Title: Sins of Our Fathers Author: windu4 Genre: AU, action/adventure, romance, some faux-philosophy Characters: Anakin Solo, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Nejaa Halycon, and others Timeline: This takes place shortly before the Clone Wars. Summary: After Anakin Solo's death at the hands of the Vong his spirit is thrown back through time and into his grandfather's body. As he quickly adapts to his new role in history he comes to realize that many events that tore the galaxy apart can be fixed and the Jedi Order can survive the machinations of Darth Sidious. Yet at what cost? Notes: I'm still working out the kinks for the "science" of this adventure but I think it'll right itself eventually! I'm also a bit confused with the stardates of Pre-Empire so forgive me for any continuity screw ups. Technically this fanfic takes place after Ansion. And lastly if anyone has any questions about this: When Anakin "possesses" his grandfather's body Anakin Skywalker's consciousness simply ceases to exist and Anakin Skywalker's body begins to adapt to Anakin Solo until the body basically looks like how Anakin Solo did when he died. I doubt anyone will notice since Anakin looks so similar to his grandfather, anyway! It'll just be minor changes like his hair, cheekbones etc etc. It's a bit confusing, I know. Disclaimer: Lucas and more important Denning since I basically copied and pasted SbS in the first chapter! Also to all the people who thought of body-switching AUs before me. --- Chapter 1 If there was one universal stereotype for human male teenagers in the galaxy is that they loved their sleep. They could be disciplined and trained or even conditioned to wake up before the sun had even begun to shine. Yet when there was no one there to remind them of their conditioning or training they would slip right back into their ordinary habits. Anakin Skywalker was no different. Ansion had drained all of his energy and as a result the Council had ordered them to take some time to relax and rejuvenate themselves. It had been two days and Anakin had practically spent the whole time in his bed dead to the galaxy. So when his master was forced to come down to Anakin’s dorm room in the isolated chambers kept for the Jedi Apprentice Anakin failed to respond to the incessant knocking on the door. The young Jedi continued to snore until his roommate woke up and threw his pillow at Anakin before going back to sleep. Anakin woke up and sighed as he stared up at the ceiling. Something didn’t feel quite right. He pushed his suspicion away and assumed that it was simply sleepiness. “Coming, master!” Anakin yelled at the direction of the door. “Anakin, I told you about this yesterday. The Council requires our presence at 0900 for our next mission and if you don’t hurry we’ll be late. If I don’t see you outside in the next fifteen minutes than you will find yourself with a part-time job at Dex’s Diner washing dishes.” Anakin frowned as he stared up at the ceiling. He knew that the man yelling at him was his master. He certainly sounded like one. Yet he didn’t know who that man was and he definitely didn’t know about Dex’s Diner. Anakin’s frown deepened and he closed his eyes and reached into the vestiges of his memory. If he tried hard enough he could remember sitting there as a child with his father and mother eating something greasy and tasty. Anakin shrugged and slipped off of his bed and onto the flower. He glanced around at his dorm room and again a frown reached his face. It was much more spacious than how he remembered and the angles of the walls and ceiling were sloping and curved. It reminded him of how Ikrit had described the Force as a current that followed the subtle shapes and lines of it surrounding environment. Anakin had never been one for meditation but the very shape of his room made him feel like sitting down and drawing himself into the Force for hours on end. Then the pounding on the door resumed. “ANAKIN!” “Can you just do what Kenobi tells you, Skywalker?” The black-haired male buried his head into his second pillow. “I’m trying to sleep.” Anakin Solo stopped as he reached inside a nearby closet for what he assumed were his clothes. “Skywalker?” He echoed stupidly. “Yeah, Skywalker.” The teenager said irritably. “I’m coming, Master!” Anakin said as loudly before he hurriedly pulled on his dark brown tunic and robes. He wasn’t sure what was going on but it couldn’t be something that a hot bowl of stew couldn’t fix. He was pretty sure that kids had gotten past the faze of calling him by Uncle Luke’s name when he was growing up. It looked like things hadn’t changed. Either way, he couldn’t be bothered. After Anakin finished dressing he stepped in front of the long mirror on wall adjacent to his bed. He stared at himself and frowned. His clothes were too big for him. Not big to the point where he’d be tripping all over himself but to the point where he was uncomfortable. There was another thing. Anakin hated dark colors. He hated them. They reminded him of the visions he had as a child directly linked to his father. On top of that his clothes were much too formal. Some liked to dress like the Jedi of the Old Republic but Anakin had always liked form-fitting clothes. They had become even more ideal when the Vong had come. He had always---Anakin paused. The Vong War. Hadn’t he died? Wasn’t he supposed to be dead right now?!?! He suddenly felt dizzy and placed his hand against the mirror as a flood of images, sensations and feelings assaulted him…. ----Anakin opened himself to the Force completely, drawing it into himself through the power of his emotions — not through his anger or fear like a Dark Jedi, but through his love for his family and his fellow Jedi Knights, through his faith in the Jedi purpose and the promise of the future. The Force poured in from all sides, filling him with a swirling maelstrom of power and purpose, saturating him and devouring him. There was nothing to be frightened of, no reason to grieve. He could feel it flowing into him and himself flowing into it. Anakin was the Force, and the Force was Anakin. Anakin rose. His body emitted a faint aura of light — the glow of his cells burning out — and the air crackled around him. […] Go now… Anakin raised the detonator so his brother and sister could see. Thirty seconds. He released the trigger. Take her, Jacen. Kiss Tahiri for me… Anakin used the Force to nudge the sphere away, then caught an amphistaff in the ribs and went down hard, letting his lightsaber fall from his hand. His aura was only a faint glow, flickering between dim and nonexistent. The maelstrom inside was dying away now, flowing back into the Force. Nom Anor rushed for the detonator again. Anakin waited until the executor was almost on it, then reached out with the Force one last time, rolling the sphere towards the cargo pod. He did not hear the angry curse that followed, nor did he see Nom Anor fleeing at a dead run. By then, Anakin was gone. --- Anakin woke up reclined on a bed. It was a different one this time. He was in a bright room that was just as spacious, curved and comforting as his dorm room. Except he recognized it as a med bay. If he concentrated on the Force he could feel the discomfort and annoyance of other injured Jedi in different rooms. It was a stark contrast to the intense pain and suffering he was so used to feeling from his fellow Jedi. Anakin tried to sit up but he felt a soothing humanoid hand slip onto his bare chest and gently push him back down. “Cighal?” Anakin croaked, even though the hand that had touched him had been far too small and feminine to be Cighal’s hand. “You need to relax, Anakin.” A girl who sounded to be right about his age said softly. “If I had known that our mission to Ansion had made you this tired I would have tried to help you sooner.” “He doesn’t need help.” A male-voice said suddenly. “Skywalker is just trying to skip out on meeting the Council. They probably figured out that he’s been breaking into the training room at night to brush up his lightsaber skills. Can you rival Master Yoda with your lightsaber skills yet?” “Anakin!” The girl said suddenly. “Is that why your braids are missing? Did you set the blaster fire rate on the training droids to high and get your hair scorched?” Anakin had kept his eyes closed the whole time desperately trying to find a familiar presence through the Force. He had reached far and wide throughout the medbay and even into the surrounding rooms and hallways of the temple. Yet he had felt nothing. Just small imprints of people that he had known and respected in the past. They were so fleeting that that they mine as well didn’t exist. Anakin worked up the courage to open his eyes again and saw a young woman roughly his age staring down at him. She didn’t look fully human but was definitely gorgeous by their standards. Her skin had a yellowish tint (makeup?) and a bridge of what looked to be star-shaped tattoos crossed over her nose. Her finger nails were painted a dark blue and her aura radiated calmness and serenity. As for the young man across from him his presence felt slightly more familiar. That didn’t make him any more comforting. He felt more like déjà vu than anything else. He was dressed like a padawan and his tunic and pants were green-colored. His hair was black as midnight and a ghost of a beard covered his face. He felt cocky and self-assured and his own confidence seemed to extend to Anakin and make him feel better about his situation. Only by a little. Anakin had never been in a situation like this before but he had read holobooks. This could be a test by the Vong or he could be in some strange afterlife. All he knew was that if he acknowledged that something was strange he’d probably alarm people or warn them that he was onto something. “Yeah…Yeah I got scorched.” Anakin’s finger brushed behind his right ear. He had paid attention to Tionne’s classes enough to know how the Jedi Padawans of the old days had lived. “Silly me.” He said with a grin. “Yeah.” His roommate stood to his feet. “Well, Master Tiin is expecting me. I think we might have the same mission, Skywalker. Something about tracking down a renegade ship. If you get better and the Council greenlights you than we’re taking my Master’s ship. I know you’ve always wanted to fly it but he promised me first dibs. Not that you could manage it, anyway.” The kid smirked at him and Anakin felt inclined to prove him wrong or beat him somehow. Not that he didn’t like him. More like he wanted to wipe that smug and superior look off of his face with his fist. As his roommate turned and headed towards the door he suddenly stopped as it opened. A bearded man with reddish-brown hair and a full beard stepped inside. He held all the regal bearing and authority of a Jedi Knight. Yet it wasn’t like the ones that Anakin was used to interacting with. Anakin sensed tranquility and calmness from the man. “Nejaa.” The bearded man inclined his head. “Master Kenobi.” Nejaa bowed his head. “Will I look forward to seeing you on the Sharp Spiral?” Obi-Wan turned towards Anakin who was now gaping at him open-mouthed. “That remains to be seen.” He said lightly. Nejaa smirked. “Yes, Master.” He turned and left and the door shut behind him. Obi-Wan turned towards Anakin and shook his head. “Well my very young apprentice. Did it ever occur to you that you should check into medbay if you were feeling under the weather? Furthermore managing to get your padawan braid blasted off by a training droid is quite a feat.” Anakin’s mouth was still gaping open. “Y-You’re Old Ben.” Obi-Wan frowned. “Excuse me?” “I mean…” Anakin shook his head quickly and closed his mouth. “Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan sighed and turned towards the girl. “Barriss; is he going to be alright?” Barriss smiled. “Yes, Master Kenobi. He may need some fluids and a few hearty meals but he’ll recover fine. As long as he gets rest on Master Tiin’s ship he should be able to work at full capacity for the Council’s Mission.” Anakin swallowed hard. “Er, Master Kenobi?” Obi-Wan turned towards him. “Yes, Anakin?” “What’s the er…what’s the stardate?” “12:2:22” Obi-Wan said. “Why?” Anakin noted that Obi-Wan didn’t use the established dating system by the New Republic. He also realized that every Jedi he had seen so far had been dressed like a bohemian monk and that none of them had carried blasters. So when it fully struck him that he had somehow wound up backwards in time after he had died and that it wasn’t all some type of foolish dream Anakin simply couldn’t take it anymore. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted; the moment before he passed out he desperately hoped that this was some silly dream. That he hadn’t somehow wounded up in his grandfather’s body or anything of the sort. That he’d wake up in the Embrace of Pain waiting for Master Luke and Aunt Mara to rescue him. Yet deep down Anakin knew that wouldn’t be the case. That this wasn’t a dream and that he was stuck. So he fainted.