Jedi Order -=Year 243=-
Jedi Order Temple => Other Star Wars stuff => Lore and Legend - Star Wars => : ChrisGrim October 06, 2007, 08:01 AM
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New stroy. Second part to "A Nightmare Realized". It's in the production stage so it will be a bit, but it'll give people who wish it time to read the other stories I posted, which are relevant to this one (which is why they call it a series, lol).
This is the final story of this series for a while, since the rest cannot be completed until Chris Grim becomes older. But, I'll be writing character growth stories in the mean time.
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Chapter 1
Standing in the entrance to the door is Chris’ worst nightmare. The one thing he’d hoped would not come for years, until he was older, ready to face it. Two men draped in dark robes covering old, worn down, black Jedi tunics engulf the entrance, blocking the only escape.
The eldest of the two’s face is old and pale, which only causes his graying blond hair to accentuate the grotesque black bags under his yellow eyes. Complete with a sickening grin smeared on his face oozing of arrogance and self-satisfaction. Chris immediately recognizes him, he knew from the moment he saw him it was Vroxil Brizit.
The other more familiar to Chris, the eyes of a young man full of pure hatred. Eyes he had not seen since he was on Naboo-- his long brown hair shaping the sides of his pale face, a face expressionless but still with its own arrogant aura. Mikeman Brizit.
’I see you are alive and well Megan,’ the arrogance on Vroxils face echoes through his voice. ‘When my son told me of this possibility I must say I was disappointed.’
’I’m glad to disappoint you, Vroxil,’ she replies. Chris is surprised to notice how calm she seems which calms him slightly as well. If his mother was holding back her emotions, he could to.
’Ah, I see the child is still doing well. I hear he is a Jedi already…impressive for someone his age.’
An odd feeling rushed through Chris. It surprises him. It feels almost--good, like he was hoping for this mans approval. It confuses him, the man he hates more then anyone else and he seems to want his acceptance? The feeling quickly disappears but its affect linger, leaving Chris’ mind unfocused.
’Christopher, move back.’ Megan puts her arm in front of Chris and pushes him back behind her.
’Christopher? I see you named him after your father.’
‘Why have you come back to this place after what you’ve done?’ she snaps. Chris is caught by surprise as the calm demeanor his mother once presented had fallen away as frustration bubbled to the surface.
The grin on the face of Vroxil morphs into an even more grotesque smile, his face beaming as colour begins to return to the cheeks of his otherwise pale face. He opens his mouth but hesitates for a minute, soaking in the moment he seems to have been waiting upon for a long time.
‘I’ve come to finally fulfill the prophecy.’
The words echo through the council chambers causing the room to fall silent. Chris stands in utter confusion having no idea what Vroxil is talking about. He glances at his mother, and he knows immediately that she does understand, and the words have scared her deeply.
’Prophecy?’ Chris finally speaks up, his voice noticeably dry and weak.
’The prophecy handed down to me by an oracle many years ago. The prophecy that caused me to do what I did here.’
’I—don’t understand…’
’I don’t expect you to, child. But, allow me to explain.’ The man pauses for a minute before raising his hand and thrusting it forward force pushing Chris and Megan backwards into chairs with an uncomfortable thud. ‘You might as well sit, this might be complicated.’
The two men make their way across the room, pulling chairs across it they sit mere feet from Chris and his mother. The urge to attack fills Chris, but he knows he has to stay still. Learning about the prophecy is all that’s important now.
The men sit never taking their eyes away from Chris or his mother. Mikeman slouches deep into his chair, while Vroxil hunches forward as he seemingly searches his mind for memories now 14 years old.
He hesitantly opens his mouth still searching for the right words to begin his tale, ‘It all started 14-years ago…’
Chapter 2
Lightning flashes through the sky as the thunder ripples through the night. The rain has not stopped since he had landed on the planet. The ground is muddy, his boots soaked, his socks double layered but still wet right through. How long has he been walking?
His first mission as a Jedi Councilor, and it had to be this one, on some far away planet, frozen to the core, while his wife was back at the academy with her master.
’Nexius! Why did you send me out here?’ he screams into the night.
His mind is racing between his wife, his son on Endor training to be a great Guardian, his life in the Order of the Force.
He stops walking and rubs his eyes for a moment. He has no proof Nexius is doing anything inappropriate with his wife, but he does not trust him. There is something going on, something she isn’t telling him.
He continues forward, where is his objective? He’s searching for a Dark Jedi base supposedly holding a very powerful Oracle who he must recover immediately.
Lightning flashes lighting up his face, his medium length blond hair blowing in the wind. He brushes the water off his chin, his black tunic soaked through, as is his robe. If he can’t find this place soon he might have to turn back, fail the mission. Not the way to finish his first mission as a Master on the Council.
It takes nearly an hour longer before finally he reaches the mouth of the cave where the Oracle is being held. He slows his breathing down and closes his eyes to focus. Between the sound of the rain and thunder it is hard to hear anything, but faintly out of the distance comes voices in the cave. There are people in there, Vroxil has found his objective.
He creeps into the mouth of the cave, the darkness overtaking his body as he becomes no more visible then the rock of the walls.
He inches forward in the darkness as the voices grow louder. He finds his way to an opening in the cave where he can see four men sitting around a campfire. He can easily distinguish the oracle, as he is the only one not holding a lightsaber.
He keeps to the sides of the cave, staying out of the light hoping not to be detected. He inches around the large circular opening as the Dark Jedi converse about their family, and hate for the Jedi.
He finds his way to the opposite side of the entrance and holds. He has made his way behind all the Dark Jedi, making them easy prey, but he can’t move. The Oracle is looking directly at him, he knows he’s there… If the Oracle says something he’s dead, but he isn’t ready to attack yet.
The Oracle stares directly into Vroxil’s eyes, burning a hole in him. He expects him to scream any moment, but suddenly he is surprised to see the Oracle smile and nod. Standing he walks away from the Dark Jedi.
They look at him, confused as to why he’d stood and walked away from the fire. Their confusion would not last long.
Vroxil ignites his blade and pushes himself off the wall lunging directly at the men. He beheads one before he can stand, one on the right stands and ignites his blade but Vroxil disables his blade and impales him through the chest. His body stays still before slumping to the ground. The last manages to try an attack but stumbles over the dead body of his friends and lands on a knee. He looks up at Vroxil, realizing the end is near. Vroxil poises himself and pulls his blade over his head. He grins slightly before slamming his blade towards the ground. His body collapses to the ground motionless.
’Ah, good… Thank you for coming Vroxil Brizit, I have been expecting you.’ The Oracle walks towards Vroxil smiling. The Oracles demeanor confuses Vroxil.
’You knew I was coming?’
’I am an Oracle, I know things… And that is why I am glad you have finally come. We have a lot to discuss…’
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Chapter 3
The Oracle circles Vroxil before pushing a body out of the way and sitting down facing the fire. Intrigued, Vroxil does the same but faces the Oracle, staring at him, wondering what he knew that was so important.
The Oracle raises his hands to the fire and rubs them together. He’s an old man, entering the winter of his life. His face pale, worn down, his voice groggy but strong. His hair long since turned Grey.
’What I will tell you, you may not like.’
’Just tell me, I want to know.’
’You, Vroxil Brizit, have to make a choice.’
’What choice?’
’The choice that will determine whether you live…or die.’
The words freeze Vroxil, what choice would he have to make? His mind is racing, but comes to a sudden stop when the Oracle begins to speak again.
’The Order of the Force has turned on you, they are now all against you… even your wife has turned against you.’
’You know of my wife?’
’Yes Vroxil, I know of your wife, and your son… And I regret to inform you that your suspicions are correct, she and the one you call Nexius are having an affair.’
Vroxil’s eyes water but his face remains expressionless. He had long believed she had been unfaithful to him. His suspicions now realized he felt no sadness, just anger and resentment.
’When you return to your academy you will be forced to make that choice…’
’What choice?’
’The Council plans to arrest you on suspicion of dark side abuse.’
’But… I have never…’
’It is obviously just a ploy to get you out of Nexius’ way so that he may do what he has long planed. He has grown attached to your wife, he wants to take your wife as his, and assume the role of Mikeman’s father.’
’Mikeman?’ Vroxil whispers under his breath, the thought of losing his son to Nexius was almost more then he could bear.
’Nexius has already planted the seeds; he has brought the rest of the Council evidence of your apparent misdeeds.’
’But…’
’I’m aware. He has falsified reports and bribed witnesses’
’Why?’
’Isn’t it obvious? Search your feelings. He’s fallen to the dark side and he fears you will become stronger then he and will lose his stranglehold on the Academy. And most important of all… he envies your life and wants it for himself.’
’What… What do I have to do?'
’You will have to decide whether to give in and take the punishment… Or destroy the Academy…’
’What? Why the whole academy? I don’t…’
’The Academy has fallen under his rule. They will be with him, on his side…’
’I don’t know…’
’Why do you think he sent you on this mission? A mission a Knight could do. Sending a Councilor is overkill. He wanted you out of the way so he could put his plan into action.’
’I…’
’He will destroy you! He is intent on taking your life away from you.’
Vroxil sits in stunned silence trying to make sense of the information he was receiving. Was it true? Was this Oracle right? Was Nexius a Dark Jedi? Will he return home to be wrongfully charged or even killed? He doesn’t know what to think, his mind flooded with information he can’t even begin to understand.
Suddenly it all clicked. He knew what he had to do. He would not let his life be wasted, Nexius would not take his life, would not be his downfall.
’You know what you have to do. You must give in to your anger Vroxil. It is the only way to defeat him, to defeat all of them.’
Vroxil drops his head and stares at the ground, his entire life flashing before him, every moment leading to the next, all of which leading to this. Images of Vroxil and his wife flashing through his mind, his blood begins to boil, the anger begins to run through him. His breathing becomes erratic, his body trembling. He looks back up at the man who has just thrown his world upside-down, sweat slowly falling down his face.
’Let’s go.’
Chapter 4
A large blue drape hangs from above a pair of large stone grey doors. The night sky rests on the drape reflecting the emblem imprinted on it. A Jedi symbol is etched in white, the wording underneath reads; ‘The Order of the Force’.
The drape doesn’t move in the calm night, acting as a portrayal of the temple it decorates. It’s a humid night at this temple, a neighboring village showing the distant memory of a sandstorm. The humidity is uncomfortable, feeling almost the same as if the sun were still raised in the sky but still the Jedi within the walls have managed to fall asleep.
Not everyone is asleep on this night. Vroxil stands alone outside of the temple; sitting on the top of many steps is leading into the enclave.
His head in his hands, his blond hair in between his fingers, he sits shaking on the steps, sobbing with his whole body. His blue eyes bloodshot from crying, the tears fall off his face hitting the ground like raindrops.
Slowly he begins to pull himself together and rises to his feet, the sobs turn into a fit of laughter almost instantly. He removes his saber from his belt and turns around facing the temple, his eyes fixated on the blue drape. The tears from his eyes seem to change from sadness to anger.
He mutters something under his breath and begins walking towards the stone doors, saber clenched in his hand. Pushing the doors open he walks down the Entrance Hall, the blue carpet under his feet leading his way towards the Main Hall.
Within minutes the Academy is in chaos, the bodies of the dead younglings litter the floor of the temple. Knights who tried to stand up to the rogue Jedi Master lay lifeless beside them.
Death engulfs the Academy, the screams begin to die down as the Academy becomes barren of life.
The temple slowly decays around Vroxil as he walks up and down corridors, the walls around him are buckling while the ground shaking violently.
He makes his way up the elevator shaft to the top floor and makes his way into the Council Chambers. There he finally meets eye to eye with the man he has come to hate more then anyone.
Nexius, surrounded by his fellow Councilors Site and Duleagle.
’Vroxil, what are you doing? Why are you killing innocent members of this Academy?’ Nexius speaks, his voice deep and authoritative as always.
’I’m not letting you get away with it, Nexius! I know your plan, I know what you wish to do, I will not allow it!’
’Vroxil, what are you talking about? What plan!?’
’Don’t! Don’t patronize me! I know, Nexius!’
The door elevator doors swing open and Vroxil swings around. As he turns he sees her walking off the elevator, a young woman, his wife, her long red hair flowing down her Jedi tunic.
’Vroxil! What’s going on?’
’You! I’ll deal with you yet.’
’Vroxil, I don’t understand. What’s going—‘
’Don’t you dare, Megan! I know what is going on! You’re in on it too.’
With haste Vroxil spins back around and charges at the Councilors who ignite their blades and prepare to fight. The Council doors shut and lock, Megan cannot get it to open. She struggles with the door as she hears the sounds of sabers clashing from beyond the door.
Suddenly everything goes silent. The doors open and a single figure stand in the doorway, his eyes cold, soulless, almost completely inhuman.
Megan looks into the Council Chambers and sees what’s left of the Council laying lifeless on the floor.
’Vroxil… Why?’
’You know why.’
’I… I don’t. What…’
’Goodbye, Megan.’
Vroxil raises his hand to Megan’s neck and begins choking her, lifting her off the ground he looks into her eyes. She struggles against him, but he throws her back. Her head connects with the wall with a sickening thud. She fights to stay conscious as Vroxil ignites his blade. With a single swipe of his blade a shriek echoes through the Academy before once again falling silent.
The silence is broken once more by laughter. But to Vroxil’s surprise, it isn’t his but the Oracles.
’You saw?’
’The whole wonderful thing.’
’Then it’s done?’
The oracle cracks a smile once again and looks at the battled and worn Vroxil. ‘No, it isn’t done.’ A saber ignites, the humming bounces off the walls of the now empty Academy. Vroxil looks at the Oracle who has just drawn a blade.
’I don’t understand,’ Vroxil says, his rage faded, his body trembling.
’You have done what I needed you to do. You have successfully destroyed the prophecy.’
’Prophecy?’
’You are a simple minded man. Everything I told you was a lie. The Order had never turned on you. Just the opposite.’
These words rip through Vroxil more then any saber could.
’The prophecy, the true prophecy read that a Jedi Master and his two sons would lead the Jedi to great victories. I believed that Jedi to be you...’
’Sons?’
'Yes, she was to have another son. She may have even been pregnant with him when you struck her down..’
’So you made me…’
’And now you will have no choice but to join us and complete your fall.’
’What…?’
’You don’t suppose the Jedi will allow this to go unpunished. You killed nearly 30 Jedi tonight; you are marked for death now.’
Suddenly everything fell together in Vroxil’s mind. All the lies, the tricks, everything he had done. He knew the Oracles words were true, his life as a Jedi was over. He had no choice but join the Dark Jedi’s or face punishment and the end of his life.
’We’ll need to get…’
’He’s on his way back now. I sent word of his mother’s death to Endor.’
’Then let’s go, and never look back on this place.’
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’And that’s what I did. For 14 years I forgot about the Order of the Force, Megan, and the prophecy. Then Mikeman told me about the possibility that she was alive and had indeed had a son…’
’You mean he’s…?’ Chris says looking at his mother, all the information racing around in his head.
’Yes, Christopher… He’s your biological father.’
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Chapter 5
The words flood Chris’ head like a dam had been shattered and water was flowing unstopped around his mind. How could it be that this man, the man he’d come to hate, the man he despised more then any other was in fact his father?
’So now you understand Christopher. You are no ‘Grim’, you are a Brizit. My son, my blood flows through you just like Mikeman.’
Chris begins trembling, a mixture of rage and fear filling his body.
’You feel it, the anger rising in you. Give into it.’
’No! Don’t listen to him Christopher,’ Megan screams.
’You will join me, as the prophecy stated. We will have many victories,’
Megan’s head swings to face Vroxil, ‘he won’t join you!’ she says with a venomous hiss. Vroxil begins to cackle; he’s amused with his former wife.
’What makes you think that? I did.’
’He’s nothing like you!’
’Please, women. He has the same arrogance, the same physical abilities, he is exactly like me.’
Was it true? Is he like this man? Is he likely to fall as his supposed father did long before him?
’He will one day be run off by the Jedi. They don’t understand people like him. They don’t like the arrogance, the attitude, they will all turn on him too.’
’You’re wrong. He’s a good child!’
’Ha!’ A new voice echoes the Council Chamber. Mikeman, who’d been sitting quietly finally makes his presence known, ‘He’s killed people, he’s been insubordinate… he’s far from good.’
’Chris, join Mikeman and I. It is destiny.’
Chris’ eyes shift towards Vroxil, his face falls expressionless, and his eyes emotionless. He stares at Vroxil, thoughts bounding through his head. He blinks slowly before speaking, ‘there is no destiny. We make our own destiny.’
’Child, you are too young to realize that everything happens as it’s supposed to.’
’Then if destiny is a reality, then the prophecy is faulty.’
’The prophecy…’
’Said that we would win many battles for the Jedi. You do not serve the Jedi. The prophecy is wrong.’
’No. The prophecy is real and…’
’It is either destiny that you broke the prophecy, or the prophecy was wrong and you’re simply bending it to your own will.’
Vroxil’s concentration begins to waiver, Chris’ words rattling his once cemented beliefs. He had no expected this child to be so cerebral, to attack the prophecy he’d long believed.
With a sudden jerk Vroxil ignites his saber and grabs Megan pulling her towards him, kicking his chair backwards, and puts the blade to her throat. Chris begins to stand but stops immediately at the sound of Vroxil’s voice.
’If you will not join me willingly, I will force you to do it. Maybe if I kill your mother you’ll see it from my perspective. Join me, join the dark side and she will be saved.’
Chapter 6
What was he going to do? This was his mother after all… He can’t let her die, can he? Can he fight? He barely could keep away from Mikeman, surely Vroxil would destroy him. What could he do? Is joining him truly the only option?
Chris stands up, looking at his mother in the eyes, not knowing what he should do. His mother’s eyes begging him not to make a rash move, but what were his options?
Vroxil and Mikeman walk back as Chris stands, dragging his mother by the hair, blade closing in on her throat. He pulls his saber from his belt and glares at Vroxil, the anger bubbling inside of him.
’You wish to fight us? Surely you cannot think you can defeat me…’ Vroxil’s words Chris knew were truthful, but he didn’t know what else to do.
’He uses a rather simplistic version of Ataru, father. Fast, agile…’
’But as a child he is nowhere near powerful enough to think he has any hope against a Master of Vaapad in you, or a Master of Shein and Djem-So in me.’
Chris knew enough of the saber styles to know that Vroxil was right. His saber style, though improved since fighting Mikeman was still no match. His speed was not a match to either of theirs.
’Give up Chris, or she will die. I have tried to kill her once, I will do it again.’
The wind seemed to escape Chris’ lungs. He couldn’t run, he couldn’t fight, he had nothing to say that would help. Chris looks at his mother helplessly. She stares back at him before mouthing to him her final words, ‘I love you, my son.’
With a flash she pulls from Vroxils grip and ignites her own blade, but before she could make a movement Mikeman had swept around to her blind side and disabled her. Knocking her to the ground in front of Vroxil’s feet, she looks up at the man she used to love.
’Goodbye, Megan.’
With one devastating blow Vroxil pushes the saber into Megans chest. Her body goes limp before collapsing to the ground motionless. It all happens so slowly to Chris. He cannot believe his eyes, as if he was watching a nightmare in slow motion the room went quiet and cold.
His eyes fixated on the corpse that lay in front of him, his mother, murdered in cold blood… The anger boils over and Chris cannot control himself. His body begins to tremble, the emotions taking over. His breathing begins to get deeper as his grip on his blade tightens to the point that his hand begins to bleed.
’You!’
’You will not stand in my way Christopher. Join us, or suffer the same fate as her,’ Vroxil says pushing Megan’s body with his foot. The complete lack of respect for his mother’s body sets Chris off. He charges towards Vroxil, saber ignited, the tears falling off his face.
’I will end you!’
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Chapter 7
Chris flies across the chambers faster then he could have ever imagined but with a sudden thud his progress is halted and he is sent to the ground sliding backwards back into the wall. Mikeman had intercepted him feet from Vroxil.
’You do not dare attack father you scum! If you wish to fight someone it will be me.’
’Then whoever will I fight?’ A voice booms through the chambers. Vroxil and Mikeman tern around to the spot Master Menelaos had been laying to find he was gone. They turn back to Chris to find Menelaos knelt beside him as he struggles to his feet.
’I believe this is a family matter, you weren’t invited,’ Vroxil says with a mocking grin.
’I see where Chris gets his sarcasm.’
’And now you know where he got his weakness.’
’Same place, I figure.’
Vroxil looks shockingly at Menelaos for a moment before breaking into laughter. ‘Funny old man, and I suppose you’ll be wanting to fight me?’
Menelaos looks to Chris who has made his way to his feet, ‘I don’t look that old do I?’
’Is this really the time?’
’You’re worried about these two?’
Chris doesn’t reply immediately, instead he glares into the eyes of his brother, like looking into his own eyes, ‘terrified.’
’Humility, Chris? Might be hope for you after all.’
’Enough with the pleasantries, ff you will not join us Christopher, and take your place as a Brizit, you will die as a nobody.’
Chris ignites his blade, his eyes unwavering.
’I…Am…A…GRIM!’
Chris charges once again across the floor towards Mikeman, Mikeman ignites his blade and gets into a stance, Chris bunny hops, faking a leap before sliding under Mikeman’s legs coming up behind him. Before making a swing Mikeman back flips over Chris. Chris turns with a quick swing, before diving away narrowly avoiding being beheaded.
Within moments Chris is on the run, bounding off walls trying to avoid saber strikes. Nothing had changed since Naboo it seems. Chris hears saber clashes echo the chambers and knows Master Menelaos and Vroxil have begun their battle. He can hear Vroxil talking, insults, nothing more then he’d expected.
Chris had focused on Vroxil’s voice so long he hadn’t noticed Mikeman changing his path to get in front of him. Chris pushes off the wall, again narrowly escaping his demise. He roles along the floor and to his feet. Bounding up he sees Mikeman diving in a forward slash resembling a Vaapad power strike (RDFA), Chris quickly back flips’, separating his legs as the saber passes between them and impacts the floor, as he lands safely a few feet back.
Chris’ legs begin to give, tire out. He cannot keep up his fighting style for long. He has not gained the physical ability and stamina to correctly perform Ataru.
’Chris!’ Menelaos’ voice calls to him. ‘Use another style. Shii-Cho!’
’But it’s too weak, I’d be obliterated!’
’Do you Padawan’s learn anything?! Woah!’ Menelaos ducks quickly, his head nearly becoming detached from his shoulders. ‘Basic or not, it’ll take less energy out of you and if used right can beat your opponent.’
With nothing to lose Chris changes his stance and prepares for Mikeman again. As expected he wastes little time in attacking Chris. Their sabers clash, Mikeman’s strength becomes evident as it nearly sends Chris off balance.
Their sabers go back and forth, Chris’ legs not working as fast as he’d like, the fatigue setting in, the continuous wall running doing its damage.
Chris’ agility is just good enough to avoid many close calls, his body fading, his rage all but gone; he begins to make mistakes that almost cost him his life.
Mikeman notices the edge and goes on one last full-out onslaught. His swipes getting harder and faster, Chris’ defense begins to crumble, his saber barely able to deflect the attacks. Mikeman knocks Chris’ saber out of his hands and grabs him by his throat.
’So, this is the end…?’ Chris thinks staring at Mikeman’s eyes.
Mikeman raises his blade to the sky, but as he does a scream of pain echoes the chambers. Mikeman swings his head around to see his father has been disabled laying on the ground holding his arm injured. He drops Chris and charges and Master Menelaos. Chris collapses to the ground, unable to stand any longer.
All Chris can do is listen to the short saber battle going on before it ends abruptly. Chris pulls himself up to look at what has happened. Mikeman and Vroxil are gone, only a cloud of dust is left.
’Smoke bomb.’ Chris tries to pull himself up to his feet but quickly collapses. ‘Don’t get up, take your time. We have it.’
’What happened?’
’I saw you were going to lose, so I put a flash bomb in Vroxil’s tunic. He’ll be severely burned, but fine, unfortunately. Then Mikeman used a smoke bomb to escape.’
’This is the second time he has beaten me…’
’Beaten? You aren’t dead. And coming out of any fight against those two alive is a victory in itself.’
The words don’t do much to relieve Chris’ disappointment. Nothing has changed. He is still a child, and Mikeman is still far better.
’It’s time you step up your training.’
’What do you mean?’
’If you don’t improve as quickly as I’d like, I’ll be taking over your training, and we will be focusing on teaching you the basics… You will learn, you will learn it correctly, and next time you will not lose to Mikeman or Vroxil. Now, stand up. We have to leave.’
Chapter 8
”It’s been 4-years since the battle against my father and brother. A lot has changed.
As promised, Master Menelaos has taken over my training. And as promised, we are focusing on the basics of Shii-Cho. I’d hoped him to be joking about going back to the basics, but alas, he was not.
I’ve since died my hair, to make it harder for Mikeman and Vroxil to recognize me. I’m no longer a red-head, for the moment (this is for when I do find an acceptable skin to use).
Also, I have had my time away from the academy limited and heavily monitored. In short, I am under house arrest until I’m ready to take on Mikeman and Vroxil.
My mother was buried at the JO Academy, as I requested. I knew she is now one with the force, but losing her has been a big blow.
I miss my mother, every day I sit at her grave and remember her. She is my driving force. My reason for following the Jedi path. It’s what she would have wanted.
I don’t know what to expect in the future… I miss Ahna… I wish she were here to talk to…”