Kamino, one of the most important world during Clone War, is an aquatic planet located in a remote star system in Wild Space of the galaxy. It was sometimes considered extragalactic due to being in close proximity to the Rishi Maze dwarf satellite galaxy. It was inhabited by the Kaminoans—a race of tall, elegant beings with long necks who were regarded as a mysterious species that tended to keep to themselves. They were also known for their cloning technology, which was used to create a clone army for the Galactic Republic.
Currently, due to the information gain by Jedi Master Quinlan Vos, while working deep undercover under the name of Korto, an information dealer with a network of spies and thieves throughout the Republic and Confederacy, came into the possession of the Separatist's battle plans for Kamino and relay to the Jedi Council, a significant force are begin gather on this world to defend it.
And with this information, Oppo Rancisis have make a plan to destroy the invasion fleet. Making Kamino looking vulnerable, Republic force aim to let the Separatist to launch their full attack first before the fleet that waiting out system jump in and attack the enemy.
After approximately three hours in hyperspace, the 10th Corps emerged above Kamino. Gray storm clouds churned endlessly over the planet's surface, lightning flashing across the turbulent skies as towering waves battered the cities that rose like spires from the ocean below.
Without delay, the fleet began deploying transports. LAATs descended through sheets of rain toward Tipoca City, the primary cloning facility and the heart of Kamino's operations.
As the 10th Corps began unloading troops onto the landing platforms, clone troopers moved with disciplined efficiency despite the howling wind and torrential rain. LAAT gunships lifted off again almost immediately, ferrying more clone troopers to defensive positions across the city.
After issuing final orders to Commander Vorn, Galahad made his way into the command center of Tipoca City alongside Master Rancisis to review the strategy that had been prepared.
The doors parted with a hydraulic hiss.
Inside, holotables projected shifting tactical displays of Kamino's oceans and surrounding space lanes. Blue outlines of Republic formations flickered around the planet as they still deploying the clone troopers.
Galahad immediately recognized several familiar figures.
Obi-Wan Kenobi stood near the central holotable, hands folded within his sleeves, studying the projection with his usual calm focus.
Beside him was Shaak Ti, her montrals angled slightly forward as she monitored data streams from the cloning facilities below.
Aayla Secura stood with arms crossed, her expression composed but alert.
And not far from the main display, pacing restlessly as he examined a separate tactical feed, was Anakin Skywalker.
There's also a couple of Jedi in the room, but not that Galahad know who they are.
"Master Rancisis and Knight Galahad," Obi-Wan said when he see them enter the room. "you have finally arrived."
"Obi-Wan," Rancisis said nodding towards him and the rest of Jedi, while Galahad just nodding to the other.
"All of you have know the plan," Rancisis begin when all of the Jedi have stand around the holotable. "but I will said it again to remind you all."
Rancisis turn towards a Weequay Jedi.
"Master Kossex will lead the Red Squadron to engage the droid fighters and landing crafts directly, destory as many as you could."
The Kossex with the other three Jedi behind her nodded.
"Obi-Wan," Rancisis continue as he look towards the mention Jedi. "You will lead the Blue squadron with Anakin Skywalker, Tsui Choi, and Aayla Secura assign to you."
The mention Jedi nodded.
"You're mission is to destroy any surviving landing craft and fighters that made it past Red Squadron's attacks."
The holomap zoomed closer to Tipoca City, its tall spires rising from the churning sea below.
"Master Shaak Ti will command the Kamino Defense Corps alongside Knight Galahad and the 10th Corps," Rancisis concluded. "You are to secure Tipoca City and prevent any breach of the cloning facilities."
Shaak Ti inclined her head calmly. Galahad met her gaze for a brief moment, then looked back to the display as defensive perimeters illuminated across the platforms.
"I will lead the fleet to the nearby system," Rancisis continue. "The moment Separatist fleet have fully launch their attack, I will make a hyperspace jump and ambush the Separatist Fleet."
"If possible, Master Rancisis," Galahad said suddenly, his tone measured but firm, "if there is a Lucrehulk-class LH-3210 cargo freighter or a Lucrehulk-class battleship present, I request that you attempt to disable and board it."
Several Jedi turned toward him.
"A captured vessel of that scale would be invaluable," Galahad continued. "For intelligence gathering… or even potential Republic use."
Rancisis did not respond immediately. His narrow eyes lowered slightly as he considered the risks. Boarding a Lucrehulk in the midst of fleet combat would be dangerous—yet the potential reward was undeniable.
"I will leave the 10th Legion under your command for that operation," Galahad added. "They have trained for boarding actions. They are not perfect—but they are the best I have."
At last, Rancisis spoke.
"If opportunity presents itself… we shall consider it. But victory remains the priority."
Galahad bowed his head. "Of course, Master."
As the meeting concluded and several Jedi began dispersing, the command center doors parted once more. A figure entered.
Disgrading the others within the room, Galahad approached the the figure who had entered.
"Master Fay," he said with a faint smirk. "I can't believe you came. I thought you preferred to avoid the Council's affairs."
The luminous, almost ethereal presence of Fay seemed untouched by the tension in the room.
"Well, lucky for you, my Padawan," she replied in her serene, almost musical tone, "the Force told me to accept your request."
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Galahad did not truly belong to this universe.
In another life, he had died abruptly—struck by a truck in a world far removed from stars and lightsabers. When he awoke again, it was not as a wandering spirit, but as a newborn child in one of the galaxy's most powerful noble families: House Black.
An Elder House, House Black held its ancestral seat upon Naboo and maintained vast holdings across the galaxy—on Coruscant, Kuat, Rendili, Onderon, and many more worlds of economic and political significance.
As one of the important House on Naboo, Galahad's family maintained close ties with Naboo's royal line. It was through formal gatherings between House Black and the Naberrie family that Galahad first met Padmé. Born in the same year, the two became close friends long before politics or destiny complicated their lives.
Everything changed when the Jedi arrived.
At five years old, Galahad was identified as Force-sensitive. Because of House Black's immense influence, he could have refused the Order without consequence. Many among the nobility would have preferred it. But Galahad had already seen something troubling during a Naboo banquet—Palpatine.
Even as a child, with memories of another life guiding him, he understood that standing outside the Jedi Order would offer him less power to shape the future than standing within it.
So he chose to go.
The decision nearly caused a political crisis.
Rumors spread that the Jedi had abducted him—or worse, used their "sorcery" to manipulate his mind. The Jedi Council received formal complaints, veiled threats, and warnings from senators allied with House Black. Some even hinted that continued support for the Order in the Senate could be reconsidered.
The misunderstanding was only resolved when the Council allowed Galahad to personally address representatives of House Black main house and their allies. He made it clear that he had not been coerced—he had volunteered.
After that, visits became more diplomatic than accusatory. While many requests were denied during his years as an Initiate, the political reality remained clear: maintaining goodwill with House Black was… advantageous.
Unlike many Elder Houses, House Black's power was not merely ceremonial. Its immense fortune came from strategic investments across the galaxy. They held major interests in bacta production, in Kuat Drive Yards, and controlling shares in Rothana Heavy Engineering, Czerka Arms, BlasTech Industries, and Aratech Repulsor Company.
As a result, the Jedi Council was forced to entertain countless meeting requests—despite knowing most would ultimately be denied. Some Masters quietly argued that Galahad's presence created unnecessary political entanglements and even suggested expelling him to preserve the Order's neutrality.
But most disagreed.
Galahad had proven himself exceptional.
His midi-chlorian count—measured at 18,900—was among the highest recorded within the Order at the time. More importantly, he demonstrated discipline. He absorbed every lesson taught in the Initiate clans and mastered Form I far more quickly than his peers, despite joining his clan later than most.
Because he had entered the clan mid-cycle yet successfully completed years of curriculum within a fraction of the time, Grand Master Yoda personally granted him permission to participate in the Gathering.
When Galahad arrived on Ilum and entered the Crystal Caves, he felt it almost immediately—a pull, faint yet undeniable.
He found his kyber crystal quickly.
It was unlike any he had seen before: a luminous silver, clear yet carrying a faint inner shimmer like moonlight on water. The moment he touched it, the cave seemed to fall silent.
Yet when he emerged from the Crystal Caves to rejoin the other Initiates, he was met with concerned faces. He had been gone for nearly twelve hours.
Only because Yoda had sensed that the boy was still alive—and calm within the Force—had the Masters decided not to intervene.
The lightsaber Galahad later constructed reflected both his temperament and upbringing. It was simple and compact in design, elegant rather than ornate. The hilt was forged from a lightweight but resilient alloy, balanced for precision rather than brute strength. Black phrik accents lined the emitter and pommel, subtly echoing the colors of House Black without being ostentatious.
When ignited, the blade shone with a brilliant silver-white glow—distinct, steady, and almost ethereal.
Only two months after the Gathering, the Temple received a rare visitor.
Fay returned.
A centuries-old Near-Human Jedi Master, Fay was renowned for her extraordinarily deep connection to the Force—so profound that it preserved her youthful appearance across generations. She had long ago concluded that she was not meant to remain within the Temple as a conventional teacher. Instead, she wandered the Outer Rim, allowing the Force to guide her where she was needed most.
Over the centuries, she had resolved planetary conflicts, mediated disputes that threatened systems, and in some cases, ended wars without ever igniting a blade.
Galahad only learned of her existence the day she came to meet him—accompanied by Yoda.
He had been meditating in one of the quieter chambers of the Temple when he sensed their presence. The Force felt… different. Not stronger, not heavier—simply clearer, like a still lake undisturbed by wind.
When he opened his eyes, Yoda stood before him, hands folded within his sleeves.
Beside him stood a woman who appeared no older than twenty-five.
Her presence was calm beyond measure.
"Galahad," Yoda said gently, "a visitor, you have."
Fay studied him with eyes that seemed both ancient and endlessly patient.
"So," she said softly, as though confirming something only she could perceive, "you are the one."
Galahad rose respectfully and bowed. "Master."
He did not know why, but under her gaze, he felt as though every layer of him had been seen—his noble upbringing, his hidden memories of another world, his calculated decision to join the Order, and the quiet fear that he walked a path no one else could understand.
"The Force speaks loudly around you," Fay said. "But you do not yet know how to listen without judgment."
Yoda's ears twitched slightly, though he said nothing.
After a long silence, Fay finally turned to the Grand Master.
"This is the boy."
And just like that, without ceremony or announcement, Galahad gained a master unlike any other in the Order.
Within days, after receiving permission from the Council, Galahad gathered his few belongings—robes, datapads, his newly constructed silver-bladed lightsaber, and little else. He did not require much.
And so began years unlike those of any other Padawan in the Order.
They traveled beyond the Core, beyond the familiar hyperspace lanes, into forgotten sectors and neglected systems. Fay did not train him in the way most Masters did. There were no rigid sparring schedules, no constant corrections of stance or doctrine.
Instead, she taught him to feel.
To sit in silence for hours and distinguish between his own thoughts and the currents of the Force.
To resolve disputes without ever reaching for his weapon.
For seven years, they wandered.
They walked the deserts of forgotten Outer Rim worlds where water was worth more than credits. They mediated feuds between mining guilds on distant moons. They stood between rival warlords whose hatred had lasted generations—and ended bloodshed with nothing more than presence and truth.
Galahad still trained, of course.
Fay refined his Form I until it became effortless—each movement economical, each deflection precise. Once his foundation was flawless, she began instructing him in Form III and Form IV.
Form III taught him patience. Endurance. The art of surviving any storm. Under her guidance, his defenses became nearly impenetrable, his blade forming a silver barrier that seemed to anticipate strikes before they fully formed.
Form IV, in contrast, demanded fluidity and trust in the Force. Fay did not teach it as acrobatics alone, but as surrender—letting the Force carry the body beyond its natural limits. Galahad learned to move like wind over water: light, controlled, decisive.
"A lightsaber," Fay once told him as their blades hummed softly in the twilight, "is not meant to express aggression. It is meant to restore balance."
Under her guidance, his connection to the Force deepened profoundly.
His telekinesis became refined rather than overwhelming—precise enough to disarm without harm, powerful enough to halt a charging beast mid-stride. His precognition sharpened, allowing him to sense danger not as flashes of fear, but as subtle disturbances in the current of the Force.
Perhaps most uniquely, he learned concealment.
Fay showed him how to quiet his presence—to fold his aura inward until he became little more than a ripple in the vast ocean of the Force. Even experienced Jedi found it difficult to sense him when he chose otherwise. It was not deception; it was stillness.
In 32 BBY, a message from Supreme Chancellor Finis Valorum reached them.
They were on a quiet Mid Rim world when the message arrived—brief, formal, and unmistakably urgent. Galahad were requested to meet with him.
Fay felt no pull toward Coruscant, no disturbance that required her presence. The current of the Force around her remained steady. But around Galahad, it shifted—tightening, drawing inward, like the breath before a storm.
So he went alone.
After parting ways with his Master, Galahad traveled back to Coruscant. The familiar skyline rose before him, endless towers piercing the atmosphere, speeders weaving like veins of light through the city's layered expanse.
He landed on one of the Senate Building's platforms and was immediately greeted by a member of the Chancellor's personal staff, who escorted him directly to the office.
Inside, Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, were already present.
Galahad bowed respectfully. As he did, he already had an inkling of the situation—the Naboo Crisis. Having studied the galaxy's events closely, and with memories from his previous life, the details of the conflict were already familiar.
The Chancellor's reasoning became clear.
Because of his heritage and upbringing, Galahad was uniquely suited to accompany Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to Naboo. His knowledge of the planet, its political climate, and the connections of House Black made him the ideal intermediary for the mission.
The request was direct: Galahad was to join the Jedi duo, assist in resolving the crisis, and ensure the interests of Naboo were properly represented.
In the end, however, some things could not be changed.
The death of Qui-Gon was unavoidable. Even with all of Galahad's training in the Force—and the healing techniques he had mastered and applied countless times during his journeys with Fay—he could not save Qui-Gon. It was as if the Force itself had refused intervention, guiding events along a path that could not be altered.
But amidst this, Galahad rekindled his friendship with Padmé, now Queen Amidala of Naboo. Their bond grew stronger than ever, deepening through shared trust and understanding during the journey, and providing him with a rare sense of solace in a galaxy on the brink of chaos.
Even more significant was the fate of Darth Maul. Unlike in the original timeline, where he survived being cut in half by Obi-Wan, this time the Zabrak met a definitive end. Galahad himself ensured it—Maul was not only bisected but also decapitated. The threat he had once posed was removed entirely, closing a dangerous chapter in the galaxy's future before it could unfold.
After the funeral of Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi took Anakin Skywalker as his Padawan with the Council's permission.
For the next four years, Galahad left Coruscant to wander the galaxy, following the guidance of the Force wherever it led him.
As he unable to gain contact with Fay, Galahad decided to wander the galaxy by himself.
His deeds during years of wandering earned him renown throughout the Outer and Mid Rim. He became known as the "Silver Knight," a name inspired by his distinctive silver-bladed lightsaber and his unique armor.
The armor itself was modeled after Mandalorian design. Constructed from beskar that he had acquired through credits and discoveries during his travels, it was both durable and elegant. Black with silver lining, it gleamed under starlight, and the helmet bore a striking resemblance to Revan's mask. Over it all, he always wore a flowing black robe, giving him a figure that inspired both awe and caution wherever he traveled.
Wherever the Silver Knight appeared, stories followed—of a lone Jedi who could confront danger with unmatched skill, yet whose presence carried the calm.
His actions greatly enhanced the image of the Jedi Order, particularly in the Outer Rim, where Jedi were rarely seen and often regarded as distant legends rather than living guardians. On neglected worlds, his presence reminded many that the Order still stood for justice and protection—not merely politics.
Yet his growing fame also stirred quiet division within the Order.
Some Masters and Knights believed Galahad embodied what the Jedi were meant to be—servants of the Force first, not functionaries of the Senate. They argued that the Order had grown too reactive, too confined to the Temple on Coruscant, waiting for official assignments while suffering spread across the galaxy. To them, Galahad's example was proof that proactive compassion strengthened the Jedi's purpose.
Others, however, were uneasy.
They saw in his independence the seeds of instability. A Jedi acting without direct Council oversight risked entangling the Order in conflicts that might otherwise have remained local. The Republic was already strained; one misstep could ignite diplomatic crises. To them, maverick intervention—no matter how well-intentioned—threatened the delicate balance between Jedi and Senate.
Galahad himself remained largely indifferent to the debate. He did not act for recognition, nor to challenge the Council. He simply followed the current of the Force, as Fay had taught him.
In 28 BBY, however, his wandering came to a pause.
Drawn not by unrest but by ceremony, Galahad returned to Naboo to attend the coronation of the new Queen, following the end of Padmé Amidala's term.