Game On Further! 1.0

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“Rise Sehn, Jedi Knight of the Republic.”
The young man’s azure and violet’s eyes were shinning with joy when his master cut the long braid that he’d worn for so many years, under the applause of his friends and lineage.
The Jedi’s intervention in the Huk system had lasted nearly three months, and all of Obi Wan’s team had more than proved their worth, during the space battles as well as planet-side, where they’d fought a guerrilla war side by side with the Kaleesh, eventually forcing the Yam’rii to leave the planet.
The conflict hadn’t been that long, but rather bloody, as the Kaleesh were rather ruthless, and had to be talked down from inflicting genocide on the insects in reprisal for what had been inflicted on them.

Thankfully, the fact that the Jedi had taken their side had worked wonder in helping them talk the warriors down, eventually settling on barring the other specie from their world, and issuing a kill on sight order on any that was sighed there once they finally evacuated.
Still a bit violent for many Jedi’s taste – good enough in Obi Wan’s and the rest of his team’s opinion, as they’d had the leisure, over the months, of getting to know the Kaleesh better, and realize how deep an impact the Yam’rii’s exaction against their young had left on them.
“So,” teased Tiplee not too far, “when’s your turn?”
“Or is ending two wars within the same year not enough of a Journey Beyond?” echoed Tiplar
“I’ve got one last thing to do.” Obi Wan answered the good-natured ribbing, glancing toward his blade
He’d already grown beyond it, he knew – and somehow, Arkous and Arya had known too, coming back to their own mysterious trip in the Maw, which naturally they’d told him all about, with three new crystals, one of them singing loudly to him.

Someone else gathering a crystal for a Jedi’s saber was unheard of – yet somehow, he wasn’t that surprised.
Now, it was time for all three of them to reforge their blades, as the couple had waited for him before remaking their own lightsabers, something Obi Wan felt both humbled by and delighted about.
As for what the couple had done while he was waging war side by side with Grievous – they’d tackled another issue he’d told them was coming up, surprising him once more with the way they’d gone about it.
(begin flashback)
“Maul?”
“He was probably the one I came closest to hating.” Obi Wan mused, the word no longer feeling quite as taboo as it had once upon a time “He killed my master, then he killed a woman I’d loved… And in the end, he found peace when I killed him. I always felt like there was some sort of strange Fate tying us together.” a shrug, “But I don’t know much about his past, only that he was a Nightbrother from Dathomir.”

Hearing that Asajj too, was from Dathomir, had raised both Arya and Arkous’ curiosity, and they’d spent some time perusing the little information the Jedi had about the firmly Dark Sided planet and the strange sisterhood of witches that populated it.
And when they’d left the Maw, they’d felt a new call, and naturally followed it toward the red planet, that wasn’t too far from the Hydian way, thought there were three black holes around it, making navigation somewhat delicate in the area.
Bypassing the cluster of life-force they could feel here and there in the swamps and jungles of the planet, they headed directly toward the desert mountain range, where they could feel something calling to them.

When they landed, there was an old woman waiting for them, face and body covered in tribal tattoos and a bone headdress on her head.
“Old Daka felt your approach, great ones.” she greeted, voice old and scratchy, her soul feeling very old to Arya's senses, thought the woman's wasn't pas her time in the least, “Yes, yes, she did, even if one is half here, and half not!”
She grabbed them, demonstrating a surprisingly strong grip for how frail her hands and arms looked – but of course, it wasn’t that astonishing, given how her whole presence sang with the Dark Side.

This wasn’t the corrupted parody of it most Sith had made of it across the millennia, but the purer way of the old red-skinned Sith, the way of those that understood balance, even if their being was tied to one side of the scales.
So neither was really worried as they let the ancient, white-skinned woman, drag them into the depths of the mountain – or rather, they realized, as the temperature started to rise, the volcano.

“The Old Mother has been calling for someone to help her,” the old woman explained as she took them deeper and deeper, “Daka has done what she could, but she’s no goddess.”
Just as she said, while the Nightsister herself wasn’t corrupted, it was all but a miracle that she wasn’t, as just like on Voss, Arya could feel the deeply rooted corruption, twisting and tarnishing nearly all the living beings on the planet, and even the vegetation.
“I raised a successor, younger, more powerful, so she could take over… But little Talzin failed, yes she did, she let herself eaten away by the corruption, she refused to bathe in the waters of mother to remove the taint, and led our sisters astray…”

Arkous and Arya shared a glance, remembering that, according to Obi Wan, Mother Talzin was the Nightsisters’ leader, and the most powerful among them.
“She knew I would leave the temple, knew I had to stay to protect the Old Mother.”
Once more, they were stepping out of the mortal realm, Arkous realized, not even surprised by it anymore – but rather worried, as he knew that helping a god was far different from dealing with the soul of a mortal for his wife.
And the powers of War were of destruction, and not of healing.
He stilled, mind struck by a thought, as they entered a large room, glowing red from the lave lake in its middle, and the veins of luminescent ore ornamenting the walls, apparently depicting some sort of old legend.

¤.¤.¤

There was a tiny little girl in the middle of the room, huddled on herself and floating just above the lave lake. With milk-white skin and eyes glowing the poisonous green of the Nightsisters’ magic.
More worrying, there was a layer of a black, tar-like substance, encroaching upon nearly the whole lake, and trying to swallow her.
Arkous felt his resolve strengthen, as he realized that he’d been right.
He was a being of destruction – and right now, there was something to destroy.
“Take care of her.” a wild smirk, “I’ll deal with that.”

Arya glanced at him, both intrigued, yet trusting, understanding instantly what he meant to do – and trusting him to manage, despite never having seen it done. Shadows swirled around her, taking her to the middle of the lake, and just as fast, back on its banks, the little girl in her arms. Meanwhile, the aura of power swirling around her partner had surged forward, lashing at the black matter that was still trying to follow Arya and the goddess in her arms.
This was the first time she saw such a direct application of the powers of War, but it was quite fitting, Arya mused – her ties with Death let her free souls from the taint, but she couldn’t destroy the source of the infection like Arkous was doing in a rather awe-inspiring show of lighting, glowing in shades dark red as his godly aura and bright orange reminiscent of his lightsaber…
This, she suddenly realized, may well be why the Abyss monster had been so intent on destroying this galaxy. This – was probably the only power truly capable of bringing harm to them within the Purgatory!

Little by little, the black substance started to recede, the taint of corruption defeated by War’s absolute ability to destroy. And for each step backward the corruption took – the little girl now standing beside Arya changed too, growing from a little girl to a preteen, from a preteen to a teen, then a young adult, finally settling on the appearance of a mature woman with a motherly smile and a dangerous aura. And just as the planetary goddess was changing – so too was her guardian, the years shedding from Daka’s old form until finally, she looked no older than the deity she served.
Finally, it was done, and the pureblood Sith wobbled, now understanding all too well how Arya’s powers weakened her – satisfied, nonetheless.
“You have done me a great service,” the goddess said, her voice echoing in the cave, “Let me help you in turn.”
With a wave of magic, she was naked, stepping unhesitatingly in the boiling lava.

“Come,” she beckoned them, “join me, and let me wash away the strain.”
It would have been dangerous for anyone else – though not impossible, as Daka was quickly demonstrating. With a glance, Arya and Arkous let their clothing disappear in the Wardrobe System, and imitated the two similar looking women.
Dipping into what was technically a wellspring of the Dark Side felt surprisingly like entering a hot spring…

Arya could feel Arkous echoing her surprise, as they realized that this Force nexus was powerful, but not as dreadful as the Dark Side could often be – this was a maelstrom of powerful emotions, but all emotions were present.
Fear and anger, sure enough, but also sadness, hope, and happiness.
It was rather evident now, why she told them bathing would help – this lake could evidently destroy, but also heal.
After all – healing was an ability of the Dark Side, just like they’d reminded the Jedi several times.

[System Log updated!

Failed to reach Immortal Realms: all systems locked
Failed to reach Chaos: quests locked
Failed to reach Luck: world overview locked
War reached: Fighting Achievements unlocked
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Auspice Art reached: Character Creation unlocked
Revolution Art reached: Achievement System unlocked
Local God’s Assistance obtained(Ossus/Voss/Tython/Ashla/Bogan/Korriban/Odessen/Tython/Celestia/DathomirFourth Circle Gods)(Father/Son/Daughter Third Circle Gods): Moon Game interfacing with corresponding worlds
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This is an ongoing process, new features may be unlocked later on
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[Achievement unlocked!
Dark Side Vergeance ( Dathomir ) : + 2 5 0 F R, + 2 5 00 XP
Gods Helped(Dathomir): 500 XP, +1 WILL]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 79 !
+4 SP]

By the time they left the heart of Dathomir, a rejuvenated Daka by their side, there were already people waiting for them – dozens of Nightsisters, from multiple clans, but even some Nightbrothers, looking rather skittish when them came too close to the females of their specie, yet just as curious as them.
All had understood that something had happened, but most felt merely curious – while a few, mainly among the sisters, felt both furious and terrified.
Those were the ones in which the corruption had settled too deeply, Arya realized.

¤.¤.¤

The most incensed of them all was, without surprise, their leader.
“What have you done, Daka?”
So furious was she, she didn’t hear the startled and confused mutter the name elicited.
“What you should have.” the no longer ancient looking woman answered calmly, the aura of power around her unmistakable
It was no wonder, Arya suddenly realized, that she looked so similar to her goddess – she was her Holy Servant, and, before the other had ascended, her twin sister!

“I chose you and raised you to lead our people, and instead you lusted for power and turned away from the Old Mother.”
The whispers were becoming heated – and not in a bad way.
If there was one thing the Dathomiri, male and female alike, shared, it was a deep faith in their planet…
“What you asked of me was suicide!”
“Then you should have died to heal your Mother!”

It was a harsh statement – but not unexpected in a culture as dangerous as the one the Dathomiri lived in. And clearly, most agreed with Daka…
Growing blinded by her fury, Talzin let her powers surge, raging against Daka – but Arya had stepped forward, battling the green-tinged magic away with a flicker of her wrist, letting her own aura, still boosted thanks to Dathomir herself, unfurl around her, in the very different emerald green of Death.
War had done what she couldn’t, by getting rid of the encroaching corruption – now, she’d do what only she could.

[Seventh Life Aura activated(upkeep 10 FR/minute)]

Twelve tails manifested on her back, leisurely waving, and she stepped forward, ignoring all of Talzin’s furious attacks as if they didn’t exist, before gently touching her brow.
The green moon glowed – and Talzin’s body turned to ashes, as did those of the few corrupted sisters nearby, and further, all around the planet.
Gone back into Mana’s care, until she could send them back to a new life.

[Achievement unlocked!
Named opponent vanquished(Mother Talzin): +250 XP]

All the sisters had naturally fallen back under Daka’s leadership.
As for Daka, now warned of the dangers that the latest Sith wannabe could pose, she’d started her preparations to protect her people – but she wasn’t too worried, not now that she wasn’t expanding most of her powers and life-force sustaining her godly sister.
When they left, weeks had gone by, and it was with nearly a dozen of Dathomiri, the three sons of Talzin among them. Most were clearly Dark Siders, but a couple, the youngest child of Talzin among them, were Light-Sided, and a few more already well on their way toward balance.
All of them, dreaming of seeing beyond the borders of their home-world – feeling the Force urging them to step into the wider galaxy.
(end flashback)

Years ago, the sudden arrival of Arkous and Arya with so many young of dubious origins, would have raised hell in the High Council chamber.
Instead, Mace had sighed, credits had been exchanged between Plo Koon and Jocasta Nu, and Yoda had asked “Jedi, those won’t be, yes?”
“We’ll take them to Tython as Je’daii.” Arya had immediately agreed “I don’t think they’d be able to adept that well to Coruscant just yet.”
“Yes, yes, a better transition for them.” the green troll agreed, having already guessed as much, but clearly enjoying making a few council members sweat
As for Obi Wan, he’d stared at the red-skinned boy that was barely ten years old, stunned.
Mini-Maul was tiny, wild as a tuk’ata and cute!

They hadn’t stayed very long on Coruscant, only waiting for Sehn’s knighting before heading back to Tython, Dathomiri in tow, along with a couple of clans of crècheling who would be going there for some basic training, in accordance with what the First Council had decreed at the beginning of the year.
After helping the dozen of newcomers settle in for a while, it had been quite naturally that Obi Wan, Arkous and Arya had found themselves leaving Padawan Kesh behind for the Ice Giant Range – and Vur Tepe.
The Forge.
And this time, there was no niggling feeling, urging them forward.

¤.¤.¤

Days blended into weeks, as they explored the old temple, reading through the old datapads, and even stumbling along the way on a couple of holocrons belonging to old Je’daii master-smiths.
Obi Wan was stunned to realize that both Arkous and Arya were quite familiar with the rather old-fashioned concept, but an enthusiastic student none-the-less.
His first few attempts were rather pathetic – but eventually, he started to become good enough to make regular blades, eventually even learning to make vibroblades. Arya and Arkous, he realized, were trying to find a way to make a weapon able to go between vibroblade and lightsaber – an interesting idea, that probably wasn’t impossible, but he’d never seen nor heard of among the Jedi, despite some having made truly strange weapons along the long existence of the order…

It was easy enough to see how the design could be useful, as one didn’t fight the same way at all against a lightsaber or the more physical vibroblade – and given what he’d seen of both’ talent with live blades, he didn’t doubt they could make a good use of such a trump card.

It was fascinating, to Arya, to see and feel the way Arkous and Obi Wan’s soul instinctively reached for each other, as if trying to repair the damage War had done himself so long ago.
If they had been mortal, they may well have managed, as War, without any surprise, had a small affinity for Death’s power over soul.
But immortal souls weren’t as easily damaged nor repaired as mortal ones, which was why they’d reached toward her, and her Chaos affinity.
Not that either noticed they were doing it.

Both halves of a soul were having dreams, they shared during the day – strange dreams, Arkous would say, somehow describing the life of Taishou Mifune of the Kuromori clan. Which was unexpected, as those were memories Obi Wan should be regaining, not him…
She found herself wondering more and more, what kind of bargain the wounded god had made with Mana, that his memories weren’t popping in the right place.
Because Obi Wan – was having memories of Arkous’ own life.

Then, one evening, all three had felt the calling, and followed Tython, Ashla and Bogan’s call toward the depths of the planet, and out of the mortal realm.
There, the three familiar deities welcomed them like all friend, and no words were needed, as they settled into meditation, Arkous facing Bogan, Obi Wan with Ashla, and Arya with Tython.
But each may be facing someone different, in the end, between the six of them, Balance was perfectly reached.
His mind slipped further than the confines of the planet, and while once upon a time he’d have feared getting lost, right now, he didn't.

How could he, when half of himself was right behind him, anchoring him in reality?
It was evident suddenly.
I’m you, aren’t?
An amused huff. Technically, I’m you. The red-skinned Sith corrected, and a memory flashed forward.

“I’ve been sent back to live five times since, most of the time in an entirely different world, and growing in power with time, until I was able to head into the very dangerous world where my mother’s soul had replaced mine.”
“And that’s why you’re here?”
“That, and helping a friend find the missing part of his soul. Of course, I don’t think War expected his mutilated soul to partially heal and gain awareness when he was dumb enough to cut himself away from his powers.”
“I’m… part of someone else soul’s?”
“That’s how you were born. But right now… You’re you, and no one else.” 
“I doubt your friend is going to appreciate his powers gaining a mind of their own. Especially not with a name like War.”

“Now you’re ready, dear old friend.”
He recognized the voice – the same one who’d caught and anchored him the last time he’d gotten lost in his meditation. She sounded lighter, and far happier right now.
“Look.” she answered his unasked question, nudging not only him, but even Arkous and Arya forward.
It was Arya who understood what the goddess was telling them first.
“The Balance has shifted.” she realized, “The Force is fa lighter than it was.”

“Helping the Three ascend, and freeing Abeloth from corruption, helped tremendously.” Mana explained, “And all those changes War has brought are finally reminding the Jedi of what Balance truly is.”
With that, they were back in Tython, Ashla and Bogan’s spirit world, and Mana was speaking once more.
“You gave me your memories, to help stabilize the half of your powers who’d gained sentience, when I told you that by the time you incarnated in the galaxy, he would have been beyond helping.”
Arkous presence felt stunned, as the Sith understood a moment before himself what she’d meant.
You saved me.
Well, apparently, you’re me, so I had to, didn’t I?
You didn’t have to!

It was difficult, to argue with yourself – though not impossible. Arkous was right, now that he knew he was War, everything made sense. Why his powers were so destructive, even why he’d found it so difficult to accept himself as a Jedi.
But deep inside, one thing didn’t change.
Apparently, I’ve already tried to destroy part of my soul once. You got better. What kind of monster would try to do the same thing again?
One befitting the name War.
But War isn’t only about destruction. Obi Wan contradicted, remembering what Arya had told him so long ago. It’s also abound Peace.

He felt Arkous accept his argument, understanding just as well as he did – that while they could be monsters, they had chosen not to be.
That’s what made them gods, after all, rather than fallen creature stuck in the Abyss.
(Even if they were stuck in the Abyss, but that was just because of his idiocy, not because of any judgment passed by the other gods)

Both halves of War’s mind came to a grounding halt, realizing that suddenly, they were whole.
Two different beings, still, their mind so close they were nearly mingling, thought not quite, powers both identical and opposite.
And both of them finally having all their memories.
Of their first ascension.
Of cutting their soul.
Of living through the mortal realms. / Of getting stuck in the Abyss.
Of Arkous. / Of Obi Wan.

“Welcome back, War.”
Suddenly, they were back in the Forge, three newly completed lightsabers gently settling in their hands, a golden aura receding from Shadow, nestled between them, the half-Mirialan looking both happy, and exhausted.
Not needing to even share a look to know what the other was thinking, Arkous and Obi Wan each grabbed one arm of the woman – and disappeared in a burst of flame, reappearing in the Unfettered Mooka’s master chamber.
Like always when she thought she was coddled, Arya looked sorely tempted to complain, but her tiredness won instead, so she settled for letting herself wrestled in the wide bed, observing with some fascination the new and unmistakable harmony between the two new gods born from War’s soul and memories.
“Calling both of you War is going to be confusing.” she complained as she started to slip into sleep, nestled between the two gods

“Animus.” Arkous said just before she closed her eyes, “I’ll be Animus.”
“Both hostility and motivation.” a last sleepy giggle, “How fitting.”
The two new gods soon followed her in sleep, not having expanded their godly powers like she had, but exhausted nevertheless by the reconstruction of their whole existence they’d just gone through.
Arkous was still Arkous – just like Obi Wan was still Obi Wan.
War and Animus, on the other hand – weren’t the same anymore, and this was a change that, as beneficial as it was for the both of them, would take some time getting used to.

¤.¤.¤

“Obi!”
The Je’daii master let out a smile, as a small boy ran enthusiastically toward him.
Years had gone back in the blink of an eye, since Arya had healed Arkous’ and his soul. To no one’s surprise, he’d been officially knighted just after, and recognized as a Je’daii master.
Saarai came back from her own Journey Beyond a few months later, with a dozen more recruits for the Je’daii, and three whole clans of pureblood Sith, who settled on Bogan.
With that, the idea that Dark Siders were necessarily corrupted beings who inevitably fell into darkness was definitively disproved, thought there were still some among the older Jedi who had trouble to reconcile with it.

If he’d been among the first to take multiple padawans at the same time, Qui-Gon had been far from the last, and with all the changes that had occurred in the old Order, it was now thriving anew, the number of Jedi on the rise for the first time in decades, their reputation finally starting to going back what it should among regular people.
Of course, the changes weren’t to everyone’s liking, especially the politicians who’d been quite happy about how passive and retired from regular life the age-old Order was.
There had been several more attempts to curtain the Jedi’s actions, some rather overt, others more discreet – the complete severance of what little founding the Senate still gave them had been met with indifference from them, as they’d been preparing for the occurrence for years.
A new law had been presented – and the Jedi didn’t have to do anything to counter it, as the vague wording, mentioning how to ‘best control the religious organization's actions’ had been met with overwhelming protest, as while the Jedi were famous, they were far from the only organization classified as religious who worked around of the galaxy, nearly all of them in charity work.

Obi Wan wasn’t at the forefront of this fight, as while he had quickly regained his nickname of ‘Negotiator’, his work took him more out around the galaxy than in the Senate, sometimes with Arkous or Arya, sometimes alone or with other Force users. The Senate was still Adi Gallia's fighting arena, though she now had a whole team around her, her newly knighted padawan among them, just as Feemor, but also Tahl, who’d finally settled back in Coruscant after years of archaeology work on Ossus.

For now, Obi Wan was back on Tython, having landed on Padawan Kesh – and like often, Anakin was there to greet him. Shmi hadn’t stopped her work along the freedom trails of the galaxy, but she’d still somewhat settled down since the little boy’s birth, spending more time on the Je’daii’s planet, as she started, little by little, to go through her Great Journey and was getting closer to being knighted by master Che.
The very young Chosen One usually stayed at Padawan Kesh while she progressed through her journey, mingling with the rest of the numerous crècheling – and nowadays, thought most people didn’t realize it, as the Jedi didn’t advertise it, most of the crècheling stayed in the old Temple, only returning back as older initiates, nearly ready to become either novices or padawans.
While the young children loved the change, and thrived in Padawan Kesh, the older Jedi still regretted that the move hadn’t been done merely for the little one’s enjoyment – but because the Order was growing more and more weary about what the Senate may attempt against them.

Or rather – the dark forces, who made use of the Senate, which, with the way the galaxy was slowly shifting back into balance, they were finally able to start to feel.
The Jedi may not have put the name of Sith – Sith from the line of Bane , to be precise, as the red-skinned of Bogan liked to remind him that they’d held the name first – but they finally knew what Obi Wan always had.
“ Saarai has taken a padawan! Did you know?” the boy chirped, happily telling him about all the latest happening within the temple, “ Oh, and mom’ s in Kaleth. I’m so jealous! I asked her to bring me one of the old droids to take apart, but I don’t know if she will…”

The Je’daii had to laugh at the put out mimic on the young boy’s face “Saarai did tell me she’d taken a padawan,” he agreed, “though my sister refuses to tell me who.”
“She says she wants to see your face.” Anakin agreed, visibly itching to let the cat out of the bag, but instead settling on dragging him toward where he could feel numerous auras, Saarai’s among them.
“ Ah! You’ll have to do better than that!” he heard a familiar voice taunt among the familiar hum of training lightsaber

Asajj was a teenager now, and even if she still thrived on needling and annoying people, she had also settled, after years of swinging between Light and Dark, and was one of the youngest Je’daii to have completed her Great Journey, finally making the best of her inheritance as a Nightsister, which she’d learned about among those who’d been brought to Tython by Arya, and the Jedi training that had broken the chains of her slavery back on Rattatak.
The only reason why she hadn’t been officially knighted yet, despite the Je’daii Journeyman on her braid being far from the only one, was that she was smart enough to realize she still needed a bit more practical experience – a few more missions under her belt with her master.

She was fighting with a red-skinned boy, wearing a leather braid with a few beads. A new padawan, clearly, given how few beads there still were…
Saarai and Ky Narec were watching the watch intently, and it suddenly downed on him. Maul – Saarai had taken Maul as a padawan.
Anakin burst out laughing “ Okay, I see why Saarai wanted to wait!” he agreed, looking intrigued “Why are you so surprised? You don’t feel like you dislike Maul?”
“I don’t.” Obi Wan agreed – and it had surprised, the first time he’d realized it

But years spent in Padawan Kesh meant that this teenager was very different from the man who'd pursued him for so many years, trying to make his life hell.
He’d even realized why, once Arkous and him had gone through the memories they’d gained.
Right now, Maul was simple a Dathomiri, strong in the Force and more naturally inclined toward the Dark Side – but he still held a faint trace of holy power, like a faded benediction.

In another life, without Arya and Obi Wan entering the galaxy, Arkous would have descended into madness, dying and reincarnating again and again, the strain on his soul worse as time went by.
This Arkous would have reincarnated as Maul eventually, and been far too gone by the time War arrived to be saved.
This was why, Obi Wan, or rather War, had made a deal with Mana.
This was why, Mana had ensured that Arya arrived in the past.

¤.¤.¤

Arkous, and himself in turn, falling in love with the goddess, he hadn’t expected – though perhaps he should have, given what he’d heard about the goddess during her life as Hatake Kagami…
Occasionally, he did wonder how his sister would react, once back in the Immortal Realms – when she realized she now had not one, but two twin brothers. Knowing her – probably far too violently for someone named Peace…

“Back from Tund? How did it go?”
He smiled as Arya sat by his side, leisurely leaning against him while watching the ongoing spar, “Strange. The idea of gathering both Light and Dark Sides sects is making heads turn, without surprise, but they were intrigued enough to confirm their presence.” he rolled his eyes, “But then again, I really didn’t expect the Disciples of the Whills to reach toward us to reinstate the Convocation of the Force, given how they usually keep watch rather than act.”
“The twins' meddling may have helped.”
“That they may have.” he agreed, the Tiplee and Tiplar growing up under Qui-Gon’s tutelage were very different from what they’d once been, and undoubtedly, already worse forces of chaos than their master was — and it just so happened the trio had spent some time on Jedha not long before the Guardians had solicited them, “ And how goes your hunt?” he asked

The half-Mirialan threw her hands in the air, “That woman is playing with me!” she protested loudly, “Each time I think I’ve got her, she’s already left gods' know where!”
“Forcing you to work through the aftermath of whatever mess she’s stumbled into along the way.” Obi Wan concluded, mirth in his eyes, but not too surprised
This had been the ongoing pattern for the past few years, after all.
Ever since Arya, having knighted Saarai on her return from her Journey Beyond, had started to actively search for her very reason to be in this galaxy.
And her mother had proved herself rather elusive, no doubt about it.

At first, the goddess had thought it mere bad luck, but as time went by, and she managed to catch up closer and closer to the woman, she’d realized just who it was she was actually hunting. And the fact that the woman was purposely leading her on a wild chase.
Not that it really was a surprise, in the end.
A troll Yoda maybe – master Fay was even worse, according to him.
Not that any simple woman would have been able to tame the Marauders’ leader…

Fay was older than ever the Jedi Grand master, the last Jedi still alive from before the Ruusan reformations, and at the end of the last big conflict against the Sith during the Republic’s Dark Age, she’d hidden away her lightsaber. Rumors said she hadn’t picked up a weapon ever since, tired of violence, and had instead taken to follow the will of the Force rather than staying constrained by the Order’s rules and regulations.
In many ways, she was the ideal Jedi – in just as many ways, the biggest headache of the High Council, whenever her name popped somewhere.

Thankfully, most of her time was spent in areas who needed the more direly a helping hand – in other words, mainly in the Outer Rim, or even sometimes, Wild Space.
And ever since Arya had started to look for her, Fay had been playing cat and mice with her, and making her help along the way. Which wasn’t too surprising, as it was something she often did with the Jedi who stumbled upon her during their mission – but was still driving mad the goddess, who’d been longing to meet her for so long.
Snaking an arm around her waist, he hugged the green-skinned woman reassuringly.

“She’s just following the Force.”
“I know.” Arya agreed, “And the Force is making use of me, just like it uses her, to shift back into balance. Which I’m all for! But…”
“You want to see her.”
“I want to see.” a groan, “Or I don’t? I’m terrified!” she admitted softly while the sparring match finally drew to an end, “ What if I’m expecting too much? Would she even want to see me? Or James? After so long?”

“Don’t you think she’s just as afraid?” the Je’daii pointed out as they discreetly left the sparring room toward the residential aisle where they shared a suit – with four rooms, just like in the Jedi temple, “After all, she doesn’t know what you think about being picked out of your original world and charged with saving her own. She doesn’t know what kind of life you’ve led, and if you even care about her, or even resent her.”
“I don’t!”
“I know that.” a shrug, “She doesn’t. A Jedi Fay may be, she’s still a mortal, and emotions are rarely logical.”
“ Right.” Arya agreed – they’d had a few variations of the same talk over the year, whenever her frustrations reared up their head again now and then

“Anyway, Arkous’ not back?”
“He’ll meet us on Jedha, he’s coming back with the new Sith community from Korriban.”
Obi Wan shuddered, “I’m glad we managed to put an end to the Senate’s meddling in the Convocation from the beginning. The tantrum they’d throw if they heard about this!”
“The Sith hidden there would.” Arya corrected, “I doubt the rest of them are familiar enough with ancient History to even remember that the Sith were a specie before becoming an order, and that Korriban was their birth planet. Speaking of which? ”

“Palpatine is running for the Chancellor spot.” Obi Wan said, “But I doubt he’ll get it. Still, looking into who was or wasn’t supporting him has helped me to track his master.”
Arya raised an eyebrow, the movement so reminiscent of Arkous it made Obi Wan smile fondly, before he explained, “He always takes great care to be seen only with people whose reputation is clean, whether they really are or not. But Hego Damask.” he mused, “That man may present the front of a polite businessman, anyone who knows anything about the underworld knows better.”
Arya nodded – she had established her reputation as a small-scale smuggler, so she wasn’t even a speck of dust on the man’s radar, but she’d heard of him nonetheless. After all, the annual gathering the man hosted on Sojo u rn put together both politicians, conglomerate leaders and underground bosses, in a feast of debauchery and corruption that was famous all around the underworld.
“ And Hego Damask is tied to Palpatine?”

“Tied?” Obi Wan laughed, the sound somewhat vicious, “He’s a friend, and even a long-time mentor of the man! And somehow, barely a few months after they met, the whole Palpatine family disappeared, leaving poor Sheev the only survivor.” he concluded mockingly
“ Well,” Arya mused, “Maybe it's time for Dasha Ellan to grow a bit her reputation.”
“You’re well-known as a slave-freer, won’t that hamper?”
“Not if I became an assassin famous for taking hits on slavers.” she contradicted with a dangerous smile that was far too attractive for all the murderous intent it held, making push the rest of their news-sharing for latter
From his bond with Arkous, he could feel the Sith’s frustration at not being present – to which he answered with some smugness, before giving his attention to the green-skinned goddess now demanding his attention.

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“You are weird. Just like your master. And his wife.” groaned a frustrated Bruck the next morning as he let himself fall on his chair, visibly not having slept well and throwing annoyed glares at both Obi Wan and Arya
“Don’t worry, Brucky, I’m sure you manage to seduce Bo in your bed in time.”
“Arg! Don’t even…”
“Though you should know by now, that she’s only waiting for you to stop restraining yourself and beat her in a spar.” the Je’daii master mused, “She’s a Mandalorian, you take care of children and know how to fight. You’re most Mandalorians’ wet dream, man!”

This time the tall, wide-shouldered man let out a silent scream of frustration, before turning his attention back to his cup of kaf, ostensibly ignoring his crèche-sibling.
“Adults are weird.” a nearby Anakin mused between two bites of his morning meal, not even troubled by the two’s foul language – which he was used to, given how much time he spent in the Outer Rim with his mother
“That we are.” Arya agreed, “What’s the point of normality?”
The question made the boy stop and think for a moment, before nodding, “You’re right.” he eventually agreed, “Normal people are boring.”

“Stop corrupting my future padawan.” Obi Wan made a show demanding, making both the boy and the Mirialan laugh – echoed by quite a few younglings that were around in the refectory
“So,” a new voice interrupted, as Saarai and her new padawan arrived, “you’re leaving with us for the Convocation? Or are you off gallivanting who knows where to start or stop a war?” she asked her brother-padawan teasingly
“I’m going to the Convocation.” Obi Wan agreed, firmly ignoring the rather unexpected hint of hero worship in Maul’s eyes, which he really wasn’t ready to deal with, “We’re meeting with Arkous.”
She smiled, not disturbed in the slightest by the trio’s unusual relationship – it would be rather hypocritical, given that she had three parents, one of them a god, and instead commented happily “It has been a while since we’ve last been together.”
“It has.” Arya agreed, smiling just as happily as her padawan – while they weren’t always away on mission, their down-time didn’t always align either, and it had been nearly a year since they’d last been all four together

“And I’m coming too!” an enthusiastic Anakin announced loudly, looking quite enthusiastic at the idea of seeing the pureblood Sith – which wasn’t too surprising, given that he was just as close to the man as he was to Obi Wan, the Force bond he shared with the Chosen One having somehow grown to include him when their soul had been healed, “Mum said it was alright as long as I stayed with you!”
A few days later, they were boarding the UnfetteredMooka, all feeling the by now familiar hum of pleasure the living ship always emitted when it had a full crew aboard – and feeling particularly happy about Anakin’s presence, like always.

Soon, they were leaving Tython – and the young boy was lost in the depths of the ship, tinkering around while communing with the UnfetteredMooka in a way no one else could.
“That boy,” Arya mused fondly, “he’s going to steal her before you’ve knighted him.”
“He is.” Obi Wan couldn’t help but agree
To their senses, it was rather clear that while the Unfettered Mooka loved them, she was feeling all but maternal with the boy, her young spirit growing in leaps and bound when he was around. And remembering how he’d tinkered with R2-D2 in the future that wasn’t, he could only wonder just what he could do with a whole thinking ship.
With how few hyperspace lanes there were in the area, it was using older travel lanes that they headed toward the moon, that was regarded as holy by numerous of the different Force faiths around the galaxy. Arya was barely surprised when, by the time they arrived, Anakin had managed to put together the first frame for a new droid, rather similar to the one he’d made for his mother, C3PO, but with a notable difference.

Z6PO was barely aware, the heavy circuiting instead made to allow it to interface with the Unfettered Mooka.
“He’s made a body for her.” groaned Obi Wan, making Saarai and Arya laugh loudly at how disgruntled he looked
“And just think!” his sister-padawan eventually managed to tell him, “He’s only a youngling still!”
“What’s wrong with Z6PO?” said youngling asked indignantly

“Nothing,” Obi Wan quick to reassure him, “It’s very sweet of you to have given a new body to the UnfetteredMooka.”
“It is,” the ship agreed, speaking through Z6PO, “I think master Kenobi is just impressed by your creativity.”
“Exactly!” he quickly agreed, “That! Thanks, Z6PO.”
“You can call me Mooka when I’m in possession of this body.”
“I will.” he agreed, marveling momentarily about how easy it was to get used to talking to their ship
“This was something really wondrous you did.” Arya agreed, seeming far less surprised than him about what had happened – but then again, given what he’d seen of her memories, and her role as a goddess of Heroes and sister of Chaos, she was far more used to strange happening than himself, that much was evident

Their arrival with a Force entity/living-spaceship possessing a droid hadn’t even gathered that many second glances, in the end, with the swarming of more Force sects than he’d even known still existed.
Over the centuries, the Jedi had become more sanctimonious, regarding any Force usage but their own as dangerous and somewhat heretical, and sometime along the way, the old Convocation of Force had been left to the side, most other sects closing on themselves, and becoming rather insular.
It had taken months of travel from all of the current Je’daii master together so many different people on Jedha, and the Temple of Kyber, that right now, was a beehive of activity like it hadn’t been in ages.

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Arkous was waiting for them with the pair of Disciples of the Whills that had come to welcome the – one old and withered Chandrian, who gave, rather than the usual feeling of Force users, the unique resonance of holy servants, and a young boy, who looked human at a first glance, but made Arya make a double take.
Because, despite all she’d ever been told, the young boy was just like her, even if his own abilities felt diluted compared to hers.
“A Miraluka.” she whispered in wonder

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The boy nodded humbly, not surprised in the least at her recognition, and Force humming happily around him, “I was lucky enough that, though I was born blind, I am not completely unseeing.” he agreed, “Though nowadays, few are lucky enough to inherit the gene, as it has been diluted among regular humans.”
She smiled fondly at the boy – this had always been a something she’d regretted, not having gotten the time to know her father’s people before falling to the poison that kept her asleep for centuries…
Only to wake up, and learn they’d disappeared, and had become all but legendary.

“I’ve been waiting to meet you.” she told him, suddenly knowing it to be true
“As have I.” the boy agreed, “Master.”
“What is your name, padawan?”
“Chirrut Înwe, master.”
All around them smiled cheerfully, feeling how the Force around them sang its approval of the match – that is, until a brash voice protested, “Wow, wow, wow, what do you mean, padawan?! Chirrut isn’t a Jedi!”

Arya smiled, rather amused at the interjection, eyeing the boy, a few years older than her new pupil and fellow Miraluka.
This newcomer was nearly deaf to the Force, contrarily to his friend, but his soul told of loyalty and protectiveness.
“Well,” she answered him simply, “It just so happened I’m not either. I’m a master Je’daii, and the last of the Miraluka, just like your friend.” a challenging smirk, “But if you’re so worried about him, why don’t you tag along?”
“Me?” he protested, “I’m no Force sensitive!” before immediately adding, “Not that I’ll let you take Chirrut just like that!”
“Then it’s agreed, I’ll train you too. What’s your name, padawan?”
“I’m Baze. Baze Malbus. And I’m not a padawan!”

“You’ll have to be, if you want to stay with me.” his friend pointed out gently, making the loud boy stumble on his words
He was visibly debating with himself for a few seconds, before agreeing, “If I can stay with Chirrut, I’ll follow you.”
“Then welcome to the family, Baze. I’m Arya Lunika,” the Mirialan introduced herself with a gentle smile
“Welcome to the family!” Anakin added enthusiastically, starting to present the rest of their group to a confused Baze and happy Chirrut
“Only you, nuya Jen’Nwit.” Arkous whispered as he greeted Obi Wan and her, the other half of his soul nodding along, just as amused as him

Over the following days, Fallanassi and Matukai, Tund Sorcerers and Dathomiri Witches, Lonto and Old Sith, Kilian Rangers and Baran Do sages, Messengers of the Cold Moon and Disciples of Twilight, Ela b’Yentarr and Followers of Palawa, Dagoyan masters and Wardens of the Sky, Zeison Sha and Jal Shey, Jensaarai and Chosen of Vahl, Final Occultation and even the criminal organization Sable Dawn, the long thought of as extinct Seyuhi Dervish assassins, not to mention the Green Jedi, regular Jedi and new Je’daii …
Countless Force factions, some of them the Jedi had thought all but extinct, had made the journey to the sacred moon.
A planet-wide celebration had spontaneously aroused – or maybe the Guardians of the Whills had helped, no one was really sure. Beyond the joyful atmosphere that helped Light, Dark and even the few Balanced Sides organizations not to antagonize each other – it also meant it was rather complicated for the Galactic Senate, or anyone else, to put numbers on the numbers of people incoming.

Which, naturally, all realized was a boon, as now that the Force was softly shifting back toward balance, it was impossible not to realize that someone was scheming in the shadows.
And as much as the Dark Sided sects thrived on blood and chaos, even they realized what the mysterious enemy was aiming for was good news for anyone but the madmen in charge of the ongoing doomsday plan.
And naturally, with the number of seers and other people able to peak in the future spread among the different sects…
Quite a few people had been watching Obi Wan and Anakin – not to mention; puzzling over Arya and Arkous.
Having easily guessed that the two latter were the evident explanation for the two former's unexpected changes in the timeline.

And the new timeline that was starting to profile itself amidst the galactic chaos – was far better than what Fate first had in store for everyone.
Which was why, unexpectedly, the Convocation of the Force had been such a success.
Arya, Arkous and Obi Wan hadn’t been surprised to be called by the local deity – neither had Saarai been.
The newest padawans among them – in other words, Maul, Chirrut and Baze – had been more surprised, thought they hadn’t been able to resist the call.
As for the young Chosen One, he was both hyperactive, thrilled, and intrigued, hearing the call in the way only the demigoddess or deities among them could – not that he knew it. And while Saarai, just like Arya, Arkous and Obi Wan, weren’t stranger to hearing the call of local deities, Anakin hadn’t met any yet – and though he’d felt the eyes of Ashla Bogan and Tython on him quite often over the years, he hadn’t realized yet what it was he was feeling…

The eight of them had been wandering though the Temple of Kyber, blind Chirrut describing to them – surprisingly accurately, for anyone who didn’t know about his Miraluka blood – numerous of the 2304 Kyber statues that decorated the ancient temple.
The view was beautiful, and all of the group, as Force sensitive, could feel the time and care that had gone into the crafting of each of the sculptures.
And little by little, statue after statue, they slowly left the mortal realm behind, and stepped into the planet’s spirit realm.

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Maul had been the first one to catch glimpses of visions.
Of a red-skinned Zabrak, with familiar tattoos covering his body, and madness in his soul.
Getting all but sold into slavery by his mother – not that Talzin had ever been much of a motherly figure. Of a terrified young body, tortured and broken, becoming a corrupted weapon, always afraid, and always angry.
Of being cut into halves – and clinging to life despite it.
Of deeper and deeper madness, until all that remained was an obsession.
Seeking and hunting the only being that made any sense in the galaxy.
Dying happily under his blade, knowing that in the end, the monster who’d broken him would fall.
Thankful for the man’s teary smile as he died, despite all the suffering he’d inflicted on him.

The teenager knew, suddenly, with utmost certainty – that his was why his childhood crush and hero always looked upon him with both hesitancy and wonder.
Why – he’d been saved from Darth Sidious.
When he stepped into the deepest part of Jedha, a new Kyber crystal in his hand, he could help – but bow deeply toward the man who should hate him, yet had engineered his salvation, before burrowing into his master’s arm.
It would take a long time, he knew, before he would be able to face Obi Wan Kenobi without feeling shame about what another iteration of himself had done – but he would, in time. And he already knew – that despite all reason, the man didn’t begrudge him this future that wouldn’t be.

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Chirrut and Baze’s visions had taken them at the same time.
Of a fallen Republic, and of the Disciples of the Whills enduring despite it all.
Of the blind man never encountering anyone, who could tell how his gift worked – who realized that he saw through the Force like others did with their eyes.
Of his best friend never leaving nonetheless – and of an evil Empire taking control of the whole galaxy.
Of Baze finally finding faith.
Of both of them sacrificing themselves, for a cause larger than their mere two lives.
And dying without any regrets, because they knew that their death had served a cause – that beyond them, Darkness would be defeated, and Balance restored.

By the time they arrived in the heart of the moon where they’d been born, both of them were clutching a pair of crystals who sang to their soul in their hands.
Chirrut could see now – not like humans did – but like the Miraluka of old did, shapes and depths, instead of mere shadows and guesses.
Baze – now believed.
There was an old, ancient man waiting for them all in the midst of a small cave, the walls covered in Kyber crystals, in all the colors that could be found all around the moon’s depths.

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Anakin hadn’t been surprised by the vision.
With how strong his affinity for the Cosmic Force was, he’d been having them since his childhood, making him prone toward nightmares – which was why his mother had trained him in meditation nearly as soon as he could talk.

“They still don’t understand what Balance is.”
“I’m sorry. It was my job to understand, and teach the galaxy…Instead I lost myself in the lies of Sidious, failed in my destiny, and left the burden on my son’s shoulders.”
“You were given a task too hard to accomplish alone. You did your best, my child.”
“But it was not enough.”
“It wasn’t. Yet it could be.”
…
“Don't think too badly of me, master.”
“Never.”
“And do me a favor. Don't let me grow up as a slave again.”

Anakin was young, but he was smart.
He knew he didn’t have all the information – but with the Force humming through his veins, he was certain, suddenly, of one thing.
Obi Wan had lived another life, already, and raised another Anakin. And that Anakin had failed, somehow – and decided that the best way to repair his mistakes, was to send someone who could do it better.
He smiled, hands clenching around the two crystals that somehow found their way there. Failed he may have, he decided, that Anakin had made a good choice.

Because Obi Wan and Arkous were both halves of a same being, and with Arya by their side, they’d always made great things – he heard the older Je’daii talk, after all, and he knew that while it had always existed in his memories, their order was in truth quite young, having been reestablished not long before his birth.
And while he had nothing against them, Anakin knew he wasn’t meant to be only a Jedi. He couldn’t imagine how his life would have been, without the Je’daii order.
The Chosen One smiled happily at the four Je’daii who were already waiting for him, and the three new padawan, and eyed the man whom he knew wasn’t an ordinary being, who’d called them into this strange yet beautiful cave.

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Jedha’s deity was a Zeffonian, despite the fact that this specie originated from the other side of the galaxy.
“Welcome, Shadow, War, Animus, Chosen One, children of the Force.” the serene being bowed toward them, “Thank you, for answering my call through the Disciples of the Whills.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you.” Arya greeted first, “Though you don’t appear in any need of our help?”
“I don’t.” he agreed, “But you’ve been helping so many of us, all around the galaxy,” he said gravely, “and you’re facing such a dangerous enemy,” he added,” that I thought it was ample time one of us called you to help, rather than asked more of you.”
Arkous, Obi Wan and Arya all startled, none of them having expected the affirmation.
All three could feel the very reality shudder, as the godly entity spread its influence all around them.

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“Thanks, Old Ones, for traveling all the way to the depths of Purgatory.” the old god, which they now realized was older than most of those they’d encountered until now, firmly stated, “It may not be for our salvation that you came, but you’ve still worked relentlessly for it ever since you’ve entered our galaxy.” he strongly affirmed, a smile spreading on his serene face “And in a few decades, past, present and futures, you’ve all but brought us salvation.”
They spent hours speaking with the old deity, whose voice could somehow reach all of them at the same time, yet tell different tales – and all were rather introspective, as they traveled back toward the mortal realm, and the Kyber temple.

They’d nearly reached their quarters again, when Maul had all but exploded “Alright,” he asked, “those three are clearly somehow gods who’ve accidentally started to save our galaxy.” he said, pointing to Arkous, Arya and Obi Wan, “Those two would have played a large part in saving that gloom future I’ve glimpsed.” he added, pointing at Chirrut and Baze, “But… What about you? Where were you? What about me? Why save me?!”
There was some distress in his voice now, and his master gently grabbed him in a hugged, letting the teen-aged Zabrak’s frustration, awe, and incomprehension start to bleed out.

“Without Arkous and my master, I would have never left the dimension where I was born,” she told him, “the place where I’ll return eventually, to protect this galaxy from an old, mad god.”
“And me?” he asked weakly, “Without you, I was…”
“Mad.” she agreed, “Through no fault of your own.” she reassured him
Not quite satisfied, he turned toward Obi Wan, knowing all too well now, how much he’d messed up the man’s life, in another timeline.

“Tiny Maul.” the man told him bluntly, “You’re as different from Darth Maul as I am from Jedi General Kenobi. Don’t worry about what could have been, help us ensure was will be this time around.”
Discarding the last of his hesitation, Maul nodded, following his master back to their suit, with a last whispered thanks.
Chirrut and Baze’s introspective state lasted until they were back in Arkous, Arya and Obi Wan’s lodging, before the older teen finally stated, rather than asked.
“You’ve changed our life, and the galaxy for the better.” an amused smirk, “Even if, apparently, it just happened.” he glanced fondly at his best friends, “I guess than even gods can be as scatterbrained as Chirrut, in the end.”
Obi Wan looked rather insulted to be called scatterbrained, but didn’t protest too much, as he knew it was the boy’s convoluted way to thank them – not that he really felt they needed to be thanked, but it was basic courtesy, to accept someone’s gratitude.

As for Anakin, he didn’t look surprised at all by their travel through the moon’s depths, nor their encounter with the resident deity – and though he had apparently seen some sort of vision, he didn’t look as unsettled as the three padawans.
“I’ve always known my future could be bad.” he merely told them before falling asleep, clutching his crystals, “And I’ve always known Obi Wan had and would save me.” he added with a happy smile, “So there’s no need to worry.”
The god had been stunned at the affirmation – though Arkous and Arya looked far less surprised than him.
“He chose to send you back rather than coming back himself.” the Mirialan reminded him, both of them dragging him toward their bed, “Stop worrying about his unshakable faith in you, and get some sleep!”

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The Convocation of the Force had lasted for over a month, and had been a resounding success.
For the first time in memory, Light, Dark and Balanced sects had assembled, talked together and more importantly, accepted each other.
The radical change among the Jedi, who remained the largest sect, had been paramount, naturally, but all of them had also been ready to talk, most of them having seen through their most gifted seer that cooperation was the way to move toward a better future.
Though still smaller than the Jedi, and barely established in the Galactic Republic – among the Force users, all had seen the new Je’daii as the power players they would be in the future, and numerous Force users had already proclaimed their wish to visit them.

And while harmony rippled all around Jedha, all had felt the rage and fury of those who plotted for power, and dominion over the galaxy, over the unexpected, and clearly unwelcome event.
No one was really surprised when, in the following months, numerous plots were uncovered, against many of the Force sects. Their grand plan had been led more and more astray in the past few years – and the Banite Siths were starting to be afraid of the way the galaxy’s future was changing in ways unforeseen by them.
Obi Wan was both overjoyed and terrified.

Because the reason why he’d been sent back was looking more and more achievable by the day – yet at the same time, he wasn’t naive enough to think the Sith from the line of Bane wouldn’t fight with all their might against the changing future.
And wounded predators were the most dangerous of all the preys.

But for now, he pushed his worries to the side, smiling as Anakin’s keen Force sensing told him that his mother was waiting for him outside the Unfettered Mooka, and all but launched at her as soon as the spacetight door was opened.
“It was awesome mum! You should have been there! There were so many people! And Arya got two padawan! And I got my first crystal! And I met a god!”
Shmi smiled kindly at the flow of words her son was aiming at her, used to it – thought she did send them an intrigued glance at his last affirmation.
“Welcome back,” a smile “I guess the Convocation of the Force was a success, then, Grand Master?”
“That it was.” Arya agreed, knowing by now that the more she protested the title, the more the playful woman would persist with it, “We should have more visitors in the future, and there were less than a dozen fight between Dark Siders and Light Siders.”

“But plenty of fight between Dark Siders!” Anakin laughed
“That’s because we like to fight.” Maul told him, “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I like to fight too!” the younger boy protested indignantly
“That you do. But you have to make yourself a saber before you’re allowed to spar with anyone but the youngling.” Arkous reminded him
Anakin immediately caught the way the other had told him, and his eyes widened, shinning with hope. He turned toward Obi Wan, then his mother, looking barely able to believe what the pureblood Sith was saying.
“Well,” Obi Wan reminded him, “you’ve done your Gathering, after all.”
Shmi smiled in turn.

In truth, at barely seven years old, the boy was rather young to already be a novice, but she’d always known that the Force had great things in store for her son– how could she not, when he’d been born without any father?
So while she was somewhat anxious at how precocious her beloved child was proving himself to be once more, she took a hold on her feeling, acknowledged them, then pushed them to the side.
“Shall we go find Huyang?” she asked, “I’ve heard he’s come back from Illum this morning.”

In the end, it had taken a few more hours before they could see the droid, that was overseeing the latest batch of novices and padawans, helping them to find the schematics that called to them, and leading them through the deep meditation that would lead to the creation of their first blade.
More experienced Force users, naturally, didn’t need neither schematics nor the ancient droid’s help – but for the children of various age going through the building of their blade for the first time, his help was capital.

Several more hours were spent, Huyang, Anakin, Chirrut and Baze going through the vast archives held in the droid’s memory-banks, while Maul meditated with his master to search how he’d add his new crystal to his current blade. Obi Wan hadn’t been surprise to see the boy settling on a double-bladed lightsaber – thought the design, this time, was more old-fashioned, clearly influenced by the pureblood Sith in residence, and the blade, a core of deep warm orange, haloed with an even brighter yellow.

Chirrut had quickly settled on a lightsaber pike staff, rather reminiscent, for Arya, of the weapon Senya Tirall had used, millennia ago, the blade shinning a deep emerald green, with a lighter green core.

For Baze, thing had been more difficult, had the older teen was both far less open to the Force, with his natural skepticism – thought it had been largely chipped by their meeting with Jedha. In the end, he’d settled on a pair of short, rather practical looking tanto, one with a light azure blade, the second’s blade a deep night blue.

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Anakin had the opposition problem to Baze – so closely entwined with the Force he always was, everything called to him, and it was difficult to settle on only one choice. He’d nearly settled on a simple, rather basic design – but he’d seen the minute moment of recognition in Obi Wan’s eyes, and had immediately decided against.
After all – he didn’t want to be the same as Obi Wan’s old Anakin.
So instead, he settled deeper in meditation.

“You’re going quite far, my child.” a gentle voice warned him, startling him
He turned around, realizing he wasn’t in his body anymore, not even corporeal anymore, simple a spirit among the infinity of souls that made their galaxy.
“It’s beautiful.” he told her
“It is. Far more so since it has started to heal.”
“It was ill?”
“Unbalanced.”
“Balance is important.” he agreed
“So, what are you doing here, Child?”
“I’m making my saber.” he said happily, before grimacing, “But I don’t know what to make.”
“You knew what you didn’t want, that’s a start.”
He nodded, not surprised the unknown entity already knew, given how powerful she felt – and so very familiar.
“Shall we look around, then?” she suggested

He couldn’t say how long they spent, weapons from past Jedi and other Force users blinking in his mind. Sometime, a memory was attached to the blade, sometimes not.
It could have been a few seconds, or an eternity.
When finally he opened his eyes back, there was a new lightsaber gently falling into his hands.
The hilt was rather short, as was the blade – but since Anakin himself was still young, the shoto length blade was like a full-blade for him. And with a flick – the hilt changed, growing longer, just as the blade did.

“A dual-phase Tythian lightsaber.” Arya identified eyeing the bright, sunny yellow blade, not too surprised
Young he maybe, Anakin had been born a Je’daii – and the idea of balance was all but ingrained in him. The color of his blade would doubtlessly change as he grew older, learned more about the galaxy and the Force, and earned affinities with different ways of the Force. But she doubted he would ever completely lose the yellow of balance – not this Anakin .

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Congratulations were given all around, and they headed toward the refectory, where a feast was held tonight – because, just like Shmi had told them, they hadn’t been the only one to have made new blades.
As the evening wore on, the eclectic family ended back in the large suit shared by Arya, Arkous and Obi Wan. Thought she’d moved out to a new suit now that she had a padawan, Saarai hadn’t gone very far, as she had taken possession of the nearest suite, to nobodies’ surprise – and Shmi and Anakin’s own lodging were just as close.

Arya was settled in the large, comfy sofa, hands dexterously going through the familiar motion of braiding, with very little beads for now – the simple yellow one marking the beginning of the padawan’s path and the light blue, ornamented one, marking the Je’daii novice – around the Mirialan and her padawan, the Force was humming happily. Even the serious Baze, despite his initial hesitation about having his hair done when he was more than old enough to do it himself, was looking more relaxed, in the unique way all Force users always did when they were surrounded by happiness through their Force bonds – not that the padawan realized yet what it was he was feeling.

Obi Wan shared a glance with Arkous, who came to his side without missing a beat.
They'd both recognized, once their soul had been healed — that thought they were now two separates beings in some ways, in many others, they were both the same, and complementary. And then would need both of their shared knowledge and characters, to raise this kind and hyperactive Chosen One.

“Anakin Skywalker,” they spoke as one, “will you be our padawan?”
They were answered with a bright smile, happiness overflowing through the Force, as the boy managed to hug them both at the same time.
The evening had been a joyful one, all the padawan eventually falling a sleep in a puppy pile in the middle of the living room.
This, Obi Wan mused before joining Arkous and Arya in bed – this was how it should have been the first time around. Taking a padawan should be something happy, rather than the duty it had been at first for him.

Once more, he sent his thanks to the Anakin who wouldn’t be – the one who’d sent him back to change things.
Once more, he vowed to himself – that this new Anakin, he’d raised differently.
He felt the Force, just before he fell asleep, brush gently against his mental walls, and the ghost of a familiar voice whisper “Thank you, old friend.”
He’d forgotten all about it the next morning, even if he felt some lingering happiness he couldn’t quite explain…

4316.165.9 CRC – birth of Arya Lunika on Benduday (5th day of the week) of the 6 ^th week of the 1 ^st month of the year 4316 while in Hyperspace (3661 BBY / -7 ATC)
4320.412.0 CRC – Fluffy Mooka boarded, death of Sayah and Leelai Lunika, Arya Lunika registered to the Korriban Academy as “ Jen’Nwit” (Little Shadow) by Darth Arkous (3657 BBY / -3 ATC)
4322.742 CRC – Arya saves Lyn’Me, they become sisters (3655 BBY / -1 ATC)
4323.273 CRC – Arya Lunika escape s the Korriban Academy and is recruited by Cipher Eleven (3654 BBY / 0 ATC)

4325.323.0 CRC – Deaknal (Born from the Wind) Raheth (Sandwalker) adopts Arya Lunika (3652 BBY / 2 ATC)
4328.444 CRC – Return to the Empire, Deaknal promoted (3649 BBY / 5 ATC)
4330.974 CRC – Lyn’Me escapes Korriban (3647 BBY / 7 ATC)
4331.165.0 CRC – re-birth of Padfoot, Arya leaves Dromund Kaas on her first solo mission (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)
4331.721 CRC – finding of the vergeance and re-birth of Blanche on Lothal (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)

4332.211 CRC– finding the vergeance of Ossus (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.231 CRC– return on Dromund Kaas (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.315 CRC– mission on Nal Hutta starts (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4333.164 CRC– arrival of Ketan Seva on Nal Hutta (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4333.333 CRC– Arya becomes Cipher Seven (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4333.923 CRC– Darth Arkous becomes a member of the Dark Council, Deaknal is promoted from Keeper to Minister (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4334.233 CRC– Dash.a Ellan becomes a Privateer for the Republic (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)

4334.762 CRC– War starts again (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.943 CRC– re-birth of Kagetsu (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.954 CRC– death of Sel-Makor (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4335.625 CRC– birth of Jela’Me, son of Lyn’Me and Xenloth Nor (3642 BBY / 12 ATC)
4337.172 CRC– death of Vitiate’s Voice in the Empire (3640 BBY / 14 ATC)

4340.835 CRC– battle against Revan (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4340.064 CRC– destruction of Ziost (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4341.174 CRC– Eternal Empire offensive (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.342 CRC– Arya wakes up (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.461 CRC– visit on Tython (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.512 CRC– defeat against the Eternal Empire, death of Darth Marr, Arya in cryostasis (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4346.364 CRC– Arya rescued and waked up (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)

4346.415 CRC– battle of Asylum (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.061 CRC– journey to Odessen’s core (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.074 CRC– Firebrand’s assault on Zakuul’s infrastructures (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4347.122 CRC– Arcann’s retaliation (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4347.413 CRC– assault on Zakuul (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4348.272 CRC– battle against Tenebrae (3659 BBY / 25 ATC)

4351.xxx CRC– Arkous starts living on Tython (3656 BBY / 28 ATC)
4383.xxx CRC– death of Deaknal (3624 BBY / 60 ATC)
4408.xxx CRC– death of Xenloth and Lyn’Me (3599 BBY / 85 ATC)
4439.xxx CRC– Aayla’Me becomes Grand Master (3568 BBY / 116 ATC)
4517.xxx CRC– death of Aayla’Me (3590 BBY / 194 ATC)
4568.xxx CRC– Arkous takes Arya’s pod to Coruscant (3539 BBY / 245 ATC)
6945.354 CRC– birth of Fay (1031 BBY / 2621 ATC)
6976.xxx CRC– Ruusan Reformation, Fay gives up her lightsaber (1000 BBY / 2652 ATC)
7080.075 CRC– birth of Yoda (896 BBY / 2756 ATC)
7919.653 CRC– birth of Obi Wan Kenobi (57 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7925.262 CRC– birth of Baze Malbus (51 BBY / 35604 ATC)
7930.234 CRC– return of Obi Wan Kenobi, awakening of Arkous (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)

7930.262 CRC– awakening of Arya / birth of Chirrut Înwe (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.265 CRC– second anti-poison (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.471 CRC– Obi Wan becomes Arkous’ padawan (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.654 CRC– Quinlan saves Aayla’Secura, Arya gets Pol Secura arrested (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.923 CRC– gambling cession at the Outlander (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)

7930.962 CRC– arrival on Hetzal Prime (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.971 CRC– arrival on Melida/Daan (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7931.212 CRC– counter-offensive begins (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.423 CRC– return to Coruscant (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.475 CRC– Feemor’s presentation (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.642 CRC– first reformations (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.7xx CRC– pranking war (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)

7931.814 CRC– first meeting with Satine Kyrze (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.863 CRC– arrival on Telos (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.945 CRC– capture of Xanathos (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7932.222 CRC– battle of Galidraan (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.241 CRC– meeting with Adonai Kyrze (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)

7932.515 CRC– return to Coruscant (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.563 CRC– arrival in the Colundra Sector (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.624 CRC– first job for the Stark Combine (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.651 CRC– arrest of Iaco Stark (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.663 CRC– trip to Korriban’s heart (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.775 CRC– trip to Tython (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.834 CRC– stay at Padawan Kesh (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.852 CRC– stay at Bodhi (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.911 CRC– stay at Mahara Kesh (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.963 CRC– stay at Anil Kesh (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)

7932.034 CRC– stay at Kaleth (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.055 CRC– stay at Qigong Kesh (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7933.311 CRC– stay at Stav Kesh (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.314 CRC– stay at Akar Kesh (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.322 CRC– trip to Vur Tepe (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.351 CRC– old distress signal (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.352 CRC– return to Coruscant (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)

7933.415 CRC– Obi Wan becomes senior padawan (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.523 CRC– Order reformation (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.612 CRC– Arkous and Obi Wan’s return to Mandalore (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.631 CRC– Arya and Saarai’s arrival on Rattatak (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.712 CRC– Ky Narec an Asajj Ventress arrive on Coruscant (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.874 CRC– Arkous and Obi returns from Mandalore (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.875 CRC– Arya and Saarai escort the new Je’daii prospect to Tython (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.912 CRC– Ona Nobis captured by Noor R’aya (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.014 CRC– arrival on Kegan (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.052 CRC– talk with Arkous (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7934.145 CRC– Yaddle completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.213 CRC– start of Arkous and Obi Wan third rotation on Mandalore (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.345CRC– Shmi becomes pregnant (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.432CRC– Trade Federation activities suspended in the Mandalore Sector (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.462 CRC– Tholme completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.463CRC– Shmi becomes Vokara Che’s padawan (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.515CRC– Arkous an Obi returns to Coruscant (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.563 CRC– Qui-Gon completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.671CRC– Obi Wan’s first lesson in Force Lightning (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.834 CRC– Dooku completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.075 CRC– arrival of the Council of First Knowledge on Tython (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7935.112CRC – Arya awakens the Unfettered Mooka (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.123CRC – birth of Anakin at Mahara Kesh (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.243 CRC– Knighting of Komari Vosa, Xanathos completes the Great Journey, Qui-Gon takes Tiplar and Tiplee as padawans (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.264 CRC– Saarai finds the Ember (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.311 CRC– Knighting of Quinlan Vos (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.312 CRC– the First Council heads back to Coruscant (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.342 CRC– Obi Wan arrives on Mandalore (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.363 CRC– Saarai and Naranee arrives on Jaguada (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.411 CRC– Arya and Arkous enter the Maw (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.454 CRC– end of the Mandalorian Civil War (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.524 CRC– Arya and Arkous leave the Maw (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.552 CRC– beginning of the Jedi intervention on Huk and Kalee (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.561 CRC– Arya and Arkous arrives on Dathomir (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.845 CRC– end of the Huk War (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.964 CRC– Arya heals Arkous and Obi Wan’s souls (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.021 CRC– Saarai becomes the Sith’ari (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7936.415 CRC– Saarai and Naranee returns on Tython (40 BBY / 3604 ATC)

79342.231 CRC– Saarai takes Maul as a padawan (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)
79342.415 CRC– Arya takes Chirrut and Baze as padawan (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)
79342.421 CRC– Convocation of the Force (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)
79342.564 CRC– Obi Wan and Arkous take Anakin as a padawan (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)

7942.231 CRC– Saarai takes Maul as a padawan (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)
7942.415 CRC– Convocation of the Force (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)

Fluffy Mooka – Defender Class light corvette, lime green paint job (Sayah and Leelai Lunika’s starship)
? – Praetor Class frigate (Exchange slave cargo)
Ember – Fury Class light corvette (Darth Arkous’ starship)
? –X-70B-Phatom (Cipher 11’ starship)
Unfettered Mooka – XS Stock Class light freighter, lime line around the hull (Davin and Dash.a Ellan’s starship)
Ziost’ Revenger – Terminus Class destroyer (Darth Marr’s flagship)
SandwalkingMooka – DeepWater Class light freighter, double lime- line along the top of the hull (Dasha’s starship)
Red Bird – HT 2200 Class light freighter, black band with blue borders all around the hull (Shmi’s ship)
Raptor – ? Carrier (flagship of the Stark Commercial Combine)

- Repository(enhancement): unlocks the Repository System
Kitsune Weave(clothe, leveling, LV91):+91 Physical Defense
FuurinKiba (weapon, leveling, LV91): +1 AG, +91 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, leveling, LV91): +1 WIS, +93 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, leveling, LV91): +1 LUCK, +91 Cutting Damages
Trill-181 prototype (weapon, leveling, LV91, adaptable: blaster gun/carbine/rifle): +91/93/96 Energy Damages
Arkous’ Shoto Saber (weapon, leveling, LV91): +1 AG, +93 Force Damages
- Adegan Crystal (enhancement): +1 INT, WILL and WIS
- Daiyoukai Claws (enhancement): +2 damages
- Fragment of Mortis Dagger (enhancement): turns the weapon into an adaptable one (blade lengths varies between tanto, shoto and katana)

[Arkous’ Shadow Weave(clothe, leveling): + x Physical Defense)]

(XP)New Ability: Advanced Body Enhancement / Advanced Life Drain / advanced Backstab / Advanced Precise Shot / advanced Force Lightning
(2bXP)New Familiar Ability: Z6PO Possession
(2bXP)New Familiar Perk: Receptacle

(2XP)LV MAX Skill: Stealth / Perception /Empathy / Underworld / Nature Survival / Bluff / Negotiation / Charm
(2bXP)LV MAX Proficiency: Shii’Cho / Juyo / Makashi / Cosmic Force / Physical Force / Sith Offense / Sith Body / Sith Mind / Sith Ancient Language / Amatakka / Ryl / Physical Pain Resistance / Card Shark
(2XP)LV MAX Ability: Body Enhancement / Life Drain / Backstab / Precise Shot / Force Lightning
(4bXP)LV MAX Familiar Ability: Reinforced Shields / Imbued Turrets

(bXP FR, 10bXP)Vergeance: Dathomir(Dark Side) / Jedha(Balanced)
(+1 specific Skill, 5bXP)Force Temple: Kyber Temple(Jedha, +1 WIS )
(XP)Planet: Dathomir / Jedha

(5XP)Gods Helped/ Godly Assistance: Dathomir / Jedha

(bXP) Named opponent vanquished: MotherTalzin
(XP) Skirmish won: space over Kalee(7935 CRC)
(2XP) Battle won: Kalee(7935 CRC)
(4XP) War won: HukWar

current XP: 72 440
current LV: 91
XP to next level: 485

ARYA LUNIKA AGE 40 LV 91

BODY: Agility (17/1:18) / Strength (12/1:13) / Endurance (12/2:14)
MIND: Intelligence (12/2:14) / Willpower (1 7 /3: 20 ) / Wisdom (1 5 / 8 :2 3 )
Heart: Presence (1 2 /5:1 7 ) / Instinct (1 5 /4:1 9 )
UNIQUE: Luck (37) / Element (38) / Godly (28)