Authors Note: - This takes place concurrently with the previous two chapters

Feona threw back the hyperspace levers and the tunnel of light around the Blue Ray faded to reveal a small system of planets. She reached further up her board and flicked a switch, bringing online the sublight engines. "Home Sweet Home," she commented.

Next to her in his position as co-pilot Doyle raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you were from Mon Cal."

Feona shrugged. "These days I don't get back enough to think of it as home." She rapped her knuckles against the nearby bulkhead. "This ship to me is home." She swivelled round in her chair to face where Joe and Sora were sitting. "Anything?"

Joe shook his head. "No ma'am. I'm not feeling anything."

"Odd." Feona turned back to her panel. "And call me Feona. I'm not that old."

Doyle flicked another switch. "Spaceport is hailing us."

Feona grabbed a headset. "Put 'em on."

Doyle listened with half an ear as Feona gave the same exchange that had been repeated at every other planet they had ever been to with minor variations. "Not sensing anything still?" he asked Joe over his shoulder.

Joe shook his head, then realised that Doyle would be unable to see it. "No s.. Doyle."

Doyle shrugged and put the Ray into a shallow dive. "Main spaceport is it?" he asked Feona as she took off the headset.

Feona nodded. "Not much traffic going through Mon Calamari since the World Crushers came." She smiled a little. "Want to take the controls for this one? I'd like to enjoy the view."

"Sure." Doyle manipulated a few more controls, altering the pitch and yaw of the craft so that it was on course for the landing zone.

Feona lent back and looked out at the blue sphere that was slowly filling the cockpit view port.

Joe's eyes snapped open.

"Hey Joe, did you know when you concentrate you look like you're smelling something real bad?" asked Gomamon.

"Nothing?" asked Feona, ignoring the digimon.

Joe shook his head. "I don't understand. Izzy said we'd be able to find them from orbit, yet here I am on the ground and I get nothing."

"Maybe Izzy made a mistake," suggested Sora. "He was under a lot of stress when he was working these out."

Joe shook his head. "I don't think so. It feels right that I'm here." He made a face. "Or it could be just gas."

Doyle slapped his forehead. "Great. How do we find a lightsabre on a planet that's mostly water? It could be anywhere!"

Feona frowned. "Izzy told me before we left that each sabre was somehow protected to make sure they wouldn't fall into the wrong hands." She closed her eyes in thought. "If it's protected then it must use something that is unique to each of you." Her eyes opened again. "Joe, what are your best skills? What are the things Jedi do that you are best at?"

Joe frowned. "Izzy found this prophesy that said I could see the future. I was working with Master Skywalker on it, but I wasn't very good. I never really saw much."

Feona frowned. "I'm not so sure about that." She got up and started to pace. "Perhaps Skywalker was blocking you."

"Why would he do that?" asked Biyomon. "He wanted the humans to serve that evil Jedi."

Feona nodded. "Yes. But Joe would've seen the death that such an act would cause." She turned to Joe and Sora. "I have no doubt that both Tai and Izzy if turned would be like angels of Death, causing destruction wherever they went."

"So," said Doyle, catching on, "If Joe had seen any of that he would've blown the whistle too soon for Exar Kun's liking."

Sora nodded. "That makes sense. So what now?"

Doyle shrugged. "We leave Joe alone and hope his has a vision."

"That's your big plan?" asked Joe, incredulous. "Lock me in a dark room and hope I see something?"

Feona nodded. "Pretty much. We don't have to leave here for another two days." She grinned evilly. "Take your time."

Feona sat on the bench looking out to sea. Even after all these years in space the ocean still called to her. She looked up as Doyle came to sit beside her.

"Still nothing?" she asked.

Doyle shook his head. "Joe says that he's getting stuff alright, he just can't find the bit we need."

"Hmm…" Feona turned back to the ocean. "Strange. After everything that's happened to me this place still feels like home." She shut her eyes and breathed in deeply, enjoying the sea breeze.

Doyle sighed. "I know the Empire did some pretty horrible things to you, but this is your home. It says so on your birth bytes."

Feona shook her head, her eyes still closed. "I didn't see it until I was four again. The Imperial Palace was my first home." She opened her eyes and met Doyle's blue-eyed gaze. "They may even have forged my entire record. Mara Jade disappeared when she was taken."

"You going to visit your parents?"

Feona sighed again. "I don't know. I only stayed with them for three years. They seem never to see me, just the child they lost."

Doyle put an arm around her shoulders. "What can it hurt? I know that if given the chance I'd like to see my family now they're gone."

Feona leaned into his shoulder. "But they don't approve. They never did. I should've married some man who was to inherit his father's company and settled down to be his wife and bare his sons."

Doyle chuckled slightly. "And instead you chose the life of adventure you live now."

Feona shrugged slightly. "I didn't choose it. It chose me. How can I be an idle housewife when I know I could be out there making a difference?"

Doyle raised an eyebrow. "You seem terribly mature for a nine year old."

"Oh, I apologise." Feona cleared her throat. "I wanna sweetie! And a pony! And a bebe doll with a matching kar! And…"

"Okay, okay." Doyle removed his arm from around her shoulders. "No more cracks about your age."

Feona grinned. "You bet. I'd like to see anyone else with my qualifications."

Doyle raised an eyebrow again. "Mara Jade?"

Feona shook her head. "He got her young enough. I don't think she remembers anything much about her family." She stood up and brushed imaginary dust off her clothes. "Right. I've made a decision, I'll go visit them."

Doyle smiled. He knew that he had pushed the right buttons for Feona. "I'll keep an eye on Sora, Biyomon and Gomamon."

Feona eyed him warily. "Try to keep him out of trouble. Scaring the spit out of those Quarren kids wasn't exactly smart."

Doyle grinned. "I think I'd have more luck stopping a supernova. Have a good time."

Feona nodded and walked off towards the nearby public transport depot. Doyle sighed and started his walk back to the ship.

What Joe saw before him most resembled his mothers knitting. A huge tangle of intertwining threads, each one affecting all those around it. Trying to find order in the chaos was impossible.

"I don't want to go to summer camp," complained Joe.

His father sighed. "Now Joe, you've worked hard this term, so I want you to enjoy yourself. Work hard and play hard."

"Yes Dad."

No good. That was the past. He needed to see the future, but every thread split into two more as they moved away from him.

Matt stood with his fists clenched. "You don't have a clue how I feel Tai. You're acting like such a jerk!"

"Who you calling a jerk, jerk?!" Tai lunged and knocked Matt over.

He tried another tread.

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.

That was closer because it had Izzy dressed in his robes, but was it the past or the future? Joe followed the thread further along.

Izzy gritted his teeth as Matt approached him.

"I want to hear you scream Izumi. I want to hear you beg me to stop." Matt continued to discharge blue lightning into the smaller boys frame.

"Never…" choked out Izzy. "I won't… give you the… satisfaction."

Matt continued to calmly and coldly pummel Izzy until the smaller boy fell limp.

No… That hasn't happened yet. I won't let it.

"Mimi!" Joe tackled Mimi as a blaster bolt flew overhead. For a moment he revelled in how close he was to her, then he got off her and helped her up. "Watch out. These guys aren't trying to stun or disable us."

I had the sabre then. Let's backtrack.

"Oh Joe," whined Gomamon, "Why can't I go for a swim?"

Joe pushed his glasses further up his nose. "Doyle told me you'd been making a nuisance of yourself and scaring the local kids."

"So?"

No sabre. Forwards then.

Sora sat on a beach enjoying the sun. She'd been so busy worrying about Matt and T.K. that it was nice to stop. The worry was still there, but for now she could at least push it to the back of her mind. She listened as the wind brought the sound of children laughing to her ears. She smiled and revelled in the sheer alienness of the local population. To her, their minds were as opaque as fog, a perfect contrast to the beautifully clear ocean lapping at the shore.

"Sora!" called Biyomon.

Sora sighed and walked over to where her digimon was perched on some rocks. "What is it Biyomon?"

The pink digimon pointed a wing out into the ocean. "He's doing it again."

Sora squinted and she could just make out Gomamon swimming after a group of Mon Cal youths. "Gomamon!"

Gomamon stopped chasing. "What?" He then seemed to realise what Sora had seen him doing. "You're taking this way out of context! I was just playing."

"Uh-huh." Sora nodded and crossed her arms. "And did they know that?"

"Well…"

"Gomamon's in trouble!" gloated Biyomon.

"I am not," retorted the seal-like digimon, swimming back to shore. "I just don't like sitting around while Joe's doing that medi thing."

"Meditation," supplied Sora. "And we have no choice. We need his lightsabre just like we need everyone else's."

Gomamon pulled himself out of the water. "Aw come on. You know the only person worse at fighting than him is Mimi."

Sora caught herself smiling. "You may be right about that." She wiped the smile from her face. "That's still not a reason to go about scaring people."

Doyle walked over to join them. "He hasn't."

"He has," supplied Biyomon.

Doyle sighed. "You're supposed to be keeping a low profile. We don't need any of Kun's friends to find out that we're here."

"Where's the fun in that?" quipped Gomamon.

Joe was having no luck. Somehow he was being blocked from seeing himself in a nearby context. So he came up with an alternative approach. If he couldn't see himself finding it, maybe he could see someone else hiding it. He followed the thread that marked the planet Mon Calamari back through time. He saw the Empire invade and take slaves from the population. Further back he saw Jedi, twenty or so working together in a group. He focused in on that time.

The Quarren laid his burden carefully on the central plinth. "I hope the one who finds this is worthy."

The human beside him smiled ruefully. "You should know better than to doubt Master Yoda." He examined the bundle carefully. "Will the waterproofing hold? The last thing we need is to ruin the future by electrocuting this child."

The Quarren laughed, his facial tentacles writhing. "Do you not think that living on this world has let us perfect the art of waterproofing?"

The human shrugged. "You have a point." He slapped his college on the shoulder. "Come, we should seal this before the locals find us."

Together outside the cavern the twenty Jedi joined hands in a barrier between the entrance and the rest of the world. Slowly the entrance faded, to be replaced with solid rock baring a familiar symbol.

Good. Now where is it? wondered Joe.

The Quarren turned to his companion. "Where are you bound now Master Jinn?"

"A world called Endor," the one which had been called Jinn replied. "I have been charged with hiding another lightsabre there."

The Quarren smiled. "And what of your Padawan Learner?"

"Young Obi-Wan waits in the lodgings we secured in the nearby village of Ch'nator. I have no doubt that he will be getting most impatient."

The Quarren smiled. "May I walk with you my friend? I should like to enjoy my homeland while I can."

Master Jinn nodded his assent. "It is a pleasant half hour walk made doubly pleasurable by your company old friend."

Joe grinned to himself. He'd found it.

Gomamon bounded up to Joe as the boy descended the ships landing ramp. "Heya Joe! Did ya see any stuff?"

Joe knelt and nodded, playfully ruffling Gomamon's Mohawk. "Yeah I saw stuff. Some important stuff."

Doyle joined them. "And would this important stuff include where your lightsabre is?"

"Yes it does." Joe stood up again. "It's about a half an hour walk from a village called Ch'nator."

"Huh." Doyle reached into his pocket and pulled out a comlink. He thumbed the activation switch. "Feona?"

"Doyle?" came her reply, sounding tinny and distorted.

"He found it," summed up Doyle.

"Right," Doyle could imagine Feona nodding as she spoke. "Be there in an hour." The comlink beeped as she broke the connection.

Doyle pocketed it again. "So now we wait for Feona to come back, then go get your lightsabre." He started to move off. "I'll go tell Sora."

"Yay!" Gomamon bounded forwards. "I can go swim some more."

Joe moved quickly and snared his partner's tail, halting Gomamon's headlong rush. "Oh no. I don't want you going."

"Oh Joe," whined Gomamon, "Why can't I go for a swim?"

Joe pushed his glasses further up his nose. "Doyle told me you'd been making a nuisance of yourself and scaring the local kids."

"So?"

Joe shook his head to get rid off the déjà vu. "Look, I don't want you to cause trouble."

Gomamon turned his most innocent expression on Joe. "I won't cause any trouble Joe, I promise."

Joe stood up as he saw Birdramon flying past. "Looks like trouble found us." Sora? What's going on?

Digimon, replied Sora, her simulated voice giving off worry. Some squid thing called Gesomon in the water. We need help, Birdramon's fire attacks are useless in the water.

I'm on it. Joe held out his digivice. "Sora's got trouble at the beach. I think maybe that swim of yours would be a good idea."

Gomamon nodded. "Gomamon digivolve to… Ikkakumon."

Joe used the Force to leap up onto Ikkakumon's back, then the large digimon started to lope down the track leading to the beach. Once at the waterfront Ikkakumon skidded to a halt, allowing Joe to drop off his back and stand beside Sora and Doyle. The digimon then lolloped on into the surf and swam towards where Birdramon was attacking Gesomon.

Doyle turned his head on its side. "You know, every time I start to think my life is crazy something else happens."

Joe watched as Ikkakumon finished off Gesomon, making the squid-like digimon dissolve in a shower of black particles. "This is business as usual for us."

Sora grinned. "Yeah. Anytime someone isn't trying to kill us is unusual."

"This is the spot."

Feona raised a sceptical eyebrow. "Seems awfully plain."

Sora shook her head. "No, see there?" She traced out a shape on the rock.

"A cross?" asked Doyle.

"My crest, reliability," supplied Joe. He walked up to the rock face. "I suppose I just touch it."

"Well what are you waiting for?" grinned Gomamon.

Joe nodded and put a hand flat against the rough surface. A silver glow spread out from his hand to cover the embossed crest, then faded leaving only a doorway. "It should be safe inside," said Joe. "When I saw them place the sabre there weren't any traps around."

"Quite possibly the sheer challenge of finding this spot was the safeguard." Feona reached into her satchel and pulled out a glowrod. "Here."

Joe flicked it on and moved into the entranceway, the others close behind him.

Inside was exactly as he had seen, except it was no longer new and spiders and other creatures had made their homes in the walls. He moved to where he knew the plinth would be, raising the glowrod so its feeble illumination would carry further. On the plinth was the same bundle as he had seen the Quarren place there. Indeed the waterproofing had held.

Joe passed the glowrod to Sora, then carefully unwrapped the bundle. Into his hand rolled the hilt of a lightsabre. It was predominantly black with silver highlights. "Wow."

"Hey," chimed in Gomamon. "Let me see!"

Joe smiled ruefully and knelt next to his partner.

"That's it? We came all this way for a stick?"

Joe sighed and stood, clipping his lightsabre onto his belt. "Now what?"

Doyle shrugged. "Best speed to Bespin?" he asked Feona, "Or is there still some stuff you want to say to your folks?"

Feona took the glowrod off Sora. "Let's get going. There's nothing for me here." She led the way out of the cave. "Oh Sithspit!"

"What?" asked Doyle. Then he saw the huge snake-like creature. "Oh hell."

"Thunder Javelin!" called out the creature, sending a wave of energy at the group. They all dived to the side as the bolt passed overhead.

"Gomamon!" called out Joe.

The small seal digimon ran to the ocean and leapt in, surfacing as Ikkakumon.

"That's MegaSeadramon," said Biyomon. "He's an Ultimate digimon."

Joe nodded. "Did you hear that Ikkakumon?"

"Just give the word Joe." Ikkakumon continued to advance on MegaSeadramon.

Under Joe's shirt his crest lit up and his digivice started to vibrate in his clenched fist.

"Ikkakumon digivolve to… Zudomon!"

MegaSeadramon's Thunder Javelin coruscated over Zudomon's horn.

"Vulcan's Hammer!" Zudomon brought his hammer down in a crushing blow to the sea dragon's head. MegaSeadramon dissolved in a spray of black dust.

"That's my digimon!" crowed Joe.

Zudomon's form glowed and contracted, leaving Bukamon zipping across the surface of the water back to Joe. "Let's get out of here before any more of Myotismon's goons show up."

Feona nodded. "Let's get going to Bespin."

Gatomon watched Gabumon as she approached, looking for any sigh that the digimon would try to escape. Carefully she set down a bowl of food in front of him.

"Look at you."

Gabumon took the bowl in his hands and sniffed the food. "At least its edible this time."

Gatomon refused to be ignored. "Look at you, all wrapped up in chains."

Gabumon looked her straight in the eye. "At least I know someone has a hold of me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gatomon bared her claws. "I could take you now Rookie."

"You could," conceded Gabumon, "But you'd still be a prisoner." He tugged at the chains holding him, not in any attempt to escape, but to remind Gatomon of there presence. "The chains that bind you are ten times as many."

"At least I'm not some human's pet," she spat back.

Gabumon shook his head sadly. "You don't understand. Matt isn't my master, he's my friend. We each complete the other."

"I need no one," claimed Gatomon.

Gabumon nodded slowly. "That may be, but that just makes you lonely for something you will never have."

"I used to think there was someone for me, but she never came." Gatomon bowed her head. "He did instead."

Gabumon nodded. "Pain instead of joy, fear instead of trust. I can imagine."

"No you can't!" Gatomon swiped out, leaving three scored marks across Gabumon's chest where her claws passed. "You can't imagine what he put me through to make me stronger. You just have a little box that beeps and hey presto you digivolve. You have no idea how the real world works. We fight and if we're not strong enough we die." She clenched her fists. "We have no one to help us or protect us. We're alone."

Gabumon patted her shoulder awkwardly. "You're not alone. You have friends. I see you talking to Wizardmon and I can see you are close."

Gatomon slapped away his hand. "You know nothing. Wizardmon and I just had to co-ordinate some things." She stalked off, her tail lashing.

Gabumon choked down about half of his food, which he decided might not have been edible after all.

"Gabumon."

Gabumon looked up. "Matt!"

Matt swayed from side to side slightly, as if blown by the wind. Gabumon could see dark circles lining his friend's eyes. "We've got work to do." He bent over Gabumon's chains and unfastened them.

"Matt…" Gabumon put a hand on Matt's shoulder, feeling the boy's tiredness. "You need to sleep."

"I can't," Matt rubbed his brow. "I have so much that needs to be done. I have to get T.K. back."

"T.K. is safe with Tai."

Matt laughed hollowly. "Kamiya couldn't keep Fort Knox safe." He voiced dropped. "Besides, I owe him."

Gabumon could see in Matt's eyes what Matt though the payment should be and he didn't like it at all. "Matt, Tai is your friend."

Matt laughed again, then stood up and shaded his eyes. "Our ride is here."

Gabumon squinted up through the sunlight to see a ship with wings placed every hundred and twenty degrees. As he watched the bottom wings folded up until they almost touched tips with the topmost wing. The ship landed and lowered a ramp.

"Come on Gabumon," said Matt. "My instrument of retaliation waits on Hoth."

Authors Notes: - Not quite so long this time but that's cause I don't really get on with writing for Joe.

Next chapter should be Mimi and Izzy again.

Guest appearance by my favourite Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.

*Wave hand like Liam Neeson* You will review this fic.

Check out http://www.orangeandpurple.btinternet.co.uk/jedimain.htm where some absolutely fabulous artwork by Pinali resides, showing what the Jedi-Destined look like.