DISCLAIMER THE FIRST: If it relates to Star Wars, SG-1, Battlestar Galactica or Dune, you can bet I don't own any of it nor will I be making any money off it. Nope, not a dime even if I did grow up in the same town, went to the same high school and junior college that George Lucas did. More the pity.

PITHY STATEMENT RELATING TO THIS CHAPTER: "In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war, but it wasn't; It was different in many ways, as so were those that did the fighting. In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was twenty-six. In Vietnam he was nineteen" – Paul Hardcastle – British composer, musician, and multi-instrumentalist. (1957- )

LAST UPDATED ON: 01-25-2020

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STORY NOTE: The basic idea for this came from seeing the odd 'low-tech' approach one sees in Star Wars (especially in the Knights of the Old Republic) and how that sort of was mirrored in the Dune universe. By combining a bit of lore from SG-1 and Battlestar Galactica (more of the reboot than the original) you get a bit more of a cohesive reason for the weird mix-mash of high and low tech seen in Star Wars. It also will help explain the odd, "Your droids! We don't serve their kind here" from A New Hope along with why or why can't R2 type droids speak normally?

The story concept itself came from a Facebook meme stating that Amidala, Anakin and Leia all had done lots of stuff by the time they were 19 whereas Luke was sitting around playing with his model of his T-16. I wrote that about the only thing Luke could have done on Tatooine was somehow take over Jabba's criminal empire. I then pointed out that now that I brought that idea up that I should write a fan-fic about it. So I am.

STORY WARNING: For quite a bit of this story will be interspersed with exposition by the soul of who once was Princess Irulan. This will give the back-story of how my version of the combined SW/SG-1/BG/Dune universe got to be the way it is. Don't blame me if you skip it and get confused.

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CHAPTER ONE – UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES

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"With the Force, all things are possible." While this did not become known for countless generations, the Force has always been with us and within us. Long ago, before the time when this soul was embodied to the daughter of the Emperor Adama IV, the Force might as well been described as the fortune of the Gods as much as it was understood.

Fantastical powers through mystical training had been a tradition (and legend) among humans since the beginning of recorded history as far back as Old Earth. But by the time of the Stargate Diaspora, all that was left was the legends. Even the actual rare occurrence of someone (usually a child) manifesting the Force was explained away or ignored as an urban myth.

In this age, there are many who believe that sensitivity to the Force in humans is why the race was spread throughout the galaxy. Some theorize that humans were genetically altered by the Ancients (now known as the Rakata of the Infinite Empire) to be Force sensitive and thus more useful servants. Whatever the truth, the facts show that the Force has always been with us even when we ignored the signs.

Regardless of the reason for our Force sensitivity, humans have been one of the driving forces in our galaxy. And yet even after all the millennia, the original home of man, Earth, is still lost. The Twelve Colonies location also remain a mystery as even with the few gates still in use cannot connect to humanity's oldest homes. Much of the original data on Earth's Stargate was lost during the initial Cylon revolt. Even more was lost in the following Cylon Wars.

However, the mass casualties of those wars bore unexpected fruit. The unlocking of the human genome prior to the Diaspora gave hope that through eugenics and cloning, the losses could be replaced and perhaps even so called 'trans-humans' could be created to help fight the Cylons. If they could not defeat machines with other machines perhaps the Cylons could be defeated by a more enhanced type of human.

Thus many groups, often with strong religious views, began to explore eugenics and selective breeding. It was the Bene Gesserit Order who first began to unlock some of the old secrets of the Force. Yet those early witches misread what was in front of them. Even so, their breeding program and others help stave off disaster at first and brought about the creation of the Mentats. Their mental abilities gave the Colonials a way to lessen their dependence on computers which the Cylons had proven able to hack again and again. Cloned soldiers help bolster the ranks of humanity enough so that the Colonies felt victory against the machines was finally in their grasp.

The Cylons, however, used cloning against humanity by putting Cylon consciousness into cloned bodies. This allowed the infiltration of the Colonies which led made the last Cylon War less of a conflict and more of a one-sided slaughter. What had been the servant and apprentice had risen up to become the master. Within a matter of days, the humans of the Twelve Colonies faced total extinction.

The survivors of the Purge fled to the stars with whomever and whatever they could. With them was Luka McQuarrie, a woman who many saw as insane or dealing with an unknown form of autism. Little did the kind family which refused to leave Luka behind know that they would be responsible for their own salvation.

Contrary to what the Bene Gesserit believed, they did little in terms of awakening the Force but merely were the first to listen again. Luka had been seen as an embarrassing failure by the Bene Gesserit Order but in that failure, Luka had been opened up to a greater power.

Once again, the Force was with humanity even if humans did not realize it. While initially successful in escaping Colonial space, the rag-tag fleet following the Battlestar Galactica soon found themselves pursued. At first the hardy veterans kept the Cylons at bay but soon found themselves truly stuck between two certainties of death. Death by the very machines they had created or inevitable death by having to make almost blind jumps into uncharted hyperspace.

As the Cylon fleet neared and the first certainty of death loomed, the fleet desperately fought to gain time to make a partial attempt at charting a safe jump. In doing so, they crafted and even more desperate plan to use the Battlestar Pegasus as an enormous mine to attempt to destroy as much of the Cylon fleet as possible.

It was at this point, the Force working through Luka seemed to intervene. Addled by premonitions and images she could not understand, Luka still managed to convince Adama's daughter Athena to let her link to the navigational computers. Direct mind-to-machine interfaces were still new but had proved a promising counter to Cylon hacking.

With her mind burning with Force visions, Luka linked all the remaining ships to the Galactica and began the jump just as the Pegasus exploded and with it the Cylon fleet. Was this extra burst of energy what threw the ships so far? Or was the Force working through Luka to bring them to their destiny? To this day no one knows, and Luka died in the process and no hint of a Force ghost of her has ever been recorded.

When reverting to normal space, the survivors marveled at what their instruments were telling them. They had jumped so far, the stars themselves were different. Who knew what they might find in this new sector of space? Filled with new purpose, the fleet limped to the nearest habitable planet. Imagine their surprise then when the desolate planet they arrived at was already inhabited by human beings!

Musings in The Force – The Ascendant Princess Irulan as spoken to Winter Celchu

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LARS HOMESTEAD, TATOOINE, 11 BBY– EVENING

Darth Vader watched as the flames devouring the home of his step-brother sent up dark smoke to obscure the dying rays of the two setting suns. He searched his feelings but found nothing. No remorse, no satisfaction and certainly no regret. Neither of these were emotions which made one strong in the Dark Side. Indeed while his Master preached letting the hatred flow through one,

Vader had found a cold detachment to work best for him. While he could summon up the hatred as hot as the lava of Mustafar, Vader normal state was as cold as the dunes of Tatooine at midnight: silent, cold, and desolate. For all he was a Sith Lord, Vader acknowledge that his Jedi upbringing was the probable cause for this.

Also, while the power of his hatred was mighty, Vader felt that it blinded him too much when he fought Obi-Wan. He had meditated on that fight many times since that fateful day and realized he made so many critical, tactical mistakes. Some from his own arrogance in his himself that had carried him throughout the Clone Wars, but some from being too deeply emmeshed in the Dark Side to think of anything but the next attack.

No, Vader had learned that he as better when cold and emotionless like an assassin droid. This had served him well when he had taken the Jedi Temple. The screams of the younglings as most of them were stunned and carted off to be converted to the Dark Side or die had barely scratched the surface of his heart. Even killing the younglings and padawans who resisted was something he barely thought of so the killing the people he barely knew, even if they were family, wasn't much in the grand scheme of things.

Besides his master had decided that Vader needed to clean up all the ties that bound him to Anakin Skywalker. While the Jedi had been pilloried in the histories written after the Jedi Purge, Anakin Skywalker supposedly died defending Palpatine from Mace Windu and the other Jedi who had gone to arrest the Chancellor.

Until recently there hadn't been anyone to question this, but there had been two signs of trouble of late. Even with Darth Sidious' masterful plan, there was still much unrest and outright rebellion throughout what was the Old Republic and Separatists systems. However, of late, what previously had been localized defiance of Imperial rule, there seemed to be a coordinated coalescence of a dedicated rebel faction with the intent to overturn the Empire and return to the corrupt old ways of the Republic. Among those rebels were certainly the Jedi who had survived and had yet to be hunted down. The propaganda value of the release of Vader's previous life was something both he and his master wished to not come about.

Secondly Darth Sidious had decided that Darth Bane's Rule of Two was no longer needed given the almost complete destruction of the Jedi Order. Thus, the growth of the new Sith Order meant new acolytes to the Dark Side. Indeed many of the padawans taken alive from the Jedi Temple were even now coming into what would have been knighthood if they remained Jedi. Most became part of the Inquisitorius, but some were spread among the fleet as Sith Adepts. If Vader's many duties had allowed it, he would most certainly have an apprentice. All of these new Sith worked to cement Imperial rule given

Of course with so many new force users jockeying for prestige and position in the eyes of the Emperor came competition and ambition. While Vader had expected problems when Asajj Ventress reappeared, she seemed not to care that he was once her enemy Anakin Skywalker. For all his changes, Ventress knew his Force signature too well to be fooled by his protective armor.

Of course, Vader felt much of Ventress' reluctance to reveal his former identity was that his master still viewed her with suspicion and she knew it. No, it was the newer adepts and many of the Inquisitorius, filled with ambition, who might be tempted to use the knowledge of his previous identity if discovered. So, Vader had used a fleet exercise to visit various places tied to Anakin Skywalker to further muddle any ties leading to Darth Vader.

The Lars were the last of such ties. Luckily hyperspace travel into and out of the Tatooine system was difficult and so Vader was able to disguise the visit as training to give Star Destroyer crews experience with star systems with difficult gravitic conditions which made places like Tatooine favored by smugglers. What better place to base out of then areas where even a single Star Destroyer had to make careful extra jump calculations each time? The smaller smuggler ships could get into and out of hyperspace long before most large Imperial ships could do so.

Bringing in an entire fleet of ships was even more difficult and fraught with potential dangers.

Vader smiled behind his mask. That it was difficult was common knowledge but obviously difficult did not mean in any way impossible. It was just most admirals chose not to risk it given the lack of ships available on the Outer Rim. Of course the real reason was having a ship under their command damaged, even when it was just bad luck, wasn't something any of the commanders wanted on their record. Vader supposed it was much like running aground on a water-based ship never looked good. Padmé had once mentioned something like that happening to a friend's son back on Naboo.

Vader turned and looked out towards the Jutland Wastes. Besides the fleet training, it was always good to remind such local tyrants as Jabba the Hutt that they existed because the Emperor didn't feel any pressing need to have them exterminated. He was sure Jabba was even now hiding out somewhere beyond the horizon on his sand-barge worrying that the orbiting fleet might open fire on his castle at any moment. Which Vader would have had already done if his Master had not already forbidden it. He had admonished Vader to be patient; when the Empire was stabilized, the scum of the galaxy would feel the harsh boot of Imperial power come down upon them.

Vader's smile faded as something brushed up against his senses. Vader slowly turned as he ignored the stormtroopers preparing for their departure. Finally looking out towards where the Dune Sea filled the horizon, Vader paused. He thought he'd felt something, something familiar.

Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

He cast his senses out but found nothing. Yet Vader persisted. Growing up on Tatooine made the Sith well aware how difficult the planet could be. The planet's Force signature could only be described as prickly. Out past the rocky plateaus there was the ever-present danger of the Tusken and the Worms. While not as enormous as their ancestors on Arrakis, most Tatooine Worms still were massive enough to swallow an adult bantha with ease. Likewise, the Tuskens might not be as fanatical and skilled as the legendary Fremen, those who took the danger of the Tusken raiders lightly usually had their water taken and their bodies tossed into the nearest sarlaac pit.

Then there was the Spice Mélange.

Again, not as prevalent as on Arrakis or even Jakku or Varadan, Tatooine produced enough Spice to make an impact on the Force. While Emperor Palpatine had declared the old orders such as the Bene Tleilax to be disbanded, like the Jedi Order, the witches of the Bene Gesserit Order were to be brought to the Imperial Palace to be executed.

Of course, that is what the public had been told. Vader knew his master gave any Bene Gesserit a choice of joining his secret group of soothsaying witches or be crucified and have their bodies hung on the Imperial Promenade as a warning to others. Surprisingly few accepted the offer and early on after the Jedi Purge, the promenade had been filled with the decaying bodies of the witches who had refused his master.

Vader also knew many who did accept were tested and most ended up in the new Inquisitorius. Only a handful were senior handmaidens and only one Reverend Mother which had formed a secret group reporting directly to the Emperor. While divination with the Force was something Darth Sidious was an expert at, history had shown Force users that Spice often brought a unique view on upcoming events. Darth Sidious was anything but careless and his success at bringing down the Jedi Order and forming the Galactic Empire proved it. He would not turn down a power even one he mostly scoffed at.

Unlike most Force users, Vader had a much different view regarding Spice. It certainly affected one's Force abilities and most Jedi and Sith had felt it damaging to those abilities. Yet Vader himself grew up surrounded by it. Not enough to change his eyes but still present in his system. Did he not surpass so many of the Jedi in power? Did Palpatine not seek him out for his affinity with the Force?

Thus, Vader himself kept abreast of anything Spice related even as he searched for lost Bene Gesserit lore as much as he did that of the Sith. He had already come upon something which might bring about a change in his burnt condition. A change, that for now, he kept to himself.

Vader continued to stretch his senses out but finally withdrew back to himself. The feeling of something was still there but it had faded into the background. Searching his feelings, Vader admitted that while he felt no remorse due to Owen Lars' death, how could he not be affected by being here once again? Wasn't it from this very spot that he had left his beloved Padmé to rescue Shmi from the Tusken raiders who had captured her? Hadn't the following slaughter begun to open his eyes to the power of the Dark Side?

Vader turned and made his way to the commander of his guards. It had been nostalgia, nothing more.

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That humans were already on Arrakis had been a shock to those of the rag-tag fleet. Finding out that there was life beyond Earth was shocking enough without it being other humans. Of course the even larger shock was these humans shared the galaxy with hundreds of alien species. Certainly the existence of the Stargate seemed conclusive proof of other sentient species, but for all their time living in the Twelve Colonies, beyond the gates themselves, no evidence of aliens had ever found. To suddenly find themselves in a part of the galaxy littered with intelligence species was at first overwhelming.

Accompanying this feeling of shock was fear. What would become of them now? Had they traded salvation from the Cylons only to be quickly taken advantage of or even enslaved? At first glance, the refugees from the Twelve Colonies were at a severe disadvantage. However it soon became apparent that this was not the case. Their new neighbors and rivals had better hyperspace technology and well mapped hyperspace lanes but the technology the Colonials brought with them was more advanced than the current galactic standard.

Added to this was the Fremen. Many times various corporations and even empires had tried to conquer Arrakis. They all failed. The Colonials, however, did not come as conquerors but refugees. Added to this was that by a quirk of Fate or perhaps the Force itself, much of traditions of the Bene Gesserit order married up with many Fremen legends and prophecies. Thus they were much more welcoming to the refugees than they might have been.

It also helped that Colonists decided that Arrakis (nicknamed 'Dune' by the Colonials) was too inhospitable to attempt any sort of long-term colonization. Flying in the face of what was considered accepted wisdom by the galaxy at large, the Colonials terraformed the next planet out from Arrakis and named it Secundus. This act help make the Colonials look foolish to the eyes of the galaxy at large. Why terraform a marginal planet when there were so many good planets a hyperspace jump away? This initial action of thinking the new humans were stupid and harmless actually helped keep attention away from the Colonials at a critical time. That the planet they were terraforming was a nasty piece of work helped.

Even now, centuries after the terraformations completion, Secundus (subsequently renamed Salusa) remains a cold, harsh world. A fitting twin to the hot, harsh Arrakis. From this planet along with domed cities on the two moons of Dune and other bodies in the system, the Colonials pondered their options and looked at the galaxy around them for their next step.

The Force favored them once again as the galaxy was in a state of flux as an old Empire was in the process of falling apart into warring factions. Sensing a rare opportunity, the Colonials took action. With the promise of sharing their superior technology, the Colonials took up with one of the weakest factions. With their help, this faction became powerful, but it rapidly became apparent that working with the Colonials had been a deal with the devil. The one time hopeful to become the next Emperor found himself deposed as the Colonials took control of his forces and the systems under his control.

Soon the former refugees had carved out their own Empire led by Adama the First. Yet the Emperor was no tyrant as his power was limited by the Landsraad. This was a council created out of the factions of the Twelve Colonies. As each group gravitated towards certain types of planets brought into the Empire, new powers emerged as well. So out of the pool of Picon refugees came House Atreides of Caladan just as those from Tauron became House Harkonnen of Giedi Prime.

After a turbulent beginning, the new Empire was at peace with the other governments that had grown out of the previous Empire. Yet almost from the beginning there were seeds of trouble. The ancestors of the Jedi and Sith looked at the Bene Gesserit Order with suspicion as they quickly took the Spice Mélange into their plans. They were even more concerned as warriors trained in their weirding way were feared. That many of them were Fremen who had left Arrakis to try test their mettle made them even more dangerous. Whether empire, trade confederation or republic, the neighbors of the new Colonial Empire were nervous.

Conversely the denizens of the new Colonial Empire looked at the hordes of droids used throughout the galaxy with deep mistrust. They found it hard to believe the assurances that droids were incapable of revolt. The scars born from their war with the Cylons they themselves had inadvertently created ran deep. By the time of my father, Adama the Fourth, this mutual distrust would erupt into a galaxy wide war. A jihad whose affects lingers to this present day.

Musings in The Force – The Ascendant Princess Irulan as spoken to Winter Celchu

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DUNE SEA, APPROXIMATELY 136km FROM THE LARS HOMESTEAD, TATOOINE, 11 BBY– NIGHT TIME

Luke was just a young boy.

And right now he was a very scared young boy.

Within the last few hours, Luke's simple life on a moisture farm had come crashing down into chaos. Previously the biggest excitement in his life had been the occasional sighting of a Worm while standing on Hamyl Ridge overlooking the Dune Sea while watching his uncle work on a moisture vaporator. That and the immense sand-crawlers of visiting Jawas. There had even been that scary night when a group of Tuskens had ridden up to the perimeter on their banthas. Luke had been so scared, but Uncle Owen had fearlessly walked out, talked for a while and the Tuskens had left.

Luke would trade the fear he'd felt that night for what was going on now. The surprise when he had been woken up in his bed by a frantic Ben Kenobi. The confusion as he had been hustled out with barely the clothes on his back into a speeder. The fear as men in white armor had swarmed around his home, red bolts of death bright in the twilight gloom. The horror at the cries of his Uncle and Aunt and the sight of a black-armored figure watching from a nearby dune. The feeling of helplessness as Ben Kenobi had been wounded by an errant blaster bolt. The despair at watching the man pass out and wondering where the speeder was auto-programmed to go.

Now Luke was feeling terror. Straight up terror as the speeder had finally stopped in front of a home along a ridge on the edge of the Dune Sea. The problem was almost as soon as the speeder had stopped, out of the gloom and into the light cast by the single door glow was a group of Tusken atop their banthas.

Luke knew the stories of what Tuskens often did to the likes of him. While not as fanatical as the fabled Fremen of Arrakis, the Tusken of Tatooine held enough to their ancestors ways that often the only value one such as Luke had to the raiders was for the water in his body.

Luke's heart seemed to jump into his throat as Ben Kenobi groaned and sat up from where he had been slumped against the speeder's control wheel during the journey.

"Sir? Now would be a good time to wake up," Luke pleaded.

Without opening his eyes, Ben let out a groan, "Calm yourself, young Skywalker. I was merely in a healing trance. There is nothing to fear now that we are at my home."

Luke looked out at the Tusken who seemed to be simply watching, "Um…tell that to the Tuskens!"

Kenobi's eyes snapped open and he quickly looked at the scene around him. As he did, it felt to Luke as if the Tusken snapped from careful boredom to hyper-alertness. Almost all drew weapons.

"Blast!" Kenobi said and went to reach for a button on the speeder's console but reared back in pain. Luke saw the old man's side was drenched in blood.

"Give up Force user! There is nowhere to run. No trick you can pull. It has been foreseen that Ben Kenobi dies this day! A momentous day! A day filled with change for the Tusken! Do not dishonor your warrior days with weakness. We shall make your death quick in honor of those days when your blade was feared throughout the space-ways. Your water will be cherished. Do not taint it with fighting a battle you cannot win!"

Kenobi hissed at the words which rang out from the gloom. Luke looked again at the wound in the old man's side and his heart sank. The Tusken was right; the old man looked in a bad way. But what did he mean calling Ben a Force user? Did that mean he was a Jedi? They all had been killed; hadn't they?

All around them, the Tusken began a weird breathy chant which sounded like a deeper version of a moisture vaporator bleeding off too much pressure.

Ben took some deep breaths before reaching down to a compartment between him and Luke. Popping it open, he took out a silver cylinder. He gave it to Luke who took it without a word. From countless vid-shows and history lessons from Aunt Beru, Luke knew it was a lightsaber. Did that mean old Ben Kenobi was a Jedi? A real-life Jedi?

"Luke," Ben wheezed, "I'm sorry; I've failed you. I've failed you like I failed Master Jinn and little Asoka and how I failed, oh how I failed your father. Please, I know there is little chance for you, my boy but I had to give you this. It was your father's lightsaber. I know your uncle told you he was a pilot on a freighter but that was a lie. Your father, Anakin Skywalker was once a great Jedi warrior and a good friend. He…he died and I know that Anakin would have wanted you to hold his lightsaber if only for a moment before the end. I am sorry that you never got the chance to learn its ways and take up the mantle of the Force that is your birthright."

Luke looked into the blue eyes of the old Jedi (because Luke realized that the man he knew as simply Ben Kenobi was actually General Obi-Wan Kenobi, famous Jedi general of the Clone Wars) and which meant Luke's father was the martyr hero known as the Jedi Without Fear.

Ben coughed up some blood and whispered, "I'm so sorry" before slumping unconscious once more against the steering controls.

The sound of the raiders chant increased, and a few had begun to cry out in the rarely heard (and always feared) ululating battle cry. Even their banthas began to stamp their feet and snort in excitement.

Luke looked down at his father's lightsaber. His father. The man he'd been told had died in a hyperspace accident but who had died in battle if the histories were to be believed. He looked at the wounded Jedi and then back out to the Tusken, many who were now pumping their gaffi sticks in the air. Most outlanders thought them weapons and while they could be used as such, Luke knew their primary purpose was used to ride the Worms.

Mindful of what the Tusken leader had said and what Luke knew of the Tusken, he climbed out of the speeder and faced where he thought leader's voice had come from. He thumbed what he prayed was the on switch and was rewarded with the snap-hiss as the saber ignited in blue brilliance. He thrust out his left leg and balanced his weight on a bent right leg. Luke held the lightsaber in both hands so that it was positioned horizontally before his face. Somehow this position felt natural and so Luke took a deep breath and waited.

He knew he was going to die. Luke knew if he was very lucky his actions might bring him a quick death and hopefully as painless as possible. Yet Luke felt strangely energized. As he glared defiantly at the Tuskens around him, Luke felt as if some greater force than himself was pleased with his actions.

For a moment there was silence as the chanting and war chants stilled. Even the banthas went still. Finally a voice cried out, "Bogdan, you know the Law! What are we waiting for? Let us take their water, Naib, and then be gone from this place!"

Luke managed to keep from flinching at this but still had to bite his lip to do it.

The leader's voice called out, "I do not need you to tell me the Law, Artiom! But this…"

"…this is something beyond the Law. This is prophecy fulfilled! Bogdan, we must bring this boy back to the Sayyadina," called out a woman's voice. One filled with steel and pain.

Around Luke, the Tusken began to whisper excitedly amongst themselves. Yet to his right a raider jumped off his bantha, drew the crysknife from his belt and advanced on Luke. "No fancy Force wielder's blade is going to keep me from taking your water, whelp! It is the Law."

"Artiom! Stop! I command it!" cried out Bogdan in anger.

The Tusken ignored his leader and closed on Luke with his crysknife held in one hand crossed over his body with his other arm to form an X. Luke knew from stories his Uncle told that this stance was used to confuse an opponent on whether the Tusken was going to attack with the blade or strike with his hand. While the weirding way of the original Fremen, so feared during the anti-droid Butlerian Jihad, had mostly been lost, no long-time resident of Tatooine ignored the dangers of facing a Tusken in hand-to-hand combat.

Without a conscious thought, Luke switched his stance. He didn't know why, but now his form felt better prepared to deal with the Tusken who was almost upon him. Yet in a flash, his opponent had problems of his own.

From out of the gloom came a swift, shimmering rush descended upon Artiom. The Tusken warrior tried to turn to meet this new threat but in another flash of shimmering movement, Luke watched as Artiom reeled from multiple blows and quickly sank unconscious into the sand.

Suddenly to Luke's left, away from easy reach of his lightsaber, the shimmering coalesced into that of another Tusken; a woman if the style of her armored stillsuit was anything to go by. Her piercing blue Spice-converted eyes seem to glow from behind the traditional Tusken mask as she looked down at him.'

"Put that down, boy. You will not be harmed as much as my blood wishes otherwise. That blade drank the blood of all of my clan but me. So I'd very much like to gut you and let your water be wasted upon the sands. Yet in a sick twist of fate, it seems you are the Chosen One. The one to bring us into a new age and bring balance to the Force," the woman said in a gravelly voice Luke thought sounded like his uncle's father before he died.

The Tusken leader Bogdan made his way to where the Tusken woman stood, "Ksenia! What is the meaning of this?"

Ksenia turned and stared down the irate raider, "Meaning? There is no meaning! There is Fate. Fate has brought this boy to us. Fate is in the making. And it is our fate to bring this boy to the Sayyadina. For through Fate and the Force, if he is the Chosen One, then tonight our people's road to long lost glory begins!"

The surrounding Tusken suddenly began to shout questions which then quickly turned into a chanting mob in a language Luke knew to be the original Fremen tongue which even the best protocol droid only knew snatches of.

The leader raised a clenched fist and screamed out an order in that same tongue. When silence again descended upon them, he let it continue for a moment. The silence of the desert seemed almost unnatural to Luke at that moment. So much so that it seemed his swiftly beating heart might as well be loud enough to attract a Worm.

Finally Bogdan turned from what almost seemed to be a staring match between himself and Ksenia to look at Luke. "As she said, boy; turn that off. You may keep it for now but as Ksenia has said. That blade has drunk deep in Tusken blood. While we may admire a warrior's heart and skill in battle, we are not one to forget or forgive. So be mindful of what you do or say. As Sister Ksenia has said, you will be brought before our Sayyadina. It will be she who will decide if we take your water or not. Do you understand?"

Luke began to nod before he fumbled to turn off the lightsaber before nodding furiously again, "Yes, sir. Yes sir, I do."

Bogdan looked at Luke for a moment before turning back to his warriors, "Loot the building but destroy nothing! If this boy is who Ksenia believes him to be then the Jedi might have things useful for the boy's future."

A voice called out from the gloom, "What about the Force wielder?"

Bogdan looked back to the speeder where Kenobi was still slumped unconscious against the steering controls, "Take his water and be quick about it."

Suddenly a swarm of images swam before Luke's mind. Images of Kenobi. He was standing in what looked like a vast field of long yellow grass. The kind Luke had seen on agri-planets in vid-lessons. He was with another man with close-cut hair who was sparring with lightsaber with a dark-haired boy only a little older than himself wielding his own oddly shaped lightsaber. In the distance a young, well-built woman in colorful armor laughed with an alien the size of a Wookie that Luke didn't recognized. The feeling Luke had earlier returned. He felt energized like when he had tried a stim-stick filched from his Uncle.

"Wait!" Luke cried out. "You can't take his water!"

All around him the Tusken began to laugh. "And why not, young one?" Bogdan asked.

"I see…I've seen…it's just somehow I know he's supposed to go somewhere else. Somewhere with two other people with lightsabers. They are on a planet of grass," Luke stammered out.

The hooting laughter switched to frantic whispers. Bogdan looked to Ksenia, "Sister?"

Ksenia looked at Luke intently before turning towards the speeder. She took a deep breath and then held her arms out in front of her, palms out and raised them slowly over her head. She held that pose, breathing deeply for a minute or two as silence descended again as everyone watched.

Finally her head snapped up as she dropped her arms. She turned back to Bogdan and Luke, "The boy is right. His end is not here."

A voice cried out, "But the Sayyadina said Ben Kenobi would die this day!" Other voices joined in to cry out their agreement.

Ksenia cut them off with a swift gesture, "Yes she did. But I am her apprentice. I know that foreseeing is never an easy road to the future. Sayyadina Mariya is correct; the Tatooine life of Ben Kenobi is over. Killed unknowingly by his old padawan, battle companion, friend and betrayer. But the boy is right; the Jedi still has a role to play. To do so he must become Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Jedi Master once again. Bind his wounds and get him into his home. I am sure he will have the necessary bacta available to keep him healthy enough to survive. With his charge lost to him, he will leave and thus Ben Kenobi will cease to exist."

Ksenia turned and looked down at Luke. "I have a feeling that you and Kenobi will meet again. However, will you reunite as friends or over crossed sabers?"

Luke gulped as the Tusken woman began to laugh. This laugh chilled him more than the frigid desert air had ever done.

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A/N: A lot of back-story via the musings will take a while. Some of it is story driven, most is world building. For those who have never played KOTOR I or II, it behooves you to read them given how a lot of info from those original games is going to be VERY important to this story.

Feel Free to PM Me: Even though I saw Star Wars first-hand in 1977 (and as my disclaimer noted, in George Lucas' hometown) by knowledge of the Expanded Universe is not what it should be. So using Wookipedia and other lore picked up from SW fan-fics, I hope to be as accurate as possible even as I will be making changes. For example, the planets of Dune do not exist in the SW Universe but at this time I'm either adding them or I'm thinking that after the Butlerian Jihad, they changed their names similar to how many towns in America with German names changed them during/after WW I and II. Still if you have a question, comment or think I messed something up, please PM me. I'll take all the help I can get. This also applies to BSG 2.0 which I didn't see too much of and wasn't too thrilled with. Even though I liked what I saw of Caprica, I didn't get to see much of that show either.

The Stargates: Most of the tie-in to SG-1 relates to the gates. The Ancients created them just as they may have manipulated the emerging human's genome. For now, the concept is the Ancients took samples of humans and left the planet fallow. However, later humanity discovered the Stargate. However, they only were able to discover/decipher 12 gate dial-ups which would become the Twelve Colonies. Earth was facing a crisis of some sort, so a lot of people left and then contact with Earth was lost. Why? I don't know and right now it probably doesn't affect the story anyway.

Reference to SG-Universe: The reason none of the gates in the SW universe can dial back to the Twelve Colonies is that they don't realize they need to crank out that eighth and ninth chevron positions due to the distance. I have gone back and made some changes given I think making Irulan and Revan Ascendant beings rather than Force Ghosts. I'm thinking that as of now, a Force Ghost is different than someone who fully ascends. I also feel a soul has to go through quite a few reincarnations before it gets to a point where they could ascend.

The Twelve Colonies: Originally the only way to get to and fro the Colonies was via the Stargate. Later a primitive form of hyperdrive was created. However hyperspace was really dangerous and only through using mathematics related to the Stargate address were hyperspace routes to the other colonies made possible. Unknown at the time was the colonies were actually very close in the real world and in fact where in some ways creations of the Ancients themselves to make travel time smaller.

Vader Changes: As this story progresses, we shall see some major changes to Vader. One is obviously in this chapter. It came about because why would Darth Sidious want all those younglings and padawans dead? In almost all the other literature, it seems Sith are able to convert Fore users into some form of corrupted Sith with ease. Younglings and padawans would seem ripe for this. So the idea that Anakin suddenly jumped to the Dark Side and just cut down a bunch of kids seems too much for me to take.

Order 66 Change: Given the precognizant nature of Force Users, it seems strange that pretty much every Jedi got instantly whacked by Order 66. Certainly Palpatine has his whole "Shroud of the Dark Side" over things BUT that shouldn't have affected the tactical nature of battle precognition all Jedi have a talent for even if most never had it at the level of Bastila Shan. Plus, the death of Mace Windu and 3 Jedi Masters along with the fall of The Hero Without Fear should have thrown up a big warning in the Force. So while Order 66 would place most Jedi in a bad position,

I'm still of the opinion that many Jedi would be able to escape simply because as the Order is about to go out, most Jedi (especially the Masters) would be getting a huge "WARNING! WARNING! WILL ROBINSON!" alert from the Force. So in this fic, a lot more Jedi survived. This, however, is counter-balanced with what I mention above in regard to Vader: most younglings and a lot of the padawans from the Jedi temple were captured and converted to become Sith adepts or Inquisitorius. So while there were more surviving Jedi, there were also more Force users able to help track them down. However, as shown in a later chapter, one reason many of these Jedi haven't done much is the fear that the Emperor will sense them. Again, this is addressed in a later chapter.

Guild Navigators: Given the Stargates and technology relevant too them, hyperspace travel was discovered. Therefore the Spacing Guild and its navigators never developed.

Fun with Names: It's always great when things come together like how in my HP stories that 1066 is very close to when Hogwarts was founded. Likewise it's nice that Shadaam and Adama sound rather similar. Of course Luka McQuarrie is another geeky in-joke. Oh if anyone wonders, yes Adama was pretty old by the end of BSG but Dune canon has spice treatments extending life.

The Old Republic: In keeping with how the new KOTOR is seems to be panning out (I don't know because I don't have a computer which can play it) it seems there is a lot of fiddling with what the Old Republic was likely. In my thinking, the Republic isn't this thousands of year-old government rather many "Republics" have risen and fallen. However like many historical empires, many keep the capitol of the previous regime because it's easier. Thus Coruscant probably was a big mercantile center and then became the center of a new empire/republic. Over time, it continued even as the galaxy's government went through changes. Would Darth Sidious have moved his capitol to someplace like Dromund Kaas or just let inertia keep them it on Coruscant?