Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order One Shot

One last shot from your trusted blaster cracked open the stormtrooper's helmet and sent him cascading over the cliffside down into the abyss below.

'Hopefully it was just the one.' You thought to yourself as you rummaged through the huts and homes, the previous citizens of this small planet's villages and towns had recently been a victim of the Empire's deathly march in search of people like you. Your desperate searches resulted in no more than a small loaf of spiced bread and something else which you had never seen before, but you presumed it was edible, so you put them both in your satchel for later inspection.

A presence of life caught your attention before the proud voice calling from the entrance of the hut did.

"Stop right there." You put your hands above your head and slowly turned around, the Empire were nothing if not ruthless.

"I'm just here to look." The lightsaber hitched onto your belt quivered under your long, patched coat as you waited for an opportunity to strike.

"That's what you all say." He marched forward, into the shaded sanctuary of the dirt and grass hut.

"You all?" You chuckled. "Good luck with that." The shaft of the saber flew into your hand and the blue blade came crashing down onto the head of the threat.

"Woah." His mossy, green eyes widened but your blade fell into a stasis, falling a fraction of the speed that it was before. As you stood there, unable to move he walked around you, mostly infatuated by your lightsaber but also noting your clothes and general appearance.

He rose his hands and your blade fell quickly again, taking you by surprise.

"You are no soldier of the Empire?" He asked, still on guard, as were you.

"No, I fear if you were, I would be dust by now." He smiled and reached behind him. "What are you doing?" You held your blade defensively in fear of a surprise attack, the light jumped and illuminated the small room.

He pulled out very familiar metallic cylinder and at the wave of his hand a green blade slowly emitted itself from the handle.

"Where did you get that!?" You asked, more fearful now than before.

"From my Master... are you a Jedi?" He asked, the blade retracted back into the hand and his mouth fell open.

"The last of my kind." You clipped yours back onto your belt, still weary but sure he wasn't going to strike you down, not yet anyway.

"There can't be two last Jedis." He smirked.

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Written by Aaron.