A Long time ago in a galaxy far far away…..

The Rebel alliance has achieved an important victory at the Battle of Yavin, successfully destroying the most powerful weapon the galaxy has ever seen. The Death Star. Battle by battle, the tyrannical Galactic Empire is beginning to crack under attacks from the plucky Rebellion.

However, new rumours are beginning to spread of weapon far more powerful than the Death Star that is being developed outside of the Galaxy. The Empire will stop at nothing to obtain this weapon and bring order to the galaxy.

Chapter 1

Darth Vader sat in his meditation chamber. Sith meditation was nothing like Jedi meditation. Jedi meditation was peaceful and allowed oneself to clear their minds of all bad things. Sith meditation was different. Sith meditation was a constant swirl of dark thoughts. All of Vader's worst memories came flying back to him. Voices. Lots of voices and horrifying images associated with them.

"I wasn't strong enough to save you."

"A powerful Sith you will become!"

"I'm sorry master, but I'm not coming back."

"I won't leave you! Not this time!"

"You're breaking my heart!"

"Henceforth you shall be known as Darth Vader!"

"You were my brother Anakin!"


Kenobi. He is still out there. His apprentice to. Both of them in fact. Not just Skywalker. There was another. The chamber began to open and the burnt, scarred face of Anakin Skywalker was covered by the menacing black mask of Darth Vader. He promised himself that he would find this weapon and kill Luke Skywalker and Obi Wan's other apprentice.

"Lord Vader," came the slurred deep voice of his master.

"Yes master," replied Vader's electronic voice.

"The gateway has been discovered. We are moving the fleet to the unknown regions. Soon the Omnitrix will be ours."

Seventeen year old, Ben Tennyson, rode his bike home dressed in sweat draped Soccer attire. After he started using the Omnitrix again and rose to fame, soccer was the only thing he had left to remind him of his old life. Thankfully the press hadn't found out he played. He could only imagine TV cameras showing up at his games. Almost every time he moved now someone knew about it. As he rode home he passed the place where his normal life ended. Lot 4 at the caravan park. He remembered rushing to the Rustbucket after his soccer game to show his Grandfather his MVP medal only to find the van empty and then was attacked by a DNAlien. He was about to ride on but he decided to stop and see if his Grandfather was home. It felt like ages since he had payed the Rustbucket a visit. He rode up to the old, beaten-up van and knocked on the door.

"Grandpa Max?" He called.

No response. The whole situation was giving him an unnerving sense of Deja-Vu. Much like he had done two years ago, he picked up the rock by the door and tipped the spare key out. He opened the door and stepped up into the dim interior of the old van. This freakily familiar situation was really starting to scare him. He wondered if the Holo-viewer was still there. He flicked the switches on the dashboard of the rustbucket and the cylindrical compartment popped out of the wall. It was still there. He picked it up and it turned on with the same message he had seen on that day.

"Hello, Ben. I left this recording where I knew only you would find it. I'm in a bit of a situation, but it's nothing I can't handle - certainly nothing for you to worry about. There's renewed alien activity on Earth. I'm investigating. Oh, don't worry about the Omnitrix, either. I have it, and it's completely safe. They'll never get their hands on it. Say hello to your cousin Gwen for me. Love you. Max out."

Ben chuckled quietly to himself. He was glad that that whole situation had turned out okay.

But then something unexpected happened. A new message popped up. A bearded man dressed in beige robes stood with a disheartened look on his face.

"This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.
I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place.
This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi: Trust in the Force.
Do not return to the Temple.
That time has passed, and our future is uncertain.
We will each be challenged our trust, our faith, our friendships.
But we must persevere, and in time, a new hope will emerge.
May the Force be with you always."

The message disappeared. What was a Jedi and who was Obi-Wan Kenobi. He'd have to ask Grandpa Max. He turned around and to his astonishment the man in question was standing before him.

"Grandpa Max? What are you doing here?"

For a moment he was silent but then replied with a short and concise statement.

"It is time."