Since you can't PM guest reviews I'll put in a little authors note's if someone has questions about the story.

Axcel: Light sabers are not lasers. It's even acknowledge in the star wars universe that people wrongly call lightsabers "Laser Swords". They are beams of plasma that are focused through the Kyber crystal and held together by a magnetic field. This is also how Pyrrha messed with Jaune sabers. Her semblance is polarity, which deals with controlling magnetic fields. You break apart the field holding the plasma together and bad shit happens.

Its also now cannon that Sith corrupt crystals to "bleed" them red by submerging them in the dark side. You can even redeem or heal these crystals and they become a whitish\silvery color. Ahsoka's new sabers in rebels are even examples of this as they where crystals she took from an Inquisitor she killed. The Sith crystals being synthetic was retconned.

Now obviously I'm deviating from cannon somewhat. Many of the Force powers such as Pyrokinesis and Emerald Lightning are strictly legends and even the Sith Lord was from legends. But I'm trying to find a healthy balance. Using legends as a basis because of all the interesting lore it built up (And a proper Luke Skywalker, not the shell of a hero in the new cannon), but also using the new cannon for the setting and to fill/replace things that where quite frankly ridiculous in legends.

Unknown Regions

General Armitage Hux was not in a particularly good mood at the moment. Feeling an evermore familiar migraine approaching he brought his hand up, gently massaging his head.

The source of his frustrations came from a myriad of sources.

Ranging from Ren and Supreme Leader Snoke frivolously wasting military and strategic resources hunting down what was left of those damn religious zealots, incompetent troops who accidentally shot themselves in the foot forcing him to promote some sanitation workers to infantry roles, and finally an arms dealer who was so rich and snobbish that her sex toys where probably made out of pure gold and chromium.

Speaking of the said arms dealer.

"Your shipment of defoliator warheads will arrive within the week General." A hologram of a blonde female human informed him as she sipped from a wine glass.

Hux's eyebrows furrowed, "They better for the price we're paying for them."

The woman waved him off, "My dear general, you don't know the lengths I went to obtain those specific warheads. Only the C.I.S had any idea how to manufacture them, the shipment you bought are the last ones in the entire galaxy. I could've easily charged you triple the price."

Indeed she could have. The defoliator warheads where a special kind of W.M.D, capable of vaporizing all organic life within a certain range while allowing machines to be completely unharmed.

If the First Order could reverse engineer the weapon than their armored divisions could roll into areas completely unopposed. They could take cities without ever having to destroy infrastructure or manufacturing capabilities.

Of course that all depended on if they could find out what made them tick.

"Of course Astaria. The First Order thanks you for your generosity." Hux said with a forced smile.

"I'm sure they do." She said before disconnecting.

With a frown instantly marring his face with the end of the call, Hux walked over to his desk and uncorked a bottle. His eyes traced the room that he had spent hundreds of stressful days and nights orchestrating the destruction of the Republic. Making deals and decisions that were best left away from the Supreme Leaders attention.

His private office.

Pouring himself a generous glass of the amber liquid that had been in the bottle he sat down and relaxed into his chair. The firmness of the chair is just right, courtesy of the Krayt leather it was made from.

Spinning around he faced a grey wall that stood behind his desk and snapped his fingers.

"Blast shield up." He ordered.

The mechanisms in the wall whirred to life and the wall split down the middle to reveal a window, which held a view of-of a beautiful and cutting-edge mega city that sprawled for miles in all directions.

This megalopolis was Terros, located on the planet designated as Terra.

The planet was rather interesting, to say the least, intriguing enough that it had captured Hux's attention when scouting ship's had first discovered it deep within the unknown regions and the report was sent to his desk.

Unlike so many planets of the galaxy, Terra hosted more than one biome. From tropical jungles to mountain ranges capped with snow, it even had a rather large but beautiful body of water that surrounded it's seven continents. Combined with the fact that it hosted an atmosphere perfect for most sentient life, it had been designated as a paradise world.

It strangely even had a human population of a couple hundred million, though they were only at medieval level technology.

It was perfect for what the general had in mind. A stable world is hidden so far in deep space that no one without its coordinates would ever find it unless luck was on their side.

Hux had quickly secreted the file away all those years ago, ordering those that had discovered it to secrecy. Telling them that keeping the world a secret was of the utmost priority.

It was then that he set his plan in motion.

Gathering officers who were loyal to only him and utterly xenophobic, even to their Supreme Leader, he promoted them or stationed them on ship's that had met unfortunate ends or suddenly disappeared.

All in all, within a couple of years two fleets worth of ship's had completely disappeared from the First Orders ranks.

Such were the dangers of traversing the Unknown Regions.

Of course, they hadn't actually disappeared. He had slowly filtered them to Terra, having the ship's easily subject the barbaric population while providing equipment and building drones for infrastructure.

Hux had than slowly skimmed millions of captured Humans from planets the first order had captured, sending them to the Terra. Which wasn't as hard as he initially thought it would be. Turns out in a galaxy with trillions of beings, no one really noticed when a few million disappeared every couple of weeks. Especially when the planets they were being taken from where out of contact with the rest of the galaxy.

All in all, everything Hux had put in motion over a decade ago was going smoothly.

He had his own personal planet with an ever-growing population that would one day rival the core worlds, his shipyards were producing state of the art ship's, the cities that had been established cranking out weapons and armor for his own army, and even terraformers to start expanding from this planet.

Draining the last of the amber liquid Hux's eyes lingered on the view for a while longer.

"Soon it will be all mine. All I need is to keep pushing Snoke and the rest of the order towards war with the Republic, while they'll grow weaker from fighting each other, I'll only grow stronger." He muttered, "Than when I've won, I'll make sure none of those damn Force Sensitive freaks will ever rise to power again."

A smile came to his face. Maybe letting Snoke and Ren run around the galaxy hunting down the other freaks wasn't such a bad thing after all. Especially if it kept them distracted.

Hux stood up and donned his officer's coat, before calling his shuttle to take him back to his fleet within the First Order. He had domino's to set after all.

Beacon

"So… anyone knows why there's a glowing trash bin in our dorm room?" Yang asked.

The team had just got back from dinner and were about to go their separate ways to unwind for the night. Blake was planning to read her smu- books, Yang who wanted to chat with her sister, Pyrrha readying to go to the maintenance shops to see about repairing her weapons, and Jaune was going to excuse himself to the roof to meditate.

They certainly weren't expecting to see the little droid in the middle of their room.

"Beep!" The astromech chirped in irritation, completely sick of blonde assholes calling him a trash bin.

"Hey, language!" Jaune admonished the droid.

Yang raised an eyebrow at her partner apparently understanding the thing, "I'm guessing you know what it is? And did it just curse me out?"

" This is R2-D2. He's a personal assistant and engineering droid." Jaune told his team, "And yes he did Yang. The little tin-can has an advanced A.I, making him almost sentient. As such he's developed a bit of a personality, and a mouth to match it."

R2's sensor glowed red while looking at the two blonde partners and it seemed to rock in agitation before stopping and turning to look at the other half of the team.

The Astromech's sensor turned back to a light blue and introduced itself with a series of chirps.

"It's nice to meet you R2," Blake said, feeling slightly weird introducing herself to a machine.

Pyrrha bent down and patted the droid on the head, "The same R2."

Satisfied with the introduction, R2 wheeled around and went into the dorms living area. But not before throwing one last look and an indignant chirp at Yang and Jaune.

"Did the robot just glare at us?" Yang asked.

"Like I said, almost sentient." Jaune shrugged, "He'll get over it."

With that Jaune went over to his bed and grabbed his some of his regular civilian clothes from the drawer.

"I call bathroom first. I'm going to get out of this stuffy uniform before I head out."

Yang snorted and flopped down on her own bed, "I don't see why you hate the uniforms so much. I think it's actually quite comfortable."

"Maybe that because you get to wear a skirt and a lighter jacket. The men's uniforms, on the other hand, have stiff pants, ties, and even an extra layer under the jacket that you girls don't."

"All I'm is hearing is you being a crybaby."

Rolling his eyes Jaune went into the bathroom and began changing. He stripped down to his briefs and started putting his regular outfit on. By the time he came out Pyrrha and Yang where nowhere to be seen, only Blake was there.

She was sitting quietly on the bed with her nose stuck in some black covered book. Nothing weird about it really, except that her breath seemed baited and she was sporting a light blush on her cheeks.

"You alright Blake?" Jaune asked in a slightly teasing tone, fully knowing that she was reading something raunchy.

Her eyes flicked away from the book in surprise and towards him, the blush on her cheeks deepened realizing she had been caught.

"Oh…Jaune. I thought you had already left with the other two." She said bashfully.

"Nope, was just getting out of that uniform. But I am leaving, figure that I'll go meditate on the rooftops for a bit." Jaune said while walking towards the door. Opening it to leave he threw one last glance at his teammate, "Have fun with your smut, just to be done by the time the rest of us get back.

The door shut behind team Jaybirds leader, leaving Blake with a roaring blush at having been found out and muttering how the other two must never know.

. . .

'Breath, just breath.' The knight thought, recalling Luke's words while meditating.

Breathing in the cool air helped him focus. Just like when he was a child, being underneath the starry night sky always helped him feel more at peace. He was sitting on one of Beacons roofs that were far away from any windows or balconies, slowly letting his consciousness slip into the Force.

He had to admit that Luke was right when he said that Remnant was a strange world. He could feel the overwhelming brightness of the light side emanating from Beacon, courtesy off of all the Huntsman and Huntsman in training that resided there. Yet alternatively, he could feel the smothering darkness of the Emerald Forest.

The entire planet itself seemed like it was in a constant battle between light and dark. The two forces seemed to be in a constant state of unrest as they pushed off each other.

But this night he felt something different, something he had never sensed before. It seemed to be floating around him.

Jaune's brow furrowed in confusion at the foreign entity. It didn't feel like darkness or the light, it almost felt... grey. With no little amount of curiosity, he expanded his senses towards it and tried to probe it. But instead of the whispers promising him power beyond his imagination or gentle reassurance that he usually perceived from the two sides…

It grabbed his mind.

Jaune panicked and attempted to pull back, only for the entity to strengthen its hold. It felt like it was pulling him towards something, and it was getting closer and closer until…

. . .

With a gasp he felt his eyes forced open, giving him a view of an unfamiliar room. Everything seemed to a stark grey with the occasional white light built into the walls or ceilings.

Jaune looked around in complete confusion, 'Where the hell am I?'

"Who are you?" A deep voice asked from behind him.

The knight whipped around to find a man in his late 20's looking at him with alarm and confusion. The man was dressed in black armor with a cloak being wrapped around it.

To Jaunes surprise the man had lightsaber holstered on his waist, albeit the strangest lightsaber he had ever seen. The thing looked like it was pieced together haphazardly and it even had a cross guard on it.

"Who am I? Who the hell are you?" Jaune asked standing up while tentatively keeping an eye on the man's lightsaber. All while he was slowly moving his hand towards his own.

Now you may be wondering why he had his sabers on him. Afterall Beacon usually had its students keep their weapons in their lockers until needed. But for Jaune, his sabers were a little bit harder to replace than the average Huntsman's weapon if something happened to them. As such he decided to just keep them on hand at all times.

That and he didn't trust those damn rocks lockers.

Kylo meanwhile was having a similar reaction to someone just appearing in his quarters.

'What the hell is a schoolboy doing here? And how dare he talk back to me! Does he not know where he is?"

The dark knight didn't know how some kid got into his private quarters, much less onto a star destroyer. Perhaps he was part of a class tour from the New Imperial Academy? The kid was wearing a black and red class uniform.

"You don't get to ask-", He paused as he saw Jaune's hilts.

More specifically, Jaune's older hilt.

Kylo's eyes narrowed, "Where did you get that saber!?", He paused, "Why do you have lightsabers?"

The fallen Jedi grabbed his saber and activated it, the unstable crimson energy shooting out of the emitter.

With the appearance of the crimson blade came a dark aura of power over Kylo and it was staggering. It almost felt like how Jaune imagined Luke would be if he used the dark.

As the aura of darkness settled Kylo's eyes flickered from a dark brown to a sulfuric yellow.

'Sith!' Jaune thought upon seeing the crimson blade, 'These guys are supposed to be dead! First, the old Sith Empire one and know this guy? Luke sure did a pretty shitty job of wiping them out huh?'

Jaune ignited his own golden blade and brought it up to defend himself.

With a snarl, Kylo slashed his blade towards the young man's chest only for Jaune's saber to intercept it. Pressing forward with his weight Kylo attempted to break the lock with pure strength.

Jaune grunted at the immense weight that Kylo was pushing on him, still reeling from the blow he blocked a second earlier.

'Damn, this guy hits like a truck. I'm going to need some Force enhancement if I don't want to be skewered.' Concentrating Jaune empowered his muscles with Force and began pushing back.

The light surged and wrapped itself around Jaune, almost parallel to how the dark had wrapped around Ren earlier. Even the young Jedi's already blue eyes seemed to glow a brighter azure color.

Kylo's eyebrows rose in surprise at the sudden surge of power the boy suddenly displayed. He could feel the light now freely flowing off the kid in waves.

"Who are you boy?" Kylo asked once again over their saber lock, "How are you so powerful with the Force?"

This was not some random kid with Force powers, this was someone with training. And Kylo only knew of one man who could still be training someone in the ways of the light side.

"Tell me where Skywalker is!"

Before Jaune could retort he felt himself become light-headed, and he felt the pulling sensation from earlier come back. Then as if their sabers exploded, a flash of light blinded them both. Leaving an angry Kylo Ren alone in his room and a confused Jaune back on the rooftops of Beacon.

. . .

'Well, that was new.' Jaune thought looking around. Making sure he was truly back at Beacon. Looking up he saw the same starry night sky he always did, and Vale was glowing in the darkness in the distance.

With a shaky sigh, he tried to think of an explanation of what the hell had just happened. The foreign feeling that had surrounded him, being transported mentally, he assumed, to another place, and apparently meeting another Sith. Or at least some other type of darksider.

Luke had taught him that those with a deep connection to the Force could experience visions of the future or past. But that couldn't have been a vision, after all both him and the man had interacted.

Sitting there collecting his thoughts for a few minutes about what had just happened, Jaune pulled out his scroll and brought up Luke's number. He wanted to know if

Luke knew what that was, and to warn him about another possible Sith.

Mistral

"At one point I thought that stormtroopers, Hans snoring, and Leia's constant nagging to stop being sarcastic towards politicians and royalty were the most annoying things in the galaxy." Luke muttered to himself while easily sidestepping a swipe from an Ursa, "But you shadowy kriffers might just take the cake."

The iconic green lightsaber came around in an arc quickly cutting the Ursa in half. Spinning around Luke brought his sword down on the skull of a charging Beowolves that had attempted to blindside him.

With a grunt, he turned to face the rest of the hoard that had decided to crawl out of the woodwork after he had dispatched the first pack of Beowolves earlier. And what a hoard it was. In the six or so years he had spent on this damn planet he had never encountered one this big. Usually, he would just run into a pack or two of wolfs or a couple of bears.

But this posse seemed to consist of everything but the kitchen sink. Beowolves, Ursas, Nevermores, Beringels, Deathstalkers, and even a King Taijitu had chosen him as the daily special.

Unfortunately for them, Luke had decided he was off the menu.

Focusing on a point in the middle he started exciting the matter in the air around them at an incredible rate. Earlier he had taught Jaune that by doing this on solids, liquids, and gases it could create a roaring fire. But one who was well refined in the ability and strong enough in the Force could take it to the next level.

*Boom*

The energy he had poured into the surrounding matter violently expanded and released itself all at once. Or as we would simply call it; an explosion.

Quite a big explosion too.

The area was suddenly filled with a dust cloud that lingered for a while before the wind carried it away. Leaving an untouched Jedi master, a crater, and half a mile of trees that had been toppled by the sheer power of the blast.

"Eww." Luke grimaced in slight disgust when he noticed a bit of Grimm gore stuck to his boot. Thankfully the substance seemed to already be dissolving into black mist.

Looking around at the destruction made Luke smirk, "I may be old, but I still got it. Now, anyone else likes to join the party?"

His call out was met with the hum of the wind and the ever-present noise of nature in the distance.

'That's what I thought.' He thought and began walking through the destruction to where the trail started again, 'Hopefully, I can make some good time now that it seems the Grimm have gotten the message to back off.'

He maybe had taken five steps on the trail before his scroll went off.

"By the Force what no- oh it's Jaune." Luke's frown turned into a smile at seeing his former apprentices name on the scroll's screen, "Wonder why he'd be calling this late at night for."

Tapping the accept button he brought the scroll closer to himself, "Nice to hear from you kid. So how's Beacon?"

"Tell you later, we have a problem on our hands." Jaune cut straight to the point.

Luke's smile dropped, "What kind of a problem?"

"I think we have another Sith on the loose, or at least another darksider."

"What!?"

The Jedi master couldn't believe it. Another one? Had another ship with a Sith in cryostasis crash landed on Remnant along with the Harbinger? If so than this had to be the unluckiest planet that he had ever been on.

"Jaune, where did up you, see this darksider?" He asked.

"Well, that's kinda a long story." The knight answered back.

Sensing the area around him one more time to make sure nothing was coming Luke began walking again, "And I got time kid. I'm just traveling on some back trail in Mistral's outback right now, help me kill some time with the explanation."

Jaune paused, "Why are you on a backtrail deep in the outback?"

"Some secret mission Ozpin wanted me to do. Apparently, some village went dark for no reason and he wants me to check it out."

"Uhh, should you be telling me this? Won't Ozpin be kinda pissed that you're telling me secret stuff?"

"He might, but he can take it up with me if he doesn't. Now, tell me what happened."

. . .

"I'm going to be absolutely blunt with you Jaune. I have no idea what happened to you." Luke said.

"What?" Jaune replied, "How? You're the new grandmaster of the Jedi Order, you defeated Darth Sidious and Vader. How could you have never heard of something like this?"

The Jedi master suppressed a chuckle at Jaune's shock. It seems that his former apprentice had fallen into the same way of thinking that the rest of the galaxy had.

"Knowledge and power are not the same Jaune. Yes, I may be powerful because of my heritage, but that doesn't mean I know everything. So much knowledge was lost after Order 66 and the emperor's obsession with hoarding knowledge of the Force. There are still many aspects and abilities that I have not rediscovered. You should also remember that history is written by the victors."

Jaune adopted a confused tone at Luke's last point, "What do you mean?"

"The New Republic's history books will tell you I marched right to the Emperor's throne room and single-handedly bested both Sidious and Vader. That is propaganda. While I had defeated Vader in a duel, it was my father who was the one that eradicated the Sith."

"And your point?" The knights still confused voice came over the scroll.

"My point is to not buy into legends. Every legend and fairy tale has a grain of truth in it, but usually, it is blown out of proportion." Luke lectured, "I wouldn't be surprised that in a hundred years most people believe that the rebellion only succeeded because of me and that I solely was responsible for saving the galaxy."

Taking Jaune silence as confirmation for him to continue Luke began speaking, "I've never heard of vision being so realistic, this Foreign presence must be responsible for why you were brought before a darksider. Especially if he was also surprised at your presence. Tell me, what did he look like?"

"He was human, black hair, and brown eyes that had become yellow when he tapped into the dark side. He was pretty powerful too, his presence in the Force made the Sith from the harbinger feel like a padawan in comparison. It actually almost reminded me of you whenever you become semi-serious. He even knew you apparently, he demanded I tell him where you were."

'Ben.' Luke thought sadly.

It made sense now. If both were the chosen ones or champions of their respective side of the Force, then it wasn't a coincidence that somehow they both had connected to each other. Especially since Jaune had mentioned that the presence that grabbed his mind felt grey. A midway point between the light and dark had bridged them together perhaps.

But why? What was the point of having them interact?

"Luke," Jaune asked, "you still there."

The old Jedi's attention snapped back to reality, "Yeah I'm here. Listen I'll call you back later if I can come up with anything. You be careful, and don't go probing any more foreign presence."

"Alright then, see you later old man."

Beacon

It was half past midnight when Jaune finally got back to the dorm room. It seemed that his little confrontation with the darksider had taken more time than he thought. Combined with the long chat he had with Luke he wasn't really surprised at the time when he checked his scroll.

Opening the door as quietly as possible he slipped in and shut it gently. His three teammates where already sound asleep in their beds and he didn't want to wake them. Both out of politeness and fear of what they would do to him if he interrupted their sleep.

His experiences with his own sisters and mothers had taught him the dangers of interrupting a woman's beauty sleep.

Tiptoeing past their beds he reached his own and looked at the drawer beside it, deciding not to take a shower or change clothes. He was too tired from fighting Pyrrha and his encounter to care, so he just laid down his regular attire. Afterall he had just put them on when he had changed out of his uniform earlier. They were probably clean enough to sleep in.

Resting his head on his pillow Jaune closed his eyes. Hoping to forget the troubles of what had happened earlier.

'Hopefully, I'll just forget about this stuff after a good night's rest.' He thought wistfully as sleep took him.

Only he wouldn't forget. Because instead of the restful blankness sleep usually provided him, tonight it was filled with rage-filled sulfuric eyes.