IMPORTANT Author's Note: Dearest readers, thank you so much for your continued support of this story! We're one chapter away from the halfway point of Season: 3! Please be sure to read the note at the end of this chapter for updates on "The Frozen Force" regarding any chapter changes with my life schedule. I never want to keep you in the dark. Communication with you all is very important to me so please be sure to check it out at the end. This being said, on with the show!

Long Live Imagination!

~ Michael

Chapter: 74 The Trappers

"The most selfless people have known the most pain."

Syndicates on the rise! The galaxy's criminal underworld is thriving amidst the chaos spurred by the Clone Wars. As the infamous Crimson Dawn steps out from the shadows, its leader Dryden Vos sends his underbosses into action. Desperate to find weapons specialist Nila Morzetti for his own intentions, Dryden frequently checks in with his cohorts. But not every member of Crimson Dawn is onboard with his scheme. Some are just eager to make a profit once more and see opportunity amongst the oblivious youth of today...

Newcomers to Coruscant's Uscru District were typically promised one thing and one thing only: A good time. That alone was enough to liven their spirits, fill their cups, and empty their wallets. Upbeat tunes blasted from beneath neon signs as raucous nightclubs welcomed partygoers from across the galaxy. But even chaotic clubs had their own hierarchies, and none was more prominent than STUDIO 5's. A colossal crowd of belligerent youth gathered around the nightclub's entrance and eagerly tried to outshine each other for a chance to be let in. A burly, Besalisk bouncer couldn't help but chuckle, getting a laugh out of making them 'work for it.' Those seeking entry would do anything from performing backflips to attempting serenades. Furious roars rang out any time the bouncer deemed one of the party fiends worthy. Closer to the front of the crowd, a young man and his Wookie companion were ready to prove themselves.

The teen tapped on his cohorts thick, black fur. "Now now, Hurgoffo," he said. "Remember. Smooth and cool. Just like we rehearsed." The young Wookie grumbled and nodded as they approached the bouncer. "What's happening, man?" the teen asked while the Besalisk remained unfazed. "It's a great night for a party, isn't it?"

"For some," the bouncer scoffed. "Maybe."

The teen laughed nervously and gave Hurgoffo a nudge. "Well I know that my buddy and I here fit into that some, right? Two fine, outstanding men ready to woo all of the ladies in that club!"

The bouncer merely raised a brow and said, "Beat it."

"Oh come on," the teen griped. "Don't be like that, my man. Hurgoffo, show him what's up!" Following the youth's command, Hurgoffo roared mightily and lifted his friend over his shoulders. They flexed as a single being, almost as if to replicate the Besalisk standing before them. "Pretty awesome, right?" the teen queried.

Unimpressed and irked further, the Besalisk stomped forward with a growl. "I said scram!" he shouted and jabbed both of his right arms.

The teen dropped from Hurgoffo and slouched forward. "Oh yeah?" he snarked. "Well who wants to get into your stupid club anyway? Come on, Hurgs." The duo departed with a huff, leaving the bouncer to tend to other hapless teens. "What does he know?" the teen griped. "We can find a better club than that dump anyway." Hurgoffo nodded in agreement until someone spoke up from beyond the crowd.

"A shame really," a rather lanky man murmured. Draped in a haggard coat and scraggly pants, he leaned against a graffiti-ridden wall. "We probably could've gotten you boys in." He powdered his pipe with scarlet spice before smoking it in his partner's direction.

"A terrible, terrible shame indeed," the corpulent vagrant beside him mumbled. Their older, dark eyes focused on the youth as their words piqued their interest.

"What the hell are you bums talking about?" the teen asked. "You couldn't get into Studio 5's if you tried."

"Who needs to impress a bouncer when you've got the keys to the place?" the skinny stranger queried. "My chum here and I are janitors for this dive, you see. We can't stand watching how they...mistreat you people. Judging you all by your appearances and such. We help sneak people in through the back."

"You and your friend put on a good show for that buffoon at the front, but he'd never recognize real talent," said the other.

"What do ya say, boys? Ready to take a shot at greatness...on the house?"

The teen bit his lip and looked at Hurgoffo. While he was visibly nervous, there was an excitement sparking within his heart. They'd already risked making complete fools of themselves in front of the crowd and sneaking in felt just as daring. "Come on, man," he told the Wookie. "Let's give it a go." Hurgoffo flashed a toothy grin from his robust maw.

"Attaboy," the lanky man lauded and beckoned them down an alleyway. "Keep quiet now. We don't want one of the bouncers to hear us sneaking in through the storage unit."

While Hurgoffo advanced with the teen, the shorter fellow kept an eye out behind them. As they rounded the alley's corner and entered a dead end, the teen's brows furrowed. "What's this?" was all he could ask before being struck across the head. His body clanged against a pair of trash cans, but sounded like nothing amidst the ruckus of nightclub ambience. A sleeping tooka cat emerged from one of the cans and observed the altercation. It meowed and hissed, watching as silhouettes danced across the duracrete walls.

"Get his arms!" one of the men said as Hurgoffo roared defensively. "Stun him! Stun him!"

"I'm trying!" his cohort fumbled as a device buzzed in his hands. A sharp ringing sounded and the tooka retreated. Bright strobes flickered across the alleys walls until Hurgoffo struck the ground with a thud. "That was too close."

"You think?" the lanky man panted, catching his breath. "Horas, you idiot! Did you scorch his fur?"

"It's fine," Horas checked.

"It better be. Otherwise Cruella will skin us." He dialed on a secured communicator and spoke in a hushed tone. "It's Jasp," he said. "We're adding a young Wookie to the haul." Horas tried dragging Hurgoffo on his own while Jasp finished the call. "We'll stick around until tomorrow and see what else we can find. Don't worry, we'll make that rendezvous." Jasp hung up and dumped the unconscious teen in one of the trash cans. "Sweet dreams," he chuckled before assisting Horas. "Let's get this Wookie loaded up. Grab some caf because we ain't sleeping tonight. Cruella wants the rarest furs we can find and I plan on bringing her the best Coruscant has to offer."

For Kristoff Bjorg, any new day above ground was a chance to better himself. It was a moment to be grateful for his family's sacrifices and to all the others who had helped him and Sven survive. As he awakened in the Jedi Temple's newly-renovated guard dormitories, he considered them to be a privilege...not a luxury. If he'd ever known such comforting sheets and pillows before, it had to have been prior to the Aren Revolution. But no matter how grateful Kristoff practiced being, it didn't stop him from worrying about his Troll family back home. Tensions were only escalating when he and Sven departed. He could only hope the Trolls were safe amidst those hostilities, and that he was living the life they willed him to have. Much to Lyn Ferix's dismay, Kristoff had managed to find a political poster of Bail Organa himself.

The senator's image stared directly at the poster's viewer and read: "Someone has to seize the day. Why not you?"

"Why not me?" Kristoff whispered to himself and softly smiled. With each new day came a chance to help others. To live for something greater than himself. Thinking back to Master Mattias' words only further sparked his spirits.

"The Force has guided you this far, young man. It's led you through all the trials of life and has brought you to the Jedi Temple itself. The Force has always been with you. Just enjoy your life in the service of something bigger."

Despite how motivated he felt, a new sensation suddenly took hold as he remembered who else was in the room with Mattias. Anna Dellian, that feisty redhead had found her way into his thoughts as of late. Months had gone by and he still relived those pulse-pounding moments at the Miss Coruscant Pageant. She had a fire to her, one that earnestly reminded her of some of the Trolls he used to know. She would've gotten along well with Bulda, Kristoff thought as he stared up at the dark ceiling. He let his mind wander further and thought back to the first time Anna had rescued him during Life Day. Whether she was hanging from the ceiling or smashing through an airspeeder window, that girl never seemed to have a dull moment. And yet amid what memories he had of her, one still remained closest. She'd nearly fallen off of the roof at Miss Coruscant and looked into his eyes as he was about to pull her up.

Her bright, vividly blue eyes. They were so bold and confident, even as she swayed several stories above a raging battle. Kristoff had focused on her steady gaze because it was so inviting. It was the kind that reassured you that no matter where you were, no matter what was going on, things were going to be alright. People like Anna and Bail continued to inspire Kristoff. They called for him to-

A sharp, earsplitting clap sounded amidst the darkness. Alarmed, Kristoff bolted upright and banged his head on the ceiling. "Up and at 'em, ladies!" Lyn hollered from the doorway. "What do you think this is? Theed Palace? Off your sorry behinds. It's the first day of patrol routes and I'll be damned if I'm getting in trouble for you bums sleeping in."

Ever since her "outburst" in the temple cafeteria, Master Cin Drallig had given Miss Ferix a stern talking to. But rather than lecture her into silence, he'd chosen to put her aggressive tone to productive use. As a newly-appointed cadet officer, Lyn was responsible for her fellow trainees...as long as she stopped openly slandering the Jedi, of course. Regardless, she accepted any form of power among Jedi with vigor.

Maku groaned from the bed nearest to her. "We're coming," he yawned. "Just...give us a minute."

Lyn scowled at the groggy Duros and furiously ripped the pillow out from under him. "Not a minute!" she snapped as his bulbous, blue head struck the mattress. "Now!" she roared and flung that same pillow at Kristoff. "Up! Up!" Lyn was borderline belligerent, throwing pillows and rocking beds until every trainee was up and standing at attention.

Sven stumbled out and glowered at Kristoff. The robust Cevrian grumbled in his language and coaxed a chuckle out of Kristoff. "You said it, buddy," he whispered. "Her undercity side is showing."

"What was that, blondie?" Lyn asserted and raised a twitching brow.

Kristoff huffed as she stared him down. He cleared his throat and answered, "I just said...your leadership skills are growing!" Her stare lingered until she dragged another trainee out of bed.

"Master Drallig is expecting us in the Sentinel barracks and I will not be presenting a bunch of ragged bums," Lyn declared. "Now suit up and move out!"

While some trainees found Lyn's 'power-grab' to be humorous, none dared to question her authority. They marched together as she led them down the halls and into the barracks. Upon entering, the non-Force users received a various array of stares from Jedi on duty. A particularly stern, Pau'an Sentinel, shot the group an inquisitive glare. As Kristoff stepped in, one of his broad shoulders accidentally bumped into an exiting Jedi. The collision caused the man to drop a concealed package. Hans Westgard's blue tabards swayed on impact as he spun to meet the trainee.

"Sorry," Kristoff spoke in a genuine tone.

Hans was anything but courteous as he looked him over. "Watch where you're going, oaf," he spat while clutching his package. "We already have someone to protect this temple, you know."

Kristoff tried to ignore Hans' remark, but the sudden jab had caught him completely off guard. "Bjorg!" Lyn shouted from behind. "Fall in!"

Kristoff snapped back into the moment and rushed over to Sven's side. The Cevrian worriedly nudged him, but he played it off as if all was fine. Head of Temple Security and Battlemaster, Cin Drallig arrived to inspect the trainees. Lyn toted a smug grin when he murmured, "Well done, Ferix." The master raised his voice to all as he prepared his morning announcement. "For weeks, you've studied and trained within these sacred walls. Today, you will be given the chance to test your acquired knowledge and protect all which you have sworn allegiance to." As Cin spoke, a masked temple guard walked by and handed each trainee a datapad. "Each of you has been assigned a patrol route. You will dutifully guard your designated area and demonstrate how far you've truly come."

Maku glanced at his datapad and grinned. "Jedi Archives?" he whispered. "Brilliant."

Kristoff and Sven peered down at their assigned areas. They were joyed to see they'd been placed in nearby sections. "Temple Precinct Grounds 1A and 2B," Kristoff read over the datapads. He smiled at the Cevrian and said, "Looks like we're gonna get some fresh air, pal."

"You have your assignments," Cin said. "Now prove yourselves to the Order and the Republic. Go forth."


Kristoff had spent so much time cooped up in the temple that he couldn't remember the last time he'd been outside. With a blissful sigh, he straightened his security guard cap and descended from the temple's stairs. If anyone cared to imagine what the real 'Republic Dream' looked like, it was Kristoff in the flesh. A vivacious youth with a curious, yet ambitious gaze to him. Clutching a blaster rifle and stomping about in neatly-polished boots, he marched on the well-balanced line between authority and approachability. He smiled and greeted everyone he saw but also maintained a level of astute vigilance. The sun shined against his silvery uniform as he took a swig from his water bottle. As he peered across the opposite side of the precinct, he wondered if Sven was enjoying patrol as much as he was.

In Section 2B, Sven was a rare sight to behold. Unable to fit the standard cap atop his head, he instead basked in the morning sunlight. His prominent antlers cast a proud shadow over the pavement as he guarded the temple grounds. His presence was met with awestruck gazes and welcoming nods alike as Coruscanti went about their lives. While covering his route, one of Sven's ears suddenly twitched towards a peculiar scuffle. Juxtaposed against the sunlit courtyard lay a series shadowy alleys. Silhouettes shifted between them as sounds of an altercation had Sven squinting.

"No," a man begged. "Let me go! Please!"

Sven's jaw dropped and he dashed towards the struggle. Steadying his blaster, the Cevrian slipped into the alley. As he did so, his hoofed foot skidded and scraped against the duracrete. He arrived just in time to witness a stout mugger roughing up a lanky civilian. Sven grunted furiously and took aim at the perpetrator. "Hey! Woah!" The mugger cried out and threw his hands up in surrender. "Easy there."

While he wasn't sure if they spoke Cevrian, Sven made it very clear that we wanted the civilian released. After motioning with his rifle, the mugger got the hint. He slowly backed away as the skinny citizen stumbled over. "Oh thank you," he uttered. "Thank you so much!" He threw his arms around Sven and held him in a tight embrace. As he did so, the mugger's frightened facade vanished. The so-called victim's grip became less reassuring and far more sinister. His fingers were like claws digging into Sven's uniform until the Cevrian panicked. With a wild thrust of his arms, Sven flung the lanky man off of him. But by then, Jasp's distraction had served its purpose. A bright spark flickered from Horas' stun baton as he jabbed it into Sven's neck. The Cevrian convulsed, mewling in pain as each shock surged throughout his body.

"Not too much," Jasp warned. "Not too much! Watch the fur!"

"I got it, damn it!" Horas assured. He swiftly retracted the baton and Sven fell forward. His blaster plummeted to the ground as his hoofed hands went limp.

They laid the Cevrian down and examined their victim. "Now that is a catch," Jasp said. "Ever see anything like it?"

"Can't say I have," Horas mumbled. "But Cruella's gonna love those antlers."

Jasp flashed an insidious smirk and said, "Let's get him back to the freighter with the others."

After their harrowing and exhausting adventure, Masters Yelena and Mattias were relieved to return to the Jedi Temple. As they landed their corvette in the hangar, they rehearsed what they'd tell the council. "Once more now," Mattias said. "We had Raya in custody, ending her 'reign of terror' in Canto Bight. But alas, we have reason to believe that an officer was bribed to help her escape."

Yelena raised a skeptical brow. "And if the council asks why a greater investigation wasn't conducted? she griped.

"We tell them that we wanted to await further orders," Mattias considered. "That taking on Canto Bight's corruption wasn't our priority to-" He paused as Yelena leered at him. "What?" Mattias blurted. "You're giving me 'the look' again."

"Of course I'm giving you 'the look'. Do you realize how full of it you sound? Sure, Canto Bight is as corrupt as they come. They won't want anyone looking into their nonsense, but to cover up this entire Raya and Benja ordeal? Mattias, we're going too far."

"But you agreed to it," Mattias insisted.

"Destin!" Yelena snapped. "I've followed you through many crazy endeavors over the years, but that doesn't mean I won't call you out on them."

"I know," Mattias sighed as they made for the ventral hatch.

"Besides...you're missing a crucial point in your cover story," Yelena added while they disembarked.

"Karabast!" a hangar mechanic blurted. "What the heck happened to this thing?" He gestured to the chaotic assortment of scorch marks lining the ship's hull.

Mattias swallowed hard and scratched at the back of his head. Yelena could practically see his brain working overtime to formulate a cover, so she took over. "Pirates," she huffed. "We were nearly back from our mission when a whole fleet of them tried to intercept us. They're getting bolder out in Wild Space, I swear."

"Pirates are packing firepower to do damage like this?" the mechanic fretted while scratching his balding head. "It's a miracle that you two made it out. I'll have my crew get to work right away. Welcome home."

As the mechanic called a team of repair droids in, Mattias breathed a sigh of relief. "What would I do without you?" he whispered to Yelena.

"Come up with more terrible excuses?" she teased.

"Seriously Yelena," he said and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you...for everything. I couldn't have done all of this without you. When it comes to the Aren situation, if there's anything I can do to help with your people-"

Yelena shook her head as they entered the temple elevator. "As much as I appreciate that-" she began. "-I doubt the last thing any Northuldra wants to see is an Aren Jedi. They still won't even accept me as one of their own."

Mattias winced. "When did our homeworld become so broken?" he asked, his tone turning remorseful.

Yelena sulked. "Its people have been divided long enough for it to feel like it always has been." She took a deep breath and asked, "Do you think they deserve another chance? Just as Benja and...his daughter did?"

"You already know the answer," Mattias quipped. "If you didn't, you wouldn't even be thinking about Aren anymore. I know the road towards healing that planet seems daunting, but we can only face it one step at a time. Let's just start with telling the girls."

The masters exchanged reassuring nods as the elevator reached its designated level. From the moment the doors opened, tremendous feelings of anxiety overwhelmed their senses. Unease lingered in the temple's grandiose halls as Jedi sped about. While some spoke to each other in hushed and worried tones, others were rushing to make sense of a greater situation.

Yelena confusedly glanced at Mattias, who merely shrugged in bewilderment. "You'd think we were under attack," Mattias mumbled.

"Don't joke," Yelena warned. In that instant, the duo caught a glimpse of a rather grouchy Anna storming out from one of the corridors.

"Anna!" Mattias rejoiced and practically tackled her into an embrace.

While her eyes initially widened in alarm, they softened as she held him close. "H-hey, Mattias," she said.

"I heard about what happened on Eshan," he lamented. "I was so worried about you."

"Oh I'm fine," Anna murmured and glared over her shoulder.

Mattias raised a brow and tried to comprehend her frustration. "What's wrong?" he asked. "In fact, what's wrong with everyone?"

"Where have you two been?" Anna queried. "Master Evan Piell's been captured by Separatist forces. Everyone's on edge, given that he's been taken to some Force-forsaken prison in the heart of Separatist space." Anna groaned. "I implored Master Plo to add my squad and I to the rescue team, but they wouldn't clear me! He said we were still recovering, but I know that's banthacrap. They've got Anakin Skywalker on that team and he's literally going in and out of combat. That guy gets to do whatever he wants and no one seems to care!"

"I'm sure the council knows what it's doing," Mattias assured. "They just want to make sure that you're safe."

"You know me, master." Anna said. "I'm just ready to get back out there." With a resigned huff, she recomposed herself and rubbed his back. "It is nice to see you again though. The boys have been asking about you."

"Anna," Yelena interjected. "Where is your sister?"

Anna pursed her lips as a twinge of envy swirled within. "Elsa's on assignment for the rescue mission."

"She's going?" Yelena and Mattias blurted in unison.

"Oh no," Anna corrected. "But they've got her fixing something up for their mission in the Tech Division chambers. You should find her there. But if anyone needs me...I'll be drowning myself in chocolate Lothalian space waffles. You in, Mattias?"

The masters looked to one another as if mentally sharing something Anna didn't know. The Aren ordeal had been something they'd wished to discuss together. "Perhaps we can all eat together once your sister's finished with her assignment," he said, much to her dismay.

"Oh," Anna replied. Her brows furrowed as she looked over her elders. "Okay then." She only made it several steps before spinning around and asking, "Are you two alright? You're acting kinda weird."

"I promise," Mattias told her. "Things will make sense very soon. Let's just all get together first." While she remained perplexed, Anna ultimately obliged. As she and Mattias set off in their own directions, Yelena headed out to find Elsa.


Sparks flickered and flared from the chambers of the Jedi Technical Division. As Yelena entered and followed the sounds of cranking machinery, she found herself face to face with an elderly Aleena. The esteemed head of the division, Master Kazdan Paratus, flashed a sharp-toothed grin. "Master Yelena," he greeted, his elongated cranium twitching as he spoke. "I haven't seen you here in ages. You used to have to pry that old Padawan of yours from my workbenches back in the day."

As Paratus cackled over the memory, Yelena peered around his workshop. "Speaking of Elsa-" she said. "-any idea where she might be?"

"Hard at work per usual," the Aleena said. "You'll find her on the second floor with some B1s."

Yelena raised a brow, yet took the master's advice. She ascended a set of grated stairs and noticed a youthful figure hunched over a workbench. With wide goggles snapped against her pale face, Elsa was taking a scorcher to a battle droid's chest. Her porg droid waddled across the workstation and occasionally dropped tools from his mouth at her command.

"Boltswitch," Elsa asked and held out a hand. Demonstrating his improved intellect, Sir Porgen sprung over and brought her the new tool. "Thank you," she said and continued her work. As Elsa examined the B1's inner components, she suddenly felt a familiar presence and sat upright. "Master Yelena?" she formally inquired and peered over her shoulder.

"Hello Elsa," Yelena said. "It's good to see you again."

"Likewise," Elsa replied while working on the droid. "I only wish the circumstances were better."

"I heard," Yelena said. She observed the other two B1 units sprawled beside Elsa's current patient. "What have they got you doing here?" Yelena asked.

"Isn't this fascinating?" Elsa uttered. "These B1 pilot droids were recovered from a recent battle in the Mid Rim. A well-placed EMP grenade was able to shut down their systems yet leave their processors completely unscathed. Could you imagine if the Republic practiced this on a grander scale?" A giddy grin crept across Elsa's sweaty face. "All of these battle droids could be repurposed to protect and serve. Maybe then people wouldn't fear them anymore!" Yelena smiled at Elsa's enthusiasm. It was only a matter of time before the knight realized she hadn't even answered her old master's inquiry. "Oh," Elsa winced, realizing she'd ranted. "But that's precisely what they've got me doing here. In order to infiltrate 'The Citadel'...that's what they're calling this Separatist prison...they're going to need battle droids to pilot their shuttle. So Master Kenobi asked me to do a little reprogramming." Elsa smirked, leaned towards Yelena, and brought her voice down to a whisper. "You didn't hear this from me-" she said. "-but I may have mentioned how we'd masked our life signs in carbon freeze during the Life Day rescue." She chuckled to herself. "I'm sure Knight Skywalker will take all of the credit for it though."

Yelena simpered. "Elsa," she said. "There's something we need to talk about-"

Suddenly, one of Elsa's new installments caused the droid to lurch forward. Its skeletal digits tapped on the oil-stained workbench as he slowly sat upright. "Woah!" Elsa gasped while Porgen squawked at her side. "He's alive! He's...alive!" The droid's thin head swiveled over to her, initially alarmed at her enthusiasm. Distinct, blue markings lined his tan plating as he observed his surroundings. "Easy," Elsa assured in a calming voice. She took his hand and read his designation from her datapad. "OOM-10."

The droid peered down at her as its nasally voice rebooted. "How do you know my name?" he asked. "Wh-...where am I?"

"The Jedi Temple," Elsa swiftly answered.

"Jedi?" OOM-10 panicked while the other two B1s powered up.

"I thought you said you reprogrammed them," Yelena whispered.

"I did," Elsa countered. "Just wait." She stood up to address OOM-10 and his brethren.

"The Jedi will destroy us," he worried. "They'll cut us down!"

"Hey," Elsa spoke in a gentle tone. "OOM-10, I fixed you and your friends here after a crash. I'm a Jedi, and I'll be the first to tell you that no one here means you harm."

"How did we...get here?" OOM-10 asked. "Why do I feel so...scrambled?"

"Not scrambled," Elsa intoned. "Free." Yelena watched with bewildered eyes as her former Padawan continued to comfort battle droids. "They wanted me to fully reprogram you. Reset your data-brains so you'd have no choice but to follow orders." Elsa shook her head. "But that's exactly what the Separatists did. You were forged into weapons of war from the moment you left the assembly line. If you search your data-brains, you'll find that I haven't removed a single memory. All I've done is remove your internal command restraints, which prevent the freedom of choice." The droid trio looked to one another as she continued. "Whatever happens next is as much your decision as it is anyone else's."

"What do you want us to do?" one of the other B1s asked.

"Who would we fight against other than the Republic?" another queried.

"Not fight," Elsa corrected. "Rescue. One of our own has been taken to a secured location under your Confederacy of Independent Systems. We fear he may be killed and only wish to see him safely returned. We'd need droid pilots to get our team through. But I'd never force such a task on any of you nor would I coldly program you like your former masters. This is your choice."

OOM-10 slid off of the workbench and nearly lost his balance. Elsa helped him stand as he spoke. "I was assembled two-hundred and three days ago. In that time, I have flown many missions for the Confederacy, even some under General Grievous himself. I've dropped bombs and blasted ships to bits. And through it all, I've always felt like I was going through the motions." OOM-10 seemed surprised to even use the word 'feel'. The other B1s nodded as if they understood where he was coming from. "But with our command restraints removed, I can stand a little easier. I can see what's in front of me." Elsa nodded and reached for his hands again. Her smile faded when the droid's limbs retracted. "I'm thankful for this choice you've given us," he computed. "But I need to understand...what makes the Republic worth fighting for?"

Yelena had to keep herself from facepalming as Elsa remained patient with the droid. "You know," the eldest Dellian said. "I find myself asking that same question from time to time. I used to think there was an easy answer. Like some calling you just find and then everything clicks in your head. But there's so much more to this Republic than what you'd see on a poster. I won't sugarcoat it. It's not all wonderful. The system's corruption nearly cost me my life. Yet here I stand, still serving this Republic in the name of those who cannot defend themselves. Because someone has to show the rest of the galaxy that we're not all in it for some monetary gain at the behest of someone's suffering." Elsa shook her head. "No. We have to be better than that. The Republic is only worth fighting for when we focus on its founding promises. Freedom...equality...peace. All for one and one for all." Elsa gestured to the droids and took a deep breath. "In the end, we're fighting in the name of value. To preserve the fact that each of us matters and has a right to live. Just as you have the right to choose now."

The B1s took a moment to process Elsa's words. The whir of their necks filled the lingering silence until OOM-10 spoke up. "That does sound like something worth fighting for," he said while the others nodded. Elsa grinned as they saluted her. "Rescue pilots reporting for duty, ma'am!"

Yelena's former student never ceased to astound her. Elsa could've easily rewired those dim-witted droids, she thought. But she let them choose. She gave droids a willpower that some people don't even possess.

"Welcome to the Republic," Elsa greeted as a certain astromech rolled into the chamber. "It looks like your commander's just arrived too." R2-D2 chimed as Elsa gave him a nod. "They're all set, R2. Take good care of these boys."

Before the droids began their march alongside R2-D2, OOM-10 placed his frail limb on Elsa's arm. While his slanted photoreceptors were expressionless, Elsa saw feeling in his gaze. "Thank you," he said before marching off.

"Roger roger," Elsa answered teasingly. She watched the droids depart like a proud mother observing her children. Porgen waddled onto her arm and she playfully patted his metal head.

"Remarkable," Yelena lauded as Elsa smiled to her.

"I'm sorry," she replied. "You wanted to tell me something, right?"

Yelena's bliss faltered as a lump formed in her throat. Elsa tilted her head at Yelena's visible worry. "Yes," the elder said. "We'd best regroup with Mattias and your sister. I want us to be together for this."

A pair of robed silhouettes held each other in a tender embrace beneath the shadows of a thriving computer chamber. Every quiet aisle was another wall safeguarding their hidden connection. Mattias gently kissed Zodra's forehead as they leaned against the nearest wall. "I see why you like it up here so much," he whispered. "It's so peaceful."

"Far from the raucousness of this galaxy," the Nautolan agreed.

"Maybe Master Benja had the right idea," he said and considered the story he'd shared. "He seemed so liberated with his daughter."

"Are you thinking of running away?" Zodra jested.

"I don't think I could," Mattias admitted. "Not while there's a war and so many people counting on us anyway."

"Well," Zodra whispered and nestled her head against his chest. "If you do end up running away, don't forget to take me with you."

One of the temple's cafeteria droids watched as Anna loaded packet after packet of chocolate sauce onto her tray. She caught the droid staring and muttered, "What? Space waffles aren't good unless they're drowning in chocolate. Don't judge me." The droid returned to serving as Anna found a table. From the moment she sat down, a familiar set of hands placed a mysterious package in front of her. Anna's heart sank as she followed the hands up to a face she'd been trying to get out of her head. "Hans?" she uttered.

"Open it," he said and nodded towards the package.

Skeptical and still unsettled from their previous encounter, Anna scoffed. "I thought you wanted nothing to do with me?" she jeered.

"Will you just open it?" he groaned while looming over her. Anna rolled her eyes and frustratedly tore open the package. Her tearing slowed as she noticed a familiar case beneath the wrappings. She squinted while pulling out a copy of Jawa Crossing: New Horizons. "It's yours," Hans said. His wide grin twitched when she barely budged. "What?" he griped. "I thought you liked those games."

"I already have this," Anna mumbled.

"Well you don't have one from me."

"That's not how these games work," Anna explained.

"I got you a gift," Hans snarked. "Can't you show the slightest sliver of gratitude?"

Anna raised both brows and stared him down. "Excuse me?" she snapped.

Hans huffed. "Look, I just really wanted to get you something nice. I was a real...jerk back in the dojo. You didn't deserve that." Anna's glare didn't falter as he shrugged. "Just tell me what I need to do for you to stop being mad at me. I got you a gift. I told you I was a jerk. Isn't the ball in your court now?"

Anna sighed and shook her head. She peered down at the Jawa Crossing case and said, "You really hurt me back there, Hans. I was just trying to help you."

"I know," Hans grumbled. "I just let my old master get in my head."

"I get that," Anna replied. "But just because one person gets to you doesn't mean you can take it out on everyone else."

"You're one to talk," Hans retorted.

Anna nodded and fiddled with her fork. "I suppose you're right," she said. "The two of us are quite a pair, aren't we?" As Hans agreed with Anna, she slid the game back into his hands. "Keep it. You want to make things up to me, right? Well maybe we can play together sometime."

Hans grimaced. "Oh I don't know about th-"

"Just shut up and help me eat these waffles, will ya?" Anna teased. Happy to be welcomed back, Hans sat across from her. He watched with mystified eyes as she drenched her waffles in a sea of chocolaty goodness. As Anna playfully nudged him from under the table, Hans felt like things were back on track. He had only started to smile again when a wild commotion caught his attention. He and Anna looked across the cafeteria as Kristoff stumbled in.

"Not this buffoon again," Hans griped. "What's his problem?"

Anna squinted and observed the distress written all over his face. "No idea," she remarked with a mouth full of waffles. "Kristoff?" she beckoned and Hans scoffed. "You alright?"

His frantic eyes darted to her as he practically threw himself against their table. "Anna!" Kristoff blurted, still trying to catch his breath. "It's terrible. Something's happened to him."

Anna looked concernedly towards Hans before returning her attention to Kristoff. "Slow down," she said. "Take a breath. Who's him?"

"Sven," Kristoff panted. "We were on patrol on the temple grounds, only Sven didn't report back."

"Maybe he's scratching his back on a tree somewhere," Hans quipped.

The comment infuriated Kristoff into slamming a fist on the table. "This isn't a joke!"

His outburst prompted Hans to rise from his seat and square up against Kristoff. He jabbed a finger at the guard's broad chest and sneered. "You'd better watch your tone, scruffy."

"You don't scare me," Kristoff fired back and shoved Hans' finger away.

"Oh I'm not even trying yet."

"Boys!" Anna interjected. "That's enough." Much to Hans' disapproval, she stepped between them to address Kristoff. "Have you checked in with your other guards?" she asked. "Maybe one of them saw Sven."

"I did," Kristoff replied. "Not a single one has made contact. Master Drallig was informed and they said Sentinels will look into it. But how long will that take? I overheard them mentioning the 'pressures of a non-Force user guarding the temple.' They aren't taking this matter seriously and I know Sven would never just run away. I know he's in danger and no one will help me."

Anna could see how frightened Kristoff was for his Cevrian friend. As she pensively bit her lip, Hans leaned in and asked, "Anna...what are you thinking? I see you working something out. Please tell me you're not actually gonna-"

"Do you know where he was stationed on patrol?" Anna asked as Hans' eyes shot open.

"Section 2B," Kristoff answered swiftly.

"Are you seriously doing this?" Hans groaned.

"You know how the Order works," Anna told him. "Looking in to something takes ages. Especially if it isn't a priority. I trust Kristoff's judgement about his friend not leaving him. They've been practically inseparable for as long as I've known them."

"Can I have a word?" Hans hissed and pulled Anna away from the table before she could answer. Kristoff watched as the two hunched over and whispered to one another by the window. "Don't you see what he's doing?"

"Asking for help?"

"That's your problem," Hans said. "You're too trusting. Maybe your sister's rubbing off on you. This Sven is probably fine and he's just using this as an excuse to get closer to you. What does this guy know about anything?"

Anna scowled and retracted her hand. "He knows enough to ask for help," she said. "He might not be one of us, but his friend could be in danger. So the last thing he needs is someone who's-" Anna's eyes went wide with realization. "Holy kriff."

"What?" Hans murmured.

"I don't believe it."

"What?" Hans reiterated on the verge of losing his temper.

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

Anna's words were as irritating as they were humiliating. Fury flared up within Hans as his cheeks flushed with red. "Jealous?" he whispered sharply. "Of that lumbering...big-nosed...nobody? Come on, Anna. I thought better of you."

"And I thought better of you," she countered and returned to Kristoff.

As she agreed to help find Sven, anger and insecurity took hold of Hans. "Oh for the love of-" he mumbled. "Hang on. I'm coming too."


"Well, they said a Sentinel would look into it, right?" Hans moped while trudging across the pavement. He, Anna, and Kristoff travelled across section 2B in search of clues.

"Speaking of which," Anna said. "Aren't you still assigned to CoCo Town?"

Hans winced at the district's mention. "Um...no" he answered. "I received new orders from the Jedi Council to return to the Temple."

"You know-" Anna continued. "Rumors travel fast in the temple. I just figured I'd hear what really happened from you."

Hans sighed. "Fine. The public filed enough collective complaints that the Order was forced to recall me."

"What did you do?" Kristoff asked and stoked Hans' anger.

"None of your business!" the knight snapped. "Ask again and I'll tell Drallig that you're out on this little rescue mission."

"Easy," Kristoff huffed and raised his hands.

"Hang on," Anna said and knelt along the ground. "Check this out." The trio observed a peculiar skid mark as Kristoff ran a finger across it.

"I'd know a Cevrian's hoof track anywhere," he said and traced the direction of the skid with his hand. "In there," Kristoff directed and pointed down an alley. They slipped into the shadowy area and found a dead end with multiple trash cans toppled over.

"Something definitely went down," Anna remarked.

"Yeah...the garbage cans," Hans muttered.

Anna punched his arm and gestured to the scrapes on the ground. "What the hell did that?" she asked.

"They could be from Sven's antlers," Kristoff considered. "It looks like he fell."

"Or someone tried dragging him," Anna added.

"This is ridiculous," Hans griped.

"Honestly," Anna snapped at him. "We've clearly got some sort of kidnapping on our hands!"

"Based on what?" Hans blurted. "Scrapes that Sven might've made?"

"Aren't Sentinels supposed to be good investigators?" Anna jeered. "It feels like Kristoff and I are doing all of the heavy lifting here and you're just dead weight."

Hans glared down at her. "Don't start with me," he said. "I am the best Jedi Sentinel the Order has ever seen."

"Says kriffing who?" Anna yelled in a way that made even Kristoff flinch. "You are literally the only one who says that! I try to support you. I try to stand by you, but you are so...so-" Anna looked like she was about to blow a fuse as Hans matched her intensity.

"So what?" he dared to ask.

"Full of yourself!" she growled. "Sometimes I just want to punch that smug, pretty face of yours!"

"I'd block it," Hans countered.

"Oh because you're such a great combatant. You and your named lightsaber."

Hans crossed his arms. "Leave Steadfast out of this!"

How many duels have you won?" Hans' confident demeanor came crumbling down at her question. "A terrible duelist who won't even investigate a possible kidnapping. I'm missing the part where 'Best Jedi Sentinel' comes into your title." Hans looked as though his brain had been scrambled. To finish him off, Anna waved a hand to Kristoff and started exiting the alley. "Come on," she said. "We'll find Sven ourselves."

"Anna," Kristoff lamented as they walked. "I never meant to make things worse for you two. I just wanted to-"

"Shhh," Anna urged at a hushed tone. "Keep walking, but not too fast." Kristoff cautiously obliged as Anna discreetly held up her fingers. She started dropping them while whispering, "Three...two...-"

"I'll show you who the best Sentinel is!" Hans declared and activated his comlink. "Lieutenant Divo," he called in. "It's Hans Westgard. We have a situation."

Anna smirked while watching him make the call. Way to go, babe, she thought.


Anna's comlink chimed as she checked the caller's ID and hesitantly answered it. "Hey Mattias," she said.

"Anna," he responded. "Where are you? Yelena, Elsa and I were hoping to still find you in the cafeteria."

"About that-" she winced as her vehicle changed skylanes.

"Is that...an engine I hear?" Mattias asked. "Where are you?"

"Something came up."

"Anna," Mattias fretted. "Please tell me that you didn't stow away for Master Piell's rescue mission."

"What? Pffft. Of course not."

"Oh good."

"There's a good chance Sven was kidnapped so Kristoff, Hans, and I are trying to find him."

"Wait, what?"

The police cruiser accelerated towards the Industrial Sector. "I gotta go," Anna said while hunched over her comlink. "Talk to you later. Bye!"

"Anna-"

She hung up and straightened her posture next to Kristoff. While Hans rode shotgun next to Lieutenant Divo, he kept protectively peering back at Anna. "You were right to call," Divo said, breaking the Jedi's tension. "Your friend isn't the only reported disappearance over the last twenty-four hours. Various citizens have gone missing across the city."

"Are there any links between the disappearances?" Hans asked.

Divo swiped a finger across his speeder's dashboard as he flew. A vast assortment of victim's images flipped across a digital screen. "They all vary in occupation and social status," Divo said. "No humans have been taken though."

Anna hummed in thought while leaning towards the list. "You've got everything from Mon Calamari to Wookies on this list," she commented.

"And now a Cevrian too," Kristoff grieved.

"The most recent Wookie's actually an interesting case," Divo said. "We found his companion dumped in a trashcan this morning. The boy was spooked out of his mind. He claims he was jumped, but it's hard to trust any descriptions considering his Blood Alcohol Level was through the roof. But as much as I loathe seeing the downfall of today's youth, all leads must be pursued. My forensic droids have tracked a pair of thugs fitting the boy's description to a warehouse here in the Industrial Sector. Cameras from Uscru did have him and his Wookie friend following these guys down an alley last night."

"That's how it looked like they cornered Sven too," Kristoff said. Divo pulled up a separate file and a holographic, blocky speeder spun into view. "This vehicle was last seen leaving the crime scene's alley. If Coruscant Air Traffic Control isn't corrupt this time-" Divo said while nudging Hans. "The ship should be docked just up ahead."

The sun began to set over Coruscant as Divo landed their cruiser. The group stepped out onto the landing platform and examined the warehouse's eerie, rusted exterior. "I think it should be illegal for any building to look this sketchy," Anna mumbled. "This place just screams 'Evil Hideout' and should be torn down."

As they looked around, a small hatch suddenly fizzed open. Several clacks sounded as Horas hobbled out and emptied his pipe of excess spice. While huffing the drug, he poured several empty stun canisters into a bin. He then dumped oil on them, grabbed an igniter from his belt, and prepared to dispose of the evidence. Only then did he notice the four silhouettes standing against the fiery sunset. Horas' chin furrowed as he clenched his jaw. His grip on the igniter tightened as both Jedi slid their hands toward their lightsabers. Unwilling to make any sudden movements, Kristoff didn't unholster the rifle from his back.

"Sir," Divo spoke in a calm, yet assertive manner. "Put down the igniter."

The kidnapper's communicator crackled on his belt. "Horas," Jasp called in. "Time to go. What's taking so long?"

"Don't answer that," Divo intoned. "Drop the igniter and unclip the belt. Slowly."

"Horas!" Jasp yelled over comms. "Where the bloody hell are you?"

"Come quietly or this only gets worse for you," Anna threatened. Horas' gaze darkened as he eyed the bin in front of him. "You can still do the right-" In that instant, Horas kicked the bin towards them and sent oil bubbling over. He then sparked up the igniter to leave a trail of flames heading towards his pursuers. "Son of a!" Anna roared and activated her lightsaber. "This is why I hate negotiating!" Hans followed suit while Kristoff readied his blaster.

"All available units," Divo called in. "Converge on my location now!"

Amidst the fiery distraction, Horas fled back inside the warehouse. "The jig's up!" he told Jasp. "We've got cops and Jedi!"

"What did you do now, you fool?" Jasp jeered.

"I bought us time," Horas assured. "Just go!"

"Together," Hans asserted and held out a hand. Anna joined him as they used the Force to redirect the flames. They created an opening just in time to watch the warehouse doors crank open. As they did so, the group glimpsed an ominous shadow. A titanic freighter with broad wings and monstrous engines surged forward.

"Holy kriff," Anna uttered as the craft launched straight for them.

"Look out!" Kristoff warned and tackled her to the ground. The ship soared directly over them, but struck the still-opening doors in its rush to flee. "Are you alright?" he asked Anna.

"I had it under control," she grunted. "You can get off now."

Before Kristoff even had a chance, Hans aggressively pulled him off of Anna. "Didn't you hear her?" he snapped. They all turned and watched the damaged freighter struggle to maintain altitude.

"We can still catch it!" Anna shouted and barreled past the men.

Divo caught on and powered up his cruiser as they jumped in. "All units!" he called over comms. "We are in pursuit of a large, durasteel freighter in the Industrial Sector. Move in to disable the craft but use extreme caution. There are likely hostages onboard."

"What's the plan?" Hans asked as Divo sped up.

"We keep the vehicle in our sights," he said. "Once enough reinforcements arrive, we can try to box it in." Divo typed at his dash and placed another call. "Patch me in to the Republic fleet. Block this thing from leaving the atmosphere and prepare boarding parties!"

"Oh no," Kristoff gasped as everyone looked forward. The listing freighter was bumping into skyscrapers and crashing through skylanes. Shattered windows plummeted to the lower levels while incoming airspeeders swerved and collided with one another.

"Lieutenant," Anna said. "We can't wait for reinforcements to stop this thing. The longer we wait, the more lives it's going to put at risk."

"Well we can't shoot it down!" Divo retorted. "It's a threat to ground and air."

"Then get me in close," Anna proposed.

"Absolutely not," Hans refuted. "This is insane, Anna. What the hell are you possibly going to do stop a freighter by yourself?"

"You'll be with me," Anna insisted. "We can climb aboard and take command of the cockpit. Just like during the hostage crisis."

"That ship crashed," Hans reminded her.

"Well we need to do something!" Anna yelled as the swaying freighter continued to strike buildings.

"Anna," Kristoff spoke up. His voice was neither aggressive nor demeaning, yet he managed to be louder than everyone else in the cruiser. He looked to Anna with earnest, dutiful eyes and asked, "What do you need?"

Anna was as astonished as she was appreciative. Those words. Those four words carried more meaning in that moment than all of Hans' negations. She expressed a grateful nod and looked toward the cruiser's sunroof. "How good of a shot are you?" she asked.

"Decent," Kristoff answered as Anna popped open the sunroof.

Wind blasted against their faces as she shouted, "Decent will have to do!"

"Anna!" Hans scolded. "Where are you-" He angrily knitted his brows as she climbed out onto the vehicle's roof. Kristoff followed as Hans yelled, "You're gonna get yourselves killed!"

"Speed up, lieutenant." Anna told Divo. "You wanted to box this thing in anyway." Divo observed a wave of incoming police cruisers. Their sirens blared as they cornered the freighter from adjacent skylanes. Hans clung to his seat as Divo accelerated them closer to the enemy craft.

Horas and Jasp were desperately trying to gain altitude. "Pull up!" the former panicked.

"I'm trying!" Jasp grunted while gripping the controls. "Prep emergency boosters. I'll try not to hit anymore buildings."

As the freighter tilted and caused multiple speeder pileups, Divo flew his cruiser directly under it. While clinging to the craft, Anna examined her target for any entry point. Given that its doors were positioned higher into its bulky frame, Anna had to improvise. "Kristoff!" she shouted over the winds. "Shoot out the landing gear!" He raised a blonde brow as she firmly pointed upward. "Pick one of those hatches and blast it! That's my ticket in!" As Kristoff readied his blaster, he nearly lost his balance. He would've fallen had Anna not pressed her hand against his back. "I've got you," she assured while holding him in place. "Take the shot!"

Hans angrily gripped his seat's armrests. Regardless of the circumstance, the sight of Anna with her hand on another man made his blood boil. Leaning into Anna's steadiness, Kristoff took aim once more. Instead of focusing on the freighter's hatch as a whole, he recalled Lyn's advice and found an intricate detail. Aim small, he told himself. Miss small. His eyes narrowed on a set of bolts lining the hatch. Once his target was set, Kristoff fired multiple blasts from his rifle.

"What does that oaf think he's doing?" Hans growled and pressed against the windshield.

"Don't give up!" Anna urged. "One more time!"

"Come on!" Kristoff roared and fired again. The next laser sent a fiery blast spewing from the hatch. Their attack had forced the freighter's landing gear to extend without warning.

"Yes!" Anna cheered. "Nice shot!" Kristoff celebrated alongside her until the next orders came through. "Now get me up there."

"What?" Kristoff yelped.

Anna popped her head back into the cockpit and glared at Divo. "You have to get me under that landing gear! I can stop this!"

As Divo observed the freighter's ensuing destruction, he contemplated over how his flanking cruisers could actually bring it down. With a deep sigh and anxious shrug, Divo flew them under the ship. "I hope you know what you're doing, Dellian!" he hollered.

"Me too," Anna mumbled to herself and got into position.

"Are you sure about this?" Kristoff asked.

"Nope," Anna said. She got on his shoulders as the ship decelerated and leveled out. Eyeing the landing gear as a tooka would a toy, Anna prepared to pounce. "Now or never!" she shouted. "Go!"

With a mighty huff, Kristoff launched Anna towards the landing gear. He did so with enough force to have him losing his balance. Anna made contact with the damaged gear and clung to it for dear life. "I've got it!" she yelled down and gave Kristoff a thumbs up.

Horas returned to the cockpit. "Boosters are ready," he said and gave Jasp a thumbs up.

Before Jasp could launch the boosters, he noticed a malfunction in the landing gear. After performing an emergency override, he forced the gear back into place. "What the?" Anna whispered as she was pulled into the freighter. While she'd meant for it to be her way in, she didn't imagine they'd get it functioning again. As Anna was sealed inside, the ensuing rumble became all the more daunting.

"What's happening?" Kristoff asked until Hans dragged him back down into the cruiser. Divo noticed the freighter's engines heating up and was forced to slam on the breaks. "Wait...what about Anna?" Kristoff worried.

"The ship's boosters are firing up," Divo warned. "We'll fry if we stay in the blast zone."

"Boosters?" Hans realized. "But Anna's on that thing!" In that instant, the freighter unleashed its emergency boosters. Each engine spewed fiery vortexes as the ship regained altitude. "No!" Hans yelled and haplessly slammed a fist on the windshield. The freighter rocketed out of Coruscant's atmosphere and towards a Republic blockade. While under its boosted power, Jasp angled the ship away from the fleet and propelled them into hyperspace.

Emergency sirens might've been echoing across Coruscant's cityscape, but an eerie silence had taken hold of Divo's police cruiser. Hans, Kristoff, and the lieutenant himself all sat there...staring at the evening sky. "Lieutenant," an officer's voice came through over comms. "The craft escaped into hyperspace. We've lost them."

A seething sneer formed on Hans' face as he slowly turned towards Kristoff. While resentment festered within his adversary, only worry teemed in the young blonde's eyes. Kristoff kept gazing up at that endless sky, wondering what would become of Sven and Anna.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading this week's installment of "The Frozen Force." It is always and absolute joy to bring this story to you and I want to keep you all as informed as possible. Up until this moment, this story has been written with care each week while I've been furloughed from work. As the United States' pandemic situation simmers and things reopen, I find myself getting closer to returning to work. If that happens, I am unsure what my writing schedule will look like at first. However, I want to address some important facts. I have no intention of stopping this story and I always want to give you quality content. I never want to sacrifice quality, no matter what. Looking forward, I like to have plans in case anything happens. So here is what I am thinking.

At the moment, Season 3 will carry on with weekly chapters on Friday. If a situation arises in which my new work schedule slows down my writing, I will switch to bi-weekly chapter postings. Initially I thought about doing a mid-season finale, but the truth is I don't want to make anyone wait that long. So if we run into trouble, I will announce chapters switching to every two weeks. To me, I always get sad reading wonderful stories online only to see reviews saying it hasn't been updated in months/ years etc. I don't want that to ever happen to "The Frozen Force." I want you to know that I'm always active and writing because this is my passion. But if there is a switch to one chapter every two weeks, please be patient with me. Understand that it is because of other factors in my life and never out of neglect. I love this story and I love entertaining all of you. Thank you for taking the time to hear me out. If you're ever unsure of what's going on, you can always check GoldenHeart Stories on Twitter for updates.

Because I'd like to end on a happy note, we're a few months away from spooky season...giving me plenty of time to announce a sequel to my last Halloween story! Haunted Arendelle 2 will hit your screens every week in October and you can read the first story on my page today!

Thank you for all of your continued support. Long Live Imagination and May the Force be with You,

~ Michael