as something to do over the summer to keep my brain active i've decided to write some fan fiction.
a pretty sad fan boy thing to do but its better than trying to think up something completely original to do
and its also going to have some artistic liscence in order to keep the story on track
also bear in mind that i haven't read all the previous expanded universe literature so somethings may not be in keeping with their stories
i am using the SW databank as a reference to try and keep as much to the stories of the main charaters as possible (death of chewbacca, anakin and Jaina Solo etc)
basically the premise is this
its set after the Yuuzahn vong invasion...the galaxy is in relative peace...
Luke Skywalker has passed away and become one with the force and sometimes confers with his son Ben....
the story revolves around a character who is gifted in the force but whos family were murdered in their home on Nar Shaddaa by slave traders as revenge for the character swindling them out of money
he gets his revenge but his force power and his hatred mean he starts having nightmares in which he is manipulated by a dark power
the jedi during this time are fractured and cast out by the people of the new republic after they were partially blamed for the war with the Yuuzahn vong
because of this..their power and influene is weakened and only Ben Skywalker and a small group of Jedi are left at the remains of the academy
the character mentioned earlier eventually comes across the lightsabre after it passes from person to person across the galaxy...he is fated to be united with the sabre essentially
the plot will revolve around him finding out the location of millions of battle droids that were hidden away on a remote planet after they were ordered to be shut down at the end of the clone wars
he takes command of the army and begins a reign of destruction across the galaxy with no-one left with enough power to stop him
Ben Skywalker calls on the help of his deceased father in a bid to stop the threat
thats the basic idea anyway....
shit innit?
still...keeps me occupied
due to the need for resources to rebuild the half destroyed galaxy ,mining begins on some of the few planets left untouched by the wars
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lol you think thats sad..... i wrote a star wars story in a test luckily nobody in my form knows much about SW so i got off lucky with my info and it was set a long long time before the films (round about mandalorian's peak of power)
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Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
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im writing some of the scenes that i have in my head first and will link them once ive got them down.
i am still trying to think up names for the man who is buying the lightsabre as i want him to have a background. he is going to be a collector of jedi and sith artifacts
im toying with the idea that he may have been planning on decieving the man who he was buying the weapon from and had other people from his organisation in the canteena...it is these people who get word to Ben Skywalker about Ovon
if anyone has any suggestions for names please feel free to contribute
here is the rough draft of the scene
The mos eisley canteena. A wise man once called it a “wretched hive of scum and villainy” and nothing much had changed since then. The same bizarre mix of alien species lurked in each dark corner of the packed bar. Violence is common place not just here but on Tatooine as a whole. Since Jabba the Hutt had been killed in a break out by Luke Skywalker and his rag tag bunch of rebels all those years ago, two organisations had fought for control of the smuggling ports on Tatooine. Talon Karrde and his semi legitimate intelligence gathering operations that served the New Republic with information. Not to be a man to keep all his eggs in one basket, Karrde had kept his control of smuggling operations by ensuring he had as little personal contact with those who could easily sense his deception. Namely the new Jedi Knights.
The other faction vying for control of the smuggling routes was the faction which was formerly run by Reelo Baruk. A powerful criminal kingpin who ran many illicit extortion businesses on Nar Shaddaa before his unfortunate demise at the hands of Kyle Katarn and Lando Callrissien. The organisation was taken over by Baruk’s son Neeros who has ran the business since then with an iron fist. Lately, however, the group have suffered many fatalities at the hands of what appears to be an assassin with the mysterious ability to disappear instantly and leave a trail of broken bodies behind him.
Representatives of each faction are in the canteena. Each eyeing the other up suspiciously and as a lone hooded figure enters and proceeds to the bar, he goes unnoticed.
“What can I get you?” the barman, of the Falleen species, a rare sight even here on Tatooine asked the young man standing at the bar.
“Water. In a clean glass” Ovon stated in an ominous tone
“You’re a little young to be in here aren’t you boy?”
Ovon turned to see a large Rodian standing before him.
“consider yourself lucky that I’m waiting for someone Rodian. Or else you would be dead before those words came out of your mouth” Ovon hissed at him before walking over to an empty table where a group of gambling Wookies had suddenly and inexplicably had the notion that leaving was in their best interests. Ovon sat down alone. He watched as brawl broke out and people were shot with blasters over minor bets and petty disputes. He waited until three two men walked in.
The two men met with another in a clear line of sight to Ovon’s table. He ensured clear vision of the gathering with his powers of manipulating the weak minded fools that gathered in the festering pit of drunkenness.
The men greeted each other with smiles
“So do you have it with you?” one said to the other two
“We do indeed” came the reply as the taller of the two men reached into his satchel and produced the lightsabre he had killed an innocent miner for.
“Excellent. It should made a fine addition to my museum” the lone man stated
As they discussed the weapon. And just before their discussion attracted some unwanted and violent attention from opportunistic thieves. The sabre flew out of the mans hand and landed on the table that Ovon was seated at. The bar went silent as many of the patrons knew that only a select few people had the ability to do what just happened in front of them
After a long pause Ovon Spoke
“Where did you get this weapon?”
“That’s not really your concern is it boy?” said the man who was to be buying the sabre
“I wasn’t speaking to you was I? Now, where did you get this weapon? Do not make me ask you a third time” Ovon was now getting angry.
“I bought it from a miner who was working on Endor” the tall gentlemen spoke nervously.
“I’m selling it as I have no use for it”
“Do you know what it even is?” asked Ovon impatiently.
“It’s a lightsabre” the man replied, sweat appearing on his brow
“This is not just any lightsabre” the weapon snapped into a bright red beam. The only man in the room besides Ovon who knew the importance of the blades colour was the man who intended on buying what he thought was just another Jedi lightsabre like the several he already owned
“IT…it can’t be” that very man said in total awe
“Indeed it is old man. This is the weapon of Darth Vader. The last of the sith lords. I shall be taking this weapon, that is, if you don’t mind.”
Ovon rose slowly from his seat. His face which had been obscured by shadow was now lit in red by the blade of the sabre. His eyes were fixed unflinchingly on the three men stood before him. The man who was to be buying the blade quickly reached for his blaster and as the other two men did the same, the bar erupted in chaos. The only thing visible through the crowd was a flashing red lightsabre. A fraction of a second later the light was gone. The canteena door was smashed off its hinges and the only sound was that of severed limbs dully thudding against the canteena floor. Ovon was gone, and the lightsabre had gone with him.
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