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Me = Bored teenager with way too much time on my hands.
See the difference? 'Nuff said.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Voices were speaking. "Go get some more herbs." "I'll need some salve." "Narko, be a dear and fetch your mother some water." They flooded around him.
He could sense happiness, and some nervousness around him. There was not a trace of despair or anger.
Pain still clouded his thoughts. He had a dim recollection of what had happened.
Was he dead? It sure didn't sound like it.
He could feel something cool on his side. It dulled the pain a little. He could still feel his arm, leg, and head throbbing with pain, and his assorted small cuts and bruises stung a little.
Finally, Aro-Ken opened his eyes.
He saw three women tending to his wounds, bandaging them and pressing herbs to them.
"He's awake!" one of them suddenly said.
"How do you feel?" asked another.
"Where am I?" asked Aro-Ken.
"You are in Wellmir. Some of the men found you in the Dead Site, but you were alive," one of the women said.
"The Dead Site?" Aro-Ken weakly asked.
"It is where they leave dead people," said another one of the women.
Slowly, his memories began to come back to him.
"Where is Wellmir?" he asked.
"It is on Jadda."
"Where's Jadda?"
"It is the moon of Crixxin."
"How did I get here?"
"You were brought by the ship."
Aro-Ken suddenly remembered everything. His mission on Crixxin, the fight with Gripfang, and Del-Mon. What had happened to his master?
"I need to get off this moon!" cried Aro-Ken, starting to sit up.
"No, no, you are too weak! You must stay here until you get your strength back," said one of the women. She gently placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down.
"I was on a very important mission on Crixxin, I must return to the planet!" he insisted.
"Rest first," said the woman, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Aro-Ken sighed with frustration. He moved her hand and stood up, starting for the door and trying to ignore the pain.
Suddenly he turned around. "Where are my clothes?" he asked, realizing he was wearing only his shorts.
"They are being cleaned in the river."
"The river? Don't you have droids to do that?"
"No. There are no mechanics on Jadda," said one of the women.
Aro-Ken lay down again.
"Rest now. We will be back later," said one of the women, and the other two followed her out of the room.
Aro-Ken lay there for a while, trying to focus on anything but the pain, but fell asleep shortly.
He awoke later feeling slightly better. He heard giggles.
Aro-Ken opened his eyes, and saw several small heads gazing through the windows.
"Ssh, ssh, he's awake!" "I can see that!" "He's very handsome!" came the excited whispers.
He finally felt ready to make sure he was all right. Aro-Ken lifted a hand and put it to his head. He flinched and drew in a sharp breath at the pain it brought. He tried to move his right arm, the one that had been shot, and fire erupted, shooting along it. Slowly, he bent both knees, and found that he probably could walk if he really needed to, despite the pain that still stabbed at his lower leg where Gripfang had seized it. His balance would definitely be off, but he'd be able to stand at least.
He turned his head and suddenly saw someone sitting next to him, and jumped, springing into a sitting position. Pain jabbed at him along the left side of his ribcage.
The person rose. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, I just brought you-" Aro-Ken discovered that the person was a young boy. He wasn't very tall, and had black hair and dark silver eyes that had been curiously looking at him.
"It's all right, it's all right. You can stay if you want," Aro-Ken said.
The boy slowly sat down. "All the other kids wanted to, but Mom chose me," he proudly said.
"Chose you for what?" Aro-Ken asked.
"To bring you your food," the boy said, gesturing to the platter next to the bed.
"Oh, thank you," said the Jedi.
The boy waited a minute or two, either nervous or excited, and then said, "What's your name?"
"My name is Aro-Ken Rumos," he answered.
"I'm Mattan," the young boy said.
"How old are you, Mattan?" Aro-Ken asked him.
"I'm eight," he answered.
Aro-Ken was silent for a moment. There was something about this boy that made him think. He knew he had sensed if before. He just didn't know when or where.
"What's this?" Mattan suddenly asked, holding out Aro-Ken's lightsaber.
"Give me that!" he cried, taking it from the boy. "Where did you find it?" Aro-Ken asked.
"You had it when I found you."
"You found me?" Aro-Ken asked.
Mattan smiled proudly and nodded. "What is it?" he repeated, pointing at the lightsaber.
"It's called a lightsaber. It's very dangerous. I don't want you to touch it again, all right?" Aro-Ken asked.
"OK," Mattan nodded.
"All right," Aro-Ken said, putting his lightsaber aside.
Aro-Ken kept thinking about the boy. Where most children his age would whine and ask questions, Mattan simply accepted things. He acted almost too mature to be eight years old.
"How did you get hurt?" asked Mattan.
"I had to fight a big animal. It was like a serpent. And then I won the fight, and some people tried to shoot me," Aro-Ken explained.
"Why did they try to shoot you if you won the fight?" Mattan asked.
"Because they wanted me to lose."
"Why do you have your lightsaber?" Mattan curiously asked. He seemed to be fascinated with it.
"Because I am what is called a Jedi. Have you heard of Jedis?"
Mattan shook his head, intrigued.
"Well, I can use something called the Force. I can move things, tell when someone is behind me, and do things to peoples' minds," said Aro-Ken.
"Wow," Mattan said, his eyes wide.
He opened his mouth to say something, but just then the door opened. A woman's voice came, shooing away the other children who had been peeking through the windows.
"Mattan, come on. Our guest needs some quiet," she said, putting a hand on Mattan's shoulder. She had Mattan's silver eyes and dark hair. She smiled at Aro-Ken.
"All right," Mattan reluctantly said, but he did not put up an argument or throw a tantrum.
"It was nice to meet you, Mattan," Aro-Ken called after him.
"I'll come back tomorrow!" the boy called back.
After he had eaten his meal, some fresh fruits and a very good salad, he did some intense thinking. He tried to sense whether his master was all right or not, but his thoughts kept turning back to Mattan.
This boy was different. There was no denying that.
As he had talked with Mattan, Aro-Ken had felt something that always seemed to be lingering in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He seemed very sensible and impassive, like someone five years older than he was.
The young Jedi just lay there, his mind wondering about Mattan, for about another hour, when the three women came in to redress his wounds. Aro-Ken learned that their names were Rida, Lani, and Wyla. They were the best healers in the village.
"Why is it that you don't you have droids or anything here to do these things for you?" Aro-Ken curiously asked.
"There are no mechanics on this moon. We are all exiles from Crixxin, or the descendants of exiles. The Crixxian rulers and Prime Ministers have been sending exiles here for centuries," explained Lani. Lani had very long, golden blond hair and clear blue eyes.
"Why were people exiled?" Aro-Ken inquired.
"Most of them were very strong Atheists. Some broke the understood laws of Crixxian, and others are petty criminals," said Wyla. Wyla was aging, but not about to die. Her hair was streaked with white and grey, and she had kind green eyes.
"What of Mattan? How did he and his mother end up here?"
"I'm sorry, Aro-Ken, but it is not our place to tell you that. You will have to ask Dahna yourself," said Lani.
Aro-Ken nodded. "When will I be able to walk again?"
"At the rate you are recovering, I'd say some time tomorrow," said Rida. Rida's hair was copper colored and her eyes were hazel.
"Is there a way off this moon?" asked Aro-Ken.
Lani sadly shook her head.
"There has to be one," Aro-Ken intently said.
"No. The men of the village have tried. They cannot build a ship or overpower the ones that leave dead on Jadda," said Wyla.
"That was before you had a Jedi on your side," Aro-Ken said with a mysterious grin.
*****
So what did you think? Please review! Flames, like, no-like, I don't care! I'll read anything! I'm a review freak, I live for reviews!
George Lucas = owner of Star Wars
Me = Bored teenager with way too much time on my hands.
See the difference? 'Nuff said.
YAAAAY!!! THE SITE FINALLY WORKS AGAIN!!! WAHOOO!!!
*****
CHAPTER SEVEN
Voices were speaking. "Go get some more herbs." "I'll need some salve." "Narko, be a dear and fetch your mother some water." They flooded around him.
He could sense happiness, and some nervousness around him. There was not a trace of despair or anger.
Pain still clouded his thoughts. He had a dim recollection of what had happened.
Was he dead? It sure didn't sound like it.
He could feel something cool on his side. It dulled the pain a little. He could still feel his arm, leg, and head throbbing with pain, and his assorted small cuts and bruises stung a little.
Finally, Aro-Ken opened his eyes.
He saw three women tending to his wounds, bandaging them and pressing herbs to them.
"He's awake!" one of them suddenly said.
"How do you feel?" asked another.
"Where am I?" asked Aro-Ken.
"You are in Wellmir. Some of the men found you in the Dead Site, but you were alive," one of the women said.
"The Dead Site?" Aro-Ken weakly asked.
"It is where they leave dead people," said another one of the women.
Slowly, his memories began to come back to him.
"Where is Wellmir?" he asked.
"It is on Jadda."
"Where's Jadda?"
"It is the moon of Crixxin."
"How did I get here?"
"You were brought by the ship."
Aro-Ken suddenly remembered everything. His mission on Crixxin, the fight with Gripfang, and Del-Mon. What had happened to his master?
"I need to get off this moon!" cried Aro-Ken, starting to sit up.
"No, no, you are too weak! You must stay here until you get your strength back," said one of the women. She gently placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down.
"I was on a very important mission on Crixxin, I must return to the planet!" he insisted.
"Rest first," said the woman, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Aro-Ken sighed with frustration. He moved her hand and stood up, starting for the door and trying to ignore the pain.
Suddenly he turned around. "Where are my clothes?" he asked, realizing he was wearing only his shorts.
"They are being cleaned in the river."
"The river? Don't you have droids to do that?"
"No. There are no mechanics on Jadda," said one of the women.
Aro-Ken lay down again.
"Rest now. We will be back later," said one of the women, and the other two followed her out of the room.
Aro-Ken lay there for a while, trying to focus on anything but the pain, but fell asleep shortly.
He awoke later feeling slightly better. He heard giggles.
Aro-Ken opened his eyes, and saw several small heads gazing through the windows.
"Ssh, ssh, he's awake!" "I can see that!" "He's very handsome!" came the excited whispers.
He finally felt ready to make sure he was all right. Aro-Ken lifted a hand and put it to his head. He flinched and drew in a sharp breath at the pain it brought. He tried to move his right arm, the one that had been shot, and fire erupted, shooting along it. Slowly, he bent both knees, and found that he probably could walk if he really needed to, despite the pain that still stabbed at his lower leg where Gripfang had seized it. His balance would definitely be off, but he'd be able to stand at least.
He turned his head and suddenly saw someone sitting next to him, and jumped, springing into a sitting position. Pain jabbed at him along the left side of his ribcage.
The person rose. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, I just brought you-" Aro-Ken discovered that the person was a young boy. He wasn't very tall, and had black hair and dark silver eyes that had been curiously looking at him.
"It's all right, it's all right. You can stay if you want," Aro-Ken said.
The boy slowly sat down. "All the other kids wanted to, but Mom chose me," he proudly said.
"Chose you for what?" Aro-Ken asked.
"To bring you your food," the boy said, gesturing to the platter next to the bed.
"Oh, thank you," said the Jedi.
The boy waited a minute or two, either nervous or excited, and then said, "What's your name?"
"My name is Aro-Ken Rumos," he answered.
"I'm Mattan," the young boy said.
"How old are you, Mattan?" Aro-Ken asked him.
"I'm eight," he answered.
Aro-Ken was silent for a moment. There was something about this boy that made him think. He knew he had sensed if before. He just didn't know when or where.
"What's this?" Mattan suddenly asked, holding out Aro-Ken's lightsaber.
"Give me that!" he cried, taking it from the boy. "Where did you find it?" Aro-Ken asked.
"You had it when I found you."
"You found me?" Aro-Ken asked.
Mattan smiled proudly and nodded. "What is it?" he repeated, pointing at the lightsaber.
"It's called a lightsaber. It's very dangerous. I don't want you to touch it again, all right?" Aro-Ken asked.
"OK," Mattan nodded.
"All right," Aro-Ken said, putting his lightsaber aside.
Aro-Ken kept thinking about the boy. Where most children his age would whine and ask questions, Mattan simply accepted things. He acted almost too mature to be eight years old.
"How did you get hurt?" asked Mattan.
"I had to fight a big animal. It was like a serpent. And then I won the fight, and some people tried to shoot me," Aro-Ken explained.
"Why did they try to shoot you if you won the fight?" Mattan asked.
"Because they wanted me to lose."
"Why do you have your lightsaber?" Mattan curiously asked. He seemed to be fascinated with it.
"Because I am what is called a Jedi. Have you heard of Jedis?"
Mattan shook his head, intrigued.
"Well, I can use something called the Force. I can move things, tell when someone is behind me, and do things to peoples' minds," said Aro-Ken.
"Wow," Mattan said, his eyes wide.
He opened his mouth to say something, but just then the door opened. A woman's voice came, shooing away the other children who had been peeking through the windows.
"Mattan, come on. Our guest needs some quiet," she said, putting a hand on Mattan's shoulder. She had Mattan's silver eyes and dark hair. She smiled at Aro-Ken.
"All right," Mattan reluctantly said, but he did not put up an argument or throw a tantrum.
"It was nice to meet you, Mattan," Aro-Ken called after him.
"I'll come back tomorrow!" the boy called back.
After he had eaten his meal, some fresh fruits and a very good salad, he did some intense thinking. He tried to sense whether his master was all right or not, but his thoughts kept turning back to Mattan.
This boy was different. There was no denying that.
As he had talked with Mattan, Aro-Ken had felt something that always seemed to be lingering in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He seemed very sensible and impassive, like someone five years older than he was.
The young Jedi just lay there, his mind wondering about Mattan, for about another hour, when the three women came in to redress his wounds. Aro-Ken learned that their names were Rida, Lani, and Wyla. They were the best healers in the village.
"Why is it that you don't you have droids or anything here to do these things for you?" Aro-Ken curiously asked.
"There are no mechanics on this moon. We are all exiles from Crixxin, or the descendants of exiles. The Crixxian rulers and Prime Ministers have been sending exiles here for centuries," explained Lani. Lani had very long, golden blond hair and clear blue eyes.
"Why were people exiled?" Aro-Ken inquired.
"Most of them were very strong Atheists. Some broke the understood laws of Crixxian, and others are petty criminals," said Wyla. Wyla was aging, but not about to die. Her hair was streaked with white and grey, and she had kind green eyes.
"What of Mattan? How did he and his mother end up here?"
"I'm sorry, Aro-Ken, but it is not our place to tell you that. You will have to ask Dahna yourself," said Lani.
Aro-Ken nodded. "When will I be able to walk again?"
"At the rate you are recovering, I'd say some time tomorrow," said Rida. Rida's hair was copper colored and her eyes were hazel.
"Is there a way off this moon?" asked Aro-Ken.
Lani sadly shook her head.
"There has to be one," Aro-Ken intently said.
"No. The men of the village have tried. They cannot build a ship or overpower the ones that leave dead on Jadda," said Wyla.
"That was before you had a Jedi on your side," Aro-Ken said with a mysterious grin.
*****
So what did you think? Please review! Flames, like, no-like, I don't care! I'll read anything! I'm a review freak, I live for reviews!