Home Is Where Your Family Is

Rhysio Thorne

I heard the beautiful humming of my light sabers increase in pitch as they neared a droid deca's body. It seamlessly cut through it, and I turned to another droid. This one was a commando droid, which meant bad, plus worse. I decided my best move would be to force push it away and hope it got demolished by the battle around me. I did so, and lost sight of the droid in the surrounding tumult. I motioned to the clones behind me, and they charged. I had trouble keeping up.

Now, I know that sounds pathetic, but seriously, I'm, like, 15. Well, 14, but that's not the point. Anyways, I ran into battle with them, the droids melting before us. AUTHORS COMMENT: I LOVE PUNS, IF YOU DON'T, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!

I gotta hand it to these clones, they really get the job done! Well, I guess I should give you a little backstory.

Let's see...... Oh, right; I'm a Jedi padawan, so I don't really remember. I'm actually quite young for a padawan, and I'm very proud of myself (but all this war stuff isn't really my jam. I mean, I would rather be reading, or meditating, or basically anything else worthwhile. But it's the hand I've been dealt, and complaining won't really help anything....).

Right; back to business. I'm from Mandolore, which basically means I should hate all things Jedi. But I don't, which is good, seeing as I am one. I was taken from my home when I was too little to remember, so naturally, I don't miss it. I heard I have a sister. Maybe I'll meet her someday. My parents... Well, I think they are "at one with the force," if you know what I mean.

So, back to the future... Wait, no; sorry, back to the present: I'm fighting droids, everything is going good, and we're plowing through the ranks... I mean, literally plowing. There is a yoke of oxen joining the charge with us. Weird.

I'm pretty sure I've been shot in the arm, but it's all good; I mean, someone has to get shot, right?

Oh, right, I forgot to tell you about my light sabers. I have really weird light sabers. They're black, with purple swirls that are constantly , well, swirling. When I made it, I wanted it that way, so I took two sets of four crystals; one purple, and three black, to each set. It took me a whole year to find them, and once I had them all, I set them on a table, and one set at a time, I thought about them blending together to form one crystal. My masters were there to see it. They say it was the most miraculous thing that ever took place in the force! When most people see them, they stare. They are sooooooooooooooo beautiful. They are the deepest colors ever. And some times, little flakes of silver make their way into the blade. They seem to like to make deep noises, like a cello, instead of the buzzing sound a normal saber would make. It's hilt is made of beskar, which is a metal only mandolorions know how to work. It is resistant to just about anything, including lightsabers.

When I had finally made the crystals, I received a package. Inside was two light saber hilts. They seemed as if they were made just for my sabers. They are silver, with red engravings on them. I didn't know what they said until a month ago, when I asked a droid about them. One of them says, "Don't forget who you are." the other one says "I will be there." They are written in Mandolorion, which is a very obscure language, and is most often used to curse in. One day, though, I'll find out what they are meant for...

One day.

They have awesome hand guards that bear the emblem of the Jedi. They cover my whole hand, and have nice cushioning on the inside of the hand guard. The person who made them also made the metal just thick enough that it warms up my hands on a cold day, but otherwise it's unnoticeable. The Force tells me that I was once very close with the maker of these beautiful pieces of art, but I just don't see how I could have been, because no one I know knows Mandolorion.

Good grief! I've been jabbering on so long, that the battle is almost finished. We have made it into the city, and the last resistance is crumbling, and a lot of the buildings, what happened there? I glance down at my arm, and notice it is bleeding. I should probably get some bacta on that.

I make my way over to a medic, and ask if he has any spare bacta strips.

"Yes, commander," He replied, and threw me a whole package.

"Thank you," I say. I open a strip and place it on my skin. The cold, wet strip stings at first, but I get used to it soon. I walk into what looks like the remains of a shop and start to meditate.

Oh wait, I forgot.

My name is Rhysio Thorne.