|Les Crafter's Return
||[Oct. 17th, 2006|04:27 am]
The lost Chapters in the Tales Of The Jedi
Les Crafter had been hiding for a long time. He was, undoubtly, the last living Jedi from the Old Jedi Order. He was the only Jedi with knowledge of the Force through the ages and the only that saw the true destruction of the Republic, his Master's death, his new Jedi Order destroyed, and his family's death. After a while, he had gone into hiding. He had heard that one of his master's, Dante Kamatura, had commited suicide. This saddened him more than anything. He never found out what had happened to his fiance, his mother, his god son's, or the rest of his family. For all he knew they were dead.|
Les's crafter broke out of hyperspace and looked upon the planet Yavin. They had set up an old Jedi Temple there after the fall of the Republic, but Vader had destroyed it. He remembered how they had fled for their lives and nearly escaped with the skins on their backs.
The comm crackled, "Unidentified craft. What is your name and course?" The voice demanded.
Les responded, "This is she ship Valient 3. I'm here to meet with Master Skywalker or any other Jedi Master that would hear from a Jedi Master of the Old Republic." He said this bluntly to grab some attention. Once again, he had been hiding for far too long.
The comm went dead for a bit and seemed to take a while before the same voice came over, "Master Jedi, what is your name?"
"My name is Jedi Master Les Crafter of the Old Republic." Les stated.
"Master Crafter, continue on course and set down on landing pad 2-3. Glad to have you." The comm ended and Les pressed on.
Les broke the atmosphere and started his decent. The temple came into view and he could see and sense the lives teaming. The anticipation and surprise of his visit was astonishing. People began to gather around his landing pad and he sighed slightly. He hated big welcomes. He hadn't had one in such a long time that it felt alien to him.
His ship set down gently and the hatch opened. Les stood up and made his way to the hatch, stepping onto the ramp with the regular brown robes. Les looked young for a 44 year old, but the wear and tear or life was evident. He had a large scar down the left side of his face and a brown beard with slight graying was shown. He had a limp on his right leg and he hung his hands at his side, showing the traditional Jedi tunic. His lightsaber was old and rusting and looked as if it had been beaten badly, but it still worked...somehow.
Stepping down he saw an older looking man step forward and he half grinned, "So the rumors are true. The Jedi have been resurrected." He said looking around at the dozens upon dozens of Padawan's and Youngling's.