Here it is. The Legend of Korra: Infinities Reboot. I'm doing it (again. For a third time). But as you've no doubt noticed, I made some changes. First, the title. It's now Avatar: A Star Wars Story. I changed it to this because of several reasons. Mostly because I will follow the new canon more than legends, however I will reference legends a lot and integrate a lot of story threads from that timeline. I'm doing the new canon mostly because of the Marvel Darth Vader comics. Not only are they excellent reads, but they added a new character that I loved. I'm pretty sure you can guess who. Hint, it's a new Dark Lord of the Sith.
Now, another change is the backstory and character of Ryder. In the past, I had issues with my own character for simply being boring. He was pretty much Luke, but less. Ryder wasn't very fun to write and he was dull and just whiny half the time. I'm planning on making him his own character, so I'm changing certain parts of his character. For example, no Mandalorian heritage. It's dumb. Second of all, no mentioning of his parents (at least for a while). Third, he's alway's been a Jedi now. He's from the Clone Wars era, and survived order six when he was padawan age, around 12-13. At this point, I haven't decided if he's still going to be a Shan. I'll put up a poll for that. Another change is the romance part of it. I don't know whether I want to do a romance for Ryder. On the one hand, this is a goddamn fanfiction. It's practically required to do a romance. Plus I could imagine a lot of fun scenarios to write if Ryder does have a romance with Korra in this version of the story. On the other hand, I'm a big shipper of Korrasami and I want to show support for it. Point is, I don't know. I'll put that choice up to you guy's in the same poll as the Shan choice.
Finally, basic plot thread and where the story begins. I'm having Ryder arrive as he has done before, crashing onto the planet. However, I'm having him crash during the Second Season. One reason for this is because I never got past the second season before cancelling both stories. I want to prove to myself that I can pass this season. Another is that I'm kinda tired of the first season. Both stories started there and It got boring rather quickly.
One more thing. Expect updates to be...sporadic and infrequent at best. I want to make longer chapters for this story, and not get too out of control like I did the last couple of times. This story will have updates mostly once a month. Hopefully. Maybe. I'll try (Wait, but there is no try...dang it I Yoda'd myself. Crap.)
Now, with that out of the way, I shall return to Star Wars Fanfiction with this new beginning. I'm letting the past die and I'm moving on (Even though I have problems with it, I actually Like the Last Jedi. Fight me.) Let's begin.
I own nothing. Star Wars belong's to Disney and Lucasfilm. Legend of Korra belongs to Nickelodeon.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
STAR WARS
Episode ?
Avatar: A Star War's Story
It is a time of great unrest. The GALACTIC EMPIRE rules the galaxy with an Iron fist and has wiped out the JEDI ORDER, leaving no-one to challenge their rule.
The few JEDI that survive have gone into hiding, desperate to avoid the power of the DARK SIDE of the FORCE. One such Jedi is Ryder, a former padawan that survived the dreadful ORDER 66
Far off in the UNKNOWN REGIONS of the Galaxy, a new conflict stirs on a unnamed planet, where Light and Dark shall do battle on the day of balance.
Fate will soon have this young Jedi arrive, and he shall change the destiny of the Galaxy as a whole...
167 AG, 19 BBY, The Southern Water Tribe
Screaming. Fire. Swords of Light. White helmets. Yellow eyes. Death.
There was so much pain. So much hurt. Betrayal. Death. A young boy was hiding in a hollow pillar, crying silently as he attempted to hide from the men in white armor
It hurt. So much...it needed to stop. What was happening!
The cloaked man cut down another light blade user, the blue turning red. The cloak faded, revealing black armor. The man turned, facing her. His eyes yellow, his face scarred. It all began to disintegrate and be blown away, revealing black metal underneath. The man died, the monster was born. As she heard the cackling of some old man in the distance, the demon raised it's red blade, and cut her down.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" 13 year old Korra screamed as she shot out of bed. Instantly guards came rushing to her room to make sure she was alright. She ignored their frantic questions as she grasped her head in pain. Soon, master Katara came in alongside the other White Lotus members. "Korra! What's wrong? Is everything all right?" The elderly waterbender master asked her pupil, her voice full of concern.
"So much...it hurts..." Korra sobbed out as she continued to clutch her head. She soon let go and looked at her master, her face stained with tears. "I...I had a nightmare...I think it was real."
"It was just a dream Korra. Just a dream."
"But it felt real! It felt like I was there, right where it was happening! Right where he-" She chocked off as she looked away. "Right where who, Korra?"
"I-I don't know."
"Then what was 'he' doing then?"
"He-he-he was killing them all!" That. That sentence was concerning. Katara glanced to the other masters before returning her attention to the young Avatar and asked what she had meant. Korra began to describe her nightmare, or vision she honestly couldn't tell. She spoke of the place she was in, a temple of some kind. How it was being raided by men in white armor who wielded strange crossbows that shot fire. She spoke of how they were gunning down the inhabitants of the temple, men and woman of varying people. Some human, others not. They wielded swords that seemed to be made out of light and how they could move things without touching them or bending. She spoke of how they were taken by surprise when the men in white turned their weapons on them and ruthlessly cut them down. She saw this across different places. A man with a cone head leading these men in white armor, only to be shot in the back. A strange woman with tendrils on her head leading those in a jungle, only to be murdered in cold blood. She saw so many people die by these armored men. And then she described "Him." He seemed to be a traitor to these people with blades of light. He wore a black cloak and had yellow eyes. He cut down his brothers and sisters of the order, before turning his blade to the children. She then described his transformation...into a demon. A monster. She described the cackling of the one who was responsible. How she didn't see him, but knew that he was the one who caused this. The one who caused all the pain. The death. The darkness.
"Korra, it's just a nightmare. Your okay." Katara attempted to comfort the young girl, but she turned away. It had to be real, she felt it! "Korra..."
"..."
Katara sighed as she stood up and lead the guards and the white lotus out of the room. "If you ever need to talk, I'll be here." As the elderly woman closed the door gently, Korra shuffled in her bed and tried to go back to sleep. She couldn't, obviously. Her mind was too focused on the dream. On the demon, the cackling, and the boy her age hiding in the hollow pillar. She wished...hoped...that he would live.
Little did she know that the vision was real.
4 Years later
171 AG, 13 BBY, Christophsis.
The world of Christophsis wasn't alway's under Imperial rule, there was once a time when the Empire wasn't around. A time when the Jedi Knights protected the Old Republic and all it's systems, under a peaceful time. 'What a load of bantha dung' thought Ryder as he kept his hood up and away from prying Imperial eyes. The busy streets of the main Christophsis city always held a mainstay of Imperial Stormtrooper's and other Imperial's. They kept their watchful eye on every passing person down the sidewalk and the road. Humans, Twilek's, Ithorians, Christophians, etc. The planet had grown from the day's of the Clone Wars, to a larger degree that it could now be considered the Coruscant of the Outer Rim. Yet the key word was Outer Rim. Perfect for someone like Ryder to hide.
Ryder, was a simple looking person. He had brown eyes and fair skin, with light brown hair. He was not ugly, but he was not the most handsome person. He was unremarkable and average looking. He wore a Correlian leather jacket over a black t-shit and black pants fit for all sorts of things. He also wore a large robe with the hood up. He was 18 years of age, and had some stubble on him. Yet his eyes were tired, as they always were. Mostly because of the nightmares. But today was his lucky day, for he had just gotten word of a potential ship. Of course, the information about it was sketchy at best, But there alway's had to be some danger to it, right?
Ryder pressed on to the cantina, mindful of the look a Stormtrooper was giving him. He never liked Stormtrooper armor, looked too fake, but he also never liked Clones that much, or really knew any clones, or good clones. Yeah, right, good clones. As if they ever existed. A clone was dangerous, that was that. He learned that lesson during that night. He shuddered as he remembered it. The blaster fire, the screams, the death...the fear...the unknown traitor who killed them all...
He snapped out of it. Don't remember. Forget about it, move on. He resolved to do that long long ago.
He continued on through the security lines. His ID pass, while forged, was legit enough to grant him access to all sections of the city. Thank the force for the Black Market. As he passed through the security detail, he watched silently as a Rodian was halted by the soldier and forcefully searched, before being taken away by the Stormtroopers. He wished he could help that man...no. Bad luck to them. Ryder just wanted off this rock.
He turned a corner into an alleyway. The Message from the Comlink he was sent told him to go here for the exchange. Supposedly, he would get the ship provided he transport smuggled goods. Easy enough, he'd just have to be careful. He went down the alley, mindful of the eyes of numerous beggars, thieves and other scoundrels. He kept his hand near to his DC-15s blaster pistol, which hung next to his...other weapon. Just because he wasn't a jedi anymore didn't mean he didn't keep it with him. He knew better than to let a weapon like that fall into the black market or end up as some traders new addition to their "collection".
He stopped. He felt someone behind him. No...two people. Pulling out his blaster, he turned and aimed it at the two, but was swiftly knocked to the ground by a strong kick to the gut. He grunted as he fell on his butt, and for a moment one of the two was about to attack again, but his companion interrupted. "No Cest, he's the smuggler!" The one called Cest retracted his fist, and removed his hood to reveal a Wookie. The other pulled her hood back, to reveal a woman. "I am Sierra. I assume your the contact?"
"Yeah, but I don't suppose your friend here's a gentleman." Ryder grunted as he forced himself up. "Cest is...cautious around strangers. I suppose it's for the best however, we don't want to deal with unsavory scoundrels."
"Then why are you hiring a smuggler?" A simple question. Sierra sighed. "Me and Cest are part of a rebellion to overthrow the Empire and defeat the emperor. Recently a strike force was successful in stealing several items of great importance to the Emperor. In exchange for a free ship, I am counting on you to take the items off of our hands."
"No." Ryder said immediately. Sierra's eyes widened and Cest growled. "N-No? What do you mean No?"
"Don't mean to be rude Lady, but I'm not getting on the Emperor's hit list today!"
"B-But these artifacts help the empire! Don't you want them gone?" Ryder ignored her as he began to walk away. "I thought you were a Jedi." That stopped him. He turned slowly to her, eyes wide. "How did you...?"
"I'm one too." She moved her robe a bit, revealing a lightsaber of her own. Double-bladed. Ryder sighed. "Look, I'm not going to risk my life fighting the empire. We lost, the republic's gone. The jedi are gone now, and the best thing to do is to just survive."
"Then why do you carry yours with you? Why did you accept this job?" She smirked to herself at his babbling. He had no answer. "Admit it, you want the empire gone just as much as I do. Your a Jedi."
"The jedi are dead!" He shouted. "They died when the Emperor gave the order. Where were you when it happened." Sierra was silent. "Where?!"
"...On a mission at Nar Shaddaa."
"I was there. At the temple. I watched as the Clone's shot down everyone I cared for. I hid as the temple burned. I cried as the traitor slayed everyone I loved!" Ryder shouted out the last part and felt tears begin to fall from his eyes. He wiped them away and turned from the other's. "The Jedi are dead."
"...No." Sierra grabbed his arm before he could walk away. "I may not have been at the temple and I may not know who betrayed us, but I know that I won't give up. There is a spark, a spark that will one day burn down the empire and restore the republic. You may have given up hope, but I won't!" Silence. Ryder stayed still as he processed those words. Sierra and Cest stayed still as well as he shrugged off her hand. "...I'm not a jedi anymore...*sigh*...but I'll help."
"...Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet. What do you need me to do?" Ryder asked. Sierra opened her mouth, but Cest's roar interrupted her. The two of them turned, facing the squadron of Stormtroopers aiming at them. "Halt!"
"Run!" Sierra yelled. The three of them bolted, dodging the blaster fire as best they could. Cest and Ryder fired back, blindly shooting behind them as they ducked a few stray bolts. They ran through the busy streets of the city, avoiding the blaster fire of stormtroopers (though to be honest, they didn't need to dodge much) and doing everything they could to survive. "This way!" Sierra shouted as they turned a corner. Ryder was really starting to regret ever listening to that Comm.
"Stop right there!" 5 stormtroopers stood in front of them, ready to fire. Ryder and Sierra came to a grinding halt, but not Cest. The wookie roared as it charged, ignoring the commands of the soldiers as it threw itself at them. It batted, hit, and stomped all over the imperial stormtroopers, even ripping one's arms off! Ryder and Sierra watched in a combination of Awe and terror at the carnage they were witnessing. "Did...you know he could do that?"
"...A little. But not like...this." The female jedi said. They soon recovered from their shock and continued running. They would not have to run far, for they had arrived at their destination. A hangar containing the ship Ryder was promised. A small freighter. A small, old, Helix-class light interceptor. "This is a piece of junk!" Ryder shouted.
"It's your ship." Ryder sighed for what must have been the 5th time today. Sierra then threw him a sack. It felt heavy, clearly several items were in it. He was about to open it when Sierra stopped him. "Don't open that. Ever."
"Why not? Shouldn't I know what I'm smuggling?"
"Just...it's for the best." He begrudgingly agreed. "Now. Take it with you wherever you go." She continued. Ryder's jaw dropped. That was it? That was all he had to do. He asked her to confirm that, and she did. Go anywhere he wanted, just take it with you and keep the sack out of the empire's hand. That's it. He was about to ask why when the Stormtroopers found them. As they began to open fire, Sierra pushed him towards the ship. "Go! Get out of here, we'll hold them off!"
"But-"
"Just go!" She shouted as she pulled out her lightsaber and turned it on. Two green blades sprout forth from her lightsaber and she leaped towards the stormtroopers. She ignored the ship taking off as she began to cut and slice her way through the plastoid armor of the men. She stabbed, and cut down several alongside her wookie companion who was tearing them up as well. Soon there were no soldier left. She lowerd her blade and chuckled with Cest. They lived.
*Cooooougghhh...Hhhhuugh*
The air grew cold. The hiss of a lightsaber shot into the air, not Sierra's blade. The two of them turned, seeing the Dark Lord of the Sith stand before them. Darth Vader. "I shall ask you only once. Where is the mask?" The deep, imposing voice of Vader shot forth. Sierra gave no answer as she raised her blade. Cest roared in defiance and charged. Sierra shouted "No!" before Vader threw his blade straight into the Wookie's chest. The beast stopped, then roared again before having the blade ripped out of him and a slash finished him off. Vader stood over the wookie's body, unmoving. "Tell me what you did with the mask, and I will spare you."
"It's gone! Gone and you'll never find it!" Sierra hissed as she stood her ground. Vader took a single step, she took 3 steps back. She was scared. She should be. Nearly instantly Vader closed the distance and struck, only being blocked in the knick of time. Sierra twirled her blade in front of her, attempting to cut Vader across the throat. Vader simply deflected the green blade before catching her hand and gripping it hard. Sierra screamed as she was forced to drop her lightsaber, and was tossed into a large pillar. As she collapsed onto the ground, Vader raised his blade to strike her down, but she managed to recover fast enough and avoided the blow. Using the force, she recalled her lightsaber and reactivated it, forcing the Sith lord to step back. She then charged, engaging the dark lord with several advanced Katas. A stab, a slash, a cut, a bash, she threw all of these at him, but no blow connected. Vader kept his defense up, hardly countering. He was toying with her. She felt her rage rise, and she attempted to trick the dark lord. Using her double bladed lightsaber, she lifted her back blade as if she was about to jab, and then brought down her forward one quickly for a heavy slash. But Vader saw this coming, and did a slash to sever her lightsaber in two. As Sierra stepped back, stunned, Vader's comm link activated. "*PSST* My lord?"
"Yes Admiral?"
"A small Helix Class interceptor has been spotted on our radar. Shall we take it out?" Vader glanced at the Jedi, her face filling with fear. He now understood. They hired someone to smuggle the mask. He didn't care if it was destroyed, rather he preferred it. He would be killing two birds with one stone now. "Yes Admiral. Proceed."
"NOOOO!" Sierra lunged at Vader, giving everything she could in attempting to slay the Dark Lord. It was futile, they both knew it. Vader was stronger, faster, more skilled, more powerful in the force. He was better than her. Yet she still tried. Vader grew tired of this. With one fell slash, he destroyed her lightsaber and gripper her neck with the force. She gasped, choking for air as she levitated off the ground. "Prepare to die, Jedi." He raised his blade, about to strike! Sierra's eyes closed, hope was lost. Ryder was dead...Cest was dead...the artifacts were gone...she had failed...
"*PSSST* My lord? We...have a problem."
"What is it, Admiral?"
"We were able to damage the engines of the ship but not before it took out 4 fighters. It also managed to jump into Hyperspace before we were able to completely destroy it." Sierra smiled and laughed in relief. He lived! Hope was not lost after all!
Vader growled to himself before closing his fist and snapping the Jedi's neck. She fell to the ground, and Vader walked immediately away, his rage building and boiling inside of him. With a clench of his fist, the entire hanger cracked and crumbled...before being completely destroyed.
XXX
Korra woke up gasping. What had she seen? She couldn't have been dreaming, couldn't she? That entire...whatever it was, felt so real.
She slipped out of bed and exited her room. Silently putting on her coat and shows, she stepped outside the room and into the cold South Pole air. The snow fell silently that night as she breathed the fresh air. The trip to the South Pole should end tomorrow, they were rather close after all.
"Hey." She turned to see Mako behind her. Her boyfriend looked concerned. "You alright? It's pretty chilly out here." She gave a small smirk seeing him shiver in the cold. The big bag firebender didn't like the cold it seemed.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a nightmare." She said before leaning on the railway. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked.
"Nah, it's stupid." She replied. He didn't ask again. They kept the silence going by watching the waves pass by in the ocean. The wind howled as they watched the water with splendor. "Hey Mako...do you ever thing...that we're alone?"
"I'm...not sure what you mean."
"Up there." She pointed to the sky, to the stars. "Do you ever look up and think if they're's people up there. On other worlds..."
"I don't really know...I've never thought of that I guess. I just always focused on the now rather than look up..." He then looked at the star's with her. "But it is a nice thought..." Korra agreed. As she gazed upon the stars, she truely wondered what was beyond.
Finally. I finally finished the first chapter! Ohmigod I am so tired, I spent 4 hours on this! I'm not joking! I GET DISTRACTED VERY EASILY!
So here's the first chapter of Avatar: A Star War's Story. I have a few things to say before I leave you all so don't quit out just yet.
First of all, my worries for the story. I have a lot. Having tried this story two times before, I'm scared to screw up. I don't want to mess things up by introducing unnecessary stuff. The pregnancy/kid during season 1 and 2 for Ryder and Korra wasn't the sole reason I cancelled the story, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back. I'm worried that I might lose foresight on where I'm going with this story. I guarantee that this won't be finished this year, hell, I might not get past the first major part of the story this year due to my...random updating schedule and my complete lack of focus on the stories I have alongside my overactive imagination demanding I write differing stories about different things that I inevitability abandon or forget about when I learn I can't do anything with them *GAAAASP*.
I guess I'm also worried about the fandom as well. The Star War's fandom is...tricky to say the least. One day everyone's pissed off at one thing, the next they're all celebrating another. Take for example Disney saying their happy with EA. Everyone's pissed off with them for saying this (I am too as well) but soon after, they're new's that Lucasfilm and Disney are considering making movies or new media for old Legends stuff like Bane or Revan and everyone's excited! My point is that the Fandom for Star War's is F***ing weird, and I don't want to be attacked by anyone for liking the new canon and I don't want to push people away as well.
That's all I have to say for now. I hope you enjoyed reading the final(?) attempt at me doing this stupid story. I'm also taking this time to tell you all that I got an Archive of Our Own account. Check it out if you want, it's under the same name! *Singing* Shameless self promotion is Shameless!* (JK I'm so sorry please follow me there I need more follower's there please)
Please favorite, follow, review, all that jazz. I'll see you all next time!
...I'm going to work on Spider-girl or something else right now. Or probably go to bed, I'm tired.