I LIIIIIIIIIVE!

My spring break hiatus is officially over! I return to you all now, at the turn of the tide (hehe). Before I get into the reviews, I want to talk about something recent in the Star Wars Community.

Episode Nine's Trailer and Title Reveal.

This is my reaction, abridged: *KAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

I liked it. A lot.

Oh, and also the reveal of Jedi Fallen Order. It looks good as heck. Here's hoping EA won't screw it up. I will be taking much inspiration from what we know of this game. It genuinely looks fantastic.

And we saw footage of the Mandalorian Show and Clone Wars season 7. I will be purchasing Disney Plus now. Like, now. Right now. Give it to me RIIIIIGHT NOW.

CT7567Rules: I haven't considered adding Clone's into this story just yet. I probably will though at a later date, when seasons two and three are done.

Guest: Heh, that would be funny. She'd probably freak out over the controls, I know I would. They probably will meet Luke. I mean, c'mon, it's a Star Wars Fanfic.

Linkin Park Fan: Awww Thanks. It was a Bolin thing to do.

Let's do this!

Crash landing! Avatar Korra investigates a falling star, only to find our mysterious traveler badly injured! After recovering him, she journeys to the Spirit Forest and opens the portal taking the first step to restoring balance between spirits and man. Meanwhile, tensions are high between Korra and her father after she discovered he was hiding a dark secret. Years ago, Tonraq was banished from the North. And now the Northern navy has landed on Southern shores. What other plans does Unalaq have for the Avatar?

Katara's Healing Clinic wasn't the largest clinic ever, and seeing as how she only was given "Special Cases" it never needed to be overtly large. Despite it's size, it had Katara on staff nearly 24/7. Which meant, given her reputation as one of the saviors of the world from the 100 year world and one of the best water-benders...ever, made sure that the clinic would never shut down. But today they weren't accepting patients right now, they had a very...unique case right now.

Korra watched from the sidelines as Master Katara looked over the patient, the guy she found from the crashed "ship". After she returned from the Spirit Forest in the South Pole (alongside everyone else) She elected to ignore the northern water tribes military " stay" for now, and met up with her father (despite the tension built up between the two) at the clinic, where they brought him to her old water-bending master. The man was put in the healing tub, had his clothing (except for his briefs and underwear, they weren't perverts) removed, and bandages were placed over the wound right after they removed the metal spike in his side.

As Katara used her bending to heal and assess him, Korra pondered to herself. Who was this guy? Why did he seem so familiar? Why did she see the traitor from one of her old nightmares? She motioned over to the man's bag, which was left on top of a small corner table. The bag was laid next to a small...hilt thing which she grabbed first. It looked bizarre to say the least. A cylinder seemingly made out of steel, it had grooves and several knobs spread all out along it. There was a button placed in the middle, but she didn't press it. She didn't know what it was and didn't want to right now. She put it down and turned her attention to the bag. Opening it, she took out several items. A decorated cube, pyramid, and a mask. The mask was what intrigued her. It had a central horizontal opening, an enclave in the center connected to the horizontal opening, and a second vertical opening positioned on the elevated face plate of the mask. Additionally, the mask extended to the neck with a small gorget, and was damaged alongside the surface.

The mask...it seemed to be...calling to her. Asking her to put it on...she couldn't control herself. Her hands moved closer to her face...closer to putting it on...

"Korra, could you come here for a second." Master Katara interrupted her. Removing her attention from the mask back to the elder, she quickly put everything back in it's place before joining Katara. "What is it, did you find what's wrong with him?"

"Well...yes and no. I managed to heal the wounds he had when you brought him in, but I can't do anything about the scars." Korra glanced down to the man, and gasped as she saw his body. It was fit, well kept. But the scars were what drew her awe. So many scars...she didn't know where or how he got them and she doubted she wanted to know. "But there's something else. As I went to his chakra's, I found something...strange."

"What did you find?"

"He doesn't have any." That shocked the Avatar. "What? How is that possible?" She asked.

"I don't know, but believe me he doesn't. Instead, I've been feeling something else. Something very different from anything I've ever felt." She looked up to Korra, who watched as her master healed. "Feel this."

Korra then bent water around her hands and the life-liquid began to glow, signifying that it was ready to heal. She brought it down onto the man's body and began to heal. "All around his body are spiritual pools the likes of which I've never felt before."

"Yeah...I can see that too. It feel's...raw. Untapped and...closed off?"

"Exactly Korra. I think we have to open those pools if we want to heal him. Are you ready?" Korra looked at the man, his eyes closed and his face blank. His coma really wasn't helping anyone, and they needed answers. If they opened whatever was inside him, maybe he'd wake up. They needed to know who he was.

"I'm ready."

"Listen to me right now, and listen well." Master Gida spoke to him. They were in a small, hollow pillar. The carnage outside raged on as his master stared at Ryder hard. The clones had betrayed them. A traitor revealed them-self. Who was it? It didn't matter right at this very moment. She was giving him her final lesson.

"Stay hidden here. Don't come out unless someone we trust finds you, or you are sure you can leave. Do you understand?" She asked, her voice stern. Ryder nodded, tearfully. The 13 year old had just became her padawan and looked up to her highly. It was hard not to, she was a war hero after all. 8 consecutive battles in a row, and she won all of them. The clones respected her, the council respected her, even the Senate. She was one of the most popular Jedi in the republic, right after the Negotiator and Chosen Ones themselves. Of course, losing a leg and returning to the temple for a robotic replacement and rest would make anyone need some rest. That wouldn't happen right now though, not ever again.

"The Galaxy is going to be changing Ryder, you need to stay safe out there."

"B-But what about you? I c-can't let you leave me!"

"Ryder get a hold of yourself!" She snapped, but quickly shushed and covered her padawan's mouth. Movement outside, she didn't know if it was friendly. She didn't count on it. She waited for them to leave, before resuming her speech. "I can't be there for you. I have to make sure you stay alive. You have to stay alive, do you hear me?" She demanded.

"I-I understand."

"There are three rules for you to know when your out there. Don't Stand Out. Accept the Past. And Never Trust Anyone, trust only the Force." Three rules. Simple, easy to understand. Ryder nodded. Gida sighed before smiling at her padawan, the Mirialian lightly brushing his hair. "You have a destiny Ryder, I've seen it. You'll do great things." Letting go of her padawan, she turned back on her serious side. "Stay hidden." She then leaped out of the hollow pillar, covering it with rubble to better hide her apprentice and joined the defense of the temple.

Her last act.

Ryder sobbed as he listened to the carnage, the screaming, the fire, the blasters. He gasped as he felt his master's life end suddenly, a stab in the back.

The padawan gasped as his eyes snapped open and he shot up. He clutched his chest, desperate for air as he felt his lungs inhale precious air. Up and down, Up and down. He felt...better. He looked at his side, no metal sticking out of him. Instead there was several bandages wrapped around his lower body. The side wrappings were bloody, but he felt the wound and he knew it was closed properly. There was a pain in his side, but that was good. Pain meant he was alive, and death never was very appealing for him.

He remembered again. He wanted to forget it all, but he never could. He hated that part of himself, his life before the Empire. Master Gida was the closest thing he ever had to a mother, she was known as one of the sternest Jedi in the order, but she knew so much and she taught him much of what he knew. Even if he never used half of her lessons, he always would remember her. Which was why seeing that night again, in his dreams, all that much painful.

Don't Stand Out. Accept the Past. Never Trust Anyone, only trust the Force.

He followed 1 and a half of these rules. Now look where that got him...where was he? For the first time, he began to look around. The room he was in seemed to be a clinic, and he was in a tub of water of some kind. Strange, but hey, he wasn't dead. That was a plus in his book. The room seemed to be very...primitive for lack of a better term. It had seemingly stone walls and symbols spread throughout the rooms on paper? Who used paper anymore? He turned to the side, on a small table was his stuff. His shirt, pants, tunic, blaster, lightsaber, and the bag. Quickly getting out of the tub, he put back on his clothing and clipped his blaster and lightsaber to their respective holsters. Grabbing the bag and sliding it on his shoulder, he began to look for a way out of here.

The door out of the room was easy enough to find, now he needed to get out of the building. As he walked the halls, he felt different. The feeling was hard to describe, the closest way he could describe it would be that he felt...whole. He hadn't felt like this since...

"Your awake!" Someone spoke behind him. Ryder gasped as he quickly turned and, instinctively, shot his hands out. He felt a rush of energy, and the person was sent flying back. He stared at his hands in astonishment...he didn't...mean to. He closed himself off on purpose...he was...back for a lack of a better term.

"I am so sorry!" He spoke quickly before rushing past the person and bolted out the door and into the snow-fields. He ran quickly, his mind rushing faster than his feet. He didn't mean too, he didn't mean to. How did he do that? He meant to close himself off, how was he connected again?

He spotted a city, made of snow, in the distance. He made his way towards it.

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Korra was not a happy camper at the current moment. The meeting with members of the tribe at her parents house was going...poorly. It was mostly due to Varricks speech of independence, which Korra didn't agree with. "All Unalaq is trying to do is make our tribes unified again."

"No, he wants control of our wealth. My wealth. And I like my wealth. If Unalaq doesn't pull his forces out, then we have no choice but to fight for our freedom!" Varrick announced with a gesture, but then began to munch on another one of the cookies provided. But his general goofiness was ignored by the masses as they began to rally up in agreement. Cries of revolution began to make there way around.

"You want to start a war? Are you crazy?" She asked everyone. Tonraq placed his hand on her shoulder, and sternly spoke. "Unalaq started this, not us." Korra scowled. He sighed. "I'm sorry, maybe you could speak with your uncle. Tell him how frustrated we all are. He'll listen to what the Avatar has to say. Do it for me." He asked his daughter, who didn't look at him.

"I'lll do it for the tribe." She responded harshly and got up. She slammed the door behind her as she left. Now outside, she slumped to her feet and sighed, rubbing her temples. Everything was a mess. She didn't know what to do right now.

"Korra, Korra!" Master Katara and a nurse were rushing towards her. "What's wrong?"

"The patient, he's woke up and now he's missing!"

Korra gulped. Looks like meeting with Unalaq would have to wait for a bit.

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The city was entirely made out of snow. Buildings, snow. Streets, snow. Benches, Snow...he though. Ryder decided that this place was weird, oh so weird. He walked past the numerous people as he tried to keep his head down. Don't stand out, Don't stand out. Doing that was a lot harder than it sounded in the current moment, with his attire and all that. He bumbled past several people, muttering his apologies as he kept moving. He didn't notice the teenager pulling a rickshaw carrying two identical twins. They (the twins) chatted amongst themselves while the "driver" struggled to carry the load. That was until Ryder, not looking where he was going, bumped into the burdened and made him drop the cart. "Boyfriend, why did you stop?" The female(maybe? It was hard to tell, the two were identical) twin demanded.

"Uh...nothing Snow-bunny! Just knocked into someone." Bolin gasped out as he struggled to lift the load back onto his shoulders. Ryder watched for a quick second, before his sympathy took over and he helped the guy. "Sorry about hitting you, didn't look."

"No problem man, happens!" Ryder had to admit, the guy was cheery despite his circumstances. Bolin, now once again struggling with the weight on his shoulders, got a good look at Ryder's face and his eyes widened. "Hey, it's you!"

"Uhm, sorry?"

"You, from the crashed ship back in the south pole, your ok!" Ryder didn't react outwardly, but internally he was screaming for his life. This guy found him? Kriff. He'd have to lie. "Sorry...I've never met you."

"Well, due of course you haven't. Y'know, being unconscious and all. I'm knocked out all the time, I'm a pro-bender after all." The guy just kept. On. Talking! Ryder didn't know whether he wanted to run or stab himself in the head with his lightsaber just so this guy could shut up! He held no ill will against him, but he just kept on TALKING! "Oh, I haven't even introduced myself yet! I'm..."

"Bolin!" The female twinned snapped at him. Bolin squeaked as he was now at attention to her. "We will be leaving now. You will meet us again in our quarters for you to serve us once again."

"Uhhh..."

"Excellent." The twins then walked away, ignoring both Ryder and Bolin (Who sighed in relief as he put down the rickshaw.) "Yeeep, that's...uh...my girlfriend. Yeah, she's-she's great. Love her. Yeah."

"Good...for you." Ryder responded, his tone wary.

"Yeeeeep, it's a lot of fun...yep." As Bolin did a few stretches, a small orange rodent crawled onto Ryder's shoulders. Ryder, ever being the calm one, wisely decided not to panic and shake it off. That would most likely result in being bitten, and he did not want to be bitten right now. Instead he let out a small "Euugh" in shock. "What in hell is this small orange rodent?!"

"Oh, that my good friend, is Pabu!" Bolin gestured to the small orange rodent, who chirped in response. It jumped onto Bolin's shoulders, and sat there. "I think he likes ya."

"Thats...great." Ryder responded. "Now, thanks for the talk and all, but I really have to go."

"Oh yeah yeah yeah, sure. Probably busy and all. I totally get it." Bolin said. He then began to rant again, and by the force he ranted. The padawan then began to seriously consider bludgeoning either one of them to death but was interrupted when Bolin got excited. "Oh, oh! There's my brother and Korra! I'm sure they'd want to meet you!" As Bolin tried to grab the other's attention, Ryder quickly walked away. He needed to move. As he left, Korra and Mako met up with Bolin. "What is it Bo, we don't have time right now."

"Well sorry that you guy's are 'So Busy'. Just thought you might want to meet the guy from the ship."

"Wait, you saw him?" Korra asked, getting into Bolin's face. "Yeah, he's right oh my gosh he's gone."

Meanwhile, Ryder wasn't in a good spot right now. A good spot for him would be in an small safe-house or a rundown shack, preferably one with heating. Maybe some food, a map, and a way to read the language here. It was probably luck that they spoke Basic on this planet, but with writing he knew he wasn't fortunate. No, he was not in a good spot right now. He was in a bad spot. This bad spot would be in front of what looked like two soldiers in an abandoned alley. "State your identification and you won't be harmed!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you want."

"Don't play dumb with us kid, who are you!" The man grabbed Ryder's collar and got close with him. In reaction, Ryder shot his hand forward, and the man was sent flying away into a wall, courtesy of the force. The other guard stared dumbfounded at what he saw. "What-ugh!" He was silenced by a quick punch to the head, knocking him out. Ryder didn't linger, he had to move. He ran out of the alleyway, only to collide with someone. "Hey! Watch where your-" Their eyes met. It was her, the woman from before, from the cave. He didn't see all of her face before but he knew it was her. But, being the coward he was, bolted the other way. Ignoring their cries to stop, he ran as fast as he could, leaping over people and knocking into pots and other items. It wasn't long before he reached some sort of docks, and as he made his way into port, he crashed into a set of scaffolding. As it began to collapse a worker on top lost balance and was about to fall. Ryder noticed this. No...he wouldn't let him die.

He held his hands up, he searched within. As the man began to fall, he stopped. Floating in the air, the man, confused at what was going on, looked down to see Ryder holding his hands up, struggling. He hadn't used the force like this in so long, he didn't realize that it wouldn't be easy. He grunted as he set the man lightly to the ground, then fell to his knees as he gasped for breath. "How did you do that?" A voice from behind, Ryder snapped his head to the voice, only to be greeted by Korra. The two stared at each other for a moment, before Ryder slowly stood up. "I don't want any trouble...and I don't want to hurt anyone."

"We don't want to hurt you either, but we need to ask you some questions. Can you come with us quietly?"

Ryder considered it, he really did. He didn't know who this person was. Who they were or who they served, if any. He didn't know where he was either. He could be in the unknown regions for crying out loud! It would have been better if he just ran right now...but he knew she was being honest. They didn't want to hurt him, after all he knew for a fact that she rescued him in that cave. Perhaps he needed to trust people more. He'd be breaking one of the rules, but what other option was there. He agreed. "Can you tell me your name first?"

"I'm Ryder."

"Korra."

Far Away

The Imperial Palace, Coruscant.

Emperor Palpatine was not pleased right now. Then again, he was rarely fully happy but that's neither here nor there. But right now, he was not pleased. Rather, he was angry.

Momin's Mask had not been retrieved. The foolish Jedi who had stolen it had given it to another before she died at the hands of Lord Vader. If he had to guess, probably to another surviving Jedi, most likely a padawan. No, he was not pleased at all. What was worse, was that the thief had also stole two holocrons from his treasury. Two special holocrons, that if unlocked, could give a jedi tremendous knowledge and power. The Holocrons, alongside the mask, must be retrieved.

He had no time to do this himself, nor did Vader. He would have to send in an inquisitor. And he knew the perfect place for the inquisitor to start.

"What is thy bidding, my lord?" The Third Sister knelt before the Emperor. Good, she knew her place.

"There is a great disturbance in the force child. You have a new mission."

"I am honored you have chosen me for this task. What is it?"

"A surviving Jedi has stolen three items from my personal treasury and has fled to the unknown systems. Recently, a great power in the force awoke, and it is to my belief that the jedi and this awakening are related. You shall search for this Jedi and slay them, retrieve my items, and discover this awakening."

"It will be done my lord, I shall not fail you."

"I have heard much of your skills Third Sister, you are quite powerful among-st your ranks, beneath only the Grand Inquisitor and Second Sister. " Sheev smirked to himself as he felt the anger rise in the former Jedi. "Accomplish this mission, and I shall make you head of the Inqusitior's and personal training from Lord Vader himself." Elation rose in Third Sisters face.

"I-I-This is an honor! I won't fail you My lord!"

"We shall see..." As Third Sister left his throne room to begin her mission, Palplatine gazed out the window and began to ponder. Why would the Jedi steal the Mask of Momin, and the Holocron of Nomi Sunrider?

Oh well, it didn't matter to him. Soon everything would be back in order.

BOOM! Chapter three done! How'd you like it guy's? Good? Bad? Mediocre?

With Ryder awake, next chapter should deal with him answering some questions and the Southern Civil War beginning. Meanwhile, we got a new Inquisitor, Third Sister, and she's going to start hunting Ryder and Korra down and they don't even know it! Ohohoho!

Next time I'll write something, it most likely will be Waking Worlds Worth. Probably. So don't expect a new update to come soon, just know that I will update this at a later date.

Thank you all for reading! Hope you had a fantastic weekend, hope you went to Star Wars Celebration! Please don't forget to review, your reviews give me purpose in life.