Twisted Past

Author: Tro-Ensha

Summary: Hundreds of years have past since the Star Wars Universe we have come to love. Records have been misread, history has been twisted. It takes a lonely historian and the hero you'd least expect to set facts straight.

Side Notes: This is a story of an idea I thought up of shortly after I came to the Blue Harvest Message Board. It's about a future in Star Wars that had no idea about what had happened hundreds of years before. Like recordings of battles that had somehow been altered, how the future descendants believed them, and so on. Until one 'survivor' was awakened... Oh, and remember, all misinformation is MEANT TO BE!

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, the all-mighty George Lucas does. However, most characters used in the story will be made up by me, and the storyline is all mine. If George or Lucasarts wants it, money should go directly to my address. We'll discuss details later. :-)


Chapter 1: It Begins

He was good at what he did. And even though what he did wasn't recognised as anything important, he took pride in it fully. Dyne was a historian at the Corellian Palace. The planet it was on, among others, were part of the few planets that survived that invasion, oh so long ago. And Dyne had naturally taken interest as to why there were so little people in the galaxy.

And here, he discovered things. He had found thousands of thousands of old things (datapads, they were called) all telling of wars that had occurred several hundred years ago. And it was from that day forward that he left his life to become who he was today.

Among others, Dyne was considered a crazy man dug up in the tales of the past. It was they, they thought, that were accomplishing things. Looking into the future, head high, not caring of what the past was or what it held. But it was in the past, Dyne thought, that things REALLY happened.

He knew about everything that had happened. He knew about the Republic's war against the Empire, how the Empire had been losing until Luuke Streenwalker, Tie Fighter Pilot and hero of the Empire, had saved the Empire at the Battle of Endor. Dyne knew about the infamous smuggler named Leia Organa, who had followed the Empire around with her Ryn friend Lowbacca (most of his 'colleagues' had told him that Lowbacca was Rodian, but he wasn't, because Dyne knew of such things).

The past, Dyne thought, was like a great mystery, waiting to be recovered and solved. Not many knew about what had happened before their time. Sure, they knew about things like the Great Depression several decades back, but not so far as Dyne had.

And even then, Dyne had known little. Many things he had put together and assumed, putting two and two and just going with it. But so much information was lost after the war with the Yuuzhan Chong that any information on that period was as valuable as a living vornskr.

So Dyne was naturally excited when he came across a... a 'DATA STORAGE FACILITY' near the Ruins of Bilbringi. He had seen there many things written in the languages of the past. Most of them were in a form of speech called 'Basic'. Dyne had seen to it personally to learn that language. Loads of information, history in it's (how could this be?) untouched state. Until now, that is. Dyne walked in and stared at the old place in awe. Even though the people now had more advanced technology, hec ouldn't help but be amazed at the beauty of the place. It looked so old, delicate. But he could almost feel the raw energy the facility must have held back in it's operational days. He was walking through it very steadily now, just absorbing all he could take in. The architecture alone could have taken his days away. But that wasn't what he was here for. He was here for information.

Dyne picked up an old datapad and looked at it's faint display. He could barely read the lettering, but it seemed to be a schedule. It said: '0400 Hours - Store I8-66 Droid into bank 1325A'.

"What the..." he said outloud. His voice startled him, which had seemed much louder in the quiet of the facility. He could hear the echos of his exclamation bounces off the walls. Dyne had come to a realization. Droids... he knew what those were. Robots. There were many in supply nowadays. But since there were droids inside these banks... His thoughts drifted off into the idea of a lifetime. Those droids inside the banks... they had firsthand experience of the times back then. Maybe they could tell him of what he didn't know. He could finish his research. The writing of history would be complete. Maybe.

~*~

Dyne was back in the facility, and his grand experiment was about to take place. He was going to try to take one of those droids in the bank, and implant them into the empty shell of a droid he had now. Now all he needed was a wire to connect the two together. He looked around the place and found one that could fit his purpose. He jammed one end into the bank and the other into the droid. He switched the power...

~*~

(Hundreds of years before)

He walked down the facility, his master and mistress at his side. They looked sullen. Maybe even mournful. 3P0 wondered at all if he could cheer them up. But he was only programmed with eticuete and protocol, and none of those would help. Curse his metal body! Maybe if he tried to... oh forget it.

"Excuse me sir, but may I have a moment?"

His master, Han Solo, turned to look at him.

"What's up, Threepio?"

"Are you sure this is really necessary sir? I don't mean to intrude, but you have more things to do than worry about the thoughts of one protocol droid... maybe you should go back to Mistress Jaina?"

Master Solo gave a grin, one, Threepio observed, he had not given in years. It was a grin, he noticed, that many had seen and mentally glued to the image of his master. From his memory banks, C-3PO remembered the description of the grin. Cocky.

"It's okay Goldenrod. You asked for this nicely, and I've decided to do it. It's the least I could do after you've gone through so much with me and Leia and Luke..." said Master Solo, as he trailed off. Figures. After this much horror from the Yuuzhan Vong, it was no wonder that Master Solo hadn't gone on.

"But seriously sir, are you sure..."

"Goldenrod! It won't even hurt! Just a simple data transfer. Just wait a sec-"

Master Solo plugged the wire into Threepio, unaware at the sudden flutter the droid had just gone through.

"See Goldenrod, it wasn't so ba-"

~*~

He had seen Master Solo speaking. Then he was gone. The view he had seen changed also. Although he was in the same facility (he thought), he could tell it had fallen into disrepair. And another thing had changed. There was a strange person in front of him, wearing strange clothing. He did not see his Master or Mistress anywhere, and nobody he recognised were in the facility. In fact, other than the strange person, no one was actually in the facility. Threepio surveyed around him, and started to speak when he noticed himself. He was not himself... so to speak. He was in another droid's body. It was then, that he decided to speak.

"Where am I?"


Post-notes: Alright! There's the first chapter. I already have the approval of some from the BlueHarvest forum, but I need more input! What should I change, what should change, plot points to, well, point out! Please review!

~Tro-Ensha