The Fan Fiction Archive has a huge update this week with five new stories from all eras of the Star Wars universe.

"Namesake" by Mcily Nochi and "See You Soon" by Amidala_Skywalker feature Jedi, "Take Me to Korriban" by Redone features Sith, "The Phlutdroid" by Brian Pacula features assassins, and "The Sweetest Thing" by anakin_walker_of_sky (which is an answer to the "First Kiss" challenge) features a senator.

There are also three new reviews and a new poll asking which is your favourite type of character to read about (click here to take part).

Summaries

• Namesake by Mcily Nochi:
  Luke Skywalker starts work on his holocron, only to discover that some of his memories are not his own.

• See You Soon by Amidala_Skywalker:
  In the darkest time in the galaxy, two young lovers face the most difficult separation of all... Upon a routine mission to a Mid Rim planet, Anakin Solo runs into some unlikely trouble from the Yuuzhan Vong, thus leaving Tahiri to endeavour to prepare a rescue mission. This fic was inspired by the events of Star By Star.

• Take Me to Korriban by Redone:
  The rituals at two significant points in Maul's life: becoming a Sith Apprentice and the end of the Path of Apprenticeship.

• The Phlutdroid by Brian Pacula:
  It's not easy making a living in this galaxy, but misanthropic assassin droid IG-72 does the best it can, collecting bounties along the Outer Rim. But when IG-72 finds itself on Tatooine as an unwitting pawn in a feud between gangster Hutts, it learns that sometimes co-operation is necessary for survival...

• The Sweetest Thing by anakin_walker_of_sky:
  Between Episodes I and II, Anakin and Padme have a "chance" encounter in the waiting room of the Chancellor's office. Short and hopefully sweet. Their first kiss, and first meeting in 10 years.

Namesake by Mcily Nochi

"Mara, I am going to make a holocron." Luke watched her carefully for her reaction. They lay in bed, the morning light streaming in the window.

"Why?" she asked simply, carefully hiding her feelings so she wouldn't influence him unfairly.

"For the same reason the Jedi of old made them," he replied, again feeling the rightness of it. Last night, something inside him had said to do this. "Because the legacy must never be lost or destroyed. Without the knowledge of the Old Republic's Jedi, we need to step in and build in again. As the first Jedi Master after the purge, it is my duty."

"What will you need to do to compile the holocron?" she asked.

"Just sift through my memories, figure out what was significant and what wasn't. Remember my mistakes, and the solutions I found." He slid his arm around her.

"Remember my life."

See You Soon by Amidala_Skywalker

His body twisted, first to the left and then to the right, and with it his pace slowed slightly. The blaster bolts glided past him, barely missing his sweat-soaked form. His breath came in short gasps, his mind barely managing to accomplish the task of running and breathing at the same time. Not only was he mentally tired, he was even worse physically. His legs were exhausted and a cold ache settled into his muscles. He had used the Force to hide himself from his attackers, and once they had passed him, he had moved in the opposite direction, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before they located him.

He once thought he could never run this hard or this fast, but he'd now proved himself wrong. His boots hit the dirt, each step occurring in a matter of milliseconds. The rough old boots he wore did not adapt easily to the landscape of this planet, and for that reason they were slowing him down. It was not only the desert terrain that seemed to be affecting his senses, but also the climate.

His face was saturated with sweat, signifying the brute strength and raw effort of his actions. Small, insignificant drops of sweat fell down both sides of his face. The drops would eventually continue on after reaching the end of his jaw line, dripping to the ground and mixing in with the dry orange dirt.

He was constantly trying to maintain a steady pace, but wasn't quite able to. Even considering he was a Jedi, he would never be able to escape from them. He already knew that running was useless. Any type of escape was useless. Well, unless he could get to the ship in time--before they lifted off.

Take Me to Korriban by Redone

As the last rays of sun coloured the strips of clouds at the horizon, a streak of light flew across the skies and a boom rattled the peace of the wide valley. A shuttle descended and settled on the flat grassland. The ramp lowered and two dark figures strode out.

The smaller one threw his head back, inhaled deeply and sighed contentedly. "We'll spend the night here," he said. "The Journey begins at sunrise." He walked away from the ship, to a small hillock overlooking the valley. He sat on a rock, facing west, looking at the now purplish clouds. His companion - hardly more than a black silhouette by now - followed him. The light faded quickly.

"There," the smaller man pointed due west, at the range of mountains on the other side of the vale that stretched before them. A thin stripe of lighter grey could barely be discerned, cutting the vale in half - the old road.

His companion sat beside him. They remained silent a long while.

"Here I began my path as Sith Apprentice," the smaller man said. "At last a circle will be complete." He let out a low chuckle. "You know, I like things complete and perfect."

"Yet you never finished your apprenticeship."

"I'm finishing it now. This is the end of the Path of Apprenticeship."

The Phlutdroid by Brian Pacula

The job was indeed more dangerous than usual. The target wasn't a delinquent gambler or a double-crossing smuggler or any of the rest of the Phlutdroid's usual fare. The target was a well-connected associate of one of Mogo's rivals, Jabba the Hutt. He was one of Jabba's top lieutenants, a high-volume spice runner who was cutting into traffic in what was, unofficially, Mogo's territory. This target, with Jabba's name and fortune backing him, would probably have enough defenses and security at his disposal to make an attempted hit from any organic bounty hunter a very risky prospect. IG-72 expected no difficulties.

The Phlutdroid left the Pawawanga with only a beggar's plate of leads: a name (Gazzo Ku Metz), a few aliases, a brief rundown of recent activities, his last known whereabouts (coming out of the Kessel Run), and the identification number of a six-engine modified bulk freighter he was known to use. That was all. Mogo wasn't even sure what species the man was. Some claimed he was human, some said Duros, and others just weren't sure.

The assassin droid's plan was to go somewhere where its target would have to show his face, sooner or later--Jabba the Hutt's primary residence and base of operations on Tatooine. Without any way to visually identify that face, IG-72 knew that some intelligence gathering would be necessary once it arrived on the desert planet. With no time to waste, it set its coordinates for the twin suns of Tatooine the moment its returned to its starship, and shot off into hyperspace to begin tracking its prey.

The Sweetest Thing by anakin_walker_of_sky

Turmoil has engulfed the galaxy. The Galactic Senate is again in disarray, with greedy delegates squabbling over trivial matters. Unfortunately for the galaxy, they are also now squabbling over several large matters; which could turn out to be highly destructive. A large Confederation of systems, spanning several sectors, has begun massing together weapons and offensive technology. This includes highly controversial cloning equipment. They claim to be merely preparing for defense in case of unforeseen circumstances. However this has terrified many other groups in the galaxy into boosting their own armaments, creating a circular arms-race.

Reviews

• Desert Inconvenience by Rogue Knight
  (Click here to read Rogue 8's review)

• The Magic Lamp by Marnie
  (Click here to read Rogue 8's review)
  (Click here to read Marnie's response to Rogue 8's review)