Thrusters moan as an armored hand
Instinctively moves the NAV-command.
Jason strains as g-forces build,
Scanning the track screen, suddenly filled
With growing pin pricks of colour and light,
Displaying warp points and the Dark Lord's flight.

Track computer vectors locked in place,
Gamma shield adjusted over his face,
Anticipating the battle surely to come,
Jason smiles, knowing he's already won.

Remembered words that Obi-wan taught,
The vengeance of Vader and what it brought,
Lies foremost in his mind as his tiny ship
Approaches jump speed for a starless trip
From the present space to one unknown
Through a realm of nothing, all alone.

The track screen blinked a reddish alarm,
The Dark Lord had jumped - momentarily from harm.
Vectors flashed in search mode scan
Locating the jump scar near Alderaan.

The instruments were now useless for what lay ahead.
In fleeting seconds, Jason pondered what Kenobi had said:
The Force surrounds you, you control it by will;
The force is within you; it is feelings - never still.

With only the jump scar as Vader's last trace,
Jason reached out with his mind to be guided through space.
The Force and his feelings sought after their foe
And found his presence and evil glow.

Jason moved quickly, coordinates punched, deflectors on,
Command to jump, a blur; then the stars were gone.
Hyperspace - where the real is only you.
The tiny ship plunged to its rendezvous.

Vader had emerged from the blackness, a shadow grey,
Not knowing that his doom was only moments away.
His sinister thoughts, twisted, laughed at Jason;
Pursuit through hyperspace had never been done.

These thoughts soon changed as a blue charge passed near,
The hiss through the breath mask was one of fear.
How, he asked, could it possibly be,
No one, not even a Jedi, could follow me.

Then he knew - the Force, it was strong;
Its master young, intent, fearless against wrong.

Jason arced his fighter for another run,
Letting his feelings aim and target the gun.
The Dark Lord must die, now, he knew;
The Force had been misused, for death and power too.

The intercept course was perfect, Vader's ship seemed to stand still;
Jason's fingers, the Force, tightened and fired...a chill.
Vader, his craft, the matter, formed an actinic glare;
What was moments before, was no longer there.

Jason sighed to relax, victory was good. And as before
The Force was quiet, undisturbed, at peace once more.
He settled back for the return to Tattooine.
A voice in his head spoke, its essence unseen;
"Wherever you go, whatever you become,
May the Force be with you and guide you, my son".



To my son on his 11th birthday...
Poetry copyright 1978-2000, Arthur Kent Williamson
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