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own Star Wars or any recognizable Star Wars entity in this story.
A/N: This is my first
ever massive Star Wars story. It’s
actually closer to an epic but that is beside the point. I hope you enjoy.
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It was nearly midnight
when Xanatos finally made it back to the jungle clearing. He’d spent most of the day hiding in a patch
of mud, surrounded by several different types of blood sucking animals. He dropped to his knees next to the limp
form, fingers gently brushing through the short, reddish hair before trailing
down the long braid. With a soft sigh he
dragged his thumb across one sharp cheekbone and along his jaw line to touch
silky lips. “Such a
waste.”
The younger Force user was sprawled over the ground, long
limbs bent slightly. From a distance it
appeared he was simply asleep, but closer the truth was evident. A cauterized wound was in the center of his
chest, right where his heart used to
be. Xanatos remembered everything that
had lead up to the death of his young lover.
~
He had been hiding on the planet, counting on its rich
environment to hide him from the Jedi Council.
For nearly a year and a half he had been living in solitude on the
planet, only leaving on occasion, heavily disguised to visit the markets on
other planets and gather goods he needed or check to make sure his business was
still alive. Periodically he would meet
up with Obi-Wan and they would spend several days together before the Padawan
had to return to Qui-Gon’s side. The
fallen Jedi wasn’t sure how his mate managed to get away from the Jedi Master,
but every time he’d arrive, with the older Jedi none the wiser about what was
going on.
That morning he’d woken to find the jungle around him
silent, all of the animals having fled in the night. Many of them were Force sensitive and had
grown used to his presence. Their
absence was a less then subtle hint that more Force users had arrived on the
planet and more then likely would not be friendly towards him. He had carefully reached out through the link
he and Obi-Wan had forged at the start of their relationship.
His mate had sent back a wave of love, tinged with
worry. From what the dark Jedi could
gather from the younger man he and Qui-Gon were on the planet looking for
him. The younger Jedi had pleaded with
his lover to leave, some how managing to keep Qui-Gon from getting suspicious
about his actions.
Without warning the two Jedi had stumbled over his hiding
place. Qui-Gon had instantly drawn his
lightsaber and attacked his former Apprentice without thought. Xanatos had barely managed to jump clear, his
own lightsaber flying to his hand.
Obi-Wan had stared between the two men, unsure whose side to take. His Master, who he loved and regarded as a
father, or the man he loved and had forged a bond with.
When Xanatos had tripped over the rock, Obi-Wan’s decision
was taken from his hands. The fallen
Jedi had gone down, lightsaber dropping from his hand, the red blade
disappearing. The young man flung
himself over his mate just as his Master drove his own saber forward, intent on
finally ending Xanatos’ life.
The green blade pierced the Padawan’s body and he slumped
over his partner’s body, breathing coming to a shuddering halt. Qui-Gon’s blade quickly retracted and he
stared down at his Apprentice’s body, blue eyes wide with shock. Xanatos gently pushed Obi-Wan’s body off him,
fingers brushing over the younger man’s cheek before his eyes went to his
former Master who hadn’t moved.
“And you thought you were a failure when you lost me to the
Dark Side. I believe you have just
proven your self wrong.” His voice was
dark with loathing and anger as the Dark Side swirled around him. He carefully settled his lover’s body on
the ground and got to his feet, dark clothing rippling in the slight breeze
surrounding them.
Qui-Gon snapped out of his daze, icy eyes narrowing in
anger. “You did this to him. If you
weren’t such a coward and hadn’t pulled him in front of you none of this would
have happened. He would still be here.”
The younger Force user smirked, calling his lightsaber back
to his hand with a mere thought. “I
think your eyes are going Jinn. I could
have sworn it was your blade that pierced his chest, stole his life away. And you have the gall to blame me. It’s sad that you’ve been undone by yet
another apprentice.” His voiced dropped
slightly as he gazed at his former Master from beneath his lashes. “But then, you’ve always had a soft spot for
the young boys.”
Qui-Gon took a step backwards, his long body tensing with
anger. “You have a lot of gall to be
saying anything like that deCrion. I had
nothing to do with your leaving the Order; you chose to do that because of your
greed.”
Xanatos stroked the scar on his cheek. “Believe what you will Master, but my greed
had nothing to do with it. I realized
that I had a greater destiny then trying to help the never ending problems in
the Galaxy.”
He could feel the flickers of the Force skimming across his
shield, probing, looking for an entrance.
It was obvious that Jinn and his mate had not come alone. The fallen Jedi smirked slightly. He hadn’t realized that the Council thought
he was so important. With a sharp laugh
he bowed to his former Master. “I would
love to stay and continue this discussion, but I have a feeling your friends
will be here soon, and I feel no desire to have to deal with so many of you
self-righteous pricks all at once. Until next time.”
With a simple flick of his wrist he kicked up loose mud and
dying foliage and flung them at the older man, using it as a distraction so he
could escape.
~
Xanatos smiled slightly at his lover’s body, fingers
continuing to stroke over his lips. “He
won’t be able to escape this one.
Revenge will be mine, even if it means the end of me.” He gently rested his free hand right above
the wound on Obi-Wan’s chest and called on the Force, feeling the dark energy
swirl around him. He sent it skittering
along the younger man’s body and felt the answering flicker of the Force from
Obi-Wan’s body. Reaching out further he
wound his own power around the small flame and drew it up from the darkness
that surrounded it.
Drawing in a harsh breath Xanatos removed his hand from his
lover’s face and plunged it into one of the pouches on his belt to remove a
large, opaque multi-faceted crystal. He
had found it one of the caves on the planet and had planned on using it in a
lightsaber, but what he had in mind for it now was so much more important.
Thrusting himself deeper into the dark around him he drew
the flame closer and wrapped it securely in his power before thrusting it into
the crystal. He slumped over his lover’s
body for several minutes. “Fuck. I’m not
going to try that again. Only for you my love.”
The crystal flared brighter for a moment before settling
back into a steady glow of blue tinged silver.
The dark Jedi slowly got to his feet and headed back into the jungle,
crystal blue eyes focused on the mountains in the distance where his small ship
was hidden.
-----
Xanatos collapsed on the small bunk, feeling like he was
going to pass out. Between the forced
hike to the ship to avoid the Jedi sweeping the jungle for him, and storing his
lover’s essence in the crystal, he felt completely drained, both physically and
through the Force.
With a groan of frustration he sat up and shed his cloak and
belt. He carefully pulled the crystal
from the pouch and curled around it on the bed, smiling slightly when he felt
it’s warmth seep into his skin. He drew
the blanket up, and settled in, knowing it wouldn’t be safe to leave the planet
until the Jedi had withdrawn.
-----
Xanatos strode down the landing ramp of his ship, his cloak
pulled tight against the whipping wind, his anger barely hidden. One of his servants was standing at the base
of the ramp. “Welcome home My Lord, there are so-” The old man found his throat suddenly closed
off, invisible fingers crushing his windpipe as his master watched him with
narrowed eyes.
“I told you I was not to be disturbed when I returned. I will be in my meditation chamber, and I do not
wish to be interrupted. If anyone sets
foot anywhere near me while I am in my chamber they will not live.” He released
the man and continued across the grass to his mansion, ignoring the looks his
mechanics were shooting him. They knew
not to disturb him when he returned home.
The servants in the house were all standing in lines down
the foyer, awaiting his arrival, heads bowed in reverence. The fallen Jedi quickly looked around; glad
to see that at least some of his people were remembering their indoctrination. He swept up the stairs and down the hall to
his room, which was barred by a Force lock.
He didn’t even stop as he sent a pulse of Force at the device, causing
the door to swing open.
With a tired sigh he stripped his cloak off and dropped it
in one of the chairs before striding across the room to open the thick
durasteel door that hid his meditation chamber. The circular chamber was made
of black granite harvested from Korriban, a planet steeped in dark energy. Xanatos had paid more credits then he liked
to think about to ship it here, but it had been worth it. The dark stone were carved with various Sith runes, designed to focus the Force and make it easier
to harness.
He knelt in the center of the room and set the crystal in
front of him, smiling slightly as the crystal flared bright. “Yes love, I know.” With slow, careful precision he drew the
Force to him, the dark power surrounding him like a lover. Once he felt he had it under control he
plunged into the crystal, feeling the silver blue flame brush against his
power.
<Xan, what the hell is going on?>
The dark Jedi reached out a tendril of his power, brushing
against the flame. {I’ll tell you
later. How do you feel Kobi?}
<Weird. I can feel the Force, but other then that I can’t
sense anything else. I want to know what
is going on.>
Xanatos wrapped his mate in his power, trying to pass on
some kind reassurance. {How much do you
remember?}
<I remember my time at the Temple,
and everyone there, the first time we met and coming to Haruun Kal to find you
and then nothing until I felt your Presence just now.>
{Shit. Obi-Wan,
you’re dead.} He hadn’t wanted to make it sound so callous and uncaring, but at
this point it seemed easier to just tell his mate the truth. No point in beating
around the bush. The younger man was
smart and would have figured it out, given enough time. For a moment he feared his mate wasn’t going
to answer.
<What happened?>
{You and Jinn found my hiding place sooner then I
thought. He wasted no time in drawing
his saber. I tripped and you jumped in
front of me, evidently hoping that Jinn would stop before he injured you. However, he was so wrapped up in trying to
kill me that he never even noticed you.
He ran you through. I had to
leave your body because other Jedi were on there way but I eventually made it
back. I trapped your essence in a Force
sensitive crystal.}
<And is that your whole plan? Leave me trapped inside a fucking crystal for
the rest of my life? I’d rather you’d
just let me die Xan. I don’t want to
live if I can’t ever touch you again.>
Xanatos wrapped his power more tightly around the younger
Force user’s essence, trying his best to pass along some kind of comfort. {Obi-Wan, listen to me I never would have
placed you in a crystal if I didn’t have some way to bring you back. However, there is one minor problem.}
This was the one problem he knew his mate would have with
his whole plan. While Obi-Wan was still
more emotional than most Jedi he had managed to reach the balance that many
Masters had achieved, including the one about taking a sentient life. Xanatos wasn’t sure how well the young Jedi
would take completely outing someone else’s spirit in order to take their body.
<Xan, what’s the problem?>
{I can put you back in a body, but not yours. It was too damaged by the attack. And the only way for you to be able to take a
body is to force someone from their body.
Which means consigning them to eternal darkness. They cannot become part of the Force unless a
Force user is nearby to help them. Of
course, if they were to give their body to you, I would be more then willing to
help them rejoin the Force.}
Obi-Wan’s essence seemed to flicker for a moment before
dimming slightly. <I understand. Let me think about this Xan.>
{As you wish Kobi. I have some business to attend to but I will
return in a little.} Sending a soft
flicker of love the dark Jedi returned to his body, wincing when he realized
how cold he was. He carefully stood and
tucked the crystal back into his pouch before striding out of the room. With a soft sigh he pulled open his closet
and pulled out a thick blood red robe and slipped it on as he crossed his room
to open the door.
His major domo was standing right outside the door, twisting
his hands nervously. When he noticed
his master he bowed low. “My lord, there
are several matters requiring your attention, but I thought you would like to
know your Nekima has been acting up since you left. She mauled one of her handlers.”
The fallen Jedi smiled blue eyes bright. “I’m sure she had good reason to. I’ve told you many times she can sense your
fear. Find me later and tell me the rest
of what needs to be done. I need to make
sure she is not in any kind of danger.”
The man bowed even lower before scampering off. Xanatos watched the man until he disappeared
around the corner before heading down the hallway that branched off right
before the room of his door, leading out to a small courtyard. The moment he set foot into the weak sunlight
a huge figure uncurled from beneath one of the trees and leisurely strolled
over to the fallen Jedi, white eyes boring into his form.
“Hello Vinylas. I
hear you’ve been tormenting my staff.”
He reached out to scratch one of the Nekima’s ears, eyes roving over the
huge animal. The Nekima were a species
of Force sensitive catlike creatures that lived on Chalacta. His was one of the rarer species that lived
high in the mountains. She was a deep
black that seemed to absorb the light and had emerald green stripes and her
teeth were nearly as long as his forearm.
However, the Nekimas most striking feature were
their eyes. The iris was white, ringed
with gold and it was said the great animals could vaguely see the flow of the
Force around them.
The Nekima were easily big enough for humans to ride and
Xanatos had plans for using the giant animals as mounts in war and was even now
setting up a site for breeding them near his compound.
Because of the fact they were Force sensitive they bonded
with the first Force user they were near and became fiercely loyal of that
person. They had been known to go
berserk if they sensed their masters’ death and there were several records of
the animals having killed people who had been plotting against their
masters.
Vinylas arched into her master’s
touch, a deep grumbling purr thrumming through her chest. Once Xanatos was certain the Nekima was calm
he reached into her mind and quickly sorted through her thoughts. He stopped on one image of two of her
handlers fighting. While she couldn’t
comprehend human speech she could sense emotions and Xanatos was picking up the
feeling of anger and mutinous intentions from one of her handlers.
He wasn’t overly surprised when he felt the satisfaction
coming from Vinylas about having saved her master from certain death. The fallen Jedi pulled out of the Nekima’s
mind, one hand moving to scratch her throat.
“Very good Vinylas. I’ll make sure you get some Boma meat tonight.”
She rolled on to her back, displaying her trust for him
before she got back to her feet and crossed the courtyard to go back to sleep
underneath her tree. Xanatos smiled at
her before heading back inside, knowing that there were many things he needed
to get done, the most important of which was to try and find a find a new body
for Obi-Wan. He had the feeling that if
he found someone who was depressed and had no family to live for they would be
willing to give their body up. However, talking to the mauled handler came
first. He needed to know exactly what
had driven the man to even think of betraying him.
Again, his major domo was standing just outside the door to
Vinylas’ compound, afraid that the Nekima would maul him. He was about to speak when Xanatos silenced
him with a simple raised finger. “No.
Take me to the mauled handler. I have
learned some disturbing news from her and I need to speak to him right away.”
“As you wish my Lord.” The man started down the hallway, moving much
quicker then he normally did so his master would not trip over him. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Xanatos
spoke again.
“Tell me exactly what happened the day Vinylas mauled
him.” Despite the fact he knew what had
happened from the Nekima, he wanted to hear what the handler had said. He was certain the man had told some foolish
story, forgetting that his master controlled the Force and could pry it out of
him. The fallen Jedi was looking forward
to pulling the truth out of the man, even if it caused him permanent mental
damage. That would teach his other
servants to have second thoughts about betraying him.
“Shimsa had gone into clean your
Nekima’s courtyard. Normally she just
stays under her tree and barely pays any attention to them but that day she
watched his every move. Later Kilisree
came out and started talking with Shimsa.
Shimsa said something that Kilisree didn’t like and the two started
fighting. Before either of them could
react Vinylas jumped Shimsa and tried to disembowel him. He managed to roll on to his back but not
before sustaining heavy wounds. Kilisree
and one of the newer handlers managed to get the Nekima to back off and get
Shimsa to his room. She hasn’t attacked
anyone else since then.”
Xanatos nodded. “Good.
Go find Kilisree and have him come down here. I’ll need to talk to him after Shimsa.” He could feel the pain radiating off the
injured man and knew that he would have no problems locating the man. He ignored the domo as he bowed before
vanishing down a hallway.
The fallen Jedi pushed open the
door to the small room Shimsa was in, blue eyes going immediately to the
bed. Shimsa was wrapped in a multitude
of bandages and lying on the bed. He was
unconscious from the amount of painkillers in his system, but that was
something he could easily work around.
With a feral grin he plunged into Shimsa’s mind and used the Force to
remove all traces of the drugs from the other man’s system.
Shimsa came awake with a groan of
pain, dark eyes unfocused. “What the
hell is going on? The doctor said that I
should remain unconscious until the wounds are mostly healed.”
Xanatos took immense pleasure at
the look of horror that crossed the other man’s face when he realized exactly
who he was speaking too. “I must admit,
most people would rather cut their tongue off before saying something like that
to me. You must be either extremely
brave or extremely stupid.”
Shimsa made to get up, but fell
back as the pain from the wounds Vinylas had caused reached his mind. “My Lord, I didn’t mean that. The last of the drugs in my system was hampering
my judgment.”
The black haired man smiled, one
hand going to the lightsaber hanging on his belt. “I’m going to ignore the fact you’re lying to
me. There are no traces of the drug in
your system, as I purged the chemicals before you woke.” He leaned forward slightly, eyes boring into
the injured man. “Now, why did Vinylas
attack you?”
His servant shifted slightly, dark
eyes moving away from the fallen Jedi.
“I don’t know. I was simply
cleaning out her courtyard when she attacked me. I didn’t do anything to provoke her.”
Xanatos’ grin widened and he leaned
forward slightly, using the Force to hold Shimsa tight to the bed, making it
hard for the other man to breathe. “I
find that hard to believe. Nekimas bond
with their masters and I was able to probe her mind surrounding the events that
led to her mauling you. I believe you
had some idea of doing something that would cause me harm. Otherwise, she would not have attacked you. What were you doing?”
Shimsa struggled against the
pressure holding him to the bed, ignoring the pain of his wounds as panic
started to swamp him. “Nothing I
swear. I would never do anything that
might harm you Master deCrion.”
The fallen Jedi pulled his
lightsaber from his belt and flicked it on, the blood red blade casting a demonic
light on his face. He slowly lowered the
blade until it was hovering just above Shimsa’s forehead, one of the few places
on his body not covered with bandages.
“I’m tired of trying to get you to admit your plans. It would have been easier if you’d just told
me, but I can see I’m going to have to do this the hard way.”
Before the man could say anything
Xanatos dove into the other man’s mind and started rifling through his
thoughts, paying no heed to the feeble mental fight the man was putting up. After several minutes of intense searching
the dark Jedi found what he was looking for.
A brief fleeting thought of turning in the bounty on his master’s head.
Xanatos withdrew from the man, and
extinguished his blade. Shimsa was
breathing hard, eyes so wide the whites of his eyes were visible. “It was stupid of you to think I wouldn’t
catch on to your little plan. It’s
impossible to hide from the Force. I’ll
let you live for now, but don’t get to comfortable with your continued
life. I will be making an example of
you.”
He left the room to find a man
outside that he recognized as Kilisree from Vinylas’ memory. The man dropped to his knees and bowed low,
resting his forehead on the floor at the toes of Xanatos boots. “My Lord, I promise I had nothing to do with
Shimsa. When he told me his plan to turn
you into the Jedi Council I was horrified.
I was going to subdue him and call the guards but your Nekima got to him
first.”
The fallen Jedi stared at the man
kneeling in front of him for several minutes before lightly touching the man on
the head. “Stand up.” The man slowly stood, grey eyes filled with
fear. Xanatos smiled at him slightly. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to do
anything. Just walk with me and tell me
what happened.”
Kilisree nodded slightly and fell into step
slightly behind his master. “I
remembered seeing something on the HoloNet about the Jedi Council putting a
bounty on your head. I thought it was unusual
because I always remember hearing they took care of dealing with their own
runaways. Shimsa had been in the room
with me when the announcement came on.
After he saw all the details he got up and said he was going to clean
out Vinylas’ courtyard. I was worried
about the look on his face when he left so I got up and followed him.”
He took a steadying breath before
continuing his tale. “When I got to the
courtyard he was muttering to himself and I heard him say something about Force
suppression drugs. I confronted him
about it and we started arguing about it.
Next thing I knew Vinylas was attacking him.”
With a jolt Kilisree realized he’d
followed Xanatos all the way out to the hanger housing his shuttle and that no
one was around. He turned fearful eyes
on his master, certain the fallen Jedi was going to kill him. “Please don’t kill me! I’m the only support my mother and children
have. They can’t afford to lose me.”
The fallen Jedi smiled softly. “You don’t need to worry Kilisree. Just relax.” He gently probed the other man’s
mind, pleased to see that the other man was telling the truth. “I believe you. And since you’ve proven to me you can be
trusted, I’m going to give you a promotion of a sort. While you will still be Vinylas’ keeper, I
expect you to tell me of any rumors about me that go through my servants, and
anything you believe could be a sign someone is planning to harm me. In return for your services, your family will
be taken care of.”
Kilisree stared at the younger man
for several seconds before he dropped to his knees again, forehead resting on
Xanatos’ boots. “Thank you my lord. I’ll do what ever you ask of me.”
“Good, good. Stand.” When
Kilisree was back on his feet Xanatos rested his hand on the other man’s
forehead and wrapped him in a layer of the Force, designed to keep other people
from getting too suspicious of his spy.
“Report to me the moment you have any news. For now, go back and make sure Vinylas is
comfortable. I owe her my freedom.”
Kilisree bowed once before heading
back to the mansion to fulfill his master’s wishes. Once the other man was out of sight Xanatos
withdrew the crystal that held Obi-Wan’s essence from the pouch and gently slid
into it, seeking out his lover.
{Obi-Wan?} There was a moment when he felt nothing
before Obi-Wan’s power gently touched him.
<Xanatos. What’s going on? I felt your anger.>
{A minor problem. It seems the Temple
has put a bounty on my head. Evidently
the Jedi don’t think they can stop me alone.
One of my servants was planning on collecting on the bounty. He will cease to be a problem before too
long.} Before his mate could say
anything he continued. {Have you come to
a decision yet?}
<I have. I want to come back, but only if the person
is completely willing and they have nothing left to live for. I won’t steal the life of someone who has
people to support or people who care about them.>
Xanatos touched his partner with
his power, passing along his happiness.
{I understand. And it would
probably be best if you didn’t go back to the Temple. I can’t say how well they would take your
resurrection, let alone in someone else’s body.}
<Agreed, but it doesn’t
matter. I was extremely close to taking
my Trials. I’m sure it doesn’t matter I
never actually took them.>
{You were taking your tests at
22! Don’t most people take it when they’re
25, or even older?} Xanatos hadn’t realized how strong his mate actually
was. Yes, he’d had ideas, but he’d never
gotten a chance to test his theories.
<Yes. No one had realized how high my midi-chlorian
count was until just last year. I
developed some since unrecorded powers and the Council decided to allow me to
take my tests early.>
{New powers? Should I be worried?}
<No. There was only one I actually got a chance to
practice, and only under Master Jinn’s supervision.> There was a momentary pause. <I can shape shift.>
{As much as I would like to
continue this conversation, I would much rather have
it face to face. I’m going to go see if
I can find you a body.} He paused for a moment before tacking on a phrase he
hadn’t used since he’d left the Order.
{May the Force be with you.}
He withdrew and quickly strode up
the ramp, his thoughts focused on finding a new body for his mate.
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