The wind whistled through the lonely baron wasteland. The two suns burned bright over the planet nearly blinding the jedi as the door opened. The metal rail pulled down letting them walk safety towards the grown below. Behind them the pilot had an electronic screw driver out of doctor who as he went to work on the wing. Ranbl survalanced the cracks in the ground as he stood upon the dry surface. "I feel like I'm baking from the heat. I'm surprised any life could thrive with such extreme conditions."
Zahara petted her little creature and seemed eager to him of exploring their new habitat. It would be a nice rest from all the trouble they encounced. It felt nice knowing that the danger had ceased even if it was only temporary. Ran stripped off his robe traveling a black shirt and pants underneath. "I think I saw a city up ahead. Up for a little adventure?"
The jedi treaded across the desert as the scortching Sun beat upon their backs. The sweat poured off every fiber of their being. They stopped once taking a quick water break from a cateen before reaching the outskirts of the city.
It had many dunes, buildings consisting of shops, homes and what looked to be a palace decorated with jewels, fountains, palm trees, as well as modern statues of elephants. Connecting the roofs of many buildings are tightropes and planks of wood hoisting clothes dyed in rich colors of gold, blue and red. They all stood in wonders at the everyday life of the common people bustling around a town square wearing scarves which wrapped around the head, pinned under the chin and gently rests on the shoulders. It is usually worn on top of a cap of the matching colour, which helps to keep the hijab in place ontop of pink flowery robes. The man site similar scarves wearing black rugged robes.
Ranbl had never seen such a rich vivorent culture. "Tis very beautiful. A shining dimond amongst the ruff."
As they walked amongth the people they saw them buying weapons, books, ingredients for food.
Salesmen and women sit on soapboxes offering their products. "This is top of the line. This tonic will cure any disease, cold or illness. One drop. And witness the miracle cure."
They pass a woman getting her fortune told by another woman wearing a turban, purple robes as she stares into a crystal ball. "I see you already know him. He has rosey cheeks, a spring in his step and a heart full of courage. The baker's son is the one you see."
Ranbl smiled as he embraced his new surrounding. As they made their way towards a fountain to rest. He made a cup with his hands, dunk them into water and splashed his face. "This place is a paradise. I feel tempted to never leave."
As his companion was about to speak, a young boy came running up to them with a cut on his forehead. He falls on the ground, gathering the attention of the marketplace as they formed a circle around him. Ranbl used his robe as a pillow for his head. "Are you alright." He helped to sit up as he coughed. "Someone get him some water."
His companion took the canteen allowing him a drink. The boy took long sips as his breathing returned to normal. Ranbl looked upon him with compassion, wondering what troubles a young boy his age could know. "What happened?"
The boy looked upon him weally, his voice cracking as he tried to speak. "Bar-barians....A-nd they are merciless. Three days ago they attacked my home killing every living thing that drew breath. My mother...(his eyes swelled with tears)she told me to run. Not look back. My home was enguled in flames.... On my way here, I ran into four other villages destroyed within the same week. Zimbarow will be right in their path."
The crowd gasped with fear as they murmmered amongst themselves. Ranbl face hardened as his soul bleed with anger at the tragic lose of life. "Who is capable of such cruelty?"
A man within the crowd stood forward with grey hair, wrinkles and hunched on a cane. "Paralegal, I'm afraid."
Ranbl turned to the man as his campipn handed off the boy to a crying woman desperate to help the child. "Who is he?"
The man looked down at the ground with shame and remiss washing over his face. "My son. He was always a troubled soul since his motha died giving birth to him. He blamed himself, thinking his existence was a boil on humanity. No matter how I loved him, he wouldn't see reason. He fell into a bad crowd. The vandalism, petty theft and fights were to much for me to handle. So I sent him away to some cousin's that live in the eastern providence. I thought removing him from a bad environment with a great start is all it took.
A man next to him looking the same age places a hand on his shoulder. "You did everything you could to reach him. You have nothing to wash your hands of."
Paralegal's father looked at his old friend giving him a bittersweet smile. "Thank you, Jacob.
(Hey, remember what I said about controlling other people's characters? Be careful with that, please. I know my characters better than you do, no offense, and I don't touch your characters' actions. You can make as many characters as you want, though.
I love the detail in your posts, btw.)
Cassian was absorbed in his work, doing the best he could to fix his beloved ship and stay cool at the same time. "They'd better pay me extra for this," he grumbled under his breath as oil squirted over him.
Zahara walked along the market with Ranbl, taking in the sights and sounds of the desert moon. She bought a few things on their way to the fountain, such as food and supplies.
Once they reached the fountain and the injured boy, Ara knelt down next to him, taking the medical supplies out of her bag and tending to his wound. "Shh... Stay still. This might sting a little," she warned as she watched the cut with a herbal mixture. The female Jedi listened as the men explained the situation, a small frown creasing her brow.
Ranbl looked at the old man with sympathy, his heart aching as he knew the only to stop a warrior was putting him down like the dogs they were. "You did the best a parent could do. I'm afraid that his murderous ways won't be tolerated any further."
The man looks down at the ground at a lost for words. "I know. But what can we do? He refuses to coexist peacefully among the tribe."
Ranbl stared out into space as he summoned up the courage he was taught and shown since his youth. "We can help. I'm Ranbl. (He points down at the ground) And this is Zahara. Visiters from another land sent by the Jedi Order of Coruscant. If you will spare us a few good men and women in helping defeat these renegades we'll leave you as you were.
The crowd murmured amongst themselves. A snarky young man amongst the crowd steps forward. "How are we sure you are truely the jedi and not Paralegal's spies. (He spins around facing the crowd.) How many of you are willing to die in blind faith alone."
Ranbl stared at the man with a smirk on his face. "If you need a demistration so be it."
He held out his hand causing the white stalkings hidden beneath the young man's robes to fall below his knees. The crowd laughs hysterically. The man looks down, embarrassed, he pulls them up. The young man looks back at him with his cheeks turning red. "Proof enough for you?"
The young man makes his way through The crowd as they continue to jeer at him. The Jedi focus his attention back to the crowd. "Who will step up and defend the fruits of their labour?"
No one moved at first until Paralegal's father stepped forward. "I will happily end the cycle of violence. I only ask If I be given one more chance to talk reason into him."
The Jedi considered the request. "I don't think that's wise. If he is dangerous as we think he is...
The old man cuts him off determined in helping his prodigal son. "Please, he's my flesh and blood. All that I have. I have to try."
Ranbl looked at him as the weight of the situation hit him. "One chance. If he makes the first move, I'll have no choice, but defend this town. Is that understood?"
The man nodded. The crowd is aroused as men and women offered their support in union.
A cave carved into the middle of a mountain houses Paralegal's army. Its made up of passages that join downstream as tributaries. A map hangs on the wall. Flame throwers sit in a heap by the corner. Labor guns sit in frames on the wall. Red armour lays strown across the lair. Battle droid either lay about or service the soilders. Men gamble, drink fine wine and practice gladiator techniques as the prepare for the war ahead. A man with red hair, blue eyes, fat healthy cheeks spotting a scar in the left side, wearing a cloak with two white horns curcled at the end around his uniform. A bulky man with ripped muscles, wearing a helmet stares down at the map awaiting his commands. "We'll attack from the west here. (He points to a drawn stone wall.) its lightly guarded. The patrol man will make his round at the end of the hour. I'll take him out, giving us thirty minutes before he has to check in. You'll have to move quickly to open the concealed door before the palace guards can sound the alarm.
The man looks at his captain. "We'll have the battle droids in place on the defensive. Giiving us the element of surprise.
Paralegal looks at him with a fierce fire in his eyes. "It'll strike fear into the eastern providences making them now towards our demands or suffer the consequences. Allowing me to assume my role as emperor of this pesky planet. Every man, woman and child will quiver at the sound of my name. Our victories will be legendary.
The young man from the village strides in. The two men at the table turn towards him. Paralegal pats him on the shoulder. "Lithium, your just in time. We were going over tonight's plans. Have you found any worthy recruits?"
Lithum looks at him as his anger gets the better of him. "No, this town is full of saps either too loyal, too fat or too sick."
Paralegal beams. "Not much has changed I see. They'll be easy pickings."
The soilder across from them crosses his arms and turns towards the young man as he joins in on the conversation. His voice is mockingly merry. "In a way, I was hoping we at least have some competition for a change. These pathetic peasants are starting to bore me. It makes the heart grow fonder."
Lithum looks at him with a sneer on His face and growls. "You may get your wish."
Paralegal and his second in command give him their full attention. Paralegal gives his shoulder a squeeze. "What wild tales are you spinning?"
Lithium winces. "Your battles have reached across the galaxy. The jedi council have sent missionaries from corosaunt to aid them in their time of need. They are busy fortifiying the city as we speak."
Paralegal lets him go and turns to his second in command. "Jedi. A trophey of my achievements. Their skulls will serve as my drinking cups. (He looks at the solider across from them.) Kernis get the man in position and sound the alarm. Kill everything that draws breath. We take no prisioners or spoils of war."
The second in command walks away.
Zahara bandaged the boy's wound and made sure he was alright before standing. A sad smile touched her lips once the old man stood up for his son. "There is hope for him yet," she said gently, putting a hand lightly on the older man's arm. "It is possible to be redeemed and find the Light within oneself."
Vita chittered and crawled down Ara's arm to nuzzle the elderly man, sensing he needed comfort. The furry creature crooned softly, big eyes looking up at him.
Cassia was still working on the ship, oblivious to the trouble the Jedi were dealing with. He had enough of his own.
Darkness falls across the land. The once viberant city has quoted down as the doors are closed for the night. Zimbarow is quite as one of the palace guards walks around the stone wall, carrying a lit torch as he overlooks the plain. As he leaves the scene a hook comes flying up. The guard reaches the stone cornor and calls down to the men below. "All clear."
Paralegal scales the side of the wall using his feet to project him up as he keeps his finger on the trigger and rises further up bouncing along. A hand reaches to grip the wall, finds a cobblestone and pulls himself up. He crouches, removes the hookl, moves through the piercing darkness like a ninja and heads for the outpost.
The guard places his torch in a holder. Behind him Paralegal appears as the light flickers. A dagger hangs between his teeth as he rises, pulling it from his mouth. The guard turns as the swipe of the knife slices into his neck slattering blood as he falls to the ground. He looks down at the motionless body, pulls back the dagger and stabs him with a sicking thud.
Paralegal, now standing, goes over to a pulley turning the lever down. The fixed and moving blocks with two rope parts as the giant door starts opening with a creak. Paralegal takes out a flare gun shooting two rounds into the night sky. Like a firecracker, the flare explodes.
On the ground, ground rovers move with great speed. Five destroyer droids curled inside of a ball roll through the gates. They stand on three legs and utilize a shield generator.