Naruto Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction / Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Fan Fiction ❯ The False Apocalypse ❯ Farewell to the Galaxy ( Chapter 8 )

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Nearly a month had passed since “The Great Rebellion.” Anakin had been given new prosthetics graciously by the Jedi who accepted him back as one of their own. It was far warmer than his dark Vader suit that brought fear to so many but remained a full body life support suit. Yoda was in the hospital recovering and is expected to make a full recovery within the month. Mace Windu came off similarly but with less major damage and was released a few days after entering with orders to take it easy for a few weeks. Most of the Zate were being treated for their blindness resulting from Starkiller’s attack, all have started recovery and are regaining some of their eye sight but it is estimated that it could be a year before they all are back to where they were before.

In total the casualties from The Great Rebellion totaled Eight Million with over a one thousand three hundred Sith dead, half the Jedi’s numbers decimated. The bulk of the casualties were thanks to the people killing off well over a quarter of the storm troopers stationed in various places around the galaxy with the rest being civilians who fell to the troopers themselves.

The Empire has been disbanded and the former members of the Galactic Republic have been contacted to send representatives in order to sign a new treaty; one that would unite both the Galactic Republic and the Jedi into the primary council. Together they will work together to design a Stronger Republic, and unite once again behind Freedom and Justice.


---Corissent Tree Months Later---


A massive platform had been set up floating high above the city. This enormous complex had been set up to hold every leader and councilman in the New Republic. The sun was rising just above the horizon as a grand dedication ceremony began.

It was a massive ceremony on every channel sent to every inhabited planet in the New Republic. The ceremony began with the leaders and representatives filling down the center line and signing a large document before breaking off to the side and sitting within the massive complex.

The first portion consisted of the signing of this New Galactic Treaty fallowed by the honoring of the Jedi, the Zate, and the Rebels who fought as well as those who lost their lives in the battle. The precession was magnificent as it floated over the city planet soaking in the glorious morning.

The newly elected chancellor stepped down from a great pedestal at the far end of the platform as several other officials walked up to the platform. Each official carried a golden pillow covered with golden medals.
The Rebels marched in fallowed by the Jedi who were followed by the Zate and those who had joined it from the Jedi. When they finally came to a halt the chancellor began to speak.

“This is a glorious day for us all. After years of bondage under the empire we are finally free.” He raised his arms into the air as the audience began to cheer. “It is all thanks to these brave warriors who chose to carry on despite our hating them. Despite the false rumors that Darth Sidious forced upon us. It is for that reason we must say we are truly sorry for believing such a monster over out true heroes. It is for this reason we honor these men today.

To the Jedi, we turned on you, we spat in your face when that monster told us that you had betrayed us. It is we who betrayed your trust. Since the Old Republic all those thousands of years ago we have trusted you. Yet when one war monger made the claim that you were making a move for power we turned our backs on you, our guardians, our Knights. Still you have returned to set us back on the proper path. For that we are eternally grateful.” Once again the crowd erupted into vast amounts of cheers as the Jedi bowed to the stands then again to the stage.

“To the rebellion we owe you our deep and endless gratitude. Despite the threats, despite your lack of the force, despite impossible odds you fought. You fought to protect us and our long loved way of life. To protect our families you sacrificed your lives and what many considered your honor. In all reality you were the ones who kept your honor.

And finally to the Zate a mysterious group who acted to save the Jedi from their false execution. It is thanks to you that there was enough strength left in this galaxy willing to fight the tyranny of the Empire. From the bottom of our hearts we thank you for giving us what we have all hoped for since the day we realized our dreadful mistake.

You are all our heroes and this is why we honor you. This Republic is forever in your debt and these medals are our way of representing our gratitude. Now will the New Galactic guardians please step forth.” The Rebels took one step forward as the officials stepped down from their mounds and began placing the medals around the necks of each and every surviving member of the Rebelling fallowed by the Jedi and finally the Zate.

It was four years later that the Jedi academy was finally rebuilt along with a new pillar. The new pillar in the center was engraved with the names of every known warrior who fought against the Empire over the twenty year long rebellion. Many throughout the galaxy saved up money to visit the monument and pay their respects to the brave warriors who fought for their freedom.


--- A ten years later---

Nazomishi was sitting in his workshop fiddling with some virtual molecules.

He looked at his hands and thought. “Will this ever be over?” Nazomishi had spent the last few years assisting with the rebuilding process but right now; he was depressed. No matter what he has done there always seems to be more evil, more resistance to peace. “Is this all in vain?”

A knock came at the door and Rei stepped in. “Hey Master Nazomishi I brought the parts you wanted.”
“…oh… thanks…” Nazomishi slowly got up and took the package from her setting it on the table.

“Uh, is this a good time?” He was about to open the package when she asked the question and drew his attention.

“For what?”

“I don’t know you just look really depressed.” This had been going on for quite some time now and it was starting to get worse. In many ways he was pulling away from the Zate socially speaking.

“I am… I guess.” Nazomishi sighed and leaned back in his chair.

“Well no wonder, look at yourself you’re always cooped up in your little room here working on this stuff of yours. It’s a hot day on Hoth when you actually act happy anymore. Why is that?” Of all the people in the Zate Rei cared the most for Nazomishi. Years ago she had been saved and taken in by the blue haired warrior. She felt a great deal of thanks for his actions and that had grown since becoming his apprentice. The one thing that really made her sad though was how often he was all business. When she first met him he was relatively happy and had his moments of goofiness but that was changing.

“…” Nazomishi didn’t really know what to think of her question and simply stared past her into space, contemplating what to say. Truthfully he hadn’t given it much thought.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to pry it’s just…” Seeing Nazomishi’s reaction Rei jumped to the conclusion that he had take some awkward offence to her question.

“No its ok, you’re right I have become obsessed with my work.”

“Er…do you want to talk about it; aside from the basics most of us don’t really know that much about you. Maybe getting some of it off your chest will help?”

“You think?...Well I guess I do need a break.” Nazomishi sighed as he turned around in his swiveling chair and looked at her, propping the side of his head on his arm.

“Yea, at least talk about something. To get your mind off all this work.”

“Where do you want me to start?”

“Well I guess why you’re always so obsessed with your work would be a good start.” Nazomishi took a few moments to think. He was starting to think there may be a great number of things he had been ignoring about himself.

“Hmm, well I don’t really know, I made a promise to a friend a long time ago. A promise that I would forget my old friends, that I wouldn’t try to contact them once I got back. For fear that in trying to save them, I might recreate the whole war all over again. I guess it’s just been a kind of escape, a place to put my thoughts.” He stated as if it didn’t mean that much. It was true, so why should it matter what his motivations were.

“That’s horrible, why would you want to forget your friends.” Rei on the other hand saw it is very significant. Who in their right mind would want to forget about their friends.

“In the end, this is war; friendships only bring pain, and suffering. If one were to die again…”

“Well that’s stupid, your making yourself suffer trying to forget.”

“….” Yet another thing Nazomishi hadn’t considered before. ‘Well, she’s not exactly wrong…Interesting…”

“… Ok next question, why have I never seen you do anything but work? Every time I see you it’s either training, battling or this hobby of yours. Outside of that you never talk to anyone, no friends, no dates, no nothing, hell the only time I’ve seen you around anybody doing anything but, is when you and Aoshi just sit and drink tea, nothing said, nothing, just drinking tea. I guess Kenshin joins you some but other than that…”

“Silence is calming.”

“puaaa” Rei was taking a sip of some tea herself and spit it out at Nazomishi’s face in shock. Nazo quickly began wiping his face off in mild disgust.

“Calming! What do you mean calming, frankly you need some excitement in your life if you ask me.”

“Again, friendships will only bring pain, getting to know anyone better than I have… I will only suffer in the end because of it.” This conversation was starting to become more serious and so was Nazo. His eyes had become somewhat narrower and his words more sharpened in tone.

“Oh God don’t tell me you’re a closet emo.”

“Look I’ve already lost so many people precious to me I just don’t want it happening again.”

“So what are we chopped liver? We are fighting for you and your ideal. It’s not like its anything important or anything.” Rei stated sarcastically.

“And I am grateful but…” She interrupted him before Nazomishi could continue.

“Frankly Nazomishi if I were you I would completely rethink why you are doing all this. You don’t have to suffer to save anybody, if you have friends protect them. If they die, honor their memory. But don’t lie down and kill off your emotions because you don’t want to suffer, IT WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER.” Nazomishi looked at the ground knowing she was right but still found it a hard concept to accept. He had been developing this persona for nearly fifteen years now.”

“Alright on to another question why aren’t you seeing anybody. Seriously Kenshin’s married, even Kenji is dating a Jedi right now. Sano got married right after the Great Rebellion. Hell the Jedi have accepted it after all those years of being against it.”

“I…” Rei interrupted again adding a little restriction on his answer.

“And don’t give me that crap again got it?” Nazomishi sighed and began again.

“Oddly enough that’s not for the same reason.”

“Really now, and what is that?”

“Nobody has ever asked.” Her jaw dropped and threatening to hit the floor, bringing a small chuckle from Nazomishi. Perhaps talking about it was helping after all.

“Frankly back home, I was always the nerd and from there I owned a sword shop. I use to look a lot different too, being half bald by twenty didn’t help. Somehow the time warp changed a few things. Now, if I were to dye my hair red I would look like a taller Kenshin minus the scar. Well I guess not now… Now I look closer to…never mind you wouldn’t know. When I look younger I look more like Kenshin. Anyway, then the war started in my world and that became my main focus. I guess after so many years of it you just forget… a lot of things. Going on a hundred- fifty doesn’t help either. Seriously who would want to date someone that old anyway? Anyone as old as me is either dead, in the Zate, or dying.

Frankly I may not look it but I’m just and old weary war horse looking forward to a nice warm stall. Then all I see, day in and day out is fighting, war death, hunger, starvation, and so much pain it makes my blood boil.” Nazomishi clenched his fist not realizing he crushed a pen he was fiddling with. He quickly reached over to a towel to wipe off the ink. “As of now Kenshin and the leaders of the Zate, they are the only ones I trust enough to be my friends. The only ones strong enough that I don’t have to worry about.”

"Then train them."

"Who?"

"Instead of pushing people away, train them. Make friends and train them till you can be sure they won’t die." Nazomishi paused for a second contemplating her words, finally smiling a bit and finally started nodding.

“Thank you…” Suddenly his stomach growled causing him to blush a bit as he looked to the ground. “I guess I’m a bit hungry. Come, I’m paying.” Nazomishi stood from his chair and motioned for her to fallow him.

“No I don’t mind seriously I’m not really that...” Yup, it was that time of day… “Ok maybe I am a little hungry, but still you don’t have to.”

“Look don’t worry about it, you helped me so let this be my way of saying thank you.”


---With Yoda, Hiko, Windu and Kenshin---

They were all in the newly constructed Jedi academy where Windu had just made it to the cafeteria after running into Rei. He walked in and noticed the others at a table eating as Hiko simply sipped on his sake.

“Hey did any of you run into Rei trying to find Nazomishi, she was in quite a hurry.” Windu asked with some level of concern.

“No…” Hiko said flatly

“I swear you would think he would figure out her thing for him. Do you think he will figure it out?” Windu asked as he pulled out a chair and sat with the others.

“I believe he will one day, that I do.” Kenshin spoke with a small smile having faith in the one who brought them all into this journey.

“Perhaps if out of his work he gets his head.” Yoda stated with a grin.

“Eh I don’t really think so.” That moment they heard the door open and saw Nazomishi walk in with Rei. He led her to a seat and commenced in getting her some food.

“That…” Hiko was stunned. ‘Magnificent, now I owe Sano a hundred credits.’

“Well I guess Kaoru owes me four hundred credits that she does.” A yet another statement which made Hiko flinch if only for a moment.

“You made a bet with your wife? It would seem my stupid apprentice is finally getting some backbone.” Hiko let out a hearty chuckle as he patted Kenshin on the shoulder.

“Have something to do with that Sano may.” Yoda comment from the other end of the table.

“It can be rather fun when you don’t really care that it can.” Kenshin did an eye smile that made everyone break out into laughter.



Surprisingly the things Rei said to Nazomishi truly got through to him. From that day forward he began opening up to the members of the Zate. Once the academy had been rebuilt he had even started teaching for the remaining years in this dimension. Surprisingly he ended up recalculating their departure date and it had been bumped up year from his more recent calculations. Three days was all they had to prepare for transport.

Despite all the other things on their minds the big one was this. How on earth were they supposed to transport their leaders and the thirty followers that wanted to come along? Ideas were thrown around and everything seemed like only a few would make it. However, a few hours before their departure time…

“I think I may have figured it out.” Mace Windu spoke up after nearly five hours of conversation in an attempt to transport them all together. “You said that only seven of you made it through. You also said that there were more of you willing to go.”

“Yes but what does that have to do with anything.”

“Perhaps we can only be transported in cells of Seven or smaller?”

“Then how would we maintain the contact needed with me to transport the rest of us?”

“We don’t…” Windu had a smirk as he looked at Kenshin and the others from the last dimension.

“I’m saying that the portal can only hold so many people during transport. Kenshin and his group are already on this journey and will continue no matter what or where they are.”

“…” Nazomishi opened up a small notebook and began writing down some statistics trying to calculate the odds of success and the possibility that Windu may be correct.

“Everyone from Kenshin’s dimension take out a pen or something to draw with. Draw a large circle. Make it large enough to hold at least seven people.” Nazomishi made one for himself and then commenced in drawing a large one around the entire group.

“I’m going to divide you all into groups. There are currently thirty-six of you not from Kenshin’s dimension or my own. I will be separating everyone not among those thirty-six. Given this separation I have no idea if we will arrive in the same place so everybody attempt to make contact with me once you get there. Now take a place in the circles you have drawn. As for the rest of you divide yourselves up into the circles with no less than five and no more than seven.

These will temporarily be your teams until we can rendezvous. Everybody maintain direct physical contact with the leader of your circle. I have no idea what the next dimension will be like so your first mission is to search the nearby area and attempt to gain some knowledge of the landscape and local cities. In nothing else look for signs of the kind of fighting they use.

Once you obtain any information report to your commanders then to me. Who we are and why we are there is top secret to all unless I personally deem them worthy of the information. Understood!”

“SIR” Everyone exclaimed as they were suddenly shot off into oblivion.


Nazomishi fell from high in the sky crashing down on a roof with nobody anywhere near him. The first part of his body to hit the roof was his shoulder followed quickly by his head. The roof was on a steep incline and his unconscious body slid down as soon as he hit, falling down the side to his final resting spot on the rocky ground below.

Very dizzy and obscenely disoriented Nazomishi’s eyes flickered open attempting to regain a handle on the situation. “… Where…?” he forced out before he collapsed in exhaustion and pain.

A small girl no older than 8 was walking home with a basket of apples for her mother when she noticed a young boy collapsed and bleeding at her front door. The blood was everywhere, so much that the ground was stained with it. “Oh my God” She dropped her basket and ran over to the blue haired boy screaming “MOMMY!!!!”

The mother quickly came outside praying it wasn’t the bandits again.