mandalorian revan fanfiction

Revan Shan: a Jedi knight, polymath, nap connoisseur, and adventurer enthusiast self inserted into Star Wars 100 years before the start of EP 1. It’s the journey of the adventure that makes it fun. There are some funky parts or mixed up names and timelines but I’m fixing it as it goes. Also lists will be funny when reading lol. Hope y’all enjoy it the overall story though.

During one of Darth Plagueis’s experiments — on the eve of the events of Episode I — the will of the Force intervenes. The spirit of the long‑dead Darth Revan is drawn back into the living world, inhabiting the body of a test subject. How will the resurrected master of both the light and dark sides react to what the galaxy has become — to what the Jedi and the Sith have turned into? Will he choose a side in the coming conflict… or seize the fate of the galaxy for himself? *** Original name: Звездные войны: Реван возрожденный

Revan. Good and Evil. Dark Lord of the Sith. Savior of the Republic. Hero of the Mandalorian War. Traitor of the Jedi. He has been called many things, and after the Star Forge's destruction, his story was meant to end. But what happens if the Force isn't done with him? Revan and crew have set the Star Forge on a path of destruction. But when the shockwave from the exploding factory reaches them as they jump to hyperspace, they will discover that the Force has one last surprise in store for them. (I've always believed Revan to be Chaotic Neutral. And that is how I plan to write him as. Sometimes good, sometimes evil. I will be going by game lore for him.) (It's kind of slow, so I'm told. Action isn't the main focus, because Revan and crew are NOT dedicated murder-hobos.) Inspired by Zevren: "Wrath of the Force" Motivated by ObsidianRain: "Spartan in Star Wars" I obviously do not own the Star Wars franchise. I do not own the cover, I found it on google. If you like it, send some support over to my p*treon. p*treon.com/Nartleb2

Oliver awakens in a stranger's body on a desert planet, equipped with a mysterious system that grants him creature and flora manipulation powers and few sub functions He encounters the Mandalorian, Din Djarin, and together they navigate raiders, blurrgs, and a bounty hunter encampment to rescue the asset: a Force-sensitive child named Grogu.

death. rebirth. The Force Jared a normal person in life meets a rather dull death of literal boredom after being quarantined for a year and travels to the star wars universe and becomes the second mandalorian jedi. Another boy in another world will still continue this is just something I wanted to do.

He woke in an Imperial cage wearing a dead mercenary's body, with the first Mandalorian Jedi's dying thought already whispering through a blade he didn't yet hold. The Creed is the only language his stolen power will speak: the Force in him refuses telekinesis or mind-trick and surfaces instead as combat-instinct, as the pull of a foundling in danger, as beskar that sings in his helmet when he forges it with his own hands.

a veteran wakes up in the middle of a starship disaster in a galaxy far, far away. He has transmigrated into the body of a dying smuggler, but he carries a supernatural "gift" that makes him the most dangerous man in the Outer Rim: the power of Sovereign Theft. Anything he touches that belongs to someone else—from credits to starships—becomes his, instantly transferring ownership through space and time. Finding himself in the era of the New Republic, he crosses paths with Din Djarin and the legendary Beskar-clad warriors of Mandalore. Cursed with a power that forces social isolation—as a single touch can strip a friend of everything they own—he decides to use his abilities for a higher purpose. He isn't building an empire for greed; he's building a Rescue Network to save those falling through the cracks of a fractured galaxy. The Arsenal: Specialized Skills & The Curse Sovereign Theft (The Curse): A passive/active supernatural ability. Any object owned by another person is instantly "stolen" and transferred to the host upon physical contact. This includes weapons in hands or ships docked light-years away. The Cost: It cannot be turned off, making physical intimacy or simple handshakes impossible without stripping the other person of their possessions. Infiltration (Snake Template): The peak of non-Force stealth. The host can navigate high-security Imperial remnants or New Republic facilities like a ghost, manipulating guard patterns and bypassing advanced sensors through pure skill. Combat Prediction: An analytical mastery of battle. By observing physical tells and environmental variables, the host can predict an opponent's move before they make it. Note: This is a trained skill, not the Force, and cannot predict Force-guided actions. Tracking Mastery: A combination of investigative instinct and high-tech integration. The host can locate any target across the galaxy, provided they leave even the smallest trail.

Ryker Vance came down in the lava tubes beneath Nevarro holding a slag-spotted foundry ladle and an empty thermos, wearing coveralls with his name stitched on the chest, nine minutes before a covert patroller almost killed him. He is a 26-year-old Ohio Valley metallurgist who memorized The Mandalorian the way men with dull jobs and no money memorize escapes — every Mando'a phoneme, every Beskar origin, every canon beat through Season One — and now he is living inside it with abilities that bill him in Aurebesh scars and whispering armor each time he uses them. His power is SCHISM ARCHITECT: every helmet he gets removed, every clan he turns against another, every exile he engineers is a Stone he banks against the galaxy's most sacred warrior tradition.

Eric is a man from our world. Eric dies in a car accident and is transported to a waiting room. The R.O.B. (random omnipotent being) gives him three wishes and sends him on his way. I hope you all enjoy this AU (alternate universe) of Star Wars.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"