Chance Encounters Part G
Darting down alleys, streets, and backways out of the southern sector of the city, Jol had stopped trying to watch his back and focused on running. Far behind him, in the camp, blaster fire had begun sounding again in a new constant blare. This new barrage guaranteed that any screams that could have reached him wouldn’t. But that did not mean they were silenced. The intensity of all those lives silenced in his camp resounded with great intensity within the Force. It was almost like series of light flashes, gone from existence almost as quickly as they appeared, each one for a deceased friend or relative.
Damn the Empire, what had they ever done? All these people had wanted was to live, preserve their ways. That was probably more then that enfeebled bastard, Emperor Palpatine, was willing to allow.
Jol took a quick second to look down at what his father had forced into his hands as he began his flight. He clutched his father’s lightsaber, old, worn, but as deadly as ever, and a bag with some training material. Damn his dad, he was such his Jedi, no momentos, pictures, or letters, just an overbearing legacy. That was what was always important to him, even mom had grown to embrace the importance of the line and the traditions.
Stopping, he finally looked back. The lights and sounds of weapon’s fire died down some. In its stead fires grew and rose. How many Jedi and bystanders were dead now? Probably all of them. Airspeeders dashed over the area, scanning for escapees. He knew that their ground search hadn’t spread out too far from the camp yet, but they would be spreading out into the rest of the city quickly enough now. He was still in deep danger.
Continuing his flight, his parent’s wished seemed quite clear. Be a Jedi, not just our wayward son. He promised himself and their memory he would follow through. First though, he needed to survive.
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