Prologue

"Footballhead, what's taking them so long?"

"I don't know, Helga. I'm not able to transit a messag-"

"Arnold! I think you might want to look at this!"

Arnold's best friend, Gerald Johassen hollered over his shoulder in urgency.

"the formation of the new Galatic Empire!"

The holonet blared off. The young jedi padawans knew this wasn't good. Far from good, actually.

Where were they going to go now? All Jedi were now enemies of the republic, the Empire in the Chancellor's words.

"Criminy! What are we going to do?" Helga said in apprehension.

"There's got to be a way. Gerald, run down to the station and try to relay a message." Arnold ordered firmly.

"Just face it Arnoldo, we are DOOMED." Helga threw her arms in defeat.

"Helga, we can't give up. We won't give up. Come on!"

Arnold started to grab her by the hand leading her across the threshold.

Oh my brave, brave beloved footballhead! Helga sighed internally.

Helga spotted something in the corner of her eye.

"Arnold! We have to move!"

Arnold and Helga jumped out, dodging fire from one of the nearby Stormtroopers.

Arnold and Helga glanced at each other. Held each other hands, and ran as fast as they could.

"Lord Sidious, we're tracking them."

"Good." Darth Sidious cackled through the hologram.

"Send Lord Vader to clean this...mess."

"Very well, My Lord."

The Hologram flickered off.