Star Wars: Legends Never Die

by Black' Victor Cachat

Luke and Mara (and R2) were just heading back to the New Republic to announce their engagement, when they find themselves a galaxy where they never met, history has changed, & all they fought for threatened to be undone by something called the First Order. They'll deal with that after they get off this dustball 'Jakku,' and—is that the Millennium Falcon? Legends meets movie-verse

3. Ripples in the Galaxy

I do not own Star Wars. If I did, different people would be doing the scripts for the films.

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Beta read by the wonderful lincoln time and BlantonM. Could not have done it without you guys!

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Thatrandomguest

I do plan to finish this fic, but I also have a bunch of other ongoing stories (arguably too many), and a lot going on in real life. Here is the latest chapter though, and I hope it was worth the wait! Looking forward to hearing your newest thoughts! :-D

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Oh, I have PLANS for when people learn of Rey's heritage!

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I do plan to finish this fic, but I also have a bunch of other ongoing stories (arguably too many), and a lot going on in real life.

Legends!Luke might indeed be more powerful than Palpatine, or at least his equal, but a big part of the Hand of Thrawn Duology was him learning to rely less on power.

Did Snoke and Movie!Luke fight in the comics?

I will merely say I have already decided upon Han's fate for The Force Awakens.

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For whatever reason this was posted in my "Justice" story, but I admit you have an amusing point that it seems that since the EU fans rioted about Chewie being killed, it seems like the Sequel Trilogy's solution was to kill off everybody except Chewie :-P

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Oh yes, there will indeed be some surprise over that lightsaber in Maz's storeroom, and how it is identical to Mara's. And of course one that Kylo covets . . .

Finn being full of tons of luck (although he would disagree) would indeed explain a bunch of close-saves he has had.

Good point about the (not solid) Astral Projection technique being something beyond Legends!Luke. Indeed, several of the techniques he will be seeing will stagger him.

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Yes indeed, Luke is indeed incredibly powerful, staggeringly so, but he also just spent that whole quest with Mara learning he must cut back on using such big and flashy moves. Because yeah, the guidance from the Force is more important. All that constant fighting does mean he is more experienced than his movie counterpart, and yes definite times of vulnerability remain.

There is a limit to what Legends!Luke and Mara can heal, but yes having Han talk with his brother-in-law would certainly be interesting to see . . .

Worked mainly on other works during quarantine so far, and dealing with the repercussions of it, but hoping you did alright. :-) But yes, I do plan to finish this fic, and honestly being compared to Timothy Zahn is an INCREDIBLE compliment. Thank you very much! :-D

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For Luke and Mara kicking Kylo's butt, remember that while that may sound satisfying, if I just did that here and now, then the story would be pretty short.

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Star Wars: Legends Never Die

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Chapter 3: Ripples in the Galaxy

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Previously:

Luke, Mara, and Artoo realize they have somehow ended up trapped in an alternate universe. Thankfully they manage to convince this universe's Han and Chewie of their story, who then agree to help them get to Leia. Although Han and Chewie are also hoping that this Luke, any Luke, can also save Ben Solo from the Dark Side. During all this, Luke and Mara dealt with the crime syndicate members who had come after Han, ensuring that no word from them about BB-8 was passed on to the First Order.

Afterwards, Luke talked to Finn, and reassured the man, convincing him he could have a new life, and not necessarily one involving fighting the First Order. Meanwhile Mara did the same for Rey, including encouraging her to be a Jedi.

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Unknown Regions, Ilum system, Starkiller Base

With no word on the location of the missing droid with the map to Luke Skywalker, Kylo Ren found himself recalled to the Unknown Regions where the First Order had emerged from. On Ilum, once a sacred Jedi stronghold, was Starkiller Base, which would play a vital role in the final destruction of the Republic and the false promise of peace and freedom it offered.

Unfortunately now was not that happy future, as he was inevitably called to an audience before Supreme Leader Snoke.

The room he entered was dark, with only faint red-highlights in the corners on the other side of the room. It was spacious with hints of stark architecture meant to intimidate those who entered, yet he advanced with unwavering confidence.

Alongside him was General Armitage Hux, the highest ranking military officer of the First Order, and the mastermind behind the new system for training and indoctrination of their Stormtroopers, as well as many of the First Order's key technological advances. Between the redhead, Kylo, and the Stormtrooper Phasma, they were the unofficial triumvirate under their Supreme Leader. Being the same age, and both dedicated to the First Order, the man should have been an ally for Kylo, only to instead be a bitter rival for favour before their master.

A light shone down at them from an angle overhead, and then the hologram of Snoke appeared towering above them.

Sitting upon his throne, he looked down at them with a restrained anger. With the light behind silhouetting him, they caught only glimpses of his scarred, mangled features. Nonetheless, they were well familiar with the giant's piercing intellect and formidable presence which blanketed the room.

"The Droid continues to evade your best efforts," rumbled Snoke, Supreme Leader of the First Order. "If the Resistance recovers it first, it will lead them to the last Jedi. If Skywalker returns, the new Jedi will rise."

"Supreme Leader," spoke up General Hux, "I take full responsibility for th—"

"General!" roared Snoke, standing up. He stared up to the heavens as if they would provide answers. "Our strategy must now change."

"The weapon. It is ready. I believe the time has come to use it. We shall destroy the government that supports the Resistance, the Republic." Seeing Snoke consider Hux's plan to fix this failure, Kylo turned his head to regard his competition, knowing that if their master agreed to this, it would shift the balance of power between them. Snoke retook his throne as he considered to examine the chances of this idea succeeding, and weighed the potential consequences of using the weapon now. "Without their friends to protect them, the Resistance will be vulnerable, and we will stop them before they reach Skywalker."

A mollified Snoke looked down at Hux. "Go oversee preparations."

"Yes, Supreme Leader," Hux proudly said. He openly turned to give Ren a look, and while his face remained a mask, a triumphant sneer danced in his eyes before he turned and left.

His weapon would be remembered as the finish blow for both the Republic and Resistance. His vision which had led the First Order to victory.

As the general walked away, Snoke turned his attention to his apprentice. "There's been an awakening. Have you felt it?"

"Yes," Kylo Ren flatly said.

"There's something more. A," and now he paused in uncharacteristic hesitation, "ripple within the Force. A change in how it flows. Possibly related to this awakening. Be wary, as this may be a test beyond which even you, Master of the Knights of Ren, are ready for yet."

"By the grace of your training," swore the dark armoured man, "I will be victorious."

"We shall see. We shall see." With a gentle, satisfied nod from Snoke, which bellied the viciousness he was capable of, the hologram faded away.

Left alone, Kylo Ren remained where he was as his mind raced. His Master was worried about something. Someone. Someone unconnected to Luke Skywalker. How much of what Snoke had sensed . . . been directly related to that girl? The one with the Droid?

While lashing out with his anger was normal for him, and a relief, he knew it was unusual of him to strike out at that officer like that while demanding details. Oh, he was irrelevant, just another of those weak, unfortunate fools bereft of the Force, yet he was still not in the habit of choking men who could have some use. His instinctive reaction to learning about the girl was unexpected. He knew it was the Dark Side of the Force guiding him then, trying to tell him there was something important about her.

If she was so strong that even Snoke acknowledged her, even without knowing her identity, then that made her . . . interesting.

Maybe of use to him in bringing order and stability to the galaxy. Guidance, so it would not consume itself in greed and indolence. A path to greatness that only the Dark Side could provide.

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Unknown Regions, Exegol

Far away within the Unknown Regions, there is a place amongst the stars where magnetic crossfields, gravity wells, and solar winds are all clumped together. To enter is certain death.

For most.

Within however, for those few blessed and guided by the Force, is a world covered in darkness. Where no sun, nor act of kindness has touched it in millennia.

Exegol, the last and most secret bastion of the Sith Order.

The most ancient and unending threat to the Republic and Jedi.

Underneath the dark, barren, rocky desert, are the last fanatical followers of the Sith beliefs, their homes and places of industry surrounding a Citadel where their rituals are performed, and the man who is all but their god resides.

Darth Sidious.

The Republic knows him as Sheev Palpatine, the man who fooled the Old Republic into electing him their Chancellor. Who caused the first great galactic civil war to weaken his enemies and amass greater powers, until he crushed whatever opposition he could while naming himself Emperor. History also recounts how he died, killed by his own apprentice and chief enforcer, Darth Vader. It was only to be expected though, as it was the way of the Sith for the Apprentice to turn upon the Master, to ensure each new generation was stronger than the previous one.

Unfortunately, everyone always underestimated Sidious' ambitions. How he intended to break the doctrine of the Sith to seize the galaxy for an eternity, including the refusal to let even death hinder him.

Mostly.

For while Darth Vader's, no, Anakin Skywalker's betrayal had been anticipated, it had been too early, and thus the process of transferring his essence to save himself imperfect. Oh, he had survived, yet his spirit was trapped within a defective clone body, incapable of containing his immense power, and quickly began to rapidly decay. Years of advanced science and Sith tools had only slowed the process.

Science and alchemy . . . and his unrelenting hatred pushing his body past all natural limitations. An all-consuming refusal to fail at establishing his eternal Sith Empire. This pure emotion allowing him to hold onto his deteriorating body so a replacement vessel could be sought.

Alas, from the beginning there had been only failure after failure. No other clone would suffice for the ritual, and nor had attempts to create altered ones been successful. No, it had become apparent that another Force Sensitive was required for a host; a young and powerful one. And who better than one of the Skywalker bloodline?

So he waited. His Contingency he had left for his Imperial loyalists upon his presumed 'death' was followed out, leaving grief behind for the Rebels, and hiding how many of the Empire's elite escaped notice. From the ashes of his Galactic Empire, the First Order was born, striving to reclaim their old glory in his memory.

To ensure they did it properly though, Sidious had created a puppet to rule them properly. Snoke served the purpose well, and even worked to help lure in Ben Solo, the malleable grandchild of his 'old friend' Anakin.

The boy grew up with Sidious whispering in his ears. Visions of his grandfather's ghost, seducing him with tales of the Dark Side. Gentle words, nothing overt or forceful for Jedi Master Luke Skywalker to sense, yet that made it all the more sweeter, as it meant that whatever Ben Solo chose, it was of his own free will. Finally, things had come to a head with his uncle, and the Jedi Academy had burned. Fearful for his life, he had run into the arms of Snoke, a powerful, sympathetic figure, who alluded his deformities to Master Skywalker as well, getting under his new apprentice's emotional guard as the first step in conditioning him.

Oh, Ben Solo, or Kylo Ren as he was now known, did not know he was being trained in the ways of the Sith, believing those to be 'failed' teachings. Except he truly was one, and as he continued down his path, he would inevitably find himself before Darth Sidious and the Throne of the Sith. And then . . .

Sidious stopped.

He had been using his Ommin harness to be carried about so he could enjoy the underground Sith Citadel. His pale, crippled and withered body moving amongst the comfortably familiar statues of past Sith Lords as he luxuriated over his plan, only to sense something amiss.

Something . . . different in the Force.

He closed his eyes, marshalled the strength in his pathetic vessel, and reached out with his senses. Trying to figure out what had changed. What was new?

Oh.

Well.

It appeared Jedi Master Luke Skywalker was back.

It was faint, yet he could sense the fool's return to the galaxy.

How unexpected, he thought. If too late to save your precious friends, family, or Republic.

He paused, before chiding himself, No. I underestimated him before. Even if it was his father, and the strength in his blood, this whelp is still the one who set things in motion. Fortunately I have a few extra surprises for him.

Once more Sidious extended his will into the Force, only now with a direct purpose as he knew where to direct it. He had spent years planting the most subtle of whispers in Anakin's son. Just enough to slowly create the necessary divide between him and his nephew, even as he took stronger steps against the weak minded child. Enough for a momentary lapse in Skywalker's control at the most crucial moment to destroy all of Kylo Ren's faith in him.

While the coward had also fled in the aftermath, those little dark tendrils within his psyche meant he was still being tracked. Surprisingly, those traces had vanished in such a way that could only mean that the last Jedi upon had cut himself off from the Force. Sidious had laughed at this realization, at how a Jedi Master rejected his greatest 'ally.' Plus, for someone so dependent upon and connected with the Force, such a move would only plague and worsen Skywalker's obvious guilt, grief, and depression. Why, he half expected to later discover that the hero the Resistance was dependent upon to save them . . . had killed himself.

What fine comedy that would have been!

Ah well, this merely offers the opportunity for me to see his face as he watches his nephew destroy everything and everyone he loves. It will be a good test for the child. And with my hooks in his psyche—

Unnaturally golden eyes flew open in shock.

Nothing!

He could find none of those old connections, and had only the barest sense of direction to where Skywalker was!

A purifying anger roiled through him, and his rotting and arthritic hands flexed as he could not make them into fists. He used that familiar emotion to focus his mind, and grudgingly acknowledged he had indeed underestimated the youth. Apparently he had discovered what had happened to him, and only pretended to cut himself off from the Force, while in reality he used it to cleanse his mind. Now he was back unexpectedly, and doubtless already carrying out some plan. Possibly one beyond Sidious' ability to pry upon.

How much does the Jedi know!? What is he plotting!?

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Unknown Regions, Ahch-To

With a grin, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker gulped down more of the Thala-siren's green milk. As he drank, his dark mood lifted a little.

While he had come to Ahch-To to eventually die, he had to admit the small treats in life, like such a wet and moist world as this, did make life a little better.

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Outer Rim Territories, D'Qar

With its Lush jungles, majestic mountains, and soothing plains, D'Qar was in many ways the spiritual opposite of Exegol. Moreover, it was the home of the Resistance, those Republic citizens who knew the First Order was a threat they had to fight against, despite what the Republic government claimed.

General Leia Organa Solo took a moment to let herself slump within her office, away from the eyes of everyone else. The men and women depending upon her to be their rock; unshakable, unmovable, and above all else, the unrelenting hero of the Rebel Alliance. All of that burden upon her shoulders.

Although things might be looking up now. A certain hotshot pilot, Poe Dameron, had just gotten back to them, just as they were intercepting some surprising First Order communiques. Apparently they were throwing massive resources into finding a certain Droid who resembled Commander Dameron's BB-8 unit. The man had confirmed that he had gotten the last piece of the map to finding her brother, and that his astromech had taken the data and escaped. Now all they had to do was get to BB-8 before the First Order did.

Then they would be able to find Luke.

Releasing a sigh, she felt for the bond she shared with her twin. While she knew she would sense his death, for years she had found nothing but silence from him. Nevertheless, she refused to give up hope in him. That one day he would—

She flinched.

There was something there!

Luke, yet not Luke!

What did it mean!?

For the first time in ages she cursed how incomplete her Jedi training was. How was she supposed to figure this out on her own?

Luke! Where are you!? What has happened to you!?

BB-8 could not be found fast enough.

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Hyperspace to Takodana, Eravana

Within the Han and Chewie's freighter in hyperspace, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker briefly stilled as he shored up his mental shields further.

Several people were reaching out to him in the Force, and while their presences were too blurred for him to recognize, he decided caution was wiser here in this strange, new galaxy, where he had far too many unanswered questions.

Hopefully Leia would be able to fill him in. Indeed, he suspected she was one of those individuals. Of course, first he would have to convince her too, as to his identity.

In the meantime, given the power he had felt behind those minds, maybe he should begin Rey's training sooner rather than later.

Truthfully, a part of him wished he and Mara could use this time in hyperspace to relax from everything they had been through these last few days, and get a better handle of their new situation. To say nothing of working out the increasingly awkward details of their new relationship; including figuring out more of what it actually is. What does getting married mean for the two of them?

Unfortunately, the path of a Jedi was not an easy trail to follow. In fact, the 'easy path' could be a seductive first step away from actually being one.

He and Finn had been just heading back the cargo hold of the freighter that was carrying the Millennium Falcon, with some meal packs and water from Han and Chewie's kitchen, while having a productive talk. The former Stormtrooper may have missed the Jedi Master's surprise, but honestly that was no surprise given the discussion at hand. They had drifted away from discussing about the Resistance pilot Poe, and then the First Order, and onto different things the former Stormtrooper should try now that he had the freedom to make his own decisions. He was a little leery about recreational speeder races, yet cautiously optimistic about going to one of the more lush parks to enjoy the greenery after a life of sterile indoors. The man also promised to try hot chocolate at the earliest opportunity.

Now though, it was best to wrap it up. Thankfully, Finn was eager for the excuse to stop, so as to let his mind settle and absorb everything. After recommending a nap as they rejoined the ladies, Luke excused himself, and strolled over to where Mara was still talking to Rey.

"—don't let the fancy tricks fool you though," the older woman said. "If a Jedi doesn't stop to use their head, they're as good as dead. The Force can work what seems like miracles, but curing stupidity is beyond even it."

Rey choppily nodded, drinking it all in. "What kind of miracles?" she gushed.

"Well," Mara tapped her chin as if in thought. "Making impossible shots. Knowing when an attack's coming before it happens, so you can defend yourself from it. Healing faster than with Bacta—"

"Bacta?" interrupted Rey in confusion.

"It helps promote healing," Mara smoothly explained, brushing over another area of ignorance for the teen. Clearly they would have to work overtime to catch her up with the rest of the galaxy.

When Luke came up beside her, she glanced up at him, and an understanding passed between them. As Luke turned away though, he marvelled at how not only had the entire exchange been silent of words, but the Force as well. With merely a look he had read her expression, and it felt as if an entire conversation had happened.

By the Force he had been dense and blind all these years!

Shaking that off, he focused his attention on Rey, he set down the ration bars and water, and asked, "Mind if I butt in before she starts sharing embarrassing stories about me learning to be a Jedi?"

Rey gaped at the implication that a living legend could be anything except perfect.

"Oh, I've certainly got a few stories," teased Mara, patting Rey on the shoulder. "For now though, I should go check up on our pilots."

As she walked off, Luke sat down and crossed his legs beside Rey; putting himself on her level to help put her further at ease. Meanwhile, Mara stalked off to do her own job.

After all, as much as he might want a break, like Mara he was happiest when working on something productive, and there was a lot for them to do right now.

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"So what's the name of this hunk of junk?" Mara said by way of greeting as she joined Solo and Chewbacca in the freighter cockpit. Neither was big on manners, and she had let them hear her approaching.

"The Eravana," grunted Solo, keeping his back to her as he made adjustments to the flight console. "So, fiancé, huh?"

"Surprised me too," she admitted.

"Like I said before, aren't Jedi supposed to be celibate?"

"Weeeell~," she dragged out the word with her best 'vapid bimbo' voice, "maybe that lack of sex is what led your Luke to snap and run away."

He whirled around with the steely glare of the man who was a hero of the Republic, and nothing like the scraggily lowlife he had let himself become again.

Mara met his gaze with eyes of green ice, letting him know just who he was messing with.

". . . Alright," he nodded once as he slowly relaxed against his chair. "Maybe you've got something that would let you keep up with the Kid."

Chewbacca snorted and huffed a comment, and her lips twitched at his observation. "Yes, well I suspect you'll have plenty of opportunity to see what I'm capable of."

"Nope," he warned. "Once I've dumped you off with Leia, Chewie and I are flying far away from whatever craziness you've got in mind."

Instead of addressing that, she changed the topic. "You said Leia was stripped of her title by her own people, and kicked out of the senate. Was that just regular idiocy, or are people that afraid of the First Order?"

"Both," he grimaced. While he clearly knew what she was doing, his need to defend his wife —ex-wife? No, he did not talk that way earlier— took priority. "Yeah they were afraid of her setting off the third galactic civil war when we were still recovering from the last two. Wanted to try diplomacy and junk. Except they were also ignoring all the blatant warning signs, including the ones in hindsight. Nobody goes to that much trouble to hide they're building strength without a bad agenda."

Chewbacca growled out a correction that Leia had technically not been kicked out of the senate, as they had lacked the power to do so. Instead, she had resigned as she knew there was no more she could do to help the Republic from there.

There was something off there. "Surely the Republic's fleets are up to the task?" The only reason they had not crushed the Imperial Remnant back home, was because no one was interested in the lives lost dealing with an entity which was no longer a threat.

Solo was surprised at that, so it was Chewie who growled out the answer. "Disarmament of 90% of the fleets!?" she gasped in disbelief. After their hard won fight, the New Republic she knew would never have even considered such a thing! Even ignoring the constant resurgent attempts by the Remnant to cause trouble over the years, between the Hutt's wanting a superweapon of their own, the Black Fleet Crisis, the Corellian Crisis, Kueller's attacks, and ongoing piracy, the Republic would never have survived this long if it had done something like that! Not even someone as non-militant as Chief of State Gavrisom would dare even publicly hint at such actions!

Oh, sure, there was a general reduction in producing new ships, yet they were holding onto the ones they had with a tight grip. Plus the ones actually being produced were of a higher quality.

Chest tightening with unease as she already knew the answer, "While the size of the First Order's fleet is unknown, everyone believes it's large, right?"
"Like I said," Solo tightly said, "they spent a long time hiding. Even after Chancellor Mon," Mon Mothma, "signed that peace treaty with what was left of the Empire. Only for this new version to show up."

This . . . was bad. She and Luke had been working under the unspoken assumption that if the Republic was still around, then it would have the muscle to back it up. Instead, it was in a precarious position. Moreover, she was willing to bet this Supreme Leader Snoke was preparing a fleet for a knock-out punch at the capital. Or had dusted off an old superweapon that Palpatine had left hidden away.

"So General Solo's left with whatever she can scavenge together for guerrilla warfare?" she said, making a jab at how he was supposed to be General Solo during all this mess.

His eyes flickered bitterly, before grunting, "Pretty much, yeah. All nostalgic. Where you with the Rebel Alliance?"

"I met Luke later," she deflected. Better to prove her credibility more before she revealed details like being Palpatine's personal and favoured assassin. Even if there had indeed been other Emperor's Hands, she liked to think she had been the best of them. Also the minor fact she was still technically a criminal, albeit one with a good relationship with the upper echelons of the government. "We ran into each other when he was dealing some smugglers, and some Imperials pursuing him too. He was lost in space with a broken hyperdrive motivator, and I sensed him calling out with the Force, and dropped my ship out of hyperspace. One thing led to another."

It looked like Solo was about to press further until Chewbacca elbowed him. With a significant look, the Wookie got him to drop it. They could go into it later. Now it was his turn to change the topic. "Got anything more to say now about your two tag-alongs?" He suspected they knew more, except they had not been able to question them given the need to run off and get them into hyperspace.

"The girl's a powerful and inexperienced Force Sensitive who has no idea of what she is capable of. Brilliant pilot though, and a skilled mechanic. Oh, and who we picked up from a desert planet."

Her smirk grew even along with Solo's eyes as he made the obvious comparison. "Oh, please tell me she's not another Skywalker!" he almost begged with a mixture of mild horror, denial, and resignation.

Ah, good. It seemed like one multiverse constant was how busy Han Solo would be trying to keep the twins from getting themselves killed. "Wouldn't surprise me if she's a distant relative."

He groaned, while Chewbacca guffawed. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, furball. You're riding along too. What about the other one?"

For Finn, Mara sobered up. "He's a defecting First Order Stormtrooper. Not sure he'll join the Rebellion—"

"The Resistance," he corrected a bit sharply. "Why not?"

"Same difference. And you all of all people should know that former Imperials don't throw themselves right into fighting against it. Especially after fighting off that type of indoctrination."

He glanced at Chewie, and something in their expressions made her realize that there was more than a test here. "What?"

Chewbacca made a series of barks and growls, which made her eyebrows rise, before narrowing in anger. "Really, they're abducting children for training? Wholescale?"

It . . . should not be a surprise. It was what had happened to her after all. Except, even for the Imperial Remnant they had preferred to conscript from young adults once the war had seriously started to turn against them. Nevertheless, it made sense as brainwashing them while young, conditioning them to total obedience without having to break them of the lessons they had learnt growing up, would only make it easier to turn them into the perfect tools. Unquestioning, and raised to believe whatever they had suffered in 'training,' was for a higher purpose. Slaves in all but name.

"You're worried if he's genuine or not."

Han grimaced, and Chewbacca huffed. "It's just rumours we've heard. Only, we haven't heard anything about other defectors either. 'Course, maybe they're just keeping it quiet. But we if they are, they're not running to the Republic where they'd be in the headlines about it."

They sat in thought for a moment, before he shrugged. "Whatever. I'll take your word you're not letting a viper at your back. What made him run?"

"He's so nervous, we haven't asked. We're planning to turn him over to the Resistance, with the promise of a new life in return for whatever he knows. He'll have to tell someone during the debriefing though."

A rumble from Chewie, and Mara grimaced a little in embarrassment. "Sorry. His name's Finn. No last name yet. And her name's Rey."

"Is the Kid going to be teaching her?"

"Most likely," she admitted. "Of course, it's dangerous to let any untrained Force User just run around."

"Leia and the Resistance can take care of her too, if she's not into fighting either," Solo reluctantly offered.

"Yes," Mara agreed. Because that was the kind of person Leia Organa Solo was, even if it meant passing over having such a potential resource on your side. However, Mara already knew Rey was committed to taking down the First Order. Now the trick was making sure she did not lose herself in the process.

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Now what's running through her pretty little mind? wondered Han Solo.

She was a sharp one, no question. Her face and body language also gave off no clues which told him she had received some serious training at it.

Which of course was another point against her being with Luke, any Luke, in his mind. He was not really one for secrets after all.

I mean, just look at them! Sure, she's got some dirt and grime on her, but what can you expect from Jakku? Other than that, she doesn't look like she's worked a hard day in her life, and that kind of exotic beauty makes me wonder how an open-hearted, honest, humble farmboy could've ever scored with her.

Can't be just a Force thing either. He wouldn't base it on just that.

And yeah, yeah, sure, Leia and I are from two separate worlds, only that's entirely different!

All this flashed through his mind before she changed topics again.

"So where are we headed exactly?"

He flashed her his second best, roguish smile; only his wife deserved the best. "What, don't you trust me, sweetheart?"

"You're Han Solo," she deadpanned. "You fly into hostile environments for the fun of it, like any other Corellian. More to the point, if we're going somewhere you're not afraid of the First Order finding us, and are comfortable with, that most likely means it's some sort of Fringe outpost. We've already dealt with two groups of them after your head, and I'll bet there's more."

Chewie huffed in amused agreement, while Han had to reluctantly concede that point. "You know Maz?"

"No."

Passing over what was probably another difference between how their universes worked, he gruffly gave a brief explanation. "She's a pirate queen. Really old, and really dangerous. Likes to give out cryptic advice for the fun of it. Thing is, her palace is also a safe haven for pirates, smugglers, the works. No violence allowed."

"So we'll take you guys and the Droid in to show her, and she'll believe me when I want to see Leia. Maz will have the right connections. Especially since I bet Leia'll already be buying goods for the Resistance through her."

"You're not worried about the First Order having put out a description and reward for Beebee-Ate?" Red skeptically asked. "We have enough people to leave a guard behind with him."

"Not my first rodeo," he huffed. "I might not know how to swing around a laser sword, or spout hokey, mystic riddles, but don't lecture me on how to do smuggling."

To his surprise, he caught a glimmer of amusement at that. Interesting.

"There's a lot of Droids in the galaxy," he went on. "Plus, given what it's holding, I don't want to let it out of my sight. So it's staying by me."

"And needlessly reckless," she argued.

"It's. Staying. By. Me," he emphasized in his firmest voice. This was the way to find Luke after all, and he was not going to cow to anybody about that. Not even another Luke and his shifty maybe-Jedi companion. "You don't like it, then just be ready with your little Force tricks if anything happens."

She met his glare with her own for about twenty seconds, before she shrugged her shoulders and gave a sharp nod.

Okay. Good. Red was not the type to get offended by 'norms' talking back, nor demanding things be her way all the time. Except he could not shake the feeling she had also withdrawn to give him that very impression. Well, they were stuck in a foreign universe apparently. Speaking of which . . .

"So how're you holding up?"

Instead of answering, she just raised an eyebrow in a silent query for him to elaborate. Impressive at how much emotion and command she put into such a small gesture.

"With this whole alternate universe thing," Han bluntly said. "You and the kid might've been trying to hide it, but I can read him like a book, and even you were clearly shaken when you figured this all out."

Briefly she stiffened before regaining control of herself. Yeah, definitely upset.

"We'll manage," she simply said. "We'll need to grab some time to sort matters out, but it's not like we've got much choice except go with the flow of the Force on this." There was a definite hint of bitterness to her voice on the last bit. Not very Jedi-like that.

Before he could interrogate her further, she abruptly turned to walk away. "I got what I need. I should get back to see how Luke's handling teaching Rey."

Mara got a few steps before she turned her head back to the older men. "By the way, a little warning. Things will be a lot easier for Luke if you're not dumping all your hopes solely on his shoulders. You'll find it'll go a lot easier for you too. By the sounds of things, this mess with the First Order isn't something one person can solve all on their own."

With that parting shot, she briskly turned the corner out of sight, leaving Han and Chewie to exchanged weighted looks.

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Well, reflected Mara, that was informative. Maybe I should've stayed longer, but I want to see how Luke's lessons are going. I don't want him to get cocky with another student, and mess her up as well.

With a touch of irritation, she double-checked her mental shields to ensure her thoughts remained private from Luke. That connection was going to take some getting used to, and she did not want any of her thoughts leaking over to him as a distraction.

No, the man could teach, and do it well. She remembered his own efforts when they had been on Wayland together. It was just that his track record with extra-powerful Force Sensitives was less positive. Hopefully together they could nip any problems in the bud though.

Hmm, and as much as I might dislike it, it might be helpful for her to witness Luke and I working out our own relationship. Personal attachments are where she's going to struggle the most.

She knew that Luke allowed his students to have those for his Jedi, and even outright relationships, in violation of how the Old Jedi Order had operated. Granted, individuals like Corran Horn would have ignored him if he said otherwise, and frankly Luke had been in too many relationships beforehand to feasibly enforce it. She wondered at what point he had even learnt about that piece of history.

Except she also knew Corran had come close to the edge of the Dark Side in trying to save his wife, as had Kyle Katarn for Jan Ors. Mara herself was hardly going to turn her back on Karrde and the friends she had made among her fellow smugglers. To say nothing of some of the stupidity Luke had committed over women in the past.

She also suspected he had come close to the Dark Side only a few days ago when Admiral Parck had put her behind the Force-repelling influence of ysalamiri. After all, in such a state it would seem as if she had 'disappeared' from the Force like they had killed her. While he had resisted the temptation to give in to his darker emotions, she knew that was one of the things they would have to discuss in private. Later.

Nevertheless, Luke and the others had learnt as best as they could from their experiences. She knew that while the new Jedi were taught how attachments could be a source of strength, they were also warned of the dangers it posed. The extreme lengths otherwise good and decent people would find themselves willing to go, to save those they cared for. The principles they were willing to violate to save them from any number of threats. Or how thoughts like jealously or betrayal could twist them up inside.

It could be hard for regular people to understand the danger involved, since everyone risked this every time they got close to people. Regrettably, for Force Users, such emotions could threaten to leave them consumed by the Dark Side, lashing out at the galaxy around them.

The Old Jedi Order had thus discouraged forming such attachments wholescale, out of the desire to remain totally neutral, and to help ensure their Knights were never in a crisis where they had to choose between the life of single person they loved, or thousands of innocents. Making it a blanket rule for everyone to follow also simplified things, by ensuring they did not have to examine each Jedi's relationships and why some had to be discouraged from them, while others were trusted to make them.

Except that was the 'easy way,' and it had eventually backfired on the Jedi. While she was unaware of the specifics of the rise of Darth Vader, his rabid fixation on his son, a child who he was never supposed to have birthed in the first place, made Mara strongly suspect his Fall had involved Luke's mother. Moreover, she had read from the Jedi histories Karrde had collected, ones written by various neutral sources, as opposed to Imperial propaganda, which had lamented how distant the Jedi had come from the very people they were supposed to protect. It had made it harder for people to mourn their loss when Palpatine had hunted them down, and easier to believe his lies about them as well.

That's not to say Rey's like how Anakin Skywalker was. It's just that she's desperate for her own attachments with people, individuals she can trust after having no one like that on Jakku, and that makes her vulnerable. She's got to learn how to connect with people, care about them and be cared about in turn, while staying safe.

Teenage girl drama, with the added complication of enough power to bend durasteel with her mind. Just how I wanted to spend my time.

Upon re-entering the cargo hold where the Falcon was kept, Mara found herself reinforcing her shields again to hide her surprise.

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Luke knew he had to take a different approach than normal to help Rey.

For Leia, his first clumsy attempt at training another, he had jumped right into lending her his lightsaber, and set her up against a combat remote like Ben Kenobi had done for him. During this he had tried to coach her into giving the Force enough control. It was only years later, after having taught others, that he had come to truly understand not only how innately gifted his sister and he were, but also the importance knowing the emotional health of his students.

When he had started training Leia, she had already been a grown woman then, with a steely spine who had endured unimaginable horrors and emerged from them with her self-control and morals unyielding as ever. There was no fear of her turning to the Dark Side. Ever.

Rey had none of that confidence or certainty, and while he believed her to be a good person, he was unsure of how much her own convictions had been tested, and in what regards. Of course, in order to survive a place like Jakku, even from what little he had gleamed of the place, he knew she must have self-discipline, and had overcome personal challenges before. It was just that she was now outside of her comfort zone, and as naïve as he had been at that young age. Only time would tell if she had the inner steel to withstand whatever the galaxy threw at her.

Regardless, the sooner she began to learn about the Force, and what being a Jedi Knight really meant, the better. Detractors of the Old Jedi Order might have scathingly accused them of only wanting children so as to better indoctrinate them, only to overlook how even Luke acknowledged there had been good reasons to start so early. Including why the Jedi Code was so strict. Growing up and going through life, any mistakes or accidents for those Force Sensitive could have far greater consequences than those without it. Or from lashing out with their emotions.

Not that he was particularly concerned in Rey's case. If she were given to lashing out with her anger, he was sure that she would already be aware of the Force by virtue of the targets of her anger going flying. Instead, her incredible power had likely only manifested in 'hunches,' and good instincts and reflexes which had helped keep her alive so long. No, she evidently had good self-control, and appeared to a fundamentally kind and generous —if not necessarily soft— soul from what he had observed so far. There was no trace of the Dark in her. It was merely a case of giving her the tools so she could stay that way.

Artoo and Beebee-Ate were conferring with each other, comparing information and history, which was good of them. Finn came by to watch from the side. "I know what you said about getting a rest, it's just that I'm still too all keyed up. Besides, I want to see how Rey does." He had been shocked to learn she was Force Sensitive, yet also openly delighted for her sake, which Rey had deeply appreciated. His continued presence from choosing to spend his personal time to watch her perform, further fueled her joy. Currently she was sitting cross-legged on the deck at her own initiative, the very picture of an eager student.

Taking his cue from how Ben had begun Luke's training, and how Rey had already been shot at today, it was decided to start with the basics of the lightsaber. They would get into the philosophy right after. With his hard-earned experience, he knew how people on the cusp of adulthood, and having grown up concerned about day-to-day survival, were more interested in practical concerns they could grasp right off, rather than delving into spiritual matters. He would have to gently guide her into that.

"This is the traditional weapon of a Jedi," said Luke, holding up his trusty lightsaber. Although his following speech was different than Ben's had been, as he had grown up in a time when a thousand years of Jedi authority meant the mere sight of a lightsaber could end conflicts. "When wielded properly, it can be elegant, precise, and for both offense and defense. However it is not perfect, and many of the Jedi I have taught have shown a preference to having skills with other weapons too. Here, watch me."

Since he lacked a combat remote to shoot at her, he ignited the blade, and fell into a kata for students who had a few years under their belt. A bit flashy, yet well suited to excite your audience, while not appearing too difficult to learn.

He caught the awe on both Finn and Rey's expressions, and deactivated the blade. "Now you try," he offered Rey the hilt.

It took her a moment to process what he said before jumping up eagerly, only to almost-physically cut herself short from outright grabbing for it. With hesitation and palatable awe, she reverently accepted it. Stepping back for more room, she proceeded to activate the blade herself, and copy Luke's movements.

Perfectly.

Her form was absolutely perfect display of that kata, with the relaxed precision of a master.

The Force flowed through her, helping her guide her actions, even as her own body effortlessly adapted to the motions.

"Wow, very well done!" applauded Luke with joy, making her flush. "Alright, let's try a few others." Again and again she mimicked him, drinking up his praise like it was water. Speaking of which, "Get a drink so you stay hydrated," he said. "Actually, let's get some food too. Finn, did you eat yet?"

Belatedly realizing how hungry and thirsty they were, both Finn and Rey quickly hurried off to where the man had left the ration bars and bottles. While they scarfed it all down, Mara came up to join him. He had sensed her reaching the bay when Rey was halfway through, and while he had not felt anything through her shields, the very fact they had been raised told him she had been as shocked as him.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Productive," Mara neutrally said. He knew from their expressions that there was a lot unsaid there, but he could be patient. "And you?"

"Well," grinned Luke, "Rey's a natural, that's for sure!"

"Is she now?" asked Han as he sidled up.

"Yep. You should go see her later. She was also a natural with the Falcon, both as a pilot and mechanic."

While Han was skeptical, if anybody could judge a pilot it was Luke, so it was a good reference. He caught Rey glancing at the rest of the bars, he indicated for her to eat up some more if she was hungry. "You'll need your strength," he winked.

For any of Luke's regular students, they probably would have been suspicious of all his enthusiasm, except it was obvious Rey needed all the approval and validation she could get. The trick would be slowly weening her off it, so she was not so dependent upon Luke for it, while her own talent would lead others praise her as well.

A part of him was also a bit wary of how well she was doing.

The young woman's talent with a lightsaber, especially for what was supposed to be her first time, was beyond anything he had ever seen before. She had also been surprisingly quick and at ease giving the Force such control over her movements, and to an unexpected degree as well. Many of his graduates, full-time Jedi Knights, would have struggled with such a connection to the Force.

It was not at all a bad thing, merely . . . curious. Definitely curious. And with the Force, there were rarely, if ever, any 'coincidences.'

"Rey, I should have asked this sooner: do you have any prior experience with weapons?"

"Uhm, just my staff, Master Skywalker."

"Oh? Can you show me later?"

Nodding enthusiastically, she crammed the last of her latest bar in her mouth, and hurried off to the cargo hold. Sedately, Luke followed, with a still slightly nervous Finn right behind. Truthfully, he had meant to get started on the philosophical stuff while they digested lunch, yet no matter. If she got cramps from rushing right into exercises after stuffing herself, it would be simple lessons right there. Including telling your instructors you needed a break first.

Her weapon was a metal quarter-staff, a little taller than she was, and obviously something she had salvaged from somewhere.

And then she began twirling it. Spinning it around at imagined targets. She lacked the finesse, the refined fluidity he has witnessed in men and women trained in martial arts use staves before, yet there was unquestionable skill present. Economic movements, nicely balanced footwork, perfectly shifting between one stance and grip to the next. Yes, he could see how she could have modified her abilities here to suit a lightsaber, even if it should still have been incredibly difficult.

"Very nice," Luke complimented again, while Finn briefly clapped. However she caught her teacher's distraction. "Is something wrong?"

"Hmm, no, not wrong at all. Just one moment." Looking around, he found a piece of serviceable rope, and went up to her. "Can I see your staff?"

Instantly she offered it to him, and he unclipped his lightsaber, he tied it onto one end with some convenient rope, and ignited it. "Try now."

Face alight with expectation, she made a few cautious swipes with the new polearm, getting a feel for it, before dropping once more into her previous forms. Adjustments were quickly made, without a single burn into the deck of the ship or any nearby debris as she re-created her entire fighting style. Faster and faster she went, completely lost in the sheer joy of what she was doing, while the Force flowed around and through her.

It was anyone's guess how long she could have gone on, only for her to be snapped out of it by awestruck beeps by Beebee-Ate.

Breathing heavily and dripping sweat, she fumbled to switch off the lightsaber. Stepping forward, Luke took the staff from her to get his weapon back, and guided her to sit down on a convenient crate. "Very well done," he emphasized.

"That's certainly new," said Han, striding over, hiding his own shock.

"Definitely impressive," said Mara, bringing over some water for the girl to chug down.

"'Impressive?'" gushed Finn. "That was amazing!"

"Never heard of someone doing something like that with a lightsaber before," added Han.

"It's rare," admitted Luke. "But using a sword is not mandatory. A lightsaber's design is a personal thing, with some Jedi Knights in the past preferring the Long Handled Lightsaber design. The Emperor's Shadow Guard also used Lightsaber Pikes. A staff like that is longer than normal, but it's entirely up to her how she wants to design it in the end."

Having gotten herself under control, Rey asked, "So I can make my own?"

"Yes. Some Jedi go through several designs as they themselves grow and change. You may want to practice a bit with different ones first though, to find out what length you want in the end. Including how vulnerable you feel the longer design is."

"Because the longer grip provides bigger target for people to hit and destroy," she instantly caught on.

"Precisely. Also how well you feel you can do against deflecting blaster bolts, which is the main threat Jedi face." He said nothing about Han's son, as she was much too fresh to even consider facing him yet. "But given what I have seen, I am sure you can manage. You might also be interested in designing your blade with adjustable lengths." Privately, he suspected her final design she arrived at would be a regular lightsaber which could be screwed onto her staff which she carried on her back, while also connecting to controls down the pole. Indeed, it would be beneficial if she had an alternative weapon to handle fights, without exposing herself as a Jedi. A versatile design for her to be sure.

Flushed with exertion and joy, Rey stood up to give him a deep bow. "I won't let you down, Master!"

"Please, no bowing," he firmly said. She was a little taken-aback, but he decided to switch things up a bit. "Now let's take a break to discuss more of what it means to be a Jedi. Because it's not just about waving a lightsaber around."

Quickly she composed herself and sat back down, aiming to be as composed and attentive as possible while he lectured. "In the Old Republic, for a thousand generations the Jedi Knights were guardians of peace and justice. They did this by healing, diplomacy, and yes, by fighting when there was no other choice. What sets Jedi apart from other people, is their greater connection to the Force. The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.

"However," and now he looked stern, "it doesn't make us better than anyone else. Indeed, it can be dangerous. The Force is in all beings, and we are all equal before it."

She nodded, and he could feel satisfaction from Mara.

"Being a Force User does not automatically make someone a Jedi, as we are a just a single sect of it. A religion if you will, on how we are to co-exist with it. A Jedi uses the Light Side of the Force, and opposes those who use the Dark Side." Luke had to be careful how much he said about that for now, having learned from Kueller's example, to say nothing of his own failings, the danger of providing too much right off about the Dark Side. A warning was necessary, but emphasizing how emotions could field greater powers was not something he wanted new students considering. Moreover, given what had happened to Ben Solo, it would be negligent to keep completely silent.

Moreover, it was misleading to say 'the Dark Side is more powerful.' A more accurate description, was that it was almost entirely for the purpose of hurting and killing people, which was a wholly different matter.

"With the Light Side, the Force is our ally, and it guides us so that we can achieve so much more. For life is what creates the Force, and that is the side it is on. With the Dark Side, one imposes their own will upon the Force, only for it invariably corrupt you, leading to nothing but great loneliness, sadness, fear, and empty promises. My father, was Anakin Skywalker, and Fell to the Dark Side to become Darth Vader," a revelation which visibly startled her. "He believed it gave him power to protect those he loved, yet the Dark emotions and actions he embraced only consumed him, and cost him the very people he had embraced them for. It was not until the very end he let himself accept this, and turn back to the Light, knowing it would kill him."

Yes, a careful emphasis that the Dark Side would cost her any friends she wanted to make.

He could feel the surprise from Han and Finn, and encouragement from Mara. Artoo had a few snippy beeps for Vader though, which Luke ignored. "Any questions so far?" he asked the pale girl.

Swallowing, she shook her head, and said, "No, sir."

Hmm, well hopefully she comes up with some later after she's had a chance to unpack all that. Talking with someone else might help, and I can trust Han to push on it. Maybe she'll approach Finn for that matter.

"While there will be some parts where I will need you to be patient for in the future, for the most part I need you to speak up if anything concerns you. That way you help me be a better teacher."

"Yes, sir."

"Alright. Are you sure you want to learn more about being a Jedi? Or do you just want to learn more about the Force so you can safely use it?"

Mara spoke up at that, "I spent years using the Force before deciding to be a Jedi. Others have chosen different paths as well. It's not an easy life."

"I'll become a Jedi, and make you proud," Rey declared with resolution.

"I'm sure you will," Luke said with a small smile. "For our first lesson into the more formal matters is the Jedi Code. It is 'Emotion, yet Peace. Ignorance, yet Knowledge. Passion, yet Serenity. Chaos, yet Harmony. Death, yet the Force.'"

The Jedi Master held up a hand before she could say anything. "Think about it. Reflect upon it. Even just a single part at a time. This is a philosophy which defines a Jedi's life, and something like that cannot be truly understood at once. It is broken up like that for a reason after all. But most importantly of all," and he saw her flinch back at the intensity he knew was in his eyes, "that version of the Code is not perfect, nor the only one that has been made. My own teachers followed a different one, while this is the one I follow, and teach my own students. In fact, it is what the Jedi used to teach before the one my teachers had. However," he gently if firmly emphasized, "each Jedi must come to understand what it means to be a Jedi on their own. Question your own path. Debate it. Let the Code guide you, not define you. Explore what it means to depth of your heart, because being a Jedi Knight is a never-ending journey, because the Force is vaster and more mysterious than you can yet imagine."

Mara was fighting to hide how attractive she was finding her fiancé right now. Although it's a pity he started up his Academy before having this sort of self-understanding about being a Jedi, or teaching about it. Otherwise I might've stayed. At least a little longer.

Gulping Rey bobbed her head. "Yes, Master."

Now with a light smile, he finished, "But above all, never forget that a Jedi is not to be a warrior. Our purpose is to strive for knowledge and understanding between sentients. We are never to be the aggressor, resorting to violence only in defense of themselves and those who cannot protect themselves. All while serving the Force and letting us guide our actions. And that? That I know you can do."

Her smile and hope lit up both the bay and the Force.

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Author Notes:

In that whole inner POV by Sidious about how he destroyed Luke's Academy, you will note I carefully omitted what role Ben Solo played in the destruction of the Academy. Luke's testimony was that Ben and students loyal to him destroyed it, but a more recent comic said Ben killed only a single student in self-defense, and that a lightning bolt out of nowhere (strongly implied to be done by Snoke or Sidious) killed the rest. I have several issues with that new canon, including Luke or later investigators being unable to figure out what had happened, followed by why such a powerful lightning ability was not used in other ways.

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Some of you may be wondering why I do not have Rey learning how to use a Double-Bladed Lightsaber, and the reason is simple: they are really, really, hard to use. You do not start a novice, no matter how gifted, on one of those things. Not to mention the whole issue of having to adjust to a far shorter grip from her old staff. Putting a lightsaber on one end of said staff though, allows her to retain much of her old fighting style that is supposed to be the basis of how she was able to adjust to a lightsaber, a completely different type of weapon, so easily. Here she gets to keep the weapon she is most familiar with.

Of course, while handy for cutting people down, would take some adjustment for blocking blaster bolts.

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The part about the discussion about the Force was greatly helped by reading "A New Jedi in an Old Republic" by JonBerry on the SpaceBattles forum. Has excellent examinations into the Old and New Jedi Order Codes, as well as the Sith Code.

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A final detail I do want to emphasize here though, is the Movie!Luke's 'training' of Rey was frankly outright dangerous. He had a very powerful Force user with him, and his own psychological issues aside, what he was saying and doing was the sort of stuff more likely to lead her to the Dark Side by trying to teach her to fear her own power, and deriding the Jedi teachings to the point she looked for alternatives. In fairness though, he never really had any experience as a teacher himself it seems, particularly with students who would point out his own failings so he could correct them, and his own lessons on becoming a Jedi were both highly abbreviated, and geared more towards a prodigy like himself. As Mara likes to point out, Legends!Luke made a lot of mistakes as a teacher, and as a Jedi, for years. The trick is he managed to learn from them.

That said, I am not going to be just bashing Movie!Luke, as I will be aiming to give him some proper depth.

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