'I wish I knew how to use Force Cloak…in a lot of fanfics you merely have to imagine yourself becoming invisible within the force. But I doubt that will work for me.' With that thought in mind I loop around Mos Espa a couple of times before stopping at where I made first contact in this world only to find that the bodies of my kills are gone.
Large animal tracks and what appears to only be one set of smaller humanoid tracks lead deeper into the desert.
Tusken Raiders walking in single file lines next to the beasts of burden keeping their steps perfectly in step with the person in front of them. 'Interesting…should I go on an animal hunt?'
"When did I become so bloodthirsty?" At my question I shake my head and enter Force Meditation.
Up at the top left corner I see that I have nine Spheres to use for upgrades.
Maxing out Mind Trick, to Rank 3 for a total of four points. (At rank three, your mind tricks are nearly impossible to resist or overcome even for seasoned force users and naturally resistant species.)
Force Cloak: unlocked
(At Rank One, you can use the force to conceal the sounds you make and bend light around yourself to appear invisible.) (At rank two you can blanket yourself in the force, masking your presence within it, hiding yourself from most force users except extremely sensitive and experienced force users. This is an extremely physically and spiritually taxing technique.) (At Rank Three, you no longer have a presence on the force that any force user can detect and most high tech detection systems will miss you. Most people will not be able to remember what you look like. This is always active and takes a conscious effort to stop using the instinctive technique.)
Maxing out Force Cloak takes the remainder of my spheres, leaving me feeling hungry to earn more.
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In a cantina off the beaten path two undercover Jedi sit in a private shadowy booth.
"Master, that Mandalorian has the strongest connection to the force that I have ever felt. Even stronger than Master Yoda or Windu!" Aayla secura expresses heatedly while her Master Quilen Vos cups his chin in his hand.
"I know Aayla…I felt him too. I can still feel him. For some reason he is circling the city." Quilen Vos answers his Padawan with an uncertain expression on his face.
Aayla closes her eyes and reaches out with the force. She lightly touches his powerful presence and a moan rips out of her.
Her core tightens and her stomach starts to feel funny, her head tilts backwards.
Visions of a future, a universe torn apart by war, machine versus man. She feels bonds of trust forming between her and the men in white armor.
She sees herself tending to a young Jedi Knight and his Padawan with orange skin and lekku…but she isn't a Twi'Lek.
More and more images flash by until a strange world, a ripple through the force her men, her friends, the man she loves turn on her and blaster her down.
She watches as the young Jedi Knight enters the temple, with hundreds of the white armored men behind him, his blue lightsaber igniting.
Pain so much pain follows, to the point Aalya starts to scream in agony and then it's over.
The man in Mandalorian armor appears in an advanced looking ship from a rift in space.
She sees him on Tatooine meeting a young girl, she sees where the timelines have now diverged. Two split paths, one where this girl grows into a Jedi Knight only to fall to the dark side and commit the atrocities her male counterpart committed in another timeline.
But there is another where this young woman walks an untraditional path Jedi training but Mandalorian armor and open relationships that the High Council would never allow.
Many Jedi still die but the order isn't destroyed there is pain that follows but it is centered around the Mandalorian man.
Aalya practically vomits from the dread she feels when she sees that man from the first time line again.
But he is whole and the two men fight, the woman in Mandalorian armor joins him, she saves the man from what would have been a lethal lightsaber thrust.
But in doing so she dies, she hears the man's mournful shout that fills with rage. "NOOO-ANA!!!" She feels the man who feels of…balanced chaos fall to the dark side. His strikes become heavier, his wrath manifesting in lightning arching off of his body.
"I don't know how you came to be here in this timeline, Anakin. But you will die regretting it!" The man in Mandalorian armor roars the force trembling warping reality around him.
A heavy smack to her cheek pulls Ayla out of her force vision. "Master?" Ayla's voice is little more than a croak. Her head throbbing, her body aches, something feels off.
That's when she notices that it's not her Master leaning over her but her uncle.
"I see we need to up your dosage." Ayla looks around and sees her Master strung up in chains, blood dripping from his head.
Before she feels a needle being stabbed into her arm. Ayla uses the force to scream out for help, before her thoughts grow hazed and slow.
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'Probably shouldn't have used all of my spheres on Mind Trick and Force Cloak but…drawing the attention of other force users to me is something I'd rather avoid.' shrugging away my thoughts I start the drive back to the spaceport feeling secure in the fact that I won't be leading the Jedi to Anakin too soon.
As soon as I arrive at the once abandoned Spaceport, turned gang hideout and now currently my planet side base of operations.
I see Ana flinch before I feel it…hear it…a woman's scream.
"Ana…did you?"
"Starkiller she…we have to help her!" Ana shouts and runs over to me, with tears running down her face, her hands desperately grabbing my breastplate.
'I really should have put something into Force Sense…' A groan of complaint sounds in my head as I close my eyes and reach out to the woman who screamed.
There's flashes of what looks like a torture chamber, Quilen Vos is strong up in electrified chains. There's a pool of blood underneath him.
There's a blue-skinned Twi'Lek man with what almost look like flattened horns on the front of his head.
Flashes of him using instruments on her, touching her in intimate places. "You have truly grown into a woman, my niece!" The man licks his lips as his head tails seemingly move of their own volition.
While I view everything as if I am the woman being assaulted.
Coming back to my body, just in time to grab Ana by the back of her tunic.
"Hey, I have to help!" Ana shouts at me with a determined expression on her face and a righteousness in her voice.
"No, you will remain here and get your control chip removed alongside your mother. I will handle this…" Ana looks like she wants to argue Shmi is nowhere to be seen but the Megan Fox Look-alike walks over to me, she's dressed now in what appears to be a crop top that reveals the bottoms of her perky tits, and a short skirt that barely reaches down enough to hide her cunt.
"Why don't you come help me, your mom and Xena clean things up." Anakin pouts at the gorgeous woman and turns to me with watery puppy dog eyes, a trembling bottom lip.
"Please, let me come with you. I can help, I promise!" I nearly cave to Anakin's very effective emotional manipulation, but I stiffen my will.
"No, I want to protect your innocence as long as I can…somethings you can't unsee, Anakin. But I promise I'll save her." At my answer Ana gives me a disappointed smile but she still turns around and gives me a hug.
I return the hug and lift Ana up into the air, gently bumping my helmet against her head.
"Now go take care of your new droid friends. And help the others with cleaning up this dump." I say as I set her down Ana smiles at me and runs over to my speeder and starts handling the droids.
"You're really good with her…" The Megan Fox look-alike murmurs softly while leaning in close to me.
"Am I? I'm just treating her like a little sister." She smiles at me and rests a hand against my breast plate.
With everything going on earlier I forgot to introduce myself, "My name is Hinata Solo, best pilot and smuggler in over a dozen systems…and very very interested in getting this, and the helmet off of you later." Hinata murmurs huskily as she runs a suggestive hand over the areas less protected by my armor.
'Solo…as in a familial relation to Han Solo?!'
"It's my pleasure to meet you, Hinata Solo…if you choose to stay on. I'm sure I'll need your piloting and snuggling…I mean smuggling skills. Not to mention your connections."
"I'm a pretty good snuggler too." Hinata teases a small smile on her face.
"Well I look forward to putting all of your skills to the test…and having my own tested by you. But for now there is someone in need of a rescue." My playfulness bleeds into my voice as I mount the speederbike and I drive off preventing any further reply from Hinata.
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"What a scoundrel!" Hinata's small smile grows larger as she reaches out into the force and touches the suffering Padawan and conveys the feelings she feels through the force when around Starkiller.
'I wonder how that little brat, Yoda is doing? Maybe I should visit the temple. It's been a few hundred years since the last one. For that matter I wonder how Fay is doing? It hasn't been as long since our path last crossed but much can happen in thirty years. And this little girl here…her connection to the force it's like a bright light in a place that was once a dark void.'
"Hey Hinata, can you help me with these droids? They're really heavy!"
"Of course young one." Hinata rolls her eyes fondly at the little Skywalker, memories of a similar Skywalker from nearly five hundred years ago flash in front of her eyes.
"Master, someday you will find yourself near my descendants. I ask that if by the time a young child powerful in the force doesn't get discovered by the Jedi that you take this child under your wing and train her in the ways you taught me and not this new code of the reformists."
'He may not be a Jedi…by the current standard. But by ours I can see little reason why he shouldn't be the one to train this girl who holds so much potential.' Hinata helps young Anakin Skywalker with the medical droids and watches with rapt attention as the young girl uses a very weak, unintentional form of Mech Deru to activate both of the medical droids.
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'Look, I know you're a semi conscious entity in a lot of stories. And if that's true, I could really use your help to guide me to Alya Secura and her Master Quilen Vos.' There's no images flashing in my head, or a fancy trail of light to follow. But I notice my speederbike starts to lean in one direction or the other so I lean with it.
Eventually I end up driving through a very narrow alleyway between two large tan stone buildings. Before ending up in front of a small building with a circular door that looks like it would be at home in a starship functioning as a blast door shut tightly, like a puckered asshole.
'This, the place then?' Again my question to the force seems to go unanswered by the force, but then I hear it a very weak whimpering through the force.
I'm off my speederbike and pulling the force into me. Widening my stance and then extending both of my arms as if I'm pushing something heavy.
I release the force energy I've built up into a force push, the city circular doors give with a loud scream of sheering/twisting metal.
Both of my lightsabers fly into my hands, activating the blades I make my way inside.