(1/07/16) Hello! Here is chapter 2, it has been rewritten. If you have read it before you may notice some scenes are missing and some things have been added, don't worry the scenes that were taken out will come up eventually. FYI: I imaged Master Ekko looking similar to Luke Evans. Hehe! Enjoy!

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"Careful, young one." Penelope chuckled as a youngling moved his hologram light saber too fast, losing his balance and falling backwards. "You must be aware of your surroundings. Remember to use the force."

"Sorry, Master Hollow." The youngling apologized as he stood back up and retook his stance. "Won't happen again."

"It's alright." Penelope smiled gently. "We all make mistakes. Now back to where you were before."

The youngling smiled back and refocused back on his training. Penelope watched the youngling for a few moments before she looked moved onto the next youngling. She had to hold in her laughter from seeing the many looks of determination on the younglings faces, each one trying his or her hardest to focus on the task before them. A small smile grace Penelope's lips as she watched many of the them succeed in today's lesson.

While Penelope enjoyed teaching the younglings and Padawan Learners, she couldn't ignore the sting of envy for the guidance and support each one was receiving at such a young age. When she was their age, Penelope had no one she could turn to for help. She was left on her own to figure out what she was and could do – resulting in her being used and abuse by those around her. It was not until she was nearly 10 years old that things finally took a positive turn when Master Ekko found her.

11 Years Ago – Alderaan

'Come on… come on… concentrate!' Penelope mentally chanted to herself, following behind a large group of wealthy investors that were returning together from lunch. Glancing up at the city park clock, Penelope knew she had very little time to complete her mission. She had been watching these investors the last couple days, memorizing their routine until she felt ready to take what she wanted.

Penelope's head throbbed as she tried to concentrate on her targets, visualizing in her mind what she wanted. She envisioned in her mind the stack of money that sitting inside the pocket of each investors jacket.

'Focus! You can do this… Focus!'

She could feel the vibration from her power at her finger tips as she lifted a hand to help guide her prize to her. Penelope tried to contain her delight as she witnessed each investors jacket pocket give slight tug; none of the investors noticed, each in deep conversation with one another.

'Yes...'

Penelope felt her exciting built inside, as the coins and bills began to slowly levitate out of the investors pocket. Each investor oblivious to fact that they were being robbed. Penelope could already taste the delicious food and warm bed she would be able to buy the next several nights with that cash she would be getting from these people.

"Uh!"

'What the hel-… uh oh!' Penelope felt herself collide into another being. She was staring straight into grey and brown robes that belong to a tall person, who currently was towering her small child frame. Slowly, Penelope willed herself to look up at the stranger who had not yet moved an inch or spoke.

"Hello," Penelope stared up at a man in his mid-thirties with olive tanned skin, and a black beard and should length black hair. He looked calm as he stared down at Penelope, a trickle of amusement in his dark blue eyes. "What were you doing, little one?"

At that very moment Penelope hears coins dropping to the pavement and men's voices shouting behind the man. She peeked around the man, and saw the investors on their knees – each of them picking up their money from the ground. They all looked very confused by what had happened, each unsure of how their money fell out of their pockets.

Penelope glanced back up at the man, who gave her a knowing look. She gave him an awkward smile, realizing she had been caught.

"Oops…"

Thinking quickly on her feet, Penelope used all her strength to push the strange man away with her small arms. The man stumbled away from Penelope, still looking at her with amusement. Not wanting to waste time, Penelope took off in the direction of the woods she had been taking shelter for several weeks.

She ran nonstop for several minutes before coming to a stop. Her breathing was hard and labored as she leaned against a tree for support. Glancing around her surrounding, Penelope saw that no one was following her.

"For such a young child, you are breathing mighty fast." A cool voice stated behind Penelope, she turned around and was startled to see the strange man from earlier. He casually walked up to Penelope, who was still trying her best to catch her breath. He gave her a quizzical expression as he slowly approached her panting figure leaning against the tree for support. "You're ill... what is wrong with you child? Tell me."

He placed a hand against the middle of Penelope back, causing her to flinch away from the man. The strange man looked startled for a moment before being his hand that had touched Penelope back to his face, sniffing his hand.

"Poison… who has poisoned you?" The man demanded suddenly. He appeared very concerned and followed Penelope, who was running backwards from him. Penelope tried her best to get away from the man, but it was to do so when you cannot breathe and are running backwards.

Penelope let out a small shout, feeling her foot trip over a road and her body stumbling towards the ground – but her body did not touch the ground as expected. Instead she found her hoovering a couple inches off the ground. Wide eyed Penelope stared at the strange man in awe, as she watched him lift a hand and slightly movement of his hand downwards – Penelope's body gently touch the grass.

"How did you do that?"

Penelope sat up and looked at the strange man eagerly. The mysterious man walked towards her and crouched down beside Penelope.

"I'll tell you, if you tell me how you were poisoned?" The man asked, his composure calm as he stared into Penelope hazel eyes. Penelope looked away, hating the contact that came with looking some in the eye. Nothing good every came from staring some in the eyes, seeing and hearing their every thought and memory.

"Hey, what wrong?" The man asked, once again reaching forth to touch Penelope in a friendly manner but she flinched away again. The man stared at Penelope with concern, unsure of what was wrong. "I will not hurt you."

"Just leave me alone, please." Penelope whispered. She moved her body several inches away from the mysterious man. "I promise not to steal again, if you leave me alone right now."

"Yes, I saw that little display you put on back there." The man commented with a small smile. "Where did you learn to do that may I ask?"

Penelope stared blankly at the man, unsure if she should tell him or not.

"No answer… hmm? Well then..." The man let out a heavy sigh, before making himself comfortable on the grass. He crossed his long legs with ease as he sat next to Penelope, he moved his robes slightly to sit more comfortably. Penelope's eyes went wide as she caught a glimpse of some sort of weapon the man's belt. The stranger caught the look of curiosity Penelope had and knew what she had saw. He let out a low chuckle and removed the weapon from his belt. Penelope flinched away, afraid he was going to attack her. The man held up a hand to calm her down. "It's okay… it's okay, little one. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a Jedi Knight, hence why I have a lightsaber."

"A Jedi Knight?" Penelope looked at the man with pure confusion. "What's a Jedi?"

Now it was the man turn to look confused. "You've never heard of the Jedi before?"

Penelope shook her head no, not understanding what a Jedi was. The man continued to stare at her with curiosity, surprised to learn that she did not know what a Jedi was.

"Interesting…" The man whispered before placing his lightsaber back in his robes. "Tell me little one what planet are you from? Do not say Alderaan for I will know if you are lying."

Penelope chewed on her bottom lip unsure if she should tell this stranger when she was from. While Penelope knew, it was probably foolish to give the man information about herself, something inside her was telling her that the man was honest when he stated he was not harm her. A feeling inside her chest told her to trust this man.

"Iridescent." Penelope whispered, still unsure if she should be telling the truth.

"Iridescent… hmm, that would make more sense now." The man nodded, and gave Penelope a small smile. "You are a long way from home. Where is your family, little one?"

Penelope shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to answer the man's question. The man could see this question made her uncomfortable and moved onto other questions.

"Alright, … do you know what you were doing back there in the town square?" The man asked, watching Penelope with curiosity. Penelope shrugged her shoulder, not wanting to answer again. The man let out a long sigh. "I know you do. It was obvious that was not your first time using the Force. You may be a small child but you are already highly skilled with the Force."

"The Force?" Penelope was confused again at the words the man was using.

"You truly don't know anything about what you are…" The man whispered as he looked shocked at Penelope. "Tell me child how old are you?"

"Almost ten." Penelope mumbled, "My birthday is next month."

"And where is your family again I ask?" The man questioned Penelope. She could see the man had many thoughts going through his head as he watched Penelope with high interest. "A little girl like you should not be wondering around all by herself. Please tell me where your family is? I wish to speak with your mother or father. I promise you will not get in trouble, little one."

Penelope liked it when the man called her 'little one', it made her feel warm inside. A feel she had not felt for a very long time.

"They're dead. My whole family... is dead." Penelope frowned, not liking it when she talks about her family. "They were all killed back home."

"Is that how you were poisoned?" The man asked, he too was now frowning. He had heard terrifying stories and rumors about Iridescent and the conditions it citizen lived in. "You were trying to get away?"

Penelope nodded her head yes, "And this too." She lifted the side of her shirt slightly and removed the old, dirty blood stained newspaper that had been crumpled up into small balls and used as a bandage. The man stared in horror as Penelope showed him her blast wound too. Her body had been trying to heal the wound on her hip, but with the wounds on her back it was too much. Penelope knew it looked back to the strange man, but she felt that it was better than before. At least she no longer felt like passing out each time she stood up.

"It's not as bad as it used to be…" Penelope commented while the man inspected the wound closely. She could tell he was shock that she still alive, which Penelope too was surprised by. She knew her injures should have killed her, for she had seen much less severe wounds back home kill people.

"Who did this?" The man practically growled as he stood up and looked down at Penelope.

"A bad man…" Penelope whispered and began to place the paper back over her wound, but the strange man stopped her from doing so. He shook his head no and helped her stand up.

"Well I am not going to let that bad man hurt you again, little one." The man kneel in front of Penelope, pulling her shirt down to cover her wound. "I am going to take care of you. I know someone who can heal you… but first I need your name?

"Why do you want to help me?" Penelope suddenly feeling the urge to start crying. She did not know what was happening and it scared her. "I'll just cause trouble."

"No, you won't." The man smiled softy and brushed a tear away from Penelope face. "You're perfect."

"Penelope…"

The man smiled big when he heard her name. "And what is your last name little Penelope?"

"I … I don't have one." Penelope looked at the ground ashamed and embarrassed. "We were never given one."

"Then create one."

Penelope thought back to the stories her father use to read her before bed. A bright smile lightens up her face as she remembers the name of her favorite character. "Hollow… Hollow is my last name."

"Well, Penelope Hollow," The man smiled in returned. "I am Jedi Knight Erik Ekko, and I will be your protector, teacher, and friend."

"Master Hollow?"

Penelope snapped out of her thoughts with a slight shake of her head. She looked around to see who was talking to her and found her class of younglings looking at her with anxiousness.

"Master Hollow, may we please leave. The bells are rings."

Penelope stood still for a moment and heard the bells the youngling spoke of. It was the soft ringing of bells throughout the Temple, signaling the end of the younglings' lesson for the day.

"Yes, yes." She nodded and motioned for the younglings to leave. "You all did very well. I will see tomorrow."

Quickly, each youngling put away his or her things before rushing to their next lesson with excitement. Penelope tried to fight the sense of sadness she felt as she sat alone in her classroom, feeling regret at what she missed coming to the Temple when she did. Most of her fellow peers were brought to the Temple at much younger ages than when Penelope showed up. She tried not dwell on the memories and feeling she missed out on. While she did not have the same experiences as her peers growing up, Penelope did have one person who could relate to her frustrations – Anakin.

When Penelope arrived to the Jedi Temple, her Master kept much of what she had told him private – the Council only knowing that she was an orphan and needed a home. Master Ekko withheld the abuse and torture she endured on Iridescent, afraid that the Council would deem her too risky to train. Once finally accepted by the Jedi Council, Penelope was placed through a lengthy ordeal to test her Force Sensitivity and begrudgingly accepted into the Jedi Order, she was surprised to find a boy a year old than she who had gone through a similar ordeal. Just like Anakin, Penelope had trouble adjusting and accepting the rules of the Jedi Order. Both coming from a life that was filled with memories and attachments, unlike their peers. Penelope felt from the moment she met Anakin that he was the only one who could truly understand her, no matter how hard Masters Ekko and Yoda tried to. He was her friend and equal.

'And deep down you want more than friendship.' A voice whispered inside her. 'You want love and passion.'

Penelope shook her head, trying to rid her mind of such thoughts. She knew that what she wanted could never be, it was against the Jedi Code – she would lose everything. Penelope did not want to lose everything, she had lost everything once before and did not it to happen ever again.

'Anakin and I can never be.' Penelope mentally chided herself, forcing herself to face the cold truth. 'Anyways, I am nowhere near his type. I am not Senator Amidala, and she is what Anakin wants.'

With a heavy sign, Penelope stood up and set up the room for the next group of younglings to soon arrive.

…

Half-way across Crouscant in the Supreme Chancellor's office, sat the man himself in his chair deep in meditation.

The doors of his office slid open and entered his loyal assistant and servant. The Chancellor sensing a presence in his office, broke his connection and meditation. He slowly cracked his neck side to side, satisfied with the sensation it brought him.

"Was it successful, my lord?" Palpatine's servant bowed to his master.

"Very." Palpatine grinned, relaxing back in his chair. "The poor girl was completely unaware that I was inside her mind the whole day. Knowing every thought and memory she had. It was most gratifying. There's much more to Jedi Knight Hollow than I previously thought. I believe I am going to have to make some adjustments in my plans."

"Is that good, my lord?"

"Oh, yes!" Palpatine chuckled deeply. "Very good… very good indeed!"

To be continued…

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