Well, you're still reading, so this story can't be that bad. Thank you all for your patience and support. It is definitely a good feeling to know that people are willing to read your work, even when you're still learning. Hugs out to all of you! I'm sorry this didn't come out for a while: I've been procrastinating a bit, though it could be worse.
-SilverConsular
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They'd been able to jump out of the car a moment before it exploded.
"Get behind me!" Summer's father was shouting, but she was too shocked to comprehend what he was saying.
How had they come so fast? What was she going to do? The whole planet was now in danger, and it was somehow her fault. Where was-
"Summer!" Alice was screaming. "Get down!"
She dove off the side of the road. She slid downhill a bit on the ice, but was able to stop herself.
Her father was watching the sky in disbelief. "Impossibile! Summer, do you recognize that?"
Summer saw no point in denying it. "That's a tie fighter, dad." It further confirmed what Ashara had told her earlier. "I'm...sorry. It's my fault that it's here."
"Your fault?" Alice thundered. "How could it be your fault? It's probably some terrorist or a...I don't know, enemy...person."
"I have to get off Earth." Summer ignored her friend, slipping further downhill. "Quick, we need to find Ms. Gallwood."
Something hit her shoulder. "Ouch!" she yelped, spinning around. A shot had barely missed her, coming close enough to singe her hair. And her shoulder, apparently. Why couldn't that empire just leave her hair and her shoulder alone?
"Summer!" at least her pain had brought her dad out of his stupor.
"Dad!" She whipped around. "What?"
"You have to get off Earth? Are you out of your senses? Tell me what's going on!" Antonio Montenari wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"We don't have time!" she replied. "We need to find Ash-I mean, Ms. Gallwood."
She ducked behind a tree, avoiding another round of fire.
Wow, Tie Fighters are loud! she observed with a groan. She noticed that the fire tended to end up closer to her father and Alice than herself.
"But first, we have to escape that thing." she stated, shaking a bit at the idea that she was suddenly up against a tie fighter.
Her father stared at her like she was crazy. "Summer, why did you say this was your fault?"
It felt like they had been standing there forever, though it was probably only a moment. She hoped her eyes could convey her message: I'm scared. I need help. Her father looked helpless however. She didn't blame him. A minute ago, everything had been normal. Now, his car had been destroyed by something that wasn't supposed to exist.
The revelation that Star Wars was real and that she had the Force was unnerving her a bit as well.
What could she do against that fighter, though? Her father could call the police, but they wouldn't stand a chance. Besides, they were probably already on there way, maybe even with some larger secret government division. But she had to do something.
It was hopeless, but she barked out an order to her shocked companions. "Call the school! Get Ms. Gallwood!"
They stared at her for a moment. "My phone was lost when the car…" her father started. She started to panic, despite the fact that she knew that she shouldn't.
"There's no need for that, young one." Ashara's voice was behind her, and Summer spun around.
"H-how?" she asked.
"There's no time for explanations. We have to get you all out of here. My car is back that way." Ashara jabbed a finger behind her, then pressed something into her hand. She looked down, confused.
Oh. The car keys.
Something silver glinted in Ashara's hand. Summer glanced that spark, then grinned as she realized what it was. "Thank you." she gave a short bow, dodging the green blasts. A pillar of blue flame was ignited, and Ashara was suddenly several meters away.
"She's distracting them." Summer pointed out. "Let's go!"
"That's Ms. Gallwood, but-but...?"
"Yes! She's a Jedi! Now let's go!" this was starting to get ridiculous. She could see the car. It was just a small dot, but they had to get there.
"Let's run!" she waved to the others. "And will you stop staring at her lightsaber? You'll have plenty of time to do that later!" She wondered if she was trying to tell that to herself as well. For an initiate, Ashara seemed quite good with the blade. She must have found a way to train here, even without her masters.
She turned, treading as fast as she dared through the snow.
"You can do this!" she yelled through the cold, not sure who she was yelling to. "Just hold on!"
In the corner of her eye, she spied Ashara as she distracted the Tie pilot-whoever it was. It took every ounce of her self-control not to stop and stare at the elegant fighting style, the way that the once-jedi was able to deflect every attack with apparent ease. Then again, there was a reason that the lightsaber was one of the coolest science fiction inventions in history. To see it come to life was breathtaking, and every Star Wars fan's dream come true.
Luckily, Ashara's distraction had worked. By the time they had got to the car and hidden inside, the Tie fighter was scanning the field for its former targets. Ashara's lightsaber had mysteriously disappeared, the Jedi with it. Sighing with relief, Summer peeped out from her hiding spot. She let out a small squeak when she found hazel eyes staring back at her with amusement.
You can unlock the car, you know. The thought ran through her head as if it was her own.
"Sorry!" she whispered, clicking the button on the keys. The tie fighter was still scanning the field, but wouldn't be for long. She worried that the car's interior lighting would go off, but apparently, that worry wasn't needed. By the time they were on the road, The fighter was only a speck in the distance.
"You needn't be so tense." Ashara laughed. She sobered. "Besides, it is those exact emotions that are causing those disturbances."
"I'm sorry." Summer mumbled.
"Excuse me!" It seemed that her father had found his voice at last. "But my daughter is scaring me, you're talking as if-as if some fairy story is real, and you're talking to Summer like she...like she…" he glanced at Alice for help.
"Don't look at me!" her friend said. "I knew that Summer was Star Warsie. It was only a matter of time before she decided to break the laws of reality and prove that it's real."
"You seem calm about this." Ashara observed.
Alice cringed. "Oh, no. I'm freaking out, actually. Who knew that my science teacher could kick butt and look good while doing it?"
"A Jedi does not seek-"
"Yeah, yeah, there is no commotion, there is peas, and all that." Alice sighed. Summer longed to correct her, but somehow, she knew that this wasn't the time. "I get enough of that from-"
"What's going on?" her father demanded. "Why was that thing after us?"
"It appears that I spoke to your daughter a bit too late about this. Her sensitivity to the Force has been sending shockwaves." Ashara sighed. "I just thought that we'd have more time."
"My daughter has the Force?" Antonio Montanari's tone clearly pronounced his disbelief. Summer glanced in the rearview mirror.
"It's true, dad." she told him. "That thing that happened in the dance? I accidentally used the Force to push Ian away from me. I didn't even touch him. It's why Ms. Gallwoo-Ashara decided to speak to me."
"You used the Force on Ian?" Alice asked. "Cool! Maybe next time, you can Force Suggest him!"
Summer shot Alice a look, but she felt the corners of her lips betraying her amusement at the suggestion.
"So…" her dad was clearly still struggling to see exactly what was happening here. "Is my daughter safe?"
Before Ashara could respond, Summer answered him. "Of course I'm not safe, dad! But I caused these disturbances. I need to fix this as well as I can, and Ashara can help me do it."
He was taken back by the ferocity in her voice.
"Careful, Summer," Ashara warned. "Control your passions, or they'll control you."
"Has being on earth taught you nothing?" Summer asked. "Emotions...you know what, nevermind."
She turned away. "Where are we going?"
Ashara looked thoughtful. "I didn't think that far ahead. I'm working on making us scarce right now. But at least try to keep yourself calm. We definitely don't need another disturbance, especially with that dark sider here."
She shivered. "The tie pilot, right?"
Ashara nodded, keeping her eyes on the road. "A commotion that the tie fighter caused is bound to get the government's attention. We need to keep them from getting involved, otherwise…" she swallowed. "People could die."
"Wouldn't it be best to get some help?" Summer asked.
Ashara shook her head. "I already thought about that. You're the help."
"Me?" Summer immediately protested. "But I-"
"Am perfect for the job." Ashara pointed out. "You already know a lot of theory about the Jedi and the Force. That theory just needs to be directed. With a bit of training, and…" Ashara eyed her bony elbows. "Ah...physical activity, you could definitely grasp the basics."
Summer sighed. "Oh, alright. I doubt that will happen overnight, though."
"Which is why you will let me lead." Ashara ordered, turning the steering wheel sharply. "I think I know where we're going now."
"Great." Alice said from the back. "I feel so safe now that we're with miss Jedi over here." She waved a hand over her father's face. Her father appeared to be in deep contemplation.
"I am glad you feel that way." Ashara answered. "Many things are about to happen, and all of us are about to be apart of it."
She pulled into the parking lot.
"We're at the Police Station." Summer observed.
"Yes." Ashara answered, putting on the breaks.
"Well." Alice sighed. "I guess I'm not going home. My parents are going to be worried."
No one heard her.
