Star Wars: The Lighthunters – To Save Sakon



"A prisoner's transport to the Cell 1138", Dashit switched on one of communicators. "Seven, are you there? I'm taking the abducted Jedi to AA34."

The door opened immediately. Sakon had his limbs chained and a collar on his neck — in no way could he escape. Tigana was prepared for his likely end — the wound on his stomach was only dressed by droids of a lower class. It was sometimes seen bleeding.

Another door opened. "It was a cell", he thought. Dashit pushed him in, and the elder almost tripped in result. Lying on floor, he didn't expect to be listened to once more.

"What did it change", he heard from the inquisitor, who was then closing the door and turning on light. "The Inquisitorius wouldn't have needed to harm you if you had given up in that place."

"And convicted my apprentices of death at once", the Lighthunter chugged.

Dashit leaned.

"Cos", he said directing his hand to him. "My name is Cos, nice to meet you. And now, let's move on."

"You're easily visible to differ from them, boy."

Under the elder's hood, a small smile appeared.

"You don't want to harm me, your thoughts say that."

Cos Dashit became serious. He looked at the prisoner once more. "His eyes aren't filled with hate", Sakon thought.

"Do you think actions like this give me fun?", he said taking off the hood. "I do what they do for the same reason as theirs."

"For the reason of fear?", Tigana got assured.

The inquisitor thought it over looking at a point of floor.

"I wouldn't call it a fear, Sakon…", he froze for am moment. "Providing I can call you like that."

"Tell me honestly, how many of Jedi have you killed?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it?", the former Jedi proceeded a topic that seemed difficult to his speaker.

"I mean… it may be important to the Empire. It shouldn't be to you", the boy cut off the thread.

Despite his attempt to hide it, Dashit was admittedly beginning to trust the abducted.

"Organa didn't want it to go like that", he whispered. "Neither did I. But trust me, I have to listen to the orders. If I do not, the same thing will happen to me as it happened…"

"…to your victims?", Sakon cut him.

"I've never killed a Jedi!", the boy shouted.

Now the inquisitor's face had turned a far different shape. It did not seem that scary to the Lighthunter as a quarter before.

"I was Eeth Koth's padawan, glad?", he continued. "My master lost during the Clone Wars. Nobody wanted to take me then. The Council also left me, moved to a backup rail. And I was living… hoping to find a master that would teach me one day… I was growing in power, I was growing in the Force", he stopped. "I was growing in hate. When I was twenty, Order 66 took place. They suggested that I turn to their side. But it was the Jedi that rebelled against democracy, against the Republic. I don't want to kill, but the Jedi… I hate them."

"And we're similar at this point", Tigana smiled. "And we're similar."

In the meantime, Sakon's apprentices had safely gotten back to the base on Geonosis. In the main room, where they were taught everyday, one of the Hunters stood up to speak.

"Sakon is our master. We can't leave him like that."

"Notice that master wouldn't like us to risk for him", a taller boy of a lighter skin opposed.

"You're far wrong here, Governor", another of them reposted. "We haven't even finished the training."

"You see?", Governor laughed at him. "Tell me, Jacken, which way would we beat the Inquisitorius while we can't even use our lighsabers well?"

It got silent. Admittedly, Governor was right.

Two individuals were quietly going down the hall. They were undoubtedly nervous, and the taller man definitely gave such an impression.

"Now turn left, grandpa", he said. "You'll deal with it further. You have the north hangar in front. You need to take a TIE. I've opened the door, so…"

"Are you sure, Cos, that you don't want to go with me?"

"My decision has been made. I…", the boy wasn't supposed to finish his speech, because they were attacked backside by three Force users.

Tigana immediately recognized the faces of his apprentices. Jacken was using a green-edged lighsaber, and it was he that was keeping it under Dashit's neck then.

"Let me do that and I'll finish it in this place, sir", he said.

Governor and another Hunder that was standing next to him were looking at their mate's show-off.

"Oh, Jaken, you seem not to remember much of the basis of the light side", Sakon laughed. "Feel free to kill him, but would it be according to your ideas?"

"But he abducted you, sir!", a blond Lighthunter shouted up.

"And now he's been helping me go. Is it anything wrong?"

Jacken looked at his master. He wasn't the same as the one he looked at some days before anymore. His hair was shaved, his clothing was torn, and blood stain occurred on his stomach. He suddenly let the inquisitor go.

"Look!", he pointed to the hall's other end. "It's time to show off our abilities."

And it was true. Two other inquisitor were seen going from the other side with their sabers on. Sakon impulsively reached to his belt, and only then he recalled that he was disarmed.

The blond-haired Hunter pounced on the enemy. He made a set of smart moves, but after a moment he was killed himself by one of the dark side users.

"No!", Governor's shout was heard. When the other inquisitor was approaching them, Jacken used the Force to push him aside.