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"When Universes Collide: A Star Wars Fan Fiction--COMPILATION”

“When Universes Collide: A Star Wars Fan Fiction—COMPILATION”, by scifiguy3553. Shakespir.

Finally, in one Ebook! In what could only be considered taboo, this Star Wars FanFiction takes us to planet Earth! Where, Jacob, a young human in Chicago, is befriended by a Sith, Darth Harest. Her hopes of adding him to a new struggle of the Sith against the Jedi Order is confronted by Jedi Salvitor; whom is also on his own mission to recruit humans to fight an emerging Sith power on Earth!

Chapter One


Jacob decided to take State street to get home after the Independence Day party at Eddy’s house. He had to work at his office job as a filing clerk the next day, so he couldn’t stay out too long like he normally did on a party night. The city’s fireworks display was still going at it; loud and brightly illuminated the large city blocks of downtown Chicago while Jacob, dressed in his brightly-colored suit for the occasion, casually made his way through the urban maze. He had to dodge quite a number of people, of course. But Jacob felt safe in the knot of those celebrating…you knew what they were up to.

To save some time, he decided to go down an alley he didn’t normally go; just off of North Prairie. Here, it was a little darker than Jacob wanted, so he kept at a brisk pace and kept his head low—until he felt something! Felt, as in he had a feeling something wasn’t right…

At first, Jacob chalked it up to the fact that, well, it was an alley he did not usually walk through; in one of America’s biggest cities, no less. It was similar to the uncomfortable feelings he used to get whenever he walked the streets of Chicago after moving there from Madison, Wisconsin—by no means a small town. But compared to Chicago? No, this was a different kind of sensation. The sensations he always had every since he was a child: With his mother at a car mechanic’s garage and Jacob suddenly grabbed his mother from turning a corner while she was walking—where she would’ve been killed by another customer backing up in a van. Stopping his brother from crossing a street in Madison when the brakes to a truck had malfunctioned. Or that time when his late-father was playing Mr. fix-it-yourself in the basement while Jacob was playing with a friend in the basement (that same friend, Eddy; whose party he just left). Jacob’s father would’ve been crushed by a falling supporting beam, but Jacob just happened to see the beam and merely thought about moving the heavy column as he gently waved the beam over to the side with his tiny hand at the age of five…

Yeah; that kind of feeling!

Jacob clinched one of his hands into a fist, as well as his jaw; ready for whatever it was that was in that alley…and there she stood. No one else around in the fairly clean alley. Nor was there much light, either! She was wearing a long, black jacket with a hoodie, and the rest of her attire was all-black. Kind of strange, Jacob thought, given i just came from a Fourth of July party! She definitely looked threatening, though she was not terribly large. But she was athletically built. Her hair was extremly long and bundled up into three lining buns—almost like a mohawk. Her eyes seemed to smolder in the night; almost like cigarette amber!

“Hello, Jacob,” her voice came out from the alley corner as she slowly approached him, then stopped; about twenty feet from Jacob. He, understandably, said nothing. She breathed out a slight laughter. Jacob did notice an accent on her, though he couldn’t place it’s origins. “Oh, you don’t have anything to worry about with me, Jacob…in fact, I came to warn you of someone.”
Now Jacob’s slight-fear was mixed in with confusion. “What are you, some kind of spy? How do you know who I am?”

“I believe you call it the Internet,” she said with absolutely no irony. Jacob found the very statement odd. It’s not like the Net was of “foreign” locations. It was everywhere on Earth…

“If you’re so concerned about me and trying to warn me about someone else, why are you the one hiding in an alley,” he put to her with more assurance, after seeing it was apparent she was not going to do any harm to him.

“Let’s be honest, Jacob, had I gone to your apartment and simply knocked on your door with the same message, would you have let me in?” She gave a knowing look. And, indeed, there was a slight nod of consent from Jacob. She continued with a nod of her own. “I am D. Harest. And to answer your earlier question, No, I am not a spy. I do not work for any governing body or agency…I simply come as a potential friend.”

The sounds of an emergency vehicle with sirens were now blaring somewhere in downtown Chicago while Jacob laughed at D. Harest’s words. “You sure have a hell of a way of picking friends, lady!”

“You’re laughing, aren’t you?”

In some sick way, Jacob thought, she’s right. He gave her an appraising look and nodded again. “Ok…you got my attention, Dee.”

“D. Harest, please.”

Another look by him. “Sorry…”

Now it was her turn to give an appraising eye, but the way she looked him over was as if she were inspecting him for something!

“You are special, aren’t you,” she asked in such a way that was more of a statement.

Usually, Jacob would’ve claimed ignorance to what D. Harest was talking about. But given the circumstances of their meeting, that would’ve been counterproductive. “Yes…how did you know? To find where I live on the Net is one thing; but knowing about my abilities is quite another!” Now Jacob took one step closer to her. “So, how did you know—”

Out of nowhere, D. Harest—in one smooth motion—gestured with one of her hands and a large trash container from one of the alley’s corner flew right at Jacob! And with just as much dexterity as D. Harest, Jacob ducked from the thick, large barrel; leaving it to crash into a pile of other containers. When it was all over, Jacob noticed that he was standing upright; as if nothing had happened. Of all the odd little abilities Jacob had lived with all his life, he had never seen anyone else use such powers besides him! His eyes were wide and askance toward the young woman.

“You have it, too,” he said with excitement.

She gave a sardonic laugh. “Jacob, actually, you have it, too…in fact, the One that I came to warn you about wants to exploit you for all he can.”

Jacob looked upon D. Harest with confused eyes. “This Other that I speak of, he belongs to a very ancient Order that seeks out young ones from birth and incorporates them into their way of life! I cannot get into the details at this very moment, but I trust after my little display that you can at the very least believe what I tell you!”

Jacob silently nodded.

“Good…” D. Harest looked around the alley and nodded her head in a direction. “We should probably walk as we talk.”

They were now in the midst of all the Independence Day revelry in downtown Chicago. They weren’t walking to any particular place. Just to stay in the midst of the crowds was, obviously, what D. Harest wanted. The thing was, Jacob couldn’t tell if she was simply trying to stay hidden from this Other she spoke of, or she was afraid of him…

“You are what my people call Force-sensitive,” D. Harest explained as they continued their casual walk; her bright-orange eyes darted all over the place. Jacob presumed she was on the watch for this Other. As for her eyes…Jacob guessed it was some new color-contacts that so many young people were putting in their eyes lately. “Basically, you have a high-concentration level of energy that gives you—and me—the ability to move objects without touching them; to sense events before they happen; even to sense the death or approach of others with high Force-abilities.”

“So there are others with this ability,” Jacob asked.

“Oh, yes…thousands, upon thousands. If not, millions. The challenge is to find such beings—uh, people, with these abilities.”

Jacob gave a face as he thought. “It sounds like you’re not sure where exactly all these people are with this Force.”

“True,” she responded as they turned down, yet, another street full of party-goers. “And, again, this is the connection for the One you and I must beware of: his Order is trying to re-build after an eon of near-extinction! As I said, Jacob, we are able to sense when other Forcers are nearby. So that is one advantage of our abilities.”

“Like I was able to sense you back in the alley!”


The two walked quietly for a few seconds before Jacob began to think more in detail about the situation at hand. “So, what is this One’s order? You said his Order was basically extinct for an eon! As I remember from my geology class, isn’t that like thousands of years? The only orders I know to last that long are the major religions on Earth…is it some sect of Zoroastrianism, Judaism, or Islam or Christianity?”

Her response was a bit slower to this particular question from Jacob, he noticed.

“Well, most others definitely consider his Order a religion. He would tell you otherwise. But what’s most important, Jacob, is my job to protect you from him.”

Jacob’s head whipped around in surprise. “Protect me? I thought you said you came as a potential friend; not a bodyguard!”

She nodded expectantly. “Indeed, Jacob…I freely offer my knowledge of the Force to you, so you may have the ability to protect yourself from the Other. And Jacob, he is close to finding you. That is one of the reasons why I abruptly introduced myself to you.”

They were now edging closer to one of Chicago’s many downtown bridges. The beauty of the city at night was more easily seen there. They stopped for a bit on the bridge they were on.

D. Harest could see that the young man was deep in thought about something. “You seem concerned again, Jacob.”

“Well, it seems like we’re talking a bit more about this Other, but I’m still not sure I understand where you fit in all this…what about you? If this guy’s a member of some ancient order, the fact that it’s your job to protect me from this guy suggests that you would also belong to a similar order; but his opposite…”

For the first time since meeting her, Jacob noticed a look of apprehension in D. Harest. And, indeed, her look went from apprehension to that of alarmed! Jacob didn’t know what it was, but he felt another’s presence as well! But, unlike D. Harest, this feeling was not of warning or danger, but of strength and the awareness of the strength in the Force, as D. Harest called it.

It was coming from the opposite end of the bridge. The tall male figure, much like D. Harest, was cloaked in a long jacket of some sort, and also with a hood! As per opposite of D. Harest, this male’s attire was of light-colors: tans and whites. At first, he was walking toward them slowly in the stream of humanity on the bridge as the celebrations of the Fourth of July continued late into the night. And then his pace increased. A scowl was now detectable on his face, though both D. Harest and Jacob could already sense his indignation.

“Jacob, you must go—now!”

Jacob didn’t argue! He turned and ran off the bridge and melded into the crowd of revelers, though he didn’t go far. He wanted to see who this Other was that D. Harest had warned about so much! More to the point, Jacob didn’t know what was going to happen between them. He was a bit far, but close enough to understand what was being said between them, given his Force-abilities.

“Darth Harest…So, you’ve found one,” the voice of an older, urbane man came through. He looked passed the young woman and saw Jacob among the crowd further down the bridge. “Given the level of technology on this planet, and its Human population’s relative youth, I doubt he even understands what you are!”

“Stay out of this, you meddling Jedi! Your foolish dreams of establishing your precious Republic on this planet are none of your business!”

There were a few by-standers becoming alarmed by the two Forcers on the bridge. Jacob decided to inch his way closer to the bridge once again. He noticed how the two Forcers were standing stiff and facing each other—almost like the Wild West days of a gun-dual! Indeed, now both Forcers had a hand down at their respective side, close to their hip; as if ready to draw a gun! Now a lot of party-goers had noticed them and were running away from the two Forcers! Some, already on their smartphones, calling the police or recording the whole incident!

“And it’s the Sith’s business to corrupt latent-Forcers on this planet,” the man retorted sarcastically as he slowly shook his head. “The authorities will soon be here, Harest…how did you want to do this?”

“You think I’m concerned about the authorities in this town,” she shot back.

Jacob, hearing this, flinched in confusion. D. Harest had said it as if Chicago were a small town! And just then, instead of D. Harest whipping out a gun, her hand swiftly ignited what Jacob could only understand as a ‘laser-sword’! It was a tight, lancing red laser that had the most eerie, droning sound to it!

As if that weren’t enough, the tall man had done the exact same thing with a similar laser-sword. Only his sword was bright blue. And between the two Forcers’ swords, the humming was loud, even from several yards away.

Screams and exclamatory musings shot into the air from the crowds of onlookers as the two Forcers leapt into the air by several yards toward each other, and as they both landed on the bridge they were in a whirl-wind of battle! Flashes of light and arcs of energy spat from the two Force-swords as they crashed into each other, via the skilled hands of Darth Harest and the strange man! At one point, Harest simply pumped one of her hands—palm-out—toward her male opponent, even though he was a couple of yards away. Magically, and with an invisible ripple of energy, the man was shoved several meters down the bridge away from D. Harest. But just as quickly as it happened, the male Forcer was back on his feet and started running toward Harest.

“Jacob,” she yelled toward him as she closed down her sword and replaced the hilt to it somewhere on her person. She ran up to him and snatched Jacob by an elbow and began to tug at him. “We have to go now—”

“I’m not going with anyone until I know what you two are fighting about,” he said as he jerked his arm away from her.

“Jacob,” she started, but then saw the male Forcer getting closer, and she sprinted into a large knot of onlookers and was gone.

Jacob wasn’t sure if he should run as well…many of the by-standers saw him talking with D. Harest before the fight broke out! When he saw that many within the crowds were still recording with their smartphones, that’s when he decided to run! For he was now implicated with D. Harest in a public fight that was potentially fatal to others!

“Jacob,” the male Forcer called out to him after closing his laser-sword and started running after him. They both had to pass

by the same cluster of people that Harest had gone through earlier. “Jacob…Jacob, please wait!”

“Get away from me before I call the cops,” he said over his shoulder as he made his way toward a different street. But the Forcer continued to run after him.

“Jacob…Jacob, the woman you were talking with is what we call the Sith!”

The Forcer was close enough for Jacob to understand. He had no idea what a Sith was, but the fact that he was able and willing to tell Jacob something about Harest made him stop and wait for the male Forcer to catch up to him. For several seconds they both were panting for breath, but then they thought better of it and started to look for a place to hide…and talk.

It was well-passed midnight by the time Jacob and the male Forcer had found a secluded night club and sat down to some drinks at a tucked-away booth. This particular neighborhood was far away from the bridge where the battle occurred, so they felt they should've been safe from the prying eyes of the police and the threat of --

Darth Harest? So, that’s what the “D” stood for…this Sith order of, what, bad Jedi?”

Jedi Salvitor chuckled at the young man’s interpretation of the history of the Jedi and the Sith he had, briefly, told Jacob. Even then, it took Salvitor about an hour.

“No, Jacob, the Sith are not even a strain of Jedi. Nor vise versa. They simply have a different philosophy in life then we do, and they draw their strength from the Dark side of the Force. Remember how I explained that—”

“Yeah, I do get it…” He took a sip of his drink as he deeply thought about how he was nearly taken by anyone that practiced the Dark Arts! Worse yet, the whole story of other Humans coming to Earth from another galaxy so that the two factions of Sith and Jedi could compete against one another to establish their respective Order into Earthen humanity seemed extremely far-fetched! But, then again, so did the powers he always possessed since he was a small child. If it weren’t for his experiences with his Force-abilities, there would have been no way Jacob would have believed any of the things Jedi Salvitor told him that night!

There was a long silence from Jacob, as he obsorbed the whole day, and what he learned from Jedi Salvitor. Salvitor saw an opening.

“Jacob, I am truly sorry that your planet has just been invaded by two warring, Force-civilizations. But I cannot pretend it’s not real! If we, Jedi, do not try to reach out to the inhabitants of Earth—especially those who are latent-Forcers, the Sith will simply fill the void and the Sith will once again form an empire! But this time, it will be here, on your planet, Jacob…on Earth!”

That last part really sank in with Jacob. The older man’s kind, but strong, eyes held onto Jacob’s.

“So…how does one become a Jedi?”

Chapter Two

CHICAGO, Just Outside of Downtown; an old train-way…

It had been two weeks since Jacob Millstine’s personal world was invaded by the two alien, social orders known as the Jedi and the Sith. But far more importantly, not just his personal world but planet Earth, itself, had already been invaded! Even though Jacob’s new-found teacher in the Jedi arts, Salvitor, had been imparting the history of both Force-societies, Jacob was still not sure where this, ‘The Galaxy,’ was!

Jacob did take an astronomy course in high school, so he remembered that, officially, the Andromeda Galaxy was the closest galaxy to the Milky Way system. Jacob assumed that’s where both Orders had originated from. But during one of the days that Jacob spent showing Jedi Salvitor around the city of Chicago, they stopped at an observatory and discussed where both Societies came from. When they looked at a high-tech, three-dimensional map of the Milky Way and the fifty-three other galaxies that were nearby—in astronomical terms, Jacob noticed that the Jedi pointed to a splotch of a galaxy that was much farther out from where Andromeda was! Yet, it was one of the other fifty-three galaxies within the Milky Way’s own Local Group. A mystery, indeed, how a strain of Homo sapiens sapiens could come from an entirely different galaxy that was so far away, and, yet, have the exact same species-traits as the sapiens on planet Earth. At least, as far as Jacob could tell. Indeed, perhaps Earthen sapiens were the ones who were a variation of Salvitor’s ancestors…?

As for Jacob, he was continuing his early stages of training in the Jedi arts! For the past two weeks he and Salvitor had been using the old railway for his practice. The run-down, almost-monumental structures a few miles from downtown Chicago were perfect for Jacob to swing around Salvitor’s laser-sword outside without being seen by others. Since that public duel that Jedi Salvitor had with Darth Harest, the young female Sith who tried to recruit Jacob to the Sith side a couple of weeks ago, there were a myriad of newscast of the saber-fight! Those by-standers who were recording the duel that night with their smartphones had outed the Jedi and the Sith, and now major television broadcasters and other media venues had reports on that battle. Therefore, making Jedi Salvitor a fugitive of the city of Chicago, just as Darth Harest was.

Jacob was beginning to see why both Jedi and Sith always wore a hoodie of some kind…

After the long train finally passed by the old, small train stop, Jacob resumed wielding Salvitor’s laser-sword as he ignited the slender, light-blue energy-sword with a sudden snapping sound; the unmistakable hum emanating from the light-blade.

Much the same way that Darth Harest had done to Jacob when they first met, Jedi Salvitor was using his Force-powers to aggressively hurl objects at Jacob. From pebbles to large appliances that seemed to no longer function in the small trainport. Jacob was already at the point of using his Force-push to throw back many of these objects either toward the Jedi, or simply slap them away with the invisible wave of the Force, while maneuvering his sword and body around to face the next obstacle. From time to time, he would also miss and would get pelted to the concrete. Sometimes Salvitor would laugh. But usually he was patient with the budding Jedi.

“And remember,” Jedi Salvitor lightly put to Jacob as he closed down the Force-sword, “we call it a Lightsaber.”

Jacob had been training for a couple of hours or so, and it was time to take a break. He handed the ornate hilt to his teacher, anterior end downward, should the blade accidentally ignite! One of the many etiquettes Jacob was, yet, learning.

“Traditions are important in the ways of the Jedi,” Salvitor finished as he clamped the hilt to a hidden hook on his belt and took a seat next to Jacob on an old, stone bench that was cracked all over.

The middle-aged man was over six-feet tall and had shoulder-length hair and a beard full enough to fill his face, yet was not so long. Salvitor wore one of his light-colored schemes again—beige and white. The cowl to his hoodie was always down when it was only Jacob in his presence. Whom had now taken up the practice of wearing clothing that was light in the palette. Jacob had even let a week’s worth of a beard began to grow on his youthful face and was letting his hair grow out..when his family asked about his change in physical apperance upon one of his family visits, Jacob vaguely told them that he had joined a “church” that was more traditional and that he would be wearing more light-colored clothing as a result of that. His mother, brother, and sister did not pursue it much further than that. Though, Jacob knew at some point he would have to expound a bit more to his family not only the changes in his life, but the seemingly super-powers he always had since probably birth. But that would be much later down the road.

“So, when do I get to meet more of the Jedi,” Jacob asked Salvitor after a long silence of both of them sitting on the bench.

“Well, Jacob, it’ll depend on the others’ schedule, frankly. As I said to you earlier, we’re all working on recruiting latent-Forcers throughout your planet! Compared to some of the planets in our Galaxy, Earth would be considered medium-sized—as far as the dominate species of Humans is concerned. Sometimes we Jedi will go months without even seeing one another! So…”

Salvitor shrugged. Jacob got the point. Still tired from his long practice, Jacob wanted to take advantage of the quiet time.

“You know, Jedi Salvitor, going to that observatory and finally getting an idea of where you—the Jedi, and the Sith came from, it got me thinking about some big picture stuff.”

Salvitor chuckled. It was the informal way that Jacob, and indeed, the greater American culutre that he lived in, talked.

“Oh, yeah? What kind of stuff?”

Jacob looked at the older man with a rebuking, yet playful, face. “Don’t even try to talk like us. It doesn’t fit you; trust me…” He shrugged. “I mean stuff like, you must have some hell of a technology for your Order to fly over to Earth from that Galaxy of yours! What do you have; FTL-tech?” The Jedi looked upon Jacob with a questioning face. “Faster Than Light technology.”

Salvitor flinched with understanding. “Ahh…yes, or pretty similar to it. I have to admit to you, Jacob, just because I’m a Jedi that does not mean I know or understand everything. My understanding is our Hyperdrive technology is a bit faster than the speed of light. But not by much.”

“So how long did it take you and the rest of your Order to get to Earth?”

Again, Salvitor chuckled. “Jacob, the Jedi and Sith technologies are very advanced—especially when compared to Earthen-technology. But we’re not that fast…remember our discussion back at the planetarium? That it would take light over two-million years just to reach your Andromeda system from Earth? Well, I showed you where our Galaxy is in relation to Earth; remember?”

Jacob nodded. His turn to chuckle. “Yeah…far, far away from Earth, that’s for sure!”

“Indeed! In the order of tens of millions of years for light to reach our Galaxy from Earth! So, my Order had to use what we call our Super-Dreadnaught class starships.”

“Wow, they’re so fast that it cuts the time down to reach distant galaxies,” Jacob asked with enthusiasm.

“Well, partially. But even then, it still would take light millions of years to reach Earth from my Galaxy…” Jedi Salvitor shifted on the old bench; now using his hands to illustrate a bit more. “They are generational-ships, Jacob.”

Salvitor thought he would have to explain the concept to the young Earthen, but Jacob’s face indicated that he knew exactly what the Supre-Dreadnaughts were. Indeed, Salvitor could see that Jacob was doing the math in his head—his eyes darting off to another place while his mouth whispered the figures in his head.

“…so…that would mean…” Jacob looked at Jedi Salvitor with the most incredulous, almost-frightened, look he’d ever seen the young man give. “That’s impossible! No ship can last millions of years; I don’t care how advanced a society is!”

The Jedi shrugged. “I don’t know what else to tell you, my friend. It is the truth…remember, you are used to dealing with the Force as one person. Now, there are likely a few million on this planet with a high-level of Force-sensitivity. But in my Galaxy, for reasons that I admit I do not understand, those midi-chlorians I told you about before; they seem to be more imbued in my Galaxy!

“So far, I’ve noticed that it seems like it’s only the Human species that is Force-sensitive on Earth; no other species! My Galaxy, there are many other species that are strong in the Force…anyway, with such Force-strength in my Galaxy, it seemed to augment our technological abilities. That, plus certain elements on some of our planets were conducive to the right metalic materials it took to construct such strong starships.”

“So…” Jacob now stood and then began to pace; the mere scale of Salvitor’s history bathing him in awe! “Your Order, the Sith…you’ve all been traveling through space for, literally, millions of years?”

Salvitor was beginning to get uncomfortable with the conversation. For Jacob’s Force-sensitivity had, apparently, made him able to catch on to things quicker than others on Earth. And that meant more questions…

“Yes…our Dreadnaughts had been transiting interstellar space for millions of years.”

Silence from Jacob. He then slowly turned to face his Jedi teacher.

“Salvitor, you realize that anthropologists on Earth say that the Human species has only been around on this planet for something like three-hundred thousand years…not even half a million years!”

“Yes, I’ve read several articles on your Internet about such things. That, and those documentaries on those televisions.”

“Then—if your civilization has been traveling for millions of years just to get to Earth in generational ships—”

“How did my Galaxy’s version of Homo sapiens develop there and the Milky Way’s version develop on Earth at such different times?”

Both men, now, stared at each other. Even the mighty Jedi looked puzzled at that point, Jacob noticed.

“Trust me, Jacob, the Order discussed that issue for many years and we still don’t—”

“Wait…discussed how old Humans are on Earth for years?”

And here it comes, Salvitor thought to himself.

“Jedi Salvitor,” Jacob said with a formality that denoted to Salvitor that he needed to be straight with the young Earthen, “how long have the Jedi and the Sith been on planet Earth?”

Salvitor sighed, and he, too, got up from the bench; looking at downtown Chicago from that old train stop. Sunlight was still shining in the afternoon; forcing him to squint.

“The Dreadnaught I was born on is so big, Jacob, that it’s basically one of Earth’s medium-sized city within a starship…even now, some Jedi have not set foot on Earth! I’ve only been here a few years, after I received my mission to come and recruit Forcers in this region of North America.”

“Wow! So, then, your gigantic ships are still around somewhere!” Jacob was having visions of a trip to the Dreadnaught, Salvitor could see.

“Actually, it’s only one, Jacob.” The Earthen’s head snapped in the Jedi’s direction. “It’s always been one. At least, in this solar system. The history of how and why my Order left our home-galaxy is so ancient, that even among our precise Jedi library it gets muddled in the details…something about some long ago-defunct Empire that was relatively short-lived and was replaced with a Republic system that we still, mostly, have today…”

The Jedi shrugged. “Accounts by some Jedi that are even older than I am, say that something horrendously bad happened in our home-galaxy and the Jedi had to quickly find a way out of our Galaxy. None of the Jedi know what that event was…Several Super-Dreadnaught class ships were launched, most of them going to different nearby galaxies; some, to far away galaxies.”

“And your ship was one of the generational ships that went far and away from your home-galaxy,” Jacob summarized, his head also nodding; finally getting some of the answers he’d been wanting to hear for two weeks.

“Indeed,” Salvitor said quietly with another nod. This time when he looked away toward downtown Chicago, his tone was more menacing. “So many eons had passed in the travels of my Order’s Dreadnaught, that, somehow, a Sith movement had emerged from within the ranks of the Jedi aboard the starship! As big as Super-Dreadnaughts are, Jacob, they’re a small place to be when the population within that ship has turned against one another! Anyway, some believe it was because the Force has the tendency to bring ‘balance’ to the universe. Some Jedi aren’t so sure of this, Jacob.

“For several millennia, war was fought within our Order’s Dreadnaught between the Jedi and the resurrected Order of the Sith.”

Jacob gave a face of thought. “If there were all these wars going on within your generational ship, Jedi Salvitor, wouldn’t your ship had been in danger of imploding in space from all the fighting, or going off course, or something?”

Jacob noitced how Salvitor froze upon his last guess. Jacob did a slight gasp. He slowly walked up to his teacher; Jacob’s head tilted in thought.

“Your Order and the Sith are in my solar system because your Dreadnaught crash landed, didn’t it?”

A slight smile from Jedi Salvitor creased. “Your Jedi abilities serve you well, Jacob.”

“Well, some would say it’s more about thinking things through…so, where is it?”

Salvitor had been mostly looking at the Chicago skyline for the past minute. He turned his attention to his pupil. “Where’s what?”

The ship, Captain Jack Sparrow!” The Jedi frowned for the lost reference. “Local joke…where is the Dreadnaught, now, Master?”

Salvitor’s turn to cock his head inquisitively. “In the ancient times of the Jedi Order, the pupil would call the teacher, Master. It’s the first time you’ve called me that…I think I rather like it!”

“Fair enough. Master, you’re stalling, and I don’t need the Force to see that!”

A chuckle from Salvitor, as the middle-aged Jedi became more animated. Whenever he thought deeply on the history of his Order’s trek, his mood would always become glum. “I’m sorry, my apprentice. But that is something the Order agreed to keep secret from all of Earth. It’s bad enough that many of this planet’s citizens have spotted some of our scoutships—imagine what would happen on Earth if they were to see the Dreadnaught!”

Once again, the Jedi had surprised the young Earthen. Jacob’s eyes were wide open. “You’re talking about all the UFO-sightings! So, that was the Order all those times?”

“Not every sighting, apprentice,” Salvitor said as he gathered his duffle bag and placed his water and a couple of other things into it; getting ready to leave the rustic station. “And certainly not the Jedi all the time. Every since the 1950s, the Order has noticed that the Sith have been extra busy with their scouting missions on Earth! We suspect with the advent of Earth-powers’ space technologies, it caught the eyes of the Sith…we strongly believe it’s one of the reasons why the Sith decided to start recruiting Earthen humans that were latent-Forcers!”

They were both now walking away from the small station and toward Jacob’s car, which was parked several yards away. They got into the early-nineties vehicle and drove off; done with Jedi business for the day.

Chapter Three


“—Oh, Ms. Downstead, did you forget about that last meeting,” Debby, the office secretary to Amy Downstead, called out. The Special Assistant to the US Secretary of State was virtually flying out of the office’s doors before Debby got her in time!

It was as though Amy hit an invisible wall, as she stopped. Then she remembered the added appointment. “Guess I’ll be having dinner at nine tonight…” She blew out a frustrated sigh as she turned around to return her coat and business-case back to her office.

“You know,” Debby said from her desk; her voice on the furtive side, “I can always say that you’re tide up in a conference call with the President.”

“Debby,” Amy said with a slightly exhorted tone as she disappeared into her office to drop her personal belongings there. But when she came out again, Debby could see that she was smiling at the suggestion.

“Well, I still don’t understand who these guys are, anyway,” Debby admitted as she began to clean up her desk for the end of the day. “Chlorian Watch…what kind of name is that? It sounds like they’re on a watch for chlorophyll instead of human rights violations!”

The special assistant laughed at her secretary’s comment. “Well, Fran said they checked out as a legitimate ngo.”

“Yeah, she told me about that the other day. But, I mean, like, where? Usually these activists have a specific place or demographic that they represent…from what I read on their official website, they’re pretty vague about whose rights they’re fighting for.”

Amy nodded as she thought on it and edged to the doors that went to the lobby. “Yeah, I looked at their site, too. Their name and mission statement actually implies they’re on the watch for human rights violators.”

Debby stopped her yet again. “Yeah, but on a watch for whom?”

That last question stuck in Amy’s mind. Indeed, the special assistant seemed to go into a trance. When Amy woke from the odd state of mind, she saw how Debby was looking at her.

“That’s been happening to you a lot lately, Amy,” the younger woman stated with great concern.

Half embarrassed, Amy gathered herself. “Actually, Debby, I’ve always had these spells—ever since I was a toddler, according to my parents.” She shook her head, as if in denial. “But you are right; they’ve been stronger than ever before!”

Debby was going to say more, but Amy insisted that she had to go to her meeting.

When she reached the visitors’ area, she was surprised to see how clean-cut the two suited men looked. Usually, Amy’s preconceived notion went, activists who fought for civil and human rights were usually more of the Hippie-type—long hair, beards, non-conformist clothes…in other words, exactly how Padawan Jacob Millstine and Jedi Salvitor normally dressed like.

Amy shook both of their hands upon reaching them. “Hi, I’m Amy Downstead; Special Assistant to the Secretary of State.”

“Greetings, Ms. Downstead. I’m Salvitor, and this is my vice-president of the organization…” Salvitor let his padawan answer for himself at this point.

“Jacob,” he said with a firm nod and bright smile.

Amy led them down the hall and to a room especially set aside for United Nations meetings for potential causes to go to the dockets. In other words, a small room that was not meant to impress the audience at hand, like one would find at the UN’s great conference room; where all the television cameras and dignitaries converged.

There were a couple of rounds of small talk before Amy steered the conversation to its purpose.

“…well, I hate to tell you, gentlemen, but a friend of mine commented on not knowing what exactly your cause is about. I couldn’t give her a good response, even after having read your mission statement on your official website! Now, as you know, with the backing of the president, the secretary of state is more than happy to look into any human rights issue that impacts Americans, wherever they may happen to be…”

Jedi Salvitor noted how the special assistant became a bit more rigid in her demeanor at that point. “But the secretary must be absolutely convinced that the problem presented rises to the level that the UN and the US deem actionable.”

Jacob, understanding diplomatese well, looked upon Salvitor and gave him a knowing look…but it was not merely for the political jargon that Amy cited. Salvitor gave the slightest nod back to Jacob.

“In other words,” Salvitor played off, responding to the special assistant’s slight rebuff, “who, exactly, is it that Chlorian Watch is watching out for? Isn’t that it, Ms. Downstead?”

Amy frowned upon Salvitor’s response. She glanced at his younger companion, but he, too, seemed to have stiffened in attitude as Jacob looked upon her with an open stare; his body as still as a statue.

Then, with no warning, Amy stood up from her chair. “Gentlemen…I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m not quite feeling myself this evening. I—”

“We know about you, Ms. Downstead,” Jedi Salvitor simply stated to her. At first, he kept his eyes down on the table, but then slowly lifted his eyes to meet those of the thirty-something professional.

Amy reacted as if she had been splashed with water. “Excuse me?”

“The precognitive visions,” Jacob filled in, “that odd sense that someone else is behind you, then vanishes; objects jumping right into your hand when all you’ve done was think about them—”

“Or jumping twenty feet over your opponent’s team on the soccer field,” she, now, contributed to the list; her eyes deep in her experiences. “Or…accidentally lifting someone a couple of feet off the floor when you get into a heated argument!”

Now Jedi Salvitor and Jacob looked upon each other with concern. Both watched as she took out her smartphone and placed a call to her secretary; telling Debby that she was going to be a little longer and for her to go home. She, then, opened the door to the conference room and looked around the lobby; making sure no one else was around. Except for a couple of janitors, all was clear. She closed the door and locked it.

The Jedi and padawan remained silent as Amy reclaimed her seat. She kept her eyes off to a corner of the room as she slid into the chair. Salvitor sensed that she was troubled—making her ripe for recruitment from the Sith!

“I’m surprised you don’t have a hundred questions for us,” Jacob said with a bit of levity, remembering how he was a couple of years ago, now, when Darth Harest and Jedi Salvitor first encountered him!

“This is going to sound weird,” she said after a long delay, “but I felt your presence here before. A few times, actually. So I knew I could trust you…I’m not sure why. Anyway, there’s no sense in pretending I’m normal, is there?”

Salvitor was nodding; a smile finally gracing his face. “We call that the Force, Ms. Downstead.”

“Amy, please,” she said as she turned to fully face them.

Both men nodded in consent and waited for her to speak. For not only could they sense that she was, indeed, upset about something, but her demeanor said as much. “So, I take it you found me like those other people did?”

Salvitor’s face dropped suddenly, and Jacob sat stone-faced.

“What other people, Amy,” Salvitor asked.

“I don’t know who they were. I kind of got the same feeling like I did with you two, but it was different…” She looked at Jacob, then back at Salvitor. “Kind of like you said, Jacob; that feeling like someone’s behind you, but when they talked with me that feeling never left! Like something was—”

Salvitor grabbed her by the hand as he glanced at his padawan. “We must go—now! We will explain later.”

Any other time in her life, any other situation, Amy would not have gone with two strangers she just met. But what she was feeling at that moment was far more threatening than anything she sensed from Salvitor or Jacob!

They did not even bother to shut the door to the conference room as they quietly trotted down the lofty halls of the United Nations edifice…and there; down the hallway, three Sith stood. One, dressed as a janitor, the other two in business suits—of which, they were taking their jackets off, making no pretense as to their intentions, nor a care about security cameras or the guards that would surly come upon seeing the spectacle from those cameras!

Jacob quickly fished for his smartphone and selected his contact. “Illitar, come get her; tenth floor!”

After replacing his phone, Jacob was, as gently as he could under the circumstances, pushing Amy down another hall while Salvitor was already running down the hall to engage the Sith; his lightsaber ignited and its droning sounds pulsating as he ran. Jacob took off to catch up so that his master would not face them alone.

The three male Sith already had their red sabers ignited and were right upon Salvitor! Jacob, a few yards away from the three-to-one fight, gestured for a nearby fire extinguisher to loosen from its perch and beamed it at one of the business-attired Sith.

It was now a two-to-one battle! For the time being.

When Jacob reached ground zero in the fight, it was the ‘janitor’ that had engaged him. He was probably about Jacob’s age, hence, quicker! His style was such that he swiched his lightsaber between both hands and would often kick—much like a mixed martial arts athlete! Indeed, one of those kicks sent Jacob straight through a door to a conference room! The janitor-Sith showed no mercy and continued his assault while Jacob was on the floor…that is, until Jacob Force-pushed him directly up into the ceiling! And there he stayed, stuck within the cables and wiring for the building.

The janitor-Sith’s hilt dropped from his grip during the push. Jacob picked it up, lightly tossed it in the air and sliced the hilt with his own blue, shimmering Force-blade. A small pop of an explosion—on the scale of a larger firecracker, was all that happened. But either way, that Sith was disarmed and would have to build a new lightsaber…for now, Jacob had to help Salvitor!

But by the time Jacob was back out in the hallway, Illitar, the middle-aged, female Jedi he called earlier, was already tasking the same Sith Jacob had struck with the fire extinguisher while Salvitor was still working on the same Sith from before!

“Masters,” Jacob shouted over the thunder-cracks and hums of all the lightsabers, “we’ve got to go! Security will be here soon, and I’m sure they’ll have backup after seeing this!”

Indeed, even the two Sith in the Oxford shirts and fancy ties began to pull back. One of the two gestured for them both to go, and their lightsabers were disengaged. They ran down a different hall than where they came from; leaving the janitor-Sith stuck in the ceiling…as did the Jedi. The Sith trapped among the conduit pipes and wires would have an interesting time explaining to the police what it was they would, surly, see in the security video to the United Nations’ headquarters!

An Old, Refurbished Pier; New York City. The Next Day…

By the time Jacob came back with coffee for all four of them at the metallic, shack-like housing on the old pier, Amy was already up. If history were any indication, Jacob was sure Jedi Salvitor and Illitar had a long conversation with Amy about what it was to be a latent-Forcer! He remembered his introduction to that world two years ago, when he used to live in Chicago. Darth Harest, one of the leading Sith in North America, had nearly got to him before Salvitor came to the rescue. And, now, a couple of years, and many training sessions later, Jacob had basically just reached padawan-status!

Reached pupil stage, after two years! What do you expect from an Order that once measured time by the millions of years while on a generational starship, Jacob reasoned.

Jacob looked around the isolated pier area before he shut its door and locked it. It was a beat-up, rust-bucket of a pier on the outside—certainly not of the same grade as the piers in the Chelsea section of Manhattan. But the inside was far more civilized; a kind of Post-Modern layout with the technological emminities of the 21st century.

Jacob suspected Salvitor and Illitar sent him on that coffee run so the two of them could have time to talk with Amy about being a latent-Forcer, and some of the history of the Jedi and Sith Orders. All the same, all three were happy to see the coffee!

Jacob got his own coffee after handing out those of his compatriots and pulled up a chair at the table; took a gulp of his drink, and sat the styrofoam down on the table as he looked at Amy.

“So…what do you think?”

Amy, now in some comfortable clothes supplied by Jedi Illitar, blew out a sigh with a, yet, tired look. “I’m still trying to obsorb all this, but I tell you, it feels good to know that it’s not just me out there with the Force!”

Jacob silently nodded as he looked up at his two Jedi masters. “Yeah, it sure does!”

“Of course,” Illitar, the oldest in the group; having buttocks-length hair, said, “that also means the Sith knows we have, yet, another soldier added to our ranks!”

“One in a high political position, mind you,” Salvitor reminded.

That caused Amy to glance back and forth between all three Forcers. “Are you expecting me to go back to work after that? They’ll make the connection with you and Jacob back in Chicago from years ago and from that security feed they’ll see that I’m with you guys! Plus…” She rubbed her face, still trying to wake up, “I’m sure the secretary of state will be wondering where I am!”

After taking a drink from her coffee, she noticed how quiet it was and looked up from her cup. All three were sharing a smile.

“Yeah, we’ve got that covered, too,” Jacob said and got up to go to a laptop that was plugged in at a corner of the pier-housing.

Amy looked at the two older Jedi for understanding.

“Remember how you mentioned you had been getting those Force-presence feelings lately,” Salvitor asked. Amy merely nodded. “Those were Jedi, but not us…up until yesterday, none of us here have ever been inside the United Nations building.”

Amy froze. Then an understanding came on her face with a smile. “The Jedi Order has inside-people in the United Nations?”

“Indeed,” Illitar confirmed. “And our compatriots have already taken care of those security videos from last night. That’s part of how the Order scouts for latent-Forcers…there simply are too many on this planet, and too many scattered about for the Order to just send out Jedi with the hopes of running into Earthen Forcers. Government positions are relevant to all citizens. So, the Order learned many years ago to infiltrate governing bodies throughout the world!”

Amy had a big laugh, which was infectious and caused everyone else in the pier-housing to at least smirk.

“So, some of those alien-government conspiracies are true, then,” Amy realized. “Only, it’s not green men disguised as humans—it’s humans from another galaxy! Whom we, on Earth, apparently are descendants of…after their generational starship crash-landed somewhere in our solar system…a few million years ago…” The more Amy heard herself say it out loud, the more she began to doubt it again! Much like Jacob, she would not have believed a single bit of the history told her by the two older Jedi, but for her own experience with her Force-abilities.

“Mind you,” Salvitor said after taking a gulp of his coffee, “the Sith have also infiltrated government offices and corporate positions.”

“Amy, think of it as a galactic Cold War,” Jacob suggested while he worked on the laptop.

Salvitor nodded at Jacob’s analogy. “And that point is the over-riding aspect to all that we do, Ms. Downstead. We are at war with the Sith…as Jedi, we must. Our Jedi library is full of historical accounts of what happens when the Sith are allowed to obtain power!”

“And what an honor it would be to have you, my Sister, written within the Jedi Annals, as one who has fought on the Bright Side of the Force,” Jedi Illitar added; her eyes beginning to tear-up.

Jacob had been on the Path long enough, at that point, to understand the art of recruiting for the Jedi Order. And from what he saw, Jedi Salvitor and Illitar were painting a masterpiece with Amy Downstead!

“Ok, Amy,” Jacob said after a moment of work on the laptop, “I just communicated cryptically with our people at the UN, and they affirmed that you’re covered for yesterday…the cover story is after your secretary got your call yesterday, you met with two people from a non-profit outfit that were warning you about some terrorists about to attack you.” He looked over at her from his monitor. “Don’t worry about the details, they’ll have it in an email to the secretary of state and the president by the time you get there today.

“Umm…our tech team cleaned up the video footage—since we have to have it. The alarms went off; it would be very strange if there was something like an eighteen-minute gap from the security footage and there still are scorch-marks from our saber battle in the hallway!”

Amy sat up as a thought came to her. “Well, what about the one Sith left—”

“What Sith…?”

Amy froze again. Working at the United Nations, she was quite used to international politics, so she found herself at home with what the Jedi were scheming.

“Great work, my Padawan,” Salvitor said proudly as he looked in Jacob’s direction, then turned to face Amy. “You will be paired with Jedi Illitar for your training. But we’ll give you a day to let this sink in…can we count on you, Sister?”

Amy looked upon Illitar and young Jacob, then back at Salvitor. Her senses felt a warm, yet strong, presence among them. “Yes, Master!”

The two older Jedi shared a smile between them just as Jacob called all three over to the corner of the pier-housing, where he was. He pointed at the monitor of the laptop when they got there.

“Look who just announced that he’ll be running for president…”

Illitar sharply looked at Salvitor; his eyes stuck to the screen as the television news report showed an older man, well-dressed; waving from a podium to a large crowd somewhere in Washington, DC. The broadcast was a live feed. Amy, noticing this, edged her way closer to the laptop’s monitor to see what it was that bothered the Jedi.

Dr. Oscar Allensworth,” she said with surprise and admiration.

The two Jedi and padawan turned to her, surprised. She obliged them.

“Well, there are some major players in the political field that say he would probably be the most educated president we’d ever have; if he were to become president. PhD in astrophysics; another doctorate in global business…he owns several highly successful corporate firms and is on the board—”

“—and is a Sith Lord,” Jacob interjected with a look of warning to Amy.

She froze. Jacob noticed how she often did that when things surprised.

“Have you met Darth Uru-mon in all your political dealings,” Salvitor asked, with the slightest of a grin; given her earlier accolades of the man.

She was already shaking her head. “No, but many of the conferences I’ve been to all over the world keep bringing his name up. From drafted plans to mine the moon for minerals so we can use them on Earth to…”

All three remained silent, but they all, now, had that same grin that Salvitor bore seconds ago. They already know about him; they’re just educating me, Amy thought to herself.

“That you haven’t met him personally would explain why you have not experienced a Dark Force-presence around him,” Salvitor explained. “But, my Sister, think on it: how is it that a politician who wants to be president of the United States has such an agenda to exploit the only moon that this planet has, plans to place a nuclear national defense system into space, and has a, shall we say, marginal view of other people who are different from his demographic, how is it that such a politician can advance so highly in public office in this country?”

Illitar and Jacob gave a look to each other, for they knew when to remain silent when Jedi Salvitor was discussing politics. Indeed, it was the very reason for their mission, given to all Jedi and padawan alike from the Order itself, based within the eons ago-crashed Dreadnaught. Jacob, at that point in his official Padawan training after two years, still had not been to the Super-Dreadnaught starship that brought the Jedi and the Sith to the Milky Way galaxy. Several times he hinted to Salvitor his desire to go there, even if it were off-Earth—Jacob knew the Jedi on Earth still maintain several fleet of scout ships. He had actually seen one a year ago, after he and Salvitor moved to New York City and Salvitor had a conference with other Jedi.

Continuing with a determined shaking of his head, Salvitor added, “No, Ms. Downstead, this Dr. Allensworth is a classic Sith Lord, and it is beings like him who, sadly, are elected into office from the public and is the very reason why we need your connections at the United Nations!”

“Yes, Master,” she dutifully said, but then asked, “If I may…” She looked, specifically, at the two Jedi. “What, exactly, is it that the Jedi Order plans to do with Sith who are in political office? Assassinate them?”

Both Jedi were already shaking their heads. Illitar, to this point, answered in her maternal way, given she was the elder of the Cell.

“No, my Sister, that would be the Dark ways of the Sith! We engage in battle to stop them, to defend others or ourselves…but we never instigate a murder.”

They all could see and sense Amy feeling relieved.

“But we typically set them up to get caught by Earthen authorities,” Salvitor added. “That way, the Earthen powers can incarcerate them. We have enough dealings with the Sith within the Dreadnaught. The Order thought it was a fair trade-off.”

The others in the small dock-house nodded at Salvitor’s point.

“Probably should get her ready to get back to the UN,” Jacob now suggested. “Fake emails and hacked security videos won’t do any good if she’s not seen by the others there!”

“Agreed,” Illitar stated and escorted Amy to a tiny room where she could change into some new clothes that the Cell bought for her. Showing up after an incident like the previous day in the same outfit would definitely look suspicious!

“And you, my Padawan,” Salvitor started to say to Jacob.

“I know…training.” He was still exhausted from the encounter with the three Sith last night!

But the Jedi gave a face. “In a way. You’ve really proven yourself as a Padawan this past year, Jacob. From our move from Chicago, those couple of situations with local humans not quite so kind to our philosophy, to how you’ve helped a new recruit get out of a very bad situation with the Sith last night…I think you deserve a vacation.”

Jacob was absolutely stunned. Like Amy, he sat there, frozen with surprise. “I didn’t realize that Jedi even take vacations, Master!”

“I have to admit, it will actually be a working trip, but the long flight to the Dreadnaught will give you time to relax…may be even do a little training on the side?” Salvitor was, now, looking at Jacob with a tilted head, curious if he even understood what he was saying to his padawan.

By the time Jacob snapped out of his shock, Jedi Illitar was standing at the other end of the pier-housing; beaming, as if she were his proud mother.

“Jedi Salvitor and I talked it over while you slept last night. We concur, as Jedi masters, that you have reached another level in your training…I’ll be fine with Amy while you two are gone.”

“There are several other Jedi within New York City that she can call on, should the need arise,” Salvitor assured Jacob.

Now, Amy, finally dressed in her new business attire, had joined the crew in the main room of the housing. “Well, Jacob, I just met you, but I feel as though I’m going to miss you already!”

She walked up to him and embraced him in a compatriot way, and did the same with Jedi Salvitor.

“It’ll probably take about a couple of months, or so,” Salvitor said after the hug. “You are in trusted, and strong hands within the Force with Jedi Illitar, Amy. Remember, just let the Force flow through you—don’t fight it! Don’t see it as something that makes you a freak of humanity. Seeing us here, especially Jacob since he, too, is an Earth-native, should prove that to you.”

She nodded; her eyes beginning to tear-up.

Jacob and Salvitor gathered their belongings and headed for the door to the small pier-house. Salvitor caught Jacob by the shoulder, indicating he wanted to say one last thing before their trip to the Super-Dreadnaught.

“Recently, I was doing more research into the ancient records of the Jedi Order. I ran across a small bit of information, but I found it—uplifting! I guess in the ancient days, when Jedi, or even non-Jedi, would go on an extended trip, they used to say to each other, May the Force be with you.”

Illitar, Jacob, and Amy all glanced at one another for the curious little saying Salvitor shared. Amy, one of the newest member of that ancient Order by several eons, decided to pick up that lost tradition.

“And may the Force be with you, Jedi Salvitor…”


"When Universes Collide: A Star Wars Fan Fiction--COMPILATION”

Finally, in one Ebook! In what could only be considered taboo, this Star Wars FanFiction takes us to planet Earth! Where, Jacob, a young human in Chicago, is befriended by a Sith, Darth Harest. Her hopes of adding him to a new struggle of the Sith against the Jedi Order is confronted by Jedi Salvitor; whom is also on his own mission to recruit humans to fight an emerging Sith power on Earth!

  • ISBN: 9781310459207
  • Author: scifiguy3553
  • Published: 2016-05-05 05:50:08
  • Words: 10218