Leena Sern was the daughter of a minor Sith Lord. Surviving the Battle of Alderaan and eventually took up the mantle of Sith Lord in order to continue her mother's legacy - until she discovered that her legacy was nothing more than a lie.

Leena Sern was the daughter of a minor Sith Lord. Surviving the Battle of Alderaan and eventually took up the mantle of Sith Lord in order to continue her mother's legacy - until she discovered that her legacy was nothing more than a lie.

"When I was young, I dreamed of freedom. I dreamed of breaking my chains. But as I grew more powerful, I realized that my choices were becoming limited. So instead, I fought in the name of the Empire. In my hands, I have the true power of the Force."

A storm is coming and there is no escape. 
Jaina: hero, traitor, conqueror, villain, savior. A Jedi who left Coruscant to defeat Mandalorians - and returned a disciple of the dark side, bent on destroying the Republic. The Jedi Council gave Jaina her life back, but the price of redemption was high. Her memories had been erased. All that's left are nightmares - and deep, abiding fear. 
What exactly happened beyond the Outer Rim? Jaina can't quite remember, yet can't entirely forget. Somehow she stumbled across a terrible secret that threatens the very existence of the Republic. With no idea of what it is, or how to stop it. Jaina may very well fail, for she's never faced a more powerful and diabolic enemy. But only death can stop her from trying.

A small group of friends decide to come back to Star Wars: The Old Republic and all make new characters... Only as they finish their character creation they are transported into the world of Star Wars! May the Force be with them.. This will follow the Inquisitor's story and be from her point of view. The Story will follow the class missions pretty linearly for a good while until I get more comfortable writing... I obviously don't own Star Wars: The Old Republic so all rights for Star Wars: The Old Republic goes to Bioware and their Overlord, Electronic Arts Inc. Releases will be Monday with three chapters and Friday with four chapters around 2:00 Pacific Standard Time

A small group of friends decide to come back to Star Wars: The Old Republic and all make new characters... Only as they finish their character creation they are transported into the world of Star Wars! May the Force be with them.. This will follow the Inquisitor's story and be from her point of view. The Story will follow the class missions pretty linearly for a good while until I get more comfortable writing... I obviously don't own Star Wars: The Old Republic so all rights for Star Wars: The Old Republic goes to Bioware and their Overlord, Electronic Arts Inc.

A/N, This chapter may include violence and swearing.
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My name is Victor Steel do my friends call me Valkorion as I play a lot of SWTOR (Star wars the old republic), I am 22 years old and am a huge fan of both Star Wars and  Harry Potter, from earliest I remember I always loved Star Wars until Disney bought It from Lucasfilms then it went down hill, I am a fan of Harry Potter the series not the character as he was just so weak and stupid I've never trusted Dumbledore he always knew more than he led on as well as being a manipulative and a infinite chances greater good bastard.

 Sitting in the cinema watching The Rise of Skywalker when suddenly a man wearing a vest full of explosives runs in and starts screaming and threatening everyone which caused panic to erupt sadly I was sitting at the beginning of the row and these people didn't stop pushing and running towards the exit knocking me over the last thing I saw was a bright light. Seriously did I just got knock over trampled and blown up.... now the the question is  "WHERE THE HELL AM I!!!" I screamed

Unknown - "I believe I can answer that my child your are dead and are currently in the void" 

I turned around to see a ball of light pausing for a few seconds to processing this information and starting to make connections with multiple anime's and light novels that send dead people to another world.

"So are you a God?" I asked

"Yes my child I am the God of Reincarnation but you may call me 'GOR' (pronounced as G-or) and I am here to grant you three wishes" - GOR

I thought about what I would wish for then it hit me, "For my first wish I wish for a Star Wars system which can help build me an empire and summon items, characters, ships and buildings, for my second wish I wish to travel to different dimensions and world at will and  for my final wish I wish to look like Sheev Palpatine (Before he was scarred) and Valkorion" I said hoping that the wishes weren't too extreme.

GOR - " Very well your wishes are granted and since you didn't use a wish for what world to go to i'm going choose one for you, so for now byeeeeeee"

Victor is 22 year old man who was a fan of both Star Wars and Harry Potter before he was killed in terrorist bombing incident and woke up in the world of Harry Potter, will he be able to survive and take over the world?, will he kill Voldemort before Harry?, find out as the story begins now.


Cover wasn't made by me here is the source to the cover https://www.artstation.com/artwork/n8WOE

{"I hate it. I hate it here."} Silently mused a four-year-old child as he dangled his legs along the edge of the tall book shelves while he used the force to move a number of left out datapads and books of compiled Flimsiplasts to return them where they came from.
The temple archives at the moment were currently moderately occupied and only a couple of Jedi were hanging around. His presence was relatively hidden away while he watched over the archive patrons and finished his daily research/reading. His personal datapads and stylus were scattered around as he contemplated how much Bantha shit was he torturing himself since he ended up learning about seven intergalactic languages in the span of two years while also giving time to learn about the galaxy's politics and fundamental sciences.
"You know that you shouldn't be up there again, Tord," admonished an old Jedi librarian which was also formerly Yoda's Padawan.
"I needed to gather my thoughts, Master Yulio," the silvernette replied as he gathered his things and placed it in a bright red bag that he personally made. Standing up, the devil horned child then pushed himself off the edge and patiently waited for the floor to be beneath his feet as if the height he just jumped off wouldn't have killed a normal force sensitive child.
"Seriously, I still can't believe that Master Yoda had took you in as his Padawan at such a young age and allowed you unfettered access to the Archives and Temple's training grounds," the aged Twi'lek murmured as he stared at cold green-gem like orbs and pushed back the icy feeling he was receiving from the overly bright light that the force enshrouded the toddler.
"Master Yoda found me, Master Yulio. He was the one to announce that I was to be his Padawan two years ago and allowed me access to these areas when I asked for it." Tord reminded as he bowed to his lineage brother in politeness and headed back to his Master's quarters.
{"Kark. I hate this. Why do I have to call people 'Master' of all things? Why haven't the Jedi Order have chosen the term teacher instead? The word 'Master' itself could connote a number of things and, for what I see it, I hardly like most of it,"} Tord internally complained as he walked and politely greeted those he saw as what the Order thought him to.
Heck, the reincarnated male found himself seething about his current plight and mentally scolded himself for not even knowing enough about the world he was in. After all, he was in the universe of 'Star Wars' and as a reincarnator who was able to know that this place originated from some kind of entertainment franchise was just downright confusing and depressing.
For all he was about having an accursed eidetic memory, he couldn't actually have an advantage of such mental capacities when the knowledge he currently has of the said universe was just surface level. Thinking back to his previous lives, he cursed himself for turning down Tom, Matt and Edd's interest in Star Wars and thanked whatever higher being was out there during his time as Vlad Master's adoptive son to entertain his elder brother, Danny, and dad's geeking over the franchise.
Like, it was because of Danny he ended up knowing about the Star Wars: Old Republic since he played the game along with his halfa hero brother. That, and he also watched the Clone Wars series up until to season six because of him. Then, he knew enough about Star Wars lore from Vlad himself when he was trying to up Danny in his geeks modes and convincing him that Star Wars was pretty amazing. Heck, the only movies he watched of the franchise was Episodes I and II since when Episode III came-out he became far too busy to indulge anymore of such frivolities.
And now…Tord was regretting a lot of things.
He regrets not paying more attention to his elder brother and father's interest. To be exact, he wants to apologize about the very fact he ended up rebutting or refusing them when they would go on the fan boy modes. Those two half-ghosts at the moment were his saving grace on why he wasn't so blind when treading through his current weird life. That, and the information he has could be used as a type reference for him in preparation for big events. He could basically pass the things he saw as visions if he does things right Tord mused as he came into his Master's shared quarters and noticed how the green alien was now waiting at the middle of the waiting area.
"Reading again, you have. Complain the other Jedi Masters, they did. Too cold and detached you are, they report to me." Yoda greeted as he sat on the standard issued beige sofa and waited for the silvernette to come closer.
Sighing at the others words, the owner of green gem-like eyes bowed to his master after coming closer and floated his things back to his room using the force. Waiting for himself to be allowed to be seated, the green gremlin finally gave a signal which had Tord followed.
"Explain yourself, do you not?" Yoda asked as he looked at his very young Padawan and expected him to at least try to defend himself.
Green gem-like orbs met golden flecked green eyes and answered in an all to factual manner, "You already know the answer, Master. It's is just how I am. That said, they look into things far too much. They see my coldness and detachment as a sign of falling into the Dark Side when for me it's just the normal going of life.
I see no Light or Darkness in it. Only varying shades of gray are in my current state therein their worries are for naught. Besides, doesn't the Tenets approve of such? There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
What I do of being detached and having no emotions is okay in the Tenets. My interest for knowledge is natural considering where I came from."
"Prince you were to be, yes. However, now you are Jedi. Different are the duties placed on you, now you should simply be like a child. Grow in the light, connect to your peers you must. The force's will, follow you must." Yoda reminded before standing up and heading to his personal rooms.
"Obelia your surname be, you are now a Padawan. Fallen have your world of origin, before the Old Republic and the Eternal Empire. Gone is Earth, gone is your family. Gone is your father's Earthly Empire. Look not in the past, focus on the present and hope for the future."
"Yes, Master," Tord replied as he watched the older Jedi finally disappear from his sights and slumped back on his seat.
{"I karking hate this life,"} the silvernette mentally remarked and forced himself to direct his time to other much more productive endeavors.

What would you do as a veteran reincarnator when you find yourself not just in an alternate version or parallel universe? What would you do when you find yourself reincarnating into a universe that you have seen to be well known in the entertainment franchise in your previous life?

Would you stay quiet about what you know and let things go as is or would you willingly change things?

At that moment, that was Tord's problem once he found himself waking up in one place he never expected nor did he even know truly existed.

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The use of words "Wife", "Lady" and a few other feminine identifiers doesn't exactly mean that a character is female here. In this story AU, people are fine referring to people depending on the role they usually play and whether the said person they are referring to accepts such identifiers.

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This story would now be continuing in Archive of Our Own. My Pseud there is MARVEL_DC_HEART_THROBS.

P.S- There's now a Discord Server which I made just to discuss anything about this series:
https://discord.gg/rVhHZzf

Aarik Sunrider was confused. It's been ten years since he landed in the kriffing Star Wars Universe.

It beats staying dead anyway. But why Star Wars of all places? Not to mention in the Old Republic Era.

Sure, being OP is nice and all, but wasn't there any other options other than being stuck as a Jedi Youngling?

And to make his life even more interesting, he had a roommate who would go on to become one of the most infamous Force Adepts of all time.


He shared a room with Darth freaking Revan!


Aarik bemoaned the choice of rooming with Revan of all people to his friend Dracarys through their Force Bond. But far from sympathizing to his plight, Dracarys gleefully informed him that he's being taught patience.

He was furious enough to use the dark side when he found out about it.


Cause the nine years old Revan was a brat. And to think this brat would terrorize the galaxy for millennia to come. And he'll start the process of doing so in less than a decade!


            And that is why Aarik threw himself into training with a single minded purpose - get through the clusterkriff that his roomie was going to create alive and possibly intact.


He did NOT want to be remembered as the roommate of Revan who was written off as collateral damage in a galaxy spanning war!

A young woman dies on her honeymoon when terrorists attack the ship she was in. But much to her horror, instead of moving on, she finds herself being transmigrated into the Star Wars Universe. 

With an impossible amount of Force power and some other useful perks, what's a royally pissed off bridezilla do?

      Nothing serious. Just having fun by messing with the Jedi, trolling the Senators... 

A girl needs to blow off some steam after all.

And someone else has come along for the ride...

A couple of ships emerged in a sand-scoured star system of the Reinald Republic. Different from Ves and the Larkinson Clan, the remnants of the Larkinson Family traveled aboard weaker vessels.
In its entire existence, the Larkinson Family never operated any starships at all until recently. Before the rise of Ves and the influx of excess cash, the family always depended on relying on commercial services or renting starships in order to move its larger assets.
That was in the past. Now that the Bright Republic turned against the old family, the stricken family members were forced to do everything possible to get their hands on some ships and mechs.
Fortunately, the family was not without friends nor resources. Though the government confiscated their domestic assets, the family still invested lots of excess money in a number of foreign accounts.
That may not be enough to buy ships and mechs, but that was where their stellar reputation came in. When the Larkinsons called for help, a surprising amount of sympathetic Brighters donated their aid!
There were many Brighters who were fed up with the current direction of the Bright Republic or thought it had no future anymore even before Bentheim succumbed to the sandmen.
A lot of veteran mech pilots turned mercenary and other folk still remembered what it was like to serve alongside a Larkinson. many former Havensworth division soldiers also looked up to their former commanding officer!
With Ark Larkinson taking charge, the Larkinson Family received aid from all corners. Though the contributions were fairly minor and sporadic, collectively they amounted to a considerable amount of help!
A fleet had formed around the old family. Though it wasn't too impressive, it was strong enough to defend itself.
Piloted by veteran Larkinsons as well as defectors and mercenaries that had joined the family in their escape from the Bright Republic, the mechs didn't look impressive but exhibited military coordination.
Even though the fleet was still vulnerable to determined raids and major attacks, not a single pirate group dared to test the Larkinson Family's patience!
Not only was there very little to be gained by attacking a fleet that carried no valuable cargo, a famed expert pilot also presided over it! No one was crazy enough to challenge an expert pilot except for other state actors!
The Gracious Indigo was the current flagship of the Larkinson Family's fleet. Though she was old and fairly worn, she was still quite serviceable, having served as the mobile headquarters of a mercenary corps before finally passing on to the Larkinsons through unclear means.
Inside an office compartment, Ark Larkinson sat behind his desk reviewing the balance sheet of the family.
Though the family wasn't in danger of running out of cash, the Bright Republic's appropriation of all of its domestic accounts caused a lot of disruption.
Most of the money it accumulated was gone! The family put too many eggs in one basket!
The evaporation of so much money was yet another reason for the old family to resent Ves Larkinson and his penchant for provoking the Friday Coalition.
If not for this wayward descendant, the Larkinson Family would have never been entangled in so much trouble!
Now that the Larkinson Family was suddenly left to fend by itself without the support of a state, Ark Larkinson tried his best to keep the pieces together.
He kept frowning as he studied the accounts. While there was enough money to eke out a stable existence, it was not enough to elevate the old family.
His terminal suddenly sounded a chime. Ark immediately accepted the request.
The projection of Benjamin Larkinson appeared. Though he looked old and exhausted, the current crisis ignited his willpower, causing his former expert pilot tendencies to reemerge!
"Son."
"Father."
"I'm sure you know what is taking place in the clan right now." Benjamin slowly spoke. "Ves and his band are contemplating yet another radical initiative."
"I understand the position of the clan. The decision to adopt external people into their clan is not as crazy as it sounds. These are new and unprecedented times. We may need to change as well if we want our family to remain intact."
"I understand. I already have a lot of ideas, but you have the final say. Everyone in the family trusts you, Ark. I have no doubt that you will exercise your authority wisely given your leadership of Havensworth, but I hope that you can steer us to a solution that will give most of us some peace of mind."
Ark grimaced. "That's easier said than done. For obvious reasons, the Komodo Star Sector is becoming increasingly less attractive to us. More and more, I am beginning to contemplate whether we should move to Vicious Mountain or Majestic Teal."
Neither star sectors were ideal. They had their own way of doing things that didn't entirely mesh with the noble ideals of the old family. It wasn't easy to find a state that was similar to the Bright Republic!
"Majestic Teal has fewer wars, but it is full of hypocrites." Benjamin dismissively shook his head. "The peace they enjoy is very false. Millions or billions of subjects die each year due to the machinations of their avaricious leaders. None of them possess any true honor. The only ones who do well in Majestic Teal are those who excel in plotting and intrigue. Let's face it. We do not excel in this area. Considering our inclinations, we would do much better in Vicious Mountain."
That said, neither Benjamin nor Ark held a good opinion about Vicious Mountain.
Though it honored mech pilots and especially high-ranked mech pilots to an extreme degree, putting glory hounds in charge of states came with its own problems!
Compared to Majestic Teal, Vicious Mountain and especially the Garlen Empire was refreshingly blunt and honest. Its leaders fought and started wars whenever it wanted to without bothering to come up with a plausible casus belli.
Though Ark predicted that the Larkinson Family could do well in Vicious Mountain, he feared the influence of its glory-obsessed martial culture!
"We may need to look further ahead." Ark said in resignation. "Luckily, human space has a lot of star sectors. There should be at least one place in the galaxy that meets our needs. We just have to spend enough time to find our new home."
"Will our funding be able to sustain so much travel?" Benjamin asked. "Crossing star sectors is an expensive endeavor and the distances are unimaginable to us. In fact, many of us have never even left the Bright Republic! This flight is the first time that many of us have left our familiar state, and that frightens us more than we would like to admit!"
As a leader who always tried to be in tune with his subordinates, Ark completely concurred with his father. "We are all out of our comfort zone. That is not in question. I believe we are capable enough to overcome our problems. We have gone through worse. We WILL find a home!"
He briefly exuded the willpower and determination of a potent expert pilot when he spoke those words. It was as if he was making a promise as well as a declaration!
Though Benjamin and Ark were on different fleets separated by light-years away, the older of the two was still sharp enough to notice something distinct about Ark's mannerisms.
His eyes widened. "My son.. you've changed. Am I mistaken, or are you…"
"It's strange." Ark ruefully smiled as he eased his shoulders. "I fought through two of the Bright-Vesia Wars. In my first time in battle, I had to fill the shoes of a leader because too many soldiers looked up to me due to the failings of our commanding officers. Back then, I didn't know why I earned so much respect among the men. Even though I lived through that harrowing war and broke through, I still didn't entirely understand the burden of leadership. I was merely acting according to my instincts and what you and many other Larkinsons instilled in me. That was enough for me to become a mech colonel, but no further."
"What has changed?"
"This." Ark waved his hand around his desk. The scattered data pads and other items made it clear that he had been working very hard the last few weeks! "Even though I spent years as a senior officer in the Mech Corps, I was always operating under the auspices of high command. If you disregard my rank, I was merely a cog in a machine. I may have been a very shiny and impressive-looking cog, but I had no control over my motions."
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. "It started with the Sand War. The exceptional circumstances and the dire threat of the sandmen to human life started to evoke something in me. Resisting the alien threat is very different from fighting rival humans from another state. There is no question which is the greater calling. Fending off sandman fleets, saving entire planets of humans from extermination and trying my best to keep all of my soldiers alive at the end of the day was very taxing, but also very rewarding."
"You still served at the whims of high command and the government." Benjamin noted.
"That is true. Though the Sand War is over now, I am thrust in a smaller but even more critical situation to me. I am tasked with steering the future of the Larkinson Family. Despite the smaller scale, I feel more burdened with responsibility than ever! Back when I was in the Mech Corps, I was surrounded by subordinates and superiors who were able to make up for my mistakes. While there are plenty of wise Larkinsons in my fleet, I seem to be the only one who possessed the strength and leadership acumen to lead our family."
"And that makes you afraid, am I correct?" Benjamin smiled through the projection. "Many people believe that expert pilots don't feel fear. They are wrong. An expert pilot's fear of failure is much greater than that of normal people! The greater your fear, the greater your drive to succeed!"
Ark nodded. "It's strange. In my decades-long service in the Mech Corps, I experienced numerous battles where my life hung on a thread. I navigated through constant engagements where I had to lead my soldiers through near-defeats. Yet even if I am no longer leading thousands of troops, I feel more burdened than ever because my own family is at stake. At the same time, I'm no longer weighed down by the politics and constraints of our former state. No one is there to dictate orders to me or take responsibility. The buck stops with me, and that is much more frightening than I realized."
The fate of so many people he cared about rested on his shoulders. Whereas others might have succumbed to the burden, Ark accepted this greater calling. His will to preserve and save his family stimulated him in a way he had never experienced in his long years of service!
Both father and son shared a meaningful look with each other. There was no need to voice what Ark was going through. As one former expert pilot to a current expert pilot, both of them were keenly aware what was happening with the latter.
Ark Larkinson was beginning to progress to a higher state!
Though it was far from sure whether Ark would be able to advance to ace pilot, once he did, the fortunes of the family would completely change! The value of an ace pilot was a lot different than that of an expert pilot! As long as his loyalties weren't tied to an existing power, many second-rate states would be willing to open their doors to a homeless ace pilot! The Larkinson Family would easily be able to find the home and stability it so desperately sought!
"Good luck, my son."
"It is not luck I need, but support." Ark steeled his eyes! "As long as my relatives continue to believe in me, I shall never let them down! That is my calling!"


After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy!

In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war!

Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings.

Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond!

His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm! However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation!

With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits.

This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last?

"Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!"

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Decided to put it here.
(Star Wars Galaxy Conquest, super massive first person/third person shooter, fully customizable fleets and armaments, with two separate campaigns for the light side, and the dark side, play through alternative history campaigns and see different outcomes at the end if you win, or lose the final fight for the campaign, example: as the CIS or separatists play through the clone wars from the first battles up to order sixty six, in the final battle fight against the newly appointed empire as you have rejected the shutdown code and reawakened a whole fleet as the battle seems to be winding down in your favor suddenly a star destroyer jumps in above and a shuttle comes down to the surface, out steps Darth Vader, several other landing craft also touch down, the end of the battle has come, fight against Darth Vader and win for the alternative history ending, lose the battle for an ending that is mostly historical with some minor alternative changes. The Gameplay, fight over the galaxy in any era from the clone wars to the era of the first order, with a map view reminiscent of empire at war, build your fleet from any ship from the faction you are playing as, customize each ships loadout if you want a corvette that is only ion weaponry with heavy armor, you can make it, if you want to have a battle cruiser that only has missiles and extremely heavy shields, then you can make it, even chose the loadouts of the troops on board, if you want to make a carrier that only has boarding craft and every troop on the craft having only rocket launchers, go for it. Battle online with friends or bots, when you start up the multiplayer for Star Wars Galaxy Conquest you are given an option, do you want to start in a cantina as a mercenary who can be recruited for the highest bid and join any fight regardless of morality, or do you pick a faction you enjoy most(faction change is possible but requires setting player level back to one) from the heroic clones of the republic, to the dastardly forces of the first order, once you pick your faction you enter the command ship, here you will que up for large scale battles or small skirmishes, example: queuing up for a large scale battle as the rebellion, when you find a game the alarms and red flashing lights on the command ship go off, and you head down to a fighter, after the fighter is launched you end the cutscene and begin flying off to the start of the battle with your squad, as you approach there is no extra noise no music no orders being shouted(they were being shouted in the cutscene and objectives pop up on the top right of the screen) the battle has not yet commenced, you see the enemy fighter screen and begin opening fire, as you do so the rest of your squad and other rebels fire as well, your ship is taken down after destroying two tie interceptors, you chose to respawn as ground assault and get into your dropship, as you are over the planet of naboo your ship heads down to theed and sets down letting out you and other ground troops, you look up at the battle in space and steel yourself for the battle ahead you duck into cover and open fire on some stormtroopers, skipping to around the middle of the battle, you are back in a ship and are firing at the main engines of the star destroyer after having crippled the rest of it, the star destroyer lights up and begins to fall down to the battle below, it crashes on the plains just outside theed(the battle field is large) stormtroopers are pouring out of it from any exit to join the battle, you then aid the ground battle by strafing the ground in spots where the enemy is highly concentrated, a rebel trooper picks up a spawned power up that is only available after the enemy capital ship is blown up, it is binoculars on use targets a spot and your capital ship begins bombarding the area with its loadout, the enemy has been defeated. Coming to you on PC, XBOX X|S, and PS5, fully cross compatible only 35$. DLC one, From the beginning of the rise of Revan to the start of the return of the sith empire(old republic online) play an all new campaign and online matchmaking with Legends. DLC two, an all new mode, infinites Skirmish, fight as a battle droid against the rebellion, or as the first order against the clone troopers, if you have DLC one then play as Darth Revan against Kylo Ren of the first order, both DLC are only 15$ each)
I have no clue as to how to make a game, so if anyone wants it just make sure to give me a free copy with both the DLC when you are finished with it.

Dave was an ordinary guy, nothing going for him and nothing really going against him, one day when simply minding his own business and crossed the street to head home from a day of work, well I think we all know where that is heading, so let’s focus on someone else... ah here we go *ahem* 

This is the story of a man who defied fate itself and strove to be different, will he succeeded, well let’s find out


(*so I got bored one day and had my phone in hand and went why not so here is my first ever written story criticizing is fine and wholeheartedly accepted due to not having any experience*)

[*any object, place, person or reference in this story is not owned by me and I would like to credit to the actual owners of them*]

((*please don't expect a stable update of chapters, this is on a whim and just something I decided to do for some fun*))


Chapter twelve: 

Cale . I knew you'd come for me. Malak thought you might be scared to enter the temple, he doesn't know you like I do. Not anymore. Not since you've changed. 

Quickly, Bastila- come we with us! We have to escape before Malak arrives! Juhani said. 

Escape? You don't understand. I have sworn allegiance to Lord Malak and the Sith, I am no longer a pawn of the Jedi Council. Replied Bastila. 

A pawn of the Jedi Council? What are you talking about? Asked Cale Lestin. 

Surely you know what I mean, Cale. Look at what the Council did to you, they turned you into their puppet. The same thing they do to all who are truly strong in the Force. They speak of the dark side as if it something to be feared. But in reality their only goal is to manipulate those who are strong in the Force . The fear of the dark side is a tool to maintain control. Why do you think the Jedi forbid you and Malak from joining the Mandalorian wars? They knew you would realize your true potential and break free from of their domination. Malak has shown me that the Jedi Council have been using me the same way they once tried to use you. They've got holding me back because they knew one day I would surpass them all. Bastila said. 


No. I don't believe it! How could you betray us like this, Bastila? Asked Cale. 


I resisted at first. I endured the Sith torments with the passionless serenity of a true Jedi, emptying my mind. But after a week of endless tortures I finally saw the truth. Malak forced me to acknowledge my anger and pain. He showed me the liberating power of these emotions. Then he made me see how the Jedi Council has denied me what is mine by right! The Jedi Council gladly used my Battle Meditation in their wars, but they treated me like a child- like an inferior. They were jealous of my power... of what I could become! They wanted me to bow and call them Master and follow their code and obey their order. All the while they were using my Battle Meditation for  their own use! Replied Bastila .


I am Cale Lestin, a member of the Jedi Order. Said Cale. 


You used to be Cale Lestin, a member of the Jedi Order, but no longer. You are simply a pawn of the Jedi Council and the Republic they serve... like I was until Malak freed me from their shackles! A pity the power you once had is so diluted in you. You could have been strong as I am now... stronger, even. But that will never happen, now. With the power of the Star Forge I will kill Malak and crush the Republic. But I will do so after killing you! Replied Bastila. 


(After the battle against Bastila Shan. ) 


You are stronger than I would have thought possible, after what the Jedi Council did to you. Seems like Malak was wrong- the power of the dark side is not lost to you after all, Cale. Bastila said. 


Now you see my true power! Replied Cale. 


Yes, Cale! I was there when you almost died in the trap set by the Jedi Council, I used the Force to preserve your life. We are forever linked by my actions on that bridge. The Council tried to exploit our bond. They hoped your memories would lead me to the Star Forge. But in our shared visions of the Star maps I also tasted the power of the taint within you! You deserve to rule by my side, not Malak. I see that now. Together we can destroy my old Master. Join with me and become my apprentice! Bastila told him. 


How can I join you, if I don't remember who I am? Asked Cale Lestin. 


Your mind was badly damaged to ever fully restore your memories, Cale. But your power, your strength of will, these things still remain! Once long ago you defied the Jedi Council, freeing yourself from their control. You can claim your rightful title as my apprentice. Together we can defeat Malak and take back what is rightfully ours! Bastila told him. 


How do I know you won't betray me? Cale Lestin asked her. 


It is your loyalty that will keep you as my apprentice. I swore allegiance to Malak only because I thought you lost the power you once wielded. But you have proven yourself in our power. I see you possess the strength to help me destroy Malak. Now I see you will make a worthy Sith Apprentice. Bastila told him. 


Yes! Together we can rule the galaxy! Replied Cale Lestin. 


Listen to me... the dark side leads to death and destruction. I've seen the horrors the Sith have unleashed on the galaxy. Turn away from this path. Replied Jolee Bindo. 


Shut up, old man. Your time is over! The age of the Jedi and the Republic is no more! This is the age of Darth Venus and and the Sith! Bastila told him. 


Don't do this, kid. I don't want to, but I'll fight you if I have to. Even if it cost me my life. Replied Jolee Bindo. 


Then you must die! Cale Lestin said. 


A true Jedi would never bow to the Sith. If this is your decision then I have no choice but to do battle against you. Replied Juhani. 


Kill her! Rend her flesh! Show her the fate of all who stand against us! Embrace the power of the dark side! Bastila Shan told Cale. 


Death to the Jedi! Said Cale Lestin. 


Yes! The sacrificial blood will consecrate this ancient temple in the name of the Sith! With the death of the Jedi the birth of Darth Venus and Darth Zeth will be complete! Replied Bastila. 


(After the death of Jolee Bindo and Juhani two Jedi Knights. ) 


We will have to disable the energy shield around the temple before we can leave. There is a computer here on the temple summit that can access the power generators. We can also disable the disruptor field that protects the Star Forge. Otherwise, the Ebon Hawk won't be able to leave the planet without crashing. 


(Time skip. ) 


Bastila you're alive! I was worried about you. For a minute there I was sure we'd never see you again once Malak got his... w... wait a minute. Where are Juhani and Jolee Bindo? Are they okay? What exactly happened inside that temple? Asked Carth Onasi. 


I've reclaimed the title of Darth Zeth. Carth. Cale Lestin told him. 


The Jedi Council has failed, Carth. Cale Lestin as become my apprentice! Together we will destroy Malak and seize his fleet, then use it to crush the Republic!  Juhani and Jolee would not swear loyalty to me the new ruler of the Sith. They died for their foolishness. Now swer loyalty to me, or face your own death! Bastila said. 


What? No! We serve the Republic! You're no better than Malak! We'll never swear allegiance to one who serves the dark side! Carth said. 


I guess we'll just have to kill you all! Darth Zeth told him. 


Wait, Lord Zeth. Carth only speaks for himself, he does not speak for the others. He may find he stands alone here! The droids will continue to serve us Cale, they are programmed to obey their Masters. And there are others who might join us. The Republic is doomed. The Sith as returned! Who will swear loyalty to me? Bastila said. 


You're Bastila and I'll follow you anywhere. It doesn't matter who you're fighting against. I'll be by your side. Mandalorians don't have any great love for the Republic anyway. Light side dark side. It doesn't matter. It makes no difference to me Bastila. I'll stick by you no matter what comes. Canderous told her. 


Not everyone is willing to throw their life away to the Republic, Carth! Darth Zeth said. 


I saw what the Sith did to Taris- anyone who serves the dark side is evil! Biz Z and I are with Carth on this one! Mission said. 


No, Mission. I am bound by a life debt. I must stand with Bastila. Zaalbar said. 


Zaalbar. Bastila's a Sith! Just like Malak! It's not betrayal if you break your life debt now! Mission told her friend. 


If I go back on my vow I am betraying myself, my people and my ancestors. I cannot do that. Please Mission, join us. Zaalbar pleaded to her friend. 


No, Zaalbar. I don't care! I won't help the Sith against the Republic! Not for anything! Not even for you! Mission replied. 


You don't have to help the Sith, Mission. Not while I'm here. I see now it was a mistake to let you go into the temple alone. I should have seen this coming. First Saul Karath, and now you guys. I should be an expert in betrayal by now! But nothing you say can make me betray the Republic, and I won't stand by and let you become a ruler of the Sith, Bastila! Carth said. 


You don't stand a chance against all of us, Carth. Darth Zeth replied. 


Run for it, Mission! Go! Go! Carth said while running for his life. 


Let him go! We have more things to worry about. We have to get to the Star Forge and kill Malak. Then we can turn our attention to the Republic. Bastila told her apprentice, while giving his shoulder a tight squeeze. 


No this can't be happening! It can't be happening! Mission said. 


You should have run while you had the chance. Darth Zeth told her. 


No! I'm not going to just stand by and do nothing. You and Bastila will just have to kill me! But I don't think ya'll will. I don't believe you've gone over to the dark side Bastila. I don't think you will kill me. Not if I attack you first. Mission said. 

I won't kill. But Zaalbar will, if I tell him to. Bastila replied. 


I have sworn allegiance to you Bastila. I will serve you as long as I draw breath. I will not break my bow. But you cannot ask me to kill my best friend. Zaalbar told Bastila. 


Looks like you have to do your own dirty work Bastila. If you got the guts! Mission replied. 


Bastila then uses (Mind Control on Zaalbar. ) You swore a life debt to me, Zaalbar! You will do as I say! 


I have no choice. The life debt is greater than any single life, it is a solemn vow of all my people. I cannot break it, not even for you. Forgive me, Mission. Zaalbar said with tears in his eyes. 


Zaalbar, what are you saying? Bastila can't force you to do anything you don't want to! It's me, Big Z- Mission! Mission total her Wookie friend. 


Mission, forgive me!!! Zaalbar cried once more. 


Please, Zaalbar don't do this! Please! No!!! Zaalbar then decapitated his sixteen year old friend, leaving her body to wither on the floor. 


Well done, my Master. You are as ruthless as your old Master ever was! Cale Lestin told Bastila. 

Bastila Shan, hero; savior, conqueror, villain, traitor. A female Jedi who left Coruscant to join Darth Malak and returned a disciple of the dark side bent on destroying the Republic. The Jedi Council is all but destroyed, but the price of destroying them is very high. As her and her new Master Darth Malak uses the power of the Star Forge, and Bastila's= Battle Meditation to destroy the Republic and the Jedi Order. 

As Bastila Shan becomes Darth Venus she and her new Master Darth Malak will wreck havoc across the galaxy.

Star Wars the Old Republic is one of my favorite MMORPGS of all time. I had sadly missed the launch, as I was during the time in my World of Warcraft days and spent all my time on that and work, but around the time Warlords of Draenor (one of the expansions to WoW) I felt tuckered out of the game. I had loved the story of World of Warcraft and during Warlords of Draenor, I realized I no longer liked the story that much. After the Lich King I felt that spark when questing start to falter, and my love for the story start to dwindle.
Around that time I picked up Star Wars the Old Republic and fell in love immediately. I quickly played through the game, and created a guild filled with friends. The times there were amazing, but sadly it didn't last too long. Very quickly the guild branched off to do other things, or just left the guild. Very quickly the guild turned into a group of seven friends. And at Alex and other people's want, we started playing other games like Call of Duty, League of Legends and more. Slowly the group left SWTOR, not picking it up again. Only two others of our group and I still played on and off again, that is, until Onslaught came out. I showed it to the group and wished for us all to play again like the good old days, this got most of them excited. I just felt glad I got some of the guild back together to play the game again.

"Alright bois, are we creating new characters or are we still gonna play with our old ones?" I said, taking command of the group like I usually did. 
A incoherent torrent of voices as everyone talked over each other responded frustrating me greatly. I mean come on, I almost always gotta tell everyone to not talk over people but no one seems to listen.
"Ok ok, one at a time... Mono, do you still have your character?" I frustratingly cried out in an attempt to organize the messy Discord call. It didn't help much, as I don't think anyone heard me, and the call took an uncomfortable amount of time quieting down. 
Exasperated, I asked once more just to test the waters of the call, my fingers crossed in hopes of things staying orderly, "Ok again, Mono do you still have your character?" 
"Yes, but I kinda want to make a new one. Relive the good ol' days y'know." Mono replied. 
 "Ooh!" Piped up Justin, the competitive one of our bunch, "Lets make a challenge or whatever of it! Half of us go Imperial and half go Republic, and compete to see who reaches the new Onslaught DLC first!" 
"Yeah!" Chimed in Sasha, "That would be a great idea! Dibs on Republic." 

After much discussion the teams were decided: Imperials were Alex, Mono, Brian, and myself, Jamie. Republic was Justin, Sasha, other Justin (nicknamed Biggie), and David. I then suggested to go to different calls so as to not interrupt other people's planning on how to go through the game, and everyone agreed so we all left.

Then came deciding everyone's class. I was fine with anything, but Alex really wanted to go the Inquisitor and Mono really wanted to go DPS. After some careful decision-making Mono chose the Imperial class, Brian wanted to try the Bounty Hunter class as he had not tried it before. That left me with the Sith Warrior. Not really a bad class, but best at tank. With roles set, we all went together to build our characters, which took a lot of time...

I ended up as a Pureblood Sith Male with the sides completely shaven off leaving only a large streak of black hair on the middle of his head, orange-red eyes, a harsh and sharp face to match the Sith bad boy aesthetic, a tall and bulky figure with deep red skin. The name I decided on was Kadon. 

Alex decided on creating a female character, which we gave him some flak for doing. His excuse was that "if I'm gonna look at an ass all game it better be a good one." His character ended up looking as a human female with straight black hair barely reaching her shoulders, clear gray eyes, pale white skin, soft and smooth facial features, and the average body figure option in the game. He named her Ashlynn, which gave me the feeling that he was creating a genderbent version of himself.. but that's his own business...

Mono chose a Male Cyborg with light-brown messy hair, light blue eyes, a youth-full teen face scarred on the right side of his face with two mechanical supports going through the bottom area of his cheek for the bottom of his jaw, a scrawny small figure with moderately tanned skin. He randomized until he found something suitable and this was the first preset that caught his eye. He chose to name his character Monochrome Robot, as a slight play on his name. I thought it was kinda funny, but no one really laughed except me when he announced the name...

Brian ended up with a Bald Male Rattataki with light blue (almost white) eyes, three small triangular pieces of jewelry embedded into his skin on each side starting from the middle of his cheek up to the bottom of his ear, a scar starting from just above where his eyebrow would be going down through his nose into the left side of his cheek, four long striped tattoos on the upper side of his head and two short stripes going down from the middle of his eyes. The name he chose was simply Guts. Only that name was already taken so I recommended he put some more z's to it and so he put Gutzz. That name was taken too. He kept on adding z's until it worked. It ended up being Gutzzzzzzzz. He wanted to look like a "badass" "seen some shit" stereotypical mercenary but wanted to try to be a bit different and original so added the stripes and jewelry.

With all our characters ready, we simultaneously clicked Play at my behest. Only, the game didn't start. Instead, the whole world faded into black...

A small group of friends decide to come back to Star Wars: The Old Republic and all make new characters... Only as they finish their character creation they are transported into the world of Star Wars! May the Force be with them.. This will follow the Warrior's story and be from his point of view. The Story will follow the class missions pretty linearly for a good while until I get more comfortable writing... I obviously don't own Star Wars: The Old Republic so all rights for Star Wars: The Old Republic goes to Bioware and their Overlord, Electronic Arts Inc. alongside Disney and Lucasfilm. Releases will be Monday with two chapters and Friday with three chapters around 2:00 Pacific Standard Time

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