This is a story, based on a character sketch for a Star Wars tabletop RPG. The scenario is"what if Luke and Leia did not happen to be the main characters?". The time frame is BBY -4. FANFICTION on a character sketch, gotta love it! Enjoy or do not Enjoy, but do not Try to enjoy.

Alberin

2.8 BBY

As the officers of the Diskblade Alliance met, Captain Juro called it to order. "Lt Jia, Capital assets report."

"Sir! We lost two freighters modified for the attack and received two assault transports, two freighters, two fighters and a phoenix hawk I procured. We have registered their ID through four sources excepting the fighters and the Phoenix Hawk."

"Tripled our space force in one go eh? Zeisson Sha Darrin report from the military installation." Captain Juros asked.

"Total loss for the enemy, 30% joined us, 30% deserted, 30% casualties, all turbolasers destroyed, equipment that did not get looted is lost to the enemy. Our casualties were 15% but we lost our senior leaders except for you Captain Juros and Lt. Jia."

"Any idea what happened besides we walked into a trap and came out smelling like a rose?"

"The enemy was occupied trying to capture the descendant of a Jedi they missed. He thumbed his nose at them with a broad wave and Bioscan." Jannma began "He told them what was going to happen and that there was not a thing they could do to stop it, in his own way. Thus the Empire set to make an example as the anti-Jedi laws still take precedent over their other military ops. Surprising they worried less about three Zeison Sha, the military had lightsaber on the brain." Which got a chuckle as Jahn predicted the joke would "This aided him in his mission as all he really had to do was draw fire and others cut them down while he carried a lit lightsaber."

"I saw his use of it, he DEFLECTED a turbolaser shot that blew the barracks sky high." Darrin shook his head.

"The Empire sent a video of that core ward, that should cause some people to look his way." the slicer replied.

"The Jedi ARE Returned?" Juros asked.

"No sir," continued Jannma "Just a Jedi Padawan raised by Zeison Sha, now hunted by the Empire, his mom was a Jedi, he showed up and hit them from the rear causing intense casualties and then led them on a merry hunt while he was destroying the turbolaser batteries and our forces took the objectives we set. Then he left the battle, destination and mode unknown." And she turned pointing toward the intelligence officer "You need to get better slicers and human eyes, your lack of focus and dedication almost cost us the heart of our company and .."

"Jannma! PEACE!" Darrin shouted "Jahn LIVES! And you know how he feels about you, risked his life AGAIN for you. Armor yourself with his strength and belief in you and the Force!" and Darrin stepped in front of her "Do not force your Asawa to hunt you." He added softly as Jannma controlled her anger at the incompetence of the intelligence corps.

After calm was restored "She is right, our spooks need to be better. We were overmatched in in the jaws of a serious trap. The kid saved our bacon and from what I have in front of me, forced a change in the Imperial plans. They have rallied all their forces and intelligence to finding just him. When is he going to join us?" Juros asked.

"He is a 14 year old muchacho! Let him be able to fight more than ten minutes will ya?" Jannma snapped in anger again "He is so young, bold but young, the carnage must be hurting him as he is so sweet." As the Captain looked at her with a tilted head "Besides, do you really want a wanted Jedi with us?" Asked Jannma. "We are trying to be a guerilla force at this time are we not?"

"I think he did quite well, you did as well" Lt Jia added "and he would be an asset to us, WHEN he can fight as long as Jannma."

"You have something to add Jannma." Juros asked.

"I feel he is joining the Rebellion," she said with dreamy eyes finally reaching her calm "Knowing him as I do, he sees them as having the resources needed to stop the threat he sees and he is headed for a great danger. This move was a backtrack to confuse the hunter and bedevil the Empire. He was blocked from moving toward the Rebellion by the Empire, now it seeks to do the same with the Alliance Resistance. He bought us a dearly needed victory to help recruitment and avoid a painful defeat." She turned to the command "He is not someone who desires anything but peace."

Aboard the freighter Maz Kanata looked at the fitful tearful rest of the young boy who had rejoined them with another stolen shuttle, his third in as many days. She shook her head as she came back to Zuvio. "The kid has talent but did not like doing what he just did on Kratovas." And she picked up one of his energy drinks sniffing it. "Thought so" handing it to Zuvio who nodded. "Time for me to see Malcomb."

Malcomb was in back running his slices looking for the opportunities that made their light freight / smuggling operation profitable. Maz merely dropped the can on his station and asked "The still?" Malcomb weakly pointed to a closet. She checked it to see if it was running, it was not.

"Why did you give him booze to drop in his energy drink?" she demanded.

"Technically, I did not, the whole concoction was his mixture. The actual drink was combination of liquid energy, light painkillers and what he called "liquid courage"." He motioned to the still "He said in his vision more times than not he was hit a few places, I think the term he used was "proactive painkilling". I do not expect he thought he would be so hale afterward. I believe he thought he would lose an arm." And Malcomb looked up "ask him what he put in it."

"You inform me if we become a distillery again." Maz stalked off to the boy's cot. A quick look over him showed it was not drugs or injuries that pained him but his soul, he grieved for those he killed and was trying to grieve it out of him.

"Care to talk with someone who has a bit more seasoning?" She asked softly.

"They really did not have a chance, and what sickens me now is, for part of it I liked the power." He racked with tremors "I saved that branch of the Alliance, but did I scar myself doing so?"

"Let me look." And she changed her glasses as she looked in his eyes "I see a many regrets but a shining hope, but no love of, desire for or taint of the dark side." And she sat back "Feel better?" as Jahn took a deep breath.

"The darkness was trying to twist it for a foothold in my soul, it might have been aided by an effect of the drinks I took." He took another soul clearing breath "I cannot inject worry that it will cloud my soul and introduce doubt from now forward." And he looked at Maz "So I must trust that the Force is going to carry the day."

"I cannot answer that now, always in motion is your fate as you know better than anyone." She looked at him with comfort and pride "You need more training, more seasoning. On another front, I did hear chatter and a holo did come for you alone." She shook her head "Do you want someone watching it with you?" and he nodded as she cued it up on a portable player. "Good, I was going to see it again anyway." At which Jahn shot her a look. A hologram of a hooded figure holding a diskblade in front of her face appeared.

"Asawa, Asawa, Salamat, oklangako oklangako kami kami narin, Salamat Asawa" The hooded Zieson Sha said in her briefly stated message.

"What an odd language and dialect." Maz said reaching her hand around his shoulders.

"One of one hundred seventy one on our land. We were especially isolated. When we use it, it means much much."

"What did she say?"

"She greeted me VERY personally, and stupidly set herself as a target of the Empire, for they WILL translate it. She thanked me very much for all of them, saying they are well and the company has grown." Jahn said with steel in his voice.

"Greeted you personally? Huh! Never heard it put that way, for there was no missing the resonance of "Asawa". So if I kiss Zuvio is that a personal greeting?" and Jahn blushed.

"We who are raised Zeison Sha, understand that those emotions can be like armor. The love to defend something is great and strong. I used it on Kratovas, but you must trust the light completely. 'Surrender your love into the Force, it will come back stronger and not turn to darkness. It will never die there in the Force.' " And he turned to look at Maz "She has not always passed that test. I am her greatest strength and a point of corruption to the dark side. I must respond to this one. Malcomb, can we broadcast from an old mining asteroid?" he shouted.

"Yes we can Jahn."

A communications officer hurried to Jannma as she took a water break from training with her brother.

"Every sip reminds you of him does it not?" Darrin said as the corporal entered and she nodded.

"Seniorita Jannma, another holo from Jahn as you expected." Jannma dropped what she was doing and raced to comms.

A holo image of Jahn is his black outfit face obscured by a new hat while a song played instrumental in the back. "Remember, 'whatever will be, will be'… its immaterial" and he whistled some short tune before ending. To her smile. Then his message to the Empire came up. "Impressed yet?" two minutes of him taking deep calming breaths while the music continued "Feelin Stronger Every day!" with a dirge playing in the back noise.

The crew on duty and those officers interested enough to demand to be alerted to another holo turned and looked at her "He sent this and something aimed at the empire that were just music and few words." Jannma smiled.

"What you do not understand, he understands. His communication is always cryptic, for that is his mind. He said more in music and few words than anyone does in oration."

"And what is next?" Juros asked.

"He said in his message to me 'don't worry, be happy', 'the Force is with us and will guide us to do its will', and to 'guard my feelings in the knowledge he will not fall because of me, so I am to do the same'. He must have been close enough to sense my anger and hurt from Kratovas. All are lessons he teaches to his friends. And by fall he means to the dark side as well as stay alive please." And she turned to her brother "I must meditate on his lessons, please excuse me for a while."

"And his message to the Empire?" Juros asked.

"The dirge was a vendetta funeral dirge, his words a taunt." Darrin answered.

Notes, I do not own Lucas or Disney property and have just injected the bare minimum so far. It is lazy yes, but the characters fit. I do not own them and receive no compensation for them, nor will accept any unless I become a screenwriter for them LOL.

I also took and basically modified some Tagalog terms to fit an isolated founders language. Gender terms are not differentiated too much. Asawa = spouse, ko= my, Kuya= brother, Ate =sister but drawing it out in a kooyaah or ahhtay is a greeting, like hey bro! in mixed company kuya seems to work and sometimes I screwed with spelling etc. Just adding a bit of texture. Mgabata = mga bata= children.

I have asked permission to use the "landscape" and some Characters from Mechalich, I have received approval. Mechalich owns them, not I. I hope I can make these additions at least as good as a Thieves world Borrow. I used few Canon personalities so far, basically just two Maz Kanata and Zuvio. Check out the Tales from the Kalat Arm and The People's Armor here by Mechalich, they are quite awesome.

And lastly, since I did think Jedi were a bit stuck up, I believe the term is hidebound, rigid, unable to understand their own prophesy (This is what I am driving the story at, those that bring balance to the Force). I chose this Kalat Arm and Zeison Sha backstory for the character. It appealed to me, added conflict. I hope to make it a long long way bringing balance and up to date all the way to Rey-Finn and Kylo Ren. (except in my vision, those will be from different origins, hey, if Disney can scrap canon…which oddly is the metaphor of Jakku.)