#and miraz is crowned king and caspian escapes to calormen

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my newest hobby consists of coming up with new plots and concepts for narnia rps, outfitting the mains with graphics and characters and stuff, and then not launching any of them

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The Just Jedi (A Narnian Star Wars Story)

So this amazing crossover really began with @redemsi and you should really check out their art work and what not for it. From it, I was inspired to start this little story, which I will more than likely continue. I apologize for any Star Wars inconsistency, I’m only a Youngling. 

Summary: Set just before Episode I, The Phantom Menace. The Empire has not yet taken control, though tensions are rising throughout the galaxy.  Narnia is a large planet, capital of its sector, ruled by High King Peter and his sisters and brother. Tensions seem to be rising in even Narnia’s peaceful sector. Telmar is one of its larger moons, but Calormen and Archenland are surrounding planets. 

  Edmund felt a tap on his shoulder. Normally, he would jump at the interruption...anything for a reason to escape the winded ramblings of Senator Organa. But today, Tumnus had to stand in front of Edmund to pull his attention away from the Alderaanian pod hovering throughout the center of the Senate arena. "Your Highness?"

      "Yes, Tumnus!" He shouted, startling all those around him. The delegates in the pod next to them glared in irritation. Edmund felt sheepish for the first time in a long time. As the Just King of the planet of Narnia, one of the things Edmund most prided himself in was his passive decorum. For both his adoring subjects and his worst adversaries, Edmund knew it was often imperative that he suppress his emotions. His siblings were less talented in this reserve, what with Peter's temper, Susan's multitudinous fears, and Lucy's, well, everything. That's why Edmund was the one they sent to the Senate when a strong and steady speaker was needed.

    "Your Highness," Tumnus began. "I just received a comm from His Majesty High King Peter. He would like you to hologram him at your earliest convenience."

     "Thank you, Tumnus." Edmund twisted and stretched his neck, trying to get a get a glimpse of the Alderaanian delegates behind his adviser and friend. Tumnus cleared his throat. "Is there anything else?"

      "Well, Your Highness, His Majesty did sound a bit distressed."

       Edmund stood instantly, his extravagant Narnian robes swaying behind him. Tumnus shuffled past him and out into the halls, but Edmund lingered a moment. Senator Organa droned on about the need for trade regulations in the Tandon Sector, but Edmund didn’t even really see the man. His attention was consumed by a young woman sitting beside the Senator. She sat with poise, with even more grace than Queen Susan at a gala affair. She wore a white gown and her hair was pinned back from her face. Compared to the other extravagantly adorned senators in the Alderaanian pod, she was rather plain. But she was, Edmund thought, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her eyes shined in the lights of the arena. Even from a distance, Edmund could see the defiance written in her expression.

       Edmund shook his head turned away. He explained his departure to the Narnian senators and took leave to his chambers.

       Her face stayed burned in his mind.

        The instant Edmund saw his brother appear, even as small and glitching hologram, he knew something was wrong. High King Peter betrayed nothing in his stoic expression. What gave him away was his crooked crown. This was not an uncommon informality of the busy High King, but the instant Queen Susan saw her brother, she'd fix his crown. Edmund check his time monitor; it was midday on Narnia. His siblings would have been holding court for several hours by now, and if detailed-oriented Susan hadn't noticed Peter's disheveled appearance then something was very, very wrong.  

     "Greetings, My Lord." Edmund said.

     Peter smiled. "Coruscant always bring out your formalities, Dear Brother. How goes it in the Senate?"

     The Alderannian girl flashed in Edmund's mind, but there's was no need, no time to discuss such everyday occurrences as a beautiful women.

    "We speak this afternoon on the illegal trade alliance between the Narnian Lone Moons and Calormen. Word has it, most will be on our side to terminate the alliance, as slave trading has been absent from the Narnian sector since the beginning of our reign."

    "Good," Peter nodded, but his attention seemed to be elsewhere. Edmund waited a moment before saying,

     "And how is Narnia?"

      Peter swallowed.  "There has been a bit of an...incident." Edmund hands started to shake until his brother added, "Everyone is alright; there's been no hostilities. Well, no usual hostilities..."

     "What is it, my brother?"

     "It's Telmar."

     "Telmar? But, we have always been peaceful with our largest moon. King Caspian IX is a friend."

     "Relations have not changed, Brother. It's all just very suspicious. We were informed a fortnight ago of King Caspian's voyage to the Chommell sector to secure the betrothal of his young son, Prince Caspian X, to a princess do Naboo, remember?" Edmund nodded. "Well, in his absence, his brother, Lord Miraz has invited many dignitaries from planet capitals to Telmar for a...his words were 'a friendly gathering.'"

      "Is it truly so strange my Lord, that he should want to establish relations with other dignitaries. Perhaps he seeks a spouse for his own offspring?"

      "Lord Miraz does not have any children, and it is even stranger to hold such a gathering in his brother's absence. But, even so, if his intentions were noble, why would he then not invite a single Narnian noble?"

      "He didn't-"

     "Lord Miraz did not even inform us, his overlords, of the meeting. We only discovered it because a friend of Queen Susan questioned her about it."

     "What course of actions have you taken? Did you alert King Caspian?"

     "No, Queen Susan insisted we not interrupt his mission...you know how she dotes on young Prince Caspian. But, we did question Lord Miraz and he claimed he simply forgot to invite our party. Queen Lucy, however, spoke with Lord Bern, an old from of Mr. Tumnus it seems, and he advised us to be careful. Lord Miraz has raised his suspicions as well."

      "When is the gathering?"

      "Two Narnian days from now. Will you be able to arrive in time?"

     "If you would like my presence, I certainly shan't stay here any longer than necessary. I can leave just after this afternoon's session. I should arrive by tomorrow afternoon."

     "I think it would also be wise if you prepare you network, as well Brother."

     "Yes, my Lord."

     There was a sudden commotion on Peter's end of the transmission. The High King was pushed out of view and Edmund's sister, Queen Lucy, took his place in the hologram. "Edmund!" She exclaimed.

      "Hello, Lucy." He smiled.

       "I'm sure you've heard all about the drama here. Have you told the Jedi Masters?"

       "Lucy, you're supposed to be helping Susan." Peter pulled her gently by the arm and appeared in the hologram again. The High King cleared his threat and lowered his voice. "Do you think it would be wise to advise the Masters, Brother?"

        Edmund fingered the lightsaber at his belt. While all of his siblings were force sensitive and friendly with the Jedi Masters and Knights, only Edmund had gone through Jedi training, being Master Windu’s Padawan for several years. His sisters had no interest in leaving Narnia, and High King Peter declared he couldn't leave his duties. Edmund was to face the Jedi Trials to become a Jedi Knight on the same day that giants of the Northern Moon invaded Narnia with the Calormen armies. He had not seen the Masters since that day, almost two years ago.

      "I wouldn't want to trouble them with the problems of our small moon, my Lord."

      "I don't know...I have a bad feeling about this."

       "If it would ease your mind, my Lord, I will seek an audience with Master Windu before I leave Coruscant." With that, they signed off. Edmund rushed back to the Senate arena, arriving just in time to give his speech that won the the vote to ban slave trading throughout all of Narnia's sector for all time.

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Number 11 with caspian!!

“Will you just shut up for a minute and let me think?!”

Caspian blinked. His uncle was a temperamental man but he had never heard him raise his voice before.

Caspian wondered what exactly was going on in his uncle’s study. He had seen men file into the large room, each looking more pensive than the other, as he made his way from the kitchen. The cook had found the seven-year-old boy, once again, raiding through the cabinets to find the cookies he knew the cook hid for festivities. She had been dragging Caspian by the ear to his uncle Miraz’s study for a stern talking-to when the sudden line of reluctant noblemen was entering it. After a quick, hushed conversation with Miraz’s steward, the cook, obviously dismissed, gave Caspian a dark look and stalked away mumbling something about usurpers and bratty kings-to-be. Caspian hadn’t paid much attention to the cook as he had been too busy wondering what all those men were doing in his uncle’s study. The castle had a room specifically meant for meetings with powerful men. What were they called? The counter room? Consul room?

As he had stood in the end of the hall contemplating the name of the room, the hall had slowly emptied so that only Caspian remained with only the whispers of the men in the study to be heard. They were quiet, though, so that only an ear pressed against the thick wooden panel of the door could capture any conversation from the room – which was exactly what Caspian’s curiosity led him to do. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he needed to hear the conversation.

At first he was bored by the few things he could pick up. He heard a few tidbits of how the trade industry was beginning to decline and inflation was becoming a serious problem as pensions stagnated and several other things Caspian knew were serious yet his young mind couldn’t comprehend.

Then, the volume in the room suddenly rose. The voices of the men sounded outraged and furious. Caspian could hear the men clearly now. They asked Miraz how he could possibly do such a thing, and how would he even succeed. As man tried to speak over man, the noise in the room became deafening. Caspian understand even less than when they were speaking in hushed voices.

“And what of the boy?” Caspian knew that voice. It was the Lord Glozelle. Even though his voice was low and much quieter than the other men’s, Caspian knew that voice anywhere. Shivers ran up his spine as he was reminded by a venomous slithering through sheets of velvet, ready to strike whoever dared to grab the fabric, just as it had happened to a maid when a Calormen’s snake had escaped its basket. The maid had died within an hour’s time from the snake’s venom, while the snake had been placed back into its basket and unfairly remained alive. If there was one man to fear, it was Lord Glozelle.

Caspian wondered what boy Glozelle could be speaking of. He hoped it wasn’t himself. He didn’t want to be the object of Glozelle’s inquiry, even if it was to ask him how his lessons were going as he sometimes tended to do whenever he ran into the boy in the halls. Glozelle frightened Caspian and he wanted to have nothing to do with the lord.

The room had instantaneously silenced at Glozelle’s questioned. Chaos broke out immediately after the short pause. Caspian flinched away. He didn’t like loud noises, especially those that surprised him.

Then, Miraz roared, “Will you just shut up for a minute and let me think?!”

Caspian gasped. Miraz wasn’t a man to scream. He brought fear into the most dauntless of men through his quiet reprimands that promised the coming of something heinous as their true punishment. Caspian had never heard his uncle raise his voice above what his nurse had called an “inside voice”. Not even when he went out riding and tried to call out to a servant or accompanying rider had Miraz raised his voice. His uncle’s loudness scared Caspian, and it must have scared the noblemen as well as they silenced in an instant.

A woman’s soft and soothing voice was heard momentarily. Prunaprismia, Miraz’s wife, must be inside. Caspian wrinkled his nose at the thought of his unlikeable aunt sitting to Miraz’s left with her chin raised, acting as if she were already Queen of the Telmarines.

Miraz spoke after a few beats of silence. “I have yet to plan something for the boy.” Miraz paused. “Although, we all know what must be done for me to take –“

A hand suddenly dragged Caspian away from the door. “Boy, what do you think you are doing here?” Mriaz’s steward quietly jeered at him. He narrowed his eyes as he realized what Caspian must have been doing with his ear pressed to the study door. “Were you eavesdropping?” The steward angrily shook Caspian a bit but tried not to make any noise so not as to rouse the attention of the men in the study.

Caspian didn’t try to defend himself as he had heard a sudden muffled shout coming from the study. What had been said? Was it about what Miraz had said about the boy? What was it he wanted to take from the boy? What was it Miraz needed to do to the boy? Who, exactly, was the boy?

Those questions ran through his mind as the steward dragged him to his new tutor, Doctor Cornelius. He didn’t pay much attention to his first lesson with Doctor Cornelius as he was still thinking about Miraz and the men in the study. It wasn’t until Doctor Cornelius procured a book about the stars that Caspian stopped thinking about what he heard in the study and subsequently forgot it for a long time.

If the steward had not arrived at that exact moment, if the men had been speaking slightly louder, if Caspian had stayed a few minutes longer, he would have heard his uncle say, “Although, we all know what must be done for me to take the crown that so rightfully belonged to me.” Caspian would have heard Lord Sopespian ask, “So you determine yourself in killing your own nephew?” Caspian would have heard his cruel aunt answer, “If it is what it takes to take the crown, then yes. It is exactly what he will do. He will kill Caspian.” Caspian would have heard that the shout in the room that was actually a collective shout of approval coming from the Telmarine noblemen.

Later in his life, after being crowned King of Narnia by the Great Lion Himself, Caspian would remember that day and what he had heard and would lay in bed at night wondering what it was his uncle and his men were going on about with what he wanted to take and whether the boy mentioned was in fact the young Caspian, heir to the Telmarine throne.

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The Just Jedi (Narnian Star Wars Story Part Four)

Parts One  Two Three

This part is actually really exciting and really fun to write. 

Summary: Edmund forces himself to distance himself from emotions, but that might be hard when his whole family is in danger. 

“These are not the guests I was expecting,” Susan muttered to Edmund as they sat down for dinner. Edmund was thinking the same thing;  Lord Miraz’s company for the weekend including some nobles from neighboring planets and systems. Edmund recognized them instantly. It was the group of guests, none of them human, closest to Miraz that he didn’t know. He asked Trickfoot.  

“They are from the Trade Federation, Your Highness. “  

The Trade Federation.  Edmund remembered hearing rumors in the Senate of the Federation gaining too much power, but thought nothing of it. Narnia had only a small trading network, especially compared to other planets and systems, as the planet was quite self-sufficient. Good relations with Archenland and its moons were all Narnia needed. 

Edmund surveyed the room. Lucy and (Y/N) were at the opposite end of the table, near Peter. Edmund forced himself to drag his eyes away from (Y/N), who was absolutely glowing in a green gown with Susan’s matching jewels. The High King was in conversation with the monarch of Onderon.  Senator Organa sat beside Susan, chatting about his wife. Miraz stood and began his speech. Edmund felt unease the moment he saw Miraz’s sinister smile.

“Greetings, Your Majesties and Honored Guests.  We are incredibly honored by your acceptance of our humble invitations. I hope, over the course of the next few days, we can build great relations amongst us that will benefit all parties. I sincerely believe we can overcome statuses and formalities to make this gathering a profitable one.” 

Susan glanced at Edmund. He nodded slightly; Miraz’s true meaning did not pass him. King Caspian did not know of this gathering. 

Dinner was served.  A traditional Telmarine meal with more meat served in one course than is served in a month on Narnia. Edmund spent the entire time wishing he could have been sneaking around the castle with his network, gathering information about Lord Miraz. Instead, he was stuck listening to a young prince from the Inner Rim complain about his family’s insistence he marry his squinty-eyed third cousin. Edmund was one of the first ones to leave the table when the meal ended. Susan linked her arm in his when they entered the ballroom.

“Would you care to dance, sister?” He asked her. Susan smiled mischievously. 

“Actually, I think you should ask (Y/N).  She is-”

Edmund tried very hard to not look at the girl.  But, she was smiling radiantly as she chatted with Peter and Lucy.  He turned away just as a young man asked her dance. He sighed heavily. "No."

“What? Edmund, you have to be at least a little hospitable. And she is-” But, Susan was interrupted by Senator Organa. He introduced Susan to the young prince that had sat next to Edmund, and the two left to dance. Susan looked at her brother over her shoulder, gesturing towards (Y/N).  He ignored her. 

“King Edmund, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Senator Organa began with a smile. “How did you convince the Jedi Masters to allow you to continue on Narnia? I was under the impression all Jedis were to remain at the Temple.”

Emotions swam through Edmund’s head as he tried to compose his answer. No one save his siblings and the Masters knew he had abandoned the Jedi for Narnia. No one save his siblings understood. He was saved an explanation, though, as Tumnus flagged him down from the doorway just then. He excused himself from the Senator’s company. 

“Pardon the interruption, Your Highness,” Tumnus began. “But, we have finally heard from Captain Elidor.” Edmund exited the ballroom. “Oh, Your Highness, there’s no need to-”

“My chambers, Tumnus.” Edmund answered. He glanced only once more at (Y/N) and berated himself for doing so. 

Peter came in the room quite late at night.  His face was stoic until he closed the door. Then, a smile burst upon his face. His blonde hair was a mess and his crown was crooked. Edmund looked up from the transmission readout he was reviewing and smirked. “Have fun?”

“Don’t you start...” The High King crashed upon his bed. “I was trying to get information.”

“Oh yeah? Did you ever get her name?”

Peter narrowed his eyes. “Listen, just because you become a stuttering mess whenever there’s a pretty girl around-”

“I do not!”

It was Peter’s turn to smirk. “Truly? What about (Y/N)?”

Edmund studied the transmission harder.  “What about her?”

“Oh, come on, Ed. You literally fell head over heels for her the moment you met.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“Alright, alright, but you have to admit...she is something else. I mean, she’s beautiful, of course, but there’s just...something in her eyes, you know?” Edmund knew.  “In fact, no less than three men wouldn’t leave her side the entire night.” Peter studied his brother’s stone face. “I danced with her too. She asked about you. She thinks you- hey what’s that?”

“Captain Elidor’s report. And before you ask why I didn’t report to you, it simply says that they arrived at the last known location of the Telmarine ship and found nothing there.  They are now searching the neighboring planets for any information. But, that could take quite some time.” Peter aggressively fluffed his pillow in response. “There’s nothing more we can do now. A good night sleep would do us well.  I understand Miraz arranged a tournament during the gathering.” 

The two kings turned in.  Their beds were small, but that didn’t bother Edmund half as much as Peter’s snoring. It had been years since they’d shared a room. He managed to fall asleep, but then was restlessly lost in a dream. 

Lord Miraz was seated in High King Peter’s throne, looking down at the Narnian royals who were bound and kneeling before him. His sinister smile made Edmund’s skin crawl. “Let us see,” he said, stroking his beard. “The auction of Queen Lucy would be an excellent way to revive the slave trade.” He waved his hand and Edmund’s sister was taken away screaming and crying. He felt his heart shatter. “Hmm...Prince Rabadash of Calormen will award me handsomely upon the delivery of Queen Susan.” She was taken out of the room, maintaining her grace and posture, but tears silently escaped her eyes. “King Peter will obviously be executed alongside young Caspian, but as for this one...the Just King...the Jedi...”

“Give him to me.” A voice called out. Edmund froze; his whole body felt like ice. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Queen Jadis stepped out from behind Miraz’s throne. “All traitors belong to me.”

Edmund tried to cry out that he was no traitor, that he had amended his sins. But, a hand caught him by the throat and he couldn’t speak, couldn’t breath.

Edmund woke with a jolt. He always struggled to catch his breath after a nightmare, but no air even entered his throat.  Two hands squeezed around his neck. 

He retrieved his lightsaber beneath his pillow, and in an instant, he sliced off the hands of his attacker. The man screamed for only second before Edmund knocked him unconscious with the hilt of his lightsaber. He fell to the ground. Edmund leapt over him, the lightsaber’s green light revealing Peter’s own struggle with another attacker. Edmund drove his lightsaber through his center and the man fell backwards, towards the door. He pulled out a blaster and fired at Peter. But the king had recovered and was brandishing his sword, Rhindon, which had been engineered with a thermal shield.  It deflected the blasts.  Edmund threw his lightsaber. It dealt a deadly blow to the attacker and returned to his hand. The kings breathed for a moment.

“You alright?” Peter asked. 

“The girls!” Edmund exclaimed. The brothers clamored across the hall. Peter crashed through the unlocked door, brandishing his sword. Edmund heard two shots from a blaster pistol and screaming as he followed his brother in. The Just King’s jaw dropped at the scene illuminated by his lightsaber.

The would-be murderers lay dead on the floor, each with a smoking blaster wound. Susan and Lucy were huddled together on one bed, Lucy holding her dagger. Susan’s hand was only inches from her bow. (Y/N) stood in the center of the room, a plaster pistol pointed straight at Peter and Edmund. Her eyes were stony, but still had a spark in them.  No one spoke.

Edmund didn’t know if he should revere (Y/N) or fear her.