Fall of Empires, Fall of Orders

Over two centuries have passed since the Battle of Yavin 4, and galactic civilization has changed thanks to a world from another galaxy.

Earth. The people of this world have changed things, advanced ideas beyond what the people of the home galaxy could ever have dreamed of.

Now two Jedi prepare for their trip to Coruscant - one for knighthood, one for passing the trials to take the title - but neither know that they will change the course of history...

Theta-class T-2c Shuttle

Hyperspace en-route to Coruscant

"I'm amazed they still have these things in service." This was the opinion of the young man who looked to be about 21 years old, with short brown hair and brown eyes wearing a set of black and red Mandalorian Shock Trooper armor merged with black Jedi robes, sitting in the co-pilot seat of the Shuttlecraft, watching as Hyperspace sped by them. "This thing is literally hundreds of years old… then again, they kept Hammerhead's in service for over four thousand years old..."

The man in the pilots' seat sighed as he adjusted an odd looking lightsaber. "Remember the Mara Jade?" He asked. "Old as piss, yet she survived the trip from the home galaxy to ours. Same can be said for lightsabers, blasters and just about anything, really. At least, until WE entered the fray."

"True." The young man said with a light chuckle. "Then again, the Mara Jade is a Star Dreadnought, and Lightsabers and Blasters - while following the same principles - evolved over the years. But as long as it gets us to Coruscant in one piece I won't complain."

The black-blonde man activated the lightsaber, keeping his eye on it. Something his counterpart noticed. "Well, regardless, I'm supposed to be tutoring you in the areas you seem to be lacking." He said. "At least, until we get promoted to Knight."

"I appreciate it." The young man said nodding, as he held his own Lightsaber in his hand. "Nice to have someone helping me in my warm-ups I suppose… it beats doing it solo, believe me."

"At least we don't have to go into carbon fre-" A second blade of plasma erupted from the OTHER end of the lightsaber, the tip touching the deck plating. "Christ almighty, I thought I fixed that switch!"

"Oh? I thought that was a single-bladed Saber." Jordan Tackett said, mildly surprised. "Maybe you should consider replacing the switch itself?"

"I've tried. I've done it. And that STILL happens." Ronald Pinkerton deactivated the lightsaber. "I'm surprised; I thought everyone back home knew about this devil of a saber. Scared the shit out of the masters when I built it."

"What do you mean?" Jordan asked, "Its just another double-bladed Lightsaber, isn't it? What's so special about it?"

He held up the hilt, showing the uniqueness of the weapon. It was only the size of a standard hilt, not the long double-hilts Jordan was familiar with. "Ever heard of the Sith Lord Exar Kun?"

"Of course," Jordan said nodding, "Former Jedi Knight whose quest for knowledge became a thirst for power, became one of the most dangerous Sith during the Great Sith War."

"And what about his lightsaber?"

"...Oh."

"Yeah. Somehow, I recreated the damn thing." Ron said. "Didn't even do it on purpose: just fiddled around with two training sabers when I was a kid and during practice, I activated it and scared the shit out of the masters."

"How do you know its a perfect replica?" Jordan asked as he picked out his second Lightsaber, and connected it to the end of the other. He hit the activation switch revealing the red blades with black cores. "Double-bladed Lightsabers are not that uncommon… though Exar Kun was the first one to use one."

"I've studied historical accounts." Ron said. "Short, single hilt, just like this one. Not saying I recreated the weapon: that's stupidity of the highest order. I recreated the mechanism. Blue crystal as well, although that's because I don't want it exploding on me. Speaking of explosions, when the hell are we going to arrive at Coruscant?"

"About an hour at least." Jordan said as he deactivated his sabers, reholstering them. "Its a long trip afteral. We could pass the time with the Oculus XI."

"Not a fan." Ron said, "Plus-" The shuttle rocked for a moment. "Oh, PLEASE tell me the relativity shielding's still working. I don't want us to be five centuries late for the ceremony."

"Its working, don't worry." Jordan said, as he flipped a few switches. "This ship's old, but they wouldn't send us to Coruscant on a ship without a working relativity shield. And I gave this ship an inspection before we took off, remember?"

"Better to be paranoid." Ron said sighing. "The last time this happened, a man was sent forward in time to just before the start of the Clone Wars." He paused. "Uh-oh." A disturbance in the Force. And BOTH men felt it. "This is bad."

"I felt it too." Jordan said, his eyes narrowing. "But everything says the systems are fine..." he stood up as he approached the back of the ship. "I'll be right back!"

Ron grabbed his equipment, donning his standard outfit. "I suspect we're going to be in for a VERY hard landing." The tunnel that was hyperspace began to accelerate and warp. "Jordan, we have a problem." The problem was about to get worse. The tunnel flashed. Right before they blacked out.

The first thing Ron knew when he awoke was the wreckage of the had crashed. That much was certain. "Jordan! If you're alive, answer me!"

There was a few moments of silence, before he finally got an answer. "Fuck… did anyone get the number of that speeder?" Jordan's voice came through, followed by him appearing through the door, a bandage wrapped around his head that was starting to get red. "Can you move, Ron?"

"I'm fine." He said, "And the speeder was marked SD123-FU." A crude joke, but it worked. At least before they realized where they were. "Uh...does this look like the interior of the old Senate building to you?" While it hadn't been used in centuries, the building itself still existed. There was ONE problem. The dome had been destroyed and they were inside the Senate chamber.

"Well, shit." Jordan said, as he pulled out what looked like a briefcase from one of the lockers. "Well, at least it was a building no one uses anymore. Nothing some construction droids can't fix in a few weeks."

"Yeah, but-" The pair paused as something flew overhead. A thrilling sound was heard. The sound produced by something long since unused. "That was the repulsor unit for a Low Altitude Assault Transport. Infantry deployment/support model, if I remember correctly."

"I… think so." Jordan said, "Don't see many of those now days, I heard they're used by police forces in the outer rim… stupid decision. Damn things are like the Huey's of the Clone Wars, still reliable today if someone spent the time to keep them up to specs."

"Huey or not, there aren't any on Coruscant." Both looked out of the wreckage to spot the ship, its back turned to them. When it turned out of the ruined dome, they spotted the markings. Red and black on white. "Either we're hallucinating, or that's a Grand Army of the Republic LAAT/i."

"Then that thing must be old." Jordan said, "Haven't seen one of those in GAR colors outside of museums in a long..." however the LAAT/i's sides then opened, revealing the occupants being men wearing red on white Phase-I Clone Trooper armor. "...da fuck?"

"Oh, shit." The LAAT/i put down, and the troopers disembarked.

"There they are!"

"Put your hands on your heads!"

"Do it!"

Both blinked. They all had the same voice. "Fucking clones." Ron muttered. "Well. I guess it's time to perform a Darth Vader."

"I think now is the time to run, Ron." Jordan whispered back. "Not Fight."

"Yeah, but I think this would be called a-"

"blast them!"

"Fighting retreat - back in the shuttle!" Ron shouted as they both hopped back into the cover of the shuttle as the Clones opened fire. "Got a plan to escape!"

Jordan glanced up at the shattered roof. "Well… I could escape myself..." he said, "Are you afraid of heights?"

"No, but we need to get out stealthily." He said, "Back of the shuttle and shut the hatch: we can cut through the hull and escape under the Senate chambers. And blow up what's left of the ship to cover our tracks."

"Alright," Jordan said, "I'll follow your lead on this one."

Both Jedi entered the rear hatch, which Jordan sealed before Ron activated his lightsaber and cut through what was left of the shuttle's deck plating, lifting it up with the Force before adjusting the length of the plasma blade to over two meters, enough to cut a hole through the floor of the chamber. "Think you can set what's left of the hypermatter core to blow? We can't let them take what's left of this once-proud junk pile. No offense."

Jordan tapped a few commands on his wrist-mounted datapad "Already done." He said, "We've got 30 seconds before this ship blows, plus a fair word of warning to the Troopers out there to be fair. Now… Let's Go!"

Ron activated the only working exterior loudspeaker. "Attention, clones!" He shouted, "20 seconds to big boom! Run or die: your choice!"

"That was cheesy."

"but straightforward. Let's go." both men leapt into the room below, which was the same room Grandmaster yoda faced Darth Sidious in 19 BBY before taking it into the Senate chambers. "So, enjoying coruscant, Jordan?"

"Never a dull moment." He said, as the two quickly made their move to escape the building. "Though I don't like what we're seeing… did we really go back in time to the Clone Wars?"

"It's been done to a point: Jacen Solo used Flow Walking to see what happened during Operation Knightfall." Ron said. "But to this degree? Very rarely has a true case of time travel happened." An explosion was heard from the chamber, doing more damage to the building. "If this is during the war...Stupid question, but do you sense anything massively powerful in the dark side of the force? Because I can't."

Jordan focused for a moment "I certainly feel something powerful," he said, "But… it doesn't feel as powerful as I'd expect considering this is the time Palpatine was in power. Maybe we overestimated his potential, along with that of the Jedi of this time period?"

"We need more information." Ron said as they ran through the halls. "Palpy's office is closeby, isn't it? We can find out what happened at the Senate building, too, thanks to the security monitors there. Still, it's over two kilometers away. And the ground is swarming with clones and probably with Jedi. Think we should...appropriate a speeder?"

"You get a speeder, I'll get the office." Jordan said, "I'm the better computer expert out of either of us anyways - and considering their computers are literally hundreds of years old… this'll be a cakewalk for me."

"Don't get caught." He said, "If the Senate was in session, your job just got a bit harder. I'll find us a taxi. Have fun, kiddo." Ron waved before running off, heading in another direction.

Jordan grinned a bit as he ran down the other direction, using his memory of the senate building from the several times he took tours through it when he was a kid. It only took him a minute as he arrived at Palpatine's office, there were a pair of guards already there, though he used the force to knock them out easily enough. He opened the door, and was slightly relieved that no one else was present inside.

'Good, wasn't looking forward to fighting Palpatine.' Jordan thought, as he locked the door behind him as he approached the computer desk. 'Even though I probably COULD take him on with my master's training… ' he activated the terminal, plugging his Datapad into it as he ran his infiltration software on the terminal.

Just as he had expected, his Datapad's software proved superior to centuries old technology, and not even a full minute later he had access to all of Palpatine's files. Every last dirty little secret he had ever kept, every last one of his contacts, it even possessed the locations of all of the secret Vaults Palpatine possessed, containing billions of credits, decades-spanning tactical data, priceless works of art, and many captured Jedi and Sith artifacts he had collected over the years. However what really caused Jordan too grin was the last file - the schematics to the original Death Star itself.

'Perfect.' He thought, as he began the downloading process as he copied all of the files into his datapad. It had more than enough space for it all.

"Jordan, I've secured a speeder. and our troubles multiply." Ron's voice came through the Commlink.

"Define troubles, Ron." Jordan replied.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano just arrived." He said. "We can rule out 19 BBY: she was kicked out of the order in the beginning of that year."

"Alright, I'm downloading Palpatine's files now." Jordan said with a chuckle. "Goddamn and a fuck, you wouldn't believe the shit he's got on this thing. He kept everything in this thing."

"Access the security footage if you can, but do it quickly:" Ron said. "more gunships just arrived, and I'm starting to think the 501st is going to be wondering if we're dead or not."

"Yeah, yeah, I've-" Jordan said as he accessed the security cameras, and his eyes widend"-whoa." The footage archive showed that there was, indeed, a session of the Senate in progress. Then a Force Storm akin to a typhoon appeared, scaring the shit out of the Senators, but Palpatine, in the center spire, had no time to escape without blowing his cover, and even if he did, their ship appeared less then two meters from the would-be emperor. He was killed on impact. They killed Darth Fucking Sidious, the man called the Living Incarnation of the Dark Side of the Force by almost everyone.

And they did it in the most insane, unrealistic way possible.

"Ho...ly… hell..." Jordan muttered, "Ron… you're not gonna believe this… but… I think we just killed Sidious."

"...Fuck me sideways, this day just can't get much worse." Ron said. "Get out of there. NOW! The Three Musketeers just entered the building with three squads of clone troopers!"

"Ninety eight… ninety nine… one hundred." Jordan said, as he closed his Datapad. "I got all the data copied, if you want I can delete the originals so no one else finds this stuff."

"Tempting, but we don't have time, plus if the Jedi discover that shit, they might just decide to not kill us if they catch us for practically destroying the Senatorial building AND killing the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic." Ron said. "Get out of there, Jordan: I can't rescue you from three Jedi, especially if one of them is the future Darth Vader!"

'If only you knew who was my master was for the last few years.' Jordan thought to himself, as he prepared to leave. However… he looked at the data on the Terminal again… and he selected some of the files pertaining to the Vaults, the specs to the Death Star, and other smaller files for deletion. He hit the execute button, as the data was deleted, leaving more than enough data to reveal who Palpatine really was all this time. "Right, I'm heading out." he said, as he put his Mandalorian helmet back on, and picked up the suitcase he had carried from the shuttle. He then used the Force to shatter the window behind him as he moved to jump out.

"Stop!" A voice called out, as Jordan glanced back as he saw none other than Obi-wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka, along with a squad of Clone Troopers. "Drop your weapons, and surrender peacefully!"

Jordan glanced back for a moment, smirking under his helmet as he subitably activated his helmet's built-in voice modifier with its… special voice.

"I think you'll find that me and my… associate have done you a major favor… Jedi." Jordan spoke, however his voice now sounding like Mark Hamill's Joker, before letting out the oh-so familiar laugh which sent chills down their spines. "Wanna hear a Joke? In Principality of Zeon, Colony falls on YOU!" He then laughed maniacally as he then jumped out of the window, and right on time as Ron's speeder sped past, as he landed on top.

"You had to go for flashy." Ron muttered, "Who do you think you are, Revan, pre and post-redemption?" Before Jordan could retort, they came under fire by a LAAT/i's forward blaster cannons. "Lovely. They tailed me. So much for stealth."

"You drive, I'll take care of them." Jordan said, as he activated the magnets in his boots as he stood up on top of the speeder, drawing out one of his Lightsabers as he did so.

"Are you crazy?!" Ron shouted back, "You're gonna get-" However he was cut off as the LAAT/i fired another volley of Blasters, as Jordan began deflecting them away. However, the LAAT/i then fired one of its ball turrets… and Jordan proceeded to catch the beam with his bare hands, absorbing the energy, before he shot it right back at the LAAT/i, hitting its starboard wing, damaging it, forcing the Gunship to break off pursuit.

"Nice work." Ron said, nodding. "Very Yoda-like: reminds me of when he redirected Force Lightning back at Dooku and Sidious." Ron froze at the mentioning of Sidious' name. "Oh, Christ, we KILLED what everyone considers to be the ultimate fucking Sith Lord of Darth Bane's Order. and we weren't even conscious for it!"

"Don't worry, I got the recording." Jordan said, smirking as he displayed the video of their ship crashing into Palpatine on the screen of the speeder. "Hehehe… I could watch this all day… the fucking dark lord of the Sith killed by a shuttle coming out of fucking nothing."

"I wouldn't say nothing…" Ron said. "Remember the Eclipse's destruction? blown up by an out-of-control Force Storm? I think that incident a few years ago with that advanced Flow Walking and that made this happen. The New Order created this...alternate past. The original still exists, it's just...unavailable to us now. Fuck, I hate temporal physics."

"Hey, look at the bright side." Jordan said, "At least we don't have to worry about us somehow inadvertently causing ourselves not to exist if that's true. We're in our own universe now… one that no longer has Palpatine pulling the strings. Should make things… very interesting."

"Still need to escape Coruscant first-" The speeder rocked for several moments.

"Uh-oh." Jordan said, "I have a bad feeling about that." Unknown to both, they had just bit hit with a PLEX rocket fired by a 501st Legion squad.

"I assume 'brace for impact' is unneeded?" Ron said, as their speeder's warning alarms went off, as they began hurling towards the ground.

"These damn guys are relentless." Jordan muttered, looking back as he noticed the PLEX trooper, paying almost no mind too the fact they were in the process of crashing… again. "Seriously, why did we stop using Clone Troopers if they're this good? Just use a new DNA template that's not Jango Fett, and blamo! You get a new Clone Army within ten years! Instead we got those piss poor Storm Troopers."

"Well, they didn't expect the Rebel alliance to be the badasses they were." The two Jedi escaped their crashing ride, jumping to a building before sliding down to street level. "Ok, we need a ship. Any thoughts on where we can get one with a built-in hyperdrive?"

"Hmm," Jordan thought as he looked around, "We'd have to find a port where we could hijack one… something small like a light freighter… hell I'd settle for a pair of Z-95s, or a multi-seated Fighter like the ARC-170s."

"To get one of those, we'd need to get onto a warship." Ron said, before he grinned. "I think I have an idea."

Senatorial building

While our heroes (if you could call them that) were busy trying to get off the planet, the Three Musketeers, as Ron had nicknamed them, were searching the entire building, top to bottom. "So, Master," Anakin began, "We know that they somehow got into the building, killed the Chancellor, destroyed their ship to cover their tracks and accessed the Chancellor's private files… all of this… in less than twenty minutes."

The lowest ranking of the three sighed before continuing. "How did they get a Theta-Class shuttle with a hypermatter core that could blow up the entire Senate chamber?" Ahsoka asked, "No one could make one that small."

"From what the Senators all say… it just appeared out of nowhere." Obi-wan said with a tired sigh. "Its all the same thing, 'it happened so fast' is basically what everyone is saying... "

Commander Cody entered the room, saluting the Jedi. "Generals, Eta Squad just checked in."

"What is it, Cody?" Obi-wan asked.

"They engaged the speeder, but one of them…" Cody hesitated for a moment before he continued, "Sir, one of them pulled out a lightsaber."

"Force user." Obi-wan muttered, as he stroked his beard. "Probably a Dark Jedi."

"Red blade, but with a black core instead of white sir." Cody said. "But... he caught the beam from one of the wing guns and used it against the gunship. Bare-handed."

"What?!" Anakin asked with wide eyes, "He caught a Blaster beam with his bare hands, and shot it back?!"

"Sir, my men wouldn't make something like this up." Cody said, shaking his head. "And we caught it on camera as well… later one of our PLEX troopers managed to hit the ship, but they bailed out. Now… we have no idea where they've gone. We've got all hands searching the area for them. We'll find them."

"Masters, you need to take a look at this." Both Jedi walked toward Ahsoka, who was studying a statue of Sistros.

"There's something wrong with this." Ahsoka said, her eyes narrowed as the statue "I sense...a dark taint."

"Like what?" Anakin asked. She reached out with the force, touching whatever was the source...and hearing a faint snap-hiss.

"uh...either those two are very fast and got back here, or-" A red plasma blade emerged from the base of the statue, surprising all present.

"What… the hell?" Anakin asked, as he picked up what was obviously a Sith Lightsaber. "What is this doing here?"

"Uhhh… Generals..." Rex said, as the others looked at the ARC Trooper who was looking through Palpatine's files. "You're… gonna want to see this..."

To say none of them were ready was a massive understatement. They were now looking at a manifesto. Several, in fact: the Sith Codex, as it were, from Darth Bane to the most recent Sith Lord, Darth Sidious...otherwise known as Chancellor Palpatine. Obi-Wan, remembering his talk with Dooku, was the first to recover, attempting to use humor. "Well, and here I thought Dooku was lying to me at Geonosis." The humor didn't work.

"Impossible..." Anakin muttered, shaking his head, "He… he couldn't possibly..."

"Right under our noses..." Ahsoka muttered, "The Dark lord of the Sith… he was right under our noses… all the time..."

"He was controlling both sides..." Rex growled out, "He let all of my brothers get killed in half of the battles we've been in! He controlled the Republic, the Separatists… " his fists crashed into the desk. "Bastard!"

"Those two did us a favor, and made it harder at the same time." Anakin muttered. "Without Palpatine, Dooku might be able to win the war."

"At least they took out the Master." Obi-wan said, "Now we just need to take care of the Apprentice. But first, we need to take those two in. Inform all commands: no one gets off this planet."

Back with the heroes

"You are insane."

"Jordan, insanity is the rule of the day." Ron said. "We've travelled back in time, killed Darth Fucking Sidious in our sleep, and there's something wrong with our lightsabers. So, yeah, I'm going with crazy." The pair stood in front of a very familiar setting. The old Jedi Temple.

"Unfortunately for us both, I like insane." Jordan said with a smirk. "Though what the hell are you talking about with our lightsabers? Mine work fine. Yours is the one with the issues with the second blade."

"They look and feel different in the force." Ron produced his saberstaff, which had taken on some of Exar Kun's saber's features. both emitters were shrouded now, rather than plain. "Our trip did something to them. Check your sabers more closely."

Jordan took out his own Lightsaber, inspecting it a bit closer. It still felt like it was his own Lightsaber… though he would admit it felt as if there was a particular… aura surrounding it. It looked a bit darker than before as well… but other than that, it still felt the same. "I feel something… but overall it still feels like my lightsaber." He admitted, as he activated it for a moment, as the Red-black curved blade of energy emerged, before he deactivated them. "And they work just like they normally do."

"We'll find out the differences soon enough." Ron said, "Right now, we've got two fighters to steal." The plan, as it were, was to steal a pair of Eta-2 fighters and board a Venator-Class ship to get a hyperspace-capable craft. It was risky and perhaps stupid, but it was the best plan they had.

"Who knows, if we're lucky we could find a hyperspace-capable ship in the hangar ready to go." Jordan said, before he sighed "So, how we doing this?"

"Third spire hanger." Ron said. "Split up and be casual. Meaning, radiate light in the force and not the dark you seem to favor. Avoid combat as much as possible."

"Got it… though I could just suppress my force affinity completely." Jordan said, and as he said that, Jordan's force signature seemed to… fade, as if it was seemingly nothing. "One of many tricks I learned in the Unknown Regions… plus, I've got a Stealth Field Generator belt, it'll make it all the more difficult for them to see me."

"See you at the hangar." Both split up, with Ron sneaking into the Temple via one of the disused entrances. "Lovely." He muttered. "I thought after Rakata, I wouldn't have to deal with this shit." He emerged in the archives, poking his head out of a wall. "Suppress your inner bibliophile, Ron: You've got to get to the hanger."

"Is there a problem, youngling?"

Ron paused before facing the mistress of the archives, Jocasta Nu. "Nothing, Master." He answered, "Simply lost. I couldn't find a title on the Jedi Civil War, based around the circumstances of Revan's disappearance."

"I see..." Jocasta said, "I do not believe I've seen you in the archives before..."

"Haven't been in that often, Master...Nu, I believe." Ron said, "I'll find my title and leave before I cause any problems for you: your duties are more important than helping this idiot."

Jocasta gave Ron a rather suspicious look… however she didn't detect any form of hostility from him, and he did possess a very strong amount of force sensitivity. "...very well." She said, "I believe articles surrounding the civil war are in Beta section, I can show you if you wish."

"No, madam, that's not necessary." Ron said. "I'll find it and return to my studies." Ron walked away, sweating bullets.

Nu walked over to the desk, activating the comm system. "Master Windu?" She spoke as the image of the Jedi Master in question appeared. "I just had the most odd student in here. Strong in the Force, almost as strong as some masters."

"Did you get his name?" Mace asked.

"No." Jocasta said, "But he is in the archives."

Mace seemed to think about it for a few moments, "Detain him, Master Nu." He said, "Do not let him leave the archive. I will be there shortly."

Meanwhile - With Jordan

'I am amazed how easy this is...' Jordan thought to himself, as he walked through the halls of the Jedi Temple. He had managed to… confiscate a set of Jedi Robes from the laundry room, and after packing his Mando/Jedi armor in his briefcase, he wondered the temple in the open, none of the Knights or Padawans paying attention, thinking he was just another Knight. He only activated his stealth field and suppressed his presence when a Master was nearby. 'I might as well be running around in a cardboard box and they'd be none the wiser.'

Jordan walked down the halls, however he then heard what sounded like the twirling of Lightsabers. His curiosity getting the better of him, he headed towards the source as he arrived at a training room. Inside there was a single woman wearing brown and tan Jedi robes, with short black hair, with two braids framing either side of her face, and having a short neck-length ponytail, and had bright blue eyes. She was twirling a pair of emerald green lightsabers as she deflected training bolts from training droids.

Jordan went through his mental list of known Jedi, and believed she was most likely Serra Keto, apprentice to Jedi Master Cin Drallig. Placing his case by the door, he entered the training room.

"Your good," Jordan spoke, surprising Serra for a moment as she nearly missed blocking another attack. "Sorry, I was looking for an empty training room, and I stumbled across yours. Apologies."

"That… that's alright." Serra said, as she looked at Jordan. "I… don't think I've seen you around before..."

"Jordan Tackett, Knight." Jordan said, as he smiled. "Well, at least soon-to-be knight. Me and my friend were on our way here for me to be knighted, but then the whole mess over at the Senate happened… delayed that."

"I heard a bit about that." Serra said, "But… how does a shuttlecraft crash into the Senate Building?"

Jordan shrugged "Drunk While Driving?" He suggested, "You can do some crazy insane stuff when drunk."

Serra nodded at that "True, very true." She said, "So, you said your about to become a Knight?"

"Hopefully." Jordan said, "I spent several years with my Master in the unknown regions, he taught me everything there was to know about the Force."

"Everything?" Serra asked, with a hint of suspicion.

"I know that look," Jordan said with a sigh. "Let me ask you something Serra… the Jedi stand for the balance of the Force, right? Well if that's true, why do we focus on just the light side? We always just immediately associate anything relating to the dark as being evil, chaotic… my master has a saying: If you move to close to the light, you will blind yourself. But if you travel into the darkness too deep, you will lose your path."

"My master told me the key to fully understanding the force is to know all of the Force." Jordan said, "If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle."

Serra was a bit taken aback at how… surprisingly wise this young man seemed. This was something she expected from one of the masters of the order, not a soon-to-be knight. Not only that, but as she tapped into the Force, she sensed this man was very potent in the Force. She hadn't of felt a force affinity this strong since… Anakin.

Jordan glanced at his watch before he groaned "Ah crap, sorry I gotta run." He said, "My friend wanted me to meet him here to discuss the knighting ceremony. Talk to ya later?"

Serra was silent for a few moments, before she smiled a bit nodding "Sure," she said, "I wouldn't mind having a new sparring partner for training."

"Neither would I." Jordan said, smiling back before he left the training rooms, making his way back towards the hangar.

Ron, meanwhile, had evaded Nu's all-seeing eye and was on his way out. "Bookworms." He muttered as he left the Archives. "Love em."

"going somewhere, young one?" Ron halted at the entrance and exit, seeing one of the last people he wanted to see. 'REALLY want to avoid fighting the force sensitive version of Samuel L Jackson.' Ron thought. 'Use your bullshiting skills!'

"Master Windu." Ron said. "What an unexpected pleasure. Is there something I can do for you?"

Mace eyed Ron critically. Nu was correct, he was very potent with the force, that much was certain, and he certainly looked like a Jedi that was for sure. However he couldn't shake the feeling there was something… off about him. "Yes, I was hoping to… speak with you." Mace said, "You do not seem to be very busy at the moment..."

"Actually, Master, I am quite busy at the moment." Ron said, "Bit of a personal project, but very import-"

"You show the same respect to a master, but you seem in a hurry to get away from me." Mace speculated.

"You're intimidating when you focus all your attention on one lowly padawan." Ron said. "Nervousness is to be expected."

Windu was not amused. "Your project will have to wait." He said, "Please come with me."

"And if I say that I have to take a rain check?"

"Like I said, it will have to wait." Mace said, this time with a bit more force.

Ron sighed. "Well, as the old song goes, I got through checkpoint A, but not through checkpoint B, because I got shot in the ass by the US military."

"what?"

"Didn't expect you to get that." Ron quickly searched for a shatterpoint on the floor before stomping on it with his Force-enhanced left foot, partially collapsing the floor and knocking the master off balance before the younger padawan used his hip-mounted grapling hook launchers, based off of an old manga series he had discovered during his spare time, the hooks connecting to a wall and reeling him towards it. "JORDAN! THEY KNOW WE'RE HERE!"

Meanwhile - With Jordan

Jordan had already arrived at the hangar, before his commlink went off. "Yello?" He asked.

"JORDAN! THEY KNOW WE'RE HERE!" Ron's voice shouted, causing Jordan too wince a bit.

"Ow! Jeez, don't yell!" He said, "This thing's right against my ear, remember? Don't worry, I'm in the hangar now, and I see two unattended fighters now. Just waiting on you."

"Get one of the damn things; I'm-" The sound of a lightsaber hitting metal was heard. "A little busy at the-Oh, you have got to be shitting me." Blaster fire, as well as the sound of a LAAT/i's repulsorlift, was heard through the link. Ron was under attack by Jedi and clone troopers.

"...do you have the entire GAR after you or something?" Jordan asked as he approached a red Eta-2. "Who did you piss off over there?"

"I got found by the archivist, who brought Mace fucking Windu-JESUS!" The sound of another lightsaber activating was heard, as well as the voice of a Jedi saying something about a 'short hilted saberstaff'. "Will you people piss off?!" The entire Temple shook from something. Probably a Force shockwave caused by Ron.

Jordan sighed as he got into the cockpit of the Eta-2 "Hang on, I'll pick you up." He said, as he began the start-up sequence. "Just remember, this thing was designed with just one seat." He began to take off in the Eta-2, as several of the Clones tried, but failed to stop him as he soared out of the hangar doors. "Give me your location, I'll give you RFCAS."

"Just shoot the LAATs! I can handle the lightsaber-wielding-HEY, I'm talking to someone here!" Three LAAT/is were shooting into a section of the temple that had been forced open by debris and blaster fire. ron was engaging Mace windu, Jolasta Nu and Kit fisto in lightsaber combat. and, much to Jordan's surprise, holding his ground and actually seeming to dominate the fight with a large metal sword instead of a lightsaber. 'Probably made of tritonium. That's the only metal that's truly lightsaber-proof.'

Jordan activated the weapons of the Fighter, as he accurately shot at the LAAT/i's, hitting their engines forcing them to either land or crash. He lowered the Fighter's altitude enough so Ron could force jump up onto it. "Come on!"

Ron lept onto the port wing, activating his saberstaff to deflect blaster fire away from the Eta-2 while using the Force to anchor himself to the fighter. "There's a Venator-Class star destroyer inbound! Think you can get this thing into the hangar bay?!"

"Not a problem." Jordan said, as he spun the Eta around as it headed straight towards the incoming Star Destroyer. "They'll be launching fighters to intercept us anyways, making it all the easier. Have ya decided what we're gonna try to hijack yet? "

"First ARC-170 we find, we're nabbing and getting the hell out of here." Ron said. "Good thing I have a replacement for an astromech droid in my equipment pack.

"Sure, whatever - here they come!" Jordan shouted as the Venator's hangar bay doors began to open to unleash a squadron of Fighters. "This is gonna be close!"

The clone-operated fighters opened fire on the Eta-2, but Ron unleashed a second lightsaber, a near-copy of Palpatine's original weapon, down to the red blade, to deflect most of the bolts away while Jordan's flying got rid of the rest. "yes, I know: I've got more then one lightsaber! Actually, I've got five: long story!"

"I don't care! Here we go!" Jordan shouted as their Eta sped into the central hangar of the Venator, as they then jumped out of the fighter, which crashed into the opposite end of the hangar in a large explosion. Within all of the confusion, t didn't take them long to find a ARC-170 that wasn't being used.

"Take the wheel; I'll get the guns and the navigational systems! I think you have the harder job."

"Funny."

Ron and Jordan boarded their chosen craft before the latter made it fly out of the hanger, chased by no less then a squadron of V-Wings and Eta-2s, plus a pair of LAAT gunships. "I think we made them angry."

"Ya THINK?!" Jordan shouted as he pushed the ARC-170 up towards the skies, "I'm diverting as much power too the thrusters as I can! We gotta break atmosphere and get out of the gravity well to get into Hyperspace! I sure hope you've got some coordinates to go too!"

"I've got three sets. Hang on: I'm making some modifications to the shields so we can actually survive that squadron trying to kill us."

"Those two Dark Jedi are crazy!" Rex shouted from the bridge of the Resolute. "Stealing an ARC-170 from a ship during an engagement? Either they're mad or genius!"

"Let's not praise them yet, Rex." Anakin said as he flew his own Eta-2 with Ahsoka's, chasing the rogue ARC-170 down. "Ahsoka, try and get on that fighter's tail: your fighter's more agile then theirs."

"Roger Master!" Ahsoka said as she tried to get behind ARC-170, however it then changed its course as it seemed to approach the sun. Ahsoka shielded her eyes for a moment "Arseven, activate the glare dampeners." She said, as her astromech droid dimmed out the glare of the light…

...and Ahsoka's eyes widend as the ARC-170 was now speeding towards her! "I'M THE RED BARON MOTHERFUCKERS!" A voice shouted out on the comms.

"SHIT!" Ahsoka shouted as she was forced to dive out of the way or risk a head-on collision. "Who the hell is this guy? How did he move that fast?"

"I think it';s time to teach you kids some respect." The voice said. "Let's start with...Getting your Ass Kicked 101." The ARC's rear cannons opened fire, destroying a V-Wing and clipping Anakin's Eta-2. "What the-those guns can't be that powerful or that accurate!" The ARC banked downwards, then disappeared into hyperspace as soon as it was clear of anything that was in the way.

"Who the hell WERE these people?!" Anakin shouted.

"No idea, sir. But I get the feeling they just made our lives interesting."

"And that answers the question of whether or not Clone War-era tech could hold a candle to SGCW-era tech." Ron said. "It can't. Of course, those were temporary: I'm going to need to take apart the generator to make them permanent."

"If I had some time, I could probably design an upgraded version that could… later." Jordan said before he sighed. "Alright, so what coordinates are we heading for right now?"

"Hope you don't hate Ysalamiri."

"Wait, Myrkr?" Jaden asked, "We're going there?"

"Jedi hate the place." Ron said. "Best place to hide until-" Ron's saberstaff activated once more, only without him touching it. "What the fucking hell is WRONG with this thing! It's like a needy woman!"

Jordan shook his head "You should probably take out the power source… at least until after we leave the ship and not risk decompression if you accidentally breach the hull. Either way, hopefully we can find a settlement on the planet, and maybe buy something a bit better than the ARC-170. As much as I like this thing… its not very comfortable for prolonged travel."

"There's a couple of settlements on the..." Ron's voice suddenly blanked out in Jordan's ears and he heard another voice. Not Ron's. "Jordan? Can you hear us?"

Jordan blinked as he glanced at Ron - who was still talking in the back seat of the fighter, but he obviously wasn't hearing what he heard. "Uhh… who's this?" Jordan asked, glancing around.

"He can hear you!"

Ron looked back at Jordan. "Are you hearing force ghosts?" He asked. "Oh, God, we're being haunted by Palpy."

"Doesn't sound like Palpatine..." Jordan muttered.

"Ignore him, Jordan. Focus on the sound of our voices."

"I have no idea who you are!" Jordan exclaimed, "If you're a force ghost, just show yourself to me like my Master did! Its not that hard!"

"We're not Force ghosts… well not technically." The voice said. "Just… just trust us, alright?"

Jordan sighed, "Ron, take over for a second." He said as he closed his eyes as he began to meditate, as he began to focus in on the voices he was hearing in his head.

Jordan's eyes opened again, and he was no longer in the cockpit of the ARC-170. Instead, it looked as if he was on the surface of the planet Lehon along one of the many beaches of the world. "Just like last time..." he muttered as he looked around."Well, you gonna show yourselves or what?"

"We're right here." Two female voices said, causing Jordan to turn around… and standing behind him were a pair of near identical human near-human women, both about his age. They each had shoulder length black hair, and crimson red eyes, wearing a… form-fitting version of Sith robes trimmed red. The only way he could tell them apart was that the one on the left had her hair long and wavy, while the one on the right had her hair tied up into a pair of pigtails.

Jordan blinked, as he looked at the two women who now stood before him. "Well… this is strange." He said. "And… you are…?"

"Our names can't be heard by you just yet." The pigtailed one said.

"We have been part of you for all of your life." The long haired one said. "In a way, you can say you're the first to hear the voices of ones like us."

"We have never been heard by the Jedi or Sith since they came into being." The first one spoke again. "You and your comrade are close. So very close, closer than even Revan was."

Jordan blinked at that, as he looked at the two women before him. "Okay… I'm still pretty confused though to be honest." He said, "Revan tried to find… you two before?"

"Not us. Another." The Pigtailed one said. "We are tuned to one user of the Force, and no one else. But in order to even hear our voices, you must have done something."

"You have bathed in light and shadow, and came back unaltered." The long-haired one said, "As has your comrade. Revan. Anakin skywalker. They were closest before you, but died and passed into the Force before they could make the connection."

Jordan rose an eyebrow on that, but nodded "Alright… though, exactly who or what are you?" He asked.

"You remember the world Byss? Corrupted by Palpatine to the nth degree?" Jordan noticed that they spat the name. They hated him. Why? "We are like that world, but instead, we are always at your side. Always defending, always attacking. We are the extensions of your power."

It took Jordan a few seconds, however then it finally clicked as his eyes widened as he looked at the two women "Wait… are you…?" He asked as he reached for his Lightsabers, taking them out of their holsters as he looked at them, and then at the two women.

"He understands!" The pigtailed one said in a cheer.

The long haired one smiled, nodding. "Yes, Jordan, but not so directly." She said, "Your force powers were pushed into the crystals of the lightsabers you wield. We can do things that should be impossible with them. But first, you must lose the Force to hear our names. Your friend may know this subconsciously."

Ysalamiri. They removed a Jedi's ability to use the force in a radi. "In fact, his blades are just as demanding of release as we are." The Pigtailed girl said with a light giggle. "You might have noticed."

"Oh… well that explains that." Jordan said, "At least Ron'll know how to solve that problem." He then looked back at them. "So… once I find a way to remove the Force from me for while, you'll be able to tell me your names?"

"The force created us through you, but it deafened you to our names." The long-haired one said. "Only by blocking it for a time will you be able to hear our names and use our power. You will be the first of many. Now, return to the world of the waking: your friend is getting worried."

Jordan nodded "Alright." He said, as he smiled a bit "I'm looking forward to learning your names, and working together more… closely now."

Jordan's eyes opened as he let out a short sigh of breath. "Good news Ron," he said, "Your lightsabers aren't broken."

"I've known THAT since day one!" Ron shouted. "This thing has a mind of its' own!" The elder Jedi's head sank. "I'm going to have to exorcise it. It's POSSESSED, I tell you."

Jordan was silent for a moment, before he began to chuckle a bit "A-actually… that's not far from the truth." He said, "And… it's not just the one. And its not just yours… our lightsabers… well they apparently do have minds of their own, and yours is trying to… well connect to you."

At Coruscant, the Jedi Council was about to start a meeting when they heard three words. "WHAT?! THE?! FUCK?!"

"How in the hell is that pos-never mind, it's the force: anything is possible." Ron said with a groan. "why the hell hasn't this happened to OTHER Jedi or Sith?"

"The Force apparently." Jordan said, causing Ron to blink. "The Force somehow blocks us from… well, learning our saber's true names, thus preventing us from unlocking their power. However it seems you and I have advanced so much, even further than Revan or Anakin, to the point that we could learn their names if we can temporarily remove our connection to the force… I suppose its a good thing you chose Myrkr as our destination."

Ron groaned. "First I have the blueprints for a fuckton of Ratakan machines downloaded into my brain, then I get sent back in time where I and one other kill the Living Dark Side of the force, and now I discover that my fucking lightsabers have spirits of their own?!" he sighed before pulling out the other four sabers. A shoto, a curved hilt based on Dooku's, the Sidious copy and, the most unnerving, a lightwhip.

"Should be interesting." Jordan said nodding, "I can only imagine what your spirits will be like."

"If any of them are like me, I expect nothing but pain."

Venator-Class RSD Resolute - Coruscant orbit

"They escaped on what appears to be a direct course for Myrkr." The three Jedi that Wullf Yularen usually transported around on his star destroyer shuttered at the mention of that planet. ACtually, more of the creatures FROM that planet then the planet itself. "I hate ysalamiri." Anakin muttered.

"Its obvious that they went to Myrkr specifically for us to lose their trail." Obi-wan said, "They couldn't of picked a better planet to lose Jedi..."

"Then it's a good thing that we're not sending just Jedi." Yularen said. "What is left of the Senate has ordered several ships to follow them and arrest them."

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "The Senate?"

"Without the Chancellor, they have control of the military." Yularen said, "And with everyone that served directly under him dead, there is nothing stopping them from ordering us to go after them."

Ahsoka pointed out the glaring problem simply by pointing out the forward viewport. The Resolute was the ship they boarded and stole the ARC-170 from, and they caused a great deal of damage to the hanger. "The Resolute's in no shape to go after them."

A shadow appeared over the Resolute as a new ship appeared. Grey and twice the size, with three engines seated deep in the ship.

"Wait...That's a new one." Anakin muttered.

"Kuat Drive Yards finished it and pressed her into service." Yularan said, "It was intended to become the successor to our Venator's in a few years… its called the Imperator-class, and only three have been built so far."

The three knew about the new Imperator-Class: 1600 meters long, more heavily armed than the Resolute, and with enough troops to secure a whole planet by itself. And judging from the missing registration markings, it was still a Prototype. It was obvious that it was inspired by the slightly older Tector-class Star Destroyers, only with the addition of ventral hangar bays. However unlike the Tector, whose production was delayed due to the Gibbon, it seemed to be much more likely to see wider mass production.

"So, we get a new ship just to catch them?" Anakin asked.

"No. Master Hett will be going after them. Once the Resolute is repaired, Generals, we will be joining him in catching those rogues." A shuttle headed directly for the ISD prototype, probably carrying the Jedi Master in question. "I've got a bad feeling about this."

Myrkr orbit

The ARC-170 commandeered by the two temporally displaced Jedi dropped out of hyperspace near the very unloved planet of Myrkr. "The Old Order named a lightsaber style after the things we're going to be looking for." Ron said. "So, ever seen a ysalamiri outside of a book before?"

"I've been to Myrkr once during my training." Jordan said, as their ARC-170 began its approach to the world. "They're difficult to spot, but once you know their habits their much easier to find. The real trick is dealing with their natural predators - the Vornskr, nasty bastards if you let them surround you."

"I actually have one back home on Earth." Jordan gave him a look. "Let's just say some things in the Force don't like me. Like certain ghosts. I'll find us a landing area as far away from the settlements as possible. You get to have some quality time with your saber spirits while I find us a better ship."

Jordan nodded "Right, I'll just have to search for a spot with a lot of Ysalamiri." He said, "I'll send ya a message when I do so you can deal with yours… also, we're not completely ditching the ARC, right?"

"Fuck no: the ARC-170's a fucking classic." Ron said. "The stepping stone to the famed T-65 X-Wing series. I'm just going to need to hook up a slaving circuit to remotely fly this thing so neither of us have to sit in the cockpit for hours on end. Or days, in this case."

"Alright, though if we're lucky we could find a ship we could just load it onboard." Jordan said, as he looked at the sensors. "Looks like there's a good landing zone over there in that clearing… has a settlement nearby too, far enough so they won't see our approach, but close enough for you to walk there."

"Well, have fun reaching into yourself." The ARC landed on the ground, hidden by the trees to a small degree. "I'll find some supplies and parts to retrofit this thing. Good thing I brought a supply of nanites with me."

"So did I." Jordan said, "Also brought a whole lot of other things with me as well… " he popped the canopy of the ARC open as he jumped out, bringing his case with him. "See you in a bit Ron! Just need to find the largest concentration of where the Force is absent..."

The slightly older Jedi Padawan Trainer walked off, leaving behind his lightsabers, as he needed to be incognito. The only things he was carrying on him were his sword, his M712 pistol and a supply of credits acquired from Coruscant. 'I have a feeling I should make an anchor. Or a few dozen. Something's coming, and I've faced it before.'

Later - With Jordan

It didn't take Jordan long to find what he was looking for - he found a whole tree full of the Ysalamiri lizards projecting force bubbles at the max. He simply climbed up towards the top of the tree, and sat in a standard meditative pose. He could feel his connection with the force was being suppressed by the lizards, but he had enough connection to allow him to meditate and connect into his mindscape.

Jordan's eyes opened, and once more he found himself in the familiar sight of the beaches of Lehon. Standing up, he glanced around "Girls? You two still here?" He asked.

"We are here, Jordan." The pair's voices were clear as a bell, with one distinct difference. Both carried the lightsaber they represented in their hands. "you are going to have to rely on your skills with a blade."

"To claim the power we have, you must defeat us in combat." The pigtailed one said. "While we would prefer to just talk, it's not like we have a lot of time, either."

Jordan smiled a bit as he glanced at his sides, noticing his usual lightsbers were gone. "I expected something like this," he said as he reached for behind his back. "Good thing I carry my old spares." he then pulled out two more Lightsabers, these ones looking more average than the two who stood before her represented. Hitting their activation switches, the blade he held in his left hand was blue, while the one in his right was red, and proceeded to spin them around before he adopted his usual fighting stance. "Shall we begin?"

Both women smirked before activating their respective blades, which, much to Jordan's amazement, changed into a type of lightsaber tonfa, one darker than the other. "Let's see if you're worthy of claiming our powers." And jordan was about to be in for a world of pain, because he had no clue what they could do. Wasn't going to stop him from trying his best though.

The two girls were the first to advance, as they split on his flanks, the pigtailed girl spun her Tonfa saber around, and Jordan was again surprised at how the faster she spun it… flames began to appear around it like a wheel. Then a long pillar of flame shot towards Jordan.

"WHOA!" Jordan shouted as he leaped up into the air, mostly avoiding the blast… mostly. "GODDAMMIT, MY PANTS!" Jordan shouted as he dived for the ocean, leaving behind a trail of smoke coming from his pants before he made it to the water, extinguishing the flames. "Okay… you control fire… that's pretty damn awesome."

"Thank you," Pigtails said, "Though you should see nee-chan's power… oh wait, your about to find out."

Jordan blinked for a moment… however he noticed something move from the corner of his eyes. He glanced, and saw it looked as though the shadows were moving… but that didn't seem possible considering the sun was-

"WHOA!" Jordan shouted as spikes shot from out of the shadows, damn near impailing him as they crashed into the water. Appearing from the center of the shadows arose the long-haired woman with a satisfied smirk.

"These are just the beginning of our powers," she said. "These and more will be at your disposal… if you prove your worthy."

Jordan landed back on land as he looked at the two sister swords before him. 'Okay, so pigtails has control of fire, while she has control of shadows...' He thought, 'I can't stay on the defensive forever...' he connected his two lightsabers together as he charged towards them. The Pigtailed woman began to spin her Tonfa around once more, as she created another pillar of flame which arced towards him. However, instead of dodging it, Jordan began spinning his own Lightsaber in a counter fashion, spinning it like a fan blade. When the flames hit, rather than going through, the Lightsabers managed to hold back against the flames as he continued to run forward towards the source.

"Wha?" She said in surprise, as suddenly Jordan was right in front of her, and his blades collided with hers, causing her to stop her flame attack.

"If you're not going to go easy on me," Jordan said with a grin, "Then I won't be going easy on you either." Jordan then disconnected his Lightsaber into two once more as he raised the second one behind him, as it caught the long-haired girls own attack from behind. He saw how she summoned another mass of shadows towards him, but Jordan quickly jumped up into the air to avoid another attack like before.

"Well, you're worthy, I'll give you that." The longhaired girl said. "But you can't claim our abilities like-" Longhair was pushed down to the ground, dropping her weapon. "DEFINITELY worthy, if you figured that out." This was the mind. Just because he couldn't use the Force outside meant nothing here.

"You know what they say," Jordan said with a light chuckle, "Mind over Matter."

"Pay attention!" Pigtails shouted as she charged from behind… only for Jordan to force-dash behind her and deliver a spin kick, knocking her into the side of a hill. She tried to move out of the crater she made, however she soon found Jordan's lightsaber at her throat.

"I am." Jordan said smirking "Do you accept defeat?"

Pigtails blinked for a few moments, a small bit of red dusting her cheeks considering they were practically nose-to-nose, before she dropped her own weapon. "Y… yes." She said, as Jordan deactivated her Lightsabers. "I… i didn't think you'd do this so quickly..."

"Remember who trained me." Jordan said with a smile, "He was no slouch at it either. Ran me ragged more than once, but its paid off."

"Then claim our power. It's rightly yours." The longhaired girl said as she stood back up, sighing. "Just...don't go crazy with it. It's rather draining. And I would check on your friend: it's been a few hours since you came here."

"I will in a sec," Jordan said, "Though… I still haven't gotten your names though."

The pigtailed girl smiled a bit "Now that you've proven your worth… my name's Kayra." She said.

"And my name is Mayra." THe long haired girl said, smiling as well with a short nod.

"A pleasure to know you both Kayra, Mayra." Jordan said, nodding with a small smirk. "I'm looking forward to seeing just how much chaos we can raise together."

"Call us when you need us." Mayra said. "And that's probably going to be very soon."

Ron, meanwhile, was almost literally dancing in the streets of the settlement. Loudly humming the famed canina song from A New Hope. Can't go wrong with the classics. "Ok, that's half a ton of material to upgrade that craft of ours." Ron said. "Now to get back without being-" A loud hum was heard overhead the millisecond he said that. "Oh, hell."

LAAT/i gunships were flying overhead, and Ron sensed the last person he wanted to see. "Life, death, past, present!" He growled out, "Make up your fucking mind and LEAVE ME ALONE!" That was the last straw. Secrecy or not, if he saw A'shaad Hett, he was going to fucking kill the bastard.

His Commlink suddenly beeps "Ron, finished up here." Jordan said, "How's it going over there?"

"Oh, you know." Ron said rather calmly. "Just finished up shopping for upgrades, spotted a nice big unowned ship in the port, and did you know that DARTH FUCKING KRAYT is here?! I swear, the bastard's gay! For ME! Just won't leave me alone."

There was a long pause on the comm. "Ron… kill him." Jordan said, in an unnaturally cold voice. "Fuck the timeline, we kill him now, Darth Krayt will never exist to form the One Sith. I will be there shortly."

"Well, I'll consider this revenge for all those late nights he spent trying to rape my mind." He said, "I think I have a way to kill him without killing him with my own hands. Ever heard of Transfer Essense?"

A'shaad Hett, second of the Tusken Jedi, was loath to be on Myrkr. The Jedi respected the Force-bubble creating lifeforms of this world, but he didn't want to be near them. "Sir, what's the plan?"

"We cannot find our query without searching the entire planet, and with people coming and going, that will be difficult." He said. "The Imperator will blockade the planet while we search. And once we find the two, we will ask them to come with us quietly."

"And if they don't, sir?"

A'shaad drew his father's lightsaber. "Then we will convince them by force if need be, Commander Fox."

"Yes sir." Commander Fox said nodding. The LAAT/i landed on the ground, allowing the Clone Troopers and the leading Jedi Knight to disembark to search for them.

"Sir, one of these guys took on three Jedi Masters. If they couldn't take him down, what can we do? No offence."

"Considering their abilities, you have every right to be worried." A'shaad said. "But at the moment, he is a rancor cornered."

"Has no one told you that an animal is more dangerous cornered, Hett?" All eyes turned to a man with black-blonde hair, blue eyes and a Jedi-style robe. "Tell the clones to piss off. I'd rather not have to kill them, even if there's a dozen to take their place."

A'shaad's eyes narrowed, as the Clone Trooper's went for their weapons. "Hold your fire!" He ordered, "He is correct… do not waste your lives here. I shall deal with this myself."

"Sir-" Fox began.

"That's an order, Commander." A'shaad said. The Clone Commander hesitated, however he relayed the command to the other Troopers as they fell back, leaving Ron and A'shaad alone.

"I have been waiting for this moment for a VERY long time, Krayt." The young man said, causing A'shaad to raise an eyebrow.

"That is not my name."

"It's WHAT you are." He growled out. "I have lost years of my life and part of my fucking MIND because of you. The rational part of me is saying that it wasn't you. Screw reason. Past, present, future: all one and the same. The only reason time exists is so everything doesn't happen at once. What you have done has already stained your hands. And now I'm going to put you down, Darth Krayt."

"I am not this Darth Krayt you speak of," A'shaad said, "And I have never heard of you before. However, I will bring you and your ally back to Coruscant."

"And we're going to resist arrest." Ron growled. "Kiss my ass, One Sith. Now you pay for what you will do." he drew his sword, and Hett activated both of his lightsabers. The young man before him was a blademaster of the highest order: him taking on three Masters at once proved that. and his manner of speaking...could he see the future to that degree? "My name is Ronald Pinkerton, Padawan Trainer of the New Jedi Order. And the one who will end your order before it begins."

'What?' A'shaad thought in confusion, before Ron suddenly charged forwards in a clashing swing, as A'shaad barely had enough time to raise his Lightsaber up to defend.

The duel was not in A'shaad's favor. Lightsabers were light and flexible weapons to be sure, but they relied on standard forms and awareness of the plasma blade's location. Swords, on the order hand, had a number of styles and, perhaps most importantly, the blade could be held by an organic hand. Something the younger 'Padawan Trainer' was taking advantage of.

That wasn't to say A'shaad wasn't giving it his all - as this wasn't the first time he's fought opponents with physical swords such as Vibroblades considering Trandoshans and Tusken Raiders used these types weapons all too often. The best that he could do is stick to the offensive, keep his opponent from gaining an opening to attack.

"Good bladework." Ron complemented as their blades collided once more. "As expected from the leader of the One Sith."

"I am NOT SITH!" A'shaad shouted.

"Really? Memory doesn't lie." Ron growled out. "Let's see if you can lie to yourself after this." A'shaad didn't get it. Until he was on the receiving end of a LOT of Force Lightning. Ron could redirect the force-imbued electricity around blocking objects, like say lightsabers. And this was a SPECIAL kind of Force Lightning. In Ron's time, Krayt had tried taking control of the young Jedi's body one too many times. So most of the crazy bastard's memories and experiences were locked inside his skull. And using a modified form of Transfer Essence, he could transfer the memories to another person. He swore never to do it to someone that didn't deserve it. Hett? He deserved it.

A'shaad felt the pain of the lightning, however at the same time his mind was assaulted by visions… visions of a figure wearing a type of armor he had never seen before. Doing… horrible things. Raising entire planet surfaces, killing billions, slaughtering countless innocent humans… and when the figure took off his mask… it revealed a face almost identical to his own.

"So, getting the picture?" Hett looked at Ron, who calmly electrocuted him with a rather bored expression on his face. "You fell, was taught by a dead Sith Lord, one of the first, I might add, and led the galaxy to RUIN 150 years ago by my perspective. You are beyond guilty. But this is before that time, so I'm going to let you go. Live with the knowledge that you destroyed everything you swore to uphold." he ceased his attack, letting him down back to the ground before kicking him in the face. "Jordan, it's done. Krayt won't be alive much longer."

"Good." Jordan said, "One less dark Sith to worry about. What kind of ship did you get?"

"Looks like a modified Wayfarer." Ron said, "It's in the port, and-" Ron paused as he felt another presence. Darth Vader's. "Jordan, I assume you can feel Skywalker's Force presence. I think the Resolute just arrived."

"Get the ship ready." Jordan said, "Make sure to pick up the ARC, if its a Wayfarer we should be able to fit it inside the hangar bay. We'll keep the musketeers occupied until you're ready."

"And miss their react to Krayt going mad?" Ron asked. "Fuck no. I've keyed the ship to respond to a musical code on frequency 148.4. It's Moonlight Sonata. I'll mask myself until they arrive." He then glanced at his arms, seeing a dozen bruises each. And none of them were caused by the duel. "I'll see you in a couple of hours."

"Alright… but leave the musketeers for me." Jordan said with a light chuckle. "We need to have our first… practice run."

Ron however then heard a feminine giggle "This is gonna be fun!" A female voice said, causing him to blink.

"Who the hell was that?" He asked.

"You'll see." Jordan said, before the Comm turned off.

Ron looked at Hett, who looked like he was about to shit his pants. Lightest fate that he deserved. "Well, if they find me, I will defend myself." He disappeared from sight, using the Force to cloak himself.

Inbound LAAT/i, less then two kilometers from the settlement

The Musketeers, as well as Rex, Cody and an elite 501st squad were incoming on a LAAT/i, in contact with Commander Fox. "He faced the rogue alone?" Obi-wan asked the holographic image of Fox. "Knowing what he can do?"

"Yes, sir." Fox said. "The rogue Jedi said he didn't want to kill us clones, even if we were...replaceable."

Ahsoka would have raised an eyebrow, if she had any to speak of. "Low opinion on clones." She said, "We can add that to the list."

"I haven't heard back from the General since." Fox said, "Me and my men are trying to find the second rogue in the surrounding area. I am sending you the coordinates of his last known location."

"Thank you Commander Fox," Obi-wan said, "We'll take care of it from here - keep searching the area, and if you find him, report back immediately - do not engage him alone. If he's anything like the one from the Temple he is very dangerous."

"Understood, sir." Fox said as he saluted, before his image vanished.

"Two blademasters, with some ties to the dark side." Anakin said with a sigh. "Master, I think we get the easiest assignments."

The clones were forced to laugh at that as they landed, deploying the squad. "split up and cover as much ground as you can." Obi-wan said. "Anakin, Ahsoka?"

"We're with you, Master." The dream team, as it were, entered the maze of buildings with Rex and Cody in tow. "This guy took on three masters at once." Ahsoka muttered.

"Master Nu hasn't gone on combat missions in years." Obi-wan said.

"But Masters Windu and Fisto have, and he held all three off." Obi-wan said, "I just hope Master Hett is still...alive..." They rounded a corner to see the man in question, clutching his head, tearing the skin with his fingernails.

"No… no...nonononononono…." Was all A'shaad muttered too himself, rocking his body as he shook.

"M-Master H-hett?" Ahsoka said, unsure as to what the Jedi Master was doing.

"The things I-I've seen, the people I've MURDERED..."

"Master Hett, please calm down." Obi-wan said. "What happened to you?"

Hett looked at Obi-Wan, looking like a crazed man looking for forgiveness. "Obi-wan." He muttered. "Oh, forgive my rage. I...I failed the Order. the things he showed me. My future. I...am a Sith."

"Master Hett, what are you talking about?" Anakin asked, "Your not a Sith! Your a Jedi!"

"Now… maybe..." Hett muttered, shaking his head as he took out his Lightsaber. "But he… he showed me…he showed me what I am to become… the people I'd kill, the genocide I'd commit… there… there's only way to stop it..."

He activated the blade, placing it dangerously close to the back of his neck. "Master Hett, don't!" Obi-wan shouted, but too late the warning came as he calmly brought it through his neck, decapitating himself.

"Wh...why?" Ahsoka muttered, her eyes wide with shock.

"Aww, poor baby. Poor little dragon couldn't take the strain of seeing his crimes." Both of Hett's lightsabers, father and son, were pulled upwards into the waiting hands of the blademaster from the Temple. "At least he killed himself to try and make up for it."

"What the HELL did you do too him!"Anakin growled out, drawing out his own Lightsaber, as did Obi-wan and Ahsoka. "What had he done to deserve that?!"

"Its not what he has done, but rather… what he would have done." A new voice said, one that Obi-wan, Ahsoka, and Anakin knew from the Chancellor's office as they turned and saw the figure in the Mandalorian/Jedi hybrid armor, however not flanking either side of him were two women, both with black hair and red eyes, one with pigtails, while the others was long and wavy. "My friend showed him what was to come… and gave him a choice: To either die a hero, or to live long enough to see himself become the villain."

"Thought you were getting the ship." Ron said.

"Since when did I say I was getting the ship?" Jordan deadpanned, "I thought you said you had it ready."

Ron chuckled as he regarded the five. "Perhaps we should introduce ourselves." He said. "Ronald Pinkerton, Padawan Trainer of the New Jedi Order, and my counterpart, Padawan Jordan Tackett."

Obi-wan was the first to recover. "New Jedi Order?"

The blonde man coughed into his hand. "The time has come." All were surprised by Ron's use of Palpatine's voice. "Execute Order 66." And because they were kinda hardwired to do so, Rex and Cody pointed their weapons at the three Jedi. Luckily, Obi-wan knocked them out using the Force, preventing a firefight.

"What, surprised?" Ron asked. "Palpatine ordered the army's creation; of course he had a 'kill all the Jedi' order. Best part is, the most effective Jedi killer was his apprentice!"

"And who would that be?" Ahsoka said.

Ron pointed at Anakin. "You. Darth Vader."

Anakin, as well as the eyes of the others widened at that "W-what?!" He shouted, "I-I would never-"

"Maybe now you wouldn't," Jordan said stepping forwards, "But you were already friends with the Chancellor, weren't you? You trusted him, were loyal to him, believed everything he said… not knowing he was the Dark Lord of the sith all along."

"Palpatine was a monster… but he was an ingenious, and rather clever Monster." He continued, "He controlled both sides of the war, keep it going for as long as it takes to spread the Jedi out, weaken them… and when they were at their weakest he would of issued Order 66 to every Clone in the galaxy to kill their Jedi Generals… after all, they're loyal to the chancellor - not the Jedi Order."

"H-how do you-" Ahsoka began, but Jordan wasn't finished.

"We are from the future." Jordan said, "We came here by accident, our arrival resulting in the creation of a parallel universe." He then looked at Anakin "In our Universe… Palpatine succeeded. The Jedi Order as you know it was destroyed by Operation: Knightfall. He convinced Anakin that the Jedi were trying to take over the Order… very convincingly considering Mace was trying to kill him at the time." He chuckled slightly "Funny though… you Anakin were trying to follow the Jedi Code, to keep Palpatine alive, while Mace was claiming 'He was too dangerous to live'... something rather… un-Jedi like if I do say so."

"After you killed Mace, Palpatine named you his new apprentice - since you killed Dooku earlier that year." He continued, "You lead the 501st against the Jedi Temple… and killed everyone. Masters, Knights, Padawans, Guards, Workers… younglings." Anakin's eyes widened further and further as he continued. "You did this all… because Palpatine promised you one thing… to save the woman you love most."

"Padme..." Anakin said barely over a whisper.

"Yes." Jordan said, "Palpatine plagued your mind with nightmarish force visions, making you believe she would die from childbirth, making you desperate to find a way to save her. You can thank Panaka for informing Palpatine the two of you had a 'thing' to begin with. But in the end though, the result came down to you and Obi-wan's final battle at Mustafar… you were badly wounded, but your 'new' master rebuild you… turning you into this..."

Jordan used a rather… special technique he learned, as he created a colored force image of the Dark Lord Anakin would have become, complete with the spine-chilling breathing Vader possessed. "Darth Vader." He said, "That became your new name as you fought for the Galactic Empire, the government set up after Palpatine came to power, toppling the Jedi. And as you could assume… Palpatine did not keep his promise. He lied to you, telling you that it was your anger that killed Palpatine and her children… not entirely a lie, but not entirely true either."

Jordan stepped forward a bit closer to him. "Anakin… do not think being with Padme was a mistake." He said, "The Jedi, with their damnable sense of over-caution tell you all that love is something to avoid. Thankfully, anyone who is even partially alive knows that's not true. Love does not lead to the dark side, passion can lead to rage and fear, and can be controlled. But Passion is not the same thing as love. Controlling your passions while being in love… that is what your Order should have been teaching for a long time now to beware of... but Love itself will save you, not condemn you."

"When Bastila Shan fell to the Dark Side, it was her love for Revan that saved her." Jordan said, "And in our time, when Palpatine tortured your Son with his Force Lightning… it was your love for your son that broke you free from Palpatine's control as you tossed him down the chasm of his battle station, and finally kill the bastard. Those are just two examples out of many cases where love has saved Jedi and Sith, something that your Code simply does not understand."

Jordan glanced at Hett's decapitated corpse "You are not like Hett." He said, "You have the chance to make amends now that you know the future. And without Palpatine to pull the strings anymore, you can make sure that future never happens. "

Ahsoka glared at Ron. "You showed him a future that didn't happen here!" She shouted. "You drove him mad!"

"He was going down that path anyways." Ron said. "You want to shut me up? Come and get me. Maybe directing your anger and hate at me will do you some fucking good. Jordan, Darth Vader and Obi-wan are yours to deal with: I get the feeling you have the edge against them. You and me, little Tortuga? Bring it."

Last straw, and it broke Ahsoka's back. She charged at Ron, who parried with his tritonium sword. "Jordan, do you have my lightsabers? I'm going to need them."

"...you left them back in the ARC, didn't you?" Jordan said with a sigh. "Goddamnit Ron, WHY DID YOU LEAVE THEM BEHIND?!"

"I assumed I wouldn't need them against Krayt!" He used the Force to jump assist his way upwards, with Ahsoka on his tail, Mario jumping from wall to wall. "Have fun! I know I-SON OF A WHORE!" And thus Ron's duel began. Jordan's, however, was going to get a bit more...interesting.

Jordan groaned, shaking his head before he looked at the two Jedi before him. "Anyways… I am looking forward for quite a battle with you two." He said with a small smirk, "A chance to fight Obi-wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, two of the best Jedi to ever live, during their prime? Should be quite the challenge… Mayra? Kayra?"

(BGM: 'This will be the Day' RWBY Volume 1 OST)

"Got it!" The two girls shouted as they ran towards Jordan, as they leaped into the air. They were both enveloped by a bright red light before both of them transformed into a pair of Lightsabers, causing both Anakin and Obi-wan to watch in shock. Jordan proceeded to use the Force to call them to his hands, before connecting them together, activating them in their double-bladed mode.

"how in the name of-"

"Doesn't matter, Obi-wan. He's going down."

The Negotiator sighed. "One of these days, that cockiness is going to come back and bite you." He said, as both Jedi took up defensive stances in Djem So and Sorisu. "If you're anything like your friend, this will be a hard fight." Obi-wan speculated.

Jordan let out a dark chuckle "Oh… that's an understatement of the century." He said, "Let's just say… I've had a few rather unique teachers in the last few years… I've learned thing about the Force no one else knows. Not even Ron or the Masters of my time know this…"

Jordan began to spin his lightsaber over his head like a wheel, however the two Jedi were surprised when as he did this, flames began to circle around over him as well. "For instance… did you know that you could use the Force to manipulate elements other than Lighting?!" He then shot two pillars of fire towards the two Jedi, forcing them to dodge to the sides. However Obi-wan noticed something…

His pants. Were aflame. "MY PANTS!" From the rooftops, Ron's voice could be heard singing. "Liar, liar, thy parts are on fire!"

"SHUT UP!"

Anakin resisted laughing at he attempted to attack the time traveler. Didn't end so well as he used a force repulse which sent him flying into a tree. "Come on, put your back too it." Jordan said, as he separated his Lightsabers as he spun them around once more. "I have yet begun to fight!"

Obi-wan finally put out the fire, and decided to get a bit of payback. "Young man, you are not leaving this planet unless we let you." The master lept into the air, making contact with one of Jordan's lightsabers midflight, then used the Force to push him back in an attempt to stagger him. Didn't work as planned, as Jordan was probably as powerful as the higher up masters of the old Order.

"Yeah… no." Jordan said, as he delivered a force push which shoved Obi-wan back, hitting the tree next to Anakin's. "We could leave whenever we want, we're just having some fun really… well Ron is at least." He then used the Force to levitate his two spare Lightsabers, activating them through the force as they circled around him. "We want to be your allies… though first, we need to kick your asses to show you how vulnerable your Order has become."

At that moment, Ahsoka was sent flying, hitting Anakin's tree. And the Chosen One himself. The pain was tripled as the padawan in question had been hit with a heavy dose of Force Lightning, and both were electrocuted to some degree. "Whoops! That had to hurt!" Jordan noticed that Ron was winded, and his eyes had taken a red and yellow tint to them. "We need to go."

"Alright." Jordan said, as he recalled his Lightsabers to their respective holsters, and Mayra and Kayra returned back to their human forms. "Get your ship ready, we'll handle the ARC."

Trilling was heard as the last thing they wanted to see entered view: LAAT/is carrying clone troopers. "Oh, fuck. I hate the 501st Legion." Blue blaster fire came raining down on them, and Ron used one of Hett's lightsabers to deflect some of the fire before redirecting three shots back at the clones. Particularly at the codpieces of three of them. "Whoops. That has to hurt."

"Dude! Above the belt!" Jordan shouted as he and the two girls fell back through the woods. "No one deserves a nut-shot like that!... well except Palpy or Krayt, but you get what I mean!"

"At least they stopped shooting at us!" That was true. The clones, for fear of blasting their own balls off, had stopped firing at them. "Let's get back to the ship."

All of the clones were covering their balls a'le Spaceballs for fear of 'friendly fire'. While Obi-wan and Anakin understood this (and their pain) it was no less amusing. And Ahsoka only rubbed salt into the wound as she laughed at their plight.

"Just… I don't have any words for this..." Obi-wan muttered, "Those… those two did all of this? And they barely broke a sweat?"

The cooling body of Master Hett, their basic humiliation (mostly in the form of Obi-wan's pants) and the three...friendly fire victims were the result of two Jedi Padawans. PADAWANS at the level of MASTERS. "I guess they train them better in the future then they do...here…" Ahsoka said, sounding rather… woozy. "Is this what being drunk feels like?" Ahsoka was like a tree in a hurricane now: swaying in every direction. Ron's Force Lightning did SOMETHING to her.

Anakin sighed "So… what do we do now?" He asked. "They obviously outclass us in practically every way… and that one kid had girls that transformed into Lightsabers! What was with that?"

"Something Jedi can do in the future?" Obi-wan asked. "Capturing them seems to be impossible, but id we're going to get more information, we need to. The Imperator can keep them from running from the system." Ahsoka hiccuped, as if drunk. "And we need to find out what in blazes Pinkerton did to your Padawan."

"He made her drunk on the Force somehow." Anakin said with a sigh. "I don't want to know what would happen if Dooku learned how to do that."

"Ron, we're all set here." Jordan said as he sat in the pilot seat of the ARC-170, while Kayra manned the rear gunner turret, while Mayra sat in the forward seat. "You about ready to leave this place?"

"Hang on a moment - sit still, you little lizard - there!" Ron shouted, "Ready!"

"You didn't bring one of those things with you?" Jordan asked.

"That ysalamiri was my pet." Ron said. "I loved it. Now I'm never going to see it again, and I would like to have a peaceful night's sleep without being harassed by long dead Sith Lords and crazed Jedi. The Wayfarer's ready for the jump, just dock and we'll be on our way to Alderaan."

Jordan rose an eyebrow "Alright, now why are we heading to Alderaan?" He asked, "Shouldn't we be going away from the Republic?"

"One, because no one from our time has seen Alderaan prior to Tarkin's Alderaan shattering kaboom." Ron said. "Two, we can't head directly to our next real stop without leading the GAR straight there. I'll take the ARC and we'll split up. The rendezvous is our favorite Sith homeworld."

Jordan sighed "Alright, though excuse me if I'm a bit… delayed for Korriban." He said, "Me, Mayra and Kayra need to make a stop somewhere else."

"Gives me enough time to kill off Darth Bane once and for all." Ron said. "He's at number 4 on my Sith shitlist, just below Palpy and Krayt."

"Then who's at number three?"

"That goes to Plagueis."

Jordan shook his head "Alright, taking off now." He said, "Once we dock, we make the jump to Hyperspace. I sure hope you have a plan for that Star Destroyer up there."

"Oh, I have a plan." His dark chuckles promised pain or amusement. Or both.

RSD Imperator

The prototype for the Imperator (or in the prime timeline, the future Imperial-class) was hanging in orbit, waiting for their rogue friends to show up. Which they did, in a Wayfarer-Class transport. Wilhuff Tarkin, the ship's acting commander, huffed. "Foolish of them." He said. "All guns, target the transport." They didn't get a chance to as the ship was pushed upwards. "What in the hell?!"

"The power to destroy a ship is insignificant, next to the power of the Force, bitch!" With the ISD in a spin, unable to target, let alone fire, the transport escaped Tarkin. "Yularen, they're heading straight for you!" Tarkin shouted. "Take them out!"

"We're having trouble here!" Yularen shouted, as Tarkin caught a glimpse of the Resolute in a similar situation, being spun around in a circle.

"Around and around they go, where they'll stop, no one knows! HAHAHAHAH!" A second voice shouted. "Sayonara Bitches!"

The Wayfarer jumped to hyperspace, and the would-be Grand Moff screamed in frustration and anger.

Two thirds of the Three Musketeers were facepalming in the form of their famed sci-fi 'rival'. "They GOT AWAY." Obi-wan shouted. "AGAIN."

"It's not our fault, General." Yularan said. "We lost control-" Ahsoka laughed uncontrollably behind them. "What happened to your apprentice?"

"That's something I'd like to know." Anakin muttered, while Obi-wan facepalmed. "They used the force to knock your ships out of the way." He said. "It's...a clever way to get away, once you think about it."

"I'm still amazed that they could do something like that..." Anakin said, "To be able to move a ship the size of Star Destroyers so easily… hell, even I haven't been able to do something like that!"

"I guess Ahsoka had a point. Standards HAVE gone up in their time. But we had best inform the Council of-" "HAHAHAHAHA!" Obi-wan would have sweatdropped had it been an anime. "The situation."

Ron the True Fan: Surprise. While you're going to rage and roar, I couldn't help myself. Eviltree's Star Wars: Destroying the Past inspired me, but I decided to take it up a few notches. (Read: dialled up to maximum)

117Jorn: Yeah. Though let's just say this is only going to lead to more insanity down the road :D

Ron the True Fan: Prepare for insanity!

Ja Ne!