Summary: My thoughts of the origins of many of our favorite characters, and how they were linked from the start
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Sora Jade (original character), Terrik Solo, Jalia Solo, (Original Characters, Han Solo's Parents), Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Leia Skywalker, Mara Jade
Rating: PG to be safe. I don't' quite know what's going to happen yet!
Uncomplicated Destiny
Obi-Wan Kenobi walked quietly down the halls of the Jedi temple in the dead of night. The halls were deathly still. No shadows or beams of light intruded on his path. The columns on either side of him looked even more foreboding at night, during the day they were ominous enough. But Obi-Wan was used to it by now. This was the 4th time in a row he had found himself walking alone down the halls of the Jedi temple. It was that dream again.
It was always the same. Just…a face, a nameless face. And no matter how hard he tried, he could never place it. It was a woman, clad in a black jumpsuit with a lethal looking vibro-blade in her boot. Weapons were found numerously on her body, but so hidden that it took Obi-Wan hours of staring to find all of them. The most prominent were a side arm holster for a type of blaster that Obi-Wan had yet to see in real life. The other, and this was the most interesting part, was a lightsaber. Obi-Wan couldn't place the type or style of its handicraft, but he was sure of what it was. Her hair was the most brilliant red he had ever seen in his life. Her eyes were equally as fascinating. A perfect Jade-Green.
He saw this woman every night. Doing the same thing, and ending the dream the same way. Although Obi-Wan wasn't sure if he should still be calling it a dream. Visions had never come to him like this before, but he had heard of some Jedi who did receive visions in this way.
She was walking down a long hall of some kind, a palace maybe. Two men in red suits guarded her, or were they just flanking her? Another detail to work out later. When she reached the end of the hallway, a door automatically opened and a voice beckoned for her to enter. She did so. Two men, clad in black, one black armor, and the other, dark black robes. She came and knelt before the one in robes and bowed her head. There were words exchanged that Obi-Wan couldn't catch. But it always ended the same. The man in the robes would lift his head, as if to show his face, but right then, was when Obi-Wan would wake up.
And night after night, he found himself drawn to the secluded halls of the Jedi Temple, alone with his thoughts.
He folded his hands down in the front of his robes and let out a frustrated sigh. The lack of sleep was not bothering him. And the midnight walks did give him time to think. But the woman was a constant puzzle. Obi-Wan knew that he had never seen her or anyone even remotely similar to her in his life. She was, perhaps, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
Anakin had always claimed to have the most beautiful wife. But Padme Amidala was one thing, this mysterious stranger was another.
Vaguely he felt a few pricks of sunshine graze his face and he once again noticed that he had lost track of time. The sun was rising and a new day was beginning. The mystery of the nameless woman would have to wait.
"Ahh! Shavit!" Sora Jade cried once again as she felt the rear stabilizer give out again. This cursed ship was going to be the death of her. How many times had her friends warned her about it? Probably a million, Sora thought, rolling her eyes. But the Dream Jade was her's, and there was no way in all of Yavin's moons that she was going to give it up. Especially to be some piece of space scrap, floating in the middle of nowhere.
She jerked the controls into a tight spin and dodged a few more shots from her pursuers, barely managing to keep her other hand on the trigger. Taking the moment of surprise, she slammed on the breaks and watched quickly as her attackers zoomed in front of her, caught off guard. With dazzling speed that only a Jade could have, all three were blasted out of existence and Sora leaned heavily back into her pilot's seat.
She hadn't expected to run into this much trouble for a normal spice run, but the danger was always lurking around there somewhere. There was no way that Sora Jade would be caught off guard, especially from some other pesky bounty hunter, trying to get her quarry. The bounties lately had been slim and Sora had taken up a few smuggling jobs from the Hutts. No more…she thought breathing heavily. Those Hutts had best know what's good for them because they are dead if I ever get back to them.
Shaking off her weak behavior, she set her face stern and straight. Jade was not about to let anyone see her that weak. She was widely known as the girl who could get the job done, no exceptions, but her face would always remain neutral. No emotion was ever shown, unless it was disgust, anger or cockiness. The latter was her best, and she got to show it off quite often. Besides, she figured, who else could keep a ship like this running for so long?
Only a Jade, was what her dad used to say. The legends certainly lived on with Sora, to no degree of exception. Her shot was deadly and her hands could fix anything, from those new fangled Star Destroyers to those ridiculous lightsabers that Jedi's waved around all the time, despite the fact that she didn't use them.
Today had almost been an exception in her dad's motto. The pirates had caught her completely off guard. But luckily, Sora was always prepared for the unexpected. But now it was back to business.
Scanning the damage report from her ships files, she concluded that getting to a repair port in the next 12 hours was essential. And unfortunately, Courasaunt was the closest one, and not to mention the only one within a 12 hour range.
Courasaunt was not only the worst place in the galaxy for a bounty hunter to take a vacation, but it was also one of the top security planets, a smuggler's nightmare. But the impossible was often accomplished by Jade, so she figured that it wouldn't be too bad. The lower levels would definitely have a repair shop for her ship. She just hoped that her last order of fake ID's was up to par.
She dug her hand around in her small tote bag, searching for the pack that she had picked up from Corillia 2 weeks ago. She had forgotten to check them on her way out of system. That stupid Boba Fett had been looking for here again. If he asked her one more question about being a bounty hunter, she might have just shot his head off then and there. She couldn't blame the boy though. Rumor was that his dad had been killed by the Jedi Master Mace Windu, one of the regularly loathed enemies of every bounty hunter, as most Jedi were.
She pulled out the stack of holo disks and searched for the Courasaunt picture. Taking it out she examined it closer. Not bad, she thought happily, although her outside emotion showed no sign of joy. The picture showed a middle age woman, slightly more heavyset than Jade was actually, with small wisps of grey coating a stunning crop of bright red hair. Sora herself had dark ebony hair without the slightest hint of grey. Although, she was only 33, grey shouldn't be coming yet. The eyes of the woman in the picture were the same though, a brilliant Jade-Green, Sora's pride and joy. Many girls were envious at her obviously natural beauty, but her eyes would always, without a doubt, shine out above the rest.
She slipped the card into one of her pockets and set the course for Courasaunt. After the ship had jumped into hyperspace, she walked to the back of the ship, flipping one of her secret compartments around to reveal a collection of disguises that she used on different systems and planets. Choosing a black jumpsuit with her regular red hair dye, she set to work. Not just anyone could fool those Courasaunt guards. But Sora Jade was not just anyone…..