Drin Kizael
Jan 31st, 2002, 08:52:43 PM
Drin Kizael stood in the center of the circular chamber, trying not to stare at most bizarre collection of aliens the cub had seen in all his life. He had seen humans before, but his father said you couldn't trust them, always trying to take what wasn't their's.
He was still trying to understand everything that was happening to him. Morrja Djreeshan had said he possessed a gift, powers that could help people. Leaving Brochiib was hard. He had never been off-world and he didn't want to leave his father all alone.
The alien he was trying hardest not to stare at nodded as Djreeshan introduced him. He looked old, but was half the Trianii cub's height. But mostly he was trying not to laugh at his ears.
The little green man closed his eyes, sighing. Kizael cringed back in confusion, but was tapped none to gently on the back of his head for it. Kizael forced his composure and waited.
"Hmmm. Much potential do I see." The being opened his wizened eyes and looked at Kizael, more straight through him than at him. Strong he will be. But the least of a Jedi's skills this is."
Kizael raised an eyebrow at the goblin and asked more than a little indignantly, "What do you mean?"
Morrja Djreeshan's cream-colored fur almost turned white. The diminuitive creature's eyes widened in mock surprise, then softened. "If trained as a Jedi you are ... great power will you have. Strength greater than the mightiest Ranger."
The Trianii cub found that hard to imagine, but intuitively knew he was telling the truth. "With it ... what would you do?"
A million scenerios ran through his mind, but a voice inside him told him that this was the most important question he will ever be asked.
Kizael looked up. "I would end the fighting between the Corporate Sector and my people. My mother was killed in a riot at one of their factories." A lump began to form in his throat, but to his surprise, this was the most at peace he had felt since her death. "I don't want any more people to get hurt."
The old Jedi Master looked up at Djreeshan and nodded.
"They're gone. Sir ... the soliders have gone."
Drin Kizael's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Diranni Rhi, the Selonian who hid him from a Stormtrooper search and retreival squad. He sat up in the cot, looking past her to the door of the hidden storage room. Tellis Rhi stood in the light, visibly drained but putting on a good show of resolve for his benefit.
The Trianii rose, relieved that he could do so on his own. He walked toward the light, grasping Tellis' hand firmly. "I cannot begin to express my thanks. I put your life and your family at risk."
"The fact that you live is payment enough."
Kizael smiled. Here was a sentient with the strength to break an Imperial in two with his bare hands yet he lived in fear of them. Once again he witnessed testament to the power of compassion and courage over strength.
The Jedi looked at the early morning sun outside. "Two days," Tellis answered the unspoken question.
"They left a garrison?" It was more of a statement, but Tellis answered yes anyway. "I have already burdened you enough, but I must ask one more favor of you."
The Selonian nodded, not even considering he could say no. Drin could not help but chuckle. "I have made arrangements with an Advozse named Dil'ah Minz."
"I know him. He is your transport off world?" Again, it was more of a statement than a question.
Kizael clasped Tellis on the shoulder. "I owe you more than you know."
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To see how this story began, read Chapter 1 (http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=7929)
He was still trying to understand everything that was happening to him. Morrja Djreeshan had said he possessed a gift, powers that could help people. Leaving Brochiib was hard. He had never been off-world and he didn't want to leave his father all alone.
The alien he was trying hardest not to stare at nodded as Djreeshan introduced him. He looked old, but was half the Trianii cub's height. But mostly he was trying not to laugh at his ears.
The little green man closed his eyes, sighing. Kizael cringed back in confusion, but was tapped none to gently on the back of his head for it. Kizael forced his composure and waited.
"Hmmm. Much potential do I see." The being opened his wizened eyes and looked at Kizael, more straight through him than at him. Strong he will be. But the least of a Jedi's skills this is."
Kizael raised an eyebrow at the goblin and asked more than a little indignantly, "What do you mean?"
Morrja Djreeshan's cream-colored fur almost turned white. The diminuitive creature's eyes widened in mock surprise, then softened. "If trained as a Jedi you are ... great power will you have. Strength greater than the mightiest Ranger."
The Trianii cub found that hard to imagine, but intuitively knew he was telling the truth. "With it ... what would you do?"
A million scenerios ran through his mind, but a voice inside him told him that this was the most important question he will ever be asked.
Kizael looked up. "I would end the fighting between the Corporate Sector and my people. My mother was killed in a riot at one of their factories." A lump began to form in his throat, but to his surprise, this was the most at peace he had felt since her death. "I don't want any more people to get hurt."
The old Jedi Master looked up at Djreeshan and nodded.
"They're gone. Sir ... the soliders have gone."
Drin Kizael's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Diranni Rhi, the Selonian who hid him from a Stormtrooper search and retreival squad. He sat up in the cot, looking past her to the door of the hidden storage room. Tellis Rhi stood in the light, visibly drained but putting on a good show of resolve for his benefit.
The Trianii rose, relieved that he could do so on his own. He walked toward the light, grasping Tellis' hand firmly. "I cannot begin to express my thanks. I put your life and your family at risk."
"The fact that you live is payment enough."
Kizael smiled. Here was a sentient with the strength to break an Imperial in two with his bare hands yet he lived in fear of them. Once again he witnessed testament to the power of compassion and courage over strength.
The Jedi looked at the early morning sun outside. "Two days," Tellis answered the unspoken question.
"They left a garrison?" It was more of a statement, but Tellis answered yes anyway. "I have already burdened you enough, but I must ask one more favor of you."
The Selonian nodded, not even considering he could say no. Drin could not help but chuckle. "I have made arrangements with an Advozse named Dil'ah Minz."
"I know him. He is your transport off world?" Again, it was more of a statement than a question.
Kizael clasped Tellis on the shoulder. "I owe you more than you know."
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To see how this story began, read Chapter 1 (http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=7929)