Coming back from the Realm of the Force was not something one typically did. Doing so in a different galaxy and universe? Unheard off. At least for the no wayward Anakin this new galaxy gives him the opportunity to be a father he had been denied. If only it wasn't in such a hostile galaxy.
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Son of Suns (Star Wars/40k)
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(A/N) This was made around the same time as my other 40k story. Yes, my previous Star Wars story influenced this one.
Yellow. That was the color of the crystal that had come out of the special forge and was brought up to the man who was looking at it. The crystal was held up and inspected. Physically, it seemed to be perfectly cut. Small enough to be held within two fingers.
Off to the side was a host of similar ones. Some blue, others green, and one was red. Each one a failure that slowly got better and better. "It's not the color I would have wanted, but I'll take it."
It had been over a year since he had woken up. Finding himself alive again in a strange new world. How it had happened, he did not know. One of his last memories was being dead, becoming a Force Ghost, and after that, some time observing events.
What Anakin did know was that he wasn't in his galaxy anymore. Neither was this the universe that he knew of. The Force still called to him, but around him, it was as if everything was off. A hollow echoing void was what he was feeling. At least he had appeared like how he was when he had fallen. Not that he had any sort of vanity at not being as old as he should be.
"All this just to feel something familiar in my hands," Anakin had a chuckle to himself as he looked over the parts he had. Technology whose architecture was different from what he understood.
Modifications and some workarounds. His talent with machinery helping him with the redesigns that where needed. Placing the crystal within it, Anakin did a double check. It was longer than he would have liked. More like a saber staff, and a bit heavier. An issue he can get over with some training.
Holding it out, he ignited the saber. A blade of contained plasma formed and shot out. Glowing a bright yellow with a slight burning to the edges of it. A smile formed on Anakin's face as he looked at the blade. As he did, his mind moved through the events of his life with it.
The good, the bad, and everything in between. A lifetime of pain and suffering, some of which he inflicted on others. Yet, despite all of it, there was also the joy, love, and camaraderie. Both of which he accepted about himself.
Anakin's POV
Cold night air greeted me as I stood outside the night sky of Taris. How many days had been at that forge creating the crystals for my lightsaber? "Probably going to get an earful for being gone longer than I had said."
I took a moment to think about the last year since I woke up in this strange world. Taris, a world that had been cut off after some kind of galactic cataclysm. Travel was difficult beyond the system at the best of times for them. If only the records weren't so hard for me to read. Comprehend Speech did not grant one the ability to read a written language.
It did explain everything when it came to technology, it seems. There were a lot of it across the world, but understanding it was limited; replication was a painfully long process based on what their ancestors had left for them. Much was breaking down or had broken down.
Honestly, I should have expected that it would lead to me being brought into the patronage of one of the Noble Clans of this world, all because I was good at fixing some of the things. Admittedly, part of it was the Force, but the Force is apart of me.
I wonder what Luke and Leia are doing right now? When I had stopped paying attention to the events of the galaxy, the Galactic Civil War had finally ended, and Luke had gotten married to Mara Jade. Never thought she, of all people, would be Luke's wife!
Sometimes I wished that I had made my presence known to him at that moment. Yet, the same thing had stopped me from doing as Leia and Solo had when they got married. I knew that despite being their father… I had never really been worthy of it.
Father. Sure, Luke would call me that, and in a way, he would mean it, but that was just him. Even then, his feeling was more for the man he thought of me as. Not the man he truly knew. The less said about what Leia thought of me, the better, and I deserve every bit of it.
Still, it would be nice to have another shot at being a father. Taking another look up I think I saw something in the sky. It was a shooting star that seemed to be flying through the sky. Flying rather lower in the sky and down into the distance.
Yeah, that wasn't a meteorite that had landed, and there was something off about it. My instincts, the Force itself, were telling me that much.
When I got to where the object had impacted, I was greeted by a small clearing and a sight that I wasn't expecting. Maybe it was failing debris from a starship, one of the satellites in orbit, or even just a meteorite. No, what was there in the clearing was some kind of capsule with something inside it.
This didn't make sense. I knew that Fusou had space travel of some sort, but this wasn't anything like an escape pod. "Something isn't right about this."
Walking up to the pod, the first thing I could see was some sort of symbol. As I got closer, the pod seemed to open with a strange fluid that seemed to drip out a bit. Inside of it, though, wasn't what I was expecting to see. It was a youngling, a baby that seemed no older than two years old at the most.
"Why would someone send you crashing down from space?"
Something was off about this. There was no way this wasn't by random chance. My instincts, the Force itself, were telling me as such. Reaching out for a moment with it, I had a Force vision. Something that I typically got with dreams, but that I wasn't a complete stranger to.
My vision showed a host of giant men clad in armor. Next were pods just like this one. Each scattered across different worlds, each one flashing in my mind. Worlds that I had no idea where they even are, and nothing more than a faintest understanding that almost none of them landed here.
My vision ended as my focus pulled back to reality. I looked down at the youngling before me. My mind raced about the vision that had happened as I tried to piece it all together. "What are you?"
My question had no answer. What I knew was what I could see from the pod, and from the vision. He wasn't born naturally, a clone of some sort, or perhaps something else?
Third POV
Taris was, by some accounts, a harsh world. It was dry for much of its large single continent. Deserts and arid grasslands covered much of the surface, but the continent had temperate forests and large mountain ranges with some holding large snow caps. When it was colonized, and why it was, was lost but the people had known they were not native to the planet.
In their isolation, a culture of clans and tribes had formed. Great cities had formed around the core of their Great Clan forts, turning into something of a fortress city. Anakin, if he was being honest, noticed similarities between them and a few other such cultures from back in his old universe.
Anakin walked into the fortress city, where he was greeted by the usual day-to-day. Some of the warriors about, people going over daily tasks, and a few even giving a slight bow to him. Something that was given for his place within society that he had gained.
The Citadel at the heart of the city was before him. Large and imposing it was designed much like a castle that would be used more so for defense than some of the Great palaces back in his galaxy. "Huh, there is our head Tech-Smith."
As Anakin walked in, he turned over, seeing an older man dressed in a formal military outfit with armor on it. At his hip was both a blade and a gun. "Well, as you can see Majordomo, I am, and that I'm not alone."
Anakin held the toddler in his arms. Something that had caught the Majordomo off guard. "A kid? Wait, you had a kid?"
"Well, not exactly."
Majordomo Narek had been with the Clan Kar for his whole life. Born into it as his father had been Majordomo before him, while his son was being trained to take over his position from him when the time came. Anakin Skywalker sat before him with the young boy he had found.
His opinion on the Tech-Smith, the new head Tech-Smith, as he had proven more gifted at fixing machines than had been expected, was a bit mixed. He hadn't been one to talk about his past, nor was he one who had been with them long enough to dismiss all doubts, but he hadn't shown any signs of being a spy. Some level of trust was to be given.
"So, you found him in the wilds?"
Anakin had explained that after his retreat into the wilds, he had found the child in the area. He was vague enough on the details, but Geralt had to guess that something was to do with the cylinder device around Anakin's waist.
'Some do practice death by exposure, but it's rare,' Most of the Clans area didn't do it, but Geralt didn't put it past some to cling to that practice. "So, what are you going to do with the boy then?"
The Clan did have a school for Orphans. Care can be given to them. Apprenticeship was offered as they grew up, giving them something of a father or mother figure in their lives. "I was thinking of adopting him."
"Adopting?" Narek was cut off from his thoughts at this. Adaption was what he was going to think, but given how young Anakin was, he didn't expect it. "Very, well I can make some arrangements for what you would need."
"Thank you."
Narek had a small smile at this. Though there was something that needed to be done for the child. If he was going to be adopted by Skywalker, he was going to need a name. "So, what is his name?"
A name? Anakin hadn't thought about that on the way here. Immediately, his mind went to the first name that came to him, but he shot it down. Calling the boy Luke didn't feel right. No, he was going to need to think of a different name.
There was a name that seemed to settle in his mind. Who knows, maybe he was watching over him even here in this far-flung reality, despite having retired into the Netherworld of the Force. "Obi-Wan, his name is Obi-Wan."
Anakin's POV
It was nice, you know. To have a second chance at being a father. Even still, I couldn't let this overtake something else. The questions on what had happened to Obi-Wan, why he had landed in the capsule, and where he actually was from.
The feeling I had in the Force was one that made me aware that the boy was more than he had seemed. There was a power within him, and his presence to me felt like it was containing something else.
"Obi-Wan?" Narek spoke the name for a moment. "Strange name."
"Well, you called my name strange when you heard it," I gave him a sly smile.
"Because it is," Narek just gave me an eye roll. The old man didn't really take to my words beyond mild annoyance, though he had seemed to have gotten used to it. "Who even has Skywalker as a last name?"
Yellow. That was the color of the crystal that had come out of the special forge and was brought up to the man who was looking at it. The crystal was held up and inspected. Physically, it seemed to be perfectly cut. Small enough to be held within two fingers.
Off to the side was a host of similar ones. Some blue, others green, and one was red. Each one a failure that slowly got better and better. "It's not the color I would have wanted, but I'll take it."
It had been over a year since he had woken up. Finding himself alive again in a strange new world. How it had happened, he did not know. One of his last memories was being dead, becoming a Force Ghost, and after that, some time observing events.
What Anakin did know was that he wasn't in his galaxy anymore. Neither was this the universe that he knew of. The Force still called to him, but around him, it was as if everything was off. A hollow echoing void was what he was feeling. At least he had appeared like how he was when he had fallen. Not that he had any sort of vanity at not being as old as he should be.
"All this just to feel something familiar in my hands," Anakin had a chuckle to himself as he looked over the parts he had. Technology whose architecture was different from what he understood.
Modifications and some workarounds. His talent with machinery helping him with the redesigns that where needed. Placing the crystal within it, Anakin did a double check. It was longer than he would have liked. More like a saber staff, and a bit heavier. An issue he can get over with some training.
Holding it out, he ignited the saber. A blade of contained plasma formed and shot out. Glowing a bright yellow with a slight burning to the edges of it. A smile formed on Anakin's face as he looked at the blade. As he did, his mind moved through the events of his life with it.
The good, the bad, and everything in between. A lifetime of pain and suffering, some of which he inflicted on others. Yet, despite all of it, there was also the joy, love, and camaraderie. Both of which he accepted about himself.
Anakin's POV
Cold night air greeted me as I stood outside the night sky of Taris. How many days had been at that forge creating the crystals for my lightsaber? "Probably going to get an earful for being gone longer than I had said."
I took a moment to think about the last year since I woke up in this strange world. Taris, a world that had been cut off after some kind of galactic cataclysm. Travel was difficult beyond the system at the best of times for them. If only the records weren't so hard for me to read. Comprehend Speech did not grant one the ability to read a written language.
It did explain everything when it came to technology, it seems. There were a lot of it across the world, but understanding it was limited; replication was a painfully long process based on what their ancestors had left for them. Much was breaking down or had broken down.
Honestly, I should have expected that it would lead to me being brought into the patronage of one of the Noble Clans of this world, all because I was good at fixing some of the things. Admittedly, part of it was the Force, but the Force is apart of me.
I wonder what Luke and Leia are doing right now? When I had stopped paying attention to the events of the galaxy, the Galactic Civil War had finally ended, and Luke had gotten married to Mara Jade. Never thought she, of all people, would be Luke's wife!
Sometimes I wished that I had made my presence known to him at that moment. Yet, the same thing had stopped me from doing as Leia and Solo had when they got married. I knew that despite being their father… I had never really been worthy of it.
Father. Sure, Luke would call me that, and in a way, he would mean it, but that was just him. Even then, his feeling was more for the man he thought of me as. Not the man he truly knew. The less said about what Leia thought of me, the better, and I deserve every bit of it.
Still, it would be nice to have another shot at being a father. Taking another look up I think I saw something in the sky. It was a shooting star that seemed to be flying through the sky. Flying rather lower in the sky and down into the distance.
Yeah, that wasn't a meteorite that had landed, and there was something off about it. My instincts, the Force itself, were telling me that much.
When I got to where the object had impacted, I was greeted by a small clearing and a sight that I wasn't expecting. Maybe it was failing debris from a starship, one of the satellites in orbit, or even just a meteorite. No, what was there in the clearing was some kind of capsule with something inside it.
This didn't make sense. I knew that Fusou had space travel of some sort, but this wasn't anything like an escape pod. "Something isn't right about this."
Walking up to the pod, the first thing I could see was some sort of symbol. As I got closer, the pod seemed to open with a strange fluid that seemed to drip out a bit. Inside of it, though, wasn't what I was expecting to see. It was a youngling, a baby that seemed no older than two years old at the most.
"Why would someone send you crashing down from space?"
Something was off about this. There was no way this wasn't by random chance. My instincts, the Force itself, were telling me as such. Reaching out for a moment with it, I had a Force vision. Something that I typically got with dreams, but that I wasn't a complete stranger to.
My vision showed a host of giant men clad in armor. Next were pods just like this one. Each scattered across different worlds, each one flashing in my mind. Worlds that I had no idea where they even are, and nothing more than a faintest understanding that almost none of them landed here.
My vision ended as my focus pulled back to reality. I looked down at the youngling before me. My mind raced about the vision that had happened as I tried to piece it all together. "What are you?"
My question had no answer. What I knew was what I could see from the pod, and from the vision. He wasn't born naturally, a clone of some sort, or perhaps something else?
Third POV
Taris was, by some accounts, a harsh world. It was dry for much of its large single continent. Deserts and arid grasslands covered much of the surface, but the continent had temperate forests and large mountain ranges with some holding large snow caps. When it was colonized, and why it was, was lost but the people had known they were not native to the planet.
In their isolation, a culture of clans and tribes had formed. Great cities had formed around the core of their Great Clan forts, turning into something of a fortress city. Anakin, if he was being honest, noticed similarities between them and a few other such cultures from back in his old universe.
Anakin walked into the fortress city, where he was greeted by the usual day-to-day. Some of the warriors about, people going over daily tasks, and a few even giving a slight bow to him. Something that was given for his place within society that he had gained.
The Citadel at the heart of the city was before him. Large and imposing it was designed much like a castle that would be used more so for defense than some of the Great palaces back in his galaxy. "Huh, there is our head Tech-Smith."
As Anakin walked in, he turned over, seeing an older man dressed in a formal military outfit with armor on it. At his hip was both a blade and a gun. "Well, as you can see Majordomo, I am, and that I'm not alone."
Anakin held the toddler in his arms. Something that had caught the Majordomo off guard. "A kid? Wait, you had a kid?"
"Well, not exactly."
Majordomo Narek had been with the Clan Kar for his whole life. Born into it as his father had been Majordomo before him, while his son was being trained to take over his position from him when the time came. Anakin Skywalker sat before him with the young boy he had found.
His opinion on the Tech-Smith, the new head Tech-Smith, as he had proven more gifted at fixing machines than had been expected, was a bit mixed. He hadn't been one to talk about his past, nor was he one who had been with them long enough to dismiss all doubts, but he hadn't shown any signs of being a spy. Some level of trust was to be given.
"So, you found him in the wilds?"
Anakin had explained that after his retreat into the wilds, he had found the child in the area. He was vague enough on the details, but Geralt had to guess that something was to do with the cylinder device around Anakin's waist.
'Some do practice death by exposure, but it's rare,' Most of the Clans area didn't do it, but Geralt didn't put it past some to cling to that practice. "So, what are you going to do with the boy then?"
The Clan did have a school for Orphans. Care can be given to them. Apprenticeship was offered as they grew up, giving them something of a father or mother figure in their lives. "I was thinking of adopting him."
"Adopting?" Narek was cut off from his thoughts at this. Adaption was what he was going to think, but given how young Anakin was, he didn't expect it. "Very, well I can make some arrangements for what you would need."
"Thank you."
Narek had a small smile at this. Though there was something that needed to be done for the child. If he was going to be adopted by Skywalker, he was going to need a name. "So, what is his name?"
A name? Anakin hadn't thought about that on the way here. Immediately, his mind went to the first name that came to him, but he shot it down. Calling the boy Luke didn't feel right. No, he was going to need to think of a different name.
There was a name that seemed to settle in his mind. Who knows, maybe he was watching over him even here in this far-flung reality, despite having retired into the Netherworld of the Force. "Obi-Wan, his name is Obi-Wan."
Anakin's POV
It was nice, you know. To have a second chance at being a father. Even still, I couldn't let this overtake something else. The questions on what had happened to Obi-Wan, why he had landed in the capsule, and where he actually was from.
The feeling I had in the Force was one that made me aware that the boy was more than he had seemed. There was a power within him, and his presence to me felt like it was containing something else.
"Obi-Wan?" Narek spoke the name for a moment. "Strange name."
"Well, you called my name strange when you heard it," I gave him a sly smile.
"Because it is," Narek just gave me an eye roll. The old man didn't really take to my words beyond mild annoyance, though he had seemed to have gotten used to it. "Who even has Skywalker as a last name?"
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