A New Generation
PROLOUGE: It was cold. Of course, it was always cold on Hoth. A Yuuzahn Vong passed by the frozen form of his comrade. Aarma was appalled at the sight of the abandonment of a friend's dead body. Aarma walked over to the body, picked it up, and carried it to the burial site on the New Republic outpost on Hoth. It was a little discomforting, but the war had only ended two years ago so Aarma was getting used to it. "This is no place for a kid like me", Aarma said. It was true, that his father didn't like the idea of him joining the New Republic Military at the age of 15, but that didn't stop Aarma.
On his way back to his quarters, Aarma heard shouts in the hangar. Being the curious boy that he is, he decided to check it out. When he got there, Aarma saw the Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker and his friend, Han Solo. He was stunned, to say the least! What was more shocking was that Skywalker had called his friends Ashley Antilles , Roa'Tu Ka, Alriti Den, and was calling him over too! Skywalker didn't say anything, instead, he ushered them into the Falcon.
Onboard, Skywalker started the conversation. "Well. News of your superb flying skills have reached even me, Colonel Madet. I must say, I'm impressed!", Skywalker said. "Thank you, sir!", Aarma replied, knowing that hearing that was among the greatest compliments anybody could be given.
"And you, Commander Antilles, your father was among the greatest men I fought with. I understand you have taken over Rouge Squadron since he passed."
"Yes, sir, I have. Now, if I may interrupt, why exactly are we here?"
"Ah, yes, I had almost forgotten, I have called you all here because you all have the abilities to become great Jedi Knights."
Roa'Tu looked amazed and said something in his native tounge. "He says 'You're kidding, right?'", Aarma told Skywalker. Han came in and announced that they had entered hyperspace.
When they arrived on Zonama Sekot, their training began immediately.