I'm back! Sorry for the late update, school kind of kicked my chapter is a bit shorter than I hoped it would be, but the story is getting set up right now. This isn't beta'd so sorry for any mistakes. As for the reviews, thank you so much! The Q&A is at the bottom (hence why this is reuploaded)

Enjoy!

reca

The year is 2778. The republic and the galactic senate is crumbling from the inside out:

Politicians were disappearing, the Separatist faction was getting more radical and the galaxy was on the brink of a deadly civil war. The most recent series of attacks, a multitude of bombs being planted in the homes of imperial senators has indicated the galactic senate to order every senator to report to Corusant for an emergency meeting and to give the political leaders a safe house.

The guardians of peace and justice in the Galactic Republic, the Jedi, are a dwindling population. Knights are being sent out in the dozens along with the Republic's soldiers to fight in Guerrilla warfare throughout the galaxy. Terrorists were targeting every political diplomat and Coruscant, capital of the Republic, was in a state of emergency with guards posted at every corner and Jedi Knights waiting for the next attack.

The citizens of the republic were in a state of panic. People were fleeing from one planet to another and calling for immediate change within the Senate.

Civil unrest was everywhere.

Our heroes can be found scattered throughout the galaxy:

Lydia Martin was put into hiding after her starcraft was hijacked and has just recently come out of the shadows. She is currently shadowing Marin Morrell, the senator of the Planet Alderaan.

Scott and Stiles, now twenty-three, have spent most of their time training in the Jedi Temple with the hope to pass the Jedi Trials and gain Knighthood and help with current conflicts plaguing the galaxy.

Allison Argent, Jedi Padawan, disappeared five years ago while fighting terrorists trying to protect Lydia Martin, the youngest daughter of Senator Jeff Martin. No one has seen or heard from her since the attack.

"Stiles, I could use a little help here!" Scott yelled. Stiles frantically looked up from his position on the ground only to be greeted with the sight of his best friend in the claws (actual claws) of a giant vulture.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me, Deaton is going to kill us." Stiles cursed. The rocky mountain terrain of the foreign planet was also not helping the already clumsy, Stiles who was facing a pack of bloodsniffers. Scott felt his stomach lurch as the bird's claws tightened around his abdomen.

Needless to say, the two Padawan were not doing well on their simulation mission. Stiles could already predict what their Jedi Master was going to say to the two boys. The boys had spent years training, going to different solar systems, meditating, doing million of simulations and were finally getting close to being granted the ability to take their Jedi Trials. Sadly, Stiles knew that this simulation mission was not going to look good upon their applications.

"I'm not a bird, ok?" Scott frantically yelled at the gigantic bird that was now circling Stiles and the pack of bloodsniffers. Somehow, Scott had dropped his lightsaber and was now totally defenseless and being treated like the vulture's new pet. If Stiles wasn't fighting a pack of bloodsniffers, he would have been on the ground laughing at Scott's predicament.

"Dude, I think she likes you." Stiles yelled as he dodged the needle-sharp tongue of a bloodsniffer.

"Stop cracking jokes Stiles, you know I'm afraid of heights, HELP!" Scott screamed.

"Fine, fine," Stiles agreed before unleashing his bright green lightsaber and taking a swing towards the largest bloodsniffer in the pack. Missing it's head, Stiles was only effective in cutting off it's deadly long and thin tongue with hollow, needle-sharp spur that would have been used to drain the blood from Stiles's body. The bloodsniffer howled in agony as it's long and thin tongue fell to the ground. Suddenly the other three animals were charging at Stiles, their white eyes narrowed and the spurs on their tongues aimed at Stiles. Acting fast, Stiles jumped on the back of the now tongueless bloodsniffer and straddled it's back.

"Are you making that thing into some kind of horse?" Scott yelled from above, still struggling to free himself from the vulture's oversized claws. The bird only tightened it's grip around Scott's waist the more he squirmed.

"I thought about naming it," Stiles said sarcastically as he fought off the other three bloodnsiffers that were now taking turns trying to push him onto the ground again, "I was thinking he looked like an George!" A particularly harsh blow sent Stiles to the ground knocking his lightsaber out of his hand and into a bush.

"Maybe you should be a little more focused on helping me," Scott chided as his friend fell face first into the dirt.

"I was wrong about the name," Stiles gasped, spitting out dirt, "She was probably offended that I thought she was a man-" Stiles barrel rolled, barely missing the razor sharp claw of another bloodsniffer, "-women are so sensitive!" Leaping up, he took off in a sprint to where he thought his lightsaber had fallen to.

"It's not there!" Scott waved his arms as he attempted to help his friend below. Stiles cursed as he tripped over a rock and was sent face first into the dirt again-

Suddenly, the scenery turned into pixels and the boys found themselves in a sparse, metal training room. A huge metal door swung open and in walked their Jedi Master, Deaton.

"Looks like you two still haven't grown up," Deaton concluded walking towards them. Deaton was the wisest man Stiles knew and an amazing Master. Deaton's dark skin and kind eyes held more than just wisdom and combat skills, they held years and years of experience. As a youngling, Stiles had heard the rumors about Deaton; how he had taken on an army of storm troopers by himself, and how he had stopped a civil war from breaking out among the republic.

"Well Master, we weren't actually finished," Scott defended, "Besides, Stiles was the one laughing while I was captured." At this, Stiles couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh come on," he argued, "It was a giant bird, you can't say that wasn't the least bit funny." Scott and Deaton just stared at him before both of them broke out laughing.

"Well," Deaton continued, "These simulations might be in your past, Master Deucalion has asked for you both to accompany me to the chamber of the high Jedi Council immediately."

Scott turned to Stiles with wide eyes and Stiles forgot how to breathe.

The chamber was not a place that young padawan like themselves went to. It was a place where only the wisest and noblest of the Jedi were allowed to go and participate in discussion. The fact that Stiles and Scott were being called to listen in on the Jedi council was amazing.

The walk to the chambers was made in silence with Master Deaton leading and Stiles and Scott behind him trying to keep calm. While Scott was thinking of what this honor meant for them, Stiles knew that this summon was not good. Padawans did not just get summoned to listen in on the Jedi Council; something bad had to be happening. When they entered the normally spacious room, the two boys realized that their presence was not special. All of the Padawans and Jedi were gathered in the room. The air was tense and nervousness flooded Stiles' senses.

Looking around, Stiles felt like a child again. He had only been in this hall once: when his father had dropped him off at the Academy over a decade ago. While he didn't remember much from his life before the Academy, this specific memory was burned into his brain. The hall had been so big to him: with huge columns lined on the sides and a huge stained glass window covering the ceiling, Stiles remembered feeling like this was holy ground. Stiles recalled the vivid colors from the glass reflecting onto the concrete floors as a younger version of himself stood in the middle of the Jedi Council. He remembered how tense his father had been as the Council discussed Stiles and his compatibility with the force, but the words themselves were lost upon the young boy who was too entranced with the ethereal mural of colors above him.

Today, the sun was not shining and the ceiling was dull and lifeless.

"There's been a disturbance in the force." Master Deucalion announced to the Jedi. Murmurs broke out among the gathered and Stiles and Scott looked at each other in shock. Things had been a little off, that was for sure, but a disturbance in the force big enough to warrant this kind of attention was bigger than any mission that Stiles and Scott had ever been on. "The Dark Side is growing stronger and stronger every day. Senators are going missing and yesterday a planet went missing. Each of you will be sent out this week on separate missions," at this Stiles and Scott looked at each other again. Padawans did not just go out on solo missions. They weren't even allowed to use the force leisurely, much less given tasks without the help of their master. Deaton let out a sigh as his apprentices looked in his direction, "I know that this is breaking the usual order, but desperate times call for these measures. Each padawan will receive his or her duty and instructions. May the force be with you all."

"What do you think we will be assigned to do?" Scott mused. Stiles shrugged in response, only half listening. A disturbance in the force this big was uncommon and Stiles wanted to know what was actually happening. He knew the dark side had been growing stronger, but to warrant this kind of attention? It was like they were preparing for… war. Stiles saw Deaton look up in defeat before walking over to his apprentices.

"Stiles, Scott," Deaton addressed, "I think you understand the seriousness of the situation now. I trust you'll carry out the tasks assigned to you with purpose and clarity. The dark side is not to be taken lightly." Stiles and Scott nodded seriously.

"Can you tell us what is going on?" Stiles asked, curiosity and concern evident in his voice.

"I'm afraid I don't know much else," Deaton admitted, "The Jedi Council has been very secretive recently. However, I do have both of your assignments. Scott, you will be with Master Hale-"

"Master Derek Hale?" Scott questioned incredulous. Derek was a very respectable Jedi master, but with black eyes, pale skin that was covered in tattoos and sharp teeth, he was the one of the most unapproachable Jedi Stiles and Scott had ever seen. Besides his incredible strength and status, rumors were constantly flying through the Jedi temple regarding his dark past and struggle with the dark side. Stiles had never seen the man smile and every time any Padawan saw the mysterious master, nothing good came of it.

"Yes, Master Hale, do you have a problem with him?" Deaton snapped, annoyance evident. Scott shut his mouth and shook his head in response. Stiles openly gaped. "Scott, you will be on reconnaissance with him. Go to the hanger right away and prepare to leave immediately. Stiles you will be protecting-"

"Wait, so Scott is going on reconnaissance and I'm stuck being a bodyguard?" Stiles sputtered incredulously.

"Are you implying that your duty is less important than Scotts? I'm sure you could stay here and train if you feel that this duty is below you." Deaton challenged back. He knew that Stiles was frustrated, but Deaton also knew that his young pupils would have plenty of time later in life to be on the front lines.

"No, no of course not." Stiles answered standing up a bit straighter. Jedi were keepers of the peace and while Stiles understood his duty, he couldn't help but feel like he could do so much more. He had always loved hearing his dad's war stories and some part of him wished that his first mission would be a bit more... exciting.

"Good," Deaton stated, "You will come with me and I will show you to her apartment. You will be on watch duty until someone comes to relieve you. That means that if she goes out, you accompany her; if she meets with someone, you go too. You do not let her out of your sight, ever."

"She?" Stiles echoed, imagining some old wrinkly woman asking him to help her go to the bathroom. This was totally unfair.

"Yes, a senator." Deaton stated.

Lydia felt something stir from deep within the atmosphere. It was small but still there, always there. At first, it was just a nagging feeling that something was off, but as the days wore on, it seemed to get stronger. Things were shifting. Slowly but surely, the universe was moving, preparing for something big. She had tried to talk to a guru about her nightmares and sleepless nights staring up at the ceiling feeling like she had forgotten something, something big. However, her guru told her it was just her own mind playing tricks on her.

Lydia knew that something was wrong.

Every coming day bought about more strife: people were disappearing, fighting was breaking out among the Jedi and chaos was apparent throughout the galaxy.

It had been five years since she had been trapped in the spacecraft with the young Jedi, but it felt like lifetimes ago. The time since the incident had been used productively. Lydia had learned how to use a gun and had been trained to use proper hand-to-hand combat if she was ever in danger. She had also taken on a role in government, acting as the assistant to the new Senator for her home planet of Naboo.

However, nothing could have prepared her for the blatant attack on her apartment in Coruscant one night while she attempted to sleep. A lone droid had gotten past the security team and had tried to poison her sleeping form. Thankfully, she had been conscious and was able to evade the droid, grab her gun and damage the robot. She remembered the absolute terror she felt as she pulled the trigger and shivered thinking about the entire encounter.

To her credit, she had neutralized the threat by herself, but her mother didn't think that Lydia had what it took to defend herself had the attacker been human. So, of course, her mother had called in a favor with the Jedi council and here she was.

"Stiles, you've grown up so much." She breathed as her eyes met his. He was taller than she remembered, a lot taller. Before, he had only been an inch or two taller than her and now he must have been a head above her. He was leaner too, more muscular and athletic looking. But he was still Stiles, with his soft brown eyes and moles dotting his skin, he was still her knight in shining armor.

"So have you," he agreed, letting his eyes roam about her, "grown more beautiful I mean." She felt her face heat up at his confession and immediately broke eyes contact, much preferring to look at the floor instead of his burning eyes. Had she known that he was going to be one of the Jedi watching over her, she would have done something to her hair or made sure there was tea served.

"So, Senator Martin-"

"Just Lydia please. I'm not a Senator yet." Lydia chimed into Deaton's speech, a polite smile on her face.

"Very well, Lydia. We want to let you know that one of us will always be with you. No one will get past us and we will get to the bottom of these recent attacks on you and your family." At the mention of her family, Lydia felt her heart sink. It had only been a week since her father had gone missing and while Lydia wanted to believe that he was still alive somewhere, her hope was dwindling by the second. None of the other missing politicians had been found yet and while Lydia was an optimistic person, she was also logical. Logically, the hope of ever seeing her father again was getting less and less logical.

"Thank you Master Deaton, I feel safer already." She said, looking up and meeting the older Jedi in the eye. The truth was that she did already feel safer, but it had more to do with the fact that Stiles was going to be with her. "However, more important than how I feel is who is behind this. I would like to be kept updated on any investigations or leads that you might have. This does not just concern me and my family but other senators and their families."

"I know you wish to receive updates, but I'm afraid your mother has requested that you remain safe but are not updated with the ongoing investigation-"

"My mother is not my keeper Master Deaton. I am a citizen of the republic and your duty is to me." Lydia stated, her eyes narrowing in defiance. Lydia was tired of her mother shielding her from what was really going on outside of her sheltered life. While she understood her mother was trying to help, the help was hindering and Lydia was not dumb enough to believe that everything was going to be okay.

"We understand that," Stiles chimed in, "We will update you on any news we find, but we must also remind you that this investigation is not just about you and your father but about the other senators and families that have gone missing so any information regarding your family might be small." Lydia broke eye contact with Deaton and met his eyes with the same defiance.

"I want any information on the investigation regarding all the of the kidnappings. It does not matter if I'm directly related because we all know that this string of kidnappings is related to my case and therefor any information about any of the kidnappings is information pertaining to me. Thank you for your understanding. I will now retire." She stated before turning around and walking to her room.

"I don't remember her being this…" Deaton whispered when he was out of earshot.

"Fiery?" Stiles finished, grinning, "Because that's definitely the Lydia that I knew."

Q&A Time:

Beru Skywalker:

"This is fantastic! I love the idea of Stiles as a Jedi. I think Jedi!Stiles would be awesome! I wonder what color his lightsaber is. Is it green like Luke's and Yoda's? Or is it blue like Obi-Wan's and Anakin's? And since he's a Jedi Padawan who is his Jedi Master? Oh please continue with this!"

Me: First of all, thank you for the reviews, they make my day! I didn't include your other reviews since your other reviews didn't have questions in them. The lightsaber color I haven't specified yet mostly because he hasn't had a fighting sequence, but that will be revealed soon enough.

Dena

"I'm pretty sure a Jedi Master can only take one Jedi Apprentice so Stiles and Scott can't have the same master. I could be wrong but so far the movies have shown one master having one apprentice. Chapter was decent. Update soon."

Me: Since this is an AU in literally every way, I made Deaton have two apprentices. The original idea was that they had separate masters but I really didn't have a person that I wanted to cast as Stiles' master other than Deaton and Scott being his apprentice only made sense. So yeah lol thank you for reading and reviewing!

Guest 1:

"Say you acknowledged that the Jedi are not allowed to have relationships or attachments and in the Star Wars universe it is known that Jedi are taken from their families at a young age and never allowed to see them or have relations with them but you have Stiles being able to see his father when the code would forbid it. Stiles should not be able to socialize with his father or even remember him. And speaking of Jedi not having families how can a Jedi have a niece and be allowed to train her? That's why what you have with Allison and Kate doesn't work. This mostly bothers me because I don't see Kate as a Jedi 'cause on the show she's an evil bitch that needs to dies. And out of curiosity what planet is Stiles from? You have Lydia being from Naboo. Hope you don't think I'm nitpicking or criticizing. I really like the plot and want to understand the story. Please write more soon."

Me: So basically in this AU the system works differently. Every child is force tested at birth but the parents are given the choices of when and if they want to send their child to the Order. The Academy is kind of like a boarding school, so kids are sent away but are allowed to visit on holidays. As for the families, I wanted to explain this more in depth next chapter: basically some familes (I.E. the Hales and Argents) are known for being force sensitive. These families will send two or three children (most likely the first born) to the Order and raise the others as civilians carrying on the family name and tradition. Familial attachment is not taboo to Jedi the way it is in the canon universe. It's basically romantic and sometimes friendship (basically anything that distracts the Jedi in question from fulfilling his or her duty to the Jedi Order). Obviously getting married and having kids would distract them as well as sacrificing a mission to protect another Jedi. Sorry if this is still confusing direct message me for more info!

Guest 2:

"Stiles was eighteen in the first chapter and in this chapter it's been five years later so that means he's twenty-three now. So he should be either be a Jedi Knight now or if he's still a Jedi Padawan then he should be close to being able to do his trials. And you need to be more consistent with your story and your details. Which one of Lydia's parents is the senator? I need to be more clear with Lydia's job is. But other than that I'm glad you updated and I really hope you update more soon."

Me: the age thing is definitely on purpose. The Order is very sketchy, as I tried to show in the first few chapters and the fact that they aren't knights is something I'm going to address later, this is mostly setting up the story for later. Lydia's parents were explained in the other chapters as being political diplomats, I never specified what they were (at least from what I re-read after this review). Her dad is the senator and her mother was involved in politics. She is currently shadowing a senator right now (why she said "I'm not a senator yet"). Hope this helped and thank you for reviewing! If this is still confusing direct message me for more info!

Guest 3:

"Stiles or Scott don't get any cool droids like Anakin had R2-D2? And you said that you were on a mission only for them to be in training. You need to make your up your mind on stuff like this or else it'll be confusing to the readers. Make sure Stiles does cool stuff with the force to impress Lydia."

Me: to be honest, I didn't think to include the droids yet, that might come along later but right now I'm just setting up the universe/main characters. Second comment is confusing to me, Padawans go on missions with their master and like this chapter explained, the Padawans are being sent on a solo mission in a time of crisis deeming this practice acceptable. Once again, this is a total AU for Star Wars and Teen Wolf so I did change around some policies. Hope this helped and thank you for reviewing! If this is still confusing direct message me for more info!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Wars or Teen Wolf. This is purely a work of fiction in a fictional universe.