Amir pulled himself from his thoughts as Obi-Wan's hut came into view in the distance. Climbing the slope to the high ground, he gazed at th
Amir pulled himself from his thoughts as Obi-Wan's hut came into view in the distance.
Climbing the slope to the high ground, he gazed at the small dwelling—built not underground like many Tatooine homes, but atop a pile of rocks, crafted from stone. It might be hot, but it had windows for light and a wide view of the surrounding area.
"Is anyone there?"
No reply. Amir called out twice more, then simply sat down at the door.
He had to admit, the environment here was truly harsh. Any species that could survive in such a place was a product of intense natural selection.
No one would choose to live here if they had other options.
If one wanted a place to settle down, Coruscant was the most convenient. Find a quiet district, buy an apartment—every modern amenity at your fingertips. But everything was high-rises, and it lacked any connection to nature.
Amir's favorite place was Alderaan. Ever since he went there with Sain, he'd dreamed of settling down on that world.
A pristine planet, largely untouched by industrialization. A subtle balance between civilization and wilderness. Rolling green mountains, deep blue streams, trees growing freely, and wildlife running across the land—the very air was infused with the fragrance of nature.
And yet, it wasn't backward. On the contrary, Alderaan was a highly influential Core World. For a long time, it had been a center of galactic politics, culture, and exploration.
Politically, it held great sway in the Senate. Its current senator and Viceroy, Bail Organa, was deeply respected across the galaxy.
After being heavily damaged during the Clone Wars, Bail declared that all weapons were banned on Alderaan and issued a statement of peace.
It was also the birthplace of The Shining Center of the Galaxy movement.
Culturally, Alderaan's white marble University was every scholar's dream. Its atmosphere of learning and freedom remained vibrant.
And the planet played a major role in galactic resource development by helping explore and survey numerous other systems.
But Amir knew that in just ten years, this beautiful planet would be annihilated by the Death Star. Over two billion peace-seeking lives would vanish in an instant.
He wanted to stop that from happening.
When Amir first began recovering his past life's memories, he'd intended to just go with the flow—open a little shop on Coruscant, live quietly, let the story unfold as expected, with the Empire eventually defeated and the galaxy set back on its proper course.
No regrets.
But after Sain took him to Alderaan, that resolve wavered.
Then, after enrolling in the Imperial Academy, Amir learned the full extent of the Empire's atrocities—how they brainwashed civilians and covered up their crimes. His desire to resist only grew.
Yet he knew he wasn't strong enough. What could a normal person really do in a galactic war?
A single grenade might be the end of him.
So he kept searching for ways to become stronger. During his two years in the Empire, he poured himself into studying mechanics and starship piloting.
What encouraged him was that, during one of his meditations, he began to feel the presence of the Force. From then on, manipulating the Force became part of his daily training.
He started with moving objects, then expanded to sensing his surroundings. But training blindly would never achieve the results he needed.
And with recent battles revealing just how weak he still was—he couldn't even take down an Inquisitor—he realized he needed something more.
A teacher.
But finding someone skilled in the Force was nearly impossible. In this massive galaxy, there were only a handful of Jedi left.
Master Yoda would be ideal, but he was hiding on some swamp world, meditating on how to commune with Qui-Gon Jinn.
Amir had no idea what that planet was called. He'd found a few matches based on descriptions, but they were all entire worlds.
And he wasn't Luke Skywalker. He didn't have Yoda's guidance through the Force.
So that left Obi-Wan Kenobi—Amir's most desired mentor.
Obi-Wan was powerful. During the Clone Wars, he had fought alongside Anakin Skywalker to defeat the Separatists, wielding the Force and lightsaber skillfully enough to slay General Grievous.
He remained loyal to the Jedi Council and the Light Side of the Force to the end.
After the war, he defeated the fallen Anakin Skywalker and brought Anakin and Padmé's son, Luke, to Tatooine—Anakin's homeworld—entrusting him to his uncle and aunt. He then lived in hiding as "Ben Kenobi," silently watching over the boy.
That made him the most accessible Jedi Amir could seek.
There was also Ahsoka, but Amir still favored Obi-Wan, whom he deeply admired.
Plus, ever since Guligena gave him the kyber crystal, his dreams had kept pointing him to Tatooine.
So he came.
Waiting was slow, so Amir began meditating—familiarizing himself with the surroundings, sensing the world through the Force.
Finally, someone approached the hut, riding a yupi.
Amir stood up.
"Who's there?" The man wore a light brown linen robe, his shoulder-length orange hair streaked with white, and a scruffy beard giving him a rugged, weathered appearance.
"Young man, what brings you here?" he asked, dismounting and walking to the door. "There's only one house here, and an old man waiting to get older."
"I came to find you."
Amir turned to face him and drew a lightsaber from within his cloak—the one he'd found in the Jedi starfighter.
"Oh, a lightsaber… That brings back distant memories," Obi-Wan murmured, then opened the door. "Come in."
Amir followed him inside.
The hut was sparsely furnished—just the basic necessities.
"So what led you to find me?" Obi-Wan asked, settling into a chair.
"I had dreams. I saw this place in them. Something in the Force has been guiding me here," Amir answered. Though he'd planned this journey for a while, his recent dreams had given him clarity.
"In the past, when I meditated, I could feel countless ripples in the Force across the galaxy. But now… I feel very little." Obi-Wan seemed lost in memory. "But a few days ago, I felt your presence. Forgive my curiosity—that's how we became connected."
"I came here to ask you to train me," Amir said plainly.
"Train you… like a Jedi Padawan?" Obi-Wan fell silent for a moment, then asked, "And why do you want this training? What do you plan to do with it?"
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