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Prompt:

After the death of (Y/N)'s lover, Kit Fisto, she and her son must survive in a world that hates the Jedi.

Requested by jazzzylovetoread

Part 2! The Widow

She/Her

1st POV
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The nightmares never ceased after Order 66 and the leadership declaration of Emperor Palpatine. Around 6 years have passed since the destruction of the Jedi Order. Millie has grown into a powerful Jedi Knight, and my son, a peach-colored Nautolan named Serio, has a knack for force-wielding as well. He has his father's strength, and my determination. It's almost as if Kit lives on through him,

                "When do I get my own lightsaber?" the Nautolan asked while fingering at the hilt of my blade curiously. Millie has taken a liking to him, so I've collectively decided on letting her train him once he comes of age.

                 Picking up the Youngling, I push a kiss to his forehead and smile, "Once you can actually hold one up above your head, we will talk."

Serio sighed in defeat, knowing he wouldn't get what he wanted. We've had this talk hundreds of times— a Youngling doesn't receive a lightsaber until they understand the very bindings of the force alone, not to mention they understand a lightsaber is their life and not a toy. The Nautolan didn't comprehend that last part quite yet,

"How can I learn to use it if Miy isn't ever around to teach me?" my son asked. He couldn't quite pronounce 'Millie' yet, so Miy was as close as we got.

Patting his head, I placed him down and sighed, "Yeah I know. I wish she was around more too, but it's just how it is, young one."

Millie often travelled to other planets, trying to locate other force-sensitive children before the Empire did. We once located a Twi'lek, but unfortunately, the Empire found him before we even arrived on the planet. It's hard to tell what state the poor boy is in, if he's even still alive. Serio and Millie are the only hope I have— the only way I can still feel Kit flowing through me.

                   I had a bad feeling about this trip Millie was going on, however. Something in the force was just eating at me... telling me not to let her go alone. I couldn't just leave Serio, though. Against my better judgement, I let her go. The good outweighed the bad during these missions. If we found a new Jedi, or even a member of our old Order that had fled into hiding, there would be a hope for us, and Millie sacrificing herself for the better good of the Jedi was honorable,

"I can sense her arrival," my son commented, pointing at the sky, "Is that her, momma?"

I nodded, pulling my son close to my side, watching the clouds part slowly as a ship sunk melancholily towards the ground, "You're getting stronger with the force. Do you sense anyone else on board with her?"

The little Nautolan scrunched up his peach-colored nose in thought. Finally, as the ship landed, he nodded his head, "A human. male I believe."

I recognized the force-signature. I can't pinpoint the name, but the individual Millie has located is an experienced Jedi, perhaps a General of the Clone Wars. She's to be congratulated for even finding him, yet alone convincing the Jedi to come along with her. We Jedi have trust issues these days.

                  Pulling Serio onto my back, I rushed to the landing sight; my hand on my (F/C) lightsaber, just in case it was a trap. Even though I could sense everything going on in the ship, it never hurts to be too careful, especially with the Empire hiding around every corner.

                   Placing my hands on my hips, I waited patiently as the ship's door slowly opened, revealing the short red-headed girl. She was accompanied by a face I haven't seen in a long time,

                    "Master Kota?" I breathed out, very relieved to see the old man again after all these years.

                    The old Jedi nodded his recognition at me. His grey hair was tied up in a messy bun, and his eyes were a cloudy-white; obviously blinded since the fall of the Jedi, "Master (L/N)," he croaked out, "Your Padawan told me you survived, but I didn't believe it."

                    "She's actually a knight now, my old friend," I smiled, helping the blind Jedi General from the ship, Serio gripping my hair in confusion, "How'd you escape? And how'd you... you know?"

                    "Lose my sight?" the General snorted in annoyance, "Some Sith apprentice. Vader's lackey it seems. And it turns out I was right about the Clones— they weren't to be trusted. You and Kit should've listened to my advice about not having a battalion, or maybe he would've made it too."

                    My heart sunk into my belly at that remark. Rahm must've not known that Kit was taken out by Darth Sidious himself, not the Clone rebellion,

                    "Father didn't die from Clones!" the little Nautolan chimed in from behind me, obviously angry at the Jedi's accusation, "The Sith got him!"

                    Master Kota cocked his head in the young one's direction. Although he couldn't see my son, he could sense his presence, and of course his force signature,

                     "You're Fisto's boy, then," the man suggested as Serio dropped from my back and approached the man, "He'd be very proud of you. You're brave like him— an admirable trait."

I was surprised by Kota's high praise. He wasn't the Jedi to give out praise easily, especially to Younglings. The young ones annoyed him. That's why he only had one apprentice, Falon Grey. I wonder if Kota knew of his whereabouts.

"Who's training this one?" Kota asked while walking side-by-side with myself and my old apprentice; Serio back on my shoulders again.

Glancing over at Millie, I sigh inwardly and shrug, "I haven't told her yet, but I would like Millie to train him once he reaches age." Millie's eyes shot open in surprise at that, "I've been teaching him simple meditation techniques and common lightsaber combat that could get him out of trouble, but I want to stick to the Jedi Code, and not train him. He's my son, and it's against the Jedi Code for him to even be alive, yet alone train him."

"I would be honored, Master," my old apprentice chimed in, looking to Kota for approval. It's almost as if she's formed a bond with the old man, even though they've only known each other for a short while, "Master Kota has some information you may be interested in... about the Empire."

"Let's hurry inside then," I chime in, ducking into the cave we've been calling a home for the past six years.

It's not the most comfy home for any life form, yet alone three— no, four Jedi, but we've added some advancements over the years. There used to be a nest of Gundarks living in the cave, but we took care of them quickly. Who knew Gundark pelts sold so well on Tatooine? Throughout the years, we also added a tribute to all the Jedi that were confirmed lost or missing— Master Plo Koon, Master Nu, Padawan Tano, the Younglings, and of course, Master Kit Fisto.

Sitting at the mahogany table in the center of the tributes, my mind begins to wander. All these ancient and powerful Jedi... lost. Mace Windu, Aayla Secura, Luminara Unduli. They wouldn't have died in vein. This information Master Kota has may just be enough to form a competitive Rebellion— enough to challenge the mighty Empire,

"The Empire has a weakness," Kota begins as Millie begins helping him find a seat, "They're building a grand weapon. It has firepower supposedly 20x stronger than a Star Destroyer, and has enough room to house their entire army. The core in the middle isn't completely protected yet. If we could get a ship in there and blow it up, they'd be very vulnerable."

"Are the Emperor and Darth Vader on board?" I asked as Serio climbed off my back and sat down beside me.

The old Jedi shrugged regrettably, "Unfortunately that's all the informant could give me. If we could get enough dedicated individuals, we could put a huge damper on their plans."

Looking over at Serio, my heart broke. I wanted nothing more than the world for my son. Revenge for his father's death. This plan could give me just that, yet, something held me back from a direct answer. I felt like Kit wouldn't approve of my reasoning behind my agreement— revenge isn't the Jedi Way, even when it's this scenario.

Pulling parchment from my pocket, I write down coordinates that I've kept memorized since the fall of the Republic. 20-345-8192. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had given them to me. He never gave a clear answer to where they'd lead, but to trust my instincts the entire way,

"Once we get to these coordinates, I'll make my decision on whether I'll help or not," I replied, balling up the parchment and placing it in my pocket.

Kota scoffed and shook his head, "I risked life and limb to get this information to you, and that's the best answer you can give me?" he turned to face my old apprentice, a stern look on his face, "Your trust in your old Master is misplaced."

As Kota got up to leave, I placed my hand on his shoulder, "Kenobi gave them to me," I whispered, knowing that would catch his attention, "I'd like it if you came with us."

Stopping, he turned back around and sharply exhaled, "I'm not the same Jedi I once was. If this is dangerous, I won't be able to help."

"That's where we come in, Master," Millie chimed in, scooping up Serio into her arms, "I say we check out the coordinates. It can't hurt."

                      Although Master Kota couldn't see, I felt like he was looking into my very soul; like he was trying to view my intent. I wasn't too disturbed by that fact, because I was driven by keeping the Order alive, nothing else,

                      "Lead the way, then," the Jedi groaned, shaking himself out of my grip and allowing me to step in front of him.

Our ship wasn't the fanciest in the galaxy, but that was our intentions. It was a small transport ship, specifically used to blend in while we travel from our planet of Vanqor to Tatooine where we delivered the Gundark pelts, teeth, and hooves. Ironically, that's where we were headed to now.

I let Millie drive the ship, while Serio and Kota remained in the front. Placing myself in a desolate room, I turned the lights off and slipped into a peaceful meditation. Even the hyperspace sequence didn't phase me. I just wanted to know what we were getting ourselves into; both with the coordinates and the Empire's secret weapon.

The first thing I noticed was the sand planet of Tatooine. I could smell smoke and burning flesh. Then, a flash of blue against red— clashes of color sparking by. Death. Destruction. Then, peace.

Regardless of the Jedi Code, these coordinates would bring peace over the entire galaxy, and as a Jedi, that's my duty over all. Knowing this, it would be folly for me to ignore this potentially rebellion, and save my son from further grief.

Trying to shake myself away from the meditation, a familiar presence holds me in place,

"Trying to leave without saying hello, my love?" the long-forgotten voice questioned teasingly, "How is my son?"

I could see his soft brown eyes, as if we were still tied in the Clone Wars, and he was still by my side. I could feel anxiety wracking through my body, yet alongside that, comfort. Kit Fisto was okay, regardless of how his life ended,

"I named him Serio," I whispered, not removing my gaze from my husband, "I know you'd be so proud of him. He's showing signs of being a strong Jedi, even this early in his life." Cutting myself off, I take a sharp breath and continue, "I need to know. If I make the decision to join this Rebellion, will you support me? It is against the Jedi Code, but I believe it's something I must do."

Placing his forehead against mine, I forced back tears. His skin felt different; almost how steam feels against bare skin, yet it felt the same, "Darling, whatever you choose to do will shape the future for all the Jedi. I wouldn't put the Jedi's future in anyone else's hands. You're capable of making your own decisions, regardless of what the Council or the Order would've thought. Choose Serio's future."

Those last three words hit something deep in me with an iron hammer. Something just clicked, and I now truly know this is my destiny. Whatever, or whoever lies on Tatooine will lead us to victory against the Imperials, and I won't just do this for myself. I'll do this for Serio, Millie, Master Kota, and most importantly, Kit Fisto. Even through death, my husband continues to inspire me in ways I never would've believed.

June 24th, 2020
(Moved to Tumblr @ morgan_mwah)


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