The Jedi Code (Peeker)

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Together, the three walked with the taunting sith behind them. Suddenly, their path was blocked by a woman in black robes who carried a lightsaber. A dark jedi. Next to her stood a young girl in smaller robes.

"Commander," The dark jedi spoke. Instantly the three sith soldiers froze. "Why are you not at your post?

[Peeker]

The boy was relieved for the briefest moment... but then... well...

It was a sith with a lightsaber. Nothing about that was comforting. At all.

The boy stayed quiet, and let his Master speak.

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"Lady Miira." The sith swallowed. "I was just..."

"You were just abandoning your post so you could have some fun with the jedi here?" She gestured to Master Darus. "In spite of my orders?"

"No mistress, I..."

"Silence!" Miira yelled. "Disobeying orders is treason you know. And there can be only one punishment for treason."

The dark jedi reached out her right hand, clutching at an imaginary object. Instantly the commander grabbed his throat, unable to breath.

There is nothing we can do. Master Darus sent to both his students.

[Peeker]

But... he's... she's going to kill him?!

The boy's eyes widened. No. No way. No! His fists balled.

He couldn't just let someone die in front of him! He couldn't!

[Hrtofdrkns]

I know it isn't right. But if we try to stop her we will be in violation of the Maanan treaty. The sith wouldn't sign it unless they retained the right to do as they wish with their own. Master Darus sent to him sadly.

Juhani just looked on, feeling neither happiness nor sadness at the sith's fate.

Miira tightened her grip with the force, the commander falling to his knees while his two companions tried to become as unoticable as possible.

Miira's apprentice looked on blankly, like this wasn't anything out of the ordinary for her.

[Peeker]

The boy turned his face away from the dying man for only a moment, to look at the apprentice.

...how... how do they get their apprentices... to... to be like that?!

His eyes hurried back to the dying man. He couldn't really take his eyes off. ...it... was horrible...

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"Greetings Master Jedi." Miira said as she turned to Master Darus, her right hand still maintaining the force choke. "I detest the impolite. Just because we are at war is no reason not to be civil to one another, wouldn't you say?"

The commander was now laying on his side, hands clutching his throat as his gasps got shorter and shorter.

"Perhaps..." Master Darus said as he looked away.

[Peeker]

Halren flinched, and stared at his feet.

Master... please... we... I want to go...

Emotions be damned. He felt alot of things right now: sick and angry and sad... and he had the right to be that, dammit!

The boy bit his lip, and exhaled.

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"Mistress," The apprentice said. "I hate to interrupt, but it's almost time for the meeting."

Miira looked over at her, then to the half-dead soldier. "I suppose you're right." With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the man's neck.

"Strip him, at least his uniform is worth something." She commanded the two remaining soldiers. They hurried to obey as the dark jedi turned to the three jedi. "How rude of me. I haven't properly introduced myself." She bowed slightly. "I am Darth Miira, and this is my apprentice Shuri." she indicated the girl.

"I am Master Darus." The jedi master said without a bow. "These are Halren and Juhani."

[Peeker]

The boy lowered his head out of habit, and wished he hadn't. She was picking corpses for money. ...treating her men like crap.

He said nothing.

Shuri. ...Master... she..

He had to look at the girl. She had a name.. she was a real person.... and... the Dark Side was in her.... or being trained to be in her.

...and he didn't like that one bit.