The Four Rings Series

It all began with four boxes holding within them four very special things.
 Those boxes were the gifts to the newly appointed Chosen Four. Each one got a box, and each box was unique. Each box would change the world. Actually, what was in each box would change the world. As the Four opened their tiny chests, they gasped with wonder, but confusion as well.
 For in each box was a ring. Two gold, two silver. Gold for the two elder, silver for the two younger. As they drew them out to the light, they shone and glinted and sparkled.

 They were rather peculiar rings as well, for they each had beautifully scripted words encircling them. But the peculiar thing was that the language was not of that world, but of a different world. A world that would need these four young chosen, and would change their lives, and the lives of most, forever.

An early edit, I didn't use the proper font

Based on the movie of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

  

Oh dear, the One Ring is back! What to do, what to do... 

The One Ring has returned as the Black Ring, 

and Sauron is close to entering that world.

The Ringwraiths are after the Four Rings, and their bearers.

{I didn't use the proper font on this either}

 The Four's obsession with their rings must be stopped, 

so Willow recruits their ninja friend Cole to help.

 

Break In: Infiltrating the Citadel: Part Two

 "We're almost to the drop point, Leader." Anthony {Tony} commented as he peered thru the space-proof glass.
Warren nodded absently.
 "Are you sure we're doing this right, Warren?" Tony asked, twirling a piece of hair that had just grown enough the tug on. "I mean, the two of us, Nex asks us to do a dangerous mission to drop a shock-bomb onto Lola Sayu, in a very, very highly Empire controlled area, and no escorts? I mean, c'mon man!"
 Warren stared glassily eyed ahead. "It doesn't seem so strange to me," he said dully, twirling the golden chain around that hung on his neck with his fingers.
 Tony rolled his eyes at Warren's golden ring that dangled from his fingers. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it, and closed his mouth again.
 Leaning over the console to the comm, he pressed the familiar greenish button. "Ninjaball to Nex, we're goin' in hot. We should be back to base by ten hundred hours."
 "Roger that, Ninjaball. I copy. Please proceed with the plan." Nex's voice instructed.
 "Copy that, sir."
 Tony's fingers flew over the control board. "We should be over the drop-spot in less than a minute, Warren."
 Warren nodded absentmindedly.
 I wonder why Nex was so insistent that we drop the bomb? And I'm certain he knows how dangerous Lola Sayu is, so why didn't he at least send Darrion with us? Tony wondered. Darrion's quite a capable pilot, she knows what she's doing. But Warren... his thoughts drifted.

 Willow crouched low behind the craggy rock as she heard voices draw near. They aren't droids, that's for sure, because those aren't droid voices, thought the sniper. But where is Cody? And Cole, come to think of it?
 "Now Willow," she told herself, "They will be along in just a moment surely. Practice patience."
 The crunch of boots on gravel alerted her to another presence.
 "That accursed droid isn't keeping watch, again," a male voice pointed out in a dark tone.
 "Well," countered another voice, "can your Shadow Knights do better, Sargent?"
 "Yes, of course they can. A single one could overpower any warrior in the galaxy." The dark voice said coldly.
 "Excepting those Chosen Four, and their friends." The other voice commented.
 "They were young and untrained, these are the highly trained Knights. They will not fail."
 "That I do not doubt, but Commander Sobeck is rather, ah, nervous. His brother was killed here, you'll remember."
 "Yes," the other agreed, "but he was not guarded by our knights, now was he, Captain?" Captain?
 "No, he wasn't. I'm sure you'll keep the place secure, please report to Arc Trooper 55-55 if you have any trouble." Fives? Uh-oh.
 "Of course, Captain. But I am curious, didn't you infiltrate this very prison in the days of the Republic?" Wait, this must be Captain Rex!
 In a rather gruff voice, the captain answered, "yes, I did." Silence. "I must report back now." The voice was now formal.
 Willow nearly fainted when someone placed one hand on her arm and another over her mouth. Jerking her head around to see who it was, she was relieved to see Cole. He lifted his hand from her mouth and lifted it to his lips in a shhh motion. Willow nodded.
 Cole jerked his head towards the fast disappearing Rex.
 "C'mon, Will," Cole hissed. "We can follow Rex."
 "What about Cody?" Willow hissed back.
 "Cody's already climbing." Cole nodded towards the sheer cliff which had been climbed by Darrion scarce a half hour before. Indeed, a rather large shape, for clones are known for their height, was making its way up the cliff. Willow sighed with relief.
 Cole started to get up gingerly, but Willow snatched his wrist. "What about that Shadow Knight?" She hissed.
 "Oh. I didn't think about that." Cole leaned to the edge of the rock, just peering around it's jaggedy edge.
 The Shadow Knight, cloaked in black and wearing complete black {as was their custom} was meandering back towards the door where Rex was headed.
 Then he stopped, and pulled out his communicator, "Please be sure that you position the men as I instructed. I sense something's about to happen."
A murmuring came from the communicator. "Good." The head Knight nodded briskly.
 Cole tugged Willow's sleeve, and jerked his head towards the almost out-of-site Rex. Willow nodded wordlessly.
 Silently, they both crept behind the rocks after the clone captain.

Part Three: Coming Soon!

Break In: Infiltrating the Citadel

The only sound was the chilly, stale air whistling over the grey jagged rocks.

 The only thing that interrupted that sound was the soft crunching of boots on stray pebbles.
 The black-clad girl slid the long, curving sniper rifle off of her shoulder and settled it on a small boulder, hidden in the thick fog.
 "I don't see anything," the clone-sized commando droid stated into his comm-link.
 "Try your body-heat scanners." Whomever was on the other end of the comm ordered.
 "Roger, roger." The commando's mechanical voice replied flatly.
  The girl leaned forward, her shoulder pressing to the end of the rifle, her eye searching the small aiming glass atop the rifle.
 The commando pressed a small button on his arm. "Body-heat scanning," he stated to no one in particular.
  He came into sight on the aiming glass. The click of the trigger reached only the ears of the one who pulled it.
 Click. The tiny dart struck the droid easily on his chest, precisely in the center of the small circle of red light.
 The droid stood perfectly still for a moment. A voice spoke in the ear of the sniper.
 "Great aim, Will. I'll have complete control of this commando droid in less then a moment, to be precise." Darren was in the control room {as usual} but the mission was being directed by Glennall Wolffe, the son of Commander Wolffe. Glennall was working his way up in the Special Forces unit in the Codebearer's army, and was a favorite of Nex.
 "I'll signal Darrion to make her move, but get that camera first." Glennall's voice directed.
 Willow aimed again, this time fixing the glass on a small rectangular object, barely to be seen in the fog. Click. The same fate of the droid befell the camera, as the dart dug into the wire slightly to the left of the camera.
 "Lovely job, Will." Glennall affirmed.
 Willow peered silently through the fog, her eyes searching for any sign of movement on the rugged and steep sheer cliff. The electro-barriers sizzled and flicked from unit to unit.
 Then she spotted it. A small, slender person was clambering up the cliff, clutching the sharp rocks as handholds. On her back rode a smaller, black, scaly object clutching for dear life. She had almost reached the flat outcropping where the commando droid still stood unmovingly.
 Her two black-clad hands clutched the edge, and she quickly swung herself up onto the platform. The droid still didn't move. Then it did.
 "This way," the droid said flatly, poking a code into the keypad beside the door. Darrion {for that was whom the small person was} nodded, brushing her almost-black bangs away from her forehead. The small, black, scaly object pulled itself up from D's back to perch on her shoulder, her long tail swishing against D's back.
 The keypad beeped its approval, and the droid led D inside the Citadel.

 Arc Trooper 55-55 scrolled through the upcoming schedule for the high security prison. More guards. More security. More everything. Blah. Blah. Blah.
 He'd be glad to have a break-in, an explosion, a fire, anything that would be more fun then sitting around waiting for something to happen.
 And if he thought that was bored, taking orders from Osum Sobeck, the freakiest, creepiest, craziest prison warden in the galaxy was even worse. But orders were orders. And weirdos were weirdos. Oh, brother.
 "This way," a flat, droid voice echoed about the hallway. Fives glanced up from his data-pad, peering through the glass to the hallway, to see whom the person was the droid was bringing.
 The person was small, he couldn't be much taller than little Ahsoka Tano was. Used to be. Whatever. He was wearing a dark cloak, with some kind of pattern, but it was hard to tell what kind. The hood covered most of his face, except for his lower nose and mouth.
 Then the hood moved as whomever was under the cloak glanced side to side, revealing {for half a second} big brown eyes fringed in dark eyelashes.
 Fives squinted. He could have sworn that he recognized that face.
 But the hooded person disappeared behind a sharp corner, so Fives couldn't hurry out and ask about whom they were. Ah, well. Such is life.

Part two, coming soon!