Seeking glory. The Young Blood vs The Dark Mistress of Alderaan
Story for kengoa :3
He wasn't here for this though, he was hunting a much bigger prize. The young green skinned Twi'lek had packed up his gear from Corucent and headed out after overhearing conversations about a dark Jedi who had begun causing trouble on Alderaan.
Charon hadn't even taken five steps out of the space port when his holo comunicator began to buzz. Was it his master, or one of the council? He sighed to himself knowing they'd likely just chastise him and bring him back.
He was surprised when a Jedi he didn't recognize answered the call.
"This is Galactic Warden Ayl'lil Reat hailing Jedi Charon Vals. I ask you not to engage the Dark Jedi on Alderaan. I know she seems trivial but she is anything but, please don't throw your life away like that."
Charon was a little insulted. First this unknown Jedi came over the holo unit to rub a title in his face but then told him not to take on his target? He chuckled and looked down at the Jedi on the holo.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, this little 'mistress' has been causing significant trouble for the Republic. It's the Council's orders that she be put down." He was bluffing of course. The council had discussed this matter but had mentioned nothing of how she'd be dealt with. Charon had planned to bring glory home with him, along with either a captive or a lightsaber.
He hung up the call and began to look around.
"Now if I were a dark Jedi..." His eyes skimmed the place. He'd done his research so he wasn't going in blind. He knew this Jedi was the former pupil of Master Yuon Par, and the brother to a young Jedi from Alderaan.
He thought he'd begin by questioning some of the local noble houses of Alderaan, one of them had to know something.
Strolling around the spaceport he noticed some of the people dressed in more colourful clothing than the average port worker.
He singled out one of them who'd just finished a conversation with another well dressed man. As the noble turned he was met with a robed Twi'lek standing before him. The nobleman was startled.
"Oh! Excuse me, please." He tried to move around but Charon didn't let him, stepping in the way.
"Sir, I need your help. Jedi business." Charon began seriously, trying to pique the mans interest.
The nobleman took a step back and bowed respectfully.
"Master Jedi, if I can be of any assistance to the Jedi order I'll do my best. Alderaan has strong ties to the Republic a..." he was cut off by Charon, who didn't care much for a long winded rehearsed speech for parliament.
"I'm looking for a renegade Jedi, female. She's a sister of a Jedi from this world, a noble I assume. Has any family admitted to this?"
Charon wasn't exactly sure what the man would respond with, but he was hopeful.
The nobleman simply shook his head. I apologize, but I've not heard of anyone of that disposition. Best of luck in your search though." The man turned to walk away as Charon looked on. He resisted the urge to just force persuade the man.
"Someone will know" He thought to himself.
Unfortunately for Charon Alderaan was feeling rather tight lipped today. Over three hours of questioning and the four noble lords he asked he was unable to get a straight answer from any of them. He was getting impatient now.
He spied two more Lords, this time he wasn't messing around.
Barging straight into their conversation he immediately began to wave his hand.
"Dark Jedi, Sister of a young Jedi on Corucent. Noble family. Tell me everything you know." He annoyed at the lack of progress, but it didn't hurt to take a cheeky shortcut every for often.
Both Lords seemed much more co-operative now.
"Not a noble family, the Raet family. Protectors of House Rist. Ryl'lil has returned and is trying to extort credits from her father." Both of them seemed to know.
Charon turned and looked around. House Rist's estate was a speeder ride away.
He was excited now. He'd finally get to see some action.
Running over to the taxi droid he threw some credits at it and jumped onto a speeder bike.
"Going to House Rist!" He shouted as he sped off, leaving the droid looking confused, but moderately richer.
The young Twi'lek set the speeder to max speed as he shot through the Alderaanian countryside. It was surprising calm compared to the bustle of Corucent. It was nice to see greenery that wasn't contained in metal for a change, though the insects were certainly a pain.
As he came round the winding mountains something seemed off. There was a faint smell of burning in the air and everything was eerily quiet.
Speeding round the bend he was met with a horrific sight. House Rist's palace was aflame. The smoke billowed high as the sound of nothing filled the air. The silence was deafening.
Jumping from the speeder he ignited his sabers.
The stairs leading up to the palace were scarred with saber burns and the large courtyard showed signs of a battle too. He hadn't time to think though, he had to get up those stairs to the main palace. The smoke was billowing from the door, it was too thick to even enter. The heat licked his face, even just in the doorway. He sheathed his left saber and covered his mouth with his robe sleeve, coughing violently.
He suddenly felt a presence, dark and disturbed. He jumped back from the smoking entrance as a figure began to emerge. Taking up his stance he readied himself.
He was surprised when a rather small strawberry blonde haired woman emerged wearing traditional Jedi robes, though they looked a little darker. She wasn't wearing any headgear, though her mouth was covered by what looked like a breathing apparatus.
She stared into the Twi'lek's eyes. Charon felt a shudder of terror down his spine. She felt as dark as a Sith but looked nothing like one. Her eyes did not burn with the passions of the Dark Side, nor did she have the corruption of the darkness on her face. She looked like a normal Jedi, though she was anything but.
Taking off the device from her mouth she looked the young Jedi up and down.
"The Council didn't send you, did they?" She spoke coldly with no hint of remorse in her voice. She was standing in front of a burning palace and she didn't feel anything.
Charon gritted his teeth and gripped his sabers tighter.
"I am here of my own accord, I will bring you back to the council and defeat you!" He tried to sound as confidence as he could.
The woman simply raised an eyebrow at him.
"Interesting." Taking a double bladed saber from her waist she ignited it, revealing a golden crystal colour, it reminded him of the yellow crystal that was present in his left saber.
Charon felt confident. The blue saber in his right hand and the yellow in his left would give him the advantage of offense, he felt confident in Jar'Kai style.
"What's interesting?" He questioed, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.
"You spoke quite confidently, yet in that sentence you didn't say you could kill me..." She smirked at him teasingly, swinging her blade and readying her stance
Charon widened his eyes and took the initiative, leaping towards the woman and attempting to strike her.
He bought his blades down on top of her, before she could strike. As far as he saw he hit her. It was only when he landed he saw he'd missed. She was gone.
He heard her voice echoing around him.
"Before you die...You'll know my name. Ryl'lil Raet. I am the one who will change the Jedi, and you? You get to become one with the force!"
He sensed her at the last moment, guarding behind himself from the backstab, a predictable move. She was stronger than he thought, pushing him forward a few inches as he blocked the strike.
Suddenly he felt a foot sweep his legs, knocking him on his back and forcing him to drop his left saber. He looked up in time to see Ryl'lil's saber coming down.
Rolling to the left he saw his second blade and pulled it towards him, igniting it in time to use both sabers to block her second attack.
"Impressive, you're not as green as you look." She laughed a little at her joke.
"Dark and a racist, i'm going to enjoy bringing you back before the council." He grinned to her as he acted.
Charging the force in his left hand he pushed against her, force pushing her backwards down the stairs and into the courtyard. She sprang back to her feet as Charon arrived at the top of the stairs.
"Not bad huh?" He complimented himself, feeling pretty good about that strike.
Ryl'lil simply looked up at him silently.
"Not bad...looks like I'm done playing..." She spoke as she faded from sight. It was almost like she was never there.
Charon looked around nervously. She couldn't be behind him, but she was great at masking her presence.
He heard something shuddering. Looking up he had only a few seconds to react as the tiles from the roof of the palace came flying towards him.
Jumping out of the way the tiles slammed into the floor beside him, he didn't have time to relax. The tiles of the floor shot up into his face, blocking with his sabers he was still met with the dust of destroyed stonework.
Trying to shield his eyes he felt a sharp kick in his side, sending him flying into one of the palace walls. He hit it hard, leaving a small mark in the wall. Falling to one knee he quickly tried to get up, but he was too slow.
Hearing something crumbling he looked up to see the roof of the palace falling towards him. He sheathed his sabers and raised his hands attempting to use the force to catch some of the debris. He was strong in the force, but Ryl'lil did not care.
Sending a wave of force energy towards him she knocked him back into the wall, breaking his concentration and bringing the debris onto him. She smirked as she saw the rubble bury the young Jedi.
As she turned to walk away she heard something moving. The young Twi'lek shot out of the rubble, his force-field protecting him from the rubble. He'd reacted instinctively and protected himself with his mind. He landed in front of Ryl'lil and stared at her. His robes were ripped and his skin was bruised.
He was panting heavily. This technique used a lot of power and using just his mind to channel the Force was a tough feat even for a Master.
Ryl'lil just looked at him. The rubble dropped around the Twi'lek as his force-field dropped, the stone and tiles crashing into the ground. Before the last piece fell Charon felt his legs go on him, falling to his knees. He was exhausted.
Ryl'lil simply walked past him, strolling casually as he panted and looked behind him.
"W..Wait...I'm not done with you!" He tried to sound intimidating, but Ryl'lil simply waved her hand, forcing him onto the ground.
"Look at you, still so sure. You remind me of my brother...pity I despise him." She kept her eyes locked on him as she turned her nose up at him.
"If you can best me in five years then the glory is yours, but until then..." She lifted him using her telekinectic power. "You're nothing." She waved her hand violently, flinging him into the mountains.
He awoke some time later, he'd landed on his chest. He felt a little winded but otherwise he was alright. It was getting dark, he'd clearly been out for some time. Rising to his feet he noticed his lightsabers were by his sides. Someone had returned them to him.
Picking them up he looked at them, gripping them hard.
"Yeah...five years. That glory will be mind Dark Mistress of Alderaan..." he spoke to himself as the sun set over the Alderaanian mountain.
