Disclaimer: The Cover Image was made by me in Paint 3D. It features a picture of Vader in a screenshot taken from Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back taken from Google Images. I do not own this image. The pictures of Atlas and General James Ironwood in the background belong to the RWBY and are subsequently owned by RoosterTeeth. The images of Boba Fett and the Inferno Squad soldier were also taken from Google Images. The Boba Fett image is a picture of an action figure I believe. The Inferno Squad soldier is featured in the first story trailer of Star Wars Battlefront 2, made by EA. The Star Destroyer in the background is also featured in a Star Wars film from the Original Trilogy, though I do not know which one. I do not own any of these individual images, I simply put them together for the purposes of this story. Furthermore, I do not own the RWBY or Star Wars franchises. They are owned by RoosterTeeth and Disney/Lucasfilms, respectively.

Hello there! It's been a heck of a long time, but I want thank you for your patience. We're back on track with this story and I hope you guys like what you read!

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Prologue

Lord Vader stood in the Star Destroyer, gazing at the darkness that stretched on forever in front of him, stars dotting the black sky with white. His breathing filled the room as his arms simply hung at his sides. While he stared, his mind drifted. The Emperor's mission for him on Remnant was far from over. If he was to achieve the power he so craved he would need all the Relics; individually, they would serve no purpose. All would be needed. Soon Remnant would be in a state of war and panic. The obtaining of the Relics would not be easy. It would require the further help of the Inferno Squad and someone else. Someone he sent for not too long ago. He summoned him for assistance before and has served swift results in times that required such.

It has only been two days on Remnant since the Relic was taken. Salem had no way of getting it back, as space travel was not capable in the planet. How primitive. Behind him, he heard doors slide open and footsteps that accompanied it. Without turning to look, Vader knew who it was, just based on the clunking of gear and the sense of business that always floated about when he was present. He wore green Mandalore armour, from head to toe, over a simple but flexible white-grey jumpsuit. On his back was a jetpack reminiscent of his father's, just under it was a half-cape, covering his upper left back. His wrists were adorned by the rust coloured vambraces connected to a flamethrower and a wrist rocket launcher, each on his right and left arms, respectively. His head had a Mandalore helmet on it, also green in colour to match the armour, -his visor however was red that had faded into a dark brown over the years of its use, to couple with the various scratches and dents on the armour. His modified EE-3 blaster rested comfortably in his hands, although he left his hands on the handle and finger over the trigger. Just in case.

"Boba Fett." Darth Vader turned and greeted.

"You sent for me? And said that it was important." He said, getting straight to the point.

"Indeed." Vader confirmed. Boba Fett cocked his head to the side and admired his rifle.

"Well, if this is an urgent request, as you put it," He said, looking back at the Dark Lord. "it will cost you more than my usual rate, I assure you." Vader did not want to discuss the unimportant matter of credits.

"25,000." Vader bluntly stated.

"Hm…" Boba Fett looked back at his rifle. "30."

"Very well. You will take your money." The Dark Lord stated. He placed his hands on his belt. "We will need your tracking abilities. All you need to know is that you are going to be hunting people whom we need alive."

"I will do whatever you pay me for." The bounty hunter assured. Vader remained silent. Boba Fett simply looked at Vader, who did nothing. "You may begin explaining." He said with a slight wave of his hand.

"More will be here soon." Vader informed.

Boba Fett's form froze for a second as he processed the information. "You hired more bounty hunters?" He accused, anger in his voice.

"You are the only one I hired." Vader assured as he looked to the door behind Fett. As even more confusion set in, Boba followed Vader's gaze and the answer to his questions came in the form of the soldiers. They must have been some sort of elite squad because their armour looked different from the rest. Black plating instead of white, coupled with red accents and tubes that adorned the helmets, likely for breathing in the vacuum of space. "The Inferno Squadron will be accompanying you on your mission." Boba Fett scoffed. He turned to face his current employer.

"I work better alone. You know that."

"You need not worry your pay will not be deducted."

"It's not that. I move faster alone and don't need to worry about friendly fire."

"They need your tracking abilities, you need their knowledge and military prowess."

"With all due respect, I'm quite alright without any of that." Boba Fett said.

A female voice entered the conversation. "Lord Vader, if I may?"

"Speak freely." He granted. The woman turned to Boba Fett. Judging by her demeanor and patch on her right shoulder, she was the commander. The 'face' of her helmet was in a slightly angry grimace – as were all stormtroopers –, but she spoke with a stern and professional tone.

"Sir, it is not our intention to get in your way. However, the enemies on-world have proven to be worthy foes by Lord Vader's assessment. You will need more than just a rifle and a jetpack to take them on." Boba Fett smirked. He had much more than that.

"And what do you have to offer then?"

"Special weapons and tactics that only the Inferno Squad are trained in. We have worked alongside one another for years and can execute strategies at the same time, just based on the situations we are faced with." What she said seemed to hold truth. Boba Fett has become quite keen at discovering liars and cheaters.

"Hm…" He looked them over. Judging by their weapons alone, they were a force to be reckoned with. If what she said really was true, this mission would be over faster than he thought. "Fine." Fett adjusted his left vambrace with his right hand, holding his gun in the left by the barrel. "Just don't get in my way." He said as he now looked at Vader, ending the conversation.

Without saying anything else, the commander stepped back with her group and Vader began the briefing and all were thoroughly informed on the dangers and denizens of Remnant.