Knights Of The Old Republic

THE FALL OF LIGHT

Prologue

AN:Hello ladies and gentlemen. This is the first fanfiction I have written in a long time. I used to write a lot for this site, but I decided to write a proffesional novel. Needless to say that took up almost all of my time for the past year or so. However, I have completed the rough draft, and now have the spare time to work on this fanfiction. I will be updating about once a month, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Since I'm still working on my novel there may be periods of two or three months at a time where I don't update.

That said, this story is set about three months after the events of the original Kotor. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Please leave your reviews.


Two figures dashed silently through the alleys of Courascant, brown robes fluttering behind them. One appeared to be in his forties. He had light brown hair and a full beard along with a moustache. The other was in his early-twenties, with dark messy hair hanging down to his shoulders, and intelligent brown eyes.

They slowed to a walk as they emerged onto a sidewalk next to a major traffic lane. Even at this time of night many speeders and other hovercraft raced back and forth as people from various walks of life went about their buisness. A number of people walked along the sidewalk.

"Looks like we lost them." The younger of the two said. This was Atronis Wrenn, a senior padawan of the Jedi Order who favoured the path of the Guardian. His lightsaber skills were superior to those of many Jedi Knights.

"Do not be so sure, my apprentice." The other said. This was Nar-Tun Kerundo, a Jedi Knight who favoured the path of a Consoular. Many in the Order believed he would soon be granted the rank of Jedi Master.

"But I sense no pursuit!" Atronis protested.

"Perhaps," Nar-Tun agreed. "But neither of us sensed them when they attacked either. I see no reason they would so easily give up."

"Then what should we do?" Atronis looked to his master.

"For the moment we keep walking. If we're lucky we can make it back to the temple without further trouble." Came the reply.

"But if they are still pursuing us then it is doubtful they would let us get so far." Atronis reminded him. Nar-Tun nodded his agreement.

The two walked for several minutes without incident. Normally they would have used this time to contact the temple, but ever since the attack their comlinks seemed to have failed. They were unsure of their attackers identities or numbers. They had been cloaked when they attacked, nearly invisible except for the tiniest distortion int he air. The attack had been fast and furious, and the jedi had chosen to retreat.

They reached the end of the walkway where a turbolift waited to take them to the upper-city. Without a word they stepped in and began the journey upwards. They were roughly halfway there when the turbolift jerked to a halt, throwing both of them off-balance. As Atronis regained his balance he caught sight of a second turbolift rising up next to their own. Looking through the transperasteel he was unable to see anyone in the adjacent lift.

"We must exit the lift, quickly!" Nar-Tun exclaimed. No sooner had he finished speaking than the side of the adjacent lift shattered, and something leapt out and onto the roof of their own lift.

Atronis ignited his blue blade with a snap-hiss and sliced the door. Nar-Tun pushed the broken door out and away with the force, and both jedi clambered out, climbinng the side of the lift until they stood on the roof. A figure in dark clothing crouched their, using a vibro-dagger to slice through the cables which hld the lift in place. One of them snapped and the lift leaned dangerously to one side.

"Master!"Atronis cried as he fell backwards. Nar-Tun sprang, catching his padawan by the wrist and using his momentum to swing him up and onto the roof. With his feet once again under him, Atronis ignited his blade and swung at the figure, who spun away as he pulled a small rod from his side. With a snap of his wrist it extended into a full length staff with electricity crackling at either end.

With a small growl, Atronis lunged again. The figure caught the blow on one end of his staff and redirected the blow towards the reamining cables, but Master Kerundo intercepted the attack with his own lightsaber. The two jedi shoved hard driving their opponent off the roof.

Another cable snapped, and the turbo-lift started to fall. The two jedi jumped away and slammed into the side of the adjacent lift. They grabbed onto the roof, and after a few moments worked their way through the hole in the side.

Kerundo pushed the 'up' button, and the lift moved upwards. Before long they stepped out into the upper-city.

"Finally! I was beggining to think we wouldn't make it." The padawan exclaimed.

"Indeed. We must move quickly." Nar-Tun looked around cautiously, then took a step. Behind him, a figure decloaked in the corner of the cab, and stepped forward. Nar-Tun gasped in shock as a vibro-dagger sank into his chest, and he was pulled back into the lift.

"NO!" Atronis cried as he whirled around, lightsaber in hand. The turbo-lift descended back towards the lower-city.