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  1. A/N. A bit of bad news, fans. I'm cancelling my sub to this game, so I will no longer be posting on this website. My story can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8607191/1/STAR-WARS-THE-PHANTOM-MENACE-REWRITE
  2. CONCORD DAWN Obi-wan stopped running, sweat and smut mixing on his face. His blue lightsaber hummed violently in his hands, the hilt slippery with sweat. Humid air heated from the fires from orbital bombardments and ones started by clones cooked him, each breath he inhaled was burning hot, scorching his throat and the roof of his mouth. He paused to catch his breath, and stole a glance behind him. The homestead they had just been at was now burning to the ground, clone troopers armed with weapons that spat fire bathed the building in it. Obi-wan watched with wide eyes as the flames swathed back and forth, eventually catching to the ground and enveloping the body of the young man Obi-wan had just killed... No. He had a duty. No time for that. “Obi-wan Kenobi!” A stern voice called ahead of him. Obi-wan picked his head up, his padwan braid whipping across his cheek. He looked at the looming form of an Imperial Commander, clad in the gray armor and black cap that colored those of his order. A gun steamed in his hands, and two clone troopers, clad in white armor, flanked him. Their helmeted heads were constantly turning, constantly aware. “Yes, Commander-General?” Obi-wan asked, bowing slightly. His voice rasped after each word. “The assault goes well. Sectors six, thirteen, and forty have all been subjugated. From the information we have gathered the plans for the secret weapon are on a planet deeper in the outer rim.” Obi-wan looked at the Commander incredulously. “Wait- if they aren't here...then why continue the attack? We're just wasting resources.” The Commander smiled patiently. “What we are doing, Kenobi, is showing our power. Some of these people, these savages in the rim worlds, still believe we are weak. They don't respect us. Now..” The Commander turned slightly, and spread his arm wide, nearly hitting a clone trooper, who humbly stepped out of the way of his reach- “Their crops burn. Their homes destroyed. Their spirit? Broken. They will remember this for a long time.” Obi-wan fell silent. The boy he killed... it was all for nothing. It was wanton murder. “Does Yoda know of this? Sifo Dyas? Does he? Do they agree to this?” Obi-wan asked, his voice bordering on accusatory tones. “Yes. They all agree with me. Yoda was...hard to convince. But Sifo Dyas? He understood. And he made Yoda understand. They know what's at stake.” The Commander answered. Obi-wan looked down at his weapon, at his smeared hands. He felt sick. “For the Empire.” Obi-wan declared quietly. The Commander nodded. “For the Empire.”
  3. OBI-WAN The Jedi Knight spurred his borrowed beast of burden forwards, the pale creature snorting as its snout lazily dangled from it's elongated face. Obi-wan scanned the horizon- the endless sea of Tatooine was spread before him, all around, all encompassing. Just looking at the dusty dunes made Obi-wan thirsty. He licked his lips, and pulled a small metal container from his pouch, which was found bouncing behind him. He swore as he raised the container to his mouth, spilling precious water on himself, and then drank liberally. Putting the container back in his pack, he kicked his mount ahead. As he rode, he wondered where Anakin was. Obi-wan hated himself for lying to the boy, and for keeping information from him, but what choice did he have? If Anakin turned against him...turned against the Jedi- It would be like Qui-gon foresaw. Then what? The evil he went to face, the same evil that Yoda and Sifo and countless other Jedi went to destroy...the possible force that convinced Stark to betray the Empire- It would all be for nothing. Obi-wan prayed then, prayed that Anakin controlled himself, prayed that he remembered his training. Obi-wan stopped moving, pulling the reigns backwards. The beast grumbled slightly, but slowed to a complete stop. Kenobi raised a hand over his forehead, blocking out the rising sun. Wasteland. Obi-wan sighed deeply and continued on. What was he even going to do with Shimi? He had to free her. But to let her see Anakin again? He still remembered what she had warned Qui-gon when they first took him. The threat she gave. That she would tell Anakin everything, and let him decide if he still wants to serve the Jedi and the Empire. It was then Obi-wan's mind wandered as he trudged on, sweat trailing down his face as the heat of Tatooine escalated. His mind found him not on Tatooine, but back on Concord Dawn, all of those years ago.... When he had first killed.
  4. I finished half of the new chapter but something came up in my personal life and I will be unable to finish it today. Expect it tomorrow afternoon. Sorry guys x.x
  5. QUINLAN VOS JEDI MASTER Quinlan Vos walked into the main square of the imperial district, massive statues of various figures of the Old Republic, from the age before it was turned into an Empire. Around them, thousands of nobles, mostly human, swarmed by them, heading towards the apparent podium, where, apparently, Palpatine was holding his speech. But Quinlan was headed in the opposite direction. He was heading away from the crowds. Away from Palpatine. Quinlan looked around with green eyes, scanning the area that was behind the moving crowd. The Imperial District's buildings towered over him, and Quinlan pulled his hood over his head, finding an alleyway between two smaller buildings. He entered it, his vision quickly darkened by the shade. He turned around slightly, finding that no one had followed him- No, most of the people here were finding their way towards Palpatine. Quinlan knelt over, and reached into the excesses of his robe, and pulled out a small rectangular object, and turned it over, pressing the main green button on the center. The device beeped quietly at regular intervals, until the face of a silver woman appeared. “Establishing secure connection...” The woman announced in a robotic voice. Quinlan waited, until the image of the woman fizzled away, and the face of Daalu appeared. “What have you found?” Daalu asked. Quinlan grinned at Coruscant's security officer. “I have found out much.”
  6. Will be posting tomorrow. Expect a new character
  7. PADME Padme sat in her room, located inside one of the high skyscrapers that towered in the Imperial District. She lay still in her bed, which was wide, too big for her slim figure. It was draped by black curtains, which were parted by the foot of the bed, revealing a large mirror that found itself straight ahead of the bed. She looked at herself in the mirror with bored interest, moving her face from side to side, analyzing her profile. She was bored. Padme sighed, sitting up in her bed, and swung her legs over the side. She stood up, straight, stretching, and then walked to her wardrobe, pulling her ebony nightgown off of her body, folding it, and putting it away, grabbing another set of clothing from the same shelf within her closet. She dressed herself with trained speed, and then breathed in deeply as she closed her eyes, and stepped through the doors that closed her room from the outside world. Padme opened her eyes, and was greeted by a long hallway that stretched in both directions for as long as she could see, curving around like constricting snake. She went to the left, smiling graciously at the various human nobles as they walked by and greeted her. Padme Amidala. That is what they called her. She was a noble. A citizen of the Empire. As she walked, in her fine clothing with a stomach full of rich delicacies, she felt a twinge of guilt. Every smiling human face she saw reminded her of the reproachful Alien expressions she was greeted with in the lower levels. How was she different from them? What had she done differently to live so much better? She put a kick into her step as she reached one of the many elevators that lined the hall. Padme walked into the elevator, the doors opening automatically as she approached. Another man stepped in beside her, dark skinned, handsome, with fine clothes and a yellow tattoo crossing his nose and long dreadlocked hair. “Good day to you,” He greeted with a warm smile. Padme smiled back, humbly bowing her head. “And you too, good sir.” The man nodded, and then picked a destination, Padme releasing an anxious breath as she realized he was heading to the same place. The man caught her sigh of relief. “I think everyone is headed to where we are.” He said with another grin. Padme smiled again, nodding, but inside she felt like throwing up. Everyone was going to the Imperial District grounds, where Palpatine was planning to announce his official campaign against Aguari's father. She had cared before, but now... When she thought about the aliens in the lower sectors...The alien that Deak killed...It all seemed like worthless politics. A game for the rich and wealthy. A class, she realized, that she belonged to. The elevator sped down the building, and Padme turned around, Watching Coruscant's buildings fall closer and closer to her through the Elevator's glass viewports. Speeders flew by in the distance, merchant frigates loomed in the lower atmosphere, and yachts, belonging to the Imperial elite, flew closer to the Imperial district, with Corsucant Security skiffs buzzing around them, driven by men clad in white armor. The dark-skinned man saw her eyes. “Governors from other systems. This is a big announcement, if you couldn't tell already. The Emperor's right to rule has never been challenged by his Chancellor before.” “Do you think Fini-I mean, the Emperor has a chance to win?” Padme inquired, cursing herself for using the Emperor's name. Aguari had told her long ago not to act to familiar with the Emperor, despite the fact she saw him on a semi-regular basis. The man raised his eyebrows. “I'm not sure. Many will support him simply because he is the Emperor. But many more despise him for his policies.” Padme nodded, her face grim. In other words, it was very possible that Finis could be legally overthrown, and replaced. The elevator reached the ground level of the district, and the glass door hissed open, blasting Padme with a gust of fresh mid-morning air. The glare from the rising sun gave the looming skyscrapers an orange tint, and made the various space and low-atmosphere craft a heavenly glow. “After you,” The man smiled, and parted his arms to allow Padme out of the Elevator. As he did, Padme noticed a glint on the man's until then hidden belt. A lightsaber. “Thank you, sir.” She said, rushing out of the elevator, suddenly feeling uneasy. She walked a few paces, and then turned around, looking for the man. He was gone.
  8. OBI-WAN The twin suns of Tatooine slowly set behind the Jedi Knight as he and Jarjar stood over a crumpled Toydarian. On the corner of Mos Espa's dusty streets, the alien had red, watery eyes and ash covering his arms and face. Obi-wan recognized the alien from the last time he was here, though it seems the alien had forgotten the Jedi. Obi-wan had found the alien poking through the burned shop as the fires dwindled, scaring off looters with huttese slurs and waving fists. Now, the fire in the alien was gone, replaced by great sadness. Both men towered over the Toydarian, blocking him from the lessening light of Tatooine's suns. “Who did this to your shop?” Jarjar asked, his eyes focused on Watto, his hand looming over his blaster, which hung lazily from his sagging belt. “B-black...Sun. They stole my slave-” Obi-wan's eyes narrowed. “Shimi Skywalker.” Watto nodded slowly, rolling his head on his neck. “Yes...I...I remember you, now, Jedi. You came here before- Took the boy..” Watto's wings slowly beat against his flabby back. Obi-wan had to hide his smirk as he watched the alien, with a large pot-belly, impossibly rise and hover into the air, his tiny wings flapping faster than the eyes could see. “Where is Anakin?” He asked. Obi-wan looked away from Watto for a moment, his mouth turning downwards. “He has eluded us. He saw the shop. He must think his mother is dead.” Watto locked eyes with Obi-wan. “No. She isn't dead. Not yet. But she may be soon if you do not hurry.” Jarjar coughed loudly, stepping forward towards Watto. “You owed me some parts,” Jarjar smirked slightly, “But I don't think you'll be able to pay me back in your current state.” Watto turned to Jarjar. His voice hushed. “The BlackSun stole what parts were valuable before they burned the shop. Anything there is now inside their compound. They're massing...preparing for something, Jarjar.” Obi-wan raised his eyebrows. “Where is this compound?” “They'll kill me. They'll know I told you.” Jarjar stifled a laugh. “Look at you, Watto. You're already dead. You might as well help us. Is Anakin's mother at this compound?” Watto shrugged. “They said they were taking her to Cliegg Lars. His homestead is on the edge of the Jundland Wastes. Dangerous. It is filled with Sand People. And the Lars homestead is powerfully enforced by mercenaries.” Obi-wan nodded, and pulled his hood over his face. “I will go to the Lars Homestead. Jarjar, you find out where the BlackSun compound is and get the hyperdrive.” “What about Anakin?” Obi-wan paused, and then looked at Jarjar with a grin. “He'll find us.” “Good luck, Jedi.” Jarjar saluted Obi-wan as he walked off. Obi-wan turned, and nodded. “May the force be with you, Jarjar.” The Mandalorian turned his attention back to a wide-eyed Watto. “Now...Tell me, Watto. Where's this BlackSun compound that's got you all in a tizzy?”
  9. ANAKIN Anakin stood in his old home. It was strange how tall he had gotten- The ceiling was still a few feet above his head, but the last time he was here, it seemed as if it was dozens of feet above him. The home was barren- save for a few ancient supplies that his mother had left behind all of those years ago. When he left, she did too. The last time he had seen her, she told him she would live with Watto in his shop. He closed his fist hard, and frowned. Now, they are both dead. Hate, familiar hate simmered within him, a dark feeling, like a roaring storm that threatening to devour everything. Anakin delved into the eye of the darkness, controlling it, feeding it, allowing himself to be a slave to its touch. It was the only thing that soothed him. The walls of the hovel began to crack violently, spider-webbing across the curved walls. Scattered hubris on the floor began to rise, and spun around Anakin as he stood, his head down, eyes closed. Focused on the darkness. Anakin. You're going to destroy the entire house. Anakin looked up, surprised...hearing a voice, not with his ears, but within himself. He opened his eyes, and saw a hooded figure in dark robes standing before him. The voice sounded familiar. Friendly. “Who are you?” Anakin asked. The hooded figure responded by lifting it's right arm- it was only then that Anakin noticed the man's left sleeve hung empty- and pulled the hood away from his face. Anakin stared at the face for a long time- taking in it's features, the eyes, the hair, the chin...It was then Anakin realized he was looking at himself. Albeit much older. Much more experienced. “You're....me?” Anakin said, focused on himself. The other Anakin nodded, and smiled warmly. “I'm what you will become. What you could become.” The second Skywalker replied. Anakin walked closer to the man, standing before him, looking up at him, and then reached for him-Anakin's hand fell right through the man. Anakin stepped back, shocked. “You have a special gift, Anakin. A gift that you will give to your sons and daughters. Force-walking.” The older said. “Force...walking?” “Yes. It is a skill that very few Jedi possess. It uses the physical aspect of the force, the dark side, mixed with the spiritual aspect- the light side. It allows the user to follow ebbs of the force in time, to see the various outcomes and possibilities that one's current path will lead to.” The older Anakin walked to the curved wall, placing his hand on the cracks that stretched across them. “What future is this?” Anakin followed himself with curious eyes. “You remain here, on Tatooine. You liberate the slaves. You find the balance.” “Balance between what?” “That is for you to discover. Of course, if you remain here, millions will die. That is the choice you must make. I am but a shadow of your decision, Anakin.” Before Anakin could ask more, the man was gone. His vision shifted, and the reality of his situation hit him like a rock. Watto. Mother. He inhaled deeply, and stood straighter, stronger, setting his shoulders so they became broad and heavy. He couldn't stay here. He wouldn't be responsible for the death of millions. He was a Jedi. Not a child. The fact that Obi-wan withheld information from him hurt, yes, but he needed to control his emotions. He was a Jedi of the Empire. With that thought, Anakin left the hovel, leaving his childhood behind. You find the balance. Anakin replayed the last words he received from himself. You find the balance.
  10. A/N Holy cow. Never did I think that this would get two thousand views. Thanks for the support, everyone, And I hope you guys enjoy the new chapter today
  11. A/N: WILL be able to post today. On break at work, look for a new chapter this afternoon
  12. A:/N Hope you guys liked that chapter. Some major foreshadowing Aahaha. Anyway, as you know, HUGE storm coming. And it may or may not be headed my way. So just a heads up-I'm planning on posting tomorrow-but depending on how bad the storm is i might not be able to...or at all next week. So cheers!
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