The dark side of the force: Phoenix style
Now for a brief intro: in an experiment gone terribly wrong, the X-men, Brotherhood, and several other of our favorite mutants ( oh dear, I just had a vision of Gambit as Han Solo, 'shiver') are sucked into, you guessed it a galaxy far, far away during the jedi civil war . Jean ends up losing her memory of the X-men and is trained as a jedi (really people telekinesis and telepathy, who else could pull it off) it has a three-year time difference, she disappears a week before everyone else but that week was three years in star wars time. she's the same age because she was sent back three years when she first got there. At the end of those three years( or a week) the other X-men first appear. Get it? Hopefully. I think I do, hmm. Well, here it goes. Oh, the title is relevant by the way. …Foreshadow… My thanks to a friend who's helping me with this.
A long, time ago in a galaxy far, far away:
The gleaming rays of Coruscant's sun shone even brighter when reflected off the silver sky scrapers that engulfed the entire planet. Speeders zoomed by, their flashing colors creating an
artificial rainbow in the air, a much pleasanter picture than the darkness of the crime-ridden underworld on the surface. A dark-haired woman in brown Jedi robes gazed out at the noisy
traffic, fingering the hilt of her lightsaber. A tall, redheaded girl in the same attire only in black, walked up to her and stood silently, looking out the window. After a moment of silence, "It
never ceases to amaze me, that people who can project a holographic image of themselves over thousands of light years, find it necessary to drive like they were being chased by the
entire Sith army to get to a meeting, instead of simply 'calling' to say they'll be late." The woman smiled faintly. "And they say we're a menace." The girl laughed. "I'm glad you're back,
Master. The Council is much too dull." "They're just busy with the Sith threat." "How, by ignoring it?" her apprentice said sarcastically. "Jean," the woman scolded sounding half amused,
half worried, "they're just doing what they think is best. You must learn to trust their wisdom." The young woman frowned. "Maybe so, but I think there comes a time when they must act.
What is to happen to the innocent civilians if they sit by and let the Sith attack. They have a duty to protect people." "Yes, but acting without thinking is just as bad." Jean turned away
but not before her master saw the annoyance in her eyes. There was annoyance, and something more…hostile in her expression. It wasn't the first time; she had seen that look before,
but only once. She remembered when she had first found the girl. It was on her way back from a reconnaissance mission. She had just left the planet's orbit, when she sensed
something. The girl had powerful mental defenses. When she had reached out to try to locate any life forces on board she had encountered a psychic barrier that even her lifetime of
training had difficulty equipping her to overcome. She had glanced briefly into her mind, before a mental wave threw her out. However, that had been time enough to detect a sinister
presence within the child. She had promptly sent a message to the council, activated her lightsaber, and gone to investigate. What she found was a young woman, about fifteen, slipping
in and out of consciousness. She had taken her back to the Jedi Temple, where she had awoken in a few days. When questioned about her past, she couldn't remember. Only her name
came to mind, Jean Grey. It was such an odd name; the Jedi could only guess at her home planet. She had gone to the council to describe the girl's power and offer to train her. She had
not yet taken an apprentice and the girl needed a Jedi master. The ruling body had been, at first, dead set against it. They had sensed, "A great darkness," within her. She had pointed
out that Jean seemed to be more aligned with the light, but without proper training, she would most definitely succumb to her darker side. They had agreed reluctantly, and she had
begun her instruction as soon as the padawan was on her feet again. Everything had gone smoothly until a year later when a mission had taken them to a Sith base on a distant world.
During a fight against several dark jedi, two highly trained Sith had joined the battle. She was young herself and didn't have the experience of her older mentors. She had taken down the
remaining apprentices and had turned to duel the two masters of the force. While battling one of them, the other had used force lightning to send her flying back into the one of the walls.
She had been about to reenter the conflict when Jean jumped in. Keeping one hand on her lightsaber, she had used the other to effortlessly levitate the two traitors to float in front of
her. The weapons lying scattered on the floor began to hover around them. The two Sith didn't seem to be able to move of break free of the invisible force field preventing them from
initiating a counter attack. A faint smile had appeared on the girl's face. Her eyes had flashed malevolently as several blasters raised themselves into the air, aimed at her victim's hearts.
"Jean!" her master had called. She had glanced sharply back at the woman, an utterly uncharacteristic, almost threatening look in her eyes. Then as quickly as it had come, it vanished.
The two Sith crumpled to the floor and the girl walked over to help her mentor. Seeing the look now only reinforced what the Council had been saying for years. This concerned her. She
cared about Jean. After all, the girl was like the daughter she'd never had. They were friends; she didn't want anything to happen to her. If only she could remember her past, that might
hold the key to this mystery. The presence of the dark side was so strong in her, yet it was, at the same time, completely separate. It just didn't make any sense. She sighed in
frustration. "What is it Master?" "Nothing." Ok, time to change the subject. "Jean, the Council is sending you to investigate an odd occurrence on the outer rim." "Surely you have more
information than that. Or do you not trust me enough to tell me?" she replied coldly. "Jean, you know that's ridiculous." "I'm sorry Master, you're right." "It's not that I, or anyone else for
that matter, doubts you," ok so that wasn't completely true, "it's just that we don't really know anything about it. Of course, maybe the Council is just tired of being "dull" as you put it,
and they find the idea of sending you off on some highly dangerous mission without warning amusing." Jean laughed, "Hopefully not. Thank-you Master, I won't disappoint you." She
walked off to pack. The woman turned back to the window. "I know. I just hope you have the choice not to."
Chapter 1: Several very unpleasant awakenings ( not necessarily all of the mutants will be introduced in this chapter I'm not sure yet.)
Tattoine:
"Ughh." A blinding light filled Kurt's eyes when he tried to open them. So he accordingly shut them again. "Vhere am I?" he thought. "Kurt? Are you like ok?" "Kitty?" He raised himself up,
shielding his eyes against the harsh glare of…two suns?" Muttering something about going crazy, he turned to face the voice. "Kitty, vhere are ve?" "Like, I don't know. There was that
flash of light and then everything went black. You know," she said nervously joking, "until we woke up in an oven." "Do you think?" he said amazedly, "Do you think ve travelled through
space?" They glanced around. They were in some sort of town. Several people were moving to and fro as well as several types of bizarre creatures they had never seen before. "So what,
are we like on some alien planet?" Kitty said. "Hey, you valk through valls, and I'm blue and fuzzy. Anything's possible." "Great," she groaned, "now what. The others are like probably
wondering where we are." They glanced uneasily at each other. "Which totally poses the question," "vhere are the others?" he finished.
Malak's ship in orbit above Taris:
Rouge groaned and attempted to move. "Hey she's awake," a sharp, unfamiliar voice said. She opened her eyes. Several people in silver armor or gray uniforms were standing around
her. She tried to move only to find that her hands were bound in some weird sort of handcuffs. "Don't try anything or you'll get an unpleasant jolt," one man said pointing to her bonds. A
tall man walked into the room, which became suddenly silent. "Lord…lord Malak," the same man stuttered. "Why did you contact me, Admiral?" Malak hissed. He was completely bald, but
the top of his head was tattooed . The most unusual feature however, was a metal structure that covered the lower half of his face. He was extremely muscular in build, and he had some
strange sort of metal sword handle hanging from his belt. It was cylindrical with engravings. Rouge was distracted from her observations when the first man spoke again, "It's a prisoner,
lord Malak." "I can see that, Admiral, could you be more specific?" "She just suddenly appeared in a flash of light. She was unconscious. When we tried to move her to a cell," he
shuddered, "one of the guards wasn't in uniform, and when he accidentally touched her, he went pale and fainted on the floor. He's still not responding, but he's alive." The second man
turned to face her. "How interesting." Rouge bit her lip, this wasn't good.
On the surface of Taris:
"Hey kid? You ok?" a stranger's voice asked. Scott reached up to make certain his glasses were still there and opened his eyes. He was lying on some sort of sleeping platform. There
were three people in the room, two strangers, a brown haired man and a black haired woman. The third person was: he moaned. "Alvers." "What's the matter Summers? Aren't you
excited to see me?" "I'd be more excited to see someone else. Preferably someone who wasn't a punk." Lance Alvers, also known as Avalanche, growled at that, "Why I,". The man
stepped in, "Hey! Cool it. We don't need any trouble." Lance stopped but kept his fists clenched. "What's your name kid?" the man said, turning to face Scott. "Scott Summers." "My
name's Carth Onasi and this is Sariah Kharr." "How did we end up here," Scott asked. "I could ask you the same question." The woman spoke, "They don't look like they're with the Sith,
Carth. We might as well tell them where they are." She turned to face the boy. "We're soldiers with the Republic. Our ship was attacked by a Sith fleet that was hunting a powerful Jedi
named Bastila. Her escape pod landed somewhere on this planet like ours. There was a flash of light and you two appeared out of thin air. We pulled you into the escape pod before the
ship exploded. We're the only survivors." Scott remained silent for a moment then, "What's a Jedi? And, what's a Sith?" Carth laughed, "Maybe you hit your head harder than we thought.
Don't you know we're in a war with the Sith?" "Jedi are individuals who can use the force. It allows them to move things with their minds or read others thoughts, things like that. The Sith
are the evil version of Jedi, to put it plainly. The force has a light side and a dark side; they follow the dark side. At least, the force users do. The majority of the Sith are soldiers who
follow their teachings." "They're not very nice either," his companion added. Scott and Lance exchanged confused glances. "You say force users have telepathy and telekinesis?" "Yes." "I
have a friend who has those powers, but she's not a force user." Carth looked at him skeptically, "I didn't think that was possible." "It is, and we, and others have, all kinds of…powers."
"I shoot lasers out of my eyes, but I can't control it so I have to wear these glasses or my visor. Lance can make the earth move." "You're joking right?" In response to this Lance gritted
his teeth and the room began shaking. "Ok! Do you want them to catch you? If what you say is true, they'll be hunting you too. They could use people like you in a fight." "Will you help
us?" Sariah nodded in response, "We will, right Carth?" "Yeah, but you have to help us find Bastila first." "Deal."
Back on Coruscant:
"Logan, wake up." Wolverine sat up and took in his surroundings. Storm was sitting next to him. She sighed with relief, "Good you're awake." "Where the heck are we?" he grumbled. "I
don't know. There was of flash of light and the next thing I knew, I was here. I thought I must be unconscious, but then the same light shone and you appeared. It must have been some
kind of portal." "That still doesn't explain…shh!," he growled. "What is it?" "Someone's coming." They were in a large, grand hallway lined with massive stone pillars. They dove behind
one of these and crouched down, hidden from view. They didn't have to wait long. A figure in black robes and a black cloak passed by them muttering something. They couldn't see the
stranger as he or she had a hood pulled up covering his or her face. However, they caught a few words, "…doesn't trust me…none of them do…never tell me anything…" Abruptly she, it
was a female voice, stopped. The two X-men tensed, getting ready. She stood for a moment then started to walk away. They relaxed. In that moment, the figure wheeled around drawing
some kind of green glowing sword. The teachers jumped out of the way. Logan extended his claws. Storm's eyes clouded and bolts of lightning shimmered around her. The woman waved
her hand and they went flying into a wall. She moved forward, lowering her blade at Storm who was trying to get up. Logan jumped at her, claws ready. He knocked her backwards…and
her hood fell away from her face . "Jean?" She raised him into the air and threw him into a pillar. "Jean! Stop," Storm called, "we're you're friends." The girl titled her head to look at her.
Her eyes were dark and alarming. She smiled coldly and levitated Logan several feet into the air. "Jean!" a voice shouted. She blinked, her eyes returning to normal, and dropped
Wolverine. He landed on his feet, and swiftly retracted his adamantium talons. They searched for the source of the voice. A dark haired woman clad in the same outfit only in a lighter
color, was striding up to them. This second person carried a similar sword in blue. Upon closer examination, Logan could see that while they looked the same at first glance, they actually
had unique engravings on the hilts which were built in different styles. Jean's had a gentle, curving slope while the woman's went straight up and down. "Jean, what's going on here? Are
you all right?" She glanced at Storm and Wolverine. "Who are you two and what are you doing here? If you have business with the Council, I suggest you get going." Storm spoke, "We
apologize for any trouble we've caused. We wouldn't have fought Jean if we had known it was her." The woman looked troubled, "How do you know Jean?" she asked softly. Wolverine
growled, "We might ask you the same question." "She's my apprentice." "Your apprentice?" he growled. Storm asked, "Why did you attack us, Jean. That's not like you." "I'm sorry; you
must have me confused with someone else. I've never seen you in my life." Storm and Wolverine exchanged glances. "What do mean. I've known you since you were a child, Jean," Storm
said. "Yeah, red, don't you recognize us? I mean there are some faces you just don't forget." "Maybe," the woman mused, "you do know her." "What do you mean 'maybe'? Of course we
know her; we're her friends." "What I mean is Jean lost her memory. The Jedi found her three years ago…" "Three years! She's only been missing for a week; it's impossible, unless…"
"Unless that was some kind of portal, and we're in a separate universe where a week in our time was three years in theirs," Storm finished. "How is she the same age though?" They
turned to the woman. "She was fifteen when we found her." "So, she was sent back in time too. I guess it's not that much of a stretch, considering everything else." "Great. That makes
things a lot more complicated," Logan muttered under his breath.