[Fic] Redemption: Story of the Jedi Exile

[Lord Spitfire]

This is a fanfiction on a topic that I haven't seen used much - what did the Exile do in his seven or so years in Exile?

 

Redemption: The Story of the Jedi Exile

 

Chapter One:

 

"So, how much do you want?" asked Terrel Cora sharply to the dock manager.

 

The manager thought for a second. "Well, I would have to say about 2000 credits for a passage to Onderon."

 

"I don't have that much," replied Terrel. "I'll give 1500."

 

The manager gave a short laugh and shook his head. "It's 2000 or no passage - I've been getting a lot of people who have been coming through this port now. You know, the war just got over and all, so there are a lot of Veterans wanting to go back home to their families."

 

Terrel spat on the ground. He was in no mood for this. "So you're saying I came all the way from Coruscant, slept on the streets in the lower city in order to save up for a passage, and almost got killed over and over again by the swoop gangs, just for you to say I can't get off this rock?" Terrel snapped at the Dock manager.

 

But the manager just smiled and shook his head. "Next in line!" he yelled out, forcing terrel to get out of the way.

 

He couldn't believe this. He couldn't be stuck here forever! He looked around at the dock, seeing several platforms of which freighters were coming and going, with a line of people buying passages from the dock manager. Terrel couldn't help but notice that most of the people were in their twenties and thirties. It was true, Taris was a popular place to go through for soldiers who were going back to their homeworlds on the outer rim.

 

Terrel sighed and shook the brown hair out of his eyes. He took a relaxed breath. He always liked how Taris was so cold. It always relaxed him somewhat in his tension. He'd been here a few other times during the war, mostly for diplomatic reasons.

 

As he opened his eyes, the realization came back to him. He either needed 500 more credits or he needed to steal a ship. He rubbed his face. Since Taris was a Republic Controlled Planet, the government would give Soldiers a discount of anywhere to 1000 to 1500 credits, and Jedi could just go by freely. But technically, Terrel was no longer a Jedi.

 

He looked around. To his right was the Republic base, and the dock was on a floating platform between that and the street. Not having any other choice, Terrel walked onto the street, turning left to take the elevator down to the lower city.

 

It was a long descent, almost five minutes. Terrel just made himself comfortable and sat in the corner. He was wearing a tattered grey cloak to cover his clothes and his pistol. Underneath the cloak he was wearing a black robe, a robe that would, seven years later, be donned by the Sith Assassins.

 

He had black leather gloves, an energy shield on his left wrist, and cowering his entire lower arm on his right was probably his most prized possession.

 

It worked as an energy shield, if he slid open the black covering there would be an assortment of buttons - that device on his arm could story files, maps, and download any information. It was as if he had a computer on his wrist.

 

He pressed one of the buttons and out popped a holomap of Taris that he had downloaded a couple of years ago. He then pressed another button to close it. There was a ring, signaling his arrival. He got up, slid the black armored covering over his wrist, covered his robes with his grey cloak, and walked out to the stink and decay of the lower city.

 

He found an abandoned corridor and lay there to rest for the night . . .

 

***

 

Terrel jerked awake. Sweat was pouring down his chest as he looked around. He got himself to his feet.

 

Around him was a black, rocky terrain. The smell of corpses hung in the air as there were groups of bodies around Terrel. He moved up to the edge of a rock, and he looked down onto an open area.

 

He gasped.

 

As far as the eye could see, there lay thousands - no, millions - of corpses. The skies were black and green, and remnants of huge, dead ships littered the open area.

 

“I thought you would come back here, even if it was only in your dreams,” said a cold voice behind him.

 

Terrel gasped and turned around to see a man draped in a black cloak, with a white mask covering his face. “Who- who are you?” asked Terrel.

 

The figure gave a laugh. “I am Nihilus, but most importantly, I am you!”

 

“Wh-what are you talking about?” asked Terrel, backing away. “And where am I?”

 

The man known as Nihilus laughed again. “I am the infected force potential that you cut yourself away from, to survive. So instead of letting me die in peace, I was trapped inside your soul - the soul that you lost here, on this battlefield on this broken planet.”

 

“Who are you!” yelled Terrel. He was scared now.

 

Nihilus reached towards his mask and opened it. What Terrel saw made him scream. He screamed as loud as he could.

 

When he woke up im an abandoned corridor on the streets of Lower Taris, he was still screaming.