I'm back!!!!!!!!!! So I have always wondered what happened if communism was introduced to the Star Wars galaxy. So now, here a fic that will cover how I think what will happen. Here's the link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12238529/1/Cosmonaut On with the show! Oh, and before I forget, I warn everyone that updates are irregular and there will be times were this story could go months without updates. So read at your own risk. EDIT: This chapter was updated to fit my new standards for writing. --------- “I’m sorry Master, but this is something I have to do alone. Without the Jedi and without you.” Ahsoka said finally as she began to walk away from the Jedi Temple. Anakin stood there distraught before he remembered something. “Ahsoka wait.” He said following after her. “If you are going out into the wider galaxy, at least take your lightsabers with you.” Ahsoka turned and gazed upon Anakin’s outstretched hand, which are holding her lightsabers. She looked hesitant to take them. “Please.” Anakin insisted. “It would give some peace of mind knowing you can defend yourself.” Ahsoka sighed before taking the lightsabers and clipping them onto her belt. “Alright Master. See you soon.” She said, turning her back once again and beginning her long journey down the Jedi Temple’s steps. It was the worst day of her life. The betrayal of Barriss and the Jedi Order had hurt more than any injuries she sustained during the war. She might have been cleared of all charges, but her trust in the Jedi and the Republic has been shattered forever. The Clone Wars for her was over and she will no longer take part in it any more. Ahsoka snorted in derision at the thought of the Separatists and the Republic. Both corrupt governments full of greed and selfishness rather than what the Jedi should’ve stood for. Ahsoka made her way to Dex’s Diner, the only place she felt comfortable going to. She sat down on a secluded table and contemplated her future life choices. Dex spotted the young Togruta from the kitchen and came to greet her. “Ahsoka!” He said happily as he came to her table. “I heard about the trial and I’m so glad they finally saw the sense to clear your charges.” “Yeah. But here I am, for the first time in my life, without a direction in life.” Ahsoka said sadly. “The trial had been really rough on me and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I figured the one place I could start off with was a place where I know someone who could be trusted.” “I’m glad you consider me a trustworthy figure.” Dexter said. “Obi-wan and Anakin had a lot of great things to say about you.” “Thanks Dexter.” Ahsoka replied with a slight smile. “I feel like the Order turned their back on me and when I was found innocent, they didn’t even apologize, stating it was some ‘Great Trial’ or something.” Dex nodded in understanding. “I understand what you are going through. Had a few friends over the years get framed for crimes they didn’t convict. Most of them weren’t as lucky as you, but those that did, they were never the same.” Dex said. “I’ve spent many years out in the galaxy traveling to far away places in search of good food, and it has given me a lot of perspective about the state of the galaxy as a whole. Say, why not leave Coruscant and see the galaxy, see where it takes you. You never know when something might appear.” Ahsoka smiled weakly. “Thanks Dex. That might be a good idea.” She replied, before looking sad again. “Though, it would be a problem since I don’t have a ship or money for the matter.” That’s where Dex began to smile wider. “You’re in luck, Ahsoka.” He said. “Coupla months back, I won this peculiar YT-1300 freighter in a game of Sabaac named the Millennium Falcon. Heavily modified, had one of the best hyperdrive systems I’ve ever seen. I’d keep it, but the thing’s a real money pit. I can’t afford to maintain it and my other ship at the same time, so I have to get rid of it.” “Why did you get the Falcon if it had all these problems?” “Well, in my defense, a Class 0.5 hyperdrive and a healthy cargo capacity are quite attractive features, especially in these trying times.” Dex replied. “I’ll give you the ship if you promise to come back, will ya? I am sure gonna miss having you around these days now that you left the Jedi Order.” “You’re too kind Dex.” Ahsoka said. Dex laughed as he got up from the booth. “I know, Ahsoka. The Falcon’s in Docking Bay 77.” Dex said. “Now I gotta get back to the kitchen, dinner rush is about to start. Do you want anything?” “No thanks, Dex.” Ahsoka replied. “Thank you for all you’re doing. I appreciate it.” “No problem.” -o0o- The wind and rain lashed against a particular group of Yugoslav Partizans in the city of Zagreb, located in the Reichskommissariat of Kroatien. It was evening, and the annual military parade celebrating the Axis victory in the Second Weltkrieg had been concluded for several hours. Curfew began and the German-supported Ustaše began their nightly patrols, looking for curfew violators and dissidents alike. One group of Ustaše militiamen approached the spot where the Yugoslav Partizan group waited to spring their ambush. “Čekaj moj signal.”1 The leader of the group said quietly. He was a tall, brown haired young man sporting a hard expression on his face. He held his pistol to his side as he kept a shrewd eye on the approaching patrol, eight men armed with Second Weltkrieg-era assault rifles. The other Partizans readied themselves for the coming firefight. A few minutes later, the Ustaše patrol passed the Partizan’s hiding spot, to the leader’s smile. “Sada!”2 He shouted, jumping out of his hiding spot. The rest of the Partizans also revealed themselves as a firefight began. It did not last long, as thirty seconds later, all eight of the militamen were lying dead on the street, thanks to the scary accuracy of the leader’s gun. A faint group of shouts was heard, prompting the leader to turn back to his men. “Raspršiti!”3 He and the others made a run for it, ducking into the various alleyways and avenues across that part of Zagreb. The leader ran down the alleyway along with one of his men, ditching their weapons as they made their roundabout way back to their secret base. “Dobar posao, Janko. Još jedna pobjeda.”4 The man said, following the 21 year old Croat as they constantly changed directions to avoid being followed. “Hvala.” The leader, now known as Janko, replied. “Nastavi se kretati.”5 The two Partizans split up as they kept going. Janko took a right into the town center and headed south. He was almost there! Making a right onto another street, Janko suddenly stopped in his tracks as he ran into another patrol of Ustaše militiamen. They already had their weapons raised, having been ready to intercept anyone in the area. “Jebiga.”6 Janko muttered as he surrendered. Just the typical luck of a Slav in this ****** continent. -o0o- The Ustaše took Janko to the local jail, where he was searched for everything before being locked up in a short-term cell. It was late at night at this point and thankfully, the storm outside seemed to be letting up. Janko went to sleep, hoping for a rescue, but preparing for the worst. It was a fitful sleep, as he dreamed of fantastical adventures in the stars, leading large flying warships into battle. But that would all be a pipe dream, as he was surely to be executed for his actions against the Axis. “Wake up!” Janko was abruptly awoken with a sharp strike to the head. He looked up and saw an SS officer looming over him with a disgusted expression on his face as the Ustaše commander stood next to him with a disappointed and regretful look. Janko sat up, glaring at the two. “Can you speak German?” The SS officer demanded. Janko huffed. “Unfortunately.” “Good.” The SS officer stated. “Janko Šerić. You have been a constant thorn on our side for years. And now, your time is up.” “You and your bastard country can **** off from our rightful land, Nazi scum.” Janko shot back. “Yugoslavia is for Yugoslavians! Not for interloping Germans like you!” “Silence!” The SS officer shouted. “You already know that you’re slated for execution. But lucky for you, High Command has something special planned for you.” Janko said nothing as he continued to glare at the SS officer. “You should be glad that you have a chance at surviving whatever we have planned for you, however slim it is.” The SS Officer continued. “Though I doubt the Japanese would take too kindly to communist rats like yourself.” Janko’s anger briefly disappeared in favor of confusion. “The Japanese?” “Oh, you’ll see. You’ll see.” The SS officer chuckled as he turned and left the cell. The Ustaše commander remained, maintaining his disappointed look at Janko, who began to glare at him. “It’s such a shame a good Croat like yourself would choose to fight for the god-less communist rabble instead of us.” He said quietly. “You would’ve made for a great operative.” “Piss off, traitor!” Janko shouted. “You’re nothing but the German’s bitch! Where’s your national pride? Lying in a ditch shot like the rest of our people these past years?” “Your misguided beliefs about a united Yugoslavia is stupid and foolish!” The Ustaše commander shouted back. “Croatia is the only country fit to rule the Balkans and you should realize that!” “The only country I see that rules the Balkans is Germany!” Janko replied. “The only way Croatia will rule the Balkans is if they stopped sucking German dick, but that’ll never happen because they’ll destroy us like how they destroyed everyone else during the war!” “Germany is our friend and has been for the past 20 years. We have no reason to antagonize them.” The commander said. “Then you’re no Croat, much less a Yugoslav.” “I’m sorry you feel that way.” The Ustaše commander turned to leave Janko’s cell. “I hope God has mercy on your soul.” He left, leaving Janko alone once again. He snorted at his situation. Of course, he just had to go and get captured and now he was stuck here waiting to die or get rescued. Rescue was unlikely, from what he could see outside his cell. There were much more guards around than last time, too numerous for the meager amounts of Partizans to mount a successful rescue. Probably not a good idea to think about how dire his situation was. But something about that Nazi scum’s words had piqued a wonder inside Janko. Why did he say that he might encounter the Japanese if he survived what the Nazis planned to do to him? Was it related to that strange dream involving spaceships and far away planets? Janko wondered if it had anything to do with the German’s recent successes in sending a man into space. They usually splashed down into the Pacific, where the Japanese Navy would pick them up and send them back to Germany. Was he going into space? Janko hadn’t really thought about that in his entire life, but getting off this cursed world could be a good thing. Well, at least getting off the areas controlled by the Nazis, surely, they can’t be worse than the Japanese, right? -o0o- It did not take long for the SS officer to return. This time, he returned with four German soldiers armed with modern standard assault rifles. Janko stood up, looking defiant as ever. “Let’s go.” The SS officer said. Janko exited the jail cell with the Germans and was marched towards one of the waiting trucks in a convoy outside. The soldiers and Janko entered the back of the truck while the SS officer entered the passenger side of the cabin. The convoy then began to leave the jail, navigating the city streets as the Zagreb residents began their morning commute. The journey didn’t take too long, only twenty minutes, but it was clear to Janko that they were heading to the airport. A jet could be heard making a low pass over the road as it landed nearby. The convoy entered the airport grounds through a secure checkpoint and stopped next to a large, four engine jet airliner painted in the Luftwaffe’s standard colors. Janko was forced out of the truck and marched into the aircraft. The inside was fairly spartan, with seats lined up two abreast. The plane was half full, mostly soldiers, but there were a few what seemed to be high ranking officers among the passengers. Janko couldn’t help but look around in amazement. He never been inside a passenger plane before and he certainly never even flew before. Shortly after being ordered to take a seat, the plane’s door was shut and the engines started up. The plane taxied across the apron for a few minutes before entering the runway. With a loud roar of the engines at full power, the aircraft thundered down the runway before lifting off to places unknown. -o0o- The flight turned out to be a long one as the plane headed nearly due east. There was one single meal delivered to all the passengers on board. To Janko’s expectation, his meal was noticeably worse than the others, but he ate without complaints. No use pushing his luck at he waited to see what the Germans were going to do to him. Around five hours after the plane left Zagreb, the plane touched down in a remote airfield located in a vast arid plain. From what Janko could discern from the mutterings of the various Germans on board, this place is known as Baykonur, located deep within the Asian heartland. After the plane was parked and shut down, Janko was escorted off the plane and into a waiting truck outside. This time, the truck was alone, as there was no danger of resistance movements causing trouble in this restricted area. Janko was loaded onto the truck along with his escort of German soldiers. The truck drove away from the airport and made the short trip down to the launch pad, where a rocket stood tall in the evening light. The Nazi flag painted on the rocket was wrapped around the middle as final preparations were made for launch into space. The truck stopped at the entrance of the launch pad, where a man dressed in a white lab coat awaited. “Welcome, Test Subject #5.” The man said. “You have been chosen to partake in our experimental rocket test. You have the privilege of being the first person from your part of the world to be blasted off into space. Of course, as one of the condemned, your safety is not our concern and whether you actually survive or not is up to mere chance. Of course, the only way you would survive this test is if the Japanese decide to rescue you and not kill you if your life pod suffers no malfunction and crashes into the Pacific Ocean as intended.” “Lucky me.” Janko muttered as he was escorted inside the launch pad. He knew it! The Nazis, after being satisfied with sending native Germans into space for propaganda purposes and to claim the role as the leading country in space exploration, were now sending up undesirables up to preserve the blood of the “Aryans”. The rocket scientist walked next to him as the group entered the lift towards the rocket’s life module. Once the lift stopped at the top level, the scientist exited the lift first, followed by Janko and his escorting guards. The scientist opened the life module’s hatch and pointed inside. “In you go. Strap yourself in or else you’ll get battered around on liftoff.” The scientist said. The guards shoved Janko towards the rocket. With a sigh, Janko climbed in awkwardly into the cramped life module and maneuvered himself into the upwards facing seat. He strapped in as the Germans closed and sealed the hatch behind him. The inside of the life module was nearly bare, except for a few small windows and a dashboard with nothing but a few gauges. Any sort of outside sound has been nearly deafened, leaving Janko in complete silence. As he looked outside to the flat, featureless plains of Kazakhstan, Janko felt much relief despite his coming fate. He’ll be off this fascist-controlled hunk of rock, even if he ended up dying. He felt sorry for feeling that he abandoned his comrades, but as he realized deep down, there wasn’t anything he could really do to free Yugoslavia from the German’s grip. Perhaps once this was over provided that he lived, he could live in a place somewhere in the Japanese-held territories and live in peace, with a new identity and such. Germans, he believed, were still highly respected in Japan and he could pass off as one thanks to more than a few stealth missions under his belt. Janko felt the rumble as the rocket was starting its lift off. He was still wearing his clothes from that night when he got captured, a jacket covering his red shirt and a pair of brown trousers. If his limited knowledge of physics was correct, he would probably pass out soon. The clothes on his back were definitely not a G-suit and wouldn't be any use in keeping him awake. The rocket climbed higher and higher with a loud roar, loud enough that Janko could hear through the noise-insulated life pod. The young Croatian fought determinedly to keep himself awake as the G-forces began to weigh down on him greatly. To his surprise, something within him surged, and the G-forces pressing on Janko seemed to lessen. And then, it stopped. The sky outside had transitioned from a blue sky colored with the bright warm colors of the sunset to a pitch-black void dotted with distant stars. Janko was finally in space! He stared outside in awe, but before he could undo his seat restraints to experience the weightlessness of space, he spotted a very strange light pattern outside. Something inside him prompted him to stay in his seat, alerting of a danger to himself. The rocket by then had shed some of its parts that assisted in lift off, but now it was beginning to shake violently. On the ground, chaos ensued as the German scientists below tried to figure out what’s going on. A strange anomaly had appeared and no one knew what it was. They couldn’t get the cameras on the rocket to focus properly, but what they did catch was a bunch of strange, swirly colors. Several of the scientists began to make calculations. They couldn’t believe it! Was that a wormhole swallowing the rocket? The shaking inside the rocket got worse as now the wormhole began to spin the life pod very quickly, causing Janko to experience a lot of positive G-forces. He tried to keep himself awake, but this time, his efforts were for nothing and the Partizan passed out. The Germans on the ground tried everything to save their rocket, but they failed and the wormhole swallowed everything to do with the rocket before disintegrating in a flash of light. The camera feed cut out, leaving only static. The scientists stopped everything they were doing and just… sat down. “****.” One of the scientists said. “That ended badly.” “I wonder what happened to the guy in the rocket?” Another scientist said curiously. “The Führer would be very interested to hear about this wormhole.” The lead scientist said. “Start drafting up your reports! I want them delivered to the government as soon as possible!” -o0o- After acquiring the Millennium Falcon officially, Ahsoka blasted off from Coruscant, on her way to the Outer Rim. She jumped into hyperspace, settling down for the long trip. The trip would take several days, which suited the former Jedi just fine as it allowed her to think. What would she do? There are a lot of things Ahsoka could do. Bounty hunting seems like a viable option, considering how good they probably get paid due to her constant run ins with them during her time as a Jedi. There’s also smuggling; the Falcon could certainly haul a lot of products around. There were lots of things she could do and she had a lot of time to decide her next move. Several days after leaving Coruscant, Ahsoka was just about to jump out of Corsin along the Hydian Way when she spotted a debris field out in the distance. The debris wasn’t blocking the hyperspace jump points, but Ahsoka could feel that there was a Force presence out there, still alive. “What is that?” She said to herself. “I better go see.” Ahsoka flew her ship closer to the debris field to investigate. Upon a closer look, the debris seemed to be from a very large missile. Ahsoka reached out with the Force to find which of the pieces contained the Force presence. Her senses pointed to one of the larger pieces of the missile, a conical-shaped pod that doesn’t look too different from an escape pod if it weren’t for the lack of thrusters. Using the Force to spin the pod around, Ahsoka noticed the windows and maneuvered the pod to look inside. There was a human man! He looked a bit older than she is, but younger than Anakin. What was he doing in there? Ahsoka wasn’t sure, the man was unconscious and sitting inside a cockpit without any sort of controls. How did he and his… ship? Missile? Well how did he get there? Whatever the reason is, the human needs a rescue; he’ll never be able to escape his situation without outside help. Ahsoka left the cockpit of the Falcon and headed to the front of the ship. She activated the ship’s tractor beam and reeled in that particular piece. The Falcon only had a forward airlock, so Ahsoka pressed the life pod against the outside door to the airlock. She put on a breath mask and took the spare before opening the inside of the forward airlock. Using the Force to hold the missile piece in place, the former Jedi took out her shoto and activated it before opening the outside door. Ahsoka quickly cut a hole into the pod, causing it to release its air supply into the airlock and start seeping into the vacuum outside, as the pod wasn’t entirely sealed against the airlock door. Squeezing her upper body into the life pod, which looked very primitive, Ahsoka cut off the seat restraints keeping the unconscious young man to his seat before pulling him out as quickly as she could. Once the man was fully inside the airlock, Ahsoka shut the outside door and released the pod into the void. Picking up the man with the Force, Ahsoka took him inside and placed him in the bunk next to the airlock. The man began to stir before waking up. He sat up and looked around, not believing what he is seeing. He then turned his eyes on Ahsoka before blinking many times rapidly in surprise. The newcomer began to speak to Ahsoka in a language she did not understand. “I don’t understand what you’re saying. Do you speak Basic?” Ahsoka said to the man slowly, unsure if he could understand her. The young man gave her a slight look of revulsion. “You speak German? Damn it, I had enough of Germans.” He said, switching languages. “Where am I? Am I dead?” “You’re not dead and we are currently in the outer reaches of the Corsin system.” Ahsoka answered. The man paused to think before looking at Ahsoka with confusion. “What is a Corsin system?” He asked. “And what are you? Those things on your head...are they some type of mutation?” Ahsoka narrowed her eyes at the unintended insult. “The Corsin system is a star system in the Expansion Region, and I’m not a human with a mutation, I am a Togruta.” Ahsoka answered. The man remained silent as he thought about his current situation. He then began to pinch himself a few times before he widened his eyes. “What the ****?” The man said finally. “This can’t be… There is life outside of Earth. A whole galaxy worth of people exists. Holy ****.” He turned to Ahsoka with a determined look. “It appears that I am the first human to make contact with a life form not from my planet. Ha! Kiss my ass, Nazi scum!” The man said. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Janko Šerić. I was a rebel fighter fighting against the tyranny of fascism on my planet before I was captured and blasted off into space. Never thought I would encounter a whole galaxy filled with life and even civilization. Thought my planet was the only one around with life.” “I am Ahsoka Tano.” Ahsoka replied. “I used to fight in the Clone Wars, the galactic war that’s going on now, but I was betrayed and now I left everything I knew behind.” “Oh, and by the way, humans are the most populous sapient species in the galaxy.” Ahsoka added offhandedly. “Just want to let you know.” “Wait, what?!” -o0o- Janko came to on a soft bed inside… somewhere. He wasn’t sure where he was, but he knew he wasn’t in the rocket’s life module. Did the Japanese rescue him? The Croatian looked around his surroundings. This didn’t seem like any sort of dwelling on Earth. The gravity also felt a little...off. His glance fell on a girl a few years younger than himself. This girl looked very strange. Her skin was red with white markings on her face and instead of having hair like normal girls have, she has… some sort of smooth blue and white tentacles draped on her chest. Was he in hell? Janko blinked many times to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. Nope. “Jesam li mrtav? Gdje sam?”7 He said in his native tongue. The strange girl looked confused and replied to him in German. What? Is he really alive or is hell mocking him? Of freaking course German would be spoken in an unfamiliar setting; it’s practically the default language at this point due to the Nazi directives that discouraged the usage of English. His further questions to the girl only served to confuse him more. This is most likely not hell and this girl was not a demon, but an alien. Janko didn’t know what the Nazis thought about aliens, but he figured that if they could genocide Jews and Slavs for being ‘Untermenschen’, then they probably won’t like aliens. If the Togruta was someone he should consider as an enemy, his instincts would’ve alerted him by now, but instead they urged him to trust her. Janko pinched himself, making sure this wasn’t a dream. To his delight, it wasn’t a dream and he decided to open up a little. “What the ****?” He spoke. “This can’t be… There is life outside of Earth. A whole galaxy worth of people exist. Holy ****.” Janko paused briefly, considering his next words before emerging smug. He briefly introduced himself, backhanding his former enemies in the process. The Togruta girl introduced herself as Ahsoka Tano. She was fighting in a war before she got betrayed and left everything she knew behind her. Before Janko could find the words to offer to the girl, she just had to mention the fact that humans exist outside of his planet and were actually the most common sapient species in the galaxy. Now that threw him for a loop. “Wait what!?” He said. “Yep. For thousands upon thousands of years, humans have lived in this galaxy and shaped its very history. Without them, everything would look much different.” Ahsoka replied. “This is one of the reasons why Coruscant, the most important and influential planet in the galaxy, is so prominent in the first place. It is widely believed that humans have evolved on Coruscant before they spread to other planets.” “Huh, how interesting.” Janko said. “As I know absolutely nothing about the galaxy, can you tell me what’s going on these days?” “Well, right now, the galaxy is experiencing its first major galactic war in a thousand years.” Ahsoka said. “The last few years saw the Republic and the Separatists fighting against each other for reasons I don’t exactly understand. I was only fourteen years old when the war began.” “I see.” Janko said. “So, what are these factions about?” “The Republic is the main galactic government of the galaxy. It is a democratic republic who is led by a Chancellor. The Chancellor right now is Palpatine, a politician from Naboo who managed to get his term limits change so he could still be in charge of the Republic when the war began.” Ahsoka answered. “Though nowadays, the Republic, especially the Senate, is full of nothing but greed and selfishness. Well, apart from a few bright spots like Padme Amidala of Naboo and Bail Organa of Alderaan.” Janko furrowed his eyebrows. Something’s not right. He was well versed with how Germany transformed from a weak democracy to the most powerful fascist dictatorship in the world. The Republic seems to be following a similar path, with the Chancellor possibly being a prime candidate to turning the Republic into some unholy amalgamation of fascism and advanced scientific technology that makes the latest Nazi technology look like children’s toys. Janko felt ill at the idea. “I see. What about the Separatists?” “A breakaway government controlled by some of the biggest banks and corporations in the galaxy.” Janko did not like hearing this at all. This entire war is giving him a bad feeling. The Second Weltkrieg was easy to understand; the Axis Powers wanted to take over the world and destroy the people they see as inferior while the Allied Powers wanted to put a stop to that. This Clone War was much more unclear. What were the Separatists fighting for? What was the Republic fighting for? “Ahsoka, from what you described to me about the Republic and the Clone Wars… something’s not right.” He said nervously. “I don’t claim to know a lot about democracy, due to my different views on politics and the fact that democracy hadn’t existed on my planet for twenty years, but that Chancellor of yours is up to no good.” “Tell me about it.” Ahsoka said bitterly. “He was all too quick to condemn me for a crime I didn’t commit. Thankfully, my former Master, Anakin Skywalker, saved me by bringing in the real culprit, someone I once thought as a friend.” “I know too well about betrayal.” Janko said. “Happened to me and my group a few times and we barely managed to survive. The absolute nerve of some people.” “Say, you have mentioned quite a bit about your planet having its own sort of problems. Could you enlighten me about it?” Ahsoka asked. Janko looked away as he sighed heavily. “My planet is currently under the control of some of the worst people I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.” Janko said. “A devastating world-scale war had plunged the planet into a horrific dictatorship that conducts mass genocide, slavery, and other brutal things to a certain group of people they find inferior. I am among the few who tried to fight the main authoritarian government and failed. So many of the people close to me were killed by them, including my mother.” Janko sighed again. “They intended to kill me too by using me as a test subject for the government’s fledgling space program. Now I’m here, alive, but stuck in a vastly unknown place where everyone speaks the language of my bitter enemies.” Janko continued. “One day, I’m going to find my home and free it from the grip of those murdering bastards. I will make them regret blasting me off into space rather than just killing me like they did to my mother and my dear comrades in arms.” “What about your own history?” Ahsoka replied. “My history? Surely it isn’t as interesting as you think?” Janko said. “Apart from some strange events that I can’t properly explain, I joined my local resistance group after my mother died and spent nearly all my life fighting the invaders who occupy our land. Anything unnecessary such as romance and leisure was set aside for the large part in favor of survival.” Ahsoka became very intrigued at Janko’s first phrase. “Strange events? What kind of events?” She asked. Janko looked contemplative as he began to think. “When I was little, I used to make objects fly. My mother was terrified that the Nazis would find out and conduct horrible experiments on me like they do to other people they consider to be inferior.” Janko explained. Ahsoka could help but shudder in revulsion. “Then, when I was fourteen, I was conducting a special mission for Tito, our resistance group’s leader, when I spotted a group of young peasant women getting nabbed by some German soldiers. I got angry and I wished all sorts of death and harm on the soldiers for what they were going to do to those women. Strangely enough, all the soldiers started to choke until they all died, allowing the peasant women to escape. It was weird, as I started to wonder if there was a God watching me and responding to my wishes. There were also times where I would run unnaturally fast or jump unnaturally high, so much so that my comrades began to think I was superhuman.” Ahsoka looked very surprised at this. This was a sign of Force-sensitivity. Many young children with Force-sensitivity would make objects fly and if his enemies were as bad as he told her, then he could’ve easily been tortured and experimented on for his powers. It was extremely lucky that he didn’t get captured for his powers. The other interesting tidbit was the incident when he was fourteen years old. Not knowing about the Force then, he lost control and allowed his powers to strike out against these “German” soldiers. That could’ve ended badly if those peasant women were anything less than grateful. Thankfully, there weren't any more major incidents with the Force from what Janko told her, but Ahsoka knew it was imperative for the young man to discover his power and learn how to control it. “Could it be?” She wondered aloud. “Janko, I think you might be Force-sensitive.” “What is Force-sensitive?” Janko asked, confused. “You can use the Force.” Ahsoka answered before she described what the Force was. Janko looked thoughtful; it made a lot of sense. “Let’s test your blood and see if you really are Force-sensitive.” Ahsoka replied. She led Janko to the ship’s infirmary and took out a blood sampler. Janko pricked his finger on the sampler, which allowed the sampler to analyze the drop of blood delivered. A few seconds later, the sampler dinged, indicating its completion of the scan. “What do you know, you are indeed Force-sensitive.” Ahsoka remarked. “You also need a bunch of vaccinations so you don’t catch an illness so we’ll be making a stop at a clinic to get your vaccinations.” Janko nodded. He followed Ahsoka to the Millennium Falcon’s cockpit, where she sat at the left side seat. Before Ahsoka could do anything, a chime began to ring, indicating an incoming transmission. Ahsoka answered the call, revealing the Mandalorian Bo-Katan Kryze, who was looking surprisingly fearful. “Ahsoka Tano, is that you?” She asked quickly, looking around as if someone was after her. “Bo-Katan? What do you want?” Ahsoka replied cautiously. She still didn’t trust the former member of Death Watch. “Maul is in a state of uncontrollable rage.” Bo-Katan started. “He’s been terrorizing Mandalore ever since his brother was murdered by a mysterious robed figure a few weeks back. For the sake of Mandalore’s safety, we need him removed.” “Ok, I’m on my way.” Ahsoka said before ending the transmission. Janko looked slightly concerned, unaware of how dangerous Maul actually was. Ahsoka meanwhile was very concerned about Maul. She never met him in person, but from what Master Kenobi had mentioned about him, he was very dangerous, having almost killed Obi-wan with his brother had Ventress not rescued him. This time, Maul doesn’t have the luxury of having his brother to help him, so perhaps fighting him wouldn’t be an issue. Striking up a partnership with the Mandalorians could prove to be very beneficial for the future, though Ahsoka wasn’t sure if they would welcome her warmly. Janko would, of course, have to stick to her for the time being, as he was very naive in regards to his knowledge of the galaxy. He also needs training with the Force and being slightly older than herself, the Jedi would certainly not take him in. Ahsoka wasn’t even sure if Janko should even go to the Jedi in the first place. Ahsoka decided that if anyone was going to help Mandalore, it was her, so she set the course to Mandalore and the Falcon jumped into hyperspace. TBC… Croatian Translations 1: Wait for my signal. 2: Now! 3: Scatter! 4: Good job, Janko. One more victory. 5: Thanks. Keep moving. 6: ****. 7: Am I dead? Where am I?