The overthrow of the Republic is complete. The Separatist forces have been smashed, the Jedi Council nearly dominated, and the rest of the Jedi Order all but destroyed. Now absolute power rests in the iron fist of Darth Sidious - the cunning Sith Lord better known as the former Senator, now Emperor Palpatine. But more remains to be done. Pockets of Resistance in the galaxy must still be defeated and missing Jedi accounted for... and dealt with. These crucial tasks fall to Darth Vader. In turn, the Dark Lord has groomed a female lethal apprentice entrusted with a top secret mission to comb the galaxy and dispatch the last of her's Master's enemies, thereby punctuating the dark sides victory with the Jedis doom.

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin aka Star Dust and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Caleb is a Star Wars fan who died in his sleep. But while he thought to reach heaven or hell, a message appears before his eyes.


[System Activation: Star Wars Universe]

[Create your new body!]


* The main character is based on Khal Drogo (not GOT's one) https://swfanon.fandom.com/wiki/Khal_Drogo, I do not own the rights to the thumbnail image.


** I do not own any intellectual property in Star Wars.

**La version française se trouve ici : https://www.webnovel.com/book/star-wars-redone-(fr)_18653377205460005

Ok. I got really inspired by a certain Story (https://www.webnovel.com/book/15750285505831005/Star-Wars-New-Order) which has brought my Star Wars NUT back. whelp, get ready for some more bull shit.

Our MC Kylo Ray is a hardcore Star Wars Fan who was on his way home from a Star Wars meet up and died from a heat stroke being overweight and the sweltering summers heat.

Join Kylo as he journeys through the Star Wars Universe and becomes either the hope of all life throughout the Galaxy, or the one to bring it's downfall.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Star Wars Franchise and all rights go to their respective owners. The only thing I own from this fanfic is my character and the creativity put into his Journey... Please support the Official Release of the actual Star Wars Movies

When I awoke I was alone in a forest, I heard the songs of the birds the howls of wolves from far away... it was peaceful and beautiful nothing like earth in the slightest on earth most forest were ruined by human hands entire ecosystems destroyed just so someone could get more profit. They did not care if they made a species go extinct it disgusted me that's why I made a company completely built on artificial products... just so we did not have to destroy earth more than we already have. All of my thoughts were disrupted by a voice neither feminine or manly.

'Welcome Host to the Star Wars System, The Host has received a starter package would you like to open It?'

"Wait I have a system entirely based on Star Wars? Does that mean I can get anything and everything from the Star Wars Universe?" 

'Correct'

"Well that's fantastic, open the starter package please."

With a said a robe with a silver mask with no facial features and a blaster pops out 

'The Host has received a DH-17 Blaster Pistol with infinite ammo, Kharnis Exile Robe, and a Blank Silver Mask to hide facial features from public'

I equipped everything and no matter how I look at it I look an assassin. I slowly started walking through the forest to find a hint of civilization.
After walking for over 2 hours I found a dirt road and decided to follow it after walking for what felt like a few kilometers in the distance I heard a galloping sound coming from behind me. When I turned around I saw a carriage rushing down the road with little green men chasing the people in the carriage I heard screaming coming from the coach driving the carriage 

"HELP! PLEASE HELP US PLEASE! ANYONE!"

The Coach finally noticed me and started screaming towards me as well 

"You Adventurer Please help us kill the Goblins chasing us! We can reward you!"

When he said reward I just remembered I don't have any money on me so might as well help me especially since I'm armed with a blaster so it should be helpful when killing the little fantasy monsters 

So one by one I shot each and every Goblin in a different area but they would die anywhere I shot them so I did not really have to Aim seeing how weak the goblins are.

The Coach and whoever is inside the carriage have their mouths gaped open with an egg due to how quick and easy Lucifer is killing the Gobs.

After all of the Gobs died Lucifer got a Notification from the system 

'The Host has killed 7 Goblins, the Host has been rewarded 14 SW Points' 

I was confused about what the points were for so, of course, I asked the system. 

'The points are used to buy something from the SW universe'

With that being said I now knew what they could be used for so I asked the system how much a Holocron was.

'The Random Holocron Option is 100 SW Points while a specific Holocron costs 500 Points'

Well ain't that interesting anyway I start walking towards the carriage and they look like they are afraid of me.

The coach regained his composure and spoke out loud

"We thank you for saving us Adventurer, if you follow us we will award you at the city"

I nod and follow the carriage until we get to town

A StarWars enthusiast is reincarnated into the StarWars universe with a system.

What will be the challenges our MC, Osiris Blight will face?

Stunned by what I see around me, I realize that this truly is the Star Wars universe and that I need to get out of here quickly! A group of some sort of humanoid creatures are starting to eye me suspiciously. Looking closer at them it seems that there are two wired squid looking aliens coming at me and one three eyed alien in the middle walking slightly ahead of these two.

Finally I am able to put two and two together as I remember the Star Wars books and movies I have seen in the past! The two at the sides with the freaky looking tentacle appendages are a species called Quarren and the middle one with three long eyes popping out of it's head with his similarly elongated mouth is called a Gran. 

Somewhat still freaking out that this is happening in real life and not a dream I pinch my self to make sure that i'm not hallucinating. Drawing in a sharp breath I am able to finally come to terms that God wasn't just messing around, I really am in Star Wars now. Alright then lets go meet these three and try to find my barrings about where In Coruscant I am and what should I do now that I am here.

"Yo, whats up my friends long time no see, would any of you three be willing to tell me where in Coruscant I am and how to get out and back into the city?" As I asked them a probing question trying to get a feel for their intentions my eyes are constantly darting around the alleyway looking for something that I can use to my advantage. In total I see a Large trash bin with some metal sticks pointing out of it as well as plenty of trash along the ground and a faint chill in the air that somehow seems to be warning me to stay alert and ready for battle. At this time I take notice of my own body. I'm small compared to the three who are now ten steps away from me, taking a glance at my hands I can't help but to get annoyed. I am now just a kid I mean come on I could have easily beaten the three if it was my old body but nope back to being a kid again. I only hope that Mandalorians' don't have to go through puberty like the humans back on Earth, I am not looking froward to that if it is indeed the case. But anyway my thoughts have started to stray it seems, the three men are now only a few steps ahead of me and now looking down on me. 

"So little boy what are you doing in this part of Coruscant? Hmmm this really is no place for a child to be, especially at this time at night with no adults". The Gran says while disregarding my question. Once again I cant help but let out a mental sigh first, i'm in the body of a kid, and now the two Quarren are trying to get to my sides where my blind spot will be when focusing on the Gran. 

Noticing their apparent lack of caution as the draw even closer gives my an idea for a battle plan as i see the gun looking objects at their waist's. 

Once I attack I will only have a moment or two before they draw their guns and shoot me. Alright I think to myself I know what I need to do, "Hello Mr. Gran" I say still putting on my calm and happy facade as I walk towards him. "would you be so kind as to remind me which way it is to the temple? I seem to have got myself lost again". "Why yes of course I can, why don't you just follow me and i'll show you the way". He says not as a question but as a statement, "sure thing sir thanks for the help" I replied and the moment before he is able to speak another word I feel a sense of danger washing over my telling me to attack and escape.

With out a moments hesitation I strike, closing the one and a half foot gap between us in an instant. I use the best move that any kid in my past world or any world would know to do when confronting strangers. However, I also decide that for maximum damage to use my Muy-Thai skills and lift up my knee with as much force as I can muster. Smashing it into the Gran's groin *pop**pop* two resounding pops sound out from his groin as he falls to his knees. 

Before the other two register what has just transpired I grab the blaster put of the Gran's holster and fire it at the two Quarrens' chest. Watching as they automatically fall down and their blasters bounce along the ground I am glad that I acted decisively or else it would have been me laying on the ground lifeless. Looking at the Gran as he is shivering in pain, he stares at me hatefully while quickly reaching into his coat pocket bringing out what looks like a futuristic grenade. 

Before he is able to click the red button and I am able to raise my blaster too end this Gran, a tall man in a brown clock with white robes beneath appears behind the Gran. *zomm {[ lightsaber sound effect ]}* "AHHHHHH" the Gran screams as his hand is separated from his body along with the grenade due to the green light saber.

Finally, finished raising my blaster up I fire and hit the Gran straight in the chest while he is still screaming. At last he collapses onto the floor un-moving This all took a while to describe but happened in a matter of seconds. 

// Jedi pov:

I was Just sent on a mission by my master, Jedi Master Dooku, to track down and apprehend some lowlifes who are dealing in slave trade and illegal weapons that we had just caught information about due to our mole on the inside of their operation. 

A few hours latter, I finished apprehending the leaders of this operation in the outer rims of the dark area of Coruscant and freeing up the poor kids who i swiftly sent back to the temple alongside a squadron of armed guards. While I was about to follow them back to the temple I suddenly felt a shift in the Force a few blocks away. 

Rushing to the area I am very surprised to see a young child who looks to be around seven or eight years old finish shooting two lowlifes with what i presume to be the third members blaster due to the fact that his holster is empty and he is crouching on the ground in pain. when the boy is finished dispatching the two he turns around and notices the Gren start to take out a proton grenade. Not wanting to let the young child die I decide to intervene and save him. 

I quickly use the force to arrive behind the Gren and swiftly draw my light saber and slice of his hand.  At that moment the boy fires his blaster and ends the Gren. Looking at him I feel as if the force is dancing around him while rejoicing that this boy is unharmed.

Curious I look into the boy's eyes and see the caution in them, as his eyes are darting about searching for the best escape root in case he feels threatened. Calmly I retract my light saber as the boy lowers his blaster while warily looking at me. "Hello young one what is your name?" I ask in a soothing tone as not to startle the boy. looking up at me with his green eyes "Finn" he answers "my name is Finn". "Well Finn it is nice to meet you" I state unable to suppress my chuckle, "you can call me Jinn", "but my full name is Qui-Gon Jinn".

Feel free to pick this up. I've been attending a military college and have no way to really work on this.

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in 2005, just after the release of star wars: episode 3, our up and coming valadictorian is about to graduate from high school and move on the Stanford with a full ride for Wrestling. Unfortunately, while he is bingewatching all of the previous star wars movies and cartoons after a stressing week of finals he hears and intruder in his home and a loud shriek from his mother...




Thank you for reading this is my first fan fic so I would love to hear what everyone thinks in the comments about the novel or anything you would like to see.

//* I do not own the star wars franchise/the cover art or any characters besides my OC's *\\

"How go your lessons, young one?"
The apparently innocuous question hung in the silence of the dining room, the tone in which it was uttered underscoring its importance.
"Quite well, Father," I replied. "I am ahead in the sciences, in fact." And behind in economics and piloting simulations. I had trouble understanding the economy of one planet in my past life, and the galaxy was fucking huge in comparison. Plus, even though my new body had much better reflexes than I was used to, they only meant I crashed my simulated ships that much earlier when I reacted badly to another starship cutting the line in a busy spaceport. I didn't say so though; if I'd learned anything in the past month was that honesty was a bad idea.
"As well you should be, Daughter," the tall, aristocratic-looking man with the high cheekbones, long silver hair, and milky white eyes said. "You are the most recent member of a lineage destined for greatness, improved over the generations. Ours are the gifts of genius, superior vitality, and perfected genetics far above those of the average sentient. Scientists, engineers, economic advisors, highly successful merchants; those have been your ancestors for as far back as the line bred true."
Yeah, Daddy Andrim was crazy. Not crazy-insane, but sufficiently advanced arrogance was indistinguishable from madness. If he was not spitting out not-so-subtle racial superiority rhetoric, he regaled me with tales of his mercantile genius, or he pointed out the flaws of my elder half-sister, a product of Mother's previous, supposedly unworthy husband. As far as I had managed to uncover, Jestra Andrim was a smart, competent young woman that, unusually for a member of Kuat's aristocracy, was uninterested in captaining her own ship. Further information on her, even holoimages beyond some older ones in Astra's personal datapad, was mysteriously absent. It was fishy, but my curiosity was tempered by self-preservation; I had more than enough problems to deal with already. Digging into things older members of my House wanted to keep secret was a bad idea.
The rest of the dinner passed in awkward silence. Genius or no, "Daddy" probably had no idea how to interact with young girls, and I had no intention to interact with him more than absolutely necessary. The food, however, was awesome. A dish of fried crustaceans I did not recognize, accompanied by a light sauce and blue cheese for an opener. Actual blue cheese, as it had been made by blue milk, but also fermented like its Earth equivalent. The second dish was breast meat and skin from some equally unknown avian, roasted and cut into thin slices, accompanied by sweet and sour bean sauce and rice pancakes. Last but not least, there was a thick vegetable and meat soup. As expected of Kuati cuisine, it had a strong Far Eastern flavor. Two helpings of every dish were quite filling, though Daddy didn't eat nearly as much. Apparently, while I had inherited enhanced metabolism from him, its full efficiency did not develop until later; for at least another four or five years I'd be looking forward to eating like a professional athlete back on Earth.
Double helpings of really expensive, incredibly tasty meals; I could live with that. Plus, I needed the calories.

xxxx xxxx xxxx
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"Ratty, set up the remotes to level two, increase artificial gravity by another 0.1 standards, with two-thirds repulsorsuit efficiency."
"As you wish, Lady Andrim," the tutor droid replied with a hint of exasperation. She either disliked her new nickname or disapproved of my new activities. She'd had to deal with it; as much as my robotic tutor's feminine personality and aristocratic air had grown on me over the past month, this was the freaking Star Wars galaxy, emphasis in "wars". Not knowing how to defend myself was absolutely idiotic. Fortunately, while the KSS Doughnut might be a merchant ship, it was a large merchant ship belonging to an independent megacorporation with its own defense force.
Luckehulk-class ships were large. To get an idea of how large, imagine a doughnut with a ping-pong ball in the middle; that was roughly the shape of said ship. Now, if the doughnut-Lucrehulk scale held true, remember those mile-long Imperial Star Destroyers form A New Hope? One of those forty-megaton starships would fit one and a half times in the cargo hold of a Lucrehulk... specifically, the relatively small cargo hold that was part of the central sphere represented by the ping-pong ball. One of the decks in the main disc could get up to three square miles in total surface area, and the ship had a lot of decks. It was a vast, cavernous construct the size of a small city, meant to carry all the materials needed by an entire planet for a week across the galaxy. Thus it had taken me nearly a week of searching various maps and an impromptu local geography lesson by Ratty to even find both the room and equipment to address the unable-to-defend-self stupidity. But found them I did, and in the three weeks since then I had seen considerable improvement.
Three training remotes jumped from behind random debris in the small cargo hold. The size and rough shape of motorcycle helmets, they were studded with miniature blaster turrets all over their surface, turrets aiming at me even as their bearers revealed themselves. Refusing to panic, I lifted my own training blaster and shot at the first automated opponent even as I moved. Three weeks ago, I'd never have managed to lift my weapon in time. Two weeks ago, the remote would have fired first. One week ago, I'd have beaten this thing to the punch, only for the bolt to fly wide. Not this time, though. For once, the crackling blue energy of a droid-stunner struck true, and the first remote fell to the ground, dead.
There was no time for self-congratulations as the other two remotes fired before I could line up another shot. Tiny bolts of lightning flew where my torso and head had been only a split second before, sizzling by as they missed by inches. Struggling against the increased artificial gravity and the extra weight of the dark blue bodysuit I wore, I fired again and was rewarded with yet another drone failing. The third remote was still in action, however, and managed to hit me with its second shot. A tiny, harmless bolt struck the suit less than an inch below my diaphragm, and the sinister training device produced a powerful shock meant to simulate being hit by a blaster bolt in the gut. Feeling as if I'd been kicked by a giant, mutated Bantha, I frantically rolled aside while trying to draw breath. The "simulated" shock coupled with the increased gravity made for a bad combination, and I faceplanted on the metal floor only two erratic steps later. The training remote took the opportunity to shoot me twice in the back, the training suit simulating the pain of more shots even as its repulsor-covered surface saved me from breaking bones during the fall.
"Program terminated!"
Ignoring Ratty's smug yet still disapproving comment, I groaned then rolled to my feet. Blasters, the basic weapons in the Star Wars universe, were kinda neat. Firing superheated particles at half the speed of light, they were an order of magnitude more destructive per shot than guns of the same size back on Earth, had minimal recoil, and enough ammo to last for hundreds of shots. No matter how easy they were to fire though, they were still largely useless to anyone lacking experience. Being significantly more expensive for the average person than guns were back on Earth, not everyone could afford one. They certainly couldn't afford the power packs to practice with it. But on a Lucrehulk-class freighter, with unlimited free power available in multiple outputs in the training room to recharge spent cells? I'd shot my blaster pistol over twenty thousand times in the past few weeks, my aim and reflexes steadily improving.
"Ratty, increase artificial gravity by another 0.1 standards, with three-quarters repulsorsuit efficiency." I really did not want to get broken bones during the following hour. "Remotes at the same difficulty level, please."
Learning how to shoot might save my life one of these days, and level-two difficulty was not going to cut it. I had to do more practice now before someone else decided to use me as a target practice...

This is the tale of a young female that was sick her entire life and when she finally dies her soul occupied the body of little merchant princes.

Read for your enjoyment, I just want to spread the good works of talented people. Follow the links and support the creators.

"I will be updating this novel from the forums once a month(if there is any), so don't complain if there is nothing to read, I'm as big of a reader as any of you are XP"

This novel I bring to you from forums that not so many had visited and it's hard to find constantly updated stories.
Forum stories of origin:
https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/sedition-star-wars-separatist-si.546136/reader/

All right for star wars and etc are reserved by their respected owned, this is work of fanfiction and made by [Belial666] Author


(ESTADO)
Anfitrión-Jhon Smith
Edad- 18 años
Misiones
 Llega al puerto espacial
Habilidades-
 -Mecánica básica,
-Principiante armas blaster,
 
-Principiante cuerpo a cuerpo
Conexión fuerza- básica
Puntos de compra- 0
Tienda (puedes invocar cualquier cosa de Starwars pero nada es gratis) (también puedes obtener habilidades)
Lotería
Invocado
Equipo-
-Rifle blaster A280
-Traje rebelde (endor)
-Vibrohoja

(Evaluación) -Apestas tío
Jhon al revisar lo que obtuvo suspiro aliviado, ahora al menos tenia algo con que protegerse, también se sorprendió que cuando sujeto el blaster y la vibrohoja sabia como usarlos, pero lo mas característico es la sensación de la fuerza.
La fuerza se siente rara como si una energía lo rodease e incluso lo traspasase, pero no es dañina, incluso beneficia ligeramente al cuerpo mejorando la coordinador.
Pero Jhon sabe que no tiene que esperar mucho de la fuerza, porque actualmente solo tiene una afinidad básica que le permite coordinar mejor el cuerpo en combate y como mucho avisar durante emergencias. Como lo sabe, simplemente lo sintió
Después de eso Jhon sujeto firmemente el blaster y salio del Bar y rápidamente fue al puerto espacial guiado por sus recuerdos.
El puerto espacial estaba a una hora caminando pero como esta en una zona de guerra es normal que no sea seguro.
A la media hora de caminar Jhon se encontró con una patrulla Flerb, como las calles son muy espaciosas pero están repletas de escombros rápidamente se puso detrás de un muro derruido en a un costado de la calle.
Jhon tenia curiosidad sobre los Flerb, así que se asomo un poco sobre la cobertura.
El vio un grupo de 4 seres parecidos a los vong de Star Wars solo que en vez de buscar la biología extrema, los Flerb tenían muchas prótesis y su aspecto eran como robots humanoides ya que sus brazos y piernas eran de bionicas y sus ojos brillaban con una luz roja, aparte de eso no eran muy diferentes de los humanos, salvo su piel verde y que median 2.10 metros de media.
"¿Que hago, Sistema alguna sugerencia?" Jhon se notaba bastante nervioso, normal para un otaku.
"al matarlos recojeras puntos de tienda y podrás comprar habilidades, armas y soldados."
Jhon rápidamente tomo una decisión, si quería escapar, tendría que ensuciarse las manos, así que rápidamente recojo una piedra del suelo y la tiro cerca de su escondite para traerlos.
Los flerb se alarmaron y fueron a verificar el sonido, mientras tanto hablaban un idioma desconocido. Según parecían sospechaban del escondite de Jhon.
Cuando los Flerb se acercaron al escondite, Jhon sintió que la fuerza le animaba a disparar, así que rápidamente se levanto, apunto y disparo.
"Tomad malditos"
Los disparos blaster dieron en el blanco bastante fácilmente ya que, los Flerb estaban a 10 metros  y estaban bastante juntos, solo uno logro disparar un poco antes de morir, pero por las prisas no acerto.
"ding.... 4 soldados basicos muertos +20 puntos"
"bueno eso fue mas simple de lo que esperaba" Jhon se sentó en el suelo mirando los cadáveres quemados de los Flerb, pensando a que estaba un paso mas de escapar.
"haber que hay en la tienda, algo de ayuda vendría bien"
(tienda)
Armas infantería
-fusil E11- 50 p 
-fusil E19 60 p
-pistola DH17 30 p
-Pistola DL-44 40p
-Blaster repetidor pesado- 1oop
-Canon rotatito Z-6- 100p
-BLaster de mano DC17 80p
-Lanzacohetes Rps-6 100p-- municion 10p
-celdas energeticas- 10p
-trajes-
-traje rebelde- 10p
-armadura clon-40p
-armadura Stormtrooper-20p
-armadura antigua republica-50p
-roja jedi-20p`
-capa sith- 20p
-mascara a eleccion-20p
-Tropas
-b1 droid- 50p
-b2 droid- 100p
-droideka- 300p
-stomtrooper- 60p
-soldado rebelde- 100p
-antiguo soldado republica- 120
-soldado clon- 200p
-padawan-3000p
-caballero jedi- 5000p
-maestro jedi-15000p
-acolito sith- 5000p
-sith- 7000p
-Darth- 20000p

"joder que caro"

Hola a todos, como veis soy un novato en todo esto y cualquier consejo es muy apreciado.

Típico que alguien muere y se reencarna con un sistema de star wars, pero como dice el titulo es en una galaxia (inventada por mi) donde la humanidad lucha por su lugar en las estrellas.

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