Okay so first thing is first, I don't own Star Wars, I don't own Clone Wars, it is all part of Lucas Arts/Disney now. However this story is my own and I will *TRY* / *Attempt*/*endeavor* to stick as close to canon as humanly possible with writing an OC story. : ) Enjoy. -I know this is kinda late.-
Prologue
You must know this, what I write today is true, I was unsure in the beginning, though I could only deny it for so long. Wait, I am sorry. I appear to be getting ahead of myself here, maybe it would be best to start from the beginning.
My home was in the lower east side, a small apartment on the third floor, alone I might add, I hadn't always been the best of company. I had just been let go of my second job this year so far, another step forward to finding the right job for me, I always thought, maybe just something to keep me going. I entered my studio apartment, and turned on the air conditioner, a window unit, old, rusted and didn't work half the time. Unfortunately my apartment faced the sun, so for the first half of the day it was sticky and blistering hot, while in the evenings it was a comfortable cool. Walking into the kitchen I looked in the fridge, nothing but an old jar of mayonnaise, which I was too afraid to open, a jar of pickles, which I had second doubts about and an almost empty bottle of gin. Pouring myself the last glass of gin, while opening a can of Spam which I had gotten from the corner store on the way home using the last of my savings, it was time to call home again and hoped that my mother answered. Strained was a nice way to explain the relationship between my father and myself since squandering the scholarship, funny enough he was the one that dared me to find a job with my new, and for myself, useless degree. Any way, I cut the spam into fourths to attempt to preserve it as long as I can, and placed it in the microwave. Looking around the room I scouted for anything that would probably fetch me enough to make rent this month, though that seemed impossible as most my possessions where already gone, pawned at one time or another to pay a bill for this or that. "This is the life..." I said with a sigh. Grabbing the spam I walked to the couch which faced a barren wall. Taking a seat on the couch, which I might add, was a third generation hand-me-down from my grandparents, a going away present for college. When I got it, you never would have known it was used, I on the other hand had effectively destroyed it with late night parties and excursions I dare not bring to light. I watched the dust swirl with the movement of the air in the apartment. The little things to entertain myself, I had grown bored of television one night, and decided to get rid of it, gave it to my downstairs neighbor, couldn't bring myself to ask for it back. It had been used mostly for watching old VHS tapes, again I will not incriminate myself. As I took a bite of the nutritious meal I had purchased and opened for myself, I began to think where it all went wrong. My life, always one of excitement and pleasure in my college years had all but dried up when I left. It had ended up being a complete waste of time, the degree I got proved to be useless in finding any real job explaining my lack of a career, but moving on. I sat there blankly, my mind long gone, somewhere very far away. I raised the glass to my lips trying to obtain the last drops of my drink, which to my dismay seemed to had disappeared. "Get me away from this place, send me somewhere far away, where I am can start fresh." I sighed as I dropped the glass on the carpet. "I want to be someone new, somewhere where I can actually start a life." I laid back on the couch and passed into a deep sleep, one that I wished I may never awaken from. Little did I know, something very interesting that night would occur, that I, out of all the millions of people that inhabit the local area would miss out on.
Here is my adventure, everything that has happened up until this point. I leave this to you, I hope that you will send it out, that I will be rescued before it is too late. "May the Force be with you, my friend."
As I was saying, that night something strange and miraculous happened. That night as I lay on the couch I had a vision, I was being sucked into darkness, light faded as I went in further, it was suffocating and crushing me. I was dying, I could see it happening before my eyes, then a bright flash, all I could see was the colour purple. I was startled awake and was lying there in a pool of sweat. "I was dying!" I screamed through gasps for breath. I moved to the window, hoping for some fresh air. Looking into the window I could see my reflection, I was pale my light brown hair soaked in sweat. It was then in the distance I noticed a light, what was weird is that I live in the city, your can't see stars here, and the moon is normally the only light in the sky, but this shone bright, brighter than any star I had ever seen. At a closer look i realized it was indeed much different than any star I had ever seen, its glow was off colour, a tinge of purple and glowing brighter by the second. The light it was getting closer, did that mean that there was a star going to crash into the earth? "Well shit, there goes the planet." Standing at the window the light grew closer and closer until the colour invaded my apartment. I began to feel heavy, as if some sort of force was on my back weighting me down. I fell to the floor and slowly began to drift away, into a state beyond conscienceless.
I began to dream, another dream of darkness, but instead a bright beautiful light pulling me from the darkness. Entering the light I saw a garden, beautiful lush grass, a large stone sitting next to a small oak, in the background there was a small home, there were small children with what seemed like tails coming from their heads. They were running around in the garden now and playing some kind of game of tag. In a flash there was flame, the children lying in the burning garden, face down in the dirt. Over everything was a dark hooded figure, with lighting coursing from his finger tips. I could feel the heat from the fire touching my face, this was no dream, and in a flash it was all gone only the blackness, and a small humming sound in the background that steadily grew louder.
I awoke to the banging of what seemed like rockets, at first thinking noisy kids playing in the street outside my window, but I felt air, a lot of air, and the same. They were standing there chatting as bombs burst around us, unperturbed by the danger. I asked the man next to me, the only one with his helmet removed. "Umm... where are we?" He was tall, a dark trimmed beard wrapped around his chin, complementing his tanned skin and the hard lines in his face, a face that was accustomed to war.
"Commander Vorru, are you okay?" He said with a worried stare. "It was your idea that we attack the Aargonar... You even requested that Master Mundi and General Bultar join the battle." I had done what!? Wait, no, this was just a dream, I was still asleep on the couch, everything from the purple light in the night sky to the visions and this war zone. However, this as strange at it felt, did feel real. The hot air going into my nostrils, the sweat coming from my brow. The air was dry and hot beyond belief. Was in the desert, and if I was, how did I get here?
"Umm.. Yes, of course. The attack on, Aargonar. Sorry, must have just slipped my mind."
"General Mundi is moving his troops to join our location, he took out the artillery to our south, while the General Swan is moving east from their forward base, it is now in our hands. Our job is to provoke and engage the bulk of the separatist forces. You went over the plan in the briefing." Hmm... this sounded good, everything was protected, the separatist, which at this point could only guess to be my enemy, was routed at what seemed like two key locations, which is why I knew there was no way in hell this was my plan. I could never think of anything this good. However, like I said before, this felt much to real to be a dream, and to alien to be reality, where was Aargonar, somewhere in the middle east was my guess, and what was with the new uniforms for the military. As I pondered upon this, the vehicle started to drop, with a hasty thud and the large metal doors
slid open to reveal a barren wasteland, with robots as far as the eye could see.
"Are those the separatists?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face. First looks of horror and confusion, then their faces started to lighten and a few began to chuckle.
"Who knew Jedi had a sense of humor!?" They laughed as they touched down on the sun baked terrain. I laughed nervously as I followed them down to the ground.
"What is a Jedi?"