(AN) Hello! So I had watched the Last Jedi, and the next day I felt the urge to write. This is what I came up with. It took way longer than expected to write this. This was originally going to be a one-shot in my Dark!Sam story-The many evils of Sam Winchester but I've changed my mind. This story feels larger and I want it to be at least a few chapters long. I always wanted to do a Star Wars story within the realm of either Supernatural or Teen Wolf, and I decided to do both. I've seen writers on FF do that and so I will also have this story Supernatural, but I might change a few things to fit the fandom I'm writing for. And I'm pleased to be presenting this to you. I do have a few important questions at the end of this chapter as who Stiles's rival will be and such. Other than that please keep reading and enjoy the story.

Warnings-muder, mass genocide, kidnapping, manipulation, force bond, etc..

Disclaimer- I do NOT own Star Wars or any part of its universe or characters. Also being said, I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters. Please don't sue me.

Stiles's POV: Location_Hoth-

The light side, the dark side. I would be lying if I said I haven't felt the pull from them both, that I still do...I was born to follow the light, trained to do so my entire life. I am a Jedi knight and I represent as a beacon of peace throughout the galaxy. I put all others before myself. Yet, why do I still feel the darkness? The desire to join a force that is beyond evil, beyond rational approach? Is is because the Sith don't have to play by the rules? Is is because they can get whatever they desire? Or is it simply because they can love without punishment?

I shiver at the prospect. Love, it's one of the few things Jedi aren't permitted to have. We can't feel attachment or attraction. We can only have selfless love thowards family members and friends. The desire for anything beyond that and friendliness is a breach of the Jedi code. Jedi also may never marry or have children. And for that my heart weeps for the love I never had or will ever will have. I almost don't catch how my sadness morphes into anger, turning into fury, and I quickly repress the emotions. I'm not week, I can't let myself feel this way. It's uncanny and I will not fall prey to the bleak emotions of the Sith.

Why do I let myself fall down this rabbit hole of thinking? I should be proud to be one of the galaxy's greatest protectors. I save people and I snuff out the dark that poisons as the shadow of the light. Focus on your mission Stiles and remember master's words...'Always protect the light.'

I hear the approach of footsteps and a hum from the force. I know who it is before I see the approaching figure, it's my master. Deaton. It seems like he always comes when someone is thinking about him, or at least when I always do.

"What are you doing out here in the cold, young Jedi?" Deaton asks. The disapproval in his tone at my actions tells me to school my words and to be respectful. Even though Deaton is one of the more relaxed Jedi masters there is, there is no excuse to treat him with anything other than respect.

"I'm sorry master. I just came out here for a breath of fresh air. I had the dream again. It felt more real this time. Please, forgive me." I shutter after speaking but not because of the icy weather, but because I remember my nightmare so clearly. I remember him so clearly, the man who has been haunting my dreams.

For over half a moon cycle my dreams have been plagued by what I had first thought to believe were visions. In the dreams which always are the same I see red, I see carnage. I see a battle that appears to be made up of equal sides but one gains the upper hand. I see Jedi fall, I see the masked man behind it all.

The strange thing is everything is always the same in the dream but not him. With every dream he always comes to me and says different things. At first he seemed surprised and intrigued by me but then that changed into anger as he perceived me to be a distraction from his destined path. But recently the man has treated me kindly, he says he thinks we're destined to rule together. I'm happy the man is just a figure of my dreams.

"Stiles," Deaton interrupts my dark thoughts. "I know your dreams feel real but they are just that. Dreams and nothing more. The battle and the man you see are just figments of your imagination. You are just stressed but I know what will help. I want you to reach out into the force and tell me what you see."

I stare at Deaton blankly for a moment but I eventually do as he asks. Deaton has always made me do this exercise when I'm upset or angry, it helps me balance myself. I close my eyes and I stretch out my mind, and I bare my emotions to the increasing wave in my head.

"What do you see?" Deaton's voice sounds far away but I latch onto his question.

"I see...everything. I see peace, I see nature balancing itself out, time and time again. I see life being born, I see kindness, and hope. I see..."

I gasp in shock when I see it. The swarm of darkness, it creeps up and engulfs the rays of the light I was just seeing. It takes over, and the light is almost squashed entirely and flashes of death and decay sweep over and consume me. I can feel myself react to the horrible sight as my body convulses and I can faintly hear Deaton cry out in alarm.

"Stiles! Stiles, snap out of it!"

Deaton's words are almost unnoticeable as the darkness moves from my head down my body. The darkness has almost filled every crevice of me before a spark of pain reunites me back into reality. My eyes snap open and are only foggy for a moment before they focus on Deaton who towers above me. When did I fall? I groan as I bring my hand up to rub against my left cheek where pain blooms from the area. Deaton extends a hand down and I accept it.

Deaton looks apologetic and offers an exclamation. "I'm sorry about your cheek. I had to do something to pull you back, even if I had to strike you. I know violence is not our way. You scared me Stiles, what happened to you? What happened to seeing the light?"

I stared into Deaton's pleading eyes and the shame inside me increases ten fold. I don't want to disappoint Deaton but I also don't want to lie to him. I tell him of what I saw and Deaton's face clouds over with confusion before landing on worry. I can tell he's brewing up a speech to calm me down but I don't wish to hear what he has to say. Nothing he can say will make me feel better anyways. I hold a hand up and Deaton's words die on his lips.

"Please," I beg him without saying anything else.

Deaton reluctantly accepts my request and nods. I'm shocked by my master's willingness but I reward him with a grateful smile. Sometimes I forget how blessed I am that the council made Deaton my master.

I was just a young babe when my father was found and banished for conceiving me. My father was a Jedi and he broke one of the most sacred rules. I am by many means a product of an abomination in the eyes of the Jedi council, but I was an innocent and found to have the force lurking inside me. The council debated long before assigning Deaton to raise me and to teach me the ways of the force. Deaton may not be the most ideal parent figure but he took the place of the dad I never have met. As for my mother I was told she died when she gave birth to me. Sometimes I think I see her in my most peaceful dreams, she is beautiful there. I wish I could've know her.

I don't realize I'm freezing until Deaton beckons me inside. I'm immediately hit with warmness and my body curles up in pleasure at feeling such glorious heat after having been outside for over an hour.

I look over at Deaton and see his eyes are glazed over, and he has a finger taped against his head. I wonder who he's talking too with the force. It's not long before Deaton finishes and he looks wary. "Stiles, It's time for us to leave. Jedi master Chris Argent has just informed me that there has been a disturbance in the force. A master who was escorting a youngling, traveled to Takodana to meet scavengers for trade but they never showed. No one can detect their presence, it's like they've been cut off from the force but yet there is no sign of their passing. Master Argent belives a Sith must've attacked them."

I don't process what Deaton had said for a long moment. Sith? A Sith captured two of our own? The Sith have been in hiding for so long, maintaining undercover. Why now do they make a move? Deaton's face shows confusion and I know he won't be able to answer my questions. I quess we'll have to answer them ourselves.

"I'll pack straight away master. We'll find them and bring them home," I assure Deaton.

Deaton shoots me a pleased look and I make way to my bedroom to pack my belongings. At least being a Jedi I don't own many possessions so packing is a breeze. I easily fill a small bag and Deaton is quick to enter my room carrying a small bag of his own.

"Stiles," he greets me. "I'll place our bags in the ship and set its course. It'll take a few moments so you can relax and metatiate if you'd like. I feel like you need some more time meditating as to work on balancing yourself.

Deaton reaches out and I hand him my bag. Deaton doesn't wait for me to agree to his suggestion beofre he leaves in a rush. Typical, he just expects me to do everything he wants. Fine...I groan and sink my body down to the carpeted floor. I fold my legs over each other and close my eyes. As always when I meditate I recite the worlds of the Jedi code, and it brings me tranquility and happiness.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the force.

Repeating the words over and over I lose myself into utter peace and I try not to think of what's to come until Deaton comes to take me away.

...

(3 hours later: Location_Takodana)

Takodana is easily one of the most appealing planets in the galaxy. In all my eighteen years of life, no planet has captivated my interest more than this one. I feel like I would be content roaming Takodana for the rest of my life if I were not a Jedi. I'm not sure if it's the planet's endless lush forests or it's the planet's neutrality that calls out to me. This planet holds the perfect balance of light and darkness. For one cannot live without the other.

Also another cool thing about this planet is that Maz Kanata's castle resides here! I've always wanted to meet Maz, I hear she's an extraordinary woman who might be slightly crazy. I wish we had time to make a pit stop there but we have to do what we were sent to do. We'd been out trekking in the woods for a few hours before we decided to take a break. We are next to a stream and I gaze at it longingly as I gulp down the contents of my water canteen. I can feel a light bedding of sweat trickle down my forhead and the stream looks more inviting to jump in. I look to see if Deaton is thinking the same thing I am but he's pacing back and forth and I can tell he's lost.

"Master, I hate to ask but we've been roaming the woods for hours. You've been following the force but there has been no sign of Jedi Finstock and the youngling accompanying him. I wonder why we've not seen any sight of them?" I ask. We're missing something, I know we are.

If I didn't know Deaton better I would say he looked fusterated but I can tell he's really just dumbfounded by our lack of discovery as much as I am. By all means we should've found our comrades but following the force has yielded us with no results. Why?

Roaring sounds above me and I glance up and I'm met with the stunning look of a starship hovering over me. I wordlessly open my mouth in shock and can't contain myself from the fear that floods me as I recognize this particular starship. It's the one from my dreams. The sleek aircraft hovers for what feels like a lifetime before it cascades downward and lands on the grassy ground.

The door hisses as it's opened and I have my eyes trained to see who it is that comes out, but I have a tight feeling in my chest that I know who it'll be. I'm taken aback as a mini swarm of storm troopers run out of the ship and they form a right formation around one another. They are armed and their blasters are trained at Deaton and I. I look over at Deaton and he looks as surprised as I am. Deaton doesn't waste anytime though as he withdraws his lightsaber and he looks almost meanincing as the blue light from his light saber highlights his face. Taking a cue from him I withdraw my own lightsaber and hold in taught, ready to strike at anyone who approaches.

It feels like a lifetime as both the storm troopers, Deaton, and I stand in a silent standoff with neither party making a move. I think we would've all stayed like that forever if had not a figure cloaked in black emerged as the last one to arrive from the enemy ship.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as the familer being from my nightmares came down the ramp of the ship before falling inches short in front of the storm troopers. This can't be happening, Deaton said he wasn't real, I believed this man wasn't real. Shit, I'm doomed. As I'm panicing I notice the cloaked man is studying me from head to toe.

I almost lose it when the man speaks to me. "Stiles, I've waited for this day since the first dream I had of you. I've come for you. I'm here to collect you, and show you the ways of the dark side."

I bring my lightsaber closer to me and I shake my head. What is this guy playing at? "I don't know who you are dude, but you aren't showing me anything," I snark at him.

"We'll see," the man says almost sounding playful. Then before I can can say anything else he rushes at me with full speed and I barely have anytime before he draws his lightsaber and it connects with my own.

(AN) So that concludes chapter one. I'm not sure how long this story will be. But before I can continue with another chapter I would like you guys to tell me who the masked man is for example Derek, Theo, Scott, etc... And if you prefer him remaining evil or possibly becoming good and also being maybe being the love interest of Stiles. The fate of the tone of the story will be decided by that. So please let me know your thoughts and opinions in the comments or via message. Thank you and I hope you have an amazing day.