A/N: Hello all...here is my new SW ficcie.....not the
one I promised y'all....true! But still it's one
that's been hiding in the back of my mind for a
while....and hey! here it is! 

This is kinda the back story to the whole "Such a
Simple Statement" thingy.....everyone told me to
elaborate on the story....and I was trying to be vague
and be very subtle.....but this is ok too.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Castor.



			"Purple Flames"
			By: Angel Grrl

Dedicated to Theed...who was the first to tell me to
tell the story. This is for you girlie...haven't
forgotten you! ^_^


	Castor.

	More commonly referred to as Hell for that's
what it was. It was a planet of volcanoes, heated rock
and steam...far too close to the sun for life to live
and yet was livable. It was where the slaves were
sent...slaves and prisoners.  How I ended up on that
miserable god-forsaken planet, I only know from Master
Windu. You see, I had been born there...my life began
as an adventure. 

	I'm getting ahead of myself far too soon...I
do that sometimes. I talk and let my actions take
over, more often than not not thinking ahead. My
master was always drilling that into my head. Feel,
don't think...but remember to have your damn common
sense about you ALL THE TIME!!! 

	I suppose I should start at the beginning of
the story...way back when all was hunky-dory. Master
Windu's words...not my own. When he was a young jedi
and in training....he and my master both. 

	So, I shall tell you my story now, for there
have been many...but as far as I know, this is the
only story of myself that I was not apart of and yet
was. How I came to be born on Hell will soon be
revealed to you.  It is ironic how my life started out
as an adventure...I can only wonder if it will end the
same way.