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Post by Wolf of the Fire Nation on Jun 29, 2015 22:59:17 GMT -5
Here we go, my KOTOR fan novel. Feel free to read and comment, just be nice if you have to point out something I should fix. Enjoy! However, I will update at my leisure.
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(This is just the opening crawl. The real stuff is coming shortly.)
Wolf of the Fire Nation presents...
A Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic fan novelization
Prologue
An even longer time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
STAR WARS
KNIGHTS OF THE OLD REPUBLIC
Four thousand years before the rise of the Galactic Empire, the Republic verges on collapse. Darth Malak, the last surviving apprentice of Dark lord Revan, has unleashed an invincible Sith armada upon an unsuspecting galaxy.
Crushing all resistance, Malak's war of conquest has left the Jedi order scattered and vulnerable as countless knights fall in battle and many more swear allegiance to their new Sith master.
In the skies above the outer rim world of Taris, a Jedi battle fleet engages the forces of Darth Malak in a desperate effort to halt the Sith's galactic domination.
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Post by Wolf of the Fire Nation on Jun 30, 2015 14:22:36 GMT -5
Chapter 1- Conflict above and on Taris
HHHOOONNNK!
The sound of the Endar Spire's warning alarm woke Rodaan skywalker from his sleep. He was a tall, lean, rugged, muscular, handsome man with fair skin, long, dark brown hair, a full beard the same color and large, blue-green eyes. He was a solider and scout for the Galactic Republic and was on this mission to attempt to route the Sith at Taris. Clad in just his undergarments, he got up to put on his clothes, which consisted of a white shirt, grey pants, a brown vest, a black belt and black boots. From the belt hung a stealth shield, a cloaking device that also masked the sounds of his footsteps, a brown leather sheathe with a large vibroblade and a brown leather holster containing a blaster pistol. No sooner had he gotten completely dressed did a clean-shaven human male solider with short, whitish-blonde hair enter the room.
"The Endar Spire is under attack by a Sith battle fleet. We need to get to the bridge," he said.
Rodaan gave him a curious look.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
The man acknowledged him.
"My name is Trask Ulgo, ensign with the Republic fleet. I am your bunkmate here on the Endar Spire. However, we work opposite shifts, so that's why you've never seen me before. I have heard all about you: elite combat training, tops in your class. You've also been to planets that I have never even heard of. It's easy to see why they picked you for this mission. Bastila is going to need someone like you," he said.
Rodaan nodded.
"Yes, Bastila. The commanding officer on this mission," he said.
Trask looked at him irritably.
"Well, not an officer, really, but she is in charge of this mission, and we need to head out now," he said with urgency.
Rodaan understood his urgency.
"Let's go," he said.
Using his security clearance, which each solider aboard the ship had to open a door in the event of a lockdown, they opened the door. Immediately, they got a call on their comlink.
"This is Carth Onasi! The Sith have overrun our position and we can't hold out much longer against their firepower. All of you need to get to the escape pods now. They are being launched fast," the male voice on the other end said before hanging up.
"That was Carth contacting us on our comlink. He's one of the Republic's best pilots, and if he says something is bad, you'd better believe it. Come on," he said.
Rodaan followed without a question. On the bridge, Bastila Shan, the head of the mission and a Jedi, was busy fighting with her men. Wielding a yellow-bladed lightsaber, the beautiful, brown-haired, blue-eyed Jedi struck down many Sith troopers, the smell of death beginning to fill the room. Unfortunately, more continued to arrive, and she was forced to retreat. Boarding an escape pod, she headed down to the surface of Taris. She crashlanded hard in the undercity. In the crash, her lightsaber fell from her belt, and, upon emerging, she was surrounded by members of a local swoop bike gang, the Black Vulkars.
"Look here, men, a Republic officer!" said a green-skinned Twi'lek male.
Those around him laughed. The gang consisted of many species: twi'leks, humans, weequay, nikto, a whiphid, plus more. They began to move in on Bastila. The Jedi reached for her lightsaber, only to realize, to her utter horror and humilation, that it was gone, eliciting even more laughter. They took hold of her arms as a black-haired human male approached.
"Here you go, Brejik, a Republic officer for your inspection," the green Twi'lek said.
Brejik smiled.
"Thank you, Kandon," he said.
After raiding the pod and taking her equipment and appropriating her lightsaber as a trophy, one carried on the belt of Brejik himself, the gang dragged her away, and Brejik began planning what he would do with her. Back aboard the Endar Spire, Rodaan was one of only two survivors. Trask had sacrificed himself to a Dark Jedi that they met in order to ensure that Rodaan would make it. Meeting up with Carth, the two of them launched into space in the remaining escape pod. As that happened, the Sith destroyed the Endar Spire behind them. Nothing was left. They streaked into the atmosphere and landed in the upper city. Rodaan struck his head, knocking him out. Carth managed to get him to an abandoned apartment and, with much difficulty and effort, onto one of the beds. All that was left was for him to wake up.
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