Hallo, all!

I regret to inform you that writing does not appeal to Francis-kun anymore... BUT he has left me in charge of his account, so I'm gonna make sure this story has an ending at least, though I'm a bit intimidated, it'll be difficult that's for sure, especially the chapter lengths, but I'll try my hardest! Let me know if you spot anything I could improve, PLEASE let me know. Well, talking's going to get us nowhere, so let's get the chapter underway, shall we? If you want to PM me, do it at my own account (Neassa) I won't get your message otherwise. ((takes a deep breath)) Kay, let's light this candle...

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JYMANEA'S POV (Betcha didn't see that one coming, didja?)

I kept an eye on Francis as we started into the council room, the recent pass-out-on-the-floor-and-twitch thing he'd done moments ago still had me worried. I wasn't quite sure what was going on with him, but I was sure he would tell me when he was ready.

He seemed to catch my glance out of the corner of his eye and gave me a quick grin, squeezing my hand before flicking his eyes in front of him. I followed his gaze and fell in step behind him as, next to Riku as we entered the room, remembering that the council deeply frowned on displays of affection when you were a Jedi, and I assumed that's what they thought of Francis, and who could blame them? After all, based on what he'd told me after I'd woken up about an hour ago he'd had lightsabers with him when he'd passed out. I didn't remember much from the Star Wars movies I'd seen back on my world, but I knew that a lightsaber pretty much branded someone as a Jedi.

My eyes widened slightly as I saw the view from one of the large windows in the circular room, it looked out over a huge city, you couldn't see the ground anywhere! Speeders zipped around the tall buildings and it seriously made me wonder what kind of traffic system kept them from crashing into each other and plummeting hundreds of thousands of meters to the planet's surface.

It was only then that I began examining the inside of the room. I bit my tongue to keep myself from saying something really stupid. There were twelve different people in the room that I supposed I could call vaguely humanoid, even though I only saw one or two that actually were human, the guy with the tall head didn't count.

They were all sitting in different chairs, supposedly built for their particular race. The smaller ones, like Yoda (who I mentally cheered upon seeing), were sitting in roughly bowl shaped chairs, while most of the others seemed to be able to sit in regular sized chairs, though I saw a couple in larger chairs I didn't have time to examine their particular situation before we were in the center of the room and Yoda spoke:

"A long time, it took you, to reach us. Beginning to wonder, we were, if your injuries had worsened." He spoke in that raspy old tone of his as his eyes met each of ours in turn, his gaze lingering on each of us. First it was Riku; I saw anxiety flash briefly across Yoda's eyes, only to be replaced by deep thought as his eyes met Francis' own dark brown ones before flicking over to my own eyes.

I returned his gaze as levelly as I could, looking him directly in the eye. After he seemed satisfied, a bald man seated to his left spoke up, I remembered his name to be Mace Windu, though I only remembered him as 'that guy with the purple lightsaber', "A unit of clones stationed on Felucia found you after you were attacked, and horribly outnumbered, by droids." The statement was directed in our general direction, though his gaze had landed on Francis,

"The commander of said unit found these by your unconscious body." Windu continued, reaching into a fold of his robe and withdrawing two, small, cylindrical handles; one silver, the other black. His voice kind of carried a 'care to explain?' tone to it.

I saw Francis flinch out of the corner of my eye, "My lightsabers!" he blurted out. I glanced to my right and saw Riku roll his eyes as the Jedi Masters all around us exchanged glances and anxious whispers broke out.

"It is as we thought..." Windu murmured thoughtfully.

The tall-headed guy on Yoda's right whispered something to him and Yoda raised his hand for silence, everyone quieted down almost instantly and Yoda turned his gaze towards us and his eyes locked onto Francis, "No taint of the dark side have you. Yet trained by the Jedi, you were not. Required, an explanation is."

Francis glanced at Riku and I, we both shrugged helplessly. We were totally surrounded by Jedi Masters who could painfully rip the information from our minds if they so whished, what choice did we have? Even so, would they lock us away in some kind of psych ward if we told them the truth? It was a very definite possibility. 'Perhaps...' I though, making eye contact with Francis, ' ...perhaps if we only told them pieces of the truth?'

I didn't dare say it out loud, but I tried to convey what I was thinking with my eyes, a kind of 'tell the truth, but be cautious' type thing, hoping Francis got my meaning. Whether he did or not, Francis turned to the council, "Well, it's a long story... "

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There, it's a bit of a teaser I suppose, to see how I could do. Feedback is desperately needed, by the way! Don't worry, I didn't forget about Raphael and Hideo, I just haven't ever played DMC and I haven't beaten FFX yet (Sad, isn't it?), but don't worry! I plan on including their stories in the future, provided people think I didn't totally butcher the story. Please review!

And please don't shoot me.