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April 1, 2022

Secrets from the Past Chapter Five (Star Wars SWTOR Fan-Fiction)

Brenum was staring at the console monitor in the Clan Kandera bunker, as was everyone else, watching the progress bar; it was barely moving at all. It seemed to Knarf he kept leaning more forward every now and then, inching his eyes closer to the monitor screen.
            ‘It’s not giving us anything!’ Brenum shouted, kicking the console.
            ‘Easy, there,’ said Knarf, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. ‘It’ll take time.’
            ‘We don’t have time,’ Brenum said in a hushed voice.
            ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’ asked Fane. ‘Relsor won’t hurt her. Trust in your love.’
            Brenum closed his eyes. Knarf could feel some sympathy. He looked over at Shadie. ‘What time did Talyc say he’d be out of his meeting with Mandalore?’
            ‘Right about now,’ said Shadie.
            ‘Go and join him at the tavern,’ said Knarf. He motioned Brenum. ‘We’ll stay and run a few more diagnostics before joining you. But this thing will take a while, so I’m not expecting to get anything tonight.’
            Shadie nodded, as she and Fane left the bunker.
            ‘What was it you told me once?’ said Knarf. ‘Something about breathing?’ Brenum chuckled. ‘Here, help me run a few scans on this part of the tracker, make sure we haven’t missed anything. All this info will start to make sense once the bulk of the main part completes its full scan and gives us data we can actually read.’
            Brenum nodded and got to the task. Knarf tried to give him his most comforting smile, but he knew the feeling too well to know it wouldn’t change anything.

* * *

            Talyc sat at a table in the tavern, waiting for his friends to arrive. He looked up and saw a familiar face. He felt surprised, his heart skipping a beat, recalling when he’d last seen the bounty hunter; a tall lean and pale grey Rattataki with a few face tattoos continuing along his neck. Talyc thought he’d never see the day when the two would meet again. The Rattataki man turned his way and his eyes went wide with recognition. He walked to Talyc’s table and sat down.
            ‘Talyc Kandera?’
            ‘In the flesh,’ replied the clan leader.
            ‘My, my, it’s been a long time.’ The Rattataki grinned.
            ‘Only about ten years,’ said Talyc. He bit his lower lip, unsure what to call the man, friend wouldn’t quite describe it. They clasped hands. ‘It’s good to see you, Vax. What are you doing all the way here on Mandalore? Thought you didn’t want in on the Mando life.’
            ‘Well, pulling off old bounties is starting to get old, you know,’ said Vax. ‘I ran into an old contact of mine and I got an offer to join a clan on Mandalore. Figured I’d give that a try.’
            ‘A shame you didn’t run into to me sooner,’ said Talyc, ‘I’d’ve offered you a place in Clan Kandera.’
            ‘Bah, we’d have gotten to our old tricks and not been able to get our tasks done. Probably best we don’t work together, fewer distractions.’ Vax winked. Talyc blushed. ‘Although, those were fun times.’
            ‘They were,’ said Talyc. ‘I have fond memories.’ Vax’s greyish skin turned a pink hue as he smiled. ‘Though I’ve moved on,’ Talyc added. If Vax was still anything like Talyc knew him to be, he was prone to a lot of flirting, so he wanted him to know about Fane, to avoid any awkwardness.
            ‘Well, yeah, I hear you’ve landed yourself a handsome young Jedi,’ said Vax. ‘Hope he keeps you safe.’
            ‘On the most part,’ said Talyc. Both he and Vax laughed.
            ‘Listen, Talyc,’ Vax said with a bit of a more serious air, ‘I’m sorry I disappeared on you the way I did. You deserved better. I just… Mandalore wasn’t for me back then and I just didn’t know how to tell you.’
            ‘Don’t worry about it,’ said Talyc, understanding Vax’s need for closure. ‘I’d figured as much. After wallowing, of course.’ Talyc didn’t want to lie, but he had pushed the memories from his mind a long time ago. Vax had broken his heart, but that was history now. ‘We’re good.’
            Vax perked up. ‘Yeah?’
            Talyc nodded. ‘So who’s the lucky clan?’ he said, changing the subject.
            ‘Clan Dargoza,’ said Vax, ‘with Clan Leader Wapita.’ Talyc winced. ‘What?’
            ‘Rival clan.’
            ‘Oh,’ said Vax. At that moment, Wapita and other members of Clan Dargoza entered the tavern. ‘Well, this is awkward. Doesn’t have to be.’ Vax waved them to come by. Wapita scowled but aproached and stood near the table. ‘You know Talyc, he’s an old friend.’ Wapita didn’t answer. ‘I see no reason why two rival clans can’t sit together and have a drink.’ Vax waved at the waitress to come by. ‘A round of your best Tarisian ale for all my friends.’
            ‘You haven’t changed much,’ said Talyc.
            ‘Oh, more than you know,’ Vax chuckled.

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March 25, 2022

Secrets from the Past Chapter Four (Star Wars SWTOR Fan-Fiction)

By binkyproductions

Trylia clipped her lightsaber to her belt and studied her new outfit as she walked out of the room to join Relsor and Perce again. She stopped short when she heard harsh but low voices; there was a third person with them. She slowed her pace.
            ‘You said that you wouldn’t!’
            ‘And I haven’t,’ replied Relsor.
            ‘I need to be able to question him myself.’
            ‘Do I need to remind you that your personal goals are secondary to those of the True Sith’s?’ There was menace in Relsor’s voice.
            The other man let out a long breath. ‘No, my Lord, I know it very well.’
            ‘You have this position for a reason,’ came Perce’s voice. ‘Don’t jeopardise it for…’ They paused. Trylia realised she could be seen. The man standing with Relsor and Perce was one of the True Sith who had borne witness to the Jedi’s grand escape; the hooded True Sith with a mask that covered his entire face.
            ‘Ah, Trylia,’ said Relsor.
            ‘I’m not interrupting anything, am I?’
            ‘We were just leaving.’ Perce clapped the other on the shoulder. The masked man kept his gaze on Trylia for a moment before he and Perce left.
            ‘An apprentice of yours?’ Trylia asked Relsor.

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Mysterious True Sith abord Relsor’s ship (Ballorn) (from Secrets from the Past, Story 8, Star Wars Fan-Fiction by Celinka Serre)

            ‘A pompous, overzealous, ambitious True Sith, but for those very reasons he has been recently elevated in rank. Perce and I can’t be on all ships at once; we need those who can lead while following our commands to keep the True Sith faction strong. Sometimes they overstep and need to be kept in check. Nothing to worry yourself with, Trylia.’ Relsor looked her up and down, examining her new outfit. ‘Lovely!’ he exclaimed.
            Trylia shrugged. She had to admit, although she wasn’t too fond of the style, these Sith robes were very comfortable.
            ‘Well, you did pick something that had some purple in it to match my lightsaber,’ she said. ‘I suppose that’s something.’
            Relsor inclined his head and smiled fondly. ‘Awgro!’ The Sith approached. ‘I have a list here of items I need from the market on Dromund Kaas and I only trust you to get these for me.’ He turned to his counterpart. ‘Perce, once again, you have the ship.’ The two nodded sinisterly. Then Relsor clicked his heels, turned and led the way, Trylia following close behind him. He motioned with his hand. ‘I want you walking next to me.’
            They took a shuttle to the surface. Once it had touched down, Awgro went in one direction and they headed in another. The place was dank, dark, damp, cloudy. She looked up.
            ‘It’s always raining here,’ said Relsor. Trylia noticed many Sith staring at them.
            ‘The Sith Empire is not used to seeing aliens among them,’ said Relsor.
            ‘Tell me about it,’ said Trylia.
            ‘They confer with humans and Pureblood Sith, very few of them are aliens. You will probably find more on Korriban, but few aliens earn their right to a title above master. Many have joined the True Sith, for we accept all dark side users, no matter their species.’ He eyed a group of Sith who were whispering while staring at him. ‘Here on Dromund Kaas, you will find some Mandalorians or bounty hunters, and a few Force users from the Academy on Korriban who are alien, but to see two such prominent aliens, Togruta and Chiss, walking as equals, both carrying lightsabers, is very strange to these little-minded folks. Not to mention they know who I am and should fear me. They know Perce, they knew Jassahmi and know that she is now dead, and thus they are wondering who you are.’
            Relsor led them down some stairs and through a wide street that seemed to be part of a complex. Trylia heard some music coming from a Cantina nearby. They walked up another set of steps where a taxi droid stood.
            ‘Please select your departure,’ said the droid. They entered the taxi and off it went, unescorted.
            ‘Now, Trylia, when we meet with the Dark Council, it’s important that you refer to me as “my Lord.” You don’t have to say “Master”, you can be vague; keep them wondering, keep them fearing. Speak very little, but when you do, be sure to lower the pitch of your voice a bit.’
            ‘What’s wrong with the pitch of my voice?’ demanded Trylia, in a higher-pitched tone.
            ‘My point exactly. Sound more like a Sith than like the Jedi you are.’
            ‘Oh right. I’ll do what I can.’ She paused. ‘My Lord,’ she added, lowering her voice as much as she could.
            ‘Oh, I like that!’
            ‘Don’t get used to it!’
            Relsor cocked a brow and looked her way. He didn’t say anything but she could sense amusement. The taxi arrived, after travelling across a high dip below them, and landed on a platform that connected to a long corridor that seemed to lead to other platforms. Relsor led them into the central complex and through a series of chambers. They went up a lift, and after turning a few corners, they came to a room guarded by two burly Sith. The door opened and they were admitted into the Dark Council chamber.
            Trylia gasped at sensing the dark side within the room. She could sense Relsor relish in the fear and anticipation the Sith Lords were emitting.
            ‘Here is where I bested them,’ he whispered to her. She did not want to know what that meant.
            Trylia looked at the long line of Sith Lords who sat in their council seats, all in one straight row, and there, next to the older man in the middle, sat Lord Void. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes, shifting ever so slightly.
            ‘The Sith are looking at me,’ Trylia tried to sound nonchalant. ‘Shall I acknowledge them?’
            ‘After my lead,’ replied Relsor.
            He halted in the centre of the chamber and nodded to the man in the centre and then looked at all the others. Trylia gave a curt bow from the waist and her gaze met Void’s once more.
            ‘You wished to meet with your True Sith Lord,’ said Relsor, ‘and now I am here. What is it you wished of me.’
            ‘Who is your companion?’ asked the man in the centre.
            ‘I am a student of the Force,’ said Trylia, bowing again, lowering the pitch of her voice as she had practiced moments earlier. She knew they would be probing to detect a lie; this was the best way to conceal her identity while telling the truth. She doubted the Sith would welcome a Jedi in their Dark Council chamber, even if that Jedi accompanied Relsor.
            The old Sith nodded. ‘We wished to speak with you on the matter of our alliance.’ He took a grave tone. ‘It is my understanding that many of our Sith were killed in recent events, and that their lives have been squandered.’
            ‘Nonsense!’ objected Relsor. ‘Your Sith joined my True Sith in a fight for power over the entire galaxy. You knew the terms when you joined the True Sith.’
            ‘You mean when the True Sith joined the Sith Empire!’
            ‘No!’ Relsor’s tone was dangerously menacing yet level. ‘I did not join any Empire. There is a difference, and I am the true leader of this whole faction. You gave your allegiance to me.’
            ‘Did we have any choice?’ the old Sith rebuttled.
            Lightning flickered briefly on the tips of Relsor’s fingers. ‘Your Sith knew what was being asked of them. They gave their lives up willingly.’
            ‘What my Lord, Haar’elso’rothmor, means to say,’ Trylia jumped in, sensing Relsor teeming with pride as she spoke, ‘is that their deaths will be honoured and,’ she looked at Lord Void, ‘they willingly sacrificed themselves to our cause.’

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March 18, 2022

Secrets from the Past Chapter Three (Star Wars SWTOR Fan-Fiction)

By binkyproductions

Trylia followed Relsor and Perce onto the flagship at a reluctant pace, feeling saddened. Relsor urged her along as they marched to Relsor’s multi-purpose viewport room. It had really become his main command centre, more efficient than his bridge, well hidden from typical target areas, and thus she knew that any enemy shooting at the flagship would not easily kill its commanding Sith Lord. Even if the bridge were destroyed, Relsor could still have the ship do anything the bridge would have commanded it to do, and he could deploy his shuttle from nearby as well. Trylia took note, just in case.
            It felt strange to be back on his ship. She looked around, walking slowly. She expected it would take a few hours before the others found her.
            ‘You’re going to have to be more pleasant company,’ said Perce.
            ‘And why is that?’ asked Trylia, affronted.
            ‘Because we have to tolerate your presence.’
            ‘Perhaps you must tolerate her presence,’ said Relsor, ‘whereas I relish in it.’
            ‘It figures you’d say that,’ said Perce, voicing Trylia’s exact thoughts. ‘Make no mistake, though,’ Perce went on, getting right in her face, ‘that if you lie, if you deceive us in any way, we will know, and I will kill you, even if he kills me for it.’ Trylia glared at him. Perce chuckled. ‘Of course, he won’t kill me, because I can’t die.’
            Relsor looked at Perce. ‘You can regenerate. There is a difference.’
            ‘Tisk, tisk, Relsor. Don’t be such a spoilsport.’ Perce looked back at Trylia. ‘Just mark my words.’
            ‘Are you going to let him talk to me like this?’ she said looking at Relsor.
            ‘You can’t walk in here, as our prisoner,’ said Perce, ‘and expect to be treated as the perfect little Jedi you think you are. Oh, but you’re not perfect, because the Jedi don’t allow attachments. Yet, you and Shadie, and all your friends, make the exception.’ His voice took a menacing tone. ‘If I have to endure your prissy little whining voice–’
            ‘Then what?’ Relsor demanded. ‘There’s nothing you can do about it, Perce.’
            Perce turned his head towards Relsor. ‘You are testing my endurance.’ He turned back to Trylia. ‘There’s just something about you I don’t like and can’t stand.’
            ‘Then it’s a good thing you won’t have to stand me for much longer,’ Trylia shot back, mimicking his tone.
            Both Relsor and Perce looked at each other. Trylia suddenly realised her mistake and cursed herself for having been goaded into revealing her secrets so readily. She felt her face turn hot.
            ‘You know,’ said Relsor, ‘there is something quite appealing to me when I see your Togruta face blush. The thing is, I would prefer it to be for different reasons. Now, tell me what you meant by that comment, and,’ he looked at Perce, ‘do not lie, or I just might let him kill you.’
            Trylia gulped. She looked at Relsor. ‘There is a tracking device on the hull of your ship.’ She looked down, closing her eyes in shame.
            ‘Well, well, how interesting,’ said Perce, sneering with pride. ‘This is why you were so willing to sacrifice yourself for poor old Brenum.’
            ‘Enough!’ Relsor looked at Trylia. He cupped his hand on her chin and lifted it. ‘Is that the only thing on my hull?’
            ‘As far as I know, yes.’
            Relsor backed away. He tapped his comlink. ‘Awgro, command room, now!’ They waited a few moments before the Sith apprentice arrived. ‘Tell me, Awgro, how is it a tracking beacon has made its way onto the hull of my ship and I didn’t hear anything about it?’
            ‘I was not aware there was any such device on the hull,’ replied Awgro slickly. ‘A Republic envoy flew by the ship, it was a quick flyby and then they were back in hyperspace before I could shoot them down. You were briefed on this.’ He paused. Relsor kept staring at him. ‘Nothing showed up on the scans.’
            ‘Then I know exactly where it is.’ Relsor stood taller. ‘Awgro, arrange that meeting with the Dark Council. Perce, the ship is yours. Trylia, you and I are going for a walk…on the ship’s hull.’
            ‘Me?’
            ‘Yes. Your Republic, your responsibility to help me find the tracking device.’
            ‘But you said you knew where it was!’
            ‘I did. And you’re going to assist me.’ Relsor turned and began at a quick pace. ‘Come on, we’ve no time to waste.’

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March 11, 2022

Secrets from the Past Chapter Two (Star Wars SWTOR Fan-Fiction)

By binkyproductions

Shadie, Knarf, Usharr, and Fane stood with Talyc as he gave instructions to Nriwe for the clan. The barve kept reminding her of things she probably already knew.
            ‘Don’t worry, I can look out for the clan when you’re not there, you know,’ said Nriwe. ‘I have done it before. Multiple times.’
            ‘I know.’ Talyc bowed his head. ‘I worry I’ve let the clan down.’
            ‘You haven’t,’ she replied.
            ‘I haven’t failed all of you?’ Talyc asked. Nriwe gave him a sardonic look. Knarf put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. Talyc looked at him. ‘I just worry.’
            ‘So does Shadie,’ said Knarf, smiling. He looked at his wife who nodded in agreement. ‘You’re a good clan leader, Talyc, and a fine Mandalorian.’
            Talyc smiled. ‘And you’re a good friend, Bes’laar.’
            Nriwe’s comlink chimed and she looked at her datapad. She giggled. ‘Remember to bring a bottle of Tarisian ale for Lian,’ she said.
            ‘How do you know he wants that?’ asked Fane, giving her a mock-suspicious glance.
            ‘Oh, he just messaged me.’
            ‘What?’ exclaimed Shadie, curiosity on her face.
            ‘Shall I tell him you’re on your way?’
            ‘Since when do you exchange private messages with Lian?’ asked Knarf, amused.
            ‘Well, we got chatting and he wants to confide in people who aren’t his closest friends,’ said Nriwe. ‘He doesn’t want you to feel bad for saving his life, but he’s still adjusting to his new life and he just needs a sympathetic ear.’
            ‘We’re sympathetic!’ said Fane. He looked bemused.
            ‘I’m sure Lian considers your friendship more important than to complain to you about his woes,’ said Knarf.
            Nriwe put her datapad away. ‘I told him you were leaving soon.’
            ‘Oh, okay,’ said Shadie. ‘You sure there’s nothing more going on between you two?’
            Nriwe blushed. ‘I don’t think he wants that right now.’
            Talyc pointed her way. ‘Now if there’s one thing I do well is gathering information and I’ll find out for you, because I know you, Nriwe, and I can tell–’
            She shook her head. ‘Get going. I’ll be fine. The clan will be fine.’
            Talyc began going through a few more details and Knarf had to pull him away. When they reached the docking area, the Krayt Dragon seemed already prepped for takeoff. Brenum was at the controls, waiting patiently, and Trylia waved from behind the cockpit viewport. Once everything was loaded onto the ship, they were off into hyperspace.

* * *

            Everyone sat waiting patiently, lost in their own thoughts. Fane sensed something in the Force, like a wave. He looked at the others.
            Talyc looked from him to the others as well. ‘You all just had the same face on. You just sensed something in the Force, didn’t you?’ Fane looked at him and nodded. Talyc looked awfully pale. ‘It’s Relsor’s malady,’ he said conclusively.
            ‘You sure you’re not Force-sensitive?’ said Knarf.
            ‘Certain of it,’ replied Talyc, ‘but I feel ill and I recognise Relsor’s malady. I’d recognise it anywhere.’
            The sensation in the Force pulsed again and then it vanished. Talyc sighed in relief. Fane quickly reached out in the Force towards Lian. Everything seemed fine at the Crypt as far as Lian knew.
            ‘Well,’ he said, ‘Relsor might be testing his abilities. Lian still hasn’t mastered using the Crypt to spread his healing and Relsor is so powerful, even then, Lian won’t be able to stop all his powers.’
            ‘How far do you think he can spread his malady to?’ asked Trylia. ‘He must be able to sense his own reach.’
            ‘Yeah, well, I hope he can’t sense us,’ said Brenum. ‘The last thing we need is him meddling in our affairs before we’re ready to take him on again.’
            Trylia’s lips tightened into a line and she looked down. ‘I just wish there was something we could do to help him.’
            ‘Help him? Help him! He’s trying to kill us and you want to help him?’
            ‘Brenum please!’
            ‘He can’t be saved, Trylia,’ said Brenum.
            ‘She has a point in wanting to understand him better, though,’ said Usharr. ‘We would do well to delve deeper into his dark side powers to understand how to better defeat him.’ Usharr looked at Fane. ‘It would greatly increase your chances of success.’
            Talyc reached for Fane’s hand and squeezed. ‘I don’t want to think about you having to fight him.’ He sighed and shook his head. ‘What is wrong with me? Everything worries me. I’m scared.’
            ‘There’s nothing wrong with you, Talyc,’ Shadie said gently. ‘I think Relsor might be trying to affect you in any way he can.’
            ‘I can’t go through that again!’ Talyc shook his head. ‘If I lose my mind again, just dump me in some carbonite until I’m sane again.’
            Knarf chuckled. ‘I doubt that’ll be necessary, but if you insist.’ The two exchanged a series of mocking stares and chuckles.
            ‘Coming out of hyperspace,’ said Brenum. He turned towards the others. ‘So who’s helping me carry out the water tank. It’s got precious Tython water; very delicate procedure.’
            ‘Best I don’t taint it with the dark side,’ said Usharr with a teasing smirk.
            ‘I don’t have the Force,’ said Talyc, putting his hands up.
            ‘It’s not that big, two of you using the Force will get it through,’ said Tylia.
            Brenum looked from Knarf to Fane to Shadie. ‘Any other volunteers?’ he asked sarcastically, chuckling while he settled the ship down on the Crypt.

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