I don’t own anything.  I don’t even own my car, it’s my mom’s.

Destiny Found

Ranma had been in hyperspace for two weeks when the navigation 
computer blew.  Ranma knew that he would end up in his father’s 
galaxy, but he no longer knew where.  He used his time in 
hyperspace to practice and read.  He figured that it would take 
about two months to get to his destination.  Luckily, he thought 
ahead and packed four months worth of supplies.  After two and a 
half months went by, he started to get nervous.  The third month 
was coming up and he was starting to run out of food.  So it was a 
relief when he saw a planet with civilization relatively close by.  
He steered the ship towards the planet and was about to enter the 
atmosphere when the engine died.
“Aw crap.”





Yoda was dealing with a boundary issue on the planet Delphi 7, 
when he saw a ship crash in the mountains.
“Stay here, you must.  Go see, I will, this new development,” he 
told the diplomats.  It took Yoda about two hours to find the ship.  
What he saw surprised even him.  There was a small boy, no more 
than four or five, walking around swearing up a storm.  He started 
to pick his way down the hill.


Ranma was pissed.  Not only had he just crash landed on some 
strange world, but he had five cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, 
and a nasty cut on his forehead.  He went outside to see just how 
bad the damage was.  What he saw was bad.  He knew that the ship 
would never fly again without some serious work.  For one thing, 
one wing was completely torn off.  The hull was missing some 
pretty big patches of metal, and the landing gear was a mangled 
wreck.  He needed to work off the stress so he started walking and 
began saying some choice words about his predicament in several 
languages.  He had worked up a full head of steam when 
something tripped his danger sense.  Whirling around, he saw a 
little green alien with a cane walking towards him.  He looked old.  
Very old.  But from Ranma’s experience, old usually meant very 
powerful.  So he was a little nervous when he got close.  Ranma 
got into a defensive stance made for speed, in case he needed to get 
out of there fast.
“What is your name, child?” Yoda asked.
“Ranma.  Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Anything 
Goes Martial Arts,” Ranma replied, not relaxing his stance at all.  
“Who are you?”
“Yoda is my name.  A Jedi Master, I am,” Yoda told him.
“A Jedi Master?  Then you must have known my father, Koren 
Tou’shin,” Ranma said eagerly as he relaxed.


Yoda received his second shock of the day.  This child was 
claiming to be the son of Koren Tou’shin.  Yoda remembered him 
all too well.  They had argued on several key policies of the New 
Code of the Jedi Order.  He was a very gifted Jedi that was for sure.  
Well versed in the ways of combat, he always seemed to win, by 
luck or by skill, Yoda couldn’t tell.  One could only assume that he 
passed on those traits to his son.  Looking at the boy again he saw 
that he was the spitting image of Koren.  What’s more, he could 
feel the raw potential in the boy just waiting to be developed.
“I knew your father.  Indeed I did.  A greater fighter I have not 
seen,” Yoda told him while he sat on a nearby rock.  “Have you his 
skills?”
“His skills?” Ranma asked.
“Never a fight did he lose.  Great skill and luck he did have,” Yoda 
explained.
“Yeah, I guess I did,” Ranma replied sheepishly.  “I can also use 
the force pretty well,” Ranma told Yoda as he thought about some 
of his previous battles.

Yoda was getting tired of these constant shocks to his system.  A 
child, even if he was Koren’s child, should not be able to use the 
Force.  They just didn’t have the control or the stamina.  But this 
child just told him that he could.  He decided to take the child with 
him to see just what he could do.  He was also curious.  The Force 
had led him to this boy for some reason.  What that reason was, he 
did not know.
“Tell me,” Yoda began, “what now do you see for you.”
“I don’t know.  I guess I’ll try to fix my ship,” Ranma answered 
looking back at the mangled ship.  “I’ll have to get a job in order to 
pay for the parts though.”
“Older you are than outwards you appear,” Yoda said as he finally 
realized it.  It would explain many things, one being why a small 
boy was all alone on a ship.
“Yeah, I am.  Thanks to a rival of mine, I went from eighteen to 
four.  I smacked him real good for that,” Ranma said with a small 
frown as he recalled the incident.

Yoda was even more intrigued.  He simply had to bring the boy to 
the temple, even if for just his safety.
“Training you would like?” he asked Ranma.
“Huh?” Ranma replied.
“Bring you back to the Jedi Temple, I would like.  Receive training 
there you might,” Yoda explained.
“Cool.  I was hoping to follow in my father’s footsteps.  When do 
we leave?” Ranma said.
“Patience you must learn.  Peace I must make before we can go,” 
Yoda told him as he got up to leave.
“What do you mean?” Ranma asked as he followed him.
“Watch, young one, and learn you will,” Yoda told him as they 
headed up the hill.


After Yoda had settled the boundary issue, he and Ranma had left 
for Corusant.  Yoda promised Ranma that he would send someone 
back for his ship.  During the trip back to the Temple, Yoda tested 
the boy on his Force skills.  What Yoda found was incredible.  
Ranma had the skills of a Jedi three times his current age and his 
stamina was impressive as well.  He wasn’t too knowledgeable 
about the Force, but he wasn’t ignorant either.  He had a fair bit of 
knowledge from the books his father left behind.  The only ‘bad’ 
things about Ranma were: his real age and that he was adamant 
about following the Old Code.  Yoda tried to dissuade Ranma from 
following that Code, but the boy wouldn’t budge.


It took them about thirteen hours to reach Corusant.  Once they 
arrived, Yoda took Ranma to the Jedi Temple.  The other Masters 
had to meet him.  Ranma wasn’t very nervous.  He had assurances 
from Yoda that everything would be alright and a trump card from 
his father if all else failed.  When they got to the Council 
Chambers, Yoda had Ranma wait outside while he talked to the 
other Masters.  Yoda knew that this was going to be messy, but he 
could feel from the Force that this boy was supposed to be trained.  
So it was with a sigh that the great Master Yoda went into the 
council chambers.




“Absolutely not!” Mace Windu said when Yoda voiced his request.
“I don’t know,” said Syfo Dias.  “We don’t know anything about 
this boy.  For all we know, it could be a trick.”
“Talked to this boy I have.  Sense no ulterior motive did I,” Yoda 
told them firmly, slightly insulted that they didn’t trust his 
judgment.
“Master Yoda,” Mace began, “we all must decide whether or not to 
accept this boy into the Jedi Order.  It isn’t that we don’t trust your 
judgment, but we have to think about the effects this might have on 
the Order.”
“Trust this boy, I do,” Yoda told them stubbornly.
“Bring him in so that we may talk to him,” Mace said with a sigh 
of resignation.


Ranma had been waiting outside for a while, leaning against the 
doors, when they suddenly opened, causing him to fall backwards.  
Looking up he could see Yoda looking down at him in amusement, 
and past him he could see various humanoids sitting in a circle.  He 
quickly got to his feet and followed Yoda into the middle of the 
room.  Yoda then left to occupy the only empty seat.  Ranma could 
feel everyone probing him with their senses and let them see that 
he was no threat.
“What is your name?” questioned Syfo Dias suddenly.
“Ranma Saotome,” Ranma answered.
“Why have you come to us?” Mace asked him.
“To be trained in the Jedi Order.  My father was a Jedi,” Ranma 
told them truthfully.
“Who was your father?” another Master asked.
“Koren Tou’shin,” Ranma said with pride.

This caused the Masters to stop and think.  This child was claiming 
to be the son of a missing Jedi Master.  Interesting.
“Where are you from?” asked Yoda, not knowing.
“I’m from a planet called Earth,” he answered.
“How old are you?” Syfo Dias asked while leaning forwards.
Ranma had known that this question was going to be asked.  He 
decided that the truth was the best way to go.
“My body is four years old.  My mind is much older,” he told them 
with a sigh.
“What do you mean?” asked Mace Windu.  He was curious as to 
what the child could mean.
“Back home there is a mushroom that causes your body to revert to 
a younger age.  I accidentally ate one,” he told them.
The Masters could tell that though he was telling the truth, he 
wasn’t telling them everything.
 
This changed things.  If he was actually older than there was no 
way that he could join.  He was too old.  Ranma could tell that 
things were not going his way and decided to play his trump card.
“My father, Koren Tou’shin, was an honorable man.  I share his 
sense of honor.  I swear that if you accept me, I shall not let you 
down.  I swear on mine and my father’s soul,” Ranma told them 
solemnly while looking each one in the eye.

The Council was in turmoil.  Should they let him into the Jedi 
Order?  They could tell that he was serious about his oath, but they 
still couldn’t tell.  Yoda could see that one more push was needed 
and he knew what type of push it was.  Standing up, he got 
everyone’s attention.
“Resign I do, from being on the Council.  Time I take, to teach my 
new padawan,” he told everyone.
“Master Yoda, are sure about this?” Mace asked, shocked by 
Yoda’s actions.
“Never before have I been so sure, Master Windu,” he replied.
“I guess we have no choice.  You may take him as your padawan 
learner,” Mace said with a sigh.


Ranma left the room stunned.  He could tell that Yoda was one of 
the most powerful Jedi in that room.  He was shocked that he was 
going to learn from him.  He found himself following Yoda 
through the halls of the temple.  When they came to one room, 
Yoda turned to Ranma.
“This room is yours, young Ranma.  Training we start tomorrow,” 
Yoda told him as he opened the door.


Ranma walked into the room.  It was a Spartan room with very 
little in the way of possessions.  It reminded Ranma of the 
Buddhists monk’s rooms at the various Temples they had stayed at 
during the ten year training journey.  But this room was far more 
comfortable.  It was medium in size and had a nice bathroom.  The 
closet was a little big but he could deal with it.  He took a peek 
inside and found various sizes of robes and other clothes.  There 
was also equipment to repair things, polish for his boots, and 
several miscellaneous things.  All in all, a very cool place to live.  
He turned back to Yoda and bowed.
“Thank you, Master Yoda.  Its perfect,” he told him.
“Explore you may, your new home,” Yoda told Ranma as he left.


Ranma took Yoda’s offer and left after making sure he knew how 
to open his door.  It would be bad to not be able to get back inside.  
As he explored, he thought about his life and came to the 
realization that given the chance, he wouldn’t change anything.  As 
he was trying to come to terms with this he accidentally bumped 
into someone knocking them both down.  Looking over, he saw a 
small girl.
“I’m so sorry.  I should have been paying attention,” he told her as 
he helped her up.
“Its okay,” she told him.  Inside she was curious.  When she had 
bumped into him it had been like walking into a brick wall.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Ranma Saotome.  What’s yours?” he replied, hoping he could 
make a new friend.
“Krista Galanodel, pleased to meet you,” she told him with a smile.


After that they were nearly inseparable.  They were instantly best 
friends.  They were opposites, yet they had many things in 
common and they only lived a couple doors away from each other.  
She was the padawan of a Jedi Healer who saw her potential in that 
field very early, considering that she was only two years old at the 
time.  That training came into play many times as they grew up.  
When they were six, she had to set his arm when he broke it 
training.  He still did his martial arts as well as his Jedi training.  
He couldn’t afford to let his skills slip; he was the Grandmaster of 
his school after all.  It was difficult at first.  His body was young 
and weak, nothing like when he had his older body.  However, his 
ki reserves remained their normal massive size.  He had a difficult 
time getting his body to adapt to the massive ki running through it.  
All the while he was learning the way of the Jedi from Master 
Yoda.  One of his favorite ‘older’ friends was a fellow padawan, 
Obi-Wan Kenobi.  Obi-Wan’s Master was very cool as well.  His 
stubborn attitude was impressive, as well as his skills with the 
Force.  He taught Ranma a thing or two about the Force in training 
more than once, usually through Ranma experiencing it.  For once 
in his life, Ranma was truly happy.




Back on Earth, things weren’t going too well in the house of Tendo.  
Kasumi had taken Ranma’s words to heart and had left to find her 
own path in life.  This had caused Soun to whine and cry like no 
tomorrow.  He had no one to turn to though as he had thrown 
Genma out shortly after Ryoga had turned Ranma into a child.  
Akane was always bitching about how everything was Ranma’s 
fault.  You see, the morning fights had started up again now that 
Ranma was no longer there to protect her.  And seeing how she 
had let her ‘skills’ slip after Ranma had arrived, it wasn’t long until 
she was defeated by Kuno.  At first she stubbornly refused, but 
then her father had gotten into it after Kuno had talked to him.  
“It is a matter of honor, Akane,” he told her.
She had argued that it wasn’t an honorable fight.  Then Nabiki put 
her two cents in.
“But you agreed to the terms by fighting back.  If you don’t abide 
by the terms, then you will lose your honor,” she said with a smirk 
while thinking, “What little you actually have.”
You see, Nabiki blamed Akane and Ryoga for getting rid of her 
biggest money-making asset.  She would get her revenge in 
whatever ways possible.

In the end, Akane had agreed to go out with Kuno.  She did insist 
on making dinner for them however.
“With Kasumi gone, you need someone almost as good to make 
the food”, she had told them before disappearing into the kitchen.  
Nabiki had immediately pulled out her cell phone while running up 
to her room.  She had to make a very important call.  Her life 
depended on it.
“Hello, Auntie?  Can I stay with you for awhile?” she pleaded.

She had returned fifteen minutes later with her bags packed and a 
cab outside.  Akane had poked her head outside the kitchen when 
she heard Nabiki dragging her bags outside.
“Where are you going, Nabiki?” she asked.
“Away from you,” Nabiki had replied as she took her bags outside.
“What?  Why?” Akane asked stupidly.
“I refuse to allow you to poison me with that toxic waste you call 
food.  I called in some favors to take care of Daddy, so now I’m 
leaving,” Nabiki told Akane as she put the last of her bags in the 
cab.  “I’ll send someone to get the rest of my things tomorrow.  
Good-bye, little sister.”
As Nabiki’s cab drove away, Akane’s battle aura exploded around 
her.
“Ranma, this is all your fault!” she screamed.



In another galaxy, Ranma sneezed. (1)
“Bless you, Ranma,” Krista said as she set his arm back in its 
socket after he dislocated it falling wrong.
“Thanks, Krista.  Someone must be talking about me,” he said as 
he rubbed his nose with his other arm.
“Well, that should do it,” she said as she got back on her feet.  
Ranma looked at his arm and was impressed.  She had fixed his 
arm better than Kasumi had ever done.
“I’m impressed, Krista.  Its perfect,” he told her.  He then got an 
evil smile.  “Let’s go prank Obi-Wan, what do ya say?” he asked.
Krista started to smile.
“Sure, sounds like fun,” she said as she helped him up.
They ran off to find Obi-Wan.  About fifteen minutes later, a male 
scream could be heard all throughout the temple, followed by two 
children laughing as Obi-Wan chased them while soaking wet.


Nine years pass by quickly when you aren’t paying attention.  
Ranma grew into quite the looker, he was even more attractive 
without the years of malnutrition that he had under Genma’s care.  
He was taller as well, about 6’1”, and he lost his patented pigtail.  
He now sported a loose ponytail, along with the standard Padawan 
braid of course.  As he had kept up his Martial Arts, he had found a 
way early on to mix Martial Arts and his Jedi skills.  He had 
quickly surpassed even Master Yoda in battle skills.  His childhood 
friend, Krista, had quickly become a Jedi Healer like no one had 
seen before.  She could easily use the Force to heal minor wounds 
and even some medium level ones as well.  In a couple of years, 
she would be able to bring people back from the brink of death, as 
well as heal even life threatening wounds.  Her skills were as great 
as Ranma’s, just in a different field.  She and Ranma were the 
perfect partners, proven on a few minor tests, as well as one or two 
major tests.  Their skills complemented each other.  He was a 
master of tactics and fighting, while she was a master of diplomacy 
and healing.

“Where could he be?  If he’s purposely avoiding me…”
Krista had been trying to find Ranma to tell him about Obi-Wan’s 
latest mission, but she couldn’t find him.  She had tried his room, 
the mess hall, and the meditation center (He was there often, ever 
since he found that through meditation he could control the Neko-
Ken.  He figured that he was only about one to two months away 
from controlling it completely).  Suddenly she knew where he was.  
She doubled back towards the training areas.  Sure enough, when 
she got there, he was in the Lightsaber practice arena practicing 
with two Lightsabers.

Ranma was ecstatic.  He had finally gotten the training arena to 
himself.  He never was able to just kick loose, because his fellow 
students would get jealous or scared of him.  He knew that it 
wasn’t the Jedi way, but he knew from experience that it would 
happen.  He could also practice what everyone else called the Dark 
Side.  He really didn’t see the difference in the sides except the 
intent behind them.  The Jedi Order used the Force to protect and 
serve, sort of like the American cops back on Earth.  The Sith used 
the Force to destroy and cause chaos, like terrorists.  While he 
didn’t want to destroy and cause chaos, he did see the usefulness of 
their abilities.  So he had taken to training in secret to master their 
techniques.  Currently, he was practicing with his Lightsaber.  His 
was a double-sided Lightsaber made from Ridigium (2), a metal 
only found on his father’s home planet.  It was indestructible once 
tempered, and it was non-ferrous, thus not magnetic.  It also acted 
as a lens for his Force skills, meaning that while he was using it, 
his Force abilities doubled in power.  This had caused him some 
confusion at first, until he had reread his father’s journals.  In one 
passage, his father had commented how he had found that the 
metal on his planet was like a focus lens for a Jedi.  Ranma shook 
his head as his thoughts wandered, he had to stay focused.  He 
finally gave up; his mind just didn’t want to listen.  He was putting 
his Lightsaber back together when he remembered the first time he 
had shown his Master his addition to the basic double-sided 
Lightsaber design.


(Flashback)


“Master Yoda, Master Yoda, I finished my Lightsaber,” a ten year 
old Ranma told Yoda.
“Your Lightsaber, show me.  Inspect it I shall,” Yoda replied.

Ranma handed Yoda his Lightsaber.  It was a shiny silver with 
black grips.  It was approximately 17” in length and was two-and-
a-half inches thick.  In other words, it was a monster.
“Too long you have made it.  Unusable it is,” Yoda had concluded.
“Wait Master, I might not be able to completely use it now, but I 
will when I’m a little bigger.  Anyways, I’m going to still use my 
father’s Lightsaber for most training and battles.  I’ll only use this 
if necessary,” Ranma had explained to his Master.
“Besides, I added something to help with the length,” Ranma said 
as he twisted the Lightsaber and pulled.  With a slight pop, the 
double-sided Lightsaber became two single Lightsabers.  Ranma 
looked to Yoda to see if he liked it.
“Impressed I am, young Padawan.  Much you have learned, and 
much you still need to learn,” Yoda had said as he turned away.


(End Flashback)


Ranma knew that, though he hadn’t shown it, Yoda had been 
proud of him.  He was putting it back in its holster on his back, a 
custom made holster that was made specifically for him and his 
Lightsaber, when his best friend came running into the chamber.  
Krista literally slid to a stop in front of him.
“In a hurry to tell me something, Krista?” he asked calmly as he 
stood and put his outer robe back on.
“Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan have been called to Naboo to settle a trade 
dispute,” she told him in a rush.
“What!?  So that’s why he didn’t meet me for lunch,” Ranma said 
as he sat back down.  “I had a really good prank ready for him 
too.”
“Oh, don’t pout,” Krista said as she giggled.  “Obi-Wan should be 
back in about two weeks.  You know how spineless the Trade 
Federation is.”
“Yeah, but I got a bad feeling about this,” he told her.
She sat down next to him.  “Yeah, me too.  So… how about a 
spar?” she asked him.
“You hate sparing with me.  You always lose,” he told her with a 
smirk.
“Fine, see if I ever try to cheer you up again,” she said heatedly as 
she stood up.
She had almost made it to the door when Ranma’s voice stopped 
her.
“With or without Lightsabers?” he asked.
She turned back to him with a smile that brightened the room.
“With, of course.”


1.	Sorry, couldn’t resist.
2.	I took the liberty of using another author’s metal.  This metal 
is from “Dragon Child”, at AnimeAddiction.  In that fic, it’s 
a mystical metal.

Thanks for all of your reviews, now for the bad news.  I’m putting 
this fic on hold until I get my life back in order.  I don’t know how 
long that will be, but I will keep writing when I can.  I might take 
“God of War” off ice, but I might not.  Time will tell.  Until next 
time, this is TouGod, signing off.

Nunquam lamiae morde me dice.

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