Lost Jedi:
The Aftermath of Tenstarri
Disclamer: I do not own Star Wars. If I did, I would have my own fanfiction website. I still own Tason, Jace, and now Boro Soxan. Madam Nu shares her name is a real Star Wars character, but they are not the same person. I owe too much to my editor, Brittany, and to my friend, Dan, for giving me a lot of ideas. Thank you, and enjoy.
Chapter Two
A Night in the Archives
Jace was standing patiently in the Jedi Archives. It was unnervingly silent, as everyone else had left for the night. Most of the lights were off, leaving the room to be filled with the blue glow of the holobooks.
As the emptiness started to bore him, Jace began to pace along the edge of the aisles, gazing lazily at the many bronze busts of influential Jedi. As he moved along, one of the busts made him pause and look at it properly. The name written below the bust was Ardane Marr.
It was the face and shoulders of a middle-aged human Jedi. He looked very ordinary, except for a large scar running the length of his face, from his left cheekbone to the right side of his jaw. It appeared to be a burn, but was unnaturally straight and clean.
"That scar was caused by a Sith's lightsaber," a voice behind Jace said. Jace turned to find Madame Lysena Nu, the Jedi Archivist, heading his way.
She was about thirty years older than Jace, and was very a fiery and intolerant. Her hair was black and beginning to grey, which made her blue-grey eyes stand out. At the moment, her eyes seemed to glow like the holobooks around her. She stopped next to Jace, and looked at the bust.
"Marr was an extraordinary fighter," she continued. "He sustained that wound just before killing one of the last of the Sith. He could have easily had the skin healed, but instead chose to let it scar. He wanted to show even he was not a perfect fighter."
She finished, and then looked over at Jace. The young man was gazing at her smugly.
"Part of me is honestly wondering if you have every bit of information in here memorized," he commented. Madame Nu smiled.
"Do you realize what time it is, Master Latimer?" she asked him. Jace nodded.
"Much too late," he replied, "but this is important."
"It had better be," Madame Nu said threateningly. "I assume you want to research something?"
"Yes," Jace answered, "a person." He followed her over to a viewing screen. She motioned for him to sit and moved the keyboard toward herself.
"Name?" she asked, finger poised to type.
"Tason," Jace answered awkwardly. Madame Nu glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes.
"Last name?" she pressed. Jace shrugged.
"I don't know it," he admitted. Madame Nu gave him a reproachful glare.
"This is a male, I presume?" she said.
"Actually, Tason is a girl's name," Jace corrected. Madame Nu looked disgusted.
"What a repulsive name for a girl," she commented. Then she just sighed and continued. "Age?"
"Sixteen or seventeen."
"Is she a Jedi?"
"I believe so."
"What species?"
"Human."
"Well, at least I can get one straight answer out of you," Madame Nu audibly murmured. The screen began to flicker through names and images as it searched. "You realize you hardly gave me enough information to find anything specific, don't you?"
Just as she finished her sentence, however, the search ended. Two results were displayed. Madame Nu looked both awestruck and impressed.
"I will leave you to your work," she said. Jace thanked her and watched her disappear behind a shelf. Then he turned back to the viewing screen. Next to both results was the name Tason Ninde. One of the results was a Jedi profile. The second result Jace had to read three times before it set in. It was an obituary.
Although disturbed, Jace ignored the second result and selected the profile. Staring back at him were the same clear blue eyes he had first seen slightly more than an hour ago. The eyes were the only part of Tason that had remained exactly the same since the picture had been recorded.
The young girl on the screen had to have been younger than fourteen. Her soft brown hair was cut just above her shoulders, with auburn ends. One piece of hair was braided and pulled back, the sign of a Padawan. She wore rough tawny robes, and a silver lightsaber handle was seen on her belt.
Jace stared at the strangely familiar picture with dismay. This was indeed the young woman he has seen earlier. Entranced, it took Jace a long while before he pried his eyes from the picture and skimmed over the profile. Most of it was typical of any Jedi profile, until he reached the last paragraph.
"Tason Ninde was killed at age fourteen. It is believed that she and her Master, Boro Soxan, were ambushed and attacked while on a training mission to Iteria, a frigid, but livable, planet in Hoth System. While Master Soxan's body was found, Ninde's was not. A search party was called off four weeks after her disappearance, as no evidence to proving she had survived was found. It is assumed she had been killed and her body destroyed. The cause of both deaths, and the killer, is unknown."
Jace's body was numb by the time he finished reading the paragraph. His head was swimming. After pausing for a long moment, Jace took a glance at the obituary. Tason's funeral was held four years ago, in Coruscant.
But she wasn't dead. Shakily, Jace stood and moved away from the viewing screen. He headed out of the Archives and out of the Jedi Temple. As he made his way home, only one thought was in his mind: He was the only Jedi, probably the only person, who new Tason Ninde was still alive.