Star Wars Chapter: V The Force Fills Down

Soon after the battle with Senthos, a group of rebels rescued the two Jedi warriors and escorted them back to King Solo's palace. While Dith only received minor injuries, Luke was in critical condition, and was faced with a 50% chance of survival. As Dith sat in his room within the palace, he couldn't help but feel responsible for what happened to Luke on the battlefield; at least somewhat.

"If I hadn't have killed all of those innocent people when I crashed my plane into that political structure, I could've assisted Luke in battling Senthos. Maybe then, I wouldn't be sitting here alone in my room, with the possibility of losing my best friend and mentor." Dith looked out the window, brushing his long, black bangs out of his eyes. Coruscant had become a beautiful, thriving planet thanks to the efforts of Dith and Luke, overlooking the wreckage from the crash. "If only there was something I could do…" pondered Dith, as light from a nearby moon eliminated through his window.

Suddenly, a dark, mysterious figure was sitting besides Dith. Dith jumped back upon noticing the cloaked man's startling appearance. "W-Who are you?" Dith shouted with reluctance.

The man placed his soft, dainty hands on his hood, revealing himself to be none other than Kind Solo. "Dith, it is I. Do not be startled."

The panic in Dith's eyes had disappeared completely. "Oh, Kind Solo. What are you doing here? Are why you dressed so oddly?"

Kind Solo smirked, as if he took pleasure in being asked such a question. "Do not worry, my friend. I have not gone mad, I simply needed to sneak away from King Solo. He didn't want me to visit you in your time of vulnerability."

"Why is that?" Dith asked. He was suspicious of Kind Solo, as he was always a man with ulterior motives.

"Who knows. That man is a fraud. Perhaps he know I would be able to… comfort… you better than he ever could. Then another member of the Galactic Senate would be voting against him when the re-elections run their course next year. But that's not why I'm here, Dith."

Dith felt immense pride whenever someone brought up his status of a Galactic Senator. He was recently elected to the Senate, and was excited to voice his opinion in galactic politics. "Go on, Kind Solo."

"Well, I'm sure that you've heard about Luke's chances of survival. In fact, I have seen that is death is inevitable. Unless…"

Dith rose from his chair. "Unless what? There's something I can do?"

Kind Solo smiled, his grin as crooked as the corrupt Chancellor from many year ago. "Yes, Dith. There is an ancient technique that can restore Luke's life. However, it is a technique used by the Sith."

A frown developed on Dith's face. "I can't learn any Sith techniques. I am their sworn enemy."

"Oh, well then. Fine by me. I just thought you'd want to prevent the death of your best friend and ease your mind of guilt. But if you aren't interested, then I will take my leave."

Kind Solo began to walk out of Dith's room. "Wait!" shouted Dith, after a few seconds of silence. Kind Solo turned around, peering into Dith's soul as his conflicting thoughts swirled inside of him like a devastating tornado. "I… I'll do whatever you say to save my friend." Dith whispered grudgingly.

Kind Solo smiled. "Good, good. Now come with me. I'll will teach you the ways of the Sith."

Meanwhile, Luke was in his hospital room, resting and waiting. His eyes twitched through the bandages that held him down. "Dith, no…" Luke thought. He could only watch as Dith became a pawn to the everlasting darkness.

To be continued…