Title: The Jedi Fellowship
Summary: When five very different Jedi Knights and two rebellious Padawans are thrown into a dangerous mission, the fate of galaxies is suddenly placed on their shoulders. Can these young Force-sensitives change the course of history, and furthermore, do they really want to?
Rated: PG-13 for language and violence
Author's Notes: Well, here it is… my innovative Star Wars fic :D Hopefully this thing will be many chapters long and will contain action, adventure, humor, and lots of Star Wars stuff. This fanfiction is actually the work of several writers: Narchannen Fae, obsessive, JadedJenn, Saturn Riddle (now Aleena Tarlana), biblehermione, MordorianNazgul, and (perhaps) SailorElysion. They each contributed a character to this fanfiction, and therefor are integral parts of this work. Give them a hand!
And so, without any further ado, here's chapter 1.
Blade was in a very bad place, and she knew it.
The young, rather headstrong apprentice had left her master – again – without notice and without reason. There had been an all-out manhunt for her, but she couldn't quite see the reason; surely a 17-year-old apprentice wasn't worth enough to send people out to look for her. They should keep to their own business and let Blade's master do the looking.
But no, of course they had to send every Jedi in the temple to look for her, which was why Blade was currently hiding in the ventilation shaft, using every mind trick she knew to conceal her presence. It was a bit difficult to breath in the cramped space, but Blade was used to odd hiding places: she had once stowed herself in the torpedo bay of a starfighter, right next to the explosives. Didn't that prove she was responsible enough?
Blade quieted her thoughts as another pair of searching Jedi rounded the corner. "I don't see why we're putting so much effort into finding her," said one, a rather tall young woman with long, black hair tied back in a ponytail. "She'll come out when she's ready to."
"You should know the dangers of a rogue apprentice, Hotaru," said the other, an imposing male in a flowing black robe. "If that child is not controlled-"
"She's just a child, Malarow," Hotaru interrupted. "What harm can she do? I've heard she has a good heart."
Malarow muttered something, but Blade couldn't hear it, as the pair had moved further along the corridor. The male Jedi's remark had angered her, though; what did he mean, 'rogue apprentice'? She wasn't a rogue anything! But, if her constant hiding and sneaking around were causing the other Jedi to think badly of her… did she really want a stigma around her when she finally did become a knight?
"I have a bad feeling about this," she muttered, popping the grate off of the ventilation shaft. After making sure that she was alone in the hallway, she dropped to the floor, and replaced the metal grate. "I suppose I should present myself, before the Council labels me a threat and takes away my training," she muttered, dusting herself off. As much as she tried, though, it would take more than a few brushings to remove the dust and grime from her light brown apprentice robes.
"So there you are, miss Celebare," said a strong male voice from behind her. Startled, she wheeled around to face the speaker, and with a groan of dismay saw Mace Windu. The Council elder had his arms crossed over his broad chest, and his face wore a disapproving scowl. "You certainly put the temple into an uproar. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Sorry," she mumbled, bowing her head.
"As sorry as you may be, you still must face the consequences of your actions. Come, the Council is waiting," Mace said sternly, motioning that she should walk in front of him. She did so, resigned to her fate; they would surely strip her of her lightsaber this time. In the rebellious corners of her mind she knew she would fight fiercely to protect that weapon; after all, didn't they tell her it was her gift? Hadn't she built it at the age of four?
And so once again, Blade Celebare walked the long hallway to the Council meeting room, thoroughly dreading her fate.
Even though the city-world of Coruscant was full to bursting with energy and excitement, there were many in the Jedi Temple who didn't appreciate the fakeness of it all. Fae was one of these. She had been summoned to the temple, along with a few other younger knights, to take part in some 'secret' mission. "Why couldn't they leave me where I was," she muttered sullenly. The 18-year-old female Jedi was sitting cross- legged on a hovering chair, a datapad in one hand. Her long, dark hair, woven into multiple braids, was like a thundercloud to illustrate her ire.
"You should lighten up," said another young Jedi, a 20-year-old with brown-purple hair woven into intricate braids. She wore dark-purple lipstick, a blue braided choker, and a blue-purple Jedi tunic. Her black robe lay neatly folded over a second hovering chair.
"You would be uptight, too, if you were used to real trees rather than synthetic ones," Fae retorted.
"Enough," murmured a third Jedi, also a 20-year-old woman. She was also seated in a floating chair, meditating, her eyes half-closed serenely. Her curly black hair framed a pale face, but even though she looked and spoke like a gentle, harmless person, she was quite muscular. Her voice had a musical quality, and even Fae seemed to calm at the sound. "We will most likely need to work together on this assignment. Bad feelings would only interfere with our work."
Fae was about to reply again when a short, green figure walked through the doorway. Immediately the three Jedi turned to face him and bowed deeply – a normal reaction when faced with Master Yoda. "Greetings," he said in his distinctive raspy voice. "Glad I am to see that you take your duties seriously, even in the face of discomfort." He glanced briefly at Fae, who bowed her head again, acknowledging the two-sided compliment.
"Greetings, Master," said the pale-faced Jedi. "We are ready to receive our assignment."
"Of this I am certain, Jennria Jadarian. Ready, you may be, but perhaps the Council is not, hmm?"
"Ah, yes," Jennaria said quickly. "I only meant that we are ready to take on anything that is asked of us."
"So sure are you?" Yoda asked, scanning the three faces. "Pledged you are, even before you understand." The three Jedi women looked slightly nonplused; Yoda's statements were often cryptic.
"Master Yoda!" exclaimed a fourth Jedi, this one much younger than the other three. She didn't look any older than 15, but already she wore a lightsaber at her side; however, she still bore the braid of a Padawan, and her robes were the light brown color of an apprentice's. "She skidded into the room, nearly hitting the 2-foot Jedi Master, but stopping herself just in time.
"Obsessive," he acknowledged with a touch of humor. "Glad I am, that you could join us."
"Master Yoda, so sorry, I was cleaning out my room you see – I didn't want to leave a mess behind," she stuttered, bowing low.
"A good excuse, that is," Yoda conceded. "The others are waiting; come, come!" Yoda walked off down the corridor, followed by the three Knights and one apprentice.
Endnotes: Well, that went well, I think… what do you think? Feedback from the authors involved would be great ( the more you guys tell me, the more you have to do with this fanfiction. If any other reviewers want a piece of the action, please e-mail me a description at bluehippogriff@hotmail.com. Keep in mind that I can only use so many of you… I need more non-Jedi, and some male characters. You must have written a Star Wars fanfiction in order to be approved.
Chapter 2 might take a little longer to write, but it will be written, never fear!
Summary: When five very different Jedi Knights and two rebellious Padawans are thrown into a dangerous mission, the fate of galaxies is suddenly placed on their shoulders. Can these young Force-sensitives change the course of history, and furthermore, do they really want to?
Rated: PG-13 for language and violence
Author's Notes: Well, here it is… my innovative Star Wars fic :D Hopefully this thing will be many chapters long and will contain action, adventure, humor, and lots of Star Wars stuff. This fanfiction is actually the work of several writers: Narchannen Fae, obsessive, JadedJenn, Saturn Riddle (now Aleena Tarlana), biblehermione, MordorianNazgul, and (perhaps) SailorElysion. They each contributed a character to this fanfiction, and therefor are integral parts of this work. Give them a hand!
And so, without any further ado, here's chapter 1.
Blade was in a very bad place, and she knew it.
The young, rather headstrong apprentice had left her master – again – without notice and without reason. There had been an all-out manhunt for her, but she couldn't quite see the reason; surely a 17-year-old apprentice wasn't worth enough to send people out to look for her. They should keep to their own business and let Blade's master do the looking.
But no, of course they had to send every Jedi in the temple to look for her, which was why Blade was currently hiding in the ventilation shaft, using every mind trick she knew to conceal her presence. It was a bit difficult to breath in the cramped space, but Blade was used to odd hiding places: she had once stowed herself in the torpedo bay of a starfighter, right next to the explosives. Didn't that prove she was responsible enough?
Blade quieted her thoughts as another pair of searching Jedi rounded the corner. "I don't see why we're putting so much effort into finding her," said one, a rather tall young woman with long, black hair tied back in a ponytail. "She'll come out when she's ready to."
"You should know the dangers of a rogue apprentice, Hotaru," said the other, an imposing male in a flowing black robe. "If that child is not controlled-"
"She's just a child, Malarow," Hotaru interrupted. "What harm can she do? I've heard she has a good heart."
Malarow muttered something, but Blade couldn't hear it, as the pair had moved further along the corridor. The male Jedi's remark had angered her, though; what did he mean, 'rogue apprentice'? She wasn't a rogue anything! But, if her constant hiding and sneaking around were causing the other Jedi to think badly of her… did she really want a stigma around her when she finally did become a knight?
"I have a bad feeling about this," she muttered, popping the grate off of the ventilation shaft. After making sure that she was alone in the hallway, she dropped to the floor, and replaced the metal grate. "I suppose I should present myself, before the Council labels me a threat and takes away my training," she muttered, dusting herself off. As much as she tried, though, it would take more than a few brushings to remove the dust and grime from her light brown apprentice robes.
"So there you are, miss Celebare," said a strong male voice from behind her. Startled, she wheeled around to face the speaker, and with a groan of dismay saw Mace Windu. The Council elder had his arms crossed over his broad chest, and his face wore a disapproving scowl. "You certainly put the temple into an uproar. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Sorry," she mumbled, bowing her head.
"As sorry as you may be, you still must face the consequences of your actions. Come, the Council is waiting," Mace said sternly, motioning that she should walk in front of him. She did so, resigned to her fate; they would surely strip her of her lightsaber this time. In the rebellious corners of her mind she knew she would fight fiercely to protect that weapon; after all, didn't they tell her it was her gift? Hadn't she built it at the age of four?
And so once again, Blade Celebare walked the long hallway to the Council meeting room, thoroughly dreading her fate.
Even though the city-world of Coruscant was full to bursting with energy and excitement, there were many in the Jedi Temple who didn't appreciate the fakeness of it all. Fae was one of these. She had been summoned to the temple, along with a few other younger knights, to take part in some 'secret' mission. "Why couldn't they leave me where I was," she muttered sullenly. The 18-year-old female Jedi was sitting cross- legged on a hovering chair, a datapad in one hand. Her long, dark hair, woven into multiple braids, was like a thundercloud to illustrate her ire.
"You should lighten up," said another young Jedi, a 20-year-old with brown-purple hair woven into intricate braids. She wore dark-purple lipstick, a blue braided choker, and a blue-purple Jedi tunic. Her black robe lay neatly folded over a second hovering chair.
"You would be uptight, too, if you were used to real trees rather than synthetic ones," Fae retorted.
"Enough," murmured a third Jedi, also a 20-year-old woman. She was also seated in a floating chair, meditating, her eyes half-closed serenely. Her curly black hair framed a pale face, but even though she looked and spoke like a gentle, harmless person, she was quite muscular. Her voice had a musical quality, and even Fae seemed to calm at the sound. "We will most likely need to work together on this assignment. Bad feelings would only interfere with our work."
Fae was about to reply again when a short, green figure walked through the doorway. Immediately the three Jedi turned to face him and bowed deeply – a normal reaction when faced with Master Yoda. "Greetings," he said in his distinctive raspy voice. "Glad I am to see that you take your duties seriously, even in the face of discomfort." He glanced briefly at Fae, who bowed her head again, acknowledging the two-sided compliment.
"Greetings, Master," said the pale-faced Jedi. "We are ready to receive our assignment."
"Of this I am certain, Jennria Jadarian. Ready, you may be, but perhaps the Council is not, hmm?"
"Ah, yes," Jennaria said quickly. "I only meant that we are ready to take on anything that is asked of us."
"So sure are you?" Yoda asked, scanning the three faces. "Pledged you are, even before you understand." The three Jedi women looked slightly nonplused; Yoda's statements were often cryptic.
"Master Yoda!" exclaimed a fourth Jedi, this one much younger than the other three. She didn't look any older than 15, but already she wore a lightsaber at her side; however, she still bore the braid of a Padawan, and her robes were the light brown color of an apprentice's. "She skidded into the room, nearly hitting the 2-foot Jedi Master, but stopping herself just in time.
"Obsessive," he acknowledged with a touch of humor. "Glad I am, that you could join us."
"Master Yoda, so sorry, I was cleaning out my room you see – I didn't want to leave a mess behind," she stuttered, bowing low.
"A good excuse, that is," Yoda conceded. "The others are waiting; come, come!" Yoda walked off down the corridor, followed by the three Knights and one apprentice.
Endnotes: Well, that went well, I think… what do you think? Feedback from the authors involved would be great ( the more you guys tell me, the more you have to do with this fanfiction. If any other reviewers want a piece of the action, please e-mail me a description at bluehippogriff@hotmail.com. Keep in mind that I can only use so many of you… I need more non-Jedi, and some male characters. You must have written a Star Wars fanfiction in order to be approved.
Chapter 2 might take a little longer to write, but it will be written, never fear!