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Before - Legends Vengeance is Mine (JA Horror) Updated April 13

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction- Before, Saga, and Beyond' started by JediKnightCorey, Mar 21, 2003.

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  1. JediKnightCorey

    JediKnightCorey Jedi Youngling

    Nov 30, 2002
    "What are you doing out of bed?"

    Obi-Wan Kenobi was leaning against the infirmary's wall, staring out of the window into Coruscant. At his Master's words, he turned his head slightly, but wouldn't meet his eyes. Qui-Gon's heart clenched at the tears he saw streaming down his apprentice's drawn cheeks. Without a word he guided the young man back to his bed and got him settled in, tucking the blankets in around his still-too-thin form.

    "It wasn't your fault," he said in a quiet voice, a statement he had spoken repeatedly to the boy for the last two days. "It was an accident."

    His words elicted no response, but the Master could see it in the depths of his padawan's blue eyes. He still blamed himself for Nedra's death. Knowing his padawan would not be able to sleep by himself with such a weight on his mind, Qui-Gon inserted a sleeping drug into the boy's liquid tube.

    Obi-Wan had contracted a deadly virus on their last mission. He had begun losing weight rapidly, sores started to appear on his body, and his temperature had skyrocketed. Nedra was the healer attending to him, doing everything from taking his blood to mopping his hot forehead with a cool rag.

    It was Obi-Wan's blood that had killed her. After drawing a fresh sample, she had accidently stuck herself with the needle. She had died within days from the same disease that had almost taken his padawan away from him. Now the boy blamed himself for her death.

    Deep down, he knew his padawan was aware that it was human error that had caused her death, not him. Yet the rational part of his mind was not functioning in the face of this loss of life. It would take a long time and many hours of tears and meditation to get him past this death.

    Qui-Gon ran his hand through his apprentice's ginger-colored hair. It was sticky and in clumps from the sweat that had formerly covered his forehead. Usually it was the padawan of the attending healer's job to keep patients clean, but Lingo hadn't been out of his quarters since his Master's passing.

    Wanting to do something to help as the boy slipped into unconsciousness, he exited the room and went in search of a padawan healer. He found a young girl fairly quickly, told her what he wanted to do, and asked her for a cool rag and a cleaning agent of some sort. The request seemed to frighten her.

    "Do... do you want me to do it?" she offered, her brown eyes huge and scared at even the thought of it.

    The Master nearly sighed. Nedra's death had scared most of the normally annoyingly proximal healers away from his padawan's side, especially the younger ones. "No, little one. Just fetch me what I need." Within moments she was back with a wet piece of cloth and a bottle of some type of cleaner. He nodded his thanks.

    As he made his way back to the room, the Jedi had an uneasy feeling in his gut that heightened when he saw that the door had been accessed and left standing wide open. He shifted the supplies into one hand, and let the other rest on his lightsaber as he entered.

    Lingo Y'dari stood facing the bed, his eyes blank and dead looking. It didn't appear that he was even breathing as he stared hard at Obi-Wan. Something about the way he was standing caused Qui-Gon's senses to become more on edge than he all ready was. The soft lighting of the infirmary cast an eerie yellowish glow about the room, reflecting off Lingo's short golden hair and making him shine like an angel.

    Or glow like a demon.

    "Can I help you, Padawan Y'dari?"

    No response. He didn't even turn his head to acknowledge that he had heard the older Jedi speak. Hands crossed in front of him, he looked straight ahead, not even blinking.

    "Are you all right?" he tried again, and got the same response... or lack of one. Worry tingled at his spine, and he took his comlink out of his robe. The boy obviously needed some sort of help.

    "Healer Jea? Send someone down here. Padawan Y'dari is down here, and I think..."

    The force sent warnings coursing through his blood in the form of adrenaline, and he looked up to see Lingo hurl himsel
  2. JediKnightCorey

    JediKnightCorey Jedi Youngling

    Nov 30, 2002
    Consciousness came slowly. In his drugged state, it made him a bit edgy to not immediately remember where he was and why he was there. When he finally did remember, he wished he could have just stayed asleep. He couldn't judge how long he had been asleep, or remember the moments before he had fallen asleep. Lingering at the back of his mind were the remnants of a nightmare, slowly fading as his fuzzy brain cleared.

    His hands went to his neck. It hurt. Not the soreness of a scratchy throat, but an ache that felt like he had been punched. He slowly massaged his entire neck, discovering many tender spots. In the reflection in the glass across from him, it was possible to make out his neck. It looked strange. Several dark colored spots made his neck appear dirty.

    "Don't rub it, padawan."

    Surprised, Obi-Wan saw his Master standing in the doorway studying him. He drew his hands from his neck, but continued to study it in the glass.

    "Is this a side effect of the medicine they're giving me?" he said, his words more heavily accented than usual.

    "No. I talked to Healer Jii. You seem to be more relaxed and rest better in your own bed, so she agreed to let us go back to our quarters when you're ready. However, you're to stay in bed for at least another week. We'll do exercises to build up your strength, but we'll take it slow. We don't want you to have a relapse."

    Qui-Gon's obvious dodge of the subject made him curious, but he didn't have enough energy to try to pull it out of him. And when his Master didn't want to talk about something, that was usually what he had to do. At times he had been accused of being downright nosy, but it was all in good fun.

    "I want to go home. I hate it here."

    Qui-Gon chuckled. "I thought you might feel that way. I'll get a healer to escort us down."

    Within a few moments an apprentice healer walked into the room, smiling and pushing a hover-bed in front of her. "Leaving so soon? Was the service that bad?"

    He grinned. "It's the food that kills me."

    They both realized the irony in that statement at the same time. The healer's smile faded and she didn't say another word as she helped Obi-Wan onto the hover-bed. She was arranging the sheets around him with special care, careful to insure the comfort of her patient, when Qui-Gon entered the room.

    The compassion of the healers never ceased to amaze him. In an enviroment in which it was considered weak to show emotion of any kind, the hearts of healers still remained soft and sensitive to the needs of others. The girl before him was a classic example of that serving heart. She finished arranging the blankets and fluffing his pillows, then smiled. "Ready?"

    "Do you have to ask?"

    Qui-Gon stood aside as she pushed Obi-Wan out the door. They passed the healer's station, where he was checked out and told that a healer would be down to see him once a day. The pair of Jedi were given a transmitter that, if activated, would send out an emergency call for healers. The elder was given instructions on how much medication to administer, and they were cleared to leave.

    Elena, who was the healer escorting them, chattered as they made thier way through the Temple halls. This was the part Obi-Wan hated the most. Coming out of the healer's on a holo-bed usually brought various reactions, ranging from sympathetic smiles to chuckling that he had once again spent time in the ward. This time was different. Many soft smiles were given, but no one dared laugh.

    It only took a few minutes to get to their quarters. As Qui-Gon entered the code to activate the door, a strange feeling came over him that he could only attribute to the force. He felt no danger, but there was definitely something strange going on. The door slid back into it's panel, and a rush of hot, rancid air greeted them.

    The healer wrinkled her nose. "What *is* that?"

    She pushed Obi-Wan in the door, where the heat and the smell were only worse. It was almost enough to make them gag. Qui-Gon found the heating controls. The therm-meter had been changed, it read one
  3. Arwen-Jade_Kenobi

    Arwen-Jade_Kenobi Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 9, 2002
    Did you repost this from the other thread? Just a bit confused...

    And yes...more!
  4. JediKnightCorey

    JediKnightCorey Jedi Youngling

    Nov 30, 2002
    Yes, I moved the story from the old thread to the new one, and I will continue it here. Expect a new post soon (probably tonight)!
  5. jacen200015

    jacen200015 Jedi Master star 4

    Jan 11, 2002
    Yuck!! *faints.*
  6. JediKnightCorey

    JediKnightCorey Jedi Youngling

    Nov 30, 2002
    jacen - Lol! Thanks!

    Here's the next part. Enjoy!!

    Love had always been strictly forbidden in the Jedi order.

    Though rare, it occasionally happened that two Jedi thought their love greater than the code and left the order. To prevent this from happening, if an attraction was discovered between two people it was quickly and severely punished, and the pair forbidden to have any contact with each other. Depending on the situation, it could be cause for being put on probation or expulsion from the Jedi order. Yet for some, it was still worth it if you found that special someone.

    Andri had grown up with Solomon, they had been best friends since they were small initiates. For years they had been there for each other, growing closer with each passing hour. They had been 16 when they had finally admitted they felt more than friendship. It had scared the pair, particularly Andri, and it had taken over a year for Solomon to show her that it was all right to feel that way. Now, six months later, the two were inseperable.

    That was why Obi-Wan was so surprised to see Andri enter his room alone.

    "Feeling better?" she asked.

    "Much," he said in his soft accent. "I don't understand why they won't let me out of this bed."

    Andri smiled sympathetically and brushed some hair out of his eyes. "You're due for a hair cut."

    Not for the first time, he thought that she was compassionate enough to make a great healer. Too bad she was the best female lightsaberest in the Temple. The Council had other plans for her.

    "Where's Sol? Usually we have to pry you two apart."

    "He'll be dropping by later... I hope."

    A chuckle escaped Obi-Wan's lips. The younger padawan stared at him. "What?"

    "I was just thinking he's probably not coming by to see me."

    She sighed. "It's not like that, Obi. He's concerned about you, but things have been hard lately. We think Master Roch is starting to suspect something. Lately he's kept Sol so busy we never have time to see each other. It's like he's purposely trying to keep us apart. I haven't been able to talk to him in over a week..." her voice trailed off.

    For a moment he didn't know what to say. He had known about Andri and Solomon's relationship for months, and had kept his mouth shut. It wasn't a good idea, and all involved knew it. Yet something about the mystery and element of danger in it had kept him from discouraging them from it in the beginning. And now it was too late for them to go back.

    "How's your lightsaber training coming?" he asked finally. "Is the Council going to move you up to division seven for this tournament?"

    He had hit on a safe subject that they both loved, and he knew it. They talked excitedly for a half hour until they were interrupted by a knock. Solomon walked in, and behind him was Bant, carrying a huge bouqet of colorful flowers that covered her face.

    "Bant, you didn't!" Obi-Wan said, a smile in his voice.

    "No, I didn't," said the small Calmarian gruffly. "These are from someone named Moltren."

    "I don't know who that is."

    "Well that makes two of us. Don't tell me you found a new best friend."

    "Never. Why don't you set those down?"

    "I would if I could see where to put them. A little help here, Sol?"

    Solomon didn't hear her. He had wrapped Andri in his arms and was holding her close. Obi-Wan got up and took the flowers from Bant, setting them on his desk. Bant helped him back into bed, arranging the blankets around his still-too-thin form. She turned around to chastise the pair of them for making him have to get up. Solomon grinned and apologized.

    The three of them sat down, Solomon taking Andri's hand in his.

    "Obi," he said in his deep, booming voice. "Tell me all about the blood thing."

    "Sol!" the two girls yelled at once.

    Obi-Wan grinned. It wasn't really his favorite subject, but Solomon loved that sort of thing. "We don't know, really. It wasn't human blood, they think it was from a pigwine."

    "Um, do they still think Lingo did?" Sol asked hesitantly.

    The other boy shook his head.
  7. Padawan_Jess_Kenobi

    Padawan_Jess_Kenobi Jedi Padawan star 4

    Nov 20, 2002
    Ooh, a fairly lighthearted post compared to the others! And no blood! 8-} Nice job with this. Interesting things you have put in. I'll be watching this fic. :D
  8. Ty-gon Jinn

    Ty-gon Jinn Jedi Padawan star 4

    Jan 12, 2000

    This could be very interesting... ;)
  9. Yodaminch

    Yodaminch Force Ghost star 6

    Mar 6, 2002
    freaky story. very well written.
  10. GenOochy

    GenOochy Jedi Master star 5

    Jan 8, 2003
  11. JediClare

    JediClare Jedi Padawan star 4

    Oct 8, 2001
    Very interesting. Creepy is right.

    Is it just me, or are the flowers from 'Moltren' a tad suspicious?
  12. Arwen-Jade_Kenobi

    Arwen-Jade_Kenobi Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 9, 2002
    Very Creepy. More soon, I'm getting the shivers here!
  13. SHADOW13

    SHADOW13 Jedi Youngling star 1

    Jan 20, 2003
    I wonder who sent theose flowers?

    Getting creepy
  14. JediKnightCorey

    JediKnightCorey Jedi Youngling

    Nov 30, 2002
    Padawan_Jess_Kenobi - There wasn't any blood, was there? I may have to fix that ;)

    Ty-gon Jinn - Interesting, and hopefully jump-you-outa-your-pants scary.

    yodaminch - Thank you! Freaky is what I'm going for.

    GenOochy - :D

    JediClare - I was hoping someone would catch onto that. Let's just say don't forget the flowers, they will play a part later.

    Arwen-Jade_Kenobi - This story gives me the shivers too. It's fun.

    SHADOW13 - First one to piece togethewr the clues as to who did send those flowers gets brownie points. Let's just say it's not who you might expect.

    Here's the next part. I'm a little nervous about posting it. It may be a little overdramatic. Constructive criticism is welcome!!

    The moonlight was shining softly, illuminating the entire room with waves of flourescant light. Nothing was moving except for the fast, silent footsteps of a six legged creature and the soft rising and falling of a boy's bare chest. The window was open, and a slight breeze blew through the room, tousling his ginger hair.

    Another presence in the room went unnoticed, even by the crawling insect. Its movements were almost non-existant as it stared at the sleeping young man. It was leaning against the cold steel wall, its robe drawn around it in such away that you couldn't make out it's features.

    Yet even without seeing it, you could tell the thing was evil. It's spirit seemed to take over the room in an invisible glow of red and grey. Chills up your spine was only part of it, it was like whatever the thing was had ahold of you. It's grip was colder than ice, it was like a frozen tundra of Hoth embedded inside you. In this thing, evil was in it's purest form.

    Lingo Y'Dari removed his hood.

    Off in some far realm of dreams, Obi-Wan Kenobi would be an easy prey. It would be so easy to draw his yellow lightsaber and run it through his chest. But no, such thoughts could not claim him, not yet. There were things worse than death. Before he was done, Kenobi would be begging him for death as an act of mercy.

    It was a strategy he had learned from his missions. Mad men were often geniuses. Thier plots often targeted not only the body, but the person's very soul and essence of being. That was his objective. Bodily pain could come later. For now, he would do everything in his power to hurt his heart, to make his whole life look so hopeless he would be tempted to take it himself.

    With a huge grin, he thought of the first blow he would deliver to Kenobi. It would come in the form of a petite blonde named Andri Jaboleu. She was a sweet little thing. Her chocolate brown eyes alone could make you melt into your shoes. Though he had always been seen as the Temple outcast, she had never said a harsh word to him. In fact, she had been the only one who had ever talked to him.

    Somehow, however, it didn't make him think twice about what he was going to do to her. He had no problems with her, but sometimes you had use people to achieve your own means. Andri was nothing more than a steeping stone for him to use to achieve his goals.

    He rose with finesse, and within seconds had diappeared from the room, leaving behind him only the nightmares that haunted Obi-Wan for the rest of the night.

    The morning came after what seemed like days, and Obi-Wan rolled himself out of bed, happy to escape the torture that unconsciousness had been. As he made his way to the fresher, something caught his eye. In the middle of his floor lay a Red Mina Bug.

    It had been frozen to death.


    I apologize for this post's length or lack thereof. I'll try to have a longer post up in the next few days.
  15. KatarnLead

    KatarnLead Jedi Youngling star 3

    Oct 5, 2002
    Ooh! Want more!!!
  16. Yodaminch

    Yodaminch Force Ghost star 6

    Mar 6, 2002
    Another spine chilling post.
  17. Padawan_Jess_Kenobi

    Padawan_Jess_Kenobi Jedi Padawan star 4

    Nov 20, 2002
    [face_shocked] Wow. Great post! Short, but it got the point across very *very* well. I have a feeling this is gonna be pretty dern scary. ;) Great job, again! I don't think any constructive critisicm (sp) is needed, you did very well on that post! :)
  18. Arwen-Jade_Kenobi

    Arwen-Jade_Kenobi Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 9, 2002
    ditto on Jess. Absoulutly thrilling!! I love horror fics, an added treat because there aren't many around

  19. Just_Jill

    Just_Jill Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 17, 2002
    Very interesting. He's really gone to the dark side, if he's willing to sacrifice someone who was nice to him. Sad days.

    Just Jill
  20. SHADOW13

    SHADOW13 Jedi Youngling star 1

    Jan 20, 2003
    Did Lingo send the flowers???
    I wonder about the bug?
  21. Ginger_Jedi

    Ginger_Jedi Jedi Knight star 6

    Jun 4, 2001
    Wow. I've only just started reading this but I am HOOKED :D Superb creepy storyline :) Can't wait for more :D
  22. JediKnightCorey

    JediKnightCorey Jedi Youngling

    Nov 30, 2002
    Thank you all for the replies!!


    Two Weeks Later...

    It was good to have things back to normal.

    After a week of bed rest, he had been allowed to get up, but he could do very little. Now he was finally out of his cramped flat that had become like a prison to him. He was on his way to the sparring hall.

    Though he had been forbidden to take place in the sparring, his Master had agreed to let him watch. Today's match would be an interesting one. It was between Andri and Garen, two of the best, with two completely different styles of combat. The taller, more powerful Garen would have to deal with the faster, slighter Andri.

    As he entered the room, he immediately spotted Solomon sitting in the front row, ready to cheer his best friend on. The older boy waved him to join the group of Andri's supporters.

    "They finally let you out," Solomon said as Obi-Wan sat down beside him.

    "I couldn't miss this. It's the best match up we've seen in awhile."

    "True. Andri's been pumped for this match all week. I hope she does well, Garen's good."

    "Good enough to beat Andri?"

    Solomon shrugged.

    A wild cheer rose up as the two padawans entered the sparring arena at the same time. The two boys stood and applauded, Sol whistling and shouting final wishes of luck. Master Windu, who was in the center of the room, held up his hand. The room immediately silenced.

    "Greetings," he said loud enough for the entire arena to hear him.

    From opposite corners, both Jedi moved to the center of the mat. They bowed low to each other, and then made eye contact as a sign of respect. Both were fighting nervous grins.


    As soon as the word came out of his mouth, both robes were removed at the exact same time and fluttered to the floor. An initiate came running out of the shadows and collected the cloths.


    Two lightsabers were quickly taken off of their clips. Both padawans assumed a combat stance, but neither one ignited thier blade. Master Windu moved to the corner of the room where he would referee the match. Two hover-cams were activated, and they flew to the center of the arena. They would tape the match for those who could not attend, and be used to review the fight in case of an illegal move.

    "Padawan Muln, Padawan Jaboleu, you are both on the seventh level of your lightsaber training. You may use fourth level katas to tenth level katas. Katas above or below that level will be counted as an illegal move and you will be disqualified immediately." He smiled. "May the force be with you, padawans."

    He raised his right hand, and two lightsabers, one green, one purple, ignited as one. Several seconds later his hand came down. Andri used the force to propel herself forward and flip over Garen's head, slashing with her lightsaber as she did. Garen parried, then spun away.

    The match had begun.

    The first moves of a lightsaber fight were always the sloppiest. The ones fighting had not yet attained a deep enough level of the force to let it control their every move, rather they controlled the move and used the force to enhance it. Often the outcome of a lightsaber fight was determined by who could fall the deepest into the force in the quickest amount of time.

    Garen stepped away from the first attack, and let the first wave of the force wash over his mind. It was like an old friend he welcomed back into himself. He centered himself and let yet another wave wash over him. He felt his conscious mind start to lose touch as he started to rely on the force to be all five of his senses.

    He felt, more than saw, Andri do the same. She had found her center and was rock steady in her will to win. This was going to be difficult match, indeed.

    He launched the first offensive of his own, using a tenth level kata to try to throw his opponent off balance. His movements were so graceful it could only be attributed to the force itself moving his body. His mind was no longer telling his body what to do.

    The two lightsaber were a blur of light as they struck, then parried, then twisted, t
  23. Ty-gon Jinn

    Ty-gon Jinn Jedi Padawan star 4

    Jan 12, 2000
    I know who sent the flowers! I know who sent the flowers! [/taunting]

    Sorry. :) Good post, JKC.
  24. Ginger_Jedi

    Ginger_Jedi Jedi Knight star 6

    Jun 4, 2001

    Another good post and what an ending!

    More soon please :D
  25. Yodaminch

    Yodaminch Force Ghost star 6

    Mar 6, 2002
    Wow another shocker. I hope she's alright though.
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