I sat in the cell for weeks, talking to what I thought to be Obi-Wan Kenobi. However, I learned later that it was just actually an image of him; he was talking to me through the Force, a force that surrounds, and binds all living things. Jedi, and Sith are able to manipulate it, for either good, or bad. He taught me about the Force, and what had happened in the past 2,000 years – with the destruction of the Republic, and the rise of the Galactic Empire. The rise and fall of the Jedi, as well as the Sith.

"The lightsaber, it is a device of a more civilized age, a Jedi tool, and a Sith weapon." He explained one day.

That very sentence would be imprinted in my mind, like none of the others, and I wasn't sure why.

"So, Torran, you ask me so many questions. And why? Surely you have some reason." He asked, brow furrowed.

"My mother, and father were killed. I wish to avenge their deaths, I want to become powerful enough to put an end to whoever took their lives."

That was the last time I would ever have any contact with the old man. It didn't take much longer after that for the CSF to finish their investigation, and I was set free. Set out into an unforgiving world, with nothing more than a few thousand credits in my possession, the last gift from my parents. Obi-Wan had mentioned something about Luke Skywalker starting a Jedi Academy on the fourth moon of Yavin, an abandoned planet along the Outer Rim. No shuttles still ran to that region, so I would have to find some other means of transportation. So I set out on my journey to find a skilled pilot who could maneuver those dangerous regions, or even someone with those Hyperspace coordinates.

Entering the shuttleport of Coruscant, my first and foremost task was to get the hell off of this planet, which had done nothing more for me, than cause pain, and suffering.

"How much are tickets to Tattooine?" I asked the Ithorian who stood behind the counter at the Shuttleport.

"600 credits, plus the Galactic Travel Commission Tax. So, your total will be 625 credits." He replied, his BASIC a bit rusty.

Handing him the credits, I got my ticket and set off to Tattooine, some of the best pilots could be found there, the cheapest ticket was to Mos Entha.

The cantina there was a ragged one, hazy with foreign chemicals meant to accommodate the alien inhabitants. Obviously a child of my age was odd to them, as I could feel the eyes of many staring holes into the back of me as I sat down at the bar. The Rodian bartender took one look at me before bursting into a high-pitched laughter. "You have to be kidding me, kid! You shouldn't be in this place, where are your parents?"

Those azure eyes of mine looked up at him, burning with an inner rage. My right first would clench around the hilt of the DL-44 blaster provided to me from my father. As I stared at him, he was suddenly flung backwards, crashing into the shelves, countless drinks falling upon his limp body. He lay there, gnarled and broken by the invisible force that had rocked him so. The cantina would grow silent at the sound of him crashing into the wall for a moment, before the occupants returned to their drinks. I decided that it was an opportune moment to make my way from the cantina, as I had already caused enough damage. The force that propelled him backwards perplexed me, as I dwelled upon how I had managed to perform such a feat. It was the Force, no doubt. But how had I manipulated it? I had no Jedi training, nor had I ever even done anything beyond calming myself, which obviously hadn't worked in the situation. I found an abandoned hut along the Dune Sea, which was where I took up residence for the long days, and short nights on Tattooine.

There was evidence of someone else being there before me, as hyrdrospanners, and other tools littered a desk in the bedroom of the hut. In one of the drawers of the desk I found a crystal that glowed with a faint inner light, almost of a silver hue. I kept it in my pocket as a keepsake, as I almost felt drawn to it somehow. My search of a pilot would continue, thought to no avail. The price of traveling to such a dangerous region was quite high, it didn't take me long to find that out.

However, one night I was awakened prematurely, an odd sound coming from the front of the door. It was all too familiar to me, waking up in the middle of the night, a noise at the front door. It struck a chord deep within me, a cold feeling running up my spine, causing the hair to stand up on the back of my neck; a very eerie feeling indeed. I slowly crept to the front door, crystal held firm in my left hand, blaster in my right. As I got to the door, it swung open with a creak, a man standing before me. He was shrouded in dark robes, not menacing, almost comforting. His arm would brought upwards, to shield his eyes from the sand whipping against his face, blowing his blonde hair about his visage. I stepped backwards, blaster still pointed upwards as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

"..Whoa, whoa! What are you doing out here, all by yourself? The Dune Sea is a dangerous place." He asked, although I had never met him, his voice sounded familiar.

"…" I couldn't bring myself to words for a few seconds, as I continued to examine him. I couldn't help but notice the silver cylinder at his left side. "..Torran Lightwaver. I came to Tattooine looking for a shuttle to Yavin IV.."

His brow would quirk at this, "Yavin IV? It's even more dangerous there than it is here, what would you want there?"

"..An academy is there. A special one. I was told to go there, to seek refuge, and to pursuit that which fuels me." I replied, a rather mature answer for a boy of only eleven.

"Ah.. You're the one causing all the disturbance? That can't be.." He seemed to be thinking aloud. "But come, and sit down. Tell me of what has drawn you to pursue my Academy so."

And so I told him my story, of how my father was shot down, how my mother had been killed by thugs in the slums of Coruscant; and of my encounter with Obi-Wan Kenobi's messages. He was indeed Luke Skywalker, he was disturbed greatly during his meditation at the Jedi Academy, and was ashtonished to learn that I was the source of the disturbance.

"Well, Torran, you will have to make the choice as I once did." He told me, as we sat there, after I told him my story. "Come to the Academy with me, and learn the way of the Jedi, or stay here on Tattooine and continue to look for revenge of your parents. Tell me, what do you believe that you will gain from killing those responsible for their deaths? Closure? Or just the satisfaction of knowing that they're gone."

I didn't respond to this, as it was a good question. But deep down, I believe he knew what path I was currently on. "Master Skywalker, I wish to come to Yavin, to learn the way of the Force, and the Jedi.."

He simply gave a nod, and stood up, "Well then, we have a long ride to Yavin IV. Get all your things, and meet me outside."