Heya, here's another one that's just been collecting dust, and could use the chance to come out and see the light of day. let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Star wars
In the deep dark cold reaches of the thus far unexplored, where existed only the ambiance of the cosmic all around, a foreign element was making itself known. Bolts of plasma traded between ships of complete unknown origin to the area they occupied. Three smaller vessels of identical make to one another aside from damages, and one larger. The larger vessel roared across the darkness at speed with the three smaller ones quickly chasing it. To an observer the event would look like a pack of animals hunting large prey, but their prey was fighting back, fiercely. Evasive movements, rolls and sharp cuts to avoid plasma bolts or to gain the advantage for a fleeting moment to return a plasma bolt of it's own in favor for the one's received, taking out one of the smaller ships in an ball of fire that was quickly snuffed out, debris spreading from it's remains.
Inside the larger ship five presences occupied the space, but only one yet truly lived. "Damn it! Should have kept the hawk, but no, had to leave it in safe keeping for the others I thought. Last time I do that. This bucket of bolts hardly even responds!" A female voice, a very irate one at that, spoke to no soul in particular, despite the audience she had to hear it. She sat in the seat of the cockpit of the ship, doing her best to pilot the ship out of harm's way and into favorable offensive lines itself.
"Master, this ship is state of the art, a gift from the republic, along with us I might remind, why would you prefer that old freighter of a ship when surely this is more than adequate?" Asked a mechanical voice from the turret position atop the ship, firing at the fighters rounding on them.
"I like the hawk because it was so responsive it practically felt alive when piloting it, nimble and almost reflexive, that's why!" The female spoke once more, though ignoring the reminder of the gifts given to their saviors. She didn't want to be reminded of how she took advantage of such gifts that landed to her current position. Two sets of beeping could be heard from down the halls of the ship, she didn't spare a glance, but she was grinning at what she heard. "T9, if you can do it, then on my signal. HK, T9 can get us more speed for a short while, be ready when I get us in position." Spoke the female as she made a hard cut to her right.
"Affirmative master, awaiting your signal." The metallic voice, now identified as HK, spoke ready for what was to follow.
The female at the controls of the cockpit kept one eye on her radar by the controls, ready to maneuver when she had the right position. "Now!" She issued, marking a hard vertical cut sending them to a half loop, T9 delivering as promised with an increase of speed that made the half loop tighter, getting them in prime position for return fire, which HK carried out. However the fighters were nimble enough to evade most of the shots, but enough hit one to rupture the cockpit, while the other had significant but not fatal damages. "One left, come on let-... T9 what happened to my controls!?" The woman shouted back to her mechanic who beeped at a furious pace. "Overloaded! Just great! HK eyes up, we're dead in the water till I get control again!" She shouted to her gunner.
"Acknowledged master." The turret turned, firing at the last fighter that was recklessly avoiding plasma bolts, nearing the large vessel from behind. They were taking hits, but so was the other one, they realized this and turned directly to them. firing a few last blaster bolts before HK's shots hit home, destroying the front of the fighter and ending it's pilot. Those last shots though hit the engines of the ship and jarred everyone in the ship with the impacts. The woman groaned as she held her head that hit the cockpit controls, none too happy over that but alive. Looking around, she saw an alert detail of damage received and took a moment to clear her senses.
"Everyone report. Damages to persons and ship." She stated for all to hear. Two sets of beeps first told her of her mechanics status as operational, that was good.
"Master, HK is operational as well and ready for orders." Spoke the gunner, who was descending from the gunner's well that housed the turrets.
"Doc is also operation Master." Spoke a new metallic voice, where as the first was distinctly baritone, this one was softer and almost soothing. Senses cleared enough, the woman turned to see her crew, a crew of droids, mechanical beings alive through programming and coded reasoning. Two were of humanoid shape, one the same HK referred to earlier, had a lithe skeletal frame with the only real bulk at the torso, the body color in a rust of red that would have signified age were it not for the shine the metal had, showing polish, the color was intentional. The other was of similar build, but a muted white and less angular with more curves for a calming aesthetic, this one was Doc. HK looked fierce and ready to fight, where doc looked tranquil and inviting. The other two droids was an astromech, T9, the ship's main mechanic, a short droid on wheels with legs and a main body that rolled along and a disk like head with a camera out forward that tilted this way and that. The last was also a mechanic, but more of an assistant really, a remote droid, a simple sphere floating in the air, with patterned holes about it's body that had multiple uses. Each brand new, and each custom modified by the woman herself.
The two mechanics started to beep and what they spoke in their binary language, did not please the woman in the slightest. Leaning back in her seat, she sighed heavily. "I go from jedi crusader and war hero to dark lord of the sith to redeemed jedi and hero of the republic, just to end up drifting in space in a ship with fried engines and not enough spare parts to even rig up repairs for a jump to the nearest place to make proper repairs...great." Spoke the woman "Revan, you really know how to pick your end don't you?" The named woman spoke.
"Surely it is not that bad master Revan, you have us after all." Spoke the very masculine metallic voice of HK.
"That is not enough you retrofitted holodroid. She's a organic sentient, we may suffice for a time but she'll need other sentient contact or she'll likely have a psychotic episode before she can die." Doc insulted, informing the other droids of a likely outcome as according to it's medical knowledge of sentients. The soft white medical humanoid droid turned to the rust red assassin holodroid who turned to the other in turn, crimson photoreceptors met aqua, as the two droids stared each other down.
However more beeping interrupted and stopped the conflict, before it could continue, and revan was pulled from her amusement for the moment to grimace further. "Apparently I won't have the joy's of insanity with the ship venting atmosphere and a failing life support system. So before anyone kills of dismantles anyone, let's view our options and see what we can do. We're in unknown space, having been forced into a jump after being fired upon by those others and we were followed, to suddenly be ripped from hyperspace for some unknown reason. So let's see if the computer was able to chart our location yet. You four, check the ship over for other damages and supplies, see what can be usable for me should it come to the worst." The droid gave an affirmative and moved to do just that. She sighed, silence now in the cockpit and she looked to the stars out of the view port of the cockpit, was this what the force really had in store for her?
Pushing that thought to the side, she began a scan, trying to find anything. Soon the others reported on other damages, doc informing her of the stasis pod they had that she could occupy as a last resort if they were forced to drift, while HK found a suitable vacuum suit, one of those new form fitting varieties with thrusters on them. She wished she knew she had that before, could have had some fun couple of weeks ago. No matter, they gave her an immediate and long term option depending on what the scans turned up. Her mechanics reported no further detrimental damages. Finally the scans found something and she pulled it up onto the holo projector. It showed a blue planet, and scan indicated perfectly habitable, though there was something odd. It had a moon that was smaller than most she'd seen, and closer to it's planet, but scans showed it shared an atmosphere from it's planet, and had a geothermal signature. The moon wasn't just a dead rock, perhaps it's proximity to it's planet kept the moon active? She couldn't be sure, but it was interesting none the less.
"Well, scans show it's the closest habitable planet. Question is can we reach it. T9?" Revan asked. The astromech having returned with the others for the result of the scan, beeped and she nodded. "So we might be able to get a small push to get up on an intercept with the planet...better than nothing I suppose. But what of life support and travel time?" She continued her line of questions and the Astromech was silent a moment, before more beeps gave her an answer. "HK, I gonna need that Vacuum suit. Here's the plan, those fighters are still close enough we can reel them in with grapple cables, they may have supplies and we may be able to salvage them for parts. Then we'll use what we have left of the engines to nudge us to the planet while I go under in a trance to conserve my oxygen, which the vacuum suit will help when the ship loses total atmosphere. Landing will be rough, but once we land, immediately scout the area and identify any threats and if they become hostile to us first, we defend. Once we're safe on the ground and sure, we'll move forward with salvage and any repairs we can make. Clear?" She stated, after affirmatives and beeps, they parted to their stations, while Revan slipped on the vacuum suit HK brought to her moments later, buckling herself into the co-pilots seat and closing her eyes to start the trance. Next time she awakes, she should be entering the atmosphere or on the ground, either way, she'd wake up or not at all, so here goes.
Sniffling could be heard at the top of the hokage monument, the lonesome darkness of night had long descended upon the village of konoha, leaving it to the hands of dreamers and late workers that now occupied it. The sniffling grew, and died down in pattern, though not a soul was around to identify, which led to the sniffling to begin with. The origin a young boy, no older than 5 at best by looks, though the emaciated frame and malnourished condition of the boy made an approximate estimation difficult to ascertain. The boy rubbed his arms across his face, formerly tear stained cheeks smeared with newly wet'd blood that had been formerly dry on his arms, already blackened and caked from old wounds, his tears wetting the blood to be spread. But he hardly noticed it himself, his concerns elsewhere. He still didn't understand why they hated him so much, what had he done to them himself to earn their hatred?
The blonde haired boy cast cerulean eyes over the village, feeling a hatred himself for those that hurt him, but a sad pain that struck him deep. Why was this his lot in life, he didn't even pull any pranks today! Young naruto was beside himself as to why and just could not figure it out. He had only been wandering around the village earlier that day, dressed in his khaki shorts, sandals and a white t-shirt with a red spiral design on it. The village was preparing for it's customary festival, like it did every October tenth, the same day as his birthday. The hero's festival, to honor the fourth hokage and celebrate the death of the Kyuubi that the fourth sacrificed himself to kill, and naruto happened to be born on that very day it happened. But surely that couldn't be the only reason why they hated him so much. Having been wandering the village, he was watching the workers setting up the decorations for the festval to come in a few days times, scaffolding set up to get to high reaches to set up for the festival.
He had not been paying attention when he was wandering around and ran into a group of workers that were putting up all the decorations and shop stalls. The man had been nice at first, until he turned around and saw just who had bumped into him. Then it all turned to hell, as the man instantly grew furious and shouted at him, attracting the attention of the other workers, who got into it as well, and before naruto could get away, they grabbed him and started to beat him. Like the other times he got caught, he took it, but they seemed to hit that much harder this time, yelling at him to stay away from their festival as they kicked him ruthlessly. The pain was intense and unlike other times where right at the edge of consciousness they would stop suddenly and disperse, this time it just kept going, each hit more than enough to keep him wide awake with a new flooding of pain, that very pain enough to begin the slipping of his consciousness, but was spiked again with another strike, This time they beat him so ruthlessly that he couldn't even brace himself in anticipation for the hits, he was prone and forced to take them as painfully as they gave them to him. It ended only when they desired to, each one leaving at their own leisure one by one rather than the mass dispersal that had happened as times before.
Naruto had laid there in that alley beaten and broken for hours, still conscious, but the pain too acute for any call out to be made, and too fearful to make a sound, lest he get more of the same again. For hours he laid there, silently crying and cursing who ever he could to blame for why they did this to him, never understanding why they hated him so much. Eventually he had managed to work himself up off the ground, usin the wall of the alley for support and limped away, sticking to the shadows and out of sight as best he could. He stopped by a dumpster and trash cans to hide behind to sit and breath, long enough to catch his energy and start hobbling again. Between the alley and behind the dumpster, enough time had passed for the sun to progress from bright light to twilight. Thus he had goten up, and managed just a slight limp in his walk to his spot to get away, the hokage monument, where he took a seat on the heads of the past hokages. This was his spot to get away from everything and viw over the village he called homes, and at this moment, all the memories he had of this village just made him curse everything.
Why did they hate him, the glares, the names, chasing, beatings...and recently, ransacking his apartment of one year, breaking down his door and breaking things, trashing and even his food. He'd been kicked out of the orphanage a year ago, and spent a month? maybe two, on the streets before Jiji had found him and taken him to a housing person according to jiji, the man getting him his apartment, his new home. Jiji...one of literally three people who seemed to give a damn that he even existed, in fact, the best one of the tree. The other being old man teuchi and his daughter Ayame. They ran the ramen stand he went to and actually let him eat there, hell, they were even nice to him. He couldn't really pay all the time since the money he gets from the people who care take after orphans said they could only give him so much, so he did chores for old man teuchi to pay him back for meals when he did eat there, otherwise he saved up to eat there. Jiji, Teuchi and Ayame...literally the only three that cared... but that was it. Teuchi and Ayame ran the ramen stand, and Jiji was the hokage, none of them could be there for him. The other kids all had parents, where he had none, and even if they didn't...they at least had someone to care whether they made it home safe, how their day was and all that stuff...
So there he sat, his mind not in a good place, still very much injured despite how fast he normally healed, still in pain, but his sorrow greater yet still. He looked to the sky, to the crescent moon that cast it's light onto the dark village, looking like a sickle about to make it's lethal cut, the stars winking about the moon and throughout the blackness. "Why can't I have someone to care for me?" He asked aloud, on some grim hope that anyone, even anything, might be listening, and just maybe give him an answer. His eyes still to the sky, a star flickered, and brightened, and for a moment he was distracted, until that star started to streak in the sky far above. Eyes widening, as realization, came, it was a shooting star! Quickly remembering what he was supposed to do, he fumbled, despite the pain, as he stuck his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes, wishing upon that shooting star, for someone to be there and care for him, silently to himself, before opening his eyes again and just barely making out the star's streak one last time before it vanished. His face split into a smile, he'd been able to make a wish on a shooting star and had followed the rules right! He overheard other kids talk about, how to make wishes, and shooting stars were one way, if you can see it, put your hands in your pockets, close your eyes, make your wish and open your eyes fast enough to still see the star, then it would surely come true!
While still in pain, he was much happier now that he'd seen his first shooting star and actually make a wish and get it right. A small victory, but his mind was in a better place now. His mood lifted a bit, his body didn't feel as heavy now as he started to get up, shrugging off some of his pain. He didn't have time to be in pain, his wish might come true, so he had to get ready in case it did. Thus he started off back to his home, his limp barely noticeable and his posture straighter than it has been since his beating earlier that day...
Revan felt her head thumping without relent, consciousness returning to her as she exited from her trance. Apparently their entry into the atmosphere had some turbulence, evidence by her newly acquired headache. Blurred vision turned upward to the viewport of the cockpit, and relief settled over her to see green, luscious life giving green. They were on land, so thankfully she wouldn't have to deal with a landing. Falling back into her seat, she sighed as she felt out her body and through the force. Instantly she had a ground shaking revelation once she had reached out through the force. This planet was so...alive, alive within the force like few others, and more than that, she could clearly feel nine powerful signatures within the force. They felt like powerful masses of force energy, so she was having to wonder, how this was possible?
Regardless of her revelation, she still had her own issues to take stock of, so she released herself from her seat and check the controls to get sensors online. Sensors showed breathable atmosphere, so she removed her vacuum suit's helmet, where filtered air in her lungs was replaced with fresh air. Taking a deep breath, she got to her feet and walked out from the cockpit, where she wasn't immediately greeted, but she didn't need to be. Grabbing her lightsaber, she made out for the loading ramp, and outside she could see her droid crew already at work checking the area, T9 using his sensors to scan for any local activity electronic or otherwise. Once her presence was noticed, the white humanoid droid walked over to her, it's aqua photoreptors looking her up and down, no doubt a quick diagnostic scan.
"Ah, master, good to see you up. I apologize for not waking you, but you're trance was quite powerful as I could not rouse you, but when I saw you unharmed, I left you to rest while we followed our orders to assess hostiles." The droid spoke, doc carrying a blaster rifle to emphasize the point. While a medical droid, she did program doc with combat protocols to serve as an extra gun, but mostly as back up, where as HK could be sent out for assassinations.
"No worries at all Doc, thanks for the check up. No hostiles so far I trust on account of the silence." She asked the question aloud for any of her droids to masters.
"Sadly, that's affirmative master, there are no hostiles for me to engage in a most bloody conflict with." The familiar metallic baritone of HK spoke. Smiling at the dissapointed droid, she turned to see HK returning from the forest. HK was a one of the kind like HK-47 was. However where HK-47 was a protocol droid disguised assassin, the simply named HK was a new Holo-droid that she remodeled and added many new features, programming and hardware into for protocol, assassination, combat, espionage, stealth and other such purposes. If the republic was going to offer her toys, who was she to deny them, and not improve them. Course HK didn't have that little something that HK-47 did, but HK didn't seem to mind, in fact he seemed to take it as a challenge to prove himself if nothing else. "I report a clear perimeter and our entry must have gone unnoticed, all is calm...for the moment." He finished, looking to the ship and she was aware of his intention.
"Yes, we'll stick out like a sore thumb...we'll get the camouflage nets up soon HK, no worries. For now, since we've established our relative safety, any news on the salvage?" She asked, to hear beeping. Turning she saw the little remote floating over to her, and from what she was hearing, she scowled. "Enough salvage parts to fix only one of two engines. Brilliant...that'll get us around in atmosphere and escape it, but not without some effort and wasting fuel in the process. We're going to new more parts if we want to leave any time soon. Then there's still the matter of how we were ripped from hyperspace, so there's that concern...and the new curiousity of what I sensed in the force...to come to this planet where there such a strong presence within the force and those nine presences...curious..." She spoke to herself, thinking.
A new set of beeps caught her attention, looking to T9 who turned, the droid reported it's findings and she raised an eyebrow. "Low technological signatures, but you picked up radio wave transmissions, and in a language you can't discern..." That got part of her hopes up, possibly the inhabitants of this planet may yet have technology sufficient, or at least the raw materials, to help her make repairs to her ship. On the other hand, a low technological signature despite the radio wave detection was trouble, the inhabitants might be at a low level of development in technology, or specialized in some way...but speculating wasn't helping her much. Turning to the droids, she gathered her thoughts and took a breath. "Doc, start using the ship's sensors to scan the area and determine whatever you can about the planet, every possible thing you can. T9, gather all usable salvage and whatever else the ship has, organize, and start on repairs to the hull and other areas, get HK and Weldshot when you need them.." She turned to the remote at her side. "Weldshot, when you aren't needed, you're on perimeter duty. And HK, get those camo nets up and any debris you can use to cover our presence here. Everyone, I want comms up and ready. Contact me with any further developments."
"What will you do master." HK inquired.
"There was a village I sensed not far from here, a day's travel I guess. Going to go there to recon the area and see about potential help, supplies and repairs." She stated, the droids all accepting her answer before getting to work. What she didn't state however was that was where she felt one of the nine signatures at, and this one was by far the strongest of the nine. For now though she walked back into the ship to change and gear up. Getting into comfortable clothes, not robes, a simple set of black pants, brown boots and off white shirt, a dark vest over that, she smiled. They were quite similar to the clothes she wore when she first awoke on the endar spire, her 'Scout' garments. She still chuckled about it a bit, her former identity and supposed expertise of a scout. But putting the thoughts away, she grabbed a simple blaster, her green bladed lightsaber, and the rest of her gear before heading out.
Admittedly, she knew it was going to be a long walk, but she may have overestimated the distance from what she sensed just a bit. Already she was a bit tired. However help in the form of a wide dirt path helped her a bit to preserve her stamina as she walked along the path. She was doing a great deal of thiking, trying to make plans and evaluate her options. Of course there was only so much she could do without information, but if worse comes, she'd rather have something resembling a plan with sound options than just winging it. First of all though, she needed to find someone who she could drain knowledge from. Well, not really drain so much as just copy, regardless, she need to be able to understand the tongue of the natives for anything to work. It was hours of lone walking before such an opportunity came along.
A man walking down the path, wearing commoner clothes of what one might expect of a farmer, and as she feared, not a shred of technology on his person. To her keen warrior eyes, not even a weapon. As she walked, she got a small iea and smiled sadly. "Sorry Bastilla." She whispered under her breath, puttin a bit more sway in her hips and taking a sultry look in her face. The effect was immediate once they were close enough in passing for the man to notice her. Once she was sure she had his eyes, she cast him a 'come hither' glance and walked a bit more, but turned into the woods, motioning with a finger for him to follow. Predictably, the man followed, and once away from the light of day or the openness of the road, she drew the man in with a simple kiss. But the motion used to hide a wave of her hand over the man's head. Subtle use of the force with a positive physical action tends to work many wonders in lower mental defenses and getting access to the psyche.
"Be calm. You're in quite a nice dream right now. So won't you let me in to see your dreams?" She asked with a seductive tone while pushing with the force into the mind trick. The man numbly nodded with a smile, and she pressed her hand to his forehead. Getting permission to enter their mind even with mindtrick made the process smoother, faster and without conflict. Once access was gained, she probed around, learning quickly the native language, and any other relevant information she needed, which turned out to be quite a lot, such as culture, mannerisms, who's and whats, and a great deal more, but hat was limited only to the man who was indeed a simple farmer. Sadly her fear was reaffirmed as she found nothing on advanced technology. Retreating from the mind of the man once she had all she needed, she waved once more. "A very nice dream indeed. Why don't you sit down and take a small nap to finish your good dream then hm?" She directed, finishing the mind trick and letting the man go to sit against a tree where he fell asleep.
Leaving the man behind she continued on to the road where she now had a great deal more information than she started. Konoha, village hidden in the leaves, the an had gone there to put in a mission request for his village, wolves and other wild animals were attacking their stock and there's been a few people hurt already. A c-rank mission given the importance that the village had for it's farm and stock. Konoha was a shinobi village, one of five major villages who utilized their own trained shinobi, shadow warriors, to handle issues and missions. However what she learned was confusing apparently they didn't use the force, but an internal energy, chakra. The farmer didn't know much, but what he did know was enough to show her that this wasn't the force, the force could do damn near anything and everything, but this was different in total. A rare mutation of their physiology in their evolutionary cycle perhaps? She'd have to learn more in konoha, but for now she was off to a much better start, though still not feeling great for the deceived seduction, light or innocent it might have been. And knowing she'd likely have to use it again since it was so subtle and , she continued on.
Konoha was a rather big village, in fact it could be less of a village and more of a small city really. The first eye catched was the four faced mountain in the distance, faces rom the man's memories told her they were the past leaders of the village, with the third face as the current. She had used the force an hour ago, about three hours after her encounter with the man, to hide herself from detection as she reconed around the village from a distance in the trees. No easy or stealth entry she could manage. They guarded their perimeter, people were on duty and alert, if not for her force concealment, she'd have been found anyway. Up close though, she could feel the power within these shinobi, they did indeed have a power all their own that wasn't like the force, but what was confusing is that, while not of the force, to be so entwined with an internal power, they had such a small presence within the force. Did their internal power actual suppress force potential? Another curious thought, but it'd have to wait. without much choice she doubled back and got back on the road, dropping her concealment and making her way to the front gates.
The men at the gates, two, noticed her approach and seemed to regard her with caution and suspicion. They were careful, that was good, but not for her purposes. She approached however, stopping at the booth outside of the gate.
"Can we help you Miss?" The darker haired one of the two asked, regarding her with a careful eye.
"Just a traveler trying to find some aid. Would you be able to direct me where I can get supplies and possible help?" She asked, waving her hand with closed eyes, using a subtle force persuasion first to make them more open minded.
"Hn. Yes there is places where you can get supplies and aid, but what for and for who?" The other guard asked, light brown hair and a bored gaze.
"Oh my apologies." She waved her hand again in a respectful bow. "Tsubaki. and my transport has broken down. So I'm in need of some tools and materials to make repairs if I'm to continue on. I have companions looking after my cargo but I don't want to hold them up for too long if necessary." She spoke, not a lie,a nd the name was the man's daughter's name. The last wave having been a full mind trick, the subtle force persuasion making them open to it. The two men nodded absently, believing her tale.
"Just sign here, your time of entry and purpose and enjoy your stay." The dark haired male spoke, and revan proceeded to do just that, in a little haphazard calligraphy, but it was legible. Just because she had the knowledge didn't mean she had to skill. She ndded to the two men with a pleasant smile and made her way inside the village. Some hope of technology returned as she saw there was street lamps, electric street lamps, and other things drawing electricity. So it wasn't totally a loss then, good good. Continuing further into the village, she started making more and more observations, pulling a ration bar from her belt pack and munching down to handle her hunger as she looked about. She had to find one of these shinobi who she could draw knowledge from if she wanted a chance at getting the information she needed to make any negotiations with anyone here. She didn't just want to forcelly rip the knowledge from their minds, it was a painful and intrusive process and she didn't want to start a conflict if she could avoid it. So she got directions from a passer by and went to the nearest bar.
She... learned way more than she was ready for. The man she had found drinking alone at a bar, deep into his drink, looked to need help, which she gave in the form of a mind trick, to go home and rethink his life and find new purpose, but not before she had explored his mind. What she learned was beyond her. The apparent chunnin had been a treasure trove of information, for her needs anyway, as she learned more of chakra, their techniques, fighting methods, their academy, and a number of secrets, include the village's biggest secret, and the source of her current bewilderment. That had to be the large signature she was sensing in the force in this village, had to be. This man didn't know much else. But to know that such a thing was ealed into a child and he was an outcast because of it, despite what she learned of the event that transpired... she breathed...she couldn't do anything right now. She had her own worries, depending on the information she can get, she decide how to proceed from there.
Having left the bar already, she started immediately heading for the hokage tower, ignoring the decorations for the festival at the moment. If she was able to go see their Hokage, and have a talk with him, she may be able to get what she needed. Time was the question though. If she was here a great length of time, then she'd have to make long term plans, if short term, then she just needed to do enough to get by. Whilst making her way to the hokage tower she looked about the village...they seemed so at peace despite their own treatment of one of their own. Tightening her fist, he pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Focus! Calming herself, she picked up her pace.
Walking inside the tower, she smiled as she walked up to the secretary's desk. "May I help you?" The woman asked, not looking up from her own paper work as she filled out forms and signed where needed.
"Yes, I would like to request a audience with the hokage for a potential trade of resources." She spoke. The woman behind the desk looked up, now carefully regarding the woman before her. Not for a threat but of value to the hokage's time, the anbu took care of threat assessment. Looking to her day planner, she found no current appointments, so he'd be doing paperwork.
"Please have a seat while I go request the audience." She spoke, bowing her head slightly before going off up the stairs as revan did as requested. It was an admittedly short wait, five minutes at most, before the woman returned with a shinobi dressed much like the others of the vllage, blue garb, green flak jackets, headband. "The hokage will ses you. The shinobi will show you in if you'll follow him." The woman spoke before returning to her desk and her paper work. Revan followed after the shinobi walking up the stair case that encircled the whole tower it seemed. Once they reached the highest floor, the shinobi knocked on the door and once permission was given, opened the door for revan, who bowed a thank you to the shinobi before entering the door closed behind her. Walking into the room, she was greeted with an elderly man who had eyes that had seen much, mostly war, and loss, yet still somehow had a twinkle of hope in them. The man however held himself with a predator's poise, signifying he was still powerful despite his age.
However what caught her eye was the three foot stacks of papers upon the desk. She stared at them for a moment before looking back to the hokage. "You poor man." She spoke without thought, but didn't retract it. The hokage went wide eyed for a moment before letting a sad smile on his lips and a look of appreciation across his eyes. No doubt in gratitude someone understood his pain. However she recomposed herself and stepped forward, taking a seat in the chair before the desk. "Apologies for disturbing your work" Her toe was sarcastic as she eyed the pile of paper work, the hokage grateful once more for the brief reprieve from the dread enemy of any kage. "My name is Tsubaki, I'm a traveler and I've run a bit of trouble and need help. I'm willing to trade in potential resources for aid help. However the help I need is of a sensitive nature..." She spoke, looking to the ceiling.
The Hokage understand and waved his hand, sending his anbu away before activating a silence seal on the room. Revan was already fully grateful for the knowledge gains he got from the two men, otherwise this would have been a big bumbling mess at their notorious T&I department the drunk shinobi had feared so much. But now the hokage took the turn to speak. "Sensitive indeed, if you needed to lie about your name." He stated with a knowing smile. Revan's eye twitched a bit, found out so easily, and no doubt he was aware she was leading with her words before. "You can relax, whatever we say in here will not be heard by anyone. So you can explain in full detail the needs of your request. Obviously you already know me, so let's start with a truthful introduction." He went on with a smile as he pulled out his pipe and filled it, though waited on igniting the tobacco to see if this would take long or not.
Revan nodded at his request. "Very well, MY name is Revan, and I'm unlike any traveler you've ever met... You see I'm not from this land, or any land you might know or speculate of. I come from beyond the stars in a ship that can traverse them." She spoke truthfully. She waited a moment for his reaction, though only to see him lighting his pipe and leaning into his chair. Sarutobi hadn't detected any lie in her words...this was going to be troublesome. He waved his hand for her to continue, to at least see what she wanted. Thus she went on to explain about her ship, it's damages, technology requirements to fix the damages, and about some basics to hopefully to get him to understand.
The hokage pinched the bridge of his nose. "You do realize how ridiculous all of this sound correct?" The old hokage stated to the woman, having refilled his pipe a second time already to calm his nerves. What had him frustrated wasn't her tale, it was the afct that he detected absolutely no lie. By that fact she had to be telling the truth, which was impossible, or she believed in everything she said 100%, meaning either delusional, or truth. The woman gave no signs of such a state, so matter of elimination, left only truth but that was...
"It may sound ridiculous to you, but to many other occupants of the galaxy, it is a daily occurrence and common fact. Another example, this is the first plaet I've seen where the natives are capable of powerful techniques through an internal energy. Those of us in the rest of the galaxy use something different, for those with the potential anyway." She stated, looking to the hokage's paper work and lifting a hand. The elderly leader to his internal enemy to see it...floating, just lazily floating there without care. Revan moved her hand about and the paperwork followed, not falling, perfectly stable, and once it came back, it was set down. back on the desk without issue. Sarutobi watched the event with mild fascination, but more curiosity than anything, as he didn't even feel the slightest bit of chakra. Even those inept in sensing could still feel chakra if they focused enough, to a small degree, but the god of shinobi was no mere novice, and the fact the feat was performed with apparently no chakra, troubled him.
"Say I believe you, why should I help you... and are we in any danger from those beyond the stars?" He asked, trying to get a threat assessment for his own caution. Enemies from beyond the stars was last thing he needed, and if she was able to get here, others could too.
Revan shook her head. "It's not likely, I stumbled upon this section of space by pure accident, this was the nearest habitable planet I could find if I did not wish to die in space. Thus here I am, in need of assistance and technology. In return, I can trade knowledge, such as advances in medicine, perhaps some technology of my own, and if needed, use of my own skills. Given I use a power unlike any other on this planet, it could provide you some benefits, though I will state right now I will only work in the defense or betterment of your village, I'm not an attack dog." She stated, laying down her terms for the man to ponder upon.
The hokage took his moment to consider the choices. between everything he heard and some evidences, the lack of lies or chakra use in her technique, process of elimination of what was false to what was true. The old man sighed, leaning back into his chair. "What you seek will be difficult to acquire. The closest I can figure would be that which is produced in the land of snow and that will take some time to acquire for various reasons, not to mention I've no idea what you need exactly, then there's the price, which is a new problem in itself. The village budget will have to be worked and relieved of stress a bit before I could even consider to make such a venture. So unless you have diplomacy skills to ensure better trade agreements and currency flow for the village, this could be a long time in the waiting."
"I can do that." She stated confidently, much to the old man's surprise. His baffled look earned an explanation. "Some of my abilities also include mind reading, subtle persuasions or total mind domination, Telepathy, sensing, some claivoyant capability of the future or events far away. Not to mention I do have diplomatic and negotiating skills." She continued on. Again the hokage could make out no lies. The man narrowed his eyes, thinking of something as he stared at her. "You're thinking of your last visit to young naruto at the Ichiraku ramen stand. He had the fully loaded miso ramen with extra fishcakes and pork cutlets, while you had the chicken ramen for a bit of variety from your usual beef you prefer." She stated, passing the man's impromptu test given by his amazed look, before a smile crossed his features.
"I think We may yet be able to make use of those skills then to in time get the resources needed to help you out...however, I would like your assurance that you won't go probing minds for sensitive information of anyone in the village. there's a bit of-" He was stopped by a raised hand from the mysterious woman that is Revan.
"Then I'll have to apologize. As I have already done so in order to meet with you." The man's eyes hardened, but she continued. "A simple farmer to learn the language, culture and customs, and a drunk shinobi, who I learned of what I needed to approach you and for this meeting however what the man knew, and you are no doubt referring to, young naruto...is disturbing. Not for his burden, but for his treatment." Now it was her eyes that hardened and the old man softened then shrunk slightly, understanding exactly what she meant. "This is not my world, so it's not my place to say what goes on, but the mistreatment of the child is unfathomable! It's his burden, not his crime." She spoke with a cold indifferent tone that sent chills up the hokages spine, who knew she did not approve and the feeling from her spoke of her power.
"I am well aware, but it wasn't of my doing. No doubt you are aware of a great deal already. But the damage of naruto's burden becoming known was already made thanks to the council before I came into office again. My first act was to make the law to forbid the telling of his burden to those not already aware. Unfortunately that hasn't stopped the damage, merely slowed it down and made it an ignorant hate. If I could do more for the boy I would, but between my own duties and the fact that so few others are willing to care, that isn't much at all. Not to mention the council breathing down my neck who holds a sizable amount of the villages judicial power thanks to the brief absence before I was brought back into office." He stated, the damn council having cut his legs before he was even back and ensuring his handicapped ability to interfere with a number of their decisions. He sighed in defeat, trying to salvage as much as he could to make naruto's life better was a difficult task when so much was against him, so few were indifferent to him while others showed any rare bit of caring.
Revan still kept her eyes upon the man, but softened, knowing well the troubles he was facing from the shinobi's knowledge she had gleamed. Then an idea struck her. "I did say I would only work in the defense or betterment of the village. Wouldn't you consider uncovering corruption in you village as working towards the betterment of your village?" She mused, smiling as the man's gaze brightened a bit, before his own smile stretched, as he caught on immediately and with her abilities, it was quite possible just that could be done. However he first wanted to see something.
"If I may, your hand please?" He asked, though confused, revan outstretched her hand, where Hiruzen took it and felt a few veins before he hummed in thought. "Interesting." he stated, before looking up to the confused Revan. "I was testing to see if you had chakra that could be unlocked, but it seems you do not, at least not in the traditional sense. I can sense the two energies, physical energy and mental energy, that compose chakra within you, but they are separate. However I felt within your blood veins something else, it felt different to the two energies, and if I am honest, the closest comparison I can make to it is like natural energy used by sages. One of my students is a sage who can take in the energy of nature into his own body to empower him beyond his limits." He said, before pushing a measure of chakra into her body. "Though you do not possess chakra, only it's base energies, I can enrich them at least to help them grow and possibly that power in your blood as well. In the end, to hopefully help you become stronger."
The effect were already immediate. Her skin tone was healthy, she seemed more energetic, more...youthful, even, her mind was more alert and aware now. It was quite an incredible experience. Chakra could do this for her even without the apparent internal network required to use and circulate it, she could only wondered what it felt like to have it. She felt a stronger connection to the force as well, and honestly it felt like she was being charged with energy.
"So revan, Here is the proposal in full." He spoke, drawing a new sheet of paper and his brush. "In exchange for aid in acquiring supplies, resources, raw material and aid from the village hidden in the leaves for your needs, you will be offering your services in regards to your unique abilities and skills in the defense and betterment of the village in the time coming, along with potential trades of resources and knowledge of your own you are willing to part with for the betterment of the village. You'll be assigned housing and a escort to help you settle into the village, who will act as my go between between you and I. You are an associate of the hokage and aid in his requests for your services, answering only to me or those I direct, a long term Guest of the hidden leaf, not one of it's civilians." He stated, smiling, as he wrote in a number of loop holes to counter the damned council. Getting a nod from the woman, he sighed his name to the bottom, before turning it to her for her to do the same. Once verified with his official seal, set it to the side, before his bright eyes took a more serious hue. "I will however have to make your status as a person from beyond the stars an absolute secret, one which can only be revealed as necessary. I don't need to start a panic after all. Here." He stated, handing her something he drew from his desk drawer.
"Of course." She spoke, before taking what was handed. It was a small metal piece, an emblem of some kind, it's face showed a flame on it, but on the back looked like a ritualistic circle.
"That emblem is marked with a seal showing your connection to me and my authority in regards to matters involving you. any shinobi of my village will recognize it and give the proper respect. Merely show it if you have problems, however if will not stop you from being brought if in you cause trouble. Understand?" He asked, then to receive a nod. "Good. I'll have a person from the housing staff arrange a home for you, should be ready in a day at most. I assume you'll be returning to your ship?" Another nod and he continued. "Then when you come back you're home will be ready, as well as a tutor to begin your instruction and settling in. Now that that is handled, here." He stated, handing a sheaf of ryo over to her. "An advance so you have some workable currency, more than enough to hold you over till we can work out that detail. Now, have a nice night, Revan." He stated with a smile.
The woman stared at the sheaf of bills and smiled, getting up and giving a deep respectful bow. She hadn't expected the negotiation to go this well, but she wasn't going to stare a gift horse in the mouth. Taking her leave once the silence barrier was withdrawn, the hokage's secretary came in, to which he gave the new document to her to be copied and filed for official recods while he kept the original. In the silence of his office, though, he was thinking of a few other things. Perhaps there was more that revan could do, more than just ridding corruption from the village, but also for a certain hyperactive blonde five year old that he happened to know. Sure straightening out the village and returning full power to him would ensure that, but perhaps something a bit more direct would be beneficial as well. Time could only tell so much now.
Revan herself was thinking along a similar line, though she hadn't mentioned what she sensed from Naruto, or rather from his burden. The kyuubi, a powerful beast...but if it as supposedly an evil demon, then why was it's signature neutral within the force? Then there was the matter of what kind of affects this had on naruto himself. Sensing out her surroundings through the force, she could feel the force attunement in the beings around her, oddly enough, the civilians seemed to have more force potential than the shinobi did, but the glaring star in the immediate area was naruto and his burden obviously. Now that she was in the village, she could clearly feel the boy, and he did possess an aptitude for the force by what she felt, however she'd have to test him to determine how much. Which may work to mutual benefit. By the way sarutobi spoke, then getting up the necessary resources to solve her problems would take time, so taking care of problems in the village would help her cause, and if she trained naruto, it would go well with Sarutobi, not only that, Naruto may well be a competent student and become a powerful figure on this planet if she trained him, so helping the boy himself.
For now she settled for tending to the immediate needs, getting some supplies from the local shops and anything she found of interest. She had gathered a few things, such as shinobi gear that was of a curious nature to analyze when she got back to her ship before she left. Scratching out tsubaki, she replaced it with her own name before finally leaving the village. When she got back, it was food and sleep, she'd clean afterwards. Taking one last look at the village, she started her way back to her ship, where once she arrived, she followed through with her earlier thoughts of quick food and crashed into her bunk while the droids continue their work.
The next day after waking and her morning needs seen to, she was surveying all the droids had done. So far the hull damages had been repaired as well as all non essential systems. Life support was back as well, which just left the engines. Instead of a quick repair, they were being dismantled for a full overhaul with what parts they did have, minus what they were missing. They might lose a bit of power, but doing it like this they could conserve on what they'd actually need to make full repairs by decreasing output here, this part there instead of here, making shortcuts there. With the salvage it helped, but there was a bit they were missing. However with the overhaul on the engines they knew exactly what they were missing and how to make it and replace it in time. In time. Sighing, she left the droids to their work, instead, ging over to the console DOC was working with the ships sensors to get some answer. "Anything." She asked.
"A great deal actually master." The droid started. "For starters, I've determined why we were ripped from hyperspace. There is some kind of Interdiction field around this system. My best guess upon scanner readings is that is a type of EM interference from the system's star. Given that, once we're repaired, we'll have to fly past the boundary of the field before we can make the jump to hyperspace." He stated, turning to revan to address her.
"Odd, but not the weirdest thing in the galaxy. Did the computer manage to chart out the route we took and add it to our star maps?" She went on.
"Yes master, we were lucky though, an unplanned jump in the unknown regions is strife with risks, like this interdiction field for example." The droid could go on but a deadpan look from revan silence any further idea of such. "Anyway, I've also finished analysis of the object you gave me and your own new diagnostic as compared to the one you had recently. Te begin with, the knife you brought me is constructed of a unknown type of steel, it is steel, but it's lighter and tougher, the composition is not like any other metal I've come across, but it's is highly conductive to energy. I would actually suggest exchanging several parts with replacements of this material. The scroll and the markings within remain a complete mystery. As for you however, there is a significant change." At this revan raised an eyebrow.
"Your overall health has risen a great deal, the division of your cells has actually sped up, but I'm seeing a significant reduction in their decomposition and defect rate, meaning your now healing faster, as well as a longer lifespan, by my estimates. There are other changes as well." The droid spoke, pointing to a polished steel plate. There revan could see herself, but now that she was, she saw that her face was more youthful, the few small wrinkles she did have were gone, generally she looked younger, felt it too. "It appears this chakra is quite beneficial to the body, even with the amount you absorbed into your body according to the account you gave me of the event. I did a midi-chlorian check, and the organisms are practically bouncing around in your veins with their excited state of activity."
"That's very interesting. We'll have to do more checks on this, and see if the changes are permanent." She stated, looking herself over and feeling good, physically, mentally and emotionally even looking as some of hr youth returned. A woman was allowed her beauty of course. "So anything else then?" She asked, and received a shake of the head from the droid. "Very well then. We'll continue on as we are. I'll be returning to the village then. Keep working on the ship and let me know if something happens." With a nod from the droid, she turned away and started off.
So there it is, a star wars x naruto crossover. thoughts?