A Dance of Suns

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away

A hyperdrive malfunction landed former Jedi Initiate Ashara Dorne on the planet Earth, where she discovered a collection of discs known as Star Wars, that explain the future of the entire galaxy.

Summer Montanari, a Force Sensitive individual, has unknowingly alerted the Galactic Empire of the planet's existence. Ashara races against time to finish a prototype ship that can get her back to the galaxy. Jedi Hunters and the Empire's top engineers work together to reach a seemingly impossible destination.

Now a dark presence lurks above the planet, dangerously close to discovering Earth's force sensitives, and the information that could potentially keep the Republic from returning forever. . . .

Sith Inquisitor Razim Mashow smirked to himself as his custom tie-fighter emerged from the wormhole. The Scientist had been a genius: reversing the polarity of a star caused a rupture in matter that allowed him to gain access to a network of tunnels that led to systems across the universe. Eventually the Empire could begin using this technology to conquer other galaxies, but for now...the dark side was leading him to the disturbance.

He observed the system he'd emerged in. The sun was a class Esk, not the largest, but it was impressive considering that the gravity field had roped in at least nine planets. And the third planet from the sun...he could feel the Force surrounding that planet as if it was an old friend. He could only imagine the amount of Force Sensitives there, all with potential waiting to be used. His Master would definitely find it an abundant source of energy, perhaps enough to allow him to challenge the Emperor himself.

Razim glanced at his holocommunicator, and frowned. As long as he was here, he was definitely out of range. He couldn't send any coordinates, or report on his discovery. He would have to work individually. It was no matter, as that planet was seriously technologically inept. They would never stand a chance.

"Scout the system for potential bases near the target!" he barked into the communicator, his teeth nashing against each other with excitement.

Yes...it was a great day for the Empire.

"I know that it's important, but it's not important to me!" Summer groaned.

Alice sighed. "Summer, you're my best friend! This is a chance to dress up, to talk to people!"

"I'm an introvert!" Summer argued. "I'm fine with talking to you, but...you know I gave up on dances since that incident in middle school. I'm not going to start now!"

Alice was silent for a moment. "Ms. Gallwood is going to be there..." she bribed. "You could always strike up a conversation with her.

Ms. Gallwood was Summer's favorite teacher, and one that Summer could relate to. She was smart enough to have skipped several grades, finishing school when she was only 15. Yet she decided to become a teacher instead of something that got higher pay. Summer hoped she could become like her one day. She was sixteen already, but she was in senior year. She could accomplish more than some of her classmates ever would think possible of.

"I don't know..." she started, though the idea of being able to commune with Ms. Gallwood, who was always willing to talk to her, was appealing to her.

"You could wear your Padme Amidala replica," Alice was smirking. "It's fancy enough to wear to a formal event. You won't be able to wear your headpiece, but..."

Summer sighed, opening her mouth to respond.

And that was how her best friend--her best friend--had talked her into going to prom. With Star Wars. One day, she was going to get over her long term obsession so that things like this didn't happen. But...not now. She liked it too much.