I probably shouldn't, but after reading Alexa Skywalker's story, and loving Star Wars, I have to post this story. And so I present, Rise of the Jedi!

Before Anakin was slain, he was a Jedi Knight was a vibrant future. Before that, he was Pod-racer Extraordinaire. Before that, Anakin Skywalker ceased to exist, and the Republic of Old was dominant. But, before that, in such a galaxy far far away, we know about it now...How can humans exist out there, among the cosmos? Did we finally make our way out of our Quadrantal Crib? No. This is story...of how the Jedi Order truly began.

On the thirty-first day of June, Earth, in the Eastern Hemisphere, an elite group of soldiers moved in next-generation Shadow Stormers. The trucks stood ten feet above their three foot wheels of war, black and powerful. They were retrofitted with heat-sensor rockets, an EMP, HDP( Human Disruptor Pulse), and of course, door machine-guns. The driver drove behind a bulletproof window while the passenger read Heartbeat scans of everything in a three hundred-fifty foot sweep, infrared forward scans, and overall updates from base. The men in front mentally-relayed information to each other via eye scanners. What one saw, the other automatically knew; these were the best of the best.

"Devilkin, what do you make of this one?" a robust black man murmured through his headset. His arms weighed thirty pounds each, and he was outfitted with only a Soldia Pistol which fired Malaria-Rounds, and a three inch Bull Shark Tooth knife. Devilkin shrugged. "I don't know BD(Big Daddy), I don't know. But if they sent us, it won't be easy."

"Yeah but they sent us so it would be easy, we're the best of the best." A lean man declared. His name was Mouse. Devilkin let the comment go and closed his eyes, reliving the last situation they were in were it was supposed to be easy.

"No man! God so much blood, stop the bleeding! Stop it!" Devilkin wrung his hands, they were slippery from the red torment that gushed out like a geyser. He steeled himself and went back, averting his eyes while looking at BD. The man's forehead was coated in sweat, and Devilkin started to cry silently while his brother was on the operating table. A Blood-Gusher bullet had hit him in the lung, causing it to collapse. Blood Gushers unleashed a chemical that aggravated blood, repulsing all of it out, and so making someone bleed to death ten times faster. Devilkin shook his head again, and then wiped his eyes. His whole view was red...

"I don't know." he repeated.

Inside the back of Shadow 1 was: Mouse, Devilkin, BG, and an explosive-specialist named Alamo. His holographic face flickered for a moment, and then resettled. It did a bio-reconfiguration every hour, or when the electric signal was being interrupted. The latter was thought of.

"DragonDen we are experiencing a bit of electro-static interference. I think we're nearing target."

"DragonDen copies. All teams, full-engagement. And look sharp, who knows what the hell they have in there..."

Alamo looked to his fellow soldiers and sighed tiredly. "Damn it's gonna be one of those days." BD just chuckled.

They rode on in silence for another fifteen minutes, five seconds when one of the men murmured, "That can't be right."

"What can't?" Devilkin inquisted, but the man ignored him, doing some quick calculations.

"Uh DragonDen, our Electrostatic Relayer is reading an average Electron Value of 105 to the 12th."

"This is DragonDen, those calcuations can't be right. Recheck and confirm for update."

"DragonDen this is Shadow I just did the figures in my head, and these computers don't get Atomic Interpretation of Energy Waves incorrect. Something, from an approximate thirty seven miles away, is putting out as much energy as the Sun does in a year, without vaporizing us."

"Explain to DragonDen how that works again, Electron Values."

"Electrons are parts of an atom, but according to Relativity, everything is basically energy, despite energy being known as the ability being able to accomplish work. Going back to Electrons, if you were to bring together a concrete measurement of energy, then you get an unbelievable amount. Electron Values is a collective amount of energy, on a type of radiation or energy level. I'm reading that number, on Gamma rays, the highest form of known cosmic radiation."

"This is DragonDen, go guns blazing. Procure that object while we brush up on Einstein and PHD-level Science..."

The people nodded with grim smiles on their faces, and the cars accelerated. "Turning on Mirror Mode, going Invisible in three. two. one."

The Shadows turned invisible.

14 minutes and eight seconds later, and BD's eyebrows furrow in bewilderment.

"Is this the place?" he asks in his deep voice.

"The orders say we're two hundred meters out."

"What the hell this is a farm!" Mouse raged. His Homer Simpson face made the exact mouth moves and voice.

"Seems like a perfect place to hide a bomb." Devilkin's skull pointed out.

"Yes, but this is a farm in the middle of a neighborhood. It doesn't even have land, it's a barn!"Mouse continued, causing BD to laugh.

"Doesn't matter if it was a toilet, we move in."Alamo stated before getting out. The others put aside their feelings and stepped out too, along with the drivers. The other Shadows let people out, and soon 18 troops stood assembled.

"DragonDen this is Shadows 1,2, and 3. Send the presents." The Driver of Shadow One commanded. All the men held out their hands, and suddenly green dots appeared at respective heights. Then lines shot out, and in seconds or minutes, full blueprints for guns were in place. Then colors filled in, and the lines were covered to the exact dimension as full-sized weapons materialized into the hands of the troops. BD held a red minigun, Devilkin a classic heart-shaped Shield and short spear, Alamo a Quad-Barrel Shotgun with Motion Tracker, and Mouse with a flamethrower in one hand, and a Grenade launcher in the other. The Driver and Relayer each held HeadRipper Machine Guns that fired 640 degree Celsius rounds.

"Shadow 1 will lead Shadow 2 in. Shadow 3, guard the rides." BD ordered. He wasn't in charge, but the others respected his words anyway. Breathing increased exponentially, and BD moved to Devilkin, who stood, gaze steeled towards the barn. "Do you want to sit this one out? We can take a man from the other trucks." BD offered, but Devilkin automatically shook his head.

"I got to get past this. He wouldn't have wanted me to stop...HeadHunter...Derek...my brother Stephen...they would want me to continue fighting for the country they died fighting for."

"Stop lying to yourself Devilkin. We were betrayed by our country, and that is why we're with DragonDen now." BD walked away, and Devilkin shook his head again. He would get through this, hopefully. BD started moving towards the house, and Shadow 1 fell in, while Shadow 2 umbraed thirty feet behind them.

"Mouse, move around the left side with Alamo, Devilkin you're with me. Driver, and Relay, set up the Erasers. " BD doled out. His feet were air cushioned, so no sounds were made during footfall. Then BD had an idea.

"Everyone, let's just go in through the front door."

Mouse was the first one to respond. "Have all those damn steroids you take finally enlarged your brain?"

"Can it Squeaky. I may not order you around, but I think this will be an easy raid."

"No raid is easy. No fucking raid, is ever easy!" Devilkin shouted, and everyone switched him off from their coms. BD kept walking, and then stopped at the door. It was light brown, and BD smiled. "It's made of lead to keep the radiation shielded. I'm gonna kick it down."

"Meattruck if you die can I have your sweet looking gun?"

"Mouse I will poison you with this lead. How about that?" BD threatened, and Mouse shut-up.

BD made gloved fist, and knocked once.

The door swung open.

BD moved in silently, sweeping his minigun side to side. slowly as his visual scanners took in anything. The area was obviously abandoned-looking, but Big Daddy had walked into many situations he underestimated, and he was a lucky man to have come out of them with only memories and non-life threatening injuries. His face was cautious, as his infrared shoulder light gave him an increased sight, and his feet bent diagonally, so he could pivot without loss of balance. As he went in, he ordered, "Devilkin, Mouse, back me up."

The two men were there in seconds, Devilkin's head ducked behind his shield slightly, and his spear in attack position. Mouse just sauntered up to his place with a cocky attitude, smirking. "Let's go Fatty." he clapped BD on the back, and walked completely in.

Big Daddy and Devilkin let the man go, let the sheep die to save the dogs. If there was a trap, it was unlikely it was custom-made for each one of them. Still, Devilkin and BD cautiously went in.

"Wow, look at all the crap in here. Do you know the average household has over three thousands dollars in items no one in that house wants?"

"Don't need the fact Mouse, we need that energy source." Devilkin responded, eyes intent. Mouse shrugged and declared, "Well it ain't above aground at least. My scanners are not picking up anything in the immediate area."

"That doesn't mean it ain't here Mouse. Everyone, move in. We need to completely get this place viewed. " BD spoke, and in a minute, Shadows' 1,2, and 3 were all there and assembled.

"Okay boys, you heard what I said. We just have to find that energy. Test the floor with your feet, some of you can start sawing, but Steve, do not saw off your foot with that laser beam again, you only have two feet, and Drizzle, no letting off rounds because your finger 'slipped'. Everyone know what to do?"

A chorus of "hell yes" answered him, and everyone started getting to work.

-One hour thirty- nine minutes, three seconds

"Big Daddy! I think I found something!" a woman yelled, and everyone crowded around. Big Daddy thudded to her. and kneeled. "Whatcha got?"

"This floor has a density of .96, and it isn't made of chemicals, but hydrogen."

Big Daddy's eyes brows almost jumped off his head. "Everyone out! It's a bomb!" Everyone started to run when the woman roared, "No you buffoons! It simply means that there is water under it that this is floating on, and that this can't be broken down easily by a solvent. Yes, hydrogen is explosive, but if it were going to blow, it already would have."

"Well, the floor still poses a problem," Alamo said with his arms crossed. "If we cut through it, the floor may explode. Plus, we don't know if the water is being used as a coolant for the energy source, and so how hot this geyser may be."

The woman nodded. "Are there any idiots that want to try to do this?"

A man with a Flamethrower in one hand, and a Grenade Launcher in another moved forward, moving like he owned the place. He flashed a cocky smile. "And that's Mister Idiot to you..."

The grass barely stirred as all the soldiers watched Mouse from three hundred feet away. Mouse took out his laser saw, and without any hesitance, he started to cut.

The place did not blow. And the laser sliced. But then, an Mouse screamed, and he dropped the laser directer, which glowed a bright red, with heat, and then a massive beam blasted into the floor. The object shook as if in pain, Mouse looking at it in shock. The pointer glowed even redder, and then with an unyielding end, cooled into a small pile of charred black ashes. Mouse laughed, and said, "It sucked all the juice right out of the laser."

"There's at least five hours of life in that laser to keep it burning at thousands of degrees..." another soldier trailed off in wonder. Mouse laughed, and clapped. "Oh I really want to know what's under this floor now."

Devilkin's gaze locked onto a depression in the ground. "Yo, look at that." He pointed, and BD jogged over to it, before smiling and putting down his minigun, and drawing a Soldia Pistol. Nothing special, it just fired stars instead of bullets, for stars sever and knick seclusively while bullets tear through on impact. He pulled at the cover, and with a grunt, the cover creaked, and slammed into the dirt. BD dropped a small stick, and the room flashed, everything with an edge highlighted in red. He automatically jumped the ten feet to the ground, rolled, and aimed his pistol. After a minute, he started exploring.

The room was not big, only about 100 feet by 100 feet, and ten feet high. Also it was empty, except for a desk in the corner furthest from the hole. Devilkin jumped down after BD, anfollowed by Alamo and Mouse. The floor was metal, and coated in dust. Devikin noticed the desk, and moved to it. There, gleaming on the table, was a small cache. It was bright brown, and about the size of a tv. The only reason it was not visible was because it had mirrors that reflected back light too.

"Guys, over here." Devilkin announced, and his team came over. There he started to open it, when BD stopped him, "We don't know what this is. Let's open it at base."

The others nodded, but Mouse shook his head. "What if this is dangerous. Besides, are you not the least bit curious in what's in this thing?"

"I'm as giddy as a deluded five-year old on Christmas morning to see what this thing has. But orders are orders, and besides, I'd rather die after I've had made box of donuts at home."

'You mean the chocolate sprinkles?" Mouse as with a squeak and ran to Shadow Stormer 1 as BD took a swipe at him. Shaking his head in disbelief, he picked up the cache and frowned.

"Not as hot as you thought it'd be?" Alamo's Bugs Bunny voice asked, and BD smiled. "No, it has basically no weight. Hmm. Team, let's go home."

They left out, and as they left the farm, a lone man turned off his cloak. He had made sure tat he was outside of the scans, but he knew them inside and out, being a Shadow himself. As he saw the men, he nodded at his old team mates, and walked away.

"Yeah they have the package. Should be three days before they crack it. Yes, I'll lead the Recovery Team."

"Yes. I'm good enough...Do not worry about my emotions, Trance is not my brother anymore."

Hope you enjoyed. FYI I will explain about nhow Yoda is of this story. - LLL