Star Wars: Rebels of the Stars (COMPLETED/BEING EDITED)

Chapter 17: Memories Alive

"Wake up. WAKE UP!" 

I  jolted awake, the almost silent hum of the ship as it floated in space the only other sound other than her pants of surprise. I looked around my room and saw no one in the darkness, and sighed. 

"I could've sworn I heard someone calling out..." I rubbed my eye as I muttered to myself, and got up, getting a drink of water from my bottle.

"You did." The voice spoke again, making me jump and quickly got on guard.

A blue glowing light grew in front of me, as I shielded my eyes, to see a woman a few inches shorter than herself glowing blue.

"M-master Jhaina...." I blinked, looking at the force ghost, her thick bun still tied together as it was when I met her. My old master's teacher stood before me. 

"Don't be afraid." Her smooth voice was the same as I had remembered it all those years ago. "I am here to help you." 

"Help me? How? Why have you never spoken to me before, if you can? Are you alive?" I reached out to touch the blue light, but chose not to. 

"I am not, but, it has taken me time to try to find you, and any others."

"Others? You mean there's other jedi out there other than those I know of?" 

She nodded. "More than it seems. Whom do you know of?" She tilted her head.

"Master Vulkri, my training group, and rumors of a few here and there."

"Some are among the rebels such as you are. Others remain in hiding, or gave up their jedi ways almost entirely." She sighed, "But that's not the help I'm giving you."

"Then what help?" I blinked. 

"Your master is alive. Aslan."

"Master Monjarby is alive?!" My eyes widened in happiness and worry, "Where is he?!"

"He's safe. Safer than anyone else. But you're not ready to know where yet." She started to fade.

"Not ready? But Master Jhaina! He's my master! I need to know!" I panicked at her vanishing. 

"You will find him soon enough. But for now you need to stay  away from him, and you need to go and help the Rebellion. I still do not agree with this war, but it is best for there to be those whom fight back." Her Mandalorian traits shown, her beliefs of pacifism showing clearly. 

"But..." I tried to make words, however couldn't. 

"Farewell for now, Jedi Knight Mira. May the Force be with you every step of the way."  She vanished entirely.

I stood there for minutes, maybe an hour, staring blankly at the spot, hopping she would reappear, but she never did.

I sighed and sat down on my bed, and looked at my lightsaber. I looked over at the antigravity chamber that held my backpack.

Reaching over, I pulled it out, and opened it, looking at the only possessions other than my clothes and my saber that I owned. I looked at the pictures, carefully tucked between pages of the book Master Vulkri took from the old Jedi temple library, which she gave to me for safekeeping. 

In the corner of my eyes, I spotted a yellowed, folded paper in the bottom corner of the tattered bag. Curiously, I reached in and pulled it out, and carefully pulled the fragile corners away from the others, to see it was an old drawing. The one of Master Monjarby and me that I made before the fall of the Republic.

A teardrop fell on the paper before I realized that I was crying. 

He was alive. He was freaking alive.

I put the picture away, and dug through the pockets of the bag, to find a small box of homemade crayons. I pulled out the longest one, and looked at it.

Paint bent down and handed over the dark reddish purple crayon. "As a prize for besting me in the art competition we had, I present you a new crayon, made from my own hands." He smiled, as I took it and inspected it. 

I ran the tip of the sharpened piece of wax on a paper to get out a nice dark shade. 

I smiled and hugged him. "Thank you!"

I chuckled slightly, realizing that he actually let me win on purpose, because I was only four when I did.  "You big goof ball... If only you weren't gone." Paint had been my best friend of the troopers, followed extra closely by Wivern. 

I sighed and put the small box away, and the pictures away. I put the bag back into the antigrav chamber and laid back onto my bed, while watching the ceiling.

Before long, I dozed off, dreaming of the future. 

"Wen? Anoles? Anyone? Is anyone there?" I called out, coughing from black smoke. 

I was in an unidentifiable location, the ship had crashed for some reason. I felt my legs out give out from under me, and I fell to my bleeding hands, obviously hurt from the crash. 

I spotted a figure approaching me, and felt danger, while I tried to summon my lightsaber to my side, but found I couldn't. 

A tall, yellowed skin Mirialan woman approached me and had bright red eyes to match her crimson lightsabers. "You will join me, Jedi. And we will become the new Master and Student of the Sith. Rule this pathetic universe with it's unjust laws and beliefs. Darth Steix and Darth Len. " Darth Steix aimed her blade at me.

"Never. I'd rather die than fall to the dark side." I spat out blood.

"Very well." She raised her lightsaber to strike and I close my eyes before there was a scream of no, and it all went black before I could see who shouted no.

I woke up to Khau screeching and running away from Greenie outside of my room, and sat up. 

"Darth Steix..." I thought, the name pounding in my head. "Another Sith?"

The woman in the dream was not familiar at all, but I felt I should know it. 

I decided to go join the others, and forget about the bizarre dream.