Ewan Kensei, a Former Jedi makes his way through the galaxy, surviving the best he can in a galaxy intent on killing his ass. Luckily, he's the greatest gambler around!
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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
Ewan Kensei
"Certain you are, yes? Reversible this is not." The ancient Jedi Master said, his gnarled green fingers tapping against his gimer stick. I nodded slowly, my gaze sweeping across the Council Chambers one final time.
The circular room felt suffocating despite its grandeur. Holographic seats flickered with the images of distant Council members, while others sat in person, their expressions ranging from dismissive to concerned. I could feel their judgment pressing down on me like a physical weight.
"Yes Master Yoda, I am certain." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I trust in my visions of the future. I only wish that you would have trusted in them as well."
Master Windu leaned forward in his seat, his expression hardening into something between annoyance and pity. The Korun Jedi had never liked me much, not since I'd started questioning the Code during my Padawan years. "These visions of yours, they are nothing but dreams. No other Jedi has had anything similar." He gestured broadly, as if the absence of corroborating evidence settled the matter entirely. "The Civil War shall soon be brought to a close, and with it, safety and security is at hand. How your 'vision' shows the Sith wiping out nearly fifty thousand Jedi I cannot fathom."
Many of the other Council members nodded along with his assessment. Save Yoda, Kenobi, and Koth. The others either agreed openly or kept their skepticism hidden behind carefully neutral expressions, which in Jedi terms meant the same thing.
'You may be asking, what visions?' I thought bitterly, keeping my face carefully blank. 'Well, they weren't visions, so Windu was correct on that count.'
But it wasn't a lie either. Not really.
The Sith would win. I had seen it in theaters, watched it unfold on screen in another life entirely. Crazy statement, but it was the truth! Long before this, I was a normal guy on the planet Earth, where this world was mere fantasy.
Then... I died. I died fifteen years ago, and then I was reborn as a baby on the planet Stewjon, the same homeworld as Master Kenobi himself. Then even luckier, I got picked up young by a much younger Eeth Koth, and started on my way to becoming a Jedi.
Yet I was too young to make a difference. Too young to be taken seriously.
So I tried to say I had a vision. Not my particularly grandest stunt, I'll admit. It didn't help that I liked to question the Jedi Code along the way. I was right about that too, the Jedi Code did suck, but all my protests accomplished was making me seem like a child crying out for attention. At least to the adults in the room.
"Certain you are, to leave the Order?" Yoda asked me one last time, his ancient eyes searching mine for something. Doubt, perhaps. Hesitation.
He wouldn't find it.
"Yes Master, I am certain." I said the words solemnly, with all the finality I could muster. "I wish to leave the Jedi Order."
I refused to waste this life. I refused to die because of their arrogance, their blindness, their unwillingness to see what was coming. Even if they wished to march swiftly into their own deaths, I would not follow them into doom.
Not this time.
A few hours later, and I was cast out of the Jedi Order, never to return. Not that I wished to do so. The Jedi Order was unwelcome in the Galaxy at large, and I most certainly didn't want to be here when they found out the hard way.
It sucked, but I really didn't have much going on at the Temple anymore. Ashoka left a long time ago. So that's a wrap on that friendship. I mean bitch, at least give me a call every once in awhile?! Then Barriss... Barriss was... a complicated scenario, same as Ashoka. I tried to fix that, but really only made her worse.
Then there was Caleb. Caleb was still a Jedi Padawan, but unlike me he was never a forever initiate, so never really stuck around. Besides that? The oldest Initiate was eleven. Only a four year difference in age, but for children that's forever. Nobody else wanted to be involved with a guy who many considered a failure, especially when most Jedi refused to take me on as a Padawan.My curse definitely didn't do me much help in that of course, but the less said about my poor gamblers luck there, the better.
Ultimately, there wasn't really much in the way for me to stay, unless I wanted Anakin to bust down my door while I'm sitting on the vactube. Though I personally didn't think they'd toss me out the door the way they did. I wasn't universally hated... I think.
Really the only thought on my mind was how I'd manage to get off of Coruscant undetected. I don't have any money, And while I could just steal... I don't really want to do that. Bad start to my new found life and all that.
DING!
I blinked, staring at the floating translucent screen that had materialized directly in front of my face. Nobody around me reacted. A Twi'lek merchant walked right past without so much as a glance. This was of course because this was the Chaos Gacha, my little cheat in this galaxy.
Secret Mission Completed! Mission Tree Unlocked
Well, that's nice I guess. In all honesty I should have expected that this would be a secret mission. taking a seat on a bench, I opened up the Gacha Screen with a mental command, and the display shifts.
|Survive Order 66|
|Survived Order 66! Now Survive the Great Jedi Purge.|
|+200 XP|
|Mission: Survive| Unlocked
Huh... I expected for something like escaping Order 66, I'd get more? Then again, with the abilities I'd gotten from the Gacha, I definitely would have been able to escape. Definitely not fight my way out, but running away? Definitely possible.
LEVEL UP!
|Player Information|
Name: Ewan Kensei
Level: 10 [10/1,250]
Midichlorians: 11,250
Traits: Zenkai Boost, Efficient Physique, Cardio, Great Ass
Skills: Adept Blacksmithing, Fire Breathing Style, Master Fine Arts, Intermediate Shii-Cho, Beginner Djem-So
Abilities: Wind Cloak, Dry, Induce Baldness, Beginner Mind Trick, Intermediate Force Telekinesis,
Curses: Loner, Orphan, Infertile
Inventory: Can of Pain, Bar of Molten Adamantium
Rolls: 1
Well, there's that. I'd been stuck at level nine for what feels like forever, at least since Ashoka left I've been stuck at nine... so at least a year? God how I curse myself for willingly rolling for curses when it offered. I only even got offered such when my parent's must have died when I was nine? I don't really know, but it gave me a free roll... and allowed me to roll for new curses. Damn myself for that.
I didn't think Infertile was really all that bad, firstly because at that point I thought I could save the order (foolishly), and all I need to do is roll a NSFW perk if I really wanted to fix it, though unfortunately [Great Ass] didn't count.
Loner on the other hand... sucks. It's what's cuckolded me out of a Jedi Master a great many times. And as of late, has pretty much forced me to stay at level 9 for nearly a full year! Initiate's do not get to leave the temple, not until they receive a Jedi Master. So I was fucked, even if I didn't have a literal genocide to think about.
Hell, the last thing I even got was Induce Baldness, which is funny to use time to time... I used it on Palpatine and now he wears wigs, which is hilarious, but... not the best. Still, I FINALLY GET TO ROLL THE GACHA AGAIN!? HALLELUJAH! LETS GO GAMBLING!
I watched the gacha spin, holding my breath until it finally landed on what was certainly a useful skill to have.
[Master Driving]
|Epic Skill|
You are a true master at driving any kind of vehicle, if it has steering, you can ride any vehicle or mount as if they were your extensions of your body. Ranging from rollerblades to star-sized spacecrafts.
Master Driving. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I could pilot anything with wheels, repulsorlifts, or hyperdrives. And I had nothing.
No ship. No speeder. No credits to buy either. The skill was a middle finger from the Gacha. I could pilot anything in existence, and I owned absolutely nothing with an engine. So thus, I did what anyone would do in my shoes.
I walked. for several hours. Maybe longer. My feet carried me through markets I couldn't afford to shop in, past cantinas I couldn't afford to enter, through residential blocks stacked so high they disappeared into the smog. And them I saw it.
The Spaceport.
The smell of ozone and fuel hit me like a physical force, and for the first time in hours, something flickered in my mind. God, am I fucking stupid. I don't need to steal, but that doesn't mean I can't get on a ship.
It's not stealing if the person you're stealing from is rich, right?
I slipped past the security checkpoint with practiced ease, keeping my head down and my pace steady. Loner was useful at times, and easily helped me blend into the background when necessary. There were thousands of beings moving through here every hour, and I was just another face in the crowd. Then came my time to buy my ticket.
The ticket counter stretched across the docking bay. Behind it stood a young Torgruta woman, her blue skin catching the harsh fluorescent lights. Her montrals were white and blue striped.
"What's the next flight off Coruscant?" I asked.
"Anchorhead, Tatooine. Departs in fourty five minutes. We have two openings remaining." Her montrals twitched. "Would you like to purchase a ticket?" I nodded.
"That'll be 950 credits," she said, her fingers moving across her terminal.
950 credits. I had exactly zero. My jaw tightened, but I forced myself to breathe. This was it. The moment where everything hinged on whether my Mind Trick would actually work on someone.
I leaned forward, letting my eyes meet hers. The Force gathered at the base of my skull, different from what I'd practiced in the Temple. More desperate, yes, but still monotonous.
"I have already paid you," I said, my voice dropping, each word weighted with the Force. "You will add me to the flight log."
For a moment, nothing happened. My heart hammered against my ribs.
Then her eyes glazed over. Her montrals stilled.
"You have already paid," she repeated, her voice hollow and distant. "I will add you to the flight log."
Relief flooded through me. It had worked.
The Torgruta's fingers moved across her terminal with renewed purpose, her eyes still unfocused. After a few seconds, she reached beneath the counter and produced a small card reader, sliding it across to me.
"Your ticket," she said, her voice returning to normal. "Gate Seven. Boarding begins in forty-five minutes."
"Thank you," I murmured, taking the card reader and stepping back.
"Take a seat and wait for your flight," she added, already turning back to her datapad. I walked away from the counter, the card reader clutched in my hand. Around me, the spaceport continued its endless dance of arrivals and departures.
Welp, that was easier than I thought it would be.
Welcome to my next clusterfuck! Hopefully I don't get another minor inconvenience and abandon this too! We'll see how far this goes, but ultimately I've got plans, I just need to stick to writing them. Anyways, for those who don't know, my other two stories I've got active are by and large on hold. Because for one I've written several chapters ahead before those damn scammers ruined my day, and gave me a migraine to end all migraines. Luckily, everything is safe and sound, they didn't even get anything because I am THAT BROKE. Everything's fixed for now, so imma get back to writing.
Oh, and also, I'm moving my stories to AI as a Beta, because really that's all I am doing with it. One of my friends on site told me it'd be more accurate to put it under that tag, as I'm really only having it review what I write for correction on grammar. Still some things do slip by it it seems, but otherwise it's fine. I'm a few chapters ahead, but I'm sticking to my guns on writing ahead. Anyways, imma go cook a pizza and write chapter 5.
Coruscant, Jedi Temple
Ewan Kensei
"Certain you are, yes? Reversible this is not." The ancient Jedi Master said, his gnarled green fingers tapping against his gimer stick. I nodded slowly, my gaze sweeping across the Council Chambers one final time.
The circular room felt suffocating despite its grandeur. Holographic seats flickered with the images of distant Council members, while others sat in person, their expressions ranging from dismissive to concerned. I could feel their judgment pressing down on me like a physical weight.
"Yes Master Yoda, I am certain." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I trust in my visions of the future. I only wish that you would have trusted in them as well."
Master Windu leaned forward in his seat, his expression hardening into something between annoyance and pity. The Korun Jedi had never liked me much, not since I'd started questioning the Code during my Padawan years. "These visions of yours, they are nothing but dreams. No other Jedi has had anything similar." He gestured broadly, as if the absence of corroborating evidence settled the matter entirely. "The Civil War shall soon be brought to a close, and with it, safety and security is at hand. How your 'vision' shows the Sith wiping out nearly fifty thousand Jedi I cannot fathom."
Many of the other Council members nodded along with his assessment. Save Yoda, Kenobi, and Koth. The others either agreed openly or kept their skepticism hidden behind carefully neutral expressions, which in Jedi terms meant the same thing.
'You may be asking, what visions?' I thought bitterly, keeping my face carefully blank. 'Well, they weren't visions, so Windu was correct on that count.'
But it wasn't a lie either. Not really.
The Sith would win. I had seen it in theaters, watched it unfold on screen in another life entirely. Crazy statement, but it was the truth! Long before this, I was a normal guy on the planet Earth, where this world was mere fantasy.
Then... I died. I died fifteen years ago, and then I was reborn as a baby on the planet Stewjon, the same homeworld as Master Kenobi himself. Then even luckier, I got picked up young by a much younger Eeth Koth, and started on my way to becoming a Jedi.
Yet I was too young to make a difference. Too young to be taken seriously.
So I tried to say I had a vision. Not my particularly grandest stunt, I'll admit. It didn't help that I liked to question the Jedi Code along the way. I was right about that too, the Jedi Code did suck, but all my protests accomplished was making me seem like a child crying out for attention. At least to the adults in the room.
"Certain you are, to leave the Order?" Yoda asked me one last time, his ancient eyes searching mine for something. Doubt, perhaps. Hesitation.
He wouldn't find it.
"Yes Master, I am certain." I said the words solemnly, with all the finality I could muster. "I wish to leave the Jedi Order."
I refused to waste this life. I refused to die because of their arrogance, their blindness, their unwillingness to see what was coming. Even if they wished to march swiftly into their own deaths, I would not follow them into doom.
Not this time.
A few hours later, and I was cast out of the Jedi Order, never to return. Not that I wished to do so. The Jedi Order was unwelcome in the Galaxy at large, and I most certainly didn't want to be here when they found out the hard way.
It sucked, but I really didn't have much going on at the Temple anymore. Ashoka left a long time ago. So that's a wrap on that friendship. I mean bitch, at least give me a call every once in awhile?! Then Barriss... Barriss was... a complicated scenario, same as Ashoka. I tried to fix that, but really only made her worse.
Then there was Caleb. Caleb was still a Jedi Padawan, but unlike me he was never a forever initiate, so never really stuck around. Besides that? The oldest Initiate was eleven. Only a four year difference in age, but for children that's forever. Nobody else wanted to be involved with a guy who many considered a failure, especially when most Jedi refused to take me on as a Padawan.My curse definitely didn't do me much help in that of course, but the less said about my poor gamblers luck there, the better.
Ultimately, there wasn't really much in the way for me to stay, unless I wanted Anakin to bust down my door while I'm sitting on the vactube. Though I personally didn't think they'd toss me out the door the way they did. I wasn't universally hated... I think.
Really the only thought on my mind was how I'd manage to get off of Coruscant undetected. I don't have any money, And while I could just steal... I don't really want to do that. Bad start to my new found life and all that.
DING!
I blinked, staring at the floating translucent screen that had materialized directly in front of my face. Nobody around me reacted. A Twi'lek merchant walked right past without so much as a glance. This was of course because this was the Chaos Gacha, my little cheat in this galaxy.
Secret Mission Completed! Mission Tree Unlocked
Well, that's nice I guess. In all honesty I should have expected that this would be a secret mission. taking a seat on a bench, I opened up the Gacha Screen with a mental command, and the display shifts.
|Survive Order 66|
|Survived Order 66! Now Survive the Great Jedi Purge.|
|+200 XP|
|Mission: Survive| Unlocked
Huh... I expected for something like escaping Order 66, I'd get more? Then again, with the abilities I'd gotten from the Gacha, I definitely would have been able to escape. Definitely not fight my way out, but running away? Definitely possible.
LEVEL UP!
|Player Information|
Name: Ewan Kensei
Level: 10 [10/1,250]
Midichlorians: 11,250
Traits: Zenkai Boost, Efficient Physique, Cardio, Great Ass
Skills: Adept Blacksmithing, Fire Breathing Style, Master Fine Arts, Intermediate Shii-Cho, Beginner Djem-So
Abilities: Wind Cloak, Dry, Induce Baldness, Beginner Mind Trick, Intermediate Force Telekinesis,
Curses: Loner, Orphan, Infertile
Inventory: Can of Pain, Bar of Molten Adamantium
Rolls: 1
Well, there's that. I'd been stuck at level nine for what feels like forever, at least since Ashoka left I've been stuck at nine... so at least a year? God how I curse myself for willingly rolling for curses when it offered. I only even got offered such when my parent's must have died when I was nine? I don't really know, but it gave me a free roll... and allowed me to roll for new curses. Damn myself for that.
I didn't think Infertile was really all that bad, firstly because at that point I thought I could save the order (foolishly), and all I need to do is roll a NSFW perk if I really wanted to fix it, though unfortunately [Great Ass] didn't count.
Loner on the other hand... sucks. It's what's cuckolded me out of a Jedi Master a great many times. And as of late, has pretty much forced me to stay at level 9 for nearly a full year! Initiate's do not get to leave the temple, not until they receive a Jedi Master. So I was fucked, even if I didn't have a literal genocide to think about.
Hell, the last thing I even got was Induce Baldness, which is funny to use time to time... I used it on Palpatine and now he wears wigs, which is hilarious, but... not the best. Still, I FINALLY GET TO ROLL THE GACHA AGAIN!? HALLELUJAH! LETS GO GAMBLING!
I watched the gacha spin, holding my breath until it finally landed on what was certainly a useful skill to have.
[Master Driving]
|Epic Skill|
You are a true master at driving any kind of vehicle, if it has steering, you can ride any vehicle or mount as if they were your extensions of your body. Ranging from rollerblades to star-sized spacecrafts.
Master Driving. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I could pilot anything with wheels, repulsorlifts, or hyperdrives. And I had nothing.
No ship. No speeder. No credits to buy either. The skill was a middle finger from the Gacha. I could pilot anything in existence, and I owned absolutely nothing with an engine. So thus, I did what anyone would do in my shoes.
I walked. for several hours. Maybe longer. My feet carried me through markets I couldn't afford to shop in, past cantinas I couldn't afford to enter, through residential blocks stacked so high they disappeared into the smog. And them I saw it.
The Spaceport.
The smell of ozone and fuel hit me like a physical force, and for the first time in hours, something flickered in my mind. God, am I fucking stupid. I don't need to steal, but that doesn't mean I can't get on a ship.
It's not stealing if the person you're stealing from is rich, right?
I slipped past the security checkpoint with practiced ease, keeping my head down and my pace steady. Loner was useful at times, and easily helped me blend into the background when necessary. There were thousands of beings moving through here every hour, and I was just another face in the crowd. Then came my time to buy my ticket.
The ticket counter stretched across the docking bay. Behind it stood a young Torgruta woman, her blue skin catching the harsh fluorescent lights. Her montrals were white and blue striped.
"What's the next flight off Coruscant?" I asked.
"Anchorhead, Tatooine. Departs in fourty five minutes. We have two openings remaining." Her montrals twitched. "Would you like to purchase a ticket?" I nodded.
"That'll be 950 credits," she said, her fingers moving across her terminal.
950 credits. I had exactly zero. My jaw tightened, but I forced myself to breathe. This was it. The moment where everything hinged on whether my Mind Trick would actually work on someone.
I leaned forward, letting my eyes meet hers. The Force gathered at the base of my skull, different from what I'd practiced in the Temple. More desperate, yes, but still monotonous.
"I have already paid you," I said, my voice dropping, each word weighted with the Force. "You will add me to the flight log."
For a moment, nothing happened. My heart hammered against my ribs.
Then her eyes glazed over. Her montrals stilled.
"You have already paid," she repeated, her voice hollow and distant. "I will add you to the flight log."
Relief flooded through me. It had worked.
The Torgruta's fingers moved across her terminal with renewed purpose, her eyes still unfocused. After a few seconds, she reached beneath the counter and produced a small card reader, sliding it across to me.
"Your ticket," she said, her voice returning to normal. "Gate Seven. Boarding begins in forty-five minutes."
"Thank you," I murmured, taking the card reader and stepping back.
"Take a seat and wait for your flight," she added, already turning back to her datapad. I walked away from the counter, the card reader clutched in my hand. Around me, the spaceport continued its endless dance of arrivals and departures.
Welp, that was easier than I thought it would be.
Welcome to my next clusterfuck! Hopefully I don't get another minor inconvenience and abandon this too! We'll see how far this goes, but ultimately I've got plans, I just need to stick to writing them. Anyways, for those who don't know, my other two stories I've got active are by and large on hold. Because for one I've written several chapters ahead before those damn scammers ruined my day, and gave me a migraine to end all migraines. Luckily, everything is safe and sound, they didn't even get anything because I am THAT BROKE. Everything's fixed for now, so imma get back to writing.
Oh, and also, I'm moving my stories to AI as a Beta, because really that's all I am doing with it. One of my friends on site told me it'd be more accurate to put it under that tag, as I'm really only having it review what I write for correction on grammar. Still some things do slip by it it seems, but otherwise it's fine. I'm a few chapters ahead, but I'm sticking to my guns on writing ahead. Anyways, imma go cook a pizza and write chapter 5.
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Tyarde227
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Can't say i'm a fan of the gamer system stats, those were the main reason why i stay away from gamer fics since they usually hold no meaning outside of "Pretty big numbers" or are changed to balance the stats of other characters.
Does he gets tickets for feats still, or just leveling up?
Not a fan of the MC not doing anything until the fic starts either, but I understand that giving a bunch of stuff from the dacha and trying not to make it into an entire exposition or balancing would be difficult.
"Did you ever hear the hilarity of Initiate Ewan the Bald Inducer?"
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Ceartugarda
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There aren't any 'stats' at least as I am showing them. In my mind even if you throw up a bunch of statistics onto a screen it won't matter because an Author decides the ultimate outcome. If I wanted to pull some bullshit where he miraculously wins then I can, no doubt about it. I'm the damn author, why would I let some numbers dictate a story? So no, no numbers to keep track of besides the stuff the Gacha gives him. AS for new tickets, it's only with level ups. Feats will be counted as XP, which can count towards a level up though. Then again, Level ups are cheap here.
As for not doing anything, I want to write something set in the Imperial Era, but I want the ENTIRE Imperial era. So the story starts out with him being a teenager, and should end with the eventual end of the Empire plus some. If I averted the Empire there wouldn't be much of a story to tell with his age. I'd make him the same age as Anakin if the case was that I wanted to stop the Empires creation.
He's cross a line few ever should. Maybe I'll make him bald to pay for his own cruelty.