A Tale of Sith

"Who goes there?" An officer speaks through a speaker to a hooded figure, who stands in front of a cast-iron door: "I say: who goes there?"

"Officer," the figure whispers into the microphone, her voice echoes in the office: "I've come here to meditate."

"My apologies, ma'am," The officer says with a firm tone: "I can't let you through without the permission of the Senate."

"Not even a Jedi?" The figure asks, her voice so cold that it sends a shiver down the officer's spine.

"A Jedi?" The officer shuts down the speaker: "What is a Jedi doing here?"

"Should we contact the Jedi Order, sir?" A soldier asks.

"There's no need," The officer resumed communication: "Sorry, master Jedi, but you are not allowed here."

"Why not?" The figure asks.

"Jedi are not allowed in this ground at the request of Grandmaster Celestia," The officer explains, his other hand already on the emergence button: "Turn away at once, master Jedi."

"You will let me through," The figure whispers.

"I will let you through," A soldier says.

"Master Jedi!" The officer warns: "Cease this..."

His words were cut short by a pair of glowing yellow eyes. The officer drops dead without a sign as the soldier opens the door for the figure.

The soldier gradually falls into a deep sleep, and the figure arrives at the hanger without setting off the alarm. She then takes over a ship, sets the destination to the surface of the forbidden planet, and leaves. As the ship crash lands onto the terrine, the figure departs without leaving a trace. It is not until the second morning that the unfortunate event leaked and caused uneasiness within the Jedi Order.

"This is outrageous!" Luna throws the report on her desk as a droid brings her a cup of tea.

"Master, whatever is the problem?" The droid asks.

"I need to speak to Grandmaster Celestia as soon as possible," Luna takes the cup before picking up the papers again.

"Of course," the droid says with a robotic voice: "Shall I arrange a meeting Between you and the Grandmaster this afternoon?"

"That would be great," Luna replies, her eyes locked on the paper.

"Yes, master," The droid leaves.

As the droid left the room, Luna quickly takes out a comlink and speaks into it: "Hi, this is Luna."

"Luna! It's nice to talk to you," A high-pitched female voice replies with an almost sinister tone.

"Look, I may need to talk to you tonight," Luna says.

"Of course," the voice replies: "I'm always here for you."

"No, Luna, I didn't send anyone to the base last night," Celestia says, offering her sister a cup.

"Thank you, sister," Luna politely take the cup: "But as the report indicated, the soldier claimed that the figure is a Jedi with the permission of the Senate."

"The report also indicated that the officer died for an unknown reason," Celestia takes a seat across Luna: "There are no outside injuries, and none of the surveillance cameras catches anything."

"He just drops dead, easy as that," Luna put the cup away: "And the cameras in the hall were deactivated."

"But by who?" Celestia asks: "The control room is..."

"Destroyed," Luna comments: "All the guards killed."

"How?" Celestia almost jumps out of the seat: "It was located in a secret location was guarded elite soldiers with heavy firepower. Not even I can withstand all that unscathed."

"The cameras were shut down as well, and there were signs of electricity overload," Luna continues: "Lightsabers kill the guards."

"This must be the work of a Sith," Celestia mumbles.

"Also, a ship was deployed from the starbase," Luna says: "And it might have landed on the planet."

"It must be a Sith," Celestia insists.

"Or a Jedi," Luna suggests: "Everything is possible."

"Luna," Celestia exhales sharply: "I doubt a Jedi is capable of killing the innocent on such a large scale."

"If that's the case, then we wouldn't even be in this mess," Luna says.

"That was necessary," Celestia explains: "The dark side is dangerous; even one Sith can..."

"It's hardly the time to talk about your belief, sister," Luna interrupts Celestia: "The Senate has launched an investigation regarding this event and has appointed me to research the surface of the planet."

"I see," Celestia close her eyes: "Then good luck, my sister."

"Also," Luna hands Celestia a document: "I'm allowed to handpick a Jedi to accompany me."

"Of course you would," Celestia rolls her eyes: "Very well then, who do you pick?"

"I don't know yet," Luna stands up before exiting the room: "I still have some other business to attend to. We will speak later."

"Of course," WIth eyes on Luna's cup, Celestia apologizes to her sister: "Luna, I'm sorry." However, her sister is already gone and didn't hear the Jedi master.

"Thank you for coming, my friend," Luna welcomes her friend into the apartment.

"Of course, Luna," the figure speaks: "How are you meeting with...the Grandmaster."

"She agreed," Luna offered to take her friend's hooded jacket.

"Tis' good," the figure says, while politely turning down Luna's offer: "Who will you pick?"

"That's why you are here," Luna pours her friend a cup of water.

"I would say...someone who's well-versed in both sides of the force," the figure takes the cup, revealing a slim hand covered by pale skin more akin to that of a corpse: "The event years ago has left a scar on the force itself, and anyone inexperienced will be driven insane."

"But who though?" Luna groans before taking a seat next to her friend.

"Luna," the figure put a hand over Luna's shoulder: "I heard a Jedi called Sunset Shimmer is up to the task."

"I have faith in you, old friend," Luna sighs.

"I must take my leave," the figure stands up.

"Of course," Luna messages her eyes: "I'm...a little tired, sorry."

"It's quite alright," the figure takes her leave: "Rest easy, there is a long way ahead."

"Of course," Luna yawn before falling asleep on the table as the door to her apartment shuts.