"When Universes Collide--REVELATIONS: A Star Wars Fan Fiction"

iverses Collide--REVELATIONS: A Star Wars Fan Fiction";

  Weeks have passed since Jacob Millstine was approached by Darth Harest, as she tried to recruit him to the Dark Side of the Force. Jedi Salvitor stopped her, via a Lightsaber duel. Jacob had commenced his Jedi training under Salvitor.

  Jedi Salvitor imparts the history of how and why the Orders of the Jedi and the Sith are on Earth. Indeed, Jacob would learn how much of an impact both Orders have had on planet Earth!

 

  CHICAGO, Just Outside of Downtown; an old train-way...

  It had been two weeks since Jacob Millstine's personal world was invaded by the two alien, social orders known as the Jedi and the Sith. But far more importantly, not just his personal world but planet Earth, itself, had already been invaded! Even though Jacob's new-found teacher in the Jedi arts, Salvitor, had been imparting the history of both Force-societies, Jacob was still not sure where this, 'The Galaxy,' was!

  Jacob did take an astronomy course in high school, so he remembered that, officially, the Andromeda Galaxy was the closest galaxy to the Milky Way system. Jacob assumed that's where both Orders had originated from. But during one of the days that Jacob spent showing Jedi Salvitor around the city of Chicago, they stopped at an observatory and discussed where both Societies came from. When they looked at a high-tech, three-dimensional map of the Milky Way and the fifty-three other galaxies that were nearby--in astronomical terms, Jacob noticed that the Jedi pointed to a splotch of a galaxy that was much farther out from where Andromeda was! Yet, it was one of the other fifty-three galaxies within the Milky Way's own Local Group. A mystery, indeed, how a strain of Homo sapiens sapiens could come from an entirely different galaxy that was so far away, and, yet, have the exact same species-traits as the sapiens on planet Earth. At least, as far as Jacob could tell. Indeed, perhaps Earthen sapiens were the ones who were a variation of Salvitor's ancestors...?

  As for Jacob, he was continuing his early stages of training in the Jedi arts! For the past two weeks he and Salvitor had been using the old railway for his practice. The run-down, almost-monumental structures a few miles from downtown Chicago were perfect for Jacob to swing around Salvitor's laser-sword outside without being seen by others. Since that public duel that Jedi Salvitor had with Darth Harest, the young female Sith who tried to recruit Jacob to the Sith side a couple of weeks ago, there were a myriad of newscast of the saber-fight! Those by-standers who were recording the duel that night with their smartphones had outed the Jedi and the Sith, and now major television broadcasters and other media venues had reports on that battle. Therefore, making Jedi Salvitor a fugitive of the city of Chicago, just as Darth Harest was.

  Jacob was beginning to see why both Jedi and Sith always wore a hoodie of some kind...

  After the long train finally passed by the old, small train stop, Jacob resumed wielding Salvitor's laser-sword as he ignited the slender, light-blue energy-sword with a sudden snapping sound; the unmistakable hum emanating from the light-blade.

  Much the same way that Darth Harest had done to Jacob when they first met, Jedi Salvitor was using his Force-powers to aggressively hurl objects at Jacob. From pebbles to large appliances that seemed to no longer function in the small trainport. Jacob was already at the point of using his Force-push to throw back many of these objects either toward the Jedi, or simply slap them away with the invisible wave of the Force, while maneuvering his sword and body around to face the next obstacle. From time to time, he would also miss and would get pelted to the concrete. Sometimes Salvitor would laugh. But usually he was patient with the budding Jedi.

  "And remember," Jedi Salvitor lightly put to Jacob as he closed down the Force-sword, "we call it a Lightsaber."

  Jacob had been training for a couple of hours or so, and it was time to take a break. He handed the ornate hilt to his teacher, anterior end downward, should the blade accidentally ignite! One of the many etiquettes Jacob was, yet, learning.

  "Traditions are important in the ways of the Jedi," Salvitor finished as he clamped the hilt to a hidden hook on his belt and took a seat next to Jacob on an old, stone bench that was cracked all over.

  The middle-aged man was over six-feet tall and had shoulder-length hair and a beard full enough to fill his face, yet was not so long. Salvitor wore one of his light-colored schemes again--beige and white. The cowl to his hoodie was always down when it was only Jacob in his presence. Whom had now taken up the practice of wearing clothing that was light in the palette. Jacob had even let a week's worth of a beard began to grow on his youthful face and was letting his hair grow out..when his family asked about his change in physical apperance upon one of his family visits, Jacob vaguely told them that he had joined a "church" that was more traditional and that he would be wearing more light-colored clothing as a result of that. His mother, brother, and sister did not pursue it much further than that. Though, Jacob knew at some point he would have to expound a bit more to his family not only the changes in his life, but the seemingly super-powers he always had since probably birth. But that would be much later down the road.

  "So, when do I get to meet more of the Jedi," Jacob asked Salvitor after a long silence of both of them sitting on the bench.

  "Well, Jacob, it'll depend on the others' schedule, frankly. As I said to you earlier, we're all working on recruiting latent-Forcers throughout your planet! Compared to some of the planets in our Galaxy, Earth would be considered medium-sized--as far as the dominate species of Humans is concerned. Sometimes we Jedi will go months without even seeing one another! So..."

  Salvitor shrugged. Jacob got the point. Still tired from his long practice, Jacob wanted to take advantage of the quiet time.

  "You know, Jedi Salvitor, going to that observatory and finally getting an idea of where you--the Jedi, and the Sith came from, it got me thinking about some big picture stuff."

  Salvitor chuckled. It was the informal way that Jacob, and indeed, the greater American culutre that he lived in, talked.

  "Oh, yeah? What kind of stuff?"

  Jacob looked at the older man with a rebuking, yet playful, face. "Don't even try to talk like us. It doesn't fit you; trust me..." He shrugged. "I mean stuff like, you must have some hell of a technology for your Order to fly over to Earth from that Galaxy of yours! What do you have; FTL-tech?" The Jedi looked upon Jacob with a questioning face. "Faster Than Light technology."

  Salvitor flinched with understanding. "Ahh...yes, or pretty similar to it. I have to admit to you, Jacob, just because I'm a Jedi that does not mean I know or understand everything. My understanding is our Hyperdrive technology is a bit faster than the speed of light. But not by much."

  "So how long did it take you and the rest of your Order to get to Earth?"

  Again, Salvitor chuckled. "Jacob, the Jedi and Sith technologies are very advanced--especially when compared to Earthen-technology. But we're not that fast...remember our discussion back at the planetarium? That it would take light over two-million years just to reach your Andromeda system from Earth? Well, I showed you where our Galaxy is in relation to Earth; remember?"

  Jacob nodded. His turn to chuckle. "Yeah...far, far away from Earth, that's for sure!"

  "Indeed! In the order of tens of millions of years for light to reach our Galaxy from Earth! So, my Order had to use what we call our Super-Dreadnaught class starships."

  "Wow, they're so fast th
at it cuts the time down to reach distant galaxies," Jacob asked with enthusiasm.

  "Well, partially. But even then, it still would take light millions of years to reach Earth from my Galaxy..." Jedi Salvitor shifted on the old bench; now using his hands to illustrate a bit more. "They are generational-ships, Jacob."

  Salvitor thought he would have to explain the concept to the young Earthen, but Jacob's face indicated that he knew exactly what the Supre-Dreadnaughts were. Indeed, Salvitor could see that Jacob was doing the math in his head--his eyes darting off to another place while his mouth whispered the figures in his head.

  "...so...that would mean..." Jacob looked at Jedi Salvitor with the most incredulous, almost-frightened, look he'd ever seen the young man give. "That's impossible! No ship can last millions of years; I don't care how advanced a society is!"

  The Jedi shrugged. "I don't know what else to tell you, my friend. It is the truth...remember, you are used to dealing with the Force as one person. Now, there are likely a few million on this planet with a high-level of Force-sensitivity. But in my Galaxy, for reasons that I admit I do not understand, those midi-chlorians I told you about before; they seem to be