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A human from Origin Earth is reincarnated as a Yautja. His new name now is Bido of the Dark Blade Clan. An elite member of the clan. He then finds himself being transmigrated into the star wars universe after a navigation error sent him through a super-massive black hole. ------------------------------ [Also, if you can spare a moment to check out my other novel "Book of Dreams and Nightmares", I'll appreciate it. Hopefully you'll like that novel too. :) ] Hey readers! I started a discord server for my readers. I made it in hopes of eventually having some fan art and community building. Join by copying on the link below! https://discord.gg/kYJwW6AB3C My support page on ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/golddragonmachina Patreon Page https://patreon.com/GoldDragonMachina?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink
I am Bido, an elite hunter of the Dark Blade Clan and inventor of the Predator techno-armor. A male specimen of my species. I was navigating back to Yautja Prime after hunting a xenomorph hive by myself. It is something I like to do once a year. My ship jostles violently and alarms start blaring. I run myself to the cockpit and find out my ship somehow had the bright idea to go through a super-massive black hole. I take a look at my nav coordinates and find out my I misinput a single number. The coordinate number was supposed a 1, but I pressed 2 by accident.
"Fuck, well, let's hope I reincarnate somewhere cool again.", I say in acceptance. There was no way I could escape from the center of a super-massive black hole. I don't even know how my ship isn't crushed right now. Also, yes, I'm a reincarnated person. I was previously human, I died and was born to a female Yuatja. That process of birth was quite an experience. I could be considered lucky though.
I was genetically modified through different stages of my development in my mother's "womb". As a result, I became even bigger, stronger, faster, and smarter than even the general genetically modified larger variants of my race. My clan went all the way modifying me. I stood 2.75 meters(9ft) tall and weighed 363 kilos(800 lbs) of pure muscle. I became an excellent hunter, the serpents were no match for me and the Oomans were no match either. Oomans were what we called humans. Hunting my previous kind wasn't that bad. It was kind of fun watching them desperately struggle and use any tricks they could. I could see why humans were a prized hunting prey for us. No one could even tell how long I would live. Which is neat as my kind live hundreds of years naturally.
Now, my ship violently rocks and I'm now in space in the middle of nowhere. My ship is damaged, but my ship is made from nanites. It will self-repair in due time. For now, I try to see where I am. My ship computer shows that none of the surrounding stars or planets are recognized. I'm in uncharted space.
"Fuck", I say in English. I speak in English when I'm on the hunt for Oomans or alone. I land on a jungle planet with my ship cloaking active. I started walking around cloaked and started to remember the scenery here.
I think, "Wait a damn moment! Isn't this Felucia!" I find a small village of farmers that look like, "Felucians! I am in the Star Wars universe! Haha, this is going to be fun."
I should gleam some information from these spice farmers. I see an old Felucian walking around and approach them after deciphering their language with my bio helmet. I uncloak as I walk towards them wearing my black techno-suit with green visor and lights.. I do my signature predator clicking and popping noise that I will refer too as plicking.
I asks in a deep voice, "Elder Felucian, I need a star map." The elder trembles and gulps, "I have a star map, here." The elder gives me a holo-pad. I take the pad and leave without a sound. I take the time to kill a Felucian village scout on my way out since he was alone though. Not the best of prey, but still armed with a bolt rifle. It is still new genetic material, so I'll still took the time.
I take the information from the holo-pad and the ship's navigation is updated. "Perfect, the star map also had dates on it. I'm 20 years before the invasion of Naboo. This gives me a lot of time to hunt. I'll have my research A.I. work on creating a space-bridge back to my previous universe, or galaxy. I still don't know if I really did jump universes or I simply jumped galaxies.
I then have the thought, "There are many humanoid races in this galaxy too. Perhaps I can finally not be reluctant to have sex. Yautja females aren't exactly appealing and it felt wrong to copulate with "prey". Hopefully, I can find a female alien I find attractive whose race I haven't hunted." I start thinking, "Know what, I won't hunt humanoid races at all so my taste for them doesn't turn into disgust at the thought of copulation with them. Good old fashioned killing won't count though, nor bounty hunting."
For my first hunt, I was thinking a Gotal. I guess my first destination was Antar 4. I'll have to capture some force sensitives to find out how they tick too, hehe.
