Another surviving jedi story

This is a long one...

“But it doesn’t seem in any way creepy to you?”, asked the young imperial officer to his superior, who was sitting at a makeshift station monitoring the sealed cabin in back of them that held the prisoner., “all she does is stare out the window as we go by things she cannot see.”

“What makes you so sure that she cannot see them?” asked the commander, “and besides, she is probably enjoying her last days, as we all know what will happen to her when we arrive. I am actually a little surprised that no attempts to escape have happened yet.”

They both looked at the screens. There, inside the cabin to the hover train, sat quietly a young woman, no older that twenty five, for in fact they had no idea how old she really was. She had kept it hidden from them, even her name through every interrogation technique they could think of. The only thing she could not keep from them, as it was obvious and not something she was trying to hide anymore, was the fact the she was, for their purposes, a Jedi.

“Isn’t it about time to send in the midday meal?” Asked the commander?

“I am NOT doing that again,” stated the officer next to him. “She makes me feel strange. Send a recruit.”

“Then I suggest you go and find one yourself.” His commander shot back.

The young man got up, saluted, and left the station and headed for the mess car.
When he arrived there were plenty of soldiers eating in squad groups conversing in high spirits, despite the knowledge of whom and what they were escorting. However, the officer noticed that one man, obviously older than he was, happened to be sitting by himself. Brooding over his meal and looking nothing short of livid.

“You there, soldier,” said the officer, and walked over the man, trying to look as intimidating as he could, “I have an assignment for you. Seeing as you appear to be done with your meal, I need you to take a tray to the prisoner.” He then waited to see what sort of excuse this one came up with.

To his surprise, a rather menacing smile came over the soldier’s face. A calm and smoothly calculating voice said, “yes sir,” and got up, put his own tray away, and started to take a full one over to the station.

Behind this smooth talker calm visage laid a calculating man by the name of Caltran Yonfen. Nothing ran through his head but the thought of revenge. He had not gotten a chance to look at this Jedi’s face, and now that he had the opportunity, he was going to do the Empire a favor. He was going to kill her.

About twenty three years ago...

“Come Caltran, and meet your baby sister,” Caltran’s father had come to collect him from school early that day, he knew his mother was going to have a baby, but, being only seven, he did not really understand.

Bouncing through the door and into his parent’s bedroom, Caltran climbed up onto his parent’s bed and for the first time, looked into the face of his sister, Taiyra Yonfen. She had his mother’s dirty blonde hair, which grew darker as the months went on. Her little round face stared at him for a moment, just long enough to show him the dark, green thoughtful eyes that then closed in sleep.

“Look at this dear,” his mother said, and turned his sister over so he could see her right hear. Along the back of Taiyra ear, was a swirling birthmark. It gave the effect of shifting water, as the sun reflected off the surface. Young Caltran reached out to touch the birthmark. When he did, something happened that he could not explain. Some sort of ‘connection’ as he would later call it, left him somehow always able to tell where his sister was, or at least how she felt.

As the months went by, Caltran tried very hard to be a very good big brother. He did not yell when she was sleeping, he held her for his mother; he played with her, and went to bed when he was told so that she could sleep. However, he would hear his parents talking when they thought he was asleep.

“She is so much easier than Caltran ever was.”

“She never seems to cry for very long.”

“Have you noticed how everything she wants is always in reach?”

“I turned around for five seconds and the bottle was in her hands. I could have sworn it had been on the table before that. And she cannot reach up there.”

By the time Taiyra was eight months old; his parents’ questions were answered. One day while Caltran was at school, Jedi had come to his house, and had convinced his parents to give up his sister to their care.

“Why did you let them take her? She was my sister too! Did they ask if I said it was okay?”

“Dear,” his mother tried to console him; “she will learn to be a great person. You should be proud to have a Jedi sister-“

“I DON”T CARE! I HATE THEM! THEY TOOK HER AWAY AND I HATE THEM!”
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As Caltran grew older and older, he continued to take the loss of his sister very hard. He was bitter and never forgave his parents. He would spend hours in his room, looking at a picture of her, trying to feel that sense he got every time her touched her ear in order to try and get her back. However, by the time he was sixteen, he had finally given up. The feeling was completely gone. There as no way he could get her back and he was going to make sure that someday, somebody paid for her loss to him.

When the war broke out, Caltran was twenty four. He followed the action as closely as possible, in hopes that he might see his sister, but as she was still in her teens he never did figure out if she was off fighting somewhere. After order 66, there was a bit of panic in Caltran’s mind. However, later, when he had heard of all the horrible things the Jedi had done from the emperor, Caltran was ashamed of his obsession over Taiyra. She had obviously been poisoned beyond hope, and was better off dead. However, a lingering feeling still held in his heart.
Present time

He eventually joined the academy and became know as one of the best there was, in the early years, he could rival a clone in accuracy, speed and unfeeling. He was especially known for his ruthlessness toward anybody he suspected of being an escaped Jedi. Rumors went around about why. Caltran smirked as he remembered some of the ridiculous ideas. He had escaped training, been the illegitimate child of two Jedi, and so on and so forth.

“Hold up there soldier,” said the commander at the station. “You need to give up all your weapons here.” He held up his hand.

“Sir?” Caltran asked even though he knew the answer.

“If the Jedi finds any weapon in there, she can get a hold of it even restrained as she is. We have no way to counter her mental abilities…yet.”

Caltran set down the tray and began to remove his weapons that were standard issue. He however, left the small vibro knife that was his little secret. The commander said nothing as he counted the number of standard issue weapons before him. "Go ahead soldier," he said with out another glance, and returned to monitoring the video feed from inside the cabin.

Picking the tray back up, Caltran went inside.

As he stood in the doorway, Caltran saw the Jedi for the first time. What he saw surprised him. The long brown hair was carefully plaited and tied in a practical knot at the back of her head. Small wisps of hair had fallen out of place, he guessed from the capture, and they lined her tanned face, which, to his even greater surprise, held a long scar running down her left cheek. She was doing what she had been doing the whole trip; staring out the window at the landscape as it passed by.
Caltran was still staring when the Jedi spoke. “If you’re going to stare at me can I at least eat while you do so?”

Caltran was taken aback. Most prisoners never talked, let alone tried to be funny. But he brushed it aside, he was here for a reason, and nothing would stop him. Setting the tray down in front of the Jedi, Caltran took up a standing position in front of her. Her demeanor was not that of a condemned person. She seemed to accept everything for what it was. Even the food, which she ate with calmness and seemed to be thinking about nothing else. She reminded him so much of Taiyra, who even as a baby, explored her food with such care that he nearly broke out in a chuckle.

“What happened to her?” The Jedi asked all of a sudden.

Caltran jumped. A sensation had run through his thoughts and body just before the Jedi spoke. That sensation that he got any time he had touched his sister’s ear. It must have been a Jedi thing she had even as a baby. Caltran thought. “What’s it to you?” he spat, “you Jedi ruined her anyway.”

The Jedi put down her food. She seemed upset, but he could not tell for sure. Her face was blank, something he had seen from a lot from other Jedi he had ‘taken care of’. She then moved and put her fly-away hair back into place. When she pulled her hand away from her right ear, Caltran nearly fell on the floor in shock.
Staring at him was the grown-up version of his sister Taiyra. She was of medium height, slender, but Caltran knew she would be fast and strong. Her hair, he now saw, was just like his and those eyes; he finally saw her green eyes that pierced him, brought him back to the day that she had been born, the day he had touched…

When he came to his senses, Taiyra was crouched in front of him, her eyes level with his own. It made him want to jump back, but all he could do was flinch. She had him completely restrained in the cuffs she had been wearing earlier.

“So you’re that feeling,” Taiyra whispered to his face, “I had always wondered, but I mostly ignored it, my master said it was nothing, but I guess he was wrong about that. So,” she sat down and crossed her legs as if settling down for a conversation, “my brother eh? Interesting. We of course know nothing of our real family; it only gets in the way…”

“Is that what they tell you?” Caltran managed to blurt out, “along with teaching you to take over a galaxy?”

“Oh dear brother,” Taiyra shook her head, “is that what they teach you now? Well, you are sorely mistaken. We were slaughtered, slaughtered for seeing what was really going on, slaughtered by one of our own, who turned. He nearly killed me you know, but I had learned how to hide my life force, and appear to be dead, even to other Jedi, or Sith in this case. Why do you think it took so long to find me?”

“I guess it didn’t work on us though,” Caltran added, “because we did catch you.”

“I was distracted,” Taiyra retorted, “distracted by that feeling I got from you. You obviously have some connection I did not know about, until now.”

She got up. “I hope you take this as a learning experience, brother, and take the time to look again at the history they teach you. And maybe use that little feeling of yours to find out the truth, because it will do you no good in finding me again, that I guarantee. Oh, and thanks for the knife.”

And with that, Taiyra kicked open the back door of the train, and jumped.

“Would you care to explain this to me again soldier?” It had been a week since the Jedi had escaped with nothing, although Caltran did not mention that his sister had taken his knife.

“I have deemed myself a hazard to this mission, and wish to be reassigned, sir.”

“Why, after just one failure, which happens in these cases, would you just quit? You know we don’t report escapes. We understand it happens, even of others do not,” his commander added.

“It’s personal.”

“Well, as much as I hate to see my best man go, I have nothing to hold against you, and you are one of the best. Where would you like to go? I can make just about anything happen.”

“Put me wherever you think I would be helpful sir.”

Two days later, Caltran was on a transport for the planet of Naboo. Instead of reassigning him right away, his commander had told him that he most likely needed a little rest and relaxation. “With the high stress mission and all, you could use it.” His commander had pointed out.

So, here he was, on a planet that was not exactly known for its hospitality towards the Empire. But Caltran was here for himself, not the Empire. With a plain civilian jumpsuit and his personal sidearm on his hip, Caltran got off the transport, handed over his ID for a check and was off and hailed transport.

“Where to sir?” Asked the driver.

Where to indeed. Caltran was not much of a partier, what was he going to do?

“The Yonfen Summerhouse…you do know where that is don’t you?”

"Yes sir."

As he pulled up to the house, Caltran saw his mother, open the door, then, turn around and close it again. While Caltran was not entirely sure why, he had a feeling his presence was a bit of a surprise. He had not seen them since he had joined the Imperial Navy.

When he got to the door, his mother opened it before he could knock. For an older woman, she still nearly knocked him off his feet.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you dear! I just went to tell your father that you were here. He’s in the garden trying to fix the hydrator for the plants. You know he was never very good at fixing things. Anyway, I think the girl we hired is doing a better job than he is. Maybe you could help them after dinner?”

Caltran gave off a small smile. His mother had not changed very much. Still the talkative person. “What girl are you talking about?”

“Well, we found that this summer we needed help with some of the heavy lifting and such. And she came to the door asking for a job. We hired her right then and there. She has been wonderful help and is great company. It’s almost like having a child in the house. Anyway, dinner is almost ready. Would you mind going out back and calling them in?”

“Alright.” Caltran went to the back door and went into the garden. There, on the ground was his father, rummaging through a tool box while a pair of legs stuck out from under the hydrator. The girl they had hired was on her stomach, attempting to reach some unknown thing in order to fix the machine.

“Mr. Yonfen, I need the lever again if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Actually Dad, you might want to take a break and come have dinner.”

Caltran’s father looked up in surprise. But his expression soon changed to a big smile as he got up. “Caltran my boy! Good to see you. Telesa, my son is here come on out and greet him and then we need to go to dinner.”

Caltran watched as Telesa’s hand stuck out from under the machine and stabbed a knife into the ground. Soon the rest of her wiggled out from under the hydrator. She was not what Caltran expected. Her face was greasy and had a tattoo running down the side if her face. Her very short hair was tied to her head by a head cloth that she had wrapped like a very thin turban. She had a small, but strong build, and green eyes.

“Son huh,” she said with a heavy accent. “Good to meet you. Your parents talk about you almost non-stop.” She gave a slight bow.

Caltran was puzzled. While he was sure he had never met Telesa before, something did not seem right. But, he was on leave, and he did not worry about it, at least, not with his father standing right there.

“Let’s go in for dinner,” his father said, breaking the silence.

Dinner was relatively quiet. At least, Caltran did not say much. He let his mother do most of the talking. She seemed to feel it necessary to give Telesa his whole life story.

“And then, of course he became very upset, he didn’t want to give her up to the j¬—“

“Mother!” Caltran was standing. He had nearly upset the table. “Do NOT start in on this again! We do not need to hear my life story, or this family’s shame.”

“Son,” his father said, “there is no need to talk to your mother that way. And Taiyra was most certainly not a shame to this family.”

“That may be your opinion father, but it is not mine.”

“What would you have had us do?” His father protested? “We could not very well hide her from the Jedi, and eventually she would have been more than we could handle. What would you do; kill her?”

Caltran opened his mouth but no sound came out. He had no answer. Instead, Caltran left and went out back.

His parents watched him as he stormed outside.

“We apologize for that,” said Caltran’s mother, “I probably should have picked a different subject.”

Outside Caltran collapsed on the ground. He had never thought about what it might have been like if his sister had stayed. Would there have been a problem; would they have had to give her up anyway? What if the Jedi had just stolen her instead? At least they had asked.

Staring at the hydrator all taken apart in the garden, Caltran noticed that the knife Telesa had been using was still stuck in the ground. Caltran stretched over and yanked it out of the ground to examine it. Mulling it around, he realized why he was so comfortable with the knife. Caltran quickly turned the knife so he could see the blade. Etched on the blade in very small laser-precise writing, was exactly what he thought was there; the inscription he had put on his own knife. ‘No matter what, everyone will come home’

Caltran burst through the door with his sidearm pointed directly at Telesa. His mother gasped and ran to his father. Telesa stood up and moved away from the table and Caltran’s parents.

“Caltran what are you doing?” His father pleaded.

“Stay out of this,” Caltran snapped, “this has nothing to do with you.” Holding up the knife, Caltran pointed his sidearm directly at Telesa’s Chest.

“Where did you get this?”

“From you.” There was no accent anymore.

Caltran fired.