Star Wars Fan Fiction
Force Wanderer
By Kraven Ergeist
A/N: This is a side story, taking place after the long and the short of the majority of the Star Wars universe. The Jedi Academy is in full bloom, and the offspring of Skywalker – Jaicen, Jaina, Anakin and Ben – have all become full-fledged Jedi. Master Skywalker remains the headmaster of the academy, however, this story involves entirely fabricated characters. This is not a fic that concerns any of the major characters in the Star Wars universe, this fic exists for its own sake.
Chapter One
Above the ever-active metropolis of Coruscant, a ship that stood out no more than any other made its way to the planet's surface. It was a medium sized ship that could comfortably fit five people and uncomfortable fit twenty. Lightly armored and lightly equipped, it was designed for a single pilot to operate from any usage from scouting to rescue missions. The pilot of this ship however, was on a slightly different type of mission.
A thin flimsy protocol droid wobbled its way through the interior of the ship until it came to the cockpit, where the ship's lone occupant sat at the controls.
"For the record, Kim, the odds of finding one individual among the masses of Coruscant are precisely 8,795,410,852 to 1."
The individual before the droid was silent, as she pensively scanned their surroundings as her ship was guided into long-term parking. Embroidered head tails lay dangling, lazily next to Kim's shoulders, as a brown robe typical of a Jedi covered every other part of her body. Her red skin shone with the exuded light of the ship's controls.
"Do me a favor, Dee," the Twi'lek intoned, ironically, "And keep that kind of poodoo to yourself."
The droid nodded in compliance as Kim Jagosa left her seat and walked down the ramp of her ship.
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While the droid's computer brain may have justified such estimates, it did not factor in one crucial fact.
Kim was a Jedi.
Since the expansion of the New Republic, Luke Skywalker's Jedi Academy had unleashed some hundred Jedi into the galaxy. Of that number, fifteen were currently on Courascant. Kim could sense them all. Fourteen of them were clearly aligned to the light side. But her target was one that was not so.
That said, finding this particular Jedi was not much of a challenge.
She had located him before actually initiating contact. She was a tracker, a hunter of sorts, and it was crucial to learn as much about her target as possible before rushing in. Patience had always been a strength of hers at the Jedi Academy.
She learned some surprising facts about her target. She had been sent after a Jedi turned evil who had gone missing from the academy.
The Sith's name was Serge Verdammt.
"I was told that this Jedi had become a full fledged Sith," Kim mused to her droid, back on her ship, reviewing her data. It had been two weeks already, and she was still unsure about her target. "For a Sith, however, his actions don't seem too malevolent. He uses his persuasive powers to get food and drink without pay, but what money he does come across, he gives to street urchins and beggars. And while he spends most of his time holed up in the local cantina, he doesn't do anything malicious, save the random bar fight, none of which I've seen him instigate. He doesn't seem to have any real objective or goal. He just spends his time lounging from one day to the next."
The droid, D-4PO, just hummed. "So what do you intend to do, Mistress Kim?"
Kim stood and threw her hood on. "I'm going to make first contact and see how it goes."
Dee sighed, abjectly. "Oh dear…please be careful, Mistress."
Kim smiled. "I will. I'll stay in constant contact with the ship, okay?"
With that, she stepped off to meet her target face on.
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At first, Serge Verdammt didn't notice anything different. He had been coming here night after night, and nothing seemed to be solved. He sat at a secluded table, drank until he lost any perception of the Force, and then made his way home to the dump of a shack that posed as such, and fell asleep to face the next morning.
But something was different tonight. Before taking a sip of his first drink, he felt a slight tremor in the air around him. He realized immediately that there was someone with a strong force connection present.
Instead of downing his glass, he slumped his head, while silently stretching out with his feelings, touching each individual around him, until he found the person he was searching for.
"Hey, there," came a seductive voice.
Serge glanced towards the source of the voice, as young woman wearing little to no clothes pranced around him, dangling herself before him.
"Feel like doing something naughty?" the woman offered.
Serge reached into his pocket and took out a wad of bills and offered it to her. "Take it and go."
The woman frowned. "Aw…you can't give this to me and not get anything out of-"
Serge threw her a forceful glare. "I said…take it and go…"
The woman turned around and walked away.
Serge did not spare her a second glance as he felt the force presence get closer. Serge stirred uneasily as he turned and saw the female Jedi come and face him.
"I saw that," she muttered, sitting across from him.
Serge tried to sound distracted. "Saw what?"
The red Twi'lek tossed a head tail around her neck and smiled. "For a Sith, you don't hide your presence well at all."
Serge threw her a look that would have melted steel. "Who are you? A Jedi?"
"You're quick."
Serge refocused his attention to his drink. "Leave me be. Any business I have with the Jedi has long since passed."
Kim crossed her arms. "I'm afraid that's not for you to decide. I am under orders to bring the Sith Serge Verdammt to the Jedi Academy, or failing that, to eliminate him."
Serge threw her a withering glare. "I'm no Sith. If that's what you Jedi call anyone who doesn't adhere to your dogma, then I suppose you could call me that, but I do not serve the Dark Side."
Kim frowned and leaned over the table. "Then what are you?"
Serge shrugged. "I am whatever I care to be. Now leave me in peace, Jedi. I am not threat to your order."
Kim paused, unsure of how to proceed from this point.
"I…I have orders," Kim stammered. "And orders say that I am either to bring the Sith Lord Serge Verdammt to the Jedi Academy, or failing that, to eliminate him."
Serge looked up again. "I told you, I'm no Sith."
"You wield a red lightsaber," Kim accused.
"My original was confiscated," Serge explained. "I had to make due."
"You are reported to employ Dark Side powers," Kim went on.
"I told you," Serge glared. "I do not adhere to the dogma of the Jedi."
Kim scowled. "If you are a not a Sith or a Jedi than what are you?"
Serge sat back, arms crossed. "…You really want to hear the story?"
Kim blinked once, then nodded.
"Then listen closely, I'm not going to repeat anything…"