Justice Of Anger

Chapter 3

"Jesse? Are you feeling alright?" Roy asked me. I then blacked out. I didn't seem like myself at all, I threw an object at the wall with anger. I growled with anger.
"Jesse!" Roy screamed my name. I couldn't hear him, I was completely blacked out. Roy then shook me, I suddenly woke up.
"What happen?" I asked rubbing my head.
"You had some sort of vision and acting weird." Roy said. He carefully picked up the object, it was just an old plain vase.
"Oh, I felt so much anger." I said getting up. I went back to the ship, before I did, Roy stopped me.
"Careful Jesse, you gotta control it." Roy said stopping me.
"How?" I asked.
"Anyways, let's go." Roy said.

I let Roy drive me to Dantooine. I was daydreaming, looking out the window of the Galaxy. I remember when I was a kid that I would always pretend that I was a ship, flying though the air. I remembered it like it was yesterday.

"Whee!" I said waving my arms around like a ship. I was imagining driving a ship, I was seeing stars. I loved it, I then heard a noise. I first ignored it, pretending to feel the air, cool and clean. Then, I heard it again.
"Justice!" My father said running to me.
I looked up, the Emperor was crossing his arms, he didn't seem pleased at all.
"Papa? What's going on?" I asked. I was only six years old.
"Justice, you can't play plane here. I have duties to do and so does Master. Okay? Go into your room and play." Father said. He put his stormtrooper helmet back on. He then walked off.
The Emperor looked at me, "I'm watching you, Justice Kiyanu."
I then nodded to show respect, "Yes, Master."
I didn't let him stop my dreams.

I let a small tear fall down my cheek. It was so hard to let whatever happened go. All I knew that it was all Obi Wan's fault.
We were in the sky for a while. Roy didn't seem like a Jedi Master sometimes. He was more like a pilot then a master. At least, I knew how to fly.
The vision of my parents deaths ran though me again. I got mad again. I could feel the anger running though me, the pain, the suffering.
"Jesse? Focus. Don't focus on being angry." Roy kept saying to me. I couldn't hear him, my hands clumped into fits. I used the force to grab my Lightsaber. Roy picked his up. We got off the ship and fought.
"Jess, please don't do this." Roy said while walking around me. I was even trying to think if it even was me. I didn't feel like myself at all. Don't focus, I said to myself.
I swung at him, he dodged with his Lightsaber stabbed with mine. The light of blue and red were bright. I still had my red Lightsaber, I was gonna upgraded it to a blue, or maybe a green. It depended what Yoda was gonna do.
Me and Roy fought until Roy managed to snap me out of it. Was this who I really was?
I couldn't take it, I then saw something was smoking. I turned around, it was from the X-Wing. Me turning against Roy was blurry. I didn't remember it.
"Jesse.. Why did you do that?" Roy asked me. I then looked up and sighed.
"I know someone who can fix this." I said getting my Lightsaber back.
"Who?"
I then begin to walk off, sighing. How could I do such a thing? Would Anakin turn his back on his friend? I don't think so.
It looked like, from my point of view that I was the one who was making the trouble. The bad, terrible, trouble.

"Sir, what are we going to do about Justice?" The guard asked Vader. Vader was staring out into the Galaxy thinking. He then took a deep breath.
"He's been my Padawen for as long I can remember. He even tried to play plane when he wasn't suppose to." He chuckled and continued. "He's known as Jesse now. For a long time and until I die, he will still be known as Justice Kiyanu."
"What are we going to do? Roy has him now." The guard said. Darth Vader was furious, he turned around and choked the guard.
"What did you say?" He said choking him.
"He's.. Roy's... Now..." The guard said choking.
Darth Vader was furious, he dropped the choking guard. "He will not be his for long."
"What are you doing to do, Lord Vader?" The guard said regaining his breath.
Darth Vader sticked out his Lightsaber and showed it up. He then chuckled and it became a laugh.
"Prepare me a ship. I'm going to pay them a visit."
"Yes, sir. Dillon, get him a ship."
Dillon was a young stormtrooper. His parents were dead just like mine. He felt the light inside him ever since he was born. He didn't want to prepare some ship.
"I have to warn Jesse." Dillon said to himself.