Life is a journey, a path on itself...

Teaching was a part of my life as the first year went by. I was 22 when I graduated from the Academy and stayed on there. My birthday of 23, Selona (third months in the Universe) went over silently. To birthday celebration wasn’t much done among the Imperials, except of a high standing officer. But I was not one, yet. The Imperial Week contained five days; the Imperial Year knew ten months, three festival weeks and the loose days for special occasions. It came from the ancient timelines of the Galactic Republic and for reasons that had never changed. The counting of the years was another matter. For that the Great Resynchronization counted still in, at least inside the Empire, now the Year of 109. But the rest of the Universe recognized the Galactic Year. It was always a switch when I visited a planet outside the Empire.
Among the properties I inherited after my fathers death was more than only the freighter I flew in. Military graded it had good shielding and powerful sublight engines and hyperdrive. But inside the vessel were all things my father had owned, not more. In one of the storage closets was a box with all sorts of datacards, stuff assembled by his own parents concerning the founding of the former Jedi Academy. The New Jedi Order was now renamed to something else, but what I had no idea. The datacards held the history throughout for thousands of years, the founding, and the names of all Jedi even existed, the data upon the known galaxy and all systems in it. But then a few cards contained also stuff upon his own grandfather. In there I found as much secret and fascinating codes and knowledge as in all the data about the galaxy and the republic itself. My freighter was a flying library. Why my father had all taken with him I knew not and I would never know now.
My friends Nittu and Nick I didn’t see much after accepting my position as teacher. The inheritance of my father hadn’t been much, but enough to pay the college fees and live comfortable from. The bank accounts of him had been situated safely upon a secure planet, unknown in the Republic. I knew where it was located, as I had visited when I reached the age of eighteen, but kept that knowledge from anyone. Through another account at Corulag I had paid that way the college fees. Now that account was silent. I had an active one on Bastion itself. The Imperial Academy paid me there my salary on. It wasn’t very much, the same as all trainers had in my position as line captain, a rank above the lieutenants. But except what my rank gave me, I discovered some niceties under the name of Skywalker and beyond it. Relying on the Force I found the slits into the tough security system of the Imperials. Deep in every system was still the access of the highest leveled persons. Most of them were history, like the old Emperor. I found out an old forgotten account number and I had a really hard search to find out to which it belonged. The numbers of the account were weird, as it looked to me first some code. I came across the planet of Vjun and decided to pay that a visit.

Vjun was located in the Outerrim of the galaxy, the Auril Sector. The planet was an acid desert, despite inhabitable, but not many people lived there. The Vong had never been here. Outside a protected city I found also the ruins of an old castle and until inside I had no idea to whom it had belonged once. The castle was ripped of everything. Only in one hall lay the remains of a familiar statue. Useless were also the consoles where once ancient computers had been. Many years had passed by and the fact that ever a dark lord had lived here was still visible. I could even sense it. In the old quarters of my great-grandfather were no indications of old memories, or anything of any worth. I left the planet as I came.

My travel brought me back to Coruscant, where the former Galactic Capital Bank had been lodged long ago. I visited the Temple of the Jedi in secret, sneaking myself in to keep myself from accessing the Force and having switched off the transponder Friend/Foe. I could fly around invisible with my freighter. I landed in the lower sections of the temple, where the levels were not yet abandoned, but deserted anyway. There I docked my freighter and went out for a search. Coruscant was a centuries old planet, completely inhabited. Here in the lower sections were traces visible of the destruction of a century back. I walked between all the rubble, passing destroyed statues and decayed furniture. There in an old security center I found a working terminal, where I allowed myself accessing the Temple network. It was not hard at all with the access card of my father. There were many interesting files what I came across. But there was more. First the Jedi Order was now led by a granddaughter of a niece of my father. She carried the family name of Zanor. I was unfamiliar with it. Not really any family was she of me, a very distant relative in the fourth grade. That held no longer a name. There was also a core of leading members, their names were either unfamiliar to me. Here in the lower levels I felt fine, found more interesting rooms, displayed on the monitors in the security room. The old recordings worked still, everything was digital anyhow, digital data didn’t really decay. The air was old, but not poor of oxygen. I could breath easy here. The lightning worked also, only some lamps had given it up and hadn’t been replaced for new ones. No droids were around here. It was deserted.
In the databanks I downloaded a lot of information from onto a datapad with a large memory. Two hours later I left the security center and went on reconnaissance in the nearby rooms and through the hallways. To leave this level for a higher one was not difficult at all. The turbolift worked, but I left it for it was. I took instead the staircase next to it. And so I came to level D-232. Trails of destructive practice were visible here. I shook my head at the half sliced droids around, done by a lightsaber. The droids were old type assassins, but as deadly as my own VCK-37’s were. I grimaced by this discovery. What I did to train off my anger, had been practiced by others, possible a relative of me, or a former Jedi. There was no letter around what indicated who had battled these droids once. They were only evidences that deadly practices had been held here. I left the rooms. Hidden in my cloak I moved around, looking like any other ordinary Jedi.

It took me the stairs to five levels higher before I came into the inhabited areas. In the sections here was traditional the training chambers and the massive old library. Sneaking in was another matter, and an exciting one. Jedi weren’t easily deceived, the Force told a lot to them. I kept myself hidden and out of sight, knowing they would like it at all that it was possible to sneak into their protected and safe temple, what was very cherished by them. I discovered a terminal in an empty cabinet and entered the temple system once again. Here I found many data, and including all everything upon my family history and the founder of the Empire. My great-grandfather had owned more palaces, including one here on Coruscant. A few accounts were known, but were his real fortunes had been hidden, was still a secret. Sitting comfortable back into a soft chair I thought about it, trying that to connect to the odd account number in code form. But comparing all the data I had with the weird account I found it was really a wedding date, only given in the counting according the Old Republic. The year of 4135 was not longer really recognized as a date. Three years later beyond it started the Imperial Calendar. Behind a computer of the Jedi I broke through a lot of codes and switched the account to my own name. From there it was easy. The account held a hidden, never spent or collected value. It was old inheritance of long ago, wiped from everyone’s memories. But I did more there, creating a new card what allowed me access to many ports and computers. I didn’t want to be bound to civilians ID cards. I grinned, knowing what possibilities my enhanced ID card and the secret account gave me. It gave me an unlimited power and nobody knew. I closed down the terminal and left the cabinet apart from the library. Sneaking my way back was almost impossible, because a Jedi-master was around with little children wandering around in all corners.

There was little left for me to walk on normally. The kids paid except some curiosity no attention to me, but the Jedi-master was something else. I could feel distantly that he tried to out who I was, but I kept from falling back upon my strength. But very wise it wasn’t either, because he came toward me and I had to face him answering his questions. It was a test upon my patience to stay calm. I was not fond of interrogations. But it was that worse as I thought, he nudged his head in greeting and I bowed lightly back. Then I walked on, no questions asked yet. The master had to look after the little children and his attention was somewhere else now. And there were other mature Jedi here in the library, as I saw around me. I left the library through the main entrance and came into a deserted round hall on this level. High pillars rose up far above me, the distance to the ceiling and the next floor was not easy to estimate. A few corridors came toward here, but also a few other rooms where the doors were closed too. One door led toward the laboratory of the temple. And one wall had a lot of lifts buried in it. I took one who would take me down to D-231. It was a short and fast drop. The lift went back right away. I ran through the rubble around back toward my freighter and boarded it. Safely there I powered up the engines, engaged the weapons to active status, the shields and the cloaking system. So I left the old docking bay through a door that opened smoothly.