A Star Wars and Harry Potter monstrous abortion. You are warned.
Follow-up material...
No good can come of this project.
Anakin Skywalker could feel his fingers and toes.
This surprised him, as he last remembered having neither fingers nor toes with which to feel anything at all. He was rather depressingly short of limbs: he had lost his feet – most of both his legs actually – and most of his left arm only minutes before his death and subsequent sinking to the depths of the Force. He had lost the lower half of his right arm years before even that. The mechanical hand he had in place was mechanical; it functioned, and could grasp (very powerfully), but it was not a true hand of flesh.
He had died from beheading: his former master, Obi-wan Kenobi, had given him that piece of mercy to spare him from burning to death. He knew through the Force that Kenobi had pushed all that remained of his physical shell into that lava river, leaving nothing. This did not disturb him.
Having fingers and toes again, however, did. It implied a body, which implied life. He had never heard of anyone returning to life from the depths of the Force.
Was this the will of the Force? Was this a second chance?
A second chance at what, and why?
He had had centuries and centuries in the depths of the Force with which to think about very many things. His successes (many), and his failures (larger). He concluded that he had been right to turn away from the Jedi, but that he had been wrong to become a Sith. Darth Sidious had played him, thoroughly, as expertly as if the man had picked up a musical instrument. Perhaps this was why he was being given a second chance? It made little sense: it had been tens of thousands of years since he died. Surely, time mattered?
Evidently, not.
Examining his body through the Force revealed that the body he was currently inhabiting was not his at all, although it was similar to what he had once had. He was now inhabiting the shell of a human male of around six years age; the Force told him that the child's spirit had been broken thoroughly enough for him to have “given upâ€, wished to die, and that wish had been answered. How that returned Anakin Skywalker to life, Anakin had no idea. But he wasn't going to complain.
The Force told him much. The body was small; the boy had apparently been undersized even considering his youth. Small, skinny, slightly pale, knobby-kneed; his hair a wild shock of black; his eyes a bright green. Poor physical conditioning; the boy had apparently been a Force-sensitive with some power but no training, and so his condition was not as bad as it could have been. He would not resemble himself when he reached adulthood, but everything was flesh and functional. Conditioning could be improved. He had time. Sweet, sweet time.
The Force told him that there was no Jedi presence in the galaxy.
Anakin Skywalker smiled.
The Force was with him... very very much.
This surprised him, as he last remembered having neither fingers nor toes with which to feel anything at all. He was rather depressingly short of limbs: he had lost his feet – most of both his legs actually – and most of his left arm only minutes before his death and subsequent sinking to the depths of the Force. He had lost the lower half of his right arm years before even that. The mechanical hand he had in place was mechanical; it functioned, and could grasp (very powerfully), but it was not a true hand of flesh.
He had died from beheading: his former master, Obi-wan Kenobi, had given him that piece of mercy to spare him from burning to death. He knew through the Force that Kenobi had pushed all that remained of his physical shell into that lava river, leaving nothing. This did not disturb him.
Having fingers and toes again, however, did. It implied a body, which implied life. He had never heard of anyone returning to life from the depths of the Force.
Was this the will of the Force? Was this a second chance?
A second chance at what, and why?
He had had centuries and centuries in the depths of the Force with which to think about very many things. His successes (many), and his failures (larger). He concluded that he had been right to turn away from the Jedi, but that he had been wrong to become a Sith. Darth Sidious had played him, thoroughly, as expertly as if the man had picked up a musical instrument. Perhaps this was why he was being given a second chance? It made little sense: it had been tens of thousands of years since he died. Surely, time mattered?
Evidently, not.
Examining his body through the Force revealed that the body he was currently inhabiting was not his at all, although it was similar to what he had once had. He was now inhabiting the shell of a human male of around six years age; the Force told him that the child's spirit had been broken thoroughly enough for him to have “given upâ€, wished to die, and that wish had been answered. How that returned Anakin Skywalker to life, Anakin had no idea. But he wasn't going to complain.
The Force told him much. The body was small; the boy had apparently been undersized even considering his youth. Small, skinny, slightly pale, knobby-kneed; his hair a wild shock of black; his eyes a bright green. Poor physical conditioning; the boy had apparently been a Force-sensitive with some power but no training, and so his condition was not as bad as it could have been. He would not resemble himself when he reached adulthood, but everything was flesh and functional. Conditioning could be improved. He had time. Sweet, sweet time.
The Force told him that there was no Jedi presence in the galaxy.
Anakin Skywalker smiled.
The Force was with him... very very much.
Multiple years passed as Anakin grew, watched, and waited. They were wholly unlike his youth.
The world was interesting but primitive: several billion human citizens living in countries separated by languages and customs. The people went to war at the slightest provocation and over the silliest of things, and there was only a pretense at world government, but it was considered toothless and easily ignored.
The world was currently mostly at peace, though its past was anything but peaceful. Protecting humanity was the fact that the most powerful armaments were atomic explosives, and global conflict using them was greatly feared. The devices were capped in number by treaties.
Atomic energy was the cleanest wide-spread form of power generation, but it was also much distrusted, partly because of the armaments and partly due to incidents at ineptly run and built generation stations. The other wide-spread forms of power generation were much filthier, and so vast areas were becoming polluted. The water ecosystems of the planet were also becoming polluted with trash.
Natural resources were crudely dug out of the earth, which left scars on the natural world.
Vast territories of forests and rainforests were burned down to make room for the wasteful housing of the human population.
Food was not in abundance; people in many nations struggled to eat while in others they had excess, much of which was wasted. Diseases that more advanced worlds could easily have eradicated, were rampant in many countries.
The populace had only made the very first steps towards space exploration, and as a whole they were unaware of what was far out there in the galaxy and in other galaxies. If they knew, they would most likely fear it and condemn it.
All of these processes and many more were terribly inefficient on their best days.
It was a world ripe for plundering by a capable Sith Lord.
Anakin was not sure he wanted to be that lord. He trained himself anyway, in body and mind and spirit, to as high a degree as he could manage. The Force aided him.
The family he lived with were gross and foul. Though the woman and her useless son were maternal relations to the body he inhabited, he had decided he would kill them one day regardless of that link, along with the awful man the woman had married, who was the son's father. Until then, it would be easy enough to compel them into inattentive ignorance. The Force was with him.
When the body had nearly reached its eleventh birthday, Anakin's viewpoint shifted dramatically again.
It made him wonder if the Force was mocking him. Was it capable of doing so? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
The world was interesting but primitive: several billion human citizens living in countries separated by languages and customs. The people went to war at the slightest provocation and over the silliest of things, and there was only a pretense at world government, but it was considered toothless and easily ignored.
The world was currently mostly at peace, though its past was anything but peaceful. Protecting humanity was the fact that the most powerful armaments were atomic explosives, and global conflict using them was greatly feared. The devices were capped in number by treaties.
Atomic energy was the cleanest wide-spread form of power generation, but it was also much distrusted, partly because of the armaments and partly due to incidents at ineptly run and built generation stations. The other wide-spread forms of power generation were much filthier, and so vast areas were becoming polluted. The water ecosystems of the planet were also becoming polluted with trash.
Natural resources were crudely dug out of the earth, which left scars on the natural world.
Vast territories of forests and rainforests were burned down to make room for the wasteful housing of the human population.
Food was not in abundance; people in many nations struggled to eat while in others they had excess, much of which was wasted. Diseases that more advanced worlds could easily have eradicated, were rampant in many countries.
The populace had only made the very first steps towards space exploration, and as a whole they were unaware of what was far out there in the galaxy and in other galaxies. If they knew, they would most likely fear it and condemn it.
All of these processes and many more were terribly inefficient on their best days.
It was a world ripe for plundering by a capable Sith Lord.
Anakin was not sure he wanted to be that lord. He trained himself anyway, in body and mind and spirit, to as high a degree as he could manage. The Force aided him.
The family he lived with were gross and foul. Though the woman and her useless son were maternal relations to the body he inhabited, he had decided he would kill them one day regardless of that link, along with the awful man the woman had married, who was the son's father. Until then, it would be easy enough to compel them into inattentive ignorance. The Force was with him.
When the body had nearly reached its eleventh birthday, Anakin's viewpoint shifted dramatically again.
It made him wonder if the Force was mocking him. Was it capable of doing so? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
