Anakin Skywalker : Sorcerer Supreme

[Zetsway]

Odd that Strange went straight to "Call me Master when I am teaching you" despite just learning Anakin was a slave.

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I'm a bit late to the party, but this whole 'master=trauma' is fanon. Anakin never called Watto 'master'. He refered to him by name, and when he would tell anyone that he was a slave, he would say that he was owned by not that Watto was his master. Basically, the word means nothing to Anakin, especially since he now associates it with Teacher(same as in canon)

 

[Samael61]

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Tatooine

Mos Espa

29 BBY

He glared at the slavers.

He was traveling through Mos Espa at night in his astral form. A group of pirates had brought a dozen people, all in chains and shock collars. They were being marched to a warehouse to be kept until tomorrow. They would be chipped as soon as possible, which would make rescuing them impossible.

Though, he had no idea how to save them now. He didn't want to expose the Mystic Arts but he didn't want to leave these people like this either. He began to think, considering what he could do.

No matter how much he hated to admit it, he could not find all these Weequays off. But maybe he didn't need to.

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Sanctum Sanctorum

He returned to his body, leaving his bed and dressing. He sneaked into the artifact room, standing before the glass casing. "Hey, I need your help," he said. Whenever his master didn't wear the Cloak of Levitation, the sentient cloth was left hanging in the artifact room.

The cloak did not respond, swishing even though there was no wind. "We are going to free slaves."

It stirred, leaving the wooden stand standing before him. Anakin didn't know what it was thinking, or even if it was intelligent enough to weigh his words like a human. They stood still in the silence, waiting.

The Cloak moved, wrapping itself around his shoulders, folding to fit his small frame and creating a hood. He grinned in the darkness, opening a portal.

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Mos Espa

He landed on top of the warehouse, already having memorized the important locations, such as the security room. He started to walk to the edge of the roof. The Cloak must have read his intentions as he began to float forward. He almost let out a sound in surprise, slapping his hands on his mouth.

The Weequays in the security room were awake, playing Sabacc. The guards patrolling the warehouse He couldn't open a portal without being caught. He had to sneak in the usual way.

He climbed inside the vent, floating since it would not support his weight. He stood over a grate, seeing a Weequay beneath, leaning on a wall, smoking something. He closed his eyes, focusing on the mental map he had created. There were only six cameras in total since the warehouse wasn't used much.

None had the alien in its line of sight.

He waved his hands, slow and careful to not hit the metal walls. A portal opened beneath the pirate's feet. He fell through with a short scream, flailing in the air.

He couldn't fight the pirates himself, but gravity would do the job. He closed the portal before having to see the Weequay turn to a paste on the ground. He opened the grate, squeezing through, floating close to the ceiling. One right and one left, he stood before the security door, considering how to get in.

There were four pirates inside, still awake despite the sounds of laughter.

He tried to think of a way to enter without arousing suspicion. He could not come up with an answer, but an answer came for him. Another Weequay walked in, opening the door for him. In the darkness, covered by the cloak, he sneaked in just as the door closed.

Four of the pirates were sitting around the table, continuing their game, while the fifth one went to get a drink. He waited, peeking, listening. When the fifth one sat at the table, another one got up.

His patience wore thin as the minutes passed by.

One member always got up for one reason or another, and the group never sat together. He considered opening a portal beneath the four while disposing of the fifth another way. It proved to be unnecessary as the last member came close, standing behind another.

He opened the portal without a delay.

The ones sitting fell through easily, plummeting to their deaths. The one standing, however, managed to hold on to the floor, calling for help while trying to pull himself up.

He landed, walking up to the pirate. His hand reached out, begging for help. Anakin raised his foot, slamming it on the gray alien's fingers, forcing him down. He closed the portal with a smirk, turning his attention to the security feed.

Six cameras, twenty-two pirates in total, and he had already gotten rid of six, leaving only sixteen. Ten were in sight of the cameras, which meant they were in his sight.

One by one, he sent them to their deaths, opening portals beneath their feet to the middle of the desert just as they entered through a door or turned a corner. Once the coast was clear, he took a deep breath. He would have to deal with the ones outside as well.

Checking the terminal, he found the pirates had a security alert tied to every member's comlink. He could bring them all inside, but they would be on guard.

Maybe he could gather them in one place.

The cell they kept the slaves wasn't the only one. There was another, empty, with remote controls from the terminal. If he could lure them in, defeating them would be simple.

But how?

In the light provided by the screens, something glinted. A comlink, left on the terminal and in working condition.

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Zrad stalked the corridors, his blaster pistol raised high. No one from inside was answering, leaving his team to investigate. "Damn it, where is everybody?"

"Check the slave cell. Make sure they are all accounted for," he ordered Dorgun. He nodded, opening the cell and quickly counting. "All there."

"Wait, I got something. Someone's comm link is on, but there is no answer," Wag said as his comlink kept beeping.

"Where?"

"The other cell."

"It's a trap," Dolur spat. There was no reason for anyone to be inside the other cell.

He got on Dolur's face, eyes narrowing, arms spreading to make himself appear bigger. "I am not going to run away like a coward from our warehouse. Are you?"

Dolur looked down, shaking his head.

"Then shut your mouths and follow me."

His team fell in line, following him to the cell on the other end of the corridor. He nodded at Trus, who pressed the button, opening the door. Without even entering, they opened fire, lighting the darkness with blaster fire.

No one walked in once the guns fell silent.

They all looked at him. He had just talked big game and had to back it up. He moved inside, slowly, feeling his heartbeat quicken in the darkness. The rest of the team followed him lest they be branded cowards.

There was nothing inside except for the scorch marks and a comlink on the ground. Zrad took it, putting an end to the emergency call.

He turned back at the sound of the whirling machinery. The door had just closed, trapping four of them inside.

"You two, get us out now!" His loud voice echoed inside the empty cell. His answer was two distinct screams and then silence.

"Trus, Dolur, where are you?!" he shouted to no avail. A golden light behind had him turning around once more, only to see a Dorgun fall through a golden circle. The three of them backed away from the spot. Another circle appeared beneath Wag, who managed to hold on to its edge. The two of them held him by the arms, pulling their comrade up.

The circle closed and they fell on their backs, each holding a severed arm.

He and Goret looked at each other, trembling. He acted fast, latching onto the manacles on the wall, pulling himself up. Goret wasn't as quick-witted, falling through a circle.

His eyes snapped around wildly, searching for a way out or to find the one responsible. His breath quickened, the silence deafening him. "Come and get me, you bastard!" he screamed, spit flying out of his mouth.

A circle appeared on the ceiling, and his eyes widened.

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Anakin flooded the room with water, drowning the Weequay, though he did not stay to watch.

He deactivated the shock collars and then fried the terminal. He already had the codes for the pirate ship. The people could take it and escape.

He stepped through the portal, opening the door. He jumped back as a Twi'lek fell on him, swinging wildly, but stopped once he saw Anakin wasn't a pirate.

"A child? Did you escape too?" The brown Twi'lek asked, looking around for pirates.

Anaking shook his head beneath the hood. "No. I am here to help you. The pirates are gone, and the code to their ship is here. If you hurry, you can reach the ship before the sun rises and leave the planet."

He handed another comlink over to the Twi'lek, who took it with an open mouth.

"But you, how?" he spluttered.

"Do you want to stay here and listen or escape?"

A female Twi'lek approached, putting a hand on his shoulder. "He is right; we should leave."

"Do you have a name, child?" he asked. The least he could do was to learn the name of his savior.

"It's not important. You should go now."

"Thank you."

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He teleported back to his room, watching the people escape in his astral form. Once they left the planet, he went back to sleep with a smile on his face.

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"How was your late-night adventure?" his teacher asked just as Anakin was inhaling the eggs. He coughed, feeling some of the food go where it should not have.

His mother's brows furrowed even as she handed him a glass of water. "You knew?"

"Anakin, you are too young to even think you can fool me. This place has also been my home for many years. I know what is happening inside it."

"Anakin Skywalker, what is the meaning of this?!"

He turned to his teacher for help, but Strange turned to the right, avoiding eye contact. He saw the smile on the older man's face but couldn't do anything as his mother glared at him. He sighed, explaining what exactly he had done.

"Unhappy" was an understatement to how she felt.

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"Am I getting punished?" He asked his teacher, standing in the training ground.

Strange nodded, stroking his graying beard. "You are."

"But I helped those people."

His teacher raised an eyebrow. "And risked your life in the process, no matter how small the risk was."

Anakin deflated like a Beldon.

"Still, you are right, you did help those people. You should be rewarded for it."

His eyes shone, a glimmer of hope appearing before him. "So no punishment?"

"You are getting a reward and a punishment," Strange said. If his good act negated his bad one, Anakin would continue to sneak out. He could reward good behavior without letting the boy risk his life once more.

"For today, you are free to do as you wish. You can study whatever subject you want as soon as you are finished dusting the whole Sanctum," he said, grinning near the end.

"But that'll take the whole day!" he protested.

Strange's grin grew as he walked away. "I missed the part where that is my problem."

Anakin sighed, slouching. He eventually left to carry out his punishment. At least the thought of the dead pirates and the freed slaves kept him happy.

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For some reason, there wasn't a spell to help with the household chores. In addition, 3PO was helping his master sort out the books in the library, so he couldn't help. He didn't have the will to fight his punishment. Finding the nearest cleaning duster, he began from the entrance, only stopping to take a break for lunch and dinner.

His mother softened as it got late, but he pushed on, finishing minutes before midnight.

These last few minutes weren't worth studying for, so he dropped the idea, going to sleep.

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The next day, his training returned to its normal schedule.

He struck with the sword, only for it to bounce off his teacher's shield. Strange responded with a stab that Anakin barely blocked. He was using more and more power each day so his apprentice wouldn't get complacent.

The deadly dance continued with back and forth strikes. Anakin's sixth sense gave him an advantage. He performed better than expected, taking risks that wouldn't be worth it otherwise.

Strange changed tactics. His sword expanded into a spear, giving him more range. Anakin dismissed his sword and summoned another shield. He kept as much of his body inside as possible, blocking the rapid stabs.

Anakin, though, wasn't willing to stay on the defensive forever.

Much like his teacher, he too began to learn on his own, experimenting with the Force. While it did not directly interact with the Mystic Arts, there were other ways to use it. As he blocked the relentless strikes, a small dagger slowly formed behind him. With his concentration split on maintaining the shields and the spar, it was an arduous process.

But not impossible.

Strange did sense his apprentice's not-so-secret efforts. He let it happen, curious as to what the boy had prepared. He continued to probe the defenses and the footwork. His attacks met stiff resistance, while Anakin dodged the attacks that went for the exposed parts, such as the feet.

He twirled the spear around himself, striking from different angles to force his apprentice back. It disrupted whatever he was planning. However, Anakin had to learn how to keep his concentration through such disturbances to succeed.

No mercy in training, so he would never need it in the future.

Anakin was quick to recompose himself, adapting to the change. His shields curved, becoming half spheres.

"Brace yourself," Strange ordered, switching his spear to a bo staff. He struck hard, causing the shield on the right to rattle. The left one followed before he spun a full circle, bringing the staff down.

Anakin scrambled back, feeling his senses scream. The strike cracked the ground, and he gulped. Strange rushed forward, a series of rapid stabs putting his apprentice on the backfoot again.

A dagger, half formed and on the verge of disintegrating, flew by his ear, stopping Strange for a moment. It was all Anakin needed to reshape the shields into twin-pronged claws, the quickest weapons he could think of. He swiped with the right and then the left, stabbing both forward.

Strange blocked the claws, but his staff got stuck between the prongs. Before he could pull it away, Anakin tried to close the gap, attempting to break the weapon to disarm Strange.

Unfortunately for his apprentice, it was his own constructs that broke.

He put the tip of the staff on his apprentice's forehead, gently poking. Anakin took a deep breath, groaning as he combed a hand through his hair.

"Well done. I assume you used the force to launch that dagger?"

"I did."

"Good. If you can continue to perform this well under stress, you will be one hell of a Master of the Mystic Arts."

Anakin smiled, giving a short bow.

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In the next chapter:

Strange raised an eyebrow, kneeling to look his apprentice in the eyes. "But what? I began to learn the mystic arts before you were even born. I am one of the best, as my teacher said. You have more potential than me; you simply need time and patience to bring it out."

"If you would let me…" he began but was stopped by his teacher.

"Anakin, patience."

"You know what, it will be our next lesson with you." He just had the perfect idea to instill some patience in his pupil.

After they ate dinner and had a good night's rest, of course.



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[BoxaCarCar]

Yoda: "I cannot teach him. The boy has no patience.
"Ancient One: "He will learn patience.
"Yoda: "Much anger in him... like his teacher.
"Ancient One: "Was he any different when I taught him?"

 

[Samael61]

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Anakin Skywalker is on the path to become one of the greatest figures on the galactic scene. If you want to read an original story of greatness, you can check my story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.

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28 BBY

Tatooine

Sanctum Sanctorum

Anakin stabbed the sword forward, meeting his teacher's shield, and ducked as Strange's sword went over his head. They were using blunted versions to avoid any harm, but even they would have hurt.

He saw the kick and rolled back, jumping to his feet, going for a horizontal slash. Strange blocked it, aiming for Anakin's wrist. He pushed the sword aside with the shield, bringing his own down. His apprentice stumbled with the sudden loss of leverage, and victory for the master seemed imminent.

A force, invisible to the naked eye, slammed into his chest, throwing him back.

"Good, you are getting the hang of it."

He created two platforms, using them to jump in a zigzag pattern before landing a kick on Anakin's shield. His knees buckled, but he refused to go down, swinging his sword upwards. Strange created another platform, jumping over the sword. His heel came down on Anakin, who barely moved back fast enough to see the sole of the boot slide down right in front of his nose.

His sword and shield turned to blunt knives, and he launched them. Strange opened a portal, sending them back to Anakin. The Force already warned the boy, and he redirected the knives, flowing around him like a river and curving around the portal, going for his teacher.

Strange dismissed the portal, a long staff appearing in his hand. He struck the knives hard enough to break them into golden glitter. Anakin abandoned his shield, holding only his sword. He met the attack, blocking the staff with the side of his sword, letting it slide forward. He got into Strange's guard, using the shorter reach of his weapon for rapid attacks.

Strange moved left, ducked, moved right, and dismissed his staff. He weaved through Anakin's quick slashes. He caught the boy's hand, twisting it back, forcing him to drop the sword, and kicked him away. Anakin twisted his body, facing him.

More knives came flying from all sides.

He shimmered, the reality around him breaking like glass shards only stuck together through magic. He trapped the knives in the Mirror Dimension and launched them back. Anakin, surprised, took several to the chest, falling on his knee with a groan.

"Let's have a change of scenery," he said, smiling. Anakin waited for a new attack, but instead, the fabric of space before him broke into twisting shards.

His whole world broke apart.

The ceiling became the floor, and the floor turned into the walls. Pathways that went in every direction appeared through the shifting cave. There were steps that went into the new ceiling, ones that his teacher used.

And appeared right behind him, bringing his staff down.

He rolled forward, falling through a pathway and finding himself flinging out of the right wall.

"Welcome to the Mirror Dimension, kid." Strange smiled, pressing forward. Anakin leaped to his feet, creating shields. His master jumped down, coming out of the same path on the right, a half-circle in his hand. Anakin scrambled to dodge, trying to make sense of the broken dimension around him.

Strange flipped midair as if gravity had suddenly reversed, falling up the path. Anakin rolled forward, dodging the attack, though it was close that he felt the staff touch his hair.

His master wasn't done and waved his hands. The pathways twisted again, multiplying without an end. He stood in a maze, right in the middle of it on a platform, surrounded by shifting, twisting doors.

Strange let himself fall down.

He appeared over Anakin first, an axe kick blocked by shields, though it sent the boy down. He couldn't predict where the next attack would come from, not when it seemed so random. There was no choice left but to trust the Force.

He closed his eyes, not seeing but feeling.

The first kick hit his shoulder as he was too slow to react. The second one clipped his chin, and a staff strike to the back of his knee brought him down again. He blocked the next attack as the Force sent him a warning before it came.

From then on, it was a hit and miss, with him succeeding at blocking the attacks most of the time, though offense was another matter. This deep in focus, there was no place for the knives, and his teacher was too mobile. Any attack would leave him open.

But he couldn't stay still like this forever.

If he could let the Force flow through him in active combat with this intensity, there would be a chance. So far, he had no chance through their countless days of training. Just as he drew energy from different dimensions, he drew on the Force, empowering his senses. Usually it all fell apart at this point.

Today was different.

As if a new world opened for him, as an eye he had never known was closed, a hand that was asleep until now came to life. It was slow, though hazy. Nonetheless, it gave him a clue where the next attack would come from.

Strange struck Anakin's back with his staff. He twisted at the last second, causing it to miss, and launched knives at him. He had already fallen through the ground, and they went through another door.

Rather than stop, Anakin launched more knives, trying to send as many through the doors as possible. He could turn his master's trap back on him.

Seeing the knives, he abandoned his next attack to block them, giving Anakin time to add more into the fray. It was slow, but nothing short of destroying the knives could stop his apprentice. Realizing it was a futile fight, he went through signs with his hands, pushing.

A sphere expanded from him, sending all the knives and his apprentice flying away. He turned around and caught the boy by the back of his robe.

"Damn it," Anakin grumbled, realizing he had lost again. His face settled into a scowl, teeth barred. Strange rolled his eyes and brought them out of the Mirror Dimension, depositing his apprentice on the ground.

"Don't be disheartened. Considering just how suddenly and wildly the battlefield changed, you adapted extremely quickly." It was genuine, not an attempt to make the boy feel better. Not that Anakin needed it, seeing as it was the truth.

He looked down, fists clenching. "But…"

Strange raised an eyebrow, kneeling to look his apprentice in the eyes. "But what? I began to learn the mystic arts before you were even born. I am one of the best, as my teacher said. You have more potential than me; you simply need time and patience to bring it out."

"If you would let me…" he began but was stopped by his teacher.

"Anakin, patience."

"You know what, it will be our next lesson with you." He just had the perfect idea to instill some patience in his pupil.

After they ate dinner and had a good night's rest, of course.

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Strange held a page in his hand, gently folding it.

"This is the spell for the Crimson Band of Cyttorak. It is a powerful binding spell, one that I used to effect many times," he explained, hands blurring. A rodent appeared in his hand, brown and barely the size of his palm, and the page flew, tying itself around its neck.

"If you can catch the rodent, it is yours. However, no using the Force or the Mystic Arts. I don't want you knocking something over."

Anakin leaped at the rodent without waiting. Strange dropped the animal, and it jumped away, moving so fast the only thing he caught was the ground. He scrambled after it, unwilling to give up yet.

Strange watched it, smiling. Anakin would figure out how to break the Darkhold's curse on him first before he would catch that kangaroo rat.

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Whenever he thought he had the rodent, it changed directions mid-air, and he missed every single time. Each failed attempt earned him a bruise. The damn thing was a menace, as if it were purposefully mocking him. Still, he didn't stop, chasing after it through the Sanctum, thinking he could tire the animal out.

After four hours, he found himself heaving for breath while the rodent disappeared to who knows where. He leaned on the wall, sliding down, taking deep breaths to calm his breathing. If only he could have used the mystic arts or the Force; he could have caught it.

He considered cheating, but his master would know.

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"Ani, are you alright?" Shmi asked, wiping the sweat from her son's face. He looked tired, something that did not easily happen these days. She knew he was chasing something but had thought he would have succeeded by now.

"Just tired," he mumbled, sipping his soup.

"What were you chasing?"

Strange's eyes lit up, even more so when Anakin scowled. "A rodent. If he can catch it without the Mystic Arts of the Force, he can learn a powerful spell used for binding enemies."

"It's impossible to catch that thing. I tried everything, even stealth, but it did not work," he said. Trying to sneak up on that thing was simply not possible.

"Anakin, that is a kangaroo rat. It can jump up to forty-five times its body length and can hear extremely well."

"Then how am I supposed to catch it?"

"It wouldn't be a lesson if I gave you all the answers, would it?"

Shmi looked at her son, her gaze softening, and then turned to her dinner. Strange was a good teacher. Anakin had learned many things she could not teach him. If he believed this was another valuable lesson, she would keep silent.

Anakin finished his food, trudging out of the room.

He had to change his approach.

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He decided to lay down traps. Ones that would not harm anyone else but still somehow caught that rat. He even took time off from his training, spending the time in the library and the workshop. The Sanctum itself had spells to protect it from rodents and such. What it did not have was ordinary traps.

There weren't any books on the matter as well, at least not the ones he could use.

Which left everything to him. He first started on a small droid, modeled after a Nexu, to catch the rat. It proved to be lacking since the high-end parts for an agile enough droid were either too expensive or only available off-world.

Once the Nexu droid ran out of charge after a failed chase, he had to scrap the idea. He could only start with his next idea as soon as he fixed the damage the droid caused.

He built stationary traps, placing them around the area the rodent was most frequently seen. Each one came up empty with the bait gone.

He threw them all to the trash, gnashing his teeth like two metal doors grinding each other to dust.

Many traps and chases later, he finally gave up. He wanted to prove he could retrieve the spell page with his own methods. That he wasn't impatient. It had proven to be impossible. Since giving up wasn't an option, he had to learn the lesson.

Which started with learning the fundamentals of stealth. Thankfully, the library provided guidance on it. Nothing about spells, but apparently, the Masters of the Mystic Arts had to be discrete and stealthy in most of their tasks out in the world. It was to prevent exposure and keep their order hidden.

The techniques were about controlling the body, camouflaging, hiding in plain sight, and more. They all had one crucial requirement.

Patience.

He was quick to put the lessons into practice, sneaking around his mother and his teacher. The breathing techniques were something he was familiar with, giving him an easier time. Camouflage was difficult. It required too much preparation, but he wasn't willing to give up. If he could make droids, he could make something to camouflage himself with.

He also discovered an old encyclopedia on animals. His master didn't tell him anything about the rat other than what he had. Not entirely unreasonable, he was directed to seek the book left in storage.

Anakin learned about his enemy, its habits, capabilities, and, of course, its diet.

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It smelled something sweet. Rushing out of its burrow, it listened, hearing no danger. The ground lost its hold on it, and the smell got more intense. It saw the seeds, resting in grass, and approached, still listening for danger.

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Anakin lay in the hallway, buried beneath leaves he had taken from the garden, one hand out with seeds resting on his palm. The tarp the leaves were glued to made it hot, but he didn't care. Ignoring the discomfort was important to keep his cover.

His breaths were so slow he felt drowsy. Each passing minute made him more restless and more numb.

He didn't move a single hair.

Hours passed.

Either the rat was asleep, which it did not seem to ever do, or it had enough food to stay in its burrow. Still, he waited, making himself a part of the floor, staying awake. The tight, burning feeling inside his chest made him want to snap, to go and pull that rat out of its burrow by force.

He was as still as a statue.

Eventually, he heard the tiny taps of the rat as it jumped. His heart threatened to quicken in excitement. He kept his breathing even and slow against all odds. The rat took one seed, and then another, then another.

He waited until it jumped on his palm to reach for the final seed.

His numbing fingers closed around the rat in an instant, finally catching the rodent after two weeks. He jumped to his feet. His vision darkened and he felt weak. However, he did not let the squirming creature leave.

He raised his other hand to his head, stabilizing himself by leaning on the wall. Now that he noticed it, he felt hungry, thirsty, and tired.

He took the page from the rat's back, considering what to do with the animal. He didn't want to let it go after all the effort he had spent to catch it. He also had no desire to let it run away.

Thankfully, it disappeared from his hand, breaking into golden sparks.

He unfolded the page, saw the instructions on it, and smiled. So worth it.

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Strange felt the conjured kangaroo rat finally disappear. It was created to be an exact clone of the real deal. Thankfully, since it was such a small animal, it was easy to pull off.

His apprentice had hopefully learned something from this. He had watched the boy's preparations, his camouflage cloak, the careful selection of seeds, and every other little detail that had brought him victory.

Learning the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak wouldn't present Anakin too many difficulties. It would make their next bout all the more challenging and educational.

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Notes: I don't want to drag the training arc too much. We will probably start next week with a time skip and Anakin's crusade against slavery if there are no changes. I'll let you guys know if anything comes up.

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In the next chapter:

"Where might you be going at this hour?"

Anakin froze at the sound, seeing his teacher inside the artifact room, reading a book in lamplight. He was always asleep at this time, which meant he was caught.



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[Lillie Jones]

Anakin Skywalker learns patience from Dr,strange Kangroo trap testing for his latest spell of crimson bands of Cyrotek, which were still waiting for Obi Wan and Qui gon for the Phantom menace event but the trio is going to meet a very different Anakin Skywalker instead.
Although, By the time he escape he either going to be a Jedi or a Sorcerer Supreme by the title with Jedi discipline at the Jedi Temple in Corsaunt.
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[Mastersgt]

ngl, but this whole "Child Ani Arc" is lasting Waaay longer than I expected. lol.

Will he be meeting Padme when they swing by Tattooine?

 

[Samael61]

ngl, but this whole "Child Ani Arc" is lasting Waaay longer than I expected. lol.

Will he be meeting Padme when they swing by Tattooine?

Click to shrink...

Their meeting is going to be different since the whole Trade Federation invasion arc already happened. The training arc won't last long and we will be seeing action soon.

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy this story, you can read 8 chapters in advance on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.

Anakin Skywalker is on the path to become one of the greatest figures on the galactic scene. If you want to read an original story of greatness, you can check my story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.

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27 BBY

Tatooine

Mos Espa

He walked into the junk shop, covered by a cloak. He didn't know what brought him back to this place, but one thing was for sure. He wanted revenge. The tracking device in his body might be gone.

The hatred in his heart remained.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. The best prices for the highest quality parts in all of Mos Espa."

Anakin smiled, his back still turned to the Toydarian. He knew just how much these parts were worth and what state they were in. His claim was as true as sand was valuable.

He raised his hands, going through the signs. The spell was overkill for a bug like Watto, but he wanted to savor this moment. Four crimson bands sprung out of his hands, coiling around the alien like serpents, squeezing. His wings were crushed to his body, grounding him, while one kept the trunk pressed to the chest, silencing him.

"Hello Watto."

The Toydarian's eyes widened and he muttered something in haste, most likely his name. It might have been years, but he had not changed too much to be unrecognizable.

Anakin stood there with the squirming slaver in his grasp. He had prepared a big speech. He wanted to shout and scream and curse. For all the times he was ordered around, used and treated like cattle, he wanted to let the galaxy know.

No longer.

The words died in his throat.

He was still angry but felt no need to spend time with words. What use would Watto have for words in death? The Toydarian was struggling between the bands, his moans growing frantic.

He created a longsword, golden and transparent, and swung it. The Toydarian's struggles ceased for a moment, only his eyes quivering. His fat belly slid open, letting the organs fall out. The cut grew bigger, and the parts only stayed together by the spine.

His stomach recoiled at the viscera.

The bands disappeared, dropping the corpse to the ground with a wet slap. He didn't have to worry about security, as Watto was too cheap to have cameras installed. He glanced at the corpse one last time and left the junkyard.

He had always thought killing wouldn't be so easy, that he would feel remorse, yet there was nothing in his heart.

This was an important step, but by no means was it the last.

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While he was not allowed to act yet, it didn't mean he could not prepare. The Astral Dimension was the perfect tool to spy. He was not seen, heard, or detected in any way. He witnessed Jabba's cruelty, the Rancors, and all the cruelty his sick mind produced for entertainment.

He engraved each act on his memory. When the time came, he would make Jabba pay a thousand fold.

Positions of every guard and every defensive measure, the secret paths, and more were laid bare before him. He also witnessed Jabba's meetings with the other Hutts, learning more and more each time.

One way or another, the rule of the Hutts in the Outer Rim would end.

Though there were more important matters to solve now.

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Sanctum Sanctorum

"Where might you be going at this hour?"

Anakin froze at the sound, seeing his teacher inside the artifact room, reading a book in lamplight. He was always asleep at this time, which meant he was caught.

"There is going to be a big slave transport in a couple of hours. I am going to stop it," he said, looking his teacher in the eyes with an unwavering gaze. Strange merely raised an eyebrow, turning the page.

"Really, Ani?" another voice asked from behind.

He hung his head.

He turned to his mother. If she asked him to stay, he could not deny her. "I swear it's not dangerous. I am just going to take the ship over. There aren't that many pirates aboard."

"I find it difficult to believe that the ship wouldn't be escorted," his teacher added quite unhelpfully.

"I have a plan; I am not just going to rush ahead and get myself killed," he said, gesturing to the crates he had brought.

Watto's shop had all the parts he needed to deactivate the tracking devices.

Strange closed the book, rising to his feet, looking every bit the warrior he was. He had rarely seen him so intense. "We can achieve only so much with training. He needs experience, and I am afraid there is no safe way to get it."

Shmi looked at Stephen, biting her lip. She hated to send her boy to war, yet Anakin would never stop, only be more discrete. "Promise me you will come back alive and well."

"I promise," he said, squeezing her hand.

"Then go and do what you are meant to be doing," she said, with a wavering smile, finally giving her blessing.

Anakin nodded and prepared to open a portal.

"Go with him. Just because I am stuck here doesn't mean you should be too," his teacher said.

The edges of the cloak fluttered before it left his shoulders, wrapping around Anakin's. His apprentice smiled, giving a small nod, and left.

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The ship was in the orbit of the planet. The pirates knew better than to land and transport their catch without negotiating properly first.

He dropped onto the bridge, already knowing how many pirates there would be. One on comms, one at the helm, and another on weapons.

"What the?!" The comms officer leaped to his feet, reaching for his blaster. Three knives flew and found their marks before his hand touched the handle.

All three dropped.

He followed by setting the ship on a course to the Mid Rim Territories on a timer and bringing the crates to the bridge.

"Tres, the captain wants to see you. " A Trandoshan, one of the toughest races out there, stood in the door, his reptilian eyes locking on him. Anakin glared back, waiting. His dark pupils snapped to the dead Weequays, and he grinned. "Well, well, it has been some time since I had a challenge," he declared, hands stretched over his blasters.

Anakin launched a hail of knives faster than the orange alien could react. His bloodthirsty grin froze, slowly melting into a one of realization as a dozen knives pierced through. The Trandoshan fell, bleeding, and knowing how resilient they were, he sent another one straight to the brain.

The reptilian alien twitched one last time and went still.

He floated over, blades hovering around him. He felt the enemy before he saw them, guiding the projectiles beyond his line of sight. There were grunts and thuds. By the time he turned the corner, three pirates lay on the ground, two dead and one barely clinging onto life.

Anakin put an end to his struggle.

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"Move, you witless banthas. There is an intruder on the ship!" Garthas screamed, kicking a Weequay forward. "Someone get those droids online." He had spent a fortune on them, though it was the first time he had to use them inside his ship.

Two droidekas rolled forward, curled into balls, approaching the corridor where his crew was being slaughtered. He didn't know how a Jedi had gotten on board, but the bastard would die for the damages he had caused.

He followed.

Once in position, the droids unfurled their weapons and shield, firing at an astonishing rate to destroy their enemies with extreme prejudice.

The Jedi stood before the fire, doing something with his hands. The space before him turned glassy and broken. The fire rate, which had eliminated entire groups of stubborn defenders, failed to reach him.

The glossy surface slammed into their position, and he saw nothing else.

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Anakin floated over the corpses broken to hundreds of pieces. He counted thirteen, and the GR-75 medium transport ship needed around half of the numbers as crew to function. Since security was important, they actually had twenty in total.

He knew the rest were in the transport section, keeping an eye on the cargo.

He floated inside, jabbing a knife into the neck of the first pirate, putting him down in his sleep.

The cargo section was transformed to hold ten cells, each carrying two hundred people inside, packed together like animals.

Worse than that.

Three on the upper floor, three on the lower floor, and one at the door who was already dead. One knife, thin, sharp, almost invisible to the eye, flew out. The first one, a Rodian, was watching the inside of a cell. The knife went through his brain, his face slacking before he fell. The next moment, Weequay heard the commotion and turned around, seeing a golden shimmer that left a hole through his eye. The pieces of Ishi Tib's shattered beak met the ground before the pirate did.

He moved up.

A sleeping Weequay died the most painlessly; a Trandoshan took some work, and the last member, a Nikto, was relieved of the burden of his head.

He stood there, waiting for a reason he did not know. He moved since time was of the essence, opening the cells and releasing the people.

They began to come out, most thinking they were ready to be offloaded, some who had seen the guards die believing they were free. He had already brought several deactivator wands. It was user-friendly, so even they could deactivate the chips without an issue.

One of the slaves, a human man, approached him. Anakin spoke first.

"The pirates are dead and you are free. There are scanners and deactivator wands in the bridge. The ship will enter hyperspace in a couple of minutes to the Mid Rim Territories."

"No questions," he said, turning around to leave.

Once sufficiently away from the silent, baffled people, he opened a portal just as the ship began to enter hyperspace.

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Northern Dune Sea

"What?!" Jabba roared, his massive form rolling in waves as his oversized eyes narrowed at the screen. "What do you mean the slaves escaped?"

"They killed the crew and took the ship. We don't know where they are gone."

"Then find them. Or you won't see a single peggat."

"Yes, exalted Jabba," the Trandoshan said, bowing.

"Send out bounty hunters. No one steals what is mine and lives. I want those slaves found and brought back or dead before they reach Republic territory."

His servants scrambled to carry out their orders.

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Mos Espa

Sanctum Sanctorum

He returned an hour later, finding both adults awake, waiting.

"How did it go?"

"Not even a scratch. The slaves are off to Republic territory."

"Don't get cocky, kid. This wasn't even a battle. If you let your guard down, you will be in trouble."

"I know better than to underestimate my enemy."

"Good. We are going to increase the difficulty of your training. If you are going to war, I want you to be at your best."

"Bring it on."

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Perhaps he was too hasty.

His teacher stopped holding back, and Anakin found himself eating sand every day. The combat training became deadly, especially with the training droids he had built at Strange's behest. Not only that, but his teacher had begun to use higher-level spells, such as the Images of Ikon.

Fighting multiple enemies that outclassed him brought him down to reality.

He learned elemental spells, starting with the Winds of Watoomb. He was tested on when, where, and how to use them, often in situations that would be deadly to ordinary people. Each day, he progressed, and each day, the training became harder.

Anakin loved the challenge.

Most of all, he learned to not be afraid of failure. Or rather, be furious at failing.

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"Damn it!" His voice rang across the cave, his hand bleeding as he hit his fist too hard.

"Calm down Anakin," Strange said, dismissing his sword.

Anakin's head snapped up, an ugly sneer on his face. "Don't tell…"

Strange took a step forward, squinting his eyes ever so slightly. "I won't."

"Sorry," Anakin said, the sneer falling apart, realizing he had stepped out of the line.

A wave of his teacher's hand dismissed it for now. "Tell me, why do you feel so furious at losing? What makes you fear it so much?"

"I don't fear it. It's just…" He couldn't find the words to describe the reason. How was he supposed to when he felt like this as long as he lived, all without having learned what it was?

"I am waiting."

"If I fail, how am I supposed to protect people I love?"

Strange took a deep breath. "You can't protect anyone forever. There will come a day when you must let them leave the nest and chart their own path."

"Am I supposed to leave my mother?" His student's narrowed eyes told him how dissatisfying the idea was.

"No. You are supposed to let her live her life the way you want. You fear for her safety for understandable reasons. It doesn't mean she would want you to do that for your entire life." As a slave, with no safety, Anakin had naturally developed a fear of failing, which would lead to punishment. Not for him since he was a gifted mechanic, but for his mother.

He laid a hand on the boy's shoulder, seeing how tall he had grown. "This is a part of free will, Anakin. People make their choices and live with the consequences, good or bad. Do you think your choice to fear failure is a good one, or does it just harm you and potentially the very people you love? Do you think your mother would want to spend her entire life being sheltered by you in the Sanctum? Why, you might as well imprison her here."

Anakin's obsession to always succeed would be his downfall. If someone offered him the wrong path to a solution, he would take it if he were desperate enough.

He sat down, feeling the words of his teacher clash with the feeling in his heart. They both feared failure for different reasons, yet he felt the ending would be the same.

A great loss.

His teacher had lost the fine motor skills that made him one of the best neurosurgeons in his world. What would he lose if faced with a similar situation?

His family? His ability to fight?

He didn't know and he didn't ever want to find out.

He opened his eyes, wiping the single teardrop gathered on his tear duct. He exhaled, releasing the chains around his heart.

"Thank you," he said, taking a battle stance again.

Strange gave a short bow and faced his apprentice once more.

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The Cloak of Levitation, his master's artifact, had also chosen him in quite the interesting dilemma.

Strange couldn't leave the Sanctum, and the cloak had no need to do so. Yet, there was a whole galaxy out there. It would be more useful to give the cloak to his apprentice rather than let it gather dust.

At long last, however, it was the time.

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In the next chapter:

"From this day forward, there will be no more slavery," the boy ordered, watching the stunned crowd, and Jabba screamed in pain as the cage shrunk, enough to hurt but not enough to kill immediately.



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[TheGeneral03]

TFTC. Honestly a great training arc. Making sure anakin worst traits are tempered.

 

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[Radek]

First blood is spilled. Much more to follow.

Such is war.

 

[Ravendrack]

Great story thank you ! I have a question what age is Anakin when he killed ?

 

[Samael61]

Great story thank you ! I have a question what age is Anakin when he killed ?

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[Samael61]

Hello there,

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Anakin Skywalker is on the path to become one of the greatest figures on the galactic scene. If you want to read an original story of greatness, you can check my story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.

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Tatooine

Fringes of the Northern Dune Sea

26 BBY

Tatooine.

A desert planet under the harsh glare of two suns, plagued by slavery, gangsters, smugglers, and criminals of all kinds, with Jabba the Hutt being the famous ruler of the planet, or at least the closest authority to it.

A hooded figure, clad in a black robe, trousers, knee-high boots, and a matching cloak, stood in the fringes of the Northern Dune Sea, watching the Hutt's palace.

Anakin's hands balled into fists, and the creaking of his gloves almost drowned out the noise of his racing heart.

Almost.

It wasn't the time for doubts or second guesses.

The Cloak of Levitation, his master's gift to Anakin, slowly raised him into the air to the level of the palace.

Anakin spread his hands, and hundreds of daggers, shaped with the energies drawn from other dimensions, appeared, glittering in the sky as harbingers of death.

The Hutt's palace was well guarded by Gamorrean guards, numerous armed thugs, bounty hunters, and enforcers, and it would be best to deal with them first.

The apprentice of the Sorcerer Supreme brought his hands forward, palms facing the palace with two mandalas sparking to life, and the knives lurched forward.

They weren't mere knives thrown and forgotten, but each was a sharp blade to pierce through the flesh of these slavers and seek new ones until they were spent. The guards were startled when several of their own died with a splatter of blood and bodily fluids but could not react before it was their turn.

Golden blades were difficult to see under the harsh suns of Tatooine and were too fast for the ordinary guard to shoot.

For the first time in a long time, Jabba the Hutt's palace was under attack, and there wasn't a single attacker in sight.

Still, a sniper managed to locate Anakin, but the blaster bolt heading for his head dissipated before finding its mark, sizzling without even leaving a scratch on the barrier he summoned.

Two blades were guided to the Weequay, one through the head and the other through the chest, before they sought new targets.

Anakin slowly approached the palace, and no more blaster shots came, as the guards were trying to shoot his blades, quite ineffectively. By the time he lowered himself to the entrance, there wasn't a single living being around.

He could hear the footsteps, however, as more guards raced outside to defend the palace.

Unfortunately for them, Anakin was creating another mandala in his hands, one that had sharp teeth and began to spin rapidly, and by the time the first guard was down, the first and last thing he saw was a golden line.

The circular saw, a neat trick his master had taught him, bisected the Gamorrean into two equal parts as well as the one behind him and continued forward, leaving behind nothing more than butchered corpses.

Anakin stopped, closing his eyes as his stomach churned.

It was one thing to be trained for combat to put an end to the slavery on this planet; it was another matter to kill a living being and see the corpse so closely.

—

Floating over the hallways filled with corpses, he came to Jabba's court but did not see the fat slug anywhere.

"Where is Jabba?"

The slaves did not speak, too afraid, but the idea that Jabba may die prompted them to look at a particular point on the wall, and he understood.

Jabba was running.

Tendrils shot out from several mandalas, tearing the hidden door off, and he followed the trail.

With Jabba's death, this day would be the start of a new beginning.

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When he found Jabba at the back of the palace, crawling to a repulsor cradle to escape, his path was blocked by a duros, one with a wide hat and a nasty grin.

"Sorry, kiddo, end of the road for you," the Duro chuckled, pulling out twin blasters and launching himself up with rocket boots.

The blaster fire met his shields, dissipating at the point of contact and wiping the smirk from the bounty hunter's face.

Anakin summoned the tendrils once more, but this Duros was different from all the others he had killed so far, weaving through them quite successfully. He didn't have the time to waste on the blue sapient and summoned more tendrils.

One caught him on the leg, stopping him from moving, before others wrapped around his arms, the other leg, and torso, cocooning the bounty as he screamed impotently in defiance.

Raising his hand to kill the duros, Anakin decided otherwise, as the bounty hunter could be valuable if Jabba were using him as a personal guard.

Opening a portal, he threw the duros into the mirror dimension.

Jabba had reached the repulsor cradle, laughing in glee as the vehicle lurched forward, but soon realized he was not going anywhere.

There was a portal at the front of the repulser, and each time the vehicle passed through, it just moved a few meters back, repeating it over and over, while the attacker watched him with disdain.

Jabba started to order the repulsor to turn left, but the vehicle was cut in two, and as the power died down, the lift failed, and the oversized slug fell unceremoniously.

Anakin sneered as the Hutt begged for his life, offering peggats, credits, slaves, and anything else he wanted.

"I want you to die, but no, not yet."

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Jabba the Hutt was about to arrive at Mos Espa in person to make an announcement, and as his faithful subjects—people who had to pay him for protection—began to arrive due to the overwhelming loyalty—fear of death—they had to the Hutt.

And he arrived, though not in the manner they expected.

There were sparks in the air before it grew into a circle, showing the inside of the palace, and a human boy came out.

Flying.

With Jabba the Hutt floating behind, caged like an animal.

"From this day forward, there will be no more slavery," the boy ordered, watching the stunned crowd, and Jabba screamed in pain as the cage shrunk, enough to hurt but not enough to kill immediately.

"All the collars and implants will be removed without an exception."

"If I hear any refusals," Jabba screamed again as the walls of the cage began to close on him.

"Or delays," the hutt screamed more.

"your," crunch

"fates," crack

"will," the screams turned to howls,

"be,"

"much,"

"worse," with that final word, Jabba's cries ended as he was crushed to a cube the size of a human.

The crowd was stunned in silence before it was broken by the free people attacking the known slavers.

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Tatooine, as a whole, was in a state of rebellion.

Jabba the Hutt's public and agonizing execution at the hands of the Sorcerer, as the human was called, regardless of the impossibility of it, had thrown the planet into an uproar. With Jabba and all of his lieutenants and enforcers in the palace dead, the free people, at least those against slavery, had taken up arms.

With the Sorcerer targeting everyone that was on Jabba's payroll or was dabbling in the slave trade, even as outnumbered as they were, Freedom First earned victory after victory.

It did not take long before the matter came to the attention of the rest of the Hutt Cartel and the Galactic Republic. The Senate was worried about the political and security issues that might arise due to the unrest, while the Jedi Council just assumed another Force user had just deemed it sorcery and was shaking their heads, quite disappointed.

Until they saw the footage of a human opening portals with a wave of his hand, summoning energy shields, tendrils, daggers, and many other abilities that were not possible to acquire through the Force.

However, the Jedi Council wasn't the only party interested in these mysterious abilities.

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Coruscant

Core Worlds

Jedi Temple

"I have no words." Master Adi Gallia was the first one to speak after the footage of the battles on Tatooine was over.

Throughout galactic history, there were dozens of Force sensitives with power beyond most, cementing them as legendary monsters.

None, however, could do the unnatural abilities showcased by the human in the recording. Energy shields, blades, tendrils, honest to the Force, actual portals, and more.

All created with the wave of a hand.

"Could this be the work of unknown technology?" Mace Windu wasn't quite ready to believe that there was a human, or any other species out in the galaxy, that could use the Force in that manner.

Not without more evidence than the holo recordings.

The Cerean Jedi Master, Ki-Adi-Mundi, considered Master Windu's point, but there was a small issue: "If it was, why introduce it as sorcery?"

Uttering the word left a sour taste on his tongue, as every now and then a cult believing the Force to be a source of primitive magic would arise, though obviously none with the abilities of the young human.

"To hide it. Everyone in the galaxy can seek to retrieve a highly advanced piece of technology. But only a select few would do so if it were branded as something mystical." Master Rancisis, the ancient Thisspiasian Jedi Master and a contemplative strategist, offered his thoughts.

It would be a logical choice by the Sorcerer to dissuade most of the galaxy from targeting his technology, if it was indeed technology and not a new method of Force using that they had never encountered before.

"While it is possible, I find it highly improbable. Even if we delved into myths and legends, finding a device, or devices, capable of doing all this while being small enough to be hidden on a human would prove to be extremely challenging. Master Piell knew that debating without further evidence was pointless.

Grand Master Yoda, who was content with listening so far, tapped his cane on the floor. Correct, Master Piell is. Investigate this sorcerer further; we must."

The ancient Jedi was not sure if the Force was even at play in this case, but his knowledge acquired through centuries failed him.

"Knight Kenobi, you were on Tatooine during the Naboo crisis. Do you remember anything that might be related to this sorcerer?" Master Koth was aware that it was a stretch, but not many Jedi found their path leading them to Tatooine, and he was the only one in the Council Chambers to have been there.

"I am afraid not, Master Koth." The young Obi-Wan Kenobi shook his head.

Something like that would have been quite memorable.

A unanimous decision was reached to send an investigation team to Tatooine to determine whether this Sorcerer was a never-before-seen kind of Force user or something else.

Due to his previous experience on Tatooine, Knight Kenobi was chosen to accompany the team that would be led by Master Plo-Koon, along with Quinlan Vos.

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Tatooine

The Freedom First, a movement created by the free people of Tatooine, along with the slaves liberated during their war against the oppressors,

Anakin created a large mandala, blocking the incoming blaster fire, while the fighters of Freedom First used the opportunity given by the shield to return fire without the fear of death, an advantage the slavers did not enjoy.

"Rocket!" A soldier shouted in warning, but Anakin had already opened a portal with it, causing the rocket to enter and come out of the other end, right in the middle of the Weequays firing the heavy blasters.

The enemy was pulling back slowly, which meant it was time to finish this. The mandala grew in size, and Anakin pushed it forward. The screen of energy slammed into the pirates with the force of a podracer, leaving them with pulverized bones and flesh turned to a paste.

The freedom fighters rushed forward, taking what weapons were in good condition, and proceeded to clean the rest of the compound.

Anakin had started a war by executing Jabba in public between the people who wished for freedom for all and the slavers who were defiant in the face of his warnings. They constituted a significant part, but there were those that had set their slaves free and were left untouched.

Still, they were winning, and each victory cowed more slave owners into compliance, and he wouldn't stop until all of Tatooine was free and then the Outer Rim.

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The Hutt Cartel was not going to let the revolts in Tatooine take the planet. It would be bad for business and might give others ideas. The records of the battles convinced the Cartel that it was the work of a Force user, and it hired the most elite bounty hunters across the galaxy with known success against the Jedi.

Jango Fett, the greatest bounty hunter alive, would lead a team consisting of Aurra Sing, Zam Wesell, Bossk, Black Krssantan, and Dengar, along with a dozen IG-series assassin droids.

Cad Bane was sought after as well, but the Duros was nowhere to be found.

Once the leader of this rebellion, its symbol, was dead, the Hutts would sweep in and take Tatooine back, along with all of Jabba's assets.

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Sanctum Sanctorum

"Hey, Mom," Anakin greeted his mother as he stepped out of the portal, still floating to not dirty the floor with dust and grime, but a spell took care of it quickly.

"Anakin, there you are." Shmi came out of the kitchen of their modest home, wiped her hands on the apron, and cupped her son's face, checking him for injuries.

His son huffed while she fussed over him. "How are you doing? You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, Mom, not even a scratch on me." Anakin took his mother's hands off his face, giving her a hug.

Satisfied, Shmi pointed. "Good, go on and wash up; I made dinner."

Having running hot water was a luxury of the highest order in a place such as Tatooine, and it was one Anakin indulged in whenever it was available. Once cleaned and dressed in casual clothes, he sat down, ready to partake in the small feast his mother had prepared.

He was a growing boy after all.

"How is it going out there?" Shmi was constantly worried about her son, and hearing news of victories each day helped her heart settle down.

"Good, good, we took most of Mos Eisley, and we are going to finish it soon."

The battles raged all over the planet, from the capital city Bestine to the small settlements like Wayfar, but without Anakin's direct help, the Freedom Movement could only force a stalemate, and it was changing each day as he directed supplies and manpower with portals.

The logistical and strategic advantage of his portals could quickly change the outcome of any battle. They could flank the enemy, make traps and security measures useless, and sabotage or steal strategic assets, such as fuel and supply depots.

And there was not a single thing the slaver scum could do.

Just like all good things, however, Anakin knew the situation wouldn't continue like this forever, not when the damn slugs were out there, no doubt planning a way to snuff out the rebellion.

Unfortunately for them, once he was finished on Tatooine, he would assassinate the members of the cartel, preferably all at once, decapitating the criminal syndicate in one move and leaving a power vacuum that would result in a civil war among the remaining Hutts.

Not now, but soon.

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Note: This is the pilot chapter with grammatical errors fixed, released as the eleventh chapter.

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy this story, you can read 8 chapters in advance on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.

Anakin Skywalker is on the path to become one of the greatest figures on the galactic scene. If you want to read an original story of greatness, you can check my story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.

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Nal Hutta

Jango turned to Gorga the Hutt. "That's not a Jedi."

He had heard the rumors, as most of the galaxy no doubt had by now. He knew it would present him with opportunities. He thought the Sorcerer was just a Force user, one who thought it was magic.

Now, he was starting to think it was not a title given by a kid who had no idea what he was not doing.

More so, he knew how to fight. He wasn't just using his skills at random. He had wiped out the entirety of Jabba's forces with the efficiency of a seasoned warrior.

"What?" Gorga, responsible for handling the Hutt Council's work, growled.

"I fought Jedi before. I don't know what that boy is, but he is not one."

"Are you refusing to take the bounty?"

"No. I want double the amount and more hands." Most Jedi weren't that dangerous if you knew what you were doing. This boy, with his portals, light constructs, and elemental abilities, would be dangerous and more than a match for multiple Jedis.

Which made him dangerous.

The footage was also unlikely to cover the entirety of the Sorcerer's capabilities.

The Hutt trudged closer, his massive body trembling in fury. Jango didn't even react, but he was ready to act. "Fine. You will have it."

As Gorga left, a more feminine and humanoid voice called out. "My, even the mighty Jango Fett is cautious."

He glanced at Aurra Sing for a moment before turning to watch the footage. "You are a fool if you aren't."

"Where is Cad Bane? I hate his smug face, but he would be useful here." Bossk said. The Duros was nowhere to be seen, and missing such a lucrative contract wasn't his style.

"He was on Tatooine the last time anyone saw him. He is either dead or has left the planet." Seeing as there was no sound from him, Jango was betting on the former.

Sing smirked. "So who else are you going to hire?"

"Everyone I can find."

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Tatooine

Fort Freedom

Doctors and droids all over the planet worked like moisture vaporators in the Dune Sea. There were too many slaves and not enough hands or supplies to anesthetize and operate on every single one.

Most of the planet was already cleared of Jabba's influence. Their savior and his countless abilities were what made it possible in the first place.

"Sir, they are not speaking. If you would let us…" Carlen, a human who was quickly chosen by the men to handle the operations, said. While Anakin was the one who started the war, he didn't have the experience to lead men. Carlen, before he was caught, was the leader of a small rebel cell.

He was their best option.

"No need," he said, turning to their queries.

Right now, they had to access Jabba's wealth to buy supplies from off-world. Mosep Binneed, Tessek, and Shasa Tiel kept track of various fronts of the hutt's wealth. They, however, were refusing to speak.

He pointed at the middle of the throne room, right where Jabba would throw his. "Can you move them there? I believe that's where the trapdoor to the rancor pit is."

"The rancor pit?" The long whiskers of the Nimbanel twitched. All three suddenly stood straighter.

Anakin smiled, the only part of him visible under the hood, and knelt down to Mosep's ear. "Yes. If you aren't going to help us, then you are Jabba's accomplices. As such, you should share the fate of his victims."

Tessek tried to rise to his feet, but the Twi'leks pushed him down. "Perhaps we have been too hasty. I am certain we can come to an agreement."

The Quarren's words were approved by his colleagues, whose heads tilted up and down earnestly.

"Give us all of Jabba's wealth, and you three are free to go," he said. The rancors beneath their feet would have to be dealt with. How, though, remained a question.

"Of course, of course."

"Sir, no way they will give us everything," Orlen said, scratching his graying stubble beard.

"They won't. Which is why we are not going to push it." These bastards were no doubt embezzling from Jabba. Along with the Hutt's most secretive businesses, the three accountants would try to sell what they could and escape.

His brown eyes locked on him, a questioning glint in them. "I don't understand."

"You will," he said, patting the taller man on the shoulder, remembering a passage from the Art of War.

Guards were assigned to watch over the accountants as the transition of wealth started. Jabba didn't have massive piles of peggats laying around; no one would. What he had was thousands of businesses, funneling the wealth to the banks across Tatooine. His accounts were still loaded, though.

Once the bank was coerced to hand the wealth over, since they technically possessed all of Jabba's credentials. With that, the necessary supplies began to flow.

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"They are willing to sell supplies under market value? Why?" he asked. Typically, logistics didn't fall under his purview, so he didn't receive these types of requests. In fact, he didn't do more than fight and give people hope. The people of Freedom First did all of that.

The matter was simply intriguing enough that they brought it to him.

Several Republic worlds, such as Naboo and Alderaan, had sent an unofficial message, along with unregistered ships filled with medical droids and all kinds of civilian supplies. They promised material support as long as their war against slavery and the Hutts continued. It was all under the table, of course.

"To summarize, they want to support our war. They can't do it by sending soldiers, but selling or sending supplies is apparently allowed for humanitarian reasons."

"Well, better than the Trade Federation," he said, handing the datapad back. The Hutts had dealings with the Trade Federation and the Banking Clan. As such, buying or dealing with them was not possible. This was especially true given that the Hutts were such lucrative business partners.

Corlen nodded. "The men are worried about something else. The hutts will come with ships and an army. What do we do then?"

"They can't gather an army that fast. The Hutts will target me first." He was the head of the rebellion. The Hutt Council would want to make an example out of him.

"Still, we don't have the means to defend ourselves in space. We took everything we could, but it isn't much." The ships and weapons taken from Jabba's holdings and everyone else in his employ amounted to a small, mismatched fleet. The heaviest ships were cargo freighters, which they were trying to fit with torpedo launchers.

"The Republic-affiliated organizations wouldn't sell us weapons, and the Trade Federation has relations with the Hutts, so they won't either." Corlen had reached out to his old contacts, but no one was willing to risk their necks for a rebellion in a world like Tatooine.

He was strong, but the movement was weak. He alone couldn't do everything.

"We wait for the Hutts to send a fleet and then take them over," Anakin said. It was a dangerous idea, but the potential benefits would be worth it.

Corlen raised an eyebrow, the brown skin around his eyes turning wrinkly. "You can do that by yourself?"

"By myself? "No," he shook his head. "We'll get strike teams; I'll open portals into bridges, and we'll take over. After that, we shut down the life support systems and vented the atmosphere to kill them all."

"That could work. I'll get the men ready for the next push in the meanwhile."

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Mos Espa Spaceport

"Reason for visit?" The Togruta clerk asked behind the

"We are observers sent by the Senate of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Council to report on the current state of the war," Plo Koon said. This was technically an official visit, but one only meant to determine what the humanitarian situation was.

Their mission of finding and speaking to the Sorcerer didn't really concern the Senate.

"Right, the Jedi Masters. You better head to Fort Freedom then. It's Jabba's former palace in the Northern Dune Sea."

"Thank you."

"That was easy. I expected more bureaucracy and questions," Obi-Wan said. The security was heavy. On Republic worlds, it would mean everything would slow down, sometimes even for the Senate. In a non-member world, they had

Quinlan huffed, head slightly turning to the knight. "Not from a spaceport clerk whose job is just to handle the records. I am sure you will get all the red tape you want at this Fort Freedom."

"What about our mysterious sorcerer? What we heard so far says he isn't seen much unless there is fighting." Which could mean they could potentially be stuck in the middle of a battlefield.

Obi-Wan thanked the Force for deciding against bringing Ferus.

Plo Koon stopped, searching for transport among the bustling port. "We'll see if we can find him through diplomatic means. If not, the Hutt clans are unlikely to leave Tatooine alone."

"I heard they inquired with several arms manufacturers about anti-ship weaponry," Quinlan added. If the Republic could only get its act together and send support to Tatooine, this rebellion could be the end of the Hutts.

"The Chancellor is unwilling to take a side, not with all the tension in the Senate. While the Hutts aren't a danger to the Republic, they could be if we are seen as supporting the rebellion." Plo Koon's assessment was spot on, which put a dampener on their mood.

"I hate politics," Quinlan said with a flat voice.

Obi-Wan nodded. "So do I."

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Bestine

The capital city of Tatooine was like the rest of the settlements on the planet. Dusty, poor, and under Hutt rule. The rebellion had yet to touch the city. While Jabba was dead, his influence on the capital continued, largely due to the existence of the Hutt Council.

Even if Jabba were gone, another Hutt would come to take his assets. If the city surrendered at the first sign of trouble, the new management wouldn't be merciful. Beyond that, the slave owners weren't willing to let their property go.

The rich and elite of the city would fight.

They had created a loose coalition, bringing their forces together. The Commerce Guild Hall was their staging point. He had already scouted the place. Pirates, bodyguards, and mercenaries created a well-defended fortress.

Unfortunately for them, it also turned them into an easy target.

He threw his hands forward, fingers spread like claws. He followed by bringing his hands to chest level, crossing his wrists, and keeping his index and pinky fingers extended. He threw his hands forward again, calling on the demon Ikthalon.

The icy tendrils struck everywhere at once. Buildings, people—no one was safe. The subzero temperatures of the tendrils quickly grew layers of ice.

That wasn't all.

Ikthalon's ice actively drained all heat and hope, like a parasite would drain the strength of its host. The weaker the enemy got, the stronger the ice grew. Their struggles made them die faster. Blaster fire did not work either. The intense heat of the plasma was drained, leaving behind harmless gas that froze.

He poured everything he had into it, mostly the hate and the fury. When the tendrils ceased, the Commerce Guild Hall was one giant iceberg, shining but not melting.

The surrounding forces felt despair settle on their minds. It grew like the pillars of ice, draining all hope.

When Anakin floated above them, none had the will to fight. The Freedom First rounded the living without a single shot being fired.

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Once Bestine was under their control, they had access to most of Jabba's accounts, his businesses, and, most importantly, control over planetary communications. The state of the guild hall was projected to the remaining cities still against them.

The icy graveyard on the desert world had the Hutt loyalists scrambling to surrender.

One city at a time, the slaves were freed and operated on. There were thousands willing to join their cause. Miners, dancers, guards, and more. Even children tried to join, wanting to do their part, though Anakin could see they wanted revenge. Those without caretakers were admitted, not to fight, but to handle small tasks. It would give them a purpose and prevent them from seeking out their own justice.

He wasn't against revenge, simply against the fact that they would die before achieving it.

Ships, weapons, money, and all other assets were seized for the war effort. Engineers, whether freed or people simply against slavery, were put to work in the factories. They could only produce small arms, but it was better than nothing.

The first battle was won, but no doubt more difficult challenges awaited them in the future.

At the end of the day, though, he returned to the Sanctum, giving the good news to his mother and teacher.

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Naboo

Theed Royal Palace

"My queen, the preliminary report from Tatooine is here," Vaelia said, holding out a gray datapad.

The silver, metallic hand glinted under the lights as she reached for the datapad. "So it's true. He is quite young."

The curt, emotionless voice of the queen suddenly had a lighter tone.

"Fourteen or fifteen by our estimates. He doesn't show his face, but his abilities are real."

"The state of their rebellion?" Padme asked. Her previous, less than effective actions against slavery, which were to bring it to the Senate's attention in the hopes they might do something, were just another sour memory.

It felt good to see someone actually taking action. Action that she would support as much as possible.

"They are showing great success on the planet. We believe they will target the capital city soon. If it falls, the rest of the planet would be unlikely to continue fighting," her handmaiden said.

"And they would win. What about the Hutts? What is the state of their preparations?" Their contacts in the Outer Rim weren't numerous. A possible end to the Hutt rule had made them work very earnestly.

Which was proving useful.

"Bounty hunters, pirates, mercenaries, and all other hirable fighting forces all along the Outer Rim are being called. They also assembled a small fleet. Since Tatooine doesn't have the means to defend itself in space, it would be more than enough."

Padmé's face ached slightly as a smile tugged at her lips. "Unless the Sorcerer can't turn the tide."

It invigorated her, knowing a teen was scaring the Hutts so much.

She handed the datapad back, an idea forming. "Send him a discreet message. Include everything we have on the Hutts. If they survive the first storm, then perhaps we can help them more."

She had to see what the Gungans could spare from the joint arsenal. They couldn't possibly send them equipment in time for the response of the Hutt Council. Should they succeed, however, the hidden might of Naboo could allow Freedom First to strike the Hutts everywhere.

"As you wish."

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In the next chapter:


"I was thinking…" he said to his teacher, grunting as he blocked the downward slash.

Strange spun on his heel, firing two half circles that were deflected. "Go on."

"Since we draw energies from other dimensions to power our spells, can the same principles apply to hyperspace?" It was a question that plagued him ever since he began to spend more time around ships.

Strange stopped, one arm at his back, the other stroking his graying beard. "That… could actually be possible. Why don't you explain to me what exactly hyperspace is first?"


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[vtkun]

thanks for the chapters

 

[TheGeneral03]

TFTC.double chapter nice. Now i cant wait to see how hyperspace Will affect Magic...

 

[Petrox]

Using energy from hyperspace and controlling it, maybe he could make the hyperspace that reach the planet unstable to take it safely. It will give him time to organize if he wants it.

 

[YogCthulu_420]

TFTC love it
Would drawing from hyperspace attract the things that live In hyperspace?