Dana-Carter: This should be a very interesting fic!
Billy The Hick: It will have interesting storylines and character development!
Estellio: And magical Romance!
Gevaden: Oh shut up you twits all that matters is the action and lightsaber battles!
Dana, Billy, Estellio: Boo and/or hiss.
Gevaden: waves his hand Ahh Shut up.
Dana, Billy, Estellio: We will shut up
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All had been at peace, but then war came. People were dying across the galaxy as the separatists battled the Jedis and clones. Very few places were safe. On a planet named Purull4, fear wracked the populace, for every night, the sky would fill with bloodshed. On all surrounding planets, battle reigned. The war was approaching. On a small ship, less than half a parsec away, help was coming. All the help that could be spared, two Jedi and the clone 1826, aka Caloor. Towards the equator of the planet, near the capital city of Exelen, two figures stood in wait. They were the cities President, Pourrisdal, and the planet's Jedi representative, Sarell-kee. They watched as the long sleek ship docked down. The doors opened and three figures walked out. The clone trooper walked in the lead and behind him walked slowly the two Jedi, one was more Sith like in appearance, the black robes and a hood covering the top of his face, the other was of far slighter build and wearing the typical Padawan robes, she looked to be only fourteen or fifteen and somewhat apprehensive.
"Sarell-kee, it has been too long, have you met my new apprentice?" Said the black clad Jedi.
"No, I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure. Nice to meet you." She said giving the Padawan a nod.
"So has the war reached here yet? Or any traces of it anyway." Asked Khameir.
"No, but I fear it soon will. Is that why you have come? To prepare us?"
"Well yes and no, there is some things I have to check and prepare. Caloor will do most of the military work while I speak politics with the politicians, and of course we will take the chance to catch up."
"Well I'm afraid our military is fairly small, we have never needed it before."
"Well I'm afraid you will and that's why I'm here. I'm going to scope out the area, Abet why don't you join Sarell-kee for a while and find out what you can about the planets situation, and of course get an idea of a different Masters perceptive of the force. That is if you wouldn't mind Sarell-kee?" He said looking around at the scenery.
"I'd be glad to be of assistance. Come Abet, I will take you to the command centre." Abet nodded and turned back to her Master, bowing slightly before she fell in step with the older Jedi Master.
"So how long have you been studying the force under Khameir's instruction?"
"It will be six years this week, Master Jedi." The Padawan said succinctly, studying her surroundings.
"Have you learned much from him?" Sarell-kee asked curious about how her old friend had been in the years since she had last seen him.
"He has taught me everything I need to know." She said enigmatically, pausing at a rather curious poster advertising something. "He is a good instructor. I have become highly proficient in my use of the force under him and I hope one day to become as good a Knight as he is, especially as good with my lightsabers." The use of plural was not lost on the older master as they continued walking and turned a corner.
"Lightsabers? He has taught you to use more than one?"
"It was my choice. Not his."
"Why would you want more than one? Once you have reached your potential one lightsaber will be more than enough." Sarell-kee was curious about this, she had never heard of a Jedi using more than one lightsaber before.
"When I was a youngling, Master Cin Drallig was my teacher. His Padawan at the time was Serra Keto and she used two lightsabers. She and I fought once and her technique was so effective in disarming me that I became compelled to learn it too. Plus, if I am disarmed once, I always have the other to rely on. I do not always use both." The young Padawan explained, opening her robe to indicate the lightsaber hanging on each side of her belt. "Master…if I may, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"How do you and my Master know each other? He does not normally socialise with other Masters."
"It's a long story, we were trained together by Yoda from an early age."
"We have time…that is if you are comfortable telling me."
"There's not much to tell, when we were assigned to different Masters we stayed in contact and met up whenever we were both on Coruscant. Tell me does he still use his old green lightsaber?" Abet smiled suddenly.
"Yes, however he tends to use the force more than his lightsaber though when he does…" She shook her head smiling. "He is a good teacher."
"I remember when he made that, he was so careful, he wanted it to be perfect. Is he still a perfectionist?"
"…"
"I'll take your silence as a yes. Don't let it get to you, it's what makes him the Jedi he is." Sarell-kee was trying to reassure her, the last thing she wanted to do was make her doubt her master.
"And it is what shall make me the Jedi I shall be, but tell me about the planet. Why did you come here?" Abet said as they approached the Command Centre.
"I was sent here ten years ago as a keeper of peace. I was enchanted by the planet and its people, that was when the Council contacted me about a replacement and I asked if I could stay. Thankfully they said yes. This planet is so peaceful as are its people, I truly feel at one with the force here." Abet nodded as they came to the Command centre and she waited for the older Master to let her in.
Sarell entered her command code and the large doors opened slowly. Inside was all white and there were a few people sitting at desks working away without a care in the world. She walked straight through the hall and headed for the lift at the other end that lead to the Presidents' rooms.
Meanwhile Khameir was looking at the city he was in, the buildings suggested that the people were not very rich but in the outer rim that was expected. At last, Pourrisdal approached him.
"As grateful as I am that the Jedi have taken an interest in the welfare of our small planet, I can't help but question what three people can do to hold off an army? I know you Jedi are diplomats by nature, but the separatists are unlikely to leave if you ask them too."
"I'm not here as an army, I'm here to see if you can defend yourself and I'll report back to the council and they'll send a suitable number of troops, if they can be spared of course. Now tell me what is the military capabilities of the planet?"
"We are a planet of peace. We achieve wealth through a lack of enemies, and most of what we desire is catered for. Murder is illegal, and I doubt many people will be willing to kill for their planet. Our emergency army is not for a war, but to keep the peace among our people, which we rarely have to do. Our army stands at three hundred, possibly a lot less no that there is talk of war. How many are we defending against?"
"It could very well be thousands." He said with a concerned look.
"That is more than we can hope to defeat. If and when the reinforcements arrive, what would estimate them to be? It could help raise the morale of the army if we can make them think that we have less to fight than they do and if we can give a promise of help, like a length of time they have to last for."
"Once I have finished my report which will take a day or two then I'll return to the council and give my report and then it's only a matter of days, a week or a little more is what they have to hold out for."
"I see that's excellent! How long until the war makes its way here?"
"At the rate it's spreading, a not much longer then a week. But if things upset the separatists then it could be closer to a month."
"That's the longest we can expect?" asked Pourrisdal sadly.
"Unless we suddenly defeat them which is highly doubtful…yes."
"Tell me, is there any kind of ground to space cannons on the planet?" asked Khameir.
"There is one on the far side of the planet but it hasn't been used in well over a hundred years."
"Well the separatists won't strike from there." Said Khameir, looking around.
"Is there something wrong?" asked Pourrisdal noticing that Khameir was looking at the cliffs next to the city.
"Yes, but I don't know what. I'm going to check out a few things and speak to some people, when I'm finished I'll be back to speak with you." Said Khameir.
"If you need anything ask me."
"I shall." Said Khameir with his back already turned to Pourrisdal.
But from those cliffs someone was watching Khameir through the lens of his long distance blaster. He didn't shoot though; he turned around to face his ship and sent a communication to his current boss.
"I've spotted the Jedi, he's exactly were you said he'd be, I'll continue to watch and follow him and his Padawan until you give the order to eliminate him." he sent the message.
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Sarell and Abet sat down to something to eat while Sarell interrogated Abet about Khameir's training.
"Does he get angry at you?" she asked pleasantly.
"He's a Zabrak, of course he gets angry!" replied Abet.
"He's always had a little temper, his master couldn't force it out of him but he certainly thought him to cool down a lot quicker."
"Who was his master? He won't tell me, not that it comes up often." Asked Abet.
"If he hasn't told you it's for his own reasons, but I'm sure you'll find out in time."
"Has Khameir always only had an inner circle of friends? I mean has he ever had a big crowd of friends, he only seems to socialise with a few people?" asked Abet.
Before answering Sarell coughed and started to impersonate Khameir's cold and rusty voice.
"A Zabrak has no friends, but it is not uncommon for a Zabrak to develop a kinship with one of his brethren." Said Sarell. This earned a laugh from the young Padawan.
"You sound exactly like him." she chuckled. Just then he entered the room.
"Sounds like who?" he asked.
"No one, I was just showing your Padawan how one can use the force to impersonate others." She replied.
"No you weren't, I know you too well. Either way, Abet and I must move to the opposite side of the planet. We're leaving now." He said raising an eyebrow.
"Can't I finish my meal?" pleaded Abet.
"Fine, but eat all your vegetables." He said as he walked to the corner of the room.
"Do I have to?" she whined.
"Yes you must, do you ever see Master Yoda leaving his vegetables behind? What about Mace Windu? A fine Jedi eats all of their vegetables." Said Khameir shaking a finger.
"Leave her alone she's young, and she has crazy Khameir to protect her from the big bad separatists." Said Sarell. It was obvious that the name 'crazy Khameir' was a joke she didn't know about as his pale face went red and his eyes opened wide.
"What's with the name master? You never told me you had a nickname?" teased Abet.
"It's nothing, just an insult some jealous children made up." Said Khameir.
"Crazy Khameir is what they called Khameir when he was a youngling and a Padawan because he went crazy with his lightsaber when he was young, why do you think he never uses it? He nearly cut someone's arm of on more then one occasion. The council considered ending his training because they were worried that he was too full of anger." Chuckled Sarell.
"They just couldn't keep up with me that's all, they were weak and I was strong…now finish your food, and we'll leave." Ordered a bright red Khameir.
"Yes Crazy Khameir." Said Abet, continuing the joke.
"Don't call me that! You wouldn't last a month on Iridonia, we have to be strong." Responded Khameir.
"Are you getting angry? A fine Jedi never gets angry! You never see Master Yoda having a roar at children when they insult him, or what about Master Windu?" teased Sarell.
Abet finished her meal and the two left the town and went to the opposite side of the world to find the cannon, it was in working condition which caused a problem, if the separatists took over the planet they could use it to bombard planets behind this one, Khameir wanted to report it to the council straight away. Before leaving they went back to get 1826. While they were back in the city Abet convinced Sarell to ask Khameir to let Abet stay with her for a few days.
"Can she stay with me?" asked Sarell with a doggy eyed Abet behind her.
"I don't think so." He responded.
"She could benefit from my training, the different point of view could do her well." She added.
"That's right master, besides you know I hate flying." Pleaded the Padawan.
"Fine, but when I get back you must have a ten page report on this planet's military history." He said, he probably wouldn't read it but it was to keep her mind sharp.
"Deal." She said before they gave each other a bow and with a 'may the force be with you' he left to give his findings to the council on Coruscant.
When he was flying back he didn't notice the other ship following him.
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