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A New Arrival

Captain Amelia surveyed the teenage human girl that stood in her cabin. She had lovely, soft brown hair that curled gently about her shoulders. Her green eyes had a light in them that spoke of a brave soul and discipline that was now a part of her everyday life. She wore a modest tunic and breeches that hid a strong, flexible body. The only thing odd about her was the slender, silver metal handle that hung from her belt.

The hologram of the strange man in a robe noticed her skeptical gaze, and continued his explanation. "I realize this is not an easy thing to ask, but the outcome of the future may depend on it."

The Captain rubbed her forehead. "So, let me get this straight. You expect me to take on a stranger that I know nothing about, who may be a thief, feed an extra mouth, and permit her aboard with no questions asked?"

"No. I would like to assure you that she is not a thief. I would also like you to know that part of our future depends on this journey."

"Captain, I request permission to speak."

This was the first time the girl had said a word, and the Captain was taken aback by the maturity that radiated from her clear voice.

Amelia looked at her curiously as she replied. "Permission granted."

"Captain," the girl continued, "at the Jedi academy, there is something that every padawan (or student) learns, and that is the ability to move objects through the Force."

Amelia looked back at the hologram for confirmation. The man–a Jedi master, he had called himself—nodded. The girl continued.

"With Master Obi-Wan's permission, I would like to demonstrate that ability for you as proof of what we are saying."

Obi-Wan Kenobi nodded again. "Just," he paused, smiling slightly. "Don't overdo it. It would be disastrous for the presence of a Jedi to be felt before it is time."

The girl nodded, then turned her gaze to a book that rested on the Captain's desk. Reaching for the Force that she felt even in this distant galaxy, she easily lifted the book off the desk.

Captain Amelia was stunned, but she hid it well for someone who was not a Jedi. "Is there a certain page you find interesting?" the girl asked. Amelia nodded, her eyes now more like a curious kitten's.

"Page 142."

The pages turned by an unseen hand and stopped at page 142, the book still resting on thin air.

Amelia had never seen anything like it. She had never been one to believe in the supernatural, but she had heard of an energy field that was part of all living and nonliving things. With this demonstration, she was halfway convinced.

The girl felt Amelia's determination waver, and lowered the book gently back onto the table. Amelia tore her gaze away from the now-ordinary book and looked back at the Jedi master in the hologram. "How am I supposed to compensate for her food and board?"

"She is strong, and will work for her food and board. You do not have to pay her anything; only permit her to come along on the trip."

"There are rough men aboard. I can't watch out for a child the entire day." Amelia mentally groaned as she remembered this.

The girl answered that. "There is no need to worry about that, Captain. I can take care of myself rather well." She smiled, hidden and curious talents briefly surfacing in her eyes.

Amelia sighed. It was a deal she couldn't refuse. Another hand on board for no pay and no supervision. "Very well. But," she glared at the girl, who met her gaze unflinchingly, "I expect you to pull your own weight here."

"I understand, Captain."

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. "Now, my young student, you must listen closely, because after you walk out of this room, you will have only the Force to guide you. I want you to act like you did on your home planet, Earth. You have my permission to forget all etiquette for a while." The girl smiled at that. "But you must also show no sign of the Force, and no fighting techniques that would be deemed unusual."

"So if I am in a situation where I would not have known what to do before I…" she paused, and a hurt expression passed over her face. "…Met you, I should let myself get beaten up."

"No." The word was as hard as iron. "I would not forgive myself if something were to happen to you. If you get into that situation, use a simple trick to get away. But try to make it subtle, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

Obi-Wan nodded. Smiling somewhat sadly, he said to his student, "May the Force be with you."

"And you, master."

He smiled once more, bowed politely to Amelia, and the hologram flickered and died. The girl felt a momentary rush of emotion. Even though Obi-Wan called her his "student", she knew that Anakin was his true padawan. She was just a girl with extraordinary powers that had been plucked off Earth and dragged into a strange universe. Obi-Wan was gone for now, leaving her alone in yet another new universe. She understood the problem, though. She was the only one with the power to do what needed to be done.

Amelia cleared her throat and stood up. "You will work as a cabin boy, or girl, in your case." The girl smiled. "Before you get started, what is your name?"

"I can't tell you my real name, but you can call me Kim in this universe."

"Very well, Kim, off to the kitchen with you. You will sleep with in a hammock with the rest of the crew, but I will tolerate no flirtations or night-time romances, is that clear?"

"Yes, Captain. And no need to worry about that either. If anyone tries anything, I will make certain they do not attempt it again." Her green eyes flashed. "Jedi may be from another galaxy, but we have a strict code of conduct and pride."

Captain Arrow led Jim and Doctor Doppler down the stairs. The latter two were fuming after their own meeting with the Captain.

"Ooh, that woman, that feline, who does she think she is talking to?"

"It's my map, and she's got me busting tables!"

Mr. Arrow seized them both roughly on the shoulders. "I'll not tolerate another cross word about our captain," he growled. "There's no finer officer in this or any other galaxy." He didn't know, however, exactly how good the people in the other galaxy were.

Jim had just met a cyborg named Silver and his pet Morph when he was introduced to his co-worker.

"Silver, Jim is under your supervision as a cabin boy. He'll be working with you."

Silver choked on his own soup. Both Jim and Silver started to protest. Mr. Arrow cut them both off with a brisk, "Captain's orders. See to it that the new cabin boy is kept busy." He turned to leave, but stopped suddenly. "Oh, and before I forget, there's another cabin boy you'll need to watch."

Mr. Arrow let out a whistle, and Jim perked up. Another cabin boy? Maybe I'll have someone to talk to on this tub after all.

A pair of boots came into view as someone came down. A girl appeared in the opening, hair still blowing about from the wind. Her green eyes swept around the occupants and rested on Jim.

Jim was disappointed. He'd been convinced that he'd have someone to talk to. Girls were no good. Especially ones that looked about 14 years old. But as he looked at her again, he found himself anxious to talk to her. She was different somehow. Older than her years. Intelligent, too. He could tell by the way she took everything in. As he looked directly into her eyes, something passed between them. He didn't know what. Perhaps it was a breeze, drifting down from the deck.

"You wanted me, sir?" Her voice was clear, with a hint of humor barely surfacing in it.

"Yes. Jim, this is Kim. You are to work along with Jim. Mr. Silver will supervise the two of you."

"Yes, sir." A bit of disappointment crept into her voice, replacing the laughter.

Working in the kitchen! Kim had expected to be given work she could handle. Work a Jedi could handle. Being a cabin boy would be hard, but she could do so much more! She swallowed her feelings, and accepted it. It was taught in the Jedi academy that no job is too low for a Jedi.

Mr. Arrow and Doctor Doppler left, leaving the three new partners alone in the kitchen. Kim walked forward, determined to make the best of the situation. "Hi." She held out her hand to shake. Jim took it and shook.

"Hi." He could feel calluses on her palm. Whatever she did, it definitely wasn't paperwork.

"So, the cap'ns put you two with me." Silver turned back around to his work. Kim could feel the suspicion rolling off Jim.

"Guess so." He replied.

"Ah, well, who be a humble cyborg to argue with the cap'n."

Jim went over to a barrel filled with fruit of some sort. "Want some?" he asked Kim.

"Sure."

He tossed her a purple fruit (a perp, she sensed) and continued prodding Silver. "You know, these perps are a lot like the ones back home…on Montresser. Y'ever been there?"

Silver talked over his shoulder. "Can't says I have, Jimbo."

Jim talked through a mouthful of fruit. "Come to think of it, right before I left home…I met this old guy. He was looking for a cyborg buddy of his."

Now Kim felt suspicion rolling off Silver as he replied. "That so?"

"Yeah," Jim continued. "Now what was that old salamander's name? Oh, yeah. Bones. Billy Bones."

"Bones?" Silver asked. "Booones?" Recognition flashed around him, but he pulled it quickly under. "Nope, tain't ringin any bells. Must've been a different cyborg. There's a whole slew of em', round these parts."

The whistle blew. Silver pushed Jim gently towards Kim. "Aw, off with y', lad, and watch the launch. There'll be plenty o' work ta' do later."

Jim went up the stairs, and Kim followed.

Up on deck, there was bustle of action. Everyone was rushing around getting ready. The ship lifted up, and as it did, the gravity of the spaceport died away, and they started floating upwards. Kim managed to stay right side up due to her training, but Dr. Doppler and Jim were struggling. Captain Amelia called for the artificial gravity, and everyone dropped to the deck, the girls a bit more gracefully than the boys.

The thrusters were engaged, and the ship shot away. Kim watched from the railing as Jim clambered up the shrouds.

"Whoa!"

Giant, whale-like things were flying all around the ship. Dr. Doppler attempted to get a picture of one, but was sabotaged in the process. Another, younger whale came up close to get a good look at Jim.

The animal suddenly dropped down to look at Kim. She reached out with her mind to say, Hi. The large mammal responded with the fact that he had never seen any creature besides one of his own that could speak his language. Well, she replied, shrugging, I'm not exactly from around here.

The Orcus Galactacus was curious about this type of life-forms, but his pod was drifting away, so he said, Bye. I hope we can talk again.

I look forward to it. Kim almost waved, but remembered that teenagers in this world probably didn't wave to passing animals.

"Awesome, aren't they?" She asked Jim.

"Yeah…" He murmured, still held under the trance of the creatures.

The moment was broken by Silver calling out to them. "Kids!"

They turned around. The pot-bellied cook continued, "I've got three new friends I'd like you to meet." Jim looked around, and Kim already knew what was coming. The Force was in everything here, and that included the three items Silver was holding behind his back.

"Meet Mr. Mop, Mrs. Bucket, and their son, Mr. Mop Jr.!" He tossed two mops and a bucket at them.

Jim summed it up with one word: "Yippee."

"Yeah, I got ya, Mr. Mop," Jim grumbled. Kim worked on in silence. This was better than tramping around Degobah, but not quite as exciting. She wondered what Obi-Wan and Anakin were doing right now. Did they miss her? She half-wished she was back with them, learning how to pilot from Anakin, who regarded her as a little sister.

She was jerked back to the present with a blow of hostile waves coming from near Jim. He was in a fight with a red, spider-like thing. She sighed inwardly. Did no one here know how to control their anger? She abruptly forgot her irritation as the spider-thing pinned Jim up against the mast.

"Any last words, cabin boy?" he hissed.

He let out a grunt of surprise and dropped Jim when Kim's foot came out of nowhere. The spider winced as her kick slammed into his ribs, knocking him to the deck. "Leave him alone!" Kim demanded, allowing the spirit she had suppressed to break free slightly.

Faster than she had been able to see back on earth, the spider's claw came rushing back. She could have dodged it, but that would show her Jedi reflexes, and she could sense help was on the way. So, she stayed where she was.

The claw grabbed her shirt and pinned her up against the mast along with Jim, who had been seized by the other claw. Jim winced as their shoulders banged together painfully.

"You'll regret that," the spider growled. Kim met the spider's stare.

"I'm so sure. My, my, you are a brave one, picking on two kids."

"I'll ssstart with you, girl!"

A mechanical clamp came down hard on the arm holding Kim.

"Y'know, Mr. Scroop, have y'ever seen what happens to a fresh perp when y' squeeze…real hard?"

The clamp tightened, and both kids fell to the ground. Kim felt a stab of pain as a splinter entered her arm, but she pushed it aside. As Jim helped her up and Mr. Arrow "talked" to Mr. Scroop, she wondered why she hadn't followed their example and just talked it out. Why had she gone straight back to her martial arts skills? Anger and aggression were two key enemies to a Jedi Knight.

The conference had ended, and Silver was shooing everyone away. Then he whirled on Jim and Kim. "I gave y' two a job!" he said furiously, pointing to the mop.

"We were doing it until that spider thing came-" Jim started furiously.

Silver cut him off. "Excuses! Listen, y' two finish this deck, and heaven help y' if I come back up an' it's not done!"

He left Morph to watch them, and went back down into the kitchens. Kim waited till he was gone, then brought the arm with the splinter in it up for inspection. It was more like a small twig than a splinter, and bleeding. Jim noticed. "What's that?"

"Splinter," Kim replied.

"Do you need help with tha-"

He watched in stunned silence as she carefully yanked it out and drew a handkerchief from her pocket to bind it with. All the while, her expression remained calm. He would have winced at least once.

"C'mon," she said, picking up a mop with her injured arm, "let's finish this before Silver comes back."

Night had fallen. Jim and Kim were finishing up the deck. Kim chuckled at the sight of Morph, who had taken the shape of a mop to help them finish. She felt indecision leaking from Jim. He was debating something in his mind.

"Hey," he said.

"What?"

"Well, um…I…guess I should thank you for what you did. I could've taken him, though, and you could've gotten hurt."

"I know you could. I just speeded things along. I am sorry if I damaged your pride."

She felt him internally flinch. She had bruised his ego by helping. Kim couldn't really blame him. It had to be embarrassing, being saved by a girl.

Her thoughts were distracted when she heard footsteps approaching. Silver came up from below deck. "Thank heaven fer small miracles. The deck's still in one piece." He walked over to the railing, arms laden with a bowl of dinner scraps.

"Hey, Silver, about what you did…thanks." Jim figured he might as well do all his thanking at one time. Silver turned around from tossing the scraps overboard.

"Didn't yer pop ever teach y' ta pick your fights a bit more carefully?"

Jim turned away, hurt leaking past his tough-guy shield. Kim felt a rush of pity for the boy. She knew what it was like to be separated from your family.

"Yer father not the teaching sort?"

"No," Jim responded. "He was more the running away and…never-coming-back…sort."

"Oh. Sorry, lad…and you, lass? What's your story?"

Kim was quiet for a moment. Her past was an emotional roller coaster, and still hurt a bit to think about.

"My dad taught me, how to stay out of fights, I mean, but I was taken away before I could learn any more."

Jim looked up. "What do you mean, 'taken away'?"

Kim felt a flash of resentment towards Darth Maul, who had plucked her off Earth to be his apprentice. She escaped, and met Obi-Wan and Anakin, but had never seen her family since.

"I was taken from my home to be a slave. I escaped, and found a place to stay, but there have been…certain tests for me. I had to fight to survive, and if I lost, then I lost my life. I've made a pretty good life for myself, but I haven't been able to get back to my family since I was kidnapped. I don't know if my family is alive or dead or being hunted by the guy who took me…it's frustrating."

Kim was shocked at herself. Here she was pouring out her worries to these two strangers just as if they were as close to her as Obi-Wan.

"Is that why you came on this ship? To maybe find your family?" Jim asked.

"No, not really." Before I left, Obi-Wan said that a time would come to warn them not to mess with Jedi, Kim remembered. "I heard a legend about these incredible people that called themselves 'Jedi'."

Jim was curious. The word had a kind of power that went with it, as if it was more than what it seemed. Silver was also listening attentively. Kim hid a smile and launched into the "legend" of incredible fighters who were said to be unbeatable, who used blades of light as defense only, and who were guardians of peace. She told the story of a young boy (Anakin) who left his home to fulfill his destiny as a Jedi. "That's what inspired me to leave, to try to find my destiny."

They were quiet for a moment, each of them digesting this new piece of information about the other. Silver broke the silence by effectively changing the topic. "Well then, seeing as you're in my charge, I'm goin' to be knocking some skills into those thick heads of yours."

"What?" Jim was livid.

"Y' two won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch yore bums without my say so." Silver retorted, slapping the rail for emphasis.

"Don't do us any favors, now." The surprisingly sarcastic reply came from Kim, who wasn't too eager to be watched over by this shady but charismatic character.

"You can be sure of that, kids. You can be sure of that."

As Silver walked away, Kim thought, Does that mean we shouldn't be sure of anything else? I like him, but my gut's telling me otherwise.