3rd person
Evil is everywhere.
Evil destroys, tortures, corrupts.
Evil is loud, but it is also silent.
...
Good is everywhere.
Good creates, heals, inspires.
Good is benevolent, but it is often passive.
Good versus evil...
On that fateful day, as the military-industrial factory on Irisella met its end...
Which triumphed?
Good, or evil?
Anakin
After successfully repelling the Rainbow Dragon, I jumped ship, diving into the sea of fire.
Luckily for me, the ocean wasn't boiling.
Gliding underwater, I jetted toward the general direction of the isle.
Eventually, I surfaced.
As I waded through the shallows, I used the force to fashion a path through the infernal landscape.
Even the beaches were ablaze; their sands had been blackened with pollutants prior.
Finally escaping the flood of flames, I wiped the sweat off of my forehead.
"R2, I'm ready for pickup." I informed the clever little astromech, speaking into my wrist communicator.
"Beep boop beeeeeep." R2 acknowledged.
With a quick skyward glance, I easily identified the aethersprite up in the clouds, headed for my current position.
My little blue buddy was as clever as ever.
'Good.' I thought to myself, kicking the sand.
I needed to return to the factory as soon as possible... Obi-wan was probably already upset with me.
Suddenly, I caught wind of a distinct sound...
The sound of footsteps on sand, hundreds of them.
Turning around, I spotted a stampede of Umidori barreling toward me.
Sea-green skin... black, abyssal eyes... sharp, serrated teeth...
"Woooooooo!"
"Yeeeaaaaaahhhhh!"
"Woooohoooo!"
They cheered and hollered...
The children reached me first.
"How did you do that? The flame-push thingy...!"
"Teach me!"
"Do it again!"
They immediately crowded around me, pulling at my robes and armor.
Charming, but I was short on time.
"Easy there..." I voiced, holding back a toddler as he attempted to gnaw one of my metal fingers off.
Suddenly...
"Mister Jedi!" I heard a youthful voice call out.
"Athina...!" I stated out loud, seeing the wheelchair-bound girl from earlier; her brother wheeled her so that she was in front of me.
The one-eyed kid stared at me for a good bit, looking up and down as she scribbled on a piece of paper on her lap.
Still keeping tabs on R2, I witnessed my buddy begin his descent.
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The Weakest Jedi
Fanfiction*OC version of The Weakest Jedi.* The story of a young boy and his foolish dream. Born into the hellish underworld of Coruscant, Zevon was found by the Jedi at a young age and welcomed into the order. There's a slight problem, though... Zevon's forc...
