A/N: I would love to say that I had a great idea and the motivation to continue out and the skill to put it into action and the drive to finish it. But I'd be lying. This story died before it even started until the Patron Saint Of Motivation came and gave me a hello. I will tell you who it is eventually.

Disclaimers: I don't own Star Wars or My Hero Academia.

Warning: Mild OOC because the BnHA characters have memories from the past. Weird crap happened, now kriffing deal with it.

Chapter 1- Prisoner

Cold. So Cold.

A chilling feeling creeping through his veins.

Silently, he wondered if this was someone's Quirk.

He couldn't see. Or hear.

Nothing about his current predicament was revealed to him.

The most he could do was breathe.

Then, he began falling.

He could see something above him. A purplish light, a grey figure waving at him. Flipping over, he noticed a grey outline, and a white circle.

He fell into the grey, groaning loudly, his nerves jolting.

There was one thing off about this situation.

There was no pain. Only pressure.

He sat up, his entire body unnaturally stiff. His right forearm was vibrating slightly, so he looked at it. A pale blue screen popped up, showing a list, perhaps a schedule.

TK-421. You are expected to be at Detention Cell Block AA-23 at 1800 hours today. Thank you. We hope you enjoyed your break.

Looking at the dissolving screen, the grey walls got brighter all of a sudden, and he found himself turning around. This time, he faced a bluish-whitish blur, swirling hypnotically.

Then it all clicked.

You aren't in your dorm, or UA, or Japan, or Earth for that matter. It's highly doubtful you're even in this solar system.

The boy blanched, desperately trying to pull up memories.

Your name is Midoriya Izuku. You are fifteen years old, an aspiring hero training under All Might at UA High in Japan. But where are you now?

He began shivering, very cold. He noticed frost coming from his mouth, and looked back to his bed for a solution.

There was only the grey mattress. No linens. But there was a white helmet. Hoping for a remedy for the cold, he reached for the helmet and slid it over his head.

A huge digital clock showed up in his line of vision. 1723. He had approximately 37 Minutes to find a way to Detention Block AA-23, or else something would happen. He could feel it.

Adjusting the helmet, he leapt off the bed and tested put his movement, before jolting to a stop.

What about the others? What about my classmates? What about All Might? What about…

He gasped. One for All?!

Pulling on the Quirk, he collapsed in relief at feeling it rush through his veins, but he wouldn't be able to do anything in this apparel. Even so, in such an unfamiliar habitat, it's best he stay with what he's given.

Inhaling deeply, he waddled towards the door.

How am I supposed to move like this?

Grunting, he walked through the door and nearly ran over another white-clad man.

"Ah, I'm so sorry!" Izuku cried.

"Ah, no, don't apologize it's okay!" The man said cheerfully. "You a new recruit?"

"Uh," Izuku muttered. "I'm TK-421."

"Another TK, huh? What'd you do to get demoted?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Oh, my sincerest apologies!" The man fretted. "I'm sorry to have offended you!"

Surprised by the sudden change of mood, Midoriya brushed him off politely.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay, good. It can be pretty pressuring, with the galactic war and all."

Izuku blinked stupidly, before memories rampaged over him.

A war between the Galactic Empire and the Rebel Alliance. It has been going on for the past eighteen years, with glorious victories of the Empire and crushing defeats of the Alliance. We are all led by our illustrious leader, Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, who's ultimate goal is complete and utter peace.

Izuku stumbles, and the other man caught him.

"You good, trooper? I can take you to the medibay, if you aren't at your best."

"Ah, no it's fine. Just...the armor." Midoriya lied.

"Yeah, you'll get used to it after a while.

Izuku righted himself and looked at the other figure.

"Uh, my next shift is at Detention Block AA-23, but Im not are where that is—"

"Fear not, newbie! I will take you there! I happen to be on my break period, so I eve glad to escort ya!"

Izuku smiled. "That would be great!"

"Well, let's get there ASAP! We can talk on the way there!" And with that, the man strolled off, Izuku scrambling to catch up with him.

"The name's Ethan Vandergraff, what about you?"

"Izuku Midoriya," He stammered.

"Kay, where's your home planet?"

Izuku shut up.

"Uh…"

"Shy boy, aren't you? Don't worry, you don't have to answer anything you don't want to." Ethan smiled. "You can even ask me questions, I don't give a kriff."

Izuku took a breath and prepared himself. "Where are we?"

"Ooh, am I getting quizzed now? You're currently standing inside one of the most powerful battle stations in the universe. No, the most powerful battle station in the universe. You're aboard the Death Star, a moving moon capable of destroying entire planets!"

"E-e-entire…?!" Izuku whimpered.

"You're a Traditional Keepership, or a TK. You're basically a prison guard, sometimes you get to search Rebel ships that get tractor beamed. Today you're probably guarding a high-value prisoner, also known as an HVP. AA cell blocks are reserved for the fancy captives. You might actually enjoy the day!" He chuckled darkly.

"What's your job?" Izuku asked, curious and in need of information.

"Well, my trooper number is iS-33, I'm an Imperial Spy, but I'm telling the Rebels I'm a spy in the Imperial ranks. It's a weird double-double-cross, but I promise you, it's great!"

Before they knew it, he was opening the door to Cell Block AA-23.

There was a lady with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, wearing a white dress and staring at him like he was a piece of gum beneath her boot.

"What did Vader do this time, huh?" She asked quickly.

Izuku said nothing, just reading off his holo-list. "Princess Leia Organa, former member of the Imperial Senate, son of Bail Organa, Tyler of Alderaan." He said coolly.

"At your service," she said sarcastically.

"Great," Izuku said blandly. "I'll be guarding you today."

"Just you?" She asked innocently.

"No, I've got a group of troopers out there, armed with blasters. High security." He tapped his forearm.

"At least you have humor. I won't be bored today."

Something about that reminded him too much of Kacchan, and he didn't respond.

"Hey, Stormie, how's life outside this rock?"

Play it cool Izuku. From what Ethan said, you have no life outside of the Empire.

"Nonexistent." Izuku muttered.

"You're dead here, too," the princess snapped.

"You'll probably be dead before before I am, given your circumstances," Izuku said snarkily, beginning to see Kacchan's traits.

"We'll see about that." Leia snickered.

"Indeed." Izuku said quietly, opening up his holobook on the Empire.

"You can't even read normal books can you?"

"Nothing about you is normal, Princess." Izuku blurted.

"Uh, excuse me?" Leia yelled, sitting up angrily. "What did you say?!"

"For someone of royal descent, you have nearly no manners and an absolutely infuriating demeanor. You carry yourself like you're the greatest thing ever, yet you sit here in a jail cell with me. Sorry to burst your bubble, but you certainly don't act like a diplomat."

Leia took one look at Deku and the greenie knew he was I trouble.

Izuku felt so much lighter though. But, he felt like that wasn't a part of him, like a random personality within the universe.

"You kriffin—" Leia lunged for him, but on some kind of strange instinct, he took out his blaster and aimed for her head.

"Be lucky you're still alive." Izuku muttered, before putting the gun back in its holster and strolling towards the door. "I just wanted to have a civilized conversation. We can try again tomorrow."

Izuku waved as he exited, before sitting outside the door and mulling over what had just happened.

He had been rude to royalty and pointed a gun at her.

Kirishima would be so proud.