'Exile's Revenge' Prologue
Basically this part covers the Trial and Exile of the Exile from Exile's point of view. It's longer than the trial in-game because i thought that was more like a sentencing than a trial. Also The Exile in this story feels that he was betrayed by Revan at Malachor, and he wants revenge.
PS. this is my first story, comments would be appreciated.
Maybe I had to hear myself defend my actions, or maybe I thought the Council deserved some sort of explanation, I'll never know. All I did know was that I couldn't follow Revan anymore, not after Malachor. I couldn't keep doing what I was doing or I would've fallen to the Dark Side. As soon as I ordered the Mass Shadow Generator activated I knew something was very wrong. By the time the Force-screams, the last dying calls of all the Jedi, Mandalorians and Republic soldiers reached me, I knew why Revan wanted me to do it. The power of that 'echo' nearly destroyed me, as it had so many other Jedi. The only reason I survived was because I shut out the force, completely. The echo passed over me and, even deaf to the Force, it nearly killed me. It had such power I'm surprised anyone survived that battle.
That was the moment I realized Revan hadn't meant me, or any of the other Jedi, to survive. However, whether it was do to shock or something else, I forgot this for a time. When I returned to the Council on Coruscant none of this knowledge remained. I was still too dazed, too stunned by my actions to fully comprehend what was going on around me.
When I entered the Council Chambers I wasn't sure what to expect, but Vrook's words were nothing like I had in mind. 'Do you know why we have summoned you here?' of course I knew, however I had come by choice, not because I was 'summoned'
'I have returned to answer for me crimes during the Mandalorian War, and it was MY choice, not because I was 'summoned'.' Was my reply. Vrook had never been my favorite on the Council, and his rudeness and arrogance annoyed me. They hadn't even known I had returned from the War when I contacted them. And yet here they were, again claiming superiority over me.
'As Revan summoned you to fight in the War, now we have summoned you back.' Vrook continued
'The matter has come full circle.' Kavar added
Kavar's words stung me; of all the Council I had thought that he at least would be an ally. His betrayal hurt me, more than he could've ever known.
'I did not come here to be lied to.' I said, felling all my pent up aggression boiling out. 'Don't do this' I thought to myself 'Remember your training Troy; there is no emotion, there is peace'. Just as I had regained my calm Atris, the shutta that she was, said:
'Is Revan your Master now?'
This comment outraged me. How could she even think that, she knew me better than that. I would never attack Jedi, no matter what.
'Is Revan my Master now?' I mocked 'If that Jedi-killing bastard was my Master, do you honestly think I would be here now? Really Atris-"
'MASTER Atris!' She yelled, obviously angered by my outburst.
'You never did use that brain of yours, did you 'master'?' I mocked again 'Revan tried to kill me! Kill all of us at Malachor! Do you really think I would follow someone like that, someone who is willing to sacrifice loyal soldiers to defeat an enemy? '
'Yes,' She hissed angrily 'I believe you would. I know you Troy Blukam, and I know you have fallen to the Dark Side.'
'I DO NOT WALK THE PATH OF THE DARK SIDE!!' I had come here to help, but I could see I wasted me time. "You have not changed, none of you have. You are still the same accusing bunch of fools you were at the beginning of the war.'
'I can feel the taint of the Dark Side about you.' Atris said almost sympathetically. 'The war has turned you.'
'I came so close Atris, so damn close to falling, but Malachor changed that, I want to rejoin the Order.' I said sincerely, hoping others on the Council would listen. 'I know Revan, Malak and the others; I can help you understand them.'
'You seem to forget, young Knight, that we also know them,' Vrook said 'or in case you've forgotten, we trained them."
'They're no longer the people you knew' I replied, trying to make them see reason 'Would the Revan you know unleash a weapon as powerful as the Mass Shadow Generator?'
'You gave the order, not Revan.' Vrook answered
'And I had orders from Revan, telling me to activate the weapon if the battle was going poorly. I made my decision based on the tactical information and the orders I had.' I explained, they had to understand, but I had trouble remembering what exactly it was they need to know. I had given them parts, but a large chunk was still missing. I know now that Revan had used Malachor to corrupt Jedi and that he was responsible for the Force-echo I had to stop, but like I said before, I just couldn't remember.
'And so you pass the blame onto others.' Vrook said, not believing anything I was saying 'You have not changed, so why would any of the others?'
'But I have changed!' I said, panicking, I knew what was coming and the darkness was growing inside me again. 'You were not at Malachor, you would not understand!'
'And still you refuse to hear us,' Master Zez-Kai Ell Said 'Your sentence shall be...Exile.' All the other Masters nodded in agreement, except Atris.
'Exile? NO! We cannot let him off so easily, what if he returns to Revan?'
'Atris, Jedi do NOT kill their prisoners.' Kavar Said
'There is one last thing, Exile,' Vrook said 'Your lightsaber, surrender it to us.'
I walked forward and stopped at the stone in the center of the Council Chambers. I pulled out my Blue lightsaber and stabbed it into the center of the stone with all me anger, my sense of injustice, everything. My saber went in, all the way to the hilt, and I left it in there, buried.
'And your other one' Kavar Said, curse old friendships. I took out my Green short lightsaber and used the Force to crush it into the size of a small Holocron. I then let it drop to the floor, my last defiant gesture. I turned on my heel and stalked out of the room and just managed to hear Kavar saying
'Much defiance I sense in that one.'
'Well Kavar,' I thought 'maybe you'll see it my way when Revan returns.'
'That is why I want nothing of the Jedi anymore.' I explained to Brianna 'That is why I will never return. I've seen Jedi justice first hand, and I want nothing to do with it. That is why I've trained you and the others differently.'
'But you still walk the path of the Light,' She pointed out 'Surely things will be different now.'
'One can walk the path of the Light and not follow the Jedi code.' I informed her 'Atris may have tried to deny it, but it's true. The Masters had become corrupt; they were too arrogant, thinking that they were always right. They thought too highly of their vaunted teachings, and couldn't admit when they were wrong. The truth is, they caused the Jedi Civil War, not Revan. If the Council hadn't exiled me, others might have returned, the Council became exactly what Revan said they were. Things could've been so different if they had been as forgiving and accepting as they claimed. If they had just told us of their plans from the beginning of the War, more people might have listened to them and waited before charging off into battle and death.
The Jedi Order was created to protect the innocent, yet as millions of innocent star systems burned on the outer and mid-rims, they did nothing, shared nothing with the rest of us. We were forced to sit back and watch as millions of those we were sworn to protect died. I joined the war effort to do the job of the Jedi, something the Council would never understand. But now that they're gone, we need other allies if we are going to find and fight Revan. The man's so Dark Side not even a memory wipe could erase his former self.'
'What will we do?' Brianna asked me 'Who can we trust to aid us?'
'I have a feeling Canderous might be able to help us. And we will need to start training new 'Jedi'... I need to come up with a better name, people don't trust Jedi anymore, can't say I blame them but I does make my job that much harder. They are going to need all the training they can get, feel up to training Echani fighting styles to the masses?'
'Yes, Echani training will increase their combat effectiveness.'
'Good. I'll handle Lightsaber and Force training, Atton, Bao-dur and Mira can help too. And there is a man I met on Dantooine who I think can help us, I finally remembered who he is, Mical, a former pupil of mine back at the Enclave on Dantooine. As I recall he was training to be a Consular, something we need desperately.'

Very well done. Your use of emotion to promote the Exile's defiance of the Order's arrogance is portrayed quite effectively to the reader. Nothing really negative to say. I get the feeling that your planning to draw out a long story so I hope you manage to keep you obvious enthusiasm about it. You've caught my interest so I'll keep posting if you keep writing. Keep up the good work :)
A decent sketch. Personally, though, I think it needs some bulk. It has the right sense of outrage, but it doesn't go into enough detail.
For example, Exile is hurt by Kavar's position, but we never have more than a fleeting glimpse as to why.
Two "minor" points. You have a tendency to build run-on sentences with commas. And, the Exile had lost his/her access to the Force at Malachor V. So there would be no lightsaber crushing ;)
I took out my Green short lightsaber and used the Force to crush it into the size of a small Holocron. I then let it drop to the floor, my last defiant gesture.
Only problem with that is he cut himself from the Force so he no longer had any Force powers.
To be posted 11 Jan 2008 on
To be posted 11 Jan 2008 on StarwarsKnights under The Critic returns and Lucasforums under the Critic’s Two Cents.
A couple of minor problems. Some improper word usage (It is ‘due’ not do.) and you forgot some quotation marks.The basics of the story are well done, the scene well enough fleshed out that you get a very good idea of what is happening and why. For a first attempt it’s pretty good.