Darth Tyrant: Fallen Peace

Chapter 1

Astrie Mell was a normal human. He had dirty blond hair that was a controlled two inches, his blue eyes that glistened river-like, and he wore a typical light brown Jedi robe.

Soon after the fall of Coruscant, which he tried to prevent, Astrie Mell was transported to Tython. Tython was a small but historical planet. It was full of swamps and forests. his favourite place though was the mountains. From there he could see the far plains, endless swamps, and the seas of trees.

Astrie was forced here but promoted to Jedi knight by the council. He wasn't as happy as he thought he would be. The world around him seemed to grow smaller and smaller the more he explored Tython. What was the point of being promoted if he couldn't do anything?

His master, Corvex, was off on a journey to Korriban. He was to infiltrate the Sith training grounds and kill a Sith lord. Astie had wished he could go with him to fight the Sith, but instead, his job was to deal with the Twi'lek immigrant problems. He didn't mind it, it just didn't seem to be the job of a Jedi, but that of a politician.

He had learned to be watchful when it came to politics. Combining basic science with his attunement to the force, mind tricks became practically pointless. He could make a Toydarian dance around his fingertips, with ease. He was especially good when it came to alien culture. For instance, Astrie one day had to work with the twi'leks in teaching them to place barriers to prevent flesh raider attacks. During a dispute with the daughter of the matriarch, he soon realized the social triangle of their race. Quick catching on he politely apologized and fixed his behaviour.

He also had a natural empathy for those he worked with. This gave him an upper hand in negotiations when he mixed it with his wit. This allowed him to twist or bend one's wants to fit his, sadly though this wasn't always the case.

Even though he wasn't the best when it came to politics he always seemed to have a good political face and tone. Not to mention his strange ability to settle a dispute with a neutral agreement. Satele Shan said that he was given a gift by the force. She said, "It cooled the anger" in people.

Astrie's ability in the force had always been "supernatural." He calmed people just by being in the room, and the temperature of his body was always 20 degrees lower than normal (strangely enough this never hindered him). He was gifted with the strange ability, Force judgment, a blast of yellow and orange lightning. He was also able to make it snow on rare occasions. He sadly had no control over his cyro abilities.

"...Your presence is requested by the Wolf council." A voice said off in the distance. It was Ruz, a human padawan.

"What for?" Astrie said calmly.

"I don't know. I never asked." Ruz responded.

Ruz was tall for his age but still stood under Astrie's chest. His dark eyes and skin are what gave him his presence. His skin wasn't naturally dark, instead, he was on a mission to put out a fire and was consumed. He was powerful enough to stop any major damage, but the radioactive flames mutated the colour of his skin.

"Do you ever wonder what the dark side feels like? I mean the Sith use it for conquest. But if it's as powerful as they proclaim it is, why don't we use it for good?" Astrie asked sincerely.

"Sometimes... Hey, wait a minute. You're trying to get out of going. well, I won't be responsible for your sorry butt." Ruz walked away, and Astrie decided it was time to go see what the council wished.

The Wolf Council was made of 5 Jedi Knights. The first was Kiy'aa. She was a blue Twi'lek, her lekku or head tails reached down to her waist. Her eyes were that of a grey storm. The second was Maill Ordo. She was deeply discriminated against for being a Mandalorian (even though they were human), but her green eyes, black hair, and fair skin made her popular with the other Padawans. The third was a Miraluka man, Vellor. He had no hair but it suited his muscular look. His lack of eyes was covered by a big red bandana. The fourth was the shortest of the bunch, an Ewok named Tibleb. His fur was a stripe pattern much like that of a racoon, his black eyes were almost invisible.

The fifth was the only one Astrie actually feared. His name was Worr, a Sith Pureblood. He had unnatural blue skin, his eyes were red, and his lack of hair made him look almost evil. He was by far the strongest and the quietest Wolf clan member. This is why Lorn was surprised when Worr stood up to speak first.

"I have summoned you here to talk about your future in the Wolf clan."

Kiy'aa stayed seated and spoke. "We have consistently offered you a spot in this council, but you have refused twice as much."

Tibleb stood, if he wasn't already, "Yip ruru tibb yut nub nubyub." We request you hear us out.

Now it was Vellor's turn. "Worr has decided you are, qualified, for this diplomatic mission."

"Oh, just get it over with," Maill shouted.

Worr rolled his eyes. "I would like you, under the grandmaster's permission, to go to Taris and find Jedi master Corvex."

Astrie jumped back. "Corvex wasn't near Taris, he was on Korriban. And why would he need rescuing?"

Worr seemed to take control of the conversation, "This is true. He was assigned to Korriban but we believe he, while undercover, became tainted by the dark side. He was reported by a republic squad killing a mass of troopers and civilians."

"That doesn't sound..."

"It doesn't matter. We are to believe that he has turned. Now dismissed." Worr said sitting back in his chair.

This couldn't be, Master Corvex had been his best friend, no brother through all of his training. There was no way he could be tainted by the Sith. All he could do was wait till Satele Shan gave the okay. He was going to find his master, He was going to bring him back to Tython, and if he did turn, he was going to turn him back to the light side. Nothing could stop him.