It was a cold day on Correlia. Luckily, I was in a small cantina, called The Tridana. I had used to come here with my friends, when I was a Jedi. I even came a few times as a Sith. But those times were passed. I sat down on a seat at the bar, ordering a glass of blue milk. Over the bar, there was a picture of my old friend, Trikele. She had passed on a few years ago, severing my last connection with the Jedi and the Sith, and essentially making the final push to become a recluse. I asked the new bartender, Arin Arcach, to get me a glass of blue milk. I had recently dropped the protein shakes, my body adapting to survive off of animal food. As I waited, something in the corner of the bar caught my eye. In the corner of the bar, talking in whispered, hushed tones, were two men. One of them was a Mon Calamari that i was... well, acquaintances with, named Maku. He was a rather unscrupulous bounty hunter, not working for any one guild. However, what made me pull my cloak closer was the human. It was a jedi, I believed, for she had a lightsaber clipped to her belt. She seemed to be making a deal with this Maku, giving him a driver card and a pile of credits. I walked over, to hear better.
It was a cold day on Correlia. Luckily, I was in a small cantina, called The Tridana. I had used to come here with my friends, when I was a Jedi. I even came a few times as a Sith. But those times were passed. I sat down on a seat at the bar, ordering a glass of blue milk. Over the bar, there was a picture of my old friend, Trikele. She had passed on a few years ago, severing my last connection with the Jedi and the Sith, and essentially making the final push to become a recluse. I asked the new bartender, Arin Arcach, to get me a glass of blue milk. I had recently dropped the protein shakes, my body adapting to survive off of animal food. As I waited, something in the corner of the bar caught my eye. In the corner of the bar, talking in whispered, hushed tones, were two men. One of them was a Mon Calamari that i was... well, acquaintances with, named Maku. He was a rather unscrupulous bounty hunter, not working for any one guild. However, what made me pull my cloak closer was the human. It was a jedi, I believed, for she had a lightsaber clipped to her belt. She seemed to be making a deal with this Maku, giving him a driver card and a pile of credits. I walked over, to hear better.
It was a cold day on Correlia. Luckily, I was in a small cantina, called The Tridana. I had used to come here with my friends, when I was a Jedi. I even came a few times as a Sith. But those times were passed. I sat down on a seat at the bar, ordering a glass of blue milk. Over the bar, there was a picture of my old friend, Trikele. She had passed on a few years ago, severing my last connection with the Jedi and the Sith, and essentially making the final push to become a recluse. I asked the new bartender, Arin Arcach, to get me a glass of blue milk. I had recently dropped the protein shakes, my body adapting to survive off of animal food. As I waited, something in the corner of the bar caught my eye. In the corner of the bar, talking in whispered, hushed tones, were two men. One of them was a Mon Calamari that i was... well, acquaintances with, named Maku. He was a rather unscrupulous bounty hunter, not working for any one guild. However, what made me pull my cloak closer was the human. It was a jedi, I believed, for she had a lightsaber clipped to her belt. She seemed to be making a deal with this Maku, giving him a driver card and a pile of credits. I walked over, to hear better.
As I neared the bar, I noticed a few physical features about the Jedi. She looked about 21 years old, with bright, youthful eyes, in a dark shade of green. Her long brown hair was tied up into several long braids, going down the side of her back. She wore a simple black cloak, with dark brown robes, and her lightsaber clipped to her utility belt. As I got closer, I overheard their conversation. The Jedi said to Maku, "So. To close the deal, once you have sabotaged the New Republic's fleet on Corellia, you will be paid 500'000 credits, will get the ship that goes with that card, and never have to worry about the authorities again. Deal?" Maku replied, "It's a deal. Good doing business with you.” The Jedi got up, set a few credits on the table to pay for her Blue-Milk Sunday, and left the building. I watched her through the window until she climbed into her purple starfighter, and left. Then, I sat down in the booth with Maku. Maku looked at me, surprise in his eyes, and then got up to leave. I pulled out my DH-17 Blaster Pistol, and leveled it with his head. I said, “Oh, please, Maku. Sit down. Let’s... have a talk.” He sat back down, eyeing my blaster. I saw his hand go to his holster, and I aimed my blaster at his hand. “Don’t even think about it.” He brought his hand back up to the table. Maku said, “Listen, Mandrake. I don’t want any trouble. We both have been in a situation like this before. I’m just trying to make a living.” I sneered. “Listen, Old Man. I don’t care about your living. To tell the truth, I don’t really care about you. But that Jedi. What was her name?” He began stuttering about customer privacy, and his confidentiality agreements. “Who is she!” I yelled. He stopped abruptly, and said, “I don’t know that much about her! All she said was that her name was Margaret Fireborn!” My faced blanched with horror. I whispered to myself, “Maggie.” Then, I ran out of the cantina, to my ship, The New Dawn.
As I neared the bar, I noticed a few physical features about the Jedi. She looked about 21 years old, with bright, youthful eyes, in a dark shade of green. Her long brown hair was tied up into several long braids, going down the side of her back. She wore a simple black cloak, with dark brown robes, and her lightsaber clipped to her utility belt. As I got closer, I overheard their conversation. The Jedi said to Maku, "So. To close the deal, once you have sabotaged the New Republic's fleet on Corellia, you will be paid 500'000 credits, will get the ship that goes with that card, and never have to worry about the authorities again. Deal?" Maku replied, "It's a deal. Good doing business with you.” The Jedi got up, set a few credits on the table to pay for her Blue-Milk Sunday, and left the building. I watched her through the window until she climbed into her purple starfighter, and left. Then, I sat down in the booth with Maku. Maku looked at me, surprise in his eyes, and then got up to leave. I pulled out my DH-17 Blaster Pistol, and leveled it with his head. I said, “Oh, please, Maku. Sit down. Let’s... have a talk.” He sat back down, eyeing my blaster. I saw his hand go to his holster, and I aimed my blaster at his hand. “Don’t even think about it.” He brought his hand back up to the table. Maku said, “Listen, Mandrake. I don’t want any trouble. We both have been in a situation like this before. I’m just trying to make a living.” I sneered. “Listen, Old Man. I don’t care about your living. To tell the truth, I don’t really care about you. But that Jedi. What was her name?” He began stuttering about customer privacy, and his confidentiality agreements. “Who is she!” I yelled. He stopped abruptly, and said, “I don’t know that much about her! All she said was that her name was Margaret Fireborn!” My faced blanched with horror. I whispered to myself, “Maggie.” Then, I ran out of the cantina, to my ship, The New Dawn.
Post by Darth Venomir on Jul 10, 2017 12:11:24 GMT
I flew up a few miles, just outside Corellia’s atmosphere. I flew there to clear my head, try to make sense of what I had just learned. I was extremely surprised that Maggie had gone back to the jedi, for she and I left the Order at the same time. She had been my padawan, at the young age of 12, and when I turned to the Sith, she came along with me. She was fiercely loyal, but after joining the Sith, her trust in me took a turn for the worst. She began shunning me, her master, choosing instead to cavort alongside my other turned padawan, Krish, who was a Zabrak with extreme force abilities, and the other Sith apprentices. The other Sith masters assured me, that the children were simply embracing the Dark Side. But after she applied for another master, I knew that not to be the case. She was unhappy with my soft teaching style. She had truly embraced the dark. But it had been enough time contemplating. The thing that I was more surprised about, than even her going back to the Jedi, was her wanting to sabotage the New Republic. After all, the Jedi controlled the New Republic, so damaging their fleet would simply be bad for her. I thought that perhaps, she was a double agent for the Sith. But spying, implanting, was not the style of the New Sith Empire. Also, as far as I knew, the Sith and the Jedi had an uneasy treaty at the moment, so I doubted that was the case. After a few minutes thinking over what to do, I decided I needed to warn the Jedi order. I had always been very close to a few of them, so I wanted to protect my friends. Also, though I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I had always wanted to be back in the action.
As I neared the bar, I noticed a few physical features about the Jedi. She looked about 21 years old, with bright, youthful eyes, in a dark shade of green. Her long brown hair was tied up into several long braids, going down the side of her back. She wore a simple black cloak, with dark brown robes, and her lightsaber clipped to her utility belt. As I got closer, I overheard their conversation. The Jedi said to Maku, "So. To close the deal, once you have sabotaged the New Republic's fleet on Corellia, you will be paid 500'000 credits, will get the ship that goes with that card, and never have to worry about the authorities again. Deal?" Maku replied, "It's a deal. Good doing business with you.” The Jedi got up, set a few credits on the table to pay for her Blue-Milk Sunday, and left the building. I watched her through the window until she climbed into her purple starfighter, and left. Then, I sat down in the booth with Maku. Maku looked at me, surprise in his eyes, and then got up to leave. I pulled out my DH-17 Blaster Pistol, and leveled it with his head. I said, “Oh, please, Maku. Sit down. Let’s... have a talk.” He sat back down, eyeing my blaster. I saw his hand go to his holster, and I aimed my blaster at his hand. “Don’t even think about it.” He brought his hand back up to the table. Maku said, “Listen, Mandrake. I don’t want any trouble. We both have been in a situation like this before. I’m just trying to make a living.” I sneered. “Listen, Old Man. I don’t care about your living. To tell the truth, I don’t really care about you. But that Jedi. What was her name?” He began stuttering about customer privacy, and his confidentiality agreements. “Who is she!” I yelled. He stopped abruptly, and said, “I don’t know that much about her! All she said was that her name was Margaret Fireborn!” My faced blanched with horror. I whispered to myself, “Maggie.” Then, I ran out of the cantina, to my ship, The New Dawn.
Maku must be getting soft with old age.
Let's see.... he doesn't care about customer privacy. He doesn't care about Mandrake. He is Han to Mandrake's Greedo.
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