So I seem to have gotten some favorites and follows...

Awesome! ^_^

But here's the rub guys, I have not watched the animated series as at the time I was super busy with a job and college, so my knowledge of people like Ezra and Kanan and Ashoka and the rest is laughably limited and let's face it, I simply UNABLE to watch the series with me in a university and struggling to keep up. Ergo — as mush as I would love to have them in my fic, and I really would — I will be relying on the non-canon to weave into the canon like Starkiller/Galen Marek (I like him a lot but it's a possibility as and I tend to plan on the fly [Don't do that or you'll never get a cohesive story]). So, yeah.

So following, I will leaving a poll that will contain a single choice. With Revan being cannon, I can use some planets I would have normally overlooked!

Time-skip, yes or no?

Poll is on profile!

YARN

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Cal absently meditated as his companions milled about the ship as he probed the force in the hopes that it could give him peace and guidance.

It was about Malicos, or more specifically what he said about the jedi.

Because as far as the once jedi had fallen, as much as he had lost himself to the dark power emanating from Dathomir...

There were things that made sense in his accusations against the order.

"Restore the jedi order? Oh, you poor fool. It's over! Jedi fell long before the purge. Stifled by tradition. Deafened by our past glories. Blinded by endless war."

And if Cal was being honest, the 'Maybe' he had responded with wasn't a lie. He was too young to know of the all of the actions of the council and of the order when Order 66 happened and it wasn't like his master was in communications with the council with training him and monitoring Bracca. But the fact that they all had been slaughtered and left a handful of survivors did show symptoms of something rather unnerving.

The Jedi were simply arrogant, too blinded and rejecting of the fact that the galaxy was shifting around them.

They never considered the idea that they could fall that the Sith were still alive and plotting to kill them all. When the impossible did happen, they were wiped out within a couple of days, a millennia of history erased almost overnight. Their adamant refusal to change, to change in accordance of the times was what got them killed. If there ever was going to be a renewal of the Jedi Order, they couldn't let themselves be the same as they were before. They mustn't let the past blind them to the present or the future. The Jedi would have to adapt, to learn that while the traditions and knowledge could be important and respected, they didn't need to stagnate within them. The rules that had existed may need to be disbanded or rewritten in order to make sure the mistakes of the past couldn't be perpetuated in the future.

They had drowned themselves in hypocrisy by trying to maintain adamant control over the force rather than let the force guide them.

Cal sighed and wished he could bring it up to Cere and not somehow offend her.

He didn't really know if it would, but he would rather err on the side of caution when it came to the order and what he thought needed to be done. She had dedicated (or sacrificed if you wanted to be morbid about the entire topic) a good portion of her life, time, and ideology to the jedi and holocron; while she hadn't objected in allowing Cal to destroy it, he could tell she was still debating whether it had been the 'right' choice. But the ideas he kicked around in his head when he considered how to rebuild the order without bringing the empire down on them needed to be discussed and Cere was technically the only person he could talk to about it. Determined, he squared his shoulders and stood up.

He needed to talk to her.

Cere took to the idea far too easily in his opinion. She listened carefully and calmly while Cal had been pointing out how the jedi were ill-prepared for the galaxy by their arrogance. She didn't argue or try to tell him off and wholeheartedly agreeded with the idea that the order had fallen because of arrogance and blindness. She had been a master and when Trilla fell, she used the dark side, which — if she were a 'master' — shouldn't have happened no matter what because she was strong. Cal spoke about how — in a very, very loose way — Malicos had raised a very valid point about jedi being shackled by tradition (he pretended he didn't feel the anger rolling off the resident nightsister at the very mention of the corrupted jedi).

"Before we do anything else," Cere decided, "We need to find any jedi who are still intending to be jedi and not cower in the face of the empire. Also, we need to learn to mask our presence in the force. Normally, I'd suggest we travel to places where the force is swirling with life as that would mask us from the sith. Places like Nar Shaddaa or Korriban, but we can't go to either of those places."

Cal nodded, "Agreed. Bringing jedi together like that creates a presence in the force that can be used to track us, but going to to those places is out of the question."

"Why not?" Merrin inquired, "They would hide your presence in the force no?"

"Korriban is the ancient birthplace of the sith." Cal stressed, "Jedi were forbidden from going there due the fact that it ability to corrupt them was so strong. Nar Shaddaa is quite literally filled to the brim of bounty hunters and smugglers. While we can wear our bounty hunter armor, the place is to risky to get caught with our lightsabers, not to mention trying to hide a group of jedi on that planet is just justification for the empire to bomb it from orbit. Sure the general rabble of the life on that planet would disrupt the senses of the sith, it's just too risky. Adult to teen jedi are going to be hard enough, but to raise youngling there? That's just a bunch of corrupt force-using children waiting to happen. If we wanted to even have a chance to hide, we would have to conceal any lightsabers, leaving alone the fact we can't even use them."

Which was something he was trying to remedy in terms of combat-preparedness. While Cal was infinitely more comfortable with his lightsaber, Cere had proved in Nur that duel-wielding a blaster and saber could be very effective. Unfortunately Cal had zero to no experience with them and therefore was not all that impressive in regards to using them. 'Point-and-shoot' was not as easy as Cere made it look. Cere had offered tips a generally he wasn't a 'bad shot' per se, but the blaster just never felt 'right' in his hand when compared to his lightsaber. Plus, if he ever came across an inquisitor or Vader, a blaster would only make them laugh.

Could Vader even laugh?

"There has to be some way," Greez said, not noticing Cal's befuddled expression, "Merrin can mask the ship with her magic most of the time but if the empire can sense you, they'll hunt us."

"They are already hunting us." Merrin said grimly, "We are fugitives and there is no way to make them stop."

Cal shoved his musings aside nodded tiredly, "Maybe we could see if there are planets that the empire aren't interested in and have the capability to house us with little trouble."

Cere leaned back on her hand as they all stared at the galactic map.

Dathomir was not safe with the night-brothers still under the influence of Malicos' manipulations and the dark-side, Merrin probably wouldn't appreciate going back (she had barely been able to get the various night-brothers to stand down [or defeat them] in order for Cal and her to collect Malicos' lightsabers). Zeffo and Kashyyyk were definitely not possible to stay at —for as much as they could be used to stay with — the constant presence of the empire — omitting the threat from the indigenous creatures — would get them caught and killed. Kashyyyk was still in a state of constant war, what with the empire collecting wookie slaves and generally killing everything they could. Zeffo's tombs were being most likely being scoured by the empire for any knowledge. Illum wasn't even worth considering since the empire was apparently mining the planet and were not going to let anyone who wanted a crystal even close. The jedi that had turned and became inquisitors as well as Darth Vader had probably raided and destroyed any emergency locations that the jedi order had set up. Bogano might work if the empire had stopped monitoring it, after all, the holocron was lost to them (and it really held no other claim to fame other than being where Cordova hid a holocron [that — to belabor a point — was gone]). If they left a garrison of troops, it wasn't implausible that the native wildlife had swallowed the troopers up by now and he doubted the Empire would keep churning out troops to the same planet since they had fled.

Cere straightened and placed her elbows on her knees and steepled her hands in front of her mouth, "Do you think Bogano is seriously open?"

Cal sighed, "Maybe. I don't want to risk it though. While the battalion of stormtroopers have probably been swallowed up by the various inhabitants, we can't be sure they won't notice if we set up shop there. It was supposed to be hidden from any map, but it's not impossible for the empire to notice if we go there."

The Force hummed in his ear and Cal tilted his head, discerning the soft murmurs in his ear as he contemplated his situation.

Dantooine was a relatively peaceful planet, consisting of farmers and lush green hills that was a continued source of agriculture for the various inhabitants. The planet was rather nice when compared to many of the others that existed and seemed perfect to hide from the empire since it had little value for mining and the like. They had just landed the Mantis and disembarked when they saw several various people staring at them. Cal tensed as he didn't know whether or not people were going to be as welcoming as he hoped and would be okay with a couple of jedi arriving.

Then one of them saw Cal's lightsaber clipped to his belt and gasped, "A lightsaber?!"

The reactions of the people were mixed with some looking desperately relieved and others looking horrified. They pointed at the lightsabers that hung from Cere and Cal's waists as they whispered among themselves. Cal shifted, ready to turn on his heel and bolt back to his ship if the situation turned bad and they had to leave before the Empire descended on them. They couldn't afford to let the Empire catch them, they could not let the empire kill anymore jedi.

"What are you doing?!" Hissed one farmer to another, "You let this spread and the Empire will come, we don't need that!"

The farmers murmured to each other each agreeing that there was no need to invite trouble and deciding to steadfastly ignore the jedi and their lightsabers.

With that, Dantooine was open to the fugitives with open arms.

More or less.

While the rest of the crew set up an area to serve as a possible home base, Cal felt a pull towards a certain direction. BD-1 hopped on Cal's shoulder and Cal couldn't help the grin that stretched over his face at the familiar weight.

Cal wandered over to the ruins of the old jedi enclave that had once existed, entrance by the age and time that had ravaged the temple's remaining structure. Cal pressed his hand against a crumbling slab of rock and froze as he felt the familiar sensation of his psychometry envelop him. Immediately he heard screams and cries of panic as lasers rained down on the unsuspecting residents and innocent people. Jedi fell and their deaths left screaming echoes of pain that now ran up and down the empty halls. Cal gasped as he buckled under the brief vision and took a moment to catch his breath.

Cal looked up only to see he was in a circular room of sorts, it was much like he imagined the jedi high council's room except it had no chairs. Despite the room being pristine and in its prime, the room was bare and empty, no one seemed to be here and there was no sound of people bustling around. Cal looked around in bewildered disbelief, wondering how he got here at all. He spun and realized BD-1's comforting weight was no longer at his back and he panicked at his friend's sudden disappearance.

"BD?" He called, "BD, where are you?"

There was no reply.

His hand drifted down to his lightsaber and he carefully detached the weapon from his waist to hold in his hand. He blinked and realized he wasn't in the specialized armor that he and the rest of the crew had made from the bounty hunters. He was wearing a clean and warm grey shirt under a darker grey tabard with a black undershirt and black pants; his hands were clad in soft fingerless cloth gloves rather than the armored gauntlet he normally wore. Deciding the sudden change in his wardrobe was not as important as figuring out where he was, Cal slowly began to walk out through the abandoned enclave. He carefully walked through the halls as he stretched out through the force trying to find his way out or a path forward.

suddenly the sound of a lightsaber igniting sounded from behind him as red light illuminated the room. He whirled and his own lightsaber erupted to life as the red room was suddenly saturated with the light blazing from his blade. Cal saw an inquisitor stalk towards him, silent and serious while twirling a double-bladed red saber at his side. Cal's heart began to pound in his chest as he saw the inquisitor, body tensing as he realized what this meant.

Dantooine wasn't safe.

He need to warn his crew.

He needed to escape.

"Don't bother." The inquisitor modulated voice growled, "You aren't going anywhere until we are done."

Cal shifted his saber in front of him, "You won't get past me."

The inquisitor snarled and lunged forwards, his blade crashing against Cal's in a shower of sparks, "You cast me aside!"

Cal ducked away from the followup swing of the second blade as he backed away, confusion painting his features, "What?"

"We could have had everything we wanted!" The inquisitor screamed, blade slicing through the air, "But you gave it all up for what? A holocron you decided was better left as scrap?"

Cal began to parry and weave away form the heavy-handed strikes as he panicked.

"How do you know about that?" He demanded as he locked blades with the inquisitor.

The inquisitor scoffed and disengaged, "Because..."

The inquisitor reached up to yank his mask off and toss it into the floor.

Dark crimson hair framed his face as yellow pupils ringed with red glinted with hatred towards Cal. Faint veins of black stretched and spread over the inquisitor's face from bruise-like shadows around his eyes. The face had a faint scar that crossed over the bridge of the nose, and a black scar behind his jaw from a blaster bolt as well as a nick over the eyebrow. Upon closer inspection, the hilt of the lightsaber in the inquisitor's hand was exactly like the one in Cal's hand.

"... I am you." The Fallen Cal sneered.

Cal backed away, horror and disbelief painting his face as he stared at his fallen counterpart, "What? How is that possible? This can't be!"

The inquisitor advanced, a cocky smirk stretched over his face, "Oh yes it can. I am what you could've become, what you are still capable of being. All you have to do is give in."

The Fallen Cal brought his saber down in a heavy blow and Cal slid out of the way and swung his blade at the Fallen Cal's neck. Fallen Cal spun and brought his lightsaber up to catch the blow as the blades crackled against each other.

Cal growled, "I won't! I won't ever fall to the dark-side!"

"You will!" Fallen Cal howled as he pushed Cal off of him and resumed his assault, each attack punctuated with an accusation, "You don't deserve to be a jedi, you've ruined every life you touch! Prauf, your only friend on Bracca died to keep you safe and you spat on his sacrifice! You saw what happened when you tried to teach the younglings! They were either killed or tortured because of you! Cere spent her life chasing leads on jedi so she could use the holocron, and she was force to find the frightened little child with a broken connection to the force who destroyed it! Merrin's entire family was slaughtered by the war perpetuated by the Jedi and you were no better than Malicos when you made sure that she saw being a Jedi was violence and hate! You were too weak to save your master and you've let him down ever since then!"

"Shut up!" Cal snapped as he pushed his broken counterpart off of him, "You're wrong about me, you're nothing but an illusion!"

"Can an illusion do this?" Fallen Cal mocked.

Fallen Cal grinned maliciously as his hand snapped up and a blast of force lightning erupted from his hand towards Cal like a glowing barrage of jagged knives. Cal gasped and created the strongest force barrier he could muster — inwardly thanking Cere for teaching him all the tricks she knew as a jedi knight from her time under Endo Cordova — as the lightning washed over where he was standing. Cal and his Fallen grimaced as both force techniques flashed and flared in response to the two's determination to overpower the other. The strain finally grew to be too much and the room exploded in a flash of blue light.