A/N: I do not own Infamous or Star Wars: I just love the series. No money is being made off of this.

Chapter One

Being dead was a lot like floating in a pool: you didn't feel anything and your body was completely relaxed. Things like this do not happen if you are not dead. Slowly opening his eyes as if waking from a pleasant dream, Cole took a look around. He seemed to be in a large and very clean white room, almost like a hospital room. A window showed the outside world to be a blazing combination of color and light. Looking down, he saw he was in his old courier clothes, like those he used to wear in Empire City.

"Where am I?" he wondered. His surroundings were impeccably clean, and he swore he could detect the faint smell of lilac. He noticed he was lying in a bed; but it was unlike any bed he had been in. The sheets were incredibly soft and the pillows felt as light as air. "This is nice," he thought, leaning his head back.

Hearing a door open, he tried to sit up. He couldn't move much: most his body seemed to be completely limp, as if still asleep. Figures moved behind a screen, just out of eyesight but their voices were not entirely muffled.

"Hello?" he called out, wishing his body would respond. The figures ceased to chatter and slowly stepped out from behind the curtain. His eyes widened in shock at what he saw.

"Hello Cole," said Trish, a smile gracing her face. Oh how he had always loved that smile. He looked over at the man standing next to her. "Kessler?" he asked, not sure how to respond. "What are you doing here? What am I doing here?"

Kessler just smiled as well, his features not as ravaged by age. "I am dead, Cole. You should know that; you're the one who finished me off," he said without a sign of anger. He sounded almost glad.

"Am I dead?" Cole asked, still wondering what he was doing here. Trish let out a laugh, her voice full of love.

"Far from it; you're just experiencing a little taste of what awaits you Cole," she said. "You're just in a bit of limbo. I don't think we'll see you again for quite some time."

Cole wanted to scratch his head. "So, if I'm not dead, and this is just a taste of the afterlife, what happens next?" Kessler patted Trish on the shoulder; his shoulders drooped slightly as if carrying some unseen and heavy burden.

"You're going to wake up, Cole, and move on with your life. We must warn you though, where you are going, things are much different," Kessler said, shaking his bald head. "Honestly, I don't know what you're going to do. But I'm sure you'll make the best of it: you always have."

Trish patted Cole on the hand. "Now wake up Cole, wake up..." Cole's eyes closed against their will and he felt himself moving, as though being forced through a large tube.

Cole's eyes shot open and he found himself in another strange predicament. Only this time, he was several miles up and was falling towards what looked to be a planet. Strangely, it looked nothing like New Marais or even Earth: it was entirely covered in an enormous city.

Trying to overcome the first shock of seeing this, Cole felt his mind become further unbalanced when something that looked like a flying car shot past him. But enough of that: back to the task at hand. Knowing the fall wouldn't hurt him, Cole studied his current trajectory. It seemed he was about to land in front of a large and ornate temple of some kind. Hundreds of tiny figures bustled around on the ground below.

"I can't just thunder drop there, someone might get hurt," he muttered to himself, the wind rushing past his ears. He tried his static thrusters, hoping to slow down a bit: nothing.

"Well," he said, bracing himself for impact as the ground was only a few hundred feet away. "Here goes nothing." Seconds later, he smashed into the hard surface, absolutely pulverizing the substance into chunks and dust. Cole felt himself sink deeper and deeper into the stuff. When he stopped moving, he felt that he had not fallen that deep into the material. He had only gone about a foot in, with numerous cracks leading off from his impact point. He snorted: some of the dust had entered his nose.

Getting up slowly, Cole brushed himself off and looked around. A large crowd of what at first seemed to be people had gathered around him. Looking closer, he saw that almost none of them were human. In fact, many of them looked to be an alien of some sort.

"Well this is certainly strange, but then again I've seen stranger," he thought, looking down at his crater. He let out a slight chuckle when he saw his impact had created a cartoon-like impression of him in the ground. Looking up again, he felt the need to drain some electricity. Sending out a radar pulse, he saw the entire area was just bathed in electricity: it was like the entire city was one giant battery. Walking up to a weird lamp-post thing, he drained the energy out from it. Feeling refreshed, he turned and saw several robed beings standing between him and the crowd. They had drawn what looked to be several silver canisters of sorts.

A cold metallic object pressed into the back of his temple. Peering out of the corner of his eye, he saw an alien pointing what looked to be a gun at his head, the weapon trembling slightly. Spinning quickly, Cole knocked it out of his hands, sending it flying over a ledge.

"Did you think I would be that easy to take down?" he asked. The creature stood there, puzzled by his words before quickly drawing another weapon. Before Cole could react, the gun-like weapon fired a beam of light that struck him in the shoulder. Nearby people jumped out of the way of Cole, as if expecting him to fall backwards onto them.

Cole could barely feel the impact, but the pain itself was almost non-existent. Getting angry, Cole leaped at the creature, knocked the weapon out of its surprised hand and pressed his own hand to the creature's face. "Let's see what you know," he said. Before the creature could retaliate, Cole looked into his mind and saw what he was looking for.

"I'll take that," he said, draining the information from the creature's brain directly into his own. Letting go, Cole watched as the creature ran off, an expression of pure horror etched on its features. He looked back at the robed figures and saw they were advancing on him. Shaking his head, he tried his mouth out with the language he had 'flash-learned' from the alien.

"Uh," he said. "Take me to your leader?" The robed figures looked at each other, and then one nodded and beckoned him to follow them. As Cole walked past the shocked bystanders, he saw he was being led into the temple. "I wonder what this is all about," he thought, scratching his head.

Walking through what Cole could only assume was the main entrance, it became apparent the temple appeared to be more of a home than he had previously thought. Dozens of people were walking around, human and alien of all kinds.

Some of the people would stare at him as he passed with the others. "Probably my clothes," he thought, looking down at himself. He should really wash these clothes, but he couldn't just take a shower or a bath: since he had to avoid water, those damn sponge baths had become so tedious.

Cole looked up and saw he had arrived at a series of doors. The people escorting him came to a stop, so he did so as well.

"Wait here," one of them said. He walked through the door and entered the room. Soon after, Cole could hear voices. The only problem was, they were indistinct and Cole couldn't help but look at the rest of his surroundings.

"Just where the in hell am I?" he wondered. The voices soon ceased and the robed figure walked back out, an expression of both surprise and thought etching his features.

"They are ready for you now," he said, gesturing for Cole to come into the room. Cole walked through the doors and found himself in what seemed to be a council chamber. Several robed figures of all shapes and sizes were sitting in chairs; all eyes were on him as he made his way to the center of the room.

"Uh," Cole said, looking around. "Hello."

A little green thing spoke up. "Jedi Master Yoda, I am. Your name, what is?" Cole wasn't sure he had heard that correctly. Did that little thing just speak backwards?

"Uh, my name is Cole: Cole MacGrath." Another robed figure spoke up, this one a dark-skinned human.

"Where are you from, Cole?" Cole simply shrugged his shoulders.

"From Earth," he said. The figures started to converse again, their whispers fervent. Cole got the impression that not only had he never heard of this place, but they had never heard of Earth either.

"Not familiar with this system, I am," said the troll named Yoda. "Survive your fall, how did you?"

Cole shrugged his shoulders. "I'm a Conduit; my powers allow me to do things others can't."

The dark-skinned human spoke next. "What do you mean by powers?" He seemed to be tense, as if expecting something was wrong.

"I can do things others can't," he replied. Yoda spoke up again, his ears twitching as it did so.

"Demonstrate, could you?" he said, leaning forward as if expecting something.

Cole thought there was a sense of fear in the room, though he didn't know why. "Sure."

He pumped out the electricity onto his arms, making it arc and spark across his skin. The beings all reached into their robes and pulled out their own metal cylinders; several jumped from their seats. Cole stopped the electricity on his arms, confused.

"Will someone please explain to me everything that's going on?" Yoda spoke up again as the standing Jedi sat back down with wary looks.

"Only a few, powers they have like that," he said. "Evil, the Sith are."

"Oh," said Cole, realizing they thought he was one of these Sith. "What can I do to convince you I'm not a Sith?"

"We'll see," said the dark-skinned man. "For now, you will be given a room and watched. Make no mistake; we'll think of something for you to do."

One of the women present spoke up. "Should we give him a tour of the temple and the surrounding areas?" The one called Yoda nodded, his expression a mixture of deep thought and interest.

As Cole was escorted from the room by the four Jedi waiting outside, he had no idea just how he would change everything in this galaxy.