This story is less a Self Insert OC story and more a OC Self Insert Story, just a forewarning. This will be a challenge as I'm writing ground up, but luckily Star Wars and Mandalorian's in general are a passion of mine, so by comparison to my DxD stuff it won't be so nearly as fucked...I'm hoping.

So... I died, woke up in Star Wars as a Mandalorian from Clan Rook, they called me Artus, after Artus Lok. Can't be more Ironic since I had just completed the Bounty Hunter Class Storyline as Artus Lok's Champion in Star Wars The Old Republic Game when I kicked the bucket.

Clan Rook supported The Empire and sent Me to the Imperial Academy of Mandalore. Long Story short I received enough distinction to get sent to the Raithal, Corulag, Carida, Prefsbelt IV, Anaxes, and Arkanis Academies for a Semester each. I hated every minute of it.

Oh I was grateful for the Skills and knowledge that I picked up, as well the improved reflexes, greater stamina, and overall gladiators physique, but the propaganda was a fucking shit show, it drove me insane not being able to openly blow the shit up.

Eventually I got outta there, faked my death, and lived a free life of fucking with the Empire and being a general nuisance to all involved with those xenophobic fucks. My Ship was a modified Raider II-Class Corvette I stole and had previously modified when I returned to the Imperial Academy of Mandalore. I was pretty much a loner, had a mostly Droid Crew to help me. My number two was a familiar Astromech, by the name of T7-O1, little bastard had been in service for a hundred and fifty years before his power core rain out. After some restoration and upgrades, he was now my number two. I also got my hands on HK-47, don't ask me how, he just follows me around calling me Blood of the Master, and I hadn't displayed Force-Sensitivity at any point yet, so while it wasn't impossible, I had my doubts that I was Blood of Revan.

Now I couldn't continue using my name, Artus Rook had perished according to Imperial Records and died a Hero, posthumously receiving the Imperial Medallion of Service, Imperial Medal of Honor, and The Nova Star Medal of the Empire for his actions.

Rather than abandon my Heritage completely, I took a new name, one reflective of a Man I held in the highest regard among the Mandalorian Annuals of History; Cassus Fett, I became, Cassus Rook, and I was a Smuggler and Bounty Hunter of at current, small renown and notoriety.

As for me and what I was doing, well I was currently on the Imperial World of Alderaan, Specifically in the Juran mountains.

(Juran Mountains, Alderaan, Core Worlds)

I was up a high ridge in the Juran Mountains of Alderaan. Why you ask? Well because I got wind of a Secret Project within the Imperial Air Base just below me. I didn't know full details just that it was Force-Related if the Purge Troopers below me were any indication.

To make matters worse I made note of Two Inquisitor's TIE's. Fortunately that with the Purge Troopers shortened the list of which Inquisitor's were here considerably as not a lot of the more well-known Inquisitor's used Purge Troopers.

Unfortunately this also meant that there was no guarantee that one of the Inquisitor's TIE's didn't belong to an Inquisitor known not to use Purge Troopers. I could very well be on the verge passing off anybody from The Grand Inquisitor to Eighth Brother. That made at least Six at the minimum of Potential Inquisitor's I'd piss off in the next planetary rotation.

Mathematically I was incorrect, as some of you may be counting up another number or two, but bear in mind that The Second Sister was a known user of Purge Troopers. But I digress...

Tapping my comms I called upon T7.

''T7, I need you to tap Imperial communications, get me a list of recent arrivals too, I need to know if any Inquisitor's have arrived recently.'' I say.

''T7 = Glad to be of service. / T7 worried for Partner.'' Came T7's reply.

I still don't know why He attached himself to me, but I wasn't about to complain. He was the Yin to HK's Yang, he was The Ashla to HK's Bogan, as for me, I suppose you could consider me an adherent of The Bendu, or perhaps even a disciple of the Je'daii Code. Not that scrap of detached Horse Shit written in dried blood that Mace Windu hand tattooed onto his brain, but the original stuff.

Fuck the Jedi, Go The Je'daii, and fuck anybody who reckons its one and the same.

T7 worked tirelessly and it was just too sad not to be appreciative. I mean R2-D2 was one thing but he can't guilt trip you half as good as T7, I mean I woke up from a night of heavy drinking on Mandalorian Black Ale to find him guilt tripping me, half an hour later I sober up enough and find HK asking for lessons.

''T7 Imperial Logs Partner = Bad news. / T7 Logs = Inquisitor Central. / Imperial Records T7 Slicing = Grand Inquisitor Second Sister = Bad News.'' Came The Reply.

''Sithspawn!'' I curse quietly after switching the comms back into standby.

Alright this was a god damn shit show, Second Sister was one thing, Grand Inquisitor another. Luckily I had just the memory of reading about the Grand Inquisitor's backstory and had played Fallen Order well enough to know Trilla's shitty life twice over.

I didn't want to blow shit just yet, but I had limited options. Ugh, I'd probably be best having T7 send in a report of a Lightsaber wielder a good ways away, it'd likely leave me one Inquisitor instead of two.

It's official, I'm completely fucked.

I had T7 file a report of a Lightsaber wielder in the far side of where we were, and sure enough The Second Sister left, with most of her Purgies.

Anyway, there I was having planted Explosives on the Remaining TIE, gotten inside undetected, and Imagine the surprise that I got when I found a Holocron Collection on the Shelf.

Any way, there I was, packing it into a protective Phrik lined storage camtono when a Lightsaber coming to life caught my attention.

Turning around I was slightly relieved not to be faced with more than one Inquisitor...just the Grand Inquisitor.

''The Force blazes within you young Jedi, Who was your master?'' Asks The Pau'an.

''You won't believe it, but I have no Training, I mean I am descended from a Ancient Jedi who became one of the Mightiest Sith, but if anything I am a Je'daii adherent. Someone who found his attempts at greater knowledge stymied by an old woman past her prime probably doesn't know about the Original Jedi Code, even a Former Temple Guard such as yourself.'' I say as I Smirk at the Inquisitor's agitation.

''You are too young to have been there.'' Says The Grand Inquisitor.

''Am I also too young to know that Second Sister, Ninth Sister, Sixth Brother, and Tenth Brother were once known as Trilla Sundari, Bil Valen, Prosset Dibs, and Masana Tide Respectively? Every single one of them like you and Vader a Former Member Jedi. Tell me though were you present at the trial of Ahsoka Tano?'' I say.

The Grand Inquisitor's posture is noticeably more on edge.

''I was, I escorted the True culprit with Anakin Skywalker.'' Says The Grand Inquisitor carefully, whilst trying to not so subtly probe my mind. I simply let him see my own memories of that horror show of a Trial.

''Well then makes by my count at least one more Jedi Council Member I know yet lives among the known survivors of Yoda, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Eeth Koth, and Oppo Rancisis. Tell your Master's I know the locations of Obi-Wan and Yoda, but tell Vader this and only this; Padme truly didn't know Kenobi had stowed aboard her ship, tell him his wife died naming their children, and died before she could be told they were stillborn, and that one of the urns in Palpatine's office from Emperor Wrinkle Face's tenure as Chancellor contained the corpse of Darth Plagueis The Wise. Till Mustafar ash face!" I say as I drop a flash grenade down and escape after dropping a paint bomb as well as a sonic detonator.

I make it a short distance before I suddenly feel the need to duck.

Good thing too, as I missed a decapitation by Saber Throw.

Turning, I found the Grand Inquisitor radiating anger, since I notice bleeding from his ears, and wet paint on his uniform. Why do I always have to Stir shit up? Then blow it out of proportion by a hundred thousand points.

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HK, I blame you for this!

Turning to face an inquisitor was one thing, turning to face a paint covered Inquisitor would've been hilarious if it weren't so goddamn terrifying to boot!

Look's like this is the end for me...May not be from this universe, may not be a true Mando, but I'm certainly gonna die like one at least. As the Grand inquisitor rushes towards me and swings his Saber at me I raise my hands in the same position A.J Styles does to show the A.J Styles Logo on his gloves...

Cliffhanger, but here's the thing, I fucked up, Raider Class wasn't produced until way after when this takes place. So as this is fanfiction and I'm the writer, consider it just one of many current and future creative liberties being exercised.

Now this'll be a OCSI X Sabine Wren Story, and I may just throw in Ahsoka for extra dynamics and fun, but that's a major if.

Now then this Character is a Member of Clan Rook, who is a part of House Kast, Rook Kast technically is part of the latter, but I am exercising Creative Libs again to make her born in one, married into the other, the OCSI just happens to have been born before it was made official.

Whether or Is Blood of Revan as HK Claims will be determined later, till the next time folks!