The Dark Hope - Pre-Prequel Trilogy - Finished!

INTRODUCTION

It was May 1999, and we all know what we were doing. The Phantom Meance was out and we were all seeing it all day long. I walked out of the Cadillac Cinemas and thought that was one hell of a movie. George Lucus was back, and even though it wasn't what we were all used to, I thought it would do well at the Oscars the following year.

After the Academy Awards, I was clearly upset. WHY! Was the movie too short? Was it because it had too many effects? Was it because the acting was too damn good?

In anger and in total frustration, I began to write. I had been writing, for my own meditating leisure, for 10 years. My only audience was me, and my brother when he was in the service. But after I wrote one chapter, I was stunned. I wrote another chapter. Than another chapter. After six months, I wrote a SW story that I thought was unique and deserving. I called it "Daughters of the Dark Side", and a new saga was born. Problem was, I was too much of a coward to do anything with it.

Then in October 2000, I found theforce.net and the Fan Fiction boards. After reading some stories, I was hooked. And, I began to lose a little of my fear. Over the six months of writing before hand, I had created a history built around a single character, and decided that if I was going to write a story for this board, it was going to be THE first story. The story "Power" was posted, and now the rest is history. The 'Daughters' story was renamed 'The Sith Hunters', and all became clear.

This is the first story dealing if a theory. What if the Sith wanted to bring about The Choosen One in their own way? A mighty being powerful in the Force. And ultimatly the destroyer of Jedi. This is that story. An Alternative Universe and yet it isn't. Everything is based on SW fact, but with new characters and a tense story line. A dark story line. One that says this is not your parent's Star Wars. This, I hope, will be that story. And I hope you enjoy it.
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Get the low down on this story and it's sequel, The Fading Light at The Dark Hope Museum

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS MILD LANGUAGE AND VIOLENTLY DISCRIPTIVE SCENES THAT MAY BE UNSUITABLE FOR YOUNG POSTERS. THIS IS A PG-13 STORY. PARENTAL DISCRETION ASVISED.

And now, The Dark Hope.

 

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...........................

 

This takes place 22 years before the Phantom Meance.

CHAPTER 1.0

Victory.

After a thousand years of near extinction, forced sterilization, the slaughter of innocent, young and unborn children and defenseless females, Magus Prophet praised the Force; the Vhinech Order has defeated the ruiling majority species, the Vhinphyc. And now, full eradication of the arrogant, Force-less.....flith had begun. A long time ago, when he was a pup, and before he was a Study, he had in one mind that there was hope that the Vhinphyc could see the Vhinech not has genetic freaks of nature, but has equal beings who could offer unity and knowledge. He had hoped, through preaching and the occasional physical response to the Vhinphyc's 'cleansing' protocols that the Vhinphyc's pups and kits, children, would have learned from their Partners of Life, parents, mistakes. And that all would accept the Force not has a curse, but a blessing, and together the two races could find a cause to what made the Vhinech the way they were and prevent the psychotic breaks that plagued them.

Now, after years of war and feeling the Force's true power, Prophet does not care for one Vhinphyc life. They were all going to die, starting today. The slower, the more painful, the better.

 

He stood shirtless, allowing a group of Vhinech females to clean his wounds and apply tattooes of the names of the Vhinphyc he had recently slain in battle. He killed 25 today and personally lost count so long ago. He still had his lower body to decorate, if needed. The females began to clean the blood off his jet black horns, which like the demons Humans fantasize about pointed like daggers somewhat upward but with the right positioning of his head, a victim could see those horns pointing right at them.

And it produced fear.

Fear.

Prophet smiled, knowing that fear fueled him. Fueled the Force. When he smiled, the females cringed in fear. He looked at all 8 of them and on the outside there was nothing that linked them together at all. And that was the Vhinech's curse; they all appeared to be different species.

Prophet spoke, his deep, soft voice finding their hearts, "Do not fear me, my Vhinech. I will not harm you."

They smiled and continued to mark him, but Prophet could sense their uneasiness. And also the conflict within them to control themselves. At best, the females were suited for servitude and Givers of Life if they were fertile. And if they could find a capadable male to mate with. One who was the same species they represented.

Magus Prophet thought about the Vhinech's short exsistence that came about with the First Born; the first Vhinech on Vhanba over a thousand years ago. His name was Magus Vhinech, and he was treated like a animal in some labortory experiment. He came from Vhinphyc parents, but outside he appeared as a Human male. And worse, even if he was a plain, ordinary Vhinphyc, he was born with a overabundence of midi-chlorians. It made him a problem, but his uniqueness saved him from certain death. For Vhinphycs who use the Force were not to be trusted.

 

Soon, Magus Vhinech was not alone. More pups and kits were born. All did not look Vhinphyc. All could feel the Force. It was, and still is, a great scientific mystery. But to the First Born, he felt it was the Force trying to substitute a non-Force sensitive Vhinphyc for a more appealing visual; creatures from other worlds. Further, it was maybe the Force's will to replace the Vhinphyc as the dominate species on Vhanba. Maybe a race everyone could accept into the Republic, for which Vhanba was not part of. Whatever it was, it drove scientist to repropose that, in theory, ALL creatures were linked genetically in the universe and maybe the Force had somehow unlocked those genes. Hence, the many forms of the Vhinech.

But alas, the Vhinphyc were annoyed by such probing. They barred all outside scientist and any representitives of the Jedi Order, in which the Republic broke all offical ties with Vhanba and passed laws to prevent the Jedi to go to their world to investigate further. May be find the cause of all this.

Alas, Magus Vhinech was quickly silenced. His death became the battle cry for a few Vhinphyc, whose children were stripped from them because they too were different, and so took His name. The Vhinech People were born and war was declared. And for a thousand years, it was a great struggle. For the Vhinphyc had numbers, weapons and, biologically, one mind. Vhinech, however, possessed two brains and it was what their enemies and even their own feared the most. The brains thought independantly and actuallly had their own personalities; one of peace, harmony, and good, the other dark, deceitful and full of murderous hatred. Most newborn Vhinech died shortly after birth just by the simple fact that both minds went to war with one another. Some others would later in life sircome to madness and either became vegetables or psychopaths. Most found a neogoatiating control and live as long as they could. Others, a few like Magus Prophet, found absolute control. And a special select few, like himself, found something even better, taught to them by an outsider more than 8 years ago. Their Savior.

 

Up to that point in time, the war showed no real sign of ending and the Vhinphyc strong has ever. They had 5 million warriors and 20 million inhabitants at their disposal. They never left Vhanba; there wasn't a reason to. And when the war broke out, the government prevented all native Vhanbians from leaving. The Vhinech, with at best 50,000 capable fighters and a population of 300,000, were surely on the losing side. The Vhinphyc began a massive extinction protocol, and the true atrocities began.

Magus Prophet was finished and watched an old Vhinphyc female five him back his tunic. She had gave birth to a Vhinech, and swore allegence to them. She will be spared a death sentence, for they killed her only child after it's bith right before her very eyes. So she was all ready dead, for a Vhinphyc female can bare only one offspring in their lifetime; their curse and finally the Vhinphyc's downfall. And now they will cease to exsist, thanks to the Savior.

"Thank you, my Yaltma," said Prophet in praise.

"You are welcome, my Magus," she said with eyes casted downward.

The Vhinech were indeed near extinction not so long ago. With only 80,000 of them left ten years ago, it seemed a Vhinphyc victory was in the history books. Then he came. The Savior; one who would come from far away and defy all who opposed the Vhinech. He had seen enough, and began to teach five Vhinech how to use the Force properly. Magus Prophet, then Study Prophet, took that knowledge and purged all light from within himself. In doing so, he saw things more clearly. He could win the war.

 

With that, the Vhinech Order was born. In just 8 years of fighting back with full use of the Force, and some unusual tactical planning off planet, the Vhinech, with roughly 600,000 in number with 100,000 fighters available with more on the way thanks to expanded, protective mating practices, killed off millions and millions of Vhinphyc. Not including defectors, there were only 3 million Vhinphyc left.

With some time, it should hit zero.

A Vhinech Order warrior quickly walked in and said, "My Magus, the Savior has awakened from his tranc. He needs to see you."

Prophet frowned, and not because of the request by his Master, but the way it was delivered. "Why did he not summon me personally?"

"He is exhausted, my Magus, he could barely speak when I left him," he replied. His three eyestalks moved around, which annoyed Prophet. "It is urgent."

"Then take me to him."

And so, the warrior escorted the Magus away from his sanctuary and through the streets of Sesch, the capitol of Vhanba. Often times, Vhinech People clutched and grabbed for him, for they saw him has their salvation. The names of species these Vhinech represented began to enter Prophet's thought processes; Bith, Rodian, Human, Wookiee, Twi'lek, Thundarian, Sullustan, Abyssian, Bothan, Neimbodian. He had studied all known and not known records of beings in the galaxy. And knew them all. And yet, Magus Prophet never found out what species he was representing. And on other Vhinech, especially female, was compadable with him. Instinctively, that made him very mad. And more so, for the Vhinphyc in their killings probably slayed his mate some time ago.

Anger.

Anger fueled him greater than fear did. He would lose himself in his fury, and once took on 10 Vhinphyc by himself, all at once, and won without even getting a bruise. Anger gave him a dark aura, and he relished in them to the point of ectasy. And the blood of those he slain gave him euphoria. The look in their eyes. The feeling of watching what little Force they had evaporate has if it were air. Now that was true beauty.

 

Magus Prophet was shown to the capitol building and he proceeded inside. There, he walked past the other four Vhinech that achieved the rank of Magus;Novel, Rule, Parable, and Sight. They followed him, for he was the first to achieve the rank. The Vhinech Order ranking system was basically two teired; Study, student apprentce, and Magus, or master. Each Magus teach five Studys, in which that group turned around and trained fifty warriors, and so on. Eventually, and slowly to ensure proper training, developement and keep watchful eyes on ones with weak wills, a Study could become a Magus and a regular warrior Vhinech a Study. The system worked, for soon at least 20 of the 25 Studys were close to becoming Magus.

The Five reached the Premier's State Room and walked in. They saw the Savior, their Master(not Magus, for he insisted), standing on a balcony outside with his white hooded robe and his back turned to them. They all knew that each party was here. It was a matter of the Savior speaking first.

"I'm glad you are here," he said, back still turned."And proud of all you have accomplished in the name of justice. Magus Rule, what are the estimates on the Vhinphycs full extinction."

Magus Rule, a Caamasi-Vhinech, spoke,"Onec rebel resistence is eliminated, execution of all Vhinphyc will take approximately six months."

The Savior raised his head."You have one month."

The Five looked at each other. 3 million Vhinphyc in one month. Magus Prophet spoke. "Master, yyou summond us here, and you ask for an impossible task. Did you see something in the Lost?"

"I saw a lot of things, Prophet." Their Master sighed wearily. "Vhanba will be dead one month from now." The Vhinech in the room were appaled by the news. "Your emotions are justifiable, but work against us. We need options."

Magus Parable, a Tigress-Vhinech, spoke, her female voice harsh with growling sounds, "The Mersader Congoamerette still owes us for use of our warriors on their fraud expeditions. They have vessels to carry us all."

"Question is, will they?" The Savior put his hands behind his back. His black hands locked together. "Contact them and make arrangements. Novel, you will be in charge of organizing the people into evacuation parties. In about 2 weeks the others will feel the planet's dying breathe."

 

wow. WOW!

 

There was a unnerving silence in the room. Prophet could not believe it. After all they have fought for, the world was going to end. He spoke out in anger, "We are cursed! Can we not find any peace for those who wish it? Force be damned if it cannot save us."

The Savior turned around finally. He approached Prophet, the Vhinech far taller than he was, and said, "The Force will save us. In fact, it showed me the way to do so." That got all of his apprentices intrigued. He looked distant, trying to make what he saw appear before them all, it seemed. "My Studys, we have a greater purpose of exsistence in the galaxy. To bare witness to the end of all oppression, racisim, and war. To unite the people as one race. A Vhinech race. The oppertunity for that is now. And we will begin it all."

Magus Novel, a Twi'lek-Vhinech, said,"The Republic. We are going to war with the Republic."

The Savior nodded, and the Five looked at one another. The Galactic Republic, several thousand worlds strong and fleets of ships at their disposal. And the Jedi Order; 9,500 strong and more experienced in the Force than any 50 Vhinech put together.

Magus Sight, a Chandra-Fan-Vhinech, said,"The odds, Master, are too great to calculate. You have us fight a war we cannot win?"

The Savior regarded him."Sight, we just won a war we had no right in winning."

"True, but that is only due to your guidence. It may not be enough this time."

"And you are right,"he said. The Savior waved his hands out. "As I said, the Force showed me the way. I have the means to create the chemistry, but I need the catalyst." He closed his eyes and smiled."And SHE is the most beautiful creature of the Force that I have ever seen."

"She, Master," said Prophet. "A female?"

"Yes. A very powerful female. More powerful than you five. More powerful than me."

They looked stunned at him. Inspite of their growth in the Force, none of them came close to the Savior's power. He continued, "She is to rule the universe. It is her desiny to do so. But, she will rule it under Vhinech Order principles."

"And what is her name," asked Magus Rule.

"The Dark Hope."

Magus Prophet turned his head in confusion. "Master, that is not a name. It is more like a predictive title, like the Chosen One you taught us about. The One who will bring balance to the Force. She is more powerful than the One?"

"No," said the Savior. "In fact, I never heard of the term used before to describe someone in such contradictary fashion. However, the Dark Side is clear of the name, and her gender. And soon, who she really is, for she will come to us. And I have foreseen how."

The Savior viewed his 5 apprentices. "I have a plan to tie everything together. Listen carefully, and follow it to the letter. She is the key, and with her we will open the door to OUR universe."

Magus Prophet was all ready committed to the action, for his Master so far has not been wrong. But deep down inside him, he wanted to know everything about the Dark Hope. And instinctively, he wanted her;mind, body, and Force.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I will post Chapter 2 as soon as Chapter Six is written to paper. I hope you enjoyed the post so far. Please feel free to critcize the work. And tell your friends about this story.

There's a new threat in town. And it's the Vhinech Order. Join, or die.

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Well, hope I'm not as young anymore, so I'm allowed to read this story! Or, as you have charmingly put it, Casper, the story is suitable for me. Thanks a lot!
And I must confess the thing impressing me the most with your writing is your style. It's... flexible? free? Force, just can't find the proper word! You're quite different in every story, and at the same time there's some... signature, absolutely unique thing, like handwriting... I like it, so I'm reading! You see, if the choice is to die or to join you, I'd rather choose the latter, heh-heh! See you, Casper!

 

Thanks again, LJ. The 'join or die' phrase is refering to the Vhinech demanding that everyone follow their point of view. Not necessarily anything I was saying.

And I believe in diversity in story telling. One of the most annoying things I find in the newest Star Wars published novels is the one dimensionalay of thinking by the authors. Don't get me wrong, I like the stories. But the whole of the stories are drab to a degree. And nothing pissed me off more than Chewbacca getting killed off in the NJO series of books. I swear, somewhere down the road and if I have to resurrect Nadja Moranna to do it, there will be justice!!!!!!! The Vong better pray I don't bring her back!!!!!!!!!

Getting back at what's at hand, I like to express different lights if you will. A character with no picture to show what he/she looks like needs a identity. I actually loved it when Mara Jade was not seen. I let my imagination give me the visual. That's what I am trying to do here. The characters, the sights, all created by words, and seen by you with imagination.

Someday, with a digital camera or a scanner, I will provide folks with sketches of my characters if they want them. I'm not a bad artist.

 

It is everything I hoped for. So far. And I am sure it can only get better. Great work, Casper!

 

Oh boy! Djuva is here. Cool. Hey everybody new, check out her stories too. She post them constantly and is very, very good.

 

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CHAPTER TWO

It was spring time again across the Marymaine Plains of Alderaan. The snow drifts finally gave away to grassy fields which, in time, grow tall and green throughout the rolling hills. Wild banthas took their place amoung the wild animals and began to graze on what ever plant life managed to be around. Over time, the herd eventually would make their way around the glacier-formed rock formation known as Clyon Tower. The banthas, and the unusual rock formation and the fact that the composition type of the rock was found nowhere else within several thousand light years of it, was not the cheif reason why people came out here in the vast, largely uninhabited area in large numbers.

No, they came to say goodbye to Nadja Moranna, native born Jedi Master and champion of children and the innocent everywhere. Since her death high above Clyon Tower of natural causes 8 years ago, millions of beings have come from all over Alderaan and throughout the Republic to the marker that was raised there and the word written on it's side; all done by someone who could say he truly loved her.

For now though, it was still too early in the year for even small crowds. Whoever appeared, be it a friend, someone helped by Nadja either by her or her charities, it would be by chance, planning, or by a higher....Force.

So, Jedi Master Enothchild Sarch stood at Memory Ridge, which was the closes point, about 500 meters away, anyone could get to Clyon Tower because it was declared a planetary monument and hence protected. But one needed to be far away because the Tower was very tall and standing up close to it wouldn't do the sight justice, since Nadja's Jedi robe was up there for all to see as well. He looked on, and said out loud, "Why am I here?"

There was no answer. About one month ago, the Force urged him to come back here. At the time, Enothchild was 2000 kilometers to the north, having walked across Alderaan for the past 8 years. When Nadja, his Jedi Master and later his wife of 20 years, became one with the Force, he was more compelled to do that than go back to training Padawans or go back on active duty as the Jedi Order's Cheif Investigator. And so, he walked. And walked. After walking straight west for a few years, he went straight south. Then all points east, and lastly north. He met people, went and seen ancient places, and even discovered some new things for people to talk about.

Everywhere he went, Enothchild saw a little of Nadja there. She was Alderaan, and really it seemed Alderaan was her. Maybe his Vhinphyc natural tendencies to never leave ones home world had made it's way back into his Jedi thought processed, figuring that if he left Alderaan, he would never see it, or Nadja Moranna, again.

 

Or was he dwelling on his emotions. A Jedi's ally was the Force, specifically the Light Side. There, calm, peace and knowledge fueled it and a Jedi within those thought criteria was empowered. Acting on ones fear, anger, or despair lead one to the dark side. Once there, there was no turning back, for the dark side would coninue to add on to ones fear, anger, or despair and no one can come back from it.

Enothchild Sarch was confident that he was not becoming a Sith Lord. Just that he doesn't see how he could continue without Nadja at his side. With her gone, there was something missing. Something no one else could replace. But after 8 years, why did he felt compelled to come back here? What was the Force trying to tell him?

"Why am I here?" he asked outloud again.

"To shorten the distance to walk, I hope."

Enothchild turned around and his eyes caught sight of an old friend and mentor. "Nue!" He walked up to the old Jedi Knight and put a heavy hand on the Ithorian's shoulder. "What are you doing here?"

Nue Cadabel regarded his Vhinphyckian friend with his eyestalks and barely recognized him. Enothchild truly looked woolly like a bantha now with his hair grown out, with it's patches of color; brown, black, dark auburn, and brownish white. Of course, those horns of his certified the look. He said, to bring it all together, "I do not know. Honestly, I woke up yesterday at the Learning Center and I had to come. I am glad I did, for you are here, and I was worried about you. 8 years is a long time to stay out of touch."

Enothchild wanted to kick himself in the ass. Nue Cadabel was the on-again, off again headmaster of the Padawan Learning Center. It is the place where the first stage of training and careing of Padawan, before a Jedi Master takes one in. Nue was there when he was presented to the P.L.C. just after he was born. "I'm sorry, Nue. I was just taking a walk."

Nue looked him over again, then sniffed and said, "That was some walk. I guess water was not in abundance in your travels."

"It was. I'm just in between baths."

"What, two years between." said Nue. Enothchild shook his head in amusement. Nue looked at Clyon Tower. "Seriously though, I was worried about you, boy. Master Yoda assured me you were well, but there is a lot of us that thought you were dead. A lot has happened since you seperated yourself from the Order. Have you kept up with current events?" Enothchild shook his head. "Then I have much to tell you."

"Then let's go to...," Enothchild paused for a moment. He wasn't all too sure what to say. 'Our home', meaning his and Nadja's home, almost exhaled from his mouth. "Let's go to my home. It's not far from here."

Nue thumbed behind him. "I got a speeder half a kilometer back." He shook his head. "Damn nature laws. Don't they realize slow ones like me need repulsorcraft to get around in. It's a conspiracy."

"Unfortunatly, they have repulsor buggies here only during the warm months. You want me to carry you?"

The Ithorian Jedi turned to him and said, "You do and I will shave you bald." They both laughed, and so began the long, long only because Nue's specied was not known for swiftness, walk to the landspeeder.

 

The two ribbed each other constantly, thanks mostly to Nadja. Almost 20 years ago, during the MidRim Conflicts, Nadja lead a group of Jedi consisting of Enothchild, Nue, Jedi Master Plo Koon, Knight Jurivicious Pern(Nadja's last Padawan trained Knight), Ros Ofcheck(Enothchild's only trained Padawan learner), and Captain Glace Culot, a friend of Nadja's from the Republic Guard, to Dantooine to put a end to the whole sorry situation. They all became friends, and all seemed to take on her personality traits for awhile. To Republic Intellengence at the time, their group was known as Light Team Alpha. But thanks to Nadja and a very embrassing situation for everyone in the group, they became known as the Headbangers. With that, and after succeeding in their mission, Nadja turned it, a picture of all of them on a tunic, into the biggest buy-it-for-charity item ever seen in the galaxy, which wouldn't be topped until she released her book 'A Knight Is Born'. Kids on Alderaan still worship the Headbangers today, recognizing Enothchild and yelling ,"Headbangers 4 ever!"

As they walked, drove the speeder to Enothchild's home, and finally began to make the place relivable, Nue talked about a lot, which 2 items grabbed his interest. The first was shoking; 8 years ago, Yoda temporarily stepped down from his role of Senior Jedi Master on the Council to train a Padawan again in stage one developement. Once completed, he will resume his duties and have a Jedi Master take the Padawan on through the rest of his training. Yoda himself went out to the farthest reaches of the known galaxy and two months later, returnes with a Human baby. According to Nue, the little Master said it was the will of the Force that asked him to do it, and felt things were changing around them. Something was going to happen. Enothchild agreed with that assessment.

 

The second item was Vhanba, and why Nue was worried about him being dead. Almost one month ago, the Force-using Vhinech declared victory against the Vhinphyc, and have stated with no hesitation that all Vhinphyc were going to die. Also, they had asked the Republic to help them evacuate Vhanbe, for the planet was now dying. There was no evidence of that, and the Republic denied them any aide, for helping mass murderers was not very appealing.

However, the Mersader Conglamerette, headed by Republic war veterans like Cade Hooley, were suddenly very happy to help the cash strapped Vhinech. This drew the ire of the Trade Federation and once again the rival groups began to point fingers at each other. Now, Trade Federation battleships are blocking Mersader heavy destroyers from approaching Vhanba. And the Republic Navy, the fleet headed by Admiral Glace Culot, was there as well to make sure no one either side exchanged punches. It got even more complicated when the Vhinech told the Republic that they had Republic citizens that they had liberated from the Vhinphyc prisons or have kidnapped over the years, finally an admission of galactic crime on their part, and would kill them all if the Republic did not allow them to leave Vhanba. Currently, both the Republic and the so-called Vhinech Order have agreed to allow Republic diplomats to come to Vhanba, assess everything, and make a final decision. However, absolutely no Jedi within a parsec of the Vhanba system.

As the day drew to a end, Nue had to leave for Coruscant right away. Enothchild followed him out, and Nue asked him,"Can you do something for me?"

"Sure, Nue," said Enothchild.

"Don't do anything rash."

Now that puzzled Enothchild. What brought that up. "Okay."

"I mean it. If something, anything, comes up, call me."

"Okay. But I don't see myself doing anything for a while still."

Nue sighed, his double months providing it in stereo. "I hope you come back, Enothchild. There are many Padawans under my care that would benefit from you. A one time student of Nadja Moranna." He put a firm hand on the Jedi Master. "She would want you to move on, my friend. Don't isolate yourself, for you isolate her memory. And knowing her, she would say exposure is everything. For she was the strongest voice against the dark side. For the galaxy's sake, I hope you continue it."

"How? Nadja had experience the dark side first hand. And really I am not as imaginative as she in conveying the message."

Which was true. Nadja was the most controversial Jedi in history. She went to extremes, and sometimes went so far ha to humilate the ones that did wrong, and acting on situations where Council approval was needed. She one time lied to the Senate, telling everyone taht a deadly toxin was released in Senate House and that everyone had to strip naked for decomtamination. All to set up a law breaking senator into getting him arrested for holding sensitive documents stolen for him earlier in the day. Needless to say, her point was received.

"It doesn't need to be imaginative. In your case, to the point would work."

Enothchild nodded, then said, "I wonder why you are not a Jedi Master?"

"Just between you and me," said Nue, who moved in closer, "I wouldn't want to. Remember, I watched these Padawans grow up and boy even with all we teach them at the P.L.C, they run my slow ass ragged." He climbed into the speeder. "I seem to recall a very tall child who liked to headbutt everything." He stared at Enothchild ruefully. "I pitied Nadja for 5 seconds the day she picked you. Then afterwards, I pitied you."

"You senile, you old fart, I didn't headbutt everything, just the walls." They both laughed. "May the Force be with you, Nue."

Nue started the speeder and said, "May it be with us all." He hit the accelerator and took off towards Hyden, the nearest spaceport. In 7 hourss, he would be back on Coruscant, and teaching stage one Padawans about the Force.

 

Will post more in a little bit or by later tonight.

Headbangers 4 ever!

 

Great Sith, you write a lot! =)

Sorry about not replying for a while, I've real busy all weekend. Looking good so far. It's great to finally get a small glimpse into Vhinphyc and Vhinech society. Can't wait for more, dude!

 

There was a lot to think about. Enothchild walked back into the home, sat in his very comfortable rock chair, and stared at the fire burning in the fireplace, thinking about all he heard from Nue Cadabel. The Yoda situation was troublesome; the Master hadn't trained anyone in a 100 years. Going so far as stepping down from the Jedi Council to do it was not a good sign.

And maybe the Vhanba and the Vhinech Order was the reason. To Enothchild, he was never conflicted over the situation, for what his people were doing and what the Vhinech is doing now was absolutly wrong. To him, the galaxy at large and not as a part, was important and one person, even the supreme chancellor, didn't make the universe. Yoda would agree with him. Nadja too. And besides, Republic law prevented any Jedi to go to Vhanba. Which was violated 10 years ago, resulting in the death of Jurivicious Pern, Nadja's second and last Padawan. And the closest thing the two had to a child of their own.

Jury died one day before Nadja did. To say he had a bad week was an understatement. His wife. Their 'son'. Rod Ofcheck was a 'son', but not as close as Jury was. They had everything a family had, including squabbles. The last arguement between Enothchild and Jurivicious, however, was not one somebody would consider to be a family arguement.

Enothchild quickly shut it out. He didn't want to think about it. Not that. A Jedi was cursed by the fact that through training they could retain memories for a very long time and recall them at will. High stress situations, like combat or in this case a very emotionally charged arguement, was always the easiest ones to recall. Say a word related to the situation and it pops into ones memory cache.

I feel that you will. Long after I am gone.

Enothchild heard those words spoken by Nadja on Clyon Tower before she died. He was suddenly compelled to go to the door, open it, and look outside. He stared out into the cold darkness, using the Force to enhance his vision. There was nothing, not for 2 kilometers. The Tower could be seen from 5 kilcks away, but nothing was there.

"Why am I here," he asked again. No anwser. With that, he closed the door and called it a night.

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Will post Chapter 2.1 later tonight.

 

Yup, I write too damn much( ). I get a thought going, I got to put it on paper. So much for the prologues elimanating the heavy elements of the story. Oh well. Can't have everything go according to plan.

Time to let Sudafed in on Chap 2.

 

CHAPTER 2.1

"Enothchild."

He heard Nadja's voice echoing in his memories as he slept in bed. He felt her head rub against his neck. He felt her hands touch him, and her lips caress him. It felt so real.

And so did the rock that hit his thick skull. Clunk! It was a big rock.

"Sonuva-!" Enothchild sat straight up in bed. The rock was part of a rockwall that was built with the house. Somehow, it came out of the duraplast motar, which it wasn't supposed to do.

That's when he realized that he wasn't alone. Turning his attention towards the foot of the bed, he froze. He did not move. He did not breath. He did not think. For his beloved Nadja was here, looking at him in her Jedi robe.

"Nadja," he softly cried out.

"You must go to the Vhanba System," she said seriously.

He repeated her words as if haunted by them. "Vhanba System."

"Go. Now. Don't wait and don't tell anyone. You have very little time." She began to fade away.

"Nadja? NADJA!" he yelled out. Once again, she was gone. He found himself reaching up, and was relieved that the hairs he took from her to wear on his horns were still there. After her death, he split up the hairs evenly and wore them on each horn, having applied a bonding agent to them to prevent decay and careless removal.

After a moment, he looked at the rock, then looked at the spot where it came from. Then he felt the Force around him. Everything he bared witness to happened. And now why he felt compelled to come home made sense. Something big was going to happen on Vhanba. Something that will effect the Republic. Things all around him had new meaning and exsistence.

Enothchild Sarch stood up and said outloud, "There is a great disturbence in the Force."

 

He jumped into the shower first, then threw on his newly cleaned Jedi uniform and robe. Going to a large durasteel cabinet in the living room, he unlocked the complicated internal locking mechanism with the Force, bypassing the high eplosive charges. The cabinet opened, exposing all his Jedi Knight survival gear. He began to grab everything, storing them in concealing pockets. He then reached in and grabbed the single most deadly anti-personel weapon in the galaxy; his lightsabre.

The shaft of the sabre handle was twice the length of an average Jedi handle. His fighting style was two fold; basic blade rotation and ancient quarterstaffing aggressor. Even though he had only one blade, he would grip it at times like a staff at the handle, which seem to give his opponents in training sessions fits. If they pushed his blade away, Enothchild would go with it and provide some momentum and re-engage. In practice, there wasn't anyone he knew who ever countered it properly.

Except Nadja. He did it, and got a swift kick in the groin. Enothchild urainated blood for two days. And his voice was a little high in range just as long. She was unorthadox in everything. She was short and quick, and yet was a full blown clutch and grab fighter. And if physically maiming her own self was needed to win a fight, short of a coma or death, she would do it. In contrast, she taught him almost all speed fighting. Kind of unusual for a powerhouse like him to do crazy flips, handstands, cartwheels and constantly kept moving. But that was her whole point with him; the least expected. And either stop wars with a hard stare, which he has actually done, or finish battles quickly.

Enothchild inspected the lightsabre and ignited it. A pure white blade extended from the emitter. Shutting it off, he clipped the lightsabre to his belt. He walked out, locking the door and realized he didn't have a repulsorcraft to his name at the moment. He truly believed time was short, so he had no choice but to run. When he reached his natural top speed, he tapped the Force and everything around him became a blur. The wind around him cracked like thunder.

But he wasn't running towards Hyden. The spaceport was closed down there at this hour. He headed for Alderaan City; farther away, but had a 24 hour space port. With some luck, and he believed in luck, there had to be a ship there for hire. And a pilot who could fly it. And desperate enough to go on a suicide mission.

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END OF CHAPTER TWO.