Summary:
Name: Against the Destiny
Rating: planned PG - 13 for some violence
Genre: Action, Angst, Sci - Fi, Drama, AU
Pairing: Gen( N/ A)
Era: Prequel( Episode 1)
Short describtion:
What is stronger: what you are or who you are? Is it possible to overcome your nature and the actions you commited due to it? And is it possible to prevail the inevitable? A major TPM AU, in which along with Qui - Gon and Obi - Wan, a third person was sent to negotiate with the Trade Federation. Yet this on the first sight ordinary Jedi Healer seems to have her own skeletons in the closet... What is the mistery she is hiding from everyone? And what made her hide it? OC - centric.
Author' s Note:
My new Star Wars fic. It all started as an idea of my character trying to change the inevitable. I couldn' t get it off my head, so I' m doing this. I warn you, there might be some Mary - Sueishness, because the OC was originally developed for a crossover universe, an this story is just a small part of it' s timeline. Also, I' m not very familiar with EU( only read Wookiepedia sometimes and play SWTOR) , so I' m sorry if I described something not exactly as it is in canon.
Also, to avoid stupid guesses about what my OC is: she is not a vampire. Nor she is a werewolf, nor she is a demon, or an elf, or any other cliche and overrated mythical/ fantasy race.
The holocom rings. My hand reaches it, and I hope it' s not the Council calling me. I don' t need another mission right now, especially when my research is almost finished. I want to finish it before leaving the Order. I know I already have to leave, though I don' t want to. It' s necessary. I can' t stay, and if I will, they will find out what I am, and both me and my master will suffer. But this research is one thing I want to finish. I want something of mine to stay on with the Order, to which I dedicated this part of my life.
I turn the holocom on. An image of Master Yoda projects from it. My expectations realise, because there is not other reason tht Council would call me. Another mission.
- Good morning, Master Yoda. - I say to Master, trying to be polite as always. No need to spalsh my anger, espaecially when it contradicts the Jedi Code.
- Good morning, Master Elaine. Mission for you, there is.
- What is it?
- A blockade on Naboo, the Trade Federation has settled. Two Jedi ambassadors, Chancellor Valorum has sent. Negotiate the peaceful solution, they will. In one hour, leaving the ship is. Go with them, you will.
- But what' s the use of me? I' m no diplomat. I' m just a healer and a scien... - I can' t finish my sentence before Master Yoda interrupts me.
- Yet, led an investigation there some years ago, you did, hmm? In good relations with the current queen, you were?
- Well, yes, but... - Yoda interrupts me again before I finish the sentence.
- Then settled it is. Know the planet weaknesses and strengths, you must. Help them negotiate peace, you will. May the Force be with you. - Yoda says this and disconnects before I can reply.
Damn little green fella... Now I am unable to finish my research as I planned. I don' t understand, how can I be of help. Yes, I led an investigation there. Yes, I knew the person who now must be the current Queen. But anyway, I' m not a local, I just observed everything for a short period of time. And why he informs me when there is so little time left, without even giving me the basic information of the mission? I guess in order to avoid my attempts to refuse. But why me? I' m just a medic and a scientist with some experience in investigation. He could' ve chose someone more fit than me. I don' t question his wisdom, but some decicions he makes are just... illogical. And in general, during all these years in the Jedi Order, I realised there is a tendency of Jedi becoming more and more naive.
But why is there any conflict on Naboo? As I remember, it was a peaceful planet, and the last time I led the investigation was almost five years ago. It was connected with a Dark Side forceusers cult, really long story to tell, but Naboo was only their temporary hideout. That time it also surprised me why did they choose this planet for such role. The strange thing about that case was that later the investigation showed that somebody started to kill off the members of the cult, and they fled. I didn' t find out about that detail, but that always bothered me about this case. The cult was later brought down, but I still found no answer to those killings. It bothered me, and it still bothers me. My feelings tell me there is something else behind this.
Anyway, I don' t have to center on my anxieties. I' ve got another task to do. I must go there. I tidy the desk up, put all the samples in order, move the mycroscope to the corner and take off my rubber gloves. Then I leave the lab and head to my room. The walls and floors in the corridor are purely white, like most quarters in this wing. It might be a pain for a being who is here the first time to look at such brightness, but my eyes got used to it for so many years. Even though I am a Jedi Healer by class, I didn' t spend as much time inside the Temple, healing others, researching and doing other pacifistic things as I did while I was on different missions. I wanted to help people in a more straightforward way, instead of just sitting around. I had to see myself that I was useful. Maybe because by my character it' s hard for me to do nothing for long. Maybe it' s because I want to show myself I can also bring good, not only bad to people. Or at least think I do. Just to contradict the nature of myself. A genetical disortion. A monster.
I throw the thoughts away once again. It' s too painful to recall. Causes too much emotions. And the Jedi don' t know emotions. I easily block my pain up. It' s a common practice I did for many years, maybe that' s why it became so easy to do for me. I always did that when my past started haunting me.
I reach the door that leads to my room. It was not very big, but it was cosy and comfortable for me personally. Furniture is mostly made of dark wood. Unlike the other rooms here, there walls are blue, but it' s not seen here. Most of walls aren' t seen here because of numerous shelves, bookshelves and cupboards. Some of them are filled with old books and papers. I know that this way of preserving information is very old, maybe even older than the Jedi Order itself, but sometimes I feel I trust the original source of information than a digital copy of it more. Especially when I need a very old data for my researches. Some other shelves are filled with different holograms. The holograms depict different things: people I could call " friends" , some moments I wanted to remember, different landscapes, animals, plants. Everything that at least interested me. Other shelves were filled with holocrons, and others are filled just with things I decided to collect during my journey or souvenirs presented by others, generally useless, but too pretty to throw away, and also remind me of something. One of the walls is entirely made of glass, showing a view on Coruscant. Yet I managed to hang heavy dark blue curtains there from the ceiling. I remember as a Padawan I wasted lots of time doing that, but at least I managed to practice my skills in the Force while doing that. That time I hated the idea of someone watching me from that window. In front of it, there is a desk with a huge computer, a lamp, and a datapad on it. That' s where I keep most of my information. An armchair is standing in front of it. In one of the corners, near the next door leading to the bathroom, there is a chair with a small table and a torch on it. Next to it, there is a small bed on it. When one of my padawans once entered my room, she asked me how can I sleep normally on this, especially counting how tall I am, but really it is just enough for me. Right near the entrance, there is a small rack, with some clothes hanging on it.
I take off my labcoat and hang it on the rack. Then I head for the bathroom. Unlike the main room, it is also white. I wash my hands and face, and then I take a look at the mirror.
I' ve been often mistaken for a young padawan, as people who saw me at the first time couldn' t believe I was a Jedi Master who served the Jedi Order for many years, judging by my appearance. The creature that was now in the mirror was visually indistinguishable from a human female. By human standards, it looks quite young, maybe in her late teens or early twenties, nothing shows the creature' s true age. It is thin, but tall and broad - shouldered, wearing a dark blue overall. It' s hair is a strange mix of blonde and red, tied back but still messy. It' s face isn' t really beautiful for a human, but yet, there is something that makes these on the first sight unremarkable features stand out of the crowd. The forehead is high, the eyes are very big and widely open. Despite being easily mistaken for a human, there is something alien about it' s face.
I quickly turn away from the mirror. If I was allowed to hate, I would' ve hated the reflection it showed. Reflection that is not a human. Reflection of a monster. A thing. I block my emotions up again, in order not to bring up the painful memories. I must control myself. Not give in to the pain. Resist the Dark Side like I always did. Dark Side is for the weak. Hate is a weakness. So are anger and pain.
I leave the bathroom quickly, sit on the armchair and load the computer. Then I search all the possible information about the Naboo. When it is found, I grab my datapad, turn it on and copy all the files from the computer there. When it' s done, I shut the computer down.
Then I take the brown Jedi cloak from the rack and put it on, moving the cape on my head so it would cover my face. At least if the Jedi coming with me are those I haven' t met, it will take longer for them to see how unnaturaly young I look for a Master. Then I open the door and leve the room, locking the entrance with the Force. Now I have a new objective. Either way the last for me here, no matter if I return or not. I don' t know what will be there. The same unknown. But I have no fear. Is it good or bad awaiting for me there, I' m okay with that. I learned to accept that. I just want to find out what it is.
To be continued...