Star Wars: Jedi's Will of Justice (A Star Wars JLU Crossover)

by PistolPeteus

A Hyperspace Jump accidentally takes Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker and R2-D2 to the Justice League Unlimited Universe. Can the Jedi make it back to his Galaxy or will show the Force's will on the wicked with the Help of the Justice League? When he finds Force-sensitives like Cassandra Cain, can he be equal to the task and train them as Jedi?

12. Chapter 12: Conflicting Vectors - Part 1

Warning, this Chapter might be slightly edgy compared to the source material. You don't really have to read it.

I do not own any of the Star Wars and DC characters and ideas represented in this work.

Shayera watched carefully as R2-D2 made the final move that gave R2 a checkmate against the now-fuming Aquaman. King Arthur, the current King of Atlantis, the King of the Seven Seas. One who is a great warrior and can even hold a fight against Wonder Woman. One who is a great tactician in his own right now is the sore loser of three matches of chess. Aquaman, the King of Atlantis lost three games of chess to a mechanical robot that resembled a trashcan.

She might've thought that she was giving R2 too much credit, him being a machine that might run circles around Aquaman in terms of thinking power. But she does like it when Aquaman gets frustrated time and time again from losing to R2, she might've thought it was petty of her to cheer at R2 while when she did play against Aquaman, she occasionally lost. Then again, there were certainly no rules against it.

The now-angry King of Atlantis shook with rage, "Damn it!" And knocked the chessboard off the table with his hooked hand. The pieces scattered as he pointed his golden hook accusingly to the little roving blue and white robot across the table, "You cheated!"

R2 shook his head and let out a series of beeps that sounded like he was giving him sass. Luke and R2 have been coming to the tower for a week or so after Luke got back from Kaznia. Luke has been mainly talking with Fate and Inza about magical lore while R2 has been keeping Shayera company. Luke said some time ago that R2 speaks a droid language called binary. In all of the beeps, whistles, and other sounds R2 made, Luke somehow understands like a second language.

Shayera never really was a roboticist or good with languages other than English and Thanagarian, but she picked a few words of binary from R2. Though she didn't really fully understand him, she got the impression what he said to Aquaman could resemble a form of "Skill issue".

Aquaman of course is less willing to learn and is not very tech savvy so he wouldn't be able to understand R2's words, though Shayera thought it was for the best since if he did, he would most likely drive his hook into R2's droid eye.

Aquaman continued his accusations, "Don't "Beep Boop" me, What you did my Queen last game was completely going against the rules!" Shayera remembered the last game and knew that what R2 did to Aquaman's Queen was completely fine in the game's rules.

R2 shook his head and let out audio chirps that sounded like he was being a smart-aleck, a tone that Aquaman even picked up. He narrowed his eyes, "I swear to Poseidon you bucket of bolts, you either have a set of loose wires in that little dome of yours, or Skywalker programmed you to cheat."

Shayera made a silent scoff at Aquaman's excuses for losing. R2 replied with two beeps that sounded more like a "Boo hoo," if that's what Shayera heard correctly.

Aquaman obviously heard this and went from a heated anger state that could cook an egg on top of his head if placed there to causing an entire forest fire if not put down. Shayera swore that he got so angry that she might've seen steam coming out of his ears. Shayera did her best not to laugh at the Alantean royal for getting so mad over a game of chess, she did think that R2 should at least hold back for a little.

"Listen Artoo," she leaned towards the Astrodroid with a whisper, "Maybe you should let Aquaman win the next game."

R2 let a beep that probably indicated a "Why?"

"Call it having a "hawk's eye," from watching the games, I don't think you want to anger a guy who wrestles giant squids and whales for a living."

After a few seconds, Aquaman did hear this and calm down, but he was still bitter about his losses and Shayera's advice to R2 about easing up on him. "Just reset the board," he points at Shayera.

Shayera rolled her eyes and leaned back again to R2, not bothering to talk silently, "On second thought, go all out on him." She then goes and picks up the pieces Aquaman previously threw across.

Aquaman sat back down, eyeing Shayera for a second with annoyance before looking down at the table, probably thinking of another strategy even to try to survive R2's near-perfect calculating chess moves.

While Shayera was cleaning up Aquaman's mess from his outburst of losing, she noticed that Luke and Dr. Fate walked into the room with each other. Luke was wearing his black robes and cloak with his lightsaber attached to his belt. Though she wasn't really paying attention, she saw that he was carrying a stack of books, three or four of them by the looks of it.

They've been in Fate's office for at least hours if she recalled. Luke wasn't ignoring Shayera for the days he came into the tower, he would talk and chat with her half the time he'd been here.

Fate and Luke talked outside where the hallway that leads to Fate's office and main room meets. Shayera didn't think that she was being rude for eavesdropping since she could hear them from the entrance of the hallway to where she was still setting the board up. She knew that parts of the conversation she wouldn't understand, but thought it was interesting.

"I wanna thank you for giving me these, Doctor," Luke gestured to the stack of books he held.

"Please, Mister Skywalker," Dr. Fate insisted, "Better for those books to be in your hands than myself, I know that Force knowledge is precious to you. Force and Magic seem to be the same, more knowledge of one gives us more power."

Luke slightly frowned, "I appreciate it, but I only want to seek knowledge of the Force, not to get more powerful, Doctor."

Fate then puts his hand on Luke's shoulder, to be honest with him, "And that right there is why you deserve those books better than anyone else, Master Jedi. Your craving for knowledge of the Force yet distastefulness of abusing its power is a showing of your character."

The blonde had a bare blush appear on his cheeks, "Well…It's what we do, right Doctor?"

"Indeed." Fate replied, "And speaking of power." Fate pointed his palm straight flat to the ceiling and made four crystals appear in his magical energies. Fate offered the crystals to Luke, "I believe you deserve to have these."

Shayera saw Luke's face change, he looked like he had just seen a friend who was thought to be dead when looking at the crystals. Shayera barely heard Luke murmur something, "Kyber crystals…where did you get these?"

Luke picked up the crystals and observed with carefulness like how someone would hold a baby, Fate explained his findings to Luke, "It's quite a story. See, when I was visiting Greenland to see an old friend, I met a Roma woman who-"

That was all Shayera heard before her eavesdropping was disrupted when Aquaman poked her with his hook hand.

"So you gonna finish putting the board back together or you just gonna stare at Skywalker all day?"

Shayera's face wrinkled into a scowl, "I so hope Artoo kicks your ass again."

She puts the rest of the pieces on the board and sits back down. R2 starts the round with his first move. As the chess round started, Shayera thought about what Aquaman said. She wasn't staring at Luke, she was sure at least, she was just listening to Luke and Fate's conversation. Sure, she wasn't part of the talk by any means, but she was a little interested.

And why would she stare at Luke? It wasn't like she was interested in him or anything. They started to become friends recently. They just talk and nothing more. Whenever he came over, he would just brighten her day a little bit, something to get out of bed or stop her from staring in the mirror. He's the kindest and most compassionate man she has ever met. Every time he came by to the tower he would always ask about her well-being. He always listens to her when she talks. Yeah, John did the same, but Luke seemed to follow every word she made. Understanding her feelings and thoughts intently.

He listened to her more than John did. He was less strict than John's jarhead mentality despite the fact that Luke said he used to be a Commander. And Luke was handsome, admittedly he wasn't as muscular as John, but Shayera was sure he had something when he talked about what Jedi training is like. And the way he looks at her and smiles when they talk and…

Shayera didn't finish her thought as she realized she was staring into empty air. Just when she was thinking about Luke. She observed down at the chess game, she saw that R2 and Aquaman were already at the halfway point of the round. From the looks of it, they've been playing for several minutes. She has been thinking about Luke to the point where she stared into space in daydreamland and lost track of time.

"No," She thought. She was just thinking about how Luke is a good friend. He's just a friend, yeah, a friend and nothing more.

By the time she went back to Luke and Fate's conversation, Fate was already done with his story. "- and ever since then, I held these crystals here in my sanctum for save keeping." He gestured to Luke's hand that still held the crystals.

Luke nodded in astonishment, "Quite a story, Doctor." He studies the crystals carefully that he cupped in his hand, "Do you believe that kyber crystal cave is still here?"

Shayera thought she must've missed a lot of information to know the context behind Luke's question. "I believe so," Fate answered then gave an honest shrug, "But, I'm afraid I failed to locate it."

While rubbing the crystals in his hand, Luke nods in acknowledgment and hides the crystals in an unseen pocket. "I wanna thank you again for the books and these, Doctor." He pats the pocket that contains the crystals. "It really astonishes me that you managed to find these."

"Please, Skywalker." Fate gave Luke a dismissive wave, "Better for you to have them and embolden your knowledge of the Force than me learning about them and obtaining no amount of significance from their study."

Luke smiled and turned to see R2 playing with Aquaman. "I would love to stay here longer, Doctor." He turns back to the sorcerer, "But me and Artoo have a business to finish back at our home."

"Then let me not distract you any further. I wish you well, Jedi Skywalker."

"May the Force be with you," Luke said his goodbye and both practitioners of their respected mystical magic arts bowed. Luke heads over to the table where Aquaman and R2 are playing chess. She saw Luke take a glance at the board and gave a smirk, probably thinking about who was going to win, which was a no-brainer to Shayera.

"Everything fine, Artoo?" Luke placed his gloved hand onto Artoo's shiny dome.

Artoo let out some beeps that sounded like he said everything was just peachy, Shayera thought.

Luke turned his attention to Aquaman, who was staring into the board, Probably thinking a million ways of how to do the next. The King of Atlantis did his best to compose himself in front of Luke despite the fact that he got humiliated too many times.

"Skywalker, either your droid here has loose wires or you programmed it to cheat." Aquaman let out an accusing finger.

Luke quirked a half-smile and an eyebrow, "Cheating?" he looked over to his mechanical companion. "Excuse me for my wording here, Your Highness. But preposterous."

A mixture of shock and laughter came to Shayera. She wasn't expecting Luke Skywalker of all people to say a smart-ass comment like that one.

Aquaman gritted his teeth and let out an admitting sigh, "Fine." He looks at R2, "I'll admit it droid, you are the superior chess player." He points at R2 with his hook to stop the droid from processing the obvious. "But don't let that go into your head,"

R2 replied to Aquaman with a prideful and satisfactory chirp. Aquaman shook his head from side to side, "I need a drink." He delivered tiredly and left the room to the kitchen.

"You always know how to stir heads, don't you buddy?" Luke jokingly questioned but looked like he already knew the answer.

R2 replied with a beep.

"I know you want to stay, but we have things to catch up to."

The Astro droid responded with a disappointing whine then rolled out of the chess table and to the front entrance.

Shayera, with no real reason to be out of her room since Luke was leaving, was about to head towards her room. A little part of her wanted Luke to stay a little longer. Whether she didn't want to be alone with Aquaman or just wanted to talk more with Luke was beyond her. Part of her got somewhat surprised, happy, and weary when Luke stopped her.

"Hey, Shayera, Do you have a moment?"

Answering Luke by turning to him and showing her curiosity, "What's up, Luke?"

"I'm just wondering if you would like to come back to our home with Artoo and me."

Confusion showed in Shayera's eyes. "Erm, uh, what?" is what Shayera managed to utter in her befuddlement.

Luke gave a welcoming smile to her. "I said, I would like you to come over to my house."

Shayera got what Luke meant, she was confused and puzzled about his reasoning, "Why?" she asked.

Luke gave Shayera a shrug of honesty, "Shayera, you've been stuck here for at least two months. Doctor Fate and Inza have been worrying about you staying in your room all day. The world exists outside of here, you know?"

Realization dawned on her that Luke was right, Shayera had been inside for a while too long now. She just realized that he said two months when she thought she'd been here for a few weeks, not two months. She thought about how time goes by quickly when looking at yourself in the mirror all the time. She reminded herself of Luke's offer and how it might not be such a bad idea to do so.

Then a fearful thought entered her, what if someone spots her? The World has already shown their opinions of her after the invasion. She couldn't imagine being confronted by people who were impacted by her actions, let alone seeing her former team again. That last thought made her stomach twist. It made her want to shrivel up and lay motionless like a dying animal, welcoming the darkness of the universe clouding her vision. The possibility of the League coming to her if she goes outside gave her the feeling that the wounds she received from her final fight with Hro two months ago re-open and fester. Phantom pains both physical and mental mocked her at that moment.

She doesn't want to think about meeting Diana with her fiery stare at Shayera for the audacity of showing her face. She couldn't bear to imagine dealing with Bruce's Bat-glare. She wouldn't be able to handle the disappointing looks of J'onn, Clark, and Wally.

The final "What If" that caused her even more distress, that bled her dry of any happiness like a leech, that caused an ache in her heart as if someone jabbed a knife in her chest, was seeing the face of John Stewart in pain and agony. That right there, was the the nail of the coffin for whatever was left of her warrior spirit that remained after the invasion. Seeing John again would be just a salt in the wound.

The moment she wanted to be with Luke, was the same moment her fears resurfaced and shut down her excitement. Just like her mood, her face lowered. Her eyes detached from Luke's gaze, "Luke, I don't think it's a good idea for me to be outside right now." She didn't bother to hide her attitude change.

Instead of yelling or complaining about her never-ceasing self-doubts. Instead of saying, "Oh well, I tried." and leaving her. Instead of losing faith and even trust in her like her friends did, and rightfully so, he was still patient and pressed on. And maybe that was the reason why he was so compelling to her.

"Shayera," he said calmly, but firmly at the same time. "Is this how you're going to live the rest of your life?" he gestures around them, "Living in solitude while the rest of the world moves on?" Luke stepped closer, forcing Shayera to look into his sky-blue eyes, "Is this how you want yourself, fearing how people think of you? People shouldn't live in fear of how others think about them, especially you."

He puts his gloved hand on her shoulder. Shayera noticed his strong grip though it was as gentle as possible. Shayera tried to protest, "Luke…I-" Luke however didn't let up.

"Please, Shayera, All I'm asking is to come with me and Artoo back to our house. No one but us, Not the world, not the League, just us."

"Us," Shayera thought to herself. That word seemed to bring her back from her doubts. That word when involving her and Luke just seemed so right and natural, but she couldn't put it together. Part of Shayera wanted to stay here in her provided room. But every time she was with Luke, the world just felt so different around him. Different enough to get out of bed.

"Alright," Shayera conceded, "You win, I'll go."

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Shayera watched as Luke opened the door and waved for her to enter. She does and looks around as a guest while Luke and R2 follow behind her. She noticed that the interior of the house was built in accordance with Japanese architecture and was very minimalist. All seem to fit in Luke's tastes and lifestyle. If she recalled correctly, what he said about Jedi philosophy and perspectives, pretty much draws parallels to Eastern philosophies. Of course, the main difference between their outlooks on Life and the Jedi's looks of life, from Shayera's point of view anyway, was that Jedi philosophy has an energy sword, while others didn't. They also don't kick as much ass like how Luke did.

Luke went to Shayera, and R2 wheeled further down the house to a hallway. "Make yourself comfortable and take whatever you like in the kitchen. I have to attend to something real quick."

That made Shayera put an exaggerated hand on her hip. "Sure, leave a lady here unattended, what a gentleman."

"It'll just be a minute," Luke admitted, "Artoo will show you around if you need anything." He then turned and left to the room in the hallway, presumably his bedroom. Leaving Shayera by herself.

Out of boredom, she walks around and goes the same room R2 went in. The door was open, and out of curiosity, goes in. What she saw can be simplified as a tinkerer's wet dream. Boxes filled with gadgets and gizmos lined the racks that surrounded the walls. Shayera thought only god knows what they're made of and what they're supposed to do. In the middle of the room were bits and pieces of different types of machinery. Some looked like they were pulled out of an engine block from a pickup, others seemed like they were components belonging to a Saturn V rocket.

While Shayera walked around the workshop in an attempt to understand the objects that made up the room. R2 was hooked up to a computer with his computer interface rod. The computer was flashing images and long lines of numbers so fast that it practically was a blur to her eyes. Since R2 looked busy with whatever he was doing, Shayera took the to explore the workshop more. As she does, she spots something in the far corner.

Originally, she thought it was someone sitting in the far corner watching her, but after her eyes adjusted to the dark shade, that wasn't the case. She looked closer and realized that it wasn't a person was on a chair, it was in fact a robot, a droid in Luke's definition. She moved closer and saw more details of it. She thought of how it really looked like that one of those robots from that movie her and John saw, The Terminator. However, it did look like a knockoff version of it. It had red eyes and a metallic grey chassis. Instead of teeth like how a terminator would have, it had a long vertical bar was where the mouth should be. It also had a big red dot on its chest, which strangely resembled its eyes, just bigger.

Then a feeling of uneasiness came to her, that she was indeed being watched by the droid. It looked like it was spying on her despite it being lifeless and hopefully off. In a part of curiosity and audacity on her part that even surprised her, she went even closer to the droid. She noticed wires was running down from the back of it's head and connected to a nearby computer.

One detail she forgot to see was that there was a Z-8 training robot next to the droid. It was the very same models that the League used during their training sessions. It wasn't in complete form though, it was slouched against the wall and was missing a lot of components. To Shayera, it looked like either Luke, R2, or even both were constructing their own training droid and taking parts from the Z-8 into their own droid.

Shayera got close enough where the eyes and the red dot in its chest were bright enough. In a daring move, she reached out with her index finger to touch the red dot mounted on its chest cavity. She was only an inch away from making contact before a black-gloved hand with astonishing strength stopped her as if it appeared out of thin air.

She turned to see Luke, his face expressing great stress, almost like he just stopped a bomb from going off. Shayera thought she probably overstayed her welcome as a guest if she wasn't meant to go near it. "Sorry," Shayera said in an apologetic look.

He sighed with relief, "I just wouldn't touch it now if I were you, Shayera," He whispered, she saw that he didn't let go his gaze on his droid for a second.

"Why?"

Luke went from moving his eyes to herm, to the droid, then back to Shayera. He brought an arm in front of her so he could push her back carefully. Luke was acting as if he was a hiker who accidentally woke up a hibernating predator.

"Well, that depends. Droids don't usually rip people's arms off, but in this case…" Luke gestures to the droid. "I don't want you to come out of this house with no wings," Luke said bluntly.

Shayera was taken aback by Luke and what he was saying. Was he really making a psychotic robot in his own house?

"You know I can handle myself, Luke," Shayera stated.

"And I know you can, but the droid we're basing off is from a model that was designed to fight and kill Jedi."

Her eyebrows went up in surprise. "Why would you make a killer robot?" Shayera said almost straight out of her head.

"Training droid," Luke corrected. "I used the Z-8 that the League gave me. It's okay I suppose, but not really good for simulating Lightsaber combat."

He moves his head to silently gesture to the sleeping droid. "The droid Me and Artoo are making is from a design from our Galaxy called a IG-100 Magnaguard."

Luke went to R2 who was still hooked up to his flashing computer, Shayera followed. "Before I was born, there was a Galaxy-wide war that the Jedi were involved called the Clone Wars. The side that fought against the Jedi had a droid army. One of their models was like this one in the back, made to fight Jedi head-on. By the time of the Empire, they were practically nonexistent."

Shayera looked at the nearly finished Magnaguard and then back to Luke. "So how are you making it if they were gone when you were just born?"

Luke stroked the back of his head, "Well, Artoo here fought in the Clone Wars alongside my father. He met some before. I met some Magnagaurds back on a moon called Nar Shaddaa." Luke then held up a hand to have Shayera follow him, "Come on, I wanna show you something."

Shayera followed Luke out of his house and onto the trail on the island. It was in the afternoon, the sun was still baking the trees on the isle. Birds sang their songs while reptiles scurried along when Luke and Shayera got too close to them. Bugs and other insects made calls through the balmy air, either in the forest's underbrush or in their dens in the trees. In front of the trial was an area devoid of any trees and vegetation. Shayera spots a plane, but on closer inspection, she realizes that it is a Javelin! However, it looked completely different.

It still retained the dagger-like shape and its rocket thrusters on its side were replaced by short wings integrated into the hull. The ship was a little bigger and thicker. Instead of landing gear that was much like an airplane's landing gear, it had flat slabs that acted like feet on the ground. It kind of looked like Luke's X-Wing landing gear, Shayera thought. One was at the near tip of the ship while two were at the tail end.

Shayera stopped at the entrance where the open area meets and the trails end. Luke halts as well and turns to her as he notices she stopped walking.

"Luke." she gave him a questioning and worrying look, "What's this?"

"Well, I guess I gotta be honest with you huh?" he said with a cunning smirk. "The real reason why I wanted you here was because I want you to come with me and Artoo when we test drive the J-Wing."

Shayera went from a face written with suspicion to surprise, "What?"

At first, she was afraid of him on why he had brought her here. Seeing the new Javelin worked up her fear of seeing the League again. But from his honest expression, she was staggered by Luke asking her to go for a joyride in a Javelin. Then a small little thought came to her, it was so small that she almost practically missed it. Was he secretly asking her on a date? She then chastises herself for even thinking about. "Of course not, Shayera, why would he ask you on a date? You're just friends." Shayera told herself secretly.

"Since me and Artoo had a lot of design inputs to the J-Wing and we both having experience flying Starships than all of the League combined," Luke continued, "Batman is having us test the J-Wing in a test flight in space."

"J-Wing? Not a Javelin? And wait you guys made this?" She points to the ship.

"For the most part, I was say we…renovated it rather than making a ship from the ground up." He started to shake his head in disbelief, "Should of seen it before we remodeled it, I've seen junk sold by Jawas better that that."

"So why are you calling it the J-Wing and not the javelin?"

Luke shrugged, "In all honesty, its what I'm used to. Back when I was in the Rebellion, a lot of the starfighters we ran with had the Wing designations. X-Wings, Y- Wings, A-Wings, and so forth. Batman didn't say anything so it just came up naturally."

Shayera said her final and most important question, "So why do you want me to come with you? I thought you said that you just wanted me to come over to your house and nothing more?" She crossed her arms.

"And I did say that. All I wanted was for you to come over, you can leave whenever you want, Shayera."

Shayera lifted an eyebrow, "And the reason for me going with you?"

Luke sighed while smiling, "It's just something I thought you could enjoy. Thought you should get off Earth for a while, you know. Me and Artoo would like to anyway, we're as much aliens as you are in all honesty. And besides, since you might know something in this Galaxy or two, you might know some places we can stop by."

Shayera was going to say, "Well, why don't you ask John." But that attempt in speech was caught in her throat. Sure, when she left the League, all that she wanted since then was to leave Earth and go to some far-distant planet to think about all that she'd done. Far from her people, far from the League, far from her mistakes, and the Universe's problems. All of that was just a dream since her people left her here, Earth is not really advanced enough to have any starships she can use, and the League would probably not like her renting out a Javelin for her use.

She wondered if this was a sign to leave Earth right now. She could ask Luke to take her away to some barren planet and never look back. It's not like she has anything she would be leaving behind other than her mace, though she might be better without it. "Yeah," she said inwardly. She could leave Earth and everything she spent five years on. Just leave and don't look back. Since no one on Earth wants her, she can just make her way out.

But will Luke let her? She questioned herself with this. Luke might say it's her every right and decision to do whatever, but he'll maybe try to convince her to stay. Plus, he was the one piloting the Javelin, J-Wing? Whatever.

As if a part of Luke was rubbing onto Shayera, she gave a second thought to her exodus on Earth. She could stay. She could not go and do her best to regain all that she lost on Earth. That maybe her former comrades could come to forgive her. Maybe down the line, she could forgive herself completely. But that seemed like an impossible goal, far above what she could touch.

In any case, realizing after months of thinking to herself; with just herself, and staying in her room that seemed like an eternity, she might have to take Luke's words to heart. Whether she wants to go out because Luke wants her to or she was taking the opportunity to leave Earth was muddled in her mind. Maybe she could have Luke drop her off, maybe not. She'll still go with him for a joy ride on his ship. After all, it might be the last time she'll ever see him, her last possible friend.

She cocked a hand to her hip, "You know, you owe me after all of this, you asking me to come with you. This seems like a field trip than anything else."

Luke joyfully smiled at her which could generate warmth in intergalactic space, "You won't regret this." Luke pulls up a comlink to his face, "Artoo, come to the J-Wing, we're leaving for the test run."

On the other side, R2 sends an excited chirp

Luke faces her, "Come on, I'll show you the inside of the ship till Artoo comes here." He heads over to the ship and Shayera stays behind.

The ship's walking ramp opens and the two walk through the J-Wing's maw. Shayera saw how Luke and R2 changed the layout. The entrance of the ship led to a rectangular room,the back end of it had seats. The long ways of the room looked like med-beds on both ends. The ramp closed and they reached the cockpit door. The door slides open, revealing the oval-like piloting section. The cockpit had five seats in all, one for the pilot at the front, and the others at the back with two on each side. Console, screens, buttons, and other sensors stretched along the cockpit while the control yoke was in front of the pilot's seat.

Luke sat down on the pilot seats and began, what Shayera was assuming, the starting proecedures of the ship. R2 went in as the doors opened for the blue and white droid. He rolled over to Luke and hooked his computer arm to a console. Thinking that they are just about to lift off, Shayera went to the seat on the left and buckled her crash webbing.

"The converters should be good now, do a double diagnostic on them, Artoo."

R2 beeped several seconds later.

Luke clickled a few more buttons on the control panel and grasped the control yoke. "Alright, starting the repulsor lifts."

Not a moment too soon, the ship lifted off the ground and made its way upwards towards the sky. Shayera looked at the reinforced window and saw the clouds pass by like a blur. Not much time passed when Luke took them out of the atmosphere and into the void of space. She saw the big blue orb that was Earth and stared as they were going far away from it, almost as if it was running away from them.

Shayera thought about what would of happened if she didn't stop her people, if the League failed. The planet in her sights would have disappeared, gone in a flashing moment. Billions of lives would have been murdered. Maybe Luke was right, she did the right thing in betraying Hro and her own race. Even though it pained her. Maybe sacrificing her own life with her people and the Hol family name wouldn't be dead in vain. Maybe in some near or distant future, they will see the error of their ways, forgive Shayera, and undo her dishonor with Thangar. But how long will that be? A year? A Decade? Luke said forgiveness will take time, and time for Shayera Hol seems to flow differently with each passing day.

Reeling out of her thoughts, Earth became a small blue dot that hung in the void. Luke rotates his chair to see Shayera, "So," he drew out the world, "Any requests on where to go?"

Shayera ran back to her memory of where they could go. If there was one place that Shayera was stranded on in the Galaxy. A place where she could easily get a means of transport to any sector of the Milky Way. One place where she wouldn't have to worry about the problems of others, where the weight of a star wouldn't be placed on her and others wouldn't be dependent on her; Others where her actions wouldn't hurt. One place where if it was the last time to be with Luke, it would have to be memorable for the rest of her life.

Then seemingly out of nowhere, the idea of going to a certain moon in the Omega Quadrant gave her a devilish look.

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The J-Wing exits out of hyperspace. The Third Moon of Goltos welcomed the ship with its red surface. Luke and Artoo activated the sublight engines and then sent the ship into a vector toward the moon. After a series of requests for an available docking area on the Moon's spaceport which followed customs registration and many advertisement transmissions, they finally got the clearance to land and where.

The ship touches down and completes its landing procedure. The ship boarding ramp opened and out of the maw were Luke, Shayera, and Artoo. Luke still wearing his Jedi suit, donned his yellowish-brown flight vest with an additional brown holster on his right hip for his DL-44 blaster pistol. He figured if he was going to a planet that had somewhat shady characters, he would at least look the part and not stick out from the crowd.

While walking down the ramp with Artoo behind him, Shayera gave Luke a smirk for his looks, "Still don't see why you gotta wear that, just makes you look like you're going on a fishing trip." She laughed.

Luke held up a finger for his defense, "Hey, I just thought it will help me blend in."

Shayera scruffed, "Whatever you say, Farmboy."

She walked off. Knowing that its no use to argue for his choice in his outfit and that he already lost the conversation at all, he follows her, "Come on, Artoo."

Artoo chirps and stays close to Luke. Since Shayera has been here several times in the past, she was automatically promoted to guide both of them. The parking area they walked through was a vast area filled with several hundred of starships of different sizes, shapes, and colors. The largest of them was a freighter type while the smallest looked like it would only be able to fit a race that would be the size of womp rats. Ships too big for the parking area had their own designated parking station on the far side of the main city. The city itself was several miles away from the parking area. There were so many visiting off-worlders that a free shuttle service was provided for those who parked in the area.

By the time they reached a shuttle station, there were already a queue forming and they were at the end. The line was at least thirty strong, consisting of many sentients of various shapes and sizes. From near-human to humanoid or otherwise; Mammalian to reptilian; From insectoid to crustacean; Bipedal, tripedal, and appendages that were too many to count.

Just like the many different species that made up the line, signs of their diverse professions were shown. Pilots, truckers, sailors, and other ordinary trades were eager to spend their hard-earned tenders on the Moon. Finally, after waiting for many awkward minutes, the air shuttle lands in the station to unload its passengers. Beings in various states of sobriety and intoxication exited, and a good portion stumbled their way out of the shuttle. Waiting for the shuttle riders to come out, Luke smelled the obnoxious aroma of alcohol and other intoxicants.

When the last visitor of the Moon slimed their way out of the shuttle, they finally started to load the airbus. They were cramped inside while being seated. Shayera sat next to Luke, shoulder to shoulder while Artoo was across from them. Some visitors saw Artoo had his own spot and verbally announced their frustrations to Luke. However, after seeing an ice-melting stare from the Thanagarian that sat next to him, they pressed on to find another space. When the last visitor was seated, the air shuttle lifted off and headed to the brightly colored city that was on the edge of the horizon. As the shuttle bobbled through the air, visitors talked and squawked, Luke thought about the Moon they were on and earlier when Shayera explained about it.

The Third Moon of Galtos, in its namesake, was the hird moon and final moon of the gas giant it orbited, Galtos. Despite it being the moon and officially in star maps not having any name, due to the popularity of the moon it is usually just called Galtos for simplicity by the residents of this Galaxy. The Moon was located in the Galtos star system in the Omega Quadrant.

Centuries prior, the Moon was no more than a refueling station for trading ships after the nearby shipping lane was created. As more trade increased on the route, more cargo ships were required to meet the demands of increased supply chains. With more cargo ships, came more weary spacers wanting to wash their sorrows away or take their attention away from their work to games and other recreational services. With that, alcohol, drug, pleasure, visual, and other entertainment companies increased their presence on the Moon to cash in on the profits from passing spacers. Over time, as more businesses of that nature flocked to the moon, so did tourism from all over the Galaxy that didn't pertain to commerce or trade. At a point, instead of being a small pit stop for pilots, it became a meeting place for beings of the Milky Way to seek pleasures, sights, and fortunes.

Galtos, essentially became what his Galaxy called a gambling world. Businesses stationed on the moon wanted one thing and one thing only from its visitors, money. They rarely cared for how they got it, either from prostitution, alcohol and drug dependence, gambling addictions, or other ways to acquire wealth from the common population.

The Moon had no real government like any other space-faring nation. No, it was much akin to the pan-galactic trading conglomerates from his Galaxy before the Clone Wars. it was like the the Trade Federation, Commerce Guild, Techno Union, InterGalactic Banking Clan, and other companies that had sway in Galactic politics. In this Galaxy's case, some time ago, the major companies that had major stocks on the Moon commissioned together to have a corporate board to oversee regulations and rules over the Third Moon. Not really a civilian government, but in Luke's experience it was better than being a lawless land with no rules like Tatooine.

Shayera remarked how Galtos was like the North American city of Las Vegas. In that, when explaining to Luke about Galtos, she said, "Imagine Las Vegas but in space". Which Luke didn't get, seeing how he just then figured that the city was sort of gambling town with an infamous reputation. In the Third Moon of Galtos, vice ran amock.

After a long period of waiting, the Airbus reached the outskirts of the City of Galtos. Luke did his best to scoot over for Shayera so she could get out when the bus started to unload. When all three of them went out of the shuttle to the red sky of Galtos, Luke commented to himself on how similar the Moon was to Nar Shadda or the lower levels of Coruscant. Tall durasteel-like Skyscrapers with different colored windows. Holo-images emitted from the buildings, showing a diverse assortment of advertisements and entertainment.

Air traffic lined in the sky at different points of elevation. Music and other forms of entertainment rang through the air. He looked around and saw many sentients walking through the streets minding their own business. Some were having the best time in their lives, while others were broken by their monetary losses from one of the casinos. Beings went on to their desired destinations, whether to pawn shops, cantinas, gambling spots, brothels, or entertainment venues. Citizens crawled, slithered, hovered, and walked across the streets as Luke smelled a strong concoction of alcohol, perfumes, and burning oils that hung heavy in the air.

Luke continued his observations of the Moon as Shayera went beside him to study the Jedi while Artoo wheeled behind them. "Well," Shayera asked, "What do you think?"

Luke saw a hover droid hover by when its electrical speaker announced a new casino just opened, another announcing loudly a sale of used parts of some name-brand starship design, and another with a female voice detailing the catalog of expensive escorts. "It's uhh…something alright, but I've been to places like this one before. Not really shellshocked or anything." If there's one thing Luke was relieved and disappointed in at the same time, it was that people in his and this Universe were not so different.

Shayera shrugged, almost disappointedly, "Huh, the last time a human was here, he practically had his jaw drop. And he was supposed to be a Green Lantern."

Luke eyebrowed her, "You expect me to be stunned? In awe of the grand view?" he gestured to unfocused street denizens, one of them was emptying the contents of his stomach from probably drinking too much or indulging in whatever he consumed.

Shayera shrugged helplessly, "Okay, so maybe this place has some bad first impressions. But there's a good part of the Moon that you won't find any any other place."

In poetic justice, whether created by the Force or not, a mass of green gelatous of fat and slime, on what looked like an anti-grav seat to move its large body, hovered passed them. The tourist had several trunks the size of arms, dotting its body like warts, fat with girth and leaking whatever bodily fluid it was. It had a large trunk to what could be its face, maybe some sort of mouth while two smaller ones up next to it, resembling eyes. Not only did it somehow look worse than a Hutt, but it smelled bad too, unfortunately for Luke, he got the distinct smell of it. The tourist radiated a stench so fowl and repulsing that Luke instinctually brought his hand to his nose and did his best not to gag. After what seemed like forever, the blob of a tourist left their vicinity.

Luke inhaled the somewhat clean air, he then faced Shayera and said, "Yeah this place seems alright, if you're a Hutt."

"I like how I have no idea what a Hutt is, but I'm getting a feeling I won't like it if I meet one in person." Luke nodded, "I'm also assuming that you're being a smartass on how this place is wonderful." Luke sarcastically nodded.

Shayera continued and folded her arms to her chest, "Okay smart ass, how about this? We go our own separate ways to explore the place a little bit. Then in one hour, we meet back here." She points to the ground, "After that, I wanna show you a joint we can hook up to before we leave."

Luke adopted a curious look, "Hook up?"

Shayera's eyes widened to the size of stars and her face morphed from a cool tan to a pinkish red. "Well no–that wasn't." she managed to flustered out, "You know what I mean!" She said, not looking Luke in the eye. She huffed, "I'm going," then unfolded her wings to their full length and soared into the sky to an underdetermined direction in Luke's view.

When Shayera disappeared to the crimson sky, Artoo commented on what riled up her feathers with some beeps and chitters.

Uncertainty reached Luke, "I have no idea, come on, guess we have a Moon to explore."

In almost an hour, instead of going to the many vice-orientated shops and venues, Luke and Artoo went to junk stores, mechanic shops, and other second-hand establishments that piqued Luke's and Artoo's mechanic brains. While they both are provided gadgetry and machines to work with by Bruce's company, Earth is severely low-tech, even compared to Tatooine. While yes, this was a different Galaxy, and they wouldn't really know fully what brand they were purchasing or know the full catalog of parts that would be available in the Galatic market. However, it didn't take long for Luke and Artoo to observe, study, and understand the specifications of the parts that they bought.

Luke managed to find some machine parts and power cells that he might be able to convert into lightsaber parts if need be. They also bought certain components they could work on and used them for spare parts for Artoo. When the hour was near to the close, they started to head back to the meeting point. As they did, with Artoo carrying a backpack strapped to his rear containing all of their goods, Luke thought about what he sensed earlier from Shayera. Sensed was a loose term, he more or less received it. She was practically broadcasting her mind all around, she might as well be saying all the things she thought out loud.

She thought about leaving Earth, for good. Just leaving all that she had left and never looking back. Will the League miss her? Maybe, at least slightly. Over time, however, they might find out that they will lose a friend if she does leave. Will she miss him? Probably, it seems recently that she goes into a better mood when he visits her. Will he miss her? Yes, despite the attempts in trying to help her regain the Hawkgirl spirit he heard about or moments where her personality faltered from her past he always enjoyed talking to her. But will he stop her from leaving Earth? No, she's a person with her own free will and thoughts. If she believes leaving Earth is the best path for her, she has every right to do so.

He did partially regret on taking her in the first place, but it wasn't like she just thought about this. It was clear she was thinking about this for a while, and now she has the opportunity to do so. In her flight from Luke's teasing, was that her attempt to leave? Going to the closest spaceport and finding a ship to start her self-imposed exile? Luke figured that wasn't the case, when they were approaching the meeting point, he felt her aura through the Force. It showed that she was willing to stay for a while to be with Luke, possibly for a talk.

But for how long, he wasn't quite sure. If he gets the chance to talk her into staying on Earth, he will take it. But at the end of the day, it's her choice and he won't enforce anything thoughts in her mindset. He and Artoo reached the spot where they were just an hour ago. There he saw the unmistakable pair of grey wings of a Thanagarian woman with auburn hair. When they got closer, Luke slightly tilted his head in surprise.

Shayera Hol did in fact change her outfit. She wasn't wearing the same white T-shirt and blue jeans she always usually wears. In fact, her new outfit seems more colorful. Shayera's new look had an athletic design as it had a casual look as well. The main color was yellow with black being lined on the edges and strips on the sides of her legs. The top she wore liberally revealed her tan midriff and had no sleeves. Her pants and shoes were one and the same, probably made up of the same material as her top. She also had a bag in her hand, she probably had things she bought in it, Luke thought.

She motioned to herself, "So, what do you think?"

"Well, it's a better sight than what you usually wear. It looks good on you, Shayera."

She rubs the back of her neck in humbleness, "Eh thanks."

Then a face that seems to just now remember something of importance went to her, the realization hits her and she says, "Oh crap! I forgot about Faz's bar!"

Luke stared at her, "Faz's bar?"

"Yeah, it's the place I wanted to take you."

She started walking to guide Luke and Artoo, "Don't wait up." She said, barely concealing her anticipation, and waved them over to follow her.

Luke and Artoo followed the Thanagarian through the streets. They passed shops and cantinas that swallowed and puked out crowds of different races, genders, clothing, and sobriety. The smell of alcohol, spilled foodstuffs, and the bubbly stench of regurgitated stomach fluids of many colors and consistencies lingered in the air. After going through a city block for several minutes, thankfully Shayera stopped at her apparent destination. From the looks of it, by smell, and the luminescent sign that displayed an image of an alcoholic beverage with some language written next to it, the place Shayera took them is, in fact, a Cantina.

Luke eyebrowed Shayera, "A Cantina?"

"Yep!" She exaggerated the P with a 'pop'. "I used to come here when I wanna celebrate." She paused then said, "Just thought we could lay off for a little, you know?"

"Sure," Luke responded with no hint of distaste of going into a Cantina, a rowdy one at that. He gestured to the harsh worn-down double doors of Cantina, "After you."

Shayera smiled, giddy like, Luke noticed. She slammed the two doors inward. Loud pulsing music and thunderous voices escaped out of the Cantina opening made by Shayera. Luke saw when she entered, some patrons greeted her and were surprised by her appearance when she walked by them. Some called out to her for a respectful high-five, and others raised their goblets and half-filled glasses from her sight.

Luke was about to enter the threshold when he halted his first step in. Time froze seemingly. His world quieted and went mute despite the harsh display of music and lights bombarding his physical world.

It was the Force, he felt a presence in the Force. Not a magic user like Doctor Fate or his wife, Inza. Not someone's strength and energy he sensed like Kal-El or John. No, he felt the distinction, the irrefutable aura of a forceful being! It was a faint sensation, he could tell from his position they were a latent force-sensitive, like a small calm breeze within a a storm of raging winds. On instinct, he fell his gaze to the source. At the corner of the Cantina, far from the dancing and drinking patrons, was a lone humanoid with pale white skin, blue garbs, and drinking calmly.

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At the edge of the bar, in his own space and thought, away from the patrons who were enjoying themselves, Bro'Dee Walker sipped his Korugaran Tea he ordered from the bar's owner, Faz. Despite the bar's appearance, rowdy and blasting with lights, Faz indeed has various teas and non-alcoholic drinks available. For Walker's sake, he was thankful for the untapped stock of teas Faz has, for no one in a bar would ask for any tea in general, at least not on this Moon.

The Astonian asking for tea at a bar was a showing of his non-conformity with the Moon's level of spirit and its unwritten code of conduct for its denizens and visitors. Him asking for tea revealed that he was an outsider in a place where extroverts convened. Him asking for tea instead of indulging in whatever alien liquors and wines the bar provided showed his commitment to his mission, his journey as one can say.

To say he knew what his mission totally was is to say one knew the complete mysteries of the Universe itself. For Bro'dee Walker, or Saint Walker when called by his friends, what brought him to the Third Moon of Galtos wasn't to stop here for a nice rest from a long trip through hyperspace. It wasn't the various sights and vistas the City of Galtos provided. Nor it was the many forms of entertainment and pleasures for the flesh that attracted him.

No, it was the remaining faith and hope he had left that brought him here, and it was hope that put him on this journey, pilgrimage even. And what was the pilgrimage, if one can ask? In honesty, Walker has kept asking him this same question ever since he was sent on his journey. What caused his pilgrimage to commence? That he knew, that he knew the origin of his pilgrimage, and it darkens his heart to ever think about it.

The Gordanians, were a race of reptiles whose only profession and interests were slavery. Their language and culture surround the dark paths of violence and cause great despair in other forms of life. For generations, the Gordanians and the avian-like race, the Thanagarians, raged a war between themselves. In that, it seemed that it could have gone on with no end, until finally and unfortunately, the Gordanians won the centuries-spanning war by invading Thanagar. Millions on both sides perished, with even more civilians on Thanagar and her colony worlds suffering.

It almost happened out of nowhere when the Gordanians suddenly started to gain ground against the Wingmen. It was just a few months ago when the Gordanians started to take the offensive, from what Walker heard, it wasn't a new weapon or some fantastic tactic, it was the Gordanians' fighting spirit. Not something usually praised about of course, but Walker heard how the Gordanians started to performed greatly that they pushed back the Thanagarians to their homeworld. Strangely, while the Gordanians gained some renewed spirit, Walker heard about the Thanagrians losing it, like their own combined sense of hope and skills dipped into some wormhole. It just seemed like the Gordanians earned the favor of some god during the final months of the war.

Beaten to a pulp, their ruling council dead, and their military in shambles, the Hawkmen still continued their war with Gordanians even after the final battle. After the fall, fragments of their Empire held out against the Gordanian horde. However, despite their continued resistance, the Gordanians took the holdout worlds in mere weeks. Bloody and savage, Walker heard accounts of Thanagarian holdout worlds fighting to the bitter end, even down to the last man. Those worlds fell like a collapsing star and the Thanagarian Empire was no more than a ghostly memory. An after image that was soon fading away along with the Thanagarian people under Gordanian occupation.

With that, the fall of Thanagar had more consequences than anybody realized. After the fall, Gordanians seemed unstoppable. As if a dark deity has awoken within their armies, giving them power and strength unparalleled. The Thanagarians were like a dam and the Gordanians were a flooding river given strength from a bad storm, the dam cracked and buckled, and the flood that was the Gordanians was released upon the Galaxy.

Like locusts, the slavers went from system to system, conquering and enslaving innocent populations. Their reluctance to show respect to other forms of life was like if they were trying to please a dark demon they worshipped. A deity that only demanded their allegiance by causing mayhem and blight onto others. In that dam collapsing and that river raging across the land, his people were in its path and drowned.

Astonia, a simple planet with high mountains and expansive plains, fell victim to the Gordanians. The Astonian militias were nothing more than bugs that were squashed by the treads of a tank. It was no battle, no fight, it was a slaughter. Astonians were no more than helpless lambs that were butchered and torn apart by a predator with no limits to its never ending hunger.

He remembered that day like a bad horrible nightmare. Ash and smoke covered the skies like a bellowing storm. Gordanian warships blasted beams of energy and fire that rendered entire villages into dust and infernos. War parties captured men, women and children; they were shameless as they were brutal and barbaric.

But on that day, when it seemed like the rapture had started, hell brought onto his world like what the scriptures described. Panic and discord erupted within his people, calls of "God has forsaken us!" And "There is no God if he'll let this happen to us!" were many. There were blasphemous shouts that day as there were Gordnanians causing hell with their claws. Despite the signs of the apocalypse, Walker's faith was unwavering and steadfast at that time. Like a stone within a raging river, his faith in God refused to move, unlike the faith of his neighbors and friends.

Though his family was reluctant, Walker looked into the scriptures and found a solution, a savior. Indeed, he looked to the scriptures to find answers on what to do and found what they needed. A savior, a messiah even. To bring them back from the brink and to guide them out of the darkness that has set its eyes on them.

And so, they had the journey to reach Mount Helious, where it said in Vorrox Chapter Three, Verse Zero that they would find the messiah.

"As Death lights up the sky and the seas boil, there will be a Messiah who will save us from ourselves, who will be found on the very tip of Mount Helious by the Believer."

They went to the mountains, evading Gordanian slavers and raging forest fires caused by their invasion, they started the perilous track up to the top of Mount Helious. His family warned him about it, about how no one survived the climb up the mountain. Yet he persisted, believing that God was with them and they will be protected. At the end, he should of listened.

The first to be lost was his father. He fell to his death when the boards of a rickety bridge they were passing broke and he fell to the canyon's floor. His father was always a good man, he used to be devoted before the invasion. It seemed during the attack he lost his faith. But his father had faith in Walker, even when he himself lost it.

The second and third he lost were his beloved wife, Quanta, and his beautiful young daughter, Peesh. It happened so fast that he couldn't do much. When they stopped at the edge of the river that ran from the mountain for rest. Peesh and Jatt were playing in the river. He was conversing with Quanta when the ice from the top started to melt and pour more water into the river. The river at the moment surged violently and took his children into its currents. Walker did what he could only do at that time and grabbed Jatt. Peesh however was deeper in the river and he wasn't able to pull her back. Quanta though dived into the river and held Peesh in her arms to swim back to the shore. But the river was too strong for them at that point, and they were lost to its waters.

The last family he lost, was his only son, Jatt. His son always had a joyful and curious mind. He had doubts from time to time, but he ultimately had faith. They were so close to the top, so close that the skies were brighter than the sun itself. After days of barely any food or water, and Jatt succumbed to his hunger by eating poisonous berries. Jatt died in his arms when the fever took him. In all they went through, Jatt never lost his faith in his father. The top then became very, very far away.

In so, Walker climbed to the top and prayed alone. He was cold those final moments despite the environment feeling like a furnace. By himself, he only had his faith and love of his family powering him. When he finally made it, he expected an Astonian in ancient robes at a standstill, ready to push back the invaders with divine energies. He thought of seeing some old forgotten texts that withheld information about an ancient heavenly weapon. He even expected to see some offworlder, willing to help his people.

There was nothing on the top. Nothing but melted ice and old rocks. No angels, no texts or signs. Nothing.

Walker's knees jiggled and collapsed to the rough rock. He should have shouted to the heavens. He should have renounced his faith in God, face to face. To yell blasphemous slurs with no limits. Yet he prayed. He prayed, and prayed, and prayed. In some prayers, he sobbed and yelled in anguish in between his holy pleadings. Other times he did it all at the same time.

He asked for an answer, a sign, for anything. He asked to be with his family. He cried and prayed over and over again. He lost track on how long he was doing it, hours maybe. He sorrowed and said his prayers till his voice became dry and raw. Hunger set in his stomach, like if he was kicked into the gut. He felt tired and his eyes wanted to go down, like if he was being pull down by the total weight of a star.

At the end of the prayers came nothing. Nothing but the roaring winds that were attuned by the infernal slaughter that lay below.

And it was nothing that befell Walker. What he thought and felt was nothing. He couldn't think of any prayers for he already said all that he knew. He was too tired to cry anymore, he had no more tears to shed. He had no more energy to be able to yell and scream at god, it would have been useless. In his world, he had nothing. At that moment, he thought of nothing…and then something happened.

Walker can't really say he had clarity in that moment, but it wasn't from from it either. It was a strong gut feeling, a compelling instinct too loud to ignore. It was as if something, God or whatever, answered his call in a way he never expected. As if he could fell a hand guiding him, nudging him to the right direction. He found new strength and power like no other, marshaling himself to climb down the mountain. After some time, he managed to sneak onboard a Gordanian transport and left his burning homeworld. Piggybacking and becoming a stowaway on different ships, he let this strong feeling guide him here, the Third Moon of Galtos.

Why has he let this mere feeling pilot him? Was it out of desperation? The little amount of faith he has left? Curiosity?

No, it was hope. Hope had brought him here. The hope of finding a savior or some form of help that it might take shape into the living. Hope that they could stop the Gordanian menace from spreading across the Galaxy and sparring countless lives, stopping the fate of his people from becoming the fate of many others. Hope of doing all of this so he can die peacefully, to reunite with his loving father, his beloved wife, and his beautiful children. To see them in the next life, and to be with them peacefully, for the rest of eternity.

For a week, Walker stayed at Galtos, wandering the Casino Moon. Since his time here, he hasn't received that same feeling, that guidance, again. Supposing that God or whatever spirit took him here fell silent. That fact uneases him. He's afraid that he lost the favor of God or whatever and his punishment was this nervous silence.

But, he has reassured himself time and time again since he's been here that he can't lose hope. Not now, not when it's not too late when there's so much at stake. That this hope within cannot be broken and destroyed. To whatever deity called him here had some purpose, and that purpose must be to bring hope. His faith, now and forever, will need to be strong and undisrupted. That all is well because all will be well.

So he may know his pilgrimage, after all, to find this beacon of hope for the galaxy. The main question to him was where to start.

Walker takes another sip of his tea and exits out of his thoughts. Music and the sound of crowds enjoying themselves surrounded him. Then abruptly the front door to the tavern slams open, revealing an auburn-haired Thanagarian woman in a yellow-black outfit. In a wide smile and a hardy voice, she yells, "HI GUYS!"

Some patrons recognize her despite the loud music and regard her in different ways. Some called out to her and said, "WINGS!" Others lifted their mugs to her. After stepping out, a blonde man in black clothing and a brown vest was shown behind her. Walker couldn't tell what the man's heritage marked from. Rannian? Almeracian? The younger fellow entered the bar into a first step before completely stopping. The man paused for a moment and gazed at Walker in surprise and disbelief.

Walker was confused at first, not understanding why this blonde man seemed to be interested in him out of nowhere. Then a strange feeling came to the Astonian. It was like the guiding feeling from Helious, but somehow different. It was more like a sensation, a sixth sense. If he could describe it, it was like a source of energy. The energy was something of immense power, so strong it was that Walker was almost overtaken by it. The source of this power somehow was emitting from the blonde man.

So Walker stared back to the man as well. Their eyes meeting each other. Thought it wasn't like their eyes were only thing connecting. It was like their spirits connected, their energies that surrounded him and the blonde man collided. In a strange description, it seemed like the energy flowed through the man like a river. The entire universe seemed so different and changed around the man with the sun-baked hair.

Their etheric connection was broken when the Thanagarian woman went back to the blonde and touched him. Coming out of a trance, the man said something to the woman though half-distractedly. Walker couldn't hear what they were saying due to the distance between and the bar's music blurring.

The woman hesitated for a moment then said a couple of words and took the man's hand to guide him to the pub. Walker just noticed a small blue and white automata that wheeled behind the man. They went through crowd who were dancing and drinking to their heart's content. They reached the bar and took seats as the automata parked next to the man.

They talked and traded words for minutes. Some laughs were made and some patrons of the club went to the woman to catch up. The woman ordered something from Faz and he went to the bar's shelves that held many imported alien drinks.

Still, in this time, the man side-eyed Walker from time to time. Walker knew that both of them were being considered rude for staring at each other earlier and taking quick glances from time to time. But it was a feeling that Walker couldn't shake off.

He takes another sip of his tea, it was almost near empty. Faz returns with big steel mugs, filled to the brim of beer froth. The woman looked excited while the man looked concerned while intrigued. If Walker recalled correctly on what the beers that were in front of them, it might have been the Plurb sprinkled with worm grubs, something that tingled beings with avian features.

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"Good old Plurb!" Shayera said excitedly, "Go ahead, drink up!" She starts downing the frothy purple drink from its oversized beer mug.

Luke observed for a little bit, only to see the beer froth was practically leaking from the top. Seeing no danger in the drink, he takes a liberal swing from the alien beer. At first, he thought it wasn't that bad, tangy for sure but the aftertaste definitely made it better. But then he felt something move in his mouth.

Originally and logically, he thought it was just his tongue, but then he realized he didn't move his tongue to begin with. While Shayera was lifting the mug to her mouth, Luke put two fingers in his mouth and pulled whatever riggled in him.

He pulled out a small pink worm that writhed and squirmed in his fingers. He gulped upon the revelation that there may be more in his drink. He looked down on his mug that he held and saw other worms swimming in the purple drink. He definitely accidentally swallowed a couple.

Just before Shayera finished her drink and looked to Luke, he quickly dumped the mug from her view and dropped the worm to the ground. Shayera went down with her drink, slammed it in the Cantina's counter and bellowed a loud obnoxious burp.

"Very ladylike," Luke thought to himself.

"Ha! Good Plurb," she wiped the purple excess off her lips with her elbow, "Right, Luke?"

Luke replied with a shaky half-truth and forced a weak smile, "Uh yeah, great stuff!" He lifts the empty mug to show its hollowness.

Thankfully, Shayera bought it. "Attaboy! Knew you were a man despite that baby face of yours!"

Luke fully rotated his swivel seat to face Shayera, "Baby face?" Luke repeated with diminished confidence.

Shayera with a smug look and lightly shrugged in innocence, "Just an observation."

Luke wondered if this was the real Shayera talking he's been trying to get out and see more, or if it was the alien alcohol talking. Maybe both.

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind," Luke paused and played with his mug before saying with a side eye, "Bird-Nose."

No less than a fraction of a second, her head immediately pivoted with speed and a mixture of misgiving, shock, and anger were shown in her emerald eyes. Luke grasped that he maybe said that a little too loud for her to hear. She looked like an angry bantha bull with those eyes of hers.

"Bird-Nose?!" She repeated, demanding an answer back.

In a sense of petty revenge, Luke shrugged the same way she did to him not moments ago and cocked a visible smirk. "Just an observation."

She blinked a couple of times, then shaking her head, "I'm starting to regret ever coming with you." She said jokingly.

He laughed, "Hey, you wanted to take me here," he pointed at her, "That was your own doing."

She barely contain the smile on her face, "Touché," she thinks, looking down at her empty drink and back to Luke, saying what she was feeling to him. "Seriously though, I'm glad you asked me to come with you, I'm having a lot of fun."

Luke could say the same thing, he was having fun exploring the Moon next to Artoo and talking to Shayera. But what stopped him from fully enjoying himself was him sensing the presence of the non-human through the Force.

Slender and slightly tall, the non-human had a Twi'lek-like head-tail, though it was somewhat short. Big black eyes and greyish-white skin. The man in the far corner was by himself with just a small drink. Luke tried to get the thought out of his head, but he couldn't, not when it's been so long with getting an interaction with another force-sensitive. Through gauging the man's aura, he was a latent force-user who probably wouldn't know anything about his potential or of the Force.

But now, Luke was thinking that he could come up to the man later, not when there's flashing lights and noises all over. When they're at a calmer environment. So yes, Luke was having fun despite his pestering thoughts.

He went back to the real world, he dismissed Shayera with a wave, "That's what friends are for, we enjoy ourselves together."

Shayera deepened her smile and played her mug with her finger. She didn't say anything back, stuck in thought, trying to say it but holding it back. He could tell Shayera was hiding something in her, but he wasn't getting the feeling of what though.

She managed to get out, "Luke, I-" before Faz, the Cantina's owner, interrupted her words.

Burly and green-skinned with huge dark green frickles of various sizes that dotted his body. Double-chinned, missing some front-row teeth. Wearing a worn-out blue apron stained with splatters of dried alcohol and other alien intoxicants. Faz placed his arm onto the bar's table and said with rough Basic, "So, who's the new boyfriend?"

Shayera's jaw tightened and Luke swore that her face became redder than a Devaronian. "He's not my boyfriend, Faz!" She answered, offended and embarrassed.

Faz raised his hands, almost expecting her to throw a punch though not literally, "Hey, just asking here! Especially since you brought in that last guy."

Shayera's expression easeded, though slightly regretful, "It's fine, Faz. He's just friend nothing mor-" she caught the last word in her throat, not finishing it.

Luke stayed silent this time, Faz pressed on to Shayera, "Eh, alright then." He grabbed Shayera's empty mug and started to clean it with a dubious clean rag. "So how you've been holding up, wings?"

"Fine, I guess," She said with honesty.

He nodded, "That's good, especially since what happened to your folk, you know?"

Whatever fake smile Shayera put on was washed away and she looked into Faz as if to decipher what he just said, "What?" Her voice became weak.

Faz continued to "clean" the mug, "Well, you know. You Hawk fellas aren't in the greatest spots right now." He stopped, looking to choose his next words carefully, and said, "You don't know, do you?"

She shook her slowly, "No."

He huffed, his face showed that he didn't really want to say the next words, "I huh, I'm sorry Wings. But that war the Gordanians? They lost."

Pain strucked across her face, her eyes lost their sparkling jade color, and her tan skin lost its glow. "What?"

Luke was also in disbelief, but shock? No. Faz shook his head, "Nasty things I heard, nasty. Those Gordanians practically steamrolled the Hawks on their turf. Heard some stories that aren't really good to hear." He repeated his sentiment, "I'm sorry."

"Talak!" She said urgently, "What about Hro Talak?! Did someone say anything about what happened to Hro Talak?!"

"Hey I just hear the things people say who come by, never heard of Talak." He raised his shoulders, "Sorry, Wings."

Shayera's eyes lost their light, as if it was sucked out of existence by an event horizon, and she stared aimlessly at the Cantina's wall. Luke sensed her entire world shatter and burn. It withered under the flames and disappeared into the smoke, forever. She entered into a trance, not really paying attention to her surroundings. She didn't respond to Luke's worries or nudges from Faz. She looked like she was in a different plane of reality.

Shayera's guilt and sorrow irritated her, making Luke even sick. It pained him how in one moment she was genuinely happy and joyful, to see her smile brightly. To see the actual Shayera Hol that cracked through the barrier she made herself. Now she was back to the pit, succumbing to the harsh emotions he felt in her since the day they met.

Luke was about to put a hand onto her shoulder, to shake her off this darkness that possessed her when he felt another sensation. It wasn't the man he felt when he entered the bar, though he wished it was the case.

No, this was Luke feeling the vile emotions and intentions of multiple beings. Lust and desire poisoned the same air he breathed in. Gut-churning images of what they have done and want to do, shivered Luke's spine. Their sick and dirty thoughts rippled through the Force and reeked, like a repugnant aroma. Luke followed that stench with his eyes and looked upon its source.

Near the bar's walls to his now right, there was a long table that hosted two groups of two different races, drinking and laughing. There were at least thirty total, one race had one side of the table, the other at the opposite facing each other. One race was saurian-like, sturdy and tall, with green scales, and yellow eyes. Their armor was black, lined with red. Rounded helmets that showed their faces. Their armor didn't cover their biceps and their thighs, showing their muscle-bound scaly arms.

The other race was near-human. With purple skin and black facial hairs, armor in a reddish-purple color. While somewhat different by design and in a dark shade of purple compared to their skin, their armor was somewhat the same, bulky which protected their torso, and groin. They had pauldrons to protect their shoulders. Most wore that armor though some wore what looked like officer uniforms.

But their looks weren't the reason why Luke was looking at them, it was their intentions. They…were discussing about forcing themselves upon women, women who they captured here and on other worlds aswell. Talking and conversing casually, as if it were the norm. Though they were talking at their own language, what they were discussing was so clear to Luke, and it made him sick. From their talk, it seemed like they had captured the women onboard their ship, however, he could only do so much from sensing their intentions.

In so, thinking he could leave the distraught Shayera for a little bit and needing more information about the kidnappers, he stretched out his feelings. He entered the flowing currents of the Living Force and completely submerged himself in its waters. His mind went out of his body, out of the world of the ordinary, and into the Force. Indeed, he became incorporeal, intangible. The body of Luke Skywalker, sitting with its eyes closed and breathing at a standstill, was an empty vessel. In the mundane realm, it was nothing more than a formality, to serve as a beacon so he could return to inhabit once his investigations were over.

The sounds, lights, and smells that made their home in the Cantina were nothing but irrelevant pieces of information. The facts of the physical world that was around the body of Luke Skywalker were microscopic observations compared to how much knowledge he was getting from the Force. Trying to use the physical senses provided by the body to observe the Universe was like observing a huge beautiful painting through a narrow keyhole. Yet, the Force right now was his eyes, and it helped him study that very painting. He saw every brush stroke, every pivot point the artist made, and every color that they used to draw grand vistas that made a perfect reflection.

He sensed the intentions and feelings of the club's inhabitants when he entered earlier, but he felt more than that now, he became their very thoughts and the embodiment of their minds. He was their desires, their dreams, their love, and their highest points of ecstasy. He was their bad thoughts, their desires to drown their anguish in alcohol, their wants to ignore their hard days of work, and their need to pleasure themselves to relieve stress.

He was the darkest pit of Shayera Hol's despair and the fiery uproar of hatred her heart was becoming. He was the dazing imagination of an intoxicated patron who fell to a heap from his drunk stupor. He was the curious and stunned mind of the latent forceful being who felt Luke's presence expand like a stretching mist.

He is the Force and the Force was him.

He focused his attention on the group who still were laughing and enjoying themselves. Eating and drinking alien foods and beers, they were unaware of Luke's presence spying on them. He surrounded himself all around them, his energies encompassing the very air they drew breath. Clouding his existence in their realities, it seemed like he was a ghostly entity readying a hex to curse them. He infiltrated their minds, tangling their spirits with invisible hands. Their thoughts, their speech, their looks, and their glances were his now. He knew more about them than they did with themselves.

More knowledge came to Luke through the whispers of the Force, speech easy to understand, Sangtee and Gordanian alike. He let the Force be his translator.

"Is the beer good for you, Ishtak?" The Junior Lieutenant said.

Ishtak, the most senior officer of the party, spews a geyser of purple alcohol on the table, disgust written on his face. "I've tasted starship motor oil that's better than this Tamaranean piss water!" He said while dumping the contents onto the floor. His men laughed at their amusement with their Sangtee guests as well.

"Speaking of Tamaranean…" said a voice in fluent Gordanian, with a trace of nobility and smugness.

The voice originated from Sangtee Lieutenant H'arva Bruct, son of D'Tasloo Parva Bruct, the deputy to the Sangtee Emperor's advisor. Heiring from the House of Bruct, the young Sangtee wore a reddish purple officer's uniform with white pants and an inner white tunic that had not a hint of grim and dirt. A dark purple cummerbund around his waist was tightly knotted in elegance. The very few medals and awards he received were horizontally aligned at his left breast in perfection, down to word to word of what the Imperial Navy dress code said to be. Boots shined and glossed to the point that they were mirrors.

Clean-shaven and sharp black eyebrows that can cut meat. Skin so smooth that the gods were jealous him. And to top it off, he had a short amethyst-colored cape thrown back on his right shoulder, made by the finest Cironielian silks money can afford.

Bruct looked over to Ishtak while having a wine glass filled with green wine. Bruct had no intention of ruining his taste buds by drinking the disgusting booze the rabble that make up this Moon seemed to enjoy. Instead, he had his lower enlisted fetch him a bottle of vintage wine from a VIP-orientated store that was only accessible to visitors of high class and money.

"It seemed that you were very infatuated with that Tamaranean mistress when we passed the red light district, Lieutenant." He carefully pulled the glass and took in the sweet green liquid.

Ishtak gritted his sharp teeth. He had to put up with this sniveling purple boy for weeks now. The Sangtee Empire and the Gordanian Star Empire have been allies for years now. Military allies and slave trade partners, they've been exchanging training exercises and technologies for some time. A Gordanian Class-7 Cruiser "The Sharpclaw" has been assigned an patrol mission at the edge of the Gordanian border in the Omega Quadrant that turned into a "Contraband procurement" procedure from a transport ship that illegally entered their space.

Now the "goods" were stored onto the Sharpclaw and the the ship was in orbit of the Moon refueling to head back to Gordanian space. In all this time, The Sangtee Imperial Navy sent this annoying noble and his men to observe and somewhat partake into the operation. The boy was nothing more than a coward who's own successes are owed by his heritage from his royal house, not from skill. The noble was nothing more than a kid who judges and squanders when real work begins, and Ishtak have been assigned to babysit him.

"What I do in my free time is none of your concern, Sangtee." The Gordanian hissed.

Bruct gave a fake apologetic look, "Forgive me Ishtak for asking just a bold question, just curious." He shrugged while placing a leg onto the other, "After all, why spend money on something when we have the same thing back on the Sharpclaw?" He gestured his head to the rest of the table, "The men seem to not mind."

"The men can have whatever scraps are thrown at their feet. As an officer, I have the right to choose whoever I want to take."

Bruct takes another sip of the fine elixir, "As a fellow officer, I do share the same sentiments." He paused, looking at the concoction of aliens, peasants, and bottom feeders around them. Dancing in horrid fashions and drinking alcohol that were no better than sewer water. Disgusting.

He scowled, "Though may I ask again why we have to degrade ourselves by coming to this … establishment. I would rather spend my family's wealth on renting a private lounge for ourselves than…"

He stopped his words when he spots a slimy alien couple embracing each other, tangling their vile tentacles together in a show of savage passion. No class whatsoever. "Than going to such a gathering," He finally finished.

Ishtak did his best to contain the growl of annoyance he made. He is really getting tired of having to explain himself from time to time again to the noble.

"Like I said before, Bruct," he grumbled. "If we took the time of trying to get a private lounge, it would of taken hours just to get in. I would rather spend my time here to get my rest, where it's cheap than wasting our free time looking for a place."

Ishtak pointed a finger between Bruct's glass and the wine bottle. "That little stunt of yours with getting that wine cost us an hour alone."

Bruct held up a finger in objection, "And have I not offered to buy your men drinks like this one here?" He gestured to the bottle.

"My men are looking to unravel themselves, not taste test wines and talk about nobility problems, Lieutenant."

The Sangtee Noble sighed, he was getting exhausted for debating the reptile before him, "I suppose you are correct."

"And besides," Ishtak continued, "If we took in a lounge, by the time we entered there, the Sharpclaw would have finished her refueling."

"You seem to be always right, Lieutenant." Bruct sarcastically said, not bothering to hide his tone.

He finished what was left in his glass and he was about to refill it when he spots something peculiar. Amongst the rabble crowd that consisted the club, was a beautiful Thanagarian woman with auburn hair and two lengths of bangs that fell in front of her face. She wore a tight yellow athletic outfit with black outlines that revealed her stomach. She had the face of anger and determination written all over her face. Fists clenched and in a posture that seemed like she was ready for a fight, she stomped through wretched peasants as she made her way toward the table.

The Sangtee elbowed Ishtak across the table to get his attention on the Thanagarian. Ishtak was about to tell the group that they would need to leave in order to get back to the Sharpclaw in time until he too noticed the Hawkwoman heading towards them.

"This will be interesting," Bruct said with a smirk that sparked with anticipation while filling his glass up.

Luke immediately went back to his body, exiting out of his omnipresence and into the mundane world. He quickly turned to where he left Shayera, only to find an empty chair and an uninterrupted view of a drunk patron slouched forward to the table in an unconscious state.

He turned to where he sensed Shayera's aura and saw her walking at a fast pace towards the tabled Sangtee and Gordanians. She was out for blood, she had intentions of getting vengeance. She emitted grief and self-hatred that it practiually consumed her into a warrior wanting nothing more than to split the heads open of the very beings she's walking towards. Shayera Hol was gone, Hawkgirl took her place, and it was the Hawkgirl Luke doesn't want to see come out.

He went out of his seat and try to stop the possible carnage from happening before he had a feeling enter him. It was a feeling of the current situation, involving himself, Shayera, the Sangtee, the Gordanians, the man with the Force with him far away, and every single patron in the Cantina. It was a feeling that despite what Luke will do to stop a fight from happening, it will happen regardless. That fight will happen soon and it's gonna turn it's ugly soon, for every person in this large room. He knew this feeling, it came from the Force itself.

"Blast!" he cursed himself.

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She doesn't remember a lot of things at that moment. She doesn't remember walking through the crowd of bar patrons. She doesn't remember brushing people aside that she recognized as they tried to talk to her, only to be swatted away by her hand.

She barely remembers coming to Galtos with Luke. She barely remembers living on Earth for the past five years. She barely remembers being in a team of heroes she once called friends, family even.

The only thing she remembers was the look of Hro when she left him and her burning bubbling hatred for the Gordanians.

It was the Gordanians that were the root cause of everything bad that happen to her. The war dragged on for so long that her parents expected her to be a top tier soldier from the day she was born. It was because of the Gordanians that captured Hro Talak and tortured him into that flawed man that she regrettable fall in love years ago. It was the Gordanians that her own people lied to her about a plan to destroy Earth just to make a shortcut through Gordanian space to end the war in Thanagarian favor. It was because of the Gordanians that everything she held dear was gone.

She remembers now being in front of a table of scaly Gordanians. All of them giving her looks and glances that she would love to fix with the end of her mace…if she had it of course.

The closest one to her was obviously the most senior rank among them. "See anything you like, bird?" He said in a coarse throat.

On the opposite side of the Gordanians were almost an equal number of Sangtee soldiers. Shayera never really fully understood the Sangtee Empire other than they were an all-male race that regularly practiced slavery, slaves that mainly consisted of female races. She also knows that they are buddy-buddy with the Gordanians, so they're trash regardless.

A Sangtee officer opposite of the Gordanian she's next to looked at the Gordanian and said, "Ha, it looks like Tamaraneans aren't the only race you fancy, Lieutenant." The Smug Sangtee teased.

The Gordanian Lieutenant growled at the smug Sangtee, but kept his eyes on Shayera.

Shayera herself was in no mood for conversation nor games with these pricks, "Hro," she said demandly, "What do you know about Hro Talak."

The Gordanian raised his scaly brow, "You act like I know every Hawks' name I've killed, woman."

Shayera didn't let up her question nor her scowling look, "Commander Hro Talak, he's a war hero in my people." She squinted her eyes and compressed her lips into thin lines, "You definitely know something since you all captured him years ago."

"Heh," The Lieutenant said in some mocking amusement, now remembering that name. "Yeah I actually do remember in fact. Heard that name during your pathetic defense of your world."

Shayera's breathing stopped. Anticipation blocked the club's lights and sounds around here. She looked more concerned and worried now than angry at the Gordanians. She said, "And?" In a fearful way.

The bastard thought it was some joke he was about to tell and let out a smile, "What I've heard from some birdies we captured after that battle, he piloted his cruiser to our dreadnought after coming back to some no-name backwater planet." He shrugged, "Did some damage to our fleet, I'll give the bird that. But pointless regardless."

Shayera stopped listening, it felt like she stopped existing all together. Her heart sank deeper into her body and she could have puked it out. She felt like she was about to lose her sense of gravity. It felt like she lost everything.

"No," she grimly told herself. That Gordanian could be lying, he could be mocking Shayera just to get under her skin, to get her guard down so he could attack! or maybe…

Somehow, she felt he was telling the truth. That Hro died trying to save his planet was the truth and it did happened.

In all this time, she wondered why her people wouldn't just get revenge after she helped the league destroy the bypass. Maybe it was because they were too busy fighting the Gordanians. If Faz said that her people lost, then they wouldn't have the time nor luxury of getting payback. And if the Gordanians won, then Hro would for sure be gone. It would be him to die on some battlefield alone, or go on to some suicide mission, or…guide his cruiser to a Jordanian dreadnought.

She stayed motionless like a statue while the Sangtee and Gordanians watched her. Pretty boy rubbed his chin as if trying to remember something, then snapped in revelation. "Ah! I see now," he points at Shayera, "You're Shayera Hol, that one traitor I've heard the Hawkmen talk about."

She went back into reality, the Sangtee continued, "What I've heard is," he said while swirling his wine, "That you had a little relationship with a Green Lantern. Funny what I also heard is that you were engaged with Commander Talak." He made a 'tsk' twice, "I wonder how Talak would have felt when his own beloved betrayed her own people just to lay supine for a Gre"

His little statement was stopped by Shayera. In a motion that felt like it wasn't her, like if her body went into autopilot. In a way that shocked even her. She grabbed the wine glass the Sangtee pretty boy held and crashed it against his face. Glass broke and liquid that was mixed with blood and wine sprayed all over. The Sangtee wailed in pain and fell to the ground, both hands to his face as he went to the fetal position.

One of the Sangtee soldiers that sat next to the officer quickly went out of his chair and swung his purple arm towards her, knocking her onto the ground. Sangtee and Gordanian alike, went out of their chairs, readying their blasters and close to pulling them out of their holsters. The one that knocked Shayera off her feet already had a blaster primed and ready at her.

Shayera heard a distinct sound of a snap-hiss from one side of the room, a humming that sounded like it was coming towards them, then an arch of green energy slicing the Sangtee's blaster arm. The arm dropped to the ground with trailing smoke from the cauterized meat and muscle, still having a death-grip onto the blaster.

The Sangtee in question was in the middle of the process of either screaming in pain or trying to hit whoever took his arm off before a black boot connected itself with his stomach. Shayera thought she heard air escaping out of his lungs and the audible sound of bones breaking like the snapping of sticks. The kick sent the Sangtee straight back onto the table where the other Sangtee and Gordanians were just now getting up.

The Sangtee that collided on the table broke glass and mugs on his back and sent beers all over the place. Shayera then realized that the green energy that fountained from a cylinder and the black boot that kicked the purple alien was from Luke.

Then silence. Pin drop hearing silence. Deafening silence that exited for 3 seconds. Dancing, drinking, talking and whatever that made noise stopped. She was pretty sure that the music stopped. All eyes were on Luke, everyone in Faz's place placed their undivided attention on him. Eyes, eyestalks, and robotic vision saw Luke with his activated lightsaber.

In no less and no more after those silent three seconds passed, all hell broke loose.

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Notes

I am using Saint Walkers appearance from the Green Lantern Animated Series and his backstory from the New Earth Continuty. Not much to say here honestly, other than I'm trying to show the slow progression of Shayera's feelings to Luke