Timeless

Author: Hawklan

Summary: Xander's luck was never the best and now he has to confront a whole empire.

Disclaimer: Xander and everything from his verse belongs to Joss Whedon and co and Star Wars now belongs to Disney.

Note: Damn I haven't written anything since December 2012 and instead of working on my existing stuff my muse directed me to another new fic. I hope you will enjoy it, but I make no promises in regards to new chapters, much of my time is taken by my newborn son. Just ask Razial how rare I have made myself since January the 13th :)

Note2: Thank you to Inachis for betareading my work again and damn...I have written this chapter in May and now it's nearly October...so here you go.

Chapter 1

After nearly two days in deep meditation I opened my eyes again. The Force had just showed me that my exile here on Tatooine was coming to an end in the near future. I had really enjoyed my quiet life on this little dustball for the last couple of years, but now the Force was pulling me back into what was happening in this galaxy I ended up all those years ago when I saved Buffy's live by tackling Angelus and stumbling through that damn portal with him. Luckily it seemed we didn't arrive in the same place, but that was all ancient history by now. I stood up to get to the cantina to meet with Bib Fortuna, a lackey of Jabba the Hutt's with whom I mostly dealt.

Pulling up the hood of my black cloak and putting on my mask I left the small house I lived in and using my old but trusty speeder bike I rode to Mos Eisley and quickly entered the cantina. I quickly chose a small table from which I could see most of the room. While I took in my surroundings I didn't have to wait long until the pale Twi'lek entered through one of the many doors.

Jabba's flunkie looked around and after noticing me at my table, he came over. "My master sends his regards, Hunter," Bib Fortuna said in a hushed voice.

That was the name I was known around here by. I earned it during the self-imposed exile I had been spending here for quite a while now and I've never actually mentioned my real name to anyone. Around a decade or two ago, when I had hunted my first dragon and brought the loot to Jabba's palace to sell, he made inquiries about me amongst the Tusken Raiders around the area I hunted for the most part. All they told him was that I was the Black Hunter of the deep Desert and that nobody and no place was safe from me if I decided to come for them. The bodies I left behind over the years told enough of my story. Jabba just shortened it to Hunter.

"Well, make sure to give him my best whishes in return," I replied and then took the pack he brought for me, opened the top and casually gazed inside. "Everything here?"

"As you wished. My payment?" Bib replied.

Letting my senses flow through the cantina for a moment, I slid over a small pouch which the Twi'lek inspected. "Of course, I always enjoy doing business with your Master," I said.

His little sharpened teeth were bared as he inspected the content of the bag. "These are quite rare. My master will be pleased."

I nodded, knowing Jabba got a much better deal than me in this. But in the end I didn't care. Those pearls didn't cost me anything except some time and I had a few more of them besides. At least I got the stuff I ordered with no questions asked. "Tell your boss that this will be the last deal for a while. I have to leave Tatooine for a bit to do some personal business."

Bib looked at me and asked, "Any idea when you will be back? My Master won't like losing such a good business partner. And would you be open for a small job while you are away?"

I shook my head and replied, "Sorry Bib, maybe another time. As of yet my final destination is unknown, so I can't make any promises."

Having concluded our business Bib nodded at me, stood up and with a "Good hunting then," he left the cantina quickly followed by two of Jabba's Gamorean guards.

After I drowned the last of my drink, I stood up as well and left the cantina. Outside I noted the increased presence of imperial forces and it looked like they were searching for something. After an hour of evading them as much as possible I slipped into a fresher and dumped the robe I was currently wearing. Inspecting myself in the mirror I made some adjustments on the body armor I wore underneath the robe. After I was satisfied with it, I pulled the attached hood up and made sure that it would lie lightly across the upper half of my face. The cloth was diming what I could see through it for the most part, but visualizing my surroundings hasn't been an issue for quite a long time.

Studying my reflection I smiled and mumbled to myself, "Welcome back, Master Harris."

Now I took the time to get the stuff Bib brought me out of the bag and luckily he was as good as his word. Everything in the pack was like I ordered it. The utility belt, holster and blaster fit perfectly, not even bouncing a bit, and the other materials I requested were in their own little case and top of the line stuff. I grinned, shouldered the bag and then went where the Force was directing me to.

A short moment after one of the imperial patrols stopped me to ask me some questions and I had used an identichip that said I was a registered Imperial bounty hunter, I reached the entrance to a docking bay. I waited there for a while until I sensed a Force sensitive kid and an older man I recognized as Obi-Wan Kenobi running towards me with several imperial soldiers on their heels. As they reached my position I threw one of the Thermal Detonators I got from Bib into the group of soldiers. Without watching the result I hurried behind the two and we quickly entered the docking bay.

"Who are you?" the boy asked as I closed the door behind us.

I ignored him and looked at the older man. 'We have much to discuss, Obi-Wan Kenobi, but for now we have to get to safety.'

His brows lifted in surprise at my telepathic sending, but then heI quickly nodded in response.

"Wait," the boy said. "Who are you? You just can't invite yourself along."

Obi-Wan lifted his hand to silence the boy and said, "I suspect he is a friend."

We hurried over to the pilot who was waiting at the bottom of the boarding ramp to an old Corellian Light Cruiser. When he saw what I did and heard the resulting explosion, he didn't waste any time. He turned around and ran into the ship yelling, "Chewie, get us out of here right now!"

As soon as Kenobi closed the ramp behind us the ship was off the ground. We found our way to the main hold. Looking around I noticed the lounging area with a table and chess set built in. That was as good of a place to meditate as any other, but that was for later.

The boy spun around and confronted me again, "So who are you?"

Ignoring him again I said aloud this time. "Master Kenobi, can't you control your boy?"

Before Kenobi could answer the boy said, pointing to my mask, "My name is Luke, not Boy, and how can you even see through that thing?"

My mask appeared to be a solid black mask with no eye slits in it but I could in fact see quite well through it. "There are other ways to perceive the world around you, young man," I said.

"Other ways? You mean with the Force?" Luke wanted to know.

Astonished, I looked at the young man "You haven't been trained at all, have you?"

"No. I just found out about my father yesterday," he replied while his cheeks reddened.

"Your father was a Jedi?" I asked, interested.

"Yes, one of the best, he was Anakin Skywalker. You've heard of him?" the young man replied.

My breath caught in my chest as I heard that name. "What the fuck. You're Anakin's son? Of course you are. This explains so much."

"What's that supposed to mean?" the boy wanted to know.

"It explains why you're on this rock of a planet and why Obi-Wan was here in exile and why you're with him. What it doesn't explain is why you're not finishing your training instead of just starting it," I said with a raised eyebrow in Kenobi's direction.

Obi-Wan finally decided to enter our conversation. "He lived with his uncle and aunt who didn't want him to be trained. I've had very little time to instruct him so far."

I looked at him in astonishment. "And now you're throwing him right into lightsaber combat with drones? Did you learn nothing from your last apprentice?" I asked, pointing at the drone he held in his hand.

Luke looked back and forth between us. "Who was your last apprentice and what's this guy talking about?"

With frustration I turned to Obi-Wan again. "He knows nothing about the Force and nothing about his parents? Really?"

"My father was a great Jedi and pilot," the boy complained.

"Luke," Obi-Wan said in a warning tone. "I hardly think now is the time to talk about his past, which you seem oddly aware of. Not many people are these days."

"I remember everything," I said in a saddened tone and it wasn't an exaggeration. I couldn't forget a single moment of my life from the time I was stranded in this universe to the present. Somehow I gained an edict memory as I arrived in this universe from my old hometown Sunnydale and you can believe me that most of the time this is a real curse.

"And I don't know who you are, yet you seem very familiar," the old Jedi continued.

My instincts told me to conceal my identity through misdirection like I had for an eternity, but that time was already past. This was the reason I was here after all. "Jedi Master Alexander Harris," I replied after a moment.

Obi-Wan sat down into one of the chairs with his mouth open and his eyes fairly wide in shock. "I thought you were a myth," he mumbled.

At just that moment the smuggler entered the area, saying, "If anyone is interested, I left behind an Imperial Star Destroyer hot on our tail, as promised, and we are on our way to Alderaan now."

Ignoring the smuggler for now Obi-Wan said, "History has you listed as one of the Jedi dying at the time of the battle against the Sith Empire at the side of Revan and Balista, if I'm not mistaken."

"History was wrong as you can see," I replied with a smirk. "I'm still quite alive and intend to keep it this way for a while longer."

"Revan?" the smuggler asked. "Wasn't that ten thousand years ago?"

"Revan?" Luke said in shock. "As in the Dark Lord Revan and you're a ten thousand years old?"

"More like twenty thousand, but who counts after a millennium or two?" I countered. "Now sit down and meditate. Jedi have to be constantly in control of their emotions, because if they are not, then those emotions turn into your…"

"Master Harris," Obi-Wan said rather loudly, cutting me off. "Luke, put away your lightsaber and sit down. Perhaps we should begin where all Jedi do."

Hours passed while Luke and Kenobi meditated and I worked on the tiny circuits and inspected the pieces Bib gave me to make sure they were up to my standards, which they luckily were. I should have done all the work myself as is customary for a Jedi, but the Force didn't leave me any time to gather all the materials for it.

Pulling out a dragon pearl, I watched as Luke stared at it mystified and Kenobi said "That is a very expensive focusing crystal."

I nodded and replied, "But you can't find any better."

The smuggler looked at me and said. "Why did you just destroy a stone that is worth a small fortune?"

Using the Force I levitated every piece on the table up in front of me. "What do I need credits for if I can't defend them from those that would seek to take them away from me?" I said to the smuggler.

"You're making a lightsaber," Luke exclaimed when he saw what I was doing while talking to the smuggler.

"Whoa," the smuggler said as he warily backed away.

Bringing all the pieces together I poured the Force energies into them to fuse the seams and purify the pearl shards. Just as I finished a tremor in the Force made itself known. Darkness, billions screaming out as one in terrible pain across space itself, as their lives were extinguished all at once.

Luckily I was already sitting or I would have staggered like Obi-Wan did.

"Ben?" Luke asked concerned.

Obi-Wan looked at me, probably to see if I experienced it too. I just nodded.

"Continue your meditating, Luke. I have to talk with Master Harris," Obi – Wan said.

When I met Obi-Wan in the corridor he raised his eyebrows at me. "So what do you think? And stop calling Luke a boy, he is hardly a child anymore," Kenobi said.

"To me, all of you are children playing with dangerous toys. Even the Emperor, thinking this new weapon of his is anything compared to the power of the Force."

"So you think it's a new super weapon as well?" Kenobi asked.

"It has to be," I confirmed. "It had none of the feel of what the Sith Emperor did to his homeworld when he sucked the life-force out of every living thing on the planet."

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed at me. "You're really that old?"

"You didn't believe me before?" I asked.

"You have to admit, there aren't very many life forms that can admit to living a thousand years, much less twenty thousand, and yet you look barely a year older than Luke," Kenobi replied.

"Now that you mention it, why haven't you told him about his father?"

"It would crush his spirit, knowing that the man behind Vader's mask is related to him, much less sired him."

I thought about that for a moment and then had to give him the point. "Then again it might give him focus. He has nothing to drive him other than adventure. You do realize he yearns for this?"

"I had hoped I would have time to temper that, but the closer we get to Alderaan, the more I feel like my time is running out," Kenobi said with a sigh.

"If he continues on this path he'll become another Vader, and this time without the limits the cybernetic implants have on a Sith apprentice," I mused.

"If I fall, will you take on his training for me?" he asked me after a moment.

"If the time comes, I'll make my decision then. Don't go getting yourself killed acting stupid, Obi-Wan. The boy deserves better." I said, not really planning on teaching the son of Darth Vader.

He nodded and before he could say anything more, we felt the typical sign of dropping out of Hyperspace. Then several bumps against the ship's hull and then loud cursing out of the cockpit. "Sithspit…Where did that asteroid field come from?" we heard the smuggler cuss.

Just as we reached the cockpit and saw what remained of our destination a couple of Tie-Fighters passed us and rushed away. Without a word from us the smuggler engaged his engines and followed them. As soon as we could see where they were leading us, I yelled. "Damn…Get us out of here!"

But it was already too late for that.