A/N- I don't down Star Wars or Rent sadly, or I'd be filthy rich
Cato Nemoidia
'I sing the Body Electric
I celebrate the me yet to come
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun'
A power radiated through me as I sang, but it wasn't from the music. There was a disturbance in the Force, something out of place. Intruders. I closed my eyes and the words through my lips like honey without any though. I reached out for the anomaly. The room was filled with crushed spirits, mostly other slaves. A few were arrogant and superior, our masters. But there was one, fiery and determined on the edge of the crowd. I opened my eyes to a young man, barely twenty, a grim smile, focused dark eyes and an unusual jagged cut in his honey blonde hair, as though he'd worn just that inch longer for ten odd years and then cut in short. A Jedi Knight. There was another cool and focused anomaly, but it eluded me. I reached the climax of my piece and snapped back to focus. I sang of glorious rebirth and embodying the earth. I sang of the Force.
'And in time and in time we will all be stars' an expected silence followed my performance, talk of the force was forbidden and I was soon to be the victim of a severe beating. But one pair of hands clapped, slow and steady. I felt the cool and calculating energy from before. 'Very well done, don't you think so Gunray' the speaker was about thirty, authorative and had red-brown hair like a lion. As he spoke he ignited the lightsaber at his hip. The blade was a brilliant green and he pointed it threatening into the shadows behind he silver throne. The Viceroy of the Trade Federation slipped from the shadows, paler than I'd ever seen him. 'Obi Wan Kenobi' he drawled walking onto the floor 'you've grown up'. His eyes glowed red with fear and desperation. As he circled Kenobi he searched frantically for a weapon. His bi-barreled blaster pressed into the back of my neck. He had done this a few times before, but this time he was serious. If Obi Wan came any closer to Gunray, I would die.
I was surprised to find that I cared. Many times in my enslavement I contemplated death, the ultimate freedom. But there was so much I still wanted to do with my life, the crystals that hung around my neck, symbolized all the possibility of a future. One that I no longer had. And I knew things that could help the Jedi end the war. I would fight. I used the force to slam the blaster from his hands and it clattered to the floor. To anyone it'd seem that he dropped it. But a metal blade pressed against my throat before I could run. I could see the Jedi, evaluating all his options. But not one of them involved me alive. I saw the young Jedi in the shadows step forward to protect the man. 'No' Kenobi put out his hand and a small chink of marble knocked his apprentice in the head. He wasn't about to endanger him and then with a clang dropped his lightsaber to the floor.
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