Disclaimer: All the places and characters belong to George
Lucas except for Keyn, Shen and the Senator.
Acknowledgements: Thanks to Padawan Nik/kan and my brother
for working out the plot with me.
Prologue
The black-clad stranger moved easily through the
busy crowd. He was a powerfully built
man of about thirty, wearing knee-high travel boots and a black
flightsuit. His alert, dark-brown eyes
flickered here and there as he walked along the crowded streets. Shoulder-length, jet-black hair had been
tamed and tied back with a leather thong, and a fairly long, grey, metal
cylinder hung from his utility belt.
The stranger's keen eyes picked out
his intended target, and he began to move purposefully yet discreetly towards
it, never taking his eyes off a certain long-haired woman dressed in a
senator's aide's pale-white robes. He
stalked the woman for the next fifteen minutes as she threaded her way through
the crowd, carefully concealing his actions from her.
The senator's aide walked briskly
down the crowded streets, then turned into a darkened alley, perhaps a
shortcut. She was obviously hurrying
somewhere, and her anxiety conveyed itself to her stalker. The stranger sensed her mood and smiled
grimly, it was good to be the hunter.
The dangerous game he played challenged his senses and presented an
omnipresent danger of becoming the hunted instead. He liked living on the edge and doing something, not just
standing around when something could be done.
He jerked himself away from his
rampant thoughts and focused on the task ahead. The man slipped away silently, as quiet and lithe as a
panther. He moved quickly along an
alley running parallel to the first one, then cut across an open space to hide
in a dark corner. The aide would
definitely pass him in little while.
The stranger waited patiently
until, presently, his keen hearing picked up the soft tread of feet on the hard
ground. He tensed as the woman moved
past him with short, dainty steps, obviously pre-occupied with her own
problems. A calculated jump landed the
man straight in the aide's path.
The fair-skinned woman barely had
time to cry out in surprise before the stranger jammed a blaster pistol under
her chin. His voice was soft and yet
harsh at the same time as he spoke:
"Listen, I know who you are. Take this message to Senator Jy'are: She has
one week to release all the Rebellion prisoners. The Rebel leaders are being courteous. After one week, they will take the Senator hostage and demand the
prisoners' release."
"Who … are you?" the aide stammered
as the stranger released her and strode away.
She got no answer, but noticed a dull, metal cylinder swing from his
belt. A lightsabre – the weapon of the
Jedi.
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I don't know whether I should write more…
