A New Home.
"I don't feel comfortable with you teaching my daughter the ways of the
Dark Side.", Lori said, her arms folded into her sleeves as she walks along side me in the halls
of the ship.
"I
told you, already. There's very little difference between the Light and Dark Side.", I confide.
I had just finished a session on mind control with Shorty when her
mother came in and found us; prompting the end of said lesson. Lori
and I took a walk so I could convince her to let me take Shorty on as
my new apprentice or, atleast make it look legite to my fellow Sith
that I was, in fact, training a 'former' Jedi.
Lori continued, "Throughout my life I was told that the Light
and Dark sides were two different faces of a coin. One good side, one
bad. Now you're trying to say otherwise?", she stops and faces
me.
Even though I had never told my old master - I had been secretly studying the Jedi for quite some time. I learned their ways, their beliefs, their entire set of rules. I knew the Jedi better than some Jedi knew their own ways. I was also learning the ways of the Sith from my master. I was putting a lot of two's and two's together as I grew up.
I had a special speech that I practiced,
several times, in my head for whenever this conversation would have
come to pass.
That day has finally come. "The only difference between the Jedi
and the Sith are the clothes.", I start.
Lori cuts my start short, "Come on! The Sith are all about
dominance; about show; they let their emotions run their actions."
"And,
the Jedi don't?", I ask,
raising my left eyebrow and crossing my arms – outside the
sleeves.
Lori's eyes widen as she takes a step back and looks at the floor –
then the ceiling. I can feel a sense of confusion coming from her.
Then awareness.
She stares at me for a second, then storms off – back the way we
came. Her dishwater-blonde ponytail bobbing with every frustrated
step.
"THAT'S
NOT VERY JEDI-LIKE!", I yell
at her as her emotions control her gait.
As I turn toward the bridge I feel a familiar presence.
"That's
some way to get some pussy.",
Rocky says, her arms folded as she leans against the wall.
She's changed out of the drab over-hanging rags that she wore to get
me out of the prison, and now wears a tightly clad leather ensemble.
For only being 15 she has the shape of a grown adult, but my morals
still reside in me.
Moral; definitely not a Sith trait.
If I had a Sith boss, I'd have been fired by now. I'm not very good
at this job.
Rocky shoves off the wall and starts to pace me down the hall. "I
don't see why you're chasing that prude, when you could easily have a
sure thing.", she turns her head toward me with a smirk glued
to her face.
"I'm
not chasing her... And, No.",
I lower my eyes to the ground to keep from looking at her.
She always was an attractive young lady, but time would have to
overcome her before I would consider
anything further than being a friend.
Either way, she was too old for me to take her on as a formal
apprentice. And too young to take her on as a partner.
She was the perpetual 'Middle child' - not the heir, not the Baby.
She crosses her arms as she walks. "Fine. Have it your way.",
she scours and stops. I keep walking, as if I didn't notice that she
wasn't next to me anymore.
"Grrr!",
she screams the typical teenaged rage and storms off the opposite
direction - her arms straight at her sides.
That's another thing about younger girls. The rage.
Rage is a good Sith trait. She gets it easily. I don't.
I walk into the crew's quarters, only to meet Nex. He's sitting on a
cot, applying salve to the stitching on his face. He looks up as he
notices me.
"Damn
cybernetics! They itch like nothing else.",
he says, wrapping his face in a bandage.
"I
know what you mean.",
I
say, pulling back my sleeve to reveal my still un-repaired hand. Most
of the fingers still work. The index and middle finger have a detent
that clicks at half span, but the pinky and ring finger are dead. The
thumb works fine.
I've been sufficing well enough for these past 3 days, but it's
getting annoying.
"Do
you have any tools around here?",
I asked Nex. He looks around and pulls a sachel out of a cabinet. He
plops it down on the table in front of me and I search through it's
contents for a small screwdriver.
I finally pull the tattered glove off for the first time since the blaster hit
it. Sure enough, the 'I' pillars that form my new knuckles have a
slight bend to them.
Fixing them takes no more than unscrewing them and pounding them
straight with a small hammer.
I'll need replacement pistons for my other two fingers, however.
"So, Nex, Who are all these Sith and why did they help get me out of
there?", I ask as I finish
putting my fingers back on.
"Well,
long story short,", Nex
starts, "They are a small sect of Sith that have
fallen under the same situations as we have. They are all unwilling
followers of the Dark Side, but have a reputation that won't allow
them into the Jedi order. Most of them just want to be normal people
- normal with certain advantages, anyway...",
Nex stands up and puts his hands on his hips as he stares out the
window at the endless array of stars, "...I met most
of them on Alderaan and on the space port when they'd come in with
their masters. Darth D'iam actually helped me get the command post on
the space port. I've kept in contact with most of them and helped the
majority escape or kill their masters."
I listened intently. I'd never known that there were so many Sith
just like me, but the question still nagged, "But, how did
you know were I was?", I asked as I put my glove back on and stood next to Nex at the window.
"We
have a visitor that just boarded from another ship. She'll be able
to answer that for me.",
Nex puts his hand on my shoulder just as the door behind me swooshed
open.
I turn around to see...
"Nazerene?"
Nazerene steps into the room and stands in front of me; her hand on
her hip as she gives me an "I told you so" look.
Nex walks around me and stands next to Nazerene. "You
remember Nazerene or, 'baby-face' as we call her."
Nazerene does a little twirl, showing me her entire figure, "I
told you I was a grown woman - 24, in fact."
I try to hide the shock on my face, but I don't think I'm doing a
good job. My mouth is still hanging open since she walked in. "You
sure fooled me."
"Tell him how we found him, dear.",
Nex beckons Nazerene as he takes a seat next to her.
Nazerene motions for me to sit as she sits across from Nex. As I take
the chair next to Nex she starts to tell her side of the story, starting from back
at the warehouse, where I last saw her.
"When you got out of the lead sled, I followed you. I could sense the Jedi,
also, and figured you might need some help. I was peeking in the door
when the Jedi master saw me and I drew his attention away from you.
That's when you kicked him in his...you-know-whats.",
she holds her hands in a carrying position to mime a pair of male
genetalia, "I figured I was busted, so I asked you
what you were doing. You told me to go away, but I didn't. I ran back
to the sled and drove it around the block and ran back.
By
the time I got back to the warehouse, you were already being
arrested. After you passed out from losing your hand I heared the Jedi master radio in
that you were going to Hoth.",
she sits forward and leans toward Nex, "That's when I
got on my comm to Nexus. He took care of the rest."
Nex turns to me with a smug look.
Just then, there was a bang on the side of the ship. The lights
flicker a few times and then they're out.
We all just sit there in the dark for a second when I hear Nex speak,
"What's going on?"
I open my mouth to answer him when I hear a static filled voice. He wasn't
speaking to me, he was on his comm link.
Over the radio I hear, "We've just entered the outer asteroid
field. We're blasting as many as we can, but a few are getting past
us. We sure could use a few gunners up here."
"We're
on it.", Nex says as I hear
him stand up."Let's get up to the bridge.",
he says shortly.
"How
are we supposed to find our way in the dark?",
I ask.
"Oh
yeah, you guys don't have infrared vision.",
Nex says, "Well, check this out..."
Suddenly, a flashlight turns on and wisps around the room. It takes
me a second to realise that it's actually coming from Nexus' cyborg
eye. "This is one benefit to being computerized.",
he laughs.
We follow Nex to the bridge. There is enough light filling the room
from the distant sun so Nex turns off his eye as we enter. The
foreground of the front view finder is filled with a small blue
planet with one moon.
"Where
are we going?", I ask as I
take a seat in one of the many gunner chairs.
Rocky looks back at me from the navigators' post with a small smile.
"Earth."
Rocky turns back to her duties just as quickly.
Nex shouts over to me over the barrage of asteroids hitting the ship,
"Welcome home, buddy."
