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07.17.2012 , 11:20 PM |
with a companion of my Human Smuggler, Teague Kilrik, speaking to my Miraluka Jedi Counselor, Zantel. Spoilers for the Smuggler Storyline follow. Implied male!Smuggler/Akaavi Spar.
"We need to talk, Jedi."
At the best of times, Mandalorians were not the sort of people to be trifled with, even by Jedi or Sith, but the Mandalorian woman standing before him looked like she would tear the Temple apart if he refused, not to mention she had somehow found her way on the Jedi homeworld of Tython unnoticed and was demanding member of the Jedi High Council's time, techstaff in hand. Nonetheless, Zantel sensed something. Anger, yes. Undoubtedly. But there was also worry, desperation, and fear. Not for herself, but for someone else.
"I did not know Mandalorians used stealth belts."
"It is a friend's. I needed to talk to you without killing a Jedi if he was foolish enough to get in my way."
"Who exactly are you? You must know who I am or you would not have gone to so much trouble finding you."
"I am Akaavi Spar and I did not come here for pleasantry. This concerns a matter of clan. Your clan."
"A Jedi has no clan. He detaches himself from familial entanglements in order to serve the Galaxy better," the Miraluka stated with a frown, "And my parents are dead and my brother...."
"Needs your help, Jedi," Akaavi interrupted impatiently, "Or I wouldn't be on this accursed planet!"
The Jedi Master frowned slightly, unconsciously biting his lip, a habit that he had not repeated since childhood. His brother brought back old memories. Good ones and, more recently, not so pleasant ones.
"Teague chose his own path long ago, Mandalorian. First when he turned to crime and again when he led a fleet of pirates against the Republic and Empire over Corellia."
"He refused to be the Republic's or anyone's dog after the Empire tried to use him."
"He killed innocent people!"
"There is no such thing."
Zantel frowned even more, releasing his irritation into the Force, "I'm not about to use my influence to make the Republic free him."
"Who says your Republic caught him?”
For a moment, there was silence from the Jedi, but, at last, he spoke quietly.
“If the Empire has him, he's dead already. They wouldn't take a chance with a prisoner like him.”
Zantel heard rather than felt the impact of her fist on his face.
“Hut'uun! You'd just let your own blood, your ori'vod, your own brother die without looking for him or avenging him?”
There was silence and for a moment, Zantel felt himself remember a familiar presence, one crackling with laughter and mischief even as Zantel warned that he would get them both in trouble. Despite himself, visions of that same person in the hands of the Empire arose, of long torture by machines and cruel soldiers, of a Sith Lord worming his way in his brother's mind.
“Family is paramount to Mandalorians. To ignore bonds of blood is the greatest sort of betrayal to us, and this is why we despise Jedi. You forget everything for the sake of a stagnant Republic, run by strangers. I will find him without your help, Jedi.”
With that, Akaavi turned her back on the Jedi, but just as she reached the doorway, he spoke.
“I will go... My brother always did need someone to rescue him.”
I hope you enjoyed it. It's my first story here.