With those simple words, myriad Jedi and Padawans had fallen under the trigger of a blaster. They were all but purged from the galaxy. Survivors, desperate to live on hid, in exile and scattered to distant, remote planets. The Galactic Senate had crumbled, giving way to the Empire.
But balance must return to the Force, and secretly, Jedi are roaming the galaxy to find Padawans, a new generation to train in the ways of the light side of the Force. A rebellion is forming and those once undiscovered in the Wild Space and the Unexplored Sector are now making their voices heard.
ScatterStar is a Star Wars crossover forum based RPG set in the 26th century and takes place between Episode III and Episode IV. Ever wanted a Vulcan Jedi? A Klingon with a BFG 9000? A Roswell Grey Sith? A Yautja bounty-hunter who collects the lightsabers of his kills? A Wookie ensign in Star Fleet? In ScatterStar, all this and more can be possible.
Because the Universe is a very, very big place...
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But it felt so nice on her pale blue skin. Thiacyn wondered if she'd ever feel anything like it again. She wondered if her future self would remember the feeling, or if everything she'd ever known would fade away, be taken over by the symbiont's memories.
No, she remembered from her lessons. Their minds would become co-mingled. Memories, personality...
She wondered what she would feel after that, that her fingers had never touched, and yet, she'd remember the sensation. What was that like?
Thiacyn was the exception to the rule. Usually only Trill were to take Symbionts, but this half-breed, part Nagai, part Chiss, she had a sense of empathy gifted to her by the Force. The Trill Symbiosis Commission saw great potential in her being a host. It was an honour.
She had been training as a Jedi since she was a youngling. Because he was a Jedi, she too needed to be a Jedi. Her body needed the training, the technique, the conditioning, the muscle-memory so the symbiont, Forta, never would falter.
She stood by the water fountain and watched the shuttle come into the atmosphere then land, a soft cloud of dust puffing up from the ground. The shuttle settled, the doors opened. She tried to quell her nerves as she watched him step from the shuttle and into the garden.
The shuttle was perceived by the young woman as something far less aggressive than it's make. The Shadowport Lancer-Pursuit Craft was a speedy, nimble and acute gun ship commission by the Black Sun; only the richest could afford it. Charon was among that 1% percent, which made him popular in the outer-rim and wild space.
Long stone doors opened from the direction of the Naboo spaceport. The day was too lit for a dramatic light to shine through the opening crack, but still, the overwhelming symmetry of a figure contrastingly snugged and draped in white fabric pierced through. Two figures hugged his side, an escort K4 security droid and a race quite unknown to the core worlds. An Eliksni dressed head to toe in tarnished armour with a small metallic orb floating by its head. They approached.
They were close now, intimidatingly close. "Thiacyn?" The robbed man questioned.
She suddenly felt weird, being a half-breed. She tried to stifle it. She gave a polite nod. "Master Charon Forta. I am honoured to meet you and to be in your service." Her voice trembled just slightly.
He started padding himself as if searching for something. "I had a present for you!" He continued, wandering about his person like a maze of a million pockets. "Ah! At long last." His elegant pianist fingers pulled a leather rope from the billow of his white sleeve, until the weight of the charm on the end fell pendant in the air. "Black Kyber. To match those special eyes of yours. Careful now. The Mandalorian's would kill me for this if they knew I had my own." He his smile shafted.
"Now, kiddo, is there a planet you've always wanted to see?
She watched as he searched the folds and pockets of his robes. When he produced the black kyber crystal, as black as her eyes. Her eyes weren't voids, like the emptiness of space, but solid and present, like chips of onyx.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked upon the crystal. "I...had heard legends. But is it right to have them? I am not Mandalorian...I..." She caught herself. "I mean, thank you, Master Forta. I am hono-..." A smile quirked at the side of her mouth. "The benefits of the Outer-Rim, I imagine?"
She held out her hands to accept the crystal graciously. His hands had the typical cold of any Trill hands.
"I've seen the lovely planets. Coruscant, Naboo, Feluchia. But I imagine the Outer-Rim has far more interesting sights to see."
"Kiddo, you have no idea." He leaned into her as if ready to kiss her on the cheek or tell her a daring secret. "Naboo's a little uppity for me, but here's the thing, before we leave, I gotta know if you're any good. Can't have plebs fighting bounty hunters on Kessel. That's Hutt space." His smiled receded now, vanishing like a groundhog escaping a predator, toying with her appetite.
Charon had no problem finding the vibro-dagger hidden in the folds of his chest. "Let's see what you got." The grin reappeared. His peers suddenly becoming more interested.
"Yes, Master." She took the vibro sword from him by the handle, stepped back several paces, and took a relaxed, but defensive stance.
And she didn't like being laughed at.
He was probably expecting her to rush him, as formal training she obviously was taught.
But she flung her hand out and threw out a sudden force push. It wasn't the strongest force push, but it was, hopefully, unexpected. And it was concentrated not on Charon, but on the little floating orb, and the droid.
"Eliminate distractions." She told him. "And the opponent's auxiliary defenses."
She lightly twirled the vibro sword, getting accustomed to the feel of it in her hand.
He attention didn't say his eyes still closed. Not distracted by the force-push. "K4, Saam, you okay?" He snickered, trying to hold back a jab of laughter towards his friends. After all, they had no problem laughing at the girl until now.
"She has bite." Growled the armoured beast.
"She'll need it." Replied Charon still waiting for her to approach him.
"She also has brains." Said the K4 droid dryly, trying to add an idiom to his AI in order to seem more civilized.
"And vigor." stated the soft-ball sized orb loftily.
"Alright kiddo, we like you, no need to impress us, now try to kill me already." He prodded, stepping lightly towards her, wondering if she'd act or see a baited opening.
So, she tried to spin around him, to get to his back and place her blade at his jugular. Quick. Clean. Non-violent.
It seemed Charon's trails and training were less about the ways of the force, and more about survival. If this young Padawan was to fight syndicate thugs in the reaches of this galaxy, she'd have to know what do to when a companion fell. "Do you know the healing capabilities of the force? Based on your Consular stance, I could only assume." He smirked, hoping his fate wouldn't meet this edgy end, or, was this all a joke. His posse seemed unfazed by it all.
"I..." she began with a shaky voice. She nodded fretfully and looked at the length of the blade to gauge how much of it was embedded in her master. "I know how to heal." She confirmed. She took a calming breath then a step forward, keeping the blade inside him, and extended her hand. She couldn't, of course, heal him with the blade still in, but she wanted to place her hand near the wound before she pulled the blade out.
"I do understand this, somewhat." She said though, placing her hand on his abdomin. She wondered if she would feel the symbiont flutter inside like a fetus. She wondered if she had struck it. "A Vibro sword is an easier wound to tend to than a light saber."
She spoke in a soothing tone, like any good healer should, but she wasn't fully distracted, and kept a lookout for oncoming attacks.
"The Jedi mind trick is explained by most mentors as "only effective on the weak minded" and only to make a lower life from do something you wish. It's derivative of the Darkside even, but yet, many masters use it. It's not so simple. The technique can be quite effective on a strong mind if, and only if, you find a moment of weakness. With those eyes, dark as black Kyber, you could be quite powerful even without lifting a blade." He continued his lecture, assuring his misfits they had no reason to keep guard.
"You, my dear, were nervous, and let your emotions get the better of you. I could feel it. It was in the moment of your emotional insecurity, however small, that I planted this vibro-dagger hit into your mind." He hoped to amaze, showing her that if she kept her mind open, she could learn more in wild space than from a few stiff masters sharing battle stories.
"Imagine, if I, without the empathic gifts you possess, can accomplish this advanced trick, just what gifts the force has to enlighten you with." He continued, hoping she'd be enticed. He let the moment linger... "Come on an adventure with us." He didn't ask, but, instead, insisted.
(Theme Song: Charon the Bowie Shinto Ninja Jedi!)
She loosened her grip of the vibro blade and felt it wobble to gravity in a way it wouldn't if it were indeed plunged into any sort of surface, much less a stomach.
All at once, she knew training was going to be impossibly difficult. But she was training since she was a youngling. Had she truly learned so little in her time as a padawan?
She nodded, her black eyes studying his face. "I will, Master..."
She paused. "If I may ask, do you prefer Master Charon, or Master Forta?"