Revelation: A Star Wars Fanfic

Chapter 10

"The long unmeasured pulse of time moves everything. There is nothing hidden that it cannot bring to light, nothing once known that may not become unknown. Nothing is impossible."
—Sophocles

A war had begun. Millennia of peace and prosperity was destroyed in a moment. The galaxy soon warred against itself, like life wanted to be separate. People of all races fought as if killing others would somehow convert their enemies to their beliefs.

I did not understand. Perhaps I still do not. I say that the first few months of the war were unimportant and fruitless, but they shaped me as an individual more than any training ever could.

My brother and I were still acolytes of our religions. However, Anakin completed his training through his military service only a few long weeks after Geonosis. But I would continue studying for centuries, probably, learning my crafts and honing the skill sets I desired. I wouldn't complete my training during my brother's lifetime, much less the war.

Studying still took up much of my time, though. Master Plo was not about to let some trivial thing like war interrupt my studies. I did so during the ungodly hours of the mornings, and there were sometimes when I wished to gods I could sleep like a normal person.

As a Dark Jedi shoda, I was expected to obey my temporal master. As a Skywalker, however, my brother's reputation preceded me. After three months of stationary hell on Coruscant, I rebelled.

It was the only time I ever formally requested an audience with the Jedi Council. In the future, I learned, it was faster to barge in and hope they weren't discussing anything too vital. Spoiler alert: they never were.

"Dark Padawan Skywalker," the Grand Master addressed me as I entered.

The room was silent. Only four masters were present, but about ten more attended via holo. I realized that I had done nothing to gain the favor of the Jedi. I assumed that I had gotten in because of my name. Very few Jedi would want to upset a Skywalker, knowing that the Chosen One had singlehandedly become the most influential general in that war. They, of course, did not realize that I had not spoken to Anakin in nearly three months.

I stopped, breathed, remembered why I was there. I had thought long and hard about my decision. "Master Plo doesn't know I'm here."

Raised eyebrows entertained that notion. "Release that, we did not," Master Yoda admitted, "but continue, nevertheless, you may."

Honesty had never failed me before, and I was grateful it didn't then.

My next words were chosen carefully after many hours of pondering. I had a small request to make, but either refusing or denying me would risk the support of the Dark Jedi. I was placing the Jedi in an impossible position. "I am tearing up my shoda apprenticeship contract. I am leaving Master Plo's guardianship. Know that it is not because of him, but because of me."

I paused to emphasize myself. I may have been just a Dark Jedi to them, but I have feelings and I can prioritize and I had come to my own decisions.

"I feel as if my best efforts need to be placed elsewhere. My training will be put to an official halt, and I intend to join the Army of the Republic. I know that I am no Jedi, and I have little status among my own faction, but I request that you appeal to your own needs and grant me rank as a Special Forces Commander."