The young man groaned as he woke up. Slowly, he began to remember everything. His name was Jorus Colton. He was in the cockpit of his crashed starfighter. Wait. How did his ship crash? He was a Jedi Knight. He was shot down in a battle over an uncharted planet in the Outer Rim. Wait, why was he in a battle? The Clone Wars, that's why. Wait, hadn't he been with someone? He looked out the left side of the canopy. He had been with someone. The totally shattered dome of his astromech droid was right there. Okay, what did he have? His lightsaber, his cloak, a pair of macrobinoculars, and a week or two of survival rations. What did he know how to do that might help him? He had survivalist training, and knew how to fight if necessary, his skill with Shien as well as his mastery of the custom form he had developed were a testament to that. Could he count on a rescue team? Probably not, most people would have died from this crash, it was miraculous that he had no significant injuries.

He cut a hole in the transparisteel viewport with his 'saber, making sure to bevel it so it wouldn't fall onto him. He put on his simple breath filter in case the atmosphere was toxic. He exited the cockpit, the fact he didn't immediately implode or have his skin feel like it was burning was a good sign, and took an experimental breath. A beep from his breather indicated that it was breathable, in fact, it was the ideal mix of gases for humans. The trees around him said this planet had liquid water. A nearly ideal environment. He peered into the distance. He seemed to have crashed atop a mountain. Well, I'm in a big pile of stang right now, aren't I? He thought to himself as he walked through the forest. He kept moving, he wanted to know his surroundings. He would return to his ship at night, and sleep inside it. Maybe he could rig some sort of means to make the removed piece of transparisteel into a type of trapdoor into the cockpit.

He went through the woods, and saw a city. Pulling out his macrobinoculars, he zoomed in on the place. What he saw suprised him. Humans. Humans, everywhere. The technology was nowhere near as advanced as the level of the Republic. So how did they get here? Never mind. He now knew he could blend in. He put his hood up, and went down the mountain.

The tavern was both crowded and loud. And now, three rough men and one more refined one sat at a table in the corner. "Okay, so, us and our boys help you with this, and we get a slice of the pie once you're in charge, right?" One of the rough ones said. "Correct, Mister Erik. Mister Galmar, are your men also up for the task?" The refined one said. "Up to it? We're higher than it!" The other rough one said. "Yeah, but what about those three balls of fire that fell from the sky last night? A bad omen, I say. Not to mention all the other strange lights in the sky." The third rough one said. "Regardless, will you do it, Mister Falvik?" The refined one said. "Of course we will! Me and my men are always ready for a fight!" Falvik said. "Good... good! My plan will work then." The refined one said.

In another tavern across town, everybody turned to look when none other than Princess Anna entered.

While she went about whatever business she had, seven shady looking men were eyeing her and talking in hushed voices. Eventually, they decided. When Anna made to leave, one got up and discreetly drew the dagger he carried and placed the tip at the small of her back. "Listen, Sunshine. We and my buddies are going to go for a walk to somewhere private. You say anything, you die." He growled into her ear.

Jorus was moving along the road to the city when he saw seven seedy looking men escorting a young woman into the woods behind him. "Everything all right here?" He asked. "I- I- yes, everything is fine!" The girl said. He could tell a few things. One, the girl's statement was a flat-out lie. He didn't even need the Force for that. Two, she was a beacon of fear in the Force. Three, she was clearly going to be killed- or worse- by these men. Most likely 'or worse', judging by the slight bulges in the crotches of some of them. "Yeah, I'm going to give you men twenty seconds to reconsider what you're about to do. If you walk away, I won't hurt you. If you come to the same decision, then somebody will get hurt." Jorus said. "Oh yeah? You and who's army?" One of the thugs said. "Last chance to walk away." Jorus said. "How about YOU walk away!" The thug bellowed, brandishing a long knife. Jorus sighed. It would appear that 'Lightsaber Form Zero', in other words, negotiating, wasn't going to win this for him. That was the thing about the 'Form'. It would either instantly win the fight or it wouldn't do anything. In an instant, his 'saber flew into his hand and the blade painted the snow a deep blue. "He's a wizard!" One of the thugs shrieked. Until then he hadn't considered the impact seeing a use of the Force would have on these people, and he supposed that the robes added to the illusion that he was a 'wizard'. The seemingly 'magic' lightsaber probably didn't detract either. Well, now he could scare them away. "Go now, before I become angry and use more of my magic!" He said. The men ran away in terror. He usually wouldn't use fear tactics, but it had resolved the situation without any violence. He deactivated his weapon and turned to the girl. "Are you hurt?" He asked. She shook her head, her eyes wide. "Come on then. I'm sure that your family will be worried sick. Can you please take me to them?" He asked.

"You don't know who I am? Not that I mean that to be like conceited or anything, 'cause I guess it could be considered to be-" She seemed to about to veer off on a tangent, so he held up his hand to stop her. "I get it! Just tell me your name." He said. "Anna. It's actually pronounced 'Ah-na'. I'm the princess." She said. A hereditary monarchy. Well, at least he probably wouldn't have to deal with well over two million Senators yelling at each other and waving their fists. "Very well, I am still sure your parents will be worried about you." Jorus said. A pang of sadness rippled through the Force, and she flinched for just a moment. "Oh. Well, I am sorry that I stirred up painful meories. If your parents have passed on, then that would make the ruling monarch your brother? Or sister? Either way, I'm sure they are worried." He said. "Yeah, everybody is probably worried. I mean, assuming that they know I'm gone, if they don't then-" She was about to go off on a tangent again, when Jorus stopped her a second time. "Please, I still have to escort you back to your... whatever your home is considered. If you will lead the way?" He asked, gesturing back towards the town. As they wen through the streets, Anna finally asked what had been bothering her for a good half hour.

"Are you really a wizard?" She asked. "Yes, I suppose that one could view me as such. But explanations can wait for now." Jorus said. "Can you at least tell me your name?" Anna asked. "Jorus Colton, ma'am." He replied. "That's a nice name." She said.

They were almost at the castle when Jorus asked the question that had been bothering him for a good half hour. "You do know what they were probably going to do to you, right?" Jorus asked. "Yes, I do have an idea. If I was lucky, they might have decided to kill me after." Anna said.

"Why do you leave the gate wide open like that, with only one guard? That rather defeats the purpose of having a fortified wall around your home. Almost any force could easily take the castle if they had the element of suprise. And the military here consists of, what, ten soldiers?" Jorus asked. "Yes, but we can close the gate pretty fast, and it's really strong." Anna said. "If you don't have enough soldiers to man the walls it's still useless, Princess." Jorus said. "How?" She asked. "Simply put, walls cannot defend themselves! Why is your army so karking small?! " He cried out. "We don't need a big army! Arendelle hasn't been at war for like, two hundred years!" Anna said. "You don't know when that peace will end. And you will be caught completely unprepared. I'm going to bring this up with your sibling, if you'll let me." He said. He knew he was right, he had lived such a situation in the Republic. If it weren't for the seemingly miraculous appearance of the G.A.R, fighting the war would probably have fallen to hastily trained and lightly equipped militia units. The C.I.S would have steamrolled the Republic in such a situation. "Okay, I'll ask Elsa if she'll talk with you about it." Anna said.

Several hours ago...

Back in the mountains a large metal object sat in the snow. There were three windows seemingly made of glass on the object. Suddenly, one of the windows burst open, and a man in white armor from the waist up climbed out, a black device in his hands. He went over to the other two windows, and at both of them, he saw nothing but a dead corpse in equipment identical to his own. Both of his comrades were dead. He removed his helmet, revealing a tan face with black hair in a simple flat top haircut. CT-3454/20, otherwise known as Cross, was stranded on a world he had no data on, in a cold environment, and was completely alone. He knew to scavenge all he could from the ARC-170. He examined the emergency transmitter. Totally destroyed. It had somehow gotten hit by a laser cannon. Taking everything useful he could carry, he got moving. Keeping his body temperature up was the key to survival here. And that was how he discovered that he was not alone on this world.

He found in the forest one of the distinctive Jedi starfighters. The cockpit situated behind the two laser cannons had a circular hole cut in it. The astromech droid on the left wing was destroyed but evidently its' Jedi owner was not. He followed the tracks the pilot had left, hoping to find them before dark.

The sun was beginning to set when Cross came to a cliff, and he could see a city. Pulling out his macrobinoculars, he zoomed in on a small blue light he could just barely see not far outside the town. There was his Jedi. Somehow he'd gotten into 'aggressive negotiations' with several brutish looking human men. The men soon fled. He quickly figured out he wasn't getting down there before sunset, so he gathered what dry wood he could find and set up a simple camp.

Right now...

"Princess Anna! We sent out men to search for you when you did not return." The gate guard said. "Don't worry, I'm fine! Thanks to him!" Anna said, pointing at Jorus. "Come on, Jorus! Come meet everybody!" She said, practically dragging the Jedi into the castle.

The former prince Hans had gone to sleep in the inn early, and was having a strange dream. He and his troops were in the throne room of the castle, about to slay that icy bitch Elsa- he smiled at that point- when they were stopped by a figure with a sword of fire, and were defeated. The sword of fire vanished from the hand of the figure when Hans' dream-self begged for mercy. He was about to be led away to the dungeons when another figure like the first appeared, and it drew four fire swords, and it single-handedly well, slaughtered the Royal Guard. Queen Elsa conjured up a snow giant, which also quickly fell, and the second figure turned to Hans' dream-self and spoke in a chilling voice. "Find me." It said, then fought with the first of the figures. While the first figure was distracted, Hans reclaimed his sword and impaled Elsa, and grinned as her life very quickly gushed from her in a river of blood.

Jorus had met royalty before. They had usually struck him as pompous, arrogant, and all in all too proud of their status. Anna was different. He hoped her sister would be as well.