Chapter 2: Meeting Your Ancestor

Mace sighed as he deactivated his lightsaber and clipped it back on his belt. The words of Genma bothered him, he was certain that the man had been trained under a Sith Lord or at least this planet's equivalent. The man would return, that much was certain. It was only a question of how long until he did. And how much time he had to train Ranma and Shampoo. Mace found the girl's name slightly unusual but dismissed the thought; he had seen more unusual things in his life than a girl named after a hair product. Mace noticed that the old woman, Cologne, was staring at him intently. He was very much aware that he was on trial. He gave a respectful bow to the woman. "Is there something you wished to ask me, milady?"

Cologne bowed in return. "Yes but first I would like to know the name of the man who rescued my great-granddaughter and her fiancé from a potentially unfortunate fate. My name is Cologne, matriarch and Elder of this village."

"My name is Mace Windu. I am a member of the Jedi Order and a member of the Jedi High Council." He bowed again.

Cologne and several older people, most likely Elders, immediately bowed very low. "Master Jedi! You honor us by your presence!"

"Please do not bow to me." Mace said. "Jedi are not divine beings to be worshipped."

"Forgive us Master Windu." Cologne said as she rose. "But we owe the Jedi a great deal."

Mace looked at her, curious. "And just how do you owe the Jedi?"

Cologne looked very serious, her voice taking on one of a storyteller. "The Jedi; Masters of the Light and the Sith; Lords of Darkness descended from the heavens at the end of the Great War. They fought on the blessed and cursed ground known to us all as Jusenkyo. The powerful and terrible magic warped the world and the very fabric of life around them. Blood from the light and dark spilled there, staining the waters with red and leaving the impression of those magics used, even today. In the end, the remaining Jedi defeated the Lords of the Dark, sending them to the pit of darkness, and destroyed their forces. The remaining Jedi each went their own ways: One, a great bird went into the mountain of Jusendo to watch over us all, leading a small band of his own kind. He was changed by the very powers he wielded. Another group, made mostly of males made their home near a second mountain forming the Musk. One other group, comprised mostly of females, formed my very tribe, being our forbearers. A few left, wandering away, including the one that held them together and his wife."

Mace looked at her with a thoughtful expression. "You wouldn't happen to know the names of these Jedi or the Sith would you?"

Cologne smiled. "The avian, Master Windu was called Saffron, while our leader only allowed herself to be called the Jedi Exile. The Musk were lead by a Jedi named Atton Rand. The leader of the Jedi was named Revan, and his wife was Bastila Shan, those two wandered for a long time and eventually settled down in Japan."

Mace's face took on one of complete shock. He was so shocked that he staggered back a pace before losing his balance and he sat down on the ground. "You continue to amaze me, my friend." He whispered but Cologne heard him.

"What do you mean by that Master Windu?" She asked.

Mace looked at her. "I met Revan once." He said.

"How is that possible?" Another Elder exclaimed.

"A malfunction on Revan's ship brought him through time and we met." Mace replied. "He warned us about the impending destruction of our Order, but many refused to believe him. Shortly after, he and Bastila along with their two droids; HK-47 and T3-M4 decided to try and find a way to return to their own time. From your story and this young man," Mace gestured to Ranma and Shampoo who were sitting beside Cologne, Ranma's arm was draped around Shampoo who's head was resting on his shoulder. "I'd say that he succeeded."

"What do you mean?" Ranma asked, confused. "What do I have to do with this Revan guy?"

Mace looked at the boy thoughtfully. "Several reasons; One: That style of blade combat you used against Shampoo is extremely close to Revan's style. Two: Both you and Shampoo are exceptionally strong in the Force. Three: Revan and Bastila had a child. I know that for a fact. Four: You bear a striking resemblance to both Revan and Bastila. Five: You just used the Force when your father attempted to attack you and Shampoo." He smiled at them. "Need I go on?"

"I believe you've made your point Master Windu." Cologne chuckled. "But I'm curious as to what you meant when you said destruction of the Jedi Order."

Mace sighed tiredly. "The current Jedi Code prevents emotions and forbids relationships. One of our own, the strongest of our Order, was tricked into becoming a Sith Lord through a combination of another Sith Lord playing on his fear of losing the woman he loved, and my own actions."

"What you mean?" Shampoo asked.

"Anakin, the one who was manipulated, discovered the identity of the Sith Lord who ironically was the leader of our Republic; the Supreme Chancellor. He immediately sought me out and told me what he had discovered. I took three other Jedi Masters and went to arrest the Sith Lord. A battle ensued in which all three of the Masters I had brought with me were killed. Alone, I dueled Darth Sidious or Chancellor Palpatine as he was known to the Republic. I managed to knock his weapon out the window and I had him at my mercy. I intended to kill him, believing that he was too dangerous to be left alive as he had control of both the Senate and the Courts. Anakin arrived as I had my blade at his throat. He begged me not to kill him, saying that killing a defenseless prisoner is not the Jedi way. I refused to listen and swung my blade back to deliver the killing strike." Mace hung his head. "Anakin cut off my right hand and Darth Sidious blasted me out the window with a technique called Force Lightning. I fell for what seemed ages. I don't know how I survived, but I did. I spent eight years sneaking inside the ruined Jedi Temple, collected what little I could, acquired a ship, and finally came here. The Force led me to this place and I came across your village in time to see Ranma knock out his father and accept Shampoo's challenge. The rest you know."

"So you are the last of the Jedi?" Cologne asked.

Mace shook his head. "I am fairly certain that two other Jedi, both of them Masters and Council members survived, but I doubt if they know of my survival."

"Shampoo no understand." Shampoo pointed at Mace's gloved right hand. "You say Anakin cut off hand. How you have hand back?"

Mace looked sadly at it. "I did lose my hand. But I was able to get a replacement." He removed the glove and showed them the metal skeleton-like hand. Shampoo and Ranma both flinched slightly, as did almost all of the spectators, while Cologne looked at the metal appendage with interest. Mace put the glove back on and sighed.

"So what will you do now, Master Windu?" Cologne asked the dark skinned man.

"I am honestly not sure." Mace said. "Ranma and Shampoo need to be trained in the ways of the Force. That much is certain, but I don't think I'm the right person to do it."

"But who else know Force?" Shampoo interjected.

"She's right." Ranma said. "If you don't who can?"

"I believe I can help you there." All eyes turned to Cologne.

The expression on Mace's face was a cross between interest and shock. "You know the ways of the Force, Elder Cologne? Forgive me but I do not sense that you have a real affinity to it."

Cologne laughed. "Oh I know that I can't teach them."

"Then what did you mean?" Ranma asked.

"Revan left something with our tribe before he and his wife left." Cologne explained. "He claimed that one day his descendant would come to claim his legacy."

Mace perked up. "What exactly did he leave, Elder Cologne?"

"I believe he called it a Holocron." Cologne smirked at the complete shock on the Jedi Master's face. "I see that's grabbed your attention. Tomorrow I will give it to you but for now, all of us need rest and it's getting late." She turned and looked at Ranma and Shampoo. "You two will come as well." With that she hopped off in the direction of her hut after instructing that the two guest houses be prepared for Mace and Ranma.

The next day:

"Here it is!" Cologne shouted triumphantly. She emerged from the mountain of objects held within the Artifact Vault and made her way over to where her three guests were waiting. She held out the artifact to Mace. He gingerly took it and inspected it.

"So what's it supposed to do?" Ranma asked, looking at the large black cube. "Looks like an oversized dice to me."

"A Holocron is basically a storage and training device." Mace said. "It records all the knowledge that its creator has as well as taking on their personality. The Holocron will usually allow anyone to access its knowledge when activated by the Force." He frowned. "But this one must be damaged. I just tried to activate it and nothing happened. Very strange."

"Can I see it?" Ranma asked.

Mace shrugged. "By all means, if you are Revan's descendant, then this rightfully belongs to you." He handed it to the silver-haired boy. The Holocron glowed blue the instant it touched Ranma's skin and sprang into the air. "How did you do that?" Mace demanded as all eyes turned to the boy.

"I don't know!" Ranma exclaimed. "I just touched it and it went crazy!"

"Perhaps I can explain it." All of them froze at the sound of a new voice. Slowly they turned to see the glowing outline of a young man in his late twenties standing exactly where the Holocron had been hovering a moment ago.

"Revan!" Mace breathed. Revan looked exactly as he had when he had left; silver hair tied back in a braid, black cloak worn over his personal customized battle armor, double-sided lightsaber hilt hanging from his belt, his face had his trademark cocky-yet-confident grin on it.

"Hello Master Windu." Revan bowed. "It's been quite some time."

"Indeed it has, Master Revan." Mace bowed. "It's good to see you, my friend."

Revan smiled warmly. "It's good to see you too."

Cologne and Shampoo were staring at the man. He looked like an older version of Ranma. Ranma felt like he was staring into a mirror. Shampoo spoke up. "How you be here when you is dead?"

Revan turned to her. "My body may be dead, young Amazon, but my soul resides in this Holocron. I am simply using it to project an image of myself so that I may speak with you." He looked at Ranma and frowned for an instant. "Sorry, but for a moment I felt like I was seeing myself. I take it you're my descendant?"

"I… I guess so." Ranma stuttered.

Revan smiled. "Well I'd say you are since only a descendant of mine could activate my Holocron."

"Why is that Revan?" Mace asked.

"I bloodlocked it." Revan replied. "So that incase it fell into the wrong hands, they would not be able to access my knowledge. A safeguard if you will. As added insurance, I made it so that only the one destined to inherit my powers and abilities could unlock this Holocron."

Ranma smirked. "A bit paranoid ain't ya?"

Revan laughed. "When you have as much power and skills as I did in life, you have to be a little paranoid." He turned to Shampoo. "And who might you be young lady?"

"Me Shampoo. Me Ranma's fiancé!" She proudly declared.

"You're quite lucky Ranma." Revan said, chuckling as his descendant blushed. He studied Shampoo. "I sense that you are very strong in the Force." His face turned to one of shock. "By any chance, are you descended from a woman known as 'The Jedi Exile'?"

Cologne answered. "Yes. She and I are direct descendants of her."

"That explains her looks and her powerful connection to the Force." Revan said. His brow suddenly furrowed in thought. "By any chance, have either of you heard the other's voice in your minds?"

Shampoo nodded. "I hear Ranma's words when no good man try and attack us."

Ranma also nodded. "The same thing happened to me but what does it mean?"

Revan grinned again. "It means that the two of you are connected through the Force. Through this bond each of you can hear the other's thoughts, feel their feelings, talk to each other in your minds. Essentially your souls are intertwined."

"Much like you and Bastila isn't it Revan?" Mace inquired.

Revan nodded. "Precisely! The two of you are linked closer than anyone could ever dream of being." He looked at Ranma and suddenly his smile was replaced by a look of pure horror.

"What is it?" Mace asked.

"Ranma, were you by any chance taught a technique called the Neko-ken?" Revan asked slowly.

"The forbidden technique!" Cologne exclaimed.

All eyes turned to her. "You know of it?" Revan asked in surprise.

Cologne nodded. "Only a complete fool and utter idiot would learn that technique! While it is said to make the wielder undefeatable, it curses it's user."

Mace looked scared for the first time. "What do you mean 'cursed'?"

Ranma spoke up. "It causes the user to go temporarily insane." All eyes turned to him. "Your mind is shoved to the darkest recesses while a beast takes over until it can be calmed down and the human mindset can reclaim control of its body. It causes pure destruction and chaos." He shuddered.

Revan looked at his descendant sadly. "So you were taught it."

Ranma nodded glumly. "My dad taught it to me when I was very young."

"How it taught?" Shampoo asked as she hugged her bond-mate.

"Through a form of torture." Revan's mouth was set in a straight line. "The student is wrapped in something, usually fish or meat, and thrown into an inescapable pit of starving cats and sealed there for days, sometimes weeks, until a cat personality is formed." He sighed. "After that, whenever the student hears of sees a member of the feline family, their 'Cat Persona' takes over."

"Oh Ranma!" Shampoo hugged him closer to her as tears began to fall from her eyes.

Cologne just looked plain pissed off. "You should have let us kill him then and there Son-in-law." Her face grew very dark. "If I had known about this before, I would have killed him myself, even if you begged me not to."

"But he is my father." Ranma said. "I couldn't kill him, unless it was either him or me in a life or death situation."

"You're too kind boy." Cologne growled.

"Nevertheless he is right." Revan said judiciously. "If he murdered his father outside of a duel, he would be scarred beyond imagination." He looked at Ranma and Shampoo, then at Mace. "I'm surprised that you haven't started training them Master Windu."

Mace shook his head. "I nearly murdered Palpatine in cold blood, and lost my hand in the bargain. I do not deserve to teach them."

"I see." Revan said. "So the Jedi Order is all but extinct. Well that's good."

"Good?" Mace asked.

"How can you say that when they were massacred!" Cologne exclaimed.

"Because now we have a chance to remake the Jedi." Revan calmly replied. "The code that Master Windu learned is not the original code."

"What do you mean?" Mace asked.

"The code that you and Yoda learned was created out of fear that the old code led people to the Dark Side." Revan explained. "Your code basically made people slaves to the will of the Jedi Council. Emotionless robots that were punished harshly if they made mistakes. Your code prevented Jedi from even acknowledging that they even had emotions. Here is the code you go by:

There is no Emotion there is Peace.

There is no Passion there is Serenity.

There is no Ignorance there is Knowledge.

There is no Chaos there is Harmony.

There is no Death there is the Force

That is the Code that doomed the Order." Revan said. "I believe that if you go back to the original Jedi Code, you will be able to change the Jedi for the better and make them into something new. Here is the original Jedi Code and it is the one I lived by:

There is Emotion, yet there is Peace.

There is Passion, yet there is Serenity.

There is Ignorance, yet there is Knowledge.

There is Chaos, yet there is Harmony.

There is Death, yet there is the Force.

So tell me, what do you think?" Revan asked.

"It seems to me that this code allows for mistakes and allows us to be human." Ranma said.

Revan nodded. "True. This code acknowledges that you have emotions, but warns you not to let them control you. I personally think that the code was altered by a Sith that infiltrated the Jedi Order to plant the seeds of destruction."

"That makes sense." Mace agreed. "As I have no knowledge of the old code, Revan, I ask you to train your descendant and his fiancé."

"That's fine with me." Revan replied. "But if you're going to be a part of the New Jedi Order, then you're gonna be training alongside them."

Mace bowed. "Thank you Master Revan."

Ranma and Shampoo bowed as well. "Thank you Master." Ranma said.

"Think nothing of it!" Revan said with a smile. "Now the first thing is to…" He trailed off.

"What is it?" Mace asked.

Revan looked grim. "I sense that a Sith is approaching. Earth has very little time. I didn't want to do this, but I'm going to have to speed up your training."

"What do you mean?" Ranma asked.

"I mean that I'm gonna hafta implant my teachings directly into your minds." Revan said with a frown. "I will give you everything I know. Absolutely everything. But it will be up to you to control it." He looked at Ranma. "Particularly you Ranma."

"What you mean Master?" Shampoo asked fearfully, still holding Ranma in her embrace.

"Ranma has more darkness inside him than the rest of you, most likely from the Neko-ken. The Sith will try and take advantage of it. You will need to conquer your darkness or you may hurt everyone you care about." Revan looked at the two teenagers. "Before I begin, I would like to know what your preferred style of sword fighting is. Do you prefer using one blade, two, or a double-sided?"

"Shampoo use one blade." Shampoo said.

"Very good." Revan said. "And you, Ranma?"

"Well I'm good with a staff-sword." Ranma said. "But I'm just as comfortable with using two swords."

Revan had a gleam in his eye. "You really are my descendant. I did exactly the same thing. Now Mace you already have what you need so I won't need to include you in this."

"What are you going to do?" Cologne asked.

"I'm going to transfer everything I know about lightsaber combat into their minds based on their style, as well as all of my knowledge of the Force. I'm sorry but I must ask that you leave until I'm finished, you might be hurt." Revan said and spread out his arms as Cologne and Mace bowed and left the room. "Are you ready to receive this gift?"

Ranma and Shampoo looked at each other before nodding as well. "We're ready Revan." Ranma said.

"Then brace yourselves." Revan said, stretching his hands at his descendant and his fiancé. "This may hurt a bit." As he spoke, beams of golden energy shot from his fingertips and slammed into the two of them.

Genma Saotome pushed himself up into a groveling position after being pummeled into the cold hard ground again for the tenth time that same day. He was in bad shape from the start, meaning his health and his standards, but now he was FUBARed. He was covered head to toe in bruises, his nose and mouth were dripping blood onto the soil and his left eye was swollen shut from a nasty black eye. Just as he had predicted, after he had revived his sleeping master from inside the Forgotten Mountain he immediately began to regret it. Genma burrowed his bald head deeper into the ground as far as it could go, he knew that this would happen but he had hoped that his 'Master' had forgotten what he and Soun had done to him nineteen years ago, after all the master had been asleep the whole time. Apparently he hadn't, for as soon as he had told the old master what happened during the time he was asleep from his long nap, a seventeen year long nap, Happosai was beyond pissed. The tiny withered old man had given his obese 'student' a beating that was far worse than his horrendous training, Genma was lucky enough to still be breathing, despite being in unendurable pain.

He lifted his swollen badly deformed face to the man that was his master. His master Happosai was really a very old and very little old man, with big round eyes and wore a black colored ninja suit, but despite his age and his size, he packed a hell of a punch. Literally.

"GENMA YOU TRAITOROUS, COWARDLY, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING WASTE OF HUMAN FLESH!" The old Master bellowed at the top of his little lungs. "HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR WORTHLESS FACE AFTER YOU AND THAT WHINEY SPINELESS WHELP SEALED ME IN THAT DAMN MOUNTAIN FOR SEVENTEEN YEARS!" Happosai bellowed, he seized his heavy breathing before going on. "And now you have the gall to tell me that you've allowed some Amazon bimbo to claim your heir?"

"Well I didn't actually say claim…"

BAM!

"SHUT UP I'M STILL TALKING HERE!" Happosai landed back on his feet after kicking Genma in the face. "How dare you call yourself a disciple of the Anything-Goes School when you couldn't even handle a rowdy punk you call a son!"

"Please forgive me Master." Genma begged in a whimpering tone. "I did the best I could, but he are no ordinary kid that I had to raise. I took him to China to train and despite my warnings we wound up at Jusenkyo. I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen to me. He cursed me and we ended up in the village of Amazons where he was kidnapped by the Chinese whore." He bowed his head again. "That's why I came back here to wake you up because I know that only you can vanquish the Amazons and the man with a sword of pure light and save my son. Please Master, I beg you to forgive me." He sobbed, still groveling on the ground before his evil master, just as he and Soun had always done when they were in training.

Happosai narrowed his round eyes at his once pupil. "Sword of pure light you say?"

Genma lifted his head again. "Yes Master."

The old Master looked straight ahead of him, he was very old and had fought many opponents but he didn't think that he would ever face a Jedi again. 'Still no matter how the circumstances have accrued to this point, I can't allow the Jedi to know the secrets of the Anything-Goes art, especially if they have sided with the Amazons. Though I do look forward to fighting a Jedi again…' He turned back to his groveling pupil. "So tell me Genma, where are your son and this strange man now?" Unbeknownst to the old master, a sly smile found its way onto Genma's fat face and it went as fast as it came when he lifted his head to his Master.