A/N: Oh dear lord, has it really been that long since I updated this? I'm sorry. All the fault belongs to Netflix and MGM for removing SG-1 from the instant play.

Since it has been so long, I'd like to point out again that this is a post 9/11 world so there will be references to things after the 90s.

Chapter 5.

The sample Star Charts he'd been given were actually more detailed than what the Republic had had in its heyday. Xander suspected that these were from the Hubble telescope to be so clear. The only problem with them was that they weren't in three dimensions which they would have to be before Xander could input them into the Nav Computer. He'd have to ensure that they were converted before he would offer them something for them. In exchange for his army of 230,000 (less than he'd asked for but more than he'd expected) and buttload of money and supplies, he'd given Earth designs for planetary shields which should stand up to at least one Goa'uld Ha'tak. Though he couldn't be sure until he actually faced one in battle himself. And he couldn't do that until he had his army. It was a viscous cycle of guessing that would only be ended by his first battle in this galaxy. Or possibly sooner. SG-1 had hinted on their last visit that they were in the process of repairing a Goa'uld fighter. Both sides eagerly awaited the day it was done so they could test the technologies against one another.

The one thing that Xander wasn't willing to budge on was manufacturing. He had plenty of spare parts but those would eventually wear out too. And he had no manufacturing base to build more. So, the deal was that anything anyone of Earth built using his tech, an advancement from his tech, or anything with his tech in it, he got half of everything built for the next 50 years. If the US built a ship, he got an identical one. If Russia built 200 blasters, he got 100 of them. The idea had actually been Jonathan's. Though he had negotiated hard for it.

He'd eventually be giving out a few ships to patrol the solar system and protect Earth, but he had already made it clear that they wouldn't get any ships with hyperdrives or any plans for hyperdrives until aliens and the Stargate were made public.

When he wasn't negotiating, Xander was very hard at work. Having seen Return of the Jedi and understanding one of the weaknesses of the ship, the first thing he'd done was to create a new deflector shield that protected just the bridge. Considering it had the same amount of power covering a much smaller area than the other shields, it was probably overpowered – it was like wrapping half of a battleship's armor around the bridge. But then again, he had seen what had happened without it and he wasn't going to let history repeat itself.

His next project wasn't nearly so life and death. More like speed and ease of transit. SG-1 was going to freak when they saw him today. He smiled behind his mask as he tested his newest invention out. The he felt the presence of SG-1 nearing, then frowned. There was a 5th person aboard the shuttle. He was about to call the SGC and ask them why but thought better of it. Best not to let them know about that ability yet. He went to go meet the interloper in a much fouler mood than he should have been using his new invention.

This was SG-1's fourth trip to the Executor and Jack was feeling far more dread for this trip than he had for the first one. Xander Harris had proved to be a funny, even jocular, guy behind the scary mask and voice. And was proving to be very fair in his trades with the US. But now Senator Kinsey had gotten himself invited along for the third round of talks and he just knew that the asshole Senator was going to screw up all of SG-1's hard work.

And when the body of Darth Vader skated into the conference room. He couldn't help but smile.

"Kids these days with their shoes with wheels in them. I wish I had had those growing up. But now I've got two robotic legs, so I didn't even have to limit myself to one wheel on each foot. And you have to try skating up here. The floors are so smooth. ("Ahem." Kinsey tried to interrupt.) I put retractable wheels in the toe and heel of my boot. Viola, retractable rollerblades. I think I'll call them robo-blades. Makes me feel like inspector Gadget really. ("Ahem." Kinsey tried to interrupt again.) Though, I think I'll skip the helicopter coming out of my head. That never ended well." Xander finished.

"Ahem." Kinsey said even louder.

"There's water on the table if your throat is dry." Xander didn't turn his head away from Jack. "Though he does remind me. You brought an unauthorized person onto my ship. You didn't even call to ask. Explain." The man just felt... slimy was the only way to describe it. Perhaps not as outright evil as Senator Palpatine revealed himself to be, but he certainly felt similar to many of the bureaucrats he'd had to deal with both as Anakin and as Vader. Though at least as Vader, they were toadying towards him. This man was full of self-importance. He called for Jonathan and Warren through his mask without anyone else hearing a thing.

The intruder stood and offered his hand. "My name Senator Robert Kinsey. And I'd-"

Two of Xander's fingers came up and then back down to sit the Senator Forcibly back down. "I was not talking to you." Xander said purposely imitating Vader's speech patterns as much as possible. O'Neill, with his back to the Senator, mimed the pinching motion of a Force choke. Xander was a bit surprised, O'Neill wanted him to Force choke the Senator?

"Now see here." Kinsey rose again. "I'm a very powerful man. And my friendship can make things easier for you, but trying to push me around will make things very, very difficult for you."

"Powerful?" Xander finally looked at him then cocked his head to the side. "You're powers are weak, old man." Xander quoted. He was rewarded by everyone on SG-1 trying to hide a smile, or in Jackson's case, and outright laugh.

Kinsey waved the comment away. "I've heard accusations that you got your ship through dark magics. What do you say to that?"

"So?" was what Xander said.

"So? So? We can't go trusting our men and women to something created by a bunch of devil worshiping hippies." Kinsey insisted.

"God."

"What?"

"My friends found the man responsible for the spell. The entity he was worshiping was a god. The roman god, Janus." Xander explained pretty much everything which had been explained to him about the spell.

"Pagans." Kinsey spat. "Just as bad."

"Your lack of tolerance disturbs me." Xander used a slightly modified quote.

Just then, Jon and Warren arrived, fully armed and armored, helmets on.

"Gentlemen. We have a stowaway. This man claims to be Senator Palpatine. Take him to the nearest detention block. Give him the nicest quarters there. If he tries to resist, set for stun and then carry him to the worst cell you can find." Xander ordered.

"My name... is Senator Kinsey. I'm a United States Senator and you can't do this to me!" he argued as Jon and Warren each took an arm and placed binders on his hands.

"This ship is sovereign territory. My territory. Where my word is law. And you came onto my ship uninvited. Therefore, by definition, you are a stowaway and possibly a spy. Can you say 'Gitmo'? In fact, have one of the droids make up a sign that reads 'Home sweet Gitmo'." Xander said. "Take him away."

The troopers took the mildly struggling Senator away.

"I've waited years to see that happen to that man." Jack said. "You couldn't by any chance teach me that Force choke thing. I've wanted to do that to him ever since I met him."

"I disagree." Teal'c said. "I would much prefer to wrap my own hands around Senator Kinsey's throat. Using the Force to kill him would be far to kind for one of his unworthiness."

Even Daniel didn't disagree.

"He does seem unpleasant. What's his problem?" Xander asked. He got treated to some of the 'highlights' of the SGC's interactions with Kinsey and with a group called the NID. "Well," he said when the stories were finished. "I'm not going to have time to find out if our stowaway is who he says he is until after the negotiations are done. Perhaps by then, I'll have forgotten about him."

SG-1 was so pleased by that announcement that they promised to have the star charts converted into a 3D model and would give them to him for free.

The day's negotiations were over and Xander was feeling pretty good. And on a really bright note, Willow was arriving today and he was looking forward to seeing his best friend again. He was very excited, and more than a little scared. He had seen the fear in her eyes the last time they'd met during the spell and he'd hated that. Raged against it even trapped in his own body. He wasn't sure if he could take seeing that fear in her eyes again.

He, Jonathan, Warren and SG-1 went to the landing bay to meet the shuttle. Tucker was babysitting Andrew while the pair worked on... something. Xander didn't really care as long as Andrew wasn't underfoot and didn't break anything. Most of the stuff they did was useful, and the stuff that wasn't was fairly harmless.

"How can you have the bay open but no air escaping?" Major Carter asked.

"I'm not sure how to explain it, something to do with magnets. Vader understood it and I could easily repair it if I needed to but I really don't know how to explain it."

"You should ask Andrew. He could probably explain it." Warren joked.

Xander smiled behind his mask. That was a bit cruel, unleashing Andrew on the poor SG team, but then again, they had to learn.

As the shuttle landed on autopilot and the doors opened, it wasn't just Willow standing there, but Buffy, Giles and even Cordelia. Willow spoke first. "Xander?"

He nodded, not wanting to use his altered voice.

Willow dropped her bag and sprinted straight into his chest. "Oww." she said as he hugged him tightly. "That kinda hurt."

Buffy had hesitated a second longer but was right behind Willow hugging them both.

"Buffy. Getting hard to breathe." Willow warned before the Slayer let up.

Xander hadn't noticed that he seemed to have grown at least six inches taller thanks to the spell. He nodded to Giles and Cordelia who were advancing at a more sedate pace.

"Jonathan, is that you?" Willow asked the man who used to be shorter than even Buffy. But now was a couple inches taller than Willow.

"Did you shrink?" was Jon's reply. Yep, same old Jono.

"No, silly. You've grown. Just like Xander, apparently. And Warren, we had a computer class together last semester. Who else is up here?" Willow asked Xander.

"You know Tucker Wells, right? Him and his little brother, Andrew. He's a sophomore." Xander said.

With that, the Sunnydalers set off. The SG team behind them visibly relaxing. Not that the Vader clone had been anything but polite but to see people, teenage girls, from earth being so easy around him, like they were old friends, unconsciously affected them.

They had a feast to celebrate a reunion with his friends. And to celebrate the Sunnydalers bringing fresh food with them. SG-1 had MREs and the Executor had plenty of supplies, but both were designed for long term storage first with nutrition and then taste being second and third priorities respectively.

To the Sunnydalers' amusement, Samantha did ask Andrew about the cargo holds. Xander was grateful that his mask could stifle his laughter, it could not, however, hide his shoulders shaking in laughter as the SG team was bored to tears with Andrew's long winded, though in-depth, explanation that went completely over almost everyone's heads.

It had been a good night. He'd spent with old friends and new. Even Cordelia had been polite to him. Perhaps as a going away present from her. After all, he was unlikely to see any of them for at least 3 years. And now he was walking Buffy back to the shuttle to say 'goodbye'.

"I want to come with you." Buffy said.

"And abandon a convenient Hellmouth to whatever monsters want to open it? To live on a quiet spaceship where there might be only one or two land battles over the next three years? Do you think you'd survive without killing any demons for three years?" Xander asked.

Buffy ducked her head instead of answering. "I could train instead."

"You hate training." Xander pointed out. "Besides, do you think I'd leave you on the Hellmouth without something to help you out? I have some information first. There were two soldiers that dressed as storm troopers. They have a project going on in Sunnydale that's codenamed, The Initiative. It may have something to do with UC Sunnydale because I dropped them at the Army base, but they went straight to a frat house on campus."

Buffy blinked a bit. That was unexpected information. "The government has a secret base in Sunnydale?"

"I don't know for sure. I scanned the frat house and there's definitely a shaft down. But it's too deep for scans from here to be able to detect any base. Anyway, that's all I know. Keep on your toes. And now for your present." Xander reached for his belt and unclipped his gift to her.

"Xander it's..."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi's lightsaber. Vader had it with him when the first Death Star blew. And it was still here in my quarters when we came aboard." Along with a lot of other lightsaber from Jedi Vader had killed, he didn't mention. "I'd like you to have it. I don't think there's a demon alive who can stand up to that. And I'd love to hear about what it does to vamps." Xander told her. "Think of me when you use it. The old me, not... this."

Buffy gave him a tight hug. "It's all you, Xander, no matter what you look like."

He then saw her to the shuttle and waved goodbye to his life on Earth.

"Willow," Xander said, "I love Buffy as much as you do. But do you REALLY want to be trapped on a spaceship with a Slayer for 3 years? Think about it. No monsters to fight, ever. You know what she's like when she has a three DAY dry spell? How hyper she gets? How ornery? Stretch that into 3 years with only a couple land-battles where she can blow off steam by slaughtering Jaffas." Xander pronounced 'Jaffas' very close to sounding like 'Jawas'. "No, she'll do more good and less harm on Earth. Sorry. Besides, I didn't even tell her about her third present." They stopped walking.

"What third present?" Willow wondered.

"Nah-uh. No telling. Anyway," he waved to the room they were standing in front of. "here are your quarters for now. They're the Admiral's quarters, if we had an Admiral."

Willow checked out the room. It was small, but space was a priority in space. "I'm sorry I looked at you funny a couple times." she apologized. "Every so often, I'd forget it was you in that body and I got scared for a second."

Xander had felt the fear each of those times but tried not to let it bother him. "I almost have three lifetimes of memories in here. There's Anakin's memories, growing up and becoming a Jedi, getting married, it seems like a really nice life. And then there's Vader's memories. The Jedi kidnapping and probably killing his wife. Hiding and then brainwashing his children against him. The pain that put him in this suit. The pain of his Sith training. It wasn't the nicest life. And then there's my own memories. Kind of an impartial 3rd party.

"I'd like to train you to be a Jedi, Willow. But I honestly don't think that either side in that movie had it completely right. Freeing yourself from emotion wasn't balance. It was closer to trying to make people into... Force sensitive droids almost. The backlash of the Sith was inevitable. So, I want to try a new training method with you. Moderation. Everything in balance. Would you like to be trained as a new Jedi, Willow?" Xander asked.

Willow didn't make any comprehensible sound. She just stood there, staring into space, making a happy noise. Xander realized he'd probably broken her. So he led her to the bed and tucked her under the covers with all her clothes still on. He couldn't kiss her forehead, so he put two fingers to his mask and then to her forehead. "We'll pick out your lightsaber tomorrow." he whispered.

One sticking point when negotiations picked up the next day was the number of officers the United States wanted to give him. He wanted fewer officers and NCOs. He wanted to be the one who promoted them and to whom they owed their new ranks. Things like that tended to breed loyalty. Unlike the officers who the US wanted to supply, who would have their own loyalties back on Earth.

"Wow, Xander. That's... that's an army." Willow breathed when she heard the numbers.

"We've been fighting a war against the Goa'uld for a couple years now, ma'am." Colonel O'Neill answered. "I won't say that everyone at the SGC is thrilled that our ally is Darth Vader. But the examples of blasters and the designs for the shields have everyone too excited to worry about who they came from. I can barely pull Major Carter from her lab to get her to come up here with me for these negotiations."

"You don't need me here for negotiations, sir." Carter argued good naturedly.

"You're the only one besides Xander who understands the technologies we're trading. I say I need you and so does Hammond." Jack smiled back.

Apparently this was an argument they'd had before.

The compromise they finally reached was a slightly reduced number of officers and an increase of recruits fresh out of bootcamp that Xander wanted. But most of the officers would be Air Force officers from the SGC experienced in fighting the Goa'uld. Xander couldn't help but wonder if he'd been played in that part, that they had gotten their officers inserted where they could influence his crew... but he hadn't sensed any deception from the team while they were discussing things, so either it was coincidence or they were good enough to hide their feelings even from a Jedi.

They had a smaller feast of all the leftovers from the first feast to celebrate the end of the negotiations.

"Sir, you're disbanding the SGC?" Carter asked when they got back to Earth and the base. Everyone was busy packing.

"Not disbanding, Major. But scaling back greatly. You do remember that the entire mission of this facility was to find weapons capable of battling the Goa'uld? And we have done just that. We found a very powerful weapon. Now, we have to meet Mr. Harris' test." Hammond said.

"Sir?" Samantha asked.

"Three years, Major. He believes that after three years of serving with him, his crew will be more loyal to him than to us. He's given us a head start in choosing young American boys and girls who volunteer for service. The kind of people who are likely to be loyal to this country. To combat that, most of our SG teams are being assigned to the Executor. Your mission is threefold. Defeat the Goa'uld, learn every thing you can about the technology, and win the hearts of the crew so that when the three years are up as many of them as possible choose to serve for us instead of for Mr. Harris." Hammond looked from Jack to Sam to Daniel as he gave the three missions even if they were all for all four of them. "The SGC will still be here and we'll continue to send probes to any planets we dial. In fact, if you remember, sending Mr. Harris' probes through the gate with our own to help build his star charts is part of our deal. And we'll keep SG-9 here to deal with any diplomatic issues, but there won't be any manned explorations for the near future. Most of our experienced teams and the best of this years recruits will be going with you instead. The manpower simply can't be everywhere at once. Besides, now that negotiations are done, I can request some backup to be put on standby."

"What sort of backup, sir?" Carter couldn't help but ask.

"Ms. Summers?" the kind voice came over the phone.

"This is Buffy." Buffy said. She didn't recognize the voice.

"Buffy, this is General Hammond of the SGC. I'm told you're aware that many of our servicemen are about to be leaving on a trip with him. I'm also told you're a warrior of some repute. Our base is going to be undermanned once Mr. Harris leaves on his trip. I was wondering if you would be interested in being 'on call' in case our base comes under attack?"

The four main branches of the military are in constant recruitment. The Executor was going to get pretty much this entire class of recruits plus most of the SGC personnel and tens of thousands of active duty soldiers. And now they'd need to be retrained into starship soldiers.

Xander pulled rank and was taking the Air Force cadets, or at least the pilots from that program. They would be the ones to fly the starfighters and it would help to learn from the best, which Anakin certainly had been. Warren asked to take the Marines as he had an older brother serving with them. Xander was not leaving Andrew alone on the ship even with Tucker babysitting him so he had Tucker and Andrew handle the rest of the Air Force recruits. They were the ones who would need to know how to care for their new starfighters. And Andrew, as long he was watched closely, was very competent when dealing with things like that.

Jonathan was the only one left to guard the ship. "I don't think I can do this." Jon shook his head.

"There is no think, do or... actually, I think I messed that quote up." Xander said. "Listen, there are only two people I trust to do this. And I trust you more than Warren because I know you better. I know you can do this or I wouldn't be asking you to. Your other choice is to pull rank, tell Warren he's keeping watch on the ship, and go down and train the Marines for me."

"I think I'll stay on the ship." Jon agreed.

"I'll be near my shuttle if there's ever an emergency or if you have any questions, you can call anytime." Xander assured him. He really wanted Jonathan to become a competent, confident leader. Competence, he had in spades already. It was just the confidence he was lacking, and that was something that his stormtrooper memories just couldn't magically supply. Worse, he couldn't ask soldiers to follow a leader who wasn't confident.

With the ship in capable, though unsure hands, and his other stormtroopers already assigned, that left the Army and the Navy recruits and no one to help train them. Willow volunteered to help, but he needed her with him so he could train her in the ways of the Force. She was making excellent progress already. He made a call.

"Finn here."

"Riley. Uncle Sam is going to staff my ship. How would you like to supervise the Army recruits?"

"Would it mean I get to go back up in a spaceship?"

"I think we can work something out."

With Finn and Gates on board to train the Army and Navy personnel respectively, he could now focus on training the first generation of starfighters.

Colonel Maybourne paced in front of the two soldiers. "The NID has been locked out of this program by the SGC. They are supplying an army to a Darth Vader clone. We cannot allow that gentlemen. There's no telling what someone like that will do once he has his army. No doubt he's going to 'alter the deal' and not give us the promised technology. And we need that technology, men." he informed them. "Your orders are to acquire weapon technology by any means necessary. If you can acquire the ship, you'll be made Generals upon your return to Earth. And a lot more besides. Any technology at all though. And while you're at it, if you have the opportunity to take out this Vader guy, do so. But only if it's a prime opportunity. Any questions? Dismissed."

Captain Finn and Lieutenant Gates turned and marched out of the room.

When Xander had said he wanted to train the pilot recruits personally, Jack had been a little skeptical. But after he'd breezed through the written part of the training, they put him in the training plane and he took to the sky like he'd been born there. He'd earned the call sign 'Skywalker'. The little redhead he was training breezed through the written part just as easily as Harris had. Though she, at least, suddenly turned very nervous and shy in the cockpit. About what he experienced from first time civilian pilots. Still, she caught on very quickly to everything she was taught, even if she was hesitant to do some of the crazier stunts Harris was doing. O'Neill didn't mind seeing as he was in the plane with her. He felt sorry for the trainer trying to 'train' Harris.

And after a day tinkering with the simulators, Harris had turned a standard jet simulator into what he claimed was nearly a perfect simulator of a TIE fighter and told O'Neill to remind him to reprogram the TIE fighters from Galactic Basic into English.

After Xander tested it, O'Neill got to be the first person to train on the new simulator. He had to say that space flight was very disorienting, without a horizon, unless you had a large ship nearby to orient yourself with. Compared to this, fighter jets only fought in two and a half dimensions. Length and width, but they could only go so high or so low before they stalled and/or crashed. There was also a lot more information that a TIE fighter pilot was expected to be able to take in.

He shook his head as he got out. He was going to need a lot more time in the sim.

Colonel O'Neill stood in front of the recruits. They'd just gone through their first simulated space battle. "Good morning. Hopefully by the fact that you've all received direct orders not to talk about what happens here along with having to sign NDAs, you understand that we're serious about you not talking about what happens here. Now, some of you were about to graduate flight school, some of you graduated and have been pulled back for this new training and some of you have many years of combat experience. You may be wondering why you're all here, training on simulators showing a space fight instead of training to fly jet fighters." Jack called on one pilot who had his hand raised.

"The Air Force found aliens and is training us to fight them?" the recruit asked seriously.

The room erupted in laughter that quickly died out when O'Neill's face didn't budge.

"Yes, actually. I've personally been fighting aliens called Goa'ulds for the past couple years under a project you're not cleared to know about. And we've just made a deal that finally gives us our first starfighters." O'Neill stifled a smirk as the room quieted to the point where a cricket actually started chirping. "You, men and women, are going to be the first American starfighter pilots. Now, let me introduce the man whose ships we'll be borrowing and who will be in overall command of our offensive against the Goa'uld. This is Xander Harris, call sign – Skywalker." O'Neill did allow a smirk as every head turned to the back of the room and the figure of Darth Vader strode forward.

Xander took the podium to silence. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

Silence.

"I think you broke them, Xander." Willow said from the back of the room.

"Quiet, Willow. Or I won't tell you what you're getting for Christmas." Xander retorted.

"How do you know what I'm getting?" Willow fed him a line.

"I felt your presents." Xander finished the joke.

More silence.

"I figured I'd clear one thing up right away. I'm not Darth Vader. Vader didn't joke. He also wouldn't be sharing all his cool toys with you." Xander said. There was no response. He turned to O'Neill. "I think I really broke them."

"Try the lightsaber?" O'Neill suggested.

Xander held out his hand face down and Force levitated his saber to his hand. The green blade of the sword hissed out and he cut the podium in front of him in half. He then stowed the saber. He had insisted on gems capable of producing blades other than red as part of his deal with the US. Red screamed 'Sith' but everyone knew that green meant Jedi. And the first appearances here were going to very important here.

Nothing.

"Okay, let's try this." Jack stepped forward again. "Very powerful aliens are very upset with us right now. This is Xaaanderrrr Haaarrris, from Sunnydale California. Just outside LA. I can't explain why he looks like this or how he got his starships, but do you want to fly spaceships and blow up aliens or do you want to go home and pretend this was all some weird dream?"

"He's Darth Vader!" one of the recruits finally spoke.

"No, he's not. Believe me. The higher ups were slow to trust him for the same reason you are. But this is not a movie. This is real. And we have real spaceships for you to fly IF you can forget about George Lucas for two seconds and learn from the best starfighter pilot in the galaxy." O'Neill let his voice raise to get the point across. Most of them had blinked away their shock and were now listening intently as Xander gave them their first lesson on how starfighters were different from airplanes.

Afterwards, he answered questions then put on a demonstration of lightsaber fighting with his apprentice, Willow Rosenberg. It was a pretty tame fight as Willow was still pretty new at the saber fighting, but it was a very cool experience for all the fighter pilots there, including himself.

Willow loved her training. Most of the time. Right now, she did not. She was facing five remote droids at the same time and, at most, she was blocking only three of the five stun bolts shot her way.

"You are getting frustrated." Xander observed. "Use it to push you to new heights. But control it. Do not let it control you."

She switched off her lightsaber so the droids would stop attacking. "I'm not getting this Xander. And those bolts hurt." she rubbed her butt where the last one had gotten her.

Xander sighed. "Well don't do that then."

"Do what?" Willow queried

"Get shot. Stop getting shot and it will stop hurting." Xander said cryptically.

"But how?" she whined.

"You need a new strategy." was the most advice she was able to get out of him. This was an old training tool used by both the Jedi and the Sith. The Jedi were supposed to control their anger while the Sith were supposed to use theirs. If it was possible, he wanted Willow to do both. Use it but still be in control. To come to a compromise. A new, gray side to the Jedi/Sith.

Hours later, Willow finally learned that the exercise was to teach her better footwork and how to retreat when surrounded. "Why couldn't you just say that then?" she yelled.

"Because, the most important lesson it teaches you is to think for yourself and find your own way out of that situation. To asses the tactical situation and see that you need to do something new. Me saying 'you need a new strategy' was helping you more than I really should have." Xander explained. "You're doing amazing, Willow. Don't forget that. You're almost as good as Anakin was, and he was a prodigy. They called him the Chosen One. He was supposed to bring balance to the Force."

"Guess he failed, huh?" Willow snarked.

"No. Once he was done, there were two Jedi and two Sith. Balance. Not the balance the Jedi expected, I suppose." Xander answered. "But balance nonetheless."