A/n: Back to the main story, enjoy!
Yoda is dead.
It was to be expected, given his age, but Luke never thought it would come so soon. The last thing Yoda told him was that he has a sister. But who in the world could that be? Why wasn't this told to him much earlier? An image of Neji appears in his mind. However, Luke doesn't feel like it's her that is his sister. She has darker skin than him and different facial features. Though he does notice her strong force energy. That, he doesn't know why. Maybe she's a daughter of a Jedi? All Neji told him about her paternity is that her mother died when she was young and she never knew her father. Whenever she mentioned him to her mother, her mother would only become sad and give a soft, but dismissive smile.
Leia is probably his sister. Yes...she is, don't ask Luke how he knows, he just does. "Though she's no Jedi, Leia is also strong with the force. I also recognize some of my features on her face, so it makes sense..."
Suddenly, he let out a sharp gasp of pain, placing a firm hand against the middle of his chest. What the hell? Then something more bizarre happened, his eyes start to produce tears. But he isn't crying nor feels any sadness or any kind of negative emotion in general. He doesn't know what's happening, but he refuses to let himself get scared. Maybe it's just his force signature sad about Yoda's death. Who really knows?
It might be just all in his head, at the end of the day.
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Obi-Wan is worried out of his mind.
He goes back to the force world, an afterlife for Jedi, and calls out for Qui-Gon. His old master appears a while later, a bit annoyed. "What is it now, child?! Open your eyes and see that I'm reading! I do not want to be disturbed any more!" Obi-Wan bows his head in apology, "I'm sorry, master. It's just that, Anakin's secret child is in danger and Luke just felt her pain and suffering. But I don't know how to extend my time and talk to Luke. He needs to know, I'm sure-!" Qui-Gon holds out a hand to stop his former padawan in his tracks.
His face grows grim as he listens to the small, childlike voice of the Force. Qui-Gon nods his head once, curtly, and the Force disappears. He older force ghost takes a deep 'breath' and turns to face Obi-Wam. "I just got a message from the force, Obi-Wan." The other force ghost looks at his former master more deeply and immediately has a bad feeling in his stomach. But still...he asks what the message was.
"There is nothing Luke, you, me, or anyone else can do to stop this potential outcome for her. Unless some miracle happens, she will die. Like the Mandalorians say as their mantra...this is the way."
Obi-Wan huffs out in defeat, but accepts the decision. "This is the way."
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Kairo sees the guy. But it so happens that the guy is in trouble. He watches as soldiers arrest him and roughly push him along towards the ship. Both parties quickly got inside, with only the soldiers coming out again. "Man, these lowlifes are pathetic. They hog all the money and don't pay any taxes. It's literally so easy!" Kairo's lips curl downwards as he shakes his head from his hiding spot. These soldiers think it's so easy because they never had to pay taxes. They will almost never feel what's like to always having to save money and work long hours just to survive. These types of soldiers will never know what's like to struggle, to be poor, and suffer.
However, Kairo has a problem. Should he let the empire get the guy? If so, how will Kairo get the money that Rudolph wants? Kairo sighs quietly and closes his eyes, "Now that I think about it...it's just money. I might not torture the guy, but it's best to save him. The empire will treat him much worse than Rudolph and I, that's for sure. Yes...it's settled." He pulls up his mask to cover the lower half of his face, including his nose. He makes sure his eyes are clean and not bothering him before putting on gloves and taking out a small case. Opening it to reveal black eye contacts. Kairo carefully takes them out and puts them in his eyes one by one. Once it was secure and comfortable, Kairo closes the case and puts it away somewhere before taking out a small drone, turning it on and setting some commands. Gently throwing it to the sky and letting it fly and do its thing.
"At this moment, there are no clear signs of danger or potential enemies around. You may proceed with caution." The drone says directly in his ear piece. Kairo takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and looks around one more time with his own eyes, before concluding that it's safe at the moment. He then quickly but quietly runs to the opening of the ship, with the drone going into camouflage and following him. He holds himself back from letting out a sharp gasp, in awe of the largeness of the ship and all its weaponry and technology.
"That guy had some nerve, not paying his taxes and fighting us on top of that. I'm glad to put him in solitary confinement, that'll teach him." Says one soldier marching with another one. Kairo quickly hides himself behind some big walls close to him. The drone quietly flies to the front of the man and scans for anything that can help find the guy Kairo is looking for. Kairo silences his portable device before taking it out and turning it on, watching on the screen of the drone showing an envelope with lots of information. Kairo cheers inside his head and types commands for the drone, who soon scans the guy and records his voice. Sending the information to Kairo. He slowly sits on the ground and keeps watch as he goes to a tab where it shows many lines that is shape together like a face. He types somethings in and messes with the diagram by adding colors and other details. He then zips the file containing the voice box and and connects it to the face. He then presses 'submit' and the screen magically transforms it to the exact face of the soldier the drone scanned.
Kairo soon looks up and notices that the soldier is now by himself and far away from his other colleagues. Kairo smirks and presses the button where sparkles suddenly appear for a short while; ending with the face mask falling gracefully into his free hand. He saves the data and turns off the device, putting it away. Kairo soon sneaks up to soldier from behind before quickly striking, silencing the soldier and making him unconscious for a while. Slowly and carefully laying him down somewhere that's not so easily obvious. Kairo strips everything off the soldier and takes off his own clothes, putting on the clothes of the soldier, the badge, and face mask. "Here is all the information about the soldier, his position, his number, what he is currently ranked at and his current assignment. If you need more information, contact me or go to that envelope in his pocket." The drone informs Kairo through the ear piece.
He takes out the envelope, carefully and neatly opens it and takes out the small stack of papers folded. He spreads them out and looks for the name of the friend and their cell number. "...Bingo!" Kairo whispers in the soldier's voice. He creates his face mask and puts his clothes on the unconscious soldier. Once the creation is complete and appears in Kairo's hand, he places it on the soldier's face. Then he stands up goes on his way.
...Cllllick! CRASH!
The lights suddenly turn off and the ship collapses. Kairo could feel the drone going back to him and turning off, informing him that it can't operate so good in the dark, which limits their abilities. Kairo curses to himself just as his communicating device buzzes before a male's voice comes on. "Lieutenant, turn on your flashlight and go downstairs to the basement to help oversee operations to repair the ship and turn on the majority of the power that's off right now. We have a little left to at least communicate and track you for a while."Kairo quietly sighs in annoyance, but asks, "Okay, I understand sir. But if I may ask, how long it might take to fix this ship?" The man grunts.
"I don't know, maybe a week? Or a month even. We will see what can be done. Now go do your duty."
Kairo is secretly seething inside, the whole plan is on its way to be ruined! He may know enough of the soldier he's portraying as to survive for a while, but not enough for the potential longterm! "...Yes sir. On my way now."
Shit...SHIT!
A/n: Hey everyone, happy Black History Month! As usual, thank you for reading this story and supporting it so far despite it probably having some spelling/grammar/syntax mistakes that slipped through my overview before publishing, and so on. I have a quick announcement. Unless I change my mind of course, we have now entered the last stretch of this book. There are five chapters left, six if you include the epilogue. Take care and stay safe, thank you again! Until next time(which may or may not be soon, who knows)!