High school was certainly an interesting place.

Leia had managed to convince their parents to let them go to school by themselves. "He's already going to be the focus of everyone's attention anyway. Let's not embarrass him on top of that by having mommy and daddy take him to school," She'd said that morning at breakfast. His parents were still reluctant, but now that he was finally leaving the Jedi property, his mom had decided to set up a press conference to address his return to the "real world." Hopefully, his parents being there to jointly discuss what was happening would distract the reporters and paparazzi and keep them from coming to the school to try to catch a glimpse of him there. The superintendent had already assured the Skywalkers that extra law enforcement would be deployed strategically around the school for all the students' and staff's protection for the next few days from those seeking to chase after photos of Luke on the school campus.

And, it had worked. Thankfully.

Leia and Luke had listened to the press conference on the radio while Leia flew them to school in her custom made speeder. Though both of their parents were there to face the media, it was his mother that did the speaking. She kept it brief, succinct, and to the point, only giving out the most minor details—Yes, he'd been kidnapped by the former Senator Palpatine, but due to ongoing federal and international criminal investigations, they couldn't say why (technically true); Yes, he'd managed to escape from Palpatine two years before, but he hadn't been in contact with them during that time (no reason given),and he'd stayed with friends in England (true); Yes, Palpatine was still after their son (again, no reason given), and they would fight to protect him and their family (also true). Then his mother's voice, ever firm and commanding, turned sharp and edgy. "We ask that our family be allowed our privacy and left alone so that we may have time to heal. This is essentially a private family matter, despite the very high profile nature of our jobs at NASA and the DA's office. We ask that you respect our family's privacy and requests in this matter. If Luke chooses to answer more questions at a later time, we will honor that wish and allow him to do so. Until such time, anyone found trespassing on our property or harassing our son or anyone else in this family for further answers about the last nine years will be charged under legal jurisdiction."

And, that was the end of that. Damn, Luke thought with a grin, my mom is badass. Leia heard his comment in his mind and chuckled, nodding her head in agreement. "Yep. That she is, Brother."

Though his mother's warning had been for reporters and the paparazzi, it couldn't extend to his new fellow classmates, unfortunately. The moment Leia had parked the speeder in the gate protected student parking lot and he had cautiously stepped out of the speeder and glanced around, he could feel all eyes on him as he headed to the front office to get his schedule, and all throughout the first few periods of the day (math, science, and social studies). Most people tried to hide their stares, but they didn't do a very good job of it, especially when they whispered to their friends, considering what could have happened to him. Luke pointedly ignored it all—and thankfully, Leia was in all four of his 'advanced' core classes. Her presence was the only thing that made any of it bearable.

But, it wasn't just the students who looked at him like he was a commodity. Oh no. Apparently, his presence weirded out all the teachers as well. His math, science, and social studies teachers acted like he was some kind of breakable figurine, like one wrong word or look from them would cause him to spiral into a never-ending panic attack or something. Worse, all three of them had quietly suggested that if things were too hard in class for him, there "wouldn't be any shame" in going back to a 'regular' class. Insulted, Luke had set out to prove to them all that he didn't just belong in their classes, but rather, that he actually belonged in college already.

For example….

Math: "A manufacturing company processes raw ore. The number of tons of refined material the company can produce during t days using Process A is A(t)=t + 2t and using Process B is B(t) = 10t. The company has only 7 days to process ore and must choose 1 of the processes. What is the maximum output of refined material, in tons, for this time period?"

Easy, Luke thought as he blurted out, "It's obviously 70 tons."

His teacher had paused, looked at him with a puzzled frown, and slowly replied, "That's…correct. Next time, Luke, please raise your hand." From beside him, Leia hid a smirk behind her hand as Luke just shrugged.

Then came….

Science: "Which type of chemical bond maintains the pairing of each chain in the DNA molecule?"

Another easy one. This time, Luke made a point of raising his hand— which the science teacher pointedly ignored, and after calling on two other students who didn't get the right answer, Luke sighed loudly and waived his hand in the air wildly until the teacher reluctantly called on him. "To form the DNA molecule, purine bases bind to pyrimidine bases through intermolecular bonds called hydrogen bonds, which occurs when there is a hydrogen atom near either fluorine, oxygen, or nitrogen. When this happens, hydrogen appears to have lost electrons to those elements, and a very strong polarization is created. A highly positive hydrogen atom attracts pairs of electrons from other molecules, which therefore makes a hydrogen bond." When the teacher and some of his classmates stared at him in shock, he simply smiled innocently while Leia snorted into giggles next to him. "Does that answer the question?" He asked innocently.

And then there was….

Social Studies: "What Nazi Propagandist said, 'Think of the press as a great keyboard on which the government can play?' Is it…"

Luke couldn't help but interrupt again. "Joseph Goebbels." This time, he was not proud of why he knew that answer—he'd heard his superiors say that quote on more occasions than he could count, but they'd never said where it had come from. He hadn't known until he'd escaped, and he'd been watching a documentary on the BBC to try to fall asleep late one night. This time, he didn't look at Leia as he said it, and he made sure his mental shielding was strong so she couldn't feel the turmoil in his soul.

After Social Studies ended, he gathered his things, ignoring the stares, and followed Leia out into the meandering throng of teenagers between classes. "Wow. When you said you'd had schooling," Leia whispered as they slipped along the busy hallway, "you weren't kidding."

Luke didn't look at her while he shrugged. "Palpatine didn't want his apprentice to just be a mindless killing machine." And, he'd wanted to become the man's apprentice so much, he'd studied himself into exhaustion. Still, he supposed it was of use to him now. After all, what was that old TV slogan? "A mind is a terrible thing to waste?" And, Palpatine definitely hadn't wanted Luke's mind wasted.

Thankfully, Leia didn't push for more information. "Well, English is next…and I think you're going to be quite pleased with who else will be there…"

Luke turned to look at her as they rounded a corner, about to ask who she was talking about, when a vaguely familiar voice suddenly called out his name. "Luke!" Surprised, Luke turned around and found a boy just a bit shorter than his own five feet ten making his way through the crowd, followed closely by a girl with bright blue-green hair. The boy himself had such short, dark black hair, it almost looked blue in the florescent lights. Luke paused, trying to remember where he'd seen this boy before…

He ran across the yard, a wooden practice lightsaber in his hands. Suddenly, he stopped, whirled, and blocked a blow from the other boy—this time with longer hair. They both grinned as they began to spar across the back yard, laughing through gasps for air. "Boys," Luke's father called, and they both abruptly stopped, turning to find an amused Anakin and Obi-Wan standing on the Skywalker's back patio. "What are you doing?"

"Practicing!" they both said at the same time. "Jinx! You owe me a soda, Ezra." Luke quickly pointed out, grinning at the prospect of getting a Dr. Pepper.

"Ezra?!," Luke breathed in stunned surprise, coming back to the present, where the boy and the girl had now approached him.

Ezra smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Long time no see, Luke! Welcome home, Dude!" He said, and Luke couldn't help but smile back. He could feel the Force emanating from him. Ezra was strong in the Light side of the Force (though not as strong as any of the Skywalkers or Kenobi's). "I heard…Well, I heard at the Academy you were having trouble remembering things. I'm glad to see you remember me, though."

"But, the question is," The girl said, and Luke didn't sense any Force signature from her at all, "do you remember me?" She glanced from her phone at Luke and smirked. Ezra just sighed.

"Of course, he wouldn't remember you, he's never met you before." Ezra rolled his eyes. "This is my friend, Sabine."

Luke cleared his throat and lifted his hand in a quick wave. "Hi. Nice to meet you." He said to the girl, who nodded and looked back at her her phone to check on something. "And, uh…Yeah, I remember at least who you are. We're friends, right?"

"I'm your best friend, Dude!" Ezra said proudly with a grin. "We used to play all the time when we were kids. Force, we're all glad you're finally home, Man." Ezra kept grinning and shook his head.

At the mention of the Force, Luke quickly looked at Sabine, worried about her reaction. Most normal people didn't know what the Force was...or that there was even such a thing. He didn't need to worry though, because Sabine said, "Relax, I already know. Ezra here sucks at keeping secrets."

"I do not!" Ezra protested, and as he did, the two minute warning bell rang. "Shit. What class do you have next, Luke?"

Luke fumbled to grab his schedule, but Leia was on top of it. "Don't worry. He's with us." She said.

Ezra whistled. "Damn. I mean, I'm glad that you and I can suffer through Ms. Temple's class together, but dammit, what a sucky way to be welcomed back to civilian life."

When Luke frowned, not sure what he meant by that, Sabine clarified, "Ms. Temple is a royal bitch. A real pain in the ass, just saying."

"I can't argue there." Leia said dryly, "Speaking of which, let's get to class. If you're late one more time Ezra, she'll probably throw you in the school dungeon."

Luke perked up immediately. He raised his eyebrows as they began walking hurriedly to class. "This school has a dungeon? Awesome!"

"Nah...We don't really, but I'm sure Ms. Temple would be delighted to make one just for me." Ezra mumbled with a roll of his eyes. Thankfully, they weren't too far away, and they managed to slip inside the door just as the tardy bell rang.

Sure enough, Luke found a little old lady glaring at them from behind her desk, her feather-thin hair clearly dyed an unnatural shade of red. "Get in your seats before I give you a tardy anyway." Though her voice was alarmingly sweet, her clammy blue eyes and stiff jaw said she was anything but sweet. Immediately, Leia, Sabine, and Ezra scurried to their seats while Luke squared his shoulders and walked to the older woman, holding out the folded piece of paper with his schedule on it. The class was quietly working on a warm up question of some kind, but he could feel them glancing up to watch the exchange.

"Hi, I'm Luke Skywalker." He said, trying to keep his voice low so as not to draw too much attention to himself. "I'm your new student."

Ms. Temple cocked her head at him in such a way, it reminded him of a bird eyeing its prey, before she snatched the schedule from his hands and looked at it for a long moment. Finally, she sighed and handed it back to him. "If I was you," She said, and she made no effort whatsoever to keep her voice low, and Luke had no doubt that the entire class was listening, "I would have your schedule changed. Despite what the administration seems to think, English is not easy, and AP English especially is not for someone who isn't used to being in school in the first place."

It was so silent in the room, Luke was sure they could have heard a pin drop. Royal bitch indeed. "Thanks. I'll keep it in mind," Luke replied coolly with an arch of his brows. As much as Ms. Temple seemed to think the whole world revolved around her and her little classroom, Luke had faced people way more dangerous and scary than Ms. Temple could ever be. He would enjoy shoving her in her place. "Where may I sit?" He added a layer of fake politeness to his voice that anyone would have picked up, but apparently not the prickly Ms. Temple.

"You'll sit by the window, and…hold on. Class." She stood from her desk, her every movement twitchy and bird-like, and everyone finally looked up to openly stare at him and the crazy bird lady. "This is Luke Skywalker. He's new to school, for obvious reasons," Luke's jaw tightened. Oh, he was so going to enjoy being a thorn in her side. "So, everyone make sure you treat him with patience while he catches up. Luke, why don't you introduce yourself to the class?"

Seriously? This actually happened in real life? Who was she kidding? He'd only ever seen it in the chick flicks Mara occasionally watched to laugh at when she was bored. What was he supposed to tell everyone? That he was currently on a mission to take down one of the most evil men this world had ever seen? That he had the power and capability to kill all of them within seconds? Or, that he was the son of one of the Jedi Grandmasters? Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. "Um. My name is Luke Skywalker, and I uh…" He paused. When lying, it was good to include as much of the truth as possible. "I like to hunt." Hunt inquisitors and Palpatine, he meant. Not that they needed to know that. "I also do…martial arts." Close enough. He was super proficient in hand-to-hand and lightsaber combat. "And I also like…outer space." Sure, why not? Mara said as much, and after he'd unpacked everything, he really did have a ton of space-related things, and apparently, space had fascinated him as a small child. So, it wasn't a lie.

Someone snickered, leaning over to whisper something. Luke pointedly ignored them. "Well, that's all very lovely." Ms. Temple's fake enthusiastic voice said, "But, all of that will need to be put on hold. Today, we're going to discuss our book project for Heart of Darkness. You'll need to read the book and complete the project by next Friday, so you're about to be very busy…"

Irritated, Luke interrupted, quoting directly from the book. "No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey life—sensation of any given epoch of one's existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream—alone." He cocked his head innocently at the clearly flustered Ms. Temple. "Or, something like that. If you haven't already guessed, I've already read it." The reading hadn't actually been as stressed by Palpatine, but he'd enjoyed reading on his own anyway. Heart of Darkness was not one of his favorites, but it had a few good lines here and there in it.

"Clearly." Ms. Temple didn't sound happy. "Take your seat, Mr. Skywalker." Feeling smug, Luke crossed the room and sat down at his desk by the window, shoving his book bag under the desk.

As Ms. Temple began to gather the direction instructions to pass out for this project, Luke felt Leia trying to communicate with him through the Force. He opened his shields up just enough for her voice to slip through. Are you on a mission to annoy every teacher we have?

Luke shrugged, then realized she wasn't looking at him—she was sitting ahead of him, and her back was to him. Just this one. Sabine wasn't kidding.

I'm not sure Ms. Temple is someone you want to have as your enemy. Still, that was low, even by her standards. I can't believe she was so…public like that. Maybe we should talk to Mom and Dad…

I've got it Leia. Don't worry. He waited until the blonde girl in front of him had passed back his paper, and he looked down at it with mild interest, his mind already beginning to wander. English wasn't exactly his strongest subject, since Palpatine wasn't huge into making them write papers, but he did well enough he supposed. To his way of thinking, math and science would be way more helpful to him, but he still recognized the validity of all subjects. Still, he was looking forward to his last period of the day—a shop class, where he could design and build things. That was right up his alley.

Ms. Temple began to explain the assignment. "Heart of Darkness is full of symbolism…." He was only half listening as he glanced out the window at the bright sunny day. A day he could be enjoying if he were just about anywhere else but here, not listening to this old smarmy bird lady talk about the symbolism of Heart of Darkness. Or, better yet, he could be out there with Mara, Han, and Chewie, looking for clues as to the location of Palpatine, or Ventress, or anyone who might know where those two currently were. When Mara told him that's what she was doing while he was in school (she already had her GED, and wasn't at all interested in going back to the 'hell hole' she called high school), Luke hadn't been happy—until she promised that they wouldn't make a move without him.

And that they wouldn't tell his parents either.

He turned his attention back to the project, reading over it while the woman droned on and on about it. Reading the directions, though, puzzled him, and he frowned, raising his hand. Ms. Temple sighed dramatically as if to say already he's behind the other students. "Yes, Luke?" Her voice was full of annoyance.

"I'm sorry, but I must have gotten the wrong set of instructions." Luke said, "Aren't we supposed to write a paper on this?"

"That will be our in-class timed test." Ms. Temple replied, running out of patience. "This is our project for the book." Okay, a test and a project….kind of overkill, but y'know, whatever.

"So, what you're telling me is," Luke began, legitimately trying to understand the logic behind this decision, "That you want us to create some artsy picture that represents something symbolic from the book?"

Ms. Temple's eyebrows furrowed. He could hear Leia's voice in his head. Luke, please don't start this….

But, it was too late. He'd already passed 'Go'- and evidently wasn't going to collect anything but trouble in this class. "It doesn't have to be a picture. It could be a sculpture, or even a piece of music you created." Ms. Temple replied through pinched lips.

Luke's frown deepened, and he could hear Leia groaning in his head. In his peripheral vision, he saw Ezra and Sabine trying to hold back laughter. "But, I'm confused. This is an English class. Shouldn't we do something that relates to English?"

A few gasps from the other students told him he'd just said something he wasn't supposed to…not that he understood why. It was true, wasn't it? Ms. Temple's face reddened to match her hair. "It does so have to do with English, Mr. Skywalker. This assignment fits with English-Language State Standards…."

"Well, clearly there's been a mistake somewhere. This should be something we do in an art class, not an English class. It's not going to be useful to us in the real world unless someone in here decides to be an artist. It just doesn't make any sense." Luke looked around the room to see if anyone agreed with him, but they were all staring at him like he'd just lost his mind.

Luke, Leia warned, this is one of those things you think to yourself, but you don't actually say to a teacher. He didn't know why. Maybe if these teachers got enough feedback from their students, they would fix the stupidity of their assignments.

When Ms. Temple finally spoke, her eyes flashed warningly, and her voice was no longer filled with fake politeness. It was on edge, warning him to back off. Now. "You'll do the assignment, young man, because I've assigned it to be a major grade, so you will do it because I said so. Got it?"

Instantly, Luke bristled. Oh, how he hated being told what to do just because someone said so. He'd been treated that way by his trainers as an Inquisitor. He wasn't about to be treated like that here. "No, I don't 'got it,' because this is stupid. I'll write you a paper any day, but I'm not going to do a stupid art assignment for English class that will have absolutely zero value to me out there in the real world." He paused for dramatic effect. "Got it?"

The whole class erupted in one collective shocked gasp. Even Leia. Apparently, Luke had just fucked up. Yeah, Leia confirmed sarcastically in his mind, you fucked up, Bro.

Ms. Temple was practically trembling with rage. "Skywalker," She hissed, pointing at the door, "To the principal's office—NOW!"


Ezra was waiting for him when he exited the front office, still fuming from his 'conversation' with the principal. "Hey, Hero! How'd that convo go?" Ezra asked, slapping Luke on the shoulder as they headed towards Luke's locker.

Luke's scowl deepened. "Hero?" He echoed, giving his old friend a sideways glance.

"Yeah," Ezra grinned. "Everyone's talking about you, man! You said what every student here has ever thought in Ms. Temple's English class out loud—to her face! You're either brave, or really, really stupid."

"Apparently," Luke grumbled, "I'm really stupid."

"Nah...I'm going to go with brave." Ezra followed him as he turned another corner. "So, how did it go in there?"

Luke sighed, debating telling Ezra to go away, but Ezra was just trying to re-kindle an old friendship. And, if he was right, he could feel that Ezra had missed being friends with him, and just wanted to make up for lost time. Just like everyone else in his life, apparently. "The principal let me off on a warning. He said that the assignment does fit state standards, and sometimes we're asked to do things that don't necessarily fit what we think is best for us, but that teachers can't give alternate assignments for every student that doesn't like the assignment they give out. So….I'm stuck doing the assignment still, and I have to write Ms. Temple an apology, and get my parents to sign it." Oh, he was so not looking forward to that conversation. Maybe he'd just have his mom sign it…but it would still get back to his father. As Luke reached his locker, he was sorely tempted to start banging his head into it.

Ezra whistled. "Damn. That sucks. But, it could have been worse. Say, you have lunch now, right?" Luke nodded as he pulled out the slip of paper with his combination, "Awesome! Leia's already waiting in our usual spot—we call it the 'unofficial Jedi table.'"

Luke managed to get the locker open, debating on telling him that he shouldn't sit there then, since he wasn't a Jedi, but he didn't get a chance to. "SKYWALKER." A deep, booming voice roared behind him. Luke tensed, his hand going to where his lightsaber was….only to remember that not only did he not have it, but he still couldn't find his extra crystal.

"Uh-oh," Ezra whispered, as Luke turned around to find literally the biggest kid he'd ever seen lumbering towards him from the other end of the hall, every student jumping to get out of his path. "What could you have possibly done to make Jabba look at you like he wants to use your head as a toilet plunger?"

Jabba, Luke mused, watching the hulking, sweaty thing coming towards him. Luke was never one to judge someone by their size, but damn, this kid was so massive, it was a miracle he was still alive. Or able to sit in the tiny desks the school provided. Jabba…where did he know that name from? "I'm not sure," Luke said, shoving his stuff in his locker before closing it to face the possible threat. "Do you happen to have your lightsaber handy?"

"In my backpack," Ezra replied cautiously, "Jabba is a lot of things…but he's still technically a civilian. A bully, yeah, but a civilian nonetheless. I'm not sure outing the Jedi Order over Jabba is exactly the best thing to do." Damn. He was right. Luke would need to defend himself in other ways.

Luke, Leia's voice was in his head again, filled with concern, Why do I feel like something bad is happening? He didn't answer—he didn't have a chance to answer, because Jabba finally approached, wound his arm back, and threw a punch right at Luke's face. He dodged the blubbery jerk's fist with ease, ducking under the hulking mass of human flesh…and Jabba instead landed the punch straight into Luke's locker, denting the door in with a shriek of metal. Shit, Luke thought, as he backed up a few paces, trying to put some distance between him and the furious monstrosity that was Jabba, that could have been my head! "What the hell, man?!" Luke snapped as Jabba began to turn again. Around him, students stopped what they were doing, waiting, watching.

Jabba laughed bitterly—it was more of a deep Santa Clause laugh though. But, Jabba made Santa look like a runway model. "I haven't forgotten you, Skywalker, or what you did ten years ago!"

What he did? Luke tried to remember, but he came up blank. Ezra, however, gasped. "Oh yeah! I remember! You beat Jabba to a friggin' pulp on the playground for hurting Leia!"

And vaguely, Luke remembered, just as quickly as that. A younger, and almost just as ugly, Jabba pushed his little sister to the ground. Hard. Luke saw red….and launched himself at the bigger kid. It should have been a fight he lost, but he used the Force to keep Jabba pinned under him while he punched the bully repeatedly in the nose…

Oh. Well. Apparently, Jabba held grudges….and assumed that nine years being kidnapped would soften Luke up, make him an easy target. Jabba threw another punch, and Luke dodged again, as students began to gather around them, starting to chant, "Fight, fight, fight!" over and over again. Jabba stumbled, but by some miracle, he didn't fall over. "Come on, prissy boy," Jabba snarled, turning back to Luke, "I've been waiting for this rematch for a long time. You're not going to get the best of me that easily."

Luke snorted, and dodged yet another attempt to punch him. Jabba had brute strength, Luke would give him that, but that was all he had. He wasn't smart, or cunning. He was simply a big, ugly bully, and Luke had killed men with better training and far greater powers. If Luke wanted to, he could reach out and kill the boy where he stood without breaking so much as a sweat. But, Luke was smart—and with that vague memory of a fist fight so long ago, he also remembered what schools did to those who threw a punch back. He had already pissed off a stupid English teacher. He wasn't about to get himself suspended, too.

So, he would let the bully wear himself out, and wouldn't throw a single punch. So, he dodged, left, right, underneath…he moved so quickly, Jabba couldn't get his hands on him. "Stand still," Jabba huffed, already drenched with sweat, "And, fight!"

"Mmm, I have other things planned for today." Luke casually responded, dodging another blow…and as he did, his eyes caught someone elses. A pair of large, worried brown eyes.

Leia.

"Luke!" She must have cried, but he couldn't hear her over the yells of the other students. She stood next to Ezra, who watched Luke move around Jabba's blows, obviously impressed. Leia didn't seem that impressed, however.

And…just as he saw her, the world he knew began to fade into an agonizing haze of pain and….

"At last! Master Luke's come to rescue me!" Threepio cried as Luke stood before a huge giant slug…thing, with drool dripping from its mouth. Chained up before him, was Leia, wearing what Luke could only describe as a very elaborate gold metal bikini…and manacles on her neck. She sat up when she saw him, her eyes widening.

"Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight," The slug's….servant? said to the slug, who responded with a very strange language…he did not sound happy. The servant hesitated.

"I must be allowed to speak." Luke said, and his present day self could tell that his dream self was using the Force to convince the servant and the slug thing to listen to him. It clearly worked on the servant, because he repeated…probably what Luke said in that strange language. The slug….not so much. Luke stepped forward, removing his hood, and tried again. "You will bring Captain Solo and the Wookie to me."

The slug stared at him, and Luke held his breath, hoping that it had worked this time. Unfortunately, the slug began to laugh that deep, Santa Clause laugh. If Santa was this gross, Luke didn't ever want the jolly fat man to bring him any presents again. The slug continued to speak in that strange language, and…dream Luke must have understood him, but real Luke didn't at all. "Nevertheless," Luke continued, stepping forward, "I'm taking Captain Solo, and his friends." He glanced very briefly at Leia, who was seemingly trying to implore him with her eyes to do something. "You can either profit by this, or be destroyed." Yeah, that seemed like something he would say. "It's your choice, but I warn you not to underestimate my powers."

The slug seemed less than impressed. "Master Luke," Threepio began, "You're standing on…"

The slug loudly interrupted, jerking Leia away from Luke by that chain…and Luke swallowed back a wave of anger, glancing around to find that the room was full of weird looking…things, all closing in on him. As Jabba began to speak again, Luke reached out with the Force, snatching someone's pistol from their belt, trying to aim it at the slug…just as he was grabbed, and the floor dropped out from underneath him, and he was falling….

Reality slammed back into him, his head wailing in pain, his vision still blurry. He could barely hear the chants around him, barely hear Leia's voice crying out in the Force, calling for him…and a split second later, Jabba's massive fist came hurtling into his blurred view.

And, all Luke knew was intense pain followed by blackness.


And Jabba returns! As well as Ezra and Sabine! I know ya'll want to see more characters, and I'll bring them in. But I'll do it at the right time.

Btw. The whole Ms. Temple thing? Yeah that's based on my AP senior teacher. She really did move like a bird...and she really was a huge jerk. The nice thing about being a writer though...you can immortalize your enemies forever in humiliating ways in your writing! Muahahahahahaha!

Blade will be updated. Hopefully by either Wednesday or Thursday. Just...that story takes a LOT of energy to write. So it's taking my Beta and I a while to write.

The song for this chapter is Teenagers by My Chemical Romance.

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Love,

Sarah