*You guys know how it works. The rights to Calvin & Hobbes and Star Wars: The Clone Wars don't belong to me.*
*Speech Key*
"May the Force be with you." = Normal Speech
'May the Force be with you.' = Thoughts
"May the Force be with you." = Force Ghost Speaking
"May the Force be with you." = Someone Yelling
"Haha haha! You lose, General Kenobi!" = Separatist Droid Speaking
A Tiger's Trial of Courage - Glimpse at the Future!
As our heroes entered the field of crystals, they both started to ponder Qui-Gon's words about how they would find their crystals. He said that only they will know which crystal is theirs. But what did he mean by that? How would they know which crystal is theirs when…
"THERE'S LIKE A BAZILLION CRYSTALS IN THIS PLACE!" yelled Calvin. "HOW IN THE NINE LEVELS OF H, E, DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FIND OUR CRYSTALS IN THIS MESS?!"
...Yeah, that.
And honestly, I don't blame Calvin for his little outburst here, because there really are a lot of crystals here, and nobody really can tell each crystal apart from the other. And since the blonde and his feline friend aren't used to calling upon the Force for guidance, they have no way of searching them out through their Force Signatures.
Hobbes simply scratched his chin in thought as he tried to come up with a solution. He knows that finding their own crystals in this mess and knowing they're the right ones for them would be like finding a needle in a haystack, but there has to be a way to do so. It's not impossible. And Qui-Gon told them to trust in the Force…
Wait a minute… trust in the Force…?
"What if we took a moment to meditate and ask the Force to help us find our crystals?" Hobbes suggested.
"Elaborate, please." Calvin requested.
"Think about it, Calvin. We're literally in a living well of energy that reacts to those who can use it, and Qui-Gon told us that we needed to trust in the Force in order to find out crystals. Maybe if we were to meditate, and put our trust in the Force, it will guide us to the crystals that are right for us!" Hobbes explained.
Calvin opened his mouth to say something negative about that idea, but found himself unable to form the words. That idea seemed just crazy enough to work! And honestly, what other choice do they have?
Besides, meditation is a part of his usual thing when doing karate, judo, and taekwondo. So why shouldn't it work here?
"Alright. Let's try."
Nodding in agreement, Hobbes and Calvin knelt down to the ground on their knees and closed their eyes as they began to meditate. It was much harder for Calvin, due to his near constantly active mind, but eventually he felt a calming sense of light surrounding him like a warm blanket in the cold winter months. Perhaps this is what the Light Side of the Force is supposed to be like?
Eventually, however, Hobbes felt something change in the area. He opened his eyes and looked up to see an open door with light billowing out of it.
"Calvin, look! There's a door over there!" exclaimed Hobbes.
"What, where? I don't see anything." Calvin said.
Hobbes wondered why Calvin couldn't see the door when it was clearly right there, but took a second to think about it. Perhaps this was the way for him to find his own crystal.
"Qui-Gon said that only we could know which crystal is ours. Maybe this is a way for me to find mine."
Hobbes stood up and started walking towards the door, ready to face whatever trial may lay ahead within it. He didn't even hesitate. He's the top predator around these parts, and by gosh and golly, he's gonna prove it!
"Be careful!" Calvin called after Hobbes.
"Don't worry! I got my recklessness from you, remember?" Hobbes said as a joke.
But Calvin was unamused. Here he is trying to look out for Hobbes, and the big furball treats it like some kind of joke? What the heck, man?! He had no time to berate Hobbes for this, however, as the tiger disappeared as he went through this door of light. And that set off several alarm bells in Calvin's head.
"Hobbes?" called Calvin.
Meanwhile, with Hobbes, he now seemed to be in what looked like the training room in a dojo of some kind. He stopped when he came across a human wearing strange gold and white clothes like those of a ninja, and helmet/mask that was of the same color scheme. Resting in front of the man's folded knees was a weapon that looked like the center parts of a Bo-Staff, only folded in half due to a special hinge joint.
"I wondered when you would come here." said the masked man, his voice sounding slightly distorted due to the mask.
"Some kind of guardian…!" gasped Hobbes.
He quickly collected himself and decided to try and solve this diplomatically rather than go in guns a-blazin'.
"I've come seeking my crystal. How do I find it amongst all of the crystals growing in this world?" Hobbes asked.
In response, the masked man picked up his weapon and stood up. He spoke up in a voice that seemed almost condescending. Like he was just talking down on the tiger.
"Try to learn the ways of the Force, and you will fail. Your freedom will be lost. You will die. Your human will become a servant of evil."
"What're you talking about?!" growled Hobbes.
The man in the strange mask walked a little closer to Hobbes as he spoke again.
"The Dark Side. It pulls at him. It calls to him. Eventually, he will be consumed by it."
With a flick of his wrist, the man unfolded his weapon and ignited two yellow blades. One emitting from each end of the hilt. Thinking fast, Hobbes quickly grabbed an intricate looking silver hilt from the wall and ignited it. Like the enemy's weapon, this one was a Lightsaber that had twin blades. One blade coming out of each side of the weapon. But the one Hobbes is using has blue blades.
The man in the mask tried to intimidate the tiger, even as Hobbes released short roars and threatening growls at him. Whoever this man in the mask must be, he seems to be utterly fearless.
"Stand aside! The boy must be eliminated before he embraces the darkness!" he demanded.
Hobbes simply twirled his weapon and took up a defensive stance in response, ears flat against his head in his own primal fury.
"I won't let that happen!" Hobbes growled.
The mystery man also twirled his weapon. For a moment, it was a stare-down between two warriors who were willing to fight to the death for what they believed in. One to destroy a potential Dark Side user, the other to defend his friend to his last breath. Finally, after what felt like hours, the fight began.
Hobbes roared like the tiger he is and pounced at his enemy with the blades of his weapon spinning like a helicopter's propeller, landing the first strike against his enemy's yellow blade. But as his technique was not as refined as the enemy, he was focusing more of singular, powerful strikes to try and knock the masked man's weapon out of his hands. But his grip held like an iron vice. And he too struck back using faster and more fluid movements to try and throw Hobbes off his game.
But being a feline, Hobbes is more agile than most other species out there in the galaxy. Save for the Cathars. He was able to quickly dodge and block all of the masked warrior's attacks before launching a counter attack of his own, using a combination of his photographic memory and being a visual learner to use similar attack patterns to what his foe used before. But this masked foe was cunning. He deactivated the bottom blade of his weapon and started parrying Hobbes' strikes like he was using a sword against a staff weapon. Both of them were holding their own quite well.
The two clashed once more and found themselves in a blade lock, both trying to overpower the other. Despite being the largest species of big cat on planet Earth, Hobbes just couldn't overpower this supposedly physically weaker foe.
"Is this the limit of your knowledge?" the masked man asked.
"I'll learn plenty when my lessons with Qui-Gon begin!" Hobbes declared.
The masked man pondered these words for a bit. He could sense something within Hobbes, but he had to make sure the tiger's resolve was true, and that he could truly pass this test.
"I think not!"
With a swing of his blade, the masked adversary broke the blade lock and parried a few more strikes before using the Force to push Hobbes back near a wall where several different Lightsabers were held on racks of some kind. Looking at his weapon and thinking fast, Hobbes threw the Double-Bladed Lightsaber towards his enemy, making it fly through the air like a Beyblade made of blue plasma. But alas, this method did not work.
The man in the mask simply batted the weapon aside using one of his blades, deactivating it and sending it clattering to the ground. Hobbes' eyes widened in shock. He was sure this would have worked, as it worked against Calvin every time they played one of his fighting games back home. Clearly, this guy's more skilled than Hobbes. As he seemed to be being backed up further into a corner, Hobbes desperately reached out towards the weapon racks and grabbed two more weapons. This time, both Double-Bladed Lightsabers of different colors. In his right hand, he held a Double-Bladed Lightsaber with green blades, and in his left was one with red blades.
"You will never be strong enough to protect your friend. And you will perish for your failure." taunted the man.
Suddenly, out of thin air, two more men wearing the same armor and masks appeared with similar weapons to Hobbes' true enemy. All three of them readied their weapons as Hobbes roared once again and charged at them. Spinning both weapons in his hands with the skill of a Xiaolin Monk, Hobbes managed to force all of his enemies on the defensive as he alternated between swift strikes and powerful blows. But these guys were far more skilled than Hobbes thought, and they seemed to be growing even stronger as the fight wore on.
Hobbes blocked a strike from one enemy, and then batted away another, but the main masked warrior got him in the chest with twin flying kicks. Hobbes was sent stumbling into the wall behind him and slid down so he was now sitting on the ground. Hobbes panted hard as he tried to get his second wind. Ever since he and Calvin stopped having time to do dangerous stunts like riding the wagon off a cliff, he's found that his stamina has diminished to almost nothing! All the while, Calvin kept building strength and stamina through his constant physical exercise.
Granted, most of it was forced, but his point still stands!
"Even now, a servant of the Dark Side comes for your friend! You cannot fight forever!" the man in the mask exclaimed.
And Hobbes understood only one thing.
"...You're right…" Hobbes admitted.
He extinguished both of his weapons and dropped them to the ground. All of the fight he once had in him was now nothing. His reserves were gone, and so was his will to fight on any longer.
"I can't keep trying to fight Calvin's battles for him. Not even those he wages against himself. All I can do is what I've done… Be the friend and brother he needs right now."
The masked man walked forward and raised his blade above his head. Hobbes narrowed his eyes as he realized that this was the end, but he didn't fight it. He just lowered his head and closed his eyes, accepting his fate as he kneeled on his knees. The stranger lowered his blade and… brought it down over Hobbes like a king granting someone knighthood. First over Hobbes' right shoulder, then his left, and then over his head. But it was his words that really surprised him.
"By the right of the council, by the will of the Force, Hobbes the Tiger!" raising his blade, the man deactivated his weapon. "You may rise."
Hobbes looked up in confusion and slowly stood up as this man simply began to walk away. But still, Hobbes needed to know something.
"Wait! What does this mean?" Hobbes asked.
The man removed his helmet to reveal a humanoid with stud-like ears, gray skin and eyes, and a bald head. He was an alien, the tiger could definitely see that.
"It means that you are what I once was. A knight of the Jedi Order." he replied.
Hobbes was speechless. Utterly speechless. Even as he subconsciously reached out with the Force and brought his crystal to his palm. It was a naturally occurring orange crystal that radiated much power. The room began to shake as the door opened up again, still billowing with as much light as before.
"The temple is falling! Go! Your trial is complete!" the man ordered.
Hobbes didn't want to leave this warrior alone in a collapsing temple, but something told him that this fighter will be okay. So, with what little energy he had left, Hobbes ran like the wind out the door of light and back to where Calvin was, hopefully, waiting for him.
*Glimpse Into The Future…*
"I wonder how many they'll send? We've got so much firepower, these walls are ray shielded!" gloated a Separatist General. We'll call him General Zorkhan. "It'll probably be, uh, fifty Jedi. Or maybe a hundred Jedi! They'll need at least that many! They'll never take this fort! THEY'LL NEED AN ARMY OF JEDI!"
"I have a visual!" reported a Battle Droid looking through binoculars.
"Jedi?" Zorkhan asked.
"I think so." the droid replied.
"How many, a thousand?"
"No."
"Eighty?"
"No Sir?"
"What? Fifty?"
"Less."
"Forty? C'mon, how many?"
"Four."
"WHAT?! Gimme those!" Zorkhan exclaimed.
He took the binoculars and looked out into the horizon. Sure enough, materializing in a dust cloud were four figured that clearly wore clothing similar to those of Jedi. He couldn't quite make out who these Jedi are, but he does know it's three humans riding the backs of large Deer/Horse hybrids with a large tiger running beside them.
Zorkhan lowered the binoculars with a look of disbelief, his eye twitching. Are these Republicans serious? Do they really think four Jedi, one of which is a stupid animal, can take this base with how much raw firepower they have?! His attention was suddenly caught from a low rumbling sound above him. Like that of a large ship coming in for a landing. Zorkhan looked up to investigate, and immediately regretted his choice.
There was a Venator class destroyer shuttle hovering over the base as Republican fighters piloted by Clone Troopers rained blue blaster bolts down on the Separatist! Zorkhan and the droid next to him took cover as explosions rocked the place, trying not to get caught in the crossfire. But that's when the Jedi made their move.
Within the smoke clouds, two blue plasma blades, two orange blades, and an unstable looking red blade cut down every Droid that tried to take them down. An intricate dance of blades that ended with the droids in pieces and four triumphant Jedi standing in heroic victory poses as the smoke cleared. It looks like Anakin and Obi-Wan have been joined by Calvin and Hobbes. Hobbes was wearing specially made armor fit for a tiger of his stature, while Calvin stood proud and tall with his newly built Dual Vented Lightsaber at the ready to strike down any enemy of the Republic he fights for.
*To Be Continued…*
Looks like this chapter came out a-okay, I suppose. Let me know in the reviews what you guys thought of the chapter. And I wanna give thanks to God for blessing me with the inspiration I needed for this chapter. But now, we come to a couple of questions. Please answer them to the best of your abilities. Ahem!
1.) As you can see, in the future, Calvin possesses a red Lightsaber. What color would you like it to be before it turns red?
2.) The pairing for this story will be an eventual harem between Calvin and several Star Wars ladies. Who would you like Calvin to be paired with?
3.) Should Calvin lose an arm to Count Dooku by taking him on once Obi-Wan and Anakin lose their fights to him?
4.) Should I give Calvin an X-Wing Starfighter when he becomes a Jedi, or just stick with a standard Jedi Starfighter?
Again, I give thanks to God for blessing me with the words and wisdom needed to write this chapter. Thank you guys so much for reading! May the Force be with you, and have a great day!