Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or anything of the sort. I do own Jon though.

This has been a really fun story to write, I hope you all enjoy some of the epic battle scenes coming up!

Jon woke up, or at least he thought he had woken up until he got a look at the setting he was in a room of endless white. He was lying on the ground, or what he felt was the ground. His chest pain was gone, he felt fine. He felt more than fine he felt great! Once he got up he saw that he was wearing white pants and a white colored shirt.

"Geeze a little overkill on the white!" he laughed out loud. He turned around and smacked right into somebody. "Heh, I'm sorry didn't see you there it's like you just appeared right behind me!"

"I did just appear behind you." the man stated with a smile. He was a fairly old man probably in his seventies or so dressed in brown robes and carried a lightsaber like Jon did. He felt something eerie about him. Jon wanted his lightsaber close to him but he didn't even have it hooked to his belt. He didn't even have a belt, his clothes fit him perfectly which seemed rather odd to him.

"What do you want from me old man?" Jon asked.

"I want to talk, you're about to make a decision that could affect the lives of all Sand People. You could end up killing thousands of Sand People warriors. Why do you make such a rash call?"

"Do not banter about my decision; it is also the Tusken's decision as a whole! We will eradicate the settlers and the farmers, pillage the cites and burn them to ashes, and reclaim Tatooine. We will make it ours again, and kill anyone who stands in our way of victory!" Jon began to get upset.

"You say that with such anger and malice, those are the ways of the dark side."

"You know what that's exactly what Luke said to me! And I'm sick of it! What of the dark side? How would you know of it? Unless you're-" Then it hit him. "Your name is Ben isn't it? Tuskens have talked about you, well whispers of you for the most part. Why do you insist to talking to me? Where am I?"

"First of all yes my name is Ben Kenobi. Second of all I insist on talking to you because your about to make a call that is completely out of your abilities to handle. You have provoked the New Republic into taking action against you! They are more than ready to handle any onslaught you can ensue upon them! You've created quite a hole for yourself Jon." Ben said

"The New Republics armies would've come anyway even if I had not met Skywalker, they would've heard of the trouble it was inevitable!"

"Maybe it was inevitable, or maybe it was meant to be."

"What are you saying old man, and where am I?"

"You are dreaming the Tuskens are working on your body as we speak. You got into quite a match with that rancor; the encounter broke your ribs and left you internally bleeding. You're lucky you had the force."

"So I'm asleep?"

"More or less, yes you are, it appears they're ready to wake you up, be ready for a jolt."

"Wait your going to leave?"

"I am going to I have nothing left to say."

"But wait I have more quest-" but it was too late a droid had begun to give Jon a jolt of electricity. He immediately woke up, he notice it wasn't hard to breathe any more and his side didn't hurt. He was still weak from the anesthetic he couldn't move anything; he couldn't even turn his head or lift it. The Tuskens moved him to another room, possibly a recovery room. The Tusken who operated on him told him what was wrong. But Jon fell back asleep and didn't hear anything the Tusken had to say about him.

Jon finally woke up three hours after he passed out to find that he was on a small cot with only boxers on. He sat up and just looked around the room. His Tusken robes were in a box on the floor. Jon got up off his cot and opened the box, then put his robes on. He didn't bother with the mask. He found his lightsaber and the Krayt Dragon Pearl in the box as well. He hooked the lightsaber on his belt. He then opened the door and walked outside; waiting for him was the Master Chieftain. Jon noticed immediately that he spoke Galactic Basic.

"I have been waiting for you to awake, I have heard of the Sand People rallying together to stop the farmers and settlers."

"Are you going to join the fight, you'd be a powerful ally against them."

"I don't know if I would join. What would be in it for me?"

"I could tell you if you showed me what you have that could serve the Tusken cause."

"Hmm, sure why not we have excellent military supplies and very well trained troops just waiting for somebody to lead them to victory." Jon and the Master Chieftain walked quite a long distance to get to the training grounds. The Master Chieftain stopped in a room with a wide glass window protected by sheet metal.

"Feast your eyes on the wonder of my grand army!" The Master Chieftain pressed a button near the window. The sheet metal lifted and Jon's eyes widened. What he saw below were rows upon rows of robed Tuskens marching in formations. He also saw some on Bantha's with heavy anti infantry laser cannons fixed to them. He also saw some inactive AT-PT's and AT-ST's

"How did you get those mechs?" Jon asked.

"An Imperial Officer asked me to hold them for him but he never came back for them now their mine."

"He just GAVE them to you?!"

"No I think he was trying to hide them, he might've been wanted by the New Republic for war crimes. They're small in number but still deadly. I hope my numbers of infantry will suffice?"

"Can you give me approximates?" Jon asked

"Six hundred thousand two hundred and seventy two Tusken Warriors ready to be commanded. Eight AT-PT's, six AT-ST's, four AT-AA's with shielding, and four AT-AT's. Eight hundred Bantha's with heavy anti infantry laser cannons. Shall I have them march out immediately?"

"What about your elites?" Jon asked

"They're numbers are small but we have about nine hundred will it suffice?"

"It shall." Jon said with a smile.

"I expect payment what do you have that would be of value to me?"

"I have a good sized Krayt Dragon Pearl will that be enough?"

"Hmm let me see, this would sell for at least a few million credits on the open market or maybe more. Yes that will do, all of my units are at your disposal Jon good luck!"

"We will ride out immediately, set up all your walkers we ride in a few hours." The Master Chieftain set up a Bantha for Jon to ride. The gates of the Forbidden City opened and thousands upon thousands of Tuskens riding Bantha's flooded out, soon to follow were the walkers with the gigantic AT-AT's riding behind. The Tuskens didn't take the long way through the high cliff's they took a much safer route.

Jon knew of the trials ahead, war would be upon him soon and every tusken was counting on him to lead them to victory...