"If home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked." - Pete Wentz, scrawled in the margins of his copy of Collected Wisdom of the Jedi Masters

It felt like barely any time had gone by at all since the Horseshoe Crab left Truwel, but somehow, they were already approaching Chadhillit. Mikey had spent most of the flight sleeping, listening to music, and reading Pete's copy of Collected Wisdom of the Jedi Masters. Sometimes, he got to hang out with Pete, but his short, eyeliner-clad friend spent most of his time with Patrick, whining to him about nothing and everything all at once. He still didn't quite understand what was going on between them, but he was sure that this was better than being a third wheel to Frank and Gerard for the whole flight. He couldn't even imagine what Ray must be going through.

Mikey looked out the window, and in the distance, he saw Chadhillit. It was a huge, bright blue planet, orbited by dozens of rocky moons. Sometimes, he saw flashes of orange and yellow on the planet's surface, and he wondered what was going on. Maybe they were volcanoes or storms, or maybe his eyes were deceiving him. He looked to his crewmates, curious as to what they thought of this strange, alien planet.

"We've got to get a closer look," Joe said.

"What if Frank's right?" Patrick said. "What if it's not safe?"

"I'm sure it's fine," Joe said. "We just need to figure out where to land."

Joe steered the Y-wing closer to Chadhillit, but as he drew closer, the crew only became more worried. The yellow flashes weren't volcanoes or storms at all: they were bombs going off, and they were everywhere. There were starfighters constantly going back and forth between the planet and its moons, firing on each other, bombing every city in the system. There was a war going on, between Chadhillit and its moons, and there was no end in sight.

Worst of all, there were Imperial ships here too. Frank had mentioned that the Chadhillit system had been a part of the Republic, so it only made sense that it was part of the Empire now, but Mikey was still shocked to see TIE fighters and Star Destroyers orbiting the planet, keeping their distance but making their presence known. The four of them couldn't have picked a worse planet to go to. There was no way they would be safe here.

"Okay, you guys are right," Joe said. "We should go somewhere else."

"I can't believe Frank grew up here," Pete said. "That must have been rough."

"What's the next closest planet?" Joe said.

"Rugosa, I think," Patrick said.

"Maybe we should go there," Joe said.

"I don't know," Pete said. "Maybe we shouldn't randomly fly around the galaxy. Maybe we should pick a hiding place and stick with it."

"I don't want to go too far from Truwel though," Joe said. "We can't help the Rebellion if we're on the other side of the galaxy."

"Let's face it," Pete said. "Truwel's a lost cause. We need to find somewhere that's safe for us."

"Truwel's not a lost cause!" Joe exclaimed. "We can still take it back!"

"The Empire's already taken over."

"We've beaten them before. We can beat them again."

"Can you two please stop arguing?" Patrick said. "We need to figure out where we're going."

"Maybe we could meet Gerard, Frank, and Ray on Kriselist?" Mikey suggested.

"That could work," Joe said, and Pete and Patrick agreed. Joe took control of the ship, and he started setting the coordinates for Kriselist. However, when Mikey looked out the window, he spotted a strange-looking ship heading straight for the Horseshoe Crab. "I have a bad feeling about this," he said.

"What?" Pete said as he ran over to the window. "What is it?" As soon as he saw the ship, he knew exactly what was going on. "That's Brendon's ship," he said.

"Holy smokes," Patrick said. "I thought we defeated him back on Devaron."

"Who's Brendon?" Joe asked.

Pete sighed. "He's...an old friend of mine, but he fell to the dark side," he said.

"That's awful, Pete," Mikey said.

"Yeah, it is," Pete said sadly. "The dark side's not bad, Mikey, but too much of it can destroy you. That's what happened to Brendon. The dark side consumed him, and now he's just a shell of his former self."

Mikey shuddered as he thought of what could happen to him, what could happen to his friends if he turned to the dark side. As he thought of the darkness building within him, the death and destruction that would follow, he suddenly understood why Patrick feared the dark side so much. It was far easier to completely reject the dark side of the Force than it was to make peace with it, to find balance between light and dark. He still wasn't sure what path he would take as a Force user, but he was sure that he never wanted to turn out like Brendon or Darth Vader. He would never let the dark side destroy who he was on the inside.

"Anyways, we should get out of here before this Brendon guy realizes we're here," Joe said as he steered the Horseshoe Crab away from Chadhillit.

The ship sped off, but it was too late. Just as they were about to leave the system, Mikey noticed the glow of a red lightsaber. "Hey guys, I think there might be..."

All of a sudden, Brendon appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in black, and he was spinning his bright red, double-bladed lightsaber. Joe looked baffled, wondering how Brendon could have possibly gotten into the Y-wing. As if he was reading his mind, Brendon smirked and said, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"

Pete rolled his eyes, but Brendon swung his lightsaber toward him. He leapt out of the way, but already, Brendon already had the advantage. He attacked Pete over and over again, and although Pete tried his best to defend himself, it wasn't enough. His ham-fisted parries couldn't block Brendon's elegant, graceful strikes.

This time, Patrick didn't hesitate to get involved. As soon as he saw that Pete was struggling, he ignited his lightsaber and rushed into the fight. He caught Brendon by surprise with an overhead attack, but his opponent quickly fought back. However, Brendon was now outnumbered. He spun his lightsaber wildly, hoping to eliminate either Pete or Patrick, but it didn't work. There were jabs and thrusts coming at him from every direction. He was on the defensive now. He was losing the fight.

All of a sudden, Brendon noticed Joe and Mikey standing off to the side, hoping not to get involved. He lunged toward them, even as Patrick did everything he could to stop him. As he swung his lightsaber toward Joe, Mikey took a deep breath and used the Force to push him into a wall.

"Ow!" Brendon shouted as he stumbled back onto his feet. "You didn't tell me that guy was a Jedi too!"

"Yeah, we really need to get him a lightsaber one of these days," Pete said to Patrick.

"Focus, Pete," Patrick said.

As Brendon got up, both Jedi launched into action, ready to attack or to defend. Meanwhile, Joe and Mikey snuck into the lower part of the ship to grab blasters. As they ran downstairs, they heard lightsabers clashing relentlessly. Mikey looked nervous, but Joe was confident, ready to face the Inquisitor. He grabbed a blaster from off the rack and handed one to Mikey, and once they were both ready, they ran back upstairs.

When Joe and Mikey entered the main area of the ship, Pete and Patrick were still fighting off Brendon. Patrick carefully defended against Brendon's attacks, and as his lightsaber sliced through the air, heading toward the Inquisitor, Mikey picked up his blaster and fired. Brendon angled his double-bladed lightsaber to block the blaster bolt, but as Mikey and Joe kept on firing, and Pete and Patrick kept on striking, Brendon was soon backed into a corner, helpless.

"Come on, Brendon," Pete said.

"The Fourth Brother," Brendon corrected.

"Whatever," Pete said. "I know you don't really want to hurt us."

"You don't understand, Pete," Brendon said. "You don't understand just how powerful the dark side can be. It's a hell of a feeling."

"The light side's powerful too."

"It's weak!" Brendon exclaimed. "Just like you!"

Pete sighed. "Brendon, I know there's still some good in you. I know you still feel the light side calling you. If you want, you can join us..."

"Never!" Brendon shouted.

All of a sudden, Brendon dropped his lightsaber on the floor, and in his palms, there was a faint blue glow. The electricity became stronger and stronger, and soon, it began to crackle.

As Brendon unleashed his Force lightning on the four rebels, Patrick knew what he had to do. He stepped in front of Pete, Mikey, and Joe, and he carefully positioned his lightsaber in front of him, allowing his weapon to absorb most of Brendon's lightning. He had to sacrifice himself if they wanted to hold the Inquisitor back.

At first, Patrick's strategy seemed to work. His lightsaber deflected the lightning, keeping the others safe. However, it didn't last long. Soon, Patrick was too exhausted to keep fighting, and he collapsed on the floor, screaming in agony. Brendon took the opportunity to attack Joe, Pete, and Mikey, and within seconds, he'd knocked all four of them unconscious. As Mikey's vision went black, pain pounding through his body, he called upon the Force, but there was no use. Nothing could save them now.

A few hours later, when Mikey opened his eyes again, he saw that Brendon was gone, but something felt off. Every part of his body still ached as he got up off the ground and looked around the ship. His crewmates were also starting to wake up: Joe tightened his grip on his blaster, just in case the Inquisitorius was still here, and Pete immediately glanced around the ship, afraid that something awful had happened.

Suddenly, Pete started to cry.

"What is it?" Mikey asked as he rushed over to his friend.

"It's Patrick," Pete said. "Patrick's gone."