Forward from the author: I decided to rewrite this story because I like my original idea, but I feel went about presenting it the wrong way. I had practically no transitions, and I can now understand why some of my readers had trouble following the plotline. This being said, I'll welcome any criticism to the reconstructed version of Changing History. I will also no longer be switching POV's constantly. There are other ways each individual character can contribute to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. Never have, never will.

Changing History: Prologue

Coruscant is known as the planet of city life. Bars fill with empty music and disillusioned business leaders line the streets with their false promises and inevitable heartbreaks. Breaks in traffic flows causes the deaths of five people per second, and air vents invite the stench of tragic thrill rides to lonely street teenagers who have nothing left to give in their lives.

Coruscant is also a place of corruption in the government. The Sith Lord Darth Sidious rules under the name Chancellor Palpatine, and the Jedi Council hurries to find the source of the dark side. Palpatine has been given emergency powers from the Senate, and the Clone War has begun. Darkness clouds every vision, every dream, and Yoda listens passively as the Council decides their own fate.

"We must act immediately. The power of the dark side is growing, and it will consume us if we do nothing, Hadar," Mace Windu replied. He could feel a headache clawing at his brain, but he would not concede his point.

"Impatience is a trait of the dark path, and I do not believe we should fall to the corruption so easily, Master Windu. We must put our faith in the Force to guide us," Hadar Leef shot back. He often disagreed with Mace Windu's ways, and he never failed to share his own views on the matter. Hadar was a stocky man, built only for battle. His influence on the other members of the Council was limited, but his few allies stood behind him when they could.

Obi Wan Kenobi stepped between the two men as he faced each one individually. Both shared good points, but this argument would get them nowhere. If they were to reach a conclusion, the Jedi Council had to work in a cooperative manner. The argument had already lasted for half the day, and if they fought for much longer, the Council would reflect the ways of the Senate in using too much time doing nothing.

"We must proceed with caution, Master Windu. The force is our ally, but it could also be used against us, Master Leef," Obi Wan commented neutrally to cease the impending holoball match between the two Jedi masters.

"Agreed, Obi-Wan. Meditate on this matter, I will. Help, I will call for. Master Kenobi, I wish to speak with you," Yoda voice carried over all the members present. The Jedi bowed their heads in respect as they quietly filed out of the room. Windu and Leef noticeably shuffled as far away from each other as possible.

Obi Wan and Yoda stared at each other for a few moments as no words were needed. The sun was setting low on the horizon, and the shafts of light cast an eerie glow about the room. Light was fading fast, and they were running out of time.

"Where is Young Skywalker?" Yoda asked as his floating platform rose to match Obi Wan's height. Old age was catching up to him, but he would not let death come for him yet. He had not lived for so long to see the Republic slide into chaos.

"Anakin is on his way back from escorting Senator Amidala to Naboo. I believe she is returning with him on the request of the new queen," Obi Wan replied as he placed his hands behind his back. The doors opened as he began down the corridor with Yoda in his wake. Anakin would be back before long, and Obi-Wan intended on sending his apprentice a message as soon as possible.

"Darkness, I sense in him," Yoda said in a tired manner. Obi Wan looked at him in surprise. "Taken him completely, it has not." How could they hope to win a war if they could not fight the battles within their own ranks?

"I have failed then, Master Yoda. My first Padawan has joined that which we fight against," Obi Wan murmured as he bowed his head in defeat. Anakin was like his son, and he had failed to keep Qui-Gon's promise. Anakin might not become the Jedi Knight he was born to be after all.

Yoda shook his head. "There is still hope. An anchor, I will need as I journey on the Force in search of someone who can save the Chosen One. Redeemed, Skywalker can be."

Obi Wan could not erase the small spark that alighted in his mind. He had not failed completely, and he would do everything in his power to lead Anakin back from the darkness he had created. The doors opened before them, and the meditation chamber beckoned the Jedi masters inside. Yoda's platform floated to the center of the room, and Yoda gestured to one of the cushions on the left. Obi Wan shrugged off his heavy cloak before finding a comfortable position. No, he would not fail Anakin like he failed his master.

"Clear your mind and find my Force signature, you must," Yoda lulled as he closed his eyes. Light filled his second sight, and the flow of the force surrounded him. He could feel Obi Wan searching, and Yoda reached out with his mind toward one of his closest trustees. Yoda's assurance landed him a strong anchor, and he prepared himself for the journey.

Jedi were always taught to never give themselves completely to the Force in this manner because minds had been shattered, lost to the world. There was always a risk, but was the risk worth taking? Yoda let his body go as the Force guided him toward an unknown destination. Touches of shadow reached him, but the Jedi Master brushed them off with ease.

Yoda was going forward in time, but time was immeasurable to the Force. All he could feel was the light and the dark. No longer was the scale tipped in the side of the shadows, and he could feel two strong Force beings surrounded in light. The medichlorians themselves converged in the Force, and everything was in balance. Yoda nearly wept in joy, but he had a mission to fulfill.

He wasn't strong enough to bring back thousands of medichlorians by himself, but he could ask for their aid. A suggestion here, a plea for help there, and he was on his way home. The outcome of his call was no longer in his hands, and they only had to wait to see if their call would be answered. Yoda could here Obi Wan sigh in relief as he opened hi eyes.

Darkness would get its battle.

Twenty-five years in the future, Luke Skywalker had a premonition. He rarely had visions, and even rarer did he know what they meant. His former masters needed help, but in his vision, they both looked alive and well. Masters Obi-Wan and Yoda were in a building unknown to him, and they looked battle-worn to the point of exhaustion.

Luke folded the blanket back and tread softly to the balcony outside his bedroom. He didn't have many possessions, no clothes to trip over. His room was bare, but he felt emptier inside. The Force was trying to tell him something, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. He leaned on the balcony rail, his cloak trailing behind him.

Leia approached from the left, her soft breath mingling with chilled night air. She rested her hand on the back of her brother's cloak, and he leaned into her touch. "You felt it too," he whispered on the wind. It was a statement more than a question, and she didn't need to respond. The sands of Tatooine blew in from the South, but they didn't notice the coarse grains tapping their bare skin.

"What should we do, Luke?" she asked as though she didn't already know the answer. They both knew he would rush headlong into the situation, and his friends were sure to follow. Leia could feel Han stirring in one of the far rooms of the house, but Chewie was still long asleep on a makeshift couch. Three months after the fall of the Empire, and they still didn't know why they were on Tatooine. The desert was a refuge, a temporary sanctuary, but it wasn't home.

Luke sighed as he turned to face his sister. "I won't try to stop you if you want to come with me, but I don't know if we're ever coming back here. Danger is ahead along with both life and death. Master Yoda needs my help, and after all I put him through, I will give him the help he asks for."

Luke didn't need to see the resolve in Leia's eyes to know she would follow him to whatever end. There was no Rebellion and no Empire to keep her from her duty to her family this time. He walked past Han's sleepy form to grab his lightsaber from his bedside table. His lightsaber had not failed to keep him alive thus far, and he would do his father proud.

Han grumbled behind Luke as he wrapped his arms around his princess. "What mess am I going to have to get the kid out of this time?" He asked as he shook Chewbacca lightly. Chewie growled slightly and yawned at the smuggler as he fell off the couch. Groans of "Oh no!" could be heard from the kitchen as Artoo pushed Threepio forward.

Luke smiled slightly as he grasped Chewie's arm and Artoo's dome. Leia did the same with Han and Threepio to his right. "Not that I'm complaining, Princess, but what are you doing? Don't tell me Luke has you doing this Force mumbo jumbo again," Han complained, but his words fell on deaf ears. Chewie silenced him with a look.

Luke felt Leia's Force signature and grasped onto it tightly. He could hear Han and Chewie's banter, but he was too focused to argue with them. His father prodded him gently in the right direction, and he sent a wave of gratitude. The world of the Force was different in this stage of limbo as his mental self tried to separate from his physical form. Luke was going both toward and away from the two Jedi Masters he knew, and he could sense familiar presences everywhere. Leia 'pushed' him forward, and he kept his physical forms tightly with him.

He didn't know if a droid could travel on the force, but Artoo's being had a strand of humanity in him unlike the clones. It was enough, and Luke grabbed onto it. He held Chewie to the other side of him, and Leia followed closely behind with Han and Threepio. A familiar presence alerted him to Yoda, and he reached forward blindly. He grabbed for the light and fell ungracefully in a heap at the bottom of the dogpile.

Yoda hid his disappointment well in the next Jedi Council. Three days had passed, and his call had yet been returned from the medichlorians. He knew help returning to their aid was slim, but hope was still hope as long as he had it to hold onto. Obi Wan was struggling not to express similar knowledge, but he was holding steady with a look from Yoda.

Mace Windu and Hadar Leef decided to hold their tongues for the day as other members expressed their concerns. Yoda closed his eyes in a meditative trance to block out their faults and questions. The Force filled him, and his structure shook for a moment. He ignored the look of brief worry Mace offered as he watched the older Jedi.

One of the medichlorians he had sought out before was looking for him. The other presence followed close behind, and Yoda sighed as he felt others with them. Would they help to bring balance to the Force? Would they restore the peace and order as it was before? Yoda could only gasp as the light reached out to him, and he lent them his hand.

His concentration was shattered as six forms were thrown unceremoniously on the floor in the middle of the Jedi Council. Obi Wan had barely stepped out of the way in time to miss the random limbs thrown together. The Jedi Council had stopped throwing ideas around at each other and were watching the new entourage the force had given them.

"Kid! What did you do-"

"Arg!"

"Oh my circuits-"

"Beep!"

"Get off me, you hairball-"

"Stop!"

Luke's last yell caused the room to go silent, but he gulped as all eyes swiveled to him. He attempted to bow his head to Yoda, but Chewie's arm prevented much movement. Han and Leia attempted to sort themselves out as Chewie drew up to his full height. Luke glared briefly at Threepio as the gold droid mumbled to Artoo. He turned back to Obi Wan and Yoda.

"You called for aid, Master Yoda?"

Notes: If any of you are having a hard time following this or if I'm going too fast, make sure to speak up. I'll be deleting all the other chapters today and rewriting them at different points in time, so I'm sorry there's no comparison for you guys. Ja ne Insane Pineapple from Naboo