‘The war master of the Jedi Order’ - RoosjeM - Star Wars (2024)

Chapter 1: Quiet Observations

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Chapter 1; Quiet Observations

The Force roared, moving the coarse sand of the surface of the desert.

Twin suns, now almost beyond the horizon, left long shadows in the dunes caused by the canyons nearby. The sky was completely clear– it would be an icy cold night. Stars decorated the evening purples as the planet went to sleep.

There was no creature nearby, who would risk being outside during nightfall.

Deep in the Dune Sea in a dark and untouched cavern, the Force circled, gathering and forming from invisible energy into a physical form.

A humanoid male in his early thirties, clad in armour and accompanied with two lightsabers. The physical form lay lifelessly. Then the Force rushed over the man and life appeared in the man.

First breathing raggedly, then moving slightly before deep blue eyes popped open and the man gasped for air.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan ‘Ben’ Kenobi woke up after dying.

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It was a regular day on the surface of Coruscant.

Or at least, it had been until a figure climbed the tall steps of the Jedi Temple with little trouble.

His Force Presence was noted by those near him– those that had an affinity with the Force at least. Sadness, grief and pain lingered around him as if he carried the weight of the Galaxy along with him.

Perhaps he did.

As unassuming as the man looked, the Temple Guards tensed once the figure reached the top of the stairs. A cloaked figure– not Jedi robes but a deep blue cloak– stopped at the top of the stairs and looked up at the Temple.

His blue eyes gleamed oddly, waves of relief and the slight hint of hope joined the infinite sadness around the figure. It was as if the figure had been unable to breathe until they had seen the Temple with their own eyes.

Jedi Knight Feemor– the Temple Guard on duty that day– had the opportunity to see this man before he entered the place. He had carefully observed the figure.

A humanoid male. Faded copper hair– some white hairs too where stress seemed to have taken its toll– appeared from just below the drawn hood as the man looked up. Lines on his serene face betrayed his weariness but between his well kept hair and his trimmed beard it was hardly of note. His eyes were a piercing blue colour, eyes that looked older than the man himself, eyes that betrayed his experience, his knowledge and his pain.

Below the dark blue fabric of the cloak seemed to be armour, white with copper-orange paint but Feemor was unable to see what symbols the man wore.

The figure carried nothing but a shiny cylinder that was easily identifiable as a Lightsaber.

What stopped Feemor from interfering as the man made for the impossibly tall doors of the Temple’s entrance hall was the Force.

The Force sang as the man took a step forward.

An emotional and sad song that was laced in sadness and grief but was also hopeful and alive. The Force harmonised with each step the man took. The closer he got to the doors, the louder and more intense the song became– the more Feemor could hear beats as if a large amount of people were marching.

The enigma moved to the doors and stretched his hand out to touch the solid doors. Then he pushed them open and vanished into the Temple Halls.

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It was hard to believe that the Temple had ever been this peaceful– this quiet.

No Masters and Padawans running around to prepare for their next mission, no healers moving room to room to treat injured, no soldiers silently coming to terms with the fact that their next mission might just be their last. No Master’s fearing losing their Padawan.

No bodies lined the halls.

What was even harder to deal with was the fact that Ben had forgotten how quiet and serene the Temple used to be.

Obi-Wan Kenobi. High General of the GAR, Negotiator, Jedi Master, The youngest Master to sit amongst the Council in recent history.

Petty titles that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.

He changed nothing as a councillor, he stood by and watched his men die, he stood by as his Padawan Fell, he failed.

Why the Force decided to send Ben back, he had no idea. There were other Jedi– other good people– more deserving of living, more deserving of redemption than he ever could be. Yet here he was.

When Ben became one with the Force, he had been at peace– he had learned to live with his pain and his infinite sadness and was able to complete his last trial. Now he was back in a body– back at the start of his prime years but with all the experience and scars of his former life.

With nothing but his lightsaber, a set of clone trooper armour and a cloak to his name Ben travelled all the way from Tatooine of all places.

Tatooine, the planet he had made his primary place of residence for many years– he had slept in that cave more than he ever had in the Temple– a sad reality.

Ben had pondered on leaving the armour behind, the beskar’gam the Vod’e had created for him but he hardly got the chance to wear. He had not seen it since the morning of that fateful day that the Clones turned against the Jedi, Ben had never blamed them for that even if it hurt his soul.

Still, there had to have been a good reason for the set being with him when he appeared decades in the past so he brought it with him.

The other thing the Force had granted him was his Lightsaber, it was the last design he used in combat and in his opinion not up to par to keep up with Ben in his prime but that could be resolved on a later date.

Ben had been unwilling to believe that he was back, no matter how much evidence he had seen it felt unreal.

That was until his hands touched the large doors leading into the main Temple Hall.

That was until he felt the life and serenity of the Temple wash over him, greeting him like an old friend.

The Force wrapped around him as Ben crossed the threshold and closed his eyes as his senses were overwhelmed by the sense of peace-safe-home. Home. He had not described the Jedi Temple as ‘Home’ since before the Clone Wars.

Aware that his presence had already been announced to those with a strong adherence to the Living Force, Ben kept his normal pace.

Admittedly, it was a quick one compared to that of the average being. Ben always blamed his experience in war for it, he had been a fast walker ever since Melida/Daan and it had annoyed a lot of others up until the Clones Wars– at that point everyone sped-walked to where they needed to be.

A second was all it took to lose a battle, they had learned that the hard way many times over.

Walking through the Halls of his home, Ben couldn’t help but remember the bodies. His mind imagined them there– as if he was stuck in a vision of the past. Not unheard of since Ben was strong in the Unifying Force since he had been a Padawan.

Eyes followed him as Ben marched through the Temple, taking in the sights of his home and wandering wherever the Force wished him to go. The Temple was here, its inhabitants alive and unharmed.

No war had touched this version of his home.

Ignoring the curious stares, Ben headed straight for the High Council Chamber. He had to announce his presence to the Masters on the Council after all. It was only in good taste to let them know Ben existed and was in need of lodging.

Ben was here with a purpose. He was here to prepare the Jedi as a whole. He was here to right the mistakes the Jedi made in an effort of bettering the future of his people. He was here because that is what the Force asked of him.

Because as the old saying goes;

If you want peace, prepare for War.

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Ben had forgotten how young Depa Biliba was when she got the position as the Council’s secretary. She was Knighted to his knowledge but as his eyes landed on the girl Ben couldn’t help but blink at the lack of stress lines on her face.

He did not go unnoticed either because Biliba looked up the moment Ben stepped out of the elevator.

“Hello?”

“Hello there.” Ben’s voice surprised him. He hadn’t used it up until this point. He sounded rough at best. Clearing his throat, Ben approached Knight Biliba’s desk. “I am here to report to the Council.”

Depa blinked, “I am sorry– I don’t think you were scheduled for– nevermind, what name can I give them? Or perhaps a mission case number?”

“I am one of the Lost. I have seen and lived in Shadows and I am here to bring news to this Council.” Ben replied, knowing the words would be enough for the Council to know Ben was not just some nutcase that managed to get past the Temple Guards. “My name is Ben Naasade.”

The chances of a little Obi-Wan Kenobi running around were too large. It would become confusing really quickly if Ben attempted to claim his old title.

It must be the first time Depa dealt with something so odd but to her credit she did not let it mess with her duty. Depa left her post and headed for the doors to the Council Chamber. Ben knew better than to let it fool him.

The Council was not busy– oh to be a Councillor in times of peace– it must be so boring.

Patiently, Ben moved to the window and peered out of it. Coruscant had been his home planet for a long time and yet Ben couldn’t help but despise it. It was loud, too light and overcrowded. The Temple was truly a sanctuary in the metal jungle that was Coruscant.

They kept Ben waiting for ten minutes but Ben had learned patience long ago. He would wait for eternity if that is what it took.

“Master Naasade,” Depa called from the doors, “The Council will see you now.”

“Thank you, Knight Biliba.” Ben moved away from the window and past the girl who looked shocked but again made no comment.

It was interesting that she called him a Master– Ben was of course just that but he figured that she couldn’t differentiate between a Knight and a Master quite yet– it took practice to be able to feel the difference in the Force.

Entering the Council Chamber, Ben was greeted by the Council that he recognised to be the same as it had been in his Initiate days.

Yoda sat in the middle, still the Master of the Order at this point in time.

Next to him sat Mace Windu, Ben had forgotten what the man looked like when he wasn’t actively frowning but that familiar frown appeared the moment the Jedi’s eyes landed on Ben.

On Mace’s right sat the Councillor Ben had never actually met in his former lifetime, Sifo-Dyas.

On Yoda’s otherside sat Jocasta Nu, the feared but respected Archivist.

Yaddle sat beside her, the Master of the Shadows as unassuming as all the other Councillors but her eyes were focussed on Ben with an intensity they never had before. She understood the message Ben had weaved into the information he had given Depa.

Plo Koon was seated next to Yaddle and also seemed more than interested in Ben. A former Shadow-Seeker turned Diplomat himself, Plo knew about the underlying meaning in Ben’s words as well.

Ben marched to the middle of the Council Chamber and patiently waited to be called upon. It was polite to let the Councillors speak first after all.

Once the doors shut and Depa Biliba left the room Ben was immediately called out.

“There is no Jedi Master named Naasade.”

“And yet here I am.” Ben replied calmly as he peered at the Master that had spoken up. Sifo-Dyas was his name. Ben knew who he was– he knew what the man had done out of desperation– out of fear. His visions went unheard and he unwittingly became the cause of the creation of the Clone Army albeit indirectly.

Yet, if the man was still on the Council there was hope to be had.

There was a spark in the man’s eyes– something that had Ben’s eye twitch slightly. There was a connection with the man. Unheard visions, ridiculed for a connection to the Unifying Force– yeah, Sifo-Dyas and Ben had a lot in common.

“Took that name, no Shadow did.” Yaddle tilted her head, “Not one of mine, you are. Yet, know our ways, you do.”

You can thank Quinlan for that– well, Ben’s Quinlan anyways.

“I bring a message from the Force.” Ben carefully observed all of the Councillors one by one. “Peace has gone and war is upon you all. A trap unnoticed by all yet slowly closing in on the Light will squash all that is good if you do not act now. Once chance has already passed and all was lost. Do not waste this second one.”

“Who are you to speak on behalf of the Force?” Madame Nu demanded. “You are not a Templeling.”

“I once was.” Ben saw no reason to hide or lie. The fine art of subtlety would not do now. They needed a wake-up call and Ben would provide it. He would kick against every rule– challenge every decision– the Council would be sick of him long before he was done but Ben was not going to let them push his warnings away anymore.

“One of the Lost, you claim to be.” Yoda spoke up. “Brought you back, what did?”

Technically the Order was lost to me rather than me being Lost to the Order.

“I looked behind and couldn’t continue in good faith.” Ben responded. “This Temple is my home. Its inhabitants are my family. I will not watch them die. I have been sent to prepare you for what is to come. I have seen what happens if nothing changes.” Ben whispered ominously, “I can’t go through that again. With or without the permission of the Council, I will take action to avoid what I have seen.”

“The–”

“The Future is always in motion, yes.” Ben cut Yoda off with no patience at all, “You have told me that plenty of times before. I listened and paid for it. When the Force reaches out– when it shows us something– it is for a reason. To ignore it completely because ‘the future is always in motion’ is foolish.”

The Force had made Ben seem taller, larger, older. His Force presence felt tired and weary, but the man stood tall. He looked like a soldier, a warrior.

It startled the Council, as did the undeniable wave of approval that the Force washed over them all.

“What will you do?”

“It is too early to say.” Ben straightened even more, “However, I will do as the Force bids me. This I swear.”

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While it was truly rare, a wandering Jedi who had roots within the Temple wasn’t unheard of. What was the troublesome part, was the lack of any details or files on Ben.

“What was his Master’s name, his lineage?” Windu inquired, “There should be a mention of them somewhere, surely.”

“ Where a Shadow of the Light passes, the Dark fades ,” Master Yaddle muttered, “A child of my lineage, yet he is not.”

“Indeed.” Windu nodded, the man settled down as he rubbed his head, “I suppose there is nothing more to discuss. Master Naasade has not lied to us nor does he seem to have ill will. I will have Knight Biliba inform the Quartermaster of Master Naasade’s arrival.”

Ben’s files missing might mean that he was a deep cover Shadow, only Master Yaddle knew of the details for those missions yet Master Yaddle didn’t know Ben as one of her’s. Nothing on file, neither digital or flimsy. Those of the older generations of Shadow’s were lost to the Temple more often than not.

“Hiding something, he is.” Yoda pressed, “No clear presence in the Force, we can sense. Hidden he is, yet, with him, the Force is.”

The Force kept Master Naasade cradled in its waves, that was clear to any Jedi, keeping him surrounded by the infinity of the Force.

“The Force is quite insistent on this, isn’t it?” Plo asked quietly, remembering what Ben Naasade had claimed.

Mace hummed as he filed the information to Depa who was outside the doors and likely speaking with Naasade while they discussed his case. “That man is a walking shatterpoint.” He grumbled.

Sifo-Dyas remained silent as the other Councillors spoke about the man that had vanished behind the doors and was standing right outside.

He had seen the man– he had seen him frequently– his visions were plagued by the copper coloured hair of the man. His visions were plagued by alternative versions of the adult man that had just claimed his status as Master in the Temple.

Something was shifting– Sifo-Dyas could feel it in his soul.

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“A new Master in our Halls?” The Quartermaster looked slightly confused but the flimsy work Ben had brought along did not lie. “I don’t recognise you, young man.”

“Master Ben Naasade, Quartermaster.” Ben bowed in a polite Jedi greeting, receiving one in return after he did so.

“Well, your flimsy work is all in order. Let’s find you a nice apartment, alright? One with a Padawan room I assume–”

“I do not have any intention of taking on a Padawan.” Ben quickly declined.

Sure, Ben was a good teacher but the idea to be the Master of another Padawan overwhelmed him more than it perhaps should’ve.

“You Knight-Corp lot always changes your minds,” The Quartermaster pointed out but Ben remained steadfast in his opinion. “Fine then, single Jedi Master apartment. There’s quite a few of those at least. I can put you in the 2nd floor west wing–”

“Is there room in the Northern Dormitories?” Ben interrupted, bowing his head in apology as the other Jedi looked at him slightly annoyed.

“Those are furthest away from the other inhabitants.” The Quartermaster pointed out, “That wing is yet to be renovated.”

Yeah. But it is also the Dormitories furthest from his old ones and closest to the Room of a 1000 Fountains as well as the back exit from the Temple.

“I will make due.” Ben replied serenely.

The Quartermaster seemed tired of Ben already but still led him to the furniture warehouse. “Pick whatever you need, Padawan’s on duty will deliver it to your apartment. What is your size in robes?”

Ben politely requested four sets of robes, two formal, two neutral– one of each in a different size to accommodate for the armour he would be wearing over it. Besides that he got the usual Jedi garbs but requested them in greys and blues rather than the variety of browns and off whites he used to wear. On top of that, Ben requested some other quality of life articles he deemed necessary. Not too much and likely less than most Masters would but Ben had learned he needed little to survive.

The Quartermaster left to fetch Ben’s items has Been moved into the warehouse to pick furniture.

A low coffee table and seating pillows, a sofa that you sunk into a little too far but Ben happened to like. A bookcase for datapads he planned on borrowing from the library section of the archives. A plush sleeping mat that would take up almost the entirety of the bedroom that came with a one-Jedi apartment. Some pillows and blankets, kitchen necessities and the Temple tea distributed amongst the inhabitants. A storage system for his clothing as well as some stands Ben was planning on turning into an armour stand to store his beskar’gam when he wasn’t wearing it.

He got no decorations from the warehouse and figured he would likely pick something on a later date if he felt the need. Ben didn’t think he would feel the need.

Besides all that, Ben got two datapads, a comm unit and of course, his official identification as a Jedi in case he decided to go out and got into trouble– it was bound to happen sooner or later knowing his luck.

Once Ben was set the Quartermaster informed him of his apartment number as well as the fact that some cleaning droids were giving the place a once over. Ben could enter it later that day near the evening but was advised to find something to occupy him while he waited because it was going to take a while for them to finish preparing it. Ben just agreed.

Bowing his goodbye, Ben left the Quartermaster’s domain and turned to wandering the halls once more.

He passed the classrooms where young Jedi were eagerly learning. Some looked up as the war-weary Jedi Master got near and stared at him until Ben was out of sight, others hardly noticed him.

The training halls were filled with Knights sparring and training their endurance. Ben observed them but sighed as he saw all the mistakes they made. Ill-advised moves, show and flair over strategy and skill. A culture of warriors stuck in traditions that did not fit with their current duties.

Lacking in knowledge where it truly mattered and under the thumb of the Ruusan Reformation that prohibited the Jedi from aiding in wartorn areas. The base of what the Jedi were taught was war skills yet they were not allowed to use it and thus it became nothing but a showy way of using one's Lightsaber.

A Lightsaber is one's last resort– that seems to fall on deaf ears nowadays.

Ataru was more than fine in duels but it took a lot of energy– endurance these Jedi did not have. They would not last in a large-scale battle. An oversight really.

Ben’s piercing eyes seemed to shake the Knights and Masters alike. His scrutinising made them uncomfortable and they could feel his disappointment even if Ben kept it close to him. It made some of them tense while others just felt confused by Ben’s presence.

They would learn who he was soon enough if Ben had anything to say about it. For now he left it be and continued his rediscovering of this version of the Temple.

The Archives, as impressive as ever, was bustling with Jedi.

Some were quietly researching a wide variety of topics, reading or taking a moment to themselves to relax. Any Jedi from Initiate up to Elders could visit to enjoy its merits and be around each other. Silent interactions between young and old which was the foundation of the many lineages that the Temple was home to. A balance that was hard to find in any other part of the Temple.

Madame Nu, who was still on the Council at this time, ruled her domain with an iron fist but was widely respected as a researcher and intellectual being. She had protected her archives with her life before and Ben didn’t doubt she would do so in this timeline as well. He had learned the hard way that it was better to keep far away from her radar or be on her good side if that was impossible.

Moving hall to hall, Ben wandered aimlessly through the Temple until he could hear the evening bells announcing late-meal.

He hadn’t consumed any kind of food since he first landed on Coruscant and should probably head to the mess hall to get something to eat and drink. His apartment should be done sometime after late-meal so he could probably spend some time in the mess hall while he waited.

As he was about to leave the quiet part of the Temple he found himself in, Ben was halted in his tracks as he heard someone approach him.

“You have seen me before.” He stated.

“I have seen you many times.” A voice confirmed Ben’s suspicions. “In many different forms. Yet, never in this one. Well, not until a few weeks ago.”

“The Force can never be fully explored.” Ben replied as he turned to properly greet the councillor that managed to track him down, “Master Sifo-Dyas.”

“Master Ben Naasade.” The man replied, “Are you blessed with foresight?”

“I am burdened with knowledge no one should have to carry.”

The Master was silent then thoughtfully nodded, “I suppose that is another perspective of the matter.”

Visions were nothing but pain. They strained the body of any being that got them– overwhelmed and overstimulated by the Force so it could speak through the being. Not that they were ever believed– who listened to a Jedi with an affinity for the Unifying Force after all.

Ben had suffered nightmares all his life only for those nightmares to become real. Only for those nightmares to haunt him more than anything else could. A bitter reminder that Ben was meant for nothing but sadness– that he was meant to suffer so others may not have to.

“Are you up for having tea with me?” Sifo-Dyas motioned to the Master Dormitories he had just walked out of, “I think there are some things we should speak about.”

Ben wondered how much of his infinite sadness had been witnessed by the Master. It was not like there was much to do until he could retire to his apartment and get his kark together. Tomorrow his work would start, today he could indulge his curiosity.

After all, Ben had never met Sifo-Dyas and had only heard about the man through old records that suggested he was the reason for the creation of the Vod’e.

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What was discussed that evening between Master Naasade and Master Sifo-Dyas was never spoken of again. They had both agreed that the knowledge embedded in Ben’s mind would be devastating in the wrong hands. Sifo-Dyas knew his own knowledge was a danger to his well being, both because of the strength of the Force as well as the dangers seeking to vanquish the Order.

Sifo-Dyas also learned that despite his kind facade, Ben was a dangerous opponent that shouldn’t be underestimated. The man danced around the more in depth questions Sifo-Dyas asked. He was glad the man was with the Jedi and not with one of their many enemies.

Ben had not spoken about his visions as much as Sifo-Dyas had– he had listened and only added his own perspective of things when prompted to. It was in hindsight that Sifo-Dyas realised just how little he had learned from the Jedi he had wished to speak to.

They had spoken for hours and it was the early hour of the next day-cycle that Ben left the Master’s apartment and headed to his own. In the excitement, Sifo-Dyas completely forgot to ask where his apartment was located but he knew it likely wasn’t on the same floor as his– he would have seen the furniture being moved around if that were the case.

There had been a mutual understanding between the two of them and dare he say it, even the start of a friendship in the future. Both of them respected the other enough to admit that by the time Ben took his leave.

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Ben’s first weeks in the Temple were mostly spend silently observing. He would appear out of thin air– startling any that noticed him while he was present, if they noticed him at all– would sit off to the side and watch.

He observed some lessons meant for Padawans, he witnessed some sparring duels between Knights and aspiring Masters. He even made friends with Madame Nu which was a large feat all things considered.

The ones that interacted with Ben all said the same thing. Master Ben Naasade was a timid but kind man. He listened intently and never interrupted as someone spoke to him. There was no real duty he was bound to at the moment though rumour had it that the Medical Wing was aching to do their mandatory check-up on the man– so far they had not been fortunate in catching Master Naasade off guard.

It was as if the Master was a Ghost, haunting the halls of the Temple like a benevolent spirit. He was right there one moment but could vanish into thin air the very next. Present yet seemingly unreachable. Stuck in his own quiet observations and peering at those around him in a scrutinising and soul-searching manner.

Word of the mysterious but wise Master spread quickly.

Master Ben Naasade, a Wandering Jedi, returned to the Temple after years of being Lost.

Some said he was nothing but a Master who got stuck or lost on a mission. Others claimed him to be a Explorer that forgot the time that passed as he explored the unknown Force Nexus’. Or a recovering Jedi, who had strayed too close to the Darkside– most chose to believe that– Master Naasade made it easy to believe that.

Unlike most expectations, Jedi were the worst gossips in the Galaxy.

It was impossible to not have heard the rumours floating around the Halls of the Temple.

Ben didn’t pay them any mind, but he was slightly amused. Even as a Naasade– a Nobody, Ben drew attention. He saw the Padawan’s whisper if he passed a huddle of them, he noticed the halted conversations when he walked into a room. It was hard not to.

Soon Ben would stop being quiet. Soon he would start kicking against the fundations the Temple was built on. Soon they would all learn why Ben appeared.

Until then, Ben would observe.

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Force: Something went terribly wrong before, it needs fixing.

Force: *Picks Ben, as if the poor man hadn’t been through enough*

Ben: For kriffs sake! I was done!

Force: No. Fix.

Ben: (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)╭∩╮

Ben: Well, I suppose I can’t be Obi-Wan anymore. I need another name.

Also Ben: *Picks Ben– the name given to him because he sighs too much– and slaps the Mando’a translation of his last name behind it* Perfect. Who would ever even know?

Council: There is no Master Ben Naasade in the Temple.

Ben: *points at himself* Well, I’m here, aren’t I?

Also Ben: *Wears armour in the style of Mandalorian armour made for him and painted by the Clones, had his Kyber embedded into his armour rather than in his lightsaber hilt, looks too tired for his age and immediately throws the Council for a loop.*

Mace: You are a walking shatterpoint.

Ben: *Shrugs* I’ve heard that a lot.

Mace: *Sighs* You’ll fit right in.

Chapter 2: First Impressions

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Chapter 2; First Impressions

The Order was more naive than Ben remembered.

Perhaps his perspective was skewed on the topic. Force knows his time in the Temple was far from the normal experience.

His first mission had been as a Initiate– which was already out of the norm, and it had ended with Ben having his first introduction to the concept of slavery and a permanent scar around his neck which still hadn’t quite healed.

Somehow, things still went downhill from there.

Ben’s neverending luck and his position in the disaster-lineage aside, he was certain Jedi should be less naive and blind to the dangers of the Galaxy. It was not like they were naive in the traditional sense– perhaps ignorance was a better term for it.

They turned a blind eye at times they should be intervening. Like frogs in a pot of boiling water, sitting as the temperature rose beyond comfort but never moving from their place.

The political scene was a complete mess. Jedi did not take their own mission but were handed them by the Senate– even before Palpatine got his grimy claws on the Chancellor seat.

The training of the Lightsaber Forms were mediocre and meant to show off rather than actually defeat an opponent. Lessons focussed on duels, not on fights against multiple opponents.

Cultural knowledge was lacking– especially of the information available in the public archives– only the Masters had access to in-depth culture studies rather than just the surface which made missions more troublesome.

Ben knew there were plenty of mistakes the Jedi had made over the years. He knew and had tried to change some of it. Now he saw that the root of the issue lay deeper below the surface than he once thought.

Most of those things took time– he had already started some of his plans by getting on Madame Nu’s good side. Soon he would get her to open up more of the Archives.

Ben knew that if he wanted to change the way Padawans and Initiates were trained, he would need to learn what the Masters and Knights knew now and where they lacked in order to help the next generation become better prepared for what was to come.

So instead of requesting permission to give a Padawan class, Ben requested to give one to Masters and Knights.

It went–

Not too well.

Critical as ever, Ben had observed and tried to correct a Master that had deemed himself the best saber wielder in the Temple, a huge lie because that title was had been acclaimed to either Master Dooku or– depending on how far he was with developing his Lightsaber Form– Master Windu.

Ben was aware that in duel, he would probably not be able to beat them without his prior knowledge of their fighting styles. It was an interesting inquiry for a later date.

Regardless, Ben had corrected the Master and the Master had taken offence. Even though he was the one to attend Ben’s class.

Of course, Ben being the well matured and older-than-he-seemed Jedi Master, had goaded the man in a subtle manner which only pissed the man off. Just because Ben had lived long, did not mean he was less of a menache.

Then the Master challenged Ben to an unofficial duel and of course Ben saw a chance to confirm what he had observed the past weeks so he accepted.

The Master had taken the opening stance of Djem-So.

Anakin’s Form.

Ben had perfected the Form himself to aid Anakin when he chose to learn it and knew how to counter it well in order to challenge his former Padawan.

Except, Anakin had been a dangerously skilled Lightsaber wielder– this Master could not even stand correctly for the opening. It was clear the Master only learned it to show off– he was likely more attuned to Makashi.

Observing all of this, Ben simply tilted his head and clasped his hands behind his back. Again, a simple but effective taunt.

What ever happened to Jedi being emotionless? This Master was practically fuming at the simple suggestion Ben made.

Choosing not to draw his saber, Ben leaned back a little, feigning a relaxed stance. He would not draw his saber needlessly.

The Master did not even wait to see if Ben would when he pounced, crossing the distance and bashing down on the empty spot where Ben had once stood. Ben had stepped aside– a single step and repositioned himself to face the Master again. His hands never left their spot against his back as Ben waited for the Master to catch on to what happened.

Slow reaction time.

Unaware of the environment.

Used to killing in one blow.

Unfit for Djem-So.

Moving out of the way of attack after attack, Ben all but danced around the man. He wondered how long it would be before he felt the heat of the Master’s saber on his skin but the man never got close enough to Ben to achieve that.

Ben zoned out as he made his observations.

Lacking stamina.

Too much needless use of the Force.

Trying to look good while attacking an opponent.

Unlike the Master, Ben was more than aware of his surroundings. More Knights and Masters– not ones that had been in his course that day– joined the crowd as Ben made a fool of his attacker.

Master Naasade was graceful but not showing off. He was doing the bare minimum to avoid incoming attacks and never moved to grasp the Lightsaber hilt at his waist.

The observant amongst the crowd noticed that Master Naasade’s hilt did not even hold his Kyber. His Kyber Crystal was embedded in the centre of the chestplate the Master wore. The crystal seemed to breathe alongside the Master– calm and evenly.

A stark difference compared to his opponent who was heavily breathing and sluggish swinging at Master Naasade.

In the end, Master Naasade made one move in the entire mock-duel.

Ben moved to catch one of the wrists of his exhausted opponent, gripping their Lightsaber and nudged the other Master forwards. The Master stumbled, weaponless and tired as Naasade raised their own saber against them.

“How disappointing.” Was all he said as he shut the saber and handed it to the young Knight who had been kind enough to oversee the duel to ensure it wouldn’t get out of hand. “I suppose today's lessons are cut short. Dismissed.”

The Master left the training halls before the medics showed up to do a post-duel checkup.

Those present in the halls were quick to spread the word of the mystery Master who defeated a full fledged Master without ever drawing his Lightsaber.

It was Master Che, who managed to pry some information from the Council on the grounds of lack of medical file. Her apprentices had leaked the information to their Creche mates and friends.

The rumours of Jedi Master Ben Naasade, Lost Jedi recently returned, spread through the Temple like a wildfire. Of course his presence had not gone unnoticed. Some claimed he was there to be the new Battlemaster and would be replacing Battlemaster Anoon Bondara rather than Master Cin Drallig who had been a favourite pick for the role. Others just wrote him off as lucky, he had yet to actually show his own skill with the Lightsaber, perhaps he was unable to use his.

No one could answer these questions, not even the High Council. So when the name of Ben Naasade reappeared on their files the Council was forced to face the facts. Master Ben Naasade was there to do his duty– even if it irked the inhabitants of the Temple.

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The tea in the Jedi Temple was one of the better tea blends available on Coruscant. It was made in the Temple from homegrown herbs and spices and had a distinct flavour that was almost impossible to recreate outside of the Temple walls.

Ben would know, he had tried it plenty of times and failed at every turn. There was something different about the way Jedi grew their herbs and his theory had always entailed some kind of Force energy that had made its way into the herbs which added to the flavour– that could be totally wrong but in his mind it made sense.

He had always been sure to bring the blend along with him on missions he was sent on. It calmed him and reminded him of home throughout the difficult missions he had been on. The blend had comforted him when he returned from Bandomeer, he had shared what he had with the Young on Melida/Daan and attempted to recreate it the first time around on Mandalore with Satine.

Drinking the Temple tea was like being home, no matter where you drank it. Its savoury and rich in taste could simply not be recreated beyond the Temple walls.

Ben had learned that the hard way when the Clone Wars broke out and the Temple stopped having time to grow the herbs needed for the tea. It became a rare pleasure between battles. Then the Jedi were whipped out and Ben was left attempting to make the tea.

That didn’t work well on Tatooine. Between the lack of water on the planet and the lack of herbs available, tea was a luxury Ben could not often afford. Even if he had the water– which was a rare occurrence– and felt like drinking tea in the colder hours of the night, the tea available was of horrible quality.

As strange as it might sound, Ben had dreamt about that tea– about the comfort it brought him and his most fondest memories.

And yet here Ben was.

In the lower levels of Coruscant in search of the cheap and disgusting tea blend he used to buy on Tatooine.

The blend that had almost caused him to throw up the first time he tasted it. The blend that was the epitome of the worst period of his life.

Temple tea overwhelmed Ben and he hated that it did.

He had already gotten some alternatives to Temple tea. Tea’s imported from Naboo and Alderaan for example but it was all too– nice– It was too far from what he had been used to for close to 20 years.

It was not the flavour but the memories attached to it that really messed with his senses. It was like Ben was back in the past– as if Cody was right around the corner with flimsy work Ben had to sign off. It confused him.

The cheap and disgusting blend couldn’t confuse him. He would know he was Ben and not Obi-Wan. Well, it was bad compared to the higher end teas Ben had enjoyed before but it was better compared to Master Yoda’s swamp tea.

It was also surprisingly hard to locate in the Inner-rim.

Ben wandered in and out of different stores he knew to have a lot of diverse tea blends but failed to find the outer-rim garbage he was looking for.

In all honesty, Ben was close to giving up on his quest to return to the Temple. He had wandered away from the Temple all day, getting back would take a few hours and Ben would rather be back before nightfall.

There was one last herbal store Ben had spotted but not gone in yet. Ben had already seen some popular and expensive brands, he doubted they would have what Ben searched for.

Still, Ben stepped in the store, vowing it to be his last attempt for the day.

“Greetings,” An older humanoid nodded at Ben as he entered.

“Good day.” Ben nodded back.

Looking at the blends on display, Ben patiently read the tags and searched the shelves.

“Looking for something specific?” The man asked.

Turning to the man, Ben hummed, “I am looking for H’kak tea.”

“Ahh, from the H’kak bush of Tatooine?”

Well. That was promising. “Indeed.”

The man pulled a disgusted expression on his face, “I have better blends for cheaper.”

“I am looking for it for a reason.” Ben replied, “Do you sell it?”

Moving away from the check-out desk, the man moved to a shelf, bent down in a way that made Ben want to reach out and help him stand up, and picked a box from the bottom shelf. It had been tugged away as if hidden.

“Why anyone would buy this, I don’t know.” The man complained as he waddled back to the counter, “Anything else?”

Ben added a bunch of other tea’s he knew to be of questionable quality before looking at the box the man had fetched for him.

It certainly smelled like H’kak tea. “Do you sell this regularly?”

“I ordered wrong.”

“How much do you have in stock?”

The man eyed Ben, then down at the obscene amount of tea on the counter and tilted his head, “Some.”

Ben just nodded, “I will be back in two weeks.”

That would probably be all the time it would take for Ben to finish this amount of tea.

The man hummed, “I doubt I will sell any of it to anyone else. Ever.”

Huffing a quiet laugh, Ben put the credits he owed the man down on the counter and bagged the tea. It was sad when you realised how excited Ben was for something as simple as tea– and not even good quality tea but the cheap blends– but this entire trip was a luxury Ben had not had in decades.

If he was going to do this whole thing again, Ben was going to indulge in small things like this.

By the time Ben stepped out it was getting dark. The sky glowed orange as the sun’s light started to vanish beyond the horizon. The carefully controlled temperature on Coruscant cooled to a comfortable breeze– it just made Ben shiver more.

Jedi were not meant for the cold, least of all Ben. Jedi in general had a colder body temperature– Ben was pretty sure he had read about a theory that Force Sensitives were all below the body temperature their respective species should be due to the ability to harness the power of the Force.

There was a good reason why Jedi didn’t part with their warm and woollen robes if given the choice and why they would almost always go back to recover them if they had to drop them whilst in combat.

It was worse for Ben. He had spent a lot of time on a desert planet under twin suns. His body– even this younger version of his body– was used to the heat and thus always cold. An unfortunate side effect.

Ignoring the shiver trailing down his spine, Ben moved to raise his hood to keep the slight breeze from cooling him down. He silently vowed to crawl into a blanket cocoon for the evening with a cup of H’kak and a datapad about the current political scene as he mourned the warmth the sun had provided.

Coruscant was never quiet– ever– so there were still a lot of beings out and about. Some just woke up for their jobs, others were in search of a place to drink their hearts out. Ben walked amongst them quietly, looking at the life forces around him and sighed. It was a lot compared to the solitude of Tatooine– compared to his exile– but it was good to be reintroduced to in small measures.

As Ben approached the speeder he had borrowed from the Temple’s hangar, the Force decided to pull his attention to the viewing deck behind it. Despite being in the lower levels, there was a viewing deck looking out over a part of the city planet and even a glimpse of the atmosphere beyond that.

Slightly confused as to why the Force had pulled Ben towards this place, Ben settled looking at the sky for a moment.

Ben watched as the sky changed colours and leaned against the railing, breathing in deeply. The air was foul compared to the planets Ben had visited before but it was home. Coruscant was home– or well, it was the location where home was.

His unasked question was answered when a form threw themselves at Ben and clung to his thighs. “Ser!”

A tiny armour-clad boy latched onto Ben and squeezed himself between Ben and the railing he had been leaning against moments before.

Ben made a noise of confusion as he gently tried to pry the kid off of him and looked around for danger. There was nothing that might have suggested danger or why the child picked Ben out of the crowd. Well, until the kid spoke up again.

“Ser, gaa’tayl. Buru’jai!” The child cried in Mando'a.

Finally prying the boy off his person, Ben bent down and looked over the child. Tears were in the boy's eyes as he blabbered about something– someone hurting his teacher. He begged Ben to help.

“Udesii, udesiir, ad’ika.” Ben shushed, “What happened?”

If a Mandalorian child was in danger then something must have gone horribly wrong.

Ben knew his Mandalorian history well enough to realise that there were still three parties gunning for control of Mandalore. Kyrt’sad hated the Core and would never willingly be on the planet’s surface, the New Mandalorians would not allow their children to speak Mando’a, let alone wear armour.

This child was either from a neutral party or a New Mandalorian. At this point in time Keldab’ika still existed and was actively visited.

“Val kadala ner buir.”

Who was dumb enough to attack a Mandalorian? One with a child to protect nonetheless. The Force roared, drums of marching seemed to accompany its melody as if to call upon any that heard to rally and fight. Ben would answer its call.

“Vaii?”

Ben let the child grip his hand as they both ran towards where the kid had been running from. Even doing something as simple as a quest to buy tea, Ben somehow found trouble– or well, trouble seemed to find him regardless of where he went.

The child led him off the bigger streets, down some stairs and into an area where the buildings were built immensely close together– Ben would hate to live in a place like this– it felt suffocating and there was no natural or semi-natural light to be found.

They ran for a few minutes before Ben could hear the sound of something being hit– someone being hit.

“Stay here.” Ben made the boy remain near the entrance of the alleyway they were about to enter, “Back against the wall, eyes out for any danger. You shout if you see something, alright?”

“‘Lek”

Leaving the boy, Ben rounded the corner.

Idiots.

Coruscanti guards were beating a lone Mandalorian up. Five of them against one. A Mando in silver beskar’gam was on the ground as they kicked them over and over.

How stupid were they? Did they truly believe they could just beat up a Mandalorian without consequences? Did they not realise what kind of wrath they were calling down upon themselves? Mandalorians never forget. They sure as hell wouldn’t let beating one of their own up slide.

Ben was quick to approach the group, throwing his hand out to push them away from the Mando who lay on the ground in a puddle of their own blood.

“I do not believe your duty entails harassing a family?” Ben, glad that he chose to wear his Jedi robes over his armour, tilted his head and glared.

The kyber embedded in his armour buzzed, angry at the whole situation and begging to be used to get retribution for the two innocent bystanders. Ben may just grant it its desire as he pried it from its casing and gently clicked it into his hilt.

“Kriff off, stranger, leave.” One of the guards glared.

“My name is Jedi Master Ben Naasade.” Ben identified himself, approaching the Mandalorian and checking for a pulse. Once he found one between the armour pieces, Ben gently turned them on their back. “Please explain what has happened for you to beat this person down.”

Benefit of the doubt. Perhaps the Mando started this. Ben highly doubted it, but still.

“Guard business, Jedi, leave.”

“I am afraid I can not do that.” Ben straightened. He didn’t need to fight them. Scaring them should do the trick. “What are your names?”

They were dumb enough to try and scare Ben by stating their ranks and names. Ben would be filing a lovely report of misconduct once he returned to the Temple.

“Leave.” Ben watched them sputter and square up as if they wanted to fight him. They thought twice when Ben activated his Lightsaber and ran off.

Idiots.

Those idiots had done quite the number on the Mando though. They were in bad shape and clearly in need of medical attention. Bending down next to the Mando, gave him a quick check-up and realised the Mando was in dire need of a healer. They seemed stable enough to move but actively bleeding and there were clearly injuries Ben was unable to see.

Heaving the armoured Mando into his arms, Ben exited the alley where he entered and called the kid over. “Come on, I need you to give me directions to the baar’ur.” Ben guided the kid to his speeder and laid the Mando on the backseat before helping the young boy hop in.

Thankfully, the boy was able to recall where in Little Keldabe the medic was located. Ben knew where the district was but not the layout.

Jedi had been forbidden from entering the area for decades and Ben had only been there once himself after most Mandalorians had left Coruscant. It had been empty back then, not it was crowded– more than Ben thought it would be.

As divided as Mandalore was, their numbers were great.

Speeding through the streets, Ben managed to find the medical facility the boy had described. He was quick to help the boy out and carry their parents inside.

“Baar’ur!” Ben yelled as they burst through the door.

He got the attention of several medical personnel who immediately called for a stretcher. Ben laid the Mando down on the surface and stepped back as several Mando’s started to take vitals and move them away.

Ben caught the boy when he tried to dash and follow his parents. “Let them do their job.”

“Buir?” The boy sniffed. Ben gently reeled the boy into his arms and had him sit in the waiting area. Another Mando was kind enough to get the boy something to drink as Ben tried to calm him down.

“They will do whatever they can.” Ben had felt it in the Force– the determination of the healers that took the boy's parents. “Is there someone I can call for you?”

The boy fiddled for a moment before showing a hand held comm, “Akior?”

“Yeah, ad, akior ner aliit.”

“Nayc, Buir’s bajir.”

Parent’s teacher– probably a family friend. “Elek. Akior.”

Ben watched as the kid shakingly pressed a few buttons and let them do their thing. He was more interested in observing their surroundings. It was clear that now the panic had passed, the Mandalorians around were more interested in Ben and the kid.

He had caught a few visors turned their way as he sat with the boy, it had Ben on edge. It was better if Ben didn’t stick around for too long. The boy was with his people– the medics were clearly keeping an eye on him.

“I’m going to move the speeder.” Ben gently slipped out of his seat. “Stay here with the medic, alright?”

The medic nodded at Ben as they overheard Ben’s excuse and sat with the kid. Ben almost bumped into a Mando that seemed to be in quite the hurry, and turned to see them make a beeline to the boy.

For a moment, Ben watched the Mando pick up the boy and give him a hug. The boy’s family was here now, he would be fine.

It was time to go back to the Temple.

Turning, Ben slipped out of the door and climbed into the speeder– completely missing the visors that just caught a glimpse of the flow of his Jedi robes on his way out.

It was late and Ben was wearing Jedi robes. Even if his armour would confuse the Mandalorians, true locals would pick him out of the crowd. Jedi-Manadalorian relationships were rocky– they always were. If he was confronted here it could turn out badly.

Ben was quick to climb into the speeder and started his journey back to the Temple. It was a relatively long one but Ben found himself enjoying it. It was an uneventful flight and helped Ben calm a little after the events before.

The only thing he missed now was a cup of H’kak tea.

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The Temple hangar was not too pleased by Ben when he returned with a speeder covered in blood. Ben had just smiled apologetically and signed it out.

Ben was just finishing up that paperwork when a voice behind him spoke up.

“Master Naasade.”

Ben stiffened.

Oh dear.

“Master Che.” Ben turned to look at the woman. She was dangerously close and had a manic expression on her face. “Hello.”

“Would you be so kind as to walk with me?”

Ben smiled innocently, praying there would still be a way out. “What for?”

Che matched the smile on Ben’s face, but it was more dangerous and feral than Ben’s, “Your mandatory medical check-up.”

“Mandatory?”

“You have been away for an undisclosed time, no?” Che pointed out, “We’ve had a hard time catching you in the Temple so I am here to guide you in case you forgot the location of the medical wing.”

Yikes.

Taking a gentle step back, Ben waved Master Che off, “I am sure that is not necessary.”

Che, seemingly ready for Ben’s attempt of waving her off, took a step forward, “Do not make me call for the Temple Guards, Master Naasade.”

Mean.

“Very well.” Ben pursed his lips, “Do your worst.”

Che softened a little, “A hesitance to seek out medical attention is not uncommon in the Temple and is nothing to be ashamed of. I do, however, implore you not to avoid it. We are there to aid and ensure the wellbeing of our inhabitants– that includes you.”

Mean but fair.

“I have a– complicated relationship with medics.” Ben admitted freely as Che took his arm and guided him to the medical wing.

“We can work with that.” Che smiled– not as tensely– an actual kind smile.

Instead of a calm evening with a cup of tea, Ben found himself awkwardly standing in the medical wing.

“Armour off, please.” Che prodded. “Set it down on the chair.”

Ben moved to the side and undid his outer robe. He draped it over the chair. Ben didn’t wear a full armour set– he wore pieces that wouldn’t interfere with his fighting style.

The first piece he unclasped was his hal’cabur– his chest plate. His kyber– his soul– took the place of where the Mandalorian Ka’rta beskar would usually sit. All of his armour was painted white and was decorated with orange-bronze symbols.

Once all his armour was stacked on the chair, Ben pulled his robes that he wore below his armour off as well, stripping down to his trousers.

Ben was more than aware of his current state. He had no fresh injuries, perhaps an odd bruise or small cut but other than that he was not actively bleeding. It was his scars that would likely get the medic all up in his business. Ben was littered in scars, some better healed than others.

Some that stood out were the deep cuts on his chest, the lashing marks on his back and the raw electrical burns circling around his neck– those never quite healed completely and Ben had carried them since his time on Bandomeer in his own youth.

To Che’s credit, she did not mention any of them and had Ben sit on the medical bench. “Let’s go over the basics first.” She held a datapad out to Ben, “Fill this out while I go get the medical scanner.”

They did that for traumatised Knights or Masters, allowing them to fill out the document the healer would usually ask verbally. Ben appreciated the effort.

Ben filled out the basics, estimating his own age as 34. He filled the form to the best of his ability. He noted down his Stewjoni traits and whatever he remembered of the many diagnoses’ he had over the years. Of course, Ben had to leave some of it out but he remained as truthfully as he could.

Che returned soon after with some scanners and tests. She was gentle with Ben as she prodded at some of his scars and quietly read through the information Ben had noted down. Che asked a few questions where she required more information and noted it down.

“Alright, Master Naasade,” She said an hour later. “We have been over all of the basics. If you will follow me?”

Ben dressed back up and followed Healer Che into her office and sat down in the chair she pointed out to him. “I am sure all is in order?”

“You are not bleeding out, no.” Che deadpanned, “Though you have been neglecting proper nutrition intake and you suffer a lot of signs of exhaustion. I am prescribing you a food plan as well as sending you to our Mind Healers for a meeting.”

“That won’t be–”

“You are assigned to Mind Healer Ashka Boda next week before mid meal. Be on time, Naasade, I would hate to call in an escort for you.”

The name had Ben stop for a moment, freezing in place. He recognised the name and not for good reasons.

Ashka Boda had been one of the many unfortunate Jedi to be captured after the Jedi Purge which followed the end of the Clone Wars. He had been captured and publicly executed by Sidious. It had been widely reported– so much so that even on an outer-rim planet like Tatooine got relatively quick updates on the situation.

An example to install fear into whomever claimed to be a Jedi or those that attempted to help one. A warning for those still out there and fighting against the Dark.

Whilst Ben had been in exile, Sidious had murdered many Master’s to ensure no one would aid any Jedi or hide them.

Ashka Boda had been one of the first to be made an example but had gone honourably. It was said that the Master had hidden countless Jedi documents and holocrons in order to protect the identities of fellow Jedi. He kept the Order’s secrets away from the Dark that threatened to either misuse or destroy them.

Perhaps Ben would like to meet with the Master– if only to see the Master who had single handedly pissed off Sidious to a point that they publicly executed him. Sidious had gotten loads of backlash after that and it had been the cause for the Secret Path to be established as a part of the public was no longer fooled by the Sith’s lies.

Perhaps a Mind Healer couldn’t make his situation worse than it already was.

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Ben: *Tries to teach a Lightsaber class*

Ben: *Is immediately judging everything he sees and unwittingly insulted a Master by doing so*

Ben: *Beats Master without ever drawing his Lightsaber and becomes a living myth while doing so*

The Temple: Who the kriff is this guy?

Ben: *Just wants disgusting tea so he doesn’t get confused by the comfort of home*

Ben: *Is found by trouble*

Ben: So much for tea.

Ben: *Minding his business*

Che: *Appears*

Che: We've Been Trying To Reach You About Your Speeder’s Extended Warranty

Ben: *Screeches*

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Ser, gaa’tayl! Buru’jai! - Sir, Help! Alarm (Call to arms)

Udesii, udesiir, ad’ika. - Calm down, take it easy.

Val kadala ner buir. - They hurt my parent.

Vaii - Where

Lek - Yeah

Akior - Call?

ad, akior ner aliit - Kid, call your family

Nayc, Buir’s bajir - No, parents’ teacher.

Elek. Akior - Yes. Call.

Chapter 3: Spirits And Ghosts

Chapter Text

Chapter 3; Spirits And Ghosts

When the Goran be Keldabe got a call from the comm of his hibir’s ad’ika whilst on Coruscant, he knew something was off.

The Haat’ade, the Mandalorians that the Goran be Keldabe served, had been on the city planet for information. One of the Mand’alor’s contacts was based on Coruscant and did not really send his intel out due to safety precautions.

Therefore, Mand’alor Jaster Mereel had taken some of his closest verd’e and made the trip to Keldab’ika to get the intel in person. The Goran was unaware of the details of the intel– so was Mereel as it seemed, but it was important enough for the man to go out of his way to obtain it.

They had agreed to meet with the source that day but were called a few hours before they were supposed to meet because the source had a ‘little red-haired issue’ he needed to deal with. They agreed to attempt to meet up the next day.

The only reason the Goran had not protested to the idea was because the source was Dexter Jettster– a well trusted ally to the Haat’ade and a trustworthy source.

As it turned out, it was a blessing of the Manda in disguise because not even an hour after they were supposed to leave, Jan’ika called with the news that his buir had been attacked. Jango was the ad of the Goran’s old apprentice– their hibir– Jaster Mereel.

Someone had hurt their hibir and they would pay for that.

The Goran’s hibir who had been like their own ad had been beaten near death. Jango had seen it before he was told to run by his buir.

“Jan’ika!” The Goran was quick to approach his bu’ad and picked him up. “Me’bana?”

“Buir, kadala.” Jango sniffed, burying his head into the Goran’s neck. “The– the Coruscant carbur’e cornered us and they started beating buir.”

They would pay for that.

“Where? Did you see them? Was your HUD recording?” The Goran sat with the young boy.

“Nyac.” Jango shook his head. “I think buir was.”

They would need to look at the footage later. For now, Jango needed him. “Did they hurt you?”

“Buir said to run.” Jango shook his head before perking up and looking around eagerly, “I found a burc’ya mando’ad! He was– said he was moving the speeder.”

The Goran frowned behind his buy’ce, “What about him?”

“He scared the carbur’e off.” Jango insisted, “Carried buir to the speeder and brought us here. Where is he, bu’bajir?”

“Nakar’mir, bu’ad.” If they were Mandalorian, someone was bound to know them though. The Goran would thank them when they would meet.

For now, the Goran settled and pressed his buy’ce to his bu’ad.

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The myth of Master Ben Naasade was a popular gossip topic amongst the Temple.

So when Master Naasade was scheduled to teach an extra class about the basics of the primary lightsaber Forms– not a class for Master’s or Knights but for Padawans– many signed up.

The class was filled with curious and hesitant Padwan’s all eager to see more of the Temple’s latest mystery.

The Knights and Masters complained about the man but seemed to respect him in an odd way. They seemed to dislike the man yet continuously returned to the man’s classes and continuously participated in mock duels. Opinion was strangely divided when it came to Master Ben Naasade.

The enigma greeted the participants with a difficult inquiry the moment they walked in– something he hadn’t done before as far as anyone was aware.

Once it became clear Master Naasade was going to do this with everyone that entered, a young red haired Initiate with bright blue eyes attempted to slip out of the training dojo unnoticed but Master Naasade’s keen eyes caught him regardless.

“Initiate. Come here for a moment, please?”

The boy stiffened and slowly turned, “Sorry, wrong room.”

“Is that so? You weren’t… trying to sneak in to train alongside most of your creche clan, even though these lessons are meant for Padawan, correct?”

It sounded like something Ben would have done in his youth.

Especially since Quinlan was here. He and his own Quinlan had done plenty of things similar to this, it wouldn’t be a stretch.

Before Ben Naasade stood little Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Had he really been that tiny before? No wonder people felt the need to get into his business all the time. Obi-Wan looked like a breeze could knock him off his feet and Ben almost believed that if it wasn’t for the determination bubbling up in the Force.

“N–” The Initiate stopped, “Yes. But it’s not fair! All extra classes are for Padawan! How are initiates supposed to improve when no one wants to teach them?!”

There was that anger. While emotions and feelings fade with time, Ben remembered the frustration of endless deadends when he tried to improve.

Back when the reason no Master ever picked him was because he wasn’t good enough– or well, that is what he believed at the time.

“I– I’m sorry Master, that was–”

“You have brought up quite the inquiry.” Ben smiled down at the Initiate, “Why do you wish to follow this class?”

“To improve my skills.”

“And what goal do you wish to reach by doing so?”

“To become a better Jedi.”

“Is to be Jedi, to be good at Lightsaber combat?” Ben paused to let the question sink in, “Join the others, initiate. We will speak after today’s lesson.”

“Yes Master.” The initiate bowed before speeding off to his friends.

Master Naasade proved to be a gruelling teacher. He was stern and demanding but fair and didn’t ask more than could be given. That didn’t mean he didn’t push until one had reached their limit.

All the Padawans were exhausted by the end of it. How could the basic forms cause this much exhaustion? They should have been long past it. However, Master Naasade strove for perfection and made that very clear in the first lesson. He even gave homework.

Overall, the class was fairly basic.

To the horror of every participant, Master Naasade seemed disappointed by what he saw.

Whatever baseline they had shown had displeased the Master and that in turn upset the Padawan’s. Some left upset, others left unsure of their abilities. For a Master as experienced as Naasade to be disappointed was worse than an angry Master.

Obi-Wan and Quin had all but collapsed once Master Naasade announced the end of the lesson and to warm down for the day.

“Aaarghh, I can’t feel my legs!”

“I don’t think I can stand anymore.”

“My arms are burning.” Obi-Wan groaned as he massaged his sore muscles.

Quin sat up and said, “I bet Master Naasade can’t even keep up with these drills.”

“Are you kidding? He didn’t even break a sweat when he performed the openhanded katas– and he did them perfectly.” Obi-Wan argued, “Master Naasade has more control over the basics than I have ever seen in any other Master.”

“I’m going to hit the fresher, see you later?”

Obi-Wan just nodded. “Yeah.”

He still needed to speak to Master Naasade. Obi-Wan really hoped he wasn’t in trouble for raising his voice but would understand if he was. It had been rude and out of place for an Initiate.

As if Obi-Wan wasn’t in enough trouble already. His adventure on Coruscant with Dex for example– it had caused his Creche Master to ground him for any fun activities not related to Course Work.

Master Naasade approached Obi-Wan just as the Initiate got up again.

“We meet again, Initiate…?” He asked.

Obi-Wan bowed again, “Obi-Wan Kenobi, Master.”

“Indeed.” Master Naasade nodded, “Initiate Kenobi, did you sign up for my class?”

“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan nodded, “Quinlan signed my name on the form.”

“Good. In that case, you weren’t taking the spot of another Padawan. That will make things easier.”

That… that was not the reaction Obi-Wan suspected. “Master?”

“You posed a good question today. Why do Padawan get extra classes, but Initiates do not? A fair inquiry that needs to be answered.” Master Naasade asked Obi-Wan to walk with him, “I asked a question before the lesson, have you thought about it?”

Of course Obi-wan had. It was hard not too,

‘Is to be Jedi, to be good at Lightsaber combat?’

“I think the ability to protect oneself as well as those around them is a necessary aspect of becoming a Knight. However, a Jedi is not necessarily a Knight and thus the answer is no. However if the question was if it would make me a better Knight than the answer should be yes.”

Master Naasade listened to the answer Obi-Wan gave. The Initiate shifted nervously as he was scrutinised by the older man. Then he said, “I see. Meet me here in three days in the morning before first meal. Be ready to train and answer me this; Is the only way for a Jedi to protect, to be a Knight?”

“Ehh..” Obi-Wan panicked. He had carefully thought about his answer before but this was a hard question and Obi-Wan knew that the answer he was going to give would probably not satisfy it.

“In three days, Initiate.” Master Ben nodded at Obi-Wan before turning on his heel and marching out, leaving Obi-Wan dumbstruck.

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Jaster Mereel woke up later the next day, hurt and worried but glad to be alive. He didn’t remember much but the Goran was searching for answers while Jaster recovered. Thankfully, Myles was able to take Jango for the contract the Haat’ade had accepted and was not there to worry over Jaster.

The Goran entered the medical room a week later, “Something has come up.”

Mand’alor Jaster Mereel looked up wearily, “‘Something’ being–?” The poor man had a lot on his plate. Between the seemingly never ending civil war between the Haat’ade and Kyr’tsad and his duties as Mand’alor Mereel hadn’t had a moment of rest. “Please tell me this isn’t about Dexter, I know he is less than ideal but he is a friend and–”

The Goran replied, revealing a datapad and handing it over to Mereel.

Upon watching the footage, Mereel’s facial expression changed several times. It started with Jango and him getting cornered, Jango running off after Jaster told him to and Jaster getting beat up. It went on for long minutes– painfully long minutes before Jaster landed on his face and the footage turned dark.

Mereel was about to hand the datapad back until he listened as sounds suggested a change in scenario. Listening carefully, Mereel could make out some muffled speech before Jaster was turned to lay on their back.

A hooded and armoured stranger was in frame for a moment, Jaster could see their blue eyes– the fire in them as he spoke to the guards. “–happened for you to beat this person down.” Their voice was stern and clearly not amused.

“Guard business, Jedi, leave.”

Jetii? That Mando was a Jetii?

“I am afraid I can not do that.” The Jedi stood, leaving the frame, “What are your names?”

Mereel looked at the Goran, “Did you write their names down?”

“Elek.” The Goran nodded, “We have already started the search.”

“Jate.” Mereel continued to watch and listen.

“Leave.” If it hadn’t been clear that the stranger was a Jetii before, it was now. The sound of a Jetii’kad was not easily faked, though Jaster doubted he had ever seen that particular colour before. It might be because it was a reflection but it looked– odd.

The footage began to shake as the Jetii easily lifted Jaster and ran out of the alley they had been in, speaking to someone off screen. “Come on, I need you to give me directions to the baar’ur.”

Mando’a– what the kriff?

Jango seemed to be with the Jetii–? Mando’ad–? Both?– and gave directions to Keldab’ika. They could use those to find where all of this happened, that was good.

The footage shook again as Jaster was carried into the medical facility and the stranger shouted, “Baar’ur!”

The footage cut to black but not before Jaster heard faint protest and the stranger telling someone to, “Let them do their job.”

Mereel leaned back in his seat. The guards had identified the stranger as a Jetii but they wore beskar’gam and spoke Mando’a. “Who is the verd?”

“That is the ‘something’.” The Goran repeated. “No Mando’ad in Keldab’ika knows him. The Baar’ur’e claimed he was with Jango until I arrived, yet they didn’t speak to him. All accounts are the same, a humanoid adult able to carry a verd wearing full beskar’gam. He is not in any database, not even that with information about the current Jetiise, he is a Kyr’ta.”

“I don’t know of any Spirit able to fly a speeder.” Mereel raised an eyebrow as he joked but the Goran was serious.

“Jango said the Manda called him towards the Kyr’ta.” The Goran replied, “The Kyr’ta speaks strangely according to him.”

Mereel, straightening once realising just how seriously the Goran was taking all this asked. “Alii’joha?”

The Goran shook their head, “Ancient tongue– Old Mando’a.”

That was… odd. Old Mando’a was not really used anymore and there were few records of the language left nowadays. If the verd spoke that he would have needed to be taught by someone.

“What would you have me do?”

“I owe the Kyr’ta for saving my Aliit.”

A serious claim. “We will look for the Kyr’ta.” Jaster vowed. “We both owe him.”

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Ben Naasade had faced a great many trials in his lifetime.

Coming face to face with Count Dooku– no Master Yan Dooku– seemed to be one of the hardest ones. Mostly for the reason that Ben had not expected to see the man that had caused him so much pain during the Clone Wars– who killed so many of his men in cold blood.

In the back of his mind, Ben had been aware of the relationship between Master Sifo-Dyas and Master Dooku. He never realised that it would mean that his old foe would interrupt the peaceful afternoon tea Ben was having with Sifo-Dyas.

Upon realising how much the two had in common, Sifo-Dyas had taken it upon himself to invite Ben whenever he felt well enough to host guests in his apartment. Ben had found himself appreciating the man and his connection to the Unifying Force– it felt similar to his own– and thus a casual friendship was formed.

Ben was calmly enjoying his tea when the door to Sifo-Dyas’ apartment slid open to reveal a younger version of the tall and menacing Count Ben had fought all those years ago.

In hindsight, Ben was glad his hilt and kyber were separately kept because he might have done something that he could not take back if that weren’t the case. For a split second, Ben was about to leap up to defend both himself as well as Sifo-Dyas, the next Ben realised he was not Obi-Wan and that he was drinking his H’kak tea.

The aborted move to take on a defensive stance did not go unnoticed by Sifo-Dyas but Master Dooku seemed too tired to even realise there was another being besides his dearest friend inside the apartment.

“Yan! You’re back early.” Sifo-Dyas jumped up to greet the man.

Ben blinked in confusion as he watched the two embrace in a way that reminded him of something a little more than just ‘close friends’ while holding his cup up to his nose.

H’kak tea. Ben was not dreaming or hallucinating. This was real. The Light clinging to Dooku was real as was the fondness both men radiated as they greeted each other.

“Have you met Master Ben Naasade yet?”

Ben blinked again as Sifo-Dyas led Dooku to the low table and had him sit down in front of Ben.

Reeling himself in, Ben shut himself tightly in the shielding he had not felt the need to use in the time he had been living in the Temple. It seemed to shock both Dooku and Sifo-Dyas as they almost sprung to their feet.

“Ben? Are you quite alright?”

Clearing his throat, Ben set his tea down and nodded, “I am afraid I forgot another responsibility. I must take my leave. Apologies.” He said as he got up, bowed to the two Master’s and made his escape.

How many old ghosts would he be seeing before he got used to it?

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“A Master from the Temple on Jedha?” Dooku asked as he watched the man without a Force Presence leave the apartment of his good friend.

“Ah, no.” Sifo-Dyas seemed put out by the hasty exit of his new friends as he looked at Yan, “Master Ben Naasade was raised in the Coruscant Temple.”

Dooku narrowed his eyes for a moment, “I do not recall meeting him. He seems to be our age.”

“A little younger than us.” Sifo-Dyas corrected. “He just seems– older. Tired even. He is a very skilled fighter though he had told me little of his Padawan or Knight years. Ben is Temple bound for the time being, the Council was quite shocked at his appearance but he knows too much for it not to be true.”

“Strange indeed.” Dooku hummed as he picked up Ben’s abandoned tea cup and sniffed it. “What a foul scent.”

“It tastes even fouler.” Sifo-Dyas joked. “I think he drinks it to train himself to deal with Grand Master Yoda’s swamp tea. He gifted me some great blends that I had never even heard of before, yet usually drinks that blend.”

Dooku looked at the cup in curiosity. This seemed worse than swamp tea but Dooku was probably biassed on that opinion– he had been forced to consume that biohazard one too many times.

“A skilled fighter, you say?”

“Oh Yan, you should see him whilst he is training his classes. He is a stern teacher but I can see his pupils improving each day! They want to make him proud.” Sifo-Dyas nodded, “He always seems disappointed with their skills so they try to impress him. Come to think of it, I don’t think I have ever even seen him draw his saber when sparring– he always manages to defeat his opponent without.”

That caught Dooku’s attention. A skilled fighter himself Dooku knew how hard it was to gain the kind of respect Jedi would need to have to truly give everything in classes. He had taught many advanced Lightsaber courses and yet it was still troubling to improve on the lacking skills most Knights seem to deem enough.

“I think I would like to see that.” Dooku mused as he smelled Ben’s tea once more and even dared to take a sip.

Swamp tea was better than whatever torturous biohazard that blend was.

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Ben was not an idiot.

He had seen the Mandalorians out and about more and more. He was on his bi-weekly trip to the little tea shop in the lower levels. Keldab’ika was nowhere near it and yet when Ben arrived at the shop there were at least five in sight, seemingly on patrol.

They were likely looking for the guards that had beaten that poor Mandalorian half to death in front of his son. Ben had already gotten them fired after he filed his complaint– for all the difficulty the Senate gave the Jedi they did take their complaints seriously– mostly because they hardly ever happened. Jedi put up with a lot of kark before they deemed it too far.

Entering the tiny shop, Ben greeted Kelder, “Afternoon Kelder.”

“Hello boy.” The older man replied, “Back for the filth you dare to call tea?”

Ben smiled, a rare but real smile. “As long as you sell it.”

“How did the other blends taste? One changed your shameful ways yet.”

Kelder had been attempting to find a good alternative to the H’kak tea Ben had been buying every other week but had no success so far.

“Afraid not.” Ben shook his head, “Though my friend appreciates them very much.”

“At least they won’t go to waste.” The man grumbled. “Just how much tea do you drink to finish an entire box in two weeks?”

“Plenty.” Ben shrugged. Multiple cups a day– tea was consumed a lot in the Temple and Ben was going to enjoy the luxury as long as he could. “How much is left?”

Kelder muttered something below his breath.

Smiling, Ben leaned on the counter, “Excuse me, what was that?”

“I ordered more.”

The grin on Ben’s face grew wider at the admittance. “I knew you liked me.”

“Don’t take it personally, a regular is a regular.” Kelder waved Ben off. “Wipe that smirk off your face, boy.”

Kelder made a point of slamming yet another box of quality tea on the counter, “12 credits, you’ve got that?”

“For you I’ll round it up.”

“See, this is why I am paying for the filth you somehow stuff down your throat.” Kelder pointed out.

Ben just laughed as he bagged his goods and the H’kak tea and said his goodbyes, “I will see you in two weeks, friend.”

“Before you go–”

Turning on his heel, Ben tilted his head, “Yes?”

“There’s Mando’s around ever since you dropped by that first time. Anything to do with that?”

Well... From a certain point of view. “Why is that?”

“If you are in trouble, kid. I have ways of helping you. Mando’s are dangerous beings, make no mistake, I help my friends.”

Interesting, “I am not the one they are looking for.” Ben replied, “Guards beat up one of their own, I aided them. That is all.”

Kelder seemed unconvinced. “They asked after you the other day. If I have seen someone matching your description. The offer is always open, stubborn child.”

They had been asking after Ben? Why? Better keep some distance. “I will be careful, thank you for the information.”

“Keep safe, kid.” Kelder hummed, “I have a friend– Dexter Jettster– he deals in arms but he is an honest one. If you need something he will help you if you say my name.”

Kelder was connected to Dex?! Ben never knew that. “I will remember that.”

Leaving the store with more than he came to buy, Ben slipped his hood over his head and moved along the busy crowd. It was near the evening again and on the same lookout balcony, Ben halted.

There was still so much to do. So long as Ben had time to go out and buy his teas, there was time for reflection. Once that passed, it was time to solve the issues he saw– he had already started.

The Force– strong and Light as ever– greeted Ben as an old friend. A breeze blowing Ben’s hood off and moving his robes. As if a hand gently brushed through his hair– as if the Force was comforting him.

The beautiful colours painting the atmosphere. Another melody in the cool and icy evening air. Marching in the background.

Ben closed his eyes, listening to it.

A soft and sad song but one Ben related to. Ben listened to the beats pounding in his ears– the marching of the Vod’e who had given their lives up for Ben, willingly or not.

It was the shift of armour, the clang of Beskar against Beskar, snapped Ben out of his quiet reflection and mourning.

Ben opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. Behind him were three Mando’s approaching him from all sides and cornering him.

When had they noticed him? It didn’t matter.

Glancing back over the balcony railing Ben pondered on if leaping over the railing would be a bad idea or not. Turning to face those approaching him, Ben tilted his head.

“Tion’cuy?”

“Naasade.” Ben replied as he jumped back onto the railing, spread his arms and let himself fall back.

He was amused by the shocked shouts but was quick to turn in the air and boost himself into a nearby gap between two structures he easily slid down. Now to find a way to the Temple– and inform the Order of an unabandoned speeder in need of being picked up.

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Ben: *Myth*

Padawans upon learning Ben is offering classes: Don’t mind if we do.

Obi-Wan: I may not be a Padawan yet, but me too.

Ben: *Too interested to see what little Obi will do if Ben gently nudges him into a different direction* Sure kid, but you all are going to be answering philosophical questions so you will actually learn to think before you decide to pull your Lightsaber to kill.

Ben: *Casually going about his business*

Goran: A stranger speaking old Mando’a, rescuing Mando’ade and identified as a Jetii.

Goran: Must be a Kyr’ta of the olden days! What if he is Mand’alor Vizsla’s hibir haunting Keldabe?!

Mereel: Alright, you know I love this kind of thing but let’s be realistic–

Goran: We need to find him!

Mereel: *Breaking under the bare minimum of pressure* Fine.

Ben: *Trying to enjoy his disgusting tea with his new friend*

*A wild Jedi Master Yan Dooku appeared*

Ben: *Barely contained panic as he watches two lovers reunite* I– I think I left the stove on! Bye!

Sifo-Dyas: *Confused* huh, weird.

Dooku: *Suspicious* Indeed.

Dooku: Who was that?

Dooku: *Roasts Ben’s tea by comparing it to Yoda’s swamp tea*

Sifo-Dyas: *Gushing about his new friend– he now has a grand total of two friends* He is nice and determined and really good at fighting.

Dooku: *Happy for Sifo-Dyas* Perhaps there is something good about him– even if it is not his taste in tea.

Ben: *Shocked to learn that Kelder is friends with Dex* Wait, what do you deal in then?

Kelder: Don’t worry about it.

Ben: *Pondering life*

Mando’s: Who are you?

Ben: *Finding himself hilarious* Nobody.

Ben: *Throws himself off a balcony and vanishes*

Mando’s: *Panic*

Mando’s: *Upon finding no sign of a dead Ben* He is a Kyr’ta! Call the Goran!

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Hibir - Student

Goran be Keldabe - The Armourer of Keldabe

Me’bana - What happened?

Buir, kadala - Parent, hurt.

carbur’e - Guardians

Burc’ya - Friend

Ba’bajir - grand-teacher (Play on ba’buir- grandparent)

Nakar’mir, bu’ad - I don’t know, grandchild

Mand’alor - Soulruler

Su oyayc - Still alive

Jate - Good

Mando’ad - Mandalorian

Alii’joha - Clan dialect

Kyr’ta - Spirit or ghost (combination of Kar’ta - heart/soul, and Kyr’am - death)

Tion’cuy - who goes there (Or well, close enough at least)

Naasade - nobody

Chapter 4: The Future Is Always In Motion

Chapter Text

Chapter 4; The Future Is Always In Motion

Ashka Boda was an intense man.

He was on the olderside– almost a Jedi Elder but not quite yet. His eyes pierced straight into Ben’s soul from the moment Ben stepped into his office.

“On time. Very good.” The man muttered, standing and bowing to greet Ben.

“I would not wish to disappoint.” Ben replied serenely.

“Vokara tells me you do not wish to be here.” Master Boda deadpanned. “No need for all that– drop the political mask and sit down.”

No nonsense type of man, Ben could respect that. He did as was demanded and took a seat, matching Master Boda’s scrutinising gaze.

After a while, Master Boda spoke up. “You are a soldier.”

“What makes you say that?”

“The way you straighten whenever addressed. They way your eyes glanced around the room when you entered.” Boda replied. “Tell me, Ben, why do you carry a hidden Lightsaber?”

Ben immediately respected the man. Few realised the Kyber worn on his beskar’gam was not Ben’s only saber. Ben carried his first Kyber crystal against his heart.

But Ben had a second Kyber– one he kept fully constructed and ready for use while the other was split into two parts.

One for quick reactions the other for slow consideration.

Think before you strike or act before you get struck down.

A careful balance.

“To have to think before using one’s saber is essential for peace.” Ben mused, “But I have seen the Dark and know of its surprises. Better to have it, than not to. How did you notice it?”

“You itched for it when the Padawan startled you on your way in.” Boda replied to the unasked question. “You are still getting used to the other living beings around you. How long have you been a soldier for those habits to take hold?”

“I have been in and out of war since I was thirteen.” Melida/Daan had been Ben’s start in warfare– he never quite managed to escape it since then. There was always another war to replace whichever one was fought at the moment. It exhausted Ben.

“Yes. I can see.” Boda nodded. “Your Padawan years– how did you end up in war, Ben?”

Somehow, Master Boda managed to pry the tale of Melida/Daan– or well, a slightly altered but close to the truth retelling of those days.

Then Ben found himself talking about his Padawan career– hearing those tales being told outloud made them sound worse than Ben remembered them being.

By the end of the meeting, Ben started to realise just how kriffed up his Padawanship had actually been. Not to mention how it ended.

“So– after you found this young boy, your Master immediately claimed you were ready for Knighthood despite having denied you the right of taking your Knighting trials only a week before?”

Well, when you put it like that. “It was not as bad as it sounds.”

Boda raised an unimpressed eyebrow, “You are supposed to lie to me, not to yourself. Do not worry, we will work on that.”

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Jaster pursed his lips as his verd’e gushed about the Kyr’ta they had seen.

A ghost of the past aiding Mandalorians. It seemed ridiculous but they were all so convinced of it but after weeks of keeping an eye out they had only caught glimpses and spoken to the verd a grand total of once.

The meeting with Dexter went well at least. “That’s the last of it, Mereel, every dirty little detail.”

“Vor’e, friend.” Jaster nodded as he pocketed the datachip. Information on their enemies was hard to come by but Dex always managed. “What was the reason for the delay?”

“Well, someone stole the data chip.” Dex sighed. “Then I got it back. Just had to give the one to give it back a ride home which is why I couldn’t make the meeting. Apologies.”

“No need.” Jaster replied. They were about to leave when Jaster remembered something. “Hey Dex? How good are you at locating beings on Coruscant?”

“I have a contact, why?”

“Well…”

—--------------------

Obi-Wan was on time.

Something Ben truly appreciated. “Initiate. Do join me.”

“The way for a Jedi to protect comes in many different ways.” Obi-Wan said immediately, “It can be through healing or through aiding in the wake of catastrophic events. It is not just the Knights that protect.”

“Indeed?” Ben asked, looking at the younger and innocent version of who he had once been.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan seemed certain of his answer, “Protection is not just through use of a lightsaber. But I don’t think it matters anymore, Master.”

Ben frowned, “Why not?”

“Master Jinn doesn’t want me. No Master does.”

Ben’s shoulders sacked. Had the Initiate sparring duels already happened? Had Qui-Gon already rejected Obi-Wan? While he didn’t remember how much it had hurt him, Ben could feel the aching pain in the Force.

“Surely that is not true?” Ben pursed his lips.

Oh Force– Bandomeer– it was right around the corner.

It was then that Master Jinn approached the two of them. “I see they have yet to send you to the Agri-Corp?”

What? That was just cruel.

Ben looked at Obi-Wan who looked close to crying. “What did you just say?” Ben asked, facing his own former Master for the first time since they had seen each other as Force Ghosts.

“The Initiate is too emotional to become a Jedi, he is doomed to fa–”

“Don’t you dare.” Master Naasade’s tone was low and dangerous.

—--------------------

“What do you make of it?” Jaster asked as they reviewed the footage of the Kyr’ta.

“They must have been sent by the Manda. Perhaps a hibir from Mand’alor Vizsla. A Jetii’Mando’ad.” The Goran insisted. “If the Manda wills it, we will meet.”

Jaster hoped so.

The Kyr’ta was handsome for a spirit.

—------------------

Obi-Wan swallowed thickly.

The quiet mysterious Master who rarely showed intense emotions, who had been so perfectly polite and kind to everyone he came in contact with, had made a 180 degree turn. He sounded dangerous like Obi-Wan had never heard a Master speak before.

There was an edge to his tone, one that felt both feral and warning, a threat to any in his way.

“Don’t you dare push your failure, your fears onto an Initiate.” Master Naasade grabbed Obi-Wan’s shoulder and pulled him back against him in a protective grip, “If I make the decision to take Obi-Wan on as my Padawan, then that has nothing to do with you.”

“That– I–”

“No.” The burning edge of Master Naasade’s tone hit everyone in the room, “You rejected Initiate Kenobi in a cruel manner when he asked you to become his Master– which already takes a lot of courage to ask. You have no right to speak of him. You may have had your reasons to reject him, but do not think for a second you influenced my decision making with your flawed views.”

“I challenge you to a duel.”

Master Naasade ignored Master Jinn and turned to the red eyed Initiate and crouched down in front of Obi-Wan. “Will you allow me to fight for you?”

“Would you?” Came the quiet and tearful question.

Perhaps his Mind Healer had been right, perhaps his Master had scarred him more than Ben realised.

“Only if that is your choice. If that’s what you want.”

A choice rather than a demand. Master Naasade was laying the choice with Obi-Wan, no one had ever done that for him before. “Please.”

“I accept.” Master Naasade called without turning his back to Obi-Wan. “I will see you tomorrow in the training hall.”

Obi-Wan stiffened a little as Master Naasade grabbed onto him and stood holding him. While a little uncomfortable, Obi-Wan quickly melted against Master Naasade and let the older Jedi carry him off.

About an hour later, Obi-Wan was sitting on the sofa of the small apartment Master Naasade lived in.

It was bare, little to no personal effects, and little colour. Obi-Wan didn’t really care about it, he was just glad to be away from everyone for a while. Master Naasade’s apartment was in a wing Obi-Wan had thought to be uninhabited which meant no one could really find it easily.

Master Naasade had invited Obi-Wan to stay with him, promising to inform his creche Master about him sleeping over until after the duel in the very least. Obi-Wan was fine staying in the small apartment while Master Naasade busied himself with datapads and getting food for the two of them.

He had sat with Obi-Wan while he cried without any judgement. Obi-Wan had been zoning out until he heard Master Naasade speak up.

“Padawan Vos.” Master Naasade greeted. “I figured you would come here sooner or later. Keep an eye on him. I must do some– errands.”

Sooner rather than later, Quinlan had Obi-Wan wrapped in a thick blanket and comforted him as Master Naasade left the apartment.

—-------------------

“Ben.” Sifo-Dyas opened the door for his friend and allowed him inside. “Come in.”

“I am sure you heard by now?”

“Yes.” The other man nodded, “Not many speak favourable of Master Jinn due to what they overheard.”

Ben sat on the couch of Sifo-Dyas’ apartment and glared into space, “I had a Master like that– he didn’t want me but was convinced to take me on. I think I repressed most of it but some of my biggest scars– mentally and physically– were because of choices that man made regarding me.”

‘Master Jinn was my Master and I am only now beginning to realise how badly he treated me’

Sifo-Dyas looked saddened, “I am sorry to hear that.” He muttered before pursing his lips thoughtfully. “Perhaps… I saw something. A vision. It may– aid you in your troubled state.”

Confused, Ben looked up at the man and nodded for him to continue.

“I saw you with a young man that looked an awful lot like you. I thought it was your son at first but– I think it might be Initiate Kenobi now.”

Could Ben truly be a Master to his younger self? Could he teach a different version of himself?

The Force answered yes.

—----------------------

And so the dawn of the day of the duel broke.

To say that Obi-Wan was nervous was the understatement of the decade. He had barely slept after he had woken up from his sob session with Master Naasade the day before. The Master in question had not been there when he woke up. Only a note stating that he was in the archives to gather some information, on what topic wasn’t clear.

Obi-Wan spent the morning pacing the apartment he was granted asylum in. The morning passed, no sign of Master Naasade, then the afternoon followed, still nothing. Only an hour before the duel did Master Naasade return to the apartment to find Obi-Wan in a clear state of distress.

“Oh darling, you should have commed me.” The Master said the minute he spotted the puffy eyes and red stained cheeks on the young Initiate.

“I didn’t want to be a bother, Master.”

Master Naasade frowned, “None of that, you are far from a burden.”

Then why would Master Qui-Gon challenge him for his right to be Padawan? If that was the case, then why hadn’t he been picked by a Master before now? Did Master Naasade even want him? Or was he just a point to proof with the unfortunate consequence of having to teach him?

“No, Obi-Wan, stop that.” Master Naasade pulled Obi-Wan out of his spiral, “No need for that. You are not a burden. Even if Qui-Gon Jinn hadn’t forced my hand, I likely would have asked you to become my Padawan when the time was right. You are a good student and will become a wonderful Jedi. Whether that is with the Order, or outside of it.”

“...Outside of it?”

“I will not stand for them sending you off to one of the Corps’ when you clearly do not wish to go there.” Master Ben shook his head, “Even if there was a chance that I won’t win this duel, even if I couldn’t stop them from sending you off, I wouldn’t let you down. Even if that means leaving the Order to train you.”

Leaving the Order… it seems like such a far stretch, like something untouchable. Taboo even. Only a handful of Jedi ever left the Order completely.

The galaxy was a dangerous place for Force Sensitives, it was better to keep a safetynet in the form of the Order. What Ben was implying, that meant that he wouldn’t give up on Obi-Wan, even if the Council didn’t agree.

He would leave his home, his people behind, for some Initiate he wished to train.

“Obi-Wan… It has been a long time since the Temple was my home. I care for the beings in these walls, but they make mistakes like any being does. Some mistakes can’t be looked past. I won’t allow them to fail you more than they already have.”

—---------------------------------

Many had heard of the duel and many had come to witness it.

Ben had to bite back a smile– he may not have planned this beforehand but he was certainly prepared now.

The challenge itself had not been anticipated, and Ben had been annoyed with it, Qui-Gon had really thrown him for a loop there. That was until he read into the details of the challenge that Qui-Gon had raised.

A challenge to gain a Padawan. It was simple really, if Qui-Gon Jinn won, then Obi-Wan would be his charge. Qui-Gon had already rejected Obi-Wan and would try to make sure the Initiate would never see Padawanship in his lifetime. Ben had accepted the duel, mostly to avoid that from happening.

It was the Force that made him look into the challenge more in depth. The rule of Code Qui-Gon had initially evoked stated that it would bind the winner to the Padwan. It was to ensure the Padawan would come out with a Master, something that would not be happening if Qui-Gon won.

While Ben regretted leaving the young Initiate alone with his worries for the day– and he had not realised how severe they were up until the moment he stepped through his door an hour ago– he found it necessary to prepare for the inevitable consequences of the duel today.

When Ben and Obi-Wan walked into the training hall, the tribunes were packed. It didn’t happen too often that two Masters felt the need for an official duel, so many saw it as a learning opportunity or simply the talk of the day.

“Go sit with Master Tholme.” Ben instructed, mentioning where he knew the other Master and his Padawan to be. Obi-Wan would need their support to keep from spiralling because of the stress.

“Yes, Master Naasade.” Obi-Wan didn’t look at him, making Ben frown as he caught Obi-Wan’s shoulders and crouched down to make eye contact.

“It will all be as the Force wishes it to be.” Ben promised. “Worry not, you will walk out a Padawan yet.”

Obi-Wan didn’t reply but did quickly hug the Master before rushing off to the side. Ben’s adversary was already there, warming up his muscles while observing Ben. Ben looked back, holding eye contact until the other broke it.

Setting his stuff down at a bench in the far corner, Ben started to prepare himself. He had gotten some training gear from the housemaster and wore that below his usual amount of robes. Armour was not allowed in Jedi Duels without agreement from both parties, Ben was not in the mood to discuss that at the present moment.

Tatooine had forever ruined his sense of heat, as everywhere seemed to be too cold or chilly for Ben. It meant he was usually packed up in several layers of robes in an attempt to keep his body heat steady. However, fighting in loose Jedi robes was not ideal, it would be a hindrance to Ben and give Qui-Gon too much of an advantage.

So Ben wore a tight blouse-like tunic that Jedi often wore when training.

Instead of his usual greys, they were a dark navy blue. The cut left his arms uncovered and the deep v revealed a large amount of chest– his scars were on display, a small price to pay in the lack of preparation time he had.

He was acutely aware of the stares when he stipped his robes and started some warm-up movements himself. Ben ignored his audience and the gasps that followed as he perfectly executed the kata’s of the first three lightsaber forms. In his experience, they were better than the warm-ups the Order taught them, as they hit all the muscles he would need without spending too much time.

It didn’t take him long and when he was finished, he once again surprised everyone present as he glanced at the time and promptly sat down in a meditative pose.

The Force felt tense, Ben didn’t doubt everyone could feel it. He took the time he had left to meditate on his decisions and how they might affect the future he was trying to avoid. By changing Obi-Wan’s Master, he would change happenings on all the missions he had gone on himself as a Padawan. Some were not of a large impact, others worried Ben.

He made a mental note to make a list of those missions and take time to meditate on ways to solve them.

When the new hour was about to start, Ben got abruptly up, matching the exact time the bell rang that announced the start of the challenge.

“Master Qui-Gon Jinn, Master Ben Naasade, please step up here.”

A Knight of unknown name called out to them. Once they did, he explained some of the rules and how the challenge would be enacted.

It was like Ben had prepared. The challenger states their stakes and the price for victory, the challenged would name their own price. The challenge was officiated by the Knight who was leading the challenge and officiated by Masters of the contestant choices.

“Master Jinn, please state your challenge.” He called out for everyone to hear once all was explained.

“I challenge Ben Naasade in order to prevent him from taking on an unworthy Initiate with the purpose of seeing him Knighted.” Qui-Gon calmly stated. “My claim will be that Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi cannot be claimed by him.”

Ben had been planning on letting Qui-Gon go down with grace, he just lost that privilege.

“Master Naasade?”

“I accept the challenge in order to prevent the injustice done to Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi and to gain the right of taking him as my Padawan learner.” Ben countered, “My claim will be that Master Qui-Gon Jinn is to be sent to a soul healer and that the Master works with them to resolve the sorrows of his past in order to become a better Jedi.”

If Qui-Gon could disrespect Ben, then so could he. Petty? Sure, but Ben never claimed to be anything but petty.

“Please state your witnesses for the record.”

“I elected Grand Master Yoda and Master Thal.” Qui-Gon straightened.

Ben had failed to realise the little troll amongst the audience, but once he spotted him, he also spotted the other Council Masters. “I elect Master Sifo-Dyas and Master Windu.”

‘Sorry Mace, but you are one of the voices the Council might listen too. Even if you’re wary of me now, that may still change in the future.’

“Let it be known that Grand Master Yoda, Master Mace Windu, Master Thal and Master Sifo-Dyas are the official witnesses of this duel. Should there be any doubt to the claim or the victors of this challenge, they will and must answer to the council truthfully.”

They needed at least two Councillors to officiate the challenge according to the old code. Obi-Wan would be fine as long as Ben won.

“The saber settings will be on sparring mode, this duel is until one admits defeat. Any injuries given or obtained will not change the score unless they are with lethal intent. Any lethal interventions will be met by immediate disqualification and result in the opposite party's victory.” The Knight continued, “With all that, you may begin the challenge.”

The Knight exited the sparring mat and took their place on the observers stage. He would be seeing to the fairness of the duel.

Ben stood calmly, his hands clasped behind his back with one of his sabers in his dominant one. While Qui-Gon fell into the opening stance of Ataru, Ben did not do such thing and simply stared down at the other man.

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The hall was silent, deadly so.

Everyone waited in anticipation, Obi-Wan included. He sat on the edge of the tribune, squeezed between Master Tholme and Quinlan.

No one had sparred with Master Naasade before but many had come up with stories about the man. They hoped to catch a glimpse of him fighting, so he may prove their theory.

Master Ben wasn’t here for them, or for Master Qui-Gon, he was here for Obi-Wan.

The match started, neither moved.

Neither blinked.

Several minutes must have passed before one finally lost their patience. No surprise, it was Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He opened with a well executed attack that Master Ben seemed to have anticipated.

He simply moved out of the way. His hands remained clasped behind his back, saber unlit.

“Why isn’t he fighting back?” Quinlan frowned.

Obi-Wan gasped, “What is he doing?”

Master Tholme just looked at the duel with great interest and a soft look of confusion on his face. Confusion passed through Qui-Gon as well as he frowned and attempted another attack, only to be neatly dodged again.

To spectators, Ben seemed to be dancing to an unknown rhythm, an unheard beat. He moved with grace, as if carried by the Force itself. Under the green of Qui-Gon’s saber, past the man in close range and around the man as he twisted to keep up.

After about five minutes of this, Ben suddenly changed strategies. Qui-Gon Jinn was visibly breathing, which told Obi-Wan that he was starting to feel the results of his careless attacking.

Ataru was a flashy and fast form. It was tough to keep up with and hit hard when an attack was executed properly. That being said, it tired the user out faster than most other lightsaber forms.

“Master, why is Ben doing that?”

“He’s tiring Master Jinn out.” Tholme replied without taking his eyes off the fight, “Ataru takes a lot of stamina, it is meant for a quick fight or a single manoeuvre. There’s not many that can last a fight like this using the form.”

Obi-Wan pondered the answer as he observed one last carefully executed dodge on Ben’s part. The Master then used a Force push to make Qui-Gon stumble. With the small amount of distance gained, Ben finally removed his hands from his back and lit his saber.

It was piercing blue. A deep toned blue, like a deep and purely blue ocean.

Ben’s kyber’s song is a melody of sadness, of sorrow and pain. Obi-Wan could hear it, it made him wonder, who was Ben Naasade exactly, to have a Kyber that mourned so deeply.

Sad but powerful, full of experience and a lifetime of challenges that they had faced together and overcome together.

Finally, Master Ben Naasade fell into the Soresu opening. The all too familiar stance was perfectly executed and carefully polished.

Only then did the real fight begin.

The first time their sabers clashed, Ben was calm but stood strong. He looked like an unmoving force as he blocked all the attacks Qui-Gon Jinn laid down on him.

“He is playing with him.” Tholme muttered, “Naasade is letting Jinn tire himself out while he obtains the upperhand.”

Then something changed.

Master Ben moved on from defensive fighting to attacking.

As Jinn continued to bash on Ben’s iron defences, Ben started to parry attacks. The balance of the battle shifted into Naasade’s favour like the drop of a credit. Soon Jinn was forced to use Soresu as Ben utilised every single opening his opponent left.

Then from one moment to the next, Ben was able to kick Jinn’s lightsaber from his hands and caught it. Two sabers in hand, Ben aimed for Jinn’s throat.

“Concede.” Naasade sounded like a different man, his voice dark and serious.

Jinn raised his hands, out of breath. “I concede.”

Silence again. Then cheering from the hall. What a fight it had been.

Obi-Wan watched in awe as the Knight from before stepped onto the sparring mat and proclaimed Naasade the winner.

“You’re a Padawan!” Quinlan cheered, shaking the shocked Obi-Wan as he tried to wrap his head around the events that occurred before his eyes only moments before. “Obi! Congratulations!”

Many Jedi around them congratulated Obi-Wan with his new Master and wished him well in the journey ahead of him.

“What just happened?”

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Instead of being able to reunite with his Padawan in peace, Ben was ushered out of the training hall and into a meeting room around the corner by Yoda along with some of the Council members.

“To be Master Jinn’s Padawan, Obi-Wan is meant to be.”

“Master Jinn has publicly rejected my Padawan on several occasions.” Ben was polite to a tee– in a petty way. “He then challenged me to a duel with as consequence– should Master Jinn win– that Obi-Wan Kenobi would be prohibited from becoming a Padawan under my tutelage. Not only has the Council knowingly dissuaded potential Masters away from Padawan Kenobi, they also failed to see it when he threatened to slip through the cracks.

“You, Master Yoda, should be ashamed of yourself for pushing an Initiate on a Master who is too lost in his past in hopes to pull him back to reality. A Padawan is not meant to act like a bacta patch! They are there to learn and form the new Generation of the Order! The Council should be ashamed for turning a blind eye and I would suggest apologising to my Padawan in the near future rather than punish him for something he had no say in.”

“We never accepted your claim on Obi-Wan.” Windu raised an eyebrow as he pointed it out. It was clear the man had a killer headache– sorry Mace.

“On the contrary, the Code as it is today states and I quote– ‘In the case of a duel to settle the claim on a Padawan. Should the duel be officially called on and has followed the proceedings according to the Official Dueling Rulebook, the claim on the Padawan will be granted to whomever is named victorious.’– may I remind you that we indeed have followed these rules.” Ben didn’t smirk or move his expression from politely interested at all, but the aura wrapped around him was smug, “I have saved you the trouble of doubting me on my word alone and gathered several accounts on the matter as well as the core text from the aforementioned Rulebook, I sent them this morning.”

They had been outplayed. Oh had they been outplayed.

To deny Ben Naasade the right of Obi-Wan as Padawan would go against their own Code. To prohibit them would be both unbecoming of them and unfair to the young Padawan. It was rare that a Master knew the Code in depth to ensure his victory.

Ben had maybe not called on his right to Challenge anyone for Obi-Wan, but he surely orchestrated Qui-Gon Jinn to do so.

A clever play on the weak spot of a Master he should hardly know of, all to get a Padawan they had planned to be Jinn’s.

“Furthermore, my Padawan and I will be moving into a Master/Padawan apartment later today. No need to trouble yourselves over the details, it has already been taken care of.”

The Quartermaster was going to kill Ben, but Ben could deal with that later on.

“You do understand that if challenged for the right to teach Padawan Kenobi, you are in no state to decline?” Madame Nu smartly threw it on the floor. While she was mostly on Ben’s side, it was only fair for everyone to be on the same page.

“I implore anyone to try, in fact, in fact I encourage it.” Ben smiled while his Padawan seemed to have a midlife crisis, “Any Knight or Master that wishes to take my Padawan from me, has to go through me. Let it be known to all, because I will not back down from this.”

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Ben: My Master was not that bad.

Ashka: You are supposed to lie to me, not yourself.

Ben: Bruhh, there was no good reason to call me out like that.

Ashka: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jaster: You wouldn’t happen to know how to find someone on Coruscant, right?

Dex: Say less, I’ll call my friend.

Dex: *Calls with a description*

Kelder: *Picks up the phone* For kriffs sake Ben.

Jinn: *Insults a Initiate for no good reason*

Ben: *Already in the progress of realising how sh*tty Jinn is as a Jedi Master and seeing his childhood trauma play out in front of him* Ah hellllll no!

Ben: *Proceeds to rip Jinn’s dignity away during their duel if only to make himself feel better*

Council: You can’t take Obi-Wan as your Padwan.

Ben: Bet.

Council: No wait–

Ben: *Finds an ancient loophole which allows him to bypass Council approval*

Ben: *Picks up Obi-Wan* What are you going to do? Break your own precious rules? Ha! *Walks away*

Chapter 5: The Manda Finds A Way

Chapter Text

Chapter 5; Fate Finds A Way

Qui-Gon Jinn was a decent saber wielder, he excelled in Ataru and aggressive negotiations and many agreed him to be on the more advanced side of the spectrum.

However, the skill shown in Ben’s more simplistic moves had been deemed superior by the majority. Ben knew that there would be challenges as a result of his duel with Jinn. Jedi that had observed him and had seen a glimpse of Ben’s abilities.

It is why many challenged Ben when word of an open challenge got out. Not to take Obi-Wan from him, as much as to get a chance to duel with Ben. Their reasons hardly mattered, because not one of them got close to defeating Master Naasade.

Word of Master Naasade’s undefeated winning streak quickly started making its way to other Temples, causing Jedi that hadn’t been to Coruscant in years to come in to watch or give the challenge an attempt themselves.

Obi-Wan had been terrified of being taken from Master Naasade but after the fourth duel, he started to catch on to the fact that Master Naasade fought out experience none of the others had. His fighting style was so different from other Master's, much more practical and yet he still showed off.

The challenges slowed down after a few weeks and Ben’s classes and courses were filled to the brim with interested Jedi.

Besides all that, Master Naasade had been publicly arguing with the Council as if he was one of them rather than a regular Master.

He had argued and used their own laws against them– something that was not done. But as days passed, Obi-Wan started to understand that the Council couldn’t simply take him. Master Naasade was too well prepared and had been kicking against a lot of the foundations of the Order that the Council had given up on their arguments and focussed on the other troubles Naasade had brought to light.

“Padawan? Keep up.”

Padawan.

Padawan.

Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Obi-Wan had never thought that was an option after being rejected by Master Jinn. The only reason he was not on his way to the Argi-Corp today was because of Master Naasade.

Obi-Wan knew that many other Initiates and even other Padawans envied him because Master Naasade chose him.

Today was the first day Master Ben took Obi-Wan out of the Temple and into the city. “Where are we going, Master?” Obi-Wan asked as he climbed into the speeder.

“Well, it is your life-day.” Master Ben started the speeder and flew off the Temple deck, “I figured it would be a good time to get you some things for your room. Besides that, I need to pick up my tea.”

Crunching up his nose, Obi-Wan grimaced, “That orange drap?”

Master Ben gave Obi-Wan a look which had the younger boy apologising.

“Yes, that orange drap. I am sure Kelder will be more than pleased to offer you a blend able to satisfy your requirements, Padawan.”

“I still don’t understand how you can drink that stuff.”

“For most Jedi, meditation grounds them in reality.” Master Ben seemed to lose focus for a moment, “However, much like you, I am more attuned to the Unifying Force. For me, the Force can cause me to confuse my place in time– I confuse my past with the present. I have lived on a planet that had little resources and even less water, H’kak tea was the only blend I could get my hands on. That tea reminds me that I am not in my past when I walk in the grand Temple halls.”

Obi-Wan frowned a little, “So the taste reminds you that you are not in a vision?”

“More or less.” It seemed that Obi-Wan’s guess was not quite as accurate as his Master tried to make it seem.

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It was strange to consider Ben was making a point of giving Obi-Wan a good and exciting Life-day.

Ben’s 12th Life-day had been on Bandomeer– with a slave collar around his neck– giving Obi-Wan what he had wanted all those years ago seemed to heal a tiny bit of his childhood trauma.

What made things even stranger was the fact that it was also Ben’s Life-day.

67 years– 9 of them whilst one with the Force. Ben had never felt older than today. At least his joints didn’t hurt yet. Perhaps this time around, Ben would age more gracefully now that he wasn’t suffering under the twin suns of Tatooine– if he even lived to be that physical age.

Stewjoni’s ageing depends on their surroundings and circ*mstances. In good conditions, Stewjoni can reach 200 standard years, in bad conditions only up to 70. After Tatooine, Ben had looked like he was close to 200 when in reality he had only been in his 50s. He was supposed to be in the at the start of his prime when he faced his former apprentice but instead he was an old man.

Ben had never been optimistic about growing old like that. It wasn’t meant to be. His duty wouldn’t allow it. Obi-Wan however– well, Ben would do everything in his power to have him live out a healthy life.

Snapping out of his sad reminiscing, Ben glanced at his new Padawan who was excitedly looking around. Ben was not meant to get old or settle down. Obi-Wan Kenobi might just be.

Their first stop was a store where Obi-Wan could pick some things to put in his room. Ben allowed him to pick three items. Obi-Wan ended up picking a plush pillow, a thick blanket with a beautiful pattern sewn into it and made of good quality and to Ben’s surprise and horror, a potted plant.

Oh no… Obi-Wan liked plants.

Ben despised plants– mostly due to his bad experiences during his Padawan career. Qui-Gon Jinn always managed to get either toxic plants in their apartment or the odd plant Ben was allergic to. They were never fun to deal with.

Still, Ben allowed the plant because Obi-Wan seemed really excited about it.

Once they had paid for their items, Ben ushered Obi-Wan back into their speeder and took him to the lower levels.

“Am I allowed to go here, Master?”

Ben could hardly believe he was saying this but, “Sometimes, one needs to break a rule to understand its purpose.”

He was such a bad influence on his younger self.

Obi-Wan had looked at him oddly but returned to letting his curious eyes trail along the scenery. Ben just laughed to himself– he had changed much over the years.

Kelder would love to meet Obi-Wan, Ben was sure of it. “Come on, Padawan, we’re here.”

There were still plenty of Mando’s around but Ben had carefully chosen his and his Padawan’s robes to blend in with the locals moving around.

Kelder’s tea shop had a lunch area– it was hardly ever used but Ben figured he and Obi-Wan could get lunch there before heading back to the Temple.

Kelder looked at Ben as they entered, then Obi-Wan, then back up at Ben before deadpanning,

“I was under the impression that Jedi were celibate.”

Ben almost snorted but managed to keep his serene expression on his face. “I assure you, Jedi are not. Kelder, this is my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan, meet my friend, Kelder.”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Obi-Wan bowed to Kelder.

Kelder didn’t seem to buy it, “He looks an awful lot like you, Bennie-boy.”

“We’re both Stewjonian.” Ben shrugged, “I assure you, he is not my biological son.”

Pick your words carefully and you will never lie.

“Nice to meet you, kid. I hope you have a better taste in tea than your teacher does.”

“Most certainly.” Obi-Wan looked offended by the suggestion he would ever like H’kak tea which made Kelder bark out a laugh.

“Good kid.” Kelder praised, “What can I get ya?”

“The usual, whatever blend Obi-Wan would like to have as well as two cups of fresh tea.”

Kelder groaned, “H’kak’s gonna have the place smell horrendous.” He complained.

“I will take an Alderaanian blend.” Ben shook his head at his friends' antics. “Obi-Wan?”

“I have never had any other tea than Temple tea.” Obi-Wan looked a little lost with all the options.

“Temple tea?”

Ben hummed. “It’s the inhouse tea blend of the Jedi Temple, grown and made within the Temple walls. We drink it excessively but some like to have variation and seek out other blends. Why don’t you ask if Kelder has any recommendations, Padawan?”

Kelder looked like he had learned something life changing. “Jedi make tea?!”

Obi-Wan tilted his head, “Yes, sir.”

Flinching at the glare Keldar gave Ben, Ben smiled, “Have I never mentioned it?”

“No.” Kelder gritted. “I must know what it tastes like.”

“Master Ben, don’t you carry it with you whenever you leave the Temple.”

Observant little kriff.

“I do, Padawan.” Ben tried to ignore the glare as he nodded to his Padawan. “Would you like to try it, Kelder?”

“Sit down. I will brew it.”

Obi-Wan picked a booth and Ben slid into it opposite of Obi-Wan. They spoke quietly about what Obi-Wan was going to want to do and what Ben was planning on.

They would start with small missions when Obi-Wan was a little older and had some of the Padawan Coursework done. Ben insisted that knowing the next to missions he would be doing would be too dangerous for him at this stage.

Obi-Wan seemed a little put out at being left in the Temple but said he understood the importance of his Course work and hesitantly agreed.

Kelder had returned with the tea not long after, Alderaanian for Ben and Obi-Wan while he himself tested the Temple tea Ben had handed him. Least to say, Kelder enjoyed it to the point he vowed to make a replica.

Ben pitied the man for his new quest– he had never managed it and doubted it could be done.

As Kelder got up to head back to work, Ben noticed movement outside.

“Finish your tea, Padawan, we’re heading back.”

Obi-Wan looked slightly confused but did as he was told as Ben got up and moved to the counter.

“Did you tip them off?”

“I may have mentioned you drop by every other week.” Kelder muttered. “I wasn’t expecting you to bring the kid.”

“That is just uncivilised.”

Kelder sighed, “In my defence, Dex usually doesn’t just hand intel over to anyone. If it helps, they are not out for your head.”

“It doesn’t.” Ben shook his head, “I do not blame you.”

He had long since come to expect it. Hondo Ohnaka had been much the same– the only reason Dex never sold him out to bounty hunters or other beings was because of the debt the man thought he owed him.

Kelder groaned, “Do not make me feel guilty.”

“I am not.” Ben replied, “Add two boxes of each blend please– we won’t be back for a while.”

Paying, Ben nodded his goodbyes and ushered Obi-Wan out through the back. Of course, Obi-Wan noticed immediately and asked, “Are we not going to the speeder?”

“I’m going to show you how to navigate the public trains back to the Temple.” Ben muttered in reply, pulling the hood of Obi-Wan’s robes over his head. “It’s an important skill.”

Obi-Wan shot Ben an unconvinced look but nodded, “I see.”

“Keep up, Padawan.”

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“The Kyr’ta got away again.” The Goran muttered, “It is the will of the Manda yet they seem to be fighting it.”

“Patience, we will meet them eventually.” Jaster replied before turning his attention to Kal as he entered the office.

“Got a hit from Dex.”

“What is it?” Jaster looked up from his flimsywork and focussed on his second in command.

“He’s got a name from one of his contacts and a warning to you.”

It took a moment for Jaster to realise Kal was talking about the Goran’s quest of finding and speaking to the Kyr’ta.

How did Dex manage that time and time again? There was nothing on file, just how did he find the name of the Kyr’ta?

Jaster glanced at the Goran who perked up. “Let’s hear it.”

“One of Dex’s contacts tipped him off. A Jetii Master and a Jet’ika dropped by their shop again, we established the fact that the Jetii’bajir is a regular there. Turns out, Dex knows the Jet’ika but was not aware that the Master we were looking for and the Jet’ika were connected.” Kal read through some of the files he had been sent and read outloud. “The ad is called Obi-Wan Kenobi. His Master’s name is Ben Naasade.”

“Ben Naasade.” Jaster repeated, remembering his verd’es accounts about the Kyr’ta telling them he was ‘nobody’ and laughed.

The Goran frowned, “Why claim the name Naasade?”

“We will have to wait to figure that out.” Jaster sighed. They had been on Coruscant for longer than expected and since Jango was wrapping up on Galidraan they should head to Mando’yaim soon. They were meeting up on Galidraan.

The Kyr’ta would have to wait until they found the time to visit again.

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Master Naasade’s Temple bound time had expired, meaning he and Obi-Wan would likely be sent off for missions soon. Obi-Wan didn’t expect it would be one where he was not allowed to come along.

“Where are we going, Master?” Obi-Wan asked as he watched Master Ben pack.

“You, my dear Padawan, are going to stay on Coruscant. I am needed elsewhere.” Ben announced as he packed a backpack with some clothes and rations.

Obi-Wan frowned, “Can’t I join you?”

“This mission is unsuited for a Padawan I am afraid.” Ben muttered.

Not because Obi-Wan was incapable of helping, but because Ben didn’t want anything to happen to him while he dealt with Xantanos on Bandomeer. Then he needed to race to get to Galidraan on time to ensure the Mandalorians' survival.

“But… I think I could be of help.” Obi-Wan turned to Ben with his big blue sad-tooka eyes.

Ben hadn’t realised how fatal those were when he was Obi-Wan’s age, but for the love of the Force they were effective.

“Padawan,” Ben warned, “This is too dangerous for a Junior Padawan, I wouldn’t even bring you if you were a Senior Padawan.”

Obi-Wan glared and sat back in his chair with a pout and crossed arms. He looked absolutely adorable. “No fair!”

“You have Coursework to think of. I won’t be long. When I return we will start working on your connection to the Unifying Force.” Ben promised as he ruffled the Padawan’s hair and moved to the door. “Be good, Obi-Wan.” He warned as he headed for the hangar.

After a quick stop at Master Sifo-Dyas’ apartment to bid him goodbye, Ben found the ship assigned to him and prepared for take off.

Before long he lifted off and broke through the atmosphere.

Ben sighed as the stars around him blurred into long lines. He was on schedule for his opening with the space pirates on Bandomeer, that was good. What he did not expect was to feel another life form on the ship.

Ben knew exactly who that was.

“Obi-Wan!” Ben looked down at him in disappointment– not in Obi-Wan but in himself for not knowing his younger self better. “You stubborn little thing.”

Obi-Wan didn’t even bother looking innocently as he dropped down in the co-pilot chair, “So where are we going?”

Clenching his jaw, Ben shook his head, “We will talk about you ignoring my order later.” Perhaps Obi-Wan had been getting a bit too comfortable, “We are off to Bandomeer.”

“Isn’t that where they wanted to send Master Jinn for a mission?” Obi-Wan frowned.

“There was a very good reason I refused to take you along, Padawan.” Ben shook his head. “Bandomeer needs some assistance, and afterwards we need to make another stop but I will tell you about it when I believe you will actually listen to me.”

Petty? Yes.

Worth the annoyed look on Obi-Wan’s face? Definitely.

“Master~!” Obi-Wan whined.

“Please tell me you at least packed for this trip?”

Obi-Wan raised a backpack, “I did, Master.”

“I will inform the Order of your presence on my mission once we leave Hyperspace, for now, keep your head down.”

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Bandomeer was as traumatic as ever.

Maybe more so.

Not only did Obi-Wan and Ben both get caught, they were both surprised and put into Force collars. Xanatos escaped while with Jinn on his tail when they were both put into the mines. Ben managed to cause an uproar amongst the Slaves– one that had taken weeks the first time around– and freed them both before taking a ship to make their next stop in time.

They had spent too much time on Bandomeer because of it and could waste no time in getting to Galidraan. Ben had treated Obi-Wan’s injuries but he would need a lot more help in the near future. For now it had to do.

Sadly, Galidraan was much too important to ignore.

Tiredly, Ben leaned back in his seat, cradling Obi-Wan on his lap. They had barely gotten to Galidraan with what was left of their ship. If things went their way, they would be getting a lift back with the Knights sent out there after they dealt with the miscommunications.

This whole mess had been a good reminder that even if Ben knew of the Sith’s schemes, the galaxy held more dangers to account for.

It reminded him that not everything could be avoided. Balance had to remain.

Obi-Wan was enslaved for three days, nowhere near as long as Ben had been the first time around, but that didn’t matter. It would be a dark mark on Obi-Wan’s Padawan career and something that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

If only Obi-Wan had listened and stayed in the Temple. If only Ben had been more aware and avoided being captured in the first place.

His Padawan had been sleeping irregularly, waking up to nightmares and was still exhausted even when he had slept for hours.

They had done what needed to be done, but at what cost?

Now they needed to wait until a confrontation that would occur very soon and stop Jedi from murdering Mandalorians due to false information– this was not what Ben had envisioned. He figured he would be more in control of the situation than this.

Ben kept Obi-Wan close, making sure he was comfortable and helped him where necessary. Obi-Wan mostly wanted to sleep, laying against Ben and clinging on whenever he tried to lay him down.

Food was another issue, but Ben managed to make Obi-Wan eat at least some amount of food. They had to resort to a cantina for something to eat and stayed in a local inn. After an hour in the cantina, Ben stood up, bringing Obi-Wan along with him and walked out of the cantina after leaving credits on the table.

“Jaieh?”

“Yes, Padawan?” Ben replied in Dai Bendu.

“Is your neck okay? You wore one too.”

For a moment, Ben closed his eyes, then he nodded and replied, “Mine stings. Those collars aren’t too comfortable, are they?”

“No.” Obi-Wan sounded absolutely miserable, “Did they hurt you too?”

“Some.” Ben replied, “I am sorry, I should have–”

“You were hurt too.” Obi-Wan muttered, “They surprised us. You couldn’t have known.”

Sighting a little, Ben pressed a kiss on Obi-Wan’s head. He didn’t reply to his last sentence, because he simply couldn’t stop blaming himself for getting captured.

It was dark as the Jedi and his Padawan made their way to the place the massacre would be. The planet was pretty warm during the day, it meant that the nights were icy cold. Ben tugged Obi-Wan closer against him and covered him with his robes.

30 minutes later, Ben noticed the hairs in his neck rise up. A shiver trailed down his spine and goosebumps covered his arms. All Ben’s senses were warning him that they were being watched.

Shifting Obi-Wan in his arms, Ben freed his dominant arm to be ready for a quick draw.

His senses were going haywire. All of his senses were calling Ben to turn and fight. He wouldn’t pick a fight, not with Obi-Wan in the line of fire.

Ben had seen them before– the Mandalorian that walked up to him. They had been in the city after Ben had just landed.

“Su cuy’gar, Jetii.”

Ben let out a breath, “Hello.”

Upon turning around, Ben spotted a Mandalorian standing at the edge of the woods. Two more were in the trees, not exactly hidden but hard to spot regardless. Ben had no doubt there were more of them, even if he didn’t spot them immediately.

Sighting a little, Ben straightened his posture. “What’s the bounty?” Surely Xanatos hadn’t been able to hire them, right? Surely they weren’t here for Ben and Obi-Wan but for their mission on Galidraan, right?

“No bounty, Jetii.” The Mandalorian shook their head. “Where’s the Jet’ika?”

Twitching slightly, Ben reassured himself that Haat’ade wouldn’t harm younglings.

“Right here.” Ben patted Obi-Wan’s back, the Padawan still in a deep slumber. “If not for a bounty, why are you here?”

The Mando stepped forwards, “The Alor calls for you.”

“I am no Mandalorian, I do not answer the call.” Ben clenched his jaw. “Why are you here?”

“The Alor doesn’t take no for an answer.” The Mando pulled Ben to his feet, “Come.”

Knowing fighting would only make the situation worse and impossible to resolve later on, Ben let himself be guided to a nearby encampment in the forest. He hadn’t noticed it before but in hindsight probably should’ve.

Clutching Obi-Wan close to his chest, Ben hid him to the best of his abilities as he was bullied into a tent near the centre of the camp and was told to sit down.

A man in golden beskar’gam walked in not too long after and demanded to see their injuries. He introduced himself as Baar’ur Mij Gilamar and was quick to extract Obi-Wan from Ben’s grip to aid the Padawan before giving Obi-Wan back to Ben while the man moved to the older Jedi.

The Baar’ur gently spread the balm over the raw skin of Ben’s neck. “You have been injured here before?”

“A long time ago.” Ben agreed, “It never quite healed.”

“It will this time.” B’ur Mij mused, “Well Jetii, you are as good as you can be right now.”

“Vor’e.” Ben nodded his head, glancing at his sleeping Padawan.

“He is physically alright too.” Mij ensured, “We have a Mir’b’ur on standby for the two of you.”

Ben hummed, “Obi-Wan could use a soulhealer, yes.”

Mij looked sharply at Ben, “You too, Kyr’ta.”

Frowning a little, Ben muttered, “Kyr’ta?”

Death– death something? Ben had never heard that term before. Mij didn’t seem to notice as he noted some things down. “Get some sleep, Jetii’bajir Kyr’ta.”

While Ben laid down, he did not sleep a wink. His mind was too occupied. So far, the Mandalorians seemed to be rather welcoming but then again, Ben had yet to meet the Alor’ad.

Obi-Wan snored softly, completely dead to the galaxy as he drooled on Ben’s chest.

Tomorrow was the official date of the massacre Ben was here to avoid.

Tomorrow they would need to correct one of the biggest mistakes the Order made when Ben was a Padawan.

—----------------------

Jaster Mereel and his traat’aliit returned to their camp in the early hours of the morning.

The sun had barely risen enough to peek over the horizon. It was a cold morning and the verd’e were all tired. They had spent the entire night hunting Kyr’tsad with little result. If they were truly on Galidraan they were long gone.

Jango had seen the devastating sights of the ruines Kyr’tsad had left behind but no sign of them being on the planet.

“We are heading out. We have done all we could.” Jaster ordered, turning to his second as he spoke. “Kal, inform the verd’e we are leaving in the evening. Then go get some rest.”

Kal was about to reply when he looked behind Jaster, “What’s going on?”

Jaster frowned as Myles rushed up to them. “We found Kyr’ta.”

Blinking utterly confused, Jaster glanced at the Goran behind him before refocusing on Myles. “Explain.” They had heard about his buir’s hunt, everyone had.

“Patrol last night stumbled upon an injured Jetii and Jetii’ad three clicks west. They recognised the Jetii’bajir to be Kyr’ta and brought them in.” Myles rushed to explain. “Mij’s kept them in the medbay overnight,”

“They are here?” Jaster asked.

“Well, they were.” Myles pursed his lips. “Mij said they were gone. No one saw them leave– they were just not there when he went to check.”

“Kyr’ta.” Jaster muttered. “Why is he here?”

Was the Spirit following their Aliit?

Just as Jaster pondered if he should deal with the Kyr’ta or just go to sleep before they would take off that evening, another verd approached them.

“Alor’ad, the Kyr’ta and their ad is in the fields we found them!”

—-----------------------

Ben and Obi-Wan were having their morning tea out in the snowy fields when Mandalorians approached them.

So it began.

“Master, those are Mandalorians…” Obi-Wan had whispered, clearly disturbed by the sight of them and no doubt remembering the horror stories he had heard about them. Ben had almost forgotten the Padawan had slept through their encounter the day before.

They had enough horror stories coming to be reality over the past few days.

“Peace, Padawan, all will be right.”

Or so Ben hoped. The Force was with them but it was still a risk to be here, out in the open whilst angry Knights were on their way to find retribution for careless killing.

Ben had felt them enter the atmosphere hours earlier and returned to the spot of the massacre. His Padawan awoke not too long after and had aided Ben in starting a fire for their tea.

“Are you sure, Master?” Obi-Wan eyed the newcomers worriedly.

“Ask the Force, what does it tell you?” Ben asked before he turned to face the Mandalorians. He recognised that set of beskar’gam. “Alor, I was hoping you would join us. I am afraid we only brought tea, would that be a problem?”

It was the Mandalorian he had helped out on Coruscant– perhaps this would go easier than expected. Or the complete opposite, knowing Ben’s luck.

Ben smiled from the spot he was seated with Obi-Wan on his lap, calmly sipping tea.

“You are the Kyr’ta.” Mereel muttered, seemingly awed. “You saved my life.”

The second time he had been called Kyr’ta– Ben wondered what it meant– he had never heard the term before.

“Bajir Ben, this is my hibir, Obi-Wan.” Ben introduced before repeating his question from before, “Tea?”

“Jetiise, right?” Mereel asked to confirm as he sat down in front of them.

“Elek, Alor.” Ben confirmed, taking the tea Obi-Wan had poured and holding it out to Mereel.

“What about them?” Mereel nodded to where Count– Master Dooku and his squad of Jedi Knights were approaching.

There they were.

“I am sure they would like tea as well. Obi-Wan, if you wouldn’t mind?”

“I will go ask.” Obi-Wan nodded as he stood up, bowed and ran off to where his fellow Jedi were approaching.

Ben turned his attention back to Mereel who hesitantly took the tea. His two guards remained standing, clearly on duty and not trusting Ben for even a second.

“What is your business on Galidraan, Jetii’Kyr’ta?”

“Merely avoiding a– miscommunication. I have come from the Jedi Order to rectify some mistakes in the intel we received from the Republican Senate.” Ben relented as he blew on his hot tea, “They didn’t know I would be here, I am surprised by their most aggressive approach however. My sincere apology for such disrespect.”

“That seems to be merely a part of the truth.” Mereel sighed, “What were they doing here?”

“The Republican Senate got word of innocent civilians being murdered by Mandalorians. Upon hearing this, the Senate ordered the Council to send a team to serve justice. However, upon re-evaluation it was decided that the Order had no business doing so. I was sent to ensure no needless violence would occur.” Ben informed, “It is to my understanding that a certain terrorist faction consisting of Mandalorians were behind the attacks and that you and your people are here under contract? Correct?”

“We are.” Mereel finally decided that Ben was not going to attack and pulled his helmet off to actually consume the tea he was handed. “What do you need from me? You could have just told them that, couldn’t you have?”

“I am afraid nothing is ever as simple. To ensure that no further action will be taken against Mandalorians, we need a copy to confirm that you have indeed been invited by the head of state– as this is a Republican planet after all.”

“Myles, get me the datapad with the contract.” Jaster ordered in Mando’a before considering something and turning back to Ben. “You will come along with us to ensure they don’t attack.”

“Oh certainly.” Ben nodded his agreement just in time for Obi-Wan to hear.

Obi-Wan had been followed by the leader of the mission, Master Dooku loomed over the Padawan.

“Master Dooku, it is a pleasure to see you again.” Ben smiled up at him, “Please, take a seat and have some tea. I am sure my Padawan has brought you up to speed with the current situation?”

“Indeed.” Dooku narrowed his eyes, “Do you have proof of such claims, Master Naasade?”

Ben’s eyes flashed to the Mandalorians who all straightened at the name but didn’t say anything else.

“I am about to retrieve it, yes.” Ben answered, “I am sure you won’t oppose this investigation?”

“Not at all.” Dooku lifted his chin, looking down at Ben as he motioned for his Knights to stay behind.

Sharing a look with his Padawan, Ben gestured to Obi-Wan to pour more tea.

“I will be right back. Make sure Master Dooku is comfortable in the meantime.” He then turned back to the Mandalorians, “Shall we then?”

Ben was once again escorted towards the Mandalorian camp, walking slightly behind Alor Mereel as was proper considering his rank.

“Naasade, huh?” The man asked as they got near to the camp. “An odd name to go by.”

“Yet it is mine.” Ben just smiled, continuing to walk one step behind the Alor’ad.

Like expected, the contract and according files were all in order. Ben merely glanced at some of the details and names before asking, “May I have a copy? For our own archives.”

“We will send it.” Mereel confirmed.

“Vor’e, Alor. I shall inform my fellow Jedi and provide the given evidence. Again, I do apologise for any disrespect that you may have felt because of this incident.”

“Hmm.” The Alor hummed, “I am sure you are.”

Ben smiled despite the slight hostility in his tone, “We are glad to have resolved this issue and I do thank you for the cooperation. Ret'urcye mhi.” Ben pressed a fist to his chest out of habit, a greeting amongst Mandalorians as he turned to walk away.

“How did a Jetii learn Mando’a, I wonder.”

Mereel’s guards stepped in Ben’s way.

Halting in his step, Ben twisted his head to look back, “Like any other, I was taught.”

“What is your clan name, Naasade?”

“I am of no clan, nor family name. You believe me to be a Mandalorian, I assure you, I am not. I honour my fallen friends who gifted me this armour.” Ben replied. “If you would be so kind as to excuse me?”

“Let him go.” Mereel ordered, “Ret'urcye mhi.”

“Alor.” Ben nodded his head and walked past the guards, out of the camp.

—--------------------

“Why allow him to leave?” Kal frowned. “You’ve been searching for him.”

Mereel pursed his lips as he watched the Jetii’Kyr’ta go. “The other Jetii knew him. Keeping him would be highly unwise considering the situation.”

“I have an odd feeling we just avoided a lot of deaths.”

Nodding, Mereel hummed, “Jetii’kyr’ta Ben Naasade did.” He replied, thinking back to how angry the Jetiise had looked when they approached them. “And now we owe him twice.”

—------------------------

Obi-Wan: *Sasses Ben*

Ben: If only you knew I am you– you are sassing yourself.

Kelder: I thought you were a virgin.

Ben: *Thinking back to his lovers* you thought wrong but I can assure you, this one is not mine.

Obi-Wan: *Blissfully obvious about the implications*

Kelder: *Selling Ben out because he figured Dex wouldn’t so sh*t because of Obi-Wan*

Mando’s: *Try to get Ben anyways*

Ben: Let’s turn this into a learning experience.

Ben: *Teaches Obi-Wan how to sneak past Mandalorians as well as how to deal with Public Transport*

Ben: You can’t go, it’s too dangerous.

Obi-Wan: *Abandonment issues and not about to let his Master leave him in the Temple*

Obi-Wan: Bet.

Ben: No wait–

Obi-Wan: *Comes along*

Obi-Wan: *Regrets it*

Ben: Damn it!

Ben: *Casually sipping tea as if he wasn’t enslaved a day prior*

Ben: Hello there.

Mando’s: *Fangirling* Kyr’ta!

Ben: Who?

Dooku: What the Kriff– I know you! Why are you here?

Ben: Hello again. Here, keep an eye on my Padawan for me while I fix some mistakes.

Dooku: 0.0

—----------------------

Munit’entye - Longdebt– lifedebt

Jetii’bajir - Jedi Master - Jedi-Teacher

traat’aliit - squad

Chapter 6: Critical Reflections And Life Debts

Chapter Text

Chapter 6; Critical Reflections And Life Debts

It was as if things had gone too well.

Or at least– well compared to how missions usually went. Don’t get Ben wrong, he and Obi-Wan had gotten enslaved and beaten up pretty badly but they had fixed what they set out to fix.

Of course, Healer Che was quick to ambush them the moment they got back to the Temple. Temple Bound once more– Healer Che was not going to allow Ben or Obi-Wan out of the medbay until they were fully cleared.

A week or two after the events on Galidraan, Ben and Obi-Wan were allowed to stay in their own apartment.

They were visited by Master Windu who scolded them.

The poor man had been putting up with a headache ever since they arrived. What was happening was a shattered point whether they liked it or not. He outright glared at Ben when he got close enough.

“Master Windu–”

“You.” He snarled, his tone a low hiss. “What did you do?”

“Surprisingly, not much after I retrieved my Padawan.” Ben smiled innocently. “We were forced to land on Galidraan.”

“A planet nowhere near Bandomeer.” Windu deadpanned.

“It must have been the will of the Force.” Ben replied serenely.

“Your request to go to the exposition for educational purposes has been granted.” Mace narrowed his eyes at Ben, “I will be keeping my eye on you, Naasade.”

“I am sure, Master Windu.” Ben replied, “May the Force be with you.”

Once the Master left, Ben let out a deep breath and laid down on the couch. Obi-Wan had classes today and Ben longed to meditate. He hadn’t done so in a long time and really needed to.

Closing his eyes, Ben let out a breath as he slipped into the Force.

So much to do, so little time.

Ben needed to get a foot in on the Political scene within the Senate– something that would take time. Ben needed alliances, he needed to re-befriend Bail– Ben truly missed the man– he needed to establish himself as a Negotiator again.

The best way to do that was meet Bail on one of his outings– he and Ben were both interested in art and culture and there just so happened to be an exposition they both would be interested in.

A perfect place for introductions really.

—--------

“Master Naasade, what a coincidence.”

Coincidence Ben’s shebs– it was widely known that Ben had tea with Sifo-Dyas twice a week.

If anyone knew that, it would be Master Dooku.

“Yan, what a surprise.” Sifo-Dyas smiled at his lover.

“I finished the paperwork for my former mission early.” Dooku tried to catch Ben’s eyes but Ben pointedly focussed on his tea. “Unexpected information which led to the mission changing. We could have finished it some weeks ago but we had to do some damage control.

“Let me get you a cup.” Sifo-Dyas headed into his kitchen as Master Dooku took a seat opposite of Ben.

“I am glad to see you recovering well.” Dooku mused, scrutinising Ben from his seat.

Ben hummed, taking a sip of his tea before replying, “Nothing to recover from.” Ben replied offhand. “I met your former Padawan. Quite an interesting man.”

Low blow, but Dooku started it.

“My Padawan should be ashamed of his actions. I do not blame you for putting him in his place.” Dooku hummed, “Our mission to Galidraan was kept quiet.”

Setting his cup down, Ben looked at Dooku, “The Force works in mysterious ways.” Ben replied.

The look on Dooku’s face was more than worth it. Qui-Gon’s go-to sentence whenever he was doing something not sanctioned by the Council. Ben found himself laughing inwardly as he spotted the slight twitch in Dooku’s eye.

“Here you are, Yan.” Sifo-Dyas walked in and set a cup down in front of Dooku.

“Thank you, Sifo.” Dooku sipped from his tea. “Were you familiar with the Mandalorian on Galidraan?”

“We had crossed paths a few weeks before.” Ben mused, “I figured there had to be a misunderstanding which could lead to dire consequences therefore I saw the need for interrupting before the situation could escalate.”

“Thank you.”

Now it was Ben’s turn to be shocked. “I do not see–”

“It would have escalated.” Dooku admitted. “We were angry– unable to let go of it– when we landed. We would not have listened to reason had you not been there.”

Ben knew all that. He had seen the consequences of it. For Master Dooku to be able to see that in hindsight– to admit that it could and would have gone wrong, that was impressive.

“I am glad you see it that way,” Ben hummed. “It is admirable to be able to reflect on difficult situations critically within such a short time.”

“It is a Jedi’s duty to better themselves.”

“Agreed.” Ben nodded.

—-------

Of course, the Order did not let Ben’s little intervention go as easily.

“–not to mention an unsanctioned mission to Galidraan–”

“Had Master Naasade not been there, we would have made a terrible error.” Master Dooku spoke up after hours of listening to complaints from the Council. “It is this Council that was in the wrong. Trusting the Senate blindly like that? How reliant are we on the body of the Republican Senate? When did we stop doing our own investigations?”

Ben stayed quiet as Master Dooku said everything Ben wanted to say. In the past, Ben had known about Dooku’s displeasure with the Council due to their reliance on the Senate. After Galidraan, Dooku all but renounced the Council and slowly slipped into a Dark place.

What happened in the time between Galidraan and his appearance as Count Dooku, Ben did not know, but he did know it was a drastic and but somehow slow descent into Darkness. The start may have been Galidraan but it was losing his former Padawan on Naboo that had him leaving the Order for good.

“Our relations with the Senate have been–”

“Do not take me for a fool, Windu, you know how dire the situation is. What would have happened if Master Naasade was not present that day? Do you wish to hear what I think would have happened?” Dooku straightened, looking down at the Councillors. “I assume that the Jedi– me included– would have slaughtered innocent men doing their job. I assume that we would have set Jedi-Mandalorian relations back to the Mandalorian Wars had Master Naasade and his Padawan not been there to call for reason. The intel we received– which I assumed to be double checked as is standard by the Order’s standards– was so horrendously wrong that we would have taken their lives rather than hearing them out.”

“Attack, Jedi do not.” Yoda hummed.

“Do not be naive, Master, it is unbecoming of you.” Dooku snarled, “This Council has broken the trust of an entire squad of Knights and Masters. Accidents happen– this would not have been an accident but willful neglect. When will this Council admit that the Order is spiralling towards their demise? When will this Council understand that the old ways can not be applied to this time?”

Harsh words, but Ben found himself agreeing to the critical nature of Dooku’s claims.

“What will you have us do, Dooku? Break the Ruusan Reformation? You know the political scene of this day– better than most!” Windu growled in return. “You know the situation is not as simple as you make it out to be! Change is slow and it will scare the Senate– do you truly believe this Council is not working on resolving these issues?”

Ben took a step forward, “Masters please.”

He gently interrupted– it was enough of a contrast for the other Jedi for them to remember their stature and calm down.

Once they all settled again, Ben spoke up once more. “What could have happened on Galidraan was not meant to occur but to blame the Council alone is shortsighted. Do not make enemies amongst allies, especially not now, when times demand that the Order is united.” He pleaded, “Let us learn from this and adjust accordingly. If the Senate delivers us information, we ought to investigate it ourselves before acting rashly. Every Jedi should be made aware of our position with the Senate, do not let this incident waver the trust we have in our own Council. Admit that mistakes have been made and learn from them. Show that change for the better is on the horizon.”

Ben caught the attention of all those present.

“In the wake of this revelation we should not argue over what happened. What has happened, happened. It is done. What is to come is still able to change. Do not forget that many of this current Council are newly elected to be on it. Let them learn from this so we can move on more aware.” Ben continued. “We can no longer trust in the Senate to be honest with us. This is a dire situation which leads to one question; why are we still trusting them? Why are we still pretending to be independent when the Senate demands us to do their bidding? Change is coming– whether we change with it is up to us but remember this; the survival of the Jedi Order will heavily depend on our flexibility in the face of this great change.”

“What would you have us do, Master Naasade?” Windu sighed as he rubbed his temple. “It sounds to me like you have a suggestion?”

Smiling innocently, Ben revealed a thick binder. “Most certainly. I do hope my suggestions will be taken seriously.”

—-------

Melida/Daan.

It would be a lie if Ben said it didn’t haunt him to this day. His fist warzone, his first time as a General. Melida/Daan was where Ben started to learn why certain strategies worked. It was easy to read a book about it– it was hard to apply what little knowledge Ben had at the time.

Ben knew the day would be there soon– the day that Ben would need to leave the Temple again and leave his work training the Jedi to resolve yet another childhood trauma of his.

But how to go about it? The Republic had not allowed the Jedi to return after the Daan had captured Master Tahl– that day was soon. Qui-Gon Jinn would be sent to retrieve her and in doing so would ignore the Young who needed aid.

It would be a good opportunity to see how well Jedi fought in a war setting– a rare opportunity. Well, that was the lie Ben told himself to pretend that his intervention would be necessary. In reality, it was an attempt to grant the Young a better chance.

Obi-Wan wouldn’t be there to aid them, to teach them how to survive. To teach them to hide the bodies of their fallen friend to hide their true numbers. To teach them to shoot a rifle properly or to repair broken equipment for later use.

Ben’s interference had caused that, but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret doing so.

Still, the trauma of Melida/Daan never quite left Ben and facing the threat of reliving it had him on edge.

A lot of Jedi took note of that, mostly because Ben wasn’t hiding it.

He was in the training hall early, going through the basic Lightsaber Forms with Obi-Wan before sending him off to his classes.

Ben continued on though– feeling the rage of War bubbling in his veins, the beats of the march in his ears– Ben was restless, aching to pick up his sabers and take revenge on the Elders currently hurting the younger versions of his friends.

Moving from kata to kata, Ben continued to cycle through the Lightsaber Forms.

Nothing seemed to be enough– nothing seemed to satisfy the urge to fight and nothing could scratch that itch for revenge.

It was wrong, Ben knew it was wrong. He shouldn’t call for revenge or even retribution but Ben couldn’t let it go as easily as he wished to.

There were few things Ben had been through that he hadn’t accepted and moved on from. He had accepted the events on Bandomeer– both times that is. He had accepted losing his Master on Naboo and how unfairly the man had treated Ben in the end– taking Anakin as his Padawan while Ben was not ready for Knighthood yet. Ben had even accepted his failures with Anakin, his inability to keep him steady in the Light as he slipped into the Dark.

But the horrors of Melida/Daan– the deaths of innocent kids just wanting a war-free childhood– that was something Ben had never accepted.

The sacrifices Nield and Cerasi made– only thirteen and the Generals of their faction– the oldest of the Young for kriffs sake. Adults out to kill their own kids because their war was more important than the future of their kids.

That was something Ben could not let go of.

“–de!” A voice pierced through Ben’s concentration but Ben didn’t flatter. “Master Naasade!”

Redirecting the force of the Makashi kata he performed, halting before hitting the neck of a frowning Healer Che.

Ben held his open palm near her neck– at the force he would have hit her at, he could have broken her windpipe. Both seemed to realise that as Ben lowered his hand and leaned back.

Taking in a deep breath, Ben realised there were eyes on him. They were not hostile, likely the reason why Ben’s subconsciousness had filtered their presence out.

“What are you doing, Naasade? You have been at this for over half a day.” Che clenched her jaw. “Without any break, mind I add.”

Has it been that long? It didn’t matter, Ben had gone on for longer before and would continue.

Without replying, Ben stepped to the side and started with the first Form again. His motions were as smooth as they were when he started that morning.

“Master Naasade–” Kit Fisto stood beside Che and spoke up but Ben cut her off.

“I am warming up.” Ben replied.

Preparing. Warming up. Getting ready.

“This is ridiculous. Sit down and take a break.” Che demanded.

Continuing as if nothing was the matter, Ben replied, “Time for rest is over.”

“I am sure that is not true.” Kit tried to mediate between the angry Healer and the emotionless Master. “Please, Master Naasade. Healer Che is merely worried about your wellbeing.”

“Then perhaps she should take a rest.” Ben retorted, “With the storm about to hit, you will need it.”

Healer Che was not easily pissed off– annoyed, yes, but truly angry? No. Not until now. “You arrogant–”

“Healer Che!” Fisto was quick to jump between the woman and Ben and gently nudged her back. “Please, let us keep the peace.”

Ben stopped for a moment.

He itched for a good fight.

Kit Fisto was one of the most advanced saber wielders amongst the Order coming in somewhere behind Plo, Mace, Dooku and Yoda.

It would be an interesting spar at the very least.

Now was not the time, this was not the place. Ben was out of line. Do not let emotions make decisions for you. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate and hate to the Dark.

“Very well.” Ben’s eyes burned with an uncontrollable storm of emotions. “Master Fisto.”

Ben turned his back to the Master as he sucked in a deep breath, held it for a moment before slowly releasing it.

With the breath, Ben let the emotions plaguing his soul slip into the Force. His anger pushed away once more rather than being dealt with, his fears gone once more. Ben would need to meditate on Melida/Daan in the near future and finally resolve his emotions on the issue.

Control. Never fight out of anger, never fight out of fear. Control of one's emotions was too important to ignore. Do not make foolish mistakes– move strategically, not because of need.

Ben felt balanced once more and turned to look at Kit.

He had been observing Ben carefully. “Your control– it’s very impressive, Master Naasade.”

Oh Kit. Too nice for his own good.

“Flattery is not what I look for.” Ben replied. “But I appreciate the compliment. I apologise for any offence I have made to you so far, it was wrong of me to act in the height of my emotions.”

Kit seemed surprised at the apology, “No offence was taken, Master Naasade. I understand restlessness.”

“Very understanding, the rumours of your never ending compassion are true.” Ben complimented. Turning to Healer Che, Ben bowed, “My apologise, Healer Che. I was out of line.”

“Oh Ben.” Che shook her head, “You arrogant, idiotic man. Sit down and let me look you over.”

“Indeed.” Ben replied as he lowered himself to the ground and let Che do her thing. They were lucky no one else was there to witness Ben’s episode.

Ben suffered through Healer Che’s check-up. Che had told him she was making another appointment with Master Boda for him and told him to suck it up when Ben went to complain.

“Perhaps a cup of tea will do you good? Master Naasade?”

Blinking up at the other Jedi, Ben realised Kit was still there. “I think I would enjoy that,” Ben hummed. “I have a decent amount of blends, surely we can find one suited to your taste?”

“I have heard rumours about that tea of yours.” Kit mentioned as he helped Ben to his feet.

“While I doubt you could appreciate it, I would be more than happy to offer you some.”

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“Why are we here again?” Obi-Wan asked as he tried to keep up with his Master’s steady stride.

“Politics are tricky to keep up with.” Ben hummed softly, “Allies are important. We are here to make a few.”

The Padawan pursed his lips, “I see. Allies are good.” Obi-Wan nodded, “But why in the Senate, aren’t we already allies?”

“Politics is never what it seems, Padawan.” Ben replied. “Relations are to be made and broken. The Senate as a whole may be considered allies now, but it only takes a single vote to change that. Politics are as unpredictable as the desert, they shift unexpectedly and rather rapidly.”

“So we are at this museum for that?”

“There is an exposition that happens to have a lot of Jedi artefacts on display. I know of a few important figures that are bound to visit it.” Ben explained. “I want you to observe and listen. Tell me what you think of it all tonight.”

Obi-Wan pursed his lips but nodded. “Alright, Master.”

“Keep your head low, avoid getting into conversations with politicians– it should be easy.” Ben added. “Try to make something of the evening, I understand you are not as interested in politics but they are important to understand.”

“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan nodded again before wandering off.

Ben watched him go for a moment. Young and naive to the importance of politics– Ben envied his younger self. Force Ben hated politics.

Shaking his head, Ben took a breath and went to search for the man he was hoping to find that evening.

Bail Organa was yet to be presented as Senator, having only recently married Breha Organa of Alderaan. Ben was looking forward to seeing and speaking with him again. The last time Ben had been too late– Bail had been gone along with the Planet he loved so dearly.

Not now.

Getting lost in the past would be no good now.

Ben literally bumped into the man in question before he could progress his presence. “Apologies, Bail.”

Wait– No– Oh Force.

Bail Organa stopped in his tracks. “Excuse me? Have we met before?”

“Ah, apologies.” Ben cringed as he turned to Bail and bowed. “Jedi Master Ben Naasade.”

“I do not remember meeting a Jedi Master by that name.” Bail pondered, “I am terribly sorry if–”

“It was my mistake, Prince Organa. I fear due to a… condition of mine I have knowledge one ordinarily wouldn’t have.” Ben cleared his throat, “I mistakenly thought it occurred already but I was wrong. Apologies if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh.” Bail seemed to let the information sink in. “I– I see– Would it be rude of me to assume you are able to see what is yet to happen?”

As always, Bail caught on rather quickly. “I could not confirm that, however it may be an easy way of explaining it.”

“Something more complicated then.” Bail correctly guessed again. “I will refrain from further inquiry though I am awfully curious– we were– well, we will be acquainted?”

“The future is always changing, but I would hope so.” Ben admitted.

Somehow despite the rough start, Ben and Bail found themselves conversing openly and enjoyed the exposition together while meeting with other politicians.

True to his word, Obi-Wan remained away from most beings– Ben only spotted him twice which was a good sign. The boy was learning to blend in quickly, that would be to his favour in the future.

It was a few hours into the event when new beings showed up rather unexpectedly.

Ben straightened as the doors opened to reveal the same Mandalorian as before– except he looked an awful lot more regal than he had in their last encounters.

Bail leaned in beside him, “Do you know them too?” He asked.

“Our paths have crossed before.” Ben agreed.

That seemed to interest Bail, “Could you possibly introduce me? I know it is straightforward of me to ask of you, but I have been meaning to attempt to make contact with the Mand’alor. This is the first time he is in the Senate Dome– probably because he dealt with one of his rivals back in their Space Sector and became the official leader. He was supposed to visit many months ago but had to cancel at the last minute.”

It was like cold water was thrown over Ben as he froze.

Stranger Mando Ben rescued was the Mand’alor– the ‘Alor’ he had been ghosting was not just any Alor, he was the Mand’alor. Oh dear.

Jaster Mereel– that Mereel.

Puzzle pieces snapped into place as Ben realised just how badly those Republican Guards messed up that fateful day. No wonder the Haat’ade refrained from ever making contact with the Senate.

Was the attack on Mereel planned beforehand? Did Palpatine and whoever acted as his puppetmaster think their plan through that carefully? Has Ben already accidentally messed with their plans?

“I can not say I know him well.” Ben muttered, recovering from his shock enough to reply to Bail. “If they decide to seek me out, I will.”

Bail nodded at the answer, understanding the refusal to walk up to the Mandalorians without being prompted to and continued their conversation.

Still, Ben’s eyes couldn’t quite keep from shooting glances at the Mand’alor. His beskar’gam was in pristine condition unlike the prior two times they met.

Its dark grey and red colours were newly painted and unchipped. No dents, no scratches– Force the man must despise it. If Ben knew anything about beskar’gam it was that damages to their paints and armour were usually seen as a good thing.

Ben remembered the Vod’e being proud of their battle worn armour– they could pick out new troopers by their armour, it looked too new, too shiny as they would call it.

After a while, Ben began to get used to the presence of the Mand’alor and his guards and was fully wrapped up in his own conversations. Bail remained near Ben and introduced a good amount of Senators and Planetary leaders to him which opened a lot of doors to him in the future.

It was then, when Ben had his guard lowered, that their huddle was approached.

“Jetii’bajir Naasade.”

Ben straightened up– if that was even possible with his flawless posture– and looked over his shoulder. “Mand’alor Mereel.” He greeted, “Su cuy’gar.”

“Greetings.” Mereel knocked a fist to his chest, a gesture echoed by his guards.

Ben tapped his own chest, allowing Mereel to hear the metal hidden below his robes, and bowed.

“What a surprise to see you here.” Ben smiled serenely. “May I introduce my acquaintance, Prince Bail Organa of Alderaan.”

Mereel turned his visors to observe the younger man and nodded his head, “I have heard a lot about your work.”

“Good things, I hope.” Bail made the greeting gesture which was used in Alderaanian culture and was more than surprised when Mereel returned it.

“Certainly.” Mereel confirmed. To Ben’s surprise, the Mand’alor removed his buy’ce and looked at Ben oddly fondly. “May I borrow Master Naasade for a moment?”

It was clear most around knew the implications of a Mandalorian removing their buy’ce in public because some gasped quietly.

Mand’alor Mereel was a handsome man. A sun kissed complexion, strong jawline, crooked nose and deep brown eyes. He had a trimmed stubble and raven black hair, some grey peppered through it at the sides but the man was far from old.

The man had Thaung blood running through his veins. While not rare, it was uncommon nowadays. Those with Thaung blood aged slowly and could get up to 250 standard years; Mereel was not even middle aged for his sub-species.

Bail nodded, saying his goodbyes to Ben before turning to the others in the conversation circle that were watching the interaction carefully.

Ben tilted his head up at the Mand’alor, “What can I do for you, Mand’alor.”

“Somewhere a little more… private?”

Nodding, Ben licked his lips and turned to lead the Mand’alor to a nearby balcony. Those were usually pretty out of sighed and often used for discussing private matters amongst politicians. There was too much outside noise for listening in and it was easy to see if anyone was trying to approach.

Once there, Ben turned and looked at the Mand’alor. “Is there something you need from me, Mand’alor?”

“It is nice to meet the Kyr’ta without interference for once.” Mereel jabbed, referring to their first two meetings. The first meeting was more one sided but the second was interrupted by Master Dooku. “You are a hard man to find.”

“I usually remain near Temple grounds.” Ben agreed, “My purpose is mostly there– in the Temple and for my fellow Jedi.”

“I see.” Mereel nodded. “I have come here today to offer you a debt.”

“N’entye.” Ben shook his head, “Jedi do not accept debts.”

“The Haat’ade owes you a life-debt. I owe you two.” Mereel stepped closer to Ben, forcing the other man to look up to keep eye contact. “A Mandalorian never forgets.”

Ben found himself smiling, “That term is usually used as a threat.”

“Not always.”

Mereel was not going to drop this, Ben noted.

From what Ben had heard about Mereel in his former life was that the man was honourable to a fault. He would never stop trying to push a debt on Ben. Ben could use this for an issue he hadn’t known how to solve.

“If you truly wish to offer me a debt, I have a request–” Ben pursed his lips, pausing to think. Mereel looked at him interested but Ben shook his head moments after. “–No– It is too much to ask, ni ceta– I shouldn’t–”

Dragging the Mandalorians into this madness would be unwise.

“Name it.” Mand’alor Mereel asked.

Ben was not entirely convinced. “It is simply too much to ask of you. It was wrong of me to have brought it up. Apologies.”

Bowing, Ben turned on his heel and went to head back inside when a hand reached out to grab his arm. Ben twitched– an aborted attack against Mereel who so suddenly moved to touch him.

It was enough to stop Ben from returning to the event and listen to Mereel once more. “On the contrary. You are owed two life debts from me alone, there is little in this Galaxy that is enough to ask if I ever hope to get even.”

Taking in a deep breath, Ben looked out to Coruscant, looking down from one of the highest places on the Planet and observing those below.

“There is a Republican planet called Melida/Daan. The locals are stuck in a civil war which has gone on too long and has had quite dire consequences. I need you to find the faction called the Young and convince them to call the Jedi Order for aid. You must create a contract with them before they make the call, something legally binding which gives you permission to move in Republican Space.” Ben explained. “If they do accept, the Jedi can interfere and help them– for now our hands are tied. Make sure that they ask for me by name. I am only asking you to make contact, everything else is up to the Young.”

Mereel looked confused, “The Young?”

“You will understand once you have met them.” Ben replied, “Winning their trust won’t be easy, not for them and certainly not for you. I can not tell you more at this time. I understand the strange nature of this request and the consequences it may bring but–”

“I will do it.”

Ben stopped. “Excuse me?”

Mereel smiled and lowered his head for a moment, “Consider it done.”

—----------

Ben: *Doing katas he could do for days without a break*

Ben: *Rude and out of line*

Che & Kit: Who hurt you?

Ben: *Shoving his emotions down the drain* apologies, that was rude.

Che & Kit: *Visibly worried*

Ben: *Goes to a exposition in hopes of meeting Bail*

Also Ben: *Accidentally spills that he already knew Bail to the man and proceeds to make things worse for him* We used to be friends– or will be in the future– well–

Bail: *Just vibing and highly interested in his new Jedi friend* Interesting. I am sure we will be good friends.

Ben: *Spots Jaster* Oh, it’s that guy.

Bail: You know him? He’s the Mand’alor and–

Ben: 0.0

Ben: *Remembers ghosting the man*

Ben: Ah, I see.

Jaster: Hello Kyr’ta.

Ben: Hello there.

Jaster: I came to offer you three life-debts.

Ben: *Thinking about the issue he’d been trying to solve* Well there’s this one thing– No, I couldn’t ask that–

Jaster: *A simp* I will do it!

Chapter 7: Melida/Daan

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Chapter 7; Melida/Daan

Mereel knew that Naasade had been right the moment they landed on the wartorn planet– his request had been outrageous.

Melida/Daan was a war-torn planet. There was nothing salvageable and nothing of note. Ruined cities were scattered around on the surface, no way of making credits or even resupplying. Landing on the planet alone was a huge risk.

However, when a Kyr’ta sends you on a quest to aid a group of beings stuck in war, you damn well do it.

Ben Naasade had saved Mereels life twice as well as the lives of his ad and verd’e. He had appeared like a Kyr’ta, appearing like an angel sent by the Manda to save Jaster’s life.

He looked the part too– bright copper coloured hair with some white hairs sprinkled through, deep blue eyes that had seen too much but somehow still appeared compassionate. A calculating gaze, but one out of concern and worry rather than evil intent.

What a sight to see.

Jaster knew that it was this one request or nothing at all– and it would be dishonourable for Jaster not to offer his debts up to this man. Ben Naasade had already declined his debt once and would likely not ask for anything else if Jaster were to decline.

He had wondered what was so important about an internal conflict on a planet as unknown as Melida/Daan.

He learned that missing bit of information the hard way.

Verd’ade– child soldiers.

Melida/Daan’s Young– the faction Ben had asked Jaster to make contact with was made up of child soldiers.

Their fighting ade were between the ages of 6 and 13– they were surviving and fighting for peace.

Jaster felt like crying as he informed their Alor’ike of Ben’s message before offering his own aid.

“What, some Jedi wants us to call them?” The boy looked ridiculed– angry even. “Why? What good have they ever done?”

Apparently there had been another Jetii who had gotten captured. A second Jetii had gotten to Melida/Daan before the Mandalorians had and apparently left without helping the Young.

It seemed the Kyr’ta was correcting a wrong made by his Order once again.

Cerasi, the other leader of the Young, was more open to the idea and had made the call. They spoke to the leader of the Jetiise Order and had asked for Ben by name. The Jetii’alor had stiffened immediately and groaned, then sighed as if it was inevitable and agreed to send aid– agreed to send out Ben Naasade. They were on their way now.

In the meantime, Jaster had been setting up the Young in better temporary housing. They could do little on this planet– they couldn’t be hired by children and involving themselves in a war would draw the ire of the Republican Senate no matter the reason.

Damn political games. Damn those demagolka who go out to harm their own ade. Damn it all.

Jaster could still remember their little eyes gleaming in the dim light of the sewers– fearful expressions shot their way as if they were there to hurt them, to end their lives. There were so many of them, ade that were hurt both mentally and physically. It was not fair.

“Mr Mereel?”

“Alor’ika?” Jaster turned to face Cerasi. Manda, she was so small. Just thirteen and already a veteran– a verd.

“Will they be here soon?” She asked, looking out to the planes where Jaster had been looking at.

“They dropped out of hyperspace not long ago.” Jaster confirmed, “It will be a matter of hours now.”

Cerasi nodded. “Are you sure he will help?”

“Without Jetii’bajir Ben Naasade, we wouldn’t even know about your situation.” Jaster replied. Which begged the question how Ben had known– those were worries for later though– after they resolved this mess.

“And they can help, right?”

“Legally, yes.” Jaster nodded. “We can only defend, they can attack. Ben Naasade will aid you. I am sure of it.”

That was the whole reason Ben had requested Jaster to interfere here. To help the Young in whatever way they needed it.

“We’ve never even spoken with him.” Cerasi sounded hesitant– too hurt by other adults to believe this one would be any different. “Nield doesn’t think he’ll show up. He thinks you’re leaving too, once you realise how lost this place truly is.”

Jaster turned and kneeled in front of Cerasi. “On my life I swear to you that I will not leave until I can ensure your wellbeing. Haat, ijaat, haa’it.”

As the promise left Jaster’s mouth, a ship broke through the atmosphere followed by a second. Jaster stood as they landed on the places several clicks away from the camp the Haat’ade had set up.

“That’ll be them.” Jaster mused. “We will greet them and lead them back. Make for the camp.”

Cerasi shook her head, “No. I want to be there.”

—---------------

“Why do I have to help the healers?” Obi-Wan frowned.

“Because I will not have you running around in the middle of a battlefield. Bringing you along is to stop you from sneaking onboard, you are to help Healer Che to keep you out of trouble, Obi-Wan.” Ben replied, which felt like the 100th time. “At the first sign of retaliation, you will be on your way back to the Temple.”

Obi-Wan had been unhappy when Ben had benched him after Bandomeer. He had been stuck on Coruscant for close to a year since Bandomeer– only leaving for small missions here and there but never actual big ones.

While that was the norm for Junior Padawan, Obi-Wan knew Ben took on more interesting missions without him from time to time. Not often– Master Naasade was focussing on training Jedi Knights and Master classes, sometimes ones for Padawans but those had become rather rare.

“But there will be Mandalorians! Surely they can keep an eye out.” Obi-Wan argued.

“We are not sure they will be working with us yet.” Ben grimaced, “I asked them to deliver a message, nothing else. Unless they offer aid to the Young, they will be gone before we even arrive. There is not much they can do without approval of a leading party on the planet– Melida/Daan severely lacks that. The Mandalorians couldn’t legally stick around for too long, let alone fight in the name of the Young.”

It was a possibility Ben had to keep in mind. While he believed the Haat’ade to be honourable and likely to aid the Young, there was always a chance that they wouldn’t. It was a legal mess after all.

“Master Naasade.” Knight Feemor peeked out of the co*ckpit of the ship and looked at the Jedi present. “We are about to land.”

“Thank you, Knight Feemor.” Ben nodded. “No sign of trouble yet?”

“Nothing, Master.”

“Good. Keep a keen eye out.” Ben warned. “The Young will come to us but their oppressors may not be far behind. Do not lay down the first blow, let them attack instead.”

The Knights Ben had been appointed were young. They would not be the same after what they were about to witness. For better or for worse, they were all about to see what kind of Darkness the Galaxy hid away– the horrors of war, even if they were not yet tied to it.

Healer Che had come along mostly to guide some of her trained apprentices in case of a larger scale conflict. If her best learned the skills necessary on the battlefront, they could teach it to their pupils.

Officially, they were there on a relief mission. Unofficially, Ben was planning the Young’s victory. They would need to tread carefully from here on out.

Once the ship landed, Ben made his way to the hatch and opened it. The second ship holding the healing equipment and the other supplies Ben had demanded for the mission just landed when Ben exited the ship.

Obi-Wan was close to his side as they took a look around.

The surface of Melida/Daan was a lot brighter than Ben remembered. Then again, he had mostly spent his time down in the sewers or out at night. Ben didn’t see much daylight whilst with the Young– the first time he had seen the sun since his first arrival on Melida/Daan was when he was back on Coruscant. To see the sun vanish beyond the horizon was strange to him.

What hadn’t changed was the thick layer of ash and rubble on the planet’s surface. No colour in sight except for the two ships the Jedi had brought in– and those were partially covered in ash now as well.

Except for a small bit of red off in the distance.

Narrowing his eyes, Ben tried to make out what it was only to realise that it was the Mand’alor. Raising a hand, Ben waved at the man, relieved to see that they were still there.

“Master?”

“The Mand’alor is up there.” Ben replied, pointing him out to his Padawan before turning to the Knights gathering around him. “We are creating a perimeter, setting it up around the ships. The highground of his valley will give us a clear sight of our surroundings.”

Feemor frowned, “We will also be in the open.”

“Yes.” Ben hummed. “That is quite the point, isn’t it? Padawan, help healer Che set up.”

Thankfully, Obi-Wan didn’t argue and headed to the Master in question. Once the Jedi started setting up, Ben focussed his attention on the approaching lifeforces.

“Jetii’bajir Naasade.”

“Mand’alor Mereel. I must thank you for fulfilling my request.” Ben accepted the arm Mereel held out to him. He then focussed his attention on the two members of the Young next to Mereel. “And I am glad that you have called the Order upon said request.”

Cerasi didn’t move to greet Ben and instead just nodded. “Hello.”

Nield just glared at Ben, which was fair.

“Shall we move this inside?”

—---------------

The Mandalorians had been aiding the Young to the best of their abilities but they lacked proper supplies due to lack of information. Ben should have given more information but getting a hold of the Mand’alor proved difficult.

“Su cuy’gar, Mand’alor. I am glad to see you are still with us on Melida/Daan.”

“I am glad of your hasty arrival.” Mereel didn’t look amused with Ben.

“Indeed.” Ben nodded, “Apologies for the lack of intel, as you can see the situation required some secrecy.”

“A heads up would have been nice, Kyr’ta.”

That word again– Ben should really find a moment to ask what that was all about, now was not the time.

“I will further explain the reasoning behind the lack of information at a later time.” Ben vowed. “For now it is important to get the basics out of the way.”

Ben proceeded to lay out the details of the Jedi’s presence on Melida/Daan. They were there to provide aid however their true purpose was to end the war and allow rebuilding to start.

A few things were made clear immediately– the Jedi were not to seek out conflict but were allowed to lay the first blow if they deemed it necessary. Ben made it clear that they would have to explain why they attacked in great detail and it was not something they preferred but they would do it if there was no other option.

They were not going anywhere until Melida/Daan was stable, though the Knights and Ben were there to fix the conflict– the healers and later on the Agri-corp would be aiding them long term.

“So you’re leaving once the battle is over?” Nield pursed his lips.

“We have permission to end the conflict but the Knights as well as my Padawan and I are of the Knight-Corp, we have different rules in certain matters. We are here temporarily but the Med-Corp will be remaining on site for the foreseeable future.” Ben replied. “We are not swooping in just to fight your battles and leave you with what is left in the dust. We are here to aid Melida/Daan in rebuilding.”

Cerasi nodded thoughtfully, “I see.”

“I will add that we are going to offer training to the Young. We are more than aware of the fact that you wish to fight but we want to offer safety and the choice to take up arms rather than making you fight.” Ben added before turning to the Mandalorians.

“There’s another thing you need to know.” Cerasi looked concerned and for good reason. “Both sides of the Elders have prisoners of the Young. We were able to get some back from Melida when they moved them but we haven’t seen the ones taken by the Daan or heard from them in a long while.”

“Then that is where we will start.” Ben nodded. “I will need to know everything about their capture, we work from there. Then for our mutual friends–”

“We are glad to hear that there is a clear plan. How can we help?” Mereel asked. “We can not do much in Republican Space– it will be seen as an attack on the Republic.”

“Which is why I have made some preparations between now and the last time we spoke.”

Mereel tilted his head in question. “A free pass to kill?”

“Not exactly. On behalf of the Jedi Order, I would like to hire you. Though I am unsure of what your prices would entail.” Ben smiled at the Mand’alor. “It is important that the Jedi are protected while they aid in the planet’s relief after all.”

Catching on, the Mand’alor smiled. “I am sure we can find common ground.”

Most of the work with moving the Young had been done by the Mandalorians– they had started treatment on the injured and provided food and protection. Now that the Jedi arrived, they could replenish supplies and actually give the Mandalorians protection from the Senate.

They had been itching to slaughter the dar’buir’e of the Young and as soon as the details were hashed out, would be working alongside the Jedi in dealing with the remaining Elders.

—----------------------

“So you’re that Jedi guy everyone’s talking about.”

Ben’s group of Jedi had worked hard to get their camp up and running. The Young had been welcomed and shown around. They chose to keep their main base down in the sewers– out in the open felt wrong even in the cover they had found.

The injured in need of bacta– which were a lot of the Young– were brought up to one of the Jedi ships for treatment. Ben had yet to speak to the Mand’alor but had met with Cerasi not long after their arrival.

“I suppose I am.” Ben replied, turning to Nield.

Nield had seemed so big back then– he was just a small boy.

“You don’t look like much.”

It seems the feeling was mutual. “Looks can be deceiving.” Ben replied, “Nield of the Young.”

“Right in one go.” Nield replied, “I don’t like you,”

“That is fine. I don’t need you to like me in order for me to help you.” Ben replied calmly.

Ben and Nield had always had an unsteady friendship– one that would end with the older boy banishing Ben from Melida/Daan after Cerasi’s passing. Reluctant friends, barely allies, they worked together and fought together but it was not enough to overcome their differences.

In hindsight, Nield was envious of Ben– Ben could leave once his Master returned for him– Nield was stuck in the rubbles of his home. Alone and forced to be the leader of a bunch of children. Without Cerasi, Nield was unbalanced– unchallenged. Nield blamed Ben– Ben blamed himself.

“Walk the perimeter with me?” Ben offered.

“Sure thing, old man.”

Well, old man was better than being called an Elder.

In his own time amongst the Young, Ben had developed skills with a sniper rifle which he later developed during his mission to Mandalore. It had startled a lot of the beings when he first picked it up but Ben didn’t care much as he checked the condition of the rifle in question.

It sure seemed to ruffle the Mandalorians’ feathers when Ben loaded it and took a test shot but Ben ignored it in favour of adding it to his arsenal.

With the weapon over his shoulder, Ben and Nield walked along the edge of the camp– something Ben did every morning and evening.

“So what’s your deal? How did you know about Melida/Daan?” Nield was curious, Ben could feel it in the Force. “No one else does.”

“The how hardly matters.” Ben mused. “The Young shouldn’t have to fight this battle, they deserve to be fought for. You deserve to be fought for. That is all there is to it.”

“Can you even shoot a rifle? Or are you just carrying it because you can.”

Ben smiled. “I can shoot.” He replied. “Want to see?”

Nield crossed his arms, “Sure.”

Shrugging the rifle off his shoulder, Ben kneeled to the ground. “Pick a target.”

Liking the little game they were about to play, Nield looked out over the ruined place and scanned the area. Eventually he spotted a glint in a tiny window from an old building that was miraculously still intact.

“Window, building to the far right.”

It had to be 2,5 klicks away– a difficult target considering the size and the distance.

Fair enough.

Closing his eyes, Ben felt the breeze brush through his loose hair– not too strong but noticeable, on this distance it would affect the shot significantly. “Hold onto this for a moment.”

Ben handed the rifle in his hand to Nield before brushing his hands through his hair. Taking a moment to tie his hair up in a bun, Ben shrugged off his outer robe and put it on the ground. Laying down on it, Ben took the rifle from Nield again and settled.

Finding the target, Ben took some deep breaths before breathing out. Adjust aim according to the wind, calculate the distance and the height. Focus on the Force and let it guide you.

One twitch of his finger was enough to send a blaster bolt flying through the air.

As soon as Ben pulled the trigger, he closed his eyes, taking a breath again. A few moments later, he could hear the echoes of shattered glass and grinned. He still had it.

“Lucky shot.”

“Sure kid.” Ben snorted.

“It takes a lot of luck to nail that shot.” Ben sat up and looked back to see Mereel and Obi-Wan behind them. “It might just be skill.”

“That was wizard!” Obi-Wan looked star struck while Mereel just nodded in admiration.

“Why thank you for the confidence, Mand’alor. It is always appreciated.” Ben sassed back.

Obi-Wan tilted his head, “When will you teach me that?”

“Pff.” Nield scoffed, “I can teach you to shoot.” Nield huffed as if annoyed, neither adult was convinced. Nield was just glad to see a kid his age– most of the other Young were younger than he was and he was in a leading position– a lonely place to be.

The Mand’alor huffed a laugh as he watched the kids interact, “Isn’t it rare for Jedi to use blasters, let alone sniper rifles?”

Getting up and dusting his robes off, Ben shrugged, “I suppose,” He replied, “But haven’t I proven to be anything but a regular Jedi by now?”

“That is fair.” Mereel hummed. “The scouts have gathered for the briefing, we’re ready to go.”

“Master Naasade?”

Both Ben and Mereel looked over to where Obi-Wan appeared, “Padawan? Oh, how rude, I must have never introduced the two of you. Mand’alor Mereel, this is my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Obi-Wan is your Padawan? Not the Jetii’Baar’ur’s?” For some reason, Jaster’s eye twitched, “You are a buir?”

“Oh no, he’s not mine.” Ben completely missed the longing look in Jaster’s eyes, “He is my hibir or Jetii’ad it is? What did you need, Obi-Wan?”

“We’re ready to. Knight Feemor asked me to come and get you.” Obi-Wan replied, eyeing the Mand’alor’s strange reaction for a moment before focussing on his Master again.

Ben nodded. It would be the first team-up between the Jedi Knights and the Mandalorians. Both Ben and Mereel would be coming along while Healer Che and Kal Skirata stayed in the camp to keep an eye on things.

A couple of duo’s would be sent out, a Jedi and a Mandalorian paired up. There were four of them in total to confirm data the Young had gathered while surviving. They would need exact locations to start with taking down the Elders.

Ben had estimated it wouldn’t take longer than three weeks to defeat the Elders if they went about it strategically– that meant collaboration from both sides in order to be as effective as possible.

From experience, Ben knew Mandalorians and Jedi could work together perfectly– a dangerous combination but balanced in all the right ways. If only these Jedi and Mando’s would quit being so stubborn and get to know each other rather than acting like the other could attack at any moment.

If this was going to work they needed to get on the same page.

Both Ben and Mereel gave their people a short introduction before revealing the fact that they were making Jedi-Mando pairs. That is where the arguing started.

“The brutality of a Mandalorian does not suit the Jedi way.”

“Oh shove it, posh bastard– you would never survive out there. What good can you do in combat?”

“Please– this is ridiculous. Master Naasade, I must–”

“QUIET!” Ben shouted, fuming at the childish behaviour of the two groups. “Get over yourselves! We are here to do our respective duties. Knights– you are trained to work with non-Jedi, this will be no different. Do not start with me.”

One of the Mando’s that had been particularly vocal about their displease of the fact he would be paired with a Knight pointed out, “What good can you do? This is a scouting mission. Without your flashy Jetii’kad’au, what use are you?”

They had no time for this.

Pointedly handing his visible saber to Jaster, Ben stepped away from the crowd, his back turned to the edge of camp where nothing else was in the way. While the argument had started again, Ben turned and made eye contact with Nield.

“Nield. Shoot at me.”

A bunch of shocked reactions echoed through the crowd.

“Wha–?” “Ben–!” “Master–!”

Not from Nield though– Nield took the shot without a second of hesitation.

Good kid.

Ben held his hand out, freezing the bolt in mid-air. He let it be for a moment before redirecting it off to the side. “Keep it up.” Ben encouraged, as Nield had stopped to progress what Ben had just done.

Determined, Nield started to shoot at Ben more rapidly, none of the shots landed anywhere near him. Ben redirected them either to the ground or to land somewhere behind him.

“Just because a Jedi is known for their saber, does not mean that is all they can do.” Ben’s tone was cold as he scolded the Mando in question. “All of us can do this– this is considered a game in the Temple. Do not think that a saber is what makes a Jedi useful– that would be a mistake you only make once.”

Nield stopped firing at Ben while he spoke and was immediately hit on the head by Cerasi, “Dumbass!” She muttered while Nield rubbed the back of his head.

Ben took the lead again. “From now on, we will be training together for at least an hour a day.” He announced, “Stop this childish complaining and focus on why we are here. The Young don’t need us arguing at every turn. We are experienced enough to set our differences aside and work together.”

Ashamed by being scolded, both groups grumbled quietly but headed over to the other being they were matched with. In total, there were seven duos who would be leaving the camp, Ben and Feemor included.

Mereel had claimed Ben as his partner and it would only make sense that Feemor matched with Jaster’s second in command, Kal Skirata. Ben prayed to the Force that the pairs wouldn't rip each other apart while they were out in the field.

“Keep each other alive, scout for the Elders, do not engage if you can help it.” Ben reminded everyone present. “Make sure to take note of coordinates as you go. Call for back-up if you get pinned. Good luck out there. May the Force be with you.”

Murmurs of ‘goodluck’ and ‘oya’ sounded through the crowd as pairs started to take off in their respective directions. Ben and Jaster stuck around until everyone had dispersed, that took a good 30 minutes.

“You will be careful out there, right?” Obi-Wan inquired as Ben said a quick goodbye to him.

“As careful as I can be.” Ben vowed. “Keep an eye on Healer Che for me– she is stressed with the state of her patience and it’s affecting her more than she cares to admit.”

The current situation took a toll on a lot of Jedi. They should have been the first to hear about any trouble within the Republic– the Senate had given them the bare minimum of intel and the truth was far from what they had been told about Melida/Daan. The grieve and sadness of the Young hit the Jedi hard– their emotions and cries for help were overwhelming.

“I will, Master.” Obi-Wan bowed and skipped off, joined by Cerasi as they headed to the medbay-ship.

“He’s a good ad’ika.” Jaster observed as they watched the younglings walk off. “The Young like him.”

“He is a little Light.” Ben replied. A little light that hasn’t been put out by his bad experiences yet. Ben hoped that wouldn’t happen. “Shall we, Mand’alor?”

“We shall, Jetii’kyr’ta.”

Ben pursed his lips, “I meant to ask before but it was never the right time,” He started as they walked out of the camp and to one of the last speeders. “Forgive me if it is a widely used term but– what does Kyr’ta translate to?”

The Mand’alor barked a laugh, “It is our nickname for you– or rather, the Goran be Keldabe believes you to be one.”

“One of what?”

“Well, kyr’ roughly translates to ‘death’, and ‘ta is deprived from kar’ta which is heart or in this case, soul.”

“Dead-soul?” Ben cringed, “That does not sound too pleasant.”

“That is not our intention!” Jaster quickly clarified, “In our culture we believe we march on, are you familiar?”

“Taab'echaaj'la.” Ben muttered, nodding. “How does this relate to being Kyr’ta?”

“Elek.” Jaster confirmed as he took the drivers seat in the speeder and helped Ben on top of it despite the latter not needing it in the slightest. “There is an old legend that speaks of the Kyr’ta– a spirit or ghost sent by the Manda from the Darasuum’tabir– They guide the ade be Manda to better paths and sometimes in truly rare cases interfere when things go wrong.”

Ben blinked, then coughed to hide the bark of surprised laughter, “You think I’m a ghost?”

“You certainly act like one.” Jaster shrugged. “I think it was a little too coincidental– you stumbled upon my son a few years ago, turning up on Galidraan, now here with the Young.”

“Your son ran into me.” Ben corrected. “I didn’t find him, he threw himself at me.”

“My point remains.” Jaster replied, looking at Ben a little more intensely. “And your deflection is not helping your case.”

Ben sputtered, “I do not deflect.” He protested.

Now it was Jaster’s turn to laugh, “You are a enigma, Jetii’kyr’ta Naasade.”

“Jedi-ghost?” Ben shook his head, thoroughly amused, “I mean no disrespect to your beliefs, but I have to protest.”

“Protest all you like, you brought this upon yourself.”

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By the end of the cycle, the Jedi-Mando pairs started to return back to the camp. It seemed their time of forced bonding had helped them respect each other a little more. Two pairs had gotten into a scuffle with the Daan who had shot at them for the crime of moving– those Daan had been taken out quietly.

The last to return were the Mand’alor and Master Naasade, something that had Obi-Wan stressed beyond reason. “Shouldn’t they be back yet?”

Feemor, who had been one of the people to get into a fight, spoke to the Padawan as he wrapped his arm with bacta bandages, “Master Naasade is a competent fighter. If they got into trouble they would have called. On top of that, as his Padawan you would have been the first to know if he got harmed.”

“I know that, but–”

“Worry only prolongs suffering.” Feemor petted Obi-Wan’s head, “Trust in the Force. What does it tell you?”

“That the planet’s hurt.” Obi-Wan muttered, his mood worse than moments before. “Master Naasade tends to shut his shields– I know he’s alive but other than that–”

Feemor cringed– the Force was heavy on Melida/Daan. It screamed in pain for the little lost Lights of the Young that had fallen and the sorrows, hatred and anger that came with war. At this time, the Force was not the best place to find peace in.

Thankfully, the Knight didn’t need to find a way to better the situation because two life forces approached the camp at a slow but steady pace.

“Do you think it’s them?”

“Let’s go take a look.” Feemor guided the Padawan towards the South side of the camp and peered into the direction of the figures. “It has to be. I will fetch Healer Che in case either is injured. They set out with a speeder which is no longer with them, I doubt everything went smoothly.”

Feemor was really not used to dealing with young Padawans because Obi-Wan’s anxiety rose a few levels at that comment. Feemor cringed as he fled the scene before he could make the situation any worse and left to find the Jedi Healer.

Obi-Wan watched as the figure drew closer, his shoulder relaxing once he saw the familiar gleam of Ben’s copper hair and the red edges of the Mand’alor’s armour.

More joined Obi-Wan as they waited for their respective leader to return and were concerned at what they saw.

Master Naasade’s was missing his outer robe, his regular robes were scorched and ripped in several places revealing the armour hidden below. He was covered in ash and had some blood dripping from his mouth and into his beard.

The Mand’alor’s armour looked slightly dented and was more scratched up than it had been before. The Mand’alor wasn’t wearing his helmet, holding it as he walked instead– it had been slightly dented and the visors was cracked.

Both men looked tired but had amused grins on their faces as they casually strolled into the camp.

“Jaieh!” Obi-Wan launched himself at Ben and hugged him, “What took you so long?”

“A minor run-in with the Melida.” Ben patted Obi-Wan’s back, comforting the boy as he turned his attention to Feemor. “Knight Feemor, could you please note that one of our speeders was destroyed while in action?”

Master Naasade ignored the outrages as he dropped into a meditative position on the ground and let out a sigh. Che was on him in an instance and started her concerned poking.

To his credit, Knight Feemor hardly blinked as he pulled a datapad out and started noting some things down, “Cause of destruction?”

“A medium sized ion cannon.” Ben didn’t even blink.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened more– if that was even possible. “The Melida have an ion cannon?!”

“The Melida used to have one.” Jaster snorted, a medic of his own people named Mij looking at his injured with a scowl.

It seemed to be an inside joke because Master Naasade made an amused noise as well. “They sure used to.” He agreed.

“Alright, debrief! Now!” Che demanded, yanking Ben up once she was sure it wouldn’t further harm him.

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Jaster: *Still a simp* Jetii’Kyr’ta– Ben is amazing, you will like him.

Cerasi & Nield: *Press F to doubt*

Obi-Wan: So why is it I can’t be with you on this mission?

Ben: *Contemplating life* Because it’s a warzone?! I will be out in the battle and you are not even fourteen yet?!

Obi-Wan: I will be in a few months.

Ben: Not helping!

Nield: I don’t like you.

Ben: Understandable.

Nield: *Suspicious* Is it?

Ben: I can shoot, pick a target.

Nield: *A verified little sh*t* See that tiny window in the far distance?

Ben: Bet.

Ben: *Pulls off incredible shot*

Nield: Lucky.

Jaster: *Joking* Perhaps there’s some skill there.

Ben: *Also joking* Haters, all of you.

Mando’s & Jedi: *Not vibing and close to ripping each other’s throats out*

Ben & Jaster: *Flirting*

Mando’s & Jedi: *United over confusion* What the kriff?

Ben & Jaster: *Chaos magnets* Yeah so there was an Ion-cannon.

Everyone: What the kriff?! How does Melida still have those? There were no big guns left here, right?

Ben & Jaster: *Trolls* Well they had an Ion-cannon.

Everyone: ಠ ಠ

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Taab'echaaj'la - Marching far away

Darasuum’tabir - Eternal March

ade be Manda - Children of the Manda

Chapter 8: Melidaan

Chapter Text

Chapter 8; Melidaan

Something was off.

Of course it was, Melida/Daan was a karking mess, but there was something else. The Force– unbalanced and ripped as it was on this planet– warned Ben by poking him.

Tomorrow something was going to happen– something that could just influence the future in some way and Ben worried.

“We move on the Daan in a few hours.” Ben had heard Mereel approach but didn’t shift from his meditative position. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I have a bad feeling.” Ben admitted despite knowing Mereel wouldn’t understand the underlying meaning. “Something awful happened and I need to remain balanced if I want to see this battle through without causing more trouble.”

If Ben were to lash out– it could cause a lot of damage to say the least.

“Perhaps rest helps with that?” Mereel offered as he dropped down next to Ben and looked at the ruined city nearby.

“No.” Ben replied. “There is tension building in the Force. I can feel it– all of us can.”

Now that Ben mentioned it, Jaster had noticed more Jedi up and about despite the late hours. All looking weary, all looking tense– more so than they had the last few days.

“Is that what has you all on edge? The Manda?”

Ben hummed, his eyes still closed and his expression still blank. “We are affected by our surroundings– the Force is in everything. When a planet suffers, when its inhabitants suffer, we feel it. It affects us in ways that are tough to deal with.”

Something had happened, and they would find out what that was soon enough.

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“We are in position.”

“Wait for our signal.” Jaster replied.

Ben’s words remained with him as Jaster coordinated his men for the attack. Something was wrong– something had or was going to happen.

While Mandalorians were wary of the Jetiises ‘Force’, it had always been Jaster’s belief that their Force was not too different from the Mando’ades Ka’ra. If Ben was Ka’ra’tigaan– he would be concidered a Ven’haa’taylir– a Seer. Ven’haa’taylir’e were well respected within their community and their words were never taken lightly.

If Ben said something was wrong, then Jaster would take that into account when guiding his verd’e.

“We are ready.” Ben appeared beside Jaster, having finished his own preparations, “Give the signal.”

“Try not to run too far ahead.”

Ben huffed a laugh, “I am acting as the line-breaker, I am supposed to run ahead.”

Jaster let out a sigh, “I still don’t like this plan.”

“It will be quicker than a siege.” Ben replied. “This is Guerrilla warfare– quick and devastating strikes at random points. If we can take this base down successfully we can pin the Daan before the end of the cycle. We can get to the captured Young and extract them for medical care.”

“So you keep saying.” Jaster muttered, “I am not saying it’s a bad plan, I am merely stating that I don’t like it.”

Ben patted Jaster’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, I have done this countless times. Just be sure to keep shooting, I’ll avoid it.”

Before Jaster could reply to Ben, the man was heading to his own position, waiting for Jaster to give the go-ahead. Still, Jaster couldn't help but ask, “When? When did you fight Guerrilla warfare, Kyrta’ika?”

There was a seemingly looming silence– the quiet before the storm as Jaster raised his hand.

Keeping it there for a moment, Jaster let out a breath. “Oya.” He muttered before signing the start of the attack.

May the Manda and Ka’ra be with them all.

The silence was broken as the Haat’ade started taking pot shots at where they knew the Daan to be. Ben was right when he said a siege wasn’t worth it, it took way too long for the Daan to respond to their attack– undermanned and likely not well supplied.

It was a good sign for their attack, not so much for the Daan.

Once Ben figured out where the Daan were positioned he started signing some quick commands to his Knights before leaping over the cover he had been behind.

That man was truly crazy.

Jaster watched in awe as his Jetii revealed his blue lightsaber and started drawing the Daan’s fire. Ben batted the bolts away as if they were nothing and rapidly approached the base they were planning on taking down.

“Ram’or!” Jaster ordered, “Use their blindspots to get into the building!”

Jetpacks fired to life as Mandalorians followed Ben’s lead and made to breach the Daan’s defences. The fight was rough but it wouldn’t last long. There were not enough Daan for them to keep this up for too long.

It was near the end of the fight when the first allied casualties occured.

A Jetii far off was shot and collapsed onto the ground. Jaster could hear his one of his Verd’e yell for a medic but it was a fatal hit. A few metres to the right was another Jetii that screamed in agony and fell, caught by their Mando duo partner before they could hit the ground. The Mandalorian dragged them off the battlefield and into cover.

Ben seemingly stumbled at the passing of the other Jetii and turned back while deflecting shots “Don’t get distracted!” He yelled as other Jetiise seemed urged to help their vod. “Keep focus on your own fight!”

Jetiise must not often lose one of their own in battle because one of them failed to listen to the Jetii’bajir’s warning– causing them to be open for a knife to the back. The second Jetii gurgled on their own blood as the Daan-demangolka took their life. They paid for the offence on their own.

The fight went on for a while before it all calmed down. “Take care of the injured,” Ben barked, “Set up a medi-camp. Those able to fight follow.”

With that quick order, Jaster quickly found himself at Ben’s side as they worked together to breach the barricaded building. They worked well together, Ben knew how to fight alongside a Mandalorian a little too well.

As their verd’e took over the building, Jaster kept to Ben’s side as he seamlessly walked through the building– as if he knew where to go. Throughout the building, the Verd’e started to gather up the unarmed Daan and transport them outside– they would be kept as prisoners of war. Those that fought back were taken out without hesitation.

What worried Jaster was the horrified expression on Ben’s face as he sped up and the flattering in the step of the Jetiise that walked near them.

Something bad had happened.

They came upon a room, a dark one. It smelled awful, rotten and of death.

There were beings of the Daan that had been hiding in the dungeons– their leader included. They looked fearful as Ben and Jaster stormed in followed by their army and started taking them down.

It was when Jaster almost fell over something on the floor that he looked down.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw the tiny and lifeless figure of a humanoid being on the ground.

An ad.

Dead.

Suddenly he understood the horror in the eyes of the Jetiise and the feral and cold anger radiating from Ben– the Young that had been captured– they were dead.

Something in Jaster broke as he shot some of the Elders point blank.

The ade that they were marching on looked gaunt– too thin– some had been injured, others were just too thin. There was a smell that suggested sickness. If Injury or hunger hadn’t killed them, it would be whatever fever was in the air.

Jaster gagged as he realised what happened here. The Daan had locked the Young away and left them to rot.

“Halt!” One of the Daan– the last alive– shouted, “I am unarmed!”

Jaster stilled as Ben froze, his blue saber lighting the smug look of the adult in charge of the Daan.

No… This– this crime needed to receive retribution. This horrored act demanded the wrath of the Mando’ade. How could he– Jaster knew very well what a tricky situation this had become. Move against the Daan and risk the wrath of the Senate for lawless murder of a planetary leader but this injustice– Jaster couldn’t–

His raging mind stilled as Ben moved to straighten himself and let his saber vanish.

Ben looked calm.

He looked calm in a way that had Jaster on edge. The massacre– the absolute horrored acts that had occurred here were a stark contrast to how still and serene Ben looked. Unlike the other Jedi who had been hit hard and was either nassues or horrified and angry, Ben didn’t seem to react at all.

But Jaster could see his eyes.

It was Ben’s eyes that held the storm inside the man. His eyes were haunted, his usually warm blues looked cold– like haran froze over. The Jetii may look like a statue to the others but Jaster could see the pure and agonising emotion trapped behind the serene mask.

“I am unarmed!” The demagolka smirked at Ben as if Ben wasn’t about to snap. “You can not legally hurt me. I give myself over to your authority. You Senate-Attack dogs can’t do anything without becoming traitors!”

Ben seemed to know this as he unhooked his Jetii’kad from his belt and held it out to one of his Knights. “Hold onto this for me, Knight Feemor.”

Jetii Feemor grabbed it, tugging it away as he looked away, displeased but resigned.

“Haar’chak, Jetii– you are not going to let him go unpunished for this?!” One of Jaster’s verd’e shouted.

More sounds of displeasure echoed through the room as Mandalorian and Jedi alike protested. All of them demanded blood– all of them wanted retribution for the lives lost in this horrible place.

Haran, Jaster wanted to see blood himself.

“Be quiet.” Ben’s voice was low and dangerous, enough for the verd’e to shut up. “Get out.”

“But–”

“Get out!” Ben repeated, jaw clenched and never breaking eye contact with the leader of the Daan.

Hesitantly, the room started to empty out to the point only Ben and Jaster remained.

“Naasade–” Jaster started but Ben cut him off.

“I want you to understand one thing.” Ben looked at the leader of the Daan, “The Jedi are not the attack dogs of the Senate.”

Jaster watched with a deep frown as Ben straightened up and turned on his heel. Jaster could see Ben’s hands twitch as he moved to Jaster.

For a moment, Jaster thought Ben was walking out– if he did, Jaster would be murdering the man– Republic be damned. Consequences be damned.

But Ben didn’t walk out. He stopped just in front of Jaster, slightly to his left as if he wanted to tell Jaster something. Jaster turned to look at Ben and saw the cold, calculative eyes flicker as is deep in thought.

From one moment to the next, Ben grabbed one of Jaster’s blasters and threw it at the leader of the Daan.

Out of a reflex, the man caught the blaster.

Jaster watched as Ben turned, tilted his head ferally and dashed forwards. Before the Daan leader could drop the blaster, Ben was there, his saber drawn. A flash of orange lit up the dark room for a moment before it was dark again.

A small thud followed by a louder dull one echoed through the room. Jaster let out a breath as Ben stood over the beheaded body of the Daan leader– their hands still holding Jaster’s blaster.

“Apologies, I do not think you can have your blaster back. It is evidence now.” Ben said from where he loomed over the dead man. “We should gather up the fallen, the Young would want to have a funeral for them.”

Then Ben moved past Jaster but Jaster caught his arm. “Ben–”

“Please–” Ben’s voice broke, a tear escaping his eyes and rolling down his cheek. “Please, not now.”

Jaster didn’t let go, instead gently catching Ben in an embrace, holding his head against Jaster’s shoulder. “Breathe Ben.” He muttered, “Take a moment to breathe.”

Feeling the Jetii sudder, Jaster adjusted his grip to look behind Ben. He had not expected his Jetii to kill the man but good riddance. How such a horrible creature thought he would get away with this– Ben had done what they all wanted to do without even compromising their mission.

Jaster gladly gave his blaster up if it meant that man could not hurt any other ade. He was surprised to learn that Ben had another Jetii’kad hidden on his person but he was glad for it.

With his eyes closed, Ben shed some stray tears onto Jaster’s shoulders, basking in the comfort the Mando was providing.

For a moment they stayed like that.

Ben seemed to break a little, letting his usual serene facade slip in favour of mourning the poor ade that passed. The Young would be devastated to learn about their friends’ demise.

For a moment, Jaster held Ben close, one of his hands on Ben’s back, the other resting against the side of his neck. There was a line going around Ben’s neck, an older scar. Jaster couldn’t see it but his finger traced the line gently. It seemed to calm Ben a little.

“You are a good man, Mand’alor Jaster Mereel.” Ben muttered next to Jaster’s ear before gently pushing off the man and walking out of the building.

Jaster watched him go, then glanced back at the demagolka’s corps. May the Manda punish him for their crimes.

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No one questioned the beheaded corps holding one of the Mand’alors blasters as they moved to gather the remains of the Young fallen due to the neglect and torture of the Daan.

Like expected, the Young were not happy to learn the fate of those captured by the Daan. They demanded to hold their own funerals– no help from the outsiders in the slightest as they dug the graves for their fallen comrades and buried them according to their traditions.

The Jedi had not come out unscathed either– they had lost two Knights in the battle, one of which had a training bond with a younger Knight. The poor Knight had not taken it too well, their shields damaged and their bond fried.

“Master Naasade?”

“Yes, Obi-Wan?”

“They finished the preparations.”

“Let us begin then.” Ben replied, getting up from his place of meditation and headed over to outside of the camp where two pyres were built.

Approaching their fellow Jedi, Ben headed to the frond of the crowd. As the leader of the mission Ben was to lead the funeral proceedings. He knew the tradition well– he had done them before, time and time again.

It was tradition to hold it in Dai-Bendu, Ben would not break that tradition just because their allies were not familiar with the language.

Jaster had asked if the Mando’ade were allowed to be present at the funeral– two of his Verd’e had been paired up with the Knights and they had grown fond of the Jedi that had passed on. Ben had spoken with the Jedi attending the funeral and they all agreed it was alright, even if it was not usually done. The Young had not allowed for outsiders but the Jedi saw no harm.

Not everyone could join the funeral services– some Jedi had to be on duty, the same counted for the Mandalorians, so there was only a small number of beings present.

The funeral proceedings started with a prayer to the Force, a quiet chant that the Jedi echoed. Both those at the official funeral as well as those within the camp.

A quiet murmuring in the melodic tones of Dai-Benu echoed through the ranks, causing the entire camp to be quiet. Ben started with the official wishes for the deceices.

“Tonbrei enoah foh midaial ru enoah dai mifoh'al.” Ben started, leading the oldest and first meditation any Jedi learned. It is the first and last thing a Knight abides by. “Fallen but not lost to us. No longer trapped in the physical realm and untouched by the sorrows of this Galaxy. May the Force accept their sacrifices, their souls, as they pass on into its unending waves.”

From the corner of his eyes, Ben could see Obi-Wan seated between the Mandalorians, who had been paired with the Jedi and Mereel on his other side. He was quietly translating what Ben was saying and explaining what would be happening next.

One of the Jedi had a bond with one of the other Knights but the other had no one familiar to them. Ben would be performing the Lighting of the Pyre for them.

In some cases the Pyres would be lit by torches but Ben was raised more traditionally– his lineage preferred the olden ways. The Lighting of the Pyre was done by performing a demonstration of Force Katas– inviting the Force to light the Pyres.

It was something healing but took a lot of energy which was the reason it was usually not done nowadays.

As the low hum of the Meditation Mantra continued on and the pyres lit on fire to consume the bodies of the brave Knights, Ben took a step back and looked up at the starry skies.

The price of peace was high but rarely outweighed the freedom that came with it.

Perhaps Ben would get a Pyre this time around. That was a nice thought.

Once the official proceeding was over, some Jedi and Mando’s broke off to return to their duties. Others stayed as the fire burned. Ben himself wished he could stay but he knew his own duty wouldn’t allow it.

Just for a little while, Ben walked past the Pyres and stood behind them, looking at the ruined city and cried.

“Master Naasade?” It was Feemor.

Ben looked down to see the Knight holding his blue lightsaber out to him. Feemor returned Ben’s saber to him with a knowing look in his eyes, one that seemed to respect Ben’s play on the situation.

“This is only the beginning.” Ben said as he accepted the cylinder weapon and hooked it to his belt. “More will fall. The Jedi will see more war. They were not prepared for it and paid for that dearly.”

“None of us were prepared.” Feemor replied, a little ticked off at the comment but the sincerity of Ben’s pain stopped him from making any comment on it.

“And that is exactly the flaw that our Order has.” Ben closed his eyes, “We are never prepared when we ought to be.”

Sadness seeped out of his shields– grief of those he had lost in his past life and those that would still give their lives to the Force. Death was inevitable– it was part of life but it hurt Ben.

The only thing Ben truly feared in this new life of his, was being the sole survivor once more.

—--------------------

Once the Daan were taken care of, the Melida all but gave themselves up. They had seen how the Daan had been slaughtered and feared whatever fate would befall them when they came for them.

Ben accepted their surrender even if Jaster was sure the man would have liked to end their lives too.

The Young had been divided on what to do– allow the Elders to roam free under their rule or execute them for their crimes. In the end they voted which Elder would be imprisoned until they deemed them forgiven and which would be facing a death penalty. Ben kept away from those decisions, unwilling to influence whatever the Young would choose.

“So, this is it then?” Jaster asked as he looked at his men packing the last of the Mandalorian gear.

The Young were the rulers of the newly named Melidaan. Cerasi had been voted as their one and only leader while the rest of the Leaders became her advisors. The Mandalorians had adopted a good amount of Young, either choosing to stick around and help with rebuilding for their new ade or choosing to leave the planet at the earliest convenience.

The Agri and Medi-Corps would be there soon to take over from the Knight-Corps. Once they were there, the Mandalorians and Knights would be heading to their respective homes.

“I suppose so.” Ben hummed. “I want to thank you again for all the aid you have provided, I found myself enjoying your presence a great deal.”

“It was an honour to help the Young and by extension the Jetiise.” Mereel agreed. “Though I do hope that next time there will be a proper heads up.”

“Next time?” Ben laughed, “I can not promise such a thing.”

“What will you do after this, Kyr’ta?”

Ben seemed to sober up at the question, something that made Jaster frown. “I have observed a great flaw in the abilities of some of the Knights. I need to rectify those as soon as I can.”

“They fought incredibly well.”

“Yet their situational awareness lacks.” Ben shook his head, clearly disappointed, “They lack knowledge of free-for-all combat, something they will be needing. I am going to train them. These Knights have seen why I do certain things the way I do, they understand now. When I am done with the Order, they will be warriors once more rather than fancy dualists.”

A bold claim but Jaster found himself believing Ben’s claim without doubt. “Well, if you need help with that–”

That got Jaster another laugh from Ben, “While I appreciate the offer, I doubt either party will like that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Jaster mused, glancing at some of his verd’e looking at certain Jetiise with a longing look in their eyes. He had even seen Kal look at Feemor with admiration even if he was once of the Verd’e protesting the buddy system the most.

“We never discussed payment for your work.” Ben pursed his lips.

Jaster smiled, “I wish to visit your Archives and I am sure that some of the Verd’e would like to visit their new friends?”

Ben nodded, “I am sure I can make some arrangements.” A poke through the Force snapped Ben out of his pondering. It was time to leave. “It is time to leave. May the Force be with you, Mand’alor Mereel.”

Jaster grasped Ben’s forearm. “Ret'urcye mhi, Kyrta’Jetii.”

—-------------

Ben felt complicated about being back in the Temple. Melida/Daan had once more left an impact on him. It had left an impact on Obi-Wan– albeit a more positive one in the long run. Obi-Wan had seen suffering and pain but also what good they could do in order to leave the planet a little better than it had been before. He had listened to Ben’s order of sticking near Che and even picked up some skill in healing because of it.

“I am proud of you, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan, startled, looked up from his course work.

It had once again been an early morning. Ben was about to start his morning routine of training after he had been through the Katas with Obi-Wan to help him improve. Obi-Wan was finishing up some course-work for the class he would be attending in a few minutes.

“Master?”

“I am proud of you.” Ben repeated to the boy, looking him in the eyes. “You did well on Melida/Daan, you listened and learned from the situation. I am proud of your progress.”

Obi-Wan sniffed a little, “Thank you, Master Naasade.”

Ben knelt next to Obi-Wan and pulled him into a mirshmure'cya. “You have class. Go, Padawan, I will see you at dinner.”

“Yes, Master!” Obi-Wan jumped up and bowed to Ben before skipping off. Ben could feel his happiness in the Force as he went.

Smiling at the Padawan, Ben took his place on the training mat and started his daily training.

He was surprised when a Knight joined him, copying his movements as determination lingered in the Force. Besides Ben was Knight Feemor– he was trying to replicate Ben’s movements, trying to keep up with Ben’s speed.

Then another Knight joined.

Then yet another.

Soon, almost all of the Knights of the Melida/Daan mission were partaking in Ben’s training with varying levels of determination and skill.

For the first time in a while, Ben felt hopeful as he moved with the Force guiding him. Perhaps they were making progress after all.

—--------------------

“Master Naasade, come in.” Master Dooku opened Sifo-Dyas’ apartment.

That man was here way too much. Was there even anyone within the Temple who believed them to just be friends or is everyone being as polite as Ben is being?

“Hello Master Dooku,” Ben greeted, “Is Master Sifo-Dyas in today?”

“He is, but he has suffered an intense vision. We ought to be gentle with him.” Dooku replied as he nodded to the low coffee table, “Take a seat.”

“I understand.” Ben hummed as he settled on the pillow and patiently waited.

“I heard about your work on Melida/Daan– my former Padawan has faced quite the consequences for his lack of action upon witnessing the situation while you were gone.” Dooku informed as he prepared water and herbs for tea. “I hope you forgive us for not owning your preferred blend.”

Ben nodded his head, “I would never hold that against anyone.”

As the water was heating up for the tea, Dooku went to wake Master Sifo-Dyas. The man appeared not long after looking pale and tired.

“Greetings, Ben, I am glad to see your safe return.” Sifo-Dyas greeted as he slowly sat down. “I am sorry to hear about the losses you suffered.”

“It was tough on the Knights.” Ben agreed.

Dooku, sharp as ever, said, “But that was your plan, right? The reason you brought some of the most influential Knights along? To show them a darker side of the Galaxy?”

“My intention is not to scar them, it’s to educate them on where they may find new ways to improve.” Ben watched as Dooku poured the tea, “They have since started training with me in the morning– besides the usual courses I teach of course.”

“We are aware, it’s the talk of the Temple.” Sifo-Dyas sighed. “I saw you again– It– it seemed positive but– Apologies, friend, I shouldn’t–”

Ben smiled at the man, “No worries, my friend. I understand.” He replied.

He understood better than anyone would ever know.

“They read your binder, you know.”

Oh?

“Is that so?” Ben mused, thinking back to the thick binder with complaints and solutions he had handed to the Council before Melida/Daan some months ago.

“You will be pleased to learn we have started to integrate some of them.” Sifo-Dyas hummed, “The Council was quite impressed though a little confused at some of the ‘preparations’. In what scenario would we be evacuating the Temple secretly?”

“You have had your visions, Master Sifo-Dyas, I have had mine.” Ben replied as he brought the cup of tea up to his nose and enjoyed the warm and sweet smell of it.

Ben prayed to the Force they wouldn’t need them but he knew better than to rely on hope alone.

—------------

Jedi: *Affected by the pain and death on the Planet*

Mando’s: *Concerned*

Ben: *Sighs* Better if they get used to it just in case.

Jaster: *Vibrates in worry*

Daan’s leader: You can’t kill me!

Ben: Would be a shame if you were to hold a weapon.

Daan’s leader: Wha–? *Catches a blaster*

Ben: Woops, is that a weapon you have there? Welp, guess it’s time for you to die!

Jedi: You know, I don’t think the Mando’s are that bad.

Mando’s: Those Jetiise, not that stiff and surprisingly emotional

Both: We like them!

Sifo-Dyas: Yeah so, what is that about evacuations

Ben: *Chuckles despite thinking back to one of the most traumatic days of his life*

Ben: Don’t worry about it, just make sure preparations are made.

—-----------

Ven’haa’taylir - Who Sees the Future (Seer)

Ram’or - Attack

Mirshmure'cya - Keldabe Kiss

Tonbrei enoah foh midaial ru enoah dai mifoh'al. - I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.

Chapter 9: Temple visit

Chapter Text

Chapter 9; Temple visit

“So, Obi-Wan,” Quinlan laid back on the sleeping mat in the Padawan’s suit the Bear Clan shared, “What is it like to be the Padawan of the Myth of the Temple.”

“Oh don’t be like that–”

“No really! What is Master Naasade like outside of training?!” Bant insisted. “Master Che said he is really stubborn and arrogant but she also respects him, how is that even possible?!”

Obi-Wan shrugged, “Master Ben doesn’t really like medical as far as I can tell– but he always insists I get checked out, even if I’m hardly hurt.”

Quinlan groaned, “He keeps sounding better and better.” He sighed, “Do you think you can convince him to teach us Padawan’s again? He has been teaching Knight and Masters alone lately.”

“Master Ben has a full schedule but– I mean I could ask.”

Siri scowled, “How is it I’ve never met him?! You’ve been a Padawan for over three years!”

“I haven’t met him either.” Garen scowled, “Well, besides that one time in the Course he gave before picking Obes as his Padawan.”

“I don’t know.” Obi-Wan replied, “All I know is that we are in the Temple for the next few months at least. Master Naasade wants me to finish the Junior Padawan Coursework so I can finally become a Senior Padawan.”

The Bears were rarely in the Temple at the same time– all by design of course, the Bears got into too much trouble when gathered. This was one of those rare cases where some of their Masters were either injured or sick which kept them in the Temple.

Master Che rarely left the Temple with few large exceptions here and there– her most recent one being Melida/Daan upon Naasade’s insistence. Master Naasade seemed a bit of a loose cannon when it came to missions– he seemed to fish them out of nowhere and the Council never knew about them beforehand– they seemed to be resigned to Master Naasade’s escapades.

“Hey, is Dex’s open?” Quinlan questions, clearly going stir-crazy after only being Temple bound for two days.

“Yeah, but his place is–” Obi-Wan started.

Quinlan sat up, grinning at the others, “Didn’t that dodgy friend of yours open a dinner?”

Laying back, Obi-Wan nodded, “You mean Dex? Yeah I think so. I’ve yet to convince Master Naasade to drop by to see him.”

“We should check it out.” Quinlan stated, nodding in approval of his plan.

Bant frowned, “I don’t know, Quin. Dex’s is in the lower levels, right?”

“Yeah but me and Obes go there all the time!”

Looking at Quinlan with a great amount of confusion, Obi-Wan tilted his head, “We’ve never gone together?”

“My Master and I’ve seen you and Master Naasade there before– don’t lie, I know you two go there!” Quinlan pointed out, “For that drap-tea, right?”

Obi-Wan crunched up his nose in disgust, “How he drinks that stuff, I will never know.” He muttered, “Maybe I should get him a bag– it is his favourite after all, Kelder would be glad to see me.”

Quinlan shook his head, “Bad idea, that would give us away immediately.” He pointed out.

Pouting, Obi-Wan sighed, “I don’t know about this. I’ve never been to the lower levels without Master Naasade.”

“With the five of us– we will be fine.” Quinlan waved the doubt his fellow Padawan had away.

—-----------

The lower levels were dingy and dark as ever. Somehow it seemed more sullen and more dangerous compared to when Obi-Wan was there with his Master.

Master Naasade walked like a local– like someone who was used to travelling through these types of environments. Beings automatically left him alone and avoided him, feeling his aura warning them off.

Obi-Wan had always walked besides Master Naasade, he could always hide himself in the robes of his Master while they walked. This was different. This was five small hooded figures huddling together as they tried to hide from curious eyes.

There was a very good reason that Jedi were prohibited from travelling down to the Lower Levels, it was dangerous and full of the scum of the planet. Padawan were well informed about the dangers and the consequences of sneaking down here– Senior Padawan or not. The Temple warned about the dangerous beings living and working down here– about the slavers pretending to help young beings only for them to end up sold.

Jedi Younglings were worth a lot on the black market– Stewjoni younglings too– Obi-Wan just so happened to be both. That made him rare.

Master Naasade had always made a point of hiding his hair when coming down here– he made a point to Obi-Wan that he should never show his hair off– ever. Obi-Wan was inclined to agree with that assessment.

The Padawan made sure to keep a close eye on one another as they made their way to the location of Dex’s new dinner.

It had been a suggestion Obi-Wan had made. Dex was trying to quit the weapon business and make his business purely intel trade. Obi-Wan suggested opening a dinner and to his surprise, Dex actually did.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Padawan huddle reached the dinner and entered it.

“Oi! No babies!” A customer immediately shouted.

“Babies?” Dex shouted from the back, “What babies?”

“Jedi babies!”

Dex stormed out of the kitchen, a knife held out to the Padawan threateningly. “No Jedi scum in my dinner.”

“Hi Dex.” Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow as he pushed the knife to the side.

“Oh! It’s my little Jedi.” Dex grinned, setting the knife down on the counter nearby, “Welcome to my dinner! Sit down! Your friends too. Come, come!”

The Padawan shuffled behind Dex, ignoring how the curious customers looked the Padawan’s up and down before going back to their food. They knew not to mess with Dex’s friends– Dex was too well connected to be messed with.

The five of them hopped into a booth near the kitchen doors and in the back of the dinner to keep the Padawans out of sight.

“What can I get ya, kiddos?”

Looking at the menu for a while, the Padawans put in their orders and chatted with Dex for a while before the ex-weapons dealer had to return to running his dinner.

After waiting a bit, Dex dropped by to give them their orders telling them it was free of charge for his favourite little Jedi and his friends. Obi-Wan thanked him before digging in.

All was well as the Padawan’s ate and had some quality time together. Dex dropped by from time to time to check up on them and refill drinks. An hour or two later, the Padawan’s decided they should head back before it got too late– going to the Lower Levels was one thing, staying past nightfall was another.

“Now you lot be careful out there,” Dex warned as he pulled Obi-Wan’s hood over his copper hair and patted the top of the Padawan’s head. “Shady beings around– keep those hoods drawn.”

“Thanks for the food, Dex.” Obi-Wan grinned.

“No problem, kiddo.” Dex replied, “Now get going!”

The five Padawan’s stumbled out and headed back towards the trains going into the direction of the Temple.

Halfway through their walk, Obi-Wan started to notice trouble on their six. “Quin?”

“Yeah, I saw.” Quin replied, “We should shake them.”

The other three started to notice Obi-Wan and Quinlan breaking off but Obi-Wan Force-poked them to continue.

Halting, the two stragglers let the other three get a head start and waited for their pursuers to catch up.

“Are we sure about this?”

“It’ll be fine.” Quin shrugged. “No fighting, just getting them away from the others.”

“Alright.” Obi-Wan nodded.

Waiting for a moment longer, Obi-Wan and Quinlan started running once they spotted the beings who had been following them since they left Dex’s dinner.

As expected, the beings took the bait and started chasing behind them. Obi-Wan and Quin ran through the streets and used the Force to leap over large obstacles. Bouncing around the alleys and across gaps, they got to the edge of a platform where there was no bottom in sight.

“Kriff! What now?” Obi-Wan cursed as he turned back to the entrance of the alleyway.

Obi-Wan scrambled to his feet with the help of Quinlan and backed away from their pursuers. “This is bad.” He pointed out the obvious as they were cornered with no easy escape.

“No kriffing kark–”

“Language, ad’ika.”

Stiffening, Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as he and Quin turned to the tall figure looming over them from behind.

“Mand’alor Mereel?!”

“Padawan Kenobi.” Mereel looked over the teens’ heads and nodded, “Trouble?”

At the attention of the Mandalorian, the thieves that had been advancing on them turned their tails and ran. Cowards– not that Obi-Wan blamed them because he was scared of Jaster at first too.

“Elek?”

“Jate Ob’ika, your pronunciation has improved.” Jaster complimented. “Now if you are here, your Jetii’bajir can’t be too far behind. Where’s Ben?”

Both Obi-Wan and Quin pursed their lips, blinking awkwardly. “At the Temple?”

Jaster’s expression shifted to something between concerned and suspicious, “Are you two allowed to be here?”

“No?” Obi-Wan admitted immediately, making Quinlan groan.

Shaking his head, Jaster took off his buy’ce and narrowed his eyes at the Padawan’s. “In that case, I should bring the two of you back. I was meaning to visit Ben regardless.”

—--------------

Letting Obi-Wan guide them to his apartment, Jaster kept his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. The teen seemed worried as they reached long hallways with countless doors. Just how large was this place?

Obi-Wan halted at a room and looked up at Jaster with a strained look. “Do we really have to tell Master Ben?”

“Yeah, ad, we really have to.” Jaster replied sternly.

With a resigned sigh, Obi-Wan lowered his head as Jaster raised his fist to knock. Jaster could hear some shuffling inside as they waited for Ben to open the door. Finally after a minute or two, Ben opened the door, his gaze lowered.

“Apologies, I had my hands full–” Ben looked up and stopped in his tracks, “Oh… Jaster– hello.”

“Kyr’ta.” Jaster smiled down at Ben.

It was an amusing and rare sight to see Ben thrown off, having to do a double take before asking, “What are you doing here?” Ben’s mind glitched as he saw the man in an unexpected place.

Jaster smiled, patting Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “Bringing a lost Padawan home.”

Ben glanced at the embarrassed face of Obi-Wan and an unidentifiable expression flashed by before Ben returned to a neutral expression, “Come in. Care to tell me what happened, Padawan?”

Obi-Wan had a large bruise around his eye and a split lip. He was guiltily avoiding Ben’s stern gaze as Jaster nudged him forwards and inside.

“We got into a fight with a bunch of thieves.”

“Who is we?” Ben pressed, his fingers tilting Obi-Wan’s head up so he looked him in the eyes. “Where did you fight them? And how is Jaster involved?”

Jaster took the opportunity of Ben fussing over Obi-Wan to look around Ben’s home. The apartment was on the smaller side– especially when compared to the long hallways and large halls– but it was cosy and lived in.

There were some plants near the window, a couch with an absurd amount of soft pillows and fluffy blankets, a calendar which was not moved to the current month and clearly hadn’t been touched in a while. On the counter was a bowl of ration bars– come to think of it, Ben always carried those in his pockets on Melida/Daan, multiple if Jaster remembered correctly. The bookcase in the far corner had a bunch of datapads and even some flimsy books, all with titles Jaster couldn’t read– must be that language the Jetiise spoke.

On the low coffee table lay scrap material– metals and some electronic parts– as well as a glowing blue crystal that seemed to breathe.

Having completely zoned out throughout Obi-Wan’s retelling of the events, Jaster started to listen again as Ben told Obi-Wan to go to the healers.

“Tell Healer Che what happened and have her look at that injury. I expect you to bring back the note with your diagnosis. If you fail to return here straight after that there will be more consequences than there already will be.” Ben threatened.

“Yes, Master Naasade.” Obi-Wan looked down again but Ben raised the boy’s head again.

“I am not angry.” Ben stated, “But you have caused me to worry and you will face the consequences of not listening to me. We will talk about this after you get a clean bill of health.”

“Alright.” Obi-Wan agreed, pouting as he stumbled his way out.

Once the door closed, Ben’s disappointed expression shifted into amusem*nt. A glint appeared in Ben’s eyes as he looked at Jaster, “Thank you for returning him to me.”

Jaster cleared his throat, flushing a little as he replied, “No problem, Ben, you would have done the same for me.”

“Naturally.” Ben agreed, “Could I offer you a cup of tea?”

Jaster had a strong dislike for tea, preferring either caff or shig.

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” Jaster smiled back at Ben as he was instructed to take a seat at the kitchen bar while Ben prepared the tea. “Am I interrupting your work?” Jaster asked, pointing at the cluttered coffee table.

Ben glanced over, “No, I am simply observing the damage done to one of my sabers. I am afraid it had been rather unhappy with me.”

“What? Is that your Jetii’kad?”

“Elek.” Ben replied, holding his hand up and letting the blue crystal land in his open palm. “My Kyber– the crystal that powers a lightsaber– it reacts to emotions. I fear that mine are overwhelming it. Usually Jedi carry Kybers their entire lives but I was separated from mine for almost a decade– I changed much in that time. It is not used to me anymore and I fear it may shatter if I continue to have it act as my main weapon in combat.”

Jaster sat up, startled, “The stone is alive?”

“Semi-sentient.” Ben corrected. “The orange lightsaber is relatively new, this one has been with me for a long time and it is tired of fighting.”

“Do you connect with it on such a personal level?”

Ben hummed, “It is as what Beskar’gam is to a Mando’ad. It is the Soul of a Jedi. Sometimes a Soul needs rest– to no longer have to fight.”

“I see.” Jaster nodded, then looked back at where Ben was smiling off towards the door Obi-Wan had vanished behind. “You seem amused.”

“It would be false to claim that I hadn’t been the one sneaking out of the Temple to go down to the Lower Levels when I was his age.” Ben admitted easily, “Only I never got caught by my Master.”

“Were you already that sneaky back then?”

“No,” Ben shook his head, “Hardly. My Master cared little. I am sure he knew of my escapades– teenagers are rarely as sneaky as they believe themselves to be– though, my Master didn’t pay as much attention to me as others might.”

“He just let you go?” Jaster frowned.

Ben hummed, his eyes far off, “We had an unconventional Master-Padawan bond.” Was all he said to that. Jaster could feel that there was more to the story than just that but he didn’t press. “I was unaware that you were on Coruscant.”

“Not for long– there were some minor details I needed to hash out with some planetarian leaders. As well as clearing up some confusion. The Duke of Sundari claims the right to rule Mandalore though he is not backed up by the Mando’ade, the senate threatened to involve themselves on the Duke’s behalf. I needed to ensure they wouldn’t.”

For a moment, Ben’s hands froze while pouring the boiling water. “The New Mandalorians?”

Blinking in surprise, Jaster leaned back in his chair, “You are informed about that?”

Something had Ben in deep thoughts as he let the tea steep– Jaster didn’t like how sweet it smelled– there was a calculating look in Ben’s eyes. Those deep blue orbs were very expressive– more than the man’s handsome face would allow to show.

Ben set one of the cups in front of Jaster while holding his own close to his face, his other hand stroking his beard.

Picking up the tea, Jaster tried to hide his scowl at the sickeningly sweet scent and took a sip.

It was not– bad– but it wasn’t caff either.

“Say, remember the request I made on Melidaan?” Jaster asked.

Ben seemed to snap out of his thoughts, “Yes, why?”

“Could we perhaps arrange what we discussed for sometime this week?”

Oh..

“Why, I think that should be doable– even if the notice was a little on the short side I will pull some strings and inform the Knights their battle buddy might be visiting. Do you have a list of–” Ben cut himself off as Mereel was suddenly in front of him.

With a hitched breath, Ben backed away a little only to hit the counter behind him. Jaster’s hand reached up and brushed some of Ben’s hair that had escaped his messy bun out of his face.

“This healed up quite well.” Jaster mused, his finger tracing whatever remained of the head injury Ben had suffered on Melida/Daan.

“Melida/Daan was a while ago now.” Ben replied, his tone light as he leaned into Jaster’s touch a little.

“I suppose it has been a while.” Jaster agreed, “My Verd’e have been helping the Young. Alderaan reached out not long after hearing what happened to offer aid, that combined with the Jetiise efforts have really given the Young a good start while rebuilding.”

Ben, looking up at Jaster through his lashes, nodded, “Ah, I heard Bail had offered aid and I am glad to hear the Young are doing well.”

Jaster’s hand moved from the Jetii’s hair and rested against the side of Ben’s neck. “It was kind of you to inform him of the situation, indeed.”

A glint of amusem*nt and mischief appeared in Ben’s eyes and Jaster could see a twitch on the corner of Ben’s lips. “Whatever are you referring to?”

Liking his lips, Jaster grinned down at Ben and leaned down to hover in front of the man’s face, “Dha’werda, mesh’la.”

“Ulyc, you might not like the consequences of whatever this may be.” Ben warned softly. Despite himself, Ben’s head tilted up, his lips brushing Jaster’s.

“You are not selling your case too well, cyare.” Jaster muttered, “Mando’ade kar'taylir darasuum buruk.”

Ben smiled a little as Jaster closed the non-existent distance and pressed his lips to Ben’s in a soft kiss.

—----------------

Some days had passed between Jaster’s unsanctioned visit and the official visit organised by Ben.

In the morning hours, the Mandalorians climbed the steps to the Temple. They were greeted by the masked Temple Guards.

“You are early. Master Naasade is not here yet.” Feemor had informed them.

“We can wait.” Jaster replied, though he doubted if he could keep the Verd’e who had joined him from just barging in and finding their respective Jedi.

After a while, it was Obi-Wan who came out to greet them. “Apologies for the wait– my Master is still at the Creches– I will guide you inside.” The Padawan said, smiling at the familiar Mandalorians.

The Padawan led the Mandalorians into the main hall, ignoring the many stares of the other Jedi who were curious about their guests.

After a while, most of the Verd’e were met with their Jedi but Ben was nowhere in sight.

“Excuse me, Mand’alor?”

“Elek, Ob’ika?”

Obi-Wan smiled up at the man, “I think my Master forgot the time– it happens when with the Younglings– I will guide you there so he can help you down to the Archives.”

Jaster nodded his head to the Padawan and followed him. Again, they went through many large and long halls. They passed countless Jedi who all greeted Obi-Wan and Jaster with a nod or a small bow.

It was notable when Jaster moved out of the outer layer of the Temple and closer towards the centre. There were multiple sets of tall, heavy doors– newly installed from the looks of it– allowing them to get in the inner centre of the Temple.

“Where are we, ad?”

“Jedi protect their Younglings with their lives.” Obi-Wan smiled, “The Creches hold the youngest of them. It’s where we grow up and get raised by our Creche Masters.”

Raised by the community– just like Mando’ade.

“Why is Ben there?”

Obi-Wan smiled, “Master Ben spends whatever free time he manages to get playing with the Younglings. It helps the Creche Masters when they need a break and it seems to calm Master Ben down so it's a win-win.”

Nodding, Jaster continued to follow until Obi-Wan stopped at a door, waited for a moment before pushing it open. It opened into a large hall with padded flooring and high ceilings. The hall branched out to several ‘nooks’ which were blocked by glass panes. The main Hall was filled with low tables and pillows, the walls were lined with cabinets holding craft supplies and educational datapads.

The nooks were cosily decorated– each different but clearly heavily influenced by kids. Plenty of pillows and plenty of blankets.

“Each one is reserved for a Creche Clan.” Obi-Wan explained, “The ones in the very back are for the youngest Clan’s– babies– the ones in the middle are you toddlers and the ones here at the beginning of the hall are the oldest Initiates.”

Jaster curiously looked into the nooks and smiled. Jet’ike learned from their Bajir’e who raised them until they could be adopted by their Bajir. How adorable.

Little eyes followed Jaster and Obi-Wan as they got further into the hall.

In the back of the Hall were a group of young Jet’ika giggling and playing around. They were not in a nook but rather in the middle of the Hall and leaping higher than any child should be able to. They were unhinged as they chased each other in a game of tag and threw themselves around. Yet.. they never seemed to be able to go too far.

In the middle of all of the chaos sat a familiar copper haired man, his arms holding three of the ade who were seemingly napping while his eyes kept bouncing between the ade leaping around.

Of course Ben had to be incredibly good with ade– as if the man wasn’t attractive enough.

“Master Naasade?”

Ben turned and blanched as he spotted Jaster. “Oh no, did I forget the time again?”

“Yup.” Obi-Wan nodded, “Shall I get their Creche Master?”

“If you would, Padawan.” Ben looked a little flushed, “I apologise, Mand’alor, how rude of me.”

“No worries.” Jaster replied, smiling at one of the little ones in Ben’s arms, “I find it endearing.”

Ben blushed, clearing his throat as he started to extract himself from the sleeping kids. They clung onto Ben which just made Jaster’s smile brighter. Obi-Wan walked in with the Creche Master not too long after that and sent Ben and Jaster on their way.

Following Ben, Jaster was once again led through the halls. “What are you looking for in the Archives?”

“Anything you may have on Mando’ade really.”

“That would take you centuries to go through.” Ben replied as if it didn’t throw Jaster off completely. “Anything specific?”

Blinking, Jaster frowned, “How much could there be? There is almost nothing left of Mandalorian history.”

“Ah, but you forget that the Mandalorians share a lot of history with the Jedi.” Ben smiled at Jaster, “We are avid collectors of history– there is a reason our Archives is one of the largest collections of artefacts and data in the current known Galaxy. Most of it is off limits to the average visitor but I have a lot more access.”

“So if I were to ask about the Mandalorian Wars?”

“I would say we have several shelves filled with data and tell you to be more specific.” Ben replied, shrugging as Jaster’s jaw dropped. “We used to have plenty of artefacts too– gifted, I can assure you, not stolen ones– but those were taken some years ago. What we have left is stored in the lower Archives which I can give you access to as well.”

Mandalorian artefacts– surviving artefacts from the Mandalorian Wars. “That is unbelievable!”

Ben just smiled, “Keep in mind, we do not know much of the cultural meaning of the artefact or some of the context to the stories and information pads we have so it may be lacking in that department.”

Unlike popular belief– Jaster had actually already visited the Archive open to the public but was never able to find much on the topics he needed for his work. He had searched for data on the old Resol’nare for ages and hoped it would be in the Archives but he hadn’t found much more than texts he had already read through before.

Walking through the massive Archives again, Ben led Jaster through doors he had not been allowed past before and deeper into the maze of bookcases and artefacts. The further they walked, the less beings they came across.

“Last door.” Ben promised as they went through yet another set of doors. “These are precious texts– a lot of them are on flimsy books rather than datapads– very old and often fragile. Handle out treasures with care.”

“Of course.” Jaster vowed.

—---------------

At the end of the day the Mandalorians had gathered in the main hall to journey back to Keldabe on Mandalore.

“It was good to have seen you again, Kyrta’ika.” Jaster muttered as he clasped his hand around Ben’s forearm.

“It was.” Ben agreed, smiling softly as the Mand’alor pulled his buy’ce over his head. “Back to Mando’yaim?”

“Elek.” Jaster agreed, “It is time I take my given title more seriously and start uniting our people.”

Nodding, Ben smiled, that is exactly what he had hoped. “An honourable quest.” Ben’s eyes looked up at the visors of the Mand’alor’s helmet, “I bid you luck in your future endeavours.”

“You as well, with your duty and with training your ad.” Jaster replied. “I will be in touch.”

Ben knocked his fist to his chest, lowering his head for a moment. “I look forward to it.”

“If you two are done flirting~”

Startled, Ben stepped away from Jaster and looked at his Padawan. “Obi-Wan!” He scolded but Jaster just laughed.

“Until we meet again, Jet’ika.” Jaster ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair, causing the teen to squeak in protest.

It was then that Ben noticed the sound of footsteps behind them. Multiple beings, one was accompanied by a rhythm of tapping– a cane against the marble floors.

“Know not, visitors we had.” Yoda hummed, “Introduce us, you should have, Master Naasade.”

Everyone flinched as Yoda’s cane wacked against Ben’s shin but he just laughed, “You will break your cane on my armour, Grand Master.”

“Informed us, you should have.” Grumbling, the gremlin walked over to Padawan Kenobi instead. Before he could tap against the boy’s shin, Obi-Wan kneeled down and let Yoda climb up his shoulder.

“It was a casual visit.” Ben mused. “Nothing official.”

Yoda glared at Ben but Ben just smirked at the troll. Serves him right– he had given Obi-Wan a halfhearted apology at best. If Yoda was going to be a nuisance then Ben would be that and so much worse.

“Welcomed you, I would have liked.” Yoda hummed, “See you off, I will instead.”

“Mand’alor Mereel, this the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, Master Yoda.” Ben introduced, “Master Yoda, this is Mand’alor Jaster be Aliit Mereel of Mandalore.”

Jaster nodded to the Jedi, knocking a fist to his chestplate– it was echoed by his Verd’e. “Greetings Jetii’alor.”

Yoda narrowed his eyes at Ben before turning to the Mandalorians, “Su cuy’gar, Mando’ade.” He spoke to Jaster, “Not visited, a Mand’alor has. Not in a long time.”

Ben’s eyes twitched.

Of course the troll knew Mando’a. If Ben had known that before– that would have been better than learning from ancient texts and datapads. The holocrons were of old Mandalorians after all, perhaps Jaster would have been interested in those too– but holocrons were for Jedi eyes only and for good reason too.

Sadly, all good things came to an end and Jaster had to get back to his duty. He was needed on Mandalore while Ben would remain in the Temple– that is how it would be.

All Ben’s lovers had one thing in common– they never lasted long.

Once they realised that Ben was bound to his duty, once they realised Ben wouldn’t put them above his duty, they left. Either that or Ben himself was forced to leave. He had a bunch of lovers over his lifetime– some lasted longer than others but in the end it never worked out.

It was a lonely path, the path a Jedi walked.

All they had was the Force and the Force was all they needed.

Still, Ben’s heart ached as he said his goodbyes to Jaster. It might be the last time they met. Infinite sadness, Ben mused with a smile, that was his path– that was his legacy. Enjoy the peace and love that came along the path, endure the pain and sadness that would always follow.

Unlike many, Ben knew where his path would lead him. Ben knew the endgame that would be upon them.

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Bears: How does it feel to be the talk of the Temple?

Obi-Wan: *Just vibing along with his Master’s antics* I don’t know?

Bears: Let’s sneak out to Dex.

Dex: *Scary voice* No kriffing Jedi!

Dex: *Upon realising Obi-Wan was the Jedi* Kiddo! Hello!

Bears: Sup?

Quin & Obi-Wan: *In trouble and being chased by shady beings* Kriff!

Jaster: Language.

Quin & Obi-Wan: *Turning to see the Mand’alor* Double kriff!

Jaster & Ben: *Flirting*

Obi-Wan: *Outside the door* For kriffs sake.

Obi-Wan: *Turns on his heels* I ain’t going in there.

Ben: *Saves Jaster and his son x2*

Ben: *Aids a bunch of children in need*

Ben: *Is cuddling with Younglings in his time off*

Jaster: I wanna marry that man.

Yoda: *Wacks Ben for being a troll*

Ben: *Having waited for this moment since he got back* Suck it old man, I came back prepared. No more bruises for me.

Jaster & Ben: *Still flirting*

Obi-Wan: You guys done yet?

Jaster & Ben: #0.0# /\ #0.0#

Jaster & Ben: Flirting? Us? Never.

Obi-Wan: -.-

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Dha’werda - Stealthy

Mesh’la - Beautiful

Ulyc - Careful

Cyare - beloved

Mando’ade kar'taylir darasuum buruk - Mandalorians love danger

Chapter 10: Mission To Mandalore

Chapter Text

Chapter 10; Mission To Mandalore

“When are we going out again, Master?” Obi-Wan seemed unhappy.

Ben looked up from his work and leaned back, “Going out? We have just visited Kelder the other day.”

The now Senior Padawan frowned, “You know what I mean. Our last mission was months ago!”

“I am training Temple Guards, Padawan. Not to mention the many classes for Padawans, Knights and Masters, my schedule is filled as it is.” Ben replied.

Obi-Wan scowled, “You should have never started giving those strategy and battle history classes. They are taking up so much time!”

“It wouldn’t if they had been taught properly before.” Ben sighed. “If you are getting stir-crazy I can ask if Master Dooku can bring you along on one of his missions. He is an excellent diplomat.”

Scowling, Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, “You know that Master scares me.”

Scribbling some notes on his datapad, Ben tilted his head. “Then perhaps it would be good for you.” Ben’s grin widened as Obi-Wan glared at him. “In all seriousness– it is essential for me to remain near the Temple now that the Council has agreed to my curriculum.”

“I want to go on a mission with you.” Obi-Wan pouted. “It might be one of the last ones before I get Knighted.”

Ben shook his head, “Guilt tripping has never worked on me before, why would it now?”

Obi-Wan huffed. “How am I supposed to go on missions if I am not prepared for them?”

“Have my teachings ever disappointed you? I am more than happy to give you extra work if you find it lacking so far.” Ben replied.

“Not fair, Master.” Obi-Wan complained again.

“Life is not fair, Padawan, the sooner you learn that the–”

A buzzing interrupted Ben’s reply.

It was his comm unit. Strange, Ben was not expecting anyone to call today and not many had his number.

“–give me the room, Padawan?”

“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan agreed as he got up, bowed and left the room upon Ben’s request.

Once the Padwan had shut the door, Ben focussed his attention on the comm and set it on his desk, accepting the incoming call. Immediately a blue hologram popped up.

“Jaster…” Ben muttered, slightly awed at the unexpected call.

It had been three years since they had last seen each other.

They had called once not long after the Mandalorians had visited the Temple but both men were busy.

Jaster was trying to unite the Mandalorians but he might as well have been knocking his head into a wall. Getting the extremists to work alongside each other was a chore.

Ben had been working hard on getting the Jedi to learn battle techniques. After the Temple Guards started to join in on his morning routine he had managed to get the Council to allo Ben to teach strategy classes– he was preparing them all for war after all.

“ Kyrta’ika .” Jaster replied in a whisper, as if finally breathing in fresh air.

“It has been a while.” Ben swallowed, “You look weary.”

It was true. Jaster looked exhausted– he had clearly not slept in a while. “ How much do you know about the current state of Mandalore? ”

“Not much, I admit.” Ben had not been keeping up with the little news that came from Mandalore. “But it must not be going too well.”

“ It is Jango. ” Jaster’s pleading eyes peered straight into Ben’s soul. “ He is missing. ”

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Obi-Wan ran to catch up with his Master. It had been an hour ago that Master Ben had stormed into his room and told him to pack for a mission– one on a planet with a colder climate.

Whatever the call Master Ben had taken before had been upset and shaken him badly. According to Master Ben, it was a diplomatic mission– being there to oversee negotiations between three political factions that was threatening to escalate. Obi-Wan wasn’t dumb, this was Master Ben using technicalities to go on the mission he was actually going on.

They had done those before– telling the Council and Senate one thing before going on a widely different mission. How Master Naasade got away with it, Obi-Wan would never know, but he knew that this mission felt personal.

One glance at the coordinates Master Ben was typing into the Hyperdrive was all Obi-Wan needed to know that he was right.

Mandalore.

Mand’alor Mereel must have called with a request– one that upset Master Ben more than most realised.

Master Naasade looked calm and unbothered but Obi-Wan knew better. He could see the storm around his Master– Master Ben was the eye of the storm– a calm facade to hide the true trouble he felt.

Obi-Wan knew Master Ben would give him an explanation and briefing once he had calmed down. Until then Obi-Wan was fine with sitting back and napping. Mandalore was not closeby– they would be in Hyperspace for a while.

—-------------

Jango was missing.

Jango was missing.

Jango was missing and Jaster needed help with finding him.

The blockade of Naboo was about to happen and Jango Fett was currently missing. Ben’s mind had immediately gone to the Vod’e– he couldn’t help it, they had been his friends.

Jango had taken a bounty and had gone missing. He hadn’t checked in on his usual time, his trackers had gone offline, his trail had gone cold. Jango had been missing for three weeks when Jaster called the only person he could think of to help.

He had called the Kyr’ta be Jetiise, as the Mandalorians had started to call Ben.

Jango was missing for three weeks and Ben feared he had an idea who had organised it. It had been confirmed that there was foul play– there had been signs of battle on Jango’s last known location.

There had been a video of the assailant but it was grainy and too dark to see faces. Ben had watched it over and over– he recognised the boy in the footage. A younger version of Maul. Sidious must have taken him from a young age if he was already active. He had help– but whomever had been shooting at Jango had not stepped into frame, no one knew who they were.

The problem was, this didn’t happen in Ben’s timeline. Jango had been off the radar between Galidraan and when he popped up on Kamino. It meant that Ben’s knowledge of all that had happened didn’t matter. Things had changed beyond Ben’s knowledge– he could only keep an eye on the narrative.

What Ben knew was one thing– some things were inevitable and he knew in his bones that the Clones War couldn’t be avoided.

It was early for them to be created– too early really– but if this timeline of events went into this direction then they should–

“ Jetii’bajir Naasade .”

Ben snapped out of his thoughts as a Mandalorian greeted them. “ Su’cuy. Alor Vau? ”

“ Elek, Jetii. ” Vau nodded. Walon Vau was a broad shouldered verd– tall and menacing as he loomed over Ben and Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan seemed startled by the man as his hand grabbed onto Ben’s robes. The Padawan didn’t exactly hide behind Ben like he used to in his earlier Padawan days but the aborted movement was there. Obi-Wan didn’t move from where he stood– half a step behind his Master as they both looked up at the Mando.

“My Padawan– Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Ben introduced.

The Padawan started to bow but a gentle tap against his arm from his Master reminded him that Mando’s didn’t like it when anyone bowed to them. “ Su cuy’gar. ” Obi-Wan nodded his head instead.

“ Su’cuy .” Vau repeated, “Come. The Mand’alor is waiting for you.”

“Lead the way.” Ben nodded.

Walking behind the Mandalorian, Ben couldn’t help but take in the capital of Keldabe. He had been there once before– with Satine when they were on the run. The locals had offered them a place to stay for a few nights, they had only stayed for one. Good Mando’s– kind and willing to help them out even if they knew who Satine was and what she had in store for their culture.

Keldabe had been quiet back then– almost empty.

Now it was bustling, lively and colourful. Mando’s were out and about on errands, getting food from the local food stalls or spending time together. Ben had never seen a Mandalorian city as colourful– if it wasn’t the paints decorating the beskar’gam most wore than it was the many flag-lines and decorations throughout the market.

“You wear beskar’gam but you claim not to be a Mando’ad. ” Vau gruffed as he dropped his pace to walk beside Ben.

Ben looked at the stoic Mando from the corner of his eyes, “I am not a Mando’ad . I am a Jedi.” He replied.

“Then why do you wear our culture?”

“My burkyan’e gifted it to me.” Ben replied, “I wear it to honour their sacrifices.”

Ben’s list of remembrances was long– too long for anyone to live with.

Vau remained quiet as he guided them into the Keldabe Palace– the stronghold the city was named after. Heavily fortified and impenetrable, it was an impressive structure and the oldest surviving building in the city.

Aware of the eyes on them, Ben discreetly checked their surroundings. They were whispering about them, rumours floating around and a strange anticipation in the Force.

Well, what could be expected? Ben was a Jedi wearing armour– not of beskar or even durasteel but the pieces he wore were similar enough that any Mando would do a double take.

“ Kyr’ta be Jetiise. ”

Kyr’ta– they were still calling him that?

Ben spotted Obi-Wan muttering the word to himself– Obi-Wan had learned Mando’a over the past few years but he seemed to have trouble with the term too, just as Ben had once.

“Unlike popular belief, I am not a Ghost nor a spirit.” Not anymore at least. Ben turned to the Mando that had approached them. They looked familiar but Ben hadn’t met them before, not in person. Jaster had called them when he was in the area once. “ Goran be Keldabe .”

“The Mand’alor has told you what it means.” The Goran replied, “Here you are once more, to come to our aid yet again. The Manda and Ka’ra claims you as a Kyr’ta , so will we.”

At that, Ben couldn’t help but open himself to the Force– enough for it to tell him what he already suspected. The Goran was Force Sensitive. Interesting.

“Where is Mand’alor Mereel ?”

“Through here, Kyr’ta .” The Goran nodded at Vau and guided them the remainder of the way. “The Mand’alor wants to speak to you in private.”

Ah. Ben looked at Obi-Wan for a moment. “Is Kal Skirata here?”

“ Elek. ”

“Does he have time to keep an eye on my Padawan?”

“ Elek, we will keep an eye on him.” The Goran nodded.

Ben hesitated for a moment, then looked at Obi-Wan. “ Stay near Alor Skirita. You know how to inform me of trouble. ”

“ Yes , Jaieh .” Obi-Wan nodded.

“Stay with the Mandalorians, don’t cause trouble.” Ben instructed before following the Goran further into the stronghold.

“Through there.” The Goran instructed, pointing at a door at the end of the hallway. “He knows you’re here.”

“ Jate, vor’e. ” Ben nodded at the Goran before heading to the door.

Taking a breath for a moment, Ben stood in front of the door and closed his eyes. Then he knocked on the door and waited for a reply.

“ Olarom .”

With another deep breath, Ben pushed the door open.

The door leads into a study. Tall ceilings, fortified windows and bookcases lining the walls with datapads and some flimsy books. It looked personalised and homily but it also looked like a tornado had moved through it.

“Ben.”

Behind the desk stood Jaster in all his glory. He looked more tired than when they had spoken through the comm. The man looked exhausted and hopeless– restless. Ben’s heart ached at the sight of the man. His son was missing. This was not just Jango Fett– the dna donor for the Vod’e– but also Alor’ad Jango Fett-Mereel– Jaster’s only son.

“Oh Jaster.” Ben let out a pained breath.

Jaster rounded the desk quickly and stood in front of Ben. One of his hands reached up to the side of Ben’s neck– like it had before, as if no time had passed– as Jaster pressed his forehead against Ben’s.

“You are here.” Jaster breathed. “ Cyare .”

For a moment, Ben enjoyed Jaster’s affection, then he extracted himself from the man’s grip and stepped back. “Tell me everything.”

The two of them sat down as Jaster continued to fill Ben in on the timeline of events.

Jango had been out on a mission– a regular bounty, one he had done countless times before and never had any trouble with. It had all gone through the official lines– the bounty had been legit as was the reward.

It was after Jango exchanged the bounty for the reward that the mission had gone south. They had lured Jango into a trap– Maul and whomever worked with had taken Jango. The trail went dead after that. No trace of where they had taken him or if he was even still alive.

What they did know so far was that Mandalorians had been involved– or atleast– beings that dressed like Mandalorians. Witnesses were able to tell the Mando’ade that much.

“–that is where you come in.” Jaster finished, “I need your help finding Jango.”

For a moment, Ben let everything sink in, the next he replied, “I know the identity of one of Jango’s assailants.”

Jaster stopped, looked up at Ben and took a deep breath. “Who?”

“He is an Sith Acolyte named Maul.” Ben closed his eyes, thinking back to all his prior encounters with the Sithling. “He was groomed from a young age by Darkness. I fear he does their bidding now too.”

“Sith– Dha’Jetiise ?” Jaster frowned, “But they perished centuries ago.”

“It is naive to believe to have defeated an enemy so thoroughly that they have no hope of returning.” Ben closed his eyes. Everyone seemed to make that mistake– the Jedi, the Sith– everyone. “The Sith are still out there and I fear that their influence is at play here.”

War is coming, this is only the beginning.

“Do you know where he is?”

“No. Not currently.” Ben shook his head, “But I may be able to find out with some time. In the meantime, we must find out who the Mandalorians are. How are the negotiations between the factions going?”

Jaster sighed, “Not smoothly. My mind has been elsewhere and–”

“Do not feel the need to explain, my friend.” Ben reached out to squeeze Jaster’s arm, “I understand.”

“Let’s discuss what we can do.” Jaster replied. “You are officially here for the negotiations– I do not think you can do much offworld.”

“That is true.” Ben admitted, “I am to remain on Mandalore for the negotiations but I can aid with the search. A pair of fresh eyes– let’s look together.”

Settling in for a long day, Ben accepted the datapad held out for him with the footage of Jango’s disappearance. It was the only lead they had.

—------------

Obi-Wan walked near Kal as he showed him around the compound.

“How is Jetii Feemor doing?”

Biting back a knowing smirk, Obi-Wan shrugged, “What is it to you, Alor Skirata ?”

Kal turned to Obi-Wan and tilted his head menacingly. “Watch it, ad .”

Laughing, Obi-Wan replied, “Knight Feemor had been doing well. He had started his Seeker duties two years ago. He’s been in and out of the Temple since.”

“Seeker– Jetiise who find Ka’ra dinuila ?” Kal asked.

“Star– Star touched?” Obi-Wan frowned.

“Force users.” Kal clarified. “Baby Jetiise .”

“Ah. Yeah. He finds Force Sensitive younglings and informs their parents of the situation, offering them a choice.” Obi-Wan nodded.

“Give your ad to the Jetiise or else?”

“You know nothing.” Obi-Wan glared at Kal before stomping off, “Jedi do not steal younglings.”

Screw Kal and his kriffing assumptions.

It always ticked Obi-Wan off– when outsiders said they took their younglings from their parents. Sure, it happened on occasion but never without good reason. Children endangered by their parents or worse. Half of the time the parents just dropped their children with the nearest Jedi– unable to care for them or unwilling to.

Obi-Wan was one of those younglings. Obi-Wan was endangered by his parents and rescued by a Jedi.

He was saved by the Jedi– they took him in and claimed him as one of their own.

It always hurt when outsiders insulted his people. It hurt more when a friend did it– so thoughtlessly too.

‘ Melida/Daan may have narrowed the gap between Jedi and Mandalorians but that gap remains. Centuries of hurt were not just going to vanish with one successful mission. ’ Master Ben had been right. It still surprised Obi-Wan how easily they insulted him.

—-----------

A knock on the door of the study snapped Ben out of his careful observation of the footage presented to him. There was something off about it, Ben could feel it but he couldn’t narrow down on what bothered him exactly.

Jaster looked up too and said, “ Olarom. ”

Kal walked in with some other Mando’s but Obi-Wan was nowhere in sight.

“Where is Obi-Wan?” Ben asked, his eyes bouncing between the Mando’s.

“He ran off. We can’t find him.” Kal admitted.

That didn’t sound like Obi-Wan– sure, he would wander off but not without good reason. Jaster must have thought so too because he asked, “Did something happen?”

“Just some comment about Jetiise taking ade .” Kal shrugged. “He took it the wrong way and now we can’t find him anywhere. We think he left the stronghold.”

So that was what this was about. Kriffing– Obi-Wan never took those comments well.

“So you insulted him.” Ben clarified, getting to his feet to properly face Kal.

“I made a joke.” Kal defended himself, “He reacted poorly.”

Oh– the ignorance of a Mandalorian.

“About Jedi ‘stealing’ younglings?” Ben’s gaze didn’t waver as Kal shifted. “You told Obi-Wan that Jedi steal younglings, correct? You told a Stewjonian that.”

Kal tilted his head, “So what? What does his biology have to do with it?”

“What do you know of our culture?” Ben asked, “Stewjonian culture– that is, not that of the Jedi. What do you know about us?”

Kal shrugged so Ben continued.

“I was titled Obi-Wan Kenobi– long ago.” Ben revealed. “Obi-Wan Ken-Obi - River-Child Gifted-to-the-River. We don’t get names. It is the title Stewjonians give to Force Sensitive children born into their clans. They drown us in the river at a young age– when our Force abilities show themselves. An offer to the river god of Stewjon to beg for forgiveness for birthing a demon. That is what Force Sensitives are to them, demons. You told Obi-Wan that the beings who rescued him are child-stealers. That they have inducted him– you fail to realise that those beings that rescued him– rescued us, are the only ones that ever cared.”

Kal paled at the realisation of how much he screwed up.

“You are named Ben Naasade.”

“I have no name. Ben is a title given by someone else. Naasade holds the same meaning as Kenobi. We are nothing– nobody– we don’t get names. The Jedi took us in, raised us and gave us a purpose– a chance of living. You insulted that, looking down on what they did for us for a joke.” Ben whispered. “Now please excuse me, I must find my Padawan.”

The Mando’s made way for the fuming Jedi Master and let him out of the study. Ben stood in the hallway, closing his eyes for a moment and tugging at his bond with Obi-Wan through the Force.

No reply, but Ben knew how to track his Padawan even if he wanted to hide. A technique Ben had learned when he was hiding from those he was bonded with– reversing that knowledge proved to be useful now.

Following the pull of the Force, Ben walked through the many halls of the stronghold.

He walked for a good while– Obi-Wan had run far– before he entered a side hall and walked down it. He stopped halfway into the hall and blinked. Obi-Wan was hiding in the vents, clever boy, no heat vision could penetrate the metals so it made for the ideal hiding place.

“Can you come down here, Obi-Wan?” Ben asked, looking up at the ventilation cover he knew his Padawan to be behind.

A soft voice replied. “I don’t want to.”

“You are too old for this, darling.” Ben smiled, “Come down, Obi-Wan, talk to me.”

Ben could hear some shuffling of fabric and the softest taps against the metal as Obi-Wan wormed his way out of the vents, shutting the cover behind him. He dropped down moments later and stood in front of Ben.

Force, Obi-Wan was getting tall– what proper neutrons and a good amount of sleep could do for a teen– he had grown past Ben.

“ They said Jedi steal Younglings, Jaieh. ”

“I have heard.” Ben replied. “But you know better. You know what we have been through– as Obi-Wan Ken-Obi as well as Jedi. Do not let their careless words get to you.”

Obi-Wan fell forwards into Ben’s arms, “It’s not fair.” He sniffed. “We didn’t choose– we didn’t–”

“Shh, my dear.” Ben comforted, “We don’t choose our paths but we choose to follow them. We choose to follow the will of the Force, no one is making us do that, Obi-Wan. Beings do not always understand, we can not blame them for it– they do not know better. The Order keeps their secrets close and we deal with those consequences every day. Do not let the uninformed assumptions get to you.”

“But–” Obi-Wan fell silent as he realised what Ben said. It hurt but Obi-Wan started to understand what Ben meant. “It’s not fair.” He muttered again.

“The Galaxy is hardly fair. You will see plenty of examples of that.” Ben closed his eyes for a moment. Nudging Obi-Wan back, Ben wiped Obi-Wan’s tears and smiled at his Padawan. “Come on, we should return.”

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Kal kept apologising for the offence he made to both Obi-Wan as well as Ben. Ben’s words had hit him hard– all who were present really– there was no doubt that Ben’s story was making its rounds with the locals.

Obi-Wan had accepted the apology and taken it upon himself to explain what the Jedi actually did. As Ben said, they didn’t know better so Obi-Wan decided to teach whomever was willing to listen.

The small break from looking for leads had shone some clarity on Ben’s mind though, he realised what he had been missing.

There were two sets of Lightsaber marks on the evidence pictures, two different Lightsabers. Maul had a double edged one but they were of the same make– these was from a different saber.

Ben had seen them before.

It was after Ben poured tea for the both of them– tea he had brought along– that he decided to ask if it was even possible.

“Did you ever find the Dha’kad’au ?”

Ben had fought with it once– he had taken it in battle from Pre Vizsla when they ran into each other on Mandalore during the Clone Wars. What happened with it after that he did not know but that's besides the point.

Jaster almost spit out the tea he was choking down at Ben’s unexpected question. Coughing up what tea ended up in his lungs, Jaster shook his head, “No– wha–?”

“Indulge my inquiries for a moment, friend, but did you ever confirm Tor Vizsla’s death?”

Again, Jaster shook his head, “There was nothing left to confirm. He was killed by an explosion, not even his beskar’gam survived. We believe the Dha’kad’au perished along with him.”

Ben scowled, “Beskar doesn’t blow up.”

“Durasteel does.” Jaster pointed out.

Ben frowned as he shook his head, “You misunderstand. I was not referring to the man’s beskar’gam , I was referring to the Dha’kad’au . Its casing is beskar– besides, it takes a lot for kyber to explode from an outside force.”

“ Wayii?! ” Jaster set his cup down, “How do you know this much? There is no record of the Dha’kad’au – and questioning Vizsla’s death? What are you onto.”

“I promise I will give an explanation later but for now…” Blue piercing eyes looked at Jaster, “I fear that Tor Vizsla is alive and well and I fear he may have made his move when he took Jango.”

“Ben–”

“I’m not finished.” Ben gently cut Jaster off, “I have a– it might be nothing but it would remain on my conscience if I didn’t point it out– send scouts to the Planet Kamino.”

Jaster blinked at the rollercoaster of information, “Why?”

“It might be a lead.” Ben hoped it was at least. “I can’t promise much but–”

“We will check it out.” Jaster agreed.

—----------

While the negotiations had mostly been a cover, Ben still had to do his official duty. For that reason, he was to join in on meetings, same as Jaster.

Obi-Wan was not expected to be there but Ben feared Kyr’tsad’s return and that meant the leading Clan’s were targets.

“Keep an eye on the Duke and his daughters, Satine and Bo-Katan.” Ben pointed at the girl. “That are New Mandalorians, they are less likely to defend themselves and could use a hand in case things go wrong.”

“Alright, Master.” Obi-Wan nodded.

“Do not leave the compound.” Ben warned, “Keldabe is not as secure as it may seem and there are enemies nearby.”

“Understood.” Obi-Wan nodded again, smiling at his Master, “I am sure it will work out.”

“Let’s hope so, Padawan.” Ben sighed. “Go, introduce yourself. I need to speak with Jaster about the situation.”

Obi-Wan nodded and headed off while Ben turned to look at Jaster.

The current factions were divided into three groups. Duke Adonai Kryze of the New Mandalorians, a pacifist– an extremist. Then there was Ursa Wren, a traditionalist who used to be aligned with Kyr’tsad before they went too far.

Lastly there was Jaster who was chosen to be Mand’alor by his people and led the Haat’ade– they were the balance of the two extremes, neither traditionalist nor pacifist.

As Mand’alor– Jaster had the last say on anything but he was a fair ruler and had installed a council of advisors from the heads of the major clans– it kept the peace and stopped another Civil War from breaking out.

It also caused the man headaches– neither faction got along and all that was stopping another Civil War were the Haat’ade and the Neutrals. Jaster was the glue that kept things going. Jaster was the only thing that stopped a Civil War at this point in time.

The more Ben saw, the more he realised.

If Jaster were to break– if he were to die– Mandalore would be lost.

—----------

Obi-Wan: I’m tired of this, Master! I want a mission.

Ben: Well that’s too damn bad! I am needed in the Temple.

*Jaster calls*

Ben: Nevermind– I am needed on Mandalore, pack your things!

Obi-Wan: Bruh.

Jaster: Jango’s missing.

Ben: Kriff.

Jaster: We need help.

Ben: *Also a simp* I will be right there, my dear.

Kal: *Insults the Jedi to Obi-Wan’s face* Baby stealers, right?

Obi-Wan: Kriffing asshole! *Runs off*

Kal: It was just a joke!

Ben: Di’kut. You just insulted everything Jedi stand for, good job.

Kal: *Que existential crisis* Kriff, ni ceta, ad.

Ben: So what happened to the Darksaber?

Jaster: *Spits out tea he really hates anyways but drinks because Ben gives it to him*

Jaster: What the kriff?!

Ben: Because you know that enemy of yours? Kyr’tsad? Yeah, they are probably still around just like the Sith.

Jaster: Bruhh

Ben: Yeah, enemies are never truly gone, you know?

Jaster: Ben, are you okay?

Ben: No but that’s fine.

Jaster: *Visibly concerned*

—-----------

Burkyan - comradeship

Ka’ra dinuila - Gifted by the stars - Force sensitive.

Wayii - Expression of surprise

Chapter 11: Conflict

Chapter Text

Chapter 11; Conflict

Ben had been glad he had been spared from the Negotiations between the New Mandalorians and the Senate the first time around.

If he had to listen to one more hypocrite speak then Ben might as well make a scene in order to get them to be quiet. At least Ben knew where Satine had gotten her ideals and world views from. Her father was insufferable in his unrelenting beliefs and unwillingness to see reason.

No wonder they never got anywhere in negotiations with the man, neither in Ben’s past nor in the present. Some beings were not reasonable– they couldn’t be reasoned with– Duke Kryze was one of those beings.

At least Obi-Wan seemed to get along with Satine– better than Ben had in his youth. Ben had been a veteran when he came across the pacifists, no they were not pacifists they were harmless. If they were truly pacifists they would be capable of violence, they were not capable of that.

Ben rubbed his temple wearily as he tried to focus on finding Maul.

“Kov’aar’ika?”

“Elek.” Ben sighed, “I understand now why you have been so weary. I would be too if I had to deal with the Evaar’ade every other day.”

“It’s like talking to a wall, no?” Jaster mused, standing from his chair and pulling Ben’s back.

Jaster’s hands found Ben’s head, his thumbs gently rotating against Ben’s temples. Ben’s eyes closed as he let out a quiet moan as Jaster helped Ben’s headache lift. It relieved the ache and allowed Ben to breathe again.

The Mand’alor’s hand moved down from Ben’s temple and rested against the side of his neck, fingers tracing the scar that rested there for a moment.

It was the sound of a comm ringing that drew them apart.

Jaster backed away from Ben and accepted the call, “Mereel.”

“Kamino came up clean, sir.” The Mand’alor’s spy informed. “No sign of the Alor’ad here.”

Kriff.

Ben closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath.

“No matter.” Jaster replied, “Keep an eye out, if nothing strange happens in the next week return to Mandalore.”

“Elek, Mand’alor.”

Once the call ended, Jaster turned to look at Ben but Ben couldn’t find it in himself to meet his eyes.

“This is not your fault, Ben.”

Ben still didn’t look up. “I am sorry, Jaster.” He closed his eyes, “It was a reach and–”

“Ben.” Jaster’s hand tilted Ben’s chin up, “Any lead is worth following– just because this one didn’t pan out doesn’t mean the next won’t. Just keep me in the loop.”

“Vor’e.” Ben muttered, “We will find him.”

“I know.” Jaster nodded. “It is just hard to remain hopeful.”

Nodding, Ben let out a breath, “Keep your head high. Before long we’ll have Kyr’tsad out of business and Jango back to safety.” He promised.

Taking a deep breath, Jaster nodded. “I am glad you came.” He admitted, “I am so glad you came.”

Leaning into Jaster’s hand for a moment, Ben nodded, “Elek.” He said, “Of course, Jaster.”

—-----------

It was a week later when Ben finally got a lead that panned out.

Not through Maul’s tracks as Ben had thought would be the case but through a Mandalorian. Meltch Krakko was a member of Kyr’tsad– one of Vizsla’s loyal subjects in fact. He had been a Haat’ad– or pretending to be one– for as long as anyone realised.

A trusted Verd to many, nothing but a traitor.

At least they knew now. Maul may be pretty untraceable but Krakko wasn’t. He had been using a Haat’ade ship– one of the reasons it hadn’t set red flags off so far.

“We can’t be careless.” Jaster muttered, “We know– they don’t know we know yet.”

“I agree.” Ben nodded, “But we must be cautious, Kyr’tsad is involved, you and I both know this.”

“I don’t want to believe it.” Jaster whispered.

“We must.” Ben replied, “Ignorance will do us no good now. Where is the ship?”

The man checked the datapad, “Tatooine– I don’t know it but–”

Jaster stopped as Ben closed his eyes and let out a pained breath.

“Tatooine?” Ben asked.

“Tatooine.” Jaster nodded. “Do you– do you know it?”

“There are few that know Tatooine better than I do.” Ben muttered in reply. “Tatooine–”

Ben’s heart clenched as he thought back to the desert planet. It had been his salvation as much as his punishment.

The wide desert stretching out– nothing but sand dunes in sight– nothing but the sands and canyons Ben had called his own. Only the depths of his mind proved to be an escape of the twin suns– of the heat that scorched the planet.

The Force fractured and broken. The only escape of the pain it caused was to shut it away, or to seek the bottom of a bottle.

While Ben had managed to find peace of mind after decades of self-deprecating, Tatooine continued to be a painful memory.

Why Tatooine?

Why in all the kriffing places in the Galaxy would it be Tatooine?

Why does the Force choose to torture Ben so?

“You look hurt.”

Shaking his head, Ben swallowed before sighing, “You should send Verd’e.”

Jaster shook his head, “I am going myself.” He replied, “You should–”

“I don’t think I can.” Ben replied, stress causing him to hide his hands in his sleeves. “I don’t think I can, Jaster.”

Tatooine would break what little sanity Ben had built in the last few years.

“Oh of course, your laws and regulations would prohibit it.” Jaster nodded, missing Ben’s pained expression. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” Ben cleared his throat, “I should– I should retreat for the day. When do you leave?”

“Immediately.”

“Then have a good hunt, may you bring your ad home.”

—-----------

Most of the Mando’ade in the Keldabe Palace and the surrounding area had left for Tatooine. Ben had seen them off before hiding in the quarters he and his Padawan had been assigned.

They had been gone for almost a week now. No one really informed Ben of what was going on there– he was not a Mandalorian after all– but Ben heard rumours that they were on their way back. If they had found Jango was the real question.

Force, why Tatooine?

The Jedi Master couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down his face. On Tatooine he would have been scolded for wasting water– crying was for the rich wanderers and slaves couldn’t afford it.

Ben was in the middle of brewing H’kak tea– letting the orange herbs soak in the hot water to steep it properly.

Looking out of the window in thought, Ben let the Force wash over him. The Force felt restless– Ben hoped it meant that Jaster was making progress on Tatooine but part of him realised how unlikely that was.

Ignorance is naive– ignorance is not for Jedi.

Glancing back at his tea, Ben cursed below his breath. He needed to pull his head out of the sand before the dunes buried him.

Get it together, Naasade, snap out of it and figure out what was going on. Leaving his tea to over-steep, Ben threw his robe on and rushed out of his room.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

Running through the halls, Ben passed a bunch of Mando’s “Where is the Goran?” He demanded.

“In the Forge!” One replied. “Jetii? What–?”

“Apologies, no time!” Ben ran past them, rounding the corner as he went.

Using the Force to speed up, Ben ran out of the main structure and down the stairs. His feet carried him across the training yard towards the circular building he knew to be the Forge.

It felt like it took ages to cross the distance– despite his quick pace and despite his determination to get there.

“Goran be Keldabe!” Ben shouted as he reached the large doors and pounded on them.

A moment later the doors were thrown open, “Kyr’ta?” The Goran asked as they walked out and joined Ben as he headed back towards the main building.

“Walk with me.” Ben pleaded, heading up the nearest stairs into the compound.

“What is it, Kyr’ta?” The Goran questioned, “What have you seen?”

“I fear something is–”

Before Ben could finish his sentence, sounds of battle echoed through their ears.

An explosion burst through the doors, blasting both Ben and the Goran off their feet and down the stairs.

Ben landed on his back with a pained grunt. Coughing, Ben’s reflexes kicked in as he twisted himself up and leaped back to his feet. Spitting out the blood that was gathering on his tongue, Ben sucked in a deep breath, trying to get his breathing under control.

The Goran reacted much the same, getting to their feet and shouting orders.

“They emptied the Palace.” Ben muttered, “Jango was bait– they planned this.”

Oh Force, how blindsighted they were– how tunnel visioned.

Ben should have known better.

Nudging his Force bond with Obi-Wan, Ben was relieved to get a poke back. Keep safe Padawan– keep near our allies.

“Kyr’ta, come.” The Goran called. “Your ad is with Kal.”

“He is alive, I know.” Ben nodded, moving to follow the Goran. “Where are they attacking from?”

“The main entrance.”

How…

How co*cky.

The Palace was heavily fortified, to use the front entrance to enter and attack– that was just asking for defeat.

“I suppose they know they wouldn’t be able to siege the Palace.” Ben mused. “A surprise attack at the largest entrance is likely their best option to breach Keldabe.”

“We won’t let them.” The Goran sounded angry, Ben couldn’t blame them.

“No.” Ben muttered as he ran with the Goran, “I don’t think we will.”

—---------

Why did missions always go South?

Obi-Wan would love to go on a mission that would go perfectly as planned. Instead of keeping an eye on a bunch of harmless Mando’ade and being bored out of his mind, Obi-Wan was stuck fighting off enemies left and right.

Master Ben had warned Obi-Wan about enemies but he expected them to be in the city, not in the Palace.

At least he had allies on his side– Obi-Wan was not alone nor did he have to fight by himself. “Who are these Mando’s?”

“Kyr’tsad.” Kal grunted as he took a potshot from the bit of cover they had.

“Weren’t they disbanded?” Obi-Wan grunted as he barely avoided a blaster bolt.

“Yeah well–” Kal cursed, “Apparently not.”

“I can try to break their lines–”

Kal grabbed Obi-Wan by his scruff, “Do not even think about it. Jare’la Jetiise.” Kal muttered, “Your Jetii’bajir would have my head. You weren’t there when–”

Obi-Wan frowned, “When what?”

“Melida/Daan.” Kal muttered, “Nevermind, ad. Forget it. You stay here next to me.”

Obi-Wan knew something had happened on Melida/Daan. Something involving his Master. No one had wanted to tell him what it was about, none of the Mando’s and none of the Jedi. It was like they all had agreed to not speak of it.

Master Naasade surely didn’t.

“No fair.” Obi-Wan frowned. “I’m old enough to know what happened.”

“I will not go against your Jetii’bajir, ad.” Kal shook his head, “Ask him yourself.”

“Fine, what are we going to do then?” Obi-Wan sighed, “We’re sitting Tooka’s here. We have beings with us that can’t fight too.”

“We wait for our back-up.” Kal sighed, “Your Jetii’bajir and the Goran are on their way.”

Well, that was a relief at least. If Master Naasade was on his way then everything would turn out alright. It always did.

—-----------

“Vizsla is here.” Ben’s eyes almost glowed as his eyes glazed over with the Force. “He is here to take Keldabe.”

“Kriff.” The Goran cursed. “Mand’alor Mereel is not here to fight him yet. They are hours out.”

“We do not have the luxury to wait for him.” Ben’s hand fiddled with his second saber hidden against his back. “Leave him to me.”

Ben fought his son and won– how hard could it be to defeat the one that trained him?

If it came to a fight with the leader of Kyr’tsad then Ben would deal with it. For now they needed to get to their allies and regroup to defend the stronghold to the best of their abilities. Mandalorians were tough enemies– especially traditionalists who were raised to fight.

“Jetii, what can you do?”

“I am a front runner– I can break their lines. Any position will suffice but I prefer to be on the front.” Ben replied. “You are in charge– where do you want me?”

The Goran seemed to ponder it for a moment. “Find a place to fight with the front runners then.”

Pleased, Ben nodded and held his saber close– one would suffice for now. “Vor’e, Goran be Keldabe.”

“Just don’t make me regret it.”

Fortunately with the way the building was set up the main entrance was a centrepoint of the building. The Northern entrance– the main entrance to the palace– was breached and Kyr’tsad was pinning some of the Haat’ade including Obi-Wan and the Duke and his daughters at the Southern wall of the main entrance.

Back-up was approaching from the Western halls, if Ben looped around to the Eastern halls they could pin the attackers and push them out of that part of the Palace. Stopping more forces from entering would be a good start at dealing with this attack.

Breaking off from the group he was running with, Ben ran up the nearest stairs and down the other sides of the halls. More Mando’s had gotten the same idea and Ben met them at the Eastern entrance.

“Jetii.”

“The Goran sent me to break their line.” Ben pushed his way to the front and peeked into the active firefight.

“Can you?”

Calculating the risks Ben nodded, “Elek.”

For a moment, the Mando was silent, then he nodded, “Whenever you’re ready. We will give you cover fire.”

Taking a deep breath, Ben closed his eyes and focused on the Force. The minute he saw an opening, Ben dashed from cover, his lightsabers blazing to life to interrupt the ray of blaster bolts keeping the others pinned.

“Ob’ika!” A gruff voice called from behind a moment before Obi-Wan joined Ben’s side in providing cover.

“Should we break their line?”

“You are breaking nothing.” Ben huffed at his Padawan, “Where are your charges?”

“Ehh, with Kal?”

“You have been given a duty, Padawan. Go do it.” Ben scolded, “Focus on your own mission. Protect the Duke and his family. I can take care of the situation here. Evacuate them to the Forge.”

The Forge was probably their best option since the main building was breached. It was the strongest structure in all of Keldabe– the Goran made sure of that. It was often used as a refuge for those that couldn’t fight in case of attacks.

Besides, moving this fight to the courtyard might not be a bad idea either– more space and less likely to cause too much damage.

Obi-Wan pouted, “But–”

“Now, Padawan.” Ben’s tone was final. “Do not make me tell you again.”

“Fine, very well Master.” Obi-Wan sounded annoyed and resigned but did as Ben told him.

The stubbornness of teenagers Ben mused as he shook his head.

Arguing in the heat of battle, typical for Obi-Wan but it seemed to startle the Mando’s around them.

Ben continued to bat the blaster bolts away with ease– it was when the slugthrowers made their appearance that Ben took a step back. Kal and his men had been moving from the place they had been pinned at and Obi-Wan was giving his charges cover as they moved out of the main entrance.

It was the Goran who Force-pulled Ben out of the way as a slugthrower-bolt was about to hit his blind-side. “On your left.” They said as they started covering Ben’s flank.

“How badly is the Palace breached?”

“They are kriffing everywhere.” The Goran gritted, “At least Wren didn’t re-join them.”

Well, that was good at least. “They will keep attacking us. We should take this to an open area.” Ben advised, “The Courtyards would allow for more room to move.”

The Goran nodded before giving the order.

Allowing the Mando’s to retreat, Ben ensured they were covered as they slowly moved the battle onto the Courtyard.

It was there that Vizsla showed his ugly buy’ce.

Wielding a slugthrower and making it Ben’s problem– well, at least Ben didn’t have to lure the man into a fight. Vizsla chose to make the fight up close and personal.

Most Jedi would back off from fights like this– choosing to keep their distance to assure they could keep using their lightsaber– not Ben. Ben knew how to surprise Mando’s. Instead of stepping back, Ben stepped forwards and into grappling range.

Dropping the saber in his dominant hand, Ben grabbed the barrel of the slugthrower and redirected the shot away from him or his allies.

They struggled for a moment but Ben’s strength combined with the Force was greater than the Mando’s.

Of course, Vizsla was not that easily defeated and used his jetpack to gain some ground before whipping out the Darksaber.

Ben’s orange saber came up to block and deflected the incoming attack. Vizsla was ruthless and deadly, more so than his son once was– or will be? Ben would’ve liked to have his other saber right about now but it was too difficult to focus his attention on locating it.

Keeping Vizsla occupied, Ben found himself in the odd position of having to keep the man at bay and keeping himself out of the way of pot shots from other Kyr’tsad members.

“Kyr’ta!”

Thanks to Ben’s experience he didn’t actually look at Jaster when he shouted at him. A good thing too because Vizsla and Ben locked sabers as Jaster and his Verd’e joined the fight.

To Ben’s surprise, he heard a lightsaber switch on. It was not Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan was fighting near the Forge rather than near the entrance.

It was Jaster who leaped into the fight, kicking Vizsla off of Ben as he swung Ben’s blue saber against his mortal enemy.

Ben was about to jump back into the fight but something stopped him– it was not the Force but it may as well be. This was not Ben’s fight, this was Jaster’s. Vizsla had taken his son, he had attacked Jaster’s home, it was only right for the man to finish what Vizsla started.

Instead of leaping back into the fight, Ben started to protect Jaster from stray blaster bolts.

As time passed, the battle slowed down. Vizsla had failed to realise Jaster’s speedy return and it proved to be his doom. Now that he thought about it, Ben couldn’t help but search the fight for any sign of Maul– was the Sith Acolyte here too?

No. He would have showed up by now if he was.

It felt like hours for the last of Kyr’tsad to either give themselves over or perish. The fight stopped when Vizsla fell by Jaster’s saber– or well, Ben’s saber in Jaster’s hand.

“Obi-Wan.” Ben crossed the distance between his spot on the battlefield and Obi-Wan on top of the stairs leading to the Forge.

“I am alright.” Obi-Wan brushed a hand through his sweat soaked hair, “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Ben let out a breath, making sure his Padawan was truly unharmed. He would be sticking Mij on the Padawan the moment the medic hunted Ben down.

“Ben.” Jaster smiled down at Ben, who had approached the two Jedi, “You dropped this.”

Ben glanced at the saber in Jaster’s hand. Right. Ben’s lightsaber which Jaster had used to defeat Vizsla. Jaster was the rightful owner of the Darksaber now.

“I suppose I have.” Ben muttered, accepting his weapon from Jaster. “Vor’e.”

He could immediately feel the ache the Kyber seemed to carry as he took it.

Oh no.

Frowning down at his saber, Ben used the Force to open the hilt and pulled the Kyber from its casing. Immediately the Kyber cried out and sang its sorrowful song. A crack seemingly coming from the centre of the Kyber spread towards the surface.

It would not last another battle.

“Master?” Obi-Wan popped up at Ben’s side. “Is that your Kyber, Master?”

“It is, and it is tired of fighting.” Ben muttered, looking at the crack that appeared on the blue Kyber. “It will break with more pressure.”

Obi-Wan frowned, “It sounds so sad.”

“It is.” Ben agreed, “It has been through too much. I should retire it– it should not suffer more.”

Ben’s Soul– his Heart– was tired. It should be allowed to rest– to heal.

—---------------

The reason Jaster had been back much earlier than expected was because Jango so happened to have escaped his captors himself.

According to Jaster, Jango couldn’t remember anything. He remembered seeing one of Jaster’s Verd’e and getting into a fight with a Dar’Jetii, then nothing until he woke up on Tatooine about to be sold into slavery.

Jango was able to flee the pirates about to buy him with the help of a Jedi Master, a group of refugees and a woman and her son.

They worked together to break free. By the time Jaster arrived on the planet, Jango had just fled his captors while helping the unlikely group of travellers.

The refugees of Naboo just so happened to be the Queen and her closest allies. The woman and her child were Shmi and Anakin– because of course.

“Hello.” Ben gently knocked on the doorframe of the medical room where the woman was being treated. “My name is Ben Naasade. I am a Jedi Teacher.”

The woman looked hesitant but eventually replied with her own name. “Shmi Skywalker.” Her voice was quiet but stern, “Can I help you, Teacher Naasade? I am sure Master Jinn has informed you of my decision.”

“I am not here to convince you to give your son to the Jedi– though I would gladly offer help should it be required in the future.” For a moment, Ben hesitated, then he smiled at Shmi. “I came by hoping to find Jango– have you seen him?”

A complete lie. Ben was here to see the mother of his first Padawan– the one he failed.

“He is not here.” Shmi confirmed. “Perhaps with his father? Mand’alor Mereel?”

“I will check.” Ben smiled, “Thank you.”

Turning to walk out, Shmi stopped him, “You recognise me.” She stated.

Direct and to the point– Shmi would make an amazing Mandalorian.

“Some believe I am blessed with the ability to see what is to happen.” Ben mused vaguely. “I have seen you before.”

“What do you believe?”

“That I am cursed with knowledge no one should have to carry.” Ben muttered in reply. “I wish you a good day, Lady Shmi. May the Force be with you and your child.”

Lady Shmi would be happy on Mandalore– Anakin would grow up safely here. Ben was at peace with that– with the change he inadvertently caused.

It was time to head back to the Temple.

Obi-Wan had taken it upon himself to prepare the ship for take off while Ben had gone to the medbay. Jaster and Jango were waiting to say their goodbyes.

“Thank you for your help, Ben.” Jaster smiled at Ben. “We will keep in contact in case we find more information.”

“That would be appreciated.” Ben nodded. “I must inform the Council of our findings. If you remember anything else, Jango, let us know.”

Jango nodded, “Elek, Kyr’ta.”

Ben, knowing that Jango was aware of how displeased Ben was with the nickname, scowled at the young adult.

“Master Ben! We are ready to go!” Obi-Wan called from the ship, waving at them.

“Well, you heard my Padawan.” Ben sighed. “Take care, Jaster. May the Force be with you.”

“Ret'urcye mhi, Ben.” Jaster smiled.

Ben turned to head to the ship before stopping.

Turning to face Jaster again, Ben stepped towards the man, took his hand and rested his closed fist in it. Ben slipped the item that was clenched in his hand into Jaster’s and closed it before the man could peek.

“What is this?” Jaster frowned.

“My Mahtadai. It wants to stay here, with you.” Ben replied softly. “Treat it well.”

Enchanted by Ben’s soft smile, Jaster couldn’t tear his eyes away as Ben’s form retreated to his ship.

The ship lifted off the surface, making Jaster’s cape wave in the wind, and shot off into the atmosphere. Once again, Ben was gone.

Jango, finally back on his feet for a short amount of time, stood besides Jaster. “What did he give you?”

“I don’t know.” Jaster frowned, his fist clenched around the slightly warm object Ben had pressed into his hand. “It seemed important to him but I don’t know what Ma– mahtadai means.”

Frowning, Jango shrugged, “Never heard of it. A Jetii thing?”

Opening his fist, Jaster almost choked as he spotted a certain blue crystal laying on top of his palm.

The deep blue Kyber crystal’s glow breathed as a beating heart, a crack seemingly about to shatter the object in a million tiny pieces but it was still holding itself together. It seemed to be buzzing, warming Jaster’s hand and reaching out to him in the Manda.

“Kaysh Runi.” Jaster muttered in wonder. “He gave me his Soul.”

—--------

Ben: Tatooine…

Ben: *Vietnam flashbacks*

Jaster: Are.. Are you alright there, Ben?

Ben: Yeah… Fine.

Jaster: *Rightfully doubtful*

Ben: *Hiding from the Galaxy despite the Force being unbalanced*

Ben: Damn. I can’t be doing this! I have a duty!

The Force & Manda: If only he would get his sh*t together whenever we try to set him up with the Mand’alor.

Jango: *Gets kidnapped and was KO for about a month and a half*

Jango: *Wakes up, avoids being sold into slavery and breaks out with the help of a woman and her child who just happens to be Shmi*

Jaster: That’s my ad!

Ben: Shmi… Shmi Skywalker… Of course. Was it time for the Naboo blockade already? Kriff.

Jaster: *Finds Ben’s lightsaber on the battlefield and using it to defeat Vizsla*

Ben: Yeah, that might as well happen.

Ben’s Kyber: *Is cracked and clearly tired of fighting*

Ben: Fine, I’ll retire you.

Jaster: *Breathes*

Ben’s Kyber: I want my retirement to be with him.

—----------

Kov’aar’ika - Headache

Ret'urcye mhi. - Maybe we’ll meet again (Goodbye)

Kaysh Runi - His Soul

Mahtadai - Heart

Chapter 12: The War Master Of The Jedi Order

Chapter Text

Chapter 12; The War Master Of The Jedi Order

“Is there a reason we joined this mission with Master Jinn? Besides the obvious fact that you dislike him?” Obi-Wan complained as they made their way towards the Naboo Palace to take it back for the Queen.

After they left Mandalore and got to Coruscant, Ben had requested the Council to allow Ben and Obi-Wan to help with the missions since they were involved now anyways.

Qui-Gon Jinn had been there from the negotiations with the Banking Clan gone wrong all the way to Tatooine.

Mace had not been amused when Ben explained what had happened on Mandalore and looked at him annoyed when Jinn had pointed out that the Mand’alor just ‘happened’ to be on Tatooine because of Ben’s indirect involvement.

The will of the Force worked in strange ways.

Ben was pretty sure Mace would have strangled him if Jinn had not been in the room.

“I do not ‘dislike’ Master Jinn.” Ben muttered as he watched the man from afar.

Soon they would come across Maul– Ben hoped he wouldn’t fail this time around.

Having beforehand knowledge of certain events did help out but it also made things difficult from time to time.

There was a very good reason Ben had requested to take a simple negotiation mission from the Master– he didn’t like that they were paired up instead. Sadly, Naboo’s events were too important to not interfere with.

“My point remains.” Obi-Wan pursed his lips.

“I will explain in time.” Ben replied, “For now, focus on the mission at hand rather than the details.”

“You always teach me to look at the bigger picture.”

“And now I am telling you that I am taking care of the bigger picture and you should focus on the mission.”

Obi-Wan scowled, “Fine. But I want to know what this is all about.”

“Patience, Padawan.”

Ben ignored Obi-Wan’s mocking as he focussed on taking the Palace back. He needed to focus on Maul– he needed to kill the Acolyte this time around.

It was easy to zone out most of the mission.

Ben felt like he was observing his past– watching his younger self move with his Master.

An outer body experience if you will– watching events play out right in front of him despite being there himself. No amount of H’kak tea seemed to pull Ben out of this state.

Obi-Wan looked different from what Ben had looked at when he was his age. No Padawan haircut for one– healthier and taller than Ben had been. Force, Obi-Wan had grown up well.

“Master?” Obi-Wan snapped his fingers in front of Ben’s face to get him back to the present. “Are you alright? Maybe we should–”

“I am fine, Obi-Wan.” Ben replied.

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Ben was in fact not fine.

He had sent Obi-Wan off to deal with the spaceship controlling the droids. Anakin wasn’t here to do it and Ben needed to be on planet to deal with Maul.

Except that also meant that Ben had sent off the only person that altered the situations on Naboo.

Ben found himself almost calling Jinn ‘his’ Master multiple times. He found himself confused as to why his hair was pulled in a bun and long– it wasn’t long, right? He was confused why his Master didn’t tell him what to do– but Jinn wasn’t his Master, they didn’t even know each other that well at this time.

The door opening– Maul stood right there, his double-sided lightsaber drawn and glowing an ominous red.

Ben was confused why his lightsaber wasn’t blue but orange– why did it sound so determined? What were those battle drums in the background? Why did the Force seem sad when it should be warning Ben?

Why was he calling himself Ben? Obi-Wan hadn’t been Ben since Mandalore– wait, that didn’t sound right.

His orange saber crashed into the red one, it looked wrong– where was the blue? Ben remembered seeing blue before.

Ben fell down one of the ramps as Maul kicked him off– it was all so familiar.

Running to catch up.

Shouting for Jinn to wait.

Being stuck behind those walls of rays.

Ben’s eyes teared up as he watched Jinn run into the room, not waiting for him to catch up nor listening to Ben’s warnings.

Being stuck behind that last damned wall of rays.

Watching Jinn get impaled and slip to the ground a moment before the wall of rays deactivated.

Where did those drums come from? Why were they so loud? Ben felt different.

He didn’t scream like he had before, he just watched numbly. Something felt so wrong– something wasn’t right. Ben wasn’t right. He felt in the wrong place– he felt on edge.

Something was different when Obi-Wan Ben didn’t jump in the pit to avoid an incoming attack. Something was different when Ben didn’t have to leap over Maul to kill him. Something was different when Ben cut the Acolyte in half and his body didn’t fall.

Something was different when Ben dealt the final blow, ensuring the Acolyte was truly dead.

“Master Jinn.” Ben muttered as he headed over to him and cradled the man into his lap.

Why couldn’t he bend right? Why was he wearing armour? It didn’t make any sense.

“It– It’s too late–”

“I know.” Ben found himself silently crying.

The Force wrapped around them as Ben opened his shields. Pain bled out of him as he tried to comfort the dying Master.

Ben’s Force Presence reached out to Jinn’s. An unexplainable Bond snapped into place between them. An old one– a training bond– if Jinn recognised what it was he didn’t comment on it. Ben took on the pain the Master was feeling, pushing serenity and peace towards the man.

“That boy– Ani–”

“I know.” Ben said again. “But he is not meant for the Jedi. He will be cared for on Mandalore.”

What? On Mandalore? It sounded correct but this was not how events panned out, this is not what Ben remembered.

“You trained… Obi-Wan well…” Jinn choked, “I– I was wrong…”

“I know.” Ben repeated for the third time. “Rest, Master Jinn. Eno Dai veshah keelel mellu im tamah foh veshah keelel.”

Just as sudden as the training bond had formed, it snapped. In doing so, it ripped Ben’s shields up– the bond that had been new but had deep roots was pulled out without any remorse, leaving Ben bleeding his pain into the Force– sharing his new burden. This was the second time it snapped and it hurt.

Ben had no idea how long he sat there, with the cooling body of the man that had once been his Master but was not his Master.

It was Obi-Wan who managed to snap him back to reality.

It was Obi-Wan who pulled Ben out of his head as he kneeled down next to his Master and spoke to him gently. “He is gone, Master Ben. They want to preserve him so we can take him home. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you.” Ben blinked, shaking his head. “Is it over?”

“The Banking Clan lost.” Obi-Wan nodded, “So did that guy it seems.”

Ben’s eyes broke away from the peaceful features of Jinn and towards the confused and horrified expression on Maul’s face. Maul was dead. Ben had killed Maul.

“We should bring him back too.” Ben insisted, “He is a Darksider– a Sith Acolyte.”

“Sith–? But Master, there haven’t been Sith since–”

“Padawan, later, please.” Ben pleaded as he let the guards of Naboo take Jinn off his hands in order to preserve him.

“Master, are you alright?”

“I am fine, Padawan.” Ben brushed a hand over Obi-Wan’s cheek. He needed to know if Obi-Wan was real or if this was just one big hallucination.

What happened between that moment and the funeral of Master Jinn back on Coruscant, Ben couldn’t be able to tell.

He remembered zoning back in as the fires started to consume the physical form of Master Jinn.

Ben was in fact not fine.

—-------

“Have you heard about the issues on Naboo?”

“I have.” Ben nodded, “I was there for the last part of it.”

Bail moved away from the window and looked at the Jedi Master sitting on the other side of his desk. “There is talk of planets wanting to split from the Republic. Some planets call it the final straw– the lack of reaction from the Senate rubbed them the wrong way.”

So that was the reason this time around, Ben mused. Master Dooku had not left the Republic after Qui-Gon’s passing– the man was hurting but Sifo-Dyas kept him in the Light.

Ben had kept an eye on Kamino too– nothing about the Vod’e so far but Ben doubted that they wouldn’t make an appearance sooner or later.

“The Republic should let them go.” Ben replied, “Better to avoid conflict then start a conflict.”

Bail shook his head, “Unlikely.”

“I am aware.” Ben nodded. “The new Chancellor wouldn’t allow it.”

Palpatine was pulling the strings– Ben knew he was.

Once the Vod’e were in play– that’s when Ben was going to end it all. That is when Ben was going to make his move. Some would hate him for it.

Ben was aware of that, but the last few years left Ben tired. He was not getting better, Ben was getting worse. More moments of confusion as his friends started to become the beings he remembered– the closer they got to the War, the more Ben started to feel lost in time.

It was almost time, Ben just needed to last long enough.

He would see Obi-Wan to Knighthood and give him everything he needed to continue on after Ben ended the war about to come. The Vod’e would get a chance of living– actually living. That is what Ben had been working towards and it was almost there.

—------------

“The Council wants to see you.”

“Did they mention why?” Ben frowned, looking at one of the Temple Guards that had knocked on the door of the apartment he shared with Obi-Wan.

“It is not for me to know.” The guard shrugged. “Your Padawan too, if he is here.”

Ah. It must be about Naboo then.

Bowing his head, Ben called Obi-Wan over and together they walked towards the High Council.

Both stayed quiet as they crossed the Temple to get to the place they needed to be. Ben knew Obi-Wan worried about him, Obi-Wan was clever and saw through Ben’s facade most of the time.

“Knight Depa.”

“Hello Master Naasade.” Depa smiled as the two Stewjonian Jedi approached her. “The Council is waiting.”

They were… waiting.

The Council never waited– they would fill the time with other important matters but they never wasted time waiting. If anything, whomever was called on was more likely to wait until the Council had wrapped up whatever they were doing.

If they had been waiting for Ben and Obi-Wan then there was something important going on. The last time, Ben had been Knighted without ever having to do the Knighting Trials for killing a Sith– only Maul hadn’t died the first time around.

For better or worse, Ben was Knighted early and immediately took on Anakin as his Padawan. Obi-Wan would not be receiving that ‘honour’ but that begged the question what this summoning was about.

Worriedly, Ben pulled Obi-Wan into his side– Force, the Padawan had grown taller than Ben had. The little boy Ben had fought for was now an adult, he was nearing his Knighting Trials. It had been years yet it felt like Ben had merely blinked.

Time was confusing– time was not a thing in the Force.

“Master Naasade, Senior Padawan Kenobi.” Plo greeted as they entered and stepped in the middle of the room to face the Council. “We are glad to see you in good health.”

Both Jedi bowed, “Masters.” Ben acknowledged, “What can we do for you?”

“We have discussed the events of Naboo and confirmed that the Darksider has indeed connections with the Sith.” Sifo-Dias looked sombre but not surprised– he had seen too much Darkness in his visions to be surprised. “After much deliberation we have decided to appraise your good work during the Blockade of Naboo and eventually the freeing of Naboo. We acknowledge the flaws in the Republic’s lack of response and wish to show that we do appreciate what was achieved by you, your Padawan and the late Master Jinn.”

Oh dear.

Ben was glad they were not as reliant on the Republic’s decisions anymore but this seems excessive.

“That would hardly be–”

“You have resolved several conflicts, wars, and you have continuously fought to add Strategy and Warfare classes. It is time to acknowledge that.” Windu looked unconvinced but it was clear he had resigned himself to the situation.

Ben’s breath hitched as the situation seemed to dawn on him.

“Naming you War Master of the Jedi Order, we are.” Yoda hummed. “An Councillor, you will be.”

These kriffing–

Well, it didn’t matter now. It was too late to change their minds. They were ready to give him a seat already– they would have the ceremony immediately like they had done the last time around.

“I see.” Ben pursed his lips.

“On top of that, for Padawan Kenobi’s achievements we believe it is time for him to start his Knighting Trials officially. It is early, we recognise that, but your requests of an early Knighting have convinced us that this is the right decision.”

Ben had actually sent a request for Obi-Wan’s Knighting with permission of the Senior Padawan but those had gone unanswered until now.

“It is an honour.” Obi-Wan bowed.

Not long after, Ben was introduced to his seat on the Council.

The War Master of the Jedi Order.

Of all Ben’s titles, this might be the one that fitted best.

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It took Obi-Wan a grand total of two months to successfully complete the Knighting Trials– he had been more than ready.

Word of this made its rounds throughout the Temple.

Newly Knighted Obi-Wan Kenobi had breezed through the Trials as if they were nothing. The achievement of being one of the youngest Knights in recent history was talked about often.

It also caused the rumours about Master Naasade to gain traction again.

He killed a Sith– the first Sith-Killer in millenia– the War Master of the Jedi Order. Master Naasade was now a Councillor.

And oh did the Order Gossip.

Ben noticed it as he and Obi-Wan walked through the halls. Even if Obi-Wan was no longer under Ben’s direct tutelage, they were still close. He saw the Padawans whisper as they passed, the Knights and Masters gossiping about them and even the older Younglings talked about them.

Well, the Younglings mostly hoped that they would be the next Padawan under Master Naasade or even under Knight Kenobi. It was the dream of many to join the Lineage, even if no one knew which Master had trained Naasade, Ben had built enough reputation that his Lineage would go down in the Temple’s history.

Neither Ben nor Obi-Wan seemed up for that though– Obi-Wan wanted to learn how to be a Knight and Ben encouraged it. They had often spoken about Ben’s first Padawan– how Ben had taken him on the moment he was Knighted rather than waiting a couple of years to settle in the role as Knight. Obi-Wan wanted to explore the Galaxy for himself, he wanted to learn before he would be teaching and Ben was glad for it.

Ben himself didn’t see himself taking another Padawan– it was much too close to the war, he would not be able to see them to their Knighting.

Still, Younglings dreamed on.

“Are you sure you will be okay without me? I will be gone for a while.”

Ben smiled at his former Padawan. “I am more than sure, my dear.” Ben nodded. “You should get out there. Besides, I would hardly have time to spend with you with my new duties.”

Being a Councillor meant having to spend endless hours in sessions– Ben had already convinced them to cut his hours down so he could continue teaching but half of his week was still spent within the High Council room.

“That is true, I suppose.” Obi-Wan mused. “I will keep in contact– we can comm every other day at least.”

Dear Obi-Wan, always worried about his Master. Perhaps for good reason.

“Fine by me.” Ben hummed, “Enjoy your Pilgrimage to Jedha, Obi-Wan. Go out there and see what the Galaxy has in store for you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Obi-Wan leaped forwards and pulled Ben into a tight hug– they had shared many hugs like that. Ben had grown rather fond of who this Obi-Wan had become.

“I am so proud of you.” Ben muttered. “Good luck. May the Force be with you.”

Stepping back, Obi-Wan smiled at Ben and bowed, “And with you, Master.”

There was a bitter taste in Ben’s mouth as he watched Obi-Wan run off to his ship and hop in. His little boy had grown up and was leaving the Temple to discover himself– Ben couldn’t be more proud of him.

He hoped Obi-Wan would enjoy the few years of peace there were left.

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“The War Master of the Jedi Order.”

Ben stiffened.

He had just spent the entire day in a Council meeting about the unrest within the Republic at the moment. Ben knew there was still a few years to go between now and when the War would break out but the Council wanted to discuss the plans Ben had handed them in the binder he had once given them.

They had spoken about some of the continuities in case the Ruusan Reformation was broken by the Senate– a line they had almost crossed in more recent months but somehow always managed to keep intact.

He hadn’t seen Dooku since before he left for Mandalore. It had almost been a year since he had spoken with the Master. They had seen each other at the funeral but not since.

“A bit dramatic, I agree.” Ben replied as he turned to face the man. “How are you, Master Dooku?”

“Was his passing painful?”

Straight to the point. Ben didn’t know if he appreciated it or not. “I took his pain as my own.” Ben replied, “He went in peace.”

Dooku looked down and Ben for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you. I know you did not think fondly of him.”

“I had a complicated relationship with Master Jinn.” Ben agreed, “But I admired the Jedi who he was and held him in high regard despite his flaws. I know he accepted help after my duel with him all those years ago and that he changed for the better over time.”

“Your words are too kind.”

“Your Padawan was a good man.” Ben reiterated, “You have raised him well and I am sorry for your loss.”

Ben would forever blame the lighting of the hallway for the slight glitter he spotted in Dooku’s eyes– it was too uncanny to see the man crying.

“Will you be at Sifo-Dyas’ for tea this evening?”

“I will be.”

“Then we will see each other there.”

—-------------

Ben didn’t know what to think when he entered his apartment to see Master Boda sitting on his sofa. He hadn’t spoken to the Soul Healer in quite some time with his busy schedule and strange hours.

“Master Boda.”

“You have been avoiding me.”

Why was Ben friends with so many blunt Jedi? “I have been busy in case you haven’t heard.”

“Padawan Kenobi called me.”

That little sh*t.

Even halfway across the Galaxy Obi-Wan decided to be a pain in Ben’s shebs.

“Is this an intervention then?” Ben asked as he moved to shrug his outer robe off and started unbuckling his armour.

Boda hummed, “Of sorts.” He easily agreed. “We have not spoken in a long time. Let’s catch up.”

Ben was not in the mood for this at all but blowing the Soul Healer off was never a wise idea. “Tea?”

“If that will allow you to relax I would not be opposed to it.”

Shaking his head at Boda’s no-nonsense behaviour, Ben moved to his kitchen to boil the water. “Preferences?”

“What about that tea Obi-Wan kept telling me about? The one that ‘stopped working’?”

What a snitch.

“You will regret that choice of tea but I suppose it could do little harm.” Ben gritted, his jaw clenched. He was really not in the mood for this. Ben needed to think of a way to get revenge on his former Padawan.

Brewing the tea, Ben prepared two cups of it and set one in front of Boda before taking a seat at the low table. “I assume Obi-Wan provided you with the door code?”

“Naturally.” Boda slid off the sofa and kneeled at the table as well, picking up the cup and taking a whiff of the tea’s aroma.

The expression of disgust was a small delight in an annoying situation. Ben raised his own cut to hide his smile as Boda’s expression twisted between disgust and confusion.

“This is drinkable for Base-Humans, correct.”

“It is.” Ben confirmed, taking a sip himself. “Infact, the woman who introduced me to it was a Base-Human herself.”

Stewjonians were Near-Humans who were notorious for being able to deal with toxic food articles and were all but immune to most medications with few exceptions. It was a fair question.

“This is tea from Tatooine, correct?”

“It is.” Ben hummed, playing along with the ‘casual’ approach Boda was going for. “It’s called H’kak.”

Boda hummed, “Obi-Wan mentioned Tatooine when he spoke of your shared mission to Mandalore about two years ago. Your last mission together, I believe.”

“Naboo was our last official one.” Ben corrected, “But Mandalore did kind of blend with that mission so I suppose so.”

“Is there a reason you chose not to join the Mand’alor when he went to Tatooine?”

“It caused an unfortunate reaction.” Ben admitted.

“Can you elaborate?” Boda nodded again, taking his first sip of the tea and immediately regretted it. Boda’s eyes squeezed together at the bitter taste of H’kak and he raised a fist to his mouth to keep from gagging.

Ben took pity on the man. “I have tea from Naboo if that is more to your taste.”

“Stop trying to avoid the question.” Boda warned, “But yes, please.”

Snorting, Ben stood and prepared another more favourable cup of tea for his uninvited and unwanted guest. “I spent time on Tatooine before– a long time– going back would likely mess with my perception of time.”

“Do you still struggle with confusing reality for a vision?”

Right, that was the explanation Ben had given the man about that. “It has gotten worse.”

Boda frowned at the direct admission of Ben’s mental health declining again. He seemed to take it as a bad sign as he straightened. “You have been zoning out.”

“Naboo had me– it messed with my head a lot. It all happened exactly as–” Ben looked away, “There was very little difference between what I experienced and what happened. From there on it has been tough to snap out of it.”

“You have been dealing with this for almost two years?” Boda asked to confirm.

Ben didn’t reply. Answering questions of people that already knew the answer was not his style.

“Ben.” Boda scolded.

“I had it under control.”

“Obi-Wan called me worried out of his mind.” Boda replied, “You are not in control of this.”

“I had it under–”

“You grounded yourself with this tea.” Boda lifted his abandoned cup, “It is not doing that for you anymore.”

Ben kept his eyes away from the man.

Force, he was tired.

Ben was so tired of making preparations and counting down the days until the war would break out. He was so tired of reliving his trauma over and over.

Why the Force chose him to do this Ben would never understand but he knew there was only so much he could deal with.

Ben’s soul was exhausted and Ben doubted any amount of rest could fix that.

“Oh Ben.” Boda reached out and patted Ben’s arms that were resting on the table. “You don’t have to carry the weight of the Galaxy you know?”

Ben laughed bitterly.

That was just it, wasn’t it?

He did.

—------------

Ben: *Goes to Naboo to kill Maul*

Ben: *Gets horribly confused at everything*

Ben: *Has not a good time*

Everyone: Is he okay?

Ben: No but that’s fine.

Bail: There’s trouble brewing in the Republic.

Ben: *Having been the crazy guy preparing the Jedi for war for years*

Ben: You don’t say.

Council: –so we have decided to make you a Councillor.

Ben: *Resigned* Fine. At least I get to finally experience being a Councillor during times of peace before being yeeted into the rabbit hole that is war.

Council: Also, have another new title to add to the never ending list.

Ben: For Force’s sake!

Obi-Wan: *Still playful and cheery*

Obi-Wan: *Aces the Knighting trials*

Obi-Wan: *Becomes the talk of the Temple together with his Master*

Ben: *Wistful* How different my life could have been.

Boda: How bad is it?

Ben: I’m being honest, aren’t I?

Boda: Kriff– call the medics! It is an emergency!

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Chapter 13: The Vod’e

Chapter Text

Chapter 13; The Vod’e

The start of the Clone Wars was the biggest difference Ben experienced so far.

Thankfully, the Jedi weren’t involved from the get go, that made things slightly easier. The Senate introduced the Vod’e to the Jedi rather than the other way around.

The moment they demanded that the Jedi would act as Generals and Commanders was the moment everything clicked into place for the Council.

“You knew that was coming, we all know that.” Windu looked tired, he had spent hours arguing with the Senate but to no avail.

“It was inevitable.” Ben too looked exhausted out of his mind but he was prepared for this. They had prepared for this. “It is time to break away from the Republic but we have to be quiet and careful about it. Everything we do will be scrutinised, everything we do will be judged and public opinion is more important than you will ever know.”

Ben had planted the idea of leaving the Republic to become truly neutral for long enough that other Masters on the Council started to agree with him.

“Like your binder suggested?”

Ben grinned, “You still remember the binder, do you?”

“Hard not to.” Windu gruffed, “We had to work through the entire damned thing. Don’t act like we haven’t followed much of your advice over the years.”

“We should inform some of our allies soon. For now we have to play along.”

“You wish to send our Knights and Masters out to play Generals and Commanders to this ‘Grand Army’?” Plo asked to clarify.

Ben sighed, “We have no choice. If they think we are doing this willingly, they are less likely to notice our departure. It will take months before we can clear the Temple and we couldn’t exactly do it before they broke the Ruusan Reformation. Now that they have broken it we are free to do as we wish.”

“That was your play?” Kit asked, “Wait for the Senate to make the wrong move?”

“If it were up to me, we would have been gone already.” Ben admitted. “I suggest a vote. To leave the Republic exactly a year from now. We pretend to go along with the plans of the Senate while we move our Younglings and our history to a safe place until we can properly leave and revise the structure of our Temple.”

“A vote then.” Plo seemed hesitant but agreed to the vote, as did the other Councillors.

So far, Ben had not lied to them nor had he been wrong. He had been preparing the inhabitants of the Jedi Order for war since he showed up out of the blue.

The vote was unanimous.

The Jedi would bide their time before quietly leaving once the coast was clear.

—-------------

“Well, you were right about the war.” Obi-Wan sighed. “I just always hoped–”

“I know, Obi-Wan.” Ben looked far off. “Me too.”

Things had happened quickly. One moment the Jedi were still arguing on whether to join the war or not, the next they were meeting their Commanders.

As the War Master of the Order, Ben was in charge of dividing the Battalions and their placement. Ben would be working towards full control of the Gar– something that would take a while and would likely need additional aid from some of the allies Ben had made over the years– Bail and Jaster being the major names of those allies.

Of course, most Battalions would fall in the hands of Jedi that had been following Ben’s classes. They were all given the order to listen to their Commanders, they were likely better prepared and equipped and their opinion should be listened to. They were the experts after all.

Furthermore, he had ensured that Mace had a squad of his own, Ponds was officially his Commander even if he served in the Senate Dome for the most part. Ben wanted to keep them away from the Chancellor as much as possible but it would be tough. For that reason he had pulled Mace aside and advised him to keep a close eye on ‘his’ men.

Obi-Wan would be taking the 212th while Ben would be taking the 501st– a choice Ben consciously made for several reasons. Cody and the Ghost Squad was a major reason for that– Ben would likely slip further into his confused state and he could not deal with that now.

Some changes Ben did make was place Rex in the 212th– they were the front runners and Ben remembered how much work that was for him after Anakin was not there to help him like he had been in the beginning stages of the war.

Both Ben and Obi-Wan approached the troops that were waiting for their Jedi General.

They approached a bunch of Clone Commanders from behind and could overhear part of the conversation. “–but to move Rex? That seems unwise.”

“Don’t question orders, they are the Jedi, they know what’s best.” The other replied shortly.

“I do hope my changes have not caused too much chaos.” Ben announced their arrival, startling the small group of Clones.

“Sir!” The Clones snapped into position.

Ben looked at them one by one, recognising each of them from prior experiences. His eyes landed on Commander Cody– Cody had been his closest comrade before, the reason he couldn’t be that to Ben now.

Obi-Wan looked uncomfortable but Ben easily stepped forwards. “I appreciate your openness to the changes I have made, Commander Cody.”

All of them stiffened but Cody replied.

“Yes, sir.” The Commander nodded.

“Commander Cody, Commander Rex, this is my former Padawan, Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, he will be your executive from here on forwards.” Ben introduced, “Commanders, please go find your respective General, so you may meet and prepare for the meeting we will have at the end of the day.”

“General, sir?”

“Commander Cody?” Ben focused back on the man. “What can I do for you?”

“I– It’s CC-2224, sir.”

Ben’s shoulder sacked, “I would much rather use your chosen names if that is alright.” He admitted, “For reasons I will clarify later I will have a very hard time referring to you by a barcode.”

For a moment, the Commander scrutinised the General, then he nodded. “Thank you, sir.”

“Was there anything else, Commander Cody?” Ben asked.

“Sir, I noticed the lack of Commander assigned to the 501st, sir.”

If only the Vod’e would feel comfortable enough to speak their minds. Thankfully, Ben understood what the Commander was referring to. “Where is Alpha-17 at this time?”

“Sir?”

“Alpha.” Ben repeated. “I have taken the opportunity to raise his rank to Commander. His talents would be wasted on Kamino now that the Jedi will be taking over the training of the Vod’e.”

Again, the Clones stiffened. “Sir?”

“Ah, my Master called you brothers in Mando’a.” Obi-Wan translated, oblivious to the real reason why the Clones stiffened again. “His boyfriend is the–”

“That– is quite enough, Padawan.” Ben smiled at his former Padawan, a dangerous smile. “I see Alpha-17 is not here. I will go find Alpha now, I shall see you in a few hours. Do not burn anything down in the meantime.”

Ben had already walked off well before Commander Cody could protest. Because how was this Jedi General supposed to know which of them was the Alpha-17 he was looking for? And how did he know how to pick Alpha-17 out of all of the Clones on paper? How did this Jedi know to move certain Clones into different battalions?

Who was Jedi General Ben Naasade?

He certainly wasn’t the nobody his name suggested him to be.

Walking through the halls of Kamino now that the Kamionians had been imprisoned for their crimes felt like a step in the right direction.

Ben felt relieved to see how different Kamino already was now that they had moved half of the Temple to help with the Vod’e. Not a single Jedi Master to juggle with the responsibility and ultimately failing at seeing the countless murders happening right below her nose. Instead there were plenty of Jedi doing their respective jobs.

They all greeted Ben as he passed them and Ben smiled at them in return.

It took a while but Ben finally found the Vod he was looking for. “Alpha-17, there you are.” Ben looked at the Clone and smiled, “It is good to meet you.”

The Clone in question flinched, stood straight and turned to Ben with a confused expression on his face.

His armour was unmarked safe for his battalion colour. None of the markings painted on it could suggest the Clone’s name, there was no good reason why Ben could pick him out of the crowd.

“General, sir?”

Ben stepped towards the man and gripped his forearm. “I look forward to working with you.” He smiled, “Walk with me, Commander Alpha.”

“I am not a Commander.”

“You must have missed the memo, worry not, I will update you on the situation.” Ben kept smiling. “My name is Ben Naasade.”

Alpha seemed hesitant, then stood a little straighter– if that was even possible– and replied, “High General.”

For a moment, Ben closed his eyes. He hated that title.

“Come, Alpha, we have a lot to discuss.”

—---------

Ben had guided Alpha to one of the overseeing balconies. Down in the large training halls were the Jedi and Vod’e mingling, the Generals warming up to the Vod’e they would be fighting alongside with.

“Why?”

Alpha had taken off his helmet halfway into his conversation with Ben.

It was essential for the Vod’e to trust the Jedi– not as their overlords but as their allies. That meant honesty and openness towards them from the very start.

“We are Jedi, we do not stand for slavery of any kind.” Ben replied. “You are Mandalorian and I made a pact with Mandalorians long ago. They were my friends and they were in a similar situation you find yourselves in now. I failed them. I won’t fail you.”

Alpha looked troubled, he had been trained by Mandalorians before– some more willing to be there than others. They taught them about the culture– not much but enough for the Vod’e to pick up on it.

“Your beskar’gam–” Alpha started, “It’s plastoid, right? Like ours?”

“You’re a clever man, Commander Alpha.” Ben smiled.

“What would we have to do?”

“We fight, we survive and we finish our preparations no matter the cost.” Ben replied, “That starts here on Kamino and that will likely last for a year.”

Alpha clenched his jaw. “And where would we go then?”

“Mandalore.” Ben replied. “But before that I would like to schedule a meeting with Jedi Healer Che and Clone Medic Bones. There are certain details we should discuss.”

—---------

“A Padawan?”

Once in a while the 501st and 212th would meet up for missions. Ben was more than glad to spend some time with Obi-Wan, even if they spent that time on the battlefield or in the medbay.

“You did ask for one.” Ben mused.

Obi-Wan looked at Ben in disbelieve, “Yeah, two years ago. Before the war.” He deadpanned. “We are at war.”

Ben made a face, “It was not long after I started training you when you first stood in a war zone.”

“That was different.”

“How so? I brought you along to Melida/Daan.”

“I stayed in the camp! With Healer Che for crying out loud.”

“And your future Padawan will be staying on the Flagship as well.” Ben pointed out. “No Padawan is to be on the battlefield, you know the rules.”

Obi-Wan frowned, “Wouldn’t it be better to keep them in the Temple?”

“They need to learn, Obi-Wan.” Ben shook his head. “They won’t see battle but they will gain some experience from being around the Vod’e and from you as her Master. Other Jedi Generals have also taken on a Padawan here and there, they are doing well.”

“I suppose.” Obi-Wan had to agree. “Who is it?”

“You showed interest in Initiate Ahsoka Tano before.” Ben looked as the Jedi ship landed into the hangar. “She is looking forward to being your Padawan.”

“What if I’m not a good teacher?”

Ben turned to Obi-Wan. “We are never prepared for a Padawan, not truly.” Ben squeezed Obi-Wan’s shoulder in comfort. “I was not ready to take on my first Padawan under my wing, I was much too young. You have gotten the chance to grow and you took it. You are more ready than you believe. Learn from each other, help her grow and teach her how to be a good Jedi. If anyone can do it, it will be you.”

The two shared a moment before breaking apart and focussing on the incoming ship. Ben had been looking forward to meeting Ahsoka again. He had been disappointed when she was sent to become Anakin’s Padawan the last time around, though he admitted that they had been a great duo.

The girl was so small but Ben could feel her determination and her fierceness from a young age on. Having spent years watching her grow up in the Creches Ben was convinced that she would be a great Padawan for Ben.

“Master Kenobi.” Ahsoka gave the Knight a quick bow, then turned to Ben. “Grandmaster Naasade.”

Ben choked at the title while Obi-Wan seemed to have the time of his life. “Just Master Ben is fine, Padawan Ahsoka. Congratulations on your Padawanship.”

“I figured you would appreciate the official title.” Ahsoka teased. “You are known for your traditional side, after all.”

Narrowing his eyes at the girl, Ben shook his head, “You two should get to know each other. There are duties I must attend to.”

“Yes Grandmaster Ben.”

“Begone, brat.” Ben teased, “I will see the two of you at late meal in the mess hall, try not to bully your new Master too much, Ahsoka.”

“Wait– Master, don’t leave me!” Obi-Wan pleaded jokingly. “How would I survive?”

“By continuing to breathe, Padawan mine.” Ben laughed.

—--------

Months passed.

War started and war was as tough as it always was. Except this time, the losses were far below that of what it had been the first time around.

The Generals Ben had handpicked all had one thing in common, they prioritised lives above all else.

Alpha and Ben proved to be a great pair while in combat. Alpha rolled with whatever nonsense Ben threw at him and managed to keep up, something only a handful of Clones were able to do.

The battles they fought were ruthless– droids were not known for their empathy after all– but Ben kept his losses as low as possible. It meant battles took much longer to complete.

In the meantime, Alpha and Ben worked countless hours exploding whatever exploit they could find in order to get the Vod’e the rights they needed to break away from the servitude they were trapped in.

They found one but it would come at a great cost.

“If you do this–” Alpha started.

“I know, Alpha.” Ben looked out of the window of his Flagship and let out a breath. “I know the cost.”

“Sir, we can find another way. If we set back the deadline we can find a different way.”

Ben shook his head, “No. We can not. Everything is already set into motion, we can not stop it now.” He replied, “We use this.”

Alpha looked angry but lowered his eyes, “Yes sir.”

“And Alpha–” Ben stopped his Commander from leaving to hand the paperwork to the other Commanders– a good way to hide their true purpose. “–I trust this matter stays between us?”

“Yes sir.” Alpha gritted.

And so the proper paperwork was filed– slipped in with reports to be signed by the Republic. The Senate didn’t know it yet, but they were currently saving Ben a whole lot of arguments.

—--------

It was six months into the war, halfway into Ben’s plans, when they got a landing request from a familiar ship.

“Let them land.” He ordered when the request came in. “They are allies.”

“Who are they?” Alpha asked as he watched Ben drop his paperwork– something he had not done for anything.

“Friends. Mandalorians.” Ben smiled. “They are going to help us in the long run. Though I admit, this visit is quite a surprise.”

Alpha and Ben walked side by side as they made their way to the hangar they were landing. A rapid pace set by Ben, one that even Alpha had trouble keeping up with. They reached the right hangar in no time and were greeted by Troopers.

“Sir, the Mandalorians are here to–”

The Trooper was unable to finish his sentence as Mand’alor Mereel marched over with some of his Verd’e. His beskar’gam looked spotless, his cape dramatically waving behind him. Force, did he look like a dream.

Ben turned to greet the approaching man and smiled. “Jaster, what a lovely surprise– umphf!”

Ben was cut off as Jaster pulled Ben into a deep passionate kiss. One of Jaster’s hands found its place against the side of Ben’s neck while the other looped around his waist.

At the sound of blasters co*cking, Ben freed his hand to sign to his men to stand down. Not too long after, Jaster let up and let his forehead rest against Ben’s. “Su’cuy mesh’la.”

“That is one way to greet someone.” Ben commented, looking up at Jaster through his lashes.

“It has been a while since we have been face to face.” Jaster waved Ben’s comment away. “I don’t hear you complaining.”

Ben hid his smile as he cleared his throat. “It is good to see you.”

“Quite the army– where did the Republic find them?”

That seemingly innocent question sobered Ben up. “We should move that conversation to somewhere more private.”

—----------

It was tough seeing Jaster’s face drop when Alpha removed his helmet and sat down. Even tougher to keep him from attacking the Republic for using his bu’ade.

Calming Jaster down took a long time and the aid of Alpha who seemed moved by the Mandalorians reaction to the reveal. Well, as moved as the stoic no-nonsense Clone could be. The three of them ended up in a strange position where both the Vod’e and Jaster needed to once again trust in Ben– almost blindly.

In the end, Ben calmed Jaster enough for him to agree to what Ben laid out in front of him. They would likely have de-chipped half of the Vod’e before the year had passed, they had already secretly started. Many Jedi and Vod’e Healers were deactivating chips since the start of the war, from there the Mandalorians would need to take over the duty.

In six months time Jaster would be able to welcome the Vod’e, an oath Ben swore.

“Ben,”

“Yes?” Ben turned to Jaster, slightly confused as he heard a familiar song in the Force– one he hadn’t heard in a while. Blinking at the man, Ben turned to face Jaster and narrowed his eyes at him.

Ben’s hand reached up and found a beskar chain hidden below the fabric of Jasters kute. His fingers tangle with the unbreakable chain as Jaster lets Ben pull it from below his kute to see.

Attached to the dark grey chain was Ben’s first Kyber. The shattered blue crystal greeted Ben warmly. It was encased in beskar alloy wires which formed a decorative and protective casing around the shining blue Kyber.

“I’ve kept it safe.”

“I can see that.” Ben smiled. “I appreciate it.”

Ben smiled as Jaster stood next to him, looking out at the evening colours.

“Ever thought about courting, Ben?”

“Courting?” Ben flushed, clearing his throat, “I– once or twice perhaps. A long time ago but duty came first and I could not promise myself to them.”

The path of a Jedi was a lonely one. A path serving the Force was a lonely one. Ben’s was coming to an end very soon now.

“I understand duty well.” Jaster sounded sorrowful. “Would you court me, Ben?”

Ben hummed. Comfort from another living being– something every Jedi considered at one point or another– but not many understood duty, not many understood what it meant to put their duty to the Force above any being.

“Perhaps.”

In another life, where Ben wasn’t about to give up his life– his second life– for his people and those he was meant to serve. Picking up his drink, Obi-Wan took a sip to hide to frown on his face.

“You know, technically, we are already engaged.” Jaster casually pointed out.

Ben sputtered, “Excuse me?”

Jaster tilted his head, thoroughly enjoying the shock on Ben’s face. “I gave you a blaster, you gave me your saber.”

“When did you–?”

Oh. Melidaan– Ben used Jaster’s blaster and the man let him take it in for evidence.

“I gave you my Kyber, that is not the same.” Ben argued weakly.

“It is much more.” Jaster hummed in agreement, his hand resting on his heart for a moment. “Court me, Ben.”

Ben would have dropped the cup in his hands if it wasn’t for Jaster’s hands finding his, “Wha– I don’t–” He stumbled over his words, “I can’t promise you anything, Jaster. I can’t–”

Jaster didn’t take his hands back and instead rubbed the back of Ben’s. “I understand your sense of duty but I would make the biggest mistake of my life if I didn’t at least try.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to you.”

Ben wanted to say yes. Jaster was Light, he was a competent and kind man who Ben shared a great deal of interests with. If Ben had been anyone else, if he had truly been Ben he would have accepted it in an instance.

“Oh Ben.” Jaster looked at him with piercing eyes, “You don’t allow yourself a great deal of happiness, do you?”

What was the point of happiness when it would be ripped away at any moment.

“Pot meets kettle, it seems.” Ben replied. “How long has it been for you since you let someone in?”

“A long time.”

“Then let me be honest, I can not give you stability in a relationship, let alone whilst courting.” Ben didn’t lie, “I will return to the Republic and when I do, you will hate me for it.”

Jaster shook his head, “I could never hate you, Ben.” He replied, “Court me, if only for a short time.”

Ben huffed a sad laugh, “Stubborn man.” He blinked back a tear, “Fine. Have it your way but don’t be surprised when I break your heart. I will court you if I am still alive by the end of all of this.”

The childish and clearly very pleased grin on Jaster’s face warmed Ben’s sorrowful heart.

Ben would never make it to the end.

—-------------

Ben: Oh, you remember the binder?

Mace: *Has had nightmares about the amount of work it took* Are you kriffing serious?

Vod’e: *Mentally prepared to be ignored and walked over by their superiors*

Ben: *Calls them by their names even if they never met them*

Ben: *Is kind and jokes around*

Ben: *Goes to find a Clone he has never met or seen in his life without asking for help*

Vod’e: Who is he?

Obi-Wan: *Shrugs* He does that sometimes.

Ben: Alpha! I am about to change your entire view of the Jedi in one meeting and offer you a deal you quite literally can’t refuse!

Alpha: Who the kriff are you and why are you wearing pieces of Clone armour?

Ahsoka: *Exists to be sassy and bullying her elders since the day she learned to speak Basic*

Obi-Wan: Force help me.

Ben: *Pats Obi-Wan’s back* You’ll be fine.

Ahsoka: *Immediately calls Ben old*

Ben: Alright nevermind, I am leaving you to it Padawan, goodluck.”

Obi-Wan: Master, don't leave me!

Jaster: *Rocks up out of the blue and kisses Ben without hesitation*

Vod’e: *Raise their blasters at the offence of touching their General*

Ben: *Signs to the Vod’e to stand down*

Vod’e: *Reluctantly do* He won’t be there to save you next time, Mandalorian.

Chapter 14: Know Thy Enemy

Chapter Text

Chapter 14; Know Thy Enemy

Today was the day.

It was the end of the war, Ben knew it would be. All the schemes, all the preparations, it had all come down to this day.

Exactly a year after the Council had agreed to flee the Republic and relocate to a new location. Not that many knew that that is what they have been doing, their movements were written off as war-related moves. Their ships went unnoticed and unchecked. These were the last ships to leave.

The Force seemed to mourn Ben before he ever stepped foot into the Senate Dome. Ben’s heart ached as he looked at the Padawan he had raised and his Grand Padawan. They were worried about him– Ben knew they were.

“I don’t see why this needs to be done now.” Obi-Wan complained. “Temporarily relocating the Jedi in the middle of war and in secret too? Almost everyone is here too. Who is at the front if we’re not there.”

“The Gar is holding the line.” Ben lied, “I must leave for the Senate now. You two hurry along before you miss the ship.”

“Something feels off, Grand Master.” Ashoka muttered.

“I know. I feel it too, Padawan.” Obi-Wan patted his Padawan’s head before the girl gave a quick hug to Ben.

Ben lingered in it and pressed a small kiss on top of her head before hugging Obi-Wan. “I am proud of you two. Be brave.”

Of course, Obi-Wan caught on to the strange goodbye and held Ben a little tighter, “Master–?”

“Last call! Everyone aboard!”

“You two should go.” Ben stepped back, “May the Force be with you two, always.”

“With you as well.” The two bowed before walking off together.

They would be alright.

—----------

“I am worried about him, I guess.”

When Obi-Wan called Jaster, Jaster hardly hesitated to accept the call. It had been a few weeks since Jaster had seen Ben but they had spoken in that time– Ben had all but accepted his courting after all.

“Because he is doing better?” Jaster clarified.

It had been tough to hear of his bu’ade passing but Ben had been working on the Vod’e becoming Mandalorians– officially. Jaster trusted that he knew what he was doing. The final preparations were made and the first ships were starting to land.

“It is just a strange shift.” Obi-Wan shrugged, “Like, one moment he looked tired to the bone and now he seems so at peace. I don’t know, I have a bad feeling.”

Little Ashoka nodded from besides her Jetii’bajir, “He seemed a little more sentimental than he would usually be when we say goodbye, especially since we are seeing him later this week.”

Jaster frowned. That was out of character and if Obi-Wan had a bad feeling…

“Keep an eye on him for me, alright?”

“Always.” Obi-Wan nodded. “He was very happy when he got back to the Temple after you two met up. Any good news for us?”

“You should ask your buir about that.” Jaster laughed. “Thank you for calling with your concerns, Obi-Wan, I appreciate it.”

—--------

Ben took a deep breath of the outside air before he entered the Senate Dome.

No Vod’e besides him, just a couple of Jedi Shadows that would be by his side up until it was his time to speak.

Alpha had started moving the Battalions towards Mandalore– somewhere in Hyperspace already nearing Mandalore to show that Ben’s oath to Jaster was about to be fulfilled. They had worked on this for a year– it felt so short in hindsight, so insignificant if only you looked past the amount of changes Ben made in that one year alone.

The numbers of the Knights were not as low as they had been in Ben’s time but the situation was still dire. Even with the changes, the reaction to those changes proved to be slow. The Council would need to work about that still.

Everything was going as planned, everything was ending today and there was no one that could stop it.

“Master Naasade.”

Ben opened his eyes and looked at his longtime friend. “Hello Bail.”

“I am glad to see you, how are you?”

“At peace.” Ben replied. “How are you today? How is your lovely wife?”

Bail walked with Ben as they entered the Dome together. “All is well. With me as well as with Breha.”

Nodding, Ben smiled, “I am glad to hear it.”

“I heard you are representing the Order today.” Bail mentioned offhandedly, “Does it have to do with the lack of Clone Troopers around today? I have yet to see the Coruscanti Guards.”

That was because they had left already. They had been the first to get their chips deactivated and they were the first to leave for Mandalore. The sooner they were out of Palpatine’s reach the better. Ben knew they had it tough in the year they had to work so closely to the Sith and they needed to be far away when the realisation of the situation would set in for the Sith Lord.

“You will hear about the details soon.” Ben promised.

“Are– are you alright, Ben?” Bail asked, “You seem unfocused today.”

“I am alright.” Ben waved Bail’s worries away.

Not too long later, Ben entered his Senate Pod and patiently sat through the hours of meaningless discussions.

Ben knew these meetings were widely watched, especially with the War ongoing, many would see this as it happened. There would be no hiding, no more lies and no way out.

It was a fitting end, what was left of Ben’s second chance for the lives of the Jedi– for the future of the Galaxy. Ben would not be one of the last Jedi out in the Galaxy and that in itself was a mercy.

“–Master Naasade of the Jedi Order.” The announcer introduced, “Representing the Jedi Order on the topic of the recent unlawful movements of the GAR.”

Letting the mournful lament the Force was singing for him fill his ears, Ben stood and moved to the microphone on the Pod he was in. Normally, he would be with other Jedi or Vod’e but now he was alone.

“Good afternoon.” Ben greeted the Senate.

Palpatine– the snake hidden in the tall grass– looked down at Ben. There he was, the man that caused Ben so much sorrow– the Sith that manipulated his Padawan right under Ben’s nose. The cause of the deaths of countless Jedi and innocent beings.

He would not be defeated by this, not truly, but Ben had set the Sith back long enough for the Jedi to regroup should they want to fight what the ‘Republic’ would inevitably become. Though it would be hard to fight a fake war without men to sacrifice.

“Jedi Master Naasade, would you care to enlighten the Senate as to why the Jedi Order has moved the GAR to unsanctioned locations without prior notice or warning?” Palpatine pretended to be casual about it like he had been with most topics that day but Ben could see the anger in his eyes.

“The Jedi Order is not required to share the location of their people nor those employed by them.” Ben calmly stated, “Demanding that is not lawful after the Senate and by extension the Republic, broke the Ruusan Reformation.”

Strike one.

“Broke the Ruusan Reformation?” One of the Senators asked to clarify.

Ben took a breath, he loved it when others took the bait he set out for them.

“Yes. Let the record show that a year ago this very Senate decided to demand that the members of the Jedi Order act as their Generals and Commanders in the ‘Clone Wars’. Act 3 of the Ruusan Reformation states and I quote; ‘–The Army of Light is to disband in order to restructure the Republic and allow for peace under the rule of the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. Their military ranks will be renounced and shall not be granted under the Reformation again. In the case that either the Jedi Order of Dai Bendu or the Republican Senate sees the return of these ranks and thus the return of a military force which involves the Jedi Order, the Ruusan Reformation will be considered null.’ May I remind this Senate that you have already broken this Act thus deeming the Ruusan Reformation unlawful and disbanded.”

Strike two.

A laugh almost escaped at the stunned silence which was followed by chaos. Pure and utter chaos.

The Jedi were no longer under the Senate’s thumb and it was all their fault. That realisation seemed to set in as Palpatine called for silence.

“That does not explain the unsanctioned moving of the GAR.”

“Again, may I remind this Senate that the Jedi Order is not required to share the location of their people nor those employed by them.” Ben repeated, “As the Vod’e officially are employed by me personally. We are not required to state their current location nor their future destinations.”

More chaos, more shouts, more anger. Ben basked in it.

There was a small loophole. Employers of the Order counted as part of the Jedi Order during their contract. The contract Ben had signed with the Vod’e would only end when they were in Mandalorian Space. Ben had to use his name on the contract to make it legit. It was legal for the Order to make contracts but they would need to be co-signed by the Senate.

For a Jedi to sign a contract they needed to go through some hurdles but since Ben signed it without his title it slipped right by.

When the war came around the first time, the Jedi had argued that signing a contract by just one of them should not have influence on them as a whole but the Senate had pointed out a law that the actions of one of them counted as an action of them all. Palpatine had used it against them before, now Ben used it against him.

What Sifo-Dyas had done in another life had been punishable by the Senate however– that is what they had said. The punishable offence of fraud. It didn’t nullify the contract, something Palpatine had put in place to cover his own plans, that too was used against him now.

While the Jedi were technically not criminals, Ben was. Had he gone with the Order, he would have given the Republic a reason to hunt them down no matter where they went. Sure, they would find a reason to do so sooner or later but until they had dealt with Ben, the Order had a good shot at vanishing as they had been planning.

“The GAR belongs to the Republic.” Another Senator snarled. “It’s our army.”

“They used to be ‘employed’ by the me, Senator.” Ben corrected, “Be sure to brush up on your paperwork, dear, it might avoid future miscommunications. All my employees are of Mandalorian descent and thus are to be recognised as a people by the Republic. They are not your property and neither are we.”

Strike three.

Silence washed over the Senate dome.

—----------------

The Clones looked at eachother, opening a private comm group, “Did… Did General Naasade just pull us from the war?”

“I think so?” Boil sounded just as lost as Cody felt.

“When did he do that? We are made for the Jedi to help them fight, right?”

Cody himself answered as he realised something, “I helped him with that paperwork. He– he said something about having a choice to fight. The 501st emptied the Jedi Temple.”

“We did, but none of us are on those ships. What is happening over there?”

“General Naasade just announced that the Jedi are pulled out of the War effort. He’s… he’s pulling the Gar.”

“But then what happens to the Republic.”

It was Alpha-17 who answered, “We head for Mandalore.”

—--------------

“What are we supposed to do then?!” One of the Senators demanded.

Ben shrugged, “Negotiate? You could raise an army of those that live within the Republic, let them fight their own war.”

“What if the Order had no choice but to fight?” Palpatine gritted.

“The Jedi Order has chosen to leave the Republic, the GAR has chosen to leave. That is what I have come to inform you of. You have broken the Ruusan Reformation, you should have seen this coming.”

Ben tilted his head, never breaking eye contact with the Chancellor as he watched the realisation set in.

It felt glorious. Ben had worked for this, he had bled for this. His work was done now that the Order was outside of the Republics reach, the once bustling Temple now empty and silent, with the Vod’e enroute to Mandalore.

The Chancellor yelled, “SEIZE HIM!”

Ben didn’t even struggle when guards got on his pod and dragged him off.

“You have lost, Sidious.” Ben muttered, though his words went unheard. “You have lost.”

—------------

Jaster was speechless as he watched the holo video over and over.

The end of the war, Ben had said.

His duty.

His duty shouldn’t entail a kriffing sacrifice.

Word about the ‘traitorous Jedi’ was spreading like fire, the entire galaxy knew. It was hard not to, now that all eyes were focused on the situation. Ben was blamed for making the call according to them– as if there wasn’t an entire kriffing Jetii Council to vote on issues like this. But they hadn’t done anything illegal. Ben had done

Though Jaster doubted Ben was unable to shift that vote in the direction he wanted it to go. Jaster trusted Ben blindly and he always delivered but it always took a toll on the man Jaster loved.

Why Ben? Why?

Jaster’s bu’ade would be on Mandalore soon. Some needed medical aid, they all needed housing and supplies that Jaster had prepared. Jango was nervous about the whole situation, choosing to take on bounties to hide from the situation but Jaster knew he would return after this.

Ben was Jaster’s lover– his Ven’Riduur.

The galaxy would soon learn that.

—------------

For the fourth time in a row, Ben stood in his formal army attire.

The third day of the official trial and Ben suspected it wouldn’t take long now.

It wouldn’t be long before they came to their decision. It wouldn’t take long for them to vote in favour of his execution.

Once again, the Force Suppression cuffs they had put around Ben’s wrists were linked together, forcing his hands out in front of him.

The Republic liked to dress him up like a General to force the idea of the Jedi betraying the Republic more. If only they knew it was useless, the Temple stood empty for close to a month now. The Jedi were off to an undisclosed location Ben would never reveal.

Only a few of the Shadows were left, fetching the last of the Archives and other artefacts that were too precious to leave behind.

They would be gone, joining the Jedi before the verdict would be announced.

The end was finally in sight.

What a journey it had been.

Ben regretted nothing.

Like the days before, Ben didn’t struggle against the guards as they guided him from the Alderaani apartment they had kept him in to the Senate building.

Another day of standing and listening to some politicians arguing about whether to keep him alive in prison or kill him off. Listening to the awful plans they had for the Jedi Order, from forcing them to fight for them like they had been doing to outright enslaving them.

They would never find the Jedi.

Ben had already accepted his fate. He had accepted it, so that his brother and his family could escape and be safe. He had accepted it so his family could flee. The Vod’e would be safe on Mandalore. Jaster Mereel was too good to send them away, too loyal to his own word.

Jaster Mereel. It would be a lie to say that Ben didn’t miss him.

It had been much simpler, working closely with the Mand’alor– much more enjoyable. It would be a lie to say he didn’t want Jaster. His soul rested with him. Their many conversations, their talks of history and philosophy. Mutual respect that grew into something deeper, something more.

The jolting stop of the prisoners' transport snapped Ben out of his thoughts and longing.

Time to face the fire he created once again.

Taking a breath, Ben pulled on a blank face as he was pushed out of the transport. Many reporters were lined up along the path Ben had to walk to get into the Senate building. They were shouting, taking pictures and filming. Ben hadn’t watched the news, it was no secret he was the talk of the day.

“General! General! Why did you order the army away?!”

“Naasade! Is it true that the Jedi Order are conspiring against the Clones?!”

“What can you tell us about the trial?!”

Too many questions, never the right ones.

Ben didn’t bother answering any of them as the guards got him into the building.

It didn’t take long for Bail to join Ben, slipping into the elevator just before it closed. “We need to get you out of here.”

“And go where, Bail?” Ben sighed at his friend, “The Republic would hunt me– they have to blame someone and I am their scapegoat. The Order has gone. It is up to them now, my part is done. The Vod’e can’t help us now, nor should they. Leave me to my fate, Bail. You need to take care of your people and your planet. Don’t sabotage yourself by doing something foolish, my friend.”

Ben was sent back for this. It had all been for this.

“There has to be a way.” Bail sounded helpless. “It is wrong. You do not deserve any of this.”

“It isn’t about deserving. This is warfare, this is the game. There is a price for any move one chooses to make. I am paying that price.” Ben looked away from his friend, “Thank you, for being here. You have done more than enough. You are a good man, Bail.”

“It is not fair.”

“Fairness doesn’t matter.” Ben replied, “I have gone through many challenges– many trials– I am tired. Let this one be my last.”

He had lived twice. He had endured two lifetimes filled with war and death. Perhaps the Force would let Ben rest now that he gave the Light another chance.

The elevator opened before Bail could say anything in return.

Ben stared ahead solemnly as he stepped out and walked away from his friend. The guards continued their escort as they headed to the senate pod Ben would be forced to stand on all day.

Another day on borrowed time.

“Ben, please listen–”

An explosion to the North side shook the Senate Dome.

Both Ben and Bail ducked automatically as dust and rubble flew around their ears. Screams echoed throughout the building as chaos took over.

The explosion was followed by objects being thrown into the halls, concussion grenades and smoke bombs as it seemed. All of them were thrown back, landing painfully further down the hall.

“Bail!” Ben shouted, trying to see through the dense fog that had filled the hallway.

With as much grace as a Jedi caught in the blast radius of a concussion grenade, Ben struggled to his feet and kept low to the ground. His bound hands raised to his mouth to cover it, trying to limit the smoke he breathed in.

“Bail!” He called out again.

“Ben!” Bail replied after a moment, sounding like he was somewhere off to the right. Further than Bail had expected but not nearly as far as he had feared.

It took a while to find him but when he did, Ben grabbed onto him and pulled Bail along, “Come on, we can’t stay here.” He said as they moved together.

Bail’s head was bleeding, it didn’t look like a pretty wound, he needed to get checked for a concussion once it’s safe. Ben doubted he looked too good either right now, but he wasn’t going to survive anyways. People depended on Bail, his planet needed him.

“Where are we going?!” Bail shouted over the sound of the alarms.

“Your landing platform!” Ben replied, “You need to get out of here.”

“I am not leaving without you!”

“I can’t run, Bail.” Ben shook his head, pulling Bail along as best as he could with his hands stuck together.

Somehow, they made it out of the inner circles of the senate. The whole place was in chaos and people seemed more focussed on the attacks than on the possibility that Ben would run. They too knew Ben stood no chance to get off the planet.

Ben covered his mouth to limit the smoke he breathed in. It was hard to see, which admittedly was the point, but the smoke seemed denser than moments before.

They couldn’t risk walking through the Dome blindly. Ben knew there was a guard post not too far, he and Bail could wait out whatever this attack was until the fog cleared and would allow them to see and breathe better.

For a moment, Ben pressed his back against the wall, taking some time to rest and catch his breath. “Bail?”

“Still with you.” Bail coughed.

“Wait here. I am going to see if we can hide in the Guard post.” Ben left Bail in the nook they had taken a breather in and moved towards their objective. If this was a serious attack then the guard post may be compromised, bringing a Senator there would be more than unwise.

Rounding the corner, Ben breathed sharply as he spotted Mandalorians barging into the guard post he had been heading too.

There Mandalorians here?

How did they breach the Senate Dome, better yet, why?

Taking a step back, Ben turned to head back to regroup with Bail but was unable to as he bumped into one of the armoured beings.

Their hands caught him by the collar of his ceremonial coat and held onto him tightly. Ben raised his bound hands to defend himself when he came face to buy’ce with none other than Jaster Mereel.

“Jaster?” Ben breathed, slightly horrified to see the man on Coruscant.

“Jaro Di’kut.”

It took a moment to realise this was neither a vision or a dream, Jaster was really here. “I– I why are you here?” Ben breathed.

“You are a di’kut if you think I would let you slip away that easily.” Jaster scolded, getting Ben to walk along with him. “You will find that Mando’ade are very protective of the beings they plan to court. Especially the Mand’alor. Sacrificing yourself like this, Ben, truly?”

“What are you doing here?” Ben stumbled a little but Jaster didn’t let go of him as he pulled Obi-Wan along. “Mand’alor?”

Jaster glanced at Obi-Wan, “Getting your shebs out of trouble of course, cyare.”

“I am not in–”

“Trouble? I would say this is worse than just trouble.” Jaster’s tone was amused as he lifted Ben’s bound hands as evidence, “This would be much easier if you had told me what you were planning, Naasade.”

“I didn’t think that would go well.” Ben retorted with a wince.

When they came to a halt, Jaster moved one of his hands to Ben’s jaw and turned his head to face him. He seemed to observe Obi-Wan for a while, “You look tired, Kyrta’ika.”

Ben found himself closing his eyes for a moment and leaning into the touch. “It’s been a long month.”

“So we’re back where we started,” Jaster mused, “Mij will have to re-establish your sleep schedule and you have clearly been eating poorly again.”

Before Ben could think of what to say to Jaster, the man pushed him to sit. They were in a ship now, Jaster strapping Ben in before taking a seat beside him, “All aboard! Ready to go!”

Ben was manoeuvred into the medbay not long after they entered Hyperspace despite his protests that he was fine, his hands still bound and Jaster never going too far from his side. The man stood at Ben’s six, his head on Ben’s shoulders and his nose brushing against his neck.

“Unbind him.” Jaster ordered.

His hands were taken by someone to his left, their view blocked by Jaster as hands tugged at the binders. Ben’s pulse quickened as Jaster breathed on his neck. He leaned further against Jaster, wishing to disappear and wanting to be blissfully ignorant to the consequences Jaster’s actions would have.

“They welded these around his wrists.”

“They did what?!” Jaster snarled.

The Mandalorian Ben now identified as B’ur Mij Gilamar replied, “They. welded. Damned. Cuffs. Around. his. Wrist.” He snarled, processing the horror he seemed to feel at the idea. “Get me the Goran.” He ordered someone else to the side.

Then the two were alone in the medbay, Ben found himself leaning back against Jaster. His head lulled against the others shoulder as weariness seeped in. “I am not sorry for doing this.” He blurted.

“I know.”

“Jaster, you– this will mean war.” He muttered. “You have started a war.”

“I know.” Jaster replied again, his arms moving from where they held Ben’s arms to wrap around his waist to hold him as Ben slumped against his chest. “But you are worth it. So are the lives of the Vod’e.”

“You should have left me.”

“Stubborn man.” Jaster scolded, “I understand duty. You may have one to your people but I have one to you, cyare. I have let you do yours, now let me do mine.”

—--------------

While Ben had no idea when he fell asleep, he was rudely awoken by the Force rushing back to him. Gasping, his eyes opened wide, unseeing as visions started to play. It was a painful one and by the end of it, Ben was left in a dazed state.

When Ben snapped out of it, he saw blurs moving and hands were touching him. Ben felt overwhelmed and everything hurt. His hands were moved to the side as he tried to push someone away and his wrists were aching as something cold hit them.

Everything was too much. Everything hurt.

“–Ben, come back to me.”

Slumping, Ben tilted his head back, closing his eyes to try to keep the migraine at bay. The lights in the medbay were too bright.

“Ben?”

Ben turned his head into the soft surface he was laying on. It was too loud, too much. Ben wanted peace. He just wanted to sleep.

The peace of the Force had never felt further away.

—-----------

“He’s completely out of it.” Mij shook his head. “No responses to stimulation, no reaction to his name. Something happened when we took those cuffs off.”

Jaster frowned as his eyes were glued to the small form of the man he loved. Ben looked gaunt and pale and so small on the sleeping mat. His once bright copper hair looked duller than it had a few months ago when Jaster had last seen him in person and his eyes had lost a spark of energy.

There were signs of mental torture, starvation and dehydration. No big physical injuries besides his raw and bleeding wrists from the cuffs he was forced to wear.

“Find out what those cuffs did.” Jaster ordered, “They must have caused something. He was fine before and only started seizing after the Goran managed to get them off.”

“I will.” Mij vowed. No one messed with his patients and Ben had been one of his patients since they first crossed paths on Galidraan all those years ago.

The medic left the private room of the ship, leaving Ben and Jaster in the room. Jaster fiddled with the chain that carried the crystal Ben gave him thoughtfully.

He had heard it crack before– he had felt it crack. It was more than likely that the only thing keeping it in place was the beskar casing Jaster had created to keep it around his neck. It seemed to glow less brightly now– it worried Jaster.

Ben was curled up tightly, clenching the blanket like his life depended on it. He was tense but unresponsive, he had been for hours now without good reason.

His conditions remained that way during the trip to Mandalore.

Once they were back, they got the Medic who had treated Ben during the year of war. Bones and Kix had taken a single look at Ben, turned to each other and nodded. “Force osik.”

“Meaning?” Jaster asked.

“Meaning we need a Jedi Healer.” Bones glared into space, “Jedi we have not been able to get in contact with.”

“Did the cuffs cause this?” Mij asked, holding the damned things up for the two to see.

Bones winced, “I remember those things– we ended up in a similar predicament a few months back. General Naasade seemed fine until we took them off, he just collapsed. Healer Che mentioned something about overexposure when they carted him off. We were occupied with– well other important duties so we never got to ask.”

“Mij, look through the documents the Jedi Healers shared during our shared mission to Melida/Daan, see if you can find anything we can do about this.” Jaster ordered. “Alpha, how far are you with finding where the Jetiise went off to?”

Alpha, who had been silently observing his General from the opening of the door looked at the Mand’alor. “General Naasade took care of that.” Alpha replied, “In short, we have no clue where they are.”

That seemed to be a pattern with Ben– no one ever had a clue what he was up to until his plan unfolded.

Sighting in frustration, Jaster nodded, “Keep looking.” He ordered despite knowing that deep down their only way of finding the Jetiise would be through the man that was currently staring blankly into space.

After addressing his men, Jaster moved to where Ben was laying on the cot and let his hand brush down Ben’s cheek. “Oh Ben, what have you done to yourself?” He asked no one in particular.

Then he bent down, rearranged Ben’s blanket and slipped his arms below Ben and effortlessly lifted Ben from the cot. Adjusting the man in his arms, Jaster silently noted just how light Ben was and cursed everything in the Galaxy that caused it.

Jaster clenched his jaw as he carried Ben out of the ship and into the Keldabe Palace. He ignored the worried expressions on the faces of the Verd’e and Vod’e he passed. Jaster was worried too, his cyare was hurt and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

Ben had been cleared and would not need to remain in the medical wing– until they had more information about what was wrong with him, Ben would be staying in Jaster’s apartment.

Opening the door with little trouble, Jaster was greeted by Jango.

“Buir?”

“Jan’ika.” Jaster sighed in relief. He had been strong so far but at the sight of his son’s return, Jaster broke.

Jango startled for a moment, then walked over to his buir and pulled him into a mirshmure'cya. “Is he alright?”

“Nyac.” Jaster sniffed as he shook his head, “No, he’s not.”

“I set up the karyai.”

Looking over to the sunken living area, Jaster was happy to see a soft and comfortable mat laying in it covered in pillows and blankets. “Vor’e, Jan’ika.” Jaster walked over to it and stepped down into the karyai and kneeled down on the soft surface. “I am glad you’re home.”

“You need me.” Jango shrugged, “Ben needs both of us. I saw what happened.”

“The entire galaxy has.” Jaster gently lowered Ben down into the karyai and brushed his hand through Ben’s hair. His fingers trailed down Ben’s neck, brushing past the scar and finally finding his pulse.

Jaster closed his eyes as he felt Ben’s heart thumping, still alive, still here.

“I want to help.” Jango offered, “Let me take some of your duties.”

Letting out a breath, Jaster turned to his son. “You didn’t want anything to do with those types of duties.”

“Well, now I do.” Jango looked away, never too good at showing his emotions. He had fled when Jaster brought up training Jango for the position of Mand’alor and Jaster figured he would never want to. “Let me help out, buir.”

“You have grown into a good man, Jango.” Jaster smiled up at his boy. “Thank you.”

“Aliit sticks together.” Jango replied. “He helped us all those years ago, now we help him.”

Jaster turned to look at Ben again and sat down next to him, gently lifting the man’s head and lowering it on top of his lap. “Well you better strap in because there is a lot we have to do.”

—--------------

Ben: *More positive the closer he gets to his goal and ready for everything to be over*

Obi-Wan: ( ≖_≖)

Obi-Wan: I have a bad feeling about this.

Obi-Wan: *Snitches to Jaster*

Jaster: Well, I’m sure it will be alright. Right?

Senate: So why are you moving the army without notifying us? You kind of have to.

Ben: Yes hello there, let me tell you why. I have been working on this for decades to bear with me as I proceed to ruin the Republic by taking the Vod’e and the Jedi away. You’re already too late by the way so suck it up.

Senate: 0.0

Palpatine: ( •̀_•́)

Ben: *Smiling calmly as he watched the realisation set in that the Sith’s schemes were ruined and that Sidious couldn’t even take proper revenge since the Senate would want a piece of Ben as well*

Ben: Heh. Worth it.

Ben: *Proceeds to sacrifice himself by taking the Vod’e under his protection and to allow the Jedi to escape and keeping the Senate too occupied to properly search for the Jedi at the same time*

Jaster: FOR KRIFF’S SAKE! NO. NO. I REFUSE.

Jaster: *Proceeds to breath the Republican Senate Dome with the help of the Clones’ information and takes Ben back*

Jaster: *Feral* MINE! NO HURT! MY JEDI.

Ben: Jaster? Why are you here?

Jaster: *Drags Ben along* ARe YoU kRiFfInG kIdDiNg Me?! You idiot. I kriffing love you.

Medics: *Remove Force Suppressors in the wrong way causing Ben to be overwhelmed by the Force*

Ben: *In a catatonic state*

Medics: *Barely glance at Ben* Force osik. We need Jedi Healers for this one.

Everyone: Kriff.

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Chapter 15: Alive But Not Living

Chapter Text

Chapter 15; Alive But Not Living

Obi-Wan frowned deeply.

His comm unit had been taken hours ago not long after they took off. Protocol, they had said– protocol Obi-Wan’s shebs, something was off. They had been on the ship for hours but Obi-Wan had yet to see one of the Vod’e or hear about their destination.

He and Ahsoka had been watching some of the Councillors speaking in quiet but rapid speech– they couldn’t make out what was being said but they knew it couldn’t mean much good.

Still, both the Master and the Padawan sat side by side with the other Jedi on board. Most were either napping– they were all weary, war had not allowed them to sleep much at all– others were meditating. Few were speaking, they rarely spoke nowadays– it was always about the war and the last thing anyone wanted to talk about was the war.

It was seven hours into the flight when Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open and widened. His body sprung up and tensed as he felt the bond between him and his Master disconnect– not snapped like it would upon death but disconnected– blocked.

Sucking in a breath, Obi-Wan tried to reach out to his Master but there was nothing to reach. As if the strings keeping them together led into a place Obi-Wan couldn’t see or follow.

“Knight Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan looked up in horror. “I– my Master–”

“Come with us.” Master Plo Koon helped Obi-Wan up, in doing so waking Ahsoka too.

“Master? What is–” Ahsoka’s eyes went wide as well. “–Master–?”

“You too, Ahsoka.” Plo whispered, “Come on.”

Following the older Jedi, Obi-Wan caught up with his rapid pace. “Master I can’t–”

“Shh, Knight Kenobi, not here.” Plo warned, ushering them to walk in front of him and nudging them into one of the meeting rooms on the ship– the war room.

Inside were half of the Councillors sitting around the table. They all stopped speaking as they spotted Obi-Wan and Ahsoka standing in the doorway followed by Plo. They all looked at them in pity.

Realisation set in as Obi-Wan pulled Ahsoka against him to comfort her and himself by proxy. “What happened?”

Master Windu stood from his seat, “You two should sit down for this.”

—--------

Thanks to Jango’s aid, Jaster was able to spend the majority of the day with Ben.

He remained unresponsive during the past three days but someone needed to keep an eye on Ben in case he got another seizure– apparently he was prone to those– something Manda related.

Sometimes Ben’s eyes would be open, staring off into the galaxy– unseeing. Other times Ben would look like he was having a nightmare, twitching in his slumber and digging his nails into the soft fabric of the pillows and blankets he was clutching onto.

On day six, Jaster saw a little bit of change. Ben’s eyes would twitch when Jaster made a noise or spoke to him. He moved towards Jaster if the man had gotten up to get something or to stretch his legs. Small twitches and movements that could almost be imagined if Jango hadn’t seen it happen to.

During this time, the Vod’e were working on finding the Jedi who were still awol. There was no trace– Ben had been thorough in scrubbing any mention of the Jedi’s ‘temporary relocation’.

The current theory was that the Order was unaware of the full plan either– none of the Jedi had let anything slip except some of the Councillors that made an offhand comment or had outright said their goodbyes before they left.

Unlike them, the Baar’ur’e did have a breakthrough.

“So this drug will help?” Jaster asked as Bones prepared the IV.

Mij nodded, “We found a file in the folders the Vod’e had in their systems on this phenomenon.” He replied. “Apparently cutting Jetiise off from the Manda hurts them. When we took off the cuffs, the Manda overwhelmed him and he is still trying to process that. There is no saying how long it would take for him to be alright if left unattended but the file implies that using these drugs will dampen his connection and hopefully bring him back to awareness.”

“Wouldn’t that hurt him as well?” Jaster pointed out, shifty as the other Baar’ur started to look for Ben’s arm.

“The Jedi developed it themselves.” Bones shook his head. “We had some in the medbay of the Flagship after the last time this happened to the General. I just hope it will be enough to bring him back. Healer Che was quite adamant we had to move General Ben quickly and we have already been wasting time.”

“So it can’t hurt him?”

“Not that we’re aware of.” Bones shook his head. “It causes discomfort at best, like one of your senses dulled, according to the General. He liked to complain about it whenever we had to hook him up.”

Jaster nodded, “Alright then.” He relented. “How long does it take to see results?”

“Unknown.” Mij replied, “It’s likely drugs won’t fix the issue, it would be like a bacta patch– temporary. Ben needs a Jetii’Baar’ur eventually. Whatever is wrong with him in the Manda won’t be resolved by this.”

It was for the best then. Whether it would work or not, Ben needed help, if this was the way then so be it.

Letting the Vod’e medics do their jobs, Mij turned to Jaster fully and pulled him aside. “The Goran approached me in hopes of seeing Naasade. I held them off for now but they are really insistent on speaking with you about him.”

“Something about Ben?” Jaster clarified, “Because Jango has taken over most of my duties regarding Mandalore for the time.”

“About Ben.” Mij confirmed, “They were adamant but respect your wishes and will wait for you to come to them.”

“I see.” Jaster nodded. It was likely important but not a life or death situation. Better not to let the Goran wait for too long. “How long will this check up take?”

“Not too long. Just taking vitals and blood work in case we missed anything.” Mij replied.

“Do you have time to keep watch until I return?”

“Elek, Mand’alor.” Mij nodded. “We will keep an eye on him.” He vowed.

Nodding to the Baar’ur, Jaster glanced at Ben once more before heading out of his apartment. The Goran was likely in the Forge so Jaster walked there with little delay, the sooner he got there, the sooner he would be back the better he felt about it. Jaster hated the few hours he needed to be away from Ben because who knew what would happen if he stayed away too long and–

Focus Mereel.

No use worrying when the best medics of the Mandalorian Empire are taking care of Ben. There is nothing he could do whether he is present or not. There is nothing he can change except dealing with the ones that did this to him.

The ones that hurt his cyare, his ven’riduur, his Jetii.

The Republic would think twice about their crimes against his Aliit, against his ven’riduur. They would pay for it. Jaster had seen the way they used the Jetiise, how they used the Vod’e. He had seen how the Vod’e were treated by those claiming to be ‘above them’, how they had hurt the Jetiise to the point that they dropped everything– everything they were doing in order to protect their own. Jaster had seen how the Republic sucked the souls of those that cared and misused the good they were doing.

That alone was unforgivable in his eyes.

What truly moved them to attack the Senate however, was what was said during the meetings that would decide Ben’s faith after they unlawfully captured him.

Jaster had been forced to listen to them discussing his execution, his enslavement and even his torture while Ben himself was just standing there without any emotion on his expression except for relieve.

He was relieved.

Not bargaining for his life or arguing against the unlawfulness of it all, he was just standing there as if he chose to be there. Of course he had chosen to be there because at the end of the day, it had been Ben that orchestrated the entire thing.

He had kept the details of his plan from the Vod’e, all except Alpha who had gone along with the plan figuring that the Jetiise would be there to aid. Because they weren’t told about the permanent departure of the Jetiise.

It made Jaster think that the Jetiise hadn’t been in the loop either– Obi-Wan had called him the day Ben was arrested. The boy surely hadn’t known– he hadn’t hinted at it, Obi-Wan had just been worried about his Jetii’bajir, his buir. He had felt it coming, he had noticed something off but Jaster had waved his worries away. Now that very comm unit was offline– it had been for days.

Oh Ben, why did you put yourself into that position? Why not leave with the Order– surely that would have been better than this reckless and needless sacrifice?

He was so confused when Jaster latched onto him. He had been so confused as to why Jaster would make the effort to rescue him from his predicament.

No, instead he was worried about what would become of Mandalore as a result of Jaster’s action.

An understandable fear, sure, but usually one that came after the adrenaline of the matter wore off. Not for Ben, it was his first instinct to question why Jaster would make that move, why he would risk war for one single life.

As if Ben hadn’t earned the life debt of every single one of the Vod’e. As if Ben wasn’t beloved on Mandalore. As if Jaster didn’t love him.

If only he knew just how willing everyone was to go to war again if that meant keeping Ben alive.

No matter how clever– how ridiculously smart Ben was, he never seemed to realise what kind of an impact he made on those around him. He narrowed the gap between Jetiise and Mandalorians. He treated the Vod’e with respect and broke their chains. His love for the lives of those around him was greater than his survival instincts.

Ben was amazing.

Yet he still wrote his own death certificate and almost had it signed too. It hurt to reflect on all the times Jaster had seen through the cracks in his well crafted mask. How he had seen the weary and injured man below the facade of a serene Jetii’bajir.

Alaan’haryc, Mandalorians called it.

War-tired. Battlefatigued. Ready to march on.

Jaster hadn’t been willing to believe it before but after he saw the look in Ben’s eyes back in that Senate Dome he knew it was true. Ben had a severe case of Alaan’haryc and it had almost killed him.

Before Jaster could really realise what he was doing, his hand shot out. He was standing in a hallway near the door to the courtyard. His fist clenched as it stung from hitting a solid wall. Jaster had cracked the brick wall next to him, his knuckles split and his hand probably broken.

“Mand’alor?”

Glancing at one of the younger Vod’e, Jaster smiled– it must have been more of a grimace but he tried– “Sorry if I startled you, bu’ad.” He flexed his hand, definitely broken.

“Do you need a Baar’ur, sir?” Bless the bu’ad’s heart.

“No, I will see Mij later. What’s your name, ner bu’ad.” Jaster asked.

“Kite, sir.”

“Nice to meet you, Kite.” Jaster reached out and ruffled the teens hair. “On your way now, I am sure your friends are waiting.”

“Alright, Mand’alor ba’buir.”

Jaster couldn’t stop the laugh he barked out at the title. His shoulders relaxed as he took a deep breath.

Pull yourself together, Mereel, one thing at a time.

—--------

“How could no one have known?!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, “Isn’t that the whole idea of the Council?! No member left unchecked, everyone in the loop? How could Master Ben pull such a thing off?!”

Obi-Wan was angry– he had a right to be angry and upset.

“No one was aware that he would stay behind to address the Senate.” Windu explained. “He was supposed to be on this ship.”

“Then why?” Ahsoka spoke up. She too was upset at what they had been told, what they had seen.

Windu reached out to the datapad innocently laying on the table and handed it to Obi-Wan. “Watch that. Ben will explain his thought process in his own words.” He remarked bitterly. “He will explain everything.”

—-------

Ben sat behind a desk in the office of his flagship. It was a small space but it was private and that was rare out on the Front. It was clear that he was injured and looked pale with deep bags under his eyes.

“I wasn’t planning on making this.” He admitted. “But I feel like it would be unfair not to at this point.”

His gaze was far off. If you were familiar with the layout of the office you would know he was looking out of the window to the far end of the room.

“We’ve reached the point of no return now. Alpha and Cody have filed the last of the paperwork so unless the Republic somehow manages to pull their head out of their shebs and actually read what we turn in rather than just signing it off, my task is almost over.”

No mask, no facade, no gentle smile to hide behind. Ben’s deeply seeded sadness and hurt radiated off his expression.

“Let me start at the beginning so you may understand all that has occurred thus far.” He continued. “I was once known as Obi-Wan Kenobi, I lived through a Galactic War and witnessed the demise of the Jedi Order and the rise of a Sith Empire.

“I survived the Clone Wars. I survived the Jedi Purges. I lived on with the burden of those I lost and seeing what the Galaxy became once the Light was snuffed out. Then I too perished and became one with the Force.”

A pained laugh ripped through his throat.

“Of course, the Force refrained from welcoming me in its warm embrace and it sent me back to protect the Balance that the Purge had disrupted. It sent me back to avoid it.” Ben licked his lips, his eyes glazed over. “I woke up on Tatooine– the Planet I survived on during the aftermath of the Jedi Purge. It took me some days to realise what had occurred and soon learned that I had been sent into the past.”

Ben fell silent for some time.

“Most of my tale you will be familiar with– most Temple dwellers are. I walked into the Temple and kicked against everything until it moved. I trained countless Jedi, I prepared them for War. I avoided some events that would prove to be detrimental to the Sith’s success and I raised a Padawan. Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Healers never took note of the similar structure of our genes– writing it off as Stewjonian or confused by how altered my dna had become after all I went through but I assure you that if there was a clean sample of both of our bloods you will find it to be an exact match.

“Call me selfish, call me reckless but I raised Obi-Wan the way I had hoped to be raised. I avoided a great deal of pain and trauma I was put through as a Padawan by taking him on as my own. I regret nothing.”

More silence.

“That is besides the point.” He finally shook his head, “As most of you know, I had known that War would break out long before the signs appeared. Not because of my visions, as most believed, but because I had lived through them once already. I had to do it all over. I had to do everything again– all my failures righted, all my–”

Blinking and breathing rapidly for a moment, Ben seemed to throw all of his emotions into the Force. It didn’t stop the stray tears from escaping his eyes.

“War was coming and there was nothing I could do to avoid it. It couldn’t be avoided. All I could do was prepare and that is exactly what I did. Those preparations are about to pay off. We as a Council decided to leave the Republic– a vote I heavily influenced for reasons I will explain soon. The Vod’e– the innocent men we were forced to send to their deaths would be free on Mandalore. That would be fine if it hadn’t been for one important detail.”

Ben’s eyes were far off again. He hadn’t looked into the camera at all until he spoke up again.

“There is a Sith in the Senate. Not in some low level position either– oh no– the Chancellor of the Republic himself, Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith Lord. He orchestrated the entire war. He is playing both sides. His minions are everywhere. The entire war– it means nothing. It was nothing but a tool to spread pain, suffering and darkness. Finish off whatever was left of the Order. I couldn’t let that happen. Not again.” Ben stated. “The Order is weak. Our numbers fading due to old traditions and the war didn’t help with that. I cut back the amount of losses but avoiding everyone's deaths was impossible. Despite my best efforts, one can’t fix issues that are integrated with our Order so rapidly, not even with the time I got. Believe me, I tried. We couldn’t face the Sith then, we surely couldn’t now. For that reason I made the evacuation plans. I planned for our Younglings to be safe– for everyone–”

Ben choked up.

“Force, they killed everyone. They attacked the Temple and mercilessly slaughtered everyone inside and I couldn’t let that happen again. They killed the Elders, the Masters and Knights, their Padawan and even the Younglings.”

Wrestling with himself, Ben forced his emotioned into the Force again.

“I have sent you off to a Temple that I found it in my first lifetime. Lay low– no space traffic or communications with outsiders whatsoever and be prepared to flee into the Unknown Regions at any moment. Regroup the Order. Get stronger and prepare because the Sith will hunt you down once he’s done with me.”

Ben’s eyes face the camera once more. “I will give you as much of a headstart as possible and confuse them to the best of my abilities. By the time they realise you have already left, it will be far too late to find you. Perhaps one day the Order will be strong enough to face the Empire.”

“May the Force be with you, always.”

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“He informed the Senate that they were no longer in possession of the GAR and that the Jedi Order would be leaving.” Windu informed once the holovid shut off. “The Republic arrested him on the spot for fraud of all things.”

“But we could have fought! We could have–” Obi-Wan stopped, thinking back to what Ben said. “He believed we couldn’t.”

Plo rubbed Obi-Wan’s back in comfort, “Master Naasade is a strategist, he has more experience in warfare than any other had. He believed out odds to be dire without the aid of the Vod’e. He mentioned it before. If the Vod’e weren’t by our sides, we would lose easily.”

“How is the Republic responding?”

“We don’t know.” Sifo-Dyas looked bone tired. “We had to shut off any communication an hour after they arrested him. If we were to lead anyone to Balkadan the Order would be sitting ducks. There is nothing we can do now, not without compromising the Planet’s location.”

Obi-Wan glared, “So we’re just supposed to let him be our scapegoat? Is that it?”

“We don’t like this anymore than you do, Obi-Wan.” Sifo-Dyas replied, “Do you think I liked seeing my friend arrested and cuffed? We need to think about the greater good here or Ben’s sacrifice will be for nothing.”

“But what if they hurt him?”

Ahsoka’s little voice drew the attention of everyone in the room. They had all forgotten that she was present up until then.

A tense silence washed over the room. There was no if. They would hurt him to try and find them. They would hurt him out of revenge no matter how lawfully correct Ben had been in his case.

Ben had put them in a position they couldn’t wiggle out of. There was nothing to be done but follow his orders and in doing so, leaving him behind.

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“You think you can reach out to him?” Jaster asked, unwilling to feel hopeful at the idea until it proved to work.

“The Manda works with the Force more often than against it.” The Goran mused, “I believe certain aspects are quite similar. It is possible for someone attuned to the Ka’ra and Manda.”

Jaster started to understand what the Goran was getting at. “You think I could do it?”

“You are attuned with both.”

“Not that much.” Jaster shook his head. “How could I ever reach him?”

“Jetiise bond through their Manda, no? Isn’t that his runi you wear around your neck?” The Goran pointed to the Kyber, “You felt it when he got hurt. You felt it when he needed aid. Reach out to him and pull him with you.”

“You make it sound easy, friend.” Jaster sighed. “But I will try.” He vowed.

“How is he anyway?” The Goran asked.

“The same as he was at the start of the week.”

The Goran nodded. “The Republic has been trying to send spies.”

“No Aruetiise in Mandalorian Space.” Jaster muttered.

“We caught one ship that somehow managed to get in.” The Goran titled their buy’ce. “They are getting bolder. Considering the fact that we have had no luck with finding the Jetiise so far it wouldn’t be too strange if they set their eye on Mandalore soon.”

Jaster knew that.

Of course the Republic would try to get revenge. Ben had warned them when he made the oath to bring the Vod’e to Mandalore and Jaster had accepted that reality when he agreed. They had prepared for it. The Vod’e had sworn to fight– those that were willing to at least– not to mention the Mando’ade that lived within Mandalorian Space.

If it were to come to war, Jaster was confident that their training would win from whatever the Republic would send to them. It was the numbers that were the issue. The Clans had grown over the years but not by much, even with the Vod’e added to their numbers their army was only a fraction of that what it was during the Mandalorians’ prime decades.

Ben’s rescue only gave the Republic more reason to try something against them. Not that they would really need a reason– they would attack regardless.

“We fight.” Jaster replied. “We fight until there is no one left.”

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Ben: *Forced to wear Force Suppression cuffs*

Obi-Wan: *Feeling his bond with his Master waver* Oh for Kriff’s sake! I told you something was off!

Bones & Mij: Yeah so, this drug might work but we still need a Jetii medic

Jaster: *Scared Ben gets hurt more* Is it safe?

Bones: *Shrugs* Probably.

Jaster: Probably?!

Ben: *Makes dramatic goodbye video filling the Jedi in on some blanks he left*

Ben: Yeah, so war was inevitable, the Force has a funny way of making things happen a certain way despite my best efforts so we had to deal with it. Also, I am the original Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan: Wait, did he just say he is me? Or am I him?

Council: ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ First we hear about it.

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Chapter 16: Not A Linear Road

Chapter Text

Chapter 16; Not A Linear Road

“So…”

Jaster had moved Ben to lay against him as he sat in the karyai. He had to be careful with the IV the Baar’ur’e had applied when he did. Jaster’s hand was resting on the side of Ben’s neck again, right on his pulse– a reminder that he was alive even if he was lost right now.

“I don’t know how to do this.” Jaster easily admitted, “But if you can hear me, I hope you can, I’m going to try and reach out to you, alright?”

No answer. Of course not.

Alright, here goes nothing. Taking a deep breath, Jaster closed his eyes and emptied his mind.

Now, unlike what his second in command may believe, Jaster was not an idiot. He knew that this whole idea wouldn’t be as easy as just closing his eyes and thinking about what he wanted to do. The Ka’ra didn’t work like that and Jaster had a feeling that the Force didn’t really work like that either.

But there was a chance and Jaster had decided that if there was a chance he would take it. So he sat with Ben in his arms, focussing on trying to reach out to him.

Still, Jaster was not used to this– sitting in silence, trying to meditate as if he were some Jetii that actually knew what he was doing.

The first time he tried, he couldn’t even feel Ben and that had startled him so much that he didn’t try for days.

Ben may have a pulse but it was like his soul was gone. Like it was out of reach. It scared Jaster enough that he decided to ask for an update from the search despite knowing how slim the chance was that they actually found a lead on the Jetiise.

“We found some coordinates but we think they are plants.” Alpha briefed. “I remember the General muttering about it before when he had worked himself halfway into an early grave again.”

“Did you check it out?”

“Nyac, the locations are too obvious.” Alpha shook his head, “All known Jedi Temples on known planets. They are likely meant to send their enemies on a goose trial. Any evidence we may find there is likely wrong.”

Jaster looked at Alpha closely. “You don’t want to set off whatever Ben prepared there?”

Alpha nodded, “They’re likely meant to slow down the Republic. I don’t want to waste the effort knowing we won’t find anything.” Alpha admitted.

“That wouldn’t be an issue if we get to them before they do.”

“Well, the whole reason Ben stuck around was because he would be a wanted criminal. I thought they would deal with it as the Order but I realise now that he stuck behind to give them time.” Alpha sounded tense.

The Vod felt guilty, both for missing Ben’s true plan and for having left him to deal with the wrath of the Republic on his own.

“Ben chose to stay,” Jaster looked at Alpha pointedly, “He made that choice, he took the choice from you and your Vod’e. That is on him, not on you.”

“I am aware of that, sir.” Alpha replied.

“Logic and emotions do not always share the same opinion.” Jaster replied. “It is alright to feel guilty, you have every right to, but know that it was not your doing. You didn’t put Ben in the position he was in and you didn’t know Ben would be alone.”

“I know, sir.”

It was clear that Alpha was hurting. Hell, they all were hurting. If they had known the cost of what Ben planned they likely wouldn’t have left. All of them held Ben in high regards, they held all the Jetiise in high regards but Ben was special to them. They were all hurt by what happened.

Jaster knew that Alpha had known about what consequences Ben’s plan had for the Jetii but he hadn’t anticipated that the Jetiise wouldn’t be there to help him. He hadn’t anticipated that aspect of Ben’s plan.

It would be a while before any of them trusted Ben to not pull self sacrificing kark like this again. Alpha likely wouldn’t trust Ben with such situations again.

“Keep looking.” Jaster urged. “There has to be something– an opening.”

“Elek, Mand’alor.” Alpha replied.

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“Is there any way to see the news?”

“Knight Kenobi, we have been over this.” Plo looked apologetic. “No contact, nothing that can be traced. We all agreed on it.”

Obi-Wan frowned, “He is one of us too. He is a Councillor for kriff’s sake.”

“Master Naasade made a choice.” Sifo-Dyas looked hurt– more than Obi-Wan showed but there was no doubt that they felt very similar about the situation. “We have to honour that.”

“Master Naasade had been hurting. He made a choice because he felt like it was his duty and we are just letting him do it. Why? He isn’t all knowing. He isn’t always right!” Obi-Wan argued. “Hasn’t he suffered enough? He did everything for us and we can’t even return the favour for him.”

Obi-Wan knew that he was right. He knew the Council knew it too. If they had learned anything about Ben it would be the stubbornness of the man– it only made sense that Obi-Wan was similar in that aspect. Whether that was because Ben had been his Master or the other revelation they had had weeks ago was the true question.

The Jedi had arrived on the planet Ben had picked for them. Not just the Knight-Corp but also the Agri-, the Edu- and the Medi-Corps’ had been sent there. All Jedi, both active and inactive were on the planet. Countless Force Sensitives with their own speciality, with their own history.

Ben had picked an old Temple on a planet far from the Republic and near the unknown regions. An easy escape into uncharted territory in the worst case scenario. Because that was all Ben could think about, the worst case. So he could prepare for it, so he could see it coming before it happened.

“He is a veteran. He was hurt. He shouldn’t have been in the position to make that choice.” Ben muttered. “My Master needed help, more help than was offered.”

“You underestimate the stubbornness of Naasade.” Windu spoke up. “We are all worried, Obi-Wan. We are all afraid to feel the bond between us and him snap at any moment. You may feel like you are alone in that but you forget that we too are friends with Naasade. However, we are in the position where we have to consider the bigger picture– like Ben has taught us– we need to consider what consequences will follow even if we manage to go back for Ben and at this time those consequences outweigh the odds of Ben being found and retrieved alive.”

It was not fair.

It was not kriffing fair.

‘“The Galaxy is hardly fair. You will see plenty of examples of that.” Ben closed his eyes for a moment. Nudging Obi-Wan back, Ben wiped Obi-Wan’s tears and smiled at his Padawan.’

Obi-Wan hadn’t expected the biggest example to come from his own Master.

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It took a while for Jaster to find a tether to latch onto.

In his time trying to make contact with Ben, Jaster had seen it flicker past him several times. This was the first time he managed to catch it.

Furrowing his brows in concentration, Jaster imagined taking a hold of the tether. Several things happened once he did but the thing that stood out the most was the images that flashed before Jaster’s eyes.

A desert moved like an ocean, angry and fierce. Jaster had never seen anything like it.

Then he spotted him.

Ben.

Ben was sitting in the middle of it all, seemingly drowning in the unending sand swirling around him. His eyes were closed, his expression one of pain and exhaustion.

Then just as soon as the image appeared, it was gone. Jaster’s eyes were wide open, staring down at the restless form of his lover.

Jaster prayed to the Manda and Ka’ra that the damned drug would do its job because wherever Ben was, it was hurting him.

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Everything hurts.

Limbs aching, head pounding and his connection to the Force ripped and shredded to pieces.

The first thing Ben took note of was the ruins of his shielding. The shields he so carefully created were broken down, there was nothing left. Repairing those would take ages by himself– that meant mind healing was needed. Ben was not looking forward to Che poking around his head again.

Moaning in pain, Ben buried his face into the soft surface he was laying on and squeezed his eyes shut.

Everything was too bright.

Being ripped out of a prolonged Force Paralysis was never pleasant.

Ben had felt it more than most Jedi would. He had been forced to wear Force Suppression cuffs or collars plenty of times. When they would eventually come off, the backlash of the Force always swept him off his feet.

“Ben’ika?”

Ben startled at the loud noise near his sensitive ears. Groaning at the offence, Ben tried to move his hands but they were obstructed and caught before they could move up to cover his ears.

“Manda, Ben’ika,” The voice sounded relieved but Ben couldn’t feel the emotion in the Force like he usually could.

The medics must have put him on those pesky drugs Che had developed. They always gave Ben a migraine. He didn’t care it helped him out with Force Paralysis he would rather be unconscious until he could be seen by a mindhealer then deal with that garbage.

Ben noticed the warmth around him only when it shifted and moved Ben up slightly. He again tried to protest the offence but those went ignored.

“Sir, can you hear us?”

Bones.

“Lower the lights and speak quietly like Bones is.”

Helix.

“Is he alright?”

Jaster.

Oh. Jaster was really close. Ben could hear the rumble of the man’s vocal cords as he spoke.

Ben absolutely hated the hands that moved him onto his back again and kept him there. They just made him feel itchy– Ben didn’t want to be touched, he wanted to be left alone and cry and sleep and–

The hands vanished.

Good. Yes. No hands.

“He needs rest.”

Yes. Sleep.

Sleep sounds really good.

—-----------

Ben woke up later.

How much later, he had no idea but all he knew is that he felt as tired as he did when he went to sleep.

His connection to the Force was there but it was heavily dulled. Che’s concoction was truly the bane of Ben’s existence.

When Ben opened his eyes, he was surprised by the lack of covered overhead lights– normally the Vod’e would cover them with some tarp to help Ben with his light sensitivity but these just seemed dimmed by themselves.

The Republic wouldn’t equip fancy lights in the medbay of–

Oh.

Wait.

Sitting up, Ben instantly panicked.

He was alive. He was alive and not cuffed and hooked up to an IV with Che’s concoction. No bright lights meant to keep him awake.

Memories started to return to Ben as he looked around the room he was in. A sunken sitting area, bright colours decorating the room and soft blankets and pillows. Some datapads and flimsy books on a bookcase and the odd plant that smelled like Behot– the plant that was used as a base for Shig.

Ben was not in the Republic and he was not with the Jedi.

The armour stands near a door gave Ben the last bit of information he needed to confirm that his memories were true and not just a vision.