This story takes place after the end of season six of the Clone Wars.
The streets of Coruscant were crowded as Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker made his way to a speeder rental shop. Anakin was running an errand for his secret wife, Padme Amidala, that would involve a trip to the industrial area, halfway around the planet. He was about to pay for a day's rental when he heard something outside.
"Hold it," it was the easily recognizable voice of a clone trooper.
Anakin exited the building in time to see a cloaked figure run past him, weaving through the crowd. Three clone troopers were chasing after him. Anakin pulled one clone aside as they passed.
"What's going on trooper?" He asked.
"That kid snuck into the Jedi Temple hanger and stole a circuit board from one of the Starfighters," the clone explained.
"We can get it replaced," Anakin assured the clone, "so there's no reason to go running after some-"
"It was from your Starfighter sir," the clone cut him off.
Anakin immediately booked it after the kid, rushing past the other two troopers with blinding speed. The kid looked back and saw him coming, applying a burst of speed to keep Anakin from reaching him.
Whoever this kid is, Anakin thought, the Force is strong with him.
Anakin extended his hand, grabbing the kid's cloak with the Force. He pulled it back hard enough to subdue him, but with enough slack to not kill him. The kid fell flat on his back and Anakin caught up to him, the clones not far behind. The kid was about to get up, but Anakin pushed him down.
"Stay down," Anakin exclaimed.
He examined the kid. He looked to be about fifteen years old and had dark brown hair, styled in a way so that it covered his right eye. He glared at Anakin with his left eye which was chestnut brown. His outfit, cloak excluded, seemed to be made from mis-matched pieces of clone armor. The chest plate and arm guards were from rookie armor, while the belt, cod piece and leg guards were those of scout troops. He lacked bicep and thigh guards, but probably didn't need them, judging from the lightsaber on his belt. His undersuit was the standard black, though he lacked gloves. His hands were instead wrapped in bandages. Anakin could see a hint of a burn along the edges.
Anakin grabbed the kid's Lightsaber and signalled for the troopers to apprehend the him. As the kid was taken away, Anakin examined the saber. It was similar to his own in design, but was a little shorter, definitely designed for single-handed use. It had the sheen of a brand new Lightsaber. Curious, Anakin activated the saber and was a little shocked at the colour of the blade. The blade was black, a blade colour that Anakin had only heard about in Obi-wan's report on the Dark Saber.
Anakin deactivated the saber and activated his com, contacting Padme.
"Padme?" Anakin called, "You're going to have to ask someone else to run this errand. Something just came up."
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Anakin stood outside a holding cell in the Jedi Temple, still examining the kid's Lightsaber. Mace Windu exited the cell, which the kid was being held in.
"Do you know who he is Master Windu?" Anakin asked.
"Yes," Windu replied, "his name is Dalkos Minara. He was thought to have died with his master, Kevaan Rez, eight years ago, during a diplomatic mission on Jakku."
"But now we know that he's alive. But why would he steal from the temple? Isn't he still a part of the order?"
"He may not believe himself to be. Eight years is a long time to survive by one's self. There is a chance that he may have chosen to exile himself from the Jedi Order for being unable to help his master. With that in mind, he probably still doesn't know."
"Doesn't know what?"
"That his younger sister was born and later inducted into the order shortly after he disappeared."
"What!?" Dalkos yelled from within the cell, "I have a sister!?"
The security console outside the cell crumpled and sparked through the force and the cell door opened, allowing Dalkos to run out of the cell, snatching his Lightsaber back as he passed Anakin, using it to cut his restraints. Anakin and Mace gave chase.
Dalkos ran through the halls of the temple, letting the Force guide him to his sister. However, it wasn't his sister that the Force guided him to, it was the council chamber. Dalkos skidded to a halt in the middle of the chamber, looking around, confused. The only occupied seats were those of Kit Fisto, Shaak Ti, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Master Yoda. Anakin and Mace managed to catch up as Dalkos looked to Yoda.
"Hello Dalkos," Yoda chuckled, "a long time, it has been."
"Master Yoda?" Dalkos continued to look around, "But where-?"
"Looking for Mona, you are. Close, she is," Yoda looked over to Mace's empty seat, "do not be afraid. Your brother, he is."
A little girl poked her head out from behind the seat. Her long brown hair was accented with a red ribbon and her blue-grey eyes stared into the exposed brown eye of her brother. She hesitantly stepped out from her hiding spot to reveal her outfit. She wore a sleeveless Jedi tunic and black leggings. She wore brown boots that made it up to her knees and red gloves that reached all the way up to the halfway point of her biceps. The detail that really caught Dalkos' attention was the Padawan braid resting beside her neck.
Dalkos was about to talk to Mona when she ran right past him. He turned around and saw why. Meva Brun, the first goddess to join the Jedi Order, was standing behind Anakin and Mace.
"Hello Meva," Dalkos greeted her, "bet you thought you'd never see me again. Are you my sister's master?"
Meva said nothing and walked away, Mona following close behind. Dalkos waited a few moments before exiting the room.
"I'm clearly not wanted here," Dalkos pointed out, "but if you ever need me, I'll be at the public spaceport. I'm one of the guys who lives in his ship. Just look for the big blue and black one. You can't miss it. But just in case, I'm at dock 23."
If anyone has any OC's they want me to include, please message me. Otherwise, tell me what you think. Should I keep going with this story?