In Exile: Year 1
Episode 4 Chapter 1
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Star Wars: Episode 4 - Hope Reborn
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Buffy Skywalker; Jedi Master, Slayer (female human)
Willow Rosenberg-Naberrie; Force-Sensitive Witch (female human)
Anakin Skywalker; Jedi Master (human male)
Padmé Skywalker (female human)
Obi-Wan Kenobi; Jedi Master (human male)
Aayla Secura; Jedi Master (female Twi’lek)
Bol Chatak; Jedi Master (male Zabrak)
Roan Shryne; Jedi Master (human male)
Ydra Kilwallen; Jedi Master (female Mirialan)
Teryl Sibwarra; Jedi Master (Female Kuat)
Zett Jukassa; Jedi Knight (human male)
Serra Keto, Jedi Knight (human female)
Olee Starstone, Jedi Padawan (female human)
Dawn Summers, Watchers, Jedi Padawan (female human)
Luke Skywalker, Force Sensitive (male human)
Qui-Gon Jin, Jedi Knight (male human)
Darth Vader (Jorus C’baoth), Sith Lord (male human
Nejaa Halcyon, Master Hand (human male)
Mara Jade, Emperor’s Hand (female human)
Wedge Antilles, Rebel Pilot (male human)
Lord Nigel Ambrose-Bellairs, Head, Watcher’s Council (male human)
Xander Harris, Watcher’s Council Representative (male human)
Rupert Giles, Senior Watcher (male human)
Faith Lehane, Senior Slayer (female human)
Wesley Whyndam-Pryce, Watcher (male human)
Winefred Burkle, Council Tech Specialist (female human)
Spike, Council Operative (male vampire)
Angel, Council Operative (male vampire)
It is a time of turmoil in the Empire. The Emperor’s deadliest apprentice, Darth Vader, leads the Imperial Army across the galaxy in a campaign of pacification. His Hands, Nejaa Halcyon and his apprentice, Mara Jade, have hunted down and destroyed many of the Emperor’s enemies. Through fear Emperor Palpatine rules the galaxy, a fear that would become all-powerful with the completion of his super-weapon, the Death Star.
But there are those who will not lay down for the Emperor. The Rebel Alliance has been growing ever since the Empire was first formed. Led by Bail Organa and Mon Mothma, the Rebels have finally achieved a victory over the hated Empire by managing to steal the plans to the Death Star. Secreted aboard the Senators ship and guarded by his legislative apprentice Leia Naberrie, the young Senator speeds towards the desert planet of Tatooine to enlist the aid of the Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn, but not before they picked up an unfriendly tail of an Imperial Star Destroyer.
Now, as the Rebellion comes head to head with the Empire, their last hopes lie in the hands of an aged Jedi Knight, a young moisture farmer with a pedigree steeped in the Force and a group of exiled Jedi, whose time has finally come to return and fulfill their duty….
Episode 4 Prologue:
In Exile: Year One
The first year of their exile was undoubtedly the hardest.
Giles had set the Jedi up in the new Joyce Summers Wing, a brand new building on the grounds whose construction Xander had been in charge of. It was originally meant to be a new dormitory/training facility for the hundreds of Slayers that had started popping up all over the world and was thus perfect for housing the resurgent Jedi Order. So the first week on Earth, the Jedi (along with some shanghaied Slayers) put the new dorm in order - laying out the training rooms, setting up the personal quarters and such. There was an outdoor courtyard area situated in the center of the building the Buffy felt would be a perfect place for a new room of a thousand fountains, which Xander gleefully went to work designing.
While they were getting situated, all lessons were put on hold. It was as much for getting used to their new surroundings as it was for the Masters to convene to hammer out a new code.
“You all know my opinions,” Buffy said at that first meeting. “Discuss.”
“I think Master Skywalker is right,” Roan Shryne said almost at once. “I know my record with the Order has been anything but spotless, but Buffy does have a point. We allowed a Sith Lord to obtain total control over our galaxy. If that doesn’t say we need to adapt, what does?”
“I concur as well,” Aayla Secura seconded.
“You would throw away our oldest traditions, then?” Teryl Sibwarra asked. The Twi’lek master shook her head, but was cut off by Master Chatak before she could speak.
“She doesn’t want to throw them away, Master Sibwarra. Indeed, we should endeavor to hold our ideals close to us. But that is not to say we should not grow beyond the limitations placed on us by them. Anakin Skywalker would very well have turned to the Dark Side had it not been for his attachments to his sister and his wife. Are you saying we should have denied him that?”
“Hindsight is twenty-twenty, Master Chatak,” Ydra Kilwallen observed. “From what Buffy has told us, it was Willow’s attachment to her girlfriend that drove her to the Sith.”
“Something that could have been prevented if she had been taken in by the Order and properly trained,” Buffy shot back. “But you are right. What I’m saying is that while we shouldn’t discourage or prohibit romantic or platonic attachments, we should teach caution and try to show our students how to control their feelings… and not let their feelings control them.”
Teryl sighed and then nodded. “That would seem to be a reasonable compromise.”
“And if they fail?” Ydra asked archly. This time Buffy sighed.
“Then we help them. That’s why we are here, after all.”
“There is one more thing we need to discuss,” Roan said, “the age limit.”
“If this has to do with Dawn…”
“No, surprisingly it doesn’t,” the Master replied. “When we return, we will be faced with the challenge of rebuilding the Order there. When we do that, we have to face the fact that many Force sensitive’s we find will be much older than we would like.”
“Then I propose we consider Dawn a test,” Chatak said. “Buffy was already and adult, but a trained warrior. Anakin was a small boy. Dawn is in the middle of the two ages and while she has some training, she is nowhere near her sister’s level. Let us see how her training progresses, then we shall see if there needs to be an age limit or not.”
“Then it is decided,” Roan said, rising from his chair. “May the Force be with us.”
Buffy made her way into the main building of the Watcher’s Council that currently housed both the Slayers and Watchers in rather close quarters. Buffy remembered talking to Faith when they had settled down at Polis Massa, where the Slayer had told Buffy of everything that had transpired since her departure. She remembered Faith telling her that, when the Scoobies had arrived, the Slayers were being housed in the servant’s quarters under the building (and being treated like servants, to boot). That had been changed for the most part before the Jedi had arrived, though a lot of Slayers were still being housed in the lower levels until Xander could complete the second new wing. But a lot of the Slayers and most of the Watchers were housed in the many rooms that adorned the old manor house the Council had taken over, which was where Buffy was headed now.
She made her way up the staircase and across the hall that overlooked the grand foyer. She passed the room that had been designated hers and that she in turn had passed on to Anakin and Padmé and walked past it, taking a left at the end of the hall and walking down towards the Slayer’s temporary quarters. As she approached Dawn’s room, she heard someone singing. Puzzled, she moved to her sister’s open door and saw Dawn sorting though several boxes, dancing in place as she sang out the song she was listening to on her walkman.
“Hey now you're an all star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a rock star get the show on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold…”
Buffy watched with an amused smile as her sister danced around the room, oblivious to her presence.
“She’s happy, now,” a voice said. Buffy turned as saw a young girl with short red hair lying on a bed in the room across from Dawn’s. Buffy recognized her as Vi, one of the Slayer’s Dawn had taken on. “She didn’t used to be like this. She was always so serious, so…focused. She spent all of her free time looking for you and Willow. Now, she can just be herself.”
Buffy paused to consider this while Dawn sung on.
“It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture…”
“She doesn’t want to be a Watcher, I think.”
Buffy spun and faced Vi, a surprised look on her face. “Really? When we talked, it seemed as if she enjoyed the job.”
“She enjoys working with the girls, myself included, I hope,” Vi responded glibly. “But she doesn’t like sitting on the sidelines, writing reports. She doesn’t like watching her Slayers get beat up. I think she mainly does it to make sure we get treated fairly. And to metaphorically spit in the face of Sir Nigel.”
Buffy chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Thanks for the info, Vi.”
“”No problem. Nice to talk to you, Buffy,” Vi replied, digging into her book once more. Buffy smiled and then turned back to Dawn’s room. Subtly she reached out with the Force and shut off the walkman. Dawn stopped singing suddenly and looked down at the Walkman, then spun around when she caught Buffy out of the corner of her eye.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Hey, Buffy!”
“Whatcha up to?”
“Just looking for some of my old notes on portal theory,” Dawn said, turning back to the boxes in front of her. “Fred wanted to look them over for the portable portal.” She shook her head. “We have got to come up with a better name for that.” Grunting in triumph, she pulled out the notebook in question and then turned back to her sister. “So, what’s up?”
“I wanted to talk to you about your training, actually. I realized I said that I was going to train you, but I never actually asked if you wanted to be trained. So I-”
Buffy blinked. “You’re sure? This won’t be a walk in the park, Dawn. There’re a lot of things you’re going to have to learn all over again.”
“Buffy, over the past few days, I’ve noticed a disturbing trend of Slayers doing exactly what I say,” Dawn replied patiently. “And I mean that - exactly what I say. I’m influencing them like you influenced Sir Nigel and I don’t like it. I don’t like inadvertently taking away these girls’ free will. That’s just too similar to what the old Council used to do. So I want to be trained. Teach me how to control this. Please.”
Buffy smiled and ruffled her sister’s hair. “Of course, you know that means this all has to go.”
“Don’t remind me.”
And so it came to be that Dawn officially became Buffy’s Padawan learner. The first thing she did was to tender her resignation from the Watcher’s Council to Giles, with the promise that she would always be on hand to lend a hand if needed.
The second thing she did was cut her hair.
The first week was the hardest for Willow. She spent most of her time holed up in her room, which was more like an apartment; it consisted of a small living room, a kitchenette off to one side and a bedroom with an enclosed bathroom. She rarely left the room, except for a few occasions in the dead of night to restock the kitchenette. She flat out refused to speak to anybody, especially Tara, and took to locking the door and sealing it magically, ensuring that nothing living would be able to get in.
So she wasn’t really surprised to see Angel and Spike sitting in the living room one night as she prepared to raid the kitchens.
“What’s this? Mass-murderers anonymous?” she asked tiredly, bowing to the inevitable and plopping down in the chair across from them.
“We were worried about you, Willow,” Angel said gently.
“And not just us, luv. Tara, Xander, Dawn… everybody,” Spike added. Willow just snorted.
“Meanwhile, back in reality…” she crossed her arms and glared defiantly. “I was a Dark Lady of the Sith, boys. I know that doesn’t mean much to you, but believe me - that means I was worse than the Master EVER was. I gave the orders that occupied worlds, that wiped out entire races. It was my orders that killed Buffy’s child. Oh, yeah. She didn’t mention it?” she said at their surprised looks. “That’s right, Buffy got engaged, had a child and lost them all because of my orders. So forgive me for locking myself away; I’m just not aware of who would even want to be around me for real.”
Willow leapt and spun to face the owner of the voice, gaping in shock as she finally saw Tara standing in the darkened corner of the room. “How…”
“Did I get in, with all of your wards?” Tara finished. “You may be older than me now, Willow, but I still have years of experience on you when it comes to magic. I could have broken down your wards days ago.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I wanted to give you time. Because I need to digest what Buffy told me about what you did… and I have. I think I understand now.”
“Well, that makes one of us,” Willow scoffed bitterly.
“Willow, dark magic changes a person,” Tara explained calmly. “The real you gets buried deep down inside your own mind, while the magic itself crafts a whole new personality. Amy’s mom, for example, was probably once a very loving, caring individual. It was only after years of being submerged in the darks arts that she turned into the evil woman you and Buffy managed to vanquish.”
“She’s not lying, Willow,” Angel said. “I’ve seen it many times over the centuries.”
“I’m not naïve, Willow,” Tara said. “I accept that, while what we had once was special, we’ll never have it again. But that doesn’t mean I down want to be your friend, or that I don’t want to help you.”
Willow looked at the girl that had once held her heart, and that still did, to some extent and finally began to realize that perhaps she wasn’t alone. Sighing, she sat down once more.
“How could you help me?”
“Well, I could teach you a thing or two about magic…”
And so over the next year, Willow and Tara reconnected. Not as lovers - they could never recapture what they had had for a few brief years; but as friends and colleagues. Tara made good on her promise on teaching Willow a thing or two about magic, taking to instructing her several times a week. And she found solace and comfort in her newfound friendships with both Angel and Spike, who could honestly say they knew exactly what she was going through; and in her friendship with Xander, which had never wavered. In her free time, she rebuilt a friendship with Giles, who had admitted to Willow that he had in fact held her back in Sunnydale and had told her he felt partially responsible for what had happened with her.
The only two relationships she couldn’t seem to repair were her friendships to Buffy and Padmé. For Buffy, she had at least come to an uneasy truce with the blonde Jedi. Buffy was always cordial with her and never openly mean, but she remained distant and never talked to her outside of work concerns. As for Padmé - Willow had little hope in her heart that her sister would ever forgive her, a fact that was reinforced every time Padmé left the room when Willow entered.
In that first year, Willow had started down the road to redemption. But it was a long road and one she wasn’t sure she could mange, even with her friends…
They say no parent should ever bury their child. Likewise, no parent should ever be forced to leave their child behind. This was the thought that tore through the minds of both Padmé and Anakin during the first few weeks of their exile.
Both found ways to ignore the pain, though they never forgot it. Padmé spent her time setting up their new household, as well as working with Giles in establishing a steady relationship with the Watcher’s Council. That alone called upon everything Padmé had ever learned about diplomacy and her meetings with Sir Nigel would have, at times, put her many sessions of the Senate to shame.
Anakin, meanwhile, decided to use the time to meditate, as well as build a new lightsaber to replace the one he had given to Qui-Gon for Luke. Seeing as they had limited supplies for lightsaber building, Anakin challenged himself to find most of the supplies for the handle in the Council’s storehouse and he lucked out when he found an old Graflex camera light. Not the sturdiest thing for a lightsaber handle, but it would do in a flash, no pun intended.
After a few days, Anakin grew tired of meditation and for the first time wandered the halls of the new Council. He politely ignored the hungry looks and wolf-whistles that some of the more…rambunctious Slayers threw his way and made a note to ask Buffy to tell the Slayers that he was married. Wandering thought he halls of the main building, he recognized Buffy’s laughter coming from down a side hallway and turned to go see her-
And was nearly bowled over by Dawn, sporting a new Padawan-style haircut.
“Don’t say a word!” she growled at Anakin, who held his hands up in mock-defense.
“I wouldn’t dare. I had to wear that look myself once.”
Dawn grunted in response and started moving back down the hall. “Come by the lab later,” she said over her shoulder. “Fred needs some readings for the portable portal.”
“I will!” he called out to her, then turned to see Buffy coming towards him, chuckling silently to herself. “Were you trying to antagonize her?”
Buffy looked mock-affronted at the suggestion. “Really, Ani! Would I do something like that?”
Buffy laughed out loud at that. “Yeah, well…I’ve got fifteen years of antagonizing to make up for. Glad to see you out and about.”
“I was getting stir-crazy and I’m starting to realize I can’t just sit around and wait for Fred to work out the portal technology. I need to start working with the Younglings. Training with them, teaching them what I know…”
“That’s a good idea,” Buffy agreed. “I’m going to have my hands full with Dawn, especially in these first few months. Maybe you can start with youngest? Go over the basics and such. You can be the new Yoda - only taller and a little less green.”
After Anakin had agreed, he had made his way to Fred’s lab. Originally set up as another research room, the lab wasn’t very big, and there was even less room thanks to the several long tables filled with various pieces of equipment that, to Anakin, look positively archaic.
“Sorry about the mess,” Fred was saying, typing away furiously at her computer, “I’ve been using this old research room while Xander was building me a new lab in the Travers wing. Which is going to work out great now, since I’ll need to interface my computers with your databanks for the portals. Just have a seat over there and I’ll get these scans done in a jiffy.”
Anakin moved over to the corner of the room, where an uncomfortable looking easy chair sat, surrounded by several sensors mounted on revolving arms. “What exactly will this do?” he asked, sitting down. Almost immediately the sensors started moving around his body.
“The sensors collect biometric data. What I’ll do is program the data into the device, so when you open a portal it will lock onto a similar reading in the dimension you’re going to. Theoretically, your son will have more of you in him than your daughter, so it should lock onto his biometric data and the same should work for Padmé and your daughter.”
“That’s rather ingenious,” Anakin remarked. Though her face was still buried in the screen, the Jedi could feel her smile.
“It’s more refined than what we did to find Buffy, but still along the same lines,” she replied. “But once I get hooked into your database, Dawn had the idea that I could use your star charts to input coordinates into the portal itself, kind of like a navigation computer. Theoretically, we could then pre-program the portals to open up to different planets in your dimension, though it would only work from Earth to a designated planet. There!” she exclaimed as the sensor stopped moving and fell silent. “All finished. Give me a few weeks and hopefully I’ll be able to build you your very own portal opener.”
“Thank you, Fred,” Anakin said warmly. “You have no idea how much this means to Padmé and I.”
“Hey, it’s not problem!” the young physicist replied. “Nothing I like more than a challenge!”
As it turned out, they didn’t have to wait long. Fred had a rudimentary Portable Portal Device (which she in turned called a PPD) ready to go by the end of the month. Anakin and Padmé took the opportunity to visit Luke and the family on Tatooine for a few days, before returning and leaving for Naboo. The twins were already crawling, but they both seemed to recognize their parents when they arrived, a fact that they were both extremely happy about. Unfortunately they had to keep their visits short and spaced out, so before they knew it the twins were walking, then speaking, then running around. Every time they returned, they were saddened just a little bit by how much of their children’s childhoods they were missing, yet glad that they were able to see any of it at all.
And thus that first year passed, with everybody adjusting to their new situation, new alliances being made and rules being set down. But it wasn’t until their second year on Earth that things really started heating up for both Councils…
Next Chapter - Year Two of Exile: The Scoobies reconnect, Anakin makes peace with Willow, Obi-Wan and Buffy grow closer, And Dawn’s training intensifies - as does her feelings for a young Jedi named Zett Jukassa
A/N: Dawn’s singing was a bit of a nod to Michelle Trachtenberg in Inspector Gadget. She sings the same song in the Gadget-Mobile.