AN: I don't own Naruto/Star Wars: Legends


GRS 4:10:4


Coruscant: Jedi Temple Council Chambers

"So," Dooku stared at the council members, nodding slowly to each of them as he considered their words. "That is your decision?"

"We will consider the words, yes." Mace said slowly, hands rubbing together as he glanced to Yoda. "However, such a thing by someone as young as Uzumaki tend to be done with more emotions than they intend. I understand you've reviewed his work, but this would not be the sort of thing that we can simply allow, or change on a whim."

"I see." Dooku closed his eyes, slowly turning back to Yoda. "Do understand, master, that I did not bring this before the Council idly. I have stood, and shown my worth time and again. While I know you will be thorough, I also implore you to consider that I was thorough as well."

"It will be remembered." Ki-Adi-Mundi nodded, to him, seeming to have a faint smile to his face. Likely considering some of what had been discussed, and finding it to his satisfaction. Good. He needed more people opening their minds.

"Troubling, many of these trains of thoughts are." Yoda shook his head, scratching at his ear slowly. "Much thought, put into he may have. More concerning that makes it, that he has thought so hard on such things."

"Yet in that consideration, he acknowledges his own position humbly, and makes sure to mention more about potential check and balances."

"Of which you've made the case for." Windu nodded, tapping his fingers together in thought. "Until we've had more time to discuss it, the answer remains as a no."

"... very well." Dooku slowly bowed, turning on his heel and leaving the room. It wasn't grandiose, or malicious; simply leaving, as their discussion was over.

Striding down the hall, Dooku considered some of the things that Naruto had given him. It had been a challenge, obviously so by how precisely the boy had worked to word things, that he had given to Naruto about how he would look at the Jedi, and see what more they could do. To his surprise, he'd found Naruto to be incredibly clever for what he'd been given.

The idea of giving Younglings time with their families was something he didn't fully agree with, but that could be forgiven. Naruto himself came from an orphaned background, and perhaps saw a number of those around him with families as being something worth their time. For a Jedi, it was not, but Dooku has not reprimanded him as such for the time being. However, it was one of his other things that had caused Dooku more than some consideration, and hours spent in meditative thought before he'd relented in presenting it before the council.

Relationships being allowed for Jedi Masters. The thought was ludicrous, ridiculous, and yet Naruto had shown more insights that had him curious. He'd cited a number of people from the old Jedi, before various other reforms against such, that had shown that at one point the Jedi had indeed had such relationships. Not the best case, as the Jedi had not had such for many thousand years, but the thought was there.

Then, he'd added the part that made him actually consider it as thing to honestly contemplate. Having the relationship be validated by the council for marriage. Admittedly, in the notes he'd presented Dooku with, Naruto had made much conjecture and cited several times where Jedi had gone around, having relationships, and it hadn't affected their abilities as a Jedi. Master Ki-Adi-Mundi and Hett being two such that had shown as quite recently, with Hett having the side effect of also showing the potential benefit of having Force-sensitive children.

The other argument was what had sealed it for Dooku himself. Openness, and fear. By restricting access to it, that meant that there was still a chance at it occurring. At first Dooku had argued against it, until he'd read the rest of Naruto's statements. Making it something that no one could do, or have access to, outside of medical or racial reasons, showed a fear of those falling to the dark side. The concealment of feelings, when they should be encouraged to express them to their masters could help them control those emotions, was being stifled by their own rules.

That had been what gave Dooku pause. Naruto had thrown up a number of Dark Jedi, many of whom never had bothered with relationships, or otherwise, simply wanting power. Some of them had relationships, but as power plays; ways to ensure their standing, or power from it. And in some ways, those gambles turned out to make them actually return to the ways of the Jedi. While he'd been suspicious, the few he'd had access to find weren't far off on that. And the ones that Dooku had access too showed similar results; there were a good number that fell because of it, but then in turn returned for it as well.

Thinking back as he walked, he considered his own past. Komari Vosa. His latest, or perhaps his last, padawan learner. She had gone through much, and together they had thrived. For a time, it was just another mission, another step forward, and so forth. She'd even proven herself fighting Mandalorians, and in coming out victorious despite insurmountable odds. Yet, her anger and aggressive nature, alongside her infatuation with him, had caused him and the Council to end her apprenticeship.

Now, thinking of things the way Naruto had, he wondered. Had Vosa been allowed to know she had a chance with someone, and that he could have simply told her he had chosen not to of his own volition, would she have turned out better? Would that have been able to ease her anger, built perhaps from frustrations of being unable to express ones feelings. Perhaps. Perhaps not.

As he pondered upon these things, he found himself slowing to a pause, seeing a number of people passing. Nodding to them, he glanced towards one in particular. One who he could consider to be, perhaps, less qualified for things of what Naruto had discussed, due to how he presented and voiced certain opinions.

Jorus C'baoth walked with a number of initiates, seeming to smile and hum as he perused and considered each of them. Several masters already considered that he would recommend his current padawan, Lorana Jinzler, to the rank of Jedi Knight at some point, and that he took the time to visit with some of the Initiates to see who would be his next padawan learner. Others thought he simply wished to express his wisdom, or attempt to impress his ideology upon them, and see who among them would listen and follow his teachings.

Dooku himself found the man crass, but not without things he had occasionally agreed with. The idea that people who were not sensitive to the Force had positioned themselves in positions of power while the Jedi had not was simple foolishness. The Jedi themselves had chosen be apart from their worlds, but who was to say that they were not themselves still members of those people? If a Master chose to retire from the Order, could they not choose to then return to their homeworld if they so wished to experience what the lands that they originated from?

It wasn't that simple. He'd lived too long to think otherwise. Yet, he considered. The Jedi Order was a lifestyle, but one that restricted itself so tightly that he could see in Naruto's arguments where he was poking holes in the deepest, basest parts of the Order. And that was fear.

Were he not as careful, and composed as he were, he imagined that Naruto's propositions wouldn't be listened to until he were a master himself, or upon the council. By that point, most Jedi still wouldn't listen to him, and it certainly take longer, as Naruto was more of a wandering Jedi, rather than a Council Jedi.

Feeling as much as seeing someone beginning to suddenly walk in step with him, he sighed faintly as he nodded to them. "Sheeka.

"Master Dooku."

The Rodian padawan had been given permission by her master to speak with him, Feemor had been good about speaking with and discussing her desires to learn and grow in her studying of the Way of the Ysalamir, or Form II as it was more commonly known. She was an avid learner, and had proven herself an incredibly insightful and quick study of the stances and techniques, even with a lesser capability with techniques that required the Force as part of it, if they were not related to combat in some manner. Much like Vosa in some regards, yet different in many more ways.

"You've been missing for a while master. I was worried I wouldn't have a chance to continue our sessions this day. If you require us to take the day off..."

"Perhaps, that would be wise." Dooku spoke slowly, glancing back to her and checking her reaction. She looked dejected, but not despondent. She understood, even if she didn't like it, and wasn't letting her emotions cloud her judgement. Good. "I've had much to do with the Council, and I wish to meditate on these things. Tomorrow, though. Bright and early."

"Yes master."

She split off from him, moving slowly before breaking out into a jog. Dooku slowed as she did, watching the company she'd chosen to involve herself with. A group of young men and women, known among the older generations of Jedi as those who spent too much time listening to things they shouldn't, or even some who seemed to make up things just to get attention.

While often harmless, he'd noticed that some had begun getting wound up quickly, and had even gotten a few of the older masters to begin voicing the concerns as well. It had started small, well over a year ago, but now had grown nigh out of control. The discussions were all over the place, but they'd built around and discussed a variety of things that ultimately would bring them back to one topic.

Naruto.

Squinting after her, watching as she seemed to rapidly get into a conversation with her friends. Shifting his hand to his pocket, he squeezed his hand slowly, closing his eyes as he allowed his mind to contemplate for a moment. Then, he opened his eyes and strode forwards; poise and purpose to his steps as he left the area.

He had more to do, and not near enough time to do it.

[=-x-=]

Jedi Temple: Training Room

The clash of lightsabers rang out throughout the training room, green and blue blades spinning around as the two combatants danced around each other. With each strike, it was clear who had the more experience in their form, as they pushed forward, nearly knocking their opponent off their feet each time they locked blades for more than a few seconds. Only the leaps and spins of his opponents form kept him from being able to pin them down. As he leapt into the air again, he shifted his weight and managed to nick their arm, causing a startled shout as they landed, stumbling back and shifting in place as they gripped their arm.

"Ah, damn. Good blow Jax."

"Thanks Yas."

The two of them shifted, Yasuo shifting his arm and making sure he hadn't injured it too much. Jax was one of the tougher opponents of his age group he knew he could stand toe-to-toe with, while still realizing he struggled to consistently win. He'd tried a few times against Sheeka, but had quickly found her skills in Form II to have considerably increased, making her incredibly difficult to defeat her in single combat. Jax had said he still could, but the few times he'd watched them, the more he'd thought that might have been a bit of an exaggeration on his part.

"Call it a draw here?" Jax asked, leaning to the side as he shifted back into a starting stance, his lips curling into a smile.

Shaking his head, Yasuo let his blade fade away. "No, I think we can call that a win for you. You tagged me, so that's your win."

"It was just your arm, you could still fight."

"Considering how many times I thought that, then got my legs and other arm in trouble against Sheeka, I'm going to bow out and give this to you."

Jax laughed softly, nodding slowly. "Yeah, I... I can see that."

Despite the laugh, Jax seemed faintly lost, and concerned at the mention of Sheeka. Yasuo understood why, glancing away and sighing. She'd constantly been bringing up the things she'd heard lately, and the more it was discussed, the less they liked. It all had the same subject, and always had such a negative spin to it, that Yasuo was certain that it was intentionally so; the subject being their friend, Naruto.

Each thing seemed so out there that they couldn't help but wonder how people were coming up with them. Naruto was a warlord who had killed thousands, and stuck their heads on primitive spikes to display dominance. He worked for the Hutts, and had performed an assassination against one of their own to establish dominance, before reporting to another. There was a cult of Force worshipers who saw him as a god, and were supplying him with illegal items of his desire in return for his lies regarding the Force. Even someone who had said he had torn through a city to kill a person he had interacted with simply to show that he could.

It was sickening to imagine people throwing around accusations like that. None of them had seen Naruto in near half a year, and yet his name could barely be mentioned without someone having an opinion on things they'd half-heard, or knew only surface level details about. Hardest part of all that was that Yasuo hadn't been able to talk to Naruto since they'd gone to Pelgrin, meaning he'd had no ability to get the stories for himself to be able to try and reveal the truth and scatter the rumors.

Closing his eyes, he slowly went and sat down, leaning back against a wall. After a moment, there was another sigh, as he heard Jax sit next to him. They remained silent next to each other, not saying anything for a good , he opened his eyes, staring straight forward for a bit before leaning against Jax gently. "... do you really think Naruto did all that?"

"Hm?" Jax glanced down, shifting to let Yasuo rest on him more easily. "Well, yes and no. I think he had the potential to do so. He's crafty after all, but... the way they present it is just, bad. The Jedi work with criminals on occasion, to get information and take them down from the inside. And then, somehow, people are turning it in a demonizing statement, like somehow other Jedi are exempt from it."

"It's because of Anakin." The words seemed harsher than he meant, and Yasuo immediately winced at his own tone. "I mean, once he came, people started muttering and whispering about the how he was the Chosen One... but we heard him. We saw the picture, and Naruto said that it was him."

"He also said he knew the other figure. The one Arroway said... well, they said one of them was the Chosen One." Jax scratched at his neck gently, looking perturbed as well. "He said he saw a world burning, and that the shadows choked him. That he said something about not wanting it to happen, or such."

"So they're both the Chosen One."

"That kind of defeats the purpose of Chosen One doesn't it?"

"Does it matter? The prophecy says something, but it was a long time ago after all..."

Jax nudged him gently, getting a soft chuckle out of Yasuo. "Hey, don't go doing that here. We came here to relax, not to talk about Temple discourse."

"I know, I know. I just... it's wrong."

"You care too much."

Yasuo shifted and struggled to say anything, before turning away and lifting himself off Jax to curl in on himself. "... maybe."

"Hey," Jax placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a light shake. "Come on now, you know I don't mean it in a bad way. You're just... you care. A lot of people do."

"A lot of people don't."

"A lot of people aren't the smartest."

"Even Sheeka?"

"Don't put that on me, or yourself... or her for that matter. When you can't talk to him, can't ask him things, you can disbelieve only so much before what people are saying sounds like they've been out in the galaxy more than you, and they might know something." Jax said it with confidence, but there was a faint grumbling to his words that Yasuo only caught from all the times he'd spoken with his friend.

"You don't though."

"I... I don't know what to believe. I know that if he's the Chosen One, that he's scary." He grunted softly at that, dragging a hand down his face slowly. "I mean... you saw that thing he did. That pulsing, black and red aura..."

"He saved my life with it."

"He scared everyone."

"I knew it was him." Yasuo closed his eyes, the image burnt into his mind of Naruto's face, expression, worry. The way his very skin had peeled away and how he'd reached out to protect him. "There was no darkness in his heart... but because of how he looked, everyone kept trying to talk about it like he was the one who brought the building down."

"Alright, that one I know I can give you." Jax chuckled weakly, his smile returning. "We were surrounded by pirates, and there was a pretty clear cut explosion that brought down the Oracle... from the outside. And then there was just, all these people who insisted it was blown up from the inside by Naruto? At that point they're looking for a reason to point fingers."

"Yeah..." Yasuo rubbed his hands together, thinking back to that mission again. "We made off like bandits. All those images, and documents, and words from the walls... that still sticks with me. People so crazed about the future, that they chose to carve their words into the walls because writing them was too slow. I just, what drives people to do that?"

"Fear." He said it so simply, that Yasuo needed a moment to process it before he looked towards Jax. By the time he had, Jax was continuing. "The more I learn, the stronger I become... the more fear I keep seeing in the Jedi Temple. There are so many rules, and stipulations, and just... so much of it screams fear to me. That the Jedi are afraid of something, or a lot of things."

"... what do you think that is?"

Shifting awkwardly, Jax leaned forward and grumbled softly. "I can't say for sure, but... the Sith? Just, the dark side in general. Dark Jedi and the danger of their falling? Feeling an emotional attachment that, if broken, can make a person feel such pain they fall, so... pain, I guess? That's a lot of things that all lead to the same damn conclusion, doesn't it?"

"Yeah... the dark side, huh?"

Both of them nodded to themselves, neither looking pleased by their agreement. The dark side. It was supposedly so alluring that it could even cause Jedi Masters to fall. Masters. The people who were supposedly the most in control of themselves, and the most aware of the dangers of what the dark side could do to them, just, falling. That in and of itself seemed to make the darkness even more startling, and terrifying.

"... I got him to talk once."

"Huh?" Yasuo blinked, turning back to Jax. "Who?"

"... Maul."

That name sent a chill up his spine. Maul. Darth Maul. A captured, captive Sith. Just, bound and gagged in the Jedi Temple, put under more than just suspicion, considering they had captured him guarding people who had performed an illegal blockade and invasion of Naboo. That didn't necessarily make him responsible for such, which was a problem concerning the laws of the Republic, but the Jedi knew that he was a danger if let loose in the Republic, and continued to hold him under suspicions of threats to the Republic. Not an airtight solution, but then no one was asking after him thus far, and the public eye seemed to have lost interest.

"What about it?" Yasuo managed to ask, surprised by how much fear he felt just from thinking about Maul.

"He told me he was surprised. He had been expecting Naruto to come and taunt him more, to try goad him into talking, or telling more about the Sith. I'm pretty sure he was goading me with that, but then he just... smiled, and laughed." Jax shivered, eyes staring out as though recalling Maul sitting in front of him. "He said he was waiting, then didn't say for what. All he said was that he was going to enjoy it."

"... it?"

"I have no idea." Jax slowly pushed himself back to his feet, moving into the center of the room.

The snap-hiss of his lightsaber sent a pulsing blue light through the room that seemed to shift between brighter, and darker. Yasuo hadn't noticed that before, and found himself silently in awe of how the shifts bathed the room in light, then seemed to center it back around himself. For all who could see it, it was beautiful. As it was though, Yasuo idly tried to recall when it had held such an ethereal beauty before, and found himself coming up blank.

Watching him move through velocities, Yasuo watched the speed of his movements, once more in startled awe. Form V, Djem So, was a more aggressive form, and one that Jax used for combat. He had since he was a young man, and had proven his worth with it time and again. However, with his training under Kit Fisto, he'd began returning to Form I, Shii-cho. The velocities were simple, and for most the motions were clunky like that of an advancing lumberdroid. In the hands of one like Kit Fisto, and as Yasuo watched he had to imagine Jax too was becoming more masterful of it, the form was wild, unpredictable, and fluid between each motion.

Moving around him, Yasuo watched, the emotional heat of it seeming to pulse his lightsaber like a blue flame that flickered and danced around him. It was beautiful and terrifying to see, as at the center of it, Jax was surrounded by that flame, and Yasuo could only think on how quickly he would have to react to avoid being burnt, even though the 'flames' were all tricks of the light and blade.

Shaking his head, Yasuo realized that Jax had begun doing so as a way to end the conversation between them, and left the room. He had other things he needed to do in the meantime, and things he wished to think on.

[=-x-=]

Sheeka laughed and smiled as she walked away from her friends, feeling all the more bright and free as she tried to relax further and simply enjoy her day. There was so much going on in the galaxy, and hearing all about them gave her so much more insight and delight in understanding everything going on. She felt knowledgeable, and once she knew the subject, she too could speak on the topics at hand. It allowed her to be apart of the galaxy at large in a way.

Still, as she walked off, shadows of doubt popped into her mind. She knew what she'd been told, and had a wealth of knowledge, but there were so many things she still was unaware of, things she was curious about, and things she needed to know. Needed, not wanted. She understood that a want could be forgotten, or ignored, but knowledge she needed to know.

Looking around slowly, she idly took note of the various people around. So many people, even among the Jedi, who were ignorantly foolish, and tried to keep their heads down regarding various matters. Not necessarily fools themselves, but simply making foolish choices all the same. They were not the same, at least not all the time, but those differences required a keen eye, and an understanding of the galaxy. Like she had.

Knowledge of things that weren't right, like how the Trade Federation were being allowed to walk free despite their blockade over Naboo. Things like the shifting in the Outer Rim, one of the power vacuums from the purported death of Jabba Desilijic Tiure from near half a year ago finally having its whispers reach the Inner Rim. A change in the selling of deathsticks, and a group that were selling what they called 'blood pellets', which purportedly gave one some power or some such; that part she didn't understand fully, but then no one had been able to describe or explain it, as it was just rumor and speculation. It was all so much, and yet so many ignored it.

Sighing, she stretched herself slowly, almost bumping into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"It was meant to be, you are fine."

Blinking at the strange comment, she slowly realized who exactly it was. "Master Elymas."

"You are well?" The master had been one on Pelgrin, and one who had shown himself to be quite eager to rediscover things about the galaxy. As such, he'd occasionally come to her, eager to hear her tidbits and learn of what she knew in the galaxy at large. "What is the news you have for me today?"

"Nothing new just yet," Sheeka frowned, not liking how little she knew, before perking up. "Though, I have heard another curious thought about Naruto."

"Yes? Yes please, do go on." His eyes widened, and his smile bloomed across his face, looking bright and making her feel respected and needed.

"Well, so get this." She leaned in, as though conspiratorially. "I heard he was seen on Ord Mantell."

"Mantell? What was he doing there?"

"Apparently he's acting like a bounty hunter now, and was hunting someone."

"No."

"Yes!"

Elymas rubbed his chin thoughtfully, humming and considering that. "What did he find there?"

Sheeka shrugged, trying to take a moment to recall what anyone had said. What had he found? What an interesting question to ask. It was why she enjoyed Elymas interest, and his desire to discuss things with her; it made it easier to think of more questions and tidbits of information to pry from people to expand her knowledge.

"Ah, of course, that's fair. If he got it there, then we wouldn't see it. A place like that though..." Elymas rubbed his chin thoughtfully, humming and considering what all he knew of the area and areas around there.

That made Sheeka perk up, eyes brightening as she leaned closer. "Oh? Do tell."

"No, no... it wouldn't be good to discuss."

"But you've considered it."

"I consider many things regarding history. If there are things on a world that was once a war zone, then they would not be there now, surely."

A war zone? Surprising how many times Naruto had gone and ended up in such places. Yet another war zone. Was he intentionally looking for them? Places of conflict, past or present? Perhaps even future conflicts? Suddenly the world sounded like a place to look into, as if it were to suddenly come into conflict, that would imply something had been done there, set up perhaps.

"Really? I would still think that it's important."

"Mm, perhaps. But much of the Republic's Dark Age is left to speculation after all."

"The Dark Age? You mean, the Sith Wars?" Sheeka's eyes widened at that. That was incredibly poignant information.

"Mm, I suppose. I was referring more to the fact that we still are piecing together events from a thousand years ago, because of how it forced communications to go down, and the many people who died... tragic, really."

"Yeah..." Sheeka rubbed her chin, trying to think on why Naruto would want to be there. Ord Mantell was a junk world, but if it might have had something to do with Naruto, then it was worth peaking into. "I'll keep that in mind. Do you, uh, know much about the Republic Dark Age?"

"Not much at all honestly." Elymas nodded to himself, smiling despite himself. "But I know a bit about the future, though it's about as much as everyone else knows."

"Oh? And what do you know?"

"He... will return!" Elymas cackled, patting her shoulder. "And then we shall truly see a storm, that will prove the Jedi weak or strong. I am very much looking forward to it."

"You're, looking forward to it?" She blinked, the sudden shift seeming off, and startling. Where had ll this energy come from?"

"Yes! It's lightning, and then thunder. Some rain, but it's those two that are what will make this storm worth watching. It will be..." Gripping her shoulder tighter, he paused, sobering up and turning to her. "... keep an eye on your friends. They will be keeping an eye on you."

"Pardon?"

"Your friends. That's how you will know who are good friends and who are not. They'll keep an eye on you." His grin grew again, and he pat her shoulder. "And you will be lucky to have them, if they are the right friends."

"I... see." She was more used to it than others, but it was still startling to know that he could go from smiling, to serious, and back again so quickly. Often she wondered what insights he had before the changes occurred, but never bothered to ask. It was for him to know, and her to find out.

Suddenly, one of her friends - a Falleen padawan with far too much spunk but made up for it by how much she brought from missions she went on - ran up, panting and staring up at her. "Sheeka!"

"Iowen, hi, how-"

"Aayla's back."

The name froze her, and she tried to process that. She'd heard the rumors, how Quinlan Vos had returned to the temple, seemingly under guard of Master Windu, but had also been seen with Naruto right before his departure. how his padawan was missing, and how Vos had been training again, as though in a fever. Aayla wasn't that much younger than her, but she knew her name well enough; she'd even struck up a passing friendship with Xiaan Amersu, another friend of Aayla's.

"She's back?"

"Yes! And you'll never guess who she's with!"

"Master Vos?" The master had left some time ago, and he had made it seem as though he was interested in finding her again. Perhaps he was still a good man, just looking to fix mistakes.

"No - I mean, yes, but that's not the big one. Naruto is with them!"

And just like that, her heart began pounding in her chest. Fumbling, she turned and bowed to Master Elymas, fumbling out a thank and farewell, and began to follow after Iowen, her eyes wide with anticipation. Naruto was back. She had to talk to him, to find out what he was up to. After all, she was the only one who would be able to piece together what he was really up to, after all that she'd been told. He was up to something, she knew it.

She just had to find out what...


AN: And here, we... go~!

This marks the end of The Long Way Around arc, as Naruto has made his way home, and brought Aayla back around as well. Good things! But the temple seems to hold an energy to it, a chaos that the Jedi themselves ignore. And in the next arc, I get to give Naruto his happy moments, let him breathe, and show you all little curtain peaks before I toss the match in there.


Now, for some Q&A!

batmanuchiha: is anakin gonna learn darker powers than he orginally does before ros?

Possibly. This next arc is going to paint a picture over some things, and Anakin is going to have a part in all of it. That of course means good, and bad things - perhaps, not all of it in balance.

demoncreater2002: Is it possible for Naruto to find a a holocron from the Je'dai?( the were the once that started the Jedi order or were the first force using people) cause if he did he may get some of his answers he had been looking? Maybe even the grey Jedi? Also did you know that qui'gon is considered a dark Jedi?

Is it possible? Always. Probable? I mean maybe? That's more of a "does he even know they exist" as well as "who would be able to bring that to his attention." In time, in time.

Qui-gon isn't a dark Jedi, per se, he's more of a grey Jedi. That said, he is everything you went on to describe him as; one who disregards the council, who does his own things, as he follows the Force. As far as the council knows he hasn't done anything to give him the "dark" label yet, but in Legends it was said that when Plo Koon was given a seat on the council, Qui-gon was considered (by Plo Koon) to be another possibility, but was passed over as he was basically to much of a wild card.

jahi06: Do you think you will include something about Revan?

I mean, I've sprinkled in lots of Old Republic lore already. Having things from near 4000 years ago be made relevant again isn't easy, but having the sheer lack of knowledge when those events are beginning to show themselves as more relevant will definitely start getting specific people to want to cut their teeth on that info and start digging.


Changed up how the Q&A looks to make it a little easier to read - let me know what you think. Is this easier to read/skip for those who want to or don't want to read through them? And don't forget to ask questions! Believe me, they are great to read, and some things might even spark remembrance from me on little topics. I'm a monster at writing all this so fast, but that doesn't mean I remember every detail of Star Wars lore... there's a whole lot after all!

Thank you all for your reviews, they are always great to read. If you haven't seen, the poll to go over the pairing options for Anakin on my Profile page. I look forward to seeing who you choose, and how I'll be able to consider and use it through the building story.

May this chapter find you well, and may the Force be with you.