Sunday, July 29, 2007

The Newest Hope: Part 4 (Sapphire)

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“Magna Guard staff.” I responded, “Those things are hard to come by. I had to kill a couple of them to find one that worked after they stopped working. I even had to repair that one.”

“Cool!” She exclaimed as she picked it up and played with it.

It was nice to watch her play, she reminded me so much of myself, I was scared for her. She played about the room, swinging and twirling. After some time of working out, she stopped quite suddenly, and she said, “I never did like using double ended weapons very much.” She said.

“Well, I am a dual-wield saber specialist. In my time, a sith known as Darth Maul was a double ended saber specialist… I’ve seen so many fighting styles, its not even funny. There are more rooms, if you are interested, but I understand why this room attracts you so.”

I took a deep breath, and brushed my lekkus back, throwing them into the air, allowing them to land behind me.

“Darth Maul,” she said, “Oh yeah, he’s the sith that killed Old Ben’s master, wasn’t he? Well to each their own, I suppose.” She stepped away, heading towards the doors, “This room is nice, but I’m sure the others are just as interesting, lead on good jedi,” she laughed.

The next rooms were not as fun, that’s for sure. The next room I lead her to was my own. It was simple, with several pictures on the dresser. I looked at them… I wasn’t… I wasn’t sure I wanted her to see the pictures…

When she entered the room, she immediately shrunk in on herself from the emotion in the room. She tried not to look, knowing I didn’t want her to, but when her eyes fell on my mother’s picture, she stared at her. “That’s your mother, isn’t it? She is stunning. Was she… did she ever dance?”

I sighed, not out of annoyance, but because I was uncomfortable, and I didn’t know any other way to show it, “She was a slave-dancer. My father bought her. My father fell in love with her. She died giving birth to me.” I tried making it sound so simple, but with her, my life would have been so much easier, I love my mother, even though I can’t remember her.

“This really isn’t about me or my mother though, is it?” I asked with experience guiding my question.

She shook her head, then she spoke.

“No. It’s like I said before, there’s a bit of a situation up at the Templethat I think you could help us with.”
She stepped out off my room into the hall, taking charge, just like I do. “I rescued a twi’lek from Tarken the Hutt. I don’t know why, she just seemed to call out to me and I could feel that she was Force sensitive. Her name is Hera and she seemed to be happy in the Temple. She’s good with the Force for only being trained for a few months and I thought everything was going great. But then I went away for a few weeks to train with the Rouges and I had…not a vision of sorts but more of a few of what washappening at that time thing, to Jacen. My twin. He was being attacked but I couldn’t see whom by and when I got back I discovered that it was Hera. I’m the only person that she will let near her and she can only have females in the room with her. She freaks out if there are any men in the same room as her. We don’t know what to do with her. We guess that she might me more trusting of a twi’lek but the only other Jedi twi’lek that we have is in the outer rim and anyway, he’s male.” She sighed heavily, “I don’t know what to do. No one does.”

I placed my hand on my hip, and I looked at her, “Am I to kill her then?”

-Temporary End Transmission


Blogger Skywalker said...

Magna Guard staff. I hate those things!

11:55 PM  
Blogger Dark Jedi Kriss said...

Kill her???

12:00 AM  
Blogger Jean-Luc Picard said...

Leuba, you're a tough woman.

2:25 PM  
Blogger Jaina Solo said...

Kriss, my thoughts too!

4:20 PM  

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