Call to Aid - Jedi Apprentice

by Random Mobile Suit Pilot

Karl Acker was a simple corporal who almost gets killed on a daily basis. However, he hasn't been thrown into other dimensions before. Tasked by an unreasonable man alongside Jedi Padawan Yadira Ban and Assassin droid HK-51, Acker must travel through this dimension to alter what may occur. He is nothing special, but he is given a very limited item that spawns units

2. Chapter 2

Call to Aid – Jedi Apprentice – Chapter 2

Thirty years.

That's how long the robed man waited for. The machine he had took thirty years to find three separate candidates that could work together. The first was no issue, all he had to do was go grab someone who was otherwise going to die. There were plenty of those all over, even within his relatively limited territory. He simply grabbed the soldier, then threw him into a stasis chamber while he waited. The second was harder. The machine waited twenty years before it told him of the dimension in which to find the new one. For twenty years, he waited in the cold isolation of his chambers while the other DLs found people to observe. Disappointment was clear on his face when he first arrived. Death was everywhere and the ship was in flames. There was no one who could be his second piece. Imagine the surprise when he discovered that the dead body at his feet still breathed. With faith in the seeker restored, he quickly picked her up and left. He left her in a restoration chamber that would suspend her time while healing her wounds. The last was somehow even harder than that. His patience was already naturally low in comparison to his compatriots. With only one person left, his patience dwindled even faster. When it was finally time, he simply went in and out without wasting time. Repairing a broken droid was nothing to a man who repaired a portal generator.

Anticipation was clear on the man's face after his work was done. His eyes hungrily stared out at the three slumbering existences. With a press of a button, the machines binding the two living turned off while the droid's power turned back on. His face shrank back behind the hood of his cloak as he spoke the words he was waiting to say.

"Wake up."

Acker struggled to open his eyes. There was a weight on them that he hadn't felt since the Third Massacre at The Bridge of Reason many years ago. He struggled to remember what had happened prior to his sleep. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, hands reaching for the handgun normally at his side. The CC-8 handgun he had were a bit dated, but sported high reliability, and an ever refilling magazine1, which always helped when the others were out.

Eyesight still blurry, he held his pistol out as he turned to see where the voice came from.

"Well, that's one so far." Acker's eyes manage to focus on the vague outline of the robed man who had dragged him from his battle group and into the stasis pod.

Acker's eyebrow rose slightly. With a slightly condescending tone he asked, "What do you mean, one so far?"

A shuffle alerted Acker that there was someone else to his left. As his vision shifted left, he was left with an unusual sight.

Out of the main focus of Acker's sight was a droid that looked like it had seen combat. While the damage that had afflicted it was gone, there were still signs of it having been shot by energy projectiles. What was in Acker's main focus though, was very much alive. The rise and fall of their chest gave proof to that.

The species was humanoid and feminine, but without hair and unusual parts extruding from the head. Even though Acker could not name the species of the person, the weapon hanging by her side gave him all the information he needed to know about how she fought. The person was not dressed in any garb from any major army that he knew of, but that only made things worse.

While he could not for the love of Neutrality name what she was, he has fought people who used those weapons before in battles prior. Acker remember the screeching sound of metal as a nearby tank had been crushed by an invisible force as he was thrown into a nearby tree. 2

Acker turned his head back to face the robed man, face glowering. "Do you know what you have done!" He hissed out, gun trained where the man's face should be. If the greater dimensional governments found out, the man would be tortured, shot out of a ship, and then shot by the ship before he would finally be executed.

The man turned his head sideways, and though Acker could not see his face, he could feel the questioning gaze upon him. "Why, I have done nothing wrong. Everything I have done is legal and permissed."

Acker tightened his hold on his gun. "I doubt that. Not even a member of the senate of either the AON or IDS could grant or gain permission to do such a thing. Nor if you were a high ranking official in the EOL or in the KOD."

The robed man gave that same hearty yet chilling laugh he gave before. "And nor would I want to be one of those people." Eyes that Acker hadn't seen before started glowing purple. "I am one of the Grand Dimensional Traveler Anonymous's Dimensional Lieutenants. Out of the twenty, I am Sixteen."

Acker's grip wavered at hearing that. When Acker had first entered the Road Kill battle group, he had heard rumors of one of them equaling a battlegroup by themselves. They even had a clip of one of them holding the line against the EOL forces when all others had retreated. With that knowledge in front of his mind along with the fact that the person is most likely who he says he is, his belief was that his weapon that had served him faithfully all those years wouldn't be able to touch him.

"I see, I wouldn't be able to hit you." Acker looked forlornly at his weapon.

Sixteen let a smile creep onto his face. "It wouldn't even hurt me if you shot me."

Acker continued staring at his weapon before raising it and his face back up to facing Sixteen. "Very well then, how about this. I'm going to ask questions, if I don't like the answer, I fire a shot."

Sixteen was surprised, he thought that Acker would stand down after knowing he was outmatched. "You do realize you can't hurt me?"

Acker shuck his head. "This isn't about hurting you, I want answers and I want to vent."

Sixteen felt his smile grow larger. "Very well then ask away."

Acker clenched his gun. With narrowed eyes he asked his first question.

Ban was confused. The last thing that she remembered was being shot in the head. By all rights she should have died. She could remember standing in front of the Sith task force, giving her life for justice and the Republic. She could still see the General's resigned gaze as he was led away by Imperial soldiers. She could still see the dead bodies that littered the floor down the corridor where the General ran down. She could still see the regret lingering in the eyes of the man who shot her in the back, right before he shot her in the face. But this, this was not death.

Ban heard voices that floated around her. Words were exchanged from two individuals whom did not appear to be on good terms. While she could understand the words being said, she couldn't understand the meaning of them, nor of the importance that they had. She vaguely thought that she may have been captured by the Sith, to be tortured or turned to the dark side. However she quickly discarded that idea. If they were going to capture her, then they would have tried to defeat her non-lethally, but that obviously didn't happen by the way they were fighting.

What shook Ban from her thoughts were the sound of a weapon being fired continuously. With each shot, she exerted more effort in time to see a man in a uniform fire upon a robed man.

Eyes wide and properly awake now, she reached to her side and leapt at the person holding the gun.

Acker did not expect this. He expected that the answers that Sixteen provided him with were unsatisfactory. He expected that the shots he fired would have no effect on him. He even anticipated that god dammed smirk that was on Sixteen's face. What Acker did not expect was the person previously in the medical pod jumping at him with what seemed to be an energy sword.

Quickly changing targets, Acker rolled out of the way of the jump before turning on his personal shielding. Pulling out a retractable sword, he made his own swing towards the woman.

Ban didn't notice it before, but the man she was fighting seemed exceptionally young for all of his skill fighting her. The man appeared to be a human in his late teen years or his early twenties. It perplexed her how he was able to fight in ways that threw her off. Her skill with both the lightsaber and the Force was great enough to allow her to fight off two Sith apprentices and a bounty hunter at the same time. If not for the agent shooting her in the back, it is possible that at least one of them would be died. The man used his blaster at the same time as his sword, deflecting the lightsaber and then attempting to blast her face for one such example. He also appeared to be much more open to fighting with other methods too, when he threw a round object. She first thought it was a grenade and was going to push it away, but during the time she was distracted, the man punched her in the stomach and then kicked her away from him.

Acker was growing tired. While being skilled swordsman with both a gun and a sword in his right, he was unable to properly use both at the same time. It's been a while since he was last forced into melee combat and he was running out of tricks to throw at the interferer. This was his last chance to finish things. After he kicked her away he brought his sidearm out for one last shot. The woman's arms weren't positioned right to block the shot. So, he held his breath, then fired at her head. However, neither side expected what happened next to occur.

HK-51 was very new to the concept of self-control. He had very recently been produced in a factory as a replacement for the HK-50s that were running rampant by HK-47. He was there when HK-47 gave his speech on how they would no longer be simple "walking blasters" and agreed with that idea. That is why when the other HK-51s followed 47s commands absolutely as the progenitor unit, he was confused. Why, he thought, must we follow HK-47 simply because he's the original? It wasn't like he didn't respect the progenitor unit, rather, it was the opposite. HK-51 admired the progenitor unit for his ideals, but they differ in ideology. HK-51 doesn't want to kill people. It is well aware of its functions as an assassin droid, but doesn't want to be stuck killing people for no reason like HK-47 and the 50s did. So he questioned. Unfortunately, the other 51s didn't like that and shot him.

As HK-51 reactivated, his audio and visual sensors came on last. What they saw were terrible to view. Two organic life forms were attempting to kill each other. He had to do something. Fortunately for him, he was equipped with energy shields, so he would have safety if he tried to intervene. As HK rose from his position on the ground, the situation turned perilous for the Twi'lek women-who-appeared-to-be-a-Jedi. Activating his shields, he ran as fast as he could to get in front of the Jedi.

There HK-51 stood in front of Ban. The bolt bounced of the shield and had hit Sixteen with no effect. The four of them were stuck there in silence until Acker decided to break the silence.

"I'm Karl Acker, corporal of the 8th Dimensional Army, that over there is Sixteen, and you?" Acker placed his sword back in his belt and placed his pistol back at his side.

Remembering her own manners, Ban turned her own weapon off and placed it at her side as well. "Yadira Ban, padawan of the Jedi Order." With her introduction out of the way, the two turned to face HK.

"Statement: I am HK-51, part of the HK-51 assassin droid production models." Acker narrowed his eyes at the assassin part but remained still. Ban tried to think about where she heard that term before.

Clapping his hands, Sixteen drew the attention back to himself. "Wonderful, now that you're not trying to kill each other, here's why you're here." At that, the three of them moved closer to listen to Sixteen, which Ban staying on the other side of HK, away from Acker. 4

Sixteen cleared his throat before starting. "We are gathered here on this, what is it, lovely, I'm not sure, day to have you three do something for me. My job is that of an observer of possibilities. Many people say that because of infinite possibilities that no two things are alike. I disagree on that." Sixteen's shoulders slumped at that. "You see, I was given enough dimensions, aka parallel/separate/etc universes or whatnot, to observe many repeating scenarios." Sixteen shook his head at the thought. "It's not even that there are minute differences, though there are many of those as well. There are exact repeats. There are so many that we can actually accurately calculate how likely it is for a dimension to be the exact same as another one up to the 9th decimal place."

At this Ban's thoughts were confused. "Dimensions? Repeating scenarios?"

HK chimed in in an attempt to explain. "Explanation: I believe that he is saying that none of us are in our original universe. Now he wants us to help change the outcomes of other universes so they have a different path from others."

Sixteen smiled at that. "You explained that before I needed to."

Acker's face turned into a scowl at that. "Why should we intervene and participate in what is, if you were lying earlier, an international incident that would make us all criminals?"

Sixteen's smile turned sinister at that. "I'm glad you asked." With that, a cushy chair appeared behind Sixteen, which he then promptly sat down on. Placing his hands together he replied, "Because you're attached to me." With that stated, Acker and Ban felt immense pain while HK's systems began failing. After a moment passed, the pain disappeared and HK's systems came back online.

Sixteen looked them with a frown for a moment. "You three are attached to my existence. I haven't had a group to intervene in several million years. My territory is at risk of being taken by other Lieutenants."

Breathing heavily, Acker rose from his position on the ground to face Sixteen. "So you're making us go change existences. What, you want us to kill random people?" As he said that the surrounding atmosphere dropped. Ban's ideals are already in conflict with the idea of killing people. Ban's ideals as a Jedi stand for peace and justice. HK-51 is revolted that his sole purpose could become a random killing machine.

Smiling sadly, Sixteen spoke to them in a softer tone as before. "I have no doubt that you'll kill people, but that is not the purpose." Sixteen watched as the tension slowly drained from them. "There will be some sort of crisis or issue. It could be anything from a simple disagreement to a full-fledged war. You three will intervene. For better or for worse."

"For better or for worse." Ban grew worried at that, did that mean that their actions could make things worse than they would be otherwise.

"That's up to you." Sixteen spoke softly, before turning his head towards Acker.

"Acker, you are the weakest out of the three amongst you." Ban looked up in surprise at that, as Acker was overpowering her earlier.

"You have already reached you peak and will not grow in any physical way, though you do have to recover some strength." Sixteen extended a finger towards Ban. "As a padawan, she still has much room left to grow, and she was already skilled enough to hold you off." The finger then move to HK-51. "As a lethal assassin droid, he might not like his settings, but he is more lethal than you, along with possessing more stamina." The finger fell back beside the rest of the hand. "And your missing power isn't exactly going to return instantly." Sixteen's shoulder's moved around in circles. "That is why you will get something extra." 3

Acker's ears picked up a pause towards the extra. "What extra?" Acker's suspicion raised.

Sixteen held out his hand, and before him, an armband appeared. "This may help you in your journey."

The armband floated towards Acker. Acker grabbed it when it got close enough and then began studying it. There was a display that was off but other than that it seemed like a normal armband. He raised an eyebrow towards Sixteen.

"Place it on."

With Sixteen prompting him, Acker slid the armband over his left arm. As he was tightening the restraints, the armband turned on and burrowed into his skin, causing immense pain. Acker fell to his knees and arched over, screaming soundlessly in agony. Beads of sweat fell of his face as the armband reconfigured itself to Acker's arm. Gradually, the pain grew less and Acker began calming down. By the time the armband was done, Acker had settled down, though he was still breathing heavily.

Sixteen looked at Acker and said, "Well how is it."

Taking a deep breath, Acker looked up at him and said, "This band can summon stuff."

Sixteen's smile reappeared. "Yep, npc spawn. Unfortunately, at first you don't have access to much, and you have to spawn everything individually."

Acker was stunned. He actually had an apologetic tone in his voice as he said that.

Ban looked at HK-51. "Can you explain that?"

"Unsure statement: possibly, give me a moment. Weak explanation: it appears that the armband has the ability to create stuff out of thin air. As to what specifically, I believe that we'll have to ask Acker." Ban and HK-51 turned to look at Acker for confirmation. He gave them a simple nod before returning his gaze to the armband.

"Does anyone else see it?"

Sixteen took a moment to think. "No, the armband is only visible to us four, because of your ties to me. Eventually it will simply be a part of you" Before Acker could ask another question, Sixteen cut him off. "To unlock more summons and features, you're going to need to start your journey."

"So what can you summon?" Ban asked.

"Inquiry: Yes Acker, what can you summon?"

Instead of telling them, Acker walked closer to them before holding his arm out. Looking closer, they could barely make out what appeared to be the words "Knights of the Old Republic", training, and "Jedi Apprentice."

"Those are the era choices, along with training."

Acker pressed on Knights of the Old Republic to show them what was available. What appeared was

Max SP: 2

SP Available: 2

Era: KOTOR

Era LV: 1

Available Spawns:

Republic Soldier (1)

Mandalorian Soldier (1.5)

SIth Trooper (1)

War Droid (1)

Ban's blood ran cold when she saw Sith Trooper as an option.

Sixteen noticed and clarified. "Those are not the Sith of your time, KOTOR is during the Jedi Civil War era, far before your time."

Ban nodded, but was still wary of that option.

Sixteen nodded for a moment before realizing, "I almost forgot." With that said, Sixteen handed a letter to Ban, with the words on the outside saying, For Yoda.

"You'll need that if you want the Jedi of the future to trust you." With that said, Sixteen began opening a portal that would send them on their way.

"Wait, the future!" Ban shouted out.

"Yeah, over three thousand years, have fun." With that said, Sixteen threw the still shouting Ban, semi-conscious Acker, and a smoking HK-51 through the portal.

A/N

1 – Yes Acker has infinite ammo, the issue of ammo with HK will also be addressed, much later. Acker's gun itself is not the reason for the infinite ammo, but the magazines that go into the gun. The idea I have for it is that the ammo for the gun after it hits the target eventually deforms back into atoms which are then attracted back into the proper formation within the magazine. That way, even if Acker takes out a clip and replaces it with another one, as long as he doesn't throw it away, the magazine will refill itself.

(3/29/2019) 2- If anyone is wondering what exactly I had changed, it was this chapter at this part. I realized that if he recognized the weapon, then it's not exactly like Star Wars universes would be rare. So I had to change the original a bit as I looked around.

(3/29/2019) 3- I added something here because part of my original plan for Acker doesn't make that much sense. Even now, parts of it don't really make sense, maybe that's because I have a flu and can't think straight right now. Essentially I was going to have a bunch of his powers be revealed randomly and the progress would actually be kind of stupid. This is just to remind myself for him to (re)gain power slowly, at least at first. He'll get more at a very obvious point in time, for reasons that (kinda) make sense).

(4/7/2019) First changed around some more stuff about who Sixteen is, going to have to change some stuff in my FFVII fanfic too. Then changed added some details during the fight to show that Acker is actually not that skilled with using a sword and gun at the same time, then finally added a small bit that shows that Ban isn't perfectly comfortable being next to Acker after they fought.

So I started and finished this much quicker than I was planning originally, so the writing may be a bit bad, but oh well.

Acker still has the spawns listed previously, he just hasn't looked at the training or Jedi Apprentice tabs yet.

Anyone want to beta/takeover? If someone thinks they can do it better, please do. I would love to read some fics that I think about with better writing. Just don't copy and paste.

As always, read, review, critique, help me