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He will when he gets around. I imagine he's sleeping off the stiffness from a three day's camp.
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Master Vrook + Master Kavar versus Dath Bane + Darth Bandon
Setting: Hoth during the time of KOTOR
Darth Bandon had been tracing the steps of the great Tulak Hord at his Master's request. He had went here for the holocron said of a place of ice and cold and where the hot springs blow. He had been walking for countless hours, trying to find a presence of the great Tulak Hord. As he was walking, he felt a strength in the force coming from his side and he instantly ran there. With his red blade gleaming, he stepped closer to the place where he felt the force. As he was walking there, he felt it move quickly, and so he followed it. The presence was getting stronger as he following it, and soon after he saw two Jedi step out onto the tundra of this barren wasteland.
Bandon yelled out to the two," What are you doing here Jedi?" The two Jedi stepped forward, revealing their faces. Bandon instantly noticed them as being Master Vrook and Master Kavar. Master Vrook answered," We are here to hunt down you and your companion. This place, Sith, will be your grave". Bandon was thrown back by their comment. What companion?
But before he could work it out, the two Jedi rushed at him, with their lightsabers ignited. Darth Bandon quickly ran away by using the force. He found himself constantly having to speed up because the two Jedi were gaining on him. Bandon made for the caves next to his route and ran with all his ability to the back. He quickly hid behind a nearby stalagmite and waited for them to come.
Vrook and Kavar walked in very caution, ready for anything. They walked to the back of the cave slowly, making sure not to miss the Sith. But then, the small ammount of light from the cave's entrance was blocked. Master Kavar and Vrook looked behind and saw a grotesque and disgruntled figure. The man they were looking at seemed to be incredibly strong and they sensed the Dark Side of the force in him. As they were lookig at this peculiar man, the man ignited his lightsaber and ran at them, letting his hatred take control for him.
As Darth Bane was charging the Jedi, Bandon saw his chance to defeat them. He came at Master Kavar and knocked him back with a force push before he closed in with his lightsaber. Bandon stabbed at Kavar while he was on the ground, but missed for Kavar jumped up and started to fight back. Master Kavar took advantage of his greatness with a lightsaber and kept Bandon on the defense.
Vrook had been able to get a edge on Bane it seemed, but Bane was able to push Vrook back. Vrook quickly started to fight again, now like a mad man. He constantly kept Bane guessing, quickly changing his style to throw off Bane. Bane came back by pushing the old Jedi Master out of the cave and onto the tundra.
Darth Bandon and Master Kavar were still battling in the cave, neither of them having a advantage.
I'll finsih it later.
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I await a conclusion. I don't think one has been done with Kavar. Good job so far though.
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yah.
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Kavar quickly jumped back and pushed Bandon into the nearest stalagmite. His push letf Bandon in a daze. Bandon thought of running away, but he noticed that Kavar was blocking his only way out. Kavar quickly closed in with his lightsaber twirling, ready to kill the weak Sith.
Vrook and Bane were battling outside and neither had a clear advantage. The old Jedi Master soon started falter from the powerful attacks pushed on him by Bane. He quickly noticed that he needed to end the combat quickly. He started to channel all his force energy into one attack.
As Bandon was playing dead, Kavar walked over to him, saber drawn. He noticed that this man was still alive and he started to pull back his saber to land the final blow, but he realized he was letting into his anger and put away his lightsaber." You should've killed me when you got the chance".
Vrook pushed Bandon back and knocked him to the ground. He was about to finish off this weak Sith, when he saw Bandon running out of the cavern with Kavar's limp body in hand. Vrook instantly forgot about Bane and ran at Bandon. He was in full rage now, and was using the darkside to attack Malak's apprentice. His attack was quick and precisive, wiht it cutting off the Sith's head.
Bane had gotten up and used the Jedi Master's rage to his benefit." Your friend was a coward. He didn't deserve to live". Vrook looked bakc over where he left the Sith Lord and he sprinted over to the Sith with rage flowing through him. Badnon stood ready for the attack, but also taunting the Jedi Master.
Vrook charged Bane and quickly ran at him. Bane went down on his knees and cut the Vrook's ankles. Vrook instantly fell over and Bane went over tofinsih him with obe simple thrust of his lightsaber. He pushed down his lgihtsaber, and that was the end of Jedi Master Vrook.
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Nice job. 
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Darth_Glentract
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This isn't exactly a story in the way we have seen so far in this thread. It is written by some buy(I will go get his name) in the Literature Forum. It is about what he thinks would be a good story in ep3.
(point of view: kotor 1 lightside, kotor 2 darkside)
Firstly, Revan in KOTOR 1 restored the Old Republic and flew far away to seek something.(He maybe in search for the Sith and is trying stop them.)
Then came the Exile from KOTOR 2 which stayed to wait for someone strong against him...and with the help of Visas Marr's force "seeing" she sence if to complete his domination he will have to end "the one",of corse the Exile will hunt Revan down...and so the Exile set sail and followed Revan's path.
Visas Marr's word of advice. "To end one great leader, blind his mind with power."
In KOTOR 3, the story begins 10 years after KOTOR 2. You are a student of a Jedi Master.
You read and hear a lot about the past of both fallen and redeemed Jedi...and so You secretly set sail with a group of companions(have them doing the research for the loss Jedi's) into the Unknown Space, Just like what the Exile did.
Sorry to ruin you guys' idea, but you, the curious Jedi found out that Revan did actually find the root of the Sith. But soon he came across the Exile. The Exile undeniably got slaughtered by Revan and Revan ended his life...Soon you will have to kill Revan (Lightside) or become like Revan (darkside).
The final fight will be you against the Exile. You win against the Exile, but it isn't by killing.
You were nearly killed by the Exile as we know a Young Jedi can't easily kill a sith lord right? But because of greed, the Exile over used the Dark Side of the Force he has just acquired and soon it caused him to go nearly insane.
And boom! He was disabled in the Force. Finally, the Exile realizes it wasn't by killing Revan to him save, he was "blind" by the greed to gain power and this caused him to end himself as Visas had said he would.
Soon you learn why they both did the same thing in search of Sith. One to destroy it, the other to gain it. So it's you, the person in KOTOR 3 to chose a path for the final end....
wow, looks like I'm writing a story, but you guys can totally disagree with it.
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The guy who wrote the above story is xeon_inc. He says he just wanted to post that one thing. Also, he is from Singapore and it was really hard to read so I translated it as best I could.
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No, no! Keep going - no one can tell you the outcome of your own work! The HELL with what we think - don't let public opinion get in the way of creativity. Besides, I like the idea. Keep going with it. I anticipate a conclusion, sir.
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I just found this on the net and I thought it is cool and I decided to post it. As far as I can tell, Obi-wan is being told to stop coming back to talk to the Luke.
Let Go
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~Let go~
The whisper wandered through the mists, the trees, barely there,
barely a presence; it was only the faintest of traces but Obi-Wan
heard it and he heard it again. ~Let go....~
He perched on a rock and sighed wearily, feeling the ache of the
passing years within every bone of his body. Rationally, Obi-Wan
knew he shouldn't be feeling this way. He'd been dead for a good
few years now and death was supposed to be release, relief, from
the physical suffering.
Yet the suffering hadn't ended, no, he had struggled with his
student, his near-protege, his redemption, for years. Yoda could
not have tamed Luke alone. Obi-Wan's presence was ultimately
necessary. The Force demanded it.
The Force.
"What is it you hear, Obi-Wan?" Yoda's sage voice sounded in his
ear, and he turned, and where before there had been emptiness,
Yoda's corporeal form appeared.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "Nothing. A whisper, perhaps. No more
than that." He paused, sighing again. "I am an old man, Master
Yoda, and wont to hear things."
"Perhaps," Yoda agreed. His ears crinkled inwards. "Perhaps it is
the calling you hear."
Obi-Wan stood up in denial, longing for the days when such a
gesture would have been made with youthful vigour. "No!" he
objected. "I cannot give in to the Force." He rejected the
possibility with every fibre of his soul - after all this time, how
could he simply cease to exist? The years, the agonising *years*
on Tattooine had all been in preparation for his death as he
watched over Luke.
"Hold too tight to your identity, do you," Yoda said softly, not
pressuring his old friend but offering advice, insight.
"My identity is all I have left," Obi-Wan returned. He spun,
trying to maintain a glare. "Where is Anakin? I am sure he would
provide a more friendly ear than you."
Yoda imitated a shrug. "He sought out Amidala. Found her, I
suspect."
A dark shadow crossed Obi-Wan's face. And again, ~Let go....~
"I cannot let go!" he protested. "Luke is still so young. And
where would I go, how can I...."
"Your master embraced the Force."
"My master is dead," Obi-Wan said with more than a trace of
bitterness. "He didn't even try to hold on to himself, no, one
visit was *all* I was granted by the great Qui-Gon Jinn before he
gave himself up to the energies. And do you know what he said to
me?"
But Yoda had disappeared.
Obi-Wan shook his head, feeling the anger quickly dissipate away.
He was one with the Light and Dark thoughts had no place here, they
were impossible to maintain, even if the hurt was as fresh as the
day it had taken place.
One visit from Qui-Gon after his death. And then nothing. Nothing
but the raging pain of loneliness, and yes, the anger at Qui-Gon
for letting go so easily. His soul ached.
Reality *shifted* around Obi-Wan and he found himself on a blue-
green planet whose name he never knew. It was a peaceful world, a
place Obi-Wan had never visited when he lived, but since his death,
he'd been drawn to it, or more specifically, drawn to a place. A
grove of trees, each one strong and tall, each one echoing with
Light tremors of the Force.
He felt at home here. And remembering the whispered warnings, he
wondered if *this* was the place where he was supposed to let go.
Obi-Wan had spent many months here in quiet meditation whilst Yoda
trained Luke. The feeling of helplessness as the galactic events
spiralled well beyond his control was somewhat diminished by the
peace of the trees.
~Let go....~
"I'm not ready," he challenged, somewhat defiantly. "If I go then
who will remember the Jedi as they were? I am the last who knows
of what we went through - I am the last who believes in
midichlorians!" Without him, all the knowledge would be lost. "I
cannot go," Obi-Wan said again.
~Does it matter?~ and Obi-Wan looked up, for the almost voice was
hauntingly familiar, and it made him pause. Did it matter? If he
released to the Force, if his knowledge was lost, what would
happen? Anakin was most likely already gone, for he hadn't
trained, and Yoda would not stay to mother Luke into true
Knighthood.
And if he, Obi-Wan stayed with Luke, the boy would never learn to
stand alone. Cycles, endless cycles of arguments, and who was to
say which was right and which was wrong? The voice of counsel had
long left Obi-Wan alone.
Obi-Wan sighed, this time in resignation, and noticed that the
trees were rippling fervently with blue energies. The Force had
never been so apparent to him before, so tangible, and as he
reached out, he saw the pale blue of his own fingers mesh with it.
The pull was undeniable, so strong, so frightening; Obi-Wan could
feel himself almost dissolving so he snatched his hand away in
denial.
~Obi-Wan...~ and this time, the whisper was no longer that of the
Force, but almost of a dearly departed one, someone who knew his
name. Obi-Wan stared at the glowing tree and as he did, he could
almost see a shape in it, a face, an arm extending synchronously
with the warm wisp of a smile.
~Let go.~
And Obi-Wan reached out and took that hand, its blue fusing with
his own blue, until the strands of energy that were the Force
became mixed together, every non-corporeal atom becoming mingled
with that of the tree. The Force entangled him, merged him with
what was already there, and in his last seconds of individual
consciousness, Obi-Wan recognised it.
"Master," he thought, the word coloured with love and in his mind
he heard a gentle chuckle, "My Obi-Wan..." and their reunion lasted
only moments, but an eternity in the Force, before consciousness
was lost and became nothing more than the molecules of two beings
forever intertwined in the great ribbons that bound the galaxy in
love and light.
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ALL, SAVE ONE
By: H. Handy
Gazing ahead, baking under the intense sunlight, and cloudless blue sky, Boba Fett studied his ship the Slave 1. Although it was not handsome by most standards, it was never the less a powerful vessel that had become an extension of himself.
Fett turned his attention back to the prisoner he was walking with, giving himself a mental kick for that basic mistake. If you don't cover all the basics, you deserve your fate. True, the current acquisition hadn't made any hostile or even defensive moves since Fett had captured him from this hellish planet, just over a standard hour ago. However, Fett noted to himself as he escorted his prisoner up Slave 1's ramp, it was not following those basics that had lead to many a former colleague's demise.
The interior of Slave 1 was cramped and sparsely furnished, with no decorations on the walls or clutter in the living areas. It was the way Fett wanted it, leaving no impressions of who he was or who he had been.
He gestured to one of his holding cells.
"In there," he said, his harsh mechanical voice leaving no room for discussion, and without a single word or complaint the prisoner complied. "It will be a three day trip to our destination. During that time, if you behave yourself, you will be allowed to move about down here freely. However, if you cause trouble," Fett paused for emphasis, "you will regret it."
"I understand," the acquisition responded simply.
As he looked down at the prisoner, Fett experienced a rare feeling of annoyance. He looked to be an older man in his later forties to early fifties, if Fett was to guess. His hair was a mixture of brown and grey with a neatly trimmed beard looking as if it didn't belong on his face. But it wasn't the appearance of this man that bothered Fett, it was that he didn't even know the bounty's name, or what this man had done to merit the swift and final justice of the Empire. Normally, under these circumstances, Fett wouldn't have taken such a bounty, but with the recent purchase of very expensive equipment for his ship and the high price on this individual's head, he had made a rare exception to his moral code. And why the Empire refused to reveal who the prisoner was, was a mystery in itself. You are being well paid, leave it at that. he told his conscious firmly. Turning back to the prisoner, he added. "If you need anything in addition to what is provided, inform me or one of my droids. If it is a final request within reason, I will try to provide it." The man simply nodded his understanding. As Fett turned and climbed up the ladder to his cockpit, he wondered, certainly not for the first time, about the oddities and complexities of the galaxy's many creatures, and in particular the creature in his holding cell right now.
The first two days of the trip were uneventful. The prisoner never asked for anything and wasn't aggressive in any way, thus few words were spoken between them. It was odd Fett noted, that the prisoner didn't seem troubled or even sad about his capture and impending death. Fett had to admit a grudging respect for the man. Not many sentients could boast having this much dignity while staring in the face of death.
On the third and final day of the journey, about four hours from their destination world of Rila Seven, the prisoner called for Boba Fett.
"You said you would grant me a last request."
"If it is within my power to do so," Fett replied. Here it comes. Fett thought, his respect for the man already wanning.
"It is," the man responded simply, "I want to talk to you."
At first Fett was caught off guard by this strange final request. Most captures asked for liquor, spice, or other such sins of the flesh.
"Don't bother wasting a last request on trying to bargain with me, it won't work, and I doubt you have the credits to pay me what the Empire is going to."
"No, that's not it at all." The capture shook his head in mild scolding, almost as if Fett himself was the one in the cell. "I just want to talk for a bit, and I want you to promise to listen."
"Fine." Fett replied shortly. In a strange way, Fett mused to himself, it would have been easier to just give the man intoxicants. "Go ahead."
"I want to know why. Why you feel you have to do this?"
Fett had heard that line used before, but decided to act out the part for the benefit of his capture. "They are paying me four hundred thousand credits for you, thats why."
"No, it's not the money, at least not the whole reason, or even the majority of it. There are far more profitable fields to enter into. Why this one?"
Fett gazed down at the prisoner, a sense of unrest stirring in his being. So it's not the old game, perhaps a new one then. "Because I can do it, because it has to be done, and because Justice needs to be served."
The prisoner rose gracefully from the hard bench he had been sitting on and slowly began to pace the length of the cell. "Who are you to decide who lives and who dies?"
"I am the one that caught you and put you in this cell." Fett retorted smugly.
"You're stalling," the capture replied.
"Fine, lets be done with this old man." Fett said, suddenly tired of the game. What right did this man have to question him. "I can judge because I serve the greater good. I serve society so that it can survive."
"Is society perfect?" the prisoner asked.
"Of course not." Fett replied, his throat becoming sore.
"Then you serve something imperfect, and if it is not balanced how can Justice truely be served?" the capture asked as he turned to face Fett.
"Do you know all the stories behind the faces you send to their deaths? Do you bother to find out why they have committed such acts?" the man continued. "How about you, Boba Fett, are you totally in balance?"
Fett stared at the man behind the forcefield, and it was a long time before he found his voice again. "No, I am not perfect, no man is. However, when atrocities have been committed, and the greater good can no longer exist in relative safety, then the evil must be eliminated."
"Why. Why not try to help evil to make it good again?" asked the bounty. "You are being naive, if you truely think that evil can be cleansed." Fett returned, a hint of contempt in his tone.
"Most would judge you as evil, do you think that you could not be saved?" the prisoner asked as he continued to pace the cell.
"I have nothing to be saved from, and I do not care how others view me." Fett countered harshly.
"What about after this existence? Do you care how you will be viewed then?" inquired the bounty.
"That is none of your business." Fett shot back. Stirrings of anger welled up within him.
"It is my last request," he reminded Fett.
Fett wanted the discussion to end, but this request was within reason, and thus he was honor bound to fulfil it now. With a flash of annoyance at the situation, he answered. "I hope that when I die, if there is anything at all after this existence, I will be judged fairly, with the same Justice I now serve." Fett growled.
"Never question the existence of life everlasting my son," the man gently replied.
The casual endearment from a condemned man angered Fett even more. "I am not your son."
The bounty ignored the comment and continued. "How can you say you judge fairly and hope to be judged fairly when you do not even know my name?"
The prisoner had stopped pacing and now stared at Fett. No, not at Fett but through him; through his mask, through his eyes and into his soul. It was a look Boba Fett would carry with him the remainder of his years.
"We will be dropping out of hyperspace soon. I suggest you get your thoughts and belongings in order," Fett said ending the discussion. He then turned and climbed the ladder to the cockpit, the prisoner's final questions lingering in mind, echoing his earlier misgivings. He had expected the bounty to cry out, demanding further discussion, but he did not.
"Get up," Fett commanded. "We're here."
Silently, the prisoner did so.
"In all my travels I can honestly say I have never met anyone like you," Fett said, his mechanical voice flavored with a hint of admiration. "I have considered your words. While I don't agree with everything you said, you do seem to serve your own Justice." Fett paused, hardly believing himself, what he was about to do. "I will not turn you in to the Empire, this time. You are free to go."
Fett moved his hand to release the controls that worked the forcefield.
"No need," the former prisoner said, and smiled.
To Fett's amazement the control panels flicked and the forcefield disengaged on its own. The old man then gathered his meager belongings together, and silently walked to the entrance ramp. Just outside the open ramp, the planet bustled with the noise and confusion of city spaceport life.
"Hold," Fett said, as the words flowed now unabated. "What is your name?"
"Obi-Wan Kenobi," the man replied, and without another word turned and walked away.
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Good stuff. Where'd you pick it up?
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yes. I would like to know aswell.
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you guy's want more
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Bring it on!
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Well than you shall have more!
Fire of Destiny.
The doors exploded inwards and the small band of renegades glanced up, suddenly frightened. Two black-cloaked figures stood tall, silhouetted by brilliant sunlight from beyond, from outside where the world was still a safe place to be.
In here, though, things were much different. This institution had already seen much chaos and violence; today, there would be more carnage and destruction. A small moan was heard.
The figures strode forward, lifting their weapons as the leader of the renegades held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "Wait," he said softly. There was no response. "I'm sure we can resolve this peacefully," he tried again. "Please listen - we did not wish to take this compound, only it was necessary...."
Not a word was heard from the potential attackers. Nothing changed; the sense of menace emanating from the pair was extraordinary. They advanced.
"We have to get out of here!" burst out one of the band, panicking at the threat. The man raced from the dais where he had been working and scrambled desperately for the only bare patch of ground in the large room. He threw back his head and began to descend quickly into the dirt.
He almost made it. Almost. Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, the chaos had begun. One of the dark figures seemed to fly across the room in a maelstrom of vengeance; the other attacked the group huddled around their leader. "Wait!" he tried again, this time desperately. "You don't understand what's going on here!"
One of the renegades trilled, it was an eerie, alien sound to which the attackers paid no attention. Another renegade lifted up an evil looking weapon and fired desperately. Every shot was easily deflected away.
"Ulysses, you have to do something!" screamed a young woman, her blonde hair flying. Her comrades were rushing towards the door, or towards the patch of earth, but each was easily dispatched. More weapons were produced but it seemed impossible to hit the attackers, who moved with a grace and agility unseen by anyone upon this world.
The stench of burning, of blood, began to fill the room. The screaming didn't stop as a few brave renegades from other levels of the building descended to help their comrades, only to discover an unstoppable force. They swarmed around the attackers yet were quickly murdered with almost a careless twist of a blade.
Finally, only the leader and his companion were left.
"Please," Ulysses tried again, interspersing his words with soft trilling. One of the attackers dashed around the room, too quickly for Ulysses to make out what he was doing. Above were the sounds of those too terrified to come down, but if they couldn't reach the earth, they could not escape. There were no exits from the compound, this being one of the more secure installations of the planetary government, which had recently been overtaken. Prisoners of war were also incarcerated above. "You are killing innocent people! Take me, I'm the one you want, I'm responsible for this all."
It seemed that finally, Ulysses was getting through. The menacing figure paused while his companion joined him. Neither spoke but everyone had the impression of communication between the pair. Their earlier moves had been as one.
One hooded attacker lifted a hand and the young woman found herself compelled to move forward, from where she had been protected. "Don't blame Ulysses," she said bravely. "It was my idea as well. Can't you understand why we did this? The Terrians are being destroyed, we had to do something!"
Her arm was gently taken and she shivered. She tried to see the face of her captor, wondering if she was getting through. "My name is True, I'm a human being, just like you are!" she tried desperately, knowing that the war so far had been Humans versus Terrians and the attackers were most definitely on the Human side.
~True~ - she heard an echo of her name and wondered if it was them or if it was Ulysses. She smiled bravely. "We will go with you now, just please, no more death."
The two aggressors exchanged hooded glances. One reached out to gently stroke her cheek, and the other...the other sliced her neatly in half.
"NO!" screamed Ulysses, as the love of his life died. He flew at the attackers, pulling a weapon from his pocket and blasting furiously. The shots were easily deflected as Ulysses desperately fired, he then lunged at them with his bare hands when the weapon was emptied. The two danced around him, not fighting back, almost as if they were waiting for something....
And as fast as they had entered, they were gone. Ulysses had only one moment to look at the carnage around him, to sink to his knees in grief, to realise that his cause to free the Terrians was lost, before the world exploded.
From the roaring flames the two figures burst outside, laughing, whooping, dancing away from the smoke. "What a rush!" the taller one shouted. In unison, they lifted their hoods, revealing two blonde heads. To the onlookers huddled in the corners of the streets, they seemed a pair of avenging angels.
The two men high-fived each other. Together they glanced at the ruined institution and laughed loudly. "You're lucky your countdown wasn't off," said the taller. His shorter companion gave him a hard look. "When have you ever known me to be wrong?"
"Yousa bombad Jedi!" came a voice familiar to both of them and the slightest of groans could be heard as they turned to face their companion. "Yousa saved all dese people!" Jar Jar gestured broadly to the streets about them, where the city's original inhabitants were once again free to roam.
Anakin Skywalker chuckled, still on a high. There was something so satisfying about seeing justice restored. And a battle like that, where they pushed their limits to the edge, knowing that if they were caught in the bomb blast they would be seriously hurt, gave him a huge burst of exhilaration and adrenaline. He wasn't in the mood to report to Chancellor Taggart, who had requested their assistance when the situation with the renegades turned nasty. He still wanted to...play.
A quick thought to his companion revealed the other man felt the same way. Anakin glanced at Jar Jar. "You like what we did?"
"Yeah, Ani!"
"Would you like to learn?" he offered, knowing that Jar Jar either wouldn't pick up on the taunt on his voice, or would ignore it.
Jar Jar nodded most enthusiastically and suddenly Anakin's fiery lightsaber was hurtling through the air towards him. He squeaked, ducking out of the way of the deadly blade and somehow managing to catch the handle, juggling it from one hand to another.
Anakin's companion, Jar Jar's adversary, advanced. A menacing gleam was in his eyes. Jar Jar warily held up the lightsaber, feeling a little uncomfortable. He hated it when his friends "played" with him. What made it worse was how much his friends enjoyed it. Still, he would never say anything, because if they abandoned him then he would truly have no one.
For a while, Jar Jar defended himself quite easily - a series of quick defensive motions seemmed to work. Then the attack became more aggressive. Jar Jar did his best but all too soon he was lying flat on his back in the dirt (which worried him - what if one of those creatures which travelled through the earth grabbed him?). The lightsaber was at his throat and Anakin was laughing.
"I give up," Jar Jar managed to squeak.
"Did you hear something, Anakin?"
"Not a word," came the nasty reply.
"It seems I have won this battle. What do you think I should do to the prisoner?"
Anakin surveyed Jar Jar, a wicked smile on his face. "Since he won't surrender..." He looked at his companion as Jar Jar once again desperately verbalised his submission.
"We could crush him,"
"Grind him into tiny pieces..."
The pair laughed at Jar Jar's expression; it was obviously an ongoing joke between them. Reluctantly, the lightsaber was withdrawn and hidden away. It was time to get serious.
A little girl with an arm full of flowers crept up to the two Jedi, a nervous smile on her face. "These are for you," she said, thrusting the flowers forward. "I want to say thank you for helping us."
Kind smiles appeared on the faces of the men and they bent down to the girl's level. They were used to this adoration, as Jedi, and exceptionally fine looking Jedi at that, it was no surprise that people often praised them. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed avenging angels they were.
"Thank you, young lady. And what is your name?"
"Ariel Martin, sir," she replied shyly. "My father is on the Committee."
"Ah, the Committee," repeated Anakin, laughing inside at the importance the girl attached to the world. These backwater planets were always full of inhabitants with delusions of grandeur. "We shall remember your kindness always, Ariel."
The little girl managed one more smile before she scurried back to join her friends. The Jedi arose. The mission to planet Gateneighn had been a complete success and now it was time to return to the Jedi Council and report.
"Coming, Ani?" asked his master.
"Yes, Obi-Wan," he replied.
They looked forward to their next mission.
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