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Tales of the Jedi Council: The Sith Historian
A young man comes before the Jedi Council. They must decide
whether he is the galaxy's salvation or ruin. Written with
specific interest in the nature of the Force.
Title: Tales of the Jedi Council: The Sith Historian
Chronology: Many Years Before The Phantom Menace
Spoilers: None
Author: Mike Milburn masterwindu@starwarsemail.com
Characters: (please read)
Mace Windu
Yoda
Yarael Poof - Quermian (invertebrate) Jedi Master. (The guy
with the long neck)
Plo Koon - Alien Jedi Master and courageous fighter.
Depa Billaba - Female human Jedi Master trained by Mace
Windu
Eeth Koth - Zabrak Jedi Master from Nar Shadaa
Adi Gallia - Human Jedi Master daughter of Corellian
diplomats on Coruscant.
Oppo Rancisis - Jedi Master from Thisspias with a military
mind.
Even Piell - Jedi Master and Lannik warrior
Yaddle - Female Jedi Master of the same species as Yoda.
Saesee Tiin - Iktotchi Jedi Master with natural telepathic
abilities.
Ki-Adi-Mundi - Ceran Jedi Knight with a binary brain.
"This is the clue we need to unravel the mystery of
the Sith."
-Jedi Master Mace Windu, Senior Member of the Jedi
Council
The Jedi Master Yarael Poof subconsciously swayed his
boneless neck as his mind succumbed to the Jedi Council
meditation session. As he closed his eyes, the Quermian's
sight was replaced by a thousand other senses. The Force
not only saw all, but felt all, was all. It was all that
Yarael could focus on. The Force was flowing like an
unconquerable ocean upon the Jedi Council Chamber, as his
fellow council members stretched out in their Jedi senses.
Even alone, Yarael's mind was immersed in the Force,
but meditating with his colleagues increased the intimacy
twelve-fold. He moved his essence among their spirits,
utilizing the Force as a mystical conduit. As his mind
scattered upon the other council members, Yarael borrowed
their good-natured attributes and added them to his own,
improving his character with every telepathic visitation.
He learned a lesson of patience from Mistress Yaddle's soul
in a conversation that never happened on any plane of
existence. Master Even Piell showed Yarael yet another true
meaning of courage, not through a memory, but simply in the
life patterns of the Lannik warrior's spirit. Yarael even
dared to let his mind behold that ancient consciousness of
Master Yoda. His spirit was so detailed, eight centuries of
time tracing unlinear designs of being upon the Jedi
Master's soul. Yarael feared he might get lost in the vast
intricacies of Yoda's essence had he been meditating alone,
without the strength of his fellow council members.
But there was something odd in Yoda. Different, out
of place. It was subtle, somewhere in the murky depths of
the old Jedi's soul. Yarael isolated his focus on less and
less of Yoda until all that was left in his concentration
was that inconsistency in the senior Jedi Master. Yarael
reached in and identified it. It felt like an emotion.
Yes... it was an emotion. Yarael focused on it and set his
mind to translating the feeling from an emotion to a literal
thought. He had to change the patterns, the spirit-hues,
from this raw form into something more understandable.
"Foreboding, it is," Yoda spoke, breaking the silence,
not to mention the group's meditation. Mistress Adi let go
a small gasp. Apparently her mind had not been prepared to
leave its former condition so quickly.
Master Windu looked inquisitively at Yoda. "What's
this about foreboding?" he asked.
"I am sawwy, Masta Yoda," Yarael apologized.
Apparently, Master Yoda did not like being mind-probed.
Yoda, his stare never leaving Yarael, answered Windu,
"Master Yarael has sensed an emotion in me."
Master Windu looked at Yarael with a look of slight
admiration. "That is quite an accomplishment, Master
Yarael. Rarely can I myself look into Yoda's mind, much
less find an emotion there."
Yarael nodded his elevated head in gratitude.
Inwardly, he appalled the attention, though. Master Yoda
wasn't used to having his mind probed, and obviously did not
appreciate it.
"Master Yoda," Depa Billaba spoke, "why do you have
foreboding?"
Yoda let his gaze drift to the rest of the council,
finally freeing Yarael from his stare. "Get anxious rarely,
do I," he explained in the low, gruffer tone he only used
for situations of the utmost danger. "But today, reason, I
have. In a few minutes, come before us, a stranger will."
"I was not notified of such an appointment," Master
Oppo Rancisis informed the council with a hint of
complaint in his voice.
"Kept it from you, I did. Even to Master Windu, was
it unknown."
That was odd. Rarely did Yoda keep something from
Master Windu, his fellow senior council member. A lesser
human might have protested this, but Master Windu kept his
focus and asked, "Why is this stranger you speak of coming
before us?"
"Leave that for him to explain, I will," Master Yoda
replied as he gestured to the chamber entrance. There
Yarael beheld a human male perhaps Adi Gallia's age. It was
difficult to tell with humans.
"Greetings, Masters," the man addressed the council,
as he approached the center of the chamber. He seemed to
have an air of confidence about him, skipping the ceremonial
bow.
"Greetings," Master Windu replied. "What is the
nature of your visit?" He leaned back in his chair and put
the tips of his fingers together in his traditional
listening position.
The young man shot a glance at Yoda. "I see Master
Yoda has not chosen to tell you of my business here. I am
here to ask permission to study the artifacts and writings
of the Sith."
Yarael widened his eyes as a treacherous volley of
uneasy looks enveloped the council. Yaddle even let out a
slight gasp.
"Masters, let me explain," the man, the Sith
Historian, beckoned with some slight arrogance.
"Run this discussion, you will not," Yoda reprimanded.
The Sith Historian fell silent, but his look of self-
assurance was not erased. Still, Yarael was glad Yoda had
at least put the man in his place.
"I must say," Saesee Tiin spoke, "why ever would you
want to study the Sith?"
"Unless you wish to become one..." Ki-Adi-Mundi
finished, taking the words right out of Yarael's mouth.
The Sith Historian's voice was steady. "I assure you,
that is not at all my motive. As you all can see, I am a
historian. Lately, I have found my occupation, a bit...
pointless. We historians always say the purpose of our work
is to prevent history from repeating its mistakes. While
this is my goal, I find the galaxy's traditional history
that I study to be rather unhelpful towards this goal."
"You wish to study the Sith because you are bored with
your career?" Master Oppo hissed. Yarael could sense
everyone in the council getting more defensive, even
irritable.
"Again, you misjudge me," the Sith Historian accused.
"Rarely wrong, is the council's judgment," Yoda
interrupted. "Say 'misjudge' with caution, should you."
"I am sorry," the Sith Historian apologized cordially.
"You see, I want to study the ways of the Sith so that
there re-appearance may be prevented."
"You wish to defend the galaxy from a resurgence of
the Sith by learning about them?" Master Windu inquired.
"Hmmm..." Yoda sighed. "Used for defense, Sith
knowledge has never been," he commented.
The Sith Historian didn't seem to notice Yoda's words.
"By knowing the methods of the Sith, you will find it easier
to identify certain Jedi students as dangerous."
"We already know what is dangerous," Master Windu
informed the man.
Yoda nodded. "Anger, fear, aggression. Need to know
more, we do not."
"I believe you do need to know more," the Sith
Historian explained. "You can identify a student in danger
of the Dark Side, but a student specifically in danger of
falling to the Sith might be harder to detect."
"He does have a point," Master Oppo explained. Yarael
and the other council members turned to him in disbelief.
"When in a war, it is always best to know your opponent."
Coming from Oppo's trusted military mind, Yarael knew the
comment would carry great weight among the council members.
"But we're not in a war," Mistress Adi pointed out.
"The Sith have been extinct for a millennium."
"I am asking for a chance to help make sure things
stay that way," the Sith Historian explained.
Yarael could feel the other council member's thought
patterns becoming more and more parallel to that of the Sith
Historian. The very idea of the Sith ever returning to the
galaxy was enough justification for many of Yarael's
colleagues.
"How do we know that this will not lead to the
resurgence you so wish to prevent," Master Koth inquired.
"If the information you learn was stolen, the galaxy could
be in much greater danger than before this study of yours."
"I will work right here at the Jedi Temple where the
Sith records are locked away and never have them leave this
place," the historian assured the council. "I will submit
my findings as a report of things to look for in students
who may have Sith curiosities."
"How do we know that your motives are what you speak
and not to obtain the power of the Sith teachings yourself?"
Ki-Adi-Mundi questioned. Yarael could sense that half of the
Ceran's binary brain was becoming convinced, but the other
part was highly suspicious.
The Sith Historian made eye contact with different
members of the council as he told them, "If anything I have
ever read about the Jedi Council is true, you already know
whether or not my intentions are genuine."
One by one, the council members tried to find hints of
falsehood in the Sith Historian's mind. Not even Saesee
Tiin, who had natural telepathic abilities as well as the
Force, could find a trace of untruth in the human. At last,
it was Yarael's turn, and he reached out cautiously into the
historian's essence. Yarael had expected it to be highly
insulated by various mental barriers, but subconsciously,
the Sith Historian had given Yarael easy and open access to
his mind. Yarael traveled among its matterless passages,
searching for a lie. Searching for at least something
twisted, or ugly. But there was no such unholiness in the
Sith Historian's mind. His intentions were genuine and
maybe even what the galaxy needed.
The Sith historian's study could finally seal off any
conduit to Sith power for those who would want to use it.
The understanding of Sith techniques could flush out all
potential Siths training at the Jedi Temple. Yarael knew
that if the Sith Historian was permitted to do his job, the
galaxy would never again fear the dark wishes of a Sith
Lord.
And so the council voted. It was almost unanimously
in favor of the Sith Historian, with Yoda, having his usual
overabundant skepticisms, being the only council member who
voted no. Even Ki-Adi-Mundi, who had carried great
suspicion, had seen the truth and goodness inside the
historian.
The Sith Historian was very grateful. "Thank you,
Masters. I assure you, the knowledge will be safe with me,
and the galaxy will be safer for it."
"When shall you begin?" Master Windu asked in a rare
moment of enthusiasm.
"Soon after a short trip home, if that's alright," the
historian explained.
"Certainly," Master Windu agreed. "By the way, if we
need to reach you, where is your home planet?"
The Sith Historian was happy to answer. "Naboo."
Please don't put spoilers for this story in your comments.
Thank you
George Lucas and owned by LucasFilm, Ltd. It contains
references to places and belief systems from the Star Wars
saga. It contains characters created by Lucas and other
Star Wars writers. The events depicted herein were created
by this writer. These events are owned by this writer as is
this story. It may be freely redistributed or reproduced as
long as no alterations are made. The series title of this
story may be used only with permission from the writer.
Tales of the Jedi Council: The Sith Historian
A young man comes before the Jedi Council. They must decide
whether he is the galaxy's salvation or ruin. Written with
specific interest in the nature of the Force.
Title: Tales of the Jedi Council: The Sith Historian
Chronology: Many Years Before The Phantom Menace
Spoilers: None
Author: Mike Milburn masterwindu@starwarsemail.com
Characters: (please read)
Mace Windu
Yoda
Yarael Poof - Quermian (invertebrate) Jedi Master. (The guy
with the long neck)
Plo Koon - Alien Jedi Master and courageous fighter.
Depa Billaba - Female human Jedi Master trained by Mace
Windu
Eeth Koth - Zabrak Jedi Master from Nar Shadaa
Adi Gallia - Human Jedi Master daughter of Corellian
diplomats on Coruscant.
Oppo Rancisis - Jedi Master from Thisspias with a military
mind.
Even Piell - Jedi Master and Lannik warrior
Yaddle - Female Jedi Master of the same species as Yoda.
Saesee Tiin - Iktotchi Jedi Master with natural telepathic
abilities.
Ki-Adi-Mundi - Ceran Jedi Knight with a binary brain.
"This is the clue we need to unravel the mystery of
the Sith."
-Jedi Master Mace Windu, Senior Member of the Jedi
Council
The Jedi Master Yarael Poof subconsciously swayed his
boneless neck as his mind succumbed to the Jedi Council
meditation session. As he closed his eyes, the Quermian's
sight was replaced by a thousand other senses. The Force
not only saw all, but felt all, was all. It was all that
Yarael could focus on. The Force was flowing like an
unconquerable ocean upon the Jedi Council Chamber, as his
fellow council members stretched out in their Jedi senses.
Even alone, Yarael's mind was immersed in the Force,
but meditating with his colleagues increased the intimacy
twelve-fold. He moved his essence among their spirits,
utilizing the Force as a mystical conduit. As his mind
scattered upon the other council members, Yarael borrowed
their good-natured attributes and added them to his own,
improving his character with every telepathic visitation.
He learned a lesson of patience from Mistress Yaddle's soul
in a conversation that never happened on any plane of
existence. Master Even Piell showed Yarael yet another true
meaning of courage, not through a memory, but simply in the
life patterns of the Lannik warrior's spirit. Yarael even
dared to let his mind behold that ancient consciousness of
Master Yoda. His spirit was so detailed, eight centuries of
time tracing unlinear designs of being upon the Jedi
Master's soul. Yarael feared he might get lost in the vast
intricacies of Yoda's essence had he been meditating alone,
without the strength of his fellow council members.
But there was something odd in Yoda. Different, out
of place. It was subtle, somewhere in the murky depths of
the old Jedi's soul. Yarael isolated his focus on less and
less of Yoda until all that was left in his concentration
was that inconsistency in the senior Jedi Master. Yarael
reached in and identified it. It felt like an emotion.
Yes... it was an emotion. Yarael focused on it and set his
mind to translating the feeling from an emotion to a literal
thought. He had to change the patterns, the spirit-hues,
from this raw form into something more understandable.
"Foreboding, it is," Yoda spoke, breaking the silence,
not to mention the group's meditation. Mistress Adi let go
a small gasp. Apparently her mind had not been prepared to
leave its former condition so quickly.
Master Windu looked inquisitively at Yoda. "What's
this about foreboding?" he asked.
"I am sawwy, Masta Yoda," Yarael apologized.
Apparently, Master Yoda did not like being mind-probed.
Yoda, his stare never leaving Yarael, answered Windu,
"Master Yarael has sensed an emotion in me."
Master Windu looked at Yarael with a look of slight
admiration. "That is quite an accomplishment, Master
Yarael. Rarely can I myself look into Yoda's mind, much
less find an emotion there."
Yarael nodded his elevated head in gratitude.
Inwardly, he appalled the attention, though. Master Yoda
wasn't used to having his mind probed, and obviously did not
appreciate it.
"Master Yoda," Depa Billaba spoke, "why do you have
foreboding?"
Yoda let his gaze drift to the rest of the council,
finally freeing Yarael from his stare. "Get anxious rarely,
do I," he explained in the low, gruffer tone he only used
for situations of the utmost danger. "But today, reason, I
have. In a few minutes, come before us, a stranger will."
"I was not notified of such an appointment," Master
Oppo Rancisis informed the council with a hint of
complaint in his voice.
"Kept it from you, I did. Even to Master Windu, was
it unknown."
That was odd. Rarely did Yoda keep something from
Master Windu, his fellow senior council member. A lesser
human might have protested this, but Master Windu kept his
focus and asked, "Why is this stranger you speak of coming
before us?"
"Leave that for him to explain, I will," Master Yoda
replied as he gestured to the chamber entrance. There
Yarael beheld a human male perhaps Adi Gallia's age. It was
difficult to tell with humans.
"Greetings, Masters," the man addressed the council,
as he approached the center of the chamber. He seemed to
have an air of confidence about him, skipping the ceremonial
bow.
"Greetings," Master Windu replied. "What is the
nature of your visit?" He leaned back in his chair and put
the tips of his fingers together in his traditional
listening position.
The young man shot a glance at Yoda. "I see Master
Yoda has not chosen to tell you of my business here. I am
here to ask permission to study the artifacts and writings
of the Sith."
Yarael widened his eyes as a treacherous volley of
uneasy looks enveloped the council. Yaddle even let out a
slight gasp.
"Masters, let me explain," the man, the Sith
Historian, beckoned with some slight arrogance.
"Run this discussion, you will not," Yoda reprimanded.
The Sith Historian fell silent, but his look of self-
assurance was not erased. Still, Yarael was glad Yoda had
at least put the man in his place.
"I must say," Saesee Tiin spoke, "why ever would you
want to study the Sith?"
"Unless you wish to become one..." Ki-Adi-Mundi
finished, taking the words right out of Yarael's mouth.
The Sith Historian's voice was steady. "I assure you,
that is not at all my motive. As you all can see, I am a
historian. Lately, I have found my occupation, a bit...
pointless. We historians always say the purpose of our work
is to prevent history from repeating its mistakes. While
this is my goal, I find the galaxy's traditional history
that I study to be rather unhelpful towards this goal."
"You wish to study the Sith because you are bored with
your career?" Master Oppo hissed. Yarael could sense
everyone in the council getting more defensive, even
irritable.
"Again, you misjudge me," the Sith Historian accused.
"Rarely wrong, is the council's judgment," Yoda
interrupted. "Say 'misjudge' with caution, should you."
"I am sorry," the Sith Historian apologized cordially.
"You see, I want to study the ways of the Sith so that
there re-appearance may be prevented."
"You wish to defend the galaxy from a resurgence of
the Sith by learning about them?" Master Windu inquired.
"Hmmm..." Yoda sighed. "Used for defense, Sith
knowledge has never been," he commented.
The Sith Historian didn't seem to notice Yoda's words.
"By knowing the methods of the Sith, you will find it easier
to identify certain Jedi students as dangerous."
"We already know what is dangerous," Master Windu
informed the man.
Yoda nodded. "Anger, fear, aggression. Need to know
more, we do not."
"I believe you do need to know more," the Sith
Historian explained. "You can identify a student in danger
of the Dark Side, but a student specifically in danger of
falling to the Sith might be harder to detect."
"He does have a point," Master Oppo explained. Yarael
and the other council members turned to him in disbelief.
"When in a war, it is always best to know your opponent."
Coming from Oppo's trusted military mind, Yarael knew the
comment would carry great weight among the council members.
"But we're not in a war," Mistress Adi pointed out.
"The Sith have been extinct for a millennium."
"I am asking for a chance to help make sure things
stay that way," the Sith Historian explained.
Yarael could feel the other council member's thought
patterns becoming more and more parallel to that of the Sith
Historian. The very idea of the Sith ever returning to the
galaxy was enough justification for many of Yarael's
colleagues.
"How do we know that this will not lead to the
resurgence you so wish to prevent," Master Koth inquired.
"If the information you learn was stolen, the galaxy could
be in much greater danger than before this study of yours."
"I will work right here at the Jedi Temple where the
Sith records are locked away and never have them leave this
place," the historian assured the council. "I will submit
my findings as a report of things to look for in students
who may have Sith curiosities."
"How do we know that your motives are what you speak
and not to obtain the power of the Sith teachings yourself?"
Ki-Adi-Mundi questioned. Yarael could sense that half of the
Ceran's binary brain was becoming convinced, but the other
part was highly suspicious.
The Sith Historian made eye contact with different
members of the council as he told them, "If anything I have
ever read about the Jedi Council is true, you already know
whether or not my intentions are genuine."
One by one, the council members tried to find hints of
falsehood in the Sith Historian's mind. Not even Saesee
Tiin, who had natural telepathic abilities as well as the
Force, could find a trace of untruth in the human. At last,
it was Yarael's turn, and he reached out cautiously into the
historian's essence. Yarael had expected it to be highly
insulated by various mental barriers, but subconsciously,
the Sith Historian had given Yarael easy and open access to
his mind. Yarael traveled among its matterless passages,
searching for a lie. Searching for at least something
twisted, or ugly. But there was no such unholiness in the
Sith Historian's mind. His intentions were genuine and
maybe even what the galaxy needed.
The Sith historian's study could finally seal off any
conduit to Sith power for those who would want to use it.
The understanding of Sith techniques could flush out all
potential Siths training at the Jedi Temple. Yarael knew
that if the Sith Historian was permitted to do his job, the
galaxy would never again fear the dark wishes of a Sith
Lord.
And so the council voted. It was almost unanimously
in favor of the Sith Historian, with Yoda, having his usual
overabundant skepticisms, being the only council member who
voted no. Even Ki-Adi-Mundi, who had carried great
suspicion, had seen the truth and goodness inside the
historian.
The Sith Historian was very grateful. "Thank you,
Masters. I assure you, the knowledge will be safe with me,
and the galaxy will be safer for it."
"When shall you begin?" Master Windu asked in a rare
moment of enthusiasm.
"Soon after a short trip home, if that's alright," the
historian explained.
"Certainly," Master Windu agreed. "By the way, if we
need to reach you, where is your home planet?"
The Sith Historian was happy to answer. "Naboo."
Please don't put spoilers for this story in your comments.
Thank you