Guardians of the Ancient Order was based on the hit game "Knights of the Old Republic." It is a fan-fiction, meaning this book resembles the game. This does not mean that lines were copied from it, but the book follows a similar story-line. I thank the Lucas Arts Crew for inspiring me and millions of others. Therefore, I have changed all but the basic plot of this book. This book (I hope) will honor this game's history and efforts. Also, my sister, invaderoperaghost, helped me type this and fixed some grammatical errors. Thanks much!
Sincerely, the truthful,
Bone-Eagle
Part One Sith Assault
Eagle
Chapter 1 "The Endar Spire"
Eagle Miran awoke dumbfounded as to where he was- and how he got there. He heard heavy blaster-fire from the outside of the…place he was, and opened a window seal to see a black cloud. However, in a moment he was able to find out what it really was. It was the cold void of space!
He then noticed a blue orb with white blotches on it; which he recognized as a small planet, about the size of Mercury. He then saw where the lasers had come from- an automated defence turret.
In this case, the word defence is misplaced in auto-mated defence turret. This is simply because he heard no lasers coming from his ship (he supposed) yet it was still firing at its "opposer". Hereby, it should be named an offensive automated turret. Alas, oh well…
He shut the window and examined the room. It had two beds, a foot locker by each, a sofa, some shelves, and bacta (a healing fluid) storage. I further saw that a flashing red (dully orange, in my opinion) line on the wall was flashing. However, beside from that, it was actually quite peaceful.
I saw a security door and walked to it. When I attempted to open it, it didn't open however. Was I being held prisoner? What had I done? Before I could ponder those questions further, the door clicked open.
There he walked up to me. I gasped. He was at least a foot taller than me. He wore the standard Republic uniform: yellow, red, and orange. He had a long visor and was holding a blasting rifle.
"Come on!" he said. His voice was hoarse, and dry. "What are you waiting for? We 'aven't got all day!" He had a Tarisian accent (Which would remind you of an Irish one).
"Who are you?" I said quickly, hoping he wouldn't stay long.
"I," he said, "am Trask Orsodin." He was running here, and he was panting badly, as though he was attacked. "As 'fer you, who are ye?"
I then replied, "I am Eagle Miran."
His face went pale and he said, "I guess we don't know each other 'cause we work different shifts."
"By the way," I replied eagerly, "how was it that I got here?"
He smiled and chuckled, "Ha! Are yer' crazy or somethin'! We're on the Endar Spire. We also ha' been assigned to protect Bastila- an importain' Jedi!" He said that proudly.
"Where are we, by the way?" I asked with a smirk.
"Have yer' hit a bunk on yer' head?"
I shook my head in discouragement.
"How else could you ferget were we are?"
I replied, "Amnesia?"
He seemed pleased with that answer.
"We'd best be goin' now." Trask said.
Just as Trask had explained the mission, we heard a message on the communications channel saying, "This is Carth Onasi, lead pilot on the Endar Spire." The voice was shaking wildly, "I have word from the captain for all men on deck (not excluding ladies), hurry! We must protect Bastila at all costs- I repeat, all…" The speaker then shut off.
"Carth has more experience than the 'Spire's crew put together; he's seen more battles than even Bastila has!" Trask commented politely.
"I know- and so what?" I said, laughing.
Trask's face hardened.
"Anyways," I continued, "who is this Bastila?"
Trask looked stunned at that statement. "Wh-who's Bastila!" His face softened and he laughed. "Bastila's a Jedi, of course- I told yer' that, though…"
His voice trailed off. We heard a banging sound, and then the door split open. Two figures appeared in the doorway.
"Heh," one said, "scums and a slug here, eh?"
The other stared at me. He commented, "Punks, too."
"A mirror," I replied. "You're describing yourselves."
The first one snarled at me. "We're Sith! We can wash you 'way from this ship." The second one nodded in agreement. I pulled out my disintegrator pistol and shot him in the arm- then in the neck. He clutched it and fell to the ground.
"Why, you, I…", the other started, yet before he finished his sentence, I pulled out my sword and stabbed him in the arm. Trask's face turned a deep pale.
"Tell me." I began to ask him softly, "Why did you burst in here? Tell me a reason why I shouldn't kill you."
He turned red, or at least I could tell even through his black mask. "I…I had orders to exterminate all Republic personnel!"
I stared closely at him; he wasn't telling me the whole story. "You need to learn to lie better," I said fiercely, "and when to."
He gulped and started to sweat. "Please, I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout!"
I narrowed my eyes. "One…" I began.
He started to plead for mercy.
"Two…"
"Oh, God!" He yelped.
"Three!" I screamed. I tore the sword out of his arm. The Sith screeched in pain, water pouring from his eyes. I stabbed deep into his heart. He collapsed.
"I don't know why you did that." Trask whimpered.
I shrugged. "That's life!"
We walked at a fast pace out of the room. I could tell that Trask was disturbed by my actions.