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So the 'Jedi and the Iridonian', i didn't mean to put. What I MEANT was 'A Jedi and a Zabrak.' but no, i'm too retarded to type the right word. Anyway, these two are the Exile and Bao-Dur. I just thought there was more to their relationship during the Mandalorian Wars than he let off, and this is the story I came up with.


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A Jedi and a Zabrak

Chapter one: There is no emotion… there is only peace.





“We will not go to War. We cannot simply run onto the battlefield, without thinking out strategy - we would be no better than the Sith.”


“I agree. The Jedi are not trained in the arts of war. We believe in peace - we cannot simply give into our emotions of anger, and rage against the Mandalorians.”


“Only a fool would wage war against those savages. If you go to battle, you defy the Jedi… and if you defy the Jedi, you pay the price of being Exiled.”


“The Jedi order has no place for savages; for hateful, spiteful beings; for the likes of the Dark Side.”


End of Flashback



I remember that day, as if it were the present - a group of Jedi on Dantooine had decided to stand against the Council, requesting we strode to war to aid the republic; to aid the victims who lived on target planets, on the Outer Rim, whilst the Mandalorians blasted through the galaxy as they pleased. They had been clever, starting on planets, which were outside the orders jurisdiction, the Mandalorians. They really were savages, since they had had no purpose, except it was ‘in their blood.’ However, I couldn’t really argue, since I was out here, on Dagery Minor, hiding out in the Republic’s underground hideout, deciding whether to attack full on, or take the advice of the Council, and use strategy.


It was no matter, though. I was commander in this battle, and everyone listened to what I had to say… And I had many great followers; many great handfuls of the Galactic Republic and Jedi, willing to fight off the Mandalorians; I just hadn’t thought of a plan, yet.


I felt a presence behind the door of my office - it that of Bao-Dur, a leading and very talented mechanic in the Mandalorian Wars. He was on our side, thank the Force. He had helped us with so much; I was proud to have him as my right hand man - he and I thought up of battle sequences together, and his logical mind, with my intellectual and creative approach brought together some of the greatest victories our side had seen since the Mandalorian wars had begun.


“General Topas.” He addressed me.


I looked up from my desk, which was stood before me, and greeted him with a wide grin. He wasn’t only my right hand man - he was my friend. A close friend. We had met, at the beginning of this battle, which began three weeks prior to this time, and ever since, we had worked closely, spoken, and spent many nights conversing about ourselves, our home, our people, and about the wars. It was difficult not to talk of the wars, in this situation. It was difficult to survive without someone to be there for you.


“Yes, Bao-Dur?” I replied, and he returned with a smile I knew only too well. He was indeed, in need of answers, but not a sombre question; the smile reassured me of this.


“I was thinking, do you want to talk…?” the Zabrak paused, realising just how questionable his… question was. I gave a prompt laugh, and nodded at the seat in front of my desk, as if saying ‘yes’ to his question.


He took the seat in his hand, but did the usual: Instead of sitting in front of me, as if I was interrogating him, he repositioned the seat just besides mine. We’d decided we were too much of friends, to be considerate of the ’sit in front and behind the desk’ rule, if you wanted to talk to the Commander. And before he sat, he held his arms out, invitingly. I accepted the embrace, standing to his height - he was barely a few inches taller than me - and slung my arms around his muscular build. We stood there for a number of seconds, and I didn’t care whether he wanted to part or not, I closed my eyes, comforted. In these times, you never knew when you were going to lose a close friend, or how you were going to lose them. And Bao-Dur was a very close friend at that.


It was strange how we had become so close, in truth. I just guess it was due to his youthful, and sincere personality, with my thrill-seeker attitude. Or maybe it was the fact we were both here for the same reason. Our hate for the Mandalorians was unmatched. I didn’t really know, but I quite liked it. It gave me… Hope. It gave me life, whilst everyone here was losing their will to go on; losing their hope… And unfortunately, losing their lives.


However, we kept our friendship professional, or at least tried to. The Mandalorian Wars needed no distractions, especially battles like Dagery Minor, because that was where people could lose their lives. And I loved Bao too much to just endanger him.


“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, as we parted, sitting in our most uncomfortable seats, which were lent to us by the Republic - of course they were uncomfortable; most of them resented the Jedi at this point, for being so crude and ‘not wanting to get involved.’ The bastards. At least Reven and Malak had stood by us, on the day of our ‘turning’; Reven was the one who inspired us all. Every Jedi who had died here, every Jedi who was still with us, making a difference here, had been inspired by Reven’s ‘defiance‘, which is what the Council called it. But enough of that.


“Well,” Bao-Dur went on, brushing my shoulder with his hand, as if there was some dirt on me. Probably was, dang Republic chairs. “You know like we said that we had to keep our friendship professional? I was thinking, maybe, General--”


“Stop calling me that, Bao-Dur,” I muttered, in a serious tone, but punched his arm, playfully, insinuating to him I was joking. My tight mouth quickly transformed into a wide smile. “No really, General is so cold and impersonal. Call me Topas. That is my name.”


Bao-Dur chuckled to himself, and looked down, as if shy. He continued: “Well, I was just thinking - even if we did keep it professional, it didn’t mean we had to keep it professional… outside the battles.” His mouth twitched, and I was almost delighted by what he‘d said. If he was thinking what I was thinking… I would be betraying the Jedi Council completely and utterly… But that didn’t keep me from… feeling. Or perhaps I was being overzealous in my musings.


“What do you mean?” I enquired, acting completely oblivious to his meaning. I knew what he meant, pure and simply, it was just that I had never… Allowed myself to bond so much with someone. The Jedi didn’t encourage emotions, and I was Jedi from as of young.


“I think you know exactly what I mean, General-- I mean, Topas,” Bao-Dur stared at me, long, and it almost soothed me. I had to admit, I’d grown very fond of the Iridonian over the past three weeks. And those three weeks, felt like years. “But, I’m guessing from the expression on your face, you’re too afraid to say it, or maybe you don‘t know, I‘m not sure - it‘s a new expression, Topas,” he smiled, once more. Damn, did he know me. “We’ve known each other for three weeks, I just… I just… Can’t help but think - maybe there’s something…” He paused, trying to find his words.


His expression was very much, quite serious. Quite sincere. Oh so honest. And I couldn’t help but allow my lips to curve upwards - they were out of control. I was saying, over and over, in my head: stop smiling, Topas. Stop it! But, alas, feelings were feelings… I just couldn’t admit them. I was such a Jedi---


At that point, a Republic man stormed into my office, and immediately Bao-Dur threw himself into an upright stance, and whipped out a hydro spanner. He acted as if he was observing it, and then hastily uttered: “looks fine, General. But if you have any more problems with it, don’t hesitate to call upon me. I‘ll be over in a jiffy.” He winked at me, from the eye that the Republican couldn’t see, and then placed his hydro spanner down on my desk. Shortly after we’d looked at each other, for a brief moment, almost as if trying to talk through our minds, Bao-Dur exited my office.


I turned to the ignorant rat who had barged through my door, without even knocking. “What is it?” I shouted, briskly. What could possibly be so important that he had to barge in, at a time like that?


“Miss… General… General, the Mandalorians!” He gasped, trying to catch his breath. He had obviously ran a great length.


“What is it?!” I demanded, shouting, as I stood instantaneously. I was now growing fearful. What about the Mandalorians?


“The Mandalorians are approaching - I… I fear they have… d-discovered our whereabouts,” he exhaled, dramatically. “They’re coming right for us.”


Oh Sith’s Blood…


“Quick, alert everyone to join them, head on - heaviest artillery we have. Get the armour - everything. We’re going to mimic their attack.” I commanded. I knew we should have attacked, first. Blasted Mandalorians. But how on Dagery Minor had they discovered our secret base? It was secret. Which means that no one else knows! Hastily, before the Republic trooper left to inform the rest of the troops, I added: “Use the backward entrance… Just in case they don’t actually know where our hide out is. It could be a trap.”


“Yes, General!”


And with that, the man sprinted from the office, leaving the door completely and utterly, wide open. The bantha.

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A Jedi and a Zabrak

Chapter Two: Ignorance, yet Knowledge…[/B]



I sliced through the last waves of Mandalorians with my violet double-bladed lightsaber, ducking, somersaulting and dodging any attacks that were fired my way. The Mandalorians had chosen an army of melee combatants to challenge our force, however, we were lucky enough to only get away with a few deaths. I trusted my lightsaber into the heart of the very last warrior, twisted it, violently, and cut upwards, through his mask, a great whisp of blood shooting into the nights sky.


I wasn’t sure whether the blood had landed, or whether it had simply flown up so high, that it entered the dark corners of space, but I froze, for a moment. It seemed as if all time had frozen with me. The gentle breeze that I had felt blasting against my skin; the glaze of the burning sun, on my head. I was numb to it… but just for a moment.




I’d ventured back into our hide out, the Jedi sector. We were not too welcome, amongst the Republic, at this time. I was quite surprised that they were even permitting us to mix with them, but I guess that was because we were willing to help. Their Commander was stubborn, but he knew a deal when he saw one, and that was all us Jedi were - the key to a possible victory. I wished they respected us more.


I was seated by myself, in the crowded dinner hall. We weren’t really served the most luxurious of foods, but we had nothing, otherwise. Even if the food was disgusting and few, it was better than starving to death, like some of our younger Jedi had. I’d warned them, countless times, yet even as a Commander, a General, I was unable to prevent their slow, idiotic death. Perhaps War was just too much for them. At least they rested with the Force now.


However, even as I was situated in the dining hall, I chose not to eat. Perhaps it was just hypocritical, but I hadn’t eaten today. I felt something before, and it felt wrong. But also right. It was like a surge in my body… but I had more important things to consider, like - why did the Mandalorians attack with such a weak force? Perhaps it was a trap? Perhaps it was just overconfidence? I did not know, and it was troubling me greatly.


“Hello, General,” I heard the familiar voice of Bao-Dur, once again, and he sat in front of me, almost stifled. His voice was back to it’s usual drone, but it was that wonderfully interesting drone of a voice, that made me smile.


“Hey, Bao.” I replied - we couldn’t show much emotion towards each other, or even familiarity, in crowded places such as this. The Republic shook their head at him entering this Sector, nevermind conversing with the Jedis Commander. I guess I was a little paranoid about our situation - but no one else seemed to give into emotion - and I didn’t want to step out of line as a Commanding office, and as a Jedi. It would discourage everyone.


I was about to speak, so ask him whether he took part in the battle, but before I could, he stood, brushing his hand along my shoulder, and strode past me, and as he did, I heard a ruffle of paper, in the same place he had laid his large hands. Slyly, I peered about to check whether anyone was watching in on our little message passing, and I carefully unfolded the piece of paper, which was now lay down on the table, which I sat at. It was written in Iridian, but Bao-Dur knew quite well, I spoke his species language - it was probably a safety precaution, in case someone else tried to read it. Clever.


I read the note:


Come to the mountains behind the base, when the sun is on the horizon.

Wait for me there.


I knew what this was - our usual meeting. We regularly changed the location, in case Mandalorians spotted us, and threatened to attack. We thought things through. I guess that was another thing we both had in common - our minds worked excellently. Sometimes, I even thought that we had some kind of telepathic connection, and even if that was possible, I highly doubted it.


I folded the paper, once again, and tucked it away inside my bra. Safe keepings - no one would look there for it! Like I said - excellent minds.


I sighed into my hands, which I’d just realised were absolutely freezing. That was strange, especially since we were on a hot planet. But besides that, I needed some relaxation - I was glad to be accompanying Bao later on, but that was later. I was tired… If only there was a bar here. That was one thing I missed about being free from war - the entertainment at the Cantinas. I almost missed the locals at the bar, breathing their hot, drunken breath all over me, whilst I threw them half the way across the Cantina. Yes, war was that annoying.




I was headed towards the mountains. I wore my bronze robes, baggy and comfortable. They brushed along my skin, with their silky, cotton texture. The temperature was cool, but more to the warmer side. The breeze, which was brought, was just as cool, and as it sent goose bumps down my arms; down my legs’ down my spine, I shivered, but it was a pleasant shiver. It relieved me of all the strain from battle, and left me revitalised. I then allowed the fresh air of the oncoming Dagary Minor mountains to cleanse my lungs. I enjoyed it.


I began climbing the mountain, which was on quite a gradual slope, which made it quite easy to walk up, as opposed to walking through the mass amounts of Mandalorian bodies - dead and alive. And there was probably a few dead Republicans and Jedi mixed in with that, too. Sith’s blood… I was obsessed with the war, and I couldn’t take my mind off it, but it didn’t bother me, all the same. I just seemed quite obsessed with it.


I looked up from the ground, and up to the sky, and to my utter shock, Bao-Dur was stood merely centimetres away from me. My eyes grew in size, and I halted, instantaneously. I felt my face grow hot, for a moment, and I turned away, embarrassed.


“Glad to see you, Topas,” he spoke, in his whispery voice. His voice probably had the most calm, casual tone, I’d ever had the pleasure to hear. His brown eyes gazed down on me, and he backed up, a tad, sitting on the ground, which was quite rounded. How cliché. But I guess, if you travelled around every single planet in the galaxy, you’d have to find somewhere that was a little cliché.


“You too,” I joined him, and shut my eyes, wryly. “How’s the repairing been? Found anything you couldn’t fix, yet?”


“Not yet,” he chuckled, “although one of the Jedi did try to purposely break their lightsaber to challenge me. Thing was, he wasn’t aware that I have taken a liking to Jedi weapons.” he told me, staring up at the cloudy sky of Dagary Minor. Blue clouds, at that. The atmosphere must have been full of some reactive gas. Figures. “All he’d done was rearrange the emitter fixture, and taken out the lens. Wasn’t the brightest of Jedis, I have to say.”


I smiled to myself. “Easy stuff. I can’t believe the Order actually trained him to be that brain dead.” I muttered. We knew we weren’t here to discuss mechanics, despite the fact we were both skilled in that field - him greatly more so. But nonetheless, it continued.


Bao-Dur combed his fingers about the blunt horns on his head, slowly, and stopped to touch at a particular horn. He was nervous. He always did this, when he was nervous.


So I said something personal, I’d been wanting to talk about, for a while. “You know, I know that we’re trying to avoid war talk, when we meet up, but today, and a few other days… when I fight, when I kill, it feels…” I was trying to find another words to describe the feeling, without saying ‘good’. If I said that, I would feel psychotic. But I guess it was true. I bit my lip, and admitted it: “good.”


I leant my head on Bao’s shoulder, and rested there, peacefully. His body was warm and oh so easy to put your weight on. His muscular build reassured me, and he placed his head atop mine, whilst creeping his arm around the curve of my back, loosely.


“I feel like that, sometimes,” the Zabrak told me, honestly. He too, sounded disappointed in himself. “Sometimes, when I stare into the dying eyes of the Mandalorians, I see emptiness, and I see pain. But every time, I smile, and I feel like I’ve done some amazingly good deed.” his descriptions were cold, but as I shut my eyes, I listened, contentedly, whilst remaining concerned.


I enveloped both of my arms, around Bao’s waist, connecting my arms by my hands, on the other side of him, so that we were cuddling, sort of. “I know what you mean. For all the hurt they’ve done to the galaxy, it’s like an achievement when I stab my lightsaber into them. Y’know. I kill them in cold blood, and it’s good.” I said, opening my eyes. I realised just how emotionally detached I had come to that of the hurt in others, and just how emotional I had come, with love, anger, sadness. It was the complete opposite of what the Jedi taught - it was the Sith’s perspective.


“I guess we have good reason, though,” my friend reassured me, rubbing my arm, continuously. “The Mandalorians ruthlessly killed many of my species… No reason to.”


I joined in, “The Mandalorians hurt anyone, just because they could.”


“Apparently it’s in their blood. It doesn’t mean that it’s in their actions.” Bao-Dur was now disheartened. I could feel his anger in how he clutched at my arm, and shook.


“I suppose they deserve it,” I added, tracing my right hand over his head, which was actually quite smooth, to my surprise. I wanted to calm him down. “And in the end, when the Mandalorians have lost, we’ll be the ones to thank. We’ll be the ones who avenged those people…” I sighed, unconvinced by myself. “At least they’re with the Force now.”


“Agreed.” Bao-Dur admitted, and looked down on me, apologetically. His eyes were like suns, radiating their magnificent glow upon my fair skin. I wished he could read my mind. “I hate that the Republic dislike the Jedi who came here, like you. The people they should be hating are the Jedi who didn’t come, and the Mandalorians.” His voice dropped to a calmer tone, yet I could still hear the loathing in his words.


“I know!” I jolted into an up right sitting position, my arms, and his arms, still in place. “We could have thought ’forget the Republic, they can do it themselves’, but we hated the Mandalorians and Reven was so right. We needed to do this; we chose to help. It wasn’t us who say idly by.” And how true that was. “Though, sometimes I stop and think - why am I here?” I paused, and sighed, shuddering. “Sometimes I feel like there’s little point in anything. This war, so far, is a losing battle, the Order will no doubt Exile me, and the side that we’re on are ungrateful.”


“I’m not ungrateful,” Bao-Dur smiled, widely, playing about with strands of my brunette bangs. His eyes were flitting between eye contact, and what I perceived to be my lips. My heart sped up, strikingly. “In fact, I’m glad you came. Who else could be an annoying ’smartarse’ mechanic, and also be the most interestingly beautiful person I‘ve met?” He smirked, focussing on my face.


“Oh, I know,” I pronounced, deciding to go along with his little personality contrast joke. “And who could be the most monotonous half-robot, but also the most caring, fun Zabrak on this side of the galaxy?”


“Low blow, with the half robot thing, General,” He stated, laughing, and I made a shocked expression.


“Oh - General? We gone back to my title now?” I spoke, mock arguing with him.


“Yes, General. Indeed we have.”


Oh, he was sly.


We stared for a while; a while that felt like hours. But joyous hours at that. And I don’t know what came over me, or what came over Bao-Dur, whoever decided to move forward first, but our bodies slowly began losing distance between themselves, as our faces became closer and closer. I closed my eyes, feeling the darkness of emotion consume me, and our lips grazed, ever so lightly, but we did not kiss. It was kind of like we had realised that it had gone too far, and we stopped, or maybe it was simply because it felt right. I didn’t know what it was, but when our bodies resumed the prior distance, and our eyes opened, my fingers were gently touching the side of his face, and his hand was weightlessly rested on my spine.


I blinked, staring into his hazel orbs. Wow.


We said nothing, and instead, continued our cuddling, staring at the fantastical view that was a scope over Dagary Minor. The sky had turned to black, now, with a thin line of deep blood red on the horizon. The stars glittered, behind the clouds, like they were trying to break the boundless barriers, and reach down to us.


Then I realised, our hands were interlinked.


If killing the Mandalorian savages felt right and yet wrong, simultaneously. Hell, this was something else.

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A Jedi and a Zabrak

Chapter Three: Passion, Yet Serenity



The other night, on those beautiful mountains with Bao-Dur was still very much on my mind, and every time I placed my mind upon the almost kiss, my stomach flipped like a crazed gizka on stimulants. Though, with every flip, I felt the light of the Jedi swiftly fading within me. I suppose the Council had warned Revan and Malak of this, as well as us, and yet on that fateful day, when Malak recruited all of us strongly feeling Jedi, I went forth without even a second thought.


I still felt that way now, however, now I felt more detatched than usual. It was a questionable circumstance.


My being was situated in the Diner Hall, once more, but this time I was accompanied with a young Jedi, playing Pazaak for the last Blumfruit, which wasn’t really a delicacy to humans, but it was about the only decent food served. We had to make do with findings on Dagary Minor, even if it meant eating harmful stuffs at times.


I placed a plus five card down, counting a fifteen. My hand had a plus two, a minus six and a minus two. The young Jedi’s total was eighteen. Unless he had any minus’, I doubted he was going to win the final round, since his hand had a total of one card left. I uttered the word “your turn,” he drew a card from the deck, and his total became twenty-five. My stomach squealed – I was taking this game home! I smirked, and chuckled in an oh so cliché way. The Jedi sighed, and taking a sip of his bland drink, he threw his hand down on the table, and mumbled: “stand.”


“Aw, bless. I’ll be taking that Blumfruit,” I said, in the most patronising way possible, which was possibly a huge mistake, because after I took the first bite out of my winnings, the Jedi decided to hatch a cunning plan.


“So, I heard something about you and Bao-Dur,” the boy told me, and instantaneously, I began choking on my blasted Blumfruit. It took a few gags of my throat to finally free myself of the lethal food, as it splattered on my Pazaak side deck, laid out before me.


“Schutta crap,” I cursed.


“Well?” The boy persistently enquired, again.


I did not have to answer to this minor Jedi who lost to me at Pazaak. Plus he was probably a Mandalorian in disguise. So I spoke with earnest: “what do you mean?”


“A few Republic soldiers have been gossiping about yours and Bao-Dur’s relationship,” he spoke, smiling slyly. The fool. “You know – going into your office all the time, having strange conversations about hydro spanners – oh, and this is a good’n – sitting alone on mountains, together.”


I decided to materialise excuses for each an every one of these pieces of evidence, maintaining a straight face. “Well, as you know, Bao-Dur works under me as a technician, and because of this we need to speak a lot about fixing things. Hydro spanners are used to fix things. And sitting alone on mountains? Are you that gullible? If we ventured out onto the surface, the Mandalorians would injure or kill us. Do you see any serious injuries?” Well done Topas.


“You keep kidding yourself, whilst you revel in your Blumfruit, General,” the Jedi spat, shaking his head. “The Jedi code is more important than a Republic mechanic. Remember that.”


On that last note, he stormed away from the table, and I wanted to shout ‘anger leads to the Dark Side!’, nonetheless, my mouth was packed with Blumfruit, so it kind of prevented me from saying it. I sighed into my hands, after guzzling the food down. I guess the boy was right. I was leading away from the Jedi Code, which ultimately meant, leading away from the Light Side. But the Council weren’t perfect, either – their code states ‘peace’ and yet they hid, in cowardice. Still are. They have nothing on the Jedi fighting this war. Nothing.


I felt sick to my stomach, now, and I had merely devoured half of the Blumfruit. What a waste of winnings. I hated this war. I hated the Mandalorians. And I hated the Jedi and the Republic. It seemed that the only people in this war that didn’t want to hurt each other, was Bao-Dur and I – and people looked down on that. Why was being a Jedi so difficult? Why couldn’t we love? Having no emotion was like being a hollow object in the Force – and I didn’t agree with the Sith, but I didn’t agree with the Jedi either… and that was when I realised I was being just like the Council, sitting here, waiting for the Mandalorians to attack us. It was time for us to attack them. But first, I needed Bao-Dur.


I sent a Republic soldier to find the Zabrak, whilst I returned to my office, hastily. I sat against the front of my desk, facing the door, staring it down, almost menacingly. I breathed; it was time.


The door slowly opened, to reveal the familiar Iridonian, and he strolled in, shutting the door behind himself, approaching me, gradually. His hands weren’t tensed, at all, and his features were a mixture of seriousness and longing. Eye contact was made, as I gazed right into his hazel pupils – full of hurt, full of adventure, full of revenge, full of love… And that was mirrored in my heart. The room was absolutely silent; not even steps outside could be heard. I raised my right hand, and waved it across the door, using the Force to seal it, tightly. No one would get in, now.


“General?” Bao-Dur muttered, now centimetres away from me. His smirk was evident, and I felt my lips grow into an identical smirk.


“Shut up, Bao,” I grabbed his waist, wrenching him towards me, and I leant backwards, comfortably. His face neared mine, and my face neared his. My eyes closed, calmly, and my lips commenced the well known tingling, finally touching, erasing all distance between us. I moved my mouth, at a fast pace, and he mimicked. His arms were now gently gripped to my back, as my left hand explored his delicately warm skin, under his shirt, and the back of his neck, creating more pressure to our kiss.


My heart was racing, as I breathed into him. His body and mine, now had no restrictions between them. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. But it felt so right. My hands moved about his body, feverishly, as his traced the outline of my bra, back and front. The kiss deepened, as I now began exploring with my tongue, and pulled his face in closer, even closer.


Suddenly, I felt Bao-Dur push me fiercely onto the fable, flat, as he resumed his place on top of me, our legs entangled. I reached down, touching the rim of his trousers and---


“General,” Bao-Dur parted from me. What was it? “Was there a reason you wanted me here, or are you just doing this?”


“There’s two reasons, Bao,” I told him, honestly, refusing to part eye contact, clinging to some hope the mood wasn’t destroyed.


“What are they?” He enquired. I had to hurry and answer his questions – there wasn’t time for them.


“Well the first is that I wanted to tell you… Well, you’re amazing. And I really like you.”


“I feel the same, exactly, General,” he joked, once more. I tell you, if this General thing continues, I’m calling him ‘soldier’.


We smiled at each other, our faces remaining relatively close. “And the second reason, is I think we should attack the Mandalorians head on, as soon as possible.” I told him.


“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say both of those things, Topas,” Bao-Dur pulled himself away, and sat on the edge of the desk, allowing me to resume an upright position, instead of the prior ‘awkward’ one. “I’ve wanted to slice down these maniacs since the beginning of the Mandalorian Wars, and longer,” he went on, peering down at the ground, his back to me. “They deserve death, and nothing more.”


“Indeed,” I agreed, “but I didn’t want to rush into it without saying I care for you, first,” I looked away, shy. I could feel my face burning with happiness. I’d never actually done anything like this, before. “I didn’t want to attack full on, without saying this, just in case.”


“Then, let’s finish what we were doing,” he turned back to me, grinning widely, he too, was seemingly blushing. I greeted his ecstatic features with a mirror effect, and nodded. “When do you suggest we attack?”


“Early hours of the morning. Lead them into a false sense of security; they won’t know what hit them,” I replied, solemnly. “We’re going win.”


With that, I pulled Bao-Dur onto the desk, and I lay across him, on top, switching our original places, and for hours, we continued my first intentions, time ticking by, at lightning speed. My heart teeming with excitement, my every cell bursting with lust, my mind dancing, rhythmically…


And the Jedi code, gone.

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A Jedi and a Zabrak

Chapter Four:

Chaos, yet Harmony


Soldiers, Jedi, droids - all had been strewn onto the battlefield, with my prior command. We were going to attack the Mandalorians head on. My double bladed lightsaber was ready, at my side, as I stood before the army of Republic soldiers and Force wielders, alike. It was emitting a powerful heat, one of which I had never felt from it, before. Perhaps it was mirroring my thoughts and feelings - hateful, heated feelings. I knew, now, why the Sith thought themselves to be more powerful - the lightsaber had an extra kick, probably fuelled by the Force.


A savage wind was howling against the army, which would make it far more difficult for attack. Perhaps I should have withdrawn my fights, then, before charging on ahead, to the known whereabouts of the Mandalorians. They hid, not, underground - but quite literally, in the open. They claimed it was ‘honour’. But I saw no honour in those freaks of nature. Those war-obsessed sentients, with their basic animal instincts. Urgh…


“Ready…” I called out, loudly, above the crowd of combatants. The droids readied their weapons, as the Republic soldiers held their blasters and vibroblades to a battle position. The Jedi had long ago, zapped on their lightsaber, and I could see the magnificent glows of oranges, greens, blues, yellows and violets teeming through the gaps in the army. They were supposed to stay packed together! I rolled my eyes, ignorant to the fact the Republic soldiers were possibly afraid of the any lightsaber being near them.


I turned to face them, knowing that I was turning my back on the spec of Mandalorians, in the distance. I used my Battle Meditation to fuel my speech, feeling the Force stream through me as if a sudden confidence had struck my veins, and was now being pumped throughout my body. I also wondered if Bao-Dur was amongst those Republic soldiers, and my heart felt a dead halt in itself; I could not allow thoughts of the Zabrak to endanger my Battle Meditation.


“The Mandalorians are savages,” I exclaimed, proudly. “We have come this far, and we have the might of the Republic, the Jedi Order and even the military’s finest weaponry and droids - and what do the Mandalorians have? Nothing! They are alone, in this War, as we fight together,” I could sense the confidence and influence rising within the hearts of every entity in the field. “Tonight, we battle to save the galaxy! Tonight, we destroy the Mandalorians - tonight, we bring back our pride!”


A cheer rose, powerfully, from every mouth that was visible, before me. Perhaps the Mandalorians had heard, but the army was powerful now. It was time to attack, and win the battle.




Every soldier began to move, I swept myself around, skidding my boots against the rocky, sandy ground, and mimicked the army’s movements, following, closely, the frontier of the attack. My thoughts rushed with a buzz, and yet, the Zabrak would not budge from my mind. The kiss, the table - perhaps he was with us, now, perhaps he was not - however, either way, I felt my concentration slipping, at the mere thought of Bao-Dur, and feared for his life. This attack certainly was too sudden for me - I merely hoped that the rest of the army was ready.


I could see the Mandalorians coming closer - they had indeed, heard our cheers and my speech, and possibly the battle cries, as we charged forward. Their army was up, and ready for battle. Their blasters, their vibroblades; some had even come unarmed… How insulting, I mused.


Minutes apart. Seconds. Milliseconds. CRASH!


Our side hit them head on, swords clanging together, lasers zipping into the air, and sparring matches in most places, were taking place, I leapt over the front line, and into a puddle of Mandalorians, slicing their limbs apart, and stabbing them where ever I saw fit. I spun about, being careful not to hit any advancing Republic soldiers, or Jedi, and swooped to the ground, tripping Mandalorians over, in the tens. I cut through their defences, hearing the ‘zoom’ of my lightsaber, as it went.


I hope Bao-Dur is okay - I’m sure, if I know him, he’ll be right here on the battle field… and probably not far behind me, I thought, fear striking me, once more. What if he’s already injured? What if… No. Keep fighting, Topas. I lunged at my next opponent, who used his foot, to kick the hilt of my lightsaber; he managed to dodge the attack, yet I still held firmly onto my weapon, nonetheless, I was now open to attack, and I felt a sudden slice of the Mandalorian’s vibroblades against my rips.


Cursing, hate pumped about my blood, and overpowering his attack, I slashed the lightsaber, down through his shoulder, directly through the centre of his chest, and yanked it out, at the side of his left leg. If I could have seen his expression, it would have been once of absolute agony… but possibly even relief, of being killed in battle. Pathetic Mandalorian ‘honour.’ His body flopped down to the ground, in two pieces, and lay before me, defeated.


I took this time to observe the battle around me… and to my utter dismay, my vision brought my misfortune. With one look, I could tell that our side was losing. Republic soldiers had fallen, all over the place, their bodies littering the battle field, like useless foot packets strewn to aside - finished. Blood leaked about, in puddles; dark ominous puddles. A few Jedi were even packed in with their likes, hilts of lightsaber had fallen to the ground, and I could see Mandalorians scavenging for weapons, using the Jedi tool as their own. People I had known; liked; disliked - were now dead. Defeated, at the hands of these monsters.


I felt my heart’s peace quicken, and my stomach flipped what seemed like a million times… as my vision also brought me, an motionless Zabrak amongst the sea of dead bodies. The battle was moving on, ahead, and I knew they needed me - but …


I sprinted towards the Zabrak, and widened my eyes, when I reached him, so my revelation… I was right. This was who I thought it was - my own, Bao-Dur. I fell to my knees, in a panic. I could sense he still lived, yet, he was incredibly hurt. Blood was everywhere, emitting from a vacant arm, like a river with an unstoppable current.


“Oh ****,” I whispered to myself, my voice hoarse and terrified. I could feel my lip quivering. “Bao-Dur? Bao? Are you still there? C’mon, you have to respond!” I screamed at him, receiving no response. My eyes were fully open, high with terror. He couldn’t die, not now. We had been in the battle for little under thirty minutes, and he had already fallen. Perhaps he was only a technician. “Oh Sith’s blood. Oh god. You schutta!” I bellowed in direction of the Mandalorians.


I knew what I had to do, to save Bao-Dur… but this was at expense of the battle. Would I be so careless as to abandon my team mates at a time like this, for the one I loved? Or would it be possible to aid both, and still win? I blinked, needing an answer now. My fingers were twitching, the hairs on my arms, and my spine, on end. I knew what I had to do.


I hastily hauled Bao-Dur over my shoulders, carefully trying not to hurt him any more. I glanced about, in a panic, for his lost limb, however, it was nowhere in sight, and there was no time left. I sprinted, my legs burning; itching to reach the destination point. I used the Force to power my run, my legs suddenly feeling eased, and simultaneously, empowered. They ran at an immense speed, covering metres in fractions of a second. My arms, my hands were clutching rightly around Bao-Dur’s muscular and unmoving entirety; sweat was beginning to roll down my face, like a fountain.


Minutes passed, and eventually I reached the base, pulling myself beneath the trap door, and sprinted down the corridors to the medical bay, careful to dodge obstacles, such as chairs and walls, as I ran. I skidded to a halt, at an enormous, heavy white door, and blasted my way through it. Hastily, I placed Bao down on the bed, and used the Force to bring a bandage to my hand.


The blood was still coming out at incredible speeds, and didn’t appear like it was in the mood to stop, until the Zabrak was dead; drained of the red fluid. I knew one way to stop it, however, that would be discarding more of the man’s arm, without his permission. It was already quite useless, and death was looming ever near; I had to act. I had to.


I pulled out my lightsaber, once more, igniting it, and left it hovering over Bao-Dur’s arm, which was now in my grasp. He felt terribly cold, but his breathing was still there; and I could sense him, alive. I just needed to act, before it was too late. Inhaling, gradually, and exhaling, in the same manner, I slowly pulled the lightsaber blade over the place where his arm would have been, and slowly but surely, the gush of blood began to stop, as the skin burnt into a solid patch of skin. I switched my lightsaber off, and fell to the ground, beside the medical bed, tears balancing on my eyes.


Too close.


Nonetheless, I had no time, I had to return to the battle, and aid my companions. I pulled myself together, kissing Bao-Dur on the head, goodbye, and locked the medical door behind me, in case he tried to escape. Sure enough, he would be able to bypass the security, but it would slow him down. I could not allow him to re-enter the battle, in his condition. I trod down the corridors, back to the trap door, to the surface, but something caught my eye.


I looked up, an in an instant, I felt a powerful blow to my face. I stumbled back, against a nearby wall, and ignited my lightsaber, standing in a battle ready position. At first, I thought my eyes had deceived me; but no. I had clearly forgotten to lock the trap door, and a group of Mandalorians had followed, because right before me, my eyes brought my the sight of four Mandalorians, clad in blue armour, armed with vibroblades and laser guns. Idiot.


I quickly swung at them, buying time to protect Bao-Dur, but I needed to return to the battle! The war was already on it’s losing side, and without my presence there, with Battle Meditation, our numbers would surely be dropping. This was probably why the Mandalorians were here - the Republic soldiers and Jedi, sent to battle, were probably not enough for them.


My lightsaber sliced into the heart of one of my attackers, and I kicked him out of my sight, into the corner of the corridor. I next swung myself about, my weapon making contact with another’s vibroblades, and cut it directly in half. Nonetheless, he stepped forward, apparently unphased by my attack, and almost as if automatic, I swung my blade at him, clean through his neck, detaching his head from his body. The next two came at me, simultaneously, swinging their vibroblades at me, and blasting their way to me. I felt a laser make contact with my shoulder, twice, and blast my leg once. However, I ignored the pain, jumping into the air, and landed behind them. Before they could react, I wrenched my lightsaber through both of their waists, slicing them in half, and their detached bodies fell to the ground, beaten.


I nodded, proud with my ’art’, and quickly sensing that no other entity was within the headquarters, I used the Force to speed me up, once more, this time locking the trap door, behind me. I just hoped it wasn’t too late.

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So she loved Bao even during the war? I like the emotion that you displayed because I could put myself in the moment and imagine the surroundings. Very suspenseful chapter. The only comment I would give is that flashbacks might be better if she saw something in the present that reminded her of the past. The flashback is great, but it is not integrated with the story... unless that's your aim. Can't wait to read more.

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A Jedi and a Zabrak

Chapter Five

Death, yet the Force


Time had ticked out beneath our feet, and the battle had come to an end. I had earlier, re-entered the Medical Room, to find Bao-Dur hunched in a corner, clutching the top half of his decapitated arm, staring at the ground. I hastily ran to him, and jeered him off the ground, and onto the bed. He did not struggle against me - he merely seemed shell-shocked… out of it. At least his arm had ceased it’s bleeding.


I was currently sat beside him, on a chair, caressing the furthest side of his face, whilst he gazed, vacantly, at the ceiling. I was furrowing my brows, concerned - never before had I seen the poor Zabrak in this condition. He had always been alert, dedicated… and what was he now? He was just an empty shell, or so it seemed, transfixed on something.


I exhaled a great heap of breath, suddenly feeling a pang of regret in my stomach. It made me cringe - especially when the pang would not go away - would not leave me alone. It had happened… I had made a mistake. And my friend had paid the price, of losing one of his limbs…


Finally, he seemed to stir from his mesmerised state, and slowly rotated his head, so that his hazel eyes were focussed on me. I gave him a warm smile, best I could, without looking too upset. I had to control my emotions. Or did I? I had already fallen so far from the Jedi code, that any hope of returning to it, was pretty much futile. I had shown every aspect of emotion there could be, I had ignored the teachings of the Jedi, I had shown my feelings to the Zabrak before me, and I had caused chaos in the battle zone. That was exactly what the Jedi taught against.


“Topas…” he muttered, voice, hoarse. “What happened?” he enquired.


I looked upon him, thinking of how to word the prior events. I closed my eyes, sighed, and reopened them again, clutching Bao’s hand, in a caring manner. He squeezed on it, which seemed to demand all the strength he could muster. “You see… during the battle, I saw you on the ground. You’d suffered a few injuries…” I paused - remembering that sight was awful, and it tore me apart inside, simply to recall it. “You were bleeding. A lot. And I noticed that… your arm was gone. You were probably beaten by a group of Mandalorians, by the look of the injuries you have--”


“No. I remember, I was against one. I was just too… weak.” He grunted, his face displaying a mixture of emotions, that I could not entirely read. There was sadness, anger, and self-pity, in there… mingled with something else. I simply stared on at him. He continued, “He was too powerful for me - hit my blaster from my hand - and… well, I can’t remember anything after that, because everything went blank…”


“My guess is that, when he knocked the blaster from your hand… he also….” I could not find the words to express it.


“Cut my arm off.” Bao mumbled, bluntly. I gave him a look of sympathy, but he seemed reluctant to take it, as he resumed his gawping at the plainly white ceiling, above. I watched as his chest rose, trembling a tad, as he exhaled and inhaled. He was evidently hurt, physically and emotionally. If I was not mistaken, I could almost see a teardrop contemplating the side of his face, before he blinked, and it disappeared. What had I done?


I was at a complete loss of what to utter - usually this had never been a problem for me. I had always been at frequent knowledge for comfort; for help; for inspiration. I had been appointed to General, partly due to this - but when I had needed to call upon it, most, I had failed. Both in battle, and in personal moments. And that was when I finally realised that, when I was part of the Jedi Order - those words of inspiration, of ‘care’, of ‘help’, had not been solely from my heart, but they had come from the Jedi teachings. They were meaningless, nothing. The Jedi had taught me to use my ‘skill’ to it’s greatest… but now I pondered upon this… was that skill really there? Or was I simply skilled at repeating the Master’s words? I had been a fool.


“Did we…” Bao-Dur paused, portraying a pained look in his eyes. “Did we win the battle?”


And this was where my heart down right dropped out of my body, and dashed against the floor. I felt the colour in my face drain, and my eyes widened, in resentment. My heart began beating at an immense speed, and I could feel the top half of my body heat up, in panic. Even my throat fell dry, as I tried to speak, and the only sound that I could manage was an “uh” sound. Which, notably, sounded croaky. I wanted to run away, as far away as possible, and just let my emotions out - let them wreak havoc on myself, for what I had done.


I finally found the courage to muster the answer… “No.” Although, he surely saw it coming. “We lost. Numbers of theirs fell, during the battle… but even more of ours fell, too. I don’t think any of the younger recruits survived - Republic or Jedi.” I shook my head. Sith’s blood. “They’re all outside, in other Medical Rooms, most of them injured. But they have already been tended to. It’s just the scars of battle that are troubling them now.”


“And loved ones…” he croaked.


“I don’t think anyone loved each other, out there…” I told him, honestly. “I think perhaps, that is why we lost.” I bit my lip, certain of this being one of the main purposes in the loss. “The Republic hated the Jedi. The Jedi had been taught not to love.”


“You’d have thought that… with an enemy such as the Mandalorians…” Bao spoke, his cooled, calm voice finally breaking through, with a clearing of the throat. “…that we would have all rose together, united, and tried to defeat them. Sure… most of us hated each other, but we hated the Mandalorians more.”


I simply nodded at this. He spoke the absolute truth. The Republic should not have hated the Jedi; hated me, in such a way, simply because we had arrived late on the scene. And the Jedi Code should not have taken place in this battle. I had tried my best, to stick to it, but my love, my feelings, had gotten the better of me. And perhaps, in some respects, that had been my downfall… but if it was not for that love, Bao-Dur, perhaps, would have died. If I felt nothing towards him, if my emotions were non-existent, Bao-Dur would have bled to death on the battle field, undignified. And that was where the Jedi Code failed us all.


“I’m so, so very sorry…” I whispered, and buried my face in my robes, as I lay myself against him, front ways. He did not seen phased by my action, but simply relaxed. “I shouldn’t have… ordered an attack, so abrupt. No one was ready.”


“I was,” Bao whispered, in response. “If you hadn’t ordered an attack, the Mandalorians would have committed a full scale battle, and we definitely would have been unprepared.” There was logic mingled in his words, true. “You saw how many there were of them, compared to our first little battle. They were perhaps readying their recruits to obliterate us, but we caught them midway. Many more would have died and suffered if we did not act first…”


“Perhaps… But all fault is on my shoulders, whether we attacked first, or they attacked first,” I explained, deeply pained. My heart was ripping shards into my soul, it felt. I could feel myself gradually deteriorating under this self-blame. “And when I saw you, out there, mortally wounded, I died a little inside.” I could feel tears screaming to be freed from my eyes. But I would not allow it. I was stronger than that - I had to be. “I thought you had died; or were dying. And I felt lost. I think at that point, the Battle Meditation wore off, and that was when the Mandalorians began to fight back.” I clenched my eyes shut, angrily, and gripped tightly around Bao’s hand. “That’s why it’s my fault… I was stuck. I was confused. I…”


“Do you regret helping me?” he enquired, genuinely. I flung my vision to him, and stared, long and hard into his beautiful eyes. I was insulted.


“Did I regret helping you?” I muttered, in a frenzy. “Of course I didn’t! I would never regret that! I… love… you.” I found saying that words, was difficult to mutter. But it was truth. I did.


“Then, either way, you would have had a regret.” He told me, wisely. Since when had he become so knowledgeable? Okay, I knew when. But I was under the impression that his intelligence derived only, from mechanics. “If you had left me, and kept Battle Meditation going, and won the battle, you would have regretted my death. Though, I would rather have been left there to die, than to exchange my life for so many others.”


“But you don’t know whether we would have won, if I had stayed,” I said, nonchalantly. And I guessed that this was true. “If I had left you, and then lost the battle, there would be two regrets, and a heart that I would never have been able to repair.”


“General?” He said in a hushed tone. I smiled, humoured.


“Yes?” I waited for him to speak, my stomach dancing about, as he lifted himself into a sitting up position. He gazed at me, and I gazed back, simply enamoured at him, and he pecked me, tenderly on the lips, closing his eyes as I did, too.


When we reopened them, I saw only one thing in his eyes, and he muttered it aloud, before I could register it…


“I love you, too.”

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I just read the whole story in one sitting. I really like how descriptive it is... as Rev said its very easy to get immersed in. I like how you display the hard choices in war and how its not all glorious. I like the Bao and Fem Exile romance. Very enjoyable, and got the emotions going. :D



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