LEGACY An Old Republic Novel BY: DCS DISCLAIMER SWTOR: Legacy is Fan Fiction. This is a work taking place in the wonderfully created world of Star Wars The Old Republic, an MMO created by BioWare and EA. I do not claim any ownership to the world of Star Wars, created by George Lucas, and now owned by Disney. You, the reader, are seeing this in book format because I am a professional author whose imagination kept vomiting out these characters and the situations I put them in to the point that the professional in me had to clean this up, and make it "novel" worthy. I make no attempt to claim any monetary reward off this novel. It is being released as a completely free eBook. The few things I can take credit for are the members of the Daklan family. This work of fan fiction is my interpretation of some of the events that happen in game. I twist things to fit my imagination, and roll with what we were given in game in others. That said, if you haven't played the Sith Warrior, Jedi Knight, Bounty Hunter, and Consular storylines be wary, spoilers abound. Let me also state that this novel is rated M For Mature. Inside this work of fiction you'll find Sith worthy sex, violence, and foul language. Acknowledgments To George Lucas, BioWare, & EA - for creating Star Wars and to the latter for giving a hyper creative fan like myself the opportunity to really immense myself in the Star Wars Universe. Pew-Pew-Pew! To Drew Karpyshyn - who wrote SWTOR: Revan. Thank you. Revan was a beast, and that story gave me some much needed background on the Emperor. To my cover artist Tansie Stephens - for recognizing this was a work of creativity, and love, and agreeing to create the fantastic art I'm going to get framed and hung up on my office wall - thank you a thousand times over. Readers you can find more of Tanise's awesome work at: http://hybridgothica.deviantart.com/ To the fans patiently waiting on the next Synarchy novel - I know, I know. Trust that Simone Terenzio is pretty pissed at me right now. Thank you for your patience, hopefully you'll really enjoy this. The next Synarchy novel will be out before the years up, I promise. To the rest of you, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it. This is a work of love of creativity and the awesomeness that is Star Wars. May all authors aspire to the level of imagination George Lucas and the writers at BioWare have. And now, without further adieu - let's get our Star Wars on.... "No game of dejarik can be won without pawns, and this may prove to be a very long game." -Darth Traya Prologue Xerrin..." "Fight it, Laresa. You have to. We'll go-" I tuned her out, my mind spinning. I whirled and saw Doc watching us. Perfect. Xerrin couldn't allow an innocent to be harmed. Especially not the man she loved. I raised my hand, closed the Force around Doc’s neck and began killing him. I felt Xerrin's panic. "Laresa, stop!" But I didn't. I kept Force choking Doc, harder in fact. Xerrin came at me, trying to use the Force to push me but I didn't budge. She used my lightsaber to give me a few warning cuts, but I didn't even feel it. "Laresa, don't!" She tried to ram the hilt of the saber into my temple to knock me out, but all it did was make me bleed a little. "Do it! DO IT!" I screamed at her, my vision swimming. I backhanded her hard enough to break skin, but kept my grip on Doc. She stumbled but quickly regained her footing. I ripped back my cowl, showing her my face, how the taint of the dark side had infected it, my eye burning red. I stared at her with pure hatred, taunting her as I tightened my Force grip around Doc's throat. He would be dead in seconds and we both knew it. "Laresa I can't, I-" "GODSDAMIT IT JEDI I WILL BURN EVERY-" Chapter 1 – Coruscant Before the Galactic war Laresa! What are you doing?!” Laresa Daklan stood on the roof of the four-story building, a blindfold around her eyes. Above her the air traffic of Coruscant whizzed by noisily, but she had tuned out the familiar sound. She moved slowly and a bit clumsily, her hands out in front of her. “The Force will guide me. I can see the Force,” she kept repeating, over and over. “Laresa! Laresa, stop!” Determination setting her jaw, Laresa took another step – and walked right off the edge. A sudden burst of speed put Kazrin Daklan in the right place at the right moment to catch his little sister before the duracrete did. “There are better ways to see the Force, sister,” he sounded both out of breath and amused. Laresa pulled off her blindfold. She wasn’t wearing her eye patch so on one side, she looked like a Miraluka should; with an empty eye socket. However on the left side a dark grey eye peered sheepishly up at her big brother. Xerrin Daklan their older sister grabbed Laresa from Kazrin’s arms, torn between hugging and shaking her. She settled for the hugging. “Why are you so stupid? What were you thinking?” “I want to see the Force as you do. I wanted it to guide me.” Laresa’s mouth twisted even as she hugged her sister tightly. “It didn’t guide me very well.” “I told you she’d do it,” Reide Daklan said. Like her twin, Laresa, she had one eye, but she was currently wearing her eye patch. “Laresa, you are our family. You are Miraluka. You sense the Force in your own way and that is neither right nor wrong. It just is,” Kazrin said gently. Laresa’s eye clouded. “Mom and Dad don’t think that.” The Miraluka prided themselves on their powerful Force abilities, so strong that they saw with the Force. It became their eyes. All purebred Miraluka were born with empty eye sockets. Except for two. Reide and Laresa Daklan, twins, were mutations, accidents. They had given their mother a difficult pregnancy. She’d had them three weeks early and both girls had come out with one eye a piece, and been shunned because of it. “You’ll never be as strong with the Force as your siblings,” their mother had often told them. “If the Master wants to take them to the Jedi temple, let him. The Luka Sene have no use for them,” their father had said the day Laresa and Reide had been recruited to learn the ways of the Jedi. Xerrin and Kazrin looked at each other, sympathy on their faces. Xerrin kissed the top of Laresa’s head. Reide came over and punched Laresa playfully in the shoulder. “We didn’t plan on listening to them anyway.” “For once, I agree with her.” Xerrin smiled. “She’s right. Listen only to your masters. You’ll prove them all wrong, Laresa. I know you will,” Kazrin said. “I will. I’m gonna be the best Jedi ever,” Laresa said determinedly. “Not if you keep walking off rooftops,” Reide grinned. Her words brought laughter from all of them. Kazrin swung Laresa up onto his shoulders. “We must get back before we’re missed. We don’t want another lecture on the danger of attachments,” Kazrin said good-naturedly. Xerrin chuckled and taking Reide’s hand led the way back to the Jedi Temple. Chapter 2 - Cliff Notes On The War LARESA In truth I rarely thought about my parent’s rejection, I was focused on the joy of my training. I knew real happiness as a child, sparing with other members of the Bergruufta clan, sneaking into the archives with Reide and reading holocrons we weren’t suppose to have access to. Secret evening meetings down in the Works with Reide, Xerrin, and Kazrin that we spent talking about our days apart, what we were learning, and simply reconnecting as a family. Most times during those visits we just played. Xerrin and Kazrin would use either Reide or I to test the strength of their Force power by tossing us back and forth. Often they dropped us and boy did we laugh. Our unshakable bond as a family was what I adored so much about us. As a people, the Miraluka had a strong sense of brotherhood. Because Reide and I had been born different we'd never felt that same sense of connection from the rest of our race; except for Kazrin and Xerrin. Both were dedicated to the Jedi Order, but Reide and I remained their exception. Despite how quickly we progressed in our training, we were all attachments to each other we were unwilling to let go of. I was seven when everything changed. On a healing mission in one of the seedier parts of Coruscant, Kazrin had found a pure blood Sith. It was shocking. Beyond shocking - everyone had thought that the Sith were extinct. They proved otherwise because not an hour after Kazrin's find, the war started. At Kazrin's request, the Jedi Council entrusted Mekethia into his care. Mekethia was Force sensitive and taken an instant liking to Kazrin. Eventually, she was unofficially adopted into our family. I didn't feel a connection to her, not like I felt to the rest of my siblings, but Kazrin was fond of her, and I could tell Xerrin was, too.