Star Wars - [Jedi Apprentice Special Edition 02] - The Followers (by Jude Watson)

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THE FOLLOWERS

CHAPTER 1

The hologram flickered and the ghostly figures of Bant Eerin and her

new Jedi Master Kit Fisto appeared in the Temple map room. Qui-Gon Jinn

studied Bant's image carefully, looking directly at her silvery eyes. He

was glad to see the sensitive Mon Calamarian Padawan again. Not only was

she a good friend of his own eighteen-year-old apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi,

but ever since the death of her Master Tahl years ago, Qui-Gon found

himself feeling protective of her.

Bant and Qui-Gon had both suffered when Tahl died, and both still

felt the loss. Qui-Gon knew Bant had continued her training despite her

grief.

But she still does not seem herself, Qui-Gon thought.

Looking closer, Qui-Gon saw that there was something in Bant's eyes

that was not quite right. It wasn't the profound sadness he'd grown used to

seeing when Bant mourned at the Temple, when the pain was still fresh. This

was something else. It took Qui-Gon a second to recognize the emotion.

It was fear. Bant was afraid. The question was, of what?

"Hello Master Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan," Kit Fisto greeted the team, bowing

slightly so that some of his yellow-green head tendrils fell forward around

his shoulders. "I have heard much about you from my Padawan. I am pleased

to have the opportunity to speak with you, though I am afraid what we will

be discussing will not be pleasant"

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had been summoned by the Council the day before.

Nobody had told them why they were to meet Bant and Kit Fisto. Since Kit

Fisto was contacting them from the largely deserted planet of Korriban,

Qui-Gon had at first assumed that the task would be routine.

It only took one look at Bant's expression to know that this would

not be so.

The Sith. Qui-Gon had heard stories about the Sith since he was a

young boy. Every generation of initiates at the Temple knew Sith stories

and legends. They thrilled in telling them to one another late at night

when they should have been sleeping. Qui-Gon's generation had been no

exception.

Although the stories were terrifying enough to have kept young Qui-

Gon awake on more than a few nights, he had always felt that they were

largely invented - myths designed to scare and not inform. Even after

studying Sith history and learning that the Sith had existed and had been

powerful, Qui-Gon remained skeptical.

But his recent conversation with Jedi Master Kit Fisto forced Qui-Gon

to reexamine his beliefs about the Sith.

"Master, do you believe - " Obi-Wan hesitated.

"Do I believe in the Sith?" Qui-Gon finished his apprentice's

question before answering it. Clearly Kit Fisto's report had opened up

questions for Obi-Wan as well.

"Of course I do. You and I have both studied their history enough to

know that the Sith threat was once very real. But we also know that they

were a culture that could not survive. They killed themselves off long ago.

The question remaining is whether or not they pose a current threat." Now

it was Qui-Gon who hesitated.

"How can they pose a threat if they no longer exist?" Obi-Wan asked.

"The danger lies not in the Sith themselves, but in their teachings,

and the ability of those teachings to inspire others to evil. As long as

the Sith teachings survive, there is a potential threat."

"And if someone is spreading those teachings..." Obi-Wan trailed off.

Qui-Gon knew he must be thinking about what Kit Fisto and Bant had found on

Korriban. How could he forget the look of terror on Bant's face as she

described the horrors she and her Master had seen in the valley? Or Kit

Fisto's dark eyes as he told them about the dwelling they had found... and

its chilling contents?

Inside the crude shack were tomes of Sith lore and models of ancient

Sith weapons. It appeared that someone had been compiling every scrap of

information to be found about the Sith, both truth and myth. And scrawled

on one wall was a crude drawing of a Sith Holocron beside a message written

in Sith code. Location known. Follow the leader.

A simple Holocron was not necessarily dangerous. The crystal

information-storage devices were even used by the Jedi. Palm-sized and easy

to transport, Holocrons were an excellent way to store vast amounts of

knowledge.

But the Jedi Holocrons that Qui-Gon had seen were square. The

Holocron drawing on Korriban was pyramid-shaped, a formation unique to the

Sith. And the knowledge contained in a Sith Holocron was infinitely more

dangerous. It focused on dark power and how to gain, use, and manipulate

it.

If one existed, and if it fell into the wrong hands, a Sith Holocron

could be more than deadly.

"We have knowledge of several Sith Sects operating in the galaxy,"

Jedi Archivist Jocasta Nu reported."We monitor them, but until now they

have never given us much cause for alarm. They've never gained large

followings, and their activities are not unlike those of other small

criminal groups. They have always been more of a nuisance than a threat."

Though it had taken him a little while to get used to working with

her, Jocasta Nu was beginning to grow on Qui-Gon. He generally did not like

to use the usual channels for obtaining information. But he'd come to

appreciate Jocasta's straightforward manner. She never failed to provide

Qui-Gon with the information he needed.

"Lately there has been increased activity at one of the higher

learning institutions right here on Coruscant," Jocasta said. "According to

our sources, this is due to a professor named Murk Lundi." She flashed an

image of the Quermian professor onto a screen.

It was not the first time Qui-Gon had heard of Professor Lundi. An

infamous galaxy historian, Lundi was popular with students and admired by

his colleagues. Qui-Gon had even heard him called one of the finest

historians of the era. But he did not understand what Lundi had to do with

the dwelling found on Korriban.

"For the past several years Lundi has been narrowing his focus,"

Jocasta explained. "Now all of his research and lectures revolve around the

dark side of the Force. As his focus has narrowed, his student following

has grown."

Jocasta pushed several student texts toward Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

There were posters for Sith rallies and hand-drawn story strips showing

Sith battles. "His classes are among the most popular on campus. His texts

are so sought after they are difficult for students to obtain." She paused

for a moment. "But there were several of them among the items found on

Korriban."

So that's it, Qui-Gon thought. The Council believes one of Dr.

Lundi's followers gathered the information that was found on Korriban.

Qui-Gon looked up to find Obi-Wan already gazing at him knowingly.

Neither of the Jedi needed to say a word - their next move was clear.

It was time for a crash-course on the Sith.

CHAPTER 2

Obi-Wan pushed his way through the crowd of students and toward the

back of the room without worrying about being spotted. It was not hard to

lose himself in the throng.

The students on Coruscant were so varied that you would have had to

be on fire to get even a second glance. Besides, Obi-Wan and his Master

were the only ones not desperately pushing forward, trying to get a word

with Professor Lundi before class started.

From his spot against the wall, Obi-Wan could just make out the

Quermian teacher's head swaying slightly on its long neck in the middle of

the crowd. Apart from his advanced years and the small black apparatus

covering one of his eyes, Murk Lundi looked a lot like the Jedi Master

Yarael Poof. He was the same species, and had the same commanding presence.

But there was something very different about Dr. Lundi, something chilling

that Obi-Wan couldn't put his finger on.

Across the room, Qui-Gon was also watching the professor, his eyes

narrowed in steady focus. Had he noticed something else? In the din Obi-Wan

considered contacting Qui-Gon on his comlink to hear his thoughts. But at

that moment Dr. Lundi raised several of his arms, signaling that class was

about to start.

More quickly than Obi-Wan could have imagined, the hoard of students

found seats and the room fell silent. The course hall was enormous, yet

every chair was taken. Every spot to stand or lean or sit was filled by a

student, and at least a dozen hovercams recorded the professor's every word

for the students who could not fit inside the room.

Obi-Wan surveyed the crowd. Not only was the turnout impressive, but

each student sat with rapt attention. After half an hour they remained

riveted - there was no sign of drifting or feeling drowsy. Obi-Wan had

hoped to spot a few students who seemed unusually drawn in or somehow

conspicuous. As it turned out, he was the conspicuous one for looking

around while the professor was speaking.

At the front of the room, Dr. Lundi paced in the narrow space not

taken up by students. Taking small steps on his long legs, his body seemed

to float as he spoke. Every now and then he paused, clearly enjoying his

position and his ability to make the crowd hold its breath in anticipation

of his every thought.

Murk Lundi was not at all like the teachers Obi-Wan had at the

Temple. In the Temple, Obi-Wan's instructors were like partners in

learning, guides who wanted to help him discover things for himself and not

just force their own opinions.

Obi-Wan did not appreciate the learning style he was seeing today.

Yet the more he listened to Dr. Lundi, the more he wanted to hear. Soon he,

too, was waiting for the professor's next word.

"No being besides the Sith themselves has ever seen a Sith Holocron.

There are rumors. Yes. There are also drawings and legends and myths.

However, most historians believe that the Sith were so protective of their

knowledge that they destroyed it themselves before letting it fall to the

unworthy. After all, we are talking about beings who killed their Masters

when they had learned all they could from them." Lundi paused and looked at

his students with a sly smile. "Should I be nervous about graduation day?"

Then he went on.

"Some scholars contend that the Sith did not use Holocrons at all,

that they would not have been so foolish as to store so much power in a

crystal that I could hold in my hand." The professor paused, gazing at one

of his outstretched palms. "More power than this galaxy has known in a

long, long time.

"However, if there is one thing I have learned from my lifelong study

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THEFOLLOWERS CHAPTER1 ThehologramflickeredandtheghostlyfiguresofBantEerinand hernewJediMasterKitFistoappearedintheTemple map room. Qui-Gon JinnstudiedBant'simagecarefully,lookingdirectlyather silvery eyes. HewasgladtoseethesensitiveMonCalamarianPadawanagain. Not only wassheagoodfrien...

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