The Kid who reprogrammed droids in the star wars the cone wars is now in marvel with an inventory full of droids enough for an invasion of earth and many other planets.

Within hours the entire facility and headquarters of the Kazarak Cooperative had fallen, the slaves were collected and brought back to the massive vessel for processing. They were given food and temporary housing by the droids on board orchestrated by Riané personally while Valad remained planet side. 

"I wonder what Master is going to do with all these people..." Her eyes gazed over the children and beautifully groomed people. They were clearly slaves for the highest bidder.

Letting out a soft sigh she stood behind a fold out table by the Droid Factory, handing out bowls of nutrient-protein rations disguised as split pea soup and crackers. Children gratefully gathered the food offered to them and brought them back to their friends and probable family. Adults stood in line and did the same for their children.

Many of them chattered away, most of them not knowing what was going to become of them. Yet they were being supplied with comfort food and a place to lay their heads. They've been abused by their captors, some of them even used before processing. 

They couldn't be malcontent now that they were free from it all. All that was there was confusion and gratitude.

A young man appeared before Riané, he looked like a carbon copy of Will Smith. He even wore a silly smile across his lips as he eyed the food. "Hm. You make this?" He asked with a teasing tone, chuckling to himself as he took a bowl into both hands. The warmth on his hands was welcoming as she poured him some.

"I gave it flavoring, yes." Riané didn't give much of a conversation starter as she looked at him with a curious glint in her eye. "I know plenty of you have stories, so what is yours, Mister...?"

"Right, the name's Jay. Pleasure to meet you kid," He reached out one hand to shake hers, which she gracefully accepted and shook lightly.

"Riané," She said as she reached out with the force, trying to sense if anyone here was force sensitive. It just so happened that the man in front of her and several others had the eligibility to use the force, but were too old for the Jedi Order. 

"You said something about a Master? Are you a slave?" It appears that Jay had overheard what she had said earlier, but Riané just shook her head slightly and turned her palm towards the ceiling. 

Suddenly the soup in his bowl began to float, keeping the shape of the bowl as it hovered a few centimeters above it, "I am an Apprentice."

The shock of seeing the force being seen for the first time in front of himself, was quite the surprise. Yet when he saw it, it was as if he could feel the force being used right there. He grinned wildly. 

"Are you Jedi?" When his question was answered with a shake of her head, Jay blinked a few times. His wild grin vanishing rather quickly. "Then who are you people?" His eyes turned towards some of the fake Mandalorians who were still suited up.

"Mandalorians?" He asked as he looked back at Riané once again, who shook her head yet again. His mouth hung open slightly in thought, who were these people? "You're not Jedi, you're not Mandalorians... Yet you can use the force, and all of your 'soldiers' are dressed as Mandalorians." He walked over to one of the droids serving soup rations and took the helmet off, his eyes widening as he saw it was a droid masquerading as a person.

"Trade Federation?" He asked as he looked over at Riané for assurance, only for her to shake her head once again. This guy was entirely confused, as were the people whom were paying attention to what was going on. "Techno Union?" He was met with more denial. "Rival slavers?" He stuck his head out slightly only for Riané to deny this too. 

"From what I've noticed from my Master's actions. We are acquiring wealth by conquering the underworld. I'm assuming he wants to found an Empire." Riané suggested with a robust smile across her lips.

Nodding slightly, he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her, having to guess what her master was wanting out of all this. Since he hadn't really shared all that much with her. "Would he be able to teach us? Those who can feel the force?"

"I am sure that is the first thing he wants to do when he returns from the assault on the Cooperative's headquarters. However I do not know what he plans on doing with everyone here..." Riané couldn't imagine her Master being ruthless and spacing the useless ones. Though he could see him using them as soldiers, officers and trainees in the Force. The question was, would all of them follow or only those who had nothing to go back to?
...
Meanwhile planet side the battles had died down and there were very view slavers left within the compound. The Commando droids were pushing them further and further back into the central command of the cooperative was located. 

"What is the meaning of this!?" The chairman of the Cooperative growled in the Conference room, looking at the few filled chairs of a few officers. "Why can't we restore communications with our other locations?"

"Sir, it seems the invasion force came prepared. They're using Electronic Warfare against all of our efforts. However we have been able to locate the source... It's the unidentified class of Lucrehulk in synchronized orbit with the planet, above our location." A science officer seemed to state, dressed in some luxurious blue robes. "However they've already eliminated our onsite communication and our forward defenses. The Slavery Syndicate's forces here have also been eliminated by unknown space superiority fighters."

The chairman smashed his fist onto the expensive looking table, causing its surface to crack lightly. "Are there any ways to escape?"

Shaking their heads all of the people at the table seemed to deny the very idea of it. "The Vault is all that we have left. Whoever this person is, they've taken the processed and to-be-processed slaves." Another man said, dressed in an armored tunic. He had a red security visor over one eye.

"We are all that's left of the Central Coordinating Committee on Kazarak..." A young looking woman wearing expensive and luxurious wardrobe said with a meek tone, staring at the reflective surface of the table. "Are we really not able to call for an extraction?"

"Didn't you hear me the first time?" The blue robed man sneered and looked towards the door he could hear screaming and weapons fire closing in on their location. "Forget it. We're going to die anyways..." Each of the members reached under the tables and drew their repeating blaster pistols and flipped the table over, pressing it in front of the door. They then began to fall back towards the main office.

The droids would have to pass through the conference room to make it to the main office, in which they'd have access to the vault.

Mere seconds before they all entered the main office, the force was used to chuck the table against the wall on the other side of the room, crushing one of the committee member's silent assistants. 

"Open fire!" The six members of the committee aimed their guns out the door from around the corner and opened fire.

Many of the droids returned fire, but what made the members hesitate was the sound of a lightsaber igniting and several blaster bolts finding their way back to them. 

"Jedi!? Don't they talk first!?"

"He's not dressed like a Jedi!"

"He isn't acting like one either!"

"Maybe if we surren–" The chairman who's blood was just at the boiling point was cut off by a vibroblade piercing through the wall and into the side of his head.

"Oh my..." The only female member of the committee stated with a tone akin to that of a panicked protocol droid before slowly backing away from the door way. She then tripped over the rug and landed on her rump.

This distracted the others for only a few seconds.

"Shouldn't have stopped firing." The rapid swinging and whooshing sound of a plasma blade was heard. They didn't even have time to scream as a disembodied saber came flying around the corner and decapitated the members by the door. Leaving the one survivor panicking on the ground.

Walking into the room, he caught his saber in his hand and looked over towards the girl who kicked her pistol to his feet. He raised a brow and looked at her for a moment. "You expect me to let you live because you surrender?" His eyes traveled up and down her luxurious attire. The woman was in her late twenties, but looked to be in her late teens due to the amount of product she used. 

Scrunching up his face as he saw her terrified expression. "Strip," He stated as he used the force to disassemble the pistol she had once used to shoot him with. 

"Wh-what? You want me to strip for you!?" The woman sounded entitled, she didn't know humility and refused to be humiliated. 

"If you don't I will strip your corpse and crucify it outside the facility." He stated which she didn't seem all that effected by. She'd be dead, she wouldn't live to see the humiliation. Yet what came next, made her almost release her bowls.  "Then I will find your parents, your spouse, your children, your next of kin, distant relatives and do the same."

The cruelty and brutality of his threats were mostly just a bluff. He wouldn't go out of his way to track down her measly family. Yet it seemed rather effective as he watched the woman stand up, trembling as she began to remove each and every article of her clothing and tossing it to the ground. Her trembling movements were heavily reluctant, her face was pale yet blushing a furious red.

"Done yet?" After about ten minutes of removing her clothes and accessories, she was finally down to her undergarments which she was even more reluctant to remove. "I could always have the droids do it."

The girl almost puked blood and died right there and then hearing him speak of having the droids take the rest of her garments off. "N-no." She muttered as she removed the last pieces of clothing, covering her nether regions and abundant bosom with her extremities. 

"Good." He turned to the droids, "Use Neural Cuffs and lock her in a processing cell."

"WAIT! YOU NEED ME!" She was now shaking profusely as she fell to her knees hearing him speak to the droids. He put up a hand as they went to march passed him. 

"What do you mean I need you?" Valad asked as he stared down at her with amused thoughts, his eyes catching every curve, though he didn't seem to have a perverse gaze. His eyes always found their way back up to her face.

She cried as she continued to cover herself from being seen in her entirety, "It requires a bio-metric scan and vocal recognition codes to access the vault!"

Valad remained standing there for a few moments, sighing as he shook his head. "You don't have any Ysalamir around your vault. Your argument is invalid." He yawned lightly and the girl looked up at him with wide eyes.

Her eyes moved to the lightsaber in his hand as it suddenly changed from an icy cold blade to a translucent flaming one. The unstable heat could be felt from where she was standing. Her eyes widening. The blade was getting longer by about a foot.

"I said too much," Valad's voice sounded almost regretful. The last thing he needed was the slavery guilds to arm up on Ysalamir lizards to protect themselves and their belongings from the force he so cherishes.

He took a step closer to her, taking his time. 

"PLEASE!" The woman gave a full blown kowtow, her face shoved into the hard ground of the office. "I'll do anything!" She was sobbing, not looking up at him as she spoke.

The blade began to shrink until it was about six inches in length, but he continued his advance. Reaching down, he grabbed the woman by her hair and forced her to look up at him. The smell of burning hair would soon fill her nostrils. He was cutting her hair haphazardly to the point that it was at an average of one inch in length with two to three inch patches here and there. It looked like it had been cut by a sword, abide the ends of her hair were burnt.

"You have learned humility, slaver." He let her hair rain over her from the hand that once held a bunch. "Now you will become what you once produced." He clubbed her head with his now empty hand, standing up as she fell onto her side. "You'll never make a slave out of another person again."

"You're... going to enslave me?" her hands crept up to her head as she felt her burnt hair, something she once held pride in had been burnt away. 

"It's either that or kill you. Of course either way, I'll be liquidating all of your belongings, assets and properties either way." Valad was confident because he had the means to take all of her things and leave her without a crumb.

He stood there as she brought herself back up to her feet. Her eyes locked onto his until she suddenly grasped his wrist and plunged his blade into her chest on her own accord. "You're never getting into the vault," she hissed.

"I already told you, I didn't need you in the first place." Valad winced as the blade burnt her flesh, and as she began to collapse, it cut through her like butter. He stood there, staring, almost horrified as she had the uncanny resemblance of a partially split banana peal.

"Unclothe and Incinerate the Cooperative member's corpses, pack their belongings and personal effects into the transports. Collect all fallen droids, leave their helmets on the hollowed out hilts of vibroblades." He wanted to make it look like cheap Mandalorian marauders or something akin to that were assumed to take credit for this.

Once he left the droids alone to do their things, he walked off in the general direction of the central vault. The walls were labeled, it was hard to get lost in this place.

As soon as he made it to the vault however, he glanced around and used his abilities to sense the electrical currents within the facility. It was clear that there were several security measures from where he stood and until the front door of the vault. Yet he didn't need to get that close. 

Reaching out with the force he used his abilities of mechu-deru and electronic control to bypass the security measures that kept the vault itself secure. First the alarm system was disabled. The deadly gas traps also found themselves defunct within moments. The large metallic door than shifted open as all the locks came undone as the bio-metric scanner and voice prints were forcefully accepted. It took him about fifteen minutes of focusing to do this considering the complexity of his surroundings and all the things he was manipulating at once. 

Walking into the vault, he stared at all the physical credits, credit chips and other assets rested within. "There is billions..." He could barely speak as he opened his inventory, a window which popped up beside the screen asking if he wanted to 'take all' or exit. Without hesitation, he took it all and watched as the treasures filled empty boxes and the amount of credits rose like a slot machine.

[ Hidden Quest Achieved: Cripple the KSC. Kaiburr crystal. ]
[ Achievement: Become a Billionaire. 5,000 Renown. ]
[ Achievement: Cripple a Slavery Organization. 5,000 renown. ]
[ Kaiburr Crystal: Accelerated Healing & Force Sensitivity Buff +200% ]
[ Would you like to Assimilate this Kaiburr Crystal? Y / N ]

"Yes, of course." Valad said aloud which wasn't questioned at all since he was completely surrounded by his own droids. Though of course because of their little virtual intelligence matrixes, they were chattering about how their leader was a loony for talking to himself.

A warm feeling shifted through his body for a moment, similar to the feeling of taking in alcohol, minus the intoxication. His veins gave a light pink glow to them for a mere second or two. He let out a low groan as he felt a tingling sensation dissipate throughout his body following the warm feeling.

[ Kaiburr Crystal Assimilated. Augmentation Complete. ]
[ Bottleneck Complete. Level 26 Achieved. "The Star Wars" Companion Voucher.  ]
[ "The Star Wars" was an original concept for Star Wars created by George Lucas. This Voucher allows the user to summon a character from this continuum as a Companion. Note: Be wary, there are mirror counterparts present in this continuum. The companion will be disoriented. ]

Blinking a few times, he stared at the new voucher which had appeared as well as its description of what it was for. He assumed he would be able to choose a Companion of choice from this continuum, as there weren't all that many to choose from since it didn't have many issues. 

[ Quest Added: Return to Naboo in 1 Month. Hereditary Monarchy Restored. ]
[ Quest Added: Assist Qui Gon Jin. Replica of Darth Maul's Lightsaber. ]
[ Quest Added: Assassinate Anakin Skywalker. Clone Wars Postponed. ] 
"Assassinating Anakin Skywalker... I can think of a few ways to do that, but how does postponing the Clone Wars help me?" His head tilted to the side slightly looking over his new quest. 
[ Quest Added: Invade the Rakatan Archipelago. Empire Foundation Pack I. ]
[ Quest Added: Steal Makatak's Star Forge Station. Empire Structural Pack I. ]
[ Quest Added: Steal Tulpaa Star Forge Station. Empire Foundation Pack II. ]
[ Quest Added: Conquer the Rakatan Archipelago. Empire Structural Pack II. ]
[ Quest Added: Found a Force Sect. Force Sensitive Cloning Pack I. ]

More quests began showing up and he could only chuckle at some of them. He knew about these from the Star Wars Roleplaying Game regarding the Unknown Regions. If he were to invade these groups, he'd likely be going against the descendants of slaves to the Rakata. However he also knew that he wouldn't be going up against many other factions, unless he delved deeper into the Unknown; closer to the Chiss and other political divisions of the Unknown Regions.

Honest, enduring. 
Introverted, yearning.
Talented, sly.
The world wasn't fair to him.
His sister, one year junior to him, socially outcasted him.
Brutally bullied by his peers.
Left to rot, by a world of sinners.
Dying from shock, he catches the attention of a passing god.
This passing god offers him a new life.
A life in a universe he is often too familiar with.

He is granted three wishes:
One Change. One Unique Ability. One Passive Element.

1. Palpatine's Yacht is destroyed in hyperspace during his mission to kill his family given by Darth Plagueis.
2. Indoctrination Force Technique
3. Game Element  ( System/Hub )

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The landing platform had become a battlefield in no time. While Dageer had taken care of the leading commando droid, the Republic wasn't faring so well. 

General Plo Koon and General Secura were locked into a fight with Ventress, and it seemed they would be there for quite some time.

"Arghh!!!"

With a yell of pain, a 327th trooper fell dead. The commando droids weren't just more resistant than normal clanckers, but also had much better accuracy. That was the third trooper to fall, and up till now, only two seppies were killed.

With the corner of his eyes, Dageer saw Wat Tabor running towards the Separatist ship, clearly trying to escape. The device they had put on him to prevent his escape had already been removed. Two commando droids followed him, putting their bodies between him and the blue lasers. Unfortunately, all those lasers could do was knock them down, but in seconds, their ridiculously flexible bodies were back up.

"Dageer, we gotta move! Forget Tambor and retreat."

Hell Squad's leader acknowledged Commander Bly's words. He was right. Emptying his magazine, Dageer hit two clanckers right on the head, killing them immediately, and also got several shots on the chest of another, who was quickly finished off by Dab.

Suddenly, Dageer saw two of the droids leave the combat, and turn their aims to the Jedis. They had chosen the right moment, because both generals were locked in a Force struggle with Ventress, and wouldn't be able to dodge.

"Metal, Brain, left!!!"

Commando droids were tough, but even they couldn't survive the onslaught of lasers that Metal's blaster was spewing. That, coupled with the thermal detonator Brain threw, was enough to transform them in a pile of smoking scrap metal.

"Ahhh!"

"Fall back!"

While retreating, Dageer mimicked the commando droids, and turned his blaster to the three figures fighting with lightsabers. Just like the two Jedis, Ventress was also immobile, fully concentrating in her own battle.

Dageer pressed the trigger five times. Two lasers aimed for her back, another two for her legs, and the last for the head. He wasn't ashamed of attacking someone from the back. This was war, and Ventress was an enemy. A very, very dangerous enemy.

Just before the lasers hit her, the Sith turned off her lightsabers, and crouched. Taken by surprise by the sudden lack of resistance, General Plo Koon and General Secura staggered forward, and Ventress smashed her hands on the ground. Apparently, she created some sort of invisible shockwave, because both Jedis were sent flying, and landed rolling.

General Secura seemed like she wanted to give chase to Ventress when she saw the woman run towards the Separatist ship, but General Plo Koon held her back. Together, they couldn't win against her, whatsoever alone.

Both sides retreated to their respective ships, and took off. Still in the lower ramp while it was going up, Dageer could see Ventress flash him a creepy smile. Something about this whole operation was wrong. Dageer got this feeling about a lot of the battles he had been through. It was as if someone was controlling everything from the shadows, but the clone knew that was impossible.

----------------------------

"Master Plo, are you okay?"

"Yes, thanks to you."

The two Jedis sat on the floor, panting. Clearly, the battle had exhausted them, albeit it was just a short one.

"We will be back to Coruscant soon. Meanwhile, you should let the medical droid have a look at your leg."

Suddenly, General Plo Koon got up. Shaking his head, he looked at General Secura.

"We can't, not yet. I need to rescue Wolffe. He has something of utmost importance."

Dageer and Commander Bly had been talking quietly about their losses in the battle, but when they heard that, both clones turned their heads simultaneously. When they didn't see Commander Wolffe at the prisoner exchange, they had assumed he was dead. After all, why would the seppies give back a Jedi general but keep a clone?

Exchanging a glance, both commanders approached the Jedis. Even amongst clones, there were closer groups of friends. New captains and commanders like Captain Rex, Captain Lock, and Commander Titos had been in the war for a long time, but they weren't part of the first battle.

Commander Wolffe, however, was, and so were Commander Bly, Commander Fox, Commander Ponds, Commander Cody, Commander Gree, Commander Monnk, Commander Bacara, and, of course, Commander Keeli. Usually, Dageer wouldn't be part of such a group, but thanks to Hell Squad's promotion to a special unit, he got to know the commanders outside the battlefield. And, as brothers, ranks weren't important when they weren't in battle.

And, as such, Commander Wolffe held a high importance in Dageer's and Commander Bly's hearts. That wasn't to say that they would leave others behind, but they would try everything they could to rescue the commander.

General Secura got up, surprised by the urgency in General Plo Koon's voice.

"What does he have that is so important? We lost seven troopers in that fight, Master Plo. I am not sure we have what it takes to fight the droids again."

"The Separatist attacked us while we were in space. Since my legion has to keep the battle on Falleen, myself and Wolffe were going to Coruscant with a small group of troopers. We were bringing a Force-sensitive child with us. A human, named Cal Kestis. However, we were boarded, and I was captured, together with Wolffe. The others were killed."

The two clones stood quiet at the side, listening carefully. Like always, they wouldn't say anything unless they were questioned, but both frowned under their helmets. It was General Secura who asked what was on their minds.

"Why would the Separatist propose to exchange you if they knew you would tell us about the youngling? And why they kept Commander Wolffe?"

"Before we were captured, Wolffe put the boy in an escape pod, and sent him somewhere. I didn't let him tell me where. They are probably trying to break him, and get him to tell them which planet it was. However, it isn't the first time Wolffe is interrogated. If we move fast enough, we might be able to rescue him before he gives in."

"I wouldn't be so sure. They had a Sith with him... That woman... She is powerful."

General Plo Koon nodded, and then turned to Dageer.

"You are Dageer, from Hell Squad, aren't you? Wolffe talked about your unit before. That Sith, she knew you. What can you tell us about her?"

Dageer nodded, and took off his helmet, showing them his scar. None of the Jedis were surprised. They had seen worse before, especially since the Clone Wars started.

"She is the one who gave me this, in Mygeeto. Her name is Asajj Ventress. As General Secura said, she is powerful. I and a few hundred others were captured, and she tortured me, trying to get me to tell her what our battle plans were."

Dageer didn't say if he gave in or not. He himself didn't know, because he could barely remember the interrogation, and the Republic had changed their plans entirely after his escape.

"General Di fought her too, sir, and couldn't win. Her methods... I've never seen anything like that. With all due respect, generals, but she is like an evil Jedi, if that makes sense. I almost lost my mind. Wolffe had been through a lot, but I don't think even he will be able to keep his mouth shut for too long."

About the story:

Clone trooper CT-4063 is a fresh and shiny trooper directly from the clone facilities in Kamino. 
He is also one of the thousands of clones that take part on the first battle of the Clone Wars.
Go with him as he carves his path to the high comand.

Important warnings:

I had a sudden moment of inspiration, and decided to write it down.
I am not doing this to became an author and I might stop at any time.
Anyway I am very grateful to anyone who reads and gives his or her support. Also, I do accept suggestions.
I don't have ownership over any of the pre-existing characters nor the cover, but I do claim ownership over the characters created by me.
PS: this is a Star Wars fiction
PS2: There will be no harem or romance whatsoever, essentially because it would be too different from the lore, and also because I don't like it very much.
PS3: The protagonist won't have any Force powers.
PS4: The first chapters are small, but it gets bigger as the novel go on. As such, the first chapters are in a process of revision to make them more adequate to the rest of the novel. However, the novel doesn't stop because of this.

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Nothing special happened for the month after that. Wanda had returned to the Avengers tower a couple days after we gave Harry Potter a warning. We also down all the bases the Hand has in Europe. I spent most of the time with the girls, we once sneakily broke into the Queen of England's palace, going to France and Germany, and finally going to Japan. After destroying the bases in Japan and only leaving those in China alone for now, I searched for the traces of the Japanese gods. To my disappointment, they seemed to have perished along with the Chinese cultivators.
(I don't feel like writing his adventures with the girls in Japan since I don't really know much about Japan unfortunately. Sorry. I will try to add as many different cultures or gods before I get into my next idea, which is in the works rn, but I will probably not include too much and bore you guys to death)
Occasionally, we would find ninjas and samurai schools here and there. Although their strength have fallen, there were still those that could be useful in the battlefield. Some of them even agreed to be under my lead, although they only agreed to it after nearly being destroyed by me. We went back to New York after Wanda told me that Tony was hosting a party.
I woke up that morning with the three girls in my arms. "Morning" I kissed the three of them
"Morning, Alex" they replied
We continued to cuddle until 10.
"Alex, you still need to go to the company" Calypso whispered
"I'd rather stay here with you guys" I smiled
"Go" She pushed me off of the bed
"Artemis you coming?" I asked
"No, I'll stay with them here" she stretched
"Alright" I sighed in disappointment
After eating breakfast I took the car to the company.
I walked into my office. "How is the brewery doing currently?" I asked Cortana as I read through the statistics of this months revenue.
"The first batch have been sold out quickly"
"Oh?"
"It became popular within minutes after we sold a couple bottles" she told me
"How so?"
"As you asked, each bottle was sold for $99,999. Although some were skeptical at first, because of our reputation, a couple people bought it after some hesitation"
"How did they become popular?" I asked curiously
"Through some luck, a well known wine sommelier have bought a bottle and tried it. Through his recommendation, more people have started to buy them and it was spread online. After a day or two, we ran out of stock for the first batch of 1000 bottles and people have been constantly asking for us to restock"
"hm, over 100 million dollars in a month" I stated
"Yes, we would have started selling the 2nd batch if you didn't ask us to sell them every two months with limited stock"
"Continue to sell in limited quantities. Each person could only buy 2 bottles and increase the stock for each batch to 4000 bottles" I told her
"Yes, we also have a seen massive influx of spies trying to infiltrate into the company recently" She added
"Got it, get rid of them" I told her
"Erase them or..."
"Just kick them out" I told her "No need to get our hands dirty for just some spies"
"I will do as you say and kick them out"
"Also, give a warning to all employees. Never sell out the company for profit. Tell them to take Solomon and his group as an example." I told her
"I understand" Cortana nodded
"Cortana" I called for her
"Yes? What is it?" she asked
"Accept only a few contracts from the restaurants and sell them only a hundred bottles every month" I told her
"Got it. Anything else?" She asked
"Give me the data for our fleet" I told her
"All ships have been returned from their missions and are being switched around to other fleets and battle groups" She said "Evan have included four subjugator class heavy cruisers as part as a defense battle group. Each would be assisted by two Halberd Class Destroyers and a Autumn Class light Frigate. They would be spread across the solar system when needed. Also the main fleet has been finished 2 weeks ago. They are now ready for deployment."
"Good" I nodded "Continue building more fleets and battle groups. I have a feeling we would need them soon"
"Yes" She disappeared and went to do as I asked
I continued to look through the files and proposals while asking the current situation of our army.
"Alex" Cortana called out
"Yes?" I asked
"I was just informed that Evan has been adding 3 Acclamator class assault ships into the battle groups. They will be assisted by three Venators and six Autumn class light cruisers. He's planning on creating six groups."
"I'm guessing he wants the assault ships to mainly comprised of military robots. and battle droids" I looked at her for confirmation
"Indeed" she nodded her head in acknowledgment. "It would be mainly comprised of 95% battle droids and 5% humans as command and guards"
(Battle droids as in commando droids from Star Wars)
"Impressive, reducing manpower on the ground while keeping the overall effectiveness on the ships" I nodded in approval
"Anything else?" She asked
"Yes-"
Booom
BRRR BRR BRRR
A loud explosion occurred outside causing the alarms to go off.
"Cortana, what the hell happened" I frowned
"There was an attack at the entrance" She told me
"Deal with them" I told her
"Our security forces are arriving at the scene as we speak-"
Booom
My face darkened "What the hell just happened"
"We suffered multiple casualties-"
I grabbed my coat and quickly took out a gun. "Tell everyone to retreat back inside. Guard the important areas and evacuate the employees" I told her
She nodded and immediately gone to relay orders
Bang Bang Bang
Multiple gunshots and shouts sounded on the first floor.

Alex Smith and his twin Evan, Children of a Primordial God and a Cultivator, travels the world befriending Demigods and superheroes. Will they become the Thanos or be the Universe's Salvation? 

Note: If you find this similar to any other novels, I will just say I have read most of them and decided to make my own with some of their ideas here and there.

As all this happened, My small fleet in the Hutt's territory had been doing missions continuously. even if I wasn't there, they were still technically still my fleet and people. The system kept notifying me of completed missions every time. With the destruction of the pirate empire in the unknown region I have gained ten million system points. Using these points I bought more War Droids. As my group and fleet began to get extremely popular as a group of mercenaries or bounty hunters, more and more people began to fear us. We've ran into several Jedi who wanted to kill us but we killed them instead. They came at a cost of taking several casualties. I decided to create a group of Jedi killing droids. Unlike conventional droids, these droids were built to take out Jedi or any force users. These were standard OMAR bots but I gave then a new paint job and gave them the color black. They use lightsabers from fallen Jedi and has uploaded lightsaber forms into them. Their bodies were also made to be resistant against the force.
As the clone wars are just a year away, I went into the store to buy vehicles and droids.
[Sentry Droid Blueprints-100,000]
[Commando Droid Blueprints-600,000]
[Hunter Droid Blueprints-400,000]
[Super Hunter Droid Blueprints-800,000]
[HB Series Hover Bike Blueprints-100,000]
[DH-87 Thunderbird Gunship Blueprint-300,000]
[Anti Gravity Hover APC Blueprint-400,000]
[M92A3 Gargantua Heavy Railgun Tank Blueprint-900,000]
This costed me half my points. Almost four million points were spent just like that.
Sentry Droids were to watch every facility and city walls. Commando Droids were special droids meant for infiltration in heavily defended areas our men couldn't get past. Hunter Droids have the same purpose as the E3N bots but they are more useful and have their own minds. Bots are more of a support role as they only do as they ordered without a mind. Droids on the other hand have their own way of thinking and are more effective in combat. Super Hunter Droids are larger Hunter Droids that uses a large Z-6 rotary blaster cannon and has more armor. 
The HB Hover Bike Series comes with three hoverbikes. The HB-91 was a fast patrol speeder that focuses more on speed. The HB-45 was more for assault purposes. Both were equipped with weapons under the windshield. The HB-09 on the other hand was more of a civilian usage. 
The thunder bird was more of an assault gun ship than for support roles. It has no space for passengers and are mainly for ground assaults and dropship escorts. The M92A3 Gargantua was a heavy rail gun tank. It was similar to the ravager but bigger and stronger. The Anti Gravity APC was used for troop transport across rough terrain. It has a built in machinegun turret on top. It can carry 6 passengers minus the driver and gunner.
As I was setting up the military plans. Cortana notified me of news that completely angered me. 
[Sir, we have news that the miss was targeted by assassins and bounty hunters]
"Why?" I growled
[She refused a couple of men trying to woo her]
"Good. Good. You think you can just touch her because she doesn't have any backing huh?" I said coldly "You'll regret that"
I walked out of my office.
"Get me my ship" I told Cortana
Soon I took off and went into hyperspace. It took me several hours but I made my way to Coruscant. 
Cortana told me that Selena was out buying stuff when she was ambushed. The Shadow Guards immediately came out to protect her. They were equipped with MMPKs and J Wick Pistols. Their MMPKs were effective in protecting her. As far as I could tell, they have started an intense firefight in the streets. It have been going on for 5 minutes now and the Jedi were making their way there when they were stopped by Bounty Hunters. 
I arrived 10 minutes after the start of the firefight. I was in my new suit. A completely black nanosuit, assassins creed style. I was running along the roofs before jumping down on a group of bounty hunters. I killed them all with the Void Sword and made my way over to Selena. Every time I swung my sword I would kill one of her assailants. Screams and cries of horror and regret rang from their mouths. It didn't take long for us to wipe them out. 
Bodies and blood covered the entire street when we're done. The Shadow Guards were standing around Selena cautiously. None of them were injured during the fight. When I arrived before them they saluted to me.
"We have done what you have asked for us to do successfully my lord" one of them solemnly stated
"Good" I looked at Selena before ordering them "Go kill the ones who ordered them"
The nodded and immediately disappeared from the scene.
"How are you Selena" I asked gently as I made sure nothing was wrong with her
"I'm fine" she smiled 
"good" I rubbed her head "lets go quickly before the Jedi arrive"
"But..." She seemed hesitant
"You don't want to?" I asked 
"No" she shook her head 
I sighed "I will wait and watch then" I told her before becoming invisible
The Jedi arrived at the scene only to see a bunch of bodies everywhere. 
"Miss Selena, I would like to invite you back to the order with us" one of the Jedi came forward and told her as she was being surrounded. 
She nodded and followed them. They wanted to cuff her and I immediately frowned. She refused to be cuffed and they didn't force her to do so as she was close to rise and become a Jedi Master. I followed them back to the temple. As they returned to the temple and a bunch of Temple Guards came and took her away. I followed them and they led her right to the council room.

An author finds himself being forced by gods to reincarnate into the Star Wars Universe. Forced for time and resources can he build up his own empire for his people and survive through the events that would happen to the universe? 

(Inspiration for my novel taken from [The Wound In The Stars] by jkjkodath)

It has a similar overall plot as his novel but I decided to go with a different approach. Tech-wise still a WIP and I will do my best to stick with Canon. 

For those harem lovers, this story is not for you. 

NOVEL IS STILL A DRAFT

(Still in the works and will not be updated until I finish my other novel first) (2nd fanfic I wrote)

A man with the memories and skills of a Sith Warrior from a conflict that ended four millennia ago finds himself thrown in the opening weeks of the Clone Wars. He has a mission - deal with the current Sith Lord and his supporters permanently and prepare the galaxy for the eventual arrival of the Vong. This is a SI story.


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Note: I do not own Gundam Seed or Star Wars. They Belong to there respective copyright owners. This story is not written for commercial gain. I make no money from it. I am not the original author of this fanfiction. Author is Illuviar, book title is, "Rogue Knight", found at Fanfiction.net. Unable to reach author so I decided to post here for more exposure for Star Wars Fanfics! Enjoy!


This story starts like every other such story. The person in question a.k.a me, dies. Every single person that has ever lived must have thought of what comes after, at least once. Anyhow let's stop with all this kriffin morbid stuff, shall we.
Let me tell you how I got swallowed by the abyss first. It was an average day. Average for me at least. Read a bunch of Fanfictions and novels till late at night Scrolling through thread after thread, like any other bored "sapient" might. Till I come across a survey. It was on a Star Wars fan page. Usually I just scroll right through, but this kind of got my attention. Unlike the other surveys this one was peculiar. The author of the post was anonymous and the million-dollar question being: 'If you get sent to the Star Wars universe with 5 wishes what will they be?'. Peculiar right? I sit there staring at the screen for a few minutes, all the while debating whether to type an answer or not. Apparently, no one else has. After a few minutes of pondering I finally decide to indulge my curiosity, and type out my answer to said survey. 
 
1.     A highly adaptable body. 
2.     A very high healing factor with self-replicating cells.
3.     Be a wound in the force, such that the force and force powers don't affect me.
4.     Have the skills of all Assassin's creed characters
5.     Have strong will power and extremely high intelligence.
 
 
I know, extremely corny right? You might be wondering why these. Why indeed. Usually people just wish for God like instantly over powered abilities. Like being a child of the force, being able to bitch slap the likes of Palpatine and Windu and all such yada yada. While I understand the appeal, it's not for me. What is the point if there is not even a minor challenge. Has anyone stop to consider this, everything that happens in that universe is affected by the Force. What is the Force you ask. Well it depends on who you ask. It is a conscious or semi-conscious, all sensing and controlling omnipotent universal "energy". It controls the fate off all in the universe through medi-cholrians, a microscopic sentient organism that exist in all living things. The higher the medi-chlorian count the stronger you can commune with the force and it can manipulate you. I don't want that. I don't want some space voodoo influencing my decisions.
The high adaptability and healing factor are self-explanatory. While a strong will and high intelligence will help me learn and adapt mentally. Only problem is that usually wounds in the force are created by tragic events, might come to bite me in ass later, but space voodoo immunity is a nice perk to have. After finalizing my decision, I post my answer. I lean back and laugh internally for my childishness for taking this so seriously. Then the surprising thing happens I get an instant reply.
 
Anonymous: Well interesting choices. What where you going for with these wishes?
Me: Well Instead of a Jedi/Sith, I was going for a Mandalorian bounty hunter type character.
Anonymous: Hmmm…. I see. Just out of curiosity what would your character's back story be.
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Well didn't think that far …hmm… I think about it for a few mins.
ME: Well I would be a Mandalorian as stated before. Name would be Thrunn Straxon of clan Eldar. Being raced by family members on Mandalore.
Anonymous: Interesting answers indeed.
 
After that no response what so ever for a few minutes. I lose interest and keep going through my business as usual. Late at night I finally go back to sleep. At first there is just serine darkness of the abyss. Then I start seeing memories, like a movie, of a boy. Born on Mandalore, to parents 
Havunn Straxon and Shasia Straxon in 55 BBY. The couple where the second generation of the Eldar clan heads and quite wealthy. He/me lives a quiet and ordinary life, well by Mandalorian standards, with member of his clan. He/me was a child genius as never seen before, finishing basic education already and started to move on to higher courses. He was being trained in the ways of a Mandalorian warrior and combat by his uncle Thrull Stal, a Mandalorian Super commando. It was all peaceful until 42 BBY and the Mandalorian civil war happens, launched by the insurgent death watch. Then everything goes awry. The insurgent attacks on Keldabe where getting serious. The war lasted a year as is. This war so far has led to the death of hundreds if not thousands of jedi and greater portion of the Mandalorian population. As a last grand strike by the insurgents attack all clan compounds and Keldabe as well. The clan Eldar compound is attacked heavily as they had sided with the True Mandalorian faction. It was a slaughter. More than 80 percent of the clan had perished. Including his parents. The memories end with him/me in a running battle, trying to escape premature death. Well key word being trying. Him/ me was cornered in an alley; the insurgents had him/me outnumbered and out gunned, they didn't show any mercy. The last image was him/me being shot in the head with a blaster.
 Nothing wakes a person up like a dream of being shot to death. Startled awake by the dream the first thing that enters my eyes is blinding light. As my eyes slowly adjust a white sterile room appears. That threw off my thought process by quite a bit. As my head and eyesight becomes normal again something peculiar enters my sight. A droid, to be specific a medical droid.
This throws me of the kilter again. Modern earth doesn't have droids. While I was brainstorming, the aforementioned droid approaches me and says "Patient Thrunn Straxon glad to see you have finally woken up. All reading and scans appear nominal. You may be released from hospital ward after one day of observation." After that it moves onto other patients, leaving me dazed.
 
 Well Kriff, that connected all the dotes for me. As far as I know I got ROBed. I have read many fics with such situations. But never in my wildest dreams did I think it would happen to me. I got KRIFFIN ROBed. The survey was a trap for all intents and purposes. I lay back down on the hospital bed and started to think through the predicament I have found myself in. Somehow, I have wound up in the Star Wars universe. The dream I had, was no dream. It was the memories of the body I am currently inhabiting. The migraine I am having the after effect of being shot in the head. I am stuck lamenting about my decision to do the survey.  Lamenting about the fact that I had left behind my family, friends and everyone I had loved and cared for. At least it was reassuring to know the wishes carried over. The only reassuring thing at present. I carry on with this train of thought till sleep finally take a hold of me. 

What happens when you suddenly get dropped into a galaxy far far away. You have a few god given gifts , how will you use them.
AN: This is my first time writing. I hope this goes well. I am just writing as hobby . sorry in advance ,if the updates are irregular in the future, but i will try my utmost to keep this going. All constructive criticisms are welcome. I don't know all the lore, so I have to do a lot of digging around to find them. And this story will most certainly deviate from canon a little bit, the MC existing itself is a deviation in the flow of canon.
Please rate and review.
Disclaimer : I don't own the Cover Image. Pillaged that of google. All writes of Star Wars belong to Disney or any other Mega corporations that might buy Disney in the future . I only lay claim to the original characters that pop up all over because I am a lazy ass who thinks making shit up is better than finding canon names and the story arc I introduce( well sometimes).

Warning: The first ten chapters are a bit tough to read. It took me that long to realise that spacing in Microsoft Word and Web-novel are different. Will edit it in the future.

With that out of the way, ENJOY!

Chapter Five

Ahsoka felt as if a snake had decided to nestle on her head, and begun to constrict her skull. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the night sky, and when they did, she shot up as fast as she could. The sudden change of posture made her wobble, her breathing coming less for a split second as her vision doubled. A hand firmly settled on her shoulder, and she found herself lying back down as a clone commando checked her pupils' response with a penlight.
"You're awake, Padawan," her Master said calmly from the side. She frowned as she saw a streak of red light sail in the night sky. Was it a firework? But it didn't explode. Slowly, her ears began to pick up the sound of blaster shots. Wincing, Ahsoka carefully craned her neck to the side, and what she saw made her balk.
There was a Separatist army advancing on the field below them, and they were fighting through the clones' formation and Master Mace Windu. Meanwhile, her Master was standing atop the hill, a foot on a nearby rock and both hands dancing in the air as he hummed a strange tune.
"No! Disse il Piave, No! dissero i fanti~" her Master sang with joy in his heart as a hand swatted away the air in front of him as if it were a fly, and in doing so, the ground rose and trembled as if a sword had struck and shattered through it, "mai più il nemico faccia un passo avanti~" another swaying of the hand, and the shrapnel of rock turned against the nearing droids, making them crash and fall back. Those who didn't were harmlessly pelted with sharp rocks, at least until a blaster shot struck them and made them fizzle to a stop.
"I have to-" Ahsoka stammered, trying to stand up.
"You lost your lightsaber, Padawan, and your strength isn't back yet," her Master remarked humming. "Leave this battle to us. I'm sure Mace could solve this alone, so really, we're here just to make it easier...but remember, over-confidence is a sin!"
As he barked that, he quickly lifted a wall of steel from a broken Separatist Droid-Dropper and used it to tank the blast of a missile launcher from the droid army. The metal dented, but otherwise held.
"There is no emotion, there is peace," her master hissed through clenched teeth. "Padawan, don't worry. You'll have your moment to shine later. Right now, try to stay low or you'll get a laser blast to the face, and nobody likes laser blasts to the face."
Her Master was very chipper. He even felt drunk-chipper. "Is he drunk?" she managed to hoarsely whisper to Rufous, who gingerly looked sideways. Ahsoka's eyes widened. They were on a hill, with an army of Separatist droids that greatly outnumbered them, she had lost her lightsaber and wasn't even capable of striking out on her own feet, and...and her Master was drunk.

"Mandalorian ale," Rufous said with a slight 'I'm sorry' tone beneath it. "He asked for a sip during dinner. Nobody thought-"
"There's got to be something against getting drunk in the Jedi code," Ahsoka muttered through her teeth. "There has got to be."
"This is spear that splits the heavens," her Master bellowed with his right hand clenched into a fist, as he split the metallic shield into sharp, brimming with electricity -wait, what- and pulsing heat. "This is the judgement of Odin!" her Master giggled. No, really, she had been knocked out for a couple of hours tops. "This is...electric judgment!" And with that, the spear departed with the strength of a missile being launched from a rocket launcher, rushing through the air like a falling star and striking deeply into the side of a large, brownish monstrosity that seemed to be coming down from the skies.
Then, a giant Yoda began to bob his head up and down to the rhythmic rapping sound coming from somewhere far away, having appeared out of thin air. "Do or do not! Tsk-Tsk! Ba-Da-Bum! Do-Or-Do-Not! Not-Do-Do-Or!"

Ahsoka gasped, and opened her eyes for real this time, her breathing quick as she looked hurriedly around. She winced, slightly, at the pain. However, there was no army around them, and everyone still seemed in high spirits. "No!" Ahsoka exclaimed, a hand rushing up as a quick push of the force sent the bottle of Mandalorian ale out of Eagle's hand before it could be offered to Master Shade. "He doesn't drink."
Master Shade blinked from his spot, and with two fingers used the Force to keep the bottle afloat, preventing it from spilling. "I wasn't going to, Padawan," he remarked dryly, putting the bottle back in his hand and then handing it to Hawk, who was by his other side. "Glad to see you're fully awake now," he added.
"I-" Ahsoka carefully stood from her bed, and walked to sit down at the free spot in front of her master. They were standing by the fire, far off in the middle of a depression of hills. "Where are we?"
"Away from the caves," her Master replied. "The Force there was too strong for you," he added, taking a bite out of some canned food -strange, canned food. No, not canned food. Canned Slob. Her canned Slob. "Oh, right," he added. "I ate your Slob. Sorry Padawan, Master's privileges and whatnot. You'll have to eat the MRE now."
Ahsoka no longer cared about the headache, or the strange dream she had had. Her smile could have blinded a blind man from how intensely radiant it was at the thought of finally eating something that tasted like meat, even if a poor substitute of it.
As she finished eating religiously -and even going as far as sticking her tongue into the can to get the last scraps- she realized only afterwards that her Master was chuckling at her antics, shaking his head at the same time.
Heat managed to reach the very tip of her montrals, as she hastily tried to resume a serious appearance. "A-ahem," she coughed with a hand in front of her mouth. "What now, Master?"
"Well, while you were sleeping, we received notification that there has been movement towards this planet from the edges of the system," her Master said. "It appears the Separatist are coming here to put up a base of operation, and aren't expecting any clone presence on this planet. After all, do you see a clone presence nearby?"
The Commandos looked at one another, and then Rufous made a 'Hoot-Hoot' sound. "I'm a bird, sir. Clearly not a clone."
"Yes, my dear hallucination that is clearly a bird and not a clone commando," Master Shade replied with a nod, "You are a bird. If you believe in yourself, you'll even fly."
Ahsoka blinked. "Master?"
"Pardon me, Padawan," here Master Shade coughed. "As I was saying, this planet will soon become dangerous. Yet, not dangerous enough as to warrant you leaving. We will be doing our first training exercise with live enemies tomorrow, in fact. The droids are bound to land their crafts with the obvious escort, and once they do, we'll take them out."
"Won't they realize there are clones on this planet?" Ahsoka hazarded.
"Why would they? Our starship has long gone back to the edges of the system, and will return just in time to strike at our enemy from behind. Until then, we'll hide and strike their forces with the less fuss possible, and tripping no alarms," as he said the last part, he gazed at Ahsoka long, his eyes narrow as if he was accusing her of having already done something like that.

Ahsoka looked down at the empty can of MRE, and then back up at her Master. "My lightsaber-"
"I managed to salvage its components," her master replied, lifting them up in his right hand for her to see. Ahsoka winced. That...that didn't look good, it didn't look good at all. "I don't know how you managed to break it, but the crystal inside shattered while the rest of the handle is still serviceable. I think it takes a degree in 'applied accidents' to make something like this work...then again, the Force works in mysterious physics-defying ways, so..."
Ignoring her Master's rant of absolute madness, Ahsoka grabbed the pieces of her lightsaber and then turned around, looking for the blue crystal. She found it near her makeshift cot, a chunk of dirt and rock that was still shining with the soft glow of a night lamp. It reassured her, to see it there. Carefully using her fingers to pick the dirt off the cracks, she took a deep breath. Master Yoda had trained the young of the temple on how to actually build a lightsaber -even if she hadn't needed to actually purify the crystal herself. She knew, in theory, what she had to do with it.
Her eyes closed and carefully, a sense at the time, Ahsoka shut off all distractions. The crackling of the flame and the breathing of the clones and of her Master, the sensation of the cold wind, the smell of food, the taste of meat lingering on her tongue, her drumming heart, and anything that might have distracted her disappeared from her senses. She remained in the darkness, together with the crystal and the Force.
Her Master's presence was clearly visible in front of her, and his presence hung as an impenetrable bastion of cold, jagged ice. It was as if trying to touch it would make her fingers bleed, and so, she didn't try. Beneath the ice, she could hear the thrumming of something vicious and powerful, but she had no clue what it was about -she'd ask him later.
As it was, Ahsoka carefully molded the crystal with the Force, removing the impurities and slowly folding upon itself the Force-Sensitive piece of rock until it finally became a crystal worthy of being inserted into a lightsaber.

Once she was done, a light coughing from her Master distracted her, forcing her to stop the procedure of mounting her lightsaber.
"You'll need to do better than that to attune it, Padawan." Ahsoka's eyes opened on reflex, she was sure she had quieted down all her senses, yet her Master's voice had come all the same through her ears. Then again, he had said he was strong in the Force.
Her Master's right hand was open, palm up. Hesitantly, Ahsoka handed the crystal over. She had done a good job for it being the first time, hadn't she?
"You see," he remarked quite calmly, "this is a very special crystal. There is a history of the Dantooine caves. They say that each padawan who steps into them is called to their specific crystal, a crystal that grows together with the Padawan, a crystal that becomes an extension of the Jedi's soul. Unfortunately, you need quite the skill in the Force to properly attune such a crystal to the thousand of tiny edges a soul has, but worry not, one day you'll get there, hopefully." As her Master spoke, the crystal began to fluctuate up and down between his two open palms, folding further and further as the Force manipulated it, until it became a shining bright crystal with tiny nudges on the otherwise perfectly smooth surface.
Then, he handed her the crystal back. "Now you may mount it on your lightsaber, Padawan."
Ahsoka felt the thrumming power in the lightsaber's crystal call out to her, the quirkiness of the cold stone suddenly heating and freezing, as if made of opposites. She couldn't help but think that the crystal was hers, because it so naturally called out through the Force to what she truly meant when she spoke and to what she did.
It was so perfect in her hand that her voice caught herself in her throat and did not budge as she finished mounting her blade. Once she was done, she turned her lightsaber on.

It was...it was like lighting up a sun. The power that came from the blade itself, attuned to the Force like it was, was nothing short than bringing to life a brilliant sun that shook and quaked throughout the Force, sending ripples that made her skin shiver in delight. It felt right. The blade of plasma wasn't just 'a blade of plasma'. It was 'her lightsaber'. It was important. It was hers, an extension of her will, of her actions, of her soul. And it was also kind-of hypnotic to watch move back and forth.
"Once you're done acting like a moth to a flame, Padawan," her Master's voice caught her red-handed, and she quickly deactivated the blade and clipped it to her belt, "We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, so you'd do better to sleep now."
"Y-Yes Master," she replied. What else could she say? She knew there was something else she had to say. "M-Master?"
"Yes?" her Master replied, an eyebrow raised as he looked at her from beyond the crackling fire.
"Thank you," she said.
"You're welcome, Padawan."
Silence settled once more around the campfire. The Aquila commandos took turns with guarding, but her Master rather than sleep entered a meditative stance, and remained a visible presence in the darkness even long after Ahsoka closed her eyes to rest. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but it was because his presence was visible in the Force that she actually managed to fall asleep in such a strange place.
Even far away from the temple, and from her cot, her Master's presence in the Force was an all too familiar sensation to her senses, and that alone sufficed to calm her fears of sleeping in such an unknown place.

When morning came, Ahsoka was gently roused from her sleep by her Master's presence. He didn't seem perturbed, but merely eager. That eagerness was something that made Ahsoka eager too, and as she opened her eyes, she realized her Master was eagerly watching a metallic pot with water inside boiling over the fire. He was drumming his right foot on the ground, like an overexcited rabbit. The image of a Mad Rabbit jumping in a hole with a blond girl following him soon etched itself in the back of Ahsoka's mind, but she blinked, and the image disappeared. It probably was just a reminiscence of a silly dream.
"Good morning, everyone," Ahsoka said as she nimbly got on her feet. The Aquila commandos were without their helmets, all huddled around the boiling pot. She neared with curiosity, and Eagle shot her a glance -his face was the split image of the other three, but again, what did she expect since they were all clones?
"Good morning princess," Hawk said with a chuckle. "Slept well?"
Ahsoka stretched, warming up her limbs. "It was great. What are the sleeping bags made of? The Jedi temple definitely needs to order them in bulk."
"There's nothing special about them," Rufous said with a shrug. "They do their job." The sound of bubbling soon perked Ahsoka's ears up. The Togruta's nose picked up a strange smell in the air, and as everyone else seemed eager, she began to grow eager too for whatever was coming out of the pot.
"What are you cooking?" she asked.
"The brew of the gods," her Master replied with the utmost seriousness. Ahsoka raised both eyebrows at her Master's proclamation. He was so visibly excited, she wondered if this was something similar to Mandalorian Ale. Her Master wouldn't get drunk so early in the morning, would he?
"Is it alcohol?" she asked.
Five heads swiveled to stare at her in shock. "Padawan," her Master said, "you...you never had coffee?"
Ahsoka wrinkled her nose at being caught in the crossfire of all of those pity-filled gazes. "Bread and water is the temple's breakfast."
"I must inform myself on Togruta physiology concerning coffee, but once I'm done, and if I get the all-clear, I'll make you taste some of it," her Master said. Then, as if by an unspoken word, five cups were drawn and the contents of the pot equally divided between them all.
"For the Republic," Eagle said, his cup raised.
"For coffee," her Master added.
"Glory to coffee!" Hawk nodded excitedly.
"May coffee be blessed," Rufous said.
"To coffee," Wedge said with a nod.

Ahsoka nervously smiled. So...her master's strangeness was contagious too?
She had to keep an eye out then. Her master was great, all things considered, but she didn't want to catch whatever it was that he seemed to be carrying.
Then again, if whatever he had kept him so calm even in front of the Separatist threat, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get a little dose of that strangeness. Her stomach was churning into knots at the thought of the battle ahead of them, after all.
But her Master seemed perfectly at ease, as if they had already won.
Wonderland awaits, Alice.
She shuddered.
Fear led to the Dark Side.
She shouldn't be scared. It was just the first time she saw a battle, and participated into one, but she shouldn't be scared. Her Master was with her. He'd shield her from the worst, so he had said.
Something warm bubbled in her chest. It was contentment. Her Master seemed happy, utterly happy, as something warm slowly sloshed its way through Ahsoka's stomach. Was this what it felt like to drink 'coffee'? Ahsoka closed her eyes and sighed in relief, before sharply opening them as she realized she was feeling what her Master was feeling.
"Force Bonds are a thing, Padawan," her Master said offhandedly, as she was just about to ask for an explanation. "The stronger the Force, the easier it is for such bonds to form," he added with a light chuckle. "Now have no fear," he said, "your master's here."
So not only was her master strange, he was also psychic.
Great.
Really great.
The day couldn't get any worst, could it?

Author's Notes

I don't particularly like the idea of Force Bonds -kind of like the Soul Bonds of many a fanfiction. Unfortunately, canon is canon and D20 Star Wars is D20 Star Wars and everyone seems to think Bonds in Star Wars are a Thing with the 'T' capped. So...le sigh.

Edit: since I'm writing the next chapter already, I'll answer here. I'm using these lines taken from the wiki:

"Furthermore, connections were known to occur when one was made to open to the Force, or imbued by a powerful wielder of the Force."
"The degree to which that was possible varied depending on the Force-sensitivity of the people involved, meaning that the stronger they were in the Force, the stronger the connection would be."
-And I'm drawing parallels with Meetra Surik, if it hasn't yet been realized. But that will be explained further ahead.

Not Mine

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13562720/1/

While on my way back to the Matriot to make my report I say internally

[Open system]

[Welcome Pathfinder and congratulations on your victory against the Gyarian raiders you have been given 5 credits and 1 surprise crate would you like to open them]

[Yes system open crate]

[Congratulations you have received...]

[12 B1 battle droids] (Star Wars)
[1 permanent match attached to carbineer] (N/A)
[1 metric tons of insta rise bread rations] (Star Wars the Force Awakens)

[Pathfinder do you require anything else]

[Yes open armaments menu]

[Welcome to the armaments menu what would you like to purchase]

[Pistols]
[Rifles]
[Shotguns]
[Sub-Machine guns]
[Personal Defense Weapons]
[Launchers]
[Melee Weapons]
[Heavy Weapons]
[Explosives]


[Open Sub-Machine guns]

[Affirmative]

[Available weapons]

Uzi 9mm parabellum
Mac10 45acp
Skorpion 32acp
Calico 9mm parabellum
Sterling smg 9mm parabellum

[Would you like to make a purchase Pathfinder]

[Yes I would like to purchase 1 crate of  twelve uzi sub-machine guns with five hundred rounds each in magazines and mag pouches]

[3 credits spent dispensing rewards]

[Close system]


Right as I close the system we land inside Hanger 13 and have everyone go straight to the medbey while I talk to the General who is waiting for me with Fang sitting at his feet

"Report Pathfinder" he says all business

I salute and say " Yes sir we received a distress call from the colony team and responded to find them and the Altruin people being attacked by a group called the Gyarian who kidnap people and perform inhumane experiments on them for use in their armies"

The General looks at me and says "My God I need to warn the fleet council of this excuse me Adrian"

As the General leaves I deploy the droids in front of me after which the first droid in formation says in a mechanical voice " Greetings Sir what are your orders"

I open the crate of Uzis and point to the small firing range in the hanger and say "grab that weapon, stand on the yellow line, and shoot that target "

The droid picks says "Roger Roger" picks up an Uzi, takes aim, and fires a quick burst at the target but only hits the target once despite emptying his entire thirty shot magize and none of the others do any better when I have them walk up actually most of them do worse surprisingly


I say to the first droid " Droid front and center"

"Roger Roger" and as it stands in front of me I open it's access panel 

After I open the panel I say " Jesus Christ where is this shit made China" I say that because everything from the plating to the wiring is made of the cheapest materials possible" Droid you and your squad should go into storage mode until I can improve you"

The droids walk to a corner attach their uzis and fold up and right as I go to walk away Mason walks up me and asks " Sir could I try to improve those droids for you I'd do it for free and only in my spare time"

I ask" do you have any experience pvt"

He answers" Yes sir I studied robotics at Cal Tech and have loved robots since my Grandfather showed me Star Wars as a kid"

"Fair enough you can give it a whirl but don't break anything and only work on it in your spare time and if you can keep their look okay" I say as I walk towards the door "droids Pvt Mason is your technician so listen to him "

"Roger Roger"

Mason says "understood sir" and starts working while I walk towards my office to do my paperwork

we join our hero Adrian Nygaard as he tries his best to keep the earth refugee fleet safe after humanity left the decayed corpse of the earth using his wits and a mysterious alien technology that lets him purchase gear, ships,
and creatures from popular sci-fi media like movies and videogames

This is not a real chapter it's more of an information provider about what Luke's future Military looks like in case you haven't read the title, most of units will be from Star Wars because they look cool and if you want to add or change something for something better let me know.

*NAVY*

*Variable Geometry Self-Propelled Battle Droid, Mark I (Vulture Droid) [Class: Fighter] (Star Wars)

*Droid tri-fighter [Class: Interceptor] (Star Wars)

*Hyena-class Droid Bomber [Class: Bomber] (Star Wars)

*Stingers [Class: Battleship] (Battleship)

*Reaper [Class: Troop Transport] (Mass Effect)

*G'quan [Class: Heavy Cruiser] (The Babylon Project)

*Star Killer MKII [Class: Capital and Mobile Battle Station] (Star Wars)

*Resurgent-class Star Destroyer [Class: Battlecruiser] (Star Wars)

*Cyber-Commander [Class: Naval Officer] (Doctor Who)

*Lucrehulk-Class Core Ship [Class: Mobile command centre] (Star Wars)

*Lucrehulk-Class Battleship [Class: Battleship] (Star Wars)

*Lucrehulk-Class Droid Control Ship [Class: Capital Ship] (Star Wars)

*Sentinel [Class: Multipurpose unit] (Star Wars)

*Various Decepticon Starships [Class: Starship] (Transformers)





____________________________


*ARMY*


*Droideka [Class: Vehicle/Armoured Infantry] (Star Wars)

*Sharpshooter Droideka [Class: Armoured Sniper] (Star Wars)

*T-XA [Class: Elite Infiltrator] (Terminator)

*Cybus Cybermen [Class: Infantry] (Doctor Who)

*ST-series super tactical droids [Class: Ground base Commander] (Star Wars)

*Runners [Class: Scout/Patrol] (Matrix)

*J-1 semi-autonomous proton cannon [Class: Heavy Artillery] (Star Wars)

*Super tank [Class: Heavy Tank] (Star Wars)

*MTT [Class: Troop transport] (Star Wars)

*OG-9 Homing Spider Droid [Class: Anti-Infantry] (Star Wars)

*Octuptarra Magna Tri-Droid [Class: Mobile artillery] (Star Wars)

*Tsmeu-6 Personal Wheel Bike [Class: Light patrol craft] (Star Wars)

*IG-227 Hailfire-Class Droid Tank [Class: Anti-air] (Star Wars)

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