Notes: I appreciate the favorites from the first chapter! I know it was short, but I felt it was necessary as a kind of start off. We are still just beginning, but this should be a good second chapter. Things will start to pick up in the next chapter.

Something I tried doing in this chapter was express Starkiller's mentality more. He strikes me as a Sith, yes, but also not a normal one. Most Sith are self-centered on power and destruction and being all super-villain. I want to give him less of a large standing in power gain and destroying planets and being all badass and more of a teenager perspective. Brash, a bit playful, loving to annoy. Dislikes authority. Arrogant. A lot of Sith traits but with less "I AM GOING TO KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! I WILL DIE CURSING YOUR VERY NAME! VENGEANCE SHALL BE MINE!

POWERRRRRR!" stuff. His instincts to react with action before thought and words is part of him.

At the same time balancing his instinctive Sith character left behind by his loss of memory and his 'calmness' from having no memory of hatred and anger and power, is rather difficult. He needs to still feel Sith at his core, but have it wrapped in ignorance and lack pure malice. I look forward to trying to create that character balance. Trust me folks, he won't be planting gardens and dancing with elves any time soon, if ever. Ok maybe I'll have him plant something at some point as character growth... hmmm... *strokes chin-hairs thoughtfully*

Another objective I tried to accomplish was how droids speak. R2D2 does a lot of beeping. In fact any droid that doesn't talk directly in English beeps. In The Old Republic, droids had a special language with a lot of symbols in a long equation as their sentences. I tried taking that overall idea and redoing it from scratch. I do take Programming classes, so I thought to make their speech based off of C++ loosely. I took a lot of privileges as a writer to try to set the syntax to be readable by people without understanding C++.

Anyway, throw me a review for questions, concerns, of just to let me know how it goes. Reviews give me the courage to keep this up. Otherwise I might just end up slowing down. ;) You people need to whip me into writing!

(A/N STM droids are short for Short Term Memory Droids. Droids with specific actions, that once carried out, they no longer remember. Used in parts of government where you don't want top secret information hacked easily. Examples: Financial Analyzing and Identity Construction)

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Episode 1 - Starting Over Part 2/3

"Oh! FOR THE LOVE OF-!"

I gasp in pain. I clutch my head and jump up. It was excruciating. I can honestly say this feels like the most pain I have ever had in my life! It feels like… it feels like…

Okay, so I have nothing to compare the pain in my head to right now, I'm drawing blanks, but its blinding. I struggle to open my eyes and the effort only hurts them more. The place is lit with blinding white light. Blindly, I thrash out to get a feeling for what's around me.

I'm on a bed. Not too soft, not too hard. No comforter, just a single thin blanket. Beside me is an in table. There are no legs, it must be hovering. On it is a chilled glass.

Desperately I bring it to my mouth. The water feels nice going down my throat. I sigh in relief as its coldness against my forehead relieves some of my pain. It feels soooo good against the knives sticking out of my head.

I can't tell how long I've been sitting here, pushing to clear my mind of the fog feeling, but after a while I notice something. First of all, I don't know where I am or what I'm doing here. Second, there is someone in the room with me.

I reach quickly for my waist only to find… nothing. There was supposed to be something there. I don't know what, but without this mystery item I might as well be naked and exposed. This bald man in front of me is a battle hardened warrior, and he is sitting very straight forward glaring at me.

I wish I had my thing right now.

"How long do you plan to glare at me?" I ask snidely. Call me an idiot, but I ain't about to back down. If he wants to skewer me or make my head explode with his eyes, go ahead. Baldy's eyes widen briefly in surprise before returning to neutral glaring.

"I am waiting for you to become more oriented before we talk."

"Is giving me the eye truly necessary?"

Baldy is silent, during which I notice his glaring doesn't stop. It lightens slightly, but… is that how his face is naturally? Takes a lot for someone to glare without trying. I need to remember not to get on his bad side. I feel almost sorry for him if that is how his face is naturally. If only he wasn't aiming it all at me.

Baldy decides to change the subject, "Do you know where you are?"

I open my mouth to respond, but I draw a blank. I know I'm in a very well lit room, on a bed. Beyond that, I got nothing. Avoiding a direct answer I ask, "Do you know where I am?"

"Do you know what year it is?" He asks. Okay, so he wasn't fooled by my attempt to dodge answering.

"No. The place has no windows."

"Not time, year. Do you know what year it is?" He reminds me patiently.

I stay silent and give him my deepest glare. I wish it was as good as his, but it's the best I got. His questions are starting to scare me, and I don't appreciate it.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Baldy." I snap quickly.

He shakes his head. "No, not what I am… who I am."

Considering how difficult I know I am being, I can't help but wonder at how patient he is. His glare has neither intensified nor softened. His position also gives nothing to me. He is leaning against his knees with his hands together in a giant fist, and he hasn't moved a muscle. It's like nothing fazes him, or he is interrogating me, or he is in a vastly superior position and is being a snobby ass; Or a combination. It pisses me off. "Until I decide differently, you're 'Baldy'." I hiss.

"My name, is Jedi Master Windu." He states simply. As though talking to a toddler. I think he knows he is ticking me off. "Now. What is your name?"

I can't answer his question, because again, I got nothing. My gut twists in heated anger, and it feels like someone punched me. I hate the feeling. He is inducing it, and he knows it. No, I don't know who I am. No, I don't know where or when I am. Yes, he is being a complete and utter ASS! I don't appreciate his tone, I don't appreciate his "holier than thou" stance, and I don't appreciate his glaring at me like I'm a petulant CHILD!

I need to do something, I can't just sit there! My first reaction is to reach for my waist for something, but I contain myself with the knowledge that it isn't there. With nothing left to do, I stand up and head for the door. Baldy watches me with his aggravating tolerance.

Door is locked.

"Am I a prisoner?" I ask.

"Are you?" He returns calmly.

It takes every piece of willpower I have right then not to throttle him. I manage to control my body, but my mouth is another matter. "GET THE HELL OUT!"

For someone as compulsory and... explosive as Skywalker, as well as famous and publicly charismatic, he appeared to not understand how much of his life was public knowledge. He seemed to almost believe people were ignorant of his movements. No, it was the furthest from the truth. When Skywalker decided to not receive any calls, Windu opted for the next available option. Senator Padme. Only a fool didn't know that he spent his every waking moment of his free time in her abode.

After all, what were friends for?

So when Windu left a message with Senator Amidala for Anakin to come immediately. Windu expected the man in an hour. He was there in less than five jumping over railings and ploughing through people. The young man's heart was pounding and he appeared winded as he slid to a stop in front of the stoic Jedi Master.

"I can explain." Was his way of starting off as he stopped to catch his breathe. Windu opted to glance him over briefly. He was unkempt, unshaven, and looked like he had been brought through a stampede of rancors.

No, there wasn't anything to explain really. His single-mindedness was not a bad trait, although there were a few bruised shoulders now that could argue that. "If General Skywalker doesn't want to be receiving calls, that is up to you. But please do leave me a way of contacting you without going through your friend. She is too busy on her own without being your answering service and too preoccupied for you to be living on the couch. Move out on your own and make a droid to take your calls, perhaps?"

"Uh..." Skywalker stopped short and nodded. "Of course. I will consider it, Master."

"Good, but I did not ask for you to discuss a lack of social etiquette. Walk with me." With a sweep of his arm, Skywalker broke into pace by him down the hall. Windu lead him. "You recall the prisoner you brought in three days ago?"

Skywalker nodded.

"Under the circumstances a special case has been made, that I feel may be extended to further captured Sith. A method of execution that is endorsed for special individuals is to have their memory wiped." Skywalker's eyebrows shot up and he opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. "This is a method used solely on special prisoners, and only when it is deemed the person may have value in a second chance. It has not been used on force sensitive though because of the increased risk. Not since the former council."

"The Sith Lord, Revan." Anakin recalled factually. It was a chapter in history that was still reasonably fresh and exciting to youngsters.

"Correct." Windu acknowledged. "Grand Chancellor Palpatine, how, I cannot say, knows of it and has endorsed it. I am grudged to use it, knowing politics." Seeing Anakin's confused face, he explained. "Politicians always use previous situations as reasons for their present case. A single case where it is right to do something makes every future case right as well, regardless of the underlying facts. The fact that the Council has allowed its use on this Sith... I cannot help but wonder if he will push its use."

Anakin simply nodded, seeming to follow along.

"The Sith, Starkiller, is an initial success. I questioned him, and he has no memory."

"With this success, the Chancellor will push it. There is no doubt." Anakin concluded.

"That is what I fear. Which leaves me to wonder the long term effects of this... choice. Is it temporary? Is it permanent? Will this work every time? Can it backfire on the Masters and hurt us directly? If everything goes perfectly I do not doubt this could be a very powerful tool, but there are so many unknowns."

Windu stopped before a room the door opened. Inside was no one. A single holoprojector resided inside what looked like a war room. It showed troop movements and the political structure of the galaxy on a large scale. Most of the galaxy was blue, Republic, but a few key portions of the outlying areas were red, Confederate. A number of smaller colors shaded the outlying regions as well, including the Hutts, the rising Mandalorians, the Sith Remnant of Nihilius and Sion, and then then the Revanchist. The Revanchist were what remained of Darth Revan's loyal territory after his disappearance. Supposedly they still awaited his 'grand return' from beyond the uncharted regions.

Windu might bother taking the effort to think them a threat if it weren't for the Separatists matching their own pace in the war step for step, move for move. The 'third world' nations had their own wars and politics. As long as they kept it to themselves, he was content to let it be their own.

Windu closed the door and continued, "There is a special task I have for you."

"I am listening, Master."

"Take Starkiller under your wing as a second Padawan."

Skywalker's surprise was there, but not as large as Windu expected. It wasn't a total surprise then. "May I ask, why?"

Windu nodded and explained, "There are a number of reasons. The first is that I simply don't trust him. Once a Sith, always a Sith, but the Chancellor's... excitement will have to overtake my trust. Second, I need you to over observe the long term effects of the mind wipe. If it fails of its own accord, we must know. If there become complications, we must know. If we are to do this on more Sith, I must be able to trust the method used just as much as the people we will be 'creating'."

"Of course, Master."

Windu put up three fingers. "The third reason is to keep this confined to as few people as possible. The Masters know, I know, you know, and Palpatine knows. This leaves a few soldiers and inspectors are the starport who made contact with him. They are all receiving promotions and being sent to different places where they shouldn't make contact with him a second time. No, it is not a punishment, but Palpatine knows how this game works and is already on the move to lock this down. If this blows up in our face we want to keep the damage as small as possible. If it succeeds, at best, the boy will have a good life with new people who won't be grudged by predetermined knowledge. Your Padawan is not to know of the boy's past, no one is."

Skywalker opened his mouth to argue, but shut it. He would never keep a secret from his Padawan. Despite Windu's best wishes, the two had become quite close as partners. Now was one of the reasons why. The need for secrets existed at times, and being too close hurt the bond. Now Skywalker was feeling the effects of this unfortunate fact. His Padawan may understand in the end and smile and laugh and run head-first into battle without a thought, as always; but the damage would still be done, at the very least in Skywalker's mind.

"Master Obi-wan? Senator Padme? My droids?"

"I will tell Obi-Wan myself when he has time. He is busy with a skirmish along the Peregras Line. Padme and your droids... I appreciate Padme's open support in everything we do, but I would rather keep her ignorant for the time being solely to keep this from becoming overly complicated and to offer her plausible deniability. If she finds out, send her to me. I will handle it. As for the droids, I trust them as much as I do you. But Palpatine would argue they can be hacked. They are already targeted at times solely for being YOUR droids to begin with."

His words visibly hurt the young man, to which Windu waited and watched his emotions play out. The Knight was hurt about having to keep secrets from his friends, then ashamed, and then slightly angry at himself before accepting. He nodded.

"Good." Windu returned the acknowledgement. "I have a STM droid generating an identity for him. I want you to spend some time becoming acquainted before your first mission. I already have one in mind, but want to give you the time necessary."

"Thank you."

Windu hit some keys on a keyboard and the holosuite changed and adapted to show the conversation he had with Starkiller today. Skywalker turned his attention to studying every detail of the engagement as it played out. When it was finished, Skywalker grinned. "He is compulsive, difficult, and childish."

"A perfect match for you, then." Windu joked flatly. "Unfortunately the wipe does not seem to take away his bad sides. He still grasps for his lightsaber and has the instincts of a Sith. I am not envious of what you have to deal with."

"Have faith, Master. This can't be much harder than flying into a Confederate starship and blowing it up with one shot." He left out the part where he had done just that as an eleven year old, who had never flown before; and that it was almost exactly like pod racing, which he had also done. After building his own pod racer.

"Mhmm." Windu was not convinced.

I can't say I'm a happy prisoner. Baldy knew my weaknesses and exploited them in my face. I realize I might have snapped, then cursed. Then maybe have tried to physically assault him when he did nothing but stare for an agonizingly long time.

The bright point of my day was when he left.

With no windows, no clock, and the light never turning off, I can't even begin to figure out the passage of time. I've spent the majority of my time thinking and sleeping.

I can't help but wonder what there was in the past. Was it good, was it bad? Should I be upset I have no memory of myself? I know I should be, but for the life of me, I can't be bothered. For some reason I feel... calm about it. Like still water.

Baldy's attitude, as much as it angers me, did teach me two things. First, he knew me. Second, he had animosity towards me. These two facts left a bad taste in my mouth. I don't know what I did to deserve his problem, but the fact that I don't remember helps. Maybe I could apologize for whatever it is and get him off my back?

Nah, can't be bothered to feel sorry for something I don't know. What did I do? Spit in his drink? Being angry about my misfortune is a waste of energy. I can feel the emotion, but I would rather turn it into action than just sit here fuming at nothing.

I'll find out who I am, and then I'll figure out what to do from there.

A ding comes from the door and I raise myself up. A droid enters and it presents me with some food. With nothing to compare it to, it is quite good. I stop briefly to glance at it. The droid hasn't moved the entire time, it just stands there watching me.

"What's your problem" I ask. Did I spit in its oil?

"Boolean Problem=False;" it beeps.

"Then stop staring at me." I mumble as I continue to eat. It's just creepy: its huge eyes on me without blinking. It's almost as bad as Baldy's stare.

"StopStaring(Class[target][name]="Varus Wynn");" The droid acknowledged.

"You do that." I chew more a moment before my eyes bulge out and I swallow my food the wrong way. I cough and sputter. With the aid of a drink I swallow it down and slam the drink down to stare at the droid. The droid is now following its function and avoiding all eye contact with me.

"What did you just call me?" I ask.

"String Class[target][name]='Varus Wynn';" The droid responds. Its attention is locked onto another wall.

"Varus Wynn." I repeat to myself. I test out how it rolls off my tongue a few times. My name is Varus Wynn. My name is Varus. My family is Wynn. It rolls out of my mouth easily and it doesn't feel hard to remember. For that matter it also sounds nice. Nothing cheesy like... Windu. I don't need to bother with a nickname to myself to help me remember.

Wow. I have a nice name.

Like a floodgate opening, the realization of what this means hits me. I jump up and grab the droid by the... knees. things. Whatever passes for shoulders on it.

"What else can you tell me!" I ask eagerly.

"output 'Much'." It tells me. Before I can smile too hard, it continues. "output 'This program comes with two functions predetermined. ProvideProvisions(Class[target][name]="Varus Wynn"); and OutPutClassInformation(Class[target][status]='Ignorant');' endline 'Jedi Master Mace Windu sends his regards.'"

So the droid was sent to tell me things? Wow. Not bad Baldy. A hundred points for Baldy. He should be around seventy if you consider his first impressions.

Before I can think of when I decided to have a point system, I sit down and give the droid my full attention. "Call function OutPutClassInformation." I order, nicely. I'm in a good mood. Might as well show how appreciative I am. I don't want to ruin this.

Edited by Aeterna Knight: u/4617921/

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