Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Star Wars. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, Star Wars belongs to George Lucas.
Chapter 1:
I will always remember the screams
The horrible screams of those being burned alive, of everything around you be lost in fire.
At this point all the towns and cities in the world have been destroyed by the Empire. They destroyed most of them early on in the invasion to prove their power and to crush any resistance. However, they didn't win that day, for a resistance was born. We hid, and we fought. We struck from the shadows and kept moving: stay in one place too long and the turbolasers would rain down and destroy us. We survived for a year and a half, because our planet was valuable. They wanted to mine the planet's resources, so they wanted to limit the amount of damage to it, so they fought with ground troops, and atmospheric ships, and other things that were possible for us to fight.
One day though, Palpatine grew sick of the situation and ordered the planet burned and then the turbolasers came, the heat turning dirt to glass and burning people alive. We were a primitive people, before the Empire's first contact had no idea that we weren't alone in the universe. We had no ships, no advanced weaponry, and most importantly no defenses. There was no way for us to defend against the orbital bombardment, so many of us died. Some of us, including myself, escaped by loading onto the ships that we have managed to take down or steal over the years.
As the ships departed from a planet in flames, they shot us down. All our spectacular abilities were worthless to defend us. We were helpless, a sensation most of us had never experienced. Despite not knowing how to use the ship's weapons or technology, some of the ships managed to escape. That wasn't the end of our problems though.
Even with rationing, we soon ran low of food and water. Sickness ran rampant. I never got sick. My tenant kept me healthy, which was a gift and curse. For it singled me out and made me a target of resentment. As a result of my health and my power from being trained by my two senseis, I was never physically attacked but there are other ways to attack someone other than physically. It was almost a mercy when the pirates attacked… almost.
They came out of nowhere. Their shots disabled our ships' engines, stranding us in the void. Then they boarded. We leapt at the opportunity. Months of rotting in a metal cage made us desperate for action. Finally here was an enemy that we could fight. We just couldn't fight it well.
The ships' narrow corridors did not lend themselves well to our style of fighting. They prevented us from using our superior agility and mobility. In normal circumstances we could have dealt with that, but we were tired, malnourished, and most of us were sick. We barely had enough energy to survive; we certainly didn't have enough energy to summon fireballs or any of the other abilities we had trained our entire lives to gain.
Realizing our fight was futile, most of us fled to the escape pods. I got to a one person escape pod and launched it. I managed to escape, the escape pod having hyperspace capability. Realistically some others must have escaped to, how many I have no idea.
My pod eventually ended up on Tatooine, a tiny scrap of sand and dirt in the middle of nowhere. A tough lawless place where the strong survive and the weak die, or wish they were. It was also a place that could appreciate a man of my unique talents, and where someone of my training could survive and thrive.
But however well I did, how successful my business was. In the end I had nothing, for I was…
Alone.
Excerpt from the journal of Naruto Uzumaki
The room was cheap and small. The dirt and sand that was engrained in everything had been there so long it couldn't be removed, but rather it became a part of the room's character. The room had cost far more credits than it was worth, but it was still cheap so Naruto paid for it with the handful of credits he had been able to steal.
Currently he was sleeping, but not peacefully. Held in the grasp of a nightmare, he tossed and turned. Suddenly his eyes shot open, and shone blood red.
Tendrils of red energy burst from his body and ripped apart the room, rending the metal from the walls and piercing the ceiling, walls, and floor. Naruto rose to his feet and roared.
Then the door flew open to reveal a portly alien of an origin that the alien himself didn't even know.
"What the hell! Damn force user, get out of my apartment building you piece of shit!"
Then Naruto turned toward him and his eyes glowed, which made the man freeze in fear, but there was no reason for a couple seconds later the demonic red power had receded back into Naruto 's body.
"Sorry for the damages. I'll leave."
"Not so fast, who's going to pay for this?"
"I can't pay for that."
"Well then I guess we'll contact the authorities. I think there's a bounty on people like you."
"In lieu of payment, I offer a service."
The man raised a feeler.
"Oh? What can you do for me?"
"What do you need done?"
Jabba the Hutt, crime lord, powerful, rich, old, and… apparently a giant slug. He spoke in Huttese, a language that Naruto didn't understand. The Huttese words were automatically translated by a protocol droid.
"The great and honorable Jabba welcomes you assassin".
"I am not technically an assassin. I'm a mercenary, I just do a lot of assassination work."
"His lordship expresses doubt as to your abilities, especially to the degree that he has heard of them. He finds them unlikely given your age and lack of size."
"Look Jabba, you called me here. I assumed it was because you wanted to hire me. Now if you want to hire me, tell me what you want. If you don't, then I'll go, but I have better things to do then stand here waiting for a fat ass slug to make up his mind."
The tension in the room dramatically rose, but it was broken when Jabba started to laugh.
"The honorable Jabba expresses amusement at your candor, but warns if you do it again he will have your entrails ripped out and have you hanged with them."
"Since I imagine that would really hurt and I kinda like my insides staying on the inside… so… um… how can I prove myself to you?"
In response Jabba pressed a button dumping Naruto into an underground cavern. Naruto landed softly on his feet and noted the 6 figures in the shadows around him.
"The exalted Jabba demands a trial of combat. Survive and he will talk to you."
The figures emerged from the shadows, and Naruto had to hold back a laugh.
"Giant pigs with axes, I'm so scared. Note the sarcasm, I'm not used to speaking in Basic and I don't want there to be any confusion."
With a grunt one of the Gamorreans ran at Naruto, with their ax held high. Naruto waited until the guard got close then calmly stepped up close to him and punched him in the throat. The Gamorrean lost his grip on his ax, and Naruto grabbed the ax in midair and slammed its blunt side into the side of the guard's head.
He saw two more guard heading towards him with another one right behind. He used the ax he took earlier to snare the ax of the guard on the right and pull the guard off balance, and then he kneed the Gamorrean in the stomach and elbowed him in the back of his head. He then dropped to the ground and broke the other guard's knee cap sending the Gamorrean to the ground. He then threw his ax at the third guard, its blunt edge connecting with the guard's skull, knocking him unconscious.
Naruto then turned around to see another pig guard swinging an ax double handed at him. Naruto caught the ax by its shaft with his left hand, and pointed his right palm at the Gamorrean's chest.
Suddenly a burst of pressurized air burst from his palm and slammed into the guard's chest, which snapped his ribs on contact. It also sent the guard flying into a wall 20 meters back.
The final guard ran at Naruto who simply stood there calmly. Then his eyes for the briefest instant flashed red and the pig guard froze in place. The only sign of life he exhibited was the occasional whimper of fear. Naruto then walked up and pushed the guard over.
Naruto then jumped up through the trap door back into Jabba's throne room. He then said with a smirk and a swagger,
"Let's talk business."
"So after I beat down those guards, I mean I was like bamm, bamm, whamm, whamm, it was really cool, I went to Jabba and said, 'let's talk business'."
Naruto was in a cantina discussing his latest adventure with three of his friends. A red headed bearded man said softly,
"You're crazy Naruto."
Another man who featured orange scales said,
"You called Jabba the Hutt a fat ass slug?"
"I'm just calling it the way I see it. The guy needs to go on a diet, or do some sit-ups or something, because he's got a bit of a gut."
"He could have killed you."
"But he didn't. Look he summoned me to his fortress. He's the one who wanted me there. I figured that if he wanted me dead, I already would be. Given he's like 600 years old; I also figured he wasn't going to go flying off the handle if I insulted him. And since I'm still alive, I guess I was right, yay for me."
A third man with dark hair said,
"Out of curiosity Naruto, where are you from? I have been all over the galaxy and I can't place your accent."
"I'm from Shuuyoujo, it's a small planet deep in the unknown regions, really unimportant, no one has heard of it."
The first man said,
"Is it nice?"
"… it was."
There was a very awkward silence.
The man with dark hair looked at his wrist.
"Oh I got to go, sorry about running out like this; we got to do this again sometime."
The man with the scales said,
"I kinda have to go too; my lunch hour is just about done."
The red headed man stood up.
"Where are you going, your job doesn't start for 7 hours?"
"My old job doesn't start for 7 hours, my new one does."
"You got fired again?"
"Yeah, the boss man got totally freaked out when he caught me get friendly with a girl in his office."
"How friendly?"
"There are stains and smells he will never be able to get out of his desk."
"Who was the girl?"
"His daughter."
"And you call me crazy."
"Yeah whatever, I got to go, I'll see you man."
Naruto looked at the empty table around him, sighed, and said softly,
"Yeah, see you."
Two enemies circled around him waiting for an opening, and the hot desert sun beat down on him. There was nothing around for kilometers on purpose for he didn't want an innocent to get hurt.
One of the enemies ran at him. Naruto dodged the blow and attempted to counterattack but the blow was blocked and he was kicked into a nearby rock formation. His opponent ran in to follow up on his momentary weakness, but Naruto jumped up and sticking to the rock with his chakra imbued hands swung his feet forward smashing his opponent's face into the stone.
Having suffered too much damage, Naruto's second to last shadow clone disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Naruto then threw himself to the side, barely avoiding a gout of flames. His clone maintained the flames and moves the stream towards him and Naruto dove behind the rock. He threw sand to the left, the clone instinctually blasted it, and Naruto slipped out the right side and ran at his clone. He then threw a burst of wind at the ground causing a cloud of sand to rise up obscuring the entire area.
The clone whipped out a kunai and swung the blade behind him blocking a blow from Naruto's kunai. The knife fight was fast and vicious. But ended with Naruto's blade sinking into the clone's throat.
Naruto breathed heavily, panting hard, trying to catch his breath, he had been doing this for hours. His left arm hung limp as a result of a strike by the clone that severed a few tendons but he wasn't worried. As a result of his tenant he was already starting to regain mobility. His arm would be fine, pity he wasn't.
He really had tried to move on with his life. To create a new life in the galaxy, to put Palpatine out of his mind, but he couldn't. He tried to create friendships, but they were empty and flat. He was too different from them, too much of his life he had to keep hidden. Whenever he let slip one of those hidden parts they would get uncomfortable and find some excuse to leave like some of his friends had earlier. He knew the problem was him, and he knew what exactly the problem was. He thirsted for revenge. It was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about before going to bed. It was on his mind constantly, a constant level of rage and anger that unconsciously affected how he acted and haunted almost every waking moment. In many ways, revenge was all he had now.
Sometimes he would spend time daydreaming about what he would do to Palpatine when he got a hold of him. How he would rip the man apart chunk by bloody chunk, and then grind up the remains until he resembled ground meat. How he would skin him and make him burn. Right now he trained and bided his time. When the time came, he would make his way to Coruscant and strike. He would have his revenge.
And that was a promise of a lifetime.
With a gesture 10 new clones appeared around him.
"Let's go again."