The Death Star. A massive pale space station bearing the size and shape of the average moon with a large concave dish in its northern hemisphere, constituting its main weaponry, and under massive construction on a scale previously thought only possible by gods themselves.
The grand design of the station was, despite its harmless spherical appearance, to be the most powerful weapon ever made, to become an immortal symbol of fear for every last heart of sentient life in the galaxy. So powerful, that it can destroy even planets with one powerful superlaser, fueled and magnified countless fold by Kyber Crystals, the most precious gems in the galaxy.
Within the grand mighty space station, lies the Imperial Throne Room, the Observation Dome and private area of the Galactic Emperor. The presences within the dome were few, most of them watching a grand battle between two powerful individuals taking place but soon reaching its dramatic climax.
Sheev Palpatine, Emperor and Ruler of the Galaxy, stood in the center of the Observation Dome. He bore the visage of a disfigured old man, his deathly pale skin wrinkled with age and unnatural, dark degradation. Standing against him was Galen Marek, codenamed Starkiller, a young man wearing a light gray long sleeved hooded robe with a sleeveless dark brown leather wrapping around his forearms and torso, with a light blue lightsaber reverse gripped in his right hand.
Observing the conflict outside the dome were Senators Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, and Garm Bel Iblis, captured prisoners on the charge of treason. Alongside them was General Rahm Kota, Jedi Knight of the Fallen Republic, and now mentor of the warrior fighting against the Emperor.
The dark robed old man fired streams of violet lightning from his fingertips, but the other gracefully leaped right before swiftly closing the distance. The old man discharged more lightning, but he blocked the electricity via lightsaber and with a telekinetic shockwave, threw the old man off of his feet to midair. Before Palpatine dropped down, Galen closed in, and with a mighty thrust, blasted the Dark Lord of the Sith towards the dome's ceiling, his spine impacting the metal, with a powerful Force push before slamming him against the metal platform with telekinesis.
Afterwards, the pale old man turned over, his prone body revealing no signs of critical damage despite the abuse, and stared at the other, his sulfur eyes gazing into Galen's blue.
"You are destined to destroy me." The man stated with a voice old but with dark malicious energy, as the other only stared down at his prone form with eyes slowly burning with spite.
"Do it. Give in to your hatred."
After elder's taunt reached his ears, stoking his spite, Galen tightened his grip on his lightsaber ready to kill the Sith; before another hand was placed on his shoulder.
"He's beaten. Let it go…" Kota advised, wary of the dangers before him. Galen shook his head, his mind addled with killing intent.
"It's a trick! He's stronger than you know, and he deserves to die for what he did to me…" Galen rebuked with a dark threatening tone directed at the prone Sith.
"Maybe so…but if you strike him down in anger, you'll be right back to where you began." Kota argued back, not wanting Galen to return to being a slave of the dark side of the force.
Galen's eyes slowly closed, his breathing steadily calming as he felt his heartbeat echo in his ears from the tension…before exhaling his anger out in one last breath and extinguishing his lightsaber, deciding to spare the Emperor for now.
"Get Bail and the others out of here. I'll be right behind you." Galen said, wanting to stay and keep an eye on the Sith Lord. An advanced starship can be seen slowly descending through the glass windows allowing the view to the beauties of boundless space.
Seeing his dark temptation fail, Palpatine sprung to his feet and fired two streams of violet Force Lightning from his fingers at the old Jedi's back, refusing to let the Jedi have Galen on their side.
Galen quickly intercepted, blocking Palpatine's lightning with his hands and absorbed them with Tutaminis, the force art of energy absorption and redirection, but in doing so lit his nerves in searing pain, unlike anything he ever endured even under Vader. Absorbing Palpatine's lightning was akin to a star exploding in his body. While struggling in a deadlock, Galen turned his head to see the most famous Jedi Killer, Darth Vader, this time without his helmet, approaching them with a squadron of Stormtroopers entering the Observation Dome.
"Go! Hurry!" Galen shouted to the cuffed senators spectating from the sidelines, urging them to flee towards the ship.
"Protect the senators!" He shouted to Kota who rose back to his feet, and he nodded before taking off with the senators towards the docking bay.
Galen slowly inched closer with each pained step towards Palpatine while Stormtroopers ran past the battling force users to fire their blasters at Kota and the Senators. Seeing this, and how his hands are tied…Galen has no choice but to make the ultimate sacrifice, and give himself to the Force. His choice bestowed him with more power than he could ever achieve with the Dark Side, allowing Galen powered his way through Palpatine's force lightning and the growing pain.
"Noooooooooooooooooo!" Galen screamed with resolve as he grasped Palpatine's hands to block his lightning, and use the power he absorbed so far to set off a powerful radiant explosion so great, the blast radius even reached the Stormtroopers and launched them away, giving the others the chance to flee. Kota and the senators looked back, grimacing at the event, before resuming their efforts to flee the space station for their fallen friend.
After the explosion died, Galen's body was sprawled on the ground, his hand lifelessly laid on his chest and eyes closed as his soul left him. Vader walked to the epicenter of the explosion, seeing Starkiller's body on the ground. He gazing at his corpse while the emperor walked to Vader, seeing the body as well. The light from the nearest star shone upon Galen's body, painting a scene whereupon his noble sacrifice, the heaven called upon his soul to step into the light.
"He is dead." Vader said upon brief scrutiny of Galen's body.
"Yes, and he is now more powerful than ever." Palpatine replied with distaste in his tone, angry that a potential replacement of Darth Vader died and that the rebel leaders fled. Their conversation continued on with the two Sith lords preparing to hunt down the rebels, while the said rebels planned to start a revolution long overdue.
Meanwhile…
Galen's mind wandered through the void, drifting along with his spirit. He cannot see, he cannot hear, but through the Force, he can feel after it claimed him. His mind felt at peace, his soul slumbered undisturbed, yet…he felt drawn to an invisible force as if beckoning him. At first, he ignored it, but then the beckoning grew stronger, calling to him without end until he can no longer turn it away.
His spirit separated from the force and drifted across the colorless void towards the source as if he was a moth to a flame. After an unknown amount of time later, he finally arrived at the scene before his entire mind went white…then he felt a pulse of life coursing through his being.
"Push, push!"
Muffled cries reached the spirit's ears, before feeling an unseen force pushing him through a tunnel, his vision now blackened by darkness. Continuously hearing the repeated cries, followed by faint screams of a maiden in dire pain, he slowly opened his eyes only to close them back in a state of lethargy when overwhelming light attacked his vision.
Silence fell after as his consciousness drifted towards nothingness once again, tired for unknown reasons and so tired he cannot process his surroundings. Garbled cries of joy and other muffled voices reached his still dysfunctional ears, while his mind slowly went blank. Until Galen Marek finally slumbered deep within the mind of Jaune Arc.
*Hello, the author here. This is not my first time writing, but this is indeed the first time I wrote a fanfic. I always loved Starkiller, yet a number of fanfics regarding him are...less than adequate, so I decided to fix that by making one of my own. For those who read ahsoei's work One Punch DxD: Legacy, I was his co-writer on the later chapters. I decided to branch out and start writing my own. Also, for those who didn't read it, please go to him and do so if you're a One Punch Man fan. Please review my prologue fairly, and with constructive criticism. I might not be that well versed with the RWBY World as well as Star Wars, so any assistance will be appreciated, and I do not mind a co-writer as well. Thank you, and enjoy! :D