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.

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"Great, so now we just wait until Thanos arrives?" Tony asked others, sitting on one of the rocks. Now, they were on some planet, on which they thought they could suprise attack Thanos, once he arrives.

"Technically, yes." Star-lord answered him. They didn't knew, how long it would take for Thanos to get there and start a fight with them. It could be minutes, hours or even days. 

"So, um, are we stuck in here?" Peter Parker sighted and sat on the ground. Noone even noticed, that Doctor Strange was having these 'Time Stone Visions', just like we know it from the movies.

Out of the view of these people, a portal has opened in the planets atmosphere. Out of the portal, four spaceships emerged, flying really fast, yet they weren't in hyperspeed. They managed to slowdown a little.

"Everyone is alright?" Anakin Skywalker tried to contact his friends through his comlink.

"We are Anakin, but what was that? A Portal?" Ahsoka wondered and noticed that her ship was damaged "My ship was damaged during the fight, we need to land.." 

"Sure thing Ahsoka." Obi-Wan nodded, even though noone was able to see it. They all landed and jumped out of their ships. Now Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Rex and Cody were on a planet, they certainly didn't knew. It wouldn't have been that bad, if all of the our Jedi didn't felt presences of unknown people.

"Someone is here." Ahsoka announced for the clones, who weren't Force sensitive and couldn't feel the presence. Everyone grabbed their weapons and prepared for a fight. They felt like they were being watched, and that they were.

Guardians of the Galaxy, together with Peter, Tony and Doctor Strange were watching them for afar. 

"Who are they?" Peter whispered to Tony, while analysing the beings they were looking at, well only one of them which didn't look like a human.

"Peter, if we knew that, we would have told you already." Tony answered him.

"They must be with Thanos, we should attack them before they notice us and tell Thanos we're here." Star-lord said and looked at Mantis. She was the only one, who could read their minds and make sure they aren't lying.

"I agree with you." Tony nodded and again activated his suit. 

"Well, I don't agree! They could be friendly!" Peter whispered and again looked at the 'aliens'.

"But they can also be the exact opposite." Star-lord warned him. Peter sighted, knowing noone will listen to him. 

"On three everyone." Star-lord continued and started to count down. Drax didn't listen and jumped up from behind the rock and with a battle scream he ran towards the Jedi.

"Drax!" Star-lord cursed and went behind him, just like rest of his team. The Jedi already saw them, and were ready for a fight. That was the second Peter recognised something about them. Not their faces or armor, but their weapons. He was a fan of Star Wars and he knew everything about the three episodes, that were released in this universe. 

"Mr. Stark? Do you see their weapons?" Peter asked and also began running towards the other group.

"I do Peter, why?" 

"They look like those lightsabers from Star Wars! Do you see the similarity too?" Peter shot a web at one of the armored soldiers. For him, they looked like stormtroopers, but they were also quite different.

"One of them is exactly same as the one Luke Skywalker used in the first two episodes." Friday informed them, after making a scan. Peter had to avoid a couple of blasts, that came from the troopers and then he shot one of them in his hand, causing him to drop his blaster.

"Then it must be this Star Wars." Doctor Strange said, landing next to Peter. He created a portal underneath Ahsoka, but she managed to jump away from it.

"Hey, who are you? Are you with Thanos?" Peter shouted at the Jedi, before dodging one blast from Cody.

"Who's Thanos?" Ahsoka yelled back and once again jumped away from a portal.

"A bad guy who wants to kill half of all the live beings." Peter shouted again. He gained an angry look from Tony.

"Why are you talking with them?" Tony asked before shooting at Anakin And Obi-Wan.

"We might have misunderstood them! They might not be with Thanos!" Peter said to Tony, making him think that over again. Peter was right, they might have just misunderstood those people.

"Bad Guy? We aren't the bad guys! This must be a misunderstanding!" Obi-Wan looked at Anakin and Cody. All of them lowered their weapons and stopped fighting. The Avengers did the exact same. 

"We are sorry for attaching you. We thought you were with our enemy." Obi-Wan apologized. Avengers walked over to them.

"We are sorry too, we thought the exact same. We're waiting here for a giant purple man with a gauntlet." Tony also apologized, looking at the people infront of him. Cody and Rex took of their helmets, to make sure everyone knows they're humans too.

"I am Tony Stark and this is Peter Parker." Tony introduced himself and Peter "That is Doctor Strange, Drax, Star-lord and Mantis." He pointed at everyone.

"This is my padawan, Ahsoka Tano, that is Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rex, Cody and I am Anakin Skywalker." Anakin introduced everyone from his team "a giant purple man? That sounds hilarious." he smiled.

"It might sound hilarious, but trust me. That man is evil." Star-lord said.

"Well, our enemy is an old guy with a glowstick and an army of robots." Ahsoka laughted a little. 

"Well, we could help you with your enemy, if you help us with our. Like we help eachother." Tony suggested.
Everyone liked that idea.

"We will help you." Ahsoka smiled. They then prepared to face Thanos, all together....

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Principal Chen abided by the army's arrangement and stayed at this town's middle school. It was the first time he was awed by a student after becoming the principal.
Not only was he overwhelmed by Ye Jian from Class Two Grade Eight, but he was also positive that this girl was a rising star. Rather than conceal her capabilities, she adopted a method that had impressed everyone in the school. 
She was such an extraordinary student. But she had to hide her talents because she had been living in her relatives' family. To survive, she had to be cautious. However, she had not found a home where she could live and study in peace. Principal Chen felt sorry for her.
Being cornered, she didn't suffer in silence or conceal her capabilities any longer. Instead, she had made every student and teacher in the school remember her. 
Principal Chen had to admit that he was quite thankful for Ye Zhifan and his family. If they had not provoked Ye Jian so outrageously, her talents would probably have remained unnoticed. 
The abrupt ringing of the landline phone interrupted Principal Chen's thoughts. As he picked up the phone, he sounded less like a soft-spoken scholar but gave off a stiff and cold vibe like steel. "This is Chen Dongfeng." 
"Arriving in five minutes," a stiff and cold voice was heard from the other end of the phone. 
"Okay!" Principal Chen hung up the phone and picked up his black jacket on the back of his chair. He turned off the lights in his office and walked away, his imposing height of at least 180 centimeters disappearing into the darkness.
He was heading to the back of the office building, where the cold storage of the school was located. It was funded and built by the military. 
It was well known that the school built this cold storage to keep meat, vegetables, and fruits fresh, thus guaranteeing the quality of meals provided to its students. But no one was aware that beneath the cold storage was a petroleum transfer station. 
The logistics must function properly. The army would never put all their eggs into one basket.
Chen Dongfeng had been guarding the cold storage since he became the principal of the school. 
Few people knew that the hair-graying, scholarly-looking principal was a world-class sniper before he retired from the army. 
Although the soldiers who were about to arrive may not know about Principal Chen's identity, the deputy company commander was aware of that. 
Not only did this town have a world-class sniper, but it also had a 70-year-old Class A Master Sergeant, to whom the chief of the army would salute. 
The deputy company commander jumped down from the passenger seat and trotted towards Principal Chen who had been waiting for them. He stood upright and saluted to him. With respect, he said, "Sorry to bother you. The amount of petroleum is getting low recently. And it would take a longer time to get more supply from our other oil reserves." 
"Resources are in sparsity during wars." Principal Chen briefly referred to the three wars—the Rwandan Civil War in 1994, the Yugoslav Wars in 1995 and the Bosnian War—that influenced the supply of petroleum internationally.
In the past few years, China had been sending more troops to station at the frontiers to prevent enemies from challenging its territories. 
Fujun Town was located along the sole road where the military must pass through to transfer the weapons from the South to the North and vice versa. Therefore, the small town must shoulder the responsibility as an oil reserve by supplying and replenishing oil.
The oil was stored down in the pitch black basement.
To avoid dangers from short circuits, the warehouse was not equipped with electric lamps.
The soldiers, who jumped into the storage to transport the oil, used the lights on their helmets to illuminate the place. Swiftly, they loaded the oil tanks one by one onto the trucks. 
About 20 minutes later, the trucks' engines started again, and they left the school slowly. 
The noises of the trucks' engines faded further away. Ye Jian didn't close her eyes until the sounds had completely disappeared.


Through years of abuse and death threats, Ye Jian is not so ready to bid adieu to this world just yet! Fortunately, destiny has granted her another shot at life. Only this time, she is determined to become the master of her own fate and retaliate her oppressors from her previous life. It's payback time.
 
Although reborn with beauty and youth, Ye Jian obviously holds higher pursuits. In this life, she is determined to become an extraordinary commando. No, she does not need love, family, or any affection! 
 
He is born in a powerful family; and step-by-step, he becomes the youngest Major General through his own merits. He is drawn to her every move, despite her repeatedly shunning him.
 
"What you need is love, my little fox," he whispers.
"Get lost! I need bullets!" She steps away.
 
Behold. Let this novel take you through the warm, happy, loyal, and passionate story of the aggressive military couple.

"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.

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[A/N: Word Count: 616, one to two chapters a week now, your welcome]
Three weeks passed and I found myself hating the lack of strength that the Robes of Darkness, The Shadow Monarch's Ring, and The Dark Mask gave me.
Even though I took off my equipment the Shadow Knights and Shadow Puppets did not disappear and now were in a deactive state, I put back on the Ring every night to make sure that nothing happens to my organization, and through the Shadow Knights and Puppets, I can continue to give out orders.
Currently, the younglings and I were being taught the Morals of Jedi.
I mostly ignored these lessons since I don't agree with their flawed way of thinking.
But they tested me on some of the important things so I had to listen to some of it...sigh this is boring!
In these three weeks, I continued to do my daily tasks earning me 210 Points which means I now have 2,068 SP!
Which calls for a Spin on the Wheel of Luck!
[Spin the Wheel of Luck for 1,000 SP?]
Spin!
[Spinning the Wheel of Luck! May fortune smile upon you!]
[Congratulations on gaining the Skill, Level 1 SP Converter!]
Huh?
What's this skill?
[SP Converter(Level 1/10, 1,000 SP to upgrade) - Converts the emotions directed towards the user to SP, higher-level grants higher SP]
Well...that will certainly help me gain SP.
Soon the day passed and I awoke early the next morning to complete my Daily Task and go to class with the other Younglings.
Soon I reached the classroom where I sat down in my seat and waited for my 14 classmates to arrive.
Minutes passed and my classmates soon arrived one after another.
Although most of them were human there were still a few younglings that were of a different species.
For example, the Twi'lek Girl and Rodian girl that lives in the same room as me are two of the 6 people in the classroom that are a different race from a human.
Soon a blond-haired woman stepped into the classroom and said "Quiet down class, today we will be practicing with training-lightsabers."
So fast?
I expected to have to go through boring lessons for a few more months before I would get a chance to lay my hand on a Training-lightsaber.
I certainly won't complain.
My classmates and I got out of our seats and in an orderly line, we followed the teacher.
Soon we reached an empty room where there were helmets and metal hilts on a table with weird orbs
"Ok, everyone grab a helmet and training-lightsaber, no pushing!" the teacher told us.
I walked over and grabbed a helmet and a deactivated training-lightsaber.
I moved out of the way of my classmates and waited for the teacher's instructions.
Once everyone had a helmet and training lightsaber she spoke.
"I will give you all a minute to familiarize yourselves with the training lightsabers, do not touch the beams! They will burn you!" she instructed.
I split off from the silly children and activated the lightsaber.
A blue beam of light rose from the hilt as soon as I tapped the button.
I looked over the lightsaber and found that it was light and very easy to move and swing.
I deactivated the lightsaber and waited for the teacher to speak once again.
"Alright, today we will teaching you how to defend yourselves using the force," she spoke.
Oh...I think I remember this, there was a scene in Star Wars: Attack of the Clones where Yoda is seen training younglings with the same devices.
This will certainly be an interesting experience.

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