There was a Jedi story in my head for a while (probably KotOR and Jedi Academy's fault, as well as the movies') and while I have a couple more of unfinished things to write, the writing of this one came so naturally that I was left surprised with how much I wrote in an hour or two. That's how the first 3,5 chapters became. Conclusion: Always write what you feel like writing. :)
As far as I can remember, this is my first published Fan Fiction (and probably the first published story in English). Forgive me on the language imperfections, or comment and help me remove them.
This is the story of an exile, not necessarily your Exile from KotOR2. I certainly don't own the whole world it takes place in, but I do own the characters.
The Jedi Exile
Chapter I
A Twi'lek guy and a human girl walk into a bar not looking at each other. The Twi'lek's skin is lavender-violet and outfit looks military, while the girl is dressed like one of the dancers, only with a little more clothes and a mass of silver jewelry on her.
The guy continues on toward a table on the right and the girl finds herself a seat at a higher table by the left-most wall. She sits beside another woman who instantly notices her. She swings her golden hair aside for the finely crafted earrings to show and the woman smiles at her.
"We've found each other, dear", the woman says.
"So it would seem", she replies, stretching her hand toward the woman's. "I'm Illeanna. I trust you were looking for this."
She pulls a small transparent box containing a jade amulet out of her only visible pocket and holds it out for the woman, as well as bystanders, to see.
"Just as I had hoped." The woman's eyes shine with greed. "Your master jeweler must be... well, a master."
"He sure is", replies Illeanna nonchalantly and throws a look back.
Behind her walks a tall and strong young man wearing black robes. His hair is also black, his beard thinly shaved and chin square-like.
He quickly notices Illeanna and his expression turns from cold to examining. He measures her up to down and smiles at her arrogantly. Illeanna smiles back, measuring the man in the same way.
"Jackpot", she thinks, not glad at all. "But why us?"
She nods to the Twi'lek gazing at her questioningly from the other side of the room. Neither of them dares use the Force to communicate, for a skilled enemy would be able to sense its delicate flow and identify them both as Jedi.
"I cannot let him continue!", Illeanna decides.
She gets up and and follows the man in black, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Hi. You new here?"
She concentrates hard on not letting him notice the strength of the Force within her.
"Kind of", he says in a low voice. "You a dancer?"
She gives him her widest smile.
"Disguise succeeded."
"You will go and bring me the ASEK", he commands.
She is sure now that he is the Sith Lord's minion herself and Deiron were sent to guard the place from. However, they were almost late to arrive and the possibility of the Order underestimating the enemy's force was still there. They did not know what exactly was the device Darth Haras was looking for, but they had several guesses and, of course, not enough experienced Jedi to guard all the locations.
Illeanna knows where the ASEK is and also that unless she intends to break the disguise, she mustn't show a sign of strong will in front of the Sith. She lets his will command her for a while, just to get a feel for acting in a Force-controlled way, then walks the wrong way, toward her Twi'lek comrade Deiron.
"Old plan?", she whispers.
Deiron looks over her shoulder, only to notice the Sith sending gestures to several cold and burly looking men surrounding him from afar.
"You hold them away. I'll take the kit out. We cannot wait for the man here."
The worst thing, as Illeanna thinks, is that there is this man of trust supposed to come for the kit in but an hour. But that is not soon enough.
"Are you sure you'll manage?", she bats her big eyes at Deiron sadly.
He only smiles.
"Force be with you", he whispers and starts to run toward the barman.
"We're from the Council", he hisses at the man hurriedly. "Hand over the ASEK, the Sith are here!"
As the barman reacts slowly, Illeanna recognizes Sith from civilians, watches their movements and what seems to be their preparations for gunfire.
"Where to?", she shouts as she raises her arms.
The Force wave pushes both the soldiers and civilians several feet away, but the black guy remains still. A dancer falls back and over him. Below her chest, a linear red light flashes and the Twi'lek is cut in halves. The Sith stands calmly, anger reflected only on his face.
"Being Jedi, are we? Well, seems you just made me kill one of your bitchy dancer friends."
"Being Jedi... serving the only true cause, instead of being jump-over cowards, yeah!", she screams back, untying the lightsaber from her right hip.
Hers flashes green and flashes straight toward the Sith. He sends bolts of lightning from his hand, they stop Illeanna's saber instantly and it floats back to her.
"Soon you shall realize, Jedi, that a Sith never keeps incapable company! Unlike either of you, bar-bitch, pink-tails..."
"Now's the time", he commands, his voice powerful and influential.
His men emerge from the crowd again, rocket launchers of some smaller type on their shoulders.
