"Jared, be mindful of your thoughts!" Master Turris rebuked. Jared was a tall human standing at 6'1 and weighed about 180 pounds, he sported black hair and brown eyes. At age 23 he was one of the older padawan's not to be knighted, he always figured it was just because of his Midi-Chlorins levels were well below the standard average for a Jedi. Turris was 37 years old, about 5'10 and weighed up about 170 pounds. He had blond hair that came down on his head like an old rug, gently wrapping around his head in front of his eyes. Occasionally his hair would bug him, and as if on cue every 20 minutes or so he would reach up and swiped them away from his vision. Like many things in his life, he was happy with what was dealt to him, never did he question, rarely ever did he accept change. To the Jedi, he was a perfect knight, one which would be surely to be ranked a master after his first padawan gets knighted.

As much as Jared longed for the day, the past few months made him question everything he was taught to hold dear. Allowing a rare grin he reminded himself of the beautiful Twi'lek named Anara. If Jared was allowed to do anything in this galaxy, it would be to reverse time and change there ending. Jared was guilty, not only of breaking the code but betraying himself as well. The past few months Anara had been Turris and his guide, nurse and on more than one occasion Jared's companion. They were assigned to protect the planet Orion's King. After Joining the republic a year after the clone wars had started he dumped millions of credits into the Jedi temple to convince them to send Jedi as his personal guard. Turris and his over aged padawan Jarred Sol were sent in response. The King of Orion was known to swindle large sums of money for his own personal wealth. Gaining power under his planetary system he passed law's that stated every man to serve under his mechanical empire for 4 years before entering college. Doing so provided him with a military might that made his system one of the most coveted in all the galaxy. He of course chose the galactic republic when they became the highest bidder. The general populous of the planet were in a toss up on what to think, death threats came in and the King panicked. Never had Jared been relied on to protect a man who valued life so low.

Still things went along, during the time protecting the King, Jared had fallen madly in love with Anara. Her bright blue skin seemed to bask in the sun, making her appear even more beautiful than what she was, if that was even possible. He always grew up respecting the code, to follow it needlessly. Never did claim something to be his, rarely ever did he let anger seep up on him and even when he did, it never controlled his actions. In lightsabre class he was among the worse in his age level, still he persisted to better his form. Over time he became better, but still was no where near the top. His actual force skills were about the same talent level as his lightsabre, in the end though his determination blasted threw the obstacles that were thrown before him. He knew that was the reason he wasn't knighted yet, why it took so long. One final mission he was told, Yoda the grandmaster of the order gave him this one last test. He was now back on the ship, heading back to the temple and yet he felt like he failed when his mission was a success. Closing his eyes he let his mind peer into the past, to that one dreadful moment.

Master Turris and Jarred were walking with the king side by side, there aide Anara was preparing the shuttle to take them across planet for a festival. Today was the day they were revealing a new type of battle ship to be entered into the republic's arsenal. Jarred hated these political gatherings, yet Turris insisted on being there, or yet as he said "the force insists on it." So it did. All three of them were walking when he could feel a stab of danger coming from behind them, turning around he ignited his lightsabre and deflected a bolt. Looking on at the attacker, his eyes streaked open to reveal Anara.

"Anara! What...What are you doing?" He asked in disbelief. Just a day before they had shared a night together that would make exotic writer's flush with excitement. Now, now he had to defend a King, from her, a person he could of sworn he was falling for. Not letting her eyes dart from anyone else but her prey she continued to speak, almost in a praying like stance she just wish the force would swoosh Jared away so he would not have to torment himself with this. Now, she knew that the assassination attempt was all but over, there was no way she was going to be able to shoot past a Jedi, never the less two. The dock was spacious, looking around she could see armed guards surround her as the two Jedi awaited with lit lightsabres, there was no escape.

"How many more deaths of starvation great king do you need for you to plant crops. You tax levy your poor to build your mighty space ships when those same people cannot afford to buy a simple piece of Naboo corn!" She yelled defiantly, letting her small frame of 5'7 stand up straight, demanding respect.

"You attempted to assassinate your king! You lost all privilege to speak against your king!" The King responded, having his gray beard shake against the soft breeze of Orion's wind.

"We lost that right over a hundred year's ago with the right to speak act! I may be stopped here and now but more will come. Feed your people, give them a chance to live and watch your legacy prosper!" Yelling, Jared could feel a tear strike down his cheek. Not knowing what to do, he would give anything to be able to just fly her away. Now, now she was guilty of high treason, punishable by death.

"Guards, kill her." The king rose his hands up to signal his troops to fire, before anyone could act Jared pulled the force with everything, stripping there guns off of there hands and onto the floor. Noticeably tired he gasped for air, that one single command took a lot out of him.

"According to republic law, every criminal has a right to stand trail!" He shouted, hoping to buy her time. Looking over at Turris, his master only shrugged.

"My padawan is right." A simple response was all that was given by Turris.

"I'm King! I am Judge and Jury!" The elder King yelled, letting rage consume him.

"Not in the republic! If this is how you treat your prisoner's, I will be happy to bring her to stand trial elsewhere." Jared stood firm, now Turris looked highly disappointed in his padawan. It wasn't the fact that he was standing up to there former guide, but in doing so he showed so much emotion. It was undoing for a Jedi.

"Of course you would, why she was in your bed chambers merely a day ago." The king responded, filling his voice with his venomous words.

"Enough! That is a Jedi matter, and will be handled accordingly. The prisoner will stand trail, when she is proven guilty then you can do with her as you see fit. In the mean time I see no reason for us to keep our presence here."

"Very well master Jedi." Turning to face the king the two Jedi bowed and walked back to there ship.

The ship was almost done being loaded up and ready for take off, within the depths of Jared's soul he knew he could not leave her like this. She did almost commit murder on the king, but her means was justified was it not? People were dying on the streets here, almost 20 percent of the population was, and instead of planting food or at the very least importing some to keep up with the demand he instead focuses more attention to his military. It was disgusting, perhaps her motives were justified. Either way, her death was not going to be tomorrow like it was planned. Getting up he found his master sitting down reading a data pad most likely documenting his report. A large part of it was probably on how Jared had broken the code, he could be kicked out of the order tomorrow. To hell with it all.

"Master?" He asked lightly, gather Turris's attention the middle age man stood up on his feet and peered his padawan's eyes.

"I'm sorry." Jared started off, quickly Turris cut him off.

"If this is about.." He never got to finish his sentence, instead he was picked up off his feet and slammed against the steel walls of the ship. Walking over to his master where he forced threw him he placed his hand on his head and threw him into a vast deep force sleep, making sure he was lights out for at least a few more hours. What he was about to do, needless to say would be a lot easier without Turris around.

He ran, as fast as he legs could carry him, he needed nothing more than his own trusty blue lightsabre and the force it's self. Within 15 minutes he stood before Anara's cell, only a steel door blocked his way and two guards standing at attention. Pulling his arms up slammed both guards against the door knocking one of them unconscious, the other stirred and reached for his blaster. Within one swift moment Jared swung his lightsabre in a quick arc and took off the mans head. Finally he opened the door.

"Jared!" Anara shouted in desperate delight, running up to him she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. Returning the embrace he kissed her on her forehead before speaking.

"We don't have much time, we have to go." He responded with authority in his voice.

"What about the guards?"

"The two at the door are kinda disposed of. The others, well we will cross that bridge when we get there." Looking up in his brown eyes she could feel her heart start to pick up pace.

"You know I'm crazy about you." She said, letting the words slip out of her mouth.

"Then lets shut up and get the hell out of here." Letting out a small laugh they both darted out of the cell and down the hall. Anara stopped by on of the bodies of the guards and picked up there blaster and continued to follow Jared. Immediately after opening the front doors the guards knew this was an escape happening, pulling there blasters up they fired which Jared ignited his lightsabre and deflected the bolts back towards them hitting another two. Looking across he saw a cargo ship with light weaponry attached to it about a hundred feet away being prepped. In between the ship and themselves were about twelve guards.

"Come on!" She yelled. Charging forward she fired three successive shots, hitting another shooter. Jared on the other hand had his lightsabre out full blast doing his best to guard them both, to his amazement they made it under the garage ceiling.

"Get the hell away from my ship!" A disgruntled mechanic yelled in disgust, seeing the Twi'lek and a Human charging forward to it. Raising his blaster he pointed and aimed it at his two new intruders.

Jared just grabbed the Rodian with the force and tossed him 15 feet away from the garage. Opening up the entry doors of the ship, he crouched down on the ramp and pointed his arm towards the cockpit.

"After you my lady."

"Showoff." Anara responded shaking her head allowing herself a small smile.

After running straight towards the cock pit both Anara and Jared's hands were streaming all over the control panel.

"You ever fly one of these?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean not exactly!? I thought you Jedi were awesome pilots?"

"We usually are, but to be quite honest, I caught up on a lot of sleep during those classes."

"Aw great."

"Grab the guns, we got company!" Anara quickly switched over to the control panel for the turrets and started to fire at the solders that were forming a line in front of the ship. Within moments they were cut down, they ones that survived quickly ran out of the way to find cover. Even before Anara took over the guns the hyper-drive was calculating on making a jump, he only needed another minute now.

"Turning on thrusters, any friendlies?" The ship roared to life, hovering slightly in the garage Jared let it ease out before taking off in the upper sky.

"We have two on our tail!" The cargo ship started to shake violently as both star fighters were shooting wildly at there rouge enemies. Looking down at the shield monitor, Anara's eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of her head.

"45 seconds and were out of here!"

"We got 30 tops, unless you got something up your sleeve!"

"Buckle up!" Jared pulled hard on the control stick causing the ship to turn around and face the attackers, twirling it over on its side it caused the shots from the star fighters to miss completely. After doing a quick pass he angled the ship up towards the stars and put the thrusters at max speed.

"Out of all the ships in the docks and we pick the slowest!" Jared complained, more to himself than to Anara

"Shields at 15 percent, one more hit and were done for." As soon as she finished the sentence, they both fell hard back into there seats as streaks of light had filled there view screen.

"Oh thank the force!" slouching back on his chair Jared pulled his hands up and made them wipe the sweat off that had formed. A silent moment emerged and was soon followed by laughter, which again was ended by silence as Jared looked Anara in the eyes.

"Where to now?" Anara asked in wonder.

"I programmed it to Dantooine, its at least a couple hours away. Once there we can figure out what to do."

"Any idea's on what to do till then?"

"No you?"

"Just one." Unbuckling her belt Anara got up and slid herself on top of Jared and kissed him deeply. After about 20 seconds the kissing stopped for a moment for the both of them to catch there breath. Jared gently placed his forehead against Anara's and let out a small chuckle.

"Best trip ever."

Before the both of them knew it the ship had dropped out of hyper-space. Pulling his arm from around Anara's body to the clothes that lied on the floor he quickly got dressed and sat down on the pilots chair, within moments Anara had joined him.

"I'm pulling it in for one of the major cities, there we can get some food and maybe a place to stay." Jared announced, looking down Anara peered down closer.

"Its beautiful." Looking over to see her some captivated by the planet Jared just smiled.

"That it, is." Reaching over the comm he buzzed the north end port.

"Comm, badge and intentions please." The commander's voice peered over the comm.

"This is Cargo vessel 192784-A41. Two people on board one Twi'lek and one human. We intend to stay for a couple of days and stock up on supplies."

"Permission granted, proceed at Dock 54219 sector C." Letting out a smile, Anara twirled her lovers head an gave him a swift kiss on the lips. The ship corrected its self on auto pilot and landed itself safely in the dock.

Getting up Jared made sure his lightsabre was firmly on his waist, looking over at Anara she did the same with her blaster. Opening the ramp they both walked out. Jared's danger sense was flaring crazily now, demanding him to get back towards the ship, turning around he grabbed Anara's arm.

"I think we should head back." She gave him a curious look and then a familiar voice entered the room.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to do that." The man walked up in Jedi robes and was holding his lightsabre in his hand, following him out were Dantooine's security forces, 20 in all.

"Master.." Jared started off shocked, realizing one of the troops must of threw a bug on the ship he cursed himself.

"Surrender Jared, I beg of you." Looking over at Anara he grasped her hand tight before he let go and withdrew his lightsabre.

"I'm sorry master, I cannot." Instantly bolts were fired, deflecting some back to the guards he was having trouble dealing with the shots aimed for him and blocking his own master's saber. He was never really a talented duelist but he knew he had to try. A moment passed and he felt a sharp, devastating pain emitting from Anara. Looking over at her, she fell down to the ground grasping her chest as a blaster shot had hit her. The shot hit her directly in the heart.

"NO!" He screamed, letting his pain, sorrow and anger fuel his attacks. They became quicker but also more erratic, blocking a blow he quickly went for a stab. Turris easily just moved out of the way, put his arm around his old padawan's and snapped it clean. Grasping in pain Jared dropped his saber and fell to the floor and looked on towards Anara's lifeless body.

"I'm so sorry." He muttered to himself, quickly after Turris kneed his old apprentice in the face knocking him unconscious.

"So am I."

A month later, for several counts of murder and helping a convict escape, former Jedi padawan Jared Sol was sentence for the remainder of his life to work in the mining colonies on Deltraas's moon. Female 20 years of age Anara Beltran, Twi'lek in species was killed in the escape attempt, the clone wars ragged on for two more years before coming to an abrupt end. After staging her death Senator Padame Amidala gave birth to two healthy babies. After which agreed for the better care of her children to give them up for adoption. One year later, she was arrested by the Emperor's SS devision and sent to Deltraas's mining colony. Reason, unknown.