Dzhon Miller - Star Wars: Lost Tribe of the Sith: Sentinel

3960 BBY

I think I might have ruined my life.

Sounds like you met a woman, the purple-faced bartender said, pouring. Do you want me to leave the bottle?

Only if I can smash it over my head, Jelph Marrian thought. It was sweetwater, anyway nothing that would help him forget. Sweat dripping from his matted blond hair, he drank deeply. The empty mug glistened, its shaped facets catching the firelight. Jelph twirled it in his hand, following the reflections. Since arriving on Kesh, hed only drunk from orojo shells. But the Keshiri produced such wonderful glassware even here, to serve guests in a paupers way station.

The bartender passed him a bowl of porridge. Friend, you look like youve run all the way from South Talbus.

And more. Jelph didnt add that hed been running practically without pause since the previous evening. Now, as the sun set again, hed stopped, parched and ravenous, here in a hovel nestled in the lengthening shadows of the capital citys walls. Jelph simply nodded to the pleasant old Keshiri and retreated to a corner with his meal. The natives on Kesh always felt freer to be familiar with human slaves than they were with the Sith. They must not have much trouble telling us apart, he imagined; tonight, his soaked, tattered clothes were probably a tip-off that he wasnt born on high.

In fact, of course, Jelph was the only mortal on Kesh born on high. He came from space, although he called no planet home. The three years the former Jedi Knight had spent in his little farmhouse on the Marisota River were the longest hed lived in one place in years. Hed been fortunate to find it. Jelph had discovered the abandoned homestead just days after crashing his starfighter in the jungle highlands, when hunger made him bold enough to go exploring. The original occupant had left long before, probably fearing the stories that the Marisota River was cursed. Sensing the dark side of the Force all around, Jelph had begun to agree until he ventured north and realized that, in fact, the whole planet was under a curse. Kesh belonged to the Sith.

Jelph had devoted his entire adult life to preventing the return of the Sith to the galaxy. Toprawa had been devastated by the Jedis war with Exar Kun; Jelph had been born into a world that had already lost all hope. Fatherless, he heard from his mother only horror stories of the Sith occupation. When she disappeared one morning never to return, the young Jelph might have lost hope, too had it not arrived in the form of Jedi scouts. The woman they introduced him to would save his life.

Krynda Draay had also lost someone on Toprawa her Jedi husband and had assembled a Covenant, a collection of Jedi Knights willing to do anything to prevent the Siths return. Assisting her watchful seers were the Shadows, agents serving her son, another Jedi of great vision. Master Lucien had somehow removed Jelph from the Jedi rolls, giving the young man complete and total mobility. For years, Jelph had been the perfect secret agent, traveling the Outer Rim investigating potential Sith threats while the true Jedi Order occupied itself with matters of less importance. Hed been satisfied with his success

until early in the Republics war with the armored Mandalorians, when everything changed. Jelph never learned exactly what had happened, beyond that some schism had decapitated the Covenant, revealing his existence, among others. Now regarded by the Jedi as an outlaw, Jelph found flight his only option. What irony that, in selecting Kesh as his refuge, hed found the very thing that he had sworn to stamp out!

Jelph finished the meal and rubbed his eyes. Hed done everything right until now. After life as a Shadow, hiding from the Sith on Kesh hadnt been difficult. He knew how to shroud his presence in the Force. And the existence of a class of human nobodies made it easy for him to blend in, so long as he lived in the hinterlands and kept his contacts to a minimum. In short order, he had picked up the local dialect and accent, giving him access to the necessities of life. A life spent tending his farm during the days and working to repair his damaged starfighter at night.

The starfighter. He had completed repairing most of the damage done to the Aurek by the meteor storm; it remained only to reinstall the communications console and select the time and manner of his departure. Then he would have truly been the sentinel hed intended to be, warning the Republic and Jedi of the Sith, and reclaiming his name.

But he had met her. Ori Kitai was of the Sith, and he had gotten too close to her, despite his better judgment. Hed let her distract him from his mission. Hed allowed her into his home. And now she had discovered his starfighter and had gone, presumably to warn the Sith.

Or had she?

Hed left the farm quickly. Thered been no other choice. He preferred not to launch the starfighter without the communications system, which would take a week to reinstall. Catching Ori first was at least worth a try. But he cursed himself now for not studying the clues more closely. Yes, someone had gone through the shed, killed her uvak, and uncovered the starfighter. But it wasnt clear who had done what. Yes, Ori was missing, and her footprints led away up the trail. But other people riding uvak had recently been there, too, and left. Only enfranchised Sith rode uvak but all of them were supposedly hostile to Ori, whom they now regarded as a slave. Had something changed? She hadnt left with them, in any event.

His bet was that the Tribe didnt yet know about his secret. If the Sith uvak-riders had discovered his vessel, they wouldve left someone to protect it. That left Ori. The previous day, when hed been up in the jungle, hed felt a profound pang of betrayal from her through the Force. Hed seen the destruction shed wrought on his tiny farm. And now she was heading toward the capital city with knowledge capable of spreading destruction on a galactic scale.

She had to be. Oris tracks had vanished before the crossroads, but Jelph remained certain she was bound for Tahv. There was nothing but jungle to the east, and no one to tell downstream in the abandoned towns of the Ragnos Lakes. With the monsoon rains choking the Marisota River, fords were out to the few southern cities. That left the capital, a city he had never visited. The center of evil on Kesh, home of Grand Lord Lillia Venn and her whole misbegotten Tribe.

He looked out the window toward the now-purposeless city walls. Where might Ori be? Where would she go? You dont look happy, my friend. The worried old Keshiri took the empty bowl. I always try to have something to serve for the poor. Im sorry its not better.

Its not that, Jelph said, remembering himself.

Ah. The woman. The old man retreated behind the counter. I may not be one of your kind, young human, but I can tell you something universal. You let a woman into your life, and anything can happen.

Jelph stepped toward the door, turned, and bowed. Thats what Im afraid of.

The last visitors filed out of the zoo. That was what Ori had always called it, but the true name was something more complicated. Originally a special park honoring Nida Korsin and the Skyborn Rangers, it had since had the names of two or three other Grand Lords affixed to it, though that didnt seem a particularly high honor to Ori. There had once been wild animals inside, the last members of some of Keshs predator species. But the Sith had long since hauled them out and killed them for sport.

Now the facility served as the public home for the uvak mounts used in rake-riding those few uvak who survived their bouts in that violent sport, anyway. Sith citizens and Keshiri alike came to marvel at the mighty beasts, being pampered and prepared for their matches at the nearby Korsinata.