User blog:Stall Walt/Kaleidoscope of Loud - Padawan

Dang it, wish I remembered May the Fourth.

Summary: Through Lisa's alternate reality viewing machine, the Loud Sisters see the infinitely terrifying, heartbreaking, and wondrous possibilities...mostly through the multiple alternate versions of their brother.

The screen shifted again…

Cutting to a horde of robots with arm cannons shooting laser beams at something offscreen on a desolate wasteland.

“GAH!” Lisa exclaimed as she immediately reached for the volume control, the rest of the sisters slapping their hands on their ears. As the sudden din was lowered to a more manageable level, everyone let their hands fall from their ears.

“So we went from Lincoln doing...that with cherries, to robots shooting at something… I can see the connection.” Lynn joked.

The army of robots, human sized burly blue ones with their heads part of their torsos and giant ball with cannons, marched past debris of turbines and other such parts that looked to have been part of something massive.

“So what does Lincoln have to do with an army of robots?” Luna couldn’t help but ask.

Luan raised her hand.

“You’re not going to make that joke that you thought of, right?” Lori asked.

Luan nodded.

“Fine, go ahead.”

Luan took the sock out of her mouth.

“Maybe he is the leader of this giant army of robots?”

Lola let out some air out of her lips before laughing. “Lincoln? Could he even be a leader?”

“There is a reason he calls himself ‘the man with a plan’. Lucy said. “And why we usually don’t correct him.”

Silence.

“Well, she’s got you there, Lols.” Lynn said.

As this conversation was going on, Lana scooted closer to Lisa. “Hey, Lisa, what do you think all the debris is from? My bet is on starship.”

Lisa looked at the screen. “That does seem like a distinct possibility. I am currently unfamiliar with the current environment… And let’s not forget about the laser guns. As far as we know, we do not know the exact technological landscape of this universe.”

'''The perspective changed, the army now encircling the wreckage of a destroyed ship, it’s fin pointed up to the sky. Compared to the army of robots surrounding it, the wreckage was absolutely massive.'''

“Okay, that is definitely a star ship.” Lisa said, getting closer to the screen to observe more closely.

“That’s so big, like compared to the robots!” Leni exclaimed.

“How big is it?” Lana asked.

“Comparing the average size of the robots to the wreckage...adjusting for pixel size… I would say we would probably be looking at something at least 1.9 km long sticking out of the ground like that.”

“...How long is that in miles?” Lola asked.

“1.18060527.” Lynn replied promptly. She then looked around at everyone looking at her weirdly. “What? Got to know how far I’m running, and sometimes, my coach likes to use kilometers.”

“So...looking at that thing, it’s looks like it was cut in half. Are you saying that if that thing was whole, it would be how long?” Luna asked.

“3.8 km long.” “Which would be 2.36121 miles.” Lisa turned to glare at Lynn.

“Pretty sure that the biggest thing we got is about 381 meters long.” Lana dumbly replied, whistling at that news.

“0.236742 miles.” Lynn quickly said.

'''As the army marched forward, a metal five fingered claw raised up in the middle, holding its palm. At the sight of this, the robot army stopped firing, holding their arm cannons at attention. The screen moved, revealing the person - or thing- that had ordered them to stop.'''

'''Whatever it was, it had its back towards the camera, the rest of its body obscured by the white cloak that it was wearing. The only part that was exposed, clearly looked like it had mechanical parts. The being stood still as robots flanked its sides.'''

“...Is that Lincoln?” Leni asked, tilting her head.

“It’s a distinct possibility.” Lisa conceded.

Lynn looked at the two. “What, because this guy is wearing white?”

“You have to understand that we are dealing with alternate realities here, and that each alternate Lincoln could have developed differently from ours.” Lisa explained, like she was talking to a smaller child.

Silence reigned over the wreckage.

Then, one by one, shadowed figures came out of the woodwork, running toward the large wrecked hull in the center, their steps were like thunder shattering the silence

'''However, behind one piece of debris, one face looked over. The...alien, for lack of a better word, was red skinned with a facial structure that suggested that the alien could be a she. The other thing that stood out about the alien was the striped parts of her head that clearly wasn’t hair. Two tendrils stood stiffly on top like two horns, while another two tendrils were hanging down and framing the sides of her face.'''

“Why have they stopped?” The alien asked in a feminine voice, exposed her sharpened teeth.

“...We are definitely not in Kansas anymore.” Luan remarked.

“Fascinating!” Lisa said as she came up close. “Actual alien life! And for this lifeform to somehow evolve nearly the way we have save for some differences, truly miraculous!”

“Ehh...I say it’s a bit of a let down.” Lana said, a little disappointed that the alien onscreen didn’t looked more… alien.

“Master?” A familiar voice asked.

“Go, go!” The alien turned to look at the individual.

'''The rest of the figures ran into an opening in the wrecked hull. Inside, the four figures were truly revealed.'''

One was a brown-haired human with stubble on his chin, leaning on a piece of debris, his despair hanging over him like a well-worn cloak.

Another was a blue-skinned alien female with two long striped tendrils on her head, sitting on the ground.

The third was a furry sasquatch like alien, with three clawed fingers and toes, with two fangs jutting upwards from his lower jaw.

Finally, the fourth looked to be a regular human, only for the top part of his head to be wrapped up in a long narrow head wrapping.

“...Wow, those aliens look a lot like us.” Lynn commented.

“How strange, that at least three of the four aliens we have observed in this alternate reality have managed to evolve along our lines.” Lisa observed.

Leni tilted her head. “...Why does it feel like the aliens here are just people with body paints and extra stuff glued on their heads?”

'''The clothing that each person wore seemed to scream ‘humble’ even if all the dirt would have been washed away. Brown seemed to be the dominant color among their clothing’s color. The people themselves also didn’t seem to care about the condition of their clothes, only if it was still functional.'''

'''Two more people came into the area. The first was the red skinned alien woman from before, and the other was more familiar.'''

'''Stepping into the area, the alternate reality’s Lincoln came into view. His facial structure and height indicated that he was probably around his early twenties. He was clad in the humble style of what were clearly his compatriots: a brown tunic and pants, robes and boots, with a brown belt keeping everything tight.'''

'''What else marked this Lincoln as different from their own was two things. One, clipped onto his leather utility belt was a metallic tube with a button on the side. The same things could be seen in the possession of the other people, yet with different designs.'''

Another thing was the small braid of hair that Lincoln had been growing behind his ear, while he kept the rest of his hair neat and tidy.

“Wow, I am not a fan of this Lincoln’s clothes. He definitely needs a stylist.” Lola commented.

“EEEE!!!” Leni squealed. “I know what you mean, but I just looooooooove his little braid thing he grew there."

“Hey, what’s that thing he got on his belt? Everyone else has got one like him.” Lana pointed out.

'''The furry alien let out a breath of disbelief. “Unstoppable...He is...unstoppable.”'''

'''The blue skinned alien shook her head. “Never before have we been outmaneuvered by droids before... His strategy is flawless.”'''

The brown haired human seemed to wilt at the other’s words, especially at the mention of ‘he.’ “This is the end… We’re all doomed.”

'''Melancholy reigned over the group, before the red skinned alien spoke up. “The situation may indeed seem hopeless, but we cannot forget ourselves. Remember your training, your meditations. We are Jedi.”'''

The group looked up, the melancholy lifting a bit.

“So Lincoln is a...Jedi in this world? What even is that?” Luan asked.

“I have some theories.” Lucy spoke up, surprising everyone around her. “But let’s observe some more first.”

“Geez, Lucy. Speak up more!” Lynn gasped.

'''“Besides,” Lincoln said as he held up his wrist, showing a miniature wrist mounted device that was blinking red. “We have advanced recon coming to our positions right now. We just need to hold out.”'''

'''The now-named Jedi began to get up, now having revitalized spirits and a goal to work towards. But then…'''

“JEDI.”

'''A metallic voice sounded out, the volume and echo making it impossible to make out what direction it was coming from. At its sound and a invisible command from the red skinned alien, the others including Lincoln began to move to different positions in the wreckage. As the sasquatch alien got up, he grasped the metallic tube in his hand and pushed the button.'''

'''A green beam of light erupted from the tube, making the whole thing look like a sword, illuminating the sasquatch alien’s face as he moved into his position. All around, the others activated their tubes as well, different colored beams of light erupting from their respective tubes. As Lincoln moved into his position, he peered outside through a hole, his yellow beam sword ready at his side.'''

“...DUDES, IS THAT A LASERSWORD?! THAT’S SO COOL!!!” Luna gasped as everyone’s eyes grew wide.

“CHECK IT, THEY ALL HAVE ONE!” Lana said as she pointed out everyone getting out their own lightsabers.

“THEY ALSO COME IN DIFFERENT COLORS! I LITERALLY DON’T KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE THAT!” Lori squealed.

“...Eh, when they show me a pink lightsword, then I’ll be interested.” Lola scoffed.

Lynn tapped Lisa on the shoulder.

“Like I would even consider developing a lightsword for you, Lynn.”

“Aw…”

'''“You are surrounded, your armies decimated. Make peace with the Force, for this will be your final battleground. But know that I, General Grievous, am not without mercy. I will grant you a warrior’s death.”'''

“PREPARE.”

“Oh right, the giant robot army waiting outside…” Lana rubbed the back of her head. “Kinda forgot about that.”

The rest of the sisters nodded their heads.

'''After a few moments of silence, the jedi looking around the area, the red skinned alien heard something in the distance. After a few moments, the comments started to come in.'''

“That noise…”

“I can’t see him.”

“Where is he coming from?”

'''The red skinned alien stood there, utterly sure. “He is coming...alone.”'''

'''The brown haired human looked back, fear utterly dominating his expression. “WE CAN’T FACE HIM!”'''

“That guy is definitely going to crack.” Lynn snarked.

'''Lincoln looked back at him. “WE HAVE TO! WE HAVE NO CHOICE!”'''

Lynn grimaced. “Nevermind, both of them are going to crack.”

'''The brown haired human turned away from his viewing hole. “I HAVE SEEN THAT...MONSTER IN BATTLE. MY MASTER WAS EASILY KILLED BY HIM, WHAT CHANCE DO WE HAVE!”'''

'''Just as Lincoln was about to respond- “ENOUGH, PADAWANS! Remember, there is no emotion, there is peace.”'''

'''The brown haired padawan didn’t look convinced as he looked back out the hole. The red skinned alien gave a more pointed look at Lincoln, who looked sheepish as he continued looking outside.'''

“Padawans? I thought Linky was a Jedi?” Leni said, looking a little confused.

Lucy hummed. “Maybe Padawan is their word for apprentice, and that braid of theirs is a symbol of being one? The brown haired one has the same braid as Lincoln, and he also said that his master had perished.”

Lori blinked. “Wait, did you guys see the way that red skinned alien looked at Lincoln, and the way he looked at her? You think she’s Lincoln’s master?”

“Wait, what’s the point of the braid then? I don’t think I see anyone else having that too.” Lola said, looking for a braid on the others.

“Perhaps Padawans are meant to cut it off when they became full fledged Jedi.” Lucy suggested.

A few more moments passed, the tension starting to rise as the sound of Grievous’ footsteps echoed, yet no sign of the general could be seen.

'''Lincoln stepped away from his viewing port, his lightsword at the ready. '''

“He’s close, but where?”

The brown haired padawan stepped back, clutching his own lightsword like a drowning person holds on to a piece of driftwood.

“IT’S ALL AROUND US!”

'''Lincoln’s master continued staring forward. “Calm yourselves.”'''

The footsteps were getting louder…

“Steady…”

Louder.

'''Sweat began to pour down the side of Lincoln’s face as he moved into a reactionary stance. The other padawan looked nervously side to side. A few drops of sweat dripped from Lincoln’s master’s own face.'''

“Definitely going to crack.” Lynn sighed.

“Steady…”

'''The footsteps stopped, leaving the group suddenly nervous. A few more moments passed…'''

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” The brown haired padawan cried as he rushed forward into the open.

'''“SHA’A GI!!!” Lincoln shouted as he chased after him, hoping to grab his fellow padawan back. '''

“Told you.”

“Wait, doesn’t that guy’s name sound like ‘Shaggy’?” Leni commented.

“Lincoln, no!” Lincoln’s master shouted, raising her hand.

'''As Sha’a Gi ran into the open, a giant white figure covered in a white cape landed right on top of the brown haired padawan, Lincoln sliding to a stop in horror. The figure stood to his full height before dramatically throwing his arms to the side, revealing himself to be a giant white cyborg. His body shifted, making him bigger than Lincoln.'''

There were also a couple of the same metallic hilts strapped to the cyborg’s hip.

“I...think that guy’s more than cracked…” Luan weakly joked. Seeing everyone look at her, she looked down sheepishly.

“Sorry, probably not the right time for this.”

'''Lincoln stood up a stance in front of the cyborg, his features set in a mix of anguish and anger. “COME ON!”'''

“NO!”

'''Suddenly, Lincoln was pulled back into the wreckage with nobody touching him, as if there was an invisible string tied around his midsection and was pulled with great force. '''

“Wait, what just happened?!” Lynn said, standing up.

“I’m not sure.” Lisa said as she looked closer at the screen. “I don’t think it was a glitch in the viewing port.”

“Maybe that’s the reason why Jedi exist.” Lucy commented.

'''General Grievous leapt up and out of sight. '''

Lincoln landed on his back, his view now filled with the worried eyes of his master.

'''“Lincoln, we’ll have words later. Get up.” She said as she helped Lincoln up.'''

“M-Master, I-”

'''“Padawan.” Lincoln’s master turned to him as the others gathered around in formation. Despite the direness of the situation, there was clearly compassion and understanding reflected in her eyes.'''

“We’ll have words later.”

“Huh, is it too hasty to think that Lincoln and his master care about each other from that one conversation?” Leni asked.

“Nah.” “No.” “Nope.”

'''“Y-yes.” Lincoln said as he was reminded of the situation. Quickly composing himself, Lincoln took his place in the formation, lightsword at the ready as he and the other jedi had their back to each other. Moving as one, they moved deeper into the wreckage.'''

“Look up.” Luan said.

Deeper…

“Look up.” Luan said.

Farther in…

“You really should try looking up.” Luan said.

Lincoln and the others heard something from above, and could only moved out of the way as General Grievous landed in their midst, holding two lightswords in his hands.

“Told you.” Luan sighed.

'''Lincoln’s master moved in, slashing at the general only for the general to block her strike and forced her back. The blue skinned alien’s attempts were rebuffed the same. The turban man and sasquatch charged as one, their lightswords meeting the general’s own in a deadlock.'''

'''Seeing the other two aliens and Lincoln trying to charge at his back, General Grievous spun his torso around, becoming a whirlwind of death. All five charged in, trying to break through the shield of swings to no avail. Slowly, the General moved towards Lincoln’s master, forcing her back and making the others follow after.'''

“You know, if we didn’t see this guy squish that ‘Shaggy’ guy earlier, he would look a lot more goofier doing this.” Luna said.

'''The General stopped spinning and continued his flurry, his relentless assault forcing Lincoln’s master to desperately block and deflect each strike. As the blue skinned alien tried to attack the General from behind, he blocked the strike with one lightsword, letting the other drop to his feet. He then grabbed it with his foot and slashed at Lincoln’s master, driving her back. With his other lightsword, he pushed the blue skinned alien back as well. '''

'''The blue skinned alien slid back before jumping up and striking from the air, only for Grievous to deflect the blow with the lightsword wielded by his foot, letting his other foot grab the other one. As the sasquatch and the turban charged, Grievous stood on his hand, his feet wielding the lightswords with as much skill as his hands as he effortlessly deflected and parried everyone’s blows.'''

Lincoln could only stand to the side, his eyes looking for an opening.

“Come on, Lincoln! You have to do something!” Lola shouted.

“No good. He can’t just move in. If he does, he could get in someone’s way or get cut down before he could do anything.” Lynn analyzed.

'''General Grievous flipped up into the air, switching the lightswords from his feet to his hands, and fell towards Lincoln’s master. Lincoln’s master leapt out of the way before General Grievous slammed his lightswords down. Jumping to a high beam, Lincoln’s master held out her hand.'''

“What is she doing?” Lori asked.

“Are we even sure that she’s a she?” Luna questioned. “I mean, their alien race could only have one sex.”

'''General Grievous jumped out of the way scant moments before the ground was crushed, as if a force smashed down on it. '''

“There it again!” Lisa shouted.

“What was that?” Lana asked

“Perhaps there’s some greater power that she could tap into, some greater...force.” Lucy commented.

'''The rest of the group looked up as General Grievous landed on the roof, meeting the cyborg’s gaze. A second passed before the General jumped from his perch, smashing down on the ground and blowing everyone away, the sasquatch remaining. The clothes that the sasquatch wore were torn off, leaving him bare as he charged forward alone. General Grievous stood to his full height as he met the sasquatch in combat. The two exchanged blows, their lightswords flashing in light with each strike. '''

'''The sasquatch tried to disarm Grievous, his lightsword aiming to dislodge the lightsword from Grievous’ hand. Grievous quickly let go, the sasquatch’s lightsword sailing through the empty space and the sasquatch’s body left wide open. Grievous quickly struck the sasquatch through his torso, bringing the sasquatch to his knees as he caught his sword.'''

General Grievous brought down the lightsword.

“NO, SASQUATCH!” Lana cried.

“Geez, we don’t really know any of these guys’ names.” Luan grimaced.

Lincoln recovered in time to look up, his expression shifting to horror as something fell to the ground.

'''The White Haired Padawan looked back, seeing a lot of metal debris behind him. Holding out his hand, the metal debris wiggled before slowly rising to the air. Looking back at Grievous, he held out his hand towards him, commanding the debris to shoot forth like bullets at the cyborg. Above him, Lincoln’s master followed suit, sending her own debris at Grievous.'''

“Wait, Lincoln can do that too?” Lynn questioned.

“Yes, I thought that was an ability that only Lincoln’s master had, since she is the only one using it apparently. But if Lincoln, who is supposed to be an apprentice, can do it, then why aren’t the rest of these Jedi using it? Laserswords are impressive, but something tells me that these powers would be much more useful.” Lisa said, before noticing Lynn and Lana glaring at her.

“Take back what you said about the laserswords.”

'''Grievous didn’t even look bothered as he slashed and cut his way through the avalanche of debris with almost contemptible ease. The turban man charged at him with his lightsword raised, the blue skinned alien not far from him. As General Grievous slashed at another piece of debris, his foot shot forward and grabbed the turban man by the head and slammed him down on the ground.'''

The turban man went disturbingly still.

“...You know, it’s surprising we haven’t seen blood yet.”

As the blue skinned alien approached, General Grievous flipped, grabbing the blue skinned alien with his other foot, and sending both people flying up into the roof.

“And there goes what’s-his-name and what’s-her-face.” Luna grimaced.

“You know, it was really nice of Lincoln to let us know ‘Shaggy’s’ name.” Leni interjected.

'''Lincoln gaped. Looking at Grievous now, Lincoln looked like his will was wavering. He took a step back, only for his master to come behind him and lay a hand on his shoulder. Lincoln looked at her, before furiously composing himself as he and his master charged at the cyborg.'''

'''Lincoln slashed low. His master slashed high. General Grievous blocked both, only to step back as Lincoln and his master pressed the attack.'''

'''Master covered Lincoln’s left, and he protected his master’s right. The two switched their angles, each one striking from a different height, making the cyborg focus on blocking. The two clearly worked as one, almost dance-like in their movements.'''

'''Then General Grievous slashed in the middle, making Lincoln and his master separate. One stood at both sides of the cyborg, light swords at the ready. Just as they were about to charge, the General spun his hands, his light swords transforming into discs of death.'''

'''Lincoln and his master gasped at this display, before they started slashing. As Lincoln fought his end, he saw that General Grievous was starting to focus more on his master, the movements on his side starting to slow. Zeroing in, he saw an opportunity to strike. He raised his lightsword and charged in.'''

“LINCOLN, DON’T!” Lynn shouted.

'''Then General Grievous kicked him in his stomach, and made him realize that he had fallen to Grievous’ feint. Lincoln smacked into some debris, which fell on top of him.'''

“Ouch.”

'''Grievous whaled on Lincoln’s master, free to concentrate fully on her. Lincoln’s master gritted her teeth as she was forced to endure the onslaught. However, through the flurry of slashes, she could see some movement from the pile of debris before Lincoln slowly emerged.'''

'''“Lincoln! HURRY!”'''

'''Lincoln snapped back to reality and got out of the debris. Just then, General Grievous struck Lincoln’s master’s lightsword out of her hands and moved to cut her down. Lincoln’s master held out her hand, a desperate attempt to stop the attack. The lightsword was stopped short of her hand, yet Lincoln’s master was sent flying, smashing into nearby debris.'''

She didn’t immediately get up.

“I am seriously pondering the capabilities of this ability they keep showing.” Lisa said.

“Shouldn’t we be more worried about the fact that Lincoln’s the last one standing now?” Lana pointed out.

“MASTER SHAAK TI!!!” Lincoln yelled, his face twisted in horror and fear.

“Oh thank god! I was getting tired of calling her ‘Lincoln’s master’!” Lynn exclaimed.

Everyone looked at Lynn. Lynn sat around for a while.

“You know, while we’re on the naming thing, lightswords could be named something cooler?”

“What would you even suggest?” Lisa inquired.

“Isn’t there another name for sword?”

“Saber?” Lucy offered.

“Lightsabers… Yeah, that’s better.”

'''Then General Grievous turned to face Lincoln. Lincoln took a step back, before seeing his lightsaber on the ground. He held out his hand towards it. The metallic tube wiggled a bit, slowly flying towards Lincoln before General Grievous smashed down on it with his foot.'''

Lincoln starred as General Grievous stared back, now wielding three lightsabers.

“That’s not good.” Leni said, resisting the urge to bite her fingernails.

The white haired padawan took a step back, mouth moving a bit.

Then…

“Emotion, yet peace.”

Lincoln stopped in his tracks.

“Ignorance, yet knowledge.”

Lincoln took a breath.

“Passion, yet serenity.”

'''Lincoln looked at Grevious’ belt. '''

“Chaos, yet harmony.”

'''Lincoln held out his hand again. One of Grevious’ lightswords flew from his belt. Lincoln caught and ignited it, the blue light of his new sword glowing on his face as he stared down the cyborg.'''

'''He shifted his stance, his lightsaber now parallel with his forearm and angled forwards and slightly up. He held out his other hand, extending two fingers and pointing them at Grievous. His dominant foot was set behind.'''

His eyes screamed defiance at the General.

“Death, yet the Force.”

“Lincoln must be some part of warrior monk order. Those words are definitely some sort of meditation.” Lucy said.

The General leapt into the air, cratering the ground under his feet as he leapt towards Lincoln, his three lightsabers aiming for Lincoln’s flesh.

'''Lincoln’s lightsaber met the General’s in battle, clashing again and again, a lightshow clashing against itself. Lincoln’s movements were tight and focused, making the smallest adjustments to his lightsaber and footwork, creating an absolute defense around him. Try as the cyborg could, Lincoln’s defense was unbreakable.'''

“This ain’t good.” Lynn said suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy asked.

“This style Lincoln using. From what I can see, it’s supposed to be some super defensive style, mostly focused to blocking everything from your opponent, until your opponent either gets tired or makes a mistake for you to take advantage of.”

“I see…”

“What? What is so bad about that?” Lola asked.

“Does that cyborg look like he’s going to get tired anytime soon? Besides, I don’t think he could attack in that style without breaking his rhythm. As far as I can see, Lincoln’s just buying time.”

Lincoln struggled to maintain it, the General’s offense was just as suffocating.

'''As Lincoln gave ground to Grievous’ assault, the General began to double his slashes, turning from a storm to a hurricane, the colors flashing so much that they began to blur together. The general began to savor the impending doom of the foolish padawan that he began to look deep in his eyes, ready to drink in his final moments.'''

Then he realized that Lincoln wasn’t looking at him.

Hearing something come from behind him, Grievous leaned out of the way, letting a lightsaber sail through the space where his torso was.

It was the lightsaber once used by the fallen sasquatch.

'''Lincoln caught the lightsaber, then slashed at the General with both lightsabers, one high and one low. General Grievous blocked both with his own lightsabers, one with his hand and the other with his foot. The general gave a snort of amusement as he raised his free lightsaber to bring it down.'''

Lincoln PUSHED.

'''The general was sent flying, smashing into some nearby debris. As a dust cloud rose up from the fallen pile, Lincoln panted, his lightsaber still up in guard position as he dropped the other lightsaber to the ground. Sweat poured down the side of his face as he fought to alleviate the soreness of his muscles.'''

The rest of the sisters were silent, simply gobsmacked.

“Dude…” Luna breathed.

Lucy noticed Lisa scratching her head. “Something wrong?”

“I don’t understand!” Lisa frowned. “What are the capabilities of this ability?! How does it work?”

Lucy shrugged. “Do you need an explanation? Perhaps it is just meant to work.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Lucy. There has to be a scientific explanation for this. Maybe it is a some kind of cell in the bloodstream…”

Lisa then shivered.

“Something wrong?” Lucy asked.

“I-I don’t know. It was like a million voices suddenly cried out in anger, before returning to where they came…” Lisa said as she tried to control her shivers.

Then General Grievous came out of the pile, his once pristine white cape ruined, but otherwise fine.

“OH COME ON!” Lynn groaned.

'''“...Ha ha ha. To think that a padawan could surprise me this much. I commend you, Jedi. Still…”'''

General Grievous reignited his lightsabers.

“You should have tried harder.”

'''With that, General Grievous leapt forward again, immediately assaulting Lincoln. '''

'''Lincoln gritted his teeth, forcing his aching body to keep up with Grievous’ assault. He had to take a step back, then another, then another. Soon, he was forced to give more and more ground, a desperate attempt to survive a second longer.'''

'''Suddenly, General Grievous slashed low with the lightsaber wielded by his foot. Lincoln jumped up, landing a moment later, his balance upset. General Grievous seized that moment, smashing Lincoln’s guard and forcing him lower and lower, his lightsaber close to his face. Then in one slash, General Grievous smacked his lightsaber out of his hand.'''

“AUGH!!!”

Along with his ear and braid.

“OH MY GOD!!!” said everyone, their eyes wide open as they saw an alternate version of their brother get maimed.

'''Lincoln, breathing heavily, could only look up. General Grievous raised up his lightsabers, ready to end Lincoln’s life. Then he looked up. Lincoln looked back.'''

'''Lisa was about to turn off the viewing port, knowing everyone would be unwilling to see their brother, alternate version or otherwise, die in front of their eyes. Then...'''

'''There, standing behind him, was a group of soldiers, dressed in white uniforms with blue accents and face covering helmets. Their weaponry ranged from rifles, to miniguns, to…'''

“What on earth is that?” Lisa said as she let her hand fall to her side, studying one soldier’s weapon. “Is that a… four barrel chest mounted laser cannon? How does that work?”

“Uh...Lisa?” Lori cleared her throat.

“Oh right.”

'''The one standing in the front, his uniforms having red accents and two handguns, opened fire, his troops firing as well. Lincoln and General Grievous moved out of the way. Lincoln leapt closer to the soldiers, two of them breaking from formation to escort him to the safety of the group. '''

“Oh thank you! Back up!” Lynn said. The rest of the sisters sighed in relief.

Lincoln looked back at the chaos, still seeing General Grievous dodge the laserfire by running up the walls.

'''“SHOOT HIM DOWN! SHOOT HIM DOWN!!!”'''

'''Just as a few of the troopers shot grenades where Grievous was, he jumped from his spot and landed on the ground, kicking up dust. Lincoln was escorted further back, as a few more troopers moved forward, guns aimed at the dust cloud. Grievous emerged, his lightsabers igniting and cutting down whatever he could get within reach.'''

'''“Back up now!” The red commander ordered into his wrist mounted communicator. Immediately, a gunship broke through, the nose of it painted to resemble the visage of a terrible beast. The headlights were on Grievous, who stared at the gunship without fear. '''

Then the guns and missiles fired, driving Grievous away into the field of debris.

“Everyone out!” The commander said as the ship doors opened up, the Advanced Recon soldiers moving inside.

'''“NO!” Lincoln said as he rushed forward, being held by the commander. “HE CAN’T LEAVE!”'''

“LINCOLN, YOU’RE MISSING AN EAR! GET ON THAT PLANE RIGHT NOW!” Lori screamed.

'''“General, we have to leave. The survivors need medical attention.”'''

“Wait, there’s survivors?” Lana exclaimed.

“I believe we can already eliminate Shaggy and that turban guy.” Lucy commented.

“Seriously, what was the deal with his turban?” Lynn asked.

'''Lincoln looked at him, surprise in his eyes. Then he nodded as he immediately boarded the ship. A few soldiers gave covering fire before everyone boarded. The ship took flight, flying through an opening as the commander took out a denotator and pushed it.'''

'''Outside, a couple of inconspicuous tubes started beeping, a few of the droids looking down. Then they exploded, clearing a path and kicking up dust. The ship sailed through the dust, before ascending up in the air, where no anti-air guns could reach them.'''

“Wait, when did they get those there?” Leni asked.

“Considering that group of soldiers and their ship appeared out of nowhere, I wouldn’t be surprised if that ship had cloaking technology.” Lisa hypothesized.

Inside, Lincoln went to the back and gasped at what he saw.

'''“Master Secura.” He commented, seeing the blue skinned alien on one bunk, IVs and makeshift bandages covering her. Then he looked at the other occupant.'''

'''“M-Master Shaak Ti!” He said, joy and relief at seeing his mentor. Though she was in the same condition, Lincoln could see her chest slightly rising up and down.'''

“They’re stable, sir. They’ll need some extra medical attention, but they’ll make it.”

Lincoln fell silent, not even noticing the trooper that was started administering first aid to his wound.

“They were the only survivors?”

The helmet betrayed nothing.

“Yes.”

'''Lincoln looked back down at his master. Just as he heard the commander about to leave, he spoke up.'''

“Commander.”

“Yes, sir?” The commander said, looking over his shoulder.

“The c...the men that had fallen today, who were they?”

The commander turned to face Lincoln completely.

“Designations-” “That’s not what I’m asking.” Lincoln interrupted him.

“...We called them Jax, Bolt, John, and Draw.”

'''Lincoln nodded. “They fought bravely, and we owe them and you our lives. Thank you.”'''

'''The commander nodded. “Yes, sir.”'''

'''The man left, leaving Lincoln next to his wounded compatriots, not even hissing as the field medic applied antiseptic. '''

With that, the viewing port turned off as all the sisters sighed in relief. Lisa made her way to the front.

“I think it is far to say that we should go ahead and rest for today.”

The rest of the sisters agreed, going out the door…

Almost running into Lincoln.

“Guys, it’s time for dinner. What were you guys doing?”

“Nothing! Nothing!” The sisters said as they moved forward, bringing Lincoln along with them. As they did, Lincoln noticed Leni staring intently at his face.

“Hey Leni, is there something on my face?” Lincoln asked.

“Oh nothing, was just looking at your ear.” Leni responded.

“My ear?”

“By the way, you ever thought about growing out your hair?”

Author’s Notes:

Well, hope this chapter satisfies.

And as for some further expansion into this Lincoln’s background.

This scene came out of Star Wars: Clone Wars, a 2003 mini series set in the star wars universe co-written, produced, and directed by Gennedy Tartakovsky, and was where the character of General Grievous was first introduced.

While the scene is mostly the same admittably, details are different as well as circumstances. Considering that Lincoln was replacing a Jedi Master who had trained under Grand Master Yoda for two decades, I had to conceive of a way that Lincoln could survive against Grievous that didn’t involve pure lightsaber skill.

But enough of that, you probably want to know more about what I envisioned about what had happened to Lincoln in the Star Wars.

Discovered to be force-sensitive as an infant, Lincoln was taken away and trained in the ways of the force. Growing up, Lincoln definitely believed in the Jedi, and believed that he had a responsibility to use the force responsibly and to use it to fight against evil and defend what was good in the world. As much as his instructors encouraged this view, they also saw that his sense of responsibility also translated into a sense of guilt should others get injured and he felt like he had a hand in it.

Feeling that such an attachment could lead to imbalance, and therefore temptation into the dark side, he was paired with Jedi Master Shaak Ti, a master known for her technical skill in teaching as well as control of her emotions. Shaak Ti would be a little wary of the pairing, considering the two Padawans she had before Lincoln had risen to the ranks of Jedi Knight fairly quickly, yet died relatively early due to lack of field experience. Before Shaak Ti could protest, war between the Galactic Republic and the Trade Confederation broke out.

Shaak Ti, and Lincoln by extension, were first assigned to the planet of Kamino in order to help train the Republic new Clone Army. Balancing training the clones and Lincoln, the two’s relationship were eventually solidified. While the two definitely had some disagreements with each other, Shaak unsure of the Jedi’s intervention in the war and Lincoln being all for it, the two start to bond, Lincoln in particular figuring out Shaak Ti’s quirks. It was also here that Lincoln interacted with the Clones, and the more that he did, the more he felt unsettled about the idea of breeding an entire people whose sole purpose in life was to fight.

After this assignment, Lincoln and Shaak Ti were assigned to a task force consisting of Aayla Secura, K’Kurhk, and Tarr Seirr in order to assist Jedi Master Daakman Barrek and his Padawan Sha’a Gi in destroying a large droid factory located on the planet Hypori. Almost immediately, things went wrong.

And that is that for now.

Do you guys want me to eventually come back to this universe and see if Lincoln *Spoilers*.

Otherwise, next chapter will come out… some time.