Ancient History

At first, you thought it was just a regular reincarnation. Nearly the same world, nearly the same stories, and nearly no different anything. Other than the universe whispering secrets to you, the ability to move shit with your mind, and your memories of your past life, this new life seemed relatively normal.

Except you don't die.

You heal, fast. You get injured even faster.

But you don't die.
Ever.

You outlive everyone you've learned to love again. Humanity breaks through the limits you've seen set before to leave their dying planet and venture into the stars. You're there with the first explorers, diving into the greater universe with hopes of finding something to finally kill you. Instead, you find aliens, advancing technology, and the Force.

Millions of years older, and significantly less sane, you emerge from 700 years of hermit life and stumble into mentorship with a young padawan that goes by the name of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You remember little of your first life at that point, but you know your little padawan has tragedy written all over his future. Honestly, you're not about that life.

Highly self indulgent, told in snippets because I don't have the time to actually do the in depth research a long form Star Wars fic would require.