STAR WARS: NEW SITH ORDER
MANY YEARS AFTER THE PHYRRIC VICTORY OF THE RESISTENCE. THE GALACTIC REPUBLIC HAS BEEN REBUILT, BIGGER, BETTER, AND STRONGER. A RELATIVE PEACE HAS BEEN SPREAD THROUGHOUT THE GALAXY AS THE REPUBLIC ENFORCES ORDER. BUT NOT ALL IN THE UNIVERSE IS WELL...
A NEW SHADOWY AND ILLUSIVE ENEMY HAS ARISEN, DOGMA. COMPRISED OF SURVIVING STORMTROOPERS, BOUNTY HUNTERS, POWS, CRIMINALS, ORPHANS, AND ACOLYTES OF THE DARK SIDE. THE REPUBLIC AND DOGMA HAVE ENTERED A STRUGGLE FOR POWER.
THE REFORMED JEDI ORDER SEEK TO COMBAT THIS THREAT WITH NEW JEDI. ACROSS THE GALAXY FORCE SENSITIVE CHILDREN APPEAR, GAINING INTEREST ON BOTH SIDES. THE SHADOW ORGANIZATION DOGMA ALSO HAVE POWERFUL WEAPON IN THE WORKS, SOMETHING THAT BLURS THE LINES BETWEEN SCIENCE AND SINISTER FORCE MAGIC.
Tatooine
He was glad to leave Tatooine, it was a dull and dry wasteland. He was glad to leave the desert planet in search of better things. He listened to stories of great valor and sacrifice, to say the least he was motivated by the veteran's tales. So when a New Repiblic recruiting officers appeared in the Mos Eisly space bar he practically begged them to recruit him. And luckily out of their kind hearts they reserved a spot for him on the U-wing transport ship. A week later, he was leaving with the other recruits from Tatooine going to Yavin-IV where the New Repiblic trains new recruits and even Jedi. As far as he knew, he was no Jedi and he was pretty glad about that. But there was one problem, he knew from a young age he was connected to the force. He didn't want to be a Jedi, and if he were to be caught using his powers, who knows what would happen? All he wanted was to be a soldier, but if he were to be caught there would be no turning back. Not that there was one now.
Yavin-IV
He didn't expect Yavin to be so rainy. If so he would've came in more than just a New Republic jacket. As soon as the dropship landed the recruits were rushed out of the U-wing by a drill sergeant. The recruits were all lined up in the downpour, their clothing was drenched and so were they. The recruits were made up of orphans, smugglers, criminals, ex-Imperials, and every other type of dreg in society. The drills started, running up and down the flight deck, thousands of push ups, crawling through the mud, and then there was the dead man's dash. There was nothing worse than running the dead man's dash in a downpour. Right before he passed out from exhaustion, the cadets were called to attention not by their sergeant but by a captain. A fellow cadet nudged him, he ignored the cadet but that only caused him to elbow him even more.
"What?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"You know who that is right?" The other boy asked.
"I don't know."
"That's Hammond Trivult, he's a Republic war hero who held an entire hill by himself. He killed like three or four hundred Dogma troopers. That's fuckin badass!" The annoying cadet exclaimed too loudly and was heard by the captain. The man shot the two boys a stern glare, shocking fear into the two boys.
"You two! On the bars now! You'll be hanging there until you learn how to stay quiet!" The boys rushed over to the rusted over steel bars. They began to hang there in the cold and rainy weather, watching the other cadets train.
Somewhere else
A lone starship drifted out in space, it was no regular starship. The ship bore the crest of the ancient order of the Sith. The size of the ship was so big that it flew straight through a field of large rocks. Inside the ship's bridge was a darkly dressed figure, he stood behind two crewman whom maneuvered the starship. Behind them a door opened up and walking in was a woman dressed in a science garb. She carried a jar in her hand along with a board in another.
"M'lord, its finished." She stated very quickly.
The Lord donned a smug looking grin under his mask. One that resembled the former Dark' Lord Revan, his grandfather from many years before him. He turned to the scientist and moved towards her with a prideful strut. Before she could react a hand firmly placed itself on her shoulder.
"You've served Dogma greatly, and for doing such, you shall be rewarded greatly." The scientist's eyes lit up with glee.
"T-This way m'lord." The scientist led him to through the long and clean hallways. When they reached the laboratory, he was met with a large machine with large stretching tubes and many different buttons and capsules. He knew what it was, a cloning machine, but he had no idea how to work the damn thing though. The woman let out an awkward cough gaining the attention of the Sith Lord.
"Just as you requested, our rather unruly Scout troopers scavged the outer systems for the DNA. It took us weeks to find each sample, and using our research we've determined a successful way to create clones of other people of interest. Also, you don't have to worry about us running out of DNA, we've already created multiple copies." She emptied the jars contents inside of the capsule and switched on the machine, then it began to rumble and in a larger more spacious tube, a figure began to form.
"Perfect..." The sight of this pleased him greatly, and because of that he would reward this scientist greatly.
Back on Yavin-IV
It had been a total of three hours the cadets were hanging on the bar. The hung in dead silence, the trainee who got him in this situation made quick glances at the other boy.
"Sooo...my name's Arty, what's yours?" The boy awkwardly asked.
The other just hung silently.
"C'mon we're up here hanging in these bars for who knows how long. We might as well get to know each other."
The boy had grudgingly answered him, "Dorian."
"Nice to meet ya, where you from?" Arty asked.
"Tatooine."
"That's really cool! Where'd you live?"
"Outside of Mos Eisley, I did scavenger work."
"Wow! So you went on adventures and stuff? I was just working on the family farm on Datooine. What made you join the Republic?" Arty had asked an actual good question, he had several reasons for joining them.
"Mainly for serving the galaxy, but it's awfully lonely on Tatooine."
"Same here, Datooine can be pretty lonely and boring as well, are you becoming a Jedi too?" The question caused Dorian's eyes to widen and his joints to lock up.
"N-Nah. I want to be on the frontlines." Right when Dorian thought he was out of the woods Arty's smile turned into a frown.
"That sucks, we could've been Jedi buddies. I guess not all force sensitives want to be Jedi." Dorian was surprised, he was already busted.
"How'd you know I was force sensitive?" He asked.
"I could feel it, that and people as young as us don't get let in. You have to be eighteen to sign up. Unless one of the recruiters can feel your connection to the force. How old are you anyways? I'm 13."
"I'm 13 too, since you know I'm force sensitive I guess I'll join you." Arty's eyes lit up in glee.
"Sweet! We'll be best buds!"
Loud footsteps came up from behind them and suddenly the two boys dropped from the bar. Standing over them was a grizzly, bald, and scared man holding a wooden staff. Something about this man gave Dorian a feeling he hasn't felt since he was young. The feeling gave him something akin to a headache in response.
"What is this?" Dorian asked out loud.
"You're feeling the amount of presence the force has in me." The man spoke out. "You two get up, we have work to do."
From this day forward, a new chapter were marked in their lives. The start of their training as Jedi, they thought they'd be training alone with the instructor but they were met with ten other students. Most of them about their age or younger. Even though they were around his age, Dorian couldn't help but feel out of place when with the others. The instructor paced back and forth along the line, he took note of each and every feature of the younglings. The group was composed of four Humans, two Twi'leks, two Kel dor, a Nautolan, a Bothan, and two Wookies. He didn't expect such a diverse group of force sensitives, it was rather rare for him to train non-humans. But that only added flavor to his job, each person had their own ways of using the force, and he'd help show them that.
As time passed on, he and Arty were remained together throughout the training. Whether it was sparring, meditation, or one of the many force training exercises. They remained friends and even became quite close with each other. No matter where they were or what they did, the boys stood by each other. The boys shared a friendly rivalry, one that would make the most mundane of things more interested. Whether it be eating a bowl of cereal fastest or who can make their bed the fastest. Everything to the boys was a game meant to be won, and the prize would be graduating to Padawan.
Two years later
The boys were now older, stronger, and were good students. Though it was rather subjective if they matured in any other way asides physically. They were at the peak of adolescence, the two boys hit the age of 15 not too long ago. And at this age, the Instructor called them out to the practice field. This was the very start of their transition to Padawans. Both were given practice staffs and had to rely on their combat ability alone to win this battle.
"Sorry Dorian, but I kinda gotta kick your ass. Nothing personal." The instructor shot a soul piercing glare into Arty.
"Language." The Instructor called out, irritation evident in his voice.
"We'll see about that, loser has to do the others written assignments for a month." Dorian's wager caused the instructor to let out an awkward cough, "Okay, a week?" He corrected himself.
"How about you two duel or else you'll be doing a five page essay on the history of medichlorians!"
Dorian rasied a hand as he retorted, "But you said medichlorians don't-"
"Shut up and fight!"
Without another word the boys engaged in combat, they rushed towards each other with their staves raised. Arty leapt into the air, he was hoping this attack would connect with Dorian's head. However, his stick was stopped by Dorian's staff. Dorian forced Arty's staff off his leaving the other boy dazed, now that he was open for attack. Dorian drove his staff forward into the Arty's chest, this knocked the wind out of him and sent him onto his rear.
"Okay you got a good hit on me. But, now it's time we take off the gloves." Arty stated whilst he wiped saliva from his lip.
Arty rushed forward once again, he engaged Dorian entering with a strong slam overhead. Dorian cried out as the staff came in contact with his shoulder, he powered through the pain and took a leap back. Arty twirled his long staff as he closed the distance between them, Dorian worked off his adrenaline and got into a defensive stance. Arty's furiousity was something the Instructor had never seen in any other student. Arty was like a whirlwind, unleashing a multiple blows with each spin. However Dorian was more akin to a living shield, he had a strong defense that couldn't be broken. Arty's brutal assault came to an end when the boy had tired himself out, next thing he knew, the blunt end of Dorian's staff hit him in the jaw. Arty spiraled into the dirt and was seemingly out cold, his fist drove into the dirt a sign of frustration. Arty charged back into the fight with his staff held as if he charged with a javelin. Dorian swung at Arty's hand only to catch the staff's end to strike the center of his chest. Dorian was barely able to stand on his feet after taking that hit, then another blow stuck his other shoulder.
"They've definitely become more...violent, I suppose." The Instructor watched with a pleased grin.
Dorian blocked strike after strike Arty sent at him, he slammed his foot onto Arty's holding him in place. He shifted his weight into Arty and slammed his elbow into the boy's cheek. Right when he thought he had this in the bag, he felt the blunt staff strike him directly in his ear. He fell onto his knees covering his ringing ear, standing right over him was Arty ready to finish him off with one final blow. Then the unexpected happened...
"Alright boys, I'm proud of you." The staff came to a dead stop right above Dorian's head.
"You're proud?" They both asked in unison, and were even more surprised.
"Of course, why would I not be? You're hardworking kids, and I think you're ready to move on." The two were lost for words at this point, they wondered if this was just some practical joke being played on them. But the Instructor was not one known joking around.
"I think it's time for you to move on. How would you two boys like to build your own lightsabers?" The two boys were even more confused, the instructor fished into his pocket and tossed a pyramid shaped device at the boys. Dorian caught it and looked back at the elderly man. "Open it."
Dorian began inspecting the object, he picked at it, shook it, tossed it, tapped it, and even let Arty have a go. The Instructor couldn't help but crack a smile at his younglings trying to open the device. The Instructor held out his hand and the device was lifted from Dorian's hands, the device then opened up and projected a holographic map. The boys were awestruck, a map of the entire system was now visible to them, but how it was opened was beyond them.
"Now go, go and find crystal caves." The boys nodded and did as they were told, the Instructor tossed them a badge, one that would allow them to gain clearance and usage of the hangar bay. It was time for them to complete the their rite of passage.
An hour later
"You damn idiot!" Dorian screamed in a fit of rage, he threw every single thing he could get his hands on.
"I'm sorry! It was an accident." Arty took cover under a desk as objects flew in almost every direction. Arty held the holocron to his chest as pots and pans flew in his direction.
"How are we going to find the crystal caves now?" Dorian asked with a still very agitated tone.
"The Instructor used the force to do it. We can't really used the force, but that doesn't mean we can't try." Arty had a point, they were sitting in the middle of no where of empty space. The only way to locate the cave was by opening this holocron, Dorian sighed and sat on the floor. Arty sat in front of him and placed the holocron in between them. They stared at the device, after ten minutes of sitting quietly and staring the holocron. Arty remember what the Instructor did, he held out his hand and did exactly what the elderly man did. The holocron lights up and shakes, Dorian's eyes widened and he did the same thing. The holocron then began to slowly open, he held out his hand as well and concentrates as hard as he could.
Then the holocron suddenly bursted open, the map appeared. A pulsating yellow orb was now on the map, it was hundreds of thousands of parsecs away from Hoth. The boys cheered out and gave each other the New Republic man-shake. Dorian locked the coordinates of the planet in the ship's system and entered hyperspace. Within a minute they arrived at their destination, the ship descended down into the atmosphere, as it dropped from the clouds the landscape came into view. It was a frozen wasteland, a fierce blizzard obscured most of anything anyways.
The ship landed amidst the storm, Arty was the first to step outside the ship with the holocron. Dorian followed closely wielding a (now) Republic standard issue F-11D. They also wore New Republic parkas to combat the harsh weather of the planet. Dorian was the only one who thought to carry a weapon, Arty would guide them to the crystals whilst Dorian would watch over him. Though he was no crack shot, Dorian could hit most his shots.
"Hey Arty, when we find that crystal cave, be careful. I heard those crystal emit strong fumes that can cause-"
"I'm picking something up!" Arty loudly announced.
Arty took off in the direction of the pulsing yellow arrow. Dorian scoffed and followed behind the other boy, this chase went on for quite some time. When Arty finally stopped, the two boys were standing before a dark and cold cavern.
"Last one in is a rotten egg?" Arty's tone sounded a lot more questioning than it should've.
Dorian looked at Arty with a raised brow, Arty looked down at the holocron knowing that he had to go in. Arty leads him inside the cavern, the only light that guides them is the one from the holocron. As they travel deeper into the crystal cave, the more and more anxious the two become.
"Arty, remember what I told you. The crystals emit fumes and you could end up-"
"Are you an angel?" Arty had interrupted Dorian once again. Dorian who was already clearly agitated spat back furiously.
"Arty what the hell are you-" When he turned...Arty was no longer there. Then the light of the holocron faded and he was absorbed by complete darkness. Dorian patted along the ground until he picked up the holocron, it opened up and gave him the required light to travel. "Ahhh shit." He muttered under his breath, Dorian slowly walked through the dark caves. Whispers had echoed throughout the caves, he couldn't tell exactly what they were saying.
"Go home."
He heard that in his head, at this point the damn cave was starting to freak him out. Dorian looked down at the map, it was completely blank, there was no way he could find the crystals. He felt his chest tighten and his breathing became more ragged, a pair of footsteps came from behind him, Dorian spun around and raised his blaster. The figure came into view but was protected by a veil of darkness, his grip on the blaster had lossened and become more shakey. Who was this?
"What the hell?" As the figure step closer, the holocron's light began to flicker in and out. Then it went out completely, leaving him in darkness with whoever is with him. He was now stuck in between a rock and a hard place. He needed a way out, he fired his blaster casting a brief light. The figure was gone, he took this chance to take off farther down the cave. Before he could get far he slammed into someone's chest, he slammed onto his back and his head collided into the icy ground. He looked up to see another shadowy figure but this time it was larger, larger than a regular person.
"What the fuck?!" He muttered once again.
The shadowy figure stood there motionless, Dorian tried to get up but he felt confined to the floor. He could see it, in the hand of the figure a long cylindrical object aimed at the floor. A red light exploded from the hilt of the figure's blade, this casted a red glow allowing him to see the figure. It was a tall "man" clad in a black cloak, it also wore a large oval shaped helmet with a red tinted visor. He raised the lightsaber into the air, the noise it created sounded akin to the screams of millions. The blade sliced into the ceiling raining sparks on the both of them. Then the blade was brought down onto the boy, in one last bit of protest Dorian raised his hands, hoping that the force would protect him one last time. He shut his eyes and his ears rung from a loud piercing noise, when he opened his eyes, he was nearly blinded by the intense glare of the crimson blade. He rolled out from under the blade to see a blade sticking through the chest of Sith trying to kill him.
"What's going on?" He asked himself.
The Sith looked at him one last time, before exploding into shards of glass. Dorian picked himself up and rushed over to the pile of glass, amongst the shards was the deactivated lightsaber. It's hilt was like most lightsabers he'd seen, but when he activated it the blade was really long.
"PUT IT DOWN!" The voice boomed from behind him as the blizzard winds hit him, his surroundings were obscured by the fierce white winds. The winds were so think that he couldn't even see his hands, he stumbled around reaching for the walls but just ended up toppling over. He looked up to see several red blades approaching him. However the one leading them was a long purple blade, he couldn't see the wielded even when they were right in front of him. The blade raised high into the sky and slammed down into the boy, for a moment he felt the intense pain of a lightsaber searing through his flesh and bone. Then came the bloodcurdling cry he made when it sliced through his body.
Then he woke up.
He began to pat his body down to make sure he was still together. He turned to his side and saw Arty passed out beside him, the holocron was deactivated and the blaster hung limply from Dorian's hip. He began to shake Arty which woke him quicker than he would've thought.
"Wha...what's going on?" Arty groggily asked.
"We got high, we need to hurry and find those crystals." He helped Arty up to his feet and opened up the holocron.
The two continued down the cavern and entered a large open area. This is where the arrow was leading them, this is where the crystals resided.
"The First Order stripped the caves bare, we'd be lucky to find two crystals." Arty rushed and began searching behind each and every rock. Dorian pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Perhaps there was another and more time efficient way of finding the crystals? He sat down cross legged and shut his eyes tightly. He began to wall off his surroundings, nothing else in the cave existed, he was in a void of blank space. He could feel them, the crystals calling out through the force. The crystals emitted a warm feeling, almost soothing in the way it called. But then he felt something darker, not just one darkness. But hundreds. He was snapped out of his meditation by the shaking of the cave.
"We gotta go now!" Arty helped Dorian up this time, Dorian rushed off farther down the cavern and stopped. He reached down a crack in the ground and clutched two crystals.
"I got them!" Dorian called out as the surroundings shook once again. Dorian stores the crystals in a satchel fixed on his belt. The sound of synchronized step could be heard from where they just came from.
"It's Dogma, they must've tracked us!" Arty exclaimed as blaster rounds flew in their direction.
Dorian raised his blaster and looked through the J-19 electroscope. He saw the shadow armor of the Dogma troopers and the white armor of the stormtroopers. As far as he knew, both were his enemies. Dorian returned fire hitting at least two Dogma troopers. While Dorian was engaged in a firefight against squads upon squads of soldiers, Arty was looking for a way out. Dorian peeked over the waist high wall of stone to take another shot, then he noticed something. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glare of a electroscope. He turned his head to see a scout trooper with a targeting rifle and Dorian was in his sights. He pushed himself up and ran, he dipped forward in an attempt to avoid blaster fire.
"Arty! Whatever you're planning do it now!" Dorian hollered out under the immense blaster fire. Arty thought to himself for a moment, then he turned to Dorian to announce, "I have an idea!" The two locked eyes and smirked, they had the same idea. The two held their hands out towards the ceiling about the Dogma troopers. Their hands closed and they pulled back, the cave began to rumble violently ceasing the blaster fire from the opposition. They all looked up as the stone in the ceiling began to shift. The ceiling collapsed and send gigantic stones and even an entire troop transport onto the men.
"Holy shit! Let's get out of here." Arty exclaimed, their action created a path that led them back to the surface.
The boys climbed up the pathway and reached the surface. Once they pulled themselves up, a troop transport flew over their heads and disappeared further into the blizzard. Their ship was quite a while away, Dorian then crumbled into the snow. He looked down to see blood dripping into the snow, he'd been hit. Dorian hissed in pain as Arty helped him to his feet.
"Hey man, I'll patch you up in the ship." Arty threw an arm over his shoulder and helped the boy back to the ship.
They had a story for the Instructor when they got back.
Yavin-IV
The Instructor watched as the U-wing transport ship landed before him. He almost smiled as the two boys exited, he wasn't surprised to see Dorian walking with the assistance of Arty. Just above his left hip he wore a thick and bloody bandage, and in his hands were two lightsaber crystals. He knew they'd make it.
"Come with me." The Instructor began to walk off and the two just watched. "I said come with me!"
The two boys quickly caught up with the Instructor, they followed him for hours as they traversed the thick and humid swamps of Yavin. The two younglings were awestruck when they arrived at the Jedi Temple. When they arrived inside they were met with the dusty interior of the abandoned temple. They followed him into a small room with two small tables, the Instructor placed pieces of a lightsaber on both tables.
"Build." Was the only thing he said.
They studied for days and nights, how to assemble a lightsaber should be a walk in the park. However, they were very wrong. After hours of swapping the combinations of a lightsaber, they finally got it. Arty stared at his saber hilt, it was smaller than his friend's but he still liked it. Arty clicked the button and a green blade was ejected from his hilt, Arty's face lit up with excitement and he began to wave it around.
"Dorian check it out!" Arty began to twirl his blade around and came dangerously close to slicing off his own foot. But Dorian and the Instructor were to proud to scold him at this point. The Instructor slapped Dorian on his arm, it was now his turn to finish his saber.
Dorian looked at his electrum hilt, his finger grazed the top of the red button that activated his blade. He was anxious to activate his blade, he wasn't sure what exactly he was afraid of. Whether it was the fear it would explode if he activated or it just wouldn't work. He felt afraid of turning it on, he wasn't sure where the sudden fear came from but it hit him hard. In a burst of courage he clicked the button and a golden blade exploded from his hilt. Arty was surprised by the color of his blade, though it was a bit too flashy for his taste he thought it fit Dorian.
"Good, I have one more thing for you both." The Instructor left for a few moments and returned with two large boxes. The boys were both gifted a box, Dorian's box felt lighter while Arty's was a bit more heavy. Dorian tossed off the lid and shoveled through the paper to reveal an yellow leather jacket, the feeling it gave off was one akin to the warmth the crystals gave. He turned it around and saw that the back of it had the Rebellion sigil printed on the back. He looked at his Instructor who only gave a simple nod. Dorian donned the jacket which lucky for him fit perfectly. Arty opened his box to reveal a pair of dark brown Jedi robes. Dorian raised a brow at the Instructor who smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry kiddo, we ran out of your size, but I found an old jacket from the rebellion days. It fits you good kid. Now Arty is gonna change into those robes, while I pass you onto someone else." The Instructor walked Dorian out of the cave. Dorian looked back at his friend who gave a smirk and nod, Dorian then returned the gesture. They didn't need to words to let each other they'd meet again.
They had returned to the training pad to find a lone woman awaiting their arrival. She was a young woman who looked a few years older than him, despite being twice his age most likely. The woman had a long saber hilt fixed upon her belt, he could feel the power radiating off of her, it was as if she had a pool of force energy. The three stood in silence until the Instructor cleared his threat, then the silence returned.
"So...this is your new padawan." The Instructor introduced Dorian with a rather shakey voice.
"Oh? Greetings young one, I am Armana Mira, but I go by Master Mira." She offered out her hand, Dorian locked his with hers in a firm shake.
"I'm Dorian." He responded, she raised a brow after hearing his name.
"Do you have a surname?" She asked.
"Not one that I know of ma'am, I've gone by Dorian all my life." She nodded, it wasn't surprising he had no last name. He was most likely one of a thousand orphans in the galaxy. It was something that truely saddened her.
"Oh I see, what formed were you trained in?" She asked.
"Form 105 ma'am, it consists of defensive movements and countering." Mira smiled at the sound of this, one of the few forms she mastered was 105, it was one of the first forms she learned. She wanted to not only test his ability in 105 but hers as well.
"Shall I test your skills then?" She asked with a sly smile, Dorian pulled his lightsaber from his belt and got into his stance.
"Alright come at me then!" Mira drew her saber, once activate one long blade was ejected. Dorian was surprised by its length, then another's long blade shot out of the other end which surprised him. She ran at him and leapt high into the air, Dorian's jaw hung limp and he was frozen in awe and terror. He then shook his shock off and brought his blade up to defend himself.
Their blades met.
Three years later
Dorian watched the stars in the night sky, he could feel Arty out there. Him and his master causing mayhem and doing other irresponsible things. Though he knew that he and Arty would meet again, he just wanted to see his friend again. Dorian sat on one of the the U-wing's engines, he could feel Arty as if he were right next to him. But then he felt something else, another life force in the galaxy. This force reached out to him with open arms, as if it were trying to hold him. He broke of his state of meditation and hopped down onto the tarmac. He looked back up to the sky and watched a squad of X-wings fly into the space. He yearned for adventure. He had been couped up for the past three years as of a few weeks ago. Dorian was now eighteen and wanted to see the galaxy for what it was.
"Well...I'll see you again, sometime, Arty. If you can see me now mom and dad, I hope your proud." His hand fisted into his jacket pockets, the same jacket that was gifted to him years ago. It still fit and grew in size alongside him. Dorian looked up at the large red moon in the night sky, he couldn't help but feel a certain sense of peace by just looking at the moon. It was the same moon he's been looking at for three years, and at one point he began hating the moon. But now he felt a couple of things, hope, courage, and even a bit of strength. He was ready for whatever darkness came his way, whether it was Dogma, Stormtroopers, or even Sith.
Mira exited the temple and placed a hand on his shoulder, her look was one she gave quite often. It was one of those "if you never listened to me before, now is the time you start." She looked him deep in the eyes and gave him very precise words.
"We've been tasked with a mission. One that'll test your skill. There's a Jedi who may be too far gone, and we've been called to save them from the dark side." Dorian nodded, he was aware of how serious this task was.
"I know Master, I'll be sure not to disappoint." She let out a ragged breath and looked away from him.
"My fear isn't that you'll disappoint me. Disappointment is a temporary consequence. But death is permanent." He could feel his master wanting to change her mind, which meant he'd be staying back and reading through Jedi text. Which he was starting to get tired of.
"Master, this is a chance for me to test my ability, of you take me with you then we can both learn something." She hated it when he was right, so she went against her better judgement and decided to bring him with her.
"Alright come on, we're going to find the rogue. But if you don't follow my lead I'm sending you back and you're going to be reading through every single book in the Jedi library."
"Yeah yeah."
Dorian didn't pay his master that much mind, besides this was the start of a great adventure. But what Dorian didn't realize is that this adventure wouldn't go how he think it would.