Author's Note: This story will be updated at different speeds, depending on my inspiration.
Admiral Kendal Ozzel and Captain Firmus Piett entered the bridge of the Executor together.
Darth Vader sensed a surge of great power. It wasn't Force power, however. He wasn't entirely sure what is it. He cautiously probed deeper and was rather surprised to find it was coming from Piett.
Why hadn't he sensed it before?
He could sense that Piett was completely unaware of his power, whatever kind it was. He carefully examined Piett and his power through the Force.
Piett himself was calm and collected. His power, however, was eager for a way out, a way to be used.
Before Vader could think any further on this, the ship shook with blaster fire.
"Rebel Destroyers!"
The Dark Lord swept from the bridge with Piett at his heels while Ozzel stayed to command the bridge. They were almost to the main hangar bay when Rebel troops swarmed the corridor.
Vader activated his lightsaber and attacked, slicing through several Rebels. Piett picked up a fallen blaster and joined the fight. He picked off a few Rebels before he was shot in the side.
He collapsed with a cry. A few enemies approached him, and Vader was too busy to come to his aid.
No. I'm not ready to die yet.
He held up his hands as if to ward off any further attacks.
Go away! Leave me alone!
His hands suddenly began to glow. Two beams of light blasted the Rebels back. The other Rebels fled, either from seeing Piett's blast or having received an order to retreat.
Vader turned and stared at the Captain, speechless for the first time in a long time. The power he had sensed had been unbelievable.
Piett looked just a shocked as he felt and probably felt even more so.
The Sith then noticed his was injured. Without a word, he carefully helped the slightly younger man to his feet and started towards the med-center, letting the Captain lean on him for support. Neither of them said anything about what had happened.
Once healed from his time in the bacta tank, Piett returned to the bridge. Vader sensed his return and cautiously probed the Captain with the Force.
The younger man was still a little shocked by what had happened, confused, and even a little scared.
That night, Piett's sleep was restless. His dreams were filled with visions of a group of old men, a temple of some sort, sounds of battle, cries of pain, lightning, and crazed, maniacal laughter.
The next day, he began doing research about what he had done during his off-duty hours, hoping for some sort of answer or clue. He came up with nothing helpful, but he continued to look until he feel asleep at the computer.
Visions of a meadow, the temple from the night before, hot springs, and mountains invaded his dreams.
Upon waking he began researching again, this time for a place with a temple, with hot springs in the mountains. This time he had some luck.
"Anu?"
Did Anu hold the answers he sought?
There was only one way to find out.
"You wish to take sabbatical leave?" Ozzel asked, stunned.
"Yes, sir. I need to take time away to focus myself again."
The Admiral sighed.
"Very well, Piett."
"Thank you, sir."
After packing, Piett made his way to the main hangar. He reached the hangar to find Vader standing beside the shuttle he was going to take.
"Lord Vader," he said, saluting.
"At ease, Captain. I will be accompanying you."
Piett stared at his superior in shock.
"I can sense your power, and I do not understand anymore than you do. I shall be coming to satisfy my own curiosity."
The Captain nodded, and they left.
Once well enough away from the Executor, Piett entered Anu's coordinates into the nav-computer and sent them into the hyperspace.
Upon arrival, they landed near the temple Piett had seen in his dreams. They hadn't gone far before a group of robed old men came out of the temple.
"Welcome. We have been waiting for you, Chosen Ones."
End Note: Wait Chosen ONES? Please review.