238036032-Star-Wars-A-New-Dawn-by-John-Jackson-Miller

6 John Jackson Miller
And then, finally, he dared hope he would become a Jedi Master like
Obi- Wan— accepted while still young as one of the wise sages of the
Order. Then he’d really do some great feats. He’d lead the valiant battle
against the Sith, the legendary evil counterpart to the Jedi.
Of course, the Sith hadn’t been seen in a thousand years, and he
knew of no shadow of their return. But in his ambitions Caleb was no
different from the younglings around him, whatever the gender, whatever
the species. The adolescent imagination knew no bounds.
The sandy- haired Jedi Master touched the panel again. “It’s just in
test mode now,” Obi- Wan said. “No one will respond. But were there a
true emergency, Jedi could receive the message in several ways.” He
glanced down at his listeners. “There is the basic alert signal. And then
there are other components, in which you might find more detailed text
and holographic messages. No matter the format, the basic purpose
should be clear— ”
“Go home!” the collected students shouted.
Obi- Wan nodded. Then he saw a hand being raised. “The student in
the back,” he said, fishing for a name. “Caleb Dume, right?”
“Yes, Master.”
Obi- Wan smiled. “I’m learning, too.” The students giggled. “You
have a question, Caleb?”
“Yes.” The boy took a breath. “Where?”
“Where what?”
The other pupils laughed again, a little louder this time.
“Where’s home? Where do we go?”
Obi- Wan smiled. “To Coruscant, of course. Here, to the Jedi Temple.
The recall is exactly what it sounds like.”
The teacher started to turn back to the beacon when he spotted
Caleb Dume jabbing his hand in the air again. Caleb wasn’t one to sit in
front for every lesson— no one respected a teacher’s pet— but shyness
had never been one of his afflictions.
“Yes, Caleb?”
“Why—” The boy’s voice cracked, to mild chuckles from his com-