Fan fiction Star Wars writers?

I was just wondering if we have fan fiction writers for Star Wars int he guild yet? If so, when can we start seeing some :)

I posted some a little while back. Didn't involve anything from the Star Wars prime universe, since I kind of feel that it's a bit sacrilegious to do so; just a character of mine from SWG.

Are you asking to post some stories about our toons and their adventures in the star wars universe or just stories of the star wars universe in general?

In the STO guild, we have some GREAT writers that have written stories within the Star Wars universe. Some with toon or some with their own fictional charactes. I was just wondering if we had some Star Wars guild mates that were also into that.

I'm an no fiction writer, so I won't be doing any. Most writing I do is reporting for the school newspaper, and that is as far as I go.

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I posted some a little while back. Didn't involve anything from the Star Wars prime universe, since I kind of feel that it's a bit sacrilegious to do so; just a character of mine from SWG.

Here you go:

When SWG decided to kill off the Creature Handlers, I wrote a story about the transition from being a Creature Handler to being a Bounty Hunter.. It's a bit crude, as I was still a bit of a beginner at writing, but I'm reviving this hunter for SW:TOR. :) Understandably, the eras are millennia apart, but it still is what makes me want to play a bounty hunter in SW:TOR. :)



Kageboushi took up arms and left Iridonia as a young man so that he could help keep the Empire safe from the rebel insurgents. His start was slow, starting off as a lowly scout, but he showed aptitude and became a master of his profession. Along his journey, he had found he had an amazing connection with animals, so he naturally took the next step and became a creature handler.

Kageboushi tamed many animals during his career, and he loved them all, even the savage quenkers. He saw the end coming, though, long before it came. It started small, with cantina and shop owners banning even the smallest creatures from their premesis.

True to his name, Kageboushi faded into the shadows with his pets; he didn't want to bring unwanted attention to them, though he knew it was already too late. He had seen it coming, he had tried to warn his comrades, but few would listen and even they would dismiss his claims.

Then it happened: An Empire-wide decree that the keeping and handling of dangerous creatures and the profession associated with it was to be banned. The declaration came down like a bolt of lightning for every creature handler, even Kageboushi. He had made preperations for this day, though; as soon as the Imperial decree had aired, he was in space putting his plans into motion.

The journey was as quick as it was discrete, and went completely un-noticed. Kageboushi had travelled to the homeworlds of his pets and released them into the wild, he knew that if he did not, they would be trapped in data-form for eternity.
This, apparently, was not enough for some of the citizens that called for an end to the Creature Handlers. They had been watching him, following him, tracking him from space. Had they done so from the ground, he would have known it and been able to confront them.

He found it more difficult to let go than he had ever imagined and regularly visited his now free pets; he brought them treats, gave them baths, and administered medicines when needed. Had he known that he was being watched, he would have been much more discrete, but he could not and he did not.

One day, on one of his regular visits to Yavin, he was saddened by what he found. His giant mawgax had been killed, slain by a sapient with a high powered blaster.

'Some fool hunter probably killed Dia for sport', Kage told himself as he buried her.

If only he knew how wrong he was. He would soon find out, though. As he travelled from planet to planet, he found the remains of his pets all slain in the same fashion, and it was apparent he was not dealing with an ordinary game hunter. The kills were all fresh, so he knew he was not far behind the culprit. He tried to get ahead, to save his pets before the hunter got to them, but time and time again he was met with only the corpse of an old and beloved friend.

It didn't take Kage very long to figure out how they had found his pets and why they were doing this. He knew there was only one planet with which they would have trouble: Dathomir.

He flew to Dathomir and tracked down Mambo, his pet rancor. The mists here had hidden his movements well and Mambo was still safe, but that could change at any moment. After a bit of a struggle with his now petulant pet, he managed to get him safely into the cargo hold before heading off to track down the hunter.

He knew his presence here was known, but since he had risked landing somewhere besides the two outposts, they didn't know where; he would have to change that. On one of the higher plateus, he set up his largest field base and stoked a roaring fire before going to bed.

Upon awakening, he activated his seismic monitor and checked the area for humanoid signatures. The device whirred and clicked and returned a single result. Kage narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth as a sinister grin spread across his face.

"Gotcha!"

He forced himself to be casual as he walked out of the field base, he knew they were watching him from orbit, but only until he descended into the mist and brush. Once he was away from the prying eyes of his orbiting stalkers, it didn't take him long to track down his quarry. Finding them was easy, because they were trying to find him, and they were sloppy about it. They were too busy making noise of their own to hear Kage set the timer on a lecepanine dart trap and too occupied with what they were doing to notice it until it rolled up next to them.

As the hunter lay there, bleeding from the lecepanine spurs, wrists bound to ankles, it was easy to make him talk. He was a gun for hire, he said, paid only to kill some animals. They gave him locations and migratory patterns and told him it would all be easy, that they would guide him from space.

Kageboushi felt a glimmer of pity for the Mon Cal that lay before him, dying from lecepanine poisoning. He gave him one last choice, to relay a message to his clients that the mission was complete and receive a merciful and quick end, or do nothing and be taken to the Dathomir Sarlacc and tossed in to be digested to death. Understandably, the poor fool opted to relay the message.

Kageboushi took one last pull from his death stick and put it out in the dead Mon Cal's eye. He heaved a heavy sigh and fell back onto a tree as the memory of burying his pets all rushed back to him. He buried his head in his hands and tears streamed through his fingers, then as suddenly as the tears had came, they were gone. His eyes red, his teeth clenched, he knew what to do next.

His fists clenched and unclenched as he stalked back to his ship, making a point not to go back to camp and collect his gear. As he stomped up the boarding ramp he paused to look at the crushed death-stick pack in his hand, he sneered and threw it aside; he wouldn't need those anymore, not if he wanted to stay sharp.

Mambo shied away from him as he walked through the hold, and keened. Kage didn't notice, his mind was focused on one thing: Revenge. He went to his cabin, threw his storage lockers onto the deck, and kicked through their spilled contents. Cursing, he made his way to the engine room and found what he was looking for neatly stowed in a tool closet. He gathered it all up and carried it back to the hold, dumping it onto the deck in front of Mambo before climbing up the creature's back to comfort it.

Once Mambo was relaxed and comfortable, Kageboushi climbed down and began offering up his find to his last pet, allowing it to smell and taste each piece. After it was suitably satisfied, Kage started buckling the armor on slowly, stopping occasionally to allow Mambo to smell and taste him so that it would be able to watch and comprehend his change in appearance and smell.

Kageboushi climbed the stairs to the bridge and checked the scanners for orbiting ships; finding none, he linked to the system's communications satellite and used it to scan the surrounding parsec for ships. After spending the next hour sorting through all of the ships, he found a signature he could mimic and reconfigured his transponder frequencies to match so he could leave the system un-noticed.

The hunt had begun...



It had been a year since he started his hunt; a long, long year. Kageboushi's mind had slipped, it showed in his every move, but his resolve was stronger than durasteel. These two aspects alone could have made him a feared Bounty Hunter had he not desired anonymity.

Like many bounty hunters that appeared after Fett, he wore a helmet and armor; this was not so much an imitation as a necessity. The people he hunted could not know that he was after them, they had to believe he met his end on Dathomir at the hands of the Mon Calamari. Unlike Boba Fett's imitators, though, Kageboushi would change his armor often to hinder recognition.

It was a year after he had started his hunt, his mind had slipped and his boot was on someone's neck.

"Wha-urk! Whaddya want from me?!"

Kageboushi pulled a datapad from his pack and tossed it onto the ground for the man to see. Displayed was a file he had found about himself on his victim's database, he used the barrel of his rifle to nudge the pad into view.

"Wh-ckkk!" his victim choked as he shifted his weight onto the back of the man's neck.

"I want you to think about what you are going to say before you say it, now. Keep in mind that if you don't tell me what I want to hear, and I know you know what I want to hear, that I will slowly crush your neck." The man squeeked a little as the weight shifted to Kage's other foot. "Now... Tell me about this Zabrak."

The man blinked at the datapad for a moment and turned a watery eye towards the composite and chitin clad figure standing over him.

"I said talk!" Kage shouted and fired a shot into the man's thigh, burning a hole straight through to the gravel beneath him.
The man screamed and began sobbing, tears streaming across his face. Kage placed the barrel of the rifle against the base of the man's spine, "TALK!"

"He's just some guy." He managed between sobs, "We hired a Mon Cal hunter to kill him."

"Just him?!" Kage growled through clenched teeth.

"No," he sobbed, "him and his..." and the man realized exactly what was going on. He panicked and began struggling to get away but a swift strike from Kage's rifle stock to the back of his head rendered him unconscious.

He awoke face down on a lush carpet with a splitting headache and a searing pain in his leg. He went to raise a hand to feel his head and realised it was bound to his opposite foot. With his free hand he propped himself up and looked out a massive bank of windows into space.

"You said 'we'..."

He twisted around to see the armored figure again, blurred this time from the pain and tears in his eyes, "We...?"

"You said 'We hired a Mon Cal', who is 'we'?"

"I... I don't know what you're talking about, I-"

"I found you, I can find them. Mambo!"

There was a gutteral rumble nearby, he propped himself on his elbow and wiped the mucus and tears from his eyes and blinked a few times before his brain would allow him to believe just exactly what he saw.

"Din dins, Mambo."

He wanted to scream as the rancor reached for him, he wanted to scream but couldn't find his voice; he only barely remembered how to breathe before taking his last gulp of air.

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"Din dins, Mambo."

He wanted to scream as the rancor reached for him, he wanted to scream but couldn't find his voice; he only barely remembered how to breathe before taking his last gulp of air.

Dark and twisted. I like it. :evil:

TY :)

I should really go through and fix up some of the grammar and punctuation. : p

Here is a short background story fr my Sith Inquisitor, Shayachern.



It seems like only yesterday yet almost 10 years has come and gone, nobody would have believed it could happen to me.
Allow me to start at the beginning, or at least from the start of my current journey.

It was my twelfth year and in my family this was a big deal, few of the children lived past eleven, yet I, one of the smallest ever to bare my family name had survived. I had grown up being called runt, nubs (due to the size of my horns) and other demeaning names but I never let my size determine my goals. I trained hard in the martial arts insisting that nothing or no one would ever get in my way. That unbeknownst to me was where my troubles began.

His name was Tallak only a little older than I but proficient in fighting, our master had assigned him as my training partner. We were both small but well built boys, so the pairing seemed appropriate at the time. Tal, as I called him, taught me that our size and speed could be an asset and how to use them to keep others off balance. I loved to hear him speak, regardless of the topic, his voice was firm yet comforting always with a note of confidence. It was not long before we were spending every waking moment together. Neither of us were prepared for what was to come.

Tal and I were off in the valley sparring, talking and enjoy one another's company as the clan began to prepare for The Rising Festival and my and Tallak’s Res Selenoren. Father had explained the importance of this rite of passage, the completion of the rite would define how I would appear to others from that point on. It was my hope, regardless of how I did, that Tal would approve of me. Tal was anxious to complete the third rite, as was I, we would not see each other again until our individual rites were completed and the clan accepted us fully at the festival.

Tal stood up and resting his palms on my temples and rubbed his thumbs on my horns, “For good luck” he said.

I had never felt so… so… well you know. Tal took off in a sprint toward his side of the village and soon he was gone.

The morning after the rite… oh… Sorry we don’t discuss the Res Selenoren outside of family or clan. Anyway, I was exhausted from the previous night but I was really anxious to hear how Tal had done. That day would be The Rising Festival and I would learn the outcome soon enough.

All the parents reported back to clan elders who had passed and who had failed. Passing meant the clan would treat you as an adult and full member, failing meant having the “ke” placed before your name and seen as a child forever, not to mention the scars in place of the tattoo you would receive.

As we, my father and I, approached the meeting hall I looked feverishly for Tal but did not find him. We sat at the front and listened as each father stepped forward and introduced each of their sons and/or daughters to the clan for acceptance.

“It is with great honor, pride and pleasure I present my child… no.. my son, Shayachern.” My father spoke so clear and loud, I could feel his pride. Yet, I was waiting for Tal… where was Tal?..

Toward the end of the presentations Tal’s father stood..

“I humbly present to the clan ke’Tallak.” He said and lowered his head. Tal stood and I felt the rage in me immediately, his face… his beautiful face... mutilated!.

“You bastard!!!” I drew my blade and charged his father killing him before anyone could react. I ran to Tal, held him tightly as the elders rushed me. “Look what he did! Can’t you see?!!” I was torn away from Tal. “Tal I will be back for you, I promise… Tal!”

I saw Tal nod in acceptance as the others carried me to the holding chamber.

My father was the first to address what I had done. “You are no longer a member of this clan or our family! Your actions have disgraced everyone! Enjoy your life as a slave.”

“I don’t care! But if anyone of you harms or mistreats Tallak before I return to claim him I will kill you, I will kill you all!”

Everything went black…

Next thing I remember I was in a slave trailer heading for my new Master, I had no idea who and where. It mattered little as all I cared about was getting back to Tal… my beloved…


The seasons came and went as I was traded from one master to another. Used in more ways than I care to recount. On many occasions I had wished that my life would end but the thought of seeing Tal again kept my heart beating.

It was in my nineteenth year that I was to meet up with one who would assist me and my destiny. Lord Melfi had won me in a bet, while I was in the possession of the Hutts, a serving boy by day while my nights were filled with horror. When I was taken to his chamber he gazed up on me with disdain, it was not until he heard me quietly singing song as I worked did he take notice.

“You, boy! What do they call you?” he whispered, never once looking up from the datapad he held.

“My friends call me Shay; you may call me Shayachern as it is obvious that you are not.”

“Do you often address your masters with such rudeness?”

“Go back to your work and leave me to mine, or kill me but which ever you decide be quick about it as not to waste our time.”

“Such arrogance, you have an enormous ego for a small, BOY.” Lord Melfi continued to study the pad when he called in a woman whose presence filled me with both comfort and fear.

“Mia! Test this runt of a boy and return to me.”

I than heard an odd commanding voice in my head.. “Come here boy and hold out your arm.” I did not move.

“He resists m’lord” she told him keeping careful watch on me.

“If you wish me to do something just say so I don’t play well with others.”

“Allow her to examine you, you are in no danger.” Melfi’s voice had softened it seemed almost fatherly.

I did as he asked. Mia circled a couple times than took a sample of my blood. “You may have more than a mere slave here m’lord.” She walked over to what appeared to be a medi-terminal and placed the sample in to be analyzed.

“Midi-chlorian count of 10,570” the mechanized voice stated. Both Mia and Lord Melfi appeared to be surprised at the result.

“Leave us! And speak of this to no one, do you understand?”

She left with a simple gesture of the head.

Lord Melfi than explained what had just transpired. The midi-chlorians were tiny life forms living in my blood, which made me special. He went on to explain that one day, very soon he speculated, I would be noticed and called to the Sith Academy. Until that day arrived I was to tell no one and do strictly as he commanded. I was not to change my demeanor or attitude but when we were able he would begin to mentor me in tactics, strategies and fighting.

I choose not to educate him on my earlier training hoping that he would under estimate my skill with a blade and in hand to hand combat.

I felt as if I were play a role when others were around, the arrogant slave boy and his tyrant of a master. When we were alone we talked, studied and practiced. Fighting, philosophy and matters of state were my main subjects.

Lord Melfi had become a mentor and friend, I no longer felt as if I were his slave more like his ward. One night as we were sparring, a vase of some importance to him was struck and without thinking I was able to stop it in mid-air. It was then that the extent of my “specialness” began to sink in.

“You are growing stronger, I knew it was only a matter of time. That display might not go unnoticed, but it might be sometime before anyone realizes from where it came.” He sounded concerned, it worried me a little.

In the days following my studies schedule was increased and my chores were very limited, only having to work when others were around. I seldom slept in order to keep pace with the tasks Lord Melfi was assigning me. It was during one of those tasks that I witnessed my summons.

“Overseer Harkun, why have you intruded on my personal time.” Lord Melfi spoke to the hologram not withholding his annoyance.

“Lord Melfi excuse the intrusion however I have academy business with you. Lord Zash and the Sith Academy require the presence of one your slaves. You know of whom we speak.”

“I do, and just how is the Academy prepared to reimburse me for one of my best slaves.”

“You shall be taken care of, of that you can be sure of. Be certain he is on the next shuttle to Korriban.”

“It shall be done.”

I ran back to my chambers, I am not sure why I ran, was I hiding or anxious to be leaving? Either way time was short.

Lord Melfi entered my chamber, he looked concerned. “I have done what I can now it is up to you. Remember the way of the Sith will not be easy and trust only yourself and your weapon. Demonstrate your strength and never show fear. Be ever mindful that death is the result of weakness either shown or perceived.”

“I will my lord” I had grown to appreciate all that he had taught me as well as the man he had proven himself to be.

“Let the force and your own will be your guide now.”

He turned and walked out. It was not until I boarded this shuttle bound for Korriban that I learned of his death. Harkun’s words stung in my ears, “You shall be taken care of, of that you can be sure.” I am now truly on my own. On a shuttle bound for the Sith Academy with Tal in my heart, midi-chlorians in my blood, Lord Melfi in my spirit and my destiny in my own hands.

So Ffon, now you know what has led me to this point, how is it you find yourself here?


Well, when this shuttle arrives I guess we will both begin a new chapter in our lives.

“You are a mere slave that got lucky, don’t get in my way. RUNT!”

------- The Beginning --------------

I realize that my writing is not the best, I never did great with grammar and punctuation but I hope you like the content of the story.

I have tried to incorporate as much of the known lore of the Zabrak as I could, as well as known general Star Wars lore, the only thing that I truly did not know was how the measure of time was done. So I did my best to compensate.

As others that have gone down the Inquisitor path will note, I used opening of Sith Inquisitor class quest line as the end point, so it will be interesting to see how I progress it as I play the game.

I will develop more of this story and who know maybe ke'Tallak and Shayachern will meet again and live happily ever after.

oh these all sound interesting, I may do one also, as soon as I learn more about my main toon anyway. Cant have the backstory skewered by bioware if there is any for the toons.