DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to Star Wars, and this fan fiction has nothing to do with the original characters. These characters of my own design, but many of George Lucas's creations will be mentioned.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…..

Prologue: The Journey of 1000 Miles

On the planet of Brecksoll, a businessman named Jarro had just made a big deal and was raking in the dough. 20,000 republic credits to be precise, and with that money he finally was able to afford something his wife Balba had always wanted: a cruise on Brecksoll's most famous liner, the Supernova, for the whole family.

So the day came, and the family. This family was Jarro, who was wearing his finest grey suit and red tie, his shoes shined to perfection; Balba, donning her loveliest red strapped dress with rose shawl; their eldest child, Amilla, who was given a black strapped dress just for the occasion; their eldest son, Jordannus, wearing his father's old suit, which was in pretty good condition, despite it being dusty with a patched up hole on the left elbow; their second son, Jalba, who was also wearing a hand-me-down suit from his brother and a grin on his face; last was their latest born son and our protagonist, Jonassus.

The cruise was everything thing they had expected and more. Jarro spent much of the trip with Balba, who was always carrying Jonassus, chatting with Jarro's business partners. Amilla was told to keep an eye on her brothers, which proved to be a more daunting chore than she thought. Jordannus stayed nearby the soldiers on the main deck. The galaxy was nearing war, and the cruise line was not taking any unnecessary risks. The republic soldiers fascinated Jordannus. Their uniforms were always perfect, and they were strong, tough, and authoritative. This is why Jarro had enrolled Jordannus in weapons tactics classes on Brecksoll.

However, Jalba was always on the move. Everything caught his attention and interested him, from a young couple on their honeymoon to an old man going on about "the good old days" to even the captain on the observation deck, and with his small size, Jalba could sneak through the crowds faster than Amilla could. Eventually, Amilla lost him and found herself in the medical ward of the ship. There she met a young man about her age that had been brought there for shots. The kid was Raius, son of the ships mechanic. At first sight, they would never leave each others side again.

Jalba was not as luck as his sister had been. After running around looking for Amilla, he had gotten lost in the underbelly of the ship, where all the stowaways were staying. He was lost, alone, and afraid. The underbelly was lined with flickering orange lights and was too dark to see anything. Three figures came up to Jalba and started shouting at him in unknown languages. Jalba just flopped down on the dirty, dingy floor, curled up into a fetal position and started to cry. Then another figure appeared. "Hey, lay off, you filth," said the bag woman. "Can't you see he's scared enough already?" One of the aliens started to explain in his native tongue, which sounded more like a lion barking. Another chimed in with higher pitched sort of squeal. "Yeah, well, it wasn't funny for the kid," said the woman, caressing Jalba's head, which seemed to calm him a bit.

A voice shouted in common speech, "He ain't one of us, Shen." A man walked up to Shen. He was dressed rags as well, and smelt like he looked. "I don't care, Mika," answered Shen. "He's here now, and he needs us." "He's wearing a suit. He's one of them fancy pants kids," Mika shouted. Jalba shoved in face into Shen's thigh. Mika's booming face had shaken him, and he was scared again. "Mika, he don't know where his family is, and whether or not you like it, I'm gonna take care of him," Shen retorted defiantly. She then picked Jalba up and started toward one of better lights, comforting him and giving him what little food she had. Leo, the first alien Shen spoke to, started giving Mika a hard time. "I know she ain't listenin," Mika snapped back, slapping Leo across the face. "Don't rub it in."

Meanwhile, as all this commotion was going on the Supernova, a Sith starship started looming towards the ship. The ship was headed by the dark Sith lord, Darth Mallace. Word reached his ear of several Jedi aboard the ship looking for a certain child who they believed was the chosen one. Mallace had sworn to reach the child first and turn him to the dark side. Unfortunately, he couldn't swarm the ship and demand the child. But he was not discouraged. In fact, he already set his plan into motion.

All of a sudden, people aboard the ship turned to the starboard side. Several Sith fighters were attacking the ship. The alarm went off. All the soldiers were called to battle. Major Farstan was briefing his troops, when he noticed a small boy in a suit making rank. "Young man, what are you doing here?" he demanded. "This isn't playtime. We are fighting Sith soldiers, some of the best in the world." "I understand sir," Jordannus answered "but I have gone through all the necessary training at the Brecksoll Military Academy of the Republic. Well, not all the necessary training." "Oh," replied Farstan. "And what are you missing?" "Recognition from a ranking member of the armed forces," Jordannus said. The ship was under heavy fire, and Major Farstan had no other choice. "Ok, kid. You got your recognition," he told Jordannus. "Thank you, sir," Jordannus replied. "Now, men, get out there and get those Sith gone." "Sir, yes sir!" the soldiers replied in unison.

Amilla, besmirched with Raius, took quite a shock when the Sith attacked. "Come with me," Raius told her. "My dad has a secret escape pod in the boiler room." "Thanks, but what about my family?" asked Amilla. "We can find them on Brecksoll, after all is said and done," reasoned Raius, "but right now we have to get out of here." Raius opened a vent on the wall and led her through a series of air vents deep down into the catacombs of the ship, into the boiler room. There, Raius's father was waiting. "Come on, son. We have to go," he yelled. "I'm coming, I'm coming." As the pod shot out of the ship, Amilla saw what a small ship landing in the back of the ship unnoticed.

Jarro and Balba were getting worried. All their children disappeared, and the ship was under heavy fire. "I'll secure us an escape pod," Jarro said. "You try and find the children." "Ok," Balba replied. She went off down to the lower level, while her husband went for the escape pods. As she was running down the hall of the third level, just above where the Jalba was, when she stopped. She turned around and saw three Sith marauders, one of which was Darth Honzil, Mallace's apprentice.

"Hand over the child," Honzil demanded. Balba was confused. "What do you want with my baby?" she asked. "I told you to give me the child," Honzil said with an angrier tone. "If I have to tell you again, I'm going to take him from you." At that remark, Balba started to run. Honzil became enraged. She had wanted this to be an easy task, and this woman was making it harder for her. "That's it," she screamed, and she reached her hand forward. Using the Force, she started to strangle Balba. Balba stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't breath. It was as if a clamp had been placed around her neck. She fell to the ground, dropping Jonassus on the floor.

On the deck of the ship, Jarro was holding a pod just for his family, but he couldn't wait any longer. One of the ship's staff came up to him. "Sir, we have to get moving. We can't keep waiting." "But my family are still on board," Jarro explained. The staff member told him that a lot of people are still on board, and that he can see them again on the planet. Jarro didn't want to go yet. He promised Balba he'd hold the pod. He had to hold it until she came back. Just then, a Sith fighter landed a shot at the pods.

Jordannus was on the fighter's tail. One of his fellow soldiers voice came over his comlink. "Jordannus, you're the closest to the fighter. Take him out now." "No need to tell me twice, I'm on it." Jordannus followed right behind the fighter, but his opponent zigzagged about, preventing any chance for a shot. "I can't get on him, he's too quick," Jordannus said over the comlink. Another voice came over this time. It was Major Farstan. "Listen, kid, I know this guy's tough, but you got to get him. Do it for your father, your brothers. Do it for me kid. You can do it. I know you can. That's why I let you on the team." A silence came over the link for a while. Jordannus's voice was heard next. "You can count on me, sir." With that, Jordannus went right behind the fighter and fired, blowing him to smithereens.

As all this fighting was going on, the stowaways in the underbelly were getting worried. That's when Jalba noticed that there were several ships sitting right there. He pointed it out to Shen who went up to Mika. "All right," said Mika, "way to go honey. You found a way out of here." "I didn't find it," Shen told him. "This little tike did." Mika was astounded. This little rich kid came wandering around the underbelly, cuddling up to his woman, making friendly, and now the kid beats him to figuring how to save them all. But now wasn't the time to worry about that. Now was the time for them to get off this doomed vessel. Soon, they all were off to another new home.

Darth Honzil finally had the baby within reach. Darth Mallace was sure to be pleased. Then, Jonassus started wiggling, and shot in the air toward the wall. There, Jedi Master Mantha Kang was waiting. "Master Kang," Honzil proclaimed. "We meet yet again." "Yes," Kang replied, "unfortunately." "Why not make it easier and just hand over the child," Honzil stated. Mantha just looked into the child, sensing his fear, his utter terror. "I'm afraid that isn't going to happen," she declared. "Not as long as I breathe." Honzil became irritated and started reaching for her lightsaber. "Very well," she said, drawing her lightsaber, "I accept your challenge." The other Dark Jedi drew their lightsabers as well. Mantha Kang put Jonassus over on a crate by the wall and drew her lightsaber, which glows a bright green.

One of the Dark Jedi jumped for Jonassus, but Mantha slashed him and he fell to the ground. The other one started backing up as Honzil jumped Mantha and the two began dueling. The second Dark Jedi was circling the two, inching ever closer to Jonassus. When he finally was within range, he reached for the child, but out of nowhere, he was slammed into the opposite wall and fell to the ground unconscious. Both Honzil and Mantha stood there amazed. Honzil went for Jonassus, Forcing Mantha out of the way.

Meanwhile, on the outside of the ship, the fighters were taking on the Sith battleship. Several fighters had already been taken out, and Major Meldina had no idea how to take the ship out. "Men," he started, "if you have any idea how to take that thing out, I'm open to suggestions." "This things huge sir," one of the pilots screamed, "and we can't lose any more-AAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!" Another pilot had been shot down. The major was losing his confidence when Jordannus's voice came over the comlink. "Sir, I think I have an idea." "What do you got kid?" Meldina asked. "Well, I remember from the academy that where the observation deck is on Sith battleships," he told the discouraged officer. "Yeah, how's that going to help?" Meldina asked disgruntled. "Well," Jordannus began shyly, "I have a clear shot at it." Meldina's hopes shot right up. "Kid, are you serious?" Meldina frantically asked his prodigy. "Ready for your order, sir," Jordannus told his commanding officer. "Go for it kid," he ordered.

Honzil almost had Jonassus in her grasps, until Mantha Kang stuck her had and Force slipped her. Mantha ran for Jonassus, grabbed him and ran down the hall. Honzil stumbled up right as Mantha reached the end of the hall. "This isn't over yet, Kang," she yelled. "It's only just begun. The child will be Sith." Right then, an explosion surrounded her. The Sith opened fire on the ship.

Darth Mallace was disappointed. His fighters were destroyed and he lost word from his apprentice. The only thing keeping him going was the fact that the child would soon be his. So sure even, that he opened fire on the ship, killing anyone left inside. As soon as the shot was fired, he felt as though a weight had dropped on him. He knew. He knew that the shot killed his apprentice. All hope was lost. Then, a shot was fired on the observation deck.

Mantha turned back. Darth Honzil was no more, and not anyone left on that floor that was alive was anymore. Then she saw another body, and realized who it was. She picked up Balba's body and carried her and Jonassus down inter the underbelly to her ship, surprisingly the only one the stowaways could not get into, due to her astromech droid T3-L3. She jumped in and had T3 launch off the ship.

Therefore, that was how it happened. Amilla went and lived with Raius and his family and became a medic. Jordannus continued his military training. Shen and the other stowaways raised Jalba on Farlon. Jarro, crippled by the blast, was forced to return to Brecksoll, where he now lives with his brother Altan. Darth Mallace was encased in ice to keep him alive until proper technology could be acquired to save him. As for Jonassus, Master Kang trained him in the Jedi arts, and they buried his mother in the temple. The council agreed that he should not be told the truth until he was ready.