Chapter V
Suspicions
Tarren Vhel, one of the last Jedi Hunters in the galaxy entered Luke Skywalker's homestead; four Elite stormtroopers at his heels. His short brown hair rustled lightly as the wind of the desert planet kicked up and was only sated when his whole body was hidden from the harsh weather.
"Search the homestead," ordered Tarren, his cold brown eyes scanning the area.
With a nod the four Elite stormtroopers complied as they searched the entire building for signs of life, when none was found they returned to Tarren. The young man clenched his gloved fist and muttered a curse; turning to leave the homestead his Jedi Robes spun lightly.
"Sir, we found the information you were looking for," said one of the stormtroopers as he accessed a console in one of the rooms, "This homestead belongs to a young man named Luke Skywalker, seventeen years old,"
Tarren nodded as he rose from his position and exited the Homestead, "Luke Skywalker you say?" he scratched his chin lightly, "my master once told me of a Jedi that lived during the Clone Wars named Anakin Skywalker; he was a very powerful Jedi Knight and was known as: The Hero without Fear," Tarren smiled, "interesting, perhaps this Luke Skywalker is a descendant of this Jedi Knight? A son perhaps,"
He accepted the harsh weather in his face again as he stood outside Luke Skywalker's home, his master had been killed two years ago by the Jedi Master Timoth Frejik; the number one man on the Imperial's most wanted list. This was the last known Jedi Knight to actually still perform his duties—which included destroying many Imperial Outposts almost single handedly—the bounty on his head and those of his companions was enormously high; 50 000 credits, Boba Fett the last Mandalorian had been assigned to capture him and was found crippled in an independent system, the bounty hunter still in mental and physical shock from the encounter.
Tarren had a personal score to settle with Timoth and he clenched his fist tighter, Timoth had killed his master onboard the Star-Destroyer Basilisk, Kitori Riath—Ian Riath—Tarren's mentor, teacher and friend was finally bested by Timoth and killed onboard his ship.
The Jedi Hunter could still remember his master's last duel with Timoth, both combatants masters at their forms, both powerful in the Force, both exerting so much power and energy in battle that those who got in the way of the battle were killed. When Timoth entered the bridge of the Basilisk twelve Jedi Hunters, powerfully trained in the Force and the dark side stood against him. Thirteen combatants entered the fray, and only two walked away alive. Tarren had managed to survive Timoth's onslaught of power, and Timoth walked away almost unharmed.
Tarren felt his anger growing and allowed it to fuel his power, he was now the Master of the Jedi Hunters, second only to Darth Vader. He was the most powerful in combat, the most powerfully trained in the Force among the dozen Jedi Hunters that still remained, and in his time he killed many Remnants of the Order.
He had failed his master on the Basilisk, he accepted that—but he swore revenge against Timoth Frejik, probably the most powerful Jedi Master in the galaxy. One day their lightsabers would again cross and this time…only one of them would walk away alive.
Author's Note: I am considering deleting this story and rewriting it later(maybe). Please review and let me know if this story is hopeless in your eyes or if I should continue.
Thanking you in advance.
Jake Ross2
