I haven't uploaded anything in a VERY long time. One word...SCHOOL! But thank God that's over for a couple of months.

This is my first Star Wars fanfic ever. So please don't b TOO hard on me. Alot of the characters are completely my own, as well as a few of the planets and systems. I hope that doesn't turn any1 away.

So anyways...

I know it's short, but please, please, PLEASE R&R so that I'll know whether or not it's worth it to continue

Thanx, & ENJOY! :D

"It's a mystery to me!" exclaimed Jista Minorray. "It looks like we may never know what On'Clamn copied from the archives."

"He certainly did cover his tracks well," said Orland Kymar. "And because he did not actually take anything, I do not know how we will ever find out what it was that he copied."

"At least not until it's too late," said Jista.

"Maybe our friend could provide us with some enlightenment," said Orland.

"Who, the prisoner?" replied Jista. "He doesn't sound like he'll be cracking anytime soon."

"I know that he dose not intend on giving us any information. We may have to use more…persuasive measures."

"Using the force to open the mind of an unwilling victim could be fatal."

"Yes, but it is our only solution."

"But our Jedi mind powers work only upon the weak minded, and I sense much strength in our prisoner."

"Maybe several Jedi focusing on a single mind will do the trick," said Orland. "Perhaps our padawans would provide the required force."

"Perhaps, but I'm not sure if Jikarta's mind is yet ready for such a task."

"I'm sure Jikarta's Jedi powers are quite more enhanced than my padawan's."

Jista chuckled. "Master Orland, D'char, is a strong, brave and courageous Jedi. His determination is the mold that shape him a powerful Jedi Knight."

"But his stubbornness will be his downfall!"

"You should be proud."

Orland smiled. "I am. Now, let us go. Collect Jikarta and come to the holding facility."

"A simple effort to crack the mind of a simple fool Master Orland!" exclaimed the rather arrogant, 17 year old padawan, D'char.

"Not as simple as you might think my young apprentice. Telepathy is a complicated technique of the force that you have yet to learn, much less master."

"Maybe upon another Jedi, Master Orland. But most assuredly, my Jedi powers are far enough advanced so that I might infiltrate the head of a weak minded prisoner!" Orland sighed.

"You still have much to learn padawan."

"And you have yet to see of what I am capable of master. Why do you underestimate me so?"

"I do not underestimate you D'char. I just simply caution you to know your limits."

"A Jedi Knight knows no limits master."

"You, my very young and inexperienced apprentice are no Jedi Knight, and your ideology is critically flawed! You speak out of ignorance!"

"But master…"

"Be still," interrupted Orland. "Know your place, and think before speak!"

D'char lowered his head in both embarrassment and respect.

"Forgive me master. You are correct. I did speak out of the heat of my emotions. I apologize, Master Orland."

"Apology accepted." Orland turned and face D'char. "D'char, I appreciate and admire your bravery, your determination, and your courage. But arrogance, impatience, and stubbornness is a drudgery that we cannot afford my young padawan. These are all qualities that lead to the dark side of the force. You must learn to control your emotions and order your thoughts if you are ever to become a successful knight of the Jedi Order."

"Yes Sir," D'char nodded. "I understand master." Orland smiled.

"Good, good. Now, as I was saying, clear your mind…"