Chapter Four
Master Lele was getting worried. He couldn't find Joza and Anshi was suddenly no longer anywhere in the Force. It was as if he had died, but Anshi was not dead.
Joza walked slowly into the palace. She wondered how she was going to tell Master Lele about Anshi. Yet as she entered the room Lele was in, Lele could sense why, how, and when. He sighed.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"I've just received word from the Council. all Jedi: Masters, Knights, and Apprentices that have had their lightsabers built for over a year, are to go to the world Ruusan. There, we will take on the Sith one last time."
Joza looked at him through wide eyes.
"One last time? You mean--"
"Yes. This is the last battle."
Joza was stunned. She had been at all of the battles except the first. And now it was time. Time to finish what was started almost three thousand years ago.
"According to Jedi intelligence, the Sith have already congregated there. We're leaving right now. Get your stuff."
Joza ran to her room, knowing that she could have told Lele that the Sith were all there. She packed her pack quickly. She froze for a few moments as she picked up Anshis' cloak. She folded it and placed it carefully inside her pack. Anshis' saber...she hung it off of her belt. Grabbing her pack and cloak, Joza ran out the door and to the ship.
Sith Lord Diqu sat in the meeting of Dark Side generals. He listened closely as Dark Lord Kaan outlined the battle plans. Even though the Dark Lord spoke with zest and fervor, it was obvious that a victory was not expected.
Diqu glanced out of the corner of his eye. His apprentice, Ahxa Orkem, was standing like the other apprentices were. Hands behind their backs and heads down. His glances at Lord Kaan though did not go un-noticed. Nolu Edko sat closer to the Dark Lord and listened with rapt attention. He believed in nothing less than victory despite the atmosphere of the camp.
The meeting adjourned soon after that. Edko approached the Dark Lord and bowed respectfully, waiting to be acknowledged before speaking.
"Master Edko. You have a question for me," Lord Kaan asked him.
"Yes, my Lord Kaan. I noticed that two of your best generals are not here. Where are they? Shouldn't they take part in this," Edko did his best to sound humble before his Lord.
"Ah. You speak of Darth Bane and Lee Kun. Don't worry about them. They are what you might consider my contingency plan," Lord Kaan finished with an evil laugh.
Edko bowed and left, Diqu at his side and Ahxa not far behind. Edko walked down through the camp to his tent. Just as he reached it he turned to his friend, Diqu.
"Come, Sada. Let us celebrate our last day of life and our first day of the new order. Which ever the case might be," He said as the three walked into the tent.
Waju Prige stood and watched as the new slaves were sorted into the different capacities. It had been a successful raid done this time. Even before the slaves had shown up, he contacted the dealers to come look and get their new wares. Prige had contacted his old friend Totte Lexa to come pick up a special group of slaves.
The group of slaves he had considered special didn't complain nor were they afraid to say something if they felt it was wrong. They hadn't allowed themselves to be bullied like many of the others had. Their leader was a young man, who looked about twenty. He had blonde hair and pale blue eyes that flashed when he was angry.
Waju broke out of his reverie when he heard his name called. He turned and looked into the crowd and saw Lexa hailing him. Prige waved back and went forward. Lexa broke from the crowd and strode over to Waju. The two clasped hands warmly.
"Waju, my friend. It's good to see again."
"Same to you Totte."
Lexa looked at the slaves after letting go of his friends' hand.
"What's this about a special group of slaves?"
Waju smiled.
"You know how you are always being asked to get pilots, mechanics, butlers and maids? I have a group of slaves that would be perfect for that," Waju slung his arm around Lexas' shoulder and lead him over to the slaves.
Medea paced the floors of her ship. She was growing angrier by the minute. Her son and new apprentice hadn't come. Instead she had felt her sons death. The Jedi army was here, but Miwe wasn't. Joza Miwe was the only Jedi as far as Medea was concerned that was worthy of fighting. That young woman had resisted her son's attempt to get her to join the Dark Side. Her own apprentice had failed, but would she fail?
Medea stopped pacing as a new idea arose in her mind. When Miwe arrived she would fight her and only her. Medea would win her over to the Dark Side. She would become her new apprentice and while it was too late to take advantage of the twins' combined Force powers, Miwe would be so filled with anger and the Dark Side that she might even successfully challenge Dark Lord Kaan.
Medea practically ran off of her ship and into the camp to Lord Kaans' tent. The guard wouldn't let her in so she sent him through the door. The Dark Lord Kaan came out and glared at her.
"Yes Mistress Medea. What is it?"
"When the Jedi Joza Miwe arrives I will be the only one to fight her. No one else can.
"Why Medea?"
Medeas' voice rose and the camp seemed to stop everything that it was doing.
"Miwe is responsible for my sons' death. I want the satisfaction of either turning her to the Dark Side or destroying her," Medea spoke with raw rage in her voice.
Lord Kaan nodded.
"You have heard what was said by Sith Witch Medea. Now obey."
The camp went back to what it was doing. The air soon filled back up with noise. The guard also finally woke up and came out of the tent Kaan placed a hand on the young mans shoulder.
"Go take the rest of the day off, son."
The guard nodded and walked rather unsteadily towards his tent. The evening fires were beginning to be lit. Medea looked up at the sky and sighed. Lord Kaan opened the door of his tent and raised an eyebrow. Medea went inside and waited for Kaan to enter. He stepped in and wrapped his arms around Medea and kissed her deeply. She pulled away after a little bit and let the tears roll down her cheeks.
"Ara. Is our son really dead?"
"Yes Kaan. Killed by Joza Miwe."
Master Lele was getting worried. He couldn't find Joza and Anshi was suddenly no longer anywhere in the Force. It was as if he had died, but Anshi was not dead.
Joza walked slowly into the palace. She wondered how she was going to tell Master Lele about Anshi. Yet as she entered the room Lele was in, Lele could sense why, how, and when. He sighed.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"I've just received word from the Council. all Jedi: Masters, Knights, and Apprentices that have had their lightsabers built for over a year, are to go to the world Ruusan. There, we will take on the Sith one last time."
Joza looked at him through wide eyes.
"One last time? You mean--"
"Yes. This is the last battle."
Joza was stunned. She had been at all of the battles except the first. And now it was time. Time to finish what was started almost three thousand years ago.
"According to Jedi intelligence, the Sith have already congregated there. We're leaving right now. Get your stuff."
Joza ran to her room, knowing that she could have told Lele that the Sith were all there. She packed her pack quickly. She froze for a few moments as she picked up Anshis' cloak. She folded it and placed it carefully inside her pack. Anshis' saber...she hung it off of her belt. Grabbing her pack and cloak, Joza ran out the door and to the ship.
Sith Lord Diqu sat in the meeting of Dark Side generals. He listened closely as Dark Lord Kaan outlined the battle plans. Even though the Dark Lord spoke with zest and fervor, it was obvious that a victory was not expected.
Diqu glanced out of the corner of his eye. His apprentice, Ahxa Orkem, was standing like the other apprentices were. Hands behind their backs and heads down. His glances at Lord Kaan though did not go un-noticed. Nolu Edko sat closer to the Dark Lord and listened with rapt attention. He believed in nothing less than victory despite the atmosphere of the camp.
The meeting adjourned soon after that. Edko approached the Dark Lord and bowed respectfully, waiting to be acknowledged before speaking.
"Master Edko. You have a question for me," Lord Kaan asked him.
"Yes, my Lord Kaan. I noticed that two of your best generals are not here. Where are they? Shouldn't they take part in this," Edko did his best to sound humble before his Lord.
"Ah. You speak of Darth Bane and Lee Kun. Don't worry about them. They are what you might consider my contingency plan," Lord Kaan finished with an evil laugh.
Edko bowed and left, Diqu at his side and Ahxa not far behind. Edko walked down through the camp to his tent. Just as he reached it he turned to his friend, Diqu.
"Come, Sada. Let us celebrate our last day of life and our first day of the new order. Which ever the case might be," He said as the three walked into the tent.
Waju Prige stood and watched as the new slaves were sorted into the different capacities. It had been a successful raid done this time. Even before the slaves had shown up, he contacted the dealers to come look and get their new wares. Prige had contacted his old friend Totte Lexa to come pick up a special group of slaves.
The group of slaves he had considered special didn't complain nor were they afraid to say something if they felt it was wrong. They hadn't allowed themselves to be bullied like many of the others had. Their leader was a young man, who looked about twenty. He had blonde hair and pale blue eyes that flashed when he was angry.
Waju broke out of his reverie when he heard his name called. He turned and looked into the crowd and saw Lexa hailing him. Prige waved back and went forward. Lexa broke from the crowd and strode over to Waju. The two clasped hands warmly.
"Waju, my friend. It's good to see again."
"Same to you Totte."
Lexa looked at the slaves after letting go of his friends' hand.
"What's this about a special group of slaves?"
Waju smiled.
"You know how you are always being asked to get pilots, mechanics, butlers and maids? I have a group of slaves that would be perfect for that," Waju slung his arm around Lexas' shoulder and lead him over to the slaves.
Medea paced the floors of her ship. She was growing angrier by the minute. Her son and new apprentice hadn't come. Instead she had felt her sons death. The Jedi army was here, but Miwe wasn't. Joza Miwe was the only Jedi as far as Medea was concerned that was worthy of fighting. That young woman had resisted her son's attempt to get her to join the Dark Side. Her own apprentice had failed, but would she fail?
Medea stopped pacing as a new idea arose in her mind. When Miwe arrived she would fight her and only her. Medea would win her over to the Dark Side. She would become her new apprentice and while it was too late to take advantage of the twins' combined Force powers, Miwe would be so filled with anger and the Dark Side that she might even successfully challenge Dark Lord Kaan.
Medea practically ran off of her ship and into the camp to Lord Kaans' tent. The guard wouldn't let her in so she sent him through the door. The Dark Lord Kaan came out and glared at her.
"Yes Mistress Medea. What is it?"
"When the Jedi Joza Miwe arrives I will be the only one to fight her. No one else can.
"Why Medea?"
Medeas' voice rose and the camp seemed to stop everything that it was doing.
"Miwe is responsible for my sons' death. I want the satisfaction of either turning her to the Dark Side or destroying her," Medea spoke with raw rage in her voice.
Lord Kaan nodded.
"You have heard what was said by Sith Witch Medea. Now obey."
The camp went back to what it was doing. The air soon filled back up with noise. The guard also finally woke up and came out of the tent Kaan placed a hand on the young mans shoulder.
"Go take the rest of the day off, son."
The guard nodded and walked rather unsteadily towards his tent. The evening fires were beginning to be lit. Medea looked up at the sky and sighed. Lord Kaan opened the door of his tent and raised an eyebrow. Medea went inside and waited for Kaan to enter. He stepped in and wrapped his arms around Medea and kissed her deeply. She pulled away after a little bit and let the tears roll down her cheeks.
"Ara. Is our son really dead?"
"Yes Kaan. Killed by Joza Miwe."