day four: Call Me the Enemy Forever
Participants
In this saga
Known as my life
There are two types of beings
One type is guilty as charged
That would be me
But not just me
Honest
I didn't act alone
The list is long
Palpatine
Vader
Doule
Daala
Furgan
Countless nameless Imps
Their decisions
Made me
Into what I am today
The other type is the innocent bystander
Beings who became a part of the
Kyp Durron Show
But who never gave their permission
But I think there are innocent casualties in
Every war
And don't fool yourself into thinking
The war
Is over
It's not
The Empire would gladly come forth and
Reclaim Coruscant
And every one of them is guilty
And they will get what they deserve
Just like Carida
Twenty million troops won't be joining the Imperial
War effort
I have to say that was a stunning blow
And I did it all myself
Exar Kun was watching
Teaching me his dark lessons
But I pushed the button
I carried out the plan
I'll make no excuses
Not hide under the guise if being a kid
Or insane
Or even possessed
I did it
I am guilty as charged
Unfortunately Zeth, the casualty
To my cause
And I've heard others
Families, children or the officers
Stationed there
Died too
But they paid the price
For their fathers and mothers who chose
To be Imps
Instead of Rebels
Rebuilding democracy
I did it for my mom and dad
Who believed in freedom
And paid with their lives
So if a few innocents died
I'm sorry
In the big picture
I did more good
Than harm
oOOOo
So they tell me
A HoloNet News reporter is coming
Today to my cell
To interview
Me
They must be joking
Or have a sick sense of
Humor
About a matter that isn't funny
At all!
Who knows how it will be
Presented to the
Public
When Han comes I should ask him
Am I a news story?
There were holocams that day
When three squads of New Republic guards were needed
To take one scrawny teenager into custody
Wonder what that looked like
Me all trussed up in stun cuffs and chains
When they attached that shock collar
I knew it was final
Only used on the very very
Dangerous
Criminal types
Capital offense
Murderers
Me
oOOOo
My side of the story
Strapped into a chair
Cuffed in every way imaginable
Unable to scratch an itch
I sit in the door way of my cell
The reporter
An attractive red headed human in her twenties
Sits two meters away
At the table where
The guards sit and play sabacc
And spend their days
Waiting
For me to have another nightmare
So they can
Do their jobs
And feel useful
For a change
Red says her name is Jennet
She wants to know my side of the story
So I ask her
What's the other side?
She watches her words
Cautious
Poor thing
Has
No
Idea
I can
Read
Her
Mind
But I wait
Rather see what she comes up with
Reading minds is nice
A handy sort of thing
But it gets pretty dull when you do it
All the time
Jennet smiles
Opens her data pad and
Reads
An article to me
The Article
Kyp Durron, age sixteen, was taken into custody yesterday after a two week rampage across the galaxy. The youth, who had been a student at Luke Skywalker's Jedi Praxeum on Yavin IV, commandeered the Sun Crusher, a deadly weapon of mass destruction. Durron used the weapon to attack Imperial Admiral Daala's fleet near the Cauldron Nebula. Star Destroyer Basilisk sustained significant damage.
Durron turned his attention to the military installation at Carida. It is believed he targeted the planet in an effort to rescue his brother, Stormtrooper Zeth Durron. In an act many are labeling revenge, Durron ignited the system's primary. In a matter of hours Carida exploded.
The galaxy has only experienced the full destruction of a planet eleven years ago when the Death Star exploded Alderaan.
Durron is being held in the maximum security prison on Coruscant.
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That's it!
I don't hide my surprise at hearing
So few words
Written about me
She is playing a game
And I nearly get caught in her trap
But only nearly
Clever, I remind her
You want me to fill in the blanks
She begins her questioning
I smile
A charming smile and make her feel at ease
But I don't answer
Finally she gives up
So, what would you like to say to the galaxy
I know what she wants
And what she expects
So I answer
The Imperial threat is very real
We may have won the rebellion and created
A stable democracy
But it is in constant jeopardy
If concerned citizens don't
Remain vigilant
Forces such as Admiral Daala's
Will attack our planets and our cities
Our families
My attack on Carida was an effort
To strike at the heart of Imperial power
By taking the strong hold of their forces
Enough
Bellows one of the guards
A sandy haired human named Briol
He holds before me the remote
Which when depressed
Will send
Arching volts of electricity
Pouring into my neck and spinal cord
If I'm lucky I'd be enough to
Kill me
But I don't feel like dying today
Not when I have my message to get across
So I close my mouth
Briol backs away
Lowers his hand
Fixes me with a stare
Jennet gathers her things
Thanks me
For what I wonder
Just polite words
Beings are so trained
Polite words to someone she finds
Guilty and without remorse
It's there
Unspoken but plain
In her features her movements
The words see typed even when I remained reticent
She leaves
The guards close the door to my cell
Leaving me tethered to that annoying chair
Rodders
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Betrayal
The cruelest dream visited me last night
I expect the hatred and condemnation of strangers
I have dreamed of the families of those who died
Small children cry for fathers and mothers
Their eyes accuse
I saved Zeth
I was in time
How different things would have been
In my dream I had Zeth in a Force grip
I lifted him onboard
My hands made contact with the hard casing of his uniform
He was limp, but breathing
I hastily pushed the storm trooper inside and closed the portal.
It was my last awareness as the star exploded taking the planet with it.
The ship tumbled without direction,
for how long I was not certain.
I awoke feeling sore all over, but the ships gravity had not failed,
nor had it's atmosphere
when I looked to my side I saw the still form of the storm trooper, my brother.
Feeling too weak to stand upright,
I slowly pressed myself to my knees and crawled to the prone form.
My hand upon Zeth's cheek felt warmth and life through the Force.
But my other hand felt a different kind of warmth
From the back of Zeth's head where the other soldier had bludgeon him,
Coagulated blood.
"Zeth, it's Kyp. Wake up, you're safe now."
My brother stirred lightly, but kept his eyes shut.
"Let me see if I can heal you."
I placed my hand on the back of Zeth's skull
once again and let the Force surge into the wound.
Heat intensified where my hand made contact
It seemed to be working,
but it was taxing my strength.
I trembled a bit and broke the connection,
but it was enough.
Zeth took a moment to focus
as he opened his eyes.
"Who are you?"
"I'm your brother, Kyp.
I just rescued you from Carida, you're safe now."
"I never was in danger.
Where are we?"
His voice sounded brittle
like he'd been days surrounded by the sands of Tattoine
"On a very special ship,
it's called the sun crusher
and it has the power to cause stars to go supernova,
that's what happened to Carida.
One more blow against the Empire.
I'm doing it in honor of mom and dad."
"What?" Zeth slurred.
"Mom and Dad?
Where are they?"
"The Imps took us to Kessel,
imprisoned us there,
but Mom and Dad were killed a year later
by the other inmates."
I did not conceal the look of pure hatred
that danced across my features.
"We'll continue their fight against injustice."
I paused and added in a whisper.
"I have special powers,
I can use the Force and
I can make people do what I want."
"Kid, are you okay?"
Zeth sat up and rubbed his head.
"I don't know why Dauron wanted to stop me.
I am excited to see you brother.
Look at you. You're like a man now."
"More than that, I'm a Sith Apprentice,
With what I've learned,
we can rule the galaxy.
Together
We can make the peace mother and father dreamed of."
"Kyp, Mom and Dad were pacifists,
they wouldn't roam the galaxy
with a super weapon seeking revenge and destruction.
It was never their way."
"But they did want peace and justice.
We will simply take a different path to get there. "
"We will do nothing.
We need to return to your rebel command.
Did they sanction this mission?"
"Rebels,"
"It is called the New Republic.
When they know what I have done they will be proud.
I'm just like Skywalker
blowing up the Death Star.
A hero
They will want me to perform new missions,
especially when they learn of my powers."
" My brother questions my powers and I have to explain.
"I was training to be a Jedi
When I discovered something
better
faster.
My new master is Exar Kun,
the most powerful Sith to ever live.
He has taught me much.
He has given me the ability
to make real change in this galaxy,
not the weak slow change
mother and father prattled on about."
"They tried their best Kyp.
What you're saying, it doesn't make sense.
How do you plan on destroying
the Empire by yourself?
You're what, sixteen?
And I'm finding it hard to believe
the Rebels sent you out here to attack Carida."
"Oh I didn't just attack it.
I blew it up."
"Where are we headed next?"
"We go to Byss,
the Core,
and take it!"
"Never!"
He lunged then
Throwing me from the captain's chair
Holding me down with his full weight
Warm hands around my neck
Spots appeared before my eyes
I was dying
At the hands of my brother
Who was an Imp
Who was the enemy
oOOOo
Han Solo part ten or so
Relentless
The man is relentless
He brings new meaning to the idea of Corellian stubbornness
Every day
At 1400 hours Han appears
The guards greet him respectfully
Give him space
Defer to him as hero
I wanted to be a hero
Save the galaxy from the Imperial threat
Instead I am labeled
Mass murderer
But not Han
What he did was okay
Rewarded
I can't hate him
Because no matter what I did
No matter what I say to him
Each day
Han stands in the doorway of my cell
"Hey Kid!"
Can't hate that