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Obi-gone Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 8/29/07 9:33am Subject: Jedi on Fire - action/drama (based on Man on Fire) - update Aug. 30 - Date Edited: 8/30/07 9:54pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Obi-gone
	Title - Jedi on Fire Author - Obi-gone Timeframe - Sometime during Malak's reign in Kotor, when the Mandalorians were resorting to degrading tasks such as hunting wookiees, killing innocents, and kidnapping children. Main characters: Jedi Master Creasy, Pita. Notes: I got this idea from a challenge made by Tiana at jedi.net...the challenge was for a short story, but the idea will probably carry me beyond just a short story. The characters and events are based on one of my favorite films, Man on Fire. I'm writing this as an exercise on character development. Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, or the film Man on Fire. This is just for fun. PM List: KELIA Introduction I stood in the middle of the room, my head lowered slightly, taking in the various glances that I was receiving from those sitting in the plush, soft chairs. Some of the glances were of pity; some of judgment; even more seemed like they still hadn’t decided what they thought of me - whether or not I was worthy of the title of Jedi, and whether or not I would treat that title with respect if they saw fit to restore it. It was a rather dramatic moment, the kind that I tend to hate the most. Instead of telling me what they had decided, they just all sat there staring at me like something out of a freak show. But I knew that if I wanted to be part of their group again, I’d have to let them show off their abilities. Being part of the Jedi Council meant that they were all officially qualified to sit in their chairs, listen to you carefully, and then say, “Hmm. Interesting.” Sometimes I wish I could do that, but I know that I’ll never be strong enough in the Force. Finally, one of them spoke…Master Vandar, of course; the head of the Council on Dantooine. I had been trained at the Jedi Enclave there, which is probably why the Council of Coruscant had decided to bring him in; thought that he would know me better, something like that. Honestly, I could never really stand Master Vandar. It’s hard for me to take seriously someone that’s nearly three feet shorter than me. “We have discussed this matter carefully,” he began, with the traditional air of extreme wisdom. “And we have come to a decision.” I nodded, not daring to speak. Another one of those dramatic moments… “While we still find the visions that you have to be somewhat disturbing, we believe that you have managed to gain enough control over them, at least enough control to be able to serve the Jedi Order in its smaller tasks.” That was it, then…no more big missions for Jedi Master Creasy. “It is in this light that we have decided to return to you the rank of Jedi Knight. We trust that you will not do anything to make us regret this decision.” I nodded again. Keeping my mouth shut in this circumstance was definitely the best move for me here. “Very well,” Master Vander concluded, gesturing towards the exit. “You are dismissed, Master Creasy.” Bowing slightly in respect, I quietly made my way to the open door and left the room. The outcome had been as good as I could have expected. I didn’t even know what I had wanted the outcome to be, just that the result had been decent. There were too many things swarming around in my head for me to know what I really wanted anymore. Then you are to return to the Order. I stopped, raising my hand to my head as I tried to pinpoint where the voice had come from. It’s something I’ll never be able to do, you know. You could have saved me from this fate, Creasy. You could have stopped everything. “Not now,” I muttered, calling out to the Force in an attempt to rid myself of that presence that had haunted me for the past year. I had become better at it over time, and within a few seconds, I found it. You can’t shut me out forever. “No,” I said, crushing the presence with the Force. “But I can shut you up for now.” I stood still for a few moments, breathing deeply from the effort I had made in silencing the voice within myself. Though I hadn’t told the Council, these short visions were starting to become more and more frequent. But I had hit this one a little bit harder than normal, and it would probably be a number of weeks before I was haunted by it again. As I regained my focus, I realized that I was leaning heavily against the wall, so far forward that I was nearly on my knees. I quickly straightened myself in order to regain my commanding presence. I gave a quick look around, but no one had seen me…luckily. The sooner I was given an assignment, the better. I didn’t care how simple or easy it was, I just wanted to be out there again and doing something. It had been too long… You could have saved me from this fate… The words echoed across my brain like the recurring toll of a bell. It had been far too long indeed. Comments are appreciated. Thanks to anyone who reads! Obi-gone -----signature----- Jedi on Fire - http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27384416/p1/?0 View my profile to see my humorous poems Stop looking at my signature and go read my stories....please?
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KELIA Title: The Pretty in Pink Fan Fic Manager Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/30/07 6:19am Subject: RE: Jedi on Fire - action/drama (based on Man on Fire)
	Very intriguing beginning It can't be good that Creasy is keeping the frequency of his visions from the Council. If you have a PM list for this, please add me? Looking forward to more -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 NaNaWriMo Progress: 32,105
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UnderCoverJedi Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 8/30/07 11:26am Subject: RE: Jedi on Fire - action/drama (based on Man on Fire)
	A great start! -----signature----- Not e-married, e-engaged, or e-attached. I prefer to do those things in person. In His Master's Wake http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28185973/p1/?0 Never http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25789579
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Obi-gone Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 8/30/07 9:54pm Subject: RE: Jedi on Fire - action/drama (based on Man on Fire)
	KELIA - Appreciate the comment; and thanks for being the first one on the PM list. No, it's not good that he's keeping that from them...that'll come into play a little bit farther down the road. UnderCoverJedi - Thanks. Update time. Hot off the computer. You sleep well, master. A little too well one for someone who knows he could have saved a soul, and instead chose to let it die, don’t you think? I woke with a start, my mind barely able to form in my conscious state the words that had been whispered in my subconscious. It was him again…part of him, anyway. I had to admit, I was scared this time - the way I had been when he had first started talking to me. He had never before tried to contact me in my sleep. Apparently my being reinstated into the Jedi Order had emboldened him. Rubbing my hands over my shaven head, I shook my head fiercely as I tried to force myself awake. It was nearly morning…and I had no desire to return to sleep if it meant returning to him. So much for being left alone for the next two weeks… I slowly dressed myself, trying as hard as I could to keep the fear out of my mind. I was known throughout the Order as one of those Jedi who knew no fear. While it was true that there wasn’t much in the physical realm that could cause me to be afraid, I drew the line at dead spirits trying to communicate with me and haunting my dreams. It spooked me more than I liked to admit. Once I got outside, things were better. I had made the trip back to the Jedi Enclave ahead of Master Vandar, who was sticking around for some sort of special meeting of the Councils…something having to do with a plan necessary for the survival of the Republic. I was sort of out of the loop for any plans that the Jedi had on saving the Republic. The basic information I had been given since actually being allowed out in the world was that Revan had been killed and now Malak was in control. As if it mattered anyway. I wasn’t going to be given any missions like the one they were planning. If some of them had their way, it would probably be years before I once again clashed blades with a Sith. I didn’t really care. All I wanted was to get back into the field in some form or other. I pulled my cloak tightly around myself as I was hit by the cool morning air that Dantooine was known for. It was early, and would be an hour at least before the pleasant temperatures returned. But I enjoyed the coolness. I could inhale that sharp, icy air all around me; I felt connected to the world when I experienced it in the way most people try to avoid. I slowly made my way out of the apartment section of the Enclave and headed down towards the ‘crossroads.’ That’s what we who had been there longest called it – the small area in the middle of the Enclave which led to all other sections. A single tree stood tall there – a Jedi elm; a thing of nature that could only grow where the light side of the Force was strong. The Enclave on Dantooine was one of few places across the galaxy where a Jedi elm still grew, full of life and beauty. I had spent most of my life around that tree; it felt like it was a part of me, and I of it. It was actually somewhat difficult to explain…when I was around it, life was easier to understand. I apparently wasn’t the only one who sought the tree’s understanding wisdom. I turned slowly just as I sensed a presence coming up behind me. “Creasy.” I nodded in acknowledgement as my old friend walked up next to me. We both stood there for a few moments, neither speaking, just enjoying the coolness of the morning before the rest of the world began to awaken. Finally, I threw him a curious glare, which he returned. “Well?” He frowned. “Well, what?” “I know you didn’t come down here just to smell nature with me.” His frown deepened somewhat. I preferred it when we hadn’t been talking…if you could even call it talking. “No, I didn’t,” he confessed, sitting down heavily upon the layer of stone surrounding the elm. “And I certainly didn’t come down here to have you crack smart remarks at me.” “I prefer the term witty myself, but we’ll go with smart if that’s what you want.” He sighed loudly in an expression of annoyance, but I pretended not to notice. The two of us really hadn’t gotten along too well ever since…last year. And we had given up trying to make things work; partially because Sorr didn’t believe in me anymore, and partially because I just didn’t care. “You know that I don’t think you’re ready to serve the Order again,” he said after a pause, for of a statement than a question. I nodded. “Yeah, I know. Good thing for me you’re not a member of the Council then, isn’t it?” “Yes,” he admitted, staring at me with cold eyes. “Your visions haven’t stopped, have they?” You could have saved me from this fate… “I’m controlling them,” I answered, keeping the voice I had heard in my sleep as far away from my thoughts as I could. “They’re less frequent than they were.” “Good.” There was another pause between us. I was getting somewhat tired of the lecture myself, but I somehow managed to hold my tongue and keep from saying anything that I would probably regret later. Then again, what did I possibly have to regret anymore? I had maxed out on my level of regret a long time ago. What was a snide comment compared to my past? “I’m worried about you, Creasy,” Sorr said at last, speaking before I could take back my decision. “I think that you need to confront him before you begin serving again.” I stared at him for a moment, not quite believing that he had actually had the guts to mention him to my face. “Excuse me?” I asked, suddenly feeling much more exposed than I typically like. “It’s the only way that you’ll ever be able to move on.” I exhaled the cool air, and then took a seat next to him. Half of me knew that he was speaking the truth, but at this point, the truth didn’t hold much meaning for me. “You’re lying to the Council.” His words hung in the air for a few moments, festering in the back of my mind. To my surprise, I was actually somewhat disturbed by the fact that I knew he was right. “These visions that you’re having,” Sorr continued, “…they’re not really visions, are they?” “They are what they are,” I replied simply. “And it’s my problem, Sorr; not yours. Mine.” “I know,” Sorr admitted reluctantly. “But, who knows? Maybe if you let me help me your problem would be easier.” I shrugged. “Maybe; maybe not. Now what do you want?” He stared at me for a few moments, his eyes familiar, yet different at the same time. I could see the friend in him; the part of him who only desired to assist me in getting past this new obstacle that stood in my way. It was the other part that shook me a little - a new look in his eyes that I had never seen before, mixed in with the familiarity. That was when I realized that not only had I changed, I was changing other people. It was a dim realization – the kind that doesn’t really hit you, just sort of lingers in the back of your brain for a while, barely out of reach. It was only for a moment, and then I tossed it aside out of habit. But it had grabbed my attention, and it would be back. Whether or not Sorr was experiencing the same thing I was, I didn’t know. But I know he felt something in that moment, because from then on he simply stared down at the ground beneath his feet, not looking me in the eye for the rest of the conversation. That didn’t much matter, as I was too ashamed to look at him much myself. “The Council has a task for you,” he said at long last, ending the temporary awkwardness. “I was sent to inform you as to the details, and report back whether or not you decide to accept it.” “What’s the job?” “Body guarding,” he replied. “There’s a royal family on the other side of the planet; their daughter needs protection from the Mandalorian raiders that have been springing up lately.” I raised an eyebrow in interest. “Mandalorians, eh?” I asked, and he nodded. “The bastards are killing children now?” “Threatening to kill, yes. They’re kidnapping children, Creasy; then they threaten to kill if their demands aren’t met. Your job is to protect the girl.” I didn’t exactly like it; I didn’t get along with children all that well. But that didn’t mean that I enjoyed the thought of having some Mandalorians kidnap and kill them; quite the contrary. Besides, at this point, one assignment was just about as good as the next one. “How long?” I asked. “Most likely, a number of months; at least until the family can round up the necessary amount of cash to move. Their plans are to transfer to Coruscant.” I nodded, exhaled loudly. What the hell? There wasn’t anything for me here anyway. “I’ll do it,” I said, committing myself with my word. Sorr slowly rose to his feet and began to walk away. The sun was up now, and the air had become warmer since we had started the conversation. “Creasy,” he said, halting and turning to face me. “Promise me that you’ll be careful.” I looked back at him, then turned and began walking the other way. “Goodbye, Sorr.” I didn’t deserve friendship. I didn’t deserve much of anything anymore. Thanks to all who comment! Obi-gone -----signature----- Jedi on Fire - http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27384416/p1/?0 View my profile to see my humorous poems Stop looking at my signature and go read my stories....please?
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KELIA Title: The Pretty in Pink Fan Fic Manager Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/31/07 12:56pm Subject: RE: Jedi on Fire - action/drama (based on Man on Fire) - update Aug. 30
	I wish Creasy would trust Sorr, and the council for that matter! Here he has one friend reaching out and he walks away I hope he manages to get along with this young girl he has to protect. While it was true that there wasn’t much in the physical realm that could cause me to be afraid, I drew the line at dead spirits trying to communicate with me and haunting my dreams. I wholeheartedly concur!! Great update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 NaNaWriMo Progress: 32,105
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Obi-gone Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 9/1/07 8:51am Subject: RE: Jedi on Fire - action/drama (based on Man on Fire) - update Aug. 30
	KELIA - Yeah...I think I'd probably draw the line at dead people, too. That's what makes this fic dark...and it will get darker. mwuahahha. Thanks for the comment. More soon...I'm about halfway through with the next update. Obi-gone -----signature----- Jedi on Fire - http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27384416/p1/?0 View my profile to see my humorous poems Stop looking at my signature and go read my stories....please?
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drevan1138 Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 9/14/07 1:26pm Subject: RE: Jedi on Fire - action/drama (based on Man on Fire) - update Aug. 30
	Great job with this. I don't have much time to comment, but I would love to be included on the PM list. -----signature----- KOTOR: Prelude to Darkness -Mandalorian War Saga Book Two- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/26795335/p1/ A Shared Vision -Mandalorian War Saga Book One- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25432310/p1/
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