I do not own Kim Possible, or the first 15 chapters of 'I am Jedi.' They belong to Disney and Trombe respectively. This fic has been adopted by me with permission from Trombe.

I am Jedi

Chapter One: Life at the temple

"For over a thousand generations the Jedi knights were the guardians of peace and justice.

Before the Dark times…before the Empire…"

Obi-wan Kenobi, Jedi Master (Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope)

Approximately 13 months before the Battle of Geonosis

Coruscant. The living, breathing, sentient capital of the Republic of the inner worlds. A planet brimming with life from all across the galaxy. A political center for what was once the most stable and greatest alliance against tyranny and champion for natural rights of sentient beings everywhere.

Yet for all its bustling airships, the sharp-witted arguments of its senators, the cat and mouse games the bureaucrats played, the people are its true heart. It is the People, who roam the streets hoping to make a living and live for another day, who dine in small diners debating about the Republic's policies, who comes home every day eager to comfort their children and embrace their wives while they ask about their day.

It is to them that the Jedi have sworn their allegiance.

Some have forgotten that. Many hope and pray that not all have.

In the Jedi temple, an Enclave of learning and understanding for the young Jedi lies the beginning of our story.

Secluded in the Jedi training grounds stood an auburn haired young woman. Her strikingly beautiful emerald eyes were alert and unwavering. Gracefully her body moved as she practiced her regular Katas and warm-ups. If anything, no one could say that Kim Possible was not diligent when it came to her training. Or anything else she did for that matter.

A swift punch here, a roundhouse kick that brushed and moved with the air, and finally a somersault that would make any Zabrak athlete green with envy.

"Check the name…she can do anything." A familiar and warm voice snapped her out of her own concentration. Cocking her hands her behind her head our beautiful heroine smiled as she found the source of her visitor's voice.

"Ron…No big." She wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked towards her life long companion. With his blond hair, freckled face full of expressions, big ears and unique (some would say lazy but unique seems to be what Kim preferred) approach to life Ron Stoppable could not have been any more different then the girl standing in front of him.

If it were not for the matching green and black robes they wore, everyone would have told you that they had nothing in common.

Then again they just simply do not know Kim and Ron that well.

Awake from her morning exercise and perspiring from the exertion Kim sat down on a bench. She grabbed and then dabbed herself with a little towel

" Way big. I've been at this for what, a good 10 years of my life now and I can barely move the way you do KP." Ron replied with that exasperated tone of his as he sat down next to Kim.

"Ron…" Kim gave a disapproving look at the boy beside her, who fumbled with his own fingers whenever she gave him any look like this. She hated it whenever Ron discouraged himself.

"I know, I know. Its not the Jedi way to doubt himself." Ron gently smiled at her.

"Wrong. Its not that doubting isn't normal, its that its not the Jedi way to let doubt stop him from doing his-"

"Or her." Ron retorted, earning a pause and a caring glance from Kim.

"Or her… best." She punched him lightly on the shoulder. Physical touch was always a comforting feeling, even though it might hurt a little.

"I'm trying KP. The Ronman's trying. Although to be fair you're making me look bad." Ron's trademark humor dispelled the doubts he was feeling earlier.

Kim found Ron's ability to not dwell on the present to be a fascinating part of him. One she was glad the freckled boy had.

"C'mon Potential boy. Since you so kindly interrupted me when I was practicing…how about some sparring while we're both here?" Kim was already up already heading for the sparring arena without waiting for Ron's reply.

Always headstrong, our Kimberly.

"Aw dang it. Why did I open my big mouth?" Ron sighed as he followed her.

The training grounds of the Jedi temple were enormous. Not as grandiose as the Senate or as imposing as the Chancellor's private abode, it was a marvel unto itself. White marble walls and pillars were placed harmoniously with exotic plants and trees. At the center was a fountain of the clearest water, built as a reminder that while in here the physical aspects of sparring and training might be a blur of motion, the mind must always be clear like the very water that flowed throughout the temple.

Two opposing figures stood on opposite sides of each other. One confident, the other somewhat lacking yet determined.

"Ready when you are Ron." Kim gave her friend an indication that she was ready as she lowered her body, hands curled up into fists, knees bent, and eyes set straight at the blond boy.

"R-ready as I'll ever be." I hope. Ron's thoughts were clear in the way he went into his own uniquely awkward stance.

As quick as lightning Kim made the first move. A flurry of punches that was deftly, yet almost barely being dodged by Ron.

Whoa! Wha! KP! His inner voice screamed inside of him as he continued to dodge blows. Dodging Kim's attacks was one thing. Sparring with her and having her expect more out of you is another.

"Ron! A retaliation would be nice once a while!" Kim's annoyance showed.

"I'm tryi-Whoa! I'm trying KP!" Barely dodging a kick to his head Ron stumbled out of the way and decided to capitalize on Kim's advice as he found an opening.

"Nice try!" Kim back flipped in the air, gracefully avoiding Ron's clumsy right hook.

Kim smiled mischievously as she landed behind Ron. "You're getting there though." As Ron turned around Kim flicked his nose teasingly and back flipped out of his range again.

"Hey!" Ron covered his nose, which was kind of tingling and not really in much pain. Kim chuckled a bit at his childish reaction. Slowly Ron found himself chuckling too.

And the sparring continued.

With each passing minute Ron seemed to grew more comfortable. Dodging Kim's attacks while at the same time launching his own offensive blows. Kim smiled to herself as her plan worked. Ron had plenty of potential, it didn't take the masters to tell her that. She knew that herself. She just needed to make him realize that and that slight half teasing half playfulness earlier seemed to ease his mood.

It wasn't long until Kim decided to kick things up a notch. "Sabers?" She inquired as she avoided Ron's latest attack.

"Sabers." Ron nodded in turn; already sweating from the work out he was being given.

Instantaneously two distinct hums roared to life as two sabers ignited for the first time.

Kim brought about her green lightsaber up to her head, complimenting her emerald eyes.

Ron answered in turn with his blue lightsaber in both hands, centered on his torso.

A moment passed before a dance of green and blue illuminated the sparring grounds.

It is often said that the lightsaber is an extension of the Jedi and his body. Kim and Ron's duel emulated this belief.

With graceful flips, fast swipes and wide slashes, Kim epitomized her preferred lightsaber combat style. Form IV: Ataru. Her auburn mane swayed as she bobbed, weaved, rolled, and flipped away from Ron's blue lightsaber which always seemed to be a second behind Kim. A casual observer might have thought Kim was just toying with Ron. In all honesty both of them were pouring their all into this duel. He is getting better though. Kim proudly admitted to herself.

Ron's heavy breathing and heavy concentration seemed to indicate otherwise as he constantly had to be alert of Kim's movements. Unlike the more dexterous and flexible redhead Ron knew that he just could not move the way she did and had come to terms in accepting that fact. Ron's preferred style had always been short and simple. Easy yet effective. Form I known as Shii-cho suited the blond boy just fine. Considering all the basic ideals of attack, parry, target zones, and practice drills were created with the Form I style, its simplicity and versatility had kept Ron from taking too many risks and with some effort on his part kept him on par with Kim. Although he knew she was taking it easy on him. He was just glad Kim was satisfied with the sparring he was giving her.

At least he hoped she was satisfied.

"Too early for saber duels, this day is. Is it not?" A slight chuckle echoed throughout the marbled grounds followed a sound of footsteps and the tapping of a wooden cane.

Simultaneously Kim and Ron both stopped and stared at the source of their disturbance.

Two pairs of eyes grew wide as saucers as they came to grips with whom their visitor was.

"M-master Yoda! I, uh…good morning to you master." Depowering her saber in hand Kim bowed her head in respect to the diminutive Jedi master.

"Oh! Uh…Morning to you too Master." Ron hastily followed the example of his companion.

"Hmm…The privilege for dueling with live blades, reserved for knights and masters is it not, Ronald?" Yoda inquired as he stopped in front of Ron. Waiting for his answer.

"I..uh..what I mean is…I know that padawans and apprentices train only with the sparring sabers, Master Yoda. Kim really had nothing to do with this I-"

Kim cut him off as she spoke out, " What he meant to say Master is that I wanted a more challenging sparring session and I proposed we practice with our lightsabers. I mean we are going to use them eventually in the future so why not get comfortable with them now. We didn't mean any harm by it Master Yoda. We did set our sabers on low power, We didn't want to hurt each other or anyone else for that matter." Kim exhaled, as she had just said a mouthful.

Kim and Ron felt like children who had been caught by their parent digging in the cookie jar before dinner. Not that either had any experience with such matters as parents or cookie jars. Well maybe Ron had come across a cookie jar once or twice.

Eyeing both of them, Yoda pondered for a second before giving to a small chuckle unique to the small green Jedi master, leaving both Kim and Ron very confused.

"No harm intended, Kimberly." Yoda clutched his cane near his heart. "Young, I was once. Broken rules before, I have." He then proceeded to smile slowly. "Seen a magnificent bout today, I have."

With that last comment Kim's eyes beamed with satisfaction and joy. Of all the Jedi Masters whose compliments mattered the most to any Jedi, knight or padawan it was that of the old and wise green teacher of the order.

She looked back at Ron whose face was alight with the same expression of satisfaction and joy.

"Thank you Master Yoda! I really appreciate it. " Kim said again bowing to show her respect.

"Yeah. That means a lot coming from you Master." Ron agreed heartily.

"Humph." Yoda snorted. "Treat me as a great Jedi, you two do. Simply an old wrinkly relic of the republic, I am."

The three of them shared a laugh with that one. Wise Master Yoda was after all not without a sense of humor.

With that said Yoda then proceeded to bid farewell to the two. "Go, I must. Many things require my attention today. "

Yoda then turned around once more before he would disappear for the day.

"Ronald."

"Yes Master Yoda sir!" He answered back.

"Practice your form, you must. Sloppy some of your strokes, I have seen."

"Aw man." Ron's disgruntled reply brought a smile to the Jedi master's face.

"Kimberly."

"Yes master Yoda?" Kim looked at Yoda intensely.

"Watch over Ronald."

That intensity broke into a caring smile. "Will do Master. "

Both of them bowed as Yoda began to slowly walk away.

"Yeah I think we're done for the day." Ron began to tuck away his battle worn lightsaber.

"Who says I'm done with you yet?" Kim eyed him.

Ron's eyes grew wider then ever "What?"

Before Ron even began Kim laughed at his wide-eyed expression. " Amp it down Ron. I was kidding." Kim clipped her lightsaber to her belt as she looked at her weary sparring partner.

"So not the drama." Both of them said without thinking.

"Jinx! You owe me a carbonated beverage!" Kim instinctively pointed out.

"Doh! Every time…" Ron smacked his forehead as he could only grin with Kim.

Not too far off into the distance, Master Yoda smiled with satisfaction.

Strong those two's bond, are. Been kind to young Kimberly and Ronald, the Force has been.

The Oldest Master of the Order continued on with his steps, for the day was far from over.

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AN. As I stated before I have adopted this fic from Trombe. I will be uploading new chapters in blocks of five as I make small changes to suit my own writing style. Thanks for reading and a giant Thank You to Trombe for allowing me to adopt this fic.