An encounter with a Jedi that isn't so pleasant or heroic.
He's finally quieted.
We've been quiet for a while now, hoping to escape attention. Lan is hardly breathing next to me, sitting very still in a tight position with his eyes squeezed shut. I don't blame him, and I would almost join him, but I can't keep my eyes off the Jedi. I doubt the Jedi can see Lan or me from where we're sitting, behind this shattered control panel that he blasted with his Force powers; but I also have no doubt that he knows we're here, regardless of whether Lan's eyes are shut or not.
I wonder if the Jedi knows this isn't our idea.
He's standing still, wavering a bit as if he's exhausted.
Did we sign the bill? No, the Senate did. Did we want to hunt Jedi? No, the Chancellor said it was a 'sad necessity'. I guess it's Emperor now, which seems a bit odd for a man claiming to love democracy, but no one really dares to argue with him at this point. Certainly not me. And I know the Jedi don't have a choice; Palpatine picked their side for them.
The Jedi turns to face in my direction, and I stop breathing.
A young man. Definitely an adult – I had been able to tell that before when the Hunter dragged him half-drugged aboard this picket ship – but . . . young. He's younger than me, with power like that. But those eyes, that glow in them, that's not normal. He blinks at me, looking almost ordinary for a moment, then brushes his hand through his brown hair.
He looks puzzled when he finds his hand smeared with blood, and I shudder.