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Chapter Two

I walk along the narrow ledge, lightsaber ignited, ready to defend the natives against the droids around the corner.

"Be careful, young Padawan," Master Oorla says, his blond hair fluttering in the wind. He brushes some out of the way from his ice-blue eyes. "I sense a trap."

"Yes, master," I reply.

And a trap there is. Thousands of droids begin firing upon us. I am able to deflect most of the blasts, but Master Oorla is less fortunate.

"Ah!" He gasps, grasping his shoulder and deactivating his lightsaber. I manage to pull him into a cavern for the time being, and safely escort the people into their hiding place. The droids continue to fire as I run back to help my master.

"Are you all right?"

The ever-witty Master Oorla replies, "I was just hit by a battle droid. I think I am injured, but I could be wrong."

I roll my eyes, and lift him up. He drapes his arm over my shoulder and I carry him into the caves.


My mother shook me awake, and my dream was no more. The last shreds of it fly away from my memory as I drift into consciousness.

"One of these days, Blaise, I am going to make you get a job, you lazy bum… Get a shirt on, already!"

If you can understand this, you understand my mom: She will wake up at dawn, but she is by no means a "morning person." I don't understand it, but then, no one does.

"Good morning to you, too," I said, crawling out of bed and reaching into my closet for a shirt to put on.

"There's food in the kitchen. I'm going to visit my sister, so you're on your own today. Don't get into trouble, because if I have to bail you out of prison again, it will be your head. See you tonight," Mom said, digging through her bag. "If you need anything, Ms. Hanna next door can help you."

"That crazy old lady?"

"Sometimes I don't know what you lack more of, common sense or kindness." She shook her head. "I'm heading off."

"How're you getting there?"

"The speeder."

"You know how to fly that?"

"…A little."

"You're taking the bus."

Mom rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine. Goodbye, Blaise."

"'Bye, mom."

She left the room as I stood up from my bed to look in the mirror. I ran a comb through my hair and pulled on a jacket.

Walking down the hallway, I tried to remember what had happened in my dream. All that came of that was a headache. I turned into the kitchen, grabbed an apple, sat down and took a bite.

There was a knock on the door. I stood up and dashed through the living space and opened the door to the parking spaces.

"Arrando."

"T'kayna."

The girl stood at my doorstep, her gray eyes narrowed and her light brown hair twisted into a bun.

"What do you want now?" I asked, leaning against the doorway.

"Just want to talk. Take a ride?"

I stepped out of the doorway and we slid into her speeder.


"What's on your mind?" I asked after a while of cruising.

"You seem pushy today. What's on yours?" T'kayna asked, turning toward me. Traffic had all but stalled.

"Nothing," I replied, a little too fast.

"Whatever you say. Anyways, the emperor is recruiting for his personal army, and my dad's gone to get in on it."

"Well, your dad is somewhat of a sadist."

"Got a point. But that means I have to go off-planet to live with my mom…"

I looked at her curiously. I thought that her mom had died a long time ago. "Where does she live?"

"Corellia. Ten parsecs away."

"Whoa. Well, at least think of it this way. You're 18 in, what, five months?"

"You don't understand. My mom is an alcoholic, and it doesn't exactly help that even before she started drinking she hated me," T'kayna began to sob. "It's not fair. Five months of living in that torture…"

"Hey, I survived these last three years not knowing who the hell I was. Forced to learn all this stuff again, though I remembered most of it. Forced to deal with my mom, who is the most eccentric person you'll ever meet, except the cranky old lady who lives in the apartment next to us. Forced to grow up without a father. At least you have a father."

"It's not the same," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "I should take you back…"

"Yeah. Maybe you can come back in a few months. Who knows?"

"Maybe…"


T'kayna wasn't exactly my best friend, nor was she my enemy, but she annoyed me to no end from the first time we'd met.

Actually, that was the same occasion as the time my mom had to bail me out of prison. I was 15, driving my speeder, minding my own business, (T'kayna just happened to be driving the other way,) and we crashed. The police busted her for causing an accident, and me for driving without a license.

I actually have told people about it, (my time in jail, not the whole accident part.) Pathetic reason, I know. Thankfully, the underside of the city doesn't care why you were in jail, just the fact that you were in jail. That's how I got most of my parts deals. Down there, reputation is everything.

Somehow or another, after T'kayna had dropped me off, I ended up in my room, once more fingering the lightsaber. I had never figured out how to activate it, but then, if I did, what would it do for me but give me knowledge on it? What could I do with a lightsaber and no training?

The door to my past is firmly shut. The only clues as to the location of the key are the robes and the lightsaber.

Maybe it would do me good to check out the remains of the Jedi Temple, I thought.

And remains they were, charred by a fire, tagged by gangs and punks, windows broken and towers collapsing.

I slid open a drawer and carefully set the lightsaber in it. I would only get one chance to see the temple.

Maybe that's all I need.


I kicked my speeder into gear and launched it. There was no doubt in my mind that any speeder just randomly sitting in front of the abandoned Jedi Temple would draw suspicion. So, it was clear that no matter where I went, there would be some walking involved. I sidled into traffic, thinking about a place to park.

Finally, it hit me. I pulled out of the main line of speeders and set myself down on the far side of a shopping center close to the main structure of the temple. I looked around and, once I was sure no one was watching me, I slid out of my speeder and walked toward the Jedi Temple.

Somehow, seeing it up close for the first time sparked something in my mind, and I could, for a moment, see two lightsabers crossed in battle ahead of me, as if I was holding one of them.

At that point, I really wished I had my lightsaber with me.

I took a deep breath and jumped the three or four feet across to the temple, my foot almost missing, but I caught myself and was able to get onto a windowsill. I climbed through the broken window, and dropped to the floor.

And as I turned around to begin my exploration, I stared right into the face of a dead Jedi.

On second glance, there were dozens of dead Jedi, young or old, human or alien. I bent down to more closely inspect one of them.

It was a Twi'lek female, very young, not much more than three or four years old. The injuries that she had died from were clearly not from a blaster. Not from a blade. They were half burned, half sliced, which could only mean one thing.

"A lightsaber wound? But… how?" I asked to no one. I stood up, and continued to walk through the room until I found a few doors. The central one had a sign above it, and I stood on tiptoe to read it.

"Archives…" This looked promising. I pried open the door and walked into the room, filled with data tapes and assorted other things such as books and computer consoles. I peered around and entered another door that wasn't marked, but I felt that something in that room was what I was looking for.

The door creaked; dust flew off of it like most of the rest of the building, but for some reason there was much more dust in this area than the rest. Looking around, I could see that there was some form of holograph projector. I pressed a few buttons and it activated. The recording appeared to be a security taping that had was set at a time around three years ago. One more button, and the holograph began to play.

Lightsabers were lit; two figures were standing close, looking at each other. Both wore dark robes, Jedi robes.

"Do you think it wise, Padawan, to cross sabers with a Sith?"

"No. It is not wise, nor rational. But it is my duty as a Padawan to protect others. Even at the cost of my life."

I bent closer, and the two holographic forms began to duel. They parried a while, then…

"You are as good as they say you are," the shorter form says.

"You are better than I would have expected, boy, but you are still no match for me."

They continued. In the background, kids crept out of the adjacent room. The tall figure seemed to notice them without seeing them. He sent the other form flying through a window.

And at that moment, I realized…

The small figure was me.

I am a Jedi.

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