AN: Here we go guys! This concept has been running through my head for literal years now, ideas constantly spinning round and round. It's only recently that I've been able to pluck my courage into actually writing stuff. I hope you guys will enjoy this story as much as I do writing it!

Crossover between: R.W.B.Y and Star Wars

Characters (Star Wars): Hadrian Kallig (Darth Nox), Samael Hord (Lord Wrath), Agetol Thrawn (Cipher 9), Ike Hunter (Scree)

Characters (R.W.B.Y): Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladona, Weiss Schnee, Jaune Arc (Darth Animus), Whitley Schnee (Darth Starkiller), Penny

Summary: What happens when you have an infamous Jedi Killer, a man insane enough to have a mental asylum dedicated to himself, a Mandalorian that doesn't take anything seriously, and a spy unhealthily patriotic to his species, land on a world where it's people are able to create swords that turn into guns, but can't fly into space? Murder and mayhem (and maybe a little love) await them all. Will they be up for the challenge?

Chapter 1: Warrior's Intro To Remnant, Part I

Jacques Schnee was not a happy man. Bad enough that he had to leave Atlas to settle matters in Vale, but to exit a building out the back because of the protests going on in front of the hotel, and the police were too busy to disperse it, AND his personal security force had been confined to the manor because of a White Fang attack?

That was just adding insult to injury. To make matters worse, his son had been changing, and not in the way he desired. His servants had told him that lately, Whitley had been getting much more aggressive as of late, even going as far as to brutalize one of the members of his security force after they were caught abusing one of the workers in the mines.

As Jacques began to walk out of the alley, a man in blood red armor and respirator mask came out of nowhere. Jacques flinched back. The man was huge, towering at 6 ½ ft and dwarfing the businessman, with tan skin and glowing orange eyes. The man came up to Jacques, saying something in an unintelligible language. Jacques held his hands out as if to ward off the mysterious man. "Stay back!" he warned. The man froze, not moving for a few moments, before brutally headbutting the businessman. The last thing Jacques thought was how funny it was that this man had the Schnee's trademark silver hair.

Earlier

Samael Hord shook his head, disoriented. The last thing he remembered was that he was hunting a group of powerful Jedi with Hadrian, Agetol, and Ike. He slowly got up, putting his hand against the wall to steady himself, before seeing his reflection in the water and freezing. Instead of the visage of a 24 year old man, hardened by war, the reflection of a 17 year old teenager greeted him.

"Hadrian, if this is your idea of a prank, I will annihilate you." Samael thought, unamused at this turn of events. He spotted a man coming out of the building. Samael quickly started to walk towards the man. Samael wasn't as good as Hadrian when it came to reading minds, but he was good enough to learn the language and see what kind of world he had ended up in. As he walked to the man and reached out with the Force, he saw far more than he would have liked.

A young boy was desperately trying to fight off the arm that was choking him. The man's anger was almost overwhelming. How dare this brat dare disrespect him?! He started to utter the words.

"For it is in passing that you understand your hubris. Through this, you become a paragon of dishonor and condemnation for all to see. Finite at distance and bound to death, I bind your soul to me."

The boy screamed.

Before he knew it, Samael had headbutted the man in the face. As his vision cleared, the urge to just cut down the bastard in front of him with his lightsaber was extremely strong. If there was one thing Samael hated more than the Jedi, it was those that would hurt their families. Unfortunately, the Force was warning him rather strongly that Jacques Schnee would play a large part in the future to come.

However, the Force has warned him not to kill the man. It didn't say anything about robbing him blind. With a smile on his face, Samael took Jacques's wallet.

"I have a feeling that I will need this far more than you do." Samael stated, before dragging Jacques's body behind a dumpster. After hastily wiping Jacque's mind of their meeting, Samael headed to what Jacques had described as an ATM.

Jacques's wallet didn't have a great deal of credits (Lien, his mind replied. This was a new world, after all, one without the influence of the Republic or the Empire), but it did have a few cards, and with a quick withdrawal, those were more than enough to buy Samael whatever he needed. The first priority was a Scroll, a datapad of some kind that could also act as a communicator. He walked into the nearby electronics store and, upon realizing how many eyes were on him due to his armor, wished he had some other clothes with him besides his armor (The next on the priority list, perhaps?) A manager came by to help him.

"Oh my, it's a pleasure to have a Huntsman coming through here! Please, if you need any help, let me know!"

Hmm. Huntsmen. Licensed elite warriors dedicated to slaying the "Grimm" creatures that were plaguing this world. Perhaps it was his armor that fooled the man. Well, Samael wasn't going to bother correcting that, it might come in useful.

"Why, yes, I do require some help. See, I'm afraid that due to an unfortunate accident, I've lost all my clothing besides this armor I'm wearing, as well as my Scroll. If you could point me towards your latest model and a place where I can stash this armor safely, I would be most grateful."

The manager nodded.

"Alright, across the street is Richard's Athletic Cargo. They've recently started making their own lockers and selling them, one model's even got rockets for quick deployment, available only to Huntsmen and Huntresses."

Samael was a bit floored by that. "Rockets? For a simple locker?"

The manager nodded. "You never know when you might need it!"

Samael nodded. He could see the wisdom in that. The manager then pointed him towards Aisle 13. "We got some new stock, pretty durable, and some new features to help our local Huntsmen. Along with the usual features of a Scroll, they're able to gauge our user's Aura and depict it as a life bar, along with those of their teammates. We were actually able to sell quite a few of them to Beacon Academy before the start of the semester, believe it or not."

Samael nodded. The Aura thing was something he'd have to sort out, but this would work. "You have been most helpful. Thank you."

At the check out, the cashier asked Samael a few standard questions, before landing on the big one he didn't exactly want to answer.

"One last thing, sir. Could I possibly see your Huntsman License? Standard procedure for equipment like this."

Hrk.

Quickly taking note of his surroundings and realizing that no one was close enough to see what he was going to do, Samael waved his hand at the cashier.

"You have seen my Huntsman License. Everything is in order."

The cashier nodded back, their back suddenly straightened. "I have seen your Huntsman License. Everything is in order." The cashier bagged up the Scroll. "Thank you for your purchase, sir. Have a good rest of the day."

"You too." Samael replied back.

The same procedure was done with the rocket locker. The next two things on the priority list was finding a place to stay the night (or next few nights, who knows). Samael used Jacques's memories to find his recommended living space, the Empire Hotel. After accidentally terrifying the receptionist with his armored visage, Samael was able to get a room in the hotel on the 49th floor. The last thing on the list for a change of clothes. Using Jacques's knowledge once more, Samael headed to Vale's branch of Ponsberrys, a high end clothing store chain. This time, he made sure to call ahead and let the store know about the situation. Samael walked out of the store with a few bags of clothing, heading to his hotel. He was eager to get out of this damn armor.

After showering and a quick meal, courtesy of the hotel's room service, Samael took a moment to admire himself in the mirror. In place of his armor, he had adopted a maroon silk shirt, black formal vest, bright red blazer, black formal pants, black gloves, and red formal shoes.

Not bad, Samael thought. Now, with his basic priorities taken care of, he took a moment to relax and ponder his situation.

He had ended up in a different world, in a galaxy where no one had yet invented space travel, much less a hyperdrive. The world was surrounded by monstrous Sithspawn known as the Grimm, and the only people who could cull them were elite warriors known as Huntsmen and Huntresses. He was separated from the rest of his team, and he had no plan for what to do next.

Samael sighed, leaning back into the chair. He tapped his finger on the seat repeatedly, before getting up.

"I need a drink." Samael stated. Suddenly, the Force pulsed, pointing towards...

Samael turned, seeing a club.

"Interesting."

After a taxi ride (in which Samael was debating whether or not renting/purchasing a car would be a good idea, as he still had a fair bit of Jacques's money on hand.), Samael stood in front of the club that the Force had been pointing him towards. It didn't have any distinguishing name, but Samael could feel the presence of many in the building. As he walked down the Club's steps, Samael was greeted by dazzling white and red lights. Shaking his head at the mild disorientation, Samael went up to the bar. There, he noticed a ginger haired man in a tophat, along with a bearded man and armed twins.

"What can I get for you?" the bartender asked.

Samael waved noncommitedly. "The strongest you've got."

The bartender nodded, giving Samael some kind of vodka. As Samael sipped his drink, taking note of the various criminal activities that seemed to be going on behind the club's doors, a presence made itself known by slamming their hands on the table.

"A Strawberry Sunrise for me, please. No ice."

The first thing that immediately stuck out to Samael was the color of the girl's eyes. A deep lavender, almost like the ones Vette had.

(A sadness filled him with that thought, of missed chances and regretful acceptance.)

The second thing that stuck out to Samael when he first saw the girl next to him was that the little pulse in the Force that had bought him into the club was tied to the girl's presence.

The bearded man next to Samael looked at the girl next to him. "Aren't you a little too young to be at this club, blondie?"

The girl smirked. "Aren't you a little young to be called Junior?" she asked.

Junior smirked back. "So, you know who I am. Got a name, sweetheart?"

Samael wasn't in the mood to deal with this. He was about to get up, when something rather surprising happened.

"Yes, Junior, but instead of sweetheart, you can go ahead and call me SIR!" the girl exclaimed, before grabbing Junior by the testicles and started to crush them.

Samael shook his head. Wonderful. Reckless vigilantism from a teenager. Samael quickly began to think. This "Junior" seemed to have connections, and Samael needed connections in this brave new world he was in.

With that thought, he grabbed the girl's arm, twisting it to let go of Junior.

"Excuse me miss, but where I'm from, it is rather rude to try and crush a man's pride without rhyme or reason."

The girl smirked. "Wow, you've got a real handsome face. Shame I have to break it."

She then tried to throw a hook punch to Samael's face. Samael was able to grab the fist just in time before a gust of fire spouted out of the gauntlet.

A smile started to form on Samael's lips. This was just what he needed. A proper fight. No high stakes, no conflicting ideals. Just two people wanting to crush each other with their fists. He turned to Junior.

"You owe me for this, friend. As for you..."

And with that, Samael turned and threw the girl out of the Club. The door shattered, and Samael leaped up to meet his new challenger.

AN: And with that, Chapter 1 is done! I went through a ton of revisions for it over the past few months, and ended up with this one. I feel like it could use some more, but at this point, I just want to push it out and see the general reaction to it.

Next Chapter: The Inquisitor's Intro To Remnant