Enelya's SW Fanfic

[Lady Enelya]

Leda’s breath came in gasps as she finished her exercises and deactivated her glowing red blade. She needed to shower, the exercises had felt good, she had been inactive for months the sieges on Orb Mandell had been dragging on, and the Jedi were being recalled.
The door hissed open, “Master Leda” a small voice said from the door. Leda turned to the youngling. “Master Yoda has asked you go to the council chamber.” Leda pulled her cloak around her shoulders.
“Have I time to wash?”
The youngling paled, his nerves apparent, he exhaled visibly and his voice was steadier when he replied, “He asked you come now.” Leda smiled at the apprentice.
“Alright then, I guess I’ll have to do. Thank you” The youngling gave a curt bow and left quickly.
When Leda took her place at the centre of the council chamber, she offered a bow the assembly. “Sorry, we are Master Leda, to disturb your practise.”
She smiled at her master, “I was finished anyway master, and I can only apologise for my appearance.” Yoda chuckled.
“Well you look Leda, and new mission we have for you.”
Master Mace spoke up “Master Sú, we want you to go to Bonadan on the Tingel Arm, there’s a slaver working out of there, we are sending Jedi to stop him.” Leda nodded her affirmation. She mentally selected the ship she would use for the trip. She bowed to the masters and turned to leave.
“Master Sú” Yoda intoned; “Sending another master with you, we are. Worked there for a number of years he has.” His wizen green face broke into a smile as he added, “Going with you Master Dréan is.”
Leda looked up suddenly from her contemplation, and tried to mask the shock waves she sent rippling through the force. She bowed again, left the chamber, and walked quickly down the corridor, which led to the council’s anteroom. She was staring at her feet; deep in thought, so deep in fact that she did not see the tall figure of the man until she bumped into him. She felt her self begin to fall but the man grabbed her wrists supporting her.
“Sorry” she mumbled, and then she caught his sense. She looked into his dark eyes, “Master?”
“Leda,” he smiled, “I thought you would have grown out of having your head in the stars.” She smiled lamely back at him. “I look forward to this mission, just like old times.” He grinned.
“Yes” she answered, self concisely fixing her hair, “I have to get ready, and we’re leaving in the morning.”
“Sure,” he said “Maybe we can get a drink later –reacquaint.” Leda nodded and hurried away without a neither word. Dréan looked after her for a moment slightly bemused before continuing into the council chamber.
Leda stood in the shower letting the hot water wash into her eyes, it had been years since she had seen Dréan, and it had brought back so many memories. Leda had not seen him since shortly after her trials; having determinedly avoided him since. She had been 10 when he had taken her as his padawan, she was his first student, and he had been more nervous than her in the first days. When she thought about it she could never exactly work out when she had fallen in love with him, but it had happened. To her he had seemed perfect, noble, brave, and selfless. He had enchanted her, his dark eyes had held a great wisdom, and when he laughed it seemed to her as if he and the universe had shared in some great cosmic joke. For years she had fed of her love for him, using it help her attain a level of excellence, but he had been injured on Tula when they had engaged a knight who had fallen into darkness. She had thought he was dead and it had almost destroyed her, she had attacked Master Keppel with all her rage, all her pain, and her fear of loosing Dréan. She had killed him, but it was only Dréans survival that had saved her from her own darkness.
When she entered the cantina later that evening she was ironically nervous that her nerves would show. A hand waved at her from the other side of the bar and she joined her companion at a low table. He already had a drink in front of him and he motioned the attending droid to bring Leda one too. “How have you been?” he asked trying to keep his tone light but concern imbued his aura. He had been worried about her after their meeting earlier she had seemed more subdued than he remembered.
“I’m fine” she answered her voice barely audible over the din of the patrons; it was then he realised that 5 years can change a person completely. “How have you been?” she asked him eventually.
“Good, I hear your they rising star of the order!” he said dodging her question she laughed, “I thought that was you! I though you were getting a council seat when you finish this mission.” He smiled sheepishly.
“That’s not official and it’s more than I deserve.”
“I’m sure your being modest” he shook his hear and drained his glass.
“Well I’ll see you tomorrow morning first thing in hanger bay 76.” Dréan said and left the bar. Leda sat at her table for some time drinking alone worried that this mission would go badly if she failed to control her feelings, she could not risk the same darkness of their last meeting.
It took them a little over a week to get to Bonadan, Leda was pleased they slept in shifts and they spent as little time as possible in Dréans company. When they dropped out of hyperspace a massive space station floated in front of them. For the first time since they left Corescant Leda and Dréan were in the same room for more than a few minutes. It struck Leda again that even though he was some ten years her senior, and more than five years had passed since he had seen him, he was still as handsome as she remembered and she felt a familiar pang in her chest.
Dréan attached his light sabre to his belt, and Leda followed suit, “Lets try, and hold of a conflict for as long as possible.”
Leda nodded, “Yes master.”
Dréan smiled “I’m not your master anymore.” He said smiling “You don’t have to call me master.
“Old habits.” Leda replied mirroring his smile. She took her place at the consol again and her hands moved deftly over the controls. As the station loomed up in the view screen, Leda charged weapons, then catching Dréans eye said “just incase…better safe than sorry!” no sooner than the words were out of her mouth than a cannon blast ripped across their prow ionising the controls and melting half a dozen systems. “Damn!” she swore and again Dréan looked at her surprised.
“I didn’t know you swore.” His surprise barely masked.
“There’s a lot you don’t know.” She said her eyes not leaving the display board. Another blast ripped across their bow, and the ship began to shake. “Tracktor beam!” she shouted and Dréan moved to the other control panel to see if there was anyway to counteract the beam.
“ We’re going to have to stand down.”
“I don’t like it!” Leda countered and glared at Dréan.
“We don’t have a choice.” He looked at her almost sadly; and slowly she nodded before turning away from him to attend to her own weapons. When they were drawn into the ship. Dréan approached her while she still sat at the consol shutting down the last of the unnecessary systems. He placed a hand on her shoulder, “lets do this right.”
They stood in the doorway of the ship as the access ramp was lowered; neither ignited their light sabres sticking to Dréan’s plan.

[Lady Enelya]

Soldiers stood at the bottom of the ramp, a group of about 100 or so. A women stood with them about the same age as Dréan, her blonde hair framed her face and her blue eyes sparkled with malous at the sight of them. “2 Jedi for the price of one! Oh good.” Dréan and Leda went down the ramp toward them, their cowls down low over their faces.
“Your under arrest.” Dréans smooth voice said rom beside Leda, “For acts of aggression against the sanctity of the Republic!”
“Blah blah blah Dréan! For once stop spouting that sanctimonious garbage and drop your weapons.” The women said clearly in charge of the hoard.
“Riana.” Was Dréans only reply.
“Huh..I’m surprised you even remembered my name.” She said moving toward him. “Bind them!” she snapped at one of the guards who, after a moment’s hesitation, moved forward to snap the laser binders around their wrists. Leda wanted to shot a glance at Dréan what the hell was he playing at?
The women Riana smirked “Well done Dréan, you have a new pretty little padawan. Not your usual sort I must admit.” She said circling Leda who stood to attention her mind a whirl. This line of questioning had taken a strange turn. Usually it is customary for the captor to ask the captives what they are doing there, who sent them.
Riana ordered her guards to disperse leaving her alone with the 2 Jedi. “You have a choice,” Leda said her tone measured, “you can let us go, or we can make you, does that work?”
Riana smirked “My my my, aren’t we self assured.” She moved to Dréan and stood close to him. “I think you need to work on her self assurance. My dear you have mistaken your abilities.” She said turning her attention on Leda.
Riana backed away from them, ignoring Leda once more her eyes locked on Dréan. AS she did so, Leda used the force to snap her bindings, and call her fallen sabre to her hand. “Aren’t we ingenious!” Riana said, her face went cold as she leant down and retrieved something from the packing crates that stood in the hanger. Leda heard the snap pf Dréans bindings and the think as they hit the floor.
When she turned back to face, her she held a large gun with markings that were unfamiliar to Leda. She ignited her light sabre and as Riana brought the gun to bear Leda swung her light sabre confidently to intercept the beam, but to her horror the beam didn’t break only bent slightly where her sabre cut across it, and the beam encapsulated both her and Dréan. “Stop” Riana said and Leda found she could not move.
Suddenly then she remembered her weapons classes with Master Koon, “The happen gun of command, from the high tech world of Charuba, those shot with the gun of command follow any order given.”
“That’s your second mistake little one!” she shot at Leda, then moving again to stand in front of Dréan, she spoke to Leda “You should not think so much of your master, unable to abide by your owns rules!” she laughed. “Isn’t that right Dréan?” Her master did not move.
Leda was sure Riana had force strength of her own as she felt that relatively untrained mind try to infiltrate hers. With the effects of the gun of command, she could sense the force but not control it. “Lets see what’s inhere then!” Riana said smiling.
”No!” Leda cried out in her own head, but it was too late she felt Riana access her memories of her training and of Dréan, including her feelings for him.
Leda’s eyes misted with tears and she could not blink them away, as she heard Riana laugh, a tremulous laugh with made her want to shiver. “Awwww” she cooed, “It seems Dréan you’ve been breaking hearts here left right and centre. So you simply moved onto another when you finished breaking my heart and abandoned me to this rock. What do you have to say for yourself.” She said shooting him again with the gun of command.
Dréaan moved almost robotically “I didn’t have a choice, I was breaking my code, I needed to leave.” He finished dispassionately like he was reciting a well-known and rehearsed story. Riana pulled another memory from Leda’s mind, It was Dréan attending her wounds after an encounter with some mercenaries. Her appreciation and love was imbued in the memory.
“Oh look Dréan your little padawan is angry with me! Am I destroying the sanctity of your precious memories? I know why don’t we make you some more.” Her pretty features were twisted in a look of pure malous and her blue eyes were as cold as steel. She fired the gun at Dréan, “Kiss her.” He began to move like one who was sleeping. AS he approached Leda they caught each other’s eyes momentarily, Leda wished she could look away. His head lowered to hers and their lips met. When Riana ordered Dréan to pull away he saw he Leda’s face was wet with tears, and his heart almost broke.
Leda fought to control the anger that surged through her, but strangely as she found her self succumbing to it she felt the control of the gun of command slipping. After a moment, she found she was able to move her hand, it seemed her anger had become a shield on which the control bounced and was reflected. She called her ligthsabre to her hand and the control lifted entirely.
Without a seconds hesitation she threw herself at Riana, but Riana was ready she pulled her owe blade and it ignited with a snap hiss. Leda’s red blade and Riana’s blue clashed in mid air. “Let us go!” Leda demanded, but Riana just laughed.
Incensed Leda stepped up her onslaught, but for every lunge Riana parried and they traded blow for blow. Riana kicked out at Riana with a botted foot as she back flipped away from her. Riana used the fore to slam Leda against the wall, where she sank temporarily stunned. “Dréan you’ve let her down.!” Riana swung her blade and Leda’s right leg crumpled beneath her, she fell landing hard and tumbling over the rampart to the lower level., Riana turned back to Dréan and ran a hand over his chest.” Now here we’re we?” she asked him but Leda was back leaping from the lower rampart up to where Riana stood. She threw her weight onto her injured leg and fell beneath the level of her guard and stabbed upward with the blade, Riana crumpled where she stood.
Leda dragged her ruined leg to where Dréan lay and using the dropped gun blasted Dréan with the command to snap out of it. “Are you alright?” Dréan asked her. She nodded slightly fighting to maintain conciseness.
“Run little one!” a voice behind them asked, “in a few moment you go boom!” Riana laughed holding her side, her wound obviously mortal. She sank down beside the consol. Dréan left Leda’s side and ran to Riana. Her body was limp and while Leda’s heart seemed to grow so large she felt it might explode in her chest at the sight of his tender treatment of her body.
Instead, he opened her hand and immediately dropped it again. “A talesian thermal detonator! On a timer. Come on!” He said, Leda pushed herself to her feet and tried to make her way toward him but her leg was too badly injured and as soon as she tried to put pressure on it gave way beneath her. Dréan rushed toward her. “Are you all right, can you walk?” he asked, careful not to meet her eyes. Leda did not answer in words but tried and failed to stand up again. This time Dréan lifted her and she was able to use him as a prop to get to the hanger by.
When they got there the last of the crew were hurrying to their ships. 2 lone pilots blasted from the hanger bay, Leda stopped short as she saw the 2 ships blasted into oblivion by the space stations own orbital defence net. She grabbed Dréans arm, “There’s no way we’re going to get passed that, we’ll need to take it out.”
Dréan wanted the consol and punched a number of keys, there was no way past that net, no way to override the sequence they were locked in the helm wouldn’t respond to any other orders than those the dying Riana had punched in. “We don’t have long.” Dréan said.
“Alright then.” Leda brushed past him and hit another key on the control panel and an astromech droid popped out its wall-mounted bracket and rolled toward one of the y-wing fighters left in the hanger.
“What are you doing?” Dréan demanded grabbing her arm.
“We need to get out of here, and lets face it I’m the better pilot. Besides we can’t deprive the galaxy of one of its brightest Jedi.” Dréan could only look at her for her face was set in the same determined grimace she had worn since she became his padawan. She had made up her mind. He nodded slowly and something in his mind suddenly clicked.
As she turned away from him, her grabbed her wrist again. “Be careful.”
“I will be,” she said with a small smile, the engine of her fighter whirred into life as the astromech droid accessed the engine controls. “Goodbye” she said and suddenly she was kissing him. He had only a moment to register the warmth of her aura, her flower petal lips and was about to lean into the kiss when she was gone, hurrying across the hanger bay as quickly as her injured leg would allow.
As the yellow fighter blasted out of the hanger doors, he watched her go with a great sadness. She took out one then the other of the smaller gun turrets leaving only the 2 large cannons. As she launched her torpedo at one of the cannons just as it’s blast hit her wing tip, destroying one of hr engines and ionising the controls, when she pulled the fighter out of it’s spin she found her weapons and life support had been mangled by the blast and her ejection unit wasn’t working either.
Nursing what power she could from her damaged engines she turned her ship to the last cannon, “Goodbye” she whispered to the vacuum of space.
Back on the stations deck Dréan watched horror struck as Leda’s ship took the hit and his panic mounted as he saw her turn, releasing what she planned to do. “No!” he shouted as her ship erupted into a ball of white light, which was mirrored a moment later in the force, as a wave of her love swept over him, ”Run”[/] her voice said as if she stood just beside his ear, ”Go now!” Dréan took his ship out the hanger doors and before he made the jump to hyper space he tried to project into the void everything he felt, how he would treasure every memory, and the last profession of her love and he hoped that where ever she dwelt in the depths of the force she knew he had loved her.




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[Lady Enelya]

How it all Began!

This is the prequel bit.

“Welcome you are Master Dréan.” Master Yoda said his small hover chair floating beside the handsome young man in the new Jedi robes. He visibly straightened his posture, and Master Yoda tried to hide his smile behind his three fingered hand. “Commendable your success in the trials was, pleased with you the council are.” The young man addressed as Dréan continued down the wide and elegant hallway the venerable Jedi master led the way.
“I was just pleased to have passed the trials, master.”
“hmmm padawan you must take, yes yes, a padawan.” Yoda’s face was animated and he gestured wildly. Dréan took a deep breath. That was a big responsibility and he was not sure if he was ready. “confidence you should have in yourself Master Dréan.” Yoda said as if he sensed Dréan’s apprehension.
“Alright the Master, if you think, I’m ready.” Yoda nodded and Dréan went with him to the training rooms.
The group of younglings stood in a line as Dréan and master Yoda walked up and down the line. Master Yoda clearly expected him to see something, a sign that some child was the one he was supposed to train; but all he saw was a group of small faces looking up at him, the remnants of their barely controlled fear in their eyes, most of which were fixed on some far off point or the floor. He had almost reached the end of the line when he saw a girl of around ten, with her dark hair pulled back in a top knot which fell in sumptuous locks to below her shoulders. The colour and curve of her top lip gave her an almost defiant pout. She met his gaze with a look he could only a kin to rebelliousness. “You are?” he asked her.
“Leda Sú,” she answered inclining her neck in a short bow. “From the moons of Diago, I’ve been training for 6 years.” She answered in response to his other unasked questions.
“hmmm, thank you.” He said trying to keep his voice guarded until he had seen the other students. He walked down the line and thanked the students for their time.
Later in the rest pits that spotted the main foyer of the Jedi Temple, master Yoda asked him which of the students he wished to see again, Leda was at the top of his list, along with a young boy from Tula and another young girl from Hapes. Master Plo Koon had joined them.
“Good choices you have made, a 2nd master you may be to Leda,”
“What?” Dréan his curiosity aroused about this strange little apprentice, “what do you mean 2nd?”
“She was accepted by a master when she was 7 a bit early but not wholly unusual.” Master Koon added. “Master Cootan was killed when some pirates attacked the convoy they were travelling with, Leda was taken as a prisoner, Master Cootan managed to plant a tracking device on there ship before he died, we finally tracked them down on Belsavis.” Dréan nodded understanding now the young girls the source of her self-assurance.
“Who would you suggest master Yoda?” Dréan asked after a moments thought.
Yoda shook his head, “matter not my opinion does,” the venerable master said, “the feelings in your heart Dréan, matter they do, nothing else, yes yes.” He said nodding his vehemence, “Matter these do, consider them you must.” Then heaving himself to his feet, he left the rest pit with Master Koon to attend a high council meeting.
Dréan went to see the padawans he had chosen for the second stage of the testing. The boy and the Happen girl stood together in the centre of the room throwing a small flying disk to each other, and using the force to maintain it’s flight. The girl Leda sat on her own, in a high back chair, which seemed to dwarf her small frame. She had a holovid viewer in her hand and was flipping through star charts engrossed in her work. The two in the centre immediately stopped their game and stood to attention but Leda continued her work, glancing up only briefly as Dréan entered.
“Alright” he said fidgeting nervously “I think we should begin.” He looked to where Leda had been sitting, she had left her perch, and now stood with the other two, her dark eyes set on him. He felt quite uncomfortable under her scrutiny, as if he had to past her test not visa versa. He set the padawans the task of creating an image in a box of sand he placed on the table. Each padawan came forward in turn and created their image.
The Hapen girl created a small busk of an animal that looked vaguely canine in species, it gave a silent bark and the girl stood back smiling at her work. The boy created a scale model of the Jedi temple complete with minute figures in sand that scurried too and fro along the ramparts and stairwells. Leda stepped up to the box last, her expression never changed as she waved her slender hand over the sand it became a small ball of sand. The Hapen scoffed, but as they watched a thin tendril of sand began to reach upward from it’s centre, it grew leaves and budded, before blossoming into a beautiful head of Corellian moonflower. Which as quickly as it bloomed began to wilt and fade, turning to a pool of sand again.
“Thank you” Dréan said when she stepped back from the table, “Your dismissed, Master Yoda will inform you of my decision. I wanted you all to know that you will all make fine Jedi some day, wither by my training or someone else’s.” The younglings nodded in compliance and at his nod they hurried to leave the room, but instead of going with them Leda returned to her seat, which she had sat in before his arrival and flicked on the holo viewer again.
He shook his head with a sort of resigned laugh, she was strange and intense little creature, but her force talent was unmistakeable. She seemed to already have the discipline of many fully trained Jedi knights.
Later that day Leda was summoned to the council chamber, as she entered she saw master Dréan in the centre of the circle of Grand masters. “Welcome Youngling,” Master Yoda said as she approached, “Good news we have for you yes Good news.” Dréan watched her for a reaction, but her countenance remained frozen.
“So I am to be his apprentice then?” she asked not looking at anyone but Master Yoda. He nodded vigorously, Dréan came up behind her, and put a hand on her shoulder, “I take before this council, Leda Sú to be my padawan learner.”
They left the chamber together, and Leda followed Dréan to his ship. “Wow, she gasped at the ship. “ It’s beautiful!” the ship sat was almost invisible against the black of space.
“Like it?”
“I’ve never even seen a Battle Dragon, except in catalogues” she said overawed, her dark eyes appraising every turret and esfoil.
“You like ships?” Dréan asked pleased he had chosen rightly. “Is there anything you don’t do?” bemused.
“Fly! I wish I had my own wings, but as it stands I love flying ships.” She stopped suddenly blushing, embarrassed to have let slip so private a part of herself.
“Do you want to fly it?” he asked motioning to the ship, Leda looked at him in surprise, and for the first time her face broke into a wide smile.