Well, I'm reposting this after having taken it down a week ago.

I ain't going to lie…I wanna see how this does against the other KOTOR xover… though I'll probably fail…

I got the idea from watching the new Force Unleashed trailer from E3 07 so…yeah

Summary: Three years after the Kyubi attacked Konoha, the world was living peacefully. One night, unknown to them all, a ship descended upon the planet and landed near Konoha. He saved Naruto's life, and gave him a chance for a new one. Years pass, and time will not forget, as the Echo will always come back.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Star Wars or Naruto series.

Note: You probably don't need extensive knowledge of Star Wars to understand, as most people and planets you'll see will most likely be destroyed by the end of it…

Consider this a Prologue, and Remember the Rule about Prologues… (I love that excuse…)

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Chapter 1: Introduction to the Force

October 10, was always Naruto's worst day. He always tried to be happy, but the people of Konoha scowled and sent scowls in his direction.

He was currently walking through the Market District, where all the shops were closed. Apparently, they were celebrating the death of the Kyubi no Yoko, who had assaulted the gates of Konoha four years prior. He put on a happy face, and walked through town.

He lived on the streets, where food was scarce and shelter was scarcer. He had recently found a good place to live, down a dark alleyway behind trash can. He had spent the whole night, cramped up behind the can. It was safer that way. They wouldn't be able to find him then.

They always found him though, no matter where he went. They thought it was some sort of game, but it was everything but. Every time they found him, they would torch his home, and he would have to find another. Sometimes they threw rocks at him, or their trash. The children of those villagers always did those sorts of things.

He turned a corner down the street, and saw a crowd of people. All of them were laughing merrily, and none of them had noticed him. Each of them had a happy smile on their faces, and at the end of the plaza was the smiling face of the Sandaime. He was watching the festivities from a chair high above the others, so he could watch them all. People were coming up, and thanking him. He just laughed, and shook them off.

Naruto sighed, and wished he could join them. The last time he had tried, everyone glared at him and backed away.

No one ever liked him, but he never understood why.

Once more, he sighed, and walked on. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking down. He was dressed in rags, the same rags he had been wearing since he left the orphanage, so it gave him the look of a defeated looking person.

'Why, do they all hate me?' Naruto thought, walking on. He never noticed someone had bumped into him, until he talked.

"Sorry, kid." the man grumbled, an apologetic expression on his face. When he saw who he had bumped into, the expression vanished from his face. It was replaced by a sneer, and he scowled. Backing away, he went off and disappeared into the crowd.

Naruto just sighed, and continued looking. He had not eaten for a day. The last time he had tried to steal some food, he had almost been caught and he never went back. Now, he was looking for food that someone might have dropped, or money.

'No ones going to sell to me,' He thought sadly in his mind, and stopped searching for money. It was true. He had once found nearly seventy yen, but the man he had tried to buy food from marked it off as stolen and reported him. He had been on the run from guards since then. When they finally caught him, they gave him the punishment for stealing.

Even now, Naruto cradled his left arm, where no hand could be found. He had immediately been taken to the Konoha Hospital, where the doctors there had grudgingly healed his hand. Afterwards, they had literally kicked him back onto the streets.

He walked down an alleyway, and found them. They were all laughing loudly, at some unheard joke. Each of the boys held a sake bottle in their hands, which they had probably nicked off an adult.

"Hey, look everyone!" slurred a boy drunkenly, "It's little Naru-chan!"

The boys laughed and pointed at him with their sake bottles. "Hey, little Naru-chan," another one cried out, louder than he should have, "You want a little drink of sake?" he said, holding the bottle to him.

Naruto shook his head, fearful of what the boys would do to him. No one was near, and if these boys killed him, no one would know. He turned and tried to get out of the alleyway, but found a cart of food blocking his path.

'If I scream, someone should hear me,' he thought, 'it's broad daylight, and no one would be able to ignore it.'

He readied his lungs, but never got the chance to. The sake bottle crashed into his back, the shards of it cutting into his skin.

He heard the boy's laughter, and heard them all clapping each other on the backs.

"Looks, like little Naru-chan is bleeding," the boy who had asked him if he wanted to take some sake said, "Maybe, we should help him out!"

They all cried affirmation, as they ganged up on Naruto. Naruto fell to the ground, ran underneath the cart. He got up on the other side and ran, bumping into many, and spreading his blood onto them.

The Sandaime saw this and felt a twang of pity in his heart. He could not do anything, for if he did, he would show he favored Naruto, and then more people would come after him. In his life, the Sandaime made many enemies, and if they found out he favored him, then the boy's life would be worse. Still, it did not mean he could indirectly help Naruto. He motioned to one of his two of his Chunin guards.

Both came over, and leaned so they could hear their Hokage's words.

"Do you see that boy," the Sandaime said, pointing into the crowd at the whiskered blonde boy running through the crowd. Both nodded, with contempt and glee in on their faces. Each thought that the Sandaime was going to order them to assassinate him, "Watch him." He said simply.

Both Chunin looked at each other, shocked. Then they muttered a quick, "Hai, Sandaime-sama." and disappeared in a whirl of leaves.

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Naruto ran through the streets, looking for an escape. He ran on, and suddenly found himself flat on his back because he had run into someone.

"Watch where you're going, gaki." said the man, looking down at him. His eyes flashed in recognition and then he smiled, as he saw the crowd of kids chasing him.

"Wonder what you did, gaki." the man said, looking down at him in an evil way. "It would be a shame for them to catch up to you, wouldn't it?" He said. Then he ran forward, and kicked Naruto in his side, sending him flying back a little. He landed on the ground, right in front of the them.

"Thanks, jiji-san!" said a young boy drunkenly.

"Just be sure to give him an extra hard kick for me," said the man, laughing before turning away from the sound of grunts and shoes impacting on flesh.

The Chunin that had been assigned to watch Naruto were indeed watching. Both were giggling at the sight of the demon boy being beat by the drunk young boys.

"He did say just watch him," giggled one of the Chunin. He watched, as one of the boys smashed their sake bottle on the boys head.

Both of them laughed, and the boys below noticed.

Both groups stopped, looked at each, and then laughed. The boy beneath them was trying to crawl away, and now something red was leaking from him and healing his wounds.

"Oi," asked one of them, still drunk. "What's this?"

The Chunin immediately tensed, then laughed, as a boy down and smashed his sake bottle into Naruto's head. Shards of glass flew into his head, and cut deep into his right eye.

A cry of pain was heard, but the boys, still drunk, laughed it off and smashed another bottle of sake into the boy, this one going right into the back of his head. He was bleeding fiercely, but could do nothing, as they rammed the shards of the sake bottle into his back.

The street was empty and for hours, they tortured and hurt the little boy. The ninja who had been asked to stand guard were still watching, giving out pointers to the still drunken kids. Every time, they saw the red mark, they hit the boy harder, until it disappeared.

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He watched the boy, as he was beaten to death over and over, only to be saved from it time and time again by a red light, which was a pure form of the Force. It was supposed to be unharnessable yet this boy was somehow using it.

He had followed the echoes to get here. Even from many galaxies away, he had felt them. One moment, the connection was there, the next, it was not. Always flickering, and calling out to those that were able to sense it.

It had called him from Dantooine, where he had been talking to the Council.

He watched as the two men dressed in green vests handed over a primitive steel weapon to the boys, who were all still drunk. The planet's only moon shone in the light and filtered around the boy. He was bloody, and splotches of blood lined the ground in the shape of the boy while he had been moved by the boys. His hair was matted down by his blood, and none of the boy's golden blonde hair shone through. The boy's right eye was nothing more than a deep hole, and his real eye was lying some ten feet away, where the boy had gouged it out by himself, most likely due to the pain. Bones were sticking out of his body, and shards of glass stuck from his thin frame.

Yet, despite all the pain and torment the boy had been through, not once had he lost consciousness. The red light had always brought him back, and seemed like it would not allow him to die. As he looked at the light, going back and forth and keeping the boy alive, he had begun to wonder, 'What makes this boy special. And how is he still here?'

He moved down off of the building he had been watching atop, to put a stop to it all, as the boy raised the primitive piece of metal and brought it down, straight into the boys chest. All the kids and adults whooped with glee, as they thought he was dead.

He knew the boy would live though, as the red light had come forth and prevented him from dying once more. Revan had been felt it, the largest echo yet. He covered his ears, as it braced through him, showering him the pain of dying, ten fold. Even now, after having taken something straight to the heart, he was still conscious, watching the world with apathy in his eye.

Even the kids had felt it, but they had soon gone back to laughing. The adults were giving the boys talking to the boys in a strange language, and he used his command over the Force to learn the language.

"..so, we thank you, in the name of our Hokage, and the village of Konoha, for killing this demon." said one of the men. He patted a nearby boy on the back, and he smiled proudly. The boy just looked back at him, drunkenly.

Revan was confused, though his face did not show it. He had heard of Demons, but this boy was certainly not one.

He looked down at the boy, and commanded using the Force, "Get up!"

The boy just stared at him, apathy still present in his eye.

It was strange. The boy seemed to be immune to his powers over the Force. Once more, with the Force, he commanded, "Raise!"

Seeing the boy give no sign of response, Revan sighed, and went into his mind to find a solution.

'This boy, he is truly powerful to be able to do this. He is the echo within the Force, the one whose power is strong, one who must be trained to control it, or everything will fall.' He thought. He looked down at the boy, who was still lying on the floor, with the primitive piece of steel lodged in his heart. He wasn't moving, and the only sign he was alive was alive was the apathy in his eye.

"I will do it," He called in Basic. The boys and two men turned to look at him.

He turned also, only this time at the boy.

The men smiled, "It's seems you're too late." One of the men said happily, "These fine young boys have already killed the beast."

Revan paid them no mind, and used the Force again, "Do you feel it, boy?" He questioned. "Do you feel the anger at these men, for causing you this much pain?" This time, the boys eye flashed in fury.

"Good, you do feel it," Revan said, smiling beneath the mask he wore. His voice in the Force was cold, and merciless. One day, the boy would also be like this. "Now, get up and use it. Let your rage guide you, let your emotions rule you."

Instead of having that rage pass through his eye, it was became apathy. Despite having had his throat cut, he rasped to out, "No." in his language. The men turned to look at the boy, first in shock, then in anger. The alcohol running through the veins of the once inebriated boys was now running thin, and they were looking on in horror of what they had just done.

"No?" Revan asked. If all went well, he would make a fine apprentice.. "You do not wish to destroy the men who tried to destroy you?"

"No," The boy once again said. His eye was still apathetic, but they now held something else in them. A spark of something untold. It was the Force. "I wish to annihilate them."

"Then arise, and I shall take you away and teach you how to annihilate them." Revan said. He had now the most wonderful idea in his mind.

The boy tried to rise slowly, his movements slow and harsh. The men, who had thought the boy dead, only to find him alive, had run up to him and started kicking him in his sides. More blood spilled out of the boy, but now a determination was held in his eyes.

The boys were looking at them in horror, but some of them had also run up to the boy, and was repeatedly hitting him with their feet and fists.

Still the boy, arose, only to fall back down from one of the men, who had plunged another two of the primitive steel weapons into the boy's back. He had then got onto the boy's back, and kicked him where the steel weapons had been impaled. They went down, and the sounds of bones and flesh tearing were heard, as they slammed into the ground beneath where the boy lie.

Soon, the red light had enveloped the boy, but still the men and boys kept kicking and hitting him. The red light got weaker and weaker, until it was only a thin outline on the boy's body.

The boy's eye was still open, and more blood was spilling from him.

"No." He rasped out.

"Then rise," Revan called to him in the Force. He had witnessed the boy's regenerative powers. Powers that seemed they would not allow him to die or lose consciousness. 'The ultimate fighter.' Revan thought, subconsciously. "Rise, boy, and cast off those who wish to kill you, those who wish to manipulate you. Feel for that power, but do not let it rule you. Contain it, and guide it through with your mind. Master it, and bend it to your will. Control it, and let it filter through your body."

All through the time, the boy's eye never blinked, or never wavered. The look of apathy that had been present in the boy's eye and face were gone, leaving only a look of grim determination.

"Now is your chance, young one!" Revan said to him through the Force. Behind his mask, he had been clenching his teeth. Every time one of the boy's or men gave the boy a killing blow and the red light came, an echo wavered the Force. It rippled outwards, going on and on. Eventually, it would reach other galaxies and call or turn those who felt and heard them, just as they had called him.

"Feel for it, the special thing inside you. It is the power deep within you, call it and push it outwards. Manipulate it for your needs." He called to the boy, over the rush of wind. It seemed the boy was creating a whirlwind from the Force, something only Masters could possibly do. His eyes were glowing Gray, lighting themselves with something unearthly. Then he pushed outwards with an almighty scream. His hands were held at his sides, elbows tucked in, and hands held outwards. His head was raised to the sky, and the clouds had been all sucked themselves up, creating a hole in the sky, where the moonlight shone through. The red light was now surrounding him, using its power to help the boy.

The boy's and men that had been assaulting the boy had crashed through many houses, the whirlwind of the Force blowing them back.

"Now, finish it, boy!" Revan called to him. "Always finish what you start!"

The boy looked at him, and a show of thanks appeared in his glowing eye. He raised his hands to the sky, then brought them down. Thick tendrils of green lightning came down from the Heavens, blowing apart the clouds and setting fire to many of the houses.

The bodies of his attackers were now burnt, and the whirlwind had died down. Against the backdrop of the night sky, the fires burned brightly, with their red shining through the darkness. It seemed he had destroyed over one third of the town he had been in,

The boy fell to the ground onto his fours, gasping for breath. More blood came from his throat, as he gasped.

"Rise, boy." Revan said, rising his hand up and picking the boy up with the force. "You shall never fall, nor shall you ever back down." He said, looking at the boy behind his mask.

More men came, looking for the source of the whirlwind.

"You have done well," Revan said to the boy, whom he had let go.

The boy kneeled to him, and put his head down at Revan's feet. The men were now staring, wondering what they should do.

"Arigatogozaimasu." The boy said in his native language, "For giving me the power to fight them off."

"No boy," Revan said in the boy's tongue, "I did not grant you that power. I only told you how to harness it."

"Then, I thank you for that." The boy bowed on the ground, blood still spilling from him onto the ground.

"Get up," Revan commanded in the Force. The men were closing on quickly, as per the orders of a man dressed in white and red robes. The boy scrambled up, and looked at Revan down at Revan. "Look me in the eye, boy."

The boy did so, his only remaining eye locking with Revan's. He did not appear to be suffering from the after effects of the group's assault, but he was still bleeding. The red light had disappeared, and the boy was now standing up straight with several holes in his chest and multiple bones sticking out of his body.

"I offer you something, boy." Revan said, using the Force to push away all forms of attacks coming towards them. "A chance to become my apprentice. Do not accept immediately, and think this through. When I am finished speaking, you shall give me your answer. Do you understand?" The boy nodded, and Revan continued. "I shall train you, and teach you how to wield the power of the Force, which is what you have just done, to its fullest extent. I shall teach you control, and I shall teach you discipline. You will learn, and you will understand. There is no room for failure, there is no tolerance for weakness. Though you are human, I expect better from you, as all have expected better from me. I shall give you a home, and in turn, you will serve me, and one day become my partner." He finished, and looked at the boy. He was thinking, he knew that, for the Force told him his mind was moving.

Then he bowed deeply, and looked at Revan, apathy once again present in his eye, "What is thy bidding, my master?" He asked, his voice still raspy.

Underneath his mask, Revan smiled.

"Grab your eye and let us depart, my apprentice. From there, I will impart with you all my knowledge. In turn, you will give me all your secrets."

The boy did as told, and walked towards his eye. It was moving along the ground, and the piece of muscle that had once been attached to it was trailing behind it. Without question, he picked it up, and held it in his hand. He returned to Revan, where he grabbed the boy by his shoulder with one hand, and pushed off on the ground, flying high into the air.

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Looking down, Naruto saw his old village, one he promised he would return to one day, to seek the answers that would be kept there. The village was burning, and no kunai that had been thrown by the shinobi seemed to be touching them.

By his side, his master side, using his deep voice that seemed to resonate in his mind, "Do not look back, my apprentice. Looking back leads you down a path of dreams and memories. We are leaving this planet behind, and you shall soon see what the rest of the Universe has to offer."

Still, Naruto could not forget the village. After all, he always fulfilled his promises.

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If any of you guys need any ideas or something, feel free to come to me, cause I have too many in my head…

Tell me if you have any suggestions, remarks, or if I made a mistake,

Dokugin

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