Sorry for the ridiculously long delay, people, but as you can see, this story has not been abandoned. I've finally got a significant amount of time off, so I can get back to my stories now!
Spectre4hire: Got it in one. Because of that, I'm going to put a small reference to you in this chapter. See if you can spot it (It's pretty obvious).
Chapter 7: Rebuke
Carth looked around the cantina, barely able to contain his rage as he saw multiple groups of people, mostly aliens, raising their drinks as they praised the name Darth Revan.
Carth growled "Are all these people really this ignorant? Haven't they heard about all the horrors conducted, all the innocent people butchered by the Sith in this damned war?"
Beside him, the Jedi Knight Valeesha Pridence, murmured "As terrible as those are, none of them have had a direct effect on these people, Carth. They only care about what happens to them personally."
Trask Ulgo pointed out "You have to admit, Sith Lord or not, Revan has made life on Taris a lot better for the vast majority of its people."
Carth instantly rounded on the inexperienced soldier. "Are you seriously defending that murdering scum? Just whose side are you on in this war, Ensign?"
Before Carth could do anything that could draw attention, Valeesha swiftly defused the situation. "Carth, you have to remember that Trask is merely stating what his eyes and ears tell him. He is new to the war, and so he did not see the Dark Lord's underlying motives when Revan 'liberated' these people."
Trask frowned. "What do you mean? What underlying motive?"
The Jedi lowered her head. "Revan is a master of manipulation. By gaining the love of the common people, many of them will enlist into Darth Revan's army, and turn against the Republic."
"And that's just the ones on Taris," Carth added. "His propaganda officers must be having a field day with all this."
Trask still didn't seem entirely convinced. "But if he wanted soldiers that badly, couldn't he just conscript them? There are billions of people on this planet."
"He could," Valeesha acknowledged. "But conscripts would likely just desert or defect to the Republic the first chance they got, and even if they didn't they wouldn't commit themselves to the fight. Plus, Revan would have to waste soldiers keeping this planet secure so the people wouldn't revolt. This way, the recruit he gets are willing ones, and he's able to send them all straight to the front lines."
Convinced, Trask whistled. "Wow, no wonder Revan beat the Mandalorians so badly – he's got to be one of the best tacticians the galaxy's seen in generations."
The Jedi Knight muttered "Revan is brilliant, charismatic, and he knows how to inspire others – all the qualities of a fine leader. And I can't deny that he was truly a great one when he led the Republic against Mandalore's armies. But now he is a servant of the dark side, and no one in this galaxy is safe until he is defeated."
Carth shook his head – he was sick of talking about the traitor Revan. "Enough sitting around. We need to figure out a way to get off this planet."
"Well we can't simply take the next shuttle off-world – they're all heading to other planets occupied by the Sith. And right now we need to get to Dantooine so that we can report to the Jedi Council." The Knight reminded them.
Trask shrugged "I'm sure if we look in the right places, we'll be able to find someone who can smuggle us out of here. But even if we find them, it's gonna cost us credits."
Carth got everyone to take out all their credits, and he counted them. They currently had 273 credits. Not nearly enough to buy them a ticket off this world.
Trask spotted several gamblers close by, and whispered "Do either of you play pazaak?" When both shook their heads, he asked Valeesha "Do you think maybe you could use your Jedi mind trick thing to... tip the odds in your favour?"
She blinked "You mean use the Force to cheat these men out of their hard-earned credits? That would be a violation of the Jedi Code!"
"Fine! Fine! Forget I said anything."
Carth then spotted something of interest. "What about that?" On several of the vid-screens implanted in the cantina's walls, were the words The Taris Duelling Ring Commission proudly presents our latest match: Deadeye Duncan vs. Gerlon Two-Fingers!
"You want to earn credits by betting on the duelling matches?" Trask guessed.
"No, I'm suggesting that one of us enters the ring, where the real money has got to be. As long as we don't do anything to attract the Sith's attention, we'll have enough credits to get out of here in no time. Maybe even buy our own ship."
"Alright" Trask nodded, "I guess the only question is which one of us will be the one to step into the ring. And I can tell you right now that it's not me. I could probably make it past the first two or three guys, but some of them look like they've been duelling for years."
When the attention turned to Carth, he sighed "I could take them, but the risk of exposure is too big. Those matches are probably broadcasted all over Taris, and if Revan or any of the other traitors I fought beside against the Mandalorians see me, there's a good chance they'll recognize me."
That left Valeesha.
"I won't kill men just for a handful of credits." She declared.
"Hey, the duels are all non-lethal. They only let the duellists use dulled vibroblades, and stun blasters. Sure, a guy might end up with nasty bruises or even a couple broken bones, but no one ever gets killed, not since they made death matches illegal on this planet." Trask assured her.
The Jedi seemed to have an internal debate, then eventually sighed "Fine. I'll do it. But if I'm going to go into that ring, I'll need a new weapon. If I go in there armed with a lightsaber, the Sith will be all over us faster than you can blink."
Valeesha's energy shield barely held up against Twitch's rain of blaster fire as she ran up to him. It was infuriating for her – knowing she could have simply deflected it all, but unable to in order to maintain her cover. When she got within striking distance, Twitch threw his blasters aside and whipped out his vibroblade. It quickly became clear to the Jedi that while Twitch was a very skilled duellist, he was much better at shooting than he was at swordplay.
Twenty seconds later, Twitch's blade was skittering across the ground as Valeesha disarmed the Rodian, then she hit him over the head with the hilt of her vibrosword, knocking him out cold.
"It's over! The fight is over! The Mysterious Stranger has won!" The duelling ring's announcer excitedly declared. "Twitch's reign of terror is over! Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new champion: The Mysterious Stranger!"
The Jedi allowed herself a brief moment of pride as the thousands of people in the audience cheered for her. She'd torn through Deadeye Duncan and Gerlon Two-Fingers – who could barely even fight, what with Duncan's terrible eyesight and Gerlon's injury. Ice had put up a good fight, but mastery of the blade was a Jedi's field of expertise, and she'd gone down in the end. Marl had given her a run for her money, and she was not ashamed to say that had he still been in his prime, there was a very good chance he could have defeated her even if she had been using the Jedi's preferred weapon. And as for Twitch, she'd just demonstrated that you simply needed a good energy shield to counter his blasters, as well as a strong sword arm and quick reflexes.
A couple of medic droids carried Twitch's body out of the ring, and another one checked Valeesha over for any injuries, which was unnecessary seeing that she hadn't suffered so much as a scratch. The instant she was given the green light, she began walking off the stage, but stopped when she nearly bumped into a heavily armoured man.
"Where do you think you're going, Stranger? Did you really think you could become the so-called Taris Duelling Ring Champion without even having a friendly chat with the legendary Bendak Starkiller?"
Valeesha recognized the name immediately. It was impossible to get involved in the duelling ring on Taris and not hear about Bendak Starkiller. He'd fought in the ring over hundred times, and each one had been a death match. But when death matches became illegal, he retired because he found non-lethal fights too boring.
"What do you want, Bendak?"
"I've been watching you in the duelling ring," He casually stated. "Not bad for an amateur. But I'm about to show you what it's like to do battle against a real champion."
The Jedi became suspicious. "I thought you only fought in death matches, Bendak."
"I do."
"But they're illegal!"
Bendak chuckled, and a second later the announcer's voice came over the speakers again. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special surprise for you! Come with me on a journey to the savage days of years gone by, when two combatants entered the arena, and only one came out alive! They're illegal. They're banned. They've been outlawed for nearly ten years. But we're going to show one to you tonight: A good old-fashioned death match!"
Valeesha stared in shock at Bendak, who smirked. "When I saw how quickly you burned through the first three pretenders, I had a feeling you had what it took to beat the rest. I talked to Ajuur, and he agreed. The Hutt spent this whole time 'chatting' with the right people, so we don't have worry about anyone interfering. The match starts in an hour, Stranger, so that the fans have time to go place their bets. I suggest you take this time to reflect on your life, because the next time you step into this ring, you won't walk out."
Bendak walked away to prepare, then seemed to remember something as he turned around. "Oh, and don't even think of running. It crossed my mind that you might get cold feet, which is why I had Ajuur place guards all around the arena. Go rest up, Stranger. I'll see you again when it's time for you to die. And be sure to get a proper weapon – don't want you to die too quickly."
"Well this is just kriffing great," Trask spat as he watched what transpired on the screen. "What do we do now?"
Carth sighed "The only thing we can do: Hope that Valeesha has what it takes to beat that scumbag." Before Trask could object, Carth muttered "I don't like it either, Ensign. But it's either that, or we break in, bust her out, and draw a lot of unwanted attention from the Sith."
The young soldier shook his head in disgust. "I hate this. I mean, it's bad enough being on a Sith-occupied planet, but it also has to be the one that the Dark Lord himself is on. Now we have to deal with this too!"
"Valeesha's a Jedi Knight, she can handle herself." Carth told his fellow soldier. 'I hope.' "We've kept a relatively low profile, and despite Valeesha's celebrity status in the ring, no one on Taris knows anything about her aside from her stage name. As for Darth Revan being here, he's probably got more important things to do than hunt Republic fugitives – like, conquer worlds, enslave cities, torture prisoners, kill innocents, or whatever it is that Sith Lords do..."
Revan swept his crimson saber in a long arc, severing the heads of two Vulkars, and then unleashed a storm of lightning from his hand on a security droid.
With all the obvious threats dealt with for the moment, the Dark Lord turned his attention on a woman cowering in the corner.
"Please don't hurt me!" She begged. "I just serve the food here, that's all! I'm not like the others – I'm not even a Black Vulkar! Please don't kill me!"
Revan deactivated his blade, but kept it in his hand. "Who are you, and what are you doing in the Vulkar base?"
Still trembling, the girl answered "My name is Ada. My father owed Davik some money, but he couldn't pay. Davik killed my father and sold me into slavery here at the Vulkar compound to pay off the debt."
Sensing that the woman was telling the truth, Revan put away his lightsaber, and opened the door to the hallway where Zaalbar, Mission, and Bastila were waiting.
"You were in there for nineteen whole seconds, Revan," The Twi'lek smirked. "Don't tell me you're getting old."
Bastila was quick to defend her bondmate. "It actually only took him two seconds to kill the Vulkars. I'll have you know, Mission, that the other seventeen were spent talking to a woman that these scum have enslaved." One that note, she walked up to Ada and tried to calm the poor girl down. "Everything's going to be all right. It's safe now; we're not going to hurt you."
Despite Bastila's reassurances, Ada still seemed slightly cautious. "Who are you people?"
Mission said "My name's Mission, and this Wookiee is my best friend Zaalbar. That's Bastila, and this is... Revan."
Ada's eyes snapped over to where Revan imposingly stood with his arms crossed as he silently observed them all. "Wait, Revan as in Darth Revan, the Dark Lord of the Sith?"
Mission sheepishly said "If you want to put it that way... yeah. But don't let what the Republic says about him fool you. Revan's actually a good guy. He's already made life on Taris about ten times better for anyone who isn't a member of the nobility or a Black Vulkar."
'Really?" Ada said, surprised. "Well, then do you think that maybe you could... let me go?"
"Consider yourself set free." Revan told the girl.
Ada blinked, secretly wondering if this was all a dream. After all, who ever heard of Sith Lords setting slaves free out of the kindness of their hearts? "I... I'm free to go? You're not gonna kill me? I-I don't know how I can ever repay you. Thank you! Thank you!"
Ada excitedly ran for the doors, but Revan stopped her with the Force. "Hold on, Ada. This base is still swarming with Vulkars, and if any of them see you, they'll kill you. For now, I suggest you stay here with these three. I'll take care of the Vulkars." Revan then disappeared from sight as he cloaked himself with the Force.
Ada blinked, then pinched herself to be absolutely certain that this wasn't a dream. When things stayed the same, she turned towards the group of three.
"How did he do that?"
"With the Force as your ally, anything is possible." Bastila stated.
Revan used the Force to silently choke the lazy Vulkar that was supposed to be monitoring the base's security, and then sealed the doors behind him as he allowed himself to become visible once more. The Dark Lord sat down at the computers, and began to expertly sabotage the security measures the Vulkars had put up – alarms, turrets, droids, force fields. Once that was done, he activated his holocomm and contacted the soldiers he had on standby, waiting to infiltrate the base.
"Come in, Captain Tundrath, this is Darth Revan. Come in."
A small hologram of the officer he was hailing appeared. "My lord, Captain Tundrath responding. What are your orders?"
"Is Spectre Squadron ready, Captain?" Revan demanded. Spectre Squadron consisted of the best stealth and infiltration specialists under Revan's command, and had done everything from assassinating Republic generals, to liberating entire POW camps. And it was all done without the enemy realizing they'd even been there until there was nothing left at the site except cold bodies or smoking craters. And on top of that, the squadron had never taken a single casualty in all their years of service.
"Affirmative, my lord," Spectre Squadron's CO said. "My men are currently on standby, and are ready to enter the base whenever you want, my lord."
"The base's security is down." Revan told them. "Have your men incapacitate the guards at the front entrance, infiltrate the base, and do the same to the rest of the Vulkars inside. Once the base is secure, contact Lieutenant Hakran, and have him send a platoon of soldiers to arrest the Vulkars. Once the lieutenant shows up, he and his men can handle the rest. Also, apparently the Vulkars were involved in the slave market. Whenever your men find a slave, free them, treat them well, and once the base is secure tell Hakran to make them a part of the integration program that the outcasts of the Under City are currently undergoing."
"Acknowledged and understood, my lord."
Bastila raised her head as she sensed her bondmate returning. "Revan's back." Sure enough, a second later one the door opened seemingly on its own, and when it closed again the Dark Lord reappeared in the exact same place he'd been when he had left them.
"The Vulkars in this base are finished. In mere moments, a whole squadron of stealth commandos will have overrun this entire complex, which means our job here is done." With an air of pure confidence, Revan opened the doors, and as the others followed him, they were met with the sight of unconscious Vulkars, and deactivated security droids. Then, two commandos from Spectre Squadron deactivated their stealth field generators and saluted the Dark Lord.
A soldier wearing a sergeant insignia on his shoulder reported "Lord Revan, this level has been secured, and the rest of the base will follow shortly. Additionally, Captain Tundrath wishes me to inform you that Commander Maddraath and the rest of your personal guard are waiting for you outside, my lord."
"Very good, Sergeant. You may proceed with your mission."
Moments later, Revan was once again surrounded by twenty of the deadliest non-Force users in the galaxy, and on his way back to his flagship, accompanied by Bastila, as well as Mission and Zaalbar. But he stopped when he heard Ada's voice call out to him.
"Milord, wait!" When he turned to face her, she walked up to him with a look of dedication and certainty on her face that had not been there before. "You have set me free from a life of torment, and servitude – something I can never truly repay. I'm... not a soldier, but if you'll let me, I will happily spend the rest of my life serving you, milord."
"I accept your offer," Revan told her. "And do not fear, Ada. We will find a place for you. War requires far more than just soldiers."
Smiling, the former slave gave a small bow and said "I promise I'll serve you well, milord."
Bastila entered her quarters on the Avenger with Mission right behind her, and when the Twi'lek saw the size of her living space she gaped "You live here?"
"Yes, Revan has been quite generous to me ever since I came aboard this ship. And now, you live here too, Mission."
"Sweet!" Mission jumped onto the nearest couch, and sighed blissfully as she lounged. "So how long do you think Revan and Big Z are gonna be?" After they had rejoined Revan's elite guard, Maddraath had informed Revan of a number of governmental situations that required his attention, such as dealing with bigoted nobles that were upset with 'having their sacred traditions cast aside' as well as alien families who claimed that their ancestors had owned property in the upper cities, or even been members of the nobility before the Tarisian government changed its laws to favour humans. And since Zaalbar had sworn a life debt to Revan, the Wookiee went with him.
"I don't know, Mission. I can tell you that Revan will be quick to disregard anyone that's upset with the changes he's made to this world's social structure, but there will be a lot of them. As for the aliens trying to regain their ancestors' lost status, it will take time to authenticate whatever proof they have to support their claim, assuming they even have it."
Suddenly the door to the suite opened, and its two residents were surprised to see Shaleena and Ada step through. They both went up to Bastila and offered a small courtesy. Ada said "Lady Bastila, Lord Revan has appointed us both as your handmaidens. Is there anything you need?"
"I need something to do!" Mission declared. "I'm bored!"
"We've been in here for less than a minute, Mission!" Bastila protested.
The Twi'lek tried to explain herself. "Well, yeah but... Back on Taris, life in the Lower City was kind of dangerous sometimes, but at least it was exciting! And I get the feeling that I'm not coming back here for a really long time – not that I'm complaining, mind you. But before we go, I wanna see the Upper City. I was never able to go there before since I'm not a human, and I'd like to see just a little of it before we go."
Shaleena squealed "Oh please, can we come with you? I've wanted to see the Upper City for as long as I can remember!"
When seeing how excited they were at the chance to experience something that had been denied to them their entire lives Bastila wouldn't have been able to say no even if she'd wanted to. She smiled softly. "I'll get us a shuttle."
"Yes!" Mission cheered. "Watch out Upper City! Here comes Mission Vao!"
Valeesha spun her newly sharpened vibrosword in her hand one last time before stepping into the arena, where Bendak Starkiller was waiting for her with an arrogant smirk on his face underneath his helmet. The instant she did so, everyone in the audience cheered. The Jedi felt her gut churn. These people were cheering at the idea of seeing someone die just so they could have a bit of entertainment and possibly win a few credits.
The announcer excitedly shouted "In this corner: a living legend! A man whose very name would make his opponents shake in their boots... if any of them were still alive! Ha ha ha! Out of retirement for one last duel: BENDAK STARKILLER!" Everyone in the audience screamed.
"And who would be crazy enough to step into the ring with such a lethal legend? Who would be mad enough to face almost certain death merely for your enjoyment?"
'As if I have a choice about this...' Valeesha thought in disgust.
"Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on... the Mysterious Stranger!" Once the cheering died down a bit, the announcer roared "And now, the moment we've all been waiting for... LET THE DEATH MATCH BEGIN!"
Time seemed to slow down for Valeesha Pridence. The Jedi Knight felt the Force flow through her as she calmed herself, and she activated her energy shield before taking falling into the stance of the fourth lightsaber form, Ataru, and taking off in a sprint towards Bendak. Her opponent had clearly underestimated her speed, and as he fired on the Jedi, the majority of his shots went wide as she was able to anticipate the path of his shots through the Force and utilize Ataru's speed and agility to expertly dodge them, while the rest harmlessly fell against her shield.
Finally she got within striking distance of Bendak, and as he whipped out a vibrosword of his own, Valeesha felt herself fall into a Makashi stance, the second form, specifically developed for lightsaber combat, but vibroblades were close enough.
Bendak was indeed a skilled duellist, but it was clear to Valeesha that he relied heavily on brute strength, since his armour greatly reduced his mobility. Valeesha on the other hand was only lightly armoured, but far more nimble than him. As Bendak slashed at her, she was able to deflect his blade to the side, then strike at his midsection. His armour was able to protect its wearer, but Valeesha found that the best armour was not to get hit in the first place.
As time passed, Valeesha scored more hits, however shallow they were. And as the number of hits grew, so too did Bendak's frustration. All he had to do was hit her once, and the little schutta would go down! But she kept dancing around him, too afraid to attempt at anything but score glancing blows. The coward!
It was only a matter of time before Bendak was consumed by his rage, and as his vision turned red, his strikes ceased to have any semblance of skill in them. He was just wildly whipping his sword back and forth, desperate to hit his opponent.
Valeesha jumped out of his range, and as Bendak roared at her and charged like a rampaging gundark, the Knight calmly breathed once, and stood ready. Bendak swung his vibrosword at her head, but Valeesha had seen the attack coming a mile away even without the Force to grant her foresight. The Jedi Knight ducked under his swing, and before he could recover his balance, she spun, and used the Force to amplify her strength as she plunged her blade behind her, the tip of which jutted out through the back of Bendak Starkiller's armour.
Valeesha drew her blade from his body, and tossed it aside as she grabbed Bandak's body before it could fall, and respectfully laid it to rest on the arena floor. She'd stabbed him through the heart. A quick, and merciful death.
'There is no death, there is the Force.'
The audience was silent as stone.
Once the announcer had recovered from his shock, he screamed "It's over! The fight is over! He's down! Bendak is down! Bendak Starkiller is down! BENDAK STARKILLER IS DEAD!" And as the audience cheered for Valeesha's sin, he shouted "All hail the Mysterious Stranger! The greatest duellist ever to grace the rings of Taris!"
"I can't believe it! You actually beat Bendak Starkiller! I can't believe it! You beat him!"
"No one's ever gonna want to face you in the ring again, Stranger!"
"I knew you could do it, Stranger! No one believed me, but I just knew!"
Valeesha heard all this and more from the arena's fans, but none of it mattered to her. She took her credits from Ajuur with a twisted feeling in her gut. 'This is blood money.' She wouldn't have even considered taking the credits if she didn't need them to get back to the Jedi Council on Dantooine.
Once she rejoined Carth and Trask, she quickly made her way toward the cantina's exit. But before she could leave, a man blocked her way.
"Stranger, I've got an offer you can't refuse."
"Not interested." Valeesha bluntly answered.
"I think you might want to reconsider," The man said in a harsh tone. Suddenly the Jedi and the two Republic soldiers found themselves surrounded by at least a dozen thugs. "Because the man I work for really doesn't like to take no for an answer."
"Just who do you work for?" Carth demanded as his hand inched toward where his blaster lay concealed.
"Hey, I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to your lady-friend," The man snapped before turning back to Valeesha. "You've done something no one on Taris thought possible, Stranger: You beat Bendak Starkiller at his own game, and doing so has caught the eye of Davik Kang. He sent me here to extend you a very generous offer to join his privileged organization. Accept, and you'll become wealthy beyond your wildest dreams. Say no, and my friends will have to resort to... different methods of persuasion."
Valeesha silently looked to the Force for guidance, and felt it urge her to continue.
"I... accept."
Carth spun to look at her. "Are you out of your-"
"Carth," She whispered, "I understand if this seems like a bad idea, but right now I need you to trust me on this."
Carth slowly and reluctantly nodded in acceptance.
"Excellent," The thug under Davik's employment smiled. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you and your friends to Davik's palace."
As the Jedi Knight and her two companions followed them, Carth grabbed Valeesha's arm and whispered "Just so we're clear, I'm only going along with this because I'm a soldier, and I follow orders. I don't trust you. I can't trust you. I can't trust anyone."
Valeesha turned to look at him. "Why?"
In an instant, Valeesha felt a torrent of emotions from the soldier. Hatred, mourning, a sense of failure, a desire for revenge, all of that and more in a split second. Then it was gone so quickly, the Jedi wondered if she'd imagined it.
"Maybe someday, I'll tell you."
Well, I think that's enough for one chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, and be sure to leave a review!
Also, for those of you wondering who the Jedi is, she's she the one that you see fighting a Sith on the Endar Spire before an explosion kills her. I figured that the group could use a Jedi since they don't have Revan. Plus, Trask is obviously alive since Bandon wasn't there to kill him because he was too busy attempting a coup against Revan, and we all know how that turned out. Oh, and can anyone guess which SWTOR character is descended from Valeesha/Valeesha's family? Hint: You meet her as part of the Smuggler story.
As I write these stories, other ideas for more great stories come to my mind, but I'm already trying to juggle several, but I'd hate to just let these potentially great fanfics collect dust, so to speak. Which is why I'm going to summarize them for you, and if you want me to write them, just say so, or if you want to do it yourself, feel free! Just know that I will the claiming the rights to most of these, so if you want to write those ones, you'll need my permission. I just don't want anyone stealing my ideas. And you should probably know that I'm a sucker for romance, and also an all-out light-sider.
*Major spoilers for Imperial Agent story from SWTOR*
You know when you take down Hunter, and it turns out 'he' is actually a woman? What if instead of her dying, the Agent knocks her out before she has a chance to commit suicide, and then takes her onto his ship, and the two eventually have a romance together. I claim the rights to this story.
Every once in a while in SWTOR, the Republic and the Empire have a common enemy; Bouris Ulgo, Master Fay's Brotherhood, and Sel-Makor, just to name a few. What if one of the champions from both the Empire and the Republic (I'm thinking the Sith Warrior and the Trooper) were to repeatedly cross paths during those missions? What starts out as an uneasy alliance would slowly (very slowly) lead to a friendly rivalry, and possibly even a romance? I claim the rights to this story.
When the Inquisitor shows up at the Sith Academy on Korriban, she bumps into the Sith Warrior. The two form an alliance to complete their trials together in order to increase their odds of survival, which of course develops into a friendship, and later a romance. I claim the rights to this story.
I'm still waiting for someone to write a romance fanfic between Lord Scourge and a female Jedi Knight. Sure, Scourge is three hundred years old, but Liara in Mass Effect is over a hundred, and Shepard can even attempt a romance with Samara, who is almost a thousand! I don't claim the rights to this story.
This last one is just a fun idea I've been toying with. A SWTOR/Halo crossover in which the Reds and Blues somehow wind up getting teleported to Voss. Once there, the Reds join the Empire, since their flags are red, and the Blues join the Republic since their flags are blue. Why Voss? Because these guys can literally screw up anything. I'm willing to bet they could even find a way to screw up a Mystic's vision/prophecy. I claim the rights to this story.
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