Saga The Gul'dan Chronicles - Chpt 7 & 8

Author's Note: The first six chapters are part of an older post, but I thought since i haven't posted here in a while, I'd start a new posting for chapters seven through the end. If I am doing this in error, please let me know.

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The walk back to his quarters from the Council chambers was tense. Trevor was not sure how fast the news of his promotion would go through the Temple. He decended the stairs into the main corridor and realized that good news does travel quickly. A small knot of Nexu Clan Jedi, Knights and Padawans alike, were at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at the Order?s newest Knight. Kymber Thomree was amongst them, nudging people to keep the noise down for those that were in study. Kymber turned her blonde head towards the stairs. When she saw Trevor, she grasped Werren Zoff?s arm and began clapping quietly. The rest of her group joined in, pointing up at Trevor. Of the fifteen or so that had gathered, Trevor was glad to see most of his clan in attendance, his family since early on in his life. His first memories of the Jedi Temple were of nineteen other children, thrust together to form bonds of friendship, loyalty and to learn the ways of the Jedi Order. They were mostly human, but the other species of his clan were accepted just as easily. All Jedi initiates were taught that the Force did not see their species, hair color, or anything else that their knowledge would impart upon them. Others gathered at the bottom of the stairs were not unfamiliar, including Kymber, R?We?Nok, Noa, and Dutana. Also in the gathering was Werren Zoff, a male human Jedi Knight who worked out of the Temple in Coruscant. None of these Jedi were assigned off-planet, but secretly Trevor hoped to have a system of his own to protect.

The remaining Jedi?s names came back to Trevor as he walked down the stairs. Dela Kintar was a member of the Med Corps and had been instrumental in treating the slaves from Brentaal. Nal Irenez was a human male who joined the ExploriCorps after failing his tests. However, the friendships made did not stop even if one was not a full-fledged Jedi Knight. Trevor kept in contact with each of those that he could. Jalko, a Mon Calamari, was extremely skilled as a diplomat and was had a great sense of humor. It had been a long time since he?d seen Jalko, but he knew the mission assigned to Jalko and his master were of the diplomatic nature and those lasted longer than most.

The group surrounded Trevor, congratulating him over and over. Trevor was whisked away towards the entrance to the Jedi Temple, heading out the main doors. Shudo Laan stood atop the main stairwell, looking down at the small group of friends. Trevor turned around, and with Kymber also looking back, saw Shudo wave in acceptance of the impromptu party. ?There would be time enough for the business of being a Jedi. Let him have some fun,? Shudo thought. ?The rest of his life will be dedicated to the Order.?

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The evening was rather eventful, for a Jedi celebration. No one let Trevor buy a single credit for his celebration. These Jedi spent the night getting rowdy and letting off steam. They all stayed out until the wee hours of the morning. The group dispersed a few hours past midnight, leaving Trevor, Kymber and Noa walking back to the Temple. Noa and Kymber told Trevor some interesting news regarding his new knighthood. When he returned to the Temple, the lock to his room near Shudo would be changed to only allow Shudo and his new padawan, should he take one on. Trevor?s new quarters were already assigned and his belonging, meager though they were, should have already been relocated.

The pair told Trevor his new quarters were located on the northern side of the Temple, nearly opposite of his old quarters near Shudo. Trevor nearly shook with excitement. Seeing as he had spent over thirty years practicing to be a Jedi Knight, now was his time to shine. Kymber and Noa escorted Trevor to his new quart

 

Nice! Looking forward to more. Great character, btw.

 

LukesTheMan : Thank you! I hope to get more people reading this thread, but sometimes, you just have to keep plugging away..

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?Trevor,? Shudo greeted.

?Master Shudo, greetings. I was not expecting you here, Master. I had some questions for the Council and I am glad that you are here.?

Shudo turned his familiar shade of yellow. ?Inquisitive you have always been with new challenges, Trevor. I have something to attend to, so if you will excuse me, I am sure that Master Windu and Jedi Knight Mundi would be glad to assist you.?

?Thank you, Master.? Trevor nodded his head, and moved out of Shudo?s way. The Anx Jedi smirked at Trevor and grasped his former padawan (so strange to think that) on the shoulder in salutation.

?So, Trevor, what can we help you with.? Ki-Adi-Mundi inquired.

?Masters, just some housekeeping items, really. I am presuming that you know my mission.? Both Jedi nodded. ?My question is this: How do I transport the slaves, if I am successful, back to Coruscant??

Mace responded, ?A cautious question and a very observant one, Trevor. All Jedi are given discretionary funds when they are sent on missions based on the experience of each Knight. Since you are a newly designated Knight, you will be given enough to cover basic expenses. This is not an authorization to go on a spending spree. Rather, it allows you to get your mission done with the minimal amount of currency. You will need to be cautious, as you may be swindled out of the credits you are allotted. Whatever remains will be returned to the Temple. Your allotment should be enough to cover the needs of your mission. You should procure transportation as soon as you arrive on Tatooine. It would be best to have this available to you.?

?How long is the trip from Ryloth to Tatooine? Is the Phoenix available??

Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke. ?The Phoenix is not registered to you. Your name is still on it as pilot, but Shudo Laan has been given the use of the Crystal Phoenix for his duration as a Jedi Knight. You have been assigned a Whitecloak fighter. In time, you will be allowed to change ships. Take care of the one you are given.? Trevor winced. He remembered the last time he took a Whitecloak on his own. Unfortunately, it crashed into the side of a mountain on Ilum.

Mace Windu added, ?We understand that the accident on Ilum was not your fault. I believe that you are qualified to fly the Whitecloak. Go down to the hanger and check out your new ship before you leave. Master Oomaal has not given an indication as to when the shipment was to arrive, however I think you leave within the next twenty four hours.?

Trevor nodded. ?Thank you, Masters. That is all I need.?

They bowed to Trevor, and both Jedi wished Trevor well on his mission. Trevor thanked them for the time and turned away. Mace Windu stopped him in his tracks.

?Trevor. Understand something about your mission. The slaves are the most important part. Do not attempt to stop Vizaad Kha on your own. Do not look for trouble. That said, should you need to neutralize Kha, do so quickly. Master Oomaal risked much to get us this info. I am not sure when they will get there. Leave with all possible speed.?

Trevor promised that he would leave soon. Mace took his leave and Trevor turned towards the hanger bay immediately. Moving briskly, he contemplated different plans and events that might happen. Trevor was engrossed in formulating plans and disregarding more when he arrived at the Whitecloak section of the hanger. The Whitecloaks had been stored in orbit to dock with other ships, but recently they were moved inside the Temple for maintenance and storage. The Council needed to change their habits every so often, so the Whitecloaks were stored here in the upper sections of the Temple. Trevor checked the status board and noticed that his name was assigned to Whitecloak fighter number 17. A technician was standing near docking station thirty-five,

 

Author's note: Trying to get more interest in this story, so trying to post a little more often.. Three times a week should be enough, I think.

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The Whitecloak was cleared of the Temple by the time Trevor gave the command to take off. He watched the gauges and compass headings to get a better idea of piloting skills. E5 maneuvered through the crowded lanes of traffic directly to the hyperspace jump points in orbit. Coruscant Traffic Control gave Trevor priority through the atmosphere, and that cause some consternation amongst those visiting the planet. Senators and Jedi were usually give preferential and courteous priorities, respectively, when it came to the traffic patterns.

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Trevor gave himself a couple of hours to go over his plans. He wrote it down and erased certain items, modified a couple more, and realized that he had his plan ready enough that he could adjust it if necessary. He then stored his datapad and got himself comfortable. Now that he had all of the plans in place, he instructed E5 to wake Trevor if there was a problem with the trip, and Trevor began the Jedi Trance, to pass the next six days more quickly.

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Nearly five and a half days later, Whitecloak 17 came out of hyperspace into Tatooine space. E5 had awoken Trevor ten minutes earlier to prepare him for the transition to normal space. Tatooine?s binary suns shown off to the starboard side, and slightly behind him, so he was not blinded immediately. Tatootine was an extremely hot planet which got it?s water from the moisture farmers that lived on the outskirts of the habitable regions of the planet and from the ice ring of it?s sister planet. The dual moons shown near the horizon of the planet, causing Trevor to smile as he worked the controls down to the planet. He?d wanted to talk to Anakin Skywalker before departing on his mission, but the young boy was off with his new Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, known through the Temple as the one who defeated a Sith. It was obvious that Tatooine was a pretty planet, but the surface would be very dangerous.

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Trevor navigated the Whitecloak down through the atmosphere towards Mos Espa. The shipment was supposed to be headed towards Gardulla the Hutt, and it made sense from his information that Gardulla was to be in Mos Espa this time of year. Trevor navigated towards the city, looking for specifically the type of freighter that could be retrofitted for a slave transport. Nothing stood out on his approach towards Mos Espa, but he did not expect to find it right away. Slave trade, no matter where they were transported to, even a Hutt world, would not be made public. Trevor circled the city once, hoping to catch a glimpse of a particular type of freighter; the Barloz-class freighter. Mos Espa had a number of docking bays, and Trevor found one that was open, near the north end of town. It was fairly close to Gardulla?s castle. Even though it might be rather obvious, keep it close for a quick escape.

Trevor guided his ship down to Docking Bay Seven. The canopy opened, and Trevor glanced around. No one was attempting to refuel or service his ship. He turned to E5.

?I need you to keep your sensors open for a Barloz freighter by the name of Green Harvest.? Trevor had guessed the actual name of the freighter, but figured Green Harvest would be enough.

?Should I keep a look out for any others?? A screen in the Whitecloak showed Trevor what E5?s whistles and beeps meant in Basic. ?Transponder codes can be changed.?

?Yes, that would be a good idea.?

?Shall I contact you on your comlink??

?Certainly. Oh, and keep an eye out for anyone servicing the ship.?

?Scanning now. I?ll keep the ship locked down.?

Trevor finished climbing out of the ship, straightened his robes, and left the hanger bay directly. He could hear the canopy closing and smiled to himself. Trevor walked out onto the main street, and turned left from the hanger bay. The crowds were not

 

Great updates! Nice job with your OC!

 

LukesDaMan: Thanks for the compliment. I've had a good time writing this story, so I'm looking forward to a bit of a break... I've got some friends reading the whole story offline, so most of the 'edits' I've been making are have not yet made the boards...

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?Ok, let me see if we understand the bargain. Twelve hundred credits. Half now, half upon delivery. And you can have your ship ready with a ten minute window.?

The Quarren raised his hand. ?With the understanding that the price might go up should I find that the ?cargo?, whatever it is, is more than would be reasonably manageable.?

Trevor nodded his acceptance of the addendum. ?More than fair.?

?My name is Greck, and you can reach me here at this ?fine? establishment.?

?Well met, Greck.?

The pair shook hands, and processed the monetary transaction in a few minutes. They also exchanged comlink frequencies, and Trevor left to walk around town one more time before turning in for the night. It had been a busy day, and Trevor wanted to get an early start. He finally found a fairly inexpensive place near his landing platform. The cashier took his money and gave him six woopi-woopi as change. Trevor nodded his thanks, headed to his room and bedded down for the evening. The actual room was Spartan even for Jedi standards, but Trevor was not interested in room décor; he continued to concentrate on the task at hand. He cleaned up, and laid down on the bed. Thought of his mission floated through his mind, but sleep eventually overcame him.

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Trevor awoke the next morning to find the suns shining directly on his face. The double-sunrise gave Trevor a bit of a start and he looked at it for a few minutes. He shook himself out of his reverire and gathered his equipment. E5 had not contacted him during the night, so all was well with the ship. He walked to a local restaurant for his morning meal. He listened to the patrons for nearly forty-five standard minutes, but to no avail. Trevor shook his head as he paid for his bill, and continued to walk around town, continuing to listen for any information on any freighter. He continued for nearly ninety minutes listening to different conversations with no success.

Trevor thought to himself, ?There is so much random noise out here. Even if people are going to be talking about this guy showing up ? of course he?s going to be low profile so people probably won?t talk about him, but even IF they do?How am I going to happen to be there when they are talking about him??

Trevor was walking by a scruffy human and a Trendosian when he heard the human say, ?Really? And where did you say that was??

The Trendosain replied, ?Somewhere far out there. More than half way to Mos Eisley from here.

?Who did you hear this from??

?Garst was talking about it. He said he saw the ship coming down, even thought that it might have been one of Jabba?s. It just opened fire on the thing. Just went down, out in the Jundland Wastes.?

?What kind was it??

?Barloz, as usual. So, you never know. I mean people are crossing that Hutt all the time and they never learn. They just wind up getting wasted every time.?

?Any survivors??

?I doubt it, but you never know. It might have just winged ?em. Haven?t showed up over here. I guess that?s where it was headed, before Jabba?s ship chased it off course.?

Trevor doubled back towards the table. The pair was sitting in another common outdoor café. A food vendor had his cart just outside of the shade area. They were standing at a bar near the back. Trevor headed over there.

The Trendosian continued. ?They probably had escape pods and stuff. But even if there were, by now the sandpeople would have gotten to ?em.?

The scruffy human?s eyes lit up. ?What about wreckage? We might be able to find something to sell out there.?

Shaking his head, the Trendosian replied, ?Jawas would have gotten to it first. Or if they were really lucky, a krait dragon.? Trevor walked up to

 

Once out of eyesight of Mos Espa, the Jedi turned his ship towards Mos Eisley. The ship and any wreckage would be easy to spot, so he instructed E5 to keep an eye out. Five minutes later, E5 detected signs of a crash, displaying the coordinates of the crash site. Trevor adjusted his heading in that direction and kept his vision ahead of him, searching as well. A few moments later, Trevor was flying over rugged, rocky area of the Jundland Waste when he spotted a fresh gouge in the plateau. Pieces of metal could be seen on the side of the plateau. Trevor slowed down, hovering above the site, when E5 diverted his attention. He could now see the crash site in better detail. The ship had caromed off the plateau and headed into a large ravine. The crashing of the ship had broken off smaller parts of the ship, scattering them all over the place. The rest of the ship was at the far end, crumpled and definitely unable to fly again. The main body area was still intact, enough to allow survivors to exist.

Trevor asked E5 to scan for other ships in the area, and got a negative response. He landed the ship, giving E5 instructions to keep the engines fired up for an immediate takeoff. Trevor climbed out and walked over to the wreckage. He listened for any signs of life, and could only hear the wind through the peaks. Trevor kept his hands inside his cloak, in case he needed to duck down for some reason. Trevor stopped halfway to the ship, and looked at the ground, finding more pieces of the ship all over the place. There were a large number of footprints where Trevor was currently standing. Trevor tried to figure out where the tracks went, and was rewarded with a glint of metal on the side of the ravine. Trevor nodded to himself, glad to know that there were some survivors. He continued to walk toward the ship, hoping against hope that there was a survivor here that would communicate with him.

Trevor got to the edge of the ship and slipped his lightsaber off his belt into his hand. He adjusted his sleeves to extend past his hands, hiding the weapon from view. He concentrated on moving his vision into the freighter. The first thing Trevor saw was an open cargo bay. What really caught his attention was the reconfiguration of the area with partitions. As he was looking at the storage area, Trevor heard a shuffling sound from within the freighter. Trevor readjusted his vision to follow the sound. He moved through a couple of storage areas and was able to find nutrient paste, water, water tanks, and all the paraphernalia of a slave ship; stun collars, binders, and vibropoles. Trevor moved into a third room and saw two figures standing with their backs to the door. The two figures wore sandy brown robes and both were holding some strange looking polearms with pointed ends. Their heads completed wrapped with bandages. Eyeholes and breath masks could be seen as very small holes in the coverings. Trevor could hear the gruntings of the two from the entrance point. They did not seem to realize that he was there, so he decided to walk in. Unsure what they were, Trevor?s curiosity pushed him forward towards that storage room. Trevor walked slowly down the hall, keeping his vision on the two figures. As he walked down towards them, the two continued to argue about who would carry what. Suddenly, one of them lifted his head, grabbing his weapon and turned quickly around. He headed right out the door, and swung his weapon at Trevor.

Luckily for Trevor, he was able to move his head back to avoid the metal head of that club. The wind pushed Trevor?s blindfold against his face. The loud metal CLANK of the club head against the bulkhead door caused Trevor to realize that this is a BIG metal club. Very solid, and these two were very strong. Trevor ignited his blade immediately and swung quickly, striking the creature?s shoulders. The other now moved into range and swung at Trevor. Trevor threw himself backwards to avoid the attack. The first tried to jump in, but Trevor was able to anticipate the

 

The top of the ravine was mostly rock, and tracks were impossible to find. Trevor searched for nearly fifteen minutes but was unable to make sense of the terrain. He backtracked down the ravine, climbed in and asked E5 to make more sensor sweeps. Taking off from the bottom of the ravine, Trevor hovered nearly fifty meters above the ground for a moment, got his bearings for Mos Eisley, and asked E5 if he had anything on the sensors. E5 got an immediate reading from the sensors of two large life form readings in a canyon just over three hundred meters away. Trevor flew towards the figures, and hovered the craft just above an outcropping a few moments later. It was far enough away to land the craft so as not to alert the slavers, but yet near enough so that they are not going to get too far.

Trevor thought about approaching directly, but it seemed that if there was another ship in the area, it would shoot Trevor down without any thought. Trevor directed E5 towards a plateau about two hundred meters away from the signals. He decided to approach on foot, as it made more sense. He hurried along, quieting down as he neared a ledge. He slowed down enough to walk. He did not pay any attention to the landscape, which was a mistake that caused the ledge he was on to break away. Trevor suddenly found himself on a flat piece of rock hurling down the cliff face. He was concentrating so hard on staying on his feet that he never saw another rock sticking up out of the ground. Trevor?s landslide caught it, sending him sprawling into the ground. Trevor?s vision caught a glimpse of something large and hairy on his right side running away from him.

The ground continued to tremble as Trevor readjusted his sight as he lifted his torso off the ground. The massive pile of fur was much faster than it looked. Trevor heard more footsteps coming from his left, and was completely surprised by another hairy ?space cow?, this with long rolling tusks and lumbering feet. Trevor started to roll to his right, but the legs of the Bantha caught him mid-roll, and pushed him forward a few meters. Trevor rolled a little more, and was able to move out of the way of the large beast. Trevor?s chest felt like it had just been shut between an airlock bulkhead and space. He curled into a fetal position trying to catch his breath. Grabbing his comlink, he tried to contact E5.

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Inside the ship, E5 was continuously scanning Trevor?s lifesigns. The other two signs seemed to be motionless. No idea why he wanted to go chasing ghosts, but humanoids were certainly strange. Suddenly, E5 noticed Trevor?s lifeform falling down a hill. The screech that emitted from E5?s vocal units was nothing compared to the hail of noise coming as Trevor?s life sign and the other large one merged. Without being notified, E5 pushed the throttles forward toward the ravine.

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Trevor had barely uttered ?E5? when the whine of the Whitecloak engines could be heard. Trevor pushed himself up onto his hands and feet. The engines whimpered down, and Trevor slowly stood up, walked over to the ship. He climbed in, and shook his head. Gathering his breathe in slowly, Trevor asked E5 to get the ship moving towards Mos Eisley. The pain was subsiding and Trevor checked himself out. Nothing was broken, and that was a very good thing. Trevor closed his eyes, and upon using a Jedi technique of self-healing, felt better after a few seconds.

E5 communicated to Trevor, ?Do you want me to continue searching??

Trevor nodded, ?Yes, please.?

?Would you like to have me eliminate that type of life form from my readings??

Trevor smiled, ?Yes, definitely.?

Trevor spent the next few minutes in a healing trance. Once he was done with the ritual, he opened his eyes, and decided that moving in a spiral pattern would be the best search tactic. Knowing that this would take a while, Trevor sat back and kept his vision open, hoping nothing else would happen.

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After a half hour search, E5 finally picked up a life form reading in the direction that

 

Author's note: Well we are nearing the end of this chapter. Soon, very soon, more I shall have....
This is a bit longer, but I thought I'd end the chapter with this post...
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He reached the far end of the tunnel and look down, instead of up. Instead of the tunnel being blocked as he original thought, he realized that this was a carcass of a similar creature to the one digging in the other tunnel. The hard-shelled back covered the entire body, included the claws which made up the base of the angular legs. The claws each has small digits on the end, causing Trevor to shudder slightly. ?I would not want to meet this creature.? He promised himself that he would research the type of creature at a later date. The creature did have a soft underbelly, which he could see, but not investigate further. He moved down toward the head where a large crest seemed to extend out from the neck, protecting the head. More blaster marks were here on the wall.

?Gave them a run for their money, didn?t you??
Trevor noticed that embedded under the crest was some sort of device. Reached out with Force and pulled device from the neck. It was very well stuck in there, but did finally come loose. The device flew across the room into Trevor?s hand. The smell was a bit disconcerting. It seemed to be a small transmitter / receiver, designed to stimulate the nervous system. Trevor guessed that this device might be used to drive a creature mad. Trevor continued to hear the sounds of the other creature in the upper tunnel. ?The other one might have one inside. Someone did not want these slavers to be alive at the end of the day. Who ever it is, they are pretty pissed off.?

Trevor turned his face up, and sent his vision towards the other creature. He walked up the tunnel towards the intersection. His vision showed the other creature continuing to pound on the opening at the other end. He tried to watch the neck to see if another device was lodged into its neck. Due to his concentration of the creature, Trevor never saw the rock that connected with his foot. The sudden shifting behind it caused the creature to stop trying to get into the next room. It turned in on itself, reversing its position with relative ease. Trevor?s jaw dropped when he saw this thing turn around as if it was on a fulcrum.

It moved down the corridor, trying to find the source of the sound. Trevor realized that he was right in the middle of the corridor. Trevor looked quickly at the cavern and finally noticed that there was a small alcove directly above him. Trevor pulled the Force within him, and jumped straight up towards the alcove. He easily jumped the twenty meters into the alcove. He climbed up into the alcove, just barely above the opening.

The creature cleared the upper tunnel and walked into the intersection. It jabbed its claws into every nook and corner of the tunnel, trying to find where the sound came from. Trevor moved his vision above the creature to be able to get a better view of the device. He reached out and tried to grab it with the Force again. But this time, a different reaction came about. The creature suddenly went into frenzy, lashing out with its claws all over the tunnel. A claw nearly clipped his hiding space. He reached out one more time, this time pulling the device free from the creature. The frenzy continued for a few seconds more. Trevor was able to watch the creature slow down, and eventually head out of the cave. He could hear it as it neared the entrance, but then it disappeared.

He loosened his grip on his hiding area, gathering the Force to safely bring him back down to the ground. Trevor looked at the electrostatic spinal agitators, placed both into his utility belt, and then looked around the tunnel. A muffled voice wafted its way down to him. The echoes were definitely giving him a hard time in distinguishing where the voices were coming from. One moment they were coming from up the tunnel, the next they seemed to be coming from

 

Author's Note: I have not posted in a while but I'd like to get some feedback on this story. I hope it doesn't die like some OC stories I've seen... So I will continue to add to this at my own convenience, unless my audience pesters me into fulfilling my destiny..

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The evening bustle in the main road barely reached the back corner of the alley. Two older males, one human and the other with the distinctive shape of a Rodian head, could be heard causing enough snoring noise to wake the dead. The large figure walked down the alley, turning one way and then another, giving the impression of a choice to be made. Suddenly a red shaft of light emerged from the left arm. It impaled the human directly between its eyes, severing the connection from the brain to the rest of the body. The blade extended beyond the head into the duracrete building. The Rodian shifted slightly and blinked its eyes. The blood-red eyes turned onto the Rodian, startling it backwards into a second duracrete wall. The wall held him still as the red blade swiftly sliced the air and connected, leaving a second body opposite the first. The column of light retreated into a metallic cylinder. The figure turned, walked deeper into the alley and disappeared into the night.

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The morning sun shown into the interior of the Jedi Temple with natural warmth and light. Traffic patterns could be seen filling up with cargo ships and skycabs as the morning light drifted through the blinds on Trevor?s window. Gone was the skull cap, replaced with a very brightly colored blindfold. Trevor had been working on this new covering for some time, and felt that, as a Jedi, he would need to keep his face as unrecognizable as possible. Working with the instruments gathered from the Jedi storage rooms gave Trevor a few moments of peace each day. The recent week since returning from Tatooine had given him some time to work on smaller projects, while trying to commune with the Force. There was something within Trevor that felt nearly at home here, but there was also a feeling of change. He decided that working on a new covering would allow him time to meditate and let the Force communicate with him. It also gave him time to compose notes to people he had met over the last few months.

In the days since returning from Tatooine, he had sent messages to the people that he had already met, just keeping in touch to see how much their lives had changed since he had been a very large part of their life for an extremely short time. Hearing from the people he had met would be a rather interesting pastime, as well as a way to keep up contacts across the galaxy, even from informal sources.

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The music from the cantina was certainly loud and the cacophony from inside could be heard through the quarter. The human male led his companion towards the refreshers. Keeping in time with the music the two danced their way toward the back. Unaware of directions, the two walked directly into the back alleyway. The pair laughed heartily at their mistake. Suddenly a red shaft of light could be seen directly behind them. The male was taken completely by surprise. He releases his blaster pistol and shot straight ahead, remarkable based on his intoxication levels. The shot however moved unhindered directly into the wall. The red shaft sliced quickly downward, cutting the man in two. The female turned quickly and fled the scene. She never left the alleyway.

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The drunk was finishing up the third bottle when a noise startled him into near sobriety. The tall figure with red eyes stood in the middle of the alley, keeping him from getting past. The drunk said a few hazy words, but the figure did not respond immediately. A red shaft of light extended from its left arm, and proceeded menacingly, approaching him without regard for personal safety. The drunk, now thoroughly frightened, was even more terrified when laser fire interrupted the sequence yet again. The figure turned its attention towards

 

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