Chapter 2: The Spy
A man of about 30 years sat in a quieter corner of the Star Rock cantina. He drank his brandy slowly, watching the fist-fights and flirtatious prostitutes with a withdrawn attitude. He had already learned all he needed to know before leaving this despicable place. There was no planetary government, just numerous village leaders. Each tribe was long established and traded with others. There were few conflicts between villages, and those 'wars' only affected the participating tribes. The one interesting thing the natives had told him was the story about a mystical young teenage girl who had caused an enormous explosion 4 years ago. No doubt that was just a myth these pathetic people had made up. Still, it might prove to be of some interest to Lord Vader, his boss. You never knew with him.
As he sipped some more brandy, a sudden silence filled the room. At the entrance stood a young girl who held the highest attention of every individual in the cantina, including himself. She stared hard at each face. No, she couldn't be.
Kela summoned her outrage and anger and let its coldness frost her powerful demeanor. She carefully prepared her words and motions.
"I am looking for a traitor. One move, and I will assume it is you."
She used her magic to read the feelings of the people. Everyone was feeling pure fear, nothing else, except one. He was feeling fear, yes, but also an unusual confusion. Strange, it must be him.
"You. Come."
She pointed at a 30-something year old in a lonely corner. He was hesitant, slowing reaching for a weapon. Yes, it's him.
She used her sorcery to grab the blaster and bring him forward. When he was a couple feet away from her, she dropped him. It was exhausting work, lifting him up with the magic.
"Who sent you here?"
The spy reached for another weapon. She lifted him in the air and controlled his arms and legs so they wouldn't move at his will.
Just like Darth Vader!, thought the spy as he hung helpless in the air. That power, the Force, she's using it just like Vader!
Meanwhile, one other spy for Lord Vader that Kela hadn't detected was standing among the others. He knew better than to save his comrade and kill someone so powerful without Vader's permission. He slowly reached for a blaster, making sure not to catch the girl's attention.
"Who sent you here?" Kela demanded. Her face was reddening from her anger. She took a deep breath and looked into his mind. She didn't know how long she could keep this up. In his mind, she found herself being compared to a tall, black-armored figure. He was very powerful, respected, and. incredibly evil. She peered deeper. Who was he? A name took shape. She strengthened her concentration. Come on, you can do this. She could. Darth Vader. When she got it, she quickly left the spy's thoughts before she fainted.
"Who is Darth Vader!?!"
Before he could answer, a blaster shot ripped through the air and into his back. She dropped him instantly and turned sharply to find someone zipping through the door. She ran outside to find a small space craft flying past the trees to the dark night sky above.
Too late. It's futile to even try to follow it. She walked slowly to her speeder, exhausted. As she rode through the forest to find a deserted spot to rest, she allowed herself to dwell on the thousands of thoughts and questions that filled her head. Who is Darth Vader? What does he want? Will he come? In a few minutes, she was lying in some bushes, her usual bed. Before she could think any further, sleep conquered her at last.
A man of about 30 years sat in a quieter corner of the Star Rock cantina. He drank his brandy slowly, watching the fist-fights and flirtatious prostitutes with a withdrawn attitude. He had already learned all he needed to know before leaving this despicable place. There was no planetary government, just numerous village leaders. Each tribe was long established and traded with others. There were few conflicts between villages, and those 'wars' only affected the participating tribes. The one interesting thing the natives had told him was the story about a mystical young teenage girl who had caused an enormous explosion 4 years ago. No doubt that was just a myth these pathetic people had made up. Still, it might prove to be of some interest to Lord Vader, his boss. You never knew with him.
As he sipped some more brandy, a sudden silence filled the room. At the entrance stood a young girl who held the highest attention of every individual in the cantina, including himself. She stared hard at each face. No, she couldn't be.
Kela summoned her outrage and anger and let its coldness frost her powerful demeanor. She carefully prepared her words and motions.
"I am looking for a traitor. One move, and I will assume it is you."
She used her magic to read the feelings of the people. Everyone was feeling pure fear, nothing else, except one. He was feeling fear, yes, but also an unusual confusion. Strange, it must be him.
"You. Come."
She pointed at a 30-something year old in a lonely corner. He was hesitant, slowing reaching for a weapon. Yes, it's him.
She used her sorcery to grab the blaster and bring him forward. When he was a couple feet away from her, she dropped him. It was exhausting work, lifting him up with the magic.
"Who sent you here?"
The spy reached for another weapon. She lifted him in the air and controlled his arms and legs so they wouldn't move at his will.
Just like Darth Vader!, thought the spy as he hung helpless in the air. That power, the Force, she's using it just like Vader!
Meanwhile, one other spy for Lord Vader that Kela hadn't detected was standing among the others. He knew better than to save his comrade and kill someone so powerful without Vader's permission. He slowly reached for a blaster, making sure not to catch the girl's attention.
"Who sent you here?" Kela demanded. Her face was reddening from her anger. She took a deep breath and looked into his mind. She didn't know how long she could keep this up. In his mind, she found herself being compared to a tall, black-armored figure. He was very powerful, respected, and. incredibly evil. She peered deeper. Who was he? A name took shape. She strengthened her concentration. Come on, you can do this. She could. Darth Vader. When she got it, she quickly left the spy's thoughts before she fainted.
"Who is Darth Vader!?!"
Before he could answer, a blaster shot ripped through the air and into his back. She dropped him instantly and turned sharply to find someone zipping through the door. She ran outside to find a small space craft flying past the trees to the dark night sky above.
Too late. It's futile to even try to follow it. She walked slowly to her speeder, exhausted. As she rode through the forest to find a deserted spot to rest, she allowed herself to dwell on the thousands of thoughts and questions that filled her head. Who is Darth Vader? What does he want? Will he come? In a few minutes, she was lying in some bushes, her usual bed. Before she could think any further, sleep conquered her at last.