DarthJudicar10

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Judicar thought for a long moment. Should he tell this person (he still didn't know his name) that he was looking for a Sith who had summoned him to Mechis III? What if this wasn't the Sith? What if this man was a rival of that Sith, and would kill Judicar for mentioning him/her? Unsure of what to do, Judicar reached into his robes and pulled out the transmission from the unknown Sith. "I am here in response to this," he said. "Does it mean anything to you?"

Judicar was confused. What was going on? Were they going to kill him? Teach him? He didn't know. Hoping for the best, he asked, "What...what happens now?" He hoped the answer wasn't a lightsaber in his heart.

Judicar was angry, angrier then he'd been in a while. And at the same time, he could not dent his curiosity. He had stumbled across a group of real Sith, perhaps the one who had sent him the message. But that was useless if he was pinned to a wall. So, reaching out to the Force, Judicar unpinned himself. Or tried to. But, for some reason, he couldn't seem to reach out to the Force. It was like some knowledge he had forgotten, and could not remember alone. Stang, he thought, this puts me in a predicament. So he just stood there, watching the one man walk away, waiting for the other two to speak. Or attack.

As he crept closer, Judicar began to hear voices. "In what way will I be serving the order? Surely causing death and destruction wouldn't be my only task." At that moment, a feeling of scrutiny came over Judicar, and he knew that he had been detected through the Force. He shut himself down quickly, making his presence invisible, but the damage had been done. The element of surprise was gone. Silently cursing, Judicar crouched behind a rock, trying to catch a glimpse of the figures.

Suddenly, Judicar was aware of three presences east of his current position. Is one of them my soon-to-be-mentor? he wondered. He didn't know who these people were, but he was determined to find out. It was better than moping around beside his starfighter. Putting his hood up, Judicar headed off towards the two people. He drew his blaster (he had discarded his Jedi lightsaber) for good measure, and set it to KILL.

The blue, indiscreet Jedi starfighter slipped through the atmosphere of Mechis III, then touched down onto what seemed to be a landing pad, although years of inattention had given it an ancient look. After a few moments of silence, the hatch sprung open, and out stepped a tall, thin human, wearing a customary black Jedi tunic. But this man was no Jedi. In fact, he was hardly a man at all. Sixteen year old Alkan Tuju, now self-christened Darth Judicar, surveyed his surroundings, pondering recent events. In his mind, Judicar replayed the mission he had been on when this whole affair had started. How he had decided that, to save a local community, an innocent child, on whom a grenade had been permanently planted on, would have to die. His Master's disapproving words still resounded through Judicar's head. His last words. Judicar remembered the horror he had felt as he had slain his master, the frustration that his mentor just hadn't seen the truth as Alkan had. Then, the other Jedi Masters hurrying over to see what had happened. Their accusing words. You killed him, Alkan. Then, his response. My name is not Alkan. I am now...Judicar. Darth Judicar. How good it had felt to see the horror on their faces, as they saw what Alkan had become. He had fled then, stealing one of the stealth Jedi Starfighters the Masters had had. As he had flown into space, he had felt all was lost. Until the holo had come through. A hooded figure had spoken, voice filled with dark malice. Judicar hadn't even been sure whether it had been a male or female. I have heard of your plight, young one. I have felt your power. I know what you you can become. Be at Mechis III in 48 standard hours if you wish to receive my power Who was this cryptic figure? What did he or she know of the dark side? And what did they want with Judicar? Perhaps, he thought, he or she is a real Sith. That person is perhaps angry at me for assuming the title of Sith myself. Maybe all they have to show me is death. But, at this point, death didn't seem so bad. So Judicar waited, wondering if the factory noises would perhaps drown out the sound of an approaching ship...