This story sticks to the first six movies and anything happening after the sixth movie can be considered an alternative universe or whatever doesn't make your head hurt. I make the following events up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars
Corruscant continued to evolve throughout the centuries, the few monuments carefully preserved against the flow of time and they were the only way to track the changing times. In the bustling planet wide city there were the patches of freedom where nothing moved containing these monuments. Tourists could visit the old Jedi Temple that had been rebuilt, but sadly never lived up to its former glory. A couple blocks away stood Darth Vader's castle, its dark presence sending involuntary shudders through the visitors as they began to weep due to the intense feeling of agonizing grief that still echoed through the halls long after the fall of the Empire. On the other side of the planet existed the old Senate building; a museum for those in love with politics, and within a record was kept of the evolution of politics.
Every months or so tourists would come to an old racing track from the time when the racing fever swept across the galaxy holding races with the vehicles of the time. Deep within in the depths of Corruscant the old power core stood empty and silent; devoid of the hum that used to come from it a century ago. Corruscant now ran on a faster and more efficient power. The most popular spot for the last half a century was the old factory; a monument decreed by the people of the galaxy and stood untouched despite the Senate's best attempts to disband it. Here the tourists could watch the security vids of the great battle between the Jedi Grand Master and Darth Scavil. As they wandered the halls one could see the grooves and other damage caused by lightsabers.
The skies of Corruscant were a blur of flashing colors of speeding air vehicles as a lone X-Wing entered the atmosphere. It wove through the traffic crisscrossing it and ignoring all known traffic rules. Its grace was unmatched by any of the more modern vehicles despite being a creation that should only exist in a museum for archaic devices. With a final twist it flew into empty airspace and began to glide down.
The Jedi Temple was deserted with a thin layer of dust covering the building and surrounding area. The X-wing landed; disturbing the thin layer of dust. Out of the back popped an astromech droid with a burst of fire letting the droid land easily. "You are such a show off Artoo" complained the cloaked person, a hood hiding his face as he slowly levitated himself out of the cockpit. Artoo swirled his domed head and whistled. "Easy Artoo, you are the last astromech droid to actually work out in space, meaning it is a pain to repair you and if you call me a show off; I may find a better occupation for my time, such as actually being a show off." The droid looked rather dejected before it began to chortle in amusement leaving his annoyed master behind as he moved toward the temple doors.
The man began to follow when he stopped; his hand dropping instinctively to the lightsaber beneath his cloak. "Luke!" came a shout and Luke relaxed just in time as a figure barreled into him giving him a warm hug. His hood lowered through use of the force and he whispered, "I missed you Leia." before returning the hug.
They stood there while Artoo waited off in the corner recording the moment like so many others and he had never been caught. This will fit nicely into my collection. I should upload this into the Senate then they can see their hero. Luke Skywalker is after all not six feet tall with flaming hair and bulging muscles. Humans… they just don't make any sense. This will be fun!
Leia stepped out of Luke's hug, "Something tells me this isn't a pleasure visit Luke," her face became sad, "Luke you have not aged for a thousand years, but I do and my time will come and I wish to be there with my younger brother."
"Older," came the automatic reply from Luke. Leia sighed, "Not this again! Apologies my Grand Master Jedi for doubting your instinctive feeling that you are older, when I for all appearances am the elder!"
"Hush Leia. After I finish my business I will stay with you, maybe tour the galaxy. I need a vacation after all."
"What is this business anyway?" Leia asked and Luke began to speak, only to stop when they heard the distant, but familiar sound of blaster fire, "That," Luke said. A questioning eyebrow was raised by Leia in return.
He sighed, "The Jedi Master and I have known for a long time that there was something… wrong in the Force. The Force is now almost entirely gray, balanced… so logic dictates that crime rates would fall and people will be happier, yet while it has happened to some extent crimes continues to come forward for no reason. Twenty years after the fall of the Empire I noticed this sickness. It originates from a scar in the Force. I believe it comes from having thousands of force sensitives die at once. We need to heal it. So I will meditate here and try to find the solution," Luke paused looking around in the night, "I would do anything for it to heal and finally have peace. Humans aren't meant to live this long with no end in sight." Leia smiled and began to talk, but far away something registered Luke's words.
Nobody knew half the things the force could do, but Luke Skywalker knew more than most. To the Force who was very sentient it made sense having chosen him as the Chosen One. The Force was infinite, knowing no meaning of time, but existing everywhere, and every when, but there was a center point of divergences where the Force could only, and not know the outcome. Times was a web of lines moving across worlds sharing many things with a spider's web.
The web stretched across all of the various Universes linking them together and keeping them separate. Events would often reflect over the web onto other worlds. The Force could skip divergence points and sometimes saw outcomes. It, as the Force had no gender, stumbled upon its end and released the prophecy to guide the universe where the end would all begin. Of course the ridiculous minor beings had warped this prophecy and messed up ultimately creating the Scar. Yet there was hope.
R2 rolled after Leia, whistling goodbye to Luke and Luke waved after him before opening the great doors of the Jedi temple.
The Temple was deserted as the Jedi Grand Master walked through the halls, his footsteps echoing through them as he felt the undercurrent of emotions in the temple from that fateful night. He wandered into a room that had been left untouched. The ruins still stood and one could see the burns from lightsabers and blasters. Luke felt the long forgotten presence of Yoda and smiled as he went wandering over to a secluded area as he sat down to meditate.
Luke sank into the Force, entering its gray presence. Once immersed in the Force he created his body. When younglings started to meditate they would remain in the Force as their Force presence absorbing feelings. That was the boring part of meditations. A youngling would rise to initiate level if they could begin to collect their signature and create an eye which they could use to look at the Force. Once this was accomplished the Jedi Knights who were in charge of teaching had to put a time limit for meditation time. Benefits for Initiates and Padawan often included traveling to a different temple as one could see the Force differently in different locations. He swam through the Force observing the different tendrils of Force presences emitted by every living being. The Searchers were adept at finding Force sensitives through meditation, even possible trainees.
Trainees were non-Force sensitives that were trained by the Temple and were known throughout the galaxy as the master of their trade. Public appeal rose when the poorest person could have a chance at a better life if they were skilled enough.
Luke neared the scar where light and dark patterns conflicted brightly with the grey, peaceful sea. He swam closer watching as the battle between the two forces leaked into the peace. As if the scar noticed his approach tendrils of dark and light shot to him trying to convert him, whispering into his thoughts. Luke easily pushed them off and could have sworn that the Force was delighted in his success. He moved closer and all of a sudden the scar consumed him, sucking him into the turbulent sea. In the distance Luke could hear laughing and a surge of hope came through him from one last tendril of grey. His last thought before vanishing completely that his theory that the Force was sentient was very likely.
Approximately One thousand and Three Hundred Years in the Past:
Anakin Skywalker entered the Room of a Thousand Fountains with his mind in turmoil. For once he had taken his Master's advice to meditate and he wandered over to his secret spot where only Yoda ever found him, it was still a mystery how to him. Walking past one last fountain he stared in shock to find another fellow Jedi with his hood up, meditating. Anakin looked at him in confusion as nobody in the Jedi Temple kept their hood up. Staring at the floating figure, Anakin tried to think of who it could be. A rash impulse overcame Anakin and in a move that his Master would reprimand him forever for he moved to touch the figure ignoring the warning through the Force. His hand brushed the cloak and he found himself on the floor with a lightsaber to his neck.
This is my first fanfiction so please don't kill me. As one can guess, the Jedi Order changed drastically. There are couple of points that may need clarification.
1. Nobody knows that Luke Skywalker is still alive and the Jedi Grand Master. After all no one can live that long.
2. All potential Force sensitives and Trainees are considered Younglings who then graduate to Initiates, Padawans, Jedi, Jedi Knights, and Jedi Master, while Trainees after being a youngling are apprenticed to a couple of Jedi.
Hopefully that clears a few things up. I will try to update on a weekly basis, if not every other week. I am also looking for a Beta reader, if you are interested please P.M. me. Reviews are welcome, but please be respectful.