Tatooine

[Scottie]

Ekim ran as fast as he could to a ship and flew back to the Helix Station. He could not believe this was happening. He was lucky to get out of there alive. He had hoped that his Master would be victorious. Ekim soon came to the docking bay of the helix station.

[Notorious]

”œYou have accepted your fate and I commend you on that. On this day my blade shall run deep into your flesh and forever shall I be known as the man that has ended Achzets life. Its truly a pity that the child escaped”¦ oh how I wished to place his blood upon your flesh.”

[Lord Asshat]

Achzet swiped the short, yet strong attack away from his body. Achzet stop the onslaught entirely by deflecting another attempted stab and using the momentum to leap backwards, he landed softly on the ground.

 

Achzet felt the hinge of his saber and pulled the saber apart. This was a special design that Achzet had on his saber as well. He now had two green sabers in each hand. He looked at the hilts of the sabers and smiled. These were his tools, and he was the master of them. Achzet then began to run towards his rival.

 

He concentrated on the gentle nature of the force and let it run through him. It flowed like a river in a small valley. The speed of his body gradually increased as he focused and manipulated it farther into his muscles and bone. He was slowly becoming a blur and just as he approached his opponent, he faked an attack and transfered the force in his body from his legs to his arms. Achzet lept upwards and pushed down using the force. His opponent was sent downwards and into the reaches of the sand. A hole developed where his opponent lay. As Achzet continued his leap he used the force push that he used previously to carry him even higher and he landed some fifty yards away from the Sith Lord.

 

Achzet viewed as the Sith Lord stood once more. Achzet could see the anger and hatred in his face. He could see it in his soul. Achzet shuddered as he felt the hatred try and pry into his mind and soul once more. This made Achzet concentrate even harder on the gentle nature of the force. It easily canceled out the darkness.

 

Darkness will never overcome the light.

 

Achzet began to focus on the light and force it to move towards the Sith Lord. He tried to pry it into his mind, but the Sith's soul forced it out. Achzet's mind was becoming more weary. He was tired from the heat, the training of his apprentices, he had say in the matter though. He was a Jedi. It was his life and his duty. He had to fight. He had to destroy the evil in the universe.

 

Achzet charged his opponent once more. He lept and went in for a fatal stab at the man's chest. As Achzet lept in for the kill, he said a small choice of words.

 

"You will surrender or die. Make your choice."

 

((1))

[Shy-Ree]

A severly battered corellian frieghtor skimmed through the stark blue Tattooine sky. It's pilot steered it in and landed in a just as shoddy looking docking bay. She shut the ship down then marched angrily through the barely working jumble of scrapmetal, swearing under her breath. This was the last place she wanted to be. Actually Hell was the last place she wanted to be. But this burnt out chunk of sand blasted rock was right behind, nipping hard on Hell's ass.

 

Shy-Ree turned into her room, pulled up one of the floor panels and leapt down into the hole. She crouched down and thrust her narrow hand through a tangled mess of wires that were only there for show. Past that, her fingers wrapped around a long narrow box. She yanked the metal container out from the wires, stood and shoved it up onto the floor of her bedroom. A moment later she pulled herself up and replaced the floor panel.

 

Waffles was on the bed, a bundle of nerves and eyes as Shy sat beside him. She opened the box and smiled a bit to see that her meager stash of cred sticks were still inside. She rummaged through, totalled her funds then frowned.

 

"Dammit all." Shy muttered to Waffles. "Not nearly enough..."

 

She shook her head dourly. How she loathed Tattooine. The place was an abominable assault on every single one of her senses. She'd have skimmed right on by but her ship had started to sporadically malfunction. She wondered how long it would take to find the parts she'd need, then wondered how much credits the money grubbing dealers would try wring from wallet. Of course, she could easily procure the parts she needed without credits...

 

She scooped up a couple of the cred sticks then slid the cash box under the bed. Shy quickly changed into drab beige clothing and then swirled an ashen gray cloak about her body. She fastened it and pulled the hood up to conceal her face. Her lightsabers were clipped back behind her hips, out of plain view. She gathered a few other items to herself and topped off her outfit with a thigh mounted blaster just for the hell of it.

 

With a farewell smooch to Waffle's muzzle, Shy was off. She stepped out of her ship and the heat of Tattooine slammed like a brick wall into her.

 

"If I hadn't seen Hell with my own eyes, I'd swear this sun baked pit of vermin was it..." she muttered.

 

Shy-Ree shut up the ship and activated it's security measures. She pulled her hood down a bit more, stretched out with her senses then withdrew again after feeling faintly familiar presences. She diminished her own force signature then set out to find the very first item on her list of nessesities.

[Lord Asshat]

Achzet blocked the furious Sith Lord's blows. He dodged and ducked as fast as he could and could barely get out of the way in time. He felt a very small portion of the saber graze the side of his eyebrow down to his upper cheek. He felt the burning sensation set in. He began to channel a small portion of the force into that same wound. He felt it dull the pain slightly, but not entirely.

 

Achzet could feel the exhaustion of his opponent. He felt it begin to set in. Achzet trained for longer than the Sith Lord and built up a better endurance because of it. Achzet seized the oppurtunity.

 

As the Sith Lord took a small break from the fight, Achzet rushed him with unseen speed. He lept upward and did a quick front flip over the Sith Lord. He landed behind the Sith. Achzet surprised the Sith Lord with the spectacular move and Achzet seized every second of it. He took a powerful back stab, while still having his back face the Sith. He felt his blade rip through the chest of the demon like man. He felt it rip and burst out of his chest. Achzet saw the small puddle of blood already develop on the ground. He heard a small grunt of pain escape the man's lips and final exhale. Achzet pulled his saber out of the man's back and looked away. He viewed as the Sith Lord fell on his knees and finally forward. His face buried into the sand. A small trickle of blood ran from his mouth. He felt the man's force signature fade away. The Sith Lord was defeated.

 

Achzet looked at the corpse. A small tear escaped his eye. Achzet fell on his knees and began to dig. He dug deeper and deeper for what felt like hours. Achzet looked at the fatal wound that he had inflicted and shuddered. It was a hole, not much bigger than an acorn. He saw the small and narrow outline of blood on the Sith's robes.

 

Achzet carried the man to his grave and gently placed him in. He crossed the corpse's arms. Achzet then began dig pile sand back onto the Sith, but before he put the first handful of sand on him, he said a small prayer for the Sith Lord.

 

"Why must this happen? Why? Only you know why. I am sorry for taking your life, but it was necessary. May your soul find peace in another life."

 

Achzet said the most serious words that a Jedi could say to a defeated warrior.

 

"May you find peace. May the force be with you."

 

Achzet piled the sand and made an appropriate grave when done burying him.

 

Achzet walked away from the sacred ground and walked to his ship. He took the man's lightsabers and piled them on the grave in a neatly fashion before he left.

 

Achzet climbed into his ship and activated the controls. He set a course for the Helix Station, to find his padawans.

 

The ship shot out of the atmosphere and into the reaches of space. As the ship lifted its landing gear, Achzet had kept his eyes focused on the Sith Lord's grave. He never took his eyes off of the grave. Not until he could no longer use the force to aid his eyes.

 

Achzet was very tired from the battle. He set the controls on auto-pilot and walked to his small quarters on the ship. He took of his robes and unclipped his sabers. He fell on his bed and soon fell fast asleep. He slept until he arrived at his destination.

 

The Jedi Knight's ship soared through space.

[Duo]

Duo brought his ship down into the backwater hell hole that was Tatooine. Normally he would have had no interest in a place such as this, but considering what he had in mind he could think of no better planet to be on. After all, no one really cared about this place. And even if they did they were most likely too unorganized to do anything to him before he made his escape.

 

He sat in the cockpit of the small X-wing snub fighter for a bit, working with the weapons systems until he had everything set up. A small number began to flash in the ships HUD. That was all Duo needed to see before he could get on with his plans. His scarlet cloak covered the build of his body, leaving most people to wonder if he was a male or female. The only thing that would lead them to think he was male even without the cloak on were his muscles.

 

He ran his fingers over the sphere in his pocket for a while as he maneuvered in and out of the crowds in the shopping section. It seemed every direction he looked was nothing but scum. Sure every now and then he would spot someone who didn't look to bad, at least for this planet, but that didn't change the fact that they were inferior and therefor didn't deserve to live anyways.

 

Duo paused twenty feet from one of the major sections of the shopping center. He could see all kinds of items and speeders up ahead, as well as a large variety of alien races. His lips curled into disgust as he took in the sight of the humans interacting with the beasts as if they were somehow equals.

 

"Plagues placed upon this galaxy as a punishment for our crimes.."

 

He pulled the metallic orb from his pocket, making sure to keep it hidden from sight within his sleeve. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his body now. He knew what would come next, he lived for what would come next. He took a deep breath of the heated air, savoring every second of this. Slowly his thumb pressed down on one of the buttons...A small beep was heard as he pulled his hand back then brought it forward.

 

"Enjoy..."

 

The sphere flew low to the ground, before finally landing and rolling a good thirty feet past the various people only to stop in the dead center. Duo's face flashed a maniacly grin as he rolled to the side, just behind one of the walls of another building. The thermal detonator exploded, vaporizing those that were closest to it and throwing the rest into the air and away from the scene. Screams of agony and pain could already be heard, even before the ringing of the explosions cleared from his ears.

 

He slid his hand under his cloak and turned the corner, looking to find any survivors. A young woman with a deep gash in her head was crying over a body of a little girl that was just half there, the lower half completely gone. Duo approached her and she stood up, running to him crying and begging for help. When she was a foot away he extended his left arm, hitting her in the center of the chest and knocking her back, his right hand withdrew his hidden slug thrower and planted a bullet in her skull. The blood that sprayed onto the wall was nothing compared to the amount that was pouring out of the, still living, girl...

 

Duo looked down on her. A casualty. She was still to young to be considered condemned, but sacrifices had to made. For what cause he could not say, but he just knew they had to be made. He stepped forward and leaned down. He closed her eyes and put the barrel to her skull. After muttering a few words he pulls the trigger. The shot rang out in the now deafly silent center, her misery was cut short only through the grace of an angel.

 

Duo loosened his grip on the gun and spun it around twice on his finger before putting it back in its proper spot. He stood up slowly and turned to face the hangers. He knew someone would call in some help to figure out who did this, but he had no desire to see any of them any time soon.

 

The area was rocked with another explosion as his ships entire proton torpedo clip self detonated, taking his ship and the surrounding ones with it. Each explosion continued the domino effect until the hanger was effectively crippled. He could still feel the surge of adrenaline coursing through his system, but he felt better now. At least, for the most part...

 

He moved slowly through the area, then out of it. In less the fifteen minutes he finds a Cantina that seems relatively unphazed and enters it...

[Shy-Ree]

After scouring the city Shy-Ree found and purchases parts needed to fix the pile of scrap she rode in on. On the way back she snagged up a thing or two for herself and the ones she loved.

 

Back at her ship she was greeted by her beloved little mutant. Shy set a small box onto the floor and opened it. A small rodent-like creature poked it's head out and sniffed the unfamiliar air.

 

"Dinner is served, handsome. Fresh meat this time," she whispered to Waffles then kicked the box over.

 

The rodent scurried away, Waffles bolted after it. Shy grinned as the creatures disappeared from sight.

 

She then tossed her cloak onto her bed and spent the next few hours fixing the problems that plagued her frieghter. Once finished she systematically brought the ship online and was relieved that everything was in order. Finally, she could get the hell off that scum infested planet. She went back to her room, stashed a couple of things. Waffles scampered in and hopped onto the bed. He moved to her cloak, sniffed at it then nosed something out. Shy checked his discovery and broke out into a wide grin.

 

"Come handsome." she said lovingly then scooped up her pet. "We'll deal with that later."

 

They made their way back to the cockpit and minutes later Shy-Ree's battered ship left the hellish atmosphere of Tattooine.

[Leinemaster]

A YT class exited hyperspace above the desert world, clearance is given and the ship lands in docking bay 94 in Mos Eisley. Isham changes to attire proper to desert weather and takes his comlink with him, and proceeds into Mos Eisley proper. "I guess there's a little time for sightseeing here."

 

He began down the sandy streets into the city...

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp had been deep inside of mediation while he awaited his apprentice to show up. He had set up Isolder in a medical center upon which he kept a guard of of every moment. Even during his mediation he still devoted some of his energies into guarding. However at the moment he was practicing on a trick he had devloped as well as trying to design a new one.

 

Wrapping himself inside of the force he suddenly seemed to disapper from it yet at the same time reapper 14 yards away. Satisfied with the results he smiled. once again he was projecting himself onto an object while he himself remained hidden. Now in order to test just how well it worked he would see if his padawan would go visit the rock he was projecting himself on or the medical center first. Later he would work on something new but for now practice made perfect.

[Leinemaster]

Isham walked along the street not too far away when he caught a glimpse of something. He also felt a movement within the Force. He looked around to see what it was that caught his attention. But then felt maybe that was nothing He kept moving on. He had passed several shops and cantinas.

As he passed a medical center again he felt the movement in the Force, then looked around to see that the Medical Center was where he should find the souce. He turned toward the bulding and walked in. He knew then - that was some sort of Force trick. Only a well trained Jedi knight would be able to do such a thing.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp smiled and suddenly appered behind his padawan through a series of very stealthy movements. Clasping his hands on his padawan's shoulder's he spun him around.

 

"Well we can't really leave were we left off but that is ok. It is time to open your mind entirley to the force come with me."

 

Scorp made a gesture to move his padawan toward the door he had been guarding.

 

"Sit down. now I want you relax."

Scorp sat acroos from his padawan. I want you to sink yourself into a mediative state. think of nothing, feel nothing. Clear your mind of all thoughts. Quiet your thinking listen t the voices you would normally never hear. That is the very beginning of feeling the force. NOw listen harder allow yourself to feel once more sense what is around you. feel the force flow through you."

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

Isolder woke with a start, making sure his caelestrum was still at his side. It was. The Blademaster relaxed enough to remember he had been badly injured. Isolder examined his wounds. Some of them had been tended to, but they needed time to heal. He sensed Scorp and another Jedi nearby. Isolder felt safe. He knew they were on Tatooine, he could feel it. The planet felt like a second home to him.

 

Perhaps I should visit the Temple.

 

But Isolder knew that would be useless, even if he could make the journey injured. The Temple could not heal physical wounds such as these. The Blademaster would have to heal naturally. He lay back down.

[Leinemaster]

Isham does as instructed, he sinks into a meditative state, works to clear his mind, and allows the Force to surround him and flow through him.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp felt Isolder awaken only to then return to a restful state. While it was plausable the man could still be awake he felt it was best not to disturb him yet.

 

Scorp watched as his padawan connected to the force. Looking around Scorp left the building and return with a small pile of rock. Lining them up in a row from smallest to largest he spoke to his padawan.

 

"Now that you feel the force flowing through you try extending your reach. Try lifting up each one of theses rocks in turn."

[Leinemaster]

As Isham felt the Force flowing through him, he saw the each of the rocks lined up by size through the Force. Through this vision, he felt the rocks and they lifted at least 2 meters from the ground one at a time. Then he felt them as they were gently placed back down where they were originally. There seemed to be little difference in weight between each of the rocks as he lifted them, but he could see the size through the Force.

[Mira Jesra]

Jade's Run had landed in Mos Eisley to deliver the contracted load, part of which was secreted away in the smuggling compartments of the freighter. The pilot was a small framed, young woman who's flame red, auburn hair shone as bright as the Tatooine suns, her hazel green eyes showing the gold flecks, indicating her light hearted nature. Her father had entrusted her to this run, her first solo smuggling escapade. She had been on multiple run's with both of her parents, taking an active role in the last several trips where she had been let run the operations, both covert and open.

 

The girl from Ord Mantell strode down the embarksion ramp, activating the panel as she left the ship which would turn on her security precautions. She'd purchase herself a droid while she was here this time, needing a sidekick. She also wanted to make a few modifications to her ship, which she would be able to afford after this job.

 

Mira approached one of the Jawa that seemed to hang around the space port, speaking basic to it to find out where she could purchase a droid from. She got the information she required and headed off towards the dealer, being that it was on the way to the Hutt that she was to deliver some of her payload to.

 

She entered the droid shop, noticing a protocol droid in the corner. The droid told her that it had mechanical aptitude as well as being able to speak several billion languages. It wasn't the most fancy looking droid she'd seen, but it suited the smuggler's purpose. She purchased the droid, plugging in her datapad after the restraining bolt had been removed and reprogramming it to respond only to her. T3-M8 was given instructions to follow but remain silent.

 

Mira made her way to the Hutt's abode, his lackey's showing her and 'Matey' in (as she decided to call her droid). Business was done smartly, a twi'lek courier was to arrive at her ship at a certain time to pick up the other items after the main had been unloaded. All was to be done so that there was no suspicion. She headed back to the ship, familiarising her droid with the Jade's Run and getting the order ready. The main load was collected, Mira waiting several hours more before the female courier showed up to collect the smaller packages. That done, the twi'lek gone, Mira's ship now clean, she decided to wander around the space port to see what she could find out... if there was any work going around about. She left the droid on her ship, both to run mechanical checks and to make sure the Jade's Run was ready to take off in a moment's notice if required.

 

--

 

Not finding anything of interest, Mira decided to head back home at least for a while, maybe pick up another job somewhere else. She'd go see what else was on offer on the 'boards' be it legal or illegal... She reboarded the Jade's Run soon having it ready to leave. Preflight done, all the checks done for tracking devices or listening bugs done and she lifted off, heading for home...

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

"Good good now try moving them a meter away."

 

Scorp stood up and made a line on the floor.

 

"try to see if you can line up to rocks on the line."

[Leinemaster]

One by one - each rock floated upward through the Force as Isham was commanding, then one floated toward where scorp drew the line on the floor. Seeing the line through the Force, Isham gently set the rock on it, as he did, a second and third rock started toward the line simultaneously. They took their place next to the first rock. Rocks gently floated 2 to 3 at a time and gently laid to rest along the line. Isham then took the two rocks at each end using the Force and exchanged them. And finally he then rearranged the rocks based on their size.

[Dwight]

The Jedi interceptor cruised low over the Dune Sea, its pilots eyes scanned the area for nothing in particular. He had entered the system over an hour ago and broke through the atmosphere in the center of the Sea below him and with no real place to go he decided to make a few passes of this area. The multiply suns could be seen setting in the distance as the frigid night air began to pass over the planet, something which pleased Dwight greatly.

 

In the distance he could make out the faint lights of Mos Eisly. Still alive with activity no doubt, this planet was a haven for the scum of the Galaxy. Smugglers, drug traffickers, bounty hunters. You name it and you could find it here, if you couldn't then it quite simply did not exist. But that was not why Dwight had come here, he had returned here because he knew this planet. And despite the people and the weather that this planet harbored, he loved it.

 

Only a few minutes later Dwight was moved through the dusty streets of Mos Eisly. His red converse kicked up dirt with each step, his brown hair swaying in what little wind the planet gave him. He stretched out with what little force sense he controlled, keeping a close eye on his immediate surroundings for anyone who might have tried to start trouble.

[Leinemaster]

all at once, rocks moved from one side of the room to the other and back again. The room basically became an antigravity well full of asteroids. But something was different about these. Did they sense when they were about to collide with Scorp, Isham, Isolder, the medbeds or 21B droids? Because they shifted course to go around them. Actually these rocks are what they are - rocks. Their maneuvering is controlled by the Force - the Force that acted on them was obeying Isham's command.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp smiled glad to see his padawan talking his training to the next level. It was time however to teach his padawan how to improve himself with the force. turning to face his padawan he waved his hand and all the rocks came crashing down.

"Padawan I wish for you to mediate Meanwhile I shall return momentailry."

 

With that Scorp left the building to set up his plan.

[Leinemaster]

As his master exits, Isham sinks slowly back into a meditative state - clearing his mind. He allows the Force back through him and commands it to keep a watchful eye around him.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp returned with a wide grin on his face. Looking at his padawan sitting there mediating he figured that his padawan would be attun enough for this next lesson.

 

"all right padawan you feel the force flowing through you. You ahve learned to focus the force on other objects but now you must learn to do it yourself. All Jedi do this at a basic nature. Their reflexes are faster than most normal humans or members of their current speices, their thoughs run faster however through the force a Jedi can makes effects like this even more pronounced. By focusing on one's muscles a Jedi can run faster, jumper higher and can hit harded if need be. They can increase their staimina allowing them to run longer or stay submerged under water far longer a normal person. They can even heal tissue."

 

Scorp paused before focusing his eyes on a far away picture. For some reason it drew his attention yet he still needed to finish this lesson.

 

"Out side their is a basic obsticle course created just for you. There is only one prblem. only small visible clues will be able to allow you to completed. For you see it is not a clearly marked course. You must use the force to boost your naturall abilites to not only find the course but to complete it. you have an hour to do so. You may begin when ready."

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

Isolder felt rested. His wounds were healing, and now the Blademaster felt good enough to walk. He called his ship from Mechis III with his wristlink. It had been outside the blast radius, luckily, and was set to come when he commanded. Isolder planned to depart soon. He made his way to Scorp's location.

 

"I'm sorry to interrupt your training Jedi Scorp. I wanted to thank you for saving me. I will be leaving now. If you need anything in the future, you know how to find me. May the Force be with you."

 

Isolder departed, walking toward the open sands. That is where his ship had been directed to land. Isolder was still considering making a trip out to the Temple. But he didn't think he could survive the journey after being weakened by his wounds. He would have to consult with the Spirits of the Moon another time. The Blademaster hadn't been walking long before he felt the ground shake beneath him. His hand went to his caelestrum as several apparitions appeared before him. Recognition flashing across his eyes, Isolder fell to his knees before the Ancestral Spirits. They spoke to the Blademaster for some time.

 

Hours later Isolder walked the streets of Mos Eisley, a new mission set before him. The edge of his white robes hovered just above the ground. Despite the dust flowing through the air, not a mark was on Isolder. The crowd parted before him, seeming to sense that a dangerous man walked in their midst. At last Isolder saw his target. Dwight. The man's Force sensitivity was obvious to one with Isolder's training. Equally obvious was Dwight's lack of experience. Isolder was able to walk up right next to him before he sensed the Blademaster. Isolder put his hand on Dwight's shoulder causing him to spin and face him. Although Dwight was good at hiding his surprise, it was evident to one with Isolder's training. Isolder's face was not a pleasing sight. It had a strange dichotomy. His features appeared at first glance handsome and kind. But across his cheeks were black scars as if the claws of some monstrosity had permanently deadened his skin. These were the remnants of Trowa Barton's poisonous attacks.

 

"You seek knowledge that only I can offer friend."

[Dwight]

Dwight spun around as the hand was placed on his shoulder, his hair twisted after him only getting more tangled as it did. He was unsure of what to make of this man. He could feel the force flowing around him, but it was not a sickening twisted taint that moved around him so he couldn't be a Sith. There was the faintest of hints of such a thing about him though, but Dwight couldn't be sure as his control of the force was minimum.

 

His face was scarred from some beasts claws, but the skin itself was dead and black. He was curious why the man had not found a way to replace the dead skin, as he knew there were so many things he could have used. Dwight inwardly hoped that the figure had slain the beast, ridding the Galaxy of its kind, else it get to someone else and do something even worse.

 

"It is the will of the force that I came here then..."

 

Dwight held out his hand, slightly hesitant at first as he did. He still didn't know what to make of this one. He had come out of no where and answered a question that had not been asked, completed a quest for knowledge for him, offered something more valuable then money, or possessions. Hopefully he truly could teach him that which he desired to learn.

 

"Names Dwight..."

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

Isolder nodded. If it had been up to him, he would not have trusted this man. But Isolder followed the commands of the Ancestral Spirits. A Blademaster had no choice in the matter. They wished Dwight to receive the training and he would get it. Why it had to happen here and now, he did not know. Isolder also had no idea what to say or how to train Dwight, but he felt the presence of the Spirits within him. They were instructing him on how to conduct himself.

 

"My name is Isolder. But our names are not important. Follow me."

 

Isolder lead Dwight out of Mos Eisley. They were walking straight out into the Dune Sea. The blazing sun was roasting them alive. Isolder had merely fallen asleep during his training. But he could already tell the process for Dwight would be much different, much harder. When they could no longer see the city, Isolder sat down in the sand. He instructed Dwight to do the same. Sweat dripped from his long hair. Already he could feel his brain being affected, and they had not been in the sun for more than a half hour.

 

"You know that you were drawn here. You seek power and knowledge. Why do you seek them? Choose your answer carefully."

[Dwight]

Dwight did as instructed and followed the man out of Mos Eisley. At first he was slightly hesitant about just walking out into the Dune Sea with no supplies or anything else one would need to survive in such a harsh environment, but his doubt faded quickly as he figured perhaps the man had left his ship out here for some odd reason or another. The two walked for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only half of one. When Isolder finally came to a stop and sat down, Dwight did the same.

 

He listened intently to the mans question. He took his time coming up with an answer, as this was not something someone would be able to just blow off. He raised his left hand up and wiped away some of the sweat gathering upon his brow, the heat was really starting to get to him now. He was having to struggle just to get his thoughts organized properly so he could answer.

 

"I've seen many evils in my life time. Too many to count in fact. I could not sit idly by as our Galaxy fell to corrupt diplomats and crazed fiends, I had to step up and do what was right. In my eyes...This was the best route. I will do what it takes to protect those that I must. I shall lead the weak to a greater power so that they stand a chance against the evils of this galaxy."

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

((Much of this is going to be plagerized from old Blademaster training))

 

Isolder could see Dwight losing consciousness. Isolder was becoming delirious himself. As he listened to Dwight, he could see the searing heat create wavy lines on the horizon behind the young man's head. Isolder sat in silence for a moment, trying to focus his thoughts.

 

"And yet you don't even know what this is all about. You don't know why I've brought you here. You can feel that this path will lead you toward the knowledge and power you need to protect others. That is what I needed to hear. Should you survive this ordeal, I promise you will gain the ability to be a guardian of the galaxy."

 

Isolder watched Dwight's eyes glaze over. It was not merely the heat working its magic on the two men. It was the power of the Spirits. Slowly they drifted into a dream world. Dwight opened his eyes suddenly, the affects of the heat gone. The sand and sky around him appeared to be spinning at a sickening speed. The twin suns of Tatooine rose and set several times, often moving in unnatural patterns. At last the suns stopped in mid-air. The sunshine was as bright as before, but Dwight could no longer feel the sweltering heat. There was complete silence. The world appeared to be frozen. Dwight was completely alone, Isolder was no longer sitting before him and not a creature stirred as far as the eye could see. Isolder's voice spoke to Dwight from an unseen location,

 

"Answer this question carefully. Imagine that you have just witnessed a robbery. The victim has been shot with a blaster, and you can see the perpetrator in the distance fleeing the seen. The victim still lives but is badly injured. What course of action do you take? Do you refrain from interfering, do you try to help the injured man, or do you chase the perpetrator? What would do and why?"

[Dwight]

Dwight felt something slipping just beyond his senses. With each second it moved closer, with each second he felt the heat over coming him. Even still he could not help but let a smile drift over his face as Isolder spoke to him. This truly was his chance to step up and do what was right. This man was offering him everything he had set out to gain. The will of the force worked in mysterious ways.

 

When he felt that the heat would finally take hold of him and force him into unconsciousness the last thing he expected happened. He blinked and the effects were simply gone, yet everything around him had changed. Where the dizziness of the heat had been before was no a gut wrenching motion sickness from the way the earth and sky around him were spinning. It was as if the aspect of time had been ripped from the galaxy, as if gravity no longer existed.

 

Everything was fine. Yet...oddly different. The heat was gone, yet it was high noon where they were. The dry, hot desert wind that had been kicking up sand before was now gone, the normal sounds of the desert escaping his hearing. But most notable was that Isolder was gone, no longer before him yet he was speaking as if he was still only a foot or two away.

 

His question easily caught Dwight's interest, his mind setting to work finding a solution before Isolder had even finished asking the question. Of course he took the time to consider the answers to the question that the other had given, but none of them sat well with him. How could they? Each had it's flaws of course, one more so then the other two...but he couldn't just use one of them, none of them were right in the end when he could do so much more.

 

If he stayed to help the injured man then the perpetrator would escape and go unpunished. That might have been the only chance given to bring him to justice and just letting him leave would not do. If he chased after the man...then the victim might die from his wounds. Not only was their a chance he wouldn't catch the man, but there was a big chance that the guilt of the mans death would be upon his shoulders as it was him, and him alone that could have saved him. Standing aside and just watching...No. That was what the rest of the Galaxy would do. He was not going to go through what would likely be the most difficult training of his life just to stand idly by.

 

"None of them works. I would move to help the man as quickly as I could, but at the same time I would use my own comm link to call in medical support as well as the police force. If medical support arrived first, I would set out on my own to bring the criminal to justice, if the police force arrived first I would tell them all they need to capture the man and stay with the victim until help for him arrived. I can not forget one half the of the problem and only pay attention to the other."

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

"That answer was not one of the options we gave you."

 

The ground rumbled as if Dwight had selected incorrectly. Isolder's voice rang out again.

 

"Par'sa."

 

Dwight did not yet know the meaning of this word. It was time for him to discover his purpose for being here. The ground dissolved into nothing. Dwight found himself floating in the cold blackness of space. Isolder and his white robes appeared out of nowhere, glowing in the darkness. The man's eyes were solid white. It was clear it was not really Isolder speaking to Dwight. The man's actions where being controlled by another presence. Dwight could sense them through the Force. Hundreds of souls were present within the body of Isolder. Souls with powerful auras. They were not auras of the Force. They were something else.

 

"You have the necessary spirit to be a Par'sa Blademaster. By coming here, you have indicated your desire to become a Blademaster. The history of the Blademasters is secret, and we are the only ones who will have the full scope of that knowledge. The insight you will be given is enough to do your duty."

 

Ancient transpart figures wielding strange swords danced in the darkness. They were performing various tasks. Some engaged in battle, others speaking to large crowds, the variation among the figures was too great to count.

 

"The Blademaster are an ancient order, they are the Seekers of knowledge. Their duty is to be the judges, healers and executioners of your realm. We are the Ancestral Spirits, the only ones who can command the Blademasters. The Blademasters answer to no one else, certainly no one in your galaxy. They follow their duty to protect the galaxy in any way they see fit. No Sith, no Jedi, no one else is superior to the Blademaster's inherent moral authority. The Blademasters follow their own path, and it is the right one."

 

The stars seemed to brighten around them.

 

"Each of the three types of Blademaster has their own role in this protection, as I identified. The Par'sa represents balance. The Par'sa is a natural leader and a supreme judge. The Par'sa has many abilities to help him in his duties. These will become clear to you as your training progresses. But these tools are only the most minor part of what it means to be a Blademaster. Our task here is to teach you to use the most important power a Par'sa possesses, the power to correctly judge the souls of others. To gain this power, many things about you must be tested. First you must find the physical manifestation of a Blademaster's soul."

 

A planet appeared below them, and the two sank rapidly into its atmosphere. In moments they were on the ground. Dwight appeared quite frazzled from the speed at which they'd descended.

 

"Do not be fooled. The Spirits offer some protection you in this realm, it is outside of physical reality. But that doesn't mean you are beyond death. This isn't merely a dream land. You are physically present in a dimension outside of your own. You can still die here."

 

Behind them an oppressive mist cleared. A large mountain loomed, emerging from the fog. It appeared extremely steep, a sheer wall of rock in places. The mountain top was lost among the clouds.

 

"Begin ascending the mountain. Do not forget our words of warning. We will teach you more about the Blademasters and the Spirits as you climb."