I always wanted to write a Star Wars Crossover fanfic, but I never really got the mind to go and do it… finally I started this one… It's my first and so probably horrid, and I also am far too lazy to do adequate research for this so if you find any discrepancies do tell… I like critical reviews, so please feel free to bash me… just not too hard, this is my first story.

I OWN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING… well, maybe except for a few character names I made up, but other than that NOTHING!!

Chapter 1

Near the end of Episode III

The Valorous slipped through hyperspace with a silent rumble. Transporting the veteran 35th Republic Marines, the Cruiser was heading to reinforce the Republic 11th Fleet blockading the Separatist stronghold of Woriane. For months, the 35th had been fighting across the galaxy, protecting vulnerable worlds that had not been assigned permanent garrisons due to lack of manpower. Even with the massive Kaminoan Clone army the Republic Navy was having trouble keeping back ever increasing droid forays into Republic space. The war that had been raging for years was reaching a devastating climax, and sooner or later, one side would break.

"Ok, try and hold still sir; this will only take a minute." The clone medic brought up the syringe of pale blue fluid and with practiced precision, stuck it into Bryan's arm with a quick jab. "Gah! Did you really have to stick me so hard Jarvis?" General Cai jumped off the medical cot and massaged his arm with his free hand while smirking at his friend and current doctor. "Really General? After having survived the explosion and decompression of that corvette, you complain about a little needle?" the medic noted as the General frowned and poked his arm.

Bryans winced as he thought back to the disastrous attempt to negotiate with the Separatist Mercenaries blockading Tryian a few days back. After failing to be convinced to pull out of the system, the pirates had then fired on the Jedi Corvette and severely damaged it. Bryans and his crew barely made it back to the ship with enough oxygen to live. However, with the Valorous's medical wing swamped with casualties from the battle on-planet, the Jedi had foregone treatment for his wounds so that those with more serious injuries could be taken care of first. But now that most of the men had been patched up, Bryans found himself back under the watchful eye of the ship's primary doctor again.

"I've cleaned up most of your deeper cuts and also injected a few melts for your fractured arm. It should be fine in a few days as long as you don't get blown up again."

"Thanks Doc, I'll try to keep out of the way next time…"

"Sure you will, like you did that other time on Darian. Must say you Jedi do heal faster than anyone else I've ever seen though…"

Bryans just grinned and waved as he walked out of the Medical Wing "Sure thing Doc!..." Finding a lift, he soon walked onto the Valorous's bridge.

During the last battle, a Tri-fighter had slammed into the sensor array on the Acclamator's top-deck and knocked out long range communication. As a result, the men aboard the ship had not been in contact with High Command since entering hyperspace. "Captain Hans, what's state of communications? Have the engineers managed to fix the sensors yet?"

"Ahh… No general, the impact seared the main dish entirely off and blew what was left to scrap so we'll need to replace the entire array."

"… Right then, try and raise the 11th using the short range when we're out of hyperspace. They'll probably want us in some sector or another and maybe we can find a spare somewhere too"

"Yes sir, we should be arriving in a few moments."

"Captain, 20 seconds to normal space revision!" called out the nav. officer from his post near the main view-screen. "Alright then lieutenant, revert when ready." As Bryans and Hans watched, the mesmerizing blue of hyperspace suddenly shot back into an eerie blackness sprinkled with twinkles of stars. Arrayed in front of them were the massive cruisers and ships of the 11th Fleet, holding position around Woriane. Hundreds of Venators, Acclamators, and swarms of star-fighters presented a daunting obstacle to any Separatist attempt at escaping the planet.

"General, receiving transmission from the Flagship Adamantine sir"

"Good, bring it up on the main screen."

The holo-projector in the middle of the room flickered and suddenly burst into the image of a helmeted clone commander. The clone looked over to Captain Hans and then started for a second as he took note of General Bryans. "This is Commander Eitt here Valorous."

"Good day Commander, this is Captain Hans of the Valorous. We've been sent from the Tryian System to assist in your attack."

"Yes Captain Hans, we're glad to have you here. We'll send a party to inform you of our current situation… Our words may be monitored by Separatist hackers; we've been having trouble keeping them out of our comm. lines." The Commander looked off screen for a moment and conversed with someone not in view of the holo-projector, then turned back. "Our men are taking off now; prepare to let them in your hanger. Commander Eitt signing off." And with that, the projection shut off.

"Odd welcome." said Bryans as both men turned to walk to the hanger.

"Well, maybe he was worried the tin-heads were listening at the time", replied Hans. "He could have at least addressed me too."

"Hah. What? Your non-existent pride is smarting from not having been saluted by a random commander?"

"Well that was just rather, odd…" Bryans pushed his doubts down as he moved towards the lift, but he couldn't help but feel a strange chill creep down his back… something was wrong, and by the Force, he had a strange feeling he would soon find out what…

The Varden Camp

Shortly after the siege of Feinster, Alagaësia

The remaining Imperial soldiers were slowly rooted out of the now, primarily Varden controlled city. The rebels had taken Feinster with moderate casualties and with the help of Eragon and Arya's timely intervention had prevented the use of a Shade by 3 of Galbatorix's magicians. Now, the Varden were focusing on occupying and preparing Feinster for possible counterattack from Galbatorix's numerous regiments thought to be roaming the country. Tired men dragged out tents and set up patrols around the massive city walls, preparing for a long night…

Eragon walked back to his tent slowly, absorbed in thought. The meeting with Nasuada had been relieving, but now his days of traveling and the fight with the Shade before were catching up with him and he needed to rest.

Eragon, where are you now? Saphira, his sapphire blue dragon and closest friend called over the mental link they shared.

I'm heading over to my tent, can you meet me outside?

Alright little one, I'll try and not knock over any tents when I land…

Eragon grinned to himself as he tried to imagine the looks on the Varden soldiers who'd been unfortunate enough to pitch their tents too close to the preferred landing site of a dragon. Hopefully they wouldn't be too mad.

He just managed to reach his tent in time to see Saphira land in front of it with a huge whoosh of air. The surrounding tents rippled with the massive air disturbances, swaying dangerously, but luckily for the startled men inside, stayed up.

Nice one Saphira, but you could have made a little less noise…

Ha, it's not my fault that there's not enough space between this silly dwellings. I am a dragon, not a pet dog, and won't go tiptoe around just to be quiet.

Ok, I was just saying… we're probably not the only ones tired beyond belief today…

Eragon ducked into his tent and threw off most of his armor before throwing himself on the bed.

Goodnight Saphira,

Goodnight little one.

And without further thought, he fell asleep…

As the noises Varden camp slowly wound down and the troops retired, the skies above Alagaësia suddenly flashed with a massive disturbance. Far above normal sight, a flaming ship suddenly jumped out of thin-air and started a burning decent to the surface of the planet. Huge chunks of metal and machinery fell from the devastated vessel, yet somehow, it managed to slow its fall a bit before impacting ocean just a few leagues north of Feinster. To Varden lookouts, it seemed as though a comet had struck the ocean, but unseen to their eyes, a lone figure struggled out of the surf and then collapsed onto the sand.

Bryan Cai had barely managed to jump from the battered CR-20 before it's fiery end in the waves before him. Landing in the water had felt like hitting a permacrete wall and given about the same results. The tide had fortunately carried him close enough to shore, otherwise he'd have surely drowned, and he weakly swam the rest of the way. After dragging himself out of the sea, he'd fallen onto the sand, unconscious.

Shhhhhhhh…… csshhhhhhh….

Bryan's eyes registered a blinding light as he slowly came to.

What the hell… am I dead?. As he sat up and felt the soft sand under his hands, he remembered what had happened the night before.

After having walked into the hanger, he'd waited with Captain Hans for the Carrier from the Adamantine to land its party. A contingent of 35th marines had lined up in ranks to receive the visitors. The ramp came down to reveal a clone captain and his guard striding towards the assembled men.

"Welcome aboard the Valorous captain. How has the blockade been going?" asked Bryan as he walked forward to meet the clone.

The trooper paused for a moment and cocked his head. His men fanned out on his sides as he put a hand to his comlink.

"I'm sorry sir, but you're going to have to come with us." As he said this, the clones spread out on his flanks raised their blasters, taking aim at Bryans and Hans. The marines of the 35th yelled out and raised their own weapons while Hans drew his pistol.

"What are you doing man?! We're here to help your blockade!"

"Order 66 has commenced and all Jedi are to be disposed of immediately", answered the armored clone, expression unreadable behind his visor.

To this the Captain stopped, shock registering in his eyes, "Order 66?... That's impossible… I'm ordering you to Stand Down soldier! The Jedi have fought alongside us in the war since the start! They've been our greatest allies in time of need! Why are they being arrested?!?"

All clone soldiers are trained to obey orders without protest or debate, but the men of the 35th, after having spent years in space alone had formed bonds beyond those of the strict Kaminoan training regimes. Watched their brothers fight and die with only the support of a lone Jedi who often took enormous risk to save lives, had created a hard respect which no orders from an uncaring emperor watching from the sidelines would ever trump. They would stand by their general's side or die.

"If you do not lower your weapons, you will all be considered traitors of the Republic and dealt with accordingly, now stand down and comply with our orders!"

When the marines did not drop their blasters, the commander took a step back and raised his blaster, a slight nod of the head was all the warning he gave, and suddenly, everyone opened fire.

yay... this must be the 3rd time I've edited this chapter...