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Bright New Galaxy-Episode II Fallen Knight-Part 1

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction Stories--Classic JC Board (Reply-Only)' started by TJTarkin123, Feb 28, 2002.

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    TJTarkin123 Jedi Youngling

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    PROLOGUE

    Day stretched across the planet, but a shadow of misery was too strong to penetrate, even for the bright sun ahead.
    As Imperial-Class TIE-Fighters zipped out of the atmosphere towards the awaiting aerial battle above, two huge carriers set down upon the planets soft, grassy surface.
    As ready troops, dressed in Republic-Issue combat gear filed out of the huge carriers, followed by A-Class AT-AT walkers, their opposition prepared their defense across the grassy battlefield.
    Planet: Bastion. Enemy: Imperial Stormtroopers. Mission: Overtake city, overthrow leadership. Goal: Peace.
    Peace? Hubb Starhopper looked at the massive weapon in his, and every other troops hand. A F-3 Republic Issue Blaster Rifle. He looked across the giant battlefield at the Imperial troops who stood ready to defend what was left of their once powerful government. And he wondered for a moment why peace could only be accomplished by war.
    Sometimes peace can only be found on the other side of war, Hubb?s father had once said. Only now, as he looked out at the battlefield, did Hubb Starhopper realize how right the old man had been.
    This was necessary. Not only necessary, but also essential. The days of the Empire were over. They had been for decades. It was time to take what little power they had left and crush it. Only with all bodies working as a whole could the galaxy truly be at peace. Only when the worlds were as one could the Republic truly work.
    And if fighting, if war, if death was the cost of that unity, then so be it. One life was a small price to pay for peace and prosperity in this galaxy that had been plagued by war millennia.
    Hubb looked around at his fellow troops. Most of the Unification Brigade consisted of young men. Idealistic, cocky, and perhaps a bit stupid, but courageous. They were the post-Rebellion generation, intent on doing something that would make them heroes, as their parents had been.
    Hubb wasn?t sure who fired the first shot of the ground battle. Perhaps one of his comrades. Perhaps the enemy. Perhaps, he thought, even him. But soon all were firing. The blaster fire cast an eerie red and orange glow over the raging battle. Pulsating.
    Hubb wondered for a moment who was winning the battle. It was so blurry to him.
    A white armored attacker burst towards Hubb, and, in a blast of fire, crumbled to the ground right in front of the young man. It took a moment for Hubb to realize it had been he who had killed the man. He found himself wondering who the man was. If he had a family. A father and a mother.
    He shook the thoughts out of his mind.
    Ever slowly, the Imperial Defense Force was pushed back towards the walls of the capitol city. It was clear now who had the upper hand in the battle. That the Unification Brigade would secure their victory.
    As the forces neared the city gates, itching and eager for total conquest, Hubb?s ears began to vibrate with a sound that was not familiar to him. A humming. A faint burning smell filled the air, and as he turned, his eyes fell upon an awe-inspiring scene.
    Behind the strike force, a band of several robed figures, wielding the weapons of the Jedi Knights, stood at ready. Their laser swords were raised high in the air, an array of assorted hues.
    Hubb knew instantly who they were. He had heard rumors of a band of several Jedi Knights who had joined the cause, but until now, had had no proof that the rumors held any truth.
    There were possibly ten of them, give or take one or two, and Hubb did not recognize any of them as anyone of any importance. But a Jedi was a Jedi. He had no doubt each was powerful in the ways of the Force. And clearly they were an asset, if no essential, to the cause.
    The enemy fire caught Hubb off guard. The cynging blaster bolt caught him just above the knee. The heat from the laser cauterized the wound instantly, but the pain still burned fiercely. Momentarily, he succumbed to it and dropped to the ground.
    Immediately, two Imperial troops were on him, blue patched to represent leadership. The taller of t
     
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