I'M Back, and I'm not stopping everyday until this story is done. And then all the others. So sorry for the hold-up, but I had the chapter finished, and forgot to save. I was heartbroken, and now without any more apology, Rise of the Jedi!- LLL

The air was too stuffy, the sun too bright, his clothes too constricting. Drake suddenly stopped with the mental whining, he was starting to sound like Mouse! No way in hell that could ever happen. It suddenly occurred to him that he shouldn't be alive, not with a lightsaber having pierced his abdomen. He slowly looked down to cushion the shock of his disfigured torso, but a clean, black T-shirt was on him. Lifting it up with shaking fingers, his skin was smooth, bearing no scars. Drake stared at the miracle for but a while longer before he heard the lock in the door clink. With practiced fluidity, Drake returned to a resting posture as if he was still unconscious, even slowing down his heartbeat. But he could sense that a man, quite young, perhaps 25, had entered the room. The aura exhibited was white, free of inner turmoil and sin.

The man was a monk.

The monk moved closer, sweeping the floor with slow, rhythmic brushes. It was the type of thing an unrestrained soul would become crazy doing, the monk was purposely cleaning slowly. As he made his way to Drake's bed, two things grazed the Jedi. First: Was this really an ordinary monk or was he some kung-fu dude like in the old Shaw Brothers movies? And Two: What would he do if he got past him?

Only one way to find out. Drake sprung off the bed and bolted for the door, only to have his path blocked by two men who just slipped into the room. Both held weird staffs that stood 7 feet tall, and had tassels at the end of each side. Drake scoffed. "You're both actually going to attack me with Nimbus 2000s?" The men's thumbs both sunk into their staffs, and angry blue lightning fizzed out the sides. Drake flinched and slowly retreated back a few paces. "Okay...so those are not ordinary broomsticks. You've somehow managed to weaponize and mobilize Tesla Coils. Impressive." The monk behind Drake chuckled, but he continued sweeping. Drake stood straight on his right leg, and planted his left leg in front of him at a 45 degree angle. He brought his hands up, and with a yell sent the two people flying. The men grunted as they soared through the air and against the walls behind before they collapsed to the ground, unconscious. The staffs turned off and rolled lifelessly. Drake exhaled and glanced at the monk, who was looking at him with a wry expression. "What?" Drake asked.

The monk just smirked."Your strength is already returning. That is good. Follow me." He strolled towards the door, and out without waiting. After a slightly hint of indecision, Drake followed, confident he could handle any other surprises.

The halls of the monastery were breathtaking. Pots the size of cement cylinders housed plants so big they could easily be the cousins of those in the Amazon. Miniature waterfalls of sparkling white water ran down the walls, and vivid, painted images of warriors and historic scenes were weaved into the golden-yellow whole history of the area was depicted, carried on from numerous generations of monks. Drake followed his guide, awestruck at the amount of detail around him. The monastery felt alive, with sunlight gleaming through massive, open glass windows. The monk turned around.

"Drake, how much do you hate Crislin Dunnovoocha?" he asked, blinking very slowly. Apparently everything about this monk was paced.

"Enough that I'd give my life if it meant I could see the darkness drain out of his first."

The monk smiled quickly before he turned back around. "That may be arranged soon..." he pushed open another door, and Drake was entreated to largest room yet. Green vines laced across the ceiling while bushes encircled the perimeter. In the middle were at least 1000 monks, all clothed in the same acid-green robes, heads bowed in prayer. In front of them was an assortment of statues and honey-lavender incense, filling the room with a strange energy. in the center of the roof was a hole which let the sun shine down on a raised altar. To both sides were hundreds of senior monks, as well as scorpions and other arachnids. Drake stared at the thousands of assembled creatures, almost like an army. The monks finished their bow, but stayed seated, eyes now glued onto the altar. Drake nudged his guide.

"What is your name?" The monk did not turn, eyes also glued to the altar. "All will be revealed soon Drake. Let Yoda explain first."

Drake frowned. "Who the hell is Yoda?" The monk raised his pencil-line-drawn thin eyebrows and twitched his lips. "I think you'll recognize him a bit. Now please silence yourself, the show is about to begin."

Big Daddy's Point of View-

It was time to begin. I gripped my staff a little bit harder, restrengthening my resolve. In the last half year, I had to hide, I've had to forget. I've had to sacrifice my whole life, my friends, everyone I'd ever known so I could save them, restart. These people trusted me, and I would have to not only trust them, or their skills.

I'd have to trust myself.

A tiny nip of encouragement to my ear from Seberus, and I smiled. I was being silly. Here and now, I had an army of those ready to change the world. They were in control of their emotions, just as Dunnovoocha's Predators were. Now, it was time tell them what was to come. With Seberus on my shoulder, I stepped into the light.

"Hello. I am Yoda, and I am not your solution. I am a tool. We ALL, are a tool. The world will use us even though we think these actions independent of any control. If we die, it was because you have done all you can, not because you were not good enough. A tool cannot exceed its expectations, I hope that Dunnovoocha will not break us, otherwise he will win. And the Earth cannot wait for another savior. Good luck, and with the speed of god, succeed we will."

Third Person-

Yoda broke from his speech, and the monks quietly dispersed. The movement of thousands of individuals being utterly silent was off, as if something was utterly wrong with the world. Within half a minute, all the men and women were gone except for Drake, Yoda, and the anonymous guide. The atmosphere was unfamiliar, tense. For the first time in his life, Yoda was unsure. Would Drake accept him, or find him to different to relate to him as a friend? Yoda cleared his throat, and the guide backed up into the shadows. Leaping off his stand, Yoda landed on the floor. Drake glanced at his guide for a quick second, and then back at Yoda.

"What are you?"

Yoda raised an eyebrow. "Understand the question, I do not. What am I? Or what have I become?"

It was Drake's turn to be perplexed. "You weren't always like this?"

Yoda took a step forward. "Like what Drake? What am I like?"

Drake shrugged. "Well you were never human. I mean, the way you speak, your height, ability to talk with arachnids..."

Yoda reached for his waist. Drake automatically became wary, and held out a hand of warning. "Do we know each other?" he asked carefully. Yoda drew his light-saber, and with a flash green light bathed the room. Drake's eyes enlarged to twice their normal size, and he began to shake. Memories came back like a torment. The detachment, the surrealism of being ran through by energy, the slight buzz and cold empty feel as all his nerves instantly vaporized. Yoda barred his teeth and then smiled. "You once told me that you would not lose if we fought again,"

Yoda reached into his cloak, and tossed other light-saber to Drake's feet. Drake tried to speak, but his hands reached for the weapon at the same time. Meanwhile the guide just stared, curious about how the fight would commence, and play out.

The fire in Yoda's eyes did not subside, but further flare up as Drake turned on a bright yellow blade.

"Time for Round 2 then, Big Daddy..."