Disclaimer: Do I look like George Lucas to you? I DON'T OWN STAR WARS! But God I wish I did...

Well ladies and gentlemen, once again I bring you a new fic. This one will be similar to New Blood, however it is being written based off of Jedi Alex Colbent's 'Out of the Blue' fanfic, in fact, it pretty much ties into the events of his fic.

So let's not waste any time, this is: 'Fighting for the Future'!

Prologue: The Hunt

Space, bordering Unknown Regions

Several thousand Parsecs from Rattatak

The unknown regions, the largest and most unexplored region in the entirety of the known galaxy to the Galactic Republic, home to potentially billions of planets that remain unexplored by many, because of the Hyperspace anomaly which prevented many ships from even entering the large expanse. However it is known that there are some gaps in this Anomaly, which allows some ships to even pass through.

Among such of these ships, was a Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft, colored dark green and brown, soared through space towards the Unknown Regions, leaving from the closest planet of Rattatak. Inside the cockpit of the vessel, a young boy who looked no older than 12 sat behind the controls, wearing a full set of steel grey and red trimmed Mandalorian Shock Trooper armor, with the helmet resting on the seat next to him.

Boba Fett, the Cloned son of Jango Fett, was once again out on a mission. However now he was going into space he wished he didn't need to go to, but had no choice if he wanted to find his latest bounty. He was glad that the computers of the Slave I had charted several ways into the Unknown Regions past the Hyperspace anomaly, otherwise he wouldn't be able to enter the region anyways.

The young bounty hunter has had a very rough few months. He had what could be the only, the only chance he had to avenge the death of his father, and kill Mace Windu. But everything went so wrong because of Aurra Sing. And to top it off, she crashed his ship, which took forever to repair.

After coming face-to-face with Mace, however, he was bailed out of Republic Prison by, surprisingly, none other than Kal Skirata, who said he was just owning up to one of the favors he owed his father. Since then, he has been taking on some minor jobs, even successfully getting the bounty on an Assassin. However he has been looking for a much larger sum of credits for a while, so he could finish up some repairs and upgrades he had in mind for the Slave I. However, as luck would have it, there was one such job which was offering practically two million credits.

Riyo Chuchi, the daughter of Valen Chuchi and the Senator for Pantora, had gone missing. Gone, Vanished, almost without a trace. Valen had offered a very large sum of credits for the safe return of his daughter. It seemed like a very straight-forward mission.

However... there was one catch.

He wasn't the only one who Valen hired to find Riyo.

"Are you sure we should start looking here?" A feminine voice asked, as Boba sighed as he turned to the woman who sat in one of the chairs behind the cockpit, a Kiffar woman who had long black hair tied into a long ponytail, and dark blue eyes, and looked about as old as he was. She was Sintas Vel, a fellow Bounty Hunter who Valen had hired to find his daughter. Though there was a... dispute about this, Boba and Sintas came to the agreement to split the reward, 50/50.

"Valen said the last reported area her ship was seen was around Rattatak," Boba said, continuing to fly the vessel. "He mentioned that he overheard his daughter, a few days before she left, mention something about the Unknown Regions, and finding allies for the Republic. It's the best, and probably only lead we have."

Sintas sighed at that, " 'Allies for the Republic' I swear that government is failing, and not just from attacks by the Separatists," she said, referring to the corruption plaguing the Senate.

Boba couldn't help but smirk at that. "Agreed," he said. "And the Jedi aren't exactly helping very much..." then he sighed. "Well, let's do this thing. plotting in the Hyperspace jump coordinates now... we should end up in the Unknown Regions momentarily-"

Just as he began to plug in the coordinates, suddenly a warning alarm went off, as the Hyperdrive began to power up. "What the heck is that?" Sintas asked, looking around while Boba cursed.

"Osik, the Hyperdrive is going nuts!" he shouted, as his fingers danced along the controls. "It's powering up, and I didn't finish the coordinates! We're going into hyperspace, brace!"

Sintas and Boba strapped themselves into their chairs, just as the stars seemed to elongate before their eyes, as the Slave I jumped into hyperspace.

Meanwhile, On Earth

October 10th 2010

Walking along a dirt path in a set of woods was a young man who looked to be 17 years old, with short dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a red T-shirt under a red jacket, hands in his pockets as he simply walked down the path, his eyes downcast, staring at the ground.

'Uhh... what to do today...' he thought to himself. 'I've done all of the school I had to do this week... just gotta sign in on the Elluminate sessions... I wonder is Dennis is as bored as I am?'

The boy, Jordan Tackett, known to his online friends as '117Jorn', was having a rather boring week. Aside from working with his friends Patriot-112, Dragonknightryu, and Takeshi Yamato on numerous fanfic's on Fanfiction dot net, there wasn't much else for him to do this week, except help his mother around the house when dealing with his nephew.

Jordan heard his Cell phone ring, and he picked it out and answered it "Y'ellow?" he said.

"Hey Jordan, what's up?" Said the voice of his friend, Dennis Diaz.

"Eh, not much really." Jordan said. "Just walking around the neighborhood... you?"

"Sitting at home, playing Halo." Dennis answered, with a sigh "Parents are out of town again."

Jordan nodded "Yeah, mine are out at the Publix," he said. "Bored out of my mind really... Patriot and Ryu weren't online today."

"Too bad," Dennis said. "Say, did you hear that news report about that meteor shower up in Connecticut?"

"Yeah, they mentioned something about it on the news," Jordan said. "Caused a bit of damage what I heard... a bunch of nutjobs said that they were aliens or something though."

Dennis chuckled a bit "Yeah, right," he said. "Anyways, I was wondering if-"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off, when Jordan heard the distant sound of engines. However they didn't sound like a car engine, or a plane engine for that matter. And it sounded like it was getting closer.

Jordan looked up, and his eyes widened as he saw a ship which looked strangely familiar, soar right over him, and headed deeper in the forest before it seemed to disappear from sight. Jordan blinked in shock. 'That... that... that looked like Slave I!' he thought, 'But... it...'

"Jordan? Jordan, you there?" Dennis asked. "What was that? Jordan?"

"Dennis, gonna have to call you back," Jordan said, as he hung up the Phone, and quickly rushed towards where he saw the ship.

Meanwhile

on the Slave I

After the mis-jump with the Hyperdrive, the Slave I and its two occupants found themselves approaching the unknown blue planet which seemed to be the cause of them suddenly dropping out of hyperspace because of its gravity well. Boba was glad it was a planet, and not something like a star or a black hole. However on the down side, he didn't have much time to adjust exactly where on this new planet to land, so he had to make do with the closest continent, near its southernmost region close to the equator of the planet.

After finding a small forest area which had a large enough clearing for the Firespray-31-class Patrol and Attack craft to land safely, as the vessel landed with a gentle 'THUMP'.

Sintas gave a sigh as she relaxed, "Well, safe and sound on the ground," the Kiffar said, "Now, where the hell are we?"

Boba unstrapped himself, before he grabbed his helmet and walked toward the boarding ramp.

"Best way to find out is to look around," he said. "The Slave I's sensors didn't pick up any large space stations or starships in orbit, just a bunch of satellites. This might be an early space flight civilization we're dealing with here."

"You mean this could be their first contact?" Sintas asked, as Boba shrugged.

"Only one way to find out," he said, as they gathered their gear, before the boarding hatch of the Slave I opened, and they stepped outside.

A short distance away, lying on his stomach, Jordan watched wide-eyed as two figures stepped out of Slave I, one wearing unmistakable Mandalorian Shock-Trooper armor, while the other was a woman who Jordan also recognised.

"Boba Fett and Sintas Vel..." he muttered silently. "Holy Shit...but... this can't..."

"Well, it seems nice enough," Sintas said, glancing around the area. "Breathable atmosphere, seems a bit chilly though... "

"We're in the Northern Hemisphere of the planet, Sintas. Of course it's cold," Boba said as he too glanced all around. "The first thing we should do is find civilization. And hope they don't kill us first and ask questions later,"

"I think I saw some buildings we flew over that way," The Kiffar bounty hunter said, pointing in a direction south. "We might as well start over there."

Boba was about to respond, before he began to look at the area surrounding them, with slightly narrowed eyes before he brought down his visor attachment on his helmet, and scanned the area.

"What is it?" Sintas asked.

"We're not alone," Boba said as he began to move toward a spot on the edge of the clearing.

Jordan's eyes widened as Boba began to move in his direction. 'Shit, shit shit SHIT! What do I do?' he panicked. 'Do I run?... who am I kidding, no one can outrun Boba-freaking-Fett, not even when he was a kid! AH FRACK I'm screwed!' He then blinked 'Alright, calm down Jordan... this has to be a dream... I mean, come on, Star Wars being real? Granted that would be awesome, but there's no way... right?.'

Boba then stopped when he was just a few yards away from where he was hiding under a bush "Alright, come out where I can see you!" he said, his hands fingering his WESTAR-34 blaster pistols, but not fully drawing them out. "Don't make me force you out."

Jordan took a deep breath 'Alright... here goes... everything.' he thought, before he spoke "Alright, alright! I'm coming out, but I'm unarmed." He then stood up, his hands up showing he had no weapons at all. Boba looked at the individual, seeing it was a Human, at least thankful there was a species that could understand them.

"Why were you spying on us?" Boba asked, still glaring at the man before him with narrowed eyes behind his visor.

Jordan was doing what he could to not go crazy that he was speaking to Boba Fett. "Well, its not everyday a freaking alien spaceship lands around where you live, isn't there?" Jordan said, managing to force out a light chuckle.

Sintas sighed as she walked up next to Boba. "Calm down, Boba, he's obviously not going to hurt us." she said, before she turned back to Jordan. "Excuse me, sir, but do you know anything about the Galactic Republic?"

"Uhh... y-yeah, sorta." Jordan said, being careful about what he says. "Though we're not really in contact with them... what's going on right now with the Republic, anyhow?"

Sintas sighed "The Clone Wars," she said. "The CIS is invading the Republic, and the GAR is trying to fight them off. Not too long ago, the Trade Federation blockade of Pantora ended..."

'The episode that aired last week...' Jordan thought, before he nodded. "I... I see," he said, glancing at the two. "So... why are you here?"

"Hyperdrive trouble," Sintas answered. "We dropped out when we came into your planet's gravity well, me and Boba are bounty hunters, we were following a lead for our current target..." she then paused for a moment before she brought out a small Holo projector, and showed the holographic image of Riyo Chuchi. "Does this woman seem familiar by any chance? She's the Senator for Pantora, she's gone missing and her Father has hired us to find her and bring her home."

Jordan looked at the photo, although he did know who it was, he didn't know if she would be on Earth. "Sorry, I haven't seen her around here," he said. "I think someone would have noticed a blue skinned woman by now."

Sintas sighed before she put it away. "Thanks anyways, sir," she said, and Jordan shook his head. "Your welcome, but if I do see her, you two will be the first to know... by the way, I don't think I got your names...?"

The Kiffar smiled. "My name is Sintas Vel, and this is Boba Fett," she said, gesturing to Boba who simply nodded before he finally removed his helmet.

"Nice to meet you Sintas, Boba," Jordan said, "Jordan Tackett at your service... so, what do you plan on doing now?"

"Fix my ship, for one," Boba said with a shrug. "It's gonna take me awhile to repair some of the damage, though... a week, tops."

Jordan nodded, before suddenly an idea struck him. 'It's risky... ah hell with it.' he thought before he spoke. "Ya know... you two could stay with me and my family," he offered, causing the two to blink. "At least until your ships finished and all..."

It was Sintas who spoke next. "Are you sure about that? We don't want to impose."

Jordan gave a wave of his before saying, "Don't worry, I'll tell them you're friends from out of town. Although, I think it's best to hide your ship. I would bet that the Military or the Federal Agencies might have picked it up."

"I doubt it," Boba said confidently. "The Slave I's got a stealth feature I installed, I doubt your military even noticed it... though on the safe side, you do have a point. I've got some camo tarp I could use to cover it up, I could use some help setting it up, though..."

Later

Jordan's House

After properly camouflaging Slave I, Jordan lead Boba and Sintas through his neighborhood, being careful to avoid being seen by any passing cars. Worst case, he can just tell them they're wearing Star Wars costumes.

Thankfully, they managed to get home without anyone noticing them, as they finally reached his house. A simple two story house. There were no cars in the driveway, so Jordan was thankful neither of his parents were home, still at Publix. "Well, here we are," Jordan said, as he opened the front door, and they entered the house and into the living room. "Home sweet home, this is the living room, kitchen is over there with the dining room, and upstairs is the guest room and my room next to the loft."

The two bounty hunters looked around the house and had to admit, the place was nice.

"Thanks," Sintas said. "Still, a nice house you have."

"Eh, its alright," Jordan said with a shrug. "I personally liked our old house from Ohio-it was a bit smaller, but at least it had a huge back yard."

"Does anyone else live here?" Boba asked as they moved to the living room.

"Just me, my mom and my dad." Jordan answered, "Though my brother, sister-in-law, and Nephew usually stop by here, I usually help my parents babysit him when their at work."

Sintas nodded, before suddenly a thought crossed her mind. "Hey... Jordan, something is confusing me." she said, and Jordan nodded for her to continue. "You obviously are familiar with the Galactic Republic... but earlier you said it's not every day for Alien Spaceships to lands where you live. It's obvious your people hasn't exactly grown much space-wise... so how do you know about the Republic?"

Jordan mentally cursed when she found the hole in what he said earlier. 'Crap... well they were gonna find out sooner or later if they lived here,' he thought, before he sighed. "Well... geez, how do I put this..." he muttered. "Well... its easier to explain this if I show you something, come with me."

Jordan then began to head upstairs, as Boba and Sintas followed, the later of whom was getting a bit nervous, getting a bad feeling about this. They soon approached Jordan's room, and he opened the door allowing them inside. His room was pretty simple, white-walled, has a dresser, a bed, a desk and a book case filled with books.

However, looking around the room, the eyes of both Boba and Sintas widened at what else was in the room. On top of the desk were several figurines which resembled people from their galaxy, such as Obi-wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Yoda, even Mace Windu and Jango Fett (In fact, there was a small diorama where Mace Windu was on the ground, lightsaber out of his grasp, while Jango held a blaster to his head).

In the book case, there were many books, most of which neither of the bounty hunters recognized, however a handful of the books held images of Republic Commandos, and Troopers, as well as figures with Lightsabers, and a few books holding the distinct image of individuals in Mandalorian Shock-Trooper armor.

And topping it all off, on the opposite side of the room, placed on the wall, was a large poster which had the image of two men in Mandalorian Shock Trooper armor, one wearing the steel grey and blue armor Boba's father Jango wore, with the other wearing a dark green and red trimmed set of armor, akin to what Boba wore right now, both of them standing side by side holding their blasters forward as if aiming towards them, and the Mandalorian Mythosaur skull printed right behind them in red.

"What. The...?" Boba said, only for Jordan to speak.

"I know what you're thinking: total Twilight Zone here," he said and moved toward his computer on his desk in the room. Turning it on, as he reached over and pulled out several cases with the words 'Star Wars' on them, one of which, had the title 'Attack of the Clones', and had the image of Jango's father on the cover, causing Boba to look at it with wide eyes.

"There's no real easy way to say this," Jordan said as he sat down, "so, I'll be blunt... I, and many, many more people like me know about the Galactic Republic, Separatists, Mandalorians, Jedi, and Sith. However, we don't know it like you do... for us... they all exist in a science fiction franchise called 'Star Wars', created by George Lucas. Something that doesn't exist... or at least, didn't exist until now, apparently."

Boba took the DVD case and looked at the cover, and looked at all the other Star Wars memorabilia, including the ones with Mandalorians, especially the ones which showed his Father.

"It's... it's all... fake?" He asked, disbelievingly. "My dad... everything?"

"It used to be," Jordan said, causing the two to blink as they stared at him again, as he shrugged. "Hey, you two are standing right in front of me! I think it's safe to say the Star Wars universe isn't as 'fake' or 'Fictional' as George Lucas thought." Jordan then chuckled a bit. "I mean... wow... out of all of the people I could meet, I meet you two, Boba Fett and Sintas Vel!"

Sintas and Boba both blinked at that. "Wait... I'm famous here?" Sintas asked. "And so is Boba?"

Jordan barked a laugh. "That is the understatement of the century," he said. "Sintas Vel, the Kiffar Bounty Hunter, and Boba Fett, the son of Jango Fett, and Mandalorian Bounty Hunter. You and your Father are practically worshipped by thousands of fans who enjoy seeing you, your father, and any Mandalorian in general kicking ass, myself included." He gestured to the Diorama of Jango coup de Gracing Mace. "If I had to choose between being a Jedi or a Mandalorian, I'd pick Mandalorian with a heart beat."

Boba's eyes widen at that before he chuckled a bit, then started laughing.

"Oh this is rich! I could only imagine Ordo's face when he sees this. It will kill him!" he said, while holding his gut.

Jordan held up his index finger and wagged it in a 'tsk tsk' fashion.

"Hang on, now. Don't count Ordo and the rest of Clan Skirata out, yet," he said, causing Boba to blink before Jordan went to the bookcase, and picked out several books. "They all are pretty famous as well, the Null ARC's, Omega and Delta Squad. They have all of these books practically dedicated to them, Republic Commando Hard Contact, Triple Zero, True Colors, and Order 66. Not to mention Delta Squad has their own video game dedicated to them, as well. Hell, even your father got his own game." He reached under in his desk, and pulled out two more cases, one titled 'Star Wars: Bounty Hunter' which had Jango's picture on it, while another was titled 'Star Wars: Republic Commando' and had the pictures of Delta Squad on it.

"Wow..." Boba said, almost speechless about what to say.

"You sure do seem to like Mandalorians," Sintas said, before she paused. "Wait, does all this mean you know what happens in our futures?"

Jordan shrugged. "Well, for the most part," he said. "The series is constantly growing, with the Clone Wars series still going strong on Cartoon Network and all of that... but most of the series focuses on the movies. Episode I: The Phantom Menace, Episode II: Attack of the Clones, Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, Episode IV: A New Hope, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back, and finally Episode VI, Return of the Jedi. The first three movies takes place before and during the Clone Wars, while the latter three takes place 19 years after the wars."

Boba's eyes squinted at the name of the last movie.

"'Return of the Jedi'?" he said. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Jordan looked a bit hesitant at that, before he sighed. "Well... for now, let's just say the war doesn't end very well for either the Jedi or the Separatists," he said. "The abridged version is this: The Republic gets reorganized into the Galactic Empire, the Separatist leaders are executed, and the Jedi are hunted down by the Empire and the troops they once lead during the war."

Boba and Sintas' eyes widen at that.

"I thought the Clones were suppose to be loyal to the Republic," Sintas said. "Why would they turn on their own Commanders?"

Jordan sighed at that. "Because the clones, unlike Boba here, are genetically programmed to follow any order, without question," he said. "And that includes orders from the running Supreme Chancellor. The GAR is loyal to the Republic and the Chancellor, not the Jedi. So when the Chancellor issued out Order 66..."

"Order 66..." Boba muttered. "That's... one of the 150 Contingency orders, right? I remember my dad talk about it once with Kal and Walon... I can't remember what it was about though."

Jordan was about to answer, however that was when they all heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway of the house. "And that will probably be my parents coming home," he said, before there was a much louder sound of what sounded like a larger car. "...and my brother is here too, so Kelsey and Todd are probably with him..." he then sighed. "Well, at least I can get this all over with at once. Geez this is going to be hard to explain..."

"Is there any place we could hide?" Boba asked urgently.

"Well, you could stay in here," Jordan said, "But it will only be a matter of time before they find you two..." he then groaned. "For Sintas, it shouldn't be hard to pass her off as just anyone... but you, Boba..." he gestured to his armor. "No offense, but to my parents you'd just look like you're in a Boba Fett costume, which would be... odd, even considering its almost Halloween... and I am a terrible liar when it comes to my parents."

"Can't we just tell the truth?" Sintas said, shrugging. "They would be bound to find out about where we're from eventually."

Jordan sighed. "Ya got a point..." he said, before the doorbell rang. "You two stay in here for now, I'll call you when I get them all ready."

The two bounty hunters nodded, and Jordan left the room to talk to his parents. His mind was thinking a mile a minute about what their reaction would be.

'Shit, I'm really gonna get a mouth full for this,' he thought. 'I hope they believe me though... worst case I'll have to show them Slave I...'

Reaching the front door after walking down the stairs, he forced out a smile as he opened the door. Outside were four people, the first was a woman who looked in her early 50's standing half and inch shorter than Jordan, and had long curly dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Next was a man who appeared in his mid 50's, and stood two inches taller than Jordan, and had short brown hair and brown eyes. Standing behind them were two more people, the first was a man who looked a year or two older than Jordan, with shaggy dark brown hair under a Kentucky WIldcats hat, and brown eyes. Next to him was a woman who was just as old, and had long brown hair tied into a low ponytail and brown eyes. They were each carrying arm-fulls of Grocery bags, while the last woman was carrying a stroller which had a sleeping infant inside.

"Hey mom, dad." Jordan said, as he stepped aside to let them in, and relieving them of some of their bags. "Matt, Kelsey."

"Hey," Matthew, his older brother, said once they walked inside, leading to the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Uhh, nothing much." Jordan said, "Just... the usual stuff, and all."

"Are you alright Jordan?" Their father, Phil Tackett asked, seeing that Jordan seemed a bit tense. "You look tense."

"Its uhh... nothing," Jordan said. "Just uh... while I went out on that walk, I sorta of... met a few people... but uh..."

Gina, his mother, looked at Jordan suspiciously. "Who?" she asked. "Who did you meet?"

Jordan sighed. "Well... you're not going to believe me if I told you... so I'm gonna have to show you," he said, causing the others to blink before he looked up towards the loft. "Hey, Boba! Sintas! come on down."

The family all blinked at that, until the sounds of footsteps caught their attention, and a moment later, Boba and Sintas appeared.

"Guys... this is Boba Fett and Sintas Vel," Jordan said with a sigh. "Boba, Sintas, this is my family."

The two said their greetings, as Jordan's family just stared at them, or more specifically, at Boba, being the most noticeable with his armor.

"Boba Fett?" Phil asked with a raised eyebrow. "Isn't he the man in the armor from Star Wars?"

Matthew sighed. "Jordan, I don't know how much you are paying these people," he said. "But this is a poor attempt for a prank."

"This isn't a prank," Boba said, sighing as he picked out one of his WESTAR's, and looked around the room, until he saw the backyard door window. He raised his blaster, and fired a single shot, which caused everyone to duck in shock as the red blaster bold shattered the glass, and continued on forward until it couldn't be seen anymore.

"Jesus Boba, you could've warned me you'd do that!" Jordan shouted.

Boba shrugged. "Hey, it got the point across," he said, gesturing to the others who looked at Boba in a mix of fear, and shock.

"W-w-wha...?" Kelsey Tackett, Matthew's wife and Jordan's sister-in-law muttered as she looked at Boba. "H-How..."

Jordan sighed. "Well, Kels," he began, "it appears that the galaxy George Lucas thought was far, far away isn't as far away as we thought."

30 Minutes Later

For the next 30 minutes, after the initial shock (and after bringing the groceries in), the family, plus Boba and Sintas sat down, as the two bounty hunters told them their story, mostly about how and why they arrived at Earth. Needless to say, the entire family was becoming more shocked the more they spoke.

"Well, holy shit," Matt said. "So it's all real?"

Jordan gave a sigh at that. "Believe me Matt, I was shocked too. Not to mention seeing Slave I fly over my head when I was talking to Dennis," he said. "But one thing's for sure, this could be either a good thing or a bad thing for us."

Kelsey blinked as she held Todd, "What do you mean?"

"Well, on one side, Boba and Sintas' presence here could draw attention that we don't want," Jordan said. "And I'm not just talking FBI or CIA getting on us, but if Boba and Sintas could come here, there is a chance, however small it may be, that the Separatists may find Earth somehow, since Boba said the Clone Wars are still going strong. If they conquer earth, not only would that be bad, but they will gain access to every last piece of Star Wars infomation on Earth, and if Sidious finds out what we know, he will perceive us as threats and probably would kill every last individual who so much as watched the original trilogy just to keep his secrets, and use our information for his own damn purposes."

The expressions on his family's quickly switched to fear as Jordan continued. "However... on the flip side, we have the information now, and the Separatists don't know about our existence yet," he continued, as he began to grin a bit. "So we are literally in a position where we can change the entire galaxy! We could save millions, if not billions of lives with what we know! Order 66, The Death Star, Alderaan, and so much more we could change!"

The family looked at Jordan with funny looks.

"Uhh, Jordan, how are we, a small family, gonna save billions of lives in the span of two wars, twenty years apart?" Phil asked, clearly thinking his son had lost it.

Jordan went into a thinker pose at that, "Hmm, you're right, how can the five of us, Todd excluded, change so much," he said, and closed for a few seconds before they snapped back open, and he grinned. "We get help, and I know just who might be able to help us."

The family looked at Jordan once again in confusion. "Who?" Gina asked, as Jordan grinned.

"I get my friends online to help us out, of course," He said, "Patriot-112, Dragonknightryu, Takeshi Yamato... hell, Dennis might be able to help out. They all know Star Wars just as much, if not more, than I do. And..." he then turned to Boba and Sintas. "Boba, is there any way you could contact Clan Skirata, or anyone you could trust with what we know?"

Boba thought hard about that. Truthfully, he didn't want to see Ordo again after that incident with the refresher, but, they're some of the few people he could trust.

"I could try to get in contact with them, along with Walon and Rav Bralor," he said. "And if possible...no, no, forget him..."

Jordan and the others raised a brow at that.

"What is it, Bo?" Sintas asked.

"N-Nothing..." the Mandalorian said. "Just forget it."

"Boba," Jordan said, "we need all the help we can get, who did you have in mind?"

Boba glanced at Jordan, before he sighed. "Hondo Ohnaka," he said. "He's... he's a Weequay pirate, he leads his own band of pirates, called the Ohnaka Gang. He and my dad used to be good friends, he and his group repaired Slave I when Aurra Sing crashed it, and gave it back to me when Kal got me out of Republic prison after I tried to kill Mace Windu."

"Yeah, I remember him from the Clone Wars series," Jordan said, nodding his head as he thought about it. "For a pirate, he at least has a vague sense of honor... though getting him to work for us will be tricky... American dollars and credit wouldn't mean much to him, just like Republic Credits."

Boba sighed at that. "Which is why I said forget about it," he said, but then thought of something. "Does your planet have a military?"

Jordan blinked. "We have hundreds of militaries," he said. "To be more specific, our planet isn't exactly united like the other Star Systems. Too many religions, countries and so on. The United States has what's considered the largest and best equipped and trained military, then there's the British, Canadian, German, French, Chinese, Russians, and hundreds of small and large militaries."

Boba and Sintas blinked at that. "I see. And what type of weapons do you use?"

Jordan rubbed the back of his head at that, "Well, the type of weapons we use are what you and everyone else in the galaxy calls: slugthrowers. But unlike the slugthrowers from your side of the Galaxy, ours are more reliable and are easily maintainable, not to mention advanced in their own right. We have guns that can function even in the harshest conditions like the AK-47, we've even got guns that have bullets that are self-guiding and turn. Laser-guided bombs, UAV's... not to mention the world has enough ICBM's and other Nuclear Weaponry to bring armageddon five times over on the planet. Nuke's are something we've got an abundance of, unfortunately or fortunately."

Boba and Sintas were speechless at that.

"Wow, your planet is definitely a world to be reckoned with," the Kiffar said, clearly not wanting to get on these Earthlings' bad side.

Jordan nodded at that. "Yup," he said, but then frowned. "Of course there is a major problem with our government right now, unemployment is going over the roof with a rating of 7.7%, we're in debt to China by trillions of dollars, and our current president isn't exactly doing much to help."

"And it's not helping that we're at war with Terrorists from the Taliban in the Middle East," Matthew said, shaking his head. "They hate almost everything about the modern world, and consider Americans Infidels."

Boba's eyes narrowed at that. "Sounds like they're real fundamental religious fanatics," he said, and the whole family nodded.

"You have no idea," Phil said. "And there has been recent tensions in a country called Korea. The country is split in two with a communist government in the North, and a democratic government in the South... and let's just say the North Korean's aren't the brightest people on the planet, but they've got friends in high places like China, who are becoming a new world Superpower."

"Yeah, but most of our attention is focused on the Middle East," Jordan said. "It's been the center of attention ever since the Cold War with the Soviet Union ended nearly 20 years ago, even before then it had a lot of attention."

"What's so important about the Middle East?" Sintas asked curiously.

"Oil," Jordan said simply. "Oil, Fossil Fuels, Petroleum Products... aside from Nuclear power, our world is practically run by Oil, and the Middle East just so happens to be among the largest supplier of Petroleum to the United States and the world. Though there are some alternative fuel sources in the works... nothing seems to be able to fill the void Petroleum provides. The fuel is among one of the reasons why America is still in Iraq and Afghanistan... the other being so we can find and kill Osama Bin-Laden."

The two Bounty Hunters blinked at that.

"Who's he?" Boba said.

Matt sighed at that. "He's the leader of Al Qaeda, one of the most extreme of the Fundamental Islamic Terrorist groups alongside the Taliban," he said. "He and his group are the ones who started the war, and are responsible for the worst terrorist attacks in the Modern World."

Jordan told Boba and Sintas to wait for a moment as he went up stairs, a few moments passed before he came back downstairs with his laptop, which he quickly hooked up into the large TV in the living room before turning both on, going online, and pulling up a CNN Video of two large towers, one of which had a large burning hole in it.

"About ten years ago, a Boeing 767 civilian airliner crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center," Jordan explained. "At first, the news thought it was an accident, that something went wrong on the plane... but then..." he fast forwarded the video, and resumed playing just as another aircraft slammed into the second tower, causing another massive explosion. "... a second plane crashed into the next tower of the World Trade Center. Making it very clear that the attack was intentional."

Boba and Sintas' eyes widen at that as they continued to watch the news. It then switched to another scene where another building was seen on fire.

"The Trade Center wasn't the only target, though," Jordan said. "The third target was the Pentagon, the Main Headquarters of the U.S. Armed Forces. Of course the only damage was a part of the Outer Ring, and another one crashed in Pennsylvania when the passengers tried to retake the plane. By the end of the day, nearly 3,000 people died in the attacks combined. A few months later, Osama Bin-Laden released an Al-Qaeda video declaring themselves responsible for the attacks."

Sintas couldn't the extreme that these people were willing to go, just because they didn't like change.

"I know a few terrorist organizations back in Known Space, but I've never seen anything as extreme as this," she said, as she watched as the screen switched back as thousands of men, who she can tell were either firemen and police heading into the burning buildings.

Jordan nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Al Qaeda simply thinks Americans are all Infidels, and Bin-Laden is just making it worse." The screen then showed the image of a man with a long greyish bear, speaking to the camera. "That's Osama himself, since the 9/11 attacks the United States has declared a man-hunt on the bastard, we've been searching the whole Middle East for him, from Iraq to Afghanistan. We've since then taken down the dictatorship in Iraq run by Saddam Hussein, and removed the Taliban from power in Afghanistan... but the war is still going on, and we have yet to gain any clues as to where the bastard himself is hiding."

Suddenly, an idea hit Jordan's mind as he grinned a bit. "...and," he continued. "He just so happens to have a 25 Million Dollar Bounty on his head from the FBI. "

Boba and Sintas perked at that.

"25 million?" Boba asked, and Jordan nodded.

"Yep, enough to buy you a big house, or a small armoury of weapons," he said, "There's also bounties on some of his top lieutenants as well," he then pressed a few commands into his laptop, as a Wikipedia page titled "FBI Most Wanted Terrorists" was pulled up.

"Hassan Izz-Al-Din, Five Million dollars, Ali Atwa, Five Million Dollars... the list goes on." he said, pulling up the images of several figures. "Most of them are believed to still be in the Middle East, Lebanon, Iran, even Pakistan. The person... or persons who brought them down or turned them in would probably be set for the rest of their lives."

Boba and Sintas both looked at the large bounties, the gears in their minds running a mile a minute. They both knew they were going to be stuck on the planet for a while now, so obviously they were going to need some local money if they were going to last here. And Earth's bounties seemed very, VERY large indeed, the bounty on Osama Bin-Laden's head would be more than enough to keep them going.

Of course, first they would need to find out where to find Osama, and his Lieutenants. Of course that shouldn't be too much of a problem.

"Well," Sintas said as she smiled a bit, "at least it's not going to be boring while we stay here..." she then turned to Jordan's family. "You don't mind if we stay here though, right? We could stay in Slave I..."

Gina smiled and shook her head. "Not at all," she said. "We've got plenty of room here, one of you can use Matthew's old room, and we've got an Air Mattress and a few sleeping bags as well."

Boba nodded at that, "Thank you," he said, "We'll repay you any way we can,"

"Don't worry about it," Phil said, waving his hand. "Stay here as long as you have to, I have a feeling you two will make things interesting around here."

Jordan smiled "Well, that's one problem taken care of," he said, before he blinked. "Ah Crap, forgot to call Dennis back! Be back in a sec..." He then got back up as he turned and left to find a phone.

"I wonder how the rest of the world is gonna react when they find out Star Wars is real?," Kelsey said, while her husband chuckled.

"I know one thing, George Lucas is probably gonna die from shock," he said, "Unless he somehow already knows about this, which I doubt. But for now, it's best if we keep this whole thing between just us... and Dennis, since Jordan's probably gonna tell him, they are best friends after all."

The whole family nodded as they waited for Jordan to come back, which wasn't long as he walked down the stairs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Dennis, slow down! I can't understand you when you speak Spanish so fast!" he said into the phone. "English my friend, English."

"I'm Sorry, but I was worried about you, buddy!" Dennis said. "I just heard a weird sound and then you just hung up on me! What happened?"

Jordan sighed. "Well..." he began, looking at Boba and Sintas. "It's a long story, Dennis..."

117Jorn: And there you have it! The first chapter of 'Fighting for the Future' is finished! Special thanks to my fellow Co-authors Takeshi Yamato and Patriot-112, as well as Jedi Alex Colbent for allowing me to be a part of his new series to be connected with his 'Out of the Blue' fic. If you haven't read it already yet, I suggest you do so, as this fic ties into the events of his book (plus it's a great read!) So until Next time, may the force be with you!