Defense Positions: Taken
by Weird-Is-An-Understatement
(WhiteTree and duckvader23 would work too)
Prologue
Kashyyyyk
The reports that circulated the HoloNet called it the worst shuttle crash ever recorded in Wookiee history. No one survived - not the pilot, the three-hundred passengers, Wookiee or otherwise, and not the lowly mechanic couple, traveling back from their home planet, Corellia.
But the reports were not strictly true in that aspect. While it was true that many hundreds, on the shuttle and off, died in the crash, not every passenger was killed.
Tarkazza threw back his head and let out a cry, a long, warbling sound of utter agony and grief. Attichitcuk, an elder of the village, patted Tark's broad shoulder comfortingly. He knew what it was like to lose someone he loved, someone he had sworn to protect. His mate, his lovely wife, had died giving birth to his youngest son, Chewbacca.
But Tarkazza's grief was different - he blamed himself. He remembered, clearly, the day Renn and June Sirrus saved his life. A repolsor lift had collapsed on top of him, and if it hadn't been for the mechanic couple's swift thinking and selflessness, Tark would be fertilizing the wroshyr trees at this moment.
And now they would be. The Wookiee moaned again, remembering the day June had given birth to a girl, a young child who would be barely two months if... He recalled every detail of the birthing process, and how he felt when the little girl was placed into his furry black arms.
Maya... He had sworn to protect her, as he had sworn to protect her parents. A life-debt, it was called. When someone saves the life of a Wookiee, they must protect that someone, and their family, no matter the cost.
But he had failed, failed... Tarkazza staggered forward, overcome with grief. The technicians, Wookiee and human, were attempting to clear the crash site, and keeping the crowd back. But Tark was a good head taller than them, and most likely stronger.
[Tarkazza, I am sorry, but there is no possibility that they could have survived,] murmured one of Tark's friends. The black Wookiee ignored him. If there was any chance... If even one of them had survived...
Nothing. No scent of human life. There was only death here, pungent, repulsive. The Wookiee dropped to his hairy knees, scraping at his face with his long claws.
That's when he heard it. Softly at first, but gradually growing stronger and stronger...
The cry of a small child.
Naboo...five years later
The only child of Fae and Jaoin Marnya, Ambassadors to the Queen of Naboo, was...special. She was an oddly controlling child, able to make people think what she wanted them to think, see what she wanted them to see. Whenever she sparred with long poles in the Royal Gardens, she always won, regardless if her opponent was five, as she herself was, or fifty.
People began to talk. Everyone had a different theory about the child. But the theory that reached the ears of the Jedi Order on Coruscant, was that Kaii Marnya was strong in the Force.
Mace Windu from the Jedi Temple came to Naboo to see Kaii, on a sunny summer day, when Kaii was in a good mood. In other words - Watch out, Mace!
Kaii's plan was to throw eggs at the unfortunate Jedi Master, and then dump a barrel of blue milk over his head. She thought his Jedi Robes needed a bit more color.
She positioned herself in the upstairs window waiting for the right moment. Just then, her parents pointed the window she was currently looking out of. Kaii grinned, and waved at her parents, giving them the peace sign, then glared at the Jedi. Angrily, she flipped him off. Then her parents motioned for her to come down, with a disapproving face attached.
Blast, thought Kaii. So much for egging the Jedi! Oh well, she could do it when he was about to leave.
Downstairs, Kaii put on her innocent face, pretending that she hadn't just flipped off an important member of galactic society, a keeper of the peace.
"Hello Kaii," said the Master, his voice deep.
"How did you know my name?" asked Kaii suspiciously. "Are you stalking me?" The Marnya's rolled their eyes. Oh, would their daughter ever cease to embarrass them? Wasn't she supposed to be shy? They wished.
"No. Your parents have told me quite a bit about you," he explained. Kaii's sleek black eyebrows rose a fraction.
"Oh, so now you're gossiping about me? I'm pretty sure that's against Jedi law. I've read a bit about the Order..." She smiled smugly. Yes, she was very well-read on the ways of the Jedi. Actually, she was well read on everything. Her life was so boring that she read all the time - her way of escaping reality.
"So you know about the Force?" quizzed Master Windu. This led to a barage of questions, which Kaii answered perfectly, each one. Take that, Master Wind-breaker! she thought every time he nodded approvingly at an answer.
HEEEELLLLOOOOO People of Earth! Thank you for reading our story. I hope you liked it! Please review! This is the first part of our prologue; second coming soon!
~Weird
"Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands-and the just eat one of the pieces," Judith Viorst