Okay. To explain the AUness of this fic, the NJO only happened up to Conquest. Conquest never happened-Tahiri was never Vongified, or whatever you want to call it. Yavin 4 was never captured. This fic will most likely have no romance in it whatsoever, but there may be some action (I'm as shocked as you are that I'm writing action) and I might change my mind and put in some romance... you never know This songfic is based off the song 'Unbreakable' by The Suicide Machines... gotta love the Suicide Machines Please tell me if this fic sucks, because, if it does, I can probably make it better, I just need to know that it sucks (Any suggestions what so ever are accepted and, I guarentee, I will not be offended by anything you say about this at all.) Oh, yeah, Soulwalker is betaing this for me... lots of thanks to him I've also taken some liberties regarding the Solo kids and Tahiri... please realize two things: they are less mature for 1) the sake of the story and 2) because they haven't experienced quite as much... anyway... ********************************************* Friendships bloom but everything dies Seasons change its all part of life A storm is coming in I can see in your eyes And we just don't agree we can't compromise Kyp walked out of the Jedi Academy, fuming. Again. Why is it that I can never, ever manage to leave that place calmly? I mean, it's the kriffing center of learning for a group that says anger is basically evil... oh, right, forgot. They think anger and violence are always evil; no wonder they piss me off constantly. Note to self: never meet with the Jedi again. He sighed, leaning against the side of the Great Temple. Another useless Jedi meeting. They'll never agree with me. They'll never do anything. Why did I ever come to these pointless, time-wasting gatherings? The Vong need to die. Why can't they just understand that? And why do I almost feel like I'm convincing myself? Kyp tried to broadcast a basic 'Go the sith away' through the Force, but that never worked. Someone always came after him. They always claim that they don't want to 'lose' me. I'm already 'lost'. I've been that way for a long time. He snorted. Maybe Luke feels the same way about me that I feel about him. "Kyp?" Three young, slightly confused voices inquired quietly. He sighed again. "Why do you two always follow me when I storm out of meetings? It's not like you even really try to convince me of anything-you just come and talk to me. Why?" Kyp could feel their shock through the Force, though he couldn't see it on their faces, as his back was still to them. Anakin, Jaina and Tahiri stepped closer to him. Jaina bit her lip. "I guess... I guess I'm trying to convince myself that you're wrong." Anakin nodded in enthusiastic agreement. Kyp looked sharply at them. "So... you're saying you almost agree with me?" They nodded. "But we still sort of agree with Uncle Luke," Anakin quickly pointed out. "Okay, kids. Were going to have a totally honest little debate this time. What makes sense about 'Uncle Luke's'-" Kyp couldn't help but smirk at that title."-point of view? What makes sense about letting a group of extra-galactic beings terrorize the galaxy?" "Um..." Jaina started out uncertainly. "Maybe the Yuuzhan Vong deserve to live. Maybe they're all being mind-controlled into killing people, or something. Maybe they aren't doing it on purpose, and killing them would be as bad as how they're killing us." Kyp nodded and shifted his attention to Anakin. "What do you think?" "What Jaina said," Anakin replied. "When we use dark ways, we become dark." Kyp stared hard at Anakin for a moment, than looked at the sky above Yavin 4. He let all of the anger he had felt at Luke, at the Universe, even that small amount he felt towards himself, soak into the cool night air. "I'm not so sure about that, Anakin. Punching a person is evil. But is punching a person who is and will continue to brutally beat someone else?" "No,"