Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
This is a story about a man who lived and died a servant.
Durell, son of Eithas, Jedi Knight
Durell, son of Eithas, Jedi Knight
18 years ago...
Gyndine, Galactic Republic holdings
Dark clouds hung over the battlefield as Republic soldiers trekked through muddy trenches. Commander Kefka of the four hundred and twelfth stood with his macrobinoculars in hand, gaze set on the horizon. The insurrection had began quickly and without warning, but the local defense groups were able to act quickly enough to prevent the spread of disgruntled workers to nearby towns and cities.
The chaos was localized, and the assumed reason dire. Dissatisfaction with new regulations on interspace travel into and out of the Gyndine system had risen to an all time high. With their shipyards almost as prominent as those on Corellia, it placed a burden on working families that had quickly spiraled out of hand. The Jedi Order had sent a mediator, but Kefka had already lost ten men in a shootout.
"What's the situation," the Knight asked breathlessly as he burst through the doors, drenched with rainwater. It was not an easy task to get out to the front line, even for a Jedi. There were protocols to follow, safety measures-
"Ten dead," the commander said curtly. "Every one of them an unnecessary casualty. I have to write letters to their families, Jedi-"
Durell held out his hand, palm up. "I understand, Commander Kefka," he uttered softly. "The lives of your men are as important to me as they are you. No loss of life is an acceptable one."
"Don't give me that idealistic bullchit," the dark haired commando snarled. "Just tell me what the plan is, and how you're going to ensure I don't lose any more men."
"Plan?" Durell looked genuinely confused. "Have you tried talking to these people? Do you think they're unwilling to see reason? Is there any possibility that this can be resolved without further conflict-"
"They pissed on peace with me when they shot my soldiers," Kefka spat. "You want to talk to them, be my guest- but you have ten minutes before I start shelling the bastards. Use them wisely."
"Peace is something we must work toward, together," the Jedi reminded the soldier. "Do not be so quick to cast it aside."
Kefka waved the Jedi away dismissively.