Prologue

I just wanted to give a brief intro to this blog and these stories. Basically these short stories will be following the adventures of my character in StarWarsRPG.net. His name is Divad Yeliw and he's trying to become a Jedi. This gives me a chance to work on my own writing skills and allows me to work on the character even when no one is role playing with me. The stories will be seperate from the RP, but will be infomred by what happens in the game. Without any further ado, here's the first story:

“All this time and you never even mentioned it. That’s just as bad as lying, Mom.”

“Please, please understand. You don’t know how dangerous it is. You could die, I’ve seen it.”

She was being honest, too. Divad looked right into his mother’s tear-stained eyes, and he knew she meant every word. But she had lied to him. To him. He had to leave if for no other reason than that. He packed his bag; said goodbye to his brother and sister; and hopped aboard the first freighter heading out toward the core planets. He would probably have to take three or four more transports before he could reach the Jedi temple, and he hoped the money he got from selling his lumber-droid would cover it.

He took a seat at the very rear of the freighter’s passenger compartment. An aching, nervousness had crept into his joints and he had no wish to be around people. He was about to leave his home for the first time and he wanted to be alone almost as if another person would corrupt the private triumph. As the other passengers filled in the rest of the seats, it looked as if Divad’s wish was to be fulfilled. Then came the final passenger, a chubby old man with a bald head and scruffy beard, and Divad realized there was no other seat for him save the one next to Divad. Preparing for the imminent invasion of his personal space, Divad turned to the window and let the old man take the seat next to him.

The first half hour of the freighter trip, Divad spent in a sort of strained silence. He couldn’t decide which would be more awkward: Trying to strike up a conversation with the stranger next to him or risk being rude by ignoring the man and reading from his holo-module about Jedi like he planned to do in the first place. Finally, Divad relented to his own shyness and flicked on his holo-module so he could read.

The Jedi Order has been the traditional peace keeping force of the known galaxy. Founded countless millennia ago, the Jedi were built on the principles of-

“Whatcha’ readin’ about, kid?”

Divad lowered his holo-module to find the eyes of the old man staring back at him. Well, it
would be rude not to answer him. “I’m reading about the Jedi.”

“Ah, the Jedi.” The old man raked his fingers through his beard. “My old man used to tell me stories about the Jedi. People say they got magic powers.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard,” Divad said. That’s about all his could add, too. Actual first-hand accounts of Jedi were hard to come by in the Outer Rim and those you heard were hard to believe.

“You want to hear my favorite story about the Jedi, kid? I mean, since you’re interested in ‘em.”
“Sure.” Divad would soak up any Jedi information he could get, even hearsay.

“This is one of the ones my old man used to tell me. It goes like this: A long time ago there was a powerful Jedi who was also the king of his home planet. The Jedi King had helped bring peace to the galaxy, but was worried that he hadn’t done enough to stop hunger or poverty or disease. He thought if the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy couldn’t prevent these things then no one could, so he left his kingdom to find out how. The Jedi searched the universe for years and years, but couldn’t find a solution that was better than any other.

“Finally the Jedi came to the edge of the universe where there were no more planets or moons or stars. The Jedi King went right up to the very end of creation and shouted out the question that haunted his every waking moment: ‘How can I eradicate hunger, poverty, and disease?’ And for all his efforts, the force took pity on the Jedi King and gave him an answer. The Jedi gained the knowledge of how to create a kingdom free of violence, need, and disease. He recorded it all down in a holocron he called The Force Plan. Word got out about his success, though, and all of the most powerful kingdoms in the universe sent out armies to steal The Force Plan from the Jedi King. The Jedi fought valiantly against this swarm of troops. But even Jedi have their limits and he eventually fell in battle, but not before he hid The Force Plan from all men. Yet, it’s said that one day a Jedi who is pure of heart will find The Force Plan and use it to bring utopia to us all.”

“Huh, good story.” And Divad thought it really was.

“Thanks, kid. I always liked it when I was little.”

“Is it true?”

“Eh, probably not.”The old man leaned back in his seat. “But who knows with those Jedi. Everything about them is a bit spooky.”

The old man was probably right; the story was most likely just a myth. If Divad actually did become a Jedi, though, he could think of no better quest to take than one of finding out how to fight against disease, poverty, and war. What could be nobler for a Jedi to do than that? Divad made a vow right there to figure out this Force Plan and bring utopia to the galaxy. With this decision set, Divad sunk into his seat cushion to try and make himself more comfortable. It was still a long way to the Jedi temple.