Disclaimer: If you know ‘em, I don’t own ‘em… All Hail Jedi Master Lucas!

This is my first Star Wars fic… although I have been a massive fan since, oh, the 70’s… but there might be a few AU moments, so don’t have a cow, man!

A buddy of mine asked for this fic as a present (the second to do this) so, I hope you likey, doll!

Kye-Li is a Jedi Knight of the New Order, trained by Master Luke Skywalker. Directly after her trials, she is sent on a mission to the past… to help Obi-Wan Kenobi protect Luke as a youngling…

What a terrible planet, Kye-Li thought to herself as she walked in the blistering heat of the Tatooine desert. Master Skywalker didn’t mention how… desolate this place was. She continued walking nonetheless, she knew that her mission wouldn’t get accomplished if she allowed her old ways of thinking to consume her.

Embrace the Force, Kye-Li, she repeated to herself. Blasted Obi-Wan Kenobi is here somewhere, he must be. She forced herself to believe this as she waded in the sand, thoroughly convinced that Obi-Wan must have lived somewhere different now than he did in the future, when Master Skywalker encountered him.

Or rather, when Obi-Wan encountered her Master, she amended, the grin she squelched when Master Skywalker was briefing her coming to her face now. It was hard to imagine him a young man, knocked on his bum by sand people and rescued by an old hermit, for sure.

She wondered if she was in the correct time frame, yet again. The Force help her if she stumbled upon the time right before her Master was rescued by Obi-Wan, or after. Traveling through time was still quite unknown and unpracticed, and she felt anxiety rise in her like a wave.

She stopped moving for a moment and took deep breaths, allowing the Force to calm her. She knew that the anxiety would ruin her if she allowed it, and after several moments, she felt it subside.

The wind whipped up suddenly, and she muttered a curse. A sandstorm was brewing; she recognized the signs as her Master had warned her. She must find shelter, a cave, perhaps, and wait it out. She sighed. That’s all she needed right now.

She began walking again, moving closer to the rocks, her eyes scanning the landscape for both possible dangers and a possible shelter. Perhaps that was why she didn’t notice the man standing to the side of where she was searching, and she almost jumped when the voice called out to her.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he called, his refined voice reaching her ears. She focused on him, stilling her hand as it moved instinctively towards her lightsaber. “There’s a storm brewing.”

The man wore a hood, no doubt to protect his face from the blistering heat and sand, and when he reached up to remove it, Kye-Li sucked in a breath of sheer surprise. His stature told of determination, and even from the distance, she could see that this man was no run-of-the-mill resident of Tatooine. She was almost positive she had found who she was looking for.

“I’m looking for someone,” she replied, moving closer to where the man stood. “I was hoping perhaps you could help me.”

She stopped walking when she was close enough to see his face clearly, noticing that his hand moved towards his belt, as well. He too, checked his movement, his hand stopping at the same spot where hers rested near her own weapon, and she saw his blue eyes narrow slightly.

“A woman travels alone in a place such as this…” he started, watching her closely, “looking for someone as a storm threatens. I’m afraid that you need more help than I can give.”

“I’m looking for Ben Kenobi,” she said, ignoring his other comment. When his eyes widened, she knew that she had indeed found him. “And I’ve found him, haven’t I?”

“Perhaps,” he answered. “In the event that you have found him… what could you possibly need with a desert hermit?”

Kye-Li resisted the temptation to laugh out loud at his statement. Instead, she returned his penetrating gaze, and ignored the fact that his scrutiny was causing her stomach to burn.

“My name is Kye-Li Camar,” she said. “And I think you’re a bit more than a desert hermit… am I correct about that, Master Kenobi?”

His facial expression was now a mix of caution and bewilderment, and she thought that she should have waited to make that declaration as he gritted his teeth, his hand now resting on the handle of his lightsaber. She saw this but made no move towards her own, hoping that she hadn’t made a gross error in judgment. She wasn’t ready to face a Jedi Master, a fact that her own Master reminded her of every day.

“Who are you?” he seethed, his fingers flexing, as if they were itching to draw his weapon.

“I just told you,” she replied. “Kye-Li Camar. I come from Coruscant, and I have been sent to find you.”

“By whom?” he demanded, his voice impatient and clipped.

“By a friend,” she replied, hoping that he would relax a bit. He didn’t, not that she really expected him to. “Could we perhaps discuss this inside? There’s a storm brewing, you know.”

“I don’t invite strangers into my home,” he replied. “You had better get moving, if you’re to find shelter in time.”

“I’ll never make it,” she argued, as the wind picked up, whipping her hair around her face. She jerked it out of the way, not wanting to lose sight of her possible opponent. “And surely a Jedi Master such as yourself wouldn’t turn a helpless woman away in such a situation.”

“You don’t seem very helpless,” he answered, his hand moving away from his lightsaber. “And if you know who I am, you know that if you’re here to assassinate me, you should have brought more than just yourself.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” she promised. “After all, I’ve traveled a long way to speak with you. Killing you would not be in my best interest, not at all.”

He considered that for a long moment, and Kye-Li felt herself start to perspire even more than she had been. If he turned her away now, things would no doubt get ugly. Her mission would be failed, and she would be buried in a mound of sand in a matter of hours.

“Walk slightly ahead of me,” he replied finally, and she almost sang out of relief. “So I can keep my eyes on you.”

“As you wish,” she replied, taking him up on his offer immediately. She walked along, following his verbal directions until they reached a gap in the rocks that was quite large.

“Inside,” he instructed, gesturing with his hand.

She entered, tilting her body slightly as to not turn her back on him completely. He ushered her through the cave and into a large room, that was done up quite comfortably as living quarters. They regarded each other for a long moment before either spoke, and just as the wind began to howl outside, he cleared his throat.

“For a helpless woman,” he said, “You certainly keep your hand close to something you’re hiding there beneath your robes.”

“You were right,” she said. “I’m not helpless. But I do need to speak with you…”

“What are you hiding there?” he asked, reaching to move her robe. Kye-Li stepped back, turning her body to limit his access to her.

“I’ll show you,” she said. “But I’m not here for any reason other than to talk to you about something. Try to remember that, will you?”

He nodded, his expression still guarded. Reaching into her belt, Kye-Li extracted her lightsaber, handing it to him by presenting him the handle. It was a bold move, if he had wished it, he could have cut her in half with her own weapon. He took it from her, examined it closely and still holding it, he scoffed quietly.

“Not a smart move,” he said. “You could have been gutted with your own protection.”

“Don’t you think I’ve already thought of that?” she snapped. “I presented it to you so that you would understand that I’m not here for any nefarious purpose.”

“Or, perhaps it’s not real,” he said then, infuriating her with an arrogant grin that was not in the least good-natured. It was the most mocking smile she had ever seen.

“It’s real enough,” she shot back. “If you don’t believe me, why don’t you hand it back to me, and I’ll show you how real it is.”

His arrogant grin turned into a near scowl. “You bought it on the black market, I suppose,” he said. “Did you ever wonder who it belonged to? Which Jedi it was that was slaughtered so you can have your pretty toy?”

“It’s not a toy,” she spat. “And I know good and damn well who it belongs to, I made it myself.”

“You made it?” he echoed, his eyes laced with disbelief. “Surely you’re not trying to tell me…”

“I made it as a Padawan,” she replied. “My Master taught me how.”

“I’ve never heard of you before,” he said. “If you are indeed a Jedi, I would have at least heard of you. How did you escape the slaughter?”

“I was away,” she replied, careful of what she said. “I was very far away.”

“So there is one more left,” he answered. “If what you say is true.”

Holding out her hand, Kye-Li used the Force to will her weapon back into her hand, and as it snapped out of his and into hers, his eyes widened. Sheathing her lightsaber, she sighed.

“It is,” she answered. “And if you used your feelings, Obi-Wan, you would know that what I said was true. Do you sense any deception in me?”

“No,” he replied. “I don’t.”

“Very well,” she answered. “Are you ready to hear why I am here?”

“Yes,” he said. “Please.”

“May I sit?” she asked, gesturing towards a straight-backed chair. He nodded, sitting down in the other chair as she settled herself.

“This might be a little strange for you to hear,” she said finally, after mentally checking where she should start. “My Master sent me, after he learned of a technology that was captured by the Dark Side.”

“Go ahead,” he prodded, as she took a breath to gather herself.

“There’s a device that converts a ship into a machine that can rip the fabric of time,” she said, as he raised his eyebrow. “A plot was uncovered, one that would ruin everything… everything that people in my time enjoy.”

“Your time?” he said. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m from the future,” she replied. “A future in which the Empire has been defeated, and the Jedi Order has been re-formed. The plot is one that would thwart this, and to take the one person that can defeat the Emperor and turn him to the dark side.”

“What is this nonsense?” Obi-Wan demanded, his voice strained. “Who are you talking about?”

“The boy that you watch over,” she answered. “Young Luke Skywalker.”

“I watch over no one,” he said. “And you’re dreaming up this plot… I’m not sure why…”

“Use the Force,” she said. “Use it to read my intentions, Master Kenobi. What do you sense from me?”

He was quiet for a long while, and after a moment, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Finally, he opened them again and gave her the same look that made her stomach burn earlier. This time, she could feel the burning in her toes.

“I sense determination,” he said. “And pride, a bit of arrogance, and an undercurrent of anger. That’s always there, now isn’t it?”

“Not always,” she answered. “Only when I encounter a difficult man. But don’t dodge the question. Do you sense any deception?”

“I still don’t,” he admitted.

“Then don’t insult my intelligence,” she said. “I know that you’re watching over him. He told me himself.”

“He’s just a boy!” Obi-Wan said, his face contorting slightly. “How does he even know…”

“I haven’t seen him here,” she answered. “He’s the one who sent me. The future Luke Skywalker, not the boy.”

“He sent you?” he asked, incredulous. “Why you?”

For her own sake, she didn’t take that comment personally, and even took a few breaths to calm herself. “He sent me because of two reasons. One, my Father is the man that is plotting against his youngling self. Two, he is my Master, and he trusts me.”

“Your Master is that boy?” he asked. “He’s four years old!”

“My Master is the man he becomes,” she said. “That is, if we can keep him out of the hands of the Sith.”

“Your Father is a Sith Lord?” he asked, and Kye-Li forced herself not to scream out of frustration.

“No, no, no,” she answered. “My Father, as of now, hasn’t even turned yet. But, he will, and when he does, he’ll run errands for the Emperor… and your former apprentice.”

“Anakin?” he asked. “He’s dead, I…”

“Anakin is dead,” she replied. “But what he turned into is not. Darth Vader was rescued by the Emperor that day… that day that you thought you killed him….” Her voice tapered off as she saw the pain pass through his features.

“I thought that I had sensed him,” he said finally. “I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.”

“Indeed is hasn’t,” she said. “I’ve laid a great deal in front of you, Master Kenobi. Perhaps I should allow you to digest it, before we make our plans.”

“What plans?” he asked. “My plans are to stay here and watch after Luke.”

“What, you thought you’d bide your time if he were taken?” she asked.

“Of course not,” he argued. “That’s why I’m here, in case something happens… but no one knows that he exists. Well, very few people do.”

“In this time,” she said. “But in the future, he has made many enemies… and one of those enemies has been sent to take him.”

“His Aunt and Uncle don’t welcome me in their home,” he said finally. “It will be difficult for me to get close, but we’ll go as soon as the storm blows over.”

She nodded. “Very good,” she replied, feeling very sorry for him at the moment. What a shock her arrival must have been.