I thought up the idea for this story out of the blue one day, so I thought I'd write it down and see where it went. I'm really liking where it's going so far, so I thought I'd share it here. As with all of my stories, comments and criticism will always be accepted and appreciated. Happy reading!
Luke Skywalker sat against the wall of his modest bedroom in the small hut he occupied with his daughter on Nal Hutta, tears streaming down his face. It had been just over twenty years since his father had died and the Empire had fallen, and now the Dark Side was rising once again.
The reemergence of the Dark Side had only been accelerated when a group of his padawans had turned against him and torn down everything he had worked so hard to build, led by his own nephew. He had tried so hard to restart the Jedi Order and bring about a new age of peace, but his plans were unraveled by just a few power hungry students. Six of his padawans, led by his nephew, had joined together and slaughtered all of his students who opposed their plans for the gain of unlimited power through the Dark Side of the Force.
Luke, having grown much stronger in the Force than when he fought his father, could have dueled the seven young men with relative ease, but he took his only daughter and fled out of concern for her safety. He had lived the life of an orphan, and his daughter would not live that life as well if he had anything to say about it. He had chosen a modest little hut on the planet Nal Hutta, where they would be shielded from the Force and protected by the vile gangsters known as the Hutts. They were feared by many throughout the galaxy, so nobody would come near the planet if they could avoid it. The gangsters were unknowingly shielding two fugitive Jedi.
The small hut was hardly anything to speak of, just two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small kitchen adjoined to an even smaller sitting area. It certainly wasn't much, but it suited the fugitive pair. His daughter was closing in on nineteen years old, and she certainly valued her privacy.
Luke had always been worried to a certain degree ever since their arrival on Nal Hutta about five years ago, but he was particularly worried this day or one reason: he had felt the presence of the Dark Side stronger than he had in many years. He had no desire to come out of exile, but he knew he would have to face his nephew eventually and fight the Dark Side once again.
As he continued to sob, he heard a voice that he had not heard in a very long time, and certainly didn't expect to hear it right now.
"Pull yourself together, Luke. Think of a plan to fight them, not run away. You have to face him," the translucent ghost of Ben Kenobi spoke to him.
"I'm the last Jedi, I can't fight them all," Luke whispered, knowing that the men he trained were undoubtedly far more powerful than they were when he had last seen them.
"No, you may not be. There's a strong possibility that there is another Jedi in the galaxy, someone who can help you," Ben seated himself on a nearby chair.
"Rey's hardly a Jedi."
"Not her," Ben shook his head. "My older brother was a Jedi many years ago, around the time of the Clone Wars when I was training your father."
"I didn't know you had a brother," Luke suddenly became very interested.
"Few did, he had a very rocky relationship with the Jedi Order as whole that resulted in him walking away from it completely. In spite of that, he was an exceptional warrior and a great man."
"Why haven't I felt him? Why isn't he fighting?" Luke asked, trying not to get angry at the fact that there could have been another Jedi out there all this time who hadn't even so much as made himself known.
"My brother was very strong with the Force, he's most likely shielded himself from outsiders."
"Why?"
"Many years ago he had a falling out with the Jedi High Council. They forced a Padawan on him, who eventually turned to the Dark Side and killed a very good friend of his to get back at him for alleged physical and emotional abuse. He claimed that my brother channeled his hatred for the High Council into his training by using often abusive methods of teaching. My brother went to his former Padawan and the gang of Jedi he had gained as followers and killed them all, leaving his Padawan alive for reasons he hasn't told anyone. The High Council threatened him with expulsion from the Order for his actions, so he walked away on his own."
"So he just left?"
"My story is more of an abridgement, but that's the main point."
"Do you know where I can find him?" Luke asked hopefully.
"There are rumors about where he went. Some say Mygeeto or Felucia, but those were sites of major battles during the Clone Wars, and he would've wanted no part of that. If I know my brother, then he went where nobody would ever find him. A place that wasn't even registered in the Jedi Archives."
"So you know where he is?"
"I have a very good idea."
"So can you tell me?" Luke asked, desperation creeping into his voice.
"Go to Tatooine," Ben replied, ignoring Luke's request. "A clue to his location lies in the Jundland Wastes. This will take you to a man who can help you find him."
"If you know where he is then why can't you tell me?" Luke asked desperately.
"Go," Ben snapped. "Quickly. They'll all come after you once they've sensed your presence. Just get to him before they can get to you."
Before Luke could reply, Ben Kenobi's ghost left him alone in his bedroom once again. He stood up and walked over to the door to go prepare his ship, trusting blindly in the advice of his old master and hoping earnestly that this alleged other Jedi would be willing to help.
