Jump 102: Star Wars: Classic Trilogy

Jump 102: Star Wars: Classic Trilogy
>Nine of Wands (The steeling of the will to stand or fall.)
Due to everything that happened during Clone Wars, the Classic Triology must stand on its own. No actions carrying over. Of course, the canon before was Legends anyway. Now we're into the new canon.
>Age: 27
>Location: Free Choice (Tattooine)
>Identity: Drop-In
>Bonus History: Force Sensitive (800)
So... at this point how strong am I in the Force? I'm a Jedi times over now.
>He's Dead, Right? (600)
Ah, that old fallacy. Never assume. Even if you have a body, you can still be tricked.
>Basic Powers (Free, Force Sensitive)
Sure, I basically know how to do all of these things already, but that's not the point.
>Force Stasis (200)
Selective freezing of people might be useful, I'll take it.
>Tutaminis (0)
A very silly name for a talent I already have, but it wouldn't hurt to increase my proficiency in it.
>Meditation Chamber (Free, Force Sensitive)
A nice place to relax? Sure.

And so it came to pass that a knock sounded upon the door of the Lars family. They found two men standing there, one nondescript and one wearing the face of someone who had died. We introduced ourselves, said it was a bit of a long story... and Anakin wanted to meet his son.

I quietly told Owen what the future held for them, and that I was there to ensure that they did not get turned into a pair of charred skeletons. And then I told them what I knew of Luke's future. The best way to deal with that... to allow Anakin to raise him for the next five or so years and train him in the ways of the Force. It didn't hurt that Anakin had his head on straight - but this wasn't the same Anakin that Owen knew. It took a bit of time, but he accepted this. (Meanwhile, Anakin smiled and nodded about Owen being his stepbrother, but Shmi had settled on Naboo and Owen came into existence in the previous universe.)

After that, I tracked down Kenobi, brought HIM over, actually remembered to take a picture of the look on his face, and... honestly, it was like reuniting two brothers. Even if it wasn't HIS Anakin, having him back brought a light to Kenobi's eyes that had probably been gone for years. I gave him a mandate: the Jedi must be rebuilt, and he would be the one responsible for passing the torch to the next generation (and incidentally preventing Ben from going full retard). Anakin would deal with Vader. And I would deal with the Emperor.

Time passed. Eventually, there was a shootout in orbit of Tattooine. An escape pod came down. When the stormtroopers came, Anakin and I were sitting there waiting. Oh, the droids? Jawas grabbed them. They were already trashed, though. Why were we here? Because we've got an appointment for dinner. With Lord Vader. When they called up that they had two men, one of whom identified himself as Anakin Skywalker, we were brought up there in quite the hurry. We laughed at their decision to restrain us, but played along for the time being.

While Anakin and I acted as a very large distraction, Kenobi and Skywalker rented passage on an aluminum falcon or something and got the hell off of Tattooine. In what I would assure everyone was an unexpected coincidence, Jabba the Hutt's palace was levelled by explosives that somehow were in the structure itself, killing everyone within. Due to problems of timing, Jabba was still in the starport while it happened, but losing that much meant his enemies came out of the woodwork, eventually killed him and a low-level state of war existed between them where they couldn't even shake down the local businesses without getting in each others' sights. But I digress.

We were taken to the Death Star along with Leia, managed to derail and prevent Leia's interrogation and instead Tarkin made his threats; the Death Star was in orbit of Alderaan, but when he ordered the crew to fire, there had been some sort of mysterious malfunction ensuring the primary weapon could not fire, with dozens of circuits fused and inoperable. The overhaul would take days. When the time came for the interrogation of myself and Anakin, I pointed out that the four of us (including Leia) needed to sit down and have a proper dinner, and that more guests would be coming shortly.

The bait for that dinner? I would freely tell him the fate of the children of Padme Amidala, which I thought would interest him. (Anakin managed to keep a straight face.) I'd already told Luke and Ben the plan, so when they were brought in, they were unsurprised when Vader himself boarded the ship and invited them (at saber point) to dinner.

Dinner was actually rather nice, aside from the whole sterile environment that it took place in. The staff cooked a princely meal, I verified that none of it was poisoned of course, and as everyone ate (including Vader), I started to tell the story.

>"Once upon a time, a servant boy fell in love with a queen. The servant boy worked diligently, escaped his cruel master, and apprenticed himself to become a warrior, a knight in shining armor. He only found it to be another kind of servitude, but thought that as long as he could be a hero, it would be worth it. In time, the young knight won her heart, and the queen became pregnant with his children." Everyone noted that Vader's posture changed at the word 'twins'. I kept going.
>"He kept having nightmares, knew they could come true, but the warriors he looked up to dismissed them. He told his friends, and the only one who took it seriously was a black-hearted man who pretended to be his friend. A man who claimed he could teach the knight how to save her, and then never took a single step in that direction. That man, in time, used his guile to gain the knight's allegiance, magic to bind him in a suit of inescapable armor, and treachery to take the kingdom for himself and slay all the other knights who were tasked with keeping the peace. The peaceful kingdom was turned into a militant empire. A dark place, better in some ways than what came before, worse in many others."
>"The emperor knew he never fully had the knight's allegiance, no matter what he did, because the knight's true allegiance was to his queen. A queen he was falsely told he'd slain after striking her. A queen who, in her final moments, gave birth to twins. The boy aspired to become a knight, and a wanderer and his companion met him and helped to train him to become the man his father sought to be. The girl was a princess, and her duty was to her kingdom. And in the queen's final breath, she named them: Luke and Leia."
>"Anakin Skywalker, I would like to introduce your children."

(Meanwhile, Han Solo and Chewbacca were still confused as hell; this amused me for so very many reasons.)

Over the course of the next two hours, Vader bounced between extremes in emotion. Happiness. Sorrow and regret. Rage. Anakin was the one who helped him through it - the man he might have become. The man he still wanted to become. And to Luke... it was an object lesson in the corruptive power of the dark side. The best intention one could possibly have, twisted to the darkest ends.

And then I hit Vader with a magical purification blast, stripped his armor from him, cured him and regrew all his old injuries, and he was an entirely new man. Quite literally. Anakin told him that the best thing he could do, if he wanted to make up for what he'd done, is take control of the military when Palpatine was taken down. Because I was already planning to do precisely that - go to Coruscant and eliminate him. After all, I'd already done it once before.

He destroyed his lightsaber on the spot. Anakin-the-younger smiled, handed him his own lightsaber, and told him that he was well on his way. And then, his purpose fulfilled, he gave his kids a hug, wished them well, and returned to the world he'd come from.

Vader was dead. Long live Anakin Skywalker.

Anakin and Kenobi promptly helped hijack the Death Star, sabotaged its communications, and announced to the crew that the reactor was going critical and all personnel needed to evacuate to the planet they were in orbit of. And they weren't wrong; I used my abilities to hijack control of the station, start making systems go haywire, and spook everyone into getting out. Everyone except us and Tarkin, anyway, because Tarkin is a bastard. He got sent to Tattooine. Because sand.

The Death Star jumped into hyperspace, came out of hyperspace in the outer Coruscant system, and proceeded to self-destruct, as a message to the Empire itself to anyone who cared to look. The Millennium Falcon took Luke, Leia, Han and Chewbacca to the rebels with a hefty bonus. Anakin went with me in my own freighter to Coruscant; while I went to the throne room, he went to assume control of everything. The guards trying to stop me were laughed at, rendered paralyzed, and the ones who were force sensitive had that ability ripped from them. When I reached the Emperor, he got the same treatment, and his body was so old and frail that he could not survive without drawing on the force. Which was hilarious. And it also meant that he couldn't play Force Ghost, so no immortality ever happened to him.

Anakin took control via the accepted protocols and the transition was handled with a minimum of problems; he took the title 'interim chancellor', reinstated the senate, and began the integration process to restore the Republic. The militarization was dialed back gradually, so recruitment was reduced, present members were given incentives to retire early, and things actually went pretty well overall. No splintering in the wake of the emperor dying.

It was a lot less bloody than I expected, quite honestly, I'm happy with how it turned out. And yeah, Han and Leia somehow still ended up together. As a parting gift, for shits and giggles, I made the two of them force-sensitive too.