A story I came up with, after a strange dream. It basically tells the story of Randy Anselmo, a Jedi who has been kept alive by a Sith Curse, that makes him in the present day, in this case 30 years before the events of SWTOR, 525 years old. The only way the curse can be lifted, and he can age, is if he falls in love, gets married, and then lives a lifetime, in love with the same woman. Perhaps the decedent of the legendary Revan can be of assistance. I hope you guys enjoy.


The Umpteenth Time

Randy's P.O.V

This is not the first time I've heard this. A Padawan came up to me, and said to me that the council wishes to speak to me. I thanked the young one, and then immediately headed to the council chamber. I've told this story so many times, that I know it by heart. I walk into the council chambers, and bow my head, walking into the center of the room. I've been through so many High Councils, that I don't even keep track of their names any more. Not even the names of the Grand Masters.

"Do you know why we have called you here?" One master asked.

"I think so." I answered.

"Master Anselmo, there is something that we have never understood about you." Another stated.

"We have heard tales about you, since many of us were young-lings."

"And as the years go by, the tales take on more and more numbers."

"Yet fast-forward all these years later, and there is one thing about you that hasn't changed. You still don't look a day over Twenty-five. But that is impossible."

"In my case, it isn't." I started. "In all truth Masters, my real age is I believe 525 years."

"You expect us to believe this?!" One master said, with obvious feelings of insult in his voice.

"Surely you have all at one point felt a darkness about me. It is not because I am in grave danger of falling to the Dark Side, it is because the Sith did something to me. Allow me to explain. 500 years ago, I was captured by the Sith. They brought me to some facility, and did some horrible things to me. At the end of it all, they let me go, with a curse that they had laid on me. That curse has stuck with me all these years later, and has kept me from both dying, and aging past 25."

"Is there no way to lift this curse?"

"The way to lift the curse, was the Sith's message of hatred toward our rule of love, and how it is forbidden. The curse can only be lifted, if I fall in love, and then spend the rest of my life with the woman I love. Once I do fall in love, I start to age again. If the love ever goes away, then I will start looking like a 25 year old, all over again."

"This is all very hard to believe."

"I know. However, go over our records, and you'll find mentions of my service in the Great Sith War, against Exar Kun, The Jedi Civil War, against Malak, me being a part of the Lost Jedi, that helped rebuild the order, and several other mentions throughout history. I think you may even find a mention of me fighting Darth Malak."

"Very Well Randy. We will summon you when we finish reviewing our records."

The next day...

I walked back into the High Council Chambers, and I can see the shock in the eyes of many of the masters.

"You speak the truth Randy."

"Satisfy my curiosity, Master Anselmo. Did you know Revan and Bastila?"

"Yes. I knew Malak too, back before he became the Dark Lord. Before that happened, he was a great man, and a damn good Jedi."

"That's incredible."

"Back to your curse. Have previous High Councils ever lifted our rule, for you?"

"Yes."

"Then we shall do the same."

"A question Randy. Have you ever been married before?"

"Yes, eight times. Six were Civilians, and Two were Politicians."

"Then you may seek out another."

"All due respect Masters, but I wasn't done speaking."

"You have our apologies. Please continue."

"Marriages with Politicians, lasted less than half a decade. Civilian marriages lasted for over a decade, with one lasting two decades, but still failed. My schedule as a Jedi, kept me from seeing them very often. If I was married to someone who's schedule was also that of a Jedi, I think that would be the best chance of my life finally ending."

"If this is your wish, I see no fault in your reasoning. Does anyone stand against this thought?"

Thankfully, no Masters said that they did.

"Then Randy, as long as that Jedi would be willing to fall in love with you, then you may marry a Jedi. Do you have someone in mind?"

"I do. I've known her for three years, She's kind, smart, caring, and beautiful, and I do have strong feelings for her. Satele Shan."

"If the feeling is mutual, then you may chase her."

"If you wish to tell her what you have told us, and prove it, then you may do so, by taking her with you, on the mission we are sending you on."

"The records on you are incomplete. We know that you were trained on the academy on Ossus, but up until that point, and 60 years later, that's all that we know about the time you spent there. We need you go to the ruins of that academy, and recover the lost portions of your records. How you chose to reveal to Satele the truth about you, is up to you."

"Given that this is something we don't know a lot about, it is probably appropriate that we just tell you good luck. We'll let Satele know that she needs to wait for you outside a shuttle, in the hangar bay. You'll be able find her outside one of the shuttles. May the Force be with You, Master Anselmo."

"Thank you Masters." I bowed my head, and walked out of the Chambers. I headed straight for the hangar, and prepared for an emotional trip to, at, and from Ossus.