A Jedi's Sorrow
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George Lucas.
This is my first story, a short 1 about a Jedi who regrets what he has done. No flames please. (Note: this takes place before the Clone Wars)
My name is Hakura Tailee. I am a Jedi. What I have just done is despicable. In a surge of uncontrollable anger, I have gone on a mass rampage, killing hundreds of soldiers, all to end up here, an abandoned area of Corausant. The Jedi, the Supreme Chancellor, and dozens of families, want me. Several bounty hunters, including the infamous Jango Fett are on my tail. Perhaps I should tell you how.
Many years ago, I was taken from my parents, though only at the age of two. The Jedi tell me I was brought up in the spire known as the Jedi temple, where I was born. That is not true. This, I know, is not true. My parents were Keesha and Masaru Tailee, and I was born on the planet of Naboo. It is of little difference, now that I will not last much longer.
I can here the rush of speeders overhead and, among them is Zam Wessel. She is yet another hunter on my trail. Before I made a break for a hiding place, I checked the nearest computer terminal. I have 138 hunters on my trail. But there is one catch. I have to come alive. So why grant the Jedi the satisfaction. In my hand is my lightsaber. I slowly run my hand over the silver hilt. I hold the end to my chest, and press the button one last time.
This is my first story, a short 1 about a Jedi who regrets what he has done. No flames please. (Note: this takes place before the Clone Wars)
My name is Hakura Tailee. I am a Jedi. What I have just done is despicable. In a surge of uncontrollable anger, I have gone on a mass rampage, killing hundreds of soldiers, all to end up here, an abandoned area of Corausant. The Jedi, the Supreme Chancellor, and dozens of families, want me. Several bounty hunters, including the infamous Jango Fett are on my tail. Perhaps I should tell you how.
Many years ago, I was taken from my parents, though only at the age of two. The Jedi tell me I was brought up in the spire known as the Jedi temple, where I was born. That is not true. This, I know, is not true. My parents were Keesha and Masaru Tailee, and I was born on the planet of Naboo. It is of little difference, now that I will not last much longer.
I can here the rush of speeders overhead and, among them is Zam Wessel. She is yet another hunter on my trail. Before I made a break for a hiding place, I checked the nearest computer terminal. I have 138 hunters on my trail. But there is one catch. I have to come alive. So why grant the Jedi the satisfaction. In my hand is my lightsaber. I slowly run my hand over the silver hilt. I hold the end to my chest, and press the button one last time.