Jedi Master

The whistling. The infernal high pitched whistling!

Gogo sat in the kitchen with a frown as she and her crew at some lunch. Ever since its construction the crystal in the lightsaber had not stopped it whistling. It was a noise that only Gogo could hear. And try as she might she could never completely tune it out. It always remained, floating on the air, teasing her, calling her. She had ignored it, adamant about her decision not to use it. But if it meant she could get a moment's peace from the noise she was starting to get ideas.

"Gogo?" Gogo flinched and looked to Hiro. "Everything ok?" he asked having sensed her irritation.

She gave him a smile before straightening up. "Everything is fine," she assured him with a nod. With that they got back to lunch.

The crew had been back on Lothal for about a week. And they immediately jumped back into fighting the Empire. No sighting of Yokai had been reported and Hiro hadn't gotten any visions. The Moff seemed to be staying off planet in his Star Destroyer a few light years away. They reasoned it was for his own safety.

Since their return the whispers of Jedi had grown. But instead of Gogo the new rumors now described Hiro. The stormtroopers didn't know what hit them every time the crew showed up and Hiro brandished his weapon. They'd flinch, freeze up, and panic at the very sight of him. The people were being inspired, hope was beginning to flood the citizens of Lothal.

They knew now that they had a Jedi watching over them, protecting them, fight for them.

But of course the Empire wasn't about to let the reports of a Jedi go uninvestigated.

On board his Star Destroyer Moff Krei watched the holo recording of the supposed Jedi. The Jedi was small, perhaps even a child. But he wielded a lightsaber with undeniable skill. The Jedi and his companions had become an even bigger nuisance. And with the damn Yokai running around after his life the Moff was forced to stay aboard his ship. He needed the Jedi dealt with.

He needed an Inquisitor.

He spoke with his Emperor. Emperor Bludvist about the issue. The Emperor was shown the holo recording as well. He agreed that this Jedi needed to be dealt with an investigated. As such he dispatched an Inquisitor. And not just any Inquisitor. One of the most efficient and deadly of them all.

The Red Dragon.

In addition the Emperor also relayed Krei about a plan to draw the Jedi out, a plan the Red Dragon came up with herself. The Moff listened as Drago relayed the plan, he smiled to himself.

The Jedi and his friends would be dealt with soon.

Gogo and Hiro were sparring. Gogo had a wooden stick while Hiro used his lightsaber which he'd set to low power. Hiro was on the defensive, eyes narrowed in concentration as Gogo pressed the attack. He held his saber up horizontally to block her heavy overhead strike. Gogo looked down at him, smiling in satisfaction at his skill.

Hiro managed to push her back a step before he counter attacked. Gogo stepped out of reach of a swipe at her shoulders before ducking under another swing aimed at her head. She struck back, knocking him in the shin with a painful slap. Hiro winced and yelped in pain, hopping around as Gogo smirked.

"Shake it off kid. And keep it in focus. I we were using lightsabers I would have taken your legs," Gogo called out. Hiro gave a nod as he resumed a battle stance. With a breath he rushed her, attacking with a flurry of strikes. His blade blurred to the air in streak of red, clashing Gogo's stick as he tried to get by her defense.

He swung at her left, but Gogo parried before swinging at his head. Hiro weaved under the strike before thrusting forward for a stab. Gogo parried, knocking the blade aside before placing her stick at his neck.

"You're dead," Gogo said proudly. "That's enough for today. Good job," she said as she dropped her battle stance. Hiro stood up too, wiping away some sweat at his brow before deactivating his saber.

"So you think I'm getting better Gogo?"

Gogo nodded. "I'd say you're at the level of a Padawan. And that's pretty impressive given our unorthodox training."

Hiro smiled and pumped a fist proudly.

"Gogo!" The both of them looked to see Wasabi peeking into the room. "Transmission from Callaghan," he said. She nodded as she and Hiro began making their way to speak with Callaghan.

As they went Hiro grew curious. "So when do I become a Jedi Knight?" Hiro asked curiously.

Gogo hummed. "Hard to say. Most Padawan stay Padawans for about a decade before they become Knights."

"Ten years!" Hiro cried in excapsteration. He groaned in annoyance and ran a hand through his hair.

Gogo chuckled. "It doesn't happen over night Hiro. And a Knight isn't only someone who can fight well. It's someone who had shown they have a substantial knowledge of the Force," she explained.

"Well maybe with you teaching me I can become a Knight quicker," Hiro said with a smile. Gogo's smile fell, he arched a brow as she suddenly looked away.

"You'll eventually need a real Jedi to continue your training Hiro. I can only get you so far. After we stop Yokai we'll take you to the Jedi."

"But-"

"C'mon," she said as she walked ahead. He obediently followed behind, heart slightly disheartened by the fact that Gogo was still set on eventually giving him to a Jedi. He wanted to tell her he didn't care that she wasn't a Jedi. In his eyes she was. And she was the best Jedi he could ever ask for to be his teacher.

"Gogo. Hiro. Good to see you got through your ordeal in one piece," Callaghan said as they walked up to his hologram. They both gave a nod as they greeted him.

"What do you have for us Callaghan?" Gogo asked.

"Not much. List of targets and shipments to steal. Word on the Moff. He's apparently staying in his Star Destroyer for an indefinite period of time," Callaghan muttered. Though his face remained neutral and his tone casual Hiro could have sworn he'd felt Callaghan's emotions spike just by mentioning the Moff. But he brushed it aside as he continued to listen.

"There's also one more thing," Callaghan added. Gogo cocked a brow. "I just don't know how legitimate it is. It comes from the darkest backchannels I have. Not even the alliance has gotten word of it."

"What is it?"

"A Jedi Master," Callaghan said seriously.

Everyone tensed in shock.

"Did you get a name?" Gogo asked. Wasabi and Honey Lemon immediately perked up.

"Yes I did. Fa-"

"Mulan?" Gogo breathed with a gasp.

"Yes...do you know her?" Callaghan asked with an arched brow. Hiro looked to Gogo to see she'd frozen on the spot. Brows up in surprise.

"She was a Jedi Master that went MIA during the Clone Wars. Most of the Order thought she was just dead," Wasabi explained.

"How can she be alive?" Honey Lemon whispered. Gogo had yet to speak, her mind was spinning at the very thought of the Jedi Master being alive.

"Not sure. Reports have been turned up out of the blue that she was being held by the Imperials and recently escaped. She's been on the run, jumping from planet to planet. And supposedly she could be on Lothal."

Wasabi looked to Gogo only to find her still shell shocked. He knew why.

"Any word where?"

"Not just yet. I'll do some digging and keep my ears open to see if I can get anything. I'll let you all know when I discover something. Callaghan out."

The room was silent, Hiro looked to Gogo who hadn't moved an inch. He cleared his throat, finally getting her attention. She looked to him, her face blank.

"So who is this...Mulan lady?"

Gogo just stared at him, too many emotion going on for her to focus. She put a hand on her forehead. "I need to meditate on this," she said. She stepped around Hiro and out of the room, leaving the others to stare after her.

Hiro looked to his friends for an explanation. "What was that about?" Hiro asked as he pointed at the door Gogo had just left through.

Wasabi took a breath. "Mulan was one of Gogo's people," he revealed.

"You mean a Miraluka?"

Wasabi nodded in confirmation. "She was the most famous Miraluka of her time. The only one of her people to have obtained the rank of Jedi Master in decades. Gogo knew her. Looked up to her. She was her hero. The idea of her being alive after all these years must be a shock to her."

"So what are we going to do?" Hiro asked.

"Well we wait for Callaghan. This could be a trap. I mean a missing Master suddenly showing up out of the blue. Seems sketchy," Wasabi said thoughtfully.

"But it could be true right?" Honey Lemon offered. "I mean the Empire wouldn't exactly want it getting out that they had a Jedi Master in custody. I'd imagine they'd want to keep it top secret." Wasabi only shrugged.

"We'll let Gogo decide when or if Callaghan gets back to us."

Hours had passed. Gogo had disappeared into her room and shut herself in. Hiro was getting a little worried as she missed lunch and dinner. She didn't even come out when he'd told her they'd cooked up some rare steak for her. With a sigh he tried to distract himself and hang out with the others. Honey Lemon had begun to grow more crystal, all with the same specification she'd used previously and with what she'd learned from Hiro's synthetic crystal. She began growing them in different colors in case Hiro ever got tired of his red blade. But Hiro insisted he was fine with it.

After spending some time with Honey Lemon he went to see Wasabi. He had him check his lightsaber over to see if it needed any maintenance. Wasabi did a quick check and found nothing wrong with it. He polished it for him before handing it back. Then he went back to his own project as he continued fabricating parts for a new lightsaber design. When Hiro asked him about it he said it was for Gogo, in case she ever decided to use the spare lightsaber they'd made.

Gogo was still insistent on not using the purple bladed lightsaber. Ever! Her refusal to use it confused them all. Yet it seemed like something they shouldn't ask about.

Lastly he went to hang out with Fred. They watched a few holovids and played some games. As it got late everyone turned in. When they woke up the next morning they found that Gogo was still in her room. They wondered if she'd even left. FInally about midday Callaghan called back. He had urgent new of the Jedi Master's whereabouts. She was supposedly confirmed to be on Lothal, and hiding in a city on the other side of the planet.

The crew took the information to Gogo who finally emerged from her room. She ordered everyone to get ready before they loaded up and began flying toward the location of the Master.

The crew arrived at the city as the in the middle of the night. The streets were empty due to the curfew placed on them. The price for disobedience would be rather severe. Only people up to no good were out on the they weren't people you'd want to meet in the dark of the night. Gogo, Hiro, Honey Lemon, and Wasabi stood atop a building as they prepared to split up and search so they could cover more ground. Fred stayed with the ship, makin lazy laps over the city.

Gogo was more serious than Hiro had ever seen her. He could sense and see her anxiousness to start their search.

"Split up. Stick to the shadows and be careful. If one of you find her call the rest of us."

"How will we know when we find her?" Hiro asked.

Gogo frowned as if he'd asked a dumb question. "She'll be the lady walking around with no eyes," she said as if it were obvious.

"Oh...right," Hiro said in embarrassment.

"Everyone good?" Everyone gave a nod. "Alright. Go," with that she turned and ran to the building edge before leaping off and into the streets below. They stared after her before exchanging a glance.

"Careful guys," Wasabi said as he walked to the side and began climbing down.

Honey Lemon gave Hiro a smile, a silent warning to be careful as well as she walked to the opposite side. She tossed down a chem ball before leaping off the edge. That left only Hiro. He turned and ran to the edge before leaping to a distant building. Then another and another. As he went he scanned the streets, occasionally ducking as a stormtrooper patrol or Imperial Walker passed by.

He reached out with the Force. Trying to locate this supposed Master. If she was Force sensitive as well he should be able to sense her. He scanned the streets once again and paused as he saw a small group of stormtroopers rushing down the street, weapons drawn. He arched a brow and followed them.

He watched as they came to a building. They gathered at the front door, some moving around the side. Hiro recognized that they appeared to be trying to box whoever was inside in. He wondered if it was one of his friends. He crept forward for a closer look, crouching down and remaining silent as he waited for the events to unfold.

The lead trooper gave the signal, giving a silent countdown. When he was ready he stood up and kicked the door in before rushing inside. The others followed after him. Hiro watched in anticipation. It was dead silent for a few moments before he began to hear shouts coming from within alongside blaster fire. Be saw flashes of light from the windows, the telltale discharge and confirmation of firing weapons.

And then with a shout a stormtrooper flew out of the front door. Followed by another flying out of the first story window. Then two more going careening out of windows on the second floor. Then a figure burst out a window before crashing in through a window on the building beside it. Stormtroopers rushed to the roof before leaping across the gap in the buildings in pursuit.

Hiro stood up and began following after them. Whoever this person was he was obviously not a friend of the troopers. He stayed a distance away, watching as a figure moved with blinding speed across the rooftops and then leaping to to the next building, covering a distance that would be impossible to a normal person.

The stormtroopers were in full pursuit. Shooting at the retreating figure and trying to box her in. As the figure ran a walker cut across their path. The figure kept going even as the Walker fired it's heavy weapons at them. It leapt onto it before leaping to the next building and continuing to run.

Hiro watched as a trooper came out of the top hatch on the Walker's head and level his blaster at her. With a well placed shot he fired. Hiro watched as the figure suddenly fell, disappearing out of sight with a cry.

Hiro raced toward the figure, assuming they been hit. He eventually dropped down into an alley, after a quick scan and initially finding nothing he heard something rustling in the piles of garbage behind him. He turned around and grabbed his lightsaber, prepared to ignite the blade if this was a threat.

And then rising from the garbage was an older woman. She looked to be at least ten years or so older then his friends. Maybe a few years younger than his aunt. She wore mismatched clothes in dull gray colors and had long shoulder length black hair. And around her eyes were bandages. She was dirty, covering garbage and grim and looking very worse for wear. Fro her shoulder Hiro could spy the exit wound of a blaster and smelled the scorched flesh.

The woman released a sigh, suddenly dropping into the garbage.

"Looks like you caught me," she said in a tired voice. Her body sagged as the energy seemed to drain right out of her. Hiro relaxed, believing he'd found the master. He took a step forward when he suddenly froze as a shiver ran up his spine. He was suddenly hit with waves of ill intent. His instincts were telling him to run, to leave this woman behind.

But before he could contemplate the weird feeling he heard shouts from the street and above along with the footsteps of a Walker. Thinking quickly he ignited his lightsaber and cut a hole in the alley wall. He grabbed the woman around her waist and dragged her to it. With a bit of effort her pushed her through before he crawled through himself and moved some trash bags in front of it.

He began dragging her limp form to safety, hearing the sounds of the stormtroopers outside as they continued their search.

He eventually got her up to a roof before contacting his friends and tell them where he was. Then he waited as he took her in. She was hunched her, her back to the edge of the building and her breathing ragged and strained. He knelt down to check her over before reaching out in concern.

He suddenly felt his body go stiff before something invisible collided with him and sent him rolling away. He looked as the woman lifted her head up to glare at him from beneath her bandages. She growled as she picked herself up.

"Stay away from me!" she spat at him. "Sith dog!"

"Whoa, hang on I'm not-"

"Stay back!" she shouted as she thrust her palm toward him. Hiro felt the Force shift as he was hit with another Force attack. He rolled to his feet and dropped into a crouch. The woman kept trying to pick herself up, but seemed unable to keep her strength on her shaking limbs. "You aren't-taking-me back," she breathed out, looking at him from under wild and loose strands of greasy hair.

"I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm a Jedi," Hiro said.

"Lies. You carry a red blade. You're a dark sider. A servant of the Sith," she spat at him.

Hiro tried to take another step forward when she pulled her arm back. Hiro tensed up, anticipating another Force attack when something caught her wrist. The woman whipped her head back to see Gogo, holding onto her wrist and a stunned look on her face.

"It's ok Master. You're safe now," Gogo said as softly and sincerely as she could. The woman's jaw fell in surprise. Then recognition flashed across it. "That voice...Ethyl?"

"Ethel?" Hiro said in confusion.

Gogo noddd. "Yes Master Mulan. It's me," Gogo assured her.

Mulan stared at her, clear disbelief written all over her face. Gogo tried to help her stand, only to end up catching her in her arms as the Jedi Master's strength finally left her.

"Sister," Mulan whispered with a smile as she fell unconscious. Soon she was still, chest rising and falling steadily as she rested.

"Hiro. Help me," Gogo commanded. He nodded before hurrying over. He helped her support the Jedi Master as Fred dropped the ship low enough for them to leap up with her between them and on board. They carried her to Gogo's quarters. Wasabi and Honey Lemon gaped in shock.

"It is her," Honey Lemon said in awe.

"I don't believe it," Wasabi sid just as stunned.

"Tell Fred to take us home," Gogo commanded. Wasabi went to tell him as they took tucked the Jedi Master in. Gogo had Hiro activate Baymax and the droid gave her a check over. He concluded that she was exhausted, a little malnourished, and dehydrated. He also took a look at her shoulder wound and applied some treatment for the burned flesh.

Hours later they were back at the base. Honey Lemon and Gogo carried the Jedi Master to the refresher where they bathed her. They were shocked to see her body covered in scars, a sign of severe and continuous torture. Then they got her into some clean clothes before they once again put her in bed in Gogo's room. Gogo remained with her and the other left her to her watch.

"Is Mulan actually Gogo's sister?" Hiro asked Wasabi as the crew ate dinner.

"Hmm? Oh, nah. The Miraluka people have a close sense of unity. They commonly refer to each other as brothers and sisters. It's more of a kinship thing," he explained.

"Oh," Hiro said thoughtfully. "She also called her Ethel?"

"Well you didn't think her name was actually Gogo, did you?" Wasabi asked with an arched brow. Hiro blushed and smiled weakly as he shrugged. "It's her first name," Wasabi explained.

"I still can't believe it's her," Honey Lemon said quietly.

"Me neither," Wasabi said in agreement. Hiro sat there, mind on the Jedi Master and his teacher.

He was curious about her. And about their relationship. And in the back of his mind he was curious about that strange feeling he'd gotten when he'd first encountered her. He didn't feel it now. But it kept nagging at him.

Suddenly everyone straightened out as they heard footsteps. They all looked to the doorway as Gogo and Mulan entered the room. The Jedi Master looked better, if not a little tired. Gogo helped her to the table where she took a seat as Gogo began serving her some food. everyone resisted the urge to bombard the Jedi with questions and let her eat.

Only when she was done did she finally looked up at them all.

"Thank you. All of you, for helping me," she said sincerely with a nod. The group dismissed her apology.

"Master. What happened to you? You've been missing for years," Honey Lemon asked.

The Jedi Master dropped her head and fidgeted awkwardly.

"Later guys," Gogo said. Honey Lemon gave a nod as she let the question drop.

"I'm sorry for attacking you young man. I believe you were coming to capture me," Mulan said to Hiro.

"It's ok...Master," he said awkwardly. It felt strange, and slightly intimidating to be speaking with a true Jedi. A Master at that. The Master suddenly wobbled, hand going to her temple. Gogo helped steady her.

"I think questions can wait for a little longer Master. Perhaps more rest will do you some good?" Gogo suggested.

"Yes. Rest," Mulan said with a nod in agreement.

With that Gogo helped her up and escorted her back to her room. She tucked her in and left her to rest before rejoining the others.

"So what happens now?" Wasabi asked.

Gogo pursed her lips, fingers tapping on the table top. "She'll stay with us. Get her strength back. We'll find out what happened to her and see if she wants to join us," Gogo said with a shrug.

She suddenly looked intently at Hiro. "I'm going to ask her to take over your training Hiro."

"What?!" Hiro shouted as he leapt up from the table. "Why?!"

"Hiro, she's a Jedi. A Master at that. She can teach you more than I ever could. This is a good thing."

"So you're just going to dump me?"

"No one is 'dumping' anybody. I'll still be here. I'll give you my advice, help her teach you. But I'll just be taking a back seat," she assured him. Hiro remained frowning. She sighed. "You trust me right?" He paused before giving a slow nod.

"Then trust me when I say this is what's for the best," Gogo pleaded. Before he could respond she got up and left the room.

Hiro stared after her. The woman who was supposed to make him a Jedi and had just passed him off to someone else.

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