Before I begin, I what to thank Cloverheart609 for reveiwing twice! yay! Somebody acualy reads it! (Sorry it took 2 months for me to post another chapter...)

Chapter Seven

Minde almost growled at me. He took out his red lightsaber and then he did growl at me. In that second, two things happened: One, he reminded me of this dog the shop owner across the street had, who had been abandoned as a puppy and had a huge ugly scar running down his face. All of the orphans were scared of him till one day, I was about two and toddling across the street when I fell on my big baby butt. Being me, I didn't get up and waited for someone to help me up. A truck that was very low to the ground and had wheels was coming down the street towards me, but neither me or the driver noticed the other. Norman had noticed,but he was in the two story window and he knew he wouldn't make it in time. He shouted my name, and I looked up at him still not noticing the truck a couple feet behind me, when I felt something pull me up my my collar and I almost flew towards saftey. It was the dog, Boxer was his name, running from his post at the butchers front door to save my life. No one was ever afraid of him after that, and word must have spread because everyone dropped little spare bits of meat to him on their way out of the shop. He died when I was eight though, his age finaly catching up to him.

The second thing that happened I'm not quite sure of. One minute Minde's four yards away, the next he's right in my face trying to cut me in half. I manage to duck, but not before getting singed on the arm. I hissed in pain and roled away. I couldn't have been in Carbonite Freezing for two long, because my rib cage still hurt and I was still covered in cuts and bruises. He lunged at me with impossible speed, and soon we were fighting. It was weird, fighting someone without a fighter ship or a lightsaber. Especialy when he had a lightsaber and I didn't. He would lunge, slash, hack, and chop at me, but I managed to jump out of the way, roll away, or use the force to divert the lightsaber's path with the little concentration I had. Of course, I did get my share of cuts. And let me tell you, lightsaber wounds are painfull. It's like someone cut you with a knife, but said someone put that knife in a fordge for a day and didn't let it cool off.

We were at it for about ten minutes, untill someone, I think Luke, shouted my name and suddenly a silver object smacked me on the side of my head. I fell, and Minde stood over me proudly. Neither of us knew what the silver object was, but it had suddenly found its way to my hand. Minde brought his lightsaber down to srike the fatal blow, and I brought my hand up to stop it, when a jet of green erupted from my palm and stoped Minde's lightsber in mid-stike. Oh hey look, I thought dully. It's my lightsaber. Wait... its my lightsaber! I grinned automatically. Minde growled again, and I gripped the handle with two hands when he increased the pressure. I kicked him in the gut and he flew backwards. I realised that Luke and Leia were having their own battle with two dozen storm troopers, but Minde charged me again. This time I met him half way, more confident now mith a weapon in my hands. Red and green clashed, small sparks flying of the intense heat of the lightsabers. He pushed against me, but I jumped to the side and allowed his weight to carry him forwards. He waved his hand and something flew at me, but I blocked it. Thats the cool thing about one one one training for three months with Luke. He is really good when it comes to using the force and dogding small, bullet-like things in a second.

The small object was just a distrancion, however, and a large metal cylinder was thrown at me. I rolled out of the way, but Minde was there and landed a not very deep but long slice across my back. I grinded my teeth together, trying not to scream. Sweat dripped off my face. It might have just been me, but it was getting really hot in there. My clothes stuck to me in uncomfortable ways, not helping my cuts much, and my rib was throbbing. Minde picked me up from my colloar and held me up to eye level, leaving my feet dangling a good half a foot off the ground. He grinned triumphantly, which was even more grotesque up close.

Thats when I saw it. I adverted my gaze from Darth Minde's face, and the first place I looked was behind his head. I saw another flash of movment, and then a small set of lights came on. They were dim, but just enought that I could make out who was who. It was a controll room for something, and in it were, at the moment, my four favorite people: Chewie, C-Threepio, R2-D2, and Han Solo. I would have laughed right then had Minde's face not been inches from my own. He was saying something, but I wasn't listening. Han grinned at me, then mouthed something I couldn't make out. He motioned to my left and down to the floor, and I risked a glance. Now that I looked, I saw a distinct pattern. There were lines from the edges of the room coming in a zig-zag pattern to the center, just a foot away, and there was a big black circle were they all conected. I flicked my gaze back to Han. He motioned to the circle again.

As much as it pained me, I looked back to Darth Mindes face. He finished his speach just then and snareled in what sounded like a laugh.

"Yeah well, I've got feet." I kicked him in the privates, and when he dropped me I rolled over and crouched down. He recovered quicker than I realised, and he used the Force to lift me up by the neck above him. I glanced down, and all most cried in releif. He was standing on the circle. For a second, nothing happened. Then a electric current ran down each line faster than someone could move, and gathered in the circle. Before I knew it, a huge beam of electricity shot out from the circle and engulfing Minde and I.

It felt like when i had been transported from in space about to crash to somewhere on a enemy ship. Every one of my molecules felt like it was being streached and burned, all at the same time. After what could have been a couple seconds or several hours the electricity turned off. I free fell to the ground, and hit my head with a hard smack. Then everything whent black.

When I woke up, it must have only been a few seconds later. Leia was over me, pouring what felt like water all over my face. She smiled kindly when she saw my eyes open.

"Han..." I croaked. She tried to shush me, but I had to tell her. "Han... isn't dead.." She smiled.

"I know." She whispered. I blinked, then stared up at her in shock. She...She knew? SHe knew and didnt tell me? I backed away a little and turned my head when something brushed against my foot. I almost had a heart attack, and I swear my heart stopped for at least a second. Minde was laying a few inches away from me, his eys wide open and blank. I had seen that expresion too many times before on Luke, Leia and Han to know he was dead. I shifted back. "I know, scary." Leia said in a normal tone and she capped the jug of watter and set it aside. "I think it happened whdn he was younger, like fifteen or so, he was in a big accident that was partaly his fault. So he grew up even more bitter than before. He was an orphan, so no one really cared about what he did." When she said that, I almost felt a twinge of sympathy. He had been like me, growing up in a home where you're no one special, just another face in the cround. But I had been lucky. I had been brought up in a good orphanage, where I had learned, and I had gone a different path than Minde. What would have happened if he had lived with me? Would he have still been evil?

"Were's... Han and Luke?"

"Getting the Falcon. We're in the hanger, by the way. It's smaller than the main one but it will still fit several Falcons comfortably." Looking around, I saw that she was right. The room was suddenly bigger, thanks to several lights on the walls. I caught a flash of movment in the corner of my eye. I turned and saw a pile of dead storm troopers. One was shifting his gun...Wait what? He took aim, and I saw that he was aiming for Leia, and her unborn-still-tiny-lump-baby. I did only what came natural. After all, it was me who got into the most serious trouble at the orphanage.

So I pushed Leia aside and took the bullet.

Or lazer, whatever.

I was vaugley aware of Leia pulling out her own blaster and shoting the Storm Trooper, and her calling my name. I was aware but couldn't hear Han's voice on Leia's radio asking if everythig was okay. But the edges of my vision were going fuzzy. I felt warm, and comfortable, more so than I have been in a while. My rib wasn't hurting, I wasn't covered in cuts, I wasn't sore, or in any pain what so ever. I almost grinned, but thats when I relised I was tired. I was so very tired. I closed my eyes, even though a million milles away Leia told me not to, and everything whent black.

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