One of my siblings demanded that I write this chapter, so this one is dedicated to that sibling.
By the way, I'd like some talented artists to draw some pictures of Jedi Yugi. In particular, a picture of the scene where Kaiba first runs into Yugi. But its up to them. Just PM me if you draw them, please.
"Normal speaking"
"Speaking basic"
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Star Wars. But this idea is 100% mine.
CHAPTER 4
Yugi spun around, heel grinding into the smooth stone floor. There, in plain sight, was a very very foolish Imperial. After all, who in their right mind would attempt to sneak up behind an angry Jedi? This very foolish imperial was about to become a very dead imperial.
"Yugi, wait! This imperial may know what is going on here, and his mind is certainly weak enough to pick, obviously. Why not interrogate him, then finish him off?" the spirit of the puzzle's words were wise, and well founded. Turning off his lightsabre, Yugi clipped it to his belt.
"You there! What is this planet, and why does the empire have an interest in it?" Yugi wasted no time in his interrogation. When the imperial gave him a confused look, Yugi repeated his sentence in every language that he knew. It was to no avail. The imperial simply didn't understand.
With a sigh, Yugi lifted a small translator unit out of his satchel. Attaching it, he repeated his question.
The imperial gave another confused look, and for a moment, Yugi feared that the language could not be interpreted into binary, then to the native tongue. Such fears prove to be unfounded, however, when the imperial spoke.
"Planet? Are you an alien? And what empire are you talking about? This is a Kaibacorp weapons factory."
Yugi frowned. "Alien? I have no knowledge of the word. I speak of the Galactic Empire, and you are an imperial officer. This Kaibacorp you speak of is obviously a front for the Empire."
The imperial frowned. "For one thing, stop calling me an imperial. My name is Seto Kaiba, and you'd do well to remember it. And my stepfather's company is not a front for your pretend empire. You may have some nice toys, but I'm afraid they won't be of much use to you here. So why don't you stop acting like a glorified policeman, and start acting like what you are. A terrorist out to destroy my father's company."
Yugi let out a snarl at the teenager's words. "Toy? You believe my lightsabre to be a child's plaything?" The violet gold blade appeared with a snap-hiss, slicing through a nearby support as if it was butter. "My lightsabre is no toy, and I am no terrorist. I am Yugi Mutou, a Jedi Knight, and guardian of peace in the universe."
Kaiba stared at the lightsabre in awe. "A beam of pure plasma, without any leftover residue, focussed into a limited length, used as a portable weapon! Certainly capable of cutting effortlessly through all but the most dense and solid of structures with ease! Such a marvellous device!"
Yugi tilted his head to the side, and closed his eyes. Calling on the force, he lifted Kaiba into the air, and threw him against the wall. Not enough to damage him, of course, but enough to show him who was boss.
Kaiba gulped, as he got up, and stared at Yugi. "How did you do that? I've heard of aliens having psychic powers, but I thought it was just an urban legend!"
Yugi glared the young man down. "I have no comprehension of the word alien, as I said once before. But tell me now, why is there a weapons facility in the middle of nowhere? And understand that you breathe only because I have chosen to interrogate you."
Sweat trickled down Kaiba's brow, as he came to realize the full enormity of his situation. "My stepfather built the facility out here because he was afraid that the governments would shut him down if they found out what he was doing. He sells weapons to both sides of the conflict, and doesn't care who gets killed!"
The young Jedi blinked slowly, and drew the force around Kaiba. Carefully, the boy sifted through the layers of thought, sensing nothing but the truth. "Very well, you may tell the truth about your stepfather, but do not think that I have not my doubts about other things. I still believe that you are an officer in the Galactic army, and I have no love for such people."
Kaiba shuddered, and spoke. "This uniform is one that my stepfather forces me to wear, and I have no love of him. Besides, this Galactic Empire that you keep talking about sounds like bad news for our planet. If they are all as advanced as you, then we wouldn't stand a chance against them.
A seeker droid flew to Yugi's shoulder, reporting its findings on the weapons plant. The small sphere did not appear to notice Kaiba's incredulous stare, as the Jedi listened to the probe's findings.
Yugi looked at Kaiba, and gave a sigh. "I am afraid that I attacked you and your people out of place. This cannot be an imperial plant, as the technology produced is too primitive to be of use." The Jedi gave a bow, extinguishing the blade in his hand. "As a Jedi, I have acted irrationally, and must beg your forgiveness."
Kaiba gave a sigh of relief, slumping to the floor. "Oh, good. I was afraid that you were going to kill me. You are forgiven by me, though I have no idea what my stepfather will say when he hears of this."
Yugi smiled slightly. "Please, I am sorry that I threatened your life. I allowed my anger to cloud my judgement, and was nearly lost to the Dark Side."
Kaiba frowned in puzzlement. "The dark side? Of what? Does it have some relation to your psychic power?"
Yugi nodded. "My power flows from the Force, an energy field that connects and binds together all living things, from microscopic organisms, to the mightiest of behemoths. Those who can wield this power are called either Sith or Jedi, depending on which side they use. Those who use the positive forces are Jedi, and those who rely on the Dark Side of the Force are called the Sith."
Kaiba nodded in understanding, and then grimaced. "Can it be proved scientifically? I have this thing against magic."
Yugi laughed. "Of course! There is no such thing as magic; all of the most learned scholars in the galaxy agree that! The Force is as close as it gets, but even that is still in the realm of scientific possibility." The Jedi frowned slightly.
Kaiba looked at Yugi in alarm. "What's wrong?"
"A disturbance in the Force, and a great evil." Pulling on the Force, he vaulted over Kaiba's head, and threw the translator unit back in his bag.
Kaiba jumped in surprise, and then chased after the young man, his long legs allowing him to keep pace with the Jedi. The pair wove through offices, past machinery, and around startled security guards. Yugi leapt ever on, drawn by the force towards the platform.
The spirit materialized besides Yugi in dismay. "Hurry, Yugi! I can only hope that this isn't like that time Jabba killed the Tuskens to show off his power! Hurry!"
Yugi sped up, leaving the young human behind him running flat out to catch up. Noting a pair of double doors up ahead, he burst through into bright sunlight. With a hiss, he covered his face, and let his eyes adjust.
He was standing on the same platform that he had seen earlier from afar. Below the platform, natives to the area were crowded about. Further on, a group of uniformed individuals sat, acting as though they had just scored a spot on Jabba's pleasure barge.
In the space just in front of the platform, however, was the last thing that the young Jedi hoped to see. A pair of natives were strapped to posts, with weapon toting individuals about 100 yards away. It was painfully obvious to the young man what was about to happen.
A shout caught his attention, and he realized that his entrance had drawn their attention to him. Having removed the translator pack, he could not understand what was being said. But he understood the gist of it, when the weapon-bearers turned their sights to him.
Yugi took a deep breath, and drew his lightsabre, waiting to activate it at a signal from the force.
Seto darted into the sunlight after the strange alien individual who had confronted him. Ice blue eyes swept the stage, as he took everything into account. A muffled shout caught his attention, and he witnessed a pair of farmers trussed up like pigs.
In a flash, his step fathers plan became clear, and he dashed to the side of his little brother. "Mokuba!" he hissed quietly, withdrawing a scarf from his pocket. "Put this on, and don't take it off until I say!"
The younger Kaiba nodded, and pulled it low over his eyes. The snap-hiss of Yugi's lightsabre activating drew Seto's attention, and the teenager turned about.
Yugi held the blade loose in his hand, ready to make a move at a moment's notice. That moment occurred when the trigger finger of one of the soldiers twitched slightly. Yugi closed his eyes, and a shot rang across the plaza.
A steady dripping caught Kaiba's ear, and he watched in awe as liquid metal fell to the floor, drop by drop. Yugi's blade had moved in a split second to block the bullet's path. A single amethyst eye opened, watching the soldiers carefully. Yugi shifted his feet slightly, and then pivoted as the second shot rang out, the second bullet stopping in midair, inches from the young Jedi's temple.
Time seemed to slow, and for a brief moment, Kaiba believed that his stepfather might order the weapons away. But it was not to be so. Gozaburo drew himself up, and barked three short words that defined the moment in elegant grace, and brutal savagery.
"Fire at will."
In a flurry of sound, the soldiers opened fire. Round after round of thunder poured out, bursts of lightning spitting from the muzzles of the guns. And in the center, stood Yugi. His lightsabre flickered in and out, occasionally to fast for the eye to follow. It danced a protective circle about his body, appearing in the bullet's path before the bullet had left the gun. Molten metal began to pile up, gleaming as liquid fire in the wake of the hot plasma.
Then, a lull. Finding themselves out of bullets, the soldiers drew their batons, a Kaibacorp invention made of a carbon-alloy that was diamond hard. The duo leapt onto the platform, and charged for the young Jedi.
The fight ended as suddenly as it had begun. With a great leap, Yugi vaulted behind the soldiers, and swung his lightsabre once. Just once. Holding it perpendicular to his body, the young Jedi straightened, as the soldiers fell into two neat sections, sliced straight through the torso by the hot plasma blade.
Turning to face Gozaburo, the Jedi's eyes narrowed. With a wave of his hand, strange words flowed like water, their meaning perfectly clear, though Kaiba could not understand them.
"You will let the prisoners go." The Jedi spoke aloud, his words falling on ears that could not understand them. But even so, the meaning was carried loud and clear to Gozaburo's mind.
"Let the prisoners go. Destroy the factory." Gozaburo spoke as though in a trance, yet at the same time, as though one waking from a dream.
His bodyguards glanced at each other, and then shrugged, moving forward to cut the ropes that bound the men to the posts. The Chinese men rubbed at their wrists gratefully, and ran into the crowd. The businessmen looked up, taking in the awe-inspiring figure in front of them.
Yugi extinguished his lightsabre, and motioned for Kaiba to follow him. Kaiba grabbed Mokuba's hand, and pulled off the blindfold. "Come on, bro. We have to go." The two ran into the factory after Yugi, and let the doors slam shut behind them.
Yugi led them deep into the factory, well away from prying eyes. Kaiba watched as Yugi took out the translation unit and put it on. The teenager gave a sigh of relief, and draped his arm loosely about Mokuba's shoulder.
"Are the both of you alright?" Yugi spoke softly, looking at Mokuba.
"Yes, both of us are fine. Thank you, Yugi. You stopped our stepfather just in time, and saved my little brother from witnessing something that no one should." Kaiba gave Mokuba's shoulder a light squeeze, smiling in relief.
Yugi gave a nod, and looked at Mokuba. "What about you?"
Mokuba grinned happily. "Yeah, thanks! Who are you? Are you a superhero?" The young boy was clearly interested in his rescuer.
Yugi blinked, and bent down. "My name is Yugi Mutou, and I am a Jedi Knight. I have no Idea what a superhero is, and I am pleased to meet you." He stood back, and looked at Kaiba. "What about you? Will you be alright, with your stepfather being so close to the Dark Side?"
Kaiba nodded, and looked at Yugi. "Yes, we will. Do you mind if I borrow your translation pack? I'd like to try to duplicate it, so that we don't have any more communications problems."
Yugi nodded, and then smiled. "Certainly. Let me teach you a phrase in my language, so that you will at least understand what it means. It is 'May the Force be with you.'"
Kaiba nodded, and let is features slide into a schooled frown. "Then I hope that the next time we meet, it will be on better terms."
Yugi was about to take off the unit, and then stopped. "You know what the next thing I will say will be." He took off the translator, and handed it to Kaiba.
"May the Force be with you." Then, the young Jedi turned and left, vanishing into the night.
Mokuba stared at the place where Yugi had disappeared, a new hero in his heart, and a new role model to aspire to.
Kaiba glanced up, and smiled. "May the Force be with you too, Yugi Mutou."
Yugi slung his leg over the speeder, staring down at the factory. "Well, Spirit. It looks like we won't be leaving for a while. Why don't we explore in the meantime?"
The spirit appeared beside Yugi, lost in thought. "Yugi, I don't think we should leave. It took a while for me to realize this, but I recognize this language! Yugi, the Force has led us to our home planet!"
Yugi blinked slowly, as the trees sped past. "My home planet is less advanced than Tattooine, I don't understand the language, and I have no idea where to start looking for my family."
The spirit of the puzzle grinned. "I remember where. Head for Domino, Japan. That's the last place that I can remember being. We might get a lead there."
Yugi leaned into the wind, letting his bangs blow back into the wind. "Then watch out, Domino. There's a Jedi headed your way."
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