Chapter 1

For as long as Lincoln Loud could remember, the ways of the Jedi were all he'd ever known. Like most Younglings, he had been brought to the Temple on Coruscant very early in childhood, almost in infancy. Once he became old enough to formally begin training, it quickly became apparent that the white-haired, blue-eyed, pointy-eared boy from Escobar (a small planet in close proximity to Dathomir) was very clever, almost fiendishly so. He surpassed most of his peers when it came to problem solving and fine motor skills, and he had a special proclivity for computers and technology. He was strong with the Force, too, stronger than many of the other Younglings. He soon came of age, and was selected to be the Padawan of Master Plo Koon, the Kel Dorian member of the Jedi High Council. To no one's surprise, when he imprinted his Kyber Crystal, his Lightsaber glowed the vibrant yellow of a Jedi Sentinel. Under Master Plo's tutelage, he developed powers that few Jedi were able to match. His knowledge of the Force was so advanced that he could make even sand and liquids bend to his will effortlessly. Around the same time that Master Qui-Gon Jinn was conveying his fears about the return of the Sith, Master Plo came to the conclusion that his Padawan was ready to become a Knight. Lincoln was no fool, and could plainly see that the rest of the Council was concerned about his prowess. He therefore made the decision to forego the ways of the average Jedi Knight by becoming a Jedi Temple Guard. He faithfully served the Temple for many years, until one fateful day...

...

Lincoln stood at his post with his arms crossed over his chest. The door he was guarding led to the chambers of an aging Jedi Master that was suffering an illness and wished to not be disturbed. Today was a special day, for this was his last shift before being reassigned to the smaller temple on Lothal. He was soon approached by a Jedi with a face lined with years and sand-colored hair that hung down his back in a ponytail. This was Jedi Battlemaster Cin Drallig, the overseer of the Temple Guards and the finest swordsman in the Temple. Lincoln snapped to attention, touching his right fist to his left shoulder in salutation.

The older Jedi simply placed a hand on his right shoulder and said, "Your shift has ended, my friend. I am here to relieve you of duty."

"As you wish, Master Drallig," Lincoln replied, his voice heavily distorted by the modulator in his mask. He bowed deeply and took his leave, walking through the maze of chambers and hallways until he came to the Temple Guards' barracks. His bunk was covered by the suitcases containing his few but very prized possessions. Removing first his hooded mantle, then his emotionless mask with eyes that were both lifeless and soul-piercing at the same time, he shook his head to free his wild white locks from their former state of restriction. Like all Escobarians, he was indistinguishable from a human aside from his prominent pointed ears. Really, the only quirk that set the two races apart was that Escobarians had a lifespan that was four times longer than a human's. Escobarian children aged normally until their late teens; after that, the aging process was much, much slower. Lincoln hadn't aged a day since he assumed the rank of Jedi Knight fifteen years before.

Stowing away the flashier parts of his uniform, Lincoln threw on a brown cloak over his cream-colored robes and left the Temple to visit a good friend of his before leaving permanently. The streets of Coruscant were still crowded, but less so than before the start of the Clone Wars. Stopping only once to deposit a few Credits in a beggar's hat, Lincoln soon came to a shop with a sign that depicted a tusked animal skull. He stepped inside and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, for the only source of light was the blue flames of the forge in the center of the room.

"I don't usually count Jedi among my clients," spoke a female voice from the back corner. Her face was hidden by a copper-colored helmet, and she wore a matching breastplate over a loose black shirt and pants, brown boots, and thick brown gloves. A brown cape hung from her shoulders.

"Not even an old friend, Stella?" Lincoln asked with a smirk. Stella Zhau was a Mandalorian Armorer and one of the very few people that knew his true identity as a Temple Guard. Back when he had first become a Jedi Knight, he had helped save her business from a group of outlaws that had been banished from Mandalor and were trying to steal her stocks of Beskar Steel. As a thank-you, she had given him one of his most valued possessions: a suit of Beskar plate armor, enameled in the white-and-yellow color scheme of the Temple Guards. She'd also lined his mask with Beskar for added protection.

Stella removed her helmet, letting her jet-black hair hang down her back. Unlike Lincoln's pale complexion, her skin was a deep bronze color, and her brown almond-shaped eyes sparkled. She almost never showed her face, but she didn't stick to traditions as strongly as some other Mandalorians did. She stepped forward, and the two friends embraced.

"What brings you here, Lincoln? Is your armor worn out already?" she joked when they parted.

"Oh, come on, you know I never wear it. Otherwise, it would set me apart from the other guards," Lincoln replied. "I came because I'm being reassigned. I thought it would be nice to visit before catching the next transport to Lothal."

"Aw, poodoo, it's gonna get boring fast without you around. Can you at least stay for dinner?"

"I think I can arrange that." Stella prepared the meal, and the two exchanged stories and jokes as they ate.

Then, when the time came to bid each other farewell, it happened.

Lincoln leaned against the wall, groaning as a pounding headache tore through his skull. Through the pain, he heard a great multitude of voices crying out in terror and confusion before being silenced one by one. These weren't just any voices, either, but those of his brothers and sisters in the Order. Some he recognized as members of the High Council, including Master Ki-Adi Mundi and his old mentor Plo Koon; others belonged to the Younglings he'd helped to protect during Bariss Offee's duel with Anakin Skywalker.

"Lincoln, are you alright? What's going on? What do I do?" Stella asked in a panic.

Lincoln took deep breaths, trying to slow his thundering heart. "I'm afraid there's nothing you can do. There's a disturbance in the Force...I think the Jedi are being eradicated..."


And that's Chapter One of Lincoln on the Light Side, my take on if the Loud House characters existed in the Star Wars universe.

*Lincoln's homeworld of Escobar is a planet of my own invention. I gave him such a long lifespan so that he can live long enough to see the end of the Empire.

*Those that wanted Lincoln to have an orange Lightsaber obviously don't know that in Star Wars continuity, orange is a very rare color with a very significant meaning. Those with orange Lightsabers have taken a solemn vow to not use their weapons unless absolutely necessary. Given Lincoln's personality, I think he'd fit much better among the Jedi Sentinels, a branch of which are the Temple Guards.