Alright, so I have another idea, however, this time it is a one-shot. What is it? Well, a while back I saw a one-shot of an OC Sith Lord going to Westeros, for whatever reason, and fight on the behalf of Tyrion Lannister, again for whatever reason ("The Mountain and the Saber" id: 10485603 by SaberWolfe), and I had a thought: "hey, I want to do something like that!" But I don't want this to be a ripoff or downright copy of his work so I asked myself: "who else had a trial in Westeros and got royally fucked over?" A few hours later, as I was writing something else at the time, it hit me: Ned Stark. I mean the guy lies for the first time in his life in order to save his family, even though it would mean he would be sent to the Wall as a result and probably never see any of them again, and gets his head lobbed off by a Cercei controlled Joffrey's ruling. Then the second question became of who would I personally use? The only OC I currently have for Star Wars is my Bounty Hunter in The Old Republic. Then it hit me, but you'll see who that is when you actually read it below. So without further ado, I have a disclaimer.

Rating: T+ as there isn't enough in this to be considered "M".

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my laptop and my copy of MS Word. Game of Thrones belongs to GRR Martin and Star Wars belongs to Disney and their affiliates.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

{Music suggestion}

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The Red Keep, Black Cells, King's Landing, Westeros. Evening.

Eddard Stark knew he was fucked, there was no other way to say it. He had to open his big mouth and threaten Cersei Lannister in revealing her son Joffrey's lineage, that being of Cersei and Jamie. 'Is there no honor in Westeros anymore?' he asked himself.

Everyone in the North knew Eddard as a very honorable man, someone who you wanted on your side as he would never betray you. He had his honor and his honor dictated that he stand by the side of his friends and allies, even if things were grim. This was something that was impressed on him at a young age by his father, his family, and his trainers. Ned remembered his father once saying, "If we don't have honor, then what else do we have?"

He was in the Black Cells, that was certain and there was no way to break out, and if he even contemplated it his daughters would be killed. He had no idea if Cersei even had Arya, but Sansa was in the grasp of the Lannisters as well as being wrapped around that little shit Joffrey's finger. Ned knew there was something wrong with that child even before he discovered that he was the product of incest. A sane child doesn't go around torturing small animals as well as people. Joffrey was one of Robert's greatest failures, Robert should have been a better father, maybe then Cersei wouldn't be poisoning her son's thoughts. But that was in the past now and there was no way to change that.

Ned was removed from his thoughts back to reality and the fact that the Black Cells were depressing thanks to hearing the heavy iron gate that separated the Black Cells from the rest of the Red Keep open. The person walking was wearing boots of some kind as they had a kind of echo to them and not a shuffling that women who wore slippers had. Therefore he assumed that the person was a man. The man then stopped in front of the heavy wooden door of his cell and it opened to reveal one of the Gold Cloak guards and another man dressed in what looked like black robes and a mask. He gave off an aura of power that seemed ethereal. He carried some kind of bladeless sword-like objects on his belt but no other visible weapons.

"Leave us," he ordered the guard.

The guard looked absolutely shocked and responded in a very confused, "My good ser, this man is very dangerous and-."

"If he were as dangerous as you say he is, then he would have killed both of us before we could do anything," the masked man interrupted, "and I can take care of myself. Leave us," he added more forcefully. The guard finally took the hint and left the two alone in the cell, closing the door behind the masked man as he entered. Ned heard the guard walk away and the masked man walked around him, examining him as if he were some whore on display for purchase at one of Littlefinger's whore houses. Once it sounded like the guard was gone for good the masked man spoke up. "Now that the imbicile is gone we can talk in peace."

"What do you want?" Ned asked.

"I came to offer you some advice, should you wish to hear it."

"Go ahead, it's not like I'm going anywhere."

"You should ask for a trial by combat."

"And why would I do that? If I even did ask for that they'd use the Mountain as their champion."

The man then squatted and made himself eye level with Ned. "And that's where I come in. I would be willing to be your champion, for a price that is."

"If you're looking for money, I have none. It was all taken by the Lannisters and any coin I do have is in Winterfell."

"It's not money I am after."

"Then what do you want? Do you wish to take one of my daughters as one of your own? Because if you do-."

The masked man then interrupted him once more. "I have no wish for you either of your daughters, I am a happily married man and I am sure my wife would kill me if I did attempt to move on another woman (1)," he chuckled in amusement. He then regained his serious composure once more. "There is a jewel in the pommel of your blade 'Ice', I want it."

Ned's eyes opened in shock. He recalled the same jewel that the masked man was referring to. It was an oddly shaped red jewel around the size of the first segment of his thumb that was never cut and Ned never really knew why his ancestor who forged Ice from Valyrian steel never had the jewel cut. Throughout every holder of Ice, they never did anything with the blade other than clean it when the blade had been stained with blood. "You would risk your death and the lives of my family for such a small jewel?"

The masked man poked a finger into Ned's chest. "That 'small jewel' as you call it is more valuable than you know." He then stood up and took a few steps away, his back turned to Ned. "That jewel contains vital information, that's all you need to know at this point. I am a skilled fighter and I have more than just a few tricks up my sleeve, will you take me as your champion and take the trial by combat? If you do the chances of you seeing your family again are exceptionally high, if you do not the chances of your death are also that high. Regardless of what happens I still win, though you not taking me as a champion will make things more lengthy for me rather than difficult. It's your choice."

The masked man was certainly persuasive. He made sense. If he won this trial by combat then he would be able to leave with his family. And if he lost then his life would be forfeit as well as his family's, primarily those still in the city. "You can hold yourself in individual combat?"

"On many occasions with many foes that you could consider... godlike at times."

'Godlike?' Ned questioned. There were many that considered themselves gods at times, but to fight those that were so powerful that the could be considered gods? "May I have time to consider this?"

The masked man shook his head, "You will have very little time. After I leave the one dubbed Littlefinger will come down and convince you to lie to the court, telling them that you did in fact poison King Robert and intended to usurp the throne and to request the Wall. The witch whispering in the ear of the Heir Apparent will tell him to kill you instead. You make this choice now or die without ever seeing your family again. My companion is currently stalling him, but it won't last for much longer."

Ned quickly considered his options and made up his mind. "Very well, I will request a trial by combat and I will choose you as my champion, and in payment, you will receive the jewel in the pommel of Ice. What is your name so that I can tell them my champion?"

"Just call me Revan."

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Combat arena, Red Keep. 12 hours later.

All around the combat arena in which trials by combat were held stood five individuals. Three were on the side of the accused and two on the side of the prosecution. The trial would be simple, the last one standing would be considered the winner and the trial result for the murder of King Robert Baratheon by Eddard Stark would be either innocent or guilty. Eddard had chosen a mysterious man by the name of Revan, whose female companion who stood near clad in armor never seen before, who stood beside him clad in what looked like fine robe-like clothing and a mask. On the side of the prosecution were a Lannister squire and the Mountain himself.

Around the lowered arena on raised platform seating sat many nobles in the city, primarily soon to be King Joffrey Baratheon and his soon to be ex-fiance Sansa Stark as well as many other Lannister bannermen and countless onlookers from those who could pay the coin, that is. Cersei looked on to the champion of Eddard and was not impressed. She knew that the Mountain would kill this 'Revan' brutally and would then allow him to kill Eddard right in front of his squeamish 'whore' daughter. Well, she considered Sansa a whore though she was pretty sure Sansa was a virgin, but it didn't matter. She was convinced to let Eddard have his trial by combat as it would show the masses as well as the Realm the power of the Lannisters as well as their future king. It didn't take much convincing from Littlefinger as Cersei knew that Petyr had pined over Catelyn Stark for years before Eddard got his hand on her. She would get to crush the Starks and Petyr would bring extra coin into the treasury from this spectacle as well as getting to watch his competition for Catelyn's hand be destroyed. Oh, how she would enjoy watching the Stark family fall.

Meanwhile, in the arena itself, Revan stood next to Ned Stark, who still was in manacles, as well as his female companion. "Brie, might I borrow your bes'kad (2)?" he asked his companion.

"Afraid that your saber might not work, Jedi?" she jabbed playfully.

Revan gave her a look of seriousness and replied, "I wish to get a confession out of that beast of a man and my saber would cut right through him."

"A confession? For what?" Ned asked.

Revan turned to him and replied, "Do you know of Oberyn Martell?"

"The Dornish prince? My late sister spoke of him quite fondly and favorably."

"I approached him before I talked to you. He heard of your plight and asked that if you were to make me your champion during your trial I would need to get a confession out of the Mountain for the raping and murder of his sister and niece."

Ned knew of this quite well. The Dornish were quite cold with the Lannisters and Baratheons because of the very brutal rape and murder of the Dornish princess and her daughter by the Mountain. Everyone knew of this event, although it was spoken in whispers lest the Mountain hear you and kill you. Prince Oberyn had been sitting on a large sum of money that he would 'gift' to the killer of the Mountain, should he hear of it of course. "And what would get you get out of this deal with him?"

"Information. But you need not worry yourself about that."

"Fighters, take your places!" a voice announced from the stands. Brie handed over her bes'kad to Revan by the hilt and he walked out towards the outer ring of the arena that combatants would start at. "This trial by combat for the life of Eddard Stark, current Lord of Winterhold, is being represented by his champion Revan and the side of the prosecution is represented by the Lannister bannerman Gregor Clegane." There was obvious bias as when Revan's name was met with jeers by many of the audience members but when Gregor's name was called it was met with cheers. "The fighters will now take their places and wait for the signal to begin." Gregor growled as if some kind of animal but Revan remained silent, examining how to completely annihilate his opponent while still getting a confession out of him. The fighters waited patiently for the officiant to start the fight, in this case, that being Joffrey. The onlookers looked on with anticipation at the person that the Mountain was going to end.

Finally, after what felt like forever to the crowd, the soon-to-be King shouted, "Begin!"

Immediately Gregor charged forward and attempted to cleave Revan in half, however, to Gregor's amazement and frustration Revan dodged his strike without even trying with a fluidity that only dancers would have. Gregor tried to swing his oversized blade at Revan once more, but instead of dodging it entirely he swatted the large blade aside with his much smaller in comparison sword with only one hand. This continued to go on for ten long minutes before Gregor bellowed, "Stop dodging me!"

"As you wish," Revan ominously replied.

Revan then surprised all but one person by charging faster than anyone could comprehend as a human just didn't move that fast normally, even with intense training. He then flicked the hidden to the public switch and activated the bes'kad's vibroblade function. He then proceeded to whirl around the behemoth man and slice into his calf and Achilles tendon with extreme ease, even as the man was covered in steel plate armor. When Revan's blade left the man's leg, it left a thin line of molten metal in its wake. Gregor stumbled to the ground on one knee while Revan circled around him like some kind of predator playing with its prey.

"I heard something interesting from someone acquainted with you. He told me that you raped and murdered his sister and niece, is that true?" Revan asked. The Mountain only growled in anger to cover any sign of weakness. "You growl like a beast, are you incapable of speech?" Revan taunted. Gregor growled once more and stood up, a notable limp on his right leg where Revan cut into his leg. "So the beast still has some fight in him."

Gregor charged at Revan once more, ignoring the pain in his leg. Revan dodged once more and made several more very shallow cuts before taking a stance once more with his blade by his side instead of raised. "Stay still you bug!" Gregor shouted in frustration.

"As you wish," Revan simply replied. He switched off the vibroblade function and readied himself for brute force. He reached out to the Force and increased his body's strength to handle the next blow he would willingly take. Gregor swung his blade at his opponent and to his, and the audience's, amazement Revan managed to not only take the blow and not move, but he also did it one handed.

Ned said what everyone was thinking in an almost hushed whisper, "Impossible."

Brie only chuckled and replied, "Don't let Revan hear you say that; he'll just tell you that nothing is impossible with the Force or some kind of spiritual mumbo-jumbo."

Gregor grunted and growled as he tried to force this smaller man, in comparison, into submission. "You just love to attack like some trained attack dog, don't you? But what'll happen when the shoe is on the other foot?" Revan taunted. Gregor released one of his hands and attempted to donkey punch Revan. However, Revan grabbed his fist with his smaller hand and stopped it dead in its tracks, those that weren't already dumbfounded by Revan's strength already were floored at the fact that he stopped the Mountain once more, but that he was now twisting the Mountain's fist, forcing him to his knees. Then with one more one handed blow Revan disarmed the Mountain, his sword skidding far enough away that Gregor could not reach it. "The hunter is now the prey." Revan then walked around the downed Mountain while still holding the Mountain's fist in an extremely painful fashion where he was already creating micro-fractures in his fingers with little effort. Revan then waved his free hand in front of Gregor and borderline chanted, "You raped and murdered Elia Martell and her daughter, didn't you?"

Gregor's mind and eyes glazed over for a moment and parroted, "I did rape and murder Elia Martell and her daughter in her own bedroom."

"That's all I needed to hear," Revan simply replied. He then released Gregor's arm and kicked him away. Revan then tossed the bes'kad to Brie who caught it without missing a beat.

"What is he doing?" Ned asked in both worry and curiosity.

"Revan knows what he's doing," Brie replied knowingly.

Revan took a long enough walk away from Gregor so that everyone could see what was going to happen next, once he moved that was. Meanwhile, up in the stands, Joffrey was scoffing at the smaller man's very strange, and borderline suicidal, move. Sansa, as well as the hidden Arya, could see that something else was going on like Revan was planning something. Revan then detached one of the silver tubes from his belt and held it in his hand. Joffrey then scoffed while laughing like a loon, "He's got a bladeless sword!? What's he going to do, pummel the Mountain to death!?" Many of the soon-to-be king's entourage laughed with him for fear of being killed as they did know he had a cruel streak.

Revan ignored him and pushed the stud on his hilt and activated his lightsaber in an echoing, recognizable sound of a snap-hiss revealing the purple plasma blade. Although to these lesser evolved beings it would look like light anyway. The crowd instantly shut up as Revan now wielded a new weapon never seen before, and they could hear the humming that it gave off. Gregor crawled to his oversized bastard sword and used it as a crutch to stand up.

"That's the spirit, still got a bit of fight in you," Revan commented. Once Gregor had finally stood up and brought his bastard sword into a stance, ready to strike, Revan took his own stance that he favored: Form VI, Niman. Revan stood still, preparing his first strike. Gregor charged once more. 'It's as if that's all he knows how to do,' Revan commented internally.

When Gregor came into range Revan sidestepped the massive man and made one clean slice with his lightsaber, cleaving Gregor's bastard sword in two parts, both ends of the slice molten from the extreme heat of the plasma. Gregor and everyone else, except Brie, were absolutely dumbstruck at what just happened. The smell of ozone already was starting to permeate the immediate area. Gregor took one look at his now borderline useless sword and charged again, attempting to kill his opponent with half a sword. Revan, instead of dodging this time, kicked the Mountain in the chest staggering him. He then, with one fluid motion, sliced through the man's armored hands, literally disarming him. The smell of cooked meat filled the area, replacing the smell of ozone.

Gregor looked down, now hit with the pain of having one's forearms amputated without anesthetic and immediately cauterized, and screamed in pain. In seconds the pain was replaced by rage as he charged Revan once more, intending to stomp him into paste. Revan dodged once more and with two more fluid strikes removed the Mountain's legs rendering him nothing more than a torso with a head.

"You know, you'd think you'd learn after going through this several times already; but I think you just aren't capable of learning anything," Revan taunted. Revan was about to stab his lightsaber through the heart of the growling and snapping Gregor's heart, but he was stopped by a sudden Shatterpoint in the Force that was revealed to him. "So that's how it's going to be then," he said in a low voice.

Revan reached out with the Force and lifted up Gregor so he was above him. Revan then threw his lightsaber so it stabbed Gregor, not in the heart, but the gut. Gregor raged like a stuck pig and everyone, except Brie, was absolutely terrified and transfixed at was happening in front of them. Revan then channeled a concentrated amount of the Dark Side into his hands and summoned a storm of Force Lightning focusing it on the lightsaber allowing it to transfer all of its destructive power through the blade straight into Gregor's body.

Gregor screamed out in pain that seemed to never end to him. For once in his life, he was actually terrified of someone. The arcs of electricity arced over Gregor's body and soon turned from neurological torture to physical damage that all could see. The lightning started to create deep burn marks on Gregor's skin, turning it craggly. Revan forced more lightning into the man until it reached a critical mass and caused an explosion of blue-purple light which drowned out Gregor's final cry. When the light stopped, all that was left of Gregor was ashes and globs of molten metal from his armor. Revan recalled his lightsaber with the Force and extinguished it, but kept it in his hand.

When no one moved or said anything Revan piped up and asked the official, "I believe the Mountain is dead. That would mean Lord Stark is innocent and free to go, yes?"

The official said nothing but turned to the soon-to-be king for his orders. However, before Joffrey could say anything Cersei spoke up and commanded, "I will pay you five thousand gold dragons to kill Lord Eddard Stark."

"I will do no such thing."

Cersei puffed up in anger and shouted, "You dare defy the Queen Regent!?"

"You are not my ruler," Revan replied coldly. "Lord Stark and I had an agreement and I have fulfilled my end of the bargain. By killing him and gaining monetary gains that serves me nothing accomplishes nothing towards my goal."

"Not your ruler!? See here-!"

"I only serve the Force, no one else. You and your government is nothing but a small little speck of dust on the sheb (3) of the galaxy. Your politics means nothing to me."

Cersei growled in anger before shouting, "You will kill him or I will have his daughter killed right in front of him as well as his youngest once I find her as well as you!"

Revan gave a nod towards Brie who held a blaster rifle in her arms and aimed it at Cersei, a red laser sight painted on her forehead. "And you and your little henchmen will die before you can even harm a hair on her head," Revan said with certainty. "You have already seen what I can do without trying, do you dare see the power I have when I truly intend to destroy someone with extreme prejudice?"

Cersei stopped for a moment and thought to herself. She knew that this man had destroyed one of the most physically powerful bannermen that House Lannister had in decades without even trying. With this 'dark magic' he could destroy entire armies before he would cut them down with that glowing 'fire sword' of his. And he didn't even look winded even after taking several direct strikes and blocking them with ease. If the Mountain didn't even stand a chance, and this Revan character was just playing with him, what chance did the Gold Cloaks have?

"Leave. He is free," she declared.

"And Sansa and Arya?"

"Free to leave without threat of harm. Sansa's marriage engagement is annulled."

"And Ice?"

"It will be returned to its rightful owner."

"Good." Revan then turned to Brie, "Call the Ebon Hawk, tell them to pick us up here." Brie nodded and put on her helmet to make the call. Revan turned to Ned and asked, "Might I offer you transport back to your home? After I leave I fear that your lives might become forfeit."

"You think the Queen would make an attempt on my life even after I've been exonerated?" Ned asked incredulously.

Revan nodded. "I've seen her type before. She's the kind that would say one thing in public but do another in private. It is my belief that she would send assassins after you and your daughters before you reached the North."

Meanwhile, up in the stands as Sansa made her way towards the arena next to her father, she heard Joffrey, the boy she fell in love with ranting and raving at how his mother had annulled their marriage before he could consummate it with her. She shuddered at the thought of having to have sex with the little demon. 'Tyrion an imp? Joffrey's more of a demon than Tyrion ever could be,' she thought. After all, she had suffered for her father's 'traitorous offense' by Joffrey himself through humiliating acts that left her feeling dirty even though he never deflowered her. Joffrey then shouted at how he wanted them all executed, although his mother put a stop to that.

Arya made her way towards her father and father's champion silently from some unseen place in the crowd. More than fifteen minutes later, a lifetime of time for those besides Revan and Brie, passed before a Gold Cloak arrived in the arena holding Ice and presented it to Ned. Revan used the Force and summoned the blue gem that was in the pommel into his hand. Revan took a moment to examine the crystalline structure of the gem before pocketing it. "Our arrangement is now complete, Lord Stark," Revan said with finality. "It's been an honor."

"I owe you a debt of gratitude, if it weren't for you then I would have never been able to see my family again," Ned replied, bowing his head slightly.

"You are an honorable man, Eddard Stark. Perhaps too honorable for this land. You saw what being too honorable did when you found something that someone didn't want being found."

"Indeed, I did. I will continue to be honorable."

"But remember that all will not be as honorable as you," Revan chastised. Almost as if by command a dozen Lannister sigil clad men walked into the arena with their swords drawn. "As you can see it appears that the Queen does not intend to heed the trial's ruling. You must have found something that she really does not want getting out."

"Indeed I did."

"It seems we are inconvenienced, aren't we, Brie?" Revan asked his companion.

She shrugged and replied, "It appears we are."

"How much longer until the Ebon Hawk arrives?"

"Five minutes, give or take."

"Shall we wait for them to make the first move or should we?"

Brie hefted her blaster rifle and already took aim at the first soldier. "I think you already know my answer."

"Well then, shall we get started?"

Revan then threw a Force Push that leveled two of the men and slammed them into the nearest low wall with lethal results. Meanwhile, Brie had already put two blaster bolts into three enemies as two lined up just right to hit them with lethal headshots. She was acquiring her third target Revan ignited his lightsaber and slashed at three of the Lannister bannermen, killing them with ease. He then threw his saber, controlling it with the Force causing it to soar around them killing three more while avoiding the Starks, after which it returned to his hand. Brie finished the last two off by launching a stream of carbonite at them, freezing them in their place; to which she finished them for good by punching through the frozen head of one and roundhouse kicking the other, shattering their frozen bodies as her gauntlet had been programmed for lethality and not capture. The engagement had not lasted more than thirty seconds (4).

With the last of the Lannister men taken care of, and the soldiers and other onlookers, the Starks included, in shock, Cersei ordered more soldiers to try and kill them. However, that would take time; and time is what Revan had on his side. It would take them more time to ferry more soldiers here than it would for the Ebon Hawk to arrive. He was right as his ship approached several dozen more soldiers arrived in the arena. "Create a barrier Brie."

She nodded and ignited her flamethrowers and laid down literal fire suppression, creating a wall of fire that the Lannister and Gold Cloaks didn't dare to cross. Right as Cersei was yelling at her soldiers to attack them and brave the fuel enhanced flames, the Ebon Hawk arrived in all its splendor. It roared into the arena, its engines creating a noise that these pre-space age humans had ever heard before. Revan even heard one scream about 'dragons' before running away.

The boarding ramp lowered and Revan stepped forward and said before stepping inside, "Lord and ladies, your chariot awaits."

Revan walked inside towards the bridge and Brie followed close behind with the Starks in tow, ensuring they made it inside without straying. The ramp sealed shut and Revan instructed Carth to plot a course towards the North and Winterfell. Arrows launched at the ship bounced off the hull as if shrugging off spitballs. Inside the common area, the Starks sat and were absolutely confused at what they were in.

"Father, what is this?" Sansa asked.

Ned replied, "I don't know, child."

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the ship lurched to a stop and landed. Revan reappeared inside the common area and greeted them saying, "We are near the outskirts of Winterfell."

"How? It's only been a short time," Arya asked.

"If you do not believe me, you can look outside for yourselves."

The youngest Stark sprinted towards the loading ramp while Ned and Sansa followed quickly behind them, although at a slower pace. When they exited the ship they looked and saw the city of Winterfell just over the horizon as it was unmistakable. "This is impossible," Sansa commented.

None of them noticed Revan appearing behind them who replied, "Nothing is impossible if you have the will and resources to do it." He then gestured to their home, "Go, your family awaits you."

The two girls started to walk but Ned stayed for a moment too long and Revan noticed. "What is the true importance of the jewel I gave to you as payment?" he asked.

Revan sighed and replied, "Hopefully it will contain information that will prevent all out extinction, but you need not worry yourself about it." Ned only nodded but knew that Revan was hiding something, although he didn't know what. As Revan walked up the ramp he stopped and turned back to the walking away Ned and said, "If I were you, I would prepare for an invasion from beyond the Wall."

Before Ned could even ask what that meant Revan was already up the ramp and it sealed behind him. The freighter then shot off into the mid-afternoon sky leading Ned to more questions that he would never get answered, but there was one thing that he did know: he was home with his family, and that's all that mattered to him.

{Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi, The Emperor Arrives (1:05 in) (5)}

Meanwhile, in high orbit above the planet that had an anomalous orbit, causing it to have abnormally long winters and summers, Revan fished out a Holocron that had no crystal inside of it to read. He opened it and inserted the crystal he had obtained from Eddard Stark and the Holocron responded by displaying a galaxy map, primarily highlighting planets that had been long erased from the conglomerative galaxy map database.

But to Revan, he only said, "So there you are."

"So I assume you found what you were looking for?" Brie Vizla (6) asked as she entered the common room.

"Indeed I did. Chart a course for Mandalore, I need things before I head out and to return you to Canderous."

"Surely you don't think of me as weak?" Brie half-joked.

Revan shook his head, "No, but I know that this may well be a one-way trip and I feel as though the Force has something else planned for you that's not with me at the moment."

Brie thought for a moment before relenting, "As you wish." She then left Revan alone to keep staring at the hologram's display.

"I've finally found you, and I will end you once and for all," Revan said to no one in particular in the room.

The end.

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And there we go, the first official one-shot written by me for this profile. But as you should know by now, notes!

1. As you have read, and might know about Legends, Revan did marry Bastilla in the canon Light-side ending of KOTOR. This event happens after it.

2. Bes'kad, or a saber that is slightly curved (I've seen references saying it either resembles a katana or scimitar) made of Mandalorian Iron.

3. Sheb, or "ass".

4. If you read this carefully you might have noticed the similarities to the Star Wars: The Old Republic trailer "Betrayed" where Malgus kills six or more guards without even trying. It would be the same for Revan, all things considering.

5. Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi OST "The Emperor Arrives": 5Fol9kwQ6-k?t=1m5s

6. Brie Vizla is an OC that I created as an ancestor to both Shae Vizla and Pre Vizla (and Sabine by familiar extent) who was attached to Revan on the orders of Canderous Ordo as a liaison between Revan and Canderous who was busy trying to reunite the Mandalorian tribes under him. If you are a fervent follower of my content, please remember her name as she will pop up with other OCs that I have in pilots or one-shots involving Mandalorians where they will more than likely have her as an ancestor. As I never described her really, if you know someone or want to make fanart of her and send it to me, maybe I'll consider it being the official "Brie Vizla" look. PM me if you're interested.

So I do have some general notes that need to be addressed so that people aren't PMing me over and over to get the answer.

Q: Why was Revan looking for a kaiburr crystal on the planet Game of Thrones is on?
A: As you know in Legends, after KOTOR 1 he left to go find the Sith Emperor that turned him and Alek (renamed Malek after his turn) against the Jedi and to destroy him once and for all. He followed the Force in his search and his search brought him to the planet where a kaiburr crystal was in the pommel of Ice that contained the location of the Emperor.

Q: How will this affect the world of Westeros and the story of Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire in general?
A: I honestly have no clue, but I think more Northerners would band behind Ned rather than Rob as Ned has that factor of notoriety and respect that many had for him that Rob had to earn. As for how everything would end? I have no idea.

Q: Will you create a story that will explore that?
A: I don't know as I already have a bunch of ideas that I want to get through as well as needing to get on chapters for stories I already have in motion.

Q: Will the Star Wars universe affect the world of GoT/ASoIaF in any way?
A: I don't know because KOTOR happens well before the series that is now considered canon in Star Wars. I might do a hypothetical pilot where I explore that, but I don't know. Maybe the world Westeros is based on is actually Hoth? I don't know.

That's all I can really think of for this so I'm going to call it here. If you have any further questions than the hypothetical ones I posted then feel free to contact me, although I might be a little late in getting back to you in a timely fashion as it is the season of Christmas and all that. But until the next installment of this repository I wish you guys, if you're viewing this before the 25th, Merry Christmas (screw being PC) and have a safe holiday.

See you next time!

Fun fact: Did you know the song "The Twelve Days of Christmas" is not the days before Christmas but after? It lists the days between Christmas and Epiphany on the Christian calendar as there are 12 days between the two.