The halls of the great Jedi temple were quiet, as usual, masters went about seeking the peace that the light side of the force would provide, but it just so happened that something unexpected, and rather loud caused every head there to snap towards the ceiling. There were two dark sillouettes falling. Very rapidly.
"Ahhh!" They both yelled at the exact same time, causing even more people to join in watching as the voices got louder, until they were almost deafening. After about a minute and a half of free falling, the two people stopped, three feet off the air, panting heavily as they both said the same words, "Oh shit..." And as those words left their mouths, they continued their short free fall until they each landed in a heap on the floor, again, both uttering the word "Fuck." as they landed. One of the higher ranking masters in the vicinity slowly approached them, reached out two hands and touched their foreheads to see if they were concious. As he reached into their minds with the force, he fell back from just the sheer will power and raw force potential they possessed. As one of the knights came to assist the ageing master, he quickly stood back up and took in their appearances as he ordered for some healers to take them away. Both were male. The first male had thick, shoulder length hair on the sides of his head, but the back was sticking up and he had a fringe that curled around his eyes and finished at his chin. What else was also noticable, was the two small rings attached to his lips, added to that was a patch of dark facial hair that ran all along his jaw line. Was he a slave? the master thought as he took in the males clothing. On his upper body was a light blue, tight fitting shirt with a black waist coat over the top of it. His bottom half consisted of a pair of tight, deep black pants, topped off with a pair of multi coloured shoes and laces. The other man wore much simpler attire. He wore a plain, white sleeveless vest top, a pair of loose fitting blue pants and a pair of white shoes. As the healers took them away, the master headed off to the council chambers. It was a good half an hour for the group of ageing men and women, of all species were able to arrive in the great room. The master stood before them all, hands clasped behind his back and head held high, allowing his pink Lekku to wrap around his neck.
"Master Zhar, why have you requested an audience with us? Is something troubling you, old friend?" Grandmaster Vandar asked kindly, remmembering the time when he taught Zhar fondly.
"Yes and no masters. Earlier today, two young males fell from the top of the room of a thousand fountains. After touching their foreheads and searching through the force where they had come from and if they were still alive, I felt... Something."
"Explain." Asked Vrook, as he placed his pale chin in his gloved hands, thinking carefully about the current events unfolding before them.
"Masters, both have extremly large force potential. I wouldn't say that it's as good as that boy we found a few years ago, Revan, I think his name was. But definatly higher than average." Zhar continued, looking into the eyes of each council member at a time.
"What are you asking of us?" Asked an intrigued Dorak, high historian of the Jedi.
"I'm asking to train both in the ways of the Jedi. Though, in case they are hostile, I feel it would be better to perhaps erase any memory of their past, and give them a new, happier one. Just in case they are scarred by their old one." Zhar proposed as he bowed onto one knee.
"The council shall disscuss your request. Rare it is, for a Jedi to train multiple padawans." Vandar concluded with a thoughtful expression on his ageing features.
"Thank-you masters." With a final bow, Zhar walked out of the room and towards the infirmary, where the two strangers were hooked up to machines, but otherwise awake. When he caught their expressions, he noticed one of glea and perhaps, excitement?
"Greetings. My name is master Zhar. What are your names?" Zhar asked polietly, giving them both a small bow each.
"Erm, I'm James. This is Dan. Where the hell are we?" The one with long black hair asked as he looked around the room. As James said this, the healer that had been tending to them silently walked up to Zhar and whispered in his ear. "Master, both have suffered memory loss. Nothing we've done with the force seems to have had any effect." The human female looked sad for a moment, and then gave a small bow and left.
"You are in the Jedi temple on Corucant. May I ask, do you know how you came to end up here?" When both shook their heads innocently, he gave a reassuring nod, before a young apprentice ran up to him and whispered in his ear, "Yes." Taking this as the council's affirmative to proceed with the request he had placed before the high council. With a quick glance at the apprentice accompanied by a warm smile and a gracious nod, he turned back to the teenagers as the apprentice ran off. "I have an offer for the two of you." He began, taking confident strides towards them, "My offer is this, I give the chance to the two of you, to become Jedi. You will be able to control the force and weild the weapon of the Jedi, the lightsaber. With that though, comes a lifetime of training and constant vigilance towards the evils spread across the galaxy."
When both young men turned to look at each other, shrugged and then turned back to him, they both nodded simultaniously.
Many years later, both teenagers had become grown men and were taking the knighting ritual together. After they had both announced that the only things they could remmember were their first names, the council created final names for the two of them. James was called, James Merek, and Dan was known as, Dan Newberry. Over the years that they had been training, both had progressed extremly well, but unfortunatly, the Mandolorian wars had begun. Revan, who had been their training partner for most of the time had lead the retaliation from the Jedi, along with Dacen Kenobi, who was also a good friend of theirs. With most of their friends gone, well, all except one, the two new knights were lonely in the great, now mostly empty halls. Hundreds, if not thousands of Jedi had gone off to join Revan and Alek who were now sending back reports of finally luring the Mandolorian's into a trap above Malachor V where they would end this war once and for all. The two knights left the halls and walked into one of the rooms, their robes flowing freely behind them. James wore a set of black Jedi robes and cloak, whilst Dan wore a set of standard robes. As both entered the room, they spotted a spar going on. Two combatants were really going at it. With a quizzacle look towards one another, James and Dan both stepped up to the edge of the mat, surrounded by knights and padawans, each cheering for one of the two to win. As a blue and yellow saber clashed, there were louder whoops of encouragement from the assorted fans watching their last best friend and a new Cathar padawan clash, time and time again. When both had their blades above their heads, Dan called out earning many looks of disdain and annoyance from the other Jedi around the matt. "Stop." That one word caused both Jedi on the matt to freeze instantly and lose their balance, causing them both to drop to the floor in a heap. Both young woman looked up with annoyance on their faces. This time James spoke up, knowing what Dan was about to say. "I vote that we kick it up a notch. I vote that me and Bastila, could take Dan and, sorry what's your name?"
"Juhani." Replied the thick accented Cathar.
"Okay, so me and Bastila, take Juhani and Dan. Who wants to see that?" James called out into the room, only to recieve cheers and somebody to begin taking bets on who would win. As both Dan and James cockily walked to the side of the matt where their partner was, they dropped their cloaks into heaps behind them, using the force to call their weapons to their hands. Dan activated his brilliant silver blade with a small flourish. Dan held his lightsaber in the classic Ataru opening stance, one arm out with the lightsaber next to his face but parrallel to his outstretched arm. James was differant however. James activated the two hilts in each hand. From his left hand sprung a deep red blade, but from his right sprung a magnificent purple. When James was supposed to take his stance, he didn't. Dan was a Jedi sentinal, and James was a guardian, despite the fact that they both had a control of the force equal to Revan. James began to pace back and forth infront of Dan, causing his opponant to make him his first priority, somewhere in the crowd, a master must've arrived because someone called out, "Please put your lightsabers on stun." Without breaking stride, James used the force to select the setting on his lightsabers, as did Dan, Bastila and Juhani. The two padawans on the matt with them both held their lightsabers in the most basic of forms, even though both Dan and James knew that Bastila could use better forms than that. With a small whisper, James called over to Bastila.
"Use Makashi." With that simple instruction, Bastila instantly raised her blade behind her head and pointed the tip of the blade to the floor.
When all was silent in the room, the four combattants leapt at each other, using the force to fuel their movements, earning cheers from all around the room. James and Dan clashed in mid air, James kicked Dan in the torso and prepared to land through a backflip when he was pushed to the other end of the matt due to a powerful force push. Bastila and Juhani were at it yet again, both tired due to their previous engagement. Dan did a frontflip and landed right before James and was ready to deliver a tap to the leg which would signal him to be out of the fight when a lightsaber came up and blocked it. Despite laying on his back and not being able to move anywhere easily, James was holding his own fairly well. With a quick shove, he pushed Dan away long enough to scramble to his feet. The next hour or so was locked in intense combat, with the two of them sweating bucket loads. It had taken Bastila and Juhani half an hour before Bastila made a mistake and was tapped out, but James quickly tapped out a charging Juhani. As Dan swung his saber in a horizontal arc over James' stomach, James quickly leant backwards, arching his back enough to avoid the blow. With a small backflip, so as to keep from falling over, he made sure to catch Dan lightly in the chin. As Dan charged him, he also threw a few force attacks his way to probe his force barrier that he had formed fairly quickly into the fight. The next few minutes went by quickly, when by a small opening in his defence, Dan had his blade locked with James' when James used Dan's own body weight to spin his lightsaber out of his hands. As the blade flew through the air, James quickly tapped Dan four times, each one signing Dan's and Juhani's defeat. With a small smirk and a quick twirl of his blades, James sheathed his sabers and gave Dan a polite bow, in which he returned before going to get a towel and a refreshing bowl of cold water.
As Bastila made her way over to James, he could feel the happiness radiating off her in waves. What was even more surprising however, was the brief hug he got off her. A rare thing indeed. James, Dan and Revan were the only people she spent any time with really. Sure Alek used to hang out with them, but she never really liked him, always complaining about how he stared at her with a hunger in his eyes. He had to admit, Dan and himself never were really all that fond of Alek themselves. "You won!" She exclaimed as she finished the hug with a congratulatory high five and proud smirk.
"You expected anything less? I was toying with him." James replied loudly enough for Dan to hear him.
"Fuck you." Dan called over as he used the force to heal his bruised chin. From that one comment, this caused Bastila to giggle and James to allow a small smile to grace his features, as he rubbed the facial hairstyle that he never changed since his arrival, seven years ago. James was twenty-three and Dan was a year younger. "Do you want to go into the city? Have a bit of fun?" James asked Bastila, who looked nervous at first, but then gave a firm nod of the head. James merely grinned and retrived his robe through the force and then slid it on. Tonight was going to be fun.
"You know," James heard Bastila slur due to the amount of Juma juice that she'd drank. Dan and James had both warned her that she'd had too many but she wouldn't hear any of it. "You know, I always though Revan was very... Handsome." She finished with a slur and a deep blush, to which Dan and James looked at each other with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and huge, shit eating grins on their faces. They were still grinning at each other when a dull thumb was heard across the table.
Across from them, a young eighteen year old girl had just passed out. "Oops." Dan and James muttered before downing their hits of Juma and helped carry Bastila back to her quarters. "Shit. She's gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow." Dan muttered as they carefully lay Bastila on her bunk. They were just turning around to leave when Bastila grabbed both of their hands and pulled, causing them to come crashing down onto her bunk, unable to escape her vice grip on their wrists without waking her up. With a grin, James looked over at Dan and wiggled his eyebrows, to which Dan gave him the finger while mouthing, "Fuck you." Dan was the core of James' jokes when it came to Bastila as Dan was fond of her, but as a brother is to a sister. James was differant. James treated her like he would a best friend, but was incredibly protective of her, especially since the war broke out. The code was against the kind of attachments that the three had formed over the years, and both of them knew that Revan was going to be jealous as hell when he returned, due to the fact that the two of them had fallen in love, without even knowing it. It was sweet really. Despite the fact that James picked on Dan for his treating of Bastila, he got a small amount of revange due to the fact that James had feelings for a Jedi himself. James happened to spend a lot of time around a certain padawan about to take her knight trails named Sasha. Even her master had warned the two of them that love lead to the darkside, upon which they both scoffed and pretended like they didn't like each other and never would. They both carried on into the night, trading insults with each other until they fell into a deserving sleep.
Grey walls. Grey floor. Grey ceiling. "God this is boring, and oddly repetative." James muttered loud enough for the strike team to hear as they made their way to the bridge of the Doomsayer.
"Concentrate will you?" Bastila chided, earning a handfull of chuckles and giggles to emenate from the group behind them as they rounded a corner. "Fucking hell. Not again." Dan whined as another squad of Sith soldiers ran to meet them with vibroswords. The Jedi gathered were outnumbered two to one. James had long ago left his robe back on the floor somewhere, as had all the other Jedi, so nothing stopped him from leaping into the middle of them, punched the floor and used the force to create waves in the grey metal, knocking each Sith onto either their faces or backs. Quickly dispatching them, the Jedi moved on through the ship, with one purpose in mind; to take Revan back to the council for questioning, and to stand trial for his actions. It was the middle of the Jedi civil war. The current Jedi in the strike team was all that was left of the original dozen Jedi and two dozen Republic Commando's. The Jedi in question were as follows; Bastila, Dan, James, Raddick, Sasha, Dorlus and Limnick.
The final door to the bridge was now in sight, and all the remaining Jedi could feel Revan through the metal barrier. "I don't want to die." Raddick whined, fearful of his death. "Maybe we should find another way to get him." He continued as he backed away from the door. James walked right up to him saying, "There a reason you don't want to go in there?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow. Raddick merely nodded numbly and then made a beeline through the corridor that they had just come from, shortly before he became one with the force. The remaining five Jedi bowed their heads in respect and sadness before proceededing into the bridge. What amazed them was that there were no personell piloting the ship, instead it was being controlled by Dark Jedi. It would make sense though, because the Dark Jedi would be able to use the force to make more accurate shots. Dan reasoned within his own head.
As the door closed, each Dark Jedi swivelled their heads towards the threat, all abandoning their tasks to defend themselves. James took the iniative and leapt towards a group of them, cutting down two whilst in mid air, only to land infront of five more. "Shit." James muttered, never before going up against so many and coming out unscathed, his twenty-five year old torso already littered with scars, along his biceps also. Dan and Limnick satyed back as they were sentinals and provided force powers to aid the guardians.
Dorlus was the bolder, overconfident one, and cut down all the sith between him and the Dark lord who was watching the battle through a transparisteel window, ignoring his surroundind, but all of them but Dorlus seemed to realise that. Dorlus stopped right behind Revan, lime lightsaber raised behind his head. "Surrender now. Sith." He hissed that last word with venom and barely concealed hate.
Uh oh, Dan thought, yet again as he killed his last Dark Jedi, but before anyone could do anything, Revan began choking him, using his greater command of the force to smash all barriers in his way. Just as Bastila and Sasha finished off their respective attackers, each with a slash across the chest, they all ran up to see if they could save him, but by the time they all got there, he had already passed on into the force.
Each Jedi now flourished their weapons, illuminating the barely lit bridge with a multitude of differant colours, creating a specrum of light. Bastila held her lightsaber before her and pointed a finger at her former friend whilst shaking her head in dissapointment. "You cannot win Revan!" She declared, confidence echoing in her voice, despite the trembling they were all getting. Except for James. James was zoned out of everything except the force, trusting it to tell him when to strike and when there was danger. Just as Revan retrieved one of his blades and took up the first stance of his personalised Juyo, James sensed danger, but not from Revan, but from outside. He had just enough time to yell and get a reaction from three people before everything exploaded around them. "Incoming!" Was all Dan heard before passing out on the floor.
James stood up, weakened considerably from what had just struck the bridge. He looked about for anyone else and noticed Bastila starting to come around. "What just happened?" He asked as he helped her up. "Turbolasers. I think." Bastila replied shakily. Bastila instantly went over to check on the rest of the Jedi team before moving onto the Dark lord to check his vitals. "Sasha and Dan are alright. Both unconcious. Should be entertaining getting off this ship as well..." James trailed off, noticing Bastila's pained expression. "What's wrong?" He asked as he checked over Sasha, once more due to a large amount of blood flowing from her mouth and temple. "His body is failing. I don't want him to die like this." Bastila muttered as tears fell freely from her eyes and onto the infamous mask of Revan. James' next statement shocked her, "Then don't." He replied with a firm gaze. "What did you just say? This is the Dark lord of the Sith we're talking about here! His death could very well end the war." She finished with bitterness laced throughout her voice. "But you love him. So, redeem him. Malak will just take control and find an apprentice himself. My credit's on that it was Malek who fired on the bridge, and is continuing to fire on the ship. From what I can tell, the shields will hold longe enough for us to get to the transport. With a look of determination, Bastila began healing Revan's wounds through the force, unconciously creating a force bond. Throughout the entire conversation, Bastila had never turned around, and is she had, then she would have seen James do exactly the same with Sasha. After they were both done, James lifted Sasha and Dan around his neck as they began running off the bridge.
The ship was abuzz with activity. Some soldiers were getting pulled out of escape pods and shot by higher ranking officers, whilst others were merely sitting down and removing their armour and resigning themselves to their fates. Nobody even noticed a pair of Jedi run through the ship with a Dark lord and two unconcious Jedi with them, or if they did, then they just didn't care enough to stop them. As they arrived at a lift, they noticed that it wasn't working, thanks to James being captain obvious and saying it outloud, after which Bastila said, "Thank-you captain obvious." To which he just shrugged as best as he could with two Jedi on his back.
When they couldn't think of another way to their shuttle, they deicided to just rip the doors open with the force, after which they quickly jumped down. They began to slow down however when the ship began a free fall, due to the Leviathan hitting the stabalisers. Both Jedi stood up and made a beeline for their target hole in the floor. Alas, they were not fast enough and the ship evened out again, probably due to some failsafe or another. Neither of them cared at that moment in time. They began their slide again, until James spotted something he could find purchase on coming up ahead. "Bastila, grab onto me!" He called down, as she instantly grabbed him. There it was, a strong looking wire, still inside the wall, but sticking out enough to hold onto. They came to a very quick stop, causing James to cry out in pain as his shoulder popped in protest. They hung there with no idea's at all as Dan came to, spotted what was wrong and quickly grabbed hold of James. "We, uh, got a situation." James announced to Dan. Popping your shoulder back in, whilst hanging from it is a very difficult thing.
"I can see that." Dan muttered, and heard some grumbling from below about obviousness. James merely rolled his eyes and looked up.
Oh shit.
"Erm, guy's? Don't look up." James announced eyeing the approaching elevator, and against all logic, they still looked up. If James could have face palmed, then he would have. With a quick flick of the wrist, Dan opened the door beneath James that Bastila could easily jump into, and James as well as long as he swung. Taking the hint, the two gladly jumped inside, just as the elevator passed the door they had fallen through. With a stroke of luck, Bastila reconised it as the level that they needed to be on. Without wasteing another second, the trio of freinds in the land of the consious, took off in a force enhanced sprint.
Luckily their ship was still in the hanger once they arrived. Once they were all on board, they fired up the engines and took off, just as the ship blew up. They flew as fast as they could to the Republic Hammerhead class ship that they needed to return to called the Endar Spire. After such an ordeal, it was surprising that James and Bastila hadn't passed out. Instead they all just grinned at each other for their efforts in a daring escape.
AN: So, after reading an amazing story called Displacement in the old republic, I finally found the balls to write the first chapter to an idea that I've had floating around in my head for a while. Also, to answer a few question's I've had from talking to a few people about this story, yes it will be focused on James and Dan and their time with the new Revan. Yes Revan is a man. Yes there will be a romance between Bastila and him. Yes there will be romances for James and Dan, but not in the same story. James' will probably be in this one, whereas Dan's will probably be in KoTOR II. If anyone of you guy's that are reading this have read any of my other stories, you will tell that I've improved on my writing, and now hopefully my romance writing skills... LOL! .
Okay, so James' appearance is based off of my own, and the name is my own as well, as with in any other OC story such as my upcoming Fast and Furious one and my Assassins Creed and Halo ones. What can I say? I like self inserts. His behaviour and language also match my own as well. Also, Dan is based off of my friend on Xbox Live, who I promised not to put his gamertag in any of the stories I write! :)
Okay, I don't see the point in putting these, and I'll only put it this once... I don't own anything to do with Star Wars... Whatsoever. To be honest, I don't really want to because I'm happy as I am. However, I do own James, Dan, Sasha and any other OC's that I create for this series. I also have to mention that updates will, unfortunatlly be irregular and unannounced. Sorry :/
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