Author's Note: I have been given several ideas that I think I might use. Happy holidays! My apologies on the boring chapters, they will get better.

Chapter Four: Darkness Rising

Cato's POV: ( Three days earlier)

I was escorted by Asajj Ventress to the palace on Serenno, which belonged to someone named Count Dooku. From the way she spoke about this Count Dooku, I got the impression that he was her master. We entered an elaborate dining area, which held a long table and fancy chairs. At the end of the table sat an old man, with white hair. The man stood up,"greetings, I am Count Dooku. You must be Cato." "Of course I'm Cato," I snapped," who else would I be? President Snow?"

Ventress stomped on the heel of my foot, and hissed," silence, you fool! Unless you have a particular death wish." Count Dooku chuckled," the nerves on this boy. Tell me something, why didn't you stay with the Jedi when you had the chance? They most certainly would have trained you, you're very strong with the force." "Do you really think that I want be around a group of idiots? All my life I have trained for the Hunger Games, which I was teleported out of; and I want to know how and why." The old man nodded understandingly, in a paternal way," ah, you're very wise, my boy. Come, and I will train you in the ways of the force. Do you agree to be my apprentice."

At that question, I snorted," what could you possibly teach me, Old Man?" Dooku stood up, pulled out a curved cylinder, and activated it. Out, spung a crimson, red blade, exactly like Ventress's. The Count of Serenno pointed at several other cylinders, which served as wall decor. "Take your pick, then defend yourself." I walked over, and picked a random weapon. Whatever these things were, they were seriously cool. Activating my laser sword, I charged my opponent. He casually side-stepped my blade, and swung at my head. Almost too late, I realized that it was a feint, and I just barely brought my blade down to deflect the swipe at my legs.

Creating a feint of my own, I deceptively struck at his side, and immediately followed up with a strike to head. As I expected, he, ignoring the swipe at his side, he blocked the head strike. With speed that I didn't even know I possessed, I disarmed Dooku. Rather than looking concerned, he had the audacity to smirk. "It's over Count, I've won." I growled angrily. He stretched out his hand, and electricity sprang toward me. I was engulfed inside the fury of plasma; it was extremely painful. I'd been so sure that I had won, so much so that I had deactivated my blue blade. "So," Dooku gloated," that was our first lesson. A fight isn't over," until it is over." I grimaced, what the blazes was that supposed to mean? "Now that that is over with, do you consent to becoming my apprentice?" "Yes, on one condition. If I get to be the one to kill Katniss Everdeen." The Count tilted his head," request granted."

President Snow's POV:

I was set to address the public – capital and district – about the new front we would pursue, in 3 minutes. Attendance for all of Panem, was mandatory. My plan would work impeccably; it would because people were predictable. The districts would comply, they'd have to, because I was about to hold something tantalizingly close to them: their freedom. Stepping onto the stage, I began my speech. "Citizens, recently our scientists have discovered a mysterious signal ( the signal being the tribute's trackers) from a galaxy not of our own. From our research, we now know, that it was artificially created. I'm here to announce a new enterprise, we will officially start our space exploration!"

Everyone in the crowd gasped. Good, I thought, I have their attention. Now time to gain the districts' attention. " I am looking for volunteers – district only – to be apart of the crew that will be sent to space . There needs to be a minimum of 50. If I can gather enough volunteers, next year's Hunger Games will canceled."

The Following Day:

I reviewed the list of volunteers. There were 20, and every single one of them were from the 1st and 2nd districts. Sighing, I sent a message to to Caeser Flickerman, telling him to make an announcement to the public; if I can accumulate enough volunteers, I would cancel the Hunger Games, forever. As I expected, I had over a hundred of of people volunteer. The fools, did they really think that I would cancel the Hunger Games?