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#1 Guest_Wyvern_*

Posted 02 March 2006 - 04:59 AM

Two Days Leave

The first light of morning had just begun to brighten the courtyard when Consu appeared at the top of the ramp leading to the Jedi enclave. Breathing heavily, her short blond hair still damp from a hurried shower, she looked behind her warily before stepping hesitantly out onto the dew-laden grass. After a moment, Consu gazed at the still deserted courtyard, and smiled wryly. What? She thought, did I really think they would try to stop me now?

Deliberately avoiding the paved pathways, Consu ran across the grass to the battered ship that stood gleaming in the sunlight. A few minutes later she was cursing when yet another attempt to enter the entrance code was rejected. How dare they change the codes on me, she fumed. Frowning, she pushed the button for the ship's intercom and started yelling for someone to let her in.

"Do you know what time it is?" Canderous roared when he opened the door and she hopped up the ramp. "The damn Sith better be attacking."

"Holster it, I've only got two days and I'm not wasting any of it. And go put some clothes on," Consu said, looking back over her shoulder at the scowling mercenary after she ducked around him and headed for the messhall. "Wouldn't want that poor, naive teenager to see something she shouldn't; or our pretty-boy pilot either."

Fortunately, Canderous was the only one upset about being woken up early, and Consu was soon happily devouring her third, completely unhealthy, sugarbun when the last of the crew came in to greet her.

"Hey, Consu!" Mission squealed, giving her an enthusiastic hug before snagging a bun and sitting down. "Great to see you're still alive; it's been weeks since the Jedi Academy swallowed you. What have you been doing all this time, anyway?"

"Getting in touch with the force," she said solemnly, watching as the the young girl's mouth twisted in disgust at Consu's stern tone. "Seriously, there's a lot more emphasis on physical training then I expected. I've learned some good combat techniques."

"Excellent," Canderous growled. "You could use the help."

"I'm a decent fighter," Consu said. "We can't all have the benefit of your vast years of experience."

So, guess you're a Jedi now," Mission prodded.

"Not yet, I'm just on break right now," Consu told her.

"You can do that?" Mission said, looking over at Carth, who just shrugged. "Bastila said something about Jedi trainees not being allowed to leave the compound."

"I'm a special case," Consu said, grinning. "I threatened to walk out on them if they didn't give me leave."

"That doesn't seem right," Carth said. "Bastila was adamant that during your training we weren't even allowed to talk to you over the com. Are you sure you're supposed to be here?"

"Do you really think I walked out without anyone noticing?" Consu said, rolling her eyes. "I had to get out before they drove me mad; besides the physical stuff, they also spend an agonizing amount of time shoving their moral code down your throat. It all comes down to a good little Jedi obeys their masters and the council, always acts proper, does the right thing, and suppresses their own feelings. No passion, no emotion, no fun."

"That sounds like our own little Jedi princess alright," Carth muttered.

"Yeah, so I demanded a couple of days off, free from all that preaching," Consu said, and then looked thoughtful. "When I think about it, I suppose this is all some sort of test. They made a big deal out of it being my choice to take off for a couple of days, but also made it clear that the masters thought I should stay and continue my training. I think I was supposed to agree they knew best, and pass up the offer of two days leave."

Consu sat back and observed her companions, only Mission seemed concerned that she might be upsetting the Jedi, the others were more interested in hearing how Consu wanted to spend her time off.

"You're kidding, right?" Mission exclaimed after Consu told them her plans, and looked aghast when Consu shook her head no. "I mean, you're stuck in the Academy for weeks, and instead of going partying like any normal sentient when you get the chance, want to go walk through some dirty woods for no reason at all."

"It's a natural park," Consu explained to the urbanite. "The only mountainous region on this planet, and a popular spot for tourists. It's pretty big, and I should be able to find some time alone to just reflect on things."

"I won't be leaving until mid-day, so we'll have time to talk to a bit," Consu said, leaning back and propping her feet up on the chair beside her. "Alright, spill it; tell me what mischief you all have been getting into."
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The next morning found Consu happy, but a bit stiff after sleeping on the ground. After turning down a pouting Mission's offer to tour 'the most decadent cantina/brothel on Dantooine', Consu had taken an enclave shuttle to the Vaklin park and spent an enjoyable half-day hiking through the foothills of the mountains.

She was at first relieved not to meet any other hikers, relishing the solitude, but soon became annoyed when she realized why the park seemed empty after her nascent force connection alerted her to the presence of other force users. The Jedi don't trust me around civilians, she mused. I should have taken Mission's suggestion and headed for that cantina; then those Jedi would have had a hard time explaining why all the staff and customers were force users. Ah, well, too late now, and I really did need the time alone.

By mid-morning the temperature had risen to the point of being slightly uncomfortable, and Consu decided to begin the trek home, allowing herself time to linger in the shadiest parts of the path. She had not walked far on the backtrail when a shadow flitted off to her side, an animal, was her first thought, but she caught another glimpse of the figure, and recognized it as humanoid.

Leaving the path, Consu warily approached the stranger. Her hand hovered over her blaster, and then relaxed when the grey-haired man stepped out 50 paces in front of her with his arms spread, and hands empty of weapons. She crossed her arms, and waited for him to speak first.

"Took you long enough to notice me," he grunted. "I've been trailing you all morning. I could have taken you out plenty of times with one well-placed shot."

"Careless of me, perhaps. Why didn't you teach me a lesson, grandpa?"

"No challenge. You know you're being watched?"

"Yes, by you, and those three Jedi watchdogs. Two of them are on the ridge to the north, and the third is scouting ahead to the west."

"Will they interfere when I ... teach you a lesson?"

Consu shook her head. "No, I'm sure they're delighted to have another chance to observe my actions. Those pompous buggers are really fond of practical tests."

"Good. I propose a duel."

"Terms?"

"No weapons of any sort. All else is allowed."

"Hand-to-hand then. Alright, and I suggest you wear your armour."

"I don't need it to best you, woman. You're outmatched, but I want you to have some chance, however slight, to win. Do feel free to use whatever Jedi tricks you've managed to learn."

"I don't need Jedi tricks to beat you, old man."

"Right," he said, and waved his hand in an expansive gesture. "I shall grant the first move to you."

Consu sized her opponent up; he was half again her weight and stood watching her with a look of complete confidence on his face. Anything is allowed? Well, I'm not fighting him in a straight battle; I'll lose in a minute. Hit and run it is. She rushed towards him as though to attack, but threw herself to the side at the last moment and ran into the trees. After ten minutes of running through the dense forest she paused, and listened for signs of pursuit. I've lost him, but he'll be sure to track me. I'll have to try to sneak up on him first.

Circling back, Consu soon found her opponent studying her trail. Walking as quietly as she could, hardly daring to breathe, she moved ahead of him, and crouched behind an upturned tree. One chance, she thought, excitement coursing through her body, bring him down hard, and keep him down. She tensed when his footsteps approached her hiding place. As soon as he passed her, Consu leaped to tackle him.

"Pathetic," he sneered as he stepped to the side, and Consu hurtled past him. "I heard you breathing twenty paces ago."

Consu snarled and ducked as he swung at her; moving quickly, she grabbed his arm and sent him flying into a tree. He shook his head, and then groaned when Consu twisted his arm back in a painful hold. Consu smiled slightly, before he did something she could not quite see, and got out of the hold. Oh shit, she thought just before she landed flat on her back, with his arm pressing against her throat.

Distantly, Consu heard a voice asking if she was ready to yield, but ignored it as she concentrated on her tenuous connection to the force. There was not much she could make it do for her, but small movements, light touches with her mind, were within her capabilities. There, that's the spot, now if I can just make the touch delicate enough ...

The warrior above her twitched slightly as Consu manipulated the force. His face contorted, and his arm shook as he tried, and failed, to ignore the sensation she was inducing in his body. Seizing the chance, Consu flipped him over, and was soon the one asking him to yield.

"You fight dirty, woman," he muttered.

"Is it my fault you're ticklish? Besides, you said anything goes."

"What happened to not needing Jedi tricks to best me?"

"I lied, and it's lucky for me that I do know a few tricks," she said, putting her arms on his chest and grinning down at him. "I'm glad it's over, though, it's really too hot for those kind of games. You're all sweaty, Canderous."

"So are you."

"Don't be silly, noble, pristine Jedi don't sweat; we glow."

"You're glow is dripping all over my face."

"Poor baby," she said, leaning down to kiss a droplet as it quivered on his chin, before finding more interesting places to put her lips.

"Are'nt you worried about corrupting your Jedi watchers," he said some time later.

"Well, someone has to corrupt them. New little Jedi have to come from somewhere." I wonder what those guards of mine will put in their reports. 'Subject is not good Jedi material', I hope.

#2 Guest_Wyvern_*

Posted 02 March 2006 - 05:04 AM

With apologies to the late Edwin Starr

The Ebon Hawk's Aborted Songfest


Karrel had gathered the crew of the Ebon Hawk, except Kreia who never socialized, for one last briefing before they reached Dantooine. "So," he said. "Has everyone got that?"

"The last of the Jedi Council are on Dantooine, and you're going back to them like a good little Jedi," Atton said. "How much do you want to bet they'll send us all on some suicide mission?"

"Sucker bet," Mira muttered.

"We will do what we must," Karrel said sternly. "Can't say I trust the Council myself. We'd best be prepared for anything."

"More training?" Mira pouted. "I'm sick of dueling and tactics. I think we're all damned good at what we do. What we need is a night of relaxation."

"Fine with me," Karrel said in a more amiable tone. He sat down, leaned back, and put his feet up on the table. "I could use a break."

"Who's up for pazaak?" Atton asked, and the assemblage groaned.

"How about some music?" Mira asked.

"Sure!" Atton said brightly. "I know some good ones:"

There was once a Bith from Pal'rute
Who found a new use for her flute ...


"Not you," Mira said, slapping the back of his head. "I've never heard any Echani songs. Maybe the Handmaiden could share one with us?"

Karrel looked up from the chair where he had been half asleep. "That's not a good idea. I've heard Echani poetry."

"Again you mock me," Handmaiden hissed.

"No, no," Karrel said, standing up as though to approach Handmaiden, and then sitting down again when she glared at him. "It's just that Mira wants something to take her mind off the coming battles, and, well, Echani culture is rooted in warfare and combat."

"I never thought of that," Mira said, scrunching her nose as she studied the stone-faced Echani woman. "Echani songs are probably horribly militant. Just as bad as the Mandalorian stuff, I bet."

"Have you ever heard our music?" Mandalore asked, scowling across the room at Mira.

"Like we have to," Atton drawled. "I can guess how the standard Mandalorian song would go:"

War, war, war, war.
War, war, war, war.
War, war, war, war.
Oh yeah!


"That sounds about right," Mira agreed, laughing. "Or, maybe something like:"

War - Huh - Yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely everything!


"Uh-huh," Atton added, before breaking up with laughter, ignoring the looks of disgust sent his way by both Mandalore and Handmaiden.

"Dweet, beep, beep, doo-whit!" T3 chittered excitedly.

"You're kidding," Karrel said, dropping his feet from the table, and looking at the little droid with disbelief.

"What'd he say?" Mara said, poking Bao-Dur in the ribs.

"He said he's got a holo of Mandalore serenading General Revan back when they were crewing this ship," he answered.

"That droid's delusional," Mandalore rasped when all eyes turned towards him.

"Something about a celebration on Kashyyyk, potent native narcotics, and Wookie style clothing," Bao-Dur translated after listening to T3 for a minute.

"But," Mira interrupted. "Wookie's don't wear ... eww."

"Right," Mandalore said, scowling menacingly at the little droid. "His memory programs are obviously malfunctioning."

"Beep, dwooo?" T3 chirped, rolling backwards until it hit the wall farthest from Mandalore.

"Yeah," Mandalore continued. "Be a shame if the problem got worse, and we had to scrap the rustbucket."

Even though no one was armed, the sound of a rifle being cocked seemed to fill the room as Mandalore stood up with a dangerous glint in his eye. "I'll leave you children to your little diversions," he said as he stalked down the corridor.

Once Mandalore was out of range of hearing, Mira turned towards T3 with a hopeful look. "Now, about that holo ..."

"Dwoooooo," T3 piped, dying off at the end.

"What holo?" Bao-Dur translated.



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For the curious, I present in full:

Atton's Limerick

There was once a Bith from Pal'rute,
Who found a new use for her flute.
With uncanny skill,
And malicious will,
Through it's length deadly spitballs she'd shoot.


#3 Guest_Wyvern_*

Posted 02 March 2006 - 05:07 AM

The New Sith Student


"Don't dawdle, student," Bandon barked as he approached the doors of the Korriban Sith Academy. "If you do anything to embarrass me I will see you tortured and, if you're lucky, killed."

"I will not let you down, master," the blond-haired man answered in a tone of respect with just a hint of arrogance.

"Guard!" Bandon bellowed. "Open the door."

"Yes, sir," the soldier replied, saluted smartly, and turned to key in the code that unlocked the doors.

The door swung open, and the guard stepped aside to allow the visitors to pass by him. Bandon gestured in his direction, and a shimmering field surrounded the soldier as he froze in mid-step.

"Kill him," Bandon ordered.

"Master?" he whispered.

"Now!"

The man hesitated. He had been a soldier all his life, but killing an enemy in battle was not the same as striking a defenceless man, an ally, down in cold-blood. Bandon was asking him to commit murder. He lifted his lightsaber, and eyed the unmoving sith soldier. Sunlight glinted off the white metal of his shoulder plates, a sight the student suddenly found fascinating, and strangely beautiful. He stepped forwards, and heard his master grunt in satisfaction.

Mercy is for the weak, the student thought and slashed down, cleaving the helpless soldier in two. "I do not see the point of his death. We have lost a fighter needlessly," he said as the charred remains of the dead man lay before him.

"There are always others to take his place," Bandon said. "Those who cannot feel the force live, or die, at our whim. Those who can feel the force live, or die, at the whim of those who are stronger in the force."

"Yes, master," the student replied, watching Bandon with veiled eyes. Someday, I will be the stronger.

"Apprentice kills master, master kills apprentice, that is the way of the Sith," Bandon said, smiling without humour when his student flinched. "Come, I will introduce you to the master of the Academy."

Bandon strode through the stone corridors of the Academy at a brisk pace. Soldiers and students scrambled out of his way when they saw him coming, but Bandon ignored them all. Eyes darting from side to side, his student hurried after. Soon the very air seemed to whisper of power, anger and revenge as they approached a high-ceilinged chamber. Kneeling in the center of the stone floor was a tattooed man, who seemed to be breathing in the dark energies that lay all around him.

"I have brought you a new student," Bandon said.

"Have you?" Uthar, the master of the Academy, replied, looking over at the student. "He has the look of a soldier, and the stench of the Republic still hangs over him."

"I found him on the Endar Spire while hunting Bastila," Bandon smirked. "Would have killed him, but, as you can see, the force is strong in this one."

"Indeed," Uthar said in a voice filled with contempt. "I don't see the point of training an old republic soldier. It would be more useful to let the younger students practice fighting against him. What say you, Republican?"

"I will kill as many students as you can spare to fight me," he said fiercely.

Uthar laughed. "You are a proud one. Well, as a favour to Bandon, we will allow you to train with us. Unless I change my mind, and then we will simply give you to our apprentice torturers."

The man snarled in response, and Uthar smiled. "We will have to teach you manners. What was your name, student?"

"Ulgo, Trask Ulgo," he answered.




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