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Fiction,
General,
Science-Fiction,
Fantasy,
Action & Adventure,
Juvenile Fiction,
Fantasy & Magic,
Space Opera,
Life on other planets,
Interstellar Travel,
Leia; Princess (Fictitious character),
Skywalker; Luke (Fictitious character),
Solo; Han (Fictitious character)
around his neck. Then he squinted and looked Luke in the eye. "Do you always ask strangers so many questions?"
Ken brushed the leaves and thorns off his clothes and stepped out from behind the branches. Chip, whose feet were tangled in a vine, struggled to get free of the twisted plant.
"Here, let me help," Luke offered.
FWOOP!
With one quick stroke of his lightsaber, Luke cut the vine between Chip’s feet, setting the droid free. Then Luke returned the lightsaber to his belt.
"Thank you," Chip said. "That’s much better. But just in case you were wondering, I was about to get untangled all by myself."
"And now we’d appreciate it if you’d tell us your names," Ken said.
Baji spoke first:
"Baji is my name
From the planet Moltok I came."
"And I’m Commander Skywalker," Luke volunteered, "Jedi Knight and Alliance pilot, from Tatooine."
Ken’s mouth fell open in shock, his sparkling blue eyes gleaming with wonder.
He dropped down on one knee and bowed his head, as if he were a serf who expected to be knighted by a great king. "Commander Luke Skywalker," he said, "I can’t believe it. I thought it was you, but I said to myself no, it couldn’t be. This is the greatest honor of my life!"
"You’ve heard of me, then?" Luke said.
"Heard of you! I’ve studied you! I know almost everything you’ve ever done!"
Luke smiled and put his hands on his hips. "Really now? I don’t think even I remember everything I’ve ever done."
"Yoda was your Jedi Master!" Ken said. "And before you met Yoda, you learned about the Force from Obi-Wan Kenobi! And you saved your sister, Princess Leia, from Darth Vader, who was really your own father, who turned to the Dark Side when-"
Now it was Luke’s mouth that fell open in shock. Who was this boy?
"This is highly irregular," Chip interrupted. "Why just this morning, HC was correcting Ken’s homework, and Ken seemed to know almost nothing about you, Commander Skywalker. He thought you were the pilot of the Millennium Falcon, instead of Han Solo. But now that he’s run away from our underground home, he suddenly thinks he knows everything and doesn’t need his droid teachers anymore."
"Why have you run away from home?" Luke asked.
"You’d run away from home, too, if your only friends were droids."
Puzzled, Luke knitted his brows and put a hand on Ken’s shoulder. "The home that you ran away from, Ken-is it an underground city that was built long ago by Jedi Knights?"
But before Ken could answer, they heard a crunching noise in the forest. It was the sound of approaching footsteps.
Baji stepped back cautiously as Luke reached for his lightsaber again. Suddenly a very large and powerful-looking droid pushed aside some branches and walked toward them.
The droid’s body was white, and his radiant red eyes shone like rubies. His strong, dignified metal face even had a metal beard.
"Dee-Jay!" Ken exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" He was so surprised, he accidently dropped his computer notebook to the ground.
"You have a great deal of explaining to do, young man!" Dee-Jay scolded. "The rules were made to protect you, to keep you safe until you are old enough."
The towering, white droid then turned to Chip. "And you, Chip," Dee-Jay continued. "You’ve broken my trust."
"I did my best to talk him out of coming Topworld," Chip explained timidly. "But he’s a disobedient boy, with a head as hard as stone. He never takes orders, you know."
"I’d be happy to take orders from Commander Skywalker," Ken said. He glanced at the last of the Jedi Knights. "Commander Skywalker, I want to sign up with the Alliance. Will you take me with you? I want to fly in starfighters, and fight the Empire, and-"
Before Ken could say anything more, and before Luke could reply, Dee-Jay raised his hands, releasing a foggy white smoke from his fingertips.
FWISHSHSHSH!
The smoke spread instantly, creating a thick, blinding mist.
Luke coughed as he breathed the white smoke and fanned the
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