First, disclaimer, for the whole story. I do not own Star Wars, nor do I own most of the characters in this story. They were created by George Lucas, and other authors, writers, fans, etc. At the moment I own the Twi'lek, although not the name Twi'lek(see why I hate these?) I would never steal something that isn't mine, and please don't sue me cause I need my money.
Now that that's done, I would like to introduce something I haven't seen before on this particular site, but possibly does exist: an interactive fanfic. I have posted an intro, and I will write the chapters. However, you will tell me what I'm writing. Submit a review, and in it tell me what you like so far. And then, tell me who you would like to see compete with each other. Whether you want them to fight, target shooting, dogfight, fleet on fleet, sabaac match, Chief-of-State Debate, you name it. Your wish is my command. You can also pick the place, and the surroundings. Time period, of that is apllicable. Whatever you want.However, nothing dirty, nothing twisted, nothing above my T rating. I will do repeat battles if you want, if one I do comes out with a certain victor, and you want the other to win. Any questions or confusion, shoot me a reivew or a PM. Enjoy!
Star Wars: Tournament of Champions
A Holocron sat on a table. On the outside, it looked plain enough. But on the inside, it was full. Filled with little bits of data, each holding the essences of hundreds of people. Great Jedi, such as Yoda, Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Solo. Lords of the Sith, Dooku, Maul, Sidious, Vader. Famous heroes and villains from Old Republic, the Empire, New Republic, and Galactic Alliance. Han Solo, Leia Organa, Jango Fett, Aurra Sing, Admiral Thrawn, Nom Anor. Famous pilots, such as Wedge Antilles, Baron Fel, Tycho Celchu, Jagged Fel, Gavin Darklighter, many others. Others, more then could be easily named. Each one, complete with personality and limited memory, pertaining to that point in their life. All gathered for one reason.
A man came in, a Twi'lek, and bent over the Holocron. He attached a few wires to the Holocron, connecting it to a hologram projector. The Twi'lek flipped a switch, and looked through the wall-sized view port into the room beyond.
The large chamber was filled with people. They were truly holographic projections, however. The Twi'lek recognized many of them, although lesser known ones or ones from before his time were less familiar. He grinned slightly at the array of peoples before him.
The most imposing figure was Darth Vader. He stood erect, breathing heavily, staring down the others around him. Dooku stood near to him, chatting amiably with Darth Maul and Qui-Gon Jinn. How ironic. Yoda, Mace Windu, and other members of the Jedi Council, at various times, had now gathered into a circle and were talking. A younger version of Obi-Wan Kenobi, the age he had been when he lost his master, was talking to another hologram of himself, this one at the age he had been when he had died by Vader's hand. And all three version of Anakin Skywalker, at nine, nineteen, and as newly born Sith, were gathered around Padme, who had been made at her Senator age.
Other strange and bizarre meetings such as this were occurring. Luke, at his Master age during the Yuuzhan Vong War, had joined the Council group, and was being introduced. R2-D2 rolled around, seemingly known by almost everyone. Chewbacca and General Greivous were having an arm-wrestling match, while C-3PO was advising Greivous to lose, and detailing the events that would follow if Chewbacca lost and became angry. Han Solo was shooting targets alongside Jango Fett, while Boba stood talking to Jabba the Hutt. The young Luke stood with both Mara Jades, the older Jedi Master and the young Emperor's Hand. Jagged Fel and Zekk stood facing each other, arms crossed, Jaina Solo to the side. Ben Skywalker and Anakin Solo were showing off their light sabers to each other. Jacen Solo stood with Tenal Ka.
The Twi'lek finally strode forward to the edge of the glass, which was one way. He picked up a microphone, and transmitted his voice beyond into the room.
"Welcome all. I'm sure you are all wondering what is going on. If you haven't realized it yet, you are all holograms. Solid, to be sure, complete with personalities and equivalent memories. But all holograms, fabrications of a Holocron containing your information. I have gathered you all and projected you here for a reason." He grinned to himself, although the others couldn't see it. "I will have a Tournament of Champions. A grand array of battles, tests, and contests, pitting you against each other. Mostly for my personal gain, of course. I will decide who fights who. What the rules will be, what the actual competitions will be." He laughed. "So for now, get comfortable. Soon I will begin the first contest." Walking back to the table, he picked up a data pad and began scrolling through. Outside, the others slowly resumed what they were doing.
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