Never thought I'd do this, but as I said on my profile "Always in Motion is my imagination, and many possible stories there are..." This is a Star Wars/Earth story, concerning my OC Nikitikin, written in his perspective and disasterously AU.

Young Jedi

Book I: Beginner's Luck

Chapter 1: Not-so-Jedi

I stood on a concrete balcony, leaning heavily on the insubstantial railing that didn't even fully encompass the edge. The cord from my earpiece headset curved behind my right ear and fell across my chest, almost as if it were a Padawan braid. In fact, one of my friends even joked that had it matched my hair colour I might've looked like an undercover Jedi. I wish I was. And for all my imagination, I was one.

My white mobility cane was folded into its compact form, hanging off a clip on my belt, almost like a lightsaber. Again I wished it was something it weren't, for if so, my situation would've been different.

"Sithspit!" I cursed under my breath. Yes, over the last year I managed to supplement my vocabulary of Earth's swear words with those from the Star Wars Universe.

"Wipe them o u t all of them…." droned the monotonous voice of my Victor Reader Stream's text-to-speech module. And indeed I wish I could. Gazing over the football field in front of me I envisioned clone LAAT/i gunships coming in for landing and opening their bay doors. I imagined white armoured figures jumping down, DC15 rifles spitting blue plasma bolts across the field. I imagined two Jedi, hopefully Master Kenobi with his former Padawan wreaking havoc across my high school's grounds. The more-or-less logical part of my mind told me that Obi-wan, the serene, no-anger guy that he was wouldn't help me here, but another part said, that Anakin would.

"Hey Cyclopes, over here!" the voice was sudden and annoying, but it wasn't enough to make me betray any outward signs that I registered it.

"Cyclopes! Pfumph!" True I was half blind, but I had two eyes not my fault that one couldn't see.

"I'm talking to you!" the voice came closer and my hand settled unconsciously on my cane's grip.

"Six, five, four more steps…" I would've let the kid approach me a little more before whirling on him, but the thump of an eraser against the back of my head brought my reaction much sooner than planned.

Immediately I whipped my cane off the clip, yanking the elastic and releasing the four aluminium segments which snapped into a 54 inch stick mid swing. I had finished my turn to see the antagonist cringe away from the blow.

This was the second time I lost my temper and resorted to physical countermeasures, though this wasn't the first time – nor the hundredth – when I had people through projectiles at my head because they underestimated my skills of deduction. Which – though far from rivalling Sherlock Holm's – were considerable.

"Ah! I'm being attacked by a crazy madman!" the kid screamed cowering away from me.

For a moment words failed me, but when I got my tongue back I mixed everything in,

"You *smack* blasted *smack* son *smack* of … a *smack* bloody sith!"

I judged that I had delivered a suitable lesson for this time, after all I didn't want to seriously hurt that guy – correction: I wanted to put him into a Geonosian containment field and torture him with sith lightning for a year nonstop – but it wouldn't do me any good at the moment. So giving him a final smack with my cane I hissed in his ear, "No more of this kid. I'm warning you!"

Sometimes my wonderful – yeah right the blasted piece of sithspawn that he is – principle makes me want to turn to the Dark Side. In fact, I'm sure that if Anakin and I had a race, 'who'd turn first?' I would win by a landslide.

And so it was, as I was sitting in the lobby to Jerkjerrod's office, I did not delude myself with useless thoughts of the situation being resolved fairly. In my high school it was simple, the first person to snitch and cry was automatically the victim and the right party.

Speaking of the Moff, he opened the Office door and scowled at me. Or at least that was what I deduced from the tone of his voice.

"You!" he stabbed a finger in my face, "Get in!"

I did not grace him with a response. Imperial scum don't deserve one I thought to myself. True he wasn't really an imperial, nor a Moff, but pretending he was helped me deal with my anger towards him.

I stepped into his office, and barely suppressed an enraged bellow. There, three figures sat. One was the one I beat up, one was comforting him, and another sat crying, with bruises all over his face. I didn't know where the third person got his evidence, whether fake or real, but it certainly wasn't my work.

"Explain this!" The principle growled at me.

"Why should I?" I snapped at him, "Why should I bother? It won't make a difference either way will it? No it won't, as that's how this school deals with these situations." My voice dropped dangerously, "And you are teaching us about corruption, what will we learn from the likes of you? Well, here's the answer, quite the opposite to the curriculum. Unless," I raised my finger and let a my next words sound as if I made a scientific breakthrough, "Unless the curriculum is teaching us how to become jerks and criminals!" Indeed I often wondered if what I just said was the truth.

Gasps of astonishment met my proclamation. No one had ever talked to the principle in such a manner.

"H-how d-dare y-you!" stuttered the jerk, his hands shaking in fury.

"I dare," I sent a glare at him so intense that he actually cowed back, "I dare, because I am probably the only person in this school that isn't either blind or a bastard!" I looked pointedly at the group of students sitting on the chairs in the office, "Now do me the courtesy of expelling me, at least then I will have an excuse to never come back to this Hutt Bowl ever again." I swept my outer coat over my shoulder and stormed out of the room.

I stormed down the main staircase of the Administrative building, the scowl on my face sending even hardened vice-principles scurrying out of my way. I kicked open a side door and headed down a narrow alleyway towards a place where I could climb the fence and get the hell out of that rotten rat hole. However ten meters down I found my way blocked my three thugs, each holding a steel baseball bat.

"Ah, the Negosiator," sneered the group's leader, "Wanna negosiate with us?"

Common sense might've told me to turn around and run. My survival instincts may have told me to turn around and run. My temper said otherwise. I grinned at my would-be attackers and lifted my cane up into the Soresu stance.

Expectedly the leader jeered at me, "Oh look, little Jedi's got a lightsaber!" and for all intents and purposes I was just a star wars geek who completely lost it. Whoever what none of them realised was that I knew every cubic centimetre of the school grounds as if they were the backs of my hands.

I rushed at the group, left palm still extended, right arm still up holding the cane horizontally. The muggers lifted their bats in preparation to hit me, but they never had the chance. As I was almost in range of their weapons my hand gripped a stormwater drain. Jamming my cane into the ground for momentum and using the pipe as a pivot point I swung up and dropped behind the three heavies.

Instantly I slammed my cane into the back of one of the thugs driving him to the ground. I drew it back for another swing but the leader, who I recognised as Phil the Filthy, grabbed its tip with one hand and tried to bring his bat down on my head with the other. I didn't give him the opportunity to do so though. I grabbed my cane with my other hand and yanked it apart at the middle, then I folded the lower half up against Phil's fingers and squeezed.

Oh the shriek of pain that he emitted, it was glorious. But I couldn't wallow in my victory yet, there was the other uninjured thug. As it turned out I need not have worried about him. For before he even had the chance to attack me, a brown-robed figure walked up behind him and brought a silver cylinder crashing into the back of his head.

"Well, hello there. I see you managed to negotiate your way into trouble once again huh?" Only one person who I knew would wear replica Jedi robes. Only one person would joke about my nickname as the negotiator. The figure was my best friend, Aeren Halcyon.

"Don know bout you, but I feel like gettin out ov here." Aeren prompted me, slipping the model lightsaber hilt back on his belt.

The journey back to my place only took half an hour for us as we took a taxi instead of my two usual busses. On the way home my friend questioned me as to the happenings of the day and I obliged.

"I'm telling you Halcyon, they are absolutely insane there!" I stated.

"Can't elp but agree," he replied, "beatin up one o der own doesn't sound right at all."

I nodded, "I'm about this angry with them that just give me an AT-ST and I'll prove it…"

"Oh stop grouching! You're definitely a Kenobi!"

I playfully punched Aeren in the shoulder and retorted, "Na, hair's wrong!"

The cab stopped outside the front gate to my domain and after paying for the trip me and my friend headed off towards the practice field.

The sounds of metal on metal and the occasional grunt of pain carried clearly over the evening air as Aeren and I went at each other with stunt sabers. In my hands I held a saberstaff hilt with two metal poles extending from each end. My opponent was armed with a regular saber, hilt firmly held in both hands.

"Remember," I reminded my friend panting, "You are supposed to miss me, overbalance and roll down after me." Halcyon nodded, but I wasn't convinced. Our last rehearsal ended up with me having a sizable bruise on my shoulder when he actually got me instead of following the script.

We stood on the side of a hill, in a rather precarious position trading blows and parries, while trying not to fall prematurely. One misstep and one of us could get injured, and to add to the tension, this was our last practice session, tomorrow we would be filming.

"This ends once and for all," I hissed the cue line.

"You're right master, this ends, for you!" as soon as Aeren said the last word our hands flew up for a simultaneous force-push just like in Revenge of the Sith. The plan was to hold if for five seconds and then I'd fall back and roll down the hill, the camera would follow me, thus allowing Halcyon to retreat some distance as if he too were flung back.

Great was our surprise when a white glow began to surround our outstretched palms.

"What the!" Aeren screamed at me. But I couldn't really help him. I was as bewildered as he was.

Finally I yelled, "RELEASE!" but he looked at me uncomprehendingly. "Let go of the blast!" I clarified but he still didn't get what I was talking about. Honestly I didn't either but the glow was increasing more and more, and I had this strange feeling that we were running out of time.

Then I hit upon an idea, I poured as much concentration as I could into sending a thought to Aeren, "Concentrate, imagine the glow leave your palm, release it outward." For a moment I panicked, what if he didn't get my thought, but then his eyes lit up in understanding.

"On three," He sent back to me, "One … Two … Three, GO!" at the exact same time we released the Force, or what I thought was the Force. The white glows from our hands sped towards each other and I was just beginning to think that maybe we had averted disaster when the energies struck. I expected there to be a massive shockwave that would send us flying hundreds of meters in opposite directions, what I didn't expect was the glow to start forming a swirling ball of white light that steadily grew in size and intensity.

Halcyon gave me a look, we both dropped our props and bolted away down the slope. Barely had we gone five meters however when we were suddenly lifted into the air and began moving backwards. I threw a worried look over my shoulder and gasped. The orb had reached three meters in diameter and we were no moving towards it.

Another gasp beside me told me that Aeren had noticed our predicament as well. I began frantically racking my brain for a solution to our problem but it was too late. When we were half a meter from the orb it suddenly expanded to double its size engulfed us completely.

And that's my attempt at a cliffhanger.