Author's Note: I listen to the Official Spotify Star Wars Playlist for whatever character is the focus of the Star Wars story I write when I write Star Wars. Luke's isn't necessarily my cup of tea, but it's pretty calming. Kylo's and Anakin's are full of my jams though.

Also starting next chapter I'm going to begin playing fast and loose with the pre-New Hope Tatooine timeline (but the changes to the overall timeline will almost always be confined to things that can directly be connected back to Luke being different, or the butterfly effect thereof)

Guest: The data inside the Holocron has to be based on the Revan from the Foundry, also at no point during his life did he actually use the red lightsaber together with the purple. That's just a cool thing they did for the action figure (which I have too). Revan's spirit on the other hand would be completely balanced in the Force due to his merging before passing on into the Force. Considering the Legacy of Darth Bane is based on the teachings of Revan's SITH Holocron I wanted the New Jedi Order to rise out of the ashes with the help of a Jedi Holocron of Revan's as a form of parallelism. Check Revan's or "Revan's Lightsaber" wookiepedia article if you don't trust someone that's played both KOTOR games and most classes on SWTOR a million times. (Btw my SWTOR name is sageoflogic feel free to add me, I tank on Jedi Covenant)

Structure

The past few months, while Luke was collecting scrap and broken parts that wouldn't be missed from the farm to help repair the cave, Revan had not taught his new Padawan all that much. Mostly it had been breathing and meditation exercises and if Luke was being honest with himself he'd probably say he was getting sick of it.

Even if he was a relatively polite and kind young man, something his friends' parents remarked upon much to his aunt and uncle's pride, he still was not all that calm. In fact his need to constantly be moving, fiddling with tech, working, or sating some random curiosity was alternatively helpful and completely frustrating for that same aunt and uncle.

And now it was frustrating for his new master as well.

"I honestly think we're going to have to try a new meditation technique, Luke." Revan told him bluntly one day.

Luke quickly sprang up to his feet from his crosslegged position on the floor, "Yes please! I really am trying Master Revan but I can't sit still any karking longer!"

The hologram rolled his eyes, "If you would practice some patience and let me finish when I am speaking you would have allowed me to state that it requires a few more pieces of equipment to be fixed." The padawan at least looked a little bashful at the reprimand, and most importantly allowed Revan to continue speaking, "There should be an number of orb shaped training drones in the footlocker on the back wall. You'll probably have to pry the old thing open, but take one home and fix it up and when you bring it back we will try something I like to call 'active meditation'. This will also serve as a cursory introduction to the simplest form of lightsaber combat."

That got Luke's attention fully, "You have a lightsaber in here? Wow! I am going to get started right away!"

With a speed only the exuberance of youth could provide Luke had dashed to the back wall, quickly pulling out an electric torch as the lighting he had not yet repaired dimmed the further away from the holocron stand he got.

Revan watched in amusement as his young apprentice had to dash back to the center of the room to retrieve a fusion torch from his toolbox, as he had run over to the footlocker completely unprepared to pry or burn it open.

Revan was once again struck by the similarities between himself and the young Skywalker when Luke returned only three days later with a fully functional and repaired remote drone.

"It wasn't that hard, Master! Truthfully I was only working on it in total for about three hours or so. It just took a few days to gather all the parts and get away from the farm without being suspicious."

Luke was learning a lot about being sneaky and not triggering the suspicions of his uncle, his aunt was far less likely to get on his case about being out and about. Though he had started to think recently that he had better occasionally actually visit Tosche Station for real or one of his friends might come calling to the farm and alert his guardians that he hadn't been to the station any of the last three times he had told them he was going there.

He quickly pushed those thoughts away as Revan began to speak.

"This is very good work, Luke! Now for active meditation I will need you to connect the remote's wireless signal to the Holocron, I will handle the Holocron's end of that, and while I am getting used to controlling it through my interface go grab one of the pilot helmets from the armory wardrobes."

Every cloth or non-synthetic piece of equipment was completely useless after four thousand years of course, but the hardier things, such as the pilot's helm, were at least functioning enough for the active meditation exercise.

Luke dutifully returned just a few minutes later, helm held on his hip, as Revan finished getting the remote used to the digital commands from the Holocron.

"Yes this will do nicely, now take the lightsaber from the pedestal and put the helmet on." As he spoke a seamless compartment on the central pillar that held the Holocron opened up and the hilt of a lightsaber popped out slightly.

Luke put on the helmet and removed the lightsaber, turning on the strange goldenrod blade and giving it a few experimental swings.

"Alright Luke, now I have set the remote's blaster to a mild sting. You will clear your mind as I have taught you and use that to connect to the Force and let the will of the Force guide you to block the sting-bolts with the lightsaber. And you will do this all with the blast shield of that helmet down."

Luke balked, "With the blast shield down?! But how will I see the remote? That's impossible, Master!"

Revan chuckled, "I suppose you didn't grow up around the Force, Padawan. But with the Force nothing is impossible. Now you managed to briefly touch the Force in some of our more successful meditations, since they did not work consistently due to how restless you are I decided we needed a trial by fire as it were. This will put pressure on you to connect with the Force and also put you in a situation where adrenaline may help focus your mind on that objective."

The young man gulped slightly before tentatively lowering the blast shield of his helmet, "Alright...I am really trusting you here, Master."

Revan smiled, though Luke could no longer see that, "And I truly appreciate your faith, Padawan. Now...block!"

With that the remote began moving and firing the sting-bolts, with long intervals in between each blast.

Intervals constantly punctuated with a grunt, low cry, or "Ow!" from the Skywalker boy.

After seven hits Luke managed to deflect one, right through Revan's hologram, unbeknownst to Luke.

"Ha! I got on-OW!"

"Do not let your guard down, apprentice. The exercise shall go on until either you drop or you can prove to me your ability to connect to the Force has become marginally more consistent."

A little bit over an hour later Luke was blocking two out of every three bolts sent at him and was falling in and out of the Force much more easily than he had been with the standard meditation techniques.

The urge to move his lightsaber through the Force vanished suddenly as Revan spoke up, "Alright Luke, that's enough for today. You made good progress, Padawan."

Luke let out a relieved breath, the exercise had been taxing, and stung a lot. He flipped up the blast shield on the helmet and placed the lightsaber back into its slot before fully removing the helmet.

"I really felt it today, Master! The Force I mean! It was...well I couldn't really hold onto it for too long at once but it felt amazing!"

Revan nodded, "That pleases me to hear, Luke. I am quite proud of you. Now ideally you would do this exercise every day but I know you cannot get away from the farm that often. So in order to keep you progressing I want you to put the datapad I had you bring into this interface slot."

With that a slot shaped perfectly for a datapad popped open, Luke went over to his rucksack and pulled out the blank datapad Revan had asked him to bring and inserted it.

"So what is going to be on the datapad, Master?"

"I'm putting a lot of theoretical data for your future lessons on here. They will be listed in the order I wish you to read them, along with some unnumbered supplemental material you can read at your own pleasure. Since you cannot be here every day I want you to spend at least an hour reading to keep your progress going. You'll have Force theory, lightsaber form manuals, and the history of the Jedi up until my time of death."

Luke nodded, "I'll make sure I study hard!" Luke had never really had a subject that interested him so much as the new powers and heroic way of life Revan was teaching him. Most of the truly interesting things in his life, at least academically, had always been mechanics and thus not really focused on books. It was going to be an interesting experience for the young boy.

It was a good thing Revan had given him the reading material, Luke reflected a few days later, as he had not been able to get away from the farm again and was going to have to go to Tosche Station this week instead of to the cave, just to keep up appearances with his friends.

Learning to use the Force, connecting with it, had broadened Luke's horizons and given him a new somewhat singular focus.

When he was at home now he could usually go at least most of a week without being as restless and frustrated as he had been the past year or so, and his aunt and uncle were truly appreciating it.

In fact Luke's improved attitude around the farm was, unbeknownst to the young teen, having his uncle consider loosening his hold on the young boy as a reward. Much at his aunt's insistence of course.

So when he was told he could go in to visit his friends at Tosche Station two days earlier than he expected he jumped at the chance.

That was how Luke was spotted by his best friend, Biggs Darklighter, two hours before the suns hit their peak pulling the Lars family speeder into an open spot around the station.

Biggs ran out quickly to greet his younger friend, "Luke! How have you been! We haven't seen you in two weeks, you'd think it was the main harvest already!"

Luke chuckled as his friend clapped him on the back, "Nah I just got a bit lost in some repair projects of my own. I was experimenting with some remote droids and other stuff. Wanted to see if I could boost the power output and use them as traps for any Sand People that got too close to the farm. I think it can work, I'll check out some parts I need while I'm here actually."

Luke was a little concerned that that particular twist of the trust came so easily to him, but something had happened when the Empire rose and Jedi were traitors. He was not sure of the reasons and Revan had told him they had to keep things secret until they knew more specifics.

Biggs bought the story though, "You're always getting lost in some project or another, gotta come out here and live a little!"

That got an honest reaction from Luke however, a snort, "Live a little? A little is right, this place is about as lively as the Sarlacc pit most days."

"Well I can't argue that. Even today it was only me and Camie here until you arrived, Fixer was bored out of his mind."

Luke shrugged, "Eh can't say I'm not glad Windy and Deak aren't here. I'm still mad at Windy for a few weeks ago. Running off and leaving me to a blasted Krayt Dragon! What a karking coward."

Biggs' eyebrows shot up, "Wait he what? A krayt? You didn't tell me any of this!"

Luke rubbed the back of his head, "Well...yeah that's also a bit why I was working on those remotes. Figure they could be a good portable distraction if something like that happens again. He crashed the skyhopper out in the Dune Sea and a dragon showed up and he just booked it leaving me to deal with the thing on my own. I found some crags to slide down and hid in a pretty deep crevice until it got bored and left." Even though it hadn't been a real dragon in the end Luke was still quite understandably angry with Windy, Windy hadn't known it was a fake so the intent in abandoning Luke was still very much there.

Biggs groaned, "Unfortunately I don't think I would ever expect anything brave out of Windy. Or Deak for that matter. My gramps says real bravery is standing up when you're afraid and stupidity is just standing up when you don't know to be afraid. He said the first makes heroes and the second makes you dead."

That got a humored reaction from Luke, "Your grandfather is a strange man, Biggs."

The other young man shrugged, "He talks all about the 'exciting days' when he and your grandfather Cliegg would put together raiding parties to hit back at the Sand People. I think he took a gaffi stick to the head at some point."

Luke shuffled uncomfortably, Uncle Owen didn't talk much about his dad. He knew Cliegg had married his grandmother and then died of a broken heart after Sand People killed her, that was it. "Yeah...let's head in the suns are getting to the point where we should be in the workshop for a few hours."

Another clap to the shoulder and Biggs walked with Luke into the station.