Kisses of Death
The planet of Mujav. Peaceful and serene against the dark night sky of space. Far from Darth Sidious' Empire, it's twisted and gnarled organization - it's very roots created from the dank smell of death, Mujav was, not surprisingly, a peaceful and just planet for any species.
The ruler of this fair planet, Queen Valtine, ensured that the livelihood of every citizen, or even visitors to the planet were not at risk in anyway whilst she sat on the throne. Even though this planet offered protection, it's population stayed at quite a low number, 327 to be precise.
The city of Freea was very extravagantly built. with high gateway arches which stood on all sides of the bustling square marketplace and the houses tall with chaer tile roof and traditional Mujavian brickwork for the walls, elegant fountains where children could play, to the mosaic floor work which could be found wherever you looked.
But nothing was more beautiful than the palace where Queen Valtine lived with her family. Donning beautiful steeple arches that carved their way through clouds and towers that stretched up to the sun, longing for a place amongst the clouds.
Lavish gardens surrounded the palace where citizens would rest and eat their mid-day meal whilst their children would play with one another. Queen Valtine had invited her people into the garden, demolishing the tall iron gates that were left by the previous elected ruler.
Now the city was shrouded in darkness, even the highest pinnacles of the palace longed for light as the night arrived in it's dark robes.
The Senator of Malastare's cruiser dropped out of hyperspace just outside Mujav's atmosphere. Queen Valtine had arranged a meeting with the Senator at the time when all of Mujav would be celebrating their planets birth. It was a joyous time, every 50 years the citizens of Mujav would dance, sing and celebrate for a week. Parades and carnivals took place but the one event everyone looked forward to were the fireworks. The fireworks were intricately designed, the fireworks telling a particular story which Mujav thought was important to them and their way of living. Every 50 years had a different story to tell so that the Mujavians did not have the same fireworks display - it was much more interesting this way.
The cruiser glided over luscious never-ending forests, mysterious and inviting. Finally a clearing appeared along with the fair city of Freea. Day was arriving, and just over the tops of the tall trees the sun was lifting it's head from it's weary sleep; the birth of a new day.
Terian Mugav, a young outcast Jedi Knight, stood in the cockpit of the cruiser, looking out at the beautiful Freea. The archways and fountains took his breath, as the buildings captivated his eyes.
He had seen only one another planet like this, Naboo. But it only reminded him of his family who had been killed there whilst he was away on a training mission. It was then that he abandoned his training and gone to roam around the galaxy. Terian picked up his long coat made from sterile fambaa infants and pulled it on. His good friend Herane Farell, the pilot for this transport had gotten him a 'free' ticket to Mujav. In exchange for the ticket Terian had to escort Herane around the planet so that she wasn't on her own. He didn't have a particular reason for