Notes: I'd like to thank Arfea for becoming the first person to review my
first chapter. Also The Puppet Killer (Matt) and his cousin for reviewing.
This fanfic contradicts everything that happens in all of the films. Please try not to kill me.
Conclusion of a liberty
Eight immense Commerce Guild Cruisers surrounded Cornellia, looming over it like scavenging massif dogs over a carcass. Their cloaking devices had been deactivated and they had jammed the communications on Cornellia via a chain of codes. There was no doubt about it. The Commerce Guild was ready to invade.
Each cruiser simultaneously released one hundred smaller ships. They were long and deep, obviously designed to carry heavy cargo to excess, with hatchet-shaped wings hooking backwards, their angular edges glinting. They were Commerce Guild Troop Transports, and they sped towards Cornellia without delay.
Aboard the Mighty Enforcer, Archduke Rogue watched them go. His lips curled back in a swarthy, smug smile. It was barely a matter of hours before Cornellia would be in his grasp.
Qui-Gon reached out with his hand and the other Jedi took it and shook it warmly. There was an equally friendly look on both of the Jedi's faces.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was thirty-five years Qui-Gon's junior, yet they were intensely close friends. He was dressed in the traditional Jedi clothes; dark robe, pale tunic, high boots. His brown hair was short and even, his smooth face boyish. He had been Qui-Gon's apprentice for many years until Anakin had replaced him. Obi-Wan had since faced the trials that proved he could be conferred the level of Jedi Knight. Although Obi-Wan's time as an apprentice was over, he was still very close to his old mentor.
"Thu uprising on Oova IV is over, then?" Qui-Gon asked as he continued on his way to the living quarters with his current and former protégé.
Obi-Wan nodded, "At last. I recommended to the jail-keepers that some convicts be relocated and the riots were resolved", he grinned down at Anakin, "How's the training going, Ani?"
The boy shrugged and replied, "Not so well".
Obi-Wan was taken aback. He hadn't expected such a sullen response.
"You focus on the negative, Anakin", Qui-Gon interjected.
His apprentice glared up at him with surprising intensity, "Not the negative, the truth", he shot back before storming off and heading towards the living quarters, leaving his seniors alone in the corridor. Obi-Wan watched him go and then turned back to Qui-Gon, "Is there something wrong?"
The other sighed, "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure. Anakin has got quite a temper for a ten-year old apprentice".
"And that surprises you?"
There was an awkward pause before Qui-Gon replied, "No, not really".
Anakin Skywalker had been a slave on a lawless planet called Tatooine all of his life up until a year ago. He had lived in a simple hovel with his beloved mother until fate brought Qui-Gon Jinn to him. The Jedi Master realized the boy was immensely strong with the Force, more so than any of the twelve-member Jedi Council, or indeed, any Jedi of past or present.
Qui-Gon had won the boy's freedom and gave Anakin the chance to go with him and live his dream of becoming a Jedi Knight. The boy accepted, and after a tearful farewell, left behind his mother to join the ranks of the Jedi Order. Qui-Gon suspected he was The Chosen One, an ancient Jedi prophecy that foretold of a being conceived by the Force and the only one capable of bringing it into balance. It was true Anakin's mother had become pregnant without there ever being a father. However, initiates to the Jedi Order were rarely over two years of age, as emotional connections were said to cloud the mind of a Jedi. Anakin was too old, the Council had said, with family ties. However, after the Battle of Naboo, they had agreed Qui-Gon could train him. But now the boy's developed feelings were occasionally flaring up.
Qui-Gon exchanged a warm smile with Obi-Wan. Friendship was certainly not forbidden for a Jedi, but love for family members was usually not an issue, as no Jedi knew their parents in tradition.
There was a strict code that all of the loyal Knights were to follow;
There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance: there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity
There is no death; there is the Force.
Unlike many planets on the outer rim, Cornellia was not a mono-enviroment world. There were great mountains, deserts, forests, oceans and grassy plains. There was only one major city, Penjiralmark, but it spanned for thousands of miles, with great grey buildings that stretched into the sky. Off world visitors compared it to Corucsant in appearance, yet it was considered to be without the nexus of corruption that the centre of the Republic was.
But all that was changing.
The Cornellian military was no match for the Commerce Guild battle droid army. Soldiers in blue uniforms and helmets, carrying large blasters, faced off with the endless tide of scrawny battle droids and the more imposing super battle droids throughout Penjiralmark.
Standing in at two meters in height, the latter of the two types of trooper robots made up a small portion of the forces, yet they were extremely formidable.
The torso was made up of several thick plates of metallic blue armour. The head was tucked into the chest, the arms and legs burly. On the right wrist of each droid was a pair of rapid-firing blasters that let forth a hellish barrage of laser fire at the comparatively unprotected Cornellian soldiers. In retaliation, armoured Cornellian speeders, sleek and swift, raced along the city's streets, triggering the laser cannons and blasting back the wave of droids that swarmed the capital. But it was to no avail.
Squat, shovel-nosed Armoured Attack Tanks were released from the troop transports in response. Like the speeders, they hovered several feet above the ground in an almost elegant manner. But there the grace ended.
An enormous main cannon, mounted on a turret above and behind the cockpit, thrust forth like an ancient tribal spear. Smaller blasters were installed on the hull as well. The Cornellian speeders' armour could not withstand the awesome firepower of the tanks' main cannons that punched flaming holes in the durasteel shells.
Terrified soldiers battled emotionless, relentless droids. The result was an unholy carnage that engulfed the entire city. The conflict was brief however. The Cornellians were simply outnumbered and outgunned by the ruthless machinations of the Commerce Guild. The brutal bloodbath was over in minutes.
The magnificent House of Parliament received special attention. All of the Cornellian governors and ministers were rounded up by battle droids and held at gunpoint. Upon receiving orders via commlink, the robots brutally executed all of the politicians.
The millions of citizens were rounded up, forced from their homes and marched off by the droids to be shut away in concentration camps that were being hastily constructed on the outskirts of the metropolis. Any man, woman or child who stumbled and fell was beaten by one of the hefty super battle droids. Broken limbs and ribs were not uncommon.
Archduke Rogue was pleased with the way things were turning out. Everything was going as planned. He swaggered down the corridors of the House of Parliament, accompanied by OOL-2. Battle droids lined the passage, standing to silent attention as Rogue entered the large, elaborately decorated room that had been the office of the late Prime Minister. The man's corpse lay sprawled across the marbled floor. The suave Rogue made a slight gesture and several droids carried the unsightly body away.
The Archduke watched it go, "Those new super battle droids make a goddam mess at close range".
OOL-2 nodded, "The tibanna gas used to create the bolts is contained at extremely high pressure, meaning the lasers slice through."
"Spare me the details", Rogue grunted as he sat down heavily on the Prime Minister's chair.
A sight escaped the man. He leaned back in a leisurely manner. OOL-2 remained rigid and unmoving.
"Where is General Toraq?" Rogue inquired as he glanced out of a large window, which displayed hundreds of droid soldiers marching in formation past abandoned office and residential buildings.
"The General has stipulated no contact with us as of yet", OOL-2 answered.
"Contact him. I want him here for the next time Lord Sidious sends us a transmission".
The droid inclined its head slightly in response and strode off to do as it had been instructed. Rogue uttered a slight chuckle as he dared to admit to himself that things were turning out as he had hoped.
This fanfic contradicts everything that happens in all of the films. Please try not to kill me.
Conclusion of a liberty
Eight immense Commerce Guild Cruisers surrounded Cornellia, looming over it like scavenging massif dogs over a carcass. Their cloaking devices had been deactivated and they had jammed the communications on Cornellia via a chain of codes. There was no doubt about it. The Commerce Guild was ready to invade.
Each cruiser simultaneously released one hundred smaller ships. They were long and deep, obviously designed to carry heavy cargo to excess, with hatchet-shaped wings hooking backwards, their angular edges glinting. They were Commerce Guild Troop Transports, and they sped towards Cornellia without delay.
Aboard the Mighty Enforcer, Archduke Rogue watched them go. His lips curled back in a swarthy, smug smile. It was barely a matter of hours before Cornellia would be in his grasp.
Qui-Gon reached out with his hand and the other Jedi took it and shook it warmly. There was an equally friendly look on both of the Jedi's faces.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was thirty-five years Qui-Gon's junior, yet they were intensely close friends. He was dressed in the traditional Jedi clothes; dark robe, pale tunic, high boots. His brown hair was short and even, his smooth face boyish. He had been Qui-Gon's apprentice for many years until Anakin had replaced him. Obi-Wan had since faced the trials that proved he could be conferred the level of Jedi Knight. Although Obi-Wan's time as an apprentice was over, he was still very close to his old mentor.
"Thu uprising on Oova IV is over, then?" Qui-Gon asked as he continued on his way to the living quarters with his current and former protégé.
Obi-Wan nodded, "At last. I recommended to the jail-keepers that some convicts be relocated and the riots were resolved", he grinned down at Anakin, "How's the training going, Ani?"
The boy shrugged and replied, "Not so well".
Obi-Wan was taken aback. He hadn't expected such a sullen response.
"You focus on the negative, Anakin", Qui-Gon interjected.
His apprentice glared up at him with surprising intensity, "Not the negative, the truth", he shot back before storming off and heading towards the living quarters, leaving his seniors alone in the corridor. Obi-Wan watched him go and then turned back to Qui-Gon, "Is there something wrong?"
The other sighed, "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure. Anakin has got quite a temper for a ten-year old apprentice".
"And that surprises you?"
There was an awkward pause before Qui-Gon replied, "No, not really".
Anakin Skywalker had been a slave on a lawless planet called Tatooine all of his life up until a year ago. He had lived in a simple hovel with his beloved mother until fate brought Qui-Gon Jinn to him. The Jedi Master realized the boy was immensely strong with the Force, more so than any of the twelve-member Jedi Council, or indeed, any Jedi of past or present.
Qui-Gon had won the boy's freedom and gave Anakin the chance to go with him and live his dream of becoming a Jedi Knight. The boy accepted, and after a tearful farewell, left behind his mother to join the ranks of the Jedi Order. Qui-Gon suspected he was The Chosen One, an ancient Jedi prophecy that foretold of a being conceived by the Force and the only one capable of bringing it into balance. It was true Anakin's mother had become pregnant without there ever being a father. However, initiates to the Jedi Order were rarely over two years of age, as emotional connections were said to cloud the mind of a Jedi. Anakin was too old, the Council had said, with family ties. However, after the Battle of Naboo, they had agreed Qui-Gon could train him. But now the boy's developed feelings were occasionally flaring up.
Qui-Gon exchanged a warm smile with Obi-Wan. Friendship was certainly not forbidden for a Jedi, but love for family members was usually not an issue, as no Jedi knew their parents in tradition.
There was a strict code that all of the loyal Knights were to follow;
There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance: there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity
There is no death; there is the Force.
Unlike many planets on the outer rim, Cornellia was not a mono-enviroment world. There were great mountains, deserts, forests, oceans and grassy plains. There was only one major city, Penjiralmark, but it spanned for thousands of miles, with great grey buildings that stretched into the sky. Off world visitors compared it to Corucsant in appearance, yet it was considered to be without the nexus of corruption that the centre of the Republic was.
But all that was changing.
The Cornellian military was no match for the Commerce Guild battle droid army. Soldiers in blue uniforms and helmets, carrying large blasters, faced off with the endless tide of scrawny battle droids and the more imposing super battle droids throughout Penjiralmark.
Standing in at two meters in height, the latter of the two types of trooper robots made up a small portion of the forces, yet they were extremely formidable.
The torso was made up of several thick plates of metallic blue armour. The head was tucked into the chest, the arms and legs burly. On the right wrist of each droid was a pair of rapid-firing blasters that let forth a hellish barrage of laser fire at the comparatively unprotected Cornellian soldiers. In retaliation, armoured Cornellian speeders, sleek and swift, raced along the city's streets, triggering the laser cannons and blasting back the wave of droids that swarmed the capital. But it was to no avail.
Squat, shovel-nosed Armoured Attack Tanks were released from the troop transports in response. Like the speeders, they hovered several feet above the ground in an almost elegant manner. But there the grace ended.
An enormous main cannon, mounted on a turret above and behind the cockpit, thrust forth like an ancient tribal spear. Smaller blasters were installed on the hull as well. The Cornellian speeders' armour could not withstand the awesome firepower of the tanks' main cannons that punched flaming holes in the durasteel shells.
Terrified soldiers battled emotionless, relentless droids. The result was an unholy carnage that engulfed the entire city. The conflict was brief however. The Cornellians were simply outnumbered and outgunned by the ruthless machinations of the Commerce Guild. The brutal bloodbath was over in minutes.
The magnificent House of Parliament received special attention. All of the Cornellian governors and ministers were rounded up by battle droids and held at gunpoint. Upon receiving orders via commlink, the robots brutally executed all of the politicians.
The millions of citizens were rounded up, forced from their homes and marched off by the droids to be shut away in concentration camps that were being hastily constructed on the outskirts of the metropolis. Any man, woman or child who stumbled and fell was beaten by one of the hefty super battle droids. Broken limbs and ribs were not uncommon.
Archduke Rogue was pleased with the way things were turning out. Everything was going as planned. He swaggered down the corridors of the House of Parliament, accompanied by OOL-2. Battle droids lined the passage, standing to silent attention as Rogue entered the large, elaborately decorated room that had been the office of the late Prime Minister. The man's corpse lay sprawled across the marbled floor. The suave Rogue made a slight gesture and several droids carried the unsightly body away.
The Archduke watched it go, "Those new super battle droids make a goddam mess at close range".
OOL-2 nodded, "The tibanna gas used to create the bolts is contained at extremely high pressure, meaning the lasers slice through."
"Spare me the details", Rogue grunted as he sat down heavily on the Prime Minister's chair.
A sight escaped the man. He leaned back in a leisurely manner. OOL-2 remained rigid and unmoving.
"Where is General Toraq?" Rogue inquired as he glanced out of a large window, which displayed hundreds of droid soldiers marching in formation past abandoned office and residential buildings.
"The General has stipulated no contact with us as of yet", OOL-2 answered.
"Contact him. I want him here for the next time Lord Sidious sends us a transmission".
The droid inclined its head slightly in response and strode off to do as it had been instructed. Rogue uttered a slight chuckle as he dared to admit to himself that things were turning out as he had hoped.