Title: WHISPERS THROUGH TIME (A Star Wars Anthology) Author(s): Sean Mason Timeframe: Throughout the saga Genre: Drabbles (Various genres) Summary: A weapon of immeasurable power intersects with many lives as whispers of evil echo for millennia... 1. IMPERIAL PROTOCOL (ADAMANT) Field Report: Deck Officer Varis Wallun Assigned: Imperial Dreadnought Adamant, Patrol Route Sector Alpha-Alpha-Zeta Log Code: AD-111187-R-73 I’ll be damned if I take the fall for this. I follow orders, always have, and I know better to question a superior officer. But Captain Greaves was wrong today and it was his blindness to his error that lead to that ship getting away. I repeatedly tried to inform him that there was something questionable about that ships ID. He refused to listen. If it hadn’t been for the arrival of Lord Vader’s vessel I suspect the Captain would never have opened fire on them. I recommend ISB investigate Captain Greaves on suspicion of corruption. 2. SMUGGLERS CODE (ABIDE) They were flexible sure, but Han abided by his own rules. Rule one: Han was true to his word so long as you were, and if you weren’t? Well you’d better be quick on the draw. Beckett had taught him that much. “You owe me Solo…” said Zayr, a long, sharp finger pointed at the Correlian. “Show me the merchandise.” “Way I see it, you owe me,” Han replied. “Those phoney IDs were no good.” “Good enough for the local patrols.” “Maybe. But not a Star Destroyer. They seemed real interested in this merchandise. That makes me real nervous. Figure maybe it’s worth double what you paid.” “You should be more concerned about getting out of here alive,” Zayr raised his other hand, beckoning his bodyguards out of the shadows. Two Karkardons, heavily armed and even more heavily armoured. Han smiled lopsidedly and reminded himself of rule two: Quit while you’re ahead. 3. BEYOND THE WILDS (AFIELD) Aphra was in love. The artefact radiated power. Credit signs flashed in her eyes. “So… Is it genuine?” Zayr’s patience ran as thin as his hair. “Uh-huh, yep,” Aphra nodded enthusiastically. The medallion was forged from pure Yrllium, an ore that had only been found in the nebulae of wild space, worth a small planet on its own. Within the medallion a crimson Khyber crystal carved in the emblem of the ancient Sith. Zayr’s smile irked Aphra. An artefact like this did not belong in the grubby paw of some two-bit backwater gangster. As far as she was concerned, stealing it was the right thing to do. 4. THE SHORT RISE AND VERY LONG FALL OF ZAYR LONGCLAW (AGHAST) Zayr watched the twin suns rise. The Jorath medallion was meant to have made him the most powerful being in the outer rim. Instead, the woman Aphra had made him a laughing stock. Jabba’s laugh echoed from his sailbarge, his booming exhalations met by the shrill laugh of that wretched Salacious Crumb. Below, the sarlaac chomped its beak, seeming to join in the laughter. The roar of mockery quietened as Jabba’s latest translator droid spoke, “Let this be a lesson to all who stand against the mighty Jabba…” The medallion should have worked, Jabba should have been under his Zayr’s sway. Lust for power had overcome his judgement. With hindsight, he should have tested it before going straight to the Hutt. It was a bitter thought, but as Jabba’s translator promised, he would have a thousand years to digest it… 5. THE WORD OF EVIL - Excerpt from the Ancient Jedi Texts (AFORETIME) Translators Note: Mistress Rey, thank the maker such a terrible weapon no longer exists. Does it? I, Davik P’Rul, am the last of the Jedi sent by the Republic to investigate the dark planet. We were met by forces of immeasurable brutality, far worse than we feared. The weapon, powered by Jorath’s medallion, saps beings of their will. It corrupts the force, commanding the midichlorians that reside within all living beings. It makes traitors of allies, enemies of brothers. I had no choice but to scour the planet in a cleansing fire. It is with shame that I confess, to do so I had to draw on the power of the dark side. Victory perhaps, but at what cost? Worse still, I fear Jorath escaped and so I am resolved to my path. I abdicate my seat on the high council of the Jedi. Into the unknown I shall go for Jorath will die at my hand, this I swear. May the force be with you, for I fear it is no longer with me.