{A/N: Miguel in this looks like a young Keanu Reeves. Just sayin that he immediately came to mind.}

:"RECORDING/HOLO TRANSMISSION":

:AI:

"TALKING"

'THINKING'

'Reference'

$"ALIEN SPEAK"$

$NORMAL TALKING WITH EXTRA S$


4099 ABMV, Coruscant, Alchemax...

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

*CRASH, KA-BOOOOM!*

An extremely burnt Spider-Man costume is on Miguel's body as he faceplants on the Virtual Unreality Lab's cold hard floor. After being spit out the time portal that collapsed onto itself.

"SHOCKING TIME TRAVEL!" Screaming in frustration, he gets up, and limps out of the Lab, through the way he came in. On the outside of the building, he curses like a 'pilot', while shooting a web line out of the top of his wrist.

Making his way home painfully, he faceplants on the side of the sleek apartment complex.

"Ugghhhhh..." Groaning, Miguel slowly climbs up the wall with the talons in the tips of his fingers. Climbing through the window, he checks the time.

10:23 post morning.

"Okay, just gotta eat something." O'Hara groans as he opens his fridge, and starts cleaning it out. He scarfs anything and everything he can down his throat and into his stomach.

Miguel stands and takes off his burned Unstable molecule shirt, collapsing onto his bed and immediately passing out.


4099 ABMV, 10:00 AM, Coruscant, Nueva York...

The tint to Miguel's room windows goes away, causing O'Hara to bolt upward, covering his eyes.

"SHOCK! Lyla! Turn down the light!"

A yellow hologram of a beautiful woman in a pale white dress appears. :No can do Miguel. You have slept for; eleven hours and twenty minutes. You must get out of bed before I can turn up the window shade.:

Miguel grumbles as he gets off of his bed. Picking up his black and blackened red costume shirt. Sniffing the old sweat and smoke coming from it.

Gagging a little from the heightened smell, he throws it into his laundry can.

"Lyla."

:Yes Miguel?:

"Note that unstable molecules can withstand electrified lightsaber strikes." He notes as he rubs his lightly bruised shoulder.


4099 ABMV, 9:30 AM, Coruscant, Jedi Temple...

Anakin Skywalker is walking down a dormitory hallway when he suddenly stops and turns to his right, opening the door to see his apprentice watching a video on the holonet Computer.

:"HAHAHAHAHAHA": A silver winged old man laughs manically while eating a bowl of bones and meat.

:"You demented, CREEP!":

:*SMACK!*:

Spider-Man delivers a full force punch to his face, causing the once pilot to smash into the ground, hard, before he gets up and charges Spider-Man.

"Whatcha watchin' Snips?"

"EEP!" Ahsoka quickly closes out of the tab as Anakin raises an eyebrow. "Just... Looking for new techniques?" She tries as Skywalker just shakes his head. "C'mon we got some training today."


4099 ABMV, 5:20 PM, Coruscant streets...

Miguel is walking down a street with a briefcase in his left hand when he suddenly stumbles across a small diner. His stomach suddenly grumbles. He walks inside the place and takes off his shades. Eyes adjusting to the room, he sees a Besalisk with a moustache tending the bar. The Besalisk looks up to O'Hara and greets him.

"Welcome to Dex's Diner. Have a seat in a booth, and I'll be with you shortly." The Besalisk gives a small smile while he continues to polish the countertop.

Miguel walks to an empty booth and places his case on the table. Opening it to see a bunch of tools and parts inside, he pulls a shell out of the case and begins to fiddle around with the electronic piece of equipment until the barkeep walks up to him with a datapad.

"The name's Dexter, now what can I get for ya?"

"You got any Nerf Steak?"

"Sure do, what drink do ya want to go with that?"

"Water. Please."

"Coming right up." Dexter waddles off as the diner quickly fills up with passersby.

Dexter begins to eavesdrop on his patrons to see if any of them have a criminal background. But it seems that none of them do. So he takes an interest in what the kid is doing.

O'Hara presses a button on the shell, causing it to shock him. "Mother Hubbard!" He waves his hand around and presses his index finger to his mouth, hissing in pain.


4099 ABMV, 5:46 PM, Coruscant streets...

Ahsoka is walking down a street to Dex's Diner, the door chiming as she walks in. Dexter looks up to see her walk in.

"Ms. Tano! How long has it been? three months?" Ahsoka shakes her head. "Try four." The two turn to a booth as they hear a mechanical noise.

*Thwip, crackle!*

"Mother of-!" Miguel's face is covered in strands of sticky strings as the shell explodes in his face. He pulls them off rather easily, and grabs another shell to get back to work.

The two friends look back at each other and shrug. "Diner's full, you can see if someone will let you sit with them." Dex states to her, waddling back into the kitchen.

Ahsoka walks over to the young inventor and watches what he does for a moment. Finding that he has an assortment of gadgets.

"Hey." The inventor doesn't notice that she's there.

*Snap, snap!*

The inventor looks up at her.

"May I sit here?"

"Y-yeah... Go ahead." Miguel gestures for her to sit down. As he goes back to working on his Web-Grenade.

She sits down in the opposite seat, in front of him and begins inspecting what he's fiddling around with more closely. "What're you trying to make?" Miguel stops to think for a second. "I'm trying to make a less harmful alternative to using a stun grenade... Using biocable and old grenade parts?" He tells A truth.

"Let's go over what would help a grenade not... explode, in your face." Ahsoka says with a smirk. O'Hara raises a hand to try and stop her. "Slow down. It's not that simple-"

"Did you unlink the quark enhancers? Deactivate the Tachyon relays?"

"Yes, yes, I did all that! Will you-"

"Uncouple the Heisenberg Compensators?"

"Yes, of course I... Shock it! No, I didn't!" Miguel places a hand on his forehead as the Togruta leans back in her seat, grinning.

He begins to fiddle around with the device, before he realizes something. 'Denk Ferrik! I forgot my fusion-cutter at my apartment... Wait! That's it!' Miguel angles his hand to cover what he's doing from the intelligent Togruta in front of him, unleashing a single razor sharp talon to cut the compensator.

The metal talon recedes with a light shink.

O'Hara places the last part onto the grenade and primes it causing a circle of lights to surround the button. He looks at it amazed that it even works, before leaning back in his seat.

"Where'd you learn that?"

"I... Have a lot of free time." Miguel raises an eyebrow. "A lot of free time to learn about explosives?" The large eyed Togruta begins to chuckle nervously.

"I'm screwing with you. I don't care what you do in your free time. Just don't get yourself killed." Miguel is now the one giving the smile.

Dexter waddles by and drops the two's food on the table while O'Hara puts away the tools and successful grenade.

"Thanks Dexter." Ahsoka says as she begins to dig in. The two eat in silence for a bit before Ahsoka begins squinting suspiciously at Miguel, noticing that his K-9 teeth are rather sharp for a human.

"So... What's your name?" She asks slowly as he finishes chewing the meat. "Miguel, Miguel O'Hara. Yours?"

"Ahsoka Tano." She reaches her hand forward for a shake, in which he complies. Her hand brushing against a ring on his finger, that flings her into a force vision.

{A/N: I'm facepalming so hard right now. So much god damn exposition and attempted suicide? Jesus fuck 14 year old me!}

A dark room materializes around her

Miguel is in a black tank-top with a cheap looking slug-thrower in his right hand. As he sits down in a chair, he stares at it for a moment before cocking it and putting the barrel underneath his chin.

He closes his eyes and remembers the absolute worst day of his life.

A blinding white flash occurs, before it fades into a boardwalk on Naboo.

Showing Miguel cradling the lifeless corpses of his parents and brother. Next to a blaster rifle. He looks up to see a speeder filled with black clad people riding in and on it.

He grabs the rifle before we cut back to a closed eyed O'Hara breathing smoothly and deeply.

Another flash.

Miguel is kneeled down on the end of the boardwalk bloodied and beaten, before he's shot in the stomach by a silver slugthrower. Falling over limply.

Again, another flash to Miguel.

His lip now trembles before he gets a slightly gray flash, this time of his brother, but blurred out, pleading to him to not do it.

His eyes open, breathing frantically.

*Snap, snap!*

"Hey! Are you alright?" Miguel tries to speak to her. But she just shakes her head.

"Uhm- Yeah! Yeah... Just spaced out at a really bad time." He nods. "I know that feeling."

Miguel checks his watch, then flips a switch on his closed briefcase. He grabs a napkin and writes down his Holo-Number and leaving some credits to pay for the food. Sliding it over to Ahsoka.

"Thanks a lot with that project. This was fun, call me if you wanna do something like this again... Ahsoka." Miguel walks out of the building, while putting his shades back on. Looking left and right, he jogs away to the left.

Jogging for several minutes he runs into an alley, making sure no one is looking at him, he jumps up and begins crawling with one hand, up the skyscraper.

Reaching the top, he opens the briefcase to see his costume top, mask, and gloves on the inside, instead of his tools.

Putting on the remaining part of his costume, he falls, and swings off throughout the general area.


4099 ABMV, 8:30 PM, Coruscant, Downtown...

Ahsoka is running through a crowd of people, apologizing as she makes her way through. She can't seem to look over the species of alien in front of her, so she jumps up to a higher vantage point.

She sees Spider-Man slowly backing away from an orange fiber winged... thing?

"Ah ah ah, Spider! Don't fade on me yet!" The thing picks him up by the throat.

"What are you supposed to be? A demonic kumquat?!"

"You can call me... the Hobgoblin! You're going to need a permanent rival!"

"News flash, 'Hobbie' - you're not my first Goblin."

"Ah! But this Goblin has one thing the others never had..." It unleashes its wings even further.

"Nanofibers, fused with... Bio-Organic Circuitry?!"

"Yes! And only one corporation has technology, advanced enough for these!"

"Alchemax!" Miguel spits out loudly.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" The 'Hobgoblin' rears its head back in maniacal laughter.

Spider-Man rears his head back as well... To headbutt the Goblin hard.

Both stumbling backward, the Goblin takes flight, and hovers, before creating 15 illusions of itself, and mismatches creating a guessing game.

"5th one on the right!" Ahsoka yells from the vantage point.

Taking the tip, O'Hara Web-Zips to the Goblin and hits a solid horn with his foot. Knocking it off of 'Hobbie'.

Screaming in pain the Goblin's eyes turn into the same color as a Sith's anger fueled lightsaber.

As the illusions disperse the Hobgoblin yells at Miguel in anger. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!"

"Nah... You see... I'm a little apprehensive about giving my credits to fruit." Miguel quips lightly, as the Goblin screams as it charges him. Tackling him into the air. "Yup, you're definitely different than the other Goblins that I've fought."

"You finally admit it! HAHAHA-"

"I admit that you're a failed DNA splicing of a human and a bat!"

*SHINK!*

*SLASH, SLASH, SLASH!*

Spider-Man cuts up Hobgoblin's angular face with his talons, causing him to be let go of the perfectly spliced human/spider hybrid.

Miguel shoots a web at the bat like, creature's foot, and uses it to slingshot back up to the 'thing'. Punching it a few times, before he gets routed to the ground, hitting it rather hard.

"Uhhhhhhhhh..." groaning rather airily on his back, O'Hara twists out of the way of a crimson Pumpkin bomb; that flings him into the wall under Ahsoka. Dropping down, she inspects his body. Not finding any cuts in his costume, before she hears the soft thud of the Hobgoblin landing on the ground. turning around, she ignites her two green sabers.

She steps forward, rather angrily before a gloved hand grabs her shoulder.

"I got a little device up my sleeve, I was hoping to replicate it when I got home, but..." Spider-Man lifts up his shirt a little, revealing a tool belt. Opening a compartment, he pulls out the Web-Grenade, and primes it.

Ahsoka looks at it with a sudden revelation in her eyes, she shuts off her shoto saber, and grabs it.

"It'll stick to him if you can land it. Just- just make sure you hit him. Will you do that for me?" Ahsoka looks at the still pristine muscle hugging suit on his body.

"You look fine! Why can't you throw it?!"

"Just because I created an indestructible cloth, doesn't mean that I can't still be concussed." He states as he falls to a knee. "Now can you just throw the damn thing? Please?"

"Since you asked nicely. I'll do my best." She smiles at him. "Yeah... thanks pretty lady." O'Hara states a little deliriously.

Rolling her blue green eyes, she gets into a throwing stance, and as the Hobgoblin charges at Miguel, she throws the grenade with perfect precision. Smacking onto the hobgoblin's chest, it bursts out in a concussive force, and shoots strands of webbing all over the place. But most importantly, it locks it's wings in place, forcing the bootleg Goblin to carreen straight into the ground.

Thankfully knocked out.

She turns around to find that Miguel left and is likely recuperating. She smiles and shakes her head, before she goes wide eyed and runs to the nearest taxi.

'Oh kriff! Master Obi-Wan is gonna kill me for being out this late!'


{A/N: I promise that this gets better. A God Damn idiot. That's what I am.}