Hey y'all. Back again with NGFFA: Revamped. The action is starting to pick up. I wanted to have this ready for the release of Episode VII, then moved it to Christmas, then to New Years. But, better late than never. Hope you all enjoy. This was an ordeal to write, let me tell you right now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I own Star Wars.

Bending back, Obi-wan twisted, deflecting two blasts with his lightsaber before calling upon the Force to throw his opponents across the room. He took a deep breath before reclaiming his stance as the two pirates stood once more. As they scrambled to regain their blasters, Obi-wan once more used the Force, pulling their blasters toward his own feet. The two glared darkly as their weapons skidded across the metal floor, out of their reach. The Padawan, meanwhile, just shot them a slightly amused look. "You're more than welcome to come and get them, but I would advise against it," he half-cautioned, half-joked. Some part of him actually hoped they would come at him. This was his first mission in several weeks, as the Council had forbidden him from leaving the Jedi Temple on Coruscant until they could be certain that his...condition, wouldn't compromise him. The two merely shared a look at first, before releasing a war-cry and rushed in, charging at the young Jedi. Obi-wan just deactivated his lightsaber as the two closed in.

Before they could reach the Padawan, he made a grabbing motion and twisted, throwing his arm as though he were throwing an object. The two were shoved forcefully from behind, practically lifted from the ground, causing them to sail past Obi-wan and slam into the walls behind him. While the first was sent into sweet unconsciousness immediately upon impact, the second tried to stand once more. He never made it all the way to his feet. A flick of Obi-wan's wrist indicated that he was directing the Force, as the smuggler's eyes glazed over and a smile of contentment crossed his face. Closing his eyes, he simply went to sleep standing up, going limp and sinking to the floor. "Master," Obi-wan greeted as Qui-gon Jinn stepped from the shadows, having witnessed his apprentice's masterful use of the Force. Qui-gon nodded in acknowledgment.

"I see you had little trouble. It appears you're beginning to return to form," Qui-gon noted, glad that his apprentice was once more feeling normal. Motioning to the massive door, the Jedi Master manipulated the controls, causing the bunker to open to the blinding white and harsh cold of Hoth. A rush of wind sucked the heat from the room, and they each took a deep breath, centering themselves and calling on the Force to abate the cold. "More than that, your skills are growing considerable. I forsee you becoming a powerful Jedi Knight, my apprentice." The Padawan bowed his head, pleased with the praise from his Master. While pride was generally discouraged in the Order, Obi-wan had always hungered for Qui-gon's approval, ever since the Jedi Master had taken him as his student when nobody else would. Without Qui-gon, Obi-wan would have been sent to the Agricultural corps. And while that was indeed an important task, it was not ideal for someone such as himself.

"Why can't smugglers ever utilize more hospitable planets?" the Jedi Apprentice wondered out loud, prompting Qui-gon to chuckle as the two stepped out into the bitter cold, pulling their hoods up. "Did you discover where the rest of the smugglers have run off to?" Tying his Jedi robe closed, wishing it would have been made of a thicker material, Obi-wan also wished they had had a chance to prepare for this cold endeavor on Hoth. They had originally begun their hunt in the thick, steaming-hot jungles of Varonat, and had only managed to track the group of pirates to this icy planet through the use of a homing beacon that Qui-gon had managed to attach to their ship's hull. A beacon that had since been destroyed, necessitating their haste to get to the frozen world.

"Another bunker, just north of here," his Master replied, pointing in the direction of their new destination. "We'll have to move quickly. They know we're coming for them, and they're likely to flee once they have their cargo loaded. Sooner, if they suspect they're out of time." Using the Force to keep warm and also enhance their muscle strength, the two Jedi shot off at frightening speeds for an average human, darting across the snow-covered wastes without faltering. They covered the distance quickly, and soon could see the deep gray of the blast-doors against the pure white of Hoth's surface. As they drew near to the second bunker, the two unfortunately tripped multiple proximity sensors. This prompted four rather large auto-turrets to rocket up from beneath the show, quickly locking onto the two targets, who immediately leapt together - going back-to-back within the center of the automatic sentry guns - grabbing ripping their sabers from their robes.

With their signature snap-hiss, the Jedi ignited their weapons, deflecting and redirecting the hail of blaster fire. The turrets didn't last long against the Lightsabers coupled with their own plasma-bolts. Qui-gon dove toward the closest one to himself, nimbly dodging the heavy fire. Deflecting one of the shots off into the icy wastes, he spun, cleaving his target nearly in half in one motion. Pushing with the Force, he finished the job, breaking the turret the rest of the way and sending the top half - no-longer anchored down - sailing through the air. It crashed into another of the turret guns, knocking the barrels away as he lunged it. Driving his saber into the machine, he ripped it up through the metal and circuitry, taking it fully out of commission.

Obi-wan simply threw his entire lightsaber - turning it into a spinning blade of destruction - using the Force to guide the blade. It sliced through the third turret cleanly and without losing much momentum, before traveling in an arc back to his hand. He had to duck to avoid the fire from the last turret, before he spun, swinging the Jedi Weapon in smooth, almost rhythmic arcs around himself, redirecting the plasma-fire back toward the sentry weapon. One of the shots hit the mark, destroying the twin barrels of the turret. Using the moment, Obi-wan dashed in, jumping to the top of the gun, stabbing his saber through its top. The Padawan then leapt the relatively close bunker, landing just outside the blast-door "Perhaps we should let ourselves in?" he quipped to his Master, plunging his lightsaber into the thick, metal barrier. Qui-gon smirked and nodded, doing the same on the other end of the door.

In no time, the two Jedi had, through working in tangent with one-another, carved out a rather large piece of the door, before Force-pushing the massive chunk of metal inward. Leaping through themselves - amid shouting of battle-cries and renewed blaster-fire - the two Jedi began to close in upon the group of pirates. Obi-wan sailed through the motions of Form III, and while nowhere near a master, Qui-gon was proud of how quickly his student picked up the style. The motions were smooth, fluid, and most importantly, effective. However, as it was his first time using the style in actual combat, it obviously required more focus to maintain proper form. It was for that reason above all that he completely missed the Thermal Detonator rolled toward him from behind. Thankfully, his Master was more observant.

"Obi-Wan, explosive!" shouted Qui-gon, who reflected a plasma blast back to the one who fired it, striking the hand of the shooter and forcing him to drop his rifle. Obi-wan looked down just in time and - acting quickly and instictually - leaped away as the device detonated in a fiery blast of plasma and shrapnel from the detonator itself. The roar and heat of the explosion forced each person within the bunker to look away. When the smoke had cleared and everyone looked to see what damage had been wrought, the entire fight froze for a moment. Even his Master had begun to stare in wonder at Obi-wan, who - looking completely unfazed, as though unaware of the strangeness - was now standing horizontally, sticking to the bunker wall, seemingly magnetized by his feet. Acting quickly to turn their confusion to his advantage, the Padawan once again hurled his lightsaber, this time toward their ship. With nothing to stop it, the weapon sliced through the air, its ominous hum pulsating as the saber spun. A quick flick of his fingers brought the wild weapon under Obi-wan's guidance, and the rotating blade changed directions, flying around in an arc.

As the pirates took aim at Obi-wan, wary of the lightsaber that, while passing by harmlessly, had drawn a bit too close for comfort. They weren't aware that they were not the Padawan's intended targets. With the haunting groan of metal bucking, the smugglers looked with horror as their ship - its land supports cleaved off by Obi-wan's weapon - began to tilt off balance. A quick, but powerful push by Obi-wan and a bit of guidance from his Master, caused the vessel to topple towards the pirates, who were forced to leap out of the way.

Legs beginning to get rather wobbly, Obi-wan became acutely aware that he was still standing on a wall, unaided. He felt his feet begin to lose their attraction to the wall, and begin to slip as gravity once more took hold. Leaping down with a flip, he called his lightsaber to him, regrouping with Qui-gon as they worked to coral the smugglers against a wall. "This has been a rather trying day, so it would be much appreciated if you could come along peacefully," Obi-wan suggested hopefully, silently praying that he would be obliged. It was not to be, unfortunately, and while three of the remaining pirates threw down their weapons, the other two attempted to rush the Jedi. Qui-gon used his lightsaber to precisely slice his attacker's rifle, before slamming him back into the wall using the Force.

With lightning speed, Obi-wan rushed in, physically knocking his blaster away. Before the pirate could retaliate, the Padawan launched a double-palm strike, solidly connecting with the stomach of his opponent. At the same time, he pushed the man with the Force, actually pulling him off his feet as he likewise hit the wall. Qui-gon watched with interest, stroking his beard. There was no doubt that the combination attack was effective, but rather unlike Obi-wan in that the Padawan wasn't really the type to rush in headlong and launch such an aggressive, straight-forward attack against an opponent. It was yet another item on a long list of changes Obi-wan was going through, and while he trusted his apprentice implicitly, it was something that would have to be monitored. While aggression in battle was often warranted, too much aggression from the younger man could potentially be a bad sign. "I'll call in the authorities to pick up the crew," Qui-gon announced. "Return to the ship and wait for me. I won't be long."

Obi-wan nodded, knowing that once this business was dealt with, the two would be contacting the Council to inform them of his newest quirk. Why couldn't things simply return to the simplicity he was used to before he had become tethered to whatever being that blonde child was. He pulled his hood up as he stepped out into the cold once more. His nostrils flared slightly at the acrid smell of smoke from the recently destroyed turrets, but he tried not to let it bother him. Trudging through the snow at a much slower pace than earlier, it took some time before he had reached the ship he and Qui-gon had arrived on, entering it gratefully. Looking to the ceiling, his eyes seemed to gleam with curiosity for a moment, before he jumped up, twisting into an inverted position. Touching his feet to the ceiling, he wobbled a bit as they stuck for an instant, before he came crashing down to the floor once again, banging his head against the metal panels for his trouble.

Rubbing the spot he had landed on, he flinched a bit at the tenderness of the already bruising spot on his forehead. Calling on the Force to try and combat the bruising and remove the soreness, he once more looked to the ceiling, shifting his gaze from it to his own feet, and back again. How had he stuck so easily to the wall back in the bunker? Even stranger, how had he done so without even trying, as though the act of doing so was somehow second nature to him? In the heat of the moment, he had acted totally upon instinct, yet when he actually thought about what he was doing and how, he faltered, unable to hold up. "Why do these sort of things keep happening to me?" he asked aloud, aware that nobody was actually around to hear him. At least he thought there wasn't.

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"Why do these sort of things keep happening to you? Even I don't know truly how it all works," replied the Nine-tailed fox, Kyuubi. He was fully aware that while he could see and hear what the Jedi Padawan was seeing and hearing, Obi-wan was incapable of seeing or hearing the bijuu. The exception, of course, was in the boy's meditations or dreams, though the fox demon actively worked to block him out. Good intentions or no, the Padawan was a threat to the safety of his host, and until the old fox had a decent idea of just what these 'Jedi' were capable of, he wanted this one as far away as possible.

Tails swaying behind him, brushing up against the walls and bars of his cage, the demon fox sighed. Still, this 'Obi-wan Kenobi' had somehow been imprinted upon by his host, and vice-versa. It was only through Kyuubi himself that Naruto had yet to discover his connection to this so-called 'Force,' and access the scattered memories of the Padawan's Jedi training. He peered down into the water that covered the floor of Naruto's mindscape, through which he could view what was happening through Obi-wan's point-of-view. If he was honest, the old Fox actually wished he could get a better view of the rather expansive world he and his host found themselves in, but that would mean deepening the connection between the minds of the Jedi and Shinobi. Neither of them were ready for that, and the demon knew it.

"They'll both have their chance to know. It can't be known for certain how much they've actually imprinted on one-another until they actually come face-to-face," he mumbled, changing his view from the eyes of Obi-wan to the eyes of his Jinchuriki. "I cannot teach my jailer these 'Jedi Arts,' and without guidance, Obi-wan will not be capable of using his chakra except on instinct alone. Sooner or later, they will need to find each other. Hopefully by then, the whelp will have learned enough to evade capture if this 'Jedi Council,' decides to take him into custody."

He peered out through the blue eyes of the blonde, who was sitting in on a meeting between Queen Amidala and the regional Governors of Naboo. Fighting back a yawn, the shinobi absently adjusted his guard uniform. It wasn't all that uncomfortable, especially when compared to the garb his clothes became when he was disguised as one of the Queen's handmaidens, or even the Queen herself. Due to the high levels of chakra Naruto had, control was always an issue. Due to this limitation, he tended to overpower the technique, meaning that not only did everyone else see, hear, and feel as though he were whatever he was masquerading as, but he did too. And while a few minutes in the Sexy Jutsu was one thing, several hours as a female was a whole other thing entirely. He had mentioned it to Padmé, and while she tried to hide it, he knew she found it funny.

He was itching to finish up this meeting so that he could go out and train a bit. Since arriving on Naboo, Naruto's time had been divided between learning etiquette and the political system of Naboo and the 'Galactic Republic' that Naboo was a part of, and acting as a guard to the Queen. But Padmé had promised that the two would visit the countryside for a few days. It would serve as a way to allow them both to relax, and for Naruto to get a good look at the flora and fauna that was so alien to him. Though all the blonde really cared about was getting out of the city, into a more open area where he could train without drawing unwanted attention to himself. And considering he almost caused one of the many flying vehicles - which sped through the streets of Theed - to crash the last time he had trained within the capital, the ninja figured it would be a good idea.

He snapped to attention as Amidala and the Governors stood, their meeting having concluded. "Have the arrangements been made?" the Queen asked, she and her five attendants - each cloaked in regal red garments - walking toward them. Panaka nodded. While he was not particularly pleased with some of the Queen's recent decisions, he couldn't deny that perhaps he had been too hasty to judge the blonde ball of energy that now served under him. The self-proclaimed 'future-Hokage' - a term foreign to the inhabitants of Naboo, including Panaka himself - was almost impossible to dislike. He followed all of Panaka's instructions to the letter and without question, and he had proved that in hand to hand combat, he was actually levels above the Captain. Padmé was right. If he was truly there to harm her, it would be the longest, most elaborate ploy he'd ever seen. He'd already spent hours with the Queen, alone, and had made no moves against her, and while he was prepared for the worst, he had come to seriously doubt the blonde was a threat to her safety.

"Yes, Your Highness," he replied, picking up step to keep pace with the Queen and her entourage "Security has been sent ahead and will meet us at the lake, and the house has been prepped for the weekend. The transport has been prepared to leave at your whim." She nodded, dismissing him, though Naruto continued to follow the Queen's group. Winding their way through the halls of the large palace, they arrived at the Queen's chambers, entering the massive bedroom and closing the door behind.

While Amidala and her maidens moved into the bathing area - both to freshen up and replace Padmé with one of her body-doubles - Naruto stood guard by the main door to the Royal quarters. Despite his ability to transform into a female himself, Padmé and the rest of the girls were not about to let him catch a peek of any one of them without clothes. He had to suppress a snort. After all, he wasn't some pervert...like every sensei he had ever had...aside from Panaka, possibly. It might be that the man was just too professional to let it show, especially around his teen-aged Queen.

Eirtaé and Rabé emerged first, each garbed in pale-blue cloaks, hoods covering their hair tightly. Only their faces, which were very similar, were shown. Each of Padmé's handmaidens were hand-selected by Panaka, based almost entirely on how similar to the Queen they looked. Of course, to a trained eye, such as Naruto's, it wasn't difficult to tell them apart. Saché re-entered the room next, wearing identical clothing to her fellow handmaidens. Naruto sighed, and Eirtaé giggled, knowing that the Blonde was adept at telling them apart, but also knowing what his game was. He was trying to guess which of them would be replacing Padmé for the county excursion, and he must have been betting on Saché.

The final three girls emerged at once, Padmé and Yané flanking Sabé, who had taken the role of Amidala for the time being. Unlike the simple blue garb the handmaidens wore, the queen's attire was much more ornate, and rather impractical for a country outing. But it was much lighter than what Padmé had been wearing while meeting with the government officials only just prior. Also present, as was mandatory, was the Queen's white face-paint, decorated with the stylized, red beauty-mark on each cheek, and the red line dividing the lower lip, which Padmé had once referred to as the 'scar of remembrance.' He knew how much Padmé hated spending so much time on her appearance, but she and he both understood that it was tradition, as much as the Hokage hat was back home. That being said, he was relieved that he could just add the make-up to his transformation, and didn't have to sit through having it applied.

"Milady," Naruto acknowledged, bowing slightly, before opening the door and motioning outward. "By your command, your Highness." Sabé, Padmé, and the other four girls just smiled as Naruto fell into step with Sabé, the handmaidens following closely behind, forming the group into a single mob.

"You're becoming quite the gentleman, Naruto," Sabé acknowledged, looking to the blonde ninja, who couldn't fight back a grin. "I'd like you to know that no matter where your future leads you, be it to your own planet or elsewhere, you are always welcome on Naboo. I'd like you to eventually think of Theed as a second home."

Naruto's grin faltered for a moment, confused and saddened by what was surely meant to be a positive gesture. It had been weeks, and nobody had even found a single trace of his home, or the planet it might reside on. Even Senator Palpatine, the older man Naruto had met on his first day - well, first waking day - on Naboo, had assured him that he'd do what he could, but had made it clear that his most likely clue, if there was one, would probably be lost somewhere among the holocrons in the Jedi Archive. The problem, the Senator had told him, was that they couldn't simply go to the Jedi Temple, as the Jedi Archives prohibited outsiders from accessing the information contained within, and the Jedi himself would likely try to detain him, given his method of arrival on Naboo, and his strange abilities.

Padmé noticed his sudden melancholy, and surreptitiously reached forward and gripped his hand, giving it the tiniest of squeezes. Thankful for the gesture, Naruto gave a quick squeeze back, an honest smile returning to his face. The two hands separated as they exited the Palace, walking down the stone steps toward their waiting transport. Stepping inside the Queen and her security were greeted by both Panaka and R2-D2, who let loose a series of whistles and other electronic sounds.

"Nice to see you too, Artoo," Naruto greeted his personal droid. He had to admit, he'd grown quite attached to the little guy the last few weeks. He was even learning how to understand him, though he still had quite a way to go in that regard. "I take it you had a busy day as well?" The droid's domed head swiveled a bit, and he erupted in more electric chatter. "Well, you can relax now," the blonde replied. "This weekend away might be just what the doctor ordered."

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Darth Maul, head-bowed and kneeling patiently, was lost in thought as he awaited contact from his Master. Still in his mind, sticking like a splinter, was Darth Sideous' teachings. They had consumed his life for so long, it was growing difficult to imagine a time where he had not known the power of the Force...the power of the Dark Side. His eyes snapped open, looking up into the newly appeared hologram of Sideous.

"What is thy bidding, my Master?" he asked, obediently. He watched Sideous carefully. Since the surge in the Force, his Master had been acting differently. Not exactly colder. Such a thing was hardly fathomable. No, it was something else. A distrust that wasn't present before.

"It is time to test our young friend's capabilities," Sideous replied, his voice a harsh whisper. "You will come to Naboo and engage him in combat. However, you are not to kill or seriously harm the boy, or those around him. The time will come for us to step into the daylight, but for now, you will be discreet." Maul looked down, bowing his head in subordination, though inside he was boiling with rage. Test the boy? For what? Surely not as an apprentice...unless Sideous planned to replace him...

"Yes, my Master," replied the Zabrak, standing and turning as his Master ended the transmission. Never letting Sideous see the look on his face, doing everything in his power to conceal his rage. There was a good to fair chance that his Master was contemplating replacing him. If that was the case, he would have to be wary. Replacement meant death. However, he realized darkly, disobeying his Master only meant punishment. His eyes burned yellow with his passion. Oh yes, he thought. He would fight this child. But there would be no 'test.'

"There is no Mercy," Maul recited, grimly echoing the teachings of Darth Sideous as he moved to make his preparations.

Chapter end.

Finally saw Episode VII, and was inspired to get to work on this. It's been sitting, half-finished, for almost two months now.

For those who have not already heard, I will be a father for the first time come April. We are expecting a baby girl, and are very excited.

Anyway, it's a new year, and may it be a good one for you all!

Peace to all my Fans

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