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Kim Possible: Knights of Order
Episode 0: Prologue
Chapter 1: The First Move
Korriban.
Ancient Homeworld of the Sith.
From this dry, red rock, the greatest terrors known to the galaxy have risen, and it is deep below this arid landscape that they now rest in their ancient tombs. Above their hallowed chambers of departed slumber stands the Sith Academy, the proving ground for all who would one day try to claim the title of Darth. Here those citizens who have proven to be adept with the ancient will of the cosmos known only as the Force will compete in hopes of gaining the attention of a Master to apprentice under. It is here in these halls that hatred is born, blood is shed, and passion is fueled all in honor to that most crucial of tenants to which all Sith hold close to their black hearts: Peace is a lie.
It is a tenant that the Dark Council, the ruling body of Sith accountable only to the Emperor, seem to have forgotten in the midst of the Cold War with their ages long rivals - The Republic. It is a weakness that fueled the rage of the hunched over, cloaked figure that entered the Sith Academy that day, followed by a Mandalorian whose hand never strayed far from the blaster at her side.
A man dressed in red armor, decorated with an impressive helmet bearing a large crest on top and a long flowing cape behind him stepped to meet the darkened figure, "Darth Drakken, we were not told of your visit today. The Council is in session and canno-URK."
The man in red, an Imperial guardsman trusted with the defense of the Dark Council who meet at the peak of the Sith Academy, lifted from his place and gripped his throat.
The cloaked figure lifted his head to reveal his blue hued skin, "Bureaucratic nonsense." He turned his head slightly to address his Mandalorian compatriot, "Sheala! The key."
The Mandalorian, dressed in the traditional power armor of her people and painted in deep green and black colors, walked up to the hovering soldier and removed the key card clipped to the guard's belt. The guard's eyes were wide with panic and sought out some form of compassion from the Mando woman as his skin turned pale, but was only met with the icy glare of the visor at the center of the Mandalorian helmet. Sheala turned and slid the key into a small slot next to a massive stone door, "Should I wait out here?"
The hunched over figure cackled, "Even a force blind mercenary like you has more right to walk these halls than the cowards in this room, Sheala." The cloaked Sith stepped through the stone door and let the guard collapse onto the ground into unconsciousness. Sheala looked down at the unmoving guard and shrugged before following her employed into the massive Dark Council Chamber.
"What is the meaning of this?!" A powerful voice erupted as Sheala and Darth Drakken entered the chamber, the voice has a mechanical sound to it as it pierced through the technological filters of the decorated mask of one Darth Baras. The fat Sith stood from his throne and cast his arm out in a posturing pose. His objections were mimicked by the dozen other Sith who sat around the room in the massive thrones.
Darth Drakken's response was direct. From beneath his cloak he threw a small metallic cylinder to the ground of the chamber - a lightsaber - and it was followed by a second object - a charred skull. The room grew quiet for a moment.
The silence was finally broken by the heavy footsteps of the towering Sith known as Darth Marr, his armor a mesh of red and black synthweave that looked almost like flesh. He walked out and lifted the discarded lightsaber into his large hand, "So, it was you, Drakken. I had heard reports of the slaughter on one of the Core Worlds. The markings were so obviously Sith I figured it had to be imitators because I never thought one of ours would be so STUPID as to violate the Treaty before we were ready. I assume this is-"
"Yes." the cloaked Sith known as Darth Drakken said, finally lifting his head and revealing the deep blue skin and red eyes of a Chiss that hid underneath the hood, "It is the remains of the Jedi Council member formerly called Jaric Kaedan."
The chamber hall erupted in shouts and yelling that called for the immediate death of Drakken. Marr appeared to agree as he ignited his own lightsaber, a brilliant beam of red light and charged at Drakken.
Drakken threw off his cloak and stood up from his crouched position to reveal the body of a seven foot tall Chiss-cyborg that released his own lightsaber, a shadowy black mean that cracked with a deep red lightning around the edges. The two blades clashed and sent sparks flying out around the room. The other Sith Lords stood from their thrones and each began to reach for their own sabers went they caught from the corner of their eyes, the Mandalorian woman who had entered with Drakken standing near the door with a large blaster pistol in each hand and trained on the two lines of thrones on each side of the hall. It was quickly clear that this duel was not going to be interrupted without a fight.
Marr's saber collided with Drakken's again and again as the two began the heated dance of battle across the center of the large stone room. A side swide countered, a low sweep leapt over, an overhead blow parried - the cyborg and the legendary warrior were evenly matched. That was until a slight crunch noise was heard when Marr blocked a massive one-handed swing from Drakken using both of his hands. Marr glanced from behind his helmet down as his chest quickly to see a modified thermal detonator - an explosive powerful enough the level the entire room - clamped onto his chest with spider like legs that dug deep into his armor, "What treachery is this, Drakken?"
"I tire of your politicking and scheming. I ache for blood shed and power. This council has bought into a lie for their own pathetic gains and cowered at the heels of an invisible Emperor for far too long," Drakken screamed. His voice growing shriller with each word, "Do you really think we are unready to purge the Jedi? Do you think us weak? IT IS THIS COUNCIL WHO IS WEAK, MARR. And unlike your pathetic whimpers of treaties-" Drakken lifted up one boot and kicked Marr away in the chest, clicking the activator on the detonator as he did, "I WILL NOT RELENT UNTIL I HAVE ACHIEVED WHAT I DESIRE!"
The other Sith scrambled as far as they could from Marr. Drakken stood tall and watched as the light blinked faster and faster. Sheala stepped outside the door and sealed it shut. Marr reached down and tried to rip the device out only to be shocked whenever he attempted, "You would betray the Sith?"
Drakken grinned, "No Marr. I am the only one in this room that IS Sith."
The Sith Academy shook with the explosion. Unprecedented levels of fear and panic erupted across the students, apprentices and other masters but any who attempted to reach the Upper Levels found the elevators disabled.
Finally, the stone doors of the Dark Council Chambers slid open. Heavy boots slam on the ground as a lone figure emerged from the room, backlit by the hole that had been blown open in the side of the Academy's pyramid structure. The figure stepped over the corpses of five Imperial Guards riddled with blaster fire and approached the Mandalorian standing the hall with the control panel to the elevator in her hand. She had her helmet off, exposing her rich green Mirialan skin decorated with black geometric tattoos and bright yellow eyes, her mane of silky and shining black hair trailed back and not showing a sign of being under a helmet for most of the day. She looked up at the figure and smiled, "Lord Fist called. We good?"
Darth Drakken, his armor ripped apart and exposing the various cybernetic components that made up his body, and his blue skin now decorated with black and blood red as two-thirds of his face were covered in third degree burns, much of his black mullet of hair burned off as well, "Indeed. This will be a good tale for the annals of Clan Go, don't you think?"
The two exited the Sith Academy on foot. No one dared to stop them.
Meanwhile, on the planet Tython, home of the Jedi, a red-headed girl twists and turns in her sleep. Her dreams are haunted by the visions of a city burning, of a Jedi Master being tortured and burnt alive, and a pair of shadowy figures ripping a strange crystal pendant out of the bones. Her green eyes snapped open and she ran through the halls of the Jedi Temple to her Master's quarters, "Master Orgus!"
Orgus Din, who often referred to himself as the crotchety old man of the Jedi Council was enjoying some tea while meditating. He let his right eye open to look at the panicked padawan that had burst into his chambers, "I suppose you wouldn't be MY student if you had any sense to knock. What is it, Kim?"
Kim tried to catch her breath for a second and then spoke, "I had a vision. I think Master Kaedan is dead. In fact, I think "
Both of Orgus Din's eyes were open now, "Sit, Kim. Tell me everything you saw."
Kim crossed her legs as she sat down. Her breaths still deep as she unable to compose herself, "There uh… There was a city. I think it was on Brentaal IV. And it was on fire. Like the whole city. And there were these two guys. I think they were Sith. They killed Master Kaedan and took something from his body."
Orgus nodded as Kim recounted her dream. A troubled look on his brow, "Perhaps it was just a dream, Kim?"
"I don't think so, Master. It felt so real. Like it was happening right now. Right in front of me."
Orgus Din smiled and patted his padawan on the shoulder, "We all have bad dreams, Kim. Mine are like that too. Even though it was something that happened before the Sacking of Coruscant, it felt so real."
"-But Master, I wasn't-"
"Go back to bed, Kim. I'll talk to the Council about this tomorrow so don't worry about it. If it was really a vision of something that bad, I'm sure you weren't the only one to feel it."
Kim frowned and left her master's quarters, glancing back at his smile as the door slid shut.
As soon as the latch clicked, the smile dropped from Orgus Din's face. Her turned to his holocommunicator and pushed a few buttons. The image of a woman appeared dressed in long Jedi robes that would often be used as bed garments, "This better be good, Orgus."
"Satele. They broke the treaty. And they took Jaric's key."
A/N: This story was a request from 't-rex989' who challenged me to make a Kim Possible/Star Wars crossover. This is actually set more during The Old Republic timeline than the movies or anything, namely because that's what I'm MOST familiar with after writing Story Summaries for every class in the game. I have no idea how long the chapters will be for this one or how often it will update, but I had a good idea to go along with the request so I figured It'd give me something to fiddle with while I work on ideas for Butterfly Wings. This is also the first Crossover I've ever written, so this should be interesting.