William F. Robinson, II.

September 24, 2007

Age: 18

War of Force

Chapter One: A Wish upon a Falling Star

Present Day

The pain of his wounds scratched at his nerves. Blood seeped through the small open gaps of his flesh. His eyes were unnaturally black, swollen, and sore. This was not the way he had hoped his first day of school would go. The young 13 years old, Desmond Law, tried to climb out of the rising mud, but was brutally kicked back in.

After raising his head out of the large puddle of brown liquid, all he heard was the taunting roars of laughter, and large drops of rain bombing the ground and puddles around him. He watched his Darth Vader book-bag sink in the trench of mud he was in and tried to reach for it, but was interrupted by a kick in the face by Edward Hill, the newest member of Darryl Walsh's small gang, and one of the only two friends Desmond befriended at the school of Howard Jr. High. The other friend, Carl Banks, was at the other end of the trench, knocked out by Darryl's half-brother, Michael Riseden.

It was a shame that he and his friend were getting beat up in front of the school. They were the lowest of the low. Tomorrow, no one would have seen anything, because of who Darryl was related to.

Desmond was crying, crying because he was in pain; crying because his homework was destroyed; crying because there was nothing he could do to defend himself and his friend; crying because he was betrayed. Darryl and his gang dragged Desmond and Carl out of the muddy trench they were in and stormed them with a hell storm of kicks to the face. But though Desmond was injured and in pain, though he was on the verge of being knocked out from the senseless beating, though he still worried for his injured friend, he still heard the sound. It was calling him again… He never knew what it was, but it was there none-the-less. When he heard it, he always got the feeling that everything was going to be okay.

"Goodnight Desmond," Darryl said under his breath, and personally punched Desmond in the face.

Desmond blackened out.

It was unbelievable that Desmond and his friend were still alive. His mom had found them and they were in the hospital for weeks. Desmond was able to come out after the first two weeks, but his friend wasn't so lucky. The doctors were unsure when he was going to be able to leave. His mom still waited at his side for him to wake from his coma.

The doctors said that it was a miracle that Desmond was alive, and that the amount of time it took for him to heal was extraordinary. There was also something else. Something had happened in the emergency room on the first day of his arrival that they weren't telling his mother. What ever it was, it scared them and changed the way they look at him forever.

Upon arriving home, Desmond had a feeling that something was going to happen that night, so he decided to be mentally prepared and open minded.

He opened his room door and walked in. His walls were blue painted and covered with star Wars and various anime posters. His carpet was grey and covered with small Star Wars action figures. he loved the way the carpet felt when his bare feet moved along its soft surface. He walked straight towards his black and white desk and put all his new school supplies on it. His lamp was already on and its light brightened his blue walls. He slightly moved the lamp towards the window seal to prevent it from falling off. He sat on the red sheets of his bed and fell on his grey pillow. He was so tired; he didn't even take of his clothes to put on his pajamas. He reached over towards his desk and turned his lamp off. The moon light reached in his room at an angle, shining on his bed and face…

And then he heard it again. He opened his eyes, sat up, and looked through the window. The moon looked beautiful holding its place in the night sky, but it wasn't the moon that got his attention. His face brightened with a smile as he saw a shooting star fly from behind the moon. Desmond quickly opened his window and stepped out onto the roof. Looking into the moon-lit night at a shooting star he instantly thought to make a wish.

"I wish that I was super strong in the force so I could one day be a jedi for-real! Then I can get Darryl, Michael, and Ed back for what they did to Carl and me."

He continued to watch the star until it disintegrated in the atmosphere. He sighed as he turned around to get back in his room until he heard a small whistling sound.

"Huh?" he said as he turned toward the sky once more.

What he saw terrified him. The shooting star was a giant ball of fire with a trail of flames behind it and was headed straight for his house. All of a sudden, the feeling he felt earlier returned. But nothing he could have done could have prepared him for this.

Desmond dived through his window, forgetting there was a desk right there, and landed on it, knocking everything onto the floor. He hurt his arm and chest on it and struggled to get up. He summoned the rest of his strength to stand and run out the room to warn his mom.

"Mom!!! Mom!!!"

His mother, Latrice Law, opened her room door and was dressed only with her robe. She was a young mother and kept her body in good shape. If they didn't hurry, she wouldn't have "a shape."

"What is it, Desmond?!" she shouted with much alarm.

"There's a giant fireball headed straight for our house! We need to get out of here Mom!"

Her alarm fell and her tenseness relaxed. She gave her son a slight smile. "Oh, a fireball?" Thank goodness he's my only child…

"Yeah, Mom! We got to get out of here!"

"C'mon Desmond, back to your room. I think I put a little too much sugar in the kool-aid I gave you when we got home today…" She took his hand and they walked back toward his room.

"But Mom! I'm serious! I'm not playing around!"

"Desmond hush. That's enough for one night. I'm tired and have to get up early in the morning to go to work. I have to make money to support us ya'know." They entered Desmond's room. "Boy, it's bright in here…"

"Ma, my lamp is off! Look out the window!"

Latrice frowned at him. She only decided to look out of the window to find out where the light was coming from and to satisfy her son. She never actually believed that there was a fireball out there…until she saw it.

"Oh my God…" she whispered to herself in shock. They had a good ten seconds before it would hit.

They both shouted, "Run!!!"

Latrice never knew how fast, strong, and agile she was until she ran out of the room, grabbed her 13 year old son, and instead of taking the stairs, jumped over the banister only to land one story below.

"Damn, Mom!" Desmond said surprised.

"Watch your mouth and keep running."

They ran through the kitchen, the front room, the foyer and the front door, and boom. And just like that, they were homeless.

Latrice climbed out of the fire and rubble, and immediately began calling out for her son.

"Desmond! Desmond! Where are you Desmond?!"

She caught a glance at the thing that landed on their home and realized that it was no fireball. It was a ship of some kind. It was silver and a perfect sphere. A hatch opened on it and she stared in awe. A red cloaked figure stepped out of the sphere onto the large chunks of rubble. It turned around and saw her. She gazed into its red eyes and all-of-a-sudden, couldn't move. In order to protect her son, if he was still alive, she decided to keep quiet. The last thing she wanted was to endanger Desmond.

The red cloaked figure slowly walked toward her. It could feel her fear as it closed the gap between them. It loved how its own presence struck fear in others. Originally, it was surprised there was even any life on this pitifull, small, blue planet. But the closer it approached her, the less it cared. It raised its right hand as if to choke her and the human clawed at its throat.

Desmond climbed out of the rubble off to the side, and saw his mother being approached by someone who looked like…a sith! If that was true, if it was a real sith, then they were already dead… He hid behind a large pile of rubble to avoid being seen.

The red cloaked figure gazed in Latrice's eyes as she slowly sufficated and said in a tone of threat, "Where's Szhin…?"

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A/N: Author Note: I'm really excited about writing this story. Wait till you find out what Weapon G-U is! I would really like for you'all to send a review to War of Force for me. That would really encourage me to continue this fanfic.

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