A/N Oki, this is the EDITED VERSION, meaning I have read through it a total of 8 times, and hopefully I got all most of the typos, and played around with a few things to make them clearer in my opinion.
NOTE- For those of you who have already read this, Noelani and Nuju are the same character, Lynzei and I desided a few days after I posted the first part that we really disliked the name Nuju, so, we changed it. Noelani is so much prettier.
No, I don't own any Star Wars stuff, and if I did, you can bet i'd be auctioning it of on eBay. But anyway, why would i be writing this is I actually owned it? I mean, then all my chars and story libes would be IN a movie, which would be really cool if you think about it. And besides if I owned Star Wars, then wouldn't this be called iownthissohaha.net?
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A dark figure moved slowly through the streets of Crimson Corridor in the Capital planet of Coruscant. The Crimson Corridor was better known as the slums of Coruscant. It was the best place to hide because it was the last place anyone would look. Following the winding roads and dodging gangs like the Raptors and the beggars that resided on every street corner wasn't the easiest tack. The figure's movement was hindered by a small bundle it held. The figure looked at her commlink line that had a built in location device.
"So, if I take this street," she mumbled in a soft voice. "And then turn right here, and go upward a few levels, that should bring me straight to the Jedi Temple." The woman looked at the bundle she was holding, she brushed the cloth softly, and the head of a human baby appeared from under it. "Just a little farther, precious." She whispered to the baby. She quickly hid its face, and made her way to the temple.
The twos stood in front of the Jedi Temple. The woman lowered her hood, and gave the sleeping baby a quick smile.
"You will have a better life here," the woman smiled at her baby, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. "They will train you as a Jedi. I am sure of it. I have to leave you here now, alright? My little girl. You understand, don't you? You aren't safe with me anymore. I promise you will have a better life here." A smile tugged at the woman's lips as she struggled to stop crying. The baby's sea green eyes opened, and smile at her mother. "I love you," the woman said, trying desperately to stay composed. "Goodbye my beautiful girl, I love you." She kissed the baby's forehead and ran her fingers over her black peach-fuzz hair. The Woman reluctantly placed the her down next to the door of the Temple. Trying to stay unnoticed, the woman then retreated into the shadows.
Qui-Gon Jinn approached the Jedi Temple. The young Padawan was to give his report on the Revolution in a small planet on the outer arms of the Galaxy. That was his trial, to bring forth a peaceful revolution. He had succeeded, and couldn't wait to have the title of Jedi Knight bestowed on him. A small bundle lay at the door to the temple. The bundle moved, and then began to wail. Qui-Gon picked it up, and the bundle revealed itself as a human baby. It's face was red from screaming. Qui-Gon wondered why someone would leave an infant out in the streets by itself. The baby continued to wail. He felt her send out invisible waves into the air. He was surprised, for such a small child, she was very Force Sensitive. Qui-Gon reached into the Force. The Force was like an invisible mist that flowed and danced around him. He seized the Force to comfort the infant, and she slowly fell asleep. He examined the bundle, and the only thing that he found was a small piece of paper with an almost illegible scrawl that read:
Amalié
Qui-Gon stood in front of the Jedi Council. A smile tugged at his lips, but he forced himself to keep a straight face. He had just delivered his news of a peaceful revolution. The senior members of the council nodded. Mace Windu stood up.
"We have agreed to bestow on you the title of Jedi Knight. Congratulations, Master Qui-Gon Jinn." He said. Qui-Gon bowed respectively.
"Now, a mentor you must be. Choose a Padawan you must." Yoda said in a calm voice.
"Yes Master Yoda," Qui-Gon agreed. "May I ask, what will happen to the child?" he asked, referring to Amalié.
"Trained, she will be. The Force is strong with her." Yoda said. Mace Windu held up a hand, as if to dismiss him. Qui-Gon bowed.
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Amalié sat in the library. She was now thirteen years old, and soon she would either be chosen as a Padawan, and have a Jedi Master for a mentor, or be sent to the to become a Fungus farmer but to stay close to the Force. She studied hard. Amalié brushed a strand of her jet black hair out that had fallen out of its low bun behind her ear. She absolutely HAD to become a Jedi. There was nothing she wanted more. She had lost her focus on her school work. She bit her lip and recited the Jedi Code. She felt a ripple in the Force as someone sat down next to her. She looked over at the smiling face of another Padawan. He was her age, with short spikey brown hair and eyes.
"Hey Amie!" he said casually.
"Hi Obi-Wan." She replied. Obi-Wan Kenobi was probably the most skilled Padawan in her age group. He was very headstrong and could do just about anything. He especially gifted in lightsaber battles and peaceful negation.
"Studying?" he asked.
"Yeah. For Master Yoda's quiz tomorrow," Amalié said with a scowl. She quickly changed her factian expression. There is no emotion; there is only peace. She remembered the Code. Obi-Wan chuckled.
"Master Yoda's quizzes are always the worst," Obi-Wan agreed. "What's it on, anyway?"
"Sith." Amalié said. Sith was probably her least favourite subject. She remembered with a shiver when she was seven. Amalié had let it slip out that she had no memories of her parents (most had once in their lives met their parents), someone started the rumor that she was a Sith, the other Padawans had called her a 'Sith Child.' It also hadn't helped that her best friend, Noelani Noname had been a Dathonirian, deep with the dark side. That was before she was sent to IG-28. Obi-Wan gave her a sympathetic look.
"So. Hey, have you gotten a mentor yet?" Obi-Wan asked, despite his skill, the Jedi Masters were hesitant to choose him as a Padawan.
"Not yet," she sighed.
"Don't worry about it," Obi-Wan said, "you're great with Force Manipulation, and I bet you're deadly with a lightsaber." He gave her a friendly smile. Amalié smiled and lifted up a light on the table using the Force. Obi-Wan laughed and manipulated pieces of paper and pens to make shadow puppets. They both laughed.
"Padawans," a voice said sternly behind them. "This is not the place to fool around." Amalié looked up at the Master. She was old with a drooping face and grey hair pulled back into a tight bun.
"Sorry Master," the two mumbled, trying to suppress giggles.
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A Dathomirian lay sprawled on top of a cool metal bench bolted to the whitewashed concrete wall. The room she was prisoner in consisted of nothing but four white walls, each holding a large Ortoloan screen in the very center which constantly crackled on and off playing Max Rebo's and Sy Snootles' newest galaxy hit. The Ortoloan screen's, however large they were, were really kept for one purpose, that purpose being to let they hear and watch your every move. Nothing would go unnoticed, and never in a lifetime or your stay in the IG-28 would you discover who they were. Upon awaking, she blinked her moonlike yellow eyes to again become accustomed to the flooding white light. It was never possible to keep your eyes entirely open in one of these rooms, for the consequences of doing so would mean blindness. Trying not to concentrate too long on fixing her blood and sweat stained tunic, she gathered herself and started to walk over to the provisions droid. Her right pant leg became caught under her boot and unwillingly she fell to the ground.
The screen behind her crackled and spit out in a harsh tone, "Unit 7083, Noelani Noname, get up from the floor. Unit 7083, Noelani Noname, get up from the floor."
Spitting blood from her mouth, she tried to stand but fell once more. A flood of pain wiped out all feeling in her leg as the droid beside her sent out an electric bolt hurtled at the leg that had caused the problem. Breathing hard, she tried once more to lift herself from the ground and suddenly an outside force grabbed her by the arm and stood her on her feet. Trying to make herself as lethargic to the pain as possible for morning role call, she felt the presence of the master. The Master of IG-28 was a alien bounty hunter of old age and a droopy face, if it had not been for his absolute greed for money he would have been dead by this point. The door opened at the usual hour, if time existed here, and the master stood at his regular post with today's buyer. Everyday people were brought from all over the galaxy to by the creatures found in IG-28, for they were known to be able to do anything for a low monthly fee. The human at the door hid his face with a large black robe, and his fingers knelt against one another in the center of his chest. With flowing movements, he entered the room to inspect the girl that could possibly be his lackey for a few months time.
"This is one of the best ones yet for your type of job Darth Sidious!" Said Master.
"I am very aware of that Zuckuss," said the tall hooded figure.
"She is a Dathomirian... very well bred! See the light blue tint of her skin, the bold black markings on her face and arms, and the thickness of her soft orange hair. Look!" he said prodding her in the side with his long metal walking bar, "Very strong in the torso and legs."
"Where are her trade Dathomirian horns or lekku?"
"Oh, ha ha! See here Noelani, take off the bands."
Slowly she undid the six bands that made her only long hairs encircle her three hidden lekku. As she took them out, her lekku fell upon the rest of her short hair that had been combed back.
"Wonderful aren't they! She is truly one of a kind!" Bargained Master.
"Why do you hide them?"
"She hides them..."
"I want her to answer."
Noelani stood dumbfounded. No one had ever asked her a question, it was forbidden. Master talked for her. If she was to talk they would bring her back to The Cell, and that was far worse than death. She looked to Master for help as he nodded slowly.
"I hide them because they punish me by th..."
The driod across the room that had shocked her earlier had started up again; she knew what was coming next. A 50v electric shock was thrown at her throat where the voice had come from. She was thrown against the back wall leaving a bloody mark as she fell to the ground. The buyer turned to her as she lay there, half conscious.
"That's it... I expected more," he said amused.
Her yellow eyes sprung open. That comment seemed to awaken a memory deep inside her and her hate swelled until it became unbearable. From the ground, her focused all her energy on the droid across the room. Suddenly it lifted high above the ground and flew into the screen breaking in to pieces. Electric shocks leaped out destroying the remaining three and the charred pieces were logged into the provisions droid disconnected it's power supply. Regaining energy she lifted herself from the floor and sprung at the buyer's neck with all her strength.
"You destroyed my family! You murdered my father! You took me away from Amalié!" She screamed over the defying noise generated from the explosions.
With a quick motion of his hand Darth Sidious stopped her in mid-air and flew her against the wall once more. A large piece of glass flew into her left arm, pinning her to the wall as blood fell into the puddle on the floor. The blood loss soon contributed to unconsciousness and her struggle was over.
Using the force, Darth Sidious removed the glass shard and carried her at arm's length. Zuckuss stood dumbfounded at the sight of all her precious money lost.
"I'll take her and pay for all the damage to your prison."
"This is the eighth room this month, Palpatine!"
"I told you to never use my name in this situation, NEVER!" He growled as he held Zuckuss 3 inches off the floor by his neck using the incredible dark side of the force.
"Sorry," he Zuckuss choked.
"Now tell me one thing, did you know this Dathomirian could use the force like that?"
"Of course I did! Got her from a Jedi, besides, why do you think I brought you to her first?! You are the only one willing to buy and pay for the damages of those kinds of creatures!"
"Who is this Amalié she spoke of?"
"I'm not sure, perhaps a childhood friend, then again it could have been her previous master, a Jedi."
"A Jedi? It is of no concern to me! Just like her father, Darth Maul would have been proud. Not to worry, his death will bring her to the dark side... in time she will end what he began."
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A/N What do ya think? Please R and R!!
NOTE- For those of you who have already read this, Noelani and Nuju are the same character, Lynzei and I desided a few days after I posted the first part that we really disliked the name Nuju, so, we changed it. Noelani is so much prettier.
No, I don't own any Star Wars stuff, and if I did, you can bet i'd be auctioning it of on eBay. But anyway, why would i be writing this is I actually owned it? I mean, then all my chars and story libes would be IN a movie, which would be really cool if you think about it. And besides if I owned Star Wars, then wouldn't this be called iownthissohaha.net?
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A dark figure moved slowly through the streets of Crimson Corridor in the Capital planet of Coruscant. The Crimson Corridor was better known as the slums of Coruscant. It was the best place to hide because it was the last place anyone would look. Following the winding roads and dodging gangs like the Raptors and the beggars that resided on every street corner wasn't the easiest tack. The figure's movement was hindered by a small bundle it held. The figure looked at her commlink line that had a built in location device.
"So, if I take this street," she mumbled in a soft voice. "And then turn right here, and go upward a few levels, that should bring me straight to the Jedi Temple." The woman looked at the bundle she was holding, she brushed the cloth softly, and the head of a human baby appeared from under it. "Just a little farther, precious." She whispered to the baby. She quickly hid its face, and made her way to the temple.
The twos stood in front of the Jedi Temple. The woman lowered her hood, and gave the sleeping baby a quick smile.
"You will have a better life here," the woman smiled at her baby, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. "They will train you as a Jedi. I am sure of it. I have to leave you here now, alright? My little girl. You understand, don't you? You aren't safe with me anymore. I promise you will have a better life here." A smile tugged at the woman's lips as she struggled to stop crying. The baby's sea green eyes opened, and smile at her mother. "I love you," the woman said, trying desperately to stay composed. "Goodbye my beautiful girl, I love you." She kissed the baby's forehead and ran her fingers over her black peach-fuzz hair. The Woman reluctantly placed the her down next to the door of the Temple. Trying to stay unnoticed, the woman then retreated into the shadows.
Qui-Gon Jinn approached the Jedi Temple. The young Padawan was to give his report on the Revolution in a small planet on the outer arms of the Galaxy. That was his trial, to bring forth a peaceful revolution. He had succeeded, and couldn't wait to have the title of Jedi Knight bestowed on him. A small bundle lay at the door to the temple. The bundle moved, and then began to wail. Qui-Gon picked it up, and the bundle revealed itself as a human baby. It's face was red from screaming. Qui-Gon wondered why someone would leave an infant out in the streets by itself. The baby continued to wail. He felt her send out invisible waves into the air. He was surprised, for such a small child, she was very Force Sensitive. Qui-Gon reached into the Force. The Force was like an invisible mist that flowed and danced around him. He seized the Force to comfort the infant, and she slowly fell asleep. He examined the bundle, and the only thing that he found was a small piece of paper with an almost illegible scrawl that read:
Amalié
Qui-Gon stood in front of the Jedi Council. A smile tugged at his lips, but he forced himself to keep a straight face. He had just delivered his news of a peaceful revolution. The senior members of the council nodded. Mace Windu stood up.
"We have agreed to bestow on you the title of Jedi Knight. Congratulations, Master Qui-Gon Jinn." He said. Qui-Gon bowed respectively.
"Now, a mentor you must be. Choose a Padawan you must." Yoda said in a calm voice.
"Yes Master Yoda," Qui-Gon agreed. "May I ask, what will happen to the child?" he asked, referring to Amalié.
"Trained, she will be. The Force is strong with her." Yoda said. Mace Windu held up a hand, as if to dismiss him. Qui-Gon bowed.
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Amalié sat in the library. She was now thirteen years old, and soon she would either be chosen as a Padawan, and have a Jedi Master for a mentor, or be sent to the to become a Fungus farmer but to stay close to the Force. She studied hard. Amalié brushed a strand of her jet black hair out that had fallen out of its low bun behind her ear. She absolutely HAD to become a Jedi. There was nothing she wanted more. She had lost her focus on her school work. She bit her lip and recited the Jedi Code. She felt a ripple in the Force as someone sat down next to her. She looked over at the smiling face of another Padawan. He was her age, with short spikey brown hair and eyes.
"Hey Amie!" he said casually.
"Hi Obi-Wan." She replied. Obi-Wan Kenobi was probably the most skilled Padawan in her age group. He was very headstrong and could do just about anything. He especially gifted in lightsaber battles and peaceful negation.
"Studying?" he asked.
"Yeah. For Master Yoda's quiz tomorrow," Amalié said with a scowl. She quickly changed her factian expression. There is no emotion; there is only peace. She remembered the Code. Obi-Wan chuckled.
"Master Yoda's quizzes are always the worst," Obi-Wan agreed. "What's it on, anyway?"
"Sith." Amalié said. Sith was probably her least favourite subject. She remembered with a shiver when she was seven. Amalié had let it slip out that she had no memories of her parents (most had once in their lives met their parents), someone started the rumor that she was a Sith, the other Padawans had called her a 'Sith Child.' It also hadn't helped that her best friend, Noelani Noname had been a Dathonirian, deep with the dark side. That was before she was sent to IG-28. Obi-Wan gave her a sympathetic look.
"So. Hey, have you gotten a mentor yet?" Obi-Wan asked, despite his skill, the Jedi Masters were hesitant to choose him as a Padawan.
"Not yet," she sighed.
"Don't worry about it," Obi-Wan said, "you're great with Force Manipulation, and I bet you're deadly with a lightsaber." He gave her a friendly smile. Amalié smiled and lifted up a light on the table using the Force. Obi-Wan laughed and manipulated pieces of paper and pens to make shadow puppets. They both laughed.
"Padawans," a voice said sternly behind them. "This is not the place to fool around." Amalié looked up at the Master. She was old with a drooping face and grey hair pulled back into a tight bun.
"Sorry Master," the two mumbled, trying to suppress giggles.
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A Dathomirian lay sprawled on top of a cool metal bench bolted to the whitewashed concrete wall. The room she was prisoner in consisted of nothing but four white walls, each holding a large Ortoloan screen in the very center which constantly crackled on and off playing Max Rebo's and Sy Snootles' newest galaxy hit. The Ortoloan screen's, however large they were, were really kept for one purpose, that purpose being to let they hear and watch your every move. Nothing would go unnoticed, and never in a lifetime or your stay in the IG-28 would you discover who they were. Upon awaking, she blinked her moonlike yellow eyes to again become accustomed to the flooding white light. It was never possible to keep your eyes entirely open in one of these rooms, for the consequences of doing so would mean blindness. Trying not to concentrate too long on fixing her blood and sweat stained tunic, she gathered herself and started to walk over to the provisions droid. Her right pant leg became caught under her boot and unwillingly she fell to the ground.
The screen behind her crackled and spit out in a harsh tone, "Unit 7083, Noelani Noname, get up from the floor. Unit 7083, Noelani Noname, get up from the floor."
Spitting blood from her mouth, she tried to stand but fell once more. A flood of pain wiped out all feeling in her leg as the droid beside her sent out an electric bolt hurtled at the leg that had caused the problem. Breathing hard, she tried once more to lift herself from the ground and suddenly an outside force grabbed her by the arm and stood her on her feet. Trying to make herself as lethargic to the pain as possible for morning role call, she felt the presence of the master. The Master of IG-28 was a alien bounty hunter of old age and a droopy face, if it had not been for his absolute greed for money he would have been dead by this point. The door opened at the usual hour, if time existed here, and the master stood at his regular post with today's buyer. Everyday people were brought from all over the galaxy to by the creatures found in IG-28, for they were known to be able to do anything for a low monthly fee. The human at the door hid his face with a large black robe, and his fingers knelt against one another in the center of his chest. With flowing movements, he entered the room to inspect the girl that could possibly be his lackey for a few months time.
"This is one of the best ones yet for your type of job Darth Sidious!" Said Master.
"I am very aware of that Zuckuss," said the tall hooded figure.
"She is a Dathomirian... very well bred! See the light blue tint of her skin, the bold black markings on her face and arms, and the thickness of her soft orange hair. Look!" he said prodding her in the side with his long metal walking bar, "Very strong in the torso and legs."
"Where are her trade Dathomirian horns or lekku?"
"Oh, ha ha! See here Noelani, take off the bands."
Slowly she undid the six bands that made her only long hairs encircle her three hidden lekku. As she took them out, her lekku fell upon the rest of her short hair that had been combed back.
"Wonderful aren't they! She is truly one of a kind!" Bargained Master.
"Why do you hide them?"
"She hides them..."
"I want her to answer."
Noelani stood dumbfounded. No one had ever asked her a question, it was forbidden. Master talked for her. If she was to talk they would bring her back to The Cell, and that was far worse than death. She looked to Master for help as he nodded slowly.
"I hide them because they punish me by th..."
The driod across the room that had shocked her earlier had started up again; she knew what was coming next. A 50v electric shock was thrown at her throat where the voice had come from. She was thrown against the back wall leaving a bloody mark as she fell to the ground. The buyer turned to her as she lay there, half conscious.
"That's it... I expected more," he said amused.
Her yellow eyes sprung open. That comment seemed to awaken a memory deep inside her and her hate swelled until it became unbearable. From the ground, her focused all her energy on the droid across the room. Suddenly it lifted high above the ground and flew into the screen breaking in to pieces. Electric shocks leaped out destroying the remaining three and the charred pieces were logged into the provisions droid disconnected it's power supply. Regaining energy she lifted herself from the floor and sprung at the buyer's neck with all her strength.
"You destroyed my family! You murdered my father! You took me away from Amalié!" She screamed over the defying noise generated from the explosions.
With a quick motion of his hand Darth Sidious stopped her in mid-air and flew her against the wall once more. A large piece of glass flew into her left arm, pinning her to the wall as blood fell into the puddle on the floor. The blood loss soon contributed to unconsciousness and her struggle was over.
Using the force, Darth Sidious removed the glass shard and carried her at arm's length. Zuckuss stood dumbfounded at the sight of all her precious money lost.
"I'll take her and pay for all the damage to your prison."
"This is the eighth room this month, Palpatine!"
"I told you to never use my name in this situation, NEVER!" He growled as he held Zuckuss 3 inches off the floor by his neck using the incredible dark side of the force.
"Sorry," he Zuckuss choked.
"Now tell me one thing, did you know this Dathomirian could use the force like that?"
"Of course I did! Got her from a Jedi, besides, why do you think I brought you to her first?! You are the only one willing to buy and pay for the damages of those kinds of creatures!"
"Who is this Amalié she spoke of?"
"I'm not sure, perhaps a childhood friend, then again it could have been her previous master, a Jedi."
"A Jedi? It is of no concern to me! Just like her father, Darth Maul would have been proud. Not to worry, his death will bring her to the dark side... in time she will end what he began."
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A/N What do ya think? Please R and R!!