AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think I am scaring my sister by writing about the Bounty Hunters all the time. Oh well. It's fun. She probably thinks that I am turning evil or something. Oh well.
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Through My Father's Eyes
by Mona Lisa
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A second is so small an amount of time that it is difficult to believe that one second of time can change the direction of your life. Dad always taught me that one second could make the difference between life and death. I always kept that in mind during my training, and I remembered it when I watched him fight the Jedi.
He had chosen the wrong moment to attack. He told me to hide, then flew to the arena floor with his jet pack. As soon as his feet hit the floor, the Reek came after him. A dark skinned jedi that the Reek had been charging dove out of the way and charged instead at Dad. I winced as the Reek's massive horn hit him and sent him flying. The Reek charged at him again, trampling him. His armor protected him as he rolled and a second later he was back on his feet. He pulled his blaster from it's holster on his leg and shot the Reek in its throat. I yelled in triumph as the Reek fell to the ground, dead. Dad could defeat anyone and anything.
Dad fired his blaster at the dark skinned jedi, who gracefully deflected his assaults with a few twirls of his light saber. I watched in admiration as they fought. I wished I could be down there, fighting the jedi alongside my Dad. But I couldn't. Dad had given me strict orders to stay where I was.
And then it happened. A single second changed my life forever.
Dad misstepped, and in an instant, the jedi had swiftly brought his light saber across my father's shoulders. His helmet flew off his shoulders and landed not far from the dead Reek as his body slowly fell to the ground. I leaned forward from my hiding place, not believing what I was seeing. The world seemed to slow as he fell, and I felt a cry build up in my throat.
The world was lost to me. The sounds of the battles raged on, but I only saw, played over and over again in my minds eye, the Jedi killing my father, his helmet flying, and his body sinking to the ground. It couldn't be true. Dad was invincible. No one could beat him! This was all some cruel and elaborate trick!
When I again grew aware of the battle in the arena, the Clones had destroyed many of the droids and were airlifting the Jedi to another location. I ran from my hiding place and frantically searched the arena below.
"Dad! Dad?" I called as I ran from one burning pile of carcass to another. He couldn't be dead. My head refused to accept it. In my heart, I knew it was the truth simply because he did not come when I called.
As the sounds of battle still raged on outside the arena, my worst fears were confirmed and my nightmare became my reality. I saw the helmet and sank into the sand beside it.
"Oh, Dad." I muttered over and over. I picked the helmet up in my hands and, not ready to see the expression that might lay beneath it, placed my forehead to the top of the helmet. I wanted to cry, but I did not. I felt the tears come, but I did not let them fall.
Men did not cry.
A sudden anger burnt through my body. The Jedi had done this. They had killed my father, the only person in the galaxy that meant anything to me. I felt a deep hatred for the jedi then. I looked at the helmet in my hands and softly, I made a pledge. I would kill them. I would avenge my father's death. I would kill them all if it took the rest of my life.
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I actually have a question. Why am I writing about the Bounty
Hunters? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, even somewhat. Please review!!!
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