(A/N: I've been meaning to update this for awhile. But, life has been hectic. So, here's the second chapter of this story. PS, some questions will be answered, within a few chapters. Just wait a bit. PPS, to those who hate Dylan, don't worry, he won't be here long. Just plays a small part. To anyone who likes Dylan, I know you're out there, sorry, but I only gave him a minor part in this. He's not in this story long. On with it.)
(Max POV)
I smiled. For the first time in FOUR YEARS, I talked to my former master. The Jedi who made me his apprentice. The wisest one of them all. Master Yoda. I thanked the Force, that I attended my parents' formal lectures. Otherwise, I would have forgotten how to address a Jedi Master.
I bowed my head, (which is actually pretty hard to do, when you're in mid-air) and smiled.
I said, still smiling, "Master. It's an honor to hear from you again." I could never lie to my master. He taught me everything about the Force. His kindness and wisdom, were unmatched.
His face however, was an angered one. He said, "Disappointed in you I am, my apprentice. Drawn the Empire to Earth, you have." He looked INCREDIBLY angry. Master Yoda was usually so tolerant. He was only angry, when someone betrayed the order, or turned to the Dark Side.
I replied, questioningly, "What do you mean, Master Yoda? I see no reason, why the Dark Lord would be interested in this planet." I put on my own angered face, "All due respect, Master, but the whole reason we came here, was because we KNEW the Traitor and the psychopath he calls 'Master' would have no interest in this world!" I hoped he would understand.
When we came to this planet, we knew the Sith would have no interest. That's why we hid here. An unrecorded planet, in another galaxy, where all the technology is centuries behind our own? To top it off, an unlikely chance of finding anyone Force Sensitive.
My old master said, "Received the transmission, you clearly have not. Check your ship's communication receiver, I suggest you do. Find something you might." He looked at my in all seriousness, "Look for you and the others, the Dark Lord will. Goodbye for now, my former apprentice." He then hung up the comlink.
After he did, I flew up higher, and saw my Flock. Angel looked at me, and saw that I had my comlink in hand.
She asked, "Who was that on the comlink, Max?" She was always smart. One of the smartest in the temple. Then, the others took notice of the comlink in my hand.
Nudge flew over to me and blabbered, "You talked to someone on the coms? Who was it? Was it one of our masters?! Was it Master Luminara?! Is she still alive?!" I love Nudge, really I do, but that motormouth of hers is gonna get her trouble. Always did back at the temple. She loved her master. They were like mother and daughter.
I looked over to the boys, who only had saddened looks on their faces. They knew they weren't going to see their masters again. I couldn't help but feel sorry for them.
Angel looked at me with hope. She asked, "Perhaps it was Master Kenobi? No one knows what happened to him, after the Great Jedi Massacre." She always had hope. Hope to see her master again. After all, Master Kenobi was always tough to get rid of.
I sighed and said, "It was Master Yoda." As soon as I said it, they looked down in sadness. I told them, with a serious look on my face, "He said that something. Has drawn the Empire to Earth." I put the comlink in my pocket, "We need to be prepared."
They all looked in fear and surprise. Angel asked me in terror, "But, why? What's here that they would want?" Angel knew the Empire. She asked, "Why would the Emperor come to a planet, with such backward technology?" She never liked Earth tech. None of us did.
I said, in truth, "I don't know. But we will find out." We had to find out. Whatever they wanted, we could NEVER let them have. The Emperor had murdered thousands, just to get what he already had. Control.
After a short flight, we went back to the house. I rushed to the basement. Everything from our old life... Our life before coming to Earth... Our life as Jedi Knights, was in the basement. Or, as it was once known, the cargo hold of our ship. Yes. The ship we took to Earth, was buried beneath our house. Yeah, Iggy is kind of responsible for that. He may still be connected to the Force, but he is still blind. So... Hate to say it, but he kinda sucks at parking. Thank the Force he didn't kill anything on landing.
I went down to the ship communication receiver, and brought the Flock with me. I pressed the button that allowed us to listen to transmissions sent to us.
A transmission came on. It was a tall boy, with blonde hair, and pilot goggles. This, was Dylan. A pilot who used to fly for the Jedi order, till the Great Massacre. He said, "This is Dylan Solo, brother of smuggler Han Solo. I send this message, to any surviving members the Jedi order." An image of planet Earth appeared next to him, "This planet, called Earth, is a planet to find salvation from the Empire. Six Jedi padawans, all of whom I knew before Order 66, have been there for years and the Empire, has never attempted to look for them." He raised his fist in dedication, "The Republic must NOT be forgotten! My brother, Han Solo, has given up hope. I have NOT! Neither can you! Rebel forces are organizing on the planet surface, looking for Jedi refugees. Together we ca-" BOOM! An explosion had gone off beside him.
After the smoke cleared, only one sound could be heard. Hwook-Haah. Hwook-Haah.
There he was. Standing in his black armor, red lightsaber drawn, looking down at the young man. The traitor. Our supposed 'Chosen one.' A man the six of us, thought was our friend. Anakin Skywa- No. He died, long ago. This man, shown in the transmission, was the Dark Lord. Darth Vader.
He grabbed Dylan by the throat. He said, in his mechanized voice, "These padawans you mentioned..." He squeezed Dylan's throat harder, "Their names. NOW!"
Dylan replied, "Never." He was a filthy two-timing smuggler, like his brother, but he would never betray us. He had some kind of thing for me. He'd never betray me.
Vader brought up his saber, and said, "Never is here." He slashed Dylan's head off with his saber.
A Storm Trooper said, "Lord Vader, the coordinates for this 'Earth' have been downloaded."
Vader replied, "Inform the Emperor of this planet, and prepare as many ships as you can, Captain. If they do not surrender the padawans, the planet shall be destroyed."
The transmission cut out. I looked at my Flock, who were frightened beyond capacity. I understood why. They'd lost their master. We'd lost out home world to the Trade Federation. Our parents, minus my own, to General Grievous. Iggy lost his sight, and my mother her own wings, to the same general. Our home on Coruscant, our masters, the family we made in the order, to the Traitor. We couldn't lose Earth the same way. We COULDN'T!
As all this happened, I remembered my entire life, before I came to Earth.
(A/N: and that's the last we'll see of Dylan. I told you, he only plays a minor part in this. Next time, we see Max's flashback. Then, the rest of the Flashbacks. If anyone wants to see more of Dylan, let me know. Goodbye for now.)
