The characters used in this story do not belong to me, they belong to
George Lucas. The story and plot, however, are all mine!
Chapter 1: Kela
"Hurry, she's coming!"
The darkness was shedding quickly, each appearing star a threatening reminder of the little time left. The villagers scurried to their places, some tripping on their loose, wool cloaks and the vine-like vegetation that wrapped around the green forest planet. Several fires gave a warm, orange glow to the dirty faces of the villagers as they waited anxiously for their leader. The feast lay on the long table that sat in front of the wooden huts the people called their homes. A wide aisle between the crowd of people had appeared silently. All they could do now was listen to the buzzing hum of Her approaching speeder, and pray that their hard labor would be fruitful in the end.
A compact, heavy-built speeder whizzed through the jungle trees in a single, smooth stroke and came to a roaring stop in front of the throng of peasants. The small figure atop the speeder instantly threw off her helmet to reveal a pair of brilliant amaphyst eyes that scanned the surroundings with an all-knowing intelligence. She slowly brushed off a bang of her black ebony chin-length hair off her lightly-tanned, rosy cheeks. A blaster tapped against her hip as she swung her leg over the speeder to stand before the petrified audience. She glanced heavily over the crowd. She wore tight knee-long denim capris, worn sneakers, and a loose wool top with elbow-length sleeves and a small v-neck. After a heart-stopping pause, she walked on.
She holds no official title and no governmental authority. You will not find her name in any documents, or hear it in any holonews program. Yet mention her in any cantina, library, or home on the planet, and you will be looked upon with interest and listened with abrupt curiosity. The only line of authority she has is the sorcery and unbelievable power that caused the destruction of a clone center and laboratory 4 years ago with her bare hands. The explosion was so colossal, so catastrophic, it's smoke gobbled the fresh air miles away for days. Thousands of scientists and civilians were killed. The only survivor within a 40-mile radius of the explosion was Kela, the 13 -year old human girl that now stood in front of the feast table.
"You have unusual news for me," Kela stated.
"Yes, Kela," spoke the local tribe leader nervously.
"My tribe has seen signs of the Empire's arrival. Space ships of monstrous size have been spotted in the atmosphere. We felt it would be her Kelali's interest to know of this information from witnesses."
"I am aware of this," lied Kela. She carefully stiffened her face so it wouldn't betray her shock. She glanced casually towards her right to polish the façade. "How many ships?" she demanded.
"One large ship, and a couple smaller ones."
Kela challenged the tribe leader with her glare.
"And what makes you think these ships are Imperial craft?"
The tribe leader hesitated.
"They appear to be Imperial design. And they are far to large to be cargo ships."
Kela thought this over. Could she trust this man? She used her power to lightly read his mind. She couldn't read worded thoughts, but she could read intents and feelings. He spoke the truth. She left his head and looked over the anxious crowd.
"Your tribe was wise in it's actions. Your assistance is appreciated and will be rewarded," she let the village's mood rise, "if, you supply me with all the information that I desire truthfully. Understood, tribe leader?"
"Yes, Kela." He nodded greatly.
"Now, is there anything else you would like to tell me?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, yes, there is. A strange man has been seen at a nearby cantina often. My people have described him as being very observant and aloof."
Like a spy, thought Kela. Oh, great. What's going on now? I need to think about this. Alone.
Without saying a word, she walked diligently down the aisle, hopped onto her speeder bike, and flew into the dark depths of the forest.
When she was at least a two miles away, she stopped and just sat there.
Man, how did I ever miss this one? With only the harmless small animals to watch her, she let her face pour forth her worry and nervousness. What are they going to do? They're going to find out about me one way or another. I have no alliance with the Empire, so they'll need to destroy me to gain control of this planet, Nancuun. She rested her head against a tree. Nancuun was a small Outer Rim planet with a human population separated in tribes, and had an almost non-existent economy of small businesses and smugglers. The tribe leaders and gang leaders were the main governors after her, Kela. Despite her power, whatever it was, she wasn't at all bloodthirsty. Using brutal logic, as she liked to call it, she led her people well. She had libraries built, town centers constructed, and crops harvested. When someone stepped out of line, though, she promptly got rid of him. Harsh, but it worked. She had no office, no palace, just her speeder bike, the clothes on her back, and the hope of being as happy as a 13-year old leader of a planet could be. She spent most of her time in cantinas talking with tribal leaders, messengers, and smugglers. It was tough, but it was better than being a science experiment four years ago.
It was only a matter of time before the Empire came, she thought. They have finally discovered all this planet's recourses, as they'll soon be discovering me. She took a deep breath. She was gaining nothing from this. It was time to meet this spy. She grudgingly climbed onto her speeder bike and headed towards the Star Rock cantina.
Chapter 1: Kela
"Hurry, she's coming!"
The darkness was shedding quickly, each appearing star a threatening reminder of the little time left. The villagers scurried to their places, some tripping on their loose, wool cloaks and the vine-like vegetation that wrapped around the green forest planet. Several fires gave a warm, orange glow to the dirty faces of the villagers as they waited anxiously for their leader. The feast lay on the long table that sat in front of the wooden huts the people called their homes. A wide aisle between the crowd of people had appeared silently. All they could do now was listen to the buzzing hum of Her approaching speeder, and pray that their hard labor would be fruitful in the end.
A compact, heavy-built speeder whizzed through the jungle trees in a single, smooth stroke and came to a roaring stop in front of the throng of peasants. The small figure atop the speeder instantly threw off her helmet to reveal a pair of brilliant amaphyst eyes that scanned the surroundings with an all-knowing intelligence. She slowly brushed off a bang of her black ebony chin-length hair off her lightly-tanned, rosy cheeks. A blaster tapped against her hip as she swung her leg over the speeder to stand before the petrified audience. She glanced heavily over the crowd. She wore tight knee-long denim capris, worn sneakers, and a loose wool top with elbow-length sleeves and a small v-neck. After a heart-stopping pause, she walked on.
She holds no official title and no governmental authority. You will not find her name in any documents, or hear it in any holonews program. Yet mention her in any cantina, library, or home on the planet, and you will be looked upon with interest and listened with abrupt curiosity. The only line of authority she has is the sorcery and unbelievable power that caused the destruction of a clone center and laboratory 4 years ago with her bare hands. The explosion was so colossal, so catastrophic, it's smoke gobbled the fresh air miles away for days. Thousands of scientists and civilians were killed. The only survivor within a 40-mile radius of the explosion was Kela, the 13 -year old human girl that now stood in front of the feast table.
"You have unusual news for me," Kela stated.
"Yes, Kela," spoke the local tribe leader nervously.
"My tribe has seen signs of the Empire's arrival. Space ships of monstrous size have been spotted in the atmosphere. We felt it would be her Kelali's interest to know of this information from witnesses."
"I am aware of this," lied Kela. She carefully stiffened her face so it wouldn't betray her shock. She glanced casually towards her right to polish the façade. "How many ships?" she demanded.
"One large ship, and a couple smaller ones."
Kela challenged the tribe leader with her glare.
"And what makes you think these ships are Imperial craft?"
The tribe leader hesitated.
"They appear to be Imperial design. And they are far to large to be cargo ships."
Kela thought this over. Could she trust this man? She used her power to lightly read his mind. She couldn't read worded thoughts, but she could read intents and feelings. He spoke the truth. She left his head and looked over the anxious crowd.
"Your tribe was wise in it's actions. Your assistance is appreciated and will be rewarded," she let the village's mood rise, "if, you supply me with all the information that I desire truthfully. Understood, tribe leader?"
"Yes, Kela." He nodded greatly.
"Now, is there anything else you would like to tell me?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, yes, there is. A strange man has been seen at a nearby cantina often. My people have described him as being very observant and aloof."
Like a spy, thought Kela. Oh, great. What's going on now? I need to think about this. Alone.
Without saying a word, she walked diligently down the aisle, hopped onto her speeder bike, and flew into the dark depths of the forest.
When she was at least a two miles away, she stopped and just sat there.
Man, how did I ever miss this one? With only the harmless small animals to watch her, she let her face pour forth her worry and nervousness. What are they going to do? They're going to find out about me one way or another. I have no alliance with the Empire, so they'll need to destroy me to gain control of this planet, Nancuun. She rested her head against a tree. Nancuun was a small Outer Rim planet with a human population separated in tribes, and had an almost non-existent economy of small businesses and smugglers. The tribe leaders and gang leaders were the main governors after her, Kela. Despite her power, whatever it was, she wasn't at all bloodthirsty. Using brutal logic, as she liked to call it, she led her people well. She had libraries built, town centers constructed, and crops harvested. When someone stepped out of line, though, she promptly got rid of him. Harsh, but it worked. She had no office, no palace, just her speeder bike, the clothes on her back, and the hope of being as happy as a 13-year old leader of a planet could be. She spent most of her time in cantinas talking with tribal leaders, messengers, and smugglers. It was tough, but it was better than being a science experiment four years ago.
It was only a matter of time before the Empire came, she thought. They have finally discovered all this planet's recourses, as they'll soon be discovering me. She took a deep breath. She was gaining nothing from this. It was time to meet this spy. She grudgingly climbed onto her speeder bike and headed towards the Star Rock cantina.