We HAD no choice but to go. After I awoke, thankful they were not. Fearful, they were. Dangerous they became. DragonDen was exposed, with many of us dead, and I felt the power to save them from the brink swell within, but it was inside of a dark mist. It was claimed by the Dark Side. So, I turned away, shaking the last of Stephen's cold off. It was time to move forward. Years and we left. Not just Earth, not even the Milky Way. The world our ship landed was one of wonders. For years DragonDen had been building a ship to conquer the stars should we ever need to escape. We had made it only for Mars, but why stop? On we went, everyone sleeping in cryo. Years passed, and all the time I meditated. The secrets of the Force strummed through me, and with everyday I felt the wisdom and power grow. I was not physically strong, but I very versed in the Force. It told me of the Dark Side, it's twisted twin. Of how to use my power objectively, for the betterment of all, not just for selfish purposes. And the years mellowed me. I learned to think before acting. At last, the fuel levels in the ships, as well as the cryopod nutrients began to run low. We had no choice but land on a massive world. Upon landing, everyone was awakened, and we departed, strapping our guns over our shoulders and remaining food supplies on our backs. We would either die out here in this world, or thrive. Either way, we were not spending anymore time on the Peagusus.

Flamboyant flocks of birds zipped across the sky, which showed three suns. Each gaze at the sky filled me with wonder, but only on the outside. Inside, deep in the force I felt the danger coming closer. Shiva sensed my apprehension and moved closer. "Master Yoda?"

I scowled at the foreboding feeling I had as well as Shiva. I did not own anyone, they simply followed; I was no one's "master." I replied, "Darkness is coming. Go we must." I began to walk, groaning as my old leg wound threatened to split them limb in half. Years had not repaired the muscle, not when Dark Energy seeped into the wound along with electrons. Quickly Shiva lent me a walking stick of his. I smiled at it. "It's too tall."

"Use your ingenuity Yoda."was his answer. I gave it a split second of thought, and then sliced the thing down to my height with Ravage. Shiva nodded approvingly and then gazed up to see Aresole sprinting towards us at full speed. I had stowed my blade inside the stick and propped myself on it by the time he made it, and tired was he. "Big Daddy we have a problem. It turns out we're surrounded by water on this place." "An island?" Was Drizzle's question. Aresole nodded. "And the water here is acidic, sulfuric acid levels by the look of my empty clip." He showed us the remains of his N5SC Tactical BattleRifle Cartridge, forged from stainless steel. Any part that came in contact was either gone, burned, or gloopy. He chucked it away. "And I tested some of the bark to see if we could make a raft, the wood, or whatever it is burst into flames instantaneously."

Mouse groaned, "So were stuck on this place. Damn do I miss Earth..." Shiva at that moment took notice of me looking skyward. He moved to my side. "What do you sense?"

I pointed upwards as a massive ship, made for the depths of space, came hurtling through the clouds. Its layout was jagged, and riding on it's top was the person I knew was alive, even as I watched him die.

It was Drake. From this distance, it was apparent that his status as a Sith Lord has grown. A dark cape billowed out behind him while a sinister mask clung tight to his face. Ancient battle armor of some sort covered all of his body, including his hands, in which two single light saber hilts emanated vicious red light. At the sight of us, he clicked the hilts together and brandished a double bladed light saber. As if choreographed, hundreds of black figures leaped out, wires fastening them to the ship as they descended. Using the Force, Drake bellowed, "Yoda, your end has come!"

I simply draw my light saber. Every moment without him, all the memories together, they were things to draw on. My strength. I glanced at Shiva, who drew his own light saber, and at Drizzle, who had already ignited hers. Aresole drops to one knee and takes an expert aim. Silently, his Battle Rifle fires the first shot in the war that reverberates to this day. Everyone was ready, I just had to say the word. Only, I've never been good with words. Instead, Ravage roared.