Hello! This first chapter has been gathering dust for ages, next chapter will be the new me! :)

'Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.' Peters Spider-Scene warned him as his body began to crumble to dust. "Mr. Stark?" He said as he stumbled towards Tony Stark, his mentor, teacher and father-figure. "I don't feel so good." He didn't know what happened next as the one who had come to raise him as his own son embraced Peter's fading body. "You did good kid…"

Blackness…

Peter Parker woke up with a start. His head ached like hell and he was extremely hot, his mask covering his face. Peter willed the mask to come down and it felt like sand falling off his face. "Hey Karen." He said, speaking to the AI in the suit.

"Yes Peter?" She asked.

"Where are we? And does the Iron Spider need any maintenance or charging?" Peter asked the AI.

"We are on a forign planet sir." Karen answered. "And no, the suit is fine." Wait. Afrign planet!? How was he going to get back to the others? Ned? Aunt May? Mr. Stark… "Peter? Are you okay?" The AI asked, sensing his destress via heart rate.

"I'm fine Karen…" Peter said as he sat up to take in his surroundings. "But being on my own, having no idea who turned to dust…" He paused and stood up fully. Gosh he needed water. "Where's the nearest water source?"

"Go to the foot of the cliff and dig three feet down and you'll find a freshwater stream." Karen replied. Peter did so using the spider legs built into the suit. Apparently the Iron Spider had water storage in case he went on long trips without water to keep his body hydrated. God, Stark was a genius.

"Hey Karen. This suit can turn into regular clothes right?" Peter questioned his AI friend.

"Yes. If you would like, I can manipulate it to look like that of the natives." Peter thought about it and nodded.

"Yah, let's go with that." Peter replied. He was suddenly wearing a pair of boots, heavy trousers that were slightly baggy and had a thick utility belt from his left shoulder to his right hip. There was also a necklace that seemed to be made of thin rope and teeth of some sort. The suit also provided an earpiece that was barely visible so Karen could speak to him. Using his spider attributes, Peter scaled the cliffside back to where he was before to get a better look at the new place. He saw smoke start to rise a few miles away as the sun started to set and told Karn to zoom in on the location. An eyepiece came out of nowhere and Peter saw what looked like a village of humanoids. They had no hair, but possessed two thick tentacle-like body parts on their heads that replaced it. Their skin tone varied from oranges, greens, reds and blues. Peter also notices they all had pointed teeth that looked very sharp and strange looking ears. The eyepiece was retracted and Peter began to head toward the small village to get a better look and maybe meet the natives. 'Hide, hide, hide, hide, hide!' Peters Spider-sense suddenly yelled at him. He took a sharp right and slid into a small cave just as a fleet of very large ships entered the atmosphere. "Karen, what are on those things!?" Peter said urgently to the AI.

"My scanners indicate 1025 droids. 1000 of them are designed for battle, 20 for maintenance and 5 analytics and tacticians." Karen replied.

"Switch the Iron-Spider to camouflage." Peter ordered. The suit reverted back to its original form and turned to a beige to match the sandstone. He watched as several ships were piloted out of the cruisers and offloaded hundreds of battle droids. Anger started to boil within him as the droids shot down those who fought and apprehended the rest. Peter decided to get closer and see what he could do to help the natives.

Earlier:

Meanwhile, Anakin Skywalker was pacing in his room in the Jedi Temple. Padme and Ahsoka had been put into the hospital due to the Blue Shadow Virus and for all he knew their lives could be on the line, not to mention Rex and his brothers. A little warning bell went off in Anakin's head before a splitting headache hit him. Anakin, being hypersensitive to the force, took the blow much harder than any of the other Jedi. This would have felt like a strong rush of wind to anyone else who noticed. But for him, it was a hurricane. The strange thing was, the force wasn't warning him of danger, but something big. Something that could easily become danger. The pain of the headache was almost excruciating. It was like a ringing in his ears. Once he was recovered enough to walk, he headed straight to the council chambers. A few of the Jedi Masters were already there.

"We still don't have any leads as to what caused this surge in the force." Mace Windu said, only the council and Anakin in the room now. "Skywalker. The surge seemed to have a lasting effect on you. Did you glean anything at all from this?" At the words of the Master of the Council, Anakin spoke. He hadn't done so since entering the room, still thinking of what the force had told him. "... I did feel something." He said, a few of the masters leaned forward in their chairs. "It was like the force was telling me something very big was happening, that wasn't currently a threat, but could very well become one." The council agreed to keep this new development in the force a secret. Because if the Jedi could feel that strong ripple in the force, so could the Sith.

Meanwhile in Chancellor Palpatine's office, The master and apprentice were discussing what they had felt. For the sith and the dark side of the force, it told them that there was a chance at unprecedented power that this galaxy has never seen. "Hunt this opportunity down, Tyranus." Sidious ordered his apprentice. "This must not be an opportunity for the Jedi."

"Yes Lord Sidious." His apprentice answered and obeyed. A sinister smile fell on the dark lords lips, he was pleased.

Present time:

After a few minutes of observation, Peter managed to spot the leader of the alien race and noticed he was taken to a cell in a complex, rather than with the rest of his people, who were surrounded and had guns trained on them. Peter constructed a plan in his head:

Bust the leader out of jail and figure the rest out with him.

Yes, it was a one-step plan, but it was the best he had, knowing the native leader would know more about his home terrain, enemies etc. Peter kept his camouflage activated as he snuck past the guards. If he stayed in place, he became completely invisible and the suit kept him from being detected by thermal cameras. He stuck to the ceiling as he climbed toward his destination. The orange-skinned alien was being guarded by only one droid, easy. Peter's spider legs quickly snapped off the droid's head and caught it before it hit the ground, then quietly put it down.

"Alright, what do we have here?" Peter muttered to himself as he soundlessly dropped from the ceiling and faced the panel. Karen told him which buttons to press and the door slid open, letting the leading-figure out of the cell. Once he left, Peter closed the door and kept watch as the man put on his gear and primed his guns. "How do you suggest we free your people?" Peter asked.

"There's a cannon to the west, that's the only thing keeping my people there. Once we take that out and deactivate the manacles, they can do the rest."

"Good to know. I'll take the cannon, you would probably have an easier time leading your people on ground." Peter agreed.

"Here, take this." The orange skinned alien said and tossed him a bracer of some sort. "Contact me when the cannon is out." He said and Peter went on his way with a nod. The plan was set into action and Karen described the functions of the communicator. The cannon was taken out and Peter pressed one of the buttons. "

"The cannon is out of commission!" Peter said through the communicator. As he dashed back toward the camp, Peter heard the leader thank him and blaster fire over the comlink. "Everything good over there?" Peter asked his ally as he took out one of the tanks.

Yes. Once we're done, meet us at these coordinates." He replied and sent him the location.

"Got it. Good hunting!" Peter said as he received the coordinates.

"Good hunting." And they discontinued contact. Peter finished off the perimeter defences later than the rest and started heading to the camp, away from the enemy outpost. It was dark by the time he saw the camp, but thanks to the Iron Spiders night vision, Peter could see fine.

Cham Syndulla was honestly thankful for the young warriors help and felt slightly guilty leaving the boy to finish off the outer defences on his own. The rebel leader was currently waiting at the front entrance to the base for his strange ally when he heard a commotion. Cham quickly headed toward the disturbance and immediately knew what was happening.

"Hold your fire!" He shouted just as they were about to shoot. The camouflaged boy then quickly reached the gates.

"Who is this?" One of Cham's followers asked.

"He's the reason we're all here right now." Cham replied. After a bit of further explanation, the two got to know each other further. "May I ask. What is your name?" Cham asked.

"I'd rather keep my identity confidential for now, if it's all the same to you." The boy replied. "But for now, just call me Spiderman." Cham nodded, understanding his secrecy.

As Peter was studying a holomap of the planet, he noticed Syndulla leave with a few of his comrades to go on patrol the next morning. Peter was currently studying the capitol planet of Coruscant, described as a city-planet, under jurisdiction of the galactic senate and Chancellor Palpatine. He had already gone over Naboo and Rodia as well when he heard Syndulla return with a few other people. When Peter laid eyes on a dark-skinned robed man, his spider sense tingled in anticipation.

When Mace Windu entered Syndullas base alongside the remainder of his men, a little bell went off in the back of his head, telling him to stay alert. Not for danger, but rather for an opportunity.

"I hope you do not mind." Cham said as he motioned to the dancers. "It serves as a distraction for what my people have been through." After a bit, Mace was taken to a room in the back and spoke.

"How do you propose we convince your senator to agree to your help?" Mace asked.

"I'm not sure." Cham replied honestly. "But before that, I would like you to meet someone. Spiderman?"

"Hm?" A voice replied in a questioning tone as the air seemed to ripple before Mace's eyes in the shape of a man.

"I never questioned it before. But can you take down your camouflage?" Cham asked the rippling air.

"Oh, sure!" The voice replied and there was suddenly a humanoid figure covered in metallic scales of blue, red and gold with black and whiteeyes. It appeared young, though Mace could tell through the force that the boy had been through a lot. "Do you need something?" He asked curiously, so Cham spoke.

"I believe you could be of some help freeing my planet. Are you opposed to joining us?" Teh Twi'lek asked.

"Oh! Not at all." The boy replied. "What do you need done?" He asked. Mace was surprised as to how willingly the metallin-scaled boy was able to jump into battle, so the Jedi master spoke.

"You've been in battle before kid?" Mace said and suddenly the boy turned solemn.

"Yah." He said sadly, though everyone who was listening could tell he was trying to sound fine. "I don't think I'll be seeing the rest of my team again anytime soon." That sentence told Mace and Cham all they needed to know and the trio switched subjects. They got in contact with a few Jedi, the chancellor and the senator of Ryloth. Spiderman stayed quiet for the whole time, but mace could tell he was listening intently.

It had been a few minutes and Peter Parker was getting tired of the bickering between the senator and the rebel leader, Syndulla. Peter decided to give the two groups sixty more seconds to try and resolve their conflict before he intervenes.