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.

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.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.