Surprise! Did you guys like Dark Side Twist? I know I probably should've added some more uses of the Force for him... but who cares I made a plot Twist. Get it? I know, that joke was pretty lame :P. And yes, I will put the word brother in italics just for the heck of it.

Enjoy the chapter!


Eli found himself standing at the top of a tall building - a tower, perhaps. He definitely wasn't in Slugterra, since the sun shone bright and high in the sky.

How long was it since he last saw the sun? Not for a while. The Shane had forgotten how the sun had risen every morning, welcoming daylight.

'Where am I?' Eli thought. Sure, this wasn't Slugterra, but this wasn't anywhere that Eli knew of. As he looked around, he saw that the walls were lined with several varieties of helmets marked with strange symbols and other small trinkets one might find interesting. There were also some small living necessities: a small sack of food, a canteen filled with water, and even a couple books covered in dust from disuse.

How can somebody live like this?

Eli jumped as the door slid open suddenly, and was shocked to see Ezra walk through. Not taking any notice what so ever of his brother's presence, the teen slumped down on top of a very small makeshift bed, which didn't look comfortable in the slightest.

"Stupid Empire." Ezra muttered to himself as he pulled back a sleeve and inspected his arm. It was bleeding slightly, but looked really painful and possibly infected.

'Ouch.' Eli said out loud.

Completely oblivious to the sound of his voice, Ezra reached into his backpack and pulled out a minuscule first-aid kit, branded with the same strange symbol Eli had spotted on some of the helmets. Ezra's voice echoed through Eli's mind.

"... for eight years I had to resort to stealing for food on Lothal. I thought they were killed by the Empire!" Ezra had said.

No wonder Eli was unfamiliar with this place. He wasn't even on the same planet!

After cleaning out the wound a bit, Ezra suddenly started coughing, and wobbled a little, leaning against the wall to stay upright.

Eli felt bad for doubting his brother. He didn't steal, but at least he didn't have to do it to live. At least his old house had running water and electricity. At least his old house was actually a house, and not a tower that is practically a skyscraper (Although that would be kinda cool minus everything else).

The memory shifted, and suddenly Eli was running beside Ezra as he dashed atop the rooftops above a market square. His bag was stuffed full of fruit, which probably meant that he was on a little shopping spree. When he finally came to a stop, he crouched low to spy on a group of men standing beside some soldiers in white armor.

"Yeah, those bucket-heads are awful." Ezra's voice echoed once more.

"All stormtroopers do is fire and miss."

"What seems to be the problem?" One of the men said.

"Problem?" Another said.

"You called in a code red!"

"I-I don't now what your talking about." The Imperial scratched his head. Ezra gave a muffled laugh.

"Almost feel bad for them." Ezra smiled, watching as the Imperials exchanged confused looks.

"Almost."

Once more, the memory shifted, and Ezra could be seen walking aboard a large ship, which Eli recognized as the ship which had crashed in Deaddrop cavern only yesterday, the Ghost.

Ezra passed through several hallways, and stopped at a single door. When it opened, Kanan was floating a strange object in the air with his mind, which was projecting a hologram of sorts.

"Trust in the force." The holograph said before disappearing inside the object. The jedi opened his eyes, standing when he saw Ezra, his future padawan. Eli watched as his brother held out a weapon in his hand. Smiling, Kanan took the lightsaber and patted Ezra on the shoulder. He was now a part of the Ghost crew.


Ezra was in a small children's room, covered with posters of superheroes and small crayon drawings of slugs. It was a cold nighttime outside, and did not look like Slugterra or Lothal at all.

A small snoring sound was traveling through the air, and Ezra turned his attention to a small boy asleep in bed. The boy was probably nine or ten at the time, and, although he looked slightly different, Ezra could tell that the young boy was his brother.

After a few very short minutes, the dark night sky outside was suddenly lit up, illuminated by the light of fire. Soaring through the window, Burpy quickly woke the young Shane.

"Burpy?" Eli's high-pitched voice earned a laugh from Ezra. His brother was kinda cute.

'Almost a shame he had to grow up.' Ezra thought.

"What are you doing here?" The Infurnus had big, sad eyes as he hopped down the bed and dug underneath the rug. Ezra watched as his brother pulled back the rug and opened a trapdoor, revealing a small box with his family's symbol on it.

'No,' Ezra thought.

'Our family symbol.'

The lid slid easily off of the box, revealing a note tucked safely inside. Eli quickly read it, a horrified and scared look on his face. After some thought, Ezra realized what was happening and froze. After a few minutes, the note was dropped to the floor.

"Not until I'm fifteen." He said with renewed confidence, which sounded much closer to Eli's voice in the present.

Without any warning, the sky became day. Ezra was caught off guard and nearly yelped in surprise as a much older and more mature Eli stepped out of his childhood home.

"We're finally going, Burpy!" The fifteen year old Eli grinned, with his only slug perched on his shoulder.

"We're finally going down to Slugterra!" The teen ran out into the middle of the street. Making sure he wasn't being watched, the Shane knelt down and pried open a manhole cover and jumped down into the sewers.

'Aww, gross!' Ezra tried not to step on anything suspicious as he jumped down after his brother.

Using Burpy as a light, he made his way through a tunnel until he met an engraving of the Shane symbol and pressed on it, unveiling a chamber with a single chair in it.

"The Drop is how I got all the way down here." Eli had told him.

"It's like flying, but with a slightly rougher landing. Almost broke my neck!"

"Here we go!" With the push of a button, the chair was sent plummeting straight down into Slugterra.


The brothers woke with a start, with Eli hitting his head with his knee again. In the exact same spot, too.

"They're awake!" Hera yelled. Several shushes sounded from outside.

"Shush yourself!" She shouted out the door, now that she knew that Grenukes were hard to wake. Soon, everyone was by their corresponding member's side.

"What happened?" Ezra groaned, clutching his aching head. When he tried to get up, Kanan sat him right back down.

"You both passed out. That kid out there, I don't know how, but he's been exposed to the Dark Side. He had the eyes of a sith, and with what just happened, he's probably being trained to use the Force in anger." The jedi was staring at the ground, obviously stressed about the situation.

"What's a sith?" Eli asked, rubbing his already bruised forehead.

"Let's just say that they aren't afraid to kill people." Kanan said, not looking up.

Eli and Ezra felt a hand on their shoulders. Or, one hand and a claw.

"I think he needs some time to himself." Redhook said.

"We're almost finished with the engines. Might need a hand or two."

Nodding, everyone got up and left, leaving Kanan deep in thought.


Wow, this might just be my longest chapter yet! Can anyone guess what Kanan's thinking about?