Chương 169: How I Accidently-on-Purpose Saved the Galaxy by KellietaGray (Star Wars)
Summary: "I once said that anyone could destroy the universe. From the smallest orphan farmer boy to the richest king.
Now, I say that anyone could save it.
Those are words that I believe. And I will always believe in them. Because I was no one, and I saved the Galaxy. Mostly through chance, but I will take the credit for it anyway."
A girl wakes in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant with memories from a woman who has seen the Star Wars Movies. Now she wants to do everything she can to save as many lives as she can while also learning to be a Jedi and trying to keep herself alive in the middle of the clone wars. Darkness is hovering over every move, but it is perhaps not only her who can change things. After all, there are a lot of people in the universe at the moment. Who knows what might happen?
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24720742?view_full_work=true
Word count:135k(COMPLETE)
Chapters:44
Chapter 1: How One Chapter of Life Ends, and Another Begins
Chapter Text
"So, Nichole, what have you been up to recently?" My sister asked as she leaned in the door way of the room I had claimed. It was Thanksgiving and we were at our grandmother's house for the family gathering, but I had to work still.
Well, that might be an overstatement, but I didn't want to do it tomorrow, so I was doing it today. Mainly to get away from the cousins and my sister. I mean, I love my sister, don't get me wrong, but we don't always get along. And she should have really known that I didn't like that question. It's always about 'what am I doing now', and never just a 'hey, good to see you'.
I don't know why it was such a sensitive question for me, but when it came from her or someone who wasn't my mom, I couldn't stand it. I guess it's because it was personal, and a few months ago I might have been in a little bit of a rut. Nothing too serious, but enough for that question to just get under my skin.
"You know, a bit of this, a bit of that," I answered evasively with a shrug as I ignored her and continued to type away on the computer in front of me. I was hoping that by some miracle she would get the hint that I didn't want to be disturbed. Not that I held much hope, it never worked while I was in the office either. For some reason people just liked to talk to me just as my sister liked to bother me.
I had always had that effect on people. Or so it seemed. They just liked to talk to me, to say things to me. I once had a high school councilor apologize to me about being late to out appointment because she had to contact social services about a student she had met with before me. A student I had watched walk out of her office. And then she told me a few other things that I didn't need to know.
But back to my sister bothering me, I suppose that it might have been out of revenge. After all, I was the younger sister who had done my very best to annoy her when I was little. I took great pride in being annoying and obnoxious. And it had been adorable too as I couldn't pronounce either of those words as a child. That was the job of the youngest sibling after all.
"I hear you're working, anything interesting?" She pressed on. This time my hands did still to a stop as I did my best not to sigh at her. So much for avoiding social interactions with the relatives.
"Not really, just a bit of data entry. It's actually very boring but I'm being paid, so there is that." I answered her with a shrug as I swiveled the chair to look at her. And that was all that it was for now, but I had hopes that my success now would endear me to them and make getting a job in the programming department easier.
She hummed slightly before just standing there watching me. It was rather uncomfortable as she wasn't saying anything else and I was just sitting there like an idiot bobbing my head in awkward agreement. When that stretched longer than I was comfortable with, I turned back and poised my hands over the key board once more.
Of course, that was when she decided to speak again and said "I don't get why you are working now when you should be over with us celebrating." That once again had me choking back a sigh as I was swiveling in the chair to look at her head on. It was clear that so long as she was hovering over me, I would get nothing done.
"Look, I want to get this done so that I don't have to do it later. And just what would I be doing out there? You and the older cousins don't care to include me in anything, the younger ones have over grown the fact that I am the cool older cousin, and the aunts and uncles are always just playing pinochle. Face it; I would be sitting there doing nothing, so I might as well just do my work so that I can have a quiet day tomorrow." I snapped back at her. It was all true. She was five years older than me and the youngest of that age group while the other cousins were eight years younger than me. I was alone at these gatherings, and I didn't want to be bored out of my mind any more.
It wasn't like I hadn't done anything before this. My youngest cousin and I had been playing with a new Lego set that he had brought with him. It was a smaller Star Wars set that he had come to me to help put together, but he had gotten bored of that soon enough and had wanted to run around with the other boys. And that had left me alone with nothing to do.
"Fine," she rolled her eyes as she finally straitened and left the room. I was thankful to be getting back to the mind-numbing job that I was getting paid to do uninterrupted.
What I didn't know at the time was that the argument wasn't over. I had finished a few hours later and had been putting things away when just inside of the family room I got pounced on by her and a couple of the aunts.
First off, one didn't even live in the state and the other I hadn't even seen in two years, and second, I didn't want to take their bullshit. So, I might have weathered their nagging and then stalked by them to say goodbye to my mother and grandmother before leaving as quickly as I could. Not that it did any good, I could still hear them calling after me.
It amazed me that as a child I had loved these events. I used to have fun. Then the others became teenagers or the babies came in and I was suddenly the kid corral. And that sucked on so many levels and I was just so tired of all the nagging and the drama and the attempts at guilt trips.
I was not the most successful person in the world, I was not making that much money at the moment, and I had not finished collage because the environment was wrong for me and I had no support or help while I was there. I was basically a failure and they could stop rubbing it in my face. I still volunteered my time and took measures to make sure that I was doing something meaningful, but it was hard as my only supporter seemed to be my mother.
It was no surprise that as I was trying to drive home, I was also doing my best to force myself not to let go and cry. Their words and actions shouldn't have meant anything to me. I should have been stronger than this. I guess that really showed how much I let them get under my skin as I couldn't do it.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I pulled over in an attempt to not get hit my something my tear blurred eyes couldn't see. But the crying just wouldn't stop. It was during this, on the side of the road as I was trying not to break under the pressure of my family that a very loud horn sounded. As I looked up all I saw were a pair of head lights before the sound of glass shattering and metal warping filled my ears. I wasn't even sure what was going on before I was surrounded by darkness.
…
But then, my eyes, different eyes than I was used to, but eyes that I knew instinctively still belonged to me snapped open with a startled gasp. I was in a place that I knew, but at the same time I didn't know. I was just Nichole, but now my name was Nemira. This all made no sense.
"Startled you were, what seen have you?" A high yet gravelly voice asked and I turned to look at the small man sitting in front of me. There were also other kids as well, all around eight I would say. But the man was the most interesting thing in the room. He was short and green and wrinkly and his ears were pointed.
I knew him both in two ways. This was Yoda, the eccentric Jedi Master who trained Luke on Deigoba and who presided over the order in the prequel movies. But the other part of me knew him as Master Yoda, my finder and the one who taught me and the other younglings the mystery of the Force. It was very confusing.
But I knew that whatever was happening, I could not let it show, so I shoved the confusion away for a moment and re-centered myself in the Force as I had been taught before this. But that was also strange as a part of me didn't remember ever doing that before. But my mind reached out into the unknown, calling for the guiding light, and once that light answered readily, a sense of calm and lightness came over me. It was instinct, but it was also so very strange and alien, but I once again pushed that away to figure out when I was alone.
"I saw through another's eyes. I think she was sad. But then she was hit by a speeder. I wasn't expecting that." I tried to explain to the small master. My brows furrowed slightly as I did so, not quite sure if that made sense and wondering why truck was replaced with speeder. This was getting very strange.
"Hm," he hummed slightly "strong in the Unifying Force, you are. Of the present, mindful you must be."
I nodded my head like I understood, but only half of me did. The Unifying Force was what came and connected all of us together, it was what gave us Force visions of the future, it gave us the urge to move one way or another and it was what created the Living Force that took a bit more physical approach to things as it was the part of the Force that resided in all living this and helped them to grow. Though that was still confusing as, even if there was much research on the Force, Nemira was always told that the Force works in mysterious ways. Nichole had never known that there were facets to the Force to be learned; she assumed that the Force was just the Force.
The rest of the day followed along that path as two sets of reactions raced through my mind instead of one and the memories and life that belonged to Nemira washed over and asserted themselves as more important than the memories of Nichole that began to be filled away in a place that I could still reach them should I need to. There was only room for one of the names to mean something. Otherwise I might have ended up with multiple personality disorder.
I knew where I was at that moment though, and I suppose that gave me the most comfort. I was on Coruscant and with the crèche that the jedi watched over. I was just over eight years old at the moment and still learning things that I now somewhat instinctively already knew from the assimilated memories that had only just been received. I was speaking a language that was not English but called Basic, and though my memories for a moment were more English than Basic I spoke the second as if it was the one I was born to speak.
And on that note, I also knew basic communication in four other languages that I was given to study at the temple. I was also much better versed in politics than I had ever been before. It was strange, how though there were many different political systems crammed into my learning with my new more adult perspective I could now compare and contrast them in a way that I never had before. I also knew the important customs of certain peoples and how not to disrespect them.
But more than all that, I was not Human; I was Firrerreo. We were a near human species that were just different enough to confuse medical droids and scanners if they were not programmed for us. But it also explained how my eyes seemed to see colors differently than I had ever seen as Nichole before and why when I blinked I could feel a membrane close over them as well, or even solely blink with the membranes if I didn't want to lose sight of what I was doing.
That night as I looked into the mirror, I could see the other differences as well. Nichole had once been a very tall woman with dark brown hair and eyes along with being relatively plain. She was average besides her height. Nemira was not average, though she was only eight. Her skin had a golden hue to it as her eyes were a bright hazel to the point of almost being green or gold, and her hair was two tones a deep rich brown and a dirty blond that stood out. When the membranes of the eye came up the iris and pupil looked almost clouded. And her face so far was hinting at being beautiful. The shadow of a beautiful face was hidden under the childish look that had yet to fade. And when she smiled her canine teeth almost seemed like fangs.
This was also the Star Wars Universe. Somehow another universe had taken what had happened and made it fiction, had made it into movies that Nichole had watch once or twice. And for some reason she knew enough that the memories had been shared with someone within the universe for some reason or another. Perhaps it was as Master Yoda always would say, the Force works in mysterious ways.
Everything had changed. I was both Nichole and Nemira. Both were the same side of the coin. And yet, for all the years that Nichole had on the little Firrerreo, her personality was already being boxed up into the back. This was Nemira's body, and she was in control. Though some traits slipped through and the knowledge gained kept, Nemira was still the one who prevailed.
I was going to live. I was going to be a Jedi and when I was, I was going to do my very best to help people and keep as many people around me alive as I possibly could. My eyes shut and I fell asleep to that, knowing that tomorrow during morning meditation I would look back on my life and move on.
I had a job to train for, and I knew that in order to do it, I had to take every advantage I had while still keeping within the ideals of the light. Perhaps one day I would be a shadow, but first I needed to do what I could to get information and learn where my place in the galaxy would be.
Just before sleep claimed me, I could feel a pulsing in the Force, it felt like joy and pride and acceptance. I was on the right track; I knew that much.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24720742?view_full_work=true
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