Post by Corstar on Aug 24, 2007 21:21:17 GMT -5
[I'm just using this to post a shortstory I felt like coming up with.]
Some Form Of Reckoning
[40 years before the Formation of the Empire]
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Stupid.
Stupid stupid stupid.
A flash lights my eyes and I look away, allowing my eyes to adjust. I feel my feet lift off the ground yet again. I know I'm in trouble.
Seems to be a Jedi's middle name.
My back pops in several places as I hit a solid object. I grit my teeth and end up biting the inside of my lip. My concentration is battered down. I've been battered down.
But not beaten.
I stand up, supporting myself against the wall with one hand. I raise my hand to call my lightsaber to my own aid. The lightsaber hilt twitches before spinning away. A grim smile crosses my face as I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, drawing away the blood.
Another Force push slams me into the wall. Things begin to dim. I see a face. A bearded man. A distinct scar...
Darkness.
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[several years earlier]
As a knight, I should probably know better. Or so the council told me. In my own defense, they had shot first.
Of course no one would believe me. It always seemed to be my fault. Something about being Corellian and being hot headed.
"Eitan!"
My master made an attempt at talking to the bounty hunters. It's not our fault that the weequay took offense when we refused to disarm ourselves.
"EITAN!"
Roused from my thoughts, I looked up at the approaching Jedi Knight. I remember him vaguely. An old classmate. Holechek. Daniel Holechek.
I stand up from the bench and move to greet the younger man.
"Danny, it's been awhile."
"Oh come on Miran. You know I prefer Daniel."
"Sorry."
"I heard about the incident on Nar Shadda."
I cursed inwardly. It seemed like every member of the Order was coming down upon me. Either with grace or wrath. Neither were very forgiving in a more physical sense.
"Look. Before you ask, yes. I killed a bounty hunter. No, I didn't attack first. And I really don't want to talk about it. Due to the graphic experience, I would rather not recount it. I don't want my nightmares coming back."
My dry tone is worse than the deserts of Tatooine, but Dan doesn't seem to notice. The Jedi was somewhat more of a naive fellow than most.
"Alright alright. I'll leave you alone."
"Thank you."
"Did you take anything?"
I paused in midstep, turning to face the Jedi Knight.
"What?"
"Did you take anything? Like a gun or something to signi..."
I was already halfway down the hall shaking my head. As a Corellian Jedi, I had enough problems from the Council. My brethren were known for being lonerwolves. Often hotheaded and rarely leaving the home system. I hated being stereotyped, but somehow I had managed to fit the description, even while trying my hardest to resist.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned, ready to take a verbal bite out of Dan. I held my tongue as Master Dennis Quinlan stood only but a few feet away.
"I can feel your anger." The older man said with a bit of a smile as he walked alongside me.
"It's more of...discontent."
"Be careful. Hate, anger, dark side. Etcetera etcetera etcetera." The Master's smile caught on. I shook my head and clasped my hands behind my back.
"Sorry Master."
"You're a Jedi Knight now Miran. I'm only your teacher. The days of being a padawan are long past."
"Thank the Force."
"However." He stopped and looked directly into my eyes. "That doesn't give you reign to speak to other Jedi with disrespect. We're already in enough bad light. We can't afford much more critique."
I rolled my eyes, nodding my head. "Yes Master Quinlan."
I grumbled a few moments later, rubbing the back of my head. Some people really had no sense of humor.
Some Form Of Reckoning
[40 years before the Formation of the Empire]
-----
Stupid.
Stupid stupid stupid.
A flash lights my eyes and I look away, allowing my eyes to adjust. I feel my feet lift off the ground yet again. I know I'm in trouble.
Seems to be a Jedi's middle name.
My back pops in several places as I hit a solid object. I grit my teeth and end up biting the inside of my lip. My concentration is battered down. I've been battered down.
But not beaten.
I stand up, supporting myself against the wall with one hand. I raise my hand to call my lightsaber to my own aid. The lightsaber hilt twitches before spinning away. A grim smile crosses my face as I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, drawing away the blood.
Another Force push slams me into the wall. Things begin to dim. I see a face. A bearded man. A distinct scar...
Darkness.
-----
[several years earlier]
As a knight, I should probably know better. Or so the council told me. In my own defense, they had shot first.
Of course no one would believe me. It always seemed to be my fault. Something about being Corellian and being hot headed.
"Eitan!"
My master made an attempt at talking to the bounty hunters. It's not our fault that the weequay took offense when we refused to disarm ourselves.
"EITAN!"
Roused from my thoughts, I looked up at the approaching Jedi Knight. I remember him vaguely. An old classmate. Holechek. Daniel Holechek.
I stand up from the bench and move to greet the younger man.
"Danny, it's been awhile."
"Oh come on Miran. You know I prefer Daniel."
"Sorry."
"I heard about the incident on Nar Shadda."
I cursed inwardly. It seemed like every member of the Order was coming down upon me. Either with grace or wrath. Neither were very forgiving in a more physical sense.
"Look. Before you ask, yes. I killed a bounty hunter. No, I didn't attack first. And I really don't want to talk about it. Due to the graphic experience, I would rather not recount it. I don't want my nightmares coming back."
My dry tone is worse than the deserts of Tatooine, but Dan doesn't seem to notice. The Jedi was somewhat more of a naive fellow than most.
"Alright alright. I'll leave you alone."
"Thank you."
"Did you take anything?"
I paused in midstep, turning to face the Jedi Knight.
"What?"
"Did you take anything? Like a gun or something to signi..."
I was already halfway down the hall shaking my head. As a Corellian Jedi, I had enough problems from the Council. My brethren were known for being lonerwolves. Often hotheaded and rarely leaving the home system. I hated being stereotyped, but somehow I had managed to fit the description, even while trying my hardest to resist.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned, ready to take a verbal bite out of Dan. I held my tongue as Master Dennis Quinlan stood only but a few feet away.
"I can feel your anger." The older man said with a bit of a smile as he walked alongside me.
"It's more of...discontent."
"Be careful. Hate, anger, dark side. Etcetera etcetera etcetera." The Master's smile caught on. I shook my head and clasped my hands behind my back.
"Sorry Master."
"You're a Jedi Knight now Miran. I'm only your teacher. The days of being a padawan are long past."
"Thank the Force."
"However." He stopped and looked directly into my eyes. "That doesn't give you reign to speak to other Jedi with disrespect. We're already in enough bad light. We can't afford much more critique."
I rolled my eyes, nodding my head. "Yes Master Quinlan."
I grumbled a few moments later, rubbing the back of my head. Some people really had no sense of humor.