The Sidori Gambit

Posted by Darth Krzysztof

Thirty-one years before the Battle of Yavin

The youngling emerged from the rotunda chapel to find a woman waiting for her, dressed in the brown robes of a Jedi, with the hood pulled down over her eyes. A smile crossed her lips as she said, rather than asked, “Zeva Vigil.”

“That’s me,” the youngling replied, the words touched with the accent she’d inherited from her clan’s Cathar warden. She brushed her bangs away from her eyes, taking a moment to look at the Jedi. “And you are Dambraya Tulu.”

“That’s right. I didn’t think they told you that.”

“They didn’t. We met before, once. When my clan won the tournament that year.”

“Really?” Tulu closed the distance between them. “That was five years ago.”


“And you’re how old now? Ten?”


“Are you now.”

“That’s right. And in all this time, I haven’t met any other Mirelurks.”

“Miraluka,” Tulu corrected. “I’m a Miraluka.”

“Sorry, Master.” Zeva cast her eyes to the floor before returning them to the Jedi. “Are you to be my master?”

“Yes. I’ve been watching you for a while now, Vigil. The Council believes it’s time I took a Padawan, and I’ve chosen you.”

Zeva knew better than to ask how Tulu had been watching her when she didn’t have any eyes. Instead, she asked “And do you agree with the Council?”


“You said the Council believes you need a Padawan. Is that what you believe?”

“Sure. I can’t become a Jedi Master until I’ve trained a Padawan to knighthood, after all.”

“And that’s what you want? To become a Jedi Master?”

Tulu raised her hand, the fingertips spread wide, as if she were touching Zeva’s face, though she was still three meters away. “You ask a lot of questions, Vigil.”

“Forgive me, Master. I’ve been told that my desire for answers sometimes makes my questions sound rude.”

“I understand. Walk with me.” As Zeva followed Tulu down the corridor, the Jedi said, “My only wish is to be a servant of the Force. If I’m to serve as a Jedi Master, then that is my destiny. Does that make sense, to you?”

“I think so.” Zeva tucker her hair behind her ears, and it spilled out again at once. “I want to be a Jedi Master, though. More than anything.”

“Of course you do,” Tulu said, sounding just a bit sad. “The Jedi Order is the only life you’ve ever known. You must manage your ambition carefully, though.”

“That’s what I’ve been told. I don’t want to be better than the other younglings, Master. I just want to be the best I can be.”

“That’s good.”

Zeva realized that Tulu was leading her to the Jedi Temple’s front door. “Are we leaving the Temple, Master?”

“Yes. Why? Did you have something else to do?”

“No,” Zeva said. “I just thought… I thought we were going to start right away.”

“But we have, my young Padawan. We already have.”



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