Ch. 1

I woke up in a sweat. My breathing was rapid as I remembered where I was and regained my mind.

"These dreams will never die…" I muttered.

For a decade I had been haunted by them. I got out of my bunk and looked around. Same ship and feeling that's been my life for some time now. I went over to my meditation room and sat down to clear my head.

I have been running and hiding and wondering if I will be found and hunted down like so many other Jedi. I learned quickly after my escape from Coruscant, that Jedi were being hunted and exterminated all over the galaxy for years now. Fewer and fewer tales were told, since there were less Jedi to hear about. Palpatine had his new "New Order" up and running and he was stopping at nothing to kill off any Jedi, to keep his control safe and sound. He was what the Jedi order had feared, The Sith. Now he was in control of everything in the galaxy. Despair was in strong supply.

Somehow I managed to go unseen, unfelt, and un-hunted. This stuck in my head as I closed my eyes and focused on nothing.

Escape. That thought was racing through my head and it seemed impossible. Thousands of Clone Troopers in the city on the lookout now for Jedi and I was a target. But since I was still youngling, I had an element that helped me go unseen. I didn't stand out as a Jedi, because technically I wasn't. My training was barely half way even before I could consider taking the trials to be a true Jedi. With this I could just fade away.

I had decided that keeping anything of my life from the Order would doom me to death, so reluctantly I left behind in the sewer my training lightsaber and robe. I felt a pain in my body for leaving my saber behind, Master Yoda had always told us that keeping our lightsaber was life or death, but I wonder if he knew how much now life and death meant with holding onto it. I had nothing else to mark me a Jedi, and with that I crawled for an hour through the sewer till I came to a junction with access to the surface streets. Emerging from the sewer, I looked around and I was several blocks away from the Refugee section of the spaceport. I quickly made my way towards the port and figured out where to go in the galaxy. How was I able to make it alone, a child across the galaxy and not be found out and survive? I laughed a little to myself as I remembered how I looked lost and without hope. I managed to sneak aboard a freighter that was destined for Nar Shaddaa, I heard that Nar Shaddaa was a very big moon city and I knew that was a perfect place to hid and make a long term plan. Some I managed to live without being seen and stay safe.

I opened my eyes and felt at ease and ready for the day ahead of me. I have done this hundreds of times and I am sure it would go on hundreds more.

I moved from my meditation room to walk around my ship. I felt the walls as I praised this great ship that was apart of my life for years now. I still remember how I came to acquire this ship. Though the means to which I did may have not been up to par with the Jedi way, I felt that times had changed and during this time, it was needed. I knew that the force was a strong tool and life force that aided Jedi, but I did not know that it could help someone acquire the means to predict betting so well. I started off with small bets and over a couple of weeks and managed to amass a small, reasonable fortune. Just enough to last me and by no means did I get greedy. I only won what I needed to leave here and be safe.

I walked through the corridor and up to the cockpit and seat down in the pilot seat. In the corner was my astromech droid, an R4-T8, but I called him Tate. Tate along with another astro-droid R4-V3, his name was Rod. Tate had the principle task of flight and navigations, since I upgraded his programming to make him a fairly capable droid pilot for those long flights. Rod's duties were more to the ship, with maintenance and repair, along with gunnery of the pair of quad laser canons on the top and bottom of my ship. They were both advanced then the normal astro-droid, and even more, they gave me some company and a strange sense of family. Now with my ship, a Starfeld ZH-25 Questor that I had managed to find and buy it from an old salvage yard on Nar Shaddaa, some years ago while I had been on that planet. I have to say when I found this ship, it didn't look to good, but on the inside, it was a beauty. I bought it right there and started working on fixing it up fast and adding hardware and components to protect myself in a very dangerous galaxy that was forming up around me.

I started out throughout the galaxy just traveling, never staying in a place to long. Settling down somewhere did not seem very interesting and seemed risky in case of the Empire searching for any remaining Jedi. The first couple years I kept my ears open on all information about any rumors or tales of strange Jedi-like behavior. I never found any one else that was Jedi, or even any padawans that were not at the Temple.

To keep the money flowing, I started trading throughout systems I traveled through. I also secretly started to acquire any Jedi relics and artifacts I could find. Trying to preserve them and learn anything I could, I felt this might be a way for me to somehow continue training and maybe be a Jedi, or as close as I could get to it. I had managed to remodel one of the cargo areas with a false wall, and behind it were my hidden museum of Jedi artifacts that I came to possess. Years seemed to pass quietly and quickly, as I traveled from one end of the galaxy to the next. Seemingly lost all hope to ever find another living Jedi and bound to be alone in my secret history.