Would anyone be interested...

[Jedi_Monk]

Would anyone be interested in reading a Star Wars fan fiction I wrote? It's called The Ancients and takes place sometime after the New Jedi Order books, after Luke Skywalker's time. Would it be alright to post it here? I mean, I know Lucas doesn't care about people writing fan fic and making fan movies and such, but would it be okay on a LucasForum?

[Ben_Walker]

I'm not sure if its okay or not to post SW fan fics on one of the LucasFourms but I would be interested in reading your fan fic.

[OnlyOneCanoli]

Sure, go ahead.

[Ben_Walker]

Yeah, I agree with Canoli, go for it!

[SPY_jmr1]

let'er rip!

 

might need to find some webspace though......

[matt--]

People have posted fan fic before. Knock yourself out!

[Jedi_Monk]

Okay! I've been working on this story off-and-on for the last year and it's, unfortunately, not complete. That's one of the reasons I'm posting it, because I've got a massive writersblock on it and maybe you'll have some suggestions on how to continue it when you've read it. If you've got any questions or any comments (also fishing for compliments), please post them! This is the prologue, and if you want me to post more, let me know.

 

The Ancients

 

It is a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

The Planet Rivium.

The woman's scream for rescue seemed to fall only upon lifeless stone walls and twisting streets, slick with the rain of the storm which had just passed. They were all around her, a ragged assortment of aliens and creatures who were human only in name. She tried to break through their ranks with a sudden dash but she was seized by one, his arm wrapping around her neck. She cried out again, this time cut short by the hand of her assailant which clamped over her mouth.

"I was instructed by the Master not to harm you," her captor whispered against her ear. "But I was never one to follow orders, so don't struggle much." As he spoke, she could feel a deactivated vibro-blade press against her back through the plain white dress she wore.

"Unhand her!" a man's stern voice called from the darkness. The owner of this voice stepped forth, cloaked from head to foot in a thick brown robe.

All around, the cool night air was filled with the sound of clattering steel and metal against leather as vibrosabers, blasters and rifles were drawn. The gang now had every blaster and projectile rifle trained on the one lone figure.

"She is our's, man!" the leader of the gang called. "Turn around, walk away, forget about this, and we'll spare you... maybe!"

"I will not leave unless the girl comes with me," the stranger said in kind. "You will release her into my custody, and you will walk away and I will spare you."

The leader laughed uproariously to the cloud-dappled night sky. While he seemed to be distracted, his prisoner tried to pull away from him; but she was only drawn back roughly, the vibroblade pushing against her that much harder, making her wince. "And who do you think you are to give us orders, eh?" he shouted, baring his crooked, discolored teeth. "Some kind of Jedi?"

Wordlessly, the stranger parted his cloak, and drew something from his belt. A blade of brilliant orange snapped into existence. The gang's collective eyes stared at the lightsaber; then, in a chorus of curses and panicked screams, they scattered into the night, their leader dragging his captive after him by one hand. Without his hand obstructing her mouth, she screamed with all of her strength.

The Jedi launched himself forward, a blur of brown, following the cries of the woman into an alley. He caught only a glimpse of them as they turned into a side street, then from a catwalk above him, a barrage of blaster-fire rained down. Steam exploded from the ground as the flaming hot laser bolts struck damp street, and that steam swirled as the Jedi danced around the fire. Then, steeling himself in a pause as the gunman reloaded his spent power-cartridge, the Jedi leapt, easily achieving the catwalk some five meters above him.

The narrow metal-mesh bridge shuddered as the Jedi landed, and the gunman spun around, his face the picture of complete shock. He swung his un-loaded blaster to bear on the Jedi, but seconds later, both it and his hand were falling toward the ground. He collapsed to his knees, screaming and clutching the cauterized stump of his wrist.

The Jedi jumped again, up onto the rooftop parallel to the street down which he had seen the gang-leader and the woman disappear. He rushed along roofs in pursuit of his quarry. He saw them there, down below along with a few other gang-members, and using his Force-given speed and agility, he soon caught up and passed them.

He leapt from the roof, out into empty air, then down... He hit pavement. A fall which would have killed a normal man didn't even drive him from his feet, and he recovered from the shock quickly.

Throwing out his hand to his surprised and dumbfounded opponents, he used the Force to throw many of them back so hard they were knocked unconscious. The rest, all besides the gang leader, he dispatched with his lightsaber. "Get back, Jedi!" the leader yelled, "Or I'll kill this sweet one!"

"Your threat is useless," the Jedi told him. "If you kill her, the loss of your men will be for naught. If you kill her, you will no longer have a bargaining chip. The second she is no longer your human shield, you will join her in death." He waved his hand before his face, and said in a hypnotic monotone: "You do not want that. You do not want to kill the girl."

"I... do not want to... kill the girl..." the opponent repeated, stupefied.

"You will unhand her, and leave this place far behind."

"Leave... this place... behind..." the leader responded, releasing the girl who ran to the safety of her hero's side. The leader then turned about-face, and walked away, vanishing in the darkness before long.

"I didn't think there were any more true knights on this world," the young woman told him, her voice a bit raw from screaming. "You saved me... is there... anything I can do to thank you?" She reached out to touch his face with her slender fingers, but he grabbed her wrist and moved it aside before she could do as she intended.

"Thank me by explaining to me who you are and why those thugs were after you," the Jedi said.

The woman took a step back and ran an appraising eye over him for a moment. She had never encountered a Jedi Knight before: this one, at least, seemed to be immune to her charms. "Do the dregs of the city need an excuse to molest young women?"

The corner of the Jedi's mouth twitched up into a faint smirk. "The truth, please."

She considered, trying to decide how much of the truth to confess to her rescuer. She sighed with apparent defeat. "My name is Venús, and to answer the rest of your question," she pointed to the corpse of one of the human gang-members. "You see that tattoo on his head?" she asked, pointing to the dead man's bald crown.

The Jedi knelt down on the damp street next to the body and examined the markings. On closer inspection, the tattoo looked to be an extravagant Aurek with knives flanking it, one pointing up, the other down. "Strange," he muttered. He looked about him, to the other heaped forms of the dead and unconscious: all of them, even the aliens, were shaved bald with the same tattoo. "Some kind of gang symbol," the Jedi speculated.

"More like a Cult symbol," Venús replied, "That's all I can tell you."

When the Jedi looked up from the cadaver, Venús was walking away down the street. "Are you sure that's wise; going off on your own after these thugs tried to kidnap you?" the Jedi called after her as he rose to his feet.

She turned back to him, but continued to walk backward. "Who said they were trying to kidnap me?" She gave him a knowing look. "They were trying to take me home..."

 

To be continued...