This is a story that came to me while I was playing Jedi Survivor. My OC will be the MC of this story.

During the Clone Wars, she was the Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Under him, she mastered Form III of lightsaber combat, while also being proficient in Forms I and V. She uses a dual-bladed lightsaber that is capable of splitting into two, but she is not well-trained in its use, though she is trained with them. Her lightsaber has a white kyber crystal, which is a natural white, unlike Ashoka's. When Order 66 happened, she was in the temple and managed, with the help of two other knights, to get five younglings and two Padawans out. As they made their escape, Anakin Skywalker appeared. The three knights dueled him, with two dying and our MC making her escape. She then took off in her personal ship with her R4 unit, along with the younglings and Padawans. They would then go to Koboh to hide and train for the next ten years until a young Jedi Knight and his BD droid crash-landed on the planet. This is their story.

9 BBY

"Master Khonie, a ship has crashed in the Gorge. What should we do?" a young Twi'lek 14 year old with light blue skin and two tube-like appendages coming out the back of his head and going down his back asks me.

"Obviously, we should go help any survivors and kick raider butt, shouldn't we, Master?" spoke a feminine voice with a cocky attitude. The voice belonged to a Togruta female with orange skin and two appendages framing her heart-shaped bangs, with the rest hanging down her back like long hair. "What do you think, Rikka?" the Togruta asked a Mirialan girl with green skin and tattoos on her face, which resembled freckles. I palmed my face, thinking about my master's lessons in patience.

"I don't know what we don't wait for Master Khonie to make a decision, Makaza," a shy voice answered her. "Thank you, Tarok, Makaza, Rikka, for the information. We cannot expose ourselves, but we also cannot allow the raiders free reign. Rayvis is growing too bold as of late. Rikka, Makaza, with me. Tarok, go find the others. They should be training in the valley. Tell them to meet me by the Giantaphant. If I am not there, then they are to assume negotiations have failed, and we are fighting Rayvis' men and their droids." I then turn to both Rikka and Makaza. "If Rayvis appears, you are to flee at once. I will fight him alone. Do you understand?" Rikka nods meekly, while Makaza scoffs. "Why? It's not like he can beat us." "Makaza," I snap out, "that man is far more dangerous than you understand. In the past, it took almost a dozen Jedi to bring him down. He is beyond you. Do you understand me?" She looks away but replies, "Yes, Master," in a defeated tone. "Look at me," I tell her, and she does. "You are not weak. You are just young and still coming into your power. You have much to learn, and I will teach you as much as I can. And when the time comes, the Force will test you, but Rayvis is not your test. He is mine, and perhaps, if my visions are true, one other's as well. Now come. We must go now if we are to beat the raiders to the ship."

I took off at a force-enhanced run, the Padawans following behind me, running over walls and jumping across massive gaps. We ran into a few B-1 droids along the way, and we made quick work of them, reflecting their blaster bolts back at them. When we reached the ridge, we saw the survivor cutting through B-1 and B-2 Battle Droids, even a few raiders, with a dual-bladed lightsaber with green blades. He was dressed in white Jedi robes, with a pink poncho over the top, and had a BD droid on his back. I watched as a large group of B-1 droids took formation behind him. "Stay up here and keep a lookout for anyone else. We don't know if we can trust him, but we also can't just leave him. If he is a Jedi, we have to help him. So stay and watch him. Make sure he doesn't attack me. If he does, Makaza, come help me, and Rikka, go find the others. Tell them the Empire has found us, and to get the ships prepped." Both nodded seriously, understanding the importance of the task. All this was spoken so fast, in under a second, and I was dropping down almost 100 feet, using the Force to slow my fall at the end. I landed, rolled, ignited my lightsaber in dual-bladed mode, and reflected all the blaster bolts back at the B-1 droids, taking out the dozen that had formed up. As I deactivated my lightsaber, I heard a voice ring out, "What are you doing here, Jedi bitch?" I looked over. All the droids were destroyed, and the unknown Jedi was fighting two raiders. One raider stood in front of me. "Really, Ziek? You want to fight again? Didn't you get it when I took your arm? You can't win. Leave in peace," I said. "Shut up!" he screamed, as he charged me. I sighed, turned, and pivoted under his swing, pressing my lightsaber hilt into his chest before igniting it. I heard him gasp out a breath and stiffen. I turned it off once more, caught him as he fell, and laid him on the ground. "Sorry, mate. I warned you," I said. I did not know him other than his name, which I had heard another raider call him when I cut off his arm the last time he attacked me. I do my best not to kill, just as my master would, but that also only goes so far.

I stood up as I heard the other Jedi deactivate his lightsaber, and I turned to face him. We looked at each other for almost a full minute until I finally asked, "So, why are you wearing that?" "Oh, the robes? I mean, the Empire already knows who I am, so, why not?" he replies, and I feel the urge to facepalm but resist it. "No, not the robes," I say slowly. "The pink poncho." He looks down at it and shrugs. "I like ponchos," he says simply, and I guess if that is what he wants to wear, alright then.

"Either way, I apologize. My name is Rishu Khoine, Jedi Knight. And you are?" I both apologize and ask his name. "Cal Kestis, Jedi Knight. Have you been here the whole time? Why haven't you been fighting the Empire?" he replies and asks in rapid succession.

"And I'm Makaza, and that up there is Rikka," a excited voice calls out, and I resist the urge to smack the back of her head as I stare at Cal's stunned face. He takes in two Jedi Padawans before him, barely older than he was when Order 66 happened. I could see him doing the math in his head, and he asked the question I feared: "Are there more of you?"

And what do you think about chapter two? It may take a couple of days. I'm trying to space out my writing so I don't get burnt out.