A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own Shingeki no Kyojin, Star Wars or anything else I write about.

Alright dear readers, I hope you enjoy this fic, I feel like I'm going to have a bit of fun with it. This is set at no specific time, but closer to Old Republic reference.

Chapter 1

"Eren will you please settle down!" Carla Jaeger pleaded for the fourth time to her five year old son.

But Eren could not settle down. His woobly feet continued to swing his new toy sword that his father just gave him this morning. It was an extra special present to soften the blow of telling Eren that was leaving again for quite a while. Those with medical skills are in high demand in their sector of the galaxy. The money is even more important to keep their small family afloat. With a hug and promise that he would be back before he knew it, and the toy sword, the child was coping decently. His mother however, wasn't coping as well.

'Grisha just had to get him that...and then leave...' Carla thought sadly to herself, right before Eren took a strong swipe at a cleaning droid, on 'accident.'

"Arughh, Eren! Give me that!" Carla nearly shouted.

The little boy turned suddenly to face his mother when she stood over him. A look of terrible sadness glazed his wide green eyes. He looked so innocent and distressed that Carla softened a bit. Though not enough for her keep from outstretching her hand for Eren to surrender his sword.

"I won't!" Eren cried, grabbing onto the sword to hold it tightly against his chest.

"Eren!" Carla pressed, her feet moving forward as Eren's tiny feet were backpeddling him further away.

Carla knew her son better than anybody at his point. She knew he was sometimes defiant, hardheaded and at other times purely reckless. Yet when Eren turned sharply and ran for the door to escape, she was a bit suprised.

Eren would never hand over his new prized sword, he couldn't. It was his new weapon against the terrors that haunt his nightmares. 'It had to' he thought, 'Dad said so before he left. Dad's always right about everything.'

This resolve lead Eren to keep running out of the front door against his mother's shouts and cries. His arms still cradling the childish weapon tightly against him. He didn't dare to look back, only to keep running forward.

Carla leaned tiredly against the front door frame. She was tired of shouting now that it was clear the boy wouldn't stop. Carla wasn't as concerned as others might be. Eren had done similar things recently, he would always be back in five or ten minutes. His mother made sure that he knew the small settlement they lived. 'It was quiet and safe', even with a bit more Republic people passing through,' she thought as she went back to a neglected cooking droid that was currently ruining their dinner. The three distant suns shined low on the horizon, casting light in a long lasting dark reddish dusk that would last for at least another hour.

But still, worry presisted in the young mother.

"Armin!" Carla called loudly.

With a squeak of gears rouding the corner, the protocol droid named 'Armin' appeared. It was quite old for a typical protocol droid and quite weathered all in all. Yet oddly enough, Eren grew attached to it. Therefore Grisha installed a few basic programs to ease commication between the two. Mostly information caches, in the hopes it's endless answers could sastify Eren's curious mind.

"Yes," came the dull robotic voice of the mostly golden tinted droid.

"Go out and find Eren, make sure he gets back safe," Carla instructed.

"Right away," spoke the droid, he turned and walked in it's clunky way to find his Master.

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Eren ran and ran until his legs nearly gave up on him. He hastily turned to check and make sure that he had not been followed by his mother. When he decided it was safe, he relaxed and grabbed the hilt of his prize in wonder. It was unique for a toy sword that remained somewhat safe. It had a green metallic blade that was more of a tube since it had no edges. Yet it could absorb impact, so even with a child hitting things, it wasn't likely to harm it.

Finally when the fascination stopped, Eren grew worried. He knew he had crossed the line again, and how mad she would be when he got back. Eren turned to sadly walk back, when due to his downcast eyes, he walked directly into a stranger.

"Sorry," Eren mumbled before turning his eyes upward.

The stranger was definatly curious to the young boy. He couldn't tell anything about them due to their heavy black robes and drawn hood. Already facing him, the stranger squatted down to look at the boy at eye level, though Eren could not see through the shadow of the hood.

"That's a cool sword you got there!" exclaimed the stranger with slight bubble in their voice.

"Thanks!" Eren lit up, smiling brightly at the stranger. "My daddy just got it for me."

"MmmmHmmm," the stranger nodded for a few awkward seconds before bolting upright. "Hey! Follow me!" spoke the stranger as they took a few quick steps.

"I don't know," murmured Eren, he knew he shouldn't talk to people he didn't know.

"Come on, I want to show you this," the stranger teased, flashing a golden object from inside their sleeve. "Hurry up!" was taunted twice before the stranger took of at a light jog.

Eren's worst insticts took over and he chased after the dark figure. The stranger kept a good distance between him, continuously cutting corners and giggling like a small child too. By the time the stranger stopped, they had reached the outskirts of the settlement and there was no one else around to be seen. Eren wasn't afraid, he was still too naive to think of strangers as being so dangerous.

"You're a special little boy, aren't you?" teased the stranger. To which Eren swelled with pride. "I want you to help me find something," the stranger continued, pulling out the palm sized golden object. With a single touch of their gloved finger, a hologram appeared. "Have you ever seen one of these before?" questioned the stranger.

Eren didn't reply at first, he was too taken back. The figure in the hologram looked very similar to the figure that stood before him. All covered in robes moving in the light blue static of the projection. The hologram spoke in an eerie language that he hadn't heard before. Then a beam of light came from the hand of the hologram to form the appearance of a sword. The projection went on to horrifically swing and twirl the sword before the power turned off.

"Well," pressed the stranger, now in a menacing tone.

Eren slowly shook his head no.

"Are you sure?" pressed the stranger again, inching forward. "I feel like you do."

"Wh...why wo-" Eren stammered.

"Master, there you are," dully spoke the droid Armin upon finding his young master.

Eren turned and hurriedly moved to the side of the droid.

The stranger huffed and muttered a soft, "Whatever...hurry and make it home."

Suddenly a loud blast was heard ringing in the distance. Eren turned quickly into the direction of the sound. Then another blast, and another were ringing through the air as Eren moved his hands to cover his ears. When he turned to look in the direction of the mysterious stranger, they were no longer there.