Chapter One
15-year-old Siri Tachi slowly made her way though calming exercises as she sat cross-legged in a sparing room of the Jedi Temple. She was waiting for a fellow Padawan and wanted a clear head to face him. This particular Padawan had defeated her all of fourteen times and it made Siri furious. The way he acted around her, all high and mighty, just because he had won a stupid duel!! And it didn't help this Jedi was one of her closest friends. Just the thinking about it enraged the young Jedi, making calming exercises futile. Sighing, she slipped off her over-tunic and began do to calisthenics. Ten minutes into her workout, the object of her displeasure entered the large room. Her eyebrow twitched as he struted in, already in his undershirt, and smiled at her in what had to be the most arrogant fashion imaginable.
"Hello, Obi-Wan." , Siri said through gritted teeth. The older Jedi smiled at her and replied.
"How many times have I beat you now? I lost count after it hit double digits." It took 14 years of Jedi training to keep Siri from lunging at him. "You are going to pay for that one." Obi-Wan merely unclipped his lightsaber and stood ready, the bright blue coloring his face. Siri palmed the familiar weapon and felt the comforting heat of the magenta blade. The two combatants waited to see who would strike first. It was Siri. Obi-Wan barely bought up his blade to block her lunge. Disentangling her weapon, Siri slashed down to his knee only to have her blade stopped by a rod of blue. Teeth clenched in frustration, she let loose a flurry of slashes and lunges, all of whom the older Jedi blocked easily.
Obi-Wan wanted to shake the younger human in frustration. As long as she'd known him, Siri had to know she would never get through his defenses like that. Blocking yet another strike, he pushed forward with the Force, sending his raging opponent flying away and deactivating his lightsaber.
"Siri, stop trying to break through my defenses on sheer strength! For Force's sake that's what Form Three was designed to stop. Now, get up and try to relax, this isn't a real duel and I'm not your enemy. Far from it, I hope.", he said slowly as not to infuriate his friend more. Siri panted, her anger ebbing away into guilt as Obi-Wan helped her up. But that doesn't mean she'd ever show it.
"So you were about to crack huh? Figures. C'mon, let's go to the lounge, I wanna check if any more Senator's have been murdered.", she said in what she hoped was convincing apathy. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he followed her out of the sparing room.
It was a pitch black night on the world of Selonia. The Senator slept peacefully in his home, unaware of the menace against him. Unaware that he was the target of a Sith Lord. A man in strange armor quietly cut through the glass of the Senator's bedroom having already deactivated the security system. The bounty hunter sild in the room silently. He slowly made his way to the where the Senator and his wife were sleeping. The hunter smiled inside his helmet. Even if they had been awake, it would've made no difference. Because, if Jango Fett wanted you dead, you were dead.
By the time dawn drove the darkness away, yet another member of the Senate lay with his throat slit.
15-year-old Siri Tachi slowly made her way though calming exercises as she sat cross-legged in a sparing room of the Jedi Temple. She was waiting for a fellow Padawan and wanted a clear head to face him. This particular Padawan had defeated her all of fourteen times and it made Siri furious. The way he acted around her, all high and mighty, just because he had won a stupid duel!! And it didn't help this Jedi was one of her closest friends. Just the thinking about it enraged the young Jedi, making calming exercises futile. Sighing, she slipped off her over-tunic and began do to calisthenics. Ten minutes into her workout, the object of her displeasure entered the large room. Her eyebrow twitched as he struted in, already in his undershirt, and smiled at her in what had to be the most arrogant fashion imaginable.
"Hello, Obi-Wan." , Siri said through gritted teeth. The older Jedi smiled at her and replied.
"How many times have I beat you now? I lost count after it hit double digits." It took 14 years of Jedi training to keep Siri from lunging at him. "You are going to pay for that one." Obi-Wan merely unclipped his lightsaber and stood ready, the bright blue coloring his face. Siri palmed the familiar weapon and felt the comforting heat of the magenta blade. The two combatants waited to see who would strike first. It was Siri. Obi-Wan barely bought up his blade to block her lunge. Disentangling her weapon, Siri slashed down to his knee only to have her blade stopped by a rod of blue. Teeth clenched in frustration, she let loose a flurry of slashes and lunges, all of whom the older Jedi blocked easily.
Obi-Wan wanted to shake the younger human in frustration. As long as she'd known him, Siri had to know she would never get through his defenses like that. Blocking yet another strike, he pushed forward with the Force, sending his raging opponent flying away and deactivating his lightsaber.
"Siri, stop trying to break through my defenses on sheer strength! For Force's sake that's what Form Three was designed to stop. Now, get up and try to relax, this isn't a real duel and I'm not your enemy. Far from it, I hope.", he said slowly as not to infuriate his friend more. Siri panted, her anger ebbing away into guilt as Obi-Wan helped her up. But that doesn't mean she'd ever show it.
"So you were about to crack huh? Figures. C'mon, let's go to the lounge, I wanna check if any more Senator's have been murdered.", she said in what she hoped was convincing apathy. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he followed her out of the sparing room.
It was a pitch black night on the world of Selonia. The Senator slept peacefully in his home, unaware of the menace against him. Unaware that he was the target of a Sith Lord. A man in strange armor quietly cut through the glass of the Senator's bedroom having already deactivated the security system. The bounty hunter sild in the room silently. He slowly made his way to the where the Senator and his wife were sleeping. The hunter smiled inside his helmet. Even if they had been awake, it would've made no difference. Because, if Jango Fett wanted you dead, you were dead.
By the time dawn drove the darkness away, yet another member of the Senate lay with his throat slit.