The Past Returns
Chapter Five
-Family Visit -
Journal Entry 8: "He didn't miss me! I couldn't believe it! He wanted me dead! After all I had done for him! I hated him! I would find a way to get back at that spineless jerk. Damon would pay. He would pay dearly for what he had done to me. I would make sure of that."
Ben headed to Earth. When he had first come to Coruscant with Tahiri, he had memorized the flight coordinates so that he could return to Earth. He landed in the woods, a few miles from his home. He got out of his ship and punched in a series of numbers on his wrist-band com-link. The ship disappeared under a cloaking shield. He headed towards his house.
Twenty minutes later, when he reached his house, he looked around, seeing if they were home. His uncle's Cadillac was parked in the driveway so he knew they had to be home. He pulled back his hood, letting it rest on his shoulders. Then he walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. His aunt answered the door and she nearly slammed the door in his face, but he stuck his foot in the doorway, preventing her from closing the door. He knew he looked menacing in thehis black tunic and the scars on his face didn't help, but it wasn't something that he could control. "Aunt Bet, don't you remember me?" he asked. She looked confused. "It's me, Ben Kenobi. I've come back, just like I promised."
She pulled in a sharp gasp. "Is it really you?"
"Yes," he said, trying to smile.
She pulled him into a hug. "You look so different. So changed. I've missed you Ben." He hugged her back and then pulled away. "How did you hurt your face like that?"
"Many battles." Ben managed a smile. "How have to been doing?"
His aunt sighed but then she smiled. "We're fine, even better now that you decided to come home. Did you become a Jedi?"
"Not exactly. I've become something much better."
She nodded and turned to face into the house. "Michael!" she yelled. She turned back to him. "Your uncle is coming."
Soon his uncle appeared behind Aunt Bet. "What's the matter?" he asked, looking at my aunt. Then he finally looked at Ben. "What have you done to her?"
"Michael, its Ben. He's come back to us," Ben's aunt said softly, putting a hand on his arm. As Ben looked at her, he realized how frail she had become. He looked back at his uncle.
"Ben?" he asked.
Ben motioned to himself. "Do I really look that different?" he asked.
"You've changed," his uncle said. "A lot."
"It doesn't take a womp rat to figure that out. Now are you just going to stand there holding open the door, or are you going to invite me in?" Ben asked.
"Oh, of course," his aunt said quickly.
Ben stepped inside as they moved into the house. His uncle closed the door.
Ben sat down on the couch, his cape piled around him. His aunt and uncle sat in chairs across from Ben. "Are you going to stay?" his uncle asked.
"No, I've got a mission to do after this and I plan to see it through. And to do that, I can't stay long."
"And what's that?" his uncle asked.
"Classified," Ben said curtly.
"Are you a Jedi?" he asked.
"No."
"Then what are you?"
"A Sith."
"I thought you always wanted to be a Jedi," his aunt said.
"Did. Now I know better." Ben stood.
"Please don't leave, Ben," his aunt pleaded.
"I'm sorry. I already told you I can't stay. I just wanted to come back really quick to make sure you were okay. And I've done that. Now I've got to go." Ben headed towards the door. His uncle grabbed Ben's arm. Ben glared at him and tried to twist his arm out of his grip. "You don't want to do that."
"I'm not letting you leave."
"Mike -" his aunt began.
He glanced at her. "No," his uncle forcibly, cutting her off, looking Ben in the eyes. "Your place is here with us."
Ben finally wrenched his arm out of his grasp. "My place is with Darth Sidious, my master. With the Sith, not the Jedi and definitely not here," Ben said angrily, my green eyes flashing. As he moved to leave, his uncle locked the door. Ben glared at him, his hatred growing. The dark side boiled up inside him. "I hate you," he whispered between clenched teeth. "And I wish you'd just die and leave me and my aunt alone!"
His uncle slapped Ben across the face. Ben staggered back from the force of his blow, startled more then stunned. Ben thought about what he had just said, about Palpatine and that. He knew he was too far gone in the dark side. He hadn't given in totally so he still had a chance to return to the light. But the thing was; he didn't really want to. He was content at where he was and the power he wielded.
His uncle grabbed Ben's arm as he reached to unlock the door. Ben looked at his hand and then at him. "Get your hand off of me," Ben snapped.
"You're not leaving this house. I am your legal guardian and . . ."
Ben blotted out the rest of his words as he rambled on about how he was Ben's guardian and he had to stay here because of that and so on. Ben stood there, calmly, watching his uncle's face grow redder and redder. Ben shook his hand off and headed to the back door. His uncle grabbed Ben around the shoulders and spun Ben around. Using the Force, Ben shoved him backwards with his mind. His uncle slammed into a table and laid there, stunned.
Ben ran out the door and then stopped looking back. Ben didn't know why, but he took off his lightsaber and set it on the ground. His uncle began yelling at Ben and he saw, out of the corner of his eye, his aunt step up behind his uncle and put a hand on his shoulder. Ben watched as he slapped her and she staggered back, hitting the wall. Ben clenched his hands into fists and lunged at his uncle.
Within minutes his uncle was sitting on the floor, in a daze. Ben helped his aunt up. "How did you learn to move like that?" she asked.
"Training." Ben put his black gloved hands on her shoulders. "Aunt Bet, you've always been kind to me and always been there when I needed it. Thank you. I'll never forget you." With that, he hugged her. She seemed so small and frail to him. Ben pulled back and saw that she had tears in her eyes. He turned and ran back outside, his cape swirling around him as he ran. Using the Force, he called his lightsaber to him and returned it to his belt.
* * *
Damon set his ship down in a clearing and using the tracker he had placed on Ben's ship, he followed the red beacon to Ben's ship. The clearing looked empty, but Damon punched in a code and Ben's ship appeared. Damon had a pilot with him to take Ben's ship to Coruscant. Damon nodded to the pilot and the pilot went to Ben's ship and, using a code, he opened the hatch and went inside. The hatch closed and the ship lifted off. Damon put the tracker back into his pocket.
Damon went to Ben's house and watched from the woods as Ben lunged at his uncle. Then he saw Ben leave and head into the woods. Damon ran back to the clearing, and waited in the shadows of the trees. Soon he saw Ben run into the clearing. He saw Ben's look of confusement as he tried to uncloak his ship but, much to his dismay, his ship wasn't there. Damon stepped into the light that was filtered down through the trees and Ben turned towards him, his green eyes flaring with anger. Damon was a little taken back by the anger that Ben emitted. "You," Ben hissed.
"Ben, don't run. Please, just listen to me."
"I don't have time to waste on you, Jedi."
Damon ignored Ben and continued to talk. "We can still save you. With Yoda's help, we can help you begin your healing. You can return to the light side. Throw away the dark side and join us."
"What is the dark side? Is there really such a thing? From what I've heard, the dark side seems to be anything that disagrees with the hide- bound, divisive, every-tree-and-bush-is-sacred teachings that shackled the Jedi gifts like an iron chain. Just because I'm learning things a little differently and easier at that, you want to stop me? You have your ideals, and I have mine."
"Ben, come on. Come with me."
"No way."
"You don't know -"
"What I'm doing?" Ben finished. "I know perfectly what I am doing and it's what I want. You have always had your way on everything and now it's my turn to do things my way. You disagree with my ideas so you're trying to prevent me from achieving my goals."
Damon's eyes widened in shock. He would never even think to do such a thing. Even though Ben was making the wrong decisions, Damon would never hold Ben down from what he wanted. "The dark side is controlling you. Remember when we were little, that one time that kid was picking on you and I beat him up?"
"I remember. I remember that you thought I was so helpless and stupid that I couldn't take care of myself."
Damon's jaw dropped open. How could Ben say that? "No, Ben. You're twisting things around!"
"Oh, so now you're yelling at me?! You're not my father. You can't tell me what to do. You're always lecturing me! Do this, do that! Well, what if I don't want to? What if I want to do what I want to do?" Ben looked around. "Where is my ship?"
"It's not here. The only way off Earth is with me." Ben didn't say anything. "I saw what happened at your house." Damon said, his voice softer. "With your uncle. You're slipping further and further down the dark path and -"
"What were you doing? Spying on me?! I thought we were friends. Oh yeah, I forgot, you don't care about me anymore. You wanted me dead so that you could go prancing around in your Jedi costume, acting all good and that."
Damon couldn't believe, wouldn't believe that this was his best friend talking. The Ben he knew would have never had said things like that. What had happened to the Ben he once knew? Damon closed his eyes, using a Jedi calming technique and realized what had happened. Ben had gone over to the dark side. But like Darth Vader, maybe Ben still had a chance to come back. Maybe, if Damon tried hard enough, he could bring Ben back around. He opened his eyes.
"Ben, you know I was only worried about you. That's why I followed you," Damon said softly.
"Followed me?! Am I your dog or something?! I have my own life! Why can't you just accept that?!"
"I accept that you can make your own decisions and that you have your own life. What I don't accept is your way of going about making a life. You're choosing the wrong path and I'm afraid -"
"Just shut up! All my life it was Damon this, Damon that. You always got everything. You always had to be better; had to show me up so that I'd feel inferior." Damon began to protest but Ben held his hand up. "And now that I've finally excelled in something and become better than you in that something, you want to take it away from me? I don't believe this." Ben shook his head.
"Please Ben; don't let our friendship break up over this."
"What friendship? We never had one. You were just another person looking over my shoulder and telling me what to do."
"Ben."
Ben closed my eyes, shaking his head again. A few moments passed in silence.
"Fine. Let's go," Ben said finally, not opening his eyes. Damon stepped forward and put a hand on Ben's shoulder. Ben jerked away, opening his eyes, like he had been burned. Damon dropped his hand, looking at Ben. He had changed so much. "Don't touch me," he said coldly Tears welled up in Damon's eyes. This wasn't right. Ben wasn't himself. Damon refused to give up. He wasn't about to let Ben fall totally into the dark side. Not while he still lived. "Don't start the water works. We don't need a flood."
Damon looked down and then turned away and walked back into the woods. Damon heard footsteps as Ben followed him to Damon's ship. They boarded and took off.
When they got to Coruscant, Damon watched as Ben fled, opening the hatch and leaping out the door. Damon moved to go after him but sat back down. Ben probably needed time to think. As did Damon. Damon knew he was the only one that could have a slight chance to save Ben and he wasn't going to give up. He cared about Ben too much, even though Ben was acting so cruel.
Then Damon stood and pulled out the tracking device. He had put a small tracker on Ben's lightsaber so that Damon would know where Ben was. Damon was worried about Ben and he was going to do anything necessary to help him. Damon took a speeder and followed the trail. It led him down into the lower levels of Coruscant. When he got to the building where the beacon had led him, he jumped off and ran inside the building. He found the tracker on a pile of rubble. Ben had found it. Damon didn't know how, but Ben had somehow discovered it. Damon left the building, his head hanging. Then he looked up at the sky. Wherever Ben was, Damon vowed to save him, and do whatever it took to do it.
* * *
A few months later, Damon sat in the Temple's vast library in one of the soft chairs, thinking. About a month ago, Tahl and her apprentice, Chanee, had returned from a mission on a world called Tynna. They had resolved the issue between the city people and the miners but they had run into an unexpected obstacle. A man in black, using dark Force powers, had nearly killed the manager of the mines, Marnen. Marnen had survived, thanks to Tahl and Chanee. The man in black had escaped. Damon had read over the histories collected in the library and he felt sure that this man had been a Sith. But the problem with his deduction was that the Sith were said to be extinct. In the past year, a few isolated problems had occurred with Sith sects in various parts of the galaxy, but nothing that the Jedi couldn't handle. Who could this man be? That was the question that had been bugging Damon for the entire month. Then a thought hit him. Could it have been Ben? Damon looked down at the floor. If it was, then Ben was in much more trouble than Damon had originally thought.
"Thinking too much again, I see," a voice said laughingly. Damon snapped out of thoughts to see Yenasta, his wife. He had met her on a planet called Soria one year ago. The Sorians were tall, blond haired and blue eyed and many of them were gifted with the Force. Her planet had been at war and Damon had been on a mission to try to help. Yenasta's family had been killed, except for her father. Yenasta hadn't that much Force- potential but she was very gifted at keeping records, so when Damon had brought her back with him after her family had been killed, the temple had agreed to let her stay at the Temple and help in the library and archives. Soon after, he had fallen in love with her and then married her. She had been previously married to a man named Cliegg Lars and a boy had been born named Owen a few years ago. Damon had still not met him, but he had his own son due in a few months. Yenasta and Damon had already planned his name, Obi-Wan.
Damon looked at Yenasta and smiled. She sat down heavily in the chair next to Damon, her hand on her stomach. "I think you need more breaks," Damon said.
Yenasta smiled. "Like you don't?"
Damon laughed. She had him there. "How are you doing?"
"Better, when Obi-Wan's not kicking. What were you thinking about?"
"The mission on Tynna."
"Oh," Yenasta said knowingly. "Did you figure anything else out about the man that Tahl and Chanee encountered?"
"My mind says that it was one of the people from a Sith sect, but my heart tells me that it was Ben."
"Trust your heart and your instincts. From what you've told me, Ben had been delving into the dark side. It could very well have been him. If so, then someone had to have trained him. That is the confusing part, am I correct?"
Damon smiled. "As always. I -" Damon stopped as he noticed Master Windu standing a little ways a way from them. Master Windu looked at Damon and with a small nod, Damon rose. He looked at his wife. "Master Windu is here. I think he wishes to speak with me. I will be right back." Yenasta nodded and Damon walked over to Master Windu. "Yes ,Master?"
"I have some news for you that may change a lot of things," Mace Windu said, getting straight to the point. Damon nodded. "We recently found out more about your past and we came across something that we thought that you should know." Mace paused.
"What is it, Master?"
"You have a brother."
Chapter Five
-Family Visit -
Journal Entry 8: "He didn't miss me! I couldn't believe it! He wanted me dead! After all I had done for him! I hated him! I would find a way to get back at that spineless jerk. Damon would pay. He would pay dearly for what he had done to me. I would make sure of that."
Ben headed to Earth. When he had first come to Coruscant with Tahiri, he had memorized the flight coordinates so that he could return to Earth. He landed in the woods, a few miles from his home. He got out of his ship and punched in a series of numbers on his wrist-band com-link. The ship disappeared under a cloaking shield. He headed towards his house.
Twenty minutes later, when he reached his house, he looked around, seeing if they were home. His uncle's Cadillac was parked in the driveway so he knew they had to be home. He pulled back his hood, letting it rest on his shoulders. Then he walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. His aunt answered the door and she nearly slammed the door in his face, but he stuck his foot in the doorway, preventing her from closing the door. He knew he looked menacing in thehis black tunic and the scars on his face didn't help, but it wasn't something that he could control. "Aunt Bet, don't you remember me?" he asked. She looked confused. "It's me, Ben Kenobi. I've come back, just like I promised."
She pulled in a sharp gasp. "Is it really you?"
"Yes," he said, trying to smile.
She pulled him into a hug. "You look so different. So changed. I've missed you Ben." He hugged her back and then pulled away. "How did you hurt your face like that?"
"Many battles." Ben managed a smile. "How have to been doing?"
His aunt sighed but then she smiled. "We're fine, even better now that you decided to come home. Did you become a Jedi?"
"Not exactly. I've become something much better."
She nodded and turned to face into the house. "Michael!" she yelled. She turned back to him. "Your uncle is coming."
Soon his uncle appeared behind Aunt Bet. "What's the matter?" he asked, looking at my aunt. Then he finally looked at Ben. "What have you done to her?"
"Michael, its Ben. He's come back to us," Ben's aunt said softly, putting a hand on his arm. As Ben looked at her, he realized how frail she had become. He looked back at his uncle.
"Ben?" he asked.
Ben motioned to himself. "Do I really look that different?" he asked.
"You've changed," his uncle said. "A lot."
"It doesn't take a womp rat to figure that out. Now are you just going to stand there holding open the door, or are you going to invite me in?" Ben asked.
"Oh, of course," his aunt said quickly.
Ben stepped inside as they moved into the house. His uncle closed the door.
Ben sat down on the couch, his cape piled around him. His aunt and uncle sat in chairs across from Ben. "Are you going to stay?" his uncle asked.
"No, I've got a mission to do after this and I plan to see it through. And to do that, I can't stay long."
"And what's that?" his uncle asked.
"Classified," Ben said curtly.
"Are you a Jedi?" he asked.
"No."
"Then what are you?"
"A Sith."
"I thought you always wanted to be a Jedi," his aunt said.
"Did. Now I know better." Ben stood.
"Please don't leave, Ben," his aunt pleaded.
"I'm sorry. I already told you I can't stay. I just wanted to come back really quick to make sure you were okay. And I've done that. Now I've got to go." Ben headed towards the door. His uncle grabbed Ben's arm. Ben glared at him and tried to twist his arm out of his grip. "You don't want to do that."
"I'm not letting you leave."
"Mike -" his aunt began.
He glanced at her. "No," his uncle forcibly, cutting her off, looking Ben in the eyes. "Your place is here with us."
Ben finally wrenched his arm out of his grasp. "My place is with Darth Sidious, my master. With the Sith, not the Jedi and definitely not here," Ben said angrily, my green eyes flashing. As he moved to leave, his uncle locked the door. Ben glared at him, his hatred growing. The dark side boiled up inside him. "I hate you," he whispered between clenched teeth. "And I wish you'd just die and leave me and my aunt alone!"
His uncle slapped Ben across the face. Ben staggered back from the force of his blow, startled more then stunned. Ben thought about what he had just said, about Palpatine and that. He knew he was too far gone in the dark side. He hadn't given in totally so he still had a chance to return to the light. But the thing was; he didn't really want to. He was content at where he was and the power he wielded.
His uncle grabbed Ben's arm as he reached to unlock the door. Ben looked at his hand and then at him. "Get your hand off of me," Ben snapped.
"You're not leaving this house. I am your legal guardian and . . ."
Ben blotted out the rest of his words as he rambled on about how he was Ben's guardian and he had to stay here because of that and so on. Ben stood there, calmly, watching his uncle's face grow redder and redder. Ben shook his hand off and headed to the back door. His uncle grabbed Ben around the shoulders and spun Ben around. Using the Force, Ben shoved him backwards with his mind. His uncle slammed into a table and laid there, stunned.
Ben ran out the door and then stopped looking back. Ben didn't know why, but he took off his lightsaber and set it on the ground. His uncle began yelling at Ben and he saw, out of the corner of his eye, his aunt step up behind his uncle and put a hand on his shoulder. Ben watched as he slapped her and she staggered back, hitting the wall. Ben clenched his hands into fists and lunged at his uncle.
Within minutes his uncle was sitting on the floor, in a daze. Ben helped his aunt up. "How did you learn to move like that?" she asked.
"Training." Ben put his black gloved hands on her shoulders. "Aunt Bet, you've always been kind to me and always been there when I needed it. Thank you. I'll never forget you." With that, he hugged her. She seemed so small and frail to him. Ben pulled back and saw that she had tears in her eyes. He turned and ran back outside, his cape swirling around him as he ran. Using the Force, he called his lightsaber to him and returned it to his belt.
* * *
Damon set his ship down in a clearing and using the tracker he had placed on Ben's ship, he followed the red beacon to Ben's ship. The clearing looked empty, but Damon punched in a code and Ben's ship appeared. Damon had a pilot with him to take Ben's ship to Coruscant. Damon nodded to the pilot and the pilot went to Ben's ship and, using a code, he opened the hatch and went inside. The hatch closed and the ship lifted off. Damon put the tracker back into his pocket.
Damon went to Ben's house and watched from the woods as Ben lunged at his uncle. Then he saw Ben leave and head into the woods. Damon ran back to the clearing, and waited in the shadows of the trees. Soon he saw Ben run into the clearing. He saw Ben's look of confusement as he tried to uncloak his ship but, much to his dismay, his ship wasn't there. Damon stepped into the light that was filtered down through the trees and Ben turned towards him, his green eyes flaring with anger. Damon was a little taken back by the anger that Ben emitted. "You," Ben hissed.
"Ben, don't run. Please, just listen to me."
"I don't have time to waste on you, Jedi."
Damon ignored Ben and continued to talk. "We can still save you. With Yoda's help, we can help you begin your healing. You can return to the light side. Throw away the dark side and join us."
"What is the dark side? Is there really such a thing? From what I've heard, the dark side seems to be anything that disagrees with the hide- bound, divisive, every-tree-and-bush-is-sacred teachings that shackled the Jedi gifts like an iron chain. Just because I'm learning things a little differently and easier at that, you want to stop me? You have your ideals, and I have mine."
"Ben, come on. Come with me."
"No way."
"You don't know -"
"What I'm doing?" Ben finished. "I know perfectly what I am doing and it's what I want. You have always had your way on everything and now it's my turn to do things my way. You disagree with my ideas so you're trying to prevent me from achieving my goals."
Damon's eyes widened in shock. He would never even think to do such a thing. Even though Ben was making the wrong decisions, Damon would never hold Ben down from what he wanted. "The dark side is controlling you. Remember when we were little, that one time that kid was picking on you and I beat him up?"
"I remember. I remember that you thought I was so helpless and stupid that I couldn't take care of myself."
Damon's jaw dropped open. How could Ben say that? "No, Ben. You're twisting things around!"
"Oh, so now you're yelling at me?! You're not my father. You can't tell me what to do. You're always lecturing me! Do this, do that! Well, what if I don't want to? What if I want to do what I want to do?" Ben looked around. "Where is my ship?"
"It's not here. The only way off Earth is with me." Ben didn't say anything. "I saw what happened at your house." Damon said, his voice softer. "With your uncle. You're slipping further and further down the dark path and -"
"What were you doing? Spying on me?! I thought we were friends. Oh yeah, I forgot, you don't care about me anymore. You wanted me dead so that you could go prancing around in your Jedi costume, acting all good and that."
Damon couldn't believe, wouldn't believe that this was his best friend talking. The Ben he knew would have never had said things like that. What had happened to the Ben he once knew? Damon closed his eyes, using a Jedi calming technique and realized what had happened. Ben had gone over to the dark side. But like Darth Vader, maybe Ben still had a chance to come back. Maybe, if Damon tried hard enough, he could bring Ben back around. He opened his eyes.
"Ben, you know I was only worried about you. That's why I followed you," Damon said softly.
"Followed me?! Am I your dog or something?! I have my own life! Why can't you just accept that?!"
"I accept that you can make your own decisions and that you have your own life. What I don't accept is your way of going about making a life. You're choosing the wrong path and I'm afraid -"
"Just shut up! All my life it was Damon this, Damon that. You always got everything. You always had to be better; had to show me up so that I'd feel inferior." Damon began to protest but Ben held his hand up. "And now that I've finally excelled in something and become better than you in that something, you want to take it away from me? I don't believe this." Ben shook his head.
"Please Ben; don't let our friendship break up over this."
"What friendship? We never had one. You were just another person looking over my shoulder and telling me what to do."
"Ben."
Ben closed my eyes, shaking his head again. A few moments passed in silence.
"Fine. Let's go," Ben said finally, not opening his eyes. Damon stepped forward and put a hand on Ben's shoulder. Ben jerked away, opening his eyes, like he had been burned. Damon dropped his hand, looking at Ben. He had changed so much. "Don't touch me," he said coldly Tears welled up in Damon's eyes. This wasn't right. Ben wasn't himself. Damon refused to give up. He wasn't about to let Ben fall totally into the dark side. Not while he still lived. "Don't start the water works. We don't need a flood."
Damon looked down and then turned away and walked back into the woods. Damon heard footsteps as Ben followed him to Damon's ship. They boarded and took off.
When they got to Coruscant, Damon watched as Ben fled, opening the hatch and leaping out the door. Damon moved to go after him but sat back down. Ben probably needed time to think. As did Damon. Damon knew he was the only one that could have a slight chance to save Ben and he wasn't going to give up. He cared about Ben too much, even though Ben was acting so cruel.
Then Damon stood and pulled out the tracking device. He had put a small tracker on Ben's lightsaber so that Damon would know where Ben was. Damon was worried about Ben and he was going to do anything necessary to help him. Damon took a speeder and followed the trail. It led him down into the lower levels of Coruscant. When he got to the building where the beacon had led him, he jumped off and ran inside the building. He found the tracker on a pile of rubble. Ben had found it. Damon didn't know how, but Ben had somehow discovered it. Damon left the building, his head hanging. Then he looked up at the sky. Wherever Ben was, Damon vowed to save him, and do whatever it took to do it.
* * *
A few months later, Damon sat in the Temple's vast library in one of the soft chairs, thinking. About a month ago, Tahl and her apprentice, Chanee, had returned from a mission on a world called Tynna. They had resolved the issue between the city people and the miners but they had run into an unexpected obstacle. A man in black, using dark Force powers, had nearly killed the manager of the mines, Marnen. Marnen had survived, thanks to Tahl and Chanee. The man in black had escaped. Damon had read over the histories collected in the library and he felt sure that this man had been a Sith. But the problem with his deduction was that the Sith were said to be extinct. In the past year, a few isolated problems had occurred with Sith sects in various parts of the galaxy, but nothing that the Jedi couldn't handle. Who could this man be? That was the question that had been bugging Damon for the entire month. Then a thought hit him. Could it have been Ben? Damon looked down at the floor. If it was, then Ben was in much more trouble than Damon had originally thought.
"Thinking too much again, I see," a voice said laughingly. Damon snapped out of thoughts to see Yenasta, his wife. He had met her on a planet called Soria one year ago. The Sorians were tall, blond haired and blue eyed and many of them were gifted with the Force. Her planet had been at war and Damon had been on a mission to try to help. Yenasta's family had been killed, except for her father. Yenasta hadn't that much Force- potential but she was very gifted at keeping records, so when Damon had brought her back with him after her family had been killed, the temple had agreed to let her stay at the Temple and help in the library and archives. Soon after, he had fallen in love with her and then married her. She had been previously married to a man named Cliegg Lars and a boy had been born named Owen a few years ago. Damon had still not met him, but he had his own son due in a few months. Yenasta and Damon had already planned his name, Obi-Wan.
Damon looked at Yenasta and smiled. She sat down heavily in the chair next to Damon, her hand on her stomach. "I think you need more breaks," Damon said.
Yenasta smiled. "Like you don't?"
Damon laughed. She had him there. "How are you doing?"
"Better, when Obi-Wan's not kicking. What were you thinking about?"
"The mission on Tynna."
"Oh," Yenasta said knowingly. "Did you figure anything else out about the man that Tahl and Chanee encountered?"
"My mind says that it was one of the people from a Sith sect, but my heart tells me that it was Ben."
"Trust your heart and your instincts. From what you've told me, Ben had been delving into the dark side. It could very well have been him. If so, then someone had to have trained him. That is the confusing part, am I correct?"
Damon smiled. "As always. I -" Damon stopped as he noticed Master Windu standing a little ways a way from them. Master Windu looked at Damon and with a small nod, Damon rose. He looked at his wife. "Master Windu is here. I think he wishes to speak with me. I will be right back." Yenasta nodded and Damon walked over to Master Windu. "Yes ,Master?"
"I have some news for you that may change a lot of things," Mace Windu said, getting straight to the point. Damon nodded. "We recently found out more about your past and we came across something that we thought that you should know." Mace paused.
"What is it, Master?"
"You have a brother."