A return home

The Circle Closes

Hidden in the deep swamps of some backwater world lay Dian'jie's small spacecraft. If a spacecraft ever needed a clean, this was it. As he boarded it he lovingly patted it's battered hull, remembering a better time. He smiled gently. The time he left Tython. The spacecraft was much cleaner then, life was simpler too. And he had his fellow Jedi close at hand, even friends. Things were good. Perhaps it was here the first pangs of pride had entered. Young, knighted. Then quickly having his own padawan, who was also quickly knighted and who went on to have padawans' and knights of her own. Pride...perhaps that is where all this started.

But now, all that was gone, a faded distant memory.

"How the hell did I get here" he whispered as he glanced over at the orange horizon of another sunset.

His nostalgia quickly ended with a scowl and a sneer. "That's right, I'm here, they're not. Hiding behind their self-righteous temples. Picking fights they can win." He spat, "cowards".

"T7" he bellowed. "We're leaving"

T7=yes master. Jedi=angry?

"Don't call me that, just do it"

T7=coordinates?

Dian'jie showed T7 the datapad he had taken from the apprentice he had cut down earlier with the co-ordinates on it.

T7=confused. Master, we are going back there? Why?

"To end this charade. One way or another."

T7=co-ordinates on Dormund Kaas laid in master. Taking off now.

Dian'jie's trip and landing on Dormund Kaas was surprisingly easy. As he landed and exited his craft he was met by a beautiful woman with green eyes.

"Hello" she purred

"Hello mother, we meet at last"

Taken aback, she then smiled at her son's insight. "Indeed. Let's go, I hate this infernal rain."

Seated in Sirenna-dei's residence Dian'jie finally spoke again.

"So why am I here mother? To join you and the sith order?"

"Straight to the point aren't you son? Then tell me. What love do you have for the Jedi Order? You left Tython years ago, have never returned, and have wandered all over the galaxy. Tell me, what have you been looking for"

"You don't know mother? You who have keep such close tabs on me? Arranging certain 'encounters'. For what? To turn me into a killer? Mother, you are a killer. I know my father was too. Why wouldn't I be born one?

"You think you're a killer?" Sirenna-dei laughed her cold laugh. "Let's see, follow me"

Dian'jie rose, and followed his mother into a large study. On the wall, chained (and clearly tortured) was his father.

Sirenna-dei watched her son closely, how would he react. What would he do? Dian'jie's face gave nothing away. Stone. Good, thought Sirenna.

"You know son, your father is a bit...erractic"

Hu'thrane raised his head and opened his eyes.

"You know he is responsible for the death of a number of Jedi. You might know one of them. A Jekab Trask?
There, there a crack in Dian'jie facade was made. Ha, hit a nerve. "Oh you do know him?"

"One of my few friends from the academy on Tython"

"Oh, so sorry to hear that my sweet" Sirenna-dei purred. "Oh well, can't do anything about that now"

"She's lying son, I never...not after..." Hu'thrane's head sunk once again to his chest.

Enough, enough of this charade Dian, end this all now, his mind screamed at him. Yes this is why he had come here again. Ok, enough. Time to finish all this.

"Dear father, didn’t you know? A green jedi that leaves Corellia is cursed?"

Sirenna-dei smiled. This was delectable. She never thought that this day would truly come to pass. Oh she had hoped, dreamed. And now it was playing out in front of her. Her pulsed raced. He’s going to do it, her mind screamed with glee.

Dian’jie stepped closer to his bound father.

“You are my son!”

Yes I am. But you forgot, I’m her son too. And lets get to the truth of the matter. You died long ago father.

The words stuck harder than anything Hu’thrane had experience in his long combative life. Dian’jie noticed.

Truth hurts father? He spat. Then in a gentle whisper, undetectable to Sirenna-dei “The truth will set you free dad”

Dian’jie leaned in closer. His lighersabre hilt in hand. He placed it over his fathers heart.

“Tell me your precious Jedi code father”

Hu’thrane first looked incredulously at his son. You know I have no love for the Jedi or their code. Puzzled he began to recite.

Emotion, yet Peace.
Ignorance, yet Knowledge.
Passion, yet Serenity.
Chaos, yet Harmony.
Death, yet the Force

As Hu’thrane completed the last line Dian’jie leaned in close and whispered slowly and deliberately in his fathers ear.

“Death, yet the force”

Leaning back, father and son locked eyes, Dian’jie saw understanding in his fathers eyes, then peace. Dian’jie’s lightsabre hummed into life, immediately piercing though Hu’thrane’s heart.

Sirenna-dei’s scream of pleasure filled the room.

“WHAT!” her pleasure filled scream suddenly changed.

Where the corpse of Hu’thane Lan should be, hanging from his bonds on her wall, there was nothing. Only a pile of clothes on the floor. Hu’thrane’s clothes.

“I didn’t kill him mother. I set him free. But you. You I’ll kill”

Sirenna-dei smirked. “You can try son. But I have no need of you anymore. A shame, you could have been a great Sith”

“Who says I won’t? Either way, your meddling is done”

The duel that played out between mother and son, would have seen to any onlooker as a ballet. Fast, beautiful. Rhythmic.

But as usual with Dian’jie’s foes, especially the Sith, they would eventually crack under his dogged, persistent, wearing down style of combat. His mother was no different. Her anger and frustration building.

Dian’jie saw an opening and began to move to exploit it, yet he stopped and backed off ever so slightly.

“What’s wrong son? Scared?”

“Nope, just knew you aren’t done yet”

Sirenna-dei sneered. For the first time, a glimmer of uncertainty entered her mind. Every fight she had had, she was the instigator. Had the advantage of surprise, of where and when the fight would take place. This was different. She never thought Dian’jie would fight her. She cursed her own mistake in underestimating her son. And now with her latest feint not catching him off guard she began to analyse what would.

“Flee” her mind whispered to her.

She glanced at the open door behind her patiently waiting son. “Going somewhere mother?”

Quick as lightning she feinted to the left and then force leaped to the right making for the door, only to have the door slammed closed.

“Try again mother”

Sneering she leaped again, sailing over her son to the window opening up to Dormund Kaas. She felt the crushing weight of the force grab her whole being and slam her with impossible force into the ground, ending her futile flight to freedom.

Before she could recover, Dian’jie, as quick, cold and as merciless as she, had closed the gap and without hesitation or a word plunged his lightsaber through her back and into the cold stone floor.

The last thing Sireena-dei remembered was the smell of her own burning flesh.