Star Wars: Advent of Shadows - Updated 9/19/2011

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

I want more....

 

That's what she said.

 

More to come... I promise you...

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

I'm sorry. My summer is incredibly busy, but if it's any consolation, I got a big part of the next chapter done today. Hopefully it'll be done very soon.

 

To Tarrian: Read and find out!

 

Thanks for reading, ya'll. I appreciate it very, very much. Sadly, I write very, very slow, and I know that's lame, but it's just a long process for me, among a very, very busy summer.

 

 

Soon... more to come...

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

I sent out the latest part the other day to two readers who are checking it out. As soon as I get their feedback, it'll be here. I promise.

 

I'm glad you're interested though. Your main character, Taren, might be making an appearance a couple chapters down the road.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

so, when does her evil twin come into the picture?

Eventually. I don't want to spoil anything now. Read and find out, as famed author Robert Jordan would say. Anyway, here's something new...

 

Chapter Five: Beneath the Rain

 

Krystal took one last peek at the bustling crowds outside from within the polished glass shell of the Jedi Temple’s main turbolift. Adi-Wan Tinova’s celebration was the largest gathering seen on Coruscant in decades. The multitudes stretched out as far as the eye could see, waving their colored flags and banners, as the countless speeders sailing overhead added to the picturesque panorama. Fireworks punctuated the skyline with neon colors and live music added to the ambiance. The general liveliness of the celebration made her smile. It had been a memorable evening, but after several hours of standing atop on the balcony dais, she was eager to retire for the night.

 

She exited the lift, which deposited her in the immense wing which housed the members of the Jedi Council. Heading for the apartment she shared with her husband, Krystal strode down the hallway. As she keyed the door open, she was surprised to see that no lights were left on. She entered the foyer, calling out: “Ar-Pharazon?” but received no reply. She could not feel his presence near, as she often did. There were no signs of him, nor any indication as to his whereabouts, and considering it was a celebration for Adi-Wan taking place above, Ar-Pharazon would probably be anywhere but there. “I wonder where he ran off to,” she muttered aloud. Flipping on the main lights, she noticed something on a small table near the door. It was her comlink, which was part of a set; the other belonged to her husband. He had picked them up on a whim, probably because they were expensive, difficult to use and overly elaborate. And just small enough that they were easily forgotten.

 

Krystal held the comlink in her hand. After an instant, the slender cube-shaped device lit up and whirled with energy. It hovered upwards, meeting her at eye level, before beeping in sequence and quickly slowing to a halt – an indication that it was ready to transmit a communication.

 

“Ar-Pharazon, I’ve returned home and would like to see you.” So hurry up! she added in her mind.

 

The device beeped in affirmation and whirled wildly once more, before floating back into her hand, lifeless again.

 

“Well, that’s that,” she said, setting the device back down upon the table.

 

Once in the bedroom, Krystal speedily changed out of her dress and into a white silk nightgown. Within a few short minutes, she sat cross-legged in an ornate, high-backed wooden chair, thumbing through an oversized leather-bound edition of Joren Arden’s Fundamentals of Lightsaber Combat, which lay open on her knees. She had read it cover to cover more than a dozen times, but on each occasion, she gained new insight or rediscovered an obscure detail that made cracking open the tremendous volume well worth it. Immersing herself in the descriptions and diagrams of the various forms of lightsaber combat allowed her to ignore a great deal of the noise from the festivities above.

 

After a few moments, she flipped to the section focusing on Force-aided combat. Arden stressed that the powers of the Force were essential to lightsaber combat, or else saber fighting would be reduced to a futile and overly glorified sword play. However, much to her dismay, Krystal could find nothing that discussed Force lightning or the addition of elemental conjuration into one’s fighting style. Arden’s text mentioned seemingly everything known or worth mentioning, concerning saber combat. It surprised her. Nothing of the sort was even hinted at, not by Arden or the sources he cited and drew from. Is the notion really that crazy? Surely, someone has thought about this before.

 

Apparently not.

 

She could not help but think of Ar-Pharazon summoning the tiny globe flame in his hand, as he had done earlier that evening. He had appeared completely unaffected by it, and made it look effortless. Perhaps it was. But how?

 

Before long, she found herself squirming in her seat, a victim to her own wandering imagination. Not even her favorite book could hold her attention more than a few minutes, since she could not find the information she sought. That frustrated her. It seemed like Joren Arden was supposed to know everything about such things. She realized too that the sounds of mirth and laughter were starting to leak inside, making it even more difficult to focus on anything for long. There was no reason to carelessly slog further through Arden’s text, especially amidst seemingly perpetual distractions, so she gently closed the book and set it to the side. Also, she was getting tired.

 

She shut her eyes, and envisioned nonspecific Jedi knights, dashing to and fro with ignited lightsabers, protected by encompassing shields of fire, and calling down ice upon a droideka, literally freezing it in its tracks. It was like something from a dream. And the thought of dreaming made her even more tired. With eyes still closed, her head sagged down as she drifted into a light sleep.

 

After only a few minutes, she woke up to find raindrops beading up on the small glass window across from her. Rain had begun, and was apparently picking up fast. Unexpectedly, a deafening thunderclap boomed, totally overpowering the din outside followed by a continuous tapping sound as the rain began beating against the glass panes with greater intensity. She frowned, as she imagined the choking effect it would have on Adi-Wan’s celebration. It was unfortunate to conclude such a joyful occasion on such a sour note.

 

I will go to bed, she thought, realizing that it would be more comfortable sleeping on a feather mattress than upright in a chair. Hopefully, her husband would join her at some point. Hopefully. Rising from her seat, she smoothed out her white nightgown and then drew back the canopied bed’s curtains, before lying down and stretching out across the bed.

 

***

 

“Well done, Adi-Wan. I pray to the Force that you do not lead us headfirst into catastrophe. And if you do, may you have the decency to defer to greater men,” said Ar-Pharazon bitterly, raising his wine glass in a mocking fashion. Unseen and unheard, he was perched below the base of the highest tower of the Jedi Temple, in a small balcony unbeknownst to the majority of structure’s occupants, high above the ongoing celebration. Since dark clouds obscured the moon, he remained shrouded in twilight – which was much to his liking.

 

Thunder boomed high in the distant night sky, and Ar-Pharazon promptly responded by finishing his glass, to avoid watering down a twenty-year-old Tethan import, before the rain inevitably picked up. After all, it was a celebratory libation, because now along with Jidai Geki and Hale Akturus, the Wookiee Gantoris would sit in league with him upon the Jedi Council. Such a gain would prove tremendous in potentially stifling Adi-Wan, at least partially, in the days ahead. Ar-Pharazon was eager to meet with the Wookiee again, to better discuss the current shape of the Council – perhaps without the presence of Geki, who was more often than not prone to garrulous ramblings of little consequence.

 

After a minute or two, Ar-Pharazon felt the rain begin to fall. The cloudburst did not bother him because as it intensified, the vast ocean of people far below began stemming off into all directions, which effectively brought the evening’s festivities to a sudden conclusion. Impeccable timing, he thought, ecstatically. He watched for a few moments, as the music stopped and the fireworks ceased but before long, the rain quickly became a heavy downpour.

 

He retreated back within the Jedi Temple through a vacant storage alcove and made his way towards his apartment. As part of a shortcut, he slipped through a small open-roofed garden, where he grabbed a batch of funnel flowers. They were Krystal’s favorite, so he deemed them a fitting gift. Earlier in the evening she had sent him a transmission which he had ignored because he was with Gantoris, and now he intended to make it up to her.

 

Arriving at his door, he undid his boots, since they were completely soaked. He knew that if he waltzed in and tracked water all over the floor, nothing good would come of it. He entered his apartment with his boots in hand, setting the flowers on a mantle, before making his way through the entry foyer. He peeked into the bedroom. Even if he had not known that she would be there, Ar-Pharazon would have unconsciously felt his wife’s presence, as he did at that moment. She was there, all right, and now in the dark stillness of the night, punctuated only by the rain, he could hear her sort breathing. It seemed that he had managed to dawdle long enough for her to fall asleep. I might as well just go to bed, he thought.

 

He stepped back into the lit foyer where he undid his cuffs, before unlacing his shirt. Then he heard her voice.

 

“So there you are, Ar-Pharazon. And dare I ask – where have you been tonight?” Krystal, in her white silk nightgown, stood in the bedroom doorway with her arms crossed and a firm expression on her face.

 

Quickly he thought of something to say. “Is tonight not a celebration, Krissi? I’ve been among friends, for a celebratory drink and a short discussion of tonight’s affairs. When I received your message, I left shortly after. Besides, it’s not that late now. There’s still time for some fun.”

 

Krystal looked about to laugh, but was quickly able to suppress it. “Not the sort of fun you’re hoping for. Not now, anyway,” she added icily.

 

“Now you listen to me,” he said in quick reply. “I just got soaked, because I went out of my way to pick those – for you!” He fixed his eyes on the vase of funnel-flowers that was sitting atop the mantle. It seemed to him that bringing up the gift was the safest thing to say.

 

“Funnel flowers!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. She affectionately took his arm and cooed, “Well, how can I be upset now? She disappeared for a quick moment, and darted back into the bedroom.

 

“Where are you going now?” he asked, without any chance of receiving a reply.

 

Before long, she returned, brandishing a big wool towel. She draped it over his shoulder and pulled a chair towards him, before sitting him down.

 

“You’re all wet,” she said in a tone that was chiding, yet soft.

 

“So? I’m not too worried about it.” he managed to blurt out, before his face was covered in the towel. He could feel it rubbing across his eyes and mouth, effectively muting him. Maybe that was the idea. Then she ran the towel through his hair.

 

“You had to dry off sooner or later, Ar-Pharazon.” she said soothingly as she sat down on his lap. “And besides, I don’t want to get wet.”

 

He laughed in spite of himself. Still, it felt good to be dry again, and his wife’s presence was warming. No one had this effect on him except her, and after an entire day seemingly dedicated to Adi-Wan Tinova, he needed this. Besides, what sane man wouldn’t want her on his lap? Without any hesitation, he kissed his wife, thoroughly.

 

Afterwards, she twisted around and pinned her finger against his chest, authoritatively, and made her demand. “Honey, I want you to show me what you did with the fire, earlier tonight.” She paused for a moment, with her big blue eyes locked on his face, and altered her demand. “Actually, no. I want you to teach it to me. Tomorrow. Adi-Wan declared it a planetary holiday, so we have the entire day to ourselves.”

 

“All right,” he said. “I need no further persuasion.” He was surprised she waited as long as she did. She had obviously been enamored by it.

 

“Thank you,” she said, seeming relieved, before kissing him again.

 

“If only our dear students could see us now,” said Ar-Pharazon. “To see you, their fierce instructor, tamer than a kitten.”

 

“And you, dear, profound as ever,” she said sweetly. “With that goofy look on your face while I was drying your head with the towel.” Her grin nearly cut her face in half.

 

Ar-Pharazon could not help but laugh. It was a welcome change from the morose feelings about the new Grandmaster’s inauguration. Now, upon reflection, he regretted not returning sooner to be in her company. He would have to make it up to her. Tonight. Without further delay, Ar-Pharazon scooped Krystal up in his arms and carried her into their bedroom.

Edited March 21, 2012 by Guest

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Good chapter! I like the character development, but it was well balanced with Krystal's musings on Ar-Pharazon's more...abnormal abilities. Nothing to critique. This is very well done, and, as always, I'm looking forward to more.

 

Thank you. That's a very nice thing to say.

 

I forgot to mention it before, but I'm glad you caught the Black Clone nickname, because it's been my hope that people would catch, and appreciate, some of the "easter egg" type RP/Jnet references that I'm planning to put in the story. Sadly, there's not a ton of readers who might catch the more subtle ones, or the ones going back a few years. Hopefully you can, or KKVC too, if he sees this.

 

And BLCKCLONE. There's no good excuse if he didn't catch it.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Whoa.

 

I don't even know what to say. Those are a lot of quotes with my writing inside. I'll see what ATS says about this, since my work looks all tattered up, and kinda fattered up too, pre-edit. She's my safety net, since I'll likely screw things up.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

ATS sighting!

 

*Please post again we miss you*

 

MEGA-ÃœBER SECONDED That's the best idea I've heard in weeks. ATS, you're terrific. That was an excellent response.

 

Talk about the beta-reader really going to bat for ya.

 

I really try to be impartial and maintain a good attitude towards criticism, but I wasn't really sure what to think about some of Dartha's input, so I'm glad we've opened up the discussion. I really have to defer to ATS on most matters of grammar. However, I do want to weigh in.

 

As to the ”œaflame”

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

*gets shot and dies*

 

Which means what?

 

I was hoping for an intelligent rebuttal.

 

I thought you had some pretty good insights, and I was looking forward to further discussing them with you.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

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Can you name them all?

Edited September 20, 2009 by Guest

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Nope! Neither! Sasori and Anilara Starbane are both perfectly cool and awesome characters today, and someday might used, and actually probably will, but some of the characters on the big poster here date back at least as far as 2001. Some are somewhat contemporary, but you might have to do some homework on this. Some are also, very obscure and even minor characters, but no matter what, you're gonna have to think waaaaay back.

 

Clue: Smash Daisaku's bodyguard is in black. That bodyguard was an alias of a more prominent member of the site named Bishop of Battle.

 

Also, I reloaded the big pic as a png file, instead of a jpeg, and I went back and switched all the character pictures to png too. So, everyone's looking better. I gave Hale Akturus, newer, superior art as well.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Piccolo is not up there either, and that's not a slight against him or anything like that. He'll be included though. I have no doubt about that. It's just that he won't be included as those people in the ad poster.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Sorry if this is somewehere in here and I just didn't have the time to read every post, but is there a specific RP timeframe for this? Like, is it actually based on anything in the RP or just the characters? (And I did read the part about it including equal strength for both sides and equal numbers of chars and whatnot that was in the first post)

 

There isn't an RP timeline that will specifically overlap with the RP forum's story, as we know it based on what's happened there. There's too much stuff, and it's cluttered, and filled with boring characters and individual quests and boring overarching plots. This, here, is my story, but it will involve some things from the RP stories here. The characters are the same, but imported and fitted into this story. Effectively, it's my RP Alternate Universe. Here's what I said when I posted the first chapter, and it sums up a lot of what I'm doing.

 

Also, I should mention again that my story takes place within an alternative universe, different than the role-playing main story from this site, but featuring the characters we've all come to know and love, going back to 2002. I'm using some of the plots from RP, but mostly my own, and I'm taking alot of inspiration from Wheel of Time and some video games too. There's alot behind this.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Nope! Neither! Sasori and Anilara Starbane are both perfectly cool and awesome characters today, and someday might used, and actually probably will, but some of the characters on the big poster here date back at least as far as 2001. Some are somewhat contemporary, but you might have to do some homework on this. Some are also, very obscure and even minor characters, but no matter what, you're gonna have to think waaaaay back.

 

Clue: Smash Daisaku's bodyguard is in black. That bodyguard was an alias of a more prominent member of the site named Bishop of Battle.

 

Also, I reloaded the big pic as a png file, instead of a jpeg, and I went back and switched all the character pictures to png too. So, everyone's looking better. I gave Hale Akturus, newer, superior art as well.

 

Wasn't bishops character rhonin or something... damn, now I am going to have to look it up... Rivan... blah.

 

Ronet Farr.

 

Hey, Ben, where's the next chapter? You're overdue!

 

It should be any day. It turns out there was an e-mail mix up with my beta reader, ATS. It should be up ASAP. Sorry...

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

I have to admit that I'm in a sticky situation. ATS, who has beta'd for me, has seemingly vanished. I haven't had contact with her for well over a month. She hasn't replied to my e-mails or Facebook messages, and hasn't updated her Facebook in over a month. Tiana has helped me before, and has been great with helping me with character development, and but I also really need someone to help me tear the grammar and wording apart, and ATS had excelled at that. (Tiana, I didn't want to dump even more on you.) Anyway, in summary, ATS has effectively fallen off the face of the earth, and I need someone to step up. It's just a matter or helping me correct my wording usually, and to help me judge pictures, ideas of the story, themes, etc.

 

Any takers?

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

After much rigorous discernment, I have decided to make Amidala Skywalker my new beta-reader. Hopefully, the next part will be up before too awful long. Thanks for all of the offers, everyone. It's good to know that there are so many awesome people on this site. It was not an easy choice.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Sorry for the double post. Obviously, I want a fresh post for a new chapter. (Deal with it.)

 

Additionally, I apologize that this update took longer than usual, especially considering its size, but now with Ami's "betatastic" assistance, things should be back on track. I am eagerly hoping to be posting at a more frequent rate in the future and largely due to her top-notch contributions.

 

Chapter Six: Disposing of a Rat

 

Ominous pitch-blackness filled the durasteel jail cell, but Muclev the Hutt sat wide awake, staring into the dark with a sadistic smile on his fat, fleshy face. For five straight days he had remained locked away in a Republic prison, eagerly anticipating his pending release.

 

Muclev was a typical Hutt gangster, with a lengthy list of transgressions to his name. He was regarded highly in the lawless systems of Hutt Space, but in the Core Worlds, he was an unruly murderer, extortionist, and thief. His crimes, which seemingly ensured his damnation, also secured his salvation, since Republic Intelligence valued the information garnered through his illicit dealings. Finally, after many nights, a deal had been brokered; he would have freedom, in exchange for his knowledge. In the dark isolation, he laughed deeply, knowing that in mere days he would be lounging on Nal Hutta engorged with spice, wine and salted rancor meat. Food too, was on his mind, as it often was, but especially since his daily meal had not yet arrived. Food was almost as precious as freedom. Almost.

 

The pompous Hutt glanced up at the sound of footsteps approaching in the darkness of the hallway outside his cell. Try as he could, he could see nothing through the small hole in the durasteel door. The footsteps came to a halt, and Muclev grinned.

 

“About time!” the Hutt rumbled loudly, licking his large lips. He had grown fond of harassing the unlucky guards charged with the disgusting task of feeding him. “I have been granted amnesty and a full pardon for my crimes, and as such, I demand tastier provisions. Enough of this bantha slop!”

 

Suddenly, the door flew open, spilling a disconcerting flood of light into the Muclev’s eyesight. From upon his seat, he pulled himself up to see what was happening. As his distorted vision became more adjusted to the light, he hastily made out three figures in dark jumpsuits. Assassins!

 

“You!” he gasped out, in dreaded recognition. “Not who I expected.”

 

Before he could move, a gigantic syringe was plunged into his face. He felt tremendous amounts of pain wrack his body until the paralyzing poison sent him plunging into darkness. The last thing he felt before dying was one of the interlopers sawing through his thickened Hutt hide.

 

***

 

NEW CHARACTER:

 

 

Muclev the Hutt

Position: Gangster

Age: 724 Years

Species: Hutt

Edited March 21, 2012 by Guest

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

or did they put something inside of him? that would be an interesting development.....

 

Ben! where's the more you promised?

 

I'm working on it. I wish it was faster. Life is so busy sometimes. I'm sure you can relate.

 

How does this guy count as a new character if they just sawed into him? Wouldn't that kill him?

 

Well, he's not an old character.

 

More to come...

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Thanks, you two. I'm glad you're both reading. Both of your characters will be major players in this overall story. I'm really trying to write as much as possible, as soon as possible, but life has no qualms keeping me busy on a fairly frequent basis. I'll try and make Gantoris less nice.

 

Anyway, here's something new...

 

Chapter Seven: Practice and Patience

 

Leaping from platform to platform, Chazi fiercely strove forward, staying ahead of the blaster fire unleashed by her deadly opponent. The Force coursed through her body, allowing her to visualize her footwork slightly before placing her steps. She jumped from one landing to the next as a volley of shots threatened her, each landing seeming vastly higher than the last. Reaching the uppermost and final platform, she knew it was time to make her decision – to face her opponent or to flee through an opening in the ceiling, as she had done before. It was a dangerous decision, but she knew a Jedi would never flee.

 

“Enough running,” she murmured under her breath. She leaped and dove downward while igniting her lightsaber in mid air. She angled her body, spinning around toward her opponent, and landed squarely on her feet – her Jedi weapon ready for action.

 

All her focus was centered on her opponent, whose mounted wrist canons began firing again. Gripping her lightsaber with both hands, she charged forward. She stalwartly deflected one shot into the wall, then another, and then another. Before long, her exuberant blue blade was spinning before her, humming sweetly, punctuated by the noisy reverberations of the blaster bolts deflected into distant directions. Her rigorous training was paying off.

 

Chazi decided that it was time to finish what she had started. She continued forward, ever-determined, fending off the onslaught of blaster fire, maintaining a steady pace. When she was only a couple meters away, she launched her attack. In one swing, she deflected a single shot into her opponent’s durasteel visage. A bloom of fire spewed forth from that armored face. Then Chazi struck again, as hard as she ever had, delivering the final blow.

 

Victory!

 

Seeing that the deed was done, she deactivated her weapon as the impaled destroyer droid collapsed into pieces, falling with loud clangs onto the floor.

 

Chazi allowed herself a great sigh of relief, and her breathing grew heavier as the intensity of the battle faded away.

 

All of a sudden, something strong tugged at the back of her cloak. Spinning around, she found no one behind her. To her surprise, bright lights flickered on, filling the previously dim chamber. She glanced around and noticed two robed figures standing in the doorway. Guilt overcame her mind. She knew she was not supposed to be in the training facility without supervision. Then, the same invisible power that had pulled at her cloak quickly snatched the lightsaber out of her hand. As the figures approached, she recognized the man now clutching her weapon as Ar-Pharazon. A council member! How do I keep digging myself deeper? Her heart sank.

 

“I’ll be taking that!” he announced, gripping the lightsaber. His dark eyes focused on Chazi sternly. “So,” he said, with emphatic pause, pointing an accusatory finger with his free hand. “You’re the one who’s been sneaking around in here.”

 

“And what would a Padawan be doing in here without a master?” asked the lady standing next to him. Chazi knew her identity too, as she also sat upon the Jedi Council. It was Ar-Pharazon’s wife Krystal.

 

Chazi hastily gathered her thoughts. She hoped to get by with minimal chastisement. “No one was around,” she said, doing her best to project a calm demeanor. “And I’m not a Padawan. I’m a youngling.” She never liked admitting that. It angered her, but she was compelled to obey their questions, as they were both far stronger in the Force than she, and their ranks carried great honor. Chazi understood that to disobey a member of the Jedi Council was to quash any hope for future training.

 

Krystal’s eyes grew wide in surprise as she looked at the smoking heap decorating the floor. “A youngling did that, to a destroyer droid? That’s quite exceptional.”

 

“I did,” said Chazi. She was surprised by Krystal’s reaction. The woman did not seem upset. Ar-Pharazon, however, was another matter entirely.

 

“It’s also quite reckless,” added Ar-Pharazon with a scowl. “Not to mention dangerous. You could have been killed. They’re called destroyer droids for a reason. Did that ever occur to you?”

 

“It did,” she replied, not knowing what else to say. “But I overcame it.”

 

“Silence, girl.” That was his response. His voice reeked with contempt. “None of that is important now.”

 

Chazi stayed silent, merely trying to maintain her composure. She kept her face expressionless, in order to mask her frustration.

 

“Tell me your name,” Ar-Pharazon demanded.

 

“My name is Chazi,” she said.

 

“Chazi what?”

 

“Chazi Starkiller,” she replied.

 

“Then, Chazi Starkiller, tell me how old are you?” he demanded.

 

“Fourteen,” she said. “Almost fifteen.” Her face now reddened as she answered his questions. She felt very uncomfortable.

 

Ar-Pharazon was silent for a moment, deep in thought, but continued before too long. “Then why don’t you have a master?”

 

Chazi drew a deep breath before answering. “I suppose the Council does not deem me ready.” She ground her teeth. She did not care much for the man, who was quickly affirming his harsh reputation.

 

“Really?” said Krystal, who was still eyeing the damaged droid lying motionless on the floor. Her blue eyes beamed thoughtfully on Chazi. “Well, with the ability you’ve demonstrated today, I would say you are ready.”

 

Chazi blinked in surprise. “Thank you, Master.”

 

“I have the means to see that you are given a master by this week’s end,” said Krystal.

 

“Thank you again,” replied Chazi, grinning with nervous excitement. “I know that I am ready.”

 

“That is not for you to decide,” said Ar-Pharazon coldly. He finally eyed the wreckage of the destroyer droid, strewn about the floor. “The Jedi Council goes to great lengths to ensure that only those worthy are assigned to a master and the Council’s rules were not made to be broken.”

 

“Yes,” chimed in Krystal. “And your actions were a bit… shall we say excessive?” Her tone was much gentler than her husband’s. The woman wore serenity like a dress.

 

“I am truly sorry for this incident, but I know I’m ready,” said Chazi, admittedly.

 

“I just told you that that is not your place to decide!” Ar-Pharazon barked. “Do not make me tell you again!”

 

Chazi’s anger quickly turned to embarrassment. Her face reddened even more. She should have known to keep quiet.

 

“The important thing is that it won’t happen again,” said Krystal. “Am I correct in assuming that?”

 

Chazi nodded in acquiescence. “I will never set foot in here, until brought by a master, providing the Council sees me fit to receive one.”

 

“Then, I will forget this,” Krystal said sharply. “But if I hear even a whisper of it again, from anyone...” She did not need to even finish the sentence. Her message was more than made clear.

 

“Thank you,” Chazi said simply.

 

“What’s more important,” Ar-Pharazon said, “is what you do when you leave. I don’t want to see you holding a lightsaber, nor any other weapons. Moreover, if you so much as think about using the Force, I’ll see that you’re never given a master.”

 

“I understand, Master.” To Chazi’s surprise, she thought she could see what appeared to be the slightest beginnings of a smile on Ar-Pharazon’s typically cold face. It had only been there for a moment, and it seemed to be gone almost as soon as it appeared. Surely even Ar-Pharazon could smile. Then again, she thought, maybe not.

 

“Now then,” the man continued. “For the rest of the morning, we will be using this facility. Unless, of course, you have an objection?” he asked sarcastically. “If not, youngling, please feel free to take your leave.”

 

His words stung. “No objections, Master,” she said politely. It seemed like the safest thing to say. She gave a slight curtsy, and then made her way as quickly as she could to the door, keeping her eyes straight ahead. She had no intention of gazing upon Ar-Pharazon’s perpetual scowl any longer. She wasn’t sure which was worse: dodging lethal blaster fire from a destroyer droid or trying to fend off Ar-Pharazon’s interrogation. No Jedi trial could compete with this.

 

***

 

NEW CHARACTER:

 

 

Chazi Starkiller

Position: Youngling

Age: 14 Years

Species: Human

Edited March 21, 2012 by Guest

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Thanks both of you! I'm glad to see positive feedback. I'm working on the next section as we speak. I even got some more done today. I've been working a lot on "big picture" type stuff too lately, which I know doesn't exactly mean much to the readers now, but I have to dedicate time and energy to that too. I've got quite a bit planned, and I'm a stickler for continuity.

 

Yeah, I thought Chazi was perhaps overly formal in this part, since she was essentially "in trouble," and I promise that such formalities will melt away when she's in casual settings. That's for sure. I'll try to keep that in mind though. In general, would you have expected more sass? Would it have been better to have included more of her thoughts, which might run contrary with what she was saying, in order for her to avoid trouble?I guess it's fair to say that she's somewhat of a spark plug, so I should have tried to get her personality fleshed out more in a way that made that obvious.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Chapter Eight: A Matter of Concentration

 

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen a youngling with such tenacity,” muttered Ar-Pharazon, who surveyed the broken remains of the destroyer droid strewn about the training room’s durasteel floor. Abruptly, he thrust his hands out. The ruined scraps whirled about into the air and whipped around like a miniature twister. With an invisible push, he flung the pieces far off to the side, effectively clearing the center of the chamber.

 

He turned around, facing Krystal. Scanning her face, he thought he knew what she was thinking – likely the same thing he was thinking. “Or one quite so powerful.”

 

“Did you feel it?” asked Krystal. Excitement shone in her eyes. “There is tremendous strength in the girl.”

 

Ar-Pharazon nodded. “I felt it.”

 

“Well, I was beginning to wonder,” Krystal said with a measure of sarcasm. “You seemed far more interested in chiding her than anything else.”

 

“That’s fair,” he admitted. “Young Starkiller is more than aware of her power. She doesn’t need my affirmations. She needs discipline and obedience, and, dare I say, humility? For a Jedi, those are dangerous deficiencies.”

 

“I can see your point,” said Krystal. She paused, obviously pondering the matter intently. “But I think she needs training – and real training, not just the lessons from the youngling curriculum. Most of all, though, she needs a good master.”

 

“So, you intend to train her yourself?” asked Ar-Pharazon. It was obvious what Krystal was getting at.

 

“Of course. Who else would suffice?”

 

“Lei Kim Ness, perhaps?” Ar-Pharazon suggested, more to see his wife’s reaction than anything else. Krystal would not let the matter rest until Chazi was formally made her Padawan.

 

“Lei?” replied Krystal with a bemused look. “She is a powerful Jedi, but not the best fit for Chazi. I can better instruct her in saber combat. I’m certain of that. And now I’m invested in this. Surely the Council will see it.”

 

“No doubt they will,” said Ar-Pharazon. “Chazi will learn a great deal from you.”

 

“Thank you,” she said, smiling almost triumphantly. Krystal’s voice rang with excitement. “I’ve got a good feeling about the girl and I intend to bring this before the Council shortly. If Adi-Wan has major changes in store for the Order, it will be easier if I act right away.”

 

“That’s true. And I’m sure that they will defer to your judgment.”

 

“There’s no reason to think otherwise,” she confidently replied.

 

“Good, then,” he said. “I’m glad you’re content, but we came here for another reason.”

 

He remembered why they had come into the training facility in the first place. He planned to teach her a new ability – the power to shape the very Force itself into a flame. He had spent months with the technique, and was only now completely comfortable with it. Teaching it to someone else was an entirely different matter. He had a means to simply impart the lesson, however.

 

“This exercise will be easier if you maintain a clear mind,” he said. That was the easy part. He paused for a moment, taking a breath before adding what he really wanted to say. “However, I want to use a Force meld.” That was the tricky part.

 

Before she could react, he continued again. “It will be far easier if you can actually experience what I’m doing, rather than having me try to explain it to you.” It was simple enough, as he understood it, but he felt her apprehension. “Are you comfortable with that?”

 

“I am,” she replied, after a brief moment of hesitation. “If you, of course, are certain that you know what you are doing. Force melds are reputably dangerous and I’ve never taken part in one.”

 

“Well, having been in a few before, I assure you that everything will be fine. They require concentration and patience – essentially nothing different from any other Force exercise. They’re nothing that adept Force users, such as us, need shy away from. I too remember my hesitation when Hale first walked me through a meld, and we were linked with Geki too. That was far more complex than this would be and I was only a Jedi Knight back then. I promise you, Krystal, I can guide you through one if you trust me.” He knew what to expect, having been linked with other Jedi before, but describing that sensation with words was useless. The benefits though, were innumerable.

 

“I do,” she said, meeting his eyes. “I trust you.” A comforted smile appeared on her face.

 

“Good,” he said softly. “We’ll ease into it.” He closed his eyes. “The first thing that I’ll do is embrace the Force.” So he did, as he had done thousands of times before. He could feel the mystical power, like the heat of suns, softly beating down upon him. He took a deep breath and let the invisible energy flow around him and through him. “Now, prepare to grasp it too, but don’t – if that makes sense. Hold yourself on the very verge of the embrace.”

 

“All right,” she replied, sounding confused.

 

Opening his eyes, he looked at her face. It was the very portrait of serenity. Her eyes were closed, as she stood deep in thought, apparently ready to enter into the Force meld. If she had any worries, her concentration showed otherwise.

 

“In a moment I will reach out to you,” said Ar-Pharazon. “Stay open to the Force, but on the brink, and do not embrace. Not yet.” He took another deep breath, feeling the Force still whirling around him. He knew that Krystal must have felt it around him too, even if just a semblance of what he felt. He prepared to reach out and pull her in. “Get ready.” He looked at her again and clutched her hands with his own. She was concentrating deeply, as sweat beaded on her forehead. He was certain that any hesitancy she may have had had fled. He could feel that she was fully immersed in the exercise – as ready as she would ever be. “Now, open yourself to the Force.” he told her. “Grasp it!”

 

He could feel her immediate connection to the Force, as he would with any other Jedi in close proximity, but all of a sudden he felt a stronger, more intimate union with her. He reached out, with all his effort, and pulled her connection with the Force into his own. It was like pulling someone out of water. Immediately, emotion flooded into his mind, as if a great dam had burst. Her emotion. It felt like he was imagining it, but it was too real and vivid. The Force meld had taken, and he could feel his wife’s presence in a wholly new way.

 

***

 

Krystal knew nothing of what to expect until she was instantly aware of Ar-Pharazon, in the same way she was aware of her own emotions. She could sense his mind and thoughts. They were calm and cool and his temperament was logical, if not overly systematic. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than for her to succeed with the Force meld. She could feel his love, and intense focus, balancing the activity at hand with his newly enhanced sense of her too.

 

I promised you that everything would be fine, he said, like an imaginary voice in the back of her head, yet one that was very real.

 

You did, she thought. And you were right.

 

A strong sense of awe overcame her. She found that she could feel Ar-Pharazon’s body, similarly to how she could feel her own. They were standing, holding hands, and she could feel their embrace, as both herself and as him. Emotions flooded through her mind, and thus through Ar-Pharazon’s too. She knew that he could feel her intense determination to focus on the meld, while allowing the newfound sensations to resonate within her. She wanted to absorb as much as she could from the meld. It was a new level of existence, a new way to feel the world, and feel her husband too. It was irresistible, yet overwhelming. The immense reality that she was part of something greater, of tremendous power, and yet fragile, set in on her. She knew that Ar-Pharazon could feel her being overwhelmed, and it began to frustrate her, as she had promised to trust him.

 

As I said, this couldn’t have been explained. You had to experience it yourself. And don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.

 

I believe you. I’ve never trusted you more than I do right now. I feel so close to you. He felt cautious, and she did not understand why. The meld did not allow one to understand the other participant’s reasoning, but merely the specific emotions held at the time. Even so, she was delighted to feel protected. His concomitant presence was unbelievably reassuring. She felt tremendously close to him, as he seemingly recognized and received her every thought. He remained calm and collected, and through him, she began to as well.

 

“You’re doing very well,” Ar-Pharazon said aloud.

 

Krystal’s eyes opened and widened in surprise. She had almost forgotten conventional conversation, being so immersed in the Force meld.

 

If you’re able to maintain concentration, he thought. Don’t get swept away.

 

“I’m trying to stay focused,” Krystal said. But this is all so overwhelming. So drastically different than anything else.

 

“It is,” said Ar-Pharazon. At first. But you’re doing fine. “So, let’s keep going.”

 

For a moment, she only looked at him, still feeling awed by the entire experience. She was anxious to learn to conjure fire with the Force, but she was finding the meld to be an exciting distraction. She tried to regain her attention, and refocus her fluttering concentration, which turned out to be easier than she thought, since he remained so calm and collected. “All right,” she said. “Proceed.”

 

Ar-Pharazon released one of her hands and quickly took a step back. Don’t let go, though, he thought. Our meld will hold stronger.

 

With his newly freed hand, he channeled the small plume of flame, as she remembered seeing the night before on the balcony. Again, it sprang up from his palm. The flame leapt up, taller than before and grew brighter than she had originally recalled. After a few seconds, the fire disappeared. He made it look effortless.

 

Krystal immediately felt what he was doing and knew exactly how he was doing it. He was actually stirring up the air around his hand, heating it with the Force, and then maintaining it in place with a mental grasp. Despite never trying it herself, and only seeing it done once before, it made perfect, simple sense to her. There was nothing sinister about it either, unlike the infamous lightning attacks of the Sith. She felt how Ar-Pharazon managed to protect his hand with the Force too, in order to avoid burning himself. Krystal was nearly dumbfounded by how easy it seemed. Like with the Force meld, the fire was just a matter of concentration.

 

What a clever husband I have, she thought, immediately feeling his amusement following her reaction.

 

“You try it now,” he suggested.

 

“Gladly,” she said, with a brisk confidence. Extending her free hand, she replicated the same plume of fire without skipping a beat, and after a brief moment, it too quickly dissipated.

 

“Excellent,” said Ar-Pharazon. “You are a fast learner.”

 

“Thank you,” she said. “So, what now?”

 

“Now, Krystal,” he said, taking a deep breath. “We stop. We’re done.”

 

What? “Why are we stopping now, Ar-Pharazon?” Before receiving a response, Krystal could feel the meld speedily fading away. In mere seconds, the extrasensory awareness receded as the Force grasp that her husband had maintained quickly loosened. That loosening was the last thing she felt through him. After that, her mind and body, and her senses too, became her own once again. She might as well have been waking up from a dream. It was disorienting. She still felt the Force around her and her husband, but for the first frustrating time, it did not seem very extraordinary – in comparison to the intensity of the meld. “Why did we stop? That was incredible! I learned in mere seconds what would normally have taken countless lessons.”

 

“That’s precisely what you’ve done,” he said.

 

“But why did you have to break it off so suddenly?” she asked. “I was rather enjoying it.”

 

“And enjoying reading my mind too, I’m sure?” he inquired, smiling.

 

Krystal’s face went red.

 

“We attained what we set out to do,” said Ar-Pharazon, “and it’s not safe to push the limits. A Force meld creates a strong bond, but one capable of destroying both our minds, should we lose concentration or should the meld become unstable. It is wise to exit when the chance presents itself.”

 

“Were we in danger?” Krystal did not necessarily think so, but she trusted her husband – as trying as that could be sometimes.

 

“Perhaps not, but I don’t want to risk it,” he said. “It’s like flying through an asteroid field. For a time, it might be safe, but only with the strictest precaution, and before long, it’s best to get out before one strikes your ship.”

 

“So, it’s juggling fire?” she asked, managing a smile.

 

“You could say that,” he replied with an amused smile of his own. “But it is a dangerous balance.”

 

“Well, you learned to juggle fire,” she said. And now, so have I.

 

“Then perhaps someday I will learn to hold a meld indefinitely, without danger.” He gave her a stern look, which shifted into a grin. “But until that day comes, I won’t risk it. It’s not worth disintegrating our minds.”

 

“All right. I get your point.” Had she been in his position, she might not have stopped the meld so promptly, but she was cautious. She did after all gain the ability to conjure fire – for what that was worth. But the Force meld! Wow. The sensation was exhilarating and as indescribable as her husband had mentioned. Still holding one of his hands, she moved in closer. “Well, we’ve covered a lot this morning. Let’s go enjoy the rest of our free day. There is no need to spend it all indoors.”

 

“I couldn’t agree more,” said Ar-Pharazon.

Edited March 21, 2012 by Guest

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

First of all, I want to thank everyone that voted for my story in the 2009 Fanfic Awards. It feels good just to be nominated, but it feels truly great to take home the hardware, so to speak, and in three different categories too! So, thank you, for the following awards:

• Best Original Character: Ar-Pharazon (Jedi Master)
  Best Star Wars Fan Fiction: Star Wars: Advent of Shadows
  Best Story of 2009: Star Wars: Advent of Shadows

Like I said before, I think this is one of your best chapters yet.

 

Thank you very much, Ami. Writing about the Force meld proved challenging, so it took a while to get it wrapped up, and I was fairly nervous until it was finished, since I've never written about such an in-depth Force technique before. I wanted to make sure it sounded sharp. It was tough to work through, but I have to admit that it was fun too, and as I look at the chapter, I think it's my best too. Let me firmly promise that Force melds will be back. There's just too much potential with them to toss them aside now.

 

I should thank handofthrawn too, for suggesting the idea of Force melds as a way for Jedi to link together. It came up big.

 

Also, I'm working on the next part as we speak. I'll hopefully have it out sooner than later. Here's a little preview of what's ahead:

 

 

Taren Hornbeck

Position: Jedi Master/Prefect of the Jedi Temple

Age: 30 Years

Species: Human

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

*Crawls out of the swamps to actually post something*

 

Very good work, as always!

 

ANd I gotta say about Chazi--you nailed her square on the head, I think. I think her level of formality, articulation and nervousness were perfect for the kind of person she is. I think more sass would have made her just plain reckless. :3

 

Thank you, Chazi. I appreciate your kind words about this latest set of parts. It's good to know that you thought your character was spot on. It's tough to get it accurate, since it's been such a long time since many of these characters were around in the RP.

 

My character finally gets to show up! Yay! huzzah! so... what happened to Dakin, my friend? and are you going to bring the others in and when?

 

Thanks Taren! It's good to see you around here again. I intentionally posted that picture of your character, hoping it would be a magnet for a Taren siting. I guess it worked! Dakin is still around. She won't feature for a little while down the road, but she will be back. Tanya will be too. She's going to show up a few chapters later as well. I've got extensive plans for Dakin, Taren, and Tanya. I think you'll be surprised how some of them end up. It should be fun.

 

It's a wonderful story--you've heard my thoughts on the chapters repeatedly, so I have so little to say here, but I can only agree that it earned the awards. For one it's the only notable fic being updated regularly at the moment (HM) but it's well written, a bit like the golden days of fanfic with epic longform stories... but dare I say, a read of the likes rarely seen.

 

I see people who never post in fanfic crawl out from lurking to review it and it's earned those reviews, and those awards.

 

We all eagerly await the next chapter. Though you'd be hardpressed to outdo this one. Intimate, foreshadowing... both appealing to those who like romance and those who're just reading KNOWING AP's going to turn to the dark side at some time.

 

 

Thank you, Tiana. Your comments are always appreciated. One of the reasons why I know some people read my story is because of the inclusion of so many characters from the RP. So, this next chapter is going to be all about the Jedi Council, in its entirety. So, we're looking at twelve classic characters, all thrown into this one, big scene. Some of them we've seen in previous chapters, such as Hale Akturus and Jidai Geki, but some are new with this chapter, such as Taren and Vladimir Faust. Hopefully, it'll bring even more oldbies out of ”œthe lurk.”

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

As am I. I understand you have more pressing family commitment at the moment though Ben.

 

Yeah, I do.

 

I'm glad all of you are interested. I should be able to get back to work in just a couple more days. Though, just to throw it out there, I had a death in the family, and the funeral has been prolonged to aid family coming in from very long distances. That, and school, has dominated my schedule lately.

 

Life just loves putting up obstacles.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Ben, I think my favorite thing about this whole story is the intricacies of your character studies. You've really given a lot of thought to each individual character and writing from their perspective, rather than the omniscient third person, lends itself to reality of emotion in the narrative.

 

Well done, ol' chap.

 

Thank you, Jaina. Those character intricacies make writing this story a whole lot more fun. I want each character to have a great deal of personality and individual voice, to make each one as memorable as possible, while enhancing the various points of view that I use in each chapter.

 

Epic story man, I've read alot of it. Pretty sweet, I hope that once your life settles down again you can delight us with more.

 

I really appreciate the comments, Delta. Thanks for reading my story.

 

Taren is waiting for the next chapter!

 

AP! We need more story! i wanna know what you're planning for my character!

 

Then Taren's wait is over. I really apologize for that wait. I know it's been a while, but I've had an eventful few months behind me, with a busy summer, and it's great to finally be able to again focus on writing. For those that have followed my story, I am very grateful, and I promise to update as frequently as I possibly can.

 

So without further delay...

 

Chapter Nine: What the Future Holds

 

Dark stone walls reached up toward the lofty ceiling of the Room of a Thousand Fountains. An extensive network of long ramping catwalks, bridges, and twisting stairs wove impressively around the festooned gardens, connecting the ground level with the countless entrances to the expansive enclosure. Vines encircled the bright marble columns that ran alongside the paved paths throughout the ground level and supported the catwalks high above. Waterfalls flowed all along the outer walls, while fountains trickled perpetually in the center of a lush jungle of exotic plants, green trees, and rocky pools.

 

Peering down from a railed colonnade, Krystal could feel the serenity enveloping her as she savored the fresh aroma of blossoming flowers. For as long as she had been stationed on Coruscant, she sought the Room of a Thousand Fountains as a source of calm. However, she was not the only Jedi who sought calm amidst the fountains. She could see many others walking along the paths and sitting near the fountains. As a member of the Council, she had privileged access to a particular terrace which sat higher than the rest. She often wondered why it seemed she was the only one using it. Not that she was complaining.

 

Knowing she had a few spare moments, Krystal grasped the railing with her hands and closed her eyes. She felt completely at peace within the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

 

Embracing the Force, she fully experienced the rich scent of the flora and the purity of the flowing water. The intense serenity of the chamber became magnified. She basked in the warmth of the light side of the Force – a pure goodness that never needed renewal. It affirmed her and provided the tranquility she required as a Jedi. It was true inspiration, come alive.

 

Her mind was like a flower petal, floating upon the calmest sea. There was not the slightest semblance of turbulence or any indication of commotion. She was just adrift. Her mind focused considerably on the Force and the Jedi Order. She thought about her husband: his hopes, his dreams, and of their future together. She pondered the current events in the galaxy, and of Adi-Wan Tinova and the other members of the Jedi Council.

 

Several minutes passed before Krystal felt a familiar presence approaching. At that, she began to relinquish the sensation. She felt like she was washing ashore, and as she settled, her senses again centered on the sweet aroma of flowers. She took a deep breath.

 

“There you are,” said a voice that Krystal immediately recognized as Taren Hornbeck’s.

 

Krystal’s eyes opened as she relaxed her grip on the railing. She turned around slowly. “Good evening, Taren.”

 

As the Prefect, within the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, Taren Hornbeck was the second in authority to the Grandmaster. Outside the temple, Vladimir Faust was the second in authority, but Krystal preferred dealing with Taren, since they were old friends. Amusingly enough, Taren’s apparent insistence on upholding the dignity and traditions of her newfound office was usually enough to send Ar-Pharazon into a frenzy. Suppressing a smirk, she could hear her husband’s would-be rant. He considered Taren a glorified secretary – that, and nothing more. Krystal wished that he could see Taren now. She was a tall graceful woman, who wore her polished white cuirass, a symbol of her office. Most of her long red hair was worked into one thick braid. Her emerald eyes exhibited her confidence and dignity. Despite what Ar-Pharazon thought, for whatever dense reason, Taren was the very portrait of integrity. She was a fine Prefect of the Jedi Temple… Or even just glorified secretary.

 

Taren came to stand beside her, with her hands holding the railing. “Greetings, Krystal. I hope I have not interrupted you. I felt the Force stirring around you as I arrived.”

 

“Certainly not,” said Krystal reassuringly. “I’ve been anxious to speak with you. I was just passing the time.” It was always easy to pass time in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. “And there’s always time for good friends.”

 

“Thank you, Krystal. I’ve been anxious too,” said Taren. “And I wanted to let you know about some changes on the horizon.”

 

“Then I take it these changes concern either me or my husband?”

 

“These changes concern both of you. As we speak, Adi-Wan is meeting with Geki and your husband to discuss their new assignments. There is worry that that they’ll be less than enthusiastic about his decisions. That makes it sound extreme, but it certainly is not,” she hastily added. “Regardless, I felt it was important to speak to you. I think you’ll find these assignments more agreeable than your husband, at least initially. He’ll come around, I’m sure, but I wanted to tell you first.”

 

“Well, you’ve got me interested. So, tell me about these changes.”

 

“Adi-Wan plans to bolster the Jedi Academy on Merkava. He wants to drastically increase the number of Jedi training there. Plus, we think it’s beneficial for us to have a strong presence in the Mid-Rim.”

 

“As the only sitting Council member that has studied there, I’m fully supportive of better maintaining that academy. It’s no secret that enrollments are dwindling.”

 

“Adi-Wan considers it a valuable asset to the Order. He refuses to let it fall into decline.”

 

“I couldn’t agree more,” replied Krystal. “Adi-Wan had indicated previously that he has had plans for the academy, but I have not been told anything specific. How exactly do we fit into the picture?”

 

“We think the academy would profit from additional, highly qualified teachers, and you are a first-rate instructor of lightsaber combat. You will be a fine battlemaster for the academy. And since you’ve studied there before, you’ll be helpful to the new rector.”

 

“I appreciate the vote of confidence, Taren. This really sounds like a great assignment. But tell me, who do you have in mind for the rector?” Krystal had a perfect candidate in mind. Ar-Pharazon.

 

“We were thinking Ar-Pharazon,” replied Taren, unknowingly parallel with Krystal’s thoughts. “Adi-Wan wants a strong hand overseeing this academy.”

 

Krystal gave a sigh of relief. She was glad that Geki had not been chosen for the position. In her experience, he was one of the most meddlesome and cantankerous man in the known galaxy. Even though she had grown accustomed to ignoring his caterwauling, following his orders would not have been a treat. “I know that Ar-Pharazon will be a fine rector. Adi-Wan has made a good choice.”

 

“I agree, Krystal. But, we’re wondering what you’re husband will think. He and Adi-Wan have had their share of run-ins and disagreements, so we’re worried that Ar-Phrarazon will believe he’s being marooned to some far-flung place as punishment. That is certainly not what this is about.”

 

“I understand, and I’ll certainly talk with him. I’m sure we’ll have a very long chat about it before bed. But tell me too, what is Geki’s role in this? I don’t think the academy has the facilities that he would require.”

 

“You’re absolutely right, Krystal. The facilities aren’t adequate. But they will be. Adi-Wan wants Geki to design them. If he can’t initially use the facilities, he’ll at least have the satisfaction of salivating over them as they’re being built to his precise specifications. On top of that, Faust tells me that a large reservoir of Force energy has recently been uncovered. We think that all of that will make an enticing proposition for Geki. But we’re more worried about your husband.”

 

“Don’t worry about that, Taren.” She loved the academy, and was confident that Ar-Pharazon would too. Though he could be a stubborn one, she was sure he could be convinced. “I’m not worried at all. I can be awfully persuasive with my husband when I need to.”

 

Taren caught herself on the verge of laughter. “As I would imagine. And I appreciate that considerably. Though, there’s a bit more than just the relocation to Merkava.”

 

Krystal raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What else?”

 

“We were also hoping that your husband could take on an apprentice. It is a lot, but we know he’s more than capable.”

 

“Well, that might be harder to get him excited about. But as I said, I can be exceptionally persuasive.”

 

Taren smiled again, just barely managing to avoid laughter. “I don’t doubt that one bit, Krystal.”

 

“My husband is not quite as stubborn as you’d think. He won’t require much arm-twisting, because I’m confident he’ll know a good opportunity when it comes his way.”

 

“Good. Because Faust has assigned a young Jedi Knight named Barohm Zar to become Ar-Pharazon’s apprentice. I think they’ll get along very well. When Zar is not training with his lightsaber, he’s usually in the library. He’s a smart lad, but a bit brash, so we think he’d benefit from following your husband around, at least for a time.”

 

“I’m especially anxious to meet him, if he’s good with a lightsaber. Though, I must ask, speaking of apprentices and such–”

 

Taren immediately cut her off. “Yes, you’ve been assigned a Padwan, Krystal. I understand you’ve already requested one specifically. Does the name Chazi Starkiller ring a bell?”

 

Krystal was overjoyed. Her eyes widened, practically in disbelief. She had expressed her eagerness to receive Chazi as her Padawan, but had never been granted permission. “I was beginning to think it would never happen.”

 

“I see,” Taren said softly, almost sounding uncertain. “We have known for a while that you’ve been interested in taking Chazi on, but she is unique. Her Force sensitivity was discovered at a later age, and as you know, caution is always taken in such cases. Now, we believe she is ready. And since she was also born on Merkava, it seems appropriate for her to accompany you.”

 

“It seems that the stars are aligning,” replied Krystal, elated over the entire turn of events.

 

“Yes, and as cliché as it often sounds, I believe the Force is with us.”

 

Krystal laughed. Taren was taking after her old master, Hale Akturus, who recited that well-known expression frequently. “I am quite convinced that the Force is with us. I guess now we’ll see if Ar-Pharazon agrees.”

 

“That, Krystal, will be the real test.”

 

***

 

NEW CHARACTER:

 

 

Taren Hornbeck

Position: Jedi Master/Prefect of the Jedi Temple

Age: 30 Years

Species: Human

Edited March 21, 2012 by Guest

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Interesting addition, you got there. Very interesting. I"m a glorified secretary? I"ll bet I'm more important than that! So... does my "evil" twin get to show up sometime?

 

Eventually. Though, it's a long way off. There's plenty to do with regular Taren in the meantime.

 

Sorry for the extra long wait. I am apparently the world's slowest writer.

 

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Chapter Ten: Unexpected Opportunities

 

Emerging from an entrance high above, Chazi Starkiller looked over the vast, enclosed space that housed the main training facilities within the Jedi Temple. The enormous zone was laid out in an intricate grid of towering glass columns, each housing practice rooms of varying shapes and sizes. Small chambers were stacked atop larger ones, with paths and stairs winding in all directions, seemingly placed haphazardly; an impressive forest of glass structures. Eager to see what was happening below, Chazi hurried down a long curving stairwell.

 

When she finally reached the bottom, she found several pairs of jumpsuit-clad Jedi, flailing away at each other with lightsabers. Their movements and techniques were somewhat familiar, as Chazi had taken a fond interest in the art of fighting. She recognized characteristic elements from the Seven Forms of lightsaber combat, as she had tried incorporating them into her own practices. Many of the fighters were impressive, while others should have stuck with the basics of Shii-Cho. Chazi did her best not to laugh at many of the displays, seeing even remedial techniques performed poorly by students older than her. How some of these so-called fighters were allowed to wield actual lightsabers, while she was forbidden from keeping even a training saber, baffled her.

 

Chazi considered slipping into one of the empty training rooms, until something else grabbed her attention. A young Korun Jedi was about to initiate a familiar exercise in one of the training rooms. A wall-mounted blaster cannon would unleash volleys of shots at increasing frequencies directly at the combatant. Several targets on a distant wall, none bigger than a human hand, would light up in a random sequence. The object of the exercise was to deflect the oncoming blaster bolts at the lit targets. Catching blaster fire with a lightsaber was already complicated, but redirecting it toward specific targets made for a far more difficult challenge.

 

The cannon opened fire with its first volley toward the young combatant. Between each shot was a slight delay of one full second, which to Chazi, seemed like an eternity. How challenging could it be? she thought, while still anxious to see what the man could do. He rapidly moved his blue lightsaber with a flurry of twists and swipes, sending three bolts into their correct targets, while two others merely dissolved on the glass wall. Largely unimpressive. Chazi would have actually preferred that the blaster bolts been higher-powered. The fear of shattering a glass wall would have added a fun element to the exercise.

 

As the second volley began, the Korun completely missed the first shot, his luminous blue blade passing entirely above it. He connected with the next three, managing to strike two targets, but then the wall. Finally, he swung through the last shot too, striking only air.

 

“Ouch,” Chazi quietly muttered to herself. She imagined his inevitable frustration.

 

The third and most intense volley of shots commenced. The cannon fired so quickly that any pause between each bolt was basically unnoticeable. It allowed for minimal movement and was finished almost immediately after it began. To Chazi’s surprise, the Korun’s lightsaber connected with each bolt. It had not been as complete a victory as he had likely wanted. Only one shot struck the correct target, with three on the wrong targets and the last merely fizzling on the wall.

 

“Well, that was embarrassing,” Chazi declared to the large bearded man who had come up next to her. He was clearly one of the Jedi who came to watch over the daily practice exercises. At first he seemed to ignore her. “Six out of fifteen?” she scoffed. “I’ve seen other Knights score as high as nine or ten.”

 

The man looked down on her. “Is that so?” he asked. Chazi thought he sounded amused. His oversized grin was likely hiding laughter. “Do you think you could have fared better?”

 

“Against that? Sure.” Chazi immediately caught herself, realizing how boastful her tone likely sounded. “Probably,” she added, growing worried. The man’s intricate robe and sash seemed to indicate a rank in the hierarchy of the Jedi Order. It was a frightening realization. “With all due respect, I mean. Perhaps he needs better training, from a better instructor. He certainly looks capable enough.”

 

“I am his master, and as such I’m responsible for his training,” the man said irritably. “And I think he’s doing just fine.” The man’s eyes tightened in stern disapproval. “Speaking of masters, youngling, who is yours?”

 

Chazi froze. She wished she had an answer to give him.

 

“Speak up, girl,” he demanded. “To whom do I report your boastful insolence?”

 

It was not a boast, but a mere statement of fact. At least she thought so. She knew she could have beaten the man’s Padawan, given the chance. She was confident in her abilities. But that argument would have to wait. She needed to produce an answer now. Chazi half-opened her mouth, but quickly closed it again, still trying to think of what to say.

 

“I won’t ask politely next time,” the man added, rolling up his sleeves in order to appear intimidating. “Who is your master?”

 

“That would be me,” said a familiar woman's voice, fast approaching. “Chazi is my Padawan. Is there some sort of problem?” The woman was instantly recognizable as a member of the Jedi Council and a reputable saber combatant herself.

 

“Master Krystal!” Chazi declared, with a strong emphasis on her title. “There you are!” She could barely process Krystal’s words. My Padawan she said. Chazi was overjoyed.

 

“Ah, Master Krystal,” began the man. “It seems your new Padawan learner cannot manage three words without making a boast.”

 

“Is that so?” asked Krystal, who did not seem too troubled at the accusation. “Boasting is easy when no one expects you to follow through.”

 

“Precisely,” he said contently, nodding in agreement.

 

“So, let’s settle it,” said Krystal. “Chazi, prepare yourself. You’re going in.”

 

Chazi blinked in confusion. She was preparing herself for a punishment, not an opportunity. To her surprise, she stood on the verge of entering the training cell, licitly, for the very first time. All she knew now was that she had to do outdo the aggravated man’s Padawan.

 

“Master Krystal,” the man began, in protest, perhaps just as confused as Chazi. Whatever authority he possessed diminished considerably in the presence of a Master of the Jedi Council. “This is highly irregular. She is just a child.”

 

“Then you have nothing to fear,” spoke Krystal reassuringly. “Though I am quite confident in her abilities.”

 

“So be it!” said the man, precisely, obviously frustrated with his inability to change the situation.

 

“Are you ready, Chazi?” Krystal asked. “We don’t have all day,” she said, though there was no sting in her voice. She actually grinned, in apparent amusement. “So grab a lightsaber. Let’s see what you can do.”

 

“Yes, let’s,” Chazi said, but she sounded almost absentminded. This was all something she did not expect, though it was a cherished opportunity.

 

***

 

A small crowd of Jedi Knights gave way to Krystal as soon as they saw who she was, creating a space for her to stand next to the training chamber. She smiled warmly and nodded thanks, before directing her attention to her new Padawan. Nothing else mattered, since this was effectively the first opportunity to truly appraise Chazi’s skills. Despite her outward calm, Krystal possessed a heartfelt excitement. As her eyes caught her own reflection in the glass, she fondly remembered her own times inside the training cells. After a moment, she allowed the thoughts to fade and regained her focus on Chazi.

 

Krystal noticed sweat beading on Chazi's brow. Krystal hoped it was just effort, but she had to be sure. Without wasting time, she closed her eyes and embraced the Force. There were several Jedi in close proximity, but fortunately it did not take long to hone in on the familiar presence. Chazi’s exuberant confidence was like a bright light. It was easy to find, but within that steadfastness was also nervousness, which came as no surprise. Krystal thought that Chazi had a right to be nervous.

 

Opening her eyes, Krystal began her formal analysis. And now the fun begins.

 

Chazi took a stance with her feet apart, fists on hips, ready to ignite her lightsaber at the first sign of action. Such clunky form would have to be untaught entirely. It screamed confidence, but lacked any functional application.

 

Immediately, the wall-mounted cannon opened fire. Almost reflexively, Chazi ignited her green lightsaber, and with a fierce swing, effectively shunted the first blast back and toward the ceiling, directly into the center of the proper target. It was a perfectly placed shot. A moment later, she managed to deflect a second shot and then a third. While they were not as flawless as the first, they still struck their marks. A fourth shot was sent directly into the same target as the first, further smearing an already marred target. It was another perfect shot. Then, as the fifth shot fired, Chazi spun quickly, twirling briefly around, before connecting her green blade and the bolt of energy with a strong uppercut swing. For all its intensity, Chazi’s showy strike sent the blast soaring past its intended target, exploding on the wall instead. Chazi’s eyes dropped in embarrassment and a frustration-fed frown formed on her face.

 

Krystal sighed quietly. She wasn’t looking to dole out style points. She was looking for proper technique and seeing little. She sensed a lapse in Chazi’s concentration. It was no surprise. The girl needed to focus. Hopefully the second volley of shots would meet a more diligent girl, less concerned with a stylistic performance. “Come on, Chazi!” she uttered, leaning slightly against the glass wall with her hands. “I know you can do better.”

 

Krystal looked on as the blaster cannon fired five additional shots, more rapidly, allowing less time for overly elaborate mechanics. The first shot was met with a simple swipe, sending the bolt directly into the illuminated target. The second shot met her blade similarly, barely grazing the target. Krystal sensed a tense tightening of Chazi’s nerves, having almost missed the last mark. Then, she swung through the third shot, missing it entirely as it passed by her waist. She missed the fourth shot too, swinging low, but late. It exploded on her lower leg. Cringing in pain and having lost her footing, she collapsed to her knees with her hands supporting her upper body. Her lightsaber deactivated as it hit the floor, while the fifth shot sailed past her head, nearly grazing her face. It was a definite close call. Even a scaled down, low-energy shot would have bruised, if not damaged her face permanently. She quickly scooped up her lightsaber from the floor with a look of renewed determination on her face before climbing back to her feet.

 

The lights immediately dimmed inside the glass chamber, indicating that the practice exercise had concluded.

 

“Please!” yelled Chazi, to a silver plated bipedal droid that was manning the blaster cannon from behind the glass. “Let me try the third set.”

 

“You were struck down,” it replied, in typically solemn droid fashion. “For your own safety, such a mishap automatically concludes this exercise.”

 

“You sound as if it were dangerous,” replied Chazi defiantly. That response made Krystal want to bang her head into the glass. This girl has so much to learn.

 

“Only with Master Krystal’s consent can you complete this exercise,” said the droid.

 

Several Jedi automatically looked to Krystal for her decision. Faces that she did not recognize were genuinely interested in whether Chazi would be allowed to proceed. Krystal was not entirely sure herself. She hated to cave to a mentality that could be perceived as incensed childishness. She sensed no anger from Chazi; rather there was determination and firm resolve. Then again, Krystal was eager to teach her some humility. This instance would serve as a fine first lesson.

 

Weighing her options, Krystal caught a glimpse of a familiar face. It was the indignant, bearded Jedi Master from before. She was not sure who he was specifically, but she could read his satisfied grin. That settled it. Krystal nearly cracked a smile of her own. “Chazi may proceed. Let her face the third set.”

 

Chazi smiled brightly, as her green blade came back to life.

 

Krystal then focused her gaze to the others gathered around. They seemed satisfied with the decision. She redirected her attention back to Chazi. In truth, she sympathized with her. Somewhat. She knew that she would have been furious had she been denied the chance to finish the exercise. The inevitable lesson in humility would have to wait.

 

The lights within the glass chamber flickered on and one second later, the cannon fired upon Chazi with the quickest salvo yet. This time the five shots were so close together that anything faster would have been a continuous stream. With a few sudden quick wrist movements, Chazi managed to fend off all five shots. Without the Force, it would have been nearly impossible to follow each shot individually, but the issue was rendered moot. Four targets flared up perfectly in their centers, while a fifth was slightly scored just off its center. It was nearly perfect.

 

The group that was gathered around the glass cell erupted into applause. Despite her rocky start, young Chazi finished strong, and she managed to outscore the Korun, who was apparently nowhere to be found. Scanning the crowd quickly, Krystal could not find his Master either. They likely fled, in order to avoid the embarrassment of being beaten by such a youthful and virtually untrained Padawan.

 

Krystal made her way over to the entrance of the glass cell just as Chazi was emerging. Krystal was anxious to discuss the exercise and so much else, but decided to remain quiet, at least for a time. Chazi was officially her Padawan, and would be treated accordingly.

 

“And there you have it, Master Krystal,” she said awkwardly, yet excitedly, as if she were savoring the word Master for the very first time. “How did I do?”

 

“I think it went well. Your initial struggles gave way to a fantastic comeback as you regained your focus. However, it was quite far from you need to be.” The girl had good material in her, but her training had been postponed for too long. Bad habits had set in, which would require serious correction.

 

“I understand, Master,” replied Chazi, humbly. It felt genuine enough. “I’m anxious to learn.”

 

“Good,” replied Krystal. “There is much I can teach you. But know well that there are no shortcuts within my instruction. Today’s exercise has been a fine opportunity to see what you’re capable of. I’ve watched your stance, your mechanics, and the very way you approached each individual shot. Let me tell you that all of your techniques are going to change. Drastically.”

 

Chazi’s eyes widened in surprise. “It’s all going to change?”

 

“All of it,” replied Krystal, in a very no nonsense tone. “Everything you have learned or taught yourself with a lightsaber up until this point is hereby forbidden.”

 

“Yes, Master,” said Chazi, who appeared shocked, but not necessarily upset. “A fresh start entirely.”

 

“Precisely,” agreed Krystal. “And know that my husband and I have been reassigned to the Jedi Academy on Merkava, so you will be accompanying us. I hope you have no objections.”

 

“Object?” laughed Chazi, smiling. “No, I insist. I was born on Merkava, and have not been there in some time. I would jump at the chance to go.”

 

“I hoped that would be the case,” said Krystal, finally breaking a smile. “So you should get ready. The rest of us who have been reassigned to Merkava are leaving on a shuttle in two days. You will need to be on it.”

 

“Then I’ll be ready.”

 

“Good,” replied Krystal. “Until then, you’re free, but once we arrive on Merkava, we’ll begin your training. It will be difficult, I believe, but worthwhile.”

 

“All right, Master,” said Chazi. “Thank you so much.” With a respectful bow, she turned away and hurried off.

 

Krystal smiled at her and nodded firmly. Saying nothing, she studied the girl’s step for a brief moment before turning away. Her smile tightened. I knew a girl like you, once.

Edited March 21, 2012 by Guest

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

No responses yet?!

 

I know! I was beginning to get worried.

 

Krystal is definitely my favorite character thus far. You've developed both her and Ar-Pharazon beautifully and I can't wait to see where you go with them.

 

Well done, good sir.

 

Thanks, Silas, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Your readership too, is also appreciated.

 

Yep, this was a good chapter.

 

((Honestly, I'll post comments but they're going to be like this, because I feel like I already told you everything when I betaed it))

 

Thanks, Ami. It's okay. I know you're reading it.

 

But you're like my number one fan. I was still amused when you brought it up at that breakfast. ”œWhoa someone from the internet, sitting here, just mentioned my story!”

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Oh you're going to love it, Raynuk. It's going to be like a "Black Swan meets Misery meets Wheel of Time meets Jnet" type of thing. Get ready.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

I agree. Come on Ben! More!

 

You are the best readers ever, especially Taren. I can say that, without hesitation. I promise to update very soon. I know my credit is probably nothing right now, but I mean it!

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

you could always just send it to my on facebook or something, right?

But that's boring. I want everyone to see this next part.

 

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Chapter Eleven: Tread Lightly Inside the Jedi Library

 

Enormous windows, framed in polished stone and precious metals, enclosed the circular room where Lei Kim Ness sat, beneath a tall, domed ceiling, rising fifty meters above her head. The ornate floor was paved with colored slabs of marble, with the symbol of the Jedi Order emblazoned upon it. Surrounding the iconic emblem was a circular arrangement of twelve chairs for the members of the Jedi Council, though now only two were occupied. Seated directly across from Lei, was the Jedi Grandmaster, Adi-Wan Tinova. She waited for him to break the silence as she settled into her chair.

 

“It still amazes me, Lei, to think of all of the Jedi who’ve walked these halls before us. In this room, all those heroes of our Order deliberated, and discussed the wars and problems of their day. I like to think that some of their wisdom still lingers here, perhaps for us to draw from.”

 

“I’m very inspired by these chambers, Grandmaster, but I’m also inspired just being a member of this Council, especially as young as I am. Though, I must say, I appreciate this place more without all the usual noise and commotion. It has an added air of serenity. I rather like it.” She could not help but think of the arguments that often stalled Council gatherings, with Master Jidai Geki, at least, responsible for half of them.

 

Adi-Wan nodded and laughed. “Yes, there’s a lot less bickering now isn’t there? Never hesitate to look to the examples of the past. They will hardly lead us astray.” He paused, obviously fixed on the Jedi of the past, though he quickly changed his tone. “But enough about that. Let’s talk about why you’re here now, Lei. I have it on good authority that you’ve been rather shaken up lately.”

 

“I have been, Grandmaster.” Lei felt considerably nervous. She felt as though she were in trouble for something she did not do. “I’ve come across something bizarre, that I do not understand. I’m seeking your guidance on this matter.” Lei’s hands played with the ends of her azure colored hair nervously. Plus, Lei found it awkward calling Adi-Wan Grandmaster. For years, she had simply known him as Adi-Wan. Now, there was an extra level of formality.

 

“Tell me, Lei,” said Adi-Wan. “Are the responsibilities of the Jedi Council proving too much for you?”

 

“No, Adi-Wan,” she said, intentionally speaking his name and not his title. Reluctantly, that was the truth. Sitting on the Council was the utmost honor a Jedi could receive and being raised to it at her age was something only seen in stories. “I’m doing just fine with that. This matter entails something else entirely.” I guess I got away with it.

 

“Then enlighten me,” he said softly. “You’re obviously very worried about this.”

 

“I am. I don’t know what to think about this.”

 

“Take your time,” Adi-Wan replied peacefully. “I’m in no hurry.”

 

“Alright.” Lei paused for a moment, thinking of the most concise possible way for describing aloud the sensations that she was experiencing. “ I think I’m receiving visions, likely brought about by the Force, since they only appear in relation to other Jedi, and only when those Jedi are using the Force themselves. Does that make sense?”

 

“Well, Lei, yes, I suppose that makes sense, to a degree. It’s quite a claim though, seeing Force visions.” Adi-Wan looked genuinely surprised and took his time. “These Force visions, yes.” He paused again. “They only appear when someone is using the Force?”

 

“Yes,” said Lei. “Only then.”

 

Immediately, Adi-Wan seized the Force. She could feel his presence in the Force as she always could, though now she was aware in an entirely different way. She could see it.

 

“What do you see, Lei?”

 

“Directly above your head, Grandmaster, I see small, swift-moving, golden lights.” Lei did her best to describe the bizarre occurrence, but it still baffled her too. “They’re tiny; swirling around like glow bugs. In a way, it all looks like a shining crown – made of light, or a halo perhaps.”

 

“And when I let go of the Force?” he asked, as he relinquished his embrace.

 

“It all fades away, as though you’ve flipped a switch.”

 

“Then apparently I have,” he replied, obviously puzzled.

 

“Apparently,” Lei remarked, unsure of what else to say.”

 

“So, what happens with everyone else?”

 

“Similar. It seems like I always see the glowing and the halos, but with lesser or greater intensity. Yours was exuberant too and the brightest – more so than any of the others.” Lei was surprised by how intense the glow above Adi-Wan actually was.

 

“Who else have you seen?”

 

“Well, I’ve seen you now, and earlier this morning I saw Faust and Taren. His was almost as bright as yours, but not quite. Hers was a bit less than his, though hers seemed to bear a weird shape too. It looked like the Jedi Temple. I’ve seen many of younglings and other random Jedi as I’ve made my way through the temple. Younglings are much less exuberant. With them, it’s watching small sparks dance around.”

 

“An interesting contrast,” mused Adi-Wan. “Though, what you said about Taren makes sense, since I appointed her as the new Prefect of the Jedi Temple.

 

“It could be linked to their respective ranks too then,” suggested Lei. “It makes sense that younglings would possess so little while masters would possess so much.”

 

“Perhaps, Lei. It might correspond to one’s power in the Force. Maybe you’re seeing a manifestation of the midichlorians themselves, or maybe you’re just seeing what the Force wants you to see.”

 

“I suppose so,” said Lei, who was genuinely afraid of such an overwhelming mystery that had seemingly landed on top of her. “However, there’s more.”

 

“Really? Then, go on,” said Adi-Wan anxiously.

 

“This morning, I saw Raynuk Montar. He was the Jedi Knight playing the harp at your celebration. Above his head was the same, with the golden lights. But above that, I saw what looked like musical notation. I don’t know what to think. This whole thing is so strange, if not eerie, and if it’s not just those lights, now it’s specific images. I have to admit I’m surprised you’re not more skeptical about it. I’ve thrown a lot at you right now.”

 

“No, Lei. I heard what you said, and I trust you.”

 

“Thank you, Adi-Wan.”

 

“And,” he began with a pause. “I think it’s a safe assumption that the Force has given you this talent for a reason. See it as just that – a talent. Besides, you wouldn’t be the first Jedi to have a vision from the Force. You might not know the greater purpose now, but soon enough, I think it will be clearer.”

 

Lei took comfort in that. Adi-Wan was right. Other Jedi had used the Force in countless instances to see the future. Perhaps this is something like that. There was no way to know yet. “Still, it’s very overwhelming.” There was no getting around it.

 

“Well, we will consult the other Council members too.” I am sure that Faust or Ar-Pharazon may have some insight into this. Hale Akturus too. I am of the understanding that he too has seen visions of the future. Though, Lei, and I say this with great caution, there is one more thing that I believe concerns us.”

 

“Oh?” she asked. “What exactly is that?”

 

“It’s simple. You will not be leaving this room alive.”

 

Lei did not know what to think about his strange statement. “Excuse me?”

 

“I intend to kill you, Lei. As I said, you will not leave this room alive. Especially since you see these strange things. I cannot allow such a power gift fall into the wrong hands.”

 

Lei’s right hand moved toward her lightsaber. “I’m afraid I’m not quite understanding what you’re telling me.” Carefully, she grabbed at the weapon and activated it, holding a magnificent blue blade between her and the Grandmaster. Immediately, she was struck in the back of the head by a blaster.

 

***

 

“It seems our plans are irreversible now, Adi-Wan” declared Taren, who holstered the murder weapon. She was trying to hide most of her excitement from killing Lei Kim Ness. She did not want to appear to be going crazy. The murder was extreme, but necessary.

 

“Well, then we’re all in,” declared Adi-Wan. “Because as we speak, Geki and Hale are both dead. Faust will soon be joining them soon.”

 

Taren laughed, the mad cackle of a real murderer. “Tarrian is gone too. She squealed like a pig in her final few seconds. And Bishop too, is gone.”

 

“Most of our rivals on the Jedi Counsel are effectively out of the way,” said Adi-Wan, confidently, yet darker, obviously less concerned with putting on a façade. “No one will challenge the Grandmaster of the Order.”

 

“Nor his right hand gal,” she insisted.

 

Adi-Wan immediately pulled Taren off her feet and kissed her. It was a deep kiss, passionate and lustful, and long-lived. She was not very aware of anything else until he set her firmly back down on her now unsteady legs.

 

Immediately a new presence walked into the Jedi Council Chambers. “Hello, Adi-Wan. Taren. Of course, I am assuming you remember me.” Taren had no recollection of who this woman was, yet there was some sort of familiarity. Some sort of connection. The woman knew Taren’s name. That was something.

 

“You can call me Almira, the woman announced.” She revealed a blaster in her hand too. “I won’t be letting you out of these chambers alive, obviously.”

 

“No, Almira,” declared Adi-Wan, who had appeared to have put up some sort of barrier with the Force. I cannot allow you to do that. Taren’s involvement in my plan is far too important, especially at this stage in the game. So back down, or I’ll kill you myself.”

 

Suddenly, two Jedi Knights strolled into the Council Chambers. Taren recognized them both. Aira Cadan and Tiana Calthye. They were both in their young twenties, and enrolled as students on Coruscant. Tiana, while blind, appeared was be an exceptional writer. Aira, whose obsession with temperate climates, made absolutely no sense to Taren, yet carried herself with a certain sense of special inner perspective. Taren knew them to be true and loyal to the Jedi. She would use it to her advantage. “Help! Almira is attacking. She has us in some sort of Force shield.” It was a bold faced lie, but she hoped that in the brief instant necessary for reaction, the young Jedi would not really understand what was happening.

 

Immediately, Tiana lunged at Almira. Blind as a bat, but sensitive as hell in the Force, the young Jedi clawed Almira’s eyes out. “If you ever set foot in the Jedi Library, ever again, I’ll rip your husband’s eyes out too!”

 

***

 

I followed Tiana’s lead. I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, or why, but I knew that if Jedi Master Taren was in trouble, it was my duty as a Knight of the Order to help against the strange attacker. So I jumped forward, landing near Tiana. I grabbed the hostile woman, and punched her squarely in the jaw. I watched her reel back, sore as ever, and now blind to boot. Though, it seemed wrong to attack someone, especially in the Jedi Temple.

 

Despite training and an understanding to protect my Masters, something did not entirely feel right. Clearly, events were amiss. Soon, perhaps, I would come to understand what had transpired. I wonder what it felt like when Anakin Skywalker defended Palpatine against the aggressive assaults of Mace Windu. Did he feel calm? It was likely something else. Or was it similarly? He thought he was doing good, did he not? Though, I can say, in good conscience, that I have acted under the orders of Master Taren. That does put my mind at ease, to some degree.

 

Just when I thought it was over, I watched Tiana kick Almira in the head, effectively putting her out of her misery. I did not expect that.

 

***

 

With her dying breath, Lei felt her very essence begin to fade away. The end was near. Though, she could see through her impaired, blurry vision that Adi-Wan and Taren were staring at some mysterious, new character in the door way. It was a bizarre woman with a blaster. Though, it was not Taren, who had attacked her.

 

With all of her strength, Lei grabbed her lightsaber, which was close to her on the floor. Seizing the Force, for the final time in her life, she used all her might to hurl her blue blade through the air.

 

Then death took her.

 

***

 

Surprised as ever, Adi-Wan saw Lei’s activated blue lightsaber soar past his face, directly at Taren’s neck. Before he could react, it was too late. The blade diffused harmlessly against the wall, while Taren’s head rolled along the floor ominously.

 

“Oh my,” muttered Adi-Wan, nearly in shock of what he was seeing. “It appears we have a conspiracy on our hands, with two witnesses, who know what has happened here today.” He eyed both Tiana and Aira, fully intending to eliminate them.

 

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll be doing that.” said a strange voice from the doorway. Adi-Wan turned and recognized the voice of a fellow member of the Jedi Council.

 

“Ar-Pharazon?” said Adi-Wan. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a ship to Merkava right now?”

 

“Well, I’m glad I procrastinated,” said Ar-Pharazon, confidently. Standing next to him was Krystal, whose blue lightsaber was already ignited. She exuded determination. “So, you’ll either back down, or we’ll take you right now.” Ar-Pharazon’s green lightsaber ignited.

 

“Oh really?” he asked. I’ve been looking for a reason to kill you, Ar-Pharazon. I gladly appreciate that you’ve finally given me one.” I’ve waited too long for this.

 

***

 

Ar-Pharazon charged forward, leaping over a sitting pillow. He spun around, and slammed his green blade directly toward Adi-Wan’s side, as hard as he could. It was met with the Grandmaster’s own green lightsaber, which ignited just in time. Flipping up and over both men, Krystal landed on Adi-Wan’s other side. To even the odds, Adi-Wan used the Force to quickly retrieve Lei’s lightsaber, pulling it into his free hand, as he now fended off Krystal on one side and Ar-Pharazon on the other, using two weapons. For several moments, he spun almost like a top, defending against the two effectively, while not allowing either combatant to get too close to him. His reputation as a superb combatant was holding true.

 

Without telling her, Ar-Pharazon quickly initiated a Force Meld, as they had done before in the training chambers. Surprised, Krystal managed to grab onto it, and maintain it. Their one prior experience with Melds had proven to be fortuitous, haven given her the experience necessary for this moment now.

 

As Ar-Pharazon could feel his wife battling the Grandmaster, he felt their closeness connect and grow stronger. Without uttering a word aloud, he immediately felt what his wife was now doing. She changed her form to Vaapad. It was perhaps the most ferocious of the saber fighting styles. Ar-Pharazon changed his form too, to match it. They both continued their assault on Adi-Wan, which seemed to be driving toward one of the walls, slowly, but surely.

 

Tiana and Aira just watched from across the room. They knew that it was not their fight. It could have been dangerous.

 

After several moments, Ar-Pharazon felt Adi-Wan begin to tire. The Force-guided coordination between Krystal and himself was providing Adi-Wan with fine challenge. Why they had never practiced fighting before in a Force Meld, was beyond Ar-Pharazon. It was incredible.

 

As Adi-Wan, jumped up, Ar-Pharazon struck. It was his opportunity. A low blow toward the torso, timed with a sweeping kick, knocked the Grandmaster off his feet. Krystal jumped up and brought her saber down on his right shoulder, severely wounding it. The two lightsabers both dropped out of Adi-Wan’s hands.

 

Seeing a moment of weakness in the Grandmaster, Ar-Pharazon strategically swung again, cutting off Adi-Wan’s right hand. He screamed in pain as he tumbled forward, fondling his newly cauterized stump

 

“And so we’ve reached the end of the Adi-Wan era,” announced Ar-Pharazon.

 

“To think,” said Krystal. “The one trusted among us the most turns out to be the greatest traitor of all.”

 

Ar-Pharazon suppressed a laugh. Years of complaining about Adi-Wan suddenly seemed validated. Though, it was not a situation to make light of. At least not yet. In time, he would write the pages of history. “You’re finished, Adi-wan. This is the end.”

 

“Is it, Ar-Pharazon?” I’m not dead. I am still very much the Grandmaster of the Order, without or without your consent.”

 

“You will be dead,” said Krystal, forcefully. “If you do not surrender.”

 

“I will never surrender!” yelled Adi-Wan, who grabbed Lei’s lightsaber and lunged forward, ready to strike at Ar-Pharazon. Before he could, a large ball of flame exploded on his face, killing him. He collapsed into a dead slump. Still connected through the Force Meld, Krystal released a fire ball from her finger tips, having felt her husband’s presence, and thus knowing exactly how to conjure such a thing.

 

Adi-Wan was finished.

 

Ar-Pharazon approached Tiana and Aira. “Well, you two. It seems you’re safe. I really can’t thank you enough for being here. Without you, who knows what could have happened? Maybe Taren would have been here to fight alongside Adi-Wan. Who knows? Almira was no fan of me either. She might have caused a real problem.” Ar-Pharazon laughed, just thinking of the meddling that that woman had caused before her timely passing. “So thanks for taking her out. Saves me the trouble. I wish there was something I could do to thank both of you. So, let me know if you ever think of something.”

 

Ar-Pharazon scooped Krystal off her feet and carried her out of the Jedi Council Chambers. As he passed through the doorway, he made a final announcement. “Now please excuse me. I'm going to go home and sleep with my wife.”

 

***

 

NEW CHARACTERS:

 

 

Lei Kim Ness

Position: Jedi Master

Age: 26 Years

Species: Human

 

 

 

 

 

Almira

Position: Jedi Knight

Age: 31 Years

Species: Human

 

 

 

 

 

Aira Cadan

Position: Jedi Knight

Age: 24 Years

Species: Human

 

 

 

 

Tiana Calthye

Position: Jedi Knight

Age: 21 Years

Species: Human

Edited March 21, 2012 by Guest

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

I am very humbled, Silas. I am extraordinarily grateful for your comments. I can't believe you stayed up so late. Wow, I hope it wasn't for my story.