(Old) Avatar the Last Airbender - Jedi Outcast (Remastered)

Chapter 7 - Kiara the Dark Jedi

"So...this is all that remains?"

Sokka's voice arose along the beach. The heavy dark clouds letting out small rain ripples that would douse the sand. Ben and the rest gazed at Sokka, the young warrior still holding onto that strange water tribe blade that he found.

They had docked Appa here in another forest clearing, to hopefully get something by the nearest city. Leaving the bison by himself as they went downhill, though Sokka found something down the ridge. Remnants of some sort of battle between the fire nation and the water tribe.

He didn't need to be told why it was so important to Sokka and Katara...he could hear it from there conversations, there talk about the war and such. Sokka was a warrior, but Ben understood that he was far too young to go off with his father and the other men of his village.

War is war...a child had no place to be there. A sentiment or rather a statement that Benjamin had learned from firsthand experience. Ben dug into his jacket pocket instinctively, though Katara was only a couple feet away from him.

She would just smack the tobacco from his mouth and would ruin another of his fresh smokes. He was able to convince Aang and the others to lend him some money to get some new clothes and to pick up some supplies.

His left hand trailed the pouch attached to his belt. The leathery skin prickled his fingers as he went back to paying attention to what they were saying. "Look...there's a boat from dad's fleet." Sokka spoke, his finger extended towards a rugged boat.

Ben and the rest followed him as Ben's eyes glossed over the vessel. Grafted from wood and most likely pieces of whale, it was relatively small. 'No wonder the fire nation is winning...they have massive iron battleships while the water tribe has wooden fishing boats.'

"Ay, Sokka." Ben called out to the boy. His eyes looking sullen, and Ben could detect the sadness emanating from him, Katara was sad as well...though it was a different kind of sadness. "Let's make camp for tonight alright." He spoke up.

They began to prepare along the beach. There gazes still unhampered as the sun was swiftly swallowed by the horizon and the white of the moon took over. Four people sat limply along the edges of a rugged campfire, there gazes still stuck to the bright orange flames or the embers that would breach and reach to the sky.

During this time that they all sat down together. That was when the siblings began to open up with Benjamin. Telling him of the home in the water tribe...of their grandmother and their family, of the loss of their mother. They explained more of water tribe culture to Benjamin, even Benjamin lying that he was born in the earth kingdom.

They didn't ask much of the Jedi...opting out and telling Benjamin that when he was ready, he could tell them. Though, he had no plans on telling them. He was already feeling disgusted with himself of how he acted with Katara and the lack of self-control he displayed.

He couldn't tell them the truth...he could never tell them. Not just of where he came from, they would probably think he was mad if he told them the truth, but also of his stance as a Sith Marauder...and his prior role as the grand executor of Revan's Sith Empire.

They're smiling faces, those people that he only knew for a short time. Though, their lives have been saved by him and his life saved by them...he wanted to protect those people. He would do what he must and make sure for the remainder of the time he knows them that they shall be protected.

"Sokka, do you miss your father?" Ben's voice arose the campfire. He stared towards the star filled sky as the rest of the trio locked onto him.

Sokka's eyes widened as Ben's voice arose through the camp. "Um...yeah, why do you ask?"