Death Of Qui-gon Jinn Novels & Stories

“You feel nothing. The people you killed meant nothing to you!” Instinctively, my eyes drifted toward him, my glance not settling into the trap his mockery laid. Instead, I turned back to the Elders, holding their gaze with quiet dignity. “Three thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven lives,” I stated, the number a cold echo of my deeds. “I have taken in my eighteen years of life.” I began to recite, the bitterness of memory flooding each name. “Alpha Markus of the Red Cliff Pack… Alpha Jason of the Moonlit Shadows… Alpha Terrin…” The litany of names filled the hall like a haunting dirge, silencing even Yuri’s interruption with their solemn gravity.

“Fine. I won’t go into all the details today, but… he was killed.” My heart skipped a beat. “Killed?” I echoed. He nodded. “By the Delgados Empire. Some of his own allies betrayed him. Shot him in the back. It wasn’t quick.” The word killed hit me like a blow to the chest. Betrayed stuck in my throat like a fish bone. Logan looked away again, the wind catching in his hair. There was a silence between us, but it wasn’t comfortable. It was heavy. Could my father be a part of this?