NB: Set after Kyle's departure from Coruscant, but before his Jedi training begins. This thread spans the years between just before the Empire's takeover of Coruscant and the present. Anyone is welcome to participate in the short or long term. Simply write yourself in.
Space. Somewhere.
Almost as soon as the ship had taken off from Coruscant the pilot had smiled and told him they were not bound for Naboo. He had business to attend to along the way, he said.
It took all the resolve Kyle had not to whip out his blaster pistol, still warm from the murder of the Senators, and kill the pilot there and then. But he accepted this twist of fate; he had done enough killing for one day. If he was lucky, Kyle would never have to do it again.
If.
Oddly enough, the murders did not rest heavy in his mind. Kyle Cannex had been raised on Coruscant, taught that violence was not a means to an end, nor was it justified by vauge notions of honour. The murder of the Republic Senators had certainly gone against his teachings, but in spite of this he felt justified in what he had done.
The Senators, in his mind, had to die. It was as simple as that. They had taken his father and his mother from him; hard working, dedicated people who loved the Republic and everything it stood for (non-violence especcially). And the Republic turned them a cold shoulder, and watched as they were murdered.
The official, state investigation had turned up nothing. Edward and Lesley Cannex were dead, Kyle presumed lost in the crash (although, clearly, no body was ever recovered). The officials who had overseen the investigation were in the pocket of the same Senators who had ordered the killing.
The murder of those Senators had no doubt put the fear of God into those men. They would no doubt live the rest of their lives in fear of the killer who had so easily slipped by palace security and murdered three Senators where they stood.
How Kyle had made it into the palace, armed as he was with a blaster pistol that even a lisenced guard would not be caught dead with inside the building, was still a mystery, even to the young man. He had talked his way past the guards, a skill he had found quite useful on a number of occassions.
But how, really, had he talked a weapon past a crack security detail? The answers still eluded him, and he wondered vaugly if the Jedi on Naboo would have any answers.
It was not long after the death of his parents that he had received, through secret routes still unknown to him, a message to be sent "in case of the death of Edward and Lesley Cannex". It had been recorded years before, in private, and told Kyle simply to travel to Naboo and seek out the Jedi Knights.
Why, he had no idea.
And so the ship, a small and unassuming transport craft that looked as if it had had one to many close calls with an Imperial Star Destroyer, now sped through hyperspace. Bound not for Naboo, as he had hoped, but for some God-forsaken planet who knows where.
Kyle felt like strangeling the old man. He had paid, after some insistance, a great sum of money up front for the man to take him to Naboo. And now they were taking the scenic route!
But Kyle knew only that his father wanted him to travel to Naboo, and only then if he were dead. Given the lack of answers to his many questions, Kyle found he didn't mind being led God knows where in the galaxy. Really, he had nothing better to be doing.
Space unfurled around them as the ship reverted to realspace. As the pinpoints of light materialized, Kyle realized that he had the whole galaxy to explore.
For a kid who had rarely been away from Imperial Centre, that was quite a prospect.
Space. Somewhere.
Almost as soon as the ship had taken off from Coruscant the pilot had smiled and told him they were not bound for Naboo. He had business to attend to along the way, he said.
It took all the resolve Kyle had not to whip out his blaster pistol, still warm from the murder of the Senators, and kill the pilot there and then. But he accepted this twist of fate; he had done enough killing for one day. If he was lucky, Kyle would never have to do it again.
If.
Oddly enough, the murders did not rest heavy in his mind. Kyle Cannex had been raised on Coruscant, taught that violence was not a means to an end, nor was it justified by vauge notions of honour. The murder of the Republic Senators had certainly gone against his teachings, but in spite of this he felt justified in what he had done.
The Senators, in his mind, had to die. It was as simple as that. They had taken his father and his mother from him; hard working, dedicated people who loved the Republic and everything it stood for (non-violence especcially). And the Republic turned them a cold shoulder, and watched as they were murdered.
The official, state investigation had turned up nothing. Edward and Lesley Cannex were dead, Kyle presumed lost in the crash (although, clearly, no body was ever recovered). The officials who had overseen the investigation were in the pocket of the same Senators who had ordered the killing.
The murder of those Senators had no doubt put the fear of God into those men. They would no doubt live the rest of their lives in fear of the killer who had so easily slipped by palace security and murdered three Senators where they stood.
How Kyle had made it into the palace, armed as he was with a blaster pistol that even a lisenced guard would not be caught dead with inside the building, was still a mystery, even to the young man. He had talked his way past the guards, a skill he had found quite useful on a number of occassions.
But how, really, had he talked a weapon past a crack security detail? The answers still eluded him, and he wondered vaugly if the Jedi on Naboo would have any answers.
It was not long after the death of his parents that he had received, through secret routes still unknown to him, a message to be sent "in case of the death of Edward and Lesley Cannex". It had been recorded years before, in private, and told Kyle simply to travel to Naboo and seek out the Jedi Knights.
Why, he had no idea.
And so the ship, a small and unassuming transport craft that looked as if it had had one to many close calls with an Imperial Star Destroyer, now sped through hyperspace. Bound not for Naboo, as he had hoped, but for some God-forsaken planet who knows where.
Kyle felt like strangeling the old man. He had paid, after some insistance, a great sum of money up front for the man to take him to Naboo. And now they were taking the scenic route!
But Kyle knew only that his father wanted him to travel to Naboo, and only then if he were dead. Given the lack of answers to his many questions, Kyle found he didn't mind being led God knows where in the galaxy. Really, he had nothing better to be doing.
Space unfurled around them as the ship reverted to realspace. As the pinpoints of light materialized, Kyle realized that he had the whole galaxy to explore.
For a kid who had rarely been away from Imperial Centre, that was quite a prospect.