Far From Home
"Chewy! How many times have I told you, don't touch those power connectors till I can get enough credits to fix it," shouted Han Solo.
The Wookie than wailed and swatted his paw at the Captain in annoyance. The space pirate then shrugged his shoulders and picked up a spanner and said, "Yeah, yeah so maybe I'll never got enough credits, but don't come crying to me if you burn off your fur."
Han then called into the ship and yelled, "Hey kid! Why don't you get your carcass out here and help me put in this new part with that astro-droid of yours? I'm sure the old man can handle some alone time."
Luke then emerged from the inside cabin and said, "Sure, Han. I'll go get R2D2, but Ben isn't here. He said there was something weird out there on this planet."
"Well, the old man sure picked a fine time to go sightseeing," replied the Captain. "There isn't anything out there but rocks and grasslands. In fact, the only good thing about Eve-9 are the geothermal factories. I heard the grounds so hot around here the natives have never even heard of a cold shower."
Luke took a moment to gaze out into the landscape and scanned the flatlands around them. He didn't see a soul for miles and it was only luck that Han happened to have a spare part needed to make a minor repair. Their short jump from Tatooine would have ended with disaster if they hadn't set down now to secure the hyper-drive.
"How much longer, Han?"
Frustrated, the Captain replied, "Listen kid, this isn't a joy ride. I said I'll get you where you need to go, but don't rush me."
In answer, Luke sighed and then marched back inside the ship. He might as well go get R2D2. At least he wasn't grouchy.
Meanwhile, somewhere else on Eve-9 was Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had decided to avoid the unpleasant Captain and his Wookie friend to get a bit of fresh air. Though, Eve-9 didn't have much scenery since it was primarily one big hot spring, but he had to admit that anything was better than Tatooine. Plus, he had sensed a strange presence in the Force. There was something very odd about this country. There was something very allusive here he felt compelled to investigate.
Then, suddenly there was a loud boom and a cold mist descended all around him. He couldn't see and for a time he couldn't hear. There was a strange vacuum invading the atmosphere that it caused him to stumble back and shield his eyes against the wind. And afterwards the air became abruptly still and he saw a figure begin to walk towards him. Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes and tried to make out who it was, but the mist was too thick see.
"Hello? Who's there? Who are you?" shouted the old Jedi.
However, the stranger didn't reply to his call. Instead the figure came closer and Obi-Wan was growing more concerned. He did not have a good feeling about this. There was something very odd about this person's aura. He could feel the Force within them, but it did not feel like a Jedi and it didn't feel like a Sith either. He couldn't tell if this person was friend or foe, but he did know this person was very strong. In fact, this being was incredibly strong.
"Who are you?" he repeated.
Then, before he knew it, the stranger was right in front of him and he saw that it was a girl. She looked to be in her late teens, median build, short black hair and wide blue-gray eyes. He also noticed that she was dressed in a white battle-suit with a long brown Jedi robe over it and knee high boots. She didn't look very intimidating—but her presence was massive in the Force.
"Young lady, who are you?"
The young woman blinked in astonishment and gave Obi-Wan a critical stare. She then looked around her and appeared lost, but then turned back to the old Jedi and frowned.
"I'm called Lady Kiya. Kiya Kenobi. I am a Jedi Knight and a member of the Blackswan clan. Now, could you tell me, sir, where am I and who are you?"
Obi-Wan was surprised. "I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. And, did you say you are a Jedi?"
The girl tilted her head perplexed and said, "Yes, I am a Jedi. I am a Knight. I was made a Knight last month by my Master."
Kiya then tentatively reached out her hand and poked the old Knight at his chest and then gasped and then squealed. "Force! I thought I was dreaming, but you're real. You're really real! I hope you don't mind—Oh! Oh my, did you just say your name was Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I believe we share the same username. But, however did you escape the Purge, Miss Kiya? Who was your Master?"
The young woman then looked pale with fright and then spun around exasperated and then quickly rushed back to Obi-Wan and then took hold of one of his hands. Then, much to his astonishment Kiya then began stroking his hand then looked into his eyes.
Nervously, she bit her lip and said, "Obi-Wan, may I read your Force signature? I need to confirm something."
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan was stumped. "If you'd like, I see no harm in it."
The strange girl then smiled brightly and gave a hop before closing her eyes and began to channel the Force. Kiya took a deep breath and centered her mind and ever gently began to probe the old Jedi's thoughts. Obi-Wan in all his years as a Jedi had never felt anyone touch his mind with such tenderness and care. It was almost like being caressed—like someone was rubbing a balm over his skin. The feeling was even better than being under the care of a Jedi-healer.
Then, the girl withdrew and gasped. "Oh my! This can't be right. This is—this is a catastrophe! I'm not supposed to be here. This is all wrong."
Obi-Wan was confused but tried to console the girl and said, "Please, calm down Miss Kiya. I'm sure you are merely overreacting. Why don't you tell me what is the matter and I will do my best to assist you."
The girl shook her head. "No! No! You can't help me. I don't know if anyone can. This all wrong!" The young woman then unexpectedly threw her arms around Obi-Wan's neck and wept onto his shoulder. At first, Obi-Wan was paralyzed. It wasn't everyday that damsels in distress fell into his arms, but slowly he gathered the girl into an embrace and patted her back.
"There, there young lady. You mustn't cry. Especially for one who has been recently knighted. You are behaving very emotional for a Jedi."
Kiya then pulled away and rubbed the back of her hand over her eyes and said, "Yes—but I'm not just a Jedi. I'm a warrior and a warrior can cry. A warrior must know themselves in both the Darkness and the Light. For the mind, body and soul are one. For I am fire and the path to victory must be forged in my resolve. I must have faith!"
"That isn't the Jedi way."
"No, it is the way of the clan. Oh, Obi-Wan, please tell me, have you ever heard of the Society? Have you ever died before?"
These questions were very odd and the old Jedi shook his head. "No, I have never heard of a Society. And I can assure you that I have never died. If I had died I don't think I would be capable of speaking with you right now. Though, I do have some questions of my own. First, how did you get here? Who trained you? And where do you come from?"
Anxiously, Kiya twisted her robe and said, "I don't think you're going to believe me if I tell you."
"Well, I—I am not from around here. I've traveled through from a different dimension. I'm from a completely alternate reality that is set in your future. I was visiting a scientist friend and he was showing me this machine and it had something to do with bending matter. I think that's what brought me here. And as to who trained me, it was my master, Master Luke."
Obi-Wan was amazed. She was a time traveler from an alternate dimension? Such a concept was astounding. Yet, there was something that she said that was troubling. "Miss Kiya, you asked me if I died yet your username is Kenobi? What did you mean by that? What exactly is our relation?"
The lady Jedi sighed. "Oh dear, I was so hoping you wouldn't ask me that, but I guess it doesn't matter since I can't change a future of a different past, so it shouldn't matter if I tell you. I am your daughter. You are my father. My father was reborn after he died and I am his child."
"My daughter!" exclaimed the Jedi.
Kiya smiled sadly and replied, "Yes, but you are so old looking, Father. So very old, that—that it breaks my heart. I wish there were something I could do—something to help you. Oh, I could sing to you. I could sing you the song of the Living Force. I could sing you the song of the world."
The young woman then reached out her hand and simply touched the old Jedi's shoulder and began to hum. The sound of her voice slowly filled his mind and gradually pushed away all his thoughts till his mind's eye was cleansed of all weariness and worry. He felt himself become consumed by a feeling of bliss and safety. Like he was somehow cocooned from all wrongdoings and harm and he was completely without burdens and despair—that somehow all hope and possibility were now tangible and real. And suddenly all around him there was music. There was a melody that he had never heard before, yet it felt familiar to his ears. The song seemed to be coming from everywhere. Every living being and every atom in the cosmos of time and space seemed to vibrate with energy and it made him feel at once a part of the whole galaxy and yet as insignificant as a speck of dust.
And in that experience, he also discovered the young woman's soul. She had such joy inside her—such rapture that he wonder how she ever managed to contain it. Kiya was a child of the sun. She shone like a star. Obi-Wan then realized that these feelings of harmony and security were actually her feelings. They were her feelings, which were amplified by the Force. This was how she felt about him. This was how she felt in his presence. This was how she saw him. Her faith in him was as unshakable and unyielding as steel.
"…Oh, Kiya, your faith in me is missed placed. I am not your Father."
Kiya smiled and her azure-gray eyes shone happily. "It doesn't matter, Obi-Wan. He and you are kindred spirits. Our meeting must have been destiny."
"I'm not sure I believe in destiny, Miss Kiya."
"Then, I guess it was luck."
"A Jedi does not believe in luck. A Jedi believes in the Force."
"Then, it was written in the stars."
When Obi-Wan and Kiya returned to the Falcon Luke was anxiously pacing while Han and Chewy sat eating their evening meal under the much cooler night sky.
"Where the heck have you been, Ben? I was worried sick."
"I'm fine, Luke. There is no need to panic. I can assure you I am fully capable of taking care of myself."
"What were you doing out there anyway?"
Kiya then decided to make herself known and said, "Hello. How do you do?"
Luke was surprised to see the stranger girl and then turned to his mentor and said, "Ben, who is this girl? Where did she come from?"
Kiya huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I beg your pardon, but you could just ask me directly. I am Lady Kiya. I am a Jedi Knight and a warrior. And I am lost or—misplaced. I wish to go where ever Obi-Wan goes till I can find my way. And so, I promise to give payment for my passage with my serves as a swordsman. Or if you'd like I'm also a trained field medic and a pilot."
Han laughed and said, "Jeez, this isn't a luxury cruise, girlie. You might want to tag along with the old man, but this is my ship and I give the say so on who stays and who goes. And I can tell you we don't need a swordsman, medic or a pilot. Or whatever sort of fancy skills you can cook up in your pretty little head. I mean come on—a Jedi? Please."
Kiya fumed and swiftly drew her lightsaber from her belt and activated the beam while pointing it to the Captain's chest. "Make no mistake, you space dog. I am a Jedi and I am a warrior. And when I say I am getting on your ship then I am getting on your ship. Is that clear?"
Yet, before Han could say a word, Luke sprang into action and activated his own blade. The young Jedi crossed swords with the lady-warrior and the two broke out into a fight. However, Luke soon discovered he was no match for the blue-eyed beauty and he was quickly disarmed. Luke had never seen a warrior move so fast. Her movements were like a dance. Kiya then leveled her saber to Luke's chest.
"Do you yield?"
However, Luke didn't say a word and defiantly lifted his chin and glared. "Do your worst."
Though, suddenly Han stepped in and shouted, "All right already. Girlie here can stay, sure why not? The more the merrier."
Kiya then withdrew her blade and turned to Han and bowed her head. "Like you said, Captain. Your ship, your rules."
Meanwhile, Luke was very impressed. How did a girl like that ever become a Jedi? He never even knew that women could be Jedi. I guessed such a thing could happen, but it just never crossed his mind. Quickly, Luke sprang to his feet and followed the lady-warrior into the ship.
"Hey, Miss? Wait up. Can we talk for a minute?" asked Luke.
Kiya turned and faced the young Jedi and nodded her head. "All right, fine. What is it?"
"How in the world did you learn to fight like that?"
Kiya smiled and said, "My Master taught me, silly."
Luke blinked and felt dumb and replied, "Oh…well, he must have been a really great teacher. What you did back there was amazing. But, if you don't mind me asking—where have you been hiding? How did you keep your abilities a secret? Why are you following Ben?"
"I didn't have to hid my abilities. Where I come from, people are free to train all they like. In fact, my mother and father wanted me to learn. And someday I want to be a great warrior like my brother. But, I still have to learn a lot from the Clan. I must learn the ways of diplomacy, medicine, blacksmith training, dark channeling, machinery and lastly cooking."
Luke laughed and said, "Jeez, that's is a lot to learn. Is your Master going to teach you all that?"
"No, I have many Masters. I completely my trails as a Jedi Knight, but I still have plenty to learn under the Clan. I'm still taught by my mother, but she said that my training is almost over and when that day comes I will have to forge my own sword from Vara steel."
"But, why do you want to follow Ben?"
"Because, he—he reminds me of my father. And I haven't anywhere else to go. But, I gave my word, Luke. I promised I'd do all I can to help you in whatever it is you need. A Jedi's purpose in life is to serve and I will do what I can, but I don't follow the Code. I follow my heart."
"Code? What Code?"
Kiya gasped. "By the stars! You are such a ninny! The Code is the Jedi rule of living. Didn't your Master teach you anything?"
The strange girl than leaned in close and whispered into Luke's ear. "Ok, the Code goes like this:
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony
There is no death, there is the Force.
And there you go. The Code."
Luke frowned and said, "I don't know. The Code sounds pretty strict to me. All that stuff about no emotion and no passion sounds kind of impossible to do."
In reply, Kiya blinked in astonishment. "Force! You think so too?"
Luke shrugged and said, "Well—yeah. It's not like anyone can help being passionate or emotional sometimes."
"Oh, Luke! You are so evolved for a Jedi. You would make a fantastic warrior."
"Yeah, but what's this warrior business you keep talking about?"
"A warrior isn't a servant of the Light. A warrior is a servant to a cause or a master. A Clan warrior believes that a good fighter needs passion. He or she needs to be able to give one hundred percent to any mission. He cannot be distracted or tempted by evildoers. He must be focused and lead by his heart. And that's because if you don't believe in what you are doing than you won't do a good job and mess up."
"But, how do you know you're doing the right thing, Kiya?"
The lady-warrior smiled and said, "Simple. Do everything for what you love—what you believe in and you will never go wrong. You see knowing your own heart is simple, it's having the courage to follow through is the hard part and sometimes we can be fooled. Don't ever take the easy path, Luke. Not unless you're dead sure."
Suddenly, Ben appeared and said, "What nonsense are you filling my Padawan's brain with, Milady?"
"Oh, nothing, Father. We were just discussing the Code."
Obi-Wan huffed and turned to Luke, "Off to bed, young man. You still need to help assist Captain Solo in the morning."
"And you, my dear. I am not your Father. Please, do not address me as such."
Doe eyed the lady-warrior pouted and said, "But, you are so like him. Please, let me call you Father?"
"No. It is highly improper. You may call me either Obi-Wan or Ben. Even Master would be acceptable."
Kiya snorted and said, "But that awful space pirate doesn't even call you any of those things. He calls you 'the old man.' How disrespectful can you get? It is highly uncivilized and rude. And from my point of view calling you any of those things would be improper. I would never call my own Father by his first name. Just let me call you Father, please?"
"I am unworthy of such a title, Milady."
"Never. And from my world it is true. You are my blood. You are my Father. I felt you through the Force, Obi-Wan. I know you and like I said before, you and he are the same. You shall always have a daughter's love from me. It is something I can't help feeling."
"You are a strange young woman, Lady Kiya. But, do as you like."
Kiya nodded then began to walk to the sleeping quarters, but paused and touched the old Jedi's hand. "I sense such weariness from you, Father. You are very numb inside. You feel very tried. Please, try and take better care of yourself."
At her words, Obi-Wan felt deeply touched by her concern. She was such a sweet child. She was so innocent, yet so strong. Her compassion for him seemed boundless and her love for him seemed oddly misplaced. He did not deserve the affections of a child that wasn't really his. He wouldn't steal the dotting of another man's daughter. But, somehow he found himself captivated by her familiar azure-gray eyes. Her eyes were the exact same shade as his, though there was a longing in them that was alien. There was a longing for a place to call home. He realized that she needed him. She drew comfort in his presence. She was searching for the familiar.
Author's Note: I had this chapter sitting on my computer for a while. I wrote it before "Another Time" when I was first brainstorming about parallel dimension plotlines. I'm not sure if I should write anymore of this or not. I sort of lost faith in it, but it still has an interesting beginning. Though, I'm not sure where it's going. I'll leave it up to reviews if this should grow or not. Please, feedback on plot is greatly apperciated. Thank you.