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"Gotta sit down" she thought "just for a minute"

Ahsoka found an old rusty bench on the side of the road she was on. It creaked as she sat down, but i didnt matter, her feet were too tired to care. she glanced up and watch as person after person passed by.

It took a moment, but she realized that this was the same bench she sat on years ago. It was almost poetic that she would return to this place. It was a day she could never forget, her fight with that assassin, when she met Kevin.


She reached deep into her pocket and pulled out an object in her hand. She opened up her hand and stared down at the ring Kevin gave to her, just hours before his death. She brushed off the dust off the shinning blue stone before gripping her hand back into a fist and slumped her head down.

"In breaking news,"

Ahsoka lifted her head and saw the screen across the street from her. It was the holo net news, with its normal anchorman sitting behind a clear desk covered with datapads, and a sign with the phrase "Breaking News" written in basic behind him.

"Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet, Darth Vader recently left a press conference, for reasons unknown."

The very mention of his name caused Ahsoka to flinch. Forcing herself to stand, she walked across the street, and watched as the anchorman continued.

"The conference was about the incident with the planet of Alderaan, four standard years ago. A
single pilot said he had proof that the Empire was behind its destruction. But before the pilot
could testify, Vader up and left, killing three guards who tried to stop him. At this moment,
he is heading for his own personal shuttle. Like everyone else out there, i can only wonder
what is so important."

Ahsoka was speechless. Could this had be the moment she has been waiting for?

"What the hell, got nothing left to loose." she thought.

She looked down and slipped the ring onto her left wedding ring finger, then headed off,
blending into the crowd of the busy street.

Pushing officer after officer out of his way, Vader reaches the landing pad with his personal
transport shuttle sitting on it, only to have another officer run up next to him.

"Lord Vader," the officer said "you must go through Imperial regulations before departing."

"I created that rule!" vader said while whipping around to the young man "It is mine to bend,
and mine to break!"

"As you command, Lord Vader." he said with fear in his voice

Vader turned away and left, leaving the officer standing there as he walked up the shuttles
entry ramp. Vader saw the pilot sitting in his usual spot at the controls.  

"Warm the hyperspace engines and prepare for flight, pilot."

He nodded before doing as ordered. Vader settled himself into one of the seats as the ship
started to rumble under his feet.

Ahsoka's head slammed against the wall of the cargo compartment she had crammed herself into.
The floor was shaking, and she suddenly felt light headed, meaning the ship was taking off.

This is it.

She reached out and blew out the door open with a telekinetic blast, then leaped out with
lightsaber igniting. She had hoped to catch Vader off guard, but he was already up with saber
in hand. She felt his confusion, but Ahsoka would let him figure it out.

She launched herself at him, closing their short distance in a second and slashing at him. With
the years of fighting stormtroopers, and jedi hunters Vader sent after her, Ahsoka's saber
skills had drastically increased. In her mind, she and Vader were now on even ground.

But that didnt mean she was better.

Every time she struck, he blocked. Every time he struck, she blocked. Neither could get an
advantage over the other.

"L-Lord Vader?" the pilot called out "What do you want me to-"

"Keep the ship airborne!" vader yelled over the clash of their sabers "I will deal with her!"

Vaders attacks suddenly doubled in strength. Perhaps he was only toying with her, and was
now showing his true power. He tried an overhand strike that would have surely bisected  
her, if she had not brought her own blade up to block it.

Ahsoka knew she had to gain the upper hand, so she Vader with a force-blast under the Sith Lords guard and sends him flying back, towards the cockpit. Vaders massive form crashed into the controls. He was unharmed, but his blade had cut through the bottom of the pilots chair, slicing his loyal pilot in half.

And unfortunately for Vader, his shuttle started into a nose dive back down into the city. Returning his focus to Ahsoka, he stood up but instead of Ahsoka, saw a large round metal piece lying on the floor.

He ran as fast as he could and looked up to see a large hole in the ceiling of his ship. Vader leaps up and out the hole, and found himself having to stick himself to the hull.

Even with the years of fighting, Ahsoka's force skills had progressed little, and it took all she had to simply cling herself to the ship. Unfortunately for her, Vader did not have that handicap, as he headed strait for her.

Vader lashed out, using both his size and her inability to move, to his advantage. She soon
resorted to making their blades clash. As the green and crimson blades sizzled between them,
Ahsoka noticed the buildings they were passing by, meaning that she would go down in a fiery
death, if she didnt jump ship.

Ahsoka broke off hers and Vaders exchange and leaped off the ship, hoping there was somewhere
to land.

And her faith was rewarded, as she guided herself towards a landing pad located on the side
of a building. She landed nimbly, thanks to the force, and turned to find Darth Vader was
already falling towards her, with the ship already out of sight.

She flipped herself back, barely missing being squashed by Vader, and retreated back several
feet. In the distance, she could hear the loud sound of metal crashing into something, followed
by a bright orange light bouncing off the buildings and a large pillar of smoke.

She wished she could have seen the explosion...

But Ahsoka didnt have time to think about that, as she launched herself at Vader. But found
herself swinging at air, as Vader lept up and landed behind her. She barely got her saber up
to block the first attack.

"So, wheres your apprentice?" she asked over their clashing sabers

"Dead" he answered, knocking her back

"More death, huh?" she said "arent you tired of it?"

The duel continued in the rhythmic dance of their blades. "All things of the Dark Side end in
death." he plainly said

"Exactly," she said, ducking down to avoid decapitation by his blade "Arent you sick of it

"Anakin Skywalker is dead!" he roared as she drove her back and closer to the ledge.

"No, he is'nt" she said "Lie to yourself all you want, but i know he's in there!"

Against the ledge, Ahsoka gives no more ground as the blades sizzled against each other.

"There is only darkness, Snips." he told her while trying to force their blades towards her

"Dennie it all you want, but i can feel you in there!" she said with her eyes watering "I can
feel the light in you, follow it Anakin! Let it fill you-"

"Enough!" he screamed, knocking her blade away and plunging his lightsaber square into her chest.

The air left her lungs as she let her lightsaber slip out of her grasp, causing the blade
to retract and the hilt hit the floor with a loud thud. Knowing it was over, Vader disengaged
his own saber and returned it to his belt.

Minutes passed as Ahsoka stood, saying nothing. Perhaps her state of shock caused her vocal
cords to tighten up?

"Anakin. . ." she whispered, sounding as though she barely had air to breath, let alone talk.
"I know you can hear me"

Her leg twitched towards the edge and Vaders heart skipped a beat in anticipation, but nothing
happened as she continued

"I dont know why you chose this path," she muttered "but whatever darkness holds you, i
know you'll break free. And when the moment comes where you have to choose, i know you'll
make things right."

She stared down at her her ring. Then ran her hand over the blue stone. "Im coming Kevie" she whispered

Ahsoka lets herself fall back and over the edge, sending herself falling down to the darkness
far below.

And here he was, standing alone on an old landing pad, with his shuttle in flames and his
apprentice from almost thirty years, was dead. Killed by his hand.

The sun was starting to set. Vader reached down and pulled his comnlink off from an array of
devices on his belt. "Captain," he said into the device "Prepare for my arrival, i will be
leaving immediately."

"Yes, my lord" the voice said over the comnlink

Putting the comnlink back on his belt, Vader departs from the landing pad. And with new, mixed
feelings,heads off to meet his dark master.

Its Here!

The Explosive Conclusion Of My 3 Part Series, Chronicles Of Ahsoka

I Dont Usually Mess With Timelines And Things Like That, But Im Putting This 2 Days Before Return Of The Jedi.

This Story Is In No Way Cannon In The Star Wars Universe.

Star Wars And All Its Characters Belong To George Lucas.

[Chapter 1]
[Chapter 2]
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The X-70 Phantom was cold and sterile, and it made Vector Hyllus's nose hurt as her took in the harsh smell of the cleaning chemicals the protocol droid had used to keep the ship clean after Kaliyo tromped through it in her muddy boots everyday. His enhanced sense picked up the pheromones and original chemicals scents, and it always made him slightly dizzy to think about them each as he did with the minds of the Killiks always curious to know more.

He was walking down the small corridor that lead to the cockpit, his boots echoing along the shining floors and his own entirely black eyes staring back at him, slightly distorted from the shimmering metal of the walls. He reached the end of the hallway and stood soundlessly in that Killik way of his in the doorway, watching her with a gaze more perceptive than any other mans.

He could see the rich colors that danced together in her hair like no human truly could. There were different shades of browns, from dark chocolate to lighter shades and highlights. She had it pulled back in that military way of hers, a tight pony tail. But, letting her rebellious colors shine through, her bangs hung loosely and some small strands had gotten free of her thin leather cord.

Her silvery-blue crystalline eyes, sometimes as cold and sharp as ice, but sometimes...only for him...they were warm and turned to steamy blues. She had full lips and wore little make-up, her face naturally beautiful, even to someone who didn't have his enhanced vision. The only thing that most people thought marred her were the three, long, vertical, jagged slashes that tore down the left side of her face. She wore her scars like badges of honor, and too him, they only perfected what was already flawless.

She had lost a lot of weight in the past few months, and she was thinner than ever before, her trying ordeal in the SIS as an undercover double agent for the Empire having drained her physically and mentally. She was exhausted, and he could only admire her for lasting  as long as she had. She had been mind-controlled, the Empire's own technology they had implanted in her skull to control her if she became too powerful and learned too much had been found out by the Republic and turned against them. She had been left a powerless, helpless pawn. And no one had been the wiser. Even he had thought she was just acting strangely, but no. She had been unable to speak to anyone, for they had put in place a block in her mind to keep her from speaking and disobeying. She still hadn't told the full story of how she had awoken from her own mind trap. But, he just was glad she was safe.

Vector himself was a Killik joiner. A human Imperial who had been bound to the Killik Pheromones and had joined their hive mind. Even now, he could hear there whispering about her, her bravery, strength, and power. Always her power.

Ignoring them as best he could and slightly repressing the bond, he cleared his throat gently, causing her to look up from the trance she had been in, starring out at the glowing planet of Nar Shaddaa from the pilot's chair, where the rest of her crew was enjoying the leave she had been given by Keeper to recuperate from her trying ordeal. She rose slowly and in that graceful way she had, like a cat, slinking and sly, as she looked at him, inspecting his black eyes, with no white and no pupil, and his smooth-shaven and firm face.

"Vector." she smiled her rare smile, one he only ever got to see, and crossed her arms over her chest. He was a pleasing sight to her sore eyes, and part of her was glad he had decided not to join Kaliyo, Dr. Lokin, and Ensign Temple on Nar Shaddaa's dangerous surface.

"I'm sorry," she said, her sly smile widening as he stepped closer, within touching distance, and she got a whiff of his strange, and intoxicating scent. It was something she couldn't describe, but it was the most appealing thing in the world, and she inhaled deeply as he returned her smile confidently, bowing with his right hand over his heart in his Killik tradition.

"I'd forgotten you'd wanted to talk to me when the others were gone," she continued hurridly, trying to convey her serious apologies. "I've got time now, if you'd still like to..." she trailed off, nonchalantly leaning back against the back of the pilot's chair, and brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes and trailing her fingers across her scars in the process. Vector laughed that soft laugh of his, it was very charming and very boyish, and she loved the sound of it more than air itself.

"Yes, but we'd like some privacy," he stated, speaking in his usual way, referring to the whole hive rather than himself as an individual. "No crew members, no Killiks, no emergencies...if you could arrange it..." he looked at her uncertainly, not sure of what to say to her, to convey the feelings they had only been able to share in fleeting moments just before something life or death had happened, or just before something terrible occurred in the hive.  

She was quite for a long period of time, and he was worried that she hadn't understood him. And that, if she had, she would say no. Or that she would worst of all...hate him for suggesting it. Her large eyes remained focused on him, scanning his face calculatingly, but not in an unkind or cruel way. She had all the love in the world in her gaze, and suddenly, a hope began to rise in him that maybe...just maybe...she would feel the same way.

Finally, she answered, slowly at first, but then a teasing smile broke out onto her face and he had to strain to keep from breathing a sigh of relief.

"I can arrange it," she whispered, still staring up at him in a way anyone but Vector would have found slightly unnerving. Then, her sarcastic side resurfaced and she reached for him, gently touching his shoulder with thin fingers.

"Shall I dim the lights? Pour a drink?" he laughed once more and she felt her heart soaring at the sound, her usual grim demeanor gone. He bowed again, a smile of his own once more teasing at his lips as he, in complete seriousness, responded.

"If you like," he answered slowly. "We'll meet back with you shortly, Agent Blaide." He always referred to her by her formal name. She was an Imperial Intelligent Cipher Agent, Cipher Nine. She had always gone by Blaide since she joined, and he had always called her such, even though he knew her real name, as very very few did. Akara Dantayus. He simply called her Agent, or Blaide or both, respecting her wish to leave her old life entirely behind.

She nodded her head and gave him one last fleeting smile before gently sliding past him and disappearing just a ways down the corridor into the small quarter she maintained.

Wherever they were, Vector hoped Kaliyo and the others were having as good a time as he was speaking with their fearless leader. It was the simplest things that seemed to make him the happiest.


Blaide didn't know what she was expecting Vector to say or do, but it was nothing close to what he actually did that night. She was absentmindedly looking over files on her large desk in her spacious quarters, flipping through mission reports and other documents.

Her quarters were warmly furnished in deep purples and the same silver as the rest of the ship, but thankfully, her quarters still had a small, homey feel to them. Despite her bitter exterior and hardened interior, she still enjoyed these small comforts.

She was still flipping through files when she heard booted footsteps coming back down the corridor, and she looked up from her paperwork briefly.

"Vector?" she called out quietly, her eyes traveling over to the doorway that lead out into the hall.

Suddenly, in a tone she had never, ever, once heard from him, she head his voice, soft and unsure, coming from the hallway. And what he said, oh what he said froze her, holding her in place as if a Sith had stopped her in her tracks. She couldn't be sure he had actually said it.

"I'm here, Blaide." he'd said. I'm. Not we're. I'm.

She was silent. Staring at him for a moment, before he suddenly stepped inside her room, walking in that confident way of his, and he looked at her, unsure of what she was thinking.

"Surprise." He murmured gently, reaching for her with arms that were the same, but now oh so different. She felt a smile creeping to her lips, and she couldn't keep her heart from beating like a drum in her chest, stopping her breath at the sight of him. Nothing had changed, and yet everything had.

"You look...wonderful!" she said softly, her voice barely a whisper as she fought to regain control of her breathing.

"You have nice eyes," she beamed at him, reaching up to touch his face with tentative fingers. There they were. So long hidden behind a layer of pure blackness, she could finally see them for herself. His eyes. Unaffected by Killik pheromones or hive minds. "It's so good to see them," she laughed gently. To Vector's now entirely human ears, it was the sound of an angel itself, no longer did he have to dissect the sound and feed it to the hive mind. It was just them. Just this moment.

Blaide was too busy literally being caught up in his eyes. She drank them in. Every detail, she wanted this to be one thing she would always remember, no matter what. The soft, delicate shape of them, the way his eyelashes left small shadows on his cheekbones. She loved the color, amber and chocolate swirling together in a mix of browns and golds. There were a liquid gold color and had rims of deep brown around the edges. Chocolate colored flecks dotted them and she marveled at the way it made his eyes stand out, his most captivating feature. They were looking down into her brilliant blue ones with a warmth she couldn't ever see in her own, a loving tenderness she couldn't imagine her own face contorting into. She knew they were fire and ice, and yet still, they were as perfect for each other as they could be.

She was still captivated by his eyes when he took her cheek in his hand gently, his fingers caressing her cheekbones and holding her gaze to his.

"You look different without your electrical aura," he observed quietly, trailing his fingers gently over the side of her cheek and she let her head rest gently in his smooth hand. "But just as lovely," he finished softly, letting his hand fall back to his side, keeping the distance between them so as not to seem to forward.

"The Aebea nest taught me to repress the Pheromonic bond entirely." he explained as a smile began to grow on her face as she realized this was the true Vector Hyllus. Not the one who shared his mind with thousands of Killiks, but the real and true man. She asked herself many times who she had fallen in love with. Vector? Or a thousand Killiks. But she knew the answer. She knew whose personality had shone through as he fought to become more human again.

"I can hold it for awhile," he added gently, their gaze still unbroken but by brief blinks that they both rushed so as to keep their gaze locked with their partner. They were finally seeing the true forms of each other, as they really were, raw and with no barriers. This moment was precious, and far, far too short.

He took a deep breath before continuing on, slowly taking her hands in his, tracing delicate patterns onto her thin hands with his thumbs.

"This is a moment for us to be together, one you needn't share with the Oroboro or the colony."

He waited for her response, expecting for her to drop his hand, or be completely spooked by his new appearance. He was still worrying about her response (he had apparently re-discovered that human quality, worrying over everything), he hardly noticed her eyes melting into the light, stormy blue he loved so much. That her gaze was full of nothing but care and admiration.

"You're a smart man," she replied with a slight laugh, her voice low, she was using the same sly tone she used when she was working up to some smart remark. "I don't like sharing." she stated cooly, squeezing his hand and taking a step closer to him. He too felt his heart pounding, and he smiled down at the beautiful woman so close to him. He had often wondered why she had chosen him, and as he admired her beauty once more, he felt the thought cross his mind. But he pushed it away, wanting to focus on the moment.

"I'll remember that," he said, barely having time to finish his statement before they collided, their arms wrapping around each other at the same time, and their lips meeting gently. He held her close, they were entirely about gentleness and care. Kaliyo was all about greed and lust, and Blaide wanted everything but that. The Rattataki girl had gotten herself into so much trouble with her care-free ways, and Blaide could hardly imagine how she could do so. But at the moment, it was made even harder as Vector gently kissed her, his love and care for her, his kindness and nobility, it was all tangible. She could feel it in every place their bodies touched.


They were fire and ice. He was warmth and light-heartedness. He had a constant desire for more: more knowledge, more learning, more culture. He was happy and all about the warmth so evident in his glowing eyes of brown and gold.

She was ice, all hard edges and bitterness. She was cold and calculating, critical, sarcastic, and often cruel. She would do whatever it took to get the job done. She was quick to anger, and she knew she was as hard and unfeeling as ice. Yet it had already been proven her mind was thin as ice as well. It could be cracked, by the Imperials, the Republic, whomever.

They were opposites, she was often angry at him for his gentle heart and kind spirit. She admired his loyalty to the Empire, and was curious at his kindness and generosity rather than the ways most Imperials were brought up with, the ways of their Sith leaders. They should not have been able to feel this way about each other, and yet they did.

She had taught him to regain his humanity, and in turn, he had melted away some the ice that had frozen her since her sister's run-in with the Sith lord and her family's death. He had brought her true happiness, and that was all that mattered.

While their companions spent their time, unaware on the Smuggler's Moon, Fire and Ice finally found their balance, a place where they could exist together, without harming one another. The only thing that mattered now was the love they felt for each other.


Without their knowing, morning slid into place, and Blaide and Vector stood quietly near the doorway of her room, holding each other close for a few last moments alone before the ship was once more alight with the noise of their companions returning from their night on the Smuggler's Moon.

"The others will be back soon," He whispered softly. Their heads were touching as he held her tightly to his chest. Their breathing was in sink, their hearts beating to the same tempo. She stood quietly, listening to the gently tempo as she drank in the sound of his voice. He gently leaned over and pressed his lips to her cheek, leaving a lingering kiss that made her smile against his chest.

"But I am glad we could have this," he added slowly, pulling away from her just enough to he could give her his small bow, his eyes glittering with warmth and love as he once more pulled her close again.

"I do love you, Akara." he whispered, deciding the only way to get his true feelings across was to use her given name. Despite the sound of it, she did not react hostilely. She simply kept smiling against him, her eyes closed as she breathed in the scent of him, as she had done for the past few hours.

"I love you too, Vector." she stated slowly, almost testing the way the words sounded on her lips. She liked it immediately, loving the way the sentence was structured, the way it sounded. It was like no other phrase. So simple, and yet so laden with meaning it almost hurt. Almost.   

He sighed softly, stealing one last, gentle kiss as he brushed his lips against hers, trying to send her in that brief moment all that he felt for her. All the love, the care, the pride, the passion, the fear for her life, the adoration. He tried to convey all this in one last, parting kiss, and he hated to draw away. He say her stow her own sadness behind the layer of ice that was her eyes.
"Then it all works out," he murmured, his lips still hovering inches from hers. He pulled away, being very gentle and kind as he brought his hands up in a 'v' so that his fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose.

He closed his eyes and she felt a flutter of panic as she realized what he was doing.

Vector let all his emotions come once more under his control before he let loose the pressure his mind had held on the bond. He would not share these precious moments and feelings with the Killiks. They belonged to him and to Blaide and no one else. He heard almost as suddenly as they had stopped, the voices of the thousands and thousands of Killiks once more chattering away, and for the first time in his life, it didn't feel as comfortable as it had before. Somehow, the way he had been with Blaide these past few hours...that felt more comfortable than he had ever been before.

Blaide had to hide her disappointment and sadness as Vector reopened his eyes and they were once again their usual black. She grit her teeth together and blinked, trying to make sure it was real. She knew he wasn't gone. He could easily become the man he was only moments before at any time, but the idea that he wasn't always that man frustrated and upset her as it never had before. Perhaps now because she knew that other man...

She stopped herself. They were the same man. She had fallen in love with the Killik-minded Vector long ago, and despite her initial hesitation, she loved him with all of her heart. Killiks and all. It was what made him himself, whether she could see his eyes or no. It was part of him, just as her scars were part of her.

"Now..." he said slowly, his mind still re-adjusting to hearing the Killiks once more. "We return to work."

She nodded slowly, smiling. She loved the way he spoke when he was with the hive. It was different than the way he had the night before, but she loved both of them the same. She squeezed his hand once last time as he returned her smile and bowed gently.

"Yes," she replied softly. "Of course."
So here is my promised Vector Hyllus and my Imperial Agent piece. It was immensely fun to write and i would suggest

you listen to this while reading : [link]

parts of the song (which i listened to while writing) are very innocent and sweet, which is how i wanted to portray this couple. Not in an awkward, smutty way. She may be very darkside and whatnot...but he brings out the good in her...and changes her and chips away some of the ice.

Vector is also one of the most interesting characters in this group i have as an Imp. Agent in SW:tOR. He's a neat concept, and I really like him in general.

I wanted to really focus on the differences between them as well. Anyway, I hope you like, and if you're interested, here's the scene, starting at 4:05 into it. [link]

its really sweet, and I liked it alot. I hope you enjoy, and please Leave a comment and tell me what you think. Also, in game, my characters name is spelled 'Blaede' since 'Blaide' was already taken. le sigh.
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Title: Ajunta Pall
Author: Heroes-Die
Game: KotOR
Characters: Ajunta, Revan
Disclaimer: KotOR and its characters are copyrighted by Bioware and EA

"One who has fallen so far, and done so much evil does not deserve redemption. In a way, such a turning from one's way is cowardly—a betrayal of the self." –Kreia

Death. The agony of eternity compressing your mind. Or what's left of it. After ages of pondering what remains of the things you set in motion, what you cared enough to die for, details start to deteriorate. Everything fades except the actions that haunt choices of a life long past. At one time I was powerful, feared, admired for what I was—not who. Now I can hardly remember my name. I remember the Sith though. I remember how they brought me here and refuse to let me go. I remember how I forsook the ways of the Jedi, turned on my master, and crept into the corrupt darkness that fed my guilty pleasures. Now there are no such feelings. No—wait. There is some feeling. I feel regret and guilt, those emotions than sink in too deep to be dulled by something as simple as time; they only grow worse. I can't escape them, no matter how far into eternity I drift. They won't let my spirit diminish. It yet remains for another reason, to find forgiveness for what I've done.

Belonging neither to the living nor the dead. It's a state of being I've almost become used to, but the memories still haunt no matter how far I'm removed from the waking world. The pieces of my mind I retain are disjointed memories of things I no longer know why mattered. Sometimes amidst these stagnant memories a living being intrudes. Usually it's to seek the power I once held in the form of a sword. It allows me to channel the dim speck of my life and focus it into the living world. But that's a lie I've told myself so many times it's become a sort of truth. The truth I deny is this: I feed from the living Force in the beings that enter here, sapping them while they try to retrieve the power that ruined me down to any shred of power I had left to my name. They desire my sword. It holds the power that made me what I was. And what I am…

Just like the sword, my power cuts both ways. It filled me then devoured me, leaving me with desires that could never be satisfied.
Death. Immersed in solitary darkness. That's the thing about death. There is nothing afterword. I chose this exile for myself, but I can't remember why. The feelings, that was the reason. I just thought about this, didn't I? Unending circles of thought. There isn't logic involved anymore, just haphazard thoughts strung together with a single compulsion to continue. If I stop, my spirit would diminish with no more than a whisper. This is what tortures me. Of all of the power I held, it no longer matters—it's important, useless. I wanted to go out with a scream that would forever scar the history of...what planet am I on? It has to be Kori—Koriban. That was it. The strength of the dark side poured into a world. That is why I was drawn here…to devour its power the way my sword had siphoned mine. The sword. But I've already thought of that as well. It needs to be removed from me. It's always there in my mind, drawing my spirit towards it, but I can never reach it. Never silence it when it calls to me. Perhaps I'm not alone after all. The sword speaks to me in the solitude.

Death. Isn't it supposed to be the ultimate finality? This isn't death—it's drifting. I drift on non-existent murmurs of the Force. Sometimes I feel guilty for using the part of the Force I had forsaken in life. Guilt. It follows me everywhere. With nowhere to go except deeper into a tattered mind, the feeling can't be evaded. I can get rid of it sometimes by thinking of the last person that disturbed these lingering thoughts. It had been... a young Twi'leck. He sought my sword, trying to obtain favour in someone's eyes. The Twi'leck didn't last long when he failed the test that was set before him, his life Force ebbing away while I added it guiltily to my own. Or had it been my sword that took his life? I was disappointed when the Twi'leck failed. Every time they come I believe for one moment they can release me, take the sword and loose me from it, but they always manage to get it wrong. And I am always forced to...terminate them. Their deaths had been quick—I made sure of that—unlike my gradual fall. I long for...

Another presence is here besides mine. I can feel this man from the other end of my tomb. He is powerful, more so than any I have encountered, but his presence seems familiar, as if he had left an imprint then departed without taking the test or the sword. Strange. Most can't resist the promises of every temptation the dark side could offer, most often the empty assurance of power. Maybe my time in this lingering state is coming to a close. But, wait…something is wrong. The power this man commands is not of the dark side at all. He's in the Light. Why would such a man come to a planet that is full of only the dark Forces of this universe? Disturbing. Interesting.

He is drawing much closer. It's almost time to reveal myself.

The man's footsteps pound on my spirit like a krayt dragon walking on grains of sand. The Force reverberates off him with such power—the sword is awakened by him and will not be quieted, nor will it be satisfied until the test is completed to whatever end. He also brings two companions. With this amount of energy, my spirit can collect more of myself than before. This is good. Perhaps I will be able to remember…remember my name. Maybe with my name will come more memories, perhaps even why I entombed myself.

The man strides through the dark side like it was nothing more than vapour in a desert wind—even in my tomb, in the bowels of a world that serves no purpose but to devour, he ignores the darkness. It's nothing to him but a shadow that can be banished by a flicker of light. He sees and takes what he will. That's what they all do, though this one puts more thought into what he's taking, the memories he's snatching from the supposed dead. The sword is the only thing left now that remains untouched. Remember, its power cuts both ways. There is a trick to finding the true sword. I know now. There were three but only one holds the truth. I cry out to take the accursed thing away, but the man must first pass the test. This is the test of three: I am that which grips the heart in fright, hearkens night and silences the light. If one choses the right sword, there is a reward, but failure will cost a dear price.

The sword is removed. The man has taken the bait and sealed two paths of fate. Now is the time to reveal myself; a semblance of life floods my spirit, and I am discarded into the world of the living. Memories return and I ache with the force of them. It has been too long…too long in the cold and the dark. They remain there staring at me, except for the one. He stands still, taking me in, evaluating me. He knows me for what I am and yet shows no fear. He knows I am simply a remnant of the Force, a ghost from things so lost in history even the land has forgotten its past. But a crushing weight presses upon this man as well—a past he would rather forget bowing his head. But I must ask him. Am I disturbed again? A human…

They stare and remark upon the shifting, confused spirit before them. But why is there a…Jedi? Here? Why have you come to this dark place, Jedi? Why…disturb my sleepless rest? Do they even know why they wake me or what they've taken?
But they ask…they speak, and they ask my name.

I…had a name, once. It scurries to the forefront as it's summoned for this Jedi, the name a harbinger of memories that I realize I never wanted back. Ajunta Pall. Yes, that was my name. I was one of many. Many that held the same guilt that plagues me now, but then we called it power. Only now we know its truth. The dark side does not serve you, it serves itself. We were servants of the dark side, for it will never have a master…Sith Lords, we called ourselves. So proud.  

In the end we were not so proud. Now, as I stand before this man in the Light, I know I deserve this fate; my shadows cower in the light of his truth. We hid…from the ones we betrayed. We fell…and I knew it must be… I've been judged rightly in this exile. The things I've done…There is no hope for me unless they take my sword. If they take it, perhaps it will let me go. Finally let me go.

Will this man show mercy? Would any being on Korriban show mercy…

But I see this man where the others do not. I…see your heart, human Jedi. I see your power, your pride. You…you will find the old place, the dark place, and you will regret it.

I see the spaces in you the Light cannot reach, little Jedi.

Ah, I see you've found the dark place already…

I've walked your very path and reached its conclusion. What will decide your fate is this:

Is there enough truth, enough wisdom in you to see the shapes of malice in my Darkness?

Or will your flicker of Light go out?
I was wondering what Ajunta Pall would think about while his spirit was stuck in a state of not-being and this is what came of it. I love his character and what he has to say to Revan if you enter his tomb.

Korriban was my favourite planet.
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50 Ways To Annoy Anakin Skywalker

1. Follow him around. When he's not looking, laugh hysterically. When he looks at you, stop laughing and have a straight face. Refuse to tell him what you're laughing at. When he turns around again, continue laughing. Repeat.

2. When next to him, say out loud how good a couple Padme and Obi Wan make.

3. Constantly remind him of all his mistakes. (E.g: "Hey Annie, remember when you killed all those Tuskans Raiders?")

4. Tug on his hair. Run and hide. Repeat.

5. Think of a catchy, yet annoying theme song for him. Constantly sing it or hum it around him. Double points if you can get him to hum it as well. Triple points if you get the other Jedi to join you.

6. Scream "LOOK OUT ANNIE!!!" at the most weirdest times. (E.g: Right before he goes to the bathroom.)

7. Spray paint rude things about him on the walls of the Jedi Council. Run and see how long it is until he finds you.

8. Dress as people he knows and follow him around doing really bad impressions of them. When he tells you to quit copying them or something like that, insist you're actually them. If he doesn't believe you, run away and copy another person. See how long you can keep this up.

9. Whatever he does, tell him that he's breaking the Jedi Code.

10. Whenever he enters the room, scream at the top of your lungs "THE GREAT CHOSEN ONE HAS ARRIVED!" Throw flower petals at him and start dancing.

11. Smack his butt constantly for no reason.

12. When he tries to talk, yell "Shut up!"

13. Walk up to him and say "Hey, you know that guy Anakin? The one with the bad hairdo, smells like rotting fish, has the biggest nose, etc." See how long it takes for him to hit you.

14. Follow him around, saying everything he does in detail. (E.g: "Look how Anakin walks, so proudly, yet with so many burdens upon his shoulder, thick brown locks gracefully blowing in the wind even though we're in a building...")

15. Whenever Anakin is talking to Padme or he's around her, get his attention. Then move your eyebrows up and down suggestively while giving him a thumbs up.

16. Throw stuff at him. When he asks, tell him you're feeding the ducks.

17. Whisper creepy things as he walks past you. ("I see you, Anakin.")

18. Run up to Anakin and say "Oh, Anakin, can you fly?" When he answers no, then ask "Oh, then can you walk on water?" Keep on doing this, and after about five questions, look very disappointed and say "I thought you were supposed to be the Chosen One."

19. Take pictures of him and sell them to people.

20. Put pink highlights in his hair. Blinding pink. Don't tell him. See how long it takes for him to find out.

21. Insist he sing songs with you. If he refuses, follow him around trying to get him to sing. In the very rare event that he does, make him sing embarrassing songs. LOUDLY.

22. Make up ridiculous theories about how he got that scar on his face.

23. Before he wakes up, put your face really close to his and make the creepiest expression ever. When he wakes up, whisper "Good morning, Annie."

24. Put eggs in places where he will sit. Raw ones.

25. Protect him from absurd things. ("Annie, don't use that toilet! You don't want to get germs! DON'T DO IT!")

26. Steal his lightsaber and color it pink, put stickers on it, put glitter on it, etc. Then give it back to him, claiming you pimped it up for him. Scream and cry if he doesn't accept it.

27. Tie up his hair. Comment on how pretty he looks.

28. Give him a note in secret (make sure he doesn't know you sent it) telling him he has an urgent mission and to go to a certain place. At that place, put another note that tells him to go to another place. Repeat this, using different locations and eventually make them lead to where it started. At the last note, write "Um, I forgot. Sorry."

29. Stand very close to him and smell the air around him. When he asks you what you're doing, tell him you couldn't resist his smell.

30. Give him fake money to do something simple (like breathe). When he does, give him the money. Run afterwards.

31. Run up to him crying "There's someone outside the building! Anakin, please make him go away!" Tell him to follow you. Exit the building. While he's looking around for the person, run back inside the building and lock him outside.

32. When he's walking outside of a building, stare creepily at him through a window.

33. Whenever you see him, yell "RUN EVERYBODY!" for no apparent reason.

34. Ask him every five minutes if he's happy. If he says no, use weird ways to cheer him up. If he says yes, sing a song. Any song.

35. Hold his hand. All the time.

36. Ask him if he wants to run naked in the Jedi Temple. Call him a no-fun loser if he refuses. If he actually accepts...well...that's up to you.

37. Pants him when he's in a room with other people. Run.

38. When you two are in the same room together, stand across the room from him. Scream at the top of your lungs "HEY ANAKIN! HOW'RE YOU DOING, MY DESERT HOME BOY?!" Better if done with people in the room.

39. Follow him around whispering very loudly in his ear "Psst, Anakin. Hey, Annie. Aanniiiee...Annie." When he asks you what you want, stare at him and say you forgot. Repeat.

40. Make weird faces when he's not looking. See how long it takes for him to find out.

41. Whenever he's walking to a place, walk very close to him or in front of him and try to make him trip. When he yells at you for it, cry and walk away. Ignore him for a week or so. Then repeat.

42. Scream "HEY YOU" whenever he walks past.

43. Make a sock puppet that looks like him. Call it Annie Jr. Always have it on when Anakin's around you. Talk to it constantly, make it sound like a really bad impression of Anakin, and follow Anakin around trying to get him to be friends with it. After about a week, make sure you have Annie Jr. out and Anakin's in the same room. Talk to it casually, then argue with it. Then yell at it. Then scream at it. Then rip it off your hand and throw it across the room. Scream "YOU WERE LIKE A BROTHER TO ME!" Walk out of the room. Refuse to discuss the incident with Anakin. Or anyone for that matter.

44. Tell Anakin you have a picture of Padme's boobies. Actually have a picture of something stupid, like really saggy dirty old man boobies. If Anakin wants it, get him to do something really stupid in order to get it (like make him wear no pants for a day or something like that). Give it to him, then run. If he doesn't want it, tell him it's okay. Because Obi Wan wanted it anyways.

45. Handcuff yourself to him. Videotape the ensuing chaos.

46. Glue squeaky toys on the bottom of his all his shoes. With superglue.

47. Constantly give him gifts, but make them really stupid crap. Like pink sparkly umbrellas and thongs. Scream and cry if throws them away or doesn't want them.

48. Attempt to use the Jedi mind trick to make him do stupid things. ("Anakin, you will booty dance in the middle of the Jedi council…")

49. While he is sleeping, put sweaty socks over his face. Put a video camera to record his reaction when he wakes up. Sell it to all the Jedi.

50. Get a couple of friends (about 5 to 10). Find Anakin and form a circle around him. Randomly start dancing. Have one friend start dancing about 10 seconds after you, then another friend 10 seconds after that friend. Do this until all everyone is circled around Anakin, dancing randomly. Clap, and have everyone stop quickly. Stand like this, still circled around him, doing nothing. Then have one the friends (or you) start doing MC Hammer dance moves while the others chant "OooooOOOOOOoooooh…" Then stop again. Clap twice and leave with all your friends (make sure to have serious expressions). Say nothing. Just leave.

Anakin will be extremely confused.
"Hey Brandi, I thought you were going to make actual art."

Yeah, I say that sometimes.

Had this sitting on my computer for half a year. Polished it up and decided, what the hell, I'll post it.
Chose Anakin because I cannot recall any "Annoy Anakin"s around here. I try to make these with people who don't have any. If you have made one with Anakin, good job for doing it before me.

I might make more. If I feel like it.

Any similarities to other how to annoys are pure coincidence.

Any mistakes? Point them out to me and I'll fix it.

Enjoy :)
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Rex rushed down the hallway, Bliz hot on his heels. They stopped short just after rounding a corner to avoid crashing into two shinies.

"Sir!" they said as they snapped to attention.

"At ease, soldiers," Rex said.

"We need your help finding...something," Bliz said carefully. "But you can't tell anyone! Do you understand?"

"Sir, yes sir!" the two shinies said.

"I...lost a baby," Bliz said slowly, not wanting to freak out the shinies.

"You...lost a baby?" the first one asked.

"Yes," Bliz confirmed. "She was about this big..." Bliz held his hands apart about one foot, hugely underestimating the size of the toddler.

The two shinies stood silently for a moment before speaking. Rex watched on in interest at what transpired:

"Well..." the second began a little awkwardly. "I'm sorry for your loss, sir, but I don't think we can..."

 "She's already gone, sir..." the second said even more awkwardly then the first.

Wait, Bliz thought, alarm bells ringing in his head, My loss? What? It suddenly hit Bliz when Rex started snorting, then giggling, then full-out laughing. Bliz's face started turning red under his helmet. How could they actually think that I- You know what? Whatever! He thought angrily.

"You two should know that is not what I meant!" Bliz almost shouted. Realization hit the two troopers, but they showed no signs of embarrassment at what the were assuming.

"Sir, do you mean the toddler?" the first asked.

"What? YES!" Bliz cried. "How could you even-!"

Rex's fit of laughter was finally beginning to die down enough or him to say "Wh-where is she?" Rex held his gut, he was laughing so hard.

"We saw her walking down the hall into the mess, sir," the second answered.

Rex and Bliz froze when the news reached their ears. "The mess..." the trailed together.

"Sir, is something wro-" the first clone said, but didn't finish as the two officers took off down the hall way. They almost ran into the door as they opened it. Rex, not noticing Bliz's sudden lack of movement, crashed into his back, forcing him farther into the mess hall.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes- not all of the men in the mess hall, but most of them- turned to the two officers at the front of the room. Bliz ignored them and walked straight to the first table within his line of sight. "Have any of you seen-" he cut himself off as he looked at what one clone held in his arms.

"Ba!" She yelled, stretching her arms above her head as if celebrating. Rex checked off the mental list in his head of what he remembered about the toddler:

Pale skin with rosy cheeks-check.

Jet black hair in pigtails-check.

Little pink dress that showed off her diaper whenever she bent over-check.

"Good, you have the child," Rex said, panting ever so slightly.

The toddler made a funny face while the rest of the troops at the table laughed. "We found her wandering the halls sirs-" Bliz flinched "- so we decided to bring her here. She's brighter than she looks," the clone holding her- Mif, as Bliz recalled- said.

"And she is absolutely adorable!" another said, pinching her cheek lightly. The toddler giggled and played with his hand, spreading out his large fingers.

The toddler reached down to pick up a piece of food from one of the clones' trays and put it in her mouth. She chewed with a slightly confused look on her face.

"Maybe she doesn't like it," one soldier said, studying the toddler's face.

"She's not supposed to be having that!" Rex and Bliz cried at the same time.

"Why not?" Mif asked.

"How do you know she's able to digest something like that? She's just a toddler!" Bliz said sternly. Mif's eyes widened in shock.

"I guess you're right, then," Mif agreed. Rex reached forward to try and pull the food out of the baby's mouth, but when he got near, she bit him.

Rex yelped and yanked his hand back as Bliz cackled behind his helmet. He examined his finger, even though the glove would have protected him from worse than a bite from a teething child.

Rex cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of all the clones at the table. "Well, thank you for finding her, but she needs her nap now." Rex tried to ignore the feeling of plain ridiculousness that came over him.

Mif looked a little upset that the child was leaving, but nodded his head. "Can we see her later?" Rex looked at him through his visor.

"Maybe." One of the worst hings you could possibly do to a shinie -or any clone, but mostly a shinie- was break his spirits...

And Rex suddenly got the feeling that that was just what he did.

He ignored said guilty feeling and reached out to pick up the toddler. But instead of going willingly like Rex would have expected, the toddler wrapped her small arms around Mif's neck...

And screamed...

Rex tried again...

Second scream: same as the first, but a whole lot louder and a whole lot worse.

Not only was she screaming in directly into Mif's ear, she was screaming loud enough to draw the attention of every man in the room. She clung to Mif's neck like a drowning man would to a life boat.

"No!" she shrieked even louder. Mif flinched and rubbed his ear.

"Sir," Mif said, still rubbing his ear gingerly. "I could come with you, she's kinda choking me right now."

"Alright then," Rex relented. He stepped back to let Mif out of the table. Rex could hear the whispers begin among the men.

Why is a baby here?

What's up with the kid, and why are the COs a part of it?

Did you hear about the Commander's apparent dilemma with his baby?

Bliz flinched when he heard this comment, and apparently Rex heard it as well, because he started giggling again.

Mif was already up and walking to the door. "You coming, Commander?" Bliz didn't realize he had frozen to the spot until Rex and Mif were at the door.

Bliz rushed to the the other two and exited the mess hall, his face still burning from the questions some of the clones asked.

As the trio (excluding the toddler) walked down the halls, the small girl would make useless chattering noises, and Mif would hold one-sided conversations with her, occasionally pointing out the more prominent details of the Radiant.

Bliz looked at Rex who only shrugged. Silently, they both agreed that civilians were more of a liability than a help- to anything. the three man stopped in front of the door to the baby's quarters.

"Well, I  guess this is a good bye, kid," Mif said, smiling sadly. The toddler held onto Mif's neck even tighter.

"No!" she yelled, squeezing Mif.

"Mif, do you think you can put her down?" Rex asked. Mif nodded and bent over to put the child on the floor. She started crying when she realized what was happening, and although he didn't like her, Rex could feel his heart breaking in two.

"Don't worry kid, I'll be back," Mif looked up to Rex for confirmation.

Don't make a promise you can't keep, kid. Rex thought. Before he could voice his thoughts, however, Bliz cut in, "Sure, we'll call you when she's leaving."

The toddler continued crying, despite Rex's and Bliz's efforts to calm her down. They'd been trying for almost and hour already. eventually, she calmed down on her own, but she refused to look at or even acknowledge Rex and Bliz.

"Do you think she hates us?" Bliz asked. The child was just sitting on the floor with her arms crossed, facing the wall. If this was what children were like, Bliz couldn't imagine what an angry teenager would do.

"Probably, but that's her problem," Rex answered. Bliz gave Rex a look and Rex and only shrugged.

"We can't suffer this alone, I'm calling Fives," Rex said, tired of the toddler's act. "Fives, get down here," Rex ordered through the comm.

"I'm on my way, sir," Fives answered back immediately. In a few minutes, he was standing at the door, looking down at the little girl on the floor. "So this is the kid everyone's talking about." He walked in squatted down in front of her.

At first, she didn't look at him, but when she realized it wasn't Bliz or Rex, her small face lit up and she ran into Fives' arms.

"She does hate us!" Bliz cried.

"Hey there, kid," Fives said, scooping the small girl into his arms. "Were the captain and commander being mean to you?"

"Fives," Rex said sternly. "She's not going to-"

She nodded her head.

Bliz looked defeated as he slumped his shoulders and sat down in the nearest chair. He took off his helmet (which he'd kept on the entire time) and placed it on the floor by his feet. The toddler immdiately ran to Bliz and hugged his leg, looking into his face with the most innocent look in the galaxy.

"Hey, kid," Bliz said, brushing the bangs out of her face. She giggled and swatted his hand away.

"Looks like she likes you now," Rex said, ever so slightly jealous.

"I'm not really seein what the problem is here," Fives said as he stood up. "She seems fine to me."

Rex sighed. " We just wanted your help taking care of her for the next few hours, that's all."

"Sure!" Fives said happily. "I love kids!" 

The child seemed to be searching for something while all of this transpired. "You looking for your sippy cup, kid?" Fives asked, smiling a little. The child nodded and toddled towards the duffel Rex had replaced on the table.

The three clones turned around to search under the chairs and tables for where the small cup could have fallen.

Which required completely turning their backs on her.

A loud crash was heard by them all, and they spun around to see a sight that made all of their blood run cold.

The child was on the ground...

The bag was on top of her...

And she wasn't moving.

Don't worry! I didn't kill her or anything! She's safe. Please tell me if I have any spelling mistakes.

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People... why do you hate this movie? Come on, let's get to adult mature constructive manners - why do you hate this movie? It would make sense if you hated it because you don't care for the Star Wars franchise. But that's the funny part - you praise the original trilogy all the time in comparison, talking about this and that you thought was made wrong and overall ruined all three prequels to you, as it changed everything.

Here's the thing - the movie is only hated for the mere purpose of being different. They used a ton of CGI, they gave new styles to everything, they gave some new types of lighthearted elements, and you didn't like it therefor as it "ruined" the mood and tone and style of the original trilogy's. But that just means you prefer the way they made the original trilogy - it doesn't give you the right to bash the living shit out of the prequels for no apparent reason. But let me go through the major issues haters talk about over and over again, and let me respond to them:

* "The Trade Federation is annoyingly pointless and complicated, and just drags on some scenes and we don't get anything going on!"
Really? This is brought up all the time when people complain about the movie. All haters says THIS is what brings the movie down mostly. I promised to not insult anyone here, but... you are adorable, haters. This really IS adorable and cute. I saw this movie when I was 11 years old back in 1999 and knew jack shit about politics and business and etcetera - I followed everything going on perfectly fine. And for me in that age; that says a LOT. They want allowance to bring supplies to the planet and to get control over it - but they at the same time tries to hide all kinds of evidence from it being them as Darth Sidious is behind it all and thinks it's a perfect way to slowly get control over one planet to start the threats with. It's not a planet of a great military force either, which makes it perfect and practical for them to test out their new battle droids. And the ones opposing it are obviously suspecting it - and that's where the discussions are clashing in the meetings they have.
I remember it so well because it was very interesting to me. Not only did they expand on the universe to bring in elements as politics for once (which after all is a huge matter in war; and this IS called "Star Wars") and we get to see Coruscant which is like the center of the entire universe - but we do not always know how the story will end up to be. For being a prequel - there's a ton of things we can not tell what will happen with it. Like Naboo and Padme and Qui-Gon and Shmi, for instance. Again - you're complaining about this because it's a new element that wasn't in the original trilogy. That's your whole argument, and you try to add in things about it that does not add up.

* "Jar Jar Binks is the most annoying and stupid character ever, and makes the movie too childish and lighthearted!"
Oh yeah, because childish lighthearted elements are NEVER present in the original trilogy. I felt it was SO adult when I saw C-3PO, R2-D2, the ewoks, Chewbacca, or the fact that they could defeat a whole huge space station twice with minimal supply and minimal amounts of rebels and allies. And no annoying and stupid elements? Not only can I bring up C-3PO and Chewbacca again - but also the constantly disfunctioning Millenium Falcon and the whining bitch known as Leia. Compared to the annoyances of the original trilogy - Jar Jar Binks actually is a breath of fresh air to me. He might be kind of annoying - but he is never really ruining anything.
You might blame him for dooming the galaxy by letting Palpatine be the new chancellor in Episode II, but... that could have happened to anyone, as everyone trusted him. So to blame Jar Jar on that ONLY because he was a victim of the circumstances is.... well, really childish and immature. But to focus on Episode I - Jar Jar Binks is just meant to be there to give us some relief. I can not honestly find him annoying myself. He never gets on my nerves. He gets on your nerves? Fine - but don't pretend like nothing is annoying or stupid or lighthearted or childish in the original trilogy in that case.

* "The battle droids are so stupid and worthless!"
They are the most massproduced droids in the entire galaxy and was most likely not even constructed by the most rich of companies. Think about it - we get to know in episode II they have the factory at Geonosis... a planet with intelligent bugs. Sure - they had a lot of allies, and they had enough money to make it THE most massproduced droids - but that is the thing. They are massproduced in HUGE quantities.

* "The actors are awful and their performances are stale and soulless!"
Sure - Padme was pretty worthless, and the actor of Obi-Wan did not give his character a proper personality until Episode II. And I can even admit Anakin can AT TIMES be a bit blandish; but not much. But look at Episode IV again; the first movie that is. And I have told haters this before which they respond to with this: "I have - and they are a ton better there even though it's not perfect. At least you feel something with them there!"
The actor of Obi-Wan in Episode IV acts exactly as if he literally knows how silly everything is to him - but he goes along with it because he gets payed. I do not get the feeling of him being this old wise experienced Jedi who has been through war and really harsh battles - he acts like if he was letting a kid into a world of magic and wonder. Hell - he could have been a perfect Willy Wonka by acting like he does here. And that's pretty bad as this is... well, Star Wars. Luke, AKA Mark Hamill... come on, are you serious? He acts like a bland generic boy scout hero from the 30's. Han Solo, AKA Harrison Ford... acting like a generic lazy douchebag who doesn't want in on anything. Which I would have been fine with if he was so in a likeable way. But... his attitude makes me feel like he indirectly gives the finger to the audience.
And hey - if you think the acting is bad in the prequels... watch the scene when Darth Vader faces Obi-Wan, and he says "Last time we met I was the apprentice - now I am the master.". I dare you to try to look me in the eyes and say that was really good voice acting - because that is the stalest and most soulless line in Star Wars history. The acting overall in Star Wars isn't supposed to be top notch - we are supposed to enjoy their surroundings and the world they are in, and care for the characters even though the performances aren't all there always. And I care for the characters of Star Wars Episode I.

* "The podrace scene is too long, and obviously meant as a promotion of their Star Wars Episode I: Racer video game for Nintendo 64 and Playstation. Also, it's boring!"
That's one of the most memorable movie scenes I have ever seen in my entire life, if not THE most memorable one. I know a lot of friends and such who thinks this scene is so great, they want more of it. I can watch it over and over and over again and never get tired of it. If you don't like it, I suppose you don't like racing movies either. And that's fine - but in that case, just leave it alone. It's a nice treat for everyone who loves to watch racing scenes in movies - like me for instance. Also, to quote Carmine DeStefano; it shows us the early steps of how Anakin is an excellent pilot. And what exactly is wrong with that, if I might ask?

* "Too much CGI!!! Freakin' cheap and lazy of George Lucas!"
In 1999, it wasn't as cheap and lazy to use CGI. This was actually right before it became a cheap way to go with movies just to sneak away from actual effort. Hell - this is the first movie to have this much CGI, and even to have environments and surroundings being in CGI (if we except Tron, which technically does not count as it was made in a different and unique way). Sure - they could have made a few more creatures as puppets rather than doing them in CGI, as it kinda makes no sense to not see CGI aliens in the original trilogy. But is this really something to be so bothered about? You saw the trailer before you saw the movie, right? In that case, it would go without saying it will be filled with CGI. George Lucas put effort into this movie - I am more than sure of that. Say what you want about him - but he isn't a lazy jerk.

* "What's the point of the prequels when we already know what will happen? It makes them too predictable and lame."
Again - lots of things are uncertain and was interesting for me to learn about. And I honestly cared more for the story of Anakin and Obi-Wan than I did about the story of Luke and Han Solo. Also - YOU KNEW THIS WAS A PREQUEL BEFORE YOU SAW IT! Why would you waste your money on something you knew already you will find pointless and lame? Are you dense??

* "The midi-chlorians are retarded and takes out all the mysticism of the Force! It's so insulting George Lucas gave it the explanation the Force is just a bunch of germs in my body!"
Hah? What are you even talking about?? Midi-chlorians aren't the Force. Here's a fact from Wookiepedia to help your rage to calm down:
"Midi-chlorians were intelligent microscopic life forms that lived symbiotically inside the cells of all living things. When present in sufficient numbers, they could allow their symbiont to detect the pervasive energy field known as the Force. Midi-chlorian counts were linked to potential in the Force, ranging from normal Human levels of 2,500 per cell to the much higher levels of Jedi. The highest known midi-chlorian count belonged to the Jedi Anakin Skywalker (over 20,000 per cell), who was believed to have been conceived by the midi-chlorians."
You see? Do I really need to add anything to that? You're mad at midi-chlorians just because you did not understand they are NOT the Force. They help to detect them, and to measure it's potential in each person. Why are you haters always trying so hard to find flaws that doesn't even exist?

* "Shmi is a virgin and still got Anakin? Stop relating it to Christianity, Lucas - I am sick of religious bullshit like that!"
Who said she's a virgin? She just said there was no father, and that she can not explain what happened. What if Darth Plagueis is behind it, hmm? AKA, the former Master of Darth Sidious? He could have fucked her and then used the Force to tell her he has not fucked her - easy! We are not told she literally is a virgin - it's just a mystery as of how she could get birth to him.
It's kinda funny how you want mysticism in the Force - but when it comes to how Shmi got pregnant? Oh, NOW you want answers huh? Fuck the mysticism all of a sudden, I suppose?

No matter how many times I watch Star Wars Episode I, I never ever get bored of it. Sure, it HAS problems. The plot twist of Padme being the actual Queen of Naboo rather than Keira Knightley (yes, it's actually her) felt a bit too random and odd, and the CGI can at times feels a bit overused as said, it feels like they could have done more with Darth Maul than they did (also find it hilarious no one spots those gigantic "spy" cameras he has to fly around on Tatooine to look for the Jedis for him - seriously, they are as big as one's head XD), Shmi feels a bit too bland and perfectly pure as Anakin's mother, a bit more of jedis and siths (especially siths) would have been nice to expand on the universe more, and I did indeed feel like the acting could at times from certain persons be too underwhelming or bad.
But damn - the action scenes are great, the atmospheres are wonderful, the music is perfect, the story is interesting and somehow very proper and natural for the whole main story of the franchise, and I love a lot of the colorful characters. I love Qui-Gonn, I love Watto, I love Sebulba, I love Darth Maul, and I love Boss Nass (even though his headshaking can be a bit... odd).
And you know - I find it really funny how there are SO many haters of the movie, despite the fact it's one of the highest grossing movies of all time - and THE highest grossing Star Wars movie of all time. This indicates everyone hasn't just seen this more than once in the theaters - it also means they have bought it on DVD and everything. You haters might say you either want the whole collection, that you like collecting bad movies, or that you even say you "can not believe how bad it is and therefor must watch it again". All that tells me though is that you in secret really love the movie for what it is - but you somehow feel like you need to hate it still, because it's "trendy" and mainstream.

Do you prefer the original trilogy over the prequels? That's fine - more power to you. The mood and style and feeling of the original trilogy is entirely different from how it is in the prequel trilogy. But don't act like the prequels are nothing but pieces of shit and rant and whine and complain about them just because of that. Star Wars Episode I did change a lot of things. It's not worse than the original trilogy - it's just different. It has flaws; but for the right audience, it's a very enjoyable movie. If you think fans of Episode I like me should hang ourselves... grow up and accept the fact that everyone is entitled to their own opinions.
This movie gets a 10 of 10 from me. Not perfect - but the good stuff is so good here, it overshadows all of the flaws by far to me (if you don't understand the point of giving a 10 of 10 when it's not perfect - you haven't seen Angry Joe's Red Dead Redemption Review and should do so before whining about me doing this, my friend). It also is my favorite Star Wars movie out of all 6 of them, and is something I keep close to my heart. I love all 6 of them (although, Episode II was kinda "meh") - but Episode I really felt like something extra. So please, haters... stop acting like childs, and try to realize the prequels aren't as horrible as you make them out to be. You might prefer the original trilogy by far - but that's not a reason to make people like me feel bad just because we love the prequels as well. We would love to be your friends and hug you - but please stop biting us as soon as we bring up our love for Star Wars Episode I.
There we go... finally, I made a review of Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace I think defends it in the best of ways possible.
Please feel free to leave a comment to share any thoughts on this review - as long as it's mature and not offensive.

Oh, and another thing - STOP POINTING OUT THE FLAWS OF THE PREQUELS. I know them already, alright? I've seen every single of all the rants complaining and nitpicking about them like small kids.
Nitpicks doesn't prove a movie is worse than it is. And my whole point is to tell that not only the prequels have flaws - so does the original trilogy. YES, as many! Don't try to claim anything else.

If you do not understand my review, just don't bother. This isn't a review for haters who will just keep on hating for the sake of hating. This review is meant for openminded people. Understand that, or just leave it alone.

Just checking some spelling errors and minor things to change... not to mention, I wanted to introduce the review again to those who haven't read it yet. :)
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I broke your spine;
I gripped you in two-halves with hungry hands
and cracked you in half,
breaking you open,
and all of you, rich
with ideas and knowing -
your voice-
spilling out.
Words upon words flooded me;
it was divine;
I took all of you
absorbed into memory
as I looked at you with hungry eyes,
and my hands never stopped folding
flipping you over
bending you backwards
peeling away each layer
seeing all of you
taking you in;

never stopped until the end
when your voice quieted
and you were done
and we were over.

and the book finished.
I'm sorry I haven't been very active lately, This is my piece offering... I hope you don't mind that I'm submitting.... poetry... lololol (I didn't expect to ever submit poetry on dA) I know it's not even a little bit close to what I normally submit... FORGIVE ME... I've been busy as ass... wow, what a terrible expression I just made up... e.O

>>>now... about the poem...

PFFFFFTTTT (and whad did YOU think this poem was about??!?... hehehehe C:<
It actually wasn't supposed to end up like this.)

No seriously, it wasn't... I just bought a used paperback book and was admiring it, and realized that it was in great shape; the spine wasn't even cracked. And I was thinking about how I hate it when the spine cracks, because then it starts getting floppy and the pages wear out and sometimes fall out. And I remembered that Cris Young once told me that the whole purpose of buying a paperback book was essentially to destory it while reading; to be rough with it and just devour the words without restraint. It got me thinking about how fragile books are, but how the words are not, and I started composing the poem in my head, and it was supposed to be along that paradigm, but when I started putting it on paper I... I just got carried away... >.>;
lol... hehe... oh well. I still like the poem though.
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DARTH VADER: "Brom never told you about your father, Eragon...I am your father!"
ERAGON: "My father was Morzan, he betrayed and purged the Dragon Riders with Galbatorix, my mother left and gave birth to me before she died and I grew up with my uncle and aunt."
VADER: "Hmm... that sounds familier... oh well."

VADER: "The elves never told you what happened to your ancestors and your father. I am your father Aragorn!"
ARAGORN: "What are you babbling about? My father was Arathorn!"
VADER: "Are you sure?"
ARAGORN: "Positive."
VADER: "Um... okay, my bad."

VADER: "Bilbo never told you what happened to your father! I am your father, Frodo!"
FRODO: "Don't be ridiculous. My father was Drogo. He died when I was little, in a boating accident.
VADER: "Damn!"

VADER: "Dumbledore never told you-"
HARRY: "My father was James Potter!!!, he was killed by Voldermont"
VADER: "Voldermont? That pansy?"
HARRY: "Yeah... duuude... you have an obsession."

*Luke walks in*
LUKE to VADER: "Father?"
VADER: "Who the hell are you??"
Me and some friends were joking about Harry Potter, Eragon, Lord of the Rings and Star Wars, like, two months ago.
I was really hyper, and it's almost 2 in the morning... I need to get to bed... XD
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Rex holstered his pistol and pulled his helmet off. "Ahsoka, it's me, Rex."

"Rex?" Ahsoka's voice was nothing more than a whisper.

Rex hurried to her side and knelt by her. He grabbed her free hand in his and held it. She squeezed his hand. Her grip was already weak. Rex glanced at her wounds and winced. They were far beyond his skill, or even Kix's, if the medic hadn't deserted years ago. Besides, what good would trying to save her life do when it would lead to her capture and torture? "I'm here." It was all Rex could say.

Ahsoka coughed. "You shouldn't be here, with them." Her gaze landed on Vishi, who crept closer, probably curious about why Rex was holding a rebel's hand instead of finishing her off.

"They're just kids. They need someone to keep them safe," Rex told her, guilt pulsing through him. All his true brothers, Jesse, Kix, and a few others, had deserted years ago while he'd stayed in the Empire, like the terrified boys he'd charged himself with protecting.

Ahsoka held out her lightsaber. For a second, Rex thought she planned to stab him with it for staying in the Empire.

"Take this." She pressed the lightsaber into Rex's free hand.

"It's yours," Rex whispered.

"I don't need it where I'm going." Ahsoka's grip on Rex's hand weakened. "Goodbye, Rex." Her eyes slipped closed. Rex didn't let go of her hand even though she no longer squeezed his.

Vishi placed a hand on Rex's shoulder. "You better get your helmet on. The reinforcements will be here soon."

Rex stood, his eyes on Ahsoka's body. He stuffed the lightsaber in with his ammunition and put his helmet on. He watched Vishi, trying to pick up on the boy's mood. What did he think of the situation?

"If you're wondering, I won't say a word about this." Vishi touched the crack on his shoulder plate. "I owed you one."
Here's the last part of this arc.
I'm really sorry about killing Ahsoka. I really like the character, I just felt that it's very unlikely she survived until the Battle of Yavin. I hope the Rebels TV series that comes out in 2014 will shine more light on the situation. 
I have another idea nagging, perhaps something from Saw or Lux's POV. I don't know when I'd get that written, if ever.
If you want something happier, try reading the Loyalties Series. I wrote this before the end of Season 5 and it's a lot more optemistic, even if it isn't cannon.

Next part:…
Previous Part:…
Begining of this…
Start the series here:…
For those who want something happier, Loyalties series:…
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Onderon: Five years after Order 66

Under his white stormtrooper helmet, Rex's gaze darted from one soldier to another. They ran down the canyon path. Only a few attempted to use the canyon wall for cover. Most ran along the trail, some so close to the edge they sent pebbles plunging into the canyon depths. Just because the rebel base was supposed to be five klicks ahead didn't mean there wouldn't be some sort of ambush

These drafted men made the most inexperienced shiny look like a seasoned veteran. Ever since they'd been forced into the war, Rex had made it his full-time duty to keep the boys safe.

Rex paced himself, running more toward the back of the row. Even with the twisting canyon, they were badly exposed on the trail. It was only wide enough for two men to run side by side and the lack of cover worried Rex. The rebels wouldn't miss an opportunity like this.

One of the higher ranking stormtrooper waved to Rex and the other stragglers. "Get a move on. The captain says those rebels are evacuating their base."

A missile slammed into the trail behind Rex, sending a soldier plunging to his death. Part of the cliff face collapsed, cutting off the group's retreat. 

A young soldier shoved past Rex and ran along the trail, as if he feared the ground he stood on would collapse.

A nagging feeling nipped at the back of Rex's mind. It's a trap. Rex bolted after the frightened soldier, who he recognized as Vishi.

"It's a Jedi!" One of the soldiers fired a rocket forward, toward the rebel base. It arced down the canyon. A figure leaped too late and was thrown out of sight.

A few seconds later, an explosion above them, bigger than any missile, met Rex's ears. A rumble followed. Without even looking upward, Rex slammed into Vishi, shoving the boy against the cliff face. Rocks plunged past them, wiping out most of the other men who hadn't been lucky enough to cling to the edge of the cliff. A few boulders slammed into Rex and Vishi but their armor gave them enough protection to keep their bones intact.

Rex held the boy against the cliff wall until the rocks stopped falling and the dust cleared. The rest of the stormtroopers were gone, swept off the path by the rock avalanche. Rex guessed he and Vishi had been on the edge of the chaos. Still, they were both covered in dust and Vishi had a cracked shoulder plate. 

"T-thanks, I owe you one." Even though he wore armor, Rex saw Vishi trembling. The boy had no business being in the middle of a war zone. "If you ever need something, I owe you one."

"You don't owe me. I'd do that for any brother." Rex walked past Vishi and along the path, which was now covered with fresh rock. He couldn't go back and something made him want to press ahead. Along the way, he saw one other soldier. The white armor had been crushed like it was nothing more than a meal wrapper. 

Vishi bent to check the soldier but Rex put a hand on his shoulder. "He's gone."

Vishi sniffed.

"Keep it together, soldier." The last thing Rex needed was for the boy to break down sobbing over his dead friends. 

Rex climbed over a few boulders and came to where the path cleared. It had been dropping steadily closer to the canyon floor. Ahead of him, it reached the canyon floor.

A figure sat propped against the canyon wall. Rex froze. Vishi ran into him. 

"Stay back. I'll check it out." Rex drew his pistol even though he hadn't killed anything with it in years. He left Vishi and crept toward the body. It was a female Torguta. A chill shot through Rex. He took a few more steps toward the fallen rebel.

She moved. Something shot across the canyon floor to land in her hand. A lightsaber.

She tried to rise but slumped back against the wall with a groan of pain. "Finish it," she snarled.
I wasn't sure I wanted to write this but it wouldn't get out of my head so here's the first part.

Prologue from Ahsoka's POV:…
Part 2:…
To Hire a Jedi:… (How Ahsoka got to Onderon.)
Hired:… (What Ahsoka did after leaving the Order. This is the first installment of the series.)
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