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Post #746268

Author
Wannabe Scholar
Parent topic
The Dying Torch: A Retelling of the Prequel Trilogy.
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Date created
12-Jan-2015, 2:58 PM

Much of the story will be focused on Anakin as we'll be seeing the events through his eyes, mainly.

Also, I've written a small excerpt for Episode 1. 

The Twilight’s engines let out slight hum as it traveled through hyperspace. In the blue tunnel, it reverberated in the blue tunnel and echoed through the vessel’s walls. It was quite normal for space-travelers, almost calming.

In one of the Twilight’s room, a man sat on the bed cross-legged. He was well into middle age and with long brown hair that draped on his shoulders. He slowly breathed in and out, the air bristling over his beard as he silenced his mind of distractions. The man had been at it for… an hour, maybe more? It did not matter anyway. Time had little meaning when one was immersed in the Force.

During the many hours in hyperspace, the man had meditated. Meditation techniques were often used by the Jedi to seek guidance from the Force. Though he was no longer a Jedi, the man often sought clarity in the Force, more so recently.

The white currents of the Force swirled around the man, curving and coalescing like water in an ocean. With it, he used it to sense to the Twilight. He felt the durability in the ship, despite its old age. The hyperspace vibrations filled the air with a slight rattle from the durasteel plating of the Twilight’s old floors.

The man knew he was not alone on the Twilight. There was another being, a young man strong with the Force. When the man tried to sense him, the aura was practically blinding. With that kind of power, the young man could use his power for good… if he was given the right training.

He will be trained. He has to be, the man thought to himself.

The Twilight suddenly gave a slight shudder. The man’s eyes opened and he quickly uncrossed his legs, knowing very well the Twilight just dropped out of hyperspace. The man grabbed the slender cylinder next to him and quickly left his quarters for the cockpit.

That's it for now. I'm not sure if I'll actually get to it, but hopefully I will. Please let me know what you think. Thanks.

P.S. I'm not too sure about the name ("The Dying Torch"). I'm thinking of using it for another story. Should I keep the name?