Notes:

Hey, thanks to the guys/girls(or "people" for the politically correct)who reviewed the story! I never thought that anybody would read this section of fanfiction, and I certainly did not expect reviews! In all honesty, I just had this idea in my head of some random plot that I thought would be interesting to explore. I was in the middle of exam period and sometimes this plot just kept popping up at inconvenient times, so I decided to write it down so it won't come back. And surprise! It didn't! BooYah! But now I must continue, because I've got other ideas...and because for some strange reason, people read it!

I don't really know the tools and tips of fanfiction publishing yet, so the formatting may change from chapter to chapter. But rest assured! It should still be readable.

This here (below) was the most popular format of replying to reviewers, so for the sake of leaving my creative side un-tapped, I shall do the same.

Talonah - Thanks for the tip. I haven't played the game in aaages so I don't really remember all of the character names, well, not exactly anyway. Be as picky as you want, critical review is the best. Thanks!

Tellemicus Sundance - Publishing it? Hahaha, I don't know. There would be a limited audience! That and my persistence seems to waver when it comes to completing my stories. Thanks for the encouragement though

Disclaimer:

Um, can you guys look at the Chapter 1 disclaimer? Ican't remember what it was and I don't want to be inconsistent or anything. So yeah, here's the official Chapter 2 disclaimer:

Refer to Chapter 1 disclaimer.

I'm so lazy.

Chapter 2: My name is:

His pursuer took a deep breath and recited, "My name is Rosh Penin, I work for the Jedi Council on Yavin-4 and I want to speak to you because I believe you are force sensitive." Rosh let go of his breath, grinned at his young captive and asked one question. "What's your name?"

Silence. Rosh kept grinning and staring at him. The teen blinked. And then blinked again.

"What?"

"It's your turn now," Rosh explained patiently, "I told you my story, now it's time for yours."

The black-haired teen peered into Rosh's eyes intently.

"What?" Rosh asked.

"I'm looking for tell-tale signs of insanity. It usually includes dark-rimmed, desperate looking eyes, dishevelled hair and muscle twitching."

"Then why are you looking at me?" Rosh looked rather perplexed and confused.

"Because I think you're insane! Hmm…let's see, I got everything up to 'Rosh Penin' and then I got lost. 'Jedi Council'? 'Force sensitive'? Where did you pull those names from? You are definitely crazy."

"Huh?" Rosh grunted, clearly not understanding. "Look at me, I've got the robe, I've got the saber," Rosh pulled aside his robe and revealed a gun-metal grey tube, "I've got the whole hood thing going. Why is it that nobody ever sees me as a Jedi?"

The teen didn't answer. Rosh was talking to himself again – yet another sign of a person who had definitely lost his marbles.

"Listen, do you know what…HEY! Listen!" Rosh shouted at him.

"Hm?" The black-haired thief snapped his attention back at the insane man. "Oh, you've finished talking to yourself. Listen, I know this place where they take people like you and, well, help you. I can take you there – I've been there a couple of times myself." The young thief quickly realised his linguistic mistake. "To, ah, 'borrow' some food of course. I'm not insane or anything.", the teen quickly added.

Rosh let out an exasperated sigh.

"I. Am. Not. Insane. I am quite 'in my mind', so to speak. Listen. You think I'm insane because I'm talking about things you've never heard of before. Don't assume that you know everything – the universe is a lot bigger than this tiny little planet you people call your home. Even those people you call 'insane' may actually be pondering things bigger than anything you will ever conceive."

That got the young thief's attention.

Rosh continued, uncharacteristically serious. "Tell me, do you know who just took over this planet? Do you know how long they took to occupy your world? Do you know why they did it?"

The thief shook his hair, his black, greasy, ropey hair shaking flinging around his head like a dirty mop.

"I'll tell you. The people that came and defeated all of your planet's combined defence forces have much more advanced technology than you do. You see those cars over there?" Rosh pointed towards a busy highway, "Those combustion engine cars, even the ones that are hybrid using electric motors and hydrogen fuel cells, they are all obsolete where I come from. Your planet is thousands of years behind in development. Even though they had less than ten percent of your combined forces, they were able to easily defeat your government. They have plenty more soldiers where they come from."

"Who…who are they?" The young thief asked, almost too predictably.

"They have searched and occupied almost every planet in this galaxy yet they were in power for less than twenty years. They are known by their white shock-troopers and black-cloaked sith lords. They are merciless and they are uncaring. They lust for power; they are consumed by their instincts. They destroy, defile and commit horrors under the pretence of order and good-will. They will blind you, mislead you and convert you. They are the Empire, the Imperials –they are The Dark Side."

The thief shuddered. For some reason, at the mention of 'The Dark Side', he felt a little twinge at the edge of his mind. Rosh picked up on this immediately.

"See? I knew you were force-sensitive. Do not dwell on the thought of The Dark Side for too long, otherwise it will consume you."

"What do you mean, 'force-sensitive'?" The thief asked.

"Have you ever felt something push at the edge of your mind when somebody else is within a certain area or yourself? Did you feel as if a great pressure was bearing down on your mind when I dropped down?"

The thief nodded. "How do you know that?"

"Because I feel it too. I am also force-sensitive. You can run fast and you can run for a long time because you are force-sensitive. You can drop down from a greater height than most people because you are force-sensitive. I don't know if you have tried it yet, but you can also jump a lot higher, among other things."

"What other things?" The thief's eyes glowed with interest and mischief.

"I, ah, can't tell you any more until you tell me who you are and are also willing to come with me."

"Come with you? Where?" The black-haired teen questioned, instantly suspicious.

"Where I live, Yavin-4, is a planet devoted to training and developing people like you and I – force-sensitive beings."

The young thief wanted to believe him. He wanted to believe that there were other people like him, that he didn't need to be alone anymore. But more than that, he felt as if he needed to believe, like he needed to follow Rosh. He pushed it aside as nothing more than the need to be accepted, he didn't want to fall into a trap.

"You know, this is all very nice and all, and thank-you very much for the interesting story, but I am not going with you any where, any time, any how. But my offer to take you to the special place still stands."

Rosh groaned. "How many times do I need to tell you? I am not insane, and this isn't just some 'story', I'm telling you the truth."

"Okay, look. I may have 'felt your presence', but that happens to everybody, you just get this eerie sense and sometimes it works out. Everybody has it; and just because I shivered a bit when you said 'The Dark Side', it doesn't mean I'm 'force-sensitive' or anything – it's a cold night, it's dark and it's not exactly a happy name, 'The Dark Side' – come to think of it, it's a pretty corny name. I am disappointed in you, you couldn't even come up with a more creative, scarier name" The thief paused and looked seriously at Rosh, "I'm going to go now. Don't follow me."

The teen continued to look at Rosh for a moment, he didn't want to leave, and he felt as if he needed to follow him, needed to believe in him. The young thief set his resolve in stone, turned around and began to walk away.

"What will it take?" Rosh sighed as he watched the young teen walk away, his black hair stuck together like ropes because of the oil and dirt from not washing for a long time.

The young thief kept walking, ignoring Rosh. Suddenly, from behind him, a great roaring entered his mind, pushing its way towards him. He instantly whipped around and from instinct brought his left hand up to brace himself – for what, he did not know. In the milliseconds it takes for the mind to comprehend something, the black-haired teen realised something was wrong, something was different. He could feel the pressure bearing down on him, pressing on his horizontally held arm as he somehow tried to push it back. He could almost hear his bones cracking above the great sound in his mind. There was only one problem. He could not see it. All he could see was Rosh several metres away with his hand slightly in front of him, his fingers pointed up at the sky and his palm facing away from his chest; then he saw Rosh grin and flick his fingers down ever so slightly. The young thief's world suddenly became the sky as he, once again, lay flat on his back, his arm hurting like it had just been crushed by a truck.

Rosh walked over to him and helped the young thief to his feet.

"You are force sensitive" he said, as he looked solemnly into the teen's face. "I felt you resisting it, I felt you resisting my Force." Rosh paused, "You okay?"

The dirty thief nodded, "Yeah," he croaked, "I'm okay. It's all a bit hard to believe, but I saw it, or rather I didn't see it – but I felt it too."

Rosh grinned, "You're lucky it was me who found you. I barely pushed and you're wheezing like a dog."

The thief winced, "Barely? It felt like a ton of bricks."

Rosh nodded, "Do you see why you need training? Why a place such as Yavin-4 exists? You need to learn to control the power of The Force. With training, you could have easily blocked my push, maybe even countered it with your own push, but without training, you would be a loose cannon – we would either need to limit your Force Powers through unsavoury methods or keep an eye on you. That's why we try and bring as many force-sensitive people back to Yavin-4 and educate them, and hopefully have them inducted as Jedi."

"A Jedi?", the thief queried.

"A Jedi is a person who seeks to protect peace and order throughout the galaxy through the use of their Force Powers. They live for that purpose and they always strive to protect more and more people. They are essentially police…no wait, that's wrong, not police. They are more like guardian angels, the guardian angels of peace and order for the people who dwell in the galaxy", Rosh explained, quite proudly, the young thief noted.

"And you are one of these Jedi?" Rosh nodded. "Well whatever they do, they can sure do some serious damage", the teen answered. He took a deep breath, knowing full-well that it would be a life changing decision, either for the better or for the worse.

Rosh interrupted his thoughts, "Look, you aren't 'forced' to come with me, no pun intended. You can continue with the way of life you have now – it would be against our philosophy to force you to join. I will offer you one piece of advice though, follow your instincts. They have served you well so far, keep trusting them."

The young thief nodded, he had felt a compelling will to believe in Rosh for a while, he didn't know why before, but now he suspected it was because he was 'force-sensitive'. He didn't entirely trust Rosh –he didn't know him, but Rosh had only tried to help him, the teen only had himself to blame for those scuffles he had. He felt that he could trust Rosh, he didn't know why, but he felt that he needed to, much like how 'felt' his presence when he was running way from him.

"But I don't have any money. I can't afford to go with you", Rosh tried to put up some sort of excuse, his old-self did not entirely want to trust Rosh.

Rosh chuckled, "Don't worry, everything's on the house. It's free. We are funded by the New Republic, so we have almost limitless resources. We want to try and encourage as many people as possible to join us, so everything is free – from transportation, to food, shelter, training, clothes, everything."

It was tempting, very tempting. A free lifestyle gave him a chance to rid himself of this hopeless situation he found himself in, he could find for himself a new life other than crime. He could meet new friends – friends that didn't view you as just assets, friends that didn't get thrown into prison. The black-haired teen took a deep breath and strengthened his resolve, 'here goes', he thought.

"Okay, I'll come with you. Don't ask me if I'm sure or not, because I honestly may not come with you if you ask me again. Just take me there."

Rosh looked seriously at the teenage thief, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

A flicker of annoyance passed on the thief's face, "Yes, let's just go. Let's go to this Yavin-4."

Rosh grinned, "I knew you would come eventually. I could almost feel your conflict with yourself – if I couldn't feel it then I could definitely see it on your face. Don't worry, though, you won't regret it at all. In fact, where I come from, people want to get accepted into The Academy. I know I did."

"The what? What did you call it?"

"The Academy. Oh, I forgot. The planet we're going to is not exactly a 'planet' per se; it's more of a moon. Anyways, the place where you're going to get trained is not called 'Yavin-4', that's the name of the moon. The place is called 'The Jedi Academy', or just 'The Academy' by Jedis." Rosh began talking to himself again, "Okay, let's see, I'll need transport out of this place. It took me three months to get here, so we can't exactly go by The Academy's scout ships, then again, our ships are faster then their transports."

The young thief watched as Rosh muttered to himself, "We can't stow away again, there are no space-ports anywhere on this piece of rock, and I bet the Imperials won't exactly be forthcoming about lending me a ship. I guess I'll just need to call The Academy for a transport. Oh no. Far out!" Rosh looked peeved, "We can't 'call The Academy', they're too far away. Darn this piece of rock for being so outdated. Ah well, it looks like we'll need to do it the hard way." Rosh looked at the young thief, "Come on, let's go. We need to pay a visit to the Imperial outpost."

"You just said yourself, that the Imperials won't lend you a ship. I don't know why, but you just said it. So how are we going to find a spaceship?" The thief was really confused. Didn't this man just say that the Imperials weren't friendly to him?

Rosh didn't look back as he walked ahead, "We'll just have to ask nicely. Don't you know? If you ask politely, you can get almost anything." Rosh put a smug grin on his face – felt quite sage-like and wise saying that.

The young, black-haired thief considered this for a moment, then just gave into his instincts and decided to trust Rosh.

"Wait", the teen said. Rosh stopped. "It's Tarni, Syne Tarni"

"What?" Rosh turned around and looked really confused. If you had just said, "banana donkey blue" to a Rodian smuggler, that's what Rosh would have looked like. "What did you say?" Rosh repeated.

"My name – you asked for my name. Syne Tarni."