Title: A Stressful Vacation for Sith Warrior

Crossover: RWBY and Star Wars

Rating: T, just to be safe

Disclaimer: RWBY was created by Monty Oum and own by Rooster Teeth while Star Wars was created by George Lucas and own by Disney and EA.

Summary: After killing Darth Baras, an angry Sith Lord Ojare, upon Vette's suggestion, decided to take a vacation from his duty to the Empire including his crew for a while. Except his vacation took him to some planet filled with primitives and annoying pests that wouldn't stop bugging him!


Chapter 2: What a wonderful start

"Remember, I will call your communicator. So answer it and report to this very hangar here. If you're late, you will be punished. Also, don't call me unless you are dead. If you do and you're not dead, you WILL be punished. Now, good-bye." Ojare wasted no time, shutting the door, causing a ramp to retract as to prevent any of the crew members from getting on board. Ojare quickly ran to the cockpit, got on a pilot seat, and proceed to fly out of the hangar, leaving his crew behind.

As Ojare piloted his ship, he sighed and stared at the space, separated by a thin but durable glass. Now, he's alone on HIS ship and getting ready to start his very first vac-

"Master?" A synthetic voice could be heard; causing Ojare turned himself around with a lightsaber already in his hand to see a droid. An ugly droid that is standing in a doorway. What the Force? Ojare was, for a brief moment, surprised before changing his visible expression with anger.

"Who're you? What are you doing on MY ship? Answer quickly or die!" He threatened, feeling the power of the Dark Side flowing through his body. His lightsaber ignited with orange blade buzzing.

"M-Master! Wait! It's me! 2V-R8! Don't hurt me!" a now identified 2V-R8 pleading.

"…" Ojare glared at a blueish droid, not recognizing it. Seeing this, 2R-R8 frantically added, "I am a Seneschal-series factotum droid."

Ojare slowly drew out of his second lightsaber. Seeing the potential danger was about to become actual danger, 2R-R8 proceed to beg and added, "M-my lord! Please don't hurt me! I'm assigned to this ship to perform maintenance and upkeep, ranging from cleaning the fuel injector to folding your and your minions' clothes."

Ojare paused and narrowed his eyes at already annoying droid before stating, "I don't recall seeing you."

"That's because you ordered me to stay of your way when you stepped ont this ship for the very first time, master! Oh, dear! I've foolishly and unintentionally disobey your order!" At this and to Ojare's growing irritation, 2R-R8 proceeds to sob.

"SHUT UP, TRASH! You're annoying me!" Ojare roared with hostility, causing a droid to instantly stop. Growling, Ojare spoke, "Yes…I remember ordering that. But why you're bothering me?"

"T-to inform you." A blue droid meekly answered.

"Yes…?" Ojare hissed impatiently as if he is preparing to strike a droid down. Maybe he could cut it apart and eject it out of HIS ship.

"That Mistress Vette left this for you." 2R-R8 produced a blue bottle, causing Ojare to stare at it with suspicion.

"And this is…?"

"A fine bottle of Alderaan-"

"Don't care. Vette must've put something in. I remember her mentioned it." Ojare refused.

"But, master! I have analyzed it five times. No poison or harmful chemical detected." 2R-R8 reported, still holding a bottle. A droid continued, "It's a gift, I believe."

"Fine. I'm feeling thirsty anyway." Ojare turned off his lightsaber and put both of his lightsabers away before snatching a blue bottle out. "You better right, droid. Or you will be sold. Now, get out of my sight and resume your duties. I better not see a single speck of dust in MY room."

"Yes, master!" A blue droid saluted and walked backward as not to disrespect a Sith Warrior.

Ojare waited for 15 seconds before studying a blue bottle. It seems a bottle has no label on it.

"Very suspicious." Ojare muttered as he opened a bottle to take a sniff. His nose twitched in irritation as a scent of something too sweet attacked his sense of smell. By the Force! That imbecile scrap! This is no wine! This is just a cheap fizz-drink that most nightclubs served! And where did Vette grab it?

"It can't be Alderaan. It doesn't have nightclub, does it?" Ojare wondered before growling, "My throat feels dry now. Whatever." Without hesitation, a bald Sith Warrior chugged it before resuming piloting HIS ship. Now, where to go?

Unknown amount of time passed…

His sense of touch is tingling. What is this sensation? Why is he seeing nothing but darkness? Weakly moving, Ojare groaned as he felt his body being so heavy with his eyes closed. Again, his face felt a soft sensation and by judging the sound, his face is being tingled by a breeze. It took few seconds before Ojare to notice something's not right. Breeze? What?

Ojare's eyes snapped open to see a windshield. A broken windshield with bunch of trees in sight. What the Force? Suddenly alarmed, Ojare jolted up and hissed as his body ached in pain. Looking around, he could see that the cockpit is in state of mess and looking back at a windshield, there are few branches sticking in along with scattered leaves.

"What happened?" Ojare wondered. Feeling something in his throat, he coughed before growling as he attempted to focus the Force to strengthen his body. Still feeling weak, Ojare growled and concentrated harder, focusing on his most used negative emotion: anger. The channel of anger lasted couple seconds before he could move. As he slowly stood up, he checked to see if he has the lightsabers and to his relief, both are still attached and appeared to be undamaged.

Now to check the status of HIS ship, Ojare tried to turn on the machine. To his anger, the machine refused to respond. Emperor's armpit! Snarling, a bald Sith Warrior moved out of the cockpit to check on the rest of the ship and maybe, that stupid droid could tell him how the ship crashed and what planet. Fortunately for a Sith, the planet has breathable atmosphere for the human as an evidence of air flowing through the broken windshield. Though that didn't relieved Ojare's feeling as he found the poor state of engine.

"Kriffing trash!" Ojare swore as he has yet to find that annoying droid. Only one room to search: Broonmark's refresher. With reluctance, Ojare walked toward a door and opened it before angrily slamming it closed. That blasted droid is no good with the dried blood on body and some sort of tool sticking through its head. Just how in Emperor's anatomy did a tool (possibly of cleaning sort) managed to penetrate through a droid's head? What a useless trash!

Truly a beginning of vacation, Ojare darkly thought as he decided to check out the outside the ship. And so he did with him standing few feet away from the now visibly crashed Fury-class Interceptor ship. With its sides dented and missing some of the plating.

Ojare could not believe the extent of the damage HIS beloved ship suffered! His hands slowly clenched tighter, his teeth grind harder, his veins became more visible on his skin and eyes, and throat growled like an animal. Ojare lets out a wild roar, channeling his uncontrollable anger as he suddenly lit up both of his lightsabers and proceed to hack the ground. If someone, hopefully not any of his crew, were there, they would described Ojare as a mad man throwing a senseless tantrum.

Hacking, slashing, bashing, maiming, he does it all on a mere ground along with couple trees. On 12th tree, Ojare channeled more of his anger and with the aid of the Force; he forcibly lifted a thick, heavy tree out of the ground. He made a choking gesture with his hands as the hovering tree made groaning and crackling sound. He slammed his hands together, causing a tree to shatter in halves before dropping them and screamed at a clear, blue sky.

"RAAAAAARGH! YOU ALL WILL PAY WITH YOUR HEAD! ALL OF YOU!" Ojare waved his lightsabers like a madman, grieving over his beloved ship. His very first ship. The inconvenience that an imbecile droid caused along with that blasted fizz-drink. What did Vette put in that drink? There is no way that fizz-drink could cause him to black out. That stupid droid! Either it lied or the diagnosis tool malfunctioned. Vette will suffer, once he get off this unknown planet. Most of all, that stupid cheap holo-communicator! Ojare pulled out a broken communicator that is beyond of repair and slammed it down before stomping it.

Ojare lets out an angry hiss as his ears picked up the sound of growling behind him. Animal growling. Still holding his active lightsabers, Ojare turned around to see a group of seven black beasts with sort of white mask. Possibly the native predators, though they feel unnatural.

Regardless, Ojare snarled with his slightly yellowish teeth displayed toward a group of wolf-like beasts. Those beasts picked a bad time to interrupt his grieving. Positioned his lightsabers, Ojare channeled the Dark Side through aid of his anger before charging toward the white mask animals. The beasts responded by charging toward him with their teeth and claws.

Ojare, augmented by the Dark Side, leaped and landed directly on a first beast with right lightsaber digging through its shoulder while swiping a left lightsaber through a second beast, causing it to fell in halves. Pulling a right lightsaber out, Ojare cut off a third beast's arm of before taking its head off.

He took off running toward a fourth beast and swung his left lightsaber from bottom upward to slice it in halves. The fifth and sixth beasts snarled and leaped from two different sides. In response, Ojare used the Force to capture them in midair and smashed them together, grinding their head against each other. He dropped them and jumped in air to avoid a seventh's lunge from behind.

Landing on the surface, Ojare snarled as he used the Force on the last beast and with a flick, a beast flew toward him. Ojare ended it with thrust of both lightsabers in its abdomen. Just as he let a dead beast collapsed on the ground, Ojare look around to see no sign of slain beast and when he look at his feet, he noticed a seventh beast just dissipated into nothing. Worthless beasts, Ojare thought as he glared at where a 7th beast was lying at.

Suddenly, he heard more similar growling noise and Ojare found himself to be surrounded by more wolf-like beasts. More annoyances, Ojare growled mentally as he felt the Dark Side fueling him and unknown to him, the Dark Side is attracting the unnatural beasts. Without hesitation, Ojare lit up his lightsabers and charged.

Later…

"Just how many these disgusting beasts are there?" Ojare roared a question that went unanswered by the unnatural beasts whose number grew, much to his anger, as more and more wolf-like beasts appeared followed by some of bear things. The said bear things appeared to be slower than the wolf-like beasts.

A bald Sith Warrior hacked and slashed more unnatural beasts right and left. Front and behind. Up and down. For every beast down, three more appeared. More beasts for slaughter in Ojare's mind. But still, more and more beasts started popping from Emperor knows where!

"What a bleeding start! My vacation!" Ojare roared with rage as he cut off a white mask bear's head.

"That kriffing Twilek!" A wolf-like beast suffered a diagonal cut and died.

"That bloody whiner!" Another wolf-like beast got gored.

"That bleeding Jedi!" A bear beast along with 4 wolf beasts received a blunt force of Force Shockwave.

"That annoying tinker!" A different bear beast received multiple stabs from unmerciful orange lightsabers.

"That blood-crazed Talz!" Two wolf-like beasts slammed onto bone spikes of bear beast.

"Want more credits? HERE!" Ojare jammed his right lightsaber through a growling wolf beast's torso.

"Want to complain about MY ship? GO AHEAD!" Ojare kicked another wolf beast's abdomen before finishing it off with a stab.

"Want to suffer more pain? HAVE AT IT!" Ojare bashed the bottom of his left lightsaber against a bear beast's mask before slashing it apart.

"Jammed weapons? UNJAMMED IT!" Ojare let out another Force Shockwave before resuming hacking and slashing.

"Need more blood? TAKE IT! RRRRRRAAAARGH!" Ojare knocked a bear beast on its back before jumping on it and proceeds to stab it with his lightsabers in reverse grip. Over and over and over as he screamed, "DIE! DIE! DIE!"

The pace of his lightsabers has steadily slowed and eventually, de-activated as he stood up on a ground with no sign of slain beasts. They're so pathetic that they couldn't stay intact!

Heaving, Ojare look around before getting down on his left knee as he felt his anger slowly declined. His body shuddered as the flow of the Dark Side slowed down. His clothes of Dark Acolyte is ruined with his hood torn off, top being ripped and stained with his own blood, black pant tattered and dirtied, and black boots along with gray shin guard no longer shine. Beasts and their number were no match for his anger and lightsabers.

And then, Ojare noticed his shadow has gotten bigger. With the Force still flowing, a bald human barely dodged an attack from a large black snake with red eyes. It was joined by a large white snake with red eyes.

Snakes, but still followed the same characteristics that the wolf and bear beasts have. Only bigger, disgustingly unnatural annoyance. He hate annoyances! Growling in irritation, Ojare channeled the Dark Side through his body and screamed like a wild man on suicide mission, "DIE, FILTH!" He and a black snake lunged toward at each other.

Truly, a good start of bloody vacation it turned out to be.

Meanwhile...

Broonmark could be seen having a blast as he killed a 3rd group of Sand People on Tatooine. Though, it is little hot for him. What's this? He could see another group of people in white armor. Oh yeah, there are the Republic bases on Tatooine, Bronnmark remembered, nodding to himself. Well, blood is blood.