FINALLY! Part three is done!!!
Naje rolled his eyes. "Whatever Master. Shouldn't we be doing something? Like... trying to round up the bad dudes Master J. was talking about?" he scoffed, going into his room. Bant sighed. "I guess he's right? But... Master Jinn? Uh... are あなた supposed to have actual flesh?" Bant asked, turning to the tall Jedi Master/Knight (A/N He died as a knight, right?). "Oh, it only looks like that. Obi-Wan, try to touch my arm..." Master Kenobi did as he was told. "See? Wait, I'm not supposed to be able to feel that... Oh no." Qui-Gon looked down at himself, and realized that he was, in fact, alive; no longer a Force-ghost. "Well... that's bad. Does this mean that..." Ahsoka began. "Yes. Haha, あなた never were the sharpest tool in the shed, were you, Master?" a silky voice spat from the darkness of Bant's living room. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan spun in unison the face the room, nearly whispering the word, "Xanatos." "Ah... あなた guys remember little old me? How sweet." The black-haired man stepped out of the shade, revealing his hideously handsome face, and making Bant scream. "Not him! Are あなた kidding me? Someone doesn't like me up there!" Xanatos now had a greenish tinge to his skin, most likely the aftermath of the toxens he jumped into. "Master, who is that?" Ahsoka asked Anakin. "Um... he kinda looks like Granta Omega... Master?" "Xanatos Omega. Granta's father." Obi-Wan answered, taking out his lightsaber. "Oh, look, the little boy remembered me. How cute! Ah..." he now approached Obi-Wan and put an arm over the Jedi's shoulder, "Oh, the memories we've shared. Do あなた remember that time when あなた were twelve? Those were fun times, weren't they?" Obi-Wan scowled at him. "Oh, yes, like the time あなた sold me into slavery? または are あなた talking about when あなた tried to blow Master Qui-Gon and I up?" he said, shrugging Xanatos off of him and igniting the blue blade of his 'saber. "Now, now. I'm not armed." "You don't need to be armed. You're a mad man!" Qui-Gon said, motioning for Ahsoka to give him her lightsaber. She hesitated, but gave in. He took it and hit Xanatos upside the head with he hilt of it. He fell backwards, unconcious. "He's the mad man, seriously Master?" Obi-Wan 発言しました smugly, turning to his old master. "Hey, don't make me do that to あなた too, Smug One." Obi-Wan grinned at the use of his old nickname. (A/N I made that up)
Obi-Wan turned to Anakin and Ahsoka, but quickly realized they were looking elsewhere. He turned back to the unconcious body of Xanatos, and realized that there had been someone standing behind him the whole time: Bruck Chun. His head was cocked, and he was staring at Obi-Wan. He still had his twelve-year-old body; white hair, sturdy build. The only difference was his head was still cocked. Realization dawned: this was because his neck was broken still. He guessed when a Dark Jedi または Sith die, they take with them to the afterlife markings of how they died. It almost made him gag when he thought about how Githany must look. "Bruck? Is that seriously you?" Siri asked, stepping closer to the now-small-in-comparison. "Y-yes. Please, don't be mad at me. It-it was Xanatos! He made me! I didn't mean to! Obi-Wan. I'm so, so sorry for what I've EVER done to you. The block tower when we were four, the water when we were seven, your sand 城 when we were eight, calling あなた Oafy-Wan, almost killing Bant, and you. Turning to the dark side, helping Xanatos, uh... and everything else!" he 発言しました hurriedly, as if he were timed. "Um... Master? May I request an explanation?" Anakin asked. "No. Now, Bruck," Qui-Gon said, crouching beside the broken boy, "I'm glad to see あなた understand your actions were wrong, but によって doing those things あなた had redeemed yourself to being a dark Jedi. We cannot save あなた now. But the Force may reconsider your spot in the afterlife... if あなた help us." The small Bruck looked down at his shoes and nodded. "Sure, I'll help you. What do あなた need?"
Naje rolled his eyes. "Whatever Master. Shouldn't we be doing something? Like... trying to round up the bad dudes Master J. was talking about?" he scoffed, going into his room. Bant sighed. "I guess he's right? But... Master Jinn? Uh... are あなた supposed to have actual flesh?" Bant asked, turning to the tall Jedi Master/Knight (A/N He died as a knight, right?). "Oh, it only looks like that. Obi-Wan, try to touch my arm..." Master Kenobi did as he was told. "See? Wait, I'm not supposed to be able to feel that... Oh no." Qui-Gon looked down at himself, and realized that he was, in fact, alive; no longer a Force-ghost. "Well... that's bad. Does this mean that..." Ahsoka began. "Yes. Haha, あなた never were the sharpest tool in the shed, were you, Master?" a silky voice spat from the darkness of Bant's living room. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan spun in unison the face the room, nearly whispering the word, "Xanatos." "Ah... あなた guys remember little old me? How sweet." The black-haired man stepped out of the shade, revealing his hideously handsome face, and making Bant scream. "Not him! Are あなた kidding me? Someone doesn't like me up there!" Xanatos now had a greenish tinge to his skin, most likely the aftermath of the toxens he jumped into. "Master, who is that?" Ahsoka asked Anakin. "Um... he kinda looks like Granta Omega... Master?" "Xanatos Omega. Granta's father." Obi-Wan answered, taking out his lightsaber. "Oh, look, the little boy remembered me. How cute! Ah..." he now approached Obi-Wan and put an arm over the Jedi's shoulder, "Oh, the memories we've shared. Do あなた remember that time when あなた were twelve? Those were fun times, weren't they?" Obi-Wan scowled at him. "Oh, yes, like the time あなた sold me into slavery? または are あなた talking about when あなた tried to blow Master Qui-Gon and I up?" he said, shrugging Xanatos off of him and igniting the blue blade of his 'saber. "Now, now. I'm not armed." "You don't need to be armed. You're a mad man!" Qui-Gon said, motioning for Ahsoka to give him her lightsaber. She hesitated, but gave in. He took it and hit Xanatos upside the head with he hilt of it. He fell backwards, unconcious. "He's the mad man, seriously Master?" Obi-Wan 発言しました smugly, turning to his old master. "Hey, don't make me do that to あなた too, Smug One." Obi-Wan grinned at the use of his old nickname. (A/N I made that up)
Obi-Wan turned to Anakin and Ahsoka, but quickly realized they were looking elsewhere. He turned back to the unconcious body of Xanatos, and realized that there had been someone standing behind him the whole time: Bruck Chun. His head was cocked, and he was staring at Obi-Wan. He still had his twelve-year-old body; white hair, sturdy build. The only difference was his head was still cocked. Realization dawned: this was because his neck was broken still. He guessed when a Dark Jedi または Sith die, they take with them to the afterlife markings of how they died. It almost made him gag when he thought about how Githany must look. "Bruck? Is that seriously you?" Siri asked, stepping closer to the now-small-in-comparison. "Y-yes. Please, don't be mad at me. It-it was Xanatos! He made me! I didn't mean to! Obi-Wan. I'm so, so sorry for what I've EVER done to you. The block tower when we were four, the water when we were seven, your sand 城 when we were eight, calling あなた Oafy-Wan, almost killing Bant, and you. Turning to the dark side, helping Xanatos, uh... and everything else!" he 発言しました hurriedly, as if he were timed. "Um... Master? May I request an explanation?" Anakin asked. "No. Now, Bruck," Qui-Gon said, crouching beside the broken boy, "I'm glad to see あなた understand your actions were wrong, but によって doing those things あなた had redeemed yourself to being a dark Jedi. We cannot save あなた now. But the Force may reconsider your spot in the afterlife... if あなた help us." The small Bruck looked down at his shoes and nodded. "Sure, I'll help you. What do あなた need?"