Jedi Detention Center: Day 4
I'm not really sure what day this is. It could be the third day I've been
here. It could have been a week, already. Being confined in this cell
doesn't leave anyone with any sense of time. I just sleep when I'm
tired and wake when I'm done being tired.
It's kind of nice. Except for the whole 'not being able to go anywhere I
want' part, this is like a vacation.
"4 days.", a
man in a suit comes to the bars of my cell with a stack of folders. He
looks like he's in his mid-thirties. He reminds me of Bill Bixby from
my favorite TV
show, 'The Incredible Hulk.'
"That's how long it took us to find Earth in our
databases.".
He drags a chair near the center of the cell door and flips through
his papers as he sits. "Earth is still an 'M' class planet, I
believe. What I don't understand is how you and one of our own Jedi
got off of Earth when it's still strictly forbidden for anyone from
outside to go there until Earthians discover space travel on thier
own."
"Earth-LINGS, Dumbass.", I grumble under my breath, correcting his labeling.
"AH, Earthlings. Thank you.", he
writes notes on his paper, crosses his legs and closes his folder,"Now, can you tell me how you met a Sith?"
"What are you, the fuzz?", I ask.
I'm not about to hand out every nugget of information about myself to
some suit who comes up and demands answers.
"The
fuzz? I'm not sure what that is. I am Arl' Bo. I'm an information and
knowledge agent. My task is to collect information because the Jedi
are too busy to do it themselves. Then I put the information I
collect into the archives so they can pull it up at anytime. Right
now, the Jedi are very interested in YOU. That's why I'm here."He tells me all of this in, pretty much, one breath.
"So,
you're not a Jedi?", I'm
trying to get his mind off of asking me questions. Maybe he'll get
annoyed and go away. Or maybe I can use the Force to cloud his mind.
"No, I'm not. In fact, I can't use the Force at all, but I
can use a terminal as well as paper clips and a stapler.",
he chuckles. I just stare at him.
"Go
away.", I wave my hand to
focus the Force toward him, but he just sits there, smiling his
stupid smile.
"Not
until you tell me what I need to know.",
he waves his hand, just like I did. He's mocking me. "The
Jedi are confining your powers to your cell through the Light
side."
"Look
who thinks he's a 'Clever Dan',". This
information is news to me. I was able to use the Force to work at the
crack on the wall. Maybe the light side only covers the outside of
the bars.
"Where is your master?", he
asks while filling out a form.
I already told your buddy; he's dead.",I tell him, turning and sitting on my bed.
"How
did he die?", he doesn't
even look up. He doesn't even care about the questions he's asking. I
may as well be talking with a droid, rather than a this waste of meat
dressed in a suit.
"It
doesn't matter...", I slam my
mechanical fist against the frozen cell. Shards of ice fall to the
ground as I leave an imprint in the wall.
I never felt a thing. That's one bonus to having cyborg parts, I
guess.
"...all
that matters is, he's dead.
"Come
on, now, you can tell me more than that.",
he pries the information out of me like a stubborn tooth.
"I
killed him.", I lower my
head, trying to fight back the tear rolling down my cheek.
I
remember that dreadful day on that damned spaceport just outside of
Bespin.
The day I found out the truth about my master...