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06-30-2006, 03:08 AM
This is the story of a young padawan who survived Order 66. Enjoy!
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Elliot ran as fast as his body would allow him along the metal hallway of the uncompleted Death Star, carrying the limp form of one of his greatest friends over his shoulder. He knew that he was probably going to die, that there was almost no shot of him surviving unless a miracle happened. Are there really miracles? he thought. He slapped himself, and increased his pace. Why am I thinking of that? I mean, I’m going to die, in all likelihood, and I’m thinking whether or not there are miracles. I’m a dumbass.
Some stormtroopers running in the opposite direction noticed him, and one shot at him, but he quickly pulled out his lightsaber with the hand that was not holding his friend and reflected the shot back at him. The three other stormtroopers decided to let him keep running. Elliot deactivated his lightsaber and put it back in his robe. He chuckled. Why were they shooting at him? They were probably going to die, and they probably knew it, but he was there top priority?
Elliot skirted to a stop in the hanger, and saw a miracle. It was a ship, and he saw someone climbing aboard it. “Wait!” cried Elliot.
The figure, who was pulling something, stopped and looked at him. “Hurry up!” the figure yelled.
Elliot wasted no time. He quickly ran to the figure, and instantly recognized him. It was Luke Skywalker. Elliot’s blue eyes widened a little. “Luke?”
Luke looked at him. “Elliot? Wow, I’m so glad you made it.”
Elliot looked at the thing Luke was dragging. It was Darth Vader. “So, you had to kill him?”
Luke looked downwards. “Yeah,” he said softly. “What happened to her?” Luke indicated Elliot’s friend.
“Blaster shot. She might still be alive. Well, let’s hurry up and leave. This place should have exploded long ago.” They quickly went onboard the small Imperial cruiser. Luke quickly went into the cockpit and activated the controls, while Elliot set his friend down in the cargo hold. He went to the cockpit and saw Luke working the controls faster than anyone else Elliot had ever seen. Luke pushed the “steering wheel,” if you could call it that, forward, and the ship rocketed forward.
Elliot felt the strain of the g-force, and was pushed backwards into a chair. As soon as they left the hanger, Elliot could feel it threw the Force, and from just the blast that shook the ship, that the Death Star had been destroyed.
Elliot sat in the chair for a few minutes, while Luke piloted the ship, contemplating what had led him to this spot. He supposed it all began at Coruscant.

--------3 hours before Order 66--------

“Why do you have to go, Elliot?” said his Master, Olivia.
“C’mon, Liv, it’s only gonna be for a few days,” replied Elliot.
“One, that doesn’t answer my question; two, don’t call me ‘Liv.’”
“It’s for…personal reasons,” Elliot replied evasively.
Olivia eyed him suspiciously. “What do you mean ‘personal reasons’?”
Elliot sighed, knowing that there was no way he was going to be allowed to leave unless he gave a good reason. “I think that my mother lives there.”
“Elliot, you know that you should leave your feelings for your mother. You’re a Jedi now, you can’t think of her as a mother. She was just the person who brought you to this galaxy. The Jedi are your family now.”
“But she was my mother. She raised me for the first four years of my life.”
“And the Jedi have raised you for the last six.”
“I still want to know her, at least get a glimpse of her. I barely remember her. She only appears in my dreams, and her face is always blackened out. I want to see my mother’s face!”
Olivia sighed heavily. She often wondered what her mother looked like, but she had dropped her feelings for her mother a long time ago. “Alright, you can go.”
“Yes!” Elliot pumped his fist in the hair triumphantly.
“But only if Alex comes with you.”
Elliot’s spirit was shattered. “C’mon Liv! Not Alex.” Alexis, though everyone called her Alex, was the snobbiest, most arrogant Jedi Elliot had ever encountered. Even though she was a year younger than Elliot, they still saw a lot of each other. Alex’s attitude towards him, well, most people, was just plain rude. She considered herself to be the greatest Jedi ever, and wanted most people to know that.
“Yes, Alex. She’s a damn good fighter. You might need her.”
“You act like there’s going to be tons of droids waiting for us in Tatoonie.”
“We think that the Sith Lord is going to reveal himself soon. All Jedi must keep themselves well protected!” Olivia whispered.
Elliot sighed again. “Fine. I’m in a hurry. Can I go soon?”
For the first time since their conversation started, Olivia smiled. “When you find Alex, you can leave. Assuming she’ll come with you.”
“Why wouldn’t she? With my good looks…” he said, flipping his long, dirty-blonde hair.
Olivia laughed. “If she doesn’t, give her this.” She quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper, and handed it to him. “Good luck.” Then she did something she rarely did: she gave Elliot a hug.
Elliot smiled at her. “C’mon what could go wrong?”

After several minutes of searching, Elliot had finally found Alex standing in a doorframe. When she saw him, she smugly held her head higher. “Yo, Alex!” he called, knowing that she hated when he said stuff like that.
“What do you want?” she called back.
She sighed irritably and walked over to him. “What?”
“I’m going to Tatoonie, and Master Olivia wants you to come with me.”
“And why should I go to Tatoonie with you?”
“’Cause Master Liv told you too. Here,” he said, giving her the piece of paper.
Alex read it quickly, and her expression darkened. “Fine. When do you want to leave?”
“Let me get my things.”
“Oh, good idea.”
Alex looked at Elliot with venom in her eyes. “You haven’t packed yet?!”
“Well, it’s not exactly gonna take awhile is it? Plus, I didn’t know if my Master would let me go.”
Alex closed her eyes. “Just hurry.”
Elliot didn’t need to be told twice. He sprinted to his dormitory, and threw his things quickly into a bag. He checked to make sure his lightsaber was with him, and ran back to Alex’s dorm.
She was still packing. She was holding up to robes that looked exactly alike, and was pondering which one to pick. “This one shows off my hips, but makes me look fat.”
“They looked the same dumbass,” said Elliot, from her doorway.
“Shut up! They do not. This one”—she held up the robe in her left hand—“is three inches longer.”
Elliot rolled his eyes. “Let’s go.”
Ten minutes later, they were choosing a ship. “Just pick on,” Alex cried irritably.
Finally, with a big grin on his face, he chose a T-wing type fighter. “We aren’t supposed to take those,” said Alex. “Choose a Jedi fighter.”
“Just get in! Stop being a goody-two shoes.”
“I am not a good-two shoes!”
“Then get in.”
That was easy, Elliot thought. I’ve always wanted to fly one of these.
Two hours later, they were flying out of Coruscant’s blockade. They set a course for hyperspeed when they heard the Emperor’s voice come over the intercom. “Execute Order 66.”
They both looked at each other quizzically. They hadn’t heard of an Order 66. Elliot punched in a few things on the monitor. After a few seconds of whirring, the computer showed:

Order 66:
Destroy all Jedi. Do not allow any Jedi to read this Order, or know about it.

Alex and Elliot read it in horror. “We’ve got to back!” Alex cried.
Elliot shook his head. “We can’t. We’ll just be killed. We should go to Tatoonie and wait there.”
“How can you say that?!”
Elliot got up from the captain’s chair. He faced Alex and shook her. “Think Alex, think! I’m ten years old, your nine years old. We’re hardly padawans! Do you really think that we can make a difference? We’ll just get killed!”
After a few seconds, Alex looked down. “I guess you’re right. Let’s go.”
Below them the battle between the Jedi and evil carried on.

Diego Varen
06-30-2006, 03:13 AM
Good Intro. I hope this will be as good as RotE and TDotS. I look foward to more.

06-30-2006, 02:51 PM
sweet keep it up

06-30-2006, 07:57 PM
Thanks guys!
The beginning may have started off slow, but I always do. I'll try to keep it updated as quick as possible. :)

EDIT: Can anyone guess where I got the names? If you can, I'll give you a cookie :) It's from one of my favorite shows. Also, after a quick re-read, I noticed two errors. If anyone can notice them, I'll give them a cookie :D

07-05-2006, 11:08 PM
Sorry, but I won't be able to update until Saturday/Sunday 'cause I'm on vacation.

07-06-2006, 01:09 AM
1) You used 'there' instead of 'their'
2) You said 'pumped his fist in the hair', so I think the 'h' was an accident
3) You said 'Tatoonie' instead of Tatooine. Multiple times.

I win. I could probably fnd more, but it's late and I have to apply for two jobs tomorrow.

4) You said 'on' instead of 'one'
5) Alex said “We’ve got to back!”, and that looks like you forgot a verb.

07-08-2006, 06:07 PM
Well, the bottom two were the only one I noticed...
I've got to re-read my stuff more often >.<
And Tatoonie is hard to spell when you've been up for like 23 hours straight :)

07-24-2006, 05:20 PM
I'm really, really, really, really, really sorry that this update took so long, but coming back from vacation was somewhat hectic, and I never really had time to get on the computer to write. Then, about a week after I came back, I got a bad cold, and had so many pills and medicine in me that I didn't know what the hell was going on (trust me, the stuff I wrote seemed to make perfect sense at the time, but now looking back, its pretty damn funny, but completely irrelevant to anything). So when I finally found a good time to write, it seemed the ideas weren't coming to me. It wasn't writer's block, because I knew what I wanted to write, but I just couldn't put it in words. *ahem* Now, without further ado, I give you the second chapter (and sorry if it's a little messed up, just try to keep up, as I wrote it during different periods of time, so I sometimes tend to forget where I leave off, and then I start writing something that's got nothing to do with where the story is):

For a few days, they flew in hyperspace. Elliot could not believe that the Chancellor would create such an Order. And, then to actually carry it out. The Jedi were the keepers of peace, the guardians of the galaxy.
Elliot was working the controls for the ship without really thinking. His mind was always straying to the atrocity of Order 66. How could anyone, even a Sith Lord, commit such an evil act?
Alex had gone into the only room and locked herself in there for days. Elliot would occasionally walk buy the room on the way to the cargo hold—where he slept—and hear sniffles. She may act like she isn’t, but Elliot realized that she was just a kid.
“Tatooine arrival in: 10 minutes,” rang the computer.
Elliot stood up, and started shuffling towards Alex’s room, when he felt a sudden pang of pain in his chest.
Elliot grimaced, partly in pain, but more so for the fact that he knew that another Jedi had died. He always felt something when another Jedi died, like a gap in the Force. He felt like that he’d never be whole again.
Elliot took a deep breath and tried to put on a strong façade. He walked to Alex’s room and knocked a few times before entering. She was in her bed, eyes closed. Her chest was going in and out with the movements of her deep breathing.
Despite himself, Elliot smiled. She looked peaceful, and seemed different from the snobby brat she usually was. Better let her rest, Elliot thought.
He turned to leave when he heard, “What do you want?”
“We’ll be arriving in Tatooine in ten minutes.”
“Okay. Hey Elliot, why’d you choose to go to Tatooine in the first place, before any of this?”
“I went to Tatooine once, and I think I left something,” Elliot said, not telling the entire truth.
“Is that right?” asked Alex, her eyebrow raised.
“Er…yeah,” Elliot replied, his eyes now facing down. He didn’t need the Force to tell him that her eyes were trying to pierce him.
“Okay.” Elliot looked up again and her gaze had softened. “Now leave, I’ve got to change.”
Elliot left and returned to the cockpit. He guided the ship into an empty hanger, and the vessel touched down on the sandy ground with a soft thump!
“We lan—” Elliot started before he heard a voice call, “I know!”
“Just trying to help,” Elliot grumbled. He lowered the landing ramp, and walked to Alex’s room. He knocked and entered. She was sitting on her bed getting her boots on, and she glanced up when he approached her. “Yes?” she asked.
He looked at her clothes. “You can’t go in that.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause those are Jedi robes.”
“The Jedi are being hunted! Do you really think that we should show off the fact that we’re Jedi?!”
Alex looked down. “Oh yeah. Alright let me change again.”
Elliot sighed, and stepped out of her room. “I’m gonna go pay the landing guy.”
He walked to the landing ramp, and immediately felt the hot, muggy air of Tatooine. He walked down the ramp, putting his forearm in front of his eyes; the sand seemed to be flying at him. Someone walked over to him, though he couldn’t tell what the figure really looked like, the sand was blurring his image. “Twenty credits a day, plus ten for landing.” The voice was lazy, as if he had been doing this all day—which he probably had.
Elliot searched his pockets and pulled out a handful of credits. He counted them, there were roughly four hundred. He was pleased that he wouldn’t have to trick the dock officer.
He pulled out around two hundred and handed them to the officer. “Name?”
“Elliot Smith.”
“Alright. Have a nice life,” the officer said, before stalking off. Elliot turned back to his ship, and could barely see it; the sand was really starting to pick up.
He ran quickly up the ramp and into the cockpit, and then he pushed a few buttons, closing the ramp. He looked out the cockpit window, but couldn’t see anything.
Alex walked into the cockpit. “Sandstorm, eh?” she commented, peering out the window.
“Well, as exciting as this is, I’m gonna go back into my room.”
“Alright,” Elliot said, trying to stifle a yawn. It had been quite a while since he had slept.
”Why aren’t you helping me Elliot?!?” yelled Olivia. “You can rescue me!” She was surrounded by Clone Troopers, all of them were firing, and there shots were hitting, but Olivia wasn’t dying. “Help me! Before…”—her voice was fading, as was her image—“I”—she got even quieter—“die.” She was gone, and Elliot was surrounded by white. He heard a tapping. It was starting to bug him.
Elliot awoke in the cockpit, jerking around, trying to get past that moment’s wonderment of where the hell you are right when you wake up. He heard that tapping again, though this time louder, and he gazed out the cockpit’s window, and he had to blink a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly.
There was Obi-Wan Kenobi floating just outside the cockpit window. “Elliot?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Master Kenobi?!” asked Elliot incredulously.
“Yeah! Can you open the loading ramp? This sandstorm’s murder on me right now, and this Force Levitation is really not helping me.”
Elliot quickly punched in the commands, and Elliot could immediately hear the sandstorm blowing furiously outside.
“Thanks.” Obi-Wan dropped from view, and a few moments later could be heard climbing up the ramp; his boots making audible noise against the hard steel.
Obi-Wan walked into the cockpit, and sat in the co-pilot’s chair. “Ah, thanks very much Elliot. That sandstorm’s really bad.”
Elliot continued to gaze in wonder at the Jedi Master. “Umm…Master Kenobi—”
“Please, call me Obi-Wan.”
“Okay. M-master Obi-Wan—”
“Just Obi-Wan. There’s not much of a Jedi Order around, now is there?”
“Yes, Elliot?”
“Excuse me for sounding rude, but WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!”
Obi-Wan smiled, though it seemed somewhat distant. He cleared his throat. “Well, let’s see…where to start….If you didn’t notice, which I think that you’d have to be completely oblivious not to have, there’s been a Sith Lord that’s been reeking some havoc across our fine galaxy.
“This Sith Lord was discovered! I received word from Master Windu himself that my old padawan, Anakin Skywalker, had stumbled upon the fact that it was indeed the Chancellor—or is it Darth Sidious…or even Emperor?—that was this Sith Lord. Master Windu and three other Jedi Master were sent to arrest him. This is where it gets hazy, but from what me and Yoda—”
“Yoda’s still alive?!”
“Oh, yes. He has hid himself in the Dagobah system. He is—hopefully—alive and well, with nothing but a slight cold ailing him.”
Elliot felt more relieved than he had since he first learned of Order 66. Yoda was still alive. That meant that there was hope…that the Jedi Order could still be revived. “Sorry, pardon my interruption, please continue.”
“From what me and Yoda have collaborated, it seems that a battle ensued, and the other three Jedi Masters were quickly cut down. Mace was the only one to really do some damage. He apparently had Palpatine cornered, and was about to deliver the death blow. We assume that this is where Anakin decided to intervene. Whatever happened is irrelevant, Mace Windu is dead.” Elliot shook her head.
“How could they do this?”
“I don’t know….Is there anyone else that made it that you know of?”
“I did,” came a voice from the cockpit doorway.
Obi-Wan turned to face Alex. His face instantly lightened. “Alexis!”
“Hi, Obi.” Obi-Wan had been one of Alex’s early Masters, and she’d always felt a certain bond with him. “So…it looks like we’re pretty f***ed up?”
They both stared at her, eyes wide. Neither of them had ever heard her swear like that. She looked at them. “Well, we are, aren’t we?”
Elliot shook his head and chuckled a little. “You’re a strange bird Alexis.”

Diego Varen
07-24-2006, 05:32 PM
Sounds bad, Jedi_Knight_707. Hope you're better now. Anyway good Chapter as always. Looking foward to more.

07-24-2006, 05:35 PM
Thanks :) Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better. And if the chapter was somewhat sloppy, I was in a state of medicinal high when I wrote like half of it, so please forgive me.

07-28-2006, 05:22 PM
I got another update!! I've had a writing fury! :) Hope you enjoy it:

Elliot turned to face Obi-Wan after a few minutes of silent thinking between the three. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“Oh. Well, you remember Anakin?”
Elliot snorted. “Seeing as how he killed Master Windu, yeah.”
“Do you also remember Padme Amidala?”
Elliot searched his memory, but before he could say anything, Alex cut in. “Yeah. Senator? Pretty?”
“That’s the one. Apparently, she and Anakin were a couple. Padme got pregnant, and she had twins.” He smiled, though he appeared vacant. “A daughter and a son. Leia and Luke, respectfully. Leia is staying with Senator Organa. As for Luke, I thought it best if he stayed under my watch. He’s staying with his step…uncle? I don’t really get the whole family thing. I dropped Luke off before coming here to see if any Clone troopers were lurking on this planet.”
“Are there?”
“A few, and there weak-minded, so no worries.”
Alex and Elliot breathed a sigh of relief. They certainly could handle themselves in combat, but they weren’t skilled Jedi Knights.
“So, what do we do?” asked Elliot.
“Nothing yet. We can’t even walk outside in this sandstorm. When it clears up, I’ll find a realtor and look for a nice secluded hut.”
“Sounds exciting,” Alex said dryly.
None of them had anything to say that was important after that, and so for the next few days they waited for the sandstorm to clear, and spoke only to say things like “I’m going to go to the bathroom,” or, “Holy crap, I feel like I haven’t peed in a week.”
Alex was the only one that slept decent hours, as she was the only one using the bed. She’d offered it to Obi-Wan and Elliot of they wanted to use it when she wasn’t, but they politely declined; they knew she’d get angry at them about something, though in all fairness she didn’t seem as snobby as she had been.
For fun, they played dejarik or sparred, Obi-Wan always winning, and Alex always losing. And when they were alone, Alex and Elliot spoke of who they hoped survived, who they hoped died—though, that only included Anakin—but they also spoke of their lives before the Jedi. Alex, like Elliot, had been ushered away to the Jedi when she was only four, yet she had no recollection who her parents, not even in her dreams.
After the third day, the sandstorm finally settled, and they were free to emerge from their brief metal prison.
Now that they could finally see, Elliot looked around, curious to how Mos Eisley looked like. There wasn’t much to look at, except for sand, cantinas, criminals, and the occasional spot of animal feces that was on the ground. They became more and more cautious the farther they probed into the city’s core, until they finally reached their destination. A run-down shop with a crooked sign across it that said: ‘Reelators’.
“Ah,” said Obi-Wan smiling when he saw the shop, “we’re here.”
Alex looked at the sign, then back at Obi-Wan. “You can’t be serious.”
Obi-Wan looked at her with a confused face. “What do you mean?”
“Look at this place! The sign is lopsided, the shop needs renovation, and they misspelled realtors! You can’t buy a nice house from these people, they wouldn’t know one if it bit them in the…well, you know.”
Obi-Wan nodded his head a few times, before answering. “All valid points Alex, but don’t you realize the most important thing: I’m not looking for a nice house. I want a rundown place. Something I can fix up, so I can live my life in solitude.”
Alex looked like she was ready to argue, but after a few moments, she looked down. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.”
Obi-Wan turned to enter, but Elliot stopped him. “Maybe Alex and I should stay outside, keep an eye on things?”
“Sure,” Obi-Wan said, shrugging his shoulders.
Obi-Wan walked into the shop, and noticed that it was like a beat-down version of what a realtor’s shop should look like. There was furniture, two couches in an L-shape; yet the fabric had many holes scarring it. There were three chairs that you could sit on but only one had all four legs.
“May I help you?” came a voice. They all turned around to see a Toydarian walking flying towards them. His voice was scraggy as it seemed all Toydarian’s voices were. He was, however, clean shaven, something Obi-Wan had never seen in that species. The face of Toydarians were perpetually frowning it seemed, though this particular frown was deeper.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, smiling. “I’m interested in purchasing a home on the outskirts.”
At the sound of “purchasing,” the Toydarian’s face lit up, and that frown turned into what little smile could be mustered up. “Hi, I’m Lotto. The outskirts you say? Let me see if we have anything for you.” He flew over to his desk, which seemed like it’d fall apart any second, and shuffled some papers. “You’re in luck! We have one hut—house on the outskirts, and it’s real cheap. Also says the owner will let you move in as soon as you hand over the credits.”
“How much?” asked Obi-Wan.
“500 credits.”
“I’ll take it.”
Obi-Wan pulled out a five hundred-credit bill and handed it to Lotto. Lotto gave him directions to the place, and they wished each other a nice day.

Meanwhile, outside, Elliot and Alex were arguing over who was the better lightsaber duelist. “I always come in second, and you always lose!” said Elliot.
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m going easy one you!” Alex replied.
“That is such bullcrap and you know it,” said Elliot, though he was smiling.
“I’m the best lightsaber duelist and you know it.” Alex, unfortunately said this as soon as four Clone troopers emerged from the cantina that was right next to the realtor’s shop.
“She said she was a lightsaber duelist! That means she’s a Jedi!” yelled one, pointing at Alex.
“Kill her!” yelled another, and they pulled up their blaster rifles, and fired.
Elliot’s eyes widened as he saw her take one—two!—three!—he lost count—shots, each shot getting a yelp of pain out of her—before they finally stopped shooting.
“Are you a Jedi?” asked one of the troopers.
“No,” Elliot said softly, his eyes fixated on Alex’s body. The Clone troopers walked away.
“No,” Elliot said again. He bent down, and touched her body. Her body seemed to be on fire. He carefully flipped her body over. As soon as his eyes saw her front, where all the blaster bolts had hit, he looked away, and had to hold back the bile in his throat. Her robes were torn, too many holes for him to count. Her face was forever torn in a look of terror and pain.
Elliot burst into the shop, as he heard Obi-Wan say, “Have a nice day.” He turned around to see Elliot.
Obi-Wan’s face changed from happy to confused as he saw the look on Elliot’s face. “What’s wrong?” asked Obi-Wan.
“Look,” Elliot said. He pointed to Alex’s body.
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened, and he rushed over to her. “What happened?” he asked, his voice with a restrained franticness in it.
“Some Clone troopers heard us talking about lightsabers…”
Obi-Wan picked her up and started walking. He walked up to the first person he saw with a speeder and offered the driver a thousand credits for the speeder. The driver took the credits and gave them the speeder. Obi-Wan put Alex’s body in the back seats, and told Elliot to take the wheel. Elliot did, and they “drove” in silence, the only speak was when Obi-Wan gave directions.
They found the hut, and Elliot was surprised it was standing. It had holes in it; it looked like it was waiting to be demolished.
“Looks like it needs to be fixed up,” said Elliot.
Obi-Wan said nothing, just picked up Alex’s limp form and carried her inside. He set her in the one room that didn’t have any holes in it.
“We’ll bury her tomorrow,” he said, then walked into one of the bathrooms. He washed his hands—Elliot was surprised there was running water, and splashed cold water over his face.
Neither of them slept well, there little sleep was plagued by images of Alex’s torn body.

The next day, they buried her. Elliot refused to cry. He wasn’t on the best terms with Alex, but he’d gotten closer to her, and he considered her his friend.
They stepped inside after they murmured their wishes, and Elliot turned to Obi-Wan. “So, what do we do now?”
“Wait. Train. And wait for the opportune moment to strike.”

Diego Varen
07-28-2006, 05:30 PM
A good Chapter, but why does some people in your Fic swear every few sentences. These sort of Fics, should be rated 15. Anyway looking foward to more.

07-28-2006, 05:42 PM
I only sweared twice, didn't I? And once the previous chapter. But, hey, I'll change it :)

Diego Varen
07-28-2006, 05:59 PM
I only sweared twice, didn't I? And once the previous chapter. But, hey, I'll change it :)

I didn't mean it like that. I suppose it's influence from Family Guy. I like that show. Don't change it for my sake. I apologise. I'm looking foward to more.

Jabba da Butt
07-28-2006, 09:17 PM
Really good so far. Oh, and I like your avatar. Wouldn't it be great to see Yoda kick some major clone butt and then have him say "touch this you can't", or maybe "your daddy now, who is?" lol.

07-28-2006, 11:12 PM
Wouldn't it be great to see Yoda kick some major clone butt and then have him say "touch this you can't", or maybe "your daddy now, who is?" lol.

:lol: Good idea, I just might include that :)
And I love your name. Makes me chuckle everytime I see it :D

07-28-2006, 11:54 PM
I only sweared twice
Sweared? Should I even say anything about that?

A good chapter, too bad that What's-her-name von Jedistein died. :(

07-29-2006, 02:29 AM
Sweared? Should I even say anything about that?

A good chapter, too bad that What's-her-name von Jedistein died. :(

Yeah it is sad I had to kill her off, but I never liked her. But I bet you guys thought she was the one Elliot was carrying n his back in the very beginning. So, who is it now!? I don't even know ;)

07-29-2006, 05:51 AM
lol, I like it so far ... Hope to see more, and see where it goes. Yeah, i thought it was Alexis, Elliot was carrying on his back. hmm ... lol, anyway, once again .. Good job :D

Jabba da Butt
07-29-2006, 10:45 AM
Thanks, I like my name too. You really should include that "your daddy now who is" somewhere. =)

07-29-2006, 12:09 PM
i just read through all you've written, JK and i'm glad to see you havent lost your touch. the writing is as good as always, but only the Clone-troops-killing-Alexis-bit was kinda unrealistic. I was under the impression that is the clones heard her say "I’m the best lightsaber duelist and you know it", then they might have had to common sense to notice that anyone she was talking to would be her ally. the whole "are you a Jedi?" thing was a bit silly, IMO, cuz i know for sure that any Jedi with common sense would say "no". but whatever floats your boat. :)
keep it up! :thumbsup:

07-30-2006, 11:35 AM
i just read through all you've written, JK and i'm glad to see you havent lost your touch. the writing is as good as always, but only the Clone-troops-killing-Alexis-bit was kinda unrealistic. I was under the impression that is the clones heard her say "I’m the best lightsaber duelist and you know it", then they might have had to common sense to notice that anyone she was talking to would be her ally. the whole "are you a Jedi?" thing was a bit silly, IMO, cuz i know for sure that any Jedi with common sense would say "no". but whatever floats your boat. :)
keep it up! :thumbsup:

Thanks! I'm glad I didn't lose my touch either.

Yeah, that was pretty stupid, but remember what Obi-Wan said? That the ones stationed on Tatooine were pretty dumb, so... But it was either they asked him if he was a Jedi, they walk away whistling, or Elliot kills them. Having them walk away seemed stupider, and Elliot killing them, which I'm sure he could of done, would of attracted attention.

08-07-2006, 04:03 PM
great chaps jk i also thought it was alex on his back...lol

08-14-2006, 01:28 AM
Sorry guys that this is taking so long. I've never done this before: I wrote out a chapter, and completely deleted it. Then, I wrote another one. Completely deleted it. So, finally I think I'm on the right track :) I should have it posted by Tuesday, assuming my mom doesn't ground me, but if she does, then Wednesday. Or sooner!

Diego Varen
08-14-2006, 05:31 AM
Sorry guys that this is taking so long. I've never done this before: I wrote out a chapter, and completely deleted it. Then, I wrote another one. Completely deleted it. So, finally I think I'm on the right track :) I should have it posted by Tuesday, assuming my mom doesn't ground me, but if she does, then Wednesday. Or sooner!

How did you delete it? No problem. I'll wait for now.

08-14-2006, 05:33 AM
I pressed the backspace button. I didn't like how the chapter turned out. I mean, it probably would have been fine, but I don't just settle for fine! I want JEEZ JEDI_KNIGHT, THAT'S AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!

08-15-2006, 05:46 AM
This chapter is somewhat short, but says a lot. Plus, I wanted to post it on my birthday ^_^

--6 Years after Order 66—

It’d been six years since the cataclysmic end to the Jedi. Much had happened between that period. The first six months were extremely hectic, as many Jedi were still being hunted. After about a year, things had settled down, and life had just about gotten back to normal. The only real differences were slightly higher taxes and higher security on most planets.
A couple of months after Alex had died, Obi-Wan had come down with a mysterious illness. Elliot and Obi-Wan alike were stumped by the disease. Nothing they had ever heard of had ever done what Obi-Wan’s disease was doing: eating his insides, for lack of a softer phrase.
Elliot had taken him to the doctor’s, and they’d run some tests, and they too were stumped. He’d been called back for some more through tests, and the EKG scan had shown some of his heart valves were slowly deteriorating. And upon those valves, and even on his heart, there were small, yet noticeable, squiggly lines—they turned out to be wyrms. Wyrms that were slowly eating his heart away.
When the doctors had finally figured out how to help Obi-Wan, it was too late. He spent his final days on a hospital bed, which smelt like bleach to Elliot, sleeping from sedatives.
He died three days after being admitted.
Elliot buried him next to Alex, and from that moment on, decided not to be a Jedi. He was always going to be in connection with the Force, that much was for sure, but he’d no longer use it. He disassembled his lightsaber, keeping the parts, but having them all separated.
He moved to Coruscant when he was eleven, and squatted in an apartment he found. It was in one of the slums, and there was almost no light. In his apartment, there was a mattress he had found, two blankets, and a bathroom.
Elliot started racing speeders in the lowest regions. He had never lost a single race, and was considered to be one of the greatest pilots ever to live in the lower regions. Elliot wasn’t sure if he was a good pilot because of his Force connection, or just natural talent. He had to use the money for food and such, so he just stole speeders when he could. The models he stole always seemed to be one step behind everyone else’s, but he didn’t care. He’d still win the race. Elliot was now sixteen, and was all the normal teenager, aside from being somewhat tall.

Do you think that you can hide from me? Do you? I killed thousands of Jedi, I can kill one more. You try to sever your connection with the Force, you try to destroy your lightsaber, but it won’t help you. You’ll always be a Jedi. I can feel you threw the Force. I don’t care if you can hardly feel it, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter how powerful you are with the Force, you reek with the scent of the Jedi. I’m going to kill you.
Elliot awoke with a start. He looked around in that crazed panic people have when they have a nightmare, before realizing he was in his apartment. Who was that voice? Was it just a dream?
He glanced at his moon-watch. It read 3:43 AM. Elliot shook his head, shaking it of the fuzziness. Elliot always had a horrible time sleeping, and the little he got was always plagued with forbidden nightmares of Alex dying. But this nightmare was new.
Elliot walked to the bathroom, still somewhat shaken by that voice. The voice…it was so…sinister. Like even evil couldn’t describe it.
He got to the bathroom and looked at himself in the filthy mirror. He rubbed the small stubble on his face, and went to pick up his razor off the sink’s edge. His hands were shaking, and he knocked it off the sink.
“Crap,” he muttered, and bent down to pick it up. He bent down just in time—a blaster bolt flew through the space where his head had been half a second before.

Diego Varen
08-15-2006, 06:06 AM
Happy Birthday JK (Checking your Profile, your several months younger than me). Good Chapter all the same. I'm also stumped by that mysterious disease.

08-15-2006, 06:29 AM
A new one will probably be up by next week or so, and expect a little Yoda, somewhat soon, anyway

08-15-2006, 09:30 AM
Again, nice chapter. I like where this is going ... "Patiently waiting for the next chapter" .. What?? it's not up yet??? :S Damn! lol.

08-15-2006, 12:13 PM
Good chapter, but I'm disappointed you killed Obi-Wan. :(

I can feel you threw the Force. I didn't know that it was possible to throw the Force. :confused: ;)

08-15-2006, 03:57 PM
I wasn't sure! I was going to put "through", but...I didn't :D
Do you realize how tense you made me when I noticed that you were the latest one who commented on this thread? I was expecting this laundry list of errors I'd made, yet you only picked one :)

08-15-2006, 04:13 PM

08-16-2006, 12:10 AM
Great chapters, but it sucks that you killed Obi. Keeep it up Jedi _ Knight _ 707

08-19-2006, 10:42 PM
I've just now started on the new chapter, and so far so good. I usually post chapters, and then immediately start on the next one, but it was my birthday week, so I took some time off. I got Oblivion and Empire at War, and there both AWESOME!!!!!!!
The real problem is that my monitor is like 60 years old, so Oblivion has pretty crappy graphics, and I've gotta fast travel everywhere. I'm fine in the cities and in dungeons and such, but if I walk outside, and into the grass, BAM! lag.

Jae Onasi
08-19-2006, 11:48 PM
We'll all be waiting to see how Elliot gets out of this cliffhanger, too. :)
Medical info was accurate--I'll sometimes make up some test names to give it a more 'future' feel. However, this was fine, too, much as I was sorry to see Obi-wan die.
Heh, who would have thought that shaving could save your life. :)

08-20-2006, 01:17 AM
Medical info was accurate--I'll sometimes make up some test names to give it a more 'future' feel.

Whew! I actually did research for that particular part, trying to make sure I got the right test names for the heart and all. I wasn't sure if an EKG scan was for heart or brain, so I did some google-ing.

Jae Onasi
08-20-2006, 09:17 AM
Good job! EKG (for electrokardiogram--I think it was originally invented in Germany, but I'd have to check it--'kardio' or 'cardio' for heart) for the heart and EEG (electroencephalogram--the encephalo part for brain) is for the brain.
I forgot to say Happy Birthday--happy belated one.

The Force dream was wicked. Made me not want to go to sleep, too.

08-22-2006, 05:45 AM
Glad to know that I can write scary. I always figured that when I try to write scary stuff, it comes out cheezy. I've read some of Stephen King, but I hate scary stuff in general, so whenever I try to write something scary, it seems to be just generic. I was going to cut that dream out, but the chapter was short enough as it was.

08-27-2006, 01:36 AM
Hey guys! Sorry for the delay, but I think that when I do post the chapter, it'll be worth it. I was bouncing around two ideas in my head for like a week, and I finally chose one and have decided to roll with it. The only problem is I come up with my greatest ideas when I a) am in the shower or b) am about to fall asleep. So, at those moments, I have no way of writing them down.
For a few hints on what's coming, (these are real spoilers if you can decipher the code) read these spoiler(s):

It shall have connections with a Circus of Freaks and be very, very Creppy <- an intentional misspell

08-29-2006, 02:29 AM
It's here! The next chapter! This one is totally different than any I've read here, so trust me, this is different. I'd been milling around with this idea for awhile, and decided to finally take it! Hope you guys like it (and the chapter's really long, over 2000 words!):

Elliot immediately straightened up instinctively, a big mistake. Another blaster bolt flew past his head, inches away from him and his nose.
Elliot’s brain kicked in, and he hit the floor. Another blaster bolt flew threw the air.
Elliot looked around wildly, trying to see where it was coming from. He noticed a few holes in the door, and assumed that was where the shots were coming from. He crawled over to the door, and kicked it, closing it.
He stayed down for a few minutes, and no more shots came. Elliot started to rise tentatively, and had stood fully, when his body flew back down to the floor, without him controlling it. Three more blaster bolts ripped across the air a second later.
How did my body know when to duck? Elliot asked himself. And then he felt it. It was distant, but there. The Force.
He felt renewed with this knowledge, that the Force hadn’t abandoned him like he had originally thought. He felt more alive, yet so much calmer.
Elliot closed his eyes and slowly drew in breath. He tried to sense where the blaster bolts were coming from, but apparently, he wasn’t that in tune with the Force.
Elliot scanned the room, and found gold. The window had several nice little holes. He looked back at the door, momentarily forgetting that it was closed. He couldn’t close the curtains on the window, because there were no curtains. He looked around for something to use to shield him, yet found nothing. Even the tub didn’t have a shower curtain—the only visitors he had were women, and by the time he used the shower, they’d already seen him naked.
Elliot pondered the dilemma. There was no way he could open the door without being seen, so basically, there was no escape.
He lay there, prone on the cold generic tile ground, wondering how to get out of his particular predicament for several minutes, until the answer came to him.
He positioned himself several feet from the window, and waited for the right moment. He stood up, and before the mystery shooter could react, ran quickly, and jumped out the window. Even though he lived in the slums, he was still hundreds of stories above the ground of Coruscant. He tried to grab onto one of the passing speeders, but always seemed to be just out of reach.
Yet, several hundred meters below him, there seemed to be a speeder, with its top down, hovering where he was eventually going to go. Elliot didn’t need the Force to know that that was bad. It could be someone just trying to help out, but it didn’t appear so.
Well, whether or not I want to get in this speeder is a moot point, I’m going to land in it anyway, he thought.
He readjusted his position in air for a more comfortable landing. Though he had no reason to distrust the person driving the speeder, Elliot felt a strange aura coming from him. It wasn’t so much the Force, more of common sense. The person driving the speeder appeared to be hooded, and dressed in all black. When Elliot squinted his eyes, he could barely make out hands on the steering wheel. But these were no normal hands; they were mangled, wrinkled, and a finger was missing on his right hand, two on his left.
When he got within fifty meters of the speeder, it slowly started descending, trying to make the landing more comfortable, so it seemed.
Eventually, Elliot felt a soft bump, and he was on the seat—which he noticed was crude polyester, old looking—and immediately there was a whirring overhead, as the top flew over his head.
Elliot turned to face his ‘saver’ and said, “Thanks. I’m Ell—”
“Iot,” the man finished for him. “Sixteen years old. Former Jedi, been living on Coruscant for approximetly five years. Former Master, Olivia. Lived in Tatooine for a year. Friends with a girl a year younger than you, named Alex. She was killed by stormtroopers, who were formerly referred to as Clone Troopers at that time.” The speeder descended lower, though Elliot was hardly paying attention to where they were going. His eyes were totally focused on this…man. The man’s face never turned, he just kept his eyes on the road—or so it appeared to Elliot.
“Wh—who—who the hell are you?” Elliot asked in a terrified, high-pitched voice. His heart was beating fast, yet, despite the added blood, Elliot’s face was pale.
“I have been called too many names.” The voice was sinister, calm, but sinister. Elliot blinked rapidly in succession.
“Ho—how do you know all that about me?” he asked, in that same, terrified high-pitched voice.
“If I wanted to, I could know everything about anything. Some may say that’s too much to know, but others would say that’s too little.”
“Are—are you going to kill me?”
“No. But you may kill yourself.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because when you realize what I do to you, whenever it is that you finally awake, you may never want to live.” Then, without warning, his mangled right hand flew from the steering wheel and struck Elliot in his temple.
Elliot blacked out instantly.

Elliot’s eyes fluttered open, and he noticed a woman standing over him. He blinked several times, before a wave of pain crashed through him. He let out a scream, as pain shot threw him. It seemed his body was on fire, and he could do nothing to stop it. His heart, his veins, his arteries, his very blood seemed to be on fire. He closed his eyes, trying to fight the tears of pain. He screamed once more, before he felt something cold and hard being pushed into his neck. He knew no more…

Elliot slowly opened his eyes, and he prepared himself for a burst of pain, yet none came. Relieved, he opened his eyes fuller, and allowed them to search his surroundings. From what he could see, he appeared to be in a bed, a blanket over him, in someone’s house. There was a light focused on him, especially his face/neck.
He tried to move his arm, but pain shot up immediately following. He groaned, and stopped trying to move his limb. He heard some feet shuffling, and a few seconds later, there was a woman hovering over him.
His first impression was that she was approximately his age, give or take a few years. She was pretty, with long blond hair, and gray eyes.
“Wh-who are you?” he asked, his voice raspy and weak. His throat was very dry, and it hurt to talk.
She smiled at him, and despite his condition, Elliot had to admit that she was very pretty when she smiled. “M’name’s Emma. Pleasure to meet you…?”
“Elliot. Where am I?”
“You’re about ten stories above the worst part of Coruscant. I happened to find you on the ground—yes, the real ground of Coruscant—and you screamed when I tried to rise you. You were starting to bleed, so I took you back here. You started talking gibberish a few times, something about a man in a hood and what he was going to do to you.
“You’ve got a wound in your neck that won’t heal all too well, and it starts bleeding on and off.” She looked down, and her voice changed, to a tone that sounded…sadder. “I think I know what it is that you’ve got.”
“What is it?” Elliot asked, his tone worried over hers.
“I-I…W-well…” She sighed. “Let’s go to get something to eat. You must be hungry.”
“I-it hurts if I move.”
“I’ll give you an anesthetic. My parents were doctors, so I’m an assistant to them. I’ve got plenty of medical supplies here. I think it’s best if I told you what I’m going to tell you over a meal.”
“I’m not going to take morphine or any type of painkiller. I knew people who were addicted to that crap, and I don’t want that to happen to me. I’ll get up on my own.”
With that, he tried to move his legs. Pain shot up his body, but he grimaced, and continued his movements.
After a few moments of this continuance of pain, once he got out of bed, the pain stopped immediately.
He blinked a few times, obviously confused about this. But, he stood up and stretched regardless.
“Wow, it’s like that bed was cursed or something.” He looked at Emma smiling, but she didn’t smile back.
Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, worried. “Something the matter?”
“No. If you want, you can borrow some old clothes from my brother, who used to live here. His clothes our in the hall closet.” She pointed the way, and Elliot opened the closet.
He chose to wear a cloak, and he walked to the front door. He turned the handle, but Emma told him to stop. “Put on the hood,” she instructed, “and look down.”
“Okay…” He put up the hood, and stepped out into the sunlight. He kept his head down like she instructed, and Emma led the way. She flagged down a taxi, and they stepped inside.
“Mimi’s Café please,” she told the driver.
“That will cost you one hundred and twenty credits,” replied the robotic driver.
Emma handed over the credits, and the cab flew off.
Several minutes later, they arrived at the café and Elliot once again kept his head down as he stepped outside into the sunlight.
The café was a little rundown, but was lit well enough, and there seemed to be a happy atmosphere in the air. They sat down at a table, and a minute or so later, a robot came over for their order.
Emma ordered a coffee and a slice of pie, but Elliot started to feel ill at the sound of food. He didn’t order anything.
“So, what is it that you were going to tell me?” Elliot asked.
Emma shifted her position in her seat, looked at her thumbs, and shifted her position. “I think you’ve com—” She was interrupted by the waiter coming with her food.
Emma seemed much relieved at the break, and immediately started munching on her food. Elliot stared at her eating her food, and every time he saw a piece of apple pie go into her mouth, he felt more and more nauseous. He closed his eyes, and excused himself to the bathroom.
He stumbled into the bathroom, staggering, feeling dizzy. He opened the door to one of the stalls, and he got on his knees, feeling like he was going to throw up. He closed his eyes again, and tried to control his stomach. He still felt dizzy but not so nauseous, and he got back on his feet. He opened his eyes, and walked to the sink to wash his face. He turned on the faucet, and looked at himself in the mirror. Man, I look like hell, he thought.
He glanced down at the water, and opened his eyes, horrified. There wasn’t water coming out of the faucet, it was blood.
He quickly turned on all the faucets, and they all had the same thing coming out of them…blood.
He stumbled back into a stall, and bumped into the toilet. He looked down at the toilet, and saw blood in there as well.
He flew out of the stall, and started to feel dizzy and nauseous once more. He looked at himself in the mirror, and at first glance he thought he was melting. But when he looked at himself closer, he saw that blood was leaking out of his pores.
He fell to his knees, and could fell bile rising in his throat. He couldn’t hold it back and threw up on the floor.
His last thought before he blacked was his face flying to his own throw up…blood.

Elliot awoke in the same bed that he had when he had blacked out on the ground of Coruscant. He shifted his head and saw Emma, her head facing down, and a line of drool flowing down onto her pants.
Elliot first reaction was that she was head, but then he saw that she was breathing in and out deeply. She had fallen asleep watching him.
“Emma,” he croaked, his throat horribly dry. “Emma, wake up.” She continued to sleep. “Emma!” he said, as loud as he could—which was hardly above normal speaking levels, as he felt terribly weak—and she awoke with a start. She blinked several times, trying to clear the fuzziness, and looked at Elliot.
“You’re awake,” she said, smilingly slightly.
“I don’t want any bull**** this time. What the hell is wrong with me?”
Her face grew dark, as did her voice when she spoke. “I don’t know how to make this any easier for you, so I’ll just say it outright. You’re a Vampyre.”

08-29-2006, 05:46 AM
OK, now that WAS a different chapter. And you've made my liking to the story even more better ... I LOVE VAMPIRES!!!! hahaha, great twist, its got me wondering whats he going to do.

All up, a very, very very great addition to the story :D:D:D

Jae Onasi
08-29-2006, 12:27 PM
You know, it never occured to me that there'd be vampires in the SW universe, but have fun with it.
I caught some grammar things, no big deal.

It'll be interesting to see where you take this story next. :)

08-29-2006, 06:29 PM
You know, it never occured to me that there'd be vampires in the SW universe, but have fun with it.
I caught some grammar things, no big deal.

It'll be interesting to see where you take this story next. :)

There probably aren't, but you said you created tests for a more futuristic feel; I created a new species! Hehe! Plus, I always wanted a story with vampires :)
I'm hoping that this story turns out the way I want it, but stories tend to have a mind of there own...maybe that'll be a good idea for a story...

08-29-2006, 07:48 PM
yes very different humm but passes as a VERY good CHAPTER

08-30-2006, 11:59 PM
You guys think it was bloody enough at the end? I don't. :lol: I'm probably not going to post another chapter for about two weeks. At least. School has been keeping me terribly busy, and I've only been going to high school for like 3 days. But, my schedule has been...unpredictable, so I never know when I'll get a few hours. So, for all I know, the next chapter could come tomorrow, but in all reality, it will probably come in about 2-3 weeks :)

Diego Varen
08-31-2006, 01:26 PM
Lucky for me, because I don't start School again, until the 6th September. I'll start my second year in High School. Anyway, down to business. Good Chapter and one of your longest.

@ Jae Onasi: I believe I saw somewhere that there is such a thing as a Force Vampire. There was a Thread where someone asked if Nihilus was one.

Looking foward to more Chapters Jedi_Knight.

08-31-2006, 11:29 PM
ITs interesting, I like it though. Keep it up.

09-01-2006, 11:24 AM
awesome, JK! it sucks bad that obi died, tho :(

09-07-2006, 01:17 AM
Guys, I know that you're going to hate me, but I just now started writing the next chapter! Ahhhh! I'm not sure when it'll be up 'cause I never like to set deadlines for myself (though, I always seem to) and becuase, I have no idea! I was suffering a case of writer's block, but finally pushed through it :)

09-08-2006, 06:50 AM
Aww, i seen you were the last post and i was like. YES, NEW CHAPTER!!!! :D:D:D, but .. :(:(:( no ... Oh well ... yes, i know all too well about writers block, bloody hate it. Anyway .. do hope the next chapter is posted soon :D

10-07-2006, 02:02 AM
Holy moly, it's been a month since I last updated!!

I mean, wow. I took a really, really long break, as school was--still is, really--taking up a LOT of time. This chapter is pretty long, but it doesn't really move the plot forward. It's kind of a filler chapter :( Sowwy...but, I really am running low on ideas, but I've got one that's pretty good, but its going to take a while for me to set it up. So, just bear with me :)

Elliot stared at her with a look of disbelief. Despite the tension, he chuckled. “I thought I said no bull. I can’t be a vampyre. Such things don’t exist.
He laughed again. “You almost had me going there.”
Emma looked at her hands. She didn’t say anything, only shook her head. Then, she got up, walked to a mini-fridge that she had near the bed, and pulled something out. She sat back down in her seat, and carefully concealed what she had pulled out.
“What did you get?” Elliot asked.
“This,” she said, and she pulled it out.
To the normal eye, it would have looked like a simple packet of blood, something that any soon-to-be doctor would have laying around, but for Elliot it was something totally different. It was the Holy Grail, the cure for all of the galaxy’s diseases; it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Instinct overtook his body and he, despite the huge pain shooting through his body, he desperately tried to reach for it.
He would have given anything, anything, to feel the salt of the blood on his lips.
Emma took the bag of blood away from Elliot’s eyes. Elliot’s hunger seemed to cease immediately. “See,” Emma said.
Elliot closed his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh, well,” he said after a minute or so, and shrugged.
Emma looked at him, somewhat shocked. “That’s all you have to say?! ‘Oh, well’?!”
Elliot looked at her quizzically. “Well, yeah. What should I do?”
“I don’t know,” she said sarcastically, “maybe, PANIC!”
“Why would I do that?”
“What do you mean, ‘Why would I do that’?! You just found out that you’re entire life is probably going to be turned upside down. You can’t be outside in the sun, you have to drink blood, I mean…you’re a completely different person.”
Elliot got up from the bed and stretched, yawning. “What’s your point?”
Emma continued to look at him with shocked eyes. She expected tears, anger, anything! But, not total indifference. “You’re a vampy—”
“Let me stop you right there. I am a vampyre, or at least everything points to that. But, assuming I am a vampyre, then there’s nothing I can do to change that. So, I can either sit here and cry my eyes out about it, or I can simply accept it. I choose to accept it. Crying and being upset has never once gotten me anywhere. Now, may I please have that blood, as I’m awfully thirsty.”
Still looking at with a somewhat shocked emotion, she handed over the bag of blood.
He took it, this time seeming to have a little more control over his body. He took a deep breath and ripped open the package of blood.
He sighed and lifted the bag slowly to his mouth.
Emma watched a drop grow pregnant on the rim of the bag, then fall down onto Elliot’s open mouth. Elliot closed his mouth, and swallowed. He closed his eyes, and let the taste sink in for a few seconds.
Then, he opened his mouth, and hungrily pored some more in his mouth. After getting a substantial mouthful, he swished it around in his mouth, and then swallowed.
He set the bag down, and took a deep breath. Then he rushed into the restroom and threw up.

Over the next few days, Elliot would drink a little blood with each meal. It still made him nauseous, but after each gulp he felt more alive than anything. He could almost identify the person whose blood he was drinking from. He knew that blood had the most midichlorian count that anything, so he assumed it was because he was getting more Force potential than he was born with, and also that, with vampyrism came great power. He could feel his teeth sharpening. He could feel his body growing stronger.
He had decided to research the topic a little more, and so he decided to go to the library. Whenever he decided to venture outside, he had to completely cover his entire body in clothes. He still got sunburned if he remained in the sunlight, even though his body was entirely covered in clothes, for too long.
At the library, he was looking for texts on vampyres. Most were fake (one said, Vampyres need over a gallon of blood a day to survive!) or were kids books (Vincent Vampyre stalked the scoundrels).
But, Elliot found a discovery. There was an extremely old looking datapad, and he turned it on. It explained that only about a pint of blood was needed every week to sustain him, and that some animal blood was okay to use.
There was such a thing as half-vampyres, in which the specimen was only blooded a little—Elliot assumed he was a full vampyre.
Although it provided some answers, Elliot didn’t know everything. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his exhausted eyes.
He knew where he had to go.
He knew that there was only on place in which there was infinite knowledge.
The Jedi Archives.

Emma had already started to make dinner when Elliot got home. Elliot’s nose picked up the scent from behind the door. He walked in, and took a giant sniff. “What’s cooking?” he asked.
“It’s a surprise,” Emma said.
Elliot never liked surprises, and they seemed to be getting less and less “surprising” and more and more “Oh my goodness, my life is right down the drain.”
Elliot decided to take a shower, and when he emerged into the kitchen thirty or so minutes later, he saw that dinner was ready.
He squinted his eyes, before he recognized what it was: a pork roast. He raised an eyebrow. “Is that pork?” he asked.
“Yes, want some?” she replied.
“No, I don’t eat pork.”
“Why? Religion?”
“No, I just don’t dig on swine that’s all.”
“Why not?”
“Pigs are filthy animals. I don’t eat filthy animals.”
“Yeah, but pork chops taste good, bacon tastes good…”
“Well, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know ‘cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy thing.”
Emma chuckled. “Point taken. Dig some leftovers from the fridge.”
“Haven’t you ever wondered about my past? I mean, if I ever found someone on the bottom level of Coruscant, about my age, I’d ask where the hell they lived, why they got there, but, most importantly, how they became a vampyre!”
“Hmmm,” Emma said thoughtfully, “I just always thought that you were on your own, and that when the time came, if there was anything to tell, you’d say it.”
“Well, do you want to hear it now?”
“Sure,” she said smiling.
“Okay,” Elliot said, sighing. He ran his fingers threw his hair. “I suppose this starts at the very beginning, since before I can remember.
“As a child, when I was about four, I was abducted. I was taken forcefully from my home, and I can’t remember what my mother was like.” Emma’s eyebrows flew upward, and were lost in her bangs, but she remained quiet.
“You see, I was—am? I don’t know—a Jedi.”
Emma eyes opened wide. Her mouth hung open. She had never, in all her sixteen years of existence, thought she’d ever meet a real Jedi. But, Emma came back to her senses. He was bluffing. “Prove it. Do something that only a Jedi could do. Where’s your lightsaber? I searched you when I found you on the ground. You had nothing but some measly credits.”
“I destroyed my lightsaber. Easier to remain inconspicuous without it. As for doing something only a Jedi could?” He thought about it carefully. “I can’t read your mind per se, but I can, more or less, grasp what you’re thinking at times. But, anyone can do that right now, judging from the look in your face.” He sighed loudly.
“Fine, I can settle for a ‘cheap trick.’” He concentrated, and picked up a piece of bread on Emma’s plate. He made it do circles around her head, before having it fly at him. He caught it, and ate it.

After Emma recovered, Elliot told her about his life on Tatooine, what it was like speeder racing, and how he assumed he ended up being a vampyre.
Once he finished his tale, Elliot looked at Emma. She appeared to have taken the story relatively well, considering that fact that Elliot was technically a wanted criminal, waiting to be executed.
“Why…why are you here? I mean, this is the Emperor’s home planet. You’ve fallen for his trap, hook, line, and sinker, yet you knew about that trap, so…I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” she said.
“Well, I figured he wouldn’t expect anyone to come here. ‘The hardest ones to see are the ones right under your nose.’ That was a favorite saying of my old Master. Plus, I need access to the Jedi Archives.”
She shook her head. “The Jedi Temple was ransacked. Everything was destroyed, and the only things left were looted. The place is under security. I doubt that you could even get inside, and even if you did, you probably wouldn’t find anything there.”
Elliot laughed. “The Jedi Temple may have been torn up, but not the Archives. No one, and I mean no one, could ever get into the Archives unless they were a Master. Many have tried, not one has ever succeeded.
“As for the security, that’s easy. They don’t expect a Jedi, nor do they suspect anyone, for that matter, to get in. So, while the outside security may be great, the inside will likely be sub par, probably non-existent. I bet you I can get in.” He smiled.
Despite herself, Emma smiled as well. “Hey, don’t take my word for it, go right ahead. Why don’t you do it tonight?”
“I think I will. I’ll make you a bet. I can get in tonight, and be out by dawn, without anyone seeing me.”
“Well, how will I know that you actually got in without anyone seeing you? Or even getting in?”
“I’ll come back with a datapad that could only come from the Archives.”
Emma’s smile widened. “Alright, I’ll take that bet. How much?”
“Oh, no. This bet is too daring to be on money. If I get in, you have to give me a kiss!”
Emma chuckled. “Alright, a kiss it is.”
Elliot rubbed his hands together. “Excellent! I’m going to take a nap, wake me at like 9:30, please.”
Elliot flung himself on his bed. He giggled. In less than twelve hours he was going to break into the Jedi Archives and even get a kiss. Life sure was swell for him. But, life was going to get much, much worse for him.

Diego Varen
10-07-2006, 05:14 AM
About time too. I'm looking foward to the next Chapter too. Good Chapter all the same.

10-08-2006, 04:21 PM
:):) good chap JK

10-09-2006, 12:47 PM
terrifically disgusting :D
j/k it was very good. there were the occasional grammar errors, but i'll leave those to the troll :p

10-14-2006, 11:50 PM
Well, you see, the problem with the grammar thing is this: my computer, I noticed recently, is acting up pretty bad. No matter what I type, it doesn't catch any spelling or grammar errors. So, sorry for that. I think my brother put some virus in it, because recently, when I try to open MWord, it says that theres some sort of error, and nothing happens.

Diego Varen
10-15-2006, 08:52 AM
Well, you see, the problem with the grammar thing is this: my computer, I noticed recently, is acting up pretty bad. No matter what I type, it doesn't catch any spelling or grammar errors. So, sorry for that. I think my brother put some virus in it, because recently, when I try to open MWord, it says that theres some sort of error, and nothing happens.

Sometimes my Word doesn't catch any errors either. It could be a glitch. I hope it sorts itself out J_K_707.

10-15-2006, 04:08 PM
Well, it seems to be catching the mistakes, but it doesn't put the red thingy underneath. *sigh* damn computer...

11-30-2006, 07:43 PM
I know that you guys may have thought that I gave up on this story, but fear not, I have not (is that proper English?).
But a few things have been holding me back: a) Writer's Block. HUGE BLOCK! b) Time. I have next to none. I've been on the computer for like 2 hours combined in the past 3-4 weeks. c) I have no energy! Freshman year = sucky. Homework + soccer + arguements with my mother = no time.
So, I've been working on it little by little, and the new chapter shall be posted... somewhat soon. I don't want to set myself a deadline, 'cause what if it passes!
Just to reassure you, I have not forgotten about this story, just have no ideas.