Talking
Thoughts
Glad to see people enjoyed the story so far, hopefully this chapter lives up to snuff as well.
Reikson: Since Jon is going to be more enlightened I probably am not going to pair him with family, and yes he will learn about his heritage eventually.
Abyss Trinity: There actually who gave me the idea for this story but thanks!
"Concentrate." Revan's Holocron called out. "Block out everything and focus just on the weights."
In the middle of the training room was a one-hundred-pound weight, Jon stood to the side with his arms forward palms up. He was sweating a bit, but he put that out of his mind and focused on the weight, gathering the Force to lift it. It had been around four years since he had found the lair and he didn't regret a single minute of the time; his mind had been opened to so many new things and the power he felt now was amazing. With a grunt he lifted the weight, peaking at six inches before he held it there.
"Hold it." Revan yelled. "It took two minutes to lift it so hold it for four."
Jon nodded, Revan was a harsh Master, but his pushing had led Jon to his strength so far so he was willing to deal with it. Plus, there were times when Revan was fair and joked with him, Jon had learned his behavior was from years of torture and his mind splitting in two. While he was again one man when he made the Holocron his mind waivered between Jedi and Sith.
"Two more minutes." Revan said as he mentally counted. "If I see it drop a fraction you will fail." Jon grit his teeth, he would not fail this. "Time, lower it slowly do not drop it!"
Jon flipped his palms downward and carefully dropped it. "Thoughts Master?" Revan always had comments no matter if he succeeded or not.
Revan crossed his arms. "To reach such levels at your age is impressive but the time it took you was pathetic." Jon nodded. "You'll need to push or pull people, they will weigh more than that."
"I will continue to practice." Jon answered. "What would you like me to work on next?"
"How go your studies?" Revan asked, he usually shut down when Jon was not practicing Force related skills.
"I have been over much of the history of Sith and Jedi, I've written my thoughts on where they went wrong and what they did right." Jon pulled a data pad to him. "Would you like me get a droid to move through it with you?"
"No." Revan shook his head. "Place it there and I can scan through it myself." Jon nodded and placed the data pad on the table.
"PD also says that I am making good progress in my slicing and coding skills." Jon smiled at this, the idea of droids and computers was fascinating to him. All his free time was spent learning about them, the droids in the Lair were happy to explain everything to him they could.
Revan waved it off, while a useful skill he always chose to hire people for the work. "I will review this you are free until after supper." Jon nodded and headed off towards a work bench he had setup with spare computers and one of the aqua droids.
Sitting on the bench he began going through the data of its last fishing excursion, while he had not been an expert at fishing Jon knew what the rarer fish looked like. Now that he was older, taller and smarter he had decided to try his shot at the trading idea from when he first got here. From the map PD-467 was able to create with some aerial droids Jon knew they were in the mountains near the Kingsroad but the underground channel led out to Bay of Ice, close to Bear Island.
He was just a day's travel to Last Hearth, taking fish there would get him a good deal and he didn't risk being recognized as he had only seen the Umbers when they came to leave for the Greyjoy Rebellion. Though he doubted he would even see Greatjon Umber his Master had always told him to plan for all eventualities then you will never be caught unaware. "A-1 I am programming you for specific fish, I want them alive until I am ready for travel." It beeped back at him, the language of droids was difficult, but he was learning it. "The construction droids have created a tank for you to store them in alright?"
Getting an affirmative Jon loaded the programming into the droid before shutting him down and rebooting him so he was updated. While that was happening, Jon got up and went over to a section of scrolls, all with details of different Force techniques Revan either knew or had found out about. Many were not something Jon was interested in but a few Jon had found to be quite interesting and even though he wasn't ready he wanted to prepare for that day.
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Jon let out a sigh of relief when he saw Last Hearth, the trip had taken most of the day already, but it was necessary to resupply. He had a few wolf pelts, and some melted down gold, Revan had some stocked in the lair and the droids melted it down and formed a comb. A comb wouldn't raise too much suspicion and might not get him accused of stealing it. The fish sadly had not survived the trip, despite it being cool in The North they still started to turn to soon. "Perhaps when I get some flying practice I could scout out a landing spot and sneak in?" Though he quickly forgot it, he wasn't ready to let anyone know about such feats of technology yet.
Last Hearth was a massive structure with a high wall all the way around it, unlike Winterfell it had no town outside of it. Jon walked to the gate and took a breath as he saw the guards moving out from the shelter of the walls. "Afternoon lad."
"Afternoon." Jon nodded. "I'm here to do some trading." He shrugged his pelts.
One guard let out a whistle. "Wolves, impressive."
"Do that yourself lad?" The other asked.
"Aye." Jon answered. "Not easy to do, travel in packs have to hit one with an arrow and hope it gets left." Both men nodded.
"Right well don't cause trouble and you can be about ya own business." Jon smiled and headed off.
The streets were busy with people, Jon easily avoided them though thanks to his training. Looking around he saw plenty of people selling wares but kept his eyes open for herbs and spices. He also needed to find someone who looked rich enough to afford his comb. "Boy, looking to trade?" Jon turned and saw a man in a thick fur coat grinning behind a beard. "Nice looking pelts there."
"Aye." Jon answered while looking over the wares, mostly other pelts. "Though I think you have enough pelts."
The man laughed. "Oh, I do but if you trade them to someone else that's less that buy form me." He chuckled. "Come now I'll give you ten coppers for each." Jon hummed and then concentrated on the Force, skimming the man's mind. He was shorting Jon, he would sell them for a stag or two at least.
"How about twenty coppers?" Jon bargained, it was close to a fair deal and he wasn't looking to make to much profit. Jon also tested his powers by sending a thought of acceptance into the man.
The merchant's eyes glazed a bit. "Deal." Jon smiled and tossed the four pelts onto his stand, the merchant looked confused, but he had agreed so pulled out his purse. "Two stags and twenty coppers alright or all copper?"
"Stags are good." Less to carry but same amount, Jon pulled out his purse and dropped the coins in. "Have a good day." Jon quickly left before the man could think about what had happened.
It didn't take Jon long to get some supplies for Cook, and some information about what was happening in Westeros. He was glad his father won and was alive, though still a bit angry at the man, other than that not much had changed about the world. The sound of metal hitting metal grabbed Jon's attention and he walked towards a forge. "Pardon sir but may I ask something of you?" Jon figured a smith might know a jeweler who would want the comb for either resale or to melt down. "I have a gold comb I fished out of the water and want to sell it."
The smith was a grizzly looking man covered in soot and tanner than any man he had seen in the North. "Not many jewelers here, most things like tha' come from Winterfell or White Harbor." Jon frowned. "Lets see it though, might be able to make something fancy from it for Lady Umber."
Jon fished it out of his pocket and as he tossed it to the man he skimmed his mind, the man was honest about his intentions. "Nice but a bit plain."
The man grunted in acknowledgement. "Could heat it and make a few designs." He placed it in his palm and seemed to weigh it. "Gold be gold, give ya two dragons no more."
"Deal." That was a large amount for anyone and could help a lot in the future. The smith nodded and walked into his shop, waving Jon to follow. A minute later and Jon was leaving two coins richer though he was about to spend some of it. Walking towards the gate he moved to the stables. "Any horses for sale?" He asked a man grooming a horse by the entrance, the man spared him a glance.
"Run along boy." The man said. "Can't afford anything and I ain't got the time to deal with you."
"I've got two dragons." Jon replied but the man scoffed.
"You can get a horses ass with that." Jon sighed, he figured it enough. "Least ten for an older horse." Jon sighed but nodded, he was farther from the goal than he thought. He did not want to use his power to cheat the man so he turned and left, he would need to find a cheap place to sleep for the night.
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Jon hummed as he looked over the map of the planet, Planetos as Revan knew it. "What is on our mind Master Jon?" Jon tapped to a point on the map, PD-467 looked at the location.
"I have read about Mandalorian Iron and how it can withstand lightsabers." Jon drummed the table with his other hand. "My family has an ancestral sword called Ice, it is made of Valyrian Steel. It is said Valyrian Steel blade never loses its edge and weighs far less than normal steel."
"Interesting Master Jon but what does this area have to do with that?" PD asked.
"This area is what remains of the Valyrian Freehold, it is said to be cursed and is abandoned." Jon grinned. "I will go with a few droids and see if there is anything of note left."
"Surely it has already been ransacked Master Jon." PD mused. "A place with such a resource would not remain untouched."
Jon chuckled. "Remember PD other than me no one here is really that advanced, curses hold a great deal of weight." Jon turned towards the Holocron. "I need to ask Master to allow me a lightsaber for the trip." So far Jon could only use one for training and had the very little experience with it, concentrating he open the device with the Force.
"Is it time for training already apprentice?" Revan asked as he appeared.
"No Master, I have a request." Jon than explained in greater detail his plan.
Revan nodded as Jon finished, he did see the merit in such a task but was reluctant to let him go with a lightsaber. "I applaud your idea, but I do not think you ready for a lightsaber, take an extra blaster to defend yourself." Jon nodded.
"Yes Master." Jon spun and ran off towards the shuttle bay, Revan left a squad of HK-47's there for use. The design was a lethal assassin/hunter and would easily beat anything they would face. "PD I will be taking five HK's with me, I will need four blaster rifles and a sniper rifle for them. Also, please get a pistol for me."
"Of course, Master Jon, I will get right on it." PD quickly replied before heading towards the lift, Jon was heading to the other lift, so he could change his clothes. He was excited about this, it would be his first real mission and he wanted to show is Master he was ready.
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Jon had the shuttle flown high enough no one would notice it before it descended over Old Valyria, he noted the fuel consumption as well since he did not have an infinite source and didn't want to waste to much. Luckily it barely took any to fly there.
"Statement: Master what is our mission?" Jon turned to the HK-47 he designated squad leader for the mission.
"We will be searching the ruins of a city." Jon informed them. "I do not know what we will face but its possible we will face adversaries."
"Joyous statement: We will enjoy killing them without mercy Master." All the HK's nodded in agreement.
"You all will wait for my order to fire but I promise anyone who tries to oppose us will be dealt with." Jon was as firm as he could be, luckily the droids took any orders he gave so it wasn't an issue. As they landed Jon took a deep breath before opening the ramp, the land outside was rocky and barren. Jon drew his pistol and walked down the ramp, the HK's behind him in formation, and looked around. He let out a whistle as he looked around the ruins, the towers were massive even in their destructed state.
"Keep a lookout for anything valuable or alive." Jon called over his shoulder.
"Statement: Yes sir." Jon guessed it was the squad leader that spoke but moved on.
He decided to head deep into the city, guessing that anyone who would have raided the it would skit the outer buildings. He extended his senses best he could, his skill in that field was still novice at best but it was better than nothing. It was a few minutes later that they reached the heart of the city, a massive tower, half crumbling but parts of it looked open by design.
Before Jon could enter the Force warned him of something, Jon brought up the blaster as a figure appeared from the darkened door way. It was a man in torn and worn clothing, though his face was covered in grey scales and his eyes held a madness to them. "Uraghhh!" He moaned and lunged at Jon, who froze for a second before firing at him. His first shot missed but Jon corrected himself fast enough to hit with two shots.
"Warning: Master we are being surrounded." Jon spun to see similar men and women moving out of buildings and ally ways.
"Open fire!" Jon called out, he focused on the Force to calm himself as the HK's started to efficiently kill the horde of people. Another approached him but Jon held no hesitation this time, easily hitting his victim in the heart, before aiming at another. It was not a long battle, maybe lasting five minutes, and the closest they got to him and the squad was the first man who sprung the ambush. "Are we clear?" Jon called though he reached out with the Force to be sure.
"Warning: I see no more but they may be regrouping." The squad leader answered.
Jon nodded to the advice. "Squad leader, you, one other and the sniper guard the door." He looked at two HK's. "You two with me."
"Statement: Orders acknowledged." Jon turned and headed back into the tower to begin his search.
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Revan looked around at the loot his apprentice had returned with, unfortunately none of it were functional weapons but ornate swords. Most of it was art work, cutlery and kitchenware but if the droids could analyze and rework the material it would be worth it. He was hesitant to praise Jon though, the boy had done well to win but his hesitation showed he was still young, though he praised his turn around. The difficult part was helping him process his first kills, the adrenalin didn't really ware off until after Jon had returned so this was a critical point. "How do you feel?"
Jon was kneeling in front of his holocron. "I can't stop thinking about them, they didn't seem human, so I shouldn't feel this way, but they had to have been right?"
"They attacked you." Revan replied. "You defended yourself to the best of your abilities, you can take solace in that. Your future is tied with the Force somehow and I promise you if you continue down this path you will find more fights. You will have to kill again, you may get lucky sometimes and defeat someone without killing them, but I promise you their will be more dead by your hand." Jon nodded and tried not to think on it but he couldn't. "Do you want to leave?"
"No!" Jon shout out but calmed down. "No Master, it is just a lot to take in. I promise I will get over it and move forward."
Revan nodded. "Go, meditate and calm yourself." Jon nodded and started to stand. "Tomorrow we will be moving forward with you mental training."
"Yes Master." Jon smiled slightly and headed towards his bedroom.
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Jon inspected the cup he had found in Old Valyria, it was definitely Valyrian Steel as it had the same look as Ice. "HK do you have the weapons ready?"
"Confirmation: Ready Master." The HK-47 droid stood on the far end of shuttle bay, it had a pistol, rifle and sniper rifle ready.
"Good." Jon placed the cup against the wall than jogged back over to the HK. He pulled out a lightsaber and activated the weapon, smiling at it's green blade. "Fire the pistol first." He said before getting ready incase the shot ricochet back at them.
"Disappointment: Could we not find a human to hold it while I fire?" Jon rolled his eyes at the droid.
"Just fire HK." The droid pulled the pistol and fired at the cup, Jon watched as the blast hit but was not reflected. "Interesting, CON-1 check the cup." From the corner a humanoid shaped droid moved to the cup and looked it over.
"Master the cup has absorbed the blast, it remains at room temperature and has not lost its original shape." The droid reported.
Jon nodded. "Place it back down and move away CON-1." The droid did as it was ordered. "Fire the Rifle HK." A quick shot from the rifle got the same result as the pistol. "CON-1 watch the cups temperature and tell me as it goes up. Hk fire consecutive shots, two second intervals."
"Bored: Of course, Master." HK replied before firing the shots, Jon counted as they went off.
"Master it has increased." The droid reported after five shots.
"Hold HK." Jon said and when the shots stopped he walked towards the cup. Using the Force Jon pulled the cup to him and then put it down, he then carefully brought the lightsaber down to it. He frowned when, at roughly an inch away, the cup started to glow red and it gave the barest of resistance when he touched it. "CON-1 take this cup to the melt pile." He deactivated the weapon and headed towards the lift. "HK please lock up the weapons and then power down."
"Annoyed: Can I not go hunt for something Master?" Jon sighed, the problem with HK units is they wanted to constantly fight.
"Soon enough HK but for now please follow orders." Jon could tell the droid was annoyed but it would follow his commands. Walking back, he saw his Master looking over a data pad with another report Jon had done on the Mandalorian War Revan had fought in.
"What is the result?" Revan asked without looking up, Jon knelt before him.
"The blaster and rifle did not damage the cup but after five rifle blast the temperature increased." Jon reported. "I believe it would not be suitable for armor, but a droid made of it would be quite formidable. A HK of Valyrian Steel would be lighter and take more hits."
"And the lightsaber?" Revan asked while nodding.
"Melted the cup, it began heating up at about an inch away." Jon said. "Would not last under any kind of assault."
Revan sighed, he was hoping it would last up under the intense heat of a lightsaber, but it seems it was for nothing. "This is a disappointment, but we press onwards."
"I agree but this can come as an advantage." Jon replied. "Valyrian Steel is highly sought after; Lords and Lady's will pay high prices for things made of it." Jon smiled. "I can't remake anything because how could a ten-year-old boy get a sword of Valyrian Steel, but a cup of plate? Well that just means he's got light fingers."
Revan chuckled. "You are becoming crafty, that will help you well in the future." He nodded to Jon's plan. "Be cautious who you sell to though."
"The North is full of men of honor." Jon replied. "They wouldn't steal from a boy or cheat him out of what they promise because it would mean they were weak." Though he would be cautious, plus it wouldn't hurt for the droids to make him a Valyrian dagger in case he had to fight.
"Very well." Revan pointed to the data pad. "There is little difference here than history."
Jon shrugged. "You were victorious, few battles were lost and most that were couldn't have been won without reinforcements that you couldn't have gotten." Revan agreed. "So, I could only change so much."
"We need to increase your training." Revan announced. "You started later than most children, but your drive had put you close to their level." Jon didn't know how to feel about that. "I have programing for the droids in all of the lightsaber forms, you need an opponent if you hope to progress." Jon nodded, he had been wanting someone to fight. "Your greatest strength is in your connection to the Force, you have mentioned several techniques you are interested in so begin focusing on them."
"I will work hard Master." Jon replied. "I will live up to your expectations."
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Tywin Lannister was a proud and intelligent man, he had risen his house out of the weakened shadow his father cast over it. He played things carefully, showed no weakness and made sure anyone who dared cross him didn't have the opportunity to do it again. There were only three things he wished he could change but had been unable, the first was his oldest son leaving the Kingsguard and taking up his position as Heir to Casterly Rock. The Second was his youngest son being more than a dwarf, which would be impossible unless he drank himself to death. The third should have been the easiest, the Lannisters once had a Valyrian Steel blade like many of the other great Houses in Westeros but it was lost when Tommen II sailed of too Valyria to plunder the ruins.
Tywin had tried buying swords from some of the smaller Houses, but they all knew the status of having one was better than wealth. He had long since believed he would not find a sword to replace Brightroar, which is why he was skeptical of the boy in front of him. "So, tell me how a boy gets his hand on Valyrian Steel?" Tywin asked as he inspected the plate the boy had brought with him.
Jon Snow, under the name Torren Snow, had take the ship and snuck into Casterly Rock to squeeze some gold out of the Lannisters. He realized through meditation that none of the Northern Lords would have the kind of money he really wanted for his Valyrian Steel pieces. The Force showed him the image of the Lannister crest and through some talking in Last Hearth learned the Lion would pay handsomely. "I went to Braavos to try and earn money for the family; the Iron Bank still remembers it ancestor's treatment from the Valyrian's and lend money to ships willing to pillage." It was a probable lie that Jon doubted Tywin would check on. "I was on one voyage, see men look for weapons, hidden vaults or secret catches, not many think to look in kitchens or bedrooms." Jon smirked. "If you could make anything from Valyrian Steel why stop at weapons, least that's what I thought. So, I slipped somethings out in my bag and other places men weren't gonna check."
Tywin nodded. "Clever." He tapped the plate, he had seen enough of the precious metal to know it. "And you have more?"
Jon nodded. "I'm no smith but it looks like it should be enough for a blade, if not it'll get you closer, so a few knives might get you there." Jon knew he had more than enough for the man but wanted to play dumb.
Tywin eyed him. "And why is it not with you?"
Jon snorted. "Easy target for a bandit, even if they didn't know what it was a large sack carried by a boy?" Tywin nodded slightly. "And I can't trust caravan cause they'll want to know what I got." Jon hated taking less intelligent, but he had to play the bastard.
"So, I will send my men with you to collect it." Tywin said. "They will see it done."
Jon couldn't have that. "You have a map of Westeros m'lord?" Tywin cocked an eyebrow but walked over to a shelf and after a moment pulled a large scroll out. He spread it out on an empty table, Jon walked over and looked to The North. "Here." Jon pointed to an area past Deepwood Motte. "I have the steel hidden with family and some others I trust, just so no one gets greedy. I will go back, gather it and in a few months, you sail up here and meet me." Tywin mentally applauded the boy's forethought.
"Agreed." Tywin glanced at the boy. "Now for the price." He crossed his arms and leveled his gaze at Jon, trying to intimidate him but he was no Sith Lord.
"Five hundred thousand." Jon replied without batting an eye, though he saw Tywin stiffen which he thought was interesting seeing as he supposedly shat gold.
"Quite a price." Tywin said.
"Not for your very own Valyrian Steel blade, and not Brightroar but one that you'll name and history will remember you brought it to your House." Jon cut in before he could negotiate, he used a subtle persuasion skill to help.
Tywin chuckled. "You are a clever lad." He clicked his teeth. "Agreed, I will give you a horse and supplies to quicken your trip, the horse will be a gift." Tywin didn't want to deal with bringing it back along with the steel.
Jon nodded. "Agreed." He held his hand out and Tywin shook it. "Thank you my Lord." Jon gave a quick bow.
"Don't thank me until the deal is done." Tywin was still a bit skeptical and would make sure to take a large fleet past the Iron Islands just incase this boy was some trick to get back for the Greyjoy Rebellion. "Guard!" One of his men opened the door, his hand on his sword just in case. "Take this boy to the stables, he is to be given a good horse and supplies for a journey North."
"Yes sir." The man stood to the side so Jon could walk past.
"And remember boy." Jon looked back as Tywin leveled a gaze at him. "Crossing me is the last thing you will ever do." Jon gave him a nod and left, leaving the Warden of the West again wondering who exactly the boy was.
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Jon took a breath and looked around the training area, seven hoverball droids floated around him ready to begin firing. Each had their blasters set to stun and were set to their highest intelligence and attack settings. "Begin." Jon snapped his lightsaber on as the volley of blue blast rained down on him, but Jon had already fallen into his Battle Precognition. Darth Raven watched from the side as his apprentice moved, a blur of black and his green blade, he was impressed with Jon's progress these past few years.
Normally by now Jon would have been facing others but the only thing he could do was fight the hoverball droids or the two HK droids Jon had programmed with lightsaber forms. The problem was none of those things could use the force, so their skills were lacking to a degree, at best Jon was a novice Knight in lightsaber combat.
While he had shown good technique in all the Forms Jon had chosen Form V, The Way of The Kyrat Dragon and it suited him. His connection with the Force gave him incredible insight skills so his Battle Precognition was impressive and saw most if not all attacks. His life had also set him up for the Form, without technology Jon was used to doing things the hard way and had already built up a strong body. Even with learning about technology Jon kept to doing many things himself and even had taken to training with the Forms with a real sword to improve himself, add it to his power in the Force Jon had a powerful base.
Raven looked back at Jon, seeing he had already knocked out four of the droids, and decided it was time for him to build his own lightsaber. Having his own blade would also increase his abilities, another blade would never feel right in your hands. A minute later and Jon had dropped all the droids. "Excellent apprentice." Raven called out, Jon disengaged the blade and turned to his Master.
"Thank you Master." Jon dropped to a knee. "But I feel it has become too easy."
"I agree." Revan nodded. "And am glad you have not become arrogant with your success." Jon gave a small smile. "It is time to build your own lightsaber."
Jons eyes widened. "But Master that would involve me disassembling the few blades we have." He frowned. "And that's not to say they will have all the parts I need."
"Trust in the force Apprentice." Revan said as he went back into the holocron.
Jon sighed and nodded, he went around collecting the hoverball droids and putting them away. He went back up to his room and cleaned up, he put on a pair of pants and setup a mat to sit on. Before starting on his blade he wanted to meditate on it, to see if the Force would give him the insight to what parts e would need.
Jon loved the feeling of the Force when he meditated, it always seemed happy to see him and told him much. When Jon first started to receive visions from the Force he shared it with Raven the man was surprised at how clear it was, he told Jon about his own visions and Jon understood. So, Jon was always cautious, when he received a vision he made sure to follow up on what he saw. It was also more evidence that the Force had a plan for Jon, it led him to journals and books on leadership, tactics and history of both Dark and Light side users. He knew he was to learn all of it, to not repeat mistakes and learn from the things that went well.
Pictures began to fill Jon's mind, what surprised him was that it was not any lightsabers he had here in the Lair. Instead he saw what looked like a longsword handle complete with a cross guard and a dragon head at the bottom. It spun, and he noticed a trigger on the side making it obvious this was a lightsaber but it looked like something from his world. The handle began coming apart and Jon saw what comprised the weapon, it was all parts he could make easily enough and realized he would need to because all the metal shined with the familiar wave pattern of Valyrian Steel. His vison suddenly shifted to a large city, its streets crowded and people moving about their day. He spotted signs of Lannisters and first thought it was Lannisport or Casterly Rock but than it shifted to see the massive throne he knew had to be the Iron Throne.
Again his sight shifted and he saw the Sept of Baelor, with a man who he assumed was the High Septon waving to the people. His eyes shifted to the colorful jeweled crown on the man's head and Jon knew the Force was saying that would be his power crystal.
Opening his eyes Jon immediately headed to the work shop, he had to program the construction droids to use up some of his Valyrian Steel to make the parts. He was curious as to the design, especially the dragon on the pommel as a wolf would make more sense. "Of course, I am training in the Way of the Kyrat Dragon." Jon reasoned while he walked to a computer.
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Jon walked through Kingslanding, the moon light barely lite the way but he was able see thanks to the Force. The streets were mostly cleared, the only people out were drinking, looking for sex or offering sex. He was wrapped in a black cloak and was using the Force to hide himself even more, just incase people noticed him and wondered what he was up to. Luckily most people only bothered with themselves, especially since he didn't look rich enough to be worth robbing.
It didn't take long for Jon to reach the steps of Sept, the torches were lit but he couldn't make out anyone. Wrapping himself more with the Force to be sure Jon made his way into the Sept, the door was open, and Jon heard people moving about. He ignored it and used the Force to led him towards the crown. Walking through the halls Jon clung to the shadows, he paused when he heard laughter and woman giggling, curious he moved towards a door. Carefully cracking it open Jon couldn't see anything, but he heard woman giggling and a man groaning. "Yes ladies, worship and pay homage to repent your sins." Jon frowned.
"Yes Septon." He heard two women say, it was followed by a loud moan. Jon closed the door and frowned, he was pretty sure Septons were supposed to be chaste but waved it off as it wasn't his business. As he continued his search he was a bit disturbed by how many instances he found of Septons breaking their vows but again ignored it, he finally came to a steel door. Checking the door, which was locked, Jon reached out with the Force and slowly opened all the locks. Walking into the room he noticed it was a large study, several desks were stationed around the room and the walls were lined with shelves to hold scrolls.
On the far wall was a glass case, inside it was the High Septon's crown. Jon walked over and inspected the crown, the jewels shined like a rainbow in the candle light. Nodding he used the force to bend the metal holding the gems in place, he didn't need the whole crown and it was easier to get away with out it. As he finished Jon noticed an open book on the table, curious he inspected it and found it was a ledger with donations and spending of the church. Jon frowned as he noticed the high level of donations but the low level of spending by the church. Jon's hands tightened into a fist. "They have so much money, claim to be an institution for the weak and yet they squander the money and break their vows for personal pleasure." Jon took a deep breath and made a decision, one the Force agreed with, pulling out the lightsaber he brought with him he walked towards the hall. If he had looked into a mirror Jon would have seen his normal grey eyes grow a yellow ring on the edge.
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King Robert Baratheon sat with his small council, his mind normally mulled by wine was clear as it was a great tragedy they were discussing. Early this morning word had come that almost every Septon and several Silent Sisters were found dead, the Head Septon was beheaded in the middle of the sept. "What do we know?" He asked, he was worried because the people were already afraid of who could have done that.
Jon Arryn, Hand of the King and Robert's Father figure cleared his throat. "Upon research we discovered that ten septons, one of which was the High Septon and three part of the Most Devout, were killed. Four Silent sisters were also slain, the problem is how." Jon shifted and looked to Roberts brother Renly.
Renly was the youngest of the three Baratheon brothers, and while a bit more carefree he had stepped up into his role as Master of Laws for the incident. "Every body we found seems to have wounds that are cauterized, meaning the weapons were either red hot or on fire when used." He sighed. "Upon searching more we discovered that the High Septon's crown has been robbed of it's jewels."
"Why did they use flaming weapons?" Robert asked curiously.
"Perhaps that is the answer to who as well." Varys, Master of Whispers, softly answered. "The religion of The Lord of Light revere fire and flames. Perhaps this was an attack by them to try and gain a foothold in Westeros." The other members nodded in agreement.
Renly cleared his throat. "While that might be possible I have more to report." Everyone looked back at him. "Several of the bodies were found in…compromising positions and there were a few whores found unconscious with the bodies." That silenced them all. "When questioned all admitted to being paid to please the septons they were found with, one of the Most Devout's bodies was found with a Silent Sisters and they were obviously fucking."
Robert slammed his fist on the table. "So we have murdered priest's that were breaking their vows before they were killed, possibly by another religion." He sighed, really wanting wine at this point. "Has this gotten out?"
Renly shrugged. "I don't know if their were other whores who ran or if anyone found more before we got there." Robert nodded.
"Kept that quiet, find the whores and shut them up." He grumbled. "Last thing we need is that going around." He huffed. "And surely we can find the gems, fucking glowed like a rainbow doubt anyone would not notice those."
"I have already spread word your Grace." Varys put in, Robert nodded.
"Good, good." He drummed his fingers on his chair. "We need to find who did this, Varys be watching for any signs of that Light religion popping up." Varys nodded. "Renly make sure all.." The door suddenly burst open and a guard was there looking worried.
"Your Grace I beg pardon but there is a crowd gathering outside the Great Sept and they are not happy." The guard quickly shot out, the small council looked around and got up.
"Get my horse ready!" Robert barked and made his way past everyone towards the stable.
It didn't take long for Robert, two Kingsguard and a small squad of men to make it to the Sept. As the guard had said a large mob had gathered and were yelling at the few remaining Septons, who were cowering behind the Gold Cloaks Renly had stationed there. Robert could barley make out what the people were yelling but it had something to do with money, luckily as people saw him they moved out of the way. Robert straightened his back as he moved to the front of the crowd. "Quiet!" Robert yelled and threw up a hand. "Quiet!"
Soon the people all settled down but still looked upset and angry. "I demand to know what is going on!" Robert barked, a few people looked worried but a man stepped forward holding paper.
"My King these Septons have lied and cheated us." He held up the pages. "I am a tavern owner and I know my numbers, these pages were left at my door and show the Faith has taken our donations but done little to help us."
"Show me." Robert snapped at the man, who's bravery instilled others with papers and they all brought them forward. The King looked over the numbers and indeed saw they were spending far less than they took in, he also remembered times when they claimed they needed the crowns help with finances. Turning his horse towards the stairs he looked at the septons. "Well Septons? What say you to these numbers?"
"Lies your Grace." A man called out. "Spread by the killer of our brother and sisters."
"Is that so?" Robert hummed. "Then I will just have my own Master of Coin look over these numbers and see if they don't match what others report having donated." He turned back to the crowd. "I swear to investigate this and if the Faith truly is taking our money for their own gain I swear they will pay in more than coin!" The people cheered, it may have started as a mess but the incident had gained Robert some favor with the people, and some coin after he squeezed the Faith.
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Jon sat on his mat, the parts to his lightsaber scattered about and one of the gems had been cut down to the right size. He closed his eyes and meditated on all the pieces, slowly thinking about where and how all of them should fit. He tried to split his focus on both the pieces and on what the final result should look like, the air was filled with the sound of things clicking together. After minutes of focusing Jon opened his eyes to see his weapon floating in front of him, he slowly took hold of it and then stood up.
It was a foot in length, with its trigger just below the cross guard, its Valyrian Steel color shined in the light and the dragon head looked especially fierce, its mouth open and pointing to the side like the cross guard. What was also special we the cross guard, the Force had driven him to a piece of Mandalorian Iron in the Lair that he had formed into the cross. He could use it to block lightsabers and weapon blasts. It would be a formidable weapon, holding it up Jon ignited the weapon and was surprised to see the blade. Not only was it pure white but the lenses had formed it into a wide blade, it looked like a glowing longsword. "Incredible."
"Indeed." Raven said from his place. "I have not seen a white blade before, but it makes sense with the gem having a rainbow like color."
Jon began to swing it about, getting used to the weapon as it was weighted differently than most lightsabers he had dealt with. He smiled though, the flat blade would make reflecting back blasts easier and its different shape would throw lightsaber opponents. Jon could feel the Force happy he was pleased with his unique and special weapon, something that was his and not his Masters.
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Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Quick info, below is the exchange rate for coins I'm going to use.
1 Gold Dragon= 20 Silver Stag
1 Silver Stag= 30 Copper Penny
