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Hey all, I've finally worked up the energy to sign up to . Been reading stories for a while, but haven't published any. Here's one that I've had in my head for a while. I'd like some advice on the format, etc, and also some aid concerning the functions of the website if any problems arise.
This is set approximately 200 years after the reign of Darth Krayt. I developed the storyline the better part of a year before Star Wars: The Old Republic was announced. I'm trying to incorporate the events revealed so far into the history, but I'll probably keep it obscure just for canon's sake.
PROLOGUE
The Sith lord was lying in the snow, the pieces of a collapsed building surrounding him. The white substance had fallen on him, sparing him from the atrocity of his mangled legs. Below the waist, he felt numb. The only way he knew something was wrong, was that the white of the snow was marred by a sickeningly bright red. A red that was growing, would encompass the purity of the snow.
His mind was drained, exhausted. He felt no joy, no pain, no anger. Nothing. Simply a grim resignation to death. His peers had always said he was pensive, withdrawn, passive. The latter term was an insult, not thrown about lightly, highly damaging to a Sith's honour.
He didn't care.
Through the ringing din in his ears, he discerned footsteps crunching in the snow, approaching. Boots, his finely-tuned senses told him. That could only mean one thing.
Jedi.
The term itself was a mockery, a deluded, weakened term, applied by these rebelling Sith lords to themselves to try to give justification to their cause. They knew nothing of the ancient Jedi ways, those Jedi, far off, talked about in legends. They practised the Dark Side with the same avidity as their more conformist brethren, but proved ill-satisfied by their teachers.
The 'Jedi' paused in front of the fallen Sith, a sneer distorting further distorting his hideous features. At his hip were several lightsabers, mementos of his fallen foes.
"Sith scum. How do you enjoy the snow?"
The Sith said nothing, merely spat at the leering man.
The man took a step backwards, snarling. He activated his lightsaber, swiftly impaling the Sith Lord's shoulder.
"Knave! Bow to your masters, so you may die in peace!"
"No peace will be afforded to you, fool. You and your cause will die. The Council will convene. You will be destroyed." The Sith lord said, in a deep, menacing baritone.
The Jedi smirked. "How wrong you are. Joptis is ours. Your troops are dead, scattered. What else can you do?"
The Sith lord felt unfamiliar muscles twitch, then realized he was smiling.
"What do you smile about, wretch?"
"The fact that the next time we meet, it will be on more... equal terms."
The Jedi snarled, then raised his lightsaber for a beheading strike...
The red energy lances of the orbiting Sith cruiser vaporized the city, leaving nothing but a glowing crater as evidence that structures had once existed there. The Sith lords life sign noiselessly faded away on the dashboard, containing vital signs. More quickly followed, as battle continued to rage on the planet. And so it continued, life signs fading away, until none remained.
The planet Joptis was no more.
Only a prologue, setting the mood. The reason for the fighting will be revealed next chapter, as well as the major players. Please leave a review! Thanks.