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I have been working on this story for ages, mostly in my head, now I have something to post. If you like it be patient there will be more soon.
Birth of a Republic : Episode 1 The gathering
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
The Galaxy is on the brink of war! Advancements in hyperspace have brought trade to the inner planets via the Corellian trade spine. Attempts to open further trade routes have brought danger to the trade vessels in the outer rim. A species known as the Hutt who have been slaving the outer rim planets, are poised to move against the Corellian run and Perlemian trade routes. In a move to prevent all out war the Corellian Council has sent two representatives from the Order of Knights to mediate with the Hutts.
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The planet that orbited its star seemed almost lifeless when viewed in the daytime, brown like a swamp devoid of lush green vegetation that was so prominent on planets like Kashyyyk home to the Wookies. At night the planet would shine with lights of sentient beings, occasionally a large container ship would leave or enter the planets atmosphere venting gases as it reached the cold vacuum of space, other than that no other space ship came or went. Until today that is.
This new ship moved more gracefully than the steam venting container ships, its sleek design a testament to the skill of its engineer’s ability. The Dreadnought class ship was over half a kilometre long and nearly a hundred meter’s wide. The hyperspace and sub light engines took up a third of its length, huge circular ports that seemed to spit forth its fiery fumes. In the center of the ship was the cargo bay area that was housing two shuttles, thirty Class III fighter vessels and a battered looking YT 100 freighter. The forward section was taken up by the crew’s quarter’s and ship’s weapon system’s, which hidden in compartments all over, with a touch of a button could be opened at will tracking and bringing to bare on an enemy in mere second’s. On top of the forward section sat a triangular structure that was home to the bridge of the Corellian Falcon.
Captain Fallon Solo was staring at the dayside view of the planet with obvious disgust at the brown landscape below the falcon. Solo had started his career as a fighter pilot escorting trade ships along the trade spine. His skill in the cockpit was only bettered by his skill at leadership which had got him noticed by his superiors who fast tracked his career knowing that a future leader of the Corellian system’s forces was sitting in the palm of their hands.
“Inform Master Alvecote that we have arrived at Nal Hutta, prepare one of the shuttles for departure and look sharp people we have a potentially tense situation on our hands” he said still staring at the Hutt home world. Behind him men and women sprang into action all of them knowing their individual job’s aboard the Falcon. Turning around he summoned his second in command Commander Cyol Horn, who strode over to Solo with
Obvious dedication to his captain.
“Cyol you have the bridge be prepared for action at all times, we might have to leave in a hurry”
“Yes Sir” he replied to his order’s, adding as an after thought “your not worried are you Captain?”.
“Worried no just got a bad feeling about this one”.
“ I know what you mean, you don’t have to be a knight to see what’s going to happen. War it’s inevitable in the end Sir.”
Solo looked his friend in the eye reading the expression that radiated from him one of eagerness he noticed. “Don’t be so hasty to give the Hutts a round from the broadside Mr Horn we have to have faith in Master’s Alvecote and Halcyon’s negotiations”.
With that Solo strode from the bridge slapping his men and women on the back wishing them luck. As he reached the turbolift he turned around and looked back at everyone, faces he had known for over five standard Corellian years.
“May the force be with you all” said Solo.
“And you” replied Horn.
The palace of Babush the Hutt was as to be expected of a Hutt, large rooms and corridors all damp with little light, a thick layer of slime ran down the middle of the floors trapping insects and small rodents unlucky enough to have travelled through the sticky residue left by a mollusc of considerable size and stature. The smell that drifted through the passage ways was the usual stench of death and decay as corpses of executed slaves and prisoners were sometimes hung on the walls to amuse the Hutts and put terror into the hearts of the unfortunate beings employed or as was in many cases a lifetime of slavery.
Babush lay slumped against the wall of his throne chair, a moving platform powered by repulsar lift technology, while a cocktail of spice and alcoholic beverage encased in a barrel rolled back and forth under the pressure of movement caused by the Hutts lethargic breathing. Half eaten amphibious creatures lay scattered around him while others still alive splashed around inside a water filled circular glass bowl, awaiting their fate. Several slaves stood silently awaiting their master’s summons.
“Have the Corellians launched a shuttle to the surface yet” Babush asked a nearby Rodian in his native Hutt tongue.
“No exalted master “replied the Rodian in the same language.
“If they do let them land and bring them before me, they might make good sport for my Rancor or pretty decorations to hang on my walls” ordered Babush breaking into a deep laugh that echoed around the throne room until he lapsed into a fit of coughing that culminated in him spitting out a large amount of green slime that hit a Tadorian full in the face who hovered nearby.
In the hanger bay engineers were making the final preparations on a shuttle for its flight to the planet below, a squad of soldiers waited nearby to embark, nervously checking their laser rifles. A turbolift came to a stop, the doors opened and out strode Solo immediately making his way to the shuttle.
“Are the Knights here yet” he asked a nearby technician.
“On their way sir” he replied, at that moment another set of turbolifts came to a stop and two males stepped out, both were wearing the uniform of the Order of Knights, sand coloured tunics and beige trousers with knee length brown boots, a combination of clothing that had proved durable in combat, clipped to the waist of both was a cylindrical object roughly two hands long.
“If you step this way Masters we are prepped to go, ten troopers will be enough I should think” stated Solo to them both.
“Troopers we shall not need Captain Solo, myself and Master Halcyon shall travel alone to the surface, then we will not unnecessarily anger the Hutts” replied Master Alvecote.
“If you will not take anyone with you then I insist you take a portable comlink along, just in case things don’t go to plan Master Alvecote”.
“Have faith in the Force Captain, a comlink I already have and will be in touch if the need arises. After you my friend” he said gesturing with his arm to Halcyon at the boarding ramp of the waiting shuttle.
Both men headed up the boarding ramp and entered the cockpit seating themselves in the pilot and co-pilot seats.
Master Teenor Halcyon started the pre flight checks and when satisfied started the engines moving the craft towards the hanger bay doors. A flashing red light above the doors signalled that the doors were about to open before turning green and opening to the vacuum of space, outside a siren warned all personnel not to approach the point where the shields would momentarily diffuse allowing the shuttle to slip through and exit safely. Before the shield technology had been developed any craft would have to wait in line to enter an area of double doors so that precious air could not be lost into space. Now a whole battle squadron could be deployed in minutes where before it would have taken ten times as long.
The craft slipped through the shield and turned towards the planet, the sub light engines coming to life the craft shot forward.
“You said to have faith in the Force Joss, but I sense were walking into a trap” said Halcyon looking at his friend.
“I agree Teenor, as hopeless as our mission is we must do what we can to avoid a confrontation with the Hutts and bring a peaceful end to the negotiations” replied Alvecote as he stroked his beard with his hand.
Master Joss Alvecote had joined the Knights as a youngster having been tested at school by a blood sample as was the normal practice of Human schools in the Corellian system. His parents had been more than willing to let their son enter the Knights Academy, knowing that the possibility of not seeing their son again was worth the knowledge that Joss would be well looked after at the Academy serving the Force in keeping the peace that had for countless generations advanced the Human race to the point of colonising the Galaxy.
Joss spent the first ten years of his life at the Academy immersing himself in the training becoming efficient in telekinetic and telekinesis, meditating and learning the various fighting styles of the Knights. When he reached his sixteenth year he built his first lightsaber, an arduous task spent in meditation until all the parts were moulded together under the guidance of the Force. The first time he ignited the blade was a momentous occasion for him holding the blade aloft he marvelled at the sight of the green colour emanating from the hilt. Like all students every piece of the weapon he had scavenged from scrap yards except for the crystals and power source, the latter provided by the Academy, the fore mentioned a gift from his parents. The Emerald stone that gave the blade its colour had come from his fathers mines on Duro. In his twenty fifth year Joss had been elevated to the rank of Knight where he remained until close to forty when he was granted the rank of Master. At sixty years of age he was one of the oldest active service Knights most others retired to the academy when they reached fifty five, but Joss had proven himself a formidable foe at his age and refused to sit while others were moving around the Galaxy. When the mission to mediate with the Hutts was being discussed Joss had volunteered himself along with his much younger companion Halcyon to lead the mission. Teenor Halcyon at thirty years old was the youngest Master in the history of the knights and had formed a bond with his older friend not long after being granted his knights status at the young age of Twenty, together they were sent on tasks where needed. Teenor was very accomplished in telekinesis, a gift that ran through his family for generation’s right back to the first Halcyon of the Dark Ages who had created the knights, long before space travel was thought of, when swords were made of folded steel, metallic armour was worn and men travelled on four legged animals. While the Halcyons were gifted in telekinesis, the act of moving objects was virtually non existent only in times of great anxiety could a Halcyon draw on the force to move an object and then only something as large as a thumb sized pebble.
The shuttle entered the atmosphere and headed for the large city that was surrounded by swamp coming to land on a platform near the centre, where a young Hutt waited with a squad of armed Rodians.
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bumping up......
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Good start. It will be interesting to see where you take this. 
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thanks undercoverjedi more to come tomorrow, a little green frog and a hairy ape make an appearance.......
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Ch 2
In the beginning an event occurred having started with two opposing particles no bigger than the size of a Neimoidian ant, who have to be viewed through a microscope, preferably one that can see something as small as an atom. Positive and Negative collided in an explosion creating million’s of Galaxy’s and billion’s of Star’s ever expanding, the remnants, that could still be seen at the edge of the Universe if you had a big enough telescope. In one of these Galaxy’s was a Star roughly halfway through it’s lifespan with orbiting planets, asteroids and the usual small rock’s and boulders left over from its birth. One rock in particular was making its solitary way towards a planet in the solar system. When it started its journey into the planets atmosphere it was about the size of a fully grown Toydarian male, both wings extended, as it burnt its way through the outer layers it reduced considerably in size to roughly the same as the Toydarians head. Nearing the end of its journey it narrowly missed a 500 ft tree that had been growing over a thousand years and headed for the swamp parting the dense fog that hung suspended over the water. A meter from the water it stopped as if an invisible barrier prevented it from proceeding any further. The hot rock spitted as the fine mist settled on its surface and slowly moved towards the water, as it touched, the water around boiled and hissed, steam rising into the air. Once submerged it stopped moving down and moved horizontally towards the bank of dry ground in the distance, when it neared the edge it broke the surface cooled from the water and floated through the air towards a small childlike figure that was sitting on a root of a large tree. Dressed in light clothing underneath a hooded cloak his hand outstretched Samoda used the Force that surrounded him and halted the rock just above his hand. Holding the rock steady through his kinetic connection with the Force, Samoda reached up to the rock and grasped it with both hands, at the same time he released his kinetic hold and took the full weight in his hands. As wise as Samoda was, he had forgotten that he was not as tall as a male Wookie or as strong, and the sheer weight of the heavy metalled rock slipped through his fingers and landed on his foot.
“Aaarghhhhooooooowww” said Samoda as he jumped backwards, falling over the root he had been sitting on and landing in a heap on the jungle floor. He grasped his foot in his hands and called on the Force to heal and relieve the pain, at the same time he calmed himself to release the anger that had welled up inside him. As he lay on the floor the sound of soft footsteps approaching from the temple direction roused him from his pain, and he sat up to see who was there.
“I see you Master Samoda” said an average sized male Wookie, in his language of gentle cooing and growls.
“I see you too Yorappa, your footsteps will wake all who sleep, deafening those that cannot” Samoda replied in his usual greeting of the Basic language he had learned as a child.
“Your screaming has already accomplished that....are you having problems with a rock Master”? He said leaning over the root to peer at Samoda who was holding his cloak in front of himself brushing leaves off its surface.
“When my age you reach, hope you do not forget how heavy rocks can be, come discuss we must new beginnings are upon us”. Together they walked back to the temple clearing where the other Padawen learners, who had made their way to the remote planet, waited for Samoda to arrive.
Samoda and Yorappa made an odd couple as they made there way back, one tall, the other barely reaching the Wookies knee. Yorappa was wearing a hooded cloak like Samoda’s, only five times larger, on his back was strapped the Bowcaster he had cobbled together from various blaster rifles he had acquired on his long journey to Dagobah, home to Samoda for six hundred years. As a child Yorappa had heard tales told by elder Wookies of a race of hermits that wielded great powers, who were able to control any object with their minds. Such powers were rare in Wookies’ but in Yorappa’s kin the Force had always flowed strong. When he felt the force for a first time he had a vision of his self much older fighting in a war wielding a sword of light which was deflecting a barrage of laser fire cutting through metal with ease. Stood next to him while this was all going on was a short, green alien with pointed ears also holding a lighted sword together with other warriors and soldiers they had defeated the enemy. From that moment he had made it his quest to find the little alien and through his growing knowledge of the force he had found Samoda on Dagobah. The Force had led him to Samoda that much Yorappa was sure of and had made a life oath to him when he had crawled out of the swamp after crashing into the water as all the instruments had gone haywire giving no control over the craft. For thirty years he had studied under Samoda learning the Jedi arts as Samoda called them, knowledge that had survived through the ages, being passed down from Master to Padawen.
In the clearing next to the temple waited seven other Padawens all wearing hooded cloaks, none of them armed like Yorappa, two were blue skinned female Twileks and the rest were male Mon Calamari who had all made the long journey following the call of the Force.
As Master Samoda walked past they all bowed and filed in behind Yorappa and entered the temple taking their places in a circle around a fire that had been lit for the meditation. The Temple of Jedi arts had been constructed
when Samoda had first arrived, made from wood and clad with mud from the swamp the circular building was just large enough for a Wookie to stand upright in, a hole had been left in the roof at the centre to allow smoke from the fire to escape.
“Called you I have, a vision have I seen dark times are ahead of us. New beginnings on a world close to the core, leave this planet we must to investigate this danger.” Said Samoda, he looked at his Padawen learners who had journeyed long to find him and learn the ways that he had on his home world many years before. Samoda had been studying one hundred years when the first Outlanders had arrived, teaching him Basic, the language of the traders in the galaxy, following the will of the force Samoda had hitched a ride leaving behind his old and frail Master to pass on the knowledge of the Jedi arts. The force had led him to Dagobah as he hitched his way across the Galaxy and by the time he set down on the planet and surveyed his surroundings he was nearing his one hundred and twentieth year, having spent nearly a decade making his way to Dagobah. His first reaction when his ride had disappeared in to the low fog that seemed to permanently hang in the air, was despair at the thought of living in what most species would call a ‘hell hole’. His second was to meditate and afterwards having calmed down he made a fire to cook on and planned his future.
Here now was the future stood in a circle around him, all strong in the force who were well trained in the Jedi arts, each able to levitate an object many times their size and if need be hurl the object away. Samoda was a master of stick and sword fighting and at seven hundred and thirty years old was still able to jump, spin and leap around his opponents as if his body was set on fast forward. Only Yorappa had ever come close to besting Samoda in a duel using his height and strength against his small adversary he had been able to hold off the little Master until Samoda had tricked him with a feint and dropped a small rock on Yorappa’s head which had been hovering in the same place for most of the duel waiting for its intended victim to step in the right place. When Yorappa woke to the smiling face of his Master he complained at first until the knowing nod of Samoda had pointed out that he should have at least felt the disturbance in the Force, but had failed to sense the rock, learning another lesson in the Force.
“Your ship, still fly can it”? He asked, directing his question to Nak Daraa one of the Mon Cal.
“It is possible Master, but we have not started the engines for over ten years now, the power cells might not be active after all this time” replied Nak.
“I have spare power cells in my ship, but it is at the bottom of the swamp Master” growled Yorappa clearly certain that it would remain there.
“Trust in the force you must, your ship easy to bring to the surface it will be. What of Humans do you all know”?
“They gave us all the Hyperspace technology” answered Nak, “before Hyperspace we spent a long time travelling between the stars, my ship spent a year travelling here if it had been able to travel through Hyperspace it would have only taken me a week”.
“Humans can not be trusted, they crave power always on the move since they discovered Hyperspace technology, they have colonised many planets” said Sina Loa one of the Twileks.
“Hmph, like not Humans you may but trust in them you must. In the Force I have seen these Humans instrumental in our future they are, find them we must if to survive this danger”. Samoda looked up to the hole in the temple roof. “Yes find them we must” he whispered to himself.
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This is for JOANNE......RIP
Ch 3
The boarding ramp of the shuttle lowered to the ground and came to rest with a metallic clunk, as soon as it was settled the two masters strode down and made their way to the waiting welcoming party. Both men stopped just before the young Hutt and lowered their heads as a mark of respect, the Hutt returned their bow with a snort and chuckle clearly thinking himself of a higher status.
“Greetings exalted one, I am Master Alvecote and this is Master Halcyon of the Order of Knights, we come in peace to speak with your exalted leader and would…..”
“Silence! Do not besmirch my ears with your filthy tongue, take their weapons and fit restraining cuffs on them both” he ordered the Rodians who immediately complied quickly surrounding them both, weapons levelled at their heads. Halcyon made a move to grab his lightsaber but felt a light touch on his arm, and relaxed allowing the Rodians to take it away who immediately cuffed both his hands behind his back, doing the same to Alvecote who made no move to resist.
“Have faith in the Force Teenor the negotiations will still take place” Alvecote whispered in his friends ear.
The Rodians prodded both men in the back and marched them through the doors along several corridors until they came to the Grand Chamber where Babush the Hutt lazily waited on his floating platform. The Rodians stopped them five meters short of the platform in the centre of a grill that covered the floor beneath them and unlocked the cuffs stepping back to cover them from all sides. While both men rubbed their wrists where the cuffs had bitten in to the skin the young Hutt slithered over to Babush and spoke receiving a curt reply he moved off to a doorway and spoke to a waiting male Twilek half hidden in the shadows. At first the Twilek hesitated until the Hutt struck him with a raised fist, then he moved to stand next to Babush his head bowed, blood seeping from a cut in his face. Babush studied the two Humans for a moment then spoke in his language, directed at the two men understanding nothing that was said to them.
“My master wishes to know why you have entered Hutt space without permission” the Twilek said in perfect Basic.
“Please tell your Master that we attempted to communicate when we first arrived in Hutt space yesterday, but were ignored, we are here on a peace mission to come to an agreement over his species intrusion on the inter Galactic trade routes to ask him to halt the slaving of all innocent species” replied Master Alvecote.
The Twilek relayed the information to his Master who listened with growing anger suddenly exploding in a cold rage he shouted at the Twilek for a lengthy time, when he finished he grabbed a swimming amphibian from the bowl beside him stuffing it into his mouth.
“My master says that all species are his to do with as his people pleases and there are no laws to govern the Hutts”. The Twilek paused for a moment as he gathered a breath then continued, a look of pity on his eyes. “For your crime of entering Hutt space you will be put to death…..immediately, your friends in orbit will be destroyed also for their violation of his borders…..I am sorry my Master is not forgiving”.
Master Alvecote held up his hand and seemed to wave it through the air directing his words at Babush, “you will release us both and halt any incursions that are in progress…….” Babush laughed out loud and said to his slave “ tell him there is no need to wave goodbye I will not be sorry to see him go”. The Twilek relayed the information back to Alvecote who understanding that his Force powers of persuasion would not work on the Hutt drew in the force bringing both lightsabers to his hands from the Rodian who loosely held them in his hands. At the same time Babush pressed a button on his throne and the floor beneath the two Masters dropped away and they both fell down into a chute that took them down into a large chamber that was littered with the bones of various animals and slaves that had angered their master. Alvecote passed Halcyons lightsaber to him as a gate opened at the end of the chamber and a large beast made its way towards the two Masters.
On board the bridge of the Falcon, Solo paced nervously glancing at the planet below on occasions, studying the sensor arrays and waiting for contact from Master Alvecote. Suddenly a warning light started flashing from the rear sensors and a technician immediately started touching buttons, he looked up at his Captain stating “we have multiple contacts coming in Sir, shields are raised…..more contacts coming all directions, they have commenced firing Sir”
“Return fire, take evasive action and launch all fighters! How many contacts out there and what type are they” he commanded.
“Sixty small fighters and two large ships, dreadnought class Sir” replied the technician.
“I want a hole punched through their line, were leaving the system as soon as we can, jump to lightspeed to the edge of the system and don’t forget to pick up any surviving fighters on our way out.
Lieutenant Zak Pellaeon was sitting in the cockpit of his class III fighter when the order to launch came through over his intercom. Without hesitation Zak ignited the thrusters and launched into space, one by one all thirty ships were launched and quickly formed up into pairs.
“Attack pattern delta three, pick your targets and good luck” he said over the intercom. Zak moved right and engaged a small fighter that was slow and cumbersome, lining up the unfortunate fighter in his sights he pressed the trigger disintegrating the ship with his first shot. He and his wingman then moved against two fighters that were bearing down on them from his portside, his first shot went wide but his second connected with the tail fin breaking it in two sending the ship into an uncontrollable spin towards the planet.
His wingman was not so lucky and was hit close to the cockpit, the shields on the ship held momentarily before shorting under the heavy barrage of fire released from the enemy ship, the next shot went through the cockpit killing the pilot instantly as his ship broke up into several pieces. Zak saw all this happen unable to save him he attempted to engage the fighter who moved away out of Zak’s sights engaging another ship which was following on the path of a Hutt fighter intent on taking out another of Zak’s pilots. Both ships unaware of each other as their shots connected at the same time, collapsing into debris that was starting to litter the battlefield.
Zak noticed that he had now lost nearly half his squadron to enemy fire in a very short time, the Hutt ships were not as well lucky and were down to only fifteen ships levelling the odds of the small fighters.
On board the Falcon things were going worse than expected Solo had ordered his gunners to concentrate all fire on one of the larger ships that had lost most of its weaponry and was limping along under half power. The other ship was starting to come to close for comfort launching torpedoes that were weakening the Falcons shields causing alarm amongst some of the crew.
“Recall remaining Fighters were about to make the jump to Hyperspace, we have a clear path ahead” ordered Solo. “I want a new vector ready as soon as we come out of Hyperspace Commander Horn, and send a sub space message back to Corellia informing them of our situation please”. He turned to one of the busy techs who was sweating at the stress of combat “have my ship readied for immediate departure as soon as we arrive at Commander Horns coordinates, skeleton crew only were going back to pick up the Knights”.
“Sir I must protest, its suicide to return here, the….” Said Horn, as he gripped Solos arm.
Solo held up his hand silencing his friend, “no they won’t be expecting us to return so soon, anyway I have a few tricks up my sleeve that will leave the Hutts standing, don’t forget I started off as a pilot not a Captain of a dreadnought…..again you have the bridge my friend, return to Corellia as soon as you can”.
Solo then headed straight for the turbolifts and arrived in the hanger bay as the last ship was docking.
The Rancor was a huge beast its hands as large as Joss or Teenor who had taken up positions to either side of it, lightsabers ignited that hummed as they waited for it to approach. The Rancor attempted to grab Teenor with its hand who side stepped lopping off three of its clawed fingers with one swipe of his lightsaber, at the same time Joss sent his lightsaber spinning through the air hacking at the Rancors face causing large cuts to open which enraged the beast who stood up to hold its face in pain. Teenor then ran under the Rancor opening up its stomach with his saber the guts spilling out on the floor behind him as he ran. The Rancor teetered on its feet for a moment then collapsed heading for Joss who Force jumped over the beast calling his lightsaber to him as he landed on the other side of the now dying Rancor. Both men looked back at the Rancor feeling the loss of a being through the Force then quickly they made there way to the doors at the rear of the chamber where three Rodians were just recovering from the shock of seeing the Rancor so easily defeated, they opened fire on the approaching Knights who deflected the bolts back killing all three. Quickly Teenor cut through the bars and both men ran through following the Force as it led them away from the Grand Chamber area. Alarms started blaring away and they heard footsteps approaching from around the corner, both men stood still in defensive stances sabers ready, when they noticed it was the Twilek from the grand chamber they lowered their blades.
“Follow me, I know a way out of the city that is safe” the Twilek said.
“What is your name”? Asked Joss.
“Flenan. Come quickly we will not have much time to escape and I have waited a long time for this moment” he replied.
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Ch 4
The Falcon reverted to real space on the edge of the solar system, no other ship was in the vicinity, even so the ship was on high alert and the turbo lasers were still run out moving on trajectory’s awaiting a target to open fire on. In the hanger bay Captain Fallon Solo waited in the cockpit of his personal ship, a YT 100 freighter which he had named The Corellian Jewel. Fallon had found The Jewel in a scrap yard on Corellia and had fallen in love with it even though she was battered and dented, the engines were seized up and most of the wiring needed replacing. He had paid less than a months wages for her and then spent most of his spare time repairing her faults and replacing the engines with a new Hyperdrive that had come into his hands over a long game of Sabbac with his base Commander. A complete shield system was installed along with two laser cannons to the fore, a pair of laser cannons situated above the ship, a single turbo laser under the belly controlled by the cockpit which unusually was placed on the starboard side giving the pilot a disadvantage as the port side was blind, unless your name was Solo who could judge the distance to the port side and probably could of flown the craft blind folded not that he was stupid enough to attempt such a fete. On the port and starboard sides were two quad lasers which were controlled by crewmen able to swing nearly to 180o giving the ship practically a 360o defensive arc. Along with defensive mines and two torpedo bays holding up to thirty torpedoes at a time the Jewel was a formidable fighter disguised as a battered freighter. It had taken Fallon ten years to put together the Jewel and he loved her with all his heart knowing every nook and cranny aboard her sometimes staying aboard her when he was onboard the Falcon. The Jewel could comfortably house six crew and at a push could lodge fifteen for short periods. In the centre was a small kitchen area with a table and seats, off to one side was a fresher unit consisting of a shower, toilet and basin. At the rear of the ship was a small cargo area behind which sat the Hyperdrive and sub-light engines and Fallon boasted that ‘she was the fastest ship in the Galaxy’ able to get at least two points past lightspeed, when he retired he planned to race her along the Corellian Run to attempt the speed record which had been unbroken in ten years.
Fallon was arguing with the co-pilot, a Bothan named Yasha who was probably his oldest friend having met at an inter species Sabbac convention on Corellia when he was a young pilot in the navy.
“ I told you I’m not having any furry Sabacc dice hanging in the window Yash, were not a bunch of pirates you stinking fur ball!” he said snapping at the Bothan.
“ You have no finesse you Hairless pale faced human, furry Sabbac dice are the most fashionable accessory in any freighter these days!” he replied his fur rippling at his agitation of not getting his way.
“ When I gave you a job on this ship I told you that on no accounts were you to bring any decorations aboard!”
“ Job! You call this a job, when did you last pay me any credits!”
“ I gave you my last Sabbac winnings did I not, anyway you usually have to work to get credit and you can start by warming the engines, I’m going aft to check on the gunners.” Said Fallon slipping out of the pilot’s chair.
“ Don’t hurry back” replied Yasha as he rehung the dice in front of the windows.
Joss and Teenor were following Flenan the Twilek who was moving fast through the maze of corridors at a fleeting pace, on only two occasions had they met any enemy soldiers, Flenan side stepping allowing the Knights to take out the Rodians intent on killing the three escapees. After an hour the Twilek led the two Knights through a series of sewerage tunnels that came out into the swamp that surrounded the city. Joss reached into his tunic for the comm. turning it on.
“ Falcon this is Master Alvecote do you read me, over.”
“ Yes loud and clear, what is your status, over.”
“ The negotiations failed , moving into the swamp to escape, over.”
“ Help will be with you soon Master Alvecote, Falcon out.”
Joss put the comm. back in his tunic and turned to the Twilek, “lead the way Flenan our ride will be hear soon.”
They moved into the swamp impeded now by the dense foliage and sticky mud they made good progress and managed to put a good distance between them and the city.
In the Jewel Yasha flicked the dice playfully when the comm. was activated hailing Fallon, “bridge on the comm. Solo” he shouted to the rear of the Jewel.
“ Solo here, what’s the situation bridge.”
“ Knights have made contact Captain, they are making their way into the swamp. We have their position as ten kilometres south of the city.” Stated Commander Horn.
“Head back to Corellia as soon as we move out Commander, Solo out.”
“Get us out of here Yasha, lightspeed as soon as were clear of the Falcon.” He turned to the two gunners “keep your eyes peeled, shoot anything that comes in range, good luck and there’s a drink on me for the highest tally.” Both men rapped their knuckles on their foreheads and Fallon made his way to the cockpit seating himself in the pilots chair just before the Jewel went into hyperspace.
Joss was sweating heavily, having to draw on the Force to replenish his exhausted body, while Teenor was sweating he had not had to draw on the Force yet and was moving with ease when he felt through the force danger moving fast behind, turning around he ignited his lightsaber at the same time as Joss. With a snap-hiss both blades came to life deflecting bolts that had been fired by a group of Rodians who were travelling in a landspeeder just above the surface of the swamp. Two of the laser bolts connected with the speeder sending it spinning out of control, crashing into the swamp. Before the Masters had time to relax several more speeders and a shuttle came flying through the air the latter landing some distance away depositing thirty Rodians into the swamp who immediately started firing on the Knights position, who in turn deflected the bolts that came close back at the Rodians.
The Jewel came out of hyperspace close to the planets atmosphere narrowly missing a patrolling enemy fighter which panicked at the strange ship, turning away at the last moment and glancing off into the path of its wing mate, both ships breaking apart from the collision. Fallon cursed the stupidity of the enemy and headed straight into the atmosphere the ship bouncing and shuddering under the stress.
“Shields holding at 99%, we have multiple contacts coming behind, now would be a good time for you to show me how good the Jewel flies Solo” said Yasha laying a seeker mine behind, which used its onboard sensor to seek out an enemy ship heading into the atmosphere. The mine collided with an enemy fighter exploding in a ball of fire, the shock wave disrupting two other ships unable to avoid it, both ships spun out of control and fell towards the planet, the pilots trying in vane to regain control as they hit the city outskirts exploding and sending separate plumes of smoke into the air.
Fallon was grinning to himself having fun as he dodged around tall buildings firing the lasers and odd torpedoes to make a smoke shield hiding the Jewel from the pursuing fighters. As he left the city behind he drove the ship closer to the ground whipping past reeds and dodging larger trees, the sensor that had been activated to Master Halcyon’s comm. bleeping faster as they closed on the Masters position.
Master Joss Alvecote was totally immersed in the Force, he could sense every being around him from the Rodian force which had been reduced considerably in number to around thirty soldiers from the fifty odd who had started the engagement to the small amphibian that was darting under the surface of the swamp to escape the deadly fire of lasers. Early on Joss had used his telekinetic power to yank a blaster from a dead Rodian and placed the weapon in the hands of the Twilek Flenan who was crouched at the feet of Joss firing at any Rodian he could see. Behind Joss stood Teenor who also immersed in the Force was deflecting bolts aimed at him back at the Rodians, gradually the Rodians numbers were depleting but not quickly enough and the threat of reinforcements was weighing heavily on the Knights minds.
Suddenly the Jewel came screaming over their position guns blazing and hovered close by picking out the enemy soldiers, desecrating their positions the heavy quad lasers disintegrating Rodians who were too stupid to run away. The boarding ramp lowered to the ground and the three escapees made their way jumping aboard as soon as the ramp was lower enough, once aboard the ramp retracted and the Jewel shot into the air making its way to space.
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Very Nice
The story is very well developed so far and like the two Jedi Masters who are the main characters in the story. Not sure if the Captain Solo of this story is in any relation to Han Solo but his character is also very well developed. I also like the conflict centering around the Hutts and also how the Jedi tried to use a mind trick against him only to find it failed.
I would like to have seen a better battle with the Rancor as the Rancor could have at least wounded one of the Jedi making their escape even more perilous.
I am also unclear who actually own the Falcon. Is it Solo's ship or the pilot
Add me to your pm list as will definietely read more of this.
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thanks for the reply milteck....
all solo's are related in my mind this one is definatly similar to Han in a lot of aspects. The Falcon is government owned just a coincidence in name that Han could of aquired in the future.
I agree that the Rancor could have done more damage to the two knights but evan Luke managed to get away with just a rock and bone for protection....I have other plans for one of those two knights to come in EP 3, which is quite a few chapters away yet.
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Ch 5
The water bubbled and frothed as the cylindrical ship slowly rose from the depths, when it broke the surface the water ran down its sides in torrents. As it came free mud and vegetation clung to it in great clumps and the ship floated to the dry ground at the side of the lake where it was gently laid on the ground.
Yorappa fell on his knees in exhaustion, taking large breaths of air replenishing his lungs. Once he had recovered he stood and walked over to his ship and started gently cleaning its surface.
“Well done Yorappa, strong in the force have you become, ready for your master ship are you now. Learn from you the Jedi arts many Padawens can” said Samoda who had silently walked up to the Wookie and stood smiling by his side.
“Thank you my Master, I will honour you with my service to the Force” he replied with a slight bow turning back to the ship he pulled a leaver whereupon a door opened with a hiss of escaping air and a ramp lowered to the ground. Inside the sparse ship was a chair seated in the centre surrounded by the flight controls, there was only just enough room to swing a Jawa, around the sides was a small kitchen unit, an even smaller fresher unit (Wookie size) and several storage units. Yorappa walked up the ramp and entered the ship he had spent eighteen months of his life inside, slowly making his way to Dagobah and started rummaging in the storage units searching for a power supply unit. Samoda was stood next to the chair staring at the ceiling where a round door was situated with a lever in the centre.
“This door leads where does it?” asked Samoda as he used the Force to pull the lever down. The hatch swung down releasing a torrent of water that engulfed the small alien soaking his cloak and clothes.
“Ha ha ha, air lock Master, only way to keep the ship dry, please don’t touch anything else I have found what I was looking for” he said holding the power supply in his large paws.
Nak Daraa was stood by the ship that he and the other Mon Cal had travelled in, checking the wings and stabilisers with a palm sized sensor unit. Yorappa walked up to him and placed the power unit in his hands, the Mon Cal studied it for a moment then walked over to a hatch, opening it, he fiddled with some wires for a moment then pulled out a slightly different unit and dropped it on the ground.
“It is not the same as a Mon Cal design but with a little enhancement we should get a matching design that will power up the engines, thank you Master Yorappa for your efforts. We will be ready to leave in a day, I suggest you make final preparations Masters it will be a long journey as we have no Hyperspace engines” said Nak who returned to his work.
Samoda and Yorappa walked back to the temple and sat down next to the fire staring in to the flames as they slowly rose into the night.
“Miss this place I will Yorappa, my home for a long time has it been”.
“I will not miss it Master, the insects, the smell of the swamp and not a decent steak in thirty years, I hunger for Banther steak roasted over coals” he replied.
“Heh heh, always thinking of your stomach, have you been my friend”.
The next day the two Masters and their Padawens stood by the ramp of the Mon Cal star ship and took a last look at their temple and then as one they turned and filed up the boarding ramp, the last to enter was Samoda who turned to take a last look at his home before they left, sighing he pressed a button and the ramp retracted and the doors closed. Taking a seat near the back of the cockpit he strapped in as the Mon Cals made the final preparations for take off. The engines rose to a crescendo and the ship lifted off making its way skywards. It moved with incredible speed in to the heavens, soon it was in space and the gravity generators kicked in, the ship moving on a new heading towards the centre of the Galaxy.
Joss was sitting down in the kitchen area talking to one of the gunners on the principles of the Force and how all life was connected via the Midi-Chlorians through the Force, when suddenly he felt a disturbance. He stopped mid sentence and closed his eyes for a moment, letting the Force guide him he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
“Is everything all right Master Alvecote?” asked the gunner.
“Yes Jon, I need to speak to Captain Solo for a moment” he replied walking towards the cockpit.
“Captain, please make a course change we have to pick up some passengers” he said as he entered the cockpit.
“Passengers? Where?” replied Solo taking the Jewel out of Hyperspace. Joss studied the nav computer for a moment then pointed at a remote region of space. “Here please Captain”.
“That will take us about two days to get to, it’s well away from any trade routes that I know. Is it important Master Alvecote and why?” replied Fallon who looked enquiringly at the knight.
“The Force wishes it Captain that’s important enough in my book” he then turned around and walked back to his bunk and lay down to meditate.
“Master Samoda! Come quickly a ship has come out of hyperspace” shouted Nak down the smooth lined causeway towards the lounge area where Samoda was seated in meditation.
Samoda came out of his trance and jumped down from his seat running to the cockpit he looked out of the window at the strange ship that was floating about a kilometre from their starboard side.
“Dock with this ship we must, new friends we will meet”.
Slowly the two ships came together, the docking computers taking over at the last moment with precise pinpoint accuracy the clamps engaged and the airlocks sealed themselves with a high pitched hiss.
Joss was stood at the airlock waiting for the air to regulate, as soon as the space between both ships was filled with air he moved to open the airlock, at the same time he could hear a door opening in the other ship. He stood back as the door swung open and watched as a little green alien with pointed ears wearing a brown cloak stepped through into the Jewel.
“Welcome I am Master Joss Alvecote of the Order of Knights and this ship is the Corellian Jewel captained by Fallon Solo of the Corellian Navy” he said gesturing at Solo who stood slightly behind Joss.
“Master Samoda with Padawen learners of the ‘Jedi arts’, new you would come, seen you in the Force have I”
“You have knowledge of the Force as have I, yet taller I thought you would be as I have seen you also through the Force”.
“Humph, size matters not with the Force, only your actions in the hear and now matters. Food have you, a Wookie, hungry for meat waits behind me, eat we must much to discuss have we”.
“Forgive me Master Samoda I meant no disrespect at your size, the Force led me to believe you were tall that is all” replied Joss who made a slight bow towards Samoda.
“Strong in the Force am I, misread the Force have you hard to see the Future is”.
“Please ask your companions to join us, Master Teenor Halcyon is a marvellous cook and then you can tell me all about these ‘Jedi arts’ of yours”.
Samoda beckoned with his hand and Yorappa who had to bend down considerably in the air lock followed by the Padawens all filed in. At the sight of the Wookie all the Jewel’s crew took a step back clearly frightened by his size and when he opened his mouth and growled a Wookie greeting the two gunners departed at once thinking that the Wookie was going to eat them for his lunch.
Teenor found two large meat steaks in the kitchen freezer which he cooked quickly for the Wookie who attacked them with relish as if he had not eaten in a week, for the rest he cobbled together a saucepan of Corellian meat ball stew with field rice. Once refreshed they sat around the kitchen area all squashed together as Samoda told his story of the ‘Jedi arts’.
“My people long have they studied the Force, passing on the lessons we have learned, no written history we have as nomadic our life has been. The name Jedi came from the Force, the future it told my people that one day ‘Jedi’ would the whole Galaxy know, revered it would be. Now is that time, but tell me of your Order of Knights and how they were formed, interested I am a joining of both I sense through the Force”.
“Long ago before Humans travelled amongst the stars we all lived on one planet named Coruscant” said Joss pausing to sip from his tankard of Corellian whisky, “in our early history dark times led to the formation of the Knights by Master Halcyon’s ancestor’s no less, a time when we fought with metal swords and shields, the first Knights could manipulate objects making them move, on discovering this they listened to the Force which led them to create the order to work for peace amongst all Humans. Through peace came great advancements in technology and a thousand years ago working with the scientists and engineers we created the sub-light drive enabling us to colonise many planets and then fifty years ago the Hyperspace drive was created cutting down considerably the time it takes to travel across the Galaxy. At the same time the first lightsaber was created, only a person with knowledge of the force can build a lightsaber as it takes a time of meditation to fuse the components together. This has now become one of the final tasks a student must partake in to progress to the rank of Knight.”
“Build one of these lightsabers I wish to. How work does it?” asked Samoda.
Teenor held out his lightsaber and ignited it, with a snap-hiss a blue blade shot out of the end, as he held the blade aloft it hummed as the energy burnt through the air “inside are various components including a high energy flux aperture to stabilise the blade, a superconductor to transfer the energy from the power cell to the blade and several high density crystals that focus the laser and give it its colour and various circuit boards that connect all the components together” he turned of the blade and passed it over to Samoda who ignited the lightsaber staring at the blade he said “with a weapon of great strength comes great responsibility, when can we for Coruscant leave.”
“Coruscant? Why would you want to go to Coruscant the planet is all but abandoned, now only the surface is mined for metals, it is of no value. Corellia is where the Order resides now” replied Joss.
“No wrong you are, Coruscant is where the future of the galaxy resides, but first we will travel to speak with this Order of yours”
“Captain Solo can you make preparations to leave, I suggest that we leave the Mon Cal ship here, we can always retrieve her in the future. If you have any possessions to bring I suggest that you retrieve them and then we will depart for Corellia” said Joss who stood up and went to use the fresher.
Ten minuets later the two ships had parted and the Jewel shot into hyperspace, leaving behind the Mon Cal ship which floated alone in space steadily drifting slowly towards the Core.
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Ch 6
Sans Valors office was large enough to house a hundred people, at this precise moment he had twenty delegated leaders from planets that were under threat of a Hutt invasion. All of these worlds had an army but nothing to outmatch the size and scale of the Hutt force, which was steadily enslaving the planets as they moved towards the core. Every leader was shouting to be heard above the din of voices that was rising to a crescendo giving Sans
Valors a headache, he reached into a drawer in his desk and took out a canister with a funnel on the end. When he pressed the end of the canister a loud noise erupted from the funnel, which immediately silenced the crowd.
“Please, one at a time we must have order, otherwise we will be unable to decide on anything and before you know it the Hutts will be knocking on our doors” he looked at the assembled leaders wondering if ever they would be able to work together, for starters he could not trust the Neimoidians and in turn they could not trust the Bothan’s, who in turn trusted no one as their planet Bothawui was already enslaved, barely two thousand had escaped from a planet of ten billion. The elected Queen of Naboo and the majority of its five million inhabitants had deserted their planet before the Hutt force was able to invade, she had put her trust in her Human cousins on Alderaan. The king of Alderaan’s royal house, Zuni Organna had faith in the knights to intervene, so Valors had sent two Masters to Mediate. The Falcon had retuned Two weeks ago with the news of the probable Knights demise along with Captain Solo who had flown into Nal Hutta to rescue the Knights, they should of returned at least a week ago which is why the worst had been thought. These gathered leaders were the first to respond to a meeting, others had failed to arrive in time or had ignored the request to appear. As far as Sans Valors new, there was about five hundred known space faring beings with probably many more intelligent races who did not have the technology, which would not be long in the coming that much he was sure of.
“The Galaxy is at war, we must do something to revert that and bring peace, we must combine what forces we have and face the Hutt threat before they have control of the Trade lanes. We must form an alliance with any being that will join us, together we can win, alone we will perish” said Akarok Tzakol the Bothan leader.
“I agree” said Organna “our forces are minimal barely fifty thousand but we can raise more if need be but we have few ships to transport out troops or extra weapons to supply”.
“The Trade Federation can help with transport, as we have a large fleet of ships” said Vuh Popol the Neimoidion
Trade Federation leader.
“Weapons, we can help with” said Hatan Chaski the Ugnaught leader, “our people are very gifted with engineering skills, we have very large factory’s able to produce a lot of products in a short time.”
“If no one objects I will issue the Corellian navy with a command to lead the campaign” Valors looked around the assembled races when none made an objection he continued speaking “I would like to nominate Akarok Tzakol to lead the political campaign your peoples skills in that arena are legendary, at this time we could use those skills to assemble as many races as we can to work together.” Nearly all the assembled leaders nodded in agreement straight away except for Vuh Popol who finally nodded when the queen of Naboo gave him a stern stare.
“I accept your nomination for the moment and will assemble as many as possible but it would have to be an uninhabited planet as many races do not get on.” He replied
“Do any of you know of a suitable place for this Assembly?” no one replied.
The doors opened at that moment and Samoda walked in followed by Alvecote and Yorappa who ducked as he entered the door, all heads turned and looked at the little Alien who none had met before.
“Coruscant. That is where you will meet and form your Senate and there you will form a Galactic Republic, Coruscant as its capital. Seen it I have certain I am of this.”
“And you are?” said Tzakol his fur rippling with indignation at the interruption.
Master Alvecote stepped forward to address the assembled dignitary’s “may I introduce Master Samoda who has studied the Force and is very knowledgeable of our situation, we would do well to listen to his advice, we are on our way to speak with the Order on this.”
“Thank you Master Alvecote you have given us something else to discuss, please let us not detain you any longer” said Sans Valors. The three Masters bowed and left the room.
“Where is Coruscant?” asked Tzakol.
“Coruscant is based near the core, it is where the Human race originated from and has been abandoned for about a thousand years now. Mining companies have been stripping the planet of any raw materials recently, one advantage is its position on the Corellian and Perlemian trade lanes” said Sans Valors.
“Who owns Coruscant?” said Tzakol.
“As far as I know no one has any claim to the planet” replied Organna.
“Can we send someone to scout the planet to see if it’s suitable for a meeting” asked Tzakol.
“I will go and ask the Order to accompany me to see if it is suitable” said Organna.
“Good! We have a lot to organise, in the meantime I suggest we keep this between ourselves until we have more information to work on lest the Hutts get wind of what were planning” said Tzakol.
The Order of Knights Headquarters was located in the countryside away from the bustle of the planets cities, there was nothing special about its architecture for a series of square buildings which housed the knights were like any other building on Corellia. The complex contained the living quarters, a large training hall for saber practise, a scientific research department and a hanger area that housed the various transport and fighter craft that the order used. A Corellian Navy shuttle was coming in to land on the duracreat surface of the runway its repulsar jets issuing steam as it settled down. A ramp extended and the human knights Alvecote and Halcyon exited followed by Samoda, Yorappa and their Padawen learners, they then made their way to the training hall where the assembled Knights of the Order that were on Corellia and not on missions awaited their arrival.
As they entered the hall Samoda looked up at Yorappa beside him and said “A grand temple this is, don’t you think all clean and not an insect in sight”.
“It smells too clean here” Yorappa growled in reply.
Tenor Halcyon heard the exchange between the two masters and turned too Samoda saying “it’s a training hall Master Samoda, the order does not have a temple, we are not a religious faction closer too a military special forces unit I would say”
“Not religious say you” replied Samoda who had stopped walking and was looking up at Tenor with an inquisitive look on his face, “devoted to the Force you are, meditate you do are these not religious actions that govern your life, erm? A Temple this is in all but name, soon you will understand the greater good the Force has on your existence”
“A lot we can learn from Master Samoda Tenor, come we must not keep the Order waiting any longer” said Joss.
The Order was gathered in formations facing the entrance, three hundred Knights and fifty Masters were at the front, behind them stood the two hundred students who were yet to pass the trials and obtain the rank of Knight they ranged in age from the youngest who were five standard years old to those who were about eighteen or nineteen all were dressed in the same uniform worn by Halcyon and Alvecote. As they approached the front of the assembled ranks Joss turned to Samoda and introduced the leader of the Order.
“Master Samoda I would like to introduce our Grand Master Falin Halcyon who has presided over the order for the last thirty years”
“I am honoured to meet you Master Samoda” said Falin Halcyon who at seventy Three years old was by far the oldest Knight in the hall. Falin did not look his age and was as fit as someone half his age except for the slight protrusion of fat that escaped over his stomach, an addiction to good food and the fact that he no longer exercised as he had in his youth the only other indication of his age was that his hair was no longer dark brown and was grey all over.
“Honoured to meet you I am Grand Master, related to the young Master Tenor you are, hmph?” replied Samoda who was looking at Teenor as he said this.
“Yes Tenor is my son, a hot headed youngster but a good Knight none the less, please make yourselves at home while you are here, I have rooms for you all allocated and a feast awaits us in the mess hall this evening but first I would like you to get acquainted with the other masters and knights that are stationed here at this moment” he replied. As they walked around Falin introduced the various Masters that greeted Samoda with a bow.
At the back of the hall stood three young Knights who had all started their life within the Order together at the same time and had remained firm friends throughout their training. Kurt Noveselic was whispering to his two friends about Samoda and how tiny he was for a master of the Force.
“I think he’s cute he looks ancient though, he must be at least five hundred years old” said Bex Eastell in reply.
“Rubbish no one can live that long, I bet he’s as old as the Grand Master at least” stated Nea Ta Fazer who looked to Kurt for assurance.
“He’s an Alien though we have no idea how long some of them can live for, look at the Hutts, rumour has it they live up to three hundred years, that’s three times as long as most humans live for even with reconstructed organs. Look at his fingers he only has three he won’t be very good with a lightsaber, I could handle him easily” said Kurt who puffed out his chest in arrogance.
“Just because you were the best in combat training doesn’t make you a Master of the Force Kurt, I like him, I would love to talk to him about meditation techniques” said Bex.
Kurt’s face went red at the stinging reply from Bex the only person in training he would have allowed to talk to him like that. He looked at Samoda and decided he didn’t like the little alien, he wanted Bex to adore him and no one else. She was beautiful that was without a doubt, every time he saw her he could not resist falling for her and the thought that she might be paired up with other Knights or Master’s was tearing him apart. He was hiding his feelings well, deep down inside him where no one would be able to sense what he was thinking. But his feelings were starting to rise and soon he knew he would not be able to control what he felt for her and would have to let her know before it was too late and she left to travel the stars.
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Yikes!  I'm WAY behind. I'll try to remedy that. 
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Jedi_Drizzt
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RE: Birth of a Republic Ep 1 the Gathering: set 25,000 years before ANH
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 Awesome story!  I just love the Old Republic era. Please, send me a Pm when you update, I'd like to read more of your writing.
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"What hope might we find if we know all of the answers?" Drizzt Do'Urden
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talk of being way behind, i must post soon......the real world has me shackled at work....must.... break.... free!£!£!
before xmas i promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Birth of a Republic -Ep 1-The Gathering.....set 25,000 years before ANH http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25091693/p1
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As promised a new post....more to come after the holidays.
Have a great day on the 21st (the real yule).....and a happy new year to all SW fans.
Ch 7
“So what your saying Master Samoda, is that we must join together as one Order to survive what the future has in store for us” said Falin Halcyon who sat opposite Samoda at the table where they were dining on. The Mess hall was not quite as big as the training hall but was managing to accommodate the Order and their guests for the evening meal.
“The future hard to see is, but if you look deep enough, see you will a dark force rising to engulf the Galaxy, only someone trained to use the Force will be able to defeat this threat. Together we can train enough to combat this, apart we will perish as if we never existed, seen this Yorappa and I have”
“I agree with Master Samoda, the Force brought us to him in deep space” said Joss Alvecote who was sat beside the Grand Master, “is it not right to have many alien minds and tongues as part of the Order, too long have we sat alone only worrying how our own Human race is accommodated in the Galaxy, now is the time to truly become what your ancestors envisioned the Order to be”.
Falin sat back in his seat closing his eyes as he thought over the ideas that had been suggested to him, he let the Force
Guide him and saw the way open for a new beginning the Force was literally moving everything in that direction that much he could see. Opening his eyes he looked at his son who would have naturally taken over as the direct descendant to become Grand Master when he died, Teenor was smiling at him nodding his head in approval of Samoda’s suggestion. Standing up he tapped his fork on the tankard of alcoholic beverage in front of him, all the noise and bustle of the feast died down at the resounding ring of metal on metal, and all eyes looked to Falin as he began to speak.
“Masters, Knights and students, the Order of Knights has existed as this body for many generations, a Grand Master leading many on a quest to bring peace to Mankind. At the most we have succeeded, disputes have been quickly brought to a conclusion and the Human race has prospered in many ways, at the least we have become complacent in our current guise and now is the time for change. From this moment on we will no longer be led by one but will have a Council that resides over the whole Order, this Council will be made up of twelve individuals who attain the rank of Master and any race will be eligible to sit on the Council. The Council will vote its new members from those that have been found to be worthy of a place once said place becomes available which will only happen when a member forfeits their seat through either death or is voted out by the remaining eleven council members. Finally we will now be known as the Order of Jedi knights through our amalgamation with Master Samoda’s Jedi arts, this I proclaim as my right of Grand Master to the Order through the charter laid down by my ancestors many generations ago” as Falin finished he sat down waiting to see the reaction of the assembled Masters and Knights. At first there was no reaction then Teenor stood up and started clapping in the direction of his father and then one by one the rest of the hall started clapping and cheering in the Grand Masters direction.
Samoda was smiling at Falin as he clapped along with the rest and then he leaned forward to him saying “a bold move Master Halcyon, one expected I did not. Appoint the first Council you did not say how”.
“Your right I did not even think how that will come about. Naturally you and I will head this council at first, maybe together we can appoint the other ten”
“Like that I would, may the Force be with us”
“Without it we would be doomed I think”
The appointment of the council’s remaining ten members did not take as long as Falin had imagined it would, the first appointments were the human Masters Joss Alvecote and Teenor Halcyon and the Wookie Yorappa, who all took their seats in the circle of chairs that had been placed in the Grand Masters office. Soon after five more human masters were seated in the circle, Sev IL Mim and his twin sister Ni were the first followed by the male Masters Nista Jinn and Wan Vali. Then Master Tes Jade sat down sweeping her flaming red hair from her face revealing her radiant smile that had broken many hearts that were fortunate to meet her.
“We still have two seats to fill, but I suggest that both of those seats are occupied by someone that is not human to balance the numbers more effectively” said Falin, “do you have any suggestions Master Samoda?”
Yorappa spoke to Samoda in is own language which none of the humans were able to understand and Samoda then pondered for a moment.
“Nak Daraa and Sina Loa, has suggested Yorappa, their title of Master have they not been granted as of yet. Strong in the Force both are, worthy of the rank, leave to the council the granting of this status I do” he replied.
“We could take them through the trials to ascertain how much they have learnt in their training with Master Samoda” suggested Master Alvecote. The rest of the council nodded in agreement except for Master Jade.
“Have they any experience in lightsaber combat, which I doubt they do?” she said looking around at the other council members.
“Yet to build a lightsaber am I, but trained in many styles of sword fighting am I, as are Nak Daraa and Sina Loa. Suggest you test them in combat yourself Master Jade, surprised at their skill will you be” replied Samoda.
Yorappa growled at Falin what seemed a retort or challenge and Samoda translated for the Grand Master.
“Build a lightsaber he wishes, very anxious to prove his title of Master that given him I have”
“I would be honoured to teach him myself” said Falin. “Come Masters Samoda and Yorappa we will start straight away if you have no objections” he gestured at the | |