Miles away from his cabin, the former Padawan stood in the middle of a small clearing deep within the snow covered forest. His black poncho billowing in the cold wind as he stared at the large, flat stone that stood in front of him with the names of the many Jedi that fell during the academy, including his old master.

He kneeled over the grave and unhooked his lightsaber, laying it over the ground above the headstone.

"I'm sorry I took so long getting here." Jaden said quietly. "There's been alot on my mind recently. But I guess you all probably know that, huh?"

The former Padawan smiled softly a brief moment. "So I decided to go to this school called Beacon to complete my training, and I know deep down that would be what all of you would want for me. Though I'm not sure if it'll be exactly the same as the academy, given what dad taught us."

A small gust of wind started to pick up, but somehow it was warmer than it should've been, but yet, it felt somewhat familiar and comforting as it caressed his face and gently flowed past his ears.

"I'll be sure to make all of you proud." he vowed before laying his gloved hand upon the makeshift grave. Staying for a few more moments before picking up his lightsaber and stood. "I don't know when I'll come back. But I hope all of you will watch over me."

The young Padawan hooking his lightsaber back to his belt, sent one final look at his comrades grave before turning and heading back towards his home. "I know you will, Father."

After he called Ozpin, Jaden gathered together everything he needed not only for the journey ahead, but for the time he would spend at the academy he would no doubt be apart of.

After entering the cabin, Jaden approached his couch where a large rucksack was already packed and waiting. Picking it up and throwing it over his shoulder, the former Padawan gave his home one last look before he headed back outside, locked the door behind him and headed down the long trail that led through the forest.

He had a long trip ahead of him.

"Tell me son, what do you know about the force?"

An eight year old Jaden, startled at the question, didn't know how to answer. "It's, um... it's the power that the Jedi have. It makes us fight better and, uh... control people."

A moment of silence filled the empty room as the young boy looked nervously at his adoptive father, but Luke only snorted in amusement.

"True." The Jedi master said, a smile tugging his lips "In a broad sense, that is what the force can help you accomplish. But the Force itself- now there's a more complicated beast. Sit down. Close your eyes."

They sit. Jaden's eyes shut and his back kept straight, and some tension eased from his muscles.

"My master taught me that the Force is an energy field created by all living things. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. You can feel it around you, between you and me, the skys above us and the sea below. Reach out. Can you feel it?"

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to look for, or what he was supposed to feel. But he breathed in deeply before exhaling in a relaxing trance, casting his mind on his life before Luke found him, the near back breaking labor that he endured, and the fear that he felt. But soon those thoughts were replaced with the images of the friends that he made since his adoptive father brought him to the academy, the laughs, the pranks they would pull on the old Jedi masters, and the strange feeling of...

Connection.

In an instant he felt a strange sensation on his fingertips. Something not liquid or solid, but there all the same.

"Yes." Jaden finally said.

"Good. Now what do you see?"

He concentrated harder. It was like peering through a fine mist, and he could somewhat make out the ghosts in the fog. "Outside of the temple. Life and death, and decay... which feeds new life. Warmth and cold. Peace and violence."

"Good," Luke said, his voice coming from far away. Almost as if he was on the other side of a long and vast hallway. "And between it all?"

"Balance."

"Exactly," Luke said, "Some may be better in harnessing it than others, but the force belongs to everyone. To say that it only belongs to the Jedi is vanity. And a true victory doesn't mean that the light must triumph over the dark, or the dark must triumph over the light. For there to truly be peace, there must be balance. Balance like what you just felt."

"I feel something else," Jaden murmured. His eyes squeezing shut and his body language now changed; stiff, but yet relaxed at the same time as he felt halfway between reality and dream. "There's something out there, something cold. It's calling me."

"Resist it, son." Luke suddenly said by his adopted son's side. His presence made the air around them buzz with something indescribable but undeniably powerful. His father's voice was urgent, not concealing his fright. "Don't listen to the darkness, Jaden. Resist it!"

"I can't." His voice trembled, as the furniture around the room started to hover around them. "It's strong; it's calling to me."

Before Jaden could go any further, he felt the gloved hand of his father that held his tightly, almost as if he was holding him down to the earth.

"Don't let it win, son." Luke said, "You're stronger than this. You're a survivor. You have to fight it. Don't go where I can't follow."

Suddenly his eyes shot open, the chairs that hovered around him fell to the ground and Jim was plunged back into the warmth of the morning, hot enough in comparison to the bone chilling cold he had felt earlier. When he looked up, he saw the worried expression that bordeline near terrified.

"Jaden?" Luke asked, unable to disguise his relief. After a few moments of silence he pulled his son into a hug, trying to confort his frightened son as he cried. "It's okay, son. It's okay."

Jaden's eyes opened, the remnants of the dream he had slowly drifted back to the back of his mind as he rejoined the waking world.

He remembered that day. The day of his unintentional look into the darkside of the force, the cold and chilling feeling of its power along it's dark call still left a small shiver in his spine to this day whenever he thought about it. It was only with the power of his father and master, Luke, that he was able to turn away from it; and his father made sure to inform him about the dangers of the darkside, and of course Jaden listened, not wanting to experince such an event again.

After a yawn, he shook away the memory from his head and sat up in his seat aboard the large transport ship that headed to Vale. The former Padawan spent at least the last four hours traveling before eventually arriving at the small town in the valley where he lived, managing to get transport to Atlas where he booked passage to the next kingdom via a dust plane.

He showed the customs officials the credentials that Ozpin had given him, and had no trouble in his journey.

Across from him, Jaden spotted a little Fanus boy with brown hair and a pair of brown dog ears who looked at the former Padawan with a mixture of curiosity and awe. Jaden gave the boy a gentle smile in return, waving at the boy who waved back with a wide grin. The boy's mother, however, saw the interaction and pulled her child's attention away.

"Don't interact with him sweetie." She said, giving Jaden a harsh glare before moving herself and the boy to another place to be seated.

The former Padawan simply watched them go, sighing tiredly from the woman's prejudice at him. But he would've been lying if he said that he wasn't used to that sort of treatment. He was well aware of the bad blood both humans and Faunus had with one another, so it would make sense that most the Faunus population would hate humans right back for the treatment they have to endure on their daily lives.

But Jaden knew not everyone was that way, he had met an equal amount of Humans who treated him and Faunus with fairness and equality. But there were still a great deal of people who looked upon them with fear, hate or indifference, and maybe a little jealousy; many openly refusing to serve them or simply give them jobs because they were differen't.

What made things worse for the was the organization known as the White Fang and their terrorist-like actions. Making a huge majority of the Faunus population look like the monsters the humans had made them out to be, forcing the innocent members of the race to hide what made them unique and special in order to live amongst the populists.

Jaden, however, wasn't part of that group. His father told him every living thing were both equal in the eyes of the Force.

"Attention passangers. We will be arriving in Vale shortly. Please gather your luggage and prepare to disembark." The PA system with a distinctive female voice chimed. The passangers soon gathered their belongings and waited for the ship to land.

The former Padawan pulled his rucksack that was kept in the compartment beneath his seat, making sure that everything was in place as he waited for the ship to touch down.

It would be a few more days before the new semester of Beacon would start, and Jaden had decided to familiarize himself with Vale during that time. There wasn't much point in being in a new place if he didn't know the lay of the land, and luckily for him, Ozpin had already booked a hotel room for him.

However he did find it a little odd to have things like that prepared for him, having been used to foraging for himself for all those years. But if there was one thing Jim knew he was good at it was adapting... he had to in order to survive for as long as he did on this planet.

Seven minutes had passed and the transport vessel finally touched down on the sky-port on the far side of Vale, the passangers disembarked when the ramps extended. Jaden was the last one to disembarked from the ship, his bag slung over his shoulder as he took in the new sights with his dark eyes.

It was obvious that Vale was completely different from Atlas, the northern city was more advanced in technology and architecture given that it was the home to the largest army in Remnant, but also the Schnee Dust Company as well.

But Vale, however, was way more of an average city with its calm yet busy streets. Not nearly as crowded with people and had a more average feel to it.

It wasn't a bad change by any means.

The ride to Beacon quickly for the former Jedi, as he would spend most of his time with the tinckering of his lightsaber, a habit he found himself enjoying much more than he probably should. It was something Jim couldn't exactly explain why, it was like there was always something in the back of his head that nagged him on to improve his weapon; maybe it was his fathers enfluence that encouraged such a habit to begin with.

At the moment, Jaden gazed through the glass windows of the airship he was in, and took in the sight of the approaching building.

The entire ship rocked back and forth again as the ship finished its docking procedures, nearly throwing the three of them off balance again. The former Jedi noticed that the rest of the passengers began to disembark, with them following suit as to not be stuck flying all the way back to Vale.

Beacon Academy, as it was called, a place that took young aspiring huntsmen and forged them into legends that would protect their world from the forces that would see it harmed. And it was here that he would be able to begin anew, not held back by his past. His hand briefly brushed the lightsaber at his side, a reminder of the life he left behind and the memories he had of the days with his father and fellow Jedi before the academy's destruction. But it was best for him to get those thoughts out of his head, or else they would only cause him more pain.

BOOM!

Jaden was immediately knocked away from his thoughts as the sound of an explosion from the courtyard rang through his pointed ears. He turned towards the sound of the blast, and rushed over towards the courtyard, lightsaber in hand, hoping that the school wasn't under attack and the people near the blast were hurt.

When he finally reached the sight, his eyes were greeted with the sight of a familiar young girl in red he had seen back at the ship with a blonde young woman with a pair of lilac eyes. Ruby was her name if he remembered correctly, sat in a crater with a obviously angry white haired girl. Everything about the girl in white looked prim and proper, obviously someone of higher class and status, in fact the only flaw he would see was the pink scar that stretched over her left eye.

Hooking his lightsaber back to his belt, the former Jedi noticed the many small bottles that were just lying around his boots, pulling one of the bottles to his hand by using the Force to get a better look at it. The bottle itself seemed to contain what appeared to be a small dust crystal, something that Jaden had little experience with but knew how dangerous even a small crystal could cause, learning from past experiences. To his suprise the bottles qork was also slightly lose, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that whoever owned this didn't check it very well, but Jim turned his attention towards the arguing pair who most likely caused the explosion earlier.

"Hey! I said I was sorry, Princess!" the girl in red shouted as she stood to dust herself off.

"It's heiress, actually." said another female voice, but this one seemed calm and collective as the one it belonged to approached them.

Jaden turned his head, catching the sight of a girl with a black and white outfit with long black hair and a pair of amber eyes. But her most notable trait was the midnight black bow that she adorned on her head, which the former Jedi seemed to notice was twitching slightly.

She casted a glance at the former Padawan's direction briefly, before closing the book in her hands and tucking it under her arm.

"Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. One of the largest producers of energy propellent in the world." The girl in black calmly said, looking at the girl in question.

"Finally, some recognition."

"The same company infamous for its controversial work forces, and questionable business partners." the ravenette continued, effectively shutting the girl down.

The heiress glared at the two before angrily stomping away.

Jaden could help but shake his head ar the girl in white's attitude. Despite not being a Faunus himself, he had issues with the Schnee Dust Corporation given what they had done to the race in the past. The discrimination, forced labor and countless other forms of unfair treatment being one of many things Jaden found detestable.

It was a reminder of other things he'd rather soon forget.

Turning back, the former Jedi saw the girl in black and white simply walk away, leaving the girl in red alone in the crater, and he could sense the sadness and sense of lonliness that he was all to familiar with.

Felling sympathy for the girl, Jaden approached the her, only to stop when he caught the sight of a blonde haired young man with blue eyes, who mostly had white armor that covered his upper body, which mostly covered up a black hoodie with a red interior.

"Hey... I'm Jaune." The blonde said with a slight hint of anxiety in his voice that the former Jedi quickly noticed. He then reached his gloved hand to the girl, offering to help her up.

"Ruby." She said as she accepted the hand. As she was helped up, she suddenly started to giggle for some unkown reason.

"Aren't you the guy who threw up on the ship?" Ruby asked, earning a quirked eyebrow from Jaden as he continued to look on.

Minutes had passed by as the trio walked aimlessly, and needless to say that they became friends rather quickly, or at least friends they were happy to be with.

"All I'm saying is that motion sickness is a much more common problem than people let on!" Jaune explained, clearly embarrased.

"Look, I'm sorry. 'Vomit-boy' was just the first thing that came to mind." Ruby responded with a giggle.

"Oh yeah, what if I called you Crater-face!"

"Hey, that explosion was an accident!" Ruby yelled, blushing slightly in embarressment.

"Well, the name's Jaune Arc! It's short, sweet, and rolls off the tounge. Ladies love it!"

"Do they really?" Jaden asked quirking an eyebrow as he decided to chime in.

"They well. Well I hope they will... I mean, my mom always mom says that... oh never mind."

Jaden lightly snorted in response of the blondes comment, before another short silence came between the trio before Ruby came up with a bright idea.

"So... I have this." She said, transforming the large red case she had taken from the lower part of her back into her most prize possesion, Crescent Rose. The massive scythe unfolding from its compact form, the large blade's tip piercing into the stone floor with a loud thud.

Jaden looked on at the weapon, intrigued by its design before taking a mental note that it must have took some time to create and also a lot of strength just for her to lift and twirl it around the way she did, with its craftsmanship being a work of art, and well balanced. Ever since the former Jedi crashed on this planet he had witness the inhabitants use the most bizzare he'd ever seen, much like Ruby's, putting some of the most powerful blasters to shame in his opinion. But still, he'd very much take a lightsaber over a blaster anyday.

"Woah! Is that a sythe?" Jaune asked, his amazment was clear as day.

"It's also a customizable, high impact sniper rifle." Ruby proudly stated.

"...What?"

"It's also a gun."

"Impressive." Jaden complimented, causing the red cloaked girl to rub the back of her head sheepishly. "And you made that?"

"Yup! She's my baby!" Ruby said, beaming with excitment as she stroked her weapon in a rather uncomfortably loving manner. "So what've you got?"

"Oh, uh. I got this sword." Jaune said, awkwardly unsheathing his weapon from its sheathe, the latter then expanded to form a shield in his left hand.

Jaden had to admit, the craftmanship for the blade was pretty impressive for a classic. Not a lot of people these days appreciated classics.

"So, what do they do?"

"Well... the shield gets smaller, so I can just put it away if I get tired of it." Jaune explained.

"But, wouldn't it weigh the same?" asked the former Jedi.

"Well... yeah, I guess so?" Jaune muttred in defeat.

"What do you use, Jadem?" the silver eyed girl asked, eyeing Jaden's lightsaber, "Does that cylinder on your hip extend into a staff or shoot anything?"

The former Jedi gave a light chuckle before unclipping his lightsaber from his belt, figuring that it was only fair to show his new friends his own 'pride and joy'. "Nah, it's more like a sword."

Tilting their heads in slight confusion until Jaden ignited his lightsaber, its low hum rang through her ears as the blue blade of plasma shout out from the emitter. Ruby's silver eyes that briefly widened in shock turned to stars as Jaune's jaw fell open before his weapon fell to the ground with a thud.

"Oh my Gods! Is that a freaking plasma sword!" She squeled, before running towards Jaden and began to get a closer look at the lightsaber. And the questions she asked, oh by the Force, the countless questions she asked him would give even a Jedi master a hard time given the speed of which the rapid pace she spoke.

"Whoa, hold on Ruby. We can talk about it later if you want. But maybe we should get the auditorium first, huh?" Jaden offered, deactivating the weapon.

Even if Ruby nodded it was more than obvious that she didn't really pay attention to the former Jedi, her head filled with ideas on how she could make a plasma scythe. At the meantime Jaune was relieved that someone at least knewnwhere they where going.

The amphitheater and the location of the welcoming ceremony was fairly easy for the pair find. The giant room packed with the entire first year class.

"Ruby! I saved you a spot!" A voice called out.

The two turned their heads to see a girl that looked to be about Jaden's age with long, messy gold locks cascaded down her back and past her waist along with a pair of lilac eyes.

"Oh jeez, sorry Jaden I gotta go. See you after the ceremony, guys!" Ruby blurted out as she dashed towards the blonde, leaving the former Jedi by himself.

Now alone, Jaden decided to go into the crowd of students, leaving the poor young knight alone. The task itself becoming slightly more difficult as the hall became more and more packed. The former Jedi soon found himself being forcefully pushed slightly backwards by a rather tall brute with brown hair. The teen simply gave him a scowl filled with hatred before turning his head towards stage, causing Jaden to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

What was that about?

Silence finally fell over the ampitheater suddenly as Ozpin now took the stage. He cleared his throat as he approached the microphone, with Professor Goodwitch at his flank and the rest of the Academy teachers lined up behind him.

"I'll keep this brief," Ozpin began as he adjusted his spectacles. "You have traveled here today in search for knowledge. To hone you're craft and acquire new skills. And when you have all finished, you plan to dedicate your lives to the protection of the people. But I look amoungst you and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose and direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time in this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you this far."

Jaden observed the older man, his words confusing him slightly. To be honest he more uplifting words for the start of the term.

Professor Goodwitch stepped forward to the mic.

"You will all gather in the ballroom tonight. Tommorrow, your initiation will begine; be ready. You are dismissed."

The first years began to exit the theatre, and a familiar buzzing sound rumbled through the halls as they all started to plan their teams or speculated what initiation was going to be.

The evening found the entirety of the first year class crowded in the schools ballroom, the curtains where drawn over the expansive windows and sleeping bags where set up in rows with little to no room for personal space.

The former Jedi sat on the ground with his back against the ballroom wall, dressed in a black undershirt with a pair of grey sweatpants, his poncho acting as a sort of blanket to keep him warm as he slept.

However, the sound of a whimper rang through his ears, waking him up from his previous slumber and catching his attention. And against his better judment, he decided to follow the small sound.

His search eventually led him up to a sleeping Ruby. And she seemed troubled, her figure shook and the whimpering and muttering became more frequent.

It didn't take a blind man to see that she was having some sort of nightmare. Jaden decided to reach over to her and began to gently shake her.

The little reapers hand suddenly shot out and grabbed onto his hand, suprising the former Jedi. The next thing she said made Jim freeze completely.

"Mommy..."

He continued to stare at her with wide eyes as a tear ran down her cheek. "Don't leave me, please." she pleaded weakly.

A wave a sympathy hit Jaden like a truck. From the sound of the young girls cries, her mother either died or worst abandoned her. He instinctively stroked her red tinted hair with his hand, and she cuddled with it, which he made sure to not cut her due to his small claw-like fingernails. But atleast her whimpering and light sobs began to leave.

Jaden sighed as a small smile crept from his face; that was until he heard a whisper in his ear...

"Is she asleep?"

The former Jedi turned his head, his grey eyes meeting the familiar lilac orbs that stared directly at him. The look of worry on her face evident.

"Yeah. I think so." Jaden nodded.

"That's good." The blonde sighed tiredly, "She used to have nightmares all the time. Now they only seem to happen when she's nervous or afraid."

She looked at the younger girl, concern still on her face. "I was hoping that she'd be okay, y'know. But with initiation tommorow, I guess I was wrong."

Jaden only sat in thought before he decided to give the blonde some sort of comfort. He placed his hand on her shoulder, giving her a small smile of understanding.

"It's alright, I'm sure she'll be okay."

"Thanks, I guess." she said, the atmosphere getting slightly awkward. "Name's Yang, by the way. I'm Ruby's sister."

The former Jedi looked back at Ruby and Yang before giving the blonde a quirked eyebrow in confusion.

"Half-sister."

That made sense.

"So, uh. Are you gonna tell me your name?" Yang asked.

"Jaden. Jaden Skywalker."

Yang as she held out her hand to him, and with a split second of hesitation Jaden returned the gesture. They looked into each others eyes, which felt strange at first, but it eventually became comfortable to the former Jedi; warm even.

The sound of a random yawn broke them from their trace before they quickly broke their contact.

"I should uh... get some sleep. Initiation's tommorow, y'know?" she said, rubbing the back of her head.

Nodding his head in approval, Jaden got up and move towards his original sleeping spot.

"Night, Cutie."

Jaden turned to look back at the blonde, only to see her fast asleep. Was she teasing him or was she being serious?

Sighing softly, he decided that it best to leave it alone, before going back to his spot and drifted off to sleep.

In another part of the galaxy, several Resurgent-class Star Destroyers orbited a large planet that had a massive base that covered almost an entire section of the planet. The itself was filled with Tie-fighters and other crafts docked inside and on the runways along with other machines of war.

Inside of the base was a massive dark Chamber.

Kylo Ren faced a towering figure who sat in a massive throne. His face heavily disfigured and wearing a golden robe over his form.

"The map to Skywalker, is still not found." The figure calmy stated, his voice echoing through the chamber.

"Yes Supreme leader. I take full responsibility-"

"Silence." Snoke said in a comanding voice, Silencing the dark Jedi. "While your recent failures have mostly displeased me, it is not why I've called you here."

"What is it that you've called me here, master?"

"There has been an awakening. The son of Skywalker still lives." Snoke simply said.

"... He means nothing to me." Kylo said, looking up to face his master.

Snoke simply chuckled in amusememt, "As you say, my apprentice. But he still be considered a threat to us, even now I can feel his power. The same power that may have the potential to rival the likes of yours."

"...Do you wish of me to dispose of him?" Kylo asked, albiet with hesitation.

"No. Even as you speak those words, the Force paints a far different picture my apprentice. And you have yet to show me your full commitment." Snoke simply stated sternly as Kylo looked at him, his confusion evident even with his mask. "Send one of your knights of Ren, they will dispose of this false Skwalker."

"My full commitment. I have given you everything Supreme leader, have my actions not proven me dedication to my ancestry, to the First Order? To the dark side?! To you?!" A frustrated Kylo shouted.

"Enough!" Snoke shouted, silencing his apprentice. "Perhaps what you speak of is true, but you have yet to fully commit to the dark side, the conflict within you is still strong. So you shall do what I say, or else. Do I make myself clear?"

Swallowing, Kylo finally submitted.

"I will not fail you, my master."

"We shall see." The Supreme leader said before the projector stopped and his image vanished.

Lowering his head Kylo left the chamber, only to meet the bane of his existance. General Hux.

"What's wrong, Ren? Having trouble speaking with the Supreme Leader?" Hux questioned, his tone making it clear that he was mocking the Knight of Ren.

"That is none of your concern."

"Oh, Perhaps not. But I think I'm starting to realize why you wear that ridiculous helmet."

Kylo stopped, turning to face Hux.

"I think it's so no one will see your face. To see what really goes on in there. See what you really are, someone who is afraid." Hux said, the cocking smirk that Kylo grew to detest forming on his lips.

"I do not know fear." Kylo simply stated, the intensity of his voice becoming more evident.

"Oh but you do, because deep down you know you'll never be as strong as Darth Vader-" Hux didn't have the time to finish before Kylo grabbed his throat using the Force to lift him up.

Kylo soon brought his hated ally's face to his mask.

"I will show you, general Hux. I will show you, the true power of the dark side." And with that, he dropped the general down to his knees, walking away as Hux gasped for air.

A/N:

That took a long time to write, and thank you for reading this latest chapter.

Also, if you guys are still confused on how long the hilt of Jim's lightsaber hilt is, look at Cal Kestis's lightsaber after he upgrades it to a double-bladed one.

I would also like to answer your questions:

To Keybladelight: I've been reading your review and I'd like to say thank you for your support. And to answer your question, I was originally going to make Jim a human, but fought against it since I thought it would be more interesting for Luke to adopt an alien and train him as his own son.

I won't tell you about the pairing since it will spoil the story, but I will tell you that it won't be a harem. Also yes, I've seem Rise of Skywalker and I enjoyed the movie despite its flaws. Make sure to review and give your thoughts, I can take it and it will be helpful to me.

May the Force be with you.