Sith among Jedi

by johntheanimefan

What's in a name? For Jameson Taleron, much. Indeed, for how can there not, when the name of your race is also deemed to be your morality? that is his sad lot, as a Sith Pureblood. For your consideration, a series of short vignettes detailing the life of Sith Pureblood Jedi Knight Jameson Taleron. And his relationship to kindred spirit Kira Carsen.

1. preparedness

Hello everyone, new swtor story for ya, born out of my frustration with this fandom's inability to produce any substantial amount of fan content XD. If you're a fan of my other work, I'm gonna warn you now, these are not gonna be my usual length of chapters. These are short vignettes, detailing the life of this jedi, the chapters will be as long as the particular story is. So, let's get to it.

Jameson wasn't prepared for anything he faced on Tython. He wasn't prepared for the surprising embrace of most of the order upon first meeting, despite him being a sith pureblood. He had become so accustomed to having to explain up and down to everyone he met that no, he wasn't a sleeper agent from the Empire come to convert them to galactic communism or some such nonsense. Being not only welcomed the minute he was off the shuttle but trusted with important tasks by a Master was such an alien experience for the young man that he was left at a loss for how to react.

He wasn't prepared for Master Orgus Din, whom he felt a particular connection to almost immediately. Orgus must have felt that connection as well, for not an hour into knowing each other, Jameson was brought under Orgus's wing.

Jameson wasn't prepared to face a fallen Jedi so early in his career. And one so close to his former master, no less. Bengel Morr practically danced circles around him their first meeting, taunting his inexperience while tossing him like a salad. But Jameson refused to falter. This man threatened the safety of the order, which made him an enemy.

But the one thing he was least prepared for was one woman: Kira Carsen. Like with Master Orgus, there was nary a hint of distrust in her eyes when they first met. In that short interaction, she treated him like any other. Oh, she teased him for overdoing it with the force sensitive flesh raider, but he got the sense that she was just the teasing sort. Jameson had a tendency to get attached to people who treated him as an equal despite his race, and that was no different here. In fact, as much as Jameson knew it to be taboo, he began to fall in love.

And nothing could've prepared him for that.