Yeah, I know, the chapter title isn't the best. Bite me.

Little Green Hermit

Reid was right, they all felt. Repetition was the key to becoming more used to space travel. It wasn't relaxing, but it was somewhat familiar. The Sorceress, and Ciri still stared in wonder, at the blue light of hyperspace, whilst Geralt conversed with Reid, to keep himself calm. "Tell me about this planet we're going to."

"It's a swamp world, called Dagobah." Reid says. "No established sentient life to be found, other than Master Yoda. No Jedi ever really likes coming here, due to the Dark Side energy, inherit to the planet. But that same energy is why Yoda came here; he knew his presence would be masked by the Darkness.

"What's his story?"

"He's closer to my age, than any one else in the galaxy, save my son. No one knows for certain what his species is called, and Yoda himself finds away to change the topic, whenever hes asked about it."

"Sounds familiar."

"Yen said as much. It's not my place to ask about Roach though. Anyway, Yoda has lived near 1,000 years. He's sickly, but he's been like that for a long time. I'm not sure he's ready to pass on yet. And in spite of the time in isolation, I know for a fact he has wisdom to offer."

"Statement: The ship will enter Dagobah's atmosphere, in approximately 2 minutes." The signal was coming from HK.

"Fasten your seat belts, everybody. I'm taking us in." Dagobah isn't a safe fly zone, but Reid had made this trip enough times, to safely navigate to the landing zone, with his eyes closed. Not that it made the bumpy ride any easier to sit through, for his companions. They all breathed a slightly uneasy sigh of relief, when it was all over. As they all got out of their seat, Reid spoke up. "One last thing about Master Yoda. When you meet him, keep in mind one of his most famous quotes. 'Size matters not.'" He then stood up out of his seat, and moved in front of his group. "And you'll see why, in a minute."

The loading ramp dropped down, as the coarse air filled the lungs of the vessel's passengers. This world wasn't pretty to look at, and it was damn near evil. But in this lone spot, there was somehow a kind of tranquility. No doubt caused by the specter of light that Yoda was. As the loading ramp lowered, a small, pointy eared green creature, walking along with the aid of a cane, came into view, and that was when Reid's companions realized why the quote was relevant this situation. This "Yoda" couldn't have been any bigger, or taller, then a Godling.

"Master Anselmo, returned you have." The small Grand Master greets.

"Glad to see you're hanging in there, Yoda. But you know I was never a Master."

The little green creature give his signature laugh. "In rank, true. But in experience, more so than myself, perhaps." The ancient Jedi then looks over to Reid's new team. "Your crew." He simply states

"Outsiders. That's an understatement."

"Very well." Yoda looks up, into the eyes of his old friend. "Troubled, you are Reid."

"I am. The Sith have a new weapon. A Dark Jedi, capable of mass teleportation. Not even just from one side of the galaxy, to the other. Across the entire universe."

Yoda grunts. This didn't seem beyond the realms of possibility for the Force, but the sheer scale of such a power, under the control of a Dark Jedi, was... troubling. "How did you this?"

"He used this power, to banish me to my companion's galaxy. How I returned is a long story."

"Pardon me, Master Yoda." Ciri interrupts. "You don't have any disbelief in this."

"No. In my long life, many possibilities have I seen, from the Force. Disbelief, I do not feel. Yet the scale of this power, alarming it is."

"Old friend, do you know anything about this Dark Jedi?"

"Even after near complete annihilation of our Order, continue to cloud the Force, the Emperor does. Numerous Dark agents the Emperor commands, difficult it makes it to track down one single agent."

"Then maybe you should attempt to track down multiple." Triss pipes up to suggest.

"M-hmm-hmm, outside the box your thinking is. Unfortunately, tried already I have. Unsuccessful I was. The Emperor himself the only being I could detect."

"Damn, all the good that does. Heavily fortified as he is, we would be massacred." Reid says.

"There must be a way." Geralt says.

"Perhaps we should rely on a vision, Master." Reid suggests.

"Through the darkness, a brief moment, we may be able to witness. But safe a large group here is not."

"Why's that, did Pirates run out of fuel, and land near here?"

"No, a danger local fauna has recently become. A pack of Dragonsnakes have moved close to my hut. Sneaky the beast has proven to be. Safe from it on my own, I am. But mask a groups presence from the beast, I cannot.

"Sounds like a job for a witcher." Yen says, looking at Geralt.

"Your silver sword better be sharp, my friend. those are some hard skinned beasts."

"A dull silver sword is a sin in the eyes of a witcher."

"Witcher?" Yoda is completely out of the know, toward Geralt's profession.

"I'll explain what I witnessed, while Geralts gone."

"Anything you can tell me about what I'm looking for?"

"It's a big bastard you'll be hunting my friend. A Dragonsnake can stand anywhere between two, and six meters tall. Now it may have dragon in its name, but it has no wings, so don't worry about it changing up the fight.

"To combat the creature, wise it would be, to keep yourself out of its sight."

"You may be a larger man, but you're a quick one yourself, so you shouldn't have any issue with that. If you need to slow the beast down, keep in mind that its scales are weak to fire."

"Got it. Which way did you say you saw this Dragonsnake?" Geralt asks Yoda.

"To the northeast. Easy is traversal over the terrain. Have to walk long to find a trail, you will not."

"Here, take this." Reid hands Geralt a comlink. "It's a portable communication device. It has a direct line to my own comlink, so all you have to do is push the button, and I'll get your call. If there's any information you need for your hunt, just ask."

"Alright. Let me head out, and get this over with."

"I'm coming with you." Triss says to him. "They said this Dragonsnake is weaker to fire. You know I can help."

Geralt smiles. "Then lets go."

Ciri step up to Geralt. "Be careful."

"I would've thought you wanted to come."

"I'm interested to see what I can learn from these two."

"We'll be back."

Half an hour later...

The further away that they got from Yoda's hut, the thicker the fog became. For as easy as the terrain was, just as the little Jedi had said it was, the fog was what the real difficulty in traveling on this world. If only Reid was here with them, he could have pushed it to the side. Luckily, Triss was here to light a flame, and guide them. Also luckily, the fog wasn't never ending. And as the air cleared, Geralt had a scent of something, hoping that it was his first lead to the Dragonsnake.

"Think I got something." He says, following over to the origin of the smell. Footprints tend to visually disappear immediately after they are put into the ground. But this Dragonsnake's footprint was still visible to the naked eye. Geralt used his own senses, to see how big the print really was. "Well shit, by this footprint, it looks like this bastard stands at five meters."

"We better find it fast then." Triss says.

Geralt looks upward, keeping his eyes on the tracks, when he sees a smaller creature, torn in half. He walks up to the corpse, and examines the creature. It looked to be an overgrown praying mantis-like creature. While not as tall as their prey, it's skin was rough and tough, in spite of the fact that there was evidently very little struggle on the end of the attacker. Looking up a little bit further, saw more bits of the creatures remains.

"This Dragonsnake wasn't looking for food. This beast is killing for sport." He rose up to his feet, and turned to Triss. "Now we really need to find this fucker." In the distance, there was noise, something between a hum and a hiss caught both of their attentions. "It's coming from the same direction that the tracks lead to."

"Let's go."

The fog quickly picked back up after they left the scene of the smaller creature's murder, but Geralt's senses never lost track of the footprints. Triss' fire was now more for herself, than for the both of them. Coming to another clearing from the fog, the first thing to catch Geralt's eyes is perturbed ground, showing evidence of a large creature having just laid down to rest. The trail did not end here, and Geralt decided that he'd rather not fight this Dragonsnake in the fog. "We're more likely to lure this bastard here, than find it anywhere else."

"You're looking to use bait?"

"Exactly my plan. Let me call Reid." Geralt pulled the link off of his belt, and pushed the button. Immediately, a light blue image of Reid was projected by the device.

"What's going on Geralt?" He asks the witcher.

"Can you hear me?" Geralt asks, unsure of how exactly this device works.

"I can. What news do you have for us?"

"We still haven't found the Dragonsnake yet, but we found a torn in half body of a smaller creature. No signs that the Dragonsnake was looking for food. This big bastard is killing for sport."

"That's never a good thing to hear, about a Dragonsnake that size."

"Exactly. Now, I've come across clearing, where it looks like the Dragonsnake took some time to rest. I think I can bait it back to this location, but I need to know what I can use as bait."

"There's a few options. But the two easiest are what I would recommend, since for the others you wouldn't know what to look for. The first option is to find a live, lesser animal, that the Dragonsnake may decide to use for sport. Your other option is to go back to where you found the corpse, and bring it back to the location you want to lure the Dragonsnake out to."

"How would that be effective?" Triss asks.

"The Dragonsnake's instincts. Killing for sport or not, a Dragonsnake tends to eat the corpses of its prey. And their kills have certain calling cards to them, one that actually scares off other animals, looking to make the corpse their own meal."

"So if we choose that route, there's no need to get back to the body in a hurry?"

"None at all. And a word of advice: If I were you, I would go with that option. It'll be easier, take less time than bringing a live animal to the location, and there's less danger involved, obviously."

"Then that's the option that we're going with."

"If that's the case, let me send you some help." Reid makes a call to his ship, and HK is added to this conversation. "Vigilante, do you copy?"

"Affirmative: Your signal is coming in clear, master. What is it you require?"

"I put a tracking device on my new companion, Geralt. He's heading to a certain location. I want you to meet up with him there, move a corpse to another location, and then help Geralt bring down a Dragonsnake."

"Statement: Yes Master. I shall aid the meatbags in their hunt, with tremendous joy." The droids line to the call is then cut, and it's just Geralt and Reid again.

"Is he gonna call us that the entire time?"

"No. When he's waiting for prey to come to him, he doesn't say a word. One more thing: Depending on how recent the kill was, be prepared to wait. Dragonsnakes can go to up to ten hours, without eating."

"Wait, what was that about a tracking device?"

"Reid out." He immediately cuts the call. Cutting the line, Reid returns back to speak with Yoda, and the others.

"Did you really sneak something by Geralt?" Yennefer asks.

"It's the smallest thing actually, easy to overlook, no matter how attuned your senses are. All I had to do was ask to examine one of his blades."

"Clever." Ciri says.

"Have to be. Dirty tactics are essential to my freedom, in this time."

"Unfortunate times, indeed. Struggle, the Rebellion continues to. A Jedi to serve as a figurehead, a leader, useful to such it would prove to be."

Reid shakes his head. "Yoda, I'm not joining the Rebellion. Not while many more of our brothers are in danger."

"Making yourself a prime target for the Empire, you are. However drawn away, attention will be from surviving Jedi. But know that they cannot maintain full command of you, they will. Free to aid Jedi still lost in the wind, you will be. Handle it, you can."

"Enough blaster bolts can still knock me out."

"Then deflect the bolts."

Reid chuckles, conceding. "As I've been saying since the Rebellion was formed, I'll think about it, Grand Master."

"All that I ask, as always it is."

"How exactly has the rebellion been struggling?" Yennefer chimes in.

Reid realized that he hadn't exactly given to much detail into the war. They were in this galaxy, so they had the right to know. Pursing his lips, and shaking his head, Reid prepared to tell every relevant, and embarrassing detail of the best hope for the galaxy to be rid of the Empire, a best hope that had yet to get legs underneath itself. "Where do I even start?"

"If it's that bad, then why not from the beginning?" Ciri states.

Reid smiles. "Obvious, but logical. The Rebellion was born at a meeting of wealthy, influential, and Force sensitive individuals, on the planet Corellia. A man named Galen Marek emerged from no where, literally. No one knew who he was, where he came from, or why he fought like a Jedi. Through some incredible feats of power, he inspired Bail Organa, Garm Bel Iblis, and Mon Mothama, three Imperial senators, who openly denounced the Emperor to take a stand. On that very same day however, Darth Vader himself, along with his personal Imperial military legion the five hundred and first, blasted their way into the meeting, took the Rebel leaders prisoner, and seemingly killed Marek. It was the first the galaxy had ever seen of the Empire's most deadly weapon: the Death Star. A moon-sized planet killer." Reid chuckled to himself, as a sudden realization hit him. "I guess Revan had family."

"What?" Ciri questions.

"I just realized that my ancestor Revan, and Galen Marek share the same surname. I find it highly unlikely that he and I were related, but the I find the thought interesting. But I'm getting of topic. Marek barely survived, healed up, and used the Force to pinpoint where his allies had been taken. In the end, he sacrificed himself, to ensure the Rebel leaders escape. His sacrifice is what keeps their spirits high, and drives them to fight. But thus far, it hasn't been enough.

"But recently, given to the rebellion, an opportunity was. An opportunity brought about, by Darth Vader's mistake."

"What sort of mistake?" Yen asks.

"A mistake that led to the Rebellion securing brief control of the Empires cloning facilities on Kamino. Those cloning facilities are where the Empire stored a sample of an elite Mandalorian combatant, named Jango Fett. They would use this sample to clone the entirety of their army, which is why their army is as feared as it is. In the brief time that the Rebellion held Kamino, they evacuated a large number of the employees that had basically been turned into slaves on the world, after a Rebellion that the Kaminoans themselves attempted to give birth to, before the 501st shut them down. After these two major incidents, the Empire began to clone more soldiers from a variety of templates. The 501st themselves are all still cloned from Fett's DNA, although they are now cloned at an entirely different facility, offworld. Now, since there aren't as many workers as their once was, the Empire has begun to recruit, or conscript soldiers, from civilian populace. And since they need soldiers to fight the war, also with other DNA templates being from people who were not on Fett's level, the average Imperial soldier is poorly trained. Now, the Empire's true military strength, lies in the numbers the cloning facilities can churn out."

"But what was Darth Vader's mistake?"

"He attempted to- and was successful- clone Galen Marek. Smart in theory. Before Marek became founder of the Rebellion, he was Vader's own apprentice.

"How was he able to do that?" Ciri asks, dumbfounded

"It really shouldn't have been possible. A Jedi's unique genomes should make it impossible to make a clone of any one of us, no matter how powerful they are, same going for the Sith. But while his allegiances may have changed, whether he was called Anakin Skywalker, or Darth Vader, one thing always remained the same: his stubbornness. All in secret, he used the most brilliant minds in the Empire, and out of it as well. Months, turning into a year passed, many bodies were thrown in to Kaminos vast oceans, because they all turned out to be failures. But eventually, he succeeded, in creating two. One of which, perfect in his eyes. The other, well he tried to kill the other, and the clone rebelled against him, and escaped Kamino. Not long later, the clone returned with Rebellion in tow. Of course, the battle that followed didn't go well for the Rebels at first, but eventually, they pulled off something almost as impossible as capturing Coruscant, and they secured Kamino, and even took Vader prisoner. But of course, eventually Vader escaped, and the Empire took Kamino back."

"Yet, at the end of the day," Ciri started. "The victory itself wouldn't have been possible without a mistake on Darth Vader's part."

"Yes. Hell they wouldn't have even known where Kamino was, if Marek's light clone hadn't have brought coordinates with him, that would point the Empire in the right direction. They also wouldn't have captured Vader, were it not for one of my Imperial spies sabotaging the Dark Marek clone's TIE fighter, so he couldn't get to the location of where they captured him at, so fast."

"I don't, but for obvious reasons, I want them to win. I stay on top of all the events, with agents I have on both sides, and whenever I see an opportunity to lend a hand indirectly, I take full advantage of those opportunities."

"I get the feeling you actually enjoy being a bit of a puppet master."

"I take joy in a number of things." Reid then adds, looking directly at Yen, "Sights, for example."

"You're the worst." She says to him, as he laughs slyly.

"Change, you never do Master Anselmo. Still numerous, your exploits are." Yoda chimes in.

"Yoda!" Reid states. He may realize that that wasn't exactly what Yoda meant, but Yoda himself undoubtedly didn't.

"Numerous." Yennefer says, obviously finding this entertaining. "Please do tell Master Yoda."

"There's nothing to talk about," Reid says, somewhat panicked. "Yoda doesn't realize how that can be taken out of context."

"Oh I'm sure, just as I was about Geralt's word." she responds, teasingly. "Please, do tell my new friend."

"I think I might have left something on the ship," Ciri speaks up, wanting to leave, before this got awkward. "I'll return in an hour, or two." She didn't care at all if the loading ramp was still lowered, or not.

One hour later...

HK dropped the corpse of the small creature to the floor. They had their trap, but had no idea how far away their prey was. Knowing this, HK brought along a tool to aid them. He pulled off a medium length technological blaster from his waist.

"What are you doing?" Geralt asks.

"Answer: This is no weapon. This is a radar gun. It is capable of searching an area, from over a 500 mile area. Addendum: I shall use it to get a good idea of how far away our target is, and which direction it is. Conclusion: This will allow us to make whatever preparations we prefer to make, in this situation."

"What does that mean, for you?" Triss asks.

"Answer: For now, it means that I must keep an eye on the radar, which currently shows that our target is approximately 75 miles away from our current position. Offer: In the meantime, I shall explain to you both how this radar gun works, if you would like."

"I think I'd rather meditate, since we didn't bring any sort of food with us." Geralt responds.

"I second that." Triss adds.

"Confusion: The Master did not say that you two were Jedi."

"We're not, but meditation still works for us."

"Affirmative: Understood. I shall attempt to alert you to take positions, as the creature grows closer." The droid looks over to the witcher, and sorceress, who have already sunken deep into their meditations. "Scoff: Meatbags." the droid states, after a couple of seconds of silence.

Back in the Vigilante...

The first time she had walked inside of this ship, the lights, and technology that Ciri had laid her eyes on had her hooked. But before now, she had yet to have her chance to explore the rest of Reid's vessel. She of course stayed out of Reid's room, as she wouldn't go in there, without his permission. She gazed at the engines, in complete wonder of how exactly they managed to make this large piece of metal fly. She examined the controls in the cockpit, curious how exactly to control the ship, in flight. Then she went to the cargo hold.

There wasn't much 'cargo' in the hold. "Makes sense. He's an immortal, so he doesn't need much." She observes. However, there was a charging station for his droids, where T3, and R4 were currently hooked into. Not that Ciri knew that was what it's purpose was. Looking further into the cargo hold, Ciri saw a smaller version of the computer that Reid used back at his home, to display the holographic images, of the major players in the Galactic Civil War. She walked closer to the computer, and saw that it was labeled. "Garrus" it said. Ciri remembered, Garrus was the name of Reid's son. She was curious. All that she, or her family knew about Garrus thus far, was that he was a Dark Jedi. Taking a brief second to think about, she decided that she'd rather ask Reid for forgiveness, than permission. Pressing a button, a computerized voice spoke to her.

"Personal logs accessed. Please choose a subject." The feminine voice said to her.

"Garrus Anselmo." She said, after recovering from the shock, of the sudden voice.

"Logs on your son accessed. Select a folder."

"Folder?" She took a moment to think about her next move. She didn't want to risk alerting Reid. "What are the names of all the folders?"

"There are three folders: Early Hatred, Further Estrangement, and Post-Order 66, the last of which, chronicles events from the last 20 years."

"Open all the logs, from the last folder."

"There are only three logs. The first dates exactly five years after the night of Order 66. The second eleven years, two months, 1 week, and 2 days after Order 66. The third and final log, was recorded four months, 3 weeks, and 6 days ago."

"Play the first log."

"Accessing log."

A holographic image of Reid then pops up, as his distressed voice speaks. "Force. What a terrible day. Nothing really to talk about, as far as the century leading up to Order 66 is concerned. I'm gonna say that my last fight with my son, was 162 years ago, but I'd have to check my logs to be certain about that. Not that it matters any more, after I just barely avoided capture by my son. One of my lightsabers now needs to be repaired, and just like every single fight before, I've made no progress in getting through to him." He takes a moment to take a hard sigh, rubbing at his forehead. "Centuries trying to figure out a solution to this problem, yielding absolutely no results. If only his mother was still alive. She didn't hate me, and he loved her more than anyone else, in his life." He then lightly chuckles. "Hell, if my mother was here, her wisdom may very well provide me with the answers I need. Shit, maybe he just needs a good woman. Just, how can..." He shakes his head, stopping himself. "End log." His image then cuts out.

"His son misses his mother. A catalyst no doubt." Ciri muses. "Play the second log in the folder."

"Accessing log."

"Back when the Emperor was the Republic's Chancellor, I spoke to him about my son, because at that point, I had lost every incentive as to where he was. It was the first time I had ever done that, and the last thing the galaxy needs is an immortal Sith Lord. If only I had known at the time." Reid shakes his head, obviously musing at who the Chancellor truly was. "He never managed to find him, and I doubt he ever even spent any sort of time, at all, towards finding him. Now however, it looks like my son is trying to get some notice. A group of locals on Naboo, were attempting to rise up, and take control of an Imperial supply cache, not far from the Gungans kingdom. More raiders than anything admittedly, so it's no surprise that they had their plans written out, and detailed." He pauses to think, then continues. "I know my son's handiwork. He slaughtered the raiders, and left their plans behind. He's looking to be recognized. My fight with him, a few years ago, managed to help me get back on top of his actions, for the first time in far too long. I don't want him to be in the Empire. I went to Naboo, cleared out the evidence. Now, it just looks like the raiders were killed by the Gungans." Reid clenches at the bridge of his nose, frustrated. "Son of a bitch. I've got to make this my primary focus. End log." His image cuts.

"He wants to join the Empire. Garrus hates his father. The Empire is his best chance to capture him. Play the most recent log in the folder."

"Accessing log."

Reid starts the log, with a incredibly hard sigh, and his image shows him practically strangling his forehead. "Garrus is in the Empire. So many times in my life, my worst nightmares have come true. Fuck, I was really hoping this one would be the one that didn't." He straightens up, and refocuses. "One of my contacts in the Empire recently received a new Captain of his frigate. The captain introduced himself as Garrus Anselmo. He described him, said that he had yellow eyes. That's the only descriptor I needed. It's my son, no question. I'm not surprised that my son climbed the ranks quickly, he's hyper-intelligent. I didn't tell my contact of my son's Force sensitivity, as that would only make him nervous around him, which is that last thing he needs to feel around my boy. I simply told him to keep a straight face, and keep a calm mind around him, as he is incredibly attentive. Closest way to tell as much of the story as I can, that there is." He looks down to the floor. "Now what?" He simply asks himself. "End log." His image cuts one last time.

Suddenly the computerized voice fills the entire cargo hold. "Unit designate 'T3-M4' charging completed, droid is now powering up." Quickly, Ciri presses the same button that turn the computer on, and it luckily shuts the computer back off. She walks over to greet the droid, and it beeps at her once. "Hi." Beeping at her once again, and while she couldn't understand what the droid was saying, she could tell that it was upset with her. Then, the voice speaks again. "T3-M4 says that he overheard what you said, at the Raxus Prime homestead. Informative: Reid tasked me with translating anything that both T3-M4, and R4-C8 says to you, and you're companions."

"Thank you for that." Ciri bends down in front of the little droid. "I would like to apologize to you, little one. I'm a complete stranger to this place, and I have many questions. That one was out of line." The droid beeps a short series.

"Translation: Indeed, it was."

She lightly chuckles. "When I really think about, along with Reid paying tribute to his ancestor, You are absolutely adorable." The droid first looks at her, it's eye becoming slightly brighter. It then rapidly spins it's head around, and moves it's front legs forward, and back again, making Ciri giggle.

"Informative: A physical response towards an organic, such as this, in a utility, or astromech droid, represents affection toward the organic." Ciri smiles brightly in response to her new found friend. Still, in the back of her mind, the story she had just learned of Reid and his son obviously, by the number of logs that were certainly in the other folders, she knew enough to feel saddened by the tale.

Hours later, and miles away...

A droid has no care towards time, especially not one based off of an assassin droid's original design. HK could've waited another hour watching the dot on the radar, representing his target, and wouldn't have made a sound. But it wasn't at all necessary. Reattaching the radar gun to it's waist, the droid readies the sniper rifle hanging from his back, and heads over to awaken the witcher, and the sorceress. "Alert: Meatbags, our target is 10 miles from our current position."

"Heard ya." Geralt says, as he rises up to his feet. "What's your plan?"

"Answer: That rock formation behind you is the perfect position to leave me hidden. How you and your female companion choose to take position, is entirely up to you." The droid quickly turns away, and scales up the rock formation, going prone, and preparing to take aim.

"Triss, the Dragonsnake will be here soon." She was still meditating, until this point.

"Okay. What's the plan?"

"First, do you have a spell that can mask our scent, so that the creature is focused on the corpse?"

"No, but I did bring a potion from home, in case we were in this kind of situation."

"Only one?"

"We'll have to share." Popping the top off, she downs a single sip, which is enough, sneering as she sips. She hands the vial again, and it's the exact same for him. "Now what?"

"Pick a tree off to the right, and hide. I'll do the same off to the left. I'm not entirely sure, but I think the droid will shoot on the first bite. When he does, blast the Dragonsnake, and we'll go from there."

"Okay." She reaches up, and kisses him, before they both pick their own tree. Minutes later, it became evident just how massive this thing was. The creature was at this point, by Geralt's estimate, still four and a half miles away, and the ground was already shaking. Up to this point, Geralt had been wondering if this creature would classify as an animal, or a monster, and now he knew, as his medallion was beginning to lightly vibrate. Now being able to tell that this creature was covering .1 miles at least every six seconds, Geralt draws his silver sword, from his back, then stilled his breathing, and listened. No longer feeling the ground shake, all he hears is the steps of the Dragonsnake. They're loud, but so is the steps of a giant. No matter what this thing was capable of, Geralt was ready. HK was always ready, and once the Dragonsnake came into her view, Triss was ready as well.

The ground was now shaking harder than ever, as the creature enters the clearing, grunting, drooling, and sniffing in the direction of it's victim. It was definitely hungry, as its stomach cause a shaking sensation, in and of itself. This was a much needed advantage. Geralt had predicted that HK would wait until the Dragonsnake took its first bite. He was wrong. As soon as the Dragonsnake leaned its neck down, it was blasted right on the dome, angrily roaring in response. Triss' first attack was with lightning, knowing that the creature was likely resistant to fire. However, the creature looked right in Geralt's direction, and saw him coming, swiping at him, as Geralt rolled out of the way. Triss teleports behind the creature, and zaps his tail for a distraction, and Geralt seizes the opportunity, and slashes right at the creatures left arm, as HK from his position, takes another shot at the dome.

Now even more angry, the Dragonsnake begins to buck around wildly, stomping at the ground, and swinging around its tail. Triss barely teleports in time, and Geralt forms and idea on the fly. He surrounds himself in his explosive Quen sign, and rolls right into the creatures stomping, causing damage, as his shield blows up onto the Dragonsnake's leg. Taking the chance, Geralt slashes at the injured leg, as it lands, and severing it. As the creature struggles to stand, and flails about in pain, HK blasts the creatures head, three times, in rapid succession, allowing Geralt to get into perfect position, and slash it's head clean off, as the rest of the body twitches, dead. It was a mess, a big one at that, but the trophy hunter Dragonsnake was dead.

"You cut off its head?" Triss asks Geralt.

"Force of habit. Probably could've buried my blade in its neck."

"Analysis: All that matters, is that the target is neutralized."

"For once, I agree." Triss says. "Let's head back."

Several hours later...

Yoda sat on his bed, comfortable, relaxed, and completely serene as he meditated for some form of vision, to lead Reid to his new primary target. A long meditation was something that many of Reid's past companions quickly grew used to, but this was the first that all of his new companions had ever experienced with it. After an hour had passed, Geralt grew concerned.

"Is he okay?" He asked Reid.

"He's fine. Even for the best of us, tracking someone down through the Force, isn't easy."

"Well, it is a whole galaxy."

"How was your hunt?"

"Easier then I thought it'd be. That first shot your droid took really disoriented the big bastard, right from the start."

"Glad he could be of service."

"Plenty quiet too, at least until the thing was dead."

"Sounds like HK."

"Master Anselmo," Yoda suddenly speaks, finally having a trail. "Sit with me. Share my visions with you, I will."

"Very well." Reid steps in front of his old friend, quickly slipping into his own meditative trance. After a brief moment, he sees what Yoda has seen.

"Speak of the visions." Yoda instructs. "What do you see?"

Reid takes a deep breath, in and out, as he sorts through the initial haziness of the visions flooding his mind. And then, his clairvoyance begins to make sense of it all. "I see the Dark Jedi, investigating the location where I land my ship, whenever I travel to Dantooine. Looks like the past. Maybe before I fought him." His second vision is of a scene on the bridge of an Imperial warship, cleared of everyone, save the Dark Jedi, and Darth Vader. "Now he's training lightsaber combat, with Darth Vader. Looking to be better prepared to fight me, perhaps?" A third vision remains on an Imperial warship, but this time, to the Admiral's quarters. There, the Dark Jedi approaches an Imperial admiral, and although Reid cannot hear a word of what is said, he can tell both that the two men are close, and who the Imperial admiral is. "Gilad Pellaeon."

"Former Republic Admiral?" Yoda asks.

"Turned Imperial Admiral. They are indeed one in the same, my friend."

"What's important about him?" Triss asks.

"I'm not sure. Neither one of us can hear what they are saying, meaning that this happened in the past. I don't know what the relationship is, be it friends, or family. All I know is Pellaeon is our key."

"Master Anselmo, one more vision, I am seeing." Yoda interrupts. Refocusing, Reid take in his friend's vision, this one he can hear perfectly. Whatever he was seeing, either happened in the current day, or was happening at this very moment.

The Emperor sat on his throne, staring out of his observation window, of the Death Star. The intercom on the arm of his throne suddenly spoke to him, as one of his employees spoke, alerting him of the arrival of his personal favorite Dark Jedi.

"Send him up." He told the Imperial officer who alerted him. As the elevator came to a halt, the sound of the Dark Jedi's boots was heard clanking at a louder, and louder volume. Behind him, the Dark Jedi in question kneeled to a knee, respecting his Dark Lord. "You summoned me, my Lord."

"Indeed I did." The Emperor stated, as he turned to look at his favorite agent. "You may rise. It would seem as though Reid has somehow managed to find a way back to our galaxy."

"How is that possible?"

"That is as of yet, unknown. However, he has been spotted, by our agents on Dantooine, in the company of four new companions, possibly from the very galaxy you choose to banish him to."

"Send me after him again, my Lord, and I will ensure that he is sent to a new galaxy, entirely."

"In due time. Anselmo quickly slipped back into the dark. However, I have arranged for four of the Empire's best agents to capture Reid's new companions in the meantime. Two of the very best agents stationed on the Death Star itself, shall see to the capture of the white-haired man, and red-haired woman, while Reid Anselmo's very son shall seek to the capture of the white-haired woman. The final target, reported to be a raven-haired woman, will be captured by the elite bounty hunter, Boba Fett. You shall then interrogate all of the captured targets, with the exception of Garrus Anselmo's target, whom Garrus shall interrogate himself."

"As you desire, my Lord. Whatever horrors experienced by these three individuals, shall be nothing compared to the power of the Dark Side. And once I have the information I need, I shall see to it that Reid will never return, again."

That was all the Reid himself needed to see. His eyes shot open, as he now had the majority of the information he needed, and more. "What all did you see?" Ciri asks.

"The Emperor. He called our Dark Jedi target to come and visit him, where he told him that they know that I'm back. They also know that all four of you are with me."

"What? How?" Triss asks.

"They had agents, scouts on Dantooine. Fuck, I should've known they'd be watching my ship."

"What now?" Geralt says.

"Now you keep that comlink, and the three of you are getting one two. If we get separated, I need you all to be able to call both me, and the ship, at a moments notice, so that someone can get to you."

"Do you know who is hunting us, Reid?" Yennefer says.

"I don't know who they're sending after Geralt and Triss, but Ciri, they've sent my son after you."

Ciri frowned, as she had been thinking more and more about Reid, and his son, ever since she heard his logs. There was no way this was anything other than a coincidence, but she still couldn't help but find that odd. "Really? Did they say why?"

"No. Just keep in mind, my Son is a Dark Jedi himself, one who has trained for centuries." He looks over to Yen, wanting to tell her something else, given how well he himself knew Boba Fett. "Yen, they hired a bounty hunter to capture you. His name, is Boba Fett." He says with a rough sigh.

"Is there something bad about that?" She says, with blissful ignorance.

"Yeah, he's the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. That's saying something, considering this is possibly the golden age of bounty hunters, in this galaxy. He even almost capture me, on three different occasions, one of which was on my own ship." He looks her dead in the eyes. "Basically, I'm not letting you out of my sight for a while."

High drama. Well... at least I think so anyway. Anyways, sorry about how much time it put to get this chapter up, It wasn't intentional, but one of my biggest issues is that I always have a hard time writing up chapters that I intend to be long ones. The next one won't take this long, I promise.