1 This is a prologue of greater things to come and is set in the star wars
new Jedi order universe, none of which I own, however this story skips
around a lot and has several story lines running through and my own
characters because I don't know the names of any of the academy students
aside from Sannah, Valin, Jysella, Tahiri and Anakin if you count him. I
have an explanation of the thinking behind this but I'm hesitant to post it
because it really is just a long rant…maybe I'll put it up in a section
that allows it. Oh well, enjoy.
2 -Chaos-theory
3
4 Shortly after rebirth on the errant venture: Luke's point of view
They had fallen asleep. Finally. Every last student that could gather at the errant venture had. And now, now they were finally asleep. From my vantage point I could see very little. Sannah daintily resting on a pillow, her mischievous eyes hidden behind thick lashes that had finally met one another. Her hand carelessly flung to her right, and the other supporting her head. To her left Corran's two slept, their peaceful forms haphazardly covered with a dusty rust blanket that was beginning to show it's age. The pair's heads rested on Lowbacca's furry arm, flung a good four feet from his body, left still of Lowbacca lay the twins. Their brandy brown eyes never looked so beautiful, as they were shut, thus preventing the duo from wreaking havoc at least for an hour. Jaina's hair lay about her face as though it had been blowing in the wind and sprayed with carbonite, forever leaving it strewn about. Jacen's, however, looked worse then hers with multitudes of cowlicks threatening to overcome his eyes. Jaina's head lay on Jacen's shoulder, and his head on her's so that they looked as though they were perfectly posed for a picture and just waiting for the light to flash so they could return to wrecking the photographers shop. Next to Jacen, Tenel Ka was curled up, her one arm supporting her head while allowing her red curls to drape to the floor. Her lizard skin armor still served to cover her even in slumber. Further on the right of the warrior girl lay Zekk. His black hair was no longer up and presently covered his face preventing one from noticing his pale features. Raynar and Lusa who would have normally completed the set, minus Corran's two, were missing from the ship. Radiating out from the comfortable group lay the remainder of the mismatched Jedi hopefuls. My eyes were drawn, not to any of them but to a particularly special pair. Though neither of them could be considered students any longer they still lingered on the ship, as did most of the Jedi. Anakin and Tahiri, the most perfectly matched of anyone I had seen, had fallen asleep on the rooms one chair. Tahiri's head was resting ever so slightly on Anakin's shoulder, in much the same position as the twins, and Anakin's head was upon hers. Anakin's arms surrounded the younger girl in a constant hug and she looked perfectly happy from her spot on his lap. They both did. Her hair surrounded her face in a golden halo that contrasted deeply with Anakin's dark coif. Yet, they were in bliss. In the force it was hard to tell where Anakin stopped and Tahiri began and I wonder if either of them even knew. It was wonderful that they had been able to escape the war that surrounded them for even a moment and I was happy for them. Eternally happy. Yet somehow, from the force, an unhappy feeling surrounded them. A dark shadow that was counting off the minutes until the explosion, just what that explosion was I had no clue of. I took a holo of them there, in complete bliss, and saved it, hoping what I had just experienced was not going to happen but knowing one of them would soon need the picture for a memory.
2 -Chaos-theory
3
4 Shortly after rebirth on the errant venture: Luke's point of view
They had fallen asleep. Finally. Every last student that could gather at the errant venture had. And now, now they were finally asleep. From my vantage point I could see very little. Sannah daintily resting on a pillow, her mischievous eyes hidden behind thick lashes that had finally met one another. Her hand carelessly flung to her right, and the other supporting her head. To her left Corran's two slept, their peaceful forms haphazardly covered with a dusty rust blanket that was beginning to show it's age. The pair's heads rested on Lowbacca's furry arm, flung a good four feet from his body, left still of Lowbacca lay the twins. Their brandy brown eyes never looked so beautiful, as they were shut, thus preventing the duo from wreaking havoc at least for an hour. Jaina's hair lay about her face as though it had been blowing in the wind and sprayed with carbonite, forever leaving it strewn about. Jacen's, however, looked worse then hers with multitudes of cowlicks threatening to overcome his eyes. Jaina's head lay on Jacen's shoulder, and his head on her's so that they looked as though they were perfectly posed for a picture and just waiting for the light to flash so they could return to wrecking the photographers shop. Next to Jacen, Tenel Ka was curled up, her one arm supporting her head while allowing her red curls to drape to the floor. Her lizard skin armor still served to cover her even in slumber. Further on the right of the warrior girl lay Zekk. His black hair was no longer up and presently covered his face preventing one from noticing his pale features. Raynar and Lusa who would have normally completed the set, minus Corran's two, were missing from the ship. Radiating out from the comfortable group lay the remainder of the mismatched Jedi hopefuls. My eyes were drawn, not to any of them but to a particularly special pair. Though neither of them could be considered students any longer they still lingered on the ship, as did most of the Jedi. Anakin and Tahiri, the most perfectly matched of anyone I had seen, had fallen asleep on the rooms one chair. Tahiri's head was resting ever so slightly on Anakin's shoulder, in much the same position as the twins, and Anakin's head was upon hers. Anakin's arms surrounded the younger girl in a constant hug and she looked perfectly happy from her spot on his lap. They both did. Her hair surrounded her face in a golden halo that contrasted deeply with Anakin's dark coif. Yet, they were in bliss. In the force it was hard to tell where Anakin stopped and Tahiri began and I wonder if either of them even knew. It was wonderful that they had been able to escape the war that surrounded them for even a moment and I was happy for them. Eternally happy. Yet somehow, from the force, an unhappy feeling surrounded them. A dark shadow that was counting off the minutes until the explosion, just what that explosion was I had no clue of. I took a holo of them there, in complete bliss, and saved it, hoping what I had just experienced was not going to happen but knowing one of them would soon need the picture for a memory.