Back in the days when I wasn't as good a writer as I am now:
This is a series that I started back in freshman year (my gawd, forever!) when I was on a total Star Wars kick. So most of the chars are NOT mine but a lot of them are. A lot of the stuff might be out-dated but for the reading pleasure of it, it's not a thing I really intend on finishing but I wouldn't mind people reading it. I just have a large chunk of Part one done and a chunk of part two, and nothing of part three. But I hope you enjoy and perhaps I might get back into this and finish it and send it to the SW company for publishing! LOL
Until!
R. C. Carpenter
Star Wars:
The Dark Calling
One of A Series of Three
A LONG time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Prologue
The New Republic had led the galaxy for roughly thirty years. Its phenomenal administration abilities consumed even the outward expansions of space. This unspoiled parliament became a legend in its own time, molded out of former rebels and warriors, persisting farther than the onlookers thought conceivable. This was not just by chance that the officials were so fortunate at their work. They were gripped together by a great collection of protectors, the Jedi.
The Jedi Knights cared for and shielded the vast universe, guiding and defending the civilizations encircling them. The greatest amongst the Jedi were the Jedi Masters, notably Luke Skywalker and his greatest accomplishment, Kyp Durron. They educated thousands of prospectable young Jedi in the ways of the Force over the past twenty-five years. There were, however, the temptations of the Dark Side. Most ignored the calling . . . But some did not.
Some became followers of the quick and easy path that was the dark side of the Force, working against the New Republic and every thing it stood for. Though their efforts never succeeded in gaining any power that the Jedi needed to worry about, they were all banished to the most desolate corners of the cosmos to live out their lives in solitude, never to be heard from again. Even though there was the constant risk of a forceful Jedi converting to the corruption, the Jedi flourished in the new government and few (of sane mind) dare oppose their powers.
Until now, when an old threat runs anew . . . and the ones who can stop it don't even know it exists.
Fourteen years after the Battle of Endor
"Master? What's wrong?" A young man decored in the routine Jedi wardrobe, rose his head from reserved meditation and gazed at the older man a few meters away with awe. The other man sat blank faced glancing around the room. His hair was slightly streaked with a weak blonded-white and suggestions of a brown long departed, his face was that of an individual who had seen considerable agony and torment, but also much bliss and affection. Though nearly all of his robust configuration was that of an intelligent mentor, his sapphire eyes appeared of that of a man in his prying best, beaming and augmenting, illuminating his entire bronzed face.
He spun to the youthful Jedi, his long mystical gray cape shifting in the hushed zephyr that crept in from an uncovered window.
"I fear we may have a new adversary, and a lethal one at that," the Jedi master paused and walked over to a shelf of books, yet his steps were so light you would only think him floating. He ran an aged finger over the top of a dusty leather cased book and slid it out of its holding with the care of the holding of a newborn. The binding flew open and began turning, the owner conscious of precisely what he believed would be exposed. Suddenly, the pages refrained their game and the Jedi proceeded back to his pupil and spoke, in his mesmerizing trance of a voice, "There will be others."
At a further point of the immense Jedi fortress another Jedi-in-training, Leia Organa Solo, sat silently rehearsing her skills with two of Luke's brightest pupils. She too had felt the disturbance grow so hastily, yet she held her composure and continued to drill herself. Luke had shared the images he saw with the princess while he imitated meditation. Somewhere, something was born into life filled with hatred and consumed by the Dark Side. This child's vigor in the Force was stronger than anything the duo had ever experienced, even when in the total volume of all Luke's apprentices.
And that is what they feared, feared not only for the survival of the Jedi and the New Republic, but the very foundation of all life in its self.
The two other practicing students stopped and dropped to their knees to lay down the lightsabers and stood on either side of Leia to transfer their thoughts to the dazed woman. *What is wrong, Minister Organa Solo?* one Jedi questioned as she watched her friend turn away.
Luke countered her deliberation, *No,* his voice resonant even in thought,* it's evil power is still out there. But if it is as powerful as we think, it could already block out anyway of it being found.* The senator shook her slight face and came out of the conversation. She undid her long brown hair from the fancy clips that held it up in a half dozen twisted braids. *I just hope we can get rid of this, this. . . thing, before it goes too far.*