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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
After the disappearence of Luke Skywalker and the destruction of his new Jedi order, the sinister First Order has risen from the ashes of the Empire and aims to conquer the galaxy and destroy Luke Skywalker, along with any remnants of his legacy.
Meanwhile in the unkown regions; the adopted son and second apprentice of Skywalker takes refuge in an uncharted planet in the hopes that the First Order will not find him and to live a peaceful life.
But the Force has different plans for the former Padawan as the world that he now calls home faces new and much darker threats...
The sun had risen, and the early rays had reflected on the patches of snow that settled on the floor and trees above. The various forms of life could be heard throughout the forest as they awoke to start the new day of their lives.
In the rather silent forest, the soft sound of crunching snow underneath a pair of brown boots, and a lone travelling hooded figure walked through the trees as he hunched low to make little noise as possible. Dressed in a pair of black cargo joggers with ribbed knee paneling, a short black triangular poncho that reached his hips over a dark blue hoodie with its sleeve hems cut off along with its right sleeve rolled up, showing the black bandages wrapped around his forearm up to his hand leaving his fingers visible. He also wore a brown utility belt around his waist, with his hood over his head and a small satchel was slung on his left side.
The wanderer breathed in the cool and crisp morning air before releasing it in a white mist. Eventually stumbling upon a pair of tracks, he followed the trail as they went across a small creak towards a clearing. Keeping hidden in the bushes, the wanderer peered to see the deer scoufiling at the ground with one of its hooves before it lowered its head and taking a bite out of the grass it uncovered, completely unaware at the stranger that watched it.
A small smile formed upon the wanderers lips as he quietly watched the sight before him for what seemed like hours.
That was until the sound of snapping branches behind him made his ears perk, along with the sound of scrapping claws and the low growl of whatever moved as it drew closer and closer to where he stood.
Exhaling his last breath... he quickly spun around, and flipped backwards, evading the swipe of a claw that was intended to take his head clean off.
The wanderer glared at the bushes as he heard the now frightened deer that ran off deep into the forest while several creatures, Beowolves, stalked out of the thick bushes into the clearing. Seven in total, with their maws filled glistining fangs as they closed in on him.
Surveying his opposition, the wanderer remained calm as his right hand made its way towards the metal cylindrical hilt that was clipped on the right side of his utility belt. The hilt itself was long enough to be gripped with both hands, with black textured grip in the middle of the hilt, and a shrouded emmiter at the lens at the end of the hilt.
He pressed the small silver button from the hilt and a blue light in the form of a blade emerged from the hilt with a loud hiss that followed with a low hum. The wanderer didn't have to wait long before the Grimm that was the closest to him lunged, its red eyes blazing as its claws extended and teeth widened.
But he was quicker, swinging his strange weapon across the creatures neck, cutting its head clean off its shoulders. The rest of the Grimm immediately went on the attack, intended on avenging their fallen brother by ripping the wanderer piece by piece.
The wanderer ducked under a swipe that would've taken his head clean off before swinging his energy blade across the Grimms mid-section which sliced it in half. He greeted another one with a swift downdard swing at its arm, cutting the limb from its body as it fell to the ground.
He lunged forward and plunged his weapon into the Grimms chest, killing it instantly. Pulling the energy weapon from its chest he turned towards his remaining enemies and prepared for another round. The last remaining Beowolves growled and snarled as they stalked around the wanderer in a wide circle. He watched and analyzed them as his grip on his weapon tightened his weapon, waiting for their next move.
The Grimm made two revolutions around the wanderer before they came to a complete stop, their claws kicked up the snow and dirt before they inevitably charged.
Waiting for that exact moment, the wanderer spun and threw his weapon. The laser blade impaling the first Beowolf like its fellow Grimm before it, and in a matter of seconds the creature collapsed like dead-weight.
With one target down, the wanderer felt the remaining Beowolf barr down on him and he reacted quickly. He danced swiftly, avoiding blow after blow with ease as if the creatures wild swings were predictable. One could say that he was untouchable. After dodging the claws of its left arm, he grabbed the limb before he flipped upwards with remarkable agility until getting onto the creatures back. Using its bone-spikes as a makeshift leverage as the Grimm attempted to shake him off. Gripping tightly, he reached his right hand out and concentrated.
His weapon, now retracted and laying on the snow covered ground, shuttered before it somehow flew right into the wanderer's hand. Armed again, he igniteded his weapon and removed the creatures head from its body with a swift swing. The creatures decapitated head rolled in the distance, and its body fell with a thud before the wanderer rose back to his feet and stepped away from the dissolving corpse along with its fallen brethren, leaving only their bones behind.
He switched it off and gave a tired sigh. He knew that the chances of the local wildlife coming back to the area was slim, and all combat would've scared even the squirrels in the trees.
However, the day was still early and from the look of things it seemed like there were no more Grimm in the area.
The wanderer turned, planning to head further North-
He felt something slam into his chest, sending him skidding across the ground as his metalic hilt was knocked out of his hand. The sudden burst of movement caused his hood to come off, revealing the face of a young man who was roughly with fair skin, a head of hair that transitioned from a white to a light blue hue, over a cyan color into a dark blue, and was roughly seventeen years of age; along with a pair of dark grey eyes.
A Beowolf, larger than the rest of its pack with more protective bone-like armour growled ferally at the young man. It rose up on its hind legs and slashed in wide arcs, the hunter humanoid wanderer ducked and fliped backwards from the Grimms reach before extending his hand. In a matter of seconds the creatures was sent flying to its back by a powerful explosive force.
Seeing the opening, the humanoid called upon his weapon back in his hand before igniting it. He jumped straight into the air and aimed his weapon at the downed creature before he delivered one last stab into the creatures chest, slaying the beast.
With the final threat nothing but a fading dust, the wanderer switched his weapon off before mounting it on the right side of his belt as he walked back to the forest. Pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head as he disappeared into the trees.
Unkown to the wanderer, a man with a tattered red cloak watched the whole exchange with binoculars. Carefully tracking the young humanoids movement as he talked on his scroll.
"It's definitely him." The cloaked man said, "You sure about this, Oz? We still don't know alot about this kid."
"Yes. Trying to locate him all this time has been a rather... difficult, so we cannot let this opportunity pass." A voice from the other end of the scroll responded. "And from what we've seen so far, he could be a rather powerful ally for the times ahead."
The man known as Qrow Branwen sighed as he saw the young humanoid he had tracked for the past year slip out of his sight.
"You better be right about this, Oz." He said before he hung up and followed the wanderer at a safe distance.
In his office Professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy, leaned against his chair. Hands clasped together in deep thought.
"I take it Qrow has found him?" A familiar voice asked, causing his head to snap towards the source. His most trusted associate and friend, Glynda Goodwitch, approached him.
The headmaster nodded, "After four years. He's been hiding in the Northern forest near Atlas, very remote and Isolated. Not suprising considering how it seems that he wants to live alone."
The blonde huntress pulled her scroll and looked at the data displayed on the device. "What are our chances of actually getting him to Beacon? It won't be the same as how we've reqruited the other students."
"Perhaps," The headmaster replied, grabbing his cane before he stood. "But it wouldn't hurt to try."
"Run, boy!"
"Coward!"
"Failure!"
"Why couldn't you save me?"
"Help me!"
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"You are no Jedi!"
His eyes shot open as he jolted awoke with a gasp, throwing the brown blanket that covered him off of his chest. His breath was frantic as his heart pumped rapidly in his chest. His head sweeped around the small room he was in, one corner to the last as he searched for something that wasn't there.
It was one of those dreams again. The same dreams that had haunted him for years. But that was all that they were in the end...
Just dreams.
The young man stood at the sink of the closet sized room and splashed cold water on his face before looking at himself in the mirror. His hair that was cut to a more managible state was stuck to his forehead with a combination of sweat and cold water as he stood with just a pair of his black cargo joggers and no socks, leaving only his slender but athletic upper body along its various faded scars that told many stories exposed for all to see.
His name was Jaden, Jaden Skywalker. A former Jedi Padawan and adoptive son of the legendary Luke Skywalker.
4 years. It had been 4 years since he survived the attack of the Jedi academy and the First Order. 4 years since he crashed on this planet and called this world his new home.
His only objective now. To live out the rest of his days, to be forgotten and fade into obscurity.
He would occasionally head to the port city of Argus if he needed anything specific, he even went to Atlas once or twice when he needed to such as cleaning and medical supplies. Sometimes he would even do odd jobs using the skills he learned during his time as a former Padawan.
Even though he lived off the land, Jaden knew more than enough about the planet he found himself stranded on. Keeping up with the events going on across Remnant and the 4 kingdoms. It didn't take long for him to realize that he was somewhere in the unknown regions of the galaxy, untouched and free from the First Order.
After spending a good while brushing his teeth and washing his face, before putting the rest of his clothes on and went to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. That was until the sound of footsteps caused his ears to perk up. Three separate pairs, meaning that three individuals were outside.
It had been almost two years since he last had visitors.
Confused, the former Jedi crossed the room in three quick strides toward the front door before he used the Force to pull his lightsaber from the kitchen table back to his hand, just in case he would need to defend himself. He held the weapon out of sight as he opened the door just enough to get a good look at his unexpected guests.
Jaden was greeted with the sight of two human men and a woman on the other side. The one that led them looked to be the oldest with silver/grey hair and wore an all black suit and vest with a green scarf around his neck. A pair of small, circular glasses rested just below a set of intellectual eyes while his left hand rested on a cane with a cloak-work trigger handle.
The woman beside him had light-blonde hair and also wore glasses that covered her green eyes. Dressed in a long black skirt and a white blouse with a black/purple cape that flowed behind her. Her expression was calm, but stern expression, reflecting in how she gripped the odd riding crop in her hand.
The last of the group looked to be younger than his two associates. Black hair slicked back into spikes with a pair of red eyes. His posture was more laid back in appearance, but Jaden's trained eyes knew that the man had a lot of skill under his belt. It also showed in how his hand rested on the handle of a sword that rested on his lower back underneath his tattered white cloak.
"Can I help you three with anything?" Jaden asked, his voice calm and hiding his caution.
"Are you Jaden Skywalker?" The grey haired man asked.
The former Jedi Padawan tightened his grip on his lightsaber, his thumb etching closer towards the switch as his expression remained calm. "Who's asking?"
The red-eyed man chuckled before he pulled a small flask from his cloak and took a swig.
"Just some folks who want to know your name, kid." He said casually.
"I apologize for showing up out of nowhere and making you feel the need to be on guard, young man. But I assure you that we mean you no harm. We only wish to speak to you."
The former Padawan searched for any sign of deception on the older mans face but he could neither find or sense any. He stepped back and opened the door, allowing them to enter. Hooking his lightsaber to his belt, Jaden led them to the living room before he went to the kitchen to make some herbal tea for 'guest' before he handed the beverages to them (the red caped one excluded) before he took a seat in his armchair while his 'guest' took up the couch.
"Do you know who I am?" The older man asked, taking a sip of his beverage.
"You're Ozpin, Headmaster and proffesor of Beacon academy in Vale, right?"
The man now known as Ozpin simply nodded, "Indeed I am. The woman beside me is my deputy headmistress and associate, Glynda Goodwitch. And this is Qrow Brawen, a huntsman and good friend of ours."
"Well it's nice to meet you all." Jaden said, "But I have a feeling that this isn't a simple house call. No one really comes here this far North just to say hi, especially huntsman. So why are you here?"
A small smirk formed on the headmasters mouth, "Do you know why we're really here, Mr. Skywalker."
The young Padawan contemplated Ozpins question before he shook his head. Upon his respons, Ozpin took out his scroll and and played a video before showing it to him.
The room fell to silence for a moment. Ozpin simply turned his head towards Glynda and nodded at her, and the huntress pulled her black scroll. In an instant, a certain video made the former Padawan's eyes widen briefly in suprise. It was something that he never thought he'd see again.
A simple escape pod, one that galatic smugglers would use in case a space battle didn't go as plan or to escape from the authorities. But Jim knew all too well what it was, it was the vessel that managed to get him safely on this planet he now called home. And from the pod, Jim exited the vessel with his old jedi Padawan robes with its hood concealing his face.
The former Padawan stayed silent, unsure of how to respond. He didn't expect to be found out so quickly and didn't have any idea what these group really intended. Where they going to turn him in to Atlas? No. If that was what they wanted then they wouldn't have come to his home peacfully, and he sensed no lies from the headmaster.
Still, Jaden wasn't sure whether to trust them or not. But at the moment, he saw no other option but to comply.
"There are many people looking for you, Skywalker. People who want information that you possess."
"What information?"
"Information of advanced technologies that we can only dream of. Space travel, energy sources, information on inhabited planets besides our own." Ozpin answered, "You see, Mr. Skywalker, you may be one the most valuable people in Remnant. Which is why it was why we spent the past four years searching for you."
"Well here I am." Jaden dryly replied.
"I do apologize for the inconvenience," Ozpin said, "But there is a reason why we need you."
"And the reason being?"
With another swipe of his scroll, Ozpin selected a video showing his latest encounter with the Grimm he faced the day before. "We've come to offer you a place in Beacon academy, Mr. Skywalker."
All eyes were on the former jedi was caught off guard, and again, he unsure of how to respond. All he had was one simple question...
"Why?"
Ozpin stood from his place on the couch, his cane before him with both of his hands that rested on it. "I can see much potential in you, from what the people you've met spoke about you and from I've seen, potential such as yours could be beneficial to Remnant."
Facing the headmaster, Jaden locked gazes with older man, trying to figure out what the older man's true intention was. But he masked his emotions well, to well, but everything he spoke rang with truth which suprised the former Padawan on some level.
"What are you gain from this, proffesor? What's your stake in me going to Beacon compared to the other people who'll go there." Jaden questioned after a brief moment.
The headmaster's lips curled into a half-smile. "It isn't what I gain, Skywalker. In your eyes I see the eyes of a warrior. A warrior without a purpose, but destined for great things. But of course, the decision is ultimately yours and we won't give out information for where you live, you have me and my associates word on that. I'm only here to offer you a chance to hone your skills and find the path you will one day take."
Ozpin reached into his coat and produced another scroll before sitting it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. "The new semester starts at the beginnig of next week. Should you decide to attend my school, all the information will be here.
And with that Ozpin and his fellow huntsmen made their way towards the door. Qrow however, lagged behind.
"We ain't gonna twist your arm about going to Beacon, Kid." He said, standing from his seat. " That's your choice at the end of the day. But I'll say this; It doesn't really matter if you come from some advanced alien world or not, you've got a lot of good in you and got the potential to do some good for a lot of people here."
The huntsman then gave a simple nod before following his comrades out of the former Padawan's home, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
"Do you think he'll decide to attend?" Glynda asked as they where a ways away from the alien's cabine.
Alien...
She honestly still had a hard time believing that there where actually other forms of life on different world aside from their own, despite meeting one in person just minutes ago. It was honestly an experience for her. Just the thought of life with advanced technology and weaponry that far surpassed their own made her wonder about the possibilities that could happen; but in the back of her mind, she feared what would happen if other alien lifeforms decided to visit Remnant. Would they be peacful and share their knowledge to help improve mankind, or would they set out to conquer their planet? If it was the latter, how could the world possibly be ready for that kind of assault? Sure they had Aura, Dust, and even the four maidens; but in the state the world was in now, she wasn't so sure.
Ozpin hummed, in thought for a moment or two. " It's hard to say for sure. I don't blame him for being skeptical from our sudden arrival and invitation, along with him hiding his presence from the world for all these years. But I think he will make the right decision in the end."
"Well I hope you're right about this, Oz." Qrow said as he took out his flask and drained the remaining contents with one gulp.
Stepping into the clearing where their Bullhead warmed up and was ready to take flight, Ozpin paused before he looked back to the forest. He wasn't sure what the young extraterrestrial known as Jaden would make, but some part of him was confident that he would make the decision that would not only benefit him, but perhaps the rest of their world.
The hours had slipped by, and the sun had long set. But Jaden had yet to notice that he sat in the living room of the cabin as he stared at the small flames licking the walls of his fireplace.
The former Padawan was at an impass. A part of him strongly wanted to ignore the invitation that was given to him, but something deep within the back of his mind made him pause. His thought went back and forth, trying to decide what to do next.
He remembered the stories his adoptive father told him when he was a young Padawan, stories about the Jedi before the great purge of the order before the rise of the Empire, their exploits, and what they stood for.
He was fascinated when his told him the tales of his life... but now they were painful memories that reminded him of what was taken from him all those years ago.
The mere thought of it caused his heart to ache and the dark memories came flooding back.
Screams, the smell of smoke and the bright orange of flames flooded through the temple.
His younger self, terrified and alone as he desperately searched for his father through the ruins of the academy. The bodies of his fellow Padawan's and old Jedi master littered the floor.
He stood fast, the couch being pushed back unintentionally from the force.
Running a hand through his feathery strands of hair, Jaden breathed deeply before sitting back down on the couch. Going back to thinking what he should do, he reached for the lightsaber and unhooked it from his belt. The weapon he made by himself with a little help of his fellow Padawan's and his father, its elongated hilt was custom built to be slightly longer than the standard lightsaber hilt. It was one of the few posessions he cherished dearly, a reminder of his former life and what the Jedi stood for.
Tightening his hand, he pressed his fist against his forehead. The former Padawan mulled over what he should do. What was the right choice? And what would his father and master say if he was with him now?
He knew Leia and even Han would want him to go, to learn about the world he now inhabited and called his home. His father would have also wanted him to go, to improve his skills and knowlege in the ways of the force, and to use those abilities to help others. It's what a Jedi would do...
Even if he wasn't one anymore.
With a tired sigh, Jim leaned back against the couch, finally letting his mind settle on his choice before he reached for the scroll given to him by Ozpin. He dialed the only number displayed in the contacts list of the device and waited for the line to pick up.
"Hello, Skywalker, is there something I can help you with?" Ozpin's voice floated calmly through the speaker.
"I've made my decision, professor..."
To be continued...
A/N:
Phew! That took alot longer than I thought, but it's done.
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