Stari Extras

# 2

Cult on Tatooine

Time before Sith Rebellion: 10 years

Ishal Orden looked around her at the city of Mos Eisley. Aliens of all kind were walking around her like she was just a normal citizen. That was a good thing about Mos Eisley: Blending in took nothing at all. Of course, it also made it harder to find a Cult. She's been chasing them down for almost a week now, and her chase has ended her up here. Whether or not they're actually here is for her to find out.

Ishal was glad at the sight of a few other Miraluka's around here, which meant that a Miraluka wasn't too much of a rare sight to see here at Mos Eisley. Ishal was a little embarrassed about how revealing her clothing was, but this was the best thing she could buy with her small amount of credits.

She looked down when she felt a small tug on her shirt. She looked down, and saw a Jawa looking up at her. He pulled out a small datapad, and then held it out towards Ishal.

("Miss, here's the information you wanted. Now can I have that special gift?") Ishal nodded, and then put the datapad in a small pouch of hers. "Of course. Here you go." Ishal reached further into the pouch, and then pulled out a small, blue circular device.

She handed it to the Jawa, saying, "Here, the Astromech memory unit. With this, the droid can hold more memories without it having to get a memory wipe." The Jawa took it like a starving man that hasn't eaten in two weeks grabbing some meat.

As the Jawa ran away, Ishal looked at her pouch. As she walked into a bar, she could feel two Gamorreans watching her from across the street. Either they were checking her out, or are planning on mugging her.

Ishal sat down on a seat at a table in a corner, and then pulled the datapad out. As she accessed it, she smiled when she saw the information she wanted to see. The cult, which she had learn that they called themselves 'Black blood', which is suppose to represent the dead king of Tundussan, almost like they had his cold, black blood that he had, was here, and it gave her the location of them.

There was a secret entrance in a factory that has been abandoned for twenty years, exactly the same amount of time that the last king has been out of power. It was too much of a coincidence.

Ishal was glad they executed the King and hid his body so then this cult won't try to make some sort of sacrifice to bring him back or something. That wouldn't work, of course, but at least now they won't sacrifice anyone for something useless like trying to bring back a dead king.

The security system they may have was not on here, but it did say how many people are guarding the place. It was over two hundred. Ishal didn't like how much she was outnumbered, but that wasn't going to stop her.

She looked up at the door to the Cantina as it opened up, and saw the two Gamoreans from before enter the cantina, their war axe's out. They weren't holding them in a defensive or offensive position, but just holding them at their sides.

Ishal reached for her hidden Lightsaber, but didn't pull it out. As she put the datapad back in her pouch, the two Gamorean's started to charge towards her. They raised their axes as Ishal just stared at them. She didn't want to use her Lightsaber or else the cult will tighten up security if they heard a Jedi was coming after them.

Ishal jumped up, dodging the Gamorean's weapons by mere inches. As she landed, she turned around, and then palmed one of the Gamoreans in the gut. The Gamorean took three steps back, obviously surprised at how strong a girl her size is.

Ishal brought her hand up, grabbing right underneath a Gamorean's axe's blade, stopping it from hitting. She brought her fist up, her fist making contact with the Gamorean's jaw. As the Gamorean fell backwards, Ishal saw something strange.

The bartender, along with everyone else in the bar, even though there was a fight going on, they weren't doing a thing. That either means they're use to fights in a bar, or something is going down.

Unfortunately, Ishal was right about that something else.

Five men wearing dark red and blue robes charged in with E-11 blaster rifles, and aimed them at Ishal. As soon as they raised their blasters, everyone else stood up, pulling out blasters of all kinds out from the most unexpected places. Even the Bartender pulled out a blaster from underneath the bar.

As everyone started firing, they all yelled, "For the true king!" They're with them! They're all part of the cult! Ishal jumped up, and then landed behind the bartender, crouched. As the bartender turned around, Ishal brought her left leg up, making contact with the bartender's nose.

The Bartender flipped over the bar, red blood coming out of his nose. Ishal put her back up against the bar, blaster fire all around the bar now. Ishal had two options: She could either stay there and do nothing and keep her identity as a Jedi a secret, or she could reveal her identity as a Jedi and survive.

The answer was obvious.

Ishal pulled her Lightsaber out, and then jumped over the bar. She landed next to a Rodian and some sort of alien that needed an environmental suit. Ishal activated her Lightsaber, a light blue blade coming out. She quickly beheaded the Rodian and cut the strange creature in half, a strange scream coming from the alien as yellow blood came out.

Yeah, Ishal still has no idea what the creature could be. She lunged towards a group of seven more cultists, all humans except one Noghri. With a single swing of her Lightsaber, Ishal managed to kill three of the humans while deflecting five bolts back at some other cultists in the bar. This was definitely not going to be an easy mission anymore.

As Ishal continued to kill more and more cultists, the more and more she was relieved at how much closer she was at getting out of this bar fight. Of course, it wasn't easy. These cultists were very well organized, their firepower varied from blaster pistols that could only shoot one shot every five seconds to blasters that could shoot almost one hundred shots almost every two seconds. This kept her guessing, but with the force, it was easier than it would be for anyone else not attuned with the force.

As Ishal got to the last cultist, she didn't kill him. She cut his right arm in half, and then cut both of his legs off. Ishal stood up straight, and then pointed the Lightsaber at the man. He was one of the five that came in during her fight with the now dead Gamoreans. He was of medium age, short brown hair, brown eyes, and had a cut across his lips.

"Alright, start talking. I know you're working with the cult, but why attack me?" The man grinned, and then said, "The queen has just been assassinated, and then a Miraluka appeared, going from city to city where our base's use to be. It was pretty obvious that you were targeting those bases and those bases alone due to you skipping all the other cities in between each one. We wanted to keep a eye on you, so we sent the Gamorean's to keep a eye on you."

He looked at the dead Gamorean's, continuing on. "Those poor bastards were dumb enough to attack without getting our okay first though, so we were sent to react to this. He looked back up at Ishal, blood coming out his grinning mouth. "But who would've expected us to catch a Jedi. I admit we did not expect a Jedi that wasn't Volcano."

Ishal wondered what they expected her to be if she wasn't a Jedi. A Spy? Soldier? Mercenary? Who would be dumb enough to attack a cult by themselves that wasn't a Jedi? Well, she shouldn't think that because she knows someone out there probably would if there's enough money involved.

"Tell me, I was told that there was over two hundred people working with the cult here. Can you give me a more precise amount?" The man chuckled, and then whispered, "I'm only telling you what I just told because I didn't want to get on a Jedi's bad side, but that is all I'm going to say. After all,"

He looked behind her continuing on. "He's right there." Ishal turned around, and saw a Male human with ginger hair wearing black clothing with a clack trench coat and sunglass's standing at the doorway, His hands clasped behind him. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A Miraluka Jedi, quite an honor. If memory serves me correctly, Miraluka Jedi is very, very dangerous. Then again, so am I." He brought his hands out from behind him, holding two silver cylindrical items.

After pressing a button on each one, two blue beams of light came out. A grin formed on the man's face, saying, "I was born on Tundussan, you know. I admit, I didn't like the king, but he knew how to get things done to keep our people safe, and he took any risks to keep them safe. The Queen didn't. So I left the Jedi Order, and started to help the cult."

Ishal looked down at the cultist she was interrogating, and then gasped. Her mouth was foaming, and his eye's were starting to go to the back of his head. He must've taken some sort of suicide pill.

Ishal rolled out of the way, dodging the man's two Lightsaber's. Ishal stopped rolling, and then brought her Lightsabers up to block the other mans two Lightsabers.

The man continued to assault Ishal again and again, Ishal blocking every single attack. Obviously, whoever this man was in the Order, he was an expert in swordsmanship since Ishal could only block and not able to unleash a single attack.

Ishal brought her Lightsaber up, and managed to block one Lightsaber, but she couldn't stop the second one. She screamed as the Lightsaber went through the left side of her stomachs right below her ribs.

As Ishal fell to the ground, clinging her wound, she looked up at the door as it opened up. Six men wearing white uniforms carrying a stretcher and a few white cases ran in towards her. The last thing Ishal saw before she lost conscience was them bending down, putting the stretcher down on the ground.

"Wake up, Miraluka." Ishal slowly regained conscience, hearing the voice of an old man. "Wake up, I know you're still alive in there." Miraluka looked up, her vision still a little blurry. Even though a Miraluka see's through the force and not with their actual eyes, she still could see everything in a blur.

When her vision came back fully, she saw the old man. He was starting to grow a beard, had graying hair, and all over his face was scratch's that wasn't quite healed yet. Behind him was the man with the two Lightsabers that easily defeated her.

The old man smiled, and then took a step closer towards her. Ishal looked at her body, and saw that she was in a medical prison field, which is used to keep prisoners that are dangerous in but still need medical attention. The pain in Ishal's side is almost gone now.

"I'm glad you didn't die on me, Miraluka. Or should I call you Ishal? Oh, I'll call you Ishal. It seems like I can continue with my plans for you yet." The old man leaned in, his face inch's from Ishal's. "Tell me, do you recognize me at all?"

Ishal swallowed, and then responded, "No." The old man chuckled, and then stopped leaning towards Ishal. "My name is Dran Yorcot." Ishal gasped at the sound of that name. It was the name of the previous king of Tundussan!

"What a coincidence, that's the name of the last king of Tundussan." Dran chuckled, and then started to walk back and forth. "It is no coincidence. That king that was killed after the wonderful reign that ended was my double, not the actual me. While the execution was going on, I ran away. My first stop was here with my few followers that were left, and then I started to secretly recruit people on Tundussan to my cause. I now am about to go back and retake the throne now that the current queen is dead."

Ishal looked around her, cursing her luck. There was nothing here that she could use against them or free herself. She couldn't even find her own stuff in this room. "Oh, I shouldn't be so rude." Dran said, and then pointed at the man with the two Lighhtsabers. "This is Zak Agneta, my most powerful ally ever. He already told you how and why he came to join me, so I won't bother you with that."

He stopped walking back and forth, and then brought out a dagger. "I'm going to give you a chance to live, Ishal. Either join my cult, or die here. It's all up to you." Ishal grinned, and then replied, "So join the bad guys and live or stay with the good guys and die. I'm sorry, but I'm staying with the good guys."

Dran sighed, and then nodded his head. "Once I retake my throne, I'll order my men to kill you. Until I make a treaty with the Republic, I'll leave you alive as a hostage until the treaty is made. Now, I must get ready to leave now. It will take several hours, and even longer when I get they're to get my throne, but I know I will be successful."

As Dran and Zak exited the room, Ishal looked down at the ground, sighing. She just became a hostage when she could have lied to get out. Then again, Zak may have been able to sense she was lying. Now all she could do was wait.

Ishal looked up at the door as the sound of blaster fire echoed through the hallway. When it stopped, Ishal listened very closely for any other sounds. She was surprised when the door opened up, and she saw a man in his mid fifties with blond hair and a blond beard. "Master Ishal? My name's Master Aeon Devix. I was sent as backup incase anything went wrong. I know I'm a few hours late, but still. It's better late than never."

He activated his Lightsaber, a yellow blade coming out. As he walked up to Ishal, she started talking. "Quickly get me down, I have some troubling news. Dran Yorcot is still alive, and he has a Jedi by the name of Zak Agneta who left the Order to join this cult. He's a strong swordsman, and was the reason why I was captured."

When Aeon got her out of the medical prison, he looked at her, saying, "Are you sure he's not an imposter?" "Imposter or not, he seems to be the cults leader and is going to leave very soon to go and try to retake the throne."

Aeon pulled out a second Lightsaber, saying, "Here, I found your Lightsaber on one of the guards. When the guard tried to activate it, he was holding it upside down and the blade went straight through his leg. I have to admit, that was kinda funny."

Ishal grabbed her Lightsaber, and then smiled. She was going to end the cult tonight. Ishal and Aeon both rushed out towards the hanger, killing any cultist unfortunate enough to try and stop them.

When they reached the Hanger, Aeon pressed his yellow blade into the door panel as Ishal watched out for any other cultists trying to stop them. The door opened up to a Hanger bay holding multiple small one man fighters and one YT-1930 Transport.

It's boarding ramp was down and two figures were at the bottom, one of them being Dran Yorcot and Zak Agneta. Zak pulled his two Lightsabers out, and said as two blue blades came out, "My lord, go to Tundussan! I will stay back and hold these Jedi off!"

Dran ran into the ship as Zak stepped off the boarding ramp. Ishal and Aeon both got into fighting stances, both ready to attack. "Ishal, you go after Dran. I'll hold off Zak." Zak didn't move as the YT-1930 Transport's primary systems was starting to turn on.

"What? Aeon, that isn'ta good idea! He's a expert swordsman, and you can't…" "Ishal, there is no time to discuss this! You go after Dran, he's the main target here!" Ishal didn't want to leave Aeon behind to fight someone like Zak, but she had to think of the mission above all else.

Ishal crouched down, and then jumped up high into the sky. Zak took two steps back to make sure Ishal wouldn't land on him as the ramp started to steam out smoke, showing that it was about to close.

Zak was shocked when he flew through the air, and then landed on a few crates, the crates toppling in on themselves. Zak stood up, seeing the ramp close, Ishal just disappearing into the ship.

Zak lunged forward, hoping to be able to get inside somehow to save King Dran Yorcot. Aeon lunged forward, and landed in between Zak and the YT-1930 Transport. Zak landed in front of Aeon, and then brought his right Lightsaber up, blocking Aeon's yellow Lightsaber.

As the two of them attacked and blocked each other, giving the ship enough time to lift up, and fly out of the hanger, leaving Dran alone on the ship with Ishal.

Dran looked out at the desert that was filling up the ships viewport, smiling as he thought of arriving on Tundussan, and taking his rightful place on the throne. His top four body guards were standing behind him at attention, the four of them holding XK-20 blaster rifles.

His co-pilot was a female Zabrak named Xam Kurn, a Zabrak born on Tundussan, believes him to be the true king. Fortunately, he's been able to even fool the Ex-Jedi Zak that he was the real king. Of course, with a little surgery his voice, blood, and fingerprints were all changed. His real name was Corr Cah, a secret that no one would know about.

He looked back, jumping at the sound of a Lightsaber. There, standing at the door way with the last of his body guards falling down to the ground, burn holes in their chest's.

Xam and Dran pulled two levers, and then Xam stood up, attempting to pull out a hidden blaster, but was killed when beheaded by Ishal's Lightsaber. Ishal looked towards Dran, ready to not kill, but keep him in range of her Lightsaber and make sure he wouldn't try anything, was instantly tackled by him.

As Ishal landed with a thud, Dran brought his fist up, and then brought it down at a rapid fast pace. Ishal, using her Jedi reflex's, moved her head to the side, surprised to see his punch made a dent in the durasteel.

There was no way a normal human like Tundussan could dent the durasteel unless… Ishal brought her hand up, and then scratched Dran's face, showing that where the cut was from her sharp fingernails, there was no blood, but instead another layer of skin.

This meant that this man wasn'tactually Dran Yorcot, but someone impersonating him by getting some sort of surgery. She was surprised to find this that she was caught at the four scratch marks she just made. Big mistake.

The fake king brought his his hand up, and then clenched it around Ishal's throat. Ishal was caught off guard by the sudden move, and tried to bring her Lightsaber up to try and swing it at the fake king, but he brought his ahnd up, grabbingIshal's wrist.

He was much stronger than her, probably due to some sort of surgery he's had. Ishal felt like her throat was being squeezed by a Gamorean. She brought her free hand up, and tried to get her attacker's grip on her throat to at least loosen up, but found that she couldn't.

As the fake king stood up, he held Ishal up in the air, still holding unto her wrist. "You jedi really are persistent, I must admit, but you won't be able to stop me. I've been given plenty of surgeries that have enhanced my strength to new levels that a human has never have."

Ishal managed to loosen his grip, and then muttered, "True, but you're lacking something." The man grinned, replying, "What's that?" Ishal let go of her grip on her Lightsaber, letting it fall to the ground as she pointed her fingers at the control board. Two levers were pulled down, and then the ship started to lean forward. "You're lacking the force, unlike me." Ishal murmured.

He swore as he threw Ishal down on the ground, and then ran towards the controls. After all the preporations that he's done, he was not going to have the ship crash ruin his plans.

He looked back as the Snap-Hiss of a Lightsaber echoed through the room. He screamed as his left hand was chopped off, it falling to the ground as trickle amounts of blood came out. He grabbed where his arm was cut off, trying to stop the bleeding.

Ishal brought her Lightsaber up, and then brought it down into the ships console. She knew that if she was lost, she was going to at least take down the ship with her. Ishal brought her Lightsaber out of the console, but was then tackled to the ground by the man.

Ishal and the man struggled on the ground, Ishal having the advantage of having both her arms, but this man was still stronger than Ishal, even with only one arm. Ishal grabbed Ishal's right wrist, and then squeezed. Ishal dropped her Lightsaber as her wrist was crushed. Ishal put her hand on the man's chest, and with the force, pushed him unto the roof.

She rolled away from her spot, and then crouched down on her knees. She grabbed her wrist as the man fell to the ground. "Who are you anyway?" Ishal asked. She could see through the view port that the ship will crash land within a minute. He stood up, saying, "Corr Cah, my real name is Corr Cah." He pulled out a blaster, and then pointed it at her as he put his foot on Ishal's Lightsaber.

"You have ruined my plan, Jedi." Carr said softly. He seemed to have lost all hope, but that was to be expected. With his ship falling and the Jedi in his way, there wasn't enough time to get to an exit. "My entire plan was perfect, but you just had to interfere, didn't you? That's okay though, you're not going to live long enough to cherish this."

He pulled the trigger, a green blaster bolt coming out and hitting Ishal right in the chest where her heart is. She fell down, dead, within moments. Carr smiled at his work. He at least managed to kill one Jedi, that should give his cult a easier time to take over the Jedi, and if Zak can do his job correctly, then two Jedi will be dealt with.

Corr looked out the window of the cockpit, and took a last breath as he saw the ship now just mere seconds from crashing into the ground.

Zak and Aeon clashed their Lightsaber's again and again, the both of them not giving ground. As Aeon deflected one of Zak's Lightsaber's, they both almost lost their balance as a loud BOOM echoed from outside the hanger. As both Aeon and Zak bent to their knees, they looked out the hanger, and saw the remains of the kings ship in pieces, every part of it on fire.

"NO!" Zak yelled, gripping his Lightsaber's tighter. Aeon looked at the ruins, and then reached out with the force, trying to find some trace of the king or Ishal. He found none.

Aeon quicky rolled to the left, dodging two blue blades of light. Aeon stood up, putting his Lightsaber in front of him in a defensive stance. Zak raised both his Lightsaber's up, and then screamed, "You have killed my king! You shall pay for his murdering him!"

Aeon blocked the attacks, finding a few small gaps in his assault, but they don't last long enough for Aeon to do anything. His rage was making him more sloppy, and that is what will give Aeon his advantage.

The next chance Aeon got, he slashed his Lightsaber up, cutting Zak's right hand off. Zak screamed in pain, jumping back. He landed five feet away, cursing under his breath.

"You have taken everything from me! Tundussan's saver, my hand, and so many lives here in this base!" Aeon tightened his grip, and then yelled, "Tundussan's saver? What are you talking about? King Dran was a tyrant, and was the cause of so many death's of his own people! He was then overthrown, a responsible ruler was put on the throne, started making Tundussan a amazing place with a good government, and you decide that having a Tyrant ruler with a terrible Government and reputation is better? What's more, you killed the ruler and her ten-year old girl! How does this sound anything like justice?"

Zak was now breathing heavily, and was drawing heavily upon the force to try and soothe his wound. "It's justice because she was not destined to be a ruler, just a slut for that Jedi!"

He lunged forward, and then started to release attack after attack on Aeon. Aeon easily blocked each one of Zak's attacks, and then brought his left fist up, making contact with Zak's chin. Zak fell backwards, surprised by the sudden hit from Aeon.

Aeon brought his Lightsaber back, and then drove the yellow blade into Zak's heart. Zak breathed his last breath, and then fell to the ground as Aeon deactivated his Lightsaber.

Aeon looked back at the crash site, and then sighed. Aeon put his Lightsaber on his belt, and then sat down. As the fires of the ship started light up the evening sky, Aeon thought back to what Ishal's life must have been like.

He didn't know her at all, but she must've had friends, maybe even a family. She must've been someone's hero on at least one of her missions, maybe even gained a few rivals. It didn't matter now, anyway. This cult has killed too many people, and now Aeon has just killed its top two men, Zak and their king.

This cult won't last very long.

Aeon was surprised at how fast it all ended. Within a week, the remaining cult member's, or at least the majority of it, has been captured, put to trail by the Tundussan council, and all were sentenced to death. The new leader of Tundussan was a male human named Ethan Korror. He was a good leader so far, and will be able to marry whoever he wants to, unlike Queen Reyal.

Aeon decided to study up on Ishal, and found out that she was actually the mother of a child named Coren. He was only fifteen-years old, and the father was unknown since he actually raped Ishal.

Aeon couldn't believe that something like that could happen to someone as innocent as Ishal, but she said that she didn't mind because of what she got out of it. Her son, Coren, was her most precious thing in all the galaxy, and she didn't get a abortion because she was against it, and was originally going to put him up for adoption, but once she gave birth to him, found out that she couldn't give him away. That was a mother's love.

Aeon was sitting in the Jedi council Library, reading up on Miraluka traditions since he was suppose to be Coren's guardian. There wasn't any one else that wanted to take him in, but Aeon wanted to show Ishal's son that he would gladly give his mom some eternal peace by taking care of her one and only son.

Aeon looked behind him when he heard the sound of two pair of footsteps, and saw Coren and Volcano behind him. They both bowed, and Aeon stood up, returning the bow. "Master Aeon," Volcano started. "I want to thank you for stopping the cult that has killed my family." Volcano was on Tundussan ever since he left for the mission, and just returned today.

Coren bowed, saying, "I want to thank you for taking me in, too." Coren has been in moaning for his mother ever since her death, and now he has finally come out of his shell to talk with Aeon. "I don't know how to repay you for this." Aeon grinned, and then patted Coren's head.

"You don't have to repay me, I'm doing this to return a favor to Ishal for stopping the king and saving Tundussan." Coren smiled, and then walked up until he was next to him. One thing that Aeon never can get use to is that, even with the blind folds on, the Miraluka can still see. That scares many people, but to Aeon, he just finds it the coolest thing ever. He really can not wait to learn more about Miraluka traditions from Coren.

To Be Continued In Stari Extras # 3 A Falco's crystal