Untitled Star Wars Scene-Shot 3: Part 2

Author's Note:

     This is a very rough series of scene-shots. I apologize in advance to any hard-core Star Wars fans who may read it and find canonical and technical errors and misconceptions in it (especially regarding the Jedi and the Force). I am a big  fan of Star Wars, but have not been able to express that love for some time (a long story that does not have a place here) and this has led to a lack of knowledge about much outside of the movies. As with most of my scene-shots it is mostly un-edited, nor did I do any research for it. In light of that, please forgive the lack of planet names and other species. I simply wrote what came to me based on what I already know. Also, it is not intended to have any relation or bearing to the current or previous cannon. It simply occurs in the same GFFA. Thank you for your understanding, and may the Force be with you.

     I do not own the rights to the Star Wars elements used in this scene-shot. I also do not make any profit from this story. This is for personal enjoyment only.
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    She fought; trusting the Force to be her eyes and direct her movements. It was a strange experience. She had only given over so much control during meditation, never in battle. She had to trust that she was not cutting down ally as well as foe. As she felt the Force flowing through her, she reflected on how things had come to this.

    Originally sent to oversee negotiations, she had her master had been forced to abandon neutrality and choose a side. Once the negotiations had reached the breaking point, the decision had not been hard. She had personally borne witness to some of the horrors that would only multiply if they lost this fight.

    The following months had been hard, and the recent loss of her master, as well as her eyesight, even if temporarily, had not made it easier. She could fell the Dark Side calling to her, calling for her to give in to the fear and anger that had been building insider her for months- anger against the horrors that had been committed against innocents and over the death of her master and fear of what would come should her efforts and the efforts of her allies be in vain. She also feared her own inexperience and short-comings. She was a padawan, full of potential, but also self-doubt.

    She resisted the call, pulling strength from the Light and the knowledge that their cause was just. She could not give in. Even if they won the war, she would have lost. Their message had gotten through and help was coming, she could feel it. She could fight until it arrived.

    She felt a change come over her. All of a sudden, her body was her own. Subtly, yet almost instantly, the Force had released its hold on her. Sound reached her ears, so any sounds. Over them she could hear a man speaking. The man’s presence felt familiar, but her mind was too exhausted to explain why.

    “….you can stop…..it’s over….you did it….”

    Her arms felt heavy, and her had decided to quit working. As she felt a soft darkness enveloped her, the words “it’s over….you did it….” echoed in her mind. They had won.

Untitled Star Wars Scene-Shot 3: Part 1

Author's Note:

     This is a very rough series of scene-shots. I apologize in advance to any hard-core Star Wars fans who may read it and find canonical and technical errors and misconceptions in it (especially regarding the Jedi and the Force). I am a big  fan of Star Wars, but have not been able to express that love for some time (a long story that does not have a place here) and this has led to a lack of knowledge about much outside of the movies. As with most of my scene-shots it is mostly un-edited, nor did I do any research for it. In light of that, please forgive the lack of planet names and other species. I simply wrote what came to me based on what I already know. Also, it is not intended to have any relation or bearing to the current or previous cannon. It simply occurs in the same GFFA. Thank you for your understanding, and may the Force be with you.

     I do not own the rights to the Star Wars elements used in this scene-shot. I also do not make any profit from this story. This is for personal enjoyment only.
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     He stared at the army below him, the weight of hopelessness pressing on his spirit. Victory was essential, but impossible. There was no way so few could defeat so many.

     He didn't turn as two people approached and stood beside him, one on each side. The one on his right, a man just starting middle age with a face deeply etched with fear and worry spoke first.

     "What do we do?" he asked. "We never got confirmation our message got through."

     He didn't answer. The figure on his left did, and her answer surprising him.

     "We fight."

     Both of them turned to look at her. She did not look at them, but simply stared with bandaged covered eyes at the scene before them. The young girl was a Jedi. Well, more accurately, a Jedi Padawan, young and inexperienced, but still the best fighter they had and usually a voice of reason beyond her years.

     She had aged since her and her master had first arrived. The past few months had been a whirlwind of blood and battle, the result of semi-peaceful negotiations degrading into outright war. On top of that, her master had been killed in an attack on their previous base, several days before, and she had been temporarily blinded. However, as she stood beside him, he had no doubt she knew exactly what lay before them. The Jedi were like that, able to "see without seeing."

     She continued speaking, "They are on their way. We fight until they get here."

     "How do you know?" the man beside him asked skeptically, "You can't possibly know that."

    The girl turned her bandaged face toward the man, "I just know."

The Hero Dies

She pulled him up so, even though he was leaning heavily against her, he was standing. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her. She wrapped her arms around him in return, resting his hesd on her shoulder and cradling it in her hand.

"You poor boy." She murmured softly to him. "You tried so hard and look where it got you."

With her free hand, she grabbed one of the arrows protruding from his back. The shaft was sticky with blood. Yet instead of pulling it out, she began to slowly push it further in. She felt his body stiffen in pain and fear. She savored the warmth of his blood as it began to flow over her hand.

When the arrowhead rested against his heart she stopped. She could sense his struggle. He wanted to pull away, wanted to stand defiantly before her. He  wanted desperately to be free of her grasp, but was too weak to do anything but groan in his pain and torment.

She pushed his head closer against her shoulder, fingers gripping his hair. Her lips brushed his ears as she spoke. "I would have given you everything. I would hear sheltered you from all this misery and suffering. You and I- the two of us  could have ruled the world. We could have lived forever. All you had to do was say the word. One simple, little word."

She pushed on the arrow again. Through her magic, she felt the chords that tethered his soul to his body being cut as the arrow pierced his heart. She felt the life drain from him and the light of his soul fade.

As his body went limp, she let him fall. His lifeless body hit the ground with a dull thud. She looked down at it as it lay there, eyes open and staring at the grey sky.

Finally she uttered, "All you had to do was say, 'Yes.'"

Untitled Star Wars 2

Author's Note:

     This is a very rough series of scene-shots. I apologize in advance to any hard-core Star Wars fans who may read it and find canonical and technical errors and misconceptions in it (especially regarding the Jedi and the Force). I am a big  fan of Star Wars, but have not been able to express that love for some time (a long story that does not have a place here) and this has led to a lack of knowledge about much outside of the movies. As with most of my scene-shots it is mostly un-edited, nor did I do any research for it. In light of that, please forgive the lack of planet names and other species. I simply wrote what came to me based on what I already know. Also, it is not intended to have any relation or bearing to the current or previous cannon. It simply occurs in the same GFFA. Thank you for your understanding, and may the Force be with you.

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Cast
     Captian Nohrann- Zabrak
    Un-named Padwan - Human 
    Skippy- Twi'lek

     Captain Nohrann stared at the figure lying on the bed and finally understood the human phrase "déjà vu." The scene reminded him of the first time he and the former Padawan had met.
     Seven years ago, he and his crew had found the you human female severely injured and hiding among their cargo. While the fact that they had a stowaway was a surprise, the fact that that the stowaway was a Jedi was even more so.
     Only a few days before, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, now Emporer Palpatine, had declared the Jedi to be traitors. Any sightings were to be reported immediately. However, Nohrann and his crew had never reported her and had instead gave her some much needed medical assistance and sanctuary.
     Later, when she had asked why, Norhrann told her that a Jedi had saved his life years earlier. When asked how he could repay him, the Jedi told him that he could do so by someday helping a Jedi who needed it. The captain hadn't seen a Jedi until he had found her in his cargo hold.
     With the captain and the rest of the crew willing to keep her secret, the girl joined the crew of the Star Sprite. Over the next few years she had slowly changed. Her demeanor was less reserved and she often filled the ship with laughter. She had traded her Jedi robes for clothes more suited for her new identity. Her hair, which had always been bound up, was left to grow free and was now a mass of curls. While she had not been able to bring herself to cut off her Padawan braid, she had added similar braids so it was no longer obvious.
     She had also traded her lightsaber for two blasters. The lightsaber, along with a Clone Tropper helmet were always locked away in her cabin. She still practiced with it, but only when there were no passengers on the ship. Her real name and the reason she had the helmet were two things neither Nohrahnn nor his crew had ever asked her about.
     She had proven herself to be a capable crew member and a good friend. Nohrahnn knew she had nightmares and struggled with the loss of what had been her only family, even though she hid it well. He also knew it was a struggle for her to be unable to use and rely on the Force, the ever-present power she and so few others now had access to. It was this particular struggle that had put them in their current predicament.
     While working a job on (Planet), which was heavily infested with Imperial troops, she and several other had been caught in an explosion. She had saved the others by using the Force to push them out of the blast radius. She, however, had taken the brunt of the blast. A family who child had been among those saved offered them a place to hide for awhile. She now lay in a spare room with a broken leg, cracked ribs, several burns, and possibly a concussion and internal bleeding.
     Her heroics had saved lives, but had also alerted to the local Imps to the presence of a "Force-sensitive" and possible Jedi survivor. He and his crew were now trapped on (Planet). They were unable to reach their ship, and taking her to a med-center was not an option.
    One of his crew, a Twi'lek nicknamed Skippy, had been a medic during the Clone Wars. He had done what he could for her, but she was still in a lot of pain. What made it worse, for her at least, was the that she was unable to use the Force to hasten her healing. She would have to rely solely on her fellow crew members and her body's natural healing rate.
     Furthermore, they still had a job that needed finishing.

To the Forgotten

     Hey, I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to let you know, that no matter what, I will always remember you. I know you don’t think you are very important, and to most people you probably aren’t; but you’re important to me. You are one of the reasons I get up in the morning. You are one of the reasons I can keep on going, no matter how bad it gets. Your smile, your passion, your  love for life, the crazy way you “freak out” about the things you love- these are all precious to me. You may think you’ll never amount to anything, and the world probably thinks so too. I don’t. I know that I would not be where I am today without you. You have inspired me to become what I am.

     Unfortunately, as the years pass, you will probably be forgotten by most. Your name will never be in lights or flashed in the credits; but it will always be a name that is burned into my soul. It is a name that will be followed by “Who’s that?” and then I will have the amazing chance to tell the world about you. Rest assured that I will tell them, even though I know they will forget in the next five minutes. I will tell them your name and your story because you are important to me, and you always will be. Just as you pass on my name, I will pass on yours.

     Below is a poem I found for you, whenever you are feeling down and forgotten, read it. It will remind you that not everyone who is important makes it into the history books. Sometimes, the most important people are those who no one remembers.

The Death of an Unknown

There was a man who died today,

I do not know his name.

I know he was born,

He lived, he died,

And that he died today.

I probably never saw him,

On TV or in the news,

And he was probably not the most popular,

In high school or at work.

He was probably only well known,

By his children and his wife,

And might even have a friend or two,

Who will miss him because he's gone.

There was also a woman who died today,

Her story is much the same;

But possibly the only thing they share,

Is that they died,

The death of an unknown.

Yet being unknown is not so bad,

For it is a fate that most share.

So few are known,

Some by design,

But many just by chance.

The unknown are those

Who make the known,

Who pass along their name.

Just as a house is not a house,

Without its boards and nails,

Fame cannot be obtained,

Without those who have none.

So if fame is what you seek,

I wish you the best of luck;

But for those who at the end of the day

Are no more known than before,

Don't be depressed,

And don't be sad,

For you help the world to spin.

Someone succeeded,

Because someone failed.

There cannot  be the death of a known,

Without,

The death of an unknown.

-Tiffiny Hagan

Sincerely,

Someone who will always remember.

 

The Last Story

 Well, the only true story anyway. I've told a lot of untrue stories (I'm really good at those); but this story, this is the one and only true story I'll ever tell. It's not because I don't like the truth or anything, I've just never felt the need. Why tell the truth when a lie is so much more fun? The challenge that comes with building and building on it. The rush you get when you know someone has fallen for your lie. It's a kind of drug. This time however, the truth is important. Lives are at stake. Not mine, mine is already lost; but the lives of those who need this truth. Those who are unaware of what hides not only in the dark, but also in the light. So, I tell this last, true story for them in the hopes that they can do what I could not.

To Die For Love and Freedom

They were words that spoke of rebellion and freedom. Rebellion against those who had oppressed us for centuries and freedom to do and be what we wanted. They were words what promised a better life for ourselves and those who came after us. I fell in love with those words and with the man who spoke them. Those inspiring words from an inspiring man. Now, I stand condemned to death. Doomed to die for fighting for a better life, for rising up against those who would keep me down. He stands beside me, my lover and commander, along with many others who rose up with us. I pray our sacrifice will not be in vain. I pray that others will hear his words and fall in love with them and the desire for freedom.

Hawksrising Part 1: Dragon Knights 5

     Aylin repeated the word a few times to herself, associating it as the dragon's name. "I like it. I think is suits you." she finally said.
     "Thank you." he replied.
     Silence reigned once again. This time, it was Thunder who broke it.
     "Where will you go? The induction is a month away."
     Aylin gave him a sheepish look, "I didn't think that far ahead. I just took off. I didn't even think about what would happen if I wasn't chosen."
     The dragon gave a huff, blowing  smoke out of his nostrils. Apparently her recklessness did not surprise him.
     They sat in silence again, watching the setting sun.
     "What about Hawksrising?"
     Aylin gave the dragon a puzzled look. "What about it?"
     "Did you not say that is where you are from? Why not stay there?"
     Aylin looked down at her feet. She quietly replied, "I've never been there. I don't even know were it is."
     She felt Thunder's eyes on her, but refused to look at him. She heard him move, a quiet rustle of scales and the click of claws.
     "Then I shall show you where it is."
     At this, she glanced up at him, a look of hope lighting her face. "Really?" she asked. "You know where it is?"
     "Every dragon knows where the home of the Dragonfriend is."
     "How will we get there?"
     Thunder looked at her, and Aylin could have sworn in was a look of frustration. "I will fly you there."
     She looked at him for a moment. "You can do that? I thought you had to be older for someone to ride you. How will I stay on?"
     "I am old enough to carry a small rider and we can rest if I need to. Do you know how to ride a horse bare-back? 
      "I've done it once or twice."
      "Then that will have to suffice. Do not worry, if you fall, I will catch you."
     Aylin stared at him in silence for another moment and then got to her feet. Thunder lowered himself so she could climb onto his back. She found the hollow where his neck met his chest and situated herself. While not exactly comfrotable, the spot did offer some stability, and she gripped his neck with her knees. She leaned into his neck and found that she could grip the edges his scales by slightly pulling them up. Unlike a snakes, they had ridges and offered a fairly good grip.
    "Are you ready?" the dragon asked after she had stopped fidgeting.
    "Here goes nothing."
     She felt Thunder tense for a moment and then he sprung from the balcony. Aylin almost lost her grip. She felt the scales bite into her hands and hoped they had not cut them. A moment later, there was a jolt and a feeling of weightlessness as Thunder spread his wings leveled out.  He circled the citadel once, and then headed south-east.

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Thunder: Dragon Knights 4

     Aylin sighed in contentment. She was finally coming down from the euphoria of the morning. After she and the black dragon, her dragon, had taken their places with the other chosen children, the gong that had started the ceremony rang three times, signaling the end of the Choosing.
     The children who had not been chosen were ushered out of the hall. Those who had been chosen remained with their dragons. The children's height and weight were measured and recorded, as well as their measurements for clothing. Although there were fifteen children, it all happened quickly, the process made efficient from years of execution.
     Lunch was served afterward and many of the children left and headed for home. The official ceremony presenting the newest generation of Dragon Knights would not take place for another month. This gave the rulers of the various nations that comprised the Six Lands time to prepare and travel to Storm Hold, the home of the Dragon Knights.
      Aylin had been too excited to eat. Instead, after arranging for the Baron's son David to take the horse she had ridden here back to Sandorne, she had wandered around the citadel. Eventually, she found herself sitting, legs pulled to her chest, on an large balcony overlooking the city.
     The balcony had no railing and offered an amazing view of the city and the countryside surrounding it. It was evening now, and the sun was setting over the mountains that formed the borders between Estrana and Draurhiel. She sat, mesmerized by the colors painted by the sunset.
     "Why are you still here?" a deep, male voice asked. "The others from your home left hours ago."
     Aylin gave a small start and glanced to look at the speaker. Her dragon was standing behind her, staring. She noticed that although his scales and horns were a deep black, his eyes were a bright, reptilian green. Turning back to the sunset, she replied, "Castle Sandorne is not my home."
     "Is that not where you were raised?" the dragon asked, confusion in his voice.
     Aylin gave a small laugh of derision, "Yes, but that doesn't make it home. Now that I've escaped, I'm never going back. Besides, I don't think the baroness would let me anyway."
     "I see." the dragon replied, although his tone gave the impression he was still confused. He stretched himself out across the balcony, curling himself around her and positioning himself so that his head sat just past where Aylin sat.
     They sat in silence for a while as the sun sank lower. Eventually, Aylin broke the silence with a question, "What's your name?"
     They dragon's green eye looked back at her, but he did not otherwise move. Neither did he answer.
     "What? You already know mine. What harm would it be for me to know yours?"
    The dragon looked back out over the city. After a moment's silence, his voice sounded in her head, speaking a single word, "Thunder."

The Choosing Part 3: Dragon Knights 3

     Aylin lay underneath the dragon listening to the voices above her. She couldn't understand what they were saying, they were speaking in dragon, but she knew they were talking about her. The conversation seemed to go on for hours. Finally, the scales above her shifted and she curled into a ball, trying to make her self as small as possible in hopes of not being crushed.
      "Stand up child." a voice behind her commanded.
     Aylin looked up to see that the dragon had moved from above her to beside her. She stood up and faced the direction the voice had come from. She was now facing the brown dragon who had found her earlier, two citadel priests-an older and a younger, and two citadel guards. They were all staring at her.
     The older priest, who had spoken earlier, spoke again. "What is your name, child?"
     Aylin glanced at the dragon standing beside her without answering. The dragons participating in the Choosing were not told the names of the children so it would not influence them in their decisions. Being the child of a Dragon Knight did not guarantee that you became one.
     "The dragon has already chosen as his Knight." the priest stated, "It is all right to tell us your name."
     She turned back to the priest and said, "Aylin-"
     The younger priest interrupted her, "Aylin of Sandorne, Baron Ambrose's daughter. I've seen you before."
     "No. Aylin of Hawksrising." she replied. "The Baron and his wife are not my parents."
     The priests gave her a strange look, but did not speak. Instead, the brown dragon did. His voice was deep and strong, "Then who your parents?"
     Aylin looked at the dragon, "My mother's name was Salyne. My father was Sir Edward Dragonfriend. I was given to Baron Ambrose after my mother died in labor."
     "You are Sir Edward's daughter?" the older priest asked, mild surprise in his voice. "Why was your name not on the list from Sandorne?"
     Aylin was silent for a moment. Finally she replied in a matter of fact tone, "Because the baroness refused to put my name on the list. She despises my father and would rather marry me off than see me follow in his footsteps."
     All were silent for a moment. "We will need to verify your story with Baron Ambrose," the older priest stated, "but for now, please take your place with the rest of the chosen."

      Ayline and  the black dragon took their places beside the others. Her heart was pounding. Her dream had come true. She was to become a Dragon Knight, just like her father.

**To be continued as time and inspiration allow.**