Serenno.

I know it's time.

I know she'll suffer.

Deep underground, I created one hiding place.

It was a small room, a small room.

I created a room specifically for one object. To work with one artifact.

The material on the walls was inert to the Force. This is to shield what happens here.

It is necessary to pass three hundred and thirty-three steps of spiral staircase, dropping all the way down to get to the room.

It's time to start a new game.

Zannah was following me.

She was having fun.

You bet she did!

You have to follow a certain conversation scenario to trick an evil uncle.

And the evil uncle had long been angry and angry. He shook his fists and was almost like the real thing.

In the dim light of the chemical light brought before us, Darth Andeddu was screaming and shouting.

Or rather, his image from the holocron.

Prakit.

I remembered the name of the planet. For six months, my scouts searched for old maps, then laid out a new course.

I got the holocron from Andeddu fans.

Why? Sneaked out, called, found it.

There wasn't any pretentious Darth Bain-style fights.

I just sneaked in invisibility, took off and ran.

A month's flight back there, a month's flight back, that's the whole operation.

In that time, the holocron camera was set up.

Among the items we recovered from the Korriban, there were several Force batteries.

So they fed power to the holocron. It forced the holocrown Andeddu to be in reality all the time.

I myself only spoke to the ghost of the deceased Lord once.

It was on a ship, but it was enough to admit that the canon wasn't wrong, the dude had an unusually injurious and skittish character.

All right, you're gonna eat your negative with a big spoon.

Except for the Andeddu holocron, there was a Jedi holocron handbook. The Jedi holocron also had the Power and the Phantom Guardian present in the room.

I set him up so that he would catch the key words and start lecturing with a spruce voice on a given topic, without interruption.

As a result, after a month of being in the same room as this person, Andeddu finally changed his mood.

I gave a mental command and the Jedi went out.

Zannah and I sat down next to each other on the floor.

It was interesting to see the ghost of the first person to take the title of "Darth."

"Hello," a apprentice waved her palm.

The Andeddu scrimped on a Jedi holocron:

"Hello."

My next one came, and I started a lesson for my apprentice:

"Apprentice, you have before you the image of a dead Sith lord named Darth Andeddu. He's funny."

"Funny?" The ghost is outraged.

The Jedi holocron keeper turned on and started broadcasting:

"FUNNY. Delivering fun, serving fun. Interesting. It's a funny picture. It's a funny story. Funny kid."

"Stop it!" moaning for Andeddu.

He was clutching his ears, but it didn't help in his condition.

The thought team of me and the Jedi is changing the record:

"Stop, stop it. Stop doing anything. Put an end, limit something. Stop the debate. Stop negotiating. Stop getting to know each other. Stop smoking."

"Aah!" shouted to Andeddu.

The image of a Jedi blinked and went out.

"Watch my lips."

For better understanding, I waved:

"You're nobody here and you don't have a name. If you resist, this Jedi holocron will eat your brain. Do you understand me?"

Andeddu wouldn't take his eyes off my hand on a Jedi holocron, he'd throw his head up fast.

The Sith ghost smiled.

The Dark One can always understand the Dark One.

Well, that's good.

There's something to work with.

***

Coruscant.

Four years me and Zannah were preparing for surgery.

I look at the girl and I'm happy.

No, not her accomplishments. Zannah's great.

I'm happy with myself. I was able to keep up with her. She really couldn't beat me. She was stronger. But she was a young girl. I was a strong man with an old man's brains.

It was time to change that.

"Now you're ready, apprentice."

I just wanted to cheer the girl up before a long separation.

So I put my hand on her shoulder and sent a wave of confidence and warmth.

I nodded thoughtfully, wrapping a golden curl around her finger.

Dusk reigned in the lower levels, where no light had penetrated. In artificial light, the power was saved.

Eternal dull smell, noise of long-unserved fans that pumped air, small rooms of social housing, gloomy, wary reasonable.

The recognition of the capital's gloss.

I did not need a apprentice who would spin among rich children, detached from the understanding of ordinary people. Zannah was doing well in all sectors of society.

On Serenno, we would go once a week to all sorts of slums and girls, and then the girl would meditate, tuning in to the general aura of the neighborhood.

In the aura there were echoes of thoughts of all living people, their great sorrow, their little joys, their hopes and despair.

Sometimes a apprentice would explode and run away to establish visual contact with the most intelligent person who was most interested in her. It is easier to make a closer mental connection.

And now we've been living on Coruscant for over a year, in the 2,000-37 sector.

A small three-room apartment where one of the rooms has been converted into a server room. There is a hangar rented for many years ahead with a refueled and maintained shuttle ready for departure.

There's plenty of money. A lot of money has been laundered through Hetton. But personally I, and at my instigation and Zannah, are supporters of a modest lifestyle.

Why do I need more things than is really necessary?

The only thing I have is something that fits in a small bag.

From transport, my King, where we fly to warm up at a local resort...

Zannah has a sports model on which she scatters around Coruscant for fun.

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Blimey Sith, she doesn't even have a swimsuit!

Like me, she prefers to swim naked.

And no sexual tricks. I'm not a pedophile.

Of course, her boyfriends have rolled up on the beach more than once, but a light touch by the Force and they lose interest.

Although there's something to see and touch. She's got a nice sports figure, tight tits, all with her.

Zannah made good use of her strengths. She's got a fuse for Lenny Klug, big shot with the local gangsters. He thought I was the elder brother of his beauty, patronizingly clapped on the shoulder at meetings, indifferently asked about life.

He used to drive a girl in a luxury car, take her to expensive restaurants, rent luxury apartments for "love nights".

And then in the morning he shone with happiness. Induced suggestion and masturbation can completely satisfy any man.

After about a month of meetings, the girl began to travel with him to business meetings and even a couple of times participated in shootings.

In Serenno training camps she was trained to handle various firing things, and the accuracy with which a gifted man can shoot is also clear by default.

So Aurelia, as the apprentice's name was here, soon became something of a gang mascot to three hundred bullies.

Well, why? "The business meetings" she attended always ended in Lenny's favor. One easy force on the mind, and the opponent is at least ready to "understand and forgive".

Aurelia's enemies are stacked with tutus. Beauty, and the boss after "nights of love" is not as evil as usual.

Tonight we finally waited for the event we needed.

Hetton, dealing with the soldiers of his "front", thought that we are engaged in creating a legitimate base to strike the Senate. These chatterboxes might take offense at his movements and decide to send ships to disassemble.

His plans were to crash buildings, take hostages. The dude's really freaked out.

He didn't want to understand that the best secret base is the one they won't be looking for. And there's one already on Coruscant.

A week ago, the servers finally caught a message that the Pantier family of Alderaan was taking one of their offspring to a Jedi temple. The boy was gifted. All of this was presented in a pomp. For thousands of years, the family has served the Republic.

It's the right thing to do.

"Night of Love". And so Lenny is burning with the desire to take the boy hostage.

The servers have calculated the exact date of arrival, and the landing corridor to a site near the temple.

There must be journalists there by now, and the family will be broadcasting all kinds of nonsense on camera. PR, in a word.

Comlink on the apprentice's arm squeaked and she nodded:

"Here we go."

Jump on the King and take off.

Three rockets hit the landing ship. Two more entered directly into the left and right repulsors. The ship did not survive such mockery and, densely smoke of holes, began to fall slowly. The ship fell gently, it compensated for Coruscant's gravity with the three remaining repulsors.

To honor the pilots, they were able to plant the ship on an even keel, even managed not to break the trees in the park adjacent to the Jedi Temple.

They plunged into the clearing and, while the passengers were slowly regaining consciousness, the airlock was opened. The guards of the Pantier family even managed to fire several shots into the aperture, but were literally swept away by a barrage of killer precision fire.

The bursting figures in different armor grabbed the boy of five years old in rich clothes and, having killed the survivors, rushed to the exit.

Dashing speeders were already waiting for them there, and the kidnappers had dissolved into the stone jungle of Coruscant.

***

I was admitted to the Jedi temple.

That's exactly what happened.

The Jedi master who was doing this difficult business was so full of pathos, so thick that when I asked the only question, I immediately regretted it.

But in order.

Lenny's thugs took Magnus Pantier to a creepy secret base.

Deep down on the very surface of Coruscant, several buildings were turned into a bastion with signs of strife on the walls.

Inside it was dirty, half of the rooms were intended to be used for various purposes, while the other half was filled with garbage which local relatively intelligent organisms threw down when they thought of cleaning their rooms.

As we walked down the corridor, one woman was just dumping household waste.

But the rooms intended for Lenny were quite decent, if it weren't for the environment.

It was my first time here, so I took a look around.

Lenny, lazily falling apart on the sofa, wasn't happy with the greeting:

"Baby, why did you come here with your brother, too?"

Busy, gracefully wiggling her hips, walked up to him and smacked her lips.

"I missed you, Rankor," she twisted.

Lenny picked up and waved at me:

"Sit down, why are you up?"

I wasn't proud, dropped my bag on the floor at the entrance and sat in the chair across the street.

"Honey, can I see the boy? I've never seen anybody near the aristocrats," Zannah continued...

Her eyes flashed for a moment, barely perceptible on a blue background with golden sparks, and the bandit gave the order.

The boy was ordered to be brought in by a bandit who looked a lot like me.

And the one who flew away from Hetton...

When I arrived at Coruscant, I became smoothly shaved.

Bald. Well, what's the big deal? I, too, have the right to cosplay Bane.

The bandit pushed the little Pantier into the room and came in himself.

The boy was obviously fastened, that's good.

Psyche's normal.

The key with the unfocused look froze in the chair with the dick in his hand.

Busy instantly flew to the gangster who came in, and for a moment froze, looking into his eyes. He, too, fell into a stupor for a second, then turned around and went out, closing the doors behind him.

Okay, now everybody's gonna know the boss is out of sorts and won't risk coming in. We don't need much time.

Zannah went up to the boy I had put to sleep and sat next to him in a meditation pose.

She looked at me:

"It's not too late to play another way, teacher."

I was pounding myself, but I can't back down.

I shook my head:

"It's okay. It's necessary for everyone. Here we go."

The boy was to the left of the pupil, I lay to the right.

I smiled:

"I told you, that you were ready. Do you remember?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

It came out erotic.

I closed my eyes.

"Here we go. In the name of the Force."

The apprentice's palm soothed with coolness, fell on her forehead and her voice uttered:

"In her name."

"Let your mind rest easy

Sleep well my friend

It's only our bodies that betray us in the end

Well I awoke last night in the dark and dreamy deep

From my head to my feet my body's gone stone cold

There were worms crawling all around me.

My fingers scratching at an earth black and six feet low

Alone in the blac of my grave

Alone I'd been left to die

Then I heard voices calling all around me

The earth rose above me

My eyes filled with sky

We are alive

And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark

Our spirits rise

To carry the fire and light the spark

To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart

We are alive."

And the darkness came.

***

Zannah saw the teacher's body soaked and relaxed.

And it was ashes.

The cleaning droid jumped out of the door in the wall, cleaning the floor.

And she was tormented by the thoughts and feelings of Janus.

Now his consciousness was inside her, burning fiercely with black flames.

If before the ritual began she had caught a shadow of his doubt even for a moment, she would have thought.

And so she did not hesitate to put her hand on the forehead of a little ancient freak, Magnus Pantier and burned his soul. And then she poured into an empty vessel the consciousness of the one who had become her closest creature in the universe.

Sometimes it seemed to her that they could get even closer, especially when she was ingrained in her habit of walking around naked in front of him, catching his estimating and admiring look.

The teacher never hid anything from her, answered her questions truthfully and as fully as possible. And watching the holovideo also allowed her to learn a lot about the relationship between the sexes.

So she had been adding to her collection of sex toys for three years and used them in every way, including under Janus.

But for some reason he only felt for her some quiet tenderness clearly visible in the Force, and she did not dare to take a step.

She thought it would break their relationship, and she kept silent.

And now he's less her age.

Busy smiled and ruffled the boy's hair.

Golden, like hers.

It's all right, Janus taught her patience.

She'll wait. They can do it.

The boy shuddered for the last time and fell asleep.

He'll wake up in ten minutes. We have to get used to the new body.

The girl's turned on Lenny. He looked particularly nasty under the dirt.

The gangster's got a lot of nozzles and he's been fasting. Lenny was "choking the goose", as the teacher said.

Busy straightened up, glimpsed a glimpse of the comlink.

The news of Magnus' abduction was in the top of the news, all kinds of "wanted", "any information" and "reward for any information", shots everywhere.

Now, obeying the program, the body that brought the boy called the police and reported on the location of the abducted boy.

He will give them all the information they need for the special operation.

Now the bill's gone for minutes.

Zannah went to the sniffing Lenny, took his pocket blaster, collected the fruits of the "goose" strangling effort in the palm of her hand and smeared them on Magnus' clothes.

Next to the boy, she put the blaster.

Preparation for the scene, "A nasty rapist tried to abuse the child, but he took his blaster and shot him in self-defense," was ready.

The sentience's, seeing such, are usually lost and forget about different little things, blazing with righteous anger.

Six minutes later, the thug who called came back and, obeying the order, rushed to pull up the old armor of the teacher, which he brought in his bag.

Busy looked into the eyes of the bandit and, focusing, introduced him a new program.

He turned the light stick of the teacher in his hands and pinned it on his belt.

He also received a holocron from the Hetton collection, which was heavily phoned by the Dark Side...

And a personally made Zannah bracelet, that will release the lightning of the Force into the target, and then dissolve into the Great.

An hour later, Zannah was sitting in the cockpit of a small but very toothed charterer. She set a course for Mustafar, where sent recon droids found suspicious movement.

As the teacher says, the Stellar Guard must find the Star Banner.

***

The first Jedi who broke into the lair of the abominable ringleader of criminals was struck by lightning from the hands of a bandit who depicted a Sith.

The Jedi was astonished to the core, so he modestly lay down in a corner to think.

A second Jedi swirl struck the activating sword, but he did not know what to do with it next to the bandit.

The hand with the sword flew off, the second blow split the body in two.

"Yes, a Jedi in anger is a terrible force," I was watching a live broadcast through security cameras.

The Jedi jumped on, kicked out an unlocked door, and I saw an amazing picture.

A corpse with his skull almost blown apart at point blank range and his pants down! One thing.

And next to me, scared to hide behind the sofa, there's also one individual.

"Found it," the Jedi reported to the clink without finding anyone else.

The Jedi squatted in front of me, soothingly patted me on the shoulder, then pulled away his hand, looked back at the corpse, squeamishly curled and took his hand off the couch.

"It's gonna be okay, boy."

He used the couch again as a napkin.

"We saved you, it's gonna be okay now."

All the noises of the battle subsided, obviously, the Justices killed the resistance and now they're packing the surrenders.

And that's where the character came in.

A Jedi came into the room proudly, something that looked a lot like Jack Nicholson. Maybe because his face stood out with a very expressive game of eyebrows?

In the wake of him, a friendly crowd of five juniors fell and dispersed, watching the guns on the sides.

When they did not find danger, they relaxed, and for nothing.

The main threat came from the "Mr. Joker".

He walked into the center of the room, sat down, stretched out his hand in my direction, and began with a well-dressed, thick baritone:

"Child, we saved you!"

Thank you, Mr. McMurphy.

But the dude caught a wave.

"How are you feeling, child?"

I squeaked something, and it obviously caused the Jedi to have verbal diarrhea.

"Know, child, that this group of brave men of reason, under my command, performed a brilliant operation to get you out of the clutches of the vile accomplices of the darkness!"

Did he inspect the premises to see if he was being listened to? Those present were doomed to listen.

Inspired by this, he went on:

"It is impossible to imagine what these monsters could have done to you, an innocent child! You could've been killed! Or even," he choked when he imagined, "Dip into the gloomy abyss of the Dark Side!"

Too bad I didn't meet you at Ruusan, Mr. Daryl Van Horne.

Such characters should wear a sword in their backs. I'm sure he didn't go to war, though. People like him sit in the silence and comfort of the temple.

He's definitely from Fae Coven's group.

There must be a lot of such talkers and propagandists there.

I made the face of a Puss in Boots and the Jedi took it as a question.

"My name is Master Jedi Kay Bron, child. And it will be a great joy for me to bring you into the Citadel of Light, the pillar of the Republic, the greatest of the buildings in the galaxy. I will lead you to the Jedi Temple! That is where you will begin your training. You will gain knowledge and grow into a true Paladin of Light! But beware of the temptations of the dark, child! Only Light brings good to all!"

Suddenly he's gone blind.

The listeners are much less in number.

Just while this walking light-bearing loudspeaker was talking propaganda delirium, the SWAT team, having exchanged gestures, quietly, so as not to attract attention, were retreating from the room.

The young Jedi also vanished.

Probably communication with this master raises the skill of invisibility to an unrealistic height.

"Give me your hand and I will take you out of this place without the blessing of light!"

That's how I was brought into the Jedi Temple.

***

Later. The High Council of the Jedi Order.

I was right.

This guy was pumping the Jedi invisibility.

As we walked from the hangar, Master Bron was telling me with pathos about statues, paintings, and almost everything that attracted his attention in the rooms we were going through.

Isn't it just horror, as simple as possible, a simple ascent on a turbolift compared to "the ascent of a pure, innocent child to the source of Light for the whole Galaxy"?

And now I've been standing before the Council for an hour and listening to this chatterbox.

And the masters clearly took it for granted, nodding favorably at the next passage about the "child", "Light" and "Darkness".

And I learned the secret to Fae Coven's success.

She and her supporters were nominated to the High Council only so that they would not eat out the brains of others, but do it with each other, on an official basis.

Finally, the Master shut up, and the Council looked over.

The mighty Iktotchi spoke:

"Yes, treacherous darkness, a lot of trials little Magnus had to pass."

The whole Council was nodding their heads. They're really crazy.

The power that I did in a past life?

Iktotchi went on:

"But I can feel the Light in him, and the unbroken spirit in him."

Everybody was leaving again.

Fae took the floor. She made a touching face and gave it away in a lousy tone:

"Master Bron, the Council thanks you and asks that you be escorted to the House of Healers/ It is necessary to examine the boy. His arrangement with the Order will be taken care of by the teachers."

And Mr. Francis "Frank" Costello has eaten my brain all the way to the Chambers.

I probably shouldn't have done that to Andeddu.

It's really monstrous. It's like screwing screws through my ears right into my brain. Alive.

Like this, under the loud fanfare of the Law of Retribution, I became a youngling.

Nobody said. That it would be easy.

Zannah, good luck swimming on your own, my girl.

And all I have to do is wish you patience, peace and endurance.

But we'll manage.

Our spirits rise

To carry the fire and light the spark

To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart

We are alive.