Secret Sabers - A StarWars Fanfic
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Very nice. Yes, fanfiction gives pleanty opportunity to do the unthinkable. The next one I'm planning takes place way after this one - and I'm planning to have plenty of cliff-hangers for you all.
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Continuation...
“That weapon is Plo Koon’s!” Braydo objected stanchly.
“That weapon was Plo Koon’s. My master died five years ago in the temple assault.”
Braydo looked at me with disbelief. “I thought you were dead.”
“You lose hope to easily, Jedi.” I replied with the slightest smile. “Master Yoda never said we had to become numb, emotionless blobs walking around swinging our lightsaber at whomever.”
Even Braydo couldn’t resist a smile as we both recalled the unfortunate youngling who had been subjected to a dual and done just that. All awkwardness gone, we both picked up where we had left off five years ago. “So I suppose you want me to join your little band of outlaws?” Braydo asked cocking an eyebrow.
“I never said that, although, there is a girl here who needs a master.”
He looked past me at Em with fear in his eyes. “Not her, right.” He whispered.
“No.” I looked at him scornfully. “But…”
Merry pocked her head out of the bushes and surveyed my friend. “He’ll work. I’ll enjoy bashing him over the head.”
Jet laughed. Everyone knew of Braydo’s generally short height, although all of us knew it was better than wise not to mention it. Merry was already entering dangerous territory. He nodded at her with interest. “I guess I have no choice then.” Braydo replied, standing.
I smiled at him. “You do, but one path is definitely less painful than the other.”
Braydo laughed. “I can’t decide which one you are talking about. Taking on an apprentice, or getting a bashing on the head from you. It would seem that either way, I am going to end up with a head ache.”
***
“More control, Jet. Strengthen your stance! All Merry needs to do is tap you and you’ll fall over!”
“Yes, master, I am trying.” Jet shouted as she parried another set of flurried blows from Merry. Braydo and I sat comfortably on the hill, watching from the top, and shouting orders at our apprentices.
“Defense, Merry! Less fury! You’re not trying to kill her for crying out loud!” Braydo shouted.
Merry looked up at him scornfully. “What does it look I am doing? Besides, she’s not helping me. She can barely hold her lightsaber in her hands correctly.” Jet smiled; it was the sort of trash talk the two indorsed in all the time, so no hard feelings were taken. The girl had been continuously blocking the other apprentice’s strokes with ease.
Braydo looked at her angrily. “She has better control than you!”
I grinned inwardly as Braydo praised my apprentice, although I could tell he was losing his patience.
“Jet, try hitting something besides her head! Go for the legs!” I shouted again.
My apprentice nodded thoughtfully, and quickly changed her tactics. Em sat on the sidelines watching curiously, she had never seen a real Jedi fight, and so far, she had been rather impressed.
I watched Em carefully. She seemed intrigued, but she didn’t look impressed. See we were thinking two completely different things; mind tricks work on some people, but I had quickly realized Em was not one of them. She was, after all, the elected representative of the rebellion in our group. We now had a nice condo on the farthest reaches of the planet, and were allowed to train our apprentices there. It consisted of a large field and a medium one-story house with four bedrooms, which worked perfectly for our band.
Braydo seemed to be watching Em for any strange actions as well. I nodded at him briefly, hoping to draw his attention back to the apprentices.
Jet was breathing hard and crumpled into a fatal position, while Merry stood in a ready stance above her menacingly.
“Well done Merry.” Braydo praised, although there was still a certain amount of uncertainty in his voice. I shared his concern. She had no control.
“Alright, you two can break and watch how the pros do it.” I smiled at
Braydo, who got up and leapt off the hill, landing gracefully.
“Come on, Sari! Or are too afraid to jump?” Braydo asked tauntingly.
I scowled at him and jumped easily over him, flipping and landing on the ground a few feet behind him softly. We both quickly grabbed our lightsabers and locked in a matter of seconds. Em was now leaned forward. Good, I thought quietly. “Three touch win?” I asked in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.
Braydo nodded quickly parrying an offensive stroke toward him mid sentence. He followed up with a series of quick jabs, enhanced with force like quickness. Smiling, I quickly set off in a rapid succession of backhanded and strait handed strokes. He parried them with reciprocating speed throwing an unexpected jab in between my strokes, searing my pant leg. “One.” Frowning at him, I danced around him to the back and felled two strokes on the backside of his knees before retreating a few feet. “One and two, master Jedi.”
It was his turn to scowl, and scowl he did. Flashing an irritated glare at me, he launched another attack. I, of course, got my last lick in. “Three!” I paused looking at him quizzically as he came at me with fury. “Best out of 3!”
I smiled this afternoon was going to be fun.
***
“We could do best out of ten?” Braydo asked, heaving.
Sweat dribbled down my forehead. “I think I need a break. Why don’t we let our apprentices swat at each other for a…” I glanced up at the mound. Jet sat up there with a puzzled look on her face.
I turned and looked toward the sky. A dark airship was landing not a mile from us, and almost immediately I saw the reddish glow of a sith lightsaber. “Oh lord….”
Mer nodded. “I saw it just a second ago. All of our stuff is already packed and ready. So are the speeders.”
Braydo nodded in appreciation of his apprentice, no doubt in his mind now he was glad to have her around.
“Braydo, we’ve got to go and warn the Naboo.” I said grabbing him by the arm. “Don’t let anger cloud your vision.”
He looked at me sadly, regretfully. “I’ll distract them. Take the others.”
I took one look at him, and he quickly retracted the idea. “There is no way I am going to let you stand here and die.”
He smiled. “Fine then.”
Glad I had won the argument, we dashed off toward a group of speeders and made a mad dash for the capitol.
***
“Darth Vader is on his way here?”
As much as I hated it, we were talking with the same wise-aker that had shown our group no hospitality five long years ago. He happened to be the head of the rebellion at that point, which dampened my mood further. He was more of a snobbish bump on the log if you asked me than a rebellion leader,
but what did I know?
“I have no idea how he found us. We haven’t left that island for years...” I trailed off, realizing there were a myriad of possible breeches in our security that could be discovered. This conversation we going nowhere fast.
“Then what do you propose we do?” He asked my scornfully.
“I don’t know other than to hope for a miracle.”
At that moment, a scout, dirtied and worn peeled into the conference room. “They’ve turned around! They’re gone! Vader’s army is gone!”
Barron bent his head at him. “And you are sure of this?”
“Yes, lord Barron!” He said breathlessly.
“They will be back.” I said quietly.
“Then I guess we’ll have to hope someone else captures his attention.” The leader replied.
I nodded. “Or make a distraction.”
Barron shook his head. I was beginning to wonder why they didn’t nickname him blockade or something like that. “Too dangerous.”
“Too dangerous? Being a rebel is dangerous in the first place!”
He laughed. “Sometimes it is better to wait and stay on the defensive.”
“Or sit on your high horse and watch as the rebels are crushed.” I muttered.
Braydo put a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s go. We did what we could.”
Years passed, and as my friends and I (Em had joined our band for good) fled from one planet to the next, survival became harder. It was sometime after we had been caught that a strange gentleman that went by the name Hans Solo freed us, that the new Jedi Order was re-wrought and Luke Skywalker became our leader. The Galactic Civil Wars had ended, and a new age began.
THE END AND STTUUFFF
“That weapon is Plo Koon’s!” Braydo objected stanchly.
“That weapon was Plo Koon’s. My master died five years ago in the temple assault.”
Braydo looked at me with disbelief. “I thought you were dead.”
“You lose hope to easily, Jedi.” I replied with the slightest smile. “Master Yoda never said we had to become numb, emotionless blobs walking around swinging our lightsaber at whomever.”
Even Braydo couldn’t resist a smile as we both recalled the unfortunate youngling who had been subjected to a dual and done just that. All awkwardness gone, we both picked up where we had left off five years ago. “So I suppose you want me to join your little band of outlaws?” Braydo asked cocking an eyebrow.
“I never said that, although, there is a girl here who needs a master.”
He looked past me at Em with fear in his eyes. “Not her, right.” He whispered.
“No.” I looked at him scornfully. “But…”
Merry pocked her head out of the bushes and surveyed my friend. “He’ll work. I’ll enjoy bashing him over the head.”
Jet laughed. Everyone knew of Braydo’s generally short height, although all of us knew it was better than wise not to mention it. Merry was already entering dangerous territory. He nodded at her with interest. “I guess I have no choice then.” Braydo replied, standing.
I smiled at him. “You do, but one path is definitely less painful than the other.”
Braydo laughed. “I can’t decide which one you are talking about. Taking on an apprentice, or getting a bashing on the head from you. It would seem that either way, I am going to end up with a head ache.”
***
“More control, Jet. Strengthen your stance! All Merry needs to do is tap you and you’ll fall over!”
“Yes, master, I am trying.” Jet shouted as she parried another set of flurried blows from Merry. Braydo and I sat comfortably on the hill, watching from the top, and shouting orders at our apprentices.
“Defense, Merry! Less fury! You’re not trying to kill her for crying out loud!” Braydo shouted.
Merry looked up at him scornfully. “What does it look I am doing? Besides, she’s not helping me. She can barely hold her lightsaber in her hands correctly.” Jet smiled; it was the sort of trash talk the two indorsed in all the time, so no hard feelings were taken. The girl had been continuously blocking the other apprentice’s strokes with ease.
Braydo looked at her angrily. “She has better control than you!”
I grinned inwardly as Braydo praised my apprentice, although I could tell he was losing his patience.
“Jet, try hitting something besides her head! Go for the legs!” I shouted again.
My apprentice nodded thoughtfully, and quickly changed her tactics. Em sat on the sidelines watching curiously, she had never seen a real Jedi fight, and so far, she had been rather impressed.
I watched Em carefully. She seemed intrigued, but she didn’t look impressed. See we were thinking two completely different things; mind tricks work on some people, but I had quickly realized Em was not one of them. She was, after all, the elected representative of the rebellion in our group. We now had a nice condo on the farthest reaches of the planet, and were allowed to train our apprentices there. It consisted of a large field and a medium one-story house with four bedrooms, which worked perfectly for our band.
Braydo seemed to be watching Em for any strange actions as well. I nodded at him briefly, hoping to draw his attention back to the apprentices.
Jet was breathing hard and crumpled into a fatal position, while Merry stood in a ready stance above her menacingly.
“Well done Merry.” Braydo praised, although there was still a certain amount of uncertainty in his voice. I shared his concern. She had no control.
“Alright, you two can break and watch how the pros do it.” I smiled at
Braydo, who got up and leapt off the hill, landing gracefully.
“Come on, Sari! Or are too afraid to jump?” Braydo asked tauntingly.
I scowled at him and jumped easily over him, flipping and landing on the ground a few feet behind him softly. We both quickly grabbed our lightsabers and locked in a matter of seconds. Em was now leaned forward. Good, I thought quietly. “Three touch win?” I asked in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.
Braydo nodded quickly parrying an offensive stroke toward him mid sentence. He followed up with a series of quick jabs, enhanced with force like quickness. Smiling, I quickly set off in a rapid succession of backhanded and strait handed strokes. He parried them with reciprocating speed throwing an unexpected jab in between my strokes, searing my pant leg. “One.” Frowning at him, I danced around him to the back and felled two strokes on the backside of his knees before retreating a few feet. “One and two, master Jedi.”
It was his turn to scowl, and scowl he did. Flashing an irritated glare at me, he launched another attack. I, of course, got my last lick in. “Three!” I paused looking at him quizzically as he came at me with fury. “Best out of 3!”
I smiled this afternoon was going to be fun.
***
“We could do best out of ten?” Braydo asked, heaving.
Sweat dribbled down my forehead. “I think I need a break. Why don’t we let our apprentices swat at each other for a…” I glanced up at the mound. Jet sat up there with a puzzled look on her face.
I turned and looked toward the sky. A dark airship was landing not a mile from us, and almost immediately I saw the reddish glow of a sith lightsaber. “Oh lord….”
Mer nodded. “I saw it just a second ago. All of our stuff is already packed and ready. So are the speeders.”
Braydo nodded in appreciation of his apprentice, no doubt in his mind now he was glad to have her around.
“Braydo, we’ve got to go and warn the Naboo.” I said grabbing him by the arm. “Don’t let anger cloud your vision.”
He looked at me sadly, regretfully. “I’ll distract them. Take the others.”
I took one look at him, and he quickly retracted the idea. “There is no way I am going to let you stand here and die.”
He smiled. “Fine then.”
Glad I had won the argument, we dashed off toward a group of speeders and made a mad dash for the capitol.
***
“Darth Vader is on his way here?”
As much as I hated it, we were talking with the same wise-aker that had shown our group no hospitality five long years ago. He happened to be the head of the rebellion at that point, which dampened my mood further. He was more of a snobbish bump on the log if you asked me than a rebellion leader,
but what did I know?
“I have no idea how he found us. We haven’t left that island for years...” I trailed off, realizing there were a myriad of possible breeches in our security that could be discovered. This conversation we going nowhere fast.
“Then what do you propose we do?” He asked my scornfully.
“I don’t know other than to hope for a miracle.”
At that moment, a scout, dirtied and worn peeled into the conference room. “They’ve turned around! They’re gone! Vader’s army is gone!”
Barron bent his head at him. “And you are sure of this?”
“Yes, lord Barron!” He said breathlessly.
“They will be back.” I said quietly.
“Then I guess we’ll have to hope someone else captures his attention.” The leader replied.
I nodded. “Or make a distraction.”
Barron shook his head. I was beginning to wonder why they didn’t nickname him blockade or something like that. “Too dangerous.”
“Too dangerous? Being a rebel is dangerous in the first place!”
He laughed. “Sometimes it is better to wait and stay on the defensive.”
“Or sit on your high horse and watch as the rebels are crushed.” I muttered.
Braydo put a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s go. We did what we could.”
Years passed, and as my friends and I (Em had joined our band for good) fled from one planet to the next, survival became harder. It was sometime after we had been caught that a strange gentleman that went by the name Hans Solo freed us, that the new Jedi Order was re-wrought and Luke Skywalker became our leader. The Galactic Civil Wars had ended, and a new age began.
THE END AND STTUUFFF
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Well it's finished. Please rate, comment and critique.
And if enough people are willing to read it, i'm currently crafting a sequal to this one - with new characters and old ones woven into a new tale with Mandeloreans, Jedi, and swords.
And if enough people are willing to read it, i'm currently crafting a sequal to this one - with new characters and old ones woven into a new tale with Mandeloreans, Jedi, and swords.
Other than your claim someone crumpled into the "fatal" position (it's FETAL position), fine and good.
The fatal position is lying on the back with arms crossed over a lily flower.
The fatal position is lying on the back with arms crossed over a lily flower.
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Hehehe - well, when we actually play this with my nerf swords at home Jamie (Jet) usually ends up in the fatal posistion after my little sister beats the living daylights out of her. It's not that bad, but my sis's technique is not exactly a Jedi's - GO STRAIGHT FOR THE KILL! THEY MIGHT HIT YOU ONCE BUT YOU CAN HIT THEM TEN TIMES!
It's not that bad, but my sis's technique is not exactly a Jedi's - GO STRAIGHT FOR THE KILL! THEY MIGHT HIT YOU ONCE BUT YOU CAN HIT THEM TEN TIMES!
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More??
For more of Saeri, Jet, Braydo, Rex and the rest follow this link...
http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?p=2100964
For more of Saeri, Jet, Braydo, Rex and the rest follow this link...
http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?p=2100964
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More is posted of my next story.