Hey, guys!
Let's get the elephant in the room out of the way. It's been a couple months since I updated and I probably left more than a few of you wondering where the hell I was.
Well first off, I want to reassure everyone this story is not abandoned. Not even close. There were some personal issues, work, all the great things that come with life, not to mention the pandemic. But I can guarantee that even if updates aren't always as frequent, this story is not abandoned. It will be finished hopefully by next year.
In any case I hope this latest chapter makes up for some lost time. A little early Christmas gift. As always please leave a review or any constructive feedback!
To those who celebrate the holidays, Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! To those who do not, I wish you good cheer anyway:)
"Kids don't remember what you try to teach them. They remember what you are." -Jim Henson
Chapter 20. Luke's Reformation
Of course, the leisure and bliss of celebrations couldn't last forever. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker knew that better than most, having been constantly at war for what seemed like an eternity. Yet the two still kept their good humor even a week later after the events of Senator Amidala's party. The duo were famous for it.
"I never said I could drink more than you, Anakin. Clearly you had more than I did that night. I said I could handle it better. There is a difference."
"But the point is I still had more," the Chosen One argued back. "If we had the same amount you'd still be passed out and I would still be on two feet."
"Your logic never fails to impress me, my former Padawan."
The two walked among a military hangar they'd traversed hundreds of times by now. Many clones saluted them as they passed by. A whole fleet of ships was being prepared for yet another prolonged, extended campaign.
"Luminara said the same thing once," Anakin said good naturedly. "Though she phrased it differently."
"The principle remains the same. Despite how much I used to nag you, Anakin, your mentality inspires those around us. It's no wonder the 501st worships the very ground you walk on."
For once, the brunette seemed genuinely flattered by the compliment. Far from the usual cocky persona he liked to show to the world, a true word of praise carried the ability to stump a being more powerful in the Force than anyone in recorded history.
"That means a lot. Thank you," he replied genuinely. "Though I can't take all the credit. I thought I was a soldier's general but Luke brings out something different in the clones."
"I've noticed it too. He certainly played a role in the legislation that legally freed them but it goes beyond that. For someone who we've only known for a matter of months, he's come into his own quite well."
Anakin couldn't disagree.
"He's a natural. Skill, talent, power, charisma, he's got it all."
"Reminds me of a certain someone," Obi-Wan said humorously.
"Oh, I'm glad you finally noticed," Anakin chuckled.
"Yes, he does remind me of you in many ways. Yet…"
"What? He's compliant and follows all the rules?"
The redhead shook his head emphatically.
"Quite the opposite. He ruffles no feathers yet his ideas about the Force seem to be very out of the ordinary."
By that description, Anakin couldn't help but think of Master Qui Gon.
"Sometimes it seems odd that someone his age isn't a Jedi Master already. There's so much Luke can do. Yet I also sense a degree of sadness in him."
"I've felt that too," his former Master agreed. "Indeed there are many things I can sense about him without having a complete picture of his background. They almost come...instinctively."
"Fighting together comes naturally. It's like he's been in the 501st for years."
Obi-Wan nodded indicating his agreement.
"Speaking of, where is he? Is Luke not your deputy commander?"
"He's been given mandatory time off as required by Republic military law, since he's now an official general" Anakin elaborated. "So unfortunately, he won't be coming with us this time."
"Well he certainly has earned a break after everything he's done. As a matter of fact we all could use one."
It was a mark of just how tired they all were sometimes. Neither Jedi could remember the last instance they'd had a proper vacation save for a few days here and there.
"Hmm, might have to put in a request for time off myself soon," Anakin thought aloud, contemplating the places where he might take Padme if they managed to both get away.
"Well at the very least one of our brethren will enjoy some rest."
"Ahsoka's there too actually. Just came back from a relatively short skirmish near the Eriadu system."
"Indeed. Lately, the two of them have spent a lot of time together," Obi-Wan said, giving an involuntary scratch of his beard.
Anakin shrugged. He could hear that almost sing-song tone of inquiry slip through his former master's tone.
"He's a good influence on her and vice versa. I'm glad they're friends. Makes hanging out together that much easier."
"Just an observation. She's certainly matured in a way that seemed suspect when she first became your padawan."
A prideful, even nostalgic look came over the Chosen One's face.
"I'm proud of her. She's like the little sister I never had and a greater Jedi than myself in some ways."
"You have led a padawan to knighthood, Anakin. Even under the circumstances that is no small feat. And though I had to trick you into taking her on-"
"I knew it!"
"-you have proven yourself to be a fine teacher. To take a student underneath one's wing, train them, raise them, and then be able to let them go is the sign of true maturity."
They stopped, both Jedi about to board separate ships for the time being.
"Thank you, Master. And listen...about last week-"
"There is nothing to forgive, Anakin," Obi-Wan cut him off kindly. "We were both drunk. It's not the first time we've ended up in an unfortunate spot after consuming too much alcohol."
Anakin couldn't help but reminisce at the memory of being chained to Dooku while being held hostage by space pirates.
"Actually there's something I'd like to tell you," the redhead added.
"What's that?"
Obi-Wan hesitated. He wanted to tell Anakin that their night at Padme's didn't just signify inebriated stupidity but understanding of his situation. That being with Satine in defiance of the Order gave him a better perspective of things and neither one of them had to continue on alone in fear.
I should speak truthfully. I should trust him with what Maul said and I need to do the same with Luke as well. If this prophecy is true they have a right to know
But he didn't. Old habits died hard.
"Nothing. Some other time….we have a Confederate cyborg to catch."
"And I'll be right there with you like always. Maybe this time you'll let me duel him for a change."
A wave of regret swept over Obi-Wan as he departed for his starship.
"May the Force be with you my old friend."
"And also with you."
And just like that, the Clone Wars were on once more. They had never ceased.
Luke Skywalker's bright blue eyes opened on a bright, sunny morning feeling quite refreshed. Stretching out his arms, he gave a great yawn before embarking on another day.
Joints in the knees gave the tiniest of lurches. He wasn't quite as spry in his early forties. One of the many consequences of lost youth. But the blond didn't quite mind. With age came the wisdom of lessons impossible to fully understand in one's twenties. The vast wealth of knowledge and experience passed on to him by Obi-Wan and Yoda shone like the brightest star amongst the twinkling masses that dotted the universe.
Of course, for everything imparted on him by two such powerful teachers, Luke was engaged in a personal quest to become one as well. Recognizing that his own training had been unorthodox and incomplete, he decided on a more traditional curriculum for his students, now numbering around a dozen students, all of which were nearing or at padawan age.
With a quick wash, shave of the beard, and a fresh pair of robes, he walked outside into the open hallway, complete with arches leading to the grassy knoll outside. Picking this place for the new Temple had panned out quite nicely. One of the many mistakes of the old Jedi Order was using a location far too close to the seat of government, a big reason why the new location remained safely anonymous (not to mention building it over a Sith Temple seemed a bit suspect). Besides, this new setting appealed much more visually to the eye. Its earthy landscape, rolling hills, and vast greenery reminded him of Naboo.
Taking in the wonderful fresh air, Luke wasted no time in calling his students down to the common area outside. They wasted no time in joining him.
Innocent eyes of many different species gazed upon their teacher who gave a calm, reassuring smile. Every day they engaged in something different. For the Master was also learning new things just as his pupils were- lost artifacts, scrolls, texts, scores of items and holocrons hoarded by Darth Sidious in the attempt to relegate the Jedi to a permanent end.
Luke didn't mind taking satisfaction in proving the evil bastard wrong. The proof sat right in front of him. In his own bloodline.
Simple breathing exercises began their daily regimen. Establishing a strong connection to the Force was vital to any Jedi, youngling or Master.
"Concentrate," he said lightly. "Let the Force flow. It's all around us, in everything we see and touch."
He passed around the semi circle taking mental notes- Hennix, Tai, Voe, etc. Each student carried various strengths and weaknesses. Some connected the Force more naturally while others required a bit of extra time and care. But it was a promising group to be sure. The first in a new generation of Jedi Knights.
The crown jewel lay at the center, however.
Luke watched his black haired nephew carefully. He was stronger than the others by a good few parsecs. That mighty Skywalker blood exceeded even his own expectations. Some may accuse him of favoritism. But the truth ran much deeper. He loved his nephew and knew all too well the instability of the Skywalker legacy. Such power needed to be harnessed, controlled, tempered, before…
…no. He couldn't reveal the truth just yet. Leia's wish that her son remain unaware of his grandfather's true history must be kept hidden. Even if he questioned the wisdom of such a decision.
Curiosity abounded. Reaching out with his own power, Luke sensed much from the padawans, but as always Ben's presence stood out the most. A swirling ball of light, power, hope, and joy…but also sadness, hurt, confusion, abandonment. A dark tendril seemed to constantly hover over the boy. Always faint, always hovering from a distance but ever present…whispering.
He pulled back, feeling almost as though he violated Ben's privacy in some way. Letting go of his own anxiety through the Force, Luke took a deep breath, in and out. A Jedi did not act out of emotion, especially not fear.
"Pair up," he announced evenly. "We'll be continuing with basic movement but I encourage you to incorporate elements of other forms if you can."
Some among his group, including Ben, had taken preliminary steps in learning the other forms of lightsaber with varying results. Far from pushing them too far, it was important to take strong but small steps in advancing their skill.
"I'm totally going to beat you this time."
"Hmph, in your dreams."
Luke lamented that he made the pairings a free for all. Voe and Ben were intense with each other at best. The former felt resentful of the latter's natural talent and bloodline. His highly sensitive nephew on the other hand disliked the way he was always targeted by the ebony skinned padawan. Rivalry only went so far before it became unhealthy. He'd keep an eye on them today.
Everyone settled into their stances.
"Begin."
None of the blades were at their maximum strength to ensure no one ended up seriously injured. The duels were largely harmless. A few were disarmed in seconds. Others lasted about half a minute.
"Very good Hanni…Tai make sure you don't rely too much on physical movement. The Force gives a Jedi their power. Not muscle."
It was a line reminiscent of Yoda all those years ago, which sparked a flutter of nostalgia.
But to Luke's chagrin, one duel rapidly spiraled out of control. One he should have predicted from the get go.
"Yield, Solo!"
"Never!"
Voe, known as the student with the highest work ethic, pushed herself to the limit to try and beat Ben, who fell back but looked like he was only giving about three fourths of the same effort.
"Cut it out, Voe!"
"Scared, Solo? Scared I might finally surpass you?"
Ben parried her strikes almost too easily, ducked underneath, before Voe smashed the saber overhead and began pressing down with the entirety of her weight, their blades sizzling.
"I earned this!" she shouted indignantly. "I've trained for it!"
"I said, cut it OUT!"
Ben's superior strength and Force potential won out. He broke the stalemate, forced Voe back and caught her in an awkward position. A blow sent Voe off balance and he knocked the lightsaber out of her grip in seconds. But that was not the end of the scrum. With a massive push, he used the apex of his power to send her tumbling backwards onto the grass.
"Ben! No!"
Luke leapt in the air and immediately put himself between the two combatants. When Voe tried to charge back, he calmly lifted her in the air.
"Enough, padawan. The duel is over."
Thankfully, the adolescent girl appeared to resist struggling further. But that wasn't what concerned Luke the most. He could sense the emotional turbulence emanating off his nephew.
"Ben, it's alright."
Panting heavily, the boy said nothing but the hurt, pain, and frustration in his eyes told the story. Both twelve year olds acted out of accordance with the Jedi Code, but Ben Solo needed special guidance, discipline, and self mastery.
Luke set Voe down and with a flick of his hand, took her lightsaber in case she attacked again. He approached his nephew and squatted down.
"A Jedi doesn't act out of emotion. You must learn to control that no matter how difficult it is."
Ben's eyes flickered downward in a moment of doubt before his reverence and esteem came back in full force.
"Yes, Uncle Luke. I'm sorry."
"And the same goes for you, Voe."
"Yes, Master."
Deciding that the scuffle had been more or less resolved, Luke made a mental note to keep a closer eye on Ben, while also keeping Voe's temper and penchant for seeking out conflict under control. That would be sufficient for now.
"Alright, pair up. New partners this time. We're going to try this again."
Luke did not like to think back on his time as Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. Or rather, his failed Jedi Order. That word came back to haunt him more times than anyone could count. Master Luke Skywalker, a legend, an icon, a hero…those titles meant very little, if anything at all. For it could not erase the stain of his greatest sin, the loss of Ben Solo to the dark side and the complicity he showed in allowing it to happen.
On most days, he could control or ignore that horrible guilt, focusing his energies on proactive change with an opportunity no recorded Jedi or person in history had been afforded. Positive exchanges with his father, mother, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Master Yoda, and many more proved invaluable and uplifting. And being a master, retained the ability to block out nightmares or disturbing visions that might affect sleep or psyche. But the Force worked in mysterious ways and so did the mind. Sometimes, one could not escape the tremendous burdens so heavily carried around like a two ton reek.
Such a delicate organ the mind was. For Luke knew what happened when one allowed those painful memories to serve as distractions.
"Luke?"
A green hum and a flick of the wrist later, he found himself at the mercy of Cin Drallig, now holding two emerald blades in the middle of one of the sparring rooms.
The flashback had disoriented him to the point of losing a duel, something the legendary swordsman voiced out loud.
"Are you quite alright, Knight Ahch-To?"
Luke quickly brought himself back to reality, willing the ache inside for Ben Solo to slowly fade. Master Drallig could probably sense the turmoil. But thankfully, he did not pry further.
"Apologies, Master. I was not present."
"Indeed. That is the first time in over a month I've managed to best you in training."
In a rare awkward moment, Luke could only give a half hearted shrug and a rather unconvincing explanation.
"I'm a bit fatigued I suppose due to being at the front for so long. There hasn't been a proper moment to relax."
Drallig did not give decisive indication if he accepted that rationale or not, but nevertheless nodded slowly.
"Many of our best have been pushed to their limits. And while my role designates me to stay here at the Temple, I cannot help but notice a growing weariness among master, knight, and padawan alike. Every hour our numbers dwindle."
Handing Luke back his lightsaber, the blond was surprised at hearing such open admission of general fatigue and the problems facing the Jedi.
"If you wish to rest, by all means, please do so. You have little to gain from my teachings at this point."
"That's very kind."
"It is simply true. Only a select few I have seen over the years can approach your mastery of the lightsaber, Knight Ahch-To. In fact, I'd be honored if-"
Drallig stopped and gave an elegant shake of his head. This intrigued Luke more than anything.
"Master?"
"Your rest and well being is more important, of course. But I'd be remiss if I didn't ask for a small favor. There is an interactive spar among some of the older younglings occurring later today. Potential masters will also be in attendance. I thought you might be able to show them a thing or two about proper technique. Even some of the more experienced knights could benefit from your tutelage. Are you interested?"
Luke was so taken aback by the unexpected offer, he temporarily forgot the function of his tongue and jaw. Surprise then turned to horror as painful images came stampeding back.
Ben, no!
The sound of an explosion and the subsequent destruction of the Temple was accompanied by a hot flash. This did not go unnoticed as Luke gave a slight stagger.
"Luke, you've been acting quite strangely today. Are you sure everything is alright?"
"Look, Master Drallig. I'm not the right kind of person to teach padawans. Trust me on that one."
The silver haired veteran nodded and affirmed he respected the decision.
"I understand and won't delve further into your reasoning. But the offer stands should you change your mind."
That prompted further pondering on Luke's part. He'd played his role well up to this point. Winning battles, emancipating the clones, earning the trust of Anakin and Obi-Wan, diverging the truth to Ahsoka without incident, and planting the seeds of Palpatine's eventual removal in the Senate (killing the Sith Lord was a much higher likelihood but that could be resolved later). And yet he'd neglected one key aspect of the grand mission to save the galaxy: the Jedi Order itself.
Stagnant, complacent, and blind to the evils around them, aside from Ahsoka they had no idea of the horrors to come. Up until now, he'd avoided stepping on too many toes. Mace Windu and some of the other senior members were still keeping a close eye on him, which was also another reason why the Council hadn't been informed of the truth. They'd throw him in the nuthouse or even if they did believe him, foolishly confront Sidious before the opportune moment. But the decline of the Jedi Order also exposed the fundamental problem at the center of its beating heart; an ideology that no longer conformed to a modern age.
It couldn't hurt to at least show them a few things. Give encouragement. Be an example.
Luke remembered the advice from the ghosts of his father, Obi-Wan, and Yoda. He'd come back for a reason, a higher purpose. To not take advantage of that wouldn't just be foolish but akin to shooting oneself in the foot with a blaster. The past did not rule over him. Painful as the mistakes might be, this was the time to learn, not cower.
"Master Drallig, I actually would like to observe the training. I am happy to give any insight to the padawans."
Drallig smiled at the change of heart.
"Excellent. I shall inform the others. The sparring room is just to the right of the archives and will start in an hour. I look forward to seeing you there."
Renewed purpose slowly warmed the heart like the rising Tatooine suns. Luke Skywalker vowed not to ruin another chance at being a teacher.
Okay, this may be a little tougher than I thought
Luke hadn't expected the sheer number of younglings, more than double from the failed reincarnation of his own Order. Thirty students stood amongst themselves, some chatting, others silently meditating, even the occasional joke or laughter. Adding to the pressure, knights of varying ages, species, and abilities stood by, observing the youth at the cusp of becoming padawans.
For the blond, monitoring a group this size provided a challenge. He had to remind himself he was only there to advise and give instruction on dueling. And yet with Jedi so young perhaps he could leave a wider impression.
Inwardly twinging, Luke wondered if that line of reasoning hit a little too close to Palpatine's twisted methodology but quickly dismissed it. He was a Jedi Master and not only the sole person in this Temple with the capability of fixing everything, but bringing the Order out of the ancient past and into a more practical, compassionate present.
Pacing the room, a wide window gave a mesmerizing view of the Coruscanti skyline with all of its towering buildings, glimmering in the sunlight like spikes of pearl and silver. Speeding vehicles sped on by silently while the hustle and bustle of the war continued onward in the form of numerous Republic military vehicles. Luke scanned the circular room, and then took a glance at the group of knights, seeing if he could recognize anyone. The Jedi were already spread quite thin across the galaxy, especially the older, high ranking masters. These particular knights were younger, likely seeking to take apprentices or preparing for one.
It also explained why Master Yoda was not leading this class.
Drallig soon interrupted the idle chatter.
"Welcome, everyone. Today is a voluntary event, which is why I thank you all for attending. This is a purely technical exercise, designed to assist our younglings in the art of swordsmanship before their potential assignments to a master or knight."
Always calm, deliberate, and steady, it was small wonder why Drallig had been selected to lead the Temple Guard. Only someone with immense personal discipline was worthy of the task. Luke found himself respecting the man that much more.
"I am also pleased to announce the presence of our very own, Luke Ahch-To. Though he needs no introduction, he has agreed to serve as an advisor and demonstrate his skill if necessary."
Luke gave a short bow of acknowledgement. Beyond that he did not need more attention, sensing a mixture of admiration and curiosity among them. Word tended to travel quickly when you uncovered the mystery behind the Temple bombing while simultaneously clearing the name of Anakin Skywalker's padawan.
"Younglings, I want you to pay close attention to anything Master Luke says. He is to be respected at all times. Understood?"
A chorus of 'Yes, Masters' came back.
"Good. Now, we shall begin in a moment. Take a few minutes to prep and practice."
As Drallig gave the debriefing, a distinct, smooth, female voice spoke from behind.
"So you are the famous Luke Ahch-To everyone speaks of. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."
In front of Luke was a taller than average human female with olive skin, dark hair styled in two circular braids in the back, and dark red lips. Deep brown eyes, while serious, also carried a high sense of empathy and were by far her most distinctive trait, alongside the traditional bindi adorned by her people and Chalactan marks of illumination. Plain chocolate robes and a light tan tunic hid a slim figure but the blond already knew who this was: Depa Billaba. A former apprentice of Mace Windu and once on the Council herself. Another Jedi lost to the Purge who's memory he rediscovered years later in secret files stored away by Sidious.
"Likewise, Master Billaba," he responded with a bow.
"I am quite surprised you have heard of me given you spend most of your time with Skywalker and Kenobi," she quipped with a bit of humor, which caused him to give an appreciative laugh.
"There are many among this Order I've yet to meet. Alas, I haven't had much time since being assigned to the 501st."
"You don't need to explain to me, I too have experienced much of the same. But I also feel it is just as essential to pass on what we have learned to the younger generation."
Luke gave a small nod of agreement, but repressed yet another surge of guilt at the mention of apprentices. Today certainly had a way of pouring salt in an open wound.
"What about you, Master Ahch-To? Do you seek to take on a padawan learner?"
In truth, he had not and there were many reasons, both personal and practical, in making that decision.
"I am only here on behalf of Master Drallig," he said diplomatically. "If I can pass something useful along to these younglings, that's enough for me."
"You are a man who knows his limits," Billaba wisely ascertained. "And yet I also sense you are a fine teacher."
"Depends on who you ask."
He hadn't meant for that to come out so sardonically, but the Chalactan took the comment in good faith.
"Well let us reserve that judgement until after the training. These younglings look nervous yet there is much potential."
It suddenly occurred to him that Billaba was here for the same reason the rest of the Knights were.
"You seek a padawan?"
"Of course, that is the whole purpose of this exercise."
Drallig had already paired up the younglings and came over to Luke, who stood off to one side in anticipation.
"I'll signal for them to start and when they finish, feel free to offer a specific or general critique."
Luke nodded. Then a wave of regret washed over him like a torrential rain. Was this really the best way to go about implementing the changes so desperately needed?
At any rate, backing out now was not an option. He watched patiently as the younglings began their routines- mostly Form I, nothing too complicated or out of the ordinary. About what could be expected of those still so raw in combat training. Some he could tell were more naturally gifted while others needed time, patience, and extra practice.
An eerie feeling of deja vu hit as Drallig ended the first session.
"Anything to add, Master Ahch-To?"
He could have said any number of things: proper stance, looser grim, wild swings, tepid strikes, etc. But he felt himself unable to voice any opinion and so shook his head.
"None so far, Master Drallig."
"Very well. Next round. Different partners this time."
Again the younglings squared off, this time for a bit longer, maybe half a minute longer. Luke took mental notes once more. And once more when Drallig asked for input, he gave none.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
The third time, the training lasted longer. So did the fourth. It became a repeating cycle where Drallig, puzzled by the lack of insight, extended the following rotation just a bit longer to see if he needed that little extra observation to say something, anything at all. Luke could sense the young ones were constantly looking to him for approval or disapproval. Furthemore, the other knights and masters were also growing a bit suspicious. What was the point of having this incredibly talented former rogue if he refused to reveal the secrets to his success?
That was precisely the irony. For all he'd accomplished, in this timeline and in his own, the legend of Luke Skywalker/Ahch-To grew immeasurable. Exactly the thing he didn't want. No Jedi youngling or padawan should desire to be like him, the one who screwed everything up. Even now, in the face of everyone watching with the chance to alter Jedi orthodoxy forever, it felt as though he were crossing a bridge without a railing overlooking a black abyss. The abyss of fear. And what might happen should he try to alter the course in any of these impressionable children.
Anger, fear, aggression. The dark side are they
His second master's words proved to be prophetic. On the fifth training session, he began to notice a familiar scenario.
By now, the younglings had abandoned any pretense that Luke would teach them anything and some became increasingly bolder. A boy with light brown hair, teal blue eyes was falling back due to aggressive strikes from a male Twi'lek, intent on besting him in any way possible.
"Stop, Sammo! That's not what we were taught!"
"I'm making it up as I go along. Besides, afraid I'll win?"
The human boy kept blocking the erratic blows but had to duck and maneuver as widely as the blows themselves. Luke perceived great anxiety, which rang several alarms. A scared youngling was a vulnerable youngling, prone to acting irrationally and out of self preservation, not the Force.
He of all people would know.
"Don't be such a wimp, Caleb!"
"I'm not a-OW!"
The lightsaber made contact with the boy's shoulder as he missed the proper position to block it and an audible singing of flesh could be heard. These lightsabers were not set to full power but could still sting or mark skin.
"Screw you, Sammo!"
An athletic kick caught the young Twi'lek in the nose. By now the rest of the younglings stopped to get a look at the action with some gasping while others cheered. With the situation rapidly getting out of hand, Drallig made a motion to break up the fight but Luke was already two steps ahead of him.
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down everyone."
The Twi'lek was unable to retaliate, though blood still ran freely from his nose. Luke motioned towards the crowd.
"Please take this youngling to the Halls of Healing. Sammo, am I right?"
"Yeah…" came the mumbled reply. "It's just a nosebleed…"
"Health comes first. Off you go."
When Sammo left with one of the knights he turned to address the other boy, looking quite frustrated and pent up. Even angry. So reminiscent of someone he once trained long ago.
He's not your nephew, he reminded himself mentally. Use this as a learning experience. A chance to show a better way
Bending down, he used the Force to calm the boy, reducing adrenaline and steadying the heartbeat.
"What's your name, son?"
"Caleb, sir. Caleb Dume."
That name hit like a shockwave for it had significant meaning for Luke. As with most things learned in the Rebellion and the old Jedi Order, he found out after the fact that Caleb Dume, otherwise known as Kanan Jarrus, was the one of first Jedi to take active part in the movement to topple the Empire. A padawan survivor of Order 66, Dume had been inspirational to many but his legacy carried a different weight for Luke Skywalker. The year of his death also marked the year he emerged from Tatooine and blew up the Death Star. And galactic history forever altered.
That he should be in the presence of such a person- a father, a warrior, and leader of the Rebellion filled the blond with immense respect…and sensitivity to the significance of this boy. Maybe Caleb Dume would not have to perform such heroics this time around. That didn't mean he wasn't destined to become a great Jedi.
"Caleb, it's alright," he said softly, wiping a tear from the boy's eye. "It's okay."
"No, it's not," the youngling sniffed. "A Jedi isn't supposed to act out of emotion."
"You are also human and like every being in the galaxy, will end up making mistakes."
He decided to go deeper and change course ever so slightly. A larger point had to be made here, in front of everyone. Anyone else might have scolded the child or told him to simply let go of his feelings. Luke had other ideas.
"Caleb, tell me. Why did you kick your friend in the face?"
"B-Because he injured me…"
"And that made you angry?"
"Y-Yes."
Tears poured in greater quantities now but Luke did not attempt to stop their flow.
"It's not wrong to feel angry, Caleb."
Several subtle but audible gasps could be heard from behind. By now, he knew every pair of eyes, human and non-human, were upon him.
"It isn't? I-I thought being angry was a path to the dark side."
"Anger in itself does not lead to evil. Better that you have the honesty to admit you're angry than bottle it up and pretend the problem doesn't exist."
Crystal blue eyes bore kindly into teal-blue ones. Luke gave a reassuring smile as he felt Caleb's mood change from confusion to one of increasing trust.
"You felt an emotion anyone would feel after being hit with a lightsaber," he said with a small chuckle. "Fear, anger, sadness, sorrow, regret…these are all things that we come across in life. Not just the Jedi but every person, Force sensitive and non Force sensitive alike."
"Really?"
"Yes, including myself. But the trick is to acknowledge them as part of our experience. To understand ourselves in that we might become better individuals to serve others. That is the key to happiness and the key to keeping the dark side at bay."
He picked up Dume's lightsaber and handed it back.
"You and Sammo will both apologize to each other later once you've both had time to cool off a bit. A bond between friends should always be cherished. Remember that and I have no doubt you'll become an incredible Jedi."
Actually, you already are, Luke thought to himself silently. Of course, the boy couldn't know that yet but it warmed his heart to see Caleb Dume take the lesson to heart with a beaming smile.
"Thank you, Master Luke," the youngling sniffed, wiping the remaining tears away.
"It's my pleasure. That lesson goes for everyone here," he emphasized, standing back at full height and sending Caleb to get his minor wound checked as well.
If looks could kill, or expel in this case, a good portion of the Jedi standing in front of them might have done so. The younglings seemed entranced but clearly what he said violated several established protocols and generic wisdom the Order held dear. Luke didn't care one bit about any of that. The important thing was to win over as many as he could with reason and understanding. And though many probably thought him mad, another faction held curious, even contemplative expressions. Including Depa Billaba.
Cin Drallig appeared nonplussed but otherwise said nothing. Deciding the awkward silence needed to be broken, the Last Jedi practically quipped.
"I am also quite happy to show the younglings proper dueling technique."
Luke felt lighter than air itself. That moment of connection with Caleb felt authentic, genuine, and came from the heart not a sacred text. A sliver of humanity that the Jedi Order so desperately needed.
Would enough of them feel the same? Or had he just punched his own expulsion ticket?
Drallig gave an odd cough and at least seemed to feel the lesson should continue as planned.
"Well I for one think some proper advice on lightsaber form would be most welcome. Younglings?"
An enthusiastic cheer put a rather wide smile on Luke's face (how could one avoid doing so in the face of innocent children?). Then an odd, far away noise was heard outside. And then another.
Everyone turned to see a series of flashes up in the puffy, enveloping clouds of Coruscant, hovering just above the many skyscrapers.
"What's going on?"
"Maybe it's fireworks!"
"It can't be fireworks, it's daytime, stupid!"
The younglings basically outlined Luke's entire thinking. His first impulse was to think it might be some sort of celebration in the middle of the city but then realized the impracticality of shooting fireworks in daylight. Perhaps a lightning storm?
Speculative murmuring became steadily louder amongst the more seasoned adults as the flashes and noises grew bigger and more numerous.
What the-
Suddenly a ship emerged from the cloudbank and not the friendly kind: a Trade Federation cruiser flanked by numerous Banking Clan frigates. A Republic cruiser followed suit, falling from the sky and breaking in half as it hurtled towards the ground in a devastating fireball. Soon enough, the screeching of vulture droids being chased by ARC-170s deafened the ears and shook the foundations of the Temple itself as they zoomed overhead.
"Oh, shit," Luke muttered, not bothering to hide the four letter word from more innocent ears.
War had come to the heart of the Republic in the most daring manner yet.
Padme Amidala truly enjoyed the work she did on the finance committee. Even if much of it consisted of numbers, figures, statistics, and boring memos, she never lost enthusiasm, not for one moment. Why? It was arguably the most vital political body in the Republic currently. Wars were expensive and finding creative new ways to convince banks in the wisdom of lending you money was a challenge she relished.
Thankfully, it also helped when one dealt with former colleagues. Then the challenge became much more manageable.
"Rush, I can't tell you how much this means to me. And the Republic."
Rush Clovis, now the legal representative and manager of the Banking Clan public portfolio, was someone who'd once betrayed the government she served and herself. Nevertheless, good deeds deserved their own reward. Rush exposed corruption at the organization and made good on his promise to be fair and relatively impartial in the ongoing war. Relatively being the key word.
"Think nothing of it, Padme. Consider it a gift."
Of course, there were times he could take generosity a bit too far. She still did not see him in that way.
"I would choose a different set of words, Rush. Remember your role…and the nature of our relationship."
"You're right, my apologies."
Padme sat in her office. In fact she was the one of the few actually working as the Senate had gone into recess days earlier. But money made the galaxy go round unfortunately. Securing at least a verbal agreement that Republic credit was secure superseded any vacation. Besides, Anakin had been sent off yet again into the Outer Rim. Perhaps they could get away when he returned.
"I'm just glad we've come to a final resolution. Rising interest rates have been a major concern of the Senate and the Chancellor. All we're looking for is basic fairness."
"Agreed. When I discovered the last chief financial officer's ties to San Hill, I knew there had been a major discrepancy between loans given to the Separatists and the Republic. It is now official Banking Clan policy that interest rates shall be equal for both sides."
Padme did give a small smile of appreciation.
"It is nice to see integrity return to the banks."
"To be quite frank, the difference in loan rates wasn't all that significant but enough that Count Dooku certainly had more credits on hand in case he needed a few extra droids. Little things like that add up over time."
"And you're quite sure there'll be no reprisals from Count Dooku or Nute Gunray? They don't exactly like to play fair."
Padme's experience with both men taught her as much. Hopefully Rush would take precautions.
"Rest assured I have already spoken to the good Count and there shall be no intrusions on his part. He'll keep the Federation in line. The banks can now officially say with pride that we are an independent institution beholden to no one."
"We'll be sending a formal representative to ratify the agreement once the Senate reconvenes. Please give the Banking Clan Council my regards."
"Of course."
Clovis didn't end the transmission however. He suddenly looked away, appearing remiss, nostalgic even. Padme lacked any kind of Force power, but she knew that look.
"I miss this," Clovis said. "Us working together."
"Rush…"
"Padme…"
"I mean it. I admire the way you've turned over a new leaf but that is not the way to my heart."
"This wouldn't have anything to do with Skywalker, would it?"
"That is entirely out of line!"
"It is, isn't it?" Clovis continued to push without restraint. "I sincerely hope for the sake of the Order that most Jedi are not like that hotheaded-"
He stopped suddenly and glanced sideways. A muffled voice could be heard.
"What? No, that's not possible….here?! Right now?!"
The panic in the banker's voice could not have been more palpable. It sent a chill up Padme's spine.
"Rush? What's going on?"
"Padme, I'm on the verge of being framed. Whatever is about to happen don't-"
The transmission cut off and Clovis disappeared from view. Whether the error was on her end or his she never knew because precisely at that moment, the lights went out and the building gave an ominous rumble.
That couldn't be good.
"Neela, what's going on?" she spoke into her comlink, which was thankfully fully charged.
"My lady, look outside!"
She turned and saw that a full fledged battle had already commenced. Tri fighters fought Republic Z-95s. Glass, concrete, and steel shattered, broke, or bent in the face of overwhelming firepower. HMP Gunships descended and sent missiles towards the Senate building, the force of which knocked her off balance.
"Padme! We have to evacuate you immediately!"
Neela manually overrode the doors, which were thankfully still working, grabbed onto her boss's arm and began pulling them both away from the window, which exploded only seconds later.
The Separatist surprise attack had begun.
Aboard the Restitution Anakin Skywalker listened to the plan to capture General Grievous and ambush his forces.
"Grievous's fleet has been spotted in between the Quelli Sector and the Mandalore Sector," Obi-Wan explained to a group that also included Captain Rex, Commander Cody, and Admiral Yularen. "Which has led us to believe he'll be attacking Dathomir or the latter."
"But he's already destroyed the Night Sister clan," Anakin pointed out. "What incentive does he have to go back there?"
"He may be hunting down Maul who remains at large. It would be a natural refuge for him to hide."
"With respect to the general, I believe it's far more likely for him to attack Mandalore," Cody said, exercising the power of his noted logic. "Almec is in league with Death Watch and it's quite likely they in turn are still in league with the Separatists."
Cody used the interactive holomap to zero in on a specific quadrant.
"There is also a moon not far from Mandalore which apparently has a rare mineral used to recharge the batteries of super battle droids."
"Good eye, Cody. Alright, we'll post the bulk of our Forces as close to neutral space as we can without violating the treaty we made with Minister Almec. We'll keep a destroyer and three cruisers near Dathomir."
"We'll need to locate him precisely," Rex added.
Anakin frowned. Far from it to question Obi-Wan or anyone in the room, something about this seemed off. He certainly knew of General Grievous and the delight the cyborg took in killing. There was no subtlety there. Yet no trace of him could be found.
"Then let us prepare," Admiral Yularen stated. "Turn on the scanners for signs of any enemy activity. Ensure the shields are at maximum power and be prepared for any underhanded tactics Grievous might try."
The meeting adjourned with Cody, Rex, and Yularen vanishing from view.
"Is the intelligence good on this mission?" he asked Obi-Wan almost immediately after.
"I'd say it is. Why do you ask?"
"Something about this seems off. "
"The Strategic Advisory Cell gave us the information. That's the highest it gets."
"So why are we out here in the Outer Rim chasing Grievous when we don't know his exact location or even his army's exact location?"
Even Obi-Wan couldn't argue against that logic but before he could voice his own concerns, a distress call started beeping in.
"It's a message from Coruscant!" one of the officers on deck yelled.
"Send it on through."
The image of Palpatine and Yoda soon appeared both looking quite concerned for two people considered to be serene at almost all times.
"Chancellor? Master Yoda? What's going on?"
"Grave news, I'm afraid," the old Master told them. "The Separatists have attacked Coruscant."
"An unwelcome surprise," Palpatine elaborated grimly. His connection was staticky and barely audible. "It appears that we have been fooled. General Grievous employed the use of the Nexus Route, a secret hyperspace lane, in order to bypass our defenses."
"Attacking with overwhelming force, Grievous is."
Anakin's jaw nearly dropped as anxiety enveloped all other concerns.
"Are you safe, Chancellor?" was his first question.
"For the moment, I am quite secure, my boy. The Red and Senate Guards are moving me to a secret location along with a handful of other Senators. But we need every man we can get, including your respective fleet."
"You can count on us."
"Hurry, you must. Not enough Jedi or clones there are, to stop a full assault by the droids," Yoda said with a rare note of urgency in his voice.
"We're charting a course back to the capital as we speak," Obi-Wan assured, confirming with a nod to the captain on deck that the coordinates were being set.
Interruptions and inconveniences seemed to be the theme of the day as yet another transmission attempted to patch through.
"It's from Scipio!" the clone captain called out.
"Scipio?" Anakin muttered in confusion. "What could the banks want?
"Put it through and connect it with our router," Obi-Wan commanded. "I don't know, Anakin but it can't be anything good."
A member of the Muun ruling family appeared and was highly distressed.
"Jedi, Chancellor, thank goodness. Rush Clovis is a traitor! He's invited Count Dooku to negotiate a new loan at half the percentage of his last and is threatening to double Republic interest rates if we don't give into his demands! It's madness!"
"Are you quite sure?" Palpatine asked politely.
"There is no doubt. Dooku's army is already here. He's established himself at banking clan headquarters where Clovis intends to treat with him."
The Chancellor's eyes radiated concern even for someone so even tempered.
"This is indeed, grave news. I'm afraid Count Dooku is attempting to violate the neutrality of the banks in order to control the flow of intergalactic credit. Our war effort stands at a precipice."
"Reinforcements we will need, Chancellor," Yoda pointed out.
"We must make do, my friend. Our ability to win this conflict depends a great deal on Republic war bonds and the interest rates we receive on our loans. Should these strong arm tactics from Dooku succeed, all will be lost."
Palpatine addressed the Muun directly.
"I am sending a task force of our best troops to deal with the Separatist threat."
"Thank you, Chancellor."
As the Muun disappeared from the holonet, Anakin could only assume that meant himself and Obi-Wan. Normally he'd be the first to jump into a mission handpicked by the Chancellor. But thoughts turned towards the one person he could not afford to lose.
"Master Kenobi, General Skywalker, it is up to the two of you to prevent the unthinkable. It is of the greatest fortune that your fleet is in the closest position to Scipio. I wish you the best of luck."
"I will organize a home defense," Yoda added. "Call all nearby units, we will. Planned, this was. Capture Grievous and Dooku, we must."
"I have no doubt that you shall, my old friend. My faith in the Jedi Order has never been stronger."
"May the Force be with us all."
"We won't let either of you down," Obi-Wan insisted and the transmission ended. "It is time to make haste. Commander Cody?"
The Marshal Commander came sprinting back into the room almost immediately with a crisp salute.
"Yes, General?"
"Ready the men, tell them to load the gunships, gather all ammunition, water and supplies."
"Yes, sir!"
"Admiral Yularen, chart a course for the Muunilinst System, pronto!"
"Yes, General. Charting course."
Anakin hadn't spoken a word the entire time, highly uncharacteristic for the young, headstrong Jedi. Obi-Wan had a knack for perceiving when his best friend felt uneasy.
"What's the matter?"
"I don't like the idea of leaving Coruscant to chance."
His words were hard and full of worry. Anyone else might have mistaken the intent but Obi-Wan was all too aware of what a silent, sullen Anakin Skywalker symbolized.
"She'll be fine, Anakin. Padme has always been able to take care of herself."
The brunette hardly dared to speak more openly. Deep down, he always wondered if Obi-Wan might suspect the true nature of his relationship with the beautiful Senator but for the sake of everyone, pretended this wasn't the case. Even if he deeply hated such an arrangement, he hated not being able to be there for her even more.
"What's our plan for Dooku?"
Obi-Wan didn't like giving guarantees knowing full well how skilled, cunning, and powerful the man was. But they had a job to do.
"If he's there...we'll take him down together," he said as confidently as possible.
Anakin's chiseled jaw became set with determination.
"He's not getting away from us this time."
Obi-Wan placed a hand on his shoulder in a tentative show of comfort before moving to direct other parts of the ship to direct their plan of attack. This left Anakin to ponder the dark, distinct possibility of facing off against the Sith Lord who'd evaded them in so many instances they were beyond count.
If my wife doesn't make it out of this alive, neither are you, Dooku
Alright some Author's Notes:
#1: To those who might ask, I know Kanan was apprenticed to Depa Billaba by the time the Temple bombing occurred. Events have sped up in this timeline so technically they have not been paired up yet. I thought it would be touching for both Luke and Caleb Dume if they met each other and interacted somehow.
#2: I wondered how much of Luke's backstory we should include. I know many in the fandom despise the way Luke was portrayed in the sequel movies and I get that. But remember, this is a version who seeks to change everything, not the moping, self loathing version in Episode VIII. Even so, it's crucial to highlight the differences in his approach from when he was Grandmaster to now. Needed to contrast it somehow. I initially wasn't going to do any flashbacks and ignore his memories with Ben, but felt that to be impractical since it weighs so heavily on Luke's mind.
In any case, feel free to DM me with questions but I prefer reviews and I will respond directly that way as well.
Next update is in January! Rock on!
~The Wasp