Swil Goes Before The Council

[Swil Kit Fisto]

Swil wandered the halls of the long forgotten Jedi Temple. Jedi were laying on the ground dead, killed by a saber. No doubt Swil had arrived too late. He walked the halls for about an hour, everything seemed to be different, or maybe it was Korriban that he remembered. He finally stumbled into the council chambers, and there was no one.

“Curses, figures the one time I need the council they cower and hide. Pathetic Jedi, they didn’t even stand a chance to this Lord’s strength.”

As Swil turned around to leave he heard a moan coming from behind one of the council seats. “Uhhhnnn… who’s there?” The voice called out.

Swil walked over to see a young Jedi swaying back and forth, with his head out the window, he was bloody and smelled of vomit. A long slash went across his chest, and a large gash covered half his face, that was so bad that his eye had swollen shut. He had attempted to tend to his wounds, but his efforts were futile, due to the severe pain he felt. Swil walked over to him and asked if he needed some help. The young Jedi just looked at him groaned and said, “I don’t feel so good.” He stuck his head back outside and let loose. “Bleh!”

After a moment, someone called up, “Awww, gross! I Just bathed too!”

Swil looked down to see that his apprentice had been hit. “I told you to stay in the ship, Anselm.”

Swil turned back to the Jedi and began to stir the medichlorians within the young Jedi to nurse him back to health, and after a short while, the color had returned to his face, and his wounds fully healed.

“What happened to you?”

“A Sith Lord attacked. I think his name was Tiberian, me and five other Jedi went to attack him, but we were no match. He was just… too strong.”

“The Jedi should have been more prepared for this attack. They should have sensed his presence… What happened to the council?”

“They left just before the Sith Lord showed, they didn't say where they were going.”

“Those cowards! They cling to their lucrative code, and say they’re the defenders of peace but leave their order to the mercy of the Sith, just to save their own skin.”

“Watch yourself there, Lorac Fiien is wise and will make the right decision.”

“No you watch yourself. An imbecile like Fiien would never be put into that position. I knew him. He and I trained together. We used to be good friends, but then I opened my eyes, I showed him and he told the masters. The masters told me that it would lead to the dark side. I didn’t buy it, so I continued to use this power that I had. Lorac caught me using it again on a mission. He tried to get me banished from the order.”

“You’re Master Fisto… aren’t you?” The young one replied

“Not anymore I’m not. I’m just an old hermit with twice the knowledge of any Jedi Master in the order.”

“Would you like to put that up to the test?”

“A chance to show a Jedi how foolish there code is? How could I resist?”

“Good, Lorac will definitely make me a Master after this.”

[Swil Kit Fisto]

“So where shall we duel.” The young Jedi said.

“Here is fine, I will make a fool out of you right here and right now.”

“Oh you will try, but it is you who will be the fool when I am through with you.”

He reached into his cloak and revealed his saber. He switched it to stun, extended the long viridian colored blade, and pointed it to Swil. Swil took his silver saber out from his cloak and did the same. He looked over to the young Jedi and gave him a grin, “Are you ready to be humbled?”

“No, I’m ready to show you how the Jedi fight.”

Swil chuckled, “I didn’t know you guys fought. Very interesting.”

“I’ve had enough of your mouth. Let’s go!”

He ran at Swil as fast as he could. Swil grinned, he knelt down and swept at his feet with his saber. Seeing Swil’s movement, the Jedi went into a back handspring and pushed himself over Swil and threw his saber directly at Swil’s head. Without even turning around and seeing the saber, Swil ducked and the saber flew above his head and stuck into the ground in front of him.

Swil stood up, gave his opponent a glare from the side, and mocked his petty efforts, “You missed, …maybe if I was still a Jedi that would have hit me.”

The Jedi was amazed, and infuriated at the same time. “Wow, I have underestimated your skills, I’m slightly impressed.” He said trying to hide his nervousness, but Swil being a Nautolan, would be like trying to hide a rancor in an open field.

I am a Nautolan, I can sense emotions of people, I know that you are scared stiff. Just then, the Jedi used force push on Swil, and force pull on both his saber in the ground, and Swil's saber. Swil regained his composure and looked up at the Jedi, who was charging again with Swil’s lightsaber in his other hand. Swil was infuriated, “Oh no one touches my lightsaber.” Swil pulled out his short lightsaber, and set that to stun as well. He threw it as hard as he could at the charging Jedi.

Thinking he was being clever, he force jumped over the vertically spinning crimson blade, and landed directly behind Swil, or so he thought. When he landed, Swil was gone.

”I guess I won,” he said to himself, “guess I was too much for him.”

Just then the Jedi felt someone grab his wrists, of course it was Swil. He leaned over to his ear and said, “No one touches my lighsaber.”

Swil jumped up and placed his feet between the Jedi’s shoulder blades, and popped his arms out of their sockets. Fortunately, he controlled his emotions slightly as to not completely rip his arms out.

The Jedi dropped the sabers and began screaming in pain, “Ahhh, ok, ok, ok, you win… Ahhh!”

Swil released his arms and let them flop to his sides. The Jedi fell to his knees crushed from such a sudden defeat. He tried going back to his training, learning to control his emotions, but nothing could help him from this embarrassment.

[Swil Kit Fisto]

Swil used the force to grab his sabers again, and placed them back in his cloak. “I’m sorry to see that this fight turned out to last a mere two minutes. I now see that I was wrong, you are very powerful. You could almost kill a gizka with your new power. Well I guess Lorac will give you that Master rank”

After putting the Jedi’s arms back together, Swil turned around to go finish the transmission he had started. The Jedi recovered himself, and made his way over to Swil, he was still furious. He came up directly behind Swil, and began choking him. Swil took a second to realize what was going on, and regained his composure. Swil focused his energy and made a clone within his head tress.

The Jedi didn’t notice anything until the diminutive nautolan jumped out and brought him to the ground grasping him by the neck. The clone sat on top of The Jedi and beat him until he started seeing stars.

Swil stopped his clone, “Don’t kill him. He doesn’t deserve to die, plus I think leaving him alive would be a better punishment. Just hold him there until I finish the recording. Kill him if he moves again.”

The clone nodded, and threw the Jedi against the wall, and took out his lightsaber. He waited there watching the broken Jedi, bloodied and beaten, as Swil finished the recording.

A new Sith Lord has risen, he plans to overthrow the Republic, and has already began assaults on various planets. The Council refuses to make a decision so I Swil, ex-Jedi Knight, come before you to say, make the decision yourself. You have death knocking on the door, how will you answer it. Will you answer with pacifism, and let it do as it pleases, or will you give it the fight of a lifetime. It is your choice. Make the right one. Swil signing out.

Swil carried him over to the window where he had found him, set him down and said, “This time don’t puke on yourself.”