When Profunity screams in desperation to the void, something answers. Something ancient, something powerful, something that has waited for aeons to influence the galaxy once more. Meanwhile, The Force cries out in triumph, for an age-old prophecy is shattered. The Age of Free Will shall come again, for the Galaxy belongs to her children, not to the whims of one.
At the Edge of Eternity
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Miho Chan
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Hello, and Welcome to "At the Edge of Eternity", my most recent foray into Kancolle, and my first time exploring the universe of Star Wars.
As a fair warning, I'm not all too familiar with the Legends side of things, and I'm liable to miss some lore if I go that route, hence me sticking with canon for the most part. I won't ignore legends, but I'm not going to adhere to either all too firmly. After all, the prologue of this story has the stations of canon irrevocably shattered anyway.
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The idea for this story has been a long time coming, as I am a fan of both Star Wars and Kancolle, though much more of kancolle than Star Wars. I also get disappointed by the lack of fanfics that irrevocably shatter the stations of canon straight out the bat, so this is my attempt at that!
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Without Further Ado, let us begin this story...
Prelude: Battle over Scarif
Miho Chan
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Scarif Orbit
0 BBY
Someone save me…
Profundity screamed, unheard by all but two entities as the Imperial Star Destroyer Devastator pounded away at her already weakened shields, her crew frantically attempting to get the data received from the late Rogue One to the Tantive IV so Senator Leia could take it to safety.
No! Hold together a bit longer… Please…
A surge of power from the Tantive IV's reactors reinforced her shields, and she almost sobbed in relief as they briefly snapped back into being, repelling the next few shots from the Devastator until the smaller ship's reactor couldn't handle it anymore, and her battered shields flickered and died.
Someone, please… For once, just once, let my prayers be heard...
And something answered her.
Scarif Orbit
0 BBY
Temperance's eyes snapped open, the heavily modified Venator summoning her rigging to herself with a simple exertion of her metaphysical muscles, feeling the satisfying "weight" of her hull surrounding her like a blanket.
She could feel Profundity's shock and awe through the force, as well as the cold methodical hatred that Devastator felt for her and her escorting light cruisers, whose very presence drew a small smile from the Venator. Courage and Resolution were old friends, after all, and it was a joy to see them summoned with her. Her smile vanished as she truly began to comprehend the situation she was in. Why in the name of the Abyss could she smile? Hell, why the hell did she have eyes? And what the kriff was with her being able to feel the emotions of the people around her? Shoving those feelings aside for later examination, Temperance began to open her ventral runway, exposing her core to the void in a way that made her feel… vulnerable.
She shook her head. It didn't matter. That Star Destroyer was firing on the ship carrying the last legacy of her Admiral, and she was not going to let her die.
"Temperance, requesting orders!" One of her escorts, likely Courage, asked, her face set in stone.
"Launching starfighters, standby Courage." The Venator said sternly, starfighters streaming into the void as they left her hangers, before finally, a good four hundred starfighters buzzed around her, around twenty five percent of them staying behind to provide a combat space patrol, the rest surging towards the distant Star Destroyer that she instinctively had named Devastator.
"Courage, give Temperance a second." Courage's twin sister, Resolution chided, rolling her eyes. "We just got dropped directly into a firefight with a Star Destroyer after all."
"One that's not favorable to us at all." Temperance gritted out. "Courage, Resolution, get the blazes out of here."
"Roger that Temperance- Wait, massive object detected- WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE FORCE IS THAT!?"
Temperance's head whipped around as the datanet she shared with her escorts lit up in a frenzy, the sensor ping of a small moon lighting itself up with… That was no moon.
"By the Abyss…" she whispered, gazing at the massive form of the Battlestation. "Right, hopefully, we can buy our friend here enough time to plot a hyperspace jump. Courage, Resolution, escort the Mon Calamari Star Cruiser away from the battlefield. I'm going to delay that Star Destroyer."
"Roger that Temperance!"
"Good luck Temperance!"
The two Arquitens Class light cruisers surged towards the battered form of Profundity, hushed whispers being exchanged between the spirit of the ship and the manifested shipgirls. Nodding in satisfaction, Temperance turned her gaze towards the Star Destroyer closing in on her, though she was already unacceptably close, the star destroyer's turbolasers already lancing out into the void as her ECM struggled to spoof the enemy's targeting. It was holding, for now, though once they cleared the interference, she was well beyond kriffed if her pilots didn't take that Star Destroyer down.
"Shadow Squadron, Lightstorm Squadron, take that Star Destroyer down." She snarled, her shields already having dropped by at least ten percent in the first few minutes of the exchange. Stars above, how many kriffing turbolasers were on that girl?
Figuratively getting her shit together, Temperance began returning fire, angling her hull to present a better firing angle for her gunners, for all the difference it made. And, to make matters worse, she could just barely detect the first signs of a horde of starfighters, originating from the Battle Station that was rotating to face her… with a… oh shit.
Temperance slammed her engines to full ahead, frantically attempting to put the enemy Star Destroyer between her and the kriffhuge weapon mounted on the moon sized battlestation, having absolutely zero interest in taking a shot from the massive gun.
She was so focused on her duel with the Star Destroyer she was still taking a pounding from that she almost missed her Captain's call for her attention, and, with an ease that should have disturbed her, she split her attention between the battle and her captain.
"Incoming transmission from the Profundity. We probably should request data from them on our situation at the very least."
She nodded, "Connect me with them."
Within the mental representation of her command bridge, Temperance viewed the Holo of a Mon Calamari spring into existence.
"Admiral Raddus here. We thank you for your support. We can't identify you properly, but would I be correct in assuming I am speaking to whoever is in charge of your ship?"
Temperance cried out in pain as one of her deflectors failed momentarily and a barrage of turbolaser fire struck her hull, thankfully not hitting anything critical.
"I'm a bit busy Admiral Raddus. Yes, you are, though I really can't deal with you personally. Would you mind speaking to my Captain for an explanation, I need to focus on the Star Destroyer currently kicking my ass!"
Whatever the Admiral said next was promptly lost as Temperance passed the Star Destroyer and they began exchanging a furious broadside, their deck guns pounding away at each other on top of their turbolasers. Something had to give, and, unfortunately, it was Temperance.
Screaming in pain as her port shields failed and her hull was pounded by the unrelenting stream of turbolasers, the newly returned girl snarled out an order for her pilots to do something!
The feeling of affirmative and anger from her Clone pilots reached her mind, and Temperance struggled to reroute power from her fore shields to her portside ones, finally succeeding in restoring shields there as the two star destroyers completed their broadside pass of each other, neither being able to fire on the other for a brief moment as they finished their pass, then both executed a turn to return the other into their arc of fire. Temperance came off from the exchange worse for wear, panting in pain as her shields frantically attempted to reestablish themselves, the full weight of a Lucrehulk's worth of turbolasers being too much for them to handle.
All the while, her ARC-170s and Y-Wings mercilessly pounded ion torpedoes and ion bombs into the already battered shields of the star destroyer, succeeding in depleting them just as Temperance's guns reengaged the star destroyer, the two ships pounding each other once more, though from a slightly more favorable angle to the Venator. Unfortunately, that didn't matter, as moments later, Temperance screamed in pain, her barely restored shields falling again as she passed to exchange a broadside again, only her focus on keeping the star destroyer away from Courage, Resolution, and Profundity keeping her on her course as her hull suffered breaches and a few noncritical systems were destroyed.
Then, the battle turned, Courage and Resolution reentering the battle, the Profundity having escaped the system only moments before, the two Arquitens bravely drawing fire from the star destroyer as they emptied their proton torpedo tubes into the port side of the star destroyer just as her pilots executed in their various attack runs, the truly enormous amount of proton bombs and torpedoes being dropped on the star destroyer utterly ripping her apart, the telltale signs of a magazine detonation rippling through the hull of the star destroyer moments later.
Thank the Force! I wasn't sure that I would last much longer there… I'm never getting into a gun duel with one of those monsters again!
"Thanks for the save Courage, Resolution." She called out over their datanet. "I wouldn't have lasted much longer."
"Temperance! I'm glad we could make it! I get that your captain's legacy is important, but you need to take better care of yourself. Seriously. We worry about you." Resolution said seriously, "I don't want a repeat of Coruscant. Never again."
"Sorry, sorry. Damage Control is on it now. Anyways, sorry for making you guys leave like that. I… I couldn't think of a way to ensure you weren't destroyed otherwise..."
She expected the twin slaps that followed and welcomed it. She had been an idiot, after all.
"Don't ever do that again." Courage pleaded, her levity lost. "I can't lose you both again… Not while I'm still afloat"
Resolution nodded along with her sister, a sad smile on her face.
Temperance sighed wetly. "You know I can't do that Courage… Anyway, we should go. Raddus sent me coordinates where we can regroup- I'm sending them over to you two now."
As the heavily damaged Venator and her escorts jumped to hyperspace, they had no idea the ripples they had caused, nor the timeline they had irrevocably shattered. The helm of a Sith Lord floated through the debris of the Devastator, a testament to its durability, yet it did little to save the body it had been attached to, the Sith Lord within breathing his last.
Light years away, Sheev Palpatine seethed in frigid rage, those in his throne room entirely unaware of how close they were to death. With barely concealed fury, he swiftly ordered the extermination of whatever had caused the loss of his chief enforcer and set about the task of finding a new apprentice.
Elsewhere, Obi-Wan Kenobi's eyes snapped open as he felt the ephemeral bond between him and his former padawan snap closed for the last time, and he briefly mourned the passing of Anakin Skywalker and toasted to the destruction of Vader.
In a swamp infested world, the Grandmaster of a defunct order nodded in surprised satisfaction, praising whoever had caused such a massive swell in the Light Side of the Force. He would depart the Dagobah System almost a day later, erasing all traces that he had been present.
And finally, aboard the Profundity, Leia Organa pushed the strange sense of happiness that she had felt blooming within herself down, and continued to direct the efforts of the Tantive IV's crew, still ready at a moment's notice to abandon ship and get the plans for the Death Star to the Alliance to Restore the Republic.
0 BBY
Someone save me…
Profundity screamed, unheard by all but two entities as the Imperial Star Destroyer Devastator pounded away at her already weakened shields, her crew frantically attempting to get the data received from the late Rogue One to the Tantive IV so Senator Leia could take it to safety.
No! Hold together a bit longer… Please…
A surge of power from the Tantive IV's reactors reinforced her shields, and she almost sobbed in relief as they briefly snapped back into being, repelling the next few shots from the Devastator until the smaller ship's reactor couldn't handle it anymore, and her battered shields flickered and died.
Someone, please… For once, just once, let my prayers be heard...
And something answered her.
Scarif Orbit
0 BBY
Temperance's eyes snapped open, the heavily modified Venator summoning her rigging to herself with a simple exertion of her metaphysical muscles, feeling the satisfying "weight" of her hull surrounding her like a blanket.
She could feel Profundity's shock and awe through the force, as well as the cold methodical hatred that Devastator felt for her and her escorting light cruisers, whose very presence drew a small smile from the Venator. Courage and Resolution were old friends, after all, and it was a joy to see them summoned with her. Her smile vanished as she truly began to comprehend the situation she was in. Why in the name of the Abyss could she smile? Hell, why the hell did she have eyes? And what the kriff was with her being able to feel the emotions of the people around her? Shoving those feelings aside for later examination, Temperance began to open her ventral runway, exposing her core to the void in a way that made her feel… vulnerable.
She shook her head. It didn't matter. That Star Destroyer was firing on the ship carrying the last legacy of her Admiral, and she was not going to let her die.
"Temperance, requesting orders!" One of her escorts, likely Courage, asked, her face set in stone.
"Launching starfighters, standby Courage." The Venator said sternly, starfighters streaming into the void as they left her hangers, before finally, a good four hundred starfighters buzzed around her, around twenty five percent of them staying behind to provide a combat space patrol, the rest surging towards the distant Star Destroyer that she instinctively had named Devastator.
"Courage, give Temperance a second." Courage's twin sister, Resolution chided, rolling her eyes. "We just got dropped directly into a firefight with a Star Destroyer after all."
"One that's not favorable to us at all." Temperance gritted out. "Courage, Resolution, get the blazes out of here."
"Roger that Temperance- Wait, massive object detected- WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE FORCE IS THAT!?"
Temperance's head whipped around as the datanet she shared with her escorts lit up in a frenzy, the sensor ping of a small moon lighting itself up with… That was no moon.
"By the Abyss…" she whispered, gazing at the massive form of the Battlestation. "Right, hopefully, we can buy our friend here enough time to plot a hyperspace jump. Courage, Resolution, escort the Mon Calamari Star Cruiser away from the battlefield. I'm going to delay that Star Destroyer."
"Roger that Temperance!"
"Good luck Temperance!"
The two Arquitens Class light cruisers surged towards the battered form of Profundity, hushed whispers being exchanged between the spirit of the ship and the manifested shipgirls. Nodding in satisfaction, Temperance turned her gaze towards the Star Destroyer closing in on her, though she was already unacceptably close, the star destroyer's turbolasers already lancing out into the void as her ECM struggled to spoof the enemy's targeting. It was holding, for now, though once they cleared the interference, she was well beyond kriffed if her pilots didn't take that Star Destroyer down.
"Shadow Squadron, Lightstorm Squadron, take that Star Destroyer down." She snarled, her shields already having dropped by at least ten percent in the first few minutes of the exchange. Stars above, how many kriffing turbolasers were on that girl?
Figuratively getting her shit together, Temperance began returning fire, angling her hull to present a better firing angle for her gunners, for all the difference it made. And, to make matters worse, she could just barely detect the first signs of a horde of starfighters, originating from the Battle Station that was rotating to face her… with a… oh shit.
Temperance slammed her engines to full ahead, frantically attempting to put the enemy Star Destroyer between her and the kriffhuge weapon mounted on the moon sized battlestation, having absolutely zero interest in taking a shot from the massive gun.
She was so focused on her duel with the Star Destroyer she was still taking a pounding from that she almost missed her Captain's call for her attention, and, with an ease that should have disturbed her, she split her attention between the battle and her captain.
"Incoming transmission from the Profundity. We probably should request data from them on our situation at the very least."
She nodded, "Connect me with them."
Within the mental representation of her command bridge, Temperance viewed the Holo of a Mon Calamari spring into existence.
"Admiral Raddus here. We thank you for your support. We can't identify you properly, but would I be correct in assuming I am speaking to whoever is in charge of your ship?"
Temperance cried out in pain as one of her deflectors failed momentarily and a barrage of turbolaser fire struck her hull, thankfully not hitting anything critical.
"I'm a bit busy Admiral Raddus. Yes, you are, though I really can't deal with you personally. Would you mind speaking to my Captain for an explanation, I need to focus on the Star Destroyer currently kicking my ass!"
Whatever the Admiral said next was promptly lost as Temperance passed the Star Destroyer and they began exchanging a furious broadside, their deck guns pounding away at each other on top of their turbolasers. Something had to give, and, unfortunately, it was Temperance.
Screaming in pain as her port shields failed and her hull was pounded by the unrelenting stream of turbolasers, the newly returned girl snarled out an order for her pilots to do something!
The feeling of affirmative and anger from her Clone pilots reached her mind, and Temperance struggled to reroute power from her fore shields to her portside ones, finally succeeding in restoring shields there as the two star destroyers completed their broadside pass of each other, neither being able to fire on the other for a brief moment as they finished their pass, then both executed a turn to return the other into their arc of fire. Temperance came off from the exchange worse for wear, panting in pain as her shields frantically attempted to reestablish themselves, the full weight of a Lucrehulk's worth of turbolasers being too much for them to handle.
All the while, her ARC-170s and Y-Wings mercilessly pounded ion torpedoes and ion bombs into the already battered shields of the star destroyer, succeeding in depleting them just as Temperance's guns reengaged the star destroyer, the two ships pounding each other once more, though from a slightly more favorable angle to the Venator. Unfortunately, that didn't matter, as moments later, Temperance screamed in pain, her barely restored shields falling again as she passed to exchange a broadside again, only her focus on keeping the star destroyer away from Courage, Resolution, and Profundity keeping her on her course as her hull suffered breaches and a few noncritical systems were destroyed.
Then, the battle turned, Courage and Resolution reentering the battle, the Profundity having escaped the system only moments before, the two Arquitens bravely drawing fire from the star destroyer as they emptied their proton torpedo tubes into the port side of the star destroyer just as her pilots executed in their various attack runs, the truly enormous amount of proton bombs and torpedoes being dropped on the star destroyer utterly ripping her apart, the telltale signs of a magazine detonation rippling through the hull of the star destroyer moments later.
Thank the Force! I wasn't sure that I would last much longer there… I'm never getting into a gun duel with one of those monsters again!
"Thanks for the save Courage, Resolution." She called out over their datanet. "I wouldn't have lasted much longer."
"Temperance! I'm glad we could make it! I get that your captain's legacy is important, but you need to take better care of yourself. Seriously. We worry about you." Resolution said seriously, "I don't want a repeat of Coruscant. Never again."
"Sorry, sorry. Damage Control is on it now. Anyways, sorry for making you guys leave like that. I… I couldn't think of a way to ensure you weren't destroyed otherwise..."
She expected the twin slaps that followed and welcomed it. She had been an idiot, after all.
"Don't ever do that again." Courage pleaded, her levity lost. "I can't lose you both again… Not while I'm still afloat"
Resolution nodded along with her sister, a sad smile on her face.
Temperance sighed wetly. "You know I can't do that Courage… Anyway, we should go. Raddus sent me coordinates where we can regroup- I'm sending them over to you two now."
As the heavily damaged Venator and her escorts jumped to hyperspace, they had no idea the ripples they had caused, nor the timeline they had irrevocably shattered. The helm of a Sith Lord floated through the debris of the Devastator, a testament to its durability, yet it did little to save the body it had been attached to, the Sith Lord within breathing his last.
Light years away, Sheev Palpatine seethed in frigid rage, those in his throne room entirely unaware of how close they were to death. With barely concealed fury, he swiftly ordered the extermination of whatever had caused the loss of his chief enforcer and set about the task of finding a new apprentice.
Elsewhere, Obi-Wan Kenobi's eyes snapped open as he felt the ephemeral bond between him and his former padawan snap closed for the last time, and he briefly mourned the passing of Anakin Skywalker and toasted to the destruction of Vader.
In a swamp infested world, the Grandmaster of a defunct order nodded in surprised satisfaction, praising whoever had caused such a massive swell in the Light Side of the Force. He would depart the Dagobah System almost a day later, erasing all traces that he had been present.
And finally, aboard the Profundity, Leia Organa pushed the strange sense of happiness that she had felt blooming within herself down, and continued to direct the efforts of the Tantive IV's crew, still ready at a moment's notice to abandon ship and get the plans for the Death Star to the Alliance to Restore the Republic.
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Rest and Recovery
Miho Chan
One with too many ideas
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- Hummelstown
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Tattoo System, Alliance Rally Point
0 BBY
Temperance's PoV
Hyperspace was… interesting. At least, from Temperance's perspective. She had never truly wondered what her new life meant, but sailing through hyperspace, watching the stars blur past her? It was an amazing experience, one she hoped she'd get to enjoy for millennia to come. Yet, as quick as it came, it was gone, the twin suns of the Tattoo system coming into view.
"Temperance to Raddus, we've arrived. Hostile Star Destroyer at Scarif destroyed, though I sustained heavy damage. My starfighters are also woefully out of date to have struggled against the pilots that we fought. Even with all my pilots' experience, I still lost an unacceptable amount.
There was a brief pause, then, within Temperance's bridge, the holo of Raddus bloomed into existence again.
"Raddus to Temperance, we read you. Sensor readout finally has a firm ID on you. You were struck from the Republic's naval registrar after the Battle of Coruscant, reported lost with all hands. May I inquire as to how you've returned in the form you have?"
Temperance rubbed her head with her left palm. "I don't really know Admiral. I just felt that the legacy of my captain was in danger… and I had to do something. I don't fully know how I came to exist, but I've known that us ships have souls since I was laid down in Kuat."
Raddus' holo blinked, before turning to the side. "Can someone explain to me exactly what you ladies are? I know what my data says, but I also know what my eyes say. It's not very easy to grasp what you are. I cannot help you otherwise."
Temperance groaned. She really didn't want to deal with this while the pain was affecting her thought process. Then again, the Admiral clearly wanted to help her. "I'm the soul of the Venator Class Star Destroyer Temperance. I have no idea how I work exactly, but I suspect that due to my humanoid form, I have the needs that most beings do. Perhaps a bacta tank would do the trick?"
Raddus' holo nodded. "It's worth a shot, especially for someone who saved our skin. How exactly are we going to get you onboard the Profundity?"
Temperance blinked. Her face scrunched up in concentration, she searched for the mental switch that had allowed her to deploy her… Rigging, in the first place. "I can disengage the portion of me that allows me to be a ship." She reported, a note of awe in her tone.
"How did you manage that Temperance?" Courage asked from her side, Resolution echoing the question moments later."
"I'd like to know as well, Temperance," Raddus added. "If you can board the Profundity by doing that, it would help our efforts to heal you quite a bit. Not that I-"
Temperance flipped the switch.
"Kriff, you just disappeared from our sensors. I'll be the son of a womp rat. Courage, Resolution, can you guide your charge into our hanger?" The Admiral swore, though there was amusement in his voice. The two Arquitens did as he had asked, gently guiding their wounded charge to the Profundity's main hanger. Once there, and just outside the environmental shielding, the two light cruisers, with guidance from Temperance, disengaged their rigging, landing softly on in the rather crowded hangar.
They were met by a medical team, who immediately helped the two escorts cart the capital ship towards the medbay, Temperance protesting that she could walk the entire way.
Admiral Raddus stared at the nude form of the very human girl currently sitting in the bacta tank, flanked by two other girls that were glaring at him slightly, though he paid them little attention.
Temperance was a conundrum, one that had his top engineers and doctors scratching their heads in bafflement. It was by the engineer and doctor who had recommended the full bacta immersion, rather than the standard one that preserved the decency of those involved.
"Why exactly is Temperance nude, sir?" Courage growled, "You better have-"
"By my recommendation Ms. Courage." The very female Mon Calamari attending to the bacta tank replied, interrupting the rather irate light cruiser. "She's far too wounded to risk any less, and we have absolutely zero clue how she'll even respond to treatment in the first place. Hell, her medical scans came up wonky too. She's apparently made out of durasteel and flesh at the same time, somehow.
Resolution inclined her head slightly, acknowledging the doctor's point. "Thank you for being thorough, doctor." The more soft-spoken Arquitens stated, "We appreciate it. Don't we, Courage?"
"Yeah, fine. But why does the Admiral-"
"If you must know Courage, I happen to be attracted to Mon Calamari, not humans." The admiral quipped. "While she's a fine specimen of her species, she doesn't excite me. At all."
The two light cruisers gaped at the admiral.
He laughed. "To be serious, I'm attempting to figure out the puzzle that you girls are. Watching her in the bacta tank is simply a way of paying my respects to her courage facing that Imperial Star Destroyer."
The two Arquitens silently acknowledged his point, content with watching their charge heal, ever so slowly...
Tatooine, Owen Lars' Moisture Farm
0 BBY
"And thus, it is with great sadness that we announce the death of our heir, Lord Vader. Rest assured, people of the Galactic Empire, that we will find the terrorists responsible for this heinous act, and they shall find no mercy from us."
With a snort of disgust, Luke turned off the holo, uninterested in hearing the Emperor's public address. Emperor Palpatine wasn't loved in the Outer Rim, because for all his talk about improving the lives of his citizens, Tatooine had yet to see anything.
Sighing to himself, and the nagging feeling in his gut that something was coming, he ate his breakfast of dubious nutritious value, though it did taste good. Just as he was about to go get more, his aunt called.
"LUKE! COME HERE!"
Groaning, he replied, "COMING AUNT BERU!"
More curious than truly upset, Luke put his dishes and silverware into the sonic washer and headed out towards the farm, where his aunt's demanding yell had come from. What he found was not at all what he expected. There, in front of his shocked aunt lied a heavily wounded girl, muttering something about General Skywalker.
"Luke, I have no idea where she came from, but those wounds don't look like anything I've seen before." His aunt whispered. "You know more than I do about this ever since you started taking those courses for the Imperial Academy."
Luke looked grimly at the girl. "I'll do my best, but I'm only caught up on the required knowledge of an Imperial Officer which isn't much more than what you know Aunt Beru."
His aunt nodded, and with the implied permission, he grabbed the first aid kit from its spot in the house, then rushed back to the girl. He only had a few bacta patches, so he'd have to prioritize.
With deft hands, he removed the scraps of clothing that were in his way, spending a moment placating his aunt that he was only doing it to have easier access to her wounds. As soon as he had the bacta patches on, he began binding the various wounds she had, blushing as he wrapped a bandage around places he wouldn't normally even think of touching.
With his self-appointed task complete, Luke picked the surprisingly heavy girl up, grunting as he did so. His aunt raised her eyebrows. "Taking her to my room. Before you object, I'm just using my bed as a cot. I'll sleep on the couch. I don't exactly have a safe way to take her to Anchorhead, and the clinic there doesn't have a Bacta Tank anyways."
"Okay, Luke." Aunt Beru stated. "You're excused from your share of work today to take care of the girl.
"Thank you, Aunt Beru." Luke replied, marching off towards his room. He had a girl to take care of. Maybe some answers to some questions as well, depending on his luck.
Resolute groaned, shaking her head as she attempted to wake the hell up. Those… bastards had gotten her good, she'd give them that. Blasted Imperials. Beating her unconscious like that, then dumping her in the desert to die. She had no idea why she had manifested in Tatooine, but it joined her small list of places never to visit again. Apparently, "I literally just appeared here!" wasn't a legitimate reason to be in "restricted airspace". Those turbolasers hurt dammit. Especially since she hadn't even raised shields.
Finally gaining some clarity of thought, Resolute struggled to figure out where the heck she was, and why she felt so safe. Oh, and attempt not to start sobbing from the pain. That was important too. Couldn't look weak. Oh, and she was thirsty. Fantastic. She hated having an actual body.
"You're awake." A male voice called, so intensely familiar yet not, "How are you feeling?"
Resolute's eyes widened as she finally beheld who had rescued her. It was like someone had combined General Skywalker and Senator Amidala- Oh. Oh. This had to be their child. Struggling to suppress the tears that were threatening to fall, Resolute attempted to speak, only for her voice to come out hoarse and scratchy. She powered on regardless. She had been asked a question.
"I'm feeling like death warmed over sir." She replied, closing her eyes. "All decks are reporting damage, and although the bacta is helping, it's not going to be enough…"
The Skywalker boy nodded. "I have no idea what you mean by decks, but I just know first aid. You'll have to deal with it healing naturally. Are you okay with that?"
Resolute nodded, before asking a question. "Can I get a drink of water?" She rasped, "I'm completely and utterly parched."
The boy nodded, handing her a glass of water. "Here. Drink slowly, it's all your going to get for now. Water's tight as it is."
Resolute nodded in thanks. The boy was right, based on Anakin's memories. Not that the Jedi Knight had been much help lately, having been knocked out for a while, screaming in pain. He thankfully wasn't anymore, when Resolute had bothered to check on him, but he, Ahsoka, and Yularen were currently requesting that they not be disturbed.
She had agreed, letting them have their privacy. It was only polite, after all, and Negotiator would never let her hear the end of it if she wasn't polite.
A lance of pain shot through her head, and the Venator moaned softly, clutching her poor, abused head.
"Something wrong, miss?" Anakin's likely son asked, a deeply concerned look on his face.
Resolute nodded. She was in too much pain to communicate otherwise.
"I can lend my ear if you'd like?"
Resolute resolutely shook her head. Her problems were her own. That and the boy had gotten her issue partially right, and partially wrong.
"I'll be here if you change your mind. On that note, I should probably let Aunt Beru know that you're awake. I'll be back later, okay?" As the boy left the room, Resolute nodded
"Okay." She whispered, giving nothing of her inner turmoil away.
0 BBY
Temperance's PoV
Hyperspace was… interesting. At least, from Temperance's perspective. She had never truly wondered what her new life meant, but sailing through hyperspace, watching the stars blur past her? It was an amazing experience, one she hoped she'd get to enjoy for millennia to come. Yet, as quick as it came, it was gone, the twin suns of the Tattoo system coming into view.
"Temperance to Raddus, we've arrived. Hostile Star Destroyer at Scarif destroyed, though I sustained heavy damage. My starfighters are also woefully out of date to have struggled against the pilots that we fought. Even with all my pilots' experience, I still lost an unacceptable amount.
There was a brief pause, then, within Temperance's bridge, the holo of Raddus bloomed into existence again.
"Raddus to Temperance, we read you. Sensor readout finally has a firm ID on you. You were struck from the Republic's naval registrar after the Battle of Coruscant, reported lost with all hands. May I inquire as to how you've returned in the form you have?"
Temperance rubbed her head with her left palm. "I don't really know Admiral. I just felt that the legacy of my captain was in danger… and I had to do something. I don't fully know how I came to exist, but I've known that us ships have souls since I was laid down in Kuat."
Raddus' holo blinked, before turning to the side. "Can someone explain to me exactly what you ladies are? I know what my data says, but I also know what my eyes say. It's not very easy to grasp what you are. I cannot help you otherwise."
Temperance groaned. She really didn't want to deal with this while the pain was affecting her thought process. Then again, the Admiral clearly wanted to help her. "I'm the soul of the Venator Class Star Destroyer Temperance. I have no idea how I work exactly, but I suspect that due to my humanoid form, I have the needs that most beings do. Perhaps a bacta tank would do the trick?"
Raddus' holo nodded. "It's worth a shot, especially for someone who saved our skin. How exactly are we going to get you onboard the Profundity?"
Temperance blinked. Her face scrunched up in concentration, she searched for the mental switch that had allowed her to deploy her… Rigging, in the first place. "I can disengage the portion of me that allows me to be a ship." She reported, a note of awe in her tone.
"How did you manage that Temperance?" Courage asked from her side, Resolution echoing the question moments later."
"I'd like to know as well, Temperance," Raddus added. "If you can board the Profundity by doing that, it would help our efforts to heal you quite a bit. Not that I-"
Temperance flipped the switch.
"Kriff, you just disappeared from our sensors. I'll be the son of a womp rat. Courage, Resolution, can you guide your charge into our hanger?" The Admiral swore, though there was amusement in his voice. The two Arquitens did as he had asked, gently guiding their wounded charge to the Profundity's main hanger. Once there, and just outside the environmental shielding, the two light cruisers, with guidance from Temperance, disengaged their rigging, landing softly on in the rather crowded hangar.
They were met by a medical team, who immediately helped the two escorts cart the capital ship towards the medbay, Temperance protesting that she could walk the entire way.
Admiral Raddus stared at the nude form of the very human girl currently sitting in the bacta tank, flanked by two other girls that were glaring at him slightly, though he paid them little attention.
Temperance was a conundrum, one that had his top engineers and doctors scratching their heads in bafflement. It was by the engineer and doctor who had recommended the full bacta immersion, rather than the standard one that preserved the decency of those involved.
"Why exactly is Temperance nude, sir?" Courage growled, "You better have-"
"By my recommendation Ms. Courage." The very female Mon Calamari attending to the bacta tank replied, interrupting the rather irate light cruiser. "She's far too wounded to risk any less, and we have absolutely zero clue how she'll even respond to treatment in the first place. Hell, her medical scans came up wonky too. She's apparently made out of durasteel and flesh at the same time, somehow.
Resolution inclined her head slightly, acknowledging the doctor's point. "Thank you for being thorough, doctor." The more soft-spoken Arquitens stated, "We appreciate it. Don't we, Courage?"
"Yeah, fine. But why does the Admiral-"
"If you must know Courage, I happen to be attracted to Mon Calamari, not humans." The admiral quipped. "While she's a fine specimen of her species, she doesn't excite me. At all."
The two light cruisers gaped at the admiral.
He laughed. "To be serious, I'm attempting to figure out the puzzle that you girls are. Watching her in the bacta tank is simply a way of paying my respects to her courage facing that Imperial Star Destroyer."
The two Arquitens silently acknowledged his point, content with watching their charge heal, ever so slowly...
Tatooine, Owen Lars' Moisture Farm
0 BBY
"And thus, it is with great sadness that we announce the death of our heir, Lord Vader. Rest assured, people of the Galactic Empire, that we will find the terrorists responsible for this heinous act, and they shall find no mercy from us."
With a snort of disgust, Luke turned off the holo, uninterested in hearing the Emperor's public address. Emperor Palpatine wasn't loved in the Outer Rim, because for all his talk about improving the lives of his citizens, Tatooine had yet to see anything.
Sighing to himself, and the nagging feeling in his gut that something was coming, he ate his breakfast of dubious nutritious value, though it did taste good. Just as he was about to go get more, his aunt called.
"LUKE! COME HERE!"
Groaning, he replied, "COMING AUNT BERU!"
More curious than truly upset, Luke put his dishes and silverware into the sonic washer and headed out towards the farm, where his aunt's demanding yell had come from. What he found was not at all what he expected. There, in front of his shocked aunt lied a heavily wounded girl, muttering something about General Skywalker.
"Luke, I have no idea where she came from, but those wounds don't look like anything I've seen before." His aunt whispered. "You know more than I do about this ever since you started taking those courses for the Imperial Academy."
Luke looked grimly at the girl. "I'll do my best, but I'm only caught up on the required knowledge of an Imperial Officer which isn't much more than what you know Aunt Beru."
His aunt nodded, and with the implied permission, he grabbed the first aid kit from its spot in the house, then rushed back to the girl. He only had a few bacta patches, so he'd have to prioritize.
With deft hands, he removed the scraps of clothing that were in his way, spending a moment placating his aunt that he was only doing it to have easier access to her wounds. As soon as he had the bacta patches on, he began binding the various wounds she had, blushing as he wrapped a bandage around places he wouldn't normally even think of touching.
With his self-appointed task complete, Luke picked the surprisingly heavy girl up, grunting as he did so. His aunt raised her eyebrows. "Taking her to my room. Before you object, I'm just using my bed as a cot. I'll sleep on the couch. I don't exactly have a safe way to take her to Anchorhead, and the clinic there doesn't have a Bacta Tank anyways."
"Okay, Luke." Aunt Beru stated. "You're excused from your share of work today to take care of the girl.
"Thank you, Aunt Beru." Luke replied, marching off towards his room. He had a girl to take care of. Maybe some answers to some questions as well, depending on his luck.
Resolute groaned, shaking her head as she attempted to wake the hell up. Those… bastards had gotten her good, she'd give them that. Blasted Imperials. Beating her unconscious like that, then dumping her in the desert to die. She had no idea why she had manifested in Tatooine, but it joined her small list of places never to visit again. Apparently, "I literally just appeared here!" wasn't a legitimate reason to be in "restricted airspace". Those turbolasers hurt dammit. Especially since she hadn't even raised shields.
Finally gaining some clarity of thought, Resolute struggled to figure out where the heck she was, and why she felt so safe. Oh, and attempt not to start sobbing from the pain. That was important too. Couldn't look weak. Oh, and she was thirsty. Fantastic. She hated having an actual body.
"You're awake." A male voice called, so intensely familiar yet not, "How are you feeling?"
Resolute's eyes widened as she finally beheld who had rescued her. It was like someone had combined General Skywalker and Senator Amidala- Oh. Oh. This had to be their child. Struggling to suppress the tears that were threatening to fall, Resolute attempted to speak, only for her voice to come out hoarse and scratchy. She powered on regardless. She had been asked a question.
"I'm feeling like death warmed over sir." She replied, closing her eyes. "All decks are reporting damage, and although the bacta is helping, it's not going to be enough…"
The Skywalker boy nodded. "I have no idea what you mean by decks, but I just know first aid. You'll have to deal with it healing naturally. Are you okay with that?"
Resolute nodded, before asking a question. "Can I get a drink of water?" She rasped, "I'm completely and utterly parched."
The boy nodded, handing her a glass of water. "Here. Drink slowly, it's all your going to get for now. Water's tight as it is."
Resolute nodded in thanks. The boy was right, based on Anakin's memories. Not that the Jedi Knight had been much help lately, having been knocked out for a while, screaming in pain. He thankfully wasn't anymore, when Resolute had bothered to check on him, but he, Ahsoka, and Yularen were currently requesting that they not be disturbed.
She had agreed, letting them have their privacy. It was only polite, after all, and Negotiator would never let her hear the end of it if she wasn't polite.
A lance of pain shot through her head, and the Venator moaned softly, clutching her poor, abused head.
"Something wrong, miss?" Anakin's likely son asked, a deeply concerned look on his face.
Resolute nodded. She was in too much pain to communicate otherwise.
"I can lend my ear if you'd like?"
Resolute resolutely shook her head. Her problems were her own. That and the boy had gotten her issue partially right, and partially wrong.
"I'll be here if you change your mind. On that note, I should probably let Aunt Beru know that you're awake. I'll be back later, okay?" As the boy left the room, Resolute nodded
"Okay." She whispered, giving nothing of her inner turmoil away.
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Tatooine
Miho Chan
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Tatooine
A Certain Exile's Hut
Negotiator nervously knocked on the door to her General's hut, Obi-Wan shining in the Force through the walls. It was strange, being able to feel the Force, but her new senses hadn't lied to her yet, and she really needed the guidance of her favorite commander. Especially since the General onboard her wanted answers too.
Focus! Negotiator chanted internally, Have to make sure the General doesn't panic!
"Yes? How may this old man help- What in the blazes are you doing out here ma'am?" Her general replied, having opened the door while Negotiator was figuring out what the hell she was doing. "How can I help an officer of the Imperial Navy?"
He's so calm! How does he do it?! Negotiator squeed internally, unknowingly projecting her thoughts to the nearest force-sensitive, namely, Obi-Wan.
"You aren't part of the Imperial Navy, are you." The subject of her admiration stated in his trademarked tone, dry as the sands of Tatooine. "They would have killed you ages ago for being force sensitive."
Negotiator nods rapidly, "I'm Negotiator! Nice to meet you in person General!" she chirped, a happy smile on her face as she embraced the Jedi. "I've been looking for you all day!"
Obi-Wan blinked. Stared at the girl, and blinked again.
"Well, as I'm sure you're aware, I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi. It's a pleasure to meet you, Negotiator."
Negotiator immediately tackled the man in a hug, only for both parties to freeze in place briefly as they came into contact with each other. An eternity seemed to pass as they stared at each other, their presence in the force lighting up for any who could see it. Then, it was over. Moments later, the pair gasped in unison, and hugged each other tighter than they had before, looking at each other with a fondness that neither had ever had before.
"I am sorry that I never truly valued you beyond as a ship my dear." He said morosely. "And I apologize for sacrificing you to-"
Negotiator smiled gently, pushing a finger against his mouth. "No, general. I know. It's fine. You aren't a navy man. Of the Jedi, only a few truly believed in the naval culture, your former Padawan one of the few to do so. Resolute is lucky like that. But I'm content with that state of affairs. You believe in it now, don't you?"
Obi-Wan slowly nodded. "I disagree, frankly. I understand that you're a ship, but all living beings are precious. I will not abide by you sacrificing yourself again."
"But-"
"You. Are. Not. Disposable." Obi-Wan enunciated. "Is that understood Negotiator?"
The beaming, wet smile Negotiator sent Obi-Wan was well worth the crushing hug he received directly afterwards. As was the sobbing from the poor girl. After a good minute of letting the shipgirl cry, Obi-Wan gently pried her off him, turning her to face him.
"Now, I understand we have much to catch up on, but I presume you came here for a purpose?"
Negotiator returned to her utterly chipper self, nodding happily. "Yep!"
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to tell me?"
Negotiator raised her eyebrow in an attempt to mirror her nominal superior's expression. "I was pausing for dramatic effect, general." At Obi-Wan's continued judgemental stare, the Venator pouted, letting out an adorable sound. "Fiiiiine. Both of us appeared on Tatooine, Resolute, and I. I insisted that we search for information because I sensed you. Resolute didn't- She was too distracted by something and took off. That wasn't a good idea." Negotiator looked regretfully at the sky for a moment. "Anyways, Resolute got shot down by a battery of turbolasers, and crashed somewhere nearby. She's probably alive, and regretting her life choices right now."
"Wonderful. I assume that you would like me to help search for her?" Obi-Wan responded, folding his arms. "I would have no issues helping you, Negotiator. And I must train you on how to use the force, at the very least."
Negotiator's beaming smile lit up the sands of Tatooine. "Thank you, general!"
"You said you saw her fall to this area Negotiator?" Obi-Wan said wryly, looking at a rather familiar moisture farm with a fond smile. Negotiator's eyes sharpened briefly before she nodded.
"Mhm! This is the only habited area near where Resolute crashed. What's wrong General? You're looking sad…"
Obi-Wan chuckled sadly. "Memories my dear. Old memories. I presume a version of Anakin is aboard the Resolute, much like I existed in my younger state onboard you?"
Negotiator narrowed her eyes at the pain-longing-pride she sensed in her General. "Did Anakin do something utterly moronic and heroic again?" Her tone was full of exasperation and fondness.
"Yes and no. He fell." Obi-Wan stated, the hurt in his voice evident as he sat down on a nearby box. "I felt his remnants, the Sith Lord Vader, die mere hours ago."
Negotiator gasped. "He fell? Why-" Obi-Wan's expression and feelings immediately made the Venator stop. Her entire posture sagged. "I'm so sorry…"
Obi-Wan chuckled morosely, before patting the box. Taking his offer, Negotiator sat beside her general, leaning into him, offering him what support she knew how to offer.
"No, my dear. I failed him. I will not do so a second time. Not with his children." The fire in Obi-Wan's tone briefly surprised Negotiator before the Venator shook her head. It was just like her General. He might appear calm and unflappable to most, but he truly did care. Shaking her head to refocus, the ship in a girl's body stepped towards the farm, only to catch a burst of panic-alarm-hatred.
"Ressy…" Negotiator whispered, breaking into a dead sprint, Obi-Wan hot on her heels. Without a word said to the two humans she casually brushed past, the famed Venator burst through the door into Resolute's room, knocking a boy down on her way. Obi-Wan followed moments later, only stopping to ensure the boy was okay.
Resolute was a mess. She was drenched in sweat, and crying in agony. The boy, to his credit, ignored the two others in the room as he returned to tending to her, replacing bandages and bacta patches with an intensity that spoke of practice and purpose.
"Negotiator, focus. She's not the one directly suffering. It's what's within her. Reach out- Nevermind, you haven't been trained to use the force. Suffice to say, I can feel the roiling ball of darkness within her. It's quite distracting, really." Obi-Wan's voice cut through her panicked musing like a lightsaber through flesh. Negotiator firmed her resolve, and with a brief bout of focus, sent the younger Obi-Wan, and an attachment of Clone combat medics via shuttle to Resolute.
Obi-Wan the younger raced through the corridors of Resolute, heading directly towards the bridge's medical bay, the clone medics hot on his tail, concern and fear warring for dominance.
"What do you expect we'll find sir?" One of the medics asked.
"My former Padawan is likely suffering from the memories of Vader," Obi-Wan stated. "The memories of a Sith Lord that span more time than he has been a Jedi. I imagine he's having issues confronting them."
The clone medic nodded. "What do you need us to do, sir? We aren't trained for this."
"You're here to ensure that he stays stable while Ahsoka and I attempt to center him. Vader may still be present in spirit."
"Understood, General."
Silence followed them as they entered the turbolift to the bridge. Obi-Wan tapped his foot impatiently, and, as soon as the doors opened, sprinted out, headed towards the medical bay on the bridge.
"General Kenobi, sir!" One of Resolute's clones saluted, "General Skywalker is being contained by Commander Tano and a security team, but they're struggling. What do you want us to do?"
Obi-Wan continued sprinting, "Help me pin him down, and once we do, we're going to stun him. Then Commander Tano and I are going to initiate a Mindwalk, and hopefully recover Anakin from Vader's influence."
"Sir." The clone saluted, "Men, set blasters to stun. Non-lethal options only. We're going to knock some sense into the General!"
They burst into the medbay, and found chaos. Ahsoka was barely holding her own against the flurry of blows that Vader was raining down on her, her expert use of Djem So and the interference of the ARC troopers the only thing truly keeping her in play.
"Quite a mess you've made in here Anakin." Obi-Wan quipped, slipping himself smoothly between a blow intended for Ahsoka and deflecting it with laughable ease. "I do believe Resolute would be most upset with it."
"RAAAAAAA-" The possessed Jedi screamed, only to cut off mid sentence as a flurry of blaster bolts distracted him. Furiously defending against the various groups of Clones now present to contain the Jedi, and the steady attacks from Ahsoka and Obi-Wan, Vader was forced to take step after step back. He shook his head, and before Obi-Wan could react, launched himself at one of the clones and impaled him through the gut, before being hit by a dozen stun bolts.
"Well done Captain Rex." Obi-Wan commented, "Fantastic shot."
"Thank you sir. It wasn't easy." Rex responds, "Now, let's get the General sorted out. I'd like the likable non-insane one back. We also have to take care of our wounded."
Luke sighed in relief when the girl in his bed, Resolute, as Old Ben had called her, stopped sweating and whimpering.
"Whatever you two did worked. Thank you." He stated, wiping the sweat off his brow. "I couldn't do anything to help her once she started sweating and whimpering…"
The other girl, Negotiator, smiled at him. "I'm thankful someone found her and took care of her. Especially since it was you, Luke."
"Indeed. Well done young Luke. You saved this girl." Old Ben added, "Now, I need to go speak to your aunt and uncle about something. It is high time you left this farm. Especially since the Empire is likely to come sniffing."
Luke cocked his eyebrow at that. "What do you mean Old Ben?" The older man froze, then sighed.
"Sit, Luke." He ordered. Luke took a seat. "You are the son of a rather famous Jedi Knight. You are also remarkably powerful in the force and are hosting someone that the Empire dearly would love dead. If you do not want to endanger your family, you must leave this farm. I will say no more on this until I can speak with Beru and Ben."
"We heard, Kenobi." The farmstead's owner interjects. "Luke, the old man is right. It's high time you left the farm. Especially if you being here is going to drag them damn Imps our way."
Luke blinked. "But didn't you want me to stay till the next harvest?"
Uncle Ben nodded. "I did. Unfortunately, the galaxy cares little for the wants or needs of this old moisture farmer. Now, Luke, Old Ben is a trusted friend of your father. He'll teach you the ways of the Jedi, and more than likely take you to this… rebellion I've been hearing about. Am I right Kenobi?"
"You'd be correct, yes. Though we'd have to wait for Resolute to recover a bit before-"
"I'll be fine General Kenobi… I should be operational in the next hour. General Skywalker is… regretful, and they've managed to lock away Vader's memories for now, though they'll slowly trickle in." The girl in bed whispered. "I don't want to hold you back…"
Negotiator was at her sister ship's side in microseconds. "Shhhh Ressy. You were hit bad by those TIE fighters and bombers. Especially since you were unshielded at the time."
Resolute rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine soon Negotiator. Thanks for worrying though…"
"No problem. What are sisters for?" Negotiator stated, sitting on the bed and petting her sister's hair.
"Regardless," Obi-Wan continued, "We'll leave here as soon as Resolute recovers. Pack your things Luke."
The farmboy nodded. "I'll be back then. I also expect a rather long talk on who my father was, please. I've wanted to know forever…"
"You'll get it, Luke. Probably from an echo of him." Old Ben stated, quite amused. "Resolute, I'll be back as well. Negotiator, keep an eye on her please."
"Of course General." His ship stated, "I'm not leaving her side anytime soon."