Star Wars: A new Fate
A Star Wars x Fate Stay Night fanfiction
Author's note: all Star Wars movies start like this "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away" meaning that this is all WAY in the past, in a different galaxy, therefore my story will showcase this. I hope my modicum of knowledge of Star Wars will be enough to satiate the fans, also it may not be entirely canon as I will use legends as well, just FYI. Also I don't own neither Star Wars (disney) nor Fate/Stay Night.
Chapter 1: I am not in Fuyuki anymore
Hero… to be a hero.
Yes… that was Emiya Shirou's sole drive.
A desire and wish that many children have and as they grow older they discard it once they realize the cruelty of reality.
But Emiya Shirou was not like that.
He was someone who wished earnestly to be one.
"Rejoice Emiya Shirou, your wish is at hand"
"for your wish of salvation... is the same as damning someone, in order to save someone… a distinct evil must be present"
That is true… his desire to be a hero… would mean he would damn people… in order to save someone… it means asking for them to be in danger.
This was the crux he carried over this war.
Slowly… thanks to Saber and Rin he began to develop as a competent fighter and reach the 3rd rate magus… as it was all he could become due to being overly specialised in his magic.
A sword incarnation.
His origin and element, both warped during that fire due to the Holy object in him.
But he got even more from the one who wanted to kill him…
Servant Archer… who was the (possible) future of his actions.
A broken disillusioned man who became a hero and was betrayed by the beautiful ideals he held.
"I should never had become a hero"
He knew what awaited Shirou in the end.
An endless task serving as cleanup… a "final solution" when all else has failed.
Counter Guardian.
And so they fought, ideal against ideas, fantasy against reality.
In the end, it was Shirou's ideals who won against EMIYA's reality.
"The friction between reality and your ideals will break you one day"
And so the young magus armed with nothing but the sole magic he held went to fight against the world's first hero-king.
A golden figure, a man of gold, he was the first king of the world and the strongest servant, possessing any and all Noble Phantasms as they were originally once his treasures.
The hero-king Gilgamesh of Uruk.
He was the strongest of servants… the first hero in all history.
"Here I come, King of Heroes! Do you have enough weapons at your disposal?!"
With that he rushed in.
"Insolent faker! There is a limit to your arrogance!"
And so he shot out his blades from his treasury.
Magnificent and peerless… blades that only a hero or even a king would be worthy of.
Shirou had no desire to excel, nor he had any pride… which was perfect for his magecraft.
His magecraft both recorded every single aspect of any (simple) weapon and defensive armament as well (albeit at a reduced efficiency and higher cost) and reproduced it perfectly at the loss of a rank. This was not only in the shape and form but even power and history.
He would, effectively, use the Noble Phantasm as if he were the hero himself.
He was using a hero's own power and legend, reproduced with the weapon.
Blades shoot out and strike each other, a cacophony of blades and steel.
Gilgamesh, while powerful, was not a warrior… he never had any use to learn how to use his weapons and thus used them as ranged weapons.
That was his failing…
As soon as he realized this he decided to pull it.
"As if I'd let you do that!" Shirou yelled.
With a quick dash he closed the distance and slashed his arm holding an anti-world Noble Phantasm.
Ea, the sword that renders the heavens and the earth, a single swing at full power would destroy the planet.
Then... It happened.
A hole on Gilgamesh's arm formed, threatening to swallow him.
"Idiot! Does it not know that a fellow Heroic Spirit cannot serve as its vessel! Does it not know that?!"
The hole further opened up and threatened to swallow him.
He used Enkidu and wrapped it on Shirou's arm.
"If you wanna go, go on your own," Shirou said.
"Go, what nonsense? Stay there until I make it up to you and kill you" Gilgamesh said
"hey… if you want to survive jump to the left... NOW"
Shirou, who was empty physically and from Prana just fell to the left avoiding a dirk that lodged itself on Gilgamesh's head.
"You...bastard…. ARCHER!" Gilgamesh yelled as he was pulled into the void.
But then, it happened… Enkidou pulled Shirou in as well and pulled him into the void.
The war ended, and the sole winner was the underdog magus.
And so the Grail did as it was intended to do.
It granted his wish.
However, the way he was now, his wish would be impossible. He wanted to be a hero, yet he did not desire to end as his future self.
A broken cynical man.
And so the Grail used its power to make it so the winner received his miracle, first he must return to childhood, all his circuits reset, yet his memories and experiences left intact.
The second part of this would be to send the boy to a world where heroes are needed and where both Gaia and Alaya were non-existent.
It had found a suitable place for him.
A young woman smiled amidst the sludge.
"*... he really is like you… perhaps… he will be able to carry your dream"
The woman with red eyes, silver hair and pale complexion was then swallowed back by the muck.
And so Rin and Saber were left to see the fallout of the fight.
"Shirou...kun?" Rin said in shock, she couldn't believe it… that stupid, idiot… obsessively nice… cute…
He was gone.
Elsewhere
"Hey… you okay? How did you get here!?" A voice near him said, it sounded female and old
He closed his eyes, too tired from his battle.
2 days later
The red haired youth opened his eyes, he was bandaged and in a medical bed, a mechanical contraption.
"The unknown human male has recuperated madam Jocasta" the machine said.
Emiya Shirou groaned as he started to get his bearings back, "Where… where am I? What happened to Gilgamesh? I don't-" Shirou rambled as he felt thirst.
"Here, drink up, I am sorry but I do not have much to offer and time is running out" she said as she gave me a glass of water and begun arranging stuff, she looked in a hurry and was worried
"I hope you have recuperated enough, if you could, would you help this old lady with these holocrons?" She asked.
Shirou had no idea what a holocron was, but simply grabbed the same cube like things she had.
"Excuse me, since my clothes are all damaged, would you mind if I take these?" He said as he pulled a set of robes.
Her eyes widened but relented… What use would those do once this place was destroyed? Better for them to be put to good use.
"Grab what you need, child" Jocasta said.
Shirou dressed up and found many cylindrical objects and a few shiny stones and took them. They seemed important as they were inside cases, the stones had colors of the rainbow each one a different color, a few were of translucent color.
After it was all loaded up Jocasta tensed, Shirou did too, he felt something was off…
A door flew off its hinges. A man, tall and dressed in all black armor entered, a blade made of red energy spring to life.
"I see… you made it here" she said as she grabbed a weapon and shot a powerful blue beam, throwing the man away violently as he tried to parry it with that blade.
The dark armored man was powerful, he could feel the instensity of his strenght, in a way he reminded him of Berseker, however this man had a calm fury and anger in contrast to Berserker's open anger and hostility.
Shirou did not think twice, he rushed towards the man in black.
"Boy! NO! RUN!" Jocasta yelled.
Without thought on the secrecy of magecraft he rushed in.
"Trace… ON!" Shirou yelled.
The married twin swords representing Yin and Yang, Kanshou and Bakuya sprung to life.
"Your bravery is commendable...but it is foolish, child." the man in black said as he used his blade to slice the metal ones off.
However his blade of red light met resistance and was taken back, as the red haired boy pushed him back.
"Impressive." the man said.
The boy, then, threw his blades at him.
They flew behind him, yet the same blade were back in his hands, he was sure that the boy threw them.
The sound of buzzing blades.
The man in black jumped out of the way as Shirou threw the blades again.
Only this time, the man in black stretched his hands out and stopped the blades in mid air.
However, the blades had a… weight that pressed against him, against his control over the force. He concentrated even harder, else they would severely harm him.
A child not even of age.
Then, as the blades appeared from nowhere, now so did a black bow on the boy's hands.
"My core is twisted in madness" Shirou intoned.
A large twisted nail was on the bow.
"Soar… caladbolg!"
The weapon was launched at improbable speed from a ancient weapon that used no technology, it was a simple bow... yet how...
how was the projectile launched going so fast as to destroy anything around it?
The man in black yelled as he was violently ejected and made a hole in the wall, all around were the shredded remains of anything else in the path of the projectile that Shirou had used.
Jocasta then pulled Shirou and carried him, as he began to convulse, as if he was being shocked by electricity. She took him to a vehicle waiting in a hangar.
They took off.
Deep inside the library
Lord Vader pulled himself, his armor was badly damaged, his left arm was destroyed as well as his right leg. circuits from his breathing apparatus where flaring all over.
He groaned as he willed himself up, it was getting hard to breath, whatever that boy had done, it had seriously damaged him, even if he managed to mitigate most of the power of that attack with the force. However that projectile had somehow shreaded the force that he willed to push it away. It was as if a hurracaine had hit him, a hureacaine with blades, like a blender.
"Most impressive.' Vader said as a stormtrooper came to assist him.
He was annoyed, angry even, but now he had a new target for his anger.
He tried to get any images of the boy, to out a bounty on him, however, there were no cameras inside the library.
Vader was taken to heal and repair his components that had been damaged.
Chapter end