SPIDER-MAN and OOLA
by Gunman
Disclaimer: I do not own Spider Man or Star Wars or their characters.
Summery: Spider-Man helps The Alliance prepare for their battle against the Empire. All the while Oola tries to figure out her own place in the universe now that she is free.
Idea from wereknight.
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Chapter 2
Lieutenant Parker
(Millennium Falcon)
When Peter had seen the high-tech, saucer-shaped space ship that was capable of traveling at light-speed, he naturally had tons of questions regarding the technology of their universe.
After telling Leia, Han and the others of the world he came from, and the life he had lived (he had told Oola about his life while they were in their holding cell, how he had acquired his powers and why he did what he did as Spider-Man) the group of Rebels were only more confidant that Peter would be an asset to their crusade against The Empire.
The main problem, as Peter saw it, was that the letters and characters of their universe were different than what Peter was used to reading. Fortunately, he was intelligent enough to learn and adapt to a new language system. With a little help from C-3PO and Leia as to what each symbol meant, he was quickly able to read the words off of their terminals.
Peter in turn was able to teach Oola, who had lacked the basic fundamentals of an education while in Jabba's palace.
Eventually, the Falcon reached the rendezvous point, and Peter and Oola saw dozens of ships of various styles and sizes floating together in a tight formation.
"Whoa! That's your fleet?" Peter asked.
"That's it." Leia said with pride. "Dozens of ships, thousands of soldiers. Our last and best chance to overthrow the Empire."
"All this advanced technology. Not sure what I can bring to your cause." Peter said.
"Like I said, I'm sure we can find a place for you." Leia replied.
When the Falcon docked aboard the largest ship in the fleet, which Leia called Home One, the brown-haired woman personally escorted Peter and Oola to see Mon Mothma, a high-ranking member of the Alliance.
"So this Mon Mothra is your leader?" Peter asked, rather amazed that the people around them weren't staring at him and whispering about his appearance.
Then again, there were several alien species about so his red and blue costume wasn't too unusual.
Oola stuck close to Peter, her arms hugging his left arm as he followed Leia.
"Mon Mothma." Leia corrected him. "She's one of the people who helped form the Alliance, over six years ago. Along with my father, Bail Organa, military leader Garm Bel Iblis, and Jedi Master Rahm Kota, they were the start of the Rebel Alliance.
Just then, as if by fate, they encountered a pair of unique individuals.
One was an older-looking man with pale white eyes that indicated his lack of vision. He was dressed in a combination of robes and armor, including wrist gauntlets and gray boots, and carried a cylinder-like object that looked like Luke's on his belt. The second was a younger-looking female with pale skin, orange eyes, black braided hair, and small horns protruding from her head. She was dressed in a pair of black leather pants and tube-top, and carried a pair of tonfa-like weapons on her hips.
"Master Kota. Maris. I'm glad to see you." Leia said to the pair.
"And you as well, Princess. I sense you have new allies for the Alliance." the older man, whom Peter identified as Rahm Kota, said as he 'looked' at both Peter and Oola.
"They look young." the woman, called Maris, said.
"Yes, but they're a lot more than they seem." Leia assured.
Rahm waved his right hand towards the pair, smiling as he read their auras.
"Yes. I agree. Welcome to the Alliance." Rahm said as he gave the pair a nod before continuing on.
Maris gave them a curt nod before following her master.
"Are they Jedi, like Luke?" Peter asked.
"Yes. Maris is Rahm Kota's padawan." Leia said.
"Padawan?" Peter asked.
"I think it means 'learner'. She's supposed to learn how to be a Jedi from Master Kota." Leia explained.
"Luke said there aren't a lot of Jedi left." Peter said.
"No. Most of them were killed years ago, when the Empire took over. Now there are only a few left. We're lucky to have at least three with us now." Leia said.
Suddenly, a shrieking voice caught everyone's attention.
"Oola? OOLA!" a female voice shouted.
"Sienn'rha?" Oola gasped as a blue-skinned female Twi'lek in a white and silver dress rushed towards the green-skinned Twi'lek and tackled her in a hug.
"You're Alive! I'm So Happy!" the blue Twi'lek, identified as Sienn'rha, cried as she hugged her friend tightly.
"I'm glad to see you too! I have so much to tell you!" Oola said as she hugged her old friend.
The last time they had seen each other, was when Luke was in Mos Eisley and rescued them, about two years ago.
Though to Oola it seemed much longer than that. Another life time ago.
Peter and Leia just smiled and watched as the two obviously-friends reunited.
"Oh! Who's this?" Sienn'rha asked, seeing Peter standing next to Princess Leia.
Oola smiled as she led her oldest friend over to her newest one.
"Sienn'rha, this is Peter, the man who saved me in Jabba's palace. Peter, this is Sienn'rha, my oldest friend from Ryloth, my home world." Oola introduced.
Peter gave a small bow to the blue Twi'lek. "Nice to meet you. Peter Parker, at your service."
"You saved Oola from Jabba's palace, it is I who should be at your service." Sienn'rha said with a smile as she shook Peter's hand gently, rubbing her thumb over his hand somewhat affectionately.
Oola gave her oldest friend a small frown, before hugging Peter's arm tightly.
"He's mine, Sienn! Get your own!" Oola hissed slightly.
"It's not my fault he's cute!" Sienn'rha said to her friend, keeping a tight grip on Peter's hand.
Leia just laughed at the display of affection which seemed to have Peter flustered a bit.
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After meeting with Mon Mothma, a stern and regal looking woman in her fifties with short red hair, and getting both Peter and Oola checked out by the ship's medical doctor, (which Peter was stunned to learn was a robot), to make sure they weren't carrying anything dangerous or subversive, Leia was able to get Peter and Oola their own quarters, which came with a shower and a personal computer.
Oola was grateful to have the shower, only because it was a luxury she had been denied for years on Tatooine.
While the Twi'lek dancer indulged herself, Peter took the time to look up the necessary information that had peaked his curiosity.
With the rest of the fleet assembling, Leia gave Peter access to the Republics history and technical data reports, so as to catch him up in the 'math and science' department of their universe.
Peter was already marveling at the highly advanced technology that was around him when he arrived on Home One. He was also slightly surprised to find out that the ship belonged to Admiral Gial Ackbar and his race, the Mon Calamari, whom to Peter looked like humanoid squid people.
The ship itself was 1300 meters long, with a crew of approximately 5,402, and had been modified from a civilian deep-space exploration vessel, into the lead battleship of the Alliance. It could carry 1,200 troops and 20,000 metric tons of cargo.
There were more details and logistics involved that Peter could see, but just from that brief review of the statistics of this one ship, it showed that this universe was by far more advanced than any society he had been a part of previously.
Oh, he knew that there were several alien races, such as the Kree, The Skrulls, and the Shi'ar, that had such technologically advanced lifestyles, but he was part of the Earth-race, and that meant a very limited technological advancement.
Looking back at the screen, Peter continued to read.
Prior to the rise of the Galactic Empire, approximately 23 years ago, everything had been known as the Galactic Republic, which had lasted for at least 25,000 years. It was a democracy, ruled by a Senate that was headed by a Supreme Chancellor.
Much like the United States was headed by a president.
Then came the Clone Wars, the largest interstellar conflict not seen since the formation of the Republic. A group of planets, known as the Confederacy of Independent Systems, led by a man known as Count Dooku, broke away from the Republic, and with their army of droids sought to establish a new order, even accusing the current Republic of being corrupt.
The Clone Wars only lasted four years, but it shook the entire galaxy and the Republic so much, that The Emperor was able to manipulate events so that he could completely take control of everything, making himself the absolute ruler of a tyrannical regime where only he made the rules.
The whole thing was made worse by the fact that The Emperor was a Sith, the evil enemies of the Jedi Knights, who for over 1000 generations had protected the Republic. The Emperor, known as Palpatine, had managed to stay under the Jedi's radar, and manipulated everything from Count Dooku and the Separatists breaking away, to the creation of the Clone Army, to the war itself, to the devastating Order 66 which resulted in the execution of hundreds of Jedi throughout the galaxy.
Peter sighed as he turned away from the computer.
It's a far larger universe I've landed in than the one I used to know. Peter thought as he tried to comprehend everything that had happened to him in such a short period of time. I'm pretty much out of my depth here. And of course, there is something else to consider. He thought as Oola walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in only a white towel. Wow!
Oola smiled when she noticed that Peter was staring at her. She couldn't blame him. Her skin, now freshly washed, was a much brighter shade of green than it had previously been on Tatooine. The dirt and sand and grime that had coated Oolas features from her time in Jabba's palace were gone, giving her a more glowing appeal than before.
Her years of dancing had conditioned her body to an attractive and shapely image. And her dexterity and agility from dancing had only added to her gracefulness and sensuality.
Plus she had not noticed any sign of revulsion or disgust coming from Peter. He liked how she looked, though there was something stopping him from doing anything about it.
Or was it her?
Oola had suffered horribly at the hands of Jabba's men, and any notion of intimacy should have been either suppressed in her mind, or made her completely repulsed.
Then again, Jabba and his men weren't exactly paragons of beauty. Much like the Rancor that was living underneath Jabba's throne room, no one in Jabba's palace was in any way attractive to her.
(This did not include the female singers who were treated better than she had been)
Peter, however, was a sharp contrast to them. He wasn't just physically appealing to the Twi'lek dancer, he was also kind, understanding, helpful and brave. And while powerful and skillful, he was also humble and intelligent.
Being the first attractive male she had seen in years, Oola found herself wanting to give herself to this stranger from another universe.
Yes, Peter had told the beautiful alien dancer about his life: where he had come from, how he gained his powers, what kind of life he had lived, and how he (and Dr. Doom) had come to this place.
While she hadn't really understood most of what he had told her, she was nevertheless willing to believe what he said. Mostly due to the fact that she owed him something.
Oh, Peter would never accept her body as payment, she knew this, but the more she thought about it, the more she actually liked the idea of being a 'gift' to him.
"Oola?"
"Wah.. Yes, Peter?" she gasped, shaken out of her thoughts.
"Are you alright?" he asked, standing next to her.
Oola blushed a little as she smiled.
"Sorry. I was just thinking about a few... things... and..."
"And what? You can tell me."
Oola said nothing as she looked at him, before lunging towards him, wrapping her arms around his torso and hugging him tightly.
Peter was a little shocked, but hugged the nearly naked woman back.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"You." she managed to say.
"Me?"
"You saved me from a horrible life. You did it because it was right. You asked for no reward. I can't help but feel close to you, even though..." she confessed to him.
"Even though... you don't feel like being close, because of what Jabba and his boys did to you." Peter replied to her.
"Yes. I... I'm sorry, I..."
"Friends don't owe debts to each other." he said soothingly to her. "I saved you because I have a responsibility to use my powers to help people in need." he said as she looked at him square in the face.
"That... is the noblest thing I've ever heard anyone say." she said as she continued to hug him.
After a couple of minutes, Oola pulled back and sniffed the young man.
"Oola?" Peter asked, confused at what she was doing.
"You smell. You need a shower." she said as she took his hand and pulled him towards the shower. "And I need another one." she added.
"Wha... you're going to shower with me?" he gasped.
"Of course. You got me dirty when I hugged you." she said as she dragged the stuttering young man into the shower.
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The Briefing Room on Home One was a large, white and circular room, with stadium-like seats surrounding a circular table-like structure which had built-in computer consoles where the leadership of the Alliance (which Peter had learned was actually called The Alliance to Restore the Republic) was going to conduct their meeting.
Overlooking the Briefing Room was a bridge of sorts, where a group of Mon Calamari were talking and giving orders to other officers.
There were several men in green camouflage uniforms, which Peter took them for some kind of special task force.
There were several other groups of people whom Peter thought looked like pilots, as they were carrying their helmets with them, but also having pipes and tubes stretching out of their suits. Some were wearing orange suits, some were wearing dark green suits, and some were wearing gray suits.
There were other men and aliens wearing regular light brown uniforms with blue sleeves and had strange insignias on the left side of their chests.
There were also a couple of technicians standing before the meeting table/console in the center of the room just pushing buttons like it was a computer. Probably readying it for the meeting. They were dressed in light brown jumpsuits with matching caps on their heads, and headphones with mics dangling from their heads.
He also noticed that a couple of droids were there, including C-3PO.
Peter and Oola sat with Sienn'rha, behind a group of orange-suited pilots, as the blue Twi'lek was explaining her duties to the pair.
"So, you and your group entertain the troops here?" Oola asked, wearing a form-fitting blue jumpsuit with a black jacket over her shoulders and black boots on her feet, sitting between Peter and Sienn'rha.
"Yes. It helps to give the men, and the women, some entertainment. Renews their spirit, of sorts." Sienn'rha explained.
"You don't do... anything else for them... do you?" Oola asked, nervousness in her eyes as she hugged Peter's arm tighter.
"This isn't like Tatooine, Oola." Sienn'rha said to her friend. "Though... I have had my eye on this one pilot." she said with a smirk.
Peter followed her gaze as she looked at a young man in an orange jumpsuit with short black hair who was talking to a couple of similarly garbed pilots.
Sienn'rha told them his name was Wedge Antilles, leader of Red Squadron for the Alliance.
"Well, well, well, look who's coming up in the ranks." Lando Calrissian said as he entered the room and saw Peter sitting with the two Twi'lek friends.
The dark-skinned man was dressed in a tan shirt, white pants, black boots, and a pale blue cape wrapped around his shoulders. He was also sporting a new patch on his chest from the last time Peter saw him.
Peter himself was wearing a tan/brown uniform with blue sleeves, but he was sporting a lieutenant's patch on his chest.
"You must be the new General." Sienn'rha said to Lando.
"Lando Calrissian, at your service." he said to the blue dancer, a charming smile on his lips.
"I am Sienn'rha, one of the entertainers here in the Alliance." she said with a smile.
"A pleasure to meet you." Lando said to the blue Twi'lek. "And you're a lieutenant, huh?" he said, turning to Peter.
"Seems kinda fitting." Peter said. "I'd never be a good captain, or a general."
"Skills like yours you should at least be a captain." Lando said.
"Depending on how this mission goes, you might be." Rahm Kota said as he and Maris entered the Briefing Room.
They sat next to Peter, who noticed a blond-haired, blue-eyed woman who was dressed in a black flight suit, come in and sit next to Maris. The raven-haired, red-horned padawan smiled as she saw the woman.
"So, did they make you leader of Blue Squadron yet, Juno?" Maris asked the woman.
"They did, actually. And I'm sure I have you to thank for that, Master Kota." Juno Eclipse said to the elder Jedi Master.
"I merely told Admiral Ackbar and Mon Mothma that you were one of the best pilots in the Empire. It was enough to get them to agree to give you your own squadron." Kota said.
It was then that Peter noticed Han Solo approach his old friend.
"Well, look at you. A General, huh?" Han laughed as he stared at the rank insignia on Lando's chest.
"Someone must have told them about my little maneuver at the Battle of Taanab." Lando chuckled heartily back at Han.
"Well don't look at me, pal, I just told them you were a fair pilot, I didn't know they were looking for someone to lead this crazy attack." Han replied.
"I'm surprised they didn't ask you to do it." Lando retorted.
"Well who says they didn't, but I ain't crazy. You're the respectable one, remember?" Han smiled as he sat down on one of the front row seats of the Briefing Room, right between Chewbacca and Leia.
A chime sounded, calling the meeting to attention as a regal looking woman stepped forward.
"The Emperor's made a critical error and the time for our attack has come." Mon Mothma said to the assembled group.
The group looked a little startled, but gave the woman their full attention. Mothma then dimmed the lights and turned on the holographic model of a mostly circular space station, which had several large chunks missing from it. The station was colored in red, and was seen orbiting a much larger green and blue planet.
"The Data brought to us from the Bothan spies pinpoints the exact location of the Empire's new battle station. We also know that the weapons systems aboard this new Death Star are not yet operational. With the Imperial fleet spread throughout the galaxy in a vain effort to engage us, it is relatively undefended. But most important of all, we've learned that the Emperor himself is personally overseeing the final stages of this Death Star's construction."
Peter noticed that everyone in the room seemed very interested in that. Almost like they realized that this mission was more important than anything they had ever done previously.
"Many Bothans died to bring us this information." Mothma said with a heavy sigh that everyone seemed to catch. She turned towards an alien being, who Peter recognized as a Mon Calamari. "Admiral Ackbar, please."
Mon Mothma stepped back and allowed the alien in question to step up to the holographic-display console.
"You can see here the Death Star orbiting the forest moon of Endor. Although the weapons systems on this Death Star are not yet fully operational, the Death Star does have a strong defense mechanism. It is protected by an energy field that is generated from the forest moon of Endor." he said as the computer model brought up a yellowish energy field being projected from the planet and surrounding the space station itself.
Peter couldn't begin to fathom the energy needed for such a task. It wouldn't really be possible with Earth technology.
"The shield must be deactivated if any attack is to be made." Ackbar continued to explain as the holographic shield on the model disappeared. "Once the field is down, our cruisers will create a perimeter, while the fighters fly into the super structure and attempt to knock out the main reactor." he said as the projection dissolved. "General Calrissian has volunteered to lead the fighter attack." he said, pointing to Lando.
"Good luck." Han Solo said to his friend.
Lando gave him a curious look.
"You're gonna need it." Han added wirily.
"General Madine." Ackbar said, allowing a human male with a light reddish-blond hair and beard to step forward. He was dressed in a tan-ish uniform with blue sleeves and collar, and carrying a swagger stick in his hands.
"We have stolen a small Imperial shuttle. Disguised as a cargo ship and using a secret Imperial code, a strike team will land on the Moon, and deactivate the shield generator." Madine said as he outlined their plan.
"Sounds dangerous." C-3PO said off-handedly.
"I wonder who they got to pull that off?" Leia whispered to Han.
"General Solo, is your strike team assembled?" Madine asked the man in question.
Everyone looked at Han, some surprised at his new rank, or that he was involved in this mission. None of them more visually shocked than Leia.
"Uh, my team's ready, I don't have a command crew for the shuttle." Han said to the general.
"ARGH!" Chewie shouted, raising his arm animatedly.
"That's gonna be rough pal, I didn't want to speak for you." Han said to the Wookie.
"Argh. Roof!" Chewie shouted again.
"That's one." Han replied.
"General, count me in." Leia said to him.
Han smiled as she said that.
"I'm with you too!" Luke Skywalker said as he walked into the meeting room.
Leia went over to him and hugged him as several members of the Alliance seemed happy that Luke was there.
Peter was curious about that and made a mental note to ask them about it later.
As the pair pulled away from each other, Leia seemed to notice a change in Luke.
"What's wrong?" she asked the young man.
"Ask me again some time." Luke replied to her with a smile.
"Luke!" Han shouted as he went over to greet the young Jedi.
"Hi Han! Chewie." Luke said to the man and Wookie.
A blue, silver and white astro-mech droid, named R2-D2, beeped animatedly.
"'Exciting' is hardly the word I would use." the gold C-3PO said to the smaller droid.
"General Solo, could you use additional assistance?" Rahm Kota asked.
"You and your apprentice want to come along?" Han asked the Jedi Master.
"Yes. We feel our talents could be put to better use assisting in your mission." Kota said to the man.
Han smiled. "Sure thing. I like having three Jedi Knights on my team."
While Rahm Kota and Maris talked to General Solo, Oola and Peter were conversing by themselves.
"I'm relieved that they didn't ask you to go on this mission." Oola said to Peter.
"Uh... actually, they did." Peter said, sheepishly.
"What?" she gasped as she heard that. "Who?"
"Master Kota. He thinks I could be an asset to them." he said to Oola.
"When did he ask you?" Oola asked.
"Before the briefing, when General Solo was assembling his strike team. When you were talking to Sienn'rha." he explained.
"Wha... And when were you going to tell me?" she asked, slightly upset about all this.
"I was... kinda hoping I didn't have to. I didn't want you to worry about me." he said with a sheepish grin.
Oola didn't know what to think about all this, and left the Briefing Room in a huff.
While Peter felt bad about not telling her, he couldn't say he was surprised by her reaction.
"Peter." Han said, tapping the young man on the shoulder. "We leave in a few hours. You ready?"
"Uh, yeah. I am." Peter said with a sigh.
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(Death Star II, orbiting the Endor moon)
While thousands of technicians and officers were rushing around, performing their various jobs and duties in order to get the mighty battle station operational on Lord Vader's predetermined schedule, an innocuous white armored storm trooper was walking through a top secret security level where a special top secret operation was being conducted.
Two black-suited technicians and a white-coated scientist were examining a pair of large glass tubes inside which a pair of beings were floating.
The first one was a young human male with short brown hair, about 20 years of age, with an athletic build and fair skin tone. He seemed to have several scars on his body, indicating a rigorous training regime and combat mission souvenirs. He was dressed in what looked like a white diaper with a breathing mask around his face.
The second was an alien girl with orange skin, a white-headpiece, long white headtails with blue stripes, an athletic body of an 18-year old woman, and only a few scars on her body. She was dressed in a white pair of undergarments with a breathing mask over her face as well.
"What are the readings for the first subject?" the scientist asked.
"180 over 75. Breathing steadying, heart rate 60 BPM, and pulse is normal." the first technician said.
"What of subject two?" the scientist asked.
"The effects of the Carbonite freeze have worn off. Her heart rate and pulse have stabilized. She's in good health."
"Good. Lord Vader will be most pleased to hear that."
"I can't believe that he brought these two here to the second Death Star instead of leaving them at the cloning facility in Timira City on Kamino."
"Don't question Lord Vader's decisions. The last one who did, died."
"He clones his apprentice who turned on him, and then revives his old padawan who was encased in carbonite for nearly 20 years. Both of them Jedi when they supposedly died." the second technician stated.
"Yes, yes, yes. Their physical health is first priority, then their mental reconditioning will take place once they are properly prepared."
The storm trooper, who had been largely ignored up until this point, said nothing as he stared at the two figures in their tanks.
"Who are you? What are you doing in here?" the scientist asked.
"Relieving you of your duties." the trooper said as he leveled his blaster at the pair and opened fire.
Three shots, three dead bodies slumped to the floor.
The trooper then went over to the console and quickly set to work, re-calibrating the bacta-tanks so that the two figures would eventually wake up.
"While I'm sure they would make fine assets, they will serve me better to aid in the elimination of my potential rivals." the trooper said as he activated the resuscitation protocols for the two tanks.
Without another word, the trooper grabbed his gun and headed for the hanger.
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(Peter and Oola's quarters, Home One)
Oola was pacing back and forth, upset at what had happened.
The mission that Peter was going on was a dangerous one. While important to the ending of the Empire it was still risky.
There was a part of her that was sure he would be alright. But there was another part of her that was worried he might not return.
"I want to help him, but... how can I? I'm not... I'm not a fighter, or a soldier, or a Jedi. Why am I even thinking about this? I haven't known Peter that long, and yet I'm so worried about him, that... what am I going to do?" she cried as she sat on her bed.
"Perhaps I can help." a soft voice said to her.
Oola looked up and gasped when she saw who it was.
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(Home One hanger bay, a few hours later)
Peter was in the hanger of Home One, working on the Imperial shuttle that the strike team was going to take to the Endor moon.
"Alright. Looking good. You pick that up fast, son." the chief mechanic said as the rest of the strike team continued to board the shuttle.
"Thank you, sir." Peter said to the man.
Peter had often been a fast study. While understanding advanced math and science always came easy for him, having access to some of the most advanced and up-to-date technologies such as that which came from Stark Industries and Freedom Four Plaza, not to mention SHIELD, helped considerably.
The technological systems that the Alliance had at its disposal were far superior, but with a few pointers here and there, Peter was acclimating at a rapid pace.
Which for him was a good thing.
I wouldn't be much use to them if I didn't know what I was doing. Peter thought as he continued to tinker with some of the ship's systems. Even if I am stronger and faster than a lot of them.
"Alright! We're ready to go!" Han shouted to Peter.
"Here we go." Peter said with a sigh as he boarded the shuttle craft.
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Authors Notes:
This whole chapter introduced a bunch of characters who were known to have existed at the time the Rebellion was formed.
Rahm Kota. Maris Brood. Juno Eclipse. Sienn'rha.
So I thought it best to just add them to this whole thing as well, since it was never touched upon in a lot of Star Wars stories.
Also, I need to know something. I need feedback on the scene below in order to continue the story.
It's basically, whether or not to give Oola special powers, or just keep her the way she is.
Your reviews will decide the outcome.
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POTENTIAL FUTURE SCENE
"Perhaps I can help you." a voice said to Oola.
"Who... who are you?" Oola asked.
"In life I was Aayla Secura, Jedi Knight and General of the 327th Star Corps during the Clone Wars." the blue-ghost Twi'lek said to the green-skinned Twi'lek.
"But... you died?" Oola asked.
"Shot in the back, is the more accurate description." Aayla said.
"What do you want?" the dancer asked.
"To help you." the ghost replied.
"Help me? How?"
"By giving you my powers and knowledge."
"But how... I mean... I don't understand."
"Yes. There is much you do not understand, but through The Force many things are possible."
"But why me? And why now?"
"Something has happened. A disturbance, unlike any we have ever felt. Potentially more damaging than anything the Sith were capable of in centuries past. We have been called back to give new life to the Jedi. By choosing avatars who can stand in our stead. Your friend, Peter, will need your help, if he is to help save our universe."
"Peter? What does he have to do with this?" Oola asked anxiously.
"A great deal, actually."
"But, I'm not a Jedi. I couldn't possibly..."
"To those who believe in the Force, anything is possible. Especially to help those who do not believe in things they know nothing about."
"But I thought it took years for a person to become a master. How can I be what you were, in order to help Peter and the Alliance?"
"Let me show you." Aayla said as she stepped up to Oola and merged with her body.
