SEQUEL TO _Star Wars: The Jedi Reborn_
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Eleven years have passed since The Battle of Endor, and ten since The Battle of Jakku. With the discovery of _The Journal of the Whills_, an anc...
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How long he knelt in the mud with the rain drenching him, Luke had no clue. It seemed that the sun would never rise again. He did not care.
The high-pitched whine of a shuttle's engines ripped the Jedi Master back to reality. He watched as the Upsilon-class shuttle soared overhead, landing not far from the academy.
Ben. He's coming. Ben... and others.
Luke dropped into meditation, pulling in the Force and letting it fill him. He shuddered as he caught Ben's thoughts—Leia! No! Rey!
Luke placed his hand on R2's dome. A compartment opened. He took out a memory card and inserted it into an info slot on the droid. "Artoo, get back to the ship. Send this message to Leia. Code Red. Secure frequency. Go now."
The droid beeped a long string.
"Fire up the ship. If I don't make it, find Han. Take him to Leia. He has to protect them."
The droid beeped agreed as he rolled down the hill.
Luke removed his outer robe, dropping it in the mud beside his sack of belongings. Crossing his arms, he stood, waiting for the Knights of Ren to reach his position. He had the high ground, and he was not going to waste a single bit of energy taking the fight to them.
He glanced back at the fire, tears welling in his eyes once more, anger welling in his soul.
And he did not care about any Jedi platitudes.
Where Jedi negotiation had failed, anger would prevail.
Anger was too mild of a word. Rage. Pure rage consumed him now.
Luke turned and raised his saber and Naluma's, the green and violet blades contrasting against his opponents' red blades. Thirteen against one. He calmly pulled in the Force, letting it fill every nook and cranny, and then he started a brutal attack, slicing three down. He waved his hand toward the remaining seven and sent them into trees, knocking them unconscious.
Ben stood behind them, watching, waiting.
Luke smiled with pleasure as he heard their necks snap. The Jedi Master extinguished his sabers and raised his hands, clenching them in sequence, squeezing the hearts of each Knight of Ren, ensuring their death.
Death felt so good now. He pulled in the extra power their deaths supplied. He filled himself with it. With hatred. With rage.
It was all too easy.
Master Skywalker's eyes flared yellow, as he stretched forth his hand, dragging the cloaked boy to his clutches. He ripped Ben's thoughts from his mind. Kill Master Skywalker... The darkness—it calls. The power. Where is it now? I killed Master Fau too early. The power—I need the power.
