A/N~ Greetings, everyone! As if writing one RWBY fanfic wasn't crazy enough, I decided to write up yet another crossover one! Seriously, what is with me and crossovers? Maybe it's the crazy pleasure of seeing two or more of my favourite shows coming together as one to bring more exciting action to the table.

Anyway, I've always thought about how writing a RWBY/Star Wars crossover. So, I had the idea of doing one right off the bat, but I decided to do something different.

Right now, I'm doing a RWBY/Power Rangers crossover that lets the characters of different shows directly interact with one another. But I've seen a lot of RWBY fanfics that seem to blend aspects of the world in RWBY with other franchises, making them like actual parts of other universes. Like, what if the characters lived in this universe instead of their own? So I thought, perhaps I can make one too.

It would be very interesting to have a go and make a story where the world of RWBY is part of the Star Wars galaxy instead of having the two series collide directly, as I would be able to pour in some new ideas of how the RWBY characters could be if they were born in the Star Wars galaxy. And thus, here we are!

Take a note below that I will be classifying different dialogues based on the conditions:

Normal dialogue - "It's all good." (no font edits)

Droid dialogue – "C-3PO, HUMAN CYBORG RELATIONS" (full caps)

Alien translation – "Bantha fodder!" (itallics)

Televised dialogue – *And on this day in Coruscant…* (bold italics in between two '*' signs)

Radio/hologram communication – "REPORT IN, TROOPER." (italics with caps)

I will be updating the dialogue chart above in the future in case there are other options.

Also, the story will be taking place in the Star Wars canon, so expect some familiar episodes or scenes from the prequels and the Clone Wars TV series, and even familiar faces here and there.

Okay! So, without further ado, let's get this show on the road! Have fun reading, leave a comment or like, and I shall catch you on the next one.

May the Force be with you.

Red: Padawan Menace

Cheers roared throughout the cities of Coruscant as people celebrated the news everyone wanted to hear. Joys calling for one thing that could change the fate of the galaxy. Something that could actually a difference for the planet which the Supreme Chancellor could promise where no one before him could.

The galaxy was in turmoil enough with a bunch of planets now wishing to secede from the Republic, and finally, the Chancellor had finally put into plan the only option to deal with these ungrateful systems.

War.

Through emergency powers, the Supreme Chancellor had won almost unanimous support from the Galactic Senate to build a Grand Army of the Republic to counter the increasing threat of the Separatist Alliance.

Coruscant was in full swing, nearly the entire planet celebrating the news of mobilizing against the Separatists. Joyous cheers were sounded all across the topmost levels of the urban planet who were able to get the news right as the declaration was made by the Senate.

In the underworld, however, the news had to wait due to the lack of proper connection and broadcasting. Right now, there was other businesses to worry about. And in these dark places, none of them were practically good. None more so than one of the craziest corners of Level 1313…

Level 1313,

Coruscant,

Coruscant System,

The dirty and crowded levels of the underworld can be a gruesome place to even be in. Being caught in the claustrophobia-inducing traffic of walking citizens in the main road would be the best way to navigate in these places. For if you ravel within the thinner alleyways to take shortcuts, you're bound to end up meeting a bad crowd.

Almost anyone on the list could be found here. Thieves, thugs, mercenaries, serial killers. Heck, if you're really unlucky, you could end up being hunted down by a bounty hunter if you happened to have a price on your head. There's a reason why the government dubbed these as 'slums for the scum', and the deep levels like that of 1313 more than live up to their name.

Fortunately, for a pair of mercenaries, at least they didn't have the worst experience. Just a couple of Weequays exiting from a local diner. When they opened the doors, the screams of panicked civilians were heard, suggesting an attack or some form of physical abuse. Inside, the diner's bartender, a Selkath was lying down on the floor, head bruised and eyes unable to open properly due to the nasty hit. A couple of chairs were flipped down and broken glass was visible.

It was a terrible way to begin a work day in the underworld for the unfortunate ones. These two thugs exited the place, victorious in their attack against the poor man, robbing him of his much deserved credits. Leaving the mess behind them, the two gangsters gathered near a pair of parked rusty speeder bikes while having a laugh at their mischief.

As soon as they were about to hop on over to leave the area before the authorities arrive, they heard a soft little voice calling out to them.

"Excuse me?" They turned to the source of the voice and they could see the person who called for them. Coming into the light under the street lamp, they saw what appeared to be a small human girl, covered in a thick red cape and her head protected by a red hood walking towards them. "Can you help me?" The smaller girl looked up to show her face to the gangsters. Other than the strands of dark red hair seen over her pale face, there was a strange little feature on this girl that made her very peculiar, even to the Weequays.

She had a pair of silver eyes…

"Nah, it's just a little girl." Even so, one of the thugs did not want anything to do with her, telling his partner to forget about her. "Pay no attention." But the girl did not waver. She moved to ask the men again for their assistance. Her face looked very sad like a girl who was all lost and alone without anyone to care for her and trying to get these two men to give her the attention.

"Please, sir. I need your help." She then put up the most adorable face she could muster, with glimmering puppy-dog eyes and lips pursed in. After seeing the pitiful sight, the two Weequays finally gave in, but only because they wanted the pesky girl to go away and get out of their sights for good.

"What do you want, you pest?" asked the first Weequay.

"Yeah, make yourself useful and piss off!" warned the other.

"I'm lost and really in need of help." The girl gave her request. However, as one would expect when living in these parts of the city, these low-lives did not even bother to care.

"Well, boo hoo to you." taunted the first thug with sarcasm.

"You're in the underworld now, little Miss Riding Hood. In here, you look after yourself." The second Weequay came to push the girl's forehead with his finger to show his point about life in the underground levels.

"But I need to find my sister." The girl still did not give in and then revealed her main intentions.

The two Weequay then stopped their annoyed rants and looked to each other as if there was something in helping this poor human girl that could give them a benefit. The benefit of the worst kind that is. Perhaps helping the girl find her sister could prove 'fun' for them, if only she got their meaning…

"Hrgh. Your sister, huh?" The first thug slyly took interest, pretending to actually care and not thinking about doing other stuff.

"Alright, little miss." The other Weequay slung an arm around the little girl, pulling her in to gain her trust. The hooded child smiled so innocently, happy that the men were now willing to help her find her sibling. "We'll help you find your beautiful sister. Do you have a clue where she's at?"

"Well…" The girl dug into her pocket to pull out a piece of paper before showing it to the two men. "I have this picture of her."

The two men were obviously more excited about looking into this photo than the real task at hand. They took the photo to view and stared into it. They did see the image of a teenage girl with bright yellow hair and dressed in a brown vest with a pocket attached to the right side, a yellow tube top, which exposed her mid riff, underneath and a pair of brown shorts. She also wore a pair of sunglasses while leaning against a wall looking at the photographer.

For the average lowlife, the sight of a teenage woman would be something really exciting and helping the little girl finding her could prove to be worth trying out. And that would have been a given, if it weren't for the frightened expressions on their faces.

Instead of the same suggestive faces, the two men were now looking scared to the bone. Something about this girl in the photo really gave the chills only a Hutt could bring. They looked at the younger girl in front of them and then back to the other one in the photo, wondering if there was really a comparison between the two. However, the one thing they were most baffled about was how the two were related.

"Bantha fodder… You mean… that's your sister?" The one Weequay said. The girl just nodded while still smiling.

"Do you think you can tell me where she is?" she sweetily asked the two of them, seemingly unaware of what they were so acted up about. One of the Weequays then pulled the other away from the girl and brought him closer to his face to say something without her knowing.

"She must be crazy. This brat's sister is the Yellow Rancor!" he exclaimed while whispering.

"Ee-chuta!" cursed his partner. "What do we do?!" It was a serious dilemma now. How could they possibly avoid this hectic situation?

There were many tales of the infamous Yellow Demon, simply because she had been the scourge of the slums for some time now. Five years, in fact. Entire swoop gangs were wiped out thanks to this dangerous woman. Bars were wrecked and forced to close down due to her frequent scuffles with other tough guys out there. In one tale, she was even seen breaking the legs of an assassin who tried to wipe her out and when she found the guy responsible for putting a price on her head, she immediately found and murdered the guy straight up.

Needless to say, she was a ruthless murderer out to rule the underworld like a Mandalorian on a killing spree. Worse still, the girl in front of them. She was her sister?! This harmless little brat was related to one of, if not the most dangerous criminal in all of the underworld?!

There was only one thing to do then…

"Run!" And off they went, jumping onto their speeders, starting up their engines and just sped off, leaving behind the clueless little girl behind. She stared blankly at the two bikers as they disappeared from sight.

"Gee, all I did was ask for help…" She whined to herself before picking up the photo of missing sister the thug threw away when he ran for his life. Just when one would think that the girl would feel very upset with this loss, no one would be prepared about what would happen next.

The two speeders raced away from the diner and off into the streets, carelessly driving into the crowd and nearly crashing into market stalls on the way.

They kept on riding without looking back. Once they felt they were within a safe distance, they finally slowed down at cruising speed. Relieved, they decided to take it easy and looked behind to at least see how far they've sped through to feel satisfied of a long daring ride.

Then, that's when one of the thugs saw something coming from behind. It looked to be another speeder bike heading for them with a bright headlight shining towards them. One look at the driver, however, and the Weequay almost fell off the bike in a panic. He then turned to his fellow rider and yelled to him.

"Look!" The gangster turned to see where his partner was looking at and there he saw the dreaded sight as well. A sight he thought he would never see again.

"She's following us? On a swoop bike?!" He saw right. The little girl with the hood at the diner was on a swoop bike, racing towards them. And she was catching up to them!

Fears were now driving them mad. She must truly be the sister of the Yellow Rancor! The way she was driving that speeder bike like she was twenty years old or something, and her relentless pursuit to get to them particularly. They had to be the hunted and she was the predator.

"We have to lose her! Who knows what she'll do to us?!" The two bikers picked up the pace and accelerated to top speeds in an effort to lose their unexpected pursuer.

Right behind, the young girl in the hood drove her swoop bike, slightly more bent in design compared to the other two speeder bikes, in hot pursuit of her new acquaintances. Her cape fluttered violently along the rough draft of wind as she put the pedal to the metal and catch up.

The chase was on as she tailed her fleeing targets throughout the streets in a wild race through unsuspecting crowds of pedestrians. The two gangsters made sharp and tricky turns here and there trying their best to shake off the stalking girl behind them; even going as far as driving right into people thinking that the girl would have no choice but to pull over and stop to prevent hurting other people.

More often than not, however, the girl was no pushover. While her targets drove recklessly and dangerously into crowds, she actually made remarkable leaps of her own bike and over the people, hovering up in the air for a brief few moments before landing safely and free of any unlucky passer-by.

After coursing through the alleyways and people-packed streets, the speeders soon reached a more dangerous section of the under level; the busy highway where landspeeders and other hovercraft zoomed throughout the roads in large lanes of heavy traffic. The lives you would have to worry about when chasing in this highway are that of your own. And that was what the Weequay bikers tried to do.

They drove on to the lane of the road where the traffic was going opposite of their course, making this a perilous bike ride for the three speeders. They passed through vehicle after vehicle, slightly putting them off course and causing more trouble for the girl behind them. If this wouldn't stop than nothing would.

After what appeared to be minutes of non-stop, daring racing across this deadly highway, the speeder bikes eventually had had enough and turned away from the road to return to the darkness of the streets.

When they stopped halfway into another alley, they looked behind to see if their run to a hellish traffic rush was worth the risk. In still silence, they watched on, waiting for the arrival of the girl on the swoop. Eventually, after a few seconds, they saw no one coming by at all.

"I think we lost her." said the first Weequay.

"Good." The other one wiped the sweat off from his head. "Let's go home."

Finally, with the girl out of their hair, they planned to move forward and zoom on through the alley and back to business as usual.

"AARRGHHH!" Suddenly, once they looked forward, there she was again! Hitting the brakes as hard as they could, they stopped their bikes in front of the girl, their troubles were back to make them miserable.

The hooded girl stood silently, with that deceivingly adorable smile still on her face. To the thugs however, they didn't like that smile of hers at all. Having no choice, they proceeded to threaten her by showing their fists.

"You ignorant little brat! Get lost! Or should I make you run back to your mommy for 'ya?" threatened one of the Weequays, not caring that she was just a child. She was getting on his nerves enough to make an exception. They were going to teach her a lesson only those within the lower levels of Coruscant knew how.

The two Weequay showed off their fighting stances so the girl would take note of their dangerous fighting skills, but she just stood there like they were nothing. This prompted them to go ahead and attack the girl, put the hurt on her and make her go away.

The first Weequay charged for her and within ranger, he threw a fist at her. Seconds during his run, the hooded girl still did not even flinch, letting the bad guy slam his fist on her. The Weequay swung as hard as he could, confident that he would end this girl's stalking madness.

Suddenly, as he punched, he expected to land a hard blow on her head. But, as it happened, all he felt was nothing. His fist flew off punching the air and causing him to throw himself onto the ground, crashing head first onto the concrete floor.

His friend looked on in pure alarm, watching him take the fall and plummeted his face onto the floor. And the girl? She was gone… In the blink of an eye! She had just vanished the instant her attacker was about to land the punch on her.

"What?!" He looked around to find the girl, scanning all over the alley for any signs of her. All that was left behind however was a shower of rose petals slowly coming down from where she was originally was. It gave him the hint that the girl had jumped up and released those petals for some reason.

He tried looking up for the super-fast jumper anywhere around them, checking out the balconies or the roofs for the child. After a while, it was too late to find her as all of a sudden, he felt a nasty hit on his backside, pushing him forward as well while he turned around and fell on his back to join his companion on the pavement.

The two got back up, rubbing their face or butt from their nasty falls. Something told them that it was definitely the work of their teenage pursuer, but they were surely confused as to how she could disappear in less than a second faster than a Podracer while also leaving behind an ominous display of rose petals. How did she do that? What kind of magic did she do to move in light speed?

They groggily recovered from the pressure of their falls and returned to look out for the girl again. Not long after, there she was again, right in front of them, crouched down after landing from above. Standing back up, she kept her smile intact, now feeling more like a taunting gesture to the Weequay.

The second Weequay, more aggravated than before, ran for her again before his partner followed him behind. The girl waited for the two thugs to come at her when they raised their fists towards her.

This time, she was ready for them. When they were close enough, she made a sidestep away from the incoming punch, ducking down and letting the punch fly right above her. The second Weequay came to join in the fun and, this time, she caught the arm of the attacking Weequay and tossed him behind him judo style, flinging him towards his partner. The stumbling thug tripped from the girl's defensive move and crashed into the other guy, piling up on top of him.

The Weequay at the bottom wriggled around from the weight of his friend on top of him before throwing him aside in a disgruntled grunt. He set his sights on the child again, who was now furrowing her brows, looking like she was itching for more. The expression annoyed the gangster enough that he wasted no time to try and bash her again.

Soon, it was a fist fight when the girl defended herself from a punch. After failing to hit her the first time, the Weequay went with his other hand to hit her other shoulder. Again, she managed to block the strike with her free hand, locking them into a stalemate of pushes against each other. She looked over his shoulder to see the other Weequay running towards them to lend him a hand.

The girl countered by throwing away the first Weequay with incredible strength before switching targets and prepared for the next Weequay to try his luck. The thug swung his fist again, only for the girl to catch it with both of her hands like a ball. She then threw it aside, making him vulnerable and giving her the chance to score a punch of her own. She did so and, with all her might, whacked the Weequay in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The first Weequay went at her again, trying to lock her in a headlock, but she saw it coming and gave a quick spin kick to the chest and sent him away again. In a split second, the other Weequay came by and tried to punch her again. The girl caught the gangster's fist with her elbow, swiping it off before punching him in the face and delivering a sweeping kick to the ground, knocking him off his feet.

When the first thug got up, he rubbed his head from the slight concussion suffered from his knockback. He took one good look at the girl in front of him, who stood there waiting for him to make his next move. And to make things harder for her, the thug pulled out a knife with multiple sharp edges along both sides of the blade. He swung the weapon around to show his intimidation towards her. Again, she did not show any signs of backing down. And so, the knife-wielding crook made no stop to taking on the girl.

He charged forward and lunged his knife at her, aiming right for her chest. The girl bent forward and let the sharp blade reach for her. Within the edge of the knife's reach, the blade was thrown forward, only for the target to duck right under and let it pass. With her body lowered to a crouching position, she punched the thug in the stomach, immobilizing him. She then aimed for the hand holding the knife and did a hand chop to it. The gangster immediately dropped the knife upon getting stunned by the attack to his wrist before getting kicked away by the girl.

As the knife dropped from the hand, the girl quickly caught it in her hand. When the crook rose up from his fall, he could not believe his eyes when he saw the girl twirling the knife in his hand with the other hand on her hip, proudly showing her victory over his failed attempt.

The other Weequay, instead of attacking her, ran towards his partner, helping him up from the brutal punishment he had suffered. They were not facing a little harmless girl anymore. They were fighting a demon. Some unusual human being capable of moving within the speed of a pikobis lizard, striking hard without mercy and at such lightning pace. Worse still, there was nothing they could do to inflict any damage on her. She was truly the sister of the Yellow Rancor.

"How is she pulverizing us?!" The first Weequay yelled.

"Ah! Karabast!" groaned the other. "You got to do things the hard way!" There was no point fighting hand to hand. It was time to pull out the obvious solution to dealing with the people you hate. They pulled out, from their belt holsters, a simple but deadly DL-18 pistol each. Not much of a firearm for a thug at Level 1313 compared to rifles straight out of Merr Sonn or Czerka Arms. There were even lucky crooks who operated with illegal goods like DXR disruptors and dioxis grenades. But it would have to do. Who could argue with using a blaster in situations like this? Believing that the odds were on their side, they were now more confident that they would win this battle in a single blow.

However, even with blasters involved, there was still no sign of stopping this little kid from running away. But did she have guns of her own to make this a fair-and-square gun fight?

Nope. It looked like she did not have any firearm to combat the Weequay. Either this kid shared the guts of the Yellow Rancor, or was she just being stupid?

However, that was when they witnessed the most extraordinary sight of this unfortunate encounter. The girl's smile suddenly became a frown, staring at them with a cold look on her face. Using her right arm, she reached for her back and took out something very unusual.

It looked like a sort of melee weapon; a long black metal rod with a square barrel at the tip of the rod. At the hilt, there was a small little red crescent-shaped scythe attached at the end. It was originally thought that this was a sort of combat scythe-staff hybrid. Still, they did not see how that would make things easier if they could just shoot the staff off.

Then, at the most surprising moment, the girl twirled her staff at front and pressed a button on the staff, straightening the scythe blade upwards and at the barrel, came out a long silver blade of light. The two thugs were now scared stiff at the sight of this unconventional weapon, which gave them the most straightforward hint of who this girl really was.

"Sh-she… She's a Jedi!" It was given that anyone holding some laser sword in any form would be immediately identified as a Jedi, part of an order dedicated to preserving the peace of the galaxy. Now, they were coming face-to-face with one and that sent chills to their spines.

Nevertheless, desperate to get out of the situation, the two men began pulling the trigger and fired their weapon at the Jedi. Immediately as the bolts went flying, the girl now revealed to be a Jedi swung her weapon round and around, using the laser blade to deflect the energy shots to random places.

The two men kept firing for a good few seconds, but none of their shots could hit the Jedi with her blade defending her as she spun her weapon. As she successfully blocked off the shots, she moved closer to the two thugs, using the Force to sense the incoming projectiles and blasted them away.

Soon, the two men pulled on the trigger again, only to hear faint clicking sounds and no laser fire coming out of their weapons; clearly not a good sign. With them out of ammo, the girl raised her hand out, reaching out for the blasters. She then clenched her hand into a fist, and somehow, a mysterious force pulled the blasters away from their hands and dropped them on the ground.

With no other option, they pulled out their daggers again and ran for her in a last ditch effort to inflict some pain. As they swung their daggers at her, the Jedi dodged the strikes one by one, practically dancing through the barrage of knife stabs with grace and precise timing. Then again, to the thugs, for a Jedi to dodge this many strikes, even when she had a lightsaber in hand, was just insulting simply because they thought the fight could have ended as soon as she pulled out her red-bladed weapon.

When it looked like they were tired out from their failed attempts, the girl made one heck of a slash of her sabre and struck the gangsters' knives, cutting through the metal blades and leaving the weapons severed with nothing left but the hilts. Finally, with one thrust of her hands, she spread them out and pushed the two thugs together into the walls around her, knocking them hard.

She looked at the fallen crooks and saw that they both were now stirring from the utter pain of crashing into the walls. She looked to her right and saw that the first thug was now out cold. Then, to her left, the other one fared slightly better, holding the back of his head from the force of the crash.

Regardless, the fight was finally over. The Jedi spun her saber around again and unsheathed the blade back into the weapon before clipping it at her back. Her face was still showing that serious frown as she walked towards the conscious thug to her left.

When the Weequay came back to his senses, he could not properly move and thus was unable to get back up. He was now at the mercy of the Jedi who knelt down to face him while looking at him inquisitively.

"Now, then… I'll ask again." This time, instead of the sweet defenceless voice made during their first meeting, this was now a more serious and demanding. She was now clearly in control of the situation. Who knew that this tiny little girl would actually be a Jedi? Of all things?! She aimed her gaze down towards the Weequay, pressuring him to answer her question. "Where is my sister?"

The odds were against him right now. The thug had no choice but to accept defeat and give the girl what she wanted. He raised his head ready to answer her and give her the leads to the Yellow Rancor. He opened his mouth to speak and satisfy her needs.

BEEP BEEP

Unfortunately for the Jedi, the questioning was interrupted by the sounds of beeping coming from her belt.

"Oh drat!" All of a sudden, the bad girl attitude was lost. Instead of going back to the sweet girl personality, this was more of a young reckless kid kind of attitude; rushed and unrefined, young and rash.

She turned around in a hurry and took out a remote device from her belt. She answered the call of her communicator and it projected the image of another Jedi in hologram form; a man wearing the traditional Jedi attire; a leather tunic underneath a thick robe and boots worn at the legs. He appeared to be older than the girl, suggesting that this must had been her Master. It seemed more evident to the fact that, when the girl wore her hood down to answer the call, at the back her hair, there was a long thin braid coming down her shoulder So, as it would turn out, this young girl was only a Padawan.

"Y-Yes, Master?" she stuttered in a panic.

"YOUNG PADAWAN. WHERE ARE YOU?" asked the stern Master.

"Oh, you know!" The girl rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. "Just… uh… doing my training is all. Yeah, one cannot be too prepared when it comes to Jedi business. Hehe…"

"RUBY ROSE." The Jedi Master revealed the name of his apprentice, shaking his head as if not buying her lies. "PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE IN LEVEL 1313 AGAIN…"

"No! Wh-why would I be? It's not like I had anything good to do around here, right?" When she said that, she turned around to make sure her quarry had not left her presence. But, sadly, she found that there was no one there. Alarmed, she looked for the other Weequay at the next wall, only to find that he too was gone. Her little hunt for these guys was now left for naught.

"Oh, karab…" She was about to curse under her breath before she was interrupted by her Master.

"THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH, PADAWAN." he warned. "REPORT YOURSELF BACK TO THE TEMPLE IMMEDIATELY. MASTER YODA WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU. WE WILL DISCUSS THIS LATER."

Ruby sighed in defeat. As much as she wanted to find the crooks again, she could never disobey her Master for long. Her head down, she quietly acknowledged her Master's order.

"Yes, Master…" She then shut off the hologram and put the communicator away. She looked behind her where her targets may had run away through, disappointed that the search for her sister had been fruitless, despite coming so close to scoring a major lead. She had spent weeks, if not months, finding any sign of the Yellow Rancor, studying any possible person and place of interest, and those Weequay could had been her one and only chance to find her. But alas, she had lost it.

There was no point blaming her Master, though. She knew that it was unwise to question him, but she couldn't help but wish he didn't call her at the wrong time. She had to accept to where the chips fell however. It was time to go home, return to the upper levels and the Jedi Temple, and answer for her disobedience.

"So close… yet, so far…"

Ruby took whatever credits she had left to pay for transportation back to the Temple. An air taxi was all she could afford after spending a few days away under the guise that she was simply on a tour to hone in or her connection to the Force.

Well, she did use the power of the Force to her advantage, gaining some progress in it, but as her Master would probably put it, she used it for the wrong reasons. However, she felt that finding her sister was the right thing to do; to solve some questions regarding her family and to catch up on loose ends. She did, however, stumble into some dark territory without her Master's presence or supervision. That could score some negative remarks from him and the Council.

Riding shotgun on the taxi, sitting next to the Aqualish driver heading back to the Temple, she decided that it was time to just take a break and enjoy the fresh air of the surface. Well, fresh compared to the under levels, that is.

"Hey, sir." she called to the driver. "Do you mind putting on some music. I need to relax my nerves."

"Sure thing, ma'am." The driver gladly accepted her request and put on the radio, turning it on to the exciting track of the city's newest hit, 'Red like Roses'. Ruby closed her eyes as she let the relatable tone and feel of the ballad part of the song set her back to a past she wished she knew better. Then, she was prepared for the more anticipated part of the instrumental number bring her imaginations of her using her Jedi skills to combat large black creatures in her head.

However, that part did not come. Instead, she was put off by the sudden interruption of the song by a news broadcast. Ruby groaned at the displeasing stop to her favourite song, forced to hear in on the latest breaking story of the HoloNet News.

*Greetings, citizens of the Republic. It has come with extreme delight or regret, depending on your of view, from the inevitable response from the Chancellor himself, of the crisis of the Separatist threat. *

While news broadcasts like this were usually boring for Ruby, she could not help but wonder what the Supreme Chancellor himself had done. From brief conversations with her fellow Padawans and trainees, as well as some overheard talks from others, the events of numerous systems leaving the Republic were at least something worth noting.

As a Jedi, or at least training to be one, she was always told to remain vigilant in case anything should happen that required the Jedi to get involved in. This appeared to be one of those times.

*We would like to replay the speech given by the Chancellor regarding his actions to combat the Separatists. *

"What the-?" Ruby heard the last sentence with much thought, confused as to how he would plan to 'combat' the Separatists.

*It is with great reluctance that I have agreed to this calling. I love democracy. I love the Republic. The power you give me I will lay down when this crisis has abated. *

Power given to the Chancellor, Ruby thought to herself. Could this mean…? The one thing the Jedi Order had feared would come?

*And as my first act with this new authority, I will create a Grand Army of the Republic, to counter the increasing threat of the Separatists. *

Indeed, it was what Ruby had been afraid of. The Republic was about to build an army. An army to be mobilized against other worlds. An army to march on and protect the Republic and eliminate the threat. War… was coming…

Jedi Temple,

Coruscant,

Coruscant System,

After her uncomfortable ride home, Ruby ran for the Temple, climbing up the stairs leading to the Temple doors. On the way, she had come face-to-face with a fellow Jedi at the steps. One Velvet Scarlatina; a Faunus Jedi with long ears coming out of her hair which was tied into a ponytail. She wore a black long-sleeved shirt under a thick brown vest, with a pair of brown shorts and a pair of black leggings underneath. She was talking to a few other young Jedi when she heard Ruby calling out to her.

"Hey, Velvet!" The red-haired teen screamed, catching her attention.

"Ruby? What is the matter?" Velvet noticed the alarmed expression on Ruby's face, wondering why she was in such a hurry. Ruby stopped over, panting after a short run from the landing zone to the steps.

"Did you hear?!" She announced in between huffs. "The Chancellor has declared war on the Separatists!" To Ruby's surprise, Velvet and the other students did not look as shocked as she was.

"Umm, Ruby." Velvet said before letting the other Jedi know that she would see them later. "That was quite a few hours ago. Have you been going down underground again?" She suspiciously asked the Padawan, easily guessing the amount of time between the declaration of war and Ruby's late notice.

"Yeah, yeah, I have." She simply shrugged off the question, choosing to stick to the topic at hand. "But still, unbelievable, right?"

"It was most surprising to all of us. As you say, it's unbelievable indeed, as are most of the Senate's political endeavours, I'm afraid." The two then proceeded to walk back up and into the temple, but Ruby still kept on talking about the recent event.

"This is crazy!" Ruby exclaimed, causing Velvet to slightly flinch from the loud cry. "I mean, what will the Council do now? They would have to convince him to stop this. They can do that, can't they?" Ruby expressed her concerns out loud that she was sure to have caught a few ears around her.

The Jedi have always been revered as peacekeepers, resorting to more nonviolent and civil ways to solve conflicts between two sides of a crisis. No one, especially Ruby, could ever imagine the Jedi taking up arms and enter a war in which the galaxy could never be the same again.

She knew that the Jedi used to battle in wars before, but that was only before a thousand years ago. The times of warring with dark beings like the Sith or barbaric hordes of the Mandalorians were long gone. Even if the Republic, in which the Jedi would protect, was to start a war with some seceding planets, there was absolutely no doubt that the Jedi would stay away from this. Ruby was sure that the Jedi Council would do something to make sure to let the Republic know of the Jedi's position within the conflict.

"Ruby…" Velvet stuttered. "I… don't know how to tell you this…" Ruby looked at her friend with worry. There was something from the Faunus that she wouldn't like to hear from. Still, her curiosity was getting the best of her, prompting her to let her continue.

"Wh-what's wrong, Velvet?" The older Jedi took a brief moment to relax herself, ready to tell Ruby of the news she dreaded to repeat to. And she was sure Ruby would be just as devastated.

"We are going to join them. The Jedi are officially going to war."

TO BE CONTINUED…