I know I'm a bad person, but I just had to! Star Wars hype hit me harder than anything, and this was in planning for a few weeks anyways.
So, this is a Star Wars crossover (sort of) with no spoilers for The Force Awakens, I believe. I have the next few chapters planned and nearly written out, so this is like a Christmas Present to those who celebrate it, if not, hey here's a Star Wars/RWBY fanfiction you could try out.
This story shall include Bumblebee, and perhaps WhiteRose if I feel that it fits (which it most likely will) so it shall be tagged as such, but the relationshps are not the main part of the story, so if shipping isn't so much your thing don't worry, I don't intend for it to be the forefront of this little story.
Enough typing from me, I'm tired and my bed is calling, so, I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or Star Wars, they belong to RoosterTeeth, Monty Oum, George Lucas, LucasFilms and Disney. Like legit, I don't wanna piss any of them off.
She stared at the helmet in her hands. It was simple, black with some dim red highlights under the mouth and eye guards, covered in scratches and silver streaks from attackers who got too close. It was shaped like a skull, she supposed. The mouth guard like a set of long rectangle teeth meeting in the centre, the visor sunken in under a heavy brow, further shown to have depth from the bright contrast of red on black. She knew, that when she put it on, that her breathing would be deeper, purely for the intimidation factor, and the blank expressionless visor would burn fear into any person, allies or enemy, without a doubt.
And that thought caused her hands to shake.
For a while it had been easy; going out on these missions, locating rebel strong holds, promising freedom for information, only for the informants to have their heads rolling soon after they had given all they had. But now, many years since she first allied herself with the First Order, she was beginning to see the monster in her everyone else had known about for years. Hell, even her own sister feared her to some extent.
Her black gloved hands tightened on the helmet and she focused on the visor, seeing her reflection on its surface, and feeling cold.
She was too young, too young to be having this dilemma. But then again, she had accomplished things many greater people only could dream of.
Yet, despite her loyalty to the First Order, she couldn't help but feel as though she were needed elsewhere. After all, there had to be more to her life than killing helpless fools who could barely lift a blaster.
Thud, Thud, Thud.
She looked up towards the door, staying silent as she waited for the verbal response from the person on the other side of the door.
"Hey, sis, can you let me in?"
Yellow eyes slid shut in minor irritation, and with a heaving sigh she put the helmet on the table in front of her and stood. She raised her right hand and flicked it to the side, the door slid open with an easy hiss. Outside the door to her temporary room was a Stormtrooper. They looked nothing out of the ordinary, perhaps apart from being a little taller than the generic Trooper, but when they stepped into the room with a relaxed stance and reached up to remove their helmet, instantly it was known that she was something out of the ordinary indeed.
She shook her golden hair out like a dog who was wet, cringing and running a hand through her mane as the woman in entirely black opposite her waved her hand again and made the door shut. Violet eyes quickly hid the slight twinge of sadness they held, and an almost real smile came to her face.
"Hey sis, I haven't seen you for a while…"
The woman said nothing and starred at the blonde haired Trooper before her with a blank expression.
"…In fact, it's been a few weeks I think. I kinda hoped I was on the same mission as you, ya'know? At least then I'd get to see if you were doing okay."
The woman finally blinked and turned around, walking stiffly the few short paces to her bed and sitting with the grace of a person uncaring. Without looking back at the blonde, who was awkwardly shuffling by the door, she picked up the helmet again, and stared lifelessly into its empty eyes.
Yang drank in the sight of her sister like a woman possessed, it was true when she said she hadn't seen the other woman, but in actuality it was for a few months, not weeks. She'd heard from some of the other Troopers that on a regular candid mission that her squad was attacked out of the blue by a full scale attack from rebel forces. Her sister's Troopers were killed almost instantly, but the Sith had managed to fight off the rebels single handily for the twenty minutes it took for back up to arrive, and by the time they had got there, there were only a few rebels left.
Her sister's helmet was also apparently rather damaged after the fight, but she refused to have another reforged. When she had been questioned on it by the commander of the Stormtroopers, her response had simply been: "I find it best to remember my mistakes, much so I do not make them again."
As the commander had failed in deducting the possibility of the attack, and had nearly caused the death of Supreme Leader Fall's favourite Sith, he was promptly replaced from his position.
Meaning he was killed. Nothing new to expect, it happened often enough.
But this caused people to be even more terrified of her sister, and so no one else asked if the Sith was alright, or even knew themselves.
And thus Yang had been worried sick, so even if the younger sibling was ignoring her, at least she could see her for herself again, without the infernal helmet.
"You know," she commented while she awkwardly walked towards her little sister, "seeing as you have some leverage with our Supreme Leader, maybe you could talk her into having better suits made for us lowly Troopers?"
Her sister said nothing.
"I mean, don't get me wrong they look intimidating as hell, but the whole not being able to run thing, and being shot by a blaster is basically a one hit K.O, well they are very bad factors which in the end could-"
"Why did you stay with me."
Yang froze instantly, she hadn't heard Ruby's voice in so long, she yearned for it.
"What?"
"Why, did you, stay with me."
It wasn't a question; it was a demand for an answer.
"Well, because you're my sister, I'll always stay with you-"
"But I don't understand why."
She put the helmet down with a slam, making the room ring a little from metal cracking on metal. Gold and red tinted eyes met violet, filled with trouble and angst, and once again Yang felt the twinge of guilt and sorrow she often felt when looking into her sister's eyes.
"Why, after everything I did, why. I killed Qrow, I betrayed Ozpin, I murder every day, I'm feared by the galaxy, I'm hated but followed by so many out of fear, and I just want to know why you have stayed with me."
Yang was speechless, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she tried to find the words she had wanted to say for years, but when she needed them most were lost to her.
"I- I don't-"
Thud, Thud, Thud.
"Lord Reaper, we are ready and waiting your commands." The generic voice of a Stormtrooper called from outside the door. Ruby stood immediately, cape fluttering from the speed as she picked up her helmet. She looked at Yang and nodded at her own helmet under her arm.
"Put it on."
Yang scrambled to put on the Trooper helmet, knowing how strict the Captain could be about having it off without permission. When it clicked on with a hiss, she held her gun and stood Stormtrooper straight, watching with hidden angst as her sister pulled on the expressionless mask, losing herself in its control, once again becoming the Darth Reaper she had been known as. Once her helmet was on with a click, she lifted the hood of her black, red highlighted cape and pulled it over her head.
The tinted visor looked at her, then picked up the long shaft against the wall, nearly a meter long, and put it on her back holster, and then picked up the much smaller lightsaber hilt and clipping it onto her belt. She nodded at her sister, her breathing sounding much raspier thanks to the helmet.
"Lead the way, soldier."
Yang resisted the shiver, and merely saluted her leader, marching out of the room with the Sith Lord walking steadily behind her.
Stepping outside of the scout ship, the two marched their way towards the huddled group of civilians, ingeniously separated from the identified Rebels, kept at gun point by the squad of thirty surviving Stormtroopers. As Darth Reaper approached, those not pointing guns at the hostages saluted the Sith Lord, saying nothing more as she walked over the fallen bodies of civilians and Troopers alike, as though it was nothing. She came to a stop next to the only Trooper with any difference compared to the others as their armour was not the standard white and black, but instead it was a shiny metallic with a black and red lined cape across her left arm.
The Captain of the Stormtroopers.
"Lord Reaper, we have captured all the survivors, but they refuse to tell of their Commander's location."
"… At least they still have their loyalties." She replied, walking away and towards the only member of the captured rebels who dared try to make eye contact with her. Yang watched from her position, blended in against faceless white armoured soldiers, watching as her sister approached the bald, blue skinned alien, and stopped before him.
She stared at the alien, the breathing apparatus the only sound breaking the deathly silence which overcame the destroyed village.
"… You, your species, you are, Candonare, are you not?"
The alien didn't respond, and the respirator hissed as the woman behind the mask sighed.
"And I so didn't want this to get ugly so quickly."
Suddenly the defiant expression began to morph into one of shock, slowly changing to a pain filled grimace, and then an agonising yelp screeched from his throat. The Darth Reaper's right hand slowly began to rise, and with it the bound alien started to move from the ground, his blue head becoming purple, and the blood vessels in his eyes began to burst. He was now a few centimetres off of the ground.
Yang tightened her grip on the blaster, causing it to creak slightly.
"Now, answer me, you are a Candonare, aren't you?"
"Ack- Yes!"
"Thank you for being honest."
Her arm easily fell to her side, and with it the alien fell back with a hacking cough, purple flying from his mouth and onto the dirt ground. A whimper suddenly interrupted his hacking, and Darth Reaper's hand shot up, freezing the culprit in her grip. Her head turned, and found that she had a terrified female Candonare, her orange skin as pale as could be, tears streaming down her face.
"Is it not true, that your species mate for life?"
The blue rebel froze and snapped his head up, gaze instantly locking onto the form of his frozen mate. The noise he let out from the back of his throat was rage filled, and he lunged for the Sith, only to be frozen in his tracks not even a second after he had moved.
Darth Reaper nodded towards the female.
"Captain, keep her restrained, but keep her in view of our friend here."
The Captain nodded to two Troopers, and the three of them marched towards the frozen orange skinned alien, the two locking her arms in place while the Captain stood behind her, blaster jabbed into her back. Seeing this Darth Reaper released her hold on the alien, focusing entirely on the blue rebel before her.
"Now, we both know that if I killed the rest of your rebels to get information out of you, you would not be affected as it is in your code to die for your cause. The real question is, would you betray your brothers and sisters to save the innocents, or sacrifice your entire village for some simple information."
"You… even you wouldn't kill innocents, there must be some form of good in you…" he rasped, hacking up some more purple blood which fell down his chin. The Sith 'hmm'ed, and nodded at the crowd of innocents.
"Captain, kill six of them."
"Yes my Lord."
She turned the alien around, his bloodshot eyes watching in horror as an elderly woman, two children, and three men were gunned down, the other civilians screaming horrifically, their blood splattering across the dirt as lasers tore through their skulls and chests, expressions of shock and terror forever frozen on their faces.
"N-No! You can't-!"
"Tell me all you know of the rebel bases, or your whole village shall be destroyed, including your mate."
The blue skinned alien was shaking horribly, unable to take his eyes off of the child whose grey matter was splattered behind her. His mouth opened in disgusted fear, as the civilians were threatened into silent submission.
"I-I'll tell you w-what I know… p-please don't k-kill anyone el-se…"
"No!" a rebel shouted, speaking in a foreign tongue which Darth Reaper's helmet translated for her, "Traitor! Traitor!"
Suddenly it had a blaster in its hand, firing the weapon and aiming at the Sith Lord's head. All of the collective people watched with a gasp on their lips as the laser streaked for the helmet, heading straight for the black clothed woman's temple.
Only for it to stop mere centimetres from her skull.
The Darth Reaper turned her head idly as stared at the red laser, tilting her head as the alien was shot in the knee and quickly restrained by the angry Stormtroopers. The alien was brought in front of her, head pulled back by the wiry black hair atop its head. The Reaper then looked at the rebel.
"Loyal, your forces may be, but dignified, they are not." She looked at the blue alien who was still frozen before her, "Take this as a reminder, that I do not tolerate disobedience. Maybe it will help give you some idea as to the information you shall be giving me."
Then her hand turned in a lazy circle, and the laser turned and began to float towards the rebel with grey skin, being restrained by the Troopers. Its black eyes watched in fear as the bullet came towards it with slow precision.
Yang had to close her eyes when the blast was slowly edged thought the alien's forehead, the creature's screams of agony burning into her mind, mentally being added to the list of times she'd seen her sister murder, and somehow seem to enjoy it.
Her eyes were still closed when the alien's screams cut off, and the sound of a body thudded to the dirt ground. It was silent bar Ruby's respirator, and then the younger woman spoke.
"Take that as an example of what misbehaving can do. Captain, load the rebels onto the ship, and bring eighteen of the civilians with you."
"Yes Darth Reaper."
Yang opened her eyes and started when she saw Ruby looking at her with her black expressionless mask. After a few seconds she started to walk towards her, and when she was in front of the tall Stormtrooper, she leant in close to where the woman's ear was. She spoke quietly, the helmet making her voice more of a grumbled sound than a whisper.
"Next time, do not look away."
She straightened and marched back to the ship, two Troopers falling into line behind her as protocol dictated. Yang let out a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding as the anger in her sister's voice clicked in her brain.
When the Captain ordered them to scour the village for survivors hidden, one of the Troopers leaned up towards her slightly.
"Damn, what did you do to piss off the Lord Sith?" they asked, using the same voice all of their helmets used. Yang shrugged.
"If I told you she'd kill you."
The Trooper immediately straightened up and fell back into line, Yang held in her sigh.
She missed the humour of ordinary people.
The next time Yang saw Ruby, or Darth Reaper, again was three weeks later, after her sister had drained all the information out of the captured rebels and the bodies of the village had been burned.
It was at night, around 7:37, and Yang was in her tank top and shorts getting ready for bed. They had been doing drills all day, and the blonde haired Stormtrooper was tired. She picked up a book she had found in one of the homes of the village they had attacked a few weeks previously, and was quickly absorbed in the literature. Normally she wasn't one to read, but having bar nothing to do on the ship, it was a good thing to take up. She was on the bottom bunk with one of her roommates on the bunk above her, already snoring. The Trooper bunks left much to be desired, simply a small white room with a mirror on the wall and four bunk beds crammed in. The rest of her roommates were also present, but Troopers hardly spoke to each other unless the need is required, so the room was silent, apart from her bunkmate's snores.
The silence was shattered when the door slid open suddenly, screeching in protest as the mechanism was bypassed, immediately alerting every Trooper in the room that the person responsible could have only opened it one way: The Force.
The Troopers stood and rolled off of their beds, her bunkmate looking a little groggy, and stood Trooper straight, expressionless as they looked to the open door, and most of them succeeding in hiding their shock at the sight of Sith Lord Darth Reaper, fully clothes in her combat gear and mask, both saber hilts on her person, and staring emptily at them.
Breaths were held as the Sith Lord stepped into the small room, helmet gleaming as they looked over all of the un-uniformed Troopers, until finally they rested on Yang, violet meeting emotionless black.
The respirator was steady, making the Troopers feel even more nervous as the Sith Lord walked past them, heading straight to Yang. She stopped just before her, their foreheads only a few inches apart. Darth Reaper stared at her like that for a few moments, as though she were sussing the older girl out, then she spoke, the volume almost making Yang flinch.
"Come with me, now."
Yang's mouth was suddenly dry, but she still spoke.
"Shall I get into my armour, Lord Reaper?"
"No, that would be a waste of time. Now, come."
Then the Sith turned, cape fluttering behind her and almost hitting Yang in the face. She marched out of the room, and Yang, thankful for the fact she had shoes on, followed after her sister. The blonde was well aware of the odd looks she was given by her dorm mates, and also by the other on guard Stormtroopers, after all, a blonde girl in barely any clothing following after Darth Reaper towards the Sith's bed chambers? Bound to raise some unusual thoughts.
Yang didn't care what they thought though, she was searched out by her sister, found by her sister, and asked to go with her sister. Ruby had come to her, and she was over the moon about it.
The walk was in silence, neither sister trying to talk to the other, and after about ten minutes of marching, the duo were at the younger sister's room. The shorter of the two paused and flicked her hand to the side, the door hissing open easily. She looked behind her to her blonde companion, and jutted her head towards the door.
"Get in."
Yang walked past Ruby as she stopped to give the two Troopers on duty outside her room an order.
"You two can leave, myself and the Stormtrooper shall be well this evening."
Ruby could feel the way that both Troopers felt some confusion and suspicion, but they both quickly saluted with a confirmation of "Yes Lord Reaper." And marched back down the corridor. Ruby walked into the room as the door hissed shut, a clunk sounding telling them both that the deadlock seal had shifted into place, and then in a move which shocked Yang, Ruby quickly and hazardously pulled off the Reaper helmet and threw it towards the table, using The Force to make it land perfectly upright.
Again Yang drank her in, cropped black hair, red highlights, yellow and red irises, pale blemish free skin, and her chapped mouth pulled into a frown.
"Ruby, what's happening?"
Ruby took a breath and determinedly locked her eyes with Yang's.
"Yang, I want you to help me fake my own death."
"What?!"
"I want you to help me fake our death, so we can escape the First Order and have our lives again."
"…What?"
"We're running away, Yang."
"…What?"
Ruby scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Stop acting like this is a joke, Yang. I am being serious."
The blonde rubbed her forehead and sighed.
"Well give me a break here Rubes, one minute you love the Dark Side, next you tell me we're leaving?"
Ruby pinched the bridge of her nose and huffed.
"I am not leaving the Dark Side, I am a Sith, I always will be, I am merely leaving the First Order."
Yang took a step back and sat on Ruby's bed, running a hand through her hair.
"Oh, that makes more sense, why do you want to leave?"
The blonde's eyes nearly fell from her head when her sister's face became less tense, and her shoulders actually sagged slightly as she let out another breath.
"I don't appreciate what they are trying to achieve anymore. Before, I saw them as chasers of equality, wanting to bring order and peace to the universe, and that idea blinded me to the opinions of civilians. But now, after seeing the looks of fear on people's faces when they see me, or see a ship of the First Order, hell even the Sigel of the First Order, I realised that we weren't fighting for the people, we were fighting them. They didn't want the order we had, they wanted freedom to ruin their lives,"
Dull yellow and red eyes moved upwards to meet shocked violet, and Ruby shrugged.
"Who am I to stand in the way of their self-induced destruction?"
Yang stood, and in a move risky to anyone but her, put her hands on her younger sister's black shoulder armour plates and kept eye contact.
"So you are still with the Dark Side of the Force, you just don't want to give that power to the First Order?"
Ruby nodded, and a disbelieving grin came across Yang's expression.
"…Then when do we leave?"
For the first time in nearly a decade, Ruby cracked a small smile in return.
"Soon, but first we need to figure out a way for us to fake our death and still escape."
Yang stepped back and crossed her arms, her serious and tactical head firmly on.
"Have you got any ideas so far?" she asked the dark clad younger girl, unable to suppress the giddiness which burned through her
"Well, I do, one problem with it though."
"What's that?"
"We need an Upsilon-Class Command Shuttle, a crew, and a big enough target."
"Something tells me this is going to get interesting."
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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed, until next time.