LOL! I've changed my whole mind on the storyline.
;D I've just started typing and i've come up with a chapter 1.
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Run. Don’t stop. Keep going. “I can’t!” She tripped on a root and fell flat on her face. She was out of breath, tired, bleeding. She just wanted to lie there and fall asleep. But she couldn’t. If she did, she was dead. She mustered all of her strength and heaved herself up. She was too late. They were here. She turned and ignited her lightsaber, illuminating her surroundings with the yellow blade. They took aim and fired. She put up some resistance, deflecting bolts back at them, killing a few, but she was too tired. A shearing pain was sent through her thigh. She fell to the ground, she couldn’t move her leg. She looked up to see a shadowed figure standing over her, pointing a blaster rifle in her face . . . and fired.
She screamed and sat up. She was sweating uncontrollably and was gripping her lightsaber. Her master was sitting at the desk next to the door. “You ok?” he asked.
She looked around and realized where she was. “I’m fine, Olan. Just a bad dream.” She placed the lightsaber back on the nightstand and rolled back over. “Dreams will pass in time. Some are to be ignored, some are not,” he said. He rolled back over and propped herself up with her arm. “It was just a dream, no big deal,” she lied. Inside she was terrified, scared, and confused. She rolled back over and fell back to sleep.
Her master went back to fiddling with the holodisk. He wasn’t even sure if there really was a purpose for this mission, that is, being on Dathomir. The council’s last words before shipping him here was ‘your objectives will become clear once you arrive.’ They’ve been on Dathomir for three months, he hasn’t found anything. There was no strategic value on Dathomir, nine/tenths of the planet was uncharted and unexplored. The last mission he was put in charge of he had lost his padawan . . . his first padawan. He loved Dom. He had his eye on him ever since he came to the temple. He missed his optimistic attitude, his ‘method’ of doing things. It always made Olan feel more secure.
His new padawan wasn’t that way. She was reckless, stubborn, and never seemed to want to get to know Olan. She had lost her master in a previous mission also. Olan guessed they would be a perfect fit for each other. He thought wrong. They were complete opposites and shared nothing other than they both being Jedi.
This holodisk should be the answer to the problem he had. Why was he here? They just shipped him and his new padawan off to some wayward planet in search for that which he knew not how to find or what to look for. The disk must have some importance, he thought. He found it on the corpse of a Neimoidian he delivered justice to after taking this camp. The jedi did not believe in killing their prisoners, but Olan believe that all’s fair in love and war, and he sure didn’t love that Neimoidian. The council was very cautious about Jedi Knight Olan Thos. Some didn’t even concider him a Jedi. Some said he didn’t deserve the title. All that didn’t matter to him, the only thing he cared about now was the task at hand, this holodisk. He tweaked the tires around and the holodisk activated. Olan smiled, and the blue light brightened up the room. “I’ve found it,” he said to himself. He skimmed through it then turned it off and set it on the table. Dathomir’s moon was full and shining in all of its glory. He crashed in the cot next to Corana’s and began to recap the day’s events until he dozed off.
The next boring the two woke to blaster fire and explosions. They jumped up and peered out of the window. CIS battle droids were pouring into the plaza like they normally do, like blind machines they are. Corana opened the door to the shack and ran towards the action, followed closely by a squad of clones from the other building. Olan was right behind her. He stopped and looked back at the holodisk, grabbed it and tucked it into his robe and ignited his lightsaber, and then he too joined the battle.
The clones were already engaging upon the droids position. Ever since Olan saw them he was amazed but their skills in combat. He approached the Commander, who at the moment was letting his blaster rifle speak for him while kneeling behind a cargo crate. The droids were dropping fast. That was the strategic value of droids, they could be rebuilt. Lives could not. Yet these were Clones, couldn’t they just make more clones? They were dieing quickly as well.
A clone chucked an EMP grenade and it rolled under a droideka and detonated. It exploded and sent shrapnel everywhere destroying a few droids and some clones that were taking cover near a building. Another wave of droids came through the entrance and gunned down another clone or two before being finished off.
“Good day Commander Daylan,” Olan yelled over the blaster fire, deflecting a blaster bolt that was sent whirling towards the Clone Commander back at the droid that fired it, obliterating the droid. “Greetings Master Thos, any progress with the objectives?” he yelled through the intercom while gunning down another droid. “Yes, I’ve found our objectives. We should get to carrying them out as soon as possible,” he yelled. The droids stopped advancing. “Move up!” Daylan yelled. Simultaneously the clones flanked the plaza and took position near the plaza entrance.
Corana was outside the plaza walls taking her blade to the metal. She deflected two blaster bolts then rolled and jumped into the air bringing her blade through a droid then coming down on another, destroying that one as well. Olan and the clones soon joined her and they finished off the remaining droid patrol with no problem. The camp settled and the clones set up guard around the camp. Daylan and Olan settled in the makeshift bunker to discuss things.
“I’ve finally got this blasted holodisk to work,” he said. Olan removed the chip from the holodisk and inserted it in the huge holopanel. “Here’s a map of Dathomir. We’re here,” he pointed. The droids seem to be coming from these two areas, this forest and this mountain. Whatever’s there I don’t know but that’s out best bet.”
Commander Daylan removed his helmet and eyed Olan. ‘You want me to send my soldiers into uncharted landscape not knowing here we’re going and without knowing what we’re looking for?” Corana interrupted. “Sir we don’t even know why we’re here, much less what we’re looking for. So I suggest you-”
Olan held up a hand. “Do not speak out of turn. Remember your place and remain silent.” Corana hesitated. “I’m sorry master Thos.”
Olan turned back to Daylan. “This is our best bet, commander. Take it or leave it.” The clone commander looked into Olan’s eyes. “We’ll leave at 0600 tomorrow.” Olan smiled. “Thanks Daylan.”
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