AN: Hello! This is Coat-Rack96, I'm just trying my luck on a Star Wars/Frozen Crossover. Like in my other story, I will be writing with a non-canon character as the main. In this case, it's a Nautilan Jedi. And for those of you who don't know, a Nautilan is the species of Kit Fisto. He makes several brief appearances in AOTC and ROTS.
I love Star Wars, and I really like Frozen, and wanted to make a crossover story of the two. Please read, give me a review on how I did, message me with any suggestions/questions/comments, things like that. Also, if I could get names for some of the clones, that would be great too.
I hope you like this story. I appreciate the support you've given me in the past, and hope I can continue to deliver.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or Frozen.
"Master Windu, you have fought gallantly. Worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi. Surrender, and your lives will be spared."
Mace Windu looked up to the former Jedi, his robe cast aside, purple lightsaber humming in his hand. He didn't need to ask the circle of remaining Jedi for their opinion. He could feel it, our determination, our will to go on, to never surrender to the scum on the balcony above us. Everyone's thinking it, he's just saying it, I thought as I glanced from Windu to Dooku.
"We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku!" the master declared.
"Then, I'm sorry old friend," Dooku said, almost mournfully.
As if he'd mourn our loss, I thought as the army of droids raised their weapons again, ready to resume the slaughter. Almost two hundred Jedi had entered the arena on this rescue mission. Now only twenty were left. Looks like the rescue team needs a rescue, my master had laughed darkly. Now her smoking corpse lay about a yard in front of me, peppered with burns from blaster bolts. And the rest of us would be joining her soon. There is no death… there is the Force
Her lightsaber lay on the ground, rolled out of her red hands. This weapon is your life, she had told me. And now she had lost hers.
I licked my lips and adjusted my grip on my own lightsaber. It had almost slipped from my blue hands twice already. I wasn't taking that chance again. I would take down as many of these droids as I could, and damn the gushing wound on my right arm from the acklay.
The Geonosian sun glared into my black eyes. I blinked, clearing the dust out of them. But I had no need to. The Force would guide my lightsaber until I fell.
I glanced around to the other Jedi, most of whom were masters or knights, only two of us were padawans, myself and Skywalker. And there was Senator Padme Amidala from Naboo, holding a droid blaster in her hands, her back covered in blood from three brutal cuts from the Nexu. I didn't need to reach out with the Force to know how they were feeling. The tendrils on the back of my head felt the pheromones wafting from them. Fear, but for the group around them. And… something different… from both Skywalker and Amidala. It was more than just the attachment that I so often felt between master and apprentice.
Master Kit Fisto noticed the anamoly as well, but his face didn't show it. We were the same species, Nautilan, natives of Glee Anselm. His face only showed the determination to go on.
All of a sudden, Senator Amidala looked into the sky. "Look!" she cried as gunships descended into the arena.
"Who-" I started, but instantly was drawn back to the battle as droids began firing at us. I began blocking bolts, my green lightsaber forming a defensive arc around me.
The gunships rained a firey green hell onto the droid army, reducing the intimidating mass of machines to scraps and puddles of oil. Men in white armor jumped out as the ships landed, covering us as we boarded. One grabbed me by my tunic and hauled me in, barking, "Get on, sir!" as he practically threw me in. More soldiers inside grabbed me and pulled me in, repeating his order.
"Wait!" I shouted, and called my master's lightsaber to me. The silver handle flew from the ground and into my outstretched hand. I hung it from the right side of my belt.
"Help the others on!" a soldier yelled, shouldering his blaster and firing at the few remaining battle droids.
I grabbed two blue hands, hauling twi'lek Master Aayla Secura on board, and after her, Adi Gallia.
"Who the hell are you?" I shouted over the roar of the engines as we lifted into the air. I looked around. I was surrounded by the soldiers, all in identical armor, the only familiar faces were those of the two masters. "Where's Master Windu?" I shouted.
"He got on to one of the other ships!" Master Secura replied as the ship rose above the edge of the arena.
Flak from AA cannons exploded all around us. The pilots banked to the right, turning and flying around a rocky spire.
"Hang on!" one of the soldiers shouted.
Holding on to the netting above us, I leaned out the open side door. A huge army of these white knights was attacking an equally huge army of droids, no doubt under control of the Seperatists.
Two missiles fired from the ship as we neared, temporarily deafening me. I followed their trail until they struck a Techno Union ship on the plain, just above the fuel cells, destroying it.
"Pilot! Take us down in the assembly area!" Master Gallia shouted.
"Yes sir," the pilot's voice came over the com. Identical to everyone else we've heard! What is it with these guys… and who are they? I didn't need to be confused, not now, not as this battle was raging.
The ship lowered down into the mass of the white men. Master Secura and Master Gallia leaped out, followed by the soldiers. "Stay on the ship, Padawan!" Master Secura yelled.
"But-" I stammered.
"Stay on the ship! You two, stay with him!" two soldiers ran back on unquestioningly. "Take him away from the battle!" Master Secura finished, activating her blue lightsaber and leading the soldiers toward the droids, deflecting lasers as she went."
"It's alright sir, we want to be down there too," one soldier said, placing his hand on my shoulder as the gunship lifted up and began streaking away from the battle.
"They've got a lock on us!" the pilot's voice rang out again. "Hang on!"
The gunship banked sharply to the left, one of the soldiers almost falling out. My hand shot out, catching him just before he flew out the door and to his death. "Thanks," he said, bracing himself against one of the walls.
"Countermeasures failing! Brace for impact!" the pilot shouted.
"Oh you've got to be ki-" the soldier who'd almost fallen out yelled as the missile struck the back of the ship.
"Hold on!" the other soldier shouted as the gunship plummeted from the sky. I dangled precariously close to the right door, almost outside of the craft. "Get back in here!" he shouted.
"Doing all I ca-" the ship smashed into the sand, knocking us loose and throwing us forward with the momentum. My legs dangled outside of the ship, and my last thought before my head hit the front of the cabin was of the searing pain in my left leg.