Star Wars Invasion: Episode VI, Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

   "The Imperial Remnant is sending the Obtrexta Sector Fleet," Ulen Valsar said to Major Sakul, who was standing outside the base now that the blizzard had set up. "Admiral Chaar says that he'll be sending Gold Squadron and Blade Squadron to bomb the Citadel while the two fleets handle the Glorian Blockade."

   Sakul nodded. "Will the Obtrexta Fleet be bringing an AT-AT or two with them?"

   The Weequay demolitions expert smirked. "I don't know, but I'm sure they will. It wouldn't be like them if they didn't."

   Sakul laughed dryly. "Point taken."

   He raised a warm mug of caf to his mouth and sipped. Peering through the veil of still-falling snow, he then said, "Wonder if the Glorians are still too scared to come 'round here again."

   Ulen grunted. "Probably, but not for long. They'll most likely find something bigger and more powerful than a Duinuogwuin."

   "I can't think of anything that would fit that description," Sakul replied. "And where would they find such a thing?"

   "Eh, you never know," Ulen said with a shrug. "They could somehow summon an exogorth and have it flatten us and eat us like franjo pancakes."

   Sakul smiled wryly. "If only we were that edible."

*  *  *

   "I'm still waiting for a satisfying answer," said the Bothan officer known as Eshka Dan'yar. She sat at the same crowded table where Anakin, Sev, and the others sat. Animus sat directly across from her, giving her a slightly smug smile.

   "There's only so many ways I can explain it," he said. "To put it in the simplest terms possible, my...kin have powers grater than even what the Jedi are capable of doing."

   Eshka eyed him warily. "Are you even from this galaxy?"

   Animus gave her a wicked grin. "Depends on how far out this galaxy goes."

   As he listened in on the two's conversation, Anakin spared a glance at Lysira Naris, who was sitting at the edge of the table, away from everyone else. 

   Something in his heart compelled Anakin to speak to her, to console her or something. But his Jedi instinct of kindness was overridden by a reminder that Lysira had deceived him and the others; that she had been hiding a dark secret ever since they had arrived on Kashyyyk.

   That she was a Dark Jedi.

   He knew he could not trust her- he wanted to, of course, but at the same time, he couldn't risk the lives of Sev and the others. What if Lysira had planned Commander Naar's death? Perhaps she had expected him to take the killing blow from Animus meant for her.

   And perhaps there was a reason why Animus was trying to kill her...

   He felt a hand fall on his shoulder. He turned around to see Sev Nep sitting beside him, the Sullustan's black eyes looking concerned. 

   "Hey," he said. "You okay?"

   Anakin nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

   Sev shrugged. "I don't know, you just have that...look. You know, where you stare into empty space...you know, that Jedi look."

   "Like looking pensive?" Anakin said. "Daydreaming? Bored out of my mind?"

   "Not that last one," Sev said, his facial jowls quivering into a grin. "That's when you look like you banged your head on something hard."

    Anakin laughed. "I've seen my dad have that 'look' a few times."

   "I've had it several times." Sev glanced at the still-talking Animus and Eshka. "I think I might have it right now..."

   It was all Anakin could do not to laugh out loud. And, when he glanced at her again, he could have sworn Lysira was smiling as well.

*  *  *

   Shadow's ship slowly landed onto the sandy ground of Sarafur. The planet was not unlike other desert worlds such as Tatooine and Sriluur; in fact, because of a tidal lock with its sun, a good majority of Sarafur's surface was left uninhabitable, save for its equatorial band, which was home to at least three makeshift spaceports.

   He had to wonder how anyone could stand to live on this planet, unless they were stranded here, of course. Then again, he didn't really care. 

   As Shadow disembarked from his ship, which he had landed on the outskirts of one of the spaceports, he began to ponder further on the information he had discovered on Rhen Var. He was quite aware of a conflict between the pre-historic Sith and the ancient Killik species. He was also aware of a Shistavanen legend that told of a Killik Sith Lord.

   That was what bothered Shadow. It was improbable to him for a Killik to break away from its hive mindset and become an individual Sith Lord. Especially considering that the first Sith Lord, King Adas, lived two thousand years after the Killiks' invasion.

   Then again, Shadow reminded himself, what do the Shistavanen know about the Sith? 

   Shadow continued to trek the endless deserts of Sarafur for what seemed like forever. Even though he could never grow tired from walking, he nevertheless grew bored from it. 

   After what nearly felt like an hour, he finally reached his destination, which was an ancient, abandoned crypt located on the edge of the equator. Slowing his previously brisk pace, he approached the building carefully. Although it looked bland in outward appearance, looking like just a large, light-colored block of sand, he was almost certain that its owner had placed traps either around it or within.

   Most definitely within. 

   Coming to a stop before the crypt's entrance, which strangely lacked a door, he brought out a glow rod and turned it on to its dimmest setting. He then brought it up to the empty doorway, illuminating the pitch-black darkness inside enough for him to see. After checking to see if the coast was clear, he took a step forward....

   ...and immediately met the pointed end of a scarlet lightsaber.

   "You're not going to leave alive this time," Carnor Jax muttered.

   Shadow smiled behind his mask. "Oh, but I just might."

Star Wars Invasion: Episode VI, Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

   Ever since their foundation, the Mandalorians had always been in the 'middle' when it came to galactic affairs. During the Old Sith Wars, they had strongly favored the Sith as allies until the Dark Wars, when their then-Mandalore united them against the Sith Triumvirate. 

   Three hundred years later, when the resurgent Sith Empire had made its move to invade the galaxy, they once again had the Mandalorians as allies. This would soon change again when the Mandalorians fought against their 'traditional' allies during the New Sith Wars. However, they did not remain friends with the Republic for long; the devastation brought upon the Mandalore sector by the Post-Ruusan Republic saw to that.

   Following the Mandalorian Excision, the former nomadic warriors remained a neutral faction at best. Even during and after Emperor Palpatine's reign were they caught in the middle of the Galactic Civil War, working alongside both the splinter Imperial factions following the Battle of Endor and the New Republic.

   When the Mandalorian Protectors arrived to help the Republic defeat Darth Vorath's forces, it had been briefly thought that they had turned a new lead. But nearly ten years of little to no assistance from the mercenary-warriors during the rebuilding after the Imperial-Sith War had proven those beliefs wrong.

   Because of their wavering loyalties, it was decided that, in sending representatives of the two Jedi Orders to unite the various galactic factions, it was decided to send two Jedi- one of each order, light and dark- to Mandalore in order to cater to whichever side the Mandalorians were leaning towards.

   And it was just Jaden Korr's luck that he was chosen for the mission.

   He still wasn't sure why the Jedi Council had chosen him; having just returned from Dromund Kaas after a long philosophical discussion with the Revanchist, who he knew was trying to turn him over, he just wasn't up for another mission.

   "You are a great Jedi Knight," Master Baran had told him while assigning him to this mission. "You are wise enough to handle negotiations and powerful enough to fight in case things go wrong."

   Jaden supposed that was true, and he had decided to accept the mission. However, he instantly regretted it when he saw who he would be traveling with.

   "Trust me," the former Sith Lord Starkiller had said upon meeting Jaden. "I'm not looking forward to his mission either."

   During the Imperial-Sith War, Starkiller- then known as Darth Stalker- was a Sith Lord under Darth Vorath. According to Jaden's master, Kyle Katarn, Stalker, before the war, had tricked him and fellow Jedi Toah Jarsan into following him to Vorath. Years later, shortly before the Battle of Coruscant, Jaden and his master had encountered Stalker at the Battle of Borosk, which saw to Stalker's apparent demise.

   However, Stalker had managed to survive the encounter but must had been heavily scarred, which explained his cybernetically covered body and masked face. It almost made Jaden think that he was evoking a certain Sith Lord. The Sith Lord had also since changed his name to Starkiller.

   The two of them sat in the cockpit of the Rogue Shadow, Starkiller's personal ship, which Kyle Katarn had hijacked on Tatooine and placed in the Alliance's custody. As the unchanging portal of hyperspace streaked past the shup's viewport, Jaden attempted to pass the time and try to make small talk with the Dark Jedi.

   'Cause if we're going to be allies, we might as well act like it, Jaden thought.

   "So," he said casually, "what type of ship is this? I can't say I recognize the model."

   "It's one of a kind," Starkiller replied, his tone sounding bitter. "Created by Sienar Fleet Systems."

   "How did you come across it?"

   "It was a gift," the Dark Jedi said, not turning to look at Jaden. "I can't recall who gave it to me."

   Jaden had a feeling that wasn't true. "Was it from Vorath?"

   "No," Starkiller said. "Definitely not."

   Jaden nodded, deciding not to say anything more; it was clear that the Dark Jedi was not in the mood for conversation.

   The ship's autopilot beeped, indicating that they were approaching their destination. Starkiller deactivated the hyperdrive, bringing the Rogue Shadow into the Mandalore system. As they began to approach the fifth planet of the system, Jaden noticed a small fleet of ships surrounding it. He couldn't tell if they were Mandalorian or not, but he somewhat doubt that they were friendly. 

   Once they were within short distance of the planet, a gravely voice broke through the ship's comm system. "Unidentified craft, you are in Mandalorian space. State your business immediately before we eliminate you."

   Starkiller leaned forward in his seat to respond. "This is the Rogue Shadow, carrying representatives of the Jedi Order."

   There was clearly a sneer on the Mandalorian's face when he spoke again. "What business does the Jedi have with us? And why should we care?"

   "Let's just say that we carry good advice for your people. Like, say, how to prevent your planet from being abducted."

   There was a short pause before the Mandalorian finally said, "What are you talking about?"

   "You should know," Starkiller said. "Have you not heard of the incidents at Kaal and Kashyyyk? Or does Mandalore not get the HoloNet?"

   The voice growled, most likely trying to come up with a witty retort, but no such reply came. Instead, the Mandalorian said, "You are clear to land in Keldabe. A dispatch will take you to our leader."

   "Smart choice." As Starkiller severed the connection, he seemed to notice Jaden's wry smile. "What is it?" the Dark Jedi asked.

   "Nothing," Jaden said hastily. "It's just that you could stand to sound a bit more...grateful."

   Starkiller scoffed. "I have no need for such manners."

   Jaden shrugged. "You never know," he murmured. "You just might."

*

   Author's note: remember way back in the second episode of Invasion about Starkiller/Darth Stalker retreating to the Unknown Regions, finding a Rakatan device, and transferring his consciousness to new clone bodies?

   Yeah, I decided that wasn't a very good idea and decided to change it to what you just read about him and the Borosk thing. A lot more simpler.

Star Wars Invasion: Episode VI, Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

   The first time Anakin Solo felt upon leaving the portal was his face hitting the cold, icy ground. Next he felt that same ground shake violently as Animus, in his Duinuogwuin form, landed as well, crushing what or whoever was unfortunate enough to be right underneath the portal. 

   He then heard the sound of several plasma blasters being fired only to be silenced and immediately followed by frightened cries of terror. He felt a hand grab onto his shoulder as Sev Nep helped him up to his feet. 

   Over the howling of the wind, he heard a gruff voice say, "And just who do you think you are, falling out of the sky like that?"

   "We are of the Galactic Alliance and the Imperial Remnant," Sev cried over the blizzard. Anakin couldn't see who he was talking to due to the snow in his face. 

   "I am Lieutenant Sev Nep of Rancor Squad. I have with me three stormtroopers, a Jedi Knight, a GA officer, a smuggler, and a Wookiee."

   "And a Duinuogwuin?"

   "Er, he's merely our ride."

   Anakin heard murmuring, most likely from other beings he could not see, until finally the gruff voice said, "All right, let's get you inside before you get frostbite. But the Duinuogwuin stays out here."

   "Actually," Animus growled, "you will find that I am quite adaptable when it comes to size."

   Anakin's vision finally cleared in time to see the Duinuogwuin shrink in size, assuming the form of a burly, dark-skinned man, which Animus has appeared as on Mortis. He then turned to see a group of Alliance troopers staring in awe and disbelief at the phenomenon. 

   The lead trooper, a bearded man who fit the gruff voice Anakin had heard earlier, cleared his throat and said, "Er, right. Good to know..."

*  *  *

   As his stealth ship slipped past the Glorian fleet orbiting Rhen Var and evaded the scanners of the Alliance fleet positioned between Mash Shareo and Dungal Lem, Shadow began plotting a course for the Kuna's Tail system.

   He was rather surprised that Lumiya and Carnor Jax, the two 'wannabe' Sith he was hunting after, would bother exploring the Sith Lords of the Draggulch Period. Compared to the older Dark Lords, the rulers of the New Sith Empire were regarded as petty warlord-like rulers. Only a handful of them, such as Darth Ruin and Skere Kaan, were still remembered, and even then merely for starting and ending the New Sith Wars.

   But what Shadow found more puzzling was how Darth Eradicus' tomb had led the two Sith to Sarafur. The Moddell sector itself had been considered Unknown Regions territory until Chancellor Frix's administration allowed it into the Republic, centuries after Eradicus' reign. 

   No matter, Shadow thought as the hyperdrive started to kick in. All will be clear in short time.

*  *  *

   Sakul sighed heavily as he sat down at his so-called 'desk', which was actually just a corner of the war room table. Across from him stood the Sullustan lieutenant Sev Nep, the Jedi Knight Anakin Solo, and the large shape-changing being who had introduced himself as Animus.

   Before speaking, Sakul removed his right boot from his foot and then deliberately stubbed his big toe with the left one. Squeezing his watering eyes shut, he let out a string of Huttese curses, no doubt to the shock of anyone within earshot- which would have been everyone in the vicinity. 

   He then opened his eyes only to see that they were still there, the Sullustan and the Jedi having their hands covering their ears.

   He let out another sigh. Unfortunately, today was not another bad dream.

   "Sorry about that," he said, clasping his hands in front of him. "Now then, I would quite appreciate an explanation on what the heck just happened."

   "It's...a very long story," Anakin said, rubbing the back of his head. "But as for the sky-falling thing...well, see, we were taking a...shortcut."

   Sakul stared at him. "Oh, sure. That totally clears things up."

   "The details on our arrival are irrelevant," Animus growled. "There is a war going on and we know how to end it."

   Eshka Dan'yar, who stood at Sakul's side, let out an irritated snort. "And just how exactly are we supposed to take your word for that?" she asked dryly. "You just randomly fall out of the sky, save our lives- for which we are grateful, don't get me wrong- and you just so happen to have the means necessary in ending this war?"

   Animus gave her a humorless smile. "I should have rephrased that. We know, or rather, have an idea on how to end this war. However, I can not guarantee it will work."

   Sakul leaned forward in his seat, suddenly intrigued. "I'm listening."

   "I think it would be best if I spoke to your leaders instead," Animus said. "That way we can conceive a strong strategy."

   Sakul grudgingly nodded in agreement. "Very well. It's just a matter of defeating the Glorians here on Rhen Var." He cocked an eyebrow at the shape-shifter. "Don't suppose you can turn into some rancor hybrid thing and eat them all?"

   Animus responded with a grim smirk. "I'm afraid not. My shape-shifting capabilities have their limitations."

   "That's what I thought," Sakul muttered. To a nearby Duros officer sitting at his station, he said, "Send a message to Admiral Chaar for reinforcements once the blizzard clears enough to do so. And while you're at it..."

   He paused, stubbing his toe a little again to make sure he was still awake and not losing his sanity.

   "Try to send a message to Bastion and request for Imperial Remnant assistance."

Star Wars Invasion: Episode VI, Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

   The ancient crypt was silent save for the howling winds that racked the stone walls of the chamber. Standing still and placid before the coffin placed in the center of the tomb was humanoid being clad in a black cloak and armor just as dark. His eyes, appearing only as an emerald glow from the slit visor of his helmet, were focused on the empty casket, which had clearly been rummaged through recently.

   But by who? Rhen Var is a frozen, isolated world. Why would anyone have the desire to visit it?

   Of course, the answer was already beginning to become clear to him...

   "We're wasting our time, Shadow," said a nameless Glorian, who was standing nearby. "We should be at the Harbor, wiping out those pathetic Alliance vermin."

   "You are free to join them," Shadow said without looking at him. "Just as soon as you translate the archaic Aurebesh text on the walls."

   The Glorian scoffed. "This is a fruitless obsession of yours. These two wannabe Sith are no threat to the Empire's goals. Let them plot and scheme all they want."

   "The Watcher gave me a mission and I must fulfill it," Shadow said. "Now, translate that text."

   Despite being concealed by a helmet, the Glorian's face was clearly sneering. "The Watcher is nothing but an old fool plagued by senility. He simply gives you objectives just so he can sit back and laugh at your aimless quests and blind devotion."

   Shadow looked at him and for a split-second, the other Glorian's defiant demeanor faltered, but he soon recovered and squared his shoulders, looking at the Watcher's agent directly in the eye.

   "You know I'm right," the Glorian said. "Admit it. Admit that you only follow these pointless missions so you can avoid fighting in this war. You're a coward, Shadow. You hear me?"

   "Loud and clear." In the blink of an eye, Shadow strode up to the Glorian and seized him by the throat. Before his victim could struggle against his grip, the agent lifted him off his feet and slammed his head into the wall, right where the Aurebesh text was carved in.

   "You see that?" Shadow muttered. "Translate it for me. Then you may leave to join your friends at the Harbor. Does that sound fair to you?"

   With a whimper, the Glorian nodded. Shadow then released him and returned his attention to the empty coffin. After staring at it for another minute, he slowly and carefully reached into the casket, searching its bottom with his hand. When he reached a corner, everything around him vanished.

   For a brief moment, he could see two beings- one male, the other female- standing where he now stood. They were talking, but he could barely make out the words. He could only hear two clearly: 'Sarafur' and 'Killik'...

   Realization dawned on him as he returned to the real world. Smiling to himself as he took his arm out of the coffin, he turned to the Glorian, who was still studying the ancient text. 

   "Anything yet?" Shadow asked.

   The Glorian shook his head. "I was only able to translate a portion of it, and even then it might not be accurate."

   "Read it out loud to me," Shadow snapped, his patience wearing thin.

   Shuddering, the translator read aloud, "'In thy name of His Supremacy, in honor of His Cunning, here lies the Dark Lord Darth Eradicus. May the Sith Empire thrive in his wake.'"

   "Ah, now it all makes sense." Turning from where he stood, Shadow headed for the crypt's exit. "Tell General Dalax that I'll be heading for the Moddell sector."

   "As you wish," the still-cowering Glorian murmured. "Though I doubt he'll be requiring services from the likes of you."

   Beneath his helmet, Shadow smiled. "He might wish he had."

*  *  *

   There was rarely a day during which Amidral Vral Chaar did not feel nervous. Having been recently promoted to such a high rank, he felt like he was being pressured to live up to the legacy set up by his ancestor, Admiral Dral Chaar of the Old Republic. 

   Of course, he often had to remind himself, it's not like anyone remembers him.

   A seasoned veteran who had fought in the Great Sith War and the Mandalorian Wars, Admiral Dral Chaar had sacrificed his life at the Battle of Jovax during the latter so that General Revan and his forces could defeat the Mandalorians stationed there.

   In spite of this, however, the Chaar family had faded to obscurity by the end of the Old Sith Wars. And yet other admirals such as Jimas Veltraa and Saul Karath were still remembered for their actions, even though the former had made a similar sacrifice and the latter had went on to join Darth Revan's Sith Empire.

   Chaar hung his large, scaly head. Perhaps he would share the same fate; to die and never be remembered.

   "Sir?" The Vurk admiral's musings were interrupted by his Elomin advisor and captain. Like most members of her species, Zennefra (a shortened version of her otherwise needlessly long name) was, for lack of a better term, a neat-freak. She was always barking at her subordinates for managing untidy offices and was always appearing in her best uniforms in the cleanest state possible. 

   Ever since becoming overall commander of the Jan Dodonna and Eighth Fleet, Chaar had found this attitude rather annoying.

   "Sir, it's been nearly an hour since Major Rolav last contacted us," Zennefra went on. "He said that he would contact us earlier than that."

   Chaar waved a hand. "Do not worry, captain. It is possible they're stuck in a blizzard. Continue attempts to contact them. If word still hasn't been heard from them by the next hour or so, then we'll send reinforcements."

   At that moment, a human officer called from their post. "Sir, I'm detecting a strange signal! It looks like a hyperspace portal, but...different."

   "Where is it opening?" Chaar asked, walking across the bridge to stand at the man's monitor.

   "It...seems to be in Rhen Var's atmosphere." The officer leaned in closer to study it better. "And...something's falling out of it."

   "Can you tell what it is?" Zennefra asked.

   The man scratched his head. "Er, the scanner says it's a Duinuogwuin...and about eight humanoid beings."

Star Wars Invasion: Episode VI, Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE

   Sakul Rolav hated the snow. He always used to dread when his family took him to planets like Toola for vacation. The wet snow always ruined his stylish leather boots and perfect nerf wool-sewn pants. Of course, ever since he started fighting for the Galactic Alliance, he had lost his snobbish attitude.

   But he still hated the snow. Especially when it was blowing into his face.

   "Any idea when this blizzard will let up?" he asked his lieutenant Eshka Dan'yar.

   "Doesn't appear to be anytime soon," the Bothan said from her monitor. She, along with everyone else of the 774th Battalion- which was comprised of nearly six hundred troopers- were crowded together at an Alliance outpost station, located not far from the Rhen Var Harbor. 

   When they had arrived on the icy planet, they were poised to strike right into the harbor and unleash all of their forces on the Glorians stationed there. That is, until a blizzard got in their way, making it too dangerous to head out. 

   The fact that the small ruined building, which served as their headquarters, lacked a door didn't help matters either.

   "The Paws are getting snow stuck between their gears," said Ulen Valsar, a burly Weequay who served as one of the battalion's weapons experts. He pointed a thumb in the direction of the AT-APs stationed outside. "I doubt they'll be able to move once the storm lets up-"

   "Well, make sure they do," Sakul snapped, cutting off his most trusted friend mid-sentence. "When the Glorians come around, I want everything and everyone to be ready!"

   "Will they come around?" asked a balding Ralltiiri man. "I don't think they even know we're here."

   "They do." All eyes turned to Eshka, who was staring at her monitor screen, mouth agape. "An army of nearly a thousand Glorians are approaching."

   The Ralltiiri man blanched. "Me and my big, fat mouth..."

   "Better hope it doesn't get blasted off," Sakul said bitterly as he readied his blaster rifle and donned his helmet. "What say we go greet them?"

   "What say we jump into a lava pit on Mustafar?" a young Corellian man muttered in response. "I'm sure that's a quicker and less painful way to die."

   "Stow it, Marko, and go climb onto an AT-AP," Valsar said. "They might not be able to move, but they sure as heck can still pack a punch!"

   As all of the men and women hurried to carry out their duties, Sakul peered through the doorway of their command post to see the silhouettes of the approaching Glorians through the veil of snow. They were moving slowly, perhaps even marching like ordinary military men.

   He was tempted- partially- to order every one to fire and pound the enemy. But the honorable side of him rejected that idea. 

   When the Glorians eventually came within twenty feet of the command post, Sakul stepped out of the portal, keeping his rifle slung over his shoulder and blaster pistols in their holsters. Much to his surprise, upon seeing him, the marching Glorian army came to an abrupt halt.

   For a while, the only sound he heard was the loud wind that carried the snow storm. Then, one of the Glorians spoke, their masculine voice as cold and stoic as the ice they stood on.

   "I admire your bravery, major," said the Glorian, standing in the lead of the thousand-men army. "To fight for a planet even when you're vastly outnumbered...that's truly a courageous move to make."

   "I'm flattered," Sakul muttered, his helmet's vocalizer making his voice sound more deeper and gruff than it usually was. "Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast your head off."

   The Glorian laughed out of mocked amusement. "Ready to get down to business, eh? Before we do, shall I offer you a chance to surrender?"

   The sound of two blaster pistols clicking was the reply. 

   The Glorian tilted his head. "Just the response I was expecting."

   He raised a gloved hand. The thousand Glorians raised the powerful plasma weapons they had become widely known for. The commander then began counting down on his hand.

   Five... four...

   Sakul remained fixed on the ground. He braced himself, knowing and hoping that an AT-AP would fire at any moment.

   Three...two...

   His hand itched for his blaster. Some time today would be nice, Ulen, he thought.

   One...

   You always were the one to savor the suspense...

   Zero.

   The Glorian's fingers culminated into a fist. 'The Death Fist', people had begun to call it after hearing the story from those who had witnessed a similar event on Belsavis. Those who survived to tell the tale were saved by a miracle: the Glorians' desire to have people spread word of the fear they had created. Sakul doubted that he would be given such a miracle.

   Then a giant dragon fell out of the sky and crushed the Glorians. That had to account for something. 

Star Wars Invasion: Episode VI, Prologue

   A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

PROLOGUE

--25,793 BBY--

   The grounds of Akar Kesh were silent, as they usually were at night. The two moons of Tython- Ashla and Bogan- stood out in the black sky like gleaming eyes, gazing at the beings who walked upon the earth. 

   A cold breeze passed over Ror Fer's shoulder, though the Cathar Je'daii Master's fur coat prevented him from feeling it. Nonetheless, he shuddered, though it was not the coldness in the air that chilled him.

   "A storm is approaching," he said to Ketu, the Temple Master of Akar Kesh. "I can feel it in the air."

   "As do I," Ketu said, still sitting on the ground in a cross-legged position, his eyes closed. "We should get word out to the other temples so they can find shelter in time."

   Ror nodded. "You don't think it's an ordinary storm?"

   Ketu shook his head, opening his brown eyes. "No. It feels like...a violent clash between light and dark...between both sides of the Force."

   Ror turned to face him, his emerald eyes wide. "You mean...a Force storm?"

   "No, definitely not," the Temple Master said. "But it is still a dangerous storm, that is for certain."

   "Shall I send Ranger Tag Mat to carry out the warning?"

   "Yes, I believe the young Je'daii would be fast enough."

   As the Cathar Je'daii Master left to find his apprentice, Ketu sighed as he got up to his feet, staring at the two shimmering moons.

   This is definitely no ordinary storm, he thought. No, this...is far, far worse...

*  *  *

   Zhi-Hu opened his eyes. Something was not right.

   Clearing his face of the more obtrusive flakes of snow, the Dai Bendu monk gazed at the setting sun from his simple residence located withing the Andobi Mountains. Something was wrong with the Force. He could not tell what it was, but it did not feel...right.

   His robe fluttered against the harsh winds. Weather such as this was not unusual for Ando Prime, which was often suspect to blizzards and the like. But something in the wind didn't seem normal to Zhi-Hu. Something seemed... off.

   A strange noise broke through the loud winds. It was time for the Gathering.

   Zhi-Hu took his walking stick and began walking towards the Dai Bendu Temple. Perhaps it was merely his imagination acting up. Perhaps there was nothing wrong at all...

*  *  *

   Sal'kar was an impassive Predor of the Infinite Empire. One of the most prestigious Rakata, nothing could disturb him from his calm and collected manner even when he led his forces out on the battlefield.

   Today, something did disturb him. 

   He was on Dathomir, scouring the murky swamps for Kwa rebels and potential slaves, when it happened. He froze where he stood, staring out into the empty space before him. The Rakatan soldiers at his side paused, glancing at him worryingly.

   At first, nothing happened; everything was still and silent. Then, quite silently, Sal'kar dropped to his knees, clutching his cone-shaped head in pain. His Force Hound servant, a female human designated Shen, rushed to his side, though she was quickly waved aside.

   Regathering his strength, Sal'kar growled at the throbbing pain in his head. "Who are you?"

   Who and what I am is something that you would not be able to comprehend, a voice said in his mind.

   The Rakata slowly and carefully rose to his feet. What do you want? he asked, telepathically this time.

   I am here to give you a warning. Not to give out the chance to prepare yourselves for the inevitable, but to simply inform you what it is that will happen.

   And that would be...?

   The voice grew colder. Your empire is going to fall. The galaxy will be thrown into chaos. The Force will be put off balance.

   Sal'kar gulped. For some reason, he was disturbed by these prospects, even though he had never shown any love for the galaxy or the people in it. Why?

   The voice responded with a mirthless chuckle. Because the Powers that Be demand it.

   All went silent again and Sal'kar was left standing mesmerized for a very long time...

STAR WARS: INVASION

EPISODE VI

CHANGE OF TIDE

   Note: this story takes place in an alternate post-ROTJ universe, set approx. 36 years after the Battle of Yavin and mere days after Invasion: Episode V. 

 

Star Wars Invasion: Episode V, Chapter Ten and Epilogue

CHAPTER TEN

   As soon as Anakin and Animus had returned to the palace where the others were waiting, the Ortolan known as Xilus came running up to them, moving as fast as his stocky blue legs could carry him.

   "Animus!" the obtuse pachydermoid said excitedly. "Zerev has gotten a message from one of our operatives!"

   "What does it say?" Animus asked, sounding intrigued.

   "You're not gonna believe this," Xilus said, lowering his voice into an almost conspiratorial tone. "The Dark Jedi Order is planning on making an alliance with the 'light' one."

   Animus stared at the Ortolan incredulously. "When did you get this message?"

   "Mere minutes ago," Xilus said. "Zerev wishes to speak with you about it."

   Anakin and Animus followed him to the room which they had left the others in. While Animus walked over to speak with Zerev and Durus, Anakin walked over to the large table and took a seat next to Sev Nep, who was playing a card game with Jast Kyjar.

   The Sullustan glanced at Anakin as he sat down. "How did your little trip go?"

   "I don't feel like talking about it," Anakin muttered.

   "That bad, huh?" Sev took out a card-chip and placed it on the table. "I'll have spades," he told Jast.

   Jast, who had nearly half of the deck in his hands, fumed as he obliged the request. After putting down a black spades on to the pile of cards, Sev placed his last chip, which was a seven of spades.

   Jast threw down his remaining cards, muttering in Huttese. "Lucky," he said bitterly. "I could have won, you know. Kalvin just...shuffled the deck wrong."

   The stormtrooper known as Kalvin glared at the smuggler. "My teammates and I have been playing card games like sabacc and such for years. I've always shuffled. And I never got complaints."

   Snorting disdainfully, Jast crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, disgruntled.

   Sev turned back to Anakin, glancing between him and the still-conversing Animus, Zerev, and Durus. "What's going on there?" the Sullustan asked.

   "No idea," Anakin said. "Xilus the Ortolan said something about a message from one of their 'operatives.'"

   "Oh, so there's more of these weird guys?" Vex said sardonically. "Well, that just made my day."

   The stormtrooper quickly silenced himself, however, when he noticed that Animus and the others were returning to their table.

   "Right then," Zerev said. "I do believe it's time that we leave Mortis."

   "Great," Jast said in mock excitement. "Though you still have yet to give me a satisfying answer. What are we going to do? I know we have to stop these Glorian guys, but how?"

   Zerev smiled. "According to one of our operatives, Lysira Naris' friends seem to have found a workable solution."

   "And what would that be?" Sev asked when the Siniteen paused for effect.

   "The two Jedi Orders are going to reach out across the galaxy and rally everyone- every political faction, every Force-based organization, and so on- to fight against the Glorian Empire."

   Anakin and the others stared at him in silence. Finally, Sev said, "Doesn't that sound...I don't know, risky? I mean, I can see people like the Corporate Sector siding with the Alliance. But guys like the Hutts? Fat chance."

   Zerev nodded. "It is indeed a risky plan. But I'm sure once the Hutts- and people like them- see evidence of planets disappearing, and then realize that theirs might be next, they'll then relent and agree to ally with us."

   "Yeah," Jast said. "It might take half the galaxy to disappear that will convince them, but I'm sure they'll see the pros of an alliance."

   "What say we drop the pessimism?" Durus said sternly. "I'm sure there were plenty of people who thought Palpatine was unbeatable. They were wrong. They probably thought no one could stop Darth Vorath. They were wrong."

   The Zilkin walked across the table and stared hard into the smuggler's eyes. "For as long as the galaxy's existed, good has always managed to triumph over evil. Remember that."

   Jast nodded, his eyes wide, no doubt out of amazement that such a small being could be so intimidating. 

   Once Durus had backed off, Zerev said, "So, shall we move on?"

   "Sure," Anakin said, "as long as we have transportation."

   Animus gave him a wicked grin. "Oh, we definitely have transportation."

   As if on cue, Xilus brought out a datapad and pressed a button. Suddenly, a blue portal appeared out of thin air, similar to the one Anakin and the others had seen on Kashyyyk.

   At the same time, Animus began morphing his body. Wings sprouting from his back as he grew and changed shape, a massive Duinuogwuin, often called Star Dragons, soon replaced where a man had once stood.

   "Climb on," he growled to those in the room, "and hold on tight."

*  *  *

   "I never did get to find out what your plan was."

   Kro Sadoon glanced at Master Baran, who stood alongside him at a balcony that oversaw the Jedi Temple's gardens and Ossus' two setting suns.

   "Beg your pardon?" the Kel Dor Jedi Master said.

   "About compromising with Tasen Denon," the Grand Master replied.

   "Ah, yes." Sadoon had indeed had a plan. It was to oblige to Denon's request for Jacen Solo to join the Dark Jedi Order, but only after they had given the Jedi the answers they desired and as long as they returned the missing Jedi who had not joined the Dark Order. Meanwhile, Jacen would have acted as a spy and make sure the Dark Jedi were not up to any wrong-doing. Sadoon had thought him to have a more open-mind that could help him resist the dark side.

   However, as soon as the High Council and Tasen Denon had returned to the Council Chambers, the latter received a message from his masters; the two Jedi Orders were to meet on the planet Tython- birthplace of the Old Jedi Order- and hopefully forge an alliance.

   This rather abrupt change in events seemed strange to Sadoon, but at the same time, relieved him. Now that he thought about it, his plan was indeed rather unorthodox. To use Jacen Solo- a fellow Jedi- as something to be merely exchanged...he wondered why he had thought it to be a good idea in the first place.

   But there was no need to think further on it. He never had to make that decision anyway.

   And, as such, there was no need for anyone else to know...

   "To be honest," he finally said to Baran. "I believe I have forgotten what it was."

   The Grand Master smiled. "I've had that happen to me before. No matter, it is no longer important."

   "Of course not," Sadoon murmured, staring out at the setting suns. "Why should it be?"

*  *  *

   "Do you still think we should've left him there?"

   Wallen did not immediately respond to Xemer, instead staring out at the mesmerizing spinning tunnel of hyperspace. Back on Dromund Kaas, Kane Skywalker had decided to speak privately with the mysterious beings in order to get a better understanding on what they wanted to accomplish. When he returned from the chamber, he told Wallen and Xemer to return to Coruscant without him, assuring them that he would be all right.

   To be honest, Wallen thought, that alone is enough to tell me thing won't be all right.

   However, he didn't say as much to Xemer. Instead, he said, "What could we do? Kane is a Jedi, and usually, when a Jedi makes their final decision, it's nearly impossible to get them to change their mind."

   Xemer slowly nodded, though he didn't seem to fond of that prospect. "So, what now?"

   "Now?" Wallen sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "Now all we can do is stand back and let events run their course. We'll act only when we need to..."

   After all, he added mentally to himself, we're all merely pieces of someone's dejarik board.

EPILOGUE

From the Observations of the Watcher

   One has to wonder and ask, "Would the galaxy had thrived if all of its people stood united as one single faction?"

   It probably could have. But it would have never been able to happen.

   The way I see it, the people of the galaxy are like the snowflakes that fall on Ilum; each and every one is unique. They all have a set of qualities that differentiates them so much from the rest, you would be hard pressed to find two that were identical, and thus it would be difficult to make them work together.

   Then again, just like snowflakes, when you pile all of them together and mix them around...you realize that there's almost nothing that can set them apart.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Star Wars Invasion: Episode V, Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

   When Anakin finally came back to consciousness, he was laying on his back in a field of lush, green grass. Of course, a moment later, it turned into a shade of tan before vanishing entirely, leaving only patches of dirt behind.

   He sat up, surprised to feel the pain gone, to see Animus standing before him, his arms crossed and a nasty scowl on his face. Anakin suddenly found it difficult to swallow. 

   "I...take it that I've failed the trial."

   "Clearly," Animus growled.

   Anakin sat up and began rising to his feet. "What was I even supposed to accomplish?" he asked. "What was the purpose of that trial?"

   "To test your fear," Animus said. "I know why you tried to kill Vader. Because you were afraid of him."

   A Jedi knows no fear, echoed the tenants of the Jedi Code he had heard in the cave. Anakin hung his head in shame. 

   "You're right," he said. "I gave into my fear and anger. I suppose I was afraid of him trying to turn me to the dark side."

   Much to his surprise, Animus' face lost some of its hardness. "I understand," the shapeshifter said, his voice less gruff than usual. "Your parents gave you the name of one of the greatest Jedi Knights in the galaxy has ever know. You have quite a legacy to live up to."

   "Must I live up to it?" Anakin asked, lifting his head back up to look at Animus. "What if I try to do that and...become another Vader?"

   The last few words were spoken in a whisper, but were loud enough for Animus to hear.

   "Whether you fall to the dark side or not is, believe it or not, entirely up to you." In response to Anakin's confused look, he smirked. "There may be some people who would disagree with me, but the way I see it, your grandfather chose to fall to the dark side. He saw it as the only way to save his wife from death."

   The large man then stepped forward, staring hard into Anakin's eyes. "I know that you have...feelings for Lysira Naris. They may be simply feelings that you would reserve for a mere friend...for now. But be warned; she is, for lack of a better term, a Dark Jedi.

   "If you wish to stray away from the dark path, it would be wise of you to stay away from her."

   Anakin stared at him bemusedly. "How do you know so much about her?"

   Animus' expression darkened. "Because I have faced her before, on Kashyyyk."

   He turned around to walk away. "And she is not as innocent as you might think her to be."

*  *  *

   Why is it, Xanus Baran thought as he meditated alone his chambers, that when someone answers a question, they tend to always bring up more questions.

   When Tasen Denon had revealed that he was here to find and bring Jacen Solo back to his fellow Dark Jedi, the High Council had barraged him with more questions, none of which he would answer. The Jedi Masters then called for a 'recess', during which they would meditate on the situation. 

   Before leaving the Council Chambers, Tasen had said, "If you would like, if you agree on letting me take Solo, I will summon my masters here and have them explain everything to you...and perhaps return your missing Jedi."

   As much as it shamed Baran to admit it, the offer was a tempting one. If the Dark Jedi were willing to explain what was going on, then perhaps they were willing to help them in the Glorian War.

   Do not trust the dark side, the words of his later master rung in his head. Although they still rang true for any Jedi- or any being in the galaxy- Baran still couldn't help but wonder, Would both sides of the Force be able to unite to take on a threat greater even than the Sith?

   Before he could meditate further on this question, the door to his quarters opened and the Grand Master opened his eyes to see Master Kro Sadoon enter.

   "I have...given the situation some thought," said the Kel Dor Jedi Master. "And...I believe I have reached a solution of some sort."

   Baran looked up at him and frowned. "Does it involve us handing Jacen Solo over to these Dark Jedi?"

   Sadoon shook his head. "No- at least not particularly. Instead, I believe we can negotiate a compromise with Tasen Denon."

   Baran rose to his feet. "And just what sort of compromise do you have in mind."

   Sadoon tilted his head. "I believe it would be best if we summoned the others back to the Council Chambers."

*  *  *

   The tall man led Wallen, Xemer, and Kane down a series of hallways, which were all connected together to form a complex labyrinth. The dark walls with red drapes gave it a rather eerie appearance to Wallen. They finally arrived at a door, where a humanoid man stood at its entrance, a gray hood concealing a portion of his face. 

   "Password," the man croaked, sounding almost as old as the Woostoid who had greeted them.

   "Donec apoka," the cloaked man said in a language Wallen did not recognize. The hooded being slowly stepped aside and allowed the four of them to pass through the now opening door. 

   Beyond the portal, they found themselves in a barely-lit circular chamber, where Wallen could make out the silhouettes of six figures.

   "My brethren," the large man said, his voice booming off the walls. "I have with me...the Skywalker."

   Murmurs erupted from the obscured beings. Wallen glanced at Kane, who seemed to be just as perplexed as he was.

   Finally, one of the six figures spoke, their feminine sounding voice directed at Kane. "What brings you here before us?"

   Clearing his throat, Kane said, "Galactic Alliance Intelligence found evidence that connected several Jedi disappearances to a planet in the Esstran sector, after following the Daragon trail."

   "Which was what we wanted," said a second voice, a male one. "We wanted you to come to us, Skywalker."

   Kane frowned, staring coldly in the direction the voice had come from. "If you're planning on turning me back to the dark side, then forget it. I've been to it before and I don't plan on returning."

   The same voice laughed, causing Wallen to shudder slightly. "Do not worry. We do not wish to turn you to the darkness. At the moment, anyway..."

   "What Master Viron means," a third voice said, "is that you are required for an event that will affect the galaxy-"

   "All right, can the space trash!" Wallen snapped. "Can't you just explain everything to us simply, without all of the vagueness and creepiness?"

   The gathered beings were silent. Xemer and Kane were staring at him in astonishment, while the large man who had led them here remained expressionless.

   Then, much to Wallen's own surprise, one of the beings laughed. It wasn't a mirthful one, but it didn't give Wallen any bad feelings either.

   "You did not let him finish," the fourth voice said. "The event which we are referring to is a meeting between your Jedi Order and ours."

   A figure leaned forward in the shadows and Wallen could see a strange mask appear from the darkness.

   "Trust me. Everything will be explained in time."

Star Wars Invasion: Episode V, Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

   During his training under Jedi Battlemaster Kyle Katarn, Anakin had been considered one of the most skilled lightsaber duelists at the Jedi Temple. Even the more skilled duelists such as Masters Gaaraddik and Plun Kil had commended him for his skills in the Niman lightsaber form.

   However, pitted against this phantom of Darth Vader, he was just as inexperienced as a mere Padawan. The Dark Lord of the Sith was ferocious and brutal with his attacks in the Shien/Djem So form. With every attack Anakin made against him, Vader countered it with something more powerful and enhanced by the Force.

   And as if that was not enough to wear Anakin down, the Dark Lord's taunts would have to suffice.

   "Your powers are weak," Vader said coldly. "Your moves lack coordination and focus."

   As if to prove his point, he responded to a sideways slash from Anakin by hitting the Jedi's lightsaber blade hard enough to send it flinging from his hand. The Sith then summoned it towards him with the Force, holding both lightsabers in the Jar'Kai technique, crossed at Anakin's neck.

   "Concede defeat," Darth Vader murmured, "and I might spare you as a reward for your dignity."

   In spite of his tired body, Anakin felt the Force well within him. Was it determination that was provoking it? Or...ire?

   Whatever it was, he released the built up power as a burst of pressurized air that launched Vader off his feet, the two lightsabers flying out of his hand. As the two weapons clattered to the ground, Anakin called his own back to him with the Force and it shot right into his hand. Igniting its azure blade, he then charged towards Vader, who still laid helplessly on the ground.

   Just as Anakin raised his blade to strike the defenseless Sith Lord, the other forlorn lightsaber flew through the air and into Vader's right hand. The obsidian knight then activated its scarlet blade and blocked Anakin's descending one.

   "I thought a Jedi was not supposed to give into his anger," the Dark Lord said quietly.

   Before Anakin could respond, the Sith Lord unleashed a Force burst that pushed him into the air, rocking the cave's walls at the same time. As Anakin landed hard onto the ground, causing pain to shoot through his entire body, Vader rose to his feet and slowly walked towards his defeated opponent. 

   "Does my son's Jedi Order not continue to uphold the ancient values of the Jedi?" he asked. "Is the new generation not restrained from killing unarmed beings?"

   Anakin cringed at the pain as he tried to speak. "But...you're not real. You...you're just a phantom."

   "Am I?" Vader said quietly. He crouched down before Anakin, his loud breathing hissing into his ear.

   "I may be dead," the Dark Lord whispered, his voice sending chills through Anakin's body. "But does that make me any less real than I was before my demise?"

   Anakin did not reply, the pain in his back becoming too unbearable for him to even speak. As his consciousness began to fade, he heard his grandfather's final words.

   "I was hoping that you would not completely live up to my name and make the same mistakes I did. I am yet to be satisfied..."

*  *  *

   "I have a bad feeling about this."

   Wallen glanced at Xemer as they walked off the ship. "You couldn't wait to say that until after we reached the building?"

   The Kel Dor shrugged. "I figured that, by then, it would be an understatement."

   As the three of them began walking towards the towering temple, Kane slowly began to stagger his steps, clutching his temple as if in pain.

   "What's wrong?" Wallen asked.

   "They're calling to me," the Jedi Knight murmured. "I can hear their voices."

   Xemer's face creased with concern as he looked at Wallen. "Is he all right?"

   "I'm fine," Kane said hastily, releasing his grip on his head. "Let's just keep going."

   They began to cross the short, ruined street, stepping over the disembodied heads of long forgotten statues and nearly tripping over vine growths. Once they had arrived at the palace, which, to Wallen's suspicion, had an unguarded entrance, Kane lightly knocked on the door.

   Not to anyone's surprise, no one answered.

   Xemer made a noise which sounded like a scornful snot. "That is not how you knock on a door."

   He moved Kane aside and began to bang rambunctiously on the door. "THIS IS THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE!" he cried at the top of his lungs. "OPEN UP IMMEDIATELY!"

   Wallen gave his partner an admonishing look. "Are you trying to get us in a rut?"

   Xemer raised up his hands, the closest he could achieve an innocent look. "Hey, at least it'll get them to notice us, which is what we wanted, right?"

   Sure enough, the two large doors of the temple's entrance began to open, albeit slowly. Wallen was about to make a comment about the pointless drama when the doors finally parted fully to reveal an elderly female Woostoid. 

   "May I help you?" she asked, her quiet voice crackling with age.

   "Yes, you may," Wallen said, speaking before Xemer could try another one of his 'techniques'. "We would like to speak with your...master."

   The aging Woostoid stared blankly at him, her wrinkled face and black orbs for eyes betraying no emotion at all. "May you give me a good explanation on why you seek my masters' audience? Can you not give me a message to relay?"

   Wallen folded his arms across his chest. "I am quite certain this will be worth his or her time. Tell them that it concerns a certain group of missing Jedi."

   The Woostoid continued to stare without emotion, her eyes seeming to flicker between Wallen, Xemer, and Kane. Finally, her voice quieter than before, she said, "Wait here."

   After the aged being had closed the doors while she went to get her master, Wallen turned to Xemer and smiled.

   "See? Volume and forcefulness isn't always necessary to achieve the results you desire."

   The Kel Dor lieutenant crossed his arms. "Calm and collected didn't exactly help us on Nal Yeshu-"

   "That doesn't count," Wallen said, a bit too hastily. "Besides, that was thirteen years ago. How do you even remember that?"

   Before Xemer could reply, the large doors opened back up again. However, instead of the old Woostoid, the three men saw a tall, burly man clad in black robes and crimson armor. Upon seeing the trio, a mirthless smile crossed his dark skinned face.

   "Ah, it's about time you arrived. We've been expecting you."

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   Author's note: Yeah, I usually refrain from using all caps lock, but it just seemed appropriate for this chapter.