Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 16:07:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: A.B. <ckskb1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Star Wars: Darklight Chapter 1: Fall, Ruin and Death , gay, young-friends + science fiction/fantasy

Star Wars: Darklight
Chapter 1: Fall, Ruin and Death

This story is 100% fictional.

This story will feature sexual scenes between minors of various ages so if
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Author's note:

Like many I am a fan of the Star Wars universe. A warning though as much as
I am a fan I am not a fanatic or a "fanboy", this means my information and
knowledge is not complete, it's not as someone's who has read all of the
graphic novels, read the books etc. I have only seen the movies as well as
played the video games and seen the TV series, so expect that I will not
blindly follow the "canon" or the "history" as given by the series, movies
etc. I will, but to the point where it helps the plot, from that on my
imagination will do the rest.  For this story I was inspired by the end of
Revenge of the Sith when a teenage-looking Jedi saves Senator Organa and
dies in the process and I thought "No, I'd love it somehow if that boy had
survived and then later helped Luke with rebuilding the Jedi Order. So from
this thought this story is born although as you'll soon discover it takes
place many, many years later.

May the force be with you and I hope you enjoy the story.


Star Wars: Darklight.

The Galactic Republic has stood for three thousand years, Ever since Luke
Skywalker and Rey Skywalker took down the First Order, after the
destruction of the Galactic Empire and the Imperial Remnants.  For three
thousand years the New Jedi Order kept the peace from the new Jedi Temple
in Tython and the Republic Ruled with the Senate from New Alderaan, a newly
discovered blue planet in the Hosean System near Nar Shaddaa.  For three
thousand years the Jedi have thought the Sith all but extinct but the dark
side can never really be defeated, just like the light cannot be.  In the
outer reaches of the undiscovered regions and the rim, darkness has
festered and now it strikes.  Under the command of Darth Solus and his
master Darth Incendius the Sith attack starts to unfold and the first
Systems fall to the dark side.  The Republic is deadlocked in senate
hearings, deliberations and committees and is late to respond to the Sith
onslaught.  After a year of fighting New Alderaan falls in a surprise
massive attack and the Republic forces scatter.  Light years away in Tython
the Sith launch a stealth attack at the very heart of the Jedi order, the
Jedi temple.  All inside the temple are murdered, all but a young Padawan
named Tern Amargo.  Tern tries to help some of his fellow younglings escape
as their world comes down all around them.

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"RUN! Run for the shuttle! I'll hold `em off!" Tern yelled at the
younglings behind him. He himself was no older than twelve, waving his
training lightsaber at the enemies before him.

These soldiers had not the usual white armour of years past but a new sleek
and polished black armour.  Tern pivoted around slicing a head off and
blocking rifle shots. His training was incomplete at best but he could not
leave those younger and weaker than him to their fate. The enemy troops and
assassins were killing all in their path.

"Someone kill the fucking brat already!" Someone screamed behind him.

Turning around he cut off an arm fending off more blaster shots, one after
another, the dorm room was alight from his lightsaber's blue blade and the
red laser shoots.

"AGGHHH!" He fell to the ground clutching his right shoulder with his left
hand, a shot had hit him square on his shoulder. He gritted his teeth and
holding his hands in clenched fists, he stretched them outwards pushing the
soldiers back and throwing them against the walls of the dorm room using
force push.

"Karek, take the rest of the young..." He barely had enough time to see a
ray of red come through his right shoulder before pain shot all over him.

He fell down feeling life ebb away from him. The understanding of time fled
from his mind and he had no idea how much of it had passed before he felt
warmth inside his chest. He heard muffled voices.

"What are we supposed to do with this one? He's still alive." A male voice
asked, obviously someone else.

Another male voice replied. "Throw him in the incinerator with the other
bodies, a Sith can't find a proper apprentice these days...give someone a
lightsaber and he can't even kill a Padawan properly I should kill him
myself but no, let him burn alive for the glory of the New Shadow Empire."
The disembodied voice said before breaking into laughter.

He felt a breath near his ear then that same voice started whispering to
him. "Can you feel it? Can you feel the power of the dark side? The hatred?
The pull of death? Agree to be my apprentice, agree to submit to the Dark
and I'll spare your life."

Tern had no strength more than to just nod "no".

"So be it." Tern felt himself weightless, almost flying for a split second
before he fell on something soft.

He, again had no idea how much time had passed when he heard screams in the
distance.

"We must go help." One of the two Dark-armoured soldiers said to the other.

"If we don't burn these bodies Darth Solus will flay us alive." The other
one said.

"And if the remaining Jedi are pushing back? If we are defeated what do you
think his "majesty" will do to us, then?" The first one replied back.

"Fine, what about the barely alive one?"

"What about the little shit? He's almost dead. Even if he manages to get up
and start walking there's nowhere to go. We control the planet, there's a
blockade forming in orbit. We have control of the temple's upper and middle
floors. There's nowhere for him to go before someone finds and kills him."
The soldiers laughed and left.

Tern could feel what little life he had left drain little by little.

He did not need a voice in his mind telling him he had to leave. Every move
he made, every single one of them caused him pain. He stood up from the
pile of corpses, feeling bile rise from his stomach as he looked upon the
bodies of those he had known all his life as far back as he could
remember. Turning around he started walking, his hands on his shoulder and
supported himself against the wall.

"Upper and middle floors? The Council's Hangar-bay is in the lower
floor...must get there." Using Force sense to detect the enemy soldiers and
Sith Assassins he very slowly and with great agony reached the lower levels
of the temple. Twice he almost stumbled upon enemy soldiers. Trying not
whimper and groan the whole way he finally boarded one of the remaining
V-Wings.

"Give me a break..." He groaned when he tried to power it up and found it
voice locked. He broke open the panel and started working on the cables
with his vision starting to blur.

Finally, the ship powered up and started to hover.

"Hey! That V-Wing is trying to escape! Blast it!" He heard voices from
outside, then the ship rocked as blaster fire hit it.

Tern lost no time and floored the thruster, "Astromech, fire at them." He
ordered the astromech which beeped, chirped and lowered the rail-turbolaser
gun for ground targets and started firing at the enemy soldiers as the ship
sped away.

The shaking and vibrating of leaving the Atmosphere gave way when they
escaped Tython's atmosphere.

"Yes, I see themYB-9, get us out of here...no I don't know Illum's
coordinates, don't you? ... What do you mean you don't have them? Ugh
Stupid droid, get us out of here, any inhabitable planet will do!" Tern
talked to his astromech, while trying to patch up his shoulder. He shot
himself with an injection of insta-life to regulate his heartbeat and stop
him from dying of internal-bleeding and bandaged his shoulder. He had to
find a medic center or it could get infected, but first he had to escape
the enemy Capital ships that were taking place in orbit around the planet
for a blockade. The temple was not the only building in Tython.

The Incoming ships were huge. Tern could not be sure of their exact size
but he estimated them roughly around 2 kilometers in length. They had the
known wedge shape except for a spherical underbelly and a hole in the front
of the ship instead of a conical shaped ending.

"So many of them..." Tern thought as his ship jumped to hyperspace. Sleep
overtook him.

Alarms and YB-9's beeps and screams woke him up. "YB-9, what is going on?
What is this planet?"  YB-9 beeped something.

"What do you mean you don't know and we're crashing on the planet's
surface? How could you have hyperspace jumped us here if you don't know
what...or where here is?" YB-9 beeped some more.

"What do you mean random guess? Navigation and engines are malfunctioning
from soldier fire? Well we're about to crash on the planet's surface, do
something!" Tern yelled and the V-Wing continued to plunge into the desert
planet's atmosphere.

Tern pushed back on the throttle trying to get the nose of the fighter up,
"come...on...already...I did NOT survive the Sith to die in a fucking
crash!" YB-9 fired the reverse thrusters just as the fighter grazed the
sand and dragged on it until it finally came to a halt.

"Yes, I know we're leaking fuel, yes, I know we're about to become
bantha-fodder!"

"The eject won't work..." Tern murmured, getting a glimpse of the leaking
fuel in the corner of his eye.

He tried banging, pressing and pushing on the glass to no avail before in a
rush of adrenaline and despair he "pushed" by use of the force, smashing
the glass just enough for him to fit through.

He jumped off landing on his stomach a few meters away.

"Ugh...come on YB-9, get out of there arl..." The explosion caught him
mid-sentence sending him flying back and landing him flat on his back.

He stood up dusting his clothes, groaning. "Well...I better find some kind
of sentient civilization or I won't last long here. I've never seen so much
sand before." Tern thought as he hugged his shoulder and started
walking. Everywhere his eyes could see he could see sand and only sand. He
had no compass and he was way too tired to even try any force related
powers. He had no idea what the time was in this planet so he walked
slowly, to conserve energy until night fell. He had nothing with which to
light a fire so he lay on the warm sand and cried himself to sleep.

"I have been walking without end for two days and nights now...If I don't
find something to drink soon I'll die of dehydration...I suppose as deaths
go it's not the most horrible one." Tern felt strangely calm about
dying. He took a breath and kept walking.

Half a day later he saw smoke columns rising in the horison.

A few minutes later he saw a rock valley extend below the dunes and in the
middle a settlement, not a large settlement but large enough to have a
small starport. It was currently empty.

"Water, can I have some water please?" He asked a vendor, a
disfigured-looking male human.

"Five Credits." Tern paid him, he knew he was getting reaped off but he had
not the strength for barter.  "Do you know where I can buy a freighter
ticket out of here?"

"Only star-pirates and smugglers come around these part of the Galaxy you
don't need a ticket young one, you need a miracle. You can find more
information in the local watering hole. I would not trust the tavern's
owner if I were you." The shop owner told him.

Tern nodded and left. "I trust no one."

"Some food and something to drink." The tavern owner turned to see the
young battered teen. A smirk appeared on his lips.

The Iktotchi [Horned humanoid alien species] served Tern up, a small plate
of something that looked like food and a ceramic cup of a quasi-viscus
liquid.

Tern paid, got the trey with the food and drink and sat on a table, wolfing
down the meager food, nearly vomiting from the speed and the hunger. The
tavern owner sat opposite to him crossing his hands in front of him.

"What is a youngling Jedi doing out here in the outer rim?" The man asked
him calmly.

Tern tried to not show his surprise. "I am not a Jedi, youngling or not."
He denied his existence.

"Those robes, that haircut, but if you say so...what are you doing here, in
the outer rim?"

"I live in the other side of the planet, what is it to you?" Tern asked
casually.

"I know all that goes on in this settlement." The man replied, his hand
rubbed up against Tern's.

"Obviously not all. I want passage out of this wasteland."

"I can get you a ticket if you want. It'll cost you though."

Tern smiled, he knew the man was lying. "Bullshit, only pirates and
smugglers come in this planet."  The owner was caught by surprise but
bounced back quickly.

"You are tired child and have been caught a fool. There is a freighter
coming tomorrow. Let's get you some sleep and tomorrow I'll gift you the
ticket." The man told him.

Tern did not like the man, there was something...slimy about him.

"Yes, I could do with the rest." Tern replied leaving things vague
enough. He needed the rest but he did not trust the man, and from the shop
owner's information earlier he knew the Iktotchi was lying to him.

The tavern owner nodded and stood up. Tern studied him, he was tall,
standing at about one hundred and ninety centimeters, with dual horns
coming out of the top of his head and going down on the sides of his
face. He had strong, powerful-looking arms and muscles of a man who has
worked with manual labour all his life.

Tern finished his drink, he did not like the flavour and stood up. He
headed for the upper floors and the rooms.

The man followed him. Tern felt uncomfortable.

"This is your room. Do you have credits to pay with? You don't look like
you have much?" The Iktotchi man pressed closer to him.

"How much is the room?" Tern asked.

"Fifty Credits." Tern almost chocked on his saliva.

"I can buy a fucking speeder with that kind of money! I won't pay more than
10 credits and it's still a steal!" Tern tried to haggle.

The tavern owner did not even laugh or blink. "That's the price kid, pay or
leave."

"I can sleep for free." In an act of despair Tern tried his luck in Jedi
mind-tricking the guy.

The man laughed, "So you "are" a Jedi youngling. Not that easy to trick me
little one. If you have no money there's other ways to pay with."

"What? Like clean dishes or something?" Tern tried to give him the benefit
of the doubt.

The man laughed again. "No, boy, that's what cleaning droids are for, I
mean with your sweet-looking body.  Drop them robes and let me have some
fun, then you can sleep the rest of the night for free." The Iktotchi held
on to his hand by his elbow. Tern took a deep breath and jerked his hand
trying to leave.

"No, thank you, I'll sleep elsewhere then." The man held tightly on to his
hand and shoved him in the room closing the door behind them.

"There's nowhere else boy, now be a good boy and get down on your knees for
me, there's a dick to be sucked here."

"I said no." Tern tried again to leave. The man slapped him hard across his
face sending him back on his back.

"Well. If you're gonna be such a little bitch, grab on to my horns whore
`cause you're in for a fucking ride!"  the man grabbed him by his neck
holding him up. Tern felt his heart rising and he lost it.

In a rush of adrenaline, exhausted and in despair, Tern force-pushes the
Iktotchi back, smashing him up against the door. "You, you would rape me, a
child?!" There was cold fury in Tern's eyes, the man tried standing up but
he was lifted off his feet as Tern started to force-choke him.

Tern realised what he was doing and shoving the man against the far wall to
the right he darted out, ran down the stairs and left the establishment.

He ran to the opposite end of the settlement and hid behind some crates and
rubbish containers, waiting for nightfall there.

As night fell he was quick to fall asleep, an uneasy sleep full of
tormenting dreams.

In one dream he was standing inside a burial chamber the tomb was huge,
full of tall walls and statues of hooded figures looking down at him. A
deep, ethereal voice calling to him.

In another dream he was killing Karek, a youngling friend of his back in
Tython, with a double-bladed lightsaber.

In another dream he was killing Jedi knights. That last one woke him, it
was still dark but it would not be dark for long. Tern could tell that
dawn-break was near.

He stretched and groaned in pain. "I used an ability of the dark side of
the force...does that make me a Sith?  I don't feel like a Sith...don't'
want to be one or give in to hatred and anger...I won't give in to those
feelings, but...what if denying them is not the solution either...bah!
Remember your training Tern. Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet
knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the
Force." He admonished himself for his thoughts, reiterated the altered
version of the Jedi Creed that younglings recite during the initiate trials
and stood up.

He walked to the small-sized starport and saw the freighter landing.

"What's this? What are you doing here squirt?" A large human man stood on
the ramp as it lowered.

"I want passage to the next planet of your voyage." Tern requested
confidently.

"No. Come on boys offload the cargo, let's get paid and leave this barren
rock." The captain told him before ordering his crew about. The crew
started offloading the cargo while the captain chatted with another
long-necked alien before the long-necked alien paid him.

"I better not try to mind trick him...there's a lot of others present and
after my failure last night..." Tern thought before turning to the captain
again. "I am no squirt, and I can pay for my passage, with labour if need
be."

The Captain turned to see him laughing. "What can you possibly do at this
young age? I'm not running an interstellar boy-brothel you know."

"That's not what I had in mind, and if you tried to touch me in this way I
would kill you," Tern spoke softly but with as much confidence as he could
muster.

The captain along with other members of his crew laughed. Tern continued
speaking.

"I can fight just as good as any of them and I am an expert in reading
facial expressions and body language, for example that one would have
gladly paid one thousand credits more for the cargo you just delivered to
him."

The captain stopped laughing and looked at the young teen intensely before
grinning. "Fine, a test then." He grabbed a pipe that was lying around and
threw it at Tern. Tern grabbed it. "Gravira Tharon, come here please." A
Caamasi woman came closer to them.

"Tell me what she thinks of me." Tern failed to see the captain winking at
her.

Tern stepped closer to her studying her deeply.

"She...fears you," he watched at her face, "and hates you," he saw her
clenching her claws, "and she does not respect your leadership or you. If
it wasn't for the fear and her apparent cowardice she'd have challenged you
a good lon..." She attacked him bearing forth her talons and sharp
teeth. He deflected and parried her attacks dashing left and right.  The
biggest effort went not to deflecting her, even in his weakened state he
was a Jedi Padawan and could have defeated her easily, but he did not want
to reveal his origins and abilities to smugglers. It was this distraction
and his state of injury and general fatigue that allowed her to sweep his
feet from under him, disarming him from the pipe he was holding.

The captain laughed. "Okay kid, you can handle yourself, I guess we can
take you along with us for a few jumps. Name's Captain Jeral and my ship's
the "exiled beauty". Now jump in, Gravira Tharon here will show you to your
bunkbed," the captain told him and boarded the ship.

Tern said nothing as he boarded the freighter.

The freighter rambled as the engines turned on.

Tern watched the planet disappear out of a porthole.

Tern's first assignment was to defraud a merchant out of as much gold as he
could. Considering the boy's unwillingness to use the Jedi mind trick it
proved a much tougher assignment than he had anticipated. The mission after
that they had to escape a Republic cruiser after stealing cargo from some
of the freighters it was guarding. Tern kept trying to help by reading the
minds and expressions of those the captain was doing business with, but it
was increasingly obvious that he did not like being with this crew and that
the captain knew of it and was keeping him preoccupied.

A month later they landed on a swamp world, the whole planet was a swamp,
forest and sea. "I don't know what I hate more...desert planets or swamp
ones..." Tern muttered. One of the crew sniggered like he knew something.

"Captain..." Tern acknowledged the man.

"Come with me boy." Jeral told him and started walking with Gravira and a
couple of others.

"Where to?"

"Just follow me, child." Tern could feel, even untrained as he was, that
something was just not right.

"Oba Feh, my good and old friend, how is the trade going?" Jeral asked
another female human.

"Oh you know...slaves never actually go out of fashion, at least not out
here in the rim." Oba smiled.

"Is this the child you were telling me of? I have a few Sith buyers who
will pay handsomely for this one.  They appear to be buying force-sensitive
slaves by the bucket".

Tern's face blanched out. "You...you can't sell me as a slave...I'm a
member of the crew ain't I?" He took a step back, his eyes darting all over
trying to find escape routes.

"No, youngling, you are not, I was just using you while I negotiated a good
deal with the Sith. These things take time, so here we are." Jeral grinned.

"No, I will not be sold into slavery." Tern turned to leave but Jeral
grabbed his elbow, turned him round and slapped him throwing him
stomach-first on the floor.

"No, not again, never again, no one will touch me like this again." Tern
spoke before unleashing a force-push wave, and rising to his feet he
started force choking Jeral.

Jeral was almost dead, life choked out of him when something hard impacted
the back of Tern's head.

He woke up in the hangar, above him stood Jeral and two Sith Assassins.

"Master Insidious will be most pleased." One of the Assassins spoke and
kicked Tern on his ribs.

Tern's hands were focused in loosening his binds.

The Assassins loaded him to their ship and paid Jeral. Tern waited, he knew
the ship would have life pods, so he waited until they arrived near orbit
on the next planet. Breaking his binds, he force-pushed the two soldiers
guarding him and ran to the life pods bay. He jumped in one and activated
it.


End of chapter 1.  I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed
writing it and that you felt what I felt while writing it.

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