"Tap... Tap... Tap..."
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"I insist we leave for Serenno as soon as possible!" the emissary asserted, furrowing her brow. "Did you not receive Count Dooku's transmission?"
Her security loomed over her, a collection of human and humanoid species.
Some scaly, some furry.
Strapped with an assortment of weaponry, of which blasters were the least abnormal.
...Bounty hunters.
Certainly eager to defend her conviction.
"I received it." I responded curtly, expressionless. "Yet there is still much of Nugoll to see."
"I thought Jedi were already familiar with the mundane." the emissary sighed. "What is it you wish to see?"
"The mines." I stated, to her horror.
I turned my head before she could voice her dissent.
Putting the Emissary behind me, I motioned for Burst and Zevon to follow me up the shuttle's landing ramp.
Only... my apprentice stopped, his boot hovering just above the plated durasteel.
We locked gazes.
I raised an eyebrow, facing a dreaded truth I already knew.
"Aahhh..."
He sighed, and his pupils emptied into focus.
Adi
"Almost looks like a speeder from up here, eh?" Burst grunted from beside me in the cockpit.
The shuttle flew over the seas of colored sediments, and I was forced to watch the hunger I'd set upon the sands.
A ravenous jaw plant I'd cultivated myself, one that had left his roots behind.
'You two take the flight. Master, I'll catch up.'
So he'd said.
Zevon swerved and glided across the landscape, keeping pace beside the shadow of the spacecraft.
An unimaginable feat of speed, but more impressively, endurance. An exponential increase since the fateful encounter with Grievous.
The hot, sticky unease within me thickened, fusing to the walls of my blood vessels.
...Amongst the many constellations I had watched dim, flicker, and die...
My one change of heart... my singular rebellion, a star forged from the shards of long-dead aspirations.
I gave him expectation, guided him toward his goal...
Advised him against excess, of course I did, I tried... and yet his path never seemed to end.
Even after ascending the astral staircase, gazing upon the starry sands of Mortis, he yearned for a world beyond.
Below us, the vibrant sands gradually melded into empty white, and Zevon 's pace quickened.
Once a dying desperation, now an immortal obsession.
Had I failed him? Failed him like...
...
Or...
No.
...
There was never a clear answer.
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The Weakest Jedi
Fanfiction*OC version of The Weakest Jedi.* The story of a young boy and his foolish dream. Born into the hellish underworld of Coruscant, Zevon was found by the Jedi at a young age and welcomed into the order. There's a slight problem, though... Zevon's forc...
Chapter 44 - Empty Table, Empty Horizon
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