"We are ashamed of you, apprentice," said Master Vandar. "You endangered this enclave, got many killed, and may have ignited a war! Why did you attack those Mandalorians?"
"I never meant to kill any of them," responded Dustil. "They attacked me, so I did my best to only knock them out or stun them. They were going to kill me, when Ronin ran into the room and killed multiple Mandalorians. They shot him, which enraged me. I let anger and grief control me. I..."
"What Dustil?" asked Master Vrook. "What happened?"
"Like I said," responded Dustil. "I let my anger get the best of me. I unleashed my fury and hatred, which made me do something I mostly regret. I slaughtered them, every last one of them. Armed and unarmed. I used force lightning on the Mandalorian Knight that ordered me to be executed. I tortured him. He screamed in agony. I released him and he fell to the ground, asking me to kill him. I gladly finished him off." Dustil stared at the wall, avoiding the gaze of the Jedi masters.
"He also, let his anger control him a second time," added Gran. "He killed Madnalorians when they had the opportunity to have them surrender. He is letting his emotions control him. He is fueled by anger and vengeance."
"Leave, Gran and Dustil," said Master Vandar. "The council must deliberate."
"As you wish," said Gran as he bowed simultaneously with Dustil.
They entered the courtyard and stared at the sky. A Republic cruiser was overhead, shipping fighters and transports down to the surface. A transport landed outside of the Enclave, and an officer with an armed escort exited. He entered the Enclave and approached Dustil and Gran.
"You two, Jedi," said the officer. "What happened? What made a distress signal be called out?"
"The Enclave was attacked by Mandalorians," said Gran. "They are holding up at an estate to the south."
"We shall bomb it into pieces immediately," said the officer. He turned and walked away.
Dustil just remembered something extremely important. That man that told him about his wife was still in the Mandalorian base.
"Master Gran, I'll be back!" yelled Dustil as a he sprinted for his speeder. Fighters flew overhead, heading south. He knew the officer had given the command of the bombardment. He revved up the speeder and went at full force. He could hear explosions, and a lot of smoke. He had reached the compound, which was already in ruins. Mandalorians were outside shooting at the fighters, but had no chance. Dustil got out of his speeder and dashed inside. Everything was burning, smoke clogging his lungs. He entered the main room, where there was a lone Mandalorian. He was trapped under some rubble, and it was burning.
"Help!" he screamed. "Help me! I'm burning alive!"
Dustil, having a new found resentment of Mandalorians, had an inner conflict. He knew the Mandalorians intended war, which gave him a reason to let the soldier die. Dustil knew what was right, which was to save him. He knew as a Jedi he had to do it. Dustil tried to lift the rubble with the force, but it was no use.
"Help me!" yelled the Mandalorian.
Dustil sat on the ground and concentrated. He called out to the force, focusing on the rubble. He cleared his mind of all emotions. The rubble began to lift. His concentration was broken by another explosion. The roof blew open and burning rubble fell. It all landed on the trapped soldier. Dustil had failed. He got up and continued searching for the mans wife. He ran down to the sub-levels to search. They were mostly in tact, with many shut doors. He looked into a room to see a Mandalorian Knight holding a badly beaten woman, with his lightsaber drawn.
"The Republic has come to kill us," said the Knight. "We took you for ransom, but your petty husband ignored us. He ran to the Jedi to save you, but nobody ever came. Now you die!" He raised his lightsaber to strike, but was stopped. Dustil ran as him and tackled him. His lightsaber fell out of his hands, and the woman collapsed. Dustil drew his lightsaber and killed the Knight.
He ran over to the woman and picked her up.
"I won't let you die too!" exclaimed Dustil. He ran down the corridor, to the stairs. There were more explosions. The walls of the stairs burst, fire going everywhere. Dustil was thrown to the ground, still holding the woman. He was in a daze, his ears ringing. I got back up, and stumbled up what was left of the stairs. There was a hole in the wall right at the top of the stairs. He limped out of the building, which collapsed behind him. Republic soldiers had shown up and killed the remaining Mandalorians. He saw his speeder, which had been hit by a bomb. Covered in soot, having an injured leg, he stumbled forward. He saw Republic soldiers running towards him, and that was the last thing he remembered before he blacked out.
Dustil woke up in the infirmary, feeling slightly better than he was out at the estate.
"He's awake!" said a voice nearby.
Dustil recognized it as Gran's. He picked his head up to look for him, and found him sitting next to his bed.
"It's a good thing, what you did back there," said Gran.
"Is she alright?" asked Dustil.
"She's right across the room, doing just fine," said Gran. "When your ready, the council would like to speak to you."
"Alright," said Dustil, knowing he would be in severe trouble for his previous actions.
He was in the infirmary for a few more hours, until a felt he could get up and go to the council chambers. He went to the council, where they were waiting for him.
"Ah, apprentice Dustil," said Master Vandar. "It is good to see you well. Your actions killed many men, but men who meant to cause harm. You saved an innocent woman from certain death. The council has mixed feelings about your actions."
"Yes, we do," said Master Dorak. "Originally, you were to be banished from the Enclave, and your training to come to a permanent end. You did show bravery when you rescued that woman, but that does not make up for your actions. You aren't being banished, but you are being sent away to another star system, where you will learn a valuable lesson."
"What exactly will I learn?" asked Dustil.
"That is for you to figure out, young one," said Master Vandar.
"Will Master Gran come with me?" asked Dustil.
"This is a journey you will need to make yourself," said Gran.
"No!" shouted Dustil. "This isn't fair! If I did anything, it was that I revealed a threat to the galaxy. I revealed the Mandalorian plot to destroy the Jedi Order. They almost succeeded today. I may have saved lives!"
"Yes, you revealed a plot to destroy the Jedi, but, you are responsible for Ronin's actions as well," said Master Vrook. "We aren't punishing you for the fact the Mandalorians attack, you are being punished for your lack of control over your emotions."
"Your going to regret this decision!" yelled Dustil. "When I return from this journey, your going to see that I did you all a favor! Where am I going anyways?"
"First, this is an example of why you are being punished," said Master Dorak. "You WILL learn to control your emotions. You are being sent to Dromund Kaas, where you will face many great challenges. This will be a life altering experience, and a vital part to your training. You are to leave immediately."
After that, the council signaled for Dustil to leave. He stormed out of the room to his dormitory. He gathered his utility belt, a Sith blaster he secretly stole from when he was on the Leviathan, and his backpack. He put his two sabers on the utility belt and walked out to the landing area, where a shuttle awaited. He stared at the shuttle, and was overcome with rage. He couldn't believe what the council has done to him. The shuttles doors dropped down, and he knew he had to get on. Before he started walking, he was stopped.
"Dustil," said Gran.
"Master, why are you letting them do this to me!" asked Dustil, in pure anger.
"This was not my decision, they asked my opinion, and I fought for you not to have to go to that planet," responded Gran.
"What's wrong with Dromund Kaas?" asked Dustil.
"You will soon find out my apprentice," said Gran. "May the Force be with you."
Dustil didn't bow, or even look at him. Gran walked away, shaking his head. Dustil boarded the shuttle, and it took off immediately. Within minutes it was out of Dantooine's atmosphere. He looked out the window. He hadn't left Dantooine in five years. He loved the way it looked from space. Its lush green fields calmed Dustil's internal anger. The shuttle entered hyperspace, and Dantooine was out of sight. Dustil had a bad feeling he wasn't going to see Dantooine for a long time. He sat back and relaxed, for it was going to be a long ride.
