Dericof Diname: I'm glad you agree. So many stories that would have potential are kind of ruined because you can't even recognize the main character's personality. As for sequels, I might follow this up with a SW: TOR sequel, though I'm not completely sold on it. It will, however, have a parallel story,( meaning it is happening same universe, same time. Clone Jutsu FTW!) Orange Shinobi Chronicles, which is up, but I'm focused on this right now. I'm also planning a Mass Effect Sequel, with a Chrono Trigger parallel story. (It makes sense in context). And a Time Reset story after that, if public opinion demands it. However, I'm afraid doing TSL will seem forced at best, because it will be forced, so I'd rather not.

Blackholelord: His Empire? Naruto already has his own forces in reserve, though they might not be what you expect. The Sith Empire, Naruto has no interest in. He already accomplished all he wanted to with them. In fact, some might say that Malak's betrayal actually helped him...

AN: Looking back, i recognize that last chapter Naruto casually mentions considering gunning down wounded Republic soldiers. That came out wrong. What I meant to put was how doing so would free up resources that could go to saving lives of those that had a chance, as he is used to having limited supplies and having to make calls like that. It was meant to highlight his new, more pragmatic, mind set, not meant to portray him as a sociopath. I will go back and fix it when I have the time.

AN#2: I just realized this would be the tenth chapter. The scene with the Endar Spire was on the fifth. So, I have decided to try make it a kind of tradition, to have something epic every five chapters. As such, I bring you...

Shinobi Of the Old Republic

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

Carth and I turned in for the night, while T3 volunteered to stand guard.

Unfortunately, I tend to have nightmares as of late, so sleep is something I dread. But I force myself to anyway. The Forced Sleep genjutsu has so many uses.

Fortunately, it is not my normal nightmare, but it starts out the same way. It feels like there is something crushing my mind, gripping it, and trying to force it to submit. I ROAR in defiance, and throw my all into resisting. It gives far too easy, which is unusual. This is the part I dread...

It doesn't come. Instead, I am surrounded by men wearing armor and wielding blasters. I appear to be in a force cage. The men look to be mercenaries, that or thugs.

"Hey, Is it just me or does she look more... alert than usual?"

"Impossible. The neural disruptor should..."

She?

I look around. I am alone, just me and the thugs, none of which appear to be female. However, I sense their hostile intent directed towards me, but... It isn't bloodlust. It's like... I'm cattle. I have their contempt, but they want something from me. I lash out with the force, sending all of the gunmen flying into the wall, hard enough they will never get back up. In the process, I destroy the force cage holding me.

For some reason, that really drained me. Normally I can throw those around all day. Weird.

I walk out, noting that I'm wearing heels, which sadly I'm no stranger to (long story. Infiltration mission. Enough said.) and that whatever I'm wearing is really binding at the crotch, but for some reason "The Boys" aren't hurting...

I look down.

I note several things. "The Boys" are gone. I am wearing a bondage outfit. I have boobs. "The Boys" are gone. There is something around my neck that is smoking. "The Boys" are FUCKING gone. I am a chick.

I scream. I am apparently also an alto.

Fortunately, my experience with the Orioke allows me to recover more quickly than most men would. I rip off the smoking collar. A neural disruptor. I look In the reflection.

I'm Bastila.

I scream again.

That's when I feel it. It's like my mind is a thick comforter, pulled over a cat or dog, and the animal is trying to crawl out. Well, it would if the comforter was so thick it pinned said critter in place.

That 'squirming' feeling, I realize must be Bastila. I get it now. there has been a force bond ever since the Leviathan Incident. It was minor, but she's been trying to open it for the last couple of months, widening it. These slavers, for what else could they be, captured her, put the neural disruptor on her. She was too weak to resist. So, she did what anyone else would do, though she probably wasn't even aware she did. She called for help.

And the galaxy's #1 badass picked up.

And completely drowned her in baddassery in doing so.

So, I'm off to rescue the damsel in distress, while dressed like a hooker. Unfortunately, this wouldn't be the first time.

I walk over to the door. A blast door. Locked. I grin.

I form a Rasengan.

I love that jutsu. it unlocks blast doors, punches through walls, slays my enemies, and slices, dices, and makes julienne fries (Well, the wind variant does, at any rate.).

Unfortunately, Bastila's a wuss, so I can probably only make one more before she's out like a light. And there's about twenty thugs pointing blasters at me.

Fortunately, I don't need ninjutsu for this. I crack (Her) knuckles, and close the distance before they can blink , and I roundhouse kick one of the thugs in the face, stabbing him in the eye with my stiletto heel in the process.

And then I kick ass.

Five minutes later, I Rasengan my way out the main entrance, find my way to a secluded place, and pass out.

Then I wake up in The Apartment. It's morning already.

I sigh.

Ain't no rest for the wicked, i guess.