This sequel isn't really going the way I planned. But that's okay. It'll all work out in the end. Happy Holidays!

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"When you said you knew someone who could read ancient Fireshadow, I didn't know you meant him," Anakin hissed. "He still has a crush on you."

"No he doesn't," Padme` scoffed. "It was twenty years ago. He's probably over it."

"Yeah, Dad. Probably," Luke grinned up at his father.

"What happened to your sister?" Anakin mumbled.

"Showing off her lightsaber to some boy over there," Luke gestured towards Leia and an older boy with light brown hair.

Anakin sped over there and clamped a hand on Leia's shoulder.

"Time to go," he growled, glaring at the boy who was rolling his eyes at the lightsaber.

"My dad says that nothing beats a blaster," the boy said smugly.

"Well, you dad's never battled a Sith," Anakin argued.

"He says you guys have hokey religions," the boy continued.

"Who the hell is your dad?"

"Aw, he's Irion Solo. He's the best racer pilot in the whole galaxy! And I'm his son, Han."

"You got some gut talking to strangers kid," Anakin muttered.

"Well, we live on Correllia so I'm pretty used to strangers."

Out of the corner of his eye, Anakin saw Padme` starting to walk over to him, probably going to yell at him for arguing with a thirteen year old.

"Enjoy your vacation kid, and don't run into any more Jedi," Anakin said, flashing his lightsaber at the boy.

"Han's nice," Leia decided as she followed her father to rejoin the others.

"Han doesn't believe in Jedi like you."

"And you, Dad."

Padme` pulled Anakin away from a fist fight with his daughter, "We're almost there. Don't fight your daughter."

"I wasn't planning on it! If he can't read this, you have to make me pie when we get home," Anakin muttered.

"Whatever you say, dear," she said, planting a kiss on his lips.

HHHHHH

Just outside of Theed, a huge house rose out of the ground next to a winding, crystal river.

"Damn. We need a house out here," Luke whispered, awestruck.

"Don't use that word!" Padme` and Anakin chorused.

Luke shrugged as Padme` walked up towards the door. She knocked a few times until a tall man in a black suit and a white shirt answered. He had gray hair that was greased back and a long, pointed nose that took up most of his face. Beady eyes looked down over his nose at the Skywalkers.

"May I help you?" he droned.

"Is Palo Tyrez here?"

"Why, of course. This is his house, milady. Please, do come in," he opened the door and allowed the family inside. "May I ask who calls for Master Tyrez?"

"Uh, Padme` Skywalker and company. We need him to translate something for us."

"I see. Please wait just a moment," he turned slowly and elegantly walked up the stairs.

"And company? Really?" Anakin hissed.

"Yeah, well."

"You still like him, don't you?" Leia teased.

Padme` threw up her hands in exasperation, "No. But this guy is about as upper class as you can get. Can we just act normal for half an hour?"

"Angel, I think that it's impossible for us to act normal for even five minutes."

"Master Tyrez awaits," the butler announced, ushering them up the stairs and into a giant office.

In the center of the large office, a bearded man with short brown hair sat behind a large, oak desk.

"My, my. If it isn't Padme` Naberrie. It's been a while, yes?" Palo rose from his desk and kissed the top of Padme`'s hand.

Anakin stiffened and interrupted, "Yes, so long, in fact, that's she's married. And with children."

"I see. I apologize," Palo flustered. "Now, is there a specific reason you came to see me after so long?"

"Technically, it's Dad who needs your help," Leia explained.

"Even though he won't tell us why," Luke added.

"This doesn't concern you two!" Anakin snapped. "I just thought it would be a fun field trip to see who could've been your father."

Padme` stomped on his foot.

"OW! Holy mother of Sith!" he cried, collapsing into a chair and cradling his foot. "Here, Palo. Translate this."

He tossed over the relic and Palo caught it expertly. He took out a pair of glasses and positioned them on the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, a real catch," Anakin muttered.

"Well, it says that removing this relic releases all Chaos. Oh dear, it is removed, isn't it?"

"Don't worry," Padme` soothed. "I'm sure your butler can protect you."

Anakin snickered quietly.

"It also tells of thirteen Sith spirits of the Fireshadow clan. That's not too good, is it? It will take powers only a Jedi can have to stop them."

"What?" Padme` nearly hollered.

"It doesn't say, my dear," Palo laughed. "Are you really so naïve that you believe the Sith would actually put the secret to defeating them on a relic?"

Anakin stood up, towering over the artist, "I think you have somewhere else to be. Before you get yourself in a situation that's not particularly easy to get out of."

Palo shrunk back in his chair. Anakin snatched the relic from his hand and stormed out of the room.

"Get over me, Palo. It's been dead for twenty years," Padme` called on her way out.

Luke and Leia followed, laughing.

HHHHHH

Galen almost wished he had been left behind on Yavin 4. Kissing Ahsoka was probably, no was, the worst decision he had ever made in his life. It was too late for him to change it. And Ahsoka didn't want him. Or she would've spoken to him already.

They were adults, sort of. They should be able to sort out their feelings. Assuming there were any feelings.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this was just all one big dream and he would wake up, alone. As a Sith. With Sidious waiting for him.

HHHHH

"Master Yoda, please. There has to be something you're forgetting," Anakin begged.

Yoda shut his eyes, "Not sure, I am. Many ancient secrets, I know."

"We know that," Ahsoka sighed. "That's why we're asking you."

"What if, relic, instead of power, it is? Relic that matches the Sith's, hmm?"

"He has a point. If the Jedi have a relic from the first Jedi, then maybe it can combat the relic from the first Sith," Galen pointed out.

"Old legend, there is. Of Jedi before even my time. Master Skywalker, know it, I believe you do," Yoda said quietly.

Anakin thought for a moment and then began, "A long time ago, when only Sith roamed the galaxy, there was a young Force-sensitive man named Lahk Benrah. He was wise, for the Force had given him insight to both the past and the future. One day, Darth Malor found him, and asked him to join the Fireshadows. He refused and formed the Jedi Order, seeking out all Force-sensitives to protect them from the Dark Side."

"Forgetting the prophecies he said, you are," Yoda interrupted.

"I'm getting there! He predicted the Chosen One," Anakin grinned. "And he also made a relic that could counteract the relic of the Fireshadows. With this relic, he imprisoned the Sith in their own relic."

"Well, where is it? Let's go!" Ahsoka jumped to her feet.

"One problem, there is. Lost millenniums ago, this relic was," Yoda shook his head sadly.

"Any idea where it might be?" Galen asked glumly.

"Tatooine, Dantooine, Dathomir, my guesses are."

"Of course," Anakin sighed. "Let's split up. I'll take Tatooine with my son. Galen, since you're my daughter's Master you take her to Dathomir. And Ahsoka, take a few clones with you to Dantooine."

"May the Force be with you," Yoda said as the three hurried out of the room.