AN notice: Over the next few weeks the updates may not be steady as I am hitting an exam/assessment/assignment period in school for about the next 2-4, I'm actually meant to be writing a fable a 500 word short story and 3 diary entries for English right now… I should start it and I will probs post my short story if I like it, and fable shall be in this story later on.. Once the school holidays in Australia occur I will catch up on any missed out chapter (if I miss an update). So don't worry if I disappear… I am not leaving this book until its finished.
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Disclaimer: I do not own the How to train your dragon franchise, movie books (official or fanfic) or tv series by Dreamworks, Cressida Cowell or other Fanfiction authors. I sadly do not own Star Wars. I also Don't own Netflix Original Dreamworks Dragons.
Also all clothing or body traits are there to help the story not because I'm a creep, pervert or sexist.
Also I do not approve in underage marriage, and do not think highly of underaged sex. And I am against physical abuse, especially to kids.
I'm still planning on updating at least once a fortnight.
Also for future reference this is an AU meaning characters may go OOC for the use of the story. Also things in Star Wars part will be changed, meaning there may be new force abilities and lightsabers (shows in chapter Prologue Part 1).
I have no medical/mechanical/engineering training or qualification, so somethings may not be right, and I cannot see into the future to know about the possible future medical equipment.
Warning there is some coarse language in this fanfic, also this fanfic is rated 'M'/notified to have explicit scenes. These scenes will most likely be battles, injuries, coarse language and 'hinting'.
Armour Classes
Armour - All armour and Helmets looks like Mandalorian armour + Class
Stoker class- bright orange armour signifying stoker class armour -meaning he his armour his more fire resistant than others
People: Snotlout
Boulder class - bumpy and like a bludgeon adding more resistance to damage and adding more blunt force, coloured light brown.
People: Gobber, Fishlegs
Tracker class - Blood red armour, enhancements in his helmet amplifying sense of smell, and vision allowing him to see heat
People: Stoick, Asher
Sharp class: sleek and firm fitting, retractable blades on her fore arm and knee caps and on the forehead area of the helmet and at the back of the neck area on the helmet (prevents head locks), and coloured silver.
People: Heather, Valka
Mystery class - Forest green, sleek, has dispenses that allows the suit to be covered in grass, can blend into the environment (invisibility) for a short amount of time
People: Tuffnut and Ruffnut
'Hicca' Thoughts
"Hicca" Speech
Rant over... enjoy!
-YouYou
Chapter 8: Memories of a Jedi
Location: Tatooine - Dune Desert
They were all on edge that much was obvious to the stalking individual. He had been following them since their landing, they had landed some distance away from his homestead in amongst some stone pillars - obviously to semi hide the ship form wandering eyes - from his observation the ship had very little but powerful stealth tech aboard. The stealth tech somewhat reminded him of his favourite apprentice, an apprentice he longs to find but knows such thing will never happen. If it weren't for that apprentice he probably wouldn't of survived this long, she had given him some of her tech years ago - how many, he has only has a faint idea - that tech is what allowed him to know of the ships appearance, he thought sadly, 'I miss her… I miss Hanna … I miss my little Hic-'
Snapping out of his thoughts - before he furthered into a depressed state - he continued to observe the group, at first he thought they were mandalorian, bounty hunter or both, but then he noticed the armour which had the structure of the former but had the appearance of something else, groaning he thought back to his apprentice, reluctantly, and of some of the facts she told him of when she was still a child and researching information of the galaxy and her home planet, and before he knew it he entered a flashback…
'"Master T" a young girl's voice called from near my younger self's left side, he, I, My younger self looked down to the voice.
There at my side was a little girl no taller than my hip, she had owl like pure emerald eyes, a colour as rare as the pure emerald, something with no flaws and only perfection. Her face was young, with a small mouth, and baby fat cheeks, all in all she had an adorable face you could never say "no" too… a face that dissolved all stoic resolves.
She was looking up at him with a beaming look and smile, while playing with her dark auburn hair that was tied up with different shaded green jewels - 'one's I gave her so she would know she was cared for', his present and past self thought as one - into pigtails with her left hand, and her forest green short dress with her right.
I remember smiling down at her while kneeling down to her height, I growled politely while nodding for her to continue turning the smile I gave her into one that she and only she could name me in times when we were not in the public, some how the smile she had worn grew impossibly larger.
And off she went rattling off facts about the galaxy and its many wonders. She stated so many things that by the time I looked out window of the Jedi temple I saw that night was setting in and that dinner will be soon. Reaching down towards her with my left hand, I spoke in my language while gesturing for her to continue down the Jedi hallways towards the mess hall. She looked down the hall with a look of sadness that disappeared as she twirled around my body to my right side grabbing my pitch black paw with her left hand. And started to pull me down the hall.
The memory was fading into wisps of nothing…
Before the flashback disappeared her face dropped into an expression of concentration, seeming to remember she looked up at him and spoke in an excited, bright childish voice, "I discovered some stuff about my home planet, Master T, they are a sister planet of the manda…mandalorians, they have the same hard clothes but look as if they are dwagons. My book said they are called Barki… Berkian's", her voice was the last sound of the memory and the last sight he saw was her beaming smile and twinkle in her eye of happiness.'
And just like that the fond memory modelled itself into the miserable desert he lives in. A silent tear ran down his face, it had been so long since he had recalled a memory of her, his little shadow.
Snapping out of his thoughts he looked to where the group of 'Berkian's' were. They had travelled a good distance away from him and are nearing his little sandstone igloo. Stalking them like they were his prey, without the intent to kill or seriously injure… well at least not yet, and continued to observe them.
There were five of them, the armour was all the same but not at the same time, they had colour and/or armour adjustments with some being bulkier, or with added compartments, I was able to distinguish each fact about each set of armour. I thanked my last apprentice quickly hoping not wanting to slip into another memory… well not now at least, for being an inventor, enabling myself to examine something and know most of its specs.
Two of the group looked to be cladded in the same armour while having the same body physique, other than the fact one was female and the other was not, the armour they wore was made for short term invisibility or blending into the environment. They both appeared to be equipped with vibro spears.
Another one is obviously male, he carried himself high and I could guess he has a stoic expression on his face and is their Captain. His armour looked to be made to track and search for people, friend or foe. He is equipped with a vibro double bladed axe.
The next he observed is in his opinion a typical brute, he strode with an arrogant - yet stupid - gait. His armour appeared to be designed to absorb or resist fire or high temperatures. He was equipped with a Vibro mace.
In my opinion they looked like a standard mandalorian with nothing special to them, and are easy to read. And they probably only have melee weapons to appear less threatening. It was the last one that intrigued myself the most.
She was female that much was obvious but it was one of the only clear detail I could observe quickly. The armour she wore was different from the overs and had more aspects to it, I could spot the slightest traces of retractable blades on her body in different places. Her armour appeared to myself as a jigsaw puzzle made of a million pieces, its purpose he could only guess that the armour could change appearance. Her weapon intrigued him, it appeared has a decorated hilt but I could guess it was a modified electostaff, 'ohhh how I hate them but… they were always wielded by those droids', she also had a holster unlike everyone else whom all had none, attached to the in some straps were some tube which I could guess joined to the actual blaster. 'Where is that blaster though, it must be on her somewhere…', there on her back is a Blaster, it appears to be invisible and the only I was able to spot it was because some of the desert sand had stuck onto it giving off a faint outline of the blaster. All of subtle tech reminded me of Hanna.
Her posture was also different from anyone else, while everyone was on edge and was only observing the area around my homestead, she was observing every direction with a stance meant for defence.
'Note to self, be cautious and wary around her'
They reached my igloo knocked and then breached my home much to my and obviously the dangerous girl's chagrin, by kicking down my door and entered. All I could hear was a massive racket and the sounds of bickering and a feminine voice ranting at three people, whom had very wered name in my opinion like honestly who calls their child Snotlout, Ruffnut or Tuffnut.
Annoyed with their intrusion I roared loudly outside my home as I approached my broken door. I hit my throat twice with my now fisted hand. My throat constricted for a second then returned normal.
Standing on the porch outside the igloo and in front of my door I boomed furiously, in my 'now deep humane' voice, "GET OUT OF MY IGLOO!".
An: to be honest this is not how I expected this chapter was going to go better I'm content with it because it adds character builds up for this character which I believe he may need.
Also ummm my siblings were watching Shrek so thats where I got the Get out of my Igloo from.
If you have any ideas for the future chapters, pairings or if there should be important OC's please comment.
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Most updates will come on Friday-Sunday every two - three weeks when I'm not in Eastern Australian school holidays, Eastern Australian time.
Until next time See ya later.
-YouYou