This is my first Star Wars Fanfiction. It's set after Episode VI: Return of the Jedi. It's essentially based on the idea that Palpatine set up the One Sith shortly before his death on the Death Star. I hope you all like the first chapter and let me know what you think. By the way, I love reviews! Thanks!
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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
STAR WARS: RISE OF THE JEDI
The Emperor is dead. The Empire is shattered. The Galactic Alliance now closes in on the galaxies capital, CORUSCANT. However, the FORCE is still clouded by the DARK SIDE and rumours of a cult known as the ONE SITH spread. LUKE SKYWALKER leads the Alliance's charge against the Empire, but is in grave danger. His survival rests in the hands of a conflicted Jedi Apprentice, who is filled with hate, loss, rage, confusion and guilt. The Galaxy is in more danger than ever before. The days to come will be filled with war.
A figure strode into a small room, empty but for a small chair and a damaged, cubelike object. He wore long nondescript brown robes, a hood over his head. His hands rose to his hood and pulled it down. He was human, or at least looked human, his head covered in short blond hair, his eyes a dark green colour. A scar curved around the side of his left eye, stretching from his forehead to his cheek. His name was Devron Taa'bat. He was a Jedi.
Devron Taa'bat sat down as the holographic transmitter began to power up. It was, essentially, a piece of kriff, unsuitable for actual retail. However, Devron no longer had the option of purchasing equipment from respectable traders, forced to deal with low-life smugglers in some of the less savoury parts of Coruscant. Order 66 had changed a lot of the things. If a faulty transmitter was the worst of Devron's problems, that would be fine. Sadly, it wasn't.
The machine whirred painfully. Devron winced but regained his composure, praying that the damned machine would manage to transmit. He fingered the lightsaber by his side, swearing to himself that he would track down the piece of Bantha fodder that had sold the transmitter to him, when it beeped harshly, almost as if in annoyance, and the outlines of other people began to form in the room.
As the outlines became more detailed Devron took stock of those sitting before him. He nodded to the Jedi in front of him, a Toguta female, muttering "Master," and raising his left hand to his forehead in a sign of subservience. He looked around at the Jedi gathered, some human, some not so much. He smiled in recognition as his eyes passed over each person gathered. Everyone appeared to be present, a welcome scenario in a galaxy that was openly trying to kill them and their kind. Twelve present. A far cry from the numbers that had once populated the Jedi Temple in Coruscant. Twelve Jedi left in the universe. Thirteen, if the son of Anakin Skywalker was counted. Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi had much faith in the boy. Devron had to admit that they had been right. The boy had openly fought the Empire and as a result both the Emperor and Vader were dead and the Empire itself was in total disarray. A result that would have seemed impossible only a year ago.
Devron frowned as the all too familiar feeling of anger rose up in him. He had long proposed that they, as the last of the Jedi, had to come out of hiding and join with the Galactic Alliance in fighting the Empire, not just merely providing intelligence to spies belonging to the Alliance. His proposals had, however, been vetoed by the Council, who had insisted on remaining true to their original purpose. To recruit and train Jedi while in exile until the day when they would have the power to finally defeat the Empire. That day had come, Devron fervently believed. It was time to come out of hiding. It was time to fight back.
The Togruta to whom he had referred to as "Master" stood up. All the eyes in the room were on her. "This meeting of the Grand Jedi Council has been called by the Apprentice Devron Taa'bat. He proposes that now is the time for us to reveal ourselves to the universe. I give the floor to him." She then sat down. The room filled with quiet murmuring as she sat which Devron ignored. He stood up, and was about to speak when another figure appeared. A Zabrak. Devron paused, staring at her, confusion and anger springing up inside him.
He turned to the Jedi Master, anger clear in his face. "What is she doing here?" he spat out. "I was under the impression that this was the Jedi Order. Since when did we allow kriffing Sithspit into our ranks."
The Zabrak that had appeared winced, teary eyed, while the Togruta Master remained stone faced before his fury. "The Council have cleared Maris Brood of her crimes committed on Felucia. She has repented and paid for her mistakes. We have accepted her into the Jedi Order once more."
Devron stared at her blankly. "Why was I not informed of this?"
"We knew you would not approve. We knew everything that you would say. Therefore we did not consider it necessary for you to be present." This came from another female Togruta, younger than the first.
He gaped. "Do you not know what this person has done? What crimes she has committed? She embraced the Dark side! Are you going to ignore that?" He gazed at each Jedi present, all barring the two Togruta failed to meet his gaze.
The Master spoke up, quietly. "Many Jedi fall to the dark side, some find their way home. I believe your master was one of them."
He stared, unable to believe that she had played that card. "How can you say that? She was your friend!"
"Our decision is final! Now make your case for the end to our exile or consider this meeting adjourned."
Devron froze, composing himself and resigning himself to the situation. He sighed. "Okay. The Emperor is dead. Vader 's dead. The Empire crumbles while the Alliance wins victory after victory against Palpatine's shattered army. The Alliance currently marches on Coruscant. If Coruscant falls, the rest of the Galaxy will soon after. It's time to come out of hiding. It's a new dawn for the universe. We need to be present." He sat down, feeling slightly foolish, that was until he looked at Maris Brood again and anger rose once more.
The Council conferred to each other, some with wariness written over their faces, others with open enthusiasm. He stayed out of the conversation; he had made both his stance and opinions clear. He had nothing more to say. All he could do now is hope.
The murmuring eventually stopped. Silence grew in the room as the Togruta Master stood up once more. "All those in favour of this proposal." Five Jedi raised their arms, including Devron and the two Togruta. The Master looked visibly surprised and muttered "So be it. We stay hidden. We will reconsider this proposal after the battle of Coruscant is concluded."
Devron stood up. "You call yourself Jedi," he muttered angrily. "Yet at the opportunity to strike back at the Empire that destroyed our Order and killed our friends you cower in your hiding places, afraid of the light. You disgrace our Order and the dead. I am disgusted to be associated with you. You may choose to hide but I'm going to fight. The galaxy calls on us. I'm going to answer that call." He glanced at Maris Brood. "And I will never consider you a Jedi."
He killed the transmission and stood there, trying to calm himself. He walked over and smashed his fist into the wall, leaving a hole in the cheap plaster. He stormed out of the room. It's time to fight.
On another planet the Togruta Master put her hand to her head in frustration. The Togruta next to her whistled and muttered. "He always likes a dramatic exit."
"He's a very angry man. I worry for him."
"He's lost a lot. He'll find his way back."
"I hope so Ashoka. May the Force be with him…."