The Blood of a Jedi
By StriderX

A/N: Good'ay dudes! This is a story that's been bugging my mind for a while now, and I finally decided to get it written down. This isn't my first fanfic, but it is my first in the Star Wars category. It's a little different then what you'll normally see, but I hope you enjoy anyway. And please review! I really appreciate getting feedback on my work:) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of Star Wars or its characters, planets, or events. They are all property of Lucasfilm and the creative mind of George Lucas...lucky bugger;)

A/N2: Just as a bit of info, I guess you could say that this is slightly AU (that's alternate universe, for those who don't know:) cuz instead of the events of Star Wars occuring in the past, they occur in step with modern Earth.

Time Period: About one year after Phantom Menace.

Prologue

It was a beautiful spring day that lined the crowded streets of Los Angelis, California. All seemed to be perfect. The birds were singing, traffic was light, and..."Stop that girl!" the furious yell of a police officer suddenly rang through the air as he ran after a young woman of about twenty-six years of age. "Stop her, I say! She's a thief!" the middle-aged man's out-of-shape middle caused him much grief as he ran, but he knew this thief could not get away.

Around the corner and over a fallen trash basket the woman ran swiftly about twenty feet ahead of the policeman behind. Her brilliant blue eyes jumped quickly from ground to street as her concentration focused on the speed of her run.

On lookers from either side of the busied city road watched with interest and strange humor to see the warn cop try wholeheartedly to catch up with the much younger and very fit woman. A few men with the opportunity to stop her even let her pass freely after seeing her face. Her tanned complexion and soft features were framed by thick brown hair pulled back into a complicated knit of braids and twists. Her bright blue eyes, specked with shards of green shone like shimmering crystals in the bright light of the noon-day sun. "I wonder who she is?" one of the by-standers asked of another as she flew by with graceful hurry.

Up and down, through and over, she went. The exhausted policeman had long since given up, but she was still running. The look in her glistening eyes was mixed heavily with excitement and fear. But why? Her rushing thoughts began to wearily slow and focus on the events of the last few days.

She had remembered meeting up with an old friend for a visit. It was supposed to have been just a visit—a friendly visit between old friends.

"Khyra! So good to see you." the voice of her old friend was like music to her ears as she ran to embrace the one whom the voice belonged.

"Jack! It's good to see you too. It's been so long." her light voice shrouded in a light Irish accent matched the gleeful tone of her friend, Jack's.

"Yes it has. Please, sit." Jack pulled out a chair next to the small table set neatly in the small restaurant and motioned for Khyra to take a seat.

She nodded happily and sat as she watched her friend do the same across the table. "So, what brings you to L.A., Jack?"

An odd rush of worry filled Khyra's body when she saw Jack's once joyous smile disappear to an expression of wary fear. "I need your help."

'I should'a never agreed to help that cheeky bugger.' Her thoughts of the past pulled fiercely back to reality when she heard the painful screech of tires skid across the ground in front of her. She jumped and turned to face a taxi cab stopped just inches from her legs.

"Watch where you're goin', jerk!" the taxi driver yelled out his window.

Not sparing a single moment to think about the fact that she was almost run over, Khyra turned back to the sidewalk ahead and picked back her swift run. 'Da told me not to trust him. Why didn't I bloody listen!' her thoughts flew wild as she ran; trying all the while to figure out where she was going. 'LAX.' her mind came to a halt as she thought of the security her homeland of Ireland would surely provide.

"Taxi!" she decided to call out suddenly into the crowded street. Within seconds, a yellow taxi cab pulled onto the curb in front of her. "In need to get to the airport, fast." she said quickly after pulling open the back door and climbing in.

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Nearly twenty hours later, Khyra found herself coolly walking through the Dublin International Airport in Ireland. In her heart, it felt good to be home after so many years away, but under the circumstances, she didn't allow herself to get too caught up in her thoughts. Right now, she had to get to her late grandfather's old museum of archeology.

She rubbed her fingers over a small antique key she wore around her neck by a silver chain as she remembered her father's words to her as a child. This key unlocks the back vault in the hidden chamber of your Grandfather's museum. You must never loose it, or use it...unless your life becomes to be in severe danger.

"Well, Da, it's in danger now." Khyra softly mumbled to herself; as if talking to her long since deceased father.

With incredible haste, she 'borrowed' a vacant motorcycle and made her way across the familiar city of Dublin without stopping even once. She was tired and warn, but she continued hastily nonetheless. Maybe whatever was behind that door would be able to help her in her time of need. That is what she hoped, anyway.

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After turning a corner and onto a street off the one titled "Swords Road", a smile of relief crept over Khyra's face to see the old museum standing peacefully at the end of the road in front of her. Upon reaching it, she quickly parked the bike and made her way up the museum's many stairs and inside.

Sadly, the magnificent museum was no longer owned by her family, but by a very bright British scientist. So, like any other person, she had to pay a small fee to enter. It didn't bother her much though. Just being in the presents of the place where she had spent so much of her childhood was enough to lift her spirits.

Once she received a 'ticket of entry', Khyra was allowed into the exhibits. But, no matter how much the history in the building fascinated her, she was not there to browse. Stealthy, she walked to the back room of the large exhibit on "Irish History". After making sure there was no one around to watch her and the room's security cameras were faced away from her, Khyra crouched down. Perfectly hidden within the floor, there was a small chip of loose hardwood. She leaned down and gently pushed the chip down, causing a silent door hidden carefully in the floor to open next to her. 'Amazing...' she thought. 'All these years, and this old door's still undiscovered.'

"Now if you will follow me, we will journey to the next room..." the thick Irish accent of a tour guide headed her way jerked Khyra out of her thoughts. She quickly climbed down the stairs exposed by the open door and slammed her wrist over a silver switch; shutting the hidden door back into its unseen place in the old wooden floor.

"Too close." she said softly before hitting another switch that clicked on several small lights, illuminating the short tunnel in front of her to a thick vault-like door about fifteen feet away.

She warily approached the large door while removing the key from her necklace; her eyes never leaving the oddly shaped key-hole in the dead center of the silver metal. She allowed her fingers to caress over the lock as she again remembered her late father's words. Never use it.

With a deep breath, Khyra pushed the key in the hole and guided it around a full turn before hearing a loud click from within the door. It was unlocked. She sighed and pulled out the key. "Well, here goes everything..." she spoke softly, reaching with one hand to the handle on the right side of the door. Again drawing in an unsure breath, she eased the latch down and pushed open the heavy door; using much of her strength to do so.

With the door pushed as far open as possible, another group of lights gradually lit the room to provide an accurate view. Inside, Khyra could see the room vacant of everything but a strange ring-like contraption standing vertically on a stand built in the floor and a computer-like key pad next to it. "What is this?" she asked herself while warily walking up to the odd machine.

It looked almost alien, as Khyra thought. The ring was large, maybe six feet tall, with unusual drawings of unfamiliar symbols painted all along its outside rim. Just in front of it, was a small touch-screen mounted on a three-foot platform so as to be within easy reach and decorated with another group of odd symbols.

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Lost in her thoughts of amazement and a strange sense of confusion, Khyra didn't notice at first the pulsing glow emitting from the key-pad. Her wide, crystal blue eyes slowly drifted down to the source of the green light filling the air with an eerie glow.

"What in the world is that?" she asked of no one in particular.

Though, upon seeing the unknown symbols tracing over the screen, Khyra's mind instantly shifted to running through every language she knew. Gaelic, Latin, Russian, Arabic...she had studied them all during some point of her life. (That's probably why her job occupation said 'linguist') Still, even with all her knowledge, she was quite perplexed to find that the symbols matched nothing she knew.

Except...

There was one spark lighting in her mind. In the back of her thoughts, Khyra suddenly remembered an old language her grandfather taught her when she was young. Namacian; she was told it was called. She didn't know why though. In her mind, it was just a fictitious language her grandfather made up in his spare time. "Well...the symbols do match..." she was hesitant to touch the screen glowing screen, but her curiosity soon overran all previous instincts.

She felt her fingers slip across the cool glass-like material of the screen and come to a smooth halt over a group of symbols she seemed to recognize.

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'Ode de con-yun nighe', or, roughly translated, 'press to begin', is what the symbols read.

Nearly instantly after gently pushing down on the screen, Khyra was slightly startled by a low humming growing from within the ring contraption. The dully painted symbols painted about the edge too began to glow with the bright, eerie green. "Whoa...Bugga', Grandda! What is this thing?" her once well-hidden accent now shown through heavily through her fascination.

Her mind soon drew its attention back to the steadily glowing touchpad now showing a different screen and symbols. With all her focus, Khyra reached into the very depths of her memory to attempt to remember the 'fictitious' language she knew so well as a child. 'You could have made an easy language to remember, Grandda, but noo...you had to make one so bloody confusing I can't remember it now that I actually need it!'

Somewhat anxiously, her eyes jumped constantly from one symbol to the next; tirelessly attempting to make some sense of her Grandfather's complicated words. Finally, after deciphering for nearly half an hour, something clicked. "That's it!" she exclaimed excitedly. There was one symbol that looked much more familiar then the rest. She didn't know what it said, but she had remembered her Grandfather making her memorize it 'incase of emergency.' Part of her said not to trust the 'old coot's' words, for her was known to be quite odd at times, but still (though she didn't know why), she trusted him nonetheless.

She drew in a deep breath. "Here goes..." keeping her eyes firmly placed on the symbol in question, she slowly moved her fingers toward the symbol and pressed down over it.

The low hum of the machine began to quickly grow as the glowing symbols decorating the ring grew brighter and brighter. Suddenly, a blinding green flash lashed out throughout the room; causing Khyra to yelp and instinctively covered her arm over her eyes.

The stunning green was still blinding, so visibility was impossible for Khyra. But somehow, she suddenly felt the strange sense as if she were moving. She could feel her feet still touching against the stone floor of the museum's chamber, but everything else felt different to her. There was a strange new aura about the air that she had never sensed before. It was warm...but cool at the same time. Like she was swimming in a cool sea surrounded by the gentle heat of the sun.

With seduced thoughts of calm filling her to the very core of her being, it took Khyra a moment to realize that the sense of moving had disappeared with the blinding light, now glowing dimly in the darkness of an unlit room. "What was that? I Feel like I just went 'round a bloody rollercoaster!" she thought jumpily to herself.

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Slowly lowering her arm from covering her eyes, she found herself standing in a room that appeared to be different then the one she remembered. Even with the dull glow of green of the machine lighting only a little of her surroundings, she knew it was different. She turned to look for the door. To her great comfort, there was one. Granted, it wasn't the vault door she had entered through, but it was still a door—still a way out.

She moved cautiously to grab the latch on the right-middle of the silver-metal door. With an uneasy hand, she reached out; just almost touching her goal. But just then, she was startled by the sounds of muffled voices speaking in some foreign tongue on just the other side of the fairly-sized door. Soon after, a soft creek sounded from the door-handle to Khyra's well-trained ears. Instinctively, she stiffened and straightened her posture as the handle began to twist down.

A natural light (that was much too bright for Khyra's eyes after being used to the dark) poured into the room through an ever-building gap as the door slowly opened. She backed away unconsciously. "H-Hello?" she asked hesitantly.

"Who's in there?" the figures of two human men appeared in the doorway. One was tall, and very built. He was the one who spoke, carrying a deep, intimidating voice. The other, however, was smaller; younger. Nicer too...it would seem, as he gave Khyra a genuine smile the moment she caught sight of him.

"Where am I?" Khyra blurted out. Her mind was too busy thinking of how she could end up here (where ever here was) when she was just in her Grandfather's old museum only a moment ago.

"You're in the Jedi Temple, young miss. How did you get in here?" the older man asked sternly.

"I don't know...I was in a museum a...hey; wait a minute...Jedi Temple? What country is this?" Khyra's confusion was now steadily growing into an odd mix of fear and curiosity.

"Country? Why, you're on the planet Coruscant."

Planet? Coruscant? Khyra was thoroughly confused. She couldn't be on another planet! That's not possible! She had never even heard of a planet Coruscant. 'This is just some weird dream, Khy. Snap out of it...come on...wake up!' But, as she would soon find out, this was no dream...it was as real as anything could be.