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He breathed in and breathed out. He lets the Force imbue him with power and energy as the assassins prepare to attack. Luke braces himself for what's about to come. Looking at the girl, he called upon the light side of the force to cover and shield her, like a guardian angel.

A second passes, and time seemingly slows down for him as several things happen at the same time.

The black dressed assassins, the Society of Shadows, attacked Luke on two sides. The half that surrounded Luke on his right side pulled out sharp, star-like throwing knives and threw them at him. The stars sprang gracefully and with bloodthirsty intent. The group on his left went into action and dashed to Luke for a direct attack with their blades.

And so Luke responded in kind.

Stretching out with his right hand, he commanded the throwing stars that were about to dice him into pieces to go directly around him. They curved around as if they were guided by someone, as though the pilots made a last second evasive maneuver. Not a single one lost their stride or momentum.

As this was happening, the assassins on his left were so close that he could smell the polished metal that made up their blades. In one swift chopping motion by his left hand, the blades that were about to strike down on him cracked and shattered into pieces. Their attack was cut short, and confusion took over for a heartbeat.

They were about to renew their offensive in the form of their fists, but they were impeded by the coming rain of throwing stars. Not hitting Luke, they instead targeted the assassins. The sudden detour of the stars got the assassins off guard and didn't give them enough time to maneuver, they got sliced up by the deadly stars. They fell to the ground as they desperately tried to stop the bleeding.

Four down, six to go.

Despite the combined assault failing, the assassins continued their efforts to kill Luke. In a heartbeat, after the assassins on his left got into the crossfire of the throwing stars, two assassins from behind charged at him in order to bisect him, while one did the same.

The two at his back jumped in order to get a powerful slash through his torso, but they ended up empty-handed as they crashed into a force barrier erected behind him. Their blades, which were pointed towards Luke, cracked, and the two men in black went face first into the shield in a slamming force. Their momentum was turned against them, and they were sent back, tumbling across the ground.

The one in front was close to his kill yet so far, as he tried to send his blade into Luke's beating heart. He was, however, denied his glory as Luke's left hand stopped the assassin's hand from lunging the sword into him. The assassin tried to escape but failed as he found out that Luke's durasteel hand had his throat in its preternatural grip. As if a picture were taken when the assassin was still in mid-air, the black clad man was helplessly in Luke's grip as he struggled in Luke's grasp.

The assassin would've maneuvered his sword in his left hand to slash Luke's arm off, but the last Jedi caught wind of this before the assassin even acted on it, and he simply twisted the assassin's sword hand. His effort was rewarded by a sound that resembled the cracking of a stick and the metal clanging of a sword being dropped. The man would have screamed in pain, but his throat was held hostage by Luke's prosthesis. If the man weren't wearing a mask, his face would probably be a shade of purple, and his eyes would have been bulging out so much that he could have resembled having a Gran's eyestalks.

Luke sensed that the two assassins were now getting back up from their failed assault and were about to launch a new batch of throwing stars. Like the saying goes, 'Killing two birds with one stone' Luke heaved the assassin that he had in his grip like a ragdoll and collided with the two assassins. The impact made the assassin see stars.

Three out of the picture, and three left.

Speaking of the three leftover assassins, Luke's sense of danger flared up, and he dove under a swinging sword that would have hacked his head off. While another blade attempted to slash open a huge wound in his back, he only found empty air. A third blade was thrust into one of his legs, but the Jedi managed to pull up and jump over the assault. This song and dance went over for several moments as he evaded and artfully dodged their strikes. The assassins pursued the tactic of breaching his defenses by going into close combat.

Luke will give them one sliver amount of respect; they made him use his lightsaber.

Waiting for the opportunity, he allowed a brief opening of his existence and allowed them to think they had him. Taking the bait, all three plunged their swords at him, one at his head, legs, and torso. Just before the trio of swords reached a foot to their designed marks, in a blur to human sense, Luke activated his lightsaber, and with one spin, green plasma melted the swords like butter into useless, sharply halved metal. The blades clattered onto the roof, this sudden weapon that appeared out of nowhere, Luke's astonishing reveal of his speed, and the destruction of their weapons made the assassin's recoil for just a second.

Taking their puzzlement to his advantage, he gathered the Force around him and sent a short burst of energy around him. The blow pushed back the three assassins and made them fly across the rooftop; one landed on another roof, one fell off and landed in an alleyway, and the last went so far back that he crashed into a window in a nearby building.

The assassins that once surrounded him were now either knocked down or unable to attack him. Luke now stood ready with his lightsaber humming; the only assassins that could pose a threat were the ones that he originally confronted, including the arachnid man. The assassins gazed at Luke with shock, and he felt them trying to devise a plan of escape—a plan that involved taking the girl with them—and that would not do.

The arachnid assassin somewhat kept his composure but tried to sound off with a threat: "If you take another step! We'll–"

"I don't think so," Luke asserted. Before the assassins could do anything to bring harm to the girl, Luke raised his hand. The assassins that were not the arachnid man levitated up from the ground, including the one that held the girl. The girl dropped as Luke could feel that she was drugged and might be like that for some time if he doesn't get the chemical out of her system.

The assassins dropped their weapons as they grabbed their throats when the air was not entering. They coughed, made choking noises, and even flared their legs around in an attempt to grab hold of the ground. But all of that was pointless when the Force held them up and denied them oxygen. Eventually, they lose consciousness; when Luke felt this, he let go, and assassins dropped to the ground in thuds.

Now, it was just him and the arachnid man. "My offer still stands," Luke declared. "We don't need to fight anymore; you can still do the right thing and turn yourself in."

The last assassin looked over to Luke and then to the girl, who was still weak. Luke got a horrible image from the Force about what the man was about to do. As he lifted both of his arms, one arm to Luke and the other to the girl, facing his palm, a projectile exited out of his gauntlets that was aimed at both of their heads. The assassin thought that he would be quick enough to kill the both of them, but Luke was a step quicker. Luke titled his head to the right. The bullet that was aimed at him angrily passed his head and collided with a concrete wall in a nearby building. Meanwhile, reaching out, the Force caught the bullet mid air before it could take the life of the girl, and it harmlessly dropped onto the ground.

Just when he saw his quick attack utterly fail, the assassin pulled his attention away from the girl and to Luke. He pointed both arms and started blasting Luke with a ball of red goop from his gauntlets. Though slightly slower, they were significantly larger than the projectiles. He cut the first ball in the middle, where both halves went away from him. The assassin started to run at Luke while firing the red goop in order to get more accurate shots. Another ball was heading towards his feet; it was sliced away by green energy. The third shot was aimed at his chest, but Luke cut through it.

However, the halved red slime did go away; only one part did; the other part went into his shoulder and didn't come off. Like a small explosion, the ball exploded and sent small strings around his left arm. Almost web-like, the strings connected his arm to his shoulder. Luke tried to use his strength to pull it off while deflecting more of the incoming messy projectiles, but was surprised when it would require more strength to do so.

When the assassin was close enough, he jumped, and at the apex of it, he continued to spray more balls of the sticky substance. With only his right hand, Luke cut and slashed the projectiles. Amazingly, the assassin managed to get inside his guard, kick Luke's lightsaber off his right hand, and send it skittering across the rooftop. With one leg on Luke's right hand, the other sent a powerful kick to Luke's chest. The Jedi realized that he had a feeling that if the kick was interrupted, the assassin's foot would be powerful enough to send it through Luke's chest and kill him instantly.

Quickly, he stepped away, but the kick had already reached his chest. He gathered the Force around him like a protective shell and let the kick go on. The foot knocked Luke off his feet and pushed him back, making him go in a tumbling fashion. When he stopped rolling, he went up and used his durasteel hand to rip the webby substance off his shoulder. He was successful at taking off the web material from his left shoulder but was dumbfounded when the substance was now stuck to his right hand.

"You got to be kidding me," Luke complained to himself.

The assassin, now on the ground crouching, grabbed one of the swords his comrades dropped, dashed towards Luke, and had a plan to take Luke's head off. Just as the spider-themed assassin was bringing the blade towards Luke, Luke felt a quick sensation from the Force that he recognized as a Shatterpoint. Tracing the Shatterpoint quickly before his head was lobbed off, he sensed that the middle part of the sword that the assassin held was the weak point of the assassin's assault and could be exploited. He cocked his left hand in a fist, targeted the very exact middle of the blade, he smashed through it while not damaging his own hand, and landed the fist on the assassin's face. Connecting on the assassin's left side, Luke heard the cracking sound made by the impact, which was followed by cartilage being broken and some teeth being knocked loose.

The assassin staggered back, and that gave Luke time to get the webs off his right hand. Just when he liberated his hand, a punch from the assassin stopped Luke's gains. The attacker kicked Luke's head back and gave him a bloody nose. Luke's universe started to go blurry and white; he thought the attack probably gave him a mad concussion. He had the Force dull the pain and mitigate the effects. By the time he went to himself, Luke saw a knife held by a hand that was dangerously closing upon his eye. He stopped the knife by a near inch by grabbing onto the hand. Luke was about to use his other free hand to get out of the unbearable situation when another hand grabbed onto his throat and proceeded to choke him.

He grabbed the assassin's arm that held his throat. Between the knife so close to his face that he can smell the polished metal, see his own reflection, and his throat being slowly closed, Luke enhanced his strength to counteract the assassin's own. But Luke found that the assassin was holding firm and wasn't stopping. He figured that the assassin's great amount of strength and speed was either from biological means or the suit he wore gave him those abilities, but at his own life, being squeezed out of him and a knife about to be plunged into his eye, that doesn't matter.

Luke's face was turning purple as the knife was coming too close for one's liking. He rallied himself, and while concentrating on the danger that's in his face, part of him left his body and sought to have his lightsaber come to him. The lightsaber shook for a moment, then, like a bullet, sprung into action, thundering green energy, and was eager to free its wielder from certain danger. The assassin heard the activation of the lightsaber and, in a split second, looked at the incoming blade right before he was about to push the knife into Luke's face.

In the time of the assassin's distraction and the lightsaber coming towards him in that lone second was all the time Luke needed. Luke's right hand, which held the assassin's hand that contained the knife and held it at bay, gathered himself and twisted the hand in an unnatural way. After that, in a moment of pain and confusion, the assassin dropped the knife as his hand was unable to hold it any longer and stumbled slightly, not fully letting go of Luke's neck. To get out of the arachnid man's grip before his lightsaber came to him, Luke thought of a way he could get out. He pulled the assassin to him by using both of his arms, closed his eyes, cocked his head back, and then made a terrible headbutt with the assassin.

The pain was probably just as painful for the assassin as it was for Luke, but the Jedi ignored the mind-flashing screaming of his nerves and continued the momentum of the counterattack. The blunt assault worked, and the assassin let go of Luke's neck as he stumbled back with both arms in front of him. With the assassin dazed and his lightsaber coming to him, now was his chance.

Extending his left hand, his lightsaber went under his grip. Before the assassins regained their composure, Luke grabbed the assassins hands with his fake hand, and electrodrivers held the hands by the fingers in a tight grip. Pulling the assassins slightly closer, Luke twirled his lightsaber in one smooth arc, and just like that, the assassin's arms were cuffed by the elbows.

The arachnid inspired killer, in a state of shock, looked over to his now cauterized stumps, then onto the ground where his arms lay. The fallen limbs radiated a thin trail of smoke while reeking a smell of melted meat and burning ballistic weave into the summer night. In defeat and overwhelming amounts of pain most likely plaguing him, the assassin fell to the knees in front of Luke. He didn't show any signs of more resistance as he tilted his head down.

"This didn't have to happen," Luke said with a trace of regret in his voice, but he knew in his mind that it had to be done. "You brought all of this to yourself. Tell me who you work for."

The assassin looked up to Luke, then swiveled his head slowly toward his comrades. All of them who weren't able to fight were now gaining their minds back and seeing their leader defeated. The arachnid gave a grim nod to all of his agents. Luke sensed what they were about to do. "May the shadows," the assassin said with a hoarse and determined throat, "live forever." A puff of green smoke exited his mask, and he twitched onto the ground.

Luke tried to prevent the assassin from activating the suicide pill, but the Force warned him that if he breathed in the fumes, he would get ill and die. Taking a deep breath from air that wasn't contaminated, he took a heavy amount of air, which he knew, with the help of the Force, wouldn't need to breathe for several minutes.

He went to the arachnid assassin as the man stopped twitching—not a good sign. He took off the man's mask, revealing a dark-skinned man in his late thirties with a broken, bloody, misshapen nose and wide eyes. Luke had his hand over the man's chest to survey the severity of how much toxin had damaged his body. It wasn't a good sight.

It seemed like the toxin did its job properly, severing the nerves from the brain and disconnecting the brain from the rest of the body. Then it shut down the body's nervous system and then the major organs, bulldozing through the man's immune system quickly. The lungs, heart, and other organs have already failed and shut down. Luke stopped the toxin from totally damaging the brain but realized it was too late. From the lack of oxygen to the toxin deliberately erasing the man's mind and already damaging his brain, if Luke revived the man, it wouldn't be enough to get back the mind that once was this assassin.

And so, not wanting to but not giving a good choice, he let the toxin take its course and kill the man not long after Luke tried to stop it. The man passed onto the cosmic force as well as his associates. They too kicked in their personal pills and took their own lives; even the one that was flown across the roof and into the nearby rooftop took his own life. It wasn't long before he was the only living person on the rooftop…

That revelation came to him in full when he saw the girl wasn't. Frightened at first that she must've inhaled the toxin, he convinced himself that he would at least feel it. Knowing that the assassins were dealt indefinitely, he went into the Force and searched for the girl. Her presence made him go to the edge of the rooftop, which led to an alleyway. Jumping off the rooftop and letting the Force be the cushion for his fall, he searched through the alley.

For several minutes, he went for a brisk walk to not scare the girl if he ran into her. He wiped away the blood that leaked out of his nose with his gloved hand. His search came to a close when he felt that she was hiding between two dumpsters multiple paces away. Taking a deep exhale, he absolved himself of any harmful feelings, for he knew she would be able to sense them, and he approached her with his palms up in a gesture of good intentions.

"Hello?" He asked in a calm but loud voice, "Are you there?"

He received no answer. "I know you might be afraid right now, but you don't have to be," Luke did his best to reassure her. "Those men who were chasing you are..." he stopped himself to try and find better words, "Aren't going to hurt you anymore."

Again, no response was given. "Maybe we should start over; my name is Luke Skywalker, and yours?"

The girl remained, willfully or otherwise, because he wanted to be sure. "I'm not here to hurt you," Luke said. "I just want to help and protect you; I will never do anything to hurt you, I promise."

Several moments passed of complete silence in the alley, then, out of the shadow, she poked her body out, and most of her torso was out eyeing Luke. He came to feel that she was still suspicious of something and didn't know who Luke was. He noted how she was looking at his lightsaber that was clipped to his belt.

Thinking of a way to earn her trust, he unclipped his lightsaber and used the Force to go into the hilts's components, disabling the activation stud so she wouldn't be able to use it, and gently rolled the lightsaber to her feet. She slightly recoiled, yet curiosity took over her when she looked over him and at the lightsaber at her feet.

"See," Luke softly told her, "I'm not here to hurt you."

She looked at the lightsaber for a few moments, almost in a trance, and gently took it in her hands. She examined it thoroughly, transfixed on the device that must've been seen as some sort of magic or something completely otherworldly. Luke wondered, since the lightsaber was bonded to him, if she could feel his essence with it.

After touching and getting the feeling of the lightsaber, she slightly eased and went out of her hiding spot fully. She looked at him and back at the lightsaber that was still in her hands.

"There, do you believe me that I'm not going to hurt you?"

The girl kept looking at the saber, playing it with her hands, picking her head up, and nodding.

He gave a relaxed sigh. "Good, since I gave you my name, can you give me yours?"

The girl turned to the lightsaber, examining it more closely; she looked like she had become more nervous than a second ago. Then she spoke, "Ca…Ca-cas….caaa." She struggled and stuttered to say her name.

Luke can see through her from the Force what she was trying to say: "Casandra, your name is Casandra?"

The girl looked surprised at Luke and stepped back, wondering how he could know her name. "It's okay," Luke reassured her, "it's something I'm good at." He gave her a smile. "Cassandra, huh? That's a very lovely name."

She turned her focus back onto the lightsaber, going deep in thought.

He took a calm step closer to Cassandra. "I know what happened back; it must've been hectic, but I want to know, Cassandra, who were those people?" This is a redundant question. It was obvious that this Society of Shadows wanted Cassandra for not following orders. Still, based on what he gathered, she might know more about what they do.

Cassandra got more tense and continued her gaze on his Jedi blade. Pain and sorrow started to boil up in her. Luke got the signal.

He got close enough to her so he could put his hand on her shoulder. That seemed to calm her down. She looked up to him while he said, "Okay, maybe you don't need to explain, right? How about we go somewhere? It's a lot more." He trailed off to the alley around them. "Safer?"

Cassandra, who was probably on the run since this morning and probably tired of running into dirty alleys, agreed with an energetic nod.

When Cassandra thought about how Luke Skywalker would take her somewhere safe, she was expecting certain things. These things mostly included an underground safehouse, a bunker, or a warehouse. What she didn't expect was a tropical island. And on this island was a house that she was now standing in.

Being trained and living in a shadow facility for practically most of her life, this would be the very first time being in a house, and it was a very good impression. Minimalist yet lavish, it had an architecture that spoke to her.

Luke was beside her when he called out, "Saint! I'm back; we have a guest."

Cassandra heard a door opening in the hallway further into the house. She didn't expect anyone else to be living here, but then again, she doesn't know a lot of things, does she?

When the figure went out of their room, Cassandra's eyes widened when the figure was actually a man, but that wasn't the detail that surprised her; the man was well...

Tall, he wore blue clothing with a brown belt that had a sliver tube that was like Luke's sliver thing. The man, or what she thinks is a man, had pure white skin, no hair, two pitch black eyes, and a short fleshy tail at the back of his head.

The man-thing hurried over to Luke and Cassandra in a heavy relieved manner but stopped his stride when he saw Cassandra in full view.

"I, uh," the man-thing said in bewilderment. "I believe we do have a guest," the man-thing said with a voice that was unmistakably male and very friendly. He changed his expression with a genuine, gentle smile. "I am Saint Walker; what is your name, little sister?" He extended his arm to Cassandra in some show of friendliness.

She only looked at the hand. She sensed that he meant no harm; in fact, she could feel that he was like Luke and her. Just how many people, or more accurately, things, were just like her?

Saint Walker had the hand stay in place for several seconds before taking it back, then he adopted a look of confusion and disappointment. He looked over to Luke and asked, "Have I offended her?"

Luke gazed at Cassandra for a moment, then said, "Uh, not exactly." He made an easy chuckle. "How about this?" He gestures to Cassandra, "Saint Walker, this is Cassandra," then motions to Saint Walker, "Cassandra, this is Bro'Dee Walker, but he usually calls himself Saint."

Saint Walker bows, "It is nice to meet you, Cassandra." When coming back up, Cassandra gave a nod in good faith.

"Is there something wrong here, Master Skywalker?" He asked Luke in a title that reminded her of the teachers back in the shadows.

He blew out his breath. "Cassandra here is just a little... shy; I'll tell you what happened."

Saint Walker accepted, "Very well."

"I'm going to take Cassandra to her room; we'll talk later," Luke said, and Saint Walker nodded.

Luke gestures to Cassandea to follow him down the hallway, and when he stops with her behind him, he unlocked a door to open up a room. The room was definitely bigger than the room she used to live in and definitely more comfortable, from the looks of it. It had a closet, a dresser, a black screen on the wall, and it even had a window!

Her immediate and almost instinctive action was going straight to the bed and plopping her entire aching and tired body onto the very soft bed. Going face first into the sheets, she would fall asleep if Luke didn't sit down beside her on the bed.

Getting up, she saw Luke watching with a happy smile. Happy—that was a word she never really associated with herself at any given moment in her life—until now. Not when she was with her mother. Not when she thought she was free from society. Now that she's gotten onto the island, she can't help but feel a sense of relief, comfort, and peace.

This is what it feels like to be like Cassandra Cain for now, and hopefully forever. Just nearly a day ago, you believed that for the rest of your life, you would be fated to be either a cold-blooded killer indefinitely or be put in an earlier grave by the group that trained you, if your mother didn't do it first.

Now, you're in company with one strange but kind man named Luke Skywalker. He's a person who not only seemed to show unwavering compassion to you but was just like you in ways you can't even explain. Once you were in your room, he went into detail on who he was and how he could do those amazing things he did. He said something about some Force that surrounds us and is what gives us our powers—your powers.

You've never thought these abilities you and your mother have were born powers that could be only accessed by people like you or Skywalker, but you also knew that you and your mother were different, different from most people. He then said how there were people like him, her, and the weird man, Saint Walker, who are naturally gifted to use the Force.

He got serious and said that our abilities can be dangerous if we don't know what we are doing. He said some other things, but he said something about training you to be a Jedi. That was a word that immediately piqued your interest. He explained what a Jedi was, what they do, what's expected of them, how it's not an easy life, and talked about other things that you admittedly nodded off to.

But hearing the important words that exited his mouth, you followed his words to make your first impression of him.

Keepers of the peace and protecting the innocent were what he said the Jedi did. Did he mean that when he rescued you, he was implying that you were innocent? You definitely don't think of yourself as innocent, but Luke hasn't shown anything that would suggest he hated or secretly despised you. You felt that he understood you.

Maybe you said 'Yes' because you thought you had nowhere else to go; maybe you said 'Yes' because you're with people that are like you in some ways; maybe you said 'Yes' because you wanted to be like him; maybe it wasn't guilt talking. Or maybe it was all of it.

For you, you said 'Yes', regardless of reason, because your heart said so.

To be Cassandra Cain right now, your past looks grim, but at the horizon that is your future, you can help but smile, because in your eyes, it's looking really bright and hopeful.

Notes

Yeah that was a short chapter, i couldn't of written it in the last one but thought it would make it harder to fix and correct the spelling. It gets hard for me when it becomes a 15k word slog and trying to fix shit. Yeah, i guess it's official now, Cassandra Cain is a Jedi now, or will be at some point, how do you guys think her training will go and what will she excel at?

(Sharkyawesome) I kinda do have it planned out, there more outlines on which chapter should go into, it's just difficult to write for me, its difficult to fix and correct spelling mistakes and you might notice i have a collection of them in each chapter.

(Guest) Don't the chapter after the next one will go back into the main story of the series.

(Perseus) Yeah that definitely wasn't my intention, I just wanted to write it off as her looking up to him like how she does to Bruce.