Sorry about the extremely long wait, but my internet was broken for most of that time. To make up for it I'm making this an extra long chapter.
CHAPTER 2: AN UNKNOWN THREAT The Jedi masters sat puzzled in a long room on Tatooine.
"The Mandalorians aren't the only ones were fighting," said a twi'lek. "You all agree, I take it?" he said.
"Yes. But who could deal with Mandalorians? They're the foulest race in the galaxy, worse than twi'leks and ithorians if you ask me," said a human.
"But we didn't ask you, so be quiet," snapped the twi'lek, disgusted. He turned to the council members. "Lets rule out the possibilities," he said.
As he said this an ithorian walked through the doors. "Sith," he said, and everyone gasped. "They are all dead!" said one member. "We killed the last of them!" one commented. " We hunted them down!" said another.
"Who else then. Jawas? Ewoks?" said the ithorian, and everyone knew he was right.
The council spent 4 hours discussing the matter. They finally came to a conclusion. The dark side. It was growing stronger again.
They sent out a message. All troops return home. They were retreating.
Dustil woke with a start. He was a man, had blue eyes and blonde hair. His skin was tanned and scratched.
The noise that woke him was loud and ear piercing. A rancor screech of rage. Kashyyk was a dangerous place to live, mainly because of the creatures that also lived there. He had lived there ever since his escape pod had landed there, when his cruiser had been attacked with a weird blue light. Dustil was a Jedi master, with a lightsaber, the rarest weapon in the galaxy now. He was the last Jedi master. Five years ago the Sith had returned. They had a secret weapon and had slowly defeated the Jedi. Dustil was twenty eight years old. He had been a Jedi soldier and had stolen a violet lightsaber from a dead master. Since then he had helped the wookies by defeating rancors and in return he was being given food.
This was a job, and he was doing it. He picked up his lightsaber and walked out of his hut.
This was his third rancor of the week. He was getting tired of their numbers and wished he could kill them all by eliminating the queen rancor. He had searched all over Kashyyk but had seen no sign of her anywhere. Leaping over the barrier that kept the beasts out of his home Dustil activated his lightsaber and moved silently between the trees. A wookie was out hunting. Dustil watched in horror as a smelly, dirty, giant hand reached out from the shadows. Dustil considered shouting out but then remembered his thoughts of the queen. The rancor would return to the queen with the food and Dustil could follow.
He turned off his lightsaber, afraid that the purple glow would alert the rancor to his presence. He could not defeat a rancor head on. He could easily trap them or use a mine to kill them but it was impossible to kill one hand to hand.
Then came the part that Dustil was dreading. The hand edged closer and closer to the creeping wookie. Bang. The wookie fell, frantically scrambling away. But the rancor crept out from the shadows, and the wookie knew he was doomed. As the large, dirty claws closed around the wookies helpless hairy form Dustil darted behind a tree, a tear in his eye. He had seen death before, but it always depressed him to see an innocent person die.
Staying in the shadows he edged closer to the rancor. Suddenly it moved, crashing through the forest, so different to the stealthy way it had hunted the wookie. Now it had a different aim. Scare off any creatures to get home faster to feed the queen.
They reached a cave entrance, in the part of the forest Dustil didn't ever go into. The rancor crashed inside and there Dustil saw an amazing sight.
3 rancors were fighting in front of a much smaller rancor, each trying to look more impressive than the others. Dustil realised that the small rancor was the queen. Suddenly he decided what to do. Picking up a large stone he threw it to the opposite side of the cave. The rancors ran over to it, forgetting their fight. As soon as they moved away from the queen Dustil struck.
Darting forwards he leaped of the floor and kicked of the wall. Activating his lightsaber in mid leap he smote the queen on the side of her head and fled from the cave before the rancors noticed that the queen was dead. Job done, he though, and wondered off into the mist.
CHAPTER 2: AN UNKNOWN THREAT The Jedi masters sat puzzled in a long room on Tatooine.
"The Mandalorians aren't the only ones were fighting," said a twi'lek. "You all agree, I take it?" he said.
"Yes. But who could deal with Mandalorians? They're the foulest race in the galaxy, worse than twi'leks and ithorians if you ask me," said a human.
"But we didn't ask you, so be quiet," snapped the twi'lek, disgusted. He turned to the council members. "Lets rule out the possibilities," he said.
As he said this an ithorian walked through the doors. "Sith," he said, and everyone gasped. "They are all dead!" said one member. "We killed the last of them!" one commented. " We hunted them down!" said another.
"Who else then. Jawas? Ewoks?" said the ithorian, and everyone knew he was right.
The council spent 4 hours discussing the matter. They finally came to a conclusion. The dark side. It was growing stronger again.
They sent out a message. All troops return home. They were retreating.
Dustil woke with a start. He was a man, had blue eyes and blonde hair. His skin was tanned and scratched.
The noise that woke him was loud and ear piercing. A rancor screech of rage. Kashyyk was a dangerous place to live, mainly because of the creatures that also lived there. He had lived there ever since his escape pod had landed there, when his cruiser had been attacked with a weird blue light. Dustil was a Jedi master, with a lightsaber, the rarest weapon in the galaxy now. He was the last Jedi master. Five years ago the Sith had returned. They had a secret weapon and had slowly defeated the Jedi. Dustil was twenty eight years old. He had been a Jedi soldier and had stolen a violet lightsaber from a dead master. Since then he had helped the wookies by defeating rancors and in return he was being given food.
This was a job, and he was doing it. He picked up his lightsaber and walked out of his hut.
This was his third rancor of the week. He was getting tired of their numbers and wished he could kill them all by eliminating the queen rancor. He had searched all over Kashyyk but had seen no sign of her anywhere. Leaping over the barrier that kept the beasts out of his home Dustil activated his lightsaber and moved silently between the trees. A wookie was out hunting. Dustil watched in horror as a smelly, dirty, giant hand reached out from the shadows. Dustil considered shouting out but then remembered his thoughts of the queen. The rancor would return to the queen with the food and Dustil could follow.
He turned off his lightsaber, afraid that the purple glow would alert the rancor to his presence. He could not defeat a rancor head on. He could easily trap them or use a mine to kill them but it was impossible to kill one hand to hand.
Then came the part that Dustil was dreading. The hand edged closer and closer to the creeping wookie. Bang. The wookie fell, frantically scrambling away. But the rancor crept out from the shadows, and the wookie knew he was doomed. As the large, dirty claws closed around the wookies helpless hairy form Dustil darted behind a tree, a tear in his eye. He had seen death before, but it always depressed him to see an innocent person die.
Staying in the shadows he edged closer to the rancor. Suddenly it moved, crashing through the forest, so different to the stealthy way it had hunted the wookie. Now it had a different aim. Scare off any creatures to get home faster to feed the queen.
They reached a cave entrance, in the part of the forest Dustil didn't ever go into. The rancor crashed inside and there Dustil saw an amazing sight.
3 rancors were fighting in front of a much smaller rancor, each trying to look more impressive than the others. Dustil realised that the small rancor was the queen. Suddenly he decided what to do. Picking up a large stone he threw it to the opposite side of the cave. The rancors ran over to it, forgetting their fight. As soon as they moved away from the queen Dustil struck.
Darting forwards he leaped of the floor and kicked of the wall. Activating his lightsaber in mid leap he smote the queen on the side of her head and fled from the cave before the rancors noticed that the queen was dead. Job done, he though, and wondered off into the mist.