Anakin Skywalker : Sorcerer Supreme

[TheGeneral03]

TFTC.yeah his target on his Life Will increase to the size of a Planet after its know that he can somehow form a blockade in hyperspace.

 

[Samael61]

Say will you bring in any Legends Force powers for Anakin or and Marvel Comic Magic powers. I've noticed that Legends verse Force is more powerful than canon.

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My plans for the future are not concrete yet so we'll see.

 

[Samael61]

This is clearly bad time for the Hutts, which means bad time for all the people they bribe or blackmail. Won't be long now before the Senate demands the Jedi go and stop this.

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I wonder if Anakin can bring some green to Tatooine with the mystic arts and if he will make his own conclave in the future there.

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I do have an idea for the restoration of Tatooine but there is still time for that to happen.

 

[Samael61]

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Tatooine

Triellus Trade Route

"Sir, what now? We aren't actually going to Nal Hutta, are we?" Corlen asked, sweat gathering on his dark skin.

Anakin shook his head. "Of course not. Just to the intergalactic void outside the system. Our nav computers are going to act weirdly. Pay it no mind."

"Yes sir."

He focused, feeling the Hutt fleet in hyperspace. Or rather, the differing spacetime bubbles their hyperdrives created. Ten minutes in hyperspace was eighteen point five light-years, far beyond any ship's ability to travel on ion engines alone.

It was a blot of red in a field of white, a glaring point that stood out only to him.

He slammed his palms forward. Unseen to everyone, a wall appeared that would cut the entire hyperspace route in half. A fold point that would reverse the course of the ships by putting them in a mirror dimension and spitting them back out.

"Sir, we changed course! The fleet is returning to Tatooine," Corlen shouted from the comms.

"Pay it no mind," he said, focusing on the nav computer. Once they passed the second fold point he had decided on, he created another wall, this time behind them.

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Kajidic's Tithe

"What is it?" Zam asked the navigator, who seemed to be cursing the computer.

"We… we changed course. We are heading back to Tatooine."

The Clawdite was taken aback. "That is impossible. There must be a malfunction in the navcomputer." No ship could ever reverse course mid-transit in hyperspace. The ship would have to return to normal space first before reorienting the opposite way.

You didn't just turn the helm around.

The Weequay turned to her, his face whiter than any right it had to be. "The rest of the fleet is reporting the same."

"What?!"

"That boy, he must have done something. No matter if he too changed course, we won't be far behind. Call the Boonta Maw; we need to inform Jango."

"Our signal isn't getting through. It just rebounds back."

"We changed course again!" the navigator screamed, rising from his seat to turn to her. "The fleet is heading back to Nal Hutta."

"Drop the fleet out of hyperspace now," she ordered. They would have to assess the situation first.

"Commencing emergency dropout," the helmsman said. The fleet came to an organized stop, which equaled each ship being light seconds away from one another.

"Where are we now? " she asked. Unless they were thrown wildly off course, the fleet should still be close to Tatooine.

"In the intergalactic void, two point five light-years away from Tatooine."

"Prepare to re-enter hyperspace. We can't let that boy catch the rest of the fleet from the rear."

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Strange Tides

"Dropping out of hyperspace."

"All ships, prepare to fire. Target the cruiser first. If we take it out, the enemy will be at our mercy." Just as the ships left hyperspace, he entered the Astral Dimension to get a clear look at the last cruiser's bridge.

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Boonta Maw

"The enemy fleet re-emerged from hyperspace right at our back."

"He is a fool. Wesell won't be far behind. Hail him."

The boy's hologram appeared quickly, with that insolent grin on his face. "You returned, just as expected. You know Wesell will be here in minutes, right?"

"She would, if they weren't stuck in hyperspace like womp rats in a cage."

Jango glared at the boy, putting his helmet on. "The cruiser's more than a match for your fleet."

The sorcerer smirked, moving his right arm in a circle and disappearing, though not without a retort. "Not with a rancor on your bridge."

Jango's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. He ran out of the bridge just as golden sparks opened a portal behind him, with a Rancor charging through.

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Strange Tides

"Target the cruiser's engines; make sure it can't escape," he ordered once back on the ship. The mining ships had heavy lasers meant to tear asteroids apart. They were useless at long range and too slow to approach the cruiser without being slagged.

When the bridge of the sole cruiser exploded, it threw the rest of the fleet into chaos.

Under the cover fire of the rest of the fleet, they reached the rear side of the cruiser, their lasers drilling through the shields and then the engines. One of them struck a fuel line, causing a chain reaction that blew the engine compartment off before the safety measures kicked in.

"Sir, power fluctuations across the cruiser. Its guns are dying down."

"Target the remaining warships first and then the transports," he ordered, moving to take the helm.

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With the Boonta Maw out of action and no sign that the away fleet would return, they were left without leadership. The ragtag fleet of the Freedom First capitalized on it, firing to kill. The sole hunter wing of the fleet, Golden Cloak, targeted the freighters modified to act as torpedo platforms.

The mining ships used their thick hulls to act as live shields for the ships as the crews rushed to evacuate, leaving everything to droids.

Their loss was acceptable.

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Strange Tides

Anakin took the helm after the third time they were shut. He didn't know much about flying, but his instincts would serve him better here. A Z-95 Headhunter was on their tail, and the pilot was good, staying on their rear no matter what.

It was about to change.

The dark void shimmered, and he pushed the ship into the Mirror Dimension. The darkness was illuminated by a kaleidoscope of colors as everything in sight collapsed into non-Euclidean geometrical shapes.

He swerved the ship around, returning to normal space right behind the Headhunter. The pilot swerved quickly, but Anakin didn't let the Headhunter shake him off. He fired, missing the first two expert maneuvers, but the third one found its mark. The Headhunter's right thruster exploded, and the fighter spiraled out of control.

"Sir, we are getting a message from Golden Cloak. The corvettes are screening the freighters. They can't get through," Velin reported.

He clicked his tongue, thinking. It would take too long to neutralize each ship one by one. The spiraling Headhunter gave him an idea. "Orient the ship so the fighter is between us and those corvettes. Tell the Gold Cloak to wait for my signal."

"Yes sir."

A sphere of blue and white clashed with the gold between his palms. The Z-95 stabilized, surrounded by the white shimmer of hyperspace. He saw where each path would lead the starfighter and chose the most optimal one for maximum damage.

"The Z-95 is entering hyperspace," the sensor operative reported, puzzled as to how it was possible. That model didn't have a hyperdrive. It became even more unbelievable. Rather than enter the hyperspace, the ship was accelerating in the real space.

He hung his head in embarrassment, realizing it was the Sorcerer.

Anakin grinned and let go. The distance, measured in minutes, was crossed in an instant. The Headhunter carved a hole through six corvettes. The reactor in two exploded while another lost all power. One had its aft section turned to shrapnel, the fifth ship lost its bridge, and the last one was gutted from fore to aft.

"Tell them to move," he said, as the Gold Cloak Squadron was too slow to act.

"Gold Cloak, move on the freighters now. The mining ships are almost gone," Velin ordered through the comms. The thirty-strong mix of fighters and bombers pushed through the hole, targeting the freighters.

He watched the bombing run with glee. The torpedo banks triggered chain reactions, tearing the ships apart.

The ship-to-ship combat was quickly reaching its conclusion in their favor, but there were one hundred transport ships, lightly armed compared to the rest, making for Tatooine at full speed.

The Golden Cloak Squadron turned to deal with the remaining corvettes along with half of the fleet while the rest pursued the transports. Anakin flew Strange Tides ahead of the fleet, first to open fire on the transports, targeting the engines. Stopping them was a priority. Destroying them could come later.

The pursuit quickly entered the planet's atmosphere. The transports must want to disembark as many soldiers as possible to force their hand. Unfortunately for the Hutt Fleet, Mos Espa spaceport wasn't as undefended as they thought. Whatever heavy guns they couldn't put on the ships waited there, ready to fire.

Strange Tides led the fleet. Surrounded from both sides, the transport ships rained down in pieces.

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"We need to prepare for the rest of the Hutt fleet," Corlen said, his hologram flickering. The fleets were still on alert. They had secured the remains of the enemy fleet, as well as the surrendering transport ships.

Anakin's smirk, which was quickly becoming a sign that he had something devious in mind, flashed beneath his hood. "They won't be coming."

"Are you certain, sir?"

He created a horizontal golden strand. Two vertical lines stood in the middle, a couple centimeters apart from each other. A circle appeared between the two lines, bouncing back and forth. "I blocked the hyperspace lane in two parts. The rest of the cruisers and the bounty hunter ships are stuck around two to three lightyears away from the system. They can't use hyperspace, and they can't travel to Tatooine at sublight speeds. They are stranded."

From both ends, more circles appeared, bouncing off the vertical lines and returning to the starting point. "In fact, no one can use the Triellus Trade Route without me fixing it."

Vega bit his fist, a high-pitched noise escaping his lips, his eyes shining. Corlen fell silent with a gaping mouth. Even the crew of the Strange Tides had fallen silent.

A hyperspace route could not be blocked. The technology for it did not exist. Only natural causes, like a hyperspace rupture, could make a route unusable. Blocking a route, any route, on purpose was not only the ultimate strategic advantage; it was also something that would have the entire galaxy's interest.

"Which still leaves the Old Kessel Run and the Corellian Run, even if they can't move a fleet through the second," Vega reminded. The Hutts wouldn't give up that easily, even if they were defeated this time.

"And the Tatooine Dash," Anakin added.

Corlen and Vega shared a glance. "Never heard of it," their smuggler said.

It was understandable since he only came to know of that particular hyperspace lane while spying on Jabba.

"It's a secret of Jabba's clan. The route starts at Nar Kaaga, passes through the Manda system, and ends at Tatooine. It cuts down on travel time significantly," he said, smiling. Jabba's clan knew the route and would no doubt try to use it, assuming it was still a secret.

"Then if you can block these two as well, the Hutts can't reach Tatooine, and we would have all the time to make our preparations." Corlen grinned. They could have the one thing they were pressed for.

Time.

"What about the stranded fleet?" Vega asked. Those cruisers would be extremely handy to have, especially since the Boonta Maw would need major repairs.

"We let them die as their supplies run out and then take the ships," Corlen suggested.

Anakin nodded. The ships weren't supplied for a long campaign. Their supplies, even rationed, would run out in weeks. Once the mercenaries, pirates, and slavers tore each other apart, the fleet would be theirs.

"What's the cruiser's state?" he asked. The rancor, before it died from asphyxiation, had caused a lot of damage.

"The engines are gone; they will need to be replaced entirely. The bridge too. We are searching for Jango Fett now, provided the rancor didn't eat him," Corlen said. The bounty hunter himself wasn't that important, given he was just a hired gun. What made him valuable was the prestige they would get from defeating someone of his caliber so easily.

Fett would be their poster boy.

Anakin scratched his chin. "He is tough; he might yet be alive." He would have to join the search on the sealed parts of the ship. Fett wouldn't come in without a fight.

Corlen nodded. His image left its place to that of a Hutt. "We also have someone I am sure you will be happy to see."

"This is Gorga the Hutt, basically the errand boy of the Hutt Council." While he couldn't see Corlen, his breathy tone made it clear Anakin wasn't the only one delighted by the news.

"Well, that certainly makes me happy. He will have a lot to tell us, no doubt, and if not, well, I am sure we can use him to terrorize the Hutts." They shuddered at the bloodthirsty grin on his face while Anakin imagined what it would be like if this Gorga were crushed by a rancor.

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Tatooine

"Certain of this, are you?" Yoda asked. He believed in the Kel Dor Jedi Master. The situation just made him want to be extremely certain.

Plo Koon nodded. "We are, Master Yoda. We entered the route to test it. Our ship reversed course mid-transit after traveling for one point eight light years. We ended back where we started."

It certainly was a shock to them.

"This… this can't be the work of the Force," Windu said.

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. It was the first time he had seen the stern man lose his composure. Given the circumstances, it was understandable.

Master Oppo stroked his long, white beard. "When this spreads across the galaxy, it will lead to a crisis. While historical evidence exists that there were weapons capable of pulling ships out of hyperspace or blocking routes, they are history. A resurgence of it, especially at the hands of a complete unknown with no technology involved, will be chaotic to say the least." His analysis as a historian with the knowledge of ancient battles and militaries of both the Sith and the Republic presented only one result.

The council members, as well as the investigation team, fell silent.

"Masters, if I may," Obi-Wan said. He had something in his mind but wasn't certain about sharing it. Since no one else was speaking, he didn't see the harm in it.

Windu raised his hand towards Obi-Wan, palm facing upwards. "Speak your mind, Knight Kenobi."

"While I do believe the Sorcerer doesn't use the Force to fuel his abilities, I think he is Force-sensitive," he said.

Plo Koon and Quinlan turned to Obi-Wan. That certainly wasn't something they had noticed or discussed.

Yoda hummed, leaning on his cane. "Reach this conclusion, you did. How?"

"While Master Plo Koon was speaking to him, I felt a faint wave of Force, something you would completely miss if you weren't looking. I thought it was the Force reacting to how the laws of physics were trampled upon, but now I think it was from the Sorcerer." It had taken him an embarrassingly long time to notice it.

"What did you feel, Obi-Wan?" Windu asked, leaning forward. Every single detail could help the council better understand this anomalous situation.

"He was… amused," Obi-Wan said. Windu blinked, falling silent, while Yoda huffed.

"Convince him to take the midichlorian testü Master Plo Koon should," the Grandmaster suggested. By no means would it be an easy task, but they had sent Plo Koon for a reason.

Windu nodded. "Agreed. Perhaps it can give us an insight."

Plo Koon bowed. "As you wish."

"May the Force be with you," Windu said.

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In the next chapter:

"Obi-Wan?" he asked. Had something gone wrong with the scans?

The knight's voice was breathless as he answered. "It's over twenty thousand per cell. Even Master Yoda's count isn't that high."

"I don't believe anyone ever had such a high number," Quinlan said, glancing at the Sorcerer.

Anakin shrugged, taking his seat again. "Don't look at me. I have no idea how that happened."



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[TheGeneral03]

TFTC. Obi wan that sly Fox. He is too old to get in the order so i wonder what treatment Will they give him. Also cant wait for jar jar bin to appear jajajjaja i can see anakin doing the portal loop strange did to loki.

 

[Lillie Jones]

thanks for the chapter

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy this story, you can read 12 chapters in advance on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.

Anakin Skywalker is on the path to become one of the greatest figures on the galactic scene. If you want to read an original story of greatness, you can check my story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.

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Tatooine

Fort Freedom

"Master Jedi, what brings you here once more?" Anakin asked, sitting on his chair. The Jedi had requested another meeting once the scare over the battle had calmed down. He, of course, had to work, along with most of the Freedom First, while the citizens celebrated.

Plo Koon laid his right hand over his heart as he bowed. "Our apologies, you must be busy. We were wondering if you were Force-sensitive in addition to your powers."

Anakin coughed lightly. He hadn't expected the blunt tone or for the Jedi to suspect he might be Force sensitive. He didn't care if it was revealed or not. He just didn't understand why the Jedi suspected it in the first place.

"I am Force sensitive, but as I proved, the Mystic Arts aren't a product of the Force."

Quinlan and Plo Koon shared a quick glance. "There is a quick medical test meant to detect the strength of an individual's connection to the Force. Would you be willing to humor us?"

He was beginning to like this Jedi's humble tone.

"Certainly, if you answer a couple of questions for me first," he offered in return. This would be a good opportunity for him to have some answers.

"As long as they don't compromise the secrets of the Jedi Order, I accept."

"Great, give me a second," he said, opening a small portal and pulling something out.

"A holocron? How?" Quinlan asked, eyes locked on the cube. He had never seen one outside the temple before.

"I found it buried beneath the sands in a ship along with the remains of what I believe to be a Sith warrior. What exactly is a holocron?" He understood it was important enough. Why, though, was beyond him.

Plo Koon was silent. His respirator and the goggles made it impossible to read the Kel Dor. "It is a storage device for information. This one appears to be a Jedi holocron. If you are certain it was a Sith warrior, then it must have been stolen," he explained after a moment.

It couldn't have been the Zabrak Sith warrior who had attacked Obi-Wan or his master.

"I assume it opens with the Force?"

"Yes."

"All known holocrons are under the ownership of the Jedi Order. Would you consider returning it?" If it was on Republic territory, the holocron could be returned through the official channels. On Tatooine, he had no choice but to simply request it and hope for the best.

"If you open it and share the contents with me, sure, why not?" he asked. If not, he would eventually figure it out.

"We will have to request permission for it."

"Alright." He shrugged, opening another portal and tossing the holocron back.

"How do we do this medical test of yours?"

"A small blood sample will more than suffice," Plo Koon said, holding a finger-sized device.

"Yeah," he said, dragging the word out, "I am going to have to destroy that device after the test is done." While the Jedi did not have access to the mystic arts that could make use of blood, it didn't mean the Force couldn't do something similar.

"Understandable."

Anakin took his glove off and walked to the Jedi Master, holding his left hand out. Plo Koon brought a small scanner. A small needle pricked Anakin's skin, drawing a drop of blood.

"Obi-Wan, I am sending the scans to you now. Please check the midichlorian count," the Kel Dor said to his comlink. The scan would only take seconds.

Which is why he was concerned as Obi-Wan fell silent for more than a minute.

"Obi-Wan?" he asked. Had something gone wrong with the scans?

The knight's voice was breathless as he answered. "It's over twenty thousand per cell. Even Master Yoda's count isn't that high."

"I don't believe anyone ever had such a high number," Quinlan said, glancing at the Sorcerer.

Anakin shrugged, taking his seat again. "Don't look at me. I have no idea how that happened."

He said it so flippantly, Plo Koon didn't know what to say.

"Master Plo Koon, the Council wants to speak to you immediately." Obi-Wan's voice brought him out of his state.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Plo Koon bowed, diplomatic as ever, and handed the device to the Sorcerer.

He watched the retreating Jedis. There was something they realized but didn't tell him. That slight widening of Quinlan's eyes told him as much. Fortunately, he had the tool for perfect stealth.

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Wayfarer

"Over twenty thousand? That's…," Mace Windu said, trying to remember anyone that could have had a higher number of midichlorians per cell. A Jedi's worth was not decided by the biological factor. However, the m-count showed the potential of an individual's connection to the Force.

"The highest ever recorded? Correct," Master Oppo said. He couldn't think of a single name, in living memory or history, that boasted such numbers.

"Could he be the Chosen One?" Master Piel asked, voicing what everyone else was thinking.

Yoda glanced at him but kept quiet.

"It is possible. Such unprecedented connection to the Force, in addition to his abilities, certainly makes him a strong candidate," Ki-Adi-Mundi said. His analysis was correct. Which made it all the more difficult to agree.

The fate of the balance of the Force would be left in the hands of a complete unknown if the prophecy were true.

Adi crossed her arms. "First, the re-emergence of the Sith. Then a boy with incredible potential. A coincidence? I think not."

"He also had a holocron in his possession. He claims to have found it beneath the sands of Tatooine on a derelict ship along with the remains of a Sith," Plo Koon added. It was almost trivial compared to the main subject.

"A holocron?" Windu asked, sighing. He was getting tired of these constant revelations.

"Yes, possibly taken during the Sacking of Coruscant."

"Requested it back, did you?" Yoda spoke, breaking his silence.

"Indeed. He was open to the idea, as long as we unlocked the holocron and shared the knowledge inside with him."

"We should do it," Windu suggested. "It won't take him long to figure out how to unlock the holocron. If it is something dangerous, we might be able to make use of it first. If it's not relevant anymore, then we lose nothing."

The rest of the Council agreed with his assessment.

"What is it, Obi-Wan?" Quinlan asked, seeing the Jedi Knight inspect the interior of the ship as if he were searching for something.

He frowned again. "I feel like we are being watched."

Anakin raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the left. It was the first time ever someone had detected his presence. Plo Koon and Quinlan Vos seemed clueless. Either Obi-Wan was stronger than them or simply more aware.

He floated closer to the knight, moving left and right. Kenobi's eyes followed his movements, even if he could not see him.

Obi-Wan frowned, his senses tingling, but saw nothing. It was as if there was something or someone in front of him, one that only appeared to him faintly through the Force.

"Could the Sorcerer be monitoring us?" Quinlan asked, reaching into the Force. He felt the barest touch of something. Either the Force was blind or they were being evaded.

"With his abilities, anything might be possible. We should end this conversation here," Windu said. If the Sorcerer was monitoring them, he must have heard everything.

"Very well, may the Force be with you."

"You as well."

Anakin returned to his body, having learned all he could.

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Fort Freedom

"Sir, sir, are you alright?" Corlen shook his shoulder.

His hand snapped up on instinct, almost forming a sword. "Yes, I am. What is it?"

"We found Fett," Corlen said, gesturing to the door. Six men were escorting Jango inside. The best bounty hunter in the galaxy was in a sorry state. His left arm was gone at the shoulder, which covered the left side of his chest and leg with blood. He was pale and sweating. His gaze was wavering as well.

He looked half dead on his feet.

"What happened to his arm?" he asked, chuckling. It was most likely the rancor. The idea had struck him while he was considering what to do with the beasts. Sending it to the cruiser's bridge proved to be an excellent solution.

One of the soldiers, a purple Twi'lek, smirked. "The rancor ate it, sir."

"And he survived? Not bad, Fett, not bad at all," he praised the Mandalorian. Not that Jango was in a state to take it.

"Take him to a med droid. Make sure he lives so we can parade him around."

"Yes sir."

"He isn't the only one we found," Corlen said, handing him a datapad. "Aurra Sing was in that Z-95 you shot down. Bossk got eaten by the rancor; Zam Wesell, Fett's second in command, is stranded along with the fleet. No one saw Cad Bane."

He went through the images of each one. Every big name except Wesell and Bane was either dead or captured.

Anakin's eyes snapped wide open. "Oh shit. Forgot about him," he said. The space before him broke before spitting Cad Bane out, or rather, his rotting corpse.

"Uhhh, you guys just write him as dead too," he said while holding his nose. One of the soldiers took Bane's commlink, gagging as he did. A portal opened beneath the corpse, sending it to the desert, far away from them.

"Yes sir."

"Bossk's father is the leader of the Bounty Hunter's Guild. He'll likely come after you," Corlen informed. He wasn't worried, not when the Sorcerer could kill a thousand Bossks without breaking a sweat.

"To avenge his son? He'll end up like him."

Corlen shook his head. "Not really. Everyone knows they don't get along. But since you killed Bossk, even if indirectly, his Jagannath points are yours. Cradossk will want to reclaim them."

Anakin raised his hands to his sides, his lips pursed. "Yeah, I have no idea what that means. Enlighten me," he said with a light tone.

"Basically, the Trandoshans worship a god called the Scorekeeper. Each honorable and difficult kill grants a Jagannath point to honor the scorekeeper. Trandoshans don't like it when an outsider takes those points."

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Well, I'll just have to kill them all, it seems." He would burn their planet if necessary. While he tried not to be racist, the likes of Weequays, Trandoshans, and especially the Hutts made it impossible.

"There is something else."

"Isn't there always?"

"Do you know the Kaleesh-Yam'rii war?" The Sorcerer's knowledge of the important events of the last several years was lacking, to say the least.

"No."

"Yam'rii are slavers. They invaded Kalee, but the Kaleesh turned the tables on them. The Yam'rii cried to the Republic, who pushed the Kalee back to their homeworld and blockaded them. They are facing a massive, planetary starvation now." What the Kaleesh had won on the battlefield, they had lost tenfold on the table.

Without even being there.

"We don't have the food to spare, do we?" If anything grew on this desolate rock, he would have sent all they could spare through portals.

"No. I just thought you might want to know because we are going to need allies. Kaleesh can be it if we can help them."

He rubbed his temples. A solution always existed. It was simply a matter of finding it. "Bring me a map. I need to know where we can find food and how to convince them to part with it first."

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Naboo

Theed Royal Palace

Padme's smile widened with each line she read. "That's unexpected but welcome."

Not only had the freedom fighters of Tatooine defeated the Hutt fleet, they had done it with a crushing victory.

Vaelia bowed, waiting. "What should we do, my queen?"

"Contact the Sorcerer. Tell him we can offer weapons, fighters, and corvettes at cost for Tatooine's cause," she said. Their surplus weapons had to be somehow removed to open space for the more advanced versions. Sending the equipment to fight slavery would be a more than acceptable reason.

"As you wish."

Lise appeared from the shadows, bowing. "Rendering a hyperlane useless gives too much power to the ones who can do it."

"Unless he uses that power to oppress and terrorize, we will not treat him like an enemy. Not when he can be a possible ally." An ally who could do the impossible. Padme was not a great strategist. She didn't need to be one to see how the ability to block hyperlanes was a game changer.

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Serenno

"What is thy bidding, my master?" A silver-haired, silver-bearded figure in dark robes knelt, one hand over his knee.

The hidden figure on the hologram didn't speak immediately. "This sorcerer is quickly becoming a threat. What have you discovered about him?"

"Nothing more than what is known. The portals make it difficult to track him," he said.

"Disappointing," the hidden figure said with a flat tone.

"Find out more, Lord Tyrannus. The Jedi are already on the move. If they convince the boy for an alliance, our plans will be in jeopardy." With those orders, the holographic image flickered out.

"Yes, my master."

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The reactions to the events at Tatooine across the galaxy were similar. Once the blockade inside the Triellus Trade Route was confirmed, it worried every planet capable of space flight. Trade depended on hyperspace lanes. The idea that a human boy, not even an adult, could come out of nowhere and block a route because he was displeased was terrifying.

The Republic was against slavery. It did not stop certain planets from trading with the Hutts on their more legal enterprises. The Sorcerer had crushed Jabba the Hutt until he burst like a rotten vegetable. Furthermore, Freedom First made it clear that they would not stop until every single member of the Hutt Cartels was dead or behind bars.

As far as they were concerned, anyone doing business with the Hutts was a legitimate target.

Most had expected the Hutts to quickly regain control of Tatooine. When their fleet was crushed, with the majority of their heavy strike force stuck in the intergalactic void with no way to return home, the Sorcerer had quickly grown in fame. He went from a bloodthirsty rebel to a mysterious individual who could bend the laws of physics in never-before-seen ways.

The Hutts, on the other hand, were in full panic mode. With the loss of so many assets, they were weakened. Not enough to fall apart but enough that some grumbled. They had more ships and soldiers to call on. They were afraid, however, of sharing the same fate as the first force.

The rates of the pirates, mercenaries, and slavers suddenly went up severalfold. It was within the Hutt Council's means to pay easily.

But it would show that they were desperate.

In a once-in-a-century unanimous vote, the Hutt Council agreed to spend more to create an even greater force. The thorn that was Tatooine had to be neutralized before it spread to the rest of their empire.

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"Actually," Anakin closed another book, dissatisfied with his research so far. "I've been meaning to ask. Is there anything that could restore the biosphere of a planet?"

Strange closed his eyes, a soft, amused smile on his face. It explained all the tomes on restoration spells. "There is the Book of Vishanti. It has the power to do that but only if you prove worthy," he said.



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[TheGeneral03]

TFTC. There is one thing that bothers me about Marvel Magic, most famous spells from marvel takes power from Marvel secondary dimensions(dimensions that are part of the universe, and each universe from Marvel have them. So each universe have a mephisto infernal dimension, or dormamu dark dimension) so IS anakin somehow conecting to a dimension from other multiverse or somehow a star wars universe got into Marvel multiverse and got asimilated creating a crossover universe inside Marvel multiverse.

The same happen with the vishanti book, unless strange already have It in the sanctuary, anakin should not be able to get It if this is a universe in the star wars multiverse.

All this to say that this universe might get a visit from other Marvel characters.

 

[Samael61]

TFTC. There is one thing that bothers me about Marvel Magic, most famous spells from marvel takes power from Marvel secondary dimensions(dimensions that are part of the universe, and each universe from Marvel have them. So each universe have a mephisto infernal dimension, or dormamu dark dimension) so IS anakin somehow conecting to a dimension from other multiverse or somehow a star wars universe got into Marvel multiverse and got asimilated creating a crossover universe inside Marvel multiverse.

The same happen with the vishanti book, unless strange already have It in the sanctuary, anakin should not be able to get It if this is a universe in the star wars multiverse.

All this to say that this universe might get a visit from other Marvel characters.

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The Book of Vishanti is located in the Gap Junction, which is the space between all universes so it is accessible from anywhere, by my interpretation at least. On the matter of Anakin drawing power from other dimensions, as far as I know, entities like Dormammu, Watoomb, Balthaak and so are universal. There is only one of each in the entire multiverse and Anakin draws those powers from them.

 

[TheGeneral03]

On the matter of Anakin drawing power from other dimensions, as far as I know, entities like Dormammu, Watoomb, Balthaak and so are universal. There is only one of each in the entire multiverse and Anakin draws those powers from them.

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To that i have 3 words:

COUNCIL OF MEPHISTOS!!!!

I mean its your ficc so you can stablish what you want. And yeah the mephisto situation applies to most dimensions of Marvel in that every universe has its own. Although i think there are some like astral realm that is multiversal.

 

[Lillie Jones]

thanks for the chapter

 

[Samael61]

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Tatooine

Sanctum Sanctorum

"They believe you are the Chosen One?" Strange snorted, breaking down into short, silent laughs.

Anakin rolled his eyes, laying the stack of books on the table. "Not funny," he said, opening the first tome.

"They just think I am a strong candidate," he added to clarify. He certainly didn't want to deal with a prophecy. He didn't even know the contents of the damn thing.

Strange glanced at the books. The titles consisted of a single subject: restoration. "You were born without a father. I think we can agree that's a sign." No Father and a prophecy that might be related to him?

Unlikely to be a coincidence.

He closed the tome, pushing it aside. "Is it bad that I don't care about this prophecy? That I don't want to be anyone's prophesied savior?"

His teacher huffed and ruffled his hair. "No. Fate might have thrown you a curveball, but you don't have to catch it."

Anakin combed a hand through his hair, straightening the long strands. "Got any mystic advice about prophecies?"

Strange took a seat, inspecting the tomes. "I have one from a movie," he said. He hadn't even watched the whole movie and only saw a certain section. Considering the parallels, it was fitting.

"One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it."

Anakin turned to his teacher, brows furrowed. Was it truly that simple? "Just live my life and ignore this whole Chosen One matter, then?"

"Exactly."

"Actually," Anakin closed another book, dissatisfied with his research so far. "I've been meaning to ask. Is there anything that could restore the biosphere of a planet?"

Strange closed his eyes, a soft, amused smile on his face. It explained all the tomes on restoration spells. "There is the Book of Vishanti. It has the power to do that but only if you prove worthy," he said.

He wanted to keep the Book of Vishanti and the Darkhold secrets for longer. "Dangerous" did not begin to describe the Darkhold, and the Vishanti was difficult to use. For all the maturity Anakin showed, he was still fifteen.

He required experience only time could provide.

"What must I do?"

Strange shook his head. "It's not a test. The book simply reads your intentions. If they are pure and selfless, it allows you to use it. Otherwise, the pages just go blank."

"There is a planet, Kalee. They were invaded by slavers who basically stripped every natural resource, poisoned the water supplies, and harvested every animal. When the invaders lost and cried to the Republic, the planet was put under a blockade. The Kaleesh are starving, and no one is doing anything."

"Come with me. Let's see if the book thinks the same," Strange said. He did something with his watch, and a white portal snapped open. Strange stepped through first. Anakin followed, his jaw falling.

They landed on a platform among the clouds, where a book, glowing with the purest feelings of harmony and order he had ever felt, lay on a shrine.

"Welcome to Gap Junction, kid, the space between universes," he said, spreading his arms out. Interestingly enough, the chains on his soul did not stop him from crossing into the Gap Junction.

A pity the Book of Vishanti had proved to be of no use.

"Holy…"

"Go ahead, you can marvel at this place later."

He laid his hands on the book, taking a deep breath. He had selfish needs. He would not deny it. He wanted the Hutts dead. He wanted slavery gone. He wanted injustice to end.

Right now, he wanted to help the people of Kaleesh most. Tatooine was freed. He desired the same for Kaleesh. While the Banking Clans were not the Hutts, indentured servitude was no better than slavery. If he could restore the planet to its original, lush state, they would be free.

There was no response from the book. Not that he knew if there would be. Seeing no harm, he opened it to find a blank page.

"It's empty," he said. His shoulders sagged. Closing the book and laying it on the shrine, he turned around to leave.

Seems his desire wasn't that pure.

"I wouldn't be so hasty." Strange smiled, head jerking to the shrine. Anakin slowly turned around again. The book was floating by itself, pages rapidly turning. He shielded his eyes from the glow. Seconds later, it suddenly died down.

He lowered his arms, seeing a single page with a mandala on it. He recognized some of the signs. The rest were unknown, either languages he hadn't seen or ones he had yet to learn. The complexity was mind-blowing.

Strange whistled. "A temporal restoration spell. That's one way to do it."

"Congratulations, kid. Though, this is going to bring the whole galaxy's attention to you. Be ready."

Anakin raised his head, his eyes blazing hotter than the twin suns of Tatooine. "I will be."

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Fort Freedom

"Let's say I have a way to restore Kalee to its former state. Who would I have to speak to?" he asked Corlen. The book would handle most everything. He, however, had to be ready for the aftermath.

Corlen looked left and then right first to see if anyone else heard them. "Qymaen jai Sheelal. He was the warlord who united the tribes against the Yam'rii. Last anyone's heard, he was working for the Banking Clans to save his people. He is unlikely to be planetside."

Unfortunately, there wasn't a diplomatic channel they could establish to reach the next person in charge.

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Kalee

Kaleela

Reaching the planet was simple. He was able to find a live feed of the Banking Clan, which displayed the relief efforts on the planet as propaganda. A swish of his hand and he was standing on the desolate planet.

He had to cover his mouth.

The dust and smoke in the air were thick. The planet was in an even worse state than the rumors painted it as. Gray, lifeless skies; desolate plains; no hint of vegetation. The city before him, the closest location the many tribes had to a capital, was overflowing with tents.

With Qymaen off the planet, his second in command, Bentilais san Sk'ar, was the governor of the planet. He had no idea where to find him. Kaleela was a cultural and trade hub where the tribes met under peace. Bentilais would be on one of his tribe's many strongholds.

He would let them come to him.

He walked towards the outer walls. Families were huddled together, eating what meager food the Banking Clans deigned to share. They weren't in any condition to question what a human was doing in their world.

It was time to get their attention.

The Cloak of Levitation raised him to the sky. It was slow and deliberate so everyone could see him. He didn't want the Banking Clans to spin this to their advantage. Those predatorial bastards would do everything in their power to claim they had restored Kalee simply to exploit the population more.

Warriors they were, so they acted as warriors.

Blasters were pointed at him, but no one fired. Kalee might be under crippling sanctions and a trade embargo, but they still knew what was happening across the galaxy to a degree. The Sorcerer of Tatooine had shaken the galaxy in the short time he was known.

No one wanted to be the first to shoot.

Anakin spread the Book of Vishanti open, laying his hand on the page with the spell. He pulled the mandala out of the book and raised his palm to the sky. The mandala broke the thick, dark clouds apart. The spot it created was the size of an ordinary mandala, simply in pure white.

He poured everything he could into the circle.

It began to expand, pushing the clouds further apart.

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Within seconds, every Kaleesh across the planet saw the white barrier cover the sky. When it reached its climax, a veil of pure, bright white light blinded the population. For one second exactly, Kalee glowed brighter than the system's star.

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The white glow disappeared as quickly as it appeared. The people of Kalee didn't have the time to comprehend what had happened. Some thought another misfortune had befallen the planet. First the war, then the sanctions and the starvation that followed.

Just another punishment they did not deserve.

When they stood on green, pristine grass, when the poisoned, gray waters ran crystal clear, when the forests that were long gone cast their shades on the earth, when the sound of animals, long gone and almost forgotten, graced their ears once more, when the air was clear and fresh to breathe in without a worry, the Kaleesh thought they had finally stepped into the Abode of the Ancestors.

Only, the droids of the Banking Clans and the Sorcerer of Tatooine were still here.

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Anakin stood above the city, floating only because the cloak refused to let him fall. The spell had drained him out, leaving the young sorcerer swimming between dreams and reality. The Book of Vishanti, with its purpose of restoration over, closed. The echo it left behind snapped Anakin awake.

He struggled to breathe.

The cloak lowered him down, right into the center of the city. The people ceased their celebrations for a moment, flooding towards the Sorcerer. He landed, his knees almost giving out. The cloak kept him on his feet. He kept his head down to not compromise his image.

"If your leaders want to talk, I will return in three days," he said. He opened a portal, one that was tight and flickering. He was barely through before it collapsed.

The Kaleesh stood there for minutes, trying to comprehend.

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Tatooine

Sanctum Sanctorum

He fell on his knees and hands, feeling his vision get blurry.

"Ani!" his mother called, running to his side. She turned him over, laying his head on her lap. Her hands swept his damp locks to the side.

"He overexerted himself. He just needs to rest," Strange said. He created a stretcher beneath his apprentice, floating him up to his room.

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Scipio

"What?" Qymaen hissed. He barely had time to breathe from the incessant tasks of the Banking Clans. He didn't wish to spend it listening to his Izvoshra's insane claims.

Bentilais blinked, but the glazed look in his eyes remained. "The Sorcerer of Tatooine. He restored Kalee," he said with a flat, emotionless tone.

Qymaen slammed his fist on the console. "Are you under the influence of something, Bentilais?" They were all going through harsh times. It didn't mean Bentilais would break and resort to chemicals.

He could be poisoned.

"No, forgive me. I am simply in shock." Bentilais shook his head. His yellow eyes cleared up and he stood straight.

"Everyone on Kaleela saw him. He covered the planet with a barrier. There was a short, blinding glow, and I found myself standing among the trees."

Qymaen let himself fall onto his seat, blinking. "What did he want in return?" Nothing in this galaxy was free. The assistance of the Banking Clans came with so many leashes he felt himself choke each day.

Restoring Kalee to its verdant days wasn't a favor one would do without expecting anything in return.

"Nothing. He just said he would return to Kaleela in three days if our leaders wanted to speak. Qymaen, you must be here," he said, his voice carrying a tone he had only heard in their war against the Huk.

Hope.

"Does the restoration include farm lands?" he asked. Even if the planet were hospitable once again, they didn't have the infrastructure to grow food. The bugs had made sure of that. Even in this scenario, their dependency on San Hill might continue.

"Yes. As we speak, our people are harvesting what they can. We still need tools and machines, but we have enough."

"Then we are done with the Banking Clans. I will return to Kalee immediately," he said, ripping the comlink out of his arm.

He needed a ship.

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Kalee

Sleep evaded him. On most days, he would have taken drugs. The countless battles that had to be fought for the Banking Clans required him to rest. Whenever he didn't take the medicine, Qymaen would spiral deep into his mind.

His mate would always be his first thought. Her death would play in his mind over and over again. Until he swore bloody vengeance against the Yam'rii once again. Vengeance that he could not take.

All because of the Galactic Republic.

He was awake for a different reason this time.

The thought that he would see his home, not as it is but as it was, filled him with something he had long forgotten. A feeling he had abandoned the day he saw the first of his people starve to death.

Hope.

He heard the mysterious Sorcerer's deeds. How he had slain Jabba the Hutt, another slaver no different than the Yam'rii. How he had freed Tatooine and, most recently, his crushing defeat of a force far superior to his own. It reminded him of their war.

Even if they had not met, he felt a kinship with the Sorcerer. A warrior who had promised to eradicate slavery. A deed he couldn't fulfill against the bugs.

Beyond the impossibility of it, he failed to understand why the Sorcerer would go to the trouble of restoring Kalee. What did he hope to gain? The only thing his world could offer was their warriors.

Warriors that were in no condition to go to war.

The planetary economy was in ruins, only kept together by the Banking Clans. They couldn't produce weapons or ships nor could they buy them. There were no special resources on Kalee to leverage.

The Republic and the Jedi had seen to that.

The blue and white of hyperspace finally came to an end. Qymaen felt his throat tighten. Even from the exit point, he could see the change in Kalee. The brown and black blots were gone. His eyes feasted on the greens, the blues, the whites.

His sight blurred.

Qyman raised a finger to his right eye, trying to clear his vision. His finger came back wet. He slowly raised his head, looking at his reflection on the reflective surface of the ship.

He was shedding tears.

He remembered the last time he had cried. He had promised himself to never do it again. To never be so weak.

He directed his ship to Kaleela's outskirts, towards the Forest of Alaamar. It was one of the first locations the Yam'rii had stripped to break their spirits.

It looked even better than he remembered.

He walked out of the ship, approaching the nearest tree with uneven steps. He stretched his hand, ready to touch the tree. He pulled back for a moment but pushed forward, undeterred. He felt the rough surface of the bark on his skin.

Slowly, Qymaen slid down to his knees, his forehead leaning against the tree, and passed into blissful oblivion.

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Corlen leaned closer, speaking in a rushed tone. "Someone wants to speak to you. She says her patron can offer us weapons for our cause."

He raised a brow. Now that was surprising. "In return for what?" What could this person want? The Mystic Arts were certainly one since Tatooine did not possess any natural resources worth mentioning.

He shook his head. "She didn't say. She only requested a private meeting and promised to make it worth our time."

"No harm in hearing her out then," he said with an airy tone, getting up.



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[Kage]

Why didn't he return tatooine to the garden World it used to be?

 

[shadyshadow_1776]

Why didn't he return tatooine to the garden World it used to be?

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As far as I know tattooing once be a jungle world is mostly forgotten myth in Cannon so that's probably why