The shiny trooper returned to his bunk on the Resolute, clutching the sack with the stones. He sat down on his bed and took out the stones, examining them closely. Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him.
“What are those?” asked Noser, one of the clones in his platoon. “And where did you get them?”
The shiny trooper was taken aback. He hadn’t expected anyone to see him take the stones out of his sack. “They’re just some rocks I found,” he replied, trying to sound casual.
Noser wasn’t convinced. “Those aren’t just any rocks,” he said, peering at the stones. “They look like they have some kind of energy in them.”
The shiny trooper hesitated. He didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said finally.
Noser raised an eyebrow. “You’re not fooling anyone,” he said. “Those stones are important. I can feel it.”
The shiny trooper sighed. He knew he couldn’t keep the stones a secret forever. “Fine,” he said. “I found them in a forest on Umbara. They were on the graves of Darth Revan and Darth Plagues.”
Noser’s eyes widened. “Darth Revan and Darth Plagues?” he repeated. “Those are some powerful Sith Lords. What are you going to do with the stones?”
The shiny trooper shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “I just felt drawn to them. I had to take them.”
Noser nodded thoughtfully. “Well, be careful,” he said. “Those stones could be dangerous.”
The shiny trooper put the stones back in his sack and lay down on his bed. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Noser had said. Were the stones really dangerous? And what did he want to do with them?
ns 15.158.61.42da2
