Star Wars Legacy: Family Ties

Prologue

A/N: Star Wars is not owned by me. It belongs to George Lucas.

A/N: This prologue chapter is dedicated to the SOS thread over at JCC.

Location: Ossus, just after the Sith fleet had departed after the Massacre at Ossus (c130ABY)

The Shadow Drake popped out of hyperspace, into the black sky. The red star within the system shone brightly through the viewscreen on the bridge. The Captain of the Shadow Drake inclined his head to one side, stretching his tired muscles, after the long journey from hyperspace. He turned towards his co-Captain, who sat in the navigator's chair next to him, his younger brother, and spoke, "Jed, we've arrived, plot a course down onto the planet."

His younger twin brother complied, and began to input the calculations which would allow them to land closest to their goal. They had come to this system to find artefacts for sale on the black market. Coming down through the atmosphere, the Shadow Drake settled down, on a grassy plain, the grass fluttering in the wind, as the repulsor jets pushed gently down on the ground. The hatch opened and a walkway expanded down, providing smooth passage to the ground below. Jed and his twin, Jeb prepared to go onto the planet, wary for any traps left behind by both the victors and the losers of the battle that had taken place here, just a short while ago.

They descended, their senses alert and keen, looking for anything out of place. The scene that unfolded before them was grisly. Bodies and wreckage lay strewn across the field, in the grass, no one to give them a burial. Jeb and Jed began to poke around, retrieving items that had been left behind. Soon they had filled up half of their backpacks. The brown and black robes they left behind, as they were of no use. Other items such as armour were valuable for salvage, which no doubt other scavengers would come for later, but they had come for the first before anyone else to pick up artefacts which fetched a high price. Being in the artefact market was a hard job, and certainly they had had their fair shares of close shaves, especially when they were 'liberating' artefacts for their buyers from government museums, or private residences. Battlefield salvage was something that they would rarely do, but this was not an opportunity to be missed; these artefacts would be worth a fortune, Jedi artefacts were always worth collecting and selling.

As they made their way towards the building in the distance, their danger sense began to pick up. They were approaching some sort of trap, Jeb surmised, as his brother looked around for the trigger. There, he pointed to a small lump in the ground that his detector picked up, it was a simple proximity mine. Jeb reached inside his pocket and picked up a small item and threw it towards the mine. A blue flash and the mine was disabled, its circuits fried by the EMP grenade that Jeb had thrown. His brother picked the way across the once-lush-now-brown field towards the building, stopping every so often, to survey the scene, or a body that they had found, for artefacts. Approaching the entrance of the building, they spied another trap. Carefully, Jed threw a leaf into the doorway, which was shot by an automated laser. This time, the trap would be harder to disarm. Jeb noted the place from where the laser fired, a cunning concealed opening. Reaching into his backpack, Jed reached for his toolkit, and disabled the trap.

They entered into the building. The walls were old, stone but decorated with artwork depicting heroic Jedi, and former Masters. These they took down, storing them in a cylindrical tube they carried. They passed through a doorway, into another room, this one a cylindrical room. Twelve seats adorned the room, in a semi-cylinder, reminding the brothers about their home, and their family that they had left behind for almost three years now. Looking at the room, they saw some useful artefacts and collected them. The window would have allowed the seated to look out, once onto the lush green jungle beyond them, full of life, not full of death and scarred. Exiting the room, they said a silent prayer for the dead.

Exploring the rest of the building proved easy, the living quarters were quite barely furnished, and contained nothing of value. Going deeper into the temple-like structure, they saw a thick door, obviously a vault. Looking around, they saw the small panel which operated the door. Going to the panel, Jed reached inside his own toolkit and began to tinker with the panel. Getting through the first false layer was easy, but the second layer proved to be more difficult, the electronics were something that Jed wasn't familiar with in dealing with. It took about half an hours work to get through, and disable the security. And then the door was open, and inside was a good collection of artefacts which they quickly scooped up and put inside the containers that they had been carrying. Within the vault was a holocron. This they would keep for their return home, they both knew that the Clan Patriarch would appreciate the acquisition of another holocron, to keep the knowledge alive.

Replacing the two panels on the door mechanism took five minutes, and then the two of them were out of there, heading through the stone corridors and out of the building, on the other side, after passing through more sparsely decorated corridors to look for more artefacts. Jeb and Jed continued looking, through wreckage of battle machines, through the dead bodies that lay strewn on the fields. They arrived at a particularly grizzly site, a multitude of black robes around a solitary man, dressed in brown, two lightsaberse laying by his side. Jeb went up and started to search the bodies for artefacts, going through the black robed ones. Picking up a few talismans and artefacts he came up to the body of the solitary brown robed person. Unlike the other bodies they had seen so far, somehow this one had beaten rigor mortis, there were no signs of decay yet. Jeb thought that this was very strange, so he took extra caution. He turned the body over, and then suddenly recoiled. The body was cold, but not corpse cold, he quickly called his brother over. Jed came bounding over from the other bodies that he had been looting and examined the body. He felt faint wisps of heat coming off the body. Turning to his brother, he said, "we need to get the medical gear out of the Drake, this one might still be alive or something like that, or it may be a trap. We'll need the scanner gear to make sure." His brother concurred and they backed away from the body and looked for a place where they could land the ship safely. Luckily for them there was a clearing with a landing pad, nearby where the ship could land, and there were no traps around there. Taking the beckon call remote for the Shadow Drake out of his pocket, Jed activated it, calling the ship over to the other side of the building.

Jeb stood guard over the lone brown robed body, and now he saw the man's features. Red-brown hair adorned a face which radiated a sense of vitality and youth, but also responsibility and wisdom. Jed returned in five minutes from the ship, now settled about one hundred meters away with the medical scanners. He applied the scanner to the body of the brown-robed man and the scanner began to do its work. Jeb read the report from the scanner. It showed that the body was barely functioning, its autonomous functions were okay, but the man was in a deep comatose state and there was significant brain damage, but otherwise the man still breathed, and slept, and if fed could keep going. Only Sith lightning could have done this sort of damage, luckily he was subtle enough to drop into a 'dead' state,Jeb thought, as he read through the reports.

While Jeb and Jed were involved in liberation of artefacts, they never killed anyone and never left people for dead without any help. Sure they had injured people in their escape, but they always made sure that they were found before they died. So they debated over what to do with the man. After deliberating for a couple of minutes, Jeb and Jed decided that they would take the man with them and treat him aboard the Shadow Drake, and more importantly, they decided to take him back to their home planet with them, only the power of the Council could heal the man in their estimation, to bring the man out of his trance. Their three years of gallivanting around the galaxy was almost up anyway, and this haul could be kept home on Fydir instead, where the Clan Patriarch and the Council would undoubtedly take care of the Jedi artefacts, building the database of three Force cultures, Fydiran, Ordoan, and Ossian Jedi. In any case, both longed for home, and family. The unconscious man, however, likely had no family left, and his mind could only be healed by the Council of Seers on Fydir Prime, that is if they assented, and even then, there was still a chance that he would be severely brain damaged. Loading the body in a temporary stretcher, they brought the man onboard, the artefacts that they had collected, and then closed the hatch. After having settled the unconscious man into a bed onboard the ship, the two brothers began the Shadow Drake's start up sequence, the repulsorlifts lifting the ship off the ground, the sublight engines cutting in, as the ship lifted up through the atmosphere, they looked back upon the planet, knowing that it would return to nature.

As they passed out towards the system limits, Jed punched in the hyperspace co-ordinates of their destination. As he was about to launch them into hyperspace, they passed some of the other salvage ships coming in. Sending a quick message across to the other ships, warning them about possible traps, Jeb and Jed settled in for the long hyperspace ride, back to their temporary home, and then their home planet. In their hurry to get home, they missed the lone body floating amongst the stars, in deep hibernation. The stars elongated as the Shadow Drake passed into hyperspace. Meanwhile, in the bed, the unconscious man slept, comatose, not knowing that he had been so fortunate that the two brothers had happened to find him alive and had been moved to save him, whilst out there in space, the lone body still floated, dead if no one found it within a few days. Was this merely providence and luck or the Will of the Force?

Days later, the Shadow Drake, punched out through hyperspace into the Fydir Star Cluster coming out around the Fydir Two System, where all inter-system traffic would have to pass through a strict customs. Even though there were other routes known to Fydirians to get in, all out of system visitors would gather here to buy and trade their goods for Fydirian goods. For Jeb and Jed it was a wondrous sight to arrive back in their home system. They entered into the queue to enter into the system. Going past customs was a quick process on Fydir, if one limited themselves to the Fydir Two System, if one wanted to go into the other parts of the Star Cluster, then that took a long time. However, since Jeb and Jed hailed from within the system, they would be able to get in without any trouble. The Customs official appeared on screen, on the other side, was a man, who looked similar to them, with blonde hair and green eyes. "Dad," they both greeted.

Their father, Captain Atton Dermayil of the Fydir returned his twin sons's gesture. "I presume you will be heading into Fydir Prime to see the Council? Though by my calculations you are early," he replied, grinning as he said so. The First of the Council was their great-great grandfather; and a member of the Council of Seers on Fydir Prime. And he was the patriarch of the family.

"Yeah, we are," Jeb replied. "Sorry, we came a bit early from our three years, but something came up that was an emergency. No doubt it will make its way through the news channels soon. I know you would have loved to celebrate our homecoming, but I suppose you are on duty for at least another day, right?"

"Yes," their father replied, "Another day and I'll be home, don't worry, we'll just have a delay in celebrations. Tarak can't wait for his big brothers to get home and regal his teenage mind with their stories. I'm sure. Your mother will be glad to see you too, as will the rest of the family."

"Bye, dad," Jed replied, "we'll see you soon."

The Shadow Drake given clearance to enter into the Star Cluster, and the ship blasted off towards Fydir Prime. Jed went to check on their passenger and found that he was still in significantly the same condition as he had been when they had picked him up, although his body had begun to thin, and the brain damage had progressed slightly. They couldn't wait to see the rest of their family, all the way up to their great-great grandfather and great grandfather.
Coming out of hyperspace, the Shadow Drake landed in the private Dermayil landing pad. The twins commed ahead and they prepared a makeshift stretcher, to carry their guest to the Palace of Seers. Gliding down the platform and through the open streets of Fydir Prime, they saw that not much had changed, the buildings still retained their rustic charm, the people were still all friendly and would actually stop to chat by the side of the road unlike what they had seen outside. That was the thing they missed most, the friendliness of people, the willingness to connect. They quickly made their way down to the Palace gardens, where they would meet with the First, and then the Council.

Going into the room, they saw their great-great grandfather, an old man now, blonde hair had been replaced by white, but the blue eyes were still the same, as quiet as reflecting pools. The man had exuded calm through his whole demeanour, and through the Force for a long time now, though they had heard of his more turbulent youth, it wasn't really something he liked to discuss, unlike their great grandfather who was a lot more exuberant. "Jeb, Jed," the First spoke, calmly. "You are back early. Your father sent a message saying so."

"And what is this with you," he continued, as he saw the stretcher they carried between them. He saw the man, brown robes, and facial features quite familiar to someone he had met in the past, but a different hair colour. He put it quickly out of his mind, this was someone who needed help, and he wasn't a Sith or Dark Jedi, those who sought to control. That was enough. "A Jedi, yes? You were on Ossus? Thank the Force that you weren't there during the Massacre. We just heard from our sources. Looks like the spectre of the Sith has announced itself once again." He sighed, Just as we foresaw; now the Fydirans would have to call in more help for the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi of Ossus, and that meant the Ordoans and the rest of those that kept guard over the Unknown Regions, arranging safehavens for Jedi who would undoubtedly be hunted down, bringing them across to the Unknown Regions, to the Ordoans, to Rakata Prime, and within the Fydir Cluster itself. He shook himself out of his planning mode as they came to a door in the palace, he was supposed to be celebrating the return of Jed and Jeb later tonight, and now he was supposed to focus on saving the Jedi at hand. Roan Fel will fall and soon.

Jeb answered, "We found him, barely alive and we thought that only the Council could heal him, great-great granddad." Jed spoke up as well, asking the same thing. The First beckoned for them to follow him, as they passed through the palace hallways he sent a mental summons to the others within the Council, to meet in the ante-room. When they reached the door of the ante-room, the First said to the twins, "You may go, and debrief with your grandad, he's waiting for you in the next room." He gave both of them a quick hug each, and then ushered them away. The attendants outside the room picked up the stretcher and bought it inside.
Jeb and Jed listened to their great-great grandad, and strated to make their way to the next room when they saw their great grandfather, blonde hair now also going onto white, but his blue eyes were full of fire and life, much like his own father, striding quickly, to answer the mental summons. They found their grandfather and grandmother waiting for them in the next room. Their grandmother had red-gold hair, and green eyes, as befit her Skywalker blood. Both looked up when the twins came in and another round of hugs and greetings was done. After a hearty meal of traditional Fydirian cuisine, their grandfather took them into another room, and they gave an account of the three years they had spent on their own out in the 'known regions' of the galaxy. In the end, they were officially pronounced as adults, and given their rank in the Fydirian Defence Force. Both were now the lowest rank in the army, an Officer. This would now be their chosen profession, like all of the Dermayils before them. It was their calling, their destiny, their responsibility, their blessing.

Meanwhile, the body of the brown robed man was placed in the middle of the semi-circle in the ante-room and the attendants quickly exited as the Council came in. The First of the Council of Seers, seated in the middle opened his being to the Force, letting the energies flow through him, slowly at first, but then increasing in flow. The Second opened her being, and linked with the First, then the Third, Fourth, Fifth and Sixth, each linking their powers together, the Seventh and the Eighth, Ninth up to Twelfth. Now they were ready to begin. Refining their Force powers they began to gently probe the damaged areas in the man's brain which was the most severly damaged. They encouraged the healing process of the brain, and slowly but surely the damage stopped spreading, and then began to recede. Outside, the sun set and rose. They continued to work on the man's brain, fixing areas that could be fixed. Unfortunately, when they reached the area of the brain where memories were stored, they found that it was damaged beyond their own sizeable skills to repair. Sadness permeated through the link, through the Council, they could fix the physical damage, but it was likely that the memories would never return not unless the Force itself willed it. Nevertheless, they continued with their task, regenerating the brain cells in the man's brain. Then the other vital organs, the heart, lungs which were not so significantly damaged and could be treated with bacta and the man's own Force powers. After another sunset, their task was done, and their attendants came in, and tended to the brown robed man, taking him away to the Secure Wing's hospital within the Palace of the Seers to be put into bacta. The Twelve of the Council themselves, disengaged the link and drew on the Force, entering into trances to refresh themselves, and returning to their meditative state.

Half a galaxy away, on Cloud City, in a hotel room, a clandestine meeting began. There were many at sentients at Cloud City for the local sabaac tournament that was on at this moment. The representative from Corellia began to speak to the others gathered there. The party was just made up of him, a Mon Calamari, a Sluissi, and two other humans. They were here during the big sabacc tournament, hoping that they would escape unnoticed. After an hour of haggling and talking, a new organisation began, the Neo Rebel Alliance; a new rebel alliance for a new Empire. The meeting dispersed as each would start to garner support from their worlds and others which were now under the control of the Second Galactic Empire. As more allies were found, they would wait for the right time for the insurgency to rise and wipe out the Empire, once again. They drew inspiration from the now departed heroes of the Rebel Alliance, Mon Mothma, Leia Organa Solo and Luke Skywalker amongst many others, now all dead, but their methods and their inspiration would hopefully carry the Neo Rebel Alliance in good stead. The seeds had been planted and that was all that was needed for now. Each left, back to their respective home planets, and sectors.
A/N: That's the prologue chapter done. Next chapter takes place approximately seven years later.

A/N2: For you Legacy Readers, the first major deviation from the comics. Kol Skywalker survives (if you can't guess - he's the brown robed man)

New Characters:

Jeb Dermayil: Oldest son of Atton Dermayil, older brother to Jed Dermayil (twin) and Tarak Dermayil.

Jed Dermayil: Second son of Atton Dermayil, older brother to Tarak, and younger twin to Jeb.

Atton Dermayil: Oldest son of Iliar Dermayil and Beru Skywalker. Great Grandson of Kroder Dermayil (the First of the Council), Grandson of Jarec Dermayil (the Eighth of the Council).

A/N3: Feel free to post me any questions through reviews or PMs. I will answer them.