Here's chapter two, everybody! Enjoy!
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Chapter Two[]
Mission practically stumbled like a drunkard into class the next day. After that vision- she couldn't possibly call it a nightmare, it was too realistic somehow- she didn't get much sleep last night. Light and dark, Jedi and... whomever they are fighting against. Lightsabers, the Force... it was all so much to take in.
Mission plopped down into her seat, yawning widely. She had to stay focused.
"Good morning, class," the professor spoke. He didn't look very happy though. In fact, he seemed troubled almost. Mission didn't really notice, thinking more about the vision than anything else.
Apparently the energy she sensed all around her must be the Force. All the students in the class had the Force in them, but not nearly as much as she. Or the professor.
And that was when another thought came to her. The professor, she sensed, seemed to have as strong as a Force connection as she. He must be just like her. And maybe, just maybe, he could help. "But suppose I'm wrong?" Mission thought. But she pushed it away quickly. The worst that could happen is that the professor thought she was weird. Best to take her chances. She needed help, and she didn't know where else to get it.
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"Professor?" Mission addressed as she walked into the professor's office quietly.
"Ah, Miss Onasi." The professor looked up at Mission with mild surprise. "Have a seat. What can I do for you?"
Mission sat down in a cushioned chair hesitantly, thinking, "It's now or never." She took a deep breath and said, "There's something I need to ask you."
"Go on."
She looked at the professor, studying him. Despite his age, which is about seventy-six, his eyes seemed to display a lot of life left in them. They also seemed to yield... honesty. And so she started to speak. "Last night... I sort have had a... nightmare, I guess. But it felt... too realistic somehow to just be a nightmare." Mission saw that the professor had a curious expression on his face and she let it all out. "It was horrible. People were being killed left and right and then there was this cloaked person who kept slashing at me with something called a lightsaber. That person turned out to be me, or at least, someone that looked like me. She said... she was my darkness or something. And she kept talking about something called the Force... and light and dark sides... and Jedi..." She looked at the professor and asked, "Do you think I've gone crazy?"
The professor's face seemed to turn pale slightly. He didn't answer right away, trying to comprehend what the girl had just said. Finally he told her in a cold voice, "Get out."
"But sir-!"
"I said get out!"
Mission nodded and exited the office quickly. Clearly that didn't go well. And from the looks of things, she was on her own. For better... or for worse.
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Mission frowned slightly as she replayed the conversation in her head. That really didn't go well. At that moment it seemed as if the professor was haunted by something involving what she had been talking about. She shook this thought off and came to the conclusion that he simply thought she was completely insane and therefore didn't want anything to do with her. But the thought came back again.
"But why did he look so... afraid...?"
That puzzled Mission a lot. She remembered something, something that someone said in one of her visions.
"Trust in the Force."
She would do so. She would let the Force reveal the truth when the time was right. Only question was... when was the right time?
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Meanwhile... not far from Earth...
"Is it almost ready?"
A cloaked figure knelt on the bridge, asking the question as soon as he sensed the first officer coming in.
"The station will be ready within five days time, sir," the officer replied, trembling nervously.
"You know I don't have much patience," the cloaked figure responded, standing up slowly.
"Yes, sir. We will quicken the pace. My best possible estimate is two days."
"Good... good..." The cloaked figure looked out the window of the bridge. "Soon I'll destroy the last chance of the Jedi Order ever resurfacing."
"One question, sir," the first officer spoke.
"Make it quick."
"How important is one youngling and an old college professor? They're just two people."
"As I said before," the cloaked figure spoke sinisterly," the darkness in them is being cleansed. And they are being drawn to the light, growing ever stronger. With that, they can draw more Force-sensitives to their cause and create a new Jedi Order."
"But why rebuild the Star Forge?" the first officer asked.
"The youngling... she is very strong in the Force already. I need to be stronger.... and the Star Forge is the key."