Assimilation – Fan Fiction


by Paul Talon

Unknown Timeline

Jedi Master of Indoctrination in the Colonies, Faisa Potral walked assuredly into the large audience chamber. It was a large white oval room with rising seats where Jedi Masters from each galaxy would sit and hear the latest report from the Interquadrant Planet Assimilation Board.

Potral smiled at a few compatriots as he glided into the main seat at the center of the room.

Smoothing his dark silken robes, he sat and reviewed todays agenda.

It would be more of the same. Another planetary system with a semi-intelligent, but ultimately primitive species, had been discovered.

He had long argued that the key to true Victory in the Force was to seek out those who needed their help and education…and provide it.

He had won out. He always did.

However some attempts had led to denial, and in the worst cases, rejection. But the problems were all taken care of.

New techniques were always being experimented with. One particular new tactic was being tried with this specific system, 4a-ER – 4a-ER W8 on the navigational charts.

A tactic which had to undermine thousands of years of brainwashing done by a previous attempt to subvert the population.

Potral shook his head in disgust. The Sith had discovered this planet long before the Jedi ever heard of it.

Luckily the species was primitive enough to misunderstand the Sith. They soon rejected the teachings of the Sith. They murdered the ones who had come before. But enough of the people saw these Sith as martyrs. It would be hard to break them of that.

But the Jedi were committed to winning this planet over, no matter what the cost.

Potral’s thoughts were interrupted as he realized the master in charge of the initial teaching of the population had begun speaking.

“The planet is in disarray. They have the means for worldwide communication but they tend to squander it. There is intelligence there, but considering the level of people we are dealing with as an average, I had to find a different way to reach them.”

“What of the Sith?” Potral demanded

“Our teachings in no way dishonor their memory of their Sith, which might cause them to revolt, and I chose a way far enough away from those who worship the Sith, that they would not notice.” the master grinned slightly. “In addition, the Sith never identified themselves as Sith, so there is no way they will connect them with the Sith of which I am teaching of as evil.”

“How many ‘sessions’ of education were you able to teach?” another board member asked.

“Only six. But with their ability to communicate worldwide, I should be able to reach enough people with them,” the master said turning to his new questioner.

Potral nodded. “When we show up in a larger group, what do you think their reaction will be?”

“Amazed and thankful,” the master laughed. “They believe the Sith are evil!”

Potral finally found a smile. “Good. Good. Excellent work Master….” he trailed off questioningly.

The master stood at attention. “Assignor 1138 – Master Jorj Lucahs.”

Potral stood and smiled “Master Lucahs. Thanks to you, this world has hope…The hope that it shall go peacefully under our domination. And if not, it matters not, we shall crush them under our war machine. The pitiful Sith could not stand before us with their pathetic pacifism. What hope do these apes stand?”

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