A Dance of Suns

Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I can claim no ownership of the Star Wars franchise, as much as I love it. I am a fan, not the creator.

Author's Note: Thank you all soo much for your support! I am so excited to have gotten this far into writing this story, and that most of you seem to be enjoying it. Here's a shout out to everyone who favorited/followed or left a review. You're gonna make me cry, you guys (happy tears, they're happy tears). I'll try to keep these notes short, because not many people seem to read them anyways. Happy reading!

"A meeting of the United Nations has been called to discuss these recent events and what courses of action..."

"...and fans of the franchise have become increasingly hostile..."

"...of Disney and LucasFilm have yet to comment on this predicament. However, Abrams and Lucas have released a statement..."

"...another ship was spotted taking off into the sky by..."

"...fatal wound was cauterized all through the hole that punctured her. There is no doubt..."

"It's all over the news." Alice sighed. "CNN, CBS, BBC and all that. And in all these magazines too, but the information isn't as accurate. This is what Miss Gallwood--sorry, Ashara--was afraid of."

"I don't care." said Ian. "She landed us in a whole lot of trouble, whatever she was and wasn't afraid of."

Alice glared at him. "She did everything she could, and then she died. Are you going to keep complaining, or are you actually going to help like you promised you would?"

He smirked at her, raising his eyebrows incredulously. "And what, exactly, are we supposed to do?"

Alice shrugged. "Find a way to get that Sith Lord off this planet without letting him know we actually have information about the future."

"Yeah, and that'll work out great." said Ian. "Now that people know that Star Wars exists, how long do you think it'll take for others to find out they have that magic Force-y thing? Summer led that Dark sider here. How do we know that more won't come now that the Force is real?"

"You are a right ray of sunshine, Ian." Alice sighed. "Now I remember why I didn't like you that much."

"I don't like you either."

"Come on. We have to get to school." Alice motioned with her hand, and Ian followed her out of the living room.

They couldn't even begin to imagine how much things were about to change.

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Anyone who had ever resided in a Nar Shadaa prison was well acquainted with the smell: a mixture of exhaust, half decomposed garbage, sweat, and the excrement of several hundreds of species. It wafted through the floor grating, causing everyone to gag or (in Summer's case) their eyes to bulge out of their sockets in an attempt to breath it in. Eventually, however, Summer grew used to it, instead focusing on the numerous bruises she had received from training. It felt to her as if she had only two hours of sleep since she'd arrived, but whenever she asked for a break, she'd just end up getting clobbered worse than usual.

"Again." Ghedhrew ordered, her arms crossed, before she turned away to converse with one of the trandoshans. Summer wheezed and coughed as she tried to regain her breath. Falwin had knocked her flat on her back so many times she had lost count. She'd been at this training for what seemed like days, and she still hadn't been told what Ghedhrew planned to do to get them all out. She was grateful for the distraction, however, as the only time she thought about Ashara was in her nightmares. Sometimes, she would see her alive, but twisted with the anger and hate of the Dark Side. Other times, she saw her disfigured carcass, a raven pecking at the cauterized hole where a lightsaber had run her through.