A train hovered four feet above the railway. The entire railway system was a magnetic field composed of ebon shiny rectangles. They also had a function of one big audiovisual screen. Warnings, advice, advertisements and more were projected on these little black bricks. Passengers couldn't find peace from corporations offering the whole spectrum of products even in dark tunnels of Coruscant's most vital infrastructure. If for any reason train had to stop between two stations, screens were ready to inform everyone about anything they "needed" to be informed.
Turquoise doors slid to the side and people finally started pouring in. Danyen have managed to find himself a place to sit, despite crowded wagon. With both hands, he griped silver case knowing very well, what's inside. Walking around with fancy lightsaber would with lighting speed catch the attention of local enforcers.He needed means to conceal it and case left on the table was an option, because otherwise he might be accused of hiding a weapon under his shirt. Wrapping it in some cloth was also risky. Danyen took also the second lightsaber. Leaving it on the table in headquarters of „just for cover“ organization seemed odd for the least. „I did things my way in the Order, I won't do the opposite because some shady shrink told me to,“ came to his mind. Young ex-Jedi felt more confused than ever. Questions like „Am I really crazy?“ „What have I done?“ „Was this mess necessary?“ swarmed his mind as he tried to guess upcoming future. Then came for him completely different onerous feeling. It happened right away from one second to another.He felt watched, followed. Body started trembling. Heart rate increased. Then a slight feeling of dyspnoea has emerged. All of this seemed weird to him. He wasn't that afraid and current situation, as crazy and dangerous have been, couldn't be the cause of this condition. Neither fear of the future nor recent unstable living environment couldn't have been behind it. Or could have been? „I am being watched. I am being watched,“ the boy whispered nervously whilst checking people around him.Head turned left: Concerned old lady, unintrested worker. Head turned right: Togruta lawyer pretending to not see what's happening. Most terrifying of all were to him his silent whispers because he didn't care at all people will find them weird or crazy. The train has reached its next stop. Danyen without hesitation rushed out even though it been more than an hour of a walk at a fast pace to the bar. „Help, I am being followed!“ That's what he would say, but distrust for his current state of mind took over.He kept swiftly turning around to expose unwanted follower. Always the same result. Civilians not caring at all or even empty streets. Then on one less crowded narrow street, in one metal tunnel would be more fitting description, everything went silent. After several seconds everything turned black as well.
Danyen returned to his senses on a ship. The only thing that lead him to a realization its a ship were in other circumstances calming sounds of engines at ease. His limbs were bonded to a coffin-shaped steel table with five mechanical legs. Four of them were located near its corners. The fifth one was in the middle. Frightened he tried to look around, but steel bond made it impossible to raise the head.When Danyen at least looked to the right, sharp pain surged through his head. It felt like thousands of needles were trusted to his brain and it could have been actually the case because he was wearing a white robotic helmet with outgoing cables eventually connecting to two huge bunches which have lead to the left and right side of the room. There they entered a huge computer-like machine half circling the table.Suddenly back legs of the table began to uplift. Simultaneously have risen a bit the middle leg. Front legs slowly disappeared under the ground. Remaining legs then bent forward so Danyen ended up in almost standing position. Table's very end turned 90 degrees upwards providing support for prisoners feet. „What an unnecessary kindness.“ he ironically remarked.By the closed doors stood two completely soundless men. First was a Weequay in green camouflage uniform. The second was a human clad in a simple black shirt and trousers. To the waist, he had pinned two guns and something distantly resembling thermal detonator. „Lets cut to the chase.“ told almost routinely Weequay. „Old white machine on your head is technology banned a very long time ago because it might as well break the very fabric of society. Republic is giving worst life sentences to anyone who has anything to do with it, but we have it anyway. Machine stimulates patients brain so he thinks and feels anything operator wants.“In the meantime, the man in black went behind computing half-circle. In its middle was a huge touchscreen. Inside a folder, he browsed various programs, then simply tapped on one of them and Danyen ceased to exist.
David Becey dined a fine lobster in a restaurant of a luxury cruise ship. On the other side of the table for two have sat wonderful tan woman in a red dress. From huge windows, they have watched aggregation of stars coloured in every tone of orange.In a blink of an eye, it was again Danyen who enjoyed the flow of existence. Just not too desirable one. „What the?!“„Now, surely you wanna know how it ends.“ Weequay grinned. „But first, you must tell me how someone like you managed to get himself two top tier lightsabers.“ „I am sorry. Cannot tell.“ „I was worried you'll say that. Elerr, now.“
Jared Fye sit handcuffed to public lighting. „No!“Jared screamed as the fist of the armoured Mandalorian bounty hunter pointed at him burning him to death by flames discharging out of it. „Please, please, no.“ Danyen neurotically shooked his head.Weequay bent closer to him like it could help the prisoner to hear him better. „The lightsabers. Where did you get them.“He again started with the shooking, this time not intending to beg for mercy. „No, No…“Flames again embraced his virtual body.Danyen got angry and tried to mess with operators guns through the force. „Leave that be,“ warned him Elerr with almost parental intonation and sent him back to flames.Danyen finally met his breaking point and started crying. „Who are the people that got you these lightsabers!“ yelled Weequay.It seemed that organization which contacted him was telling truth. They were probably really good people because they were enemies of the creatures torturing him. Danyens recent situation has brought loyalty to them. He just needed time to come up with a story.„Payment! It was a payment!“ he shouted. „For what?“ „I did some terrible things. In return I wanted among other things two lightsabers!“„What did you do?“ „Twillek slave. She ran away. I found her and brought her back.“ „What was her name?“Interrogator looked at him in distrust. „Sonea. Sonea Wivwe.“ „How did she look?“ „Blue eyes. Green skin. Small nose. She had only one earring.“ „From where she escaped?“ „Some usurer, street 301568.“ „You idiot! I know you are lying. We know who are your friends, you are just going to help us trace them!“ „I am not lying. Please, please trust me.“Weequay stayed silent.„No.“ whispered Danyen, tension building inside him. „No...“Both capturers have stopped talking to him, but eyes of the man in camouflage were telling enough.„No! Please! Don't do It!“ Scream did not help. Boy was once more sent to the place of hopelessness and burned down skin. Another two hours kidnappers were trying to get information out of him, but he just kept crying and melodramatically pleading. Pauses between the burning were almost as horrifying as torture itself. Knowing what's to come crushed soul to its very limits of desperation and suffering.Danyen however stuck to the made-up story using screams and begging as a coping mechanism. No matter what hell they unleashed on him, it lead only to bigger and more emotional screaming or begging.When they got him on verge of madness, Elerr injected him with poison. „You are about to die in twenty minutes, you know what you have to do to get the antidote.“Not only it didn't scare him. Danyen felt happiness and accomplishment. Mission was successful. „Perhaps I have helped. Perhaps this is the noble life they promised.“ the boy thought.Next minutes of his life prisoner spent continuing the charade.
Elya nervously walked around windowless briefing room. She has become a prototype of a Jedi student. Only eighteen years old woman was however not aware of it. The Jedi academy embodied stress and doubt in last years. The Council needed as many Jedi as possible without sacrificing the quality and reputation of the Order. The catalyst of this decision which resulted in hundreds of exhausted and paranoid students was obviously the cold war between the Republic and the Empire.Jedi needed to be ready for full-scale war, but somehow it seemed the more they are trying to achieve „readiness“ the further away they get. Every improvement has only cast light to other insufficiencies. Thoughts of inadequacy haunted Elya as well. Questions like „Have I failed them?“ „Am I inferior to them?“ „Do I bother them?“ ran through her head daily.The success helped to deal with these doubts, but they were never truly gone.From the holoprojector placed upon the long metallic table appeared Pau'an veiled in a red robe with the huge collar reaching to the back of his head. The blue blurred hologram didn't make recognizable the colour of his robe. Neither the dark red around Pau'ans eyes. What did Elya see was a bald man with periodic furrows vertically circling entire face.She winced slightly when looking at him but immediately took full control. It seemed he noticed it nevertheless. Somewhere deeply in her soul the thought arose: “This will be the topic of my next overthinking.” “My name is Fiedo Tize. Your new master.” said alien in a monotone voice.“It is a great honour!” Elya gasped happily.Her professional mask faded away because of a sudden rush of happiness, but again she managed to take control of herself fastly and precisely.“Master,” Elya added in a more calm manner. “Good. I will contact you through your intercom very soon. Until then, continue with your studies on Tython.” “Yes, master.”Tize wanted to end call there, but his new apprentice suddenly blurted: “Master forgive me but…” “Yes?” “My friend Danyen Wanei. He was kidnapped.” “I have heard about it.” the man stated emotionlessly.“It must have been The Sith! We have to find him!” “Republics finest enforcers are doing everything they can. Naturally with the full support of the Jedi Order. We will speak again, once you learn to control yourself.”With that blue holo-image disappeared. Elya was in disbelief. Her friend got kidnapped and to her, it seemed no one cares. She didn’t even know whether she is still Jedi Padawan. The whole conversation felt messy. “Now you have really done it,” she said quietly. In her head everything she worked for felt endangered. The girl left a room almost crying.
Danyen's dreams were caught in between the world of matter and the world of force. “Some patients cant be helped.” “And to some even more.” The answer didn’t make any sense, but it made sense to him. In his mind the sentence meant everyone is so different than he is, the whole concept of their help doesn’t match the concept of help he needed. Danyen was more than beyond help.He was someone rare, extraordinary. This way his soul could deal with the fact Rekka and later most of the students took him for a freak.“How did go the procedure?” “Good. PTSD will be intense, but it can be dealt with.” “Thank you, doctor.”Danyen opened eyes to see two people talking. His vision was blurred, he could only see the silhouette of a person dressed in white and, shockingly, a hooded Jedi. The white spot walked away to be replaced with a black one. “The results are pretty good.” black spot has said.The voice of the black stain belonged to the torturer Elerr. Immediately Danyens breath intensified. He could almost see clearly when suddenly figures noticed he is awake. Then faintness took him again.It took many hours for him to finally get up. His bed was made of the wavy flexible black substance. In the corner of the room stood a silver humanoid robot, observing yet not saying anything. The sleeping chamber was located next to the interrogation room. Just the sight of its doors gave the boy intense dread. Danyen turned right and exited the ship through the main corridor. Sounds of machines driving around made very clear the ship was open.
Danyen opened his mouth in awe when he realised he is on the space station and it was not the only surprise waiting for him outside the ship.“You.” he murmured. “Yes, it is me.” sarcastically confirmed Elerr rising his eyebrows in amusement.Danyen was too confused to make decisions or have conclusions of any sort. His anger, hostility on the other hand took completely over. He approached the torturer, grabbed him by a shirt and tried to punch him with a right hand. Elerr bent down, efficiently dodging the attack. Then he took boy’s left hand and spun with it.Meanwhile, a Jedi in a dark brown robe approached them. The mysterious man stretched out a right hand in direction of a prisoner as he screamed in suffering, because of his twisted arm. “You can release,” he said. Elerr instantly let go. Danyen turned ready to continue fighting, but suddenly the most primal feelings of hostility were gone. “Who are you?” “Those who contacted you in the first place.” said the Jedi while continuing to soothe prisoner’s mind.“You are lying!” “Those are exact copies of letters you've got.” “Those are exact copies of letters you've got from us.” Elerr gave him of all the secret messages.Danyen still had a hard time not attacking the man, but he took the lists. They’ve spoken true. Everything was in there to the letter.“You have hurt me beyond imagining...” “We had to make sure you won't talk and you almost didn’t,” Jedis's face was still partly covered by the brown hood. “You have been warned,” Elerr added.“Almost didn’t?” “Your thoughts, in the end, have exposed you. The machine did monitor impulses in your brain. From them, we could put together words said in your mind. We haven’t only tested your will, but your very psychological being.” “You are insane.” “You will understand very soon, things we do are top secret, we couldn’t take chances.” “Even If what you are saying was true, I am a broken man. You cant destroy people willing to work for you,” Danyen lamented.Jedi approached him and out of the blue hit him to the face. Danyen fell to the ground. Blood from his lips immediately started to rush, but only thing boy gave aggressor in return was gaze in a boundless hatred.“You seem to function quite well.” Jedi concluded. “Not to mention you still haven’t fallen to the dark side,” Elerr interjected. “Please, stand up.”Danyen obeyed since he felt some kind of sincerity in their words.“I am master Noyl Rae. The gentleman you have met already on the ship is Elerr Trynes.”Danyen stayed silent still sceptical of the entire situation. “Our organization doesn’t have a name,” Noyl proceeded. “But sometimes we call ourselves simply The Murderers.”Danyen sharpened. “Murderers? Why murderers?” “Our purpose is to kill the most dangerous enemies of the Order,” Elerr Trynes explained dead serious. “What?” the boy asked not in anger or hostility, but pure confusion. “You probably thought to this day the Jedi are peaceful, law respecting guardians of the galaxy and its mostly true. Sometimes however Order must be uncompromised by vague values,” Noyl said. “Uncompromised? Vague values?” Danyen shook his head in disbelief. “What does it mean?” “Justice can be blind and slow. Order must have the means to protect itself and others with efficiency and power.” “Take me back to Coruscant,” Danyen ended the conversation and returned to ship.“It's your right.”
Danyen was sitting and waiting in the co-pilot seat when the man he has met in headquarters of Brotherhood of the force came to him.“You are the psychologist I have met on Coruscant.” “ Yes, they asked me to talk to you one last time before you leave.” “I am not going to join you,” he refused again.” “Why you despise us so much, haven’t you always did things your way as well?”Danyen stayed silent for a moment. Then replied:“Even Jedi Order must respect the law. Otherwise, we are just…” “Murderers?” the psychologist asked and after a short pause continued: “Let me show you something.”From a pocket, the man pulled little round holoprojector. He activated it and the projector showed a Rhodian. “ This man paid 50 000 credits for a head of any Jedi. It could have been Elya.”Danyen looked to the psychologist's eyes not knowing what to think.„Nothing is going to change. You will be a Jedi. You will be guardian of the helpless. You will answer to the Order. Only thing different is that you wont be bound by ideals which cannot be respected anymore. Become a Jedi Murderer, Danyen.“