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|The Gul'dan Chronicles (standard:Fan Fiction, 5214 words) [1/2] show all parts|
|Author: C Basha||Updated: Mar 06 2004||Views/Reads: 3258/2165||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Based in the Star Wars Universe, but dealing with new characters, not the traditional heroes. A young padawan who can only see using the Force has his first mission on Coruscant.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story That was a switch. Trevor thought back over all the missions that he was on, and he'd never been on a mission within the planetary borders of Coruscant. He'd been around the Temple since he was barely a standard year old, and he'd investigated around the Temple, the Senate Chambers, and even the Chancellor's office. He got out of the Temple and traveled amongst the population, but never as a Jedi. "Master, I only need a few things. I'll be back directly." "No rush, Trevor. We don't need to leave for another hour. I will return in that time." Trevor and Shudo bowed to each other in acknoledgement. Trevor retreated into his room, and immediately packed a few belongings that he thought he'd need. His utility belt, his Padawan lightsaber, and a few other odds and ends. He looked over his inventory and decided to bring along a quarterstaff-sized walking stick that he made when he was blinded on Myrkr. It was a bit of a crutch, he knew, but it gave him some strength of will during the dark time, he jokingly called it. He added some food pellets into this belt, and attached a grappling hook and liquid cable dispenser to his belt. One never knew what he needed. He placed his equipment on his belt, attached everything and checked it twice. When he was done, Trevor took the next forty-five minutes to meditate. It was the most refreshing meditation that he had done in a long time. 'I must be ready,' thought Trevor, adjusting his belt and pressing the door mechanism for the second time that hour. Trevor opened the door to his room at the same time Shudo opened his doors. The 3.35-meter Anx lumbered down the hall with the stately grace of a man in thought. Shudo and Trevor walked down the hall towards the mid-level of the Temple. On the way, Shudo explained that they were going to escort Oron Essada, a new senator from Umgul. Umgul was experiencing some internal conflicts and the new senator was concerned that there was going to be an attack on his life. The arrangements were still being made for a permanent bodyguard and the Jedi Council agreed to a short-term assignment. "I also thought that it would be a good mission for you to get your confidence back again. I have noticed that you have been tentative recently in your studies and during training time. I normally have to slow you down," Master Shudo joked. Trevor said nothing. Repeating the Jedi Code in his mind calmed him. The code was so difficult to live up to, but Trevor knew that even without the code, his life would have been difficult. The Code was something to live up to, Master Shudo had told him. ======================================== The walk to the docking bay was uneventful. Shudo and Trevor talked about mundane things for a few minutes until they received word that the Umgul shuttle was on its final approach. The bulky blue gray shuttle touched down a little hard, sending a shutter through the platform. As the ramp extended, Shudo walked forwards towards the entrance. Trevor walked behind Shudo, his walking staff extended. Trevor could see the humor in Shudo's walk, but only one who was extremely close to him could sense it. Trevor turned his face towards the shuttle, and up, but concentrated on keeping his sight on the loading ramp. The timed clanking of metal on metal met their ears, and Master Shudo's back straightened. Coming down the ramp were eight battle droids, all with Umgul delegation markings emblazoned on the front. In the center was a man in his mid-thirties and looking rather confident walking in the middle of the column of droids. The group walked directly towards the Jedi, and parted about fifteen feet away, allowing the senator to walk up to them. "Good afternoon, Master Jedi," the senator greeted. "Greeting, Senator Essada. I trust your trip went well?" Laan asked. "It was a good trip. I made it alive in one piece," the senator guffawed. Shudo bowed to the senator, and introduced Trevor to him. The senator extended his hand, and Trevor purposefully moved his hand away from where the senator actually was. Not much, just enough to portray that he didn't really know where the senator was. It worked perfectly; the senator shook his hand, and dismissed him before his arm even returned to his side. Shudo Laan took a moment, and Trevor noticed that Shudo was a bit perplexed about the droids. Shudo did not make an issue, but Trevor noticed that he was a bit straighter. Trevor, using his mental telepathy, asked Shudo, Trouble? Trevor did not move at all, until Shudo placed his hand on his shoulders. Shudo never responded to Trevor's mental communication, but the senator was moving towards a sky-cab that was sitting nearby. "Are we ready to go?" Shudo bowed towards the senator, and grasped his Padawan by the shoulder. The yellow tinge was back, and Trevor knew he would get some ribbing from his Master, but it was the closest emotion they could share, and it was certainly a strange pair they made. Trevor moved towards the sky-cab, one of three in this caravan. Shudo had requested more than one to throw off any attempt at an assassination. Trevor and Essada, along with the droid-guards, moved towards the first, while Shudo got into the second. The remainder of the entourage moved towards the end. After a few minutes of getting settled, the sky-cabs took off, heading directly for the offices of the Galactic Senate. ====================================== Arrival at the Galactic Senate building was something akin to controlled anarchy. Each senator had to exert some show of power, as most politicians do. Those arriving and departing shook hands and made promises that most would not keep. Almost to a being, they ignored the newest amongst their group, which suited Trevor just fine. It made things easier to pass from the loading dock to the offices of the Umgul delegation. The boxes poured from the shuttles as Trevor, Shudo and Senator Essada looked on. When most of the boxes were loaded on pallets, the three of them turned towards the nearest turbolift. They rose further and further up the building, and soon disembarked on the correct floor. The Jedi exited the chamber, and they soon noticed that the droid-guards were already ahead of them. The senator seemed to have a smug look on his face when he thought no one was looking. The living quarters were soon located and the party entered, and it was immediately evident that someone already had some pull within the machine known as the Galactic Senate. The apartment was very lush and elegant, with room even for Master Shudo to move about freely. The Jedi reviewed the security system with the building guard, and after that, Shudo left to communicate with the Council that Senator Essada had arrived safely. Trevor was left alone with Essada for a short time. Trevor continued the guise of a blind man, giving him the feeling that no one really cared what a blind man was doing in the middle of the hustle and bustle. The senator was busy with this people, and getting moving boxes organized. Trevor just happened to be out of the way the entire time. Shudo lumbered back in just as the last boxes were settled. Shudo asked for some time alone with the senator, and he acquiesced. Soon, the Jedi and the senator were seated around a small table in the anteroom to the senator's bedroom. "Senator, there are a few things to discuss," began Shudo. "To begin, I shall let my Padawan speak." Essada turned toward Trevor in expectation. It seemed that maybe he was a bit smarter than Trevor gave him credit for. "To begin, Senator, I am not blind, as I may have lead to you to believe. I am a Miraluka, and I have no eyes, as you would know it. I see through the Force just as well as you and Master Shudo. My world looks a bit different than what you see. I use this staff to portray a blind man to throw off potential enemies. I apologize for the deception and request that, when I have this staff in my hand, you treat me as if I were blind. Helps in my deception, sir." "Apologize? Why? You did what you thought you must! My goodness, what a way to go!" the senator smiled. "I love this idea, young man. Keep up appearances." Shudo turned his yellow coloring again, this time more pronounced, and directed the conversation back towards the task at hand. "Senator, what is your itinerary for the next few days." "I plan on being in my office bright and early in the morning, getting my office straightened out. I need to meet with the Trade Federation delegation, and there is a reception at an Umgul company tomorrow evening." "Who owns these droids?" Shudo asked with apprehension. The senator laughed. "I do. Bought them off the Trade Federation about six months ago at a bargain, and I placed a control module in each of them that I command. Only I have the control box, and it is safely where no one else would be able to get it." "Very well, Senator. My Padawan and I will stand guard tonight. Please get some sleep. It seems that we will need it tomorrow. ======================================== The next day brought nothing but boredom. A politician's day was basically meeting, after meeting after conference. There were at least fifteen different meetings that day, and most of them were impromptu meetings that lasted for more than a half-hour. Trevor thought to himself that it was a complete waste of time, but then remembered that politicians were part of the way of life that was Coruscant, and therefore, part of the balance in the Force. Essada moved around from early morning, until retiring in the early afternoon to prepare for the evening festivities. During the downtime, Shudo gave some lessons in political intrigue and identification. It actually became interesting after that point, because Trevor could now see both sides of each meeting over the entire day. Trevor tidied his robes as they entered a sky-shuttle to take them to the initial reception for the Umgul senator. The ride to the reception was nerve-wracking, and Trevor twitched his head a bit. Shudo regarded him with an are-you-ready look. Trevor nodded once in reply. 'Well, it's time to put Myrkr behind me,' Trevor thought. Shudo and Trevor placed their hoods over their heads to blend into the crowd better just before the doors opened, and the group disembarked. They arrived at the reception hall, and followed Senator Essada and his entourage. There were a great many stares, especially at Shudo. Who wouldn't stare at a 3.35m brown robe standing next to a new senator. But neither Shudo nor Trevor moved. 'You would stare, too, if you were to find three plus meters of brown cloth standing in a doorway' Trevor thought to himself. He nearly smiled, but after scanning the crowd, he did a quick Jedi calming technique to remain focused on the task at hand. 'This is a great place to attack the senator stealthily,' Trevor mused. Soon the sight of the large brown cloak bored the crowd. He found that Shudo had moved off to the side of the room, as he fit in better there, away from the crowd. Trevor turned his vision towards Shudo, and noticed that Shudo nodded towards the senator. Trevor finally found his feet, and moved smoothly down the stairs towards the senator. Trevor stood with his back towards the senator, and began to mentally catalogue all the faces that he saw. Trevor had an advantage because any who looked at the young Jedi thought he was looking a different way. He made good use of this during the next three hours. Senator Essada had neatly gathered a small crowd around him, and they seemed to be having a grand old time. Trevor noticed that a couple of the guard-droids were patrolling nearby more often. He also saw the face of a twi'lek waiter more often than normal. He turned his vision towards Master Shudo, his face also moving the same way. When Shudo turned his robe towards him, Trevor moved his head towards the twi'lek, communicating that Trevor was watching someone, and pointing the way. Shudo and Trevor had worked enough together that they spoke more in motions that with any real words. Shudo nodded back and immediately began to move slowly towards the side of the room with the twi'lek waiter. Suddenly, the Senator moved away from Trevor and headed towards a turbo lift. Trevor, realizing that he was going to be left behind, walked directly towards the lift and was the last one to squeeze on board. There were five humanoids, not including himself, and two of the battle droids the senator was so fond of. Trevor was introduced, and he nodded appropriately at the guests. One of the guests, a woman of middle years, checked Trevor out, thinking that he wasn't looking. Trevor half-smiled at the woman's attempt at subtlety. The lift entered one of the top floors and opened into a junction of hallways. Trevor walked out, and started investigating the floor. The rest of the group seemed to know where they were going, so Trevor followed along. The corridor opened up to a salon with a table large enough for seven. The droids marched up to either side. Trevor took in the sights and walked around for a little while. Food was already sitting there on table and Trevor relaxed a bit. Suddenly, his comlink squawked. Trevor suddenly felt his spine tingle in apprehension. "Yes?" "Trevor, where are you?" "Master, I am on an upper floor with the senator. Is everything alright?" "Stay with him, no matter what." "Certainly, Master. Is something wrong?" "No, I -- Hold on." The sound of a lightsaber activating was the last thing Trevor heard, causing his skin to go cold with fear. Trevor looked around the room again for possible enemies. Trying to remain calm, Trevor took off his cloak, palming his lightsaber at the same time. He didn't want to cause panic amongst the guests, but his mission was clear; protect the senator. Essada happened to see him take the lightsaber off his belt, and his eyes went a little wider. Trevor made a calming motion to Essada, and suddenly the face was a mask of happiness. Trevor walked over to the senator, and spoke quietly. "Prepare for a hasty exit. Master Shudo just contacted me. Nothing to worry about yet. But let me find out more." The senator placed his hand on Trevor's arm. "Do what you must, Master Jedi." Trevor nodded and moved towards a computer console to get a security status of the building. Initially, there was a bit of a problem, but Trevor keyed in another code, and suddenly, a schematic of the floor appeared. He accounted for all six humans, and the two droids. What caught his attention, however, was the turbo lift. It was moving upwards, towards their floor. It stopped, as Trevor anticipated, on their floor. Odd, thought Trevor. The console showed one, two, four, six shapes walking in formation down the corridor. Trevor walked across the floor, and the senator stopped talking, noticing that Trevor had his lightsaber out in front of him. He never noticed the two droids in the room lifting their weapons. Standing in the doorway, familar metal clanking reached his ears. He'd heard that sound just the other day: battle droids as they exited the shuttle! Activating his lightsaber, Trevor stood in the middle of the doorway as the first droids walked around the corner. The first two droids, seeing the Jedi in the doorway, turned to each other. "Uh oh," the first commented. "Our mission is clear: kill the senator," the second reminded. "Roger, roger." The front line immediately fired upon Trevor. He parried the bolts rather easily, and took a step back. One of the bolts hit the top of the door, causing the blast doors to shut automatically. He moved between the other two droids before noticing that they were not firing upon their comrades. Rather, they were aiming their weapons at the senator. Trevor turned, quickly attacked the nearest droid, and used the Force to pull the blaster out of the second's hands. The blaster flew through the air, and once in the Jedi's hand, was fired. The blaster shot hit true, and the droid was hammered directly in the chest. Trevor then jumped at the droid, and slashed at it with his lightsaber. He cut the droid down, and turned to deal with the first. However, the rest of the group had jumped up to take the offensive. The droid was certainly not doing very well, but had managed to hit one of the other men in the face, causing blood to trickle down his cheek. "Out of the way!" Trevor shouted as he began a move to slice the droid in half. The crowd suddenly dispersed, leaving an open droid ready for a Jedi attack. Trevor thrust his saber directly into the head of the droid, and it fell over immediately. The group seemed rather intense suddenly and they all turned to see the Jedi with the blue lightsaber raised in the classic defensive posture. Trevor scanned the room quickly. "They will get through that door fairly quick. Grab that blaster and let's get out of here, NOW!" The group ran to the opposite end of the room, where a door led out into another room and a small corridor. One of the women in the group led the way, with Trevor as rear guard. They exited the room, and poured out onto a corridor with three choices, Trevor saw at once. He could attempt the turbo lift, there was a large dining room available, or he could take them out on to a landing platform / patio. It certainly made sense to try the turbo lift, but Trevor immediately foresaw danger that way. "Out onto the platform, now!" The group moved with alacrity, and Trevor stood there in the doorway, trying to catch his breath, and calming himself. What was the mission, Trevor thought. The words of Shudo Laan came to him, and he dialed an emergency code into his comlink. "This is Trevor Gul'dan, padawan to Jedi Master Shudo Laan. I am at the Senatorial Reception Center, floor 394. Senator Essada is under attack. Requesting immediate transport and support." He clicked off the comlink, and heard the stomping of feet. Trevor took a deep breath, and waited for the end to come. 'I shall not let them take the senator while I have breath left,' thought Trevor. One of the women gasped as she saw Trevor take a step closer into the hallway. Just at that moment, a reply was heard on the comlink. "Jedi Gul'dan, transport is thirty seconds away. Hold the fort." =========================================== The droids were completely surprised by the sudden closing of the doors. "So, what are we supposed to do now?" "Follow orders. Go to backup plan Bravo." "Roger, roger." The droids moved out and headed down a small corridor. Their intelligence told them that there were only two additional ways out, and the backup plan would work perfectly. ====================================== The droids rounded the corner to find themselves faced with a Jedi guarding a doorway ten feet long and fifteen feet high. "Uh-oh," one was heard to say. "Open fire," ordered the commander. Trevor heard the command, and immediately went into full defensive mode. It was really the only way to ensure that he would be able to keep the droids at bay until reinforcements arrived. The first rain of laser fire bounced off his blade, and Trevor's movements were a blur to the folks watching him. Trevor saw them, and noticed that one still had the blaster. "Know how to use that thing?" Trevor asked calmly as he started to redirect the bolts back at the droids. "I can try," he croaked out. "Take your time. I've got them a little busy right now. Fire when you are ready." The older man, though scared, nodded, and placed the blaster around the corner. He closed his eyes, and started firing down the hallway. His first shot went wide, but the second shot was true. One of the droids went down in a heap, and Trevor knocked out a second shortly thereafter. The droids kept firing down the hall, but none could get by Trevor's whirling defense. Trevor's lightsaber training had dealt with defense foremost and it was truly amazing to see a man with no eyes take on six battle-droids. The older man fired again, knocking down a third. By this time, there were only three left, and Trevor advanced towards the final three. The droids moved forwards a meter or so, and continued to fire. Trevor sent their fire back to them, knocking another off its feet. At that point, Trevor jumped down the hall and proceeded to cut them to pieces. The crackling of burnt metal and charred wall plaster assailed Trevor's smell. He disengaged his blade, and walked down the corridor to find an open cockpit transport already pulling up to the platform. "Get onboard, Senator. Move!" Trevor shouted. It did not take the group long to enter the shuttle. Trevor's comlink twittered again, and he immediately answered, "Master?" "Trevor, are you alright?" "Yes, Master. Fine." "Did you happen to see six droids come your way?" "Yes, as a matt--" "Get out of there! You only have a few seconds!" The voice on the other end sounded frightened. Trevor turned to the shuttle and shouted for them to get out. "TAKE OFF! MOVE!" The driver, upon hearing the shouts, gunned the engines right away. Trevor ran for the shuttle at the same time, and at the end of the platform, Force-pushed himself off the platform, towards the shuttle-car. However, his exhaustion of the battle caused him to lose concentration. Trevor realized almost immediately that he was not going to make it using a Force-jump. Instead he reached back, and fired his grappling launcher towards the shuttle. As Trevor was falling past the shuttle, and on towards the depths of Coruscant, the hook sunk directly into the right wing of the shuttle car, and Trevor was bounced upwards a bit, relatively safe on the end of the ascension cable. The ride would have been exhilarating, Trevor assumed provided he opened his Force-sight to see what was going on. He turned back towards the platform, and a series of explosions ripped out the entire floor. Five different explosion blew out the windows on the floor, and Trevor could feel the heat even as the shuttle continued to pull away to the safety of the traffic lanes. =========================================== Moments later, across the main traffic line, the shuttle car came towards a landing platform, dropping off Trevor first, and then moving off to unload its passengers. Master Shudo Laan walked up, sensing that his Padawan was nearby. Master and student looked at one another, and bowed respectfully towards each other. "Had a busy day, my young Padawan?" the aged teacher asked. "A little, Master. Could have been worse, couldn't it?" the young student said. "True, very true, Trevor," as they both turned to watch Senator Essada and company corralled to a diplomatic shuttle. The old man who assisted him walked over, and handed Trevor his robes. "I thought you might be needing this, so I grabbed it as we ran out." Trevor bowed towards the man, "Thank you, sir. I am in your debt." "No," the man said, "we are in yours," and with that walked towards the shuttle. "You were able to defeat all the droids, Padawan?" Shudo Laan asked in a peculiar way. "No, Master. I had help from them. I didn't notice something that I should have. This was a very valuable lesson, Master." "It was not my intention to place you in danger, Trevor. But your experiences have given you a reserve of confidence that didn't exist before, I think. Come, we have an appointment to keep." "Master, what about the senator?" "Not to worry, his bodyguard contingent has just arrived. We have been relieved. Come, now, my young apprentice." ============================================ Early morning had come to the Jedi Council chambers. Shudo Laan had been speaking for a few minutes to Masters Yoda, Plo Koon, Depa Bilaba, Adi Gallia, and Ki-Adi-Mundi. The chambers were very empty at this time, but Trevor always felt a warmth in his heart in this room. So many memories to draw on, so many experiences yet to be had. "It would seem that my young Padawan, Master, dispatched eight droids on his own. I had some issues with the controller of the droids, but he was able to disable them while keeping the senator completely protected." Master Yoda turned to Trevor, and spoke. "Well you did, young padawan. Ready you might be for tougher tests, yes? Keep an eye on you, we will. More Jedi work I see in the near future for you, Trevor Gul'dan. Be mindful of the lessons learned today. Helpful they are to the ways of the Force." Trevor rarely spoke to the Council in their chambers. He'd had Master Yoda years before Shuda Laan, and his respect of Yoda was exponetial to the size difference between his Master and Yoda. Trevor could not help but smirk at Master Yoda. "Thank you, Master Yoda. It would seem that the knowledge passed from you to Master Shudo has finally found it's way into my stubborn head." Trevor broke out in wide grin, and even Yoda couldn't help smiling a little at Trevor. "Proved to yourself have you in the training you have received. Glad I am that you have come full circle," Yoda responded. Yoda got up from his chair and walked towards Trevor. Trevor immediately crouched on one knee to be face to face with the powerful Jedi. "More tasks there will be, young Padawan. Remember the Code, and it will serve you well." Yoda patted Trevor's arm, causing a glowing warmth to flowed around Trevor. A single tear reached Trevor's eye, and Yoda immediately winked at the young Padawan. "More we will hear from this one, will we not, Master Shudo?" "It is possible, Master, provided he can continue to keep his wits about him," responded the tall Jedi, turning a few shades of yellow. Trevor and Shudo bowed deeply to Master Yoda and the Council. With that, Shudo Laan escorted Trevor out of the chambers. ====================================== Back at the door to his room, Trevor felt a slight flutter with the Force. He turned to his mentor and teacher, and noticed him staring at him. Yellow was all over his skin, and Trevor blushed, and for the first time in many weeks, felt ready to attempt to get ahead of his current learning curve. 'I will start working on my lightsaber as soon as I have some extra time,' he thought. Tweet
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