The Outsiders, The Forgotten


The Outsiders, The Forgotten

Chapters Introduction - 5


Kepla Rass, a headstrong gungan youth, is saved from a life of slavery and is trained in the ways of the living force. Destiny has him and his master discover a group of gungans whom vanished many years ago...


The novel plays off in the remote Parowa System, in the depression years before the fall of the Old Republic and the rise of the Dark Empire.

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Because of it's length, this novel has been split into eight different uploads... Please read them in sequence!

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About this story

I am one of the few [sad / smart] people who actually liked The Phantom Menace more than the last three Star Wars episodes. After seeing it two times, I felt inspired to write a novel based on my impressions and improvisations to it. You are reading the product of many late nights typing, reading and a lot of coffee.

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The original "Outsider" is no longer available online. It's low-key, and IMHO, not worth reading, since the actual saga starts in the part you are reading right now. I'll mail Part 1 to those interested on special request only.

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Part 2 is vastly different from Part 1, both in style, perspective and plot. Part 1 did tread over the Star Wars boundary, but only slightly... Part 2 breaks most every basic Star Wars rule there is, to my knowledge anyway.

If you are a sworn Star Wars purist, or if you have an absolute incurable hatred for the gungan race, I recommend that you stop reading now... However, if you are open minded, and willing to see things from a slightly different perspective, read on!

This is more a "Gungan Fic" than a "Jar Jar Fic". Jar Jar appears for the first time in Chapter 30 or so. Gungans, however, appear throughout and are portrayed as caring, loyal and courageous.

This story is pro-gungan.

Still, I firmly believe that people whom disliked Jar Jar in TPM might enjoy reading this novel none the less. Binks is a deeper, more sophisticated character here than he was in TPM.

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Content Analysis

This story is considerably more violent that both it's predecessor, and the Star Wars films. I honestly believe the violence to be justified and necessary for the sake of the plot. Rest assured, though, I didn't go over board. It's just realistic.

This story contains a couple of nasty word, but they have all been ***** d out, so they should not pose such a big problem.

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Formal Disclaimer

All original characters used in this novel are fictional. Neither of them are supposed to represent or portray anyone in the real world. All the original characters remain the property of the author, Jako Malan (aka Brolliks). You may use them in stories of your own, subject to asking and being granted permission by the author to do so.

All original artwork and illustrations used in this story remains the property of Brian Reider. (Please contact him with any queries regarding this.)

All Star Wars characters and concepts used in this story, remain the sole intellectual property of George Lucas and Lucasfilm (Ltd).

This story may not be distributed for any form of compensation whatsoever.

This story will only be allowed to exist, whilst Lucasfilm doesn't object to it. If it's existence is prohibited for whatever reason, you're privilege of reading / possessing / distributing it will void.

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Thanks to Brian Reider for the wonderful illustrations!

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Special Thanks to the Following Test Readers

ILoveJarJar

Wyrm

Green Pepper

Saba Li Anks

Kris Chloroform

Arachnida

Mariana Malan

Brian Reider

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Other Misc Notes

I've included musical "TAGs" throughout the story. If you see something inside , it means that, if I had the time, money and legal rights to make a movie of this story, I could use that specific sound track at that specific point in time. I've included the track name, as well as the composer's name. It should be played lowly in the background and should be stopped when instructed to do so. Note : You are only allowed to listen to them if you have legally bought the CDs they come from.

English is my third language... Please excuse the odd spelling / grammar / dialect mistake!

I am neither Shakespeare nor George Lucas. People expecting either may be in for a big disappointment. I wrote this story because I found it fun to write, and for no other reason.

If you like the story, please refer other people to this site. The only appreciation I get for spending so many hours writing this story, is of people actually reading it.

Constructive criticisms and any other feedbacks are very welcome and would be greatly appreciated. BUT NOTE : I am not interested in hearing how much you (unjustly) despise me because of something that I wrote about someone or something in the story. If you ignore this (very reasonable) request, your E-Mail will be ignored, too.

If you find this story to be inspiration enough to draw a scene or character from it, PLEASE E-MAIL and let me know about it! I would love to see it, no matter how it looks.

Any other comments, suggestions or anything else, please E-Mail me : brolliks@hotmail.com


THE THEME / TITLE SONG OF THIS STORY IS

Somehow, I'll Find My Way Home - Jon Anderson & Vangelis


Scrolling Epilogue (Part 1)

Star Wars Fanfare - Robin Williams

Almost sixteen years have passed since the Naboo people took their planet back from the clutches of the Trade Federation.

A chain of runaway events had caused a major crash in the Federation stock market.

This caused wide spread poverty across all the planets in the solar system.

Desperate governments and individuals, unwilling to give up their luxurious ways of live, now resort to the highly illegal buying and selling of slaves to fill their pockets with credits...

It is a time of bounty hunters, scavengers and opportunists.

Small, primitive groups and races live in constant fear of heartless scavengers, abducting them from their home worlds and selling them on the black market as slaves.

The gungans of Naboo are no exception.

Fade Out Music And Pause It


Chapter 1 : The Problem

Queen Amidala leaps from her chair in anger, "Scavengers are taking over this planet, chancellor! We're all at great risk! The gungans are reporting more cases of abduction every day... Two of my best pilots have been shot down in the last month alone!"

The queen sits down agonising, "The Naboo fleet and army is amongst the republic's most advanced, most prestigious... But they are only human, they are not able to patrol the entire planet every single moment of every single day!"

The cool headed chancellor folds his fingers as he replies, "It is a grave concern, your majesty... But as you know, getting worked up about this won't solve any problems. The planetary surveillance system is almost operational..."

The chancellor continues, "Once it's in place, you'll have total control over what goes on in the skies of Naboo, your majesty."

"Sorry for my outburst, chancellor, but this is a serious matter..."

The queen stares for a moment, "I fear that these intrusions have already damaged our frail relationships with Otha Gunga... The gungans have threatened to take the law into their own hands if these senseless abductions don't stop soon."


Chapter 2 : The Last Escapade

It's early morning in the Naboo forest. A thick haze of fog lays heavily on the marsh green swamp surroundings. Twigs crack as several kaadu appear from the thicket. Fifty three dark gungan soldiers man them. In their hands they have power poles. Their cold eyes stare forward into the mist.

One of the kaadu sniffs the air and bleats. The seated gungan lifts his hand, signalling his comrades to stop. The gungans look around nervously.

There is a sudden shout from the woods, "NOW!" Blazing bolts of energy fly out of the fog!

Ten gungans are killed instantly. They fall off their kaadu and onto the ground. A deep explosion and a shrill hissing tears the morning's silence. A thick green gas overwhelms the gungans and the kaadu. Some of them try to call for help, but they cannot fight the stinging intoxicant. They and their kaadu collapse as one.

"Beta, take control!" a muffled voice orders. Twenty un-known soldiers with gas masks on appear from the brush.

A group quickly disarms the gungans. Two of them wave landing lights. There is a deep thundering follows as large carrier moves overhead.

They signal the carrier to land.

The rumbling grows progressively louder as the ships lowers itself to the ground. It crushes the trees where it lands, close to the scene of the ambush.

The scavengers don't speak to each other. They work in total silence, promptly dragging the gungans bodies aboard. They leave the power poles and kaadu laying on the cold soil.

Somebody shouts, "All aboard!"

The scavengers then march aboard themselves.

The ship takes off, thundering.

What seems to be moments later, a creepy silence ascends onto the forest as the ship speeds off under the cover of darkness.

Apart from the crushed trees and the intoxicated kaadu, everything seems exactly as it was before ; sadly, real life just isn't that simple.


Scrolling Epilogue (Part 2)

Un-Pause and Fade in SW Fanfare Once Again

Many long years of struggle and strife pass as the recession reaches epidemic proportions.

Queen Amidala had used every last drop of her precious financial resources to get the surveillance system up and running.

Though the senseless abductions stopped immediately, the damage was already done.

More than two-hundred gungans had been taken away from their home world.

Despite all the Naboo's extensive searching efforts, they could not locate them.

In time, they slowly started accepting the fact that they would never be seen again...

Yet, somehow, all hope wasn't lost...

Fade Out Music


Chapter 3 : Start of the Trouble

Three dark robed figures stand before a well dressed man sitting in a comfy chair at a large desk.

The man is overweight and has a black patch over his right eye. He is Baron Ndi'Chro, one of one of the wealthiest beings outside of the republic. Nobody knows why he is so rich and influential... Some say he sells narcotics; some say he owns a large section fuel industry; some even says he is a slave merchant. Fact is, nobody knows for sure.

He has a satisfactory grin on his face as he hands a bag of credits to each one of the assembled.

The three bow simultaneously. Their faces are hidden inside their capes.

One steps forward and speaks in a deep voice, "Master Ndi'Chro, as of late I sense something that endangers our entire campaign here."

"What could it be Tranquillitates? You surely don't mean those boggers who escaped?" Ndi'Chro pauses and laughs mockingly, "My guards are already scouting the area... They don't have a chance in hell."

Darth Tranquillitates looks at his comrades and continues, "It's not that master. I've come to fear that there's a being that is capable of exposing this entire operation."

Ndi'Chro bursts out in sarcastic laughter. The three glare at each other and wait for him to finish.

He clears his throat, "If that be the case... You get paid to protect this operation..."

Ndi'Chro's voice suddenly becomes serious as he continues, "You know what to do... go out and kill him, her or it immediately!"

One of the other step forward and speaks, "Tranquillitates has volunteered to do the cleaning, master."

Tranquillitates speaks again, "I'll leave at first light, master."

"Do so. Keep me informed," The man steels as he lights a thick cigar. He puffs smoke circles into the air.

The three bow deeply and dismiss.


Chapter 4 : A Stitch In Time

Darth Alaway and Darth Polonius stand talking outside their master's luxurious marble palace. The sun blazes across the deserted plane surrounding the lush green oasis they find themselves at.

They carefully look around to see if anybody is listening.

Darth Alaway has a white complexion, his skinny face has a long scar and a tattoo of a venomous spider that covers his right eye. A sith, trained by Darth Sidious himself. His soul is black as night and from his corrupt heart flows only hatred and deceit.

Darth Polonius has pale blue skin and puke yellow eyes. His lower lip is split into two parts.

He is the thinking one of the trio, trained as both a sith and a military propagandist, he has played an invaluable role in many of Ndi'Chro's less-than-conspicuous operations.

Both siths wear pitch black cloaks.

Alaway starts, "Tranquillitates is becoming way too influential... We must get rid of him."

Polonius glares at him and answers, "I cannot agree more, but that would be treason! We can't kill one of our own..."

Alaway grabs Polonius by the throat, "You fool! Don't you realise that we are no longer siths? We became paid assassins the day we came to this dump!"

Polonius removes Alaway's strong hands from his throat, "I guess..."

Alaway still seems angry and speaks again, "Are you in or out? I say, we kill him tonight."

Polonius stands thinking for a while... An idea hit him and he makes a suggestion, "Why don't we 'load his ship with some TCP3? We let him do the dirty work, kill whoever he must. We'll set the timer to detonate once he is on his way back from Ghwarraba. We can say, it was a republican craft that shot him down or something. Master Ndi'chro won't even know."

Polonius adds as an afterthought, "As a matter of fact, I think master Ndi'Chro will be glad to have one less assassin to pay."

Alaway thinks for a while, "Makes sense... So you're in... Okay... We go tonight..."

They cover their heads with their black capes and walk apart.


Chapter 5 : Ghwarraba Slave Market

It's late afternoon on Ghwarraba, the Sodom of the Parowa system. No law abiding, authority fearing being would dare venture around here.

The planet's main source of income, apart from slavery, is of the cultivation and production of highly toxic hallucinogens that are sold on the black markets of almost any other planet in the system... Of course, here they are as readily available as cigarettes and bread.

Wolff makes his way along the crowded main street. He wears improvised brownies and tough leather boots. The automatic rifle at his back serves as a stern warning to anyone planning to rob him. An oblong object dangles from the side of his belt. It is his cathode sabre.

It has been almost twenty years since Wolff had fought in the epic battle of Naboo. After finally making peace with his past, he had moved to the planet Akrillia.

There he has, through intense mediation and training, made of himself the closest thing one can get to a jedi without formal training.

The jedi council was very impressed with his training, but refused to make him a jedi knight.

They believed that he was too old, too militant and too emotionally unstable to be a true jedi. They conceded, however, by handing him odd jobs from time to time. This helped him to gain experience in combat and the use of the force.

Wolff is tough, agile, headstrong and wise in the ways of the force. His heart, however, has changed little. He still has an emptiness inside of him, a longing desire to belong somewhere and an endless supply of care and respect, that nobody seems to want... Growing strong with the living force has only helped him hide this, better than ever before.

His face is stern and alert as he presses through the crowd. The living force had guided him to this dump. He doesn't really know what he is supposed to do here, but presses on none the less, hoping that all will be revealed soon.

All kinds of smelly drunks lay about the street, shouting foul at each other and spitting in the passers by. Wolff shakes his head. He mumbles, "Their spit might be poisonous enough to kill someone."

Here and there, guards in uniform stand with blaster rifles poised. What they are trying to accomplish is anyone's guess, as everybody on the street carries a weapon of some kind.

Something attracts Wolff's attention as he walks past a small podium.

It is a slave auction.

Muscle-clad beings stand on parade... There are also a couple of females. Wolff is sickened by the sight of this. He shudders to think what is to become of them.

An energetic little man darts all over, trying to get his act together. He must be the slave dealer, making a living by selling the lives of other.

Wolff peers through squinted eyes as he sees something out of the ordinary : A young gungan stands between two vicious looking beings. A conservative guess, fourteen, maybe sixteen years old?

The gungan has a green-textured skin. The poor thing stands in agony. It's haillu are torn to ribbons. It clothes barely cover it's entire body. A thick steel leech is bolted around it's neck and it's hands are tied to his back.

Wolff's gut wrenches. Indeed, he has acquired a deep apathy and respect towards gungans since his encounter with Jar Jar, more than twenty years ago.

The force want's Wolff to do something about that gungan. He knows it now. Wolff inquisitively pats his right pocket and takes out a pack of credits.

A dark robed figure also stands amongst the eager buyers. Darth Tranquillitates seems to sense Wolff's intentions and throws him an aggressive look. Wolff sees, but ignores him.

The bidding begins.

Wolff waits patiently as the slaves are sold one by one. A female Khula starts crying as her new owner jerks her along on a chain. Wolff shudders, but he doesn't intervene ; he can't afford to cause a scene now.

After a long wait, the bidding starts on the gungan.

The slave dealer walks over to the gungan and sticks his forefinger, lifting the gungan's upper lip showing it's teeth. The gungan seems to resist passively, the slave dealer doesn't seem to care a bit.

"Hes tees are goot, he's hewthy, he'll be e haaard worker! Beddeng sterts et for handwed cwedits!"

Wolff immediately accepts. Tranquillitates raises the bet. Another raises the bet again.

The bidding continues furiously, but the other interested bidders stop their bidding at six hundred credits. Wolff and Tranquillitates bid aggressively, raising the stakes to well over one thousand.

Tranquillitates reasons that his Ndi'Chro will repay him, no matter what it costs. Wolff has a strict cash limit and decides to cut the bidding short. He shouts out, "I'll take the gungan for two hundred grams of pure gold, that's my final offer!"

Tranquillitates hisses as he hears this, Wolff has out bid him. The greedy dealer swoons and the crowd grows silent. They part in disbelief as Wolff approach the podium. They stare at him : to pay that much for a gungan is lunacy! They aren't good workers and they usually run off at the first given chance.

Wolff drops a small vile of gold dust into the greedy hands of the dealer. "Sawld!" He shouts in delight. The dealer unlocks the gungan and hands Wolff the chain around it's neck.

Wolff leaves the podium swiftly, dragging the gungan behind him.

The young gungan sulks.

Wolff would never treat any being like an animal, but he has to, at least until he is out of the crowd. They would think strange of him if he didn't and he didn't want to attract attention.

Tranquillitates curses and moves out of the crowd. He disappears into the street.

Wolff sees this and immediately knows that he is heading for a fight.

He quickly drags the gungan in to a deserted ally. Wolff turns towards the gungan and says, "Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you."

The gungan replies with a, "Yeah, Right," look on his face... He obviously doesn't believe a word of it.

Seeing this, Wolff promptly places his right palm on the shoulder of the gungan. It shudders as Wolff uses the force to quiet it's fears. The gungan is stunned by this. It's dried out eyes dart around, obviously trying to avoid eye contact with his keeper.

"I'm glad you understand..." Wolff sais calmly as they re-enter the street.

Tranquillitates stands at the ready waiting for them, "Hand over the gungan, now!" he orders angrily.

Tranquillitates has a dark face with several pieces of rusty jewellery stuck distastefully into it. His white hair is cut in parallel lines, running all across his brow, well into his cape. He wears a pitch black robe.

Wolff pretends to be stupid and replies, "Go buy yourself another slave! I paid d*mnwell enough for this one... As far as I know, gungans aren't even good workhorses either."

Tranquillitates, seeing that talking won't persuade Wolff, draws his light sabre. "Bzzzz!" It emits a sinister red beam of energy. Wolff whips out his cathode sabre. It ignites with a hiss and emits a long white arc of energy.

The gungan ducts out of the way as the two sabres meet in midair. It stays on the ground, dumb struck, staring in cold shock.

Sabres clash as the two adversaries fight furiously.

Wolff remains relatively calm throughout. Tranquillitates fights aggressively and tries to impale him several times... Wolff evades the sith's deadly stokes with little effort.

Tranquillitates makes a gesture with his left hand and a wooden box flies towards Wolff's forhead. Lucky, he anticipated this and quickly ducts out of the way. The box hits someone in the crowd.

Having done this, Tranquillitates has made him open for an attack! The cathode beam crackles as Wolff plunges it into the fiend's chest.

Tranquillitates falls back, grasping his burning chest with both his hands. His sabre falls to the ground. It is nabbed immediately.

With the last of his fading breath he utters, "...You can't win Jedi!"

Tranquillitates drops to his knees, coughing and unable to breathe. Wolff kills his sabre as he approaches the dying sith. He replies in a stern, sarcastic voice, "Just too bad... I'm no jedi!"

Tranquillitates groans and falls face first into the dirt. He dies kicking, his studded tongue pops out of his mouth.

Wolff takes a defensive look around. A group of curious observers had gathered around. To one side, a dug lies dead, with a wooden box broken over it's head. It's weapons, money and clothes had already been stolen.

The young gungan is no-where to be seen. Wolff quickly scans his surrounding and mumbles, worried, "Please tell me he didn't run off!"

Just then, a guard in uniform approaches. The young gungan squirming in his bionic right hand. The guard asks bluntly, "Is he your's?"

"Yeah, that one's mine," Wolff replies.

The guard hands the gungan back to him, "Thanks."

The guard makes a gesture, asking Wolff to tip him. Wolff takes out a couple of credits and stuffs it into the guard's beckoning hand. The guard runs off without saying thanks.

Wolff stares at the crowd and shows them off with his free hand. They move apart, in part fear and part disbelief as Wolff and the gungan walk swiftly along.