Outsider Chronicles: A Key in the Force

You know, when I died, the very last thing I expected was to be reborn on a dust ball planet as an annoying brat who'd go on to become one of the most famous villains in cinema. To bad I have no plans of going off the deep end! Sidious can suck it.

So I found this while rooting through my google docs looking for something else and, since it was finished, I figure I might as well post it. The idea is silly and makes no actual sense, but it probably seemed like a good idea at the time. Plus, Star wars is actually one of Disney's properties, so it does technically work. And with that, you can probably guess what I have in mind. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

You know, I've never liked sand. Going to the beach was always my least favorite type of holiday and not just because I find sitting around in the sun to be utterly dull. I've also never really been that much of a fan of the heat. Combine those two dislikes and I have to wonder if I did something wrong in my last life considering I've apparently been reborn in a damned Desert. Oh, and you want to know what the worst part is? The dust bowl I found myself in was Tatooine and I had the unenviable 'luck' of being this universes Fates personal punching bag, Anakin Skywalker. Fuck my life.

You know, its really amazing that no one from the Order turned up before Qui Gon and Obi Wan considering just what I was capable of. Knowing what I did, it was easy to figure out how to tap into the Force and use it to my advantage. I couldn't do anything too overt for obvious reasons, but helping me take some of the weight of when I was working and guide me when fixing or building things was definitely in. Plus, it made me too valuable to risk 'damaging the merchandise'. I am so blowing this place to smithereens once I can get out of here.

I was ten years old when the shit hit the fan and I don't mean the Jedi showing up, although I have a suspicion that their approach might have had something to do with it. The day was reasonably normal as far as life as a slave on Tatooine went and, as usual, I fell into bed at the end of the day, completely pooped. Normally, that would be it and I'd sleep through to the next morning with nary a dream to disturb me. This time however, things were a tad different.

The first indication that something was wrong was when my feet touched down on a solid surface. Understandably confused considering that, last time I checked, I was in bed and the surface felt more like glass than rough sandstone, I opened my eyes. I was met with darkness for barely a moment, before it seemed to fly away in a flock of white doves that had somehow formed out of the darkness and revealing a circular platform of stained glass beneath me. The platform depicted me looking rather sorry for myself with a full grown version looking one way and Darth Vader looking the other above me picked out in exquisite detail.

I blinked a couple of times as I stared at the strange sight. Why did this seem so familiar?

"Don't be afraid."

I jumped at the unexpected voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

"Time is very short...but take your time. You don't understand this yet, but you are the Key."

My eyes went wide. Oh god, this couldn't actually be…

"There is power within you," said the voice, apparently ignoring my rapidly growing feeling of utter disbelief, "If you give that power form, it will protect you."

No, no, this wasn't possible! Theres no way this could be…

My thought was once again cut off as the platform began to shake, dumping me on my behind as three plinths slowly emerged from the surface of the glass, each one holding a floating weapon. A sword, a shield and a staff.

"What path will you take?" asked the voice, "All paths lead forwards. Don't be afraid."

"Oh, I'm far past being afraid," I muttered as I got to my feet.

I walked over to the first weapon, the sword, and reached out to take it. Sure enough, the yellow guard was marked with the familiar three circle symbol.

"The Power of the Warrior," said the voice, "Great power and courage. Terrible destruction and burden."

By this point, I honestly had no idea what I should be feeling. Was this really just a dream or was it genuinely what it appeared to be? I mean, I'd rather be a Keyblade Wielder than a Jedi in the grand scheme of things, if only because of the magic, but how was this even possible? I paused at that though. Was I, a child literally born from the Force, really going to complain about things not making sense?

I shook my head and refocused. Dream or not, I might as well play along. Now, which to pick? I walked over to the staff and grabbed it.

"The Power of the Mystic," said the voice, "A staff of wonder. A staff of ruin."

I grinned. Now that sounded like fun! Plus, I liked the idea of being able to rub the fact I could do magic in the faces of the Jedi Order.

"I choose this," I said.

"What will you give up for this power?" asked the voice, "All power has its price."

I walked over to the shield. I'd never been the type to just stand by and cower. A shield was all well and good, but sometimes, you just had to hit something until it stopped moving.

"This, I don't want this," I said.

The shield vanished and the platform began to shake.

"Oh hell," I muttered, right before it disintegrated and dropped me into the darkness.

"Stupid fucking metaphysical journeys," I growled as I slowly got to my feet.

I looked down at the new platform. This one depicted Qui Gon, Obi Wan and Yoda, each looking incredibly serious and lifelike.

"Eesh, now thats eerie," I muttered.

"Be careful!" said the voice, "There will be times where you have to fight. Even here, there is darkness."

I blinked as a flat shadow emerged from the dark of Qui Gons hair and slithered over Yoda's face where it pulled itself up into three dimensions. I tensed, holding the staff at the ready as the Heartless chittered and pounced at me. I swung the weapon and cracked it over the head, sending it flying across the area, dissolving as it went.

"Well, that was easy," I muttered.

"Don't drop your guard," warned the voice, "The Darkness is always just behind you."

I turned, just in time to see puddles of the stuff engulf the three Masters and surge towards me. I barely had time to react before it surged around my feet and I started to sink. Even knowing that I was technically in no real danger, I found myself struggling against the deathly cold grip of the Darkness. Every instinct I had demanded I get loose and RUN as far and as fast as I could. However, it was useless and within seconds, I was engulfed.

I let out a gasp as the warmth came rushing back and I found myself laying on another circle. I was really starting to hate this place. I looked down and saw that this circle depicted my Mother, her face lined with stress as she worked on something I couldn't quite see. I scowled at the sight. She deserved better. Hell, everyone on this accursed dust ball deserved so much better than to suffer under the yoke of the Hutts. One way or another, I would have to deal with that eventually. Suddenly, I found myself hoping that this would actually end in me getting a Keyblade rather than it being a strange dream.

"The time is so far off and yet so near," said the voice, "The time where you will open the way. But don't worry. Take your time."

My head snapped up as the door appeared out of thin air. It was made of a gorgeous white wood unlike anything I'd ever seen before, carved with vague impressions of vines and trees with finely formed, brass handles. Despite knowing it was pointless, I couldn't stop myself from moving forwards and gripping the handles. The door opened a fraction of an inch, releasing the most beautiful and warm light I had ever seen. It was enough to bring a tear to my eye in the instant before the door slammed in my face.

"SOB OB A…!" I yelped, grabbing my newly throbbing nose.

"It is to soon to open the door," said the voice gently, "You are not ready yet. Don't worry, the time is so far off and so near."

"You bastard!" I growled, "I dink you broke by dose!"

CRACK!

I yelped as my nose reset itself and the blood that had leaked out shot back up where it was supposed to be. I was so busy cursing whatever it was that was responsible for this place that I missed the way the world changed around me. By the time I'd finished blinking tears from my eyes enough to look around, I found myself standing in what looked like the Theed palace throne room. My eyebrows went up as I looked around the room and took in the people stood looking at me. Next to the door stood Obi Wan, Sidious stood by the window and Padme was sat in the throne. It was rather odd to see a Jedi and a Sith knowingly stood in the same room without someone getting killed.

I shook off the thought and walked up to the Sith. Might as well get this out of the way quickly. Sidious eyed me as I approached him.

"Alright, lets hear it," I said.

"What are you most afraid of?" asked the Dark Lord.

I snorted. Of course he'd be the one to ask me that. It was a little eerie to hear the genuine curiosity in the Siths voice though.

"I guess...I fear falling," I said, "I don't want to be a monster."

Sidious smiled thinly.

"One mans monster is another mans hero," he said, "Make sure you know which is which."

With that, he fell silent and I headed over to Obi Wan.

"What do you want most out of life?" he asked.

"To be able to make my own path," I said

"Is that really so important?" asked the projection.

I pulled a face. Even knowing that it was just an image projected by the dream, I could actually imagine a Jedi master saying something like that. I turned away from the Jedi and walked over to the Queen. She was wearing her handmaidens disguise and, if she really did look like that and not just a projection from my own imagination, I could certainly see why Anakin fell for her. She was beautiful.

"What is most important to you?" she asked.

I smiled softly.

"My family," I said simply.

Padme gave a blinding smile and nodded slightly.

"You are afraid of falling, you want to walk your own path and your family is the most important thing to you," said the voice, "Your journey starts in the dead of night. Keep strong and the stars will guide your way."

The world dissolved and I found myself on another platform, this one depicting Vader strapped to the table after the surgeries that saved his life after getting dumped into the lava. I scowled at the sight. That was one image that I would never allow to come to be.

"To feel fear is Human," said the voice, "But you have no need to hold it. Abandon your fear and look forwards. That future is gone so walk forwards. Never stop. If you retreat you will age, if you stop, you will die. Your power can destroy as easily as it can protect, but always remember that it is your power."

I blinked a couple of times. I'm not entirely sure why the voice was quoting Zangetsu, but it was good advice nonetheless. Then I shook myself off as more Heartless started clawing their way out of the floor and readied myself for a fight. It didn't take long. Heartless might be dangerous in large groups, but their honestly not that smart and it wasn't exactly difficult to kite them around and batter them to death one at a time.

Once the last one had been reduced to existential dust, a set of stairs appeared leading up to the last platform. Wanting to get the hell out of here and wake up from this stupid dream, I hurried up them and found myself on a platform depicting a massive, crimson heart and a very bright light.

"The closer you get to the light, the darker the shadow you cast," said the voice.

I twitched and turned around. Sure enough, my shadow stretched and pulled itself from the floor into a dark version of me that quickly started to expand into a massive creature that looked like it was made of thorns with a heart shaped hole in its chest.

"Don't be afraid, you hold the mightiest weapon of all," said the voice.

"Yeah yeah, power of light and all that," I muttered as I adjusted my grip on the stick, "Lets get this over with."

The Heartless let out a soundless roar and swung its hand as I jumped forwards, the head of the staff glowing faintly.

"HUBAHDA!"

I jolted awake and sat bolt upright, my eyes wide as the dream faded.

"What the actual FUCK was that?!"

Sooo yeah, blatantly obvious what I have planned, although I do have to wonder what a Keyblade wielder would do the the SW universe, even neglecting to mention the fact that Canons already taken a nosedive.

As I said up top, I found this while looking for something else. It was already finished, but for whatever reason, I never bothered to finish the AN and post it. No idea why, but whatever.