For the next thirteen years Chad, Kamilla, and the younglings lived in secret, never staying in the same place too long. The had traveled from Nar Shaddaa, Corellia, Carida, Mon Calamari, Chandrila, and finally Naboo. Chad had been told by Senator Organa about the relationship between Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala, and that Vader would never go there. They knew for a fact that Vader himself wasn't present years earlier when it was discovered that Queen Apailana had been hiding other Jedi that survived order 66, instead he sent his personal regiment of stormtroopers, the 501st, which had come to be known as "Vader's Fist". They figured that the imperials would never look in the same place twice, besides; Chad had good relations with the Gungans.
It was against the Jedi code to take on more than one Padawan at a time, but then again the Jedi had never been hunted by an evil like the Galactic Empire before. Chad and Kamilla raised the younglings as their own, and recently Kamilla gave birth to a son, together they were a family.
"Remind me again why the Jedi couldn't have families." said Kamilla.
"The Jedi sought to remain objective, so they were to sever all personal attachments. That's why they were raised by the order at infancy."
"Being objective didn't save them from the purge." joked Kamilla.
Everyday Chad watched his Padawan's spare with each other and taught them the ways of the force. They lived out in one of the most remote regions of Naboo since any non-humans that weren't Gungans stuck out like sore thumbs; and Kita, Cera, Gan, and Zar were all four different species from other planets. Only Chad, Kamilla, and their son could walk around the planet without raising suspicion.
"Let's see you block this!"
Cera's pink bladed lightsaber was a blur as she slashed at Kita aggressively, but Kita was able to block every single blow. She knew that Cera's preferred form of Ataru though aggressive could cause fatigue in prolonged combat, and her preferred form of Soresu kept her safe while tiring Cera out.
"You can't keep this up forever."
Cera started to spin around really fast. Her attacks were graceful but predictable.
"Come on Cera, are we having a duel or a dance?" said Kita.
Cera ran at her, but as soon as she was about to strike Kita vanished into thin air. Kita was the most skilled among the four Padawans at using the force. She was the only one to be able to use a rare technique where a person could use the force to bend light around them, which rendered them invisible.
"Hey! No fair!"
Cera looked around but found no sign of Kita. Suddenly she was blasted forward by something and fell face first into the ground. Kita walked up behind her.
"If you had been fighting Vader he wouldn't have blasted you into the ground, he would have stabbed you in the back." she said smiling.
"Oh great, now my face is all dirty."
As Cera brushed herself off she noticed that Kita wasn't wearing shoes. She knew this was because Togrutas thought that it cut them off from their bond with the land to which they believed they had a spiritual connection. But Cera for one didn't like the idea of getting her feet dirty in this remote swamp; but Cera's outfit was more revealing than Kita's, this was because Cera thought extra clothing hampered her movement in combat.
"I wonder how my Ganny is doing."
Since childhood Cera and Gan had been good friends, and over the years it started to blossom into something more.
"Well let's go check on the boys then."
"Come on, you call that an attack?"
Zar charged at Gan full force, but Gan merely side stepped out of the way, his green bladed lightsaber blocked Zar's attack. Zar practiced the combat form Juyo because when he was younger he idolized Master Windu, this is also why his lightsaber had a violet colored blade, but unfortunately Zar's skills were far from perfect, so Gan wasn't intimidated even if form VII was considered the most vicious form of lightsaber combat.
"Up high! Down low! Too slow!"
Zar angrily struck at Gan.
"Do you think you're better then me?! Do you!?!"
"No, you're just too cocky."
Without warning Gan blasted Zar with the force pushing him into a tree.
"Winner and still champion! Gan!"
Zar growled in anger. He jumped up at Gan and started to slash furiously at him until he knocked his lightsaber out of his hand.
"Zar! Wait!"
Zar was about to slash again when…
"ZAR! What are you doing!?!"
As Chad approached Zar deactivated his lightsaber. Then Cera and Kita showed up.
"Gan! What happened?"
"I beat him and he just flipped."
"I can tell this is about more than just losing to Gan in a sparring match." said Chad.
"What's wrong Zar?" asked Kita.
"Nothing…"
"You don't almost kill someone over nothing." said Chad.
"Well… What are we doing this for?" said Zar.
"What do you mean?"
"You now exactly what I mean! For the last thirteen years we spend day after day practicing killing ourselves, for what?! Nobody sees us, nobody appreciates us, nobody even knows we're alive out here!"
"We don't want anyone to know we're alive out here Zar." said Kita "We're officially enemies of the Galactic Empire."
"I'm sick of running and hiding! We should fight back!"
"There are only five of us Zar." said Chad "Only five of us against legions of stormtroopers, entire fleets of Star Destroyers, and who knows what else."
"I don't care! I'd rather fight and die than stay stuck in this swamp forever!"
"Zar, we are among the last of the Jedi. But as long as we live the order survives."
"But as long as Palpatine rules the galaxy with Vader as his iron fist we aren't free to live! We have to do something about it!"
"And what do you suggest we do?"
Zar was silent. He just turned and walked away.
"Master is he…"
"No, he hasn't been corrupted… He just needs to find his path in life."
"What if he finds a particularly bad one?" asked Gan.
There wasn't time for them to think about it, because Kamilla had just called them to dinner.
The hut that Chad and the others lived in was deep in one of the swamps on Naboo. The only people who knew about it were the Gungans. It wasn't much but it was home. When Kita walked in she was greeted with glee by Chad's infant son.
"Hello junior, how was your day?" she said smiling.
Kamilla was wearing one of the dresses that Kita had made for her using the pelts of animals she had hunted. Kamilla had been like a mother to the four Padawans since the day they met, even if they weren't the same species.
"Where's Zar?" asked Kamilla.
"He's having another funk." said Cera.
"Again?"
"It's nothing to worry about. He just need's some time alone with his thoughts." said Chad.
Zar sat alone on a hilltop looking at the stars in the night sky. When he was young he always dreamed about becoming a full Jedi Knight, a hero that everybody loved, and yet here he was living life as the Empire's most wanted.
"No one understands me."
A few years ago Zar tattooed his face. When the others found out they were a bit shocked because now he resembled the Sith lord Darth Maul. He never told them why he did it.
"Will I ever be a real Jedi?"
Zar closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. He knew that sometimes Jedi could see the future. He wanted to know if things would ever be like they used to be.
"Will the Jedi ever be the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy again? Or will the last of the Jedi spend the rest of their lives in exile and be forgotten by history?"
He wanted to know, but that wasn't what he was seeing. He saw himself and his friends fighting for their lives against what looked like a million stormtroopers, then suddenly it stopped. Silence followed only to be broken by the sound of deep breathing through a respirator, then he saw the crimson lightsaber blade.