Okay, before we continue, there are a few things you should know. First, this particular storyline is one I've tried several times and in several different methods. However, I've always run into problems with it. However, you should be pleased to know that I now have the first fifteen chapters of this story ready to go. I will, however, post them one at a time, and then only if this chapter gets enough positive reviews. With that said, please tell me what you think of this story, good or bad.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with this story, it begins in the closing minutes of Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace and deals with a cast of original characters.
And, as always, I don't own Star Wars. Sadly, it now belongs to Disney. Yes, you've heard me correct; Disney has bought Star Wars from its creator, Mr. George Lucas. So, on with the show.
Chapter One: Shroud of the Dark Side
{Location: Jedi Temple, Coruscant}
An orb of blue and green, sitting peacefully in space. A beautiful planet, inhabited by a peaceful people. A peaceful people, dedicated to give back to those less fortunate...a planet of peace no one could possibly hate. Naboo.
An orb of blue and green, sitting in space. A peaceful planet, sitting at the mercy of orbiting ships of war. A beautiful planet, at the mercy of mechanic and alien invaders. A peaceful people, dying in prison camps not fit for a Hutt.
The young apprentice could see all this and more, he could see it as though he was there himself, witnessing the brutal Trade Federation occupation of the peaceful planet of Naboo. He could sense the suffering of her people, their fear of losing their freedom, of saying good-bye to all they knew, the things they held dear and near to them, he could sense their fear of dying under the rule of the greedy Neimoidians, and the magnitude of it all caused tears to well up in the young Jedi's eyes.
Suddenly the scene before his eyes changed and no longer was he receiving a tourist's view of Naboo but was now on ground level, inside a massive hanger full of sleek Naboo starfighters and dozens of battle droids.
He heard the sound of massive hanger doors hissing open and as he turned to look he saw two Jedi lightsabers, green and blue, burst into existence as blaster fire erupted all around him, and immediately he ducked for cover, only to realize he was quite safe...this wasn't real.
He recognized both of his fellow Jedi immediately...Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and both of them seemed to be fighting a purely defensive battle, protecting one person, a young woman, not much older than he, in a battle tunic wielding a single sleek blaster pistol, firing at the droids immediately nearest her.
"Annie, find cover, quick." Master Jinn ordered as the woman ordered her pilots to man their ships. A sandy-haired boy took off like a bolt of lightning from behind the Jedi Master, seeking shelter behind a container of starfighter fuel, and he couldn't help but wonder why a Jedi Master would bring an innocent child who was unable to defend himself into a battle zone.
The Naboo ships began taxiing towards the exit and then suddenly began taking off for space, the remaining freedom fighters ducking to avoid being hit as they flew overhead, and as the last of the fighters shot off for battle above he watched the sandy-haired boy called Annie race from his hiding place, apparently discovering that hiding behind a fuel container during a firefight wasn't the best of ideas, and he continued to watch as the boy took cover in the cockpit of one of the Naboo fighters that had not been claimed.
He watched the battle wind down for the next several minutes as the droids were cut down and at long last the band of freedom fighters retook control of the royal hanger. As everyone finished securing the hanger the woman whom Master Jinn and Obi-Wan had been protecting turned to regard a dark-skinned man in a guard's uniform.
"My guess is the Viceroy's in the throne room." She suggested.
"Red Group, Blue Group, everybody this way!" He shouted, motioning with his own pistol towards a second set of hanger doors that obviously led deeper into the Theed Palace. Everyone followed the pair, Master Jinn and his Padawan bringing up the rear.
"Hey, wait for me!" Annie shouted, standing up and preparing to jump down from his safe position in the ship's cockpit.
"Anakin, stay where you are; you'll be safe there." Master Jinn instructed sternly, his voice leaving little room for argument, and what little room he did leave for argument the boy seemed intent on taking for his own.
"But I-"
"Stay in that cockpit." This time the elderly Jedi Master left no room for argument, causing the boy to plop back down into the cockpit dejectedly.
As the group neared the hanger doors they suddenly slid open, and as they parted the group revealed a dark-robbed man standing with his head bowed, looking at the floor, and immediately a wave of dark, evil energy washed over him, causing his knees to buckle and his stomach to want to exit through his mouth, and the young apprentice soon found he couldn't help but move forward to get a better view of the figure, the figure that suddenly made him question everything he knew, question every last teaching the Jedi had bestowed upon him over the years...he could feel anger and hatred rising up as he remembered everyone who had picked on him when he was younger, when he had still yet to master his techniques and abilities with the Force...he took a deep breath and centered himself, remembering his teachings...he had just encountered the Dark Side of the Force.
The figure looked up at the approaching group of freedom fighters as they raised their blasters towards him, and immediately Kitch saw shocking, glowing yellow eyes set in a face of red and black tattoos, markings he recognized from the Archives as Sith Tattoos...his fellow Jedi were facing down a Sith Lord with no fear at all.
"We'll handle this." Master Jinn stated.
"We'll take the long way." The woman, now obviously a leading member of the Naboo government, said as she began leading her people away from the three Force-wielders.
Almost immediately a trio of wheel-like droids rolled into the hanger, blocking their way, but Kitch didn't pay attention to that battle; he was too focused on the coming duel between Jedi and Sith.
The Sith Lord extracted a longer-than-usual cylinder from his hilt and brought it horizontal, a bar of red energy igniting on its right side, and for a moment he couldn't help but wonder what style the enemy was using, for it was one he didn't recognize...until he realized a second bar of energy was going to emerge from the weapon's left side as well...and mere moments later it transformed into a double-bladed lightsaber, and as both Jedi ignited their own weapons the match was locked.
He watched as the two Jedi worked in tandem to drive the Sith Lord back, though he knew the dark figure was allowing it in an attempt to lead them further away from backup that could potentially destroy him.
The dark figure then somersaulted, using the Force to hurl a battle droid's disconnected head through the air and into a control panel, opening yet another hanger door, and the battle between good and evil only intensified as the three combatants entered a massive reactor room, one that seemed not to have a floor in sight, though there were dozens of catwalks extending all across the massive space in every direction.
He watched as both Jedi chased the Sith deeper and deeper into the Reactor Core, blue and green clashing against red as they fought to subdue their opponent.
Sadly for them, however, the Sith remained in control of the duel, knocking Obi-Wan several meters below with a massive strike, though Qui-Gon returned the favor in kind, allowing him to jump down after the Sith and thus close some of the distance between him and his apprentice.
The Sith was quick to return to his feet however, catching Master Jinn with a quick strike to the face that gave him the room he needed to stand again, and so the Jedi Master and Sith Lord viciously and quickly progressed down the catwalk, lightsabers flashing as Obi-Wan used the Force to propel himself onto the catwalk in an attempt to join his master, and again he used the Force to speed himself up in order to reach his master in time.
As the duel progressed down a corridor Obi-Wan quickly closed the distance, but before he could succeed in this endeavor red ray shields emerged into existence, cutting Obi-Wan off from Master Jinn and cutting the master off from the Sith, who attempted to attack the energy shield as Master Jinn shut off his saber and sank to the ground to meditate and center himself.
For several moments the young apprentice watched the scene below, as the Sith Lord waited for the shields to shut off so he could again continue the hunt, as Master Jinn patiently meditated, as Obi-Wan paced back and forth impatiently, more than ready to join his master.
The young apprentice could not believe the Force had allowed him to view this battle, the first known duel between a Jedi and Sith in over one thousand years, and it was even harder to try and come up with a reason as to why. He was no more special than any other Jedi, nowhere near the strongest, and most certainly not the smartest, and yet the Force was always showing him special visions, not of the future but of the present, and of the past.
Suddenly, after what seemed like an eternity, the shields shut off and immediately the Jedi Master reignited his weapon, as did his apprentice and the Sith Lord, and the battle was rejoined.
Master Jinn and the Sith made it out the other end of the corridor, now dueling along the edges of a deep pit, but as Obi-Wan approached the final shield generator it kicked back to life, the young Padawan Learner stopping just short of the deadly wall, now helpless as he watched his master battle against the Sith Lord all alone.
Qui-Gon Jinn was a powerful Jedi Master, and he had more experience in the field than most other Jedi, but he was just too old and too exhausted, not to mention the fourth Form, Ataru, was no match for the deadly Sith's powerful form of Juyo, though the young observer also suspected he might have some training in the twin-bladed form of Jar-Kai as well...Kitch knew that, unless Obi-Wan managed to intervene soon to assist his master the elderly Jedi would not last much longer against the Sith Lord who was in his prime.
And then it happened. The Sith Lord brought his weapon's elongated hilt up and under, slamming it into Master Jinn's chin, knocking him back and momentarily stunning him, and before he could react the Sith Lord reversed and slid his blade right through Master Jinn's abdomen, and though he saw Obi-Wan's lips move in a horrified scream the Padawan's scream was drowned out by the observer's own yell of horror...
Jedi Apprentice Kitch Surik, all of eleven years old, woke with a start. His chest heaving as his heart raced his eyes dashed around the room, desperate to assist his fellow apprentice, but he quickly realized he was unable to do so, for at that moment he was sitting up on his small cot in his quarters at the Jedi Temple, far away from the planet of Naboo.
His body told him he needed sleep, having gone through a tremendous physical amount of training earlier that day, but no matter what he might try his mind refused to allow him to do so; he was awake for the foreseeable future, and nothing he could do would change that.
He could not understand why the Force chose to show him these visions, as unusual as they were. They weren't usually visions of the future, as was normal, but rather visions of the present. He sighed as he exited his quarters, not bothering to gather his training lightsaber; not even the Masters could explain why he was having these visions, other than the time-old explanation about the Will of the Force.
He'd long since given up on finding the answer himself. He had spent countless hours combing through the Jedi Archives, his true home, looking for cases of other Jedi who had possessed similar visions, but to no avail; not a single Jedi in over twenty-five thousand years had ever reported being shown visions of not the future but of the present, and as such he'd surrendered himself to the fact that he was the first, and thus there would be many questions he'd likely never have answered about his powers.
Oddly enough, however, it wasn't the vision itself that had Kitch so on-edge, but rather what he'd seen within. The Zabrak warrior had worn ancient Sith tattoos, markings not seen in the galaxy in over one thousand years. He'd used a double-bladed lightsaber, a weapon created by the Sith Lord Exar Kun thousands of years ago, a weapon almost always used by the Dark Lords of the Sith. And the Force presence...Kitch shuddered; he still felt tainted by the call of the dark powers that being had owned. He had felt it beckon to him, promising him power as he'd never known, and though they had been separated by thousands of light-years he still felt weak and vulnerable to such power.
If his feelings were true, if what he'd seen had really happened, then the Sith had returned, as powerful as ever, and they had slain one of the most powerful Jedi currently alive.
Sliding out of his bunk he took off for the exit to his room, not stopping to collect his training lightsaber; he never used it, not even in training; if, in the unlikely event he ran into trouble, he would not use it.
As the young apprentice exited his quarters and set off, not really considering any destination in particular, he reflected once more on his 'unique' approach to lightsaber combat and his dedication to what was commonly referred to by his fellow Jedi as Form Zero. He never activated his weapon, not even in the most dire of circumstances, because, in the young apprentice's view, the Jedi had come to rely far to much on their weapons, diminishing the powers of the Force. Whereas Jedi were commonly called on because of their affinity with the Force they were now often called in because few could withstand battle against the lightsaber, that most mythical of weapons. He hoped that, as his training progressed and he became ever more skilled, others would heed his example and the warning lying therein, realizing that a Jedi's true power and authority came not from that weapon but from the mystical oneness of the Force.
However, the road to that destiny seemed to be paved with potholes and mines. While he had been considered advanced for his age, being put into classes with students much older than himself, his progress had since been limited. He was currently ranked near the bottom of his class, and at that rate he would never be taken on as a Padawan Learner, being resigned instead to a life working with the AgriCorps, any Jedi apprentice's worst nightmare come true. Sure, the AgriCorps and other branches of Jedi service to which dropouts from the Temple were assigned were considered a proud and noble work, but it still didn't compare to the prestige and pride that came with being called a Jedi Knight.
In all of his thoughts the young apprentice only just noticed that he'd arrived at his favorite spot in the entire galaxy; the Room of A Thousand Fountains, easily the Temple's calmest place; if anything could help him escape the taint of that Zabrak Sith Lord then it would be his favorite, secluded spot, in the depths of the Fountains.
Kitch wasted no time in getting to the spot of which he was now thinking. An old tree bent down over one of the larger ponds formed at the base of one of the cascading waterfalls, and it was under the large tree's massive trunk that Kitch Surik found solitude at long last.
He closed his eyes and quickly found his center, taking deep, calming breaths as he focused on that center, and with the cool mist created by the water crashing into the pond of water washing over him it wasn't long at all before the effects of his brush with the Dark Side began to fade away, allowing him to feel like a Jedi once more. Unfortunately, it also allowed him to discover that he wasn't alone.
The presence in the Force he felt burned like a supernova all alone in the galaxy, easily outshining anything or anyone else that was within several kilometers of their position. Kitch shuddered involuntarily; if something was preventing the Grand Master of the Jedi Order from sleeping then it was obviously worse than any child could fathom...and then Kitch discovered there was a third Jedi nearby.
"Master Yoda." A woman's voice acknowledged respectfully, clearly startled by the aging Jedi Master's presence. "I didn't mean to startle you, my master...I'll leave-"
"Leave, you will not, Jedi Kavar." Yoda countered kindly. "Sense your anxiety well, I do. Come, take a seat and tell me of your worries, you shall."
"Of course, my master." The female Jedi Knight answered, and as their footsteps echoed throughout the Room of a Thousand Fountains Kitch did his best to pull up the face of the newly-knighted Lor Kavar.
He'd only seen her once or twice, during his walks throughout the Temple. She was barely 23 standard years of age, her sleek black hair kept up in a lose ponytail that fell past the middle of her back...it was rumored that her skills with the lightsaber rivaled those of her former master, Jedi Master Mace Windu.
"So, what keeps you up late this night, hmmm?" Yoda asked, kindly listening as the much younger Jedi Knight spoke.
"I've felt a disturbance in the Force, master." She explained. "It was like a sun that's burnt bright and hot for millions of years suddenly just winking out of existence. No warning, no supernova, just poof, gone in the blink of an eye, replaced by a great darkness, a darkness that can't be penetrated by anything, a darkness darker than even the blackest Black Hole."
The young apprentice's jaw crashed into the floor; he'd felt that precise same thing the moment that Sith Lord had impaled Master Jinn-
"Felt it too, I did." Yoda answered sadly. "Occurred, a terrible tragedy has. Lost one of our own, the Jedi have."
"But who?" Jedi Kavar asked. "Which of our Jedi has been slain?"
"Answer this question well, our young guest can."
"Master?"
"Alone, Jedi Kavar, we are not...overheard, our conversation has been. Come out, you may Apprentice Surik."
Kitch considered his chances. He was discovered and as such could no longer just sit there and do nothing, but if he surrendered to the two grown Jedi then he'd likely get in trouble for being up after hours...his only other option, though, would be take off running for the pool nearest him, jump in, and escape through the underwater tunnels...
"An unwise decision, running would be, hmmm?" Yoda asked with one of his trademark laughs.
"I apologize, Master Yoda; the only other Jedi I sense is you-"
"Your old hiding spot, Apprentice Surik has long ago discovered. If a Gundark he had been, bitten you, he would have."
The sound of footsteps again echoed throughout the fountains, and knowing it was done a pair of booted legs appeared in his vision, blocking his escape, and a moment later a woman's face peered into the hole, kindness and concern the only noticeable emotions in her hazel eyes.
Jedi Knight Lor Kavar said nothing but offered him a hand, which he reluctantly took, allowing the older Knight to pull him from his favorite spot.
"Relax, you should, hmmm?" Yoda asked as Lor led him to where she and the Grand Master had been sitting. "In trouble, you are not."
"I apologize for eavesdropping on you, Grand Master." Kitch apologized, taking a seat between the two. "I was...distracted."
"Share with us, you should, the reason you awoke early from your slumber."
"It was nothing, Master Yoda; I do not wish to waste your time with mere nightmares-"
"Wish to hear this, I do not." Yoda countered. "Waiting to hear, I am, of these nightmares you have suffered."
Kitch considered whether or not to tell Yoda the truth about his most recent set of visions. While most of his masters considered these to be actual visions and not just dreams, Kitch had often forced himself into believing that his visions were just dreams, something one would never waste the Grand Master's time with-
"Suffered more visions, you have." Yoda said, surprising the young apprentice. He had said more in that sentence, meaning he knew about some of Kitch's previous visions-
"Grand Master of the Jedi Order, I am." Yoda continued. "Won this job in a raffle, I did not. Kept well informed by your instructors of your visions, I have been."
"I apologize, Master Yoda." Kitch said, realizing all too late the trap he'd walked into. "I was arrogant and foolish for believing my masters would keep these visions to themselves."
"Visions?" Lor Kavar asked, finally interrupting the dialogue. "You mean premonitions, right?"
"Visions of the future's possible routes, premonitions show us. Hmmm. Apprentice Surik's visions, of the present they are, not the future."
"I saw the planet Naboo." Kitch explained. "Master Qui-Gon was there, with a boy and his Padawan Learner, Obi-Wan."
"Hmmm. Yes, serve you well, your visions do. Assigned to protect the Nabbo queen, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi have been."
"They were fighting the Trade Federation battle droids." Kitch continued, pressing on through what he could remember of the vision. "Not attacking, just defending...but then there was a dark figure, a powerful warrior...a Lord of the Sith."
"It could only have been a nightmare." Lor cut him off kindly. "Kitch, the Sith Lords have been-"
"Extinct for over a thousand years." Kitch finished. "Yes, Master Kavar, I know, but the tattooed warrior I saw was a Sith; there's no other possible explanation for it."
"Interested, I am, in hearing of your logic in this conclusion, young one."
"It's the only thing that makes sense, Master Yoda." Kitch answered, ticking off his reasons one-by-one on his left hand. "He wore the tattoos of the Sith, he used a red, double-bladed lightsaber, like the one invented by Jedi-turned-Sith Exar Kun thousands of years ago, his presence was the darkest I've ever felt, and he fought with a style like a Sith."
"Tattoos, lightsabers, and fighting skills can be reproduced and duplicated." Lor Kavar responded, dismissing Kitch's reasoning.
"Correct, Jedi Kavar, you are, but no doubt there is; true, Qui-Gon was, in his assumption that the mysterious foe from Tatooine was a Sith Lord. Returned, they have."
"Master Yoda, with all due respect, how could the Dark Lords have returned without the Council knowing of it?"
"Shrouded, is the future; clouds everything, the Dark Side does. Troubling, it is, that foresee the return of the Sith Lords we could not see. Hmmm."
"Master," Kitch interrupted, unable to stop himself any longer. "Have you had any recent contact from Naboo?"
"Heard from Obi-Wan, we just did. Joined the Force, Qui-Gon Jinn has, as has his Sith attacker."
"Can I ask how the duel on Naboo ended?" Kitch asked slowly, hoping to the Force he wasn't overstepping his boundaries.
"Killed, Master Qui-Gon was, but defeated their Sith attacker, Obi-Wan has."
"Obi-Wan defeated a Sith Lord?" Lor asked, taken aback. "I'm not trying to take anything away from him, my master, because I of all people know how great of a Jedi Obi-Wan is, but for an apprentice to lose his master and still destroy a Lord of the Sith-"
"Surprised us all, young Kenobi has. Only a true Jedi Knight, fully in tune with the Force, could have defeated a Dark Lord of the Sith. Decided, the Council has, to Knight him."
"He'll like that." Lor commented. "And after Naboo I would also have to say he earned it."
"Agree with you, Jedi Kavar, I do; deserve this, Obi-Wan Kenobi does."
"What of the boy?" Lor asked. "Rumor has it that Qui-Gon believed he found the Chosen One on the dust ball known as Tatooine."
"Clouded is young Skywalker's future-"
"The little boy who was with Master Jinn and Obi-Wan on Naboo?" Kitch asked, a new piece to the puzzle now fitting together. "The last I saw of him he took cover in the cockpit of an unused Naboo fighter-"
"Used the Naboo fighter well, young Skywalker did. Surprised us as well, he did."
"The boy flew an N-1 into combat?" Lor asked incredulously.
"Fought against the Trade Federation, young Skywalker did. Landed his craft in the main hanger of the droid control ship, he did, and used a proton torpedo to blow the ship's main reactor. Strong with the Force, Anakin Skywalker is." As Yoda finished speaking, his ears flopped down closer to his head, as though he didn't like what he was thinking.
"Master," Kitch said, speaking carefully. "You seem troubled."
"Agree with Anakin Skywalker's training as a Jedi, I do not. Clouded is his future, and grave danger I sense in his training. Hmm. Disagree with me, the Council does. Accepted the child for training as a Jedi Knight, they have."
"He looked to be almost ten years old!" Kitch exclaimed. "I know we've had Jedi join at much older ages, but the circumstances were dire and-"
"Made its decision, the Jedi Council has; change that, I cannot. Trust in the Force, we must, and in Obi-Wan's training."
"Master?" Lor asked.
"Informed us, Obi-Wan has, that wish to oversee young Skywalker's training, he does, in accordance with his fallen master's final wishes. Leaving in five hours, the Council is, to join Obi-Wan on Naboo for Qui-Gon's funeral pyre and to take custody of Viceroy Gunray and his remaining lieutenants. Joining us, our new Chancellor is."
"Master Yoda," Kitch continued. "Do you believe Palpatine will be able to seed out corruption in the Senate?"
"Again, young one, clouded is the future. His intentions, well they are, but unknown it is if succeed he will. Know I do, though, hmmm, that need sleep, young Kitch, you do."
Kitch recognized his dismissal, surprised that he had been allowed to listen in on such a high-leveled conversation, something Yoda seemed to sense.
"Trust, I do, that between us this conversation will stay, hmm?"
"Of course, Master Yoda, you have my word."
"Gifts from the Force are your unique visions, Apprentice Surik. In time, learn to control them, you will."
"Good night, Master Yoda, Master Kavar, and thank you for speaking with me. I do feel better now."
Both Jedi bad the young apprentice farewell as he turned and headed back for his quarters, his heart heavy at the loss of a Jedi Master but his mind feeling better after the talk with his two fellow Jedi.
"Assuming, I am, that prepared for your next mission, you are." Yoda said once he and Lor Kavar were alone once more.
"I am, in most ways." Lor admitted. "I plan on visiting the Archives again before leaving out for Termina, make sure I have the most information possible on my assignment."
"Now that returned, the Sith have, more important than ever your mission has become."
"Master, the Council only just assigned me this mission; is it because Qui-Gon believed he was attacked on Tatooine by a Sith Lord?"
Yoda nodded. "Feels, the Council does, that the information hidden in the sublevels of the ancient enclave on Termina could help us defend against the second Sith Lord."
"There's a second Sith?"
"Always two, there are; no more, no less. Hmm. A master, and an apprentice."
"Which one was destroyed though, the master, or the apprentice?"
"Elude us all, this knowledge does."
"Well, when I get the texts from the enclave and bring them back then we can study them and find this second Dark Lord."
"A dangerous mission, this will be, even for a Jedi Knight. Perhaps an apprentice, you should take...a fine Padawan, our young Apprentice Surik would make you, hmmm?"
"Force no!" Lor found herself exclaiming. "Master Yoda, I've only been a Jedi Knight for a few months, if that; I'm not ready to train an apprentice! Besides, the boy's only, what, ten?"
"Eleven." Yoda corrected. "And age matters not."
"With all due respect, Master Yoda, to both you and Apprentice Surik, I've heard stories about the boy."
"Trust all rumors, you should not, young one."
"Master Drallig recently told me that the boy has never even activated his training saber, to the point that it costs him in training."
"Dedicated to Form Zero, the boy is."
"Perhaps too dedicated. Don't get me wrong, Master Yoda, I know the Jedi who dedicate themselves to this form are intimate with the knowledge of when to draw their blades and when not to, but the kid seems to have only gotten the last half of that right."
Yoda nodded his head. "Much to learn, the child still has, yes, and who better to teach him, Jedi Kavar?"
"Master, if I took an apprentice it would be one I would be able to trust in combat or in dangerous situations like what I'll be in on Termina, not a Padawan I'd have to protect in addition to myself."
"Surprise you, young Surik can, if given the chance he is. Intimate, he is, with the knowledge found within our Archives. Expect him to one day surpass her, Madame Jocasta does."
"That's fine and all, Master Yoda, and if the boy succeeds then I would be extremely proud of him, but even if I were ready to take on a Padawan it would not be Kitch Surik, especially on a mission like this."
"Much to learn, Jedi Kavar, you still have." Yoda chuckled as he slid off of the log-turned-seat. "And learn this lesson, you will." And with those words the Grand Master of the Jedi Order hobbled away, leaving the stunned Jedi Knight alone with her thoughts.
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