Purge (narrative)

A narrative interpretation of a series of Star Wars Roleplaying Game missions, posted in multiple parts.

Part 1
Zorquaan Yesh glanced up from his meditation. His Sith master, an old Twi’lek named Krun’dai, was approaching him. Zorquaan rose slowly to his feet. The Quermian had to bend his neck to keep his head from hitting the low ceiling.

Zorquaan wasn’t actually a Sith. He was a Jedi Padawan, almost a knight, who had infiltrated the Sith order, to find their hidden base. The rest of his team should have followed him to Riflor and rescued him, but so far, nothing had happened. Zorquaan was starting to get worried. He couldn’t keep up his pretense as a Sith up much longer – they were starting to realize that he didn’t belong.

Krun’dai tossed Zorquaan a survival backpack. “Come on,” he grunted. “Training’s over. You’re now an official Sith.” Zorquaan froze. He shouldn’t have been accepted as a Sith – he hadn’t passed a single trial. Something had to be happening.

“Report to the gathering arena,” Krun’dai told Zorquaan. “You’re being sent on an important mission. You should feel honored.”

As Krun’dai hobbled over to the next occupied alcove, Zorquaan felt his stomach turn. He had a bad feeling about this…



Halfway across the galaxy, Jedi Master Keesit Vaiin had just as bad of a feeling, but for different reasons. One of his Padawans, Zorquaan Yesh, had gone missing several months ago, after he had boarded a Sith transport. He was supposedly bound for Ryloth, but he hadn’t turned up anywhere.

The three beings in front of him weren’t any happier. They were the other members of Zorquaan’s team, assigned to investigate Sith activity on Nar Shaddaa. They had watched him board a transport with a Sith recruiter, but had lost him after that. Arban Myt, the member of the team who came closest to being their leader; K’ashrél, the group’s S’kytri pilot, slicer, and all-around useful guy; and Tik Ostif, the competent Jedi Guardian. Keesit had called the three of them to his office.

“You’re sure he’s not on Riflor?” Master Vaiin asked, although he already knew the answer. Nobody answered his question – they knew it was rhetorical. The three of them had investigated there multiple times, and Keesit had double-checked their results with a few of his contacts. Zorquaan was not on, and had never been on, Riflor. Obviously, the Sith recruiter had been lying when he had said he was taking Zorquaan to Riflor.

The four beings spent an hour examining maps and charts, trying to find where he had gone. They had the approximate coordinates of the shuttle’s hyperspace entry, and the Sith base would have to be a barren one, to convince Zorquaan that he was really on Riflor. Finally, they had narrowed the choices down to a few planets. “Well,” Keesit said, “This is good. You can leave now – I’ll send some people out to check those planets. You three will probably be on one or two.” Arban, K’ashrél, and Tik left, to prepare for a long journey to find their friend. Little did they know that Zorquaan was coming to them…