Rightio, here is part two of my "little" pre academy days story...enjoy!


The dim light glinted coldly from the many cloning tanks as the newly awakened Darth Slayne inspected them each in turn. Within each tank was an exact replica of himself, each at various stages of development, yet none of them looked at all over twenty standard years old. He preferred to be reborn young, that way his reflexes would always be in perfect form. Dimly he recalled a time when he was at the age of ninety, and frowned. He had killed himself that time. It made him sick to think he should ever have to be that feeble again. That's why he had the cloning tanks created so long ago. Although those old contraptions were prone to failing quite often. But these newer ones he had stolen from a group of skinny long-necked creatures were just right with the right modifications. He recalled with satisfaction how he had captured a few of these pathetic creatures, and how he made them install the tanks to his exact specifications. Before he disposed of them, he also made them programme his droids in every aspect of cloning. It was the droids that maintained his hidden base while he was away. A droid would not rebel. A droid would not betray him. He was the master here, and none could take that from him.
Yet he felt the summons all too well. A new master beckoned him; a strong master. One with a power he had not felt since the Sith order fell over two millennia ago. After so many years lurking among the shadows, constantly having to resurrect himself, a new Lord of darkness had finally come; a master worthy of Slayne's servitude. But Slayne knew also that he would have to serve lesser Sith than himself for a time, but that mattered little to him. Times change, and there was always something new to learn; even from one who was a but a child in comparison to his own age. The force had a way of humbling those of great arrogance. Yes, he would serve his master well. It was what he did best. Lord Slayne of the ancient order was not here to rule, he was here to ensure that the Sith lived on. Even if it took another two thousand years to happen; he would be there to see that it happened. He was a patient man, a predator that lucked in the darkest of shadows. A cold-blooded assassin that would wait and study his target no matter how long it took. Then he would strike…
A metallic clicking on the polished metal floor announced the presence of his main servant droid X9-57. As Slayne turned to regard it, the droid stood to rigid attention, its servomotors humming quietly.
“Master,” the black and chrome coloured droid said with a rasping voice, its bug-like head gesticulating as it did so, “your ship has been rearmed and resupplied. All onboard systems are nominal, and all minor repairs are complete. What are your orders?”
“Continue monitoring the clones for any defects.” Slayne commanded. “And dispose of some of these older ones. They're no longer needed.”
“Of coarse sir.” The droid grated. “Good luck with your mission master.”
Slayne watched the stiff movements of the droid as it turned and headed for the exit. Luck? He found himself thinking. There is no such thing, there is only the force. And it was the force that called him to some out in the cold of space…
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The spiralling vortex of hyperspace abruptly dissipated with a myriad streaks of light, which in turn vanished and was replaced by the rapidly growing green globe of a planet. When finally the inertia of deep space travel slowed enough for the ships sub-light engines to kick in, the bulk of the forest world almost obscured the light speckled tapestry of space as Darth Slayne gazed through the transparasteel canopy. Already he could feel a strong presence on the planet before him, and he immediately shrouded himself with the dark art of the force. They would not sense him coming. As an after thought he activated the ships scrambling field; a device that would cause scanning sweeps to bounce of his ships hull and make it impossible to establish a reliable lock. Satisfied he guided the craft closer to the planet.
The sleek, angular ship seemed to glide gracefully through space, almost invisible against the star field due to the flat-black metal of its hull. Twice the size of a Sith infiltrator, it resembled two halves of a scaled down star destroyer joined at the middle by a hull structure not dissimilar to a Tentive IV Blockade runner. She was Slaynes pride and joy, and he had named her the Stygian Wraith.

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“My scopes are negative.” Lt. Traddin said into his headset. “Are you sure you saw something?” He had an uneasy feeling brewing inside him.
“I'm positive, green leader.” The slightly distorted voice replied. “My scope picked it up at point five nine. Whatever it was it was moving fast, but vanished almost as quick as it appeared.”
Lt. Traddin had no reason to doubt his wingman, years of experience together made the man the most reliable pilot in his squadron. If his closest friend had seen something, then something was definitely out there. “All right we'll check it out then. All fighters form on me.”
The four X-wings from green squadron suddenly veered from their present coarse and speed toward the distant green planet.

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His eyes closed, Darth Slayne focused on the planet below and ever so gently reached out with the force. He had powered down the Stygian Wraith's engines to minimise any possible detection from the many freighters that hung in orbit, and now threw all his concentration on the planet surface. Yes, he could sense them all right, Jedi; and quite a large number of them too. He brushed over many of the less experienced padawans' minds with feather light manipulation of his dark art. They were building something….a secret base. He probed a little deeper. Ah…they are trying to recover from a recent defeat…It's still fresh in their minds. A chilling grin came to Darth Slayne's lips. They wish to hide themselves from their attackers. Yes….the Sith! They think they are safe here…
A slight whine from his communications systems brought him from his trance an instant before a voice sounded in the speaker. “Unidentified craft, power down your deflector shields and prepare to escorted to the planet surface!”
A flash of anger shot through Slayne. How could he have been so careless? He should have activated the scrambler before entering the system. But there was nothing for it now.
“Unidentified craft. Respond immediately!”
With a sudden orange-red flare, the Stygian Wraith's twin engines came to life and the sleek ship accelerated with alarming speed toward the darkness of space. For a moment the X-Wings were left in her wake, but the experienced pilots were quick to increase throttle, and the four fighters roared after the fleeing ship.
“Unidentified craft! Power down immediately or we WILL open fire!”
Slayne ignored the order, calmly waiting for the ships computer to calculate the jump into hyperspace.
“All right, this is it boys!” Lt. Traddin crowed gleefully. “Lock S-Foils in attack positions! Lets take this baby out!”
In perfect synchronisation, the wings of the four fighters opened up to form the famous “X” position that gave the Incom T-65 snub fighter its legendary nickname.
“Sir!” His wingman, green two, called out. “We can't get a lock on him! That'll render torpedoes useless. Target tracking is out too!”
“Then we'll just have to do this the old fashioned way.” Traddin grinned, loving every second of this new challenge. “Manual targeting. Just like back in flight school!”
Just then, Traddin's flight computer sounded an alarm. He looked down at the small screen in front of him, and at the four small blips that appeared directly ahead of them. His head snapped up to get visual confirmation of what the scope just told him, spotted them and then cursed. “Look out! He's launched tracking mines! All fighters break formation! Break formation!”
Without hesitation the X-Wings split up and took evasive action. Traddin frantically fired toward the incoming mines as he rolled his fighter and broke sharply to the right, noting that he at least took one of the deadly devices out. His wingman destroyed another in a similar move. A quick glance to his left told him that one of his wingmen was in trouble.
“Green three!” He screamed. “Break left! Break left!”
The pilot of green three had a better view of the danger and knew that he'd be a dead man if he followed that order. It would place him in the path of the second mine. In a panic he pulled up in an attempt to dodge the initial threat, but the mine easily compensated and impacted with his starboard wing. The resulting explosion sent green three spiralling out of control and directly into the flight path of green four. There was a blinding flash as the two craft collided, followed by brilliant explosion that sent both pilots to oblivion. An instant later the remaining mine clipped green two's port lower engine and detonated.
Traddin could only watch in horror as the tail end of his beast friend's X-Wing disintegrated. He could do nothing to block out the terrified scream that came through his receiver. A scream that just went on and on, as the flaming remains of the fighter spiralled out of control before erupting in a ball of searing plasma. Then all was deathly quiet save for the sound of his own ships engines.
At that moment Slayne sent the Stygian Wraith into a reversed loop and headed straight for the remaining X-Wing fighter. With a flick of a switch the ships side mounted turrets folded out of the hull plating and fired volley after rapid volley of red death at the sole survivor. Traddin looked up too late to save his own life…
Darth Slayne grinned with satisfaction, and promptly guided his ship away from the planet and the seething mass of fighters that sped toward his position. A beep from his navicomputer told him all he needed to know. Seconds later the Stygian Wraith made the jump to hyperspace…

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Obi Wan took the news calmly as Darklighter made the grim report. Yet more precious lives were lost to this senseless war. He could almost feel the years pressing down on him as he regarded his friend. “Give the order to evacuate.” He said numbly.
“Consider it done.” The younger man replied, before forcing a grin to appear. “Look at the bright side, my friend. At least we didn't lose a base this time, because we didn't get a chance to build it yet!” With that Darklighter turned and left his friend to his thoughts.
Obi Wan strode over to a nearby window and gazed upon the lush forest terrain. A new Sith Lord had entered the fray. He could feel it. Now they were forced to flee again. He would have to find a new planet in order to rebuild the academy. Perhaps the planet Thedonias…

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There! Done! (wipes sweat from exhausted brow) Sorry about the length. I may be posting a third and final istallment for this behemoth...any how, I'll cross THAT bridge when I get to it...

I will post the next part of my story in just a sec:D

Originally posted by Darklighter
I will post the next part of my story in just a sec:D
how did i not get into this thread. so are we basicly telling our back storys? :confused:

Yeah, Its sort of an introdution of your character and how he came to be in his respective academy.

ok well ill give a brief summery of mine.

i was a young child on a ice planet like hoth when i stumbeled on a under ground room filled with books. they were in a strange language but for some reason i was able to read them. they were about jedi battel tactics ond so on. i studied for years reading them and one day when i was 14 or so i constructed a duel lightsaber sence i discovered i had the force and sence i studyed for years on the subject i learned very easly how to use it with out killing myself. i also studyed other saber styles. years past and i married a young woman and we had a son. then a sith and his son (shadow angel and his father) came to our planet and started to ruel it with brutal force. so i got tired of the bastard so i challenged angels father and bairly won. shadow angel was angered beond beleaf and started to destroy each town one by one untill he found out who killed his father. he found out it was me, went to my house when i wasent there, killed my wife and son because they wouldent tell him where i was and left the planet knowing that i would come after him. the jedi acadamy had been astablished a year or two before that. obi-wan came to the planet, found me and brought me to the jedi acadamy and if he hadent found me i would have surely turned to the darkside. and so i became the duel saber trainer and brought the books i found and we applied them to the acadamys teachings. and the rest is history.

what do you think

Looking pretty good.:thumbsup:
That would explain the anamosity between your characer and Shadow angel. I know I'd be pretty agro if someone iced my family. Things like that have a tendancy to draw a character to the dark side. Keep up the good work. :)

Originally posted by Darth Slayne
Looking pretty good.:thumbsup:
That would explain the anamosity between your characer and Shadow angel. I know I'd be pretty agro if someone iced my family. Things like that have a tendancy to draw a character to the dark side. Keep up the good work. :)
thanks alot for the comment

Darklighter lived on the a peaceful planet as a farmboy, working with his father and mother. As he needed more money, Darkighters father joined the smugglers trade. He was decieved and aimed at for assassination. Obi-wan's hearing of the situation was merely a chance happening.

A ruthless bounty hunter had been dispatched to hunt down and kill darklighter and his family. His mother and father were slaughtered, and had not Obi-wan come about the situation he would have been to. But it was not chance after all that brought Obi-wan to him. 'Nothing happens by accident' a powerful Jedi had once sad. As Obi-wan looked into the young Tidus Darklighter's eyes, he could see wisdom, the force strong in him. He would make a powerful Jedi in time and training. That time was nearly over. The bounty hunter had been hired by a mysterious Aser Loane, a crime lord in one of the main smuggler syndicates. He was believed dead, but Darklighter would not hesitate to hunt him down if he heard news of Loane's whereabouts.

After the misery Darklighter had suffered with the loss of his family, the complete and utter torment and fear of bounty hunters and criminals, you would think his sadness and pain would have to end. Obviously, you would be mistaken.

After years training at the Academy under the watchful guidance of Obi-wan, Darklighter had raised his skill and physical prowess to the highest possible level. However on his fourth year, Darkighter was caught up in the most painful event of his life.

Someone joined the Academy as Darklighter was nearing the end of his training. A young human female named Taliara, of great skill and determination. They had practised a lot together, and she was becoming incredibly powerful as a Jedi.

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They walked up towards each other, the wooden sticks at their sides ready to spar. Darklighter with his black and brown hair and white Jedi garments stepped up towards his opponent. Taliara was calm, her blonde hair tied back and her blue and red clothes shone in the flame lit hall of the Jedi sparring room. She was very beautiful, her eyes glistened and sparkled, her face was pure and almost perfect. As the two braced theirselves in the ready saber stance, they stared into each other's eyes and smiled before attacking at the same time.

Darklighter was the first to strike below, but it was blocked, and Taliara swung the saber back at him. He gained control and lunged, as she flipped backwards out of the way. This fight carried on for much a time, before it was suddenly ended. Darklighter swung forward and in the blink of an eye she flipped around and struck him on the back.

"You're dead" she said out of breath, and Darklighter turned around, the look on his face stern. As she smiled at him, they both broke out into laughter. They night was calm now and the Sun had long since disappeared. They walked together amonst the trees surrounding the grounds. They were only a foot apart, and Taliara looked up into the sky.

"It's so beautiful" her voice was soft and gentle "I wish I could just travel all over the galaxy, just searching every planet...it would be wonderful."

"But you can't" Darklighter's voice came in response. "Our place is here. Though someday you will...and I'll be there with you." On that she stopped and looked wondering into his eyes. She spoke softly but clearly too him, as if they were the only two people in the whole world.

"You know, I was so scared when I first came here. So scared of what would happen to me, whether I would make it. You've always been here for me. I know a Jedi is sworn to act in the right manner...but I don't know what I feel. I just don't want the feeling to go away." There was silence all of a sudden...the moment seemed to last forever. "As long as you are here I feel so safe."

"You mean the world to me, and more" Darklighter spoke through his heart. This was almost involuntary, he could not hide his feelings. She smiled at him, and kissed him gently on the cheek. With that she walked away, and looked back as she turned into the dorms. With a smile she disappeared. He could feel it so easily now. The love inside him grew for her. It had been so long, and neither of them had ever said anything. Darklighter felt so happy, like he was the luckiest man in the galaxy.

Suddenly he heard a scream from inside the dorms. Without warning he ran towards them, his lightsaber now drawn from his belt. It now came from towards the hanger bay and as he emerged in the open, he could see a shuttle leaving from the ground. A caped figure stood with on the shuttle ramp as it was about to take off. His arm was around the neck of Taliara. Darklighter ignited his saber and shouted towards him.

"Let her go now!!" he yelled.

"Help Tidus!" she screamed at him.

"Well well, look what we have here" the voice cackled. "If you find their weakness you can get anything out of them it seems. You will pay for what your father did Tidus. You will pay with the lives of others!"

"Loane...NO!!!" he screamed as Loane ignited his saber and forced it through Taliara. She fell to the ground as he climbed aboard the shuttle.

"You will pay!" his final words wer distant. As the shuttle took off, Darklighter ran to Taliara lying on the ground. Her speech was faint and stuttered.

"...Ti..dus?" she said softly. Tears began to run from his eyes.

"Yes I'm here, you're going to be fine" he said gently, but she smiled at him. She knew the truth. He looked at the wound. The blod already began to seep though her clothes.

"She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with the light of the moon, staring into his.

"I...love you..." she said in a soft whisper.

"I love you too..." but it was no use. Her eyes did not move, and her hand that cling to his arm dropped. He was too late.

The tears ran through his eyes as the truth came to him. The hate began. He could stand it no longer. He was shaking with complete anger. The ones he loved were gone. He would make them pay. He would make sure of it.

His eyes raised, and he stared at the sky, the white now red with hatred, filled with tears as he glared out under his low brow.

"I will find you" he whispered, "and you will die."

He left her body and proceeded to the hanger bay. Nothing else mattered now. He would take on the forces of Aser Loane, ad he would not fail.

That was......well, what can I say? A shiver ran down my spine, during the part with the dark figure killing the girl. That was great. But, then, I've always been a sucker for a little romance. :)

I thought I'd go for that approach...I think the romance kinda makes it a lot more tragic...thanku for your support:D

Darklighter moved himself to one of the nearest transports, and began to charge the engines.

Obi-wan woke in a cold sweat. Something was wrong. Something had happened. He reached to the force to see what was the matter. He then realized that it was Darklighter. His best pupil. Obi-wan13 Arose from his bed, and put on his robe and sandels. He walked to the lift, and took it to the ground level, then he walked to the hangar bay.

There is much anger here, pain, suffering, hatred....

Obi-wan walked into the hanger cautiously and looked at Darklighter, who was refueling a transport ship.

"What are you doing?" Obi-wan asked.

"Taliara is dead, Master." Darklighter spat out the words.

"She's dead?" Obi-wan asked, in complete confusion, yet now understanding why Darklighter was so upset. " how did she die?" He asked.

"SHe was murderd by cowards. Damned Cowards!" Darklighter said, as he began to cry, and he smashed his fist onto a fuel container.

"Calm down, young one! Your anger will solve nothing." Obi-wan said.

"Master, I can't just not do anything about it! These people need to learn how to respect life!" Darklighter said, now yelling.

"And you seeking revenge will show them the respect of life?" Obi-wan asked.

"You cannot stop me master." Darklighter said. "It must be done."

"I can stop you, young one. This shuttle is property of the academy, and you will not use it in an act of anger or revenge. You must calm yourself. Being angry about someone's death will not bring them back." Obi-wan said. "I cared for her too, but wishing for something will not make it happen. She is one with the force now, young one. Except this." Obi-wan said, putting his hand on Darklighter's shoulder.

Out of complete surprise to obi-wan, Darklighter slapped his hand off of him. Obi-wan brought a sad face upon himself, and and Darklighter's face was now one of anger. Darklighter took a quick, deep breath, and said:

"I Quit."

Obi-wan was now completely surprised by Darklighter's words.

"What?" Obi-wan asked.

"I quit. You will not hold me back. I know what I must do, and you can not stop me." Darklighter said, as the fuel gage registered full, and he disconnected the fuel line. He began to walk up the shuttle's ramp when Obi-wan ran up behind him and grabbed him.

"Listen to yourself! What you have become! Let go of your anger before it destroys you!" Obi-wan shouted over the hum of the engines.

Darklighter figited out of obi-wans arms, and turned to face him. Then, the unthinkable happened.

Darklighter held out his arm, and a bolt of lightning came sizzling from Darklighter's hand, and bolted through obi-wan13. Obi-wan shouted with pain, and fell to the ground, still being electrocuted.

"I am sorry about all of this, Obi-wan, I have no faults with you." Darklighter said, as he turned and walked to the cock-pit, and launched the shuttle.

Obi-wan stood, holding his side from the pain, and watched the shuttle fly off in disbelief.

This is pretty good. I'm getting a better feel for the characters involved now.... Nice touch Obi! :D

What I love most about you good Jedi is that you have to be so CAREFUL in all that you. It makes thing interesting to say the least.

Well I feel like posting a little about my rival, who you guys know nothing about (yet). :D As with all the stories, Obi-wan is included...

Dissectional had grown so fast, it was a wonder that Obi-wan had picked up the young one only 2 years ago. He was alredy adept with a lightsaber, and his knowledge of the force well excelled those of the other younglings. He could jump higher, run faster, and sometimes outwit his master, Dath Maximus. Obi-wan knew he would be a fine Jedi sooner than he thought.

"Well, how are we doing with saber practice, Dissectional?" Obi-wan asked the stout, dark-haired youth.
"Working on my backhand parry, Master Kenobi," he replied. Even a padawan could tell that he needed no work on his backhand parry, for it was smooth and flawless.
"Let's see how you fare in a simulated duel," Kenobi smirked.
"Y.. You mean with saber droids?!" Dissectional gawked. The honor of dueling a saber droid had not once crossed his mind.
"All I can say is, keep your mind clear and your strokes precise." And with that note, he punched a button, and a bipedal droid, armed with a red lightsaber, stepped from a unit mounted on the wall. Its saber ignited, and it stood ready to battle.

Dissectional's emerald green blade flared up with a hiss, and he leapt into action. Swinging with youthful vigor, Dissectional's blade was snapping and cracking at a blinding pace. Parry, counter, swing, duck, he was faster than anyone Obi-wan had ever seen at his age. "By the force, he's unbelievable!" Obi stood with his jaw dropped as Dissectional proceeded to knock the droid's saber from its grip and slice through it's chest at an angle. The droid fell to the floor in a shower of spark and smoke. Obi applauded loudly, a wide smile across his face.

"Well done young one." He was astonished at the display of pure perfection he saw. He was even a little intimidated, if only for a moment.

Dissectional knew he did a good job. little did he know that he would need all his saber skills, sooner than he knew...

To Be continued...

Hello there Dissectional. When I was writing the second part of my story, I originaly inteded to have your squadron as the ones coming to investigate the appearance of the Stygian Wraith. But in light of what I wrote, I didn't think you'd like that very much, so I changed it to green squadron instead. ;)

Wow Obi...thats was really brilliant. I loved my kind of fall to the darkside, that was so moving. I loved it. I'll see what will happen to me after when I get back.

And Dissectional, that was great:)

Keep up the good work guys...I will post the next part later:D

you guys think i should put my summery into story form

Why should you not be allowed? hmmm? :D I don't think anyone is going to bite you. Besides, If I did one I suppose anyone can....

Originally posted by Darth Slayne
Why should you not be allowed? hmmm? :D I don't think anyone is going to bite you. Besides, If I did one I suppose anyone can....
i dident say will you allow me i said would it be a good idea

heh the stories are superb, especially Darklighter's. I'll be posting an addition to my story soon, but i have writers block at the moment. I need to sit down with a finely rolled joint and think about how my rival will come into play. stay tuned sports fans!

Uhh Dissectional, Ixnay on the ugsdray:tsk:

I don't think that you're allowed to be mentioning them, so I suggest you edit that. Plus, you shouldn't be doing them anyway, they're not exactly good for you(especially your brain):D Not trying to start a big debate here, just understand why I'm saying this.:)

HEY IS ANYONE GOING TO POST ANOTHER STORY ON THE EPII FORUM! ITS DIEING PRETTY QUICKLY!!!

*shakes head disaprovingly*

my padawan is a pot head
shame, shame

Even as a Jedi, after everything that had happened to him, it was understandable how Darklighter felt. The burning anger, the death of his loved ones inflamed his heart, only hate was in him now. He was probably the most powerful Jedi at the Academy, besides Obi-wan. The fear of these people had led him to anger. Absolute anger that burned inside him. The shuttle was entering outer space, and Darklighter slammed his hand on the control panel to accelerate.

"I'll pay, will I?!" he yelled at the top of his voice. "We'll see who'll pay this time Loane! We'll see!!" he screamed again, and jumped to hyperspace.

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Obi-wan climbed to his feet. He could not believe what had just happened. The electricity was still flowing through him, and it sparked as he moved. He was utterly bewildered.

"Tidus..." he said whispering, trying to speak to him through the force, "...what have you done?"

He raised to his feet. He would have got in a shuttle, he would have followed him and stopped him. But there was no stopping Darklighter. Obi-wan new how he felt. He had been there and saved his life and watched him suffer the torment of losing his parents. He had been like a father to him. And yet, after all the times he had helped and given him guidance, Obi-wan could not do anything. He stood, he felt so helpless.

"So be it" he said, and walked slowly back to the Academy, his head held low.

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The shuttle plunged out of hyperspace, right above the planet. It was dark, the planet in the middle of night. It was one of the main smugglers moons, only a few light years away from his home planet. The fortress of Aser Loane was a meshwork of corridors, an entaglement of large rectangular buildings, one huge tower that sprang from the middle towards the sky.

He landed just outside the entrance, and saw two guards outside talking. Without hesitation, he grabbed his saber and strode quickly towards them, his eyes fixed on them with pure rage. They saw him coming at them fast, and shouted loudly at him.

"Let's see some ID..." before he could finish, Darklighter shouted.

"Here's my ID" and landed his fists in there faces, smashing the helmets as their bodies were thrown against the wall. He didn't care anymore. Everone he cared about he had lost. He was a Jedi, a powerful Jedi with nothing to lose.

He pushed the bodies away from his path and walked through the main double doors. Suddenly, gurads appeared from all sides of the long corridor.

"Hey!" shouted the first. Darklighter rounded a well aimed kicked to his head, and he went hurtling towards the other side of the walkway. He ignited his saber now and spun around to cut the next at the torso. He turned backwards and stabbed the next trooper in the stomach, and flipped back around to kick him out of the way. The last began to run off. Darklighter stopped, an evil grin was on his face and he laughed. He pulled the trooper back towrds him with the force, and as he got close enough, puched him in the back as the trooper flew through the wall at the other end. He tried to get to his feet, his leg twisted and bent. But Darklighter was there first. He grabbed him by the neck and lifted him high in the air.

"Where is he?!" he screamed at the trooper in a low foreboding voice.

"Who?...I don't know..." he choked as Darklighter narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip.

"Loane...where is he?" he questioned again.

"At...the top...of the tower...arrgghh" he screeched and Darklighter threw his limp body to the ground. He proceeded through the passages eliminating troopers as he went. He was unstoppable. The hate fuelled his power, and it was getting stronger. He finally reached the elevator room, the lift passage sprang right up in the centre. The sentries fired at him. Darklighter flipped over them in the blink of an eye and sliced them with his saber. He entered the elevator and continued up.

Suddenly, he heard somethig. A familiar voice in the back of his mind. He knew who it was.

"...what have you done?" came the voice. He answered quickly through the force.

"I have to" he said, "Please understand." As it ended, the doors swong open. A figure stood, troopers on either side, facing out the opposite, large circular window. He could not see him, but Loane knew Darklighter was there. He turned around to face him. The two guards immediately ran towards him firing. Darklighter blocked both shots, as they went hurtling back into their helmets. He stood now staring at an infinitely surpirised and worried Aser Loane.

"Darklighter..." he said bewildered. He nodded and began walking towards him.

"You killed my mother...you killed my father...you killed my one love...now you will pay!" On that word a projectile of lightening sprang from Loane's hand. What happened was astonishing. Darklighter's hand came out to meet it, and the lightning was absorbed. Loane kept firing, and Darklighter absorbed the energy. As Loane fell to the ground, Darklighter held out his hand and fired the lightning back, his body electrocuted and flung against the window. Darklighter walked towards him.

"No!...no please!" he begged for mercy. Without adhering Darklighter picked him up above his head by the neck.

"Give me a reason not to kill you!" he screamed and through Loane back towards the elevator. He now stood up, ignited his saber, and charged and Darklighter. He jumped up above his head and landed his saber in Loane's back as he stumbled forward, yelling in agony, the blood leaking through his torn clothes.

"Aaarrgghhh!!" he screamed. And raised to his feet and turned to face Darklighter. His eyes were fixated on him, the anger swelling.

"Please..." he begged again, "...you can't do it. It is not who you are."

"You're right" he said menacingly, "I'm not like you. I kill when I have to. And your life deserves to be taken.

"Nooo!" he ran at Darklighter, his saber held high. Darklighter ran to meet his strikes, clocking every shot. Darklighter now pushed him back with his attack. As he was off guard, Darklighter dismembered his arm, the limb tore from his body. Loane stumbled backwards and crashed through the window. He yelled as his body fell from the top of the tower, and Darklighter watched his body hit the ground at the bottom. He had done what he came to do. It was over.

But Darklighter did not feel happy. He felt that of sorrow. All the anger had been for nothing. Obi-wan was right. He felt empty. It had solved nothing. He sunk to the floor and cried.

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He sat for a while, just thinking about his life. About what was left for him. The Academy had been his home for so long. There was still one person who cared for him. It was the only thing to do.

The shuttle dropped out of hyperspace above the Academy's planet. He landed it a few miles away from the Academy, and walked back, his head held low.

"What will I do now?" he asked himself. He had felt so much hate it was now unbearable to think of it.

As he entered the grounds, he glimpsed a robed figure standing next to the lake, peering across the still, clam waters. He approached him from behind slowly.

"Welcome back, my young padawan" his vioce was gentle, almost a whisper.

"I am sorry...I am sorry for what I did. I..." Obi-wan cut him off.

"Do not be" he said and turned round to face him. He stared into his eyes. Darklighter was surprised with his lack of anger, but it was quickly explained. "I felt it. I knew what you had gone through. I knew you had to do it to rid yourself of the hate. And you returned too." Darklighter raised his head and looked at him. Obi-wan smiled.

"Well, we have much to do my young apprentice" as he said that Obi-wan strode off towards the Academy building. Darklighter smiled as he did. He really was home again.




Here by ends my little adventure. But I guess I will be in the story of Divine's turn to the dark side, so it won't be the last of me:)Hope you liked it.

Darky, buddy, that ruled!

It was a calm day, months after the incident that almost turned Darklighter to the dark side.

Obi-wan and Darklighter had become the best of freinds again, and things where back to normal.

Obi-wan was sitting at his desk, filing all of the paper work, and looking over the new freshman list.

"Pada-wan" Obi-wan read. "That sounds interesting." Obi-wan said to himself. "I look forward to meeting this fellow." Obi-wan said again, but suddenly hushed once he realized he was talking to himself.

He put down the files, and went outside.

There was something soothing about the huge lake they had at the academy, and it was Obi-wan's favorite place to meditate. He went to his small boat and paddled to the center, and it was quite. He sat by himself, and closed his eyes. He was now in complete meditation now, and couldn't be disturbed. Or so he thought.

Moments later, a huge Domirian Whale came up beside the boat and huffed water onto obi-wan, and made a humming noise.

Obi-wan, shocked, stood and looked at the whale.

"What the blazes?" Obi-wan said, talking to the whale.

"How did you get here?" He asked the whale, but of course, did not expect an answer other then a hum. Obi-wan now rememberd that Darklighter had mentioned earlier about getting a pet, and maybe this was it.The whale then blew more water onto obi-wan.

The whale made a screeching noise, like it was laughing at him.

Obi-wan smiled, and reached out, and rubbed the whale on the head.

The whale then dove back into the water.

Obi-wan rolled the boat back onto shore, and went to change cloths. The students looked at him and laughed at the site of his wetcloths, and obi-wan gave a mock-laugh back.

He changed his cloths, and went to the cafeteria, where darklighter was sitting. He sat down beside his freind, for now he had to talk about the whale.

"We have to talk about your whale." Obi-wan said.

Darklighter gave a quick chuckle. "You like my new freind?" Darklighter said with another chuckle.

"I like him just fine when he doesn't think he is a sprinkler." Obi-wan said, then they both laughed.

Darklighter sipped his tea.

"YOu going to watch the games?" Darklighter asked obi-wan.

"Of course.I wouldn't miss it for the world. You are going to have a difficult time against Divine Spirit. He has become quite the swordsman." Obi-wan said.

"Oh yes I know, but it will be a challenge none the less."Darklighter replied, and finished his tea.

Obi, that was hilarious:lol:Wow!:D

Looks like you've left it at a bit of a cliffhanger, huh? Me and Divine are gonna duel again...should be good:)

btw, just to let you know, Divine will be back tomorrow on the 5th Aug.

mmk, i think i got all the ideas together for another short story. It's about the same as all of yours, a fellow student becomes my rival, we fight, blah blah yackety yackety.

Dissectional was walking through the gardens one day, just BSing with his master, Dath Maximus. it was a fine sunny day, and Darklighter's whale hummed and spouted water high in the air out on the lake.
"... yeah, those were the good old days. Thrashing 6 bounty hunters single-handedly was quite a feat, if not near impossible." Dissectional loved to bring up old tales of their exploits.
"Well, you had 4 ganging up on you, and you took them out without even igniting your saber." Maximus couldn't believe how his padawan had grown. only 6 years Dissectional had been at the academy, and he was nearly as powerful as the likes of Darklighter and Whitedragon. He would be a jedi soon enough.

On his way back from lunch, a student, Tyrac Tulus, bumped into him in the hallway. "What the hell you think you're doing, Krayt dung?" He snarled with a cocky attitude. "Sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going. My apologies." Dissectional tried to play nice, though he did not like the look of this fellow one bit. Tulus barked, "You want to apologize, then lick my boot!" After that comment, several students stopped to gaze at the brewing fight. "Lick your boot?! Who the hell do you think you are?" Dissectional did not tolerate such direct insults. "I'm Tyrac Tulus, and I qualified in the top 10 for the saber tournament!" This one was a piece of work, and Dissectional knew it. He stepped up and whispered into his ear, "Who do you think qualified at number one?" then he stepped back with a smile on his face. "Dissectional? Well you look like a puss to me. On guard!" with that, Tulus' purple blade flared up and Dissectional's green one met it. Tulus lashed out at Dissectional, only to be parried and blocked. "look at you! you're leaving yourself open after almost every shot. Your style is alright, but your technique needs a bit of work." and with that, he knocked Tulus' saber out of his hand and killed his own blade, clipping it back onto his belt. "Well, have a nice day!" Dissectional quipped as he strolled off, leaving Tulus dumbfounded.

To be continued...

ok ive decided to put my summery into story form so bare with me:D

it was a very cold day, it was always cold on tranquis but to day was extreamly cold and to make it even worse their was a blizzard. ian redhammer was about 7 or so and he was out getting food, his father was dead and his mother was sick so he had to do about everything. the snow was so thick that you could bairly see anything in front of you but he still walked on towards the town. it seemed like hours when he left his house but it was only afew minuts. he kept sinking in the snow like it was almost quicksand and dident even notice when his foot went straight through the snow and he fell into a room. ian looked up and saw only darkness. he lit a glow stick and sawthat the room was filled with books and tabels and boxes full of tools. some urge made him open a book and read it. he dident understand why or how but he could read the symbols on the pages the book was called "history of the jedi" and he started to read. he read and read through book after book untill the blizzard stoped. he looked through the hole in the roof sunlight was shineing and he had to get the food back to his mother. he quickly went to town and came back to his house. his mother was lieing on her bed and she even looked pailer than when he left her, ian knew in his heart that she would die soon. "ian" she said "yes mom im here" "thank goodness, i thought you were caught in that blizzard." "no im ok mom, you just get some rest" ian said with tears in his eyes.

a few mounths after that ians mother died in her sleep. ian had no family, no friends, no nothing he was completely and utterly alone. dragon kept going back to the room with the books and read and re read them for years. when he was 14 he constructed a dual lightsaber, after studying each saber style he like this one the best. he trained and trained and even discovered he had the power called the force. when he was 16 he went to the town to find a job and found one as a speeder machanic. he also met a woman name elly and they got married when he was 21 and had a son when he was 23 but all his happyness would soon change.

ian was in the middle of shoping with his wife when the heard some people yelling to "make way for lord dark angel" he looked through the street to find a large band of people with blasters encircleing a man with black clothes and something hanging on his belt that looked like a lightsaber. another man who looked to be about ians age was next to him and he also carried a lightsaber. one of the gards went over to him "get out of the street" "what is the meaning of this" ian yelled. "your new master is comeing through town so i suggest you get out of the street. ian backed away and his wife went up to him "whats going on ian" "ill soon find out"

the next few weeks were like a living hell. dark angel and his son shadow angel were taxing the entire planet into extinction and those who did not pay the taxes were killed on site. ian trained harder than ever on those weeks.one day as ian was rideing to work on his swoop he found the whole town destroyed, they had tryed to rise agenct dark angel but his forces were too great. dragon saw to his horror that not one was left alive not even the childern. anger swelled un inside of him and he knew what he must do.

dark angel was inside his castel in his thrown room alone. he had sent shadow angel to supervise the tax collecting. he started to hear blaster fire and alot of yelling. as the noises grew nearer he ignited his curved handel lightsaber and waited. a man with long hair a leather jacket and a dual lightsaber burst into the room. "DARK ANGEL" the man yelld. "your raign over this planet ends today" he ran at dark angel with rage in his heart. dark angel was supprised how skilled he was. they fought for houres both seemed to never tire. they got into a saber lock and pushed all their strength agenct eachother. "tell me what is your name" dark angel said. "my name is IAN REDHAMMER" ian then ducked and broke the saber lock and then stabbd dark angel through the stomach. ian walked out of the room without even looking to see his enemy fall on the ground.

shadow angel came back to the castel a few minuts after ian had left and saw that it looked like a slaughter house. he ran into the thrown room and saw his father dieing on the floor. he ran over and tryed to heal him with the force. his father grabed his arm "dont even try i am dieing" "no you cant die father" "the only thing you can do now is rule in my place" "who did this to you father" "his name was i-ian re-redhammer" dark angel died and his son let out a below of rage.

shadow angel found out who it was and now found out where he was. he alone walked into ian redhammers house. he heard a woman singing and saw her over a babys crib. she turned around abruptly when she heard shadow angel come in. "your husband...where is he." "who are you" shadow angel slaped the woman accross the face. "you answer questions you dont ask them" "he off on getting some supplys" "where" "i wont tell you" he slaped her again and the baby started crying "my patchience growns thin" "leave us alone" "fine then i will not troubel you any more" shadow angel ignited his light saber and ran elly through with it. he walked over to the crib and looked down on the child. he put his fingers very gently around the babys neck and then very slowly began to squeese.

ian came home and found that his house was on fire he got closer and found two bodys on the ground. his wife and his child. he was horrorfied and collapsed to his knees he picked up his wife and started to weep bitterly he looked at his house two words were writen in the stone "shadow angel." darkside energy swirled around him and he let out a below of rage so loud that the ground beneath him seemed to shake.

after afew days a ship landed a few clicks away from ians house a hooded man walked out and walked to ians house. when he got there he saw ian looking at two graves. "hello" the man said. ian said nothing "my name is obi-wan13" "if your looking for directions look somewhere else" "i am a jedi" ian looked at the man "what is it that you want" "i felt a desterbance in the force and i felt it here." "ill ask one more time what do you want" "for you to come with me. i know what has happened here and i want to help you. come with me to the jedi acadamy we can help you" "i need no help jedi" ian started to walk inside "you are going down a very dangerous path ian redhammer if you keep like this the darkside will consume you" the darkside, ian had heard of that and of those who wealded its power he did not want to end up like them. ian turned around "jedi if what you say is true then i shall come with you, if you help me battle the darkside then i shall become part of your acadamy" he knew this man spoke the truth he could sense it. obi-wan came forward and shook ians hand.

and the rest is history:D
what do you think

Well here's the last bit of my story.
Sorry Reb, didn't realise that you answered my PM. No pop up thingy. Anyway, without further adue...

The jet-black angular craft shot through space like a poisoned dart intent upon its target. To an innocent onlooker it would have seemed as though the mysterious vessel exuded an air of urgency, and a sense of foreboding that spoke of death to any foolish enough to hinder its course. But here in this remote part of space there were no innocent onlookers. For no one in their right mind would have stayed within the shadow of the hulking Star destroyer that loomed menacingly nearby. Yet the pilot of this strange ship did not fear such things, as he headed directly for the huge warship. He had come far in search of such a vessel, and now his search was over.
“Stygian Wraith to Star destroyer Renegade.” Darth Slayne casually spoke into the receiver. “Requesting clearance to land, respond please.”
There was a long pause and Slayne watched the data readout on one of the small screens before him. Various diagrams and technical information flashed across the screen as the Stygian Wraith's scanning equipment virtually pulled the Star destroyer to pieces, inspecting every minute detail down to the smallest weld. One particular piece of data caught his eye and Slayne smiled at how predictable imperial forces could be. Sure enough, the destroyer was preparing to launch a group of Tie fighters. He knew he could take them out easily if he wanted, but that was not his purpose here.
“Stygian Wraith.” An arrogant voice replied. “You will not deviate from your current coarse. Decrease your approach speed by point five and await fighter escort. Failure to do so will result in your immediate destruction. Do I make myself clear?”
“Message received.” Slayne spoke with undisguised contempt. “Stygian out!”
A smirk grew on Darth Slayne's lips as he contemplated the ignorance of the man's tone. He knew full well that the officer would not have spoken so had he known to whom he was speaking. He would teach this man fear should he speak in such a tone again. The Sith lord reached forward and adjusted the ships scanning frequency, tightening the focus upon the Star destroyer's bridge and its security systems. Long strings of data immediately rolled down the screen as his ships computer discretely sliced through the encryption codes protecting the destroyers surveillance systems. It didn't take long for an image to appear on a separate monitor depicting the officer in question. Again, Slayne smiled. He was proud of his ship's capabilities. Though the Stygian Wraith was armed with a formidable weapons array, she was not built so much for battle, as she was for stealth and speed. Her sole purpose was to gather information; a veritable surveillance platform using only the most sophisticated tracking and espionage equipment available. Not much escaped the attention of the Wraith's systems.
As the newly launched Tie's rapidly advanced, the Sith lord watched with amused interest the conversation that took place on the bridge of the Star destroyer.
“I don't like this one bit.” The commander said to some other officer. “There's something suspicious about that ship.”
“Do you think we should alert Lord Malice?” The other man asked, trying not to look frightened.
“No.” The commander answered reluctantly. “It's probably some mercenary scum trying to sell information again.” As if a sudden idea occurred to him, the commander turned once more to the communications console.
“Stygian Wraith.” The commander demanded, his voice even more arrogant. “State your Identity and intentions immediately. That isn't a request!”
They never learn, Slayne found himself thinking. He closed his eyes and reached out with the force, projecting his will toward the bridge of the large ship. He found his target easily and began constricting the arrogant fool's airway. The sound of the man's desperate gasping came through his ships speakers as the Sith Lord reached down and reopened the comm channel. “Such things are of no concern to you Admiral.” Slayne said in a tone that meant certain doom. Even as he tightened his grip around the unfortunate officers neck, he could feel the probing touch of another Lord of the Sith.
“That will be enough Lord Slayne…” The voice spoke in his mind. “Proceed to the main hangar…I will await your arrival…”
Darth Slayne released his grip on the officer and proceeded toward the increasing mass of the imperial star ship. As the six Tie's fell into formation around him, the Admiral's voice once more sounded through the speaker: “Permission to land granted, Stygian Wraith.” This time the voice was not so sure of itself…

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Darth Malice sat upon the mat in his customary cross-legged fashion and meditated. The demons inside him had surfaced yet again, like they always had; and likely always would. A part of him still couldn't come to grips with what he had done; he had tuned his back on the very ones who saw him as a friend. Or had they? No, he didn't belong there because the dark side was too strong in him. But did he truly belong here? Did Obi Wan, the man who took him in when no other would, mean so little to him that he would even now hunt him and his fellow Jedi down? He began to wonder just what he had become. It seemed he had been doing that a lot as of late. He was half human, half Zabrak, and yet he was neither. So what was he? A monster more like…
A signal from the door to his private chambers snapped him from his reverie. Composing himself, Darth Malice rose to his feet and faced the door. “Enter.” He said quite simply.
The door slid open to reveal a pale looking officer. “My Lord Malice,” the man stank of nervousness, “your guest is here as you have commanded.”
“Bring him in Captain.” Malice replied.
The officer stood aside to reveal a tall black robed figure flanked on either side by a pair of clone troopers. Without further prompting the hooded man stepped silently into the room and waited. Darth Malice regarded this mysterious stranger for a brief moment, noting the fact that he was just a little too light on his feet. A man of stealth, he mused. “That will be all Captain.” Malice commanded. “You may leave us.” The officer looked visibly relieved as he left the room along with the white clad troopers. Only when the door had closed did he return his attention to the robed figure before him.
“What is it that you seek, Slayne?” The question was simple. He saw no need to be elaborate or imposing. And he already knew what the answer would be.
“I have received a summons from your master.” The man stated, reaching up to pull the hood back. Piercing red-yellow eyes regarded Malice as long strands of blonde hair tumbled free of the hoods restraint, framing a face that was thin and pale of complexion. “I seek to join the new order of the Sith.”
“If it's an apprenticeship you're after,” Malice stated, “you should seek out Master Devine. Why waste my time?” There was something about this strange man, but he couldn't quite pin it down.
“I am here because I am not aware of the location of the Master's academy.” Slayne replied. “I have been….out of touch for a while.”
There, Malice mused. There was something about his background. But what? The half Zabrak studied the stranger for a brief moment. He sought an apprenticeship, yet he seemed more capable than he was letting on. He had already witnessed Slayne's abilities with the force. No aspiring apprentice could have reached out and choked a man from such a long distance. That required training and discipline. “If that's all you seek, then I shall give you the coordinates, and you can be on your way.”
“I thank you, Lord Malice.” Slayne replied with a respectful bow. “There is one other thing.”
“And what would that be?”
“I have come across a large number of Jedi hiding on a remote forest planet not too far from here.” Darth Slayne reported. “I have already taken the liberty of transferring the coordinates to your ships logs.”
“How long ago was this?” Malice enquired. This man proved full of surprises.
“One standard day ago. But they were alerted to my presence, and may even now be evacuating. I suggest that you move against them now before it is too late.”
“This is welcome news Lord Slayne.” Malice said with an air of victory. “You will be a great asset to the Emperor. A great asset indeed.”
“Thank you Lord Malice.” Slayne responded. “Now If you will excuse me, I am eager to start my apprenticeship, and wish to continue my journey with great haste.”
“Very well then, I will give you the coordinates now.” Darth Malice turned to retrieve a nearby data pad. He suddenly paused before inputting the required digits. Something held him rigid for just a fraction of a second. But it was more than enough time for the vision to manifest itself…
“I loved you…” Was all she could say before the light of life vanished forever from her eyes…
Lord Malice shook the vision off with a shudder, paused again, and entered the coordinates into the data pad. Slayne sensed something amiss, Malice could feel it, but he dared not show it. He handed the data pad over.
Darth Slayne bowed in gratitude and moved silently for the door.
“One last thing Lord Slayne.” Malice stated with a hint of admonishment. “Please restrict your surveillance scans to vessels deemed suspicious to our course.”
“As you wish Lord Malice.” He answered with more than a litle injured pride in his tone. “I have some advice for you as well, my Lord.”
Malice looked sharply at the new Sith Lord, and knew he would speak his mind regardless. “Go ahead.” He stated with cold suspicion.
“Hide well your compassion, for it may prove to be the end of you.”
A flash of anger shot through Darth Malice at these words and he stared into the red-yellow eyes of this strange man. But what he found was not hate or spite, it was something else. Only when Darth Slayne had left did he realise what it was. Understanding of the torment he was going through, with a hint of genuine concern.
For some time he pondered the implications of this revelation. Had he found a kindred spirit? Or was this just a warning of some possible disaster destined to occur? Then he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and he spun to face the presence that had invaded the sanctuary of his modest chamber, his hand reaching for his saber. But what stood before him could not be effected by any mortal weapon. All he could do was stare in stunned disbelief.
She was beautiful, this spirit that now regarded him with both pity and forgiveness in her eyes. But there were tears as well, a sense of loss that somehow stretched across countless years. She was Twi'lek, much like his own beloved.
“It is too late for my beloved.” The green skinned spirit said in a soft voice full of regret. “His true self died long ago.”
“I don't understand.” Malice murmured. “What has this got to do with me?”
“Your true self yet lives.” Already she was beginning to fade. “I implore you! Don't let the fate of my love become yours…she needs you too much…”
And then she was gone.
Lord Malice stood a long time in silence with only the sound of his own heartbeat for company. He felt more alone now than he had ever felt before. He suddenly needed to relax, and he turned to face the mat he always sat upon when meditating. Then he stopped, and found that he couldn't. He dared not! He could not face the blue skinned face of his own torment. But he knew he could not avoid it forever. She would be waiting for him, like she always did, and he did not want her to see what he had become; or what he may yet become. Did not want her to see that even now he had to strike against the hidden Jedi. His former friends. If he did not act, Master Devine would surely know of it when Slayne arrived at the academy.
His options on the matter were fast closing. He had to act. Yes, he would give them two more days. If they were not gone by then, he would have no choice but to destroy them…
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The Stygian Wraith touched down at the Sith academy two days after Lord Malice had failed to locate and destroy the defeated Jedi. In the days that followed, Darth Slayne was rigorously tested by the Dark Emperor himself.
“You have great potential my young apprentice,” Devine said with tone that spoke volumes of his own power, “and you have learned much in all your years. The Jedi will be no match for one of your experience.”
“I am grateful that I please you Master.” Darth Slayne said with the utmost respect. Devine was indeed worthy of his service. And he would serve him unfalteringly.
“However,” The Dark Emperor added. “I will appoint you a master that you will obey as though his authority were my own. In this way you will prove your loyalty to me.”
“Yes my master.” Slayne said with a little disappointment evident in his tone.
“Patience my apprentice.” Devine said, picking Slaynes thoughts easily from his mind. “In time you will in turn have your own apprentice. And you will train him in the ways of the Ancient order. Then he in turn will do likewise. You will be a great asset to us. A great asset indeed. I have foreseen it.”
“Yes my master.” Slayne said with a lot more enthusiasm.
And for no apparent reason at all, the Emperor began cackling with evil mirth at something only he saw as humorous…

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There, all done. What did you think?

That was great man. Captured my character pretty much perfectly, so there's no need of changing it. As for Malice's tale, I'll post his beginning's here soon. But right now, I'm going to be posting in the Episode II thread, with a totally new story. There may even be a blue skinned Twi'lek in there somewhere...;)

Can't wait. :) I'm just gaoing to wait around for Devine to come back before doing anything else. Don't want to get too carried away. Thanks for the support.

well fine people i must say the stories have gotten better but i need to say bye for the time being. i have to go back to school now starting with band camp so i shall be making less appearences from now untill i can get on the pc.

so peace out.

I'm working on part 3 of my story, kinda putting the pieces together, so stay tuned for another exciting episode of Dissectional's backstory.

so what do you guys think of my story :)

That was pretty cool Whitedragon! :) Baby killers......(shudder). Keep up the good work!

Originally posted by Darth Slayne
That was pretty cool Whitedragon! :) Baby killers......(shudder). Keep up the good work!
thanks alot :D

This thread is falling behind guys:(

I will post my story a little later maybe, but I'd like to keep this going for a little bit longer, to give evryone a chance to write about their character's history.

I'm kinda wanting Divine to get back so he can write the next part of our story: The Jedi Games. I think its basically just lightsaber duel competition, but I'm not sure exactly:)I'll let whoever carries on with it to think of it.

- Divine...if you want to know whats happening, just skip back and read the last few posts from me and obi-wan.

Yeah, i included the jedi games in my story. thats where all the stuff between my rival and I is going to unfold. i figure i'll write the last piece of my story, which will be the longest. as always, stay tumed saber ass whoopin fans!

C'mon guy's Darklighter has a point, this thred is falling behind.

I'm not planning on adding anything else here, unless things get bad enough for this thread. I'll be concentrating more on the main battle thread for now.

C'mon guy's, don't be shy.....:)

Come on guys, this is on page 3! I'll write a little more tomorrow...in the mean time can we keep it in the Swamp please?:)

Eh....*giggle* A shameless bump on my behalf to raise this thread from the ashes. lol. :bounc5:

Surely there is somebody out there who has yet to put in a character backgound story? Anyone? Hmmmmmm? :(

C'mon! This was on page 6 for crying out loud. :(

ok ill put my last one

it had been 6 months sence ians family died and the hurt was still with him, it isent exactly something you get over with quickly when your wife and child were murdered by someone youve never met. dragon had started teaching lightsaber tacktics and found with surprise that he was the only real lightsaber trainer. obi-wan, darklighter and devine spirit had taken ian in as if he were their own brother, and in a sence he was. ian decided to change his name to white dragon, it was his nick name, because the name ian redhammer brought back so many bad memorys. dragon finnaly felt at peace when h was at the acadamy, something that was rare in his life.

dragon had been searching in his free time for the demon named shadow angel and devine spirit helped him alot, devine was a very powerful jedi and there was something about him that dident feel quite right but dragon always dismissed it. one day they were looking and devine found something. "if what you said was correct i beleve his ship is headed for coruscant" said devine "coruscant, ive never been there, whats it like," devine thought dragon had brain damage but then remembered that dragon was from a backwater planet. "well its....big" devine said.

when dragon got to coruscant he thought he mite faint. he had never seen so many buildings or people, not even in books, even if devine had given him a full map, a lecture, pictures, and every single fact about the planet it still wouldent have prepaired him for it. he tryed to keep his mind focused and use the force to sooth him. after hours of useing data banks and asking in local bars he found out where shadow angel was.

the building that dragon came to was at least 200 storys tall. he walked in and found no people, no furniture, no nothing. dragon was on his guard as he walked through the empty room. the door in front of him suddenly opened and a man with blue hair and a trench coat came in. "follow me"

dragon knew who this was and knew why he had killed his family...because dragon killed angels family first. angel led dragon to a large circlular platform out side on the top floor. "we are both here for revenge, yes" angel said. dragon was silent. "well then lets get started" without warning angel tookout his saber and charged. dragon started only blocking at first because he knew that revenge was the way of the dark side. they got into saber lock and shadow angel started talking. "why dont you attack redhammer arent yo angry that i killed your family....you should have seen you wifes face when i stabed her, i knew she wanted to cry out for you but i stoped her ability to talk...and of your child well i took it slow so that it would stop that annoying crying." dragons rage exploded and he began attacking in an insain bunch of sweeps from his saber. they both jumped backwards. "do you know how your father died" dragon said "he died a slow death, a death of a coward, if i had delayed my final blow he would have beged me to let him live, you father was a COWARD" both of them ran and clashed to gether so hard they both fell backwards. they were about to get up again but a clocked figure came into view "enough" he said "what do you want old man" angel said. a blue light came from the mans hand and hit them both and they both fell down uncounsious.

dragon woke up next to his ship and had a spliting headache. he decided that he would come back when he had more strength. and tell obi-wan what had happened. but some day dragon would see angel again and he would make it their final meeting.

dragon got back to the jedi acadamy and rested for a day. when he got up he decided to roam th acadamy grounds. he saw obi-wan in the cortyard. "good morning" dragon said. "oh good morning dident see you." they both stood for a moment and looked at the acadamy grounds. "nice morning for a moch duel" obi-wan said. dragon thought his mouth would fall off he was grining so much. "my thoughts exactly" they both headed off towards the dueling room and dragon thought that he was finnally some place that felt like home



what do you think :D

Wow this thread brings back memories eh?...it seems so long ago we did this, but nevertheless this thread will be resurrected once again...

...I am working on compiling the stories, and even though this is such an old thread I'd like to finish off what we started...so in the next few days I will be finding time to finish my story, and others can do the same if the so wish...

This is also a good opportunity for all the new-ish guys to check out all the Academy member's writing talents:Dlol...

Stand by...it is not over yet:)

First of all, I would like to complimemt the story! Its a great story and well written! I really like the energy that you put into it!

Now for the more serious part! Whats this Acadamy Wars? Could any1 fill me in?

Well, I dont hope that this has cost to much trouble, but a wise man once told me.....No question is ever stupid ~ Darth Groovy *Looks at Darth Groovy*

Well, thx in advance!!

-Clemme

It's no stupid questions:)no worries, it's my fault I should have explained...

Basically, a few months back obi-wan13 set up the LucasForums Jedi Academy (and what a brilliant Academy it is:D) it's main purpose was for teachers (ppl with over 1000 posts) to take on padawans who needed guidance in the way of using LucasForums (i.e. not spamming, flaming, etc.)

Well, as we built up more of a following, we decided it would be fun to begin a story thread, using our usernames as character names in the story...and thus, the Academy Wars was born. The main plot was about the rivalry between obi-wan's and Divine Spirit's opposing Academies, and how the story of the battle ensued...good stuff I'll say lol, it was a lot of fun...

But after a while the hype died down a little...the summer was over, ppl started going back to school, and the story was left a little unfinished...well, Episode was unfinished, but it only needed a good ending...Groovy and Reb were working on it I think...this thread contains all the character's backstories, and how they came to teh Academy...

If enough ppl are still interested, it would be cool to get the story to Episode 3:)

:crybaby: my story still wasent finished and i wasent supposed to stay on the darkside

yeeeahh.... ok.... well i fight using the lightside, and I win with it. so yeah

Well it depends if I'm in the academy. I'm gonna start working on the map shortly almost done with them tutorials.

Originally posted by GreenPanther
Well it depends if I'm in the academy. I'm gonna start working on the map shortly almost done with them tutorials.

ALRIGHT GO GREEN PANTHER!!!!!:D