Chapter 4-Jedi In A Uniform

Part 1

Haven Day 2
Haven was a tiny planet on the furthest outskirts of the Corporate Sector. It was an agri-based planet, unaffiliated to any organization and beholden to none. An electoral council, which was elected every 3 years, ruled it and no representative could be nominated by election more then 3 times in a row. Every citizen born on Haven and any offworlder who had resided here for more then 5 years, and was over the age of 16 could vote.

The humid southern hemisphere, its landmass riddled with rivers and countless tributaries provided the ideal place to grow many types of grain and flax. Fish farming was outspread and the teeming marine life was a main source of food for the mainly human and the indigenous Rrala population

The equator was a tropical paradise formed by a long chain of disjointed islands with dormant volcanoes. Here, the settler species was more varied with many offworlders. The variation increased, as it grew closer to The City. Haven had only one huge, sprawling city dotted with all four of its spaceports. The City had expanded over various islands until it could only be called a city in the vaguest of senses. It had the usual amount of nightlife, hotels, apartments, gigantic technological monstrosities, all of which could be found nowhere else on Haven. More importantly, the Council building was here. Along with a municipal court. This was the extent of Haven's concession to the required level of technology.

The landmass in the northern hemisphere was separated from the middle by sea and a never-ending strip of mountain ranges. Beyond that, were rolling fields as far as the eye could see, occasionally separated by patches of jungle terrain. Here, nomadic herders and ranchers raised genetically engineered nerf and two types of native beasts. The first was a stocky four-legged creature, the Youks which the Rralas rode and, which was eaten and milked. The second was a sleek aquiline creature, which was fast and raced in the Annual Mastide, called the Firenze.

One of these Firenze ranches was home to Jenak Katarn (A/N: hehehe, recognize the name?). He had just finished taking out five of the newest geldings on their rounds with his twin Jenia. They both cleaned the tack and started down the track back home. As they reached the door, someone cursed rather fluently in Rrala.

Jenak jerked back in surprise and looked at his sister, eyes wide. "Wow, I've never heard Da lose his temper this bad before!" Jenia exclaimed. The twins located their parents through the Force and hurried to the kitchen.

Jenak's eyes grew wide as he saw his father holding a datapad. A datapad! He had always known that da still had one of course, but ranchers had little use for technology and on the rare occasion that da had taken Jenak and his 4 siblings to the city, he had not even seen such a new model.

Kyle stopped cursing when he spotted his oldest son enter the room. "Jenak, Jenia", he barked.

"Yea, da?" they asked simultaneously.

"Find your siblings and start packing all your belongings. We're going on a long trip, off world. Meet me in the hall in 3 hours. We leave in the morning", he ordered.

"Okay, da. But what about the ranch?" the 16-year old asked.

Kyle considered the question. "We'll get someone to baby-sit it", he growled as his children left the room.

Jan studied her husband. "Hey, don't look so serious Katarn. It'll be like old times, you and me", she tried soothing him.

"And a dangerous mission!" the irate man retorted.

"Now you listen to me Katarn, we've had 17 years of peace and it's not the NR's fault these..er...Yuuzhan, Vong creatures decided to invade! And we're going to help our friends", the diminutive, seemingly domesticated woman of minutes ago was gone, replaced by a fiery impassioned woman.

"Alright, Jan. I guess you're right. It's just been so long and they have no right to call us in like this, threatening us with mutiny!" Kyle said, enraged over the letter. No, Kyle, you're angry that you life here has ended and you know it. You've kept the kids sheltered from the outside world for so long, even training them yourself instead of sending them to Skywalker's academy. All these years, cut off. All for nothing, now. Damn those aliens, damn. They'd pay, he vowed, and to hell with the darkside.