Jacken Skywalker gazed with a certain degree of uncertainty at the blast door. In his left hand was a yellow lightsaber forged by him when he was twelve. In his right was a newly assembled sky blue lightsaber. Behind the door were Imperial Agents who were slicing through the door leading to the main hanger of his Master’s ship, ‘The Defender.’ A few second’s crept like eternity but eventually the door was knocked down. Jacken charged through it, lightsaber in hand, lashing out at those who wished him and his master harm. — — — Satele smiled at the sight of her apprentice, “that fast?” “Jacken?”