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Of Ancient Sith: (Star Wars Self-Insert)
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Hamadryad
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Well, folks. This is gonna be my first try in writing Fanfiction. This will probably be a one-shot, as I have no real confidence in this getting popular. But whatever, tell me what you think! Give criticism! Help me improve my writing! Adios Folks!
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I always hated when people looked at me. I liked to remain incognito, in the shadows, unnoticed. Of course, my family wanted me to become social. ''Get friends!'' They always said, ''Go out more! It will do you good to get some sunshine, rather than sit in the dark with your computer and your silly stories.''
Of course, I barely listened. I preferred to the virtual world rather than the real. Everything was so much simpler. No School, no homework, no responsibilities. Just me and my hobby, which consisted of reading, mostly. Either that or drawing, not that I was good at it.
So it came as a real shock to me when I woke up and saw not my wooden roof, or my sheets, or even my bed! I saw metal, upon metal, upon metal.
Clearly, I was not in Kansas anymore.
I 'hmm'd' at my joke, bad as it was. Before rising from the metal cot and looked around. It was strange, everything seemed... Smaller, almost. Or was it me that was bigger? I glanced down on my hands seated on my lap, and was promptly surprised to see not dusky skin and trimmed nails, but a dark red color instead. With outgrown and sharp claws.
I also took note of the clothes I wore, or robes rather. But most shockingly the silvery tube clipped to belt. Hastily, I stood up, searching for a mirror or any reflective surface. Which was when I found the bathroom, or the equivalent to one. It had I was searching for at least.
I was bald, bald! When I went to sleep last night I was sixteen. And I had hair! And that wasn't the beginning of my problems. I had these weird little tentacles on my face, four in fact, and I looked old. Or not old, more like weathered. I had a scar going down my right eye, which split at the end. It looked like an upside down Y....
Oh dear, I know this face. I designed this face! It was never so realistic, though. The crappy sketches and drawings I made didn't catch the details of a Sith Pureblood.
It was with this revelation something inside my mind broke. Like a dam bursting when it held too much water, Knowledge of Centuries of old Sith poured into my mind. Lightsaber techniques, Force abilities... And the raw Hate of when I thought of Jedi. Of those that destroyed my species, of those that exterminated the kin of Darth Xûr.
Xûr, which was the name of one of my characters that I created.... One with the power to bring down moons....
A name which is mine.
And the Force Screamed.
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Done, It's short I know. Maybe I'll continue, maybe I won't, but regardless! Tell me what you thought! Help me better myself! Give Critique!
And above all, have a good day.
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I always hated when people looked at me. I liked to remain incognito, in the shadows, unnoticed. Of course, my family wanted me to become social. ''Get friends!'' They always said, ''Go out more! It will do you good to get some sunshine, rather than sit in the dark with your computer and your silly stories.''
Of course, I barely listened. I preferred to the virtual world rather than the real. Everything was so much simpler. No School, no homework, no responsibilities. Just me and my hobby, which consisted of reading, mostly. Either that or drawing, not that I was good at it.
So it came as a real shock to me when I woke up and saw not my wooden roof, or my sheets, or even my bed! I saw metal, upon metal, upon metal.
Clearly, I was not in Kansas anymore.
I 'hmm'd' at my joke, bad as it was. Before rising from the metal cot and looked around. It was strange, everything seemed... Smaller, almost. Or was it me that was bigger? I glanced down on my hands seated on my lap, and was promptly surprised to see not dusky skin and trimmed nails, but a dark red color instead. With outgrown and sharp claws.
I also took note of the clothes I wore, or robes rather. But most shockingly the silvery tube clipped to belt. Hastily, I stood up, searching for a mirror or any reflective surface. Which was when I found the bathroom, or the equivalent to one. It had I was searching for at least.
I was bald, bald! When I went to sleep last night I was sixteen. And I had hair! And that wasn't the beginning of my problems. I had these weird little tentacles on my face, four in fact, and I looked old. Or not old, more like weathered. I had a scar going down my right eye, which split at the end. It looked like an upside down Y....
Oh dear, I know this face. I designed this face! It was never so realistic, though. The crappy sketches and drawings I made didn't catch the details of a Sith Pureblood.
It was with this revelation something inside my mind broke. Like a dam bursting when it held too much water, Knowledge of Centuries of old Sith poured into my mind. Lightsaber techniques, Force abilities... And the raw Hate of when I thought of Jedi. Of those that destroyed my species, of those that exterminated the kin of Darth Xûr.
Xûr, which was the name of one of my characters that I created.... One with the power to bring down moons....
A name which is mine.
And the Force Screamed.
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Done, It's short I know. Maybe I'll continue, maybe I won't, but regardless! Tell me what you thought! Help me better myself! Give Critique!
And above all, have a good day.
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Hamadryad
The Return!
- Location
- Sweden
Well, I hope this brings you joy folks.
(Short Chapter By The Way, Sorry)
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This Is Bad.
I only just noticed that after my... breakdown. That I accidentally released my unconscious grasp on the Force, making it really easy for any Force-Sensitives to feel the raw Power that I let slip. And as such, making me vulnerable to locate.
I didn't even know which Era I was in. Hell, I don't even know if I am in another Universe entirely! I might as well be in Zero No Tsukaima for all I care!
Shit... Hyperventilating in a possible Spaceship with only thin pieces of metal to keep me safe against the Neverending Blackness Holy Hell I'm Going To Die!
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Pause... Breath In... Breath Out... Close your eyes and think this through...
Okay, I'm calm. No worries. Think... Any clues? Well, I'm a Sith Pureblood, likely the last if I'm in Canon... And I don't know shit about Legends, so I'm fucked there...
What I do know is that I better get my move on and get the Fuck out of here before the Jedi shows up. The thought of Jedi send anger shivering down my spine, and Hate sparks in my eyes as I glare at my reflection.
''Let Them Come,'' I grind out. ''Let them come, and I shall be here. Waiting for them to come to their Doom.''
My back straightens, with determination I march out of the bathroom into the... Sleeping area I was before. Looking around I spotted a data-pad built into the wall, which when I neared started blinking rather repeatedly. Which was why, my stupid teenager mind thought, ''Hey, maybe you should press that!'' Which was stupid, since, Y'know? Might be a Spaceship and all that?
A portion of the wall slid up, and I came face to face with... Nothing... Utter Darkness... For a moment I thought I perhaps opened an airlock by mistake, and only had seconds before all the air was sucked out, me included.
And then the lights turned on.
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Yep, Cliffhanger~
So, what'd ya think? Anything missing? Tell me your thoughts! I kinda need them to know if I need to fix anything later on.
Have A Good Day, Folks!
(Short Chapter By The Way, Sorry)
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This Is Bad.
I only just noticed that after my... breakdown. That I accidentally released my unconscious grasp on the Force, making it really easy for any Force-Sensitives to feel the raw Power that I let slip. And as such, making me vulnerable to locate.
I didn't even know which Era I was in. Hell, I don't even know if I am in another Universe entirely! I might as well be in Zero No Tsukaima for all I care!
Shit... Hyperventilating in a possible Spaceship with only thin pieces of metal to keep me safe against the Neverending Blackness Holy Hell I'm Going To Die!
...
Pause... Breath In... Breath Out... Close your eyes and think this through...
Okay, I'm calm. No worries. Think... Any clues? Well, I'm a Sith Pureblood, likely the last if I'm in Canon... And I don't know shit about Legends, so I'm fucked there...
What I do know is that I better get my move on and get the Fuck out of here before the Jedi shows up. The thought of Jedi send anger shivering down my spine, and Hate sparks in my eyes as I glare at my reflection.
''Let Them Come,'' I grind out. ''Let them come, and I shall be here. Waiting for them to come to their Doom.''
My back straightens, with determination I march out of the bathroom into the... Sleeping area I was before. Looking around I spotted a data-pad built into the wall, which when I neared started blinking rather repeatedly. Which was why, my stupid teenager mind thought, ''Hey, maybe you should press that!'' Which was stupid, since, Y'know? Might be a Spaceship and all that?
A portion of the wall slid up, and I came face to face with... Nothing... Utter Darkness... For a moment I thought I perhaps opened an airlock by mistake, and only had seconds before all the air was sucked out, me included.
And then the lights turned on.
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Yep, Cliffhanger~
So, what'd ya think? Anything missing? Tell me your thoughts! I kinda need them to know if I need to fix anything later on.
Have A Good Day, Folks!
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Hamadryad
The Return!
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Lightsabers, Padawan Braids, a few Kyber Crystals... And a collection of... Skulls...
Gruesome trophies from past battles.
Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to care. I had too much on my mind right now, but further down the line I could possibly sell them for a hefty prise... The Crystals at least. I made my way through the room, hardly paying the decor any attention. Spotting doors were easier when you knew what you were looking for, that said, I made my way to the cockpit.
It felt familiar, everything about this place made me feel like I had seen it before. It hit me when I saw the three seats facing a round glass window, one elevated above two others.
It seemed that I was the proud new owner of a Fury-class Imperial Interceptor.
Or perhaps not New new. It seemed to be in a pristine condition though, no wires hanging loosely, no sparks flying wildly... And no crewmen.
Perhaps not that strange, since Darth Xûr is a Sith. Of course he'd be paranoid enough not to hire help. Which was a problem for me since I'm not really sure that I won't be crashing into any planets when I eventually use Hyperspace.
Good thing is that the ship was circling a desert planet... Which was pretty striking when you thought about it, since it would be my first time in space. This place were either Jakku or Tatooine, both of which were bad depending on the Era I was in.
I was in deep shit either way. If this was Tatooine, it could either be while Edge-Lord Anakin was a child slave, which would mean that Knight-In-Shining-Armor Qui-Gon Jin would be there to free him. Which would mean I-Fell-For-The-Same-Trick-Twice Darth Maul would soon be following. Or it could be when Shmi was taken by the Sand People... Raiders... Whatever they were called, which would mean that a I-Slaughtered-Them-Like-Animals Padawan Anakin would be there, and not taking kindly to a Sith interrupting his Edgi- I mean grieving. Or it could be Luke I-Play-With-Toys-Even-Though-I-Am-Nineteen-Fucking-Years-Old Skywalker under the protection of Obi-Wan 'The Negotiator' Kenobi... Which would mean I'm fucked.
If this is Jakku, then it's either when Sheev 'Secret-Sith' Palpatine was visiting. Or when the First 'Totally-Not-The-Empire' Order was shooting up the place.
And no, I don't really think I Wouldn't be interacting with any Major Characters. 'Cause that would be boring and 'ROB' wouldn't want that. Not that I really think they existed, I just want someone to blame and curse in vain.
I really need someone to talk to.
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Sorry for the wait guys. Inspiration wouldn't really hit, Good news is that it's a bit longer than the first chapters.
So, 'imma be honest with you. I have No fucking idea where this is going, I just wanted to try my hand at writing. See how people reacted to my style and such.
But whatcha' think? I need to know your thoughts on how it feels, so that I can improve my writing.
Anyways! Thanks for reading!
Have a Good Day Folks!
Gruesome trophies from past battles.
Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to care. I had too much on my mind right now, but further down the line I could possibly sell them for a hefty prise... The Crystals at least. I made my way through the room, hardly paying the decor any attention. Spotting doors were easier when you knew what you were looking for, that said, I made my way to the cockpit.
It felt familiar, everything about this place made me feel like I had seen it before. It hit me when I saw the three seats facing a round glass window, one elevated above two others.
It seemed that I was the proud new owner of a Fury-class Imperial Interceptor.
Or perhaps not New new. It seemed to be in a pristine condition though, no wires hanging loosely, no sparks flying wildly... And no crewmen.
Perhaps not that strange, since Darth Xûr is a Sith. Of course he'd be paranoid enough not to hire help. Which was a problem for me since I'm not really sure that I won't be crashing into any planets when I eventually use Hyperspace.
Good thing is that the ship was circling a desert planet... Which was pretty striking when you thought about it, since it would be my first time in space. This place were either Jakku or Tatooine, both of which were bad depending on the Era I was in.
I was in deep shit either way. If this was Tatooine, it could either be while Edge-Lord Anakin was a child slave, which would mean that Knight-In-Shining-Armor Qui-Gon Jin would be there to free him. Which would mean I-Fell-For-The-Same-Trick-Twice Darth Maul would soon be following. Or it could be when Shmi was taken by the Sand People... Raiders... Whatever they were called, which would mean that a I-Slaughtered-Them-Like-Animals Padawan Anakin would be there, and not taking kindly to a Sith interrupting his Edgi- I mean grieving. Or it could be Luke I-Play-With-Toys-Even-Though-I-Am-Nineteen-Fucking-Years-Old Skywalker under the protection of Obi-Wan 'The Negotiator' Kenobi... Which would mean I'm fucked.
If this is Jakku, then it's either when Sheev 'Secret-Sith' Palpatine was visiting. Or when the First 'Totally-Not-The-Empire' Order was shooting up the place.
And no, I don't really think I Wouldn't be interacting with any Major Characters. 'Cause that would be boring and 'ROB' wouldn't want that. Not that I really think they existed, I just want someone to blame and curse in vain.
I really need someone to talk to.
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Sorry for the wait guys. Inspiration wouldn't really hit, Good news is that it's a bit longer than the first chapters.
So, 'imma be honest with you. I have No fucking idea where this is going, I just wanted to try my hand at writing. See how people reacted to my style and such.
But whatcha' think? I need to know your thoughts on how it feels, so that I can improve my writing.
Anyways! Thanks for reading!
Have a Good Day Folks!
C: 4 - Lord Sidious Interlude
Hamadryad
The Return!
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Sheev Palpatine was a man not to be trifled with.
Skilled duelist, Master manipulator, Dark Lord of the Sith. And very, very powerful, only to name a few of his capabilities.
At this moment, however. He was concerned, as the Scream he felt in the Force was Strong. Almost blinding him in the waves that crashed against his senses. Of course, if he could feel it rippling, then the Jedi could too, which meant they would investigate. Giving them an advantage over him, which Palpatine would not, could not, allow.
The most obvious cause of it might've been a recently born Force-Sensitive. Someone very strong with the Force. And if his hated Enemy acquired this... Child, before him, it would give them a major asset for when he initiated Order 66. So he would have to find them first.
If it meant that he would show his hand a bit earlier than planned, so be it. He would not allow a single thing ruin his plans.
He concentrated, briefly skipping over the Jedi in their temple, which to his amusement, felt distressed. Before stretching out into the direction where he sensed the disturbance. The Outer-Rim... There! Tatooine, the accursed desert planet.
He opened the drawers of his desk, acquiring a Holo-projector from beneath a hidden bottom. He contacted his current Apprentice; Count Dooku, otherwise known as Darth Tyranus.
"You have called me, My Master. I assume you felt it too, then?" Dooku spoke, straight to the point. Blue light flickering across his shape.
"Of course, My Apprentice. It is of utmost importance that you, or one of your Minions, make haste to Tatooine. The disturbance must be Investigated thoroughly, before any Jedi can do it first." Sidious spoke with haste, as every second wasted was an opportunity slipping away.
"As you wish, My Master." Came the response, "I will make my way there, shortly. I will return succesful, My Lord." The Count groveled.
Sidious nodded tensely, "See that you do." Before dismissing the call.
Palpatine sat down in his chair, overlooking the City-World of Coruscant. His fingers steepled, and his mind planning.
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Yeah, I have no excuse for my laziness... But at least I got a chapter out! Short though, shame that.
What do youse think? Kindly tell me so that I can kick my behind to make more of these!
Thank you for Reading, and have a nice day!
Galerius~
Skilled duelist, Master manipulator, Dark Lord of the Sith. And very, very powerful, only to name a few of his capabilities.
At this moment, however. He was concerned, as the Scream he felt in the Force was Strong. Almost blinding him in the waves that crashed against his senses. Of course, if he could feel it rippling, then the Jedi could too, which meant they would investigate. Giving them an advantage over him, which Palpatine would not, could not, allow.
The most obvious cause of it might've been a recently born Force-Sensitive. Someone very strong with the Force. And if his hated Enemy acquired this... Child, before him, it would give them a major asset for when he initiated Order 66. So he would have to find them first.
If it meant that he would show his hand a bit earlier than planned, so be it. He would not allow a single thing ruin his plans.
He concentrated, briefly skipping over the Jedi in their temple, which to his amusement, felt distressed. Before stretching out into the direction where he sensed the disturbance. The Outer-Rim... There! Tatooine, the accursed desert planet.
He opened the drawers of his desk, acquiring a Holo-projector from beneath a hidden bottom. He contacted his current Apprentice; Count Dooku, otherwise known as Darth Tyranus.
"You have called me, My Master. I assume you felt it too, then?" Dooku spoke, straight to the point. Blue light flickering across his shape.
"Of course, My Apprentice. It is of utmost importance that you, or one of your Minions, make haste to Tatooine. The disturbance must be Investigated thoroughly, before any Jedi can do it first." Sidious spoke with haste, as every second wasted was an opportunity slipping away.
"As you wish, My Master." Came the response, "I will make my way there, shortly. I will return succesful, My Lord." The Count groveled.
Sidious nodded tensely, "See that you do." Before dismissing the call.
Palpatine sat down in his chair, overlooking the City-World of Coruscant. His fingers steepled, and his mind planning.
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Yeah, I have no excuse for my laziness... But at least I got a chapter out! Short though, shame that.
What do youse think? Kindly tell me so that I can kick my behind to make more of these!
Thank you for Reading, and have a nice day!
Galerius~