Author's Note: So there's been some Star Wars news that I just can't ignore... and it is unbelievable. So warning to you guys, but I'm not happy about it.

My rant will be at the bottom of the chapter if you're interested...

Hyperspace; Currently Unknown Location

Jarik POV...

While R5 was flying the ship through hyperspace, I was in the medical bay looking over Shaak-Ti, and her vital signs were only getting worse. She wasn't unsaveable yet, but each moment that passed kept stressing me out.

Once getting back to the Knight Hawk and ordering R5 to get us out of Naboo, while I took care of Shaak-Ti. I got her hooked up to a life support system that provided her with more oxygen, and reapplied better bacta patches from the supplies I had stored on the ship. However I wasn't a doctor, far from it, and there wasn't much else I could do besides send her my strength through the Force.

I remained sitting in a chair beside her as we traveled through hyperspace towards Atollon, mulling over what happened. I let out a shaky breath as I brought my hands to my head, greatly affected by the events that just took place.

"Oh Force..." I mutter quietly, not having much else to say.

Two more Jedi Masters were now dead. And Master Windu is most likely among them now, since not even he could stand against both Darth Vader and the Emperor at once. Nobody that I know of could fight both Sith Lords at the same time. And if I don't get Shaak-Ti to the rebels to be healed, then she'll soon join them. I can feel her life force fading. Slowly... but surely.

Rubbing my face, I looked up and glanced back at the old Jedi Master, watching as she breathed through her oxygen mask, occasionally grimacing in pain through her comatose state. It's a miracle that she's still alive, considering she was stabbed in the gut. Any higher and she would've been killed instantly for sure.

I carefully touched one of her long lekku, where a bruise had formed, one of many. Lekku are very sensitive and fragile, which makes it all the more dangerous when a Togruta or Twi'lek enters combat, particularly lightsaber combat. It's this reason that Ahsoka trained herself to be so agile with a lightsaber, and why Shaak-Ti is also a highly skilled combatant, despite not preferring battle.

"You've survives all this time..." I murmur. "Don't give up now."

I don't know if it's her words to me, her apology, or consideration of my advice that has me so worried for her. I definitely respected her more than most of the other Jedi, but I hardly knew her. Maybe... a more personal part of me feels protective over her simply because she's a Togruta as well, just like Ahsoka.

But I don't know.

My comlink then begins beeping, signaling an incoming message, and I let out another sigh before grabbing it. Accepting the message, a hologram of Mara appears, Zenna partly in frame behind her.

"Hello?" I greet tiredly.

"Hey Dad!" she say happily, before becoming a little confused. "Where've you been off too recently?"

"Well, it's a complicated story," I tell her, glancing at Shaak-Ti.

"Well nobody here is busy. No Dagur the Deranged, Alvin the Treacherous or Calder trying to attack Berk anymore," she replies.

"Alright," I sigh, beginning to explain. "I first left not long after you to meet up with a new Fulcrum Agent, who expressed interest."

"Who was it?" she asks curiously.

"Oh you'll love this. Agent Kallus," I answer.

"That guy?!" she exclaims in bewilderment. "I don't think I've personally met him, but he's, like, one of the Spectres most persistent enemies!"

"Yeah well, after being marooned with Zeb on one of Geonosis's moons, he had a change of heart," I explain with a shrug. "I approved him, so now he's going to be a spy within the Empire's ranks for us."

"That's pretty cool," she says. Zenna nudges her shoulder and she giggles, petting her dragon's neck before continuing. "Well what else? No way that all of this time is because of that."

I nod my head in confirmation, becoming more grim. "After I approved him for the agency, I came across a message from Naboo. It called all surviving Jedi to gather together to face the Sith."

She widens her eyes excitedly, but I'd trained her well enough to know that messages like that were often suspicious. "And it was legit?"

"It was. The message was sent by Mace Windu, one of the Jedi High Council," I confirm with a sigh.

"That's... that's awesome! Are you with them now? Are they going to join the Rebellion? Is Master Windu planning to help us?!" she asks eagerly.

"They're dead," I state bluntly.

She stops, blinking in surprise at my bluntness before her expression contorts to sadness and disbelief.

"Oh..." she says quietly. "How?"

"Windu thought to draw Vader there so that their combined might could defeat him, but they underestimated his power, and laid the price," I explain grimly. "Things only got worse once the Emperor arrived, and by that point two were already dead. Windu faces the Emperor and Vader alone so that I could escape."

"I can't believe that..." she says sadly, and I could tell she was upset enough that her eyes were a little watery. Zenna nudged her with a concerned croon, and she accepted it with a small smile. "So that was essentially... all pointless?"

"Not yet, if things work out," I correct her, getting her attention. "I managed to save one of the Jedi, Shaak-Ti."

"Really?" she asks hopefully.

"She was stabbed by Vader, so she needs serious medical help," I add grimly. "I'm already on my way to Atollon to try and get medical help for her, before it's too late."

"I hope she'll be alright," Mara says worriedly. "Mom once told me some stories about her; apparently she thinks that Master Ti has hopes of her taking her place."

"She did..." I confirm softly with a nod.

"I wish I could come and see her but, don't exactly have a ship," she admits with a helpless gesture. "Her health is probably more important though."

"Maybe sometime soon," I reassure her, and an idea pops into my head. "You know Mara, it just occurred to me that we've never invited Hiccup and his gang to the island."

Her eyes light up in interest. "You're right! Can I do that?"

"I don't see the harm in it," I tell her. "I'm sure they'd be interested to know about our lifestyle anyways. Especially Gothi and Hiccup for sure."

"Yeah yeah," she says in agreement. "I'll do that before you come back!"

"Okay. Just make sure to warn them about the Caretakers," I advise.

"Oh yeah, they are of a completely different species," she muses in agreement. "Well, I'll see you later Dad!"

"I'll you too kiddo," I tell her with a smile, and the transmission ends.

Having talked with Mara now, I swiftly delve back into silence as I continue staring at Shaak-Ti in concern. I seriously hope she manages to pull through this.

Ahch-To; Unknown Regions

Mara POV...

Not long after talking to my dad, I quickly relayed the news to the others that they're welcome to come visit my home on Temple Island. As expected they were excited and really eager to hear about it, and Stoick and Gobber were interested in coming along as well. Even Gothi, who heard about it, was adamant on coming! Well, the more the merrier, and besides, Gothi is probably the most knowledgeable Berkian when it comes to Jedi.

Well, she is, although Hiccup would be a close second.

Now we were flying across the ocean on our dragons with me leading the way, headed for Temple Island. I was riding on Zenna of course, and the rest of the teens were riding heir own respective dragons. Stoick was riding on Toothless with Hiccup while Gobber went with the twins, although reluctantly, while Gothi traveled with Snotlout. The sight of the old woman sleeping during the flight while Snotlout continued to protest was amusing for all of us.

"How much further is it? I can't stand having this old sack of bones drooling on my neck!" Snotlout complains.

"Try riding with these muttonheads," Gobber grumbles in reply. The twins hadn't done anything too insane, although that's probably because Gobber made it very clear what would happen if they did.

"Don't worry, we're not that far," I reassure them, doling my eyes.

"Ooohh this is so exciting! We're actually going to visit an ancient Jedi Temple!" Fishlegs squeals in excitement. "Imagine all of the mysteries we could learn, the architecture of the structures, the culture..."

"Uuggh, that's boring!" Tuffnut groans. "Why do we have to learn about some rocky house?"

"I want something to blow up!" Ruffnut adds.

"If you so much as damage a single stone block of our island I will personally send you to some Sith-forsaken torture chamber!" I exclaim, giving them a deadly glare. "And that's if my dad doesn't get his hands on you first!

"Or me for that matter," Stoick adds, glaring at them.

"Okay okay! Geez, relax. We weren't gonna do anything," Tuffnut replies with a groan, although I could sense that they took my threat seriously.

"What's it like on your island anyways?" Hiccup asks me.

"It's... I don't know. Tranquil, peaceful?" I offer with a shrug. "The landscape is kind of like Berk but you can just... feel the warmth of peace that the island gives off."

"I'm guessing that's through the Force?" Astrid comments.

"Yeah. I don't know if other people can feel it since we haven't had a non-Force sensitive here before," I admit, before remembering my dad's advice. "Although there is something I think I should warn oh about in advance.

"Like what?" Hiccup asks.

"The Island has a local tribe known as the Caretakers. They live on the other side, but they've maintained the structures for generations, ever since it was built," I explain.

"I don't see how that's a problem. I'd be happy to engage in some greetings with them, being a chief myself," Stoick says.

"I've never heard you mention them before," Hiccup adds.

"You have friends with them, and are they friends with dragons as well?" Astrid asks too.

"Well it's not exactly that simple," I admit sheepishly. "The caretakers... well... they aren't human."

"Wait, what?" Snotlout asks.

"You mean like Ahsoka?" Fishlegs asks before faltering, nervous at the mention.

"It's alright Fishlegs," I reassure him, glancing away sadly before continuing. "No, they're completely different. They're called Lanai, and... I guess you could describe them as pudgy animals, a mix between a fish and a reptile, but they stand on two feet at about three feet high."

There was silence as everyone stares at me in surprise, and I smile back sheepishly with a shrug. Hiccup recovers first.

"Well, I guess with a galaxy full of life there's, bound to be some differences..." he admits.

"Yeah, some strange ones," Gobber adds.

"Can we blow them up?" Tuffnut asks.

"NO!" we all yell in aggravation.

"Alright, geez," Ruffnut mutters in reply.

Not to much later the island came into view, and I started leading the group towards it. Everyone was getting excited to see the place, Fishlegs being the most vocal.

"Alright, follow me guys. I've got the landing spot," I tell them.

"You heard her gang," Hiccup adds.

I lead them all towards the Saddle, the grassy open area in between two of the large rocky mountains on the island. Zenna flaps her wings and comes in for a landing, taking a few steps forwards before chirping happily. I slip off of Zenna and pat her neck with a smile, turning towards the others as they also dismount.

Toothless looks around in interest, and I get the feeling that he was also reacting to the island's presence in the Force.

"Welcome to Temple Island," I tell them. "This part is what we've decided to call 'the Saddle.'"

"I guess it makes sense," Hiccup comments in agreement, looking around and nodding.

"I don't get it. I thought you said there was a Temple?" Tuffnut asks.

"There is, everything's spread around the island," I explain.

"At least I don't have to ride with the old lady anymore," Snotlout says in relief as he gets off of Hookfang, and the dragon snorts in response. Having woken up now however, Gothi slammed her staff on his head before dismounting herself.

"Ow!" he cries out in surprise.

"So, where first?" I ask them.

They all glance at each other questioningly for a moment, before Astrid steps forwards.

"I suppose we could visit your home area first," she decides.

"Okay, follow along then Berkians," I say with a grin, heading for the stone steps, Zenna walking beside me. "You're in Jedi territory now."

"Terrific," Gobber comments.

The dragons follow along with the rest of us as I lead the group down the steps, following the stone pathway towards the house. They were all looking around to take in the sights, while Fishlegs was more interested in the stone pathways.

"While smaller than Berk, I have to say this island is quite the beauty," Stoick remarks.

"Yup. One of my most favorite places," I reply in agreement.

"The structure of this pathway is fascinatingly elaborate, and the stones are so well-kept!" he mutters to himself, and then looks up at me. "How have they not crumbled yet if they're thousands of years old?"

"Like I said, the Caretakers have kept up their work for all this time," I explain. "They were here when the Prime Jedi first arrived, and have devoted themselves to the Jedi ever since."

"Well, can't say you can get more devoted than that," Gobber remarks. "They've done pretty well too."

A squawk nearby gets the others attention, and they look over to spot a few Porgs chirping and interacting with each other, fluffing their wings from where they were perched on a rock.

"What kind of bird is that?" Hiccup asks.

"Porgs. They're native to the island," I reply.

"Fascinating..." Fishlegs murmurs, writing down in a small notebook that I just noticed he had out.

Toothless and Stormfly move forwards to sniff at them and the Porgs chirp warily, fluttering their wings, when a Terrible Terror suddenly bursts out of nowhere and squawks in the middle of the group of Porgs. They all scatter in a panic, flying far away while the Terror chirps happily, flying off itself.

"Ah, little nuisances they are," Stoick says in exasperation.

Tuffnut and Ruffnut both snicker at the scene of the frightened Porgs, while Fishlegs groaned in disappointment. We continue onwards, spotting the Jedi village in sight not much further away.

"Just a friendly reminder again to not, break anything?" I tell them.

"That means you three," Astrid adds, narrowing her eyes at Snotlout and the twins.

"You really think I'm like these two muttonheads?!" Snotlout protests, while the twins were indifferent.

"Sometimes," I comment, and he groans irritably.

I keep a careful eye on the group as we enter the Jedi village, making sure that no one accidentally breaks something, especially the dragons. Thankfully, Zenna decided the shepard them towards a more open area so they weren't as cramped, and wouldn't accidentally break something. Everyone looked around at the stone huts with intrigue, except for the twins of course.

"Welcome to the Jedi village," I tell them.

"So you live here?" Hiccup asks.

"Yup. My hut is up there, and this one over here is my dad's," I explain, pointing at the huts respectively.

"Seems kinda lame," Snotlout comments in disinterest.

"We've got our stuff all set up inside, so it's a lot more usable than it looks," I say, pointing towards the larger hut. "We do our Fulcrum work up in that one. Got computers set up and everything."

"That's neat," Astrid remarks.

"I would show you but, no offense you probably wouldn't understand it. And..." I trail off, glancing at the troublemakers.

"That's understandable," Stoick reassures me.

Gothi looks around with interest, examining all of the structures while Fishlegs was of course even more intrigued, approaching all the huts and touching them, doing whatever, all while taking notes in his notebook. I allowed everyone time to take in the area, watching as they looked around in interest. I then sensed someone else approaching and widened my eyes briefly.

'Oh boy,' I thought to myself.

The sound of shifting rocks got everyones attention, and they all looked over, widening their eyes in shock as Alcida-Auka was pushing a wheelbarrow of tools through the village. She glanced over and stopped in surprise, setting the cart on the ground.

"Ah!" she yelps, adding a few surprised words in her native language.

"Oh hey Alcida!" I call out, quickly rushing over to her side.

"Mara," she greets back in basic, her accent heavy. "I didn't know we had visitors."

"Just brought them over a few minutes ago," I explain, giving said visitors a cautious glance. "They're friends from Berk."

"Well that's nice," she comments.

Fishlegs dropped his notebook with wide eyes, prompting me to make introductions.

"Okay, guys, this is Alcida," I introduce sheepishly, and she bows formally in response. "Her mother is the matron of the Caretakers."

"...oh right. Uhh, I'm Stoick- Stoick the Vast," Stoick stammers out, pulling himself together. "Nice to meet you."

"And I'm Hiccup..." Hiccup adds, offering a timid wave.

Alcida takes in their responses with a frown, looking up at me in concern. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no, you're fine," I quickly reassure her, lowering my voice. "They've just never met someone who wasn't human anymore, aside from... y'know."

She nods in understanding, glancing back at the others. "Oh, ok."

Gothi however does come forwards with a small smile, offering her own bow. I could sense that Alcida was impressed.

"At least someone has a good sense of formality," she comments happily, moving to pick up her cart. "Well, I best be off..."

Alcida suddenly stops upon noticing something, and narrows her eyes. I look over to see Tuffnut and Ruffnut both fiddling with a piece of stone beside one of the huts, accidentally breaking off a small piece. I grimace, knowing that they just invoked the young Caretaker's wrath.

"Oi!" she exclaims.

The twins glance over in surprise as Alcida rushes over like a bullet, launching into a tirade of frustration in her own native language. She snatched the broken piece from them and starts yelling at the two, gesturing between the piece and them furiously before shoving them away.

I couldn't help but hold a hand to my mouth to cover my amused laugh. The twins were so startled and confused, that they quickly backed away from her and the stone hut. Around me, some of the others were holding back their laughter, especially Astrid, although Gothi and Stoick weren't as amused.

Alcida lets out a huff, marching back towards the cart and carefully placing the piece into it. Muttering to herself, she picks the cart off and marches away to continue her day.

"Uhh... What was that?!" Ruffnut questions warily.

"A better question would be why you were messing with something, when you were clearly told not to?" Stoick demands.

"What? It's not that bad, this stuff is old anyways!" Tuffnut says defensively.

Gothi walks over and whacks them both atop the head with her staff, shaking her head irritably in disapproval. They both wince and rub their heads in response.

"Not the best move," Gobber deadpans.

"How about, you make contact with anything else besides the ground and your feet?" I suggest.

"Ugh, fine," Ruffnut grumbles.

Rebel Base; Atollon

Jarik POV...

The moment the ship landed on the landing platforms of the Rebel base, I had rushed to the exit ramp with Shaak-Ti held in my arms, while R5 opened it up for me. I immediately rushed out of the ship at a swift pace, being greeted not long after by Boil, who approached me with a grin. rex and the rest of the Ghost crew were nearby, mulling over a holotable.

"Jarik! Good to see you, although this is a little unex..." Boil greets before stopping in surprise with wide eyes. "What in sith-split?"

"Where's the medical bay?" I ask firmly.

"Right this way sir," he replies, immediately getting into soldier mode. He turns around a leads me in the direction of the medical bay, a few other rebels now taking notice of the situation with surprised looks.

"I need someone operating the bacta tanks now!" he calls out with an order, and a small group rush out to do so.

The Spectres have now taken notice of me, and quickly approach with wide eyes. The group consisted of Hera, Sabine, Zeb, Kanan, Rex, and Commander Sato. Ezra was a little bit further back, but jogging to catch up.

"What happened?" Hera immediately asks urgently.

"And who is this?" Sato questions.

"No time, she needs a tank urgently," I reply swiftly, stomping after the rebel doctors.

They lead us through the base and more towards the other side, where we enter a makeshift medical bay, set apart with the heavy drapes cutting off the large area, where several cots and bacta tanks were set up. As they gestured for me to lay Shaak-Ti on the cot, Rex widened his eyes with a shocked gasp upon recognizing who it was.

"What's going on?" Ezra asks, having caught up to us.

I take a step back and allow the doctors to examine her, and they quickly move about to do so before one of them looks up at us.

"She's in a comatose state with a stab wound in her abdomen, and her life is fading," he reports. "We need to get her into a bacta tank."

"Do it," I order him, and he nods.

Kanan was frowning as he tried sensing what was going on, but a few moments later I could also sense his shock and recognition, gasping himself.

"Master Shaak-Ti?" he breathes out.

"Wait, this is a Jedi?" Sabine asks in surprise.

The doctors start to shoo us out as they prepare Shaak for the tank, getting it turned in and removing her off the spare clothing that she couldn't wear while in it, applying an oxygen mask to her face so that she could breathe in the liquid. We depart at their insistence, but not before I glance at her in concern one more time. Once out of the medical bay, everyone turned to me with urgent questions on their faces, and Chopper was now rolling into the scene, R5 not far behind.

"Jarik, is that really Master Shaak-Ti?" Kanan asks me.

"It is her," I confirm.

"Are you serious?" Ezra asks in bewilderment. "What happened to her?"

"Where'd you find her too?" Boil asks.

"Guys, calm down, I answer your questions," I interrupt quickly.

"Of course. It isn't everyday that you find another Jedi after all," Sato says.

"Not too mention such a highly respected Master at that," Kanan adds. "How did you find her?"

Finding a crate to sit down on, I let out a sigh as I start to explain the story. "About a day ago, I discovered a message that was sent out, calling for all surviving Jedi to rendezvous together."

"Was it a trap?" Hera asks.

"Obviously not, considering..." Ezra trails off, gesturing towards the medical bay. I raise an eyebrow at his tense attitude before continuing.

"He's right, it wasn't a fake. The message called for all of us to meet up on the planet Naboo," I tell them.

"The Emperor's homeworld?" Sabine asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Seems like a shoddy place to meet up with someone," Zeb adds in agreement.

"I thought so too, but I followed the signal so that if it was a fake, I could dismantle it. You've already encountered traps like that first hand," I remind them, and they all nod, remembering their first encounter with the Grand Inquisitor. "When I arrived, I found out that the message was sent by none other... than Mace Windu himself."

Everybody widened their eyes with gasps of shock, Boil and Rex looking at each other.

"Master Windu's alive?!" Kanan exclaims excitedly.

"How many other Jedi were there?" Hera asks.

"...and why aren't they here now?" Rex questions warily, getting everyone else's attention.

"Windu and the others that followed him there... they're dead now," I explain bluntly with a grim look. "Shaak-Ti and I were the only ones to escape, and at great cost."

The mood of everyone is immediately diminished, especially Kanan's, for reasons I could understand perfectly. A group of Jedi shows up, led by one of the most powerful Jedi ever in recent history, only to be discovered dead right after.

"How... what happened?" he asks quietly.

"Vader," I reveal with another sigh.

There were a few muttered curses flying around, and I was a little concerned by how Ezra's anger suddenly swelled at the mention, rising to dangerous levels.

"So Vader got there first," Hera deduces with a sigh.

"It wasn't just him. The Emperor himself decided to take matters into his own hands this time," I add, and they look up in shock.

"The Emperor?!" Sato asks in disbelief.

"Mace Windu was a very high target for him, probably greater than me. The only reason I'm here now is that he was focused on Mace this time, not on me," I explain.

"How powerful is the Emperor?" Ezra asks.

"Far beyond any of us. I have no doubt that he could swat you, Kanan and I like flies," I instantly tell him. "Facing him is near suicide. Even Master Yoda was unable to defeat him in battle."

"I still can't believe that he was able to hide himself as the Chancellor, all that time," Rex mutters bitterly.

"Palpatine's plan was centuries in the making. The fall of the Order was inevitable the moment he became the Chancellor," I tell him. "Some of that blame falls on the Jedi too, since we were unable to see it properly."

"How is that the fault of the Jedi?" Ezra asks with a frown.

"The Order became to prideful in its power, and there's a multitude of reasons attributing to why they failed to locate him in time."

"Are you sure that's the case?" Kanan asks a little doubtfully.

"It is. But I'm not currently interested in explaining why the Jedi are partly at fault for the rise of the Sith," I say in finality, exhausted.

"I can't believe you're blaming the Jedi," Ezra scoffs, crossing his arms.

I narrow my eyes at him with thin lips, and some of the others even glance at him in a small amount of surprise, and Kanan frowns in disapproval. "Ezra..."

"What?" he snaps. "That's what he's saying!"

"Whatever the reason for the rise of the Empire doesn't matter, it's done," Hera interrupts firmly.

"Wait- what about Mara?" Boil realizes in alarm.

"She's fine, she's fine," I interrupt before they could get any ideas. "She's still back on... well, she wasn't with me on that mission."

"Thank the Force for that," he sighs in relief.

"Back where?" Sabine asks in confusion.

"Not important," I reply, leaving no room for argument. She frowns in annoyance, but doesn't press further.

"So what happens now with Master Ti being here?" Kanan asks.

"I don't know yet. I brought her here because I don't have the proper medical tools," I admit with a sigh. "If she survives her injuries, then I would imagine that be left up to her. She's been in exile on Felucia for some time now, and only came out at the call of Mace."

"Let's hope she pulls through then. If she wants to stay, she'd be an invaluable ally," Hera says.

"Indeed," Sato adds in agreement.

"There's one more thing you need to know," I tell them. "I recently interviewed someone who wished to be a part of the intelligence network. He's going to be a new Fulcrum Agent that'll send intel here on Atollon."

"And the name of this agent?" Sato asks.

"It's better if he remains anonymous," I advise.

"Why?" Ezra demands.

"Because, if he's compromised, the consequences will be extremely severe for him," I explain firmly, narrowing my eyes at him, "He's an undercover agent, so that's all you need to know."

"It's probably for the best," Rex adds in agreement. "If he's positioned within the Empire's ranks, then it'd be best to make sure he remains undetected."

"How do you know this isn't a trick, or that he won't turn sell us out?" Ezra questions with a frown, irritated. I just barely keep myself from staring at him in completely bewilderment, not too pleased with his attitude.

"Excuse me, who created the Fulcrum Agency again?" I remind him in annoyance.

"That doesn't mean anything!" he retorts... he actually retorts at me!

"Ezra!" Hera scolds. "What has gotten into you?"

"Am I wrong to be suspicious of someone that might betray us?" he demands. "Whether it's purposeful or not?"

"If Jarik can confirm the agent's allegiance, then I'm all for it," Boil replies, also frowning.

"But where's the proof?" he shoots back challengingly.

"When you receive your first Fulcrum transmission," I state firmly, before tossing a small datachip to Sabine. "Here's the frequency he'll be using."

"I'll plug it in then," she says after a moment's hesitation.

"Thanks for letting us know about this," Hera says.

"It's no trouble," I tell her, rubbing my face before standing up. "I've got places to be so I can't stay longer, but I wish you all luck."

"We'll do everything we can to make sure Master Ti will be alright," Kanan assures me.

"That's good to hear," I say in response, heading out.

"So you're just gonna leave now?" Ezra suddenly questions, making me stop and glance at him. "You've been unreachable for the last eight months, and as soon as you reappear you just leave again?"

"Uh, he sends us Fulcrum intel," Zeb points out.

"That's not what I'm talking about!" he snaps in reply. "I'm starting to think that you just don't care!"

"I don't care?" I ask slowly, glancing back at him.

"Ezra-" Kanan starts to say.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I said!" Ezra exclaims, stepping in my direction. "You bring a wounded Jedi to us and don't even have the decency to wait and make sure she'll be alright! You don't seem to care about the Jedi Order at all, and you obviously don't seem to care about us in the rebellion either!"

"This has gone on far enough Ezra!" Hera fumes.

"Besides that, you didn't trust us to know about your ancestor being a Sith Lord either! In fact, you don't trust us or care about anything at all!" he accuses angrily, the rage swelling within him. I was slowly becoming angry with what he was saying as well, trying desperately to keep it reeled in.

"You seem to be quite misguided if you think that Ezra," I state coldly.

Everyone was tensing up, becoming wary of what could happen upon hearing the cold tone in my voice.

"Misguided?" he asks with a mocking chuckle. "No, I see things a lot more clearly than you do! But the worst thing of all, is that you don't seem to even care about Ahsoka!"

There were shocked gasps from the group, and my blood freezes in anger, my fist clenching as I continued glaring forwards, my back still turned to them.

"Ezra!" Kanan exclaims in disbelief.

"Let him continue. Let's hear what he has to say for himself," I say with cold, deadly calm in my voice.

"Oh I certainly can Jarik," he spits with venom. "You could've saved Ahsoka back on Malachor, but you just stood there and watched! You prevented Mara from trying to go from her, doing absolutely nothing while Vader was marching for her! You may think you've suffered, but so have I! I lost my parents to this Empire, lost my home, forced to live on the streets in fear! What have you ever lost in your perfect life before the Empire? Nothing! You don't care for anyone, or Ahsoka!"

As he continued talking, my rage was slowly building inside of me to the point where I could barely contain it. This... this little... absolute, brat!

"You never cared about us, about the rebellion, the Jedi, about Mara, or about Ahsoka" he accuses hatefully. "AT ALL!"

That did it.

Unleashing a roar of outraged fury I whip around and slash my arm through the air, grabbing Ezra with the Force and slamming him harshly against the wall. He cries out in pain from the impact while I storm forwards, my blue lightsaber snapping to life with a sharp, furious hiss. A few of the others moved forwards to try and get between me and him, but I couldn't make them out through the red clouding my vision and just blew them away with the Force. I reach down with my prosthetic arm and grab Ezra by the shirt before slamming him against the wall, feet clear off the ground, and held my lightsaber to his neck.

"You think I don't care?" I hiss at him, taking some delight in the fear I could see in his eyes. "You think I've had a perfect life? You think you've suffered more than me?!"

"Jarik, wait!" someone cries out placatingly, but I shove them away with another Force push.

"You can't even imagine the pain I've been through," I say with cold fury. "What you've gone through, I have as well on a higher level! I was only a baby when Darth Maul killed my parents, leaving me an orphan! I've gone through horrors from the Clone War that you couldn't dream of in your worst nightmares! I went through horrible loss when Ahsoka was expelled by the Jedi for a crime she didn't do, when the Republic fell into the hands of Darth Sidious! I felt agonizing pain when my Force bond with Ahsoka was shattered!"

Ezra was grabbing at my arm in a panic to try and free himself, but I was firm and kept him up, my lightsaber held closer at his throat.

"You have no right to question my trust when you devoted all of yours to Maul! You were practically worshipping him that day, too blind and naive to see he was using you for his own gain!" I growl at him furiously. "And you most definitely have no right to question my love for Ahsoka. You don't deserve to even speak of her!"

"Please, just stop this!" someone else cries out.

I glare furiously into Ezra's eyes with my golden ones, delighted in how he gazed at me with such terror, yet also repulsed by it. With a final growl I whipped around and threw Ezra to the ground, storming away and deactivating my lightsaber.

"Come on R5," I snap, stomping back to the Knight Hawk and leaving this place behind.

R5 gave a long, nervous beep as he slowly followed after me, passing by Ezra along the way, who was groaning in pain and glancing back up at my retreating form fearfully. My eyes don't change from gold back to their normal color for some time after that.

That boy has absolutely no right to say what he did.

Oh geez... and you thought Jarik was pissed off when Maul showed up on Malachor. Ezra just did the unthinkable, no doubt due to the Sith holocron's influence. Some guesses on who 'The Presence' is? :3

On a brighter note, Mara got the Vikings to finally visit their island, yay! :D

WARNING: RANT INCOMING!

Alright so practically everyone has loved Vader: Shards of the Past by Star Wars Theory correct? In agreement with Lucasfilms he isn't allowed to monetize it, since it's not his property, which we can all understand and have accepted.

However... now after all the success this video has made, Disney has just made a copyright claim on the fan film. It's not taken down or anything, but what this means is that the fan film is making money. The catch?

ALL OF THAT MONEY IS GOING TO FREAKING DISNEY!

None of the money being made on that video is going to Star Wars Theory, he still doesn't get a single penny from it. But now Disney is making money off of something they don't even own! Yes, Disney owns Lucasfilms and thereford Star Wars, But they never created this fan film! Everything done in that film is original and made exclusively by Star Wars Theory and his team! The only thing that doesn't belong to him are the characters, but that isn't even the issue.

You see, Disney made a claim on the music/soundtrack used for the film, which is absolutely retarded. The music is based on John Williams's original themes yes, but Star Wars Theory had hired a composer to create the soundtrack solely for the film! It is all original recording!

What makes it even worse is that this is a manual claim, which means it wasn't done by YouTube's algorithms because it sounded similar. No, someone manually made the claim themself, on music they didn't even compose!

This past year ever since The Last Jedi fiasco I haven't liked the direction Star Wars has been taken, aside from our man Dave Filoni. I've watched channels like Geeks Gamers, having gotten my Star Wars (and other entertainment media) news from them. But of all the crap that has happened to Star Wars this year, nothing has really upset me too badly.

But this... this has me mad.

Disney is basically admitting that this fan film is better than the stuff they put out with a move like this, considering they've been losing so much money with Star Wars.