Hope is still Alive

Hey guys. I've always wanted to try a star wars crossover so I hope ya'll like it. Review please the feed back helps more than you think.

Ch1: Dead man walking

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Felucia, unknown location

A blonde haired man watched the company of clones move through the dense jungle. He had no emotion in his open right eye. His left was closed with a scar going over it.

He knew what Palpatine had planned and he honestly didn't care. He had given up on peace all those years ago when he went through war after war. He didn't care who won, he just picked a side and fought to the bitter end.

This was the only war he hadn't been involved in. At least not directly. Several clients had hired him for assasination missions and the works.

He found hims gaze lingering on the blue skinned woman. She was beautiful, had a shapely body- He pushed these thoughts away. For over five thousand years he had not been able to die. He couldn't have a family without them dieing while he watched on, forever young. Besides, his world had been destroyed long ago.

For the longest time he felt dead but couldn't die.

He turned and walked into the jungle. He started to get the same feeling in his gut whenever he was going to get dragged into something.

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Felucia

Outer-rim Territories

Aayla Secura walked out of the tent and stretched her aching muscles, failing to suppress a groan as she felt her joints pop. She had been stuck in that communications tent for the past two hours being debriefed by Masters Yoda and Windu. To be debriefed by the two of the highest ranking Masters of the Jedi Order was an intimidating endeavour, and not something she would like to be in again anytime soon. Felucia was a burning death trap. The temperature during the day was staggering at between sixty to eighty degrees, except during the night cycle or heavy storms, where it was known to fall to minus ten.

Aayla's choice of attire was just right for this environment. At the moment she had chosen to wear a pair of skin tight leather pants, a cut leather vest which left her arms and stomach bear and a pair of knee high black boots. Even with this attire it was still hot, and she was usually covered in sweat from her exertions before the day was out. She certainly didn't envy her Clone Troopers, boiling away inside those armoured suits.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them to see the stream of activity taking place around her. The base was being taken down and packed up. Her army was on the move. Clone troopers were loading themselves inside All Terrain Open Transports, AT-OT's, and the four legged All Terrain Tactical Enforcers, or AT-TE's. All in all they were on schedule, and the 327th Star Corps would be ready to advance within the hour.

The Divisions Clone Commander, Bly, told her the entire corp respected her for getting them out of several tight spots. after their first tour together. Aayla was hoping for the division to return to Coruscant after the battle of Seleucami for leave, but was denied and given a new mission.

Originally the mission was to capture high ranking Separatist leader Shu Mai. But that had quickly changed just a few days after they arrived on planet. They had saved a fellow Jedi Knight, Barriss Offee, who had reported that not only had Shu Mai left the planet, but she had planned to poison Felucia's water supply. Aayla reported this to the High Council, where she was ordered to remain and stop this crisis.

"Ma'am," She turned to see her friend and confidant standing to attention right behind her. Bly was her Clone Commander, the second-in-command of the 327th. He had watched her back since she was assigned as their superior, and the two had become close friends over the years they spent together. Bly was fully garbed in his field armour, the once pristine white with yellow trim now chipped and scorched from combat. "The division is ready to move out. All we are waiting for is your order."

She nodded her head, "Very well commander. Tell the Division they may advance."

"Yes, General," The commander replied, before leaning in a little. "Are you alright, old scruffs didn't give you a hard time did they."

She smirked at his statement. Bly had become quite protective of her over the years, heck half the corps had become overprotecting of her. "Nothing I couldn't take care of. They just want to know when we'll be finished mopping up."

She sighed before changing the subject. "Has Barriss moved out yet?"

"About ten minutes ago General," Bly replied. "Don't worry she's in good hands."

"Of course she's in good hands, Galle's with her." Aayla replied with a pout, turning around to survey the thick alien jungle before her.

It happened suddenly. Her mind was assaulted by a mass of memories and emotions that were not hers. So many that it was impossible to filter them out, they were completely incoherent. Hands blurred up to hold onto her forehead. She let out a gasp, and then a startled cry as the psychic backlash continued its assault. A few images became clear.

An entire continent plunged into war. A madman trying to conquer all.

Several cities in ruins, buildings burning and streets littered with corpses. Battlefields covered with blood and strange white monsters.

Shadowy figures wearing black cloaks with red clouds. A single blonde haired man in a black trench coat, with some sort of head band that was slashed through.

Aayla awoke with a start, feeling a set of hands grip her shoulders and shake her. Slowly she opened her eyes to be met with Bly's worried face. His mouth moved, but she could not hear the words.

"General, damn it Aayla. Can you hear me!"

"Yes," She replied, voice a croak. "Yes Bly, I can hear you."

"Are you alright?" The commander asked, face set in a worried frown as he helped her into a sitting position. Had she blacked out? She didn't know, but judging by her commander's reaction she must have.

"I don't know," Aayla replied with a frown, right hand absently massaging her temple in a vain attempt to rid her of the lingering pain. "I think I had a vision, but it was strong, stronger than anything I've ever had before."

The commander nodded. "Should I call a medic?"

"No." Aayla replied, accepting his extended hand to help her get back to her feet. "It's nothing, I'll be fine."

She turned, ignoring Bly's worried glance to look over the alien Felucian forest. Mushroom shaped trees reaching up to the skyline, barren landscape occasionally broken by the shoots of smaller vegetation she did not recognise. Something in those woods was calling to her. She didn't know what, just that she felt some kind of pull coming from there. Like the force was guiding her.

"Bly, can you take command for a moment?" She asked, knowing the answer before it left his mouth.

"Of course." Bly replied in an unsure voice. "Then lead them to the rendezvous point." She ordered lightly, offering him a reassuring smile to try and negate his fears.

It didn't work.

"I don't think I should leave you alone after such a well, I don't know what it was." He said in a concerned tone of voice.

She waved him off, "I'm fine now Bly, but something in this forest is calling out to me, and I don't think I'll get any rest until I find out what."

Bly studied her for a moment before sighing in defeat. The rest of them will have his balls on a hook for this. "Can I at least convince you to take a squad of ARC Troopers along?"

She gave him a cheeky grin. "They'll only slow me down. But if it puts your mind at rest then alright." She started walking towards the dense jungle.

Bly nodded and put his helmet back on. "Alpha team, escort the General until the rendezvous point. We'll meet you there." A group of four ARC troopers all saluted and moved to follow their General.

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Jungles of Felucia

Bly had been leading the company to the rendezvous for about ten minutes when his communicator went off. It was a secured channel that could only be accessed by the Chancilor himself.

A blue hologram appeared and said words that made him loose all faith.

"Execute Order 66." Before it had ended he was already running towards Aayla. He shouted for one of his captains to take charge and carry on.

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Aayla was only about twenty yards ahead of the ARC squad when the sergent recieved the order.

He discretely signaled the other three and told them the order. As they prepared their weapons they walked closer to her. Something she noticed.

"I'm sorry General. It's been an honor serving with you." Aayla's eyes widened and she tried to reach for her light saber but the clones already had their weapons aimed at her.

She sqweezed her eyes shut, waiting for the end. She heard blasts going off and several screams. She hesitantly opened her eyes and saw all four clones dead and the mysterious man from her vision in front of her. Bly had burst through the canopy with his blaster ready to fire. He kept it raised at the stranger when he saw the dead bodies.

He was wearing black cargo pants that were tucked into black, steel-toed combat boots. He had on a skin tight, sleeveless black shirt/mask combo. A Black trench coat that had a high collar topped the look. Its sleeves looked as if they had been ripped off and the bottom looked tattered as well. He also was wearing thin, black sunglasses that covered his eyes, the left one had a scar going over it . He had a wierd tatoo of a Kitsune on his right arm. It looked like a demonic fox ready to strike with tribal markings all around it. He also had a head band with a slash on it as well that was located on his right shoulder. His hair was pulled into a small pony tail that stopped about mid shoulder.

But what drew her attention most was the six foot long blade leaning on his shoulder. It was bandaged with blood seeping through it. The bottom of the hilt was decorated with a skull.

"General, we have to get you out of here. The others are going to start Order 66." Bly said in a rushed tone full of worry. His blaster was still pointed at the blonde.

Aayla looked startled at what he said. "Wait, what is Order 66? We weren't briefed on it." The blonde haired man finally spoke in an bored tone.

"He means that when the Chancilor gives that order, then all Jedi are to be eliminated. It's to only be used when the Chancilor has had an attempted assasination on his life via the Jedi. And could you stop pointing that shit at me. I saved her from your men. Now I'm gonna leave this god forsaken rock. You two can come if you want, but your welcome to try your chances with an army of clones." Aayla widened her eyes as the strange man spoke. Bly looked at her for the confirmation to lower his weapon and when she nodded her head he did just that.

Aayla looked at the man still shocked out of her mind and horrified at the possibilities. "I can't go. I need to recuse Barriss before they get to her. Come on Bly." Before she could leave though the stranger stopped them.

"She's already dead. I felt her life fade right before your men turned on you." Aayla stopped in her tracks. She was faced away from both men so they coudn't see her tears. Bly turned to the blonde and spoke hesitantly.

"What do you mean by, 'felt' her life fade?" Aayla turned as she was curious as well, her tears were gone and the only sign that she had cried was her blood-shot eyes.

"I'll explain it later, if we don't leave right now they are going to send renforcements. My ship is not far from here." He turned and walked in the direction of his ship. Bly looked at his superior for orders.

Aayla sighed before walking after him. "It's not like we have anywhere else to go." Bly nodded his head sadly to the grim statement. "Would it be too much trouble to know the name of the man who saved me?" Aayla asked the blonde who only faltered for a second.

"Naruto." Was all he said before continuing.

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After a ten minute walk they arrived at his ship.

It was a YT-1300 freighter. It was a dull grey color with some white. In faded letters they saw it's name, Forward onto Dawn. The ship itself looked menacing. It had so many weapons and cannons poking out of it. When they were inside both Bly and Aayla were impressed by the hard ware on the ship.

All of its systems were very advanced and as state of the art as they get. It's engines were definantly not legal. It had heavy duty sheilds and life support systems. The damn thing even had two ball turrets and sixteen torpedo tubes. Two rear turrets guarded the backside. Three cannons were positioned on both sides as well. All in all it was armed to the teeth.

As the followed Naruto to the control room they noticed that almost every room stored some kind of weapon. Bly was starting to drool at the prospect of so much gear while Aayla was curious to why he would need all of those weapons.

Naruto sat in the pilot's chair and started to lift her off the ground. Aayla and Bly didn't relax until they had entered hyper-space. Naruto set the ship on auto-pilot while he walked past them towards the Armory/Storage Bay.

"There are two rooms down the hall you can use. The cafeteria is just past that. I don't mind if you restock your weapons and ammo because where we're headed, you're gonna need it. It will take a few days to get there though." He continued down the hall and disappeared.

Bly sighed and walked towards the cafeteria. "This is gonna be along trip." Aayla nodded her head and followed him. She wanted to question Naruto more on his abilities, but he said the trip would take a little while and they had time. So she decided to eat first.

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Hey hoped ya liked it. This isn't a copy of The Good Left Undone, the start is only kinda similar. Yes I also know the relevance of the ship's name to those who have played Halo.

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