Title: Forever Lost (Part 1/? of Chapter 1/3)
Summary: Eimur Ragaski was one of the few Jedi to break away from the
Order. But now, many years after the fall of the Republic and the Clone
War, Eimur is on the run from the Empire and hopes to take refuge of
Tatooine. Unfortunately, when he receives a call from an old acquantice,
nothing could prepare him for the adventure he was about to embark upon.
Genre: Star Wars
Ratings: A/U, cursing, violence, Han/Eimur slash, but NO sex.
Time Period: Mention of episodes 1-3, starts with Episode 4
Disclaimer: My Chars are MY possesion, and my possesion ONLY!! Everybody
else belongs to George Lucas and Lucasfilm Ltd., and ONLY them. I'm just
borrowing them to play with for a while.
He sighed boredly, tapping his fingers on one of the round tables inside the Mos Eisley Cantina with the beat of the tune which the ever-present band was playing. The force seemed a tad disturbed as of late, showing that something significant would be happening in the future. The wanderer wasn't quite sure wether it was the near future or not, but he was fairly certain that whatever happened would be for the best and wouldn't put the universe even deeper into turmoil. 'If only the poor guy had listened to his teachers, none of this woulda happened...' he thought with a small sigh and a brief shake of his head. With a glance at his galactic timer, he sighed more heavily and rested his head upon his now crossed arms. Eirum had been awaiting the arrival of an old friend of his who had suddenly contacted him that very day and had asked the rarely seen wanderer, who had just happened to be on Tatooine at the time, to meet him here, in this disgusting pothole literally dripping with deceit and trickery. It was rare that he even think about comming to a place such as this, but the tone in his companion's voice had seemed urgent. "Hey, you! No driods! They'll have to stay outside!" yelled the barkeeper at a few newcomers, causing Eimur to raise his head and blink at the new arrivals. 'Finally!!' he thought, up-nodding towards the older man in the group when he met his gaze. The two driods which had caused the brief uproar had, indeed, gone back outside, undoubtably planning on waiting a short time, or they would have argued more. He smiled at the two approaching humans, and beconned for them to take a seat. The eldest of the pair immediately took a seat, while his younger- that face looked incredibly farmilliar to him- companion joined at a more cautious pace. "Took you long enough. I've been waiting here for nearly an hour," he reprimanded, though his tone suggested that he was teasing. "My, my. You have, indeed, changed little over the past... How many years?" Obi Wan Kenobi replied, his tone mildly happy, though there was an underlying urgency in his tone. "Twenty. Now, you must be in a hurry. What is it you need from me?" "A ship, if you can get one. That, and yourself." "Is that all? Well, you're in luck, my friend. There's a smuggler on the far end of the bar, don't know his name, but he just got back from a recent mission. He'll probably be up to gettin you outta here quickly enough. Besides, I don't have a ship, and little money to buy transport, so I'll go with you, no prob. The question now is, what are you guys doing, exactly?" Obi Wan smiled before shaking his head, eyes glinting with remembrance. "You are the same, ambitious man who I fought next to all those years ago. We are going to a planet called Alderaan, and I need your services, Eimur, to help me train this lad. His name is Luke Skywalker." Eimur blinked in surprise, his eyes widening before he glanced at the young man sitting quietly next to Obi Wan. So THAT's why he had looked so farmiliar! A broad grin suddenly broke out upon his face before he started chuckling slightly at the irony of it all. "Well, well, well.... I never thought I'd see another Skywalker again in my lifetime. Well, I've only had a couple pupils, but I should be able to train him well enough. I'm hoping you both have lightsabers?" Eimur seemed to be almost ecstatic about training another Jedi; it had been nearly two hundred years since he had had a padawan to train. "Hold on a second... What do you mean 'another Skywalker?'" Luke finally spoke up, his voice clear and unwavering, though the young man seemed quite shy. "Oh. I almost forgot to introduce my friend. Luke, this is Eimur Ragaski, a great Jedi in his time," answered Obi Wan, grinning slightly under his white beard. "Pleasure. I know about your family, Luke, 'cus I knew your father. Great man, your father..." He glanced at Obi Wan out of the corner of his eye before sighing and shaking his head, sinking back into the cushioned seat. "Those were the good 'ol days..." "Well, I had better go and talk to that smuggler. You two can stay and chat if you wish," inserted Obi Wan, standing and already beginning to stride towards where the other Jedi had indicated earlier. "Have fun." replied Eimur, smirking. When the other Jedi had reached the table that a gruff looking smuggler and a large Wookie were sitting leisurely at, the wandering Jedi returned his gaze to the young man across from him, his long, sapphire colored hair tumbling across his shoulders despite its confining ponytail. "So, Luke, what do you want to ask me?" "You're good. I can tell. Just like old Ben over there. Is this what all Jedi are like?" he asked, slight awe in his voice. "Most of them, yes. It depends on their skills using the force. Every Jedi can use the force. It's only the truly dedicated ones that get as skilled as Obi Wan. Yes... My Master held him in high esteem, yes he did..." "That's interesting... I suppose the Jedi are a dying legend now, though." "That's what it seems to the younger generation, but I know people who sincerely think the Jedi will return with great momentum. I, personally, think it may happen someday." "Did all Jedi work for the old Republic back then? I mean... There were 'rogue' Jedi who didn't follow orders, weren't there?" "...There were a few... The lost twenty, they were called..." Eimur whispered softly, eyes slightly downcast. "Were... were you one of them...?"Luke asked timidly. Eimur was about to answer when Obi Wan returned, placing his hands on the table to draw their attention. "I've gotten passage on the ship of a smuggler named Han Solo. We'll be leaving shortly, so I suggest you sell your speeder for the highest price you can, Luke." "...I understand..." ~*~ Meanwhile... on a planet called Ythgah... "Kenotahn! We leave shortly. If Eimur were still alive, he would have contacted you by now. He was obviously overcome by the Empirial troups which unexpectantly veered towards Tattoine. His death is-"began a tall, burly pilot, his four arms gesturing wildly. "Quiet! You speak of him as if he has been killed, yet he has not. You are a fool to believe that one of the most renowned of the lost ones to be killed so easily. It is no simple feat to destroy a Jedi of his prowess. Besides, I still feel his presense strong within the force. Master Eimur is quite alive." snapped Kenotahn, his deep blue robes whipping about him in the severe wind of an appraoching summer storm. "Now get onboard. We should be on our way to Courascant." "Y, yes sir." the burly alien stammered quickly lumbering away as fast as he could. Kenotahn Dramath returned his gaze to the sea crashing far below as the storm began to gain momentum. He turned his gaze to the dark, onyx sky above and shook his head, a flash of amber, cat-like eyes shinning from underneath his hood before he strode swiftly towards his awaiting ship and the path which would take him as close to his friend as he could manage. 'I pray that you do not require my aid, Eimur...' ~*~ Eimur sighed heavily, hands behind his head, as he rocked back and forth on his heels, watching Han and Chewbaca continue to prepare their ship, the Millenium Falcon, for liftoff. He always got bored easily, and waiting for fifteen minutes with nothing to do but watch repairs and preparations sure was dull. With a roll of his eyes at a sarcastic remark thrown at him from the smuggler's direction, he padded over to where he was having trouble reaching a device which had fallen into the hull of the large ship. "Sorry, bud, but, considering you have those almighty Jedi powers, you can probably get that device for me, eh?" Han sneered, moving away from the area to allow the fifteenth member of the lost twenty room to work. "Whatever, smuggler. I am not a Jedi, even if I was trained in the arts. This job is far too easy however..." Eimur shot back, moving his hand over the area of the lost object. The tool immediately jittered briefly against the bottom of the deep compartment before flinging to his hand where he handed it smugly over to a stunned Han. "Be more careful." The ex-Jedi strode away, quite aware of the other man's gaze upon his back. He felt, more than saw, Han shake his head before returning to his work, flinging cautious glances in the older man's direction every so often. Eimur rolled his eyes before removing his lightsaber from his belt, touching the modified saber admiringly, considering he hadn't used it for quite some time. He ignited the blade, leaving the modified expansion prongs still latched at the side, gazing intently at the pale yellow blade in remembrance. Eimur once again felt Han's surprised gaze on him and he laughed, swinging the blade slightly. "It has been quite some time since I used this baby..." He flicked his wrist slightly, spinning the glowing blade in an arc. "I'm, in a way, hoping for a fight. What about you, Mister Solo?" "Uh... Yeah, I suppose... Though only if the odds are good," muttered the pilot, returning to his work and grumbling quietly, though not quietly enough that Eimur's Geelan ears didn't hear, that this Jedi was asking for trouble. "I am, no I'm begging for it. The last fight I was in was in the Clone Wars, you know..." "Damn Jedi senses to Hell!" Cursed the smuggler before an audiable thunk and cry of pain was heard, causing the rogue Jedi to chuckle. "It's not funny, dammit! Damn... all this because of a renegade Jedi with a cocky attitude..." "What, don't like a dose of your own medicine, Han?" "Shut UP!" Chewbaca chose that moment to thud loudly down the ramp, his feet causing just enough noise to cause both men to look at him. The Wookie grunted a few things, waving his arms before going back inside, ducking under one of the lower bars. Eimur laughed while Solo's scowl merely deepened. "Yeah, Solo... Be nice to me!" "Shut up..." the smuggler grumbled, continuing to work, but, upon accomplishing his task, turned to watch the graceful Jedi fight and invisible enemy with his pale lightsaber, parrying and thrusting as if he were truly fighting some unseen foe. Han was lost to the world as he watched, his fingers twitching as if in anticipation of holding a saber of their own and becoming the foe which was not there. He watched every move intently, but most of all, he watched the Jedi's face. It had a graceful beauty all its own, with a sterness that came from a need to defend or strike against an enemy. Of course, he saw the brief and well hidden glances cast in his direction, but seemed to take no notice, hoping the Jedi would approach him on the situation. The lightsaber seemed to be a marvelous tool indeed, unable to fire bolt like a blaster, but able to reflect them back at a foe if needed. Han suddenly realised he wanted to know more about the Jedi and their traditions; how to use a lightsaber, their culture, and even about just Eimur himself. It was a hobby which would grow eventually over time, though he did not realise it. Finally, Eimur suddenly stopped, his lightsaber flicking off before he rose from his stance, sliding the weapon inside his belt before turning to face Han, his eyes boring into the other man. He had known the smuggler's eyes to be upon him, and it had been slightly unnerving. He had seen looks like that before, and he did not like nor appreciate them. What right did others have to his past? It was his, after all, and his alone to view and enjoy. "Did you enjoy watching me?" he asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer that may come. "I've just never seen a Jedi in action before." the smuggler replied, his eyes still slightly wide from awe, his mask of mocking sarcasm gone for the moment. "Now you have, though I am hardly the best in existance. Why are you so interested in us? I thought you disbelieved our existance." As soon as he had said it, Eimur mentally smacked himself for saying it. "I did. But, you're material proof, I spose... It's just weird that such an old culture still exists..." Eimur was about to answer before he turned slightly just as the door to the hangar opened, Obi Wan Kenobi and Luke entering and, without a word, bording the Falcon. After they had gone, the ex-Jedi returned his glance toward Han, his eyes stoic and devoid of the odd mix of emotions swirling within him. "If you wish to ask me more, do so in private. I do not wish to speak about my past around a renowned member of the Jedi Order. Kenobi does not enjoy my presence I'm afraid. Designate a time, and I'll come to your qaurters." "Aight..." muttered the pilot as he boarded his ship, soon followed by Chewbaca. Eimur sighed, shacking his head at the unpredictable young man before also boarding the ship in a sweep of blue robes which he had taken a liking to as of late. He seated himself in the common area with the two droids from earlier, buckling one of the restraining belts around his waist before beginning a quite inteligent conversation with the droid who called himself C-3PO. Suddenly, the Jedi narrowed his eyes just as they jumped into hyperspace. 'Was that.... Anakin? Why would he be in this part of space..? There's something Obi Wan is keeping from me...' ~*~ His deep blue robes billowed behind him as he strode towards the communication station on Corascant. The glances cast at him by people wandering the streets were not noticed, for his purpose was of the utmost importance to the organization known as the Rebellion. The proximity of the Empire's forces left him relying on one person; Eimur Ragaski. The youthful Herlaiqin pulled back the the hood of his robes upon reaching the safe confines of the elevator shaft which was steadily lifting him to his destination, revealing a flash of silver, short cut hair pulled back slightly into a small ponytail, a braid trailing down the right side of his face and onto his shoulder as well. His amber, cat-like eyes chanced a glance outside of the transparisteel tube, spotting the would-be assasin that had been following him all morning, searching for an opening to enflict the fatal blow upon the Padawan. He sneered slightly in disgust before returning his gaze to the dreerily grey walls before him, awaiting his stop. Kenotahn sighed in relief when the doors slid open and nobody looked up at him at all, paying him no heed. Striding down the halls to the main office, many smiled and waved joyously, for it had been a while since they had seen him, especially in these dangerous times. He caught one of the secretaries scuttling about by the arm and asked her to inform the manager of his arrival. "Alright, Tannie..." She grinned brightly, bustling off down the hall and leaving a flustered Kenotahn behind. "I told you not to call me that!!" he called after her, slightly indignantly, since he was now over twenty five. "I know!" The irritated Padawan sat on one of the waiting chairs with a huff, his eyes rolling slightly in exaspiration. "I swear... I'm not the child they believe me to be..." He glanced up sharply when he sensed a disturbance in the force before quickly raising his hand before his face and stopping a dart from implanting itself in his throat. He scowled, noting his carelessness before carefully placing the toxic dart in one of the many hidden pouches within his robes. He then easily cast a force thrust in the direction of his ever-trailing assasin, knocking him free of his hand hold upon the building and sending him plumeting down onto the awaiting streets. Kenotahn sighed heavily before sitting back in his seat, closing his eyes. "I hate killing things. Why can't people just leave me alone?" he muttered, guilt evident in his tone. "Becuase, Kenotahn, you are the last of the Jedi and have many enemies," came a slightly garbled voice from close to his ear. The young Padawan started slightly before growling slightly, touching the miniature communicator in his ear slightly. Taking the remote microphone from his pocket, he placed it carefully between two of his fingers and positioning it before his mouth. He glared death at the metal piece briefly before replying, "Dammit, don't do that." "Sorry, my young apprentice, but we have more urgent things to move on to..." ~*~ "Like what? You're the one who dissapeared off the charts without word, not me." came the hauty retort from the com unit. Eimur sighed, leaning back again the wall he was standing before, before shaking his head slightly; this young man was impossible at times. "Listen, Kenotahn. I was called by an old friend of mine from the Order. I'm on a mission with him, and I am training Jedi, so calm down," reprimanded the ex-master to the Padawan. "I understand. How long will you be delayed? Master Yoda wishes to speak with us again." "I will be there as soon as I can get there. I will bring a pupil for him to train soon enough. Tell him that it will be a while before I manage to get to communicate with him. There's is much I need to teach yet." "Yes, Master. Oh, by the way, I have a question. Do you believe I am ready to be a Jedi? May I undertake the trials?" asked the Padawan through the com link, sounding quite sincere. Eimur smiled faintly at the youth's determination to live up to his Master's expectations. "Yes. I just have not had time to arrange a trial for you." "Thank you, Master Eimur. I must be going. They'll trace me if I stay in contact much longer." "I understand. May the force be with you, Kenotahn." "And you, Master Eimur." Eimur immediately ended the transmition, placing the transmitter in his pocket and grinning slightly in the memory of Kenotahn when he was younger, so eager to learn and to please... He had been adorable to say the least, and he wondered jokingly what had happened. He searched the force for Han Solo, moving towards where he was sitting in the cockpit alone. 'Good.' he thought. 'I wish to speak with him in private anyway.' He reached the entrance quickly enough, keying for it open before stepping inside, immediately taking a seat next to a startled Han. He reclined back slightly in the chair, closing his eyes and sighing softly. He sensed the other man's confused gaze upon him, as if asking what the Jedi wanted. Eimur immediately opened his eyes, turning them towards the smuggler, and answering the question. "You said you wanted to know more. Here I am. Ask me all you wish." Han Solo steeled his nerves slightly before ask he did. The pilot first began asking about the basics, not wishing to pry into the Jedi's past quite yet. He asked about the lightsaber and use of the force first, seeming quite interested in the skills which Jedi-hood offered. Then, when there was little more to discuss on that topic, he moved on to the past; to the Clone Wars. "The accursed war, eh? I saw many good Jedi fall in that war. Yes, many good Jedi... Including Luke's father, Anakin..."he stopped short as the door slid open and Luke walked in, angrily taking one of the seats and glowering at the back of Eimur's head. Han growled slightly in frustration before returning his gaze to the master Jedi beside him. He shrugged, picking up the magazine he had put down before the long session of speaking between them. Eimur immediately stood and strode down the hall towards his sleeping quarters. He sat down on the firm bed his eyes distant as he went over what Han had wanted to know. The Jedi grinned slowly to himself before smiling broadly. "Well, well! I have aquired a candidate for my new Padawan!"
He sighed boredly, tapping his fingers on one of the round tables inside the Mos Eisley Cantina with the beat of the tune which the ever-present band was playing. The force seemed a tad disturbed as of late, showing that something significant would be happening in the future. The wanderer wasn't quite sure wether it was the near future or not, but he was fairly certain that whatever happened would be for the best and wouldn't put the universe even deeper into turmoil. 'If only the poor guy had listened to his teachers, none of this woulda happened...' he thought with a small sigh and a brief shake of his head. With a glance at his galactic timer, he sighed more heavily and rested his head upon his now crossed arms. Eirum had been awaiting the arrival of an old friend of his who had suddenly contacted him that very day and had asked the rarely seen wanderer, who had just happened to be on Tatooine at the time, to meet him here, in this disgusting pothole literally dripping with deceit and trickery. It was rare that he even think about comming to a place such as this, but the tone in his companion's voice had seemed urgent. "Hey, you! No driods! They'll have to stay outside!" yelled the barkeeper at a few newcomers, causing Eimur to raise his head and blink at the new arrivals. 'Finally!!' he thought, up-nodding towards the older man in the group when he met his gaze. The two driods which had caused the brief uproar had, indeed, gone back outside, undoubtably planning on waiting a short time, or they would have argued more. He smiled at the two approaching humans, and beconned for them to take a seat. The eldest of the pair immediately took a seat, while his younger- that face looked incredibly farmilliar to him- companion joined at a more cautious pace. "Took you long enough. I've been waiting here for nearly an hour," he reprimanded, though his tone suggested that he was teasing. "My, my. You have, indeed, changed little over the past... How many years?" Obi Wan Kenobi replied, his tone mildly happy, though there was an underlying urgency in his tone. "Twenty. Now, you must be in a hurry. What is it you need from me?" "A ship, if you can get one. That, and yourself." "Is that all? Well, you're in luck, my friend. There's a smuggler on the far end of the bar, don't know his name, but he just got back from a recent mission. He'll probably be up to gettin you outta here quickly enough. Besides, I don't have a ship, and little money to buy transport, so I'll go with you, no prob. The question now is, what are you guys doing, exactly?" Obi Wan smiled before shaking his head, eyes glinting with remembrance. "You are the same, ambitious man who I fought next to all those years ago. We are going to a planet called Alderaan, and I need your services, Eimur, to help me train this lad. His name is Luke Skywalker." Eimur blinked in surprise, his eyes widening before he glanced at the young man sitting quietly next to Obi Wan. So THAT's why he had looked so farmiliar! A broad grin suddenly broke out upon his face before he started chuckling slightly at the irony of it all. "Well, well, well.... I never thought I'd see another Skywalker again in my lifetime. Well, I've only had a couple pupils, but I should be able to train him well enough. I'm hoping you both have lightsabers?" Eimur seemed to be almost ecstatic about training another Jedi; it had been nearly two hundred years since he had had a padawan to train. "Hold on a second... What do you mean 'another Skywalker?'" Luke finally spoke up, his voice clear and unwavering, though the young man seemed quite shy. "Oh. I almost forgot to introduce my friend. Luke, this is Eimur Ragaski, a great Jedi in his time," answered Obi Wan, grinning slightly under his white beard. "Pleasure. I know about your family, Luke, 'cus I knew your father. Great man, your father..." He glanced at Obi Wan out of the corner of his eye before sighing and shaking his head, sinking back into the cushioned seat. "Those were the good 'ol days..." "Well, I had better go and talk to that smuggler. You two can stay and chat if you wish," inserted Obi Wan, standing and already beginning to stride towards where the other Jedi had indicated earlier. "Have fun." replied Eimur, smirking. When the other Jedi had reached the table that a gruff looking smuggler and a large Wookie were sitting leisurely at, the wandering Jedi returned his gaze to the young man across from him, his long, sapphire colored hair tumbling across his shoulders despite its confining ponytail. "So, Luke, what do you want to ask me?" "You're good. I can tell. Just like old Ben over there. Is this what all Jedi are like?" he asked, slight awe in his voice. "Most of them, yes. It depends on their skills using the force. Every Jedi can use the force. It's only the truly dedicated ones that get as skilled as Obi Wan. Yes... My Master held him in high esteem, yes he did..." "That's interesting... I suppose the Jedi are a dying legend now, though." "That's what it seems to the younger generation, but I know people who sincerely think the Jedi will return with great momentum. I, personally, think it may happen someday." "Did all Jedi work for the old Republic back then? I mean... There were 'rogue' Jedi who didn't follow orders, weren't there?" "...There were a few... The lost twenty, they were called..." Eimur whispered softly, eyes slightly downcast. "Were... were you one of them...?"Luke asked timidly. Eimur was about to answer when Obi Wan returned, placing his hands on the table to draw their attention. "I've gotten passage on the ship of a smuggler named Han Solo. We'll be leaving shortly, so I suggest you sell your speeder for the highest price you can, Luke." "...I understand..." ~*~ Meanwhile... on a planet called Ythgah... "Kenotahn! We leave shortly. If Eimur were still alive, he would have contacted you by now. He was obviously overcome by the Empirial troups which unexpectantly veered towards Tattoine. His death is-"began a tall, burly pilot, his four arms gesturing wildly. "Quiet! You speak of him as if he has been killed, yet he has not. You are a fool to believe that one of the most renowned of the lost ones to be killed so easily. It is no simple feat to destroy a Jedi of his prowess. Besides, I still feel his presense strong within the force. Master Eimur is quite alive." snapped Kenotahn, his deep blue robes whipping about him in the severe wind of an appraoching summer storm. "Now get onboard. We should be on our way to Courascant." "Y, yes sir." the burly alien stammered quickly lumbering away as fast as he could. Kenotahn Dramath returned his gaze to the sea crashing far below as the storm began to gain momentum. He turned his gaze to the dark, onyx sky above and shook his head, a flash of amber, cat-like eyes shinning from underneath his hood before he strode swiftly towards his awaiting ship and the path which would take him as close to his friend as he could manage. 'I pray that you do not require my aid, Eimur...' ~*~ Eimur sighed heavily, hands behind his head, as he rocked back and forth on his heels, watching Han and Chewbaca continue to prepare their ship, the Millenium Falcon, for liftoff. He always got bored easily, and waiting for fifteen minutes with nothing to do but watch repairs and preparations sure was dull. With a roll of his eyes at a sarcastic remark thrown at him from the smuggler's direction, he padded over to where he was having trouble reaching a device which had fallen into the hull of the large ship. "Sorry, bud, but, considering you have those almighty Jedi powers, you can probably get that device for me, eh?" Han sneered, moving away from the area to allow the fifteenth member of the lost twenty room to work. "Whatever, smuggler. I am not a Jedi, even if I was trained in the arts. This job is far too easy however..." Eimur shot back, moving his hand over the area of the lost object. The tool immediately jittered briefly against the bottom of the deep compartment before flinging to his hand where he handed it smugly over to a stunned Han. "Be more careful." The ex-Jedi strode away, quite aware of the other man's gaze upon his back. He felt, more than saw, Han shake his head before returning to his work, flinging cautious glances in the older man's direction every so often. Eimur rolled his eyes before removing his lightsaber from his belt, touching the modified saber admiringly, considering he hadn't used it for quite some time. He ignited the blade, leaving the modified expansion prongs still latched at the side, gazing intently at the pale yellow blade in remembrance. Eimur once again felt Han's surprised gaze on him and he laughed, swinging the blade slightly. "It has been quite some time since I used this baby..." He flicked his wrist slightly, spinning the glowing blade in an arc. "I'm, in a way, hoping for a fight. What about you, Mister Solo?" "Uh... Yeah, I suppose... Though only if the odds are good," muttered the pilot, returning to his work and grumbling quietly, though not quietly enough that Eimur's Geelan ears didn't hear, that this Jedi was asking for trouble. "I am, no I'm begging for it. The last fight I was in was in the Clone Wars, you know..." "Damn Jedi senses to Hell!" Cursed the smuggler before an audiable thunk and cry of pain was heard, causing the rogue Jedi to chuckle. "It's not funny, dammit! Damn... all this because of a renegade Jedi with a cocky attitude..." "What, don't like a dose of your own medicine, Han?" "Shut UP!" Chewbaca chose that moment to thud loudly down the ramp, his feet causing just enough noise to cause both men to look at him. The Wookie grunted a few things, waving his arms before going back inside, ducking under one of the lower bars. Eimur laughed while Solo's scowl merely deepened. "Yeah, Solo... Be nice to me!" "Shut up..." the smuggler grumbled, continuing to work, but, upon accomplishing his task, turned to watch the graceful Jedi fight and invisible enemy with his pale lightsaber, parrying and thrusting as if he were truly fighting some unseen foe. Han was lost to the world as he watched, his fingers twitching as if in anticipation of holding a saber of their own and becoming the foe which was not there. He watched every move intently, but most of all, he watched the Jedi's face. It had a graceful beauty all its own, with a sterness that came from a need to defend or strike against an enemy. Of course, he saw the brief and well hidden glances cast in his direction, but seemed to take no notice, hoping the Jedi would approach him on the situation. The lightsaber seemed to be a marvelous tool indeed, unable to fire bolt like a blaster, but able to reflect them back at a foe if needed. Han suddenly realised he wanted to know more about the Jedi and their traditions; how to use a lightsaber, their culture, and even about just Eimur himself. It was a hobby which would grow eventually over time, though he did not realise it. Finally, Eimur suddenly stopped, his lightsaber flicking off before he rose from his stance, sliding the weapon inside his belt before turning to face Han, his eyes boring into the other man. He had known the smuggler's eyes to be upon him, and it had been slightly unnerving. He had seen looks like that before, and he did not like nor appreciate them. What right did others have to his past? It was his, after all, and his alone to view and enjoy. "Did you enjoy watching me?" he asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer that may come. "I've just never seen a Jedi in action before." the smuggler replied, his eyes still slightly wide from awe, his mask of mocking sarcasm gone for the moment. "Now you have, though I am hardly the best in existance. Why are you so interested in us? I thought you disbelieved our existance." As soon as he had said it, Eimur mentally smacked himself for saying it. "I did. But, you're material proof, I spose... It's just weird that such an old culture still exists..." Eimur was about to answer before he turned slightly just as the door to the hangar opened, Obi Wan Kenobi and Luke entering and, without a word, bording the Falcon. After they had gone, the ex-Jedi returned his glance toward Han, his eyes stoic and devoid of the odd mix of emotions swirling within him. "If you wish to ask me more, do so in private. I do not wish to speak about my past around a renowned member of the Jedi Order. Kenobi does not enjoy my presence I'm afraid. Designate a time, and I'll come to your qaurters." "Aight..." muttered the pilot as he boarded his ship, soon followed by Chewbaca. Eimur sighed, shacking his head at the unpredictable young man before also boarding the ship in a sweep of blue robes which he had taken a liking to as of late. He seated himself in the common area with the two droids from earlier, buckling one of the restraining belts around his waist before beginning a quite inteligent conversation with the droid who called himself C-3PO. Suddenly, the Jedi narrowed his eyes just as they jumped into hyperspace. 'Was that.... Anakin? Why would he be in this part of space..? There's something Obi Wan is keeping from me...' ~*~ His deep blue robes billowed behind him as he strode towards the communication station on Corascant. The glances cast at him by people wandering the streets were not noticed, for his purpose was of the utmost importance to the organization known as the Rebellion. The proximity of the Empire's forces left him relying on one person; Eimur Ragaski. The youthful Herlaiqin pulled back the the hood of his robes upon reaching the safe confines of the elevator shaft which was steadily lifting him to his destination, revealing a flash of silver, short cut hair pulled back slightly into a small ponytail, a braid trailing down the right side of his face and onto his shoulder as well. His amber, cat-like eyes chanced a glance outside of the transparisteel tube, spotting the would-be assasin that had been following him all morning, searching for an opening to enflict the fatal blow upon the Padawan. He sneered slightly in disgust before returning his gaze to the dreerily grey walls before him, awaiting his stop. Kenotahn sighed in relief when the doors slid open and nobody looked up at him at all, paying him no heed. Striding down the halls to the main office, many smiled and waved joyously, for it had been a while since they had seen him, especially in these dangerous times. He caught one of the secretaries scuttling about by the arm and asked her to inform the manager of his arrival. "Alright, Tannie..." She grinned brightly, bustling off down the hall and leaving a flustered Kenotahn behind. "I told you not to call me that!!" he called after her, slightly indignantly, since he was now over twenty five. "I know!" The irritated Padawan sat on one of the waiting chairs with a huff, his eyes rolling slightly in exaspiration. "I swear... I'm not the child they believe me to be..." He glanced up sharply when he sensed a disturbance in the force before quickly raising his hand before his face and stopping a dart from implanting itself in his throat. He scowled, noting his carelessness before carefully placing the toxic dart in one of the many hidden pouches within his robes. He then easily cast a force thrust in the direction of his ever-trailing assasin, knocking him free of his hand hold upon the building and sending him plumeting down onto the awaiting streets. Kenotahn sighed heavily before sitting back in his seat, closing his eyes. "I hate killing things. Why can't people just leave me alone?" he muttered, guilt evident in his tone. "Becuase, Kenotahn, you are the last of the Jedi and have many enemies," came a slightly garbled voice from close to his ear. The young Padawan started slightly before growling slightly, touching the miniature communicator in his ear slightly. Taking the remote microphone from his pocket, he placed it carefully between two of his fingers and positioning it before his mouth. He glared death at the metal piece briefly before replying, "Dammit, don't do that." "Sorry, my young apprentice, but we have more urgent things to move on to..." ~*~ "Like what? You're the one who dissapeared off the charts without word, not me." came the hauty retort from the com unit. Eimur sighed, leaning back again the wall he was standing before, before shaking his head slightly; this young man was impossible at times. "Listen, Kenotahn. I was called by an old friend of mine from the Order. I'm on a mission with him, and I am training Jedi, so calm down," reprimanded the ex-master to the Padawan. "I understand. How long will you be delayed? Master Yoda wishes to speak with us again." "I will be there as soon as I can get there. I will bring a pupil for him to train soon enough. Tell him that it will be a while before I manage to get to communicate with him. There's is much I need to teach yet." "Yes, Master. Oh, by the way, I have a question. Do you believe I am ready to be a Jedi? May I undertake the trials?" asked the Padawan through the com link, sounding quite sincere. Eimur smiled faintly at the youth's determination to live up to his Master's expectations. "Yes. I just have not had time to arrange a trial for you." "Thank you, Master Eimur. I must be going. They'll trace me if I stay in contact much longer." "I understand. May the force be with you, Kenotahn." "And you, Master Eimur." Eimur immediately ended the transmition, placing the transmitter in his pocket and grinning slightly in the memory of Kenotahn when he was younger, so eager to learn and to please... He had been adorable to say the least, and he wondered jokingly what had happened. He searched the force for Han Solo, moving towards where he was sitting in the cockpit alone. 'Good.' he thought. 'I wish to speak with him in private anyway.' He reached the entrance quickly enough, keying for it open before stepping inside, immediately taking a seat next to a startled Han. He reclined back slightly in the chair, closing his eyes and sighing softly. He sensed the other man's confused gaze upon him, as if asking what the Jedi wanted. Eimur immediately opened his eyes, turning them towards the smuggler, and answering the question. "You said you wanted to know more. Here I am. Ask me all you wish." Han Solo steeled his nerves slightly before ask he did. The pilot first began asking about the basics, not wishing to pry into the Jedi's past quite yet. He asked about the lightsaber and use of the force first, seeming quite interested in the skills which Jedi-hood offered. Then, when there was little more to discuss on that topic, he moved on to the past; to the Clone Wars. "The accursed war, eh? I saw many good Jedi fall in that war. Yes, many good Jedi... Including Luke's father, Anakin..."he stopped short as the door slid open and Luke walked in, angrily taking one of the seats and glowering at the back of Eimur's head. Han growled slightly in frustration before returning his gaze to the master Jedi beside him. He shrugged, picking up the magazine he had put down before the long session of speaking between them. Eimur immediately stood and strode down the hall towards his sleeping quarters. He sat down on the firm bed his eyes distant as he went over what Han had wanted to know. The Jedi grinned slowly to himself before smiling broadly. "Well, well! I have aquired a candidate for my new Padawan!"