Chapter 1 23 ABY Fourteen-year-old Jacen Solo spun his arms in wide arcs, letting the Force guide his green blade through the motions of Soresu. He leapt through the air, spun his lightsaber around behind his back, passing it to his other hand as he did, and came around with the tip pointed forward, spearing through his imaginary foe. "Very good," Luke Skywalker said. "You're a natural." Jacen lowered his lightsaber and grinned up at his uncle. The Jedi Master put his hand on Jacen's shoulder and guided him off the training room's elevated glass floor. Jacen shut off his green blade and clipped the lightsaber to his belt. "Your style is very close to the way Obi-Wan Kenobi fought," Luke said. "Thanks," Jacen replied. Obi-Wan had been a great Jedi Master; it was Jacen's dream to be a fraction of that. "I've been studying the holorecordings Master Tionne has found of Obi-Wan." Luke scratched his chin. "Have you? Come with me; there's something I want to show you." Jacen started to follow Luke out of the training room, but stopped in his tracks and frowned. "Wait," he said. "I told Jaina I'd meet her here. How will she know where we're going?" "We won't be gone long," Luke said. "Jaina can entertain herself for a few minutes." He grinned. "It'll be good for her." Jacen laughed, nodded, and continued walking. Luke led Jacen to his quarters. Inside, he moved to his HoloNet terminal and sat down. Jacen stood behind his uncle and peered over his shoulder. Luke accessed a file and activated it. "Before I show you this," Luke said, "this is something Yoda told me about when I was training with him on Dagobah. I only recently found the records; the Emperor did his best to stamp them out." Jacen nodded. "So, what is it?" "Here, watch." He played the file. The shimmering blue holo-image appeared; it was a field of grass intermingled with snow at random intervals. A few seconds later, a brown boot entered the picture, followed by another one. Jacen realized the camera, whatever it was, was lying at an angle on the ground. A figure in tan clothes, a brown bandolier crossing his chest, became visible as the boots continued forward. The figure had a lightsaber hilt, unlit, in its hand. The face appeared, revealing the shoulder-length hair of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan looked around and clenched his fist on the lightsaber hilt for a moment. His jaw tensed; it was obvious that he sensed trouble. Then, suddenly, Kenobi's lightsaber was ignited and he was in motion. The lightsaber appeared as a continuous circle around Kenobi, blocking blaster bolts away from him and back at the shooters, who were off-camera. A moment later one of the shooters came into view–it was a rusty tan droid with a black rifle. "Battle droids," Jacen observed. "Jaina would know more about that than I would." Luke nodded. "Watch." Kenobi finished off the battle droids swiftly and stood there, his lightsaber pointed at the ground. Then, frowning, he knelt and picked up the camera, holding it at eye level. Kenobi rolled his eyes. "Anakin. Always leaving your things lying around." The recording ended then, and Jacen stood back. "What was that?" Jacen asked. "That," Luke said, "was Obi-Wan on a training exercise, just before the Clone Wars. Yoda told me that after this he and Anakin went on a mission that only a few members of the Jedi Order even knew about." "What was it?" Jacen asked. Luke shrugged. "I don't know. Yoda wouldn't even tell me. But I'd like to find out...what do you say?" "You mean, me and you?" Jacen asked, eyes wide. Luke nodded. "Yes, Jacen. I think you're ready." Jacen beamed. "Yes, absolutely! Let me pack and I'll be ready." He turned and exited Luke's room, pumping his fist in silent triumph.