OT Celevon Edraven (Obelisk)/House Galeres of Clan Arcona PIN#12004

It is said that the smallest ripple in time can have unforeseen changes. Our story starts in 3 ABY during the Battle of Hoth when a Snowtrooper by the name of J’akked Tugrina is wounded by a blaster bolt to his shoulder and later was given a discharge for medical reasons. What if, instead, the bolt had hit four inches to the right and killed him on impact?

Some would think it would have little to no effect. They would be wrong. In the original timeline, seven years after being discharged, J’akked met a young pre-teen who suffered Retrograde Amnesia and trained the kid. That child grew to be Celevon Edraven. Thanks to J’akked’s subtle manipulations, the child grew to be an Assassin and a Dark Jedi. What would have happened had the Hapan not been there to encourage Celevon to embrace the darkness and use it for his own means? Let us take that journey and discover it together...

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“-I’m letting you know now, Tim. This guy doesn’t seem to have a dark bone in his body, but he has potential. I’m sending him to you lads so you can hopefully knock some sense into him,” the hologram of a cloaked man explained with exasperation clear in his voice.

Timeros Entar frowned. “We shall see what we can do. What is this ones name?”

“He goes by the name Celevon Raven Black.”

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“Why would I want him in with my lads? We’ve got no space for a di’kutse lighty. And I sure as frak don’t want someone in my squad who isn’t willing to follow whatever order I give,” Sashar growled, lighting up a cigarra.

“Sashar, he was given to us to ‘knock into shape’. If there is anyone I know who can get him angry enough to grasp his inner darkness, it’s Soulfire,” the Krath smirked.

“I’ll give him a week. Either this kid changes his stripes or he’ll be booted out onto his ass,” the Elder spat.

“That is all I ask.”

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“Pack your things, Black. You’ve been transferred,” Timeros barked after pushing open the young Onderonian’s quarters.

“To where?” the young man asked politely, standing from a lotus position and straightening his robes.

“New Tython,” the Rollmaster drawled in a disdainful manner.

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Real Timeline

The Assassin shot up in bed, breathing heavily. “Osik, but that was a weird dream. I’m glad I didn’t turn out like that. I would have happily strung myself up...”

“Hon, go back to sleep,” Xathia murmured, pushing him back down before placing her head on his shoulder. “Pillows aren’t allowed to move.”

‘Slice, that version of me was a wimp. I’m glad I had Jack to train me, otherwise... no, it’s not worth thinking on,’ Celevon thought to himself before succumbing to Morpheus’ embrace.

~END~

My submissions.

I know I’d had an uneasy feeling about everything in this entire damn war, but this felt different. It felt worse. Much. Much. Worse. This entire war had been a disaster, something I’d never had voted on if I had any voting power.
Then again neither did the Jedi council.
I sat in the main hall, on one of the benches closer to the pillars, and watched as many jedi, knights and apprentices alike, passed by me; bustling to their various locations and assignments. The war had taken its toll on everyone, and I could see many familiar faces pass by me, ragged with exhaustion and wrecked with stress, tension, and fear.
Even then, what I felt most was the emptiness of the main hall. So many of us used to be here, remaining on coruscant and tending to bettering ourselves. During this war all that was happening was travel. Every Knight had become a general and was commanding their troops on their warfront. It almost frustrated me to see it happen, but it was all I could see happening. This wasn’t the Jedi temple I remember as an initate or as a padawan. It was the remnants of the Jedi Order, torn apart by these damn wars. All thanks to Count Dooku and the separatists.
All we needed to do was find them.
Suddenly I saw two familiar faces walking towards the shuttle. Both were tall strong men, walking with purpose and determination. The one on the right had dark skin, and the setting sun shone off of his shaved scalp. The other wore dark robes signature to him, with wheat colored locks down to his neck.
Maybe I could help them with something? I was terribly bored here after completing my assignment on Ord Mantell.
As I walked over to them, I recalled returning to the planet upon which I had been discovered by the Jedi Order. They’d taken me from the streets, and raised me up to be one of the legendary knights, and I’d done my best to live up to the legend. My masters had been proud, but Master Windu is not the easiest man to please. Even then, I had survived the trials, and the senators seemed to grant me respect equal to the masters.
I couldn’t complain, I was happy where I was.
Not everyone I cared about could say that though, and I was worried for them.
“Master Windu! Anakin!” I called, approaching the pair. I saw my friend turn around upon hearing my voice. A grin on his face at seeing me.
“Hello old friend. You look well rested after your return from Ord Mantell.”
“And you look stupid as ever with that grin on your face.” I patted Anakin’s shoulder and turned to my former master, giving him a polite nod, “So what’s the rush.”
“An assignment,” came the terse reply; terser than usual in fact. My senses instantly popped up, wary about the situation, “Skywalker, stay here. I’ll deal with the business you brought to my attention.”
“But-“
“No arguing. You are too close to the situation,” and with that he climbed into a transport and flew off in the direction of the senate.
I stared at my master flying off then back at my friend, “Well that ended interestingly. Care to share?”
He turned and gave me a serious look, then began to move to another transport, “The Chancellor is the Sith behind all of this. Darth Sidious”
I stepped in his way and grabbed his shoulder, “Excuse me what?” How do you know?”
“He told me.”
“He just told you”
“He told me, and tried to tell me about the power the Sith have.”
“So he tried to recruit you to the dark side.”
A pause, “well...yes. yes he did”
“Does he know…? About, you know. The dad thing?”
He glared at me, “Yes he does, and after my dream, I’ll do anything to save her. You know that.”
“That’s not going to fix anything and you know it. You know the dark side can’t be trusted, “ I stepped right in front of him and looked him square in the eye, “and besides, what would Padme say if she found out you used the dark side to save her? That you betrayed the Jedi?”
He gave me a look, and we both stared for what felt like an eternity.
At long last, he sighed. “Fine. But we need to help Master Windu. He may not know what the Sith is capable of.”
“We don’t either,” I replied, “ but we’re supposedly the best knights out there, and you’re the chosen one. Might as well do something.”
Anakin nodded to me and we ran into the nearest speeder. Climbing in, I could feel the acceleration lurch in my stomach as we drove over to the Chancellor’s building. I couldn’t help but feel a pit in my stomach forming. My friend was on the edge of the dark side, thanks to his visions, and exposure to Palpatine might push him over the edge. I had to be careful.
Either that, or lose the Republic.
I kept mulling ideas over and over in my head the entire car ride. It was silent. When you’re about to face down a Sith Lord, small talk isn’t really something on your mind.
Then again, facing a Sith Lord wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I came back to Coruscant.
“Hiding in plain sight to take over the Empire. Smart cookie.”
“Smart what?” Anakin’s voice sounded both confused and amused all in one.
“Don’t worry about it.”
We quickly arrived at the tower, and rushed towards the main elevator towards the Chancellor’s chambers. The elevator ride was stressful, as both Anakin and I felt the tension rising with each floor we passed on our way to the top. It was almost palpable.
As we got out of the elevator, we heard the screams of many familiar faces, and turned to see Master Kit Fisto with a red saber coming out of his back.
“Looks like diplomatic solutions didn’t work,” I muttered. I saw Anakin nod, and we both moved forward, in sync like we had always done during our missions together. We’d survived Dooku together.
What’s another Sith Lord right?
I gulped.
In an instant we were upon him, sabers out and flowing. It became apparent even Master Windu had backed out of the fight slightly, as the blurs in front of me became a mix of green, blue, and red. Anakin and I worked on instinct and knowledge of each others fighting styles. He hits hard with his Djem So; I hit fast with my combination of Ataru and whatever Vaapad Master Windu had let me learn. We complemented each other, continuing our unrelenting assault on the Sith Lord, not giving him time to stop and breathe, let alone speak.
We kept fighting, putting him on the back foot, forcing him to take backward steps, moving and attacking top and bottom. He was good, Sith Lord good; better than anything I’d ever imagined someone being able to do with so little practice.
Then a thought hit me.
“For someone who barely uses a saber, you sure fight like a padawan,” I called out while moving back and forth. Anakin met eyes with me during a full sweep, wide eyed and mouthing What are you doing.
I winked back, grinning for a second then going back to focusing on the fight.
I heard a snarl in response, and saw dark robes flying behind the official table, “You shall fall before the power of the dark side.”
“Ooooooooo Scary! What are you going to do? Snarl me to death?!”
He snarled again, a roar that sounded a cross between a wolf and a hyena that I’d seen in the holovids, but that momentary flash of anger was exactly what we needed.
Synchronously Anakin and I raised our hands in a scooping motion, and the table leaped up, as if it had been flipped up, and smacked the old man square in the face, smashing him against the wall. Putting his saber away, Anakin used both his hands to hold the table in place while I used my other hand to pull Palpatine’s saber to me.
“Please…stop…please….Anakin” he whimpered.
The table dropped, and a bloodied, crushed face met us, staring at us out of the one good eye left.
Okay, maybe I pushed my end a little harder than I intended. But in my defense he totally deserved it. He tried to corrupt my friend.
“Youre not actually going to cut off my hand or betray me or something to save her right?”
“What? NO! What are you even talking about.”
“Hey I can have bad dreams too!”
Anakin paused at that, “You had a dream about that?”
“Well, no…but I can be scared ok?”
Master Windu bisected Anakin’s glare and walked to the broken figure in front of us. It was pathetic really, hands twisted and broken, barely able to move his arms. His upper body had been all but crushed, along with his face.
“An….Anakin…puh….lea”
Windu pulled out his saber, “Chancellor, you are under arrest for high treason against the Republic, and for causing the separatist war. For that you will be punished with death.”
Anakin began to move towards him to say something, and I put my arm up to block him.
“He tried to hurt you, he tried to use you for his own gains. Let it slide.” I whispered.
He opened his mouth to argue.
“What would Padme say if she were here?”
Anakin closed his mouth and stepped back. He understood what had to happen, for the Republic. For all this chaos to end.
Maybe there could be peace at last?
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There wasn’t much blood, and even if there was, blood rarely stains a Jedi’s cloak.
It’s a Force user thing, don’t worry about it.
The aftermath of it all felt like a blur. I could feel my body and mind collapsing after the adrenaline began receding from me. Others came and saw what had transpired, and very quickly the news spread. Everyone found out that all of this had been orchestrated as a power play by the previous Chancellor. After Master Kenobi took out Grevious the remains of the Separatists either all surrendered or were arrested and tried for their crimes.
People reacted as people do, they hail heroes. Anakin and I were raised onto the shoulders of the celebrating people of the Republic. They loved us, adulated us. Hell I’m pretty sure they made us into action figures or something. I lost count after a while of all the things they did to invite us and hail us as heroes. Master Windu forced us to take credit; less for him to deal with I suppose.
Peace at last I suppose. All’s well that ends well and all that.
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“You going to keep staring out that window or join me?”
I turned to see a smirking Skywalker staring at me with a single eyebrow raised, clearly amused at my pensive mood.
“Yeah Yeah yeah. Whatever you say. Sometimes it’s good to stop and smell the flowers. You know that right? Don’t you do that everytime you go to Naboo?”
I earned a nice good stare, “You’ve gotten awfully pensive lately. It makes me forget how much of a wiseass you truly are. I’m surprised the rest of the council hasn’t figured it out yet.”
“Our fellow Jedi masters also don’t know about my secret love?”
“For what?”
“Annoying you.”
Anakin sighed as we climbed into his speeder.
“So, how are my godchildren doing?” I asked as we flew towards the residential area.
“Good, good. They ask a lot about you. Pretty bummed when they’d heard you’d gone offworld for a little while. Where did you go anyways?” He turned to look at me, steering without looking with a smoothness that can come only with talent.
“Chancellor Organa and Master Yoda and Kenobi agreed on sending me to some diplomatic stuff in the outer rim. The Hutts weren’t being entirely cooperative so I….persuaded them a bit.”
“You could have taken me with you.”
“I doubt the Hutts would have appreciated us completing each others sentences. And besides you had that fun Senate restoration and reelection to deal with. I’m glad things went like this,” the smile was evident in my voice.
“Yeah you owe me for making me sit through that alone.” He grumbled.
As we landed and walked, I felt good to be back on familiar ground with the air on the platform and as we walked up to the doors of their apartment. The cool breeze through the windows was refreshing, and lovely.
“Honey I’m home!” Anakin called, “and I’ve brought a friend!”
“Uncle Andy!” I heard a young screech and then felt my calf tackled. I looked down to see a young blonde boy and a brown-haired girl clinging to my right leg, squeezing and fighting for space.
“Well hello to you, Luke and Leia!” I picked them both up, one in each arm, “How are both of you doing? It’s been too long!”
Senator Amidala came out of the bedroom with a beaming smile on her face, “It has been indeed too long, Anduriel. How are you? You must be starved. Come come dinner is ready.”
I looked at Anakin, then at both the kids. I couldn’t stop grinning.
Yeah. Peace at last.