~ Okays, here is my first Star Wars Fan-Fic. It pertains to Jacen and
Jaina, Han and Leia's children that are being trained in the ways of the
Force by Luke Skywalker. This is basically the start of very exciting
adventures. (Heh, since all my stories suck, here's to this one being
good.) OH, and this is book based. I used some, not all like Tenel Ka was
excluded as well as Lobacca (Chewie's nephew), of the characters from
"Young Jedi Knights" so disclaimers see below. BTW, some of these
characters are my own so shaddup! ~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my own original characters. You know, the ones that I make myself?
Chapter 1: Arrival
Luke Skywalker stood in the docking bay, waiting for his new Jedi trainees. Those who had been tested for powers and polichlorine count (A/N: Sorry, I forgot what the chemical is called that Jedi have that ties them with the Force. Sorry) and passed, were sent to the fourth moon of Yavin, or Yavin 4. Luke was finally achieving what Master Yoda had told him to do before Yoda died: To pass on Luke's knowledge of the Force.
Among the new trainees were Luke's niece and nephew, Jacen and Jaina. The two twins were Han and Leia's children. Han and Leia also had a younger son, Anakin. Anakin, named after Luke and Leia's father, Anakin (a.k.a. Darth Vader), would begin his training in a few years.
Jaina is a master mechanic, and can fix almost anything that has some kind of electronic parts to it. Her dream of becoming and Jedi and a pilot were just beginning. She has brown eyes, brown hair, and her father's rough-and- tumble attitude and personality.
Jacen, on the other hand, had his mother's quiet, dignified mannerism. He too had brown hair and eyes, and he had also inherited his father's lopsided grin. Jacen's powers tended to lean towards the natural side. He had this weird way of communicating with animals. He could sense their feelings and transmit other feelings to them.
Thinking of the twins and little Anakin made Luke smile. The twins were exactly like their parents and Anakin like his grandfather (hence the name).
Luke's black and brown Jedi robes swirled around his legs as the transport ships flew into the docking bay of the Great Temple. He stepped back to the safety zone, his blonde hair fluttering around his face. His blue-gray eyes fluttered shut as he felt the Force flowing in and out of the ships.
He approached the disembarking trainees and welcomed them solemnly.
"Hello, and welcome to the start of your new lives. You select few will be trained in the ways of the Force. You will make your own weapons and train hard. Now, please, enter the Great Temple with respect, and any people who wish to not do so, will be escorted off Yavin 4. Now, Jedi Padwan Hom-Dai will escort you to the Main Audience Chamber to brief you on your schedule here. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some personal business to attend to (A/N: for all you nasty people out there, he's not going to do what you think he is. Now shaddup and read the story!)." Jedi Master Luke walked off towards where the Millennium Falcon had just landed. The trainees were led inside but a Twi'lek Padwan into the main audience chamber.
Luke waited as the gangplank of the Millennium Falcon lowered and Anakin ran to his uncle, hugging him tightly. Following him was Jacen and Jaina, Leia, Han and Chewie. Jacen and Han shook Luke's hand and Leia and Jaina both received hugs.
"I have something for each of you," he told the children, a mischievous grin on his face. Out of his robes, he extracted a puzzle for Anakin, a small lizard for Jacen, and a holoprojector that he couldn't get to work for Jaina. "Gifts, for the future Jedi." He smiled. "No run along inside and get to the briefing room. Yes, you too Anakin. You'll be training in a few years so you might as well get used to it. Now, hurry up and let your parents and I talk." He needn't say more. The children bolted off before he could say another word.
"So you've decided to use the Great Temple as a Jedi training school, hmm? Good choice but wouldn't you rather have a school in Coruscant (A/N Sorry, I forgot how to spell it. Tell me and I will change it, okay? Okay)?" asked Leia, her eyes scanning the Great Temple's steep walls, hesitant about letting her children train here.
"I'm sure. This is a wonderful place for Jedi's to hone in on their individual skills," Luke replied.
They continued to talk for several more minutes and finally, Luke led them inside.
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Dar Sala-at Prots-ta looked out the viewport at the disappearing planet of Tatooine, her home planet. Now she was going into unfamiliar space with only one person to assist her. She was traveling to Yavin 4 to become a Jedi Master.
Yavin 4 was a lush planet with green everywhere. Tatooine was a planet of sand and dust. But no one denied her parent's wishes. Not even her.
Dar Sala-at was tested recently, because every child 16 and under was tested for Jedi powers. She tested positive. Not to mention the fact that they test the amount of polichlorine in your blood. She had the highest count than ever before: even more than the fabled Anakin Skywalker (a.k.a. Darth Vader). But the odd thing was, no one in her family was known to have Jedi backgrounds or blood. But her parents had insisted, and had contacted Princess Leia, an old friend. The princess, who was the sister of Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, said that Dar could join the roster for the new Jedi School. She had also said it was okay for her to bring her ship, the Callisto's Curse, to the planet Yavin 4. Now she was on her way to learn how to properly use her powers.
Setho-Na, Dar's bodyguard, watched his mistress from a distance. The tall, thin girl with straight black hair, tan skin and strange green-blue eyes was dressed in slightly-flared-at-the-bottom pants, black sleeveless shirt, and black sandals. Around her waist was a special Jedi training belt, equipped with a holster for her future lightsaber, a grappling hook and extra cord, food provisions pocket, and a blaster with extra ammo. Over her clothes was a black cloak that had a hood, made out of pure cotton (or whatever the hell they use back then to make Jedi robes (It looks sort of like Anakin's black devilish cloak in Star Wars 2: Attack of the Clones)). This was the last he would see of his mistress until she returned from her training. He would miss her headstrong attitude and determination. He would also miss the way his mistress handled herself. When she was in a tough problem, Dar Sala-at would always control her violent temper…to a certain point of course. After she lost her temper, there was like an invisible force field around her. No one would get in her way, for fear of getting hurt or killed. No one was perfect after all.
Setho-Na had been in his mistress's services since she was born. Her mother and father, Jaroma and Lindhal Prots-ta, had assigned him out of a select few to become their daughter's bodyguard. They were a highborn family, so it was obvious some people would try to kill them. There had been two attempts ever since Dar Sala-at was born. Setho-Na had protected her every time. And he had the scars to show for it. Then her parents told him to escort Dar to Yavin 4. After she got back from her training, she wouldn't need a bodyguard anymore. She would have her own Jedi powers. Maybe Setho- Na could become a bodyguard for her parents.
Setho-Na sighed.
"What wrong, Seth?" asked Dar, using her nickname for him.
"I was just wondering what would happen to me when you become a Jedi Master. Would you still need my services? No. You'd have yourself. What'll happen to me?" he asked, his voice filled with sadness and his eyes glued to the console in front of him.
Dar laughed. Setho-Na looked up at her with confusion in his eyes.
"Do you really think my parents think that when I have my powers mastered that you'll be extra junk? No! They value you like their own son!" She put her hands on his shoulders. "I'm sure they'll keep you if you continue to do good things. If they don't, I'll make it my personal business to keep you here, in our family. Promise."
"Honest?" asked Setho-Na, his brown eyes skeptical. His master before Dar's parents had disposed of him when they felt he was going to be too much for them. And the son her had watched over had no need of him anymore.
"I swear on my birth cradle!" said Dar, a hand over her heart. She smiled at him.
He grinned back. "Now, lets get you to Yavin 4!" he said, setting the coordinates for the Yavin system. "Hold on!" He punched in the final coordinate and the ship leapt into hyperspace.
**********
Inside the Great Temple, Jaina looked around. The build was so old! The rocks looked like they would fall apart at any moment. But she trusted Uncle Luke's judgment. He wouldn't have chosen this place to teach the young Jedi's if he didn't think it was safe.
She looked around the room and spotted her friend Zekk saving a seat for her in the back of the room. She waved to him and ran to grab the seat.
"So are you excited about our training?" she asked, a grin on her face.
"As ready as I'll ever be," replied Zekk, his emerald eyes sparkling in the brightly lit room. He ran a hand through his dark hair. "So what do you think will happen?" he asked, watching the place where the Twi'lek Jedi Padwan stood.
"Well, I'd suppose that Uncle Luke will have us use our powers to the best of our abilities. And we'll get to make lightsabers. That'll be the best part. New challenges too. We're going to have a blast," she said, looking up at he stone ceilings that had special glowlamps set up.
"Yeah. I guess," replied Zekk in a whisper. "Now, pay attention, or we'll miss what the guy up there's sayin'."
**********
Luke froze and felt a small disturbance in the force coming from the direction of the docking bay. He quickly got up, excused himself politely, and ran off in the direction of the docking bay (A/N: Yes, he ran. He's still young in my story!! : -P).
He got there just in time to see a beautiful sleek ship land and the gangplank lower. Out walked a girl of about 5'11" dressed in black. Behind her came a young man with the bearings of a bodyguard.
"Ah, Master Skywalker. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," said the man, shaking his hand. "My name is Setho-Na, and this is Dar Sala-at Prots-ta, from the planet Tatooine. Her parents contacted your sister and she said that my mistress is allowed to train here. Is she?"
"Everyone is welcome here Setho-Na," replied Luke, smiling. "Dar Sala-at. So you're the new arrival Leia was telling me about. Welcome to the Jedi Academy. I am Master Skywalker and if you'll follow me, I'll take you to the briefing ceremony. Setho-Na is welcome to join us if he wishes." Luke walked inside, followed by a still silent Dar Sala-at and a hesitant Setho- Na.
***********
After the briefing part of the ceremony, schedules were handed out. Jacen looked his over: sleep, eat breakfast, train, eat lunch, train, eat dinner, free time (optional), sleep. That was the basics of it. Nothing but training, sleeping, eating, and a small amount of spare time. That was it. Nothing less and nothing more.
'This should be easy enough to memorize,' he thought, running a hand through his thick brown hair. He looked around for his sister. Suddenly he saw something… no wait, he saw some one. He had never seen her before, and there she was, standing still, eyes closed, with a hood over her head. Any other person would have thought her to be a boy, with her hood shielding her face like it was, but Jacen knew that she was a she (A/N: Poor use of language I know. Gimme a break ppls!). She opened her eyes when Uncle Luke came up to her and smiled at him. The Jedi lead her off and Jacen's heart dropped. Well, he'd see her again some other time.
***********
Dar had this strange feeling, like she was being watched. Instinctively, she reached out with her powers and in her minds eye, she saw a young boy with brown hair looking at her. She smiled inwardly. She often got that reaction from boys. She opened her eyes and smiled as Master Skywalker approached her.
"I'll show you to your quarters now, Dar Sala-at. If you'll follow me," he said smiling back and leading her off.
"Please, call me Dar, Master Skywalker."
Luke looked back at the hooded girl behind him. That was the first time she had said anything since she got there. Her voice was sweet, but roguish, with a hint of Tatoonese embedded in it. She took off her hood and smiled at him, her black hair falling around her face in straight locks. Her skin was browned slightly, but it had appeared whiter than it was in the dim light of the docking bay. Her eyes were blue-green, unusual for a girl fro Tatooine (A/N: Hey, I rhyme!). In simpler terms, she was beautiful. (A/N: No, this will not turn out to be a Luke/ OC fanfic. That's just wrong! He's way older than her!!)
"O-okay, Dar it is then," he said and continued to walk down the corridor to the trainee's quarters.
***********
Dar looked around her rooms. Well, this was it. The beginning of her training. Setho-Na had been sent back on a ship returning to Tatooine, so she didn't have to worry about him. She took out her small bag, opening it to reveal its contents. Inside were several changes of clothes, all black (her favorite color) and 3 pairs of brand new boots, black also. There were also some ammo magazines (A/N: not the magazines you read, the one's that hold ammunition), spare electronic parts, a gift from her parents that she still hadn't opened and… wait, what was that? She picked up a small handheld computer. She turned it on, and a message popped up: To my mistress, from Setho-Na. Best of wishes to you in your training ma'am, and good luck. This small handheld computer is equipped with a database so complex, only your family had access to it. If you're wondering why I gave it to you, I thought you might need it. May the Force be with you.
She smiled. 'May the Force be with you too, my old friend.'
~ So, what do you think? No one reviewed my other story, so poo to you! If you like it, Review!! If you don't like it, Review! REVIEW JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT!! ^_^ Have a nice day. ~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my own original characters. You know, the ones that I make myself?
Chapter 1: Arrival
Luke Skywalker stood in the docking bay, waiting for his new Jedi trainees. Those who had been tested for powers and polichlorine count (A/N: Sorry, I forgot what the chemical is called that Jedi have that ties them with the Force. Sorry) and passed, were sent to the fourth moon of Yavin, or Yavin 4. Luke was finally achieving what Master Yoda had told him to do before Yoda died: To pass on Luke's knowledge of the Force.
Among the new trainees were Luke's niece and nephew, Jacen and Jaina. The two twins were Han and Leia's children. Han and Leia also had a younger son, Anakin. Anakin, named after Luke and Leia's father, Anakin (a.k.a. Darth Vader), would begin his training in a few years.
Jaina is a master mechanic, and can fix almost anything that has some kind of electronic parts to it. Her dream of becoming and Jedi and a pilot were just beginning. She has brown eyes, brown hair, and her father's rough-and- tumble attitude and personality.
Jacen, on the other hand, had his mother's quiet, dignified mannerism. He too had brown hair and eyes, and he had also inherited his father's lopsided grin. Jacen's powers tended to lean towards the natural side. He had this weird way of communicating with animals. He could sense their feelings and transmit other feelings to them.
Thinking of the twins and little Anakin made Luke smile. The twins were exactly like their parents and Anakin like his grandfather (hence the name).
Luke's black and brown Jedi robes swirled around his legs as the transport ships flew into the docking bay of the Great Temple. He stepped back to the safety zone, his blonde hair fluttering around his face. His blue-gray eyes fluttered shut as he felt the Force flowing in and out of the ships.
He approached the disembarking trainees and welcomed them solemnly.
"Hello, and welcome to the start of your new lives. You select few will be trained in the ways of the Force. You will make your own weapons and train hard. Now, please, enter the Great Temple with respect, and any people who wish to not do so, will be escorted off Yavin 4. Now, Jedi Padwan Hom-Dai will escort you to the Main Audience Chamber to brief you on your schedule here. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some personal business to attend to (A/N: for all you nasty people out there, he's not going to do what you think he is. Now shaddup and read the story!)." Jedi Master Luke walked off towards where the Millennium Falcon had just landed. The trainees were led inside but a Twi'lek Padwan into the main audience chamber.
Luke waited as the gangplank of the Millennium Falcon lowered and Anakin ran to his uncle, hugging him tightly. Following him was Jacen and Jaina, Leia, Han and Chewie. Jacen and Han shook Luke's hand and Leia and Jaina both received hugs.
"I have something for each of you," he told the children, a mischievous grin on his face. Out of his robes, he extracted a puzzle for Anakin, a small lizard for Jacen, and a holoprojector that he couldn't get to work for Jaina. "Gifts, for the future Jedi." He smiled. "No run along inside and get to the briefing room. Yes, you too Anakin. You'll be training in a few years so you might as well get used to it. Now, hurry up and let your parents and I talk." He needn't say more. The children bolted off before he could say another word.
"So you've decided to use the Great Temple as a Jedi training school, hmm? Good choice but wouldn't you rather have a school in Coruscant (A/N Sorry, I forgot how to spell it. Tell me and I will change it, okay? Okay)?" asked Leia, her eyes scanning the Great Temple's steep walls, hesitant about letting her children train here.
"I'm sure. This is a wonderful place for Jedi's to hone in on their individual skills," Luke replied.
They continued to talk for several more minutes and finally, Luke led them inside.
***********
Dar Sala-at Prots-ta looked out the viewport at the disappearing planet of Tatooine, her home planet. Now she was going into unfamiliar space with only one person to assist her. She was traveling to Yavin 4 to become a Jedi Master.
Yavin 4 was a lush planet with green everywhere. Tatooine was a planet of sand and dust. But no one denied her parent's wishes. Not even her.
Dar Sala-at was tested recently, because every child 16 and under was tested for Jedi powers. She tested positive. Not to mention the fact that they test the amount of polichlorine in your blood. She had the highest count than ever before: even more than the fabled Anakin Skywalker (a.k.a. Darth Vader). But the odd thing was, no one in her family was known to have Jedi backgrounds or blood. But her parents had insisted, and had contacted Princess Leia, an old friend. The princess, who was the sister of Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, said that Dar could join the roster for the new Jedi School. She had also said it was okay for her to bring her ship, the Callisto's Curse, to the planet Yavin 4. Now she was on her way to learn how to properly use her powers.
Setho-Na, Dar's bodyguard, watched his mistress from a distance. The tall, thin girl with straight black hair, tan skin and strange green-blue eyes was dressed in slightly-flared-at-the-bottom pants, black sleeveless shirt, and black sandals. Around her waist was a special Jedi training belt, equipped with a holster for her future lightsaber, a grappling hook and extra cord, food provisions pocket, and a blaster with extra ammo. Over her clothes was a black cloak that had a hood, made out of pure cotton (or whatever the hell they use back then to make Jedi robes (It looks sort of like Anakin's black devilish cloak in Star Wars 2: Attack of the Clones)). This was the last he would see of his mistress until she returned from her training. He would miss her headstrong attitude and determination. He would also miss the way his mistress handled herself. When she was in a tough problem, Dar Sala-at would always control her violent temper…to a certain point of course. After she lost her temper, there was like an invisible force field around her. No one would get in her way, for fear of getting hurt or killed. No one was perfect after all.
Setho-Na had been in his mistress's services since she was born. Her mother and father, Jaroma and Lindhal Prots-ta, had assigned him out of a select few to become their daughter's bodyguard. They were a highborn family, so it was obvious some people would try to kill them. There had been two attempts ever since Dar Sala-at was born. Setho-Na had protected her every time. And he had the scars to show for it. Then her parents told him to escort Dar to Yavin 4. After she got back from her training, she wouldn't need a bodyguard anymore. She would have her own Jedi powers. Maybe Setho- Na could become a bodyguard for her parents.
Setho-Na sighed.
"What wrong, Seth?" asked Dar, using her nickname for him.
"I was just wondering what would happen to me when you become a Jedi Master. Would you still need my services? No. You'd have yourself. What'll happen to me?" he asked, his voice filled with sadness and his eyes glued to the console in front of him.
Dar laughed. Setho-Na looked up at her with confusion in his eyes.
"Do you really think my parents think that when I have my powers mastered that you'll be extra junk? No! They value you like their own son!" She put her hands on his shoulders. "I'm sure they'll keep you if you continue to do good things. If they don't, I'll make it my personal business to keep you here, in our family. Promise."
"Honest?" asked Setho-Na, his brown eyes skeptical. His master before Dar's parents had disposed of him when they felt he was going to be too much for them. And the son her had watched over had no need of him anymore.
"I swear on my birth cradle!" said Dar, a hand over her heart. She smiled at him.
He grinned back. "Now, lets get you to Yavin 4!" he said, setting the coordinates for the Yavin system. "Hold on!" He punched in the final coordinate and the ship leapt into hyperspace.
**********
Inside the Great Temple, Jaina looked around. The build was so old! The rocks looked like they would fall apart at any moment. But she trusted Uncle Luke's judgment. He wouldn't have chosen this place to teach the young Jedi's if he didn't think it was safe.
She looked around the room and spotted her friend Zekk saving a seat for her in the back of the room. She waved to him and ran to grab the seat.
"So are you excited about our training?" she asked, a grin on her face.
"As ready as I'll ever be," replied Zekk, his emerald eyes sparkling in the brightly lit room. He ran a hand through his dark hair. "So what do you think will happen?" he asked, watching the place where the Twi'lek Jedi Padwan stood.
"Well, I'd suppose that Uncle Luke will have us use our powers to the best of our abilities. And we'll get to make lightsabers. That'll be the best part. New challenges too. We're going to have a blast," she said, looking up at he stone ceilings that had special glowlamps set up.
"Yeah. I guess," replied Zekk in a whisper. "Now, pay attention, or we'll miss what the guy up there's sayin'."
**********
Luke froze and felt a small disturbance in the force coming from the direction of the docking bay. He quickly got up, excused himself politely, and ran off in the direction of the docking bay (A/N: Yes, he ran. He's still young in my story!! : -P).
He got there just in time to see a beautiful sleek ship land and the gangplank lower. Out walked a girl of about 5'11" dressed in black. Behind her came a young man with the bearings of a bodyguard.
"Ah, Master Skywalker. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," said the man, shaking his hand. "My name is Setho-Na, and this is Dar Sala-at Prots-ta, from the planet Tatooine. Her parents contacted your sister and she said that my mistress is allowed to train here. Is she?"
"Everyone is welcome here Setho-Na," replied Luke, smiling. "Dar Sala-at. So you're the new arrival Leia was telling me about. Welcome to the Jedi Academy. I am Master Skywalker and if you'll follow me, I'll take you to the briefing ceremony. Setho-Na is welcome to join us if he wishes." Luke walked inside, followed by a still silent Dar Sala-at and a hesitant Setho- Na.
***********
After the briefing part of the ceremony, schedules were handed out. Jacen looked his over: sleep, eat breakfast, train, eat lunch, train, eat dinner, free time (optional), sleep. That was the basics of it. Nothing but training, sleeping, eating, and a small amount of spare time. That was it. Nothing less and nothing more.
'This should be easy enough to memorize,' he thought, running a hand through his thick brown hair. He looked around for his sister. Suddenly he saw something… no wait, he saw some one. He had never seen her before, and there she was, standing still, eyes closed, with a hood over her head. Any other person would have thought her to be a boy, with her hood shielding her face like it was, but Jacen knew that she was a she (A/N: Poor use of language I know. Gimme a break ppls!). She opened her eyes when Uncle Luke came up to her and smiled at him. The Jedi lead her off and Jacen's heart dropped. Well, he'd see her again some other time.
***********
Dar had this strange feeling, like she was being watched. Instinctively, she reached out with her powers and in her minds eye, she saw a young boy with brown hair looking at her. She smiled inwardly. She often got that reaction from boys. She opened her eyes and smiled as Master Skywalker approached her.
"I'll show you to your quarters now, Dar Sala-at. If you'll follow me," he said smiling back and leading her off.
"Please, call me Dar, Master Skywalker."
Luke looked back at the hooded girl behind him. That was the first time she had said anything since she got there. Her voice was sweet, but roguish, with a hint of Tatoonese embedded in it. She took off her hood and smiled at him, her black hair falling around her face in straight locks. Her skin was browned slightly, but it had appeared whiter than it was in the dim light of the docking bay. Her eyes were blue-green, unusual for a girl fro Tatooine (A/N: Hey, I rhyme!). In simpler terms, she was beautiful. (A/N: No, this will not turn out to be a Luke/ OC fanfic. That's just wrong! He's way older than her!!)
"O-okay, Dar it is then," he said and continued to walk down the corridor to the trainee's quarters.
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Dar looked around her rooms. Well, this was it. The beginning of her training. Setho-Na had been sent back on a ship returning to Tatooine, so she didn't have to worry about him. She took out her small bag, opening it to reveal its contents. Inside were several changes of clothes, all black (her favorite color) and 3 pairs of brand new boots, black also. There were also some ammo magazines (A/N: not the magazines you read, the one's that hold ammunition), spare electronic parts, a gift from her parents that she still hadn't opened and… wait, what was that? She picked up a small handheld computer. She turned it on, and a message popped up: To my mistress, from Setho-Na. Best of wishes to you in your training ma'am, and good luck. This small handheld computer is equipped with a database so complex, only your family had access to it. If you're wondering why I gave it to you, I thought you might need it. May the Force be with you.
She smiled. 'May the Force be with you too, my old friend.'
~ So, what do you think? No one reviewed my other story, so poo to you! If you like it, Review!! If you don't like it, Review! REVIEW JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT!! ^_^ Have a nice day. ~