- You've died. What do you do as your first day as a ghost?
AROUND 900 YEARS AGO
Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor was an ace pilot, it was one of the two areas he specialized in (he was also a very capable mechanic/engineer). The problem is that he was in a light freighter and being engaged by not 1, not 3, but 5 'Supa Fighters' and all of them experts in their own right. They had the drop on him and his Padawan Danuae already and all he could do was try and create options. Danuae was doing incredibly well given the circumstances, working the guns and shouting positions of fighters but this was a losing game.
Danuae! Get to the escape pod.
"Not without you, Master!" She shouted from her position as the entire ship was rocked by cannon fire.
You have your own path to walk. "R2?"
The massive Jedi Master did not want to do this, and neither did R2-T3, his long time droid, but the astromech shocked her unconscious and dragged the Padawan into the pod. As R2 was about to turn and leave, Caltin reached out through the Force and shut the door, much to its protest. As the launch sequence commenced, Caltin said "goodbye" to his best friend.
Take care of Danuae, she'll need you, and enjoy the freedom you were never truly allowed.
The ship was going down, and this was going to be it, but he would not go down without a fight, he
somehow managed to destroy 2 of the 5 fighters. Alas though, it was not meant to be as he set the locator beacon as he went down and the ship slammed into and skidded across the ground. It was when the ship crashed into a cave that the entire side of the mountain collapsed. He was trapped, and barely alive.
It was only a matter of time.
CURRENT DAY
Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor was found in the ice of Rhen Var, Imperial territory, by the Silver Jedi Concord. He had been reanimated and re-entered the galaxy only to see more turmoil than he had been in the middle of when he last left it. The culture shock, added to the culture shock of literally
everyone that he had known being long passed on to become one with the Force was hard, but he managed. Caltin managed to cut a swath through those who would endanger the Silver Concord, the Galactic Alliance and the galaxy as a whole. There is one problem though.
This was not Caltin Vanagor.
Caltin indeed became one with the Force that fateful day on the ice planet, yet somehow he was still aware of his existence. He was a ghost through the Force, yet could not be seen by anyone, Jedi, Gray, or Sith. Traveling through the galaxy, all the ghost could do was try to catch up to his visceral imposter and solve the mystery. Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, days to turned to weeks, weeks to months, months to years and nothing until finally the spirit of the Force was face to face with his own body, yes, this
was his body, but who was inside it? How would they communicate? He didn't have to wonder…
"Caltin" was looking at him.
I was wondering when you would find me.
The spirit of the Jedi was shocked to say the least.
You can see me… who are you?
The imposter spirit in his body smiled.
Why I am Jedi Master Caltin Anselmo Vanagor. Scourge of the Dark side, annoyance of much of the Light.
Caltin the astral spirit was not impressed or laughing, which of course left the body scoffing.
What does it matter at this point?
You have stolen my life, my body, and my name!That is why it matters?
Then the imposter leaned in a little closer, to symbolically whisper to the astral form of the actual Jedi.
Of all of the Padawans assigned to you, only one was lost. Not your last one, either…
Then it all seemed to make sense.
Darth Aricsias. There was a nod. It all made sense now, this spirit inside of his body was the very first Padawan assigned to him, one he never let himself truly get close to or bond with. Sure, he taught the young man all he knew, and gave him all of the skills he could hope for, but the Padawan needed friendship and it was something Caltin had never known, truly known how to give. He disappeared during the New Republic retaking of Coruscant, considered KIA, and Caltin had never looked for him feeling he failed. Until a few years later when he received word of him falling to the Dark Side.
You never looked for me, you never bothered. I needed a friend, a mentor, you kept me at arm's length. I never truly felt good enough to be a Jedi thanks to you. That was proven when I was captured, and you left me behind!
I couldn't give you the friendship you needed because I never had it myself. That is no excuse though, I failed you, and for that… I am sorry. One thing Caltin Vanagor has never been was a liar, or one who minced words. Aricsias did not need wonder whether his former master was sincere or not, he knew it true. That only served to anger him further.
You think I am doing this as some sort of revenge? The head shook "no" emphatically.
The galaxy does not need you anymore, but this is the second chance you needed. I am fixing the mess you made. For all of your mistreatment of me, I forgive you, I already did, but I am not doing this for you, I am doing this in spite of you! I am being the "Caltin Vanagor" you should have been!
Now this was getting confusing.
What is "this"? What are you talking about?
Listen… All either of them could hear was a baby cry. One that sounded eerily familiar… his son… Connell…
WHA?! Sitting up in a start, he was in bed, it was dark, it was a dream. A dream?
Or a message?