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Jedi Code:

One of the first things that a Jedi must learn is the Jedi Code, which lays the groundwork for the mastery of the use of the Force.

The Jedi must carefully observe the rules of the Light Side of the Force to maintain harmony with himself and the universe around him.

The Light Side is created and sustained by life. The Jedi acts to preserve life. To kill is wrong.

Sometimes it is necessary to kill. The Jedi may kill in self-defense or in defense of others, especially the weak and the good. The Jedi may kill if by his action he preserves the existence of life. He may also kill for food. However, the Jedi must never forget that killing is inherently wrong. The death is a stain upon the Jedi's spirit.

The Jedi seeks knowledge and enlightenment, peace and harmony. The Jedi wishes to defeat those who would wipe out such qualities- those who would inflict death, tyranny or ignorance upon others- yet the Jedi should never act out of fear or hatred. A Jedi must act when calm and at peace with the Force. To act with anger filling one's spirit is to risk temptation to the Dark Side.

Jedi should seek nonviolent solutions to problems, but this isn't always possible. Sometimes killing or fighting is the only answer available. Sometimes it is even the best answer. But that doesn't mean the Jedi shouldn't try to find an alternative.

Inherent in the Jedi Code is the concept of responsibility for one's actions.

A Jedi who uses the Force to coerce or control others is surely tending toward the Dark Side. But other, subtle abuses of power also lead to the Darkness- Jedi should never use their powers for fame, wealth or power. A Jedi who constantly uses the Force for personal gain is on the path of corruption- perhaps more slowly than the Dark Jedi who chooses to serve evil, but he is on that path nonetheless.

True Jedi use their powers sparingly and only when necessary to fulfill the tenets of the Jedi Code. A Jedi who depends on the Force is abusing it, which leads to folly.

The Jedi Code

There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force.

Some Jedi choose to insert an additional line:

The Jedi Code

There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no chaos; there is harmony.
There is no death; there is the Force.

Some Jedi also know the following set of lines, which, while less of a code, could be considered a motto:

The Jedi Motto

Peace over anger.
Honor over hate.
Strength over fear.

Certainly a Jedi should know the code and motto, by word and by heart. But seemingly every Jedi is in some fashion negligent, from the beginner to the most knowledgeable among us. Consequently, if someone were to demand, "What is the true meaning of the Jedi Code?" The Jedi who promptly answered would be rare indeed.

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Harry Potter and the New Order

Chapter 2

Krayt Dragon's Cave:

Harry opened his eyes trembling all over as the fear and adrenaline coursed through him.

"Am I dead?" He whispered softly as he glanced around the dark room. 'Would be a shame if I died after trying so hard to life' He thought regretfully.

A groan then hiss of pain reminded him of the weight on top of him and he carefully crawled out from under the Togruta girl.

The girl was a mess with an open gash along her ribs under her right arm, a lightsaber wound through her left thigh and a lightsaber slash across her left side it was a wonder to Harry that she had kept fighting at all.

"Hold on," Harry whispered in her ear as he rolled her onto her back starting to panic. Suddenly her eyes flashed open and her hand reach out and grab his head by the back of his neck gently pulling him out of his own panic to look at her.

"Be calm, I will be alright," She whispered before coughing up blood that caused Harry to scowl and use the hem of his worn shift to clean off and her hand fell back to her side.

"Where are we? Where are the Sith?" She asked suddenly trying to sit up only to groan in pain and fall back to her back.

"I-I don't know. I remember the man, Vaen I think his name was swinging his lightsaber own at us. And the next thing I know we were in this cave. " Harry said seriously to which the girl just nodded.

"My name is Hermione, padawan of the Jedi order, do you know what happened to my master?"

"That other woman?" Harry asked distractedly his focus fixed on the still bleeding wound on her side.

"Yes," Hermione replied softly.

"I have no idea what happened to her, I'm sorry," Harry replied equally as softly. He then finally came to a decision about what to do about her wound and pulled his shirt over his head and pressed it against the wound to try and halt the blood.

Hermione hissed in pain but didn't pull away, in fact though the touch hurt she enjoyed the knowledge that he was caring for her, something within her had changed the moment she had seen him running for his life. She had immediately thought of him as a family, as a partner. She knew her people were very community and friendship orientated people, she had experienced the shift in her thoughts that changed someone or a people from stranger to a friend many times. Usually, when she encountered new people that needed her help, or who cared for her. But with Harry it was different, it wasn't like all the other times and it confused scared and excited her at the same time.

Harry continued to sit in silence doing his best to care for her as she watched him, it was a long time before either spoke.

"What is your name?" Hermione asked softly as she moved her hands to rest on top of Harry's that were holding the shirt to her side.

"Harry," Harry replied shyly and Hermione smile.

"Harry, will you tell me about yourself?" Hermione asked carefully as she watched him.

"Isn't much to tell." He shrugged and turned his head away as he thought. "I lived with the Dursley's for eight years before I ran away. I was a kind of slave to them. Then I was taken into slavery by the Hutt's for four years and ran away from them as well only a few days ago. Been on the run since." Harry said in a slow monotone as if talking about someone besides himself.

"And the scars?" Hermione asked carefully as she looked at the scars on his arms and ribs, she was sure there were more on his back.

Harry just shrugged. "My masters didn't like when I messed something up." Hermione flinched at his words.

Harry scowled at her reaction and turned away again. He was caught by surprise and flinched when a warm hand gently cupped the back of his head again fingers weaving into the hair at the back of his skull comfortingly.

"I'm sorry Harry, I just find it so horrible that anyone could treat another person that way," She whispered softly.

Harry turned back to her with a shocked look, no one had ever apologized to him before, for anything.

"I-it's fine Hermione," He replied softly before shifting his weight nervously on his knees.

"Would you… would you tell me about yourself?" Harry asked timidly and she smiled in response.

"Well, The Jedi found me when I was six years old. Which some Jedi thought was too old to be trained, but Master Minerva believed in me and took me in. Before that, I lived with my people on Shili in the tribe Ah'sho, My mother's name was Kahla" At her words Harry grew very still though Hermione didn't seem to notice. "And my father Savran. My father died when I was four defending the village and my mom was left alone. Togruta mate for life, she will never take another." Hermione said sadly. "My mother was a seerer for our people and she knew Master Minerva would find me years before it happened. My mother encouraged me to go, to live an honorable life, to find my mate." She laughed sadly at the last part. "I guess she didn't know that Jedi aren't allowed, mates."

Hermione took a moment as if organizing her thoughts. "Since then Minerva has been like my new mother. Raising me, teaching me, guiding me." Again she went silent and a look crossed her face as if arguing with herself before she finally sighed and turned her head to look at him. "We were sent here to find you Harry and it seems those Sith were sent for the same thing."

"That we were." Said a cold voice from the entrance to the cave and harry whipped around. Standing there lit from behind by the sunset of the double suns of Tatooine was Darth Vaen his lightsaber already lit. Before Harry could move again Hermione was crouched in front of him blocking his view as she shielded him with her body.

"You will not have him." She hissed as she reached back and firmly held one of Harry's hands in her own.

Vaen laughed coldly for a moment before stepping forward. "Like you're in a position to do anything little girl. You're practically dead on your feet, why don't you just fall over and die and make it easier on both of us." As he talked he moved to the side and Hermione shifted with him always staying between Vaen and Harry.

With a deeply exaggerated sigh, Vaen waved his hand and a rock flew and hit Hermione in the shoulder pushing her out of the way and by the sound breaking, at least, one bone as it did so. Then he made a fist and pulled it to his chest and she flew to him and landed at his feet. He reached down and grabbed her by her two front Lekku and lifted her off the ground causing her to scream in pain and Harry ran forward without thinking to try and help her. To hold a Togruta by her Lekku was like holding her by her brain since their brains extended into them, they were extremely sensitive. Before Harry could reach him, however, he shook her causing her scream to increase in volume before a red beam of light erupted out of her lower back before retracting Vaen threw her aside into the nearby rock wall with enough force that Harry heard a few more bones breaking.

Harry stood there in shock looking at the daughter of Kahla. He was sure it was the same Kahla that had protected him while he was a slave at the hutts. The same Kahla that had given her life to protect him and help him escape slavery, and now here was her daughter, he was convinced it must be her daughter trying to protect him as well and dying for it as well.

A pressure seemed to build up in Harry something wild and powerful that seemed to suddenly erupt within him, with a roar Harry rounded on Vaen and a boulder slightly bigger then Harry himself flew past him catching Vaen completely by surprise and knocking him back into the cave wall.

Before Vaen could recover more and more rocks of varying sizes continued to fly at Vaen burying him in a pile of rubble against the cave wall until he was no longer visible. Once he was completely buried Harry slowly stepped towards him small debris floating into the air around him.

Harry was almost in front of the pile of rubble his eyes glowing a ghostly green as the force raged through his body when a red blade sliced through the rock. Vaen pushed his way through the makeshift tomb with his hellfire eyes fixed on Harry with a hate-filled glare.

Vaen charged and swiped his blade through Harry in a blur only to find Harry was no longer standing where he thought he had been and he whipped around swinging his blade to cleave a rock that had been about to impact his head. In next moment, he fell to the ground as he let out a pain-filled grunt only to see his severed leg resting on the ground next to him. In the next moment, a red blade was under his chin and he stared up into furious green eyes. Harry had somehow gotten ahold of his lightsaber and in a moment had amputated Vaen's leg.

"Harry don't" A pain filled voice came from the direction of the wounded togruta. "Don't kill him in anger Harry that only leads you down a dark path." It was a long moment before the red blade disappeared back into the hilt of the blade but as soon as it was the lightsaber was crushed into a twisted ball of metal in the boys hand before he suddenly collapsed from the exertion of wielding the force so powerfully for the last minute.

A familiar insane giggling filled the cave as he did as the blue Twi'lek sashayed into the room her double ended lightsaber light and carried in a relaxed manner at her side.

"Master." Vaen started to say only to have his head rolled away from his body as Traxelli flicked her blade beheading him.

"The Sith do not tolerate failure." She sneered at his corpse before leaning down and picking up Harry in one arm and walking over to Hermione.

At the sight of Hermione's broken body, her giggle burst forth again.

"Look at the baby Jedi bleed all over this beautiful cave." She crooned at Hermione fixed her with a defiant stare as she struggled to reach for Harry every part of her body screaming at her for trying as her arms stayed limp on the ground despite her efforts.

"Soon you will die little one." Traxelli crooned. "Your master is dead." As proof, Traxelli tosses her master's lightsaber down on the ground in front of her. "And no one knows you are here, your death will so much more painful if I just leave you here to die slowly." She giggled as if Hermione dying in the most painful way possible was the best joke ever made. "Goodbye, little girl" Traxelli crooned before standing Harry still tucked under her arm as she left the cave without looking back.

Hermione tried to scream after her the whole time she walked away but her voice wouldn't work. Her vision started to fade only a few minutes after Traxelli left the cave. But she was sure she must be close to crossing over into death in the last moments before oblivion overtook her she would have sworn she saw her master kneeling over her.

Jedi Temple Padawan Quarters:

Luna Lovegood Jerked awake and sat up in bed her eyes glowing a soft blue in the dark room as the last traces of her Force dream faded. They were common for her to have, though rarely this vivid, her glimpse of the future that would come with such clarity that it seemed as though she lived them. This one was no different. It wasn't the first time she experienced her death in her visions but each time was just as difficult to handle, her body would go tremble and all her heart pounded as if she were in real danger.

Luna sat up slowly doing her best to relax her tense and shaking muscles as she climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After splashing her face with some water at the sink she looked up into the mirror though she couldn't see her own reflection, in fact, she couldn't see anything at all. She was the slender girl with skin as pale as marble and hair to match, in fact, some called her a ghost, that or looney for all the weird things she saw and said about people. Her eyes were a milky white, a normal sign of blindness though no one believed she was. She moved around without any problems and with such a precision that there was no reasonable way she could be blind. But in truth the only time Luna ever saw anything was in her visions, and it was for that reason that she craved them, she loved every moment she spent in the force seeing the future. Sure the force had gifted her with a form of sight, she could see the force around her, and it always guided her when she moved so that she never bumped into anything, she trusted it completely, it was her only friend, it was her mother and father, her brother and sister and it had never failed her, not once. So though she looked into the mirror and she knew what she must look like in the mirror all she saw so the soft glow of midiclorhians within her body, almost like a speckled outline of herself in the dark.

She closed her eyes as images of her vision resurfaced in her mind. A blue Twi'lek wielding a double-ended red lightsaber and a young man in a full body suit of armor with a purple lightsaber in his right hand and a red in the left. They were fighting and the boy was at a disadvantage, though, he would not move from his position, a position that placed him firmly between Luna and the twi'lek. It was clear the young man was protecting her. Suddenly the twi'lek had thrown a knife right at Luna, and though she could see it she couldn't move. She wasn't sure why but she couldn't and the knife struck her in the chest. In the same moment that the woman took to throw the knife the man drove both of his blades into the woman one through her heart and the other into her gut. Before she had even dropped the man rushed to her side and his warm voice started to plead with her.

"No no no, luna please, little moon stay with me." He practically yelled as he pulled her into his lap and reached back unclipping his helmet and throwing it aside to reveal wild black hair and piercing green eyes filled with panic. "Force-sister please stay with me" He sobbed as her vision dimmed and faded, his pleas for her sounding as if they were spoken in water. It was at that moment that she jerked awake.

"Little moon" Luna whispered to herself softly as she crawled back into bed. Her last thoughts before she drifted back into the realm of her visions was that she liked that nickname a lot better then looney.

Augustus Rockwood smiled as he watched specimen 193, His first success at creating an artificial Jedi, one who used nanobots in her body to manipulate the force instead midiclorhians. A feat that not even the Rakatan were able to achieve. He would have to break her soon, though if he was to have any chance at continuing to study her. If he was honest with himself he didn't even know what made her different than the 192 trails before her. So he couldn't put her down yet, not until he had that secret.

As Augustus pulled himself from his thoughts he looked back down into the arena below only to see the young red skinned Twi'lek staring up at him angrily, all the robots in the arena well and truly destroyed by her. He pressed a button on his wristwatch in response to her defiance, he wanted a good submissive lab rat. Some of his assistance called her a firecracker and he couldn't agree more with that assessment.

'You will learn to behave soon' He thought smugly as she collapsed to the arena floor clutching at the collar at her neck as it shocked her until he released the button on his wrist. After keeping subject 193 writhing in agony on the ground for well over a minute Augustus released the button and turned around walking out of the observation room.

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