I.

The stars flew by the small one-man fighter, its sleek yellow frame displaying the emblem of the federation. Its pilot was a young man, even by the militaries standards. His name was Ansion Keldran, he was nineteen years old. He had been in the federation military for just over a year and a half and already had been promoted to the rank of lieutenant, and had been appointed as a pilot.

He jerked the control stick to the port as another laser bolt ripped by his craft. A roar of anger escaped Ansions throat as he pulled the stick back sending the craft in a vertical envelopment. "Its time to end this!" Ansion shouted, jamming the stick forward and sending the craft into a nosedive. His target came into sight it was a confederate x-j-9. A round shaped craft with two blaster cannons. Punching the blaster trigger he opened up on the enemy. It exploded in a shower of sparks and fire.

"Yeah, hey Raise, I got em'" Ansion cried out, a smile creasing his face.

"Great Ansion, but I'm going down." Raise replied, "I took a shot in the turbo manifold and am plummeting towards the station."

"Is there any way to pull out?" Ansion replied, a bit of fear creeping into his voice.

"Negative," Raise replied in a calm tone, "I just want to say, you were a great friend and I believe you were meant for more than what we are Ansion. Never forget who you"

The rest of the transmission was lost in the explosion that followed. Ansion roared in rage as he looked to where his best friend had burned up. "RAISE!" he screamed, not caring for radio procedures.

"Alpha two zero, return to station at once for immediate debriefing." Came the call of the commanding officer.

Standing in his flight uniform, Lieutenant Ansion Keldran let none of what had happened display on his face. His commanding officer screamed at him, belittled him and threatened him with charges. All the while Ansion stood stone faced taking the tongue lashing stoically.

"Do you have anything to say in your defense?" the commander replied, after he had taken a rest from yelling at Ansion.

"What happened to Raise was not my fault!" Ansion began, his voice steady and even.

"That's a load of space garbage!" the commander roared, "You left your wing man, a clear violation of procedure."

"Raise was doing just fine on his own when I broke off to engage the other target."

"You still never leave your wing man! It states in the code that you do not leave your wingman."

Starting to get a little more upset, Ansion did his best to retain his calm. "Raise was fine." He stated again.

"You will fry for this Keldran" the commander roared," his blood is on your hands!"

Ansion had heard enough. Feeling a rage he hadn't felt before he looked dead into the commanders eyes and screamed at the top of his lungs, "It wasn't my fault!" At the same time, the wall behind him exploded and went flying across the hallway. The commander simply jumped back in shock, and fear.

"You're a sensitive aren't you?" the commander roared, "You freak. I'm going to have you court marshaled and then thrown in the intergalactic prison."

The court martial went, but as for Ansion being thrown into the intergalactic prison, it never made it that far. The commander that was trying to charge Ansion was killed in a space fight. Now though, Ansion Keldran was without a home and without a source of income. That was when he met the man that would change his life forever. That was the time that he met Jicaru, or Jedi master Unda Medora, a human male that had been training in what some had recently tapped into. Thus Ansion Keldran had become one of the first Padawan learners in the beginning of the order.