After being forced to stay in Equestria for his own safety, can Jedi Master Lucas Darkmatter grow accustomed to living with ponies? Better yet, can the ponies learn to live with Him?
There is no emotion, only Peace. There is no ignorance, only knowledge. There is no passion, only serenity. There is no chaos, only harmony. There is no death, only the Force.
A human Jedi Master named Lucas Darkmatter becomes stranded on a planet full of talking ponies. The ponies are eager to make friends and form bonds with this new creature, but he refuses them at every turn.
"Attachments are forbidden."
Can Twilight, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash and an eager Lyra convince the Master that attachments aren't as bad they seem?
This is a work of total fiction, made entirely for entertainment purposes. No money is gained from the production of this prose.
Celestia stood amongst several of her closest confidants. Together they stared at the large, metal monstrosity that had disturbed the city of Canterlot in the early hours of the morning. It fell from the sky, glowing from the heat of entry into their atmosphere, and crash-landed just outside the Castle grounds. Luna was the first one on scene. For the sake of discretion, she cast several mind-altering spells in the immediate vicinity to knock out and modify the memories of anypony that may have seen anything.
Celestia wondered briefly if Luna had an inkling as to what exactly was going on, but dismissed the thought immediately. If Luna knew anything, she likely would have told her. Besides, she was very giddy to learn the secrets of the craft.
They moved the steel creation down to the Castle dungeons, where they hoped to study it and possibly discover it's origin.
Then they discovered two passengers inside the thing.
Alien passangers.
In that instant, everypony knew that they had in their possession an alien craft, as well as two aliens.
They were not alone.
As exciting and paradigm shifting as the information was, she couldn't allow this to cloud her judgement. The ship wasn't in the best shape BEFORE it crashed through their atmosphere and into the earth. The ship had battlescars. Whatever these creatures were, they were apparently in a battle.
And now, they were here, on her planet.
She had to gather the Elements.
Luna paced back and forth, too anxious to sit still. Occasionally she would look upon the two identical manila folders that contained the reports of the two alien visitors.
Apparently, they had in their care two different species, not one.
The male was bipedal, measuring in at six-foot-three-inches. He had sparse amounts of body hair, along the arms and legs, the armpits, he had a full head of thick, long black hair. It grew out and spilled down past his shoulders somewhat. He had eyebrows, eyelashes and could apparently grow a beard, which he chose to shave completely. Interestingly enough, he also had hair on his pubic area. His skin was a light pinkish-white color and his eyes were green.
The female, on the other hoof, was completely different.
Like the male, she was bipedal, and shared similar physical properties. Arms, legs, similar skeletal structure, but her outward appearance...
She only measured at five-foot-five-inches. She also had absolutely no hair except for eyebrows and eyelashes. SHe was also bright red. Her eyes were an unremarkable brown. The most intersting thing about her was the twin tentacles that emerged from the back of her head.
Luna was so engrossed in the files she didn't notice Celestia entering with a familiar group of ponies.
"Luna?" Celestia broke the silence of the room. This resulted in frightening the Princess of the Night. She jumped in the air in surprise and gave a startled yelp.
"!" Luna turned to look at the group. Celestia looked upon her sister with slight amusement, while the Elements of Harmony looked at her in confusion. Luna noticed that the Elements seemed to be exhausted, no doubt because Celestia called upon them at 4 in the morning.
"Hello Sister, and greetings to you Twilight Sparkle and friends." She greeted. They all gave halfhearted and mumbled greetings to her. She noticed their eyes to be transfixed on the cold steel table where the male rested. Apparently they were still digesting the information that Celestia had no doubt just shoved down their throats.
"What were you able to find out?" Asked Celestia. Luna opened up the two folders and spread their contents out on the desk for all to see.
"Thier biology seems to be remarkably similar to ours. They have simialr organs, they both are mammals, they share identical reproductive systems to our own... It's remarkable really!" She said excitedly.
"But that doesn't make any sense!" Cried Twilight. "How can they be so similar to us!? That would imply that we have a similar point of origin, and I know creatures like these have never been documented in Equestrian history!" She huffed.
"Don't be too sure." Said Luna. "The female is nothing like we have ever encountered, that much is true. But the male...the male perfectly matches the pre-modern descriptions of a Human male." Luna allowed the statement to sink in.
"But...that's impossible! Humans are just an old pony tale, a myth!" Cried Twilight.
"Wait just one second. Aren't humans those creatures that one Lyra Heartstrings seems to be obsessed with?" Questioned Rarity.
"Yes. Lyra seems dead set on proving that Humans do indeed exist. She points out several inconsistencies in pony History that she attributes to humans." Answered Twilight.
"Wait, wait, wait, what are humans exactly!?" Demanded Rainbow Dash.
"Well, legend has it that one day, before even the three pony tribes became modernized, humans came from the sky. They were the reason Ponykind avanced so rapidly. They taught us how to build tools, how to work metal, best methods of agriculture, and even language and bits of their own culture." Twilight explained. "Soon after teaching us, they left, never to return. Some time after that the earth ponies realized their connection to the earth, they became the main suppliers of food for ponies. The Pegasi, who were the fastest and the more liberated race became the warrior class, who mastered metalworking and weapons making. Finally, the unicorns, who supposedley absorbed most of human culture, became the lawmakers and enforcers."
"Hold on there Twi, Ah thought the three tribes were at odds with one another? Now yer saying they were friends?" Questioned Applejack.
"Well, this is just a legend. And the peace didn't last very long. Allegedly, after some centuries of peace, there was a great cataclysm that affected the whole planet. This particular event is considered to be true, because almost every other culture on the planet speaks of a similar event. Some say that the planet lost is gravitational constitution and almost flew out into deep space. This was prevented by the thousands of Unicorns casting a spell simultaneously to bond the planet and star and maintained a magically induced orbit."
"Didn't the Unicorns always have to use the spell?" Asked Pinkie Pie. Twilight shook her head vigorously.
"Ponies didn't always exist, Pinkie. We know that our planet is maintained in an artificial, magically controlled orbit, but every other planet in the solar system is not. In fact, our whole solar system itself maintains its own orbit in the galaxy." She stated. "Anyway, after the cataclysm the Unicorns started to feel they were the superior of the three pony races because of their control of the planet. This caused a strained relationship between them and the Pegasi and Earth Ponies. Afterwords, the Pegasi began to feel superiority to the Earth Ponies who were earth bound, unlike them. At this point, you know the rest of the story." Concluded Twilight.
"You are most knowledgable, Twilight Sparkle. But, I am hesitant to refer to the legends of humanity as myths. This human came to us in a vehicle that no doubt traversed the stars themselves. Perhaps his ancestors, who were space travelers themselves, came upon our ancestors and recognized their intelligence and taught them more sophisticated methods of survival?"
"I'll admit, it seems very possible." She said, looking at the naked human male on the steel table.
"Wait, I thought you said there were to passengers?" Questioned Twilight. At her words, Luna's face fell. She somberly trotted towards the far wall, which contained their own small doors and latches.
"Luna...Don't tell me..." Celestia begged. Luna said nothing and continued her way to the steel wall and approached one particular door and latch. Unlatching and opening the steel door, she used her hoof to pull out a long steel slab from the refridgeration unit. On it was a body.
Slowly, the seven ponies trotted over, and looked upon the lifeless, alien form.
"Her wounds were very grave, and there was nothing we could do." Said Luna sadly. Fluttershy looked up.
"D-did she say anything?" She meekly asked. Luna nodded her head.
"Yes, she did. She said 'Please save my Master.' She used strange magic, and begged us to save him. The only reason he lives, is because of her actions." Luna said.
"Master?" Queried Celestia. She turned and gave a slight glare at the human on the table. "Could he be a slaver?" She asked.
Slavery was an enormous taboo, especially amongst the ponies. Many stray Diamond Dog clans take ponies on as slaves.
"We do not know. He could be." Acquiesced Luna. "BUt at this point, we know nothing."
Silence reigned for several long seconds, no one knowing quite what to do next.
"Are you keeping the human sedated?" Asked Twilight. Luna nodded.
"We've healed him as best we could, and he will make a full recovery. For now, we have kept him under heavy sedation to prevent him from aggravating his wounds and not to expose him to extreme pain." Luna explained. Twilight nodded, a pensive look on her face.
"I think we should get Lyra involved." She stated. Both princesses looked at her. "She is an expert on humans. She has singledhoofedly done the most research on them and would probably know how to best deal with one. We don't really have the time to gather up tons of data and keep the human sedated when we have access to a pony who probably knows the most about him. Also...Lyra has always been slightly ostracized for her belief in humans. If anyone deserves to be here to study and get to know the human, it should be her." She said with finality.
"That is perfectly acceptable." Said Celestia.
The sound of rummaging came to their attention. Looking around, the saw Pinkie Pie with her rump in the air, headfirst into one of two plastic bins. The bins were marked with only 'Male' and 'Female'.
"Those are the belongings of the two creatures, they wore clothes and various tools."
"CLothes?" Questioned Rarity. Luna nodded her head, expecting such a reaction from the off-white unicorn.
"Yes," Using her magic, she levitated several photos over to them. They depicted the two aliens with their clothes on.
The male had on a dark gray, long sleeve tunic, that was worn over another, thinner tunic. He had two similarly colored tabards that came over the shoulders. The tunics and tabards were held in place by what looked like a utility belt with various instruments on it. For his legs, the human wore white pants that covered each leg down to just under the knee. From there down, he had on two shiny black boots. The ensemble was completed with a large, ceremonial type cloak, with an attached hood.
The female looked much different. She had on one black piece of skin-tight fabric that wrapped around her breasts, shoulders and back, which seemed to be designed to accentuate her two protruding breasts. She wore nothing on her midriff, exposing a flast stomach with semi-defined abdominal muscles. From the waist down she wore skintight black pants that were adorned with various tools, and went down into two black boots. She too had on a large midnight black cloak
"If these outfits are anything to go by, then I believe the female may have been the slave of the Human." Everypony looked to her. "While the human seems to be wearing some type of uniform---one that appears to have some religious or ritualistic design, by the way---the female seems to expose more skin. The skintight clothing may also serve as an erotic agent. She could be a sex slave."
The temperature in the room dropped significantly, as several angry eyes turned to the Human male. Luna coughed into her hoof.
"Perhaps we should address that issue after he awakens, and not before?" She tried to calm everypony down.
"Ooh! What are these!" Pinkie cried excitedly. She was playing with two decorated cylinders.
"They appear to be tools of some kind." Provided Rarity. She held up two pictures. "See, that one belongs to the human, while the other belongs to the...other creature."
Pinkie hoofed one of them off to Twilight. Examining the object, she realized it was the males cylinder. It was about ten inches long and one and a quearter inches around. It looked to be made of several segments. She noticed there were grooves carved into the steel, as well as several rubber rings. Was it meant to be gripped? What could this little piece of metal possibly---
SNAP-HISS
Everypony looked over at Pinkie. The metal rod was not too dissimilar for the one Twilight held in her telekinetic grip. It was silver in color and had several rubber grips along the center. It also had one segment that was black and seemed to have some knobs on it. What made it look different was that one end had two 'hoods' covering it on each side.
The look of the cylinder wasn't what surprised them. What surprised them was the glowing energy beam that was emitting from the hooded end of the rod.
The actual beam was about three quarters of an inch around and perfectly round with a rounded tip; it extended from the end of the cylindrical rod for three feet. It was a solid white color. Around the energy blade, however, was a bright pink glow.
Everypony stood, mesmerized by the object in Pinkies hoof. They could all hear the hum of energy, emanating from the beam.
Slowly, Pinkie gave an experimental wave. Nothing really interesting happened, however. The beam remained attached, not falling off, or really doing anything. The only real change was the Doppler Effect making the hum sound quicker.
Undeterred, Pinkie gave a faster, and more violent swing that pushed the beam through the steel autopsy table. It didn't bounce or crash into the table. There wasn't even any resistance. The blade just went right through the steel table, melting the metal.
Seeing the damage she caused, Pinkie used the tip of her hoof to press a button on the rod that drew the beam of energy back into the cylinder with a final hiss.
SSSHHHT
Slowly, Pinkie placed the metal rod back into the plastic box with the female's clothing.
Now everypony looked upon Twilight expectantly. She slowly rotated the rod searching for a button or switch. Finally finding one, she levitated the rod away from everypony, and kept it vertical. She slowly reached out and used the tip of her hoof to press the small button near the top of the rod.
SNAP-HISS
Once again, an identical white beam of energy erupted from the top of the rod, white, round, and with a rounded tip. Only this energy emanated a bright orange aura, rather than a pink one.
Twilight reached out once again and hoofed the button, drawing the energy back in with a hiss.
SSSHHHT
Jedi Master Lucas Darkmatter jolted awake. His body was sore and exhausted, and felt a sense of vertigo. Blinking his eyes rapidly, he tried to take everything in. He controlled his breathing and relaxed, closing his eyes. He felt the Force wrap itself around him in a familiar, comforting matter. Slowly, his memory returned.
The battle, General Grievous, getting injured, he and his Padawan Rahna Keto managing to escape.
The Force filled him in on the rest. They entered hyperspace and traveled directly into the dead zone of the galaxy. It brought him and his apprentice to the planet Griego, where it knew it's inhabitants would care for him.
HE drew in a shuddering breath, and release his grief into the Force. His Padawan...she was one with the Force. There was nothing to be sad about. Instead he should rejoice. His beloved Padawan learner has become one with the almighty Force.
But still...She was only sixteen, nothing but a child. Damn this war.
"Are you alright?" Questioned a feminine voice. He opened his eyes and turned, looking upon a small equine creature. It's coat was an Aquamarine color, while it's mane and tail were two colors, light teal and white. It had large golden eyes, which currently looked upon him with worry and fascination. Right on it's flank was an image of a golden lyre.
Huh.
He sensed nothing but curiosity and excitement from the young female. Using the Force, he learned her name was Lyra Heartstrings. She was a professional musician who doubled as a researcher of all things Human.
"I'm fine, Lyra." He answered. Her eyes widened.
"How did you know my name?" She asked. Lucas shrugged.
"The Force." He said simply. His curt response threw Lyra for a loop. She chose to disregard his answer.
"What is your name?"
"My name is Lucas Darkmatter, Master of the Jedi Order."
"Loo-Kiss? Thats kind of a weird name." She began jotting down information in a blank book. "And what is the Jedi Order?"
"The Jedi Order is a religious organization comprised of Warrior Monks who use our Force-given abilities to ensure justice and equality in the Galaxy."
"Ohh, so you're the good guys?" She simplified.
"Yes, basically."
"And is the Jedi Order full of Humans?"
"The Jedi Order is full of many species. The only requirement to join is that one must be Force Sensitive. But, being totally honest, there are far more Human Force Sensitives than any other species."
"And you are a human, correct?" Lucas nodded.
"Yes, I am a human. Or Homo Sapiens Sapiens, if you prefer."
Lyra stopped her questions and began writing down more in her book. Looking down at himself, Lucas realized he was nude underneath the hospital blankets.
"Lyra?"
"Hmm?"
"May I have my clothes back?"
"Oh, yeah!" She dropped to her stomach and reached under the hospital bed and pulled out a plastic box. Inside it were his clothes, neatly folded. "They were washed and repaired." She said.
Lucas slowly sat up in bed, his sore body making his movements lethargic. He tossed the blanket down towards the foot of the bed and lifted his right leg out, rotated his body, then his left leg followed. He scooted closer the the edge and felt his feet touch the floor. He slowly brought himself up and stood. He stretched and Lyra could hear his bones popping.
He leaned forward and reached into the box and rummaged around a bit before pulling out a pair of black shorts. He put them on, one leg at a time before pulling them upwards. The elastic material fit snugly and covere his thighs, buttocks and groin (much to Lyra's disappointment). Next he pulled out a pair of white pants. These didn't fit him as snugly as the underwear, in fact they seemed to be designed to be used for sportswear.
Once his pants were buttoned he pulled out a pair of gray socks which simply went up to his ankles. Then he pulled out black, shiny boots that went up to just under the knee. When he finished his lower body, he reached in and pulled out his tunics.
The first was a gray long-sleeved tunic that he put on in one swift motion. He buttoned a couple buttons on it to keep it in place before putting on the larger, sturdier tunic. It was a darker gray and it's sleeves widened as they went down the arm. After donning the larger tunic, he draped the two gray tabards over each shoulder. Grabbing his obi, he carefully wrapped it around his tunic and tabards to keep them in place. Finally he grabbed his utility beltand clipped it on, over his obi.
He noticed that his tools were missing, including his lightsaber, but he said nothing. He would be getting it back, he had forseen it.
Looking himself over, making sure there were no wrinkles or imperfections on his clothes, he finally grabbed the large, midnight black, hooded cloak and draped it over himself. Sliding his arms into the sleeves and adjusting it onto his shoulders, he completed his outfit.
"You know Lyra, it isn't very lady-like to have such innappropriate thoughts about a male when he right in the room with you." He said with a hint of humor in his voice.
Lyra blushed and looked at him in surprise.
"You can actually read my mind?" She asked in a shaky voice. Lucas nodded.
"I can." He confirmed. Then he grinned at her. "But I didn't really have to."
"Was I that obvious?" She mumbled.
"Yes. Yes you were."
Lyra said nothing, her face red.
"Whoever tailored these clothes did a wonderful job. It's as though they were never damaged." He complimented.
Finally seeing a perfect segue out of her embarrassment, Lyra quickly agreed.
"Yup! Rarity is one of the best tailors around, and one of Equestria's fastest rising fashionistas." Complimented Lyra.
Through the Force, Lucas felt a surge of pride.
"Thank you, Rarity." He spoke out loud.
"You know she's not in the room, right?" Asked Lyra.
"I know. But she, along with the rest of your group, is watching us right now." Lyra watched the human carefully. In all of her studies, she had never heard of humans possessing magical abilities. But this one seemed to be full of surprises.
Lyra led Lucas into a large dining hall. In the center was a large dining table that was currently occupied by several more ponies.
The Force continued to speak to him. Telling him about the creatures who saved him.
He stepped forward to the large white Alicorn who was closest to him.
"Your highness. It is my honor to be in the presence of Her Royal Highness Celestia." He turned and faced the dark blue Alicorn on the oppsite end of the table. "And Her Royal Highness Luna."
The ponies watched the human carefully. They didn't know how he would react to their leaders. They new he was a warrior---he admitted it himself. But they did not expect the amount of respect he offered.
"It is our honor as well. Please, have a seat." Smiled Celestia. She gestured to a space between two ponies, Lyra and a butter yellow pegasus. 'Fluttershy' He learned.
He gave her a gentle smile and sat in the chair next to her.
Before him was a plate covered by a reflective metal dome.
He noticed that everyone was looking at him expectantly, watching his every move. He slowly reached up and lifted the metal dome revealing...a sandwich?
It was a basic sandwich. He saw lettuce, tomato, cheese, a grilled slice of ham on two toasted slices of white bread. Also on the plate was a butter knife and two small cups of ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise.
He looked around and noticed everyone was watching him closely. He noticed they were all eating---or were, at least---as well. With a mental shrug he reached down to his plate.
He lifted the top slice of bread and turned it upside down in his hand. With his free hand, he reached down and lifted the butter knife. He slowly scooped a small amount of the mustard and began to spread it on the bread slice. Whe he finished he placed the slice back down on the sandwich, mustard side down, and used both hands to lift it. Looking around, he saw they had yet to take their eyes off of him. He gave them a grin before finally taking a bite of his food.
Everyone around him seemed to let out a breath.
He noticed the tension in the air, like everyone wanted to ask him something. He saw them all take, what they believed to be, discreet glances at eachother.
Before he could address this, however, the cyan pegasus with a multicolored mane and tail addressed him.
"Are you a slaver?" She demanded.
The others seemed horrified at their companion's rashness.
She was a bold one. Her thoughts projected loudly and in an instant he knew all about her. Setting his sandwich down on his plate, he gave them a charming smile.
"No, Rainbow Dash. I am not a slaver." He said.
"We find that a little hard to believe." Stated Celestia, looking at him. "The other creature we discovered with you addressed you as 'Master.' Not only that, but we suspect her tightfitting clothes were meant to inspire lust in any observer, like what a sex slave would be forced to wear for her master's amusement." She accused.
"The 'creature's' name is Rahna Keto." He stated. "And there is a logical explanation."
"We're all ears." Said an off-white unicorn who sat across from him. He felt her anger. He suspected she had been enslaved for a time.
"You all heard me when I explained to Lyra about the Jedi Order, correct?" The ponies nodded their heads. "In the Jedi order, your superiors, or anyone who has attained the rank of Master, is always referred to as 'Master.' Children are brought to the order from infancy, no one over the age of five is accepted into the Order. At this point they are referred to as 'younglings' or 'Jedi Initiates.'" He paused, looking around to make sure everyone was following along. "Usually in their late childhood, early teens a Jedi Knight or Jedi Master will choose a child who he or she belives to be ready to begin an apprenticeship. After becoming a Jedi Apprentice, or 'Padawan Learner' the child is instructed in a more intimate fashion by their master. After years of training, when the Master feels their Padawan is ready, the Padawan is given several Trials by the Jedi Council. If they pass these trials, they are granted the rank of Jedi Knight."
He took a deep breath. Once again he released his grief into the Force.
"Rahna was my Padawan." He said. He felt the Force surround him, and comfort him. "I took her on when she was ten years old. She was intelligent, talented eager to learn." He couldn't hold back the tremble of his lower lip. "She was like my daughter." He said.
He shut his eyes and focused on the pain. With deep breaths, he slowly allowed it to leave his mind. After a few moments, he brought his attention back to the waking world.
The first thing he noticed was pink obscuring his sight. Then he felt a weight on his chest. The pink pony, Pinkie Pie he sensed, had wrapped him in her forelegs in a comforting hug.
"It's okay. We believe you." She comforted. Looking around, he was everyone agreeing with her words. He gently patted the excitable pony on the back, and she slowly released him.
The silence was deafening, as no one quite knew what to say.
"Why did she dress in such a provacative way? Especially if she represented an entire religious order?" Questioned Rarity. It was a valid question, one that she was dying to know the answer to.
"The Jedi don't really have a dress code." He said. "Generally they wear something like my outfit: Pants, boots, tunics, tabards, obi and cloak." He listed. "Different Jedi will wear different colors or different styles, but it's usually something like this." He gestured towards himself. "But what also hapens is that a Jedi will get in touch with their roots and wear something that reflects their heritage. I did say that Jedi are brought into the order in infancy."
"Rahna was a Twi'Lek. Unfortuantely her species are one of the most sought after for sex enslavement. Her entire home culture was warped by the presence of the slave trade." He said. "As such, all clothing that originates from her home planet, Ryloth, tends to be very revealing and erotic. Rahna chose to embrace her heritage and dress in common Ryloth fashion."
The ponies didn't really respond to that. The galaxy suddenly seemed so large, and themselves so insignificant.
"So, what planet are you from, partner?" Questioned Applejack. The ponies looked up, eager to hear an answer.
"I'm from planet Voluptas." He said. "One of the greates vacation planets in the galaxy." He said with a grin.
"And why is that?" Asked Luna.
"It was settled by humans thousands of years ago, and it has some of the most beautiful beaches in the galaxy." He said. "But that isn't what draws the tourists. No one is quite sure why, but the culture that developed on the planet is very free spirited and focuses only on the pleasures of life. It's pretty much a planet full of hedonists. Theres nothing but music, games, alcohol, food and sex. It boasts the most beautiful and handsome humans in the galaxy, and they'll have sex with you at the drop of a hat."
The ponies seemed stunned at his description of his homeworld. The looks varied from incredulous to disgust.
Lucas finished off his sandwich while the ponies seemed to gather their thoughts. He enjoyed their shock, but right now was a time to be serious.
Standing up, he addressed princess Celestia.
"Take me to Rahna's body."
The two princesses and the Elements of Harmony all stood and watched Lucas. Using his strange magic---which he insisted was called The Force---to build a large funeral pyre made of wood. On it, he laid the body of Padawan Rahna Keto, fully dressed in her usual outfit and Jedi Cloak. He himself had brought his hood up over his head, which cast a shadow over his face.
In his hand, he held a burning torch. Slowly, he stepped forward placed it on the wood, which engulfed the rest of pyre in flames.
They watched the body of the young warrior burn.
Lucas watched the fire engulf his Padawan. He felt hundred of emotions and thoughts buzz around in his head before he silenced them, and opened himself to the Force.
When he did, he was bombarded with feelings and information.
"Rise, Darth Vader."
"Execute Order Sixty-Six"
"Master Skywalker, there are too many of them! What do we do?"
A sapphire lightsaber ran throught the bodies of dozens of younglings.
"You were the Chosen One!"
"I hate you!"
The Jedi Order was no more.
Lucas sank to his knees in horror. The shroud of the Dark Side had fallen, and it had destroyed the Jedi.
It couldn't be true. It just couldn't.
He could not hear the voices of the ponies as they asked him what was wrong. Their pleas could not make it through to him.
With his hands on the ground, he leaned forward and vomited.
Slowly, he could feel the darkness creeping up on him.
There was a sense of deja vu as the ponies surrounded the human's bedside. They watched him sleep calmly, a significant change from the violent fits he was having before.
Gently using her hoof, Lyra gently brushed a long lock of hair off his face. He was a complete enigma to her. He was somehow more than what she expected.
Her actions did not go unnoticed by everypony else in the room. They knew that this had to be a significant event in Lyra's life. Fore years, Lyra talked about humans only to be laughed at. Not that one fell into their laps, so to speak, she must have felt vindicated. Nopony believed her, but she never gave up.
And her faith was rewarded.
"Lyra." Called Twilight. She had to know what was going throught the aquamarine colored pony's head.
"Hmm?"
"How...how does it feel?" She asked. "To be vindicated?"
"Not like you'd think." She answered without looking away from Lucas. "I'm happy, sure." She agreed. "But seeing him, looking at a living breathing human before my very eyes everything suddenly became...real."
"I knew that he wouldn't be able to help me. All this time, I wasn't just out to find humans, but I wanted to know why they came to this planet. Why did they choose to teach ponies? Why did they leave?" She took a deep breath. "You heard what he said about human colonies and planets. There's a very good chance that he won't know why those ancient humans came here. He won't know why they educated ponies, or why the left in the first place. So yes, I'm happy to have been right about humans. But the bigger question, not if humans exist, but the why's of why they came here will likely never be answered."
Quiet reigned in the hospital room. Everypony continued to watch the human.
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" Asked Lyra. The other ponies gave her a look of incredulity. "You read the legends and study the ancient artwork, you start to develop a picture in your head about what the humans will look like." She explained. "But looking at him now...It's like a beautiful piece of artwork coming to life." She sighed dramatically.
Luna raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"And this perception you have of Lucas, it is not due to the fact his penis was waving in your face not 2 hours ago?" She said. Her voice was level, but the look in her eyes was full of nothing but mischief.
Lyra's face lit up like a bulb in embarrassment. So did Twilight and Fluttershy's. Pinkie, Rainbow and Applejack were laughing their tails off. Rarity tried to look aloof, but the corners of her mouth kept twitching in barely contained laughter. Celestia kept trying to glare at her sister with dissapproval, but even she could not keep a grin from splitting her face.
"What did I miss, exactly?" Came a familiar, confused voice. Everypony looked at the bed, where Lucas was sitting up looking at them all.
For the second time that day, Lucas's sight was filled with pink.
"Pinkie!" Lucas interrupted. She stopped talking immediately, and Lucas gave her a thankful smile. "I'm fine." He looked at everypony in the room. "Really, I am."
"What happened to you?" Asked Lyra.
"I received a vision. The Force showed me what was happening in the galaxy." He said somberly.
"And what exactly is happening?" Demanded Princess Celestia.
"We failed, that's what happened." He said firmly. "The Sith have won. The shroud of Dark Side has fallen across the galaxy. And the Jedi...the Jedi have been destroyed."
"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there. You've used weird magic, you talk about this 'Jedi Order' and you keep mentioning this 'Force.' Why don't you pony up, and tell us exactly what is going on!?" Demanded Rainbow Dash. Everypony shushed her and chastised her rudeness, but Lucas stopped them.
"It's okay, everyone. Rainbow Dash is right. I'll tell you everything." He sighed. "It all starts with the Force."
"The Force is an energy field that surrounds and penetrates us. It binds the universe together. No one knows if the Force created the universe, or if the existence of the universe brought about the Force. We do know that it is omnipresent and omniscient. In all organic life, tiny micro-organisms call Midi-Chlorians live in symbiosis. We do not know if Midi-Chlorians are a specific creation by the Force for life to exist, or if the are simply creatures who are intrinsically connected to it. Without them, however, life as we know it could not exist. Some living creatures will have a significantly higher amount of Midi-Chlorians per cell than others. Those with high amount are known as Force sensitive."
"Being Force sensitive means that we can communicate with the Force. We can feel it around us. We are also endowed with three specific abilities: Physcokinesis, Telepathy and Clairvoyance."
He brought out his hand, palm up, and the ponies watched an apple float from the fruit basket near the door towards him. It landed in his palm.
"Is that how you knew who I was withou me introducing myself?" Asked Lyra.
"Yes." Lucas nodded. "You were so excited to meet me that you projected your thought very loudly." He reached over and placed his large hand on the side of her face. "I'm sorry you were treated so horribly for your beliefs." He sympathised.
She leaned into his touch appreciatively, before suddenly stopping. He continued where he left off.
"After a while, groups of Force users banded together to share their beliefs. After a time they eventually became the modern day Jedi. But, no group is ever perfect, and after a time there were mavericks and dissidents."
"The Force is very reactive to a beings sense of mind. The Jedi believe that to truly master themselves and the Force, it can only be achieved through meditation and enlightenment. A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never to attack. But there were others who tapped into a more volatile side of the Force. The Dark side. To become proficient in the Dark Side, one must turn inward and rely on negative emotions like fear, anger and hatred."
"The early Jedi knew of the corruptive properties of the Dark Side of the Force, and did their best to contain the belief that the Dark Side was more powerful. Eventually the Jedi made a declaration to the followers of the Dark Side. They were banished from the Order for their heretic beliefs. This group of rogue Jedi vowed vengeance on the Jedi Order and dissappeared. It was later discovered that they escaped to a planet called Korriban that was dominated by the Dark Side. The local species, known as Sith worshipped the banished Jedi due to their abilities, and taught them the philosophies of the Dark Side. Eventuall, these banished Jedi became known as Sith Lords."
"There have been many wars with these Sith, and one in particular wiped them out, or so we believed." He said. "There was a survivor known as Darth Bane. It was said that his understanding of physics and the Force enabled him to move stars and planets like toys. It is even said that this small piece of the galaxy, the Dead Zone, was where his final battle took place, where he destroyed several star systems by warping gravity."
"Wait a second!?" Interrupted Twilight. "Can you tell me exactly when this Darth Bane died?" Confused by her outburst, he obliged.
"I couldn't tell you exactly, but some 3000 years ago." He looked at the ponies with confusion. "Is that significant?"
"Possibly." Twilight answered curtly, she was busy taking notes in her notepad.
"About 3000 years ago, a cataclysm happened that destabilized the gravity of our solar system. In order to save our planet, thousands of Unicorns simultneously cast a spell to artificially stabilize the planet in a pony-generated orbit." Responded Celestia. "Now that duty falls upon me, but it requires constant vigilance on my part. Otherwise, our planet may go flying off into unknown space."
Lucas nodded. The Force was strong on this planet, and he could tell these ponies were strong---not in the Force, exactly, but in something else.
"Anyway, Darth Bane institued something called 'The Rule of Two.' Instead of rebuilding The Order of the Sith Lords, he decided that he would take on one apprentice, to whom he would teach everything. When the student becomes the master, they would in turn take on one apprentice and continue the cycle."
He paused to gather his thoughts.
"Finally we enter the modern era. For one thousand years, the Jedi believed the Sith to have been vanquished, but we were proven wrong thirteen years ago." He said. "A Zabrak Sith Lord appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and managed to kill one Jedi Master, before he himself was killed by the Master's apprentice. We didn't know it then, but it all started with that Sith Lords death."
"Soon after his death, several star systems began demanding freedom from the Galactic Republic. They wanted to exist as a Confederation of Independent Systems. The Republic, of course, tried to keep these systems from seceding from the union. After several meetings and political talks the Seperatists resorted to terrorist attacks in order to push their agenda. Finally everything culminated in the Battle of Geonosis. It was revealed there that former Jedi Master Yan Dooku, leader of the seperatists, was in fact a second Sith Lord named Darth Tyrannus. The battle marked the beginning of the Clone Wars."
"We lost the war." He said simply.
"How do you know?" Asked Fluttershy.
"I saw it." He stated coldly. "I saw the Clone Army of the Republic execute Jedi. I felt their deaths in the Force. I saw a good friend seduced by the Dark Side. I watched him murder younglings!" He cried.
"We were fools! The Sith Master we were looking for was under our noses the whole time! He was the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic!" He yelled. "And now...now he is the Grand Emperor of the Empire."
Everything he worked for, everything he believed in was torn asunder, like it was nothing. Why. Why?WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? He did the only thing he could do, he released his anger and frustrations. Both into the Force, and physically. He screamed.
The ponies stood terrified. His scream was one full of pain and anguish, just a method of releasing those frustrations. But while he was screaming...glass shattered. Furniture snapped. Even the metal frame of the bed began warping out of shape. Lights flickered and the floor began to quake, terrifying the ponies even more.
But then, everything stopped. The lights stopped flickering, broken debris fell to the floor instead of flying around the room.
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A large, cloaked and hooded figure sat in a tavern in the middle of Minotaur territory. He was a traveler who was well known in these parts. He only called himself Darth Tauros.
No one quite knew where he came from. He just showed up one day, out of no where. Everywhere he went, there was always a path of destruction.
He was an average Minotaur, standing at six-feet-ten-inches and had a midnight black coat. The only thing that really jumped out about him was his eyes. They were a sick, yellow color that seemed to only radiate hatred and suffering.
Darth Tauros could only stare in disdain at the creatures before him. Such pathetic, insignificant insects. But he had to suffer them. For the past five years, all he had done was train, and search for a way off this Force forsaken rock. But he had no luck. Primitive beasts.
He used to be like them. Common, pathetic, insignificant. But all that changed five years ago.
He was a quiet child, always keeping to himself, not really bothering anyone. His introverted nature made it easy for the bigger minotaurs to single him out as their target. He was always beaten, humiliated, off course he fought back, but there were always too many for him, as well as being much bigger than he was.
One day, he was being accosted by the school bullies once again, only this time they were threatening to throw him off a gorge. He had been so terrified he urinated all over himself.
Those bastards just laughed.
After having their fun, and repeatedly beating him, they left him there.
He was broken, beaten and humiliated as he limped home slowly. He fell many times, but the last fall seemed like fate.
He fell into opening that led into an open cavern. At first he was terrified, but then he heard it.
A voice, calling out to him.
He must have searched for hours before finally finding a black obelisk. When he touched it, it spoke to him.
"The Force is strong with you, child. Very strong indeed."
"What are you?" He asked.
"A memory. I am what is known as a Holocron. Information stored within a small computer that can be used in many ways. I, however, have the added benefit of being a Sith holocron as i am also bonded to a Sith Spirit."
He didn't understand. Not at all.
"What is a Sith?"
"A Sith lord is a Force Sensitive being who serves the will of the Dark Side. Our goal is Galactic Conquest to maintain peace in the Galaxy, as well as to destroy the Jedi, our mortal enemies."
The fifteen year old minotaur could feel a tingling in his head. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't pleasant either.
"You are weak, child. learn the ways of the Dark Side and you will gain the strength to crush those who have wronged you." The voice tempted.
"Y-you'd help me?" He asked.
"Yes, child. Are you willing?"
The young minotaur knew that this was an important decision. It was one that he would not be able to take back. Then he remembered everything the other Minotaurs did to him.
He remembered the pain, the humiliation and how weak he felt.
"I'll do it." He said with finality.
"Good child. Now, be calm. I can't promise this won't be painful." The voice said.
He didn't remember quite what happened. He believed the pain to be so intense he was purposefully blocking it out.
When he woke up, however, everything changed. He was no longer the weak little minotaur that he was the night before. But he wasn't taken over by the spirit, either.
It was more like they bonded. He had all of it's memories, all of it's secrets. He also picked up some of it's personality traits as well.
He trained himself in all forms of combat that were now locked away in his mind. It took some time to manufacture the parts, but he had even successfull built a lightsaber using these primitive tools.
Now it seemed that his faith in the Dark Side was being rewarded.
He had felt the disturbance in the Force when that damn Jedi landed on the planet.
Now, there was a ship on the planet.
He took one final drink, finishing off his whiskey behore standing. He lifted his black hood over his head and he left the tavern without incident.
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"May I have my lightsaber?" Asked Lucas.
The ponies seemed to be paying special attention to him. Not once have the nine ponies left his sight. Even the princesses, who surely had better things to do---like run their kingdom---, were watching him. It was slightly suffocating.
Right now they stood outside Canterlot, on the hills and cliffs nearby, and he stood on a large boulder. He stood there, like a statue, with his hood up and eyes shut. He was basking in the comfort of the Force. Allowing it to permeate him and cleanse him of his un-Jedi like feelings. 'Only serenity.' He thought.
The ponies were surprised at his sudden querie. He hadn't spoken for almost an hour, meditating, and out of nowhere he justs asks for something.
"Lightsaber?" Repeated Lyra. They all had a pretty good idea what he meant. Rainbow Dash took this opportunity to fly up to him.
"Listen buddy, if you think we're just gonna hand you that laser sword so you can run amok, then forget it! And don't even think about looking for it! You'll never find it!"
Lucas turned to look at Rainbow, and looking past her, he saw the others down on stable ground. He brought up both hands and slowly pulled his hood back, revealing a much calmer countenance.
He gave Rainbow a deadpan look that simply said: Really?
He pointed at Twilight.
"It's in Twilight's bag, along with Rahna's Lightsaber." He said.
Rainbow Dash growled.
"Stop using your freaky Jedi mind-reading!"
Lucas shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant fashion.
"I didn't. A Jedi can always sense his lightsaber. It's the only possession a Jedi is permitted to have. It represents thousands of years of Jedi History, and our nature as peacekeepers. May I have my lightsaber?" He repeated his querie.
"Rainbow Dash? It is quite alright." Offered Celestia.
"We see no reason why he cannot have his weapon back." Luna agreed.
The ponies looked uncertain, and even Lucas had his doubts. He could sense their tension, and he knew they didn't trust him, not completely anyway. What was their angle?
"If you say so, Princesses." Said Twilight. She used a foreleg to hit the release button on her undercarriage to release the saddlebags. When the fell to the ground, Twilight grabbed one of the bags and brought it before her. Carefully, she pulled out one of the lightsabers. Noticing it was Rahna's, she placed it on the ground. Reaching into the bag again, she pulled out Lucas's weapon.
Before she could decide whether to walk over and hoof it to him, it flew from her hoof, along with Rahna's, into the hands of the Jedi.
Everypony tensed, ready to attack if necessary, but Lucas simply looked at the two, gleaming rods of steel. Finally, he hooked them both to his Utility belt.
Seeing him put away the weapons, everypony relaxed. An awkward quiet fell upon them as Lucas resumed his meditation.
"So, um...how does it work?" Asked Twilight.
"It's superheated plasma." He responded.
"Plasma! I thought it was a laser!" Commented Pinkie Pie.
"A laser would be impractical. If the blade were made of light, it could not be used as the tool it is. It is not only a weapon, but it used in a multitude of situations, not just combat."
"If it's actually made out of plasma, why is it called a 'Lightsaber'? Shouldn't it be called a 'Plasmasaber'?" Asked Rarity.
"When the lightsaber was first invented, they were mostly just called swords or plasma blades by the Jedi. It was the public who nicknamed it a Lightsaber. After many generations, the name stuck." He shrugged.
"If you come from a peace-loving culture, why do you need swords?" Asked Lyra.
"In order for a Jedi to become one with the Force, he or she must have trained their body and mind to their fullest potential. A Jedi will spend decades perfecting meditation exercizes and combat in order to bring ourselves closer to the Force."
"And then you use your skills in combat and this 'Force' to do battle against those who try and do harm against the innocent?" Theoriezed Celestia.
"Essentially." Answered Lucas curtly.
"Why?" Asked Luna.
"Why what?"
"Why did the Jedi choose to become the protectors of the Galaxy?" Luna elaborated. "If your goal in life is to become one with the Force, wouldn't your time be better spent improving yourselves, rather than getting involved with the affairs of rest of the Galaxy?"
"I...I don't know." He answered honestly. "I don't know what motivated the first Jedi to become the Guardians of the Galaxy."
"What about you?" Squeaked Fluttershy. "What motivates you to be a Jedi?"
"Me? Well...personally I believe that it is a responsibility." He said. "No one is forcing me to be a Jedi. Any member of the Order can leave anytime they want. But...being Force Sensitive is not common in any species. I guess I always believed that it was our responsibility. Why would any being have power if they weren't meant to use it?" He asked. He looked into the eyes of the Princesses, who looked up at him.
He could sense some of their tension fade away. There was even a sense of...respect?
Perhaps they could identitfy with his feelings of responsibility. They were rulers of an entire nation.
"So...um, the Lightsaber? How do you fight with it? Do you just use it like any other sword?"
In response to her querie, Lucas unclipped his saber from his belt. He held it in his hand for a moment before igniting it.
SNAP-HISS
He held the glowing orange blade out in front of him before settling into a combat stance.
It was a basic stance of Soresu, the third form of Lightsaber combat. The entire form was developed to deflect blaster fire, so it was a good form to demonstrate his skill with the blade.
The ponies watched, amazed at the glowing orange blade cutting through the air with practiced ease. His skill and versatility with the blade was incredible. Finally, slowing down and bringing the blade before him, he disengaged it.
SSSHT
"The Lightsaber is the weapon of the Jedi. It's not as clumsy or random as..." He paused. They wouldn't have blasters on this primitive planet. "...projectile weapons. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age." He finished.
"It is not unlike it's weilder, a paradox." Said Celestia.
"How so?" Asked Lucas. Curious about her observation.
"The blade is round. There is no edge to a lightsaber, not even a tip or point. Yet, at the same time, it is nothing but an edge. There isn't anything that it cannot cut. Much like you Jedi. A 'Peaceful Warrior.' You fight and kill in the service of life itself." Celestia stated. "Perhaps that is why the Jedi use a Lightsaber as their weapon. You identify with it because it symbolizes the Jedi themselves."
"Can you tell us anything about Lightsaber combat?" Asked Lyra.
Lucas sighed. There was no reason not to. The Jedi order was wiped out, if it was to survive, it needs people to remember it. He slowly sank down to a cross legged seated position.
"There are seven basic forms of Lightsaber combat. The first form is known as Shii-Cho and..."
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"Yup. There's nothing I can do here." Said Lucas.
He was on his back underneath his fighter. The metal was warped and damaged, and the engines were practically fried. The warp drive was completely beyond salvation.
"I might be able to fix the engines enough to get this baby flying again, but it won't be space-faring anymore." He removed himself from the ship and dusted his hands off. He stepped around the side and ascended the ladder and entered the cockpit. The ponies had a limited view of him, but they could see he was fiddling around with something.
"Looks like the computers are operational, so is the comm..."
"That's good! You'll be able to call someone to pick you up!" Chirped Pinkie Pie. There were murmurs of agreement. Lucas just shook his head.
"I can't. Too dangerous." He said.
"But, don't you want to see some friends of yours? Maybe regroup with them or something?" Asked Rainbow Dash.
"The Jedi were systematically exterminated, Rainbow." Lucas reminded. "The Sith have taken over the Galaxy. The new Emperor has no doubt placed a 'Kill On Sight' order on all Jedi. I have to trust that some of my bretheren have made it to safety."
"Also, I took a vow to protect all life. I will not compromise the safety of your planet by sending out distress signals."
"You worry too much, sugarcube. We can handle any invaders!" Claimed Applejack. Again, there were words of agreement from the rest of the ponies.
"I doubt it. There is great technology in the universe. The new Empire could launch an orbital attack, or perhaps send asteroids to impact your planet. If they wanted to destroy you, there really isn't anything you could do." He paused. "I will admit that if they came in at a ground assualt, you do have pretty good chances. Your magic could easily even the playing field against advanced projectile weapons. But, they would quickly realize their mistake and simply attack from orbit."
His words effectively shut them up.
"Speaking of orbit..." He murmured. "Luna, Celestia...do you not tire from constantly maintaining the orbits of the planet and moon? I can sense your connection to the celestial bodies, and I sense the strain it is putting on you."
"It is tiring, but not unbearable." Said Luna. Celestia nodded her agreement. "Celestia may be more strained than I. She took over responsibility of the moon while I was...indisposed."
"It is a stressfull responsibility." Commented Celestia.
"If you sever your connections to your respective celestial bodies, would you be able to reestablish a connection at a later date?" He asked.
"Yes. Whether or not we remain connected to our celestial bodies does not impede our ability to reassert control over them. It is our special talent." Celestia said, turning her body and showing off her cutie mark.
"We can not release control of them, however, because if we do we risk flying into or away from the sun. Or losing the moon, or perhaps sending it into a collision course with our planet."
"If you could safely place the planet and moon into proper orbits, would you?"
"Certainly. We have been controlling the orbits for so long, it would be nice not to have them in our heads anymore."
"In that case, I could help relieve you of your burdens." He looked at their skeptical faces. "My ship contains a three dimensional postioning system." As if that made any sense to them.
"Incredible. Perhaps you should explain what that is so that my little ponies are not confused by this conversation." Celestia said with heavy sarcasm.
"Essentially, this machine maps out the galaxy. I can set the coordinates to show us the local system and i could guide you in placing the planet into a stable orbit." He explained.
Celestia and Luna looked at eachother, not saying anything. They had been mainting control of day and night for so long that the idea of stopping was...absurd.
But at the same time, they could not stave off the slight sense of relief. Most ponies believed that they raised the sun and moon only during the day and night, but that wasn't so. They were constantly in control of the earth and moon. Carefully manipulating orbit and rotation to make sure the days were twenty-four hours long, to make sure the moon brought the appropriate tides in. It was an unending and highly meticulous process.
"You might not be able to tell after so long, but the both of you are exhausted. I don't sense that you are in any real danger, but I gaurantee that you will feel so much better not worrying about maintaining these orbits and rotations."
The Elements and Lyra stood back silently. They had no idea how taxing maintaining their planet and moon was on their princesses. Like the rest of the world, they had developed a slight sense of worship of the Royal Pony Sisters. Many considered them to be Gods with their tremendous abilities.
Apparently they were wrong.
"So how about it? Will you let me help you?"
The ponies were once again awed at the Jedi and his Force abilities. Lucas had levitated the entire space ship out of the dungeons and out into the courtyard. All without breaking a sweat. Even Twilight would tire quickly if she were lifting something that size for such a long distance.
Still sitting in the cockpit, he started asking numerous questions.
"How many hours are in one day?" He asked.
"Twenty-four."
"How many days per year?"
"Three hundred and sixty."
"How many days to a month?"
"Thirty."
"How many months?"
"Twelve."
"What is todays date?"
"September 29th"
"And September is...?"
"The ninth month in the year."
"Do you have any seasons?"
"Yes, four. Winter, spring, summer and fall."
"What season are we in now?"
"Fall just began on the twenty-second."
"Okay, I've got what I need so far." He mumbled to himself. "Luna, while I direct Celestia in positioning the planet, I need you to keep the moon in orbit. We can't risk losing it in outer space, or worse: having crash into the planet." Luna nodded.
For a second, her horn glowed and he could feel her connecting to the moon through the Force.
"Now Celestia," He began. "I need you to move the planet west for me. I'll let you know when to stop."
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