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Cakey Chapter 8I rested my head against the wall of the refresher. There had been nothing but utter silence between Shen and I over the last week or so and I was just about ready t do my head in. The ship's noises were daunting and trying to sleep in the rough bunks had been the worst experience of my life; even worse than sleeping in Mira's smelly apartment.
Shen had discovered how to put the ship on Auto pilot; however he rarely left the cockpit. The only time I'd seen him come out was at midafternoon, or when it would be mid afternoon on Dantooine according to the ships internal clock, to use the refresher. I had joined him once or twice in the cockpit, but other than that, I found myself reading over old data pads I'd found in a locker next to one of the bunks.
One of the data pad's peaked my interest. It read:
Lillian and Quil have decided to leave me alone. I never thought that it'd be this hard to deal with younger siblings, let alone younger human siblings. Mother explains that they wil
Cakey Chapter 7Mical never returned from the cave. Search parties were sent out to find him but there was no trace of his body. They did, however, find his light sabre, littered among the rocks deep within a cavern in the crystal cave.
It was a bright and sunny day; unfortunately no one was pleasant enough to enjoy the day. Mical had been presumed dead and we all gathered in the courtyard to listen to that up-herself brunette. Her name was Bastilla Shan. She had travelled with Revan, my aunty Revan as it turns out, during the Jedi Civil War. Bastilla was a very pretty woman, however her eyes were daunting to look upon; Bao had told me the previous day that she had seen too much for a young woman to comprehend; she was only 21 when she travelled with Revan, and we all heard how she had succumbed to the dark side.
"We must all remember: There is no death, only the force," Bastilla continued, holding a rare white flower in her hand, "Master Mical may of left us, but he is now one with the force, as we a
Cakey Chapter 6As ill fated as I was at the current moment, I couldn't help but feel close to the fiery red head that was pursuing us. I had seen her somewhere before; that I was certain of, but where and when was a whole other story. Like a drunken man on his way home we ran through the caves, trying to lose the angered sith. All our attempts were flawed until we lost her in a large labyrinth of tunnels full of deceiving lights.
I took a seat against a cool wall in a wide cavern which was dimly lit by purple and yellow crystals which littered the walls, the ground and the roof. The hooded fellow, who I was following, paced to and from a small creek and back, mumbling inaudible words to themself.
I saw this as an opportunity to clarify a few things.
"Why'd you kick me off the cliff?" I asked, digging my heels into the soft ground.
The hooded fellow stopped pacing and turned their attention to me. Kneeling, they pulled back their hood and revealed their identity.
Mical nodded slowly and solem
Cakey Chapter 5Have you ever had that feeling where you're falling in an endless pit? I hate that sort of feeling, those dreams that deceive your perception of reality. I used to have a lot of them as a child; I would often wake up screaming and my father would run in and hush me back to sleep. This was not one of those dreams, but it had the same effect as one; it felt so real.
The last thing I remembered was falling in the crystal caves on Dantooine, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself back on Nar Shaddaa. I thought that this might have been a memory; you know, like ones that reoccur through your dreams until they arrive back to your conscious memory; but the odd thing was that I was standing on a landing pad in front of a ship that anyone in known, maybe even unknown, space would recognise: The Ebon Hawk. I took a few steps towards the ship and put my hand on the outer casing.
I could feel the cool metal.
Terrified, I jumped back looking the ship up and down. It took me a moment to realise t
Cakey Chapter 4Travis was a brilliant master, however he was often looked down on by the council; according to them, Travis expressed his emotions too much.
"When I first started out," he continued, sitting down with me one day after during a break between sparring, "I was apparently really dark and cryptic. More often than not, I had people accusing me of being a Sith.
"Even my hero, Bastilla, acknowledged my presence as barely tolerable, saying that I was a huge mass of darkness. But I ignored all those comments and continued on admiring her and my training as if I hadn't heard a word." Travis's face lit up when I told him what I thought about him.
"You're a great teacher," I said, fiddling nervously with a loose strand of hair. "I see you as inspiration rather than a nuisance. There is much I can learn from you."
I said those words to myself again in my mind. The damned Jedi training was getting to me.
Travis smiled and stood back up, extending a green hand to me. "I'm glad to see that one person
Cakey Chapter 3Shen had always been a little... A little smart. Not in the typical sense of the word, but in the way that he could pick out something odd. Though, I often just passed it off as paranoia. We'd been moved to new rooms since our arrival on Dantooine. We had now been here for over a week and I had accepted Mical's offer to retrain in the ways of the Jedi. Much to Shen's dismay.
"Why do you even want to be a Jedi?" Shen had asked this question several times.
I shrugged. "You heard what Travis said: We'll have more chance of getting Mira back if I did."
Shen nodded. "I know, but there's something fishy, and I'm not just talking about that Selkath padawan down the hall from here."
I rolled my eyes. Shen had always disliked the Selkath. When we were on Nar Shadda, a whole bunch of them had lived down the hall of our little room. Whenever we set foot in that hallway, the smell of fish entered our nostrils. "You're paranoid." I replied, turning over in my bed so I wouldn't have to look at him.
Cakey Chapter 2When I was growing up on Dantooine, the place seemed so alive and bright. My father and I would often sit on the front porch where he'd tell me numerous stories about my mother and how beautiful she was. He would often explain how I had her green eyes, which were ruined by his brown hair. However, when my father talked about my mother, I always felt sad. I'd never known her. She left before my 1st birthday. My father would often see the look in my eyes and give me a hug.
"She loved you very much..." He continued, "So much that it was hard for her to leave."
"Why'd she leave then?" I'd ask him, wiping a tear from my eye.
My father sighed. "I know it's hard for you to understand Jakkie, but your mother has a commitment to the lives of everyone in the Republic. It's not that she wanted to leave you; she had to."
Somehow those few words made me happy.
I wish I was happy now.
Dantooine looked so odd... So foreign. It was a completely different place from when I was last there. Travis kept t
Cakey Chapter 1The first 5 years that I'd grown up with Mira and Shen had been some of the most uneasy times. Mira often was out collecting bounties and I was always stuck with Shen, who too wanted to work in his mother's field.
"My first bounty's going to be the best." He exclaimed. He'd planned to capture a Jedi.
I'd at first laughed when I heard his plan. Shen, capture a Jedi!? That was just about as unlikely as my mother walking through the door right now.
Shen spat at me and left the room to walk around the docks. His mother didn't like him going out on his own. In actual fact, it's that she didn't trust him. Once, when we were both 12, Shen had walked into the Jekk'Jekk Tarr. His mother had to get an enviro-suit just to get him out. He was woozy for days on end and didn't really sober up until his 13th birthday. That had started Shen's unhealthy addiction with all things alcohol. I would often find him going through his mother's secret stash under her bed. Once Shen had drunk so much alcohol th
Cakey-PrologueI shouldn't be here. I should have been out on the fields with my father, fighting the Mandalorian Raiders: Defending my home. I should be dead, just like him. But no, instead I locked myself in my room and hid in the cupboard until Mira fished me out and took me to live with her and her son Shen. I was afraid. I was only 10 when it happened...
My father and I had a strong force connection. He said he'd shared one with my mother before she left. He taught me how to shield my thoughts from his when I was having girl's problems. He didn't want anything to do with girl problems. He said our house keeper Diane was better of dealing with those things. But sometimes, I felt so much pain that my father would come into my room, telling me it'd be ok. Sometimes I just couldn't keep my thoughts in place. However, sometimes he couldn't keep his. One occasion I remember especially. It was on the anniversary of when he'd first met my
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