[Fic] Evan Works // Prophecies of the Dark - Part I - Son of the Sith)

[KotO[REvan]]

Evan Works // Prophecies of the Dark - Part I - Son of the Sith:

Chapter One:

 

Beattrix ran through the dark and misty cave, trying to avoid all of the Kinrath and Shyrack racing and pushing toward her. She constantly looked behind her, hoping that the stalker would of somehow of gone away, but she knew this not to be so. Beattrix could see the faint and dull shadow of her enemy, getting larger, and closer. She quickened her pace, and beat through all of the critters trying to ambush her.

 

She kept on running, faster and faster, breathing heavily and very tired, but she knew she could not stop. She had to continue on, but she knew she was coming to an end of stamina. She reached in her pack for an explosive, a plasma grenade. She quickly threw the bomb behind her, trying to hit the evil that was following her. In her mind, she knew that she had no escape, but in her body and her physique, she had to keep running.

 

She eventually came to a fork in her pathway, she began to panic and she hurried to look far into both sections of the caves. Seeing nothing but Kinrath at both sides, she clumsily chose a random pathway, for she was aware that the evil was getting closer. She kept running, begging, hopping, pleading that she chose the right pathway. She stopped suddenly, seeing the end of the cave. It was a dead end, a complete block-in. She turned around slowly, to see a dark and faint figure far away. She screamed in fear, and hesitated to move.

 

The dark figure began to slow its pace, and started to walk, knowing Beattrix was trapped. Beattrix was still hesitant to move, and stared in panic at the evil before her. She saw her near future; she saw her cruel death that would be soon to come. She saw the stalker laughing in triumph, and in mockery. She quickly snapped her thoughts into self-confidence, she began to reach for mines, it was her last and only defense left.

 

She placed the mines quickly on the floor and walls of the surrounding cave. She stepped back as far as she could, and waited for the figure to approach the mines, hoping that it would stop him. The figure got closer, and indeed it did step on the placed mines, leaving an explosion that boomed through-out the caves, frightening all of the creatures, and giving a slight amount of hope for Beattrix.

 

While the smoke was surrounding the caves, Beattrix could only wait to see if her amateur plan has worked. It did not, however, and the figure stepped through the remaining smoke, revealing himself to Beattrix with a smirk on his face.

 

“It isn’t completely dark in these caves, Beattrix, I have seen you place those mines, in a pathetic attempt to smite me down. Such low-classed weapons won’t be enough to even harm me, even in my condition.” Maraae smiled.

 

“Get away from me!” Beattrix screamed.

Maraae began to laugh in a sick and twisted way, mocking Beattrix in her fear and panic.

 

“Dear Beattrix, the Force serves me well, it has guided me here, to you, to fulfill a prophecy of great importance. ‘The Son of the Sith’! You will be the boy’s carrier, for the time being. You will be the deliverer of the Sith’s greatest weapon. You will, obey, me.” Maraae stated.

 

“Get away from me!” Beattrix yelled once more, slowly moving along the sides of the walls, trying to escape from the way she came, without sudden notice.

 

“Beattrix, you cannot deny your destiny. You cannot deny the boy’s destiny. You cannot deny my, desity…”

 

Maraae lifted up his hand, and lifted up Beattrix with his ‘magical’ powers. He slammed the defenseless woman into the hard and rough surface of the cave, knocking her out in a yelp of pain.

 

“You don’t have a choice, young Beattrix.” Maraae spoke to himself.

Maraae dropped Beattrix, letting her slam hard on the ground. He picked Beattrix up, using his own physique, and carried her out of the cave. The Kinrath and Shyrack all fled as they saw the Dark Lord Maraae, which gave no resistance for him.

 

Maraae’s eyes began to burn, as he walked out of the dark cave and into the bright outside and beautiful plains. He sighted his ship, “the Gual” and hurried up the ramp into his ship. Maraae’s servants came out in a hurry, and removed Beattrix from his arms, and waited for his orders.

 

“Place her in the chambers, and do not wake her up!” Maraae demanded.

His servants obeyed, and instantly threw Beattrix in a holding cell. Maraae gave out a tear from his eye, in joy of his plan’s success.

 

“Hurry, and plot a course to Lanqe, the High Council will be pleased to hear that I have captured the carrier of the Son.” Maraae said cheerfully as his evil, white eyes stared at the unconscious Beattrix.

 

The Gual started to rumble and shake in a sudden and explosive movement. The ramp to the Gaul has been detached, and a numerous amount of Jedi flung into the Gual, lightsabers ignited, and ready for battle. Immediately blasters were being blasted, and colors of green and red and blue were being waved all around.

 

Maraae was caught on the surprise, and he was pushed to oblivion across his ship, as the Jedi killed the last of Maraae’s servants. Maraae quickly got up, and grabbed for his lightsaber. One of the Jedi quickly launched himself toward Maraae, attempting to slash the Dark Lord in half. Maraae remained calm, and countered the Jedi’s attack, with a fatal blow to the chest. Maraae’s bright red lightsaber, was forced through the Jedi’s body.

 

Maraae pulled out the lightsaber quickly and harshly, leaving the Jedi to fall on his stomach, dead. There were now only three Jedi left, all walking slowly toward Maraae. Maraae summoned his power, and sent the three Jedi hurtling through the air at a flicker of his finger.

 

“Pathetic Jedi, have you come in search of the carrier? You have no chance of retrieving her, she already belongs to the Sith!” Maraae demanded.

 

The oldest, and most skilled Jedi of the three, jumped up and readied his stance.

 

“She does not belong to the Sith, Maraae! She will be received to safety, away from these foolish prophecies and beliefes!”

 

He used his knowledge of the force, and launched a crate of weapons and armor at Maraae, which was dodged easily. Given the slight second distraction, the Jedi raced toward Maraae, smashing the Force against Maraae, resulting him to be launched right out of the ship. Maraae lay on the ground, in minor pain. He looked up hastily, and two Jedi raced out with Beattrix in their arms.

 

He hurried to get up, but was knocked back down to the ground again by the Jedi dueling him. Maraae, saw the Jedi escape, and was most annoyed and disturbed. He raced up back to his feet, and nearly dodged a thrust to the chest by the Jedi. Maraae caught the Jedi in a vulnerable position, and slashed through the flesh of him, removing his head from his body.

 

“Jedi, sacrificing themselves for attempts which will fail.” Maraae said, as the last words he spared for the weak Jedi dead before him.

 

Maraae turned sharply, seeing the two Jedi entering a ship with Beattrix from a distance. Maraae’s raged multiplied, and he ran to the ship at his fastest pace. But he was too late, the Jedi have succeeded in their rescue mission, and Maraae let out a roar of anger. His ship was damaged from the short battle with the Jedi, he couldn't follow Beattrix. He estimated that he could only fly back to Lanqe, and he would recieve new supplies there.

[CSI]

Awww...Nicely done! I'm looking forward to more, KotO[REvan].

[KotO[REvan]]

I'm glad that you like it, unfortunately though, I am not planning to show any more of the story in this Promo Page, I intend to release it all on the official thread. Just to increase tention

 

Thanks for the support.

 

We combine promo pages and the actual fic threads here to keep everything tidy, so go ahead and post your story in this thread. We just do 'promo posts' instead of separate threads. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me. Thanks, Jae

[RC-1162]

you could put in a timeline for us so that we'll know when it is

great job, btw.

[KotO[REvan]]

you could put in a timeline for us so that we'll know when it is

great job, btw.

 

Yes, that is why this is only a meer promo for my story, a lot more will/has be/been added. And the final draft of this story will be worth the while, I hope. And thanks, 'btw'.

[Diego Varen]

Awww...Nicely done! I'm looking forward to more, KotO[REvan].

 

Agreed.

[KotO[REvan]]

I'm glad everyone's begining to like it.

In estimation, I should have the fiction done in a couple of days.

[KotO[REvan]]

Chapter Two:

(a very good chapter, in my personal opinion)

 

Beattrix awoke in a soft and comfortable bed. She was in a room alone, which was cozy and heated to the perfect temperature. She sat up in the bed, and looked around. There was nothing unordinary about the room, but there was nothing fascinating about it either. It was a lone room, meant for guests by the looks of it.

 

She removed the quilts and blankets, and placed her feet on the cold floor. She stood up, suddenly feeling sores and scars all over her body. She sat back down, in too much pain to remain standing. Beattrix then remembered the cave at Dxun, but she did not remember why she was there, or what she was doing there. Only glimpses remained in her thoughts, she suffered from a temporarily short term memory loss.

 

The door to the room opened, and a man entered the room. He looked like a young man, who had blonde hair, green eyes, and had a gentlemen charm that Beattrix was suddenly attracted to. The man shut the door, and walked to Beattrix. He sat himself down on the bed, right next to Beattrix, and started talking.

 

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

 

“Where am I? What is this place? What has happened? Who are you?” Beattrix asked in panic. The man smiled and looked at Beattrix in a calm way.

 

“You are at the Dantooine Jedi Enclave, under protection and safe keeping.” he said. “I am Olan Matale, one of the Jedi who helped rescue you, and who has been stationed to watch over you.”

 

“You said you, rescued me? From what, what has happened?” Beattrix asked.

 

“Beattrix, you were at Dxun two days ago, being chased by a Sith Lord known as Darth Maraae. He claims that you are part of a prophecy known as the ‘Son of the Sith’, and he believes that you are the carrier, the mother, of this ‘son’.”

 

Beattrix looked puzzled, and had the look of disbelief in her eyes.

“It is obvious that you are taking this rather… fast, and you might need some time to take it all in. I think it’s best that we continue this conversation some time later.” Olan said.

 

“No, please. I want to know what happened. I want to know, why I’m not at home, why I’m in this Jedi Enclave, why I’m being kept as a prisoner and wh—

 

“You are not being kept as a prisoner, Beattrix. The Jedi have only placed you here for your protection, you do have full control on what you do, as does everyone else in this galaxy.” Olan said.

 

“Why is it required that I have been sent here to Dantooine? I am more than capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much.” Beattrix said as she got up from the bed.

 

Olan reached for her arm, halting her for the moment.

“Please Beattrix, stay. As skilled as you might think you are, Darth Maraae is a powerful and dangerous Sith, and is looking for you. If you reject protection, then you will be taken prisoner and killed after you give them what they want. Please Beattrix, stay where you’re safe.” Olan pleaded.

 

Beattrix stood where she was, thinking and wondering if what this stranger is telling her is indeed true. She looked at Olan, and showed a sign of trust. She sat back down on the bed, and listened to what Olan had to say.

 

“Thank you for being reasonable and cooperative, Beattrix.” Olan said.

 

“Now, as you probably know, you have been injured and you have many bruises and injuries. We are doing the best to our abilities to get you healed up, and we have been successful so far. We already treated the fatal injuries, such as the huge hole in the back of your head.” Olan said.

 

Beattrix’s eyes widened, she didn’t feel any pain resorting from her head. She reached for the back of her neck, and felt bandages that were wrapped around the injuries.

 

“You didn’t feel it because we numbed it for you, we would’ve done the same for you’re other injuries, but Master Laie saw that unwise.”

 

“Unwise?” Beattrix asked in confusion.

 

“Yes, he figured that if you didn’t feel any pain, you would think of yourself healthy and in a fine condition to be moving around. And if you moved too much, the injuries would’ve gotten worse. This was very clever in Master Laie’s part, from my perspective.”

 

“Yes, the pain did force me to sit back down on the bed, when I tried to stand up.” Beattrix realized.

 

Olan smiled at Beattrix, and stared at her face. Olan then realized that Beattrix was a beautiful woman. Her black hair and beautiful face was a sight for sore eyes.

 

“Olan..?”

 

“Oh yes, sorry, was day dreaming for a second.” Olan excused. “Well, most of your injuries have already been cleaned out. All you need is rest, a lot of rest.”

 

“How long do you think I will have to stay here before I can go back home?” Beattrix asked.

 

“Until we find Maraae again, and take him back here to be questioned, and hopefully to be mind-swept.” Olan answered.

 

“Mind-swept? What does that mean?” Beattrix asked.

 

“It’s a technique that Master Jedi can use, it is when they take certain parts of the human brain, and erase certain data that has been stored there. It results in the person completely forgetting what has been erased.”

 

“Isn’t that… illegal?” Beattrix asked.

 

“Illegal? No, it is not. But don’t worry Beattrix, the Master Jedi are very careful of who’s memory they erase. They only do it in certain cases.”

 

“Such as?” Beattrix asked.

 

“Well… such as, the case we are dealing with now, Darth Maraae. You see, Maraae studies the Sith teachings more than anyone has in the time period. He is as the people call him, ‘the professor’.”

 

“The professor..? Sounds like a stupid name to be given if you ask me.”

 

“It’s not so much how good the name sounds, Maraae has been granted this title for knowing everything there is to the Dark Side. Many Sith call him the ‘ultimate professor’ even, but back to the subject. Maraae has studied the Dark Side so much, that he has recently been able to perform a technique so dangerous and powerful, it’s only been performed by one other Sith in the entire universe.” Olan said.

 

“Who? What’s the technique?” Beattrix asked.

 

“His name was, Darth Nihilus.” Olan answered. “Now you see, this power allowed you to combine the Force into a spot of great mass, and then rapidly let the Force spread out in different directions, or at least, this was how I was told it was done. The effect of controlling the Force in such a demanding way, however, leads to a massive explosion, that can be heard from lightyears away.”

 

“Oh my goodness… How, is that—how is that even, even possible?” Beattrix asked in disbelief.

 

“The Force is a strange and powerful thing Beattrix, it’s potential is unlimited, and it’s limitations are boundless.” Olan said.

 

“Has this… Mereea person—

 

“Maraae.” Olan corrected.

 

“Whatever. Has this, ‘Maraae’ person, done such a thing yet? That power could take out a whole city!” Beattrix exclaimed.

 

“A ‘city’? Oh no Beattrix, it can do far much worse than that.” Olan said.

 

“Like… what?”

 

“Although Maraae has only enough to wipe out a small city using this power, Darth Nihilus has been known of taking out entire planets.” Olan said.

 

“Entire planets?!” Beattrix yelled.

 

“Yes, and that is why I see it to the most importance, that Darth Maraae should have his mind swept clean of this knowledge, to prevent such disaster.”

 

“Wow… this is, this is incredible. I never really was interested about the Force, but now that I’ve recently been learning about it, I find it rather fascinating! You must tell me more!” Beattrix exclaimed.

 

“Perhaps another time dear Beattrix, for now, you must rest and treat those wounds of yours. If you need anything just call for me, I’ll be able to hear you, as I will be in the room to the right.” Olan said.

 

“Yes, I am feeling rather tired. Which is strange since I’ve been sleeping for two days now.., according to you.” Beattrix said.

 

“It’s not uncommon,

. A lot of people get like this when they take in too much of… well, anything really.” Olan said.

 

Olan got up from the bed and walked over to the door.

“Good bye gorgeous.” Olan said as he opened the door.

 

“Gorgeous?” Beattrix asked embarrassed.

 

“Hell, did I say that out loud?” Olan asked himself, as he blushed. He quickly closed the door behind him as he walked out, feeling like an idiot. Beattrix giggled, and lay down to try and sleep.

[CSI]

Yeah, I like this. This is indeed a good chapter.

[KotO[REvan]]

Great. Chapter three coming soon.

[Grey Master]

Looking forward to more.

[KotO[REvan]]

My internet source lately has been... kind of crappy. So don't expect to see me much on the forum for a week or so, and that means my fic won't show any more chapters for about a week. Happy new years.

[KotO[REvan]]

I've renewed my internet connection so it'll be a little more stable now. Here's chapter three, I hope you all like it.

 

Evan Works // Prophecies of the Dark - Part I - Son of the Sith

 

Chapter Three:

 

Lights turned on, blinding Maraae's eyes. He adjusted to the brightness, and looked above him to see six figures sitting on thrones. To the left was an old woman who looked as if she was the age of many revolutions. Next to her was a female Zabrak with horns that traveled down to her neck. Besides her, was a male Zabrak, looking very similar to the other despite the difference in gender. To the side of him, was a figure that couldn't be recognized; it's robes covered all parts of it's body, and the hood combined with a blue and black mask, hid the identity of it's face. And then to the right of this figure were two young females, who both looked very pale and white.

 

The male Zabrak stood up from his seat, and cleared his throat.

"The High Council has summoned you to this trial, Maraae, from recent imformation of your failure to recieve the carrier. Madaa'm Muay; the Legend of her Era, Lady Trimphra; the Chronicle of the Sith, Lord Trimphro; the Legandary Weapons Master, Lord Oriaa; the Dark Lord of the Sith, and the two daughters of Darth Loenda; Opa and Apo: will hear your justice on your miserable failure." Trimphro seated himself, allowing Maraae to speak to the Council.

 

"Milords, I have found the carrier, and she was in my vesel ready to be taken to you, but--"

 

"But you let her fall out of your graps, clumsily and foolishly." Muay interrupted.

 

"Madaa'm, Council, I was ambushed by an elite team of Jedi, my men... and myself, were attacked by surprise and--"

 

"This is no excuse. You, the 'Proffesor' should be the one to know how to counter sudden attacks. This is most discraceful." Trimphra spoke. "Did you have no attempt to follow the carrier after she departed with the Jedi?".

 

"I could not follow them, my vessel was damaged and could not of followed her. My only option was to come back here and--" Maraae said, but was again stopped.

 

"You let your fear get in the way of your mission, an ignorant act for the Sith." Opa said.

 

"You've let the likes of Jedi take control of our property. Now the Jedi have the Son, which can lead to the Sith's downfall and--" Apo began, but was interrupted.

 

"I assure you--" began Maraae.

 

"How dare you intterupt the Council!" Muay said as she arose from her seat. "Hold your tongue, and be silent fool!"

 

Maraae felt like he was being attacked by each and every member of the Council. They all stared at him pitifully, which made him most angry. But he not dare defy the Council, he took a bow and calmed himself. As Muay sat down there was a short pause in all communication, then the discussion started again.

 

"The Son is everything in our future plans to conquer, he is the absolute acquirement we need for our triumph! If he is taught the ways of the Jedi, it will lead to a disaster for the Sith! Do you understand the importance in this mission?!" Trimphro asked impatiently.

 

Maraae was silent.

 

"You have been asked a question Maraae, answer!" Muay demanded.

 

"Y- yes, I - ..I do." Maraae stumbbled.

 

Dark Lord Oriaa, who has been silent for the whole trial, finally spoke. Oriaa's words echoed of many voices, as if Oriaa was made of many people; both female and male.

"Death will not be a necessary penalty in this case Maraae, but only because our value in numbers are growing. For your own sake, you will not return to us unless you have the carrier. You are dismissed." and it was final. Oriaa's words was law. Maraae dismissed himself from the Council, and headed for his ship in a hurry. Without his crew the mission would prove to be difficult, but Maraae was determined to find the carrier and restore his honor.

 

Beattrix woke up, feeling a lot better. She felt at peace, for the moment, and ignored all physical pains. Beattrix was once again alone in the room, but she was assured that Olan was in the room next to hers. She sat up from the bed, judgeing that she was well enough to walk a minimum. The floor felt cold against her feet, but she ignored it. She was standing straight and tall, blocking out all of the slight pains that caused tension to her legs. She put a foot out infront of her attempting to walk, and she opened the door leading to a hall. She looked to the left seing an endless hallway with doors on each wall. To the right she saw what appeared to be the main room of the enclave. There were many Jedi walking around, of different gender and different species.

 

There was a giant fountain that was placed in the center, and it spilled out many different streams of water. In the corners of the room were each placed with a statue, in honor of previous Jedi or heroes. The statue placed in the northwest corner was of Master Vrook, a well-known Jedi who has helped saved the Republic from Jedi many times. The northeast corner was carved the figure of an old man who hunched low, and had many creases. But he had a gentle look of peace, in the statue at least. The inscriptions below on the mantle said, "The Great Kila, the first of the Jedi Watchmen". The southwest statue was a hooded figure with a red mask to hide it's face; the reading below stated, "Revan, the Redeemed Savior". And the southeast corner had a mantle, with no inscriptions or any writing. This corner was being saved for another hero of legend.

 

Beattrix was amazed with the enclave, the paintings on the walls, the beautiful fountain, the statues, all of them showed a sign of luxury to Beattrix. She loved this place, even though this was her first time here.

 

"Enjoying the view?"

 

Beattrix turned around. It was Olan, who looked annoyed.

 

"You are in no condition to be out of bed Beattrix, what are you doing?" he asked.

 

"I'm fine, really, I am."

 

"Well you don't look it. You still have bruises and wounds all around your body, you really need to be in bed still."

 

"But that's boring, there's a lot more to see and do out here." Beattrix turned and signaled Olan toward the main section of the enclave.

 

"You'll be able to explore later Beattrix, but you really shouldn't be out of bed."

 

"Oh come on, I'm fine, I promise." Beattrix said as she smiled to Olan.

 

"Well..." Olan began. "Alright, but just don't run around or do anything too exhausting, it wouldn't be good for you."

 

"I won't." she replied. "... Olan, why don't you show me around the enclave? This place is remarkable!"

 

Olan chuckled, "You kind of get used to this place, but I know what you're talking about. I felt the same way when I was first recruited to be a Jedi, and saw this room."

 

Olan and Beattrix both looked around, amazed at the sight. "Alright, I guess I'll show you around. But don't expect me to act like a tourist guide."

 

"I won't." she said with a light giggle after.

 

"Alright, well, this room here is known as the 'Room of Heros', and I think you can imagine why." Olan stated. "On with the tour then!"

 

Olan walked across the room, signaling Beattrix to follow. Beattrix felt awkward, everyone in the room was greeting her saying, "How are you feeling?" or "Awake, huh?". But she replied to the answers politely and ignored the statements. She hurried to follow Olan to where he was taking her. They came to three different hallways that led a different direction. Olan walked down the hall to the west, and Beattrix followed. The hallway seemed long, and there were no decerations anywhere, and there weren't any doors or rooms until the very end of the hall, showing only one door that had an amazing design. It showed a young man that had a blue lightsaber ignited, he was wearing Jedi robes and looked at peace, but it also showed another young man who held a red lightsaber and showed intense anger.

 

"The door represents to pathways of the Force. Either the path of the Jedi, or the path of the Sith; light, or dark. This door was made to remind the Jedi that enter through of the threat of the dark side, and the alliance of the light." Olan said. He entered a code into a near-by ternimal, and the door opened. "On we go then.".

 

The door opened, and there was a man inside who looked very much like the man on the door's designs. His red lightsaber was already ignited, and he began to walk up to Beattrix. Olan stood there, watching.

 

"Olan...! Do something!" Beattrix screamed.

 

The Sith jumped in the air flying across the room. He lifted up his lightsaber and thrusted it toward Beattrix, but as the lightsaber touched Beattrix's flesh, he and his lightsaber disappeared, and Beattrix was unharmed. Beattrix was confused, and terrifyed. She was angry at Olan, for doing nothing, but she was also curious to why the Sith suddenly vanished. In reason, she asked a simple question.

 

"What the hell just happened?" Beattrix asked.

 

"You tell me, Beattrix. I don't know what happened, because I could not see it. What did you see?" Olan asked in return.

 

Beattrix was now more confused than before, but she trusted that Olan wasn't lying when he said he didn't see what happened. Otherwise, in her mind, Olan would've helped her. She said nothing, she just stared inside the room.

 

"This room is known as the 'Room of Destiny." Olan said. "It's supposed to show you what remains in the future.".

 

Beattrix grew pale, was it her death that was to come, or did that vision mean something else?

"I saw a man with a red lightsaber, he came toward me and attempted to strike me down, but he vanished before he could touch me." she explained.

 

"No real harm would've came to you... but this vision is... disturbing." Olan said.

 

"Why did you bring me to this room? What was to be gained out of putting fear in my mind?" Beattrix asked.

 

"Much." Olan explained. "You are aware that the Sith believe you to be the carrier of a prophecy, a dark leader of it's era."

 

"Yes, I know this." Beattrix said annoyed. "But, I still don't believe it."

 

"But you do, Beattrix. Your feelings say so." Olan replied.

 

"... What did that vision have to do with the prophecy?" Beattrix asked.

 

Olan said nothing, he just looked at Beattrix with a calm smile.

 

"Come, I still have much to show you of the enclave." Olan said as he walked back down the hall.

[KotO[REvan]]

Onto chapter four! Hope you all enjoy it!

 

Evan Works // Prophecies of the Dark - Part I - Son of the Sith

 

Chapter Four:

 

Beattrix has seen much of the Jedi Enclave. She's seen the medical bay, the training grounds, the meditation chambers, the Room of Heros, and the frightening; Room of Destiny. Olan was done with the tour, even though there were many rooms and areas he did not show Beattrix. He walked her back to her room, and watched as she lay back down in bed.

 

"How much longer will I have to stay here?" Beattrix asked.

 

"By tomorrow you should be able to get out of bed." Olan answered.

 

"No, I didn't mean this bed. I meant this enclave. When can I leave?" Beattrix asked again.

 

Olan paused and hesitated to answer, but finally words came out of his mouth. "I don't know." he said quietly. "I'll keep you updated with you're injuries and recent events. But for now, you'll just have to trust the Council and I." Olan walked out of the room keeping the door open.

 

Beattrix couldn't go to sleep, she was wide awake and she felt like she was being forced to lay down in this bed. But she knew it was to treat her injuries. So many questions kept on popping into her head, questions that she herself couldn't answer. How could she be the "carrier of the Sith" if she wasn't even pregnent? How did she even get to Dxun, add why was all of this happeneing to her out of all the people in the galaxy? All she could do was lay there and wonder about these things. And that's what she did.

 

Meanwhile, Maraae's vessel came out of hyperspace, he could see the big planet of Dantooine clearly. In his head he was planning on how to capture the carrier, how to get her back to Lanqe in one piece and in good health. This would not be an easy task for Maraae, but his honor depended on his success. Maraae wanted to capture Beattrix at night, while she was asleep. The mission would go much smoother this way, but there would also be guards and a matter of protection. He would have to make some sort of distraction if he was able to get Beattrix unnoticed.

 

Maraae flew his ship to the opposite side of the planet, to avoid being spotted and to plot his mission. He landed his ship in the outer-boarders of a small city. It looked populated and looked like a good place to hire a bounty hunter, which is what Maraae was planning. He needed someone to attack the Jedi Enclave on the opposite side of where Beattrix is being held. And since the chambers and rooms for the wounded were located to the west side of the enclave, the bounty hunter would attack the east, to get the Jedis' attention away from Beattrix. The plan seemed perfect, Maraae was sure it would work. What was left to do was to hire a bounty hunter, a good one.

 

In the town was a bounty hunting guild, a well-known guild around Dantooine. That would be Maraae's first place to look, naturally. Maraae entered the guild, and the building looked completely empty. There was only one human sitting behind a desk, who greeted Maraae as he walked in.

 

"Greetings dear Sith! Welcome to Jokle's Bounty Industry!"

 

"I have no time for salutations, I need a top-class bounty hunter - now." Maraae snapped.

 

"Alright then, let me call out Kilet, our finest hunter currently." The man reached for his comlink and dialed a set of numbers. "Kilet, you're needed at the front."

 

Moments later a female Falleen came out from a hidden door from underground. Her eyes looked deadly and cold, and her face had an intention of killing.

 

"You have work for me, mister?" she asked in a soft tone. "Of course I have an expensive price."

 

"Money is of no matter to me, follow me." Maraae said. He walked outside of the guild, with the Falleen closely behind him.

 

"What will you have me do, then?" she asked.

 

"You will attack the Jedi Enclave." Maraae replied.

 

"Ah.. the Jedi Enclave? That shifts the price to double. That's a very dangerous mission you're asking of me." she said.

 

"Like I said, money is of no matter to me. You'll be paid you're worth. Now let me go over the details." Maraae began. He explained the mission to her, and was exact and clear on the directions.

 

"Sounds like a tough job, I should be ready by tomorrow then. I need time to get the right supplies and materials." she said.

 

"No. Get you're supplies by this night. I'm on a limited schedual." Maraae demanded. "I'll be at the guild near sun down, be ready by then." Maraae turned around and headed back to his ship. His plans were working out smoothly. He has found a capable bounty hunter, and he would soon have the carrier of the Son, Beattrix.

 

Olan came in through the door, Beattrix was wide awake and immediately stared at Olan as he walked in.

 

"I've talked to the Council about you're situation, and they would like an audience with you." Olan said.

 

"An audience?" Beattrix asked. "What about?"

 

"I myself don't know, but it's clear it's about something important." he answered. "Please come with me to the Council." Olan said.

 

"Alright..." Beattrix replied hesitant. As Beattrix got up from bed and walked to Olan she asked, "Why do they want an audience with me all of a sudden?".

 

"Well, I told them what you saw in the Room of Destiny, and they were troubled with the information I gave them. They wanted to talk without my presence, and when they called me back in they asked for you. So that's why." Olan explained.

 

Olan and Beattrix walked down the long hallways of the enclave, passing many rooms and doors. Finally they approached the Council's chambers, and there were four Jedi standing before her and Olan. There was three human males that were middle-aged, and one female Miraluka who seemed pretty young.

 

"Ah, Beattrix. Please, take a seat." the Miraluka said as she waved her hand toward seats. Beattrix sat down, and Olan left the room.

 

"I am Laen Marr, and with me are masters Talo, Arrano, and Hael." Laen said as she named the Jedi in order from left to right.

 

"What is this about?" Beattrix asked.

 

"Olan has recently told us that you two ventured into the Room of Destiny, and that you saw a disturbing image of a Sith attacking you." Hael said.

 

"Yes, this is correct." Beattrix said.

 

"The Room of Destiny shows us what lays ahead in the future, what still remains in our lifetime." Talo stated.

 

"Yes, I know this. Olan told me already. What did the vision mean though?" Beattrix asked impatiently.

 

"It meant that you will be hunted by the Sith, and possibly killed." Laen explained.

 

"...what?" Beattrix asked scared.

 

"As you know, you are the carrier of the 'Son of the Sith' which means countless Sith will be after you, such as Darth Maraae. This puts you in danger of death, as the Room of Destiny showed you." Arrano said.

 

"Then I will need protection! I can't be captured by the Sith! I need to go back home with my family, and friends!" she yelled.

 

"The matter of portection is why we brought you here to the acadamy, Beattrix." Arrano said.

 

"..What do you mean?" she asked.

 

"Beattrix, during your stay here at the enclave, Olan has noticed a minor bit of Force sensitivity in you." Talo said.

 

"For your protection, and that of the galaxy, we have decided to train you with the Force, to become a Jedi." Hael said.

 

"A - a Jedi?" Beattrix asked calmly.

 

"Normally we don't train people as old as you, but it is vital that you are trained for uses of protection against the Sith." Laen said.

 

"Will you accept this invitation to become a Jedi, Beattrix?" Hael asked.

[CSI]

Is Laen Marr offspring of Visas Marr? Interesting idea... However nicely done.

[Diego Varen]

Oh no, an offspring of Visas Marr, I can't imagine the thought. Two good Chapters KotO[REvan] and I'm sorry I didn't reply. I'm looking foward to seeing if Beattrix will accept to become a Jedi. Looking foward to more.

[KotO[REvan]]

Is Laen Marr offspring of Visas Marr? Interesting idea... However nicely done.

 

Yeah that was the idea I was aiming at. When I was all done with this fic I was going to add an "extras" section to show all of the hidden features and secrets in my fic. Such as Laen Marr being related to Visas. And another one: Olan Matale is offspring of the Matale family (found in KotOR I on Dantooine between the family fueds of the Matale and Sandrael).

 

Oh no, an offspring of Visas Marr, I can't imagine the thought. Two good Chapters KotO[REvan] and I'm sorry I didn't reply. I'm looking foward to seeing if Beattrix will accept to become a Jedi. Looking foward to more.

 

No worries, I can be patient.

Thanks for the comments! More to come.

[HappyMojo]

There are a couple of grammar mistake, and a few words are misspelled. But hey, who doesn't make mistakes once in a while. But word could easily pick them up.

What I like about your story is the continuation. Your language has a good flow. However, you do make some rather rash jumps in the story, but they could easily be fixed with better formatting (More space between the segments in the story)

 

I'll look forward for more.

[KotO[REvan]]

There are a couple of grammar mistake, and a few words are misspelled. But hey, who doesn't make mistakes once in a while. But word could easily pick them up.

 

Well yeah I'm kind of young and I'll make mistakes with grammar and spelling from time to time. But I'm glad you can understand what I'm trying to say.

 

What I like about your story is the continuation. Your language has a good flow. However, you do make some rather rash jumps in the story, but they could easily be fixed with better formatting (More space between the segments in the story)

 

What do you mean about 'jumps in the story'? At what parts in my fiction do you see this? If you could point them out it would help me for when I edit it for my final version. Glad you like it, and thanks for the comment.

[HappyMojo]

OKay, here are two of theose "jumps" I've talked about (Look in the quotation)

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Beattrix couldn't go to sleep, she was wide awake and she felt like she was being forced to lay down in this bed. But she knew it was to treat her injuries. So many questions kept on popping into her head, questions that she herself couldn't answer. How could she be the "carrier of the Sith" if she wasn't even pregnent? How did she even get to Dxun, add why was all of this happeneing to her out of all the people in the galaxy? All she could do was lay there and wonder about these things. And that's what she did.

 

JUMP 1 -> You could fix this by either changing the formatting or inserting a meanwhile -> "Meanwhile, Maraae's vessel came out of hyperspace..."

 

Maraae's vessel came out of hyperspace, he could see the big planet of Dantooine clearly. In his head he was planning on how to capture the carrier, how to get her back to Lanqe in one piece and in good health. This would not be an easy task for Maraae, but his honor depended on his success. Maraae wanted to capture Beattrix at night, while she was asleep. The mission would go much smoother this way, but there would also be guards and a matter of protection. He would have to make some sort of distraction if he was able to get Beattrix unnoticed.

 

Maraae flew his ship to the opposite side of the planet, to avoid being spotted and to plot his mission. He landed his ship in the outer-boarders of a small city. It looked populated and looked like a good place to hire a bounty hunter, which is what Maraae was planning.(look at jump 2) He needed someone to attack the Jedi Enclave on the opposite side of where Beattrix was being held. And since the chambers and rooms for the wounded were located to the west side of the enclave, the bounty hunter would attack the east, to get the Jedis' attention away from Beattrix. The plan seemed perfect, Maraae was sure it would work. What was left to do was to hire a bounty hunter, a good one.

 

JUMP 2 ->This jumps to a new location. What is the name of the town or city? For instance, you could write something like: Maraae set the course for XXXX where he would hire a bounty hunter. The city had a notorious bounty hunter guild...

 

Or something like that - just something to carry your story into taht area. (not a biggie, or perhaps I just need more coffee)

 

In the town was a bounty hunting guild, a well-known guild around Dantooine. That would be Maraae's first place to look, naturally. Maraae entered the guild, and the building looked completely empty. There was only one human sitting behind a desk, who greeted Maraae as he walked in.

 

Cheers

[KotO[REvan]]

Ah.. okay! Thanks, now I know what you meant. I really didn't realize I did that

Thanks for pointing that out, I'll be sure to edit that in my final version.

[CSI]

KotO[REvan], that's okay to have some mistakes. But just be sure that you learn from them. Looking forward to more...

 

BTW, WELCOME TO LUCAS FORUMS AND HAVE A NICE TIME HERE. IT'S AN ORDER THAT ANY OBJECTION WILL BE DENIED.

[KotO[REvan]]

KotO[REvan], that's okay to have some mistakes. But just be sure that you learn from them. Looking forward to more...

 

BTW, WELCOME TO LUCAS FORUMS AND HAVE A NICE TIME HERE. IT'S AN ORDER THAT ANY OBJECTION WILL BE DENIED.

 

I know, and I'll try to advance in my grammar and spelling. Thanks for the comment.

[KotO[REvan]]

Chapter five! This is the shortest chapters of all in my fic, but it's still good and it leaves a cliffhanger. It may seem unfinished, but I wanted to end it this way for future reasons. Enjoy!

 

Chapter Five:

 

A Jedi? Beattrix thought as she raced the words through her head over and over. When she was young she would always dream of being a Jedi, she would pretend that she was the savior of the galaxy. But she knew that being a Jedi had some consequences, effects that would take away human nature, such as love and hate. Though, she felt she was ready for the disciplin and hard work that a Jedi had to face. She really wanted to be a Jedi, it was always her dream. "Yes." Beattrix said finally.

 

"Then you shall begin your training tomorrow, young Beattrix." Laen said.

 

"But for now you are dismissed, and may the Force be with you." Hael said.

 

Beattrix almost ran out the door, she was so excited. She shut the door behind her and turned the corner to the halls, where Olan was waiting for her.

 

"Well?" he asked. "What did they want?"

 

"Olan! Guess what? They've asked me to become a Jedi!" Beattrix screamed.

 

"A... Jedi?" Olan asked.

 

"Yeah! They want to train me with the Force! It's always been a dream of mine to become a Jedi!" Beattrix said.

 

"Yes Beattrix, that sounds... great." Olan said sadly.

 

"Why do you say that so depressed? This is good news, isn't it?" Beattrix asked.

 

Olan smiled, and then slightly frowned. "Being a Jedi can be... rough, Beattrix." Olan said.

 

"Yes I know, but I'm ready to face the challenges!" she yelled.

 

"Beattrix you're not listening! If you take the path as a Jedi you may never see your family again! Us as Jedi have to let go of bonding loves, and we seperate from our family to start th--"

 

"I never knew my family anyways!" Beattrix almost cried out.

 

"Beattrix... but I thought you said before that--"

 

"I don't want to talk about it." Beattrix said calmly, as she whiped a single tear from her right eye.

 

Olan saw that it was not a subject that Beattrix wanted to talk about, so he let the subject go. He placed his arm on her shoulder, and smiled. Then he turned around and headed to his room.

 

On the other side of Dantooine at the un-named town, Maraae hurried back to the Bounty Hunter's guild where he impatiently waited for the female Falleen to return. After minutes of waiting, the Falleen came into the guild prepared to her best performance. She was covered in a suit that seemed to be made of iron, and she had blasters and grenades all locked around her waist belt. She looked deadly, and worth the credits.

 

"Are you ready?" Maraae snapped.

 

"Yes." She said. Maraae started walking to the door, but the Falleen put her arms out to stop him.

 

"What's this...?" Maraae asked frusterated.

 

"There's a large bounty on your head, larger than the credits you'll give me for this mission of yours." she said. Maraae was silent. "I was going to complete your job first, and then kill you to add up the credits, but attempting to kill the Jedi in their own enclave is a little dangerous. Better to be safe than sorry." The man sitting behind the desk quickly ran for the door hidden underground, to escape being injured.

 

"Better to be safe than sorry...?" Maraae asked. "You don't know how sorry you'll be!" Maraae said as he ignited his lightsaber in a rush, attempting to cut through the Falleen's metal. She quickly jumped out of the way and spaced herself from him.

 

"My name is Ieka, I'm sure you've heard of it. I'm famous for killing the most Jedi, both light and dark, in the history of Bounty Hunters." Ieka stated. Maraae raised his left hand and started striking lightning at Ieka, it seemed that the armour was immune to it.

 

"Did you not hear me? I've killed many Jedi, both light and dark. I know all about your Force powers. This suit of mine blocks anything you try to hit me with." Ieka said. She pointed a blaster toward Maraae, and blasted a fully-charged shot. Maraae thrusted his lightsaber to block the shot, but oddly the blast cut right through the saber, and impaled into Maraae.

 

"It's a specially modified blaster, crafted by a Jedi Master during the Mandalorian Wars. One of my ancestors stole it from them, and it's been passed down the bloodline ever since." Ieka said as Maraae kneed to the ground.

 

Maraae still said nothing, he seemed to be concentrating on something.

 

"And now, I'll kill you." Ieka said.

[KotO[REvan]]

Chapter Six:

 

Beattrix woke up, it was in the middle of the night, and she couldn't sleep. All day she's been thinking about the training ahead of her. The missions she would be sent to do, learning the ways of the force, and just holding a lightsaber seemed to hype her up. At sunrise she would start her training as a Jedi, she felt so proud of herself. She tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep, but she couldn't, she was too excited. Her eyes popped back open, and she stared at the ceiling

 

Olan couldn't sleep either, he felt worried for Beattrix and her future. He knew as well as anyone that being a Jedi was difficult and sometimes dangerous. Not only are the Sith looking for her, but now that she's a Jedi she will be sent on missions by the council, sometimes life-threatening ones. But he knew he couldn't change Beattrix's mind, she was set on becoming a Jedi.

 

Beattrix looked out of the window, one sun was setting, and the other sun was just beginning to rise. The morning was coming close, soon her training would start. All of a sudden, she felt very tired. She wanted to fall asleep and wake up in what seems to be seconds. She closed her eyes, and instantly fell asleep.

 

On the planet Lanqe, the Sith Council began another meeting. All six members of the council were sitting around a large circular table made of blue glass and which had beautiful designs of past Sith legends. Lord Trimphro cleared his throat, and he began to speak.

 

“A messenger has gave me news that Maraae has failed in his mission, yet again. Citizens of Dantooine have seen Maraae destroyed by a simple bounty hunter. What is the next course of action?” he asked.

 

“It seems that we cannot trust the simplest of us Sith the receive the carrier. We must send someone far more wise, and someone with far more experience.” Madam Muay said.

 

“Agreed, but the Sith numbers are decreasing, we cannot waste another life in this mission. We must send someone who can get the job done.” Apo stated.

 

“You two are forgetting that Maraae was indeed a top-ranked Sith, who was very skilled and talented with the Dark Side. It'll be difficult to find someone who can overcome the skills of Maraae.” Trimphra said.

 

“Ah, but Maraae was known for his knowledge, not power. We must send someone with more strength to retrieve the carrier.” Opa said.

 

“Power alone cannot get the job done, Lady Opa. And neither can knowledge. We need to send a Sith who is well-balanced in all areas of combat and wit.” Trimphro spoke.

 

Darth Oriaa was carefully listening to all of the member's words, but he did not speak or reply to anything they said. He simply listened, and waited.

 

“I agree with Trimphro, we need someone who is capable of this mission.” said Muay.

 

“But who is capable?” Trimphra asked.

 

“Perhaps one of the Council should go?” Apo asked hesitantly.

 

“But if there is a chance of one of us to die on this mission, then that would be a terrible loss for the Sith.” Trimphro said.

 

“Though it seems that one of us would get the job done on our first attempt, I think it's a good plan.” Opa said.

 

“Then there is the question of who should we send?” Muay asked.

 

“I think it would be wise if we, my sister an I, go to catch the carrier.” Apo said. Opa nodded.

 

“Even though you two work best together, it would be unwise to send two of the Council, when we only need one of us to get the job done.” Trimphra said.

 

“I think we should send --” Trimphro began, but was interrupted.

 

“I shall go.” Dark Lord Oriaa spoke. All members of the council looked at Darth Oriaa, and they spoke no more. It was settled, Darth Oriaa would go to Dantooine to capture Beattrix, the Sith carrier.

 

Beattrix once again awoke, she was fully rested and was eager for training to begin. She removed her blankets and hopped out of bed. She opened the closet door to find a new and clean pair of clothes, thanks to the nurses and hospital droids. She removed the clothes from the hanger and placed them neatly on her bed. She ran over to the door to lock it, and she shut the blinds to block view of the window.

 

She quickly removed her dirty clothes and threw them in a corner. She picked up the new pair and put them on in a rush. She straightened her clothes to a comfortable position and opened the blinds to the window. She ran back over to the door, unlocked it, and raced out. She went past the Room of Heroes and down the long halls of the enclave, she came to the Jedi Council's chambers and she opened the steel door. All four of the Jedi Council members were standing next to each other, looking at Beattrix as she entered.

 

“I'm ready for my training!” Beattrix said.

 

“Then we shall begin.” Talo replied.

 

“Beattrix, each member of the Council will teach you certain things needed to know for becoming a Jedi. Master Arrano is the Jedi's Chronicler, he will teach you the basic and advanced knowledge of the Jedi.” Laen Marr said. “Master Hael will teach you about the Force, how to obey it and how to use it properly. Master Talo is the Weapon's Master here at the enclave, he will teach you training in combat and in weapon knowledge. And of course, you will need a mentor to guide you through training.”

 

“Who's my mentor?” Beattrix asked.

 

“The Council has come to the conclusion that Olan Matale will be your mentor. He is a well-trained Jedi and knows much about the Force. He will help you much during your training.” Arrano said.

 

“Olan?” Beattrix asked in joy. “That's fantastic!” Beattrix said.

 

“We have made Olan your mentor for a specific reason, to resist the temptation of love and attachments.” Talo said.

 

Beattrix looked dumbfounded. “Love?! That's completely ridiculous! I do not love Olan!” Beattrix said.

 

“You cannot hide your feelings, Beattrix. We can all notice your feelings for him.” Hael said. “It is not the Jedi way to allow such attachments to sink into our lives. But that's why he will be your mentor, to remind you that such feelings are forbidden against Jedi.”

 

“Why is love forbidden to the Jedi? Love shows kindness and self-less acts.” Beattrix asked.

 

“Of course the Jedi show love to all living things around us, but we do not permit the love you speak of.” Laen said.

 

“Love can lead to fear of loss, fear can lead to lust for power, and lust for power can lead to the dark side. Such acts have been seen many times in the Jedi history.” Arrano said.

 

“But for now we will drop this subject, and begin your training as a Jedi. Please walk with me Beattrix.” Hael invited. Beattrix and Master Hael walked out of the Council's chambers and back down the long hall way.

 

“Where are we going?” Beattrix asked.

 

“To get Olan, he'll be with you while you train.” Hael said.

 

Beattrix nearly blushed. Beattrix and Master Hael came to Olan's dormitories, Hael knocked on the door, and in a matter of seconds Olan opened the door smiling pleasantly.

 

“Good morning Olan.” Hael greeted.

 

“Good morning Master Hael, good morning Beattrix.” Olan replied.

 

“Are you ready?” Hael asked.

 

“Yes, I am.” Olan answered. He walked out into the hall and closed his door behind him. The three of them walked down the hall to the front exit, they were going to travel the Dantooine plains, where Beattrix has not yet been. It's finally started, Beattrix's training as a Jedi has begun.