40 years have passed since the death of Anakin Skywalker, and the fall of the Empire. For 30 years the planets have lived in peace, but in the last 10 years the planets have started bickering again, and have once more taken the sides of the Empire and the Republic. unknown to most, the Empire is being run by Senator Phale of Coruscant.
During this ten years, Empire troops have been rebuilding the Death Star. it is not yet completed, but Empire troops have managed to overtake New Alderaan, and are using it's resources and citizens to help rebuild the weapon.
The Jedi on Dagobah have been alerted of this, and are trying to find a way to free the enslaved people of New Alderaan. They have sent two jedi to the planet to speak with it's ruler, but are met with problems.
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A small ship flew from the dotted sky, entering the planet of New Alderaan's orbit. It landed in the hanger, and the doors opened, revealing two figures. They walked down the ramp onto the landing dock, the youngest one drawing back the hood of his cloak, glancing around.
The elder one smiled at him. "Don't be nervous." he said, heading to the hanger doors.
The younger blinked, following him. "I'm not." he retorted.
"Yes, you are."
"I am not."
They stepped out into the sunlight, glancing around. Then the younger one paused, glancing towards the palace. Something was not right… "Master…"
"I feel it too. Just be calm." the older one replied. He found it odd that no one was coming to greet them. Usually, when they arrived on a planet, they were greeted and brought into the palace instantly. Yet here, there was no one in sight. He continued towards the palace, his apprentice following.
"Master? What's going on?" he heard him ask.
"I fear we may not be seeing the Queen as we would like to."
A raven haired woman clothed in black armor walked down the halls of the New Alderaan palace, footsteps echoing in the empty halls. Her troops had successfully overtaken the planet, and soon they would have the citizens get to work on their little project.
She walked into the throne room, smirking deviously. She turned to a guard, seating herself in the Queen's throne. "Make sure the Queen's cell is carefully guarded. If she escapes, our whole plan will fall apart."
The guard nodded, then turned and exited the room.
Elvira watched him leave, then leaned back in her chair, smirking. So far…so good.
In the darker and less used part of the palace, a young queen looked up, hearing guards walking past her the door that was holding her prisoner.
She sighed, shaking her head, red hair cascading down her shoulders. She didn't understand how her peaceful planet had fallen into the plans of the Empire. She wasn't quite sure what they wanted with it yet....but she supposed she would find out eventually.
Her thoughts were shaken from her when she heard someone outside the door. She stood slowly, ready to attempt to fight if needed. She would not be taken so easily.
The door slid open, revealing two male figures. "Your highness?" the elder one asked.
The Queen blinked, examining them cautiously. She had never seen these two before. Yet she didn't think they were Imperial guards. "Are you of the Republic?" she asked.
He smiled and nodded. "Yes. We came to see you, but it appears you already had visitors."
The younger one blinked, watching the Queen curiously. He remained quiet, however, allowing his master to do the talking.
The Queen nodded. "The empire has taken over my planet, yet I'm not quite sure why. Tell me, how did you possibly get in here without alerting the guards?" she asked.
"That story shall have to wait. You must come with us, your highness. I am Nammon Rin, and this is my apprentice, Rithen. We are Jedi Knights."
"Well that explains it in four words." The Queen remarked, eyes sparkling with amusement. She thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, of course. But...I cannot leave my people in the hands of the Empire..."
Rithen tensed, looking back over his shoulder. He knew they had to move, and soon. "There isn't time for that now, your highness. You can help them better when you are safe"
She glanced towards him, as if just noticing him, and nodded reluctantly. She knew they had no choice in the matter. Only two Jedi and a queen alone could not save all those people... "Very well, let us go then."
"Come, hurry," Nammon said. He held out a hand, beckoning her to come and walk between them.
She glanced around the room, then carefully pulled her long hair up and twisted it into a simple bun. She always kept it long - she had never cut it before - but now she needed it out of the way so she could move quicker.
Rithen took up the rear, allowing his master to lead them. He kept a weary eye out, watching for any guards as they made their way back to the palace doors.
"Are you sure they wont do anything to my people when they find I'm gone...?" the queen asked, keeping her voice in a hushed whisper.
"We cannot be sure, your highness. But we must hurry," Nammon replied. He took out a lone guard by the door, then peered outside. It seemed they had a clear run to their ship. He headed outside, keeping an eye out for other guards.
The young woman sighed, shaking her head, but followed anyway, knowing she had no choice. She then heard something in the bushes and paused. She knew who it was. She turned towards the bushes and made a simple hand gesture.
From the bushes appeared a woman covered in a blue cloak. She hurried over to the Queen, and the two of them held a hushed conversation. After a few moments, the Queen turned to the Jedi. "This is my handmaiden. She wishes to come with us." she informed them.
Nammon turned and examined the girl, considering this. Then he looked from her to the Queen. "I suppose it would be best if you have a trusted friend with you. Hurry now." He ushered the two girls inside.
Rithen had been watching out for guards while they were talking, and he turned to his master when he noticed one who had in turn spotted them. "Master! Guards!"
The elder Jedi turned around at his apprentice's call, seeing the group of guards gathering at the hanger door, ready to fire. "Hurry!"
Rithen pulled a blaster from his belt, firing at the guards, picking off those too close to the ship.
The Queen peered out the ship window, watching the guards make their way closer to the ship. "We should hurry, or they will catch up and board us, or shoot us down!" she called.
Nammon nodded, heading for the ship's controls, starting it up. "Rithen, get in the ship!"
Rithen makes a run for it, shooting a few guards as he made his way to the ship, heading inside and closing the door. He ran into the control room and took the controls from his master, sitting in the pilot's seat. He grinned, taking them into space. He loved to fly.
The Queen moved away from the window, glancing at her handmaiden. They seemed to have a silent conversation using only expressions. Finally, the Queen looked at Nammon. "Please excuse us for a few moments. We have things to discuss."
Nammon nodded, raising an eyebrow, but gestured towards a back room. She thanked him, and they walked into the back room, shutting the door.
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Star Wars is copyright to George Lucas.
Rithen & Nammon are copyright to Amaurea.
Aimee, Elvira, and New Alderaan belong to me.