The beginning

[Cable Smith]

Laying on the white sands of Vaynai's beaches was a body. A body dressed in a black leather duster with a hat washed up next to it. The resort world had seen a lot in its day including the occasional dead body washed aboard the sands. Laying motionless the man's limbs were sprawled out and covered in seaweed and slick. Perhaps just another causality of the worlds under ground crime groups. Maybe a personal vendetta, whatever the reason it looked as if there would be another statistic for the Jedi who ran this paradise of a world.

But as we all know, looks can be deceiving. With a strong cough water spurted from the mouth and lungs of this human and onto the wet sand of beach. Slowly the tide ebbed it's way up to his mouth to seep a little more sea water down his throat before retreating back. Coughing heavily the man's hand twitched slightly before he moved his seaweed covered arm in front of him to grasp the sand. Slowly coming back to him he began to realize where he was. Taking his other arm he began the process of crawling off the wet sand and onto the white dry warm sands of Vaynai.

Flipping over onto his back he coughed another dose of water from his lungs expelling the foul liquid from his body. With the heat of the tropical sun hitting him in the face he lifted his arm to block the rays. And that's when he saw it, a partially scribbled note written into his skin. Badly drawn and warped from the water all he read aloud were two words.

"The cure?" He said feeling the darkness take him once more. Letting his arm sink to his side drained of energy his hand twitched once more before everything seemed to get darker and darker.
[member="Dagos Terrek"]

 

[Dagos Terrek]

[member="Cable Smith"]

Young Jedi Padawaan Dagos Terrek had come to Vaynai to see the ocean for the first time in his life, it was beautiful. The white sands and blue seas were more than he ever could of imagine. He never would of thought that he would stumble upon what appeared to be a corpse that had washed up on shore. It was a curious thing, most of the criminal activity that happened on the resort planet was between the aristocracy and it almost always fell short of murder. No this body must have been some one who got caught in an undertow or swept off a boat and into the ocean’s unforgiving embrace.

He should of called the authorities right away, but he was curious, eager to know who this man had been. He knelt near the body and it wasn’t until he got closer that he realized the man was alive, for now atleast. Dagos called in for medical help before placing his right hand on the man’s chest and his left hand over top of his right as he started pumping the stranger’s chest.

“One, Two, Three” he would count under his breath as he pressed the man’s chest up and down. When he next woke he would be in a medical center.

 

[Cable Smith]

Fire and smoke enveloped the ground around the man in the black duster. Shrouding him in a heavy cloud of darkness. Standing there in the center of it the man in the duster looked up to meet another man's eyes. Am older more greying man holding a lightsaber. He was covered in blood and ash from head to toe. "Cable." The older man said calling to young man in a soft tone. "You did it cable. I'm so proud of you." Running a blood soaked hand across the face of the man now known as cable he smiled staring into the depths of his soul. "It feels good doesn't it?" Remaining quiet Cable said nothing to the man in retort he simply stood there watching the crazed man in front of him. "What's wrong cable? I'm proud of you son." Speaking again the older man smiled placing a weary arm upon Cable's shoulder.

"I'm not your son anymore, I have no father." With malice oozing from his voice cable stood there. "I wouldn't hurt our friends." Swiping his father's arm off of him cable did his best to break eye contact. "Well, you seemed to hurt me just fine." Coughing blood onto his face Cable looked down to see the blood staining his right hand and the smoking slug thrower in the left. Looking back up cable could see his father's face come at him engulfed in flames "YOU KILLED ME!!" Screams rang out from the face covered in flames

But then he realized the screams weren't coming from anywhere but himself. Waking up in a cold sweat screaming Cable jerked up from his bed coughing and squirming. As everything began to come to him once more he placed his face into his arms and began to cry, "I'm sorry! I had to do it! I'm so sorry!" He screamed over and over as the nurses came to him trying to sooth the tormented soul

[member="Dagos Terrek"]

 

[Dagos Terrek]

[member="Cable Smith"]

Dagos stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest watching as the nurses attempted to calm the obviously distressed man.

“Can’t you help him?” a nurse asked.

Could he? Dagos was barely a Jedi and he was certainly no healer. He just stared back at her apologizing with his eyes. He wanted to help, but how could he calm the turmoil in this man, when he could not manage to calm the unrest in his own heart.

Finally he resolved to do his duty with a heavy sigh and small shake of his head he approached the man’s beside. He gently placed a soft hand on the man’s shoulder, still wet through the hospital garb, Dagos closed his eyes and tried his hardest to calm the man’s inner struggle. He had no idea what he was doing, but as he tried to send the waves of calming influence he was reminded of taming the Akk dogs native to his home world, they were normally wild beasts but his people had been taming them through the force for millennia. In fact he was fairly young when he tamed his first, Dagos wasn’t sure that what he was doing now would be as easy but you never knew.

 

[Cable Smith]

"Get away from me!" Almost shoving a nurse from him Cable coughed heavily, still hurt from whatever trauma he recently went through. "You made me do it! You made me!" Fighting to remove the needles in his veins Cable removed the IVs plugged into him trying his hardest to get a grip and control the situation he was unknowingly causing. It was ugly, the torment of everything he had gone through. Washed up and left for dead on a beach. Rearing his fist back he aimed his fist a male nurse hoping to knock his block off so he could get out of there.

"Move!" But before he could throw the punch a firm hand was placed on his shoulder and a soothing energy poured through his body. He felt at peace for a second, like nothing else mattered at that moment. But soon reality came back to him and he remained calm however. Laying back in his bed. cable coughed once more then looked to the man who had used the force to calm him.

"Cable." He said looking to the Jedi "my name is cable." Introducing himself to the stranger he knew that the Jedi was not there to hurt him.

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Dagos Terrek"]

 

[Dagos Terrek]

[member="Cable Smith"]

A genuine smile was on Dagos face, he was proud to have played some part in helping.

“It’s good to meet you, Cable. I’m Dagos, and I’m glad to see you alive.”

It worked! All of a sudden he was nine years old again levitating branches and rocks for the first time, he could see the look of jealous amazement on his brother’s face and the look of pride on his father’s, he smiled bigger than Dagos had ever seen him, tears in his eyes. Dagos at first thought he may of done something wrong, it wasn’t until his father had paraded him around the village having him show everyone what he could do that he realized his gift was a good one.

His gift was being connected to the force, all his people were force sensitive but only a few a generation if any at all were born with the kind of connection Dagos was. This man, Cable, was also connected to the force, Dagos could sense it and he could sense his turmoil. Hell, one didn’t have to be a Jedi to see he was struggling with something.

“Are you from here, Cable?”

 

[Cable Smith]

With a firm cough Cable spoke in a quiet tone. "No, I'm from wild space. Here on business." Coughing again Cable lay in his bed and simply relaxed. "My coat, where is my coat?" He said wearily reaching his hand up to try and search the areas near him. "My hat and staff, where are they?" The heart rate monitors started to spike slightly from the dread the man was feeling from the loss of his personal items. They were important to him and even though they were only clothes it was a big part of him and his history.

"Get me my coat." Attempting to move out of the bed the weariness took over as he laid back in bed exhausted and defeated. Looking up at Dagos a tired look of sadness washed over his face "You saved my clothes right?" Asking the simple question to the Jedi he needed to find otherwise he would be lost without it's familiar embrace.

A soft twitch came from his left hand where the warped word "cure" laid on it. Coughing he didn't know what it meant, he didn't remember why he was here nor what had happened. He had taken a rough blow to the head by something but thankfully it was only short term memory loss. [member="Dagos Terrek"]

 

[Dagos Terrek]

[member="Cable Smith"]

“We did.” Dagos rummaged in a cabinet for a moment or two before pulling out the still damp duster and setting it down on Cable’s lap along with his other still wet clothes. Dagos studied the man for a moment, it was not often that people came here for business, the only business to be had was with the aristocracy and cable did not fill the normal criteria that the blue bloods here dealt with.

Everyone had their secrets, why not let this man have his? His connection to the force for one, the One Sith are ever expanding and if he is an agent of the sith it would be prudent to know so. He does not feel like a sith. What does a sith feel like? Dagos had never seen a sith, had never truly felt the dark side.

“Can I ask, what’s that on your hand?” Dagos said pointing at the mark on Cable’s left hand.

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Dagos Terrek"]

Laying there Cable tried his best to think about what exactly was on his hand, it was all very warped smeared. Pulling up his sleeve he could see where the other words had been written in marker, but it was too washed and warped to make anything out. "I don't remember, I remember I was here to see a man about a medicine. A doctor, then that's when things get hazy." Grabbing his long black duster Cable held it close to him and wrapped his fingers around its smooth embrace.

"Thank you Dagos, this means a lot to me. I remember a lot of blaster fire as well. But for the life of me I can't remember much." Trying to piece it all back together the fractured puzzle that was his memory would slowly return to him. But until then he had it work with what he had. And that was a warped word known as cure his right hand. Looking up to Dagos he realized the man was a Jedi and perhaps he could help cable some more. "You're a Jedi right?" He asked Dagos to make sure one more time

 

[Dagos Terrek]

[member="Cable Smith"]

Blaster fire wasn’t exactly common around here, especially at a doctor’s office or hospital. Dagos knew a few of the local medical personnel and he couldn’t think of any that would be involved in something that would get them shot at. It was entirely possible that Cable had brought the trouble here with him. The man did wake up washed up on the beach with no memory of how he got there after all.

Dagos sat up straight in his chair, puffed out his chest and cleared his throat. “Yes, I am.”

 

[Cable Smith]

[member="Dagos Terrek"]

"There's not much time, I know I came here for something. Something of value to me" rousing up in his seat Cable sputtered a bit then lay back down in pain. Coughing loudly he looked up to the Jedi, he thought of a promise he made long ago. And in that moment, he chose. "The Jedi, I wish to stand among you. My father was a Jedi and I wish to be like you, to help those who can not help themselves." Feeling the darkness take him once more he looked to dagos with a sincere look before passing out once more. He would become a Jedi, this was only the beginning of his journey and it would be a very long road he would walk upon.

End