Out of the brush came warriors on speeder bikes, within slender walkers, and within the cockpits of great jets.  The metal gleamed in the firelight making the frames look somewhat ghostly.  Soon, the wind blew out the fire, and the only light that could be seen in the jungle came from above - fire cannons.

  Zeana’s eyes widened as scenes of her vision came back to her, she yelled out to her father desperately, but couldn’t find him.  She turned to see her brother pointing up toward the sky.  Following Zander's arm she spotted their father clamped between the cylinder shaped engines of the jets.

“Zza…Zander,” she stuttered with shock.

  Before another word could be spoken, Jaden had pushed the engines away from him: bending them in the process.  Just as he pried himself from the jet’s clutches, big logs from the fire were thrown at the machine.  Reacting quickly, he jumped and turned towards his son with a critical look.

  Zander grinned sheepishly, and vowed to try his best to control and think about his actions.

Do, or do not, my son.  There is no try.

  Zander sighed and grumbled, positioning himself where he could do the most good.  He looked to his sister, who stood with a tree branch, staring at him with shock.  Shrugging at her, he turned his attention back to the enemy, a slight smug look upon his face.

  Krysta looked from her husband to her son, then, shaking her head scanned the area for anything useful.

  All the while the grown men fought.  Jaden and Shawn used their mind powers to try and confuse the pilots and send the machines away from the area.  Gavrin pushed the riders that he could off of their speeder bikes, desperately doing anything and trying to remember his old fighter ways.  Kas ‘tille did his best to keep the Progie people from harm; they were far too naïve to understand the acts of war, and were therefore the most vulnerable.

  Krysta came across the ashes of the old fire, and gestured cautiously for the Abissen scientist to come to the spot.  Looking down at what she saw, a smile settled on his features, making him look far younger.  Quickly, the two began constructing weapons while the battle raged on.

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  In the middle of the Abissen urban city, within the tactical building a prince sat smirking, and waiting for his plan to unfold.  While the group had gotten away, it was intentional for such to happen.  By now the ships and speeders would be attacking, creating just the evidence he needed.  The light Jedi had always had the weakness of caring, and it would now be their undoing.  No, he wasn’t naïve enough to believe that one simple attack would kill them off.  However, Jedi fighting him in something the New Republic had no buisness in would give him the incentive to fight against their government.  He could easily turn the galaxy’s point of view to sympathize with his people, thereby turning away from their old ways.  “ Then I will have them,” he thought, “like putty in my hands.”

  The prince nodded to his second officer, and the tapes began to record.  Soon, he would show the galaxy just how bad their government is.  And with the fall of the government would come the fall of the Jedi.

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  Hours later, the ground was covered with bodies: mostly Progie, but there were some Abissens.

  Zeana looked around, her brow creased in confusion.  This wasn’t right.  Her father had chose to protect, so shouldn’t they be dead?  Her vision had told her that, but then, in her vision she didn’t see herself, Cyera, or her mother.  Zeana shook her head; surely it couldn’t be that simple.  Unless…
perhaps the true battle wasn’t over yet.

  She felt a great sense of dread come over her, as she looked over the jungle.  Things would get more complicated; she could feel it.  Faintly in the background, she could hear her father talking:

  “We will have to watch ourselves very carefully from now on.  The Abissens don’t seem the type to give up so quickly.  It would probably be wise to send the children home.”

Zeana turned around to see her mother nodding.

  “They may be able to hide out at Cyera’s house.  How long do you think it’ll take for them to give up?”

  “It may be a very long time, Krysta, but it will be better for them to go into hiding as long as they can.  War is not something that they’re ready for.”

“What about you?” Zeana interjected, tired of the conversation going as if she wasn’t even there.

  Jaden eyed his daughter, feeling the stress and worry radiating from her.  “We’ll ride this out for as long as it takes.  You needn’t worry, Zeana, we know what we’re doing.”

  Zeana didn’t bother to hide the anger in her eyes.  “I don’t wish to be sent away,” she stated in a cool tone, “not while the rest of you fight.  I won’t.”

  Jaden’s eyes softened, “I’m sorry, daughter, but this is a position in which you have no choice.”

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  Both Skywalker twins sat in grim silence as they were forced aboard the small family ship that had been stored by their grandfather’s house.  There was one more ship that the others could’ve used, but the grown ups had stationed themselves there to protect what was left of the tribe.

“And they call me reckless,” Zander muttered bitterly, “They don’t even know the Abissens.”

  “They have no choice,” Zeana replied in a tired voice, “they’re certain that the Abissens have something up their sleeves, and so want to help the weaker.  I just wish that we could’ve stayed, I could’ve been of some use.”

  Zander snorted, “Doing what?  Just because you get A’s doesn’t mean that you know everything.  You wouldn’t survive.”

“Neither would you!” Zeana retorted.

  The room fell into silence, and both looked up to see that Kaster and Cyera had left the room.

  Sighing, Zeana leaned against the seat.  “I’ve got a very bad feeling about this,” she stated quietly, “I saw deaths in a past vision…only I saw yours too…” Zeana shook her head, “I don’t like this.”

  Zander looked at her for a moment, then silently put a hand on her shoulder.  He too felt the dread.  He too knew that something was amiss.  And that is why he then vowed to go back to the planet before anything could happen.

The End…for now.  Tell me if you want a sequel!