PLEASE TELL ME IF I SHOULD CONTINUE THIS FIC OR NOT
This one was sitting in my docs and was about to expire so I thought to post it, I polished it a lil bit, let me know if I should continue it
(I needed you to read this lol I'm sorry)
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Mace Windu had died. At least that is what everyone believed. Hell, he himself believed it until...
Mace sat up with a sharp gasp, immediately regretting the action. Palpatine had done numbers on him, and he could not move without his body either aching, stinging, or both. Not to mention that Skywalker had cut off his arm, betraying him, and the entire order.
'I have to warn the council!' Was his first thought, before taking a good look around him. He realized that it was daytime, which started setting off alarm bells in his head. He took a deep breath to calm down and collect his thoughts. He first looked around him, assessing the situation. He fell behind a dumpster, behind a couple of buildings in a somewhat upper level of Coruscant. As he moved his head, he saw his reflection in a window of a building, and it left him stunned. Back at him was staring a brutally scarred old man, several years his senior
His only hand shot to his chin, stroking the beard that had grown there 'That... cannot be me... that means I have been out for years' A feeling of dread creeped up his back slowly 'This... This is bad' He thought, the feeling of dread starting to take hold of him even more, before he shook his head. 'I need to find answers'
Feeling out for his lightsaber, he quickly force-pulled it close to him, the metallic pipe slamming against the wall above him
'Hmm... My control has gotten sloppy.' He hid the saber in his tunic. He did not know why, but the force told him to do it.
He started getting up slowly, his body still sore and aching all over, and eventually made it to his feet
Mace walked into a random bar, looking for intel. He sat down on a stool at the counter, ordered a drink, and started talking to the bartender, a Zabrak. He needed answers, and he needed them quickly.
"Can you tell me what happened to the Jedi?" He tried to act like he did not know why he asked that question, but deep down, he knew that the answer was not good. He could make an educated guess based on the clones, at least he thought they were, out patrolling the streets
"The Jedi? Look, from one ol' man to another, that word's taboo. Be careful when talkin' about 'em, alright?
Mace nodded, the feeling of dread started making itself known again and was quickly forced down. He was never the perfect Jedi he tried to be, but he hadn't slipped up like this since he was a teenager
"Them wizards, or whatever the hell they were, apparently committed treason. Took one of 'em to turn on 'em and wiped almost all of 'em out. Very few still walk on this galaxy, and even fewer make themselves known. I say that 'cuz most of 'em been killed. All I know is, it was better before the empire ruled... Ya didn't hear that last part, by the way."
"That's impossible." Stated Mace matter of factly "Only one Sith couldn't take down the whole Jedi order."
"Well, what can I tell ya? Ya been in a coma or something? it was pretty big news."
Mace sighed. "Something like that." He said, taking a sip of his drink. Drinking was looked down upon in the order, but for the life of him, he couldn't bring himself to care. "How long has it been since then?"
"Hm... 'Bout 6 years"
Mace let out yet another sigh, which had become a recurring theme for him that day. He very quickly realized he was not welcomed on Coruscant anymore, and if anyone found out about his status, He'd be in grave danger.
"Thank you for your help" Mace downed the rest of his drink. He sat up, still a bit painful, and looked at the bartender.
"You will let me out of here without paying" Said Mace while slowly moving his hand in front of the Zabrak's face
"I will- No, What?! Why would I do that"
"You will let me out of here without paying" Said Mace while slowly moving his hand in front of the Zabrak's face, for the second time
"I will let you out of here without paying"
Mace frowned, his wrinkles from the electricity stretching along his face 'My control really has gotten sloppy. I used to be able to do this even without using my hand'
The dark-skinned man made his way to a hangar, where he spotted an unattended ship, with what looked like the owner refueling it.
"Excuse me" Said Mace, walking over to the man
"Oh uhh... How can I help you, sir?" Responded the man, clearly confused
"Is this your ship?"
"Yes, yes it is" Said the man with a hint of pride in his voice
"You will let me take it" Said Mace while slowly moving his hand in front of the man's face
"I will let you take it"
'At least he was too weak-minded for my mind trick to work immediately' Thought Mace with the slightest amount of amusement. He quickly sped off in the ship, with only one destination in mind: Unknown Regions. It really didn't matter to him which planet he landed in, as long as he could lay low in it.
Mace was flying through hyperspace for a good few hours. He allowed himself to relax, though he was still alert. He let himself silently mourn the deaths of his fellow Jedi, and he hated it. He was supposed to not feel, so why was he suddenly so susceptible to emotions?
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a huge force presence. He jumped out of hyperspace and was greeted by the sight of a blue planet, practically radiating with the force. The planet was practically a beacon of the force, really, how hadn't the order discovered this planet yet? He started to land his ship in a forest, seeing that it was close to civilization. Mace decided not to make himself known and instead decided to live out in the woods. He felt oddly at peace, surrounded by the force.
His peace was short-lived, however, because he felt something... evil. Evil was the only way he could describe it... It tainted the force, and it felt suffocating. Oh, and it was headed right to him... rapidly Mace drew his weapon, ready to ignite it at a moment's notice. The bushes in front of him rustled and out of them came... A blond boy... no older than 6...
Went back and edited this one