Quick note - for those of you that originally read this chapter and saw it was set on Earth, I changed it. The characters form did call for Earth however, due to the fact this is set in a 'long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away' it really bugged me so I changed it to Coruscant.

"Coruscant."

I examine the planet we're approaching. The place where all human life in our galaxy supposedly began, where the process of evolution turned us from microscopic beings into lightsaber-wielding warriors of space.

"This is where it all began."

It all takes my breath away, the simple thought of it.

"Don't you think it's incredible?" I whisper to Bardo, who seems less interested.

"Don't be such a laserbrain. We're here to find a lost Jedi, not to indulge ourselves in the history."

I grunt at him and then turn away, walking over to the ledge I left my tablet on. I reach out to grab it, but feel only air.

"Bardo, where's my tablet?" I ask, crossly folding my arms. He looks at me with confusion then begins to laugh.

"How would I know?" He grins, sitting down.

"Ja-La-Ton!"

Turning around, I see Mak clutching my tablet and furiously scrolling through it excitedly. He seems fascinated by the vast range of characters we could yet recruit.

"Mak, did you take my tablet?" I wink, walking over to retrieve it.

"Mm!" He begins to violently laugh to himself, "Lurdo!"

My eyes widen at this.

"Mak just said his first word!" I screech, finding myself unwillingly jumping up and down while clapping as Bardo comes over to join me. Tarth, too, has swung around in his pilots chair to look at me, and I notice they both have confused looks spread across their faces.

"He said lurdo." I point out, and the confused look doesn't move from their faces.

"Lurdo! Lurdo! Lurdo!" Mak chuckles, clapping to himself. Maybe I should be more insulted that he used an Ewokese insult on me, but the fact my baby – er, I mean the baby Ewok just said his first word is enough to fill me with bundles of joy.

"It's a freaking Ewokese word! It means idiot." I groan, pushing Bardo out of my way and kneeling down in front of Mak to take my tablet back.

"Thanks Makkie." I grin, as he passes it back to me. I open the file Tyrik received from the rest of the Jedi council and then forwarded to me. Recruiting has temporarily come to a standstill while we go to Coruscant to search for the missing Jedi – or should I say trainee. In fact, she was a friend of Bardo's. Charlotte Flannchadh. I examine her file more closesly. Born on Coruscant, which although is the planet we originated on, is somewhat of a rarity these days. Seventeen, a year older than Bardo. Specialises in using the shoto-style lightsaber.

"Where did you say you thought she'd be Bardo?" I ask, handing him the tablet.

"I don't think, I know. She'll be in the outskirts of Coruscant's main metropolis, she was always talking about going back there to find her family one day." He replies with a stern look in his eye as he examines the rest of her profile.

"Find her family? What's that supposed to mean?"

"She didn't murder them did she?" Adriav sneers, twisting around in her co-pilot seat, "I mean, who would do such a thing?"

Both Bardo and I laugh as Adriav turns back in her seat, before Bardo continues.

"No, but it's no secret to anybody that a lot of people in the rural areas don't really accept the whole Jedi thing. Charlotte went to the Jedi academy without even so much as a goodbye to her parents, she was too scared. She's always regretted it though; she's always wanted to go back."

I nod at this revelation. He's right, a lot of people don't agree with what the Jedi order brings, so they pack together and live in the outskirts of cities and follow their own, more old-fashioned religions, and have refused to abide by the truth that is in the Jedi order. They think their old way of like, their simpler way of life is the way to go by, and if they're happy like that, then fine. Just so long as they're okay with living their entire life as a lie.

"Take the shuttle when you're ready. Who's going with you?" Tarth asks, scratching his head as he takes his headset off.

"Bardo, obviously. Tell Tara, Or'osson and Marduk to meet us at the shuttle." I reply, turning to walk to the elevator.

"Ahem."

I turn back around and see an angry looking Adriav giving me a stern look.

"You really think you're doing this without me?" She hisses, standing up and strutting in to the elevator.

"Fine." I groan, "Just so long as you don't scare her off."

"Would I ever?"

The shuttle ride is surprisingly short, and in no time we're on a landing pad in London. Several troopers come to greet us, although it seems more like we're being treated like escaped prisoners. They check us for weapons, and after finding one on every single one of us, force us to hand them over.

"We'll return them when you return to your shuttle." They assure us, although I'm pretty sure that will be too late, still, at least Bardo and I have the force, and the rest of them have some level of hand-to-hand combat skills, as well as Adriav concealing a blade within her high-heeled boot.

"We gonna' split up, mate?" Tara asks me in her distinct accent. I shake my head.

"There's no point. We're not hunting this girl down or anything, we just need to find her. And anyway, we need Bardo to help find her anyway." I reply, not taking my eyes off of the vast skyline of London. People hurriedly scurry past us, suitcases in one hand, their other held to their earpieces.

"I'll be there in a second!"

"Hold the meeting!"

"I don't believe it!"

"Fire her! Fire her now!"

Are among the things we here as we sidestep through the seemingly endless crowds.

"I thought we were going to the outskirts? The farmlands?" Adriav spits, after I restrain her for slitting the throat of the fifth person that bumps in to her.

"This is the outskirts. This whole planet is one huge ball of, well... It's a giant metropolis." I reply. I look to Bardo who seems to be looking through the crowds, hoping one of them is Charlotte.

"This is going to be enjoyable." Or'osson jokes, and Marduk gives him an agreeing nudge.

"Well standing around will get us nowhere. We may as well push through these crowds and hope we bump into her." Tara adds, unzipping her catsuit slightly at the cleavage. I give her a disgusted look at how much of a schutta she's being, but am instantly distracted at to why the hell I just used a Twi'lek word, even in my head. All the work with aliens I'm doing must be rubbing off on me.

"Trust me. It'll get peoples attention. If we've got their attention, we can control them. Well, not literally, but hopefully they'll move." She shrugs, beginning to walk through the crowds with Adriav closely following. I nod at the rest of my group and the rest of us follow suit. Tara was right, she is getting a lot of attention – mostly looks of disgust, but attention nonetheless.

"Where d'you think she'll be?" I ask Bardo, and he raises an eyebrow.

"If I'm honest I'm fearing the worst – no, no she won't be dead or anything, she's one tough cookie, but she always told me how disapproving her family were of the Jedi order. And we've all heard about the street gangs of outcasts here on Coruscant. All the kids prominent in the force live in the dark alleys when their parents throw them out. And then they think they're too much of a freak to join the Jedi order, or even the Sith. It's awful." He sighs, and it's at that moment I notice how mature my brother has become during the few weeks we've been trying to hunt down Asinis. I can't help but grin, which prompts a slight look of anger in his eyes.

"How is that funny?" He growls. I quickly shake my head.

"Not that you little crinker. I'm just proud of you, little brother." I say through grinning teeth, pulling him in to a headlock and ruffling his hair.

"Hey!" He cries, throwing his arms around to try and get out of it. Tara turns around and laughs in pity for him, so I quickly release him.

"You made me look bad in front of the hot chick!" He whispers, laughing.

"Sorry!" I reply, nudging him.

"Beka, we got a problem."

I stop in my tracks after we've been walking around endlessly for around two hours to reply to Tarth through the earpiece.

"What now." I groan, wondering what mischief Mak has been up to now.

"Beka! It's me!" Loyus's voice suddenly says through the earpiece, "Remember when I said Asinis was kidnapping people to continue building an army? I was doing some research as to where his next location would be."

The two of us say the next word together.

"Coruscant."

Out of nowhere, thousands of tri-fighters appear and begin opening fire upon the vast crowds of people. Tara runs in front of me and begins shooting, and I prepare to pull out my lightsaber before realising all of our weapons were confiscated.

"Where the hell is that from!" I shout to her over the sound of blasters and bangers.

"These," She starts, pointing to her cleavage, "Aren't just good for attracting men."

And with that, she returns to shooting. Adriav and Marduk prepare to run back to the shuttle to get our weapons from the guards, quickly looking to me for a nod of approval which I give to them instantly. She throws her knife to Or'osson before she does so, although I'm not sure what good it'll be.

"Charlotte."

I turn to see the direction Bardo begins to run in as I see a group of punk-looking kids emerge from an ally and begin opening fire at the tri-fighters. The girl Bardo is running to looks extremely out of place – with simple long, brown hair and wearing only simple clothes. That must be her.

I draw my attention away from what Bardo is doing and notice a tri-fighter begin to shoot at Tara. I run in front of her instantly and hold up a force barrier, and then blasting it forwards which causes three of the tri-fighters to crash.

"Thanks." She huffs, zipping her cat suit off and running to some metal steps that lead to the roof of a building.

"Follow me!" She shouts, and I don't fail to comply, along with Or'osson. Bardo, Charlotte and the punk kids join us too, and it's only then I see the full assault they're taking upon Coruscant. There must be thousands – hundreds of thousands of tri-fighters, along with several larger ships.

"Tarth, get our ship away from Coruscant. We'll find another way off this planet." I hesitantly say through the earpiece.

"What?! You'll be slaughtered. We're coming down!" He replies.

"No! Get the fuck outta' here!"

"No Beka! I'm not losing you! Loyus, Mak, Tyrik and I are coming down!"

I sigh, preparing to attempt to convince him not to, although just as I'm about to a tri-fighter spots up and begins firing at us.

"Sithspit!" I scream, just as a generator on the roof explodes and sends me flying off of the roof and slamming in to the wall of a nearby building, before falling hard on the ground. I sit up, examining the damage.

"Shit, my wrist!" I hiss to myself, looking at it. It's twisted, most definitely broken. Luckily it's not the hand I use for my lightsaber, although until Adriav and Marduk get back there's not a lot of use that will be. I check my earpiece – broken. Looks like there's no convincing Tarth to stay on the ship. I lift myself up on my good hand, and look around. I'm still deafened from the blast. I have no idea what's happening. It's only then I notice my vision is whited out too.

"Karking hell." I grunt, bending over to try and catch my breath.

"Beka!"

The faint whisper of my brothers voice is enough to snap me to attention.

"Bardo?" I say back just as my vision comes back, noticing the body on the floor in front of me. It takes me a few seconds to notice it was one of the punks – a boy. Dead, looks like he broke his neck when he fell. Tara fell too, and appears to be knocked out, leaning against a wall, although I can see she's breathing.

"Bardo!?" I shout, looking around me.

"Beka look out!" He screams, just as I notice a crowd of Sith enter the alley I fell in to. They look at Tara, and one of them steps forward to finish the deal, turning the lightsaber on and holding it to her throat.

"No!" I scream, dragging every last bit of energy within me and throwing them up in to the air. They fly through the air for several seconds before slamming in to a wall on the other side of the street. I run over to Tara and kneel down, pulling her hair out of her face to examine the damage. Just a slight graze on her back, other than that she's fine.

"Shit."

I look up and see one of the punk girls run over to her dead friend, dropping by his body and beginning to weep.

"Daryl oh no... No, no, no." She cries, grabbing his hand and violently sobbing.

"Bardo, some help would be nice!" I shout up to my brother, who quickly nods and runs down the stairs, along with Or'osson, Charlotte and the rest of the punks. I kneel down beside the girl and her dead friend, putting my hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry." I say, holding my head down.

"He didn't deserve this. He didn't, it should have been me." She weeps.

"None of them dead." I sigh. For now we have enough cover from the fighters, which is more than I can say for the people on the main streets. The bustling crowds have been depleted in to piles of bodies.

"I thought Asinis was building an army?" I say to Bardo after her finally drags his lazy ass down the stairs.

"Your wrist." He gasps.

"Army." I say back, sternly.

"Er – I don't know. That sounds like a Loyus question. Now give me your wrist!" I grimace as I hold my wrist out to him, and he quickly examines it. I grit my teeth when he attempts to pop it back in to place.

"It's broken, not dislocated!" I scream, snatching it back and holding it tightly to try and cover up the extra pain he just added to it. He looks guilty for a second before running over to Tara to try and use his medical expertise – or lack of it on her. I jump to my feet, preparing to fight again. I run out in to the open and am almost mowed down my a low flying tri-fighter, having to duck. The anger at all of the deaths seems to boil something inside of me, something evil, something no Jedi should have.

Hatred.

I scream as I pull my hands backwards and thrust them forwards, and a huge blast of energy from my force powers flies forward, slamming in to every tri-fighter it hits and sending them in to a downward frenzy. I throw my left hand sideways, hitting several more tri-fighters that crash. Or'osson runs out from the ally to examine my handiwork.

"Very impressive Miss Fenn." He grins, running away from me and quickly climbing up a drainpipe, up to a roof, before jumping and flipping in the air, landing on top of a tri-fighter. He pulls out the knife Adriav gave to him and flips to the underneath of the tri-fighter, and stabs the engine before flipping off of it and landing on the ground.

"I'm guessing that's what Miss Fury had wanted to do." He says. I nod in agreement.

"Look out!" Charlotte says, pushing me out of the way of an incoming tri-fighter, as she initiates her lightsaber and thrusts it upwards, slicing in to the engines of the tri-fighter which then crashes.

"There's so many of them." I whisper. I look over at the damage – the entire city has been torn apart. Suddenly, I see six figures running towards us.

"About time!" I shout over to them, as Loyus throws me my lightsaber. Marduk throws Bardo's lightsabers to him and Or'osson too recieves his weapon, Tyrik is about to give Tara her main gun, but upon realising she's knocked out cold, he puts it in a pocket on the inside of his robes.

"What now?"

Suddenly, a Nautolan woman appears out of nowhere and runs over to Tara. Bardo draws his lightsabers, but she pulls out some I.D. and Bardo conceals them again. She looks young – with purple skin and huge black eyes.

"This woman needs to get to the hospital!" She shouts over to me, pulling out a disinfecting wipe from her bag and wiping the wound on her neck.

It may be more serious than we thought.

"Is she going to be okay?" I ask the Nautolan after several hours of being at the hospital.

"She's lucky, we've had much worse injuries today." She replies, extending her hand, "The name is Oona Thano. It's good I found you when I did, your friend wouldn't have made it otherwise."

I nod and shake her hand, shocked at the events of today. The hospital is packed – if there's even a small bit of space there's a bed in it with a patient that already looks dead in it. The punk boy's body has been sent to the morgue and my wrist is in a sling, as well as the minor injuries Or'osson, Bardo and Charlotte got being tended to.

"How exactly are we gonna get off this planet?" Tarth sighs, as we walk down the hospital corridor.

"Tarth, there's are Sith all over this planet. People are unlawfully being killed and we don't even know why. If you're going to work with me there's one thing you have to know." He looks up at me.

"We never walk away."

Can you hear the silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?
Can you feel... can you feel my heart?

Can you help the hopeless?
Well, I'm begging on my knees,
Can you save my bastard soul?
Will you wait for me?

I'm sorry brothers,
So sorry lover,
Forgive me father,
I love you mother.

Can you hear the silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?

Can you feel my heart?

This chapter was named after Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon.

The latest addition to the team is Charlotte Flannchadh - Bardo's friend from the academy who got in with the wrong crowd while on a desperate search for her parents, she was created by Storm229. And another character from this chapter, although you won't find out who till next chapter.

Sorry for not updating yesterday! I was so tired and drained and I just didn't have it in me to write a chapter. Hopefully this chapter makes up for it though! I tried to make it as action packed as I could... Let me know what you think!

For last chapters question I asked who could name as many members of the Jedi council as possible - the winner was KingOfStories01 who named 16!

In last chapters just for fun question I asked Which character would you be most upset to see die in the final assault on Asinis's lair?

Barrett M107: Hmm... Probably Mak, be sad to see such a bundle of joy die.

KingOfStories01: As for guys I'd hate to see die... Mak... it's an Ewok, I'd just mentally be crushed.

Alice the B-Rabbit: Mak and or Tara. It'd be a shame to see another badass chick die

Shadowmaster77: I'd be upset to see Tyrik die. Don't know why I just would be.

Storm229: Well, my character hasn't appeared yet, but I'd be the saddest to see Adriav die (even though I'm a teensy bit afraid of her), because she's just such a dynamic character with a personality that clashes with the others, which is what makes her interesting to read about :)

Rookie756: And hmm... I'm gonna have to say Adriav. She has such an incredible personality it would be a massive waste for her to die!

Looks like Mak is the most common character here, although it appears badass chicks also have an effect on people!

Okay I'll say this again, there was a certain character here with an incredibly small part - their submitter is not submitting and if that certain submitter doesn't get their ass in gear that character will most definitely be dying in the final assault on Asinis's lair. ;)

This chapters question: Who do you think is the other character from this chapter that will join the team?

And just for fun: What is your favourite chapter so far and why?

Also you may notice I'm trying to use more Star Wars terms!

Anyway, this chapter will be continued...

Until next time, goodbyeeeee!