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April 8, 2022

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

Talyc met with Nriwe and Fane near the docking station. Nriwe had dolled herself up a bit. She always looked stunning, but Talyc noticed she had taken particular care to put some makeup on and to dress lavishly.
            ‘My, you’re dressed to impress!’ remarked Fane, voicing Talyc’s very thoughts. Nriwe blushed.
            Talyc nudged her. ‘I’m sure Lian will think the same, and more.’ Talyc looked at his chrono. ‘We should get going. I’ll go clear our departure in person.’ He pointed at the booth. Then he noticed Vax standing nearby in the shadows, looking ominous. ‘I think our friend Wapita has his recruit spying on us. I’ll just check what he’s up to.’
            Vax didn’t seem to notice him. Talyc approached as the others head inside the small freighter they would be taking to the Crypt. As Talyc got closer, he heard Vax talking into his com.
            ‘They’re taking the green Twi’lek with them. They’re going to the Crypt, but I’m not sure for how long.’
            ‘Just for dinner!’ Talyc cut in. Vax spun around looking like a bantha had just sat on his stomach. Talyc leaned in towards the transponder. ‘Or maybe overnight if all goes well. Nriwe’s got herself a date. I’m surprised you’re a bit late on the news, Wapita. Next time, get someone less conspicuous to spy on us.’
            Vax quickly switched his comlink off. ‘Talyc!’
            Talyc pointed at the comlink. ‘If Wapita wants information, he just needs to ask. I’m not one to hold a grudge. Dargoza was the one with whom I had an issue. Our clans don’t need to be rivals.’ Talyc put his hands on his hips. ‘Anyway, what does Wapita gain from following us and gaining information on us.’
            Vax looked down a moment. ‘I’m really sorry, Talyc,’ he said in a low voice. ‘I’m sorry to deceive you like this.’ He looked up again. ‘You understand though, that Mandalorians or bounty hunters don’t usually tend to hang out with Jedi, let alone collude with them.’
            ‘Collude?’ laughed Talyc. ‘If that’s what you want to call it.’ He winked.
            ‘My point is, Wapita has distrust. Plus there is a Sith who’s with Shadie and Knarf all the time. A Sith! You need to be careful with that one. I don’t trust him, what’s his purpose here on Mandalore?’
            ‘We can trust the old man, he’s on our side,’ said Talyc. ‘For now. Don’t you worry about me, Vax. I’ll be fine. And tell Wapita we’ll inform him how the date went.’
            Vax nodded. Talyc made his way to the shuttle after clearing their departure with the Mando in the booth. He sat down at the controls; Fane gave him a quizzical look.
            ‘Vax was spying on us for Wapita,’ said Talyc. ‘Apparently, he’s mistrustful of Usharr, mostly.’
            ‘A little late to not trust us,’ said Nriwe. ‘We didn’t just now recruit Jedi into our clan.’
            ‘I know.’ Talyc sighed. ‘It’s weird. Why be dodgy now? I’m telling you, when we get back, I’ll have a word with Wapita, from one clan leader to another.’

* * *

            The trip to the Crypt was inconsequential, other than Nriwe kept going back to the refresher to make sure she looked fine. Her heart was pounding when they arrived at the Crypt. She noticed the outside of it changed some more.
Upon touch down, Fane and Talyc wished her luck and she walked to the entrance of the first chamber. The door slid open for her, and she heard Lian’s voice welcome her. She walked through the rooms, making idle chitchat with the Jedi.
            It seemed like it took much longer this time to reach the bottom of the Crypt and walk through its massive hall. Lian stood by the door, ready to greet her. He was garbed in simple Jedi clothes, as opposed to his usual Jedi Master garb, but it suited him.
            Lian took her hand and led her to a table in the centre of the room.
            ‘I trust your trip here went well?’ he asked.
            ‘Yes, quite!’ said Nriwe.
            ‘I’ve taken the liberty of preparing some snacks. While I don’t need to eat, I quite enjoy the taste. I hope you like nerf?’
            ‘Yes, thank you.’
            Nriwe noticed that his tone was different, nervous. They sat down and began chatting, but it was different too.
            ‘We don’t need to talk about just simple things, you know,’ she said. ‘You’re usually full of Jedi talk and reminiscing about Tython.’ Lian looked up at her. ‘What I mean is, you seem to not know what to say.’
            Lian looked down at his plate. ‘I apologise. I was worried I would bore you with all the Jedi talk of Tython and how I miss the place.’ Nriwe shook her head. There was a short pause. ‘I’ve had another talk with Lord Void.’ This piqued Nriwe’s interest. She raised her brows. ‘He believes the Dark Council is withholding information from him. He thinks it has to do with the fact that his apprentice failed and is no longer on Relsor’s ship.’
            ‘Well, I don’t know who in their right mind would want to be on his ship,’ said Nriwe.
            ‘Void is concerned. He has thus far been willing to work with us behind the scenes, but he suspects there is much information to which he is not privy. He has warned us to be vigilant. He believes the Sith are planning a coup against Relsor.’
            ‘Are they trying to let themselves be wiped out? There is no way they can take on Relsor.’
            ‘Not to destroy him, but to cripple him,’ said Lian, ‘in order to renege on their alliance.’
            ‘Does that mean the Sith would be willing to join the Jedi and the Republic in the fight against Relsor?’
            ‘I don’t know,’ said Lian. ‘Our list of allies grows, but many are unwilling to commit to anything right now, all from the fear Relsor’s mere existence creates.’
            ‘I understand. Well, Mandalore stands with you, regardless!’
            Lian looked up from his plate and stared at her for an uncomfortable while. ‘You would be so willing to risk your life for the Jedi? For the Republic?’
            ‘It’s not like it’s not the first time,’ said Nriwe. ‘Shadie’s my friend, my clanmate. It all started with her and Knarf. A few more Jedi added to the mix doesn’t change the fact that Relsor would attack Mandalore anyway. He’s done it before; Gourd has done it. We’re in this war whether we like it or not.’
            ‘And you don’t like it?’
            ‘Of course, I don’t like war! But I’m a warrior, a fighter. I’m Mandalorian. I will stand by my friends, my clan, my family, and fight till the end.’
            ‘I would not want you to die for the Jedi,’ said Lian. He looked down again, then up and around. ‘This is what has become of my life, because I was dedicated to fighting for the Jedi, ready to sacrifice myself. Would you risk injury, imprisonment, death?’ He looked back down and closed his eyes. ‘You do not have to fight for the Jedi. You do not have to risk anything for us.’
            Nriwe reached for his hand. ‘I risk it willingly. I risk it for you.’
            Lian opened his eyes but said nothing for a long moment. Then, ‘I’m sorry.’ Lian took his hand away from hers. There was a silence.
            ‘Listen, do you need me to go? I don’t mind, it’s okay. I’ll go.’
            Lian said nothing. Nriwe stood and slowly made her way to the door.
            ‘Wait!’

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April 1, 2022

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

By binkyproductions

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.

Ballorn on Relsor_s ship masked (S8Ch4) (w)

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.’