Marcus sat among old books and scrolls that described the Jedi way of life in the dimly lit study room of Castle Caladan. Encased in the gentle radiance of holographic images and flashing holocrons, he studied the complicated process of making a lightsaber.

The books described the precise artistry required to make the lightsaber, a graceful weapon, the kyber crystal, which combines with the Force to generate the bright blade and unique hum of the weapon. In an attempt to comprehend the connection between the bearer of the kyber crystal, Marcus carefully studied every word and illustration.

Motivated by the insights gained from the books, Marcus set out to explore a large cave tucked away in Caladan's rough cliffs. He heard whispers around Caladan, that the rare kyber crystals were hidden deep down the cave, brilliant jewels vibrating with the Force.

Marcus made his way through the winding passages of the cavern, relying on his Force sensitivity for guidance. The deeper he went, the more the air got heavy with expectation and respect for the ancient force concealed in the crystals.

Finally, in a room filled with ghostly light, Marcus found the glistening kyber crystals, each pulsing with unique energy. He approached them carefully, feeling the hidden might in these priceless stones.

Marcus stretched out and made a connection with the Force using a steady hand and a concentrated mind, letting its direction take him to the crystal that spoke to his heart. A feeling of peace enveloped him as his palm hovered over a crystal that was glowing a calm azure as if there had been some kind of unspoken agreement between the crystal and him.

After obtaining the kyber crystal, Marcus made his way back to Castle Caladan. He gathered all the parts he needed to make his own lightsaber, including a hilt case, focusing lenses, power cells, and other small parts that were carefully described in the Jedi instructions.

Marcus carefully put the parts together in the inner chamber of his workshop, each one reflecting a lesson he had learned. The air was filled with the crackle of electricity and the buzz of machinery as he worked carefully to create the hilt, inserting the kyber crystal into its centre.

Marcus worked relentlessly for hours before finally seeing his creation—a lightsaber that represented his link to the Force. He struck the blade, and a brilliant blue beam shot out, filling the workplace with a calm brightness.

Marcus was filled with a sense of honour and achievement as the blue blade buzzed with strength. His lightsaber vibrated with a powerful force that mirrored the knowledge of the Jedi teachings, a symbol of his commitment and comprehension of the Force.

Now that he had built a lightsaber, Marcus felt prepared and full of purpose. There had been a major advancement on his path to accepting his fate as a Force user. A new chapter in his adventure began with the blade's buzz, which echoed his determination.

TIME SKIP

The Caladan Castle is empty and the flag of the Atreides family is being removed. Servants lower a mounted bull's head into a case, Leto and Jessica look on. Marcus and Paul join them to say goodbye, weeping and embracing them. Jessica tears up and Leto comforts her, Marcus and Paul join them. The bullhead's case is being closed.

Paul stands on a windy beach, looking up at the Atreides fleet taking leave of its home world. He takes a knee to curl his fingers into the water and looks out across the sea at the sun sinking below the horizon. It is his last sunset in the land of his birth. He then sets off to find his brother.

Marcus found peace on a remote mountaintop in Caladan, where the rich vegetation and calm breeze made for a peaceful setting for his meditation. He tried to ground himself and connect with the Force that flowed through him with closed eyelids and a peaceful mind.

Marcus was deeply contemplative as he felt the ebb and flow of energy all around him. Knowing that soon their life would be disrupted and the barren dunes of Arrakis would take the place of their home's productive grounds, he savoured these peaceful times.

Suddenly, Marcus was jolted from his reverie as Paul's voice cut through the stillness of the air. "Marcus!" Paul called out, his tone urgent yet tinged with excitement.

Opening his eyes, Marcus instinctively caught his falling lightsaber mid-air, its familiar weight comforting in his grasp. He stood up and turned to face his twin brother, curious about the interruption.

Marcus: What is it?

Paul: We are leaving for Arrakis now. Mother and Father are waiting for us down at the docking bay

Marcus nodded, a feeling of both trepidation and readiness flowing through him. He was aware that their trip to Arrakis would be a watershed moment for them both and a step towards their common destiny.

As Paul's gaze wandered to the weapon still clutched in Marcus' hand, his curiosity grew.

Paul: What is that?

Marcus smiled, a flicker of pride shining in his eyes.Marcus: This, is a lightsaber. A weapon of a Jedi Knight and a Sith Lord. Not as clumsy or random as a knife or blaster. An elegant weapon, for a more civilised age.

Marcus replied, activating the lightsaber showing Paul the blue blade, then deactivating and extending it towards Paul by using the Force

Marcus: I have been building it over the past few weeks, channelling my focus and energy into its creation.

Paul reached out, gingerly taking the hilt of the lightsaber. He marvelled at its craftsmanship, its elegant design.

Paul: It's incredible. How did you learn to construct it?

Marcus chuckled softly.

Marcus: I delved into the ancient texts and teachings, studying the ways of the Jedi and the Sith. I wanted to understand the art of the lightsaber, to possess a weapon that embodies both power and responsibility.

Paul's gaze shifted between the lightsaber and his brother, admiration evident in his eyes.

Marcus: We will face many challenges on Arrakis. But with this, and our combined strengths, we will forge our path and shape our destiny.

Marcus and Paul accepted the significance of leaving Caladan as they stood on that mountaintop, the light spreading long shadows across the scene. With their hearts unified and their brains tuned to the calling out of their connected fates, they would go into the unknown carrying the memories of their home and the abilities they had developed.

TIME SKIP

The Atreides flagship is arriving at a spaceport with miles of concrete landing pads and hangars. Hundreds of Arrakeen natives have turned out to watch the Atreides arrive, huddling in the shade of the fences. The largest ship is in view.

Leto, Jessica, Marcus, Paul, and Gurney stand in darkness in the ship's landing bay waiting for the gangway to open. An Atreides officer orders them to open the gangway.

The guards activate their shields and Jessica reaches for Leto, who squeezes her hand in his. A seam of light opens and the gangway lowers to the tarmac. They all squint in the sunlight and gasp at the blast furnace air.

Gurney: "My lungs taste the air of Time, Blown past falling sand..."

The Atreides brothers stare into the blazing day. A new world before them.

The Atreides legions are marching out of troop carriers and forming, an impressive force in combat gear with light armour, helmets, swords and daggers.

Engulfed by dust, a familiar silhouette welcomes them, Thufir Hawat. He smiles as Paul steps forward to clasp his forearms fondly.

Paul: Thufir Hawat

Hawat: Young master! How does it feel to walk on a new world?

Paul: Exciting to say the least

Hawat hugs Paul, hugs Marcus. Bows to Jessica. Clasps forearms with Leto.

Leto: How are you, old friend?

Hawat: My Lord, my advance team has secured the city. We're still smoothing out a few rough spots.

In comparison to the Atreides in their spotless uniforms, the crowd is a collection of strangers.

Hawat leads Marcus, Paul and Jessica to Duke Leto's personal ornithopter, which is both luxurious and powerful. Outside the fences, a cheer is heard.

Hawat: Don't be fooled by the welcome. They follow their old masters' rules. Mandatory attendance. That's Harkonnen love out there.

Some of the crowd point at Jessica, Marcus and Paul shouting with religious fervour. Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib! Paul frowns.

Leto and Gurney head to the Atreides troops, aligned under the shadow of war frigates. They greet the division commander, clasping arms and smiling like brothers. Leto turns to look over the men, and an expectant hush hangs in the air. Gurney's voice rings out.

Gurney: Atreides

The troops respond with an exuberant cry and powerful horns from the top of the frigates, creating a powerful military machine on Arrakis. This is a new power on Arrakis.

Hawat takes a seat beside the pilot. Marcus, Paul and Jessica sit in the back.

Hawat: Let's get you out of the sun. The heat can kill in this place.

As the engines spin up, Paul stares out at the crowd.

Paul: They were pointing at us. What are they shouting?

Marcus: Lisan al-Gaib. Voice from the Outer World. It's their name for messiah.

Jessica: It means the Bene Gesserit have been at work here.

Paul: Planting superstitions.

Jessica: Preparing the way Paul. These people have waited for centuries for the Lisan al-Gaib. They see you and your brother, they see the signs.

Paul: They see what they've been told to see.

Jessica's faith in her son is unwavering, even in the face of danger.

Hawat: We're good to go

The ornithopter lifts off from the spaceport and a squadron of ornithopter gunships lifts off with them. As they rise, they see the vastness of the desert and a giant rocky rampart in the distance. Paul and Marcus marvels at the sight of Arrakeen, a low, sprawling metropolis of sloping concrete with occasional spires of carved stone. The ornithopter and its escorts converge on the Residency, a brutalist palace of sloping concrete planes in the centre of the city. Twenty Date Palm Trees stand in the courtyard.

Hawat: Shield wall. Protects the city from the weather and the worms.

Thufir Hawat, Marcus, Paul and Jessica walk in with guards to a lofty balcony overlooking Arrakeen. Paul stands in a beautiful room with a bed that has a carved headboard of an Asian-styled relief of fish in swirling waters. A shaft of sunlight fills the room with gold. He gazes out the window at the alien skyline of Arrakeen and sees spice particles dancing in the wind. He walks down a corridor decorated with a fresco of a Sandworm among rolling dunes and is amazed by it.

Marcus found himself standing in front of his new quarters, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty coursing through him.

Marcus inhaled deeply and pushed open the elaborate wooden door, exposing a large room decorated with elaborate tapestries and artefacts that had travelled from Caladan. A golden glow filled the room as the warm desert sun's rays peaked through the window.

Marcus stepped inside, his eyes surveying the space that would become his sanctuary amidst the unforgiving sands of Arrakis. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for Caladan, but he knew that this new chapter in his life held the promise of adventure and discovery.

As he began to unpack his belongings, carefully placing his books, holocrons, and personal keepsakes on the shelves, Marcus let his thoughts drift to the vast desert that stretched beyond his window. The windswept dunes called to him, their secrets waiting to be unravelled.

He knew that his destiny was intertwined with the mysterious Fremen, the desert dwellers who held a deep connection to the land. The vision Paul had seen, the glimpse of himself among them, fuelled his curiosity and drove him to learn more.

Lost in contemplation, Marcus was interrupted by a knock on the door. He turned to find Paul standing there, a mixture of excitement and weariness etched on his face.

Paul: I wanted to check on you, see how you're settling in.

Marcus offered a warm smile, grateful for his brother's presence amidst the chaos of their new surroundings.

Marcus: I'm getting there, this room feels like a haven, amidst the unfamiliarity.

Paul nodded, his gaze drifting around the room.

Paul: It's important that we find our place here. Our time on Arrakis will test us in ways we can't yet imagine.

Marcus mirrored his brother's nod, appreciating the unspoken bond that connected them.

Marcus: I know, and we must be prepared for those tests otherwise, we should've stayed back on Caladan.

As the Atreides brothers stood in that room, a sense of unity and purpose settled upon them. They were ready to embrace the challenges that awaited them in the vast expanse of the desert, to learn from its people and unravel the mysteries that lay hidden within its arid embrace.

With renewed determination, Marcus resumed unpacking his belongings, his mind already turning to the adventures that awaited him beyond the confines of his new room. The journey on Arrakis had just begun, and he was ready to immerse himself in its rich tapestry of secrets and revelations.

Paul walks into a courtyard with two rows of tall palm trees under the brutal sun. He touches one of the trees, looking at its fronds moving slowly in the wind. He notices a few people pressing against the fence, gazing at the trees, praying, and some shout at him, "Lisan Al Gaib! Lead us to paradise!"

Residency Gardner: You shouldn't be outside at this hour of the day.

Paul: What about them?

Residency Gardner: Pilgrims. They don't care about heat strokes.

Paul: I didn't know date palms could be found here.

Residency Gardner: These aren't indigenous. Imported a long time ago. They can't survive without me! Each one of these drinks every day the equivalent of five men. Twenty palm trees. A hundred lives.

Paul: Should we remove them? Save the water

Residency Gardner: No! These are sacred. Old dream.

TIME SKIP

Paul sat cross-legged in his room, surrounded by a holo-cron, delving deep into the lore and legends of the Fremen. The holo-cron seemed to come alive as he listened and watched closely, his mind absorbing the rich tapestry of their history, customs & the "Sand Walk"

"The largest and most dangerous organism on Arrakis is the sandworm, capable of reaching 400 meters in length. To avoid making rhythmic noises, which attract the sandworms, the Fremen cross desert spaces using the sand walk, a dance-like motion with an irregular rhythm which emulates the natural sounds of the desert."

Paul switches the chapter, meanwhile, Marcus finds his own sanctuary in meditation. He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to tune into the ebb and flow of the Force that surrounded Arrakis. He allowed his consciousness to expand, his senses reaching out to the subtle vibrations of the desert.

"What scant plant life exists on Arrakis is thanks to the Fremen, who have cultivated deep-rooted terranic plants such as saguaro, burrobush, sand-verbena and incense bush. The shepherd's tree has the deepest documented roots, stretching more than 450 feet deep."

As Paul continued his studies, a glint of movement caught his attention. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw a small metallic object, sleek and deadly, hovering in the air. It was a hunter seeker, a deadly assassination device known for its precision and lethality. As he turned to observe the acid-like hole it cut through in his bedroom wall, he noticed that he left his shield on his bed, feet away from him.

Fear gripped Paul's heart as he realised the imminent threat. His mind raced, contemplating the dire consequences if the hunter-seeker reached its target.

Marcus's eyes snapped open, his senses instantly sharpened by the danger sense emanating from his brother's room. With swift reflexes, he rose from his meditation, his connection to the Force guiding his every movement. He burst out of his room and sprinted down the corridor, a determination etched across his face.

Entering Paul's room slowly, Marcus saw the hunter seeker poised, its whirring blades ready to strike. Time seemed to slow as Marcus extended his hand, summoning the Force to halt the deadly device in mid-air. His focus was unwavering, every fibre in him, being honed in on the task at hand.

Paul, his heart pounding in his chest, locked eyes with Marcus, a silent plea for assistance passing between them. With a nod from Paul, Marcus released his hold on the hunter-seeker, relinquishing control to his brother.

Paul's left hand shot forward, a surge of raw power coursing through him as he closed his fist, crushing the assassin's tool with a resounding snap. The room fell into silence, save for their heavy breaths, the danger averted by their combined skill and unwavering bond.

The brothers stood there, their eyes locked in a mix of relief and gratitude. Marcus took a step closer, a hand reaching out to steady Paul, who still trembled from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Paul opened his left hand to reveal a crushed hunter-seeker.

Paul: It's a hunter seeker.

Marcus: The operator must be nearby.

Hawat is then seen walking to Duke Leto and Lady Jessica, he explains how a hunter-seeker managed to seek into Paul's room. He explains that a Harkonnen agent was placed inside a wall.

Hawat: The Harkonnen agent was cemented into that hole six weeks ago. Ran the hunter-seeker through a water pipe inside the walls. Sire I failed you today, there is no excuse. You have my resignation.

Leto: You would deprive us of your talents at this time?

Hawat: Sire, my honour demands...

Leto: They tried to take the life of my son! I don't give a damn about your honour. You want absolution? Go catch some spies.

Hawat: (Nods) Your grace

Hawat leaves in a hurry.

TIME SKIP

The Bene Gesserit ship flies through the Harkonnen Military Fleet.

A black rubber human spider is eating flesh on the floor.

Reverend Mother Mohiam: The thing must go

Piter: You can speak without fear. Our pet doesn't understand your language.

Reverend Mother Mohiam: GET OUT

The Rubber Human Spider obeys and leaves the room.

The Reverend Mother Mohiam stands in the Baron Harkonnen's throne room, while the Baron is gracious and Piter is tense.

Reverend Mother Mohiam: Activate the cone of silence

To Piter, the Baron waves. Each member is enclosed by an electrical curtain.

Baron Harkonnen: What is the emperor's message?

Reverend Mother Mohiam: He will strengthen your hand.

Baron Harkonnen: With his Sardaukar army.

Reverend Mother Mohiam: It must never be known. As far as the Great Houses are concerned what you do, you do alone. Duke Leto Atreides means nothing to our Order, but his wife is under our protection, and by extension, her two sons. You may not harm them. Allow them the dignity of exile.

Baron Harkonnen: House Harkonnen would never dream of violating the sanctity of your Order. You have my word. We will not harm them.

She looks at him. He has abruptly turned into a closed book. Risky, but this is required. She gives him a nod before leaving.

Piter turns to face the Baron as the door closes behind her. Frustrated

Piter: If either of the Duke's sons live..

Baron Harkonnen: No Atreides will live.

Piter: My lord, you gave your word to the Witch. And she sees too much.

Baron Harkonnen: I said I would not harm them. So I shall not. But Arrakis is Arrakis. The desert takes the weak.

The Baron rises into the air with his hands out to the side, like a mockery of Christ.

Baron Harkonnen: My desert. My Arrakis. My Dune.