We: The Forgotten

By Takkey Tourist

This is a fable that Qui-Gon Jinn may have encountered during his time as a padawan. The story of a forgotten Elapid Scout Squad declared as MIA on the Outer Rim planet of Ibanjji.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9780359807208

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We: The Forgotten

We: The Forgotten

A Fictional Fable from the Fandom found in the Outer Rim.

Copyright

Copyright ©2017 the Takkey Tourist

All Rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

Qui-Gon Jinn is a Star Wars character created by Lucasfilm Ltd. All rights reserved.

We: The Forgotten is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

First Printing 2019.

www.takkeytourist.com

ISBN 978-0-359-80720-8

Dedication

THANK YOU.

To the original Star Wars creative group that forged a fandom universe.

Thank you fandom universe.

Thank you, Reader.

For Your consideration of time spent while reading this account, without which there would be imbalance.

(writer needs a reader = reader needs a writer)

Thank You.

My early Literary Masters.

Daisy Manning

Fred Feagin

Foreword

Greetings and Salivations;

I am Lickepoochian, herald to The Takkey Tourist.

The self-proclaimed potentate of the porch is actually Attapulgus Octavius Klymax (aka. Gus), he’s A.O.K. and a fabulously fictional fellow. A figment of pigment, the pen to the page, the id less the ego and a Senator of the Shade. A former governor elect of Georgia; (although no one actually voted for Gus but himself, the election was unanimous from his point of view) he enjoys sweet tea and pecan pie while pondering the meaning of life from the front porch swing.

Gus might be an overachiever, as he earned a P.H.D. early in life, an educational gift from sweet Auntie Klymax on his 11th birthday. Thus, Gus became the youngest member of the Klymax family to receive a P.H.D.! He would spend a good many day of his teen years pursuing a complex regional fellowship, with 100's of post holes dug and dozens of possums on the half-shell disinterred.

Gus is now semi-retired and somewhat sociably senile. It has been rumored that Gus made a fortune selling swamp gas, but lost it all when he fell off the turnip truck on a hilltop somewhere between US27 and US84. Frankly, I think he spent it all on the turnips and a pound of magic beans. Because, last year at Christmas, we were eating high on the hog and howling at the moon on New Years' Eve; but the next day all he offered me for lunch was turnip greens and blackeye peas with pig knuckles, not even a jowl.

I have known Gus since I was born, but Gus was born of a sound mind in southern Georgia somewhere between here and there, or half past now and then; but it might have even been O-dark-thirty, …only momma knows.

He is a bit rusty, but should clean up nicely. A purebred son of the Gray and self-proclaimed Senator of the Shade (SöS).

Honor and Glory are members of the Porch Parliament and some of Gus's most trusted advisors.

To thine own self bay true.

The Southern League of Sentinels or Heralds (SLöSH) sometimes accompanies Gus on his travels, and more often than not, they just duck out. From time to time the Senator of the Shade will consult the Porch Parliament over a bowl of chicken purlieu. This usually results in little waste and fiscally sounds decision.

You may also find them hunting rogue agents of the Cataklysm Clan.

Sometimes, the four of us may embark on a wild goose chase, which may turn out to be just the chasing of rabbits in the Pinelands. A good pointer is key if the focus is prey, however, one still needs to be able to beat around the bush. In the bush there be the Habbits, such a creature that is of half a wild hare and half a bonnie rabbit. So, it is a good idea that You should beat the bush to find out if it’s a good or bad Habbit that you have found.

Gus travels a lot, which is why he is called The Takkey Tourist; he’s been around awhile, to and fro, back and forth, here and there, now and then, visiting family and friends.

If you happen to be visiting the forgotten coast or passing through Oystershire on your way to someplace else, like Radiator Springs, visit Anna’s Island. Maybe I’ll see you there.

.... pardon me, but I must log off for now, as there are some felonious felines planting crap in the front yard.

Fans help keep it cool in the Shade.

I alone remain;

-Lickepoochian Æ

February 2015

Preface

Hello All,

I do apologize for the lack of superfluous flattery, adulation, blarney or other flannel traditionally found in other works by such as Leeuwenhoek. This is a self-published work; therefore, I have naught patron to fawn on about, nor cabbages of a king.

I myself, am a work of fiction, the figment of pigment, the shadow of a doubt within the without of the macrocosm. I alone reside in the microcosm of these covers, among the bildungsroman of the forgotten fable. Hence the burden should fall upon the fandom universe to evince the fact of fiction as to whether or not, I truly exist at all.

It’s 2015, and as I sit here in the shadows of the night staring out the window of my rented cottage towards the cricket farm across the street. In the finite world between the delirium of half-awake and half-asleep, I now wander about the wonder of whether or not my glass is actually half empty or half full. If I could ask the meniscus, would it know? Would the meniscus know that it is not level, that it is either concave or convex, depending on the point of view.

Did you know that the etymology of meniscus, first used in 1695, as told by Merriam-Webster, is from the Greek ‘meniskos’ which is derived from the moon?

The Moon, which has listed among its synonyms aeon, age, blue moon, coon’s age, cycle, donkey’s years, eternity and forever all refer to the concept of time. Time is all that we truly have, that portion which has been used is called the past, that which may yet be used is called the future, and that which is currently in use is called the present. The present is fleeting and finite, the intercalation of that which was and what could be.

The moon is an ever-present satellite that orbits the world, seldom seen in the day, yet prominent and necessary in the night, its serves as a mirror of the day within the night. The day dispels the night, yet the night defines the day during a celestial dance of universal forces. Kinetic Energy = Potential Energy wherein the balancing point is zero.

What is the value of zero, is it absolute? Yes, zero is nothing, but it is absolutely something, the conservation of energy.

In this conservation of mass, the fabling of fiction is the expended kinetic energy of one fan among the potential energy of the larger fandom which forms the basis of the What If… equation.

What if Anakin Skywalker was not the chosen one (the one who would bring balance to the force)?

What if he was merely a tool in the toolbox?

Who then? …would it be Yoda, Mace Windu, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Won Kenobi, or Watto even? What about Anakin’s mother, who was she?

What if Qui-Gon had been allowed to train Anakin properly, what would the outcome have been? Would Mace Windu have then killed Darth Sidious, thereby making him the chosen one? If, Mace Windu could have killed the Sith Lord, would he have become the greatest Jedi known?

In the film, Anakin refers to Obi-Wan Kenobi as being equal to Yoda and Mace Windu, both in wisdom and power. With these known facts of the fiction, combined with two other filmed facts:

Obi-Wan Kenobi killed Darth Maul, with Qui-Gon Jinn’s lightsaber, from an almost insurmountable disadvantage of tactical position and mental condition. Darth Maul held the high ground, and he had just mortally wounded Qui-Gon Jinn.

Obi-Wan Kenobi willingly let Darth Vader dispatch him. Was this because he loved Anakin too much to kill him, even though he left him for dead on Mustafar. Did Obi-Wan Kenobi truly die? Was he really killed by Darth Vader, or was this all an illusion as he transcended beyond? I do not know the answer the answer to any of these questions. In the grand scheme of things, does it really matter at all?

Does being nothing really account to something?

I have been a fan of the films since I first took my little sister to see Return of the Jedi in 1983. So now, repose amid this delirium of a cricket chirping concerto, I have come to the realization that Obi-Wan Kenobi is probably the greatest Jedi of the known world, any other candidate is forgotten or lost to time.

If this then be the case, then Qui-Gon Jinn was the chosen one, as he brought balance to the force by way of Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is the basis of the fractal formulation of the fictional fable that follows. Like most scientific works that are presented to peers for validation by means of a thesis, so then this work is proffered.

It now occurs to me that this work might also be considered the "Kenobi Thesis".

"finis coronat opus" -Tk2T

Bon Appetit!

Introduction

What you should know.

This is a work of fiction, and so is the author.

The time period of the events occurs around 357 ILY (Ibanjji Lunar Year) which equates to 1373 BBY.

The content of the fiction is suggested to have occurred and contains no official endorsement.

The planetary references are indexed in the appendix to the starwars.com/atlas

The planet Ibanjji is found in the Mieru’kar sector of the Outer Rim near coordinate N4.

Prologue

An Epitaph for the Elapid

We…

The Forgotten, who are bound by Night;

Prey…

upon the Darkness, with the Mourning Light.

Circa 1373 BBY | 357 ILY | 22 YWM

Passenger Manifest

Prelude to the Stars

In the Outer Rim, approaching Wild Space beyond the known Hutt Space; the 83rd Legion’s Champions were traveling in style on the mid class luxury vessel known only as the Flat Bottom.

Elapid Scout Squad members were part of the 83rd Legion Alpha Squadron, currently assigned for recruitment duty, in the form of a farewell tour, to the Military Academy Training Command; And, now for the third time in a row, The Champions would be defending their Masters of Melee title at the Intergalactic Military Olympics on Coruscant, about the time of Lunar Autumn Apogee.

Among the registered travelers on the ship’s manifest were several other, more prominent celebrities, such as:

JimJac Jerre, the three headed magicians.

Lupox, the starrock musician.

Keeto, the comedian and tele-vis sensation.

SolPlexis, the acrobat bizarre.

Flat Bottom also served other coach class travelers, one of these lesser known passengers was Karjax, a lower-class Hutt, looking to make a name for his self, outside the current organizational boundary, yet close enough to be recognized.

Flat Bottom was currently operating with a skeleton crew, because half of the normal crew where on shore leave. A relief crew was scheduled to board at the next port of call.

The mid class luxury vessel was on schedule and would soon be approaching the planet Ibanjji on a plotted and filed course to Ventooine from Bimmiel.

As the spacecraft passed beyond the asteroid field, cabin alarms began to sound aboard as a medical emergency was declared by the vessel’s autopilot systems. The autonomous navigation system began replotting an emergency course to the nearest spaceport, which was on the sparsely populated mining planet of Ibanjji.

ATTENTION, ATTENTION.

The pilot has experienced a medical emergency and is now incapacitated. No other pilot is currently available, as the relief crew was not scheduled to board until arrival at Bosph base.

DO NOT PANIC.

The Automated Guidance System is performing optimally and will redirect for an emergency landing on the planet Ibanjji, within the hour.

Flat Bottom will now start its automated approach descent to the only spaceport on the planet, Lloamson Cove.

Emergency Landing

Situated along the rim of a crater lake, Lloamson Cove is a small space port, having only four landing bays, which normally service bulk cargo vessels, VIP dock services are nonexistent.

The autopilot systems make the following announcement;

ATTENTION, ATTENTION.

The vessel is now docking, the Harbormaster is aware of the medical situation. Please remain in your cabins until the medical team has cleared the emergency.

Thank you and enjoy your visit to Lloamson Cove.

{A brief period has passed}

The autopilot systems make the following announcement;

ATTENTION, ATTENTION.

The vessel is now docked.

The Harbormaster would like to address all passengers.

"GREETINGS, Flat Bottom passengers, I am HiM33, Harbormaster inboard Model 33. On behalf of the medical mandroid response unit, thank you for being patient, while we collected the patient. You may now safely exit your vessel. The port city of Lloamson Cove now welcomes you.

Also, please note that Local Ordnance 49 may require a quarantine of your vessel. If you have any questions, you may address these with Outrim Marshal Ti Èrcel at the territorial office on the west rim."

HA-HA? said Keeto sarcastically to JimJac Jerre.

Remind me to use that pun in my next show.

Why would the vessel need to be quarantined, is the pilot contagious? asked JimJac Jerre.

Maybe, you guys are carrying {dirty money}. Karjax retorted.

SolPlexis looked at the champions and asked, Are you boys going ashore? I could use some civilized company amongst the rabble. as she pointed to the other celebrity passengers.

The five Scout Troopers looked toward their squad leader for approval.

Go along with her. I’ll catch up to y’all in a bit. I will see the Marshal about the quarantine, and anything else we should be made aware of. Informed Sergeant Clément Folium.

This girl considers herself extremely lucky to have five handsome champions to escort her about the city. SolPlexis remarked.

Þ…About a star a star is formed.

Lupox composed as he stroked an imaginary hair guitar.

I wonder if they have a gaming house in this town? asked Karjax.

If you ask me, right now SolPlexis is the only game in town! noted Lupox.

HA-HA this trip gets funnier every minute." added Keeto.

JimJac, make him disappear. suggested Lupox.

I don’t work for free, Lupox. JimJac Jerre responded.

Now, that’s funny JimJac. A washed up starrock musician stranded on this hard rock plateau. Lost somewhere between a rock and a hard place it seems. Keeto guffaws.

Just listen to these egos struggle for an audience. Who is more famous in this backwater region? SolPlexis posed.

By the end of the night it will be me. Karjax stated.

Þohhh Babe, she names us famous or infamous. Lupox howls.

I don’t need an audience, mine always tags along, and they are such a pain in the neck. affirmed JimJac Jerre.

Lupox, now you’ve gotten the magician cutting in on my act. moaned Keeto.

They call this a city? It is barely more than a village. I’m a magician, not a thaumaturge. bellowed JimJac Jerre.

They do have a chopper shop. Lupox pointed out as he strummed another line.

Þ…the scourge of the thaumaturge.

Yeah!

Guys maybe we should check that out tomorrow. Tul Hukoba proposed.

An excellent idea. Wuÿan Tkäre agreed.

Why don’t we stroll about, sample the local cuisine, and then sip the ðarkwater. Kyaq šá rudh responded.

I think I’ll continue the current mission. growled Growan Verdant.

And if I rescind those orders? asked SolPlexis.

As disappointed as I would be, I’d still hit the chopper shop tomorrow.

Growan informed. No comment, Perse?

Sorry, I was a bit preoccupied with the quarantine? replied Perse Gorm.

Definitely, the chopper shop.

"All about the three W’s, huh? Asked Lupox.

No doubt. Weapons, Wheels and Women! the champions chanted.

I might disagree with the prioritization, but definitely agree with y’all. Lupox confirmed. I think I’ll hang with you blokes.

Þ"oooooooooo, this mission is such a vision, so I think I’ll just go a fishin."

"Well Gents, looks like our choices are great this evening:

[Dexter] On the Left is the Cove Canteen.

[Sinister] On the Right is the Cove Canteen.

[Medial] And straightened ahead is the Cove Cantina."

JimJac Jerre pointed out.

Haw, Haw, Haw bleated. Keeto.

This show must not go on.

1 Office of the Outrim Marshal

Old Friends

Outrim Marshal?!

"Now tell me, is this a promotion or demotion?’ asked Sergeant Clément Folium upon entering the Marshal’s Office.

Well, kiss my boots!

Clem Folium. exclaimed Marshal Ti Èrcel, upon seeing his old friend from the military academy. I haven’t seen you in a week.

It’s been more than a week my old friend and battle brother.

"Are you suffering from a TBI[1]?" asked Clément.

"No, No. My noggin is just