Takes place before episode I
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Jagger walked back with his father, carrying a bag of various fruits.
"Is that so?" His father cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, and when I'm sixteen, I want to apply to the piloting academy on Mandalore," Jagger said ecstatically. The young boy still had six years to go.
"I'll think about it," his father told him. His father was wise, and he was sure he'd let him go.
Eventually, they reached their house on Tatooine, and Jagger went to unpack the bags. It was just him and his dad in this desert wasteland. That was why he wanted to go to the piloting academy. To make something of his life, besides moisture farming. No offense to the moisture farmers, but it just wasn't for him.
He wanted more.
Jagger heard voices outside, and proceeded to investigate. He was confused by what he saw. His father standing across from another man, who looked only a little younger than he.
"Not here, not in front of the boy," His father stared sternly at the man in the robe like apparel.
"You must pay for your crimes. You're under arrest, Chase. Or should I say Darth Xhel," the man told him, and took off something from his belt.
A lightsaber? Jagger awed. He'd saw transmissions about Sith and Jedi, but never knew if they were real. The strange man had a blue one, and what happened next was truly shocking.
Blue vs red clashed, as the two lightsabers sent sparks flying. A blinding light was emitted as the two sabers were pushed against one another.
Jagger sunk back into the house, partly out of fear, and partly out of the fact that a sandstorm had begun. Neither sith nor Jedi seemed to notice.
No! He's not evil. Jagger tried convincing himself.
The Jedi had kicked him back into the sand, but Chase made a hasty recovery. He jumped over the Jedi, but with quick timing, the Jedi sliced him down the middle. Chase fell to the ground.
"No!"
Jagger ran to him, and kneeled down beside his father.
"My son . . ." his hand curled around Jagger's face. His eyes slowly rolled back into his head. With two fingers, Jagger mournfully closed his father's eyelids.
He looked at the Jedi, who slowly put up his hood. Unbridled rage consumed him at his father's death. His eyes dotted to the lightsaber in his father's cold hand.
"You'll pay for this! All you Jedi will pay for this"
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That was just a little short story I did for fun
Did you play dramatic Star Wars music in your head? If you didn't reread lol