Star Wars: Jedi Remnants Of A Silent Rebellion Chapter 1, a star wars fanfic

(A/N) A few things you should know. This is in a slightly diffrent alternate universe than the original Star Wars one. Everything up to episode III is the same though. So everything from the end of ROTS on up through ROTJ and beyond can be thrown out the window. It's nine years after ROTS, Vader and Sidious are in control and many people have joined the Empire. But only humans, seeing as the only non-humans part of the Empire of course happen to be slaves. I of course do not know own any Star Wars characters you recognize, nor Star Wars itself. With that enjoy, give me a review and let me know how I'm doiung and where to improve.

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Prologue

Star Wars:

Silent Rebellion

His head was down, eye lids closed lightly against hazel blue eyes. Short brown hair curved in diffrent directions in large clumps. Black garments that almost fit like a second skin consumed his lower-body, and a a tight green tank top adorned his torso. Smooth light skin accompanied his appearance, showing he was quite young, probally not even over six-teen. Standing at a mere 5'4, that would not be hard to believe.

Standing on top of the hill on the peaceful planet of Desera during the night, this specific character stood near the large estate. It was a similar planet to Dantooine, except Desera's population was significantly smaller. Many rich civilians as well as government officials reserved land for themselves on such a private planet. Few people were even allowed on the planet, and if they'd found this mysterious figure walking about, he'd most ceartinly be arrested... Of course that would be if the planet had any sort of militia or law enforcers. The residents for the most part had large numbers of droids to secure the perimiter of their owners property, and the Desera Residence Association, which contained membership of every land owner on the planet, made many rules to abide by.

Standing atop the hill, these thoughts ran through his mind, but they were all pushed to the depths of his mind. His focus was on the small pen-like shaped object, but thicker. Thumb over the top of it on a red button, fingers clutching the rest of it, he took one last final breath before continuing. At last, his action took place. His thumb pushed on the device, the detonator. It would be safe to say that a ways down the hill and foward some, at the estate, all hell broke loose.

An explosion unexpectedly shook the ground vioelently, demonic fires from hell erupted, and the durasteel doors on all four sides of the building blew wide opened. A loud rushing sound which accompanied large explosions laired over the sound of the valubles smashing into the floor, things being knocked around like a tornado hit, and durasteel clanking around viciously. Fire rushed out of the open door ways as if a flame-thrower had been put to use. Multiple times the sounds of the explosions lapped over, and multiple times new explosions in diffrent areas of the house occured, all in a few seconds. All in a few seconds a family of four and all their droids perished. They fell to the ground and off their chairs from the dining table, the explosions hit and they flew into the air, then crumpled down feircly. Their screams could be heard as feint whines from the top of the hill, but inside the house, their screams were a reality, a reality that they could not escape. Their mourning as the fires engulfed what was left of them and melted away their skin, pounding their flesh, and eating away at what was left of them.

As the final explosion erupted, the youth slowly raised his head just slightly, and his eye-lids raised a quarter of the way to look over at the damage he had caused. The bright fires made his eyes twinkle a bit, and one might claim to see a slight whisper of a tear welling up, but his absolutely emotionless expression would claim otherwise. Staring down at what he had done, at what he had caused, the lives he had taken, the shelter he had destroyed, he had no regrets.

"My name is Yury Valtona. I have destroyed this abomination. Success dwells in my bones. Mission complete."

As he finished his personal speach to himself, he turned and kicked off, hurrying off to his escape route.

"I said give us your credits dung of a meat maggot!"

"Yeah, you chuff-sucking-leech!"

The group of 6 Imperial Stormtroopers, and the Imperial Colonel in a black and grey suit who appeared to be surveying the behaviour from the back of the group, took turns insulting the three civilians. It was one elder man and two small children no older than six. Their E-11 Blaster Rifles were either strapped across their backs or held in both arms. They were crowded together, and all of them made a tight semi-circle to surround them. The wall of the grocery store building worked as the Imperial's ally in trapping the defensless people, providing no way to escape.

"You know the rules, we find ya' out here past curfew on Chi'Tilla, and you pay the price, one way or another." Another trooper took the role of speaking.

"I already told you sir, I have no-"

The Stormtrooper that had spoken first drove his right knee foward to the man's stomache with a terribly great ammount of force. His left black gloved hand gripped the wall, trying to keep his balance, though he seemed to be fine either way. The gasp for air from the old man was enough to show that these troopers meant buisness.

"Grandpa!" The two children shouted out as tears welled up and they tried to get to their beloved family member.

"Quiet down you brat!" The second Stormtrooper placed one hand on one of the two boys shoulder lightly and the Colonel snickered. The knee was removed from the mans torso and the elder dropped down into a slumped position with his arms over his stomache.

"No you shut up you Bantha poo-doo!" The child shook off the mans light grip and began to try and make his way to the elder.

"I said shut up!" The second Stormtrooper raised his left arm high and a cross, preparing a vicious back hand slap to strike the youngling.

"Stop right there." he voice came from across the dirt street near another building. His light-tan tunic laired over a white thick under-shirt. A black belt coursed aruond his waist which seemed to be more of a simple long black cloth wrapped around several times. Garments the same color as his tunic covered his legs and a pair of dark black boots fitted over his feet perfectly. His brown hair was smooth except at the front where it pointed out multiple times straight ahead. Light skin and youthful features all accompanied his appearance. Though his voice was full of confidence, it seemed like the voice of an average core-world teen.

"What the-" The Colonel turned and saw the teen standing and the rest of the Stormtroopers halted their actions to take a look at their challenger, even the one prepared to slap a defensless child. "You, fool, we'll deal with you as well."

"I will not allow you to leave unscathed. You have harmed the man and terrorized the children. For that you will not leave without multiple injuries, nor will your men. Surrander and death will not visit you tonight." Not the slightest faulter in his voice nor a stutter or any sign of worry tainted his voice.

"You idiot!" The Imperial leader shouted. "Fool! Troopers, atta-!" In a heart beat the teen was right infront of the man, not even giving the troopers a chance to follow his leg movements with their eyes. A silver cylinder was gripped in the teen's hand from his belt and shoved viciously straight into the center of the Colonel's stomache. The teen's free left hand shot up to grab at the leader's throat tightly to prevent him from falling back from the blow.

"Tell me," As the attacker leaned closer into his victim he spoke in a whisper. "How does this feel?" Flicking across a button, a sudden beam of blue exploded from the cylinder and shot straight through the mans stomache, humming to life like a living thing since ignition. One final gasp erupted from the man's throat before he fell silent and limp.

"Troopers at-t-tack!" One shouted.

"It's a Jedi!" Another exclaimed.

"There's no such thing, it's a phony, just attack!"

The saber weilder lifted his hand up and the blade cut through the man from stomache to the center of his skull in an instant like a vibro-blade through Corellian spice. Removing his hand before it could be sliced, he'd concentrate on the mans shape, holding it in the air. Soon it'd be flying at full speed towards two Stormtroopers, blood spewering amongst the ground. Two rifles blasted red shots at the rebel, but his blue blade spun in a circle in front of him, batting away the strikes. Edging closer as he defended himself, the troops would back away with fear of being sliced by the blade. Too bad they were closest to the wall. White armor and flesh chopped to the floor.

One troop had manuvered so that he was behind the man, but the Force warned him quickly. Pivoting on his left foot just in a quarter-circle, his right leg would shoot up to smash into the helmet. The troop staggered back a few steps, stunned from the blow. The beam of blue energy raised diagnoly as he'd spin to face the halted warrior. Slicing from right to left, the lightsaber cut through the neck and seperated the head from the body.

A spin to the left produced just in time to deflect a few red bolts and send them back at the troop. Both shoulders were hit once then one to the chest. A lightsaber stab through the top of the helmet would finish him off. The two troopers that had been knocked down by the corpse rose to their feet and began to fire a series of blasts. The lightsaber flew with great accuracy at the trooper to the left and the youth leaped high into the air, soaring over the ground. The blade continued flying foward after it sliced the troop in half. A flip through the air would near the saber-weilder closer to the remaining soldier and at the point when he was right above him, the blade flew back towards the soldiers back. Landing gracefully behind the Imperial, he'd catch the blade perfectly and stab it to the back of the soldider without turning. A final groan escaped the trooper's lips.

A few seconds after the battle begun, it ended. The beam retracted straight to the hilt and the hero looked up, finally turning to the people he had saved.

"More Imperials will come back when these don't report in. Hurry home and no one will know of your apperance here. I advise you to keep quiet about what you saw here tonight. You don't know who might betray you. By the way, names Drendan Kline." The mysterious character leaped foward and through an alley way, quickly retreating from the scene. The three civilians looked on in awe, but the elder hurried the children away and rushed to their home soon after.

"This is absolutely unacceptable!" The Imperial leader Char'Vel Quor'not exclaimed. The group of six Imperial leaders, all in dark grey or light black uniform suits, sat at the rectangle-shaped table, two on each of the long sides and one at each of the shorter ends. It was a relatively small room, meant only for the group of Imperials. Outside of the two doors a large number of Stormtroopers guarded the private room, though inside a holo-recorder captured every moment live and projected the meeting to news stations all over the galaxy.

The six Imperials weren't actually the leaders of the systems they represented, but second-in-command. They were the right hand man to whoever lead these systems, and that was good enough. The issue being discussed was the issued of the multiple strikes on Imperial bases or Imperials themselves. Numerous attacks had alarmed them, and the loss of men was far too great.

"I agree!" Vark Verch Carwl responded. "Twenty-seven attacks in this past week!"

"Please, please!" Lieutenant Kirsch Vagwalt exclaimed, trying to keep the humanity. "Calm down, this is no way to represent the Empire!"

"If this behaviour is kept up, there will be no Empire to represent!" Kyrost Leck's remark was applauded for a moment.

"Yes, this is all true," Cenielle Roo-Fei chimed in. "There can't be only one person for twenty-seven attacks you know. I'd say that damnable Rebel Alliance had a hand in this!"

"Now now," Kirsch Vagwalt challenged. "We all know that the alliance is far too small to have produced attacks of this number, nor of such destruction."

"Your failure to see this enemy as a threat will be the death of you Vagwalt," Kao Moddi replied. "And what of the mysterious stab wounds? The missing limbs and heads. A threat we haven't seen in nearly a decade."

"You fool!" Char'Vel shouted. "You can't possibly be suggesting that they have a-" A loud thump to the door alerted the men and they all turned towards the entrance. With a hiss the door slid open revealing one Imperial Stormtrooper with a red marking across his left shoulder which signified leadership. For a pause nothing happened, then slowly the helmet began to lean foward unushually. The Imperial's gasped in horro and leaped to their feet, shrieks filled the room. The head was no longer attatched to the body of the Stormtrooper. More terrifying was the deadly hiss that accompanied the green blade igniting straight through the soldier's back.

A dark boot launched the troop foward and free from the blade. As the troop dropped, a tall 6'4 warrior. Black cloth wrapped around his head, covering his features and hair, only a small slit showing dark brown eyes glaring out. The figure was dressed in a pair of black garments that hid his legs and a black tunic which appeared to be the only thing on his torso besides his long black cape. Taking one long stride foward to Kirsch Vagwalt, he'd raise his lightsaber high above his head in front of the man. Despite the begging from the man, not a single sign of regret tainted this man as his lightsaber cut straight through him from the top of his skull to the groin, blood pouring on the floor as he dropped.

"Help! Help! Please somebody I'm begging you!" Tears flooded the ground as Char'Vel Quor'not shouted and ran to the door in terror. Keying the door open it'd slide open, revealing a pool of blood accompaning a dozen Stormtrooper corpses. The dark figure gripped Char'Vel with out touching him, raising him into the air. A loud smash followed the sight of Char'Vel being flung into the ceiling with enough force to crash him through what appeared to be a durasteel ceiling. The remaining four living Imperials gasped at the sickening sight of Char'Vel hanging with his head covered by the ceiling, his neck appearing to be broken.

"Oh dear-" Vark Carwl was cut short as a beam of pure energy cut through his neck. Spinning in a circle, Kao Moddi would be next, the green blade piercing through his torso. Pulling his weapon out, the figure would dance like a shadow darting at the speed of light. A slice from behind at Kyrost Leck's left hip to his right shoulder cut him down. Cenielle Roo-Fei watched in complete horror and his expression neverchanged as a stab through his throat cut off any possible air passages, causing him a slow death, suffocating helplessly. Taking one final leap to the already dead Char'Vel, he'd behead him, taking his final attack. With that he'd turn to the holorecorder, spin his blade, and slice through it.

Deactivating his blade, the mysterious figure would stare down for a moment, recapping everything that had occured.

They claim to fight for peace, but the Imperials are wrong...They will remember the name, Bardok Stark for a long time...

Darth Vader stood and waited, his arms crossed over his chest, his loud breathing filling the air with a hint of evil. The attacks in his systems had worried him a bit, and he knew he had to take care of the problem before it could grow into something larger, something he would have to step into, something he might not be able to handle. Of course the chances of him failing to defeat three rouge Jedi was quite low, but he'd learned over the years that it was never safe to underestimate your enemy by too much.

"Six Imperial Stormtroopers were killed here along with their Colonel-" Vader flipped through the stations with the Force, barely thinking about it.

"And as you can see behind me here on Desera, Imperial Luitenit Officer Mark Voo-Wey was savagely murdere din this explosion-" Finally it switched to the holorecording of the Imperial meeting where the masked figure struck out at the Imperials.

As the holoprojector ended it's presentation of the massacre of Imperial leaders, Darth Vader's apprentice looked away and to his master, still in his kneeling position on one knee, both arms across his raised knee.

"As you see we have a problem in our systems near the Outer-RIm." Vader's malicious voice cut through the air. "I believe it has to do with the Rebel Alliance." As Vader paused, he thought about how to explain his next few words. "Perhaps the hunt for the Jedi was-is, incomplete. There presance in the Force is strong, very strong... They have great potential, as well as great control. If we allow this threat to go unchecked, the Empire would be in grave peril. That is where you come in my apprentice."

"You want me to kill the three Jedi, my master?" The voice asked with respect.

"Yes, I have trained you well. Your control of the Force is unlimited. Use whatever means neccecary, but anyone who sees you manipulating the Force, or even sees your hilt, must die."

"Yes master, but why?"

"If anyone reported you, the entire galaxy would find out about the one protecting the Imperials with his own saber. Knowing it wouldn't be me, the Emperor would figure out quickly what I have done. He must not know about your existence as my apprentice."

"Very well master. I will not fail you."

"I know. I have a ship for you... Quite diffrent than any I've ever seen, though perfectly fit for you. It is called Hell's Spawn. It will aide you in your quest to destroy the Jedi. I doubt that the Jedi will have any followers, but if they have company, they must be killed too. You have your mission, it is time to depart."

"Very well master. May the Force be with you."

"As well as with you my apprentice."