Reflection Saga:
Chapter 1
Written by: Siona
Wowie! My first Star Wars fic! I'm so proud of this. ^^ But, considering
it's my first fic in this wonderful story and phenomenon, do expect errors
people!! I'm but a mere Padawan at this, but extremely willing to learn!! I
would really appreciate any reviews, comments, flames even!! Oh yeah. I'm
THAT desperate.
So, without further ado, here's the foremost chapter of this little thing
of mine!
Mace Windu, Jedi Master, studied sadly with cheerless eyes as a tiny body slowly smoldered to ashes on a funeral pyre. His smooth brown face was alit by the flames as they danced upon bone and flesh. The rest of the Jedi Council also was there...except one. The quiet presence of Yaddle was absent, choosing instead to grieve alone. She had the full right to.
The Jedi sighed, closing his eyes as he remembered the life that had once resided inside the blazing elfin body.
The life of the Jedi Master Yaro.
*****
Yaro's heart thundered as he crept into the tall spire of the Jedi Temple. He had prepared all week to do this task; clipped his long, yellow toenails so they would make no sound upon the tile, wore special gloves as of not to leave prints of his three fingers, even put on soft, hand-made, bantha wool shoes to increase his silent approach.
He looked out into the hall with bright, but cautious bronze-green eyes. A strand of brown hair fell into his eyes and he puffed air upwards to push it back. He might as well have had a rat's nest on his head; his hair was so tangled that Yaro expected that if he ever dared to brush it, either his hair would come out or the comb would break.
Footsteps! Someone's coming! , his senses screamed inside his head. As soon as the thought had occurred, a sapphire-colored, male Twi'lek in light-brown robes walked towards him. As quick as he could, Yaro vanished behind the pillar he hid behind, hiding his presence as best as he could. The Jedi Knight strolled right past the 2 foot boy, not even noticing his presence.
As soon as the Jedi had disappeared from sight, Yaro gave a heavy sigh, and then quickly silenced himself. 215 years of living in the streets had taught him how to be inconspicuous and silent as a dead man. Mentally thanking himself for his acute senses and large, sensitive ears, he began his trek towards . . . the main kitchen.
*****
"Wow," was the only thing Yaro could think of to say about the galley. It was huge! There had to be hundreds upon hundreds of different kinds of foods and drinks stored here, from the Core Worlds all the way to the Outer Rim. His mouth simply watered at the sight, let alone the smell. He began to walk forwards when he stepped on a small crumb. The crunch echoed slightly through the storage room, bringing Yaro back to reality.
Shaking his head in disgust at himself, he swung a small pack off of his shoulders. "Let's see, let's see." He looked at the provisions on the bottom shelf. Uck, looked to fancy. Turning around, he decided on the barrels.
Prying one open, he tipped it slightly to see the provisions inside. From the looks of it, fruit. "Hm. Guess being a Jedi has its perks!" He reached inside and picked out a fresh-looking fruit. It was a slight green, like his own skin, and fuzzy. After sniffing it cautiously, Yaro took a bite. A tangy and spicy taste hit his mouth, making him feel warm all over. "Oh yeah, this is a keeper!"
He stuffed a few of the tasty fruit inside his bag, and then went around the large room and filled his pack with fruit, vegetables, and pastries, occasionally eating a tartlet here or one of the spicy fruit there.
After his bag had been filled, Yaro crept back outside, when-
"Hey! Hey, you there! What are you doing?"
"Uh oh." A Jedi had spotted him! A hard mass hit him right on the side of his head. Yaro looked over his shoulder at his attacker...the chef. He looked down, and a wooden spatula lay on the floor near his small feet.
"Get out of here, dirty little thief!" The cook yelled at him, his fat face puckering up and turning scarlet. He waved a second wooden spoon in the air like it was a lethal weapon to be feared by all. His plump body bobbed up and down, seething with anger.
Yaro laughed. There wasn't a smuggler, bounty hunter, or robber on Coruscant who could stop him; he was most definitely not going to be captured by some fat little chef.
Suddenly, three fully armed Jedi came around the corner, lightsabers activated.
"Whoops." Yaro dashed through the hall and down the stairs as fast as his feet could carry him. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his feet. The bantha wool, although quiet, was rough; the pounding of his feet on the floor forced the fabric into his skin. With every step, he left a bloody mark upon the crystal clear tile.
After running for a few minutes, Jedi Knights of all species and ages on his tail, Yaro came into a large, open area. Filled with Jedi. "Oh no. I'm so busted."
"Stop that boy! The little green one!" The chef's voice echoed from atop the flight of stairs, and Yaro could see the shadows appearing. "He stole from the kitchen!"
All the Jedi, young and old, turned to look at the boy. Curiosity turned to swift anger. Realizing what was about to happen, Yaro looked around and spied an elevator.
The chef and his posse came down the stairway. The chubby man pointed an accusing finger at Yaro, yelling with a shrill voice, "Get him!"
"Aah!" Yaro made a dash for the elevator and ran inside, closing the door. The Jedi began to run at him as he desperately pushed at random buttons. The elevator jerked to life and began its descent downwards. Yaro waved cheerfully at the group of Jedi and the fuming chef below, laughing silently to himself. How smart he was!
Bing. "You are now on the 2nd level," the robotic, singsong elevator voice told him. "Have an enjoyable day, and may the Force be with you."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." As soon as the doors unlocked, Yaro had once again sprinted down the corridor when a door opened and a small, frail man bent over a cane appeared. Spotting each other too late, Yaro and the old alien collided. Food flew into the air and fell around them like dead leaves from a tree. The cane fell to the ground.
"Whoa!" The old man complained, gently pushing Yaro off. "Off, off! Who be you?" The elder looked at Yaro and then stared, as did Yaro at the elder. They looked almost exactly alike; save for the fact the older one had lost a good deal of his hair. The old man's sharp yellow eyes took in every thing about Yaro's appearance in a single glance. His baffled look gave way to astonishment. "Yaro?..."
Yaro, too, was surprised. Who was this guy? He had never, in his entire life on Coruscant, met another of his kind. But here was one...old, but one of Yaro's-
An old, elfin man, Yoda, was instructing a much younger Yaro on how to hold his lightsaber properly. Next to this man, a more youthful style of the elderly Jedi, but more like an older version of Yaro. His green eyes shone with pride, his long auburn hair shone along his back. A helmet blocked both Yaro's hearing and sight. But, through the Force, he could see the small metallic ball that hovered just above his head. "Feel the Force around you, you must!" The wizened Jedi Master said. "Deceive you, your eyes will."
-- Yaro shook his head, forcing the vision out of his mind. Whoa. That vision had come out of nowhere.
"You!"
"Huh?" Yaro turned and saw the mob of the cook and Jedi come into view. "Aah!" Jerking up onto his feet, he scrambled to shove the food back into his knapsack and run down the hall. "Sorry, uh, sir! Excuse me, bye!" He vanished around the corner.
As the rest of the Jedi raced after the sneak, one stopped and gave the elderly man his cane. "Master Yoda! Are you alright, sir?"
Yoda grunted and accepted the cane, his eyes not on the man who had helped him up, but on the empty hallway with floors stained red in spots. "Yes...alright I am...but go meditate, I must." He walked slowly down the hall, confused and enlightened at the same time.
*****
Padawan Learner Yaddle walked down the hallway, short arms filled with scrolls. Her red hair piled on top of her head like a bush, curling this way and that like a living creature. Yellow eyes danced with the thought of learning more knowledge, and becoming a good enough Jedi to please her Master.
She had just returned from the library and was now looking forward to reading privately in her room when suddenly a young boy of her species and age came charging through the hall. His head was turned behind him, and he held a heavy-looking sack in his arms.
"Wait, stop!" She tried to warn him, but belatedly as the youth crashed into her. Books collided with the bag, sending fruit onto the floor alongside the scrolls.
"Ow! Not again!" The brown-haired youth looked up at her, his green- bronze eyes full of anger and frustration. But as he looked at Yaddle, his expression changed. Yaddle, too, felt her irritation melt away like ice under a sun. Their eyes locked, and Yaddle had no desire to leave that gaze; it was so bright and full of life, but she could see scars of pain and loneliness as well. The two teens stared at each other for a few seconds, saying nothing. She looked him up and down, taking in his ragged blue vest with white trim tucked into his white pants, his bleeding feet with wool coverings, his dull red and stained vest. He certainly doesn't look like a Jedi...
Suddenly, angry voices echoed throughout the corridor. Their owners' shadows began to grow along the wall. The boy gasped, and struggled to pick up the bruised fruit and smashed pastries and put them in his sack. Yaddle, too, helped him pick up his food, though she didn't know why.
Their hands met over a small honey-cake. The boy flinched at the touch, as if he had learned from a bad experience to stay away from the contact of another being. He drew back his hand, holding the cake in his hand. He looked at it, then smiled, and put it in Yaddle's hand. "Thank you," He said sincerely. "Could you tell me where the nearest exit is?"
Confused, Yaddle pointed to another elevator. "That will take you to the very bottom floor, but why-"
"Thanks again!" The boy dashed off to the elevator, bag of food in hand. He shut the door quickly, pressing buttons desperately. He smiled crookedly at Yaddle as the elevator crawled slowly down. Despite herself, Yaddle grinned slightly and waved back.
As soon as the elevator was out of sight, a small posse of Jedi and the Head Chef came into view. Panting, the scarlet-faced cook asked, "Yaddle, where'd that boy go?" From the way he was twisting the spoon in his chubby hands, he was quite angry at this boy.
Yaddle pointed to the rest of the hallway, farther away from the elevator. "I think he went that way, sir."
"Thanks lass," Turning to the Jedi, he said, "Let's go find that scamp!" The group ran down the passageway, the cook venting his anger by waving the spoon furiously in the air.
Yaddle wondered why they were so angry with the mysterious boy. She looked down at the cake in her hand. Had he stolen from the galley? That'd explain the Head Chef's anger; he was very touchy about his food and how they were treated. Great. She had helped a thief escape. If her Master, Polvin Kut, found out...she shuddered to think of it.
And yet something...something about him was terribly familiar. And his eyes...they had burned with a passion for life. They had frightened and hypnotized her at the same time. She had never seen such eyes...
Yaddle shook the thought from her head. She had to track this boy down and demand he return the food. As a future Jedi Knight, she felt it was her duty. Picking herself up from the floor, she stored the honey-cake in her pocket and licked the sweet nectar off her fingers, and sighed. It tasted wonderful every time. After all the honey was gone from her fingers, she stored the scrolls safely in her jacket, for safekeeping. "Now, to find that boy!" She dashed into the elevator, hoping she wasn't too late.
*****
Yaro panted, wiping the sweat from his brow. When his sleeve came away, it was soaked. Adrenaline surged through his body, numbing the pain of his still sore and bleeding feet. As he leaned against a wall several meters away from the Temple, reality came back full force: He had successfully stolen from the Jedi Knights! He laughed to himself, stunned at his own brilliance. Wait till I tell the others about this! , He thought quietly. He began to sneak off when-
"Hey! Boy! Wait up!"
Yaro sighed. Half the battle is knowing when you're beaten, he thought. And I've been beat.
But it wasn't Jedi or the insane Chef; it was the girl he had run over in the hallway. As she ran up to him, her hair bounced on her hair, rippling like water. Her pockets bulged with the scrolls and the lone honey- cake he had left her. "Did you steal from the Jedi Temple?"
Yaro shrugged, smiling lopsided and chuckled softly. "Maybe, maybe not."
The girl took on an air of frustration and irritation. "If you did, you should return that immediately!" She put her hands on her hips, pushing back her vest. A lightsaber handle stuck out from her belt and Yaro gasped slightly. This-this girl was a Jedi too!?
Overcoming his shock, he said, "So what? It's just a little food! Compared to all the fodder I saw in that storeroom, this isn't even a snack for you Jedi!"
"It is when there's almost 100 thousand Jedi living there, and more being trained!"
"Oh." Yaro hadn't thought of it that way. He scratched his head with a claw, a thoughtful look on his face. "To return or not to return. What a decision..."
He suddenly leaped almost 5 feet in the air using his abilities, a considerable height for someone his size. "Sorry chicky, but I need this food!" Throwing her a salute, he flung down a scroll, saying, "I'm not interested in all these scribbles, you can have it back!"
He dashed off along the roof of the building, sure that the girl couldn't follow him. But the girl, too, jumped upwards and pursued him. "Give them back!" She cried. "You have no right to take those!"
Yaro laughed, looking behind him at the Jedi adolescent. "You'll have to catch me, Jedi!"
As soon as the roof ended, he bounded into the crack separating it, and the second building. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he ran down the garbage-strewn alley at top speed, leaving his pursuer in the dust.
*****
Yaddle stomped her foot angrily on a piece of paper. Whoever-he-was had escaped! She sighed, and looked back towards the towering Jedi Temple. "Now I'll have to explain why I'm out here, and with scrolls from the Archives and a pastry!"
She began to trek unhappily to her home, but then she noticed something. The paper was sticking to her foot. Yaddle shook her foot in an attempt to dislodge it, but it would not come off. She pulled at it with a hand and used the other to balance herself on a trash bin. She gasped when she saw why the paper had stuck to her foot: it was covered in blood.
She glanced down at her foot. No cuts, so it couldn't be hers. Then she remembered; the thief's feet had been bleeding when he had bumped into her. She looked down and barely touched the blood. "Still fresh," She murmured.
Looking down the alley, she could see the bloody remains of where the crook had ran. "Now I'll get him, for sure!"
She ran down the alley, following the scarlet trail of blood.
~Well, there you have it! The very first chapter to the very first part to my very first Star Wars fic!! YAY!! ^^ Wanna find out how Yoda knew Yaro and if Yaddle can catch him? *singsong voice* You're gonna have to wait for Chapter 2!! *devilish grin*
Mace Windu, Jedi Master, studied sadly with cheerless eyes as a tiny body slowly smoldered to ashes on a funeral pyre. His smooth brown face was alit by the flames as they danced upon bone and flesh. The rest of the Jedi Council also was there...except one. The quiet presence of Yaddle was absent, choosing instead to grieve alone. She had the full right to.
The Jedi sighed, closing his eyes as he remembered the life that had once resided inside the blazing elfin body.
The life of the Jedi Master Yaro.
*****
Yaro's heart thundered as he crept into the tall spire of the Jedi Temple. He had prepared all week to do this task; clipped his long, yellow toenails so they would make no sound upon the tile, wore special gloves as of not to leave prints of his three fingers, even put on soft, hand-made, bantha wool shoes to increase his silent approach.
He looked out into the hall with bright, but cautious bronze-green eyes. A strand of brown hair fell into his eyes and he puffed air upwards to push it back. He might as well have had a rat's nest on his head; his hair was so tangled that Yaro expected that if he ever dared to brush it, either his hair would come out or the comb would break.
Footsteps! Someone's coming! , his senses screamed inside his head. As soon as the thought had occurred, a sapphire-colored, male Twi'lek in light-brown robes walked towards him. As quick as he could, Yaro vanished behind the pillar he hid behind, hiding his presence as best as he could. The Jedi Knight strolled right past the 2 foot boy, not even noticing his presence.
As soon as the Jedi had disappeared from sight, Yaro gave a heavy sigh, and then quickly silenced himself. 215 years of living in the streets had taught him how to be inconspicuous and silent as a dead man. Mentally thanking himself for his acute senses and large, sensitive ears, he began his trek towards . . . the main kitchen.
*****
"Wow," was the only thing Yaro could think of to say about the galley. It was huge! There had to be hundreds upon hundreds of different kinds of foods and drinks stored here, from the Core Worlds all the way to the Outer Rim. His mouth simply watered at the sight, let alone the smell. He began to walk forwards when he stepped on a small crumb. The crunch echoed slightly through the storage room, bringing Yaro back to reality.
Shaking his head in disgust at himself, he swung a small pack off of his shoulders. "Let's see, let's see." He looked at the provisions on the bottom shelf. Uck, looked to fancy. Turning around, he decided on the barrels.
Prying one open, he tipped it slightly to see the provisions inside. From the looks of it, fruit. "Hm. Guess being a Jedi has its perks!" He reached inside and picked out a fresh-looking fruit. It was a slight green, like his own skin, and fuzzy. After sniffing it cautiously, Yaro took a bite. A tangy and spicy taste hit his mouth, making him feel warm all over. "Oh yeah, this is a keeper!"
He stuffed a few of the tasty fruit inside his bag, and then went around the large room and filled his pack with fruit, vegetables, and pastries, occasionally eating a tartlet here or one of the spicy fruit there.
After his bag had been filled, Yaro crept back outside, when-
"Hey! Hey, you there! What are you doing?"
"Uh oh." A Jedi had spotted him! A hard mass hit him right on the side of his head. Yaro looked over his shoulder at his attacker...the chef. He looked down, and a wooden spatula lay on the floor near his small feet.
"Get out of here, dirty little thief!" The cook yelled at him, his fat face puckering up and turning scarlet. He waved a second wooden spoon in the air like it was a lethal weapon to be feared by all. His plump body bobbed up and down, seething with anger.
Yaro laughed. There wasn't a smuggler, bounty hunter, or robber on Coruscant who could stop him; he was most definitely not going to be captured by some fat little chef.
Suddenly, three fully armed Jedi came around the corner, lightsabers activated.
"Whoops." Yaro dashed through the hall and down the stairs as fast as his feet could carry him. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his feet. The bantha wool, although quiet, was rough; the pounding of his feet on the floor forced the fabric into his skin. With every step, he left a bloody mark upon the crystal clear tile.
After running for a few minutes, Jedi Knights of all species and ages on his tail, Yaro came into a large, open area. Filled with Jedi. "Oh no. I'm so busted."
"Stop that boy! The little green one!" The chef's voice echoed from atop the flight of stairs, and Yaro could see the shadows appearing. "He stole from the kitchen!"
All the Jedi, young and old, turned to look at the boy. Curiosity turned to swift anger. Realizing what was about to happen, Yaro looked around and spied an elevator.
The chef and his posse came down the stairway. The chubby man pointed an accusing finger at Yaro, yelling with a shrill voice, "Get him!"
"Aah!" Yaro made a dash for the elevator and ran inside, closing the door. The Jedi began to run at him as he desperately pushed at random buttons. The elevator jerked to life and began its descent downwards. Yaro waved cheerfully at the group of Jedi and the fuming chef below, laughing silently to himself. How smart he was!
Bing. "You are now on the 2nd level," the robotic, singsong elevator voice told him. "Have an enjoyable day, and may the Force be with you."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." As soon as the doors unlocked, Yaro had once again sprinted down the corridor when a door opened and a small, frail man bent over a cane appeared. Spotting each other too late, Yaro and the old alien collided. Food flew into the air and fell around them like dead leaves from a tree. The cane fell to the ground.
"Whoa!" The old man complained, gently pushing Yaro off. "Off, off! Who be you?" The elder looked at Yaro and then stared, as did Yaro at the elder. They looked almost exactly alike; save for the fact the older one had lost a good deal of his hair. The old man's sharp yellow eyes took in every thing about Yaro's appearance in a single glance. His baffled look gave way to astonishment. "Yaro?..."
Yaro, too, was surprised. Who was this guy? He had never, in his entire life on Coruscant, met another of his kind. But here was one...old, but one of Yaro's-
An old, elfin man, Yoda, was instructing a much younger Yaro on how to hold his lightsaber properly. Next to this man, a more youthful style of the elderly Jedi, but more like an older version of Yaro. His green eyes shone with pride, his long auburn hair shone along his back. A helmet blocked both Yaro's hearing and sight. But, through the Force, he could see the small metallic ball that hovered just above his head. "Feel the Force around you, you must!" The wizened Jedi Master said. "Deceive you, your eyes will."
-- Yaro shook his head, forcing the vision out of his mind. Whoa. That vision had come out of nowhere.
"You!"
"Huh?" Yaro turned and saw the mob of the cook and Jedi come into view. "Aah!" Jerking up onto his feet, he scrambled to shove the food back into his knapsack and run down the hall. "Sorry, uh, sir! Excuse me, bye!" He vanished around the corner.
As the rest of the Jedi raced after the sneak, one stopped and gave the elderly man his cane. "Master Yoda! Are you alright, sir?"
Yoda grunted and accepted the cane, his eyes not on the man who had helped him up, but on the empty hallway with floors stained red in spots. "Yes...alright I am...but go meditate, I must." He walked slowly down the hall, confused and enlightened at the same time.
*****
Padawan Learner Yaddle walked down the hallway, short arms filled with scrolls. Her red hair piled on top of her head like a bush, curling this way and that like a living creature. Yellow eyes danced with the thought of learning more knowledge, and becoming a good enough Jedi to please her Master.
She had just returned from the library and was now looking forward to reading privately in her room when suddenly a young boy of her species and age came charging through the hall. His head was turned behind him, and he held a heavy-looking sack in his arms.
"Wait, stop!" She tried to warn him, but belatedly as the youth crashed into her. Books collided with the bag, sending fruit onto the floor alongside the scrolls.
"Ow! Not again!" The brown-haired youth looked up at her, his green- bronze eyes full of anger and frustration. But as he looked at Yaddle, his expression changed. Yaddle, too, felt her irritation melt away like ice under a sun. Their eyes locked, and Yaddle had no desire to leave that gaze; it was so bright and full of life, but she could see scars of pain and loneliness as well. The two teens stared at each other for a few seconds, saying nothing. She looked him up and down, taking in his ragged blue vest with white trim tucked into his white pants, his bleeding feet with wool coverings, his dull red and stained vest. He certainly doesn't look like a Jedi...
Suddenly, angry voices echoed throughout the corridor. Their owners' shadows began to grow along the wall. The boy gasped, and struggled to pick up the bruised fruit and smashed pastries and put them in his sack. Yaddle, too, helped him pick up his food, though she didn't know why.
Their hands met over a small honey-cake. The boy flinched at the touch, as if he had learned from a bad experience to stay away from the contact of another being. He drew back his hand, holding the cake in his hand. He looked at it, then smiled, and put it in Yaddle's hand. "Thank you," He said sincerely. "Could you tell me where the nearest exit is?"
Confused, Yaddle pointed to another elevator. "That will take you to the very bottom floor, but why-"
"Thanks again!" The boy dashed off to the elevator, bag of food in hand. He shut the door quickly, pressing buttons desperately. He smiled crookedly at Yaddle as the elevator crawled slowly down. Despite herself, Yaddle grinned slightly and waved back.
As soon as the elevator was out of sight, a small posse of Jedi and the Head Chef came into view. Panting, the scarlet-faced cook asked, "Yaddle, where'd that boy go?" From the way he was twisting the spoon in his chubby hands, he was quite angry at this boy.
Yaddle pointed to the rest of the hallway, farther away from the elevator. "I think he went that way, sir."
"Thanks lass," Turning to the Jedi, he said, "Let's go find that scamp!" The group ran down the passageway, the cook venting his anger by waving the spoon furiously in the air.
Yaddle wondered why they were so angry with the mysterious boy. She looked down at the cake in her hand. Had he stolen from the galley? That'd explain the Head Chef's anger; he was very touchy about his food and how they were treated. Great. She had helped a thief escape. If her Master, Polvin Kut, found out...she shuddered to think of it.
And yet something...something about him was terribly familiar. And his eyes...they had burned with a passion for life. They had frightened and hypnotized her at the same time. She had never seen such eyes...
Yaddle shook the thought from her head. She had to track this boy down and demand he return the food. As a future Jedi Knight, she felt it was her duty. Picking herself up from the floor, she stored the honey-cake in her pocket and licked the sweet nectar off her fingers, and sighed. It tasted wonderful every time. After all the honey was gone from her fingers, she stored the scrolls safely in her jacket, for safekeeping. "Now, to find that boy!" She dashed into the elevator, hoping she wasn't too late.
*****
Yaro panted, wiping the sweat from his brow. When his sleeve came away, it was soaked. Adrenaline surged through his body, numbing the pain of his still sore and bleeding feet. As he leaned against a wall several meters away from the Temple, reality came back full force: He had successfully stolen from the Jedi Knights! He laughed to himself, stunned at his own brilliance. Wait till I tell the others about this! , He thought quietly. He began to sneak off when-
"Hey! Boy! Wait up!"
Yaro sighed. Half the battle is knowing when you're beaten, he thought. And I've been beat.
But it wasn't Jedi or the insane Chef; it was the girl he had run over in the hallway. As she ran up to him, her hair bounced on her hair, rippling like water. Her pockets bulged with the scrolls and the lone honey- cake he had left her. "Did you steal from the Jedi Temple?"
Yaro shrugged, smiling lopsided and chuckled softly. "Maybe, maybe not."
The girl took on an air of frustration and irritation. "If you did, you should return that immediately!" She put her hands on her hips, pushing back her vest. A lightsaber handle stuck out from her belt and Yaro gasped slightly. This-this girl was a Jedi too!?
Overcoming his shock, he said, "So what? It's just a little food! Compared to all the fodder I saw in that storeroom, this isn't even a snack for you Jedi!"
"It is when there's almost 100 thousand Jedi living there, and more being trained!"
"Oh." Yaro hadn't thought of it that way. He scratched his head with a claw, a thoughtful look on his face. "To return or not to return. What a decision..."
He suddenly leaped almost 5 feet in the air using his abilities, a considerable height for someone his size. "Sorry chicky, but I need this food!" Throwing her a salute, he flung down a scroll, saying, "I'm not interested in all these scribbles, you can have it back!"
He dashed off along the roof of the building, sure that the girl couldn't follow him. But the girl, too, jumped upwards and pursued him. "Give them back!" She cried. "You have no right to take those!"
Yaro laughed, looking behind him at the Jedi adolescent. "You'll have to catch me, Jedi!"
As soon as the roof ended, he bounded into the crack separating it, and the second building. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he ran down the garbage-strewn alley at top speed, leaving his pursuer in the dust.
*****
Yaddle stomped her foot angrily on a piece of paper. Whoever-he-was had escaped! She sighed, and looked back towards the towering Jedi Temple. "Now I'll have to explain why I'm out here, and with scrolls from the Archives and a pastry!"
She began to trek unhappily to her home, but then she noticed something. The paper was sticking to her foot. Yaddle shook her foot in an attempt to dislodge it, but it would not come off. She pulled at it with a hand and used the other to balance herself on a trash bin. She gasped when she saw why the paper had stuck to her foot: it was covered in blood.
She glanced down at her foot. No cuts, so it couldn't be hers. Then she remembered; the thief's feet had been bleeding when he had bumped into her. She looked down and barely touched the blood. "Still fresh," She murmured.
Looking down the alley, she could see the bloody remains of where the crook had ran. "Now I'll get him, for sure!"
She ran down the alley, following the scarlet trail of blood.
~Well, there you have it! The very first chapter to the very first part to my very first Star Wars fic!! YAY!! ^^ Wanna find out how Yoda knew Yaro and if Yaddle can catch him? *singsong voice* You're gonna have to wait for Chapter 2!! *devilish grin*