03/11/2021 - Author Note: Well Sup! This is my newest project. I am very happy that you are checking out this fic and are giving it a try, thank you! I want to also address this important part of the story. Jedi Outcast is gonna be very different from avatar, Sure Benjamin during water is kind of passive but he may not stay that way (Foreshadowing) there will also be dark topics addressed in this story. This one is gonna be very different from the normal avatar, there will be canon divergences for example some people may die, new situations, new allies and enemies, and some people that died may stay alive. There will also be killing in this fic. Especially during Benjamins dark side moments. I am also planning on adding in a whole new arc (AIR) and a completely different ending! But the overall story structure from Water - Fire will stay the same but with these differences .Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Chapter 1

The smell of the freshly lit cigarette hit me first. My mouth opening as I began breathing out the fresh smoke as I closed my eyes, taking in everything.

The bar held a strange serenity to it. It was maybe four or five o'clock, a Friday…the mixture of people that just recently got off work or wanted to have a nice time began to mix. My gaze focused solely on the wooden table in front of me.

My hand lightly rested over it. My gloved left hand drawing the smoke from my mouth as I rested it is as I took a drink. The sting of the alcohol made me glow with a vibrant red hue as I looked deeper in the sights and noises.

The setting sun cascading the bar in a maroon glow, or even the young couples that made their way to the dance floor. The sounds of strange instruments playing as their music graced my ears, the uneasiness settling away.

"Ay, Benji…"

The voice shook me back to my senses. The old bartender rubbing his hands with a cloth as he stared at me. "What's up, old man." I pressed the coins down on the counter. "Got a raise today. The factory is paying quite well. I can pay rent now!"

The old man glanced at the coins as he quickly swiped them. His old pale skin softly glistened from the pours of sun light. His wrinkled face and deep blue eyes stared into me as he did not offer either a smile or a frown.

His hands went towards his bald head as he slightly massaged it. "Benji…you know you don't have to pay, right?" He pushed back the coins towards my direction. "Na, old man. Thanks for letting me stay here in the apartment above, it really helps me out more than you know. With the state of the fire nation and all…"

Both of our heads went down to the table. Each one of us avoiding the other eyes. Without even looking I already knew what his eyes would show me. Exhaustion, from what I could understand of this worlds history he would of have been living his whole life due to the corruption of this horrid place.

I had seen those eyes…on Dxun, on Onderon, even on Malachor V where we waged our final cruelty, we laid waste on the planet's surface. My fingers went into my glass as I chugged down the spicy liquid, better not to think of the past…

That is the point of the drinks and the smokes, to forget. To forget the war and everything else. I felt a smile form at the tips of my face. My master would lose her mind if she ever heard me say those words…

I quickly shook my head. Knocking her memory away as my gaze went back to the old man. "Hey, old man thanks for the drink. The stills, I already know it must be a pain in the ass to make such good alcohol."

A faint smile tickled his lips as he quickly wiped his hands and went back to making drinks. "Oh, really?" He spoke as the faucet echoed through the bar. "Or are you just trying to butter me up for some more free stuff."

I shook my head. My gaze following back through the crowd. The rows of table slowly beggening to bustle as the waiters and waitresses arrived with plates full of food and liters full of the cheap beer.

My gaze focusing on a pair. A boy, he worn brown work pants and a light tan long sleeved shirt. His hair was messy, but his eyes…green eyes that showed a strong sharpness to them.

The girl…taller than him. Golden hair like one of the dantooine kath hounds, a mature caring aura emanated from her. Gobbling down beer as I got a closer look at her…

"Ay, Benji how about you relax." The old man nagged.

"Nah…I'm all good." I dropped a mound of coins on the table. "Another…"

He folded his hands as I took a whiff of my smoke. "Benjamin…" He said as I rolled my eyes, the talk becoming serious. "Your barely sixteen, I'm not going to supply you…you're done."

I groaned as I took another whiff. Only for the smoke to be plucked out of my mouth by the old man. "Ay…what the!" I protested as I stared at the old bartender.

"That's enough." He groaned as he took a seat, dropping the smoke to the floor as he smashed it underneath his boot. "You have a problem, and I am done supplying you. God, what even happened to you for you to take up those habits."

My fingers went into my fist. The slow feeling of blood trailing into them. Do not remember…that thought forced itself into my head as I tried my best to forget. The smell of blood, the anger coursing through me, the fear…the suffering, and finally the will to leave, but to never forget…

Everything past that is defined by flashes. Smoke and fire from my crash…rising through it and pushing past, a promise to never use it ever again.

The old man was still talking as I released my grip of my palms, me closing them back up to avoid suspicion. "…you were even doing some strange ramblings last night, freaked the ever-living shit out of anyone drinking that night. I had half the mind to kick you out!"

"Ramblings…?" I asked my eyes locking on his own.

He once again wiped his bald head. His eyes closed as he tried to remember. "Something weird…like you were some knight or something. Also, it was kind of weird how you kept on saying you were something…Jeaadi or jeadddi you would strain out with your incompressible ramblings, kind of hilarious if you ask me." He spoke.

A breath of relief echoed from me. A sigh, at least he did not figure out where I came from. Hell, even if he did, he would either think it was just the alcohol or insanity. I would not want to be locked up in a mental institution though, I heard some hellish stories coming from the fire nations "mental institutions" if you could even call them that.

The sudden thought caused a shiver to run through me. Luckily, the old man did not pick up on it though or choose to ignore it.

His gaze went over my head as he stared at something. "That girl…" His hand went to his face. "Two troublemakers, one in front of me and the other all the way over there. Why do I even bother?" He groaned as he stared.

I twisted my head. "Earth Nation girl?" As I spoke those words and I received confirmation I uttered the next question. "What about the boy, do you know him?"

He shook his head. "Looks to be new, walks and carries himself like a country kid."

My eyes shot open. My body shooting up from the chair. "Old man…" I quickly spoke, the terror written over my face. "You got to warn him, about the…" Only to be cut off by the man's hand. "Ben, relax…we're in public."

I nodded my head as I sat back down. For a while now, people from our side of the city have been coming up missing, mostly being sent to those work camps. Sure, it was nothing new…back home on the lower levels people were getting kidnapped more than the senate had enough time to push out more laws.

Though here was the thing…it was an unspoken rule to not speak about it. Dozens of people, maybe even over a hundred have now been kidnapped. It is something that maybe these people could ignore, but I cannot.

Sure, I was not a knight of the republic anymore…I never was to begin with, but I will not let innocent people die, unlike the council. Their faces illuminated inside of my mind like fire…brandishing inside of my head like a hot fork, a permanent mark…no, a reminder and a memory which I could never forget.

The old man quickly shook his head. "No…if he is lucky then he will stay safe, you know the rules…"

My hand slammed into the bar. The sudden sound stopping the music as everyone gazed locked onto us, the old man presented an awkward smile as he nodded back to the musicians to continue. After a second everything returned to normal.

"You may act like this is normal, but it is wrong…the fire nation, this world." I felt my gaze loosen as I stared into the wood of the table, I tried to hide my anger…my wraith and resentment, but it was too hard, I was always bad at controlling my emotions. "This is wrong…I fought for freedom for the outer rim, I fought against dictators…against mass murderers." My hand clawed into the wooden table, the memories bombarding me as I fought to repress them. "I was a member of the order…we fought for justice, for peace…"

A massive sigh erupted from the old man as he leaned towards my ear. "Justice…honor. Huh, Benji…" He leaned on his stool as he sized me up. "A knight…you are no knight. A young drunk, that talks big game is all I see…"

My fist formed into a pointed finger as I stared at him. "You're wrong, I am more than that…"

He scoffed as he took a glance over my head, seeing the golden-haired girl leave through the door. A sack of money thrown over her shoulders, what the hell…did she just fucking rob him?

"You talk big game, talk about how wrong everything is…but you don't know." He turned away from me. His gaze going back to the smiling people and the sounds of music. "We lived like this for years, this is our reality. Not that…" He turned his head down to his knees, soft tears slowly going down his face. "I seen what happens when people fight for freedom, for change…they get killed or forced into prison camps. Or worse…fates worse than death, I heard some messed up stuff coming from the guards that stop by here."

His hands coursed through his bald head. His eyes locked onto mine, fiery anger displayed within. "So, that's you answer…to just lay down and die or let the true battle reach you." I turned towards the window the sun greeting me. "That's no way to live…" I shook my head as I tried to dismiss his words. "You abide by your code, just like how my council abided by their own…it only results in more death, lives that could of have been saved if you acted sooner. Sometimes you must…"

"Break free…" He sneered, his hands reaching for a bottle of alcohol. His hands pulled the cork as he poured out the drink into a spare cup. "For a kid without power, you have a lot of shit to say…"

"Your wrong…" My hand went to my chest as I felt the determination form. "I have the power…"

A chuckle came from him as he laid down the cup. "Really…" He tilted his head like an observant owl as his eyes peered into my soul. "Then use it…"

My eyes went back to my lap as the words reached my skull.

"Use it, free us from the fire lords grasp, free us from the corrupt king that has caused our country to descend into something less than our great nation before. This power which you speak so highly of…"

My eyes went to my hands. Small slits of blood pooling from inside of it. "I can't…" I spoke the words, my eyes closing to not meet his glance. "Never again…I gave it up. It has been what? One or maybe two years, but it feels longer…" An insane chuckle echoed from me. "I gave it up…because I was, afraid…"

For a second there was an eerie silence that hung from us. The sudden awkwardness caused him to scoff as he placed the bottle back on the shelf. "The one that will save us…is afraid of his powers." He chuckled as he sat back down on his seat.

I know that I am useless…I know that I am powerless, but I looked back up towards him as I grabbed the crumpled sheet of paper from my pocket. The sound of something slapping against wood caused him to vibrate back.

He inspected the photo with his fingers. "Why do you have a picture of the Avatar's wanted poster?" He asked as he handed me back the photo.

"A lead…" I mumbled.

His head slowly shaking as he already knew what I was going to say. "Fucking, idiot…" he mumbled as he slightly massaged his eyes.

My hand went to make sure the paper was tucked nicely, to keep away from prying eyes. "If we let darkness fester, it will grow and win. I can't let that happen, knight or not…it is my duty to keep balance." I spoke.

The old man kept shaking his head in disappointment. "You're going to get yourself killed, do you know that?"

"I have been dead…ever since Malachor V." My fingers coursed through my wavy hair, a small smile forming. "I have done some truly dreadful things, but if I can repay the one that saved me…then, I at least must try." I spoke as I got out of my seat as I began to walk.

The old man leaned closer to me as he whispered. "You aren't trying to join the avatar…or the revolutionary army?" He asked as he moved away from me.

"No…I fought, before." I knew what war did to…people like me. "I fought once and gave up everything. I know my life is pretty shit but I don't want to go through that horror ever again." I said as I waved bye to him as I began to walk away. The sounds of my boots echoing through the bar.

"May…the force be with you." His voice traveled. My head turning towards him as he waved bye to me, a slow smile over his face. "What does that sentence even mean?"

I glanced back towards him, my voice carrying weight and sorrow. "It means…goodbye, and good luck."

Author Note

Hi!

This is my newest story! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the oc. Reviews are greatly appreciated and I usually respond to them in the next chapter.

This story is going to follow the main plot of Avatar. Though I want to change up the story a little bit...introducing new situations and new encounters to keep things fresh. I do not want to do a retelling. Thanks again for reading and have a wonderful and awesome day!