This is where the fun begins
The boy awoke to the feeling of grit and pain encasing his body.
"Welcome to star-wars My Lord"
First begin by choosing a name
The boy mumbled, stumbling across his patchy memory trying to remember his name yet he couldn't, instead of taking everything at face value instead he passed out.
Awakening for the second time he sat on the glistening golden dunes thinking to himself, "Hadrian" he croaked the desert heat having left him parched and throat raw. How the newly named Hadrian had come across the name was simple he just thought it sounded cool.
Calibrating
User:283737882837Hadrian
Created
Manifesting structure
"ah so I haven't just been tripping balls this is all fucking real" his voice wavering.
Indeed, Choose a class
Three card appeared in his vision each glowing as if crafted and painted by a master of crafts... no not just a master, the only beings that could possibly create such beauty would have to be Gods.
Classes
Warrior: Be it lightsaber, Vibroblade or General Grievous's leg hold the card of the warrior within your heart and become the master of all considered melee.
Hunter: Blaster or bow, slingshot or the Death Stars planet destroying super laser array, hold the card of the hunter within your heart and become the master of all ranged weaponry.
Mage: Be it magic, the force, the ability to call forth blasts of psionic energy, pull and push or hold control over life and death, hold the card of the Mage within your heart and become the master of this vast galaxies forces.
To be honest the choice was obvious and very clearly biased, Hadrian in his ultimate wisdom reached out, his sand encrusted hand splayed open welcoming the Mage card as his class, who could've guessed.
Mage class equipped
Calibrating systems
connecting with class:1827372entity~TheForce
Entity has accepted connection
"Stats" he was met with a glaring clear screen
Name- Hadrian
Race- Humanoid
Class- Mage
Stats
Strength- weak
Endurance- weak
Agility- weak
Intelligence- average
Midichlorians- few
Skills
Galactic Basic Speech - Expert
Cooking- Adept
Well that's disappointing he thought, "Hey system how come my only skills are galactic basic and cooking"
I have only decided to note down skills of actual importance... of which you have little.
Galactic basic luckily for you is just english, you cannot read it however as the written language differs.
Hadrian put the systems clear insult to the back of his mind as he realised he was most likely on Tatooine with no clothes, food, water or weapons on his back.
Tusken raiders, krayt dragons, Jawas and who knows what else roam these dunes.
To put it lightly he was screwed. Yet he did not waver after-all he Hadrian the great soon to be master of the force is the main character of this story, I mean he did get reincarnated with a gamers system... right... RIGHT.
He was wrong, so so very wrong. Hadrian had been walking for what felt like days possible months at this point, or at-least it felt like it in fact it has only been a few hours.
"I give up, what is this bullshit system" he coughed out.
I did not choose the spawn location
"Well this is fantastic, where is my plot armour" he sighed.
In the background he noticed a dust cloud rolling across the horizon, the sand shook and the sound of deep rumbling and metal filled Hadrians ears.
"What the fuck is that" Hadrian stammers out.
A large rustic fortress on treads appeared out of the miniature sand storm as it crept closer it finally stopped beside him.
"My plot armour is finally working!" Hadrian cheered and jumped around, an odd looking sight for a person in the nude nestled in the middle of a desert.
Brown cloaked beings of small stature hurried out the newly opened doors bringing forth scraps of metal and malfunctioning droids.
Hadrian however was not in luck as the newly recognised Jawas sadly did not speak galactic basic. Still they seemed to understand his plight giving him a torn cream robe and allowing him to sit between a torn up speeder and R3 unit droid, He smiled and laid down slowly drifting off to the sound of screeching and gears turning.
Hadrians eyes fluttered open, staggering to his feet he grimaced as what has to be the worst migraine in the history of humanity crashed upon him.
He had no time to wake up fully as he was quickly rushed and thrown out by the Jawas, Hadrian slowly but surely takes in his surroundings making out the wavering sandstone buildings.
"System where are we?" he asked hesitantly.
You are currently on an outskirt village close to Mos Espa
"System what year is it?" feeling slight dread, he quietly hoped it was a timeline he knew a-lot about and not post empire.
He awaited silently for the system to answer taking in the beauty of the twin suns, hoping for love of god that he wasn't entirely screwed.
This chapter might seem a-bit rushed and jumbled but im on an hours sleep and have been on my feet all day.
I haven't really decided what timeline i wanted to use yet which is why it left on a weird cliffhanger, i cant decide between Phantoms menace or attack of the clones I feel like attack of the clones would be best so the mc isn't to old by the time of the clone wars but im not sure.
Also I wrote this on the fly and haven't really got a structure for how the story is going to go, im thinking of making it slightly political empire building while also pacing out some action and maybe some realistic romance.
The mc isn't some god nor will he get all the girls just by existing i want it to be a slightly realistic take on a gamers system.
Yet again im taking any suggestions on how you believe the story should pan out.
Farewell
