VIII.
They cannot avoid the Order and the rest of the Grand Army of the Republic indefinitely, but their first run-in with another Jedi could have gone a bit better.
Master Kit Fisto is scouting for intelligence on the enemy when he passes through what should be an active battle front. Instead, he finds only peace. He lands his ship where some Republic forces are encamped and follows the helpful directions of the troopers to the Jedi in charge.
Master Fisto is confused and disturbed by the young Knight he does not recognize. (The Knight doesn't even know his name, he, is a member of the Jedi High Council). He grows even more disturbed when the dark-masked behemoth shows up behind the young Jedi, a black sun of icy cold fire in the Force. He ignites his lightsaber without thinking, but neither the Jedi, who introduced himself as Luke, nor the masked man in black react.
"What are you doing?" Luke asks as if Kit is the one behaving oddly. He looks back at the dark shadow behind him. "What's he doing?"
"Members of the Order do not attack without provocation," the masked man says with barely veiled hate.
"Sir," an ARC trooper interjects, pleading for calm. "Vader is not a hostile."
"We aren't hostile," Luke echoes. "We were just talking. Why're you preparing to fight?"
"He is a Sith," Master Fisto announces. The words slip out before he can consciously think of them, but he knows it is true. Usually, Sith are hidden in the Force but this man makes no effort to conceal the very storm of his presence. The Jedi Master looks at the troopers, most of whom are still working around the camp; they haven't even halted in their duties to take in the strange face off! "He's a Sith! Why have you let a Sith into your camp?"
"Yes, he's Sith, but that doesn't mean you can just kill him. Jedi use the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack. We're all on the same side here," Luke says.
Vader makes a sound that without his mask would definitely by a snort of derision. Luke rolls his eyes in exasperation, turning away from Kit and his weapon. "No, really Father, we are nominally on the same side."
"If we are on the same side son, tell Master Fisto to put his blade down and focus on his vaunted Jedi knowledge for a moment. I won't have him accidentally hurting you or I will tear him limb from limb."
"Sir, please put the blade down," the clone begs. "We're almost done with mopping up and we really don't want another firefight to break out. The people of this system have been through enough and we promised them peace."
Kit finds himself lowering his weapon despite himself. "What are you talking about?" he finally manages to sputter. "If you really are a Jedi, you would not call this– this thing–"
"Hey!" Luke yells, affronted.
"–father! This is an active battlefront. Separatists hold the system. He is a Sith. There is no peace!"
Luke's eyes narrow in obvious irritation. "Jedi can have fathers, depending on their species. I have a father. Being a Sith or a Jedi doesn't mean people don't have fathers and he is a person, not a thing! And yes, there is peace. This system is no longer part of the war, and it is not going to start being part of the war again just because you showed up, so put down your weapon."
Kit wants to object, wants to fight, but no one is drawing a weapon-- not the clones, not Luke, not even the Sith! He is being lectured by some Force wielding boy about what it means to be a Jedi!
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Back From the Future: Episode VI The Clone Wars - Ariel_Sojourner
FanficThe following is a fan-based parody/fanfiction. Star Wars (Canon & Legends) Ep: 1-9, Clone Wars, Rebels, Video Games, Books, and, media are all owned by: LucasFilm, Bioware, Tt Games, Dave Filoni, George Lucas, Skywalker Sound, Skywalker Ranch, Indu...