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I am a Sith
1
Discovered
“Two years following the New Jedi Order. On Hoth a Sith Lord made his way toward the distant caves where he hoped to find shelter from the harsh winds of the deserted planet. His muscles ached and his ability of the Force was nullified by the extreme cold. He continued onward without…”
“Can’t a Sith and his friend get another drink in this place!” My obviously drunk friend shouted to the bartender.
“Keep your voice down, I do not wish to be caught. You know that there are Jedi on this planet.”
He was not at the point of stopping as he kept calling for more drink. I could not let my presence be known. I quickly got up and left the bar.
Not wanting to look to suspicious I had left my cloak at my place, a quaint room that I had bought. I had won an amount of money gambling. My knowledge of the force gave me an advantage over my competitors.
Not having anything in particular to do for the remainder of the evening. I set out toward my only home still tipsy for the amount of drink I had to consume for my friend Rogalé’s sake. Rogalé was a Herglic, one of the many Herglics who had migrated to Lan Barrell.
Suddenly I sensed a large amount of Force being used behind me but before I could react I was hit by a wave of wind and sand that sent me flying quite a distance. I tried to see who my assailant was but could not due to the large amount of dust in the air. I could faintly see a lightsaber turn on and spin around a few times. Judging by the rather Incompetent use of the lightsaber, I perceived the Jedi to be of considerably low rank. I performed a weak mindtrick and ran towards my residence.
I was in a hurry to leave the city for I knew that the Jedi would not rest till they found me and striped me of my Sith power. I was not in fear of losing my power but in fear of what they would do to my former masters manuscripts witch contained his discoveries and philosophy. I had a great respect for my master and his teachings and could not let priceless Sith histories be destroyed. I took the things that I needed, my cloak and my master’s saber and of course manuscripts.
I left quite quickly but not as quietly as I would have wished. As I turned around the corner, I tripped over a very filthy looking tramp. My hard landing and his frightful shout made a usually loud noise. (As if tripping over tramps was a regular occurrence of daily life.) I ran as fast as I could, not wanting to listen to an hour long lecture about how noise pollution was slowly making plant life on Lan Barrell degrade from a 200 year old fossil. “I hope noise pollution makes him degrade one day.”
I soon disappeared into the silent Lan Barrellian night, escaping from the life I had built for myself in Carmelle.
“Get up!” I woke with a start as something jabbed me sharply in the side.
I’d had fallen asleep on the sidewalk. Not thinking about what had woke me; my thoughts were rather focused on finding out where I was. I scanned the surroundings.
“Hey! You can’t sit around here this is no hotel, pick up your things and get moving!” A rather scrawny New Republic Soldier glared at me with a look of disapproval. The kind you get from your mother-in-law after ten years of marriage. It seemed to me that he took his job a little too seriously.
I got up and walked away paying no attention to him for I did not care to answer him because in a way he was right.
Looking at various hoardings I realized I was in the capital of Lan Barrell, Shulell. I hadn’t travelled far from Carmelle.
Feeling rather hungry, I went to the closest tavern I could find but what good was the tavern without money? It had dawned on me that in my haste I had forgotten to bring me my money bag. I needed money and the obvious option was gambling, the surest way of earning money for a Force user.
After inquiring from some suspicious looking characters, I found a place where some large bets where being put up on a simple dice game. A few wookies had also placed bets on roll number seven. Having confidence on my own ability I carelessly bet my golden thumb ring. The dice rolled, and to my shock and horror, landed on the number seven. The Wookies had won.
During the game I had felt power of the force being used. I knew it had come from the Wookies. The smaller cloaked wookie was the object of my suspicion. I suspected he was the suspect. I had to leave, even though I could have taken on one padawan, I didn’t want to endager the Sith valuables I had in my possession.
Sudden a shifty-eyed Rodian shouted across the hangar, “Cheater! Damn Jedi scum always use their powers to win! Out with ‘em lads”
The Wookies seemed confused as they didn’t understand the Rodian at all. I wonder if even understood the game save the small cloaked Wookie. In an instant a small group of rodians and other angry bet-makers turned on the Wookies with various weapons.
I took the wonderful opportunity that I had to escape from the hangar, not really caring about the outcome. I knew my newly acquainted Jedi friend would take me and present me to the Jedi council.
Somewhat thankful that I had gotten out alive I wandered down the streets pondering on what I could do to make a buck or two.
Perhaps I should become a poet.
Finally I decided to do the conventional thing and get my self a decent job.
The wind echoed through the large caves giving a eerie feeling. “A fine place to start ones training.” The Sith Lord took a deep breath of cold air and coughed out. “You will become a strong Sith.” He whispered to the child in his arms.
Mining ore was not an easy job. Work hours were long and pay was low; especially since the unions were not strong in the Outer Rim planets. Labourers had tough lives.
Thankfully I wasn’t that desperate to take on mining as a profession. Therefore I decided to become a waiter in a tavern. I got my pay, my meals free and slept on the tavern floor. Not as bad as getting some infectious disease and having to live with it your whole life till you get crushed by a large piece of rock.
I showed up early that afternoon to not anger my already angered boss.
“Never, never will I conspire with a Jedi!” screamed Boss Kass. I quickly hid behind the divider, and continued to listen to my boss shout at the now very timid looking wookie.
The wookie had been in the group of gambling wookies I had run into yesterday.
“But we only want to insure the prosperity of your business.”
This I understood because of my long study hours learning the language of the wookies.
“You sound like you’re from the insurance company, boy! Now buy something or leave!”
“I guess I’ll be leaving then.” The wookie said regaining his composure, taking his time as he walked out the door.
Now that is was safe I came out from behind the divider and got to my work. It wasn’t my place to ask what the argument was about so I did not. The day went on as a waiters day should go, cleaning tables and aiding rotund customers.
I had gotten used to living in Shulell. It has been six weeks since I had encountered the wookies. I wiped my brow and sat down on a chair. I just finished sweeping the floor for the fifth time. As I relaxed on my chair my thoughts wandered far away to a distant land, to my homeworld, Kalee. I tried to imagine what my live would be if I had not become a Sith, if I had a normal live. My thoughts where broken by a shout in my ear.
“Hello friend!” It was Rogalé.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered to him, looking around to see if anyone was in ear shot.
“I’ve come to taste the capitals great brew of course. How did you end up here, that’s the real question? I looked for you all over Carmelle.”
“I needed a change and the Jedi discovered my presence, thanks to you.” I replied.
“Well at least you got what you wanted. It was change, right. Good thing I found you, how about you buy us a drink.”
Rogalé and I talked for many hours; after all he was my friend. He told me of all that had happened in Carmelle. “People are talking about you, Qymean.” He explained. “Its not open talk, it is more like gossip. You were right. Sith are not welcome.”
“I’m always right, Rogalé,” I replied.
“Tell me something Qymean. What do you think of Storm troopers?”
“They are cannon fodder, as good as slaves. Don’t tell me you’ve become one.”
“Well I have, I’m going to Coryscant. I’m just waiting for orders and a ship to pick me up.”
“Just don’t drag me into it along with you. I do not wish to get involved with the Empire and their incompetent plans.”
Time flew by fast as we talked. It was late when we said our goodbyes and parted ways.
I lay down on the floor of the tavern for the night. I continued on the trail of thoughts I had started earlier that afternoon. As I walked I drifted of to sleep.
“Rogalé don’t board that ship!” “Qymean, I know you don’t think this is a bright idea. This is my dream, let me live it.”
There were bombers flying over head as Rogalé shouted something to me that I could not make out due to the noise. Rogalé ran towards the transport ship that was waiting for him to get on. I sensed danger through the force. A spear flew through the air landing in Rogalé’s chest, pining him to the side of the ship.
I woke up with a jolt, sweat pouring down my face. I regained my calm when I realized I was in the same tavern I fell asleep in. The touches on the wall were the only sources of light in the now dark tavern. I saw an attractive girl sitting at the bar. Boss Kass was setting down a drink for the both of them. “That’s strange; we don’t get customers at the time.” I thought to myself. Suddenly I dawned on me, “Pervert, bringing prostitutes in here, human ones at that. Perhaps I disrupt their little party.”
“Qymaen you are awake. Sorry to wake you.”
“That’s alright; I didn’t mean to disrupt your… mating rituals.
“We aren’t mating,” said the girl.
“Oh, yes of course, it looks like you aren’t mating, yet.”
“Qymaen, this is Eloine from Datomier, a close friend of my family.”
At that moment I felt rather awkward. “Forgive me, Eloine, I was mistaken. It’s just that you look whorish… I mean beautiful.” Eloine ignored this comment. “What brings all the way from Datomier, Eloine.
“Pleasure,” she replied in a playfully seductive manner.
I knew she only said this in jest. Therefore I gave a customary chuckle and took a swig of my drink.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place for that.”
Kass tried to stifle a laugh but could not.
“Did I mention that Eloine is human? Perhaps that is good advice for you, Qymaen.” Kass said trying to appear serious. Eloine smiled at Kass’s uncomfortable comment. I started to laugh soon Eloine joined me. Kass was confused.
“What are you two laughing about?” He asked
“Don’t worry Kass we weren’t laughing at you. We were laughing with you.” Eloine assured Kass.
In such a short time we all we talking like old friends. Dawn came faster then we expected. Our early customers streamed into the tavern. I had to get to work. I bid farewell to Eloine and got to my duties. What a Sophisticated Specimen I thought to myself.
I took leave at midday. I wanted to inform of the disturbing dream I had the night before. The least I could do for a friend, or perhaps the most.
“I’ve got my orders at last, Qymaen. I leave to Coryscant in two hours. I must catch my transportation.” It was happening a lot like my dream. I tried to explain to Rogalé but he would not listen. A trading ship picked him up with a few others. There were no bombs or fighting. Perhaps my dream was only one of fear. I walked back to the tavern finally at peace. Knowing my friend was not in imminent danger.
Discovered
“Two years following the New Jedi Order. On Hoth a Sith Lord made his way toward the distant caves where he hoped to find shelter from the harsh winds of the deserted planet. His muscles ached and his ability of the Force was nullified by the extreme cold. He continued onward without…”
“Can’t a Sith and his friend get another drink in this place!” My obviously drunk friend shouted to the bartender.
“Keep your voice down, I do not wish to be caught. You know that there are Jedi on this planet.”
He was not at the point of stopping as he kept calling for more drink. I could not let my presence be known. I quickly got up and left the bar.
Not wanting to look to suspicious I had left my cloak at my place, a quaint room that I had bought. I had won an amount of money gambling. My knowledge of the force gave me an advantage over my competitors.
Not having anything in particular to do for the remainder of the evening. I set out toward my only home still tipsy for the amount of drink I had to consume for my friend Rogalé’s sake. Rogalé was a Herglic, one of the many Herglics who had migrated to Lan Barrell.
Suddenly I sensed a large amount of Force being used behind me but before I could react I was hit by a wave of wind and sand that sent me flying quite a distance. I tried to see who my assailant was but could not due to the large amount of dust in the air. I could faintly see a lightsaber turn on and spin around a few times. Judging by the rather Incompetent use of the lightsaber, I perceived the Jedi to be of considerably low rank. I performed a weak mindtrick and ran towards my residence.
I was in a hurry to leave the city for I knew that the Jedi would not rest till they found me and striped me of my Sith power. I was not in fear of losing my power but in fear of what they would do to my former masters manuscripts witch contained his discoveries and philosophy. I had a great respect for my master and his teachings and could not let priceless Sith histories be destroyed. I took the things that I needed, my cloak and my master’s saber and of course manuscripts.
I left quite quickly but not as quietly as I would have wished. As I turned around the corner, I tripped over a very filthy looking tramp. My hard landing and his frightful shout made a usually loud noise. (As if tripping over tramps was a regular occurrence of daily life.) I ran as fast as I could, not wanting to listen to an hour long lecture about how noise pollution was slowly making plant life on Lan Barrell degrade from a 200 year old fossil. “I hope noise pollution makes him degrade one day.”
I soon disappeared into the silent Lan Barrellian night, escaping from the life I had built for myself in Carmelle.
“Get up!” I woke with a start as something jabbed me sharply in the side.
I’d had fallen asleep on the sidewalk. Not thinking about what had woke me; my thoughts were rather focused on finding out where I was. I scanned the surroundings.
“Hey! You can’t sit around here this is no hotel, pick up your things and get moving!” A rather scrawny New Republic Soldier glared at me with a look of disapproval. The kind you get from your mother-in-law after ten years of marriage. It seemed to me that he took his job a little too seriously.
I got up and walked away paying no attention to him for I did not care to answer him because in a way he was right.
Looking at various hoardings I realized I was in the capital of Lan Barrell, Shulell. I hadn’t travelled far from Carmelle.
Feeling rather hungry, I went to the closest tavern I could find but what good was the tavern without money? It had dawned on me that in my haste I had forgotten to bring me my money bag. I needed money and the obvious option was gambling, the surest way of earning money for a Force user.
After inquiring from some suspicious looking characters, I found a place where some large bets where being put up on a simple dice game. A few wookies had also placed bets on roll number seven. Having confidence on my own ability I carelessly bet my golden thumb ring. The dice rolled, and to my shock and horror, landed on the number seven. The Wookies had won.
During the game I had felt power of the force being used. I knew it had come from the Wookies. The smaller cloaked wookie was the object of my suspicion. I suspected he was the suspect. I had to leave, even though I could have taken on one padawan, I didn’t want to endager the Sith valuables I had in my possession.
Sudden a shifty-eyed Rodian shouted across the hangar, “Cheater! Damn Jedi scum always use their powers to win! Out with ‘em lads”
The Wookies seemed confused as they didn’t understand the Rodian at all. I wonder if even understood the game save the small cloaked Wookie. In an instant a small group of rodians and other angry bet-makers turned on the Wookies with various weapons.
I took the wonderful opportunity that I had to escape from the hangar, not really caring about the outcome. I knew my newly acquainted Jedi friend would take me and present me to the Jedi council.
Somewhat thankful that I had gotten out alive I wandered down the streets pondering on what I could do to make a buck or two.
Perhaps I should become a poet.
Finally I decided to do the conventional thing and get my self a decent job.
The wind echoed through the large caves giving a eerie feeling. “A fine place to start ones training.” The Sith Lord took a deep breath of cold air and coughed out. “You will become a strong Sith.” He whispered to the child in his arms.
Mining ore was not an easy job. Work hours were long and pay was low; especially since the unions were not strong in the Outer Rim planets. Labourers had tough lives.
Thankfully I wasn’t that desperate to take on mining as a profession. Therefore I decided to become a waiter in a tavern. I got my pay, my meals free and slept on the tavern floor. Not as bad as getting some infectious disease and having to live with it your whole life till you get crushed by a large piece of rock.
I showed up early that afternoon to not anger my already angered boss.
“Never, never will I conspire with a Jedi!” screamed Boss Kass. I quickly hid behind the divider, and continued to listen to my boss shout at the now very timid looking wookie.
The wookie had been in the group of gambling wookies I had run into yesterday.
“But we only want to insure the prosperity of your business.”
This I understood because of my long study hours learning the language of the wookies.
“You sound like you’re from the insurance company, boy! Now buy something or leave!”
“I guess I’ll be leaving then.” The wookie said regaining his composure, taking his time as he walked out the door.
Now that is was safe I came out from behind the divider and got to my work. It wasn’t my place to ask what the argument was about so I did not. The day went on as a waiters day should go, cleaning tables and aiding rotund customers.
I had gotten used to living in Shulell. It has been six weeks since I had encountered the wookies. I wiped my brow and sat down on a chair. I just finished sweeping the floor for the fifth time. As I relaxed on my chair my thoughts wandered far away to a distant land, to my homeworld, Kalee. I tried to imagine what my live would be if I had not become a Sith, if I had a normal live. My thoughts where broken by a shout in my ear.
“Hello friend!” It was Rogalé.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered to him, looking around to see if anyone was in ear shot.
“I’ve come to taste the capitals great brew of course. How did you end up here, that’s the real question? I looked for you all over Carmelle.”
“I needed a change and the Jedi discovered my presence, thanks to you.” I replied.
“Well at least you got what you wanted. It was change, right. Good thing I found you, how about you buy us a drink.”
Rogalé and I talked for many hours; after all he was my friend. He told me of all that had happened in Carmelle. “People are talking about you, Qymean.” He explained. “Its not open talk, it is more like gossip. You were right. Sith are not welcome.”
“I’m always right, Rogalé,” I replied.
“Tell me something Qymean. What do you think of Storm troopers?”
“They are cannon fodder, as good as slaves. Don’t tell me you’ve become one.”
“Well I have, I’m going to Coryscant. I’m just waiting for orders and a ship to pick me up.”
“Just don’t drag me into it along with you. I do not wish to get involved with the Empire and their incompetent plans.”
Time flew by fast as we talked. It was late when we said our goodbyes and parted ways.
I lay down on the floor of the tavern for the night. I continued on the trail of thoughts I had started earlier that afternoon. As I walked I drifted of to sleep.
“Rogalé don’t board that ship!” “Qymean, I know you don’t think this is a bright idea. This is my dream, let me live it.”
There were bombers flying over head as Rogalé shouted something to me that I could not make out due to the noise. Rogalé ran towards the transport ship that was waiting for him to get on. I sensed danger through the force. A spear flew through the air landing in Rogalé’s chest, pining him to the side of the ship.
I woke up with a jolt, sweat pouring down my face. I regained my calm when I realized I was in the same tavern I fell asleep in. The touches on the wall were the only sources of light in the now dark tavern. I saw an attractive girl sitting at the bar. Boss Kass was setting down a drink for the both of them. “That’s strange; we don’t get customers at the time.” I thought to myself. Suddenly I dawned on me, “Pervert, bringing prostitutes in here, human ones at that. Perhaps I disrupt their little party.”
“Qymaen you are awake. Sorry to wake you.”
“That’s alright; I didn’t mean to disrupt your… mating rituals.
“We aren’t mating,” said the girl.
“Oh, yes of course, it looks like you aren’t mating, yet.”
“Qymaen, this is Eloine from Datomier, a close friend of my family.”
At that moment I felt rather awkward. “Forgive me, Eloine, I was mistaken. It’s just that you look whorish… I mean beautiful.” Eloine ignored this comment. “What brings all the way from Datomier, Eloine.
“Pleasure,” she replied in a playfully seductive manner.
I knew she only said this in jest. Therefore I gave a customary chuckle and took a swig of my drink.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place for that.”
Kass tried to stifle a laugh but could not.
“Did I mention that Eloine is human? Perhaps that is good advice for you, Qymaen.” Kass said trying to appear serious. Eloine smiled at Kass’s uncomfortable comment. I started to laugh soon Eloine joined me. Kass was confused.
“What are you two laughing about?” He asked
“Don’t worry Kass we weren’t laughing at you. We were laughing with you.” Eloine assured Kass.
In such a short time we all we talking like old friends. Dawn came faster then we expected. Our early customers streamed into the tavern. I had to get to work. I bid farewell to Eloine and got to my duties. What a Sophisticated Specimen I thought to myself.
I took leave at midday. I wanted to inform of the disturbing dream I had the night before. The least I could do for a friend, or perhaps the most.
“I’ve got my orders at last, Qymaen. I leave to Coryscant in two hours. I must catch my transportation.” It was happening a lot like my dream. I tried to explain to Rogalé but he would not listen. A trading ship picked him up with a few others. There were no bombs or fighting. Perhaps my dream was only one of fear. I walked back to the tavern finally at peace. Knowing my friend was not in imminent danger.
I am a Sith
2
More Precious then Nova
As the weeks went by I got to know Eloine quite well almost to well. Well enough to trust her with me secret. That was my first mistake. One I wished never to have made.
One day as we walked the Shulell, The walk was very silent. Very few words where spoken. I decided to tell her the story of my life. So I did. I told her of my master and how I am a Sith. That was all I could start with for I had been a Sith for as long as I can remember.
At the first mention of Sith Eloine became uneasy. Her speech became nervously careful. “You don’t look like a Sith, she explained.
“You know this because you’ve seen many Siths in your life time?”
“No, but they do have an evil reputation. You aren’t like that. Are you?”
“I don’t find myself to be evil.”
“Well, don’t you find the dark side to be evil? They didn’t name it that for nothing. You know this weather is incredibly hot.” She was defiantly trying to change the subject. I decided to drop the subject of contention. At the end of the day Eloine did not give our customary goodbye. I couldn’t think of any reason for her to be distant.
The next few days where filled with work and I had no time to meet with Eloine. After one of those hard days of work I sat down for a drink at the bar. Kass poured me a Risky Rodian, the most popular drink in Shulell, as he put it. It was more the cheapest drink. I slurped it up as fast as I could while motioning for another to be poured.
“Eloine has returned to Datomeir, if that makes you feel any better.” Kass spoke.
“I feel much better now. Thank for informing me.” I replied sarcastically. “When did she leave?”
“She left last night on the Generation Q-3.
“I must go to Datomeir something is pulling me to her.”
“I guess I should relive you of you job now.”
“That would be the sensible thing to do.”
“Good luck on finding her, Qymaen. Datomeir is not a fun place to search for people. Perhaps we shall meet again in some other galaxy.”
It was midday when I finally arrived at the space port, where a ship would take me to Coruscant. There was no direct ship to Datomeir. In fact there wasn’t a ship to Datomeir. I would have had to take a private cruise there from Coruscant. The Ship was the Generation Z-13 the only Generation ship in use on Lan Berrel. The ship was luxurious and spacious. I knew I would enjoy the trip. There was still some time before the ship would leave. Therefore I decided to buy a souvenir. “Perhaps I shall never see this revolting planet again.” I eyed at the various artefacts spread out on the vendor’s mat trying to find something worth buying.
“How much would this be?” I enquired of the vendor.”
“That will cost you, good sir.”
“Cost me what?” I said lifting my hand to grip the scaly vendor who was in the intent of cheating me… or so I thought. The vendor started to find breathing difficult.
“That will cost you your freedom.” Something said behind me. It grabbed my arm, twisted it and pinned me to the ground. “In the name of the New Republic you are under arrest, Sith.” My arm was being twisted so tightly. I knew if I did nothing soon my arm would be pulled of its socket. I pulled out my light saber and severed the creatures arm from its body. I turned around and saw a number of Wookie warriors all prepared for a fight, among them stood the Jedi Wookie. The Wookie who’s hand I just sliced off cried out in pain.
Suddenly he went quiet. In an instant he pulled out his bowcaster and shot me in the leg. He fired his next shot at my head. This I deflected and sent it toward another Wookie. The Jedi pulled out its lightsaber and blocked the shot into the ground.
“We need him alive, Quebacca.” The Jedi Wookie said.
“Never, I shall kill this one.” He said as he charged towards me roaring at the top of his lungs. This was most defiantly the daftest Wookie I’ve encountered in these past few weeks.
I used force push to send him flying toward the wall. This however did not stop him for he fired many bowcaster shots at me. These I deflected at the group of Wookie warriors.
The Jedi tried his best to block the shots but could not. Two Wookies fell. The Wookies now became angry and intense. As for Quebacca he would make a fine Sith, if he had the power of the force infused in him. Quebacca fired a few more shots which had to be deflected.
Suddenly I was electrified in the back by a high powered stun baton. I fell to the floor. All my energy was being drained. I could not hold on to my lightsaber. I felt it fall from my hands and heard its metallic sound as it hit the floor.
I regained conscience only to find myself tied to a stake in a smelly nerf hut. The stun baton could have killed me I was lucky. But the throbbing head ache made me wish I was not as lucky as I was. I could hear loud sounds of the Wookies celebrating and bowcasters going off.
The piece of cloth that hung over the opening in the hut was lifted and the Jedi Wookie stepped in. He stooped down to my level and began his well memorized speech.
“You are to be taken to the Jedi temple in Coruscant You will be presented to the high council and to Grand Master Luke. You will be given two choices. You can choose to be a Jedi and be relieved of your dark powers or you can… die.” After saying all that he left promptly.
As he was leaving he tripped on a large stone and landed on the ground. “Another Jedi bites the dust.” I thought to myself and chuckled. The Wookie noticing my amusement shouted something to the guards. After a minute they walked in with stun batons and promptly electrocuted me.
The sun shone through the trees and cracks of the smallish hut awaking me from an uncomfortable slumber. Two large wookies clad in full lightsaber resistant armour came in grabbed me and threw me out. They set fire to the hut.
Obviously they did it to rid the place of bad spirits. To me they just got rid of the place.
I was thrown into the cargo haul of Lowbacca’s Ship. The ship was headed to Coruscant. My guardians gave this information away easily.
I, my captor and his entourage walked majestically across the temple hall. They were taking me to the high council as Lowbacca so informatively told me.
The place was pyramid in shape, its glow a green colour. The amount of force crystals Luke used on this place was unbelievable. It could just be nova crystals. Either way the Jedis must be excessively rich to own a place like this.
Upon arrival I was force to my knees. The council members eyed me in disgust and suspicion.
Then Grand Master Luke began to speak. “Where is your master? Or are you the master? If so where is your apprentice?
“I have no master. I have no apprentice.” I replied.
“Well then, depending on your choice, we will send you to our academy here on Coruscant. Your Sith merchandise will be destroyed and you will be padawan to Eremė.
More Precious then Nova
As the weeks went by I got to know Eloine quite well almost to well. Well enough to trust her with me secret. That was my first mistake. One I wished never to have made.
One day as we walked the Shulell, The walk was very silent. Very few words where spoken. I decided to tell her the story of my life. So I did. I told her of my master and how I am a Sith. That was all I could start with for I had been a Sith for as long as I can remember.
At the first mention of Sith Eloine became uneasy. Her speech became nervously careful. “You don’t look like a Sith, she explained.
“You know this because you’ve seen many Siths in your life time?”
“No, but they do have an evil reputation. You aren’t like that. Are you?”
“I don’t find myself to be evil.”
“Well, don’t you find the dark side to be evil? They didn’t name it that for nothing. You know this weather is incredibly hot.” She was defiantly trying to change the subject. I decided to drop the subject of contention. At the end of the day Eloine did not give our customary goodbye. I couldn’t think of any reason for her to be distant.
The next few days where filled with work and I had no time to meet with Eloine. After one of those hard days of work I sat down for a drink at the bar. Kass poured me a Risky Rodian, the most popular drink in Shulell, as he put it. It was more the cheapest drink. I slurped it up as fast as I could while motioning for another to be poured.
“Eloine has returned to Datomeir, if that makes you feel any better.” Kass spoke.
“I feel much better now. Thank for informing me.” I replied sarcastically. “When did she leave?”
“She left last night on the Generation Q-3.
“I must go to Datomeir something is pulling me to her.”
“I guess I should relive you of you job now.”
“That would be the sensible thing to do.”
“Good luck on finding her, Qymaen. Datomeir is not a fun place to search for people. Perhaps we shall meet again in some other galaxy.”
It was midday when I finally arrived at the space port, where a ship would take me to Coruscant. There was no direct ship to Datomeir. In fact there wasn’t a ship to Datomeir. I would have had to take a private cruise there from Coruscant. The Ship was the Generation Z-13 the only Generation ship in use on Lan Berrel. The ship was luxurious and spacious. I knew I would enjoy the trip. There was still some time before the ship would leave. Therefore I decided to buy a souvenir. “Perhaps I shall never see this revolting planet again.” I eyed at the various artefacts spread out on the vendor’s mat trying to find something worth buying.
“How much would this be?” I enquired of the vendor.”
“That will cost you, good sir.”
“Cost me what?” I said lifting my hand to grip the scaly vendor who was in the intent of cheating me… or so I thought. The vendor started to find breathing difficult.
“That will cost you your freedom.” Something said behind me. It grabbed my arm, twisted it and pinned me to the ground. “In the name of the New Republic you are under arrest, Sith.” My arm was being twisted so tightly. I knew if I did nothing soon my arm would be pulled of its socket. I pulled out my light saber and severed the creatures arm from its body. I turned around and saw a number of Wookie warriors all prepared for a fight, among them stood the Jedi Wookie. The Wookie who’s hand I just sliced off cried out in pain.
Suddenly he went quiet. In an instant he pulled out his bowcaster and shot me in the leg. He fired his next shot at my head. This I deflected and sent it toward another Wookie. The Jedi pulled out its lightsaber and blocked the shot into the ground.
“We need him alive, Quebacca.” The Jedi Wookie said.
“Never, I shall kill this one.” He said as he charged towards me roaring at the top of his lungs. This was most defiantly the daftest Wookie I’ve encountered in these past few weeks.
I used force push to send him flying toward the wall. This however did not stop him for he fired many bowcaster shots at me. These I deflected at the group of Wookie warriors.
The Jedi tried his best to block the shots but could not. Two Wookies fell. The Wookies now became angry and intense. As for Quebacca he would make a fine Sith, if he had the power of the force infused in him. Quebacca fired a few more shots which had to be deflected.
Suddenly I was electrified in the back by a high powered stun baton. I fell to the floor. All my energy was being drained. I could not hold on to my lightsaber. I felt it fall from my hands and heard its metallic sound as it hit the floor.
I regained conscience only to find myself tied to a stake in a smelly nerf hut. The stun baton could have killed me I was lucky. But the throbbing head ache made me wish I was not as lucky as I was. I could hear loud sounds of the Wookies celebrating and bowcasters going off.
The piece of cloth that hung over the opening in the hut was lifted and the Jedi Wookie stepped in. He stooped down to my level and began his well memorized speech.
“You are to be taken to the Jedi temple in Coruscant You will be presented to the high council and to Grand Master Luke. You will be given two choices. You can choose to be a Jedi and be relieved of your dark powers or you can… die.” After saying all that he left promptly.
As he was leaving he tripped on a large stone and landed on the ground. “Another Jedi bites the dust.” I thought to myself and chuckled. The Wookie noticing my amusement shouted something to the guards. After a minute they walked in with stun batons and promptly electrocuted me.
The sun shone through the trees and cracks of the smallish hut awaking me from an uncomfortable slumber. Two large wookies clad in full lightsaber resistant armour came in grabbed me and threw me out. They set fire to the hut.
Obviously they did it to rid the place of bad spirits. To me they just got rid of the place.
I was thrown into the cargo haul of Lowbacca’s Ship. The ship was headed to Coruscant. My guardians gave this information away easily.
I, my captor and his entourage walked majestically across the temple hall. They were taking me to the high council as Lowbacca so informatively told me.
The place was pyramid in shape, its glow a green colour. The amount of force crystals Luke used on this place was unbelievable. It could just be nova crystals. Either way the Jedis must be excessively rich to own a place like this.
Upon arrival I was force to my knees. The council members eyed me in disgust and suspicion.
Then Grand Master Luke began to speak. “Where is your master? Or are you the master? If so where is your apprentice?
“I have no master. I have no apprentice.” I replied.
“Well then, depending on your choice, we will send you to our academy here on Coruscant. Your Sith merchandise will be destroyed and you will be padawan to Eremė.
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