Yes, a new chapter! I am partially disappointed, however, at the lack of reviews! The story traffic says that only 35 people have read the second chapter of my story, compared to the sixty that read the first chapter! Please, review, or I cannot improve my story! Comment on the smallest things, even my misspelling of a word!

Ah well, that author's rant is out of the way. In this chapter, though, we see a familiar face. And Yugi shows off some of his jedi moves, for anyone who was looking forward to it.

Notes- I do not own any of the materials or characters in this story. All I own is this storyline, one that I am proud to say, is unique to the best of my knowledge.

onto the story!

Chapter 3

Seto Kaiba was having a bad day. First, he was in China. Not a bad thing by itself, but he was in the middle of nowhere, without a hot shower for miles. But again, that was still not a bad thing. No, the bad thing was the fact that his stepfather had dragged him out here to watch the opening of his latest weapons plant, and a practical demonstration of the weapons.

Of course, his life had been going downhill for the past few years, so who was he to complain? After all, he got out of classes for a few days. That was a benefit, he supposed. But still… if he had known what he'd be putting himself and his little brother through, he'd have thrown the chess match.

Kaiba gave a sigh, pushing his messy brown hair out of the way. Blue eyes as cold as ice thawed slightly, remembering good times at the orphanage. Then, as quickly as the thaw had come on, the bitter wind of a half-remembered arctic snowstorm froze them again. Gozaburo would be furious that Seto had not brushed his hair.

Standing, he strode to the washstand, long legs covering the distance easily. Picking up a comb, the teen tidied his hair, until it met his stepfather's perfection. With a sigh of relief, Seto walked back to the bed, crisis averted.

The scurrying of a rat caught his ear, and Seto turned to face the tiny creature. The poor thing was stuck here, the same as him. Bu in a way both enjoyed their current living conditions. The rat knew nothing better, and the teenager felt that a rundown hotel in the wilds of China was liberating. After all, it was just a short step from sleeping outside, from camping.

The heavy footfalls of Gozaburo's bodyguards caught his ear, and the young man stiffened suddenly. After a few minutes however, the footsteps faded away, and Seto let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. Unconsciously, his had brushed against the calluses that Gozaburo's 'lessons' had left. He was not eager to have more of the same.

A rapid footfall soon made itself known, and Seto barely had time to compose himself, barely had time to cast a veil of winter about his ice-blue eyes, before his younger brother burst in. Mokuba's breath was ragged, but after a few minutes, it faded into the gentle rhythm that comes after a win.

"Gozaburo says that there's less than ten minutes until the ceremony starts, and he wants to speak to you beforehand, big brother." The ten year olds words sounded heavy in Seto's ears, and the teenager nodded to his younger sibling.

"And where are you supposed to be right now? You now what'll happen if he finds out that you aren't there." Seto's words were rough as stone, with warmth that few could feel. With a gulp, Mokuba leapt out the window, landing on the hard ground lightly.

Not ten seconds later, a rough knock echoed through the room. Without waiting for a reply, Gozaburo Kaiba pushed the door open roughly. Eyes like frozen fire swept the room, landing distastefully on a half folded sock hidden in the corner. The dreadful eyes narrowed slightly, sending shivers down Seto's spine.

"Seto, it's time to head for the opening ceremony. You will stand erect at all times, and any disobedience will be severely punished. Do I make myself clear?" Gozaburo's words burrowed deep into Seto's heart, and the young man gave a terse nod to show that he understood.

The elder Kaiba's lip wrinkled into a sneer, as though a fouls smell had dared to permeate the room. "Then put on your coat and come. We mustn't waste any time at all." Gozaburo's words carried a heavy finality, punctuated by the slam of the door shutting behind the businessman.

Seto stood, reaching for the crisp coat that his stepfather demanded he wear. The thing was like a military jacket, more suited to an army officer than a high school student. Setting it about himself, he followed his father, feeling all the while that something was about to happen, that he wouldn't like.

Yugi trudged through the endless swamps, each step bogging him down. With a grimace, he looked at the horizon, noting the rise and fall of the mountains, still more of the manmade swamps tiered one above another. Here and there, the hats of farmers –Human, he noted with a wry smile- dotted the plains.

"Spirit, why do these humans do this? Only a Gungan would possibly enjoy working in these water-filled wastes. It makes me long for the deserts of Tattooine." The young Jedi voiced his complaints to his friend, who was obviously enjoying the benefits of being a spirit.

"Yugi, I wish that I could answer your question, but I cannot. Still, why did you wander the deserts, when everyone else would stay indoors, and be sensible?" The spirit smiled kindly down at his friend.

Yugi gave a bit of a sigh, and smiled slightly. "Because I enjoyed it. And because I would hate to be tied down, never knowing my family, my true family."

The spirit nodded, clearly pleased that Yugi was grasping some of the nuances of a different culture. "These people must get something from these swamps. Food or clothing is my guess. And the fact that they do the work themselves suggests that they are poor, too poor to purchase a droid."

Yugi paused to reflect on the spirit's wise words. His friend was right. People like these were certainly too poor to purchase a droid. But in areas like this, there was usually a rich being controlling the people, as Jabba the Hutt did.

Yugi let his eyes scan the horizon, searching for a building of some sort, anything with tech to repair his ship. Amethyst eyes alighted on a distant structure, not too far, but daunting to anyone without a fast method of travel.

With a goal set in mind, Yugi reached his mind back to where he had hidden his speeder. Calling the Force to himself, he lifted the speeder, and sent it skimming through the air, until it reached his present location. Ignoring the shouts and startled cries of the natives, Yugi mounted the speeder, and was off like a shot.

Ten minutes later, Yugi arrived at his destination. Parked on a small ridge overlooking the valley, he studied the building in detail. A pale grey, it was utterly bland, with small specks that appeared to be men wandering below.

Eager to learn more, Yugi pulled out a battered pair of macrobinoculars. Glancing through them, he watched the guards, bearing weapons that appeared to fire subatomic projectiles, as they patrolled the building. A quick glance at the interior told him what the building was for.

"Spirit," he breathed, not daring to speak louder, "It's an imperial weapons facility!"

The spirit gave a double take, his visage clouding over in anger. "We can't let them begin production. The Empire is bad enough without more weapons. Besides, this is a remote facility, obviously. They won't notice if we take it down."

Yugi gave a grin. "I always wanted to join the Rebel Alliance…" He paused in midthought, as a terrible wave of death and destruction washed over him. "A disturbance in the Force." He murmured to himself. "Billions of beings, their lives wiped out in an instant."

The spirit glanced at Yugi, concern showing clearly upon his translucent features. "Yugi! What just happened! Is it the Empire?"

Yugi gave a nod. "They must have just tested that secret weapon that they were always boasting about. And tested it on a planet. An inhabited one." Yugi stood, glaring at the weapons facility. "Get ready, Imperials. Because there's still one Jedi ready to fight."

Glancing up, he noticed a platform similar to the terrace that Jabba sometimes used for announcements. Obviously, some Imperial officer was going to make an announcement to the natives praising the glory of the Empire. Yugi gave a grin, watching the bodyguards (hired muscle of course, no Stormtroopers) file onstage.

Without a backwards glance at the platform, Yugi leapt down the mountain, the Force guiding his footsteps. He fingered his lightsabre, still strapped to his belt, and took a meditative breath. The facility lay not far ahead. And soon, it would cease to exist.

Seto walked across the dry ground, the tiers of rice paddies setting a wonderful backdrop against the mountains. But the young man did not see any of this. All he could see was the platform that his stepfather would use to give his speech, and a pair of wooden poles set into the ground nearby.

Bodyguards were everywhere, and not far away, the inhabitants of the village, not to mention rich shareholders, were waiting for the speech to get underway. As he walked, Mokuba carefully dropped back, to speak to his older brother.

"Gozaburo says that you'll be in charge of security of the factory when the opening ceremonies get underway, Big Brother." Mokuba's voice was fearful, and the boy was frightened for his elder brother.

"Don't worry, Mokuba. I don't plan on dying anytime soon." Seto's voice was calm, masking the panic growing within him. Slowly, he took a deep breath, relaxing as it removed the sense of wrongness that had been filling him just a few minutes ago.

"Everything's going to be just fine." Seto whispered the words to himself one more time, before taking his seat, and awaiting his stepfather's arrival

Yugi approached the guards, his face hooded, and sand coloured clothes draped loose about him. One of the guards raised his hand, shouting in an unknown tongue. Yugi gave a small smile, and waved his hand. "You will let me in." the young Jedi said, lacing his words with Force persuasion.

The guard slackened, speaking something in his strange tongue. Then, he turned to his companion, and said a few words. The other guard's face brightened, and he gave a nod. The pair stepped aside, letting the young Jedi enter.

Yugi smiled. All imperials, save the higher officers, were amazingly easy to mind trick. A useful tool, in any conditions. Quietly, he stepped forward, entering the facility. Glancing about, he seized the Force, and allowed it to give him strength beyond ordinary means, and propel him upwards, in a Force Jump to a catwalk above.

By some quirk of chance, he landed right in front of a pair of guards. Startled, they began shouting. One raised his weapon, while the other raced away, presumably to raise the alarm. Yugi stepped back, calling his lightsabre to his hand. With a snap-hiss, the brilliant blade ignited.

The remaining guard took a step back, clearly in shock over who his opponent was. Yugi wasted no time, severing first the barrel of the weapon, and then the terrified guard's hand. With a quick Force Push, Yugi sent the man against the catwalk railing.

The first foe unconscious, Yugi leapt over him, and ran towards the second. The poor man was babbling into a communication device, and gave a scream as he saw Yugi coming. His voice fell silent, however, when Yugi brought the white hot plasma in his grip down on the communications device, disarming the man of his hand as well.

Glancing around, the young Jedi leapt to the ground, whirling around, and raising his lightsabre blade at his latest foe.

Seto jerked his head out of a weary stupor, as a bodyguard tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Kaiba, we've had a report of an intruder in the factory. Seeing as you are in charge of security regarding this division, we felt it best to inform you of it, and let you handle it personally."

Seto nodded. "Very well. I suppose I should. Anything else would be improper, wouldn't it? You may go now." The young genius smiled at the man, never letting it reach his eyes. Standing, he excused himself from the ceremonies, and turned to enter the factory.

The factory itself was like a maze, filled with winding corridors, and offices. All of it built to disguise the true nature of the factory from prying eyes. At last, however, Seto located the door that led to the factory floor. Pushing it gingerly open, Seto stifled a gasp at the sight before him.

Standing in the middle of the factory floor, was a young man, possibly even a boy. His face was partially covered by the hooded clothes he wore, designed to be of more use in the desert than the wilds of China. From the parts of his face Seto could see, he glimpsed clear amethyst eyes, and golden bangs, set in a tanned face.

But what caught Seto's eye the most was the glowing sword in his grip. Strewn about the child were fallen guards, missing various body parts. Seto let out a sigh of relief, glad that none had been killed. Then, he let out a nervous gulp, as the boy turned on him, holding the glowing sword at his throat.

Seto Kaiba's day had just gone from bad, to worse.