Across The Stars
Summary: AU. Anakin Skywalker had worked hard to free himself from slavery, taking his mother with him, they settle on Naboo, where Shmi becomes a teacher and Anakin is part of the Engineers. But the Chosen One will always be a Jedi, no matter what his path in life. Behold the rise the Order of Revan and the destruction of the Sith.
The Order of Revan
The stunningly handsome young man made his way briskly towards the Theed hanger. He had a busy day repairing all the royal starships, performing maintenance and other things of that nature.
For Anakin Skywalker, even his ordinary days were exciting.
He busied himself, fixing the wiring of an N-1 Starfighter, he was an excellent pilot and mechanic and enjoyed his freedom as a citizen of Naboo.
He'd learned to read and write, he'd become well educated thanks to Theed's excellent university.
He'd finished his day's work when he heard the plaintive cry of distress coming from an astromech droid.
The blue domed fellow appeared to be stuck.
"What's wrong fella?" Anakin asked. He moved to examine the droid. Apparently, the motivator blew.
He removed his multi-tool from his belt and opened the R2 unit's control panel, he began fixing the motivator, using moving meditation to listen to the droid's circuits.
Within seconds, the droid was repaired completely.
"Thank you so much!" a voice exclaimed behind him.
Anakin turned in surprise to see Senator Amidala herself standing in front of him. He was merely her ship's mechanic; he wasn't part of her security force or even her personal pilot.
Anakin was far too surprised and bewildered by her sudden appearance to think of anything particularly witty to say.
"Ah—you're welcome Milady," he bowed respectfully.
"Please accept these credits for your trouble—"
"Anakin Skywalker," he introduced himself, wiping his hands quickly and taking hers in his.
"I assume you know who I am," she smiled. She was used to people recognizing her face; it was part of being a politician.
"Of course Senator Amidala," Anakin smiled at her.
Padmé found his smile to be charming and warm, something that didn't usually happen among her colleagues.
"The Engineers?" she inquired, gesturing to his uniform.
"Yes," he smiled. "I've been here for four years."
"Well thank you," Padmé smiled at him.
"Is the R2 unit yours?" Anakin glanced at the droid.
"R2-D2 has been with me for awhile," Padmé smiled at the droid. On Naboo, the people considered droids to be sentient beings just like humans or Gungans. They treated them more like friends rather than just property.
"You take care of her, alright R2."
"I best be going, Milady, I'm sure you have places to be." Anakin left her; he highly doubted he'd see her again.
He headed over to his mother Shmi's house. His mother greeted him with a hug.
"Hello Mother," he smiled. "How was your day teaching at the university?"
"it was fine Annie," she smiled. "Everyone is still amazed at how I can fix anything. They have much to learn, they seem to be enjoying themselves in my classes."
"Who wouldn't enjoy learning from you mother, you're the best teacher I know."
Shmi laughed. They ate dinner together and talked.
"I met Senator Amidala today."
"Really? What's she like?" Shmi asked, everyone had heard stories about the Senator, and she was curious about her.
"She's very beautiful, good and kind. She paid me for repairing her droid," he showed her the credits.
"She's lives up to her reputation."
They twalked longer until Anakin felt it was time for him to return home. He said goodye to his mother and made his way back to his house.
Once inside, Anakin Skywalker activated the mysterious Holocron he'd possessed since his youth on Tatooine.
"Master Revan, I've done everything as you instructed," he spoke to the hologram.
"Good, you have taken your first step into a larger world, and as the Chosen One, you will destroy the Sith, but you cannot do that as a Jedi, your path is not so clear. Were you to become a Jedi you would fall to the Dark Side and become what I was, a Sith, I do not wish that path for you, so you must walk outside the Order, to change it and save it before it's too late for them."
Carrying the hologram with him, he made his way towards the outskirts of Theed to a building near the swamps.
In the time of greatest despair, a child shall be born who will destroy the Sith and bring balance to the Force.
Anakin recalled discovering the Hologram on Tatooine hidden away in a small container, he'd figured out how to open it and the mysterious man named Revan had offered to teach him the ways of the Force, because he told Anakin that only someone who was strong in the Force could activate the Holocron.
He dedicated himself learning to learning the ways of the Force, learning everything the Holocron could teach him, and now it was time for him to pass his teachings on to others.
Anakin smiled, the building he'd erected did not resemble the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and instead it was built according to Revan's descriptions of the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine.
Just inside on the wall, he had inscribed into it, the Code of his new Order.
Saviors, conquerors, heroes, villains. We are all things…and yet we are nothing. In the end we belong to neither the light nor the darkness. We will forever stand alone. We are the Order of Revan.
He smiled, a time of rebirth for Force users, neither Jedi nor Sith. Let the Jedi come and let Sith rage, if he was the Chosen One Revan spoke of, he would bring balance to the Force in a way he saw fit.
Padmé Amidala sat in her office in Theed. She was usually kept away from her home planet due to business on Coruscant, but rumors of a mysterious Force cult brewing on Naboo disturbed her.
"I'm going to look into this," she told Captain Typho.
"I don't agree with that idea Milady, this is something that should be handled by the Jedi, not you."
"I'll just go and see what's going on, I'd rather not rely on hearsay."
"At least let me accompany you for protection Milady!" Gregor Typho insisted.
"That won't be necessary," she replied. He didn't say anything more.
She'd done some asking around and found out the location of a supposed Jedi Temple near the swamps outside of Theed. She made her way toward the small crowd of various beings in a clearing near the entrance.
Padmé hid her face with a hood, there was a group of about fifty, some interested in joining this mysterious Order of Revan, others merely satisfying their intellectual curiosity. Naboo was renowned for its philosophers, to onlookers the Force was merely an interesting philosophy to be observed and studied.
She didn't want to be discovered, members would suspect that she wanted to shut down the "cult" for political reasons. Others would accuse her of trying to protect Republic interests from their supposed threat.
Padmé saw a man stand up, he was dressed in what appeared to be white and brown Jedi robes, he wore a Mandalorian mask, concealing his face from her.
"I know that many of you have come to learn the ways of the Force, others have come to satisfy your curiosity, rest assured, we are not a Sith cult, we are not Sith, as I know very well that Naboo has dealt with them in the past, but we are not Jedi, we merely follow the Force wherever the path may be. We do however serve the Naboo and the Republic as a whole; we do not adhere to the tenants of the High Jedi Council regarding many things. They call us Dark Jedi, but we merely embrace the teachings of Prodigal Knight Revan."
"I know many of you come out of curiosity, but I can see through you, to your true motivations," the man shifted his gaze, Padmé felt his gaze land on her, he held it for a second. Then he looked on to others.
Padmé listen with some interest, she was an intelligent woman and noted for her high intellect, but the ways of the Force were beyond her, so she listened as a layman, retaining as much as she could so she could explain it to the Jedi council.
After a few hours, he stopped speaking, "Any who wish to learn, please feel free to stay with us."
Some entered the would-be Jedi Temple, others politely left. Amidala moved out of sight and waited for the leader to leave, she'd get her answers, and she'd get them now.
Anakin Skywalker stepped into his house, still clad in his Jedi robes; he stepped into his house and made his way to his room. He smiled; she was very good; breaking into his house after he'd locked the door. He could sense her behind him, but feigned surprise for his own amusement.
"Hello there," Padmé spoke behind him. She had her blaster aimed at his head.
"Ah, Senator Amidala, welcome. Please, put that way, there's no need to shoot me."
"You don't understand what you're doing, you're tearing apart the Jedi Order, they are the guardians of peace in the Galactic Republic. You could spark a civil war, and if you do, many will die."
"I have done nothing, Senator," he said sharply. Anakin could see her fierce determination. He had seen her from afar at work, but rarely in person.
Anakin suppressed the gasp that almost escaped his lips, she was stunningly beautiful, her long brown hair and fierce eyes to match. Her beauty stirred emotions inside him that he'd never considered before.
And desire, physical desires; the sort he'd detested since his days in the Hutt pleasure dens on Tatooine. He buried that thought, he wasn't like those monsters, bent only on sating their lust in sexual conquests, he wouldn't ever become a monster.
"The Jedi Order is arrogant and blind, they cannot see because they are unable to."
"So tell me what you see, besides my gun in your face?" she taunted him.
"A beautiful young woman," he laughed, chuckling warmly. He used the Force to call her blaster to his hand. Her mouth opened in surprised shock.
He handed her weapon back to her, wordlessly telling her she was not a threat to him.
"This isn't about me!" Padmé snapped at him.
"Milady, you would not be here if you weren't curious, often you feel that you're the only one holding the Republic together. You fear the Separatist movement and that there will be war."
Padmé felt fury fill her, "How dare you read my mind!"
"I can read your mind like one reads a book," He sighed. "Please don't feel threatened Milady, you have nothing to fear from us."
"Then why hide your face? Take off your mask, tell me who you are." The senator crossed her arms.
He leaned in close to her.
"I am called the Revanchist, but that's not my real name, to give you that would ruin the mystery. I know I intrigue you," his eyes gleamed in amusement, she caught a glimpse of his eyes, a beautiful blue, and he pulled back from her.
"It's late Senator, don't you have work tomorrow?"
She stopped. How did he know her schedule? She wouldn't satisfy him with a reaction.
"I'm sorry for intruding," she apologized to him.
"I wouldn't mind intruders if they were as lovely as you," he turned away from her. Padmé began moving towards the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
She made her way home; her tumultuous thoughts spinning in her head. So many sparks that could ignite a war.
She would call upon Master Kenobi, surely he'd know what to do, he was an old friend from the Blockade Crisis, and he understood more about the Force than she did.
Arriving back at her office, she activated the holoprojector, sending out a signal to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.
"Senator Amidala, an honor this is," Master Yoda answered her.
"Master Yoda, have you ever heard of the Order of Revan?" Padmé inquired.
Master Yoda was surprised at her words.
"A group of rogue Jedi they were, believed in harnessing both light and dark they did. Embrace the teachings of Revan they did. Disbanded long ago they were."
"I see, but someone calling himself the Revanchist has reestablished the Order of Revan."
"We have heard many rumors of this Order of Revan. it has drawn Jedi from across the galaxy, many fallen Jedi are flocking to it." Master Kenobi added in a worried tone. "And the Jedi are already stretched thin across the galaxy."
"I request that Master Kenobi come and investigate this, I don't understand the ways of the Force, I want to know if they are a threat to the Republic, I'm not knowledgeable enough to discern it."
"Of course Milady, I'll be there shortly," Obi-Wan Kenobi smiled at her. They ended the transmission.
Padmé sat down and sighed. She had so much to do tomorrow—
Padmé stopped at the thought, remembering his words, "I'll see you tomorrow."
There wasn't any way he could see her tomorrow, unless—
He was someone who worked on her staff.
Padmé let a grin cross her face. So he wanted to play games did he? Discovering the man under the mask was his challenge to her.
"Very well Revanchist, I can play your game!"