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Now Luke really did try to do his best. He really did, he had to. He had been thinking about it for sometime...
that sometime being the few minutes they have been sitting here. Wherever here was that is. The point being though, that none of this was his fault. If anything, he figured, it had to be Leia's because of...reasons.
Ok so maybe this was mostly his fault he thought. Hindsight, clear as always, showed it may not have been his brightest idea to go to a thousand year-untouched-old temple.
In his defense he was just trying to find more research on the Jedi and their practices. Most of it was wiped out by the war, and since hearing of this temple...
Really though how could he not go and find it. Especially since he now decided to teach younger force sensitives, two of which were his nephew and step-son. Well they were technically the only two so far, but they still count, he was teaching them. It was his school.
Though he technically wasn't teaching them at the moment since they were in this situation that was totally not his fault.
HOw was he supposed to know not to touch old books because, oh wait that one might be cursed and fling them into a kriffing closet on a mysterious ship. He really didn't like this closet, or any, though especially this one as Leia was still glaring at him from the other side and proceeding to lecture him.
"I mean seriously Luke, We don't even know where we are!" Leia was yelling at him furious. She really was intimating.
"What even was that! Why would you touch it?" She continued while pacing. That was not a good sign. Luke held up his hands up to his scary sister innocently.
"Obviously I didn't know! It was a book, it looked, smelled, and tasted like a book. You touch them and read them. Your supposed to be able to touch them, right Din?" He asked panicky towards his husband, who was off to the side just watching this interaction.
Din opened his mouth to try and find a response to whatever was going on before Leia shushed him, not giving him a chance to help Luke.
"Well you shouldn't touch mysterious old ones, right Han?" She said to her own husband who was off to the side as well.
Oh, now Luke saw how this was going. She was trying to recruit Han to her side. That wasn't fair, he thought, ignoring the fact he literally just did the same exact thing.
"Well still-" Luke started before Leia shushed him again. This was censorship.
"Luke karking Skywalker I swear to every all powerful force I'm going to strangle you." She said in a straight face, which made Luke feel more uneased than her yelling. She went forwards and grabbed the front of his shirt. Touchy. He could hear both Din and Han wince, making no move to interrupt her though. Traitors.
However before she could do anymore scolding the door to their little shared closet opened up to reveal two people wearing matching armor. Uh oh.
After a couple of seconds of the two groups just looking at each other, shocked into a stupor, Luke managed out a small, "Hi!"
It probably was a strange sight, that was, four people in a too small closet, two of which screaming at each other, the other two used to the chaos.
Leia however, always the quickest to react, dropped the collar of Luke's shirt and with a well practiced ease, pulled out her blaster and aimed at them in matter of a second.
Oh yeah, mysterious ship and men in eerily similar armor to storm troopers=more than likely people that want them dead.
Similarly to Leia the rest of them brought out their weapons, including the two faux troopers, and they aimed at each other. Din was staring at them. He tapped on Luke shoulder.
"This ship isn't imperial" Din said while looking at them in confusion. "That is clone armor, straight from the clone wars, somethings wrong."
Luke just froze at those words. Huh? "Umm no that's not possible. The clones were basically fazed out 20 years ago. Rex told me himself, are you ok?" Luke turned off his lightsaber going over to examine his husband's head.
Leia then looked between Din and the 'clones' she seemed to be calculating something. "I think Din is right, that is clone armor, this ship must be hijacked."
Oh well this is great, Luke thought. Though they did appear to be right. Books are weird, especially old ones from old temples.
Meanwhile the 'clones' were just standing there in bafflement, until the one took off his helmet as if to get a better look at the group. He squinted at them, before looking towards the other one. Luke now saw the man's face. He was a clone, exactly like how Rex would have looked if he was younger.
"Should I get the Generals Commander Cody?" The helmetless clone said while sighing.
"Yeah," Commander Cody said, looking awfully tired as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Get the Generals."
They were just walking through the halls.
Nothing out of the ordinary either, but of course with luck, it didn't stay that way for long.
Commander Cody was walking with and talking to Clone Trooper Fives of the 501st when the...incident happened. Incident did seem to be a good word for what happened.
"Luke karking Skywalker I swear to every all powerful force I'm going to strangle you!"
A woman's voice could be heard screaming from just around the corner.
The first shocking thing from that jarring statement was the fact that came from the area of the ship that only had one single, and from what he knew, small storage closet.
Secondly she screamed the name Skywalker. He looked over towards Fives who was also facing him. He shrugged before motioning to stay quiet as they went closer to the closet.
They heard a few more jumbled statements till Cody decided to open the door only to be faced with four people somehow crammed into that space.
The only woman, who can be inferred to be the one that alerted the two of their presence, was holding onto the collar of one of the men. The other two men were just looking at the arguing two fighting, seemingly unconcerned as if this was a normal occurrence until they noticed the open door. One of them also wearing Mandalorian armour.
Not good.
The woman, with insanely fast reflexes, whipped out a blaster and had it pointed at them before they could entirely process the situation.
It rivaled the reflexes of even the Jedi he worked with daily. In response Fives and Cody each got out their blasters as well, only to be parried with two more blasters, and a ...
lightsaber. Of course one would have a lightsaber. It couldn't have been normal stowaways either because that would be too easy to deal with apparently.
Either it was a rogue Jedi or one who was able to steal a lightsaber from one, frankly neither were ideal. Never-minding the fact he shared the name of one of the more famous Jedi Knights.
After the confused conversation was insinuated and the one, Luke Skywalker, said something about all the clones being fazed out, all doubt of this not being a normalish situation was eradicated. Cody was very sure all the clones had not been 'fazed out'.
They were also very shocked of the idea of clones, which really shouldn't be that shocking, due to the giant Clone War going on at the moment.
Of course with all of this included one of their names were Skywalker. That was especially weird. Having the name Skywalker though, didn't instantly mean the General was apart of this. Right?
Cody pinched the bridge of his nose, as Fives asked if he should get the Generals. Cody sighed. Maybe he should have just stayed on the other ship with the rest of the 212th instead of joining General Kenobi on the ship with the 501st.
The group in the closet looked mostly confused as Cody felt as Cody just replied an affirmation to Fives to get the Generals.
"As we wait, would you four mind telling me who you are and how you got here?" Cody said towards the wide-eyed group, as Fives left his peripheral.
The Group looked nervously around at each other.
"That might be a little complicated."