AN: Probably should have mentioned this in the first chapter, but I do not own the rights to Star Wars or Halo.

Chapter 2

Luke stood at the main entrance of the Academy, his gaze fixed on the night sky. He had seen the same dream again. In it, he saw massive ring which exploded, and a floating, metallic eye travelling away from said explosion. He had no idea what the dream meant, no matter how much he meditated on it. He had even asked his wife, Mara, what her take on it was. Sighing, he turned away from the star-filled sky and started to walk back to his quarters. He had only made it a couple of steps when he heard someone humming. He paused, curious. Who could be up and about at this time of night? He reached out through the Force, searching for the source of the noise; there was nothing.

Now on alert, Luke's hand hovered over his lightsaber, ready to draw and ignite it in a moment's notice. He crept towards the direction of the noise, even as the humming drew closer. He noted that there was a synthetic quality to the voice. Perhaps it was only a droid; that would make sense. But after the attack by the Shadow Academy, he was taking no chances. Still, he wondered, how did the intruder get in?

He rounded the corner, and froze. Not five meters in front of him was the drone that had been plaguing his dreams for the past week: the silvery, metallic eyeball, its center glowing blue. The eyeball kept humming, looking around the hallway as it floated closer and closer. It finally took notice of him.

"Oh, hello!" it said in a cheery voice.

Luke blinked at it. "Hello there," he responded cautiously. "If you don't mind my asking, who are you, and how did you get inside the Praxeum?"

"Of course," it replied. "My name is 343 Guilty Spark, former Monitor of Installation 04. I am afraid that I do not know how I arrived to this installation. All I can recall is that I was reactivated here."

"By whom?" Luke asked.

"The young Reclaimer designated as Jaina."

Luke blinked once more. "Jaina reactivated you?"

"Indeed, Reclaimer, and not a moment too soon. This installation is in desperate need of defensive upgrades. I am surprised that you failed to do so, considering the destruction of the original facility."

"The Praxeum is meant to be a school, not a military base."

"Even so, you cannot deny that, given recent history and the Jedi reputation, this installation is a prime target for hostile forces. It would be against protocol for me to permit this installation to remain undefended, Reclaimer." Guilty Spark's gaze settled on the lightsaber in Luke's hand. "Curious. I am detecting an unusual amount of power emanating from that device. What is it, if I may ask?"

Luke looked down at his hand. "This?" he hefted the weapon. "It is a lightsaber; the traditional weapon of a Jedi Knight." He ignited the emerald blade.

"It is not dissimilar from a Sangheili plasma blade," the droid said as he floated closer to examine the lightsaber. "In fact, it seems to be superior to said weapon. Curious; it might even rival a hardlight blade in sophistication."

Luke was about to ask the droid about its comments when a familiar voice called out to him.

"Luke?" Mara began as she eyed the floating eyeball, "Who, or what, is this?"

Guilty Spark spun around to face her. "Greetings!" he said. "My name is 343 Guilty Spark. I am the former Monitor of Installation 04, now presumptive Monitor of Installation Praxeum. I am afraid I have no time to answer further inquiries. This installation's defenses are virtually non-existent: unacceptable. Protocol dictates action!" The droid then turned around and floated past Luke, humming once more.

Mara raised an eyebrow at the retreating form of the self-proclaimed "monitor" and turned to Luke. Fighting a smirk, she asked, "Well, Farm-boy?"

Luke sighed. This was gonna be a long night.

Poor Luke!