Sith fanfic chapter 8
This chapter was written by jedi_jason
The planet Illum, once a sanctuary for the Jedi. Now after many years of being forgotten has become home again for two Jedi on the run. The last Jedi to set foot here was way back in the height of the Clone Wars. In it’s hey day a place were young Padawans would go to seek the crystals to make their own lightsaber. A back water world in the far depths of the Outer Rim, a ice world, inhospitable and isolated.
Darkwing 1 came out of hyperspace 5 days after entering. Callista was asleep. Staring through the forward view panel, Jason’s bleary eyes took solace in finally seeing their destination.
“R4, scan the surface for the old remains of the JedI Sanctuary.”
R4 bleeped an affirmative. A few moments later the co-ordinates came on the screen.
“Well done R4.” R4 warbled. “Yes you can wake Calli and tell her we're here.” What sounded like an evil electronic laugh echoed from R4, then Jason heard a crackling sound and Callista jumped from her seat, hitting her head on the canopy above.
“Ouch!” cried Callista.
“Morning.” Jason said.
“Morning. What was that?” Callista asked.
“I think R4 was getting his own back over your little stunt back at the Sith Academy. My instruments read he sent you a small electric shock to wake you up!”
“Why that little runt! Wait till I get you planetside...” Callista threatened.
“Don’t worry R4, I am sure she was just joking.” Jason turned to look at Calli. “You were joking?” Jason asked. Callista just looked at him.
“R4, I think you should keep out of Callista’s way for a bit.” Jason informed R4.
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Luckily, the hanger was still intact, so Jason landed the ship under cover.
“First order of business, to get the power running and the bay doors closed. R4, that’s your job.” Jason ordered.
“What about me?” Callista asked
“Looking at that arm of yours, I think we should look for the Med bay!”
About an hour later of fumbling around with Glow Rods, R4 got the power up. About the same time as Callista and Jason found the Med bay.
“Your healing starts here and now, my friend. The body is but the vessel. The mind and spirit will take a little more effort.” Jason commented.
“I know.” Callista replied, bowing her head. “I know I have made some mistakes. I know you have given up a lot to come after me. I saw what you did at the Temple.” Jason placed two fingers under Callista’s chin and slowly raised it up till his gaze met hers, “You saw that?”
“Yes...”
They stood there together for a few moments just looking straight at each other.
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That evening after Callista’s arm had been placed in a bacta sling, they sat in the common room. Looking rather worse for wear, but still comfortable. Well, a hard rock would have probably been comfortable after five days in a jump seat!
“Callista, we should talk about your lightsabers.”
“What about them?” Callista enquired.
“The crystals Moor gave you. They should be removed, can’t you feel the dark energy that surrounds them?”
“Yes, but I can control that now.”
“No you cannot, and I need you fully focused and firmly back in the Light if we are both gonna get through this.”
“I won’t be defenseless. No one take MY lightsabers from me. NO ONE.” Callista almost shouted through gritted teeth.
“Watch your anger, Callista. Can’t you see the hold they have over you?” Jason stood. Callista jumped up and pulled one of her lightsabers into her good hand.
“If you want them, you will have to TAKE them from me, or you can TRY!”
Jason held his empty arms out palms facing Callista. “Go on then strike me down, unarmed. Prove to me they don’t have a hold over you.”
Callista ignited her blade. The smell of ionised air filled Jason's senses. He stepped forward towards the blade so it rested just under his chin.
“Noooo!” Callista started to cry and dropped the deactivating lightsaber to the floor. “You were right. Destroy them. Destroy them now……please.”
Jason picked up the lightsaber she had dropped and held it between his hands. Then through the Force he held it in levitation and recited:
“The crystal is the heart of the blade. The blade is the symbol of the lightsaber. The lightsaber is the tool of the Jedi. All is one and one is at the core of the Force. So it is, and always has been.”
With that, the lightsaber separated in midair so all its components hung on their own. Then through the Force, Jason took the crystal and threw it hard against the rock wall. Shattering it into dust.
Jason looked over to Callista to see her expression. She looked almost lost, as if her own heart had been ripped from her chest. He moved the pieces of the Lightsaber together minus the crystal, and settled it down in front of Callista.
Outstretching his hand. “The other one.”
Callista reached down to the second lightsaber which was still on her belt. She took it and slowly passed it towards Jason’s hand. He took it and for a few moments both had hold of it. It seemed that neither would let go.
“Calli, please...” Jason asked in a soft voice.
She let go, and Jason repeated the procedure on the second lightsaber. He glanced up at her. “I would suggest burning any clothes you have with you, including the ones you have on. There is dark energy in them.” She looked away. “I can't,” she whispered. He turned her fsce so that he looked into her eyes once more. “You can, and you will. You must sever any ties you have to the Sith, it is the only way.” She nodded, and before she could voice the next thought, he reached behind himself and presented her with a set of soft brown robes. You can wear these until we can replace the other ones.”
She smiled faintly, holding the robes to her. Jason spoke once more.
“Tomorrow, we will go into the mines and look for replacements. It has been a long day; we should rest and you have done well. I did not think it would be that easy for you to let go. You had become to attached to them. Remember the code, my friend. Good night.”
Jason walked over to Callista, placing a hand on her shoulder and walked off.
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Sitting in her room, she now held two useless sabers in her hands. She gazed at them, and then set them aside. Rising from the floor, she took up her bag. Jason was right. There was dark energy surrounding the whole thing. She tossed the bag into the recycler with such force that she heard it hit the inside berfore it incinerated. Her breath fogged in the chill air as s he divested herself of her garments. They followed the others into the recycler. The fabric of the robes Jason had given her was soft, and an aura of calm fell over her as she donned them. Just the act of putting on the robes of a Jedi helped her to center.
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Jason lay in his bunk drifting off to sleep when he felt a presence. The presence of his former Master. As he slipped further and further into sleep, the image became clearer and clearer.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Callista, with Master Faulkner before them. “Now my Padawans many tests lay before you. Seek out your allies and be careful who you trust. Danger lies at every turn. You each have your gifts and your weaknesses. Recognise them and allow the other to support them. You will find the one who is the betrayer, the betrayer on the Jedi Council. They have seen to it that you will be hunted. They know you are a threat; that is why I was maneuvered out of the way. Callista, I ask you to reach out with your feelings and come back to the Light. I asked Jason to come after you. Jason, Callista, you are two halves of a whole. Separated you are vulnerable. Together you are stronger. Now rest, both of you and feel refreshed in the morning, for it will be a very, very long day.”
With that, Jason woke. What seemed like minutes had actually been hours. He had slept for nine hours to be exact. Callista came running into his room and looked at him.
“You saw it too, didn’t you?” she asked.
Jason nodded. “Yes - Mark spoke to me.”
Callista dropped to her knees. “The council! Who did this? Why?”
Jason sat on the end of his bunk and reached out to take Callista’s hands in his, “All good questions, but I think we need to sort out your lightsabers first. Come, let’s get ourselves sorted.”
About a half hour later Jason and Callista met up in the hanger, outfitted in cold weather gear. It was a short walk to the crystal mines. The main entrance was blocked. Jason drew one of his Lightsaber’s and carved out a entrance. In they went. The mines were somewhat devastated from the explosions that had rocked them all those years ago.
“We will never find any active crystals here,” Callista said despairingly.
“Have faith we will, otherwise the Force would not have brought us here!” Jason replied.
After many hours of searching, Callista found two crystals of the most brilliant purple. Taking them, she sat in the middle of the great crystal hall and meditated for 3 hours on each crystal before installing them into the cases of her sabers. Three hours was not really long enough but it was all the time that was afforded to her. Both Jason's and Callista’s sense, and Mark’s words, made them feel something big was about to happen. And this time neither could see the outcome.
Both standing back to back, they drew their Lightsaber’s and began to spar. A small smile appeared on their faces. For this moment they both had peace and the company of a friend.
The planet Illum, once a sanctuary for the Jedi. Now after many years of being forgotten has become home again for two Jedi on the run. The last Jedi to set foot here was way back in the height of the Clone Wars. In it’s hey day a place were young Padawans would go to seek the crystals to make their own lightsaber. A back water world in the far depths of the Outer Rim, a ice world, inhospitable and isolated.
Darkwing 1 came out of hyperspace 5 days after entering. Callista was asleep. Staring through the forward view panel, Jason’s bleary eyes took solace in finally seeing their destination.
“R4, scan the surface for the old remains of the JedI Sanctuary.”
R4 bleeped an affirmative. A few moments later the co-ordinates came on the screen.
“Well done R4.” R4 warbled. “Yes you can wake Calli and tell her we're here.” What sounded like an evil electronic laugh echoed from R4, then Jason heard a crackling sound and Callista jumped from her seat, hitting her head on the canopy above.
“Ouch!” cried Callista.
“Morning.” Jason said.
“Morning. What was that?” Callista asked.
“I think R4 was getting his own back over your little stunt back at the Sith Academy. My instruments read he sent you a small electric shock to wake you up!”
“Why that little runt! Wait till I get you planetside...” Callista threatened.
“Don’t worry R4, I am sure she was just joking.” Jason turned to look at Calli. “You were joking?” Jason asked. Callista just looked at him.
“R4, I think you should keep out of Callista’s way for a bit.” Jason informed R4.
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Luckily, the hanger was still intact, so Jason landed the ship under cover.
“First order of business, to get the power running and the bay doors closed. R4, that’s your job.” Jason ordered.
“What about me?” Callista asked
“Looking at that arm of yours, I think we should look for the Med bay!”
About an hour later of fumbling around with Glow Rods, R4 got the power up. About the same time as Callista and Jason found the Med bay.
“Your healing starts here and now, my friend. The body is but the vessel. The mind and spirit will take a little more effort.” Jason commented.
“I know.” Callista replied, bowing her head. “I know I have made some mistakes. I know you have given up a lot to come after me. I saw what you did at the Temple.” Jason placed two fingers under Callista’s chin and slowly raised it up till his gaze met hers, “You saw that?”
“Yes...”
They stood there together for a few moments just looking straight at each other.
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That evening after Callista’s arm had been placed in a bacta sling, they sat in the common room. Looking rather worse for wear, but still comfortable. Well, a hard rock would have probably been comfortable after five days in a jump seat!
“Callista, we should talk about your lightsabers.”
“What about them?” Callista enquired.
“The crystals Moor gave you. They should be removed, can’t you feel the dark energy that surrounds them?”
“Yes, but I can control that now.”
“No you cannot, and I need you fully focused and firmly back in the Light if we are both gonna get through this.”
“I won’t be defenseless. No one take MY lightsabers from me. NO ONE.” Callista almost shouted through gritted teeth.
“Watch your anger, Callista. Can’t you see the hold they have over you?” Jason stood. Callista jumped up and pulled one of her lightsabers into her good hand.
“If you want them, you will have to TAKE them from me, or you can TRY!”
Jason held his empty arms out palms facing Callista. “Go on then strike me down, unarmed. Prove to me they don’t have a hold over you.”
Callista ignited her blade. The smell of ionised air filled Jason's senses. He stepped forward towards the blade so it rested just under his chin.
“Noooo!” Callista started to cry and dropped the deactivating lightsaber to the floor. “You were right. Destroy them. Destroy them now……please.”
Jason picked up the lightsaber she had dropped and held it between his hands. Then through the Force he held it in levitation and recited:
“The crystal is the heart of the blade. The blade is the symbol of the lightsaber. The lightsaber is the tool of the Jedi. All is one and one is at the core of the Force. So it is, and always has been.”
With that, the lightsaber separated in midair so all its components hung on their own. Then through the Force, Jason took the crystal and threw it hard against the rock wall. Shattering it into dust.
Jason looked over to Callista to see her expression. She looked almost lost, as if her own heart had been ripped from her chest. He moved the pieces of the Lightsaber together minus the crystal, and settled it down in front of Callista.
Outstretching his hand. “The other one.”
Callista reached down to the second lightsaber which was still on her belt. She took it and slowly passed it towards Jason’s hand. He took it and for a few moments both had hold of it. It seemed that neither would let go.
“Calli, please...” Jason asked in a soft voice.
She let go, and Jason repeated the procedure on the second lightsaber. He glanced up at her. “I would suggest burning any clothes you have with you, including the ones you have on. There is dark energy in them.” She looked away. “I can't,” she whispered. He turned her fsce so that he looked into her eyes once more. “You can, and you will. You must sever any ties you have to the Sith, it is the only way.” She nodded, and before she could voice the next thought, he reached behind himself and presented her with a set of soft brown robes. You can wear these until we can replace the other ones.”
She smiled faintly, holding the robes to her. Jason spoke once more.
“Tomorrow, we will go into the mines and look for replacements. It has been a long day; we should rest and you have done well. I did not think it would be that easy for you to let go. You had become to attached to them. Remember the code, my friend. Good night.”
Jason walked over to Callista, placing a hand on her shoulder and walked off.
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Sitting in her room, she now held two useless sabers in her hands. She gazed at them, and then set them aside. Rising from the floor, she took up her bag. Jason was right. There was dark energy surrounding the whole thing. She tossed the bag into the recycler with such force that she heard it hit the inside berfore it incinerated. Her breath fogged in the chill air as s he divested herself of her garments. They followed the others into the recycler. The fabric of the robes Jason had given her was soft, and an aura of calm fell over her as she donned them. Just the act of putting on the robes of a Jedi helped her to center.
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Jason lay in his bunk drifting off to sleep when he felt a presence. The presence of his former Master. As he slipped further and further into sleep, the image became clearer and clearer.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Callista, with Master Faulkner before them. “Now my Padawans many tests lay before you. Seek out your allies and be careful who you trust. Danger lies at every turn. You each have your gifts and your weaknesses. Recognise them and allow the other to support them. You will find the one who is the betrayer, the betrayer on the Jedi Council. They have seen to it that you will be hunted. They know you are a threat; that is why I was maneuvered out of the way. Callista, I ask you to reach out with your feelings and come back to the Light. I asked Jason to come after you. Jason, Callista, you are two halves of a whole. Separated you are vulnerable. Together you are stronger. Now rest, both of you and feel refreshed in the morning, for it will be a very, very long day.”
With that, Jason woke. What seemed like minutes had actually been hours. He had slept for nine hours to be exact. Callista came running into his room and looked at him.
“You saw it too, didn’t you?” she asked.
Jason nodded. “Yes - Mark spoke to me.”
Callista dropped to her knees. “The council! Who did this? Why?”
Jason sat on the end of his bunk and reached out to take Callista’s hands in his, “All good questions, but I think we need to sort out your lightsabers first. Come, let’s get ourselves sorted.”
About a half hour later Jason and Callista met up in the hanger, outfitted in cold weather gear. It was a short walk to the crystal mines. The main entrance was blocked. Jason drew one of his Lightsaber’s and carved out a entrance. In they went. The mines were somewhat devastated from the explosions that had rocked them all those years ago.
“We will never find any active crystals here,” Callista said despairingly.
“Have faith we will, otherwise the Force would not have brought us here!” Jason replied.
After many hours of searching, Callista found two crystals of the most brilliant purple. Taking them, she sat in the middle of the great crystal hall and meditated for 3 hours on each crystal before installing them into the cases of her sabers. Three hours was not really long enough but it was all the time that was afforded to her. Both Jason's and Callista’s sense, and Mark’s words, made them feel something big was about to happen. And this time neither could see the outcome.
Both standing back to back, they drew their Lightsaber’s and began to spar. A small smile appeared on their faces. For this moment they both had peace and the company of a friend.