19 BBY

Vaxor walked out into Mos Eisley, sand in his face. He'd landed his starfighter near the outskirts, with Sprite waiting. He was wearing his armour, and getting ready for a fight. So much hustle and bustle. Couldn't anyone slow down? So many aliens moving about. How would he find these Stormstone siblings?

As if one cue, a huge explosion threw people back. A wall had exploded. Two figures grabbed some sacks of money from a mechanic. They both had brown hair and dirty clothing, but had striking purple eyes. They held blaster pistols in their free hands, and they were on floating metal boards that they used to fly away from the wreck.

A grubby Toydarian yelled, "Get back here!"

The boy yelled, "Not a chance!" The girl flew off, and her brother followed. Vaxor sighed, and activated his helmet. He then jumped onto a rooftop and gave chase.

The boy, presumably Soren, looked back, and yelled, "There's a guy following us!"

Siena yelled back, "Ignore him. We got the money, so we get out of here."

"Yes, but he's keeping up with the boards." Vaxor ran after the hoverboards, his legs not even touching the ground. He used telekinesis to make platforms for himself as he ran after the siblings.

Sienna looked back, as Vaxor disappeared in a blast of smoke. He reappeared in front of them, in another flash of smoke. Siena gritted her teeth, and prepared her blaster. Soren swerved sideways. Vaxor grabbed Siena's board, and yanked it sideways. She began to spin out, but then regained control. She tried to shoot Vaxor, but he brought up his forearm and blocked it.

He drew his X-8 Night Sniper and fired at her, but she used her board to avoid it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Soren came back with a vibro-blade, which cut Vaxor's hip. He swung again, but Vaxor caught it with his armoured glove, and threw it aside. Siena fired again, which he blocked.

Vaxor kicked Soren off his bike, onto the roof of a marketplace.

Siena yelled, "Soren, I told you to magnetize your boots!" Magnetizing, Vaxor thought. How curious. He reached out and activated an electric discharge, and then he jumped at Siena. When she attempted to move back, Vaxor force pushed her and she fell off.

Vaxor smoked out, and reappeared on the rooftop. "Who are you?" Sienna asked.

"My name is Vaxor Aleathan. But you would know me better as the Shadowhunter."

"Hold up. You're the Shadowhunter?" Soren said, shocked.

"Didn't they catch you a year and a half ago?"

"They did. And then I escaped, about 5 months ago. They probably never told anyone as to keep up morale."

"Prove it." Sienna challenged.

Vaxor drew his lightsaber and ignited it. Soren raised and eyebrow, and Sienna gasped. Vaxor retracted his helmet, and said, "I have an offer for you."

"And what's that?"

"Have you noticed anything… different about yourselves lately?"

"Like what?"

"Like being able to hit me with a blaster bolt while steering around on a hoverboard. Evading an explosion that blew up a shop, and sneaking past the security of said shop? And from what I've heard, making blasters bend to avoid you, blowing up fuel tanks from the inside, and knocking someone out with the wave of a hand. That's not normal."

"How did you know about that?" Sienna asked.

"The force tells me many things."

Soren was shocked. "Wait, the force? That mystic magic force that the Jedi believe in? You're saying we have those abilities?"

"I'm quite surprised you two didn't figure it out yourselves. I can tell you're very resourceful."

"Well, I considered it, but I didn't really care. It's not like the Jedi would come looking to train us or whatever," Sienna said, annoyed.

"They wouldn't. But I would." Vaxor said, waiting for a reaction.

"You're kidding. You, the Shadowhunter, would train us in the Force?! That would be epic! Do we get lightsabers?" Soren was very excited.

"Yes indeed. You'd also get your own ships. I can tell you want to get off this planet." Vaxor said, baiting them in.

"Hell yes. I'm in!" They both said, simultaneously.

"There's a red and black clone gunship near the outskirts of town. I'll take you there. They'll take you to our compound." They nodded, grabbed their hoverboards, and Vaxor grabbed hold of them. They disappeared in a puff of smoke, and reappeared where the Gunship was waiting.

"What the hell was that?" Soren asked.

"Yeah. What did you do?"

"Force tear. Ripping through reality. It's quite complicated. You should get going." They nodded, still confused. They got in the Gunship, and the ship took off. Vaxor decided that he might as well stick around on Tatooine for a few hours, get some drinks, and so on. He walked back to Mos Eisley, and began walking through the streets. It was getting late. He might have to rent some lodging. That was when the dart hit his neck, and he landed on the ground.

Ilvisar landed on the docking bay, and got out of his ship. He was standing at the foot of an Alderaan Noble House. It was huge, and looked almost crystalline, as the setting sun shone its rays onto it. Ilvisar walked up to the gate.

The guards said, "State your business!"

He replied, "I've come to see Baron Teraan's son, about his… problem."

"Do you have authori- authorit- authorizi- authi- a-u-t-h"

"Authorization?" Ilvisar helped.

"Yes! That's the word. Do you?"

"No, but you will let me in, and tell Baron Teraan of my presence." Ilvisar forcefully waved his hand.

"I will let you in and tell Baron Teraan of your personance." Ilvisar nodded, as he opened the door to let him in. He was led down a hallway, and up a few stairs, until they were led into a large bedroom. There was a boy in blue robes sitting on the bed. He looked angry and sad. The guard waved him in, and left.

The boy said, "Who are you?"

"My name is Ilvisar Thurn," he replied.

"What do you want with me?"

"I'd like to talk with you about your newfound abilities."

"Why? Just leave me alone…"

"Tell me. What do you want out of life, Lloyd?"

"I want power. I want to be a leader of Alderaan. It's my birthright. I want to prove that I'm better than everyone else."

"You have force abilities, Lloyd. Powers beyond comprehension. What do you make of that?"

"I don't want this. I wanted to be normal! Now I can't. I'm apparently on the Jedi watchlist, but they won't train me. I'm too old. So now, because of this, I have these powers, but I'll never learn how to use them, and everyone is afraid of me. Which they should be. But not like this! They treat me like I have some sort of infectious disease!"

"You're not alone. Many people feel the same way. The Jedi skip over people, for stupid reasons such as this. But what if I told you that they knew that you had these abilities when your were younger, but simply didn't want to train you?" Ilvisar knew this was true. The Jedi did often choose not to induct children, because of political reasons and more. They didn't choose Lloyd because of his royal position. And based off the dried cuts on his arms, he knew it had been a bad idea. The boy had hurt himself, presumably trying to get rid of his 'curse'.

"I'm sorry about this. All of it. But we can help you."

"We? Who are you?"

"I told you. My name is Ilvisar Thurn. Me and my friend, Vaxor Aleathan, have started, an academy of sorts, to teach the force, to the children the Jedi ignored. We want to train you, to grow your power. You can come back to Alderaan whenever you'd like, and once your training is complete, you can take your place on the throne. What do you say?"

"I'd like that."

Baron Teraan stormed in and boomed, "Who the hell do you think you are, coming into my citadel and doing who knows what to my son?! I'm going to throw you in a dungeon to rot, for years, unless you give me a good excuse as to why your slimy self is near Lloyd!"

Ilvisar calmly turned to the Baron and said, "Ah, Baron. Good to meet you. My name is Ilvisar Thurn. I'd like to take your son to be trained in the ways of the force."

"The ways of the- what are you, some Jedi?"

"Close, but not quite. We're a private group, with less restrictions than the Jedi. For example, he can return home whenever he likes, to visit."

Lloyd interrupted, "Come on, dad. There's nowhere else I can go. It's not like the Jedi would even care, after all, they refused to train me."

"I don't even know who you are! And you broke into my palace-"

"Actually the guards let me in."

"What?"

Ilvisar shrugged.

"How would you even train him. You can't be even over sixteen."

Ilvisar slowly waved his hand, not making a mind trick, but softening Lord Teraan's emotion to make him more accepting. While he did this, he said, "It's a good idea for your son to be trained with us. We'll take good care of your son, and if he ever wants to leave he can."

Teraan scowled, but said, "Alright. Go with him. However, if I hear a word about my son being harmed, I will find this 'academy' of yours, and blast it to bits."

"Sure you will." Ilvisar muttered under his breath.

"Hmm?" the Baron hmm-ed.

"Nothing. Alright. Pack your stuff, and we'll get going."

"In what?" Lloyd asked.

"I have a starfighter, but that won't fit the two of us. I'll call in a Gunship."

"Really? Warcraft? It'll have to do. Bring in the Gunship." Ilvisar nodded, and called Onyx Squad. In a half hour, the Flying Fox landed near Ilvisar's ship. Servants brought out Lloyd's stuff for him, and put it in the Gunship. He marched in and sat down. The Clones looked confused and annoyed, but didn't mention it.

Ilvisar got back in his ship, and noticed something. That was odd. A backup alarm from Vaxor was coming from Tatooine. What trouble could he have gotten himself into there? Ilvisar sighed and set the Nav computer to Tatooine.

Vaxor woke up, tied to… tied to something. It was dark. He was inside something that was moving. He sensed his surroundings, and his lightsaber was gone. Goddammit. He wasn't sure what had gotten him. He had force cuffs on, and all his equipment had been taken. He wasn't sure what to do. A group of pirates walked in. All were Trandoshan, with large blaster rifles, from DLT-20A's, to DC-15's, to DC-17m's.

The leader, who had an eyepatch and missing arm, walked up to Vaxor. He held a DC-17m blaster, also used by Republic Commandos. "Hello, ssssscum." Vaxor stared silently. "We know you have shipssss. We'll be needing some of those. Or we'll be taking something else. Your life!"

Vaxor looked amused at best. Bored at worst. "Uh huh. Right. Well, have fun with that."

"You're going to bring a gunship, which we know you have, empty the passengers, and give it to us, or I'll blast your brains out."

"No, you won't. Here's what'll actually happen. You'll surrender now, or I kill every last one of your men. And take your money. And your weapons."

The Trandoshans laughed. "You don't seem to be in a position to threaten us."

"Oh really?" Vaxor leaped to his feet,tearing through the ropes holding him, and wrapped his cuffs around the boss's neck. "How about now?"

The Trandoshan looked angry. "What's that gonna do for ya?"

"These are anti-force cuffs. So if I use the force, they activate and send out electricity. All I have to attempt is a mind trick and your neck is fried. If you try to electrocute me with them remotely, your neck is fried. So if I were you, I would surrender."

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door. Two blaster shots, some screams, and the hum of a lightsaber. Two blue blades slammed through the door, and began spinning. The pirates turned, pointed their weapons at the door, as a circle was made with the sabers. A moment, and the hole flew out as a familiar Bothan Jedi jumped through with two blue lightsabers. In the commotion, Vaxor got the boss on the ground and stepped on his face. A small flying drone flew up to him, and deactivated his cuffs. "Thanks, Sprite." Vaxor pulled the DC-17m to his hand, and readied it. He fired it once into the Boss' face, and then two shots into the back of the head of one Trandoshan. Three more shots and three more Trandoshans down. Four left. They turned back to back to face Vaxor and Ilvisar, and Vaxor said, "Run." They all sprinted out the door, but Vaxor shot them all dead before they were more than a few meters away expect one.

Ilvisar stared at him. "What was that for?"

"They pissed me off. Now help me find my lightsaber." Vaxor looked around, before finding it hidden in a lead-sealed chamber. He force pulled it out. He hadn't been able to find his X-8 Night Sniper, so he holstered the DC-17m. Sprite flew up to him and chirped cheerily.

Vaxor said to Sprite, "I wasn't in danger, but thanks for getting Ilvisar. Anyways, let's head back to Igneon." Vaxor turned to Ilvisar. "I assume everyone at base is introduced, so you and I will go over the day. With the Stormstones, we're at… 4 students. Once everyone's here, we'll officially open, and we'll go over lightsabers. Good?"

"Indeed. Now let's go." Ilvisar got in his Starfighter, and Vaxor got in his. As he flew off, Vaxor looked down towards Tatooine. It seemed to be such a dull planet. He was familiar with those. He grew up on one.

His house sat on a hill, watching over a field of Banthas that his mother rented out to ranchers. They would raise them, and then pay his mother the profits from the meat and the Bantha Milk. It had been so long since he'd thought of that. Gods. So much has changed since then. Now Vaxor was training giant monsters. And children, AKA slightly smaller monsters. Speaking of which, he had to deposit his new egg to the beast trainers.

Igneon was much smaller than Tatooine, but it made up for it in grandeur. Giant mountains and volcanoes, along with desolate valleys, all on moving plates over the thick mantle. When lava rose to the surface, it often took days to cool into rock. There were pools of steam and water that Vaxor took advantage of for a life-support system, making water, and extracting the oxygen for breathable air.

They lowered towards the giant lava pool. Vaxor didn't want to put the kid into shock, so he slowed down and traversed the ship through the lava. Vaxor flew his ship into the Hangar, where Onyx Squad was waiting. Jackal ran over and said, "Get to the dorms. Those kids might tear each other apart. It's madness."

"Sh*t." Vaxor sprinted down the halls. Ilvisar got out of his ship and followed.

Vaxor rounded a corner to find the girls light-side room. Elena and Will were hiding behind her bed, with Will having his pistol in one hand. The noble boy, Lloyd, held a Claymore sword in his hand, and looked like he was ready to swing at Soren, who held up and electro-blade, while Sienna stood behind him, holding a blaster rifle.

"Shut up. You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Soren said, bringing up the electro blade to block a swing of Lloyd's sword. "I grew up on the streets, you pampered brat. I don't need lessons from someone who probably still needs help to tie his own damn royal boots."

"You have no right to talk to me that way, you orphaned criminal. I am Lloyd Teraan of House Teraan, one of the Noble families of Alderaan!"

"I don't care where you come from. I'm going to beat you up all the same, you spoiled piece of sh*t."

"Touchy. It's not my fault my parents actually care for me instead of leaving me on the streets." He kicked Soren in the knee, who then shot out his arm to stab him. Lloyd jumped backwards, out of the way.

"You don't deserve what you have! Everything you have was given to you, for doing absolutely nothing. Everything I have I earned. You deserve nothing but a fist to the face."

"Everything you have you stole." Lloyd spat at Soren's feet. "I would stab you, but I don't want to get the filth on my sword."

"Fine. I'll get your blood on mine." Soren leaped forward, swinging his Vibro-blade, and Lloyd barely blocked it.

Vaxor growled, and threw them to opposite ends of the room with the force. "What the hell is going on?! You are guests here. If you don't act like it, I'll send you back where you came."

Lloyd dropped his sword and marched up to Vaxor. "I don't know who you think you are, but I came here to get trained. Not to be insulted by some second rate Darth Mau-" Vaxor cut him off by tripping him, then grabbing him with two hands by his shirt.

"Listen here, kid. I don't care who you are. Where you came from. Here, you're all the same. And you will be treated like it. Don't expect me to treat you like a King. Because let's face it. You don't have the guts, wit, or skill to be one. So if you want for me to train you, you'd better stop acting like a prick. If you keep going at it, I will personally drag you by your royal coattails and throw you back into whatever palace you came from. So show some respect. Got it?"

Lloyd's eyes went wide. "Urk-umm…"

"I said… Got. It?"

"Yes! Yes." Vaxor dropped Lloyd to the ground. "Would anyone else like to mess with me?" Noone moved or made a sound, except Lloyd, squealing on the ground. "And Soren. Have some composure. Just cause you're a criminal doesn't mean you need to pick a fight wherever you go. Now everyone, get to your quarters. It's curfew. Anyone who's not on my bad side, try not to get on it. And Soren, Lloyd, and Sienna. Your weapons. You can have them back when you've earned them." Vaxor held out his hands, and they reluctantly surrendered them.

Vaxor turned to leave and bumped into Ilvisar, on the verge of laughter. Vaxor shut the doors to the dorms, and he burst into a laughing fit. It was animalistic laughter, which caused Vaxor to chuckle. "You find that funny?"

After taking a deep breath, Ilvisar said, "Yes. Very. Do you want to leave now?"

"Huh?"

"Go get the rest of the kids. It's late, but we really need to hurry this up. Everyone's going stir-crazy. We need to get them doing something."

"Fine. We'll get everyone else in the next 12, maybe 15 hours and meet back here. It's 22:00, so we meet back here at 10:00. Ok?"

"Ok. It's settled. Let's get to the hangar."

The two headed to the Hangar, which was almost empty. They each got in a Y-Wing, and blasted out of the lava pool. Vaxor set his coordinates to Csilla, while Ilvisar headed for Ryloth. The two saluted each other, and jumped to lightspeed.