Chapter 1
AN: Most of these are short chapters and I do not own character rights to Quinlan Vos, Yoda or Jango Fett. Eberon and Kederic are of my imagination.
Jedi Knight Kederic Monsa sat on the balcony of the Jedi Temple in meditation; he needed to clear his mind after so many manic events had happened in the last year. An assassination attempt on his life almost killed his long-time friend and fellow Jedi Knight Quinlan Vos, and of course the blockade of Naboo. He arose from his position after he realized that his mind was racing too much. He needed to get downstairs to meet with Master Yoda, anyway.
Once he stepped of the last of the red-carpeted step he saw Master Yoda with a young padowan of about fifteen years of age. He was lanky, dark-haired and looked very promising. He reminded him very much of young Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi Knight that was a young Padowan when Kedric had been promoted.
"Master Yoda, good morning," Kederic simply stated.
"A good morning it is indeed," the little green master replied. "A Padowan for you I have. Eberon Tron meet, you must."
Kederic was shocked, but didn't show it. "How come you didn't tell me this yesterday?" He asked. "I don't know if I'm prepared to take the responsibility of a Padowan quite yet."
"But prepared this young one is." Yoda retorted. "The same thing Mace Windu had said when took you in he did."
Kederic sighed and said, "With all due respect, I go on very trying missions that sometimes even I come very close to getting myself killed and Eberon looks very promising, he could be valuable, I almost got a good Jedi killed already."
"Many good things young Eberon could learn from you," Yoda said calmly, "Proud of that you should be."
Kederic took a good look at the young Jedi. Something about him had Kederic thinking, What if I did take him in?
After much thinking and debating with himself, Kederic finally said, "I'll do it."
The day in Courascant was very pleasant, Eberon proved to be silent so Kederic suddenly got him talking.
"Were you here from birth, Eberon?"
"I was brought here when I was an infant," he replied quietly. "I was born somewhere here in the city, that's all I know."
"I see," Kederic said plainly. "There is something we need to do. The owner of a diner downtown has information of Sith activity or at least he knows who does."
Kederic and Eberon were sauntering down the streets towards the heavy business district when something whizzed passed Kederic's ear and stuck into the stomach of a short and stubby commuter. Eberon checked the body of the victim, but Kederic made an incredible leap toward the angle of fire. He ended up on a roof face to face Mon Calamari Warrior and then tackled him.
"Why did you fire?" Kederic bellowed. The Mon Calamari held his mouth closed firmly firmly and stayed silent. "Why!" Kederic barked again.
"I will tell you nothing," the warrior said refusing Kederic's request, "even if it means death!"
"Then you must mistake who I am," Kederic hissed raising the hilt of his lightsaber.
A frown formed on the Mon Calomari's face. "Jango Fett paid me in food for my family; he said that you had to be dead before the project began."
"What project?" Kederic demanded. But the Mon Calamari's eyes shut. He lifted the body and realized he tackled the Mon Calamari onto security spikes on the roof of a gift shop. He was dead.
Kederic returned to his padowan, but didn't ask anything.
"Master, the commuter died instantly, did you find out who was after him?" Eberon asked.
"It was a Mon Calamari warrior acting as a bounty hunter and he was after me."
