When I was younger, all my teachers and masters always praised me, telling me I was special, at the time I loved it, being special meant everything to me, nothing else mattered but making sure those masters and teachers kept telling me that by training my hardest, focusing on the force, everything. Each stroke, each push with the force, each duel with a lightsaber.
But being special for Jedi in training meant no social, nothing. Never talked to another padawan because I was never near them, always by myself. Being special meant never seeing my mother, a senator who was loved by all in coruscant, A little brother who I didn't meet until he was 10.
Being special meant I didn't know what to do when I heard my mother was slaughtered by thugs. I never met her, I heard that she tried to contact me but the Masters wouldn't allow any connections, they watched me for months after her death. But I remember my teachings and went on with my training.
And now I'm here to save my little brother, from whatever scoundrel who is hunting them.
As I landed near the Jedi temple I didn't feel Jedi Master Marbwor, this wasn't good, none of this was good! I can't lose my brother, not him, not him. I already lost her, I'll do anything. Something flared in me as I felt something, it felt familiar yet distant, like a detached feeling.
I must be close. I hopped back onto my ship and flew closer, with the heavy snow storm it was almost impossible to see anything, but that didn't matter, nothing mattered except finding him. Until I felt discomfort in my left hand, almost a burning pain. This wasn't good, come on goddammit i'm suppose to be the most powerful Jedi alive, why am I having trouble, do you want to lose him like you lost your mother! This will be your fault! Come on Brandon save your brother! Save him!
There found him! I sensed him, or her? But before I could even think my ship must of got hit by something as the whole left side crashed, there wasn't any time to think about how to save the ship but make sure to survive the landing, before i could jump out I heard an explosion and it went dark.
My mind was spinning as I saw Charles enter the command room, happiness, relief, guilt, fear, fear for Charles was going through my mind now. He is an apprentice, not a full blown jedi! He couldn't dream of beating this mandalorian.
As I left my meditation I turned to one of the many hallways of the academy to see a group of boys talking to seemed a tall brown haired kid, Charles. Curiosity crept as I walked closer until I heard voices. "Tell us one more time Charlie, what level combat droid are you on?" one Togruto kid said. Charles looked sad yet fearful as he spoke "I'll learn, i'll learn, and when I do you'll be there looking up at me congratulating me hoping for me to talk to you but I'll never even look at you." Before any of them could remark he turned around walking towards me, as I thought he would keep walking he stopped and looked at me "Thanks for telling everyone how weak I am" before I could register those words he was gone.
"Leave, never come back, or I will have to defeat you." Charles said with pure confidence, he must be joking, he couldn't defeat him. "Alright Mr. tuff guy I'm done playing around anymore kid. Drop the act, and while you're at it drop those pretty sabers." the mandalorian spat.
Instead of dropping them Charles ignited them, before I could blink the mandalorian also had his vibroblade out. As Charles attacked, strike after strike, the warrior deflected and dodged each strike.
The mandalorian punched Charles in the face as he parries the aggressive attack. Charles jumps back as he tries to grab the young Jedi. "Your technique is sloppy, and too aggressive for a Jedi, you caught me off guard for just a second, but you're just a child at the end."
Charles looked with spite to the armored man. "No honor in killing a child, you're a disgrace to your people you bantha."
"Aye" he said solemnly.
Charles grunted as he leaped and charged. Another parry from the mandalorian, leaving Charles defenless, but not attacking.
He was just messing with Charles, he could of ended this in moments the fight started but he didn't. Charles waited, like a predator waiting for a prey, waiting for him to make a move.
But he didn't make a move. "You know kid, I know in myself that I should of just have knocked you out or killed in a second after you said that dumb poodoo. But something that I have kept deep, deep inside of me wanted to fight something, just to make myself feel like I was fighting with some honor by having a fair fight, but after that. I realized that whatever left of a mandolarian left in me is gone. It's time for this to end kid."
The mandalorian just walked to Charles, Charles raised his sabers high as they fought, in a matter of seconds Charles swings and the mandalorian parries and lands a heavy hit with Charles howling in pain.
I gasped as I saw charles clinging to his left arm like a mother holding his son with love.
Each step, each smile on people's faces as I walked, ones I've never met or will ever, still it warms me, yet something still misses. They all look at me, look at me as a protector, as a leader. These people I come back to, this is what a Jedi was made for, not for all the rules all the sayings. Secretly for me it's coming back seeing them all smile, cheering my name.
After I led a squadron to the defeat of one of the last rebels of the old empire I come back a hero, they cheer for me, cheer for me more, a lot more than the rest of my squadron. Not for the ones that died fighting for me.
They say they will be remembered, but once they see me, or wake up the next day, they'll forget. That's how it works, a part of me wants to do something, but what can I do? I can't bring them back so they can see what they deserve, no that isn't, it isn't the Jedi way..'
Each step I take I look for someone, someone who I will always protect, someone I know I'll keep my promise to the Jedi.
That one person is the only one without a smile of thank you, or amazement. No a frown as we look at eachother. A chill as I see my brother looking at me like that as he turns he head to leave the area.
It doesn't matter how many people I don't know or care about looks up to me as a leader or a protector, I'd trade all that just to see my brother happy to see me. I put my head down as I heard the cheers of people. "Thank you Brandon!" "My family will sleep safe knowing your near!"
As I opened my eyes I could see dangling dangerous cut open wires, everything was red as I felt pain in my head. It seems the ship crashed. I was trapped the entrance out of the cockpit was crushed leaving me. Consciously I grabbed my lightsaber and igniting it.
As I opened a hole out of the destroyed ship my blue cap flew on my back harshly as I felt the wind kick up as I walked towards my brother.
Wincing to the cold, Ilum, remembering when I came here, for my own kyber crystal, hoping for a purple or cyan color. I came with two other kids, not knowing who they were.
They knew who I was, staying far away at all times, or when I would try to speak to them they would politely answer or stop the conversation quickly, acting as they were not worthy to be close to me.
I don't even remember their names as they both never came back from the cavern. I didn't even know them but I felt guilty for their deaths.
Being the age of 19 I should still be a padawan, but yet I am so close to being apart of the council, a council with Jedi masters.
And I don't even feel unworthy of being apart of the council with them.
"Why did you call another council meeting Grand Master?" said Zef. as he talked through the holo. The only two actually in Coruscant being Bezor and Alli. "Is there something wrong? Something about the Sith you sensed?" said Bezor.
Grand Master Vyon Mars is a subtle Keshiri, purple pale as most are. Mars is known for is knowledge of the force, very wise like late Grand Master yoda. He was given the title after leading the republic into the last big battle against the rebels 50 years ago.
He is a loved and cherished man, a great example for the Jedi code, never taking a wife, never showing any emotion towards the enemy.
"Young Brandon has left Coruscant, left to Ilum council members." said Mars. Everything quiet, with everyone having mixed feelings of shock and disappointment.
"What, what will happen Grand Master?" said Zef. As he said that everyone looked towards the holo of Vyon Mars
"The force will guide young Brandon in his time of need, we shall see what unfolds for him, this is the final test I have foreseen for him, for this shall seal his fate for the Jedi Order, council dismissed." said Mars
As each holo disappeared, Mars being the last as he nodded towards the last two council members.
Leaving Bezor and Alli the two youngest of the six council members. Alli could see Bezor was in great thought, Bezor Seafire is known for his prowess with the two handed lightsabers, he is a peerless when it comes to the two handed technique, self taught with years of practice.
With a sharp mind and great skills with the blade no wonder when he protected the royal council of Naboo on their way to Coruscant he gained a reputation as one of the best Jedi in the order.
Alli, a twi'lek, one of the first to be in the Jedi council is very talented in the force, as her reputation for wielding great powers of the force, relying more on her force than her skills with her lightsaber. She is a genius in her own right, being the smartest of all the younglings of her time, always answering the questions, always believing in the Jedi code.
"We were wrong to give Brandon this much space, he wasn't ready to handle this. He is too young, we cannot let Brandon become what Vader was." said Alli as she looked at Bezor.
All Bezor did was nod as he got up and left Alli in her own thoughts.