"Luke Skywalker was a great man. His valour and courage was
unparalleled. He was also wise. His role in the liberation of the galaxy
from the tyranny of oppression will never be forgotten. In his memory, I
supreme chancellor for the New Republic, unveil this monument so that his
spirit shall be remembered forever in the future"
So said Lisud Neposta, the Supreme Chancellor of the New Republic. He looked at the magnificent and colossal statue of the late Jedi Knight. A throng of people stood below looking at the superstructure. The statue of the man who had freed them. The man who had possessed such insurmountable power. Many had come out of sheer curiosity. But more had come to weep at his death.
"And what are we going to do now?" said Eundis Erpon, Jedi Master and Council Member to Arkasattar Pyran, newly elected head of the Jedi Council.
"Do you have the list of casualities?" Pyran asked.
"It's a long one. Other than Master Skywalker, we lost Kyle Katarn, Ebo Jassid, Namun Ospar, Ran Eneros, Jasper Ailen....many fell."
"I despair for Eneros. How much did we get before the droid was destroyed?"
"Very little, all that we could tell was that the Sith have awoken. And these are the Zalidin Sith." Erpon answered.
Pyran shuddered. "Are you sure about the Zalidin?"
"Yes, I am shocked as well, but when we sent the task force, the planet was empty. No sign of it being inhabited. The factory was deserted. But if indeed the Zalidin are involved...we cant say what they can do."
Pyran sighed. The story of the Zalidin was a well kept secret. Only the members of the High Council were ever told this. After the Imperial Age, much information had been lost from the Archives. But the Zalidin story had been recovered. They were a group of Sith Lords who had crashed on a barbarian planet which lacked technology. They had no connection to the galaxy. They had lived there for generations, increasing their power over the dark side of the force until it grew so thick around the planet that the balance of the Force was totally ruined. Scores of Jedi were sent to the planet. They encountered mutated beings proficient in the force. But their power was tremendous. It was, if possible, impossibly great. It was as if they were the Force. The Jedi were massacred. Under Kendrin Pragadon, the Jedi Master, they had fought back and killed some of the Zalidin. Due to this, the Zalidin attempted to increase their power of the dark side. They became invincible. Kendrin was killed and his Jedi armies were murdered. But when it seemed as if the dark side would engulf the entire galaxy, the Zalidin disappeared. Their planet too disappeared. They had all vanished. The Jedi Prophet Darsha Riviss had predicted them to arise again. This incident had been highly embarrassing to the Jedi. But it had mostly been a war between Jedi and Sith. The inhabitants of the galaxy knew nothing of it. This tale was never recorded in the Galactic Archives. Even in the Jedi Archives, it was inaccessible save for a Council Member. If indeed, the Zalidin were out again, only a miracle would save them. There were tales of the Zalidin proficiency in the force that were only terrifying.
Peltir Raneros lit his lightsaber and waved it in front of him. His opponent, a Khiston male parried and quickly thrusted it at Raneros. He dodged it and turned around bringing his saber upon the Khiston powerfully. The Khiston deflected it with ease. Raneros now jumped behind his opponent and gave a backstroke, all under the span of a millisecond. But the Khiston was faster. He had his saber in the right place. The repeated failure of his attempts irritated Raneros. Not only did his blows strike wrong, but also the Khiston managed to do so almost with a lazy impatience. Rage burst through him. Raising his lightsaber, he brought it down upon the Khiston. The opponent merely turned away and twitched his finger. Raneros fell to the wall and his lightsaber flew from his grasp.
"Control your emotions Peltir." The Khiston said, "You cannot let rage flow through you as easily as that. You barely fought it."
"I am sorry master. I will try not to let it happen."
"Good. And at least try to give me an injury...or at least entertain me. Your performance was grossly below par. Considering your talent, you were bad today. Have you been practicing the teras kasi moves I taught you?"
"A bit." Raneros answered sheepishly.
"I thought so too. But you must practice if you want to be a Jedi."
"I will master."
The Khiston walked away. Raneros lit his saber and practiced mock moves with himself. He was talented yes; he had found his midi-chlorian count to be quite high. Yet, he always seemed to lose his connection to the force when he needed it most. It was this fact that had infuriated him. He closed his eyes, attempting to connect to the force. He saw nothing.
He looked at his master walk away.
So said Lisud Neposta, the Supreme Chancellor of the New Republic. He looked at the magnificent and colossal statue of the late Jedi Knight. A throng of people stood below looking at the superstructure. The statue of the man who had freed them. The man who had possessed such insurmountable power. Many had come out of sheer curiosity. But more had come to weep at his death.
"And what are we going to do now?" said Eundis Erpon, Jedi Master and Council Member to Arkasattar Pyran, newly elected head of the Jedi Council.
"Do you have the list of casualities?" Pyran asked.
"It's a long one. Other than Master Skywalker, we lost Kyle Katarn, Ebo Jassid, Namun Ospar, Ran Eneros, Jasper Ailen....many fell."
"I despair for Eneros. How much did we get before the droid was destroyed?"
"Very little, all that we could tell was that the Sith have awoken. And these are the Zalidin Sith." Erpon answered.
Pyran shuddered. "Are you sure about the Zalidin?"
"Yes, I am shocked as well, but when we sent the task force, the planet was empty. No sign of it being inhabited. The factory was deserted. But if indeed the Zalidin are involved...we cant say what they can do."
Pyran sighed. The story of the Zalidin was a well kept secret. Only the members of the High Council were ever told this. After the Imperial Age, much information had been lost from the Archives. But the Zalidin story had been recovered. They were a group of Sith Lords who had crashed on a barbarian planet which lacked technology. They had no connection to the galaxy. They had lived there for generations, increasing their power over the dark side of the force until it grew so thick around the planet that the balance of the Force was totally ruined. Scores of Jedi were sent to the planet. They encountered mutated beings proficient in the force. But their power was tremendous. It was, if possible, impossibly great. It was as if they were the Force. The Jedi were massacred. Under Kendrin Pragadon, the Jedi Master, they had fought back and killed some of the Zalidin. Due to this, the Zalidin attempted to increase their power of the dark side. They became invincible. Kendrin was killed and his Jedi armies were murdered. But when it seemed as if the dark side would engulf the entire galaxy, the Zalidin disappeared. Their planet too disappeared. They had all vanished. The Jedi Prophet Darsha Riviss had predicted them to arise again. This incident had been highly embarrassing to the Jedi. But it had mostly been a war between Jedi and Sith. The inhabitants of the galaxy knew nothing of it. This tale was never recorded in the Galactic Archives. Even in the Jedi Archives, it was inaccessible save for a Council Member. If indeed, the Zalidin were out again, only a miracle would save them. There were tales of the Zalidin proficiency in the force that were only terrifying.
Peltir Raneros lit his lightsaber and waved it in front of him. His opponent, a Khiston male parried and quickly thrusted it at Raneros. He dodged it and turned around bringing his saber upon the Khiston powerfully. The Khiston deflected it with ease. Raneros now jumped behind his opponent and gave a backstroke, all under the span of a millisecond. But the Khiston was faster. He had his saber in the right place. The repeated failure of his attempts irritated Raneros. Not only did his blows strike wrong, but also the Khiston managed to do so almost with a lazy impatience. Rage burst through him. Raising his lightsaber, he brought it down upon the Khiston. The opponent merely turned away and twitched his finger. Raneros fell to the wall and his lightsaber flew from his grasp.
"Control your emotions Peltir." The Khiston said, "You cannot let rage flow through you as easily as that. You barely fought it."
"I am sorry master. I will try not to let it happen."
"Good. And at least try to give me an injury...or at least entertain me. Your performance was grossly below par. Considering your talent, you were bad today. Have you been practicing the teras kasi moves I taught you?"
"A bit." Raneros answered sheepishly.
"I thought so too. But you must practice if you want to be a Jedi."
"I will master."
The Khiston walked away. Raneros lit his saber and practiced mock moves with himself. He was talented yes; he had found his midi-chlorian count to be quite high. Yet, he always seemed to lose his connection to the force when he needed it most. It was this fact that had infuriated him. He closed his eyes, attempting to connect to the force. He saw nothing.
He looked at his master walk away.