I don't own Star Wars. If I did, it would have Ben Skywalker not Ben Solo. This starts in Beyond but the majority will be in Saga. Prologue It was Avarice’s idea, though Voracious and Luxur quickly lent their aid. Yet, it was Ire that learned how to execute it. It didn’t take long to find the appropriate planet. Each of the seven deadly Sith brought one or two of their acolytes to the place of sacrifice. It was an all but an uninhabitable world. A planet in its infancy, volcanic and violent. Tribesmen had been gathered, men, women and children and brought to the largest volcanoes edge. As they approached the volcano, the tribesmen trembled long before they knew what the Sith planned. The tribesmen’s skin was thick, almost leather like, to protect them from the constant heat and sulfurous air. Even with the Force, Ire felt it difficult to breath. These indigenous people had long feared this rupture in the earth’s crust. Perhaps they even had gone as far as to give it a status of godhood. A vengeful, angry god. One that Ire had no problem using to his advantage. This was their first attempt to achieve their goals, leaving their brothers and sisters on Korriban to prepare for the transfer. And even more to keep Skywalker and his band occupied. Once they made the transfer and everything was going according to plan. There would be no Skywalker to interfere. The trek up the mountain was long and laborious. The acolytes had spent weeks constructing a pathway that would allow the Hutt, Voracious, slither up to the volcano’s edge. Narcix had wanted to leave Voracious behind. But it would take all seven of them to control the release of the Force. The heat was incredible. A violent torrent of superheated rock, that built up underneath the earth until it found a crack and was released to spill its acid like venom. Ire had once been like that himself, until there were no more barriers to his power. Until he’d shaken off the shackles and let the true power of the Force free. It was because of this that the tribesmen allowed the Sith to lead them to their death. The weak, the feeble, would follow anyone with strength. It was why the Sith had the right to rule. It was why they would push these beings into the volcano and use the Force of others to open a rift. Ire looked to the others, all having taken their positions around the mouth of the volcano. He closed his eyes, gave the signal. The acolytes lead them to their deaths. And with each one, Ire and the others could feel that little extra bump in the force. He grabbed onto it, stretched it, strengthened it until it came to a point. The other Sith began to add their own stolen power. They single became heavier and heavier. The sheer concentration it took to hold it, caused Ire to disregard the heat of the volcano burning the tips of his boots, the flames liking at his robes and skin. He cried out with the effort. Luke Skywalker, the Grand Master of the Jedi, was awakened by an all too familiar claxon. He’d barely had time to rub the sleep from his eyes before his son, Ben, had come into his room. His seventeen-year-old son had spared a thought for his father when he’d chosen quarters right next to Luke’s. Luke had been grateful for the gesture, but it was times like this that he wished Ben had been less attentive. His boy had never known a time of peace. “Ben?” he said, not needing to elucidate further. The distance that had once existed between them had been swallowed up in the wake of Mara’s death. “Looks like the Sith,” Ben said, pulling clothes from Luke’s closest and tossing them to his father. “Another hit and fade probably.” Luke climbed out of his sleep clothes and into the ones Ben had selected, then caught the lightsaber Ben tossed at him. “Fighters?” “Yeah, couple dozen. Doesn’t make sense, though. They know by now how many we can throw at them. Still they peck like a Degnic bird. Durron’s scrambled the fighters. But it also looks like they’re sending down ground troops.” “That’s new,” Luke said. Before he could stand up. Ben pressed a ration into his hand. “Eat first,” Ben said. “This isn’t anything they can’t solve on their own for a few minutes.” The actions and the words were straight from Mara. Ben was trying to fill a void that wasn’t his responsibility. If anything, Luke should be attending to him. “The children?” “Secured in the escape tunnels. And yes, I’ve got a droid down their making sure all the escape pods are ready if need be.” Luke swallowed a mouthful of gritty tasteless grain and protein. He gave Ben a mischievous smile. “Perhaps I should retire, you seem to have everything all in hand.” Ben paused from his frantic hovering. “Dad don’t say that. Not even as a joke. We both know I didn’t inherit an iota of yours or Aunt Leia’s diplomacy. I’m good at giving orders that have already been created. I’m just following your protocols.” He returned Luke’s grin. “Besides, you have to figure out what the shav they’re trying to accomplish. While you’re busy saving the galaxy, the rest of us can make sure you’re kept safe.” They were out in the hall when Jaina met up with them. “Some of the ground carriers have made it to the surface. They’re converging on the academy now.” “Did Durron send out the sentries?” Ben asked. “Master Durron,” Jaina reminded. Ben rolled his eyes. “Master Durron, the great and exalted, did he send out the sentries?” “Ben,” Jaina tsked. It was an old argument. Ben didn’t truly hold a grudge. He’d risked his life enough times for Kyp to know the boy didn’t truly hate the Jedi Master. But Luke was sure if Ben ever married, Kyp wouldn’t be on his list to be best man. It troubled Luke that Ben probably didn’t have any man on his list. “They’ll need help,” Ben continued, ignoring the reprimand. “I’ll be outside. Dad needs…” “No, I’m coming with you.” Luke felt it. A whisper of the Force. He took Jaina’s hand. “And you?” “With you,” Jaina said with a small smile. “As always.” Ben opened his mouth to protest, but Luke delayed him with a hand. “Ben I appreciate your concern, but there is somewhere I have to be.” That silenced his son. Once Luke used his Master tone, everyone knew to stop speaking and start hearing. He led two out into battle. [hr]> Ire nearly gasped as the concentrated point of power coalesced like concentrated light inversed. He used it as a scalpel, cutting through space and time. The wound opened up, bleeding out radiation, at the center of the volcano. With another cry, he waved a hand, the wound opening until it was a terrible gash. Luxor and Avarice eyed the gash with hungry eyes. Of course they were the first to jump. Voracious, Narcix and Invidia were next. Acedia eyed Ire. Of all of them, she was the one who hadn’t agreed right away. She was happy with the way the Sith were growing. She saw no reason to go to the past in the hopes of destroying a legacy that was already tearing itself apart. Skywalker had lost two nephews; his niece had been on the brink of madness and the son…well that Skywalker had always been a mystery. He sent a demand mentally. The acolytes had gone from pushing the tribesmen into the volcano to cutting them down with their recently ignited blades as though there had been an eruption. It flowed down in ribbons of red light. He wouldn’t be able to maintain this much longer. Acedia jumped. Keeping most of his concentration on the monumental effort in the Force, Ire took a running start and jumped into the portal, taking him to a time, he knew the Sith could finally reign. Ben watched his father closely. He knew it was ridiculous and stupid. After all, Luke Skywalker had lived and fought through more battles than Ben could count long before Ben had been born. Yet the Force could be a terrible nag sometimes. He could feel something was going to happen. And as usual, it centered around his father. Keeping with his usual mode of operation, Luke had thrown himself into the middle of the conflict. The Sith had sent a bigger force than they had in the past, but not the full might of Korriban. Not for the first time, Ben wondered what it was they were trying to accomplish, other than dwindle down their own numbers. He met a red lightsaber with his own, twisting them together before arching it into the ground. As the Sith fought to pull his blade away, Ben lashed out with his left hand, sending the Sith flying into one of his compatriots. He picked up the Sith’s blade, flipped the pommel in his hand and ignited it as one came up from behind. The Sith roared and crashed to the ground. Ben closed his eyes, feeling a wave in the Force. He spun around looking for his father. Luke had traveled too far away from him during the melee. Thankfully, Jaina was close, her violet blade working in tandem with Luke’s green. Still, Ben felt he needed to be closer. He picked his way across the battle field, taking a mental catalogue of the injured as he went. Cilghal and her team would need the information once the Sith had retreated. The wave was cresting, he could feel it rise like a tidal wave, the fall most certainly aiming for Luke and Jaina. For the most part, the Sith sent their acolytes to do their dirty work, those trained in basic knowledge in the Force, those who were expendable. Several were already littered at the two Jedi Masters feet, but more still were trying to press their advantage by sheer numbers. Ben leaped over the acolytes, joining his father and cousin. His blue blade parried several attacks before he dropped to the ground and cut his leg through those of two acolytes. They went down and he made sure they stayed down. He’d found it an inherent problem with most Force-users, they rarely mixed saber play with hand-to-hand. There were distinct advantages to being the son of Mara Jade Skywalker. He raised his blue blade and his stolen one up in a cross over his head as one of the acolytes brought an aggressive downward thrust toward him. He came up and threw the captured Sith blade towards the acolyte. The Sith stumbled back. “Anybody else have a bad feeling?” Ben called. “Any thoughts, Uncle Luke?” Jaina asked. When his father didn’t answer, Ben chanced a glance to look at him. Luke was still fighting, but there was a look in his eyes, a distance that told Ben that he wasn’t seeing everything in front of him. “Dad,” he cried. It didn’t shake Luke out of his reverie. “Ben, behind you,” Jaina warned. He brought his own attention back to the matter at hand, but it was too late. Still he managed a sloppy parry that caused the Sith acolyte’s blade to go down his side, instead of through his neck. He barely had time to cry out as the blade skimmed down his left side, charring unisuit and skin alike before the wave came down. Time and space were strange things. The backward planet the Sith had left in their time, became a well-populated if somewhat backwater world with a spaceport. It had taken a lot of difficult calculations and several navicomputers to ensure that the space they came out of nearly 80 years into the past would align with a world that could take them to any destination they desired. Still Ire was surprised how well it had worked. He exchanged glances with his six brothers and sisters. They had work to do. First stop, Chancellor Palpatine’s office, Coruscant. The Force worked in mysterious ways. One moment, they’d been battling a legion of Sith and their acolytes, the next they were on a landing platform. Watching as two ships approached. Ben looked up as the aquiline ship passed overhead, and Luke caught him as the pain flashed anew. Luke lowered him to the ground. “What happened?” he gasped, resisting the urge to hold the sound with his hands as his father looked at it. Luke glanced around before ordering, “Jaina, watch those ships, something still feels disturbed.” He turned to Ben. “You’re supposed to be the observant one, the level-headed one. This needs to stop. I don’t need my seventeen-year-old son looking after me.” Ben was about to argue when he felt the spike of danger. “Dad.” His father’s eyes were stern. “Stay here.” He pushed passed the pain and offered a wry smile. “Hey, this is the first relaxation I’ve had in years. I’m not going anywhere.” Luke smiled and ran off to help Jaina. Ben waited in a haze of pain. Wind whipped all around him and carried part of a conversation. “I guess I was wrong. There was no danger.” Internally, Ben groaned. Fate had a nasty habit of proving such statements wrong. He wasn’t surprised when something exploded.