Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or related concepts. The only things I own are things/people/aliens you don't recognize, unless otherwise stated in a disclaimer. I OWN A PLANET! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Additional disclaimer at bottom.

A/N: Thank you, reviewers, your reviews mean a lot to me. This is my first Star Wars fic, so please do not be too harsh in your reviews, however, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Flames will be used to power Jango Fett's jet pack.

Chapter three

I have no clue how my speeder and I got home, but we did, and I woke up the next morning a zombie, just kind of existing. Everything was going in slow motion; my brain was still processing what I had found the previous day.

I slowly walked into the kitchen and sat, head in my hands. My mother stood, biting into an apple. "What's wrong, Blaise?" she asked, a suspicious look on her face.

Silence. "Nothing," I said, after a while.

"You know something, don't you?"

"I… I snuck into the Jedi Temple yesterday."

Silence once more, on her part this time. She sat down across from me. "What happened?"

"I… I'm a…"

"You're a Jedi?"

I looked up at her. "How did you…"

"The robes, the lightsaber. How dumb do you think I am, anyway? Hell, how dumb are you?"

"Okay, I agree with you there, but—"

"Look, Blaise… I wonder, too. But you have to move on. You're going to the Academy next year, I… I'll probably get back into the Senate. If you don't get your head out of the clouds and out of your fantasies and wonderings…"

I looked at her solemnly. "I understand." My eyes flew to the window, the dawn. "But I have to know."


The room is large, (to me, anyway,) but it is filled with younglings such as myself. There are nearly thirty of us and it is somewhat cramped. Master Yoda, smaller than any of us, has trouble demonstrating how to activate our lightsabers because of the kids further in the back.

He finally is able to have everyone see how to do it, but I still have difficulties with mine because my hands are so small. Another youngling notices my trouble and offers to assist me, and I gladly accept. The next thing Master Yoda shows us is how to use the remotes to help teach us to use the Force when dueling with lightsabers.

I am not able to feel when the remote attacks, so I get shocked many times before Yoda finally tells us we are done for the day, but before I go, I walk toward him to talk.

"Young one. With today's lesson, trouble have you?" Master Yoda asks.

I nod. "I can't activate my lightsaber. And I can't even slightly sense the remote's attacks."

"Time and training, you need," he says, walking out of the room as I follow. "Impatient, are you. With practice comes ability, yes, yes..."

"But everyone else at least blocked something."

"To you, everyone else matters not. On yourself, you concentrate. On others, never. Clear, your mind must be. Feel the Force."

"Yes, Master—"


I jolted up from the couch, an explosion rocking the building. What is going on? I thought.

The ground was shaking, and then I realized what had happened. The Emperor has realized that in their purge of the Jedi they had missed one: me.

I darted into my room, instantly awake and alert after my impromptu nap, and tore open the drawer where I kept my important belongings. Inside were the Jedi robes, the lightsaber, several holos of my three-year-long life, and the keys to my speeder, among other things. All of these were shoved in a bag, and I bolted out of the room as the ceiling began to collapse. Only then did I realize what I had forgotten.

The acceptance letter!

Then again, it was not as if it mattered. If the Emperor truly was after me, it wouldn't be long before he'd find me at Corulag Academy. So I left it, running for my life to get out before the ceilings in the other rooms began collapsing. As I ran across the living room, the ceiling had already begun to fall. And a piece had fallen on my mother. She was dead, or close to it. I hesitated for a moment, pondering bringing her, but there was no time.

The door out to the landing platform had sealed itself shut. The access codes had been changes. I thought about my possibilities. Kick the door out, stay in, or…

I dug into the bag I was carrying, pulling out the lightsaber, remembering the dream. Sliding my finger across the hilt, the blade activated, a startling green in the relative darkness caused by the attack.

With one movement, I cut a smooth circle in the door, kicked through it, deactivated the lightsaber, and climbed out, running toward my speeder. As I revved the engine, three of the Empire's new TIE fighters flew overhead menacingly.

The speeder lifted off the ground and I flew almost vertically upward, testing to see if my suspicions were true. Unfortunately for me, they were. "Damn…" The tie fighters followed as I straightened out; I didn't want to find out just how high the speeder could go.

I sped at the greatest speed possible for the vehicle I was in, but unfortunately the TIE fighters could fly faster. Let's see how good they are at maneuvering, then…

The speeder dodged in and out of the buildings, traffic, and other parts of the city. It, thankfully, slowed them down quite a bit, but they were still too close for comfort. I dove down at a 90-degree angle, towards a domed building. The fighters followed. The speeder crept closer… and closer… Just a little more…

I pulled up just before I would have hit the dome, launching myself across it. A TIE fighter crashed, but there was little comfort. There were still two more following.

And it was about to get worse.

TSEWW! The TIE fighters began to shoot at me, and I spun to get away, curving around a building under construction. I grazed it as I took a sharp left, then a sharp right. TSEWW! They continued to fire.

"God, what I wouldn't give for my fighter to be finished…" I muttered. I checked the controls, straightening my flight but still going at top speed. The engine was getting overheated. Unless this ended really fast, I would never survive. Either I'd have to slow down and be hit by the TIEs, or keep going and drop from engine failure.

Wait… slow down… stop!

I slowed a little bit, not enough for the fighters to notice but enough so they gained distance toward me. I turned slightly toward a building, running towards it. Judging my distance, I slammed the brakes. The TIE fighters overshot, and crashed into it in one fireball explosion.

I slowly sidled into a parking spot at another apartment building, breathing heavily. I had to get off-planet, and quickly.


It was a week since I had received the sheet metal from Jhen, and I hadn't had the time to get to work on it, but thankfully I could work a lot harder (and therefore faster,) when needed.

I decided it didn't make sense to redo all the metal when only the left half was blasted. So, in about five hours I had a very strange-looking fighter, half gold-half silver, but it worked. I checked it over one more time, and took a deep breath.

Goodbye, Coruscant. Goodbye, Jedi Temple. Goodbye, T'kayna. Goodbye, mother. Goodbye everything I know. Goodbye, Empire.

Goodbye, Blaise Arrando.

I opened up the cockpit, and looked up at the sky. All the buildings towered over me, glowing in the late night darkness. At that moment, I felt miniscule, as if I didn't even matter in the universe.

A cool wind blew past, and I shivered in the cold. I could almost hear a faint voice talking to me…

Your life matters, young Jedi.

I pulled myself into the cockpit, and set down my bag. "No sense in dawdling at the door…"

The cockpit shut over me and at once I felt somewhat scared at the small space but I calmed myself quickly. In a few hours, I would be out of the Empire's reach forever.

Now, the question was… Where am I going?


I pulled up to exit the atmosphere, all worry put out of my mind. Or, at least, for a moment. I looked at my sensor grid to see if any ships were coming and, sure enough…

TSEWW! TSEWW! Two TIE fighters zoomed past and turned, attempting to cut off my escape route. I shot straight towards them, firing my own lasers. With several shots, I had taken out one but the other was very smart. He realized that this ship was thrown together fast, and took shots at where the old and new sheeting met.

I quickly dodged, noticing what he was doing. Since I did it really fast, it may be more vulnerable than if it was fluid. More laser fire. Damn, this really sucks… If I don't finish this quickly, I may have a bit of a problem.

Okay, what are my options… I pulled up data on the nearest systems not under the control of the Empire, and attempted to browse through while dodging the TIE fighter. The two closest systems were Tatooine and Apagata, both not more than two parsecs away, but both about two light-years apart. I pulled up coordinates for both. Not much change…

I took the coordinates of Apagata, and added a two to the second number of each, putting me relatively close to Tatooine. If they got the coordinates, they may think I was heading for Apagata. It was a slim chance, but it was the only one I had.

Pulling out of my path hugging the planet, I quickly locked in the coordinates, and shot off at light-speed. As my course straightened, I locked in the autopilot to take us out of light-speed just slightly away from Tatooine. Then I laid back, drifting into much-needed sleep.


A Jedi is coming! The news has spread around the temple for an entire week. All of the potential Padawans, including me, are working harder than ever to attempt to sharpen our skills so that we can be chosen. For some, this will be the last Jedi Knight who comes before they turn 13, too old to continue training. So they are pushing it more than others.

I am only 11, but I have been also pushing it because I feel that there is little more training Master Yoda can give me. I'm not exactly the most patient person alive, but I am tired of the Temple, and want to see what life is like somewhere, anywhere, else.

There are two standard hours left, and Master Yoda has us sparring blindfolded. I know I am not the best at sensing opponents, but I will try my best to prove myself.

My opponent is quick on his feet, that much I have seen in his other matches, but I am more defensive. He prefers the offensive position. I am good at setting up my opponents; he is not as good at sensing traps and foul play.

I activate my lightsaber, and I am able to barely sense him as he activates his. I focus on him, and only him.

"Begin, you may," Yoda says, and even before he gets out the first syllable, my opponent is already attacking me. I am able to block or dodge most of his attacks, and I am also able to attempt a few myself. I do not know how long the stalemate lasts, but eventually Yoda stops us.

"Very well, you did. Impressed are we," he says.

"'We'?" I ask.

"Master Oorla and myself."

"He's here?" My opponent asks. "Already?"

"Yes." A tall man walks out from the crowd of spectators. He lays his hand on my shoulder. "And I have found my new Padawan."

Disclaimer: I do not own the manuver that Blaise used to escape the TIE fighter is not mine; however, Timothy Zhan invented it in his book The Last Command. It is called a Cracken Twist, but I plan on using it later so that I do not mess up any canon. I generally avoid that.

Review responce

Doreen: Thanks for reviewing, I intend to.