~AN~ (Author's Note)
Soooo... I had this idea pop into my head; what if someone from our world was pulled into Star Wars IV: A New Hope? Tell me what you think! I also may get some Star Wars facts wrong, let me know if you notice, and I will try to fix.
(P.S. A "foil" sword is a type of very thin sword that is usually seen in fencing competitions; it is not made of actual foil. Also, I may get some fencing things wrong. Let me know if I do. Also, I am having Luke and Leia be 19, making my OC two years younger.)
"Speech/Basic"
"Alien Language"
"Over comm or holo"
"Qui-Gon Jinn"
'Thought'
? View- ? Person's Point of View
3 View- Third Person's Point of View
I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS!
Star Wars AU: Another Hope
Chapter 1
Second Chance
OC View
I huff out a breath of air as I thrust my foil sword as my opponent, a light-haired boy almost a foot taller than my five-feet eight-inches. He barely manages to block it an inch away from hitting his chest, and I quickly flick my wrist in a circle to slash it across his left leg. The beeper goes off, and now our scores are tied. Next hit wins the match, and winner gets to go to State Championships. He tries a thrust into my stomach, but I see it coming and use my signature move; the one I am known for in all the surrounding counties. I press my foil against his, my tip touching his hilt, and then simultaneously thrust upward and twist my sword in a way that makes his foil go flying out of his hands and up into the air. He looks up, and I take the opportunity to jab my sword against his chest, thus ending the match. His foil falls to the ground as the buzzer goes off and the announcer tells the audience,
"And the winner of the Tri-County Championship is Norasalina Dragona! Let's give her a hand, folks!"
The two-dozen or so people present clap, some with plenty of enthusiasm, and others (from the losing team) just to be polite. I take off my protective hood and give a small bow before turning to my opponent. I tuck my hood under my arm and extent my right hand, smiling genuinely and saying,
"That was a good match. We should get together sometime and practice."
He too takes his hood off as he smiles and shakes my hand, telling me,
"I'd like that. Maybe you could show me how to do that last move?"
The last sentence is asked with a hopeful expression. 'He's nice, not bad-looking either.'
I think as we reclaim our hands and I answer,
"I think that can be arranged. Are you busy next Saturday?"
He grins and says excitedly,
"Yeah, no problem. Should we meet here, or do you have another place in mind?"
He asks as we walk towards the doors. I smile when he holds the door open for me and answer,
"Here is fine, I'll give you my cell number so we can call each other if anything changes."
His grin, if possible, gets even bigger as he follows me to my car. After I put my things in the trunk, I take a pad of sticky notes from my purse and write down my number, along with my name. Handing it to him, I say,
"I guess it's a date."
His face looks like it's about to split open, he's grinning so much. He starts to turn away, but stops and turns around, looking a bit sheepish.
"My name's Steven, by the way. Steven Luport. Do I call you Norasalina or..."
"Nora is fine."
I tell him, and he grins again and leaves. 'Guess I'm not the only one who's never gone on a date before' I think as I get into my car and drive out of the gym's parking lot. It's not that I haven't wanted to date someone, it's just that finding a boy who both me and my parents approve of is hard to do. As a cop, my dad wouldn't hesitate to run a background check on anyone I introduce to him. 'Well, I hope Steven Luport has a clean record.'
This is my last conscious thought before a Semi runs a red light and smashes into my car.
I come around slowly, aware of strange sounds, like screeches, chirps, and is that a... campfire? There is also this... smell, like woodsmoke mixed with swamp. I finally manage to open my eyes. There is an earthen-looking ceiling about three feet above my head, with a strange yellow light flickering across it. Confused, I sit up carefully, wincing as I feel a sting in my ribs. 'Feels like I cracked a few.' I know what that feels like, thanks to the karate classes my dad has me go to. I place my hand against my right side, then frown and look down at the strange fabric I feel. I stare for a moment, more confused than I have ever been in my life. Instead of a white T-shirt, gray sweatpants, and sneakers, I am dressed like a... Jedi? I have the same shirt, pants, and boots as Luke Skywalker does in Episode VI. I even have a belt with an empty blaster holster on the right, and next to it, a spot to place a lightsaber. 'Okay, what the heck?' Just then, I hear a sound off to my left. Looking up, I can only stare in shock as I meet the, apparently amused, Yoda, big green ears, staff, and all. After several minutes, he gives a chuckle and says,
"Surprised, you look. Like an explanation, would you?"
Mutedly, I nod, still not quite believing this is real. If it weren't for the very real pain in my side, I would be convinced I was dreaming. Yoda looks into my eyes from where he is seated at a table and begins,
"An accident on your world, you had. Died there, you did, but through the will of the Force, you have been brought here. Out of balance, things have become. Put them back the way they were, you must."
I sit, stunned, as I quietly ask,
"I died? And what do you mean, "put things right?" Doesn't everything end the way it should? Vader is freed from the Dark Side through his death, both the Death Stars are destroyed, Leia, Luke, and Hans all stay alive, the Emperor is killed, why would I want to change anything?! I can't do anything to save Alderaan, and that's the only thing that should be changed."
By now I am almost yelling, feeling a bit frantic. Yoda just sits there calmly until I am done, then answers me,
"These events, you are not to change. A disturbance, there has been, and these events you speak of must be set right, or they will not come to pass."
"Why me?"
I ask, still confused. Why would I be chosen? Then from my right I hear a voice answer,
"That is only known to the Force, we have no answer for you."
Turning, I see a ghostly figure, like the way Obi-Wan looks in the last two movies. Only instead of Kenobi, I see...
"Qui-Gon Jinn?!"
He smiles at my incredulous exclamation, looking just as he did before Darth Maul killed him. He nods and tells me,
"I have been sent to advise you. I will travel with you, unseen by anyone else, to tell you when you need to act, and when you must let things play out. Can you follow my instuctions?"
I pause for a moment, thinking. From what I've heard, something has thrown off the events of the movies. They all went the way they needed to in order to bring peace, and Master Jinn knows what needs to be done to put things right. I am dead on my old world, and to be honest, I have always wanted to be a Jedi. I look up at him and say, with conviction,
"Yes, I can. I will follow all your instructions, even if I don't like them. You know better than I."
Jinn smiles and states,
"Then, I believe we should get started. Obi-Wan and Luke will need your help to get off Tattooine. First; if you would, Master Yoda?"
Jinn looks at the small green Master Jedi, who nods and stands up, walking over to a small chest and gesturing me over. Carefully, so as not to disturb my injured ribs or hit my head on the low ceiling, I get up off the small bed and walk over to stand next to him. Qui-Gon, having seen me wince at a newly-discovered headache, says to me,
"I apologize, but the Force was unable to fully heal you, as the combination of transporting you here, bringing you back to life, and healing your life-threatening wounds took up a lot of power."
I look at him and ask with a frown,
"What injuries did I have?"
He hesitates a moment before telling me,
"All the ribs on your right side where broken, both legs were crushed, and your head had been completely cracked open, which is what killed you instantly."
I stare blankly for a moment, then turn back to the other Master as he hands me a Glock-sized black blaster, looking similar to Han Solo's. Weighing it in my hand, I hold it up and aim, my finger hovering over the trigger, but not pulling. 'I'm glad Dad taught me to shoot.' I think as I holster it. Thinking of my parents makes me a bit sad, knowing I will never see them again. I shake out of it and take the small black bag Yoda gives me, one meant to go over my head and shoulder and hang next to my hip. Inside is what I somehow know is 5,000 credits, the common currency here. I take the black hooded cloak Yoda is handing me, putting it on as well. As I do so, the old Master pulls out a black cylinder with a hole on one end, near which is small red button. It takes me a moment, but then I realize that it is a lightsaber. A real-life lightsaber! Now all I have to do is use it, and all my dreams have officially come true. As if reading my mind (which he probably did), Master Jinn states, sounding amused,
"Let's go outside before you use it, shall we?"
Nodding enthusiastically, I follow the two Jedi Masters as they walk outside. Gazing around, I realize I am on Dagoba. 'Well, that explains the swamp smell.' Once we reach a small clearing, I remove my cloak and enthusiastically take the offered lightsaber and press the button, powering it up. An aqua-colored blade shoots from the hilt, the blue even brighter than the first one Luke gets. I give it a few experimental swishes, noticing that it feel almost exactly the same as a foil sword. After my questioning look at Jinn is answered with a nod, I do a few fencing maneuvers, and when that goes well, I mix it with some martial arts moves, until it feels like I'm flying through the air. After nearly 20 minutes, I stop, turning to the two surprised-looking Masters with a exhilarated grin. As I'm doing so, I notice my reflection in the small pond to my left and freeze, shocked at my appearance. I am dressed in a black Jedi uniform, as I discovered earlier, but what shocks me is that my black hair, instead of being mid-back length, is in a tight french braid that reaches to nearly my mid-thigh. Starting behind my right ear is a small braid that reaches down to my waist. At the end is an aqua colored bead that matches my saber. Just then, I come to a realization.
"This is a Padawan braid, right? That would mean that..."
Startled, my sentence stumbles to a halt as I whirl around to stare at the two Jedi, who now look amused. Jinn takes a step forward and nods.
"Yes, that means that one of us, Yoda to be exact, is your Master. Although, from the display you just showed us, all that's left for you to do to advance from Padawan to Jedi Knight is become capable of using telekinesis and manipulating minds, though that should should never be done for personal gain. And from what the Force tell me, you wouldn't even consider that."
"As for telekinesis, a fast learner, you are. In no time, a Jedi Knight, you will become."
Yoda adds, looking pleased. I can certainly understand why, as that would make me the first Jedi Knight in almost 20 years. Then I remember. Looking at Jinn, I say,
"You told me earlier that Skywalker and Master Kenobi will need my help to get off Tattooine. How?"
For some reason, calling them by their last name feels right. My new Master answers,
"A vision, I have had. Need more credits to pay for passage, they will."
'Ah, that's why I have so much in my bag.' I nod my understanding and ask,
"When do I leave? I assume you won't be coming, Master?"
Yoda nods and says,
"Correct, you are. Leave, you will, after a bit more training."
'Uh-oh. That doesn't sound fun.' I remember what Skywalker's days of being trained by Yoda will be like, it hadn't looked fun. 'Well, I guess I'm about to find out for myself.'
I had been right; training with Yoda wasn't at all enjoyable, especially with my ribs being cracked (I accidentally re-broke one when I moved wrong; Yoda offered me the rest if that day off, but I refused it). I had to do everything Luke will do in Episode V, except for lifting a ship. We didn't have one of those, so instead I had to lift a three-ton boulder several hundred feet away from it's original spot. I never complained, though. It had taken me five days to work up to accomplishing that last feat, and only afterwards did Master Yoda declare I was ready. Once I was cleaned up and had everything I needed, with food, water, and an extra set of clothes having been added to my bag, I stood out in the middle of the clearing, with Qui-Gon at my side and Yoda standing in front of me. After a few moments of silence, Jinn speaks.
"I will use the Force to transport us to Tattooine, just on the outskirts of Mos Eisley. It will take up much of my power, so I will be un-able to appear physically again."
My eyes get watery as I look at him. I may have only known him personally for five days, but just thinking of the fact that I will literally never be able to see him again makes me want to cry. He sees this and smiles compassionately as my Master reminds me,
"Gone, he will not be. Hear him, feel him, you will, when he guides you. Stay safe, my young Padawan."
I smile at him as the world begins to swirl and Qui-Gon Jinn begins to fade from physical sight.
"I will, Master."
I promise the small green Jedi as, for the second time in a week, I lose consciousness.
~AN~
Alrighty, how was that? Good? Bad? Boring? Exciting? Tell me, I want to know!
So, in this, my OC is a fencing competitor. The boy she was fighting (and may well have dated) was from a different county. All the counties in the state she lived in send their best fencer to "fight" each other for the chance to go to the State Championship, which is where the best fencer from each state (in this case Nora) would compete to go to Nationals, where the country's best fencer competed with other countries' best.
(P.S. Just to give you a clear picture, Norasalina Dragona is 17 years old, has bright blue eyes, long french-braided black hair that almost reaches her thighs, slightly tanned skin, and is five feet eight inches tall. She is wearing the same outfit Luke wears in "Return of the Jedi" (just in a more feminine style), a black hooded cloak that completely hides her face, a small bag that hangs from her shoulder, a blaster like Han's and a lightsaber kept on her belt. She has more skill in the Force than Luke, but is still not at Jedi Knight level yet.)
Hope you enjoyed it!