Title: Jedi League: Spider's Web
Rating: R
Category: AR, Drama, Slash
Summery: The sequal to Jedi League. Qui-Gon is now a member of the resistance, but there is a new player in Theed.
Note: I've had to change somethings that were mentioned in part one. Nothing important to the first story and nothing you'll notice in this part but if you read the first one and then this you'll notice some inconsistancies e.g Bruck knowing about Qui-Gon and then not.
Disclaimer: Not mine. George Lucus owns them (lucky him) I make no money from them
Thanks to: Mady for betaing and everyone who sent feedback. Jedi League didn't get much of a response on ff.net but on MA I had a lot of requests for a sequel. Any one who is on MA I will post the story there when it is completed, but if you can't wait here is the first bit now.
Prologue - Bastel Prison
The night was silent; the city streets of Theed were deserted, all were asleep except those with some secret or dishonest purpose. Those still up moved with caution, not wanting to draw attention to them selves.
High on a rooftop, concealed by the night, crouched a man. He was cloaked and masked, as ever he was when he set foot on Nabooan soil to carry out his noble deeds. Across the street, on another rooftop sat another man, and across from him another. On that night thirteen League members sat on rooftops, the streets they perched above all leading to Theed's fortress-like prison.
As one the thirteen moved forward, answering some unseen command; they moved with stealth to the building, each ready to give the call of warning if necessary. One after another they threw grappling hooks at the Bastel walls, the courtyard below offering no obstacle for the rooftop jumpers. Metal scraped on brick, masonry work, tiles, statues and windows.
The guards within the prison heard a noise. It was hardly a whisper but each man grabbed up him weapon and fled out onto the street. With a wild cry they saw the walls under attack, and they charged forward to engage the enemy. Behind them a shadowed figure slipped into the prison.
Seeing the guards, the thirteen abandoned their ropes and took shelter behind chimneystacks and stone gargoyles. Here they waited for the first hail of bullets to end so that they could grab up their own weapons and fire back. They could not move forward, but then they did not need to, one of them was already within and that one person was enough. All that was needed was a distraction, and that had been done.
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Bruck Chan waited anxiously, hoping to hear the sound of attacking League members. His relief was difficult to conceal when he finally heard them. He held back as the others rushed out to defend the prison. Barely a minute after, a figure came through the same door the Guards had left through.
"Bruck."
"Sir."
"You wont have long and there are still the Guards that are patrolling the corridors."
"Of course."
"He's in the old armoury."
Bruck watched the Jedi walk past him with such confidence that he envied him his courage. The dark figure disappeared into shadows as he walked down the long corridor, silent as a ghost and as invisible as the stars in daylight. Bruck had only been a member of the League for a short time, perhaps a year. He realised, as he picked up his weapon, ready go out onto the street, that it could have gone either way. He could have fallen, become something like the man at Palpatine's shoulder; Maul. He hadn't though; someone else had found him first. Being in the League put his life in danger; he could be discovered at any moment, but he was fighting back, he was doing what he should.
Guard Chan gripped his weapon and went to join his fellow Guards in defending the prison but he would hit no one with his musket, he would miss, and so would they.
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The Jedi ran silently down the narrow corridors of the Bastel prison. Getting in had been easy, getting out would be harder, especially with a prisoner in tow. He knew the floor plan of the prison well as he had been there many times, more often than the NIA even realised. He didn't always come to rescue; sometimes he came just to look.
The Jedi was heading for the cell of Lord Byron; the old armoury was on the far side of the prison and was assessable by two corridors. He knew where it was and did not hesitate when he turned off the main hallway and entered a dark passage that sloped gently down.
The Jedi had yet to run into a guard, which he didn't put down to luck. He was certain it didn't exist. He wasn't worried though; there was no reason to be, yet. The Jedi had learnt long ago, when he had first begun and put the League together, not to borrow trouble or worry unnecessarily, especially when running through enemy territory. It often made him appear cocky and over confident, but that was all right, for it was just another mask.
Up ahead was a light. The dark little corridor would open out into a large room with six doors. One led to another corridor. The other five were cells. The Jedi halted at the mouth of the hall and looked casually in. Still no guards. Something was definitely wrong. With unease settling in his stomach he stepped into the light and headed for the centre cell.
It was unlocked.
The Jedi opened the door and peered inside, half expecting to be met by a volley of musket balls.
It was too dark to see anything. Light filtered through the doorway and cast his shadow on the far wall. With growing concern the Jedi pulled a torch from the wall and stepped fully into the cell. Up against the same wall as the door lay a figure. It was Lord Byron and he was definitely dead. Knowing what he would find, the Jedi looked higher up the wall.
A large, black, painted spider adorned the stone. He sighed. He returned to the outer room and returned the torch to its holder. The Jedi was about to leave when curiosity got the better of him. He began to open the other cells. Three were empty but the fourth was full of dead guards, six in total. With a growl the Jedi slammed his fist into the large oak door.
The Jedi took his cloak off and threw it into the cell with the six corpses. Underneath his cloak he wore a Guard's uniform. Upon removing the cloak he immediately became Captain Samkes. No longer interested in stealth the Jedi strode back down the corridor he had entered by. The fighting was still going on, but it sounded distant and less desperate. The League was retreating, taking the guards with them. Soon they'd disappear all together and the guards would have nothing left to shoot at except for the shadows.
"Sir, what are you doing here?"
"I heard the disturbance," the Jedi lied to the returned prison guard who stood in the doorway that led out to the courtyard. "I'll go and report in to the palace."
"Yes, Sir." The guard saluted the Captain as he walked past, never suspecting that he was feet away from the most wanted man in Nabooan history.
The Jedi stepped out into the street and casually strolled up the street, away from the sound of fighting. He had no reason to hurry, no prisoner to hide and in a Captain's uniform, he was safe.
Up ahead was a squad of NIA agents running towards him. At the lead was MacLeane, second in command of the unit responsible for finding the Jedi. He slowed as he saw the man dressed as a Captain. If he was puzzled by his appearance he showed no sign of it.
"Carry on, Lancashire, I'll Just have a word with Captain Samkes," MacLeane ordered.
"Yes, Sir." The NIA continued on down the street.
MacLeane studied the Guard suspiciously.
"Where's Lord Byron?" It was not an accusation. Obi-Wan gave his friend a warm smile.
"Spiders seem to get every where don't they?"
"Again?" MacLeane asked surprised.
"So it would appear." Both men were silent, trying to understand all the implications of the night's events. "Don't file this as a Jedi rescue attempt. Name the Spider as the one solely responsible."
"Why?"
"I'm worried." MacLeane was taken aback. The Jedi never worried. "This rescue was not even planned when I came over, even Qui-Gon didn't know about it because he's still in Coruscant. Only those in Theed knew of it."
"What are you thinking?"
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Rating: R
Category: AR, Drama, Slash
Summery: The sequal to Jedi League. Qui-Gon is now a member of the resistance, but there is a new player in Theed.
Note: I've had to change somethings that were mentioned in part one. Nothing important to the first story and nothing you'll notice in this part but if you read the first one and then this you'll notice some inconsistancies e.g Bruck knowing about Qui-Gon and then not.
Disclaimer: Not mine. George Lucus owns them (lucky him) I make no money from them
Thanks to: Mady for betaing and everyone who sent feedback. Jedi League didn't get much of a response on ff.net but on MA I had a lot of requests for a sequel. Any one who is on MA I will post the story there when it is completed, but if you can't wait here is the first bit now.
Prologue - Bastel Prison
The night was silent; the city streets of Theed were deserted, all were asleep except those with some secret or dishonest purpose. Those still up moved with caution, not wanting to draw attention to them selves.
High on a rooftop, concealed by the night, crouched a man. He was cloaked and masked, as ever he was when he set foot on Nabooan soil to carry out his noble deeds. Across the street, on another rooftop sat another man, and across from him another. On that night thirteen League members sat on rooftops, the streets they perched above all leading to Theed's fortress-like prison.
As one the thirteen moved forward, answering some unseen command; they moved with stealth to the building, each ready to give the call of warning if necessary. One after another they threw grappling hooks at the Bastel walls, the courtyard below offering no obstacle for the rooftop jumpers. Metal scraped on brick, masonry work, tiles, statues and windows.
The guards within the prison heard a noise. It was hardly a whisper but each man grabbed up him weapon and fled out onto the street. With a wild cry they saw the walls under attack, and they charged forward to engage the enemy. Behind them a shadowed figure slipped into the prison.
Seeing the guards, the thirteen abandoned their ropes and took shelter behind chimneystacks and stone gargoyles. Here they waited for the first hail of bullets to end so that they could grab up their own weapons and fire back. They could not move forward, but then they did not need to, one of them was already within and that one person was enough. All that was needed was a distraction, and that had been done.
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Bruck Chan waited anxiously, hoping to hear the sound of attacking League members. His relief was difficult to conceal when he finally heard them. He held back as the others rushed out to defend the prison. Barely a minute after, a figure came through the same door the Guards had left through.
"Bruck."
"Sir."
"You wont have long and there are still the Guards that are patrolling the corridors."
"Of course."
"He's in the old armoury."
Bruck watched the Jedi walk past him with such confidence that he envied him his courage. The dark figure disappeared into shadows as he walked down the long corridor, silent as a ghost and as invisible as the stars in daylight. Bruck had only been a member of the League for a short time, perhaps a year. He realised, as he picked up his weapon, ready go out onto the street, that it could have gone either way. He could have fallen, become something like the man at Palpatine's shoulder; Maul. He hadn't though; someone else had found him first. Being in the League put his life in danger; he could be discovered at any moment, but he was fighting back, he was doing what he should.
Guard Chan gripped his weapon and went to join his fellow Guards in defending the prison but he would hit no one with his musket, he would miss, and so would they.
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The Jedi ran silently down the narrow corridors of the Bastel prison. Getting in had been easy, getting out would be harder, especially with a prisoner in tow. He knew the floor plan of the prison well as he had been there many times, more often than the NIA even realised. He didn't always come to rescue; sometimes he came just to look.
The Jedi was heading for the cell of Lord Byron; the old armoury was on the far side of the prison and was assessable by two corridors. He knew where it was and did not hesitate when he turned off the main hallway and entered a dark passage that sloped gently down.
The Jedi had yet to run into a guard, which he didn't put down to luck. He was certain it didn't exist. He wasn't worried though; there was no reason to be, yet. The Jedi had learnt long ago, when he had first begun and put the League together, not to borrow trouble or worry unnecessarily, especially when running through enemy territory. It often made him appear cocky and over confident, but that was all right, for it was just another mask.
Up ahead was a light. The dark little corridor would open out into a large room with six doors. One led to another corridor. The other five were cells. The Jedi halted at the mouth of the hall and looked casually in. Still no guards. Something was definitely wrong. With unease settling in his stomach he stepped into the light and headed for the centre cell.
It was unlocked.
The Jedi opened the door and peered inside, half expecting to be met by a volley of musket balls.
It was too dark to see anything. Light filtered through the doorway and cast his shadow on the far wall. With growing concern the Jedi pulled a torch from the wall and stepped fully into the cell. Up against the same wall as the door lay a figure. It was Lord Byron and he was definitely dead. Knowing what he would find, the Jedi looked higher up the wall.
A large, black, painted spider adorned the stone. He sighed. He returned to the outer room and returned the torch to its holder. The Jedi was about to leave when curiosity got the better of him. He began to open the other cells. Three were empty but the fourth was full of dead guards, six in total. With a growl the Jedi slammed his fist into the large oak door.
The Jedi took his cloak off and threw it into the cell with the six corpses. Underneath his cloak he wore a Guard's uniform. Upon removing the cloak he immediately became Captain Samkes. No longer interested in stealth the Jedi strode back down the corridor he had entered by. The fighting was still going on, but it sounded distant and less desperate. The League was retreating, taking the guards with them. Soon they'd disappear all together and the guards would have nothing left to shoot at except for the shadows.
"Sir, what are you doing here?"
"I heard the disturbance," the Jedi lied to the returned prison guard who stood in the doorway that led out to the courtyard. "I'll go and report in to the palace."
"Yes, Sir." The guard saluted the Captain as he walked past, never suspecting that he was feet away from the most wanted man in Nabooan history.
The Jedi stepped out into the street and casually strolled up the street, away from the sound of fighting. He had no reason to hurry, no prisoner to hide and in a Captain's uniform, he was safe.
Up ahead was a squad of NIA agents running towards him. At the lead was MacLeane, second in command of the unit responsible for finding the Jedi. He slowed as he saw the man dressed as a Captain. If he was puzzled by his appearance he showed no sign of it.
"Carry on, Lancashire, I'll Just have a word with Captain Samkes," MacLeane ordered.
"Yes, Sir." The NIA continued on down the street.
MacLeane studied the Guard suspiciously.
"Where's Lord Byron?" It was not an accusation. Obi-Wan gave his friend a warm smile.
"Spiders seem to get every where don't they?"
"Again?" MacLeane asked surprised.
"So it would appear." Both men were silent, trying to understand all the implications of the night's events. "Don't file this as a Jedi rescue attempt. Name the Spider as the one solely responsible."
"Why?"
"I'm worried." MacLeane was taken aback. The Jedi never worried. "This rescue was not even planned when I came over, even Qui-Gon didn't know about it because he's still in Coruscant. Only those in Theed knew of it."
"What are you thinking?"
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