When there's something strange in your neighborhood, who ya gonna call? Jedi Knights! Even when they are not happy about it. Strange doings on the cemetery moon of Necropolis lead to an investigation by Rendell Trett, a very average Jedi Master and his slightly Mary Sueish Padawan, Arwen-dai Istarri. Just in time for Halloween, it's: Title: The Curse of the Jedi's Tomb Era: Before the Saga, Jedi Apprentice Era Characters: Mostly OCs, though Yoda & Mace Windu have a cameo. And a bad guy who might seem familiar. Genre: humor, drama, adventure, ghost story This is a repost of something I put up when I first came to the boards, BEFORE Attack of the Clones came out, so you will see discrepancies. All the “Jedi may not know love” stuff didn’t exist yet. But I do love a good ghost story, and the title was too much fun not to use. I lost most of my old stories when my computer died back in 2005. And the backups were on floppy disks, which my new computer doesn’t have a port for. Thanks to the genius of Kahara, two have been retrieved. She had saved them, somehow, in full, and was kind enough to make sure I could get copies. So I can repost them. So, happy October and enjoy a blast from the past! * * * Tonkata was the capital city of Saffrilla. It was similar to Coruscant, with tall, shining buildings, sprawling formal green parks and attractive neighborhoods of single-family homes. The weather was warm and sunny. Arwen-dai Istarri looked up into the pale green sky, admiring the two moons hanging there. The shuttle pilot expertly guided the small craft to a landing pad. The Viceroy, Myllivinnan Otto, had sent it to the cruise ship, so that they could avoid the crush of tourists at the spaceport. Rendell Trett would have preferred to get a feel for the planet by coming in the usual way -"The mission begins with the first footstep," he'd said- but he accepted the ride. Now he looked out the viewscreen and groaned. "Put your hood up," he ordered. "Why, what is it?" asked Arwen, flipping the soft beige fabric over her head. "Groupies." "What's a groupie?" Security guards, both droid and humanoid, guarded a barrier. Behind it, hundreds of beings reached towards them, calling and pleading. Some held up signs, others held out knick-knacks or crystals. A few held out small children. Several seemed to be dressed in odd copies of the traditional Jedi robes. Many aimed holocams in their direction. Arwen angled her head, shielding her face in the deep cowl, understanding now. Jedi had few material possessions, nothing of monetary value, but they treasured their privacy. A large cam mounted on a remote swooped towards her, and she turned her head to avoid the lens. It looked like a professional holovidcam. She could hear some questions shouted from a group clustered to one side. "Have you come to investigate the sightings?" "How do you feel about the sale of--?" "What is the Jedi position on--?" "Does the Jedi Council plan to sue--?" "What about the prophecy that the Sith--?" Trett ignored them all and headed across the landing pad to bow to the rotund, sweating man who stood there. "Viceroy Otto, I am Rendell Trett of the Jedi Order. This is my Padawan-learner, Arwen-dai Istarri. We were told that you requested a Guardian of the Peace." "Yes, indeed! Thank you for coming, Master Trett. My speeder is here, I'll explain on the way to the Chancery." Once settled in the Viceroy's landspeeder, they were free to put their hoods back. Arwen looked through the dark-tinted windows at the city as they sped by. It seemed peaceful and prosperous, a good deal cleaner than most places she'd seen. The many small shops and cafes were open, and doing a thriving business. "I'm sorry about the reception," said Otto. "We haven't had Jedi here on Saffrilla in centuries. I'm afraid they're all very excited." "The Core worlds tend to be stable and peaceful," agreed Trett. "We're usually not needed here. I have heard something of the mission, but I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you expect us to do here." "There are six moons orbiting Saffrilla," explained Otto. "Three of them have served as repositories for our dead since the beginning of our recorded history, Necropolis, Necropolitana, and Necrolia. The tombs of Necropolis are the oldest, extremely elaborate, works of art, really. They have always been places of pilgrimage for mourners, and a curiosity for off-world visitors. But things have been quiet. Until that woman wrote that damned book!" He shifted uneasily, glancing at Arwen and mopping at his brow with a large green handkerchief. "Uh, excuse me." The speeder slowed as they entered the courtyard of the Chancery, an enormous complex with polished bronze pillars, and walls of pure white stone, inlaid with mosaic patterns in geometric designs. As they left the speeder and headed up the ramp into the Chancery, Otto continued, "There have always been stories of ghosts and hauntings connected with Necropolis and the other moons, of course, just local folklore, the usual sort of thing. No one took it seriously. But two years ago, an off-world author turned one of the stories into a novel, marketing it as a true story of an actual haunting. It was turned into an award-winning holovid last year, and since then we've been over-run by tourists, freaks, treasure-hunters and so-called paranormal investigators. Frankly, the whole thing is completely out of hand!" He stopped in the center of a magnificent domed reception room. "I want you to prove that there is no ghost," he said. "Find some rational explanation for the hauntings. If the Jedi say there's nothing there, half these nutcases will go away." Trett looked thoughtful. "What are the circumstances of the haunting?" he said. "There must be something the author based the book on." The Viceroy squirmed. "Well...the rumor is that the ghost...the ghost is a Jedi Master." Arwen and Trett stared at each other. Trett looked at the Viceroy sternly. "We are taught that there are no such things as ghosts," he said. "We are taught that when we die, the energy that is our essence goes to join the greater Universal Force. We don't hang around moaning and scaring people." "If you can only convince them of that, Master Trett, you will have my gratitude! Those kooks think that a Jedi Knight is roaming around guarding some mysterious Jedi treasure, and that he has healing powers that will solve all their problems." Arwen looked at her master. That frown was going to become permanent soon. She could understand why. If they weren't careful how they handled this, it could become a public relations disaster for the Order. The Viceroy mopped his brow again with the soggy scrap of silk. "Vandalism of the tombs has increased by 85% since the holovid, with everyone looking for treasure, or leaving offerings." "We will do what we can," Trett promised. "You're both welcome to stay here as long as necessary. I've had quarters prepared for you in the Guest wing. My staff has been instructed to fulfill any request." He beckoned to a nearby aide. "Thank you, Viceroy," said Trett, bowing again. "We will keep you updated on our progress."