Okay this is NOT apart of the story STAR WARS: THE DARK MOTHER or a Requested Story, But I REALLY wanted to get this out my system before I make the real story. Maybe y'all will like it IDK, ENJOY!THIS IS REALLY LONG, LIKE THREE CHAPTERS WORTH, But I guess there is Pay off with the lemon at the end sooooooo....Swag.
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The Grey Jedi Keion Agara watches as Star Destroyers close in on the darkened world of his former Master. He grips his ships controls calming his nerves.
Keion: It's been so long. Hopefully things won't get out of hand, not too much anyway.
He sighs knowing what is to come, but presses on to the planet's surface. The atmosphere is covered with thunderstorm clouds of Black and Red. With Each passing moment he sees the face of master staring back at him through the dark clouds. Blinding flashes lighting and loud roars of thunder surround the ship. Suddenly a powerful thunder shock strikes the ship sending it spiraling out of control.
Keion: Blast It! The surge blew the fuse, I need to repair it!
He quickly runs to the engine constantly being thrown and tossed like a Coruscant salad. In the nick of time he fixes the engine and replaces the fuse getting back to pilots chair. He revs the engine constantly, the solid ground nearing. The ships engine returns and he pulls on the wheel bringing the ship back into a balanced flight, Just managing to crash into a few trees .
Keion: That was too close. Almost had me that time Master.
The planets main city of Zodack is in sight, along with the castle of Darth Lord as well as Imperial drop ships. He activates his ships higher cloaking and lands the ship near the City limits. Keion takes deep breathes of air and prepares himself for what he prays doesn't come. He looks to his saber hilt next to a picture of his greatest friends and family, Along with his master. The very thought of them all fuels him with strength. He looks back to his Saber hilt and reaches out with the conviction of the force behind him, the saber flies into his hand activating revealing the emerald blade of light with a satisfying "hum". He smiles from the feeling of the hilt in his hands, midi-chlorians opening the gates of the Force to flow through his body. He grabs his cloak and walks out of his ship onward to the raining home of his master.
Keion: Maybe I should have brought a Flower for her, though I don't doubt that the weather has her down.
-In The City of Zodack-
He walks through the towns and small markets of Zodack seeing the people with looks of gloom, the feeling of sadness and discomfort surrounding them all. He continues his path toward the Castle and the first thing that blocks his path is a team of storm troopers shaking down civilians. Keion represses his urge to choke the life out the em, But as that thought is in mind.
Storm trooper: Hey! You there, Your heading toward a restricted area show me some identification.
He turns to him with a smile on his face.
Keion: I'm sorry, But I misplaced mine and wanted to replace it.
Not falling for the Dewback crap, he aims his weapon at the Young Adult. In a effort not to start a fight, he waves his hands in front of the Storm trooper.
Keion: You will calm down...
Storm Trooper: I will calm down...
Keion: It is a great thing that i'm here, Lord Udrath is expecting me.
Storm Trooper: It's so nice that you are here, isn't Lord Udrath expecting you?
Keion: Yes, She is.
He says smiling. The Storm trooper guides the little trickster to the Castle of Darth Udrath, his former Master. He feels his heart beat in his ears, each beat full of Angst, Anticipation, but also Excitement. The Trooper leads him to the door and lets him inside.
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Use Your Imagination (One-Shot)
Fantasyas the title suggests, yes this is a request book of One Shot (Not Really Short) Stories. Every day I will look for YOUR COMMENTS for what I should make and Release them when ever I can or during the weekends when I have Nothing to do. Just comment...