Hi, folks! Merry Christmas! For those who do not know me, I mostly write stories in the "Meet the Robinsons" world. In one of my stories, one of the main characters discovers he has a mental power, so this crossover story is based on a theory. For those who have read my stories, this story does take place between "Insanity" and "Conflicts." I hope you will enjoy reading this, and there will be more to come! The entire story will be in Wilbur's ("Meet the Robinsons") POV. DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Star Wars" or "Meet the Robinsons," I only own Karena.


A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

I had parked the time machine in an empty lot on the planet of Coruscant, but I could not believe what I had saw: half of the city was in flames. I had never been in the Star Wars universe before, nor have I seen the movies, but I knew something was wrong.

Alright, yes, for one thing, I was not home. Some time ago, back in the future where my life is, I had discovered I had a defensive mental superpower. No, I could not read minds. I could use my mind to deflect any attack on myself or another person, whether it is a physical attack, a psychological attack, or an attack that involves another superpower. Because I had discovered this power and could not find a way to practice it, my wife gave me a suggestion…


FLASHBACK: October 20, 2043 – Todayland, North Montana, USA

"Wilbur, I think I know what's going on!" Karena Robinson exclaimed as she ran into our room.

"You tell me. What's going on?" I asked with a smirk.

"You're a Jedi."

"I'm a what?" I asked, immediately confused.

"A Jedi! You know, those warriors in Star Wars that wield lightsabers and serve the universe as peacemakers?"

"Karr, I've never seen Star Wars in my life," I flatly replied. "Wait a minute, did you say lightsabers?"

"How have you not seen Star Wars?" Karena asked, raising her eyebrow. "Do you remember Obi-Wan Kenobi?"

"No, Karr. I don't remember… what did you say his name was?"

"Never mind." My wife went over to the purple couch and sat on it. "Anyway, I think you got your power because all of these movie universes turned into one world, and somehow, the Force is strong with you."

"Karena, you sound like a psychic," I replied, giving her a stern expression. "I'm not Jesus, Karr. I don't have this Force."

"Wilbur, you know martial arts. You have a katana sword in your closet, which tells me you know how to use it. Lastly, you have a mental superpower—"

"Karena! I. Do not. Have. The Force. With me. I'm just a man who happens to have a superpower—"

"Who doesn't know how to use it," my wife interrupted me. "Wilbur, take the time machine. Go back to the Clone Wars. Find Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi in Coruscant. He'll be able to help you out."


END OF FLASHBACK

And here I am, trying to find Obi-Wan Kenobi. But, as I watched the fire continue to roar in the city, I got more curious, and I ran toward the flames. I was wearing a brown cloak over my lightning bolt shirt and blue jeans, just as I did six and a half years ago so that I could go anywhere undetected. I just kept on running and tried to find an entrance to the building up ahead. That is, until I saw some troopers wearing white armor and white helmets with one other color on their armor. One of the troopers approached me.

"Source of identification?"

"That is an excellent question," I replied. "Wait, maybe you can help me. Where is the fire coming from?"

"The Jedi temple, sir," another trooper answered.

"Can you show me the way in?"

"How do we know we can trust you?" the first trooper asked. "Who do you represent?"

"Another excellent question," I answered. "The Republic?"

I must have given them the wrong answer because the group of troopers positioned themselves to shoot me, and I panicked.

"Blast him!"

I heard shooting and I immediately closed my eyes to concentrate on defending myself. While blocking out the lasers with my mind, I took out my katana. When I felt that my focus was declining, I started to block the lasers with my sword. I slowly started to walk toward the troopers so that I could strike, but the sword did not work with their armor.

"Oh sure!" I shouted out loud. "It works with the robo-ants, but not these guys?!"

Then, I saw the troopers being pushed away by an unknown force, and I turned around to see a man and… the shortest creature I had ever seen in my life.

"Are you alright, young one?" the man asked.

"I am now, thanks," I answered with a grin.

"I admire your fearlessness, but what are you doing here?" the man asked. "Shouldn't you be in shelter?"

"Well, originally, I was here to find someone named Obi-Wan Kenobi, but then I saw the fire and thought I'd investigate."

"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi," the man replied, introducing himself in the process.

"Here on a mission, are you?" the short, green creature asked.

"Yes, sir. You see, I discovered—"

"Strong with you, the Force is," the creature interrupted. Great, not this again.

"Where is your master?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Oh, I'm not a Jedi," I answered. "I just have this defensive power that blocks things out, but I don't know how to practice using it. My wife told me to come looking for you."

"You did really well on your own," Obi-Wan complimented me. "Your wife told you to look for me? Who is she? Do I know her?"

"Karena Robinson, though if she actually met you, her last name was Edwards."

"Karena's your wife?" Obi-Wan asked in surprise. Yep, they've met.

"Time, we do not have," the creature interrupted. "Investigate the Jedi temple, we must."

"I agree. Well, young master, you're here for the same reason. Come."

The three of us walked in the halls of the Jedi temple, and we were floored at all of the slaughtered bodies we found all around the temple. I was even more floored that most of the bodies belonged to children.

"Not even the younglings survived," Obi-Wan said with sadness in his voice as we continued to study the bodies.

"Killed not by clones, this Padawan," the creature, Yoda, studied. "By a lightsaber, he was." Obi-Wan and I turned to look at Yoda with shock in our faces.

"Who?" Obi-Wan asked. "Who could have done this?"

"Someone who knew his ways around the temple and where everyone is," I chimed in. "I know this is a silly question, but who is the opposition?"

"The Sith," Yoda answered. "Always two, there are. A master and an apprentice."

"Count Dooku was decapitated back over Coruscant and Grievous was killed back on Utapau," Obi-Wan said.

"Wait a minute, which Sith lord is which?" I asked.

"Apprentices, they were," Yoda answered as we entered a computer room.

"We never knew the answer to that question until now," Obi-Wan replied as he worked on the computer. I was in awe at how advanced the technology was here as I watched him. "I've recalibrated the code warning all Jedi to stay away."

"For the clones to discover the recalibration, a long time it will take," Yoda replied as Obi-Wan walked towards a hologram.

"Wait, Master. There is something I must know…"

"If into the security recordings you go, only pain will you find."

"I must know the truth," Obi-Wan replied as the recordings start to play, and the three of us were horrified. We watched one of their own slaughter the Jedi in the temple. "It can't be—"

"You have done well, my new apprentice," said an old dark-hooded figure to the kneeling rogue Jedi. "Now, Lord Vader, go and bring peace to the Empire."

"I can't watch anymore," Obi-Wan said as he turned off the hologram as we stood in the same spot, still stunned.

"Destroy the Sith, we must," Yoda concluded, but Obi-Wan still had a look of concern on his face.

"Send me to kill the Emperor," he pleaded. "I will not kill Anakin."

"To fight this Lord Sidious, strong enough, you are not," Yoda replied.

"He is like my brother… I cannot do it." Anakin must have been Obi-Wan's apprentice.

"Twisted by the dark side, young Skywalker has become. The boy you trained, gone he is… Consumed by Darth Vader."

"I do not know where the Emperor has sent him," Obi-Wan said, still worried. "I don't know where to look."

"Use your feelings, Obi-Wan, and find him, you will. Go with you, young Wilbur will."