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- Isekai'd to this shitty world we're live in
Doubt it. The story would have to come back alive first before anything will or could happen.
Using The Force Made Easy
- Thread starter Fencer
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Wow really feeling the love there. I'm halfway through an update for something else, I've got an snippet that won't leave me alone started, and I just bounced my basic outline for the next chapter of this off of functionality last week.
I'm ridiculously ADD, my update schedule isn't even really a schedule and I'm not proud of that, but it is what it is.
Well know that you are back here...will Palpy McScrotumface send a spokesman (or a video of himself) to him to speak upon for the Darkside?
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Certainly not any time soon. He might try something a bit more subtle once the videos have had more time to circulate as a way to grab any dark side hopefuls for his own plans but that won't be until he has Ventress ready for her role as instructor/den mother/disciplinarian
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- United States
On a seperate note. While I get it was to show his evilness in the movies, why did Palpatine turn from a healthy old man into a giant scrotum? I remember it was damn near instant in the film.
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
The reflected Force Lightning made him stop maintaining the illusion that made him look nice, perhaps.
It was never said for sure, but I agree with the above. The dark side marks those who use it extensively, and Sidious is a super hardcore well of hate for everything. Ergo it was probably likely he was using illusions to cover up the effects on his body and continue the nice old man charade. He dropped it both because he didn't need the disguise anymore and for sympathy points by playing up the attack on himself by the jedi.
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- Russia
Another possibility is that it was literally the first time he ever used Force Lightning and so he literally burnt himself out by accident due to inexperience, which would be kind of funny, if probably implausible.
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- Isekai'd to this shitty world we're live in
Don't know why you took my comment like that, but ok. You do you. And... I wanted to comment on how not getting new chapters for 4 months is usually a sign of the story being canned, if there was no announcement of hiatus, but then I looked up, and noticed you post around 2 chapters a year, so I guess I was too hasty in my assessment. Sorry.
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Palpatine used force lightning to kill his master tho. Im going with him just stopping the charade of being a kindly old man
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- CT
It's probably because his office fight was the first time he really let himself go. Before, his every use of the dark side was done with an eye for stealth, but between unleashing himself, the the sheer high he got off of order 66, (even in prescient anticipation) he overwhelmed himself.
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- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
Windu was apparently reflecting a lot of it back at Sidious too.
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Okay chewie version possibly confirmed as a future team member.
then we have The Captain, The Hermit, The Clueless Apprentice, The Rebel Girl and possible furry companion
Ch. 18
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AN: OK! I really am done with Elden Ring this time. (sound of smashing x box.) I'm about as caught up on my reading as I ever get, and Functionality, my ever awesome beta who you should offer praise and thanks, has permission to start poking me if my ADD gets the better of me and I go radio silent. I mean everyone has always had permission, I'm just prone to being a sarcastic shit most of the time for things like that. Functionality has earned sarcastic shit immunity. Now if I can just get the damn rabid plot bunnies to stop biting. Night Vale and Pokémon are both begging for some attention lately and its aggravating crap out of me because I've never written for either fandom before! Damn it muse, stop doing this to me!
{}{}{}{} POV: John. Location: Bar
Raising my glass, I grinned at my crew.
"Cheers, to finished upgrades, and getting back to work!"
"To seeing more of the galaxy, and learning more about the Force!" Delia chirped as she raised her own glass.
"To another week of not needing to write papers on politics or diplomacy because I'm technically on a mission!" Anakin cheered.
Obi-Wan declined to contribute to our toast, but did clink his glass against ours with a rueful smile.
I took a sip of my beer and glanced around the cantina, for what had to be the tenth time since we'd walked in and been seated. The Force was prickling at the back of my senses. Distant danger, getting closer. Something a step removed. A chance to do something positive in someone's life. All of those, or maybe none. Like sharpened nails grazing me. Even if we weren't set to leave tomorrow, I wouldn't be getting drunk with that playing across the back of my mind.
It didn't feel hostile. It wasn't violent. I didn't think I needed to be anywhere but right here in this seat. It was just something nipping at my heels until whatever or whoever I was waiting on turned up.
"Next stop, Mid Rim world Warlentta!" Delia cheered. "I've never heard of it before! Is that a good sign or a bad one?"
I snorted.
"Neither. Some spacers like to keep track of all the different worlds they've visited, but honestly if you take small jobs like we do you'll bounce around to so many small out of the way places that it isn't even worth trying. You'll have an easier time getting a feel for the place after you land than you will dredging the net most of the time. Then again, I'm no slicer so maybe you'll find better sources than I tend to."
Delia hummed distractedly as her fingers blitzed across her data pad. Guess she took that as a challenge.
Honestly all I needed to know was what route through the hyperspace lanes to take, what I was delivering, and what if any kind of alcohol the locals were known for so I could try and rebuild the diversity of my side hustle. Corellian Brandy was sought after the galaxy over and would sell anywhere, but it was too damn pricey to ever sell more than a case or two at a time. At least for most small places picking it up as a surprise expense.
Apparently, our next stop was known for a mild grain alcohol. The selling point was apparently just how smooth it was and its mild sweetness.
"Excuse me?"
I almost missed the timid voice under the noise of the bar and the sudden hair razing sensation of the Force telling me to pay attention.
Turning I found a young woman, human with long brown hair and dark eyes, in what had to be an overly warm sweater and tight fitting pants. She was clutching her purse in a death grip, and had a duffle bag slung across her back.
"Can we help you…"
"Kira. I, you are spacers right?"
"Yeah, John Kesel." I offered her my hand. "Captain of the Arcane Knowledge."
"Do you take passengers?" Kira asked, fidgeting from foot to foot as she shook my hand.
"Yes, sometimes." I gestured for her to join us.
She hesitated before pulling a chair from an empty table over to sit at the end of our booth.
"We've already got a full load of cargo." I started off.
The lower and upper holds would be packed full and half of the remaining hold on the main deck as well. Brandy cases took up more than a quarter of the remainder. Even if that left enough space for a cot, I wasn't putting a passenger in with my cargo. Something could get damaged, or they could drink some of my new stock
"But we do have a couch. Or if Delia's willing to trust you around her stuff, there's a spare bunk in her room."
Kira seemed a bit hopeful, and Delia looked very dubious about having a sudden roommate.
"I'm assuming you only want passage for yourself? We could technically fit two passengers, but honestly that would be cramped for all of us. What's your destination? With a delivery to make I can't divert, but if we're just dropping you off on our way that should be doable."
"Anywhere is fine. The farther from Corellia the better." Kira said firmly. The prodding from the Force picked up a notch. If I could, I'd have told it to piss off, because no shit. Not having a destination and just wanting to get far away was a warning sign. Blatant as a drawn blaster.
"I," Kira hesitated and rubbed at her arm. "I'm not, I don't have much money. But I can't stay here. I'll do anything-"
I held up a hand and tried not to taste bile. Fuck the Force for putting me in uncomfortable situations like this.
"I will help you get out of here." I said very firmly.
"Captain…" Obi-Wan's voice was filled with a subtle warning and I glared at the man.
"John?" Delia half asked with a nervous look to Obi-Wan. Not like she believed what he'd just implied. More like the thought had been aired and she just needed to be sure.
That actually hurt more, but she'd known me for less than a month and couldn't feel the Force reliably yet. Never mind picking up on an individual's emotions in the middle of a crowded bar. She couldn't feel my intentions even if she should be able to see my reaction plainly on my face.
"I am not going to take advantage of someone who's desperate and needs help." I continued to glare. Obi-Wan settled back with a nod, the ass. And Delia let out a relieved breath.
Did he really think so little of me, or was that just him needing to be sure, or… fuck it. Not important right now, probably just dark side bias. And even if it wasn't he wasn't the one who needed to be reassured right now.
"I've got a few friends who can help with this, specifically on this planet. Which makes you incredibly lucky." Damn meddling Force. "But I need to know exactly how much trouble you're in and how dangerous it's going to be for me and my crew to get you out. One extra mouth to feed isn't much of an expense, and if it'll make you feel better you can see about teaching that one," I jerked my thumb at Obi-Wan, "how to make food with flavor. Or just hit him with a hydro spanner every few hours. Honestly, I'd pay you if you do."
Given what he'd implied? I really would pay her if she managed to smack him one.
Kira practically crumbled with relief and the Force seemed to press in like a warm blanket. Yes, I was doing the right thing. Yes, I was glad to help someone out. But damn it all, I did not need head pats from the cosmic energy field! The sensation persisted a few moments longer as the Force failed to acknowledge my exasperation.
"I just need to get out of the system. My fiancée… I didn't know, I never knew, he said he was an accountant. Insisted it was boring work and never wanted to talk about it beyond someone being an idiot and making more work for him, or that he had an easy day."
She played nervously with a loose thread on her sweater sleeve not looking at anyone.
"He, I don't know what he really does. I just, I was home early and he was trying to get blood stains out of his shirt…"
No one said anything. We just gave her time.
"He's part of a syndicate. I don't even know which syndicate because there are a few in-system, and he's not telling me anything. I don't know how all this works but I don't think protective custody is a thing people without information can get, and…" she seemed to shrink inward, "he says I'm not allowed to leave him."
I worked my jaw for a second as Delia reached out to give the woman's hand a reassuring squeeze. Getting angry and promising to hurt the man wouldn't do Kira any good. Following through on that would make me a target for whatever group he was a part of, and leave me in a very lousy situation with law enforcement. I could not afford legal problems given how many enemies I was doubtless making that would jump on any opening. So, I needed to bite back the first three things I wanted to say and settle for something more space faring rogue, and less angry person with a blaster.
"Well, I've been ignoring what people tell me I'm allowed to do for a while now. So, I'd say you came to the right person." I said. "I've got no trouble taking you with us. Like I said, one more mouth to feed won't cost me that much. The trick here is just how high up your ex is, and what kind of pull or surveillance that might give him. As soon as we enter hyperspace we're clear. But if they stop us before then, maybe accuse me of abducting you…"
That could turn ugly fast. Any system worth a damn took the abduction of its citizens seriously. Yeah, I had a jedi knight in my back pocket to vouch for our intentions, but Corellia. They had their own jedi so coasting on Obi-Wan's reputation isn't a guarantee. And if they separated us while sorting things out and she vanished…
They could accuse me of abduction even after we entered hyper space, but at that point I could clear things up almost at my leisure without worrying about my passenger.
Letting Delia handle the whole emotional reassurance thing, I decided to be useful and call the people who could smooth out this bullshit for me.
"John, why is answering your call giving me a sense of foreboding?" Kalle asked immediately.
"Pattern recognition?" I offered, only half kidding. "If it's any consolation, I don't think this will be anything too bad. Got someone trying to escape a relationship that's looking to turn abusive, or at least controlling. Possible organized crime connection. I just need a little local legal backing to make sure we get out without complications, without risking this getting back to the fiancé in question."
Kalle groaned.
"Well at least it won't be too much paperwork. Give me the details, and I'll see what Corrina and I can organize on our end. Think you can secret her around?"
"I'll send Anakin for one of Obi-Wan's robes. That should get us out the door, a nice little shell game through the city for a few hours? Then we slide her onboard during the loading process tomorrow? I'm not getting any big warning flares from the Force. I'm thinking we play this safe, but not paranoid."
"Right, give us an hour to get the bureaucracy sorted and we'll help shuffle them around. We'll need to talk with her and confirm things, now the details?"
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"Arcane Knowledge, you are clear for liftoff, and to leave the system."
"Thank you Corellia system control, Arcane Knowledge out." I responded and flipped off the transmitter.
Easing the ship out of atmosphere and then the gravity well was as routine as it could get, as was the jump to lightspeed. I took a few minutes to run final checks after making the jump before setting the ship to alert us if anything came up and joining the others in our now expanded mess. Which still came up short one seat because of our unexpected passenger.
"Well, I am happy to report we've made the jump to lightspeed, and our recent modifications don't seem to have gotten any wires crossed, so we are good. I'm honestly relieved. This has been one of the calmer rescues or extractions I've been part of." I announced as I moved to pour myself a glass of water.
"Wait," Delia looked at me sharply, "this isn't the first time you've done something like this?"
"Told you the Force makes us trouble magnets." I responded before downing half my glass and leaning against the counter to face the group. "The whole organized crime angle is a new one by me, but someone trying to escape a bad relationship with whatever savings they've got and a duffle bag isn't exactly a first. Once I had to kick an angry spouse off my old captain's boarding ramp so we could take off. There was another time this poor bastard's abusive wife caught up with their runaway spouse before my old crew made it back to the ship and she pulled a blaster. Probably done something like this a dozen or so times over the years."
Kira fidgeted a bit in her seat looking like she wasn't sure how to take the revelation that I'd done this before.
"What other kinds of trouble have you run into?" Anakin asked.
"Oh jeez; angry local Force users, pirates a couple times, a slave raid once, people getting cute and trying to use me to smuggle something without telling me happens more often than I'd like. People not liking me turning down their pitch for me to smuggle something for them, the trade federation trying to push out or coopt small freighters like mine, people being sore losers when I win bar bets isn't usually too bad, but it happens fairly often. Sometimes isolationist species take offense to a human being on their planet, even if I am delivering goods they need. And of course, criminals finding out I can use the Force and deciding to jump the "jedi" before I can jump them."
I shook my head.
"I try to stay out of trouble, or I did before I started releasing my videos, but it doesn't matter. Trouble finds me when it wants to. Some of that's just rubbing people wrong for reasons. Some of that's even my fault, but stuff like this?" I shrugged. "There is a problem, and I can help, and the Force knows it."
"… You said," Kira hesitated but then pushed on, "you said anyone can learn to feel the Force?"
"You really can." Delia jumped in.
"It's not quick or easy, but yeah. You want to learn?" I asked.
"Would the Force have warned me that Linon was trouble?" Kira asked.
"That's trickier." I answered slowly. "It probably would have given an impression of distant danger if he personally wasn't a threat to you. But that could mean a lot of things. Just by virtue of being known as a Force user outside the order I have people that would want to capture me, so I might give an impression of distant danger. If what he does in the organization tends to be violent you might have gotten an impression from the Force that would make you uneasy. Or it might have anyway considering he was the sort of scumbag to try and force you to stay. It's not super straightforward, but it's something."
Kira nodded decisively.
"Then I want to learn. I'm not, I think I'm going to have trouble trusting again after this. I want to know next time I decide to let someone in if they're worth it or not. Would you teach me?"
"I can get you started." I shrugged. "Once we drop you off it'll be up to you to keep practicing and follow along with any new videos, but that'll just put you on a level playing field with the rest of the Galaxy."
"Thank you."
For the first time since we'd met her, Kira smiled. It was good to see some signs that she was bouncing back so quickly.
{}{}{}{} POV: John. Location: Bar
Raising my glass, I grinned at my crew.
"Cheers, to finished upgrades, and getting back to work!"
"To seeing more of the galaxy, and learning more about the Force!" Delia chirped as she raised her own glass.
"To another week of not needing to write papers on politics or diplomacy because I'm technically on a mission!" Anakin cheered.
Obi-Wan declined to contribute to our toast, but did clink his glass against ours with a rueful smile.
I took a sip of my beer and glanced around the cantina, for what had to be the tenth time since we'd walked in and been seated. The Force was prickling at the back of my senses. Distant danger, getting closer. Something a step removed. A chance to do something positive in someone's life. All of those, or maybe none. Like sharpened nails grazing me. Even if we weren't set to leave tomorrow, I wouldn't be getting drunk with that playing across the back of my mind.
It didn't feel hostile. It wasn't violent. I didn't think I needed to be anywhere but right here in this seat. It was just something nipping at my heels until whatever or whoever I was waiting on turned up.
"Next stop, Mid Rim world Warlentta!" Delia cheered. "I've never heard of it before! Is that a good sign or a bad one?"
I snorted.
"Neither. Some spacers like to keep track of all the different worlds they've visited, but honestly if you take small jobs like we do you'll bounce around to so many small out of the way places that it isn't even worth trying. You'll have an easier time getting a feel for the place after you land than you will dredging the net most of the time. Then again, I'm no slicer so maybe you'll find better sources than I tend to."
Delia hummed distractedly as her fingers blitzed across her data pad. Guess she took that as a challenge.
Honestly all I needed to know was what route through the hyperspace lanes to take, what I was delivering, and what if any kind of alcohol the locals were known for so I could try and rebuild the diversity of my side hustle. Corellian Brandy was sought after the galaxy over and would sell anywhere, but it was too damn pricey to ever sell more than a case or two at a time. At least for most small places picking it up as a surprise expense.
Apparently, our next stop was known for a mild grain alcohol. The selling point was apparently just how smooth it was and its mild sweetness.
"Excuse me?"
I almost missed the timid voice under the noise of the bar and the sudden hair razing sensation of the Force telling me to pay attention.
Turning I found a young woman, human with long brown hair and dark eyes, in what had to be an overly warm sweater and tight fitting pants. She was clutching her purse in a death grip, and had a duffle bag slung across her back.
"Can we help you…"
"Kira. I, you are spacers right?"
"Yeah, John Kesel." I offered her my hand. "Captain of the Arcane Knowledge."
"Do you take passengers?" Kira asked, fidgeting from foot to foot as she shook my hand.
"Yes, sometimes." I gestured for her to join us.
She hesitated before pulling a chair from an empty table over to sit at the end of our booth.
"We've already got a full load of cargo." I started off.
The lower and upper holds would be packed full and half of the remaining hold on the main deck as well. Brandy cases took up more than a quarter of the remainder. Even if that left enough space for a cot, I wasn't putting a passenger in with my cargo. Something could get damaged, or they could drink some of my new stock
"But we do have a couch. Or if Delia's willing to trust you around her stuff, there's a spare bunk in her room."
Kira seemed a bit hopeful, and Delia looked very dubious about having a sudden roommate.
"I'm assuming you only want passage for yourself? We could technically fit two passengers, but honestly that would be cramped for all of us. What's your destination? With a delivery to make I can't divert, but if we're just dropping you off on our way that should be doable."
"Anywhere is fine. The farther from Corellia the better." Kira said firmly. The prodding from the Force picked up a notch. If I could, I'd have told it to piss off, because no shit. Not having a destination and just wanting to get far away was a warning sign. Blatant as a drawn blaster.
"I," Kira hesitated and rubbed at her arm. "I'm not, I don't have much money. But I can't stay here. I'll do anything-"
I held up a hand and tried not to taste bile. Fuck the Force for putting me in uncomfortable situations like this.
"I will help you get out of here." I said very firmly.
"Captain…" Obi-Wan's voice was filled with a subtle warning and I glared at the man.
"John?" Delia half asked with a nervous look to Obi-Wan. Not like she believed what he'd just implied. More like the thought had been aired and she just needed to be sure.
That actually hurt more, but she'd known me for less than a month and couldn't feel the Force reliably yet. Never mind picking up on an individual's emotions in the middle of a crowded bar. She couldn't feel my intentions even if she should be able to see my reaction plainly on my face.
"I am not going to take advantage of someone who's desperate and needs help." I continued to glare. Obi-Wan settled back with a nod, the ass. And Delia let out a relieved breath.
Did he really think so little of me, or was that just him needing to be sure, or… fuck it. Not important right now, probably just dark side bias. And even if it wasn't he wasn't the one who needed to be reassured right now.
"I've got a few friends who can help with this, specifically on this planet. Which makes you incredibly lucky." Damn meddling Force. "But I need to know exactly how much trouble you're in and how dangerous it's going to be for me and my crew to get you out. One extra mouth to feed isn't much of an expense, and if it'll make you feel better you can see about teaching that one," I jerked my thumb at Obi-Wan, "how to make food with flavor. Or just hit him with a hydro spanner every few hours. Honestly, I'd pay you if you do."
Given what he'd implied? I really would pay her if she managed to smack him one.
Kira practically crumbled with relief and the Force seemed to press in like a warm blanket. Yes, I was doing the right thing. Yes, I was glad to help someone out. But damn it all, I did not need head pats from the cosmic energy field! The sensation persisted a few moments longer as the Force failed to acknowledge my exasperation.
"I just need to get out of the system. My fiancée… I didn't know, I never knew, he said he was an accountant. Insisted it was boring work and never wanted to talk about it beyond someone being an idiot and making more work for him, or that he had an easy day."
She played nervously with a loose thread on her sweater sleeve not looking at anyone.
"He, I don't know what he really does. I just, I was home early and he was trying to get blood stains out of his shirt…"
No one said anything. We just gave her time.
"He's part of a syndicate. I don't even know which syndicate because there are a few in-system, and he's not telling me anything. I don't know how all this works but I don't think protective custody is a thing people without information can get, and…" she seemed to shrink inward, "he says I'm not allowed to leave him."
I worked my jaw for a second as Delia reached out to give the woman's hand a reassuring squeeze. Getting angry and promising to hurt the man wouldn't do Kira any good. Following through on that would make me a target for whatever group he was a part of, and leave me in a very lousy situation with law enforcement. I could not afford legal problems given how many enemies I was doubtless making that would jump on any opening. So, I needed to bite back the first three things I wanted to say and settle for something more space faring rogue, and less angry person with a blaster.
"Well, I've been ignoring what people tell me I'm allowed to do for a while now. So, I'd say you came to the right person." I said. "I've got no trouble taking you with us. Like I said, one more mouth to feed won't cost me that much. The trick here is just how high up your ex is, and what kind of pull or surveillance that might give him. As soon as we enter hyperspace we're clear. But if they stop us before then, maybe accuse me of abducting you…"
That could turn ugly fast. Any system worth a damn took the abduction of its citizens seriously. Yeah, I had a jedi knight in my back pocket to vouch for our intentions, but Corellia. They had their own jedi so coasting on Obi-Wan's reputation isn't a guarantee. And if they separated us while sorting things out and she vanished…
They could accuse me of abduction even after we entered hyper space, but at that point I could clear things up almost at my leisure without worrying about my passenger.
Letting Delia handle the whole emotional reassurance thing, I decided to be useful and call the people who could smooth out this bullshit for me.
"John, why is answering your call giving me a sense of foreboding?" Kalle asked immediately.
"Pattern recognition?" I offered, only half kidding. "If it's any consolation, I don't think this will be anything too bad. Got someone trying to escape a relationship that's looking to turn abusive, or at least controlling. Possible organized crime connection. I just need a little local legal backing to make sure we get out without complications, without risking this getting back to the fiancé in question."
Kalle groaned.
"Well at least it won't be too much paperwork. Give me the details, and I'll see what Corrina and I can organize on our end. Think you can secret her around?"
"I'll send Anakin for one of Obi-Wan's robes. That should get us out the door, a nice little shell game through the city for a few hours? Then we slide her onboard during the loading process tomorrow? I'm not getting any big warning flares from the Force. I'm thinking we play this safe, but not paranoid."
"Right, give us an hour to get the bureaucracy sorted and we'll help shuffle them around. We'll need to talk with her and confirm things, now the details?"
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"Arcane Knowledge, you are clear for liftoff, and to leave the system."
"Thank you Corellia system control, Arcane Knowledge out." I responded and flipped off the transmitter.
Easing the ship out of atmosphere and then the gravity well was as routine as it could get, as was the jump to lightspeed. I took a few minutes to run final checks after making the jump before setting the ship to alert us if anything came up and joining the others in our now expanded mess. Which still came up short one seat because of our unexpected passenger.
"Well, I am happy to report we've made the jump to lightspeed, and our recent modifications don't seem to have gotten any wires crossed, so we are good. I'm honestly relieved. This has been one of the calmer rescues or extractions I've been part of." I announced as I moved to pour myself a glass of water.
"Wait," Delia looked at me sharply, "this isn't the first time you've done something like this?"
"Told you the Force makes us trouble magnets." I responded before downing half my glass and leaning against the counter to face the group. "The whole organized crime angle is a new one by me, but someone trying to escape a bad relationship with whatever savings they've got and a duffle bag isn't exactly a first. Once I had to kick an angry spouse off my old captain's boarding ramp so we could take off. There was another time this poor bastard's abusive wife caught up with their runaway spouse before my old crew made it back to the ship and she pulled a blaster. Probably done something like this a dozen or so times over the years."
Kira fidgeted a bit in her seat looking like she wasn't sure how to take the revelation that I'd done this before.
"What other kinds of trouble have you run into?" Anakin asked.
"Oh jeez; angry local Force users, pirates a couple times, a slave raid once, people getting cute and trying to use me to smuggle something without telling me happens more often than I'd like. People not liking me turning down their pitch for me to smuggle something for them, the trade federation trying to push out or coopt small freighters like mine, people being sore losers when I win bar bets isn't usually too bad, but it happens fairly often. Sometimes isolationist species take offense to a human being on their planet, even if I am delivering goods they need. And of course, criminals finding out I can use the Force and deciding to jump the "jedi" before I can jump them."
I shook my head.
"I try to stay out of trouble, or I did before I started releasing my videos, but it doesn't matter. Trouble finds me when it wants to. Some of that's just rubbing people wrong for reasons. Some of that's even my fault, but stuff like this?" I shrugged. "There is a problem, and I can help, and the Force knows it."
"… You said," Kira hesitated but then pushed on, "you said anyone can learn to feel the Force?"
"You really can." Delia jumped in.
"It's not quick or easy, but yeah. You want to learn?" I asked.
"Would the Force have warned me that Linon was trouble?" Kira asked.
"That's trickier." I answered slowly. "It probably would have given an impression of distant danger if he personally wasn't a threat to you. But that could mean a lot of things. Just by virtue of being known as a Force user outside the order I have people that would want to capture me, so I might give an impression of distant danger. If what he does in the organization tends to be violent you might have gotten an impression from the Force that would make you uneasy. Or it might have anyway considering he was the sort of scumbag to try and force you to stay. It's not super straightforward, but it's something."
Kira nodded decisively.
"Then I want to learn. I'm not, I think I'm going to have trouble trusting again after this. I want to know next time I decide to let someone in if they're worth it or not. Would you teach me?"
"I can get you started." I shrugged. "Once we drop you off it'll be up to you to keep practicing and follow along with any new videos, but that'll just put you on a level playing field with the rest of the Galaxy."
"Thank you."
For the first time since we'd met her, Kira smiled. It was good to see some signs that she was bouncing back so quickly.
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This was nice and wholesome.
Just what I need after a day like I've had today.
Just what I need after a day like I've had today.
TriviaFreak
Time of reluctance.
Was Kira mother of Qi'ra, from "Solo"?
Fencer
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I got the name from random name generator, star wars edition. So no.
TriviaFreak
Time of reluctance.
Aww. That's disappointing.
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Anakin could stand to learn more about fraud, embezzlement, insider trading and tax fraud
Boo! Hiss! Disney!
Fencer
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*annoyed stare* I picked it from a list of planets on the star wars wiki almost entirely at random. All that was listed about it has human inhabitants and that it's in the mid rim. That is literally the extent of my knowledge of the place. What if any relevance does it have?
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8 chapters from now.
Kira becomes a Killer.
And a Dark Side Addict.
And starts Lizzie Bordening.
Using an Axe.
Giving 40 whacks.
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Just it's classification on Wookiepedia also it's association with any character from the Palpatine Incoherence laughably known as the "sequel trilogy".