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"WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!"

An electronic voice echoed within an open space, within this space laid a single male with black hair who was collapsed on the floor. This male was neither handsome nor ugly but completely average.

The male was 6'0 exactly and was slightly muscular but not by much.

"WARNING! Approaching the event horizon, please divert."

Suddenly a doorway opened within the space which accompanies a clanking sound that was often heard when metals collied with one other. Fortunately, the male started waking up letting the man's brown eyes envelop the surroundings.

"W-what the hell? When did I change my... alarm..."

The man choked on his words once he finally noticed his surroundings but what caught his immediate attention was a seemingly impossible giant black orb being surrounded by a bright yellow ring.

"Commander O'Neal, please divert your ship before we enter the event horizon of the black hole. Failure to do so will result in your body entering the state of Spaghettification, possibly a very painful death before your very existence is crushed into a single point until finally vanishing."

Another 'robotic' voice sounded out causing the man to look towards the voice. What he found were three robots but due to the situation, he didn't bother concentrating on this but instead ran up towards the large 'window' and yelled.

"I DON'T CARE HOW BUT GET ME OUT OF HERE!" the man started screaming out hoping the ship he found himself on had a voice recognition function but when nothing happened and he 'slowly' crept towards the black hole he felt despair.

"Orders acknowledge, Commander O'Neal." the lead robot spoke as more entered the space and took their seats, and began pressing buttons.

The male watched as the black hole slowly started to move out of his field of view before hitting himself in the forehead due to his stupid thought.

'The black hole isn't moving, the ship is... Why am I such an idiot...' the man was soon brought out of his thoughts by the robotic voice speaking once more.

"Short-Range hyperspace jump in 3." the man then noticed a very familiar light partial's beginning to form as the voice continued.

"2"

The man then had a thought appear within his mind but could only think to himself that it's impossible. It's fiction how could he suddenly be there?

"1"

Then the man had to acknowledge the fact he was on a spaceship and moments ago he was face to face with humanity's greatest wonder and horror.

"0"

When the robotic voice reached zero the man could not help but gaze out the 'window' as a blue Column engulfed everything causing him to wonder.

'Am I really in the Star Wars universe?'

The man could not help but continue to gaze at the blue environment outside of the 'window' unbeknownst to him he stood there for a few minutes until he finally noticed the blue environment began to vanish and be replaced with a black void with small particles of light.

The man then places his concern on the second anomaly... The robots... He quite easily noticed that the robots could be defined by male and female as the 'male robots' had well... A male physique while the single 'female robot' had an obvious characteristic that all women possess.

'Who the hell designed these robots?! Is she technically naked? I... Know what? Whatever! At least I don't have to look at male robot junk...'

He then remembered that the female robot was the first to enter the 'bridge' followed by the male variance soon afterward. He then put two and two together and including the fact he was being called 'commander' he guessed he was in command of the ship.

The man then walked up to the female robot and examined her along with the two male robots behind her.

The female had a slender figure and her chest, legs, arms, and head were pale white while her jointed areas were black.

(Female robot picture)

The male robots could only be described as the same but with blue jointed areas instead of black.

(male robot picture)

'Okay, Marcus you probably found yourself in the Star Wars universe, or maybe aliens Abducted you and decided to put you in command of a ship for shits and giggles... Maybe I'm still in my universe...'

Marcus then put his hand on the female robot's arms and noticed how much it felt like normal skin when he was interrupted.

"Commander?"

The robotic voice caused Marcus to freeze and look at the female robots 'eyes' but he soon released her and coughed into his hand and spoke.

"So... Who are you? Where am I?"

Marcus was then informed but the female robot's words caused him to worry.

"My Identification is SN-21 and you are currently onboard the Harrower-class dreadnought dubbed Reclaimer."

Marcus already knew what the Harrower-class dreadnought was. It was an almost 800 meters long death Machine kitted out with about 32 turbo-lasers, unfortunately, that's all he could remember.

"SN-21 was it? Do we have a map? Like a galaxy one?"

SN-21 nodded and respond telling Marcus they indeed have a star chart. Once she brought him to a room which a large holographic table he finally knew he was truly in the star wars universe...

Unfortunately, she also informed him of a small problem...

"Commander, to my limited knowledge these charts are outdated. Traveling on hyperspace lanes will likely result in colliding with celestial bodies resulting in your quick and unknowing death." Marcus could already feel sweat being to form as he imagined the ship slamming into a planet when they did a 'short jump' not too long ago.

"Do you by chance know how old they are? Ten years? Twenty?"

Marcus hoped that they could calculate the rotation of the Galaxy to have an up-to-date star chart but SN-21 words crushed that hope.

"3,700 year's commander."

Hearing this made Marcus freeze. First, he almost died and turned into space spaghetti. Then he knew that he would likely never seen his family and friends again and now he had an outdated star chart making him trapped in dead space with no hope of finding planets safely.

"Great... Just great... Prepare me a coffin... This ship should be a fine final resting place for me..."

Before Marcus could fall into complete depression SN-21 once again gave him hope.

"Commander we should first try using the starfighters to scout the surrounding space in search of other vessels. We could then eliminate the crew and steal their star charts."

Marcus was about to speak but she continued.

"We currently have 95 Mark VI Supremacy-class starfighter, 32 B28 Extinction-class bombers, and 35 shuttle's to enter an active search party for surrounding vessels."

Marcus seeing that she was finished was about to tell her that we can't just kill the inhabitants but then he wondered.

'I mean... They're alien. Even the ones that look indistinguishable between humans are aliens to me... We killed countless things from animals to bugs on Earth and don't feel a thing. Why should I care about them? Morality? Screw that! Humanity is selfish and always will be and guess what! I'm human!'

Marcus already knew his thoughts would eventually lead to chaos but did he care? NO! He was the last of true humanity so why not safeguard his very existence by eliminating all who could pose a threat?

Marcus looked directly into SN-21's 'eyes' and spoke.

"Do it"

Meanwhile on a planet far, far away sat a group of twelve entities within a temple. This was the Jedi high council as they discussed something between an older Jedi Master with his Padawan and a young blond boy.

"With the council's permission, I wish to train the child." the older man spoke as he firmly believes that this child was the chosen one.

"Master Qui-Gon a Padawan you have."

Qui-Gon listens to the old green creature but could not help but refute.

"Master Yoda, Obi-Wan is more than ready to take his Knight trials. Anakin may be older but he has the highest Midi-chlorian which is more than even you Master"

Master Yoda was about to respond but he suddenly dropped his cane as the force screamed out causing him to stumble slightly. This was followed by the rest of the Jedi council then everyone else who was force sensitive.

Once Yoda recovered he spoke immediately.

"Wait the boy's fate shall, Meditate on revelation we must..."

The rest of the council immediately agreed and Qui-Gon was ultimately forced to put Anakin's fate on hold as he felt the disturbance as well...

As Anakin was escorted out, minutes passed before Mace Windu spoke to Master Yoda.

"I can't feel anything wrong but something must have happened for the force to react as such. Have you felt anything Master Yoda?"

Master Yoda who had his eyes closed until now spoke.

"A wound in the force it must be, in the force, a catastrophic disturbance has formed..." another master then spoke up with a sad look on his face.

"I felt a great disturbance in the Force as if billions or even trillions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened or will happen..."

Master Yoda who also formed a sad look spoke.

"Look into this we will find the cause we must."

As the council continues to meditate on the sudden but devastating warning, a particular future Chancellor was calling his soon-to-be deceased master all the while, Marcus moved into the ship's data storage.

'School was annoying as is and once I graduated I hoped id never have to study again... Now I have to learn about a fucking Sith Dreadnought!!' Marcus could not help but complain even when no one was around.

SN-21 who he learned was second in command of the 'Reclaimer' was kind enough to give him a map of the ship. With this map, he found the data storage or library for him and started learning as much as he could as he had no tv or anything really.

He wanted no NEEDED to learn everything he can because for all he knew he was in the middle of the Jedi civil war or the Old Republic and Sith Empire. If he had to choose which war he was forced into he would rather be during the clone wars since he knew the most about it.

After what felt like hours of reading and writing down questions to ask SN-21 he decided to take a nap as he knew he would be here for a long, long time...