Arthur: Hello everybody, before the story starts, Resist has an announcement to make.

(Resist enters the room in a suit, and pulls down a mic from the ceiling)

Resist: Introducing in this fanfic, coming in as a co-author. Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for ECHOOOOOOOOO!

Echo: Thank you thank you. I am so happy to be a part of this amazing story Resist has created. I can't wait to help co-author it.

Resist: Arthur would you please do the honors and say the disclaimer?"

Arthur: Certainly. Well Resist and Echo don't own Star Wars sadly or the awesome quote.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Trouble

"To be Jedi is to face the truth, and choose. Give off light, or darkness, Padawan. Be a candle, or the night."

Arthur POV

I couldn't believe the thickness of the smoke ahead of me. Amongst it, troopers dropped like flies as the battle waged on. I wanted to help them, but I knew I couldn't save all of them. Master Kenobi didn't seem to mind the losses. He continued to fight in front of me, twirling and swiping his lightsaber with exceptional skill. I had never truly seen a Jedi in combat until I started training with my master. The expertise these Jedi possess is mind-blowing. I can only hope that I will be that powerful one day.

"Arthur!" I hear Kenobi call out to me. I snap from my daze and look up to him. "Yes, Master?"

"The droids are falling back," the man said, "I'm going with Cody to push forward. I need you to stay here and hold our position."

"Master, let me go with you, I want to learn and be by your side" I pleaded with him. This happened a lot during the battles that Master Kenobi and I have been apart of, he was always taking the lead and leaving me at the rear to clean up the mess. I didn't mind it at first when I just became his padawan, but I've been his padawan for a decent amount of time now, but he still treats me like its my first day on the job.

"No, my young apprentice," Obi-Wan shook his head, "You are to stay here and maintain our position."

I nodded my head in agreement with Kenobi, but still felt I would be of more use to my master by his side, but I wasn't going to argue this with him at the moment, while I had clones that needed my help and attention. So I walked over to a clone named Waxer, and ordered him to have the clones set up a perimeter, and watched as Kenobi, Cody and the other clones went off to finish the retreating droids.

Obi-Wan's POV

As Cody and I pressed on, destroying droid after droid, I couldn't help but wonder about Arthur. In so many ways, he was stubborn and reckless. But, it doesn't take a Jedi to see that there is something wrong. His arrogance is spontaneous, yet he is usually reserved. A voice in my head told me the boy's actions are nothing and that he is like every Padawan of his age. Yet, another told me that I should be wary.

I deflected a bolt back at a super battle droid, shutting it down instantly. My mind immediately focused on the battle outside, not the battle of decisions inside. We were pushing the droids further back and practically had them all but gone, when I heard lightsabers activate in the distance. Perhaps Arthur had come to help? I told him to stay put. I turned to face the wielder of the 's when I realized Arthur only had one. Then I heard the infamous cough, that I heard far too often.

Narrator POV

"Hello there," Grievous snickered, anticipating the imminent duel. He grasped onto his prized lightsabers tightly, resisting the urge to lunge at Kenobi. Narrowing his yellow, bloodshot eyes, the cyborg split his arms and grabbed two more blades. The blue and green sabers hummed to life amongst the eerie quiet.

"Grievous" Obi-Wan said in a low, growling voice, signaling his dislike in the General, as he ignited his own blue blade getting ready for the upcoming fo duel that was going to take place. The mechanical villain could only laugh, "I see you have taken on a new apprentice." He gave a throaty and phlegm-filled cough that could send chills down a bantha's spine.

"Your spies serve you well Grievous" came Obi-Wan's calm yet deep reply, while he positioned himself for the duel that was about to commence. "Do you think you can save the boy?" Grievous scoffed, and if he could smile, he did.

"You will not harm the boy General, not while I stand to defend him" replied Obi-Wan pointing his blue lightsaber at Grievous. By this point, the clones began to encircle around Grievous with guns raised ready for anything. The black visors focused solely on Grievous, intent on killing the cyborg here and now.

"We'll see about that," Grievous laughed as the clones began firing. With ease, the general cut them down one by one. They posed no threat to the four blades. The general showed no mercy as he sliced and stabbed. In fact, a sinister, sadistic look was glazed upon his yellow eyes.

"Cody, back your men off now!" replied Obi-Wan as he rushed in to get Grievous' attention so the clones could fallback. Obi-Wan raised his lightsaber in a defensive position as he approached Grievous. The general merely laughed and pulled away from the clones, walking briskly towards Kenobi.

Cody did as the general asked and ordered his men to fallback. As they fell back, Cody saw Obi-Wan rush in and lock blades and wits with General Grievous, and all the clones could do was watch, as the two battled with their lightsabers.

Grievous cackled as he pushed Obi-Wan back with his blade. In two of his hands, in which he carried blue lightsabers-each from a Jedi Padawan-he rotated his wrists, causing them to spin. Ever so closer to Kenobi they came, threatening to deliver a killing strike.

Arthur's POV

I was still helping the clones with the perimeter in the back lines sensed Obi-Wan in trouble, and wanted to go save my master, but that would result in breaking my master's wishes of staying behind. I decided to take the chance and accept my punishment later, but right now I needed to save my master from whatever peril he was in.

"Waxer, hold this position here and continue with patrolling the perimeter around the base, I have to go save Kenobi" I ordered.

"Yes sir" came Waxer's firm reply, and he went off to give the other clones assistance.

I gave a huff to clear my nerves, and then I turned and ran in the direction that Kenobi, Cody, and the other clones walked off in earlier. I hoped I wasn't too late, and that I wouldn't arrive to see Kenobi badly injured or worse. I began feeling my way with the force to where Obi-Wan was. As I approached where the force was leading me, I could hear the cackling of Grievous in the distance.

I slowed my pace upon hearing the clash of lightsabers. Had I not heard the general's comment, I might have run in there blind. "The boy is weak," the cyborg croaked, "He'll die before this war is over. He is no Chosen One." Instantly, I felt something boil in my blood. Sure, Skywalker was the Chosen One, but the retort still stung nonetheless. But, Grievous is going to regret that comment. I'll make sure of it.

I saw Grievous about to swing his lightsabers down on Kenobi, who was knocked to the ground and I instinctively ignited my blue blade and ran towards them. Jumping in front of my master, I blocked Grievous' incoming strike.

"This ends now Grievous. No more blood will be spilt today" I said with anger in my voice.

"They send a child to save a Jedi," the cyborg shot a sinister gaze towards me, "How pathetic?" He disengaged his sword from mine and stepped back. Grievous seemed to be scrutinizing me under that evil mask of his.

"You will answer for you crimes against the republic" I said. I was trying to block out his verbal jabs at me, but they began to take their effect, as I started to let them dictate my actions.

"And who is going to ensure that," he asked, "You? I'd like to see you try, young Jedi." The cyborg stood in a stance ready to attack me.

"I will do more than try Grievous" I said angered, as I raised my lightsaber in front of me ready for what Grievous may do.

"Such a waste," the general said before leaping. His blades spun and I could feel the heat against my cheek. As Grievous' blades came crashing down upon me, I waited till the last second and rolled under his legs to avoid his lightsabers, and to get behind him. After rolling, I quickly got up and took a multiple swings at his back.

Seemingly knowing my every move, the general had spun around. His lightsabers now clashed with mine, pushing me down further. "You are doomed, young Jedi," he cackled, "Nothing can save you."

I focused on using the force to aid me in my struggle, trying to focus on pushing back the general's lightsabers with my own blade. His lightsabers were so close to my face that I could feel the heat against my skin. It got so hot against my skin that I couldn't take it anymore and with a free hand, I pushed as hard as I could with the force pushing Grievous back slightly so that I could have some space to work. I then went back on the offensive with strike after strike at Grievous trying to find a weakness that I could use to my advantage.

The cyborg didn't seem to sweat. He almost...enjoyed...my blazing attacks. No matter what I tried, Grievous just seemed to block it with ease. It was almost as if my hatred of him fed some sort of energy to the sadistic general. I could feel the energy draining from me as I continued to unsuccessfully strike at the general, so in order to save my strength for later, I had to stop, which Grievous took advantage of and started his attacks.

Grievous' attacks were ferocious, with every strike he made it forced me to take a step back, which started to back me into a corner. Now I needed every ounce of strength I could muster. I continued to block his attacks, but I grew weak, and was having trouble keeping up with four lightsabers.

I remember Master Kenobi once saying that one mistake is all it took. And that is exactly what happened. I slid slightly on my right foot, allowing Grievous a large enough window to force my blade out of my hand. With my defense gone, he quickly made a slash at my leg. I moved away, but not in time to avoid the searing pain in my knee. Looking down, I almost gasped as I saw the cauterized gash above my knee cap. I instantly fell to the ground as the pain was unbearable. Grievous didn't stop either continuing to kick me while I was down, and insulting me as he kicked me across the ground multiple times.

"I'll save you for last, youngling. Now, watch as I kill Kenobi."

I watched as Grievous left me on the ground in immense pain, and started to walk toward Kenobi, who was probably in more pain than I was. My master didn't even try to get up. Besides the pain, all I could see was tranquility written on his face. But, no matter how ready he was for this, I am not going to let it happen. I rose to my feet, despite the initial pain that swept through my body, and ignited my lightsaber once more.

"NOOO!" I screamed as loud as I could, and without thinking twice, I rushed at Grievous, hacking and swinging my blade with all the strength I could muster. I began to penetrate through his defenses and started lashing out at him, and he began to roar in pain. One strike grazed his chest plate, causing a deep, guttural cough to erupt from his throat. I did not stop there. I continued to pour on the quick strikes toward Grievous, as he desperately tried to block them, but continued to fail.

The smirk was now gone from his gaze. As I looked into those yellow, scarred eyes, I saw confusion and fear. Seeing this in Grievous drove me even more. My strikes became more violent and blunt, and managed to land my lightsaber on his right arm completely separating it from his body. The metal clanked onto the ground and I smiled at the cyborg's reaction. There was no anger, just terror.

"What's wrong General? You look different" I said in a sarcastic tone.

Perhaps I shouldn't have said that. Now, that terror and fear was gone: replaced by the sinister nightmare that was the general. Grievous became filled with rage after what I had said to him and charged right at Arthur wanting to inflict the same pain that Arthur gave to him. Grievous raised his left arm with his two lightsabers and came down hard on me. I decided on using the force to help me block his strike, then spun to my left and came around to land a strike on Grievous' back, which was answered by a roar of pain and anger from Grievous.

Grievous turned to face me and looked like he was getting ready to charge, but I used the force, pushing Grievous up against the base of a mountain and rushed in on Grievous, but Grievous was able to kick me away and then charged at me again. I blocked a couple of shots from Grievous then landed another clean cut on Grievous' other split arm, which caused one of Grievous' two arms to fall to the ground with another thud, and a roar of pain from Grievous. Grievous also fell and slid onto the ground due to the strength of the blow that I had delivered.

I slowly walked over to Grievous till I was directly above him, rage and hatred in my eyes. I was going to make Grievous pay for what he did to my master and the clones I called my friends-who were now dead on the ground. Last of all, he would pay for all the crimes he has committed in the past.

I raised my lightsaber to deliver the killing blow; to bring a quicker end to this war. I could feel myself becoming more connected to the force as I stared down in anger at the general. The Force flowed through me, giving me incredible strength. It swarmed me and swirled around the hand that held the blade. As I was about to bring down my blade to end the general, I faintly heard my name being shouted from behind me.

Obi-Wan's POV

My eyes widened as I came to. Before me, Arthur stood over Grievous, ready to kill him in cold blood. As my eyes continued to focus in on the scene before me, I noticed that there were rocks and smaller pieces of debris floating in mid air, surrounding my young padawan and Grievous. It dawned on me and I felt as though I had been punched in the face: Arthur was using the Dark Side. I stood up making my way slowly to Arthur.

"Arthur!" I screamed as loud as my aching body would allow me to.

I must have gotten his attention because the blade that was heading straight for Grievous stopped in mid air, then seconds later once Arthur must have realized what he was doing, I saw his lightsaber deactivate and drop to the ground, and Arthur taking several steps back, then falling to his knees with his face buried in his hands and knees, looking ashamed. At this moment, I decided to call back up Cody and his men to contain Grievous, hoping this was our chance.

Arthur's POV

All I can think of is what I have just unleashed. That night with the man in the alley flooded into my mind, cutting me off from reality as the images replayed and screamed in my head. The fear in his eyes was almost identical to the look I received from Grievous. The monster inside of me had come out and now it was growing stronger. I looked at my master with sorrowful eyes only to see that my master has collapsed back onto the ground. Then suddenly I heard a lightsaber ignite and quickly looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Grievous with my blue blade in his hands.

I froze in place and let the adrenaline pump through my body and pound in my ears. The white noise of battle blinded me and blurred my vision. Grievous started to walk over to me slowly raising my blade above his head as he did so, but then I saw Commander Cody and the remaining clones from earlier appear.

"Drop the lightsaber Grievous, and surrender" ordered Cody, who had his blaster pointed at the General, along with every other clone that was present at the scene. He was not about to let this Separatist tinie escape once again.

"Surrender?" asked Grievous, while letting out a few coughs, "I will never surrender"

Grievous then turned his back toward me and faced the clones who now began to open fire on the general. Grievous started to block the shots from the clones, but saw that in his current condition that he was no match, and started to back up, while deflecting the shots. Grievous made it to a highly wooded area and disappeared into the trees, leaving with no trace.

Arthur's POV

Master Kenobi and I had just entered Coruscant and were heading to the Jedi Temple to give our report to the council. Just thinking about facing the Masters made me cringe. I hate council reports; I feel as if my soul is being inspected with a fine tooth comb, and I also feel that the council looks down upon me because of my problems. Ha, I bet they want to dump me off onto some other Jedi and give Kenobi a break.

Speaking of Kenobi: he was acting a bit strange. The hyperspace trip to Coruscant was too quiet. Master Kenobi and I had maybe exchanged words once for a brief time, and that was it, because neither of us wanted to bring up what happened during the fight with Grievous. He was probably very disappointed in me, so I can't wait to hear what he reports to the Council.

Master Kenobi and I landed on a docking port near the temple and began our long walk to the council doors. On our way up to the council we passed by Master Skywalker and Ahsoka, who gave me a smile, but all I could muster was a fake half smile back. I could sense the concern and confusion surround her as we kept walking. Master Kenobi and I walked further into the temple and arrived at the council doors.

When those doors open, there's no going back. Kenobi gave me one last reassuring smile and I returned it to him. It was odd, but I nonetheless appreciated the gesture. I took a deep breath as Kenobi opened the doors and walked in. Upon having twenty two eyes immediately glue to me, I wanted to freeze up or walk back out. I stayed back a bit and followed Kenobi a couple steps behind and to his right.

As we reached the center of the room, we stopped to bow before the Masters. Looking up, I tried to analyze their faces without being obvious. They all had a look of curiosity about them that made me dread the upcoming report. I knew they would look upon me differently now. They trusted me to change and hold back the darkness; but I failed.

But, as I looked around at the Masters, I noticed one who did not share the other's contempt. Her golden eyes analyzed me back yet had a calm look. She sat in a comfortable position and did not let her anger flow to her face-that is, if she bore that emotion at all. It was only for a split second, but I could tell there was something about her I did not like. Maybe it was the way she looked sophisticated and maybe snobby in a way. But, since I had never met her before, I was curious to know who she was.

"Padawan, what is your account of the incident?"

I struggled to find my words, as looked at all the eyes that were now aimed in my direction. Oh, this is going to be good, I thought.

Narrator POV

Arthur kept his head down and finally began to speak, after throwing in another glance at the female jedi that he had never seen before. Breaking her rock of a gaze, she looked curiously at him and gave him a gentle smile. That smile faded, however, just before Arthur found his voice.

"Master Kenobi and I had engaged the droid army led by General Grievous and had successfully pushed them back and began to gain the upper hand and continued our push. Master Kenobi told me to remain behind to set up a defensive position, but I had a feeling that he was in trouble and decided that I should go aid him, despite his orders for me to stay put" Arthur replied keeping his head down and looking at his feet.

"Master Kenobi, is this true so far?" asked Jedi Master Mace Windu.

The human Jedi silently took a deep breath and stood up straighter. "What Arthur is saying is partially true," he said. Without looking to see the reactions of his fellow Councilmen, he turned to look at Arthur. "It was my fault for failing to teach him to obey command."

Arthur continued to stare at the ground listening to Obi-Wan's comments, but as he listened it sounded to him as if Obi-Wan was not grateful that he had come to his rescue to save his master, and he became angry and full of rage that was directed toward Kenobi. Arthur looked at Kenobi and not the council of jedi sitting in a circle around him.

"I disobeyed my master to save his life!" Arthur said, a little too loudly and with a hint of anger in his voice. Still keeping his gaze on Kenobi with narrow eyes and clenched fists. "General Grievous had bested my master in combat and when I arrived, Master Kenobi was on the ground laying motionless, so I stepped in to block Grievous' killing blow!" said Arthur to defend himself, but still had the fire burning inside him that continued to grow and consume him.

Master Fisto tilted his head up; confusion, curiosity, and scold were present in his gaze. He turned slowly over to look at the female Master sitting next to him. Her blazing golden eyes met his and she gave a simple blink before turning back. With an emotionless look, she glanced over at Yoda. The two exchanged a nod and proceeded to return their attention to the boy.

"Padawan," the smooth and elegant voice of the woman echoed throughout the room. Her tone was both reprimanding and empathetic. She waited patiently for the boy to look to her.

Arthur almost immediately cooled down, hearing the smooth voice of the female jedi that wasn't present at his last meeting he had with the council, which in his opinion went a whole lot better than this one was turning out.

Arthur slowly turned his head to face the elegant master, not wanting to make too much eye contact, for he was ashamed of his recent outburst and was scared of the repercussions that he was about to face.

Once she was satisfied that he was listening, the woman opened her mouth to speak. "From what you have told us," she started, pausing to blink, "Your disobedience of your Master's wishes were not entirely in vain. As a Jedi, it is your duty to do what is best for the needs of others." She allowed Arthur to process her words and remained silent, though keeping her gaze upon him.

Arthur was taken back by the words that came from the female Jedi. He slowly raised his head up, straightening himself, to be more presentable to the council, and met the female Jedi's gaze.

"Would you like me to continue my side of the story?" asked Arthur politely not leaving his gaze upon the woman. Although he felt as though she were scolding him, her presence was keeping him calm.

Something flashed across the Jedi's face that only Master Yoda seemed to notice. However, she gave a courteous nod for him to do as he suggested. Her gaze tightened and the golden orbs once again searched for something in Arthur. She shifted her hands and flattened out her brown robe. From underneath, the golden shine of her armor peeked out.

Arthur took a couple seconds to cool himself down and get his thoughts in order, then began where he left off. The woman raised her head to signal he had her full attention.

"As I said before, Grievous was about to finish off Master Kenobi, so I jumped in and blocked Grievous' blade. Grievous and I began to lock our blades together in fierce combat, but I managed to gain the upper hand and had Grievous on the ground missing most of his limbs…." said Arthur before Kenobi interrupted him, slightly stepping in front of him.

The female Jedi took in a slow yet sharp breath and flickered her gaze to Kenobi.

"I do appreciate Arthur saving my life, but the way that Arthur allowed himself to accomplish this task is not the Jedi way. During his fight with Grievous, I came to and saw Arthur standing above the wounded general ready to deliver the final blow, but I felt pain, anger, and hate inside Arthur, along with small pieces of debris floating in mid air. I could not let him go through with killing Grievous in such a state, so I screamed his name. He responded by deactivating his lightsaber, and dropping it to the ground and came out of the trance that he was in." said Kenobi, who made eye contact with everyone in the room, but mostly kept his eyes on the female Jedi sitting almost directly in front of him.

She remained silent as the heads of her fellow Councilmen turned to her. After a few moments, her gaze turned to Arthur and studied him. "Is this true?" she asked him, gesturing for him to answer honestly.

"N-Y-Yes master, it is as he says. This council gave me a chance to become something more than what I was given in my past, as long as I was able to keep from falling into the darkness, but I have failed you," replied Arthur with a heavy heart, reverting his gaze from the female master in front of him to his feet on the floor, not wanting to see her reaction or any one's reaction for that matter. He knew that he blew his chance to become something more to honor his parents, and that the council would probably release him from the order and send him back to Delphon, where he would have to pick up the pieces and start all over again.

The Jedi narrowed her eyes in curiosity. She took a deep breath before turning to look at the fellow Masters. "This is meeting is dismissed," she said calmly as she turned back to look at Arthur. "Arthur, I wish to have a word with your master. The Council will call you back in to receive your punishment."

Arthur winced as he heard the word punishment, but he understood. Arthur took a deep breath and without saying a word turned and walked out of the council chambers and took a seat on a nearby bench and waited to be called in for his punishment.

The woman watched as he exited, a brow raised as she tried to analyze his reaction. But, as soon as it was time to bow, her curiosity ran dry. The Councilmen dipped in respect to one another-exempt Yoda-before turning to depart. Only the woman, Kenobi, and Yoda returned to their seats.

"What is it you wish to speak to me about?" asked Obi-Wan, who began to relax in his seat.

"Your Padawan is reckless," she responded, giving a sigh. "He needs discipline."

"Agree with her I do" came Yoda's shriveled voice.

"Arthur can be a pain sometimes, but his heart and his intentions are always pure. It's just that he lets himself fall too easily to the dark side. I would teach him how to control it, but this dreadful war take up most of my time" replied Obi-Wan trying to stick up for his troubled padawan.

"Feel Arthur needs a new master I do. One to teach him control" replies Yoda

"Master," the woman turned to Yoda, "Is that possible?"

"Indeed. Sense a strong presence in the force within Arthur I do. Teach him we must before too late it becomes" replied Yoda.

"Master," replied Obi-Wan, "If you wish to give Arthur a new master, I understand. I only want what is best for him" replied Obi-Wan.

"What course of action is to be taken for the boy?" the woman asked, raising a brow at the old Jedi. The curious gaze returned to her golden brown, calm eyes.

"Call Arthur in we should" replied Yoda

Master Kenobi rose from his seat and walked over to the council chamber doors and they opened. Kenobi noticed Arthur staring off into space and walked over to him.

"Come my young apprentice, the council has decided on your actions"

Arthur nervously rose to his feet and followed Kenobi back into the council room. Once inside Kenobi took his seat again, and Arthur walked into the middle of the room and stopped and bowed to all three masters present.

"What is it you have decided upon my masters?" asked Arthur nervously.

Resist: Well there you go folks. That's chapter 3.

Arthur: Ok hold on, who is this chick?

Echo: Sorry, Arthur. You're going to have to wait 'til the next chapter to find out.

Arthur: I could just use the force and make you tell me. Muahahahaha

Echo (whispering to Resist): Can he do that?

Resist (slightly chuckling): No offense Arthur, but I don't want you to bring the house down. Remember what happened with Grievous?

Arthur: Whatever

Echo: Ah, well, thank you all for reading this chapter! Make sure to come back soon for our next installment so Arthur can find out who this Master is.