Alderaan: Five Days ago

I landed on the outskirts of a small un-named town on Alderaan just as dawn broke. The city was
starting to come to life as I walked into the main section of town.
It reminded me of my hometown. Small, slow-paced - with a country feel.
The only difference was the modernized 'barns' made of titanium instead of wood. They also held
Shaaks, imported from Naboo, instead of cows; a slightly different creature.
Shaaks tend to eat, or atleast chew wood. Shaaks are also known to topple a wooden barn in a matter of hours, hence the titanium.

"Where can I get a ride into the big city?", I asked a little kid, probably all of 8 years old, in his front yard. He just stared at me with wide eyes. I stared back for what seemed like an eternity.
"Thanks, kid.", I finally scoffed and started to turn away.

I suddenly heard a female voice behind me. "You want to go to the city?", she asked.
I turned to see a young girl, maybe 16 years old in earth years.
"I can take you.", she said as she smiled at me, awkwardly, and boosted her preadolescent posture at me. "I'm Nazereen."
"Are you sure you can reach the controls?", I chided her over-confidence.

"I'm old enough. I go out in the 'lead-sled' all the time.", she assured.

I followed her to the barn in the back where she revealed an antique glider fitted with a repulsorlift engine; rusted and beaten up from years of service on the farm. It reminded me of the tractor from my own farm. Mine was a 1952 Ford, but it could pull a 3ft wide stump out the field without breaking a sweat.

I threw my bag in the back seat of the "lead-sled". "Why do you call it the lead sled?", I asked.
"It runs on fossil fuels - lead based dirivitives.", she started the engine with a little effort. A huge cloud of black smoke escaped from the back, "It's one of the few remaining ones on the planet."
"It smells like a diesel.", I said, forgetting my surroundings as the familiar smell made me flash back to my farm tractor, again.
"Diesel? What's that?", she asked.
"Nevermind.", I said as I jumped into the passengers' seat.
For an old machine, it really did move along the streets at an alarming rate. Trees passed by in blurs and the big city shown on the horizon on a few minutes.

Nazereen was quiet during the entire trip, but she kept looking over at me and smiling when she thought I wasn't looking. I don't think she knew I could sence everything that was going on.
She had an obvious crush on me. She was cute, but way too young.

We entered the city and came to a stop near some warehouses. I could feel the presence of a Jedi as we parked.
My mind was on alert.

I started to lift up and climb over the side of the glider just as I felt something touch my leg.
"Are you going so quickly?", Nazerene asked, her hand clasped on my left thigh.
She leaned over toward me, revealing her low-cut neck line and it's contents.
"You're too young, kid.", I said, stealing a slight glimpse before I started to walk away, my hand reached for my saber.
"I'm a grown woman!", she yelled as I walked off.
I wasn't paying attention, though. I could now sence two jedi in the area. A master and a learner; a young learner.

I rounded a corner and saw them, both. I ignited my saber, already in my hand, and drew the attention of the Jedi. The master told the learner to stand back and keep safe.
I advanced on the older Jedi, bringing my blade to cross his. We parried back and forth, our blades a blur.
On a cross, I threw him back and remembered the learner. I Forced a large box toward him.
The little chicken ran into the back of the warehouse just as the crate crashed in front of him.
The older Jedi came at me again. I blocked high. Blocked low. Blocked high again and kicked him in the groin.
As he knealed on the ground I dropped a large crate on his body, crushing him to death.
"What are you doing?", I heard a surprised voice from behind. Nazerene had followed me into the warehouse. She saw my lit red blade; a universal sign of the Sith.
"Go away, kid! I've got business to attend too.", I yelled at her and she backed away. I waited for the sound of a diesel engine starting and headed into the back of the warehouse to look for the little one.

The hum of my blade was the only sound reverberating around the large warehouse; the red hue
barely lighting my way between the aisles.

My senses were on full alert.
I was hunting.

Somewhere in that warehouse was my prey; a young Jedi, a Padawan. The force was
not very strong with him.

"Come out. Come out. Where ever you are". My voice was low and slithery from an accident in
my youth. It's creepy enough to scare a herd of Sand People. It should work well on this little brat.

Sparks flew heavily to my feet as I dragged my lightsaber across the container casings, like a child
walking along a picket fence. I found this had two benefits. Not only did it scare the willies out
of people, but it also helped light up the room.

Movement – to my left.
I lifted my blade over my head, ready to bring it down on the cowering child hiding on the other side
of this case.

There was a flash of light. My hand, it was gone!
Then the pain set in.
I watched my lightsaber as it switched off and tumbled to the floor.
"How?.." The pain amplified my confusion as I dropped to my knees. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, I spit on the floor to keep from vomiting.
"You are placed under arrest, Sith." an older voice from behind me beckoned. "Give yourself up, or I will be forced to kill you."

"Give up? Heh! I gave up a long time ago, kiddo." I scoffed through the pain that was coursing up my
arm. Good thing lightsabers cauterize wounds instantly, otherwise I'd have bled to death all
over the cold, titanium floor.

How could I have been so stupid? I was over confident. I didn't check the older Jedi's body
before I left him for dead.

Now I'm a prisoner in a Jedi detention center; have been for almost a week.
I need to get out of here, and soon.

Authors' note:
I hope that the constant switching from past to present hasn't been too confusing. From here on out, it's all present. I promise. I've just completed the circle of the past.
Nazerene may make a come back. I'm not sure, yet.