Star Wars: The Coming Storm

Star Wars: The Coming Storm: a fanon story by Zakkoroen

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Chapter I

Jedi Grandmaster Luke Skywalker looked around the Jedi High Council chamber, observing all the Council members carefully. Luke looked to his left. He saw Master Zak Korroen fidgeting in his seat. He’s grown so much, Luke thought. I still remember when I took him as my Padawan. Next to Zak was Anx Master Z’antz, who sat calmly in his chair. Next up was Kleezzz’el, a blue elephant-like Master. Luke’s gaze settled next on Jole-dak, who had been one of the first Council members. Arin-Suerre, who was widely known for his mastery of Form II Lightsaber combat, sat beside Jole-dak. Next was another original Council member, the Bith Br’oclent’l. Vale the Chadra-Fan was next in the line. The sly and stealthy S’leezof was standing and not sitting in his seat like everyone else. Rude, thought Luke, But so like S’leezof. The Arconan Master Berkolee was next. Berkolee was trying to overcome his addiction to salt with Luke’s help. Berkolee was also trying to train his nephew Derkolay in the Jedi arts. G’luncke sat next to Berkolee. G’luncke was an F’larck, a short, gray species with yellow teeth, brown eyes, and bean shaped heads. Melanee, a senior council member sat beside G’luncke. Luke noted that she seemed to be nodding off. The Ithorian Master K’rreeke sat next. The Ewok Jedi Master Keeshel’ sat in his seat, looking rather bored. Luke seemed to be feeling bored, too. Armalli’o, the only Arm’d’lloo Jedi in the order, sat attentively. Ekrab-leerson, a G’tak Master, was snoozing in his seat. Skleerk”e, or Skleerk’e, sat next. Luke noticed many Jedi were absent, such as Meer-nokt and Mun flack’r. Luke ended the meeting, and headed for his home.

The skies of Coruscant had never looked so beautiful to Mara Jade Skywalker. She sighed and turned to check her holoscreen to make sure her son Ben was still asleep. She checked her datapad. Her husband Luke should have been here five minutes ago! Instinctively, her hand crawled to her Lightsaber. If Luke was in trouble, she was going to save him. A noise broke her train of thought. She looked up to see Luke’s Jedi Airspeeder. Mara breathed a sigh of relief. Luke wasn’t in trouble, after all. Her hand let go of her Lightsaber hilt. She turned and walked to the landing pad in front of the skyhouse.

Dark lord of the Sith and Emperor Darth Styx, formerly Jacen Solo, studied the limp body of the love of his life Tenal Ka that lay before him. He reached out with the living Force. He sensed that she was not dead, merely unconscious. He sighed in relief. He could not bear to lose Tenal Ka again. Tenal Ka stirred, and Jacen prepared the empress’ throne. He also had his stormtroopers change her into Imperial royal dress. He then started planning his wedding.

Lasers flared and flashed as explosions burst all around the cockpit of Wedge Antilles’ X-wing starfighter. Behind him, his Astromech Droid R2-V9 beeped an alarming whistle. “I know, I know, Veenine,” Wedge said. “It’s just a TIE fighter, nothing Comet Leader can’t handle.” Suddenly, Wedge’s com unit clicked on, and the voice of Lark Jertym sounded throughout the cockpit. “Comet Leader, this is Comet Three,” Lark said. “Scythe-Class Star Destroyers appearing on port side.” Wedge groaned. As if they didn’t already have enough problems without Star Destroyers attacking every second. “I roger Comet Three,” Said Wedge as he switched his com unit to full. “Comet Squadron, this is Comet Leader. Regroup and assume Arrowhead formation.” A chorus of “Roger!”s echoed through the cockpit. The group of X-wings, Y-wings, ARC-290 fighters and A-wings clustered together and then grouped in a V-shaped formation. The purpose of the tactic was to intimidate the foes. Wedge clenched his teeth. Comet Squadron was heading strait toward the Star Destroyers.

Grand Admiral Fliint Maarkuus stared out the window of his Scythe-Class Star Destroyer. Was he seeing things? Were the Rebels actually trying to engage him at point-blank range? He snorted. This was going to be fun.

Luke's Cruise-Class X-wing approached the desert planet of Tatooine. Memories flooded into his mind. This was were he had met the wise Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Where he had found his droids R2-D2 and C-3PO. Where he had learned firsthand the true cruelty of the Empire. Luke shook his head. He was not here for nostalgia. He was here for Jedi. He glanced back to make sure Mara and Ben were comfortable. They were dozing off. “They all right, Artoo?” He asked R2-D2, who had insisted upon coming. Artoo beeped an affirmative. Luke looked back at Tatooine and thought about his assignment. The Council had sensed several Force-Sensitive beings on the desert planet and Luke had volunteered to go and find them. He landed his X-wing in Docking Bay 78 at Mos Eisley Spaceport. He shook Mara and Ben awake and, along with Artoo, headed to Chulman's Cantina, more commonly known as The Mos Eisley Cantina. Luke had been in the notorious bar once before, years ago, when he had been just a farmboy and his father had been killed by Darth Vader and the Jedi had just been a fairy tale. He stepped into the Cantina- and into a world of memories. It had been here, in this bar, that he had met Han Solo and his Wookiee friend Chewbacca. Where he had first heard of the Corellian freighter that he had grown to love, the Millennium Falcon. Almost instantly, he felt a tremor in the Force. A Jedi candidate was here, all right. The question was, where? He felt around with the Force. The tremor was coming from a Gand sitting alone in a corner. He started for the insectoid Force-sensitive.

Wedge concentrated hard as he commanded Comet Squadron left and right, dodging green bolts of laser fire from the Star Destroyers. Veenine whistled shrilly in alarm. “It's okay, Veenine,” said Wedge calmly. “Almost there, Comet Squadron! Fire on my mark... FIRE!” he shouted, and all of Comet Squadron fired simultaneously. Wedge grinned as the Star Destroyers each exploded in enormous fireballs.