Izzy smiled as he toggled through the displays on the data pad. Thanks Feona. The pad contained various bits of data on the hyperdrive engines of the spaceships, some cultural information, and a wealth of scientific diagrams and formulae. He worked his way through it, absorbing the information and making notes on his laptop, trying to ignore Mimi's giggling from where she and Talon Karrde were talking.

If it wasn't for saving Matt I'd have refused to go with Mimi entirely. Izzy cringed as Mimi giggled her high-pitched laugh again. We just don't get on too well.

"You're so funny," laughed Mimi. "Not like all those other freighter captains."

Karrde smiled. "It helps when the lady is as charming as you are." He got up and sketched a bow. "Unfortunately we will be dropping out of hyperspace shortly and landing on Mrlsst. I must return to the cockpit."

"So soon?" asked Mimi, batting her eyelashes. Karrde laughed and left the room.

Izzy tucked the datapad into his backpack and closed the lid of his laptop. "We should prepare for reversion to realspace." He stowed his gear away, then sat in one of the chairs and fastened the safety harness.

Mimi humphed. "If I didn't know better I'd say you didn't like me Izzy." She likewise sat, Palmon on her lap.

Izzy sighed. "Whether I like you or not is immaterial Mimi. We have a long and difficult task ahead of us and I would rather it was completed as quickly as possible."

Mimi's eyes wobbled for a moment, then she started to cry. "How can you say that you don't like me?" she asked.

Palmon glared at Izzy. "Don't you ever think before you open your mouth?"

Izzy's mouth worked open and shut a few times. "I didn't say anything of the sort Mimi. I just commented that I wished to get our task done in as efficient manner as possible."

Tentomon put one taloned appendage on Izzy's knee. "But just think how it sounded Izzy."

"It was a logical statement without emotional content." Izzy shrugged. "I see no reason why you should take offence Mimi, or read something into it that obviously wasn't there."

Mimi started to cry louder. "How can you say you hate me?"

"Wha?" Izzy looked totally confused. "Mimi, you're making no sense." Suddenly he felt something tugging at him. "Mimi, could you be quiet a moment?" he asked, his voice conveying some urgency.

"No I will not!" Mimi stamped a foot. "You are mean to me, you ignore me, well no more!"

Izzy sighed. "I'm sorry you perceived my statement as criticism, it was not intended as such."

Mimi humphed and turned her head away. "I don't believe you. I'm not talking to you until you apologise."

Izzy sighed and closed his eyes. He found it harder for some reason to reach out to the Force. Maybe we act as a kind of reinforcement to each other in close proximity. It was like an itch at the base of his skull almost. A feeling like he had forgotten some piece of information and would only remember it when he saw something familiar. "Intriguing."

"What's intriguing Izzy?" asked Tentomon.

Izzy shook his head slightly. "It feels like there's something just out of reach. It doesn't seem unreasonable that this is the supposed trace that the lightsabre leaves for each of us." He turned to Mimi. "Do you sense anything?"

Mimi's brow wrinkled in concentration, then unfurrowed. "I don't sense anything unusual Izzy, and I just remembered I'm not talking to you anymore!" She turned to face the wall again.

Izzy looked at Tentomon and Palmon. "This is going to be a long trip."

The two digimon nodded.

Izzy looked around the small spaceport. He could see no sign of their guides and behind him he could feel the back draft of the Wild Karrde taking off. Most of the people here were of the planets native species, with a short stature, a somewhat triangular head with tufted feathers in place of hair, and large bulbous eyes. Here and there, where he could see people gesturing, he noted three digit hands.

"So where are they?" whined Mimi. "I thought they'd be here."

Izzy shrugged. "They're busy people. I was personally surprised that they deemed this important enough to help us, rather than attack the problem directly."

"Oh." Mimi scanned the spaceport again. "So who are our guides Izzy?"

Izzy blinked. "I thought I told you."

Tentomon shook his head. "You muttered about it while Captain Karrde was teaching her a card game."

Mimi humphed again.

Izzy rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear to you Mimi, but you never really showed much of an interest." He scanned the crowd, then pointed off in a direction slightly to his left. "There they are."

Mimi looked carefully. "Isn't that Leia? And General Ankles?"

Izzy sighed and started to move towards them. "Councillor Organa-Solo and General Antilles," he corrected Mimi, "are here because they both have unique insight into where we are going." He was met half way by Leia and Wedge.

Wedge held out a hand. "Good to see you made it off Yavin. I'd hate to think we were fighting a kid as smart as you."

Izzy took it and shook it, hoping that was the correct response. "Thank you sir. But I am at a loss to explain why you and Councillor Organa-Solo were chosen to accompany us. Surely such high ranking members of the Republic…"

Leia shook her head. "My brother is at stake here as well as your friend. I'm happy to help you if it means I'll have a chance to fight for my brother's safe return."

"And the Princess needs a body guard," added Wedge. "Qwi… Dr. Xux," he corrected himself, "felt that I would serve better at Leia's side rather than hers."

Leia patted Wedge's arm. "Don't sell yourself short Wedge. You're familiar with this planet and you're one of the few Hoth veterans still with us."

Izzy's brow wrinkled. "I'm still not sure that it was wise for you to accompany us Councillor. We have no idea who Exar Kun will mobilise to stop us, or what digimon Myotismon will send."

Leia scowled. "I was involved, actively involved in the Rebellion before I was twenty. I know how to look after myself." She nodded to Wedge. "Plus I too am a Hoth survivor, although I didn't fly against the walkers as Wedge did."

Izzy bowed. "I apologise. I did not mean to insinuate that you were not capable of defending yourself."

Wedge grinned. "The reason we were sent to you was because I've been here before and both Leia and I were at Hoth and Endor."

Izzy nodded and focused on a point somewhere in the middle distance. "The only man to survive two Death Star runs. Also the leader of Rogue Squadron, an elite squadron for ten years until your promotion to General forced you away from active duty." His eyes refocused on Wedge. "Quite a record."

"Quite a memory," countered Wedge. "You didn't know any of this when we met before."

Izzy shrugged self depreciatingly. "I'm a fast learner." He adjusted the strap of his backpack. "I hate to nag, but can we please begin? This is not a comfortable state to be in."

Wedge frowned. "I don't understand."

"I do," interrupted Leia. "It's the sabre isn't it?"

Izzy nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Leia laughed. "Call me Leia. I'm here incognito so brandishing my title about defeats the object." She led the way out of the spaceport. "It's early evening here now. We can't do anything until tomorrow."

Wedge pointed at a large building across the way. "We have rooms in the Grand Hotel." He grinned at Leia. "I can't wait to see the shuffling that goes on to see which department foots the bill."

Mimi let out a delighted squeal. "It's beautiful!"

Izzy frowned lightly. "The architecture seems to be in the classical style from Europe on Earth."

Wedge shrugged. "This style occurs in almost all human cultures in our universe. Perhaps it is the same for you." He moved forwards. "I'll get the keys, you stay out here."

Leia nodded and moved the bag she had slung across her shoulder slightly to a more comfortable position.

Mimi sat as Leia braided the younger girls hair.

"My mother used to do this for me when I was younger." Leia smiled slightly, remembering better times. "I hope to do this for my daughter when she's older."

Mimi half turned in her seat. "You have a daughter?"

Leia took Mimi's shoulders and turned her back towards the mirror. "Hold still or the braid will end up over one ear."

"Sorry."

Leia continued braiding. "She's called Jaina. She's a little over two years old now." She stroked Mimi's hair slightly. "She doesn't have very long hair yet." She used one final pin to hold the braid in place on the top of Mimi's head. "There. Done."

Mimi turned her head to and fro, examining her reflection in the mirror. "It's very pretty. How do you manage to do it on yourself?"

Leia laughed. "Practise." She moved away from Mimi, to the tray holding food that room service had brought up earlier. Palmon was already happily munching away at it. Leia delicately picked up some sort of fruit that resembled an apple and took a bite.

Mimi picked up a glass of fruit juice and sat on her bed. "He never did apologise."

Leia swallowed before answering. "Who?"

"Izzy," supplied Palmon. "He and Mimi have a long history of not getting on."

"Really?" asked Leia. "He seems polite to a fault."

Mimi made a frustrated sound. "I don't think he notices me. He'd rather poke at that computer of his."

Leia tried to stifle a laugh. "You like him."

Mimi blushed. "So what if I do?"

Leia shook her head. "Love is a wonderful thing Mimi, if it's the right person. Otherwise it becomes cold and jealous." She sat next to Mimi. "Why do you like him?"

"He's cute." Mimi turned her head at an angle. "I like the way his hair and his eyes work together. I like the fact that he's shorter than me so he doesn't boss me around."

Leia shook her head. "Then you don't like him, you just like your image of him."

Mimi grinned lopsidedly. "But he and I would look good together."

Palmon shook her head. "But Mimi, looks aren't everything." She drank some water before continuing. "Even the ugliest seed can become a pretty flower. You shouldn't judge on first appearances."

Leia nodded sagely. "That only leads to trouble." She leant against the wall. "Let me tell you about how my husband and I first met, and what a bad first impression he made…"

Wedge had showered, eaten, made a few calls, and started reviewing some reports from Tycho on Rogue Squadron. All this time Izzy had remained cross-legged on his bed typing on that strange machine of his.

"Okay, what's with the silent treatment?"

Izzy looked up, his fingers still flying across the keyboard. "What silent treatment?"

Wedge sighed. "Other than agreeing who gets each bed you haven't said a word to me." He rapped lightly on the back of Izzy's screen. "Is what you're working on so fascinating that you can't make idle talk?"

Izzy slowly and deliberately shut the lid on his laptop. "And what do you suggest we talk about?"

Tentomon flew up to sit beside Izzy. "Stop being so standoffish Izzy. Wedge is just trying to be nice."

 "Sorry. Being trapped with Mimi has left me somewhat… cranky." Izzy reached up and massaged the bridge of his nose.  "And this," he waved his hands vaguely, "Vibration that the lightsabre is giving off isn't improving my mood much."

Wedge patted his shoulder in what he hoped was a soothing manner. "Don't worry, we'll find it tomorrow, then hopefully your headache will stop."

Izzy shrugged. "I doubt the root cause will be removed though."

"What, Mimi?" asked Tentomon, slightly puzzled.

Izzy nodded. "She just… aggravates me I guess. She doesn't seem to consider anyone else except herself and she doesn't listen to me or even acknowledge I exist unless I've done something to upset her."

"Ah." Wedge nodded. "I've met people like that." He sat next to Izzy. "I stayed at the rank of Commander for a long time. Many generals considered therefore that I knew nothing, despite my having served as commander of the best squadron in the Alliance and usually been in service longer than they had." He shrugged. "I just ignored them. I knew that what they thought about me was wrong, so I just talked to those who did know how capable I was and hoped that those others would realise the error of their ways."

Izzy shook his head. "It's not that. It's just it sometimes seems like I was supposed to have done something for her and because I hadn't, she just got mad."

Tentomon put a talon on Izzy's knee. "But that time at the temple you did annoy her for a reason."

Izzy looked slightly embarrassed. "It was important."

"More important than your friends?" asked Wedge.

"But my friends weren't there!" argued Izzy. He then stopped. "Oh."

Wedge nodded. "You don't think of Mimi as one of your friends, just as an annoyance."

Izzy slumped slightly. "I find it hard to make friends. With Mimi, it didn't really seem like she would understand me half the time so I never really tried."

Wedge nodded again. "Now you know where your blind spot is, what are you going to do about it?"

Izzy shrugged. "Try to correct the fault I suppose. Be more attentive to her needs."

"But don't be a pushover," warned Wedge. "Mimi strikes me as the type of person who would twist your good will to her own ends."

Izzy shot Wedge a level gaze. "You're more perceptive than I first gave you credit for General. I can see why your name is a cause for alarm to the Empire."

Wedge waved his hands in a dismissive gesture. "Call me Wedge. Everyone does, even my pilots."

Wedge looked up from his seat in the park to see Leia, Mimi and Palmon approaching. "All set for the hunt?"

Leia nodded. "Ready and willing."

Izzy got up from his seat next to Wedge. "It's in this direction." He started to walk off, following the instinctive pull of whatever marker had been set up by the Jedi that had hidden the sabre. The others followed him, making little conversation so as not to distract the young boy from his goal.

Eventually Izzy stopped. "What is that?" He pointed at a small circle of burnt grass that was cordoned off from the main path and surrounded by armed guards.

"Is that where the sabre is?" asked Mimi.

Izzy shook his head. "No, but it's resonating with the sabre somehow."

Wedge smiled. "I think I know why." He gestured at the burnt circle. "This is where a great Jedi was killed by the Empire. He gave himself up so that the University would be spared."

Nearby one of the guards nodded. "That's right. That's the spot where Taj Junak surrendered. They burnt him down where he stood. Nothing ever grew on that spot again."

Wedge thanked the man for the information, then signalled that the group should move back. "I'm guessing that this Taj Junak was the one who hid the lightsabre."

Izzy nodded. "A viable hypothesis." He shut his eyes momentarily. "The source is not far from here." He opened his eyes and started to move forwards again.

Wedge shuddered slightly. "No offence to you Leia, or your brother, but this Jedi stuff makes my skin crawl."

Leia patted Wedge's arm. "If its any consolation, this is as odd to me as it is to you. I don't feel anything out of place."

Izzy walked on for another three blocks, Tentomon buzzing ever at his shoulder, until he came to the front of an imposing building.

"It's in there."

Wedge raised an eyebrow. "I recognise this place. This is the building where the President entertains important functions and discussions." He gestured at the two guardsmen standing by the door. "I don't think it's open to the public."

Leia strode forwards confidently. "Well we'll just have to go in on business." She approached the main door and a guard moved to stop her. "Let me pass."

The guard shook his head. "Sorry madam, this area is off limits to anyone who doesn't have a pass."

Leia stood and glared at him. "I am Councillor Organa-Solo and I demand to be let in."

The guard shook his head again. "Sorry lady, I've got orders."

Izzy whispered something to Mimi, then handed over his telephone card.

Mimi stepped forwards. "Here's my I.D. These three are my assistants." Into the man's mind she projected an image that the telephone card she showed him was a legitimate item of identification.

The man gave it a cursory glance and Mimi blocked the memory of Leia just trying to bluff her way in.

The guard straightened. "You may enter Lady Mimi."

Mimi snapped her fingers in what she hoped was a commanding way and stalked into the building. Wedge and Leia exchanged glances then followed behind, with Izzy and the two digimon bringing up the rear.

Once out of earshot of the guards Mimi gave a sigh of relief. "Here Izzy." She passed him back his phone card.

Izzy grinned at her. "Good job Mimi."

Mimi blushed. "Well you thought of it."

Wedge frowned. "Lady Mimi?"

Mimi giggled. "Well I wanted to sound important enough that they'd let me in."

Leia smiled. "Well it worked great." She turned to Izzy. "Now where?"

Izzy frowned. "This way." He moved down the main hall and took one of the turning to the left. He then led them down a further corridor, and stopped in front of a door. "It's somewhere below this room."

Wedge shrugged and knocked.

A Mrlsst native answered the door and it would have been harder to say who was more surprised. "Captain Antilles!"

"Gyr Keela!" Wedge grinned and extended a hand to the little alien. "It's been a long time. Are you still President?"

Keela grinned and waggled a finger. "Tsi- I'm either the President, or in trouble for invading his office." He extended a hand to Leia. "And who is this lovely lady? Tsi? And the others?"

"Leia," she replied, likewise holding out her hand and allowing Keela to shake it.

Mimi giggled. "I'm Mimi Tachikawa."

Izzy bowed. "Koushiro Izumi," he said distractedly, his eyes still roaming the walls of Keela's office. He then stopped and pointed. "That panel there."

"Tsi?"

Wedge frowned. "Are you sure? We don't want to damage anything if we don't have to."

Izzy moved forwards and put a hand against the wall. "I'm sure."

Wedge drew his blaster and prepared to shoot out the wall when a large purple symbol began to glow on it. "What is that?" The glow grew stronger until everyone in the room had to shield their eyes. When Wedge and the others lowered them they discovered that the wall had disappeared, leaving a passage revealed.

Keela hopped from foot to foot nervously. "Tsi! How did you do that?"

Izzy eyed the hole nervously. "I think I'm the only one meant to enter." He patted the top of Tentomon's carapace. "Sorry Tento, but you'd better stay up here." Izzy looked at Mimi, Leia, and Wedge, then squared his shoulders and walked confidently into the darkness.

Wedge turned to Mimi. "What was that purple thing that glowed?"

"That was Izzy's Crest, the symbol of Knowledge." Mimi sat down with her back against the wall. "And now we're stuck waiting for him," she sulked.

Wedge turned to Keela, who seemed to be tsiing himself into an apoplectic fit. "Calm down Mister President."

"Tsi? Calm down? Tsi tsi! My wall just vanished! Tsi!" Keela started to pace. "I demand to know what you and your squadron are up to this time Captain Antilles! Tsi!"

Wedge held up his hands in what he hoped was a placating gesture. "Firstly, it's not Captain, it's General. Secondly my squadron is not involved in this. As to what we're up to…" Wedge made a kind of help me! gesture to Leia.

Leia came forward and laid a calming hand on Keela's arm. "We're here on a mission. Those two children are Jedi and they came to collect something."

"Tsi?"

Wedge nodded. "We think your ghost Jedi came to Mrlsst to hide it." He motioned at the hole. "Sorry about the mess."

Izzy moved down the passage as it followed a downwards corkscrew. I wonder how far the bottom is? He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Is it the cold, he wondered, Or is it, as I suspect, residual electric charge from whatever I'm about to face? He moved though another two turns before stopping at the entrance to a room. This must be it, he thought to himself. He looked up at the ceiling. That looks like the sort of ball placed on a Van-de-Graf generator. With the metal walls this place is obviously one huge death trap!

He moved forwards and, as if triggered by his very presence, the ball in the ceiling began to discharge bolts at the walls and floor. More often than not, it would strike a metal plinth in the centre of the room. From the illumination each bolt gave it was clear that there was something on the plinth.

That must be my lightsabre, thought Izzy. He looked around the room. Obviously this room was designed so that only Jedi with a high affinity for manipulating electrical energy can survive. Izzy lent against one of the walls of the corridor and sent his sense out into the room. No off-switch. I knew they wouldn't make this easy.

Izzy carefully considered what he saw. I estimate about ten metres to the plinth. About three metres from it I become the highest point in the room and as such the best target for the bolts. The potential difference between the sphere and the walls must be in excess of a thousand volts. The bolts are generated because the difference in potential causes…

Izzy dragged his brain back to the point in hand. It's like that children's rhyme, he mused. Can't go over it, can't go under it, have to go through it. He slowly tried to put his fears aside and connect to the Force as much as possible. Slowly, he could sense where a bolt would hit before it would discharge.

It's now or never.

Izzy slowly moved out into the room, dodging where the bolts were going to strike before stopping just outside the three-metre radius. I need to put aside my fear, and trust the Force, Izzy thought to himself. He slowly took a deep breath and moved forwards.

The first bolt to hit him he deflected away easily, but the second came close on it's tail, and then a third, and a fourth, each bolt coming faster than the last. Izzy screamed in pain as he started to be unable to shunt the energy pouring into him away fast enough.

This isn't fair! he thought to himself, dropping to one knee. This isn't a test, it's an execution. He took a deep breath and tried to find his centre again.

Unbidden Luke's voice, from the first lesson he'd had came back to him. 'The Force is more about feeling and moving on instinct than thinking.'

Izzy stopped thinking about what he was doing with the Force, and let the Force choose it's own path. Slowly the pain lessened until Izzy felt strangely dislocated from the world. He could feel the Force all around him, moving in it's own currents without his interference. He walked forwards to the pedestal, lightning flickering over his skin.

As his fingers closed around the lightsabre hilt the lightning stopped as suddenly as it started. Izzy relaxed. "Score one for the good guys."

He turned suddenly as he heard a familiar whine, the same sound but much more intense than when one of the training remotes gathered it's charge to fire.

"Uh-oh."

Wedge looked up as the lights in Keela's office started to flicker. "What's going on?"

Mimi hugged her knees to her chest. "Izzy's powers are electric, so whatever is down there is going to be using electricity to attack him."

Keela moved to the computer terminal built into his desk. "The whole district it suffering. Whatever is attacking your friend is taking a lot of energy to do it tsi."

Tentomon started to hop from foot to foot. "Ow! Ow! Make it stop!"

Leia looked concerned. "What is it Tentomon?"

The bug digimon continued to hop from foot to foot. "Izzy is getting hurt by energy."

"We're all linked to our partners," explained Palmon. "Izzy must be accidentally sending energy through his digivice."

"EEEEeeeee!" squeaked Tentomon. He then stopped hopping, and the lights in the office stabilised.

"I think it's stopped," supplied Wedge. Then all the lights went out and stayed out. "Or not," he added.

Tentomon screamed in the darkness.

Izzy knew he'd never make it out in time before the whatever it was discharged, so he curled into a ball to present a smaller surface area and threw himself back into the Force.

Almost an instant later he felt fire across every part of his back and the parts of his arms facing outwards as they covered his head. He screamed even as the Force diverted most of the deadly energy away from his body.

Slowly he realised that it had stopped, even though the pain remained across his back. He carefully uncurled, wincing as the much-abused skin on his back relaxed. He saw the lightsabre hilt glowing a dull red next to him.

I survived. Barely. He moved an arm up, the skin protesting as it pulled. He found the parts of the sleeve that had faced the storm were charred beyond recognition, leaving him with only strips of fabric for sleeves. He tore off one of the sleeves and used it to protect his hand enough so he could pick up his still red-hot sabre. He then stood and shakily made his way back up the slope.

As he moved further on he found his mind wandering. I'm going into shock, he realised. He found it harder and harder to put one foot in front of another, and the pain from his back and arms growing worse and worse. Please let me get to the top, he silently begged.

He slipped and lost his footing. What fool levelled out the slope? he wondered. How will I ever reach the top now? He then noticed that someone had caught him, because he did not hit the ground.

"I made it?" he croaked out.

A blur that could have been either Leia or Mimi loomed over him.

"Don't worry Izzy," said the blur, "We'll get you to a hospital."

Izzy passed out.

Leia let Wedge take Izzy's prone form in his arms. The boy moaned as Wedge's arms touched his burnt back, but remained unconscious.

"Izzy," breathed Mimi, almost in tears.

Leia picked up the still hot lightsabre by the rag that she presumed used to be part of Izzy's sleeve. "We need to get him out of here."

Wedge nodded. "Can you call for an ambulance President Keela?"

The little alien nodded and worked his datapad. "If that boy faced all the electrical energy that was shunted away from the region, then it's a miracle he's still alive."

Wedge started to the door, Izzy still in his arms. "I'll go meet the ambulance," he said. He then looked at the stricken Tentomon. "Are you coming Tento?" he asked, remembering the abbreviated name Izzy had called the digimon. Tentomon nodded dejectedly and followed Wedge out of the room.

Leia turned to Keela. "I'm sorry President Keela, I'll pay for damages to your wall…" She trailed off as she noticed the hole had once again been replaced by the same panelling as the rest of the office.

"Tsi?" Keela was as clearly confused by the matter as she was.

Leia shrugged and followed after Wedge, a very worried Mimi and Palmon following in her wake.

Matt traded furious blows with Kyp, moving faster and faster until he was sure he was a blur. He let his anger feed his strength and numb his pain. He'd lost track of time somewhere around the sixth hour he had been fighting, and he'd done three hours worth of drill before that.

He felt a bead of perspiration move from his temple, past his jaw line and down his bare chest. The only way I'll beat Kyp is if my rage is fiercer than his.

Matt envisioned it was Tai he was facing and summoned up every iota of hatred against his nemesis. Slowly he beat Kyp back until the other apprentice slipped over in exhaustion. Matt brought his practise sabre up in preparation for a deathblow.

"Hold!"

Matt looked up, shaking with muscle fatigue, at Kam.

The older Jedi came down from the higher vantage point that he had used to observe the training of the two star pupils of Exar Kun. He drew his hand back and hit Matt in the face.

Matt made no effort to block, knowing that worse reprisals would follow if he did.

"Sloppy," said Kam. "You took far too long to take him. Why did you not use your best tool first?"

Matt tried to even out his breathing. "I… I… Anger leads to the dark…"

He was interrupted by Kam again hitting him. "You have been told the truth. There is no Dark side." He gestured for Kyp to rise. "Again."

Matt shook his head. "We've been at this for hours."

Kam hit him a third time. "You will be at this until you get it right. Now, again!"

Matt struggled to bring his practise sabre up. He then snarled at his own weakness. Tai would still be fresh. Well I'll show him! Matt focused on his anger; let it feed his tired and aching muscles.

With a primal scream he attacked Kyp.

Matt fell out of the world until he found himself again poised over Kyp's sprawled form.

He heard Kam's slow applause. "Well done. You are ready."

Matt lowered his arms, his strength ebbing away. "Ready for what?"

Kam grinned humourlessly. "You must both face a trial to be called Jedi Knights." He turned to Kyp. "You must retrieve the Sun Crusher and free your brother."

Kyp nodded solemnly. "I will not rest until it is done."

Kam nodded and turned to Matt. "You must retrieve your own lightsabre from where it was hidden on Hoth by our enemies. You will meet resistance there. Are you ready?"

Matt nodded. "Not even the force of an exploding star could stop me."

Izzy was happy to see that Mimi looked visibly relieved when he stepped into the waiting room.

"Izzy!" Mimi ran over to him and threw her arms around him.

Izzy winced as her arms brushed over newly healed skin. "Careful Mimi." Mimi withdrew looking unhappy. Izzy immediately remembered what Wedge had told him. "Sorry Mimi. I'm happy to see you, it's just that I'm still a little sore."

Tentomon flew over and landed at Izzy's feet. "You sure had me worried there Izzy. Don't you ever do anything like that again!"

Izzy grinned and knelt so that he was on a level with his partner. "I'll try not to Tento. I only had one lightsabre to find after all."

Leia joined them. "Here's your lightsabre." A smile played at the corner of her mouth. "I think you dropped it."

Izzy took and took it from her. He turned in over in his hands and examined the smooth chrome and purple surface. "Obviously the Jedi believed in colour co-ordination." He tried the recessed activation switch, but got no response. He frowned. "I don't understand."

Leia smiled. "You still need to charge it Izzy. We would have, but it's a special ritual for when the first time a sabre is charged." She moved to the doorway. "You can charge it on route to Endor. We only have another two days before Matt shows up at Hoth."

Izzy nodded and hung the sabre from the hook on his belt. He smiled to himself. Somehow it felt right for it to be there.

Mimi giggled. "For a 'child of light' you sure managed to make a lot of city go dark."

Izzy frowned. "I don't understand Mimi."

Mimi giggled again. "You boys. You never are interested in names, are you?"

Izzy thought about the symbols that made up his name when he wrote it out in traditional Japanese script. Child, Light. Child of Light! "Mimi, that's it! It wasn't Tai's sister Hikari in that prophesy we found, it was me!" His mind started to go through the rest of the prophecy. "That knowledge doesn't help us much as we still don't know who the 'One-Who-Is-Many' is, or what Myotismon is going to do to Japan." His shoulders sagged slightly. "We should get going."

Leia nodded and lead the way back to the spaceport, Mimi and Palmon walking beside her.

Wedge dropped back slightly to walk beside Izzy and Tentomon. "Wonder how the others are doing."

Izzy shrugged slightly. "Joe and Sora will be just getting on with it, same as us. I just hope the people assigned to Tai and T.K. keep them in line."

Wedge snorted slightly. "I hope that Tai is a good influence on Wes and Hobbie. He seems to be responsible enough."

Izzy raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't call Tai responsible. If anything he likes to get in trouble." He smiled. "Hopefully this Wes and Hobbie will be good influences."

"Wes? A good influence? I was hoping Tai would be a good influence on him!"

Izzy and Wedge exchanged a troubled glance. "Uh-oh."

Authors Notes: -Tada! New chapter! Written almost entirely in one weekend. I have GOT to stop having these bits of inspiration late at night!

If there's one person I enjoy putting through the wringer as much as Matt, it's Izzy. (Izzy-Hey! I thought I was your muse and the subject of all your fantasies!)

A brief word… Mrlsst, the ghost Jedi and Gyr Keela belong to, you guessed it, Mike Stackpole. For the full story of what happened the last time Wedge was there go read "Star Wars: X-Wing Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair" which is a trade paper back (i.e. a comic book. Very good read) I apologise for the constant tsiing, but that was how the character was written in the original.

Next chapter will be, as suggested, Tai, T.K., Wes and Hobbie in trouble on Tatooine. *Evil grin*. For those of you who aren't familiar with Wes and Hobbie… Well one of Wes's practical jokes that backfired ended up involving a toy Ewok, as the only thing standing between his modesty and the rest of the pilots of Wraith Squadron. *Giggles*