Note: This story will never be completed, but I'm keeping it posted for sentimental reasons. :)
Episode VII: Curse of the Force Forsaken
Formerly: Episode VII: Curse of the Black Pearl. Chapter One is revised. I came up with some good ideas so I will continue. Ever wonder what POTC would be like, Star Wars style? I have attempted to delve into the mind of George Lucas to find out! Reviews and suggestions are greatly appreciated.
A/N: Sorry about the delay! Thank you to all my reviewers! I would not have continued without them :)
Chapter 1: Engine Trouble
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: I've never read the SW books, just have seen the movies. So I'm going by what I know from the movies. Also, I'm starting out with a prequel of sorts before jumping eight years ahead. I think I'll drop the idea of the Lucas's style opening with the explanation. This is several, if not hundreds, of years after Luke Skywalker, by the way.
A man with black hair and kohl-lined eyes (guess who!) could feel the Force warning him of trouble. Some sort of trouble with the ship, it seemed. *This is just bloody wonderful.* He was on his way back to the Jedi Council to report the sucess of his latest mission. He couldn't wait to reach his destination. Lately, the Council seemed to be catching on to his illegal *ahem* pirating activities. Once he reported to them, their confidence in him would be restored.
"Barbossa!" The man called. "Are your senses warning you of anything?"
Barbossa walked up, his Jedi robe flowing. "No, master," he said sarcastically.
"I feel something," Jack insisted. "Check the engine."
"Aye, aye, captain." Barbossa grumbled under his breath. He was getting tired of his probation. He had been caught stealing, so the Jedi Council had put him under close watch by his former padawan, Jack. Once he was on his own, he'd commandeer his own ship. Then, he'd be able to secretly pull off more extravagant pirating adventures than he had been doing secretly. He was tired of the Jedi order. Now, he just had to wait until the right moment to leave it. He had to get rid of Jack somehow. But Jack was a hard nut to crush.
Yes, Barbossa, Jack, and the crew were pirates. They'd started out as dedicated Jedi, but as the years passed, they met more and more pirates and started to do a little theiving on their own. They're tried to keep it secret, but weren't always successful. In fact, Jack would have been on the Council if it weren't for the countraversial reports that he turned pirate.
Barbossa reached the engine compartment. The Force guided him over to a set of wires. (sorry, I don't know anything about engines!) Barbossa's eyes widened. They looked almost busted. If those broke, they would be off spinning in space without hope of controlling the spacecraft.
"Master!" Barbossa yelled, striding back to where Jack was.
Jack peered at him from underneath his hood. "The hyperecter* is almost busted. We'll have to land then."
Barbossa glared at Jack. "How come you sent me to check it out when you already knew what was wrong?!"
"I didn't know until I saw your face," explained Jack. "You should really not broadcast these things through the Force. Control, control."
"Yes, master," replied Barbossa, rolling his eyes. He checked the computer. "How about we land on, say, De Muerta? It's close, and we could get supplies."
"De Muerta?" Jack mumbled thoughfully. "But isn't the planet only legendary?"
"Aye, master. But it's right here, on the screen. Only a couple minutes away."
Jack reached out for the planet through the Force. He didn't like the feedback he got at all. "I feel a disturbance in the force. Is there anywhere else?"
Suddenly the ship began shaking. The hyperecter was about to break completely. Jack made a split second decision. Landing on De Muerta would be better than spinning endlessly through space. Wouldn't it?
*I made up the hyperecter. It's basically a direction controller.
A/N : Thanks to all who reviewed my story before the revision! From now on I'll try to reply personally to any reviews I get. (after chapter 3)