring power of the Force to guide his hands as they, seemingly effortlessly, parried each of the bolts the droid fired at him, and reflected them harmlessly into the mountain walls. Unfortunately, the destroyer’s shields protected it from all kinds of energy, including both blaster bolts and lightsaber blades. The female Nautolan was finishing with the last of the super battle droids, but the apprentice wasn’t sure if he could hold out long enough for her to help. Without warning, a beam of pure energy the color of the Jedi’s blades came out of the sky and struck the destroyer droid dead-center, its continuos flow of destructive energy managing to overpower the droid’s shields, and then destroy it, within seconds. Both Jedi raised their alien heads to locate the source of the attack, which turned out to be a Republic Gunship, flown by Clone Pilots, which was now coming in for a landing on the side of the mountain. The rest of the Clones had picked off any remaining stick droids, and special commando units were now flooding into the caves leading to the enemy command center. The Gunship touched down on the rocky plateau where the battle had raged only minutes before, ignoring the remains of both clones and droids that it was crushing. The two Jedi deactivated their lightsabers, and the glowing blades quickly retreated into the silver handles that were their homes. As the two alien Jedi walked towards the landed Gunship, taking care not to trip on the multitude of organic and metallic body parts littering the ground, a single clone trooper leapt out of the ship and met the Jedi halfway to the ship. “General Shadil,” the clone Commander said to the Nautolan Jedi. “The Separatist Army is in full retreat. Our fighters are ready to shoot down any escape ships that are launched.” “Good job, Commander,” Fira Shadil replied. “Mind giving two Jedi a lift back to the command center?” “No problem, General,” the Commander replied. “We were just about to head back there ourselves.” The three of them walked the remaining distance to the Republic Gunship, which could also double as a troop transport, and stepped inside. “Where to, Commander?” the pilot asked from one of the two cockpits forward, and above, of the transport area. “The command center.” “Yes, sir.” The Clone Gunship, decorated in the white and red colors of the Galactic Republic, lifted off of the ground on repulsors, and flew up until they were high enough to no longer be in danger of slamming into tall rock pillars. Then the rear thrusters fired, and they sped off above the Koreel Mountain Range. “It’s amazing how far we managed to push them back,” Koren Ley’Sia, Fira’s Jedi Padawan, commented. Fira looked down, and had to agree. Every one of the mountains they flew over was littered with the remains of ships and droids. CRUs, Clone Recovery Units, had already removed all of the clone bodies. The Republic forces had been fighting for days to push the armies of the Separatist droids back to their command center. Finally, the fighting was over and the battle was won, and Fira was happy for it. “Yes, the clones truly are amazing,” she replied. Koren said something else, but Fira was no longer paying attention. Something had happened; there was a disturbance in the force. Not quite a sign of danger, but it was as if the power that had been surrounding them for the past hours of battle, the feeling that they were invincible, had just suddenly got up and left. Fira felt strangely alone for a reason she couldn’t explain. And then she felt it, an emotion she had not known for as long as she could remember: She felt fear. -----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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Darth_Skywalker2 Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/22/05 2:08pm Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, RotS Spoilers)
	this is really good so far! I hope the two Jedi will be able to survive Order 66. More soon please -----signature----- "Something's happening. I'm not the Jedi I should be. I want more." - Anakin Skywalker
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/22/05 6:05pm Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, RotS Spoilers)
	Thanks, Darth Skywalker2. The next post will probably be up tommorow. -----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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Darth_Voltres Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/23/05 6:14pm Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, RotS Spoilers)
	One word man, awesome. Seriously though, I thouroughly enjoyed it. Keep posting. -----signature----- Destiny's Path-Episode 1: The Legend Reborn http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/19398893/?57
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/23/05 7:23pm Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, RotS Spoilers)
	Thanks, Darth Voltres. I'm glad you ejoyed it. Here's the next post. Betrayal is an act of the Force. The Force appreciates betrayal because of the happiness it brings, even though it is an act of evil. When a being realizes that he, she, or it has been betrayed, they experience a moment of pleasant surprise, a willingness to admit that they were fooled, and an admiration of the being who is betraying them. The act of betrayal also brings happiness to the betrayer. He, she, or it experiences a moment of satisfaction that their plan has worked, a feeling of superiority that the one they betrayed was fooled, and an emotion of pure joy because they are assured that victory is near. Betrayal is a cloak of good that hides an act of evil. And betrayal is an act of the Force. Chapter II: The Phantom Menace The rainbow of colors that had covered the Koreel mountains only hours before was no more. Instead, it had been replaced by the uniform brown of the mountainous landscape, dotted with specs of white that were the army of clones attempting to storm the Separatist stronghold. Above the mountain that housed the command structure itself, seven clone starfighters flew in circles, waiting for their chance to blast any enemy escape ships attempting to flee the battle. Farther back along the line of mountains, a single Republic Gunship soared towards the clone command center that was its destination, a speck of white against an otherwise dark Lemono sky. As it neared the metal crater that was the landing platform, the large doors to either side of the transport area moved out and back, and the Gunship began to lower. “Sir,” the Gunship’s pilot said to his Commander. “We have an incoming transmission from the Supreme Chancellor’s office.” The Commander raised his wrist and activated the small holoprojector concealed there. A blue, half-foot tall image of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, the elected leader of the Republic Senate, appeared in the air. Or at least it looked like the Supreme Chancellor. His face was scared, pale, and covered in flaps of wrinkled skin. His clothes, which had once been some of the most elegant in the galaxy, now consisted of only a midnight-black robe that covered all but his face and hands. But the voice was unmistakable. Although it was now much deeper and some how darker-sounding, it was no doubt Palpatine’s. Fira Belinda and Koren Ley’Sia watched the blue hologram tell the clone Commander, “It is time. Execute Order Sixty-Six.” “It will be done, my lord,” the Commander replied, and the transition ended. He looked up at the two jedi, with a look Fira might’ve thought to be regret had she not know better. “What’s Order Sixty-Six?” Koren asked. The Commander didn’t respond to the Bothan’s question. The four other Clone Troopers in the transport took up positions beside their Commander. “Take out the master first,” the lead clone ordered. In the time it took for Fira’s brain to comprehend what she was hearing, the clones’ blaster rifles were up and their fingers pulled the triggers without hesitation. Five blue laser bolts streaked out at the Nautolan. It was too late to offer any resistance. If Fira dodged one bolt, one of the others would hit her. And by the time her hand even touched her lightsaber, it would be too late. At that instant, Fira knew the cause of her fear; she was going to die. She closed her eyes and braced herself, and felt as if an invisible hand had slammed into her right side, sending her stumbling sideways. Next she felt a falling sensation, and a cold shiver around her green-gray skin. So this was what it felt like to die. No pain, only falling. And then realization struck her; she wasn’t dying. She opened her eyes just in time to activate her lightsaber to deflect the blue blaster bolts coming at her. She used the force to land gracefully on top of a clone starfighter in the landing platform. The pilot, standing next to his fighter, was the one firing the blaster bolts at her. A quick swipe of Fira’s lightsaber separated his head from his body. On the other side of the metal crater, an open set of doors was issuing squads of armed clone troopers. Fira leapt into the pilot’s seat of the starfighter, and closed the cockpit. She took a look around the docking bay, but saw no sign of her Bothan Padawan. A moment of sadness filled the Nautolan’s heart, but she quickly reminded herself that there is no emotion; there is peace, and that there is no death; there is only the Force. As the clone troopers began charging across the docking bay, Fira was thankful to see that the starfighter was already primed and ready to go. She pulled the trigger on the back of her joystick, and blue blaster fire erupted form the two laser canons on the wings of the fighter, instantly decimating the clones. Fira then engaged the repulors and the small starfighter lifted up into the air. Next to her, the Republic Gunship was landing, clones rushing out and firing at her as she activated her thrusters, and flew up out of the command center. When she was out of range of enemy fire, and was certain that there were no starfighters chasing her, she turned her thoughts to how she was going to escape. The small ship she was in didn’t have a hyperdrive; it relied on the transport in space to get from system to system. A flash of light lit the distance, and it gave Fira an idea. She pushed the fighter’s joystick forward, and sped off over the Koreel Mountain Range. It wasn’t long before she spotted the source of the flashes of light: Seven other starfighters attacking four escaping Separatist transports. When she was in range, Fira began firing shots at the clone fighters. She managed to destroy three before they even noticed that they were under fire. Another one was destroyed before the others even noticed that it was one of their own attacking them. That only left three more starfighters, and only one of the enemy transports had been destroyed. Fira relied on the Force to guide her as she took her starfighter through rigorous turns, spins, and other maneuvers, and was thankful to feel that it seemed to be with her once again. Within twenty seconds, her starfighter was the only one left in the air. The Separatist vessels, however, were already well on their way to the limits of the planet's atmosphere. Fina knew she would have to get to them quick before they were in air too thin to breathe. Pushing her starfighter to its maximum speed, which was considerable, she pulled along side the nearest of the ships. She opened the fighter’s cockpit, and grabbed her lightsaber off her belt. Gathering the Force around her, and relying on it for energy and aim, she leapt onto the roof of the Separatist transport. Fira plunged her emerald blade into the durasteel on the roof of the transport. The ship was heavily shielded, and by the time the saber managed to cut a hole in the roof, its owner was already starting to feel dizzy from the lack of air. But when the circle of durasteel fell into the transport below, she jumped in without hesitation, her lightsaber raised in a defensive position. And she was glad she did. Two super battle droids, wrist-blasters already raised, began shooting a continuous line of scarlet blaster fire at her. She deflected the bolts back at the droids, and both exploded in two balls of scarlet fire. Two Nemoidians were backed against the opposite wall, cowering in fear, which wasn’t surprising. Nemoidians weren’t known for their bravery. Fira shook one of her tentacles out of her eyes, and held her lightsaber high, to intimidate the Separatist leaders. “Please, do not harm us!” one of them cried. “We will do anything you say.” Well, this was going to be easier than she thought. “Tell the pilot to open the cockpit door.” One of the gray-skinned aliens pressed a button on the speaker next to the cockpit entrance and said, “Open the door, quickly.” The pilot complied and the door opened. Fira knew that with the hole in the roof, anyone in the main hold of the transport wouldn’t survive the jump to lightspeed. So she pushed the Nemoidians into the cockpit, and then followed behind them. “Close the door,” she told the pilot droid. He hit a button and it shut. “Now get us out of here. I don’t care where, just make a micro-jump to any nearby system.” A few minutes later, they arrived in a system void of any inhabitable planets, and Fira inserted her commlink into the ship’s computers. She quickly dialed the emergency code of the Jedi, and received a message from the Jedi temple, saying that the war was over, and that all Jedi should return to the temple immediately. It was obvious to Fira what had happened. The Chancellor must’ve been killed and the Separatists took over his office, most likely led by the monster called General Grievous. Grievous must’ve gotten someone with a voice similar to Palpatine’s, and used the controls in his office to send the message to the clones to kill all the Jedi. Soon afterward, the Jedi probably managed to kill Grievous. Fira wished she would’ve been the one to cut of the cyborg’s head, but as long as he was dead it did not matter. The war was over, and that was what was important. “Engage the hyperdrive,” she told the pilot. “Where to?” he asked. For some reason, Fira hesitated to answer. For the second time that day, she felt fear. The first time, she had been about to die, but how could she die by returning to the Jedi temple? Even if clones across the galaxy had turned on the Jedi because of the fake message, the temple would be the one safe haven left. She ignored the unease she felt about what she was going to say and replied to the droid, “Take us to Coruscant.” The Nemoidians shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but they did not say anything. They knew that their fate was already sealed, and they were content that they were not going to die. The pilot droid replied, “Roger, roger,” and a moment later the void of hyperspace surrounded the ship. -----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: 5/24/05 7:31pm Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, RotS Spoilers)
	The Jedi are the servants of the Force. Or at least that’s what they think. For a thousand generations they have brought peace to the Republic; for a thousand generations they have been the guardians of justice from the innermost reaches of the Core to the outermost reaches of the Outer Rim. But all good things must come to an end, even the Jedi Order itself. Sometimes, the most noble of causes can also be the most treacherous. As a young child needs to be scolded when he does wrong, ideas must be tested and adapted to the times, to ensure that they remain at their best. For this is the way of the Force. And the Jedi are the servants of the Force. Chapter III: Return of the Jedi The skies of Coruscant blaze with war. But this war was not like the war that engulfed the planet only months before. This war was in the air itself. It was a war of words. A war of politics. It was felt by a trillion citizens across the planet. Something was wrong, and they knew it. And the Chancellor, their beloved Palpatine, the most respected and loved man in all the galaxy, the only man with enough courage to fight for the Republic, offered an explanation. What was wrong, was that the Jedi had betrayed the Republic. The news was now publicly known that the hideous Separatist leader General Grievous was dead. He was shot by clone forces, the same clone forces who shot down the legendary General Kenobi, who at the last moment turned and aided General Grievous. The Chancellor himself delivered this news, but said not to worry. The Jedi traitors were being dealt with, and by the month’s end all traces of the evil they’d inflicted on the galaxy would be removed. Even the Chancellor himself was attacked by the Jedi. But Palpatine managed to escape, and the Jedi were killed. Just more proof of Palpatine’s greatness, the Force was truly with him. And so thousands of ecstatic beings watched as the Jedi Temple, the last monument of the evil order which plagued their great galaxy, issued black smoke into the Coruscant sky. The smoke of war. The smoke of victory. Far above the brilliant blue sky, far above the tallest of the captial’s enormous spires, far above even the atmosphere of the planet itself, an armored transport reverted to realspace, and joined in with one of the many traffic lanes that led to the planet’s “surface,” which was in reality only the tops of buildings that extend for hundreds of meters towards the planet’s true surface, a surface which had not seen sunlight in over twenty-five millennia. Just as the Republic had not seen sunlight; not since the Jedi began their invisible rein at its very start. The transport, identifying itself as the property of a large business owner from Corellia, was granted permission to land at a public landing dock near the Senate district. Inside of this transport, an alien Jedi tied up two scared Nemoidians, and deactivated the ship’s droid pilot. As the Jedi emerged from the transport, disguised in civilian clothes stolen from the Nemoidian’s wardrobe, another light appeared in the dark emptiness of space. Nothing unusual about that; dozens of ships entered the Coruscant system each minute of every day. But what was unique about this ship, what set it apart from the hundreds of others around it, was that fact that two Jedi Masters were on board. Two Jedi and their two lightsabers. But two was enough. Two was enough because the Force was with them. The large transport on which they rode, a Corellian Corvette identifying itself as Senator Bail Organa’s Tantive IV, was granted permission to land in its private docking bay in 500 Republica, the enormous building that was the home of Coruscant’s elite. Outside of 500 Republica, a rectangular, blue airspeeder sped in the direction of the burning Jedi Temple. Its pilot, a Nautolan wearing clothes more often adorned by the Nemoidian elite, took a few deep breaths to calm herself. Fira wasn’t sure what she would find when she arrived at the Temple, but she had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be good. And she couldn’t understand why either, just as she could not understand the reason why she hadn’t decided to land at the Temple itself. But something, possibly the Force, had told her not to and she figured it was better to be safe than sorry. As the small blue speeder neared the Jedi Temple, a large, trapezoidal building with five towers reaching towards the Coruscant sky, Fira noticed that something didn’t feel right. Reaching out with the Force, she felt a strange void inside of the temple, as if all of the Jedi were gone. But that was impossible, for thousands of years there had never been a single moment when the temple was completely empty of Jedi. Fira would have to see for herself. She turned into a lane that led strait in front of the Temple’s main entrance, then took a pair of electrobinoculars off of her belt and looked at the entrance. A group of eight figures stood in front of the doors, all of them adorned in Jedi robes, hoods up to hide their faces. Fira lowered the binoculars and tried to sense if she knew any of the Jedi. But surprisingly, she sensed no Jedi at all. The robes figures were imposters. Fira raised her speeder out of the traffic lane, and pushed it as fast as it would go. She quickly saw her destination, a small landing platform just large enough to land an airspeeder on. A group of clones were guarding the small entrance, which confused Fira. What were clones doing at the Jedi Temple? As soon as her airspeeder touched the platform, blaster fire erupted from the clone’s rifles, but Fira had already sensed it coming, and leapt into the air, her lightsaber igniting even before her feet touched the ground, right in front of the startled squad of clones. A single slash took two of them out and, as she blocked a volley of blaster fire with her ligthsaber, a force push knocked two more of off the ledge. The last trooper snatched a commlink off his belt, but before he could activate it, a blade of emerald fire slashed through it. The clone’s body met the same fate a moment afterwards. Fira knew she had to do something, even if she didn’t know what. Something was obviously wrong here if clones were attacking Jedi. Very wrong. Whatever had happened to the Jedi, the signal was no doubt a trap to lure in the rest of the Order. Since Fira had no other goals, she might as well dedicate herself to deactivating the signal. Perhaps a few Jedi lives would even be saved because of it. The female Nautolan approached the door leading into the temple, and raised her hand to enter the access code. Just in time, she realized that the code had probably been changed, and that the controls were probably programmed to alert the clones if a Jedi code was entered. So she used the only other way she could think of to get past the door; she cut it open with her lightsaber. After using the Force to move the circle of durasteel aside, Fira deactivated her lightsaber and climbed inside. She made her way through the temple extremely carefully. More than once, as a clone patrol was walking in her direction, she would call on the Force to move an object behind them, sending the white-armored troops rushing off to investigate. As she was passing through the room of the indoor lake, hiding behind a large rock as a dozen or so Clones marched by, she suddenly sensed something in the Force. It was anguish; terror. As if somebody had lost someone very dear to them. Fira knew the feeling. She reached out with the Force, and detected two other Jedi at the very heart of the temple. Both of them were swirling with energy, and she immediately sensed who they were. Master Kenobi and Master Yoda. If Fira would’ve had to bet on any two Jedi to survive the clones’ sudden betrayal, her money would’ve been on those two. If she could contact them, then perhaps there was a way out of this after all. And perhaps they might even know what in the seven hells of Corellia was going on. The Nautolan Jedi took her commlink off of her belt, and keyed in the emergency Jedi code. “This is Jedi Master Fira Shadil,” she said into the small, black machine. “Can anyone hear me? I repeat: this is Jedi Master Fira Shadil. Is anyone listening?” When no one answered, Fira assumed that Yoda and Kenobi must’ve had their commlinks switched off. Now that she thought about it, it made sense. A commlink beep would give away their location to any nearby clones. Nevertheless, she decided to key in the Temple’s emergency broadcast frequency before turning off her own. An emergency message, pre-recorded in the voice of Master Windu, was broadcasting just as before. But this time, Fira noticed, the message was much different. Instead of saying that the war was over and summoning all Jedi back to the temple, this message said for all Jedi to get as far away from the Temple as possible and go into hiding. This struck Fira as odd, but then she realized that the two Masters must’ve changed the signal. That meant that they were still near the emergency beacon. If she hurried, she still might be able to catch up with them at the Jedi Archives. She risked a glance around the rock she was hiding behind, and was glad that she did. A squad of five clones, coming from the other side of the large room, were making their way towards the door right next to her. She ducked back down behind the small boulder, and waited and watched until they had passed her by. As soon as they had left the room, Fira got up and headed towards the open doors. When she was only about a meter away from the exit, however, they suddenly slammed shut in her face. Around the room, the rest of the doors followed suit. By the time Fira had spun around, every exit had been sealed off. And then she heard it, a low chuckle that rose to echo around the large room. She looked up towards the source of the sound, the top of the waterfall which emptied into the indoor lake, and immediately spotted a dark figure silhouetted against the peaceful background. His long cloak billowed behind him in a wind that didn’t exist. Strong arms were crossed over a strong chest, and light from the room’s ceiling reflected off of his polished, black boots. A hood the same color as his robes hung unused behind him. The figure stopped laughing, and gave a wicked smile that sent shivers up Fira’s spine. “And I thought you were dead,” he said, the sound of his deep voice echoing around the chamber’s high ceiling. “Funny,” Fira replied. “I was about to say the same thing about you.” Her gaze lingered a moment longer at the face she knew so well; a face whose cream-colored fur looked so unnatural against his black robes. The Bothan shrugged off his cloak, ignited a scarlet blade and, in a single leap, landed only meters away from Fira. The Nautolan ignited her own lightsaber, and stared at her former Padawan. Then their two blades clashed in a shower of sparks, and the battle began. -----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: 5/25/05 7:42pm Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, RotS Spoilers)
	Here's the final chapter. After re-reading the story, I think it's turned out just the way I hoped it would. I've been happy to write it and I hope anyone that took the time to read it enjoyed it just as much. All replies would be appriciated, I'll be looking forward to reading them. Thanks to everyone who read this, and without any further ado, here's the final part of "Betrayal." Death is a gift of the Force. It is the way of the Force finally letting us go from the universe. Yet we are not really gone. For when we die, we are one with the Force, and even death cannot take that away. As long as the Force shall survive, so shall each of us; an echo of our legacy left behind, to radiate and reflect upon the universe like a blaster bolt bouncing around a magnetically sealed room. And the Force knows what is best for us. When we become one with it, all we are truly doing is giving up our sense of self, completely and eternally, something which the Jedi spend their entire lives trying to achieve, while few ever do. And so all things must lose their individuality in death, and become one with the great spectrum of existence that we call the Force. And death is a gift of the Force. Chapter IV: Revenge of the Sith The dance began. Two dances. Only two. No more and no less. But two was enough. Not more than a handful of kilometers apart, the two battles occurred simultaneously. Two red blades against two green. Two Sith versus two Jedi. One of these battles was impersonal. The two combatants had both lost all sense of self. The battle was no longer one sentient being against another, now it was the dark side and the light side themselves fighting. But the other battle, the one occurring next to the indoor lake, was very personal indeed. The battle was between Fira Shadil and Koren Ley’Sia, once best friends, now mortal enemies. The two combatants began their dance with a single clash of their blades, a clash which sent gold sparks flying in every direction. A second afterwards, another clash followed, and another. It was impossible to tell who was attacking, and who was defending. Both Jedi and Sith refused to give even an inch of ground to their adversary. After their lightsabers met for a tenth time in as many seconds, Fira extended a hand and Force pushed Koren backwards. The Bothan slid backwards on the dirt-like floor, but managed to stop himself before he reached the lake. He was now in a crouched position, his legs behind him, left arm forward, palm pressed against the ground, right arm high in the air clutching the handle of his ruby-bladed lightsaber. “Why are you doing this?” Fira yelled. Her former apprentice stared her strait in the eye. “Because I have become more powerful than you could ever image. The dark side holds secrets that the Jedi never told you. They fooled all of us. But now they are the fools.” Fira wanted to reply, but she didn’t get a chance. Koren was back in action again. A huge leap landed him merely feet away from his ex-master, and the emerald and ruby tubes of energy connected once again. Both contestants let the Force flow through them, guiding their actions, and controlling their every move. Their lightsabers moved so fast that they became blurs of green and red racing through the air. This time, Koren was clearly the aggressor, attacking from every direction imaginable, trying to find any weakness in Fira’s defense. But the Nautolan made sure that there were no such weakness. Wherever Koren’s blade went, so did hers, seemingly effortlessly to counter each attack. When it came to lightsaber battling, defense was Fira’s speciality, and the fact that she knew Koren’s style so well that she could predict his next move seconds before it happened, even without using the Force, didn’t hurt. But no matter how many blows she parried, no matter how many successful defenses she made, her apprentice kept on coming. Fira gave herself to the Force, and reached for a weakness, any weakness at all in Koren’s style. She found it; a point in the near future that she could exploit. Fira followed the rigorous succession of parries and blocks and false attacks needed to take her to that point. When it finally arrived, Fira brought her blade to her left side, readying for a horizontal slash that, had Koren chosen to block, would’ve been almost too easy to resist. But by making this attack, Fira left a opening for Koren to attack her. If he angled his blade a certain way, he could put his blade in between his master’s and his master’s arm. Even if she tried to block such an attack, she would only end up pushing his blade into her shoulder. Koren sensed this weakness, and exploited it, just as Fira expected he would. Instead of blocking with her saber, which wouldn’t’ve have done any good, or continuing with her attack, which was now equally as pointless because her apprentice was no longer in the space she was attacking, the Nautolan stretched out her right leg, and brought it around in a complete circle, effectively tripping her Bothan foe. The Sith slammed into the ground face first, and Fira jumped back a meter so as not to be in the way of his fall. She raised her lightsaber over her head, closed her eyes, and hesitated. She could do this, end his life right now with a single stab. But at the same time, she couldn’t do this. Koren was her apprentice, she couldn’t just murder him in cold blood. That second of hesitation was all that the Bothan need. Still laying with his face in the artificial dirt, he extended his right hand and used the Force to push Fira backwards, just as she had done to him less than a minute before. Caught unawares, the Nautolan flew backwards into the air. She recovered her thoughts, and managed to land on top of the rock she had hidden behind only a few minutes before, instead of slamming into it. Koren meanwhile, had got to his feet and was holding his lightsaber, scarlet blade still billowing out of a black handle, and staring at his former master. “Not a bad recovery,” he said with a false smile. Fira stood her place. “How did it come to this, Koren? Where did I go wrong?” The Bothan seemed as if he was only waiting for her to ask. “Actually, I used to hate the dark side. Ironic, isn’t it, considering that hating anything, even the dark side, is in itself dark? But I would have to say the main turning point was when the clones turned on us. I saved you master, something that now I’m sorry I did.” This hurt Fira more than if his blade would’ve pierced her heart, but she didn’t let it show. She was a Jedi, and demonstrating emotion was beneath her. “I immediately realized that Order Sixty- whatever it was, meant to kill all Jedi. So I quickly told the clones I was a Sith, which was technically not a Jedi. They contacted the Chancellor, who asked me to join him. After I agreed, he sent me a bunch of Sith history to read. And as I was reading these on the way to Coruscant, I found that the Sith were much different than I thought. So now this is my final test.” “Wiping out the Jedi?” Fira replied in a disgusted tone that reflected her mood. “Actually that was Lord Vader’s task. I’m just here for cleanup. And then, when Lord Vader returns, I will confront him for my place at the Chancellor’s side.” Fira realized now that the Chancellor must’ve been the Sith Lord. It all seemed to make sense now. But she wondered if Yoda and Kenobi knew this information. If they didn’t, she couldn’t allow herself to die here and now. She quickly made her decision; she had to get out of the Temple. Defeating Koren was only a secondary objective. Without warning, the Nautolan used the Force to pull a tree down on Koren’s head. The Bothan leapt aside just in time, once again landing in the fake dirt. In the exact same moment, Fira pirouetted to face the nearest exit and leapt down from her perch on the large rock. Reaching out and gathering the power of the Force around her, Fira pulled the double doors open, and was about to run through them- When she noticed an army of clone troopers standing in the corridor on the other side, a dozen blaster rifles pointed in her direction. It was only then she realized how suspicious it should’ve been that no clone patrols had interrupted their loud confrontation. “Master Shadil, I’m disappointed,” Koren said, trying to brush the dirt off of his robes, to little obvious effect. “You didn’t actually think I would let you escape, did I? The only way you’re getting out of here is by defeating me. And if you choose not to face me, the clone troopers will not hesitate to shoot you.” Only half of Fira’s mind was paying attention. The other half was busy trying to find a way out of this room. There were no doubt whole squads of clones guarding each of the doors, which meant she would have to find another way. Going through the water system under the indoor lake was a possibility, but lightsabers didn’t work after submergence in water. There was only one other way. It was risky, but it was her only shot. The Nautolan Jedi sent the fallen tree flying at Koren, who tried to jump over it, but ended up tripping over its large trunk. Fira took advantage of this distraction to rush around the other side of the lake, using the Force to increase her speed. When she reached the cliffs, she didn’t even hesitate before climbing up them, moving as swiftly as a Kashyyyk Spider Kinrath. She reached the top of the cliff, next to the river that led to the grand waterfall, and headed for the nearest tree without looking back. She reached the tree, and scurried up it as fast as she could. When Fira reached the top, she gathered the Force around her, and used its infinite energy to leap up into the air, and grab onto a pipe running along the ceiling. With one green hand firmly holding the durasteel pipe, she used the other, the one holding her lightsaber, to cut a circular hole about two feet in diameter in the roof of the large room. When the circle was complete, she let the piece of metal fall into the waterfall below, and then used the Force to jump through the hole and into the next floor. It took Fira a moment to realize what corridor she was in, but as soon as she got her orientation, she knew exactly where to go. Once again relying on the Force to give her extra speed, Fira sprinted to the end of the hallway, and ran through a door into a large stairwell. Although a hoverlift would’ve been much faster, the clones had probably hacked into the Temple’s central computer system, and would be able to stop her at any floor they wanted. So she ran into the stairwell, and was about to start running down the stairs towards the main entrance, when she noticed dozens of white-armored clone troopers coming up the stairs a few floors below. She sensed Koren running down the hallway behind her, and knew that there was only one other way to go; up. She took the stairs three, four, even five at a time, relying on the Force to keep her from tripping, and didn’t stop until she reached the very top floor of one of the Temple’s five towers. When she reached the final landing, she risked a glance behind her. Koren was still about two floors below, and the clone troopers were another two floors below him. Fira had an idea. Two large, stone statues flanked the double-doors leading off of the landing she stood on. She called on the Force around her as she never had before, drawing energy from everything around her, and using this power to lift one of the statues, a carving of an ancient Jedi called Franeth Qel-Droma, above the final flight of stairs, just below her. Koren, who had just reached the landing below hers, stopped in his tracks and said. “You disappoint me, Master. Did you really expect me to just walk under the Statue so that you could drop it on me?” “The statue wasn’t meant for you,” Fira replied, and released her hold on the slab of stone. The statue slammed into the stairway, breaking right through the durasteel steps and continuing to fall through level after level down the stairwell. Fira turned and ran through the doors into a room lined with red couches, as Koren used the Force to leap over the gap left in the stairs by the statue, leaving the army of clones behind him. Fira ran through the waiting room, and through another set of double doors, quickly finding herself in a room she had visited many times before, although she had never seen it this empty. She was standing in the Jedi Council room. Behind her, a lightsaber ignited. She spun around a hundred and eighty degrees and her own emerald blade hummed to life in her right hand. The two blades met in another shower of golden sparks, red and green confronting in front of the empty chairs of the High Council of the Jedi Order. Both contestants were getting tired of the fighting, and just wanted it to end. Neither was holding back anymore, the two combatants were using every bit of skill and training they had to win. The two bars of energy clashed again and again, mutliple times per second, until all that could be seen was a blur of green and red energy flying through the air in between them. Fira was getting tired, and she could sense Koren was also starting to wear out. It wouldn’t be long before the clones caught up, so she had to do something, and fast. So she starting giving ground. Not a lot, and not very fast, but she backed up a little bit with each of her opponent’s attacks. Finally, when she was pushed up against one of the large, transparasteel windows that made up the walls of the Council Room, she reached out with the Force, and shattered the window. The pieces quickly flew outward, soaring across the Coruscant winds. During Koren’s next attack, Fira jumped up and back, landing on the window ledge. Her Bothan foe shifted his style upwards, but still managed to block all of her attacks, and counter with a few of his own. Finally realizing that trying to push his ex-master of the ledge wasn’t going to work, Koren backed up a few feet, got a running start, and leapt at Fira, scarlet lightsaber whirling through the air. But Fira was no longer on the window ledge. A millisecond before Koren’s lightsaber reached the spot where she had been, the Nautolan had used the Force to jump up the outside of the tower and land on its roof. Her former Padawan, thrown off balance by the sudden move, fell out of the window and landed on a ledge meters below. Fira slashed with her green blade, sending sparks down towards her ex-apprentice. “It’s over, Koren.” She had to shout in order to be heard in the Coruscant winds. “You have much to learn about the power of the dark side,” Koren replied, alien eyes staring hate up at his old master. “You’ll never make it,” Fira replied. “Don’t even try it.” But Koren payed no attention. He gathered the Force around him, and used it to power his legs as he sprung off of the ledge, and up into the air. He overshot the roof of the tower by about five meters, and managed to land behind Fira. She raised her lightsaber in yet another defensive position, and her green blade clashed with Koren’s red. Both of their cloaks, one brown and the other black, blew behind them in the fierce wind. The two brilliant beams of light lit the Coruscant sky. Just two spots of light among trillions. The two stood on the very top of a spire that reached about as far above Coruscant’s surface as one could get. From here, both combatants could see the citiscape for kilometers around. But neither was paying any attention to the view. Both were fully submerged in the Force, blocking, parrying, attacking, slashing, anything they could do to try to overpower their opponent. But the two appeared to be evenly matched. Neither was the clear winner, and from the looks of it this battle could go on forever. Finally, the beams of emerald and ruby fire clashed in one powerful blow, making a blazing X that seemed to be the confrontation of good and evil themselves. To the two participants, it seemed to be a battle on which the entire fate of the galaxy depended; a scale which could easily tip towards either the light or the dark. Both blades pushed against the other, both master and apprentice pushing with all their strength, aided by the Force, against each other. Both knew it in their hearts; whoever was to win this saber lock, would also win the duel. “It’s not too late, Koren!” Fira shouted through gritted teeth. “You can still return to the light!” “And it’s not too late for you either, master. Join us, or die. Reinforcements are already here.” Fira looked up into the sky, to see a clone gunship hovering just meters above them and to the West. “Even if you do defeat me, these clones will shoot you down,” Koren yelled. The two blades still didn’t part, and the X didn’t move more than a few centimeters to either side. The loud voice of a clone trooper suddenly billowed out of the gunship, amplified so that both combatants could hear him. “Actually, sir, I’m afraid that we’re going to blast both of you to pieces. To quote the words of the Chancellor: ‘Rid the galaxy of both those pieces of alien filth.’” “Don’t you see it, Koren? Palpatine’s betrayed you! It’s over... for both of us.” Before the Bothan could reply, the gunship started firing. The two combatants broke their saber lock just in time, but the blast still sent them both flying off the eastern edge of the tower. Fira managed to grab onto the very edge of the roof just in time to prevent herself from falling. She felt something grab onto her right ankle; Koren’s hand. “Master, please,” he begged. “Don’t let me fall. Grab my hand... I’m slipping!” Fira didn’t even hesitate. She let go of the roof with her left hand, hoping that her right was strong enough to hold them both. Using the Force, it was. She reached down and grabbed onto her Padawan’s wrist. As soon as she did, she was sorry. With his other hand, Koren grabbed onto her other leg, and started using her body to climb back onto the roof. She had been so hopeful that he would turn back to the light. But that wasn’t the way it was meant to be. Fira had only a second to decide what to do, and decide she did. She couldn’t release her apprentice on the galaxy; no matter how much it hurt her to do what she was about to do. But being a Jedi was about self-sacrifice for the good of others. And that’s why Fira did what she had to do. She did her duty. She let go. Both Koren and Fira fell down the side of the tower, through the Coruscant sky. Fira knew it was over for both of them, but she couldn’t have been happier. The two of them would both become one with the Force; together, as master and apprentice, for all eternity. And this was the last thought that passed through Fira’s mind, before she slammed into durasteel and the Force surrounded her. The Force is light. The Force is light because it contains the infinites. It contains the infinites because the Force always was, is, and always will be everything that exists. It always was, is, and always will be everything that exists is because it touches, influences, even is every part of the universe. The Force is every part of the universe because, by the very fact that it exists, every part of the universe is part of the light. And the Force is light. -----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: 5/27/05 6:09pm Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, RotS Spoilers)
	Well, it's done. If anyone has any comments, suggestions, questions, or any other feedback, please feel free to post. -Lord Zeron -----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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Darth_Voltres Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 6/4/05 8:54am Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, RotS Spoilers)
	Great job. I really like the Nautolan species. Fira's a tough girl isn't she? (If I knew how to put a smiley, I would). -----signature----- Destiny's Path-Episode 1: The Legend Reborn http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/19398893/?57
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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/4/05 5:17pm Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, RotS Spoilers)
	Thanks. I agree with you about the Nautolans. Here's the list of smilies: Click 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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Lord_Zeron Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/6/05 7:26pm Subject: RE: Betrayal (Short Story, Jedi OCs, Completed) - Date Edited: 6/29/05 7:04pm (7 edits total) Edited By: Lord_Zeron
	Happy Lurker Appriciation Week everyone. In honor of this, I've decided to write a message to the lurkers, which I'm posting at the bottom of my stories (as you can see). First, I'd like to thank you all for taking the time to read, and I hope you enjoyed what I've written. Nothing makes me happier than knowing that something I wrote brighted up someone's day. Every time that I see that I have a reply, it brings joy to my heart. So that's why I wanted to tell any lurkers not to be afraid to reply. Even if it's just a "Good Job" or "I liked it" or a smiley face, it's much better than nothing. You don't have to write an essay as a reply, just something to let me know that you're reading. Or, if you'd rather not post, you can always send me a PM. It would be much appriciated, whether it's just a single word or a long discussion. If you really don't like to reply or send PMs, or if you haven't joined the site, feel free to send me an e-mail at BrianNight3@hotmail.com Whatever way you choose to comment, it will make me extatic to know that people are actually reading what I wright. So don't be afraid, we're all friends here and we'd love to have you join in this wonderful community. If you're not sure what to write, anything at all works. It's the thought that counts, not the length or way it's written. Any comment at all is greatly appriciated. If you'd like to ask a question about anything in the story, that would be great too, and I'll do the best I can to answer it. Whether it's something you didn't understand, or just something about the characters or events you'd like to know, I'd be more than happy to reply in any form you'd like (post, PM, e-mail). If you can't think of any comments or questions, you can always just tell me what you liked or disliked about the story. Maybe who your favorite character was, or what part you found interesting. Anything at all would be great. Even constructive critisism is welcome. After all, if I don't know what I'm doing wrong, I can't fix it. So please don't hesitate to post, PM, or e-mail me a reply. Authors, myself included, truly appriciate your feedback. Without readers, a story would only be words on a piece of paper (or in this case webpage). So don't be afraid, and don't hesitate. In whatever way you like best, please send me a reply. I'd be extremely grateful, and would be incredibly happy to know that there are people who like what I wright. For fun, I'm putting a little picture at the bottom of this post, and I'll add one for each episode for the rest of the week. The near-quote is hard to read, so I'll post the caption below it as well. Once again, thank you all for reading, and good luck in the delurking process. And remember: the Force will be with you, Always. Sincerely, Lord Zeron Episode I (Monday): "At last we shall reveal ourselves to the Authors." -Darth Maul Episode II (Tuesday): "This lurking's over." -Mace Windu Episode III (Wednesday): "At an end, your lurking is." -Yoda Episode IV (Thursday): "Use the Reply Button, Luke." -Obi-Wan Kenobi Episode V (Friday): "There's a story that hit the ground near here; I want to check it out." -Luke Skywalker Episode VI (Saturday): "I am a poster, like my father before me." -Luke Skywalker Edit: Sorry, the e-mail above was wrong. It's fixed now (BrianNight3@hotmail.com) so if anyone sent e-mails to the first address, I hope you won't mind re-sending it. My deepest apologies. -Lord Zeron -----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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