Breaking out of the ice and cold

I liiiiiive... also winter sucks. Took all the energy right out of me, but I'm not down and out yet. Just need to make sure of a few other things for later. It's just one of those things, ya know? But I'm alive, doing okay, worn down from a lot of work, but I'm back to doing some writing along the way. So, let's get moving forward!

AN: I don't own Naruto/Star Wars: Legends

"You really... you shouldn't be here."

"I assure you, my presence will disturb very little. I simple wish to inspect, as many other have before me, I'm sure."

"I understand your desire to help, but really I must insist..."

"Insist? Upon what?"

"That... you... uh..."

Feemor watched the poor Temple Guard trying to argue with Qui-gon as he walked past them towards the scene of the massacre. He'd expected this to be difficult, or strenuous on the part of the guards, but walking alongside Qui-gon and seeing him at work was something else. Qui-gon was infuriating to those who didn't understand how he thought; it simply didn't make sense to them why he would go about it this way. In some ways hilarious, watching those who noted his approach and thought of him only as a Jedi Master, expecting any interaction with him to be a calming and intellectual experience, only to have him wrap them around his fingers to dance to tunes only he could hear while making them increasingly frustrated.

The man was a chaotic entity set loose in the halls of the Jedi Temple; and Feemor was among the few who understood how to work with him. "Sir, if you just let him perform his task, he'll be out of your way faster. He has performed such inspections before, like with the attempted bombing of the Jedi Temple some years back. His presence will allow you the freedom to move about quicker, if you give him just a few moments of his own time to take care of this inspection."

"I..." The guard faltered, a few others nearby giving reluctant nods as they understood what he was saying. Guarding a room, while important, was not a job that any envied of each other, and likely all wished to be done with it. Grumbling, he pulled out a holopad and held it out to Qui-gon. "Alright. I will be noting that you came through here though, and would request you sign this freely. It'll make it much easier to give to the Council later this way."

"I have nothing to hide." Qui-gon smiled, quickly signing his name on the holopad with a note that he was bringing Feemor along with him. No need to make things any more difficult overall for them after all the frustration they already had felt. "I appreciate your time, and will try to not take up too much more of it."

Moving around the guards and into the threshold, Qui-gon stood before the room silently, staring into it for a moment as Feemor stepped up next to him. Both stared in, a shadow of the deaths still reverberating through the Force as they took in the silence. Both of them could feel it, the residual feelings of the last moments those who'd been slain here had felt seeming almost pressed into the Force for them to see, even now.

As they fully stepped in, it was more than somewhat sad to note that even with how quickly it had been cleared out so those who'd died could be given a proper funeral, there were marks around where the fighting had taken place. The walls and even the floor were littered with more than stray marks of a lightsaber carving through where various Jedi would have sat, indicating clearly where several Jedi likely died. There was one part that was in front of them both though that stood out significantly; a part of the wall that visibly had mark after mark of destructive lightsaber cuts into it. Where Master Jmmaar had been dismembered and his body had been all but destroyed.

Feemor covered his mouth, breathing slowly. Even a seasoned Jedi would need just a moment to take all this in. Knowing what had happened did not help soothe him, nor did it comfort him knowing that even with the violence inflicted upon him, it was likely that their deaths were fast rather than torturous. Even now, the Force held less pain, and more shock and confusion.

"Do you feel that?" Qui-gon slowly knelt down, his eyes seeming to focus on the various details of the room, his presence stretching out the the Force.

"There's a lot here..." Feemor said, closing his eyes and reaching out as well. The Force here wept, if that was the right way of describing it. Loss of life always seemed to carry that feeling, and the death of Jedi always seemed to resonate louder. Crying out and calling other Jedi to them, to seeing what had happened, even if only unconsciously.

"There is, but look deeper."

Feemor frowned. Qui-gon was speaking of it like it were something he'd use to train with a padawan learner. However, if he was pointing it out, then it was because his answer wasn't a sufficient response to the question. He wasn't looking deep enough in the Force? Sighing, he reached out with the Force, trying to see what Qui-gon meant.

As his senses extended, his presence in the Force caressing against the room around him. It was filled with a darkness from the deaths of the Jedi who had been here. Their last moments of shock, outrage, confusion - all of it still lingered there, held in place through the Force for people like them to take in. All of the feelings were there, still present, and radiated across the room.

The more he delved into it, the more he began to struggle. It was filled with so many dark emotions, so many things that stood out; the Jedi had held a flash of mind numbing pain, and that left a darkness that lingered. The person who'd been in the room had a presence that was simply drowned out by everyone else's emotions. Such a thing shouldn't have been such an issue, after what they'd seen. Master Jmmaar's death had been counted as a 'vicious crime of hatred and disgust', as he'd been essentially dismembered by their assailant, leaving only scattered remains. Surely pain would have overtaken any other emotions that his assailant would have felt. And yet, something in that thought lingered, wormed its way back around, and forced him to review the emotions in the Force again critically.

A vicious hate crime...

"Where are his emotions?" Feemor frowned, reaching out further in the Force. "... they called his an action of hatred, but... where is it? I sense... nothing."

Qui-gon nodded slowly. "Indeed, where is his anger, his hatred towards any of them?"

Closing his eyes, Qui-gon began to hum, his fingers slowly flicking and twitching as he began drawing on the Force. Slowly, he began changing something in how he drew upon it, thinning it out, then expanding it throughout the room. Feemor felt it wash over himself, feeling something poking and probing about as he turned to stare at his former master in surprise. This felt like nothing he'd ever felt Qui-gon do before, and like nothing he'd ever felt another Jedi do either. It seemed to linger, to expand, and to pulse through the Force. Time seemed to linger on as he tried to make sense of it all, breathing out slowly as he shook lightly, trying to make sense of it all.

"What..." He began, slowly shifting around before exhaling and shaking his head. Asking about the technique was secondary; he could ask about it later. "What are you looking for?"

"There is something here," Qui-gon said softly, slowly moving his hands around before pausing. Moving to the side, he began messing with some of the pieces of a wall panel, taking note of wear and tear across its side. "This place has been tampered with."

"Tampered with?"

"Here," Qui-gon motioned his hand across the panel, with part of it bent just slightly out of place. Wrapping his fingers around it, he shifted and turned at it before motioning to Feemor. "Do you happen to have a tool to pry this off?"

Feemor frowned, but pulled out a spanner and handing it over quickly. Watching, Feemor glanced back, taking idle note of the guards chatting about something behind them. They seemed to have become more animated since they'd arrived, looking idly more anxious the longer they remained there. They couldn't remain there forever, and soon they'd likely be asked to leave; not a problem, if they found what they needed first.

After a bit of work with it, Qui-gon managed to get the panel loose, popping it off and setting it down. Reaching back into it, Feemor blinked and leaned around to look in. The panel blocked the controls for the air for the room. At a glance, not something to look twice at; except that Qui-gon had decided to make a point of investigating it. Maybe that would mean it was still nothing, but Feemor trusted in him, and in the Force.

Qui-gon paused, shifting a bit further and seemed to grab hold of something. Moving slowly, there was a distinct sound of something being dislodged, and a hiss of air being released. Moving slowly, Qui-gon withdrew his hand, staring at what he'd gripped and pulled out.

The item was simply an air canister, nothing to notice or bring to anyone's attention. Except that, upon inspecting it, they'd note that there was a hazardous symbol on it. Slowly, Feemor's eyes widened, understanding growing as he looked up to Qui-gon.

"You don't think..."

"If it were a known meeting..." Qui-gon slowly tapped the side of it, seeing no markings to indicate what had been in the canister before. "They could have set it up. It was one of the backup canisters, easily missed if you weren't looking for it."

"... how did you know to look for it?"

Qui-gon tapped the side of it, smiling gently. "I followed the Force."

"Of course."

"Excuse me, we've been asked to clear out the room." The guard suddenly stepped back, motioning to the two Jedi. Eyeing the canister he was holding, her frowned and motioned to it. "Something to your investigation, or...?"

"Yes, I would say that it is."

"Ah, I see." Holding out his hand, his expression dour. "I can get it to the authorities so we can get it checked out."

"I, will do so later." Qui-gon slowly put it away, humming as he noticed their expression harden. "I require taking it to the Council now, rather than later, to get it taken care of and out of the way."

"Sir, if it's evidence, then getting it to the proper authorities -"

"This is an internal investigation." Qui-gon remarked, crossing his arms at the man's insistence. "It may become something for the Republic authorities to be brought into, but the reason it hasn't already has been because the Council has recognized that there is not enough evidence to turn over the Republic authorities."

Feemor gave Qui-gon a side-eyed look at that, his schooled expression hiding his confusion. The Council had turned it over to the Republic authorities a few days ago, and the only reason Naruto was still in their custody was because of the potential danger of a Force-user being loosed where the Jedi couldn't ensure that they could keep him contained. The guards might not know that, but then that likely was what Qui-gon was going for.

"Have they now..." The guard's fingers curled, looking more anxious as his eyes flickering as he considered that. "Of course. My apologies master Jedi. Is there... anything else I can help with?"

"No, you have done quite well. I appreciate it, quite a bit, what you have done." Qui-gon bowed, smiling politely as he stepped around, Feemor following.

After they'd gotten just a bit away, Feemor leaned in. "Did he seem... anxious."

"He seems to be hiding something." Qui-gon's voice was soft, but his head was held high and not as obviously speaking to Feemor. "There is simply too much fear for people guarding, or working in the Temple. Something is wrong."

As he said that, his hand moved fluidly to his lightsaber. Feemor barely noticed it in time, his own hand more than a few seconds behind as the shifting behind them became a scattering of shouting. The snap-hiss of Qui-gon's lightsaber blurred to life just as he whipped around, the guard they'd spoken with shouting in surprise as the blaster bolt he had fired flew back at him upon striking Qui-gon's blade, slamming into his shoulder and knocking him to his back.

As he did, several other guards began drawing weapons, one of them pulling out a weapon Qui-gon had seen before. Grabbing Feemor's shoulder, he turned him around and shoved him forward. "Booma shells, we have to go."

"Booma shells? In the Temple?"

Qui-gon grimaced, unable to process fully what was happening as he reflected another volley of blaster fire back, moving to dodge a volley of booma shells that were flung their way, their purpose clear. To either harm the Jedi, or damage their lightsabers. "We cannot linger on this. If this canister is so important they'd break protocol and attack us, or drop their disguise, we must get it to the Council."

"You go..." Feemor grimaced, pushing him forward. "I'll hold them off."

Qui-gon glanced back at Feemor, slowly nodding as he exhaled. Feemor was younger, and could hold them off for longer than he could. And, he knew he could trust his former apprentice with such a thing. Moving quickly, he took just a moment longer as he reached the corner. "... may the Force be with you."

"... and you, master."

As Qui-gon raced around the corner, Feemor moved out of the way of another booma shell, his lightsaber coming up as he took a defensive stance. As he did so, the other guards had quickly switched to electrobatons; not near as useful or powerful as lightsabers, but held just enough charge to 'duel' with a Jedi, so long as they were careful. More of the equivalent of a mace than a saber, but for their purposes of trying to distract him and hold him off, it certainly could do.

But he had chosen to stand before them, to keep them from Qui-gon. If Qui-gon assumed it to be important, and the Force did as well, then he would trust them both, and would fight to defend them. Flipping into a defensive stance, he breathed out slowly as his opponents rushed him.

Maybe the Force was with him.

[=-x-=]

Sheeka strode as quickly as she could with the two young initiates behind her, making sure that they weren't hurrying at a pace that would draw attention, but were still moving briskly. The area around them was still alight with the sun through the windows nearby, but many hallways were now faintly darker in some areas, leaving only the natural light to illuminate their path. Whatever had been done to destroy the security footage must've shorted out the power in parts of the Temple - or the power in these parts had been turned off to hide the destruction of the footage - which would likely be an excuse for people to use later. None of these were things she wished to consider, but with what they had found, it was too obvious for her not to mull over their implications as she tried to keep her pace up so that they could avoid losing the evidence they were able to save.

Anakin and Tru moved with all haste two children could have, but none of the composure to hide their hurried pace. If anything, it almost appeared that she was being dragged along behind them; which, for all intents and purposes, could be considerably an advantage. After all, who would question children running through the halls with someone following them? Just a caretaker, making sure their charges weren't getting into trouble.

"Having a hard time keeping up?"

"I see you've lost some children. Do you need assistance?"

Except that every Master they passed seemed to think it was some form of joke. Jesting and smiling, then looking to the lights in confusion while they passed by in their hurry. The Masters held no worry about the situation, only aware that the lights had been dimmed around them, with many simply moving to where the light from the windows shown through to illuminate themselves. Oblivious to any potential danger.

Inwardly Sheeka cursed them. Their oblivious now was too similar to their ignorance of the situation she was working to remedy. To the discourse, confusion, and discord that had been brought about. These things, so simple to note when her mind was focused, not feeling like it was floating through a sea of possibilities and potential, suddenly made her gut clench, and twist. How much had they missed? How much had she missed? And if this was what could be overlooked in the Temple, what were they ignoring in the galaxy around them, if a simple issue within the Temple was met with indifference?

Rounding another corner, she almost bumped into the younglings yet again as they had skid a bit to a halt to move to the side. Sheeka herself had to do the same, blinking in surprise as a number of the Temple Guard marched through the hallway. The guards spoke calmly, reassuring and seemingly trying to be calming some of the very few Jedi who were expressing concern with soft smiles and nods. Their presence seemed to do as much for the Jedi they spoke to, but had caused a visible anxious look to pass across the boy's faces.

"Something wrong?" She asked, keeping her voice down as she watched them shifting and looking over those who were talking to the Jedi.

Tru glanced to Anakin, nudging him in the side and pointing to the guards, his voice just loud enough for Sheeka to overhear his whisper. "Why weren't any of them in the recording room?"

"I dunno. Lunch break?"

"Mm, maybe? But... all of them?"

Sheeka frowned, her mind processing the question as well. The room had been manned by a droid, and a droid alone. Which was not the proper procedure at all; usually there was two people there, so that when one missed something, someone else could notice it. A droid could act as the second, giving a person a chance to relax more, but they weren't supposed to leave their post before someone had come to relieve them. It left too much time for something to happen that could be overlooked, missed, or some damage to be dealt. And if the two younglings had been given enough time to get a download of information from the servers, then it was likely they had been gone for some time.

Long enough, perhaps, to sabotage the lights and recordings.

"We'll go a longer way around." She whispered, getting them to follow her now, making it their turn to race after her instead.

"The long way? There's a short way?" Tru jested, trying to hide the worry in his voice as he scratching at his arm in discomfort. It was perhaps overly obvious that something was wrong, since they had gone out of their way to try finding their own solutions, but hearing the joking, worried tone reminded her of Naruto. Trying to put a small laugh in those around him, but still very much understanding the gravity of the situation.

"There's always another way." Sheeka whispered, training and instruction from her Master bleeding with things she recalled hearing about Naruto. What was the best way to handle this? To approach from the front, and deliver it as though it were the simplest, and most straightforward thing? It was the option she wanted to follow, as it had the best possible results. However, it was getting to the Council chambers that was becoming the hard part. Slowly, she grit her teeth, and nodded to herself. "We're going to go through some of the closed off hallways."

"Um, that's not a good idea." Anakin voiced, but she shook her head.

"If they see us on security it's hardly an issue. That, and it'll be more clear than going down these paths. If we continue this way..." She clenched her hand slowly, staring down one of the side hallways. "People keep talking to us, and eventually they'll try to ask questions... and I'm just, I'm not ready to answer questions right now."

"It's not that, it's just..."

Sheeka glanced to him, noting Tru's nervousness. Slowly, she began to relax on herself, and forced herself to listen. If he had something he knew that she didn't, she couldn't just brush it off. "Just what?"

"There's a Jedi over there who was killing the droids to stop them from getting the Council room."

"It's true," Anakin pipped up, nodding vigorously. "They showed us footage of it." His eyes widened, and his head snapped back towards where they'd been, before seeming to piece something together. Whatever it was, he seemed to keep himself silent

Sheeka shifted, faint flickers of her expression barely notable for anyone else to notice. Agitation, frustration, worry. It didn't add up, and it was building her frustrations slowly higher. Holding herself from saying anything, she nodded slowly. "Maybe..." Glancing past the two back the way they'd come, she noted a few guards behind them talking to various Jedi, with a few of them pointing towards them. Processing what he'd said again, she cursed under her breath. "Follow me, now, no questions."

Both of them opened their mouths to speak their thoughts, but both cut them off just as quickly when she began moving briskly away. Her heart pounded, and she needed desperately to get away as suddenly things began making too much sense, all to quickly.

Moving down a restricted hallway was easier than it should've been. The hallway had nothing to prevent people from entering save a sign that said 'do not enter', as though it would prevent someone who was curious, or investigating through there. Then again, it was in the Temple; while the Jedi were known to sneak around and investigate things, why would anyone see a need to do the same now? When they had so many who could, why step on each others toes, and interrupt their work by flooding an area with too many people? Surely someone would've noted their actions, but they didn't have time to process it; they could bring their complaints up later, to someone who cared.

Shifting down the hallways, Sheeka's mind felt like it was processing to a point of numbness. These hallways should have been a safe place for droids, but someone was aware of their pathing and had been destroying them before they could get though. Anakin has stated that he'd seen them, meaning that it wasn't a security blind spot so much as it was a physical blind spot; an area where people wouldn't have noticed droids going missing, but someone should have.

As they rounded a corner, she noted a mechanic off to the side fiddling with something. Holding her hand out, she motioned the younglings to the far side, keeping herself between them and him. Keeping herself calm, she motioned them to move quickly past him, while trying to keep them quiet. Both of them looked like they visibly were struggling with not asking questions as they were hurried past, which caused them to be noisier than she'd have liked. Part of her questioned her own wisdom in bringing them along, but quickly dashed it as she remembered why; with how willing they'd been to talk, there was a chance they'd be found out by the ones who turned off the power, which could make them targets if the person was either vindictive enough. People who held their own interests above the lives of others would think little of two children's lives in their grand schemes.

Her mind was sharp, and her nerves on edge; which made the near last second warning almost cause her to flinch as she flicked her lightsaber alight and snapped it around. A blaster bolt slammed into the blade, ricocheting back at the mechanic, their eyes widening as they were hit flush in their chest and thrown backwards into the wall. Seeing the blaster in his hand, Sheeka cursed and began hurrying the boys forward.

"Move, move!" She hissed, the boys now all but falling over their own feet as they rushed to either keep up with, or out pace her. The danger of their situation having escalated even further.

"What was-"

"I don't know, just move!"

Moving around them, she tried to piece together what had just happened herself. She hadn't fully seen the blaster he'd pulled, but he had pulled one on her. Only the faintest whisper of warning in the Force had saved her from being shot in the back. But, in a back hallway, that had been kept free of Jedi presence, even with the knowledge of danger within the Temple, she couldn't rationalize that someone had snuck in; as though with the very intention of shooting and killing Jedi who might wander passed them.

The next corner they rounded was additionally dangerous, with only a quick shove of the Force keeping the younglings from being pelted with blaster fire as someone immediately opened fire on them. Moving into the hallway, she quickly reflected them back towards their assailant, two people taking their own blaster bolts back to their chests and dropping. A third stood behind them, quickly holstering their blaster and pulling out an electrobaton and snapping it to life.

"Finally." They spoke slowly, moving towards her. They wore a guardsman's outfit, with a helmet over their face leaving only their mouth exposed, showing a sneer as they regarded her, before rushing into her.

The look of superiority on their face set her blood boiling, making their rapid approach and assault one Sheeka was practically eager to begin. As soon as her blade and his baton clashed though, something felt off, forcing her to take a defensive stance as they began their assault. Moving between his strikes, she slipped back from one of their strikes and shifted into a Shii-cho form stance. As she did, the baton seemed to leap forward, clipping her arm and nearly causing her to drop her lightsaber. Jolting in surprise, she leaned back as the baton whipped past her face, nearly taking her out. Whipping her blade around, she flinched inwardly when they caught the blade and danced around what should've been a simple deflect, then counter, forcing her to treat them like a duelist, rather than just someone with an electrobaton.

Moving around them, she began taking her strikes to a more aggressive level. While her formal training was that of a duelist, with the saber form of Makashi, she'd learnt a long time ago that if she didn't learn to fight as aggressively as possible, opponents wouldn't care about how skilled she was so long as they could overpower even one swing.

Hearing a scuffling behind her, she shifted and let her lightsaber dance between her hands as fluidly as she should. Her opponent's eyes flickered to the side, the sneer seeming to shift to a bemused expression, only to have to refocus on her as she picked up her aggression. Something was happening behind her, just out of sight, but she couldn't let herself become distracted by it, or let him capitalize on it either. It should take only a few swings to disarm him, then keep him from being a threat any further; yet, with each collision of lightsaber blade and electrified baton, she was finding herself matched blow for blow, kept locked in combat, forced to give them her undivided attention, least they slip past another strike that could stun her, or incapacitate her.

Taking a step back, she idly noted some oddities in their strikes, the way they brought their baton around and struck out. Vaguely, she found herself moving to counter some of the strikes in ways that she'd use to counter an opponent using Shii-cho, only to be thrown off either by the power behind the strike, or by a twisting of it that was unnatural for a lightsaber. For a baton though, it was more than understandable.

"Are they Jedi trained?" Her mind seemed to take ahold of that for a brief instant, then rapidly force back her instinctive desire to treat the duel as though she were facing against another Jedi. He'd already shown that even with such training, the baton's build and heft necessitated alterations to the style. "No time, I have to end this now."

Moving forward, she let him spin the baton, seeming to flourish it playfully, as though he had nothing to worry about. Moving her blade towards his neck, they moved to intercept and block the strike. However, she had more than as few tricks up her sleeve, smirking and giving him only a brief instant to realize something was wrong, before she snapped her blade off, letting his baton swing wide with nothing to stop it in place. The opening it left was more than enough for anyone to take advantage of, and with a swift motion, she brought her lightsaber down with a snap-hiss as it swiftly cut through his arm.

The man let out a sudden sound, so loud it made her ears begin ringing, causing her to take a step back at how loud it was. It was almost the sort that shook her, forcing her cover her ears at it. Gritting her teeth, she drew on the Force, wrapping it around her to rebuff the sound, and give her a moment of clarity. When she managed to regain her composure, her eyes fell again on the man, faint sparks coming from where she'd cut off his hand.

Sparks.

The man stared up, a device in their other hand showing some kind of sonic emitter; likely what had actually stunned her. Locking eyes with their helmet, Sheeka tried to take in what her mind was trying to comprehend. The moment she did though, her thoughts stopped as a voice seemed to reach out, caressing the barrier she'd set up around herself. Slowly letting it down, she turned to fact them, breathing haggardly, staring over her shoulder towards them.

Her eyes met theirs, illuminated in blue light, as they began stepping forwards, voice a shout; desperate, frustrated, angry.

"Answer me Sheeka! What have you done?!"

"Jax..."

His stance shifted, and suddenly he moved towards her. She barely had time to thing, her blade coming up to intercept him. It was only in the last instant that she realized his motion wasn't aggressive; it was defensive. He moved to defend the guard, to interpose himself between her and them. Seeing her motion though, his motion came to a half-stop, the Force swelling as a wave of it slammed against her, throwing her back and away from him.

Skidding to a kneeling position, she stared up at him, watching him stand over the guard who had moments before been her assailant. Everything felt like it was going wrong, like she was stuck between a rock, a hard place, and forced to walk a tightrope between them. With Jax defending an enemy, the Force suddenly feeling like a storm between them, and her mind shaken from whatever sonic blast she'd been bombarded by, her mind had one last thought before she was forced to focus on defending herself.

"... where did the younglings go?"

AN: Yes, good finally, I'm back. I'm so bad when work overwhelms me and I lose my pace because of winter, but I'm back. Gotta move this train forwards so we can get to more good stuff! But first, the usual~

Q&A

ChaosOmega98: The story that no longer exist did it have a different name like nindo of the force

The only name I knew it by was "Naruto of the Force". If it had another name, I wasn't privy to it, but that doesn't sound right?

Sage Nameless: can you put the final pairing result for Naruto somewhere since the poll was changed?

Whoops! You're right, I forgot not everyone is using the discord link to be able to see it there. I'll put it on my profile later, thanks for the reminder.

Alviniju: One: As I understood, in Canon, Count Dooku, who had fallen to the dark-side as a result of Qui-gon's death, had commissioner Jango Fett to kill Komari-Vorsa. After he succeeded, he became the template for the Clones. Does this mean that either Naruto will be the Clone template... or that the Clone wars will be a more... typical civil war?

Two: Am I reading into it to much, or is the Jedi order moving toward a schism where a bunch of Jedi leave the order in a manner similar to how... very specific other religions have spit in two?

Fantastic questions~ As you also mentioned, some of the meandering was to set up the galaxy and the story canon for such things. Seeing how Komari is not in her normal position, and Qui-gon is quite alive, there will be changes to what was called the Clone Wars - what and how, will be seen in the future.

As for the schism... I mean, if that's what you're reading of it, that could very well be what's intended to be implied. Guess we'll have to see, won't we?

WeAreLegion55: Are you going to give naruto mandalorian armor since his character seems to be influenced by Reven? Also will naruto meet his mother to help tame his darkness like in the anime or are you saving that as a character development between him and his love interest like introducing a baby or something?

Possibly - after all, he's taking plenty of time to learn Mandalorian customs, and there's plenty more that could happen (obviously I'm playing coy as the author, but when it's set up with y'all being smart af readers, it's fairly easy to note where I'm going with things like that.)

As for the second question, that is one that could go either way; time will show which will be the outcome.

: At one point in the ever diverging future would Naruto ever get his hands of Revan's mask - also would you ever consider bringing Sabine wren from star wars rebels to this story?

It's definitely a possibility - Naruto would just have to find where Revan would've been/had his mask... and that... well, I'll just say one of the potential places, he is not ready for yet. But in the future? It's certainly possible. As for Sabine, she's a fantastic character, though I wouldn't bring her back now. Later though, possible.

dragzxx: will naruto learn to take in force energy lake natural chakra

hey will we see death watch or the children of the watch, if not are they thing that exist in your world.

as we got though the time line are we going to see any other characters from games or media as there young selves. like a young galen merik, kanan, cal kestis, cere junda, Trilla Suduri, or Masana Tide since she had empethatic abilities .

We'll have to see. I've got some ideas.

Death Watch has to be in the galaxy. After all, the Clone Wars showed they were still around and kicking; meaning there's a good chance that they'll show up.

There's potential there, but then that would also mean I could throw in people like Kyle Katarn, and I'm not sure if I'm ready/able to delve that deep into all of the lore that would be needed to add there... but I'm not saying it's impossible either. It would just be adding side characters, and balancing - which can be a bit of a juggling act.

Thank you all for your reviews, they are always great to read. If you haven't seen, the poll to go over the pairing options for Anakin on my Profile page. I look forward to seeing who you choose, and how I'll be able to consider and use it through the building story.

May this chapter find you well, and may the Force be with you.