This is a open/group fanfic. (I NEED CHARACTERS!) If you read Searching Shadows you'll find it has Maskers Club in it....IT IS A DIFFERENT MASKERS CLUB!! Any way it's Masker's not Maskers there is a difference.
Oh, stuff about this um, ok, It's at the begining of the NJO books about twenty-five years after the return of the Jedi ( I think!). Oh, and i've never read these books, but people have told me enough that I know the story. So if i make a mistake be nice to me ok...
Oh, Thank you my Co-writer Slayte( I think that's how you spell it!) and my co-co writer Jarik. ( He's my NJO source)

Disclaimer : I don't own star wars, never did, I get sooooo tired of saying it but if i must *sigh*


Here is the prologue:

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Prologue:

Coruscant : Museum of History


The visitors of the museum quietly whispered, in awe of advanced holograms and other spectacles displaying the history of the New Republic. It showed the fall of the Empire to the birth of the new government and the fights and falls it took to create. They innocently praised and criticized the floating see-through pictures, not giving a thought to the death and destruction presented in these events, all tied up in packages to be presented to the public. 'Propaganda' might be a proper word, but it seems too harsh to be used in this case. It could be referred to as twisting the truth and purposely accidentally leaving out the failures, the faults, and flaws. As a group of school children filed through the display, they happily pointed at the holo movies and watched them replay again and again until at last their short attention spans wore out and they moved on. Again and again the children ran to the space battles, eyes fixed on miniature explosions, proudly stating they would be better then those pilots someday. Imagining the triumphant they would have coming home. Never realizing what those little flashes on the holo really were, or that they may someday be one of them. Or that the little explosions could someday be a sister, a brother, a father, or a friend. They never foretold the fact that they soon wouldn't have a home to return to, to be safe in, to be praised on. They weren't aware of the danger, no one was. Well, almost no one.

A girl of a mere fourteen sat on a bench towards the back of the exhibit. Her short blonde, white streaked hair was firmly tucked behind one ear as her green eyes quickly scanned the screen in front of her. She bit her lip in anticipation as her fingers flew quickly over the keyboard. It hadn't been hard to hack into the New Republic's Defense computer but it had been challenging to find what she was searching for. Star maps flew across the void and something appeared on the screen. She quickly examined these ignored masses in the corner of the galaxy. According to the readings they were organic ships, that had appeared in this distant point in space two weeks ago. She checked the maps from the weeks before, tracing every move the ships made. Suddenly the ships were no longer there. The hacker frowned and checked the day to day readings. One day nothing, the next a fleet. That didn't happen in just one day. No light speed traces, nothing. And the last time she'd looked plants couldn't fly. She clicked on the other side of the galaxy. The Bank of Corellia appeared on the screen. They wouldn't miss a few thousand credits, would they? She quickly browsed for cheap sales in the area. She spotted a desperate seller in seconds. It appeared to be a run down, two story, black building in the heart of the planet. It would have passed by if one thing hadn't caught her eye. The description stated it had been built upon an old wine factory, which meant it had a basement. A deep one, probably two to three stories under ground. A smile slipped on to her face as she purchased the property. She had learned long ago not to be hopeful but this was as good as it got. She closed the system and switched her visor view screen on visual. Then the holo keyboard was retracted and clipped firmly on to her belt. She had a ship to catch. She walked out of the exhibit, suddenly being noticed by the people around her. The only memory she left behind was checked by the curiosity of a five-year-old wonderings. And even that was forgotten in a matter of seconds.

In three short hours she was leaving the planet behind. As she stared out her window a plan appeared in the packed void of her mind. She only lacked one piece on the boarder of her puzzle. And then it came as her window fogged in the immense cold of space. The comfort level in the ship was switched on and the window slowly defogged again, leaving behind a slight trace. It quickly disappeared also but not before she could identify it. The print had appeared to be a white mask. Marian smiled as they jumped into hyperspace. Maskers Club was about to be born.

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Please say you like it! (Reveiw!)

Oh, if you are to summit a character they must be under 17(or 17) and must be a hacker, mercianary, spy person, bounty hunter, something like that.

(please be original!!)( I like working with new stuff) (Oh, please no LONG names, if you give me one i'll give you a nickname.)(easier to type)

Ok!

MB