As Naruto and Gaara walked into the Twilight, they were amazed at what they saw. Wires, circuit boards, bolts, sheet metal, throttles, thrusters, engines… they had never seen anything like it. The two Jinchuuriki felt like they were in a dream, about to leave the planet they were cursed on to live a life that they had only seen in their wildest fantasies. The two looked back down the ramp as it closed, looking upon their last view of their home planet for what would possibly be a long, long time. They walked into the cockpit, and saw what looked like a metallic, golden man. It turned to them, and they saw it was some kind of droid.
"Hello," it said, "I am C3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations. How may I be of service?" "Threepio," Anakin said, "This is Naruto and Gaara. I'm taking them to the Jedi Temple once we regroup with the main fleet. On the way there, I want you to teach them everything you can about the Galaxy. They've never met anyone off-world, so they don't really know about anything from… well, anywhere." Threepio nodded, and shuffled to a compartment near the back, Naruto and Gaara tagging along behind.
Ahsoka watched the trio walk away, and focused back to the controls. "Master, I sense something is strange with those two. Do you feel it?" she asked. Anakin frowned, and slowly nodded. "They are strong with the Force, but I can feel it influence them in both ways. They are full of hope, and yet, so much fury revolves around them… Master Yoda will know what exactly to do." Ahsoka grunted, and focused back on the controls. She heard a slamming noise in the rear compartments, and heard screaming as sand poured out from under the door. "NARUTO! I'LL KILL YOU!" she heard Gaara yell. "LOOK MAN, I DIDN'T MEAN TO KNOCK OVER YOUR GOURD! HOW MUCH SAND IS IN THERE?" Anakin sighed, and opened a com line. "Admiral Yularen, do you read me?" He waited a few seconds, and heard the Admiral's voice. "I read you General Skywalker. Your current coordinates?" Anakin gave them. "We shall rendezvous in a few minutes."
Back with Naruto and Gaara…
As soon as the boys went to the compartment, they started bombarding Threepio with questions, from what kind of human Ahsoka was, to what kind of Jedi they would meet. Threepio answered all their questions and more, glad to finally have someone who cared so much about his knowledge archives. After a little bit, Naruto yawned, and leaned back, accidentally knocking over Gaara's gourd. After a bit of a yelling match, they continued to question Threepio, until they both finally fell asleep.
Anakin walked into the rear compartment, and knocked quietly, sensing the two boys were asleep. Threepio opened the door, and said, "Yes, Master Ani?" "We arrived with the fleet, and we're headed back to Coruscant. When they wake up, tell them that, would you?" he asked calmly, still a little unnerved by the two seemingly harmless boys. "Of course, Master Ani. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Threepio asked. Anakin shook his head, and left the compartment. As he went to his quarters, he thought about the two boys, and what the Hokage, Tsunade, had told him. He was still amazed that two young boys could be treated so harshly. He had seen some tough things when he was a slave boy back on Tattooine, but he doubted that even he would have been able to survive such horrors and maintain as far from the Dark Side as they were. He could sense that Gaara had at one point been far more prone to anger, but something had made him change, and he couldn't quite figure out what.
He heard a knock on his door, and a moment later, Obi-Wan stepped in. "I sensed that you found some possible Jedi," he stated, sitting down on the couch. Anakin nodded, and sat up on his bed. "I spoke to one of the planet's leaders, and they didn't know a thing about the Galaxy off of their home world. Even worse, I heard about horrors the two grew up with, not the least of which was almost daily assassination attempts. I don't know why they were so discriminated against, but to go through all of that and not fall to the Dark Side…" he trailed off. Obi-Wan nodded, having known several people like that himself. "Do you know anything of their fighting styles?" he asked, knowing of the droid raid. Anakin nodded. "The red haired one, Gaara, was using a defensive style similar to yours Master, but it was obvious neither has ever held a lightsaber or a similar weapon before in their lives, and he does not know what your style is. As for the blond, Naruto… his was a highly offensive style, but it was more like merely swinging my lightsaber around. He was efficient, though. Many of his attacks would slice a droid, and on the back swing would deflect a shot from their rifles. He didn't make a single wasted move."
Obi-Wan leaned back on the couch, a thoughtful expression on his face. "If Gaara was using a Soresu style, then he may be the Apprentice I've been looking for to replace you, but I don't know who would suit Naruto. You are already training Ahsoka, and I don't know about the Council, but one thing is clear to me. He can definitely be more powerful than many of the Jedi Knights, both of them could be. It seems that only the best could train them. I will contact Master Yoda when we are in range, and ask him to meditate on this…." He sat up, and left Anakin's room, oblivious to all but his own thoughts.
Naruto sat in what appeared to be a field of snow, a peaceful and silent place. He stood up, and looked around him, noticing a figure dressed in a cloak about a hundred meters away. He heard a cute, girlish laugh, and the figure turned, and started to run. He tried running after her, until something landed in his path. Three figures appeared, dressed in black, hooded cloaks. There was a man whose face was covered beyond recognition in a web of wrinkles, a man with a strange, black armor-like suit, and a young man, panting in front of them. Naruto watched as the young man raised his face, and jerked back when the face he saw was his own, the Nine-Tails transformation apparent on his features.
Naruto jerked forward, panting heavily as he grabbed onto a steel bar next to him. He saw a man watching him, dressed in what he assumed were Jedi robes, as he saw a lightsaber hanging at his waist. The man had somewhat unruly hair, and had a beard. "Your name is Naruto, correct?" he asked, in an accent Naruto had never heard before. Naruto nodded, and slowly got up, his limbs shaking. The man walked over to him, helping him regain his balance. "My name's Obi-Wan Kenobi," he said, stepping back once Naruto got his balance. "What was that?" Naruto asked, his body covered in chills. "I'm guessing you had a vision through the Force. It's an ability that all Force users could use, but it's still rare for it to actually happen." "A vision of what?" he asked, still feeling his heart hammering in his chest. "You tell me," Obi-Wan said.
Naruto took a calming breath, and once he could properly speak, repeated his vision to Obi-Wan. The older man looked thoughtful, and asked, "Can you tell me anything about whether or not any of this was familiar?" Naruto shook his head, and replied, "Only my own face." Obi-Wan looked as though he had thought as much, and said, "If that is the case, I believe it would be a vision of the future. From what you described, I think that in this vision, you were facing off against two Sith on a planet covered in snow, but I can't imagine which one. There are many. And as for the Sith… this bodes very ill. I know of only two living Sith, and neither fit your description. Very curious…." He walked out of the room, leaving Naruto looking confused. Gaara started to stir, and also shot up, gasping for breath and shaking. Upon questioning Gaara, Naruto learned that they both had had some kind of vision involving the two Sith. The only difference was that Gaara hadn't chased a girl, and it was on a sand-covered planet.
"Attention all personnel," a voice said over the intercom of the Star Destroyer, making everyone pause. "We are now approaching Coruscant. Our ETA is approximately 20 minutes. Thank you." The two boys suddenly felt a surge of fresh energy as they realized that they were both about to reach the place where all their past discriminations were about to be forgotten. They were about to find a place where they belonged. They both felt the same.
They were about to arrive home.