Sorry I've been gone! I've been working on an independent project! By the end of this week, I promise I will have a minimum of two chapters up!

I was frozen for 19 years. I already knew what happened to the Republic. My force senses told me all that I neededto know. The Republic crumbled and the Empire took its place. During those long years, I found many powers I knew I would need if I were to topple the Empire and restore peace to the galaxy. I spent those 19 years brooding upon what I knew and formulating plans. None of my plans focused on revenge, however. I was still attuned to the Light side, unlike Anakin. I would not let anger overwhelm me. Now I guess you want to know what happened after the hologram. I guess I better tell you.

I walked over to my little spaceship. My craft was hidden by a thick layer of dust and little of Jedi mind trickery. It was a simple Jedi starfighter, one I found in a junk pile on Coruscant. I fixed it up and made it one of the fastest ships in the galaxy, only a few places behind the Millennium Falcon. My favorite addition to the ship, however, was not the speed, nor the warp speed boosters. It was my AI program I created on it. That metallic voice was the only friend I had.

"So, James, what do you know about Yavin 4. Seems like a far out of the way place, just like the Rebellion loves."
"It's a moon of the planet Yavin, whose gravity is too powerful to sustain any form of life. Its moons, on the other hand, are perfect for life."

"I just hope they have food there. I'm almost out. We'd have more if it wasn't for Boba running us down in such a deserted place. I didn't even find another living thing! So, let's put this thing in hyper drive and leave this desert."

"Negative, Rat. The traces of the drive from here would surely alert Boba that something was here. He would just follow the trail to Yavin 4."

"Damn, I hate it when you have a point. Let me guess, a few days of wandering aimlessly until it's safe to meet the Rebellion in person."

"It's like you programmed my thoughts."

"Here's to week of near starvation." I raised an imaginary glass and pretended to gulp it. "Yep, a whole week"

"Here's to a week of constant nagging," the speaker groaned.