What Dreams May Come

[SotF]

AN: The idea for this came from a SW RPG Infinities Game I'm running, this is more of the major point where things change in it. I may end up writing a continuance to this at some point with or without the players actions as part of it.

xXx

Obi-Wan Kenobi stilled his thoughts in order to do what he could. A warning for his former apprentice, his friend, one he viewed as a brother, and now that was all he could do.

Time seemed to freeze as a roar filled the volcanic valley the instant Anakin leaped.

A warning in the force shook Kenobi as he lashed out, only managing a single blow before backing up.

He had thought that his strike would finish the fight, but nothing in his being would allow him to slay the one before him as Obi-Wan retreated. Anakin lay there with his hands missing, crawling from the pit.

Kenobi knew what had happened, Sidious had arrived to early. To allow the Jedi to survive, he had to run and run now.

A brief pull on the force and the lightsaber crafted by Anakin Skywalker flew through the air and into his grip before he fled for the landing platform with the force increasing his speed.

xXx

Palpatine watched the smoldering form of his apprentice approach the lander.

He forced back a wince at the missing arms, the remains of the cybernetic limb sparking while smoke still traced from the stump of the other. It reminded him of the damage he had taken in the fight with the Jedi Masters.

Pain, anger, hatred, and fear filled the air like a symphony, as he signaled to his guards to give the boy aid and bring him to the ship.

"We have to go," Anakin stated with a desperate gasp, "Obi-Wan, he took her..."

The old man nodded slowly as understanding came, "Yes, we will give pursue."

xXx

Kenobi paused as he waited for the virus to finish its job.

Amidala had died from a mix of her injuries and the exhaustion brought on by labor, a sad loss before her children were split up with no parent he could leave them with.

Bail had already left with Leia and Yoda.

For himself, he would take Luke to Tatooine, at least the boy would be raised by family, even if he wouldn't know the truth.

But a Venator-class Star Destroyer had dropped from hyperspace above Polis Massa before he could finish the destroying the records. The force warned him that both Anakin and his new master had come.

Blaster-fire alerted him to other problems as the program finished its job.

A slight sigh of relief crossed his lips before he used his lightsaber to destroy the console before him, ensuring that there would be nothing left to find.

Even if he couldn't get Luke away from this place, Leia would be safe.

He moved down the corridor, blade dancing as it tore through the clones that stood in his way.

"You," he heard a snarl, a twisted version of a familiar voice, "You bastard..."

Obi-Wan Kenobi spun, sapphire blade catching the opposing one of ruby.

"Anakin," he asked, "Why?"

Anger and rage poured out as their blades blurred between crashes, each stroke being matched in tandem by two men who knew each other far to well.

It seemed like hours as they fought, but Obi-Wan knew better than that.

He could feel the Emperor approach more slowly than his former apprentice had come, and knew that to face both together was suicide.

Sith, if Yoda couldn't win against that stain upon the force, he didn't stand a chance.

The force warned him as he struck.

Anakin froze as the blood red blade severed the Jedi's arm between wrist and elbow.

Then the Sith Apprentice staggered back a step before glanceing down at the blue blade piercing through his chest.

Both froze, eyes meeting in shock from both.

An empty scream tried to leave the younger mans lips as Kenobi saw the other Sith approach them.

And then Anakin fell.

Chaos reigned for a hellish moment as the force itself screamed in anguish.

The chosen one had fallen, and the son of the force itself was dead.

Raw power surged outwards in visible ripples of force power that knocked the two remaining force users to the ground, and the clone troopers fell like rag dolls.

Kenobi rose as quickly as he could, pulling his lightsaber from the floor with his remaining hand as he fought to remain conscious. Something was missing, and he tried to figure out what.

The force had left him, but he remained alive as a new batch of clones charged into the tight corridors of the medical facility.

There was no possible way he could reach Luke and escape in time.

Driving the blade into the blast doors controls before diving through before they sealed.

It was the same ship he'd taken here from Mustafar, now he just had to survive his own exit from the system

xXx

Palpatine felt the shock of the force being stripped from him, every piece of his being fighting the damage caused by the wounding of the force as his apprentice died before him.

He felt old for the first time in his life as he lay there watching as Kenobi cut and ran.

It took a lot of effort and the help of his guards to reclaim his feet.

Walking slowly, stumbling twice in the process he moved through the medical center towards the room the Jedi had been heading towards.

He spotted the incubator in the center and the medical droid in attendance.

A baby lay there alone and seemingly weak, silent as the grave yet his motions full of life.

"His name?" he asked the droid while picking up the child.

"Luke," came the answer an instant later in the emotionless tone of the 2-1B series.

This had to be a sign, Sidious believed, a sign from the force itself.

With Anakin dead, and his own powers crippled, he had been given someone to train.

He remembered the legends of another Sith Lord from long before, one who had been severed from the force and had trained one in the path to follow. No knowledge of her apprentice had reached him, but he would walk the path of Treya while he hoped to reforge his own connection to the force.

"Young Skywalker," he whispered in an oddly consoling tone, "You will be great one day."

 

[SotF]

For those who play the RPG, I figured I'd link to what I'd posted elsewhere on it

Empire Ascendant

 

[SotF]

He relaxed as the ships engines thrummed around him.

The force guiding him in his actions as the Devastator pursued the rebel craft through hyperspace.

Luke Skywalker waited with an unshakable calm as the troops prepared themselves around him.

His personal retinue standing out with the kamas and pauldrons that no others wore, all in blood crimson above the pristine white armor and obsidian black bodyglove. They were the Blood Hawks, known as the best soldiers of the Empire and gathered from countless legions across the Empire, and they retained the designation of the legion his father had led before his death on Polis Massa, the 501st.

Only a few of them had accompanied him on the mission, the rest remaining behind aboard the Immortal to pursue the rebel cruiser Liberty while Luke continued his mission to hunt down the plans for the Death Star.

Dion Rell walked through the room, his black armor the weave of cortosis visible in its bodyglove took his customary postion beside the Imperial Heir.

"We're ready sire," the jedi hunter stated as he locked his helmet in position.

The man was a member of one of the many force traditions that had flocked to the Imperial banner when they condemned the Jedi and struck out at them. The armor he wore was still noticably similar to the armor worn by the Coruscant Guards, though customized according to the ways of its bearer.

Dion was one of the Jensaari who had been part of the petition to aid in eradicating the Jedi menace, something that had prompted the acceptance after their tale was known and how the Jedi had butchered many of their leaders.

He'd become one of Luke's teachers while his grandfather worked to regain his control of the force that had been slowly returning to the old man.

Luke remembered seeing the recordings of what had transpired around the time of his birth.

The Jedi had attempted to sieze control of the Republic after using one of their own to create the Clone Wars. His own father had tried to stop them, and had tried to stop the war.

Kenobi, a man who had once claimed that Anakin Skywalker was like a brother to him, had discovered the location of the peace talks and slaughtered those who came in peace to end the war the jedi had created.

Anakin arrived to find the leadership of the Sepratists dead with Obi-Wan there and the fight broke out between them, leaving his father wounded while the jedi master fled kidnapping his mother.

The jedi had killed her and tried to take him as they had other children through their history, probably to indoctrinate him in their ways while they tried to take control of the galaxy.

Palpatine had accompanied his father on the rescue attempt, having viewed the younger man as the son he could never have himself only to see Kenobi escape and his father die, but Kenobi had been forced to leave him.

The newly proclaimed Emperor had taken him into his own family as the old man had wished he could have done for Anakin. He was the heir to the Empire if the elder man would ever die, something that Luke could not see happening.

He was grateful for the old mans actions, and had created connections to the relatives he had on both of his parents homeworlds.

And now he had begun to take his place as one of the leaders of the Empire. His youth spent learning the politics of the Imperial Court and the rest of the galaxy before learning to lead in war under the best military minds the Empire had to offer before slowly assuming command of some portions of it as the direct agent of his grandfathers will.

Recently the seemingly endless string of Jedi had begun to shrink and other matters were placed under his purview.

Such as the recovery of the battlestations plans.

 

[SmacksKiller]

Very nice. This looks like one fun AU. I hope your game is going well ?

 

[SotF]

Very nice. This looks like one fun AU. I hope your game is going well ?

So far it has, but I haven't managed to get it very far along. There are also some major changes between the fic and the game already with the last section I posted.

 

[SotF]

The Alliance troopers felt calmer with two Jedi at their backs as they heard the docking clamps lock in place, as it was they knew that there was no way that they would all survive the coming conflict.

The Taintive IV wasn't a warship loaded with soldiers like the Star Destroyer was, and there only hope was to make it through the docking bay to one of the other ships and get out with the Princess, and that would have been impossible for them to pull off without the backup of the Jedi.

Rann I-Kanu shuddered slightly as he ended his meditation and turned to his companion.

"He's here," he stated slowly with a grimace, "It's Skywalker and one of his Inquisitors."

A ripple ran through the soldiers, a mix of excitement and fear.

Excitement because they could deal a blow by slaying, or even wounding, the Imperial Heir, and fear because it meant that the Blood Hawks would be involved in the fight.

"Just like back on Naboo, Rann," Sia-Lan Wezz responded as the pink blade of her lightsaber joined the silver light of his.

"At least we're not stuck in the swamps this time," he cracked before the positioned themselves for the fight while the cutting tools sound ended.

"Then here we go," she added as the door was blasted inwards to tear through four of the soldiers under their command before it landed, skidding down to the end of the corridor between the two Jedi Knights.

Blasterfire followed the bouncing durasteel while the eerie glint of the stormtrooper armor was only hinted at from the edges while the knights charged the breech.

Rann leaped first followed by his companion, both calling on the force as they twirled through the air to pass through the still sizzling edges of the destroyed hatch.

 

[SotF]

Dion reacted first, the almost white blade of his lightsaber spun, batting the lead Jedi's blade downwards to keep the weapon from continuing its attack before he used the force to slam the knight upwards into the ceiling leaving the room to fill with a sound not unlike a gong.

The stormtroopers with them scattered to avoid the counterattack by the rebels a second after the female Jedi slew two of their number during her entrance.

Luke moved to intercept her, the crimson blade of the lightsaber he had claimed as his heritage clashing with the pink blade of Sia-Lan Wezz.

A quick glance to the side at Walker, the commander of his Stormtroopers, was all he needed to signal them to begin their boarding of the corellian corvette, but it held the cost of nearly losing him his head to the Jedi.

He felt the force flowing through him as his body moved almost of its own volition, rolling backwards and carrying him into a flip the instant the blade passed clear over his head.

Luke reacted again as the bodies of his fallen soldiers were launched into the air, accompanied by the discarded cutting equipment and launched towards him.

Anger flashed through him about her actions, they were his men, ones he had picked from the ranks of the Empires finest, not toys for her to throw around at a whim.

His free hand lashed out as he guided the force, freezing the airborne objects in mid-flight the instant his own feet touched the floor.

Skywalker felt Dion's presence in his mind and gave a quick signal through the force, "Let's try swapping dance partners."

"Sure thing," came the understanding in his allys tone as they both moved in tandem.

Luke dropped into a low crouch as the Jensaari lashed out high, their plan clear the instant it started to Rann's horror as a blade cleaved through his arm and through the lightsaber he wielded the instant before the force slammed into him with the force of a battering ram leaving his ears ringing when he crashed back into the corridors of the captured Corvette just as the second wave of troopers along with reinforcements for the Prince opened the sealed hatches to join the fight.

Both warriors channeled the force as they moved to cut off the paths of retreat for the intact foe, but it turned out not to be necessary as the gathered troopers opened fire with their weapons on stun.

"Goodnight," Luke stated as he summoned her lightsaber to him as she collapsed to the floor, "Jedi scum."

 

[SotF]

Rann flinched as he felt his companion vanish from his senses while he moved.

They'd been friends since they'd been padawans, fought on Naboo during the invasion. Now she was gone.

He forced his way through the brief moment of emotion that was harshly put down.

"There is no emotion," he murmured, the familiar words giving him a moment of comfort while he recited the Code while moving through the ship.

The plans had to be passed on, and the Princess had to be taken to safety. That was the order of what had to happen before he could even consider a rescue mission for Wezz.

Sithspit, his life sucked.

Slipping a stimpack from his belt, he jabbed it into his leg as he moved and let the flood of chemicals shake him back to reality to watched Organa launch the last pod, one with droids on it.

His eyes widened as he saw a wave of the marked stormtroopers charge around the corner behind her and then blasterfire filled the air of the dark corridor with blue light.

She fell in an instant before they noticed him and their weapons were switched to kill.

"Damn," he managed to stutter before the weapons opened up on him.

His last thought before the darkness came was that at least the plans were still in play.

 

[SmacksKiller]

Interesting, I wonder, who'll pick the droids this time?

 

[SotF]

Threepio fumed as he wandered through the dunes.

Artoo had to have planned it, he could sometimes swear that the little maniac was possessing some sort of precognition and used it simply to spite him and let him suffer indignities that a droid of his caliber should never have to deal with.

Now his joints were beginning to grind on him, the sand seeping into them in an eerily familiar way that he just couldn't place. The Maker only knew what his processor was connecting to.

He stumbled, landing in a faux golden heap at the bottom of a dune.

The protocol droid heard motion and managed to turn towards the sound, noticing a new droid standing there.

A rust red bipedal model that he couldn't identify, though that wasn't really that unusual with the sheer number of droids manufactured across the galaxy.

"Thank the maker," he cheered, "I'm saved."

"Statement," it intoned in response as C-3P0 caught a glimpse of the firepower it carried, "Do not thank your maker."

"Commentary: Sadly my master ordered me to retrieve you and your companion and return you to his home."

Something told Threepio that his assumed salvation may end up being even more of a curse.

 

[FanboyimusPrime]

Oh boy. I wonder how long it will be before one protocol droid ends up with a few holes in him from the other one.