Not so long ago, in a galaxy far far away, there was an order of protectors of
peace in the galaxy. They were called Jedi Knights. They fought in the name of good and
justice, sort of like galactic sheriffs. Obviously, their greatest enemy was the greatest evil
in the galaxy, the Sith. They were constantly battling, each side trying to rid the galaxy of
the other. As of yet, they had not succeeded, but there were only two Sith existing at this
time: Sidious Scolex and Darth Maul.
On a balcony somewhere on Coruscant, lightsabers sizzled in the struggle between
two combatants. One had dark brown eyes and brown hair, with a long, braided tail
hanging behind his ear and a short ponytail on the back of his head. The other’s face was
hidden behind the dark hood of his cloak, showing nothing besides a very large nose. The
former was called John-Wan Kenobi, the latter Sidious Scolex.
I, John-Wan, am a Jedi Padawan who could not, for the life of me, get promoted
to the title of Jedi Knight. The Council kept telling me that I wasn’t qualified. How the
heck am I “not qualified”? I thought. I have a lightsaber and I can use the Force, what
more do they want from me? Nevertheless, I decided I would protect the galaxy in
whatever small way I could, and if being a Padawan was it, well, I’d just have to deal with
Little is known of Sidious Scolex’s past, only that he killed his parents along with
the entire order of the Sith, so that only he and the apprentice he chose remained. His
apprentice, Darth Maul, was a young.....well, thing. There’s really no other way to
describe this creature, who had horns jutting out of his head and a tattooed red and black
face. The only other well-known fact about Darth Maul besides his sheer evilness is the
fact that he never brushes his teeth.
My blue lightsaber clashed with Sidious’ scarlet one, and sparks flew everywhere.
Though Sidious’ recognized this Padawan’s skill, to him I was just another Jedi who must
be destroyed. He never expected that it would be this Kenobi kid who would give him
more trouble than the whole Council put together.
Caught up in his own thoughts, Sidious didn’t notice that he was slowly losing
advantage of the situation. I slashed at where I expected the red blade to be, but Sidious
had moved it unthinkingly. My saber sliced through Sidious’ flesh, cutting off his hand at
the wrist. Sidious screamed in pain and anger, lashing out with his other hand, but he
couldn’t do much. He was in trouble and he knew it.
Then he came up with a simple plan. “Oh, forget this,” he muttered, pulling a
thermal detonator from his cloak and activating it. Sidious threw it at me, and I was sent
backwards first on impact, then on explosion. Sidious Scolex’s maniacal laughter filled
the night as my remains fell to the hard ground.
* * *
Queen Brenda rushed to the balcony. She had been on Coruscant on business with
the Senate, discussing the taxes on her home planet of Naboo. She also happened to be a
doctor and a scientist, and she greatly admired the self-sacrificing work of a Jedi. And I
happened to be in love with her. But let’s not get off the subject. As she approached my
mangled body, she gasped in disbelief. She heard the explosion, but....she still couldn’t
believe what she was seeing. She looked down and saw the one thing that had survived
the blast: a lightsaber. She brought the scorched metal near here face and noticed an
inscription that read: JOHN-WAN, JEDI PADAWAN. She put the hilt in her jacket, then
crouched down beside my blackened body. Her red, curly hair fell down around her
face as she studied my tortured form. She was startled when she realized that...I was
breathing! But there is no way to save him, she thought. Is there?
Brenda called for paramedics, and I was pulled away on a stretcher. I was taken to
a nearby hospital, but the medical droid there informed her that not even the bacta tank
could save me now. Thinking fast, she remembered her recent research, and the top secret
Gadget Project. She ordered that I be brought to an operating room, and she would take
it from there.