Sons, the event proves that your fathers were brave men; for we might have lived dishonourably, but have preferred to die honourably rather than bring you and your children into disgrace, and rather than dishonour our own fathers and forefathers.
There was once a very peaceful and beautiful world in the deep reaches and emptiness of space. This world was prosperous, and it was renowned for it's simplicity, as well as it's friendly people and culture.
This world soon fell, as all must do at some point, and became a wasteland. Two different tribes rose up out of these ashes and began a civil war that stretched painfully over the ages, until none could remember what travesty one side had committed against the other.
These two sides fought and fought, with no hope of seeing the end. No rebirth, no revival, and no renaissance. It had now become a broken, and dead world. The former prosperous inhabitants now roamed the landscape, scraping a living together and fighting constantly.
The world of Amarin needed hope again.
And there were few in the galaxy who cared, or wanted to bring it.
Herzgova Spaceport - Amarin
"Krevas Flyer, this is Herzgova control, you are cleared for landing in hangar bay thirty-six. Refueling droids are standing by."
"Acknowledged, Herzgova. Thanks for the help."
"Not a problem. Just hurry up and get out of here, there isn't much to see or do here, and off worlders aren't welcomed very often."
Jedi Master Vodo Baas stretched out with the Force, trying to get a feel for the spaceport, and recoiled as he felt the waves of hostility come off of it.
It was almost like smoke.
The entire world seemed to seethe with unrest, as if wars far across the land were tearing it asunder.
But Vodo was only here for the fuel, and he fully intended to leave as soon as he had archived this.
He wasn't quite sure where he was even headed. He had just left Naboo in a spurt of anger, tearing down the doors of Jedi Temple after Dolash announced the Jedi Order's dissolution, and shoving Leia Organa out of his way as he left. He had the feeling he had burned many bridges behind him, but he hardly cared. He was now convinced this Galaxy had left the Jedi behind, and the order would never again reform, let alone attain relevancy.
So he had found himself without a heading. He had no past worth remembering, and he certainly had no future to look forward to.
Perhaps he was looking for a suitable place to die?
Even he did not know. He had already spent many hours deep in contemplation, wondering what would become his fate, and who would be the harbinger of said fate.
But did it really matter anymore? He had spent his life training to become a monk. And now that the order was gone, he suddenly had no purpose, and he certainly had no hope of achieving one. So what was left?
Nothing...
He landed easily enough. His small, agile, heavily modified Aethersprite II fighter settled nimbly to the deck of the holding/docking bay on Amarin. Vodo sat there for a long time, waiting and sensing with the Force for any movement, after a while, and him feeling none, he carefully opened the canopy of the fighter and climbed out.
Almost instantly, a pit formed deep in his stomach, and the Force warned him of some impending doom.
He ducked reflexively as a blaster bolt sizzled above his head.
Not here five minutes and already being shot at!
But the blaster bolt had not been directed at him. Instead, it glanced off the wing of the Aethersprite and went off and slammed into the adobe walls of the bay. He instantly had his lightsaber out, but unignited as he looked up and saw two figures locked in some sort of mortal battle. Blaster, and slug bolts were flying everwhere, but again the target was not the Jedi Master.
After a moment, the short, and unusual battle ended as abruptly as it began. One of the combatants fell from the docking bay wall where he was standing and hit the ground with a thud. The other leaped down after him, and stood over the fallen man.
Vodo began to step forward, but he stopped short as the unhurt man pointed his blaster pistol directly at the forhead of the fallen man.
And without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
The fallen man died instantly, and Vodo felt the life go out of him through the Force as sure as night went to day. His blood ran cold, and his grip on his lightsaber loosened a little. His three-clawed hand felt clammy, and he could do nothing but stand there in shock at the utter brutality of the action.
He distantly wondered why he had let this happen. And wondered if he could have prevented it if he had expected it.
- Plato
There was once a very peaceful and beautiful world in the deep reaches and emptiness of space. This world was prosperous, and it was renowned for it's simplicity, as well as it's friendly people and culture.
This world soon fell, as all must do at some point, and became a wasteland. Two different tribes rose up out of these ashes and began a civil war that stretched painfully over the ages, until none could remember what travesty one side had committed against the other.
These two sides fought and fought, with no hope of seeing the end. No rebirth, no revival, and no renaissance. It had now become a broken, and dead world. The former prosperous inhabitants now roamed the landscape, scraping a living together and fighting constantly.
The world of Amarin needed hope again.
And there were few in the galaxy who cared, or wanted to bring it.
Herzgova Spaceport - Amarin
"Krevas Flyer, this is Herzgova control, you are cleared for landing in hangar bay thirty-six. Refueling droids are standing by."
"Acknowledged, Herzgova. Thanks for the help."
"Not a problem. Just hurry up and get out of here, there isn't much to see or do here, and off worlders aren't welcomed very often."
Jedi Master Vodo Baas stretched out with the Force, trying to get a feel for the spaceport, and recoiled as he felt the waves of hostility come off of it.
It was almost like smoke.
The entire world seemed to seethe with unrest, as if wars far across the land were tearing it asunder.
But Vodo was only here for the fuel, and he fully intended to leave as soon as he had archived this.
He wasn't quite sure where he was even headed. He had just left Naboo in a spurt of anger, tearing down the doors of Jedi Temple after Dolash announced the Jedi Order's dissolution, and shoving Leia Organa out of his way as he left. He had the feeling he had burned many bridges behind him, but he hardly cared. He was now convinced this Galaxy had left the Jedi behind, and the order would never again reform, let alone attain relevancy.
So he had found himself without a heading. He had no past worth remembering, and he certainly had no future to look forward to.
Perhaps he was looking for a suitable place to die?
Even he did not know. He had already spent many hours deep in contemplation, wondering what would become his fate, and who would be the harbinger of said fate.
But did it really matter anymore? He had spent his life training to become a monk. And now that the order was gone, he suddenly had no purpose, and he certainly had no hope of achieving one. So what was left?
Nothing...
He landed easily enough. His small, agile, heavily modified Aethersprite II fighter settled nimbly to the deck of the holding/docking bay on Amarin. Vodo sat there for a long time, waiting and sensing with the Force for any movement, after a while, and him feeling none, he carefully opened the canopy of the fighter and climbed out.
Almost instantly, a pit formed deep in his stomach, and the Force warned him of some impending doom.
He ducked reflexively as a blaster bolt sizzled above his head.
Not here five minutes and already being shot at!
But the blaster bolt had not been directed at him. Instead, it glanced off the wing of the Aethersprite and went off and slammed into the adobe walls of the bay. He instantly had his lightsaber out, but unignited as he looked up and saw two figures locked in some sort of mortal battle. Blaster, and slug bolts were flying everwhere, but again the target was not the Jedi Master.
After a moment, the short, and unusual battle ended as abruptly as it began. One of the combatants fell from the docking bay wall where he was standing and hit the ground with a thud. The other leaped down after him, and stood over the fallen man.
Vodo began to step forward, but he stopped short as the unhurt man pointed his blaster pistol directly at the forhead of the fallen man.
And without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
The fallen man died instantly, and Vodo felt the life go out of him through the Force as sure as night went to day. His blood ran cold, and his grip on his lightsaber loosened a little. His three-clawed hand felt clammy, and he could do nothing but stand there in shock at the utter brutality of the action.
He distantly wondered why he had let this happen. And wondered if he could have prevented it if he had expected it.