Star Wars Legacy: Family Ties

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Chapter 1

Seven Years after the Prologue during the time of Legacy: Broken

It was now 137 years after the Battle of Yavin, where the first Rebel Alliance had triumphed over the first Death Star, the symbol of the Empire which had been firmly entrenched for eighteen years. One hundred and thirty seven years ago, an eighteen year old Luke Skywalker had fired two proton torpedoes, through a gap of no more than two metres and had brought new hope to a galaxy straining under the Empire.

Now, one hundred and thirty seven years on, it was not much different. The new Sith Empire had had seven years in power. Jedi were hunted like common criminals both by the Sith, and by oppurtunistic bounty hunters. However, the seeds of the Neo Rebel Alliance were beginning to sprout. Now, all that was needed was one to rise, to take the mantle of Skywalker, to continue the legacy of both Luke and Anakin, to once again destroy the Sith. The last male scion of Skywalker, Cade, languished in self-destruction for seven years after the massacre of Ossus, refusing to answer the summons. Yet, for all those who despaired, they should have remembered one thing, to trust in the Force, always.

Far away, on Ordo, a lone ship blasted out of a hangar, the durasteel doors opening and then closing as the ship passed through. On board, three and two, was the crew of the Ebon Falcon, five members of the alliance that helped stand guard over the dangers of the Unknown Regions. The Ordoans were allies of the Fydirans and Chiss in the Fifth Vagaari War that had played itself out in ninety five years after the Battle of Yavin. They had stopped by the dwelling of the Clan Mother, the daughter of Ben Skywalker, for her blessing and last instructions before they headed towards the conflict that was about to erupt in the known regions of the galaxy. The day she had married the Patriarch of the Ordoan Order, two bloodlines of two of the greatest Jedi of all time were firmly tied together. The stars elongated into bright blue lines and the ship entered into hyperspace. Each one on board felt a sense of adventure, but it was tempered with anticipation and calm. For they knew they had a job to do, a responsibility to fight the fight that needed to be fought, to stand against evil, embodied in the Sith.

And on Nar Shardaa, two cousins, Tarak, and Deziel, landed the Shadow Drake, on the spaceport pad, where they had spent the last three years working as smugglers and sometime bounty hunters, debt collectors and mercenaries, when needed. They had just escaped narrowly from the clutches of a Sith acolyte, Darth Sinis, who was apparently more than displeased with them because of the fact that they had beaten him to a bounty on a Jedi, helping the Jedi escape. Hopefully, now he was somewhere safe. For that the Sith had started to plague them. Only by ingenuity and a bit of manufactured luck, had the two cousins managed to escape unscathed so far. But soon, they were going to return to Fydir and they planned to go out with a big bang, by turning the tables on this Sith and destroying him. After all, their great grandfather and great-great grandfather had taught them both well, all their childhood, in Fydirian martial arts and with various weapons including lightsabers. Packing up their possessions they decided that they would finish this job at Corellia; that is if this Sinis was game enough to show himself.

Across the galaxy, the Neo Rebel Alliance began to gather its forces, the heads of the Neo Rebel Alliance, just awaited the word of the last main member system, Fydir before it would move. Over the past seven years it had managed to secure many of the main shipyards in the galaxy, Corellia, Bothawui, Mon Calamari and Sluis Van, to add to the production facilities in the Unknown Regions. Of those, Mon Calamari and Sluis Van were still officially under Galactic Alliance control, and Corellia and Bothawui were 'independent'. Only Kuat, Bilbringi, Fondor and Yaga Minor belonged to the enemy, and of those, only Kuat and possibly Fondor belonged to the true enemy. If reports were to be believed, that the deposed Roan Fel was gathering his own forces around Bastion, the Sith might even have less as Yaga Minor was within range of Bastion, and Bilbringi was only another step away from that. The Wookies and Bothans and Sullustans had been bought onboard to the Neo Rebel Alliance as well. And, they'd done it all secretly, whilst fighting a 'false' losing war. Admiral Gar Stazi was the figurehead of the false Galactic Alliance whose purpose was to deceive the Sith into thinking that they were winning. His main aide, General Mia Celchu was in fact a highly placed NRA agent from New Alderaan and a descedendant of both of Tycho Celchu, a pilot who survived the Death Star II run, and Winter, Princess Leia's aide who had an uncanny ability to retain perfect memory. It was this gift of her grandmother's that had been passed to her and she now applied it for the sake of the NRA.

After twelve hours, and a night of sleep, the Shadow Drake once again, blasted off from Nar Shardaa, the two cousins on board with everything they had, headed for Corellia, where they would deal with Darth Sinis, if he showed his ugly mug, follow the Corellian Trade Spine to Yag'Dhul, and then swing onto the Rimma Trade Route to Thyferra, and then head back towards Fydir Two, Fydir Star Cluster, to a welcome home celebration and their passage into adulthood. Little did they know what would happen at Corellia would change the fate of the whole galaxy…

On Fydir, the Council of Seers welcomed their newest member, the brown robed man. He had spent the last seven years on Fydir, a guest of the Seers, and it surprised many when the Force itself had chosen him to be the Ninth of the Council, after the previous Seer had rejoined the Force. The Deathday celebrations for the previous Ninth of the Council, had barely been over, when the Force had granted the rest of the members a vision of its choice. It was true though, no matter what, he was strong within the Force, as strong as anyone that they had ever seen. The First welcomed him to the Council, and he took his seat next to the Eighth, one of his best friends over the past seven years, who had been elevated some years previously. Unfortunately, no matter how hard they had tried, the brown robed man remembered nothing before waking up on Fydir, except for one word. The others supposed that it was his own name, or the name of someone important to him, but now it mattered not, for now he was the Ninth of the Council. If the Force wanted him to regain his memories, then it would allow him to, otherwise it would not, that was the sincere belief of the other members of the Council of Seers. That night, the night of the Ninth's first Council session, in communion with the Force, a strong impression came over him, the Force whispered to him, that soon, he would remember his past, that soon, everything would begin, what he had yearned for, his identity would begin to return. That night, the Council acted and sent the last coded message, now it was all about to come together. Those that trusted in the Force would rejoice soon, for their prayers were answered.

Zabrak Jedi Master Wolf Sazen walked through the droid graveyard on Daluuj, towards the meeting, the one that was surely to be dangerous. The walkway over the ravine was lined with droid heads impaled on pikes, even after a hundred years, some of the artificial eyes still glowed an eerie yellow. He had seen and heard of the deaths of many of his fellow Jedi, and with the Sith in ascendancy, it was a risk to meet. As he approached the meeting place he saw three other Jedi, a Bothan, a human and a Twi'lek. They were all that had been able to answer his summons

"It is dangerous for more than one Jedi to gather in a single place these days. If it's not the bounty hunters, it's the Sith," the Bothan Jedi stated. "Why have you asked us to meet you, Master Sazen," he asked.

"I know," the Twi'lek interjected, his pale blue skin strong against the moonlight. "My master still seeks Cade Skywalker."

"It's been seven years since the fall of Ossus! Not one word has been heard of Cade Skywalker. He must be dead," the Bothan replied, vehement yet showing tinges of tiredness. If only he knew how wrong he was, and the destiny that awaited Cade. He would not have been so dismissive if the Force had deigned to speak to him, like it did to, those who still truly trusted in it.

"He is not," Wolf stated with clarity, "He was my padawan before you, Shado. He is strong in the Force," with utter conviction in his eyes, he continued, "Cade Skywalker is still alive.

"Then Cade doesn't want to be found," Shado countered, "Why do you bother, Master?"

"The Sith are not going to go away, the Jedi need to be rallied togther. I'm convinced only a Skywalker can do that, and Cade is the only Skywalker left. I know that Cade is neessary and the time is now," he paused before he continued; "I feel it in the Force." If only Wolf knew that there was another, one he thought long dead, but in reality still alive. Yet he was right, Cade was necessary, the Will of the Force had ordained this a long time ago. "We find Cade, then we decide our next course of action. It is time we were Jedi again," he stated. The years of being hunted and running had taken its toll. No more.

Though the Great River had been effective, none of the Masters gathered at Daluuj knew about it. The Great River Organisation liberated Jedi, but always in a way which left the Sith and everyone else thinking that they were dead. They were very methodical in their work, and contact was always initiated by the River. The Jedi liberated to the secret base deep in the Unknown Regions were not allowed contact with the outside universe, sheltered at Zonama Sekot, the planet's powerful Force presence masking the presence of the Jedi exiles.

Suddenly, a spear impaled the Bothan Jedi form behind. "Sith," Wolf hissed. The Sith appeared, four at least, as Wolf, Shado and the human Jedi all drew their lightsabers, the green and blue blades against the red Sith blades. The human Jedi fell to a Sith blade, his body disappearing as it rejoined the Force. Wolf and Shado battled two other Sith, decapitating one and then another. Wolf raked his blade across the torso of another Sith, then beheaded a Rodian Sith. Shado stabbed another in the back. Soon enough, the battle was over. The Sith were defeated, but at great cost. Two more Jedi had rejoined the Force. Wolf made the leave.

"I think I'll go with you, Master," Shado stated, as he clipped his lightsaber back into its place by his hip

"I'm glad, Shado. What decided for you?" Sazen replied.

"The Sith won't let us hide. Besides," taking almost a nonchalant tone, "I'm being tired of hiding," he paused, "of being hunted. I'd rather be the hunter. Might as well start with Cade. Where do we begin?

"We trust in the Force to lead us to Cade," Wolf answered, as they walked off into the distance leaving the scene of carnage behind them.

The Shadow Drake arrived at Corellia. A coded message awaited them, from the Council. Opening the message canister in the bridge of their ship, a blue holographic representation of their great grandfather appeared, ordering them to stay in Corellia for a couple of weeks to help with the local Neo Rebel Alliance agents, and also a top priority secret level one mission for their return to Fydir. However, the target they were told would not be there for a while, and so they could occupy themselves with a bit of fun in Coronet City.
Brogar's Safehouse on the planet Lok was currently being used by many sentients. It posed as a cantina but many sentients paid premium creds for his services. That was why they had on occasion used his services, and they always paid handsomely when he got the job done. "I don't know Screeger. Word has it that Rav is ooking for you. Taking you anwyhere could be a deathmark. The old pirate has a long reach," one of Brogar's negotiators said, as the latest sentient, Naxy Screeger wanted to use the safehouse.

"What? Rav?" the sentient known as Naxy replied in his screechy voice, "Nah, Nah!," placating Brogar's aide, "It's just a mistake. A whatatacallit, a misunderstanding. I just need a little time and distance to work it out, to let Rav cool down so I can explain it to him, see?" Naxy begged, "besides you could always claim that I snuck aboard!" trying to use any excuse he could get to stay

"If Rav finds out, you won't be onboard," the aide replied, "You'll be out the airlock. Bring all your creds to Pad 45."

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the bar, Jedi Hosk Trey'lis awaited his ride, the long ride through the Great River, towards the Jedi safeworld in the Unknown Regions. Whoever ran the Great River, he thought, must be a good being. They had approached him, when he had escaped the Sith last, and offered a way out. Brogar's safehouse was one of the stops through the River.

"All's arranged, Hosk," the pilot who was taking him to the next stop along the River said, "Pad 9 in an hour."

"You have my thanks," he replied, thankful to continue his journey

"I owed you, now we're even," the reply came, short and sharp. Transporting a Jedi was a dangerous job, but he did owe Hosk one. "Don't get caught, Hosk. Don't remember me if you do."

Deliah Blue strode up to the door of the safehouse and looked directly at the droid eye which was scanning her features. "Whatdayawant," the tinny voice asked her

"Hey, handsome," she said flirtatiously, "Name's Deliah Blue. Naxy Screeger there? I've got something for him." She flaunted all her Zeltron charm, the pink skin and blue hair and luscious body obviously trying to distract the guard on the other side of the droid eye.

"Leave it with me. I'll see he gets it," the guard replied through the commspeaker

"I can't. Lover," she flirted again, "Y'see it's personal. Real personal. He reall wants it. If you could help me out, I'd be very grageful. And I always pay my debts…"

"Well I guess, it won't do any harm," the guard finally relented, opening the door slightly. Deliah kicked him, sending him flying back into the Cantina. "Gah!" he screamed

Suddenly, a voice cut through the cantina, "Stand down," strong and sure. "We're bounty hunters, we're after a bounty, let me explain how this works," the blonde haired bounty hunter said. He was obviously the lead hunter, the Zeltron female who had done the flirting and another human stood to either side, all brandishing blasters.

The guard got back up, "Play me for a nerf hereder, willya?" he charged and drew his blaster, only to receive a kick in the jaw sending him sprawling down to the floor. Boom, the sound of a blaster shot filled the room as a round was pumped into the roof sending plaster and masonary sprinkling down. "Listen up everyone," the blonde bounty hunter ordered. The other sentients in the bar watched in dismay. This was meant to be a safehouse.

"I'm Cade, the other guy is Jariah Syn, and the lady by the door is Deliah Blue," the blonde bounty hunter explained before he continued. "We're here for only one sentient tonight. We'll collect him and go. The rest of you…stay put and ther ewon't be any trouble, clear?"

Jedi Trey'lis worried. Bounty hunter? Now…when he was so close to getting away. Panic overrode clear thinking, as he stood up, "I won't be taken!" not even realizing that he wasn't the target, seven years of running had taken its toll. He began to run .

"You tell him, Pal," Naxy added.

"A Jedi, sweet creds! But they're so hard to find these days," the being known as Jariah exclaimed.

"Watch him, Syn! I'm going for Screeger," Cade replied, as he leapt at the fleeing Naxy. "Running just annoys me, Naxy."

"You back off Cade! I got a blaster," Naxy said as he pointed a tiny holdout blaster at Cade, who didn't look scared at all, "Oh Yeah! I got a blaster and I'm not afraid to use it!"

"Bounty's good dead or alive, worth more alive than dead…But a dead Jedi's more of a sure thing," Jariah mused, as he weighed up the options on how to proceed, "how to play it?" Hosk continued to run, "Go for the sure thing everytime," he finished as he pointed his blaster, poised to shoot.

"Shoe's on the…whatsis…other side of your mouth now, huh Cade!" Naxy taunted

"Ah, shut up Naxy," Cade replied, as he swiftly disarmed the pathetic Naxy and grabbed him by the collar. He drew on the Force and threw Naxy into Jariah, drawing a curse from his associate. Hosk continued to run away, as Deliah shot a dart into him, hitting him on the face. Obviously it was a knock-out dart designed to render him unconscious, but when the Force is your ally, you are never without options. "A Jedi…does not surrender…so easily," Hosk yelled, as he Force pushed Deliah, knocking her over, only to get hit in the back by a Yuuzhan Vong thud bug. Syn grabbed the Jedi, as Deliah recovered and handed Jariah his cannon. "Lose your cannon, Syn," she cooed.

"Cade's fault! Frakkin idiot hit me with the bounty," Syn complained loudly, as he glared at Cade.

"Yeah Syn," Cade shot back "the bounty, the reason we came here in the first place. The job Rav sent us to do.

The commotion brought Brogar out from the back of the cantina. "Cade, Syn, Deliah, what part of safe house, do you not understand. Sentients pay me a significant amount of creds, knowing they will be under my protection. To permit you to depar with these two would thus be bad for business." He was flakned by three guard droids, their repeating blasters trained on the bounty hunters.

"Get serious Brogar," Cade argued back, "Screeger stiffed Rav on bail, and you know Rav doesn't allow safe harbour for that."

"You were also hiding a Jedi. Imps feel strongly about Jedi. Maybe some of them Sith come checking you out," Jariah threatened.

Brogar tugged on his collar, no doubt they would not be pleased, but then again, they appreciated his services to them when they used it. And they paid well. No, he would have to play dumb here. "I had no idea this one was a Jedi. He must have pulled one of them mind tricks that they do," he made this excuse; yes he thought it would work fine.

"Right, Brogar, I believe you no question," Cade replied, darkly. "Tell you what, we won't mention where we found the Jedi when we turn him in. And you're not going to give us a problem about taking Screeger are you?" he offered.

Sweet. Brogar thought, but he didn't let himself show that to Cade. As long as the fact of his helping a Jedi was not disclosed they would not be as angry with him as they may be otherwise. He extended his arm to shake hands, "He is a gift," Brogar stated, "A gesture of good faith, between Rav and myself. You will tell him?"

"Sure, Deliah, get the door," Cade accepted, "Don't be offended Brogar," he said, as he refused Brogar's hand, "But we're just going to back out of here slowly."

"An Act of wisdom, boys let them go," Brogar stated. Relief flooded him when they were gone. Watching Cade and his associates walk out of the safe house, with the Jedi that he had been entrusted to keep safe, Brogar cursed silently in his mind. He cursed that fool of a bounty hunting crew; he cursed Naxy Screeger for being a bail skipper. He cursed Rav. He cursed the Sith and the Empire, he even cursed them. Going into the secret room in the safe house, he began to transmit a coded message, along the Great River, sending it down through the sewer pipes, where it would be picked up by another member of the organisation. The message was simple, it named the crew of the Mynock and their intended destination, and the person who would be holding the Jedi Trey'lis, the pirate Rav. It was now entirely out of his hands and into their's. And they would no doubt punish those who interfered with the good that they did. They did not get angry as a rule, but what they did to those who crossed them in a bad way…was something that Brogar did not even want to think about. He had no desire to end up like that. Part of him was happy that he had put those who had invaded his sanctuary under their sights. Yet all he was really doing was serving the Will of the Force. This one act put yet another cog into place.

Author's Corner:

This is just somewhere where I'll answer questions, post up bio stuff and other interesting tidbits. Today's tidbit is a bit more about the Fydiran Star Cluster:

The Fydir Star Cluster is located in the Unknown Regions, in the space between Rakata Prime and the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium. It was Emperor Palpatine/Darth Sidious who first set up Project Byss within the Star Cluster, headed by a young Captain Kroder Dermayil (the Emperor's Shadow) just before he launched Operation Shadowhand, a second version of the Maw Installation.

The indigenous populations were mainly left alone when the project began as the project only started on the system now known as Fydir Six, but as it expanded, friendly negotiations were opened (this occurred after the death of Emperor Palpantine's clones and the capture of Kroder Dermayil by the New Republic).

The main species of the Fydir Star Cluster is human though there are some non-humans. Most humans in the Fydir Star Cluster have dark hair and eyes, with skin tones ranging from yellow to white.

Systems of note in the Fydiran System include:

Fydir Prime (home to the Council of Seers the chief body of the Fydir Star Cluster),

Fydir Two (the main spaceport of the Fydir Star Cluster – where all trade going into the rest of the Star Cluster must pass because that's the only known route into the Star Cluster besides secret routes only known to the FDF),

Fydir Six (Headquarters of Fydiran Science, the old Project Byss)

Fydiran culture celebrates both the birth day and the death day of its inhabitants. For in death people rejoin the Force.

The Council of Seers is a group of twelve force-sensitives that rule the Fydir Star Cluster with the help of the FDF (Fydiran Defence Force) and other bodies. The Council of Seers is very much in tune with the Will of the Force and spends a lot of time in meditation and communing with the Force when they are not making determinations. Members of the Council of Seers are known by numbers. They are the First, the Second, the Third...the Eleventh, the Twelfth.