Lando piloted the falcon, turned on several switches, and then sped up and away from the Death Star, as it shattered into thousands of shards. Nien Nunb, who sat next to him, began to jabber in his native tongue, and Lando let out a whoop now that the Death Star was gone.

Lando turned the wheel around once they were far enough away, and stared into the debris. A hunk of hardware, a capsule of sorts, floated out in space. Lando's eyes were fixed on this mysterious chunk of metal, and he slowly pressed forward with the wheel.

Soon the ship came alongside the cylinder, and they pulled it in, bringing it up the stairs of the ship and into the hall behind the cockpit. Lando noticed the ship was drifting, meaning autopilot had a malfunction. He rushed to the wheel and started steering it to Endor.

Nien Nunb grabbed a blowtorch and a few other tools and started to tinker with the metal circuitry and wires. He cut a certain piece of the metal, and suddenly the capsule broke apart. Nien flapped his lips, calling for Lando. Lando came in, having fixed the autopilot.

"What's going on?"

"Eh bla ble ble." Nunb said.

"Luke?" Lando leaned in towards the unconscious body on the floor. Luke sat up, and opened his eyes, which were a bloodshot orange-yellow.

"Kalo…" Luke said, shaking a little. He stood up, and blinked several times, as his eyes went back to normal. He leaned on the wall, breathing heavily.

"Luke, are you okay?" Lando asked, concerned.

"I- I'm fine. What's your name again?'

"Lando. How could you forget?"

"Must be tired. Let me go lay down."

"Okay. Get some rest. We'll be at Endor shortly." Lando bit his lip. This worried him, bad.

Luke wandered to a bed, sat down on it, and began to mumble. "Darth Kalo, Luke, Lando, what are all these names? Just titles? Who am I anymore?" Luke placed his head in his hands. "I can't remember anything at all… only bits and pieces. What does it all mean?" Luke eyes flashed between colors. His memory was splotchy, his anger was running through his veins.

Luke brought parts of the capsule over to his bedside, and began to tinker with them. He found the green lightsaber he had once wielded, and he took t apart. Inside of it, he tweaked with the green crystal over and over, finally breaking it in half. Oddly enough, it split into a blue half and yellow half.

Luke inserted the yellow half back into the saber, and force pushed the blue half away. One everything was put back together, the blade was ignited. Bright yellow, just like Luke's shifting eyes. "The blade of Kalo." Luke said, swinging it around him.