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I looked around the room at the convention center and hiked up my heavy belt, on one either side of my belt was a holstered replica of a Star Wars heavy blaster pistol from the time period roughly forty years after the Battle of Yavin. On the opposite side of my belt I wore a pair of silver hilted lightsabers, normally this wouldn’t look that unusual, but the fact that I was wearing what appeared to be black and red mandalorian armour and a black cloak did make it unusual. The reason for my unusual dress was because I had created my own character in the Star Wars universe. He was a young Jedi Knight from the approximate time of the Legacy of the Force series. My character's grandfather had been a clone from the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars, and his grandmother had been a Jedi Knight from the same time period. During the reign of the Empire his family had kept a low profile on Concord Dawn because the Empire would definitely want to get their hands on any force sensitive person and twist them to their ideals. Once my character was born though he manifested some very obvious signs that he was much more powerful then either his mother or his father when it came to his abilities to sense the force. Hence when he turned ten he was sent to Corascant for training at the Jedi Temple. Twelve years later he came home to his home system, a full Jedi Knight, and donned the armour that was his by right. He was something unique in the history of his people, a Mandalorian Jedi. I was standing in the middle of a large courtyard in the middle of the large convention center looking at something that some nut-job had brought to the convention, it was a pair of full sized replica starfighters. One was a Eta-2 Interceptor painted in the same colours that Anakin Skywaker had used in Episode III The Revenge of the Sith in the opening scene. The second fighter was more my style, it was a T-65 X-wing painted in the same manner as Luke Skywaker’s X-wing in Episode IV A New Hope at the end of the movie when he blew of the Death Star. I had just closed my eyes inside my helmet and thought about what I would have this fighter look like for my character when the world changed. | I looked around the room at the convention center and hiked up my heavy belt, on one either side of my belt was a holstered replica of a Star Wars heavy blaster pistol from the time period roughly forty years after the Battle of Yavin. On the opposite side of my belt I wore a pair of silver hilted lightsabers, normally this wouldn’t look that unusual, but the fact that I was wearing what appeared to be black and red mandalorian armour and a black cloak did make it unusual. The reason for my unusual dress was because I had created my own character in the Star Wars universe. He was a young Jedi Knight from the approximate time of the Legacy of the Force series. My character's grandfather had been a clone from the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars, and his grandmother had been a Jedi Knight from the same time period. During the reign of the Empire his family had kept a low profile on Concord Dawn because the Empire would definitely want to get their hands on any force sensitive person and twist them to their ideals. Once my character was born though he manifested some very obvious signs that he was much more powerful then either his mother or his father when it came to his abilities to sense the force. Hence when he turned ten he was sent to Corascant for training at the Jedi Temple. Twelve years later he came home to his home system, a full Jedi Knight, and donned the armour that was his by right. He was something unique in the history of his people, a Mandalorian Jedi. I was standing in the middle of a large courtyard in the middle of the large convention center looking at something that some nut-job had brought to the convention, it was a pair of full sized replica starfighters. One was a Eta-2 Interceptor painted in the same colours that Anakin Skywaker had used in Episode III The Revenge of the Sith in the opening scene. The second fighter was more my style, it was a T-65 X-wing painted in the same manner as Luke Skywaker’s X-wing in Episode IV A New Hope at the end of the movie when he blew of the Death Star. I had just closed my eyes inside my helmet and thought about what I would have this fighter look like for my character when the world changed. | ||
− | I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I stood up and leaned against the port s-foil of the X-wing beside me, it was painted red and black with three different insignia on the s-foils and fuselage. The first two belonged to the Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, while the third was from my own culture. It was the symbol of the Mandalorians. | + | I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I stood up and leaned against the port s-foil of the X-wing beside me, it was painted red and black with three different insignia on the s-foils and fuselage. The first two belonged to the Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, while the third was from my own culture. It was the symbol of the Mandalorians, namely a stylized stencil of a mythosaur skull. |
“Osik!” I swore in mando’a as I stood up, the thoughts and feelings of all of those around me came into my head through the Force. I breathed in and calmed my mind like Master Skywalker had always told me to at the main Jedi Temple on Coruscant.Now that I was calmed down I looked around and found someone else was standing beside the now jet black Eta-2 Interceptor. He looked at me and said | “Osik!” I swore in mando’a as I stood up, the thoughts and feelings of all of those around me came into my head through the Force. I breathed in and calmed my mind like Master Skywalker had always told me to at the main Jedi Temple on Coruscant.Now that I was calmed down I looked around and found someone else was standing beside the now jet black Eta-2 Interceptor. He looked at me and said | ||
− | “What are you looking at Mandalorian?” I looked at him and noted that his eyes were glowing yellow red, a clear sign that the person was a Sith, and hence a threat to me since I was a Jedi. I shook my head and turned around to complete the pre-flight checks on my X-wing. I wanted nothing to do with this Sith Lord, I would leave that to Jedi Masters like Luke Skywalker and Corran Horn. When I finished my pre-flight checks I checked my own armour and told R9-Q7 to keep the converters warm in case we needed to get out of here in a hurry. I grabbed my Proton Carbine out of the storage compartment under the cockpit and headed off into the hall with my force senses keyed to their maximum sensitivity. The hallways inside were a scene of chaos. In one part of hallway a tight cluster of soldiers in archaic Clone Trooper Phase I Armour were milling around pointing their DC-15s at just about anything that moved. One of the clones looked down at my belt and noticed my two lightsabers before he snapped to attention | + | “What are you looking at Mandalorian?” I looked at him and noted that his eyes were glowing yellow red, a clear sign that the person was a Sith, and hence a threat to me since I was a Jedi. I shook my head and turned around to complete the pre-flight checks on my X-wing. I wanted nothing to do with this Sith Lord, I would leave that to Jedi Masters like Luke Skywalker, Kyle Katarn, and Corran Horn. When I finished my pre-flight checks I checked my own armour and told R9-Q7 to keep the converters warm in case we needed to get out of here in a hurry. I grabbed my Proton Carbine out of the storage compartment under the cockpit and headed off into the hall with my force senses keyed to their maximum sensitivity. The hallways inside were a scene of chaos. In one part of hallway a tight cluster of soldiers in archaic Clone Trooper Phase I Armour were milling around pointing their DC-15s at just about anything that moved. One of the clones looked down at my belt and noticed my two lightsabers before he snapped to attention |
"General can you tell us what is going on?" In my mind I didn't know what was going but I knew from my history that it wasn't a good thing to tell the clones that sort of thing. | "General can you tell us what is going on?" In my mind I didn't know what was going but I knew from my history that it wasn't a good thing to tell the clones that sort of thing. | ||
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“Easily because I’m at our private strip just outside of town, and please don’t ask me how I got here so fast. I’ll explain everything to you when I get home.” | “Easily because I’m at our private strip just outside of town, and please don’t ask me how I got here so fast. I’ll explain everything to you when I get home.” | ||
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+ | “All right but for some reason you sound different.” | ||
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+ | “As I said I will explain everything when I get home.” With that said I snapped the phone closed and then turned to the young Anakin Skywalker and said. | ||
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+ | “Now we have to get a ride.” | ||
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+ | “I should certainly hope that won’t be a problem.” | ||
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+ | “It won’t, since my father always has a car onsite in case he has to come home from business on one of his private jets.” | ||
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+ | “What does your family do for a living to be this rich?” | ||
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+ | “Oh we own a number of oil fields, diamond mines, gold mines and my father is a professional stock broker with one of the largest firms in Canada. I have followed in his footsteps, though my expertise is in high tech armaments.” | ||
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+ | “So this weird event will benefit your company.” | ||
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+ | “That is if I can figure out how my weapons work, and how to duplicate those mechanisms.” Before I went anywhere I collected my things from the storage compartment in my X-wing. I had just turned around when a voice asked me | ||
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+ | “You really think that you’re going to leave us here?” I turned around to find both R2-D2 and Gett’ad standing on the hardstand facing both me and Skywalker. | ||
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+ | “Might as well let them come, otherwise we’ll never hear the end of this.” |
Revision as of 12:23, 15 October 2007
Author: OberonCopyediting is welcome |
This story is a work in progress. |
[[:Category:Xanadu|Xanadu]] story universe |
[[Setting::Xanadu| ]]
This story uses "Commonwealth" spelling, so extra "u's" may show up in some words and not be an error |
I looked around the room at the convention center and hiked up my heavy belt, on one either side of my belt was a holstered replica of a Star Wars heavy blaster pistol from the time period roughly forty years after the Battle of Yavin. On the opposite side of my belt I wore a pair of silver hilted lightsabers, normally this wouldn’t look that unusual, but the fact that I was wearing what appeared to be black and red mandalorian armour and a black cloak did make it unusual. The reason for my unusual dress was because I had created my own character in the Star Wars universe. He was a young Jedi Knight from the approximate time of the Legacy of the Force series. My character's grandfather had been a clone from the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars, and his grandmother had been a Jedi Knight from the same time period. During the reign of the Empire his family had kept a low profile on Concord Dawn because the Empire would definitely want to get their hands on any force sensitive person and twist them to their ideals. Once my character was born though he manifested some very obvious signs that he was much more powerful then either his mother or his father when it came to his abilities to sense the force. Hence when he turned ten he was sent to Corascant for training at the Jedi Temple. Twelve years later he came home to his home system, a full Jedi Knight, and donned the armour that was his by right. He was something unique in the history of his people, a Mandalorian Jedi. I was standing in the middle of a large courtyard in the middle of the large convention center looking at something that some nut-job had brought to the convention, it was a pair of full sized replica starfighters. One was a Eta-2 Interceptor painted in the same colours that Anakin Skywaker had used in Episode III The Revenge of the Sith in the opening scene. The second fighter was more my style, it was a T-65 X-wing painted in the same manner as Luke Skywaker’s X-wing in Episode IV A New Hope at the end of the movie when he blew of the Death Star. I had just closed my eyes inside my helmet and thought about what I would have this fighter look like for my character when the world changed.
I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I stood up and leaned against the port s-foil of the X-wing beside me, it was painted red and black with three different insignia on the s-foils and fuselage. The first two belonged to the Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, while the third was from my own culture. It was the symbol of the Mandalorians, namely a stylized stencil of a mythosaur skull.
“Osik!” I swore in mando’a as I stood up, the thoughts and feelings of all of those around me came into my head through the Force. I breathed in and calmed my mind like Master Skywalker had always told me to at the main Jedi Temple on Coruscant.Now that I was calmed down I looked around and found someone else was standing beside the now jet black Eta-2 Interceptor. He looked at me and said
“What are you looking at Mandalorian?” I looked at him and noted that his eyes were glowing yellow red, a clear sign that the person was a Sith, and hence a threat to me since I was a Jedi. I shook my head and turned around to complete the pre-flight checks on my X-wing. I wanted nothing to do with this Sith Lord, I would leave that to Jedi Masters like Luke Skywalker, Kyle Katarn, and Corran Horn. When I finished my pre-flight checks I checked my own armour and told R9-Q7 to keep the converters warm in case we needed to get out of here in a hurry. I grabbed my Proton Carbine out of the storage compartment under the cockpit and headed off into the hall with my force senses keyed to their maximum sensitivity. The hallways inside were a scene of chaos. In one part of hallway a tight cluster of soldiers in archaic Clone Trooper Phase I Armour were milling around pointing their DC-15s at just about anything that moved. One of the clones looked down at my belt and noticed my two lightsabers before he snapped to attention
"General can you tell us what is going on?" In my mind I didn't know what was going but I knew from my history that it wasn't a good thing to tell the clones that sort of thing.
"Sergeant hold position here and try and keep things here under control. Under no circumstances do I want you to slot any of them. Is that clear?"
"Yes General, no slotting of the civilians."
"Ori'jate" I replied in Mando'a to tell the troopers that I was no Aruetiise but a Mando'ad. The reason for my using Mando'a was because most of these troopers at least understood a few words of Mando'a. They had gotten it from the ARCs and the Republic Commandos. I then continued on my way down the hall until I met a strange civilian in a black suit with a mirrored ocular enhancing device on his face. He looked up at me and then pulled some weird device out of his pocket and caused it to flash with a bright strobe of light that momentarily overcame the optic filters on my helmet's visor. When the glare faded I looked the man in the face and said
"What in the hell was that for?"
"It was to help you remember who you really are." I looked at the man and said
"I know exactly who I am, I am Pietor Skirata Jedi Knight and Mando'ad."
"That's the problem before you came here you were just one of the countless hundreds that came to this event to enjoy the festivities and now you are someone else entirely."
"I don't care what you think you or'dinii mir'osik. I am who I am and no little flashy device of yours is going to change it." The civilian shook his head and then I felt a shift in the Force from behind me. I reached out and grabbed the hands of the second black clad civilian before I said “Trying to sneak up on Jedi isn’t something that many attempt and very, very few succeed at.” The second civilian shook his head and said
“I tried Kay but he was too quick for me.” I laughed at the two of them before I said
“You really thing that there is more to me than a simple Mando’ad Jedi Knight. Can you prove it?”
“We can prove it – if you will let us.” The first man, who the second had identified as Kay said.
“What do I need to do? And if you intend deceit I will be able tell if there is deception in you by the currents in the Force.”
“We’re here to straighten out this mess.”
“You mean this mess where there are Clones, Stormtroopers, and ka’ra knows what else.”
“Not just the troopers. Look around, you’ll see all sorts of strange creatures and monsters.”
“In a way you’re right, the only thing that I haven’t seen is a strill.”
“Don’t you think it’s strange that all these creatures are in this odd hall? And what is a Jedi Knight like yourself doing here?”
“I was...” I didn’t know what I was doing here. The last thing that I remembered was receiving my armour from my father back on Concord Dawn. “I don’t really know why I am here, if this is an assignment from Master Skywalker why don’t I remember it?”
“Now you’re beginning to understand. With this device we can open your mind to the truth of the matter.” I stretched out with my feelings but I could sense no deception on their part so I took the device in question from them and let advanced sensor matrix in my helmet scan it before I pulled it off and looked at it with my bare eyes and my Force sense. Finally satisfied that this wasn’t a trick I handed the strange device back to Kay and he activated it while I still had my helmet under my arm. As soon as the light faded the other man and asked me who I was. I looked down at the helmet that I was holding in the crook of my arm before I replied
"My name is Jason Hamilton."
"That's better, at least now you know who you really are."
“What the hell happened here?”
“You’re asking the wrong person kid? But as far as we can tell each person here has become in essence their costume.” I replaced my buy’ce back on before looked around and then gave a little nudge to the Force, now that I was sure of who and what I was, to try and get a hint of what was going on but there was too much disturbance, fear, and puzzlement for me to make heads or tails of it. I opened my eyes before I slowly told him,
“I can’t make heads or tails of this situation but I left a detail of fifteen clones back their in the hall to keep and eye on things to make sure that they don’t let things get too out of hand. Personally I’m going up to my room to pick up a few things.” The Man in Black nodded and then let me go on my way while he and his partner headed down the hallway that I had just come down.
When I reached my room I pulled my key card out of one of my belt pouches, thank goodness it was still there, and unlocked the door. The suite that I had rented out was known as the Ambassador Suite and it was second to only the Presidential Suite in size and luxury. I grabbed a few things and put them into a carryall and went out to the balcony. I was lucky because my balcony overlooked the central courtyard. So now instead of going through the hallways to get back down to my idling fighter I simply swung myself over the railing and down to the courtyards, using both the Force and the jetpack attached to my armour to achieve a soft landing beside the X-wing. I opened the storage compartment under the cockpit and swiftly jammed the jetpack, my carryall, and my Proton Rifle into the compartment before I closed it up.
“Took you long enough.” Came the comment from the droid socket behind the cockpit.
“Oh switch off Gett’ad.” I replied in a good natured banter. When I had received my knighthood I had received Gett’ad and this X-wing as part of the arrangement for me to join the Hardpoint Squadron, the Galactic Alliance’s Jedi Fighter Squadron. However now I was one of only a handful of Jedi Knights on Earth, though my heritage was definitely different from the rest of them. When the canopy of the starfighter finished closing I powered up the repulsors and brought my X-wing to a position that allowed me to rocket into the atmosphere with the S-foils in cruising postion. The new engines of the XJ-6 allowed me to breach the atmosphere in less than ten minutes. As soon as the fighter reached orbit I shut down the drives and sat back in my ejection seat and closed my eyes in an attempt to meditate. A short time later the Eta-2 Interceptor came up beside me and opened a comm. Channel.
“What’s up?” I looked over at the fighter and then smiled
“Oh nothing really I’m just trying to get a handle on what happened down there.”
“You and me both.”
“You were playing Anakin Skywalker weren’t you?”
“Yes I was, but I managed to redeem myself, I don’t want to be a Sith Lord, they would have too much trouble in the world that we live in.”
“Oh and you don’t think that my being a Mando’ad Jedi Knight will make my life any easier?”
“Mando’ad?”
“Mandalorian.”
“Ah I see what you mean.”
“There aren’t very Jedi out there, but at least they are normal Jedi and not Mando’ad like myself.”
“You’re telling me. At least you are unique I think that there are at least five to ten versions of myself down there, not including the all of the Darth Vaders.”
“Did you see any other Mando’ad down there?”
“Oh there are a few, but they are all mainly recreations of two characters, either Jango Fett or Boba Fett.”
“So in other words both Mandalores are down there.”
“Mandalores?”
“Mandalore is sort of the Mando’ad Chief of State, and incidentally Boba Fett is my Mandalore, though any of the versions of him down there are liable to be a lot younger than the Fett that I know.”
“What do you mean?”
“My character was born in the year 19 ABY, while Boba Fett was born in the year 42 BBY and your character was born just over ten years before he was.”
“I can see what you mean. People down there are from all sorts of time periods and places. So what have you got planned now?”
“Well for one thing I’m going to the hanger that my father maintains so that I can store this thing, after all do you think that the government will allow me to keep it if they knew its capabilities?”
“I see what you mean. By the way do you think that you would mind storing this little thing? Since I don’t own any place to hide it from those same government forces.”
“Sure thing, just stay on my ten-o-clock and I’ll guide you down there.” As soon as I had finished saying that I brought up my forward deflectors to occlude the atmospheric friction of re-entry as I brought my fighter to point down and began my descent.
Twenty five minutes later I landed the fighter on the hardstand by the front doors to the hanger. Just as I did so my cell, which was in one of my belt pouches rang out its Imperial March and I pulled it out snapped it open and answered.
“Hello?”
“Jason are you alright? I heard that something weird happened at that convention that you were attending.”
“I’m ok mom, though you might have a hard time believing me right now. I’ll be home in half an hour, and I’m bringing a friend with me.”
“How are you going to manage that?”
“Easily because I’m at our private strip just outside of town, and please don’t ask me how I got here so fast. I’ll explain everything to you when I get home.”
“All right but for some reason you sound different.”
“As I said I will explain everything when I get home.” With that said I snapped the phone closed and then turned to the young Anakin Skywalker and said.
“Now we have to get a ride.”
“I should certainly hope that won’t be a problem.”
“It won’t, since my father always has a car onsite in case he has to come home from business on one of his private jets.”
“What does your family do for a living to be this rich?”
“Oh we own a number of oil fields, diamond mines, gold mines and my father is a professional stock broker with one of the largest firms in Canada. I have followed in his footsteps, though my expertise is in high tech armaments.”
“So this weird event will benefit your company.”
“That is if I can figure out how my weapons work, and how to duplicate those mechanisms.” Before I went anywhere I collected my things from the storage compartment in my X-wing. I had just turned around when a voice asked me
“You really think that you’re going to leave us here?” I turned around to find both R2-D2 and Gett’ad standing on the hardstand facing both me and Skywalker.
“Might as well let them come, otherwise we’ll never hear the end of this.”