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This story uses "Commonwealth" spelling, so extra "u's" may show up in some words and not be an error

I looked around the room at the convention center and hiked up my heavy belt; on one side of my belt was a holstered replica of a Star Wars heavy blaster pistol from the time period roughly forty years after the Battle of Yavin. On the opposite side of my belt I wore a pair of silver hilted lightsabers, normally this wouldn’t look that unusual, but the fact that I was wearing what appeared to be black and red mandalorian armour and a black cloak did make it unusual. My armour wasn’t even standard mando'ad armour either. I had incorporated many elements of ancient Mando’ad Neo Crusader Armour into my armour. However, my armour still gave me excellent mobility and the almost standard number of attached weapons for an average mando’ad. My armour was made with beskar alloyed with cortosis ore for improved resistance against lightsabers. The most recognizable element in my armour was my buy'ce, it was identical in pattern to the helmets there were owned by the Fetts, though my colours were different. The reason for my unusual dress was because I had created my own character in the Star Wars universe. He was a young Jedi Knight from the approximate time of the Legacy of the Force series. My character’s grandfather had been a clone from the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars, and his grandmother had been a Jedi Knight from the same time period. During the reign of the Empire his family had kept a low profile on Concord Dawn because the Empire would definitely want to get their hands on any force sensitive person and twist them to their ideals. Once my character was born though he manifested some very obvious signs that he was much more then either his mother or his father when it came to his abilities to sense the force. Hence when he turned ten he was sent to Coruscant for training at the Jedi Temple. Twelve years later he came home to his home system, a full Jedi Knight, and donned the armour that was his by right. He was something unique in the history of his people, a Mandalorian Jedi.

I was standing in the middle of a large courtyard in the middle of the large convention center looking at something that some nut-job had brought to the convention; it was a pair of full sized replica starfighters. One was a Eta-2 Interceptor painted in the same colours that Anakin Skywaker had used in Episode III The Revenge of the Sith in the opening scene. The second fighter was more my style, it was a T-65 X-wing painted in the same manner as Luke Skywaker’s X-wing in Episode IV A New Hope at the end of the movie when he blew of the Death Star. I had just closed my eyes inside my helmet and thought about what I would have this fighter look like for my character when the world changed.

I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I stood up and leaned against the port S-foil of the X-wing beside me, it was painted red and black with three different insignia on the s-foils and fuselage. The first two belonged to the Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, while the third was from my own culture. It was the symbol of the Mandalorians namely stylized skull of a mythosaur.

“Osik!” I swore in mando’a as I stood up, the thoughts and feelings of all of those around me came into my head through the Force. I breathed in and calmed my mind like Master Skywalker had always told me to at the main Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Now that I was calmed down I looked around and found someone else was standing beside the now jet black Eta-2 Interceptor. He looked at me and said

“What are you looking at Mandalorian?” I looked at him and noted that his eyes were glowing yellow red, a clear sign that the person was a Sith, and hence a threat to me since I was a Jedi. I shook my head and turned around to complete the pre-flight checks on my X-wing. I wanted nothing to do with this Sith Lord; I would leave that to Jedi Masters like Luke Skywalker, Kyle Katarn, and Corran Horn. When I finished my pre-flight checks I checked my own armour and told R9-Q7 to keep the converters warm in case we needed to get out of here in a hurry. I grabbed my Proton Carbine out of the storage compartment under the cockpit and headed off into the hall with my force senses keyed to their maximum sensitivity. The hallways inside were a scene of chaos. In one part of hallway a tight cluster of soldiers in archaic Clone Trooper Phase I Armour were milling around pointing their DC-15s at just about anything that moved. One of the clones looked down at my belt and noticed my two lightsabers before he snapped to attention

"General can you tell us what is going on?" In my mind I didn't know what was going but I knew from my history that it wasn't a good thing to tell the clones that sort of thing.

"Sergeant hold position here and try and keep things here under control. Under no circumstances do I want you to slot any of them. Is that clear?"

"Yes General, no slotting of the civilians."

"Ori'jate" I replied in Mando'a to tell the troopers that I was no Aruetiise but a Mando'ad. The reason for my using Mando'a was because most of these troopers at least understood a few words of Mando'a. They had gotten it from the ARCs and the Republic Commandos. I then continued on my way down the hall until I met a strange civilian in a black suit with a mirrored ocular enhancing device on his face. He looked up at me and then pulled some weird device out of his pocket and caused it to flash with a bright strobe of light that momentarily overcame the optic filters on my helmet's visor. When the glare faded I looked the man in the face and said

"What in the haran was that for you di’kut?"

"It was to help you remember who you really are." I looked at the man and said

"I know exactly who I am, I am Pieter Skirata Jedi Knight and Mando'ad."

"That's the problem before you came here you were just one of the countless hundreds that came to this event to enjoy the festivities and now you are someone else entirely."

"I don't care what you think you or'dinii mir'osik. I am who I am and no little flashy device of yours is going to change it." The civilian shook his head and then I felt a shift in the Force from behind me. I reached out and grabbed the hands of the second black clad civilian before I said “Trying to sneak up on Jedi isn’t something that many attempt and very, very few succeed at.” The second civilian shook his head and said

“I tried Kay but he was too quick for me.” I laughed at the two of them before I said

“You really thing that there is more to me than a simple Mando’ad Jedi Knight. Can you prove it?”

“We can prove it – if you will let us.” The first man, who the second had identified as Kay said.

“What do I need to do? And if you intend deceit I will be able tell if there is deception in you by the currents in the Force.”

“We’re here to straighten out this mess.”

“You mean this mess where there are Clones, Stormtroopers, and ka’ra knows what else.”

“Not just the troopers. Look around, you’ll see all sorts of strange creatures and monsters.”

“In a way you’re right, the only thing that I haven’t seen is a strill.”

“Don’t you think it’s strange that all these creatures are in this odd hall? And what is a Jedi Knight like yourself doing here?”

“I was...” I didn’t know what I was doing here. The last thing that I remembered was receiving my armour from my father back on Concord Dawn. “I don’t really know why I am here, if this is an assignment from Master Skywalker why don’t I remember it?”

“Now you’re beginning to understand. With this device we can open your mind to the truth of the matter.” I stretched out with my feelings but I could sense no deception on their part so I took the device in question from them and let advanced sensor matrix in my helmet scan it before I pulled it off and looked at it with my bare eyes and my Force sense. Finally satisfied that this wasn’t a trick I handed the strange device back to Kay and he activated it while I still had my helmet under my arm. As soon as the light faded the other man and asked me who I was. I looked down at the helmet that I was holding in the crook of my arm before I replied

"My name is Jason Hamilton IV."

"That's better, at least now you know who you really are."

“What the hell happened here?”

“You’re asking the wrong person kid? But as far as we can tell each person here has become in essence their costume.” I replaced my buy’ce back on before looked around and then gave a little nudge to the Force, now that I was sure of who and what I was, to try and get a hint of what was going on but there was too much disturbance, fear, and puzzlement for me to make heads or tails of it. I opened my eyes before I slowly told him,

“I can’t make heads or tails of this situation but I left a detail of fifteen clones back their in the hall to keep and eye on things to make sure that they don’t let things get too out of hand. Personally I’m going up to my room to pick up a few things.” The Man in Black nodded and then let me go on my way while he and his partner headed down the hallway that I had just come down.

When I reached my room I pulled my key card out of one of my belt pouches, thank goodness it was still there, and unlocked the door. The suite that I had rented out was known as the Ambassador Suite and it was second to only the Presidential Suite in size and luxury. I grabbed a few things and put them into a carryall and went out to the balcony. I was lucky because my balcony overlooked the central courtyard. So now instead of going through the hallways to get back down to my idling fighter I simply swung myself over the railing and down to the courtyards, using both the Force and the jetpack attached to my armour to achieve a soft landing beside the X-wing. I opened the storage compartment under the cockpit and swiftly jammed the jetpack, my carryall, and my Proton Rifle into the compartment before I closed it up.

“Took you long enough.” Came the comment from the droid socket behind the cockpit.

“Oh switch off Gett’ad.” I replied in a good natured banter. When I had received my knighthood I had received Gett’ad and this X-wing as part of the arrangement for me to join the Hardpoint Squadron, the Galactic Alliance’s Jedi Fighter Squadron. However now I was one of only a handful of Jedi Knights on Earth, though my heritage was definitely different from the rest of them. When the canopy of the starfighter finished closing I powered up the repulsors and brought my X-wing to a position that allowed me to rocket into the atmosphere with the S-foils in cruising position. The new engines of the XJ-6 allowed me to breach the atmosphere in less than ten minutes. As soon as the fighter reached orbit I shut down the drives and sat back in my ejection seat and closed my eyes in an attempt to meditate. A short time later the Eta-2 Interceptor came up beside me and opened a comm. Channel.

“What’s up?” I looked over at the fighter and then smiled

“Oh nothing really I’m just trying to get a handle on what happened down there.”

“You and me both.”

“You were playing Anakin Skywalker turned Darth Vader weren’t you?”

“Yes I was, but I managed to redeem myself, I don’t want to be a Sith Lord, they would have too much trouble in the world that we live in.”

“Oh and you don’t think that my being a Mando’ad Jedi Knight will make my life any easier?”

“Mando’ad?”

“Mandalorian.”

“Ah I see what you mean.”

“There aren’t very Jedi out there, but at least they are normal Jedi and not Mando’ad like myself.”

“You’re telling me. At least you are unique I think that there are at least five to ten versions of myself down there, not including the all of the Darth Vaders.”

“Did you see any other Mando’ad down there?”

“Oh there are a few, but they are all mainly recreations of two characters, either Jango Fett or Boba Fett.”

“So in other words both Mandalores are down there.”

“Mandalores?”

“Mandalore is sort of the Mando’ad Chief of State, and incidentally Boba Fett is my Mandalore, though any of the versions of him down there are liable to be a lot younger than the Fett that I know.”

“What do you mean?”

“My character was born in the year 19 ABY, while Boba Fett was born in the year 42 BBY and your character was born just over ten years before he was.”

“I can see what you mean. People down there are from all sorts of time periods and places. So what have you got planned now?”

“Well for one thing I’m going to the hanger that my father maintains so that I can store this thing, after all do you think that the government will allow me to keep it if they knew its capabilities?”

“I see what you mean. By the way do you think that you would mind storing this little thing? Since I don’t own any place to hide it from those same government forces.”

“Sure thing, just stay on my ten-o-clock and I’ll guide you down there.” As soon as I had finished saying that I brought up my forward deflectors to occlude the atmospheric friction of re-entry as I brought my fighter to point down and began my descent.

Twenty five minutes later I landed the fighter on the hardstand by the front doors to the hanger. Just as I did so my cell, which was in one of my belt pouches rang out its Imperial March and I pulled it out snapped it open and answered.

“Hello?”

“Jason are you alright? I heard that something weird happened at that convention that you were attending.”

“I’m ok mom, though you might have a hard time believing me right now. I’ll be home in half an hour, and I’m bringing a friend with me.”

“How are you going to manage that?”

“Easily because I’m at our private strip just outside of town, and please don’t ask me how I got here so fast. I’ll explain everything to you when I get home.”

“All right but for some reason you sound different.”

“As I said I will explain everything when I get home.” With that said I snapped the phone closed and then turned to the young Anakin Skywalker and said.

“Now we have to get a ride.”

“I should certainly hope that won’t be a problem.”

“It won’t, since my father always has a car onsite in case he has to come home from business on one of his private jets.”

“What does your family do for a living to be this rich?”

“Oh we own a number of oil fields, diamond mines, gold mines and my father is a professional stock broker with one of the largest firms in Canada. I have followed in his footsteps, though my expertise is in high tech armaments.”

“So this weird event will benefit your company.”

“That is if I can figure out how my weapons work, and how to duplicate those mechanisms.” Before I went anywhere I collected my things from the storage compartment in my X-wing. I had just turned around when a voice asked me

“You really think that you’re going to leave us here?” I turned around to find both R2-D2 and Gett’ad standing on the hardstand facing both me and Skywalker.

“Might as well let them come, otherwise we’ll never hear the end of this.” I muttered a few choice oaths in Huttese under my breath before I went over to the front of the hanger with Skywalker and the droids in tow. In the small garage that I had there was, as I expected a car sitting inside. This car was a 2006 Maybach Series 62 Limo. I shook my head and then used the Force, along with Skywalker to get the droids into the back seat before I drove the car home.

Half an hour later just as I was pulling everything out of the car my mom came into the garage and saw me. I could tell that she was about to yell so I took of my buy’ce and projected calm through the Force before I said

“Mom relax it’s me.”

“You look different Jason.”

“Well under the circumstances you should be glad that I’m still human. There are a lot of people who went to that convention who aren’t even human any more.”

“So what are you then?”

“I’m a Mandalorian and a Jedi Knight.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Try telling that to all of the Clones and Jedi that are still in the convention center, or for that matter tell it to my comrade.” She turned and looked at him and he held out his hand and said

“Simon Jackson, though some people out there will probably call me Anakin Skywalker, since that is who I now resemble.” Mom looked him up and down with a critical eye before she finally said,

“I can see that now.” She turned to me and then asked “What’s with all of that armour? As I recall from the movies the Jedi don’t wear that kind of armour. The only ones who wear armour like that are bounty hunters.”

“This armour is Mandalorian Armour mom and just because Jango and his son Boba are bounty hunters doesn’t mean that they aren’t also Mando’ad. In fact to Mandalorians being a bounty hunter is a perfectly reasonable job since it suits their temperament.”

“I thought you said that you were a Jedi.”

“I also said that I was Mandalorian hence the armour and helmet.”

“What was that word that you used earlier? Mando’ad, what does it mean?”

“The translation into basic means Son of Mandalore or more simply Mandalorian, both of which are true in my case, though my character is originally from Concord Dawn.”

“This is confusing.”

“You’re telling me. When I first was turned into what I am now I was so convinced that I was my character that I was almost prepared to kyr'amur anyone who said otherwise.” From the puzzled look on her face I could tell that I had slipped back into mando’a again. “What I meant mom was to kill, that is what kyr’amur means.”

“Why do you keep using terms from that language?”

“I use it because for my character Mando’a is his first language.” My mom shook here head before she said,

“I guess that you need to place your things in your room. At that point Gett’ad pointed asked,

“Is there anything that we can do?” Mom looked around before she noticed the two droids who were standing beside the car.

“What on earth are those things?”

“Those things, mom, are our astromech droids. They help us with flight controls in our fighters.”

“Fighters, what fighters?”

“Well I have a T-65XJ-6 X-wing and Anakin over there as an Eta-2 Jedi Interceptor. I hope that you don’t mind but for now we’re storing them in dad’s hanger.”

“Well I guess that you have to have somewhere to store them.” I nodded before I replied,

“This is better than letting the government store them since they would never give them back.” Mom nodded before I told her that we were going down to the exercise room for a little sparing practice. I could tell from her expression that she was worried. “Don’t worry we’ll turn our weapons down so that they don’t cause any damage to the furniture in there.” With that said I guided Simon to the exercise room and pulled out my two lightsabers before I fiddled with the controls before I activated them. The two silver-white blades emerged from the hilts of the weapons and buzzed into existence with the characteristic hum that was known throughout the galaxy. Simon did the same thing with his weapon and soon we were sparing with ferocious energy. Anyone who didn’t know that we were actually sparring would think that we were actually trying to harm each other. At one point in the match I brought my two weapons together and connected their hilts to form a single double bladed weapon. When we finally stopped I bowed to Simon and said

“You are quite the duellist Simon, I don’t think that even Master Katarn would be your equal.”

“Master who?”

“Jedi Master Kyle Katarn, he’s been my fencing master for the past four years, the only person in the order who is a better swordsman is Grand Master Skywalker.”

“Let me guess, Luke Skywalker.”

“That’s right, he’s the Grand Master of the New Jedi Council. The council is comprised of Jedi Grand Master Luke Skywalker, Jedi Masters Cilghal, Kyp Durron, Corran Horn, Kyle Katarn, Saba Sebatyne, Mara Jade Skywalker, Tresina Lobi, Kenth Hammer, and Kam and Tionne Solusar.”

“Are you meaning that the Jedi of your time period are permitted to marry?”

“Yup, otherwise the order would die out in relatively short order because there are so few of us. In fact right now when we get organized I believe that having Jedi marry would be the only way to ensure that people like us will continue to survive.”

“Well you shouldn’t be so modest Jason you are also an excellent duellist. One thing that I noticed was the fact that you were quite familiar and practiced with your double bladed weapon. I haven’t seen very many jedi who are any good with a weapon like that.”

“Ever since I joined the order when I looked into the old records I found that using a double blade suited my temperament. It took me quite a while to get myself prepared to start using it. My fencing Master Kyle Katarn was skeptical when I told him that I was going to take up the Form V style with a variable weapon that could either be two lightsabers or a double bladed weapon.” Simon nodded slowly before he asked me,

“What then are your short term plans?”

“Well we have to get back to Xanadu so that I can pick up my car and check out the other Jedi, and Mando’ad that are still there.”

Two days later we both sat in first class seats on a Canadian Airlines 767 to Miami Florida so that we could return to the Xanadu convention. I was slightly uncomfortable because I was wearing civilian clothing instead of my mando armour, and my lightsabers were in a storage compartment over my head. The only weapon that I had on me was shoto lightsaber, which was concealed in my left boot. I had managed, through simple misdirection and the use of a Jedi Mind Trick to ensure that no one in the departure terminal had recalled that the metal detector had gone off when I had walked through it. Simon though had told me that with Force no Jedi is without options.

“Simon I may be a Jedi but I’m also mando’ad, my people don’t feel comfortable when we are completely unarmed. That is why I had to make them not know that I was carrying a shoto.” He had nodded before returning his attention to his champagne, which was complementary for us.

“Is flying first class always like this?”

“Yup, though normally I like to use one of our company jets, but in this case that would be an abuse of my position.” He nodded and sat back to enjoy the flight.

Ten hours later I unfolded myself from my seat and collected my carry on bag from the overhead compartment before I nudged Simon from his sleep to indicate to him that we had arrived at our destination. He looked up at me, shook his head and retrieved his own luggage before the two of us debarked from the plane and went to collect our tagged baggage. In his case that was precisely nothing, but in my case it was my armour and standard weapons load, minus my jet pack, which I had decided to leave at home with the droids. We had already decided that as soon as we could we would sneak back into Xanadu so that we could collect our things and consult with our colleges about what we were going to do next. However before we got there in our rented car we stopped at a local park where I quite thankfully changed out of my civilian clothes and back into my armour, though I left my buy’ce off so as not to get anyone’s suspicions up. Over my armour and weapons I wore a long black greatcoat, I left my helmet and cloak inside my carry on bag while I placed the bag with my civilian clothes into the trunk of the rental car. Getting back into Xanadu was easy when you were a pair of Jedi Knights, all we had to do was the blank the memories of the guards of the several seconds that it took to pass by them. Once inside I removed my jacket, replaced my cloak and helmet before I asked one of the other guards where the Jedi were currently located. He looked at me for a second before I opened my cloak wide enough for him to see my two silver hilted lightsabers at my side and he nodded,

“The Jedi are in a meeting in room 745 on the seventh floor, east block.” First we went to my suite where I placed my bags before heading to the room that the guard had mentioned to get into the meeting. I hoped that everything would eventually work out in the end.