fan fiction scrollA New Hope Reborn, Prologue

 Bastila ShanCanderous OrdoCarth Onasi

Series: Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic: Episode One
Title: A New Hope Reborn
Chapter: 0/?
Summary: Redemption is never impossible.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Star Wars, it solely belongs to brilliant mind of George Lucas.
A/N: Beta-ed by Auros Sopherai & Onasilvslv. 

 

The Dark Lord stood in a menacing pose holding a lightsaber in her hand. She seemed so thickly surrounded by the Dark Side there was no possible way light could penetrate it. Darth Revan was fully armored in a red and black suit, so that you couldn’t tell if Darth Revan was male or female. At her feet lay a fallen Jedi, slain by her own hand.

One of the Jedi spoke forcefully, “You will not win Revan.” Before the Sith could remark on anything there was an explosion from behind her, caused by her own apprentice. She was thrown several feet as were the Jedi.

However, the force of it had torn up part of the back of Revan’s cloak and armor, which had been protecting her more or less. However, it was seeming not enough as only ragged breathing could be heard from under her mask.

It was a female Jedi who first rushed towards the fallen Sith Lord. She kneeled at her side, momentarily weighing her options. Then she quickly undid the straps from the Sith’s face, revealing a young woman who was deathly pale and several marks which were the work of the Dark Side. The female Jedi worked quickly, trying to preserve what was left of Revan’s life.

Two of the surviving Jedi ran away from the sight, down the corridors where they met three Jedi Masters. No words were exchanged. The Masters and Knights led the way to where bastila was trying desperately to save the Sith’s life. Quickly several medics followed the way with supplies, to help keep teh nearly dead Sith alive.

The Jedi Masters, consisting of Masters Vrook, Vandar, and Kavar gazed at the sight before them. Master Vrook was a middle aged man, with an almost bald head and a disdainful expression written all over his face. LIke both his counterparts, he wore Jedi Master Robes. Master Vandar was a short man of an unknown race of a slight muddy brown-green pigmentation. While Master Kavar was the youngest of the Jedi Masters with golden hair and crystal clear blue eyes. The Medics rushed ahead of them and went to work healing Revan. Quickly, they began putting her on a form of a stretcher as Master Kavar pulled Bastila away from the fallen Sith.

The three Masters watched as Revan was taken away. Master Vrook approached one of the Jedi that lay on the ground and placed his hand on him, while shaking his own head.

“What will happen now?” The Padawan asked.

“Revan’s memory will be wiped and she will be given a new idenity,” Master Vandar said. “For her safety and the rest of the galaxy’s, eventually she will become a Jedi once again… She may be the last hope we have.”

In truth, Revan’s mind was damaged. A part of her was lost, something that could be easily worked with when it came to the Council or so they thought.

Over A Year Later…

Inside what would pass for a Cantina inside the ship of the Endar Spire, it was a busy place full of soldiers, but not one single Jedi. It seemed the one place that the Jedi would not come. The room smelt of cigarres and various alcohols, just like any other place and music could be heard from Biths on the far right side of the room. However, they were merely holos.

In the midst of the loudness of the place that was brightly lit with Republic colors, there were three very odd fit women talking… A mechanic, an ensign soldier, and a smuggler. Those three women were laughing at the conversation together comfortable in their table. Amongst the three of them was a short blonde woman with blue eyes, her hair styled in a crop cut and dressed in Republic soldier’s uniform. Then there was a red-head with green eyes, she had her long, kinky red hair styled in a bun. Lastly, there was a raven haired woman with dark brown eyes, who looked out of place. The woman was Raven Sommersby, who had her hair in two braids on both sides of her face.

“Oh come on, you really didn’t actually do that?” the red headed woman, Gaia, asked.

“I sure did,” the blonde woman Terre spoke. “I may of lost my clothes in a Pazaak game, but I got a lot of money out of it…”

Raven smirked, finishing off her ale. “Man, that stuff is weak,” she muttered.

Gaia and Terre looked at their friend with wide eyes. “That was your fifth glass of Tarisian ale, wasn’t it?”

“Seventh,” Raven told them.

“Damn Ray, you drink harder than any soldier I’ve ever met,” Terre marveled.

No guy could ever take advantage of that,” Gaia remarked.

“Pretty much,” Raven said. “Up for a Pazaak game?”

“Actually no, early shift tomorrow,” Terre informed Raven. “And I’ve got a semi-date…”

“How about you, Gaia?” Raven asked.

“Nah, Pazaak isn’t my kinda fun,” Gaia said sneakily. “I’ll probably get some sleep and go pester the hell out of Theigul.”

Gaia and Terre left Raven after they paid for their drinks and departed from the area leaving Raven to her own devices.

Raven was left shuffling her cards, her hands were nimble, soft, and hardly calloused. She hadn’t really notice a man sit opposite of her until moments later. Naturally, she asked, “Republic rules?”

The man had noticed that the woman hadn’t once looked up, and said, “It would be a little inappropriate to go with Nar Shadaa rules here.”

Raven raised an eyebrow and looked at the man. He was ruggedly handsome. She had seen him before, although she’d never spoken to him. “Possibly,” She told the man, in the orange jacket, sitting across the table.

Raven dealt out the shortest Pazaak game she’d ever played in. Raven easily won the first three hands. As the woman stood up the soldier was about to ante up the credits. She put her hand on his for a moment and then moved it away. She informed him, “You can pay up later, next time buy me a drink, handsome.”

The man in the orange jacket raised an eyebrow and smirked as he watched her . He had to admit even to himself despite his caution to others, that she was extremely gorgeous.

Raven paid for her drinks from earlier and exited the room.

‘Wow,’ She thought to herself as she went to her room. She dressed down to the bare essentials and tossed her clothes and everything else in her footlocker and crashed in her bed. Quickly, sleep enveloped her taking her to a place that always felt safe…

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2 Responses to “A New Hope Reborn, Prologue”

  1. RevanN says:

    Good first fan fiction :).

  2. cassity282 says:

    you better give me more of! those to read

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