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jedimasterbac Title: CT and Fan Design Manager Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/15/07 12:49pm Subject: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - UPDATED August 20, 2007 - Date Edited: 8/20/07 7:57pm (15 edits total) Edited By: jedimasterbac
	NOTE: The reason I am reposting this is because each chapter is going through a re-write. After re-reading what I had written of this novel so far, I did not feel that it was my best work so I went back and made it much, much better. Not only are there better details about actions, better descriptions of characters and just all-around better writing, their are brand new chapters and brand new scenarios that most of you will love! If the mods have a problem with a reposted thread, please let me know! ORIGINAL THREAD: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/23644680/p1 Title: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac Author: Brandon Rhea Characters: Ussej Padric Bac, Laili Jeyna Rendar, Kit Corwin Rendar, Damien Nightblade, Remer Ather, Aletra Jekkura, Estamme Eerar, Mathias Helsdain, Ranka Darkbroode, Arael Maans, Boreguard Madet, Darth Apocalus, Darth Invidius and Empress Viea Genre: Pre-Saga, Alternative Universe (Brandon Rhea's Alternative Star Wars Saga) Timeframe: 3,931 BBY, during the Great Territorial War. Author's Notes: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac is a fan novel set within the "Alternative Star Wars Saga" written by Brandon Rhea. The first novel of the Shadows of the Jedi Trilogy, the novel is based on stories that were Role-Played by Brandon Rhea and many others from Fall, 2004 to Fall, 2005. The novel takes place during the final year of the Great Territorial War and deals primarily with Ussej Padric Bac and his relationship with Laili Jeyna Rendar, as well as his relationships with Kit Corwin Rendar and Damien Nightblade. Because the end of the Great Territorial War was never Role-Played, the novel serves as a closing of sorts to a year’s worth of Role-Playing. It also serves as a prelude to events that happen later in the universe of the Alternative Star Wars Saga. The author devotes much of the novel to the internal conflict that Ussej Padric Bac must deal with as he transforms into one of the Star Wars Saga’s most mysterious and influential icons, as well as the transformation of relationships with many other characters that will play a pivotal role in events to come. The novel deals solely with original characters who, along with their descendants, will play major roles in galactic affairs later in the Alternative Star Wars Saga. Now, many of you might be asking what the Alternative Star Wars Saga is. Brandon Rhea's Alternative Star Wars Saga, or simply the "Alternative Saga", is an epic saga of science fiction novels spanning over 100,000 years that serves as a reimagining of the Star Wars Saga. They are written by Brandon Rhea, based upon the Star Wars Saga created by George Lucas. The Alternative Saga story employs archetypal motifs both common and uncommon to both science fiction and classical mythology, going much more in depth with the religious aspect of the Force, known in the Alternative Saga as the "Force of Others". Cast of Characters: As with all of my work, I like to provide a "cast list" for my novels so that you, the reader, are able to easily visualize the characters in the story. The cast list is not complete, so I will take suggestions for those who have not been casted: Alec Newman as Ussej Padric Bac Diane Kruger as Laili Jeyna Rendar Martin Henderson as Kit Corwin Rendar Edward Atterton as Damien Nightblade Daniel Dae Kim as Remer Ather Vin Diesel as Mathias Helsdain Julie Cox as Arael EbonClaw Richard Dean Anderson as Boreguard Madet ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? as Ranka Darkbroode and Kristanna Loken as Empress Viea And, here is a cover made for me by a member of my Role-Playing site: Now, without further adieu, I proudly present to you Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac. -----signature----- Star Wars: Episode I - The Chosen One http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_Episode_I_-_The_Chosen_One Production blog: http://alternativesaga.wordpress.com/
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jedimasterbac Title: CT and Fan Design Manager Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/15/07 12:53pm Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - REPOSTED May 15, 2007 - Date Edited: 7/7/07 7:34pm (2 edits total) Edited By: jedimasterbac
	Title: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac Section: Prologue - Assault on Pho Ph'eah Author: Brandon Rhea Characters: Kit Corwin Rendar, La'El Montrose, Kain Lightbringer, Ussej Padric Bac, Charon Grean Prologue PHO PH'EAH Pho Ph’eah, the major source of technological advances in the Galactic Republic. The planet was very dimly lit by its parent star and the only thing that kept the planet from freezing over during the night was the geothermal forces at work just below the surface, a land made up of mountains and steep cliffs where the planet’s native species, the Pho Ph’eahians, searched for food and shelter. Though they were the native sentient species, the Pho Ph’eahians were not in control of the planet. Five hundreds years before, the Republic had discovered the world and decided to set up their technological centers on it, as it was far from major space and trade routes. A Galactic Senate-appointed government, led by Head Administrator Charon Grean, now ruled and watched over the planet, which was now surrounded by a fleet of Republic Battlecruisers. On the bridge of the Equinox, the flagship of the Republic fleet surrounding the planet, Jedi Master Kit Corwin Rendar stood firm and resolute, waiting to begin his attack. Just days before, he had informed the Jedi Council about a large Sith presence that had gathered on the planet below. When they decided to investigate his claims, he protested and said that it would take too long, wasting valuable time needed to launch a surprise attack, the only viable solution. Because he was one of the most trusted members of the Jedi Order, the Jedi Council agreed with his assessment and granted his request to lead a strike force there. That is exactly what he did. “Sir,” one of his men said, “we have a message coming in from Master Lightbringer.” “Put him through,” Kit replied. “Audio only.” “Master Rendar,” Jedi Council Member Kain Lightbringer said over the speakers, “my ships are standing by and awaiting your orders.” “Have your fleet wait in orbit and attack the coordinates I send you,” Kit told him. “Just follow my lead. The same goes for all other allied ships in the vicinity. Wait until my ship begins its assault.” “Copy that,” Lightbringer replied, ending the transmission.” “Rendar to all Republic troops,” Kit said, opening a channel to all ships in the area, “as you were informed earlier, Pho Ph’eah has been attacked by the forces of the Sith Empire. As you know, this planet is responsible for more technological advancements than any other world. The Sith have taken over our most important facilities and I have been placed in command of leading our task force to retake them. We have served together for almost three years now and I would trust each of you with my life. I know you will make the Republic proud. Rendar out.” As the transmission cut off, Kit turned away from the large window and walked towards the turboshaft that would take him to the vessel’s docking bay. As the door slid shut and began moving towards the bay, the bridge crew let out a sigh of relief, as the very presence of the famed Jedi Maser put a whole galaxy full of pressure onto their shoulders. Now all they could do was wonder and hope for the best. In the docking bay, the doors slid open and Kit piloted the Outrider into a low orbit around the planet. His sensors came to life and he activated his weapons systems, just in case he was found out. He looked below, not yet seeing any signs of technology. Punching in new coordinates, the Outrider sped up and headed towards known targets. The ship made its way over the most important manufacturing and technological centers after he engaged his stealth systems. He marked targets that could be of possible Sith interest and sent the data back to Equinox to be transmitted to the remainder of the fleet. When the transmission was away, he opened a channel to the fleet. “All troop carries remain in orbit,” Kit said. “There are currently no Sith vessels in scanning range. Be on full alert status as I am heading for low altitude reconnaissance over the large city centers. I will be locating the targets that our bombers are going to hit. No other ship is to follow me at the moment. Rendar out.” Kit could not help but be pleased at the fact that his men were so well prepared for their duties. He knew that the strike, and it’s aftermath, would most certainly go as he had planned it. Not only that, but the help of Master Lightbringer was a welcome surprise. For the next half hour, Kit flew across the planet’s surface, scanning the major cities for his targets. Obviously he did not find precisely what he had said he was looking for, but that was his plan all along. He pulled up the data he collected on his viewscreen and began studying the planet’s defensive capabilities. Surprisingly, the defensive systems were relatively weak. That would only prove to make things easier for him and his men. “Rendar to Gold Squadron,” Kit said over his communicator. “Bac here,” Jedi Knight Ussej Padric Bac replied. “The strike is about to begin,” Kit told him. “Your squadron will follow me for precision strikes on the smaller targets against the Civil Center where the majority of the Sith forces are. Launch your fighters now and follow me into formation. “Yes, master,” Ussej said. “Bac out.” “Rendar to Captain Montrose,” Kit said, “prepare the fleet for an orbital bombardment of the large targets, but be careful not to hit Gold Squadron.” “Copy that,” Montrose replied on board Equinox. “Attention all troops,” Kit said as Gold Squadron made its way into formation behind him, “if you have not already done so, report to your stations. We are commencing the attack at once. Montrose, begin your assault.” The Outrider flew into a carefully plotted vector that carried Kit and Gold Squadron over the government centers in the capital city. With the press of a few buttons on his console, the Outrider’s turbolasers and torpedo launchers came to life and opened fire on buildings that supposedly housed Sith troops. Ussej led his squadron over the main civil center and unleashed plasma and ion bombs on the major structure. His tactical fighters flew higher, making precision laser strikes on key power planets in the civil center. As he finished his run, he watched as the orbital bombardment of the city began. His console began to blink and a channel opened from one of the nearby buildings. “To whomever is attack our facilities,” Head Planetary Administrator Grean said over the speakers, “stop at once. We demand to know the nature of this attack!” “This is Jedi Colonel Ussej Padric Bac,” Ussej said, “and I am commanding the Gold Squadron of Jedi Master Kit Corwin Rendar’s fleet. There are Sith on the surface and are taking over our technological and government centers. We have been ordered to eliminate this problem.” “Ordered by who,” Grean asked. “The Jedi Council,” Ussej replied, “and Master Rendar.” “I assure you, Colonel Bac,” Grean replied, “there are no Sith on this planet. If you do not cease your attack we will activate our defense systems. You are killing thousands of innocent civilians!” “What Sith is controlling you,” Ussej asked him. “Our intelligence tells us that there are Sith on your world. Do not activate your defenses.” “There is no -” Grean’s message ended and Ussej looked down just in time to see the Head Administrator’s complex crumble to the ground. On the Outrider, Kit shut off his communication systems after hearing the conversation between Ussej and the Head Administrator. He sent a coded signal to his ships in orbit begin their second strike against the technological facilities, as well as the defensive systems of the planet. Having completed his own run, Kit flew his ship back through the atmosphere and docked with the Equinox. Shortly after, Gold Squadron returned as well. Ussej and Kit step over to a computer console and watch the carnage on the planet. Kit cannot help but be pleased, but Ussej’s mind was still on what the Head Administrator told him. He could not help but think that their intelligence was wrong and that thousands of innocents were dying for nothing. If that were true, he would never be able to forgive himself. ------------------------ Hours later, Kit gave the order to cease attacking the surface. Looking through the large window on the bridge of the flagship, Kit looked down at the surface and could easily see the amount of destruction that his attack had brought. It was obvious that millions were dead and the Republic’s technological systems were damaged, possible beyond repair. “Master Rendar,” Captain La’El Montrose said from behind, “all ships are reporting complete success across the board with all targets nullified.” “Very good,” Kit said. “You and your men are to receive a commendation.” “We would rather not receive one,” Montrose told him. “Our search parties found no trace of any Sith presence on the planet before or after the attack.” “Your search parties are mistaken,” Kit assured him. “There was a Sith presence on the planet, albeit very small.” “We are not mistaken, Master,” Montrose shouted. “There were no Sith on the planet. We just decimated an entire world vital to the Republic based on intelligence you gave the Jedi Council. That is the basis for a trial of treason. I cannot believe I am saying this, but in the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic I am hereby placing you under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and - ” Kit laughed as a group of soldiers began to surround him. Inside the circle stood only Kit and Montrose, which was exactly what Kit had planned. Montrose had fallen into his trap because of his closed-mindedness. “Captain, captain, captain,” Kit said, “I am disappointed in you. Could you not see how rash and un-Jedi like this strike was? Certainly you must have understood that something was amiss when I ordered you to open fire on the Republic’s main source of technology? Surely you must have thought something, anything, was amiss.” “I did not,” Montrose told him. “You are a Jedi Master, one of the highest ranking on the Jedi Council. You were trusted outright.” “Have you forgotten about the reports of a high ranking Jedi being in league with the Sith,” Kit asked him. “That caused quite a stir awhile ago, but the war seems to have made everyone forget.” “It was you,” Montrose shouted, prompting the soldiers surrounding them to raise their weapons. “Congratulations, Captain,” Kit said, raising his hood above his head. “I am the one they call Darth Ravinos, the apprentice of the Dark Lordess Viea. I had you attack the planet to further generate ill will towards the Jedi and the Republic, and you played into my hands perfectly.” “So the only Sith on the planet was you,” Montrose said, “the one leading the attack.” “Very good, Captain,” Ravinos told him, “but I am going to have to ask you to stand down. If not, I will be forced to kill you.” “Guards, open fire,” Montrose ordered his men, but he soon finds that his orders were not carried out. “These soldiers are loyal to me,” Ravinos said, “regardless of my affiliation. Now, if you do not move, I will cut you down where you stand and make an example of you in front of my troops. Soldiers, stand down or die.” “I can’t believe this,” Montrose whispered as he watched the soldiers lower their weapons and step away from the two men. “You see,” Ravinos asked. “I told you they are loyal to me. Now, how would you like me to skin you for the soon to be Empress of the galaxy? I believe she would welcome you as a gift to adorn her throne of skulls. Now you can either bow to your new lord or die.” “Mark my words,” Montrose shouted, “you will die like the traitor you are.” “Men,” Ravinos shouted as Montrose lunged towards him, “hold him steady.” As Montrose became still, Ravinos began to focus all of his anger towards the Jedi for even considering to take back Centerpoint Station and put his homeworld at risk, for how they stationed him far from any action, at Aletra for dying on him in his time of need, at everything wrong that had happened in his life. He directed the anger at Montrose, ripping the flesh from the bone and muscle. Throughout the bridge, screams echoed in the ears of the officers. They turned away, unable to watch. Blood gushed out of the gaps created by the skin separating from the face of the former captain. Only minutes had passed before the skin had been completely loosened from the man’s body, his life hanging by a thread. Ravinos unsheathed a knife from his boot and placed it in the middle of Montrose’s neck, making one long incision down the back to the tailbone region. At last, La’El Montrose was dead. “This will make a most excellent gift for the Dark Lordess,” Ravinos told his men as he tried to wipe the blood from his hands. “Commander Hamand, you are now in command of the Sith Empire’s newest fleet. Set a course for Korriban.” “What would you have us do with Montrose, sir,” Hamand asked. “Remove his skull for Viea and burn the rest of him,” Ravinos told him. “When you’re done, shoot his remains out the airlock. I want him to always be a part of this wretched planet.” “It will be done, Lord Ravinos.” -----signature----- Star Wars: Episode I - The Chosen One http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_Episode_I_-_The_Chosen_One Production blog: http://alternativesaga.wordpress.com/
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jedimasterbac Title: CT and Fan Design Manager Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/15/07 12:55pm Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - REPOSTED May 15, 2007
	Title: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac Section: Chapter One - City of Angels Authors: Brandon Rhea Characters: Laili Jeyna Rendar, Chiroke, Estamme Eerar, Jonas Matchek, Ussej Padric Bac Timeframe: 3,931 BBY, during the Great Territorial War and one year after the assault on Pho Ph’eah. PART ONE A HERO RISES --------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One CITY OF ANGELS Coruscant, forever known by the citizens of the galaxy to be the central planet of the legendary Galactic Republic. The planet had always been one of prosperity, one of poverty, one of freedom and one of corruption. The rich became richer thanks to their friends in the upper levels of the Republic hierarchy and the poor became poorer also thanks to the government, though it was through the inaction of the Galactic Senate that most citizens of the world suffered. The cries of the people demanding freedom and justice had died out during the Mandalorian War and thirty years later the situation had only grown worse. Once the Mandalorians issued their unconditional surrender after the devastation that was brought to both sides at the Battle of Malachor V, the citizens of the Republic assumed that the Senate and the Jedi Order, with the Jedi heroes Revan and Malak in the lead, would restore the Republic to her former days of glory. However, that was not the case. Few ships from either side returned from Malachor V. Even though the Mandalorian fleet had nearly been destroyed, one should not have assumed that the Republic fleet had met a kinder fleet. The galactic body seemed beyond repair to those on the inside and the Jedi Order had seen a terrible rift in their ranks. Revan and Malak had disappeared, along with hundreds of Jedi Knights. When the war with the Mandalorians began, the Jedi Council chose not to intervene. However, many Jedi did not agree with the passive approach that their masters were taking. Under the leadership of Revan and Malak, hundreds of Jedi Knights defied the council’s orders and joined the fight, Revan and Malak taking command of the Republic fleet. Throughout the war, there were heavy casualties on both sides. Millions of people throughout the Republic and the Outer Rim Territories had been killed and it seemed as if there would be no end to the bloodshed and hardship that had plagued the galaxy. However, the solution to the Republic’s war effort came when a Republic scientist named Bao-Dur, a Zabrak from Iridonia, constructed a weapon that he called the Mass Shadow Generator. When it was completed, the weapon was placed under the command of Jedi General Jaxia Veers. At Malachor V, General Veers ordered it’s activation and she watched in horror as the majority of both fleets were suddenly drawn from orbit into a vast gravity vortex that brought hundreds of vessels crashing down into the planet’s crust, fracturing the world to its very core. When the war ended, it should have brought an era of peace. It brought, however, the exact opposite. Revan and Malak disappeared with their legions of Jedi and General Veers was exiled from the Jedi Order. One year later, Revan and Malak returned. However, they were not as the galaxy had remembered them. Darth Revan and Darth Malak, the Dark Lord of the Sith and the Apprentice to the Dark Lord of the Sith, respectively, launched what would be remembered by history as the Jedi Civil War, a conflict that lasted for three years until a redeemed Revan destroyed his former apprentice and saved the Republic from the brink of extinction at long-lost homeworld of the ancient Infinite Empire of the Rakatan. After a few more years of skirmishes, it had appeared that the Jedi Order had been reduced to only half a dozen: Jaxia Veers and the council that had exiled her. Together, they put aside their differences and rebuilt the Jedi Enclave and Dantooine. Once there, they launched a final counter-attack that vanquished the threat of the powerful Sith Triumvirate: Darth Traya, Darth Nihilus and Darth Sion. When the death of the trinity of Sith Lords had been sensed through the Force, hundreds of Jedi who had left the order returned to help rebuild. At the same time, the Sith united behind a new Dark Lord, one called Darth Ominous, and also began training their new numbers. From there, the two great orders began a long and tedious rebuilding process until the day that the new Sith leader, the Dark Lordess Viea, began taking over Republic worlds. Twenty-five years after the triumvirate had been destroyed, the Dark Lordess launched the Great Territorial War. The galaxy had seen many betrayals since the great betrayal of Revan and Malak, but one of the greatest betrayals came two years into the new war when Kit Corwin Rendar, one of the greatest Jedi Masters of his time, slaughtered his own crew at Pho Ph’eah and revealed himself as Darth Ravinos, the Apprentice of Darth Viea, leaving behind and betraying everything he had ever known, including his grandparents on Corellia. However, unbeknownst to him, he also had a sister living with his grandparents. When his long-lost sister had heard the news of his betrayal, she vowed to seek him out and turn him back to the Light Side. Laili Jeyna Rendar promised her grandparents upon their deaths that she would do everything in her limited power to save him. For half a standard year, she had tried to uphold that promise without the help of the Jedi Order, but she soon found that it was too great of a task to accomplish without their help. Piloting her smuggling vessel, the Golden Way, into the regulated atmosphere of Coruscant, she dropped into the nighttime traffic and cruised slowly through the buildings, their lights so bright that she did not even need to engage the cruiser’s headlights. Laili, a smuggler at heart, had been born a month early as a result of a speeder accident that killed both of her parents, Corwin and Jeyna Rendar. Though her mother was dead upon impact, the unborn child somehow survived the accident. Medical personnel quickly arrived and they were able to save the orphaned infant from her mother’s womb. Her grandparents, who had been watching her brother at the time of the accident, did not know Laili’s fate and assumed her to be dead along with her mother. Kit had run away from home before the news of Laili’s survival reached the ears of their grandparents. For eighteen years, Laili stayed with his grandparents and never once stepped off of the planet’s soil. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally left. Though she had secretly longed to seek out her brother and get to know him, her destiny took her elsewhere. She became a smuggler, making valuable contacts and managing to commandeer virtually every landing and docking code in the galaxy to help the Republic in their rebuilding efforts. When the news of her brother’s fall reached her, she became enraged. Her grandparents died soon after and she refused, for their sake, to sit by and let him fall further into the dark abyss of his mind. Her soul purpose in life from that point forward would be the rescue of her brother. She was now on Coruscant, the Golden Way landing safely at a docking bay a kilometer away from the Jedi Temple. Stepping off of the vessel, she started to make her way towards the legendary monastery, long home to the galaxy’s brave guardians of peace and justice. Though the halls of the temple were certainly emptier than they had been three decades before, the citizens of the Republic still took comfort in the fact that the Jedi were still watching over them. Her cloaked wrapped tightly around her slender figure, Laili tried to shut out the stares of the men as she passed by them. Their looks of awe at her slim and beautiful features disgusted her. She threw her long, golden hair back, trying to get their attention away from her chest. Without realizing where the time had gone in trying to keep the men away from her, she reached the Jedi Temple. Laili wasn’t the only one who had neared the gates of the Jedi Temple. A young bounty hunter named Chiroke spotted the young smuggler, recognizing her as someone who had helped destroy his ship on Nar Shadda two years prior. He followed behind her, far enough away to where his presence would not be overly obvious. Though his main goal was to capture a Jedi Knight and collect the large bounty that the Sith Empire had placed on their heads, he vowed to kill Laili in revenge. With all of the anger the bounty hunter could see in her eyes when she had approached, it was safe to assume that she would not notice him, even though he was quickly closing in on her. However, not everything had gone as planned. Out of the corner of her eye, Laili could see that she was being followed, though she had decided to play along in his game. There was nothing about him that made her thing that he was a Jedi or a Sith, so she simply chose to ignore him, even though there was something familiar about him. Chiroke stayed a safe distance away, though he still did not know if he had remained far enough way to where his presence would not be noticed. Fearing the idea of being found out, he quickly turned a corner and activated his stealth suit before continuing the pursuit. ------------------------ Jedi Knight Estamme Eerar had been a respected member of the Jedi Order for over three years, leading legions of Jedi Knights into countless battles during the ongoing war effort. He had once been a Sith Lord, but his soul was redeemed by his fellow Jedi and he was reinstated into the ranks by the Jedi Council after passing their short re-training cycle. He began his descent down the grand staircase towards the busy streets, noticing Laili standing at the bottom. He thought nothing of her, as he did not know who she was, but he soon felt a hidden presence following her. He threw his hood over his head, masking his face as he quickened his pace. His brown cloak billowed outwards in the evening breeze as he made his way down the stairs towards the young woman. “Stay calm,” he told her as he grabbed her by the arm. “Come with me, you’re being followed.” As they moved away, the bounty hunter ran to a nearby security station with a new approach in mind. Once he disposed of the guards that were operating the controls, he took a computer chip from his belt and placed it inside the console. An image of Laili and the Jedi Knight running through the streets flashed to life on the viewscreen. “It looks like I’ll be collecting my bounty after all,” Chiroke laughed. Fearing that the man who grabbed her was an attacker or a rapist, Laili threw her arm around his neck and pulled as hard as she could, cutting off of the flow of oxygen to Estamme’s lungs. She pulled harder and harder in an attempt to knock him out, but she spotted the lightsaber on his belt. She had no reason to be suspicious of the hilt, so she let him go. He fell to the ground, his face purple as he held as throat. “Sorry,” she told him, “but I had to be sure. Besides, you’re the one in danger here, Jedi. You had better watch out or he just might that bounty on your head.” “It’s not just Jedi, miss,” he said. “If you so much as aid a Jedi, the Sith consider you the enemy. You’re either with them or against them. There’s no middle ground in their eyes. So, if you would please follow me, we can get out of this mess.” He stretched his hand out, waiting for Laili to take it. She was reluctant, but she finally rolled her eyes and took his hand. Her eyes glanced in the direction of where the would-be-assassin had last been seen before turning back to her Jedi companion, making no further remarks as she followed behind him. Without warning, he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. Drawing the powers of the Force into him like a waterfall freely flowing into a deep pool, he unleashed its power and launched himself supernaturally high into the sky, landing on the roof of a nearby building. He repeated the skill over and over as they moved from rooftop to rooftop, ever cognizant of the fact that Laili was still hanging onto him. As they moved closer to the Jedi Temple, he sat her down on a small air vent to use as a vent. “Now,” he said, throwing back his hood, “what’s a nice girl like you doing wandering the nighttime streets by yourself?” “You could of warned me before grabbing me like that,” she said, almost angry as she smoother her hair back and ignored his question, a bit taken aback by what had just occurred. Her eyes met his as she stood, glaring at him. She turned away, taking a deep breath. Anger would not have solved anything at that point. She had a job to do and she wasn’t about to risk failing her task. “That doesn’t answer my question,” Estamme told her. “I didn’t come here to be hit on by your kind,” she snapped, “that’s for damn sure. I want information on Kit Corwin Rendar, one of your former masters.” “Hitting on you,” he asked, holding back his own laughter. “I’m sorry, miss, but even though too many Jedi have defied the code recently and fallen in love, I am not one of those people. As far as Master Rendar goes, he was once a Jedi Master. He was a very calm, peaceful and trustworthy man, or so we thought. Something went wrong in his mind and he fell to the Dark Side of the Force. His name now is Darth Ravinos, the apprentice and trusted right arm of the Dark Lordess Viea.” Before he could continue with the story, an explosion hit the rooftop and they were thrown in opposite directions. Slamming into separate buildings, they looked up to see Chiroke hovering above them, a rocket launcher resting in his arms. “I thought I might drop in and say hello,” he said sarcastically. “Nothing like starting a party with a bang!” The bounty hunter aimed his weapon directly at the Jedi Knight and it’s rocket landed just near him, sending Estamme through the air. He landed head first on the hard surface and a large gash opened on his head, blood streaming outwards. A third rocket flew out towards Laili, but with his last ounce of strength Estamme called upon the Force to throw a large metal object into its path, destroying the rocket before it had a chance to hit her. Her weapon having fallen down into the streets, Laili jumped up and ran around a corner for cover. She could only hope that the bounty hunter, who had been forced to move away to reload, would not see her. A second Jedi, a Zabrak named Jonas Matchek, jumped down from a higher rooftop to survey what had happened. Matchek had just recently became a Jedi Knight and was not about to let anything happen to anyone under his watch. If he was truly to be a guardian of peace and justice in the galaxy, he could not let anything happen on his own doorstep. “What’s going on,” he shouted before spotting Estamme lying in a pool of blood. he turned in the other direction to see Laili in the corner, pressing herself up against a wall. He threw Estamme over his shoulder before running to pick up Laili as well. They jumped to further rooftops, hoping to avoid Chiroke’s rockets. “What an exciting life you Jedi live,” she said sarcastically. “Too bad roof jumping isn’t exactly my idea of fun.” Ignoring her, Matchek placed both of his companions down on the surface of the roof below them. He settled next to Estamme, calling upon the powers of the Light Side of the Force as he cupped his palms over Estamme’s chest. The world about him swirled into pools of white light and with cupped hands he took the energy from the pools, allowing the light to fall freely from his palms and into the young Jedi Knight’s wound. “What,” Estamme asked groggily, regaining consciousness as his memories flooded back into his mind. “I thought...I thought I was...” “It’s okay,” Matchek told him, smiling as he gently pushed Estamme back onto the ground. “I’ve healed you, but you need to rest here for a few moments until we can get you back to the medical wing.” Their reunion ended abruptly as they heard the sounds of a jetpack hovering above them. The three looked up to see the assassin aiming his launcher directly at them. Matchek stepped in front of Laili, blocking the bounty hunter’s view of her. “Run,” he said. “What,” Laili asked him. “Get out of here,” Matchek said, this time more forceful, “now! We can handle him.” Though she did not want to care about her two companions, she could not help but worry for their safety. However, she quickly ran off to the side and slid under a dumpster. She loathed hiding and would rather be fighting with them, but considering she was weaponless she saw no use in arguing with them. She had vowed long ago that she would die after performing a heroic act and there was no heroism in hiding under a dumpster. ------------------------ From the halls of the Jedi Temple emerged another young, cloaked figure. It was Ussej Padric Bac, a Jedi Knight and a hero to the people of the Republic. He had been born into the prestigious Bac Family of Alderaan to a long line of politicians and war heroes twenty-five years ago. His ancestor was Jonathan Bac, a High Admiral in the Alderaanian fleet during the Unification War and the first Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic twenty-two thousand years ago. His father was the honorable Senator Padric Curtis Bac II and his mother, Talia, was a homemaker. Ussej’s grandfather, Curtis Padric Bac I, had been an old, freeloading Senator who attempted to usher in a new era of corruption on Alderaan. However, the son challenged the father for reelection and the son won out. However, when Ussej was six months old, his parents were killed by an assassin’s bullet during a healthcare seminar on Coruscant. The case was never solved. Having no family left, Ussej was taken in by the Jedi Order. During his early years as a Jedi Padawan, the Jedi Council took notice of his vast potential. For months they believed him to be the “Chosen One” who would “bring balance to the Force” that was spoken of in an ancient Jedi Prophecy. However, after studying the prophecy further, they realized that the “Chosen One” was to be born of a virgin mother. Ussej, as they knew, had a father. For years, Ussej studied under Jedi Master Brarh Kefle and became good friends with Damien Nightblade and Remer Ather, though both were five years older than him. When he was twenty-two, he passed his trials and was assigned to the training enclave on Dantooine. Only a few weeks after he arrived, the forces of Darth Sin and Darth Midknight attacked the enclave. To the surprise of many who doubted Ussej’s abilities, he emerged as one of the sole surviving Jedi. Through his decisive actions and superior thinking, the few Jedi were able to drive the Sith out of their enclave. Ussej took great pride in himself, knowing that he had proved many wrong and that he had made everyone he cared for proud that day for the first of many times, considering he did go on to become one of the most well known and well respected Jedi Knights in the Jedi Order. This night now posed another challenge to the young Jedi Knight, though it obviously paled in comparison to an onslaught by two powerful Sith Lords. As he headed down the ground staircase, he could not help but notice the rockets and laser fire coming from half a kilometer away. He motioned for his lightsabers, though he halted in taking it as he would prefer not to fight in this instance. He ran down to the bottom of the majestic staircase, bolting through the door of a nearby building. He stepped into a turboshaft, anxiously awaiting its arrival at the roof of the building. When he arrived, he called upon the Force to propel himself upward, landing on the roof of the next building. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop until he finally landed about a half a kilometer away, the other Jedi and the bounty hunter not yet sensing his arrival. As he jumped off of the small rooftop, he landed just next to a dumpster and leaned over to see Laili hiding underneath. When he saw her, he could not help but be taken aback. He had been to so many worlds, seen dozens of exotic species and the most alluring of flowers, but he had never seen anything as beautiful as her. Looking into her eyes, all he could see was a face that could launch a thousand warships. She was small and slender with long, golden hair. Her blue eyes were the highlight of a face so beautiful that he had nothing to which he could fairly compare it. She was dressed in a ratty uniform, a kind which he had never seen, though that did not take away from her beauty. At least, not in his mind it didn’t. It was as if she was an angel, a legendary creature that was said to live on the moons of Iago. “Are you hurt,” he finally asked. “I’m fine,” Laili told him, she too gazing into his eyes as Ussej turned to see Estamme, one of his great many friends within the Jedi Order, deflect another bolt of laser fire away from himself back towards the bounty hunter who once again had to move away to reload. “Master Eerar,” Ussej shouted, “might I suggest putting away your lightsaber? There are alternatives to fighting.” “Sorry,” Eerar said, “not today.” “Very well,” Ussej said, though as he began to speak once more the roar of Chiroke’s jetpack pierced his ears. As he turned around, he was thrown to the side by the blast of a rocket that had landed right in front of him. Perhaps Master Eerar is correct, Ussej thought to himself as he conceded that he was wrong, removing his lightsaber from his belt. Chiroke smiled, realizing that he would be able to bring the head of a hero of the Republic to the Sith on Korriban and collect a very generous bounty. As more shots from the blaster rang out, Ussej found himself exerting more and more effort to deflect them. The strain that a Jedi felt when using his or her powers became greater the more they used them at once, something Ussej knew all too well. Ussej jumped into the air and kicked the bounty hunter’s jetpack and caused a malfunction, sending Chiroke to the ground. As Chiroke landed, a shot rang out and pierced the shoulder of Matchek, sending him to the ground as well. “Estamme,” Ussej shouted, “get Matchek back to the temple!” “What about you and the girl,” Eerar asked him. “We’ll be fine,” Ussej told him. “It’s just a bounty hunter.” “Very well,” Eerar conceded as he threw Matchek over his shoulder. “Good luck, Ussej. May the Force be with you.” Ussej nodded as he moved in closer to the bounty hunter. Punch after punch, kick after kick, their fight grew more intense. As Ussej kicked the blaster out of Chiroke’s hand, his lightsaber fell out of his own and fell off of the side of the building, landing meters below in the streets. However, another solution presented itself. A small grenade had fallen off of the bounty hunter’s belt and landed on the rooftop. Ussej dove for it and, before Chiroke could see, he activated it and placed it inside one of the jets. Ussej stood up, Chiroke pointing his rocket launcher directly at the Jedi Knight. The bounty hunter believed he had won, but unbeknownst to him he only had a few more seconds of life ahead of him. Ussej could not help but feel regret for having to kill the bounty hunter, but he knew that he had to do what he had to do. It helped to justify his course of action, but it could not take the pain of killing another life away from him. “It’s funny,” Chiroke said, “people keep saying how hard it is to kill a Jedi. It’s really not, just so long as you’re smart about it. Just take their allies out of the equation and they’re done for. It’s the same with a bounty hunter, really. It’s amazing how similar we are.” “Actually,” Ussej said, “you and I may be similar, but there is one big difference between the two of us right now.” “And what’s that,” Chiroke asked. “You’re about to die,” Ussej said as the beeping of the grenade became louder. Chiroke finally caught on to what was happening, but it was too late. Ussej quickly turned to the other side of a large ventilation shaft, just as the bounty hunter exploded in an array of lights, mostly from the fuel in the jetpack. Ussej ran back to Laili and extended his hand. She slowly made her way out from under the dumpster, being ever-so-careful to make sure that no one else wanted to kill them. As she smiled and began to talk, Ussej put his arms around her waste and jumped into the air. He jumped to the next rooftop and headed for a small, Jedi safe house less than half a kilometer away. Laili screamed out in anger, her hands beating against his back. She threw insults at him over and over until he finally set her down in the bedroom of the safe house. “You Jedi disgust me,” she shouted. “Never in my life have I been this manhandled.” “Obviously you’ve never been to Nar Shadda,” he joked as he turned on what little electricity the small apartment had. The room was run down and obviously hadn’t been used by a regular tenant for years, which would obviously explain why the Jedi would want to use it as one of their safe houses. He removed his cloak, revealing his brown Jedi robes and the latch where he missing lightsaber would have normally been hanging. He threw the cloak to the ground and pulled up a chair, sitting next to the bed that Laili had found. Her beauty continued to overtake his senses, but he quickly remembered his loyalty to the Jedi Code, however shaky it might have been. “I was quite capable of saving myself,” Laili said in disgust as she quickly studied his handsome features, “at least until more Jedi showed up for target practice, but thanks all the same. What’s your name.” “Bac,” Ussej said, “Ussej Padric Bac, Jedi Knight and Republic Colonel, at your service.” She could not help but be surprised when she heard the name, recognizing it from the news stories on the HoloNet. Now that she knew that she was in the presence of a Republic hero, she studied him more carefully. His brown hair was neatly kept and his blue eyes were the highlight of his face, but it was his small smile that she was most attracted to. It was obvious that he had been busy lately, his light beard being the major tip-off. “I was hoping you would be the one I would find,” she told him. “Are the stories about you true? You were the one who led the Jedi on Dantooine and the retaking of Centerpoint Station, weren’t you?” “Those were the two battles that the HoloNet decided to focus on when they wouldn’t stop talking about me,” he said, “but they weren’t my only successful campaigns.” “Wow,” she laughed. “Of all the Jedi on Coruscant, I can’t believe I found you. The name’s Laili Jeyna Rendar.” “Rendar,” Ussej asked, stunned at the mentioning of the name. “As in Kit Corwin Rendar?” “Yes,” she told him. “I need to know exactly what happened to him. Why did he leave the Jedi Order? What caused his fall to the Dark Side? Everything, everything that you people keep locked up in that pretty little tower of yours.” Ussej thought for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. It was a terrible story to tell, especially when one would have to tell it to a relative of Kit’s. “The shock of it was great to all Jedi,” he said. “He was one of our greatest Jedi Masters, but one day he disobeyed orders and attacked Pho Ph’eah, claiming that there were Sith on the surface. There were not and he turned the planet’s surface into a wasteland. He assumed command of the ships that followed him into battle and left the crew for dead. After that, he disappeared, but a few weeks later he returned as Dark Ravinos, the Apprentice of the Dark Lordess.” “No,” she said softly, “he couldn’t have murdered all of those people. The man my grandparents told me about never would have done that.” She put her hand over her mouth in shock. She had heard about the attack on Pho Ph’eah, but she never would have thought that her own brother would have been responsible for such a catastrophe. She stood back up and backed away, not wanting her Jedi rescuer to see the tears in her eyes. “Kit Corwin Rendar was twisted by the Dark Side of the Force,” Ussej told her. “He ceased to be the famous Jedi Master your grandparents told you about and became Darth Ravinos.” “But how,” she asked. “The Dark Side has a way of corrupting all sense of good within a man’s soul. This is what happened to him and now he is the right hand of the Dark Lordess. The fact that she could manipulate one as strong as him attests to her ability to corrupt anything she wishes. We don’t know the exact reason for his turning, but the Jedi Council assumed it was for good cause. Even so, however noble ones intentions are for turning to the Dark Side, you cannot escape the corruption it brings with it. As a practical matter, Kit Corwin Rendar is dead.” “I refuse to believe that,” Laili said. Ussej sighed, standing back up from the bed only to pace back and forth before her. The idea that this girl was related to that monster worried him, as she too could fall prey to the seduction of Darth Viea. “How are you related to Ravinos,” Ussej asked. “Are you his cousin?” “He’s my brother,” she told him, turning around to see the surprised look in his eyes, “and it is for that reason that I refuse to believe that he is dead, “as a practical matter”. There is still good in him. I know there is still good in him. If he was just taken away from the Sith, he’ll return to us. Please, you have to help him. You have to help my brother.” “There’s not much I can do,” he told her as he sat down with her, taking her hand. “I want to, trust me I want to, but with the war going on I can’t leave Coruscant. The Sith are threatening to attack us everyday and the council can’t afford to lose their best knights. There’s going to be a point in time when you will have to accept that your brother is dead. I know it is not fair, but it has happened. I am so sorry that it had to someone as...someone as beautiful as yourself.” The tears still came as she looked into his eyes, not ignoring his charming words. Kit was the only family that she had left now and she could not give up on him so easily. If she couldn’t get the Jedi Order to help her, then she would face him herself. “As long as I live,” she said, “I will not believe that he is dead. I can’t lose him. I have nothing else to hold onto. He’s all that’s left of my family, other than me. There’s no way you could understand that.” “You’re right,” he told her, “I cannot understand that. But what I do know is that is that going after him yourself will solve nothing. He is a Sith Lord and you are but a mere mortal. Ravinos would have no idea of your existence, so why should he believe that what you say is true? It is good to have hope, and for your sake do not let go of it. A lack of hope can drive a person down a terrible path, even if that person is but a mere mortal.” “Is that supposed to comfort me,” she asked him. “I thought that the Jedi believed that no one is beyond redemption? If the Jedi refuse to help me, then I will face him myself. If it means my death then so be it. There is no other reason for my existence.” “Of course there is a reason for your existence,” he said. “We all have a destiny and I can’t imagine yours being to die a senseless death at the hands of a Sith Lord. And, yes, no one is beyond redemption but it all depends on the willingness of the person in question to choose the path of redemption. I might be able to help you. It will not be today and it will not be tomorrow, but someday when this war is over I might be able to help you. I want to help you, Laili, truly I do. It’s just not the time.” Ussej’s words were so sincere and she could tell he spoke the truth. But, she couldn’t wait forever. She touched his hand, a spark of emotion flying through her mind. His touch forced her to look into his eyes. Her head bowed in shame as she nodded her head in acceptance, but she knew that Kit could die at any moment. “But what if Kit doesn’t have much longer,” she asked. “I seriously doubt that someone is going to take him out anytime soon,” he said, trying to reassure her as he saw a look of what he perceived to be humiliation crossing over her face. “Forgive me,” she said, “it’s just that these last few days have been, well, difficult.” “These last few years have been difficult for all of us,” he reminded her. “Millions are in the same situation you are in right now.” She wiped away the last of her tears and there was a silence between the two of them. Ussej took her hand again, trying to comfort her. He had never felt anything so soft and smooth in his entire life. He stared at her for a moment before he finally took his hand away again. The awkwardness of the situation had finally overcome Laili. She let out a small smile, standing at a comfortable distance as her hand pulled out a transceiver. She sent out a request for a taxi and, as her hand fumbled in putting the device back into her pockets, her gaze turned to Ussej once again. “You don’t have to leave,” Ussej told her, hoping that she wouldn’t. “It’s best if you stay here, at least until the morning.” “No,” she said firmly, “it’s best if I leave. Besides, they’ll have a harder time finding me if I’m on the move, if they’re still looking for me.” “Very well,” Ussej said, bowing in respect. “May the Force be with you, Laili Jeyna Rendar.” “It hasn’t been so far,” she said, letting out a weak smile as she walked out into the hall and down the stairs as her taxi arrived. Ussej could not help but feel comforted at the very thought of her touch. He had always struggled in remaining loyal to what he believed to be a broken Jedi Code, and it was at that moment that he truly had to begin reconsidering his priorities. He wanted to get to know Laili better, but he was worried about becoming attached or even possessive. Such traits were forbidden by the Jedi Code and he had risked so much to get to where he was now. But something about her made him want to take this new risk. -----signature----- Star Wars: Episode I - The Chosen One http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_Episode_I_-_The_Chosen_One Production blog: http://alternativesaga.wordpress.com/
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jedimasterbac Title: CT and Fan Design Manager Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/15/07 6:24pm Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - REPOSTED May 15, 2007
	Title: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac Section: Chapter Two - Best of the Best Authors: Brandon Rhea Characters: Laili Jeyna Rendar, Estamme Eerar, Mathias Helsdain, Ussej Padric Bac Timeframe: 3,931 BBY, during the Great Territorial War and one month after Chapter One. Author's Note: This chapter is brand new to the re-write. It did not appear in the original version of the novel. Chapter Two BEST OF THE BEST Throughout history, the largest moon of Nal Hutta had come to be known many things. Some called it Vertical City, the Smuggler’s Moon or Little Coruscant, but it was universally recognized that Nar Shaddaa was a dump and a breeding ground for the undesirables that had all but been cast out of modern society. The surface was like Coruscant, considering it was entirely overgrown with cities, but the filth, pollution and crime rates were all significantly higher. Although the planet was once a prosperous trade center, its glory was lost when the galaxy saw a shift in trade lanes. Nar Shaddaa soon became a criminal empire and became galactically renowned for being the center of the galaxy’s illegal operations. The entire moon had become dominated by a decaying urban landscape and horribly polluted cities. The only people that truly felt at ease on its surface had, for quite some time, been criminals as the moon was allowed to run its own affairs with hardly any outside interference due to it being distant from most centers of trade. The rain pounded down all around her as she walked through the very streets of Nar Shaddaa that had been corrupted over the millennia. Laili had never been to the city before and already she hated it. The smells, the people, the rigid class systems that let the richer become richer and the poor become poorer; it disgusted her She rounded a corner, finally finding a place to view the entire surrounding area. There was not a single tree, blade of grass or animal other than a rat in sight. It was all metal and garbage. The entire area was a dump and a breeding ground for crime. However, that would prove useful to her. She turned around and found a cantina just on the far side of the street. She walked towards it, stepping back into the rain, knowing that the comforts of a bar and a cup that she could never see the bottom of would do her well, especially after what had happened on Coruscant. However, that comforting hope quickly faded as she stepped inside and pulled down the hood of her robe. The inside of the bar was just as disgusting as the streets. Strange looking aliens, security officers and garbage was all she could see and the smell was absolutely horrid. It was times like these when she felt that stabbing oneself in the eye with a fork seemed like a picnic on Naboo. So far, it seemed like only the slime of the galaxy dared to venture into a bar such as the one she was standing in. She debated leaving, but she knew she needed a drink and that she had a job to do. “I’ll have a Tatooine sunburn,” she said as she sat down at the bar. “Straight up, in a clean glass if you even have one.” When the glass was placed in front of her, it only took a few seconds for her to swallow it all. She motioned for the bartender to bring her more. It had been months since she had tasted alcohol and she saw no harm in getting drunk in a bar such as this. It’s not like anyone else in this dump is sober, she thought to herself, smirking at the notion. “Something I can help you with, pretty lady,” the bartender asked. “You seem to have your mind on something other than your drink.” “You caught me,” she said, as he was obviously correct. “I need a merc, someone who is good at hacking into systems. Surely a business man such as yourself knows the people around here?” “You’ll want the best then,” he told her. “His name is Mathias.” “Where can I find this Mathias,” she asked him, throwing him a few credits.” “He’s in the far right corner of the bar,” the bartender said, picking up the credits. “Watch your back around here. Go flashing those credits around and you’ll attract more attention than you want.” Seated a few meters away from her at the opposite end of the bar was Estamme Eerar. He had heard reports that a women had been searching for contacts to try and infiltrate Kit Corwin Rendar’s quarters in the Jedi Academy on Corellia and he and Ussej instinctively knew that it was Laili. He used the Force to help him focus all of the sounds in the room, singling out only her voice as well as the mercenary at the far end of the bar. However, before knowing for sure that she was the one looking for a way inside the academy, he would need a bit more information before trying to intercept her. On the far side of the grimy room, Mathias Helsdain sat at the pazaak table, his arms around the shoulders of two Twi’Lek dancers. It hadn’t taken long for someone to tell him that someone needed a mercenary. It was true that he belonged to his fair share of private organizations, but he didn’t sign any contract that said anything about being exclusive. He looked around the room, staring each and every patron down. There was no big hush or holding of breath. The noise didn’t even skip a beat but a few of the bigger fish in the pool took notice, though most knew not to mess with him. As Laili approached, he let the dancers go and started to shuffle his pazaak cards. He watched her as she sat down, moving her hand to brush her hair back over her shoulders as she looked up towards him. He smiled, admiring her courage. She was beautiful, of course, but he was not prepared to even begin thinking of making a move on a potential customer. “Care for a game of pazaak,” he asked her. “I’ll even go easy on you and use my starter deck.” “I’m not here for pazaak,” she said. “Of course,” he chucked, “you’re here for a merc.” “Who said I was looking for a merc,” she asked him, clasping her hands together as she looked him over. She had to be sure who he was before she just let anyone in on what she was planning. The fewer he knew about it the better. “Same person who gave you that tasty-looking drink in your hands,” he said, motioning to the bartender on the other side of the room. She nonchalantly titled her head from side to side, looking at him once more. She could tell that he didn’t have the look of a computer hacker, but rather the look of someone who preferred to hack up people into pieces. However, if he was the best, then she could still use him. She finally nodded her head, leaning forward. “Corellia has a Jedi Academy that was abandoned not too long after Centerpoint was taken by the Sith,” she informed him. “However, the Jedi didn’t return to it, even after they took back the station. I need in and I need access to whatever information was left behind, including personal log entries.” “The Corellian System has just about every kind of nasty there is crawling around in it,” Mathias said. “Sith crowing like roosters that just laid in the hen house, Jedi looking to one-up the Empire, Dark Jedi, mercs, Republic troops, bounty hunters and blackhearts of every stripe. It’ll cost you ten thousand for me to get you there and back in one piece.” Though she didn’t move, she flinched as her smirk quickly left her face. She knew she didn’t have that much money to spare, let alone spend on this job. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected to pay that much for the trip. However, she did have a backup plan. She leaned in close, smiling innocently. “Surely you’ll work for less than that,” she asked, twirling her blonde hair in her finger. “Getting to Corellia is hard, yes, but surely someone as strong and as brave as you would have no trouble getting into a small little Jedi Academy.” “Drop the act,” he said, sighing as he sensed her innocence. “Look, I can tell you’re desperate, so I’ll do you a favor, a word you don’t generally hear from my lips. Give me whatever you have and I’ll get you there.” “Here’s two thousand credits,” she said as she pulled a pouch from her jacket and slid the stick over to him. “I have a few runs I can make with some spice and get you two thousand more. I’m true to my word.” She put the empty pouch back into her pocket, looking at him as she awaited his response. However, something did not feel right, especially nearby. It was almost as if she was being watched by something....or someone. ------------------------ The door to the bar swung opened and made way for a brown-hooded figure. The clothes of the figure indicated that he was nothing more than some petty thug from the streets but, in reality, he was much, much more. He drew back his wet hood to reveal the face of Ussej Padric Bac. There was a high bounty on Jedi Knights all throughout the galaxy, especially for war heroes like him, and if he was to be killed then that would mean one less capable Knight for the Jedi Order and one less hero for the Republic. He looked around the room, looking for the familiar faces he had hoped to find. In the far corner of the bar he saw Laili. He could not see her face, but he could recognize her one-of-a-kind golden locks anywhere. What troubled him was that she was seated across from Mathias Helsdain, one of the most wanted criminals in the galaxy on both sides of the war. He didn’t care who he was fighting for, so long as the price was right, and completely lacked any form of ideology. It was troubling, to say the least. On the far end of the bar counter was Estamme, sipping his glass of water as he inconspicuously looked from side to side, monitoring the room. The Jedi Council had sent his good friend to Nar Shaddaa specifically to follow Laili and make sure she wasn’t going to do anything foolish. Ussej had told them everything that had happened with her on Coruscant and they agreed that, were she to try to go after Ravinos herself, she could potentially be a great danger to herself and to the war effort. Not only that, but if the Empire discovered that she was trying to convert her brother away from them, they would surely take her out. “Burning the midnight oil, Estamme,” Ussej jokingly asked his friend as he sat down beside him, far enough away to where Laili hopefully would not see him. “Ussej,” Estamme asked, obviously surprised. “What are you doing here? I wasn’t aware that the Jedi Council assigned you to this mission.” “They didn’t,” Ussej smirked as he singled for the bartender. “Alderaanian Ale.” “What do you mean ‘they didn’t’,” Estamme asked as the bartender delivered a new round of drinks to both of them. “I’m supposed to be on Dantooine dealing with some border dispute between locals,” Ussej told him, “but I decided to stop in here first.” “How could you have even known about this mission,” Estamme asked him. “It was classified on the highest levels.” “I have my sources,” Ussej reminded him. “Besides, Mathias Helsdain is far dangerous for only one Jedi Knight to go after.” “Mathias Helsdain,” Estamme asked him. “That merc that Laili is sitting with,” Ussej informed him. “He was once a member of the Shadows of the Phoenix, a violent terrorist group that operates somewhere in the Unknown Regions.” “I’ve never heard of them,” Estamme said. “My father had been investigating them before he and my mother were killed,” Ussej said. “That’s really the only reason that some members of the Jedi Council decided to keep me in the loop about their dealings.” ------------------------ “Severis or Kessel,” Mathias asked. “I beg your pardon,” Laili quickly responded. “Do you work the Severis Run or the Kessel Run when you smuggle,” Mathias asked, this time in greater detail. “Kessel,” she told him, “though it isn’t any of your concern. Look, I don’t need a friend. I need a merc. We’ve got eyes on us even now, I can feel it. Tell me where and when to meet you because I’d sure as hell like to get this over with as soon as possible.” “I ain’t trying to be your friend, miss,” Mathias chuckled. “I’m just interested on when I can expect the rest of that cash. Severis is more profitable. The Sith don’t have their fingers in too deeply like they do on Kessel. As for when we can leave, now would be a good time. As for the eyes you feel on you, you’re going to have to keep up with yours truly if you plan on leaving them behind.” She turned her head around towards the bar, spotting Ussej and Estamme sitting next to one another, looking directly at her. She knew that she had to leave immediately. However, as she turned her head back towards Mathias she could not help but wonder what kind of mercenary would give a smuggler advice on how to make a better profit when he could have simply hounded her until she had the money like the Hutts would have done. But, she knew she didn’t have time to ponder the ‘what ifs’. She grabbed her coat, ready to go. “After you, then,” Laili told him. Ussej and Estamme spotted them getting up and quickly placed their drinks down on the bar counter. Estamme tried to bolt after them, but Ussej placed his arm out to stop them. He knew running into the situation would not be a smart idea, as it could tip off bounty hunters in the area that they were Jedi. However, when the two made their way out of the back door, Ussej knew that they could not wait any longer. “Time to go,” Ussej said as he ran towards the nearest door, Estamme just behind him. They both concentrated on the Force around them, using it to try to mask their presence within it. The last thing they would need would be to get spotted by another Force user, something that Ussej was always barely able to avoid. A dozen or so meters ahead, Laili looked back to see Ussej and Estamme running after them. She quickened her pace, and Mathias turned to see just what it was for. Rather than speeding up, he pulled out a small thermal detonator from his pocket. Before he could arm it, Laili snapped it out of his hands. “No,” she shouted. “They’re not to be harmed. I just need to know if your ship can outrun a Jedi Starfighter.” “A Jedi Starfighter,” he said before falling into a spell of almost uncontrollable laughter. “Princess, I can outrun a Jedi bird with only two thrusters working. With all four, the ‘Sider will leave them in an Ion backwash.” Laili smiled, knowing that she had a great chance of succeeding. However, she thought differently when she felt an arm fly across her shoulder. Stunned, she turned to her left to see Ussej and Estamme right next to her. What she didn’t see, however, was that Ussej had slipped a small device into her pocket, one so small that she would have to squint her eyes just to see it in her hand. “Laili,” Estamme shouted. “It’s us, your old friends Ussej and Estamme. We haven’t seen you in ages! How are you?” She knew what they were trying to pull and that they were pulling it off very well. However, she too was a great actress, and being one had gotten her out of stickier situations in the past. She knew she had to create a distraction, so she slipped the thermal detonator into his hand before pointing at him with a look of horror and panic. “He’s got a thermal detonator,” she shouted, getting the attention of everyone in earshot. “He says he’s going to blow up the entire complex. Run for your lives!” As the citizens on the street began frantically running away, Ussej watched as Laili shot him a wink and an apologetic look. As he tried to create a sense of what had happened around him, what with dozens of people running rampant through the streets, he watched as Laili grabbed Mathias’ arm and pushed her way through the crowd. Estamme placed his hand out in front of him, trying to channel himself through the Force and into the minds of the pedestrians to hopefully ease some of the tension in the area. He too looked around, hoping not to lose sight of his targets. Meters away, he could see Laili and Mathias round a corner. Motioning to Ussej, he quickly began making his way through the crowd, using a very gentle wave in the Force to clear a small path for them. “We won’t be able to catch up with them,” Estamme told him. “Any ideas?” “Don’t worry,” Ussej said. “I tagged her with a tracking device. They can’t even so much as stop at the bathroom without me knowing about it now.” “Alright, let’s go,” Estamme said, but he was soon stopped by the beeping of Ussej’s communicator. “Bac here,” Ussej said into the device. “Ussej, it’s Bo,” Republic General Boreguard Madet said on the other end. “Can you read me?” “Loud and clear, General,” Ussej said, believing that it was not appropriate to call a higher ranking officer by their nickname while on duty. “Good,” Madet said. “Ussej, you need to get back to Coruscant right away. The Empire’s attacking the city. Their armada is massive, at least five times bigger than we thought. We don’t know how much longer we can hold out.” “I’ll be there as fast as I can,” Ussej said. “Bac out.” He placed the small device back onto his utility belt and turned back to Estamme. He nodded, knowing that the safety of Coruscant and it’s people was far more important than chasing after smuggler’s and mercenaries, even if he did care a great deal for the safety of one certain smuggler. ------------------------ Mathias and Laili boarded The Nightsider, Mathias’ own person vessel. He jumped into the pilot’s seat and warmed up the engines. He smiled as he heard the vessel roar to life, feeling great comfort in knowing that he would soon be back in the freedom that was deep space. Few remembered that Nar Shaddaa was a vertical city, though he certainly did as he lifted the ship off the ground, knowing that he would have to go through gaping chasms and narrow passageways just to get out of the area. For many it was suicide, but for him it meant fun. Damn, I’m good, he thought to himself. Laili sat in the co-pilot’s seat, impressed with how well he had handled himself. When hiring a mercenary, she knew that you never could tell what you would get. At least the bartender was right in referring him for the job, as she had a feeling that he always got the job done. Then again, always getting the job done also meant he probably knew how to kill those who got into his path, so she knew she would have to watch him closely. Defusing a few situations could potentially be a part of her job until he got her the information she needed. As they broke free of the atmosphere and the ship made the jump into hyperspace, Mathias still was amazed at the kind of drag wind friction could cause. Putting on the auto pilot, he turned towards Laili and brought up Corellia on the Nav Computer. He knew a few tricks to shave off travel time and there was nothing, in his mind, that could match his ship in speed. As the calculations took place, he turned back around and punched up the weapons, activating the missile rack just in case they needed it. “Have you got a plan for getting into the academy,” Laili asked, “or are we just going in and winging it?” “That depends,” Mathias told her, turning back towards her. “How badly do you want in?” “Me getting into that building is a life or death situation,” she told him, un-phased by his words. “I don’t care how you do it as long as no one gets hurt. You seem to be more than just a hacker, though. Just who exactly are you?” “Who am I,” he repeated sarcastically. “Good question, lady, not that I exactly have an answer that will satisfy either of us on that account. Let’s just give that one a number and tell it to wait its turn. Now as for the mission, depending on how much resistance we run into coming in system will define how difficult it’ll be getting into the academy. We can try to ghost our way in, but I’ll bet we’ll have to crack a few heads along the way. Not that I mind. I’ve never been a fan of Jedi.” “Then it seems you’ll be going against your ideals on this mission,” she told him. “You’re going to help me save a Jedi.” “Lady,” Mathias said, laughing, “I don’t have ideals. They’re nice and all but they don’t put food in your belly or keep your head dry when it’s raining. They only make you hesitate when you can least afford doing so. What I got is a head filled with fragmented memories that aren’t even mine, skills I don’t remember learning. Now, if you want help getting into this academy then I’m your man. Just don’t go wasting brain power trying to figure me out or the breath trying to tell me about what my ideals are. We clear?” She narrowed her eyes at him, getting ready to raise her voice. No one spoke to her in that manner. She was a well respected smuggler, especially in the Corellian sector, and this indignant reaction from a mercenary unnerved her to no end. “Is this how you speak to all of your employers,” she asked him. “I should hope not. Look, you may have had a horrid life and can’t tell a Bantha from a Denebian Bat because of your brain getting hit with a few stray bullets, but for now you’re going to have to try to have the decency to treat me with a little respect. We clear?” “That’ll cost extra,” he laughed, looking much too pleased with himself after that remark. “Just do your job and get me into the academy,” she said. “Then you can go flitting off somewhere else. The faster you work the sooner the both of us can be rid of each other.” She sat back and crossed her arms across her chest, looking away from him. Perhaps she should have waited on Ussej to help her, but it had been a month since they had spoken on Coruscant. Waiting any longer would have gone against her own ideals. She brushed the idea of waiting from her mind as quickly as she could, knowing he had done nothing to help her save Kit. “So,” Mathias said, “now you want this job done fast? Fast I can do, but fast is messy. Are you up for messy or do you really expect me to do this fast without hurting people?” Laili couldn’t take anymore of his remarks. Having had enough of him, she quickly unfastened her harness and pulled out a blaster, pointing it directly at his head. However, he didn’t even seem to flinch as she pressed it up against him. “Listen up, merc,” she shouted. “I’m not some prissy female that bows to your whims. Let’s cut the small talk before you make me do something I don’t really want to do. Fly the damn ship and keep your mouth shut!” “You want flying, boss lady,” Mathias asked, a large grin crossing over his face. “You got it!” He turned his chair back to face the stars, slapping the hyperspace controls to bring the ship to a dead stop. Laili noticed this, but it was too late. She knew she should have stayed in her seat, but there was nothing she could have done about it as she flew forward, smacking her head on the control panel. She fell to the ground, letting out a soft moan of pain. Suddenly, all went white. “That’s what I thought,” Mathias said as her eyes closed. He stepped out of his seat and kneeled down before her, placing her unconscious body into his arms. Though he knew he was getting soft, he placed her down on his bed and placed a pillow under her head. At least there she wouldn’t get herself hurt again. He sat back down in his chair, enjoying the silence as he took the time to recalculate the navigational computer’s coordinates to get back on track to Corellia. He turned back to look at Laili, almost regretting what he had done, though as the ship made the jump back into hyperspace he reminded himself that there wasn’t much he could do about it now. -----signature----- Star Wars: Episode I - The Chosen One http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_Episode_I_-_The_Chosen_One Production blog: http://alternativesaga.wordpress.com/
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/16/07 7:02am Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - REPOSTED May 15, 2007
	Wow! Lots of great post! Now I just need to get caught up! -----signature----- Team Eric: Because undead never looked so good. Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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WANNA-BE-JEDI-KNIGHT Title: Activities Coordinator, Maryland FanForce Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 5/19/07 3:46pm Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - REPOSTED May 15, 2007
	Good re-write! Will you still have Ussej and Laili involved and helping her find her brother? or will this take a different turn? -----signature----- "As you enter this life, I pray you depart with a wrinkled face and a brand new heart." -- U2 "You are in my very soul, tormenting me." -- Anakin
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jedimasterbac Title: CT and Fan Design Manager Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/20/07 10:54am Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - REPOSTED May 15, 2007
	WANNA-BE-JEDI-KNIGHT posted: Will you still have Ussej and Laili involved and helping her find her brother? Of course. I won't be changing things THAT much. -----signature----- Star Wars: Episode I - The Chosen One http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_Episode_I_-_The_Chosen_One Production blog: http://alternativesaga.wordpress.com/
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jedimasterbac Title: CT and Fan Design Manager Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/20/07 10:56am Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - REPOSTED May 15, 2007
	Title: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac Section: Chapter Three - Apocalus Authors: Brandon Rhea Characters: Darth Invidius, Darth Apocalus Timeframe: 3,931 BBY, during the Great Territorial War and during Chapter Two. Chapter Three APOCALUS The apocalyptic skies of Mustafar roared with bright arcs of crimson lightning as Darth Invidius made his way to the surface of the planet. The hellish pits of fiery death that made up most of the planet’s monstrous landscape seemed to hail the Sith Lord by sending forth blazing whips of fiery, poisonous smoke. His ship’s scanners showed no great activity on the surface aside from the constant rivers of fire, but then again there was a great deal of interference from the smoke. Invidius stared out of his window, looking for a place to land. It was then that he found a small rock formation at the base of the very temple he was looking for, so he pressed the button in front of him and the ship stopped in the air before lowering down to the jagged rocks below. As he stepped onto the rocks below, he pulled his long, flowing black robe around him and stared over the side of the rock he had landed on. Below him, a river of lava flowed and twisted its way over the planet. Around it were thousands of other magma rivers. Invidius grinned as he saw them, feeling comfortable within a literal Hell. As he made his way up the hill, he came to the base of the temple. In front of him there stood a towering archway, sealed by two slabs of rock. Around the archway there were many runes, though he knew not what they meant, nor did he care. Now, all he needed to do was get inside the temple. It was time to put his never-ending research to the test. “Samhain,” he whispered in an ancient Sith tongue. As quickly as the word left his mouth, the two slabs of rock slid apart, pulling away some loose stones as it went. Behind it was a dark and ominous tunnel. Invidius grinned, knowing he was close. At tremendous speed, Invidius followed the dark tunnels deeper and deeper into the Mustafarian rock. He turned left, plunged recklessly through a series of staircases until he finally reached another large door. It stood towering above him, vast and immeasurably strong, like a mountain of iron. Raging with the Dark Side, he laid his cold stone-clad hand upon its surface and, at once, the mighty gate swung ajar, belching forth fires of many poisonous hues. The fume of them stank upon the air, foul and deadly. He had been chosen. He stopped into a giant rock cavern. In the center there was a giant lake of fire and love surrounded by a stone path. In the center of the lake stood a small rock circle, a small stone pillar adoring it. The heat of the room was amazing and Invidius had quickly started to sweat, though it was no matter to him. He stepped forward onto path, crossing over the fire and brimstone that was, only a mere inch from him on either side, until he reached the center. There rested a jagged crimson rub. The Sith Lord stared at it with glee before he reached out his hand and picked it up. No sooner had he touched it did his whole body begin to shake as he felt a sudden and deadly chill come over him. “Who dares to unsettle the tomb of the living apocalypse,” a dark and dangerous voice asked. “One who seeks its eternal power,” Invidius responded. “Strong words,” the voice told him, “something uncommon for such an insignificant creature. What makes you think you are worthy of my power?” “I seek you to lead me and my followers,” Invidius corrected, and no sooner had he tried to speak again did he fall back down to the ground. “In truth, you are the one who has been deemed worthy.” A trap door opened beneath him and he fell into what seemed to be an endless abyss of pitch black nothingness. He soon hit the ground with a thud and torches on the wall came to life. Invidius stepped into the center of the catacomb and found an icebound body housed within a tube covered by a millennia of dust. The Sith Lord raised his hand aloft and wiped the glass clear, only to reveal the darkened face of the one called Darth Apocalus, an ancient Dark Lord from before the Great Hyperspace War. Apocalus’ countenance was foul and battle-scared, completely riddled with tattoos as if he were a living mosaic, a testament of the power of the Sith of yore. He stared at it for a moment before quickly deactivating the unit. The body of Apocalus began to thaw. Pain flaring through him, the once Dark Lord breathed again for the first time in over one thousand years. His eyelids fluttered open, but the thick darkness of the chamber wounded his vision as he struggled to focus on the man standing before him. Even if his eyes could not pierce the dim shadows, he could feel the taint of the Dark Side of the Force seeping through his limbs, his heart and his mind. He tried to stand up or even talk, but his limbs refused to answer his bidding. He pressed a button on the small panel strapped to his wrist before slipping back into unconsciousness. Without any warning, the walls heaved and cracked and the chamber reeled as the walls crumbled and came crashing down. From the wreckage came two massive war droids, each igniting twin energy blades from their wrists. They stood at over fifteen feet tall, towering above Invidius like a storm cloud. They quickly pressed forth, their orders clear. “Command received,” the two droids said in unison. “Protect the master. Order 1227 has been authorized. Lethality can commence at will.” “Stand down,” Invidius ordered as he backed away from the behemoths. “I have come to free your master from his icy prison, not to destroy him. Scan me, if you believe me to be a liar. You shall sense no animosity in my brain patterns!” Within moments, the droids halted and lowered their weapons as if they were awaiting a new command. Heeding them no more, Invidius holstered Apocalus upon his shoulders and made his way back unto the surface. ------------------------ Deep within the unfathomable abyss of the catacombs of his unholy sanctuary, Darth Apocalus had awakened once more. Though he remained in his bed with hundreds of wires connected to his body to monitor him, he tirelessly slaved over his satanic studies into the nature of the corrupt half of the great mystery that was the Force. Interrupting him from his studies was the presence of his newest pupil. His muscles screamed in protest as he attempted to slide off of the bed, as he had been asleep for a very long time. His physique was as it had been all those years ago. It had not moved, but how long had it been? Who had awoken him from his slumber? He had many questions that would indeed have to wait. If they wanted him dead, he would have been already. He felt his strength begin to return to him as he laid there, unmoving. It was not his physical strength, however, but something much greater. The Force once again washed over him. He had missed the feeling of such terrible power flowing around his weakened frame. His black heart beat more rapidly as the familiar call of the Dark Side assaulted his senses. “Hello, my mistress,” the dark one uttered into the darkened gloom. “I see you have returned to me, as always. We shall once again make such sweet music that will bring this galaxy to its knees.” As he finished speaking, Invidius entered the room and walked towards the motionless Lord of the Sith. He could now feel the Dark Side of the Force surging through the dark one’s body like black lightning, its vicious energy stronger than ever before. “My Lord,” Invidius said, “I trust you are the one they call Apocalus.” “I was once known as that,” he said, “the Lord of the Apocalypse. I was named such for my vast knowledge of the darkness. I had learned powers that the galaxy feared above all other. They were convinced that I could not be killed and that I would bring about the ultimate end. I began to believe it myself until one day, I was caught off guard and sealed in that stasis you found me in. For this, I thank you, but first I need to know why you have awakened me! What year is this?” “It is one thousand and seventy years after the Great Hyperspace War, My Lord,” Invidius told him. “I have brought you back in order for you to lead the true believers of the Sith ideals into victory against the filthy Sith woman commanding our once noble and glorious Empire. It will be hard, as even now she is preparing to take control of Coruscant away from the Republic, but it can be done. In return, you will have the title you once held eons ago.” “Indeed,” the old one spoke. “I have been gone a very long time. We must speak of this new Dark Lord of the Sith. You must bring me up to speed on the situation, as I will of course help the Sith Empire regain its once legendary glory. But, we cannot speak of such things here. Prepare thyself, young Sith Lord. This lounging about is for the weak! Get dressed properly and prepare a ship for Ziost. We have urgent work that must be done!” -----signature----- Star Wars: Episode I - The Chosen One http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_Episode_I_-_The_Chosen_One Production blog: http://alternativesaga.wordpress.com/
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/21/07 6:33am Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - UPDATED May 20, 2007
	Whoa! Great chapter! Pain flaring through him, the once Dark Lord breathed again for the first time in over one thousand years. His eyelids fluttered open, but the thick darkness of the chamber wounded his vision as he struggled to focus on the man standing before him. Even if his eyes could not pierce the dim shadows, he could feel the taint of the Dark Side of the Force seeping through his limbs, his heart and his mind. He tried to stand up or even talk, but his limbs refused to answer his bidding. He pressed a button on the small panel strapped to his wrist before slipping back into unconsciousness. Without any warning, the walls heaved and cracked and the chamber reeled as the walls crumbled and came crashing down. From the wreckage came two massive war droids, each igniting twin energy blades from their wrists. They stood at over fifteen feet tall, towering above Invidius like a storm cloud. They quickly pressed forth, their orders clear. “Command received,” the two droids said in unison. “Protect the master. Order 1227 has been authorized. Lethality can commence at will.” Bravo! -----signature----- Team Eric: Because undead never looked so good. Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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WANNA-BE-JEDI-KNIGHT Title: Activities Coordinator, Maryland FanForce Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 5/21/07 5:21pm Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - UPDATED May 20, 2007
	This may be a stupid question but who is the dark lord referring to when he says 'hello my mistress'? Is he referreing to Invidius? -----signature----- "As you enter this life, I pray you depart with a wrinkled face and a brand new heart." -- U2 "You are in my very soul, tormenting me." -- Anakin
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jedimasterbac Title: CT and Fan Design Manager Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/22/07 3:55am Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - UPDATED May 20, 2007
	The Dark Side. -----signature----- Star Wars: Episode I - The Chosen One http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_Episode_I_-_The_Chosen_One Production blog: http://alternativesaga.wordpress.com/
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jedimasterbac Title: CT and Fan Design Manager Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/9/07 7:38pm Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - UPDATED June 9, 2007 - Date Edited: 6/13/07 3:31pm (1 edits total) Edited By: jedimasterbac
	Title: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac Section: Chapter Four - Downfall Authors: Brandon Rhea Characters: Laili Jeyna Rendar, Mathias Helsdain, Ussej Padric Bac, Damien Nightblade, Darth Ravinos, Remer Ather, Darth Brenos Timeframe: 3,931 BBY, during the Great Territorial War and twelve hours after Chapters Two and Three Chapter Four DOWNFALL Laili awoke with a groan as she felt a shooting pain within her abdomen. She looked around the cockpit, shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight that penetrated the glass windows of the ship. She stood up as her eyes adjusted to the light and looked outside, seeing the familiar skyline that let her know exactly where they were. She was home, on Corellia. Mathias was not in the cockpit and she thanked the stars for that. Grunting with pain, she slowly sat down in the co-pilot’s seat. She pulled up her shirt to gauge the damage done to her, seeing the dark purple of a large bruise from the middle of her stomach to her left side. Each intake of air brought pain to her as she slowly got to her feet. It would have been better to have been shot by a blaster than slamming into that hunk of metal. Stuffing her shirt back into her pants and throwing on her jacket, she turned around and walked gingerly towards the ramp, assuming that Mathias was still near the ship. Her hands ran through her hair, pulling it out of her face as she stepped down the ramp, looking around for her dastardly pilot. “Mathias,” she shouted, “where the hell are you?” On the opposite side of the ship, Mathias could hear her yells but chose not to immediately respond. The pile of debris between the two of them gave him the kind of backdrop he wanted as he looked over the Jedi Academy. It seemed to be abandoned, but he knew full well that looks were about as trustworthy as a Duro who swore that a used starship he was trying to sell was used by his grandmother. He turned and walked back to the other side of the ship for no other reason than to make her stop yelling her awful yell. As he stepped towards her, he tapped his wrist control and hit the coloration change. The dark green hull flowed and muted until it matched the ground and the surroundings as close as possible, making it a bit harder to see. “Glad your awake,” he quipped. “I was beginning to think I might have to go on by myself, and we both know that it would just end up being messy.” She glared at him angrily, wanting to wring his neck for slamming the ship out of hyperspace. However, she knew better than to pull the move she did. It didn’t make things any better, though she knew that he could potentially get a nice surprise in his next payment. “You son of a bitch,” she shouted. “Mother did abandon me when I was an infant,” he told her, “so naturally I would have to agree with you on that one.” “Very funny,” she snapped. “So what’s the story. How hard is it going to be to get in?” “It won’t be,” he said. “There’s hardly any Sith left on the planet, for now, other than the guards at the capital. The locals say that the Sith are trying to take over Coruscant.” “What,” she shouted, obviously distressed. “Did I stutter,” he asked sarcastically. “Besides, it’s not like there’s anything we could actually do to help Coruscant.” She knew he was right and she knew that she had a job to do, so sitting around and arguing about what they could not do to help the Jedi would get them no where. She sat on the ground, taking in the air and the sounds of the nearby Corellian city. It felt nostalgic to her, almost reassuring. Being back on her home soil made her feel like anything was possible, including the rescue of her brother. The Jedi Academy in front of her was like nothing she had ever seen, but its beauty was cast aside by the knowledge that it was once watched over by the fallen Jedi Master Adena Qel-Droma, now the Dark Lordess Viea. With the help of the former Supreme Chancellor Stavan Jetzt, who was truly the Dark Lord Myst, she had crippled the Republic to what many believed was its breaking point. She took in the sensation of the air and life around her before standing up, looking into the blue sky above her. It would soon be covered by darkness as night grew near, and with it would come some of the worst scum in the galaxy. They would have to move quickly and they both knew it. “Time to go.” ------------------------ “Gold Leader here,” Ussej said as he flew his fighters throughout the maze of Republic and Sith vessels orbiting the skies of Coruscant. The battle had been long and fierce and he had already seen his fair share of destruction for one day. All he wanted was to get away from the Force-forsaken world, even if it was the world he had come to known over the past thirty years. “The hangar bay, sir,” Gold Five said, “right in front of you.” “I see it,” Ussej shouted. “I’m going in.” “Aye, sir,” Gold Five responded. Ussej hit a button on his command panel and the sublight engines propelled the tiny starfighter forward, making it inside the hangar bay just before he collided with another troop-carrier. He gently landed his fighter in the bay, noticing the Sith troops in the area before he opened the hatch of his vessel. He brought his lightsaber out of his hand and the blue energy flared. He propelled each shot that came towards him back towards their source, causing soldier after soldier to collapse in pain, if not collapse into death. The Sith troops began to retreat, knowing that without the Force they were no match for the hero of the Republic. “What,” Ussej asked as they slipped into another hallway, “too much for you?” Ussej smiled as he hacked into a data console on the wall, thrusting the computer spikes into the ports on the side of the device. A map of the ship came to life in a hologram in front of him. Luckily for him, it also showed him the location of everyone on the ship. Half a dozen small red dots were leaving the bridge, leaving only one behind. If he could get to the commanding Sith of the Sith flagship then perhaps he could turn the tide of the battle. ------------------------ Since arriving on Coruscant, Damien had spent many hours meditating upon the words of the Jedi Code and also the words of the Jedi she served with and around. They had made him question the reasons for which they declared war upon the Sith, as so many lives had been claimed in the terrible conflict, including the lives of many of their own. The war had now come to the home of the Jedi, opening the possibility of leaving them scattered and split on what should and should not be done. They could not abandon the Republic. They would not abandon the Republic. Disguised as one of the many other citizens being pushed through the streets by the Sith Army, he had been biding his time. Word had spread about a high-ranking Jedi roaming throughout the night like a ghost. Yet, when witnesses ran to the nearest officer, there was no trace. Such tails had sprung up all over Republic held worlds during battles, as not all Jedi go quietly into the night and vanish without a fight. Darth Ravinos approached his officers and looked in Damien’s directions, though the Jedi Grandmaster hid his presence enough so that his former friend would not know where he was. Ravinos looked around, something in the Force telling him that he needed to remain at his current position. For an instant, he felt Damien’s presence. No Jedi had been a greater thorn in his side than him and he would do anything to see to it that he knew that and experienced a pain enough to equal it. He knew, though, that he had not yet seen him, as his face was shrouded in the shadows. Stepping away from the line of people, he moved out of the crowd of people, drawing shouts and protests from the Sith officers. Ravinos watched and wondered as the shadow stepped away before making his way after it. Dozens of people stood between them, though he knew that the figure, if it was Damien, had undoubtedly sense his approach. If he did, then he was bold for not quickening his pace, as he must have known that there would be a grave threat to his life. However, Ravinos did not dwell on what could happen. He simply followed her, slowly but surely. -------------------------- Jedi Master Remer Ather waited at the gathering of Jedi in front of the Galactic Senate, waiting for the remainder of his troops to show up. His comrades were swarming in, all wearing their robes. Not even five minutes later, all were gathered. He knew that with so many men, he would not be heard by speaking normally, so he used the Force to amplify the power of his voice. “Men,” Remer shouted, “we are at war. The Sith are half a kilometer away. It is up to use to defend the Senate, thereby defending Coruscant. We will wait for them to attack us.” Slowly, the Sith army came from the sides of the buildings. Remer used the Force to see further than he would normally be able to, what he saw not pleasing him at all. Hundreds, if not thousands of troops were approaching his position, all wielding blasters and lightsabers. It truly would be a defense for the history books. “Masters of Soresu to the front of the ranks,” he shouted. “Defend yourselves first, then any stray shots!” Remer broke out of his trance, knowing that the plan was ready to be executed. However, the Sith had stopped, unwilling to move any further. It was obvious that they were being told to allow the Jedi to strike first, and normally Remer would not have allowed that, but due to the sensitivity of the battle he knew that he had no other choice. It was time to charge. His eyes opened, and once he began moving, the other Jedi did the same. “My brothers,” he shouted, “I give you the order to charge. These Sith have destroyed and conquered, wreaking havoc across the galaxy. They are keepers of the chaos, whilst we are the keepers of the peace. Let us do what we are here to do. Let us defend the galaxy’s peace!” With those words, they began their charge towards their enemy. Remer made his way to the front so he could see just what was taking place. As they clashed, the site was gruesome. Limbs flew throughout the area and men, both Sith and Jedi alike, kept falling to the ground. Remer could not help but feel guilty, as the charge was his doing and his order, despite his training that told him it should not be done. ------------------------ The large, intimidating steps towards the doorway of the Jedi Academy stood directly before them. Slowly but surely, they paced their way up, carefully studying their surroundings, just to be sure that there were no Sith or Jedi in hiding that could stop them. The place seemed empty enough, but that did not mean much to either of them. “This is where the fun begins,” Mathias quipped as they stepped through the doors. As slowly as they could, they made their way through the academy halls. Laili could not help but be enthralled by the paintings and mosaics that adorned the wall, many of them far older than the structure itself. Turning a corner, a large chamber caught their attention. In the center was a small orb hovering above a platform of light. The sight was more magnificent than anything Laili had ever seen. A small holocron floated in the center of the orb, slowly spinning like a planet spin’s on its axis. Laili began to run towards it, but Mathias’ hand stopped her. “Wait,” he shouted. “There’s no way it could be that easy.” The idea of a trap sprang into his mind. Mathias removed his blasters from his belt, firmly grasping them from his hands. Laili quickly followed suit. As they finally made it to the orb, Mathias reached his hound out and grabbed the holocron. The orb’s light flickered away before the platform slid down into the floor. “I guess you were wrong,” Laili said. No sooner had she finished her sentence did they hear a large, ominous snapping sound coming from the corner’s of what appeared to be a Jedi Council chamber. They sharply turned to see a group of machine gun turrets rotating around, targeting them both. “Or not.” ------------------------ Damien could not help but smirk as he reached out through the Force, feeling his enemy’s presence. He had hoped to face one high ranking Sith such as Darth Brenos or Darth Invidius, but he had never expected to lure Darth Ravinos out. His pace did not increase as he continued to play the part of a normal citizen. There were too many innocents in the street to start anything. He would put the lives of bystanders at risk, nor risk Ravinos to do the same. Like a mouse to a cat, he led the Sith Lord around to where the crowds were fewer and the living conditions were poorer. Every big city had them, the slums where petty thieves and social outcasts were discarded from the view of those aristocrats who could not bear to look upon them. Turning the corner, he seemingly disappeared in the darkness as he turned the corner. Even his Force signature seemed to have grown faint. Ravinos looked around, not seeing his enemy. He could still feel him within the Force, though he could not pinpoint his location. Hoping to gain an advantage in the situation, he leaped onto a nearby balcony and quietly crouched down so that only his eyes and the top of his head would be visible to anyone who had any reason to look so high. Surveying the area, it would not be long until he found Damien and lured him into a safe location for his proper reception. “I warned you we would meet again, Ravinos,” Ravinos heard Damien say within his mind. “The blood of many is upon your hands, for which justice calls.” To the left of him, he heard something crash in a nearby warehouse. A hooded figure moved past a window. It was then that Damien let the Force carry his signature to him, luring the Dark Apprentice inside. The game had begun. The ultimate test to learn who was the hunter and who was the prey was about to begin. Ravinos heard the words, resisting the urge to laugh at them out loud. But, that would give away his position to those who may have been nearby. As a large noise caught his attention, he looked to the left and slowly leaped to the streets below. He stepped into the dark warehouse, crates and other large items filling the area. He reached into the Force, letting it carry his thoughts into Damien’s mind. “Speak to me not of justice and the blood upon my hands, Nightblade,” Ravinos thought. “While my hands are stained with the blood of thousands, yours are stained with the blood of millions. The death of every last Jedi in this universe would not even begin to account for the lives lost under the so-called protection of the Jedi Order. It is I who will bring justice, Master Nightblade. Be ready for it.” Drawing the powers of the Force into him like a waterfall flowing freely into a deep pool of azure water, Ravinos suddenly unleashed its power and launched himself high into the sky, landing on the rafters above. Seeing Damien towards the opposite end of the building, he called upon the Dark Side once again and the world around him seemed to slow at an unimaginable rate. Yet, it was not the world growing slower. It was him growing faster, and like a bolt of lightning he ran forth and within less than a second, he found himself standing just above the Jedi Master. Removing his cloak from his scared face, he stepped off of the rafter and landed upon the ground behind Damien. It was a day that he had been waiting for and he would do whatever it took to see that justice would be done. -------------------- From the highest floor of a nearby building, Remer saw a sight that horrified him and send waves of guilt throughout his mind. Dozens of missiles began to rain down from the side all over their position, destroying the lives of all of the Jedi and Sith in the area alike. The Galactic Senate remained defenseless, leaving Remer only to watch as his friends and colleagues perished in the fires. “Master Ather,” a Jedi Knight named Antrell called from behind him. “Dozens of Sith tanks and fighters are moving in on our location. Shall we attack?” “No,” Remer said, “we do not have enough men or weapons. The battle has been lost. Give the order to retreat.” “Aye, sir,” Antrell said, though he could not help but be stunned. As he walked away, Remer looked out in the distance towards the Jedi Temple, his castle, his home. It would quite possibly be the last time he would ever see the majestic pyramid, so he had to take in its view one last time before he ran off towards the rendezvous coordinates. ------------------------ “It appears that some things are inevitable,” Ravinos said. “We meet again, at last. You do prefer it this way, of course; warrior to warrior without any outside interference.” Stepping back, Ravinos moved to a further distance and threw his cloak the ground. He rested his palm upon the hilt of his trusted blade, though he did not remove from his built just yet. If the time were to come, he would use it, but he would not be the instigator of a fight this time. Reaching out through the Force, Damien did not flinch as he began flaunting his dark power before him. Damien was far from being impressed. Where Ravinos wanted to make a big show, he was there for one thing and one thing alone: the fall of the Sith. “Does slinging our failures in my face bring you a sense of pride an honor,” Damien asked. “Are you not the leader of the Jedi Council,” Ravinos asked him. “We did what we could throughout history,” Damien told him, “but even our hands are tied in what we can do sometimes. Your hand was tied directly to countless innocent lives on Pho Ph’eah. How can you sleep at night after that? Even now, you place the lives of an entire universe at great risk just for your damned ego. You may have doomed us all and for what?” “Do you not see the corruption in your Jedi Order,” Ravinos asked. “Do you not see that even the people are beginning to question your wisdom? They are seeing us as their savior, Damien. Bringing a war to us will be the last mistake you will ever make.” The crimson blade came to life. He spun the hilt in his hand as he came running straight towards the Jedi Master, his blade coming in right next to his raise hand as if he were about to clash their blades together and throw him off balance. But, at the last send, Ravinos slashed down with both hands and side-stepped to the left, the sword going diagonal and slipping into his grip as he slashed horizontally across his chest from right to left. Focusing upon each move that the Sith Lord made, Damien concentrated on the Force swirling about and through him. Keeping a somewhat tight grip on the hilt of his now active green blade, he prepared for the fake and bent backwards, forcing himself to go into a freefall. The left hand moved behind his back, catching him just before he hit the floor as his legs helped hold his weight up. Yet, he did not come out unscathed. The outer robe of his garments was ripped by the crimson energy and a small part of his hair floated down to the ground. “Instigating a fight with the Jedi will be the last of yours,” he called back at him as he let himself fall to the floor and kick out with her right foot into his left leg. He wanted the Sith Lord down on the ground and begging for mercy before the fight was over. As Ravinos hit the ground, he unleashed a whirlwind of dark energy towards the fallen Jedi Master. His attack pressed on, surely weakening him and blinding him just as he had intended. However, he too was feeling the effects of using such a powerful attack and felt that he had done what needed to be done. He lowered his hands, the white beam subsiding. However, he was not done quite yet. As Damien lowered his guard, a new wave of lightning shattered his frame, sending him flying back into the rafters behind them. He tried to move, but could not. As he looked up, he saw nothing but the figure of the great Sith Lord standing before him, looming over him like a fiery demon who had just emerged from the depths of the underworld of the ancient Gods of the numerous species of the Republic. “You will be stopped someday,” Damien said, preparing himself for death. Ravinos smirked, Damien’s words ringing true. Ravinos brought his blade above his head, his eyes bleached with madness. What he was doing worried even him, but what he was doing was necessary. He had wanted for so long to destroy Jedi Grandmaster Damien Nightblade and he was about to get his first and perhaps final chance. “You, however, will not be here to see it,” Ravinos told him. His thunderous blade came crashing down towards the flesh of the Jedi Master, but as it reached his neck the Dark Apprentice’s comlink went off. Ravinos scowled at the interruption, but he turned to answer the call. “This had better be important,” Ravinos said. “It is, my lord,” the voice on the other end told him. “We’ve received a report from Corellia that someone has stolen the holocron from your chambers in the old academy. Shall we send in a squadron to intercept.” “No, Lieutenant Kaan,” Ravinos said. “I will deal with this person myself.” “As you wish, my lord,” Kaan replied. “Now, Master Nightblade,” Ravinos said as he turned around. However, he was cut off by the fact that Damien was nowhere to be found. He knew not how the Jedi Master could have escaped, but he had more important matters to attend to. The information contained in the holocron could very well give the Jedi an unwarranted advantage if it fell into their hands, and he knew he had to stop it. “Consider yourself lucky, Jedi,” Ravinos whispered as he turned away, headed back towards his personal vessel. As he made his way towards the Outrider, one truth remained in his mind: he had humiliated Damien Nightblade and, for now, that was good enough for him. ------------------------ As Ussej stepped onto the bridge, the power of darkness overtook him as he saw only one, lone figure standing at the great window overlooking the battle. The figure was Darth Brenos, the man who used to be called Dexon Kyjar, a great Jedi Master and a friend of Ussej. Dexon, known to those close to him as “Dex”, was a native of Haruun Kal. He had been found by a Trandoshan Jedi when he was just a child, forty years before. Then, just five years before the start of the war, he was appointed to the Jedi High Council. During that time, he became closer and closer with fellow Jedi Council Member Lara Jace. They had both grown fond in each other’s hearts and, eventually, they fell in love with one another. Everything seemed perfect to him. With her, he felt complete, as if nothing in the galaxy could tear them apart. He wanted to be with her forever. But then Viea’s words entered into his mind when he and Boreguard Madet made their way to Korriban to assassinate her. “You, my dear Dex,” Adena whispered into his ear all those months ago, “are the one who can have a hand in ending the war you so despise.” It was at that moment that Viea coaxed the Dark Side out of him, naming him Darth Brenos. When Brenos was sent to Yavin IV, he came face to face with Lara who could not believe what he had done. She told him that she was pregnant with his child, which lead to her own fall from grace as Brenos was able to bring out her own darkness, dubbing her Darth Erythia. She did not participate much during the war except to defend her child. It was thanks to Brenos that the war continued on for so long. He killed many great Jedi Knights and Masters, some who he trained himself. After leading his own portion of the Sith army against the forces of the Republic and the Jedi, he found himself over the skies of Coruscant, hoping to defeat his enemies once and for all. “Ussej,” Brenos said, turning to face him. “You’re still alive, my old friend?” “Still,” Ussej shouted, “old friend.” “The Republic has lost,” Brenos told him. “Why come here.” “I had hoped to save you,” Ussej said, “but then I remembered who you were and what you did to us. I’ll take your head instead.” “I don’t think so,” Brenos said, throwing his head back in laughter. You can’t strike me down. Every time you’ve faced a former Jedi in battle, you’ve never struck them down.” “That’s not true,” Ussej shouted. “Isn’t it,” Brenos asked. “Why didn’t you kill Kit Rendar? Or Anakin Lishto? It does not matter, of course. I was simply wondering.” Ussej said nothing, as he could think of nothing to say. Part of him wanted to rip the skull of Darth Brenos out of his skin, though the other part of him knew that his former friend was right. Moments ago, he was sure of what the future of the battle would hold for him and Brenos. Now, he did not know. “Why did you really come,” Brenos asked. “It can’t all be because you want my head.” “If I told you anything else I would be lying,” Ussej said. “I am sorry.” Ussej’s blue blade came to life above his head in the ancient form of Djem So, waiting for the Sith Lord to make his first move. Though Ussej was prepared for battle, he could not help but feel sorry for his old friend. He was caught between his good nature and the devil, not knowing which one he should destroy. However, as the Sith Lord ignited his green, dual-bladed weapon, Ussej found his answer. Brenos stepped forth, swinging his ironically green blades on high before dropping them in salute at his opponent. His madness had not yet stolen his sense of honor. Ussej began moving in for the attack, but he was too slow for the Sith Lord. Brenos summoned the Force from the room, draining it like a spawn out of Hell. He drank its power, filling his every muscle with the strength of ten ordinary men. He stood absolute, his stance mimicking that of his opponent’s. However, that quickly changed as he charged onward towards the Jedi Knight, a faceless smile washing across his face as he approached. Without warning, the Sith Lord dipped low and his forward blade punched outward as he released his true attack: a Force shockwave that curled the ground upward like the skin of a ripe fruit. The intensity of the attack took Ussej by surprise. He thought he had anticipated the Sith Lord’s attack, but he was obviously mistaken. The shockwave collided with his chest, sending him flying backwards through the room only to roughly land on the ground below. He stood up, leaping outwards before landing no more than three meters from the dark one. He swung his blade high, returning the salute given to him by his foe. The former Jedi Knight had honor, something that would normally escape a powerful Sith Lord. Ussej swung his blade up once more, assuming the high guard. Brenos watched as his former friend assumed the high guard, so he switched immediately to the offensive once again as his blade angled awkwardly outward. His blades swung downwards in a blur of green light as he came in, a storm fueled by hatred and desire. Darth Brenos was, as many had said, a monument of hate and death. He slashed from right to left on high, but at the last second he changed his grip and stabbed forth with his right arm. With his left, a great wave of dark lightning poured out of his fingertips. Ussej knew there was little he could do. He used the Force to strike against the air itself and speed up his movements, his arm nicked by the wave of energy as he spun with the intense speed of a fully powered repulsor lift. He moved his, his blade clashing over and over again against his foe’s dual weapon. He jabbed in harder, sending the Sith Lord’s blade outward, thus opening his guard. The Sith Lord quickly spun while holding his blade aloft, enabling him to halt the attack. His smile widened and splashes of sparks burned his twisted eyes. He reached his right foot out, looking for solid ground, and once found he slid like a snake across the metal floor. His blades came free as he released a sonic scream at his foe, all while he swung his blade in a blurring circle above his head. Ussej moved in fast, slicing the end of the dual-bladed weapon off, leaving Brenos with only one side left. Ussej leaped into the air, channeling the Force within him to guide his mind and body. He flipped backwards, his blade behind his head. He clashed with the Sith Lord with the power of a spectacle of fireworks over the trees of Kashyyyk on Life Day, the sparks spreading in all directions. He thrust the green blade back towards the dark one, landing safely on the ground. “Is that all you can give me,” Ussej asked, grinning. “You see yourself as a God amongst me,” Brenos shot back, “but when I look into your eyes, all I see is a frightened child. You disappoint me.” “I sense your fear, Dex,” Ussej said. “That is not my fear you taste upon your tainted lip, my old friend,” Brenos told him. Brenos’ arms flew outward, releasing a vast reservoir of hatred upon the young Jedi Knight. The columns shook and the ground wept as it was torn from its home. The Force push was unlike anything ever felt or seen, ages of hatred and fury funneled into a singular moment of malice. Brenos could feel the beating heart of his foe, beating mere inches from his extended hand. His blade swung unmolested, his commanding presence unstoppable. Victory had raised its head and sung praise as he basked in its glory. Having committed such a grievous error that could have led to his demise, Ussej trembled. The power of the blast sent him to the other side of the room, but he managed to just barely land on his feet. Ignoring whatever pain that attempted to overtake him, he rose from the ground and stood once more in a defense stance. He stalked towards the Sith Lord, stopping just mere meters away to avoid yet another deadly blow. As the Sith Lord stabbed forward, Ussej chuckled. It was exactly what he had wanted Brenos to do. Ussej brought his blade up with one hand to turn the attack slightly, pivoting sideways to further allow the green blade to pass. Still, a line of energy scored across his chest. He bit through the pain, as allowing it to take over him would not only kill his mind, but fuel the Sith Lord. With his free hand, he lashed out and struck the Sith Lord’s face, hoping that a fist would daze his once trusted friend. The fist struck the twisted face of Darth Brenos, sending him down to his back. Ussej rubbed his hand across his chest wound to inspect it before leaping forward, stabbing his blade into the chest of the Sith Lord. Brenos’ eyes widened as he dropped his always-trusted blade to the ground. As Ussej watched the life leave Brenos’ eyes, he could not help but regret what he had done to him. “Dex,” Ussej said, throwing his own blade to the side as he brought the Sith Lord’s face closer to his own. “Dex, I’m so sorry. “Ussej,” Brenos said, grabbing his face to look into his eyes, “be careful if you ever fall in love. “There is a taint that comes with it and, if not controlled, you could turn on your friends and those you care about the most. I bare the scars of when that happened to me. Always remember....” “Dex,” Ussej shouted, his former friend’s eyes closing. “Dex!” Still holding him, Ussej brought him closer, repeating his name again and again. He hugged the lifeless body against his chest, crying softly. It was his own doing, but he could not help but regret his own actions. However, the moment was interrupted as his comlink beeped. “Bac here,” he said. “Ussej,” Damien said, “glad to hear your voice. Report.” “Dex is dead,” Ussej said, lowering his head. “I killed him.” “I see,” Damien said softly. “I can feel your grief, but we have bigger things to worry about. Ravinos escaped after receiving a message about someone breaking into his chambers in the old academy on Corellia.” “Laili,” Ussej said, setting Brenos on the ground as he shot up. “That’s our guess too,” he told him. “She knows you, so we need you to follow Ravinos to Corellia and make sure no harm comes to her. And, Ussej, once you’ve rescued Laili I want you to head for Onderon.” “Why not back to Coruscant,” Ussej asked. “We just gave the retreat order,” Damien told him, Ussej’s face going white and numb. “Viea’s on the HoloNet right now declaring herself Galactic Empress and branding us traitors to freedom and democracy. I’ll speak to you later, but for now you have a job to do.” “Understood,” Ussej said, clicking off his communicator as he ran off of the bridge. ------------------------ The first blasts made their way towards them. Mathias and Laili both jumped out of the way as the blasts deflected off of the wall, lucky for them as it bounced right back into its parent turret with enough force to destroy it. Another turned towards them, forcing them to move out of the way again. As the third one came around, however, they knew that they would have to fight back. Pushing over the stand that the holocron had sat upon, they crouched down behind it and drew their blasters. Shots rang out from all parts of the room, destroying turrets and ricocheting off of walls. The sweat on Laili’s head grew stronger, as she feared that she would never be able to save her brother. However, her thoughts changed as Mathias shot the controls to the doors, slowly allowing them to open. When the door had opened far enough, they quickly stood up and dove out as far as they could to avoid being hit by the bolts of red energy. Laili shot up from the ground and made her way to the nearest computer console, closing the doors once more. As it closed behind her, she could still here the sounds of energy bolts ricocheting off of the walls. They both made their way around the corner once more, running quickly down the steps towards the Nightsider. Laili stood still for a moment, taking in all that had happened. She looked down on the sacred holocron, knowing that what was inside of it could potentially save her brother and, perhaps, end the war earlier than it was expected to. It was entirely possible, though, that the Jedi already knew what was contained inside of it but did not want any other power-seekers to find it, which she knew was a wise move. “Where are you going to go now,” Mathias asked as he started to walk up the ramp of his sleek, silver starship. “To pay respects,” she said as she hid the relic under her cloak. “Thank you.” Mathias said nothing more, simply nodding. He turned and walked back up the ramp and the ship roared to life within moments. Laili smiled, turning towards the rolling hills that overlooked the city of Coronet. She turned once more to watch Mathias fly off into the evening sky before turning back around, looking out at the clear sky as the sun set just below the horizon. -----signature----- Star Wars: Episode I - The Chosen One http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_Episode_I_-_The_Chosen_One Production blog: http://alternativesaga.wordpress.com/
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	Title: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac Section: Chapter Five - A Harsh Reunion Authors: Brandon Rhea Characters: Laili Jeyna Rendar, Kit Corwin Rendar, Ussej Padric Bac Timeframe: 3,931 BBY, during the Great Territorial War and twelve hours after Chapter Four Chapter Five A HARSH REUNION Coronet, the capital of Corellia, many times referred to as the “Jewel of Corellia”. Unlike the temperate, rolling hills, thick forests, lush farmland, golden beaches and large seas that dominated the majority of the planet, the capital was a bustling urban metropolis located on the coast of the southernmost continent. Though technologically advanced, it had some of the most beautiful architecture a traveler could find, though the technologically advanced city still paled in comparison to the whole of Coruscant. Laili walked along a path in the park just outside of the capital city, able to see the rolling hills and temperate lands. As she made her way deeper into the park, she noticed the small graveyard a few meters to her left. She changed directions, heading towards it. Being home, even for a short time, made her want to visit the resting place of her parents and her grandparents once more, knowing full well that it could be the last time she would do so. Overhead, Sith ships began making patrols. It was odd for that time of the day, and Laili knew it. She looked from left to right, making sure she was not being watched, though she knew that even she could not spot every threat that could surround her. Things had certainly changed since the two battles on Centerpoint Station. Even though Ussej had led the battle that saw the retaking of it, many people were still scared and even wary at what would the future had in store for them. As she knelt down beside the graves, she laid two roses down upon each one. One rose was from her, the other was given in the name of her brother. Never had she seen her parents. All she had was the picture in the locket that her grandmother had given her when she was a child. When she would open it, a hologram of them showed the two in each other’s embrace. It brought a smile to her face as the love the two of them had for each other was like nothing she had ever seen. A tear fell down her cheek as the picture changed to that of her grandparents smiling back at her. She had promised them on their deathbeds to seek out her brother and bring him home. “I haven’t forgotten my promise,” she said, brushing the tears away as she slowly got to her feet. “I will find him and bring him home.” ------------------------ Ravinos sat in the pilot’s seat aboard the Outrider, thinking about the report that he had been given about someone entering into his chambers and stealing his holocron. It was a thought that worried him greatly, and he hardly worried about anything. [/i]If they find out about the medallion,[/i] he thought to himself, though he knew better not to complete the thought. The reports he had been given since he left Coruscant indicated that the person, a woman, had asked about entry into the Rendar Family Cemetery and was on her way there. The only conclusion he could come to was that she was a friend of the family, but even if she was she had no business visiting the graves of his family. He was interrupted from his thoughts by his ship’s warning system telling him that he was about to exit hyperspace over his homeworld. So much had happened since the day he had sought out the Dark Lordess and became one of her subjects, all to save his homeworld from destruction. He had destroyed planets, killed countless innocents, but it was Kit Corwin Rendar that had given in to the seductress that day. However, becoming twisted with hatred was almost liberating to him. No longer did he have to follow a code or orders from others, aside from the newly crowned Empress. He obeyed his mistress only because she had spared one of the few things he cherished in the universe. Putting the past behind him, he brought the ship out of hyperspace and into the atmosphere. Within minutes, he landed the ship in the main space port. As he stepped off of the vessel, he made his way to the Port Master, his contact in Corellia, to receive the latest updates. The Port Master, the fat ball that sat at the desk, snored louder than anything the Dark Apprentice had ever heard. He slammed his hand on the desk, startling the contact out of sleep. “Lord Ravinos,” the man said, scrambling to his feet to salute, “I apologize.” “Do not let it happen again,” Ravinos said. “Report.” “The girl is in the cemetery now, my lord,” he said. “We have prepared a speeder for you.” Ravinos nodded in thanks before stepping into the small, battered speeder. He stroked the controls before speeding off into the distance. ------------------------ Laili kissed the tips of her fingers and bent down to touch the graves of her loved ones before turning back towards the city. Her steps were slow and her head remained lowered in solemn respect. It gave her comfort to visit the graves once again. Some were spooked to visit graves of loved ones, but she found their strength soothing. It was, after all, the eve of the deaths of her grandparents. She had returned every year on the same day to pay her respects, helping her keep her focus and reminding her where her life began. As she made her way across the path, a sudden chill slowly made its way down her spine. She turned around, looking back through the cemetery and beyond as the chills grew stronger and colder. She knew that something was not right. She went through possible course of actions within her mind, knowing that it could have been any number of people. Her footsteps quickened as she rushed for the city, but it was too late. Ravinos’ speeder pulled up right in front of her. He could feel the dread surging through her body. However, he senses indicated that there was something very familiar about her. He stepped out of the speeder and turned to face her. As he looked at her face, he was taken aback by their strong resemblance. He did not have any siblings, or so he thought, so he assumed it was a long-lost cousin. “Who are you,” Ravinos asked. Laili had stopped dead in her tracks. The coldness with which his eyes stared and the anger in his voice sent terror through her bones. Her eyes were wide with shock and fear. Her eyes searched his features as she saw the resemblance to her parents, especially her father. She did not expect to meet her brother in such a way, being in too much shock to even speak to him. “I ask you again,” he said, “who are you?” Her blue eyes glittered back at him as sought for him to recognize her. While he was a Jedi, she had heard great stories of his acts of heroism and bravery. Even as a young smuggler, he had made his name known to the galaxy. She finally found her voice, though she was still nervous as to what would happen. “Laili,” she said, “Laili Jeyna Rendar. I was visiting the graves of my family, our family. You obviously do not need to introduce yourself, for I know who you are. You go by another name now but I still know you to be Kit Corwin Rendar, hero of the Galactic Republic.” “That name, that man, no longer exists,” he shouted. “I left that name behind me when I destroyed the surface of Pho Ph’eah. But, how can you be a Rendar? That is impossible, for I am the last of the Rendar Family. There was no other child by my mother and father, yet there is something odd about you. Your aura, your appearance...it speaks to me as if I should know you. Tell me, what was the name of your mother and father?” Hearing her brother speak for the first time gave her the courage to continue onward. She took a step towards him, pulling the locket over her head and opening it. The hologram came to life, as did the faces of their parents and then their grandparents. A look of disbelief crossed over the Sith Lord’s face, one that Laili expected. “Corwin and Jeyna Rendar were my parents,” she said. “They did in a speeder accident when you were just a boy. I was born that day. You’ve got to remember, Kit, think back. Our mother was pregnant with me just before you left. You’re my brother. You have to remember.” Tears filled her face as she kept contact with his eyes. Her hands reached out, trying to take his. Her actions were bold, yet she was not afraid. He had to know the truth, and she had to know if what Ussej said was true. She knew that, deep down, her brother was still inside the monster standing before her. She would not give up. “Sister,” Ravinos asked, taken aback by Laili’s audacity. “I never had a sister. I never remember my mother being pregnant. How do you know so much about my family? Why do you call me Kit? The last person who did that wound up dead. Yet, for some reason, I cannot bring myself to harm you.” “You ran away before Grandmother and Grandfather got the news of my survival,” she said. “If the paramedics hadn’t gotten to the scene so quickly, I would have died along with mother. They kept searching for you after you ran away and I’ve continued that search. I promised our grandparents on their deathbeds that I would find you and bring you back home. You are my brother, a Jedi Master. I don’t know what happened that made you join the Sith, but I know this isn’t you. Search your heart. You know I speak the truth.” “If you think I joined because I was hungry for power then you are so far from the truth,” he told her. “I made a deal with Viea. If I joined her, Corellia would be spared from its impending annihilation. The Jedi Council could not see the trouble brewing ahead so they did nothing to prepare themselves for it. He looked inside her mind and saw how much she cared for him. It was odd. Could she truly be my sister, he thought. It seemed impossible, as his grandparents never told him that his mother was pregnant with a sister, let alone any sibling. Laili blinked her eyes and stepped back after his outburst. Her heart beat wildly against her breast as she shook her head. “Your words prove that there is still good in you,” she told him. “You sacrificed yourself for the good of Corellia; you risked it all to save the innocent. That wasn’t the act of a Sith Lord, it was the act of a Jedi! The Empress has been feeding you lies and manipulating your mind. I don’t blame you. Your heart was broken too. I know about Aletra falling in battle. You gave everyone your best. You loved with all your heart and kept on giving. Don’t turn away from the good man that you are.” “How dare you speak to me of Aletra,” he screamed. “You know nothing of what happened with her. What I am, Laili, is a Sith Lord, the apprentice to the Dark Lordess herself, and one of the most powerful and feared men in the galaxy. I may have done that act as a Jedi, but things have happened since then. I slaughtered thousands of innocent lives on Pho Ph’eah. I skinned my fleet commander in front of my command crew because he did not show my loyalty. I killed countless others in the attack over Coruscant. I have driven the Jedi out of their lofty perch. You have no idea what it feels like to be free like I am, unless...unless you wish to join me.” “I’ll never join you,” she told him. “But, I will never give up on you either, even if it means my own death. Do you hear me? I will never give up on you, Kit Rendar. Grandma and Grandpa were so proud of you. They said it numerous times. They were so, so proud...mother and father would have been too. And you call yourself free? You’re a slave of that...that woman you call Empress Viea. She uses you as a lap dog. Can’t you see past the lies of the Sith? Past the deception?” “My dear, I am not a slave of the Empress. I follow her willingly. The only deception I have ever followed was that of the Jedi. They know nothing of the Force. They limit those of the order from exploring all facets of it. What they fail to realize is that if one is to understand the great mystery, one must study all of its aspects. Not just the dogmatic, narrow view of the Jedi. I have learned more about the Force now than I ever could have as a Jedi. With proper training, you can harness your untapped potential. Join me. Do not follow the Jedi. They know nothing of the true nature of the Force. They will blind you and hinder your ability to learn.” “I said that I will never join you,” she said, becoming angry. “I won’t follow the way of the Dark Side and allow their lies to penetrate my mind. But, you won’t win this. The Republic will be restored, as will the peace on Corellia.” Her heart continued to break as she saw just how far the corruption had penetrated him. It was almost unbearable. She looked over towards his speeder and then back to him. She had to get away. In a sudden and foolish move, she pulled out a concussion grenade and threw it to her side to attempt to distract him. As she made her way for the speeder, Ravinos called upon his powers to knock it towards her. The blast sent her through the air and to the ground. “You’re staying here,” Ravinos said. With a flick of his wrists, Laili suddenly found herself unable to move. She told her brain that she wanted to run, yet her body did not respond to her commands. She was caught in a stasis field created by the Dark Side. What is he going to do with me, she thought to herself. How do I get out of this? I should of listened to Ussej. He was right. He was right all along.... “I do not even need the Force to see that you are petrified right now,” he said. “It’s all over your face. Join me and you will be released. Otherwise, you may be there for quite some time. However, I am not one to take prisoners. You are lucky that I believe you to somehow be related to me. Anyone else would be dead.” The Dark Apprentice began to circle in front of her. He had allowed her head to move about so she could still respond and breathe, though the rest of her could not move. She watched him a she tried to calm her nerves. Her eyes closed as she tried to steady her breathing. Once the blue eyes flashed open again, she waited for him to stand in front of her before answering with conviction. “Do what you must,” she told him, “but I will not join you. Nothing you say or do will make me join you. And you speak to me of what is written across my face? Look at yourself, Kit. You try to hide from your past but deep down inside of you good remains still. If there wasn’t, I would be dead already. Break free of your chains, Kit, I know you can!” From the other side of the cemetery, a lone, shadowy figure made his way towards them. A cloak covered his face as he masked his presence in the Force to the best of his abilities. The lone warrior knew it was dangerous to have followed the Lord of the Sith, but he knew he had to. He stopped, looking around a tree as he saw Laili caught in a stasis. “Show yourself, Jedi,” Ravinos called out from the far side of the cemetery, stopping where he was as he sensed the figures presence. The figure threw back his hood, revealing Ussej Padric Bac to his enemy. Laili was stunned to see that Ussej had come to her rescue and finally felt that she was going to be saved. “Ussej,” Ravinos said, his voice becoming angrier. “And I suppose it was you that allowed this woman access to my chambers? I suppose it was you who told her about the holocron?” “Chambers,” Ussej asked as he approached. “Holocron? I didn’t even know that it was still on the planet. I assumed you had it and were still continuing your search.” “I see,” Ravinos said, sensing that Ussej was telling the truth. “Well, as wonderful as it is that you decided to join us, this party’s over.” Ravinos threw his hands forward, attempting to pull Ussej towards him to place him in a stasis. However, the Jedi Knight resisted, making it more difficult than the Lord of the Sith had imagined. Laili turned her head to see the struggle, knowing she had to break free. Fearing for Ussej’s life, she concentrated with all of her might on trying to break free. Unknowingly, she used the Force in her effort. Laili managed to break free, running towards Ussej to block the Sith Lord’s attack. She knew the risk of getting hit by another stasis was great, but she could not lose Ussej, especially now that she knew he was somewhat correct. Ravinos was shocked to see his sister break free of his stasis, but even more shocked as to how powerful in the Force she was. He called off his attack, not wanting to hit her again as Ussej brought her into his arms. “I can’t believe you,” she said. “You’re so twisted by the lies of the Empress that you no longer know right from wrong.” “I hate to run out on you like this, old buddy,” Ussej said, “but we have a ride to catch.” Ussej pulled Laili behind him and called upon the power of the Force, extended his hand and sent the surprised Sith Lord flying through the headstones behind him. He grabbed Laili by the hand as they ran towards the Sith Lord’s speeder, not even looking back to see if Ravinos was following. As they jumped into the vehicle, the speeder roared to life and blasted into the distance. Ravinos watched them run as they sped away, a large and bloodied gash on his forehead. “Run, Jedi,” he said, “run. You’re only prolonging the inevitable.” ------------------------ For almost half of a standard hour, Laili said nothing. At first, she kept looking back to see if they were being followed. Slowly, though, she turned back around and kept silent. Her eyes were downcast as the reality of what had happened hit her hard. Her brother truly was a changed man, though she still believed he could be saved. Her eyes rose once again to look at Ussej, only to see him focusing on their escape. However, as she looked back to the floor, she could tell that he was not pleased. Ussej sped the vehicle up to the entrance of his ship, stopping where they would not be seen. He sat there for a moment, trying to figure out what he would say. He looked at her for a moment, letting her know just how disappointed he was. She could tell by the look in his eyes that things were not going to go well between them. “Alright,” she said, “I admit it. You were right, but I’m not going to give up on him. You saw it for yourself. If he was truly gone, we would be dead. There is still good in him.” “He would have killed us both if you hadn’t made that move out there,” he said. “I realized that he told you he wouldn’t, but you must understand that lies and deceit are the ways of the Sith. And, do you mean to tell me that you have his personal holocron?” “Yes,” she said, pulling it out from her cloak. She was taken aback as he snapped it from her hands, running his own hands over it to inspect it. “What’s so important about it?” “This holocron contains information about a medallion,” Ussej told her. “It’s supposedly hidden somewhere on Korriban. It was one of the reasons he turned to the Dark Side, aside from Corellia.” “What does he care about a medallion,” she asked. “Everything,” Ussej said. “It supposedly dates back to a time before the formation of the Jedi Order, belonging to one of the founders. It’s supposed to contain all the knowledge of the universe, and he’s going to keep searching for it. That medallion is the last thing that stands in his way from becoming invincible, and you’ve just fueled the fire.” “I don’t care about an ancient trinket,” she said. “I care about my brother, and you’re going to help me get him back. He will come back. His mind has simply been warped by the lies of Viea. He joined the Sith to save Corellia, not for some stupid medallion. A man who is too far gone would never have saved an entire world.” “He saved Corellia because he was afraid to lose it, Laili,” Ussej said. “The fear of loss is a path to the Dark Side. Remember that after saving Corellia he destroyed an entire world and his crew that had sworn their loyalty to him. Is that the act of a good man? Kit Rendar was a good Jedi, yes, but the Jedi inside of Darth Ravinos is next to non-existent. If he is to be pulled from the Empress, she will simply pull him right back. Hell, he may even crawl back because all who gain power are afraid to lose it. Right now, he almost has all the power in the universe. Sad to say, he is just as powerful, if not more powerful, than the most powerful of the Jedi Order. Only, his views have been twisted by the Dark Side. The man who was your brother is gone, consumed by Darth Ravinos. That consumption has lead to his unlimited power. Your brother is dead, Laili, accept it.” “No,” she screamed, slapping him across the face. “He is still inside of the shell called Ravinos! I can’t...no...I won’t believe he’s gone. I won’t give up on him. He’s my brother. I promised my family that I would bring him back home. I promised them, Ussej! Even if it kills me, I will do it. If you won’t help me, then I’ll just have to find someone who will!” “You still have much to learn,” he said, thinking for a moment before deciding upon something that neither he nor she ever expected him to say. “I’ve never seen a non-Jedi break out of a stasis before. You did that out of compassion, something every Jedi comes to know and trust. What I am trying to say is...a promise is something that a Jedi knows to honor until said promise has been fulfilled. I will help you free Kit Rendar, for you will not be able to do it yourself. Laili, the Force is strong with you, as it is with your brother. I’m offering you a chance to make yourself more than just a normal human being. If you come with me, I can show you things that no regular man could ever show you. I can walk you down the path of the Way. Come with me and I can train you to fight another day.” “What you saw back there was fear and an instinctive survival tactic,” she told him coldly. “It was sheer luck that I was able to pull out of whatever sorcery he used on me. I’m a smuggler. Comparing you and I together...it’s like apples and oranges. I can’t do what you do. I got lucky. That promise was made out of love for my parent’s memory and my grandparent’s last wishes. Anyone that respects their family would have done the same.” He stopped for a moment, realizing that his offer did not go over as he expected it to. His thoughts swirled, trying to grasp at the realization that she may not go willingly. But, he was still confused as to why someone so strong in the Force would have rejected the chance of a lifetime. “I never knew my family,” he told her. “I wouldn’t know what you’re going through. If you want to help your family, then come with me. It is the only way to save your brother. I want to help you and I’m sorry if I have upset you in any way. But, becoming a Jedi is the only way that you could possibly save him. The power of love can have a strong influence on even the most corrupted minds, if used correctly. I can teach you things about love that no one else could even dream of learning. I find myself loving you more and more every time I see you. I don’t know if it’s the chase that keeps me going or the fact that I don’t want to see you hurt. Hell, maybe it’s both. You may have gotten lucky today, but luck runs out eventually...for everybody. Please, for the safety of you and your family, accept my apology and come with me.” She looked deep into his dark blues eyes, the eyes that she had also come to care for, as if she was searching them to see if he truly did care for her. It was one of the few times in her life that she found herself truly speechless. She thought about his words for a few moments before nodding her head. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll come with you.” She felt the anger leaving her soul, but the hurt still remained. Deep down, she knew he was right. She could not face Ravinos alone again. As she finally smiled, Ussej smiled back. He stepped out, ready to escort her into the ship that would bring them to Onderon where he would speak to the Jedi Council about Laili’s training. “Well then,” Ussej said, “welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.” -----signature----- Star Wars: Episode I - The Chosen One http://swfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_Episode_I_-_The_Chosen_One Production blog: http://alternativesaga.wordpress.com/
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/11/07 5:43am Subject: RE: Shadows of the Jedi: The Legend of Ussej Padric Bac (All OCs) - UPDATED June 9, 2007
	Loved the confrontation between brother and sister! “Alright,” she said. “I’ll come with you.” She felt the anger leaving her soul, but the hurt still remained. Deep down, she knew he was right. She could not face Ravinos alone again. As she finally smiled, Ussej smiled back. He stepped out, ready to escort her into the ship that would bring them to Onderon where he would speak to the Jedi Council about Laili’s training. “Well then,” Ussej said, “welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.” But I wonder how long that might be? And what it will hold? -----signature----- Team Eric: Because undead never looked so good. Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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