Disclaimer:  Star Wars � Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy
belongs to Lucas Arts.  Ranma � belongs to Rumiko
Takahashi and Viz Video.  
 
This is the result of a 80 plus hour Star Wars
marathon of watching the movies, reading some of the
books, and finally playing the computer games....

A Star Wars-Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy/Ranma 1/2
Crossover 

The Jedi of Chaos, Part 1
�In Training!�

Chapter 1
Beginnings

A single shuttlecraft transport travelled through the
silent void of space toward its final destination, the
planet Yavin.  
	
�We�ll be arriving at the Academy in a few minutes.�

At the shuttlecraft pilot�s announcement, half of the 
passengers began squirming with excitement and
anxiousness while the other half simply laid back and
waited for the time to disembark.  Not including the
pilot, they numbered twelve and all of them were newly
selected Jedi trainees, all chosen for their 
affinity with the Force.  While some sat alone,
wanting some time to themselves, others huddled
together, obviously feeling the effects of being away
from home for the first time.  

One of them, a young human male perked up at hearing
the news.  Barely out of his teens, he stood around
5�10, and possessed a lean body with thin shoulders. 
Rosh Penin was relieved to finally hear the words he�d
been waiting for ever since he�d climbed aboard the
shuttlecraft.

�That would be so great; for a while there I thought I
was going to go stir crazy.  We�ve been cooped up in
here for hours already with nothing to do!� He yawned
and stretched, looking around him for someone to share
his rising enthusiasm for what promised to be a
changing point in his life.  

His comment was true; the other Jedi initiates, as
Rosh thought all of them, including himself, to be,
were either napping or brooding in deep thought by
themselves.  Despite his efforts to be friendly (he
was really a people oriented person), all he�d 
recieved for his troubles were only grunts, nods, and
sometimes not even those.  Finally he�d given up and
settled back in a seat near the entrance to the
cockpit, thinking and complaining under his breath how
bored he was.  

That had been two hours ago.  In order to provide
himself with SOMETHING to do, one of the things Rosh
had chosen was to study his fellow initiates.

Besides himself, there were four other humans, three
guys and a girl.  One of the men was young, seemed to
be around Rosh�s age, and was slightly shorter than
him but made up for it by having broad shoulders and a
muscular build clearly visible from underneath his
clothing.  The scowl on his face seemed to be a 
constant and had discouraged Rosh from walking over
and introducing himself.  Rosh had seen worse in
regards to the black, shaggy hair, but the slanted
eyes and skin complexion were something he�d never
seen before.  Oh well, it was a big galaxy out 
there.  Aside from his worn, but still serviceable
sleeveless yellowish brown shirt and black pants, the
only article of clothing that made him stand out was
that yellow and black striped bandana that (barely)
held the hair in place.  

The second man seemed to be the oldest and tallest
human out of all of them.  Rosh estimated his age to
be from in the late thirties to mid forties.  It was
the lines on his face and not the gray hair that
tipped Rosh off to that fact.  When Rosh had
approached him earlier, the older man had simply told
him in a surprisingly young sounding voice that there
would be plenty of time to get acquainted once they
reached Yavin.  

Rosh wouldn�t admit it but he was more than a little 
intimidated by the girl, who looked as if she came
from some backwater planet.  She, too, appeared to be
around the same age as he was, and her mode of dress
was quite appealing to the male eye; a snug, form
fitting one-piece suit, strong looking, made of tawny 
hides from some unknown creature that stretched from
around her neck down to her pelvis.  By the looks of
her bare arms and legs, she was very fit and
excellently muscled.  Rosh had caught himself 
staring at her well endowed chest and had jerked his
head away, but had snuck another quick look.  He
wasn�t alone in that reaction; most of the males had
chosen to take a second, and even third, look.  One of
the bolder aliens, a male Rodian, had sauntered up to
her, trying to strike up a conversation.  A single
glance from her was all it took to send him quickly
retreating.  Rosh had no doubt that she was some type
of fighter and extremely formidable, definitely not
some helpless damsel in distress. 

The long flowing pink hair (a curious color, that),
though, gave her an exotic beauty that somehow suited
her.  

The fourth and last human male seemed to come from the
same racial stock as Mr. Scowling Bandana; in any
case, they seemed to be of the same age, possessed the
same skin color, facial characteristics, and maybe
were even related.  Rosh doubted that however, since
ever since in all the time they�d been on the 
shuttlecraft, they didn�t give a single sign of
acknowledgement or recognition. 
 
He was sitting on the same bench as Rosh, on the
opposite side actually.  Wearing a brown leather
jacket, a long sleeved gray tunic, and dark brown
pants with knee high black boots, he was dressed like
a million other people on a thousand other planets.  
No, what set this man apart from everyone else on
board was that he carried a lightsaber with him.  

Rosh had no idea if it was still working, or if it was
even genuine.  For all he knew, it could be fake and
the guy was carrying it in a pathetic attempt to try
and impress Master Skywalker.  But somehow Rosh felt
that wasn�t the case; ever since setting eyes on it,
he�d been nursing a wave of envy and mild 
greed.  If he�d been the thieving type, Rosh would�ve
snatched it up at the first chance he got. 
Fortunately, however, Rosh�s upbringing had been
fairly wholesome and decent enough so while 
he was tempted, he dismissed it with a second thought.
  

The rest of the trainees weren�t of the human
persuasion.  Three female Twi-leks, two of whom seemed
to be a couple, judging by their close snuggling and
content appearance together, 
while the third just stood off to the side.  A single
Rodian who, in Rosh�s opinion, looked suspiciously
homesick.  Two Kel dor males, whose lower halves of
their faces looked like a flattened black-colored crab
had decided to take up permanent residency 
there.  A female Zabrak who seemed a little lost and
was staring off into space.  

Despite the fact that all the trainees, no matter how
their race, culture, sex distinguished themselves
apart from each other, they had one single thing in
common.  They were all wondering what their training
would be like under the tutelage of the highly 
regarded Luke Skywalker, sole Jedi Master and Hero of
the Rebellion. 

Ever since they�d picked up the lightsaber guy, Rosh
had wanted to ask him where and how he found the
coveted weapon (in Rosh�s opinion), but there was a
dark, brooding sort of air around him that convinced
Rosh to keep his distance.  

Now, however, sheer enthusiasm overrode Rosh�s
hesitation and he impulsively moved on over and
plopped down into the seat right next to him.  �Hey,
aren�t you excited?� he began eagerly.  �We�re going
to be Jedi!  Learning the ways of the Force, building 
a light saber..� he trailed off, a bit uncertain as go
about asking.  Before he could continue though, the
other boy, who looked to be a few years younger than
Rosh himself, asked warily, �Who the hell 
are ya?�  

�Oh I�m sorry, I should�ve introduced myself first,�
Rosh apologized, brushing aside the rude way the
question was phrased.  �I�m Rosh Penin, of the New
Republic Military Academy on Coruscant.�  He held out
his hand. 

If Rosh had thought to impress the other boy by his 
credentials, he was disappointed.  His benchmate just
shrugged indifferently.  His blue-gray eyes
scrutinized Rosh carefully for a moment, hesitated as
if coming to conclusion, then reached out and grasped
the offered hand firmly and shook it twice.  �Nice ta 
meet�cha.  Th� name�s Ranma, Ranma Sao-�  He stopped
himself, biting his lip as an extremely troubled look
flashed over his face.  It was there for a second, and
then as if a ironclad veil dropped over it, Ranma�s
face instantly became blank and impassive.  If Rosh
had blinked, he would�ve missed it.  �Th� name�s Ranma
Korr.�  

Rosh wasn�t the best at reading a person�s eyes, but
he was a fair hand at it.  In that single moment he�d
glimpsed a huge amount of acute, emotional pain and a
haunted past before it was sealed away.  It was
obvious that whoever this Ranma was, his last name 
had a certain connection to whatever happened to him
in that past; his reaction proved that much.  

Despite his �discovery�, Rosh told himself to forget
about it, at least for now.  Heck, he just met the
guy, why bother himself with something that wasn�t his
business?  Shaking his head a little to free himself
of further contemplation of the matter, he returned to
the subject at hand.  His eyes fell upon the
lightsaber, studying it.  

Almost nine inches in length and three inches in
width, the trademark weapon of a Jedi was old and
battered.  The years of constant use could be seen in
the form of metal discoloration, scratches and minor
dents.  Rosh was fairly certain that it was much older
than Ranma, and wondered again where he�d gotten it. 
His grandfather perhaps?

Ranma noticed where Rosh was looking and grinned, but
it didn�t reach his eyes.  It was just a cover so he
could stamp down his reaction to bringing up unwanted
thoughts of HIM.  Just the thought of HIM made Ranma�s
temper start to boil and his skin crawl with
revulsion.  To try and distract himself, Ranma asked 
Rosh, �So, a soldier boy, huh?  I shoulda� known, what
with th� haircut ya got.  So why are ya here �stead of
there?  Ya get kicked out or somethin�?�

Rosh threw the other boy a dry look, amused at Ranma�s
sloppy speech.  �No, I wasn�t.  I was in the middle of
my second year over there when one of Luke Skywalker�s
former students, who was visiting her younger sister
there, sensed that I had an affinity for the Force. 
After some testing, she confirmed that I had enough
potential to become a Jedi.�  He paused, remembering
back to that moment of perhaps one of the most
exciting revelations in 
his life. 

For nearly three days, he�d been grinning like an
idiot in the wake of recieving such unexpected, but
very welcome news.  Pulling his attention back to the
present, he continued, �She and I talked and
eventually I made the decision to apply for official
training in the Force.  That was five months ago.  Now
that I�m almost there, I can hardly wait!  I wish I
had a lightsaber of my own...say, where did you get
yours anyway?� 

��S a long story, and I don�t much feel like talkin�
�bout it now, if ever,� Ranma stated firmly.  Rosh
waited for several seconds in vain, but true to his
word, Ranma had clammed up on that particular subject.
 Shrugging, Rosh decided to carry on the 
conversation.

�Well, you�re lucky you�ve already got one.  That
probably means that you�re gonna be well ahead of
everyone else.  Me, I guess I�ll be stuck with one of
those stupid training sabers until they think I�m
ready to handle a real one.  Speaking of training, 
how good are you with that?� he asked, gesturing
towards the item 
in question. 

Ranma shrugged nonchalantly and picked it up with his
left hand, casually twirling it around with his
fingers while rotating his wrist in an impressive show
of dexterity.  �I�ve practiced a bit; �S not like I�m
gunna accident�ly cut off my leg or arm while usin� it
if that�s what ya wanna know.�  He eyed Rosh
speculatively.  �So, th� Mil�tary �Cademy huh?  Their
combat trainin�s s�posed ta be one of th� toughest
�round.  Ya any good inna fight?�  

Rosh smirked in pride.  �You could say that.  I�ve
been trained by one of the toughest drill sergeants
that ever existed in just about everything; blasters,
blaster rifles, unarmed, vibro-blades, force pikes,
the whole deal.�  He gave a cocky grin, �Heh, and I
hate to brag, but I�m also one of the best competitive
fencers on Coruscant.  With that behind me, I should
be able to master the use of the lightsaber with no
problems whatsoever.� 

Despite his words, something in his tone just stank of
anxiety.  Ranma leaned back and regarded the older
boy, lifting an eyebrow.  �That�s good an� all, but ya
soun� pretty nervous.�  

Gazing absentmindedly at the wall, Rosh replied, �I
can�t help it; I just want to make a good impression. 
If I can manage to get Lu-, I mean, Master Skywalker�s
approval, and after doing that, 
when I return to Coruscant, I�ll have a pretty decent
chance of recieving a promotion to be an officer,
instead of a grunt.�  

Ranma was about to lay his lightsaber back onto the
seat but something made him change his mind, attaching
its leather strap to his belt.  �Well, sounds like ya
got yer whole future planned out.  
I�.�  Whatever he planned to say was abruptly
interrupted when one of the Twi�lek women yelled out
something, drawing everyone�s attention.
	
/****************************************************/

Sometimes, Kalee�a Valdurz hated life.  

Well, okay, maybe NOT exactly her life, but one of the
baggages that had decided to accompany it.  Now that
was a major pain.  

At first, it had started small and quite enjoyable;
when she was talking with someone, she could somehow
guess with a eighty percent accuracy of what their
reactions and answers would be to her statements.  As
a kid growing up on Ryloth, homeworld to the Twi�leks,
she�d taken great delight in playing games with her
parents and other adults, finding ways to get around
their rules, to slip past any openings she could find.
 It was easy, really, all she had to do was to
concentrate really hard on what to ask them and poof!
� she would instantly know what their general response
would be.  

At such a young, innocent age, she didn�t realize how 
unusual her ability was.  She�d thought that everyone
had it, to a lesser or better degree, and it seemed
perfectly natural to her. Thus, Kalee�a basked in the
praise of everyone who complimented her on being so
smart and �having a way with words�, whatever that
meant. 

As she grew older, however, and entered her
pre-adolescent years, it was to her amazement and
shock that she eventually discovered how...unique her
ability was.  She realized that she�d never heard of
anyone who displayed a similar ability.  It was then 
she came to treasure it as perhaps, one of the most
important secrets of her life.  

When Kalee�a hit the age of fourteen, her special
gift, as she came to think of it, became stronger. 
Her accuracy in predicting responses and reactions
grew more exact, more specific, until it came to the
point where she could virtually mouth their replies 
word for word.  

Her special gift, she later found, came in very handy
for the following two years.  For that part of her
life was filled with secrets, boyfriends, and heart
breaks, and with her ability, she was able to maintain
a relatively safe course.  It grew to the point where
she was able to pry any information from anyone with a
speed that would turn even the best New Republic
interrogator green with envy.  No one�s secret was
safe from her; and she dabbled a little 
in blackmail, but stopped when one of her schemes
backfired, causing herself and one of her best friends
to become bitter enemies.  

She cried for nearly three hours, and was depressed
for a whole week.  She was ashamed of herself, and
felt dirty for even thinking of doing that to Sheira,
who was almost like a sister to her ever since they
were toddlers.  In a moment of angry self rebuke, 
Kalee�a made a solemn promise to herself that she
would stop the manipulating.  Her conscience reminded
her that other people�s lives weren�t something to be
played around like some sort of holoboard game or
anything of the same.    

For nearly four months, she kept to her vow, all the
while heroically reigning in attempts to break it. 
Then she hit a snag, though not one of her own making.
 

She began having visions.  

One day everything was fine; the next, she woke up
with a most unwelcome facet of her gift emerging.  At
first, she thought she was hallucinating, or dreaming.
 But those suspicions faded quickly, as she was very
much awake and, last time she checked, 
Kalee�a wasn�t into drugs that would provoke that sort
of reaction.  Nonetheless, she couldn�t deny the
simple fact that she was having visions.  

She eventually became aware that these visions were of
the immediate future.  She looked at her siblings and
her parents; and it would seem the world would slow
down, and a ghostly image of them would �step� outside
of their real bodies and proceed to travel 
to their eventual destination.  Then, time would
become normal again and Kalee�a would watch in amazed
bemusement as they would proceed to walk to exactly
the same spot which she �saw� them go.      

Although initially mild and even exciting to
experience, after a while however, Kalee�a quickly
changed her mind when her new ability soon became
uncontrollable.  From only being able to visualize the
future movements of people, it skyrocketed to a level
she never would have dreamed possible.  

She began hearing the conversations that were going to
happen, see events that would not take place for
another week, and so on.  It wasn�t until she saw
people rapidly growing old right before her eyes and
dying that things reached an unbearable stage. 

Try as she might, she couldn�t stop seeing the
visions, no matter how hard she tried to shut them
out.  They haunted her relentlessly, and soon Kalee�a
was hard pressed to distinguish present from the
future.  Badly affected by all those voices and 
those visions, it came to the point where she forced
herself into isolation, staying inside her room and
absolutely refusing to socialize with other people. 
Even her family wasn�t exempted from what they thought
of as some sort of temporary phase 
Kalee�a was going through, and so they treated it with
amused patience, thinking that it would be over soon.

They were wrong. 

For nearly three weeks, Kalee�a lived like a hermit,
basically living in her room, only to venture out to
eat and drink.  Whenever her parents tried to talk to
her, convince her to come out, she would scream and
yell bloody murder.  Worse, she would force them out
by throwing things at them.   

Of course, her parents absolutely refused to tolerate
that sort of behavior and confronted Kalee�a.  At
first, their daughter wasn�t able to talk coherently,
simply because she was trying to focus on the present.
 It took her a good fifteen minutes before she was
successful and tearfully apologized to her parents for
her behavior.  When asked about why she had been
acting the way she had, Kalee�a had wavered, uncertain
if she could tell them the truth.  She had always
feared that anyone would consider her crazy for 
claiming possession of such a impossible (to them)
power.  

In the end, she had told them everything from the
beginning, confident in her parent�s love and
understanding.  She revealed to them the truth behind
her being so good with words as a child.  She informed
them, with a bit of a shaky tone, as to what had been
happening to her in the past month.  

At first, her parents were skeptical, and quite
understandably so.  But after Kalee�a plainly told
them the exact words they were about to utter, they
began to suspect their child wasn�t pulling their 
lekkus.  And when she further demonstrated her �gift�,
pointing out the various destinations of people
walking around near their house and continuing on
quoting her parent�s future responses, verbatim, 
their doubts faded significantly.  

>From then on, things moved quickly.  After some gentle
scolding from her parents (�Kalee�a dear, next time,
please tell us your problems because we can help you
deal with them, do you hear us?�), her parents had
went to the New Republic Embassy in 
the capital of Ryloth.  They weren�t stupid or
ignorant; they knew this problem was out of their
depth.  Both of them weren�t the sharpest on the
latest holovid newscasts, but they were familiar 
with Luke Skywalker, former Hero of the Rebellion,
member of Rogue Squadron, and Jedi Master.  If anyone
could help Kalee�a, they agreed, it was him.  

Through the graces of the Embassy, they managed to get
into contact with one Nawara Ven, currently serving as
legal counsel for Rogue Squadron.  After explaining
their daughter�s situation to him and their idea that
Luke Skywalker alone could possibly help her, Nawara
agreed to pay them a visit to see for himself.  But
before doing that, he corrected them on a few things. 


Luke Skywalker was no longer part of Rogue Squadron; 
having left at least a decade ago in pursuit of
advancing his own Jedi training and recently,
provoking the return of the Jedi Knight Order to the
galaxy.  Kalee�a�s mother and father were crushed, 
severely disappointed by such news.  It was to be a
temporary state, however, as Nawara informed them that
Skywalker still maintained close contact with the
Rogues and was a good friend to Wedge Antilles, the
squadron�s commanding officer.  As certain as 
Nawara was of the possibility of Skywalker�s aid, he
told the parents that he would have to come see for
himself.  The parents agreed, and Rogue Squadron�s
lawyer set a date.  

When he�d arrived, Nawara had wasted no time and had
gone to see Kalee�a.  It hadn�t taken too long for him
to become convinced of the fact that Kalee�a was
precognitive, or at least having the sheer potential
of it.  It had taken him even less time to arrive to
an educated guess that Kalee�a had a sort of
connection to the Force (an educated guess, really). 
In the past, he�d seen Corran Horn sense enemy troops
from a far distance, so Kalee�a�s claims weren�t that
impossible to believe.  

And that was when, nearly one week later, Kalee�a
Valdurz found herself away from the only home she
knew, on board a strange shuttlecraft, filled with
complete strangers (even the two other female
Twi-leks, who were too wrapped up in each other to 
give her a second glance), and utterly feeling
homesick.  The only good thing was that her �gift� had
been blessedly dormant for the past several days. 
Kalee�a didn�t know why, and honestly didn�t 
want to know why, she just gave silent thanks for it;
the last thing she needed was for her fellow
passengers to think her a raving maniac.      

And then, out of the blue, she had a vision of the
very near future; she saw the shuttlecraft diving down
through the planet�s sky.  In the next scene, an
energy blast of some sort blasted up from the ground
and struck with one of the four engines, rendering 
it useless in a small contained explosion and blowing
smoke.  In a flash, she knew that this would
undoubtedly occur in the next few minutes.  Not
wanting to appear like, as she thought before, a 
raving maniac, she hesitated, but the fear of dying in
a crash spurred her on.  

Reflexively reaching for her seat restraints, she
yelled out the first thing that came to mind.

�EVERYBODY, HOLD ON TO SOMETHING!!  WE�RE 
GOING TO BE HIT!!�

End Chapter 1

Author�s Notes:

Well, well, I�ve been rather quiet for a while,
haven�t I?  I had to deal with some RL issues that
popped up, but never fear!  I�ve not given up on
Crossing the Line.  In fact, I�ll be implementing my
pre-readers suggestions into part 1 of Chapter 2 
as soon as I send this li�l idea of mine off.  

This fic started one day as I was playing Jedi Academy
after reading some Ranma fanfics.  While doing some
lightsabering action with some of Desaan�s Reborn, a
thought struck me, �What would Ranma do if he was in
Jaden Korr�s boots?  How would the 
chaos that surrounds him change the Jedi Academy
storyline?�  

Well, as you can tell, I�ve changed some things.  I
can almost hear those who are familiar with the game
say �But it�s not mentioned that Rosh was in the
military academy!�  All I can say is, �It wasn�t
mentioned that he wasn�t!� :D  Besides, as far as I 
can tell, in the original events, Jaden and Rosh were
able to train with lightsabers against remotes on the
same day when they crashlanded on Yavin 4.  So I just
made up a reason for Rosh to be as good as he is going
to be when the time for his Jedi training 
begins.  

Yes, I could have put Ryouga in Rosh�s place, but I
decided that would be a bit...old and limiting. 
Ryouga (yes that�s him in the shuttle, as if you
couldn�t tell :-D ), by himself seems to me to 
be too limiting and overused in many of the existing
Ranma fanfics (both complete and incomplete).  That�s
why Rosh is in the picture; while Ryouga is going to
have a sort of antagonistic rivalry with Ranma, Rosh
is going to have more of a friendly sort 
(if a bit annoying at times) of rivalry with our
favorite pig-tailed hero. 

So, do you guys think I should continue this?  Please
reply and tell me so!  



		
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