Knights long forgotten
Overview, Intro and opening A/N
Slightly AU KOTOR, basically a story about what would have happened if an unknown fleet led by a forgotten branch of Jedi (my OC) had turned up just as Malak was bombarding Taris and then rescued the characters we know and love, kind of. I'll still be sticking to the storyline of the game, but there will be some very obvious deviations and the dialogue will be really quite different too.
Oh and just to make it easier on myself I'm also using my very own Female Revan just because I can.
Please let me know if you hate the story with a vengeance or if you feel that I am stealing things from other authors, I'll try to be original but it may prove difficult. Anyhow, please read and review, if people review a request for background on my OC then I'll post one for you, but be aware that it'll take away allot of the mystery surrounding my characters if you really want to know without reading the entire story then I'll write up a back-story for you, but know that you will be missing out on a great deal of the plot if you insist on this. :)
Oh and before I forget, OC/Bastila pairing, so leave now if you hate her. Also moderate detail will be used so if you're squeamish about battle descriptions or... other things, then leave now.
Uh... yeah also, if you feel that I should reclassify the story to M then please either PM me or say so in a review
Also Disclaimer: Star Wars, KOTOR and all things to do with said universe/fandom do not belong to me but to Lucas arts, Bioware and whoever else holds rights to them etc. Same thing with any songs I use (and I will be using a couple), they belong to whoever actually owns rights to them and that isn't me. The only thing I own is what I do with the story and my OC(s).
Woo... long intro and fairly rambling, anyway enjoy reading (or not as the case may be). And now, onto chapter one.
......... means scene change or perspective change btw
Chapter 1: A shocking return
It has been some time since these ships have sailed the ocean, I only hope that we may put right what was once so wrong in us all... but I fear for the future, for all those lost on this great journey. We have been gone for so many years, and our influence faded long ago. Now we go crawling back to our homes... our ancestor's homes, where all is not as it seems and where vigilance must be constant.
The Republic... the great and glorious Republic, whose leaders, sent us off with smiles on their faces and jealousy in their hearts. We never deserved such a fate, but perhaps our warning may come in time. We have been gone for so long that we are nothing but legend, or else confined to a forgotten corner in the Jedi's great library, condemned as a mistake, or honoured as heroes. Shall we ever know? And what does it matter anyway? We have fought for our beliefs and for the defence of what we felt worthy... perhaps that makes us arrogant, but then, what right does any sentient have to judge us, are we not all mere slaves to our emotions, or to the all encompassing destiny so lorded over us by the knowing of the galaxy.
Perhaps it was for the best though, our time had drawn to an end, the Sith were routed and the dark side tamed... Perhaps it was for the best... that we left before falling ourselves... the Watchman's curse... to be too vigilant and to cross the line, the oh so dangerous line, between knowing thy enemy and becoming him thyself... yes, perhaps our exile was for the best, for if we had turned against the order... the galaxy itself would weep for the loss of such an honourable group... I only hope that we might be given back our place, the frontiersmen of the Jedi, watching for all taint and stopping it before it becomes a threat.
But something is wrong! I feel it even more keenly the closer we get to the Republic... a sickening and yet... enticing feeling... I have never before felt such a power. No, that is not true... I have felt such a thing once before in the presence of the greatest threat we have ever known, the man who caused the death of so many of my brothers... The Lord of the Sith, defeated in battle centuries ago, he cannot have returned... And yet without the Watchmen to-
Suddenly alarms began blaring all over the ancient cruiser. "All hands to battle stations! Repeat all hands to battle stations! Captain to the Bridge, unknown warships detected in orbit over our destination!"
How could we have allowed such a thing to occur! Trent raged silently as he got up and exited his chambers onto the bridge. "Situation report!" he demanded
"Sir! We have exited hyperspace above the planet Taris as you ordered; we have picked up wreckage consistent with Republic battle plate and an unknown fleet in orbit. The sensors are picking up some weird readings too, the ships appear to be perfect in their construction in every detail. There are no impurities in the alloys detected and the ships appear to be single pieces of material with no discernable joins at all."
"That... that isn't possible, are we certain that is what the sensors are showing?"
"Yes sir, we've checked the readings three times now and I really can't see anything wrong with them."
"Very well Lieutenant, bring the fleet into a battle formation and launch all fighters in a defensive screen. I would rather not antagonise these new people but I have no wish to be caught unprepared. Have you attempted to open communications with them yet?"
"No Sir, we were waiting for you before doing so, we felt that they deserved to meet the boss rather than a lackey." The Lieutenant replied with a smirk
"Oh very funny, you just don't like talking to people you don't know, that's all it is, isn't it?"
"You wound me sir, truly you do. But anyway, enough with this, let's get down to business. Hmm, the fleet is deployed in defensive formation Alpha-9 and fighter squadrons 4 and 7 are out patrolling the perimeter. We're ready to open the comm. now Sir."
"Damn intro duty" Trent muttered under his breath "let's get this over with; open the channel to the unknown fleet."
"Channel open sir"
With this the Captain started to address the communications screen set into the centre console of the bridge.
"This is the commanding officer of the Jedi star-cruiser Revelations to the unknown fleet in orbit of the world Taris. Please state you identity and reason for being here."
"Revelations, this is Fleet Admiral Saul Karath, did I hear you correctly when you said Jedi star-cruiser?"
"Yes Admiral you did hear me correctly. Now I would like you to answer my outstanding question, who are you and why are you here?"
"As I said I am Admiral Saul Karath of the Sith Warship Leviathan. Prepare to die Jedi!"
With that Admiral Karath cut the comm. channel.
"Sith warship! All ships, offensive pattern Omega-5, launch all fighter squadrons, take that fleet down!"
With those orders the five ancient Jedi cruisers moved into a loose arrow formation, with almost 200 fighters swarming from their sides. The Sith fleet in orbit over Taris however, moved only three ships away from their blockading force to intercept them. The large Sith Interdictor cruisers dwarfed the smaller Jedi ships, being almost 50% larger and far more heavily armed. The two fleets began closing on one another with fighters streaking ahead of both fleets and engaging in a bloody melee halfway between the two fleets.
As the ships closed on each other sporadic weapons fire began to launch from both sides, the shots doing no real damage but simply testing the shields of the other fleet. A very lucky shot from one Jedi cruiser showed them that the Sith warships shielding had a small gap, right behind the engines, only discovered due to a malfunctioning guidance system on a proton missile which flew off in totally the wrong direction before correcting itself when already behind its target.
The Jedi also discovered that the Interdictor had no Ion cannons, which came as a surprise as Ion cannons had been standard on all warships for several hundred years before the Watchmen had been exiled and all their ships sported at least four large ion turrets which were out to great effect in destroying the shields of the Interdictors and forcing two of them to withdraw.
The third Interdictor was not lucky enough to escape with its life. Almost as soon as its shields failed another volley of ion shots hit, disabling the engines and stopping them from running. One of the Jedi cruisers was sadly overconfident with this turn of events and decided to get close to the disabled warship and turn a broadside on it. As the Jedi cruiser pulled alongside the Interdictor though, it opened fire with its entire complement of auto targeting lasers which had so effectively been enforcing the blockade beforehand.
The Jedi cruiser was destroyed almost immediately from this storm of firepower to its unshielded hull and took the interdictor with her when her reactor went critical after the commander decided for a suicide run straight into her killer.
As such the first skirmish ended with one ship lost for each side, but the battle was far from over, upon the explosion of the first of the Jedi cruisers another five Interdictors broke off from their blockade duty and began firing on the Jedi cruisers, within seconds another two of the cruisers died in fire as their shields overloaded and Sith weaponry pierced fuel lines. Of the final two cruisers, one was so heavily damaged that all aboard were dead, with hull breaches venting what little atmosphere remained; while the command cruiser, with its heavier shields, was able to survive the barrage with only moderate damage.
"Sir! The rest of the fleet is lost, we're all that's left and we can't survive another attack. All our fighters are also down and engines are failing. Taris' gravity well has us; we're beginning to fall into the atmosphere."
"Very well Lieutenant. Abandon ship! All hands to escape pods! Abandon ship!" Ordered Trent
"Sith boarding party on deck twelve! Security is intercepting."
"No time! Hold them off long enough for us to reach the escape pods and then blow the ship once we're all clear."
"Go, the command staff will remain and stop the Sith from capturing the ship. We're expendable, Captain, you are not! For Honour and Truth sir!"
"For Honour and Truth Lieutenant, take as many of the Sith with you as you can."
With this, Trent started to move towards the closest escape pods, two corridors over from the bridge. It only took him about 30 seconds to arrive in the escape pod bay and before he left the ship he checked the security monitor next to the door to see how many of his crew had survived and managed to escape. What he saw shocked him; only 15 crewmen had managed to get off the ship alive, and only one other crew member was alive on the ship other than the remaining bridge crew. That crew member stumbled into the escape pod bay mere seconds after Trent had found out she was alive.
"Are you injured?" He immediately enquired of her
"N-no, I'm alright. These Sith are butchers, are we the only ones left?"
"The command crew are still alive but other than that we're the only survivors still aboard. Let's go, get into the escape pod."
With that order the crew member immediately got into the last remaining escape pod with Trent quickly following and setting it off. 15 seconds after the escape pod launched the ancient and venerated cruiser Revelations exploded in nuclear fire. The shockwave from the ships destruction buffeted the escape pod as it plummeted through Taris' atmosphere, sending it on an almost uncontrolled entry into the stratosphere.
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"So you say Davik may want to meet me huh Mandalorian? And why in all the hells would I ever want to meet with the boss of the exchange on this planet?" Demanded Kaitlin Nemanor
"Davik is your only chance off this rock, that's why. With my recommendation you could get into his estate and then with my help we can steal his ship and get the hell out of here before the Sith decide the planet isn't worth their time anymore." Replied the powerfully built Mandalorian mercenary
"What do you mean not worth their-"
"Don't be dense Kaitlin, he obviously means that he thinks the Sit will level the planet... and I'm inclined to agree with him on this, they have to be frustrated that their search for Bastila is taking too long and if their like most Sith up there then they'll decide to level Taris' surface rather than waste any more time. It's all a matter of getting off the planet before that happens." Replied Carth, the war weary Republic pilot. "Let's just get over to Davik's mansion and steal the ship already. I'm sick of this planet and it's Sith overlords."
"Fair enough Carth. Ok Canderous lets go, can I bring another of the group too?"
"One other should be acceptable, just say they're your slave and it'll be fine. As long as they act like it of course."
"Good, Bastila you think you can handle it? As far as Davik knows you are a slave anyway and already belong to me since I won the Swoop race."
Bastila looked at her coldly before answering "I am sure I will be able to act sufficiently for the purpose, now let us get on with it."
"Very good, come on I'll take you to Davik, the sooner we get this over with the better."
With this, the three of them set of for Davik's mansion, totally unaware of what was going on it orbit, and of how close they had come to being too late.
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The escape pod had landed somewhere in the upper city. When Trent looked around he saw that the crewman who had been in the pod with him was dead, a failing safety harness had sent a large shard of metal straight into her chest, impaling her through her chest into the leather seatback.
Another soul gone to Valhalla, rest in peace my friends, I will see that you receive the correct ceremonies later.
With this Trent made certain that he had all of the equipment he had brought with him, his personalised armour; his double bladed, silver lightsaber, with personal resonance crystal installed; three med-packs and last but not least his personal energy shield. All were present where he had stowed them inside the pod.
He sighed and opened the hatch, ready for anything. What he saw was a long street with buildings towering on either side; he looked down the street and saw a second escape pod, although it didn't seem to be of the same design as his. Nevertheless Trent moved toward it to see if there was anyone left alive there.
It was surprising that no one was around, not even a single Sith patrol or resident out on the street. Not trusting it to stay this way Trent hurried over to the other escape pod, only when he drew near it did he see that it had clearly been here for quite some time. Trent looked around to see if there was anywhere he may be able to lay low and avoid Sith patrols for a while, he noticed an apartment building right next to the other escape pod and decided it was as good a place as any to lay low for a while.
Only once Trent made it into the apartment building did he begin to notice the massive pain in his side. He looked down only to see a shard of metal, another souvenir of the escape pod, lodged in his chest, Trent was surprised he had made it this far with such an injury. He slumped against the wall of the apartment complex, about halfway between the elevator and the first apartment, Trent felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.
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Carth was on his way back to the apartment after seeing Kaitlin, Bastila and Canderous off. When he reached the Upper city walkway though, he saw a smoking escape pod down the other end of the street from the apartment complex.
"What the hell? That escape pod is totally new and it's not a standard Republic or Sith design." Carth said to himself as he pulled out his blasters and began to move toward the new escape pod. But before he even got halfway there, Carth noticed a slight trail of blood leading away from the crash site and towards the apartment complex where their hideout was located. "Damn, that blood trail is going to lead the Sith right to us not to mention whoever's blood that even is."
With that Carth moved back towards the apartment complex and hurried in off the streets before any Sith showed up.
It's surprising they aren't already there to be honest Carth thought as the elevator rose into the complex. When he stepped out of the elevator and looked around though, he saw something to shock him out of whatever thoughts he had been having about the lack of Sith response;
A human man lying in a slowly expanding pool of blood just off to the left of the Elevator. Carth didn't recognise the armour the man was wearing and didn't notice any weaponry either, but he did notice the large shard of metal embedded in the side of the man's chest.
"Damn it. Where the hell is Zaalbar when you need him? I could do with some help carrying this guy back to the hideout without killing him." Carth moaned as he carried the comatose man.
When Carth got the man back to the hideout he immediately set about healing the horrific wound in the man's side with an advanced med-pack they had acquired from the military base.
After two hours Carth had managed to remove the metal shard and stop all the bleeding, although he still wasn't too sure if there was any major internal damage that he couldn't fix. Mission and Zaalbar still hadn't turned up which was beginning to worry Carth, although he couldn't really do anything about it except send T3 out to find them, after cleaning the blood trail away of course.
One good thing about having a utility droid like that they know how to clean up blood stains as well as hack computers. Carth thought.
Mission, Zaalbar and T3 returned a few hours later, with Mission stopping in shock in the doorway seeing that there was someone she didn't know there along with Carth.
"Uh...Carth, who the heck is this?" Mission asked shocked
"Don't know, I found him outside with a shard of metal in his side and unconscious, not surprising considering he must have got all the way there from the new escape pod outside without any help." Carth replied
"Yeah I was wondering what was with the new pod, I had a quick look in there on the way back, there's a dead body in there, had a piece of metal, looked like a restraint, stuck right through her chest... I-I wonder if he knew her." Mission said in a shaky voice
"It wouldn't surprise me, he looks like a soldier though I'll be damned if I know what type. I couldn't find any type of weapon on him, but then again I could quite easily have missed a concealed one, or even one that just doesn't look like a weapon."
"Y-You mean he might still be armed!" Mission exclaimed as she backed away from the comatose man
"Calm down! He's not going to do anything, he's still unconscious from all the blood loss and he might not even wake up as it is."
"So are we gonna take him with us when we leave? I mean Kaitlin should be here with the ship quite soon."
"That's a good question actually; I hadn't thought about it I guess we'll be asking Kaitlin when she contacts us."
6 hours later the orbital bombardment began and Kaitlin, Bastila and Canderous brought the Ebon Hawk around to pick up the rest of the party. Carth had Zaalbar bring the still unconscious man with them, no one deserved to be left to such a fate as Taris and he was the only one they could save.
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"Carth! Get into the cockpit and get us the Hell out of here!" Yelled Kaitlin, as the loading ramp closed.
Carth ran to the cockpit and took control from Bastila, putting them on a course out of the system "Ok we're on the way out of here, someone get on the gun turrets and make sure no fighters try to get in our way. I only hope these codes work and get us past the main ships."
Kaitlin immediately left the cockpit and moved to the turret control.
"Carth set a course for Dantooine. There's a Jedi Enclave there where we'll be safe." Ordered Bastila from the co-pilots seat.
"Course laid in, as soon as Kaitlin manages to tackle those fighters trailing us, we'll jump."
Less than a minute later the Ebon Hawk made the jump to hyperspace, heading for Dantooine and safety.
"Ok then Carth, now that we are in no danger of dying, I would like to know why you saw fit to bring someone else with us, and a comatose man no less."Demanded Kaitlin as she re-entered the cockpit.
"Wow, calm down girl, I thought you'd be happy that I managed to save someone, you've been doing most of that up till now." Was the reply "Anyway, I found him comatose in the apartment complex with a big piece of metal in his side; it looked like it was part of a seat restraint. There was a new escape pod just down the street with one dead body in it and a blood trail leading right to this guy. I considered that if he had been shot down by the Sith then he deserved our help, so I patched him up and had Zaalbar bring him with us when you turned up."
"Hmm... I still want to know who the hells he is Carth, as well as whether he had any weapons on him."
"Uh... well you see I don't really know the answer to either of those questions. You see he was already unconscious when I found him and I haven't had time to search him for weapons at all." Carth replied slightly sheepishly.
"Oh brilliant! Bastila do you think you can go and check him for weapons and you may as well see if you can do anything for his wounds while you're at it. I'm going to go to bed, escaping from Taris was very tiring." Snapped Kaitlin
"Very well, I shall go check on our newest companion I'll let you know what I find out later." Replied Bastila, who then got up and moved off to the medical room.
"You shouldn't be so snappy you know Kaitlin. Bastila hasn't done anything to you and neither has the comatose guy. Go get some sleep; I'm sure we'll still be here when you wake up." Carth told Kaitlin.
With this conversation over, Kaitlin went off to a bunk and swiftly fell asleep. While she was doing so Bastila was checking the injured man for weapons and seeing how well he was recovering. She was shocked to discover a lightsaber in his possession, a double bladed lightsaber of a design she had never seen before. As Bastila removed the lightsaber from the man's right side, she wondered about the placement of it, she also wondered about why it was in this man's possession at all.
To find out the truth Bastila reached out with the force and touched the man's mind, searching for answers. But what she found was a wall; she couldn't get into this man's mind and this worried her. She set about finding another way to learn about him so she had a close look at the armour he had been wearing.
The armour was clearly personalised and clearly very old although it appeared to be in almost perfect condition as though it was kept up and maintained on a daily basis. The armour had some writing on it, but it was in a script that Bastila could only barley recognise and had no hope of reading. The armour also had some kind of energy damping material weaved into it and Bastila could have sworn that the armour itself had some kind of force aura around it, but she couldn't feel anything from it beyond that.
Bastila shuddered, for someone to go to such lengths to hide the force, what reason could anyone have to do such a thing.
Bastila decided to simply secure the lightsaber and armour in a storage bin and then go back to treating the man's wounds rather than think on it any longer.
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For the entire two day journey to Dantooine Bastila tended to the unconscious man in the med bay while Kaitlin, Mission, Carth, Canderous and Zaalbar got on with what they did to pass the time.
But just as the Ebon Hawk began its descent into Dantooine's atmosphere he began to stir. Bastila was in the cockpit at the time so when Trent awoke he found himself alone in the med bay of an unknown ship. Trent immediately noticed that his armour and lightsaber were not in the room and used the force to stealth himself as he left the med bay to find his equipment.
Trent found his armour and lightsaber in a small storage locker in the ships main cargo hold and quickly got himself ready. His side still hurt but he knew the Jedi trance had healed most of his injuries, along with the medical attention of whoever's ship this was, he was almost back to full strength.
After getting himself ready, Trent decided to find out who had seen fit to rescue, or capture, him. He recognised the basic layout of the freighter from one of the designs that had been on the drawing board before his ancestors left the Republic, for a small blockade runner. Grossly overpowered engines and powerful deflector shields, along with four quad lasers ad a small laser turret to fight off fighters. As such Trent moved off towards the cockpit, feeling that he would get the most information there.
As Trent reached the common room however he saw a young woman heading in his direction from the cockpit, she walked right past the invisible Trent and carried on... towards the med bay.
Damn! I can't let her know that I've gotten up, not until I know where these people stand. May I be forgiven for that which I am about to do. Trent thought as he moved up behind the woman who was just stopping in front of the med bay doors.
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As Bastila opened the doors to the med bay, she felt a strong push to her back. She fell forwards into the bay as her assailant closed the doors behind them. Bastila attempted to shout out but something prevented her from doing so, as her assailant appeared in front of her she realised that it was the man whom she had been treating for the past two days.
Bastila's eyes widened in shock as she realised that it was him who was preventing her from making a sound as she stared up into his eyes. Bastila attempted to get up and draw her lightsaber, but she discovered that although she was able to get up she could do nothing else.
It's this man! He is stopping me from doing anything he doesn't want, but how is he doing it! It shouldn't be possible. Not even the most powerful in the order have such fine control over their stasis fields.
"Who...who are you?" Bastila finally managed to ask after what seemed like a year of attempting to move or shout out.
"Who I am doesn't matter right now, what is important is whose side you are on. Do you follow the Sith or do you lend aid to the Republic?"
"I...I am a Jedi knight, I follow the council in helping the Republic."
With this said, Bastila felt the man's hold over her diminish slightly, though still not enough for her to escape or warn the others.
"A Jedi Knight? If that is the case then you should be able to answer my question. Unless of course you are not a true Jedi? Do not lie to me; now who are you?"
"I... I am Bastila Shan, Padawan of the Jedi order."
"Ah, so a Padawan, not a knight. Very well, what path do you follow in the Jedi order?"
"I... follow the light-"
"No. You misunderstand; I ask not what path in the force you follow but what path in the Jedi order. Are you a Guardian of the innocent, a Sentinel against the darkness, or a Counsellor to those lost and found?"
"I...I am a Jedi Sentinel."
"Very good, now tell me; where are we?"
"You...you do not know? We are on Dantooine, in the Jedi Enclave there."
"Jedi Enclave on Dantooine? A training Enclave I presume, administered by a training council?"
"Yes. The Enclave is run by Masters Vrook, Vandar, Zhar and Dorak."
"I see, most interesting. I will need to meet with these masters soon."
"Please, let me go" Bastila pleaded
"Of course Bastila, you have been most helpful to me and I have no wish to hold you against your will. But please, do not alert the rest of your crew that I am up just yet."
"Of...of course... Uh, could I ask you some questions?"
Trent smiled at this; she was inquisitive enough to still want to ask him questions after he had basically held her hostage. "Of course you may ask me questions Bastila Shan, Sentinel Padawan."
"Your method of addressing me... I have never heard it before."
"Never heard it before? It is an extremely basic greeting, giving respect to your name rank and chosen path."
"Where are you from? I have never heard of any such greeting and I am sure that few in the republic would consider it basic."
"Where I come from is not something I wish to talk about at this time Padawan. Ask another question please."
"Of course, I apologise for offending you... who exactly are you?" Bastila said warily, not wanting to anger him at all
"Do not worry Bastila Shan, you did not offend me, where I come from is simply not a subject which I wish to discuss. As for your question of who I am... I am Trent Calion... and I am the last of the Jedi Watchmen."
"Jedi Watchmen?!" Exclaimed Bastila "But they died out after the defeat of the Sith centuries ago."
"No young Bastila, they did not die out. They were exiled from Republic space. We had become too powerful in the eyes of the Republic, a threat to the Senator's illegal activities. So they exiled us, for doing what we believed we were exiled... ordered to hunt the Sith for the rest of eternity as punishment for doing it too well before." Bastila began to speak but Trent stopped her. "No Bastila, they knew exactly what they were doing and they knew their reasons. But it was perhaps for the best... it is our curse, the curse of our position as the first line of defence against the wrongs of the galaxy... that we fall... so many of us had fallen without anyone realising... we watched everyone except each other, so filled with distrust for outsiders were we that we even began to think the galaxy would be a better place if we ran it ourselves.
Recently we have been sensing trouble from the Republic, and outside of it. It was decided that we would end our exile and return to the order to beg forgiveness for our past actions.
But we were too late, and now I am the last of my people in Republic space, and my people are reduced to a mere shadow of our former selves. Every trained Watchman was aboard my fleet, as well as every Padawan and apprentice. All of them are dead and it is my fault for failing them."
Bastila had sat on the medical bed in shock during the whole of Trent's story. How could the council have condoned something like this? She asked herself If they had foreseen the fall why had they not acted to stop it, rather than simply exile them.
"Bastila Shan, do not concern yourself with the council's motives for our exile. They did attempt to root out the corruption amongst us but we refused their aid. We left them little choice but to exile us all or risk another war that the Republic could not win." Trent smiled sadly at his own words "Now let us go and meet the Jedi council here on this world."
"Be...Before we go... why is your force aura so concealed?"
"Oh that, it is a technique taught to all Watchmen, it is important to keep yourself invisible as much as possible and masking your force aura is an important aspect of that, as I am on a Jedi world though I will stop concealing it and allow it to return to it's natural intensity and colour. Now let us go meet with the Jedi council. Lead on."
Bastila nodded and led Trent out of the med bay and through the Ebon Hawk to the lowered loading ramp. They exited the ship into a small space port, attached to the Jedi Enclave; Bastila led Trent through the Enclave to the Council chamber. A small number of Padawans were about and one of them decided to take a hostile attitude toward Trent.
"You there! Why do you not wear the customary robes of the Jedi?" She demanded
"Customary robes? The robes of the Jedi order are considered customary now are they? I was led to believe that they were only for those currently involved in study or on a diplomatic excursion."
"The robes of the Jedi order are to be worn at all times in public!"
"Oh my, the insolence you possess. Be careful of your emotions Padawan lest you fall to the dark side. Now if you will excuse me, I must meet with the council."
Trent walked away from the shocked Padawan shaking his head. If this is what the order has come to then there is nothing that can save the Republic. He thought sadly, as he entered the council chamber after Bastila.
Woo there is chapter 1 out of the way, far longer than my previous story's chapter 1 but still, I like it. Please read and review :)