Jinx’s gaze held her, even after the light in his eyes faded and died away, his final words ebbing into the silence.
“Jinx…” she pleaded, “forgive me.” He had, that she knew; only she could never be able to forgive herself. It had to be done; for her son’s sake, it had to be done.
Continue reading
“The hell was all of that about?” Kal’or asked, doing his best to make it as casual as he could though he knew something was wrong. He had that feeling ever since they came to the cursed planet in the first place, and he was kicking himself for not giving it the proper attention it deserved. A Mandalorian that didn’t trust his instinct wound up dead.
Jinx stood there for a long moment, Janet’s words still ringing in his head as a sudden sense of foreboding washed over him. As he tried to fit the pieces together in his mind, he could begin to feel a disturbance in the Force growing…it was not unlike getting sick to one’s stomach, and yet the pressure it used against one’s mind could become numbing quickly as well. “I don’t like this,” Jinx said.
Continue reading
All the long way to Coruscant, Marcus Leslye Wyler III barely slept. When he closed his eyes, his dreams were filled with darkness and pain, rage and fear. He would awaken trembling and wet with sweat, cursing his former master for leaving him when he needed him most; for not being there at his first and most crucial test that ended with his sister being taken by the Vong; for abandoning him a second time and shattering his hope for guidance and salvation, especially after his brush with the Dark Side; for treating him like an obligation when Les looked up to him as a hero.
Continue reading