As Jack and I made our way to the camp where the new army and the Jedi had arrived, a mix of nervousness and fear knotted in my stomach. I couldn't help but wonder who this Jedi was and what their true intentions might be.
I turned to Jack, seeking more information. "Jack, can you describe the Jedi in more detail? What did he look like?"
Jack's eyes sparkled with excitement as he replied, "He has brown hair and a scruffy beard. He wears robes, you know, like a Jedi. And he speaks to you like an old-time friend."
His description made me groan inwardly. It seemed that the Jedi who had arrived was someone I had crossed paths with before. The "speaking like an old-time friend" detail was a dead giveaway. It was the Jedi I had once trained with, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and apprehension.
On the plus side, it wasn't my former master who had shown up. That would have been an entirely different and far more dangerous situation. But this Jedi's arrival still presented a complex set of challenges. I knew that I had to proceed cautiously, especially since my own history with the Jedi Order and my decision to leave had the potential to complicate our interactions.
As we approached the camp, I braced myself for what lay ahead, knowing that the presence of this familiar Jedi could either be a beacon of hope or a harbinger of unforeseen complications.
My heightened senses, a result of my cat-like ears, allowed me to pick up on the sounds of the camp from a distance. The noise indicated a significant presence, and I couldn't help but wonder about the scale of the operation. "That's a lot of men," I murmured to myself. It was a hopeful sign, as facing the Separatists and their droid armies required a formidable force.
As I approached the camp with Jack, my curiosity was piqued. I could see the bustling activity of thousands of men in white armor, all engaged in setting up a base and maneuvering heavy weaponry. The sight was both impressive and daunting, a clear demonstration of the magnitude of the effort they were putting into their mission.
Jack's excitement was contagious as he led me towards a soldier in distinctive orange-colored armor. He called out, "Cody! Cody! I brought the person I was talking about."
Cody turned towards us, a warm and curious expression on his face as he greeted Jack. He then shifted his attention to me, appraising me with a discerning gaze. "So, you're the infamous new leader of the survivors," he remarked.
I exchanged a knowing glance with Jack, who wore an impish look that suggested he might have shared a few exaggerated stories about me.
I couldn't help but smile at Cody's comment. "I wonder what other wild stories he's told you," I replied with a chuckle. "I'd be willing to bet that only about a third of them are true."
Cody smirked as he extended a hand in greeting. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, infamous or not," he said. "We could use someone with your skills and experience. We've been tasked with helping you take back your village from the Separatists. We've got a plan, but we could use all the help we can get."
As I shook Cody's hand, a sense of hope and determination welled up within me, for we are able to drive away the Separatists. However, that hope was fleeting for when I heard
"Hello, There"
(its a slow build up) (Just wanted to try a hand at writing)
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Cat with nine lives- bad batch X OC
قصص الهواةKit was once a promising young padawan from the Jedi Order, trained to do good and use the force to protect those who were innocent. However, her master had gone down the path of evil and corrupted her, and she found herself no longer willing to sub...
