Hello everyone. This is a teaser for a RWBY/Star Wars crossover I'm thinking of writing. Let me know what you think and if I should turn this into an actual story.
Do note, I stayed up all night getting this done, so if there is any spelling errors (which I have no doubts there are) then I apologize.
Edit –4/2/18: fixed some grammar mistakes and altered some wording so the story felt more natural.
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Solum Cluster, Amethyst System
High Remnant Orbit
Imperial shuttle LC-T 492
En route to Imperial Star Destroyer Grey Wolf
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, YANG! YANG! Get over here! Look at those guns! Look at them! They're HUGE!"
Weiss felt a migraine coming on as she resisted the urge to slap her over-enthusiastic team leader. Ruby's shrieking was causing the guards accompanying them to look towards her in alarm. Or, at least, Weiss thought it was alarm. Hard to tell with those expressionless helmets. Speaking of expressions, the other two members of the team was also reacting. Yang got up with an annoyed huff, only for that huff to turn into a alarmed yelp as Ruby zipped to her and all but dragged Yang into the cockpit. Blake, who had been having a conversation with her partner, was giving Ruby a silent glare, her uncovered ears pressed flat to her head.
Sharing a sympathetic look with Blake, Weiss decided that she best go see whatever had Ruby in such a hyper state. Which, admittedly, could be a lot of things. Standing and heading over to the front of the craft (where some very excited conversations could be heard) Weiss prepared herself for the difficult task of calming Ruby down.
After all, it would not do to meet their Imperial hosts in such a chaotic manner.
Soft footsteps behind her revealed that Blake's curiosity had outweighed her annoyance. As one, the two Huntresses-in-training entered the craft's cockpit, only to freeze in shock at what lay before them. Behind her, Blake let out a sound somewhere between the cry of a strangled cat, and the wheeze of air escaping a balloon.
Weiss blinked. Then blinked again. 'By Oum, what have we gotten ourselves into?'
There was a ship in front of them.
And it was not a small one. It was a massive behemoth of a ship, easily over a kilometer and a half long. Nor was it alone. There were at least two other of those monstrosities, as well as several other, much smaller vessels surrounding the three mega ships, likely acting as escorts.
Weiss's mind whirled. She knew their new friends were powerful, Mountain Glenn had proven that. And she also knew that said friends were space-faring. But that didn't change that being told something, and seeing it with your own eyes were two very different things.
As she got over her initial shock she started to inspect the ship immediately in front of them (which also seemed to be their destination). It was a metallic grey (as were the rest of the ships in the fleet) and was shaped like a wedge, or a dagger. The next thing she noticed were its guns, which, judging by Ruby's frantic pointing, were what initially got her so excited.
She narrowed her eyes, perhaps Ruby could be forgiven in this instance. They were rather large- easily the size of a truck, or even a bullhead. And if the damage of Imperial weapons scaled similarly to Remnantian weapons, then they were likely very devastating.
The last thing she noticed was the large superstructure situated towards the rear of the vessel. The structure was shaped like a T, with two dome-like protrusions at the top, and a small half-dome sticking out the front, complete with windows and-
Weiss's brow crinkled in confusion.
'Wait- is that the bridge? What kind of idiot puts their bridge on the top of their spaceship! That's just asking for it to get blown up!'
She slightly relaxed, relieved that that the massive ships had at least one weakness. Then she frowned. 'Or it could mean their defenses are strong enough that they've never had to worry about it.'
Unfortunately, any further contemplation was interrupted when the pilot (who had previously been trying to fend off an increasingly insatiable Ruby), motioned for silence.
"Tower control, this is shuttle LC-T 492, requesting permission to land. Carrying priority VIPs. Designation RWBY, authorization code A-436-H79."
"Shuttle LC-T 492, you are cleared for landing in hanger 2, welcome home."
Turning towards them, the pilot spoke, "Alright, that's your cue. Head to the rear of the craft and prepare to disembark."
Yang jumped up from where she had been leaning against one of the seats, "Hear that girls? Time to meet the head honcho himself!"
Voicing their agreement, the rest of the team started to head out. Weiss, remembering her original goal, grabbed Ruby's shoulder to get her attention.
Ruby turned to her, frowning, "Weiss, what's wrong?"
"Ruby, I need you to really listen to me, ok? And when I say listen to me, I mean really listen to me."
Ruby's brow crinkled in confusion, but she nevertheless did focus her attention on Weiss.
"Ruby, you're the leader of our team, which means you're going to be the center of attention-"
Ruby's eyes widened in alarm, and she opened her mouth to speak, but a firm glare stopped her.
"-So, you need to be on your best behavior. Don't swamp the poor crewmen with questions, no word vomit, and above all, no semblance use. Try to stay with the rest of the group. Remember, we're not just representing team RWBY, Beacon, or even hunters and huntresses in general. Right now, we're representing the entirety of Remnant, whether they know it or not. Do you understand?"
Ruby nodded, eyes slightly downcast, feet shuffling, and tapping her index fingers together.
Weiss frowned, "What is it?"
Silver eyes flicked to her own, "I was kinda hoping you'd do most of that. You're good at talking while I'm, well, me."
Blue eyes softened in response.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine. Headmaster Ozpin wouldn't have chosen us if he believed we couldn't do it."
'Though I doubt the headmaster had much of a choice- but Ruby doesn't know that'
"Besides, you're not alone. We'll be there every step of the way, ready to help if you need it. In fact, tell you what, you have to handle the introductions- you're expected to as the leader, but I can do most of the talking. Whenever you feel comfortable enough, just jump in, ok?"
Ruby nodded slowly, "I can do that. Yea, I can definitely do that."
Just then, a soft clunk sounded out, revealing that they had landed.
Weiss smiled and gestured to the shuttle's ramp, "Then lead the way, Lady Rose."
Ruby returned the smile, "Why thank you, Miss Schnee."
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Yang's eyes widened slightly. 'Now that's a greeting.'
There were two groups of those white-armored guards (Stormtroopers? Was that what they were called?) gathered on either side of the shuttle's ramp. Each group was in perfect formation, white armor nearly glowing in the stark grey of the hanger. In-between the two groups, and directly in front of the ramp, was a white-uniformed officer, flanked by two more heavily armored troopers.
Yang smiled. She recognized those two troopers as the some of the ones they fought alongside at Mountain Glenn. They were commandos, if she recalled correctly. Her grin turned a bit feral; they had promised her a spar, and she planned to collect.
"Alright Team, it's time to shine! Follow my lead."
Yang turned her head at her sister's confidant statement, and arched her eyebrow. Ruby was…well, not exactly confident; darting eyes and tapping fingers betrayed that; but still, she wasn't nearly as nervous as Yang was expecting. Though, the smirking Weiss behind her probably had something to do with that. Yang mouthed a quick thank you before turning and following Ruby down the ramp.
The silence was deafening, the only sounds being their footsteps, and what Yang presumed to be the hum of the ship's engines.
To distract herself, Yang snuck a look at her teammates. Ruby, as previously observed, was still abnormally composed, determination etched on her face. Weiss, for her part, was living up to her ice queen nickname, gliding across the floor with elegance and confidence. Of the three, Blake looked the most normal, walking relaxed, easy steps, the cat ears sticking straight up being the only sign of any uncomfortableness. Deciding that she had seen all she need to, she turned back to figure they were approaching. And (for what felt like the hundredth time that day) felt her eyes widen.
Blue. The dude was blue. With pure red eyes. What?
She knew that the Imperials were aliens, but come on, they all looked human! She can't be blamed for being surprised! This was the first time she'd seen actual proof. Admittedly, he wasn't as alien as he could have been. Save for the color, he could easily pass as a human; hell, as he was right now, he could even pass a faunus. Chameleon faunus were a thing, after all.
Still, the resemblance to a human was uncanny, if she was being honest. She may not be the best at genetics, but even she knew the chances of two species looking so similar to eachother was near impossible. Scientists were still trying to figure out how the faunus came to be.
Abruptly, she chuckled. If she was uncomfortable by this, then poor Weiss was probably having an Aneurysm.
Her musings were interrupted as they reached Mr. Blueberry man, and he started talking.
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"Greeting, team RWBY. Welcome to the Grey Wolf. I hope the journey was pleasant?"
'Alright Ruby, this is it. This is your moment to shine."
"Umm…"
'Think! What would Weiss say?'
"It was indeed. We've never been in space before, si—umm, what do I call you?"
In front of her, one of the commandos snorted in amusement. Ruby cringed; she could practically feel Weiss facepalm behind her.
A single blue eyebrow was raised in response to her question. "Apologies, I seem to have you at a disadvantage. I am Grand Admiral Thrawn. I command this fleet."
Ruby gulped. 'Grand Admiral? ...that sounds important.'
Steeling herself, Ruby prepared to respond.
'Right, try number two'
"Of course, thank you. My name is Ruby Rose, I'm the leader of team RWBY. This is my sister Yang Xiao Long-"
At the sound of her name, Yang straightened up and offered a confident, "Sup".
"-my good friend Blake Belladonna-"
Blake gave a small nod.
"-and heiress Weiss Schnee of the SDC"
Ruby hoped that by emphasizing Weiss's rank, she'd have at least a bit more negotiating power. Whether it'd work or not; or even if Weiss had wanted that revealed was another question... though admittedly, a quick search on the CCT web would have revealed it anyway. It wasn't exactly a secret.
"Indeed," replied Thrawn, "My men reported your team's effectiveness and bravery in the field. They were most impressed."
"Just doing our duty sir"
"Do not lower yourself by practicing humility. There is a difference between beating a few grimm and saving an entire city. The actions taken that day saved thousands of lives. Be proud."
Ruby couldn't help but offer a small smile. They did save a lot of people, didn't they?
"Thank you sir"
Thrawn's face had been unreadable throughout the conversation, but at that moment, Ruby could have sworn she was the beginnings of a smile.
"Unfortunately, we are not here to discuss past victories. You are to be taken on a tour of the ship, however, before we do so there are some things we need to discuss. Please, follow me."
With that, Thrawn turned around and gestured for them to follow him. Team RWBY exchanged a look, but obediently began heading to the hanger doors, the commandos flanking them in lock-step. Once they had left the hanger they promptly started to observe their surroundings.
"So…" Yang started, "nice ship."
Thrawn gave a quick glance backwards, "Thank you, this ship, and indeed this fleet, have been threw a lot."
"What's its name?" asked Ruby.
"The ship? Grey Wolf, and before you ask, it's an Imperial-1 class star destroyer."
"S-s-tar Destroyer?" stuttered Blake, looking horrified.
Thrawn let out a soft chuckle, "Do not fear, I don't believe it is actually capable of destroying a star…"
He frowned, "or, at least, I've never heard of one doing so."
"Well that's reassuring." Yang reply dripped with sarcasm.
"Um…" Ruby asked, sounding shy, "I hate to ask, but, uh, where are we going?"
"We're going to meet someone, someone who came all the way from the core to meet you."
Thrawn's step faltered, and, for the briefest of moments, looked concerned.
"I would advise you not to show disrespect towards him. He is not very… forgiving."
"That's not ominous at all," muttered Blake under her breath.
"So what happens after we meet him?" asked Weiss.
"That depends on him, and whether or not you impress him."
Team RWBY exchanged concerned looks.
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When Thrawn finally stopped, it was over an hour later, and Weiss was fairly certain they had walked over a kilometer, and were likely somewhere underneath the superstructure. Though she was uncertain as to why they had stopped. The door Thrawn was facing looked the same as any of the thousands of other doors they had passed along the way. Apparently, she wasn't alone, as mere moments later Yang spoke up.
"So, um, is the place?"
Thrawn inclined his head.
"It is."
He reached over and imputed a passcode, and the door slide open.
Within seconds, an unnatural cold surrounded them, and team RWBY gave a collective shiver. Even Weiss, who was practically at home in the cold, was affected, pulling her bolero closer to her body.
Then they heard the sound. A deep mechanical wheezing, as if a machine was trying to mimic breathing. The sound was loud, grating, and seemed to echo down to their very bones.
What hit them next was arguably worse. As huntresses, they have a highly developed sense for danger- such is their primary method of detecting grimm on the field. And right now those senses were screaming at them. Their hands flicked to their weapons, and their eyes darted around, trying to find the source of the danger.
Then, a deep, brass voice, devoid of any emotion, echoed from the room.
"Thank you Grand Admiral. Bring them forward."
"Of course, Lord Vader"
Thrawn turned to the commandos, dismissing them, then gestured Team Rwby Through the door.
The team hesitated, their sense of danger overwhelming their sense of diplomacy.
Ruby, realizing they needed to do something, decided to take the lead.
"It's ok girls, we've already come this far. No sense in turning back now, right?" she said, giving an awkward chuckle.
No one chuckled with her.
She sighed, "Whelp, I tried"
With that, she slowly started to pad forward.
The rest of the team, realizing they didn't have a choice, adopted defensive postures before following her inside.
Thrawn entered last, and once inside, closed the door behind them.
The room was plain, and almost completely empty. The walls were undecorated, the floor bare, and the corners full of shadows. The only furniture in the room was a single plain desk, with four equally plain chairs facing it. The sole light was provided by a single bright beam in the center of the ceiling. Said beam was focused on the desk, as well as the figure behind it. Consequentially, the team's attention was drawn to said figure.
The first thing of note was his height. The man was tall, easily over two meters. Admittedly, he couldn't have been much taller than professor Ozpin, but the cape and skull-like mask seem to add to his height; and, Ruby noted, his sense of intimidation. Along with aforementioned accessories, the man wore a suit of pitch-black armor. The only color to be seen was what looked to be some sort of control panel on his chest, though for what purpose it was there Ruby could only guess.
"Children," Thrawn began, "Might I present Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, and Supreme Commander of the Imperial Military.
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The room was silent, the only sound being that horrific breathing. Yang resisted the urge to fidget. This "Darth Vader" seemed content to merely observe them. Though what he was looking for, she had no idea. Just when she was contemplating doing a "Ruby" and just blurt out something, ANYTHING, to make the silence end, he finally spoke.
"I have heard much about you team RWBY."
Weiss opened her mouth to speak, but Vader continued regardless.
"And you undoubtedly have many questions."
He looked each of them in the eye.
"You wish to know why we have taken an interest in your world. Thrawn will tell you, but first you must listen. If you still have questions when he is done, then, and only then, may you ask them. Understood? "
Team RWBY nodded.
At that, Thrawn began to speak.
"Several decades ago, our empire did not exist. The galaxy was instead ruled by a Republic."
He paused. "A broken republic. Corrupt, and diseased to the very bones. An insult to the democracy it supposedly valued."
"And as is with all broken systems, the weight of its own corruption eventually reached a breaking point."
At this point Thrawn made sure he had their undivided attention.
"A civil war- the Clone Wars. It only lasted three years, but in those three years, the galaxy ran red with blood. Billions died, and entire worlds were rendered uninhabitable. Chaos reigned supreme.
Vader stepped forward and took over. "The Republic had one major advantage- the Jedi Order. They were the sworn defenders of the Republic, they existed solely to protect the common man, and hold back the forces of chaos.
Though Vader's voice seemingly remained as emotionless as ever, he still somehow managed to convey the scorn and disgust he felt towards the Jedi.
"Lies, all of it. The Jedi started the war, engineered it to their exact wishes, and then, when the Republic was on the verge of victory, when their guard was finally being lowered after three years of unending war, they struck."
A new voice sounded out, "A coup."
The group's attention shifted to Weiss.
Weiss, for her part, realized what she had done. A light dusting of pink colored her cheeks as she look down shyly.
Vader gazed at her, yet, despite his earlier threat, merely nodded.
"Yes, a coup. The head of the Republic at the time was Chancellor Palpatine. One of the few good men in the republic. He had been trying to root out the Republic's corruption ever since he took office, yet, due to the Jedi and their allies, he never succeeded. When the Jedi launched their coup, through a combination of luck and paranoid caution, he managed to survive."
"Immediately after the coup, he ordered the military to destroy the Jedi. At the same time, he realized the futility of trying to fix the Republic. So, while the military stormed the jedi's temple, he reformed the Republic from the ground up, creating the Empire we now serve."
For several moments, there was silence.
Then Yang spoke, "So… that cool and all, but what does it have to do with us?"
Lord Vader practically growled, "Because the Jedi are not dead."
Wide-eyed silence greeted his statement.
Thrawn stepped in. "While the majority of the Jedi were killed in the formation of the Empire, some survived. Those few left have elected to attempt a repeat, and are trying to cause another civil war. Except this one promises to make the last one look tame in comparison."
He looked them each in the eye.
"They are succeeding."
"Pockets of rebels are growing, as are the jedi's numbers, and our forces are increasingly becoming outmatched"
Blake frowned, "Are the Jedi really so powerful?"
Vader grunted, "The ideology make the powers they use weak, but even weakened, those powers are powers the normal man cannot match. Of the Imperial military, only I am capable of taking on a fully-trained jedi and emerging victorious. Yet I am one man, and cannot be everywhere at once."
His gaze burrowed into theirs. "But you can."
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Yang's brow furrowed, "What do you mean "we can"?"
Thrawn elaborated, "There are around two-thousand hunters on Remnant at any given time, and, despite their number growing in recent years, there are still less than a hundred Jedi in the galaxy total.
He smirked, "One on one, I doubt a hunter could beat a Jedi, but four on one? Five on one? Ten on one? That's a different story."
Blake glared at him, "You want us to be your assassins?"
Vader shook his head, "Assassins? No, we want you to be the Empire's heroes! The Jedi care only for their ideology, regardless of who suffers because of it. They seek to plunge the galaxy into war! Every jedi you defeat will save thousands! In such a way, they are akin to the Grimm you face on Remnant, are they not?
Thrawn decided to break in, "Additionally, you not only help the people of the Empire, but Remnant itself too. We plan to bring your planet into the Imperial fold, granting you the ability to travel beyond your own star. Has that not been a long-term goal of your people for some time now?"
Silence once again descended.
After several moments, Ruby spoke, "We need some time to discuss this, may we-"
She was interrupted by Vader holding up a hand, "You may discuss later. I have read the reports compiled by the commandos that you assisted in Mountain Glenn. However, in order to truly gauge your combat abilities, I would see them in person. The force is a dangerous enemy; how your aura fares against it will prove vital to combating the jedi. Follow me."
With that, he turned around and strode to the door.
Team RWBY, startled by the sudden change in topic, jumped to follow.
"Miss Schnee, if you would stay for a moment?"
Weiss turned, seeing Thrawn, not having moved, becoming her back. Lightly repressing her own confusion, she waved off the worry of her friends.
"It's ok girls, I'll join you in a bit."
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The place Vader brought them to was some sort of training room, though it was unlike any training room Ruby had ever seen. It was about the size of the hanger they had arrived in, but instead of columns of Stormtroopers and stacks of those flimsy looking fighters, it instead had slabs of concrete (or what Ruby assumed was concrete) scattered throughout the room, all stacked and shaped differently- presumably to simulate debris and cover on a battlefield. Various slabs had what looked to be scorch marks, as if it was hit by a burn-dust round, but instead of bullet holes, they were shaped like a slash, as if made by a sword.
Ruby internally cooed, she'd love to see what type of weapon created marks like those!
Unfortunately, her internal rambling was interrupted when Vader turned to the group.
"I requisitioned this room when I came aboard. I found it to be…adequate, so it is here I shall test you."
Vader raised a hand and waved it at one of the walls. With a grinding screech (ooh, telekinesis semblance!), the wall slide open to reveal several groups of…androids?
They were odd-looking; taller, yet more skeletal then the atlesian knights Atlas was so fond of, each had an odd looking staff hooked on their backs, with some sort of gun strapped to their hips. They were also all deactivated, plugged into the wall as they were, though if Vader was going to do what she thought he was, that was about to change.
"These are CIS magnaguards, designed and used by the separatists during the Clone Wars, primarily as bodyguards and assassins. They ceased being a threat to me years ago, but they are still a threat your average jedi in great enough numbers."
Vader turned to them, "They will be a good test of your strength."
"Wait," Blake interrupted, "you're not going to give us any advice on how to fight these things?"
"No."
The Droids disconnected from the wall.
You don't want to know about our abilities first?"
"No."
The droids began to hum, purple light flickering in their eye sockets
Yang decided to get in on the action, "What about Weiss? She's not here yet! Are we going to start without her?"
"Yes."
The droids staffs were activated, and guns upholstered.
Ruby's voice squeaked in the background, "Uh, Guys?"
Yany was still looking incredulously towards Vader.
The droids fired.
"What about- Oh, fuck!"
And with that, there was no more time for talk.
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"Don't worry Miss Schnee, this shouldn't take long."
Weiss sat back down in her chair. "What is it Grand Admiral?"
"You recall how I said we would help Remnant become space-faring?"
Weiss arched an eyebrow, "Kind of hard to forget sir"
"Indeed, however there are some conditions."
Weiss's posture instantly became more guarded, "What kind of conditions?"
Thrawn"s eyes narrowed slightly, "The long-term kind. You see, typically, if we wished to uplift a species, we would simply invade them. Once we've conquered them, it is a simple matter to install a singular, effective government for the whole planet. Unfortunately, while any lingering resentment usually washes away after a few years, the immediate mood post-invasion is typically very anti-imperial –no one likes getting invaded. Unsurprisingly, the Jedi have been known to use these feelings to their advantage, converting the populous to their cause."
Thrawn paused, "the goal of this expedition is to gain your people as allies, not to drive them straight into the arms of the jedi. As of such, an invasion unviable. So instead, we must do it the old fashion way. Manipulation."
Weiss's eyes flared, "You think to manipulate me?!"
Thrawn's eyes hardened in turn, "Calm yourself girl. I am not referring to you, but rather your governments. Remnant cannot rise to the space-age with separate nations, the planet must be united."
Weiss calmed slightly, but was once again wary, "The kingdoms would never unite voluntarily. You're talking about a planet-wide war, another Great War. I cannot agree to that."
Thrawn smiled, "Your right, the only way to unite the kingdoms is through war, however, not the war you're thinking of. Tell me, there is one thing on Remnant that unites everyone, regardless of nationality or motive. What is it?"
Weiss snorted, that one's easy. "Why, the Grimm of course. But just fighting together does not mean they'll magically unite."
"Not without a symbol they won't."
Trawn's smile grew, "Allow me to tell you a story. Several millennia ago, the Republic was invaded by a powerful warrior species known as the Mandalorians. The Republic tried fighting, but they were crushed, over, and over, and over again. Until one man rose. His name was Revan. He was part of an order of warriors, but the order's leaders refused to get involved in the war. So, unable to watch his beloved Republic die, he defied his leaders, grabbed like-minded followers, and joined the fight. The enemies he fought were supposedly both invincible and unstoppable. Yet stop them he did. Kill them, he did."
Thrawn stared into her eyes, "When the fight was finally over, everyone who had fought under him, everyone who he had saved, all followed him. Revan defeated an enemy that was supposedly undefeatable, and then proceeded to create one of the most powerful Empires that ever existed."
Thrawn leaned forward staring into wide eyes, "You can be Remnant's Revan. You have the fighting skill of the Hunters, and the power and influence of the SDC. The Grimm is the sole creators of all your people's sorrow. The source of all their loss. They are the very enemy you have trained your whole life to defeat.
Thrawn eyes burned into her own, and she swore his next words burned into her very sole.
"You are Revan. They Grimm are your Mandalorians, and your world is the Republic. Defeat the Grimm, and you unify Remnant."
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Schemes upon schemes. Thrawn and Vader each have their own plans, and you can bet the Emperor has no clue what's going on.
This is going to be fun.
…Er, that is, if people like it and want me to continue. If so, let me know!
If I do turn this into a story, then this chapter will likely be around the middle of it. You'll notice that I reference that RWBY was already aware of the Imperials, so yea, middle of the story.
Thanks for reading!