3 GRS
The Third year of the
Great ReSynchronization
Is woke in this universe being reborn from a slave woman. I'd love to erase that from my memory as it wasn't fun but I unfortunately can't. When I finally got to sleep after my own birth I caught a glimpse of my mother and what seemed to be an older brother. He looked suspiciously familiar even at his age of four almost five that I later learned. The next I woke was to feeding time and I finally learned where I had been reborn. Yes, I had been reborn. According to the god that had given me a second chance I had led a tragic life with a tragic death.
A second life in a different universe that had tragedy like my own life. I guess that god was off his rocker as he asked me to change fate in the world I was going to, as he decided I'd need to 'see' fate in order to do so. I'd been reborn in Star Wars. I was a blind force sensitive with massive precognitive abilities such as basic precognition, visions, and even shatter points.
I however lacked the ability to control the abilities which led to me being blind to most of what I could see. The shatter points showed the significance of things or their weaknesses but in my vision everything was a potential shatter point. The ability manifested as massive glass like cracks in everything that widened or shrunk randomly. The precognition was random and showed as a second layer to my sight, overlapping with the present world.
I had yet to have a vision but I knew they'd be just as bad as the rest. Back to the real world I quickly realized I knew the language my mother and brother were speaking despite not recognizing it from my old life. I figured out what universe I was in based on their names. Shmi and Anakin Skywalker. I was Kane Skywalker. The first year of my life was less than stellar. I simply hung out in a bag on my mothers back, in her arms, or in a crib. It was made even worse by the fact I couldn't control my body and all its functions.
I eventually figured out that I could see Anakin better than pretty much anyone as he had almost no shatter points. If he had been a normal child that would be strange, but I knew he was literally the chosen one. My precognition made him blurry and shift constantly in my vision but he was actually humanoid instead of a fractal of shatter points.
In the second year of my second life I actually got some control over my body. I could stand well and even attempt a run without face planting 99% of the time. I'd grown to be a bit chubby despite being a born slave as Anakin, being an extremely amazing big brother, stole and smuggled food and stuff in his own attempt to spoil me.
In my third year I began learning to read and write. Math and science were my only actual learning experiences however as I learned a massive amount about technology from Anakin. Most stuff was hard to do being 'blind' to the material world. I could use the force consciously to do what Anakin did unconsciously. I was no where close to as good as him but I could keep up. Metal and technology were easier to see as they had less weaknesses compared to living beings.
This all made droids just as easy to see as Anakin. They didn't have as many weaknesses as living beings and their significance was much small than most creatures. In my fourth year Anakin and I made two droids. His was a highly modified pit droid that would help our mom and mine was a small support droid based on Iden Versio's droid.
Eventually I learned to meditate. I'd initially done it in hopes it would curb the migraines of my precognition and shatter points but it had also helped me experience my first visions. They were power, clear, and incredibly direct. The force would show me the state of the galaxy in the present and show me shatter points I could encounter. If I concentrated on a shatter point it was showing it would take me down the path that point would lead.
In my fifth year I was forced into a vision. It was of the canon story properly starting. I'd need to free us or set up a way to free us so when Qui-Gon and Padme arrived they could take us and our mother. I was determined to not leave her behind. She was my mother in this universe and I'd become just as attached to her as I was to my big brother. Plus it would help Anakin if she came with us and survived.
Maybe I could get Padme to take her as one of her handmaidens or whatever they were. Anakin had been racing since he was 6 years old and the Boonta Eve Classic was coming up. He obviously wanted to compete so I helped him work on his pod racer. The biggest change I'd made to the pod was the armor plating on the engines. The reason he had been forced to fight for first place in the race was due to Sebulba's sabotage. With the thin durasteel shell on th engines he couldn't reach anything significant except the energy binders which were significantly harder to mess with.
After making the shell for his engines I made a large pod that could be switched out in place of the racing pod. With it we'd be able to get to the Naboo ship at high speeds and avoid Anakins near death by Mauls speeder. As the year continued I finally got ahold of something I'd been wanting for a long time. A slug thrower. It was a gun. Sure it was damaged but the barrel was still intact and I could easily fix it up with Anakins help.
Now you might ask, why would you, a five year old want a gun? Because it's cool. It wasn't a blaster so it was cheap. How would I shoot a gun? I don't know, I'm practically blind. Didn't change the fact that I now had a gun.
As the year went on, it continued to get closer to the Boonta Eve Classic Pod Race. One day while I was at Watto's with Anakin I heard them enter. I'd been in the junkyard working on a pit droid when Watto and
Qui-Gon Jinn came out. Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow at me as my unblind gaze met his. He could tell something was up with me as he and Watto talked about stuff.
I'd been planning this for a long time. I had my rifle hidden in the junk near me so while Qui-Gon had the idiot distracted I dug the gun out. My droid activated the bomb jammer to stop the bombs in myself and my families bodies. I pushed a custom bullet into the rifle chamber and slid the bolt forward and down. I took aim and caught Qui-Gon's eyes widen as I pulled the trigger at the alien slave Jew stereotype. His head popped as I hit the dirt, tears welling in my eyes as my shoulder was dislocated.
The slaving bastards body hit the sand missed it head as Qui-Gon rushed over to me to check on me. As he was admonishing me for my recklessness he used some kind of force healing to put my shoulder right without any pain. It was at that point that the others ran outside and found the scene. Anakin like the amazing big brother he was ignored the body and rushed to fuss over me.
Anakin got us all back home to mom who was both sick with worry and furious at my 'stupidity'. After a lot of arguing and such Anakin got to finally finish the bomb implant scanner with Qui-Gons help. After that the bombs were removed by Qui-Gon and
R2-D2. Anakin in his attempts to make the scanner had stolen a medical droid core and we had gotten R2 to pull anything he could from it.
With the bombs gone we were no longer slaves. As we all sat at the dinner table that night Qui-Gon got interrogated by Anakin and I. Eventually he revealed his mission and Anakin got to scheming. "So if you're a Jedi can you take us away from here. We're no longer slaves so we can help you." Anakin said in his hopeful and pleading voice. "Mom will be safe if we're not in Hutt space, I can finally become a real starship pilot and Kane can be… whatever he want to be." I snorted at that and looked at him.
"I don't know if you realized Ani but we aren't exactly normal. I can see the future and you have those reflexes and your machines. We're definitely like the old Jedi here."
Jar Jar in his stupidity spoke up then. "Meesa think yousa all a wittle cwazy." I snorted again at that and Anakin smirked "If being cool and amazing means I'm crazy then I'm really crazy." Both I and Padme giggled at him as mom glared us into the floor.
The talk returned to the serious stuff after that and I tuned it out. I began fiddling with my droids shell while looking at my precognition. Anakin winning the pod race flashed by. The large pod for the racer with us and supplies in it towing the needed hyperdrive from the junk shop. Maul attacking before we leave. Anakin losing his arm early.
I blinked back to the real world at that and left the table to work on my gun. He wouldn't lose his arm if I had anything to say about it. My cycles rifle was a bolt action magnetic pulse accelerator that fired fat needle like rounds. I had been making the upgrade for it since I got it. I replaced the receiver with one that allowed a more powerful accelerator and a magazine for ammunition.
I couldn't really add anything else as it'd be useless due to my lack of good eyesight. I could aim down the barrel at what I wanted to destroy and pull the trigger. I had of course built in a repulser shock absorber into the stock as I didn't want to knock my shoulder out of its socket again. I loaded one of the custom mags with 15 rounds. I pre loaded the rifle then set it to the side to work on my droid. The droid I'd based off of Iden's droid had been modified multiple times, eventually it ended up looking like a disk with a large black eye and two manipulators. It could rest on my back like idens could but for my five year old body it was like a large backpack of metal.
As I was messing with my droid I got a vision. It was of Qui-Gon talking with
Obi-Wan via some kind of communicator. I left my little room and found him in the back hallway speaking into his device. I silently walked up to him and started listening in. He had used the bomb removal surgery to get the samples he sent to Obi-Wan and he had just tested them. Anakin was Anakin, over 20,000 midi-chlorians per cell. Our mother Shmi had 3,000 to 3,500. I had nearly 15,000 per cell. Pretty high, but I already knew that the numbers didn't really matter.
When the two stopped talking, Qui-Gon turned around. He didn't seem all that startled by me appearing behind him so I asked a question, despite already knowing the answer. "That was Kenobi right? What does that stuff y'all were talking about mean?" He raised an eyebrow at me knowing Obi-Wan but shrugged it off as one of my eccentricities. "Yes, that was my padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi. We were talking about the blood samples I took while we removed the bomb implants." At this point Anakin came up behind Qui-Gon and spoke. "So what are midi-clorians. Do they make us like you Jedi?" Qui-Gon actually flinched a bit as he showed up. It was always fun to troll people with my sight and the 'connection' we brothers had. He turned to Anakin and sighed while pushing him beside me.
"Midi-chlorians are a microscopic life form that resides within all living cells. It is through them that we communicate with the force, the 'power' we Jedi wield.
As such force-sensitive beings usually have large amounts of midi-chlorians within them."
We both nodded along as he spoke. "You both have a very high midi-chlorian count. The higher ones 'M-count', the stronger their natural connection to the force."
I slipped away after that to go to bed. My young body was exhausted from today and I could always learn what they talked about after that some other time. We would have a long day tomorrow as we'd be hooking up my large pod to the racer engines and taking the needed hyperdrive and supplies to the ship, all while testing the engines.
I flopped into bed after making sure my droid was ready for morning. I just really hoped I didn't get a vision dream tonight.