Hey All,

Sorry it has taken so long for me to update this. I have been busy with work, but here it is. I hope you all enjoy it. I do plan in the future, to cross this over with Star Gate too, let me know what you think of that.

I was rereading my reviews, and someone mentioned an idea about Darth Vader being put in Remnant, but after he turned back to the light side. I like this idea, and may turn it into a story, let me know what you think.

Enough of all my rambling, here is the story

I don't own Star Wars or RWBY, even though I wish I did

Roy once again awoke in the infirmary. He groaned as he sat up, a massive headache making itself evident.

"Man," he groaned, "don't ever let me do that again, the after effects are horrible."

"Tch, like we could stop you even if we wanted to," a voice said from the door. Roy looked up to see a man, by the looks of him, somewhere in his twenties, and very drunk.

"It's a figure of speech, and in your condition, definitely not. What happened to placing a guard at the door? Did they just give up of something?" Roy smiled at his own assumption.

"No, Ozpin asked me to be the guard, after what you did to our last guard, he thought it was wise to have someone more, experienced, be here instead."

Roy looked to his side and say his armor, along with his darksaber, sitting on the table.

"Well, it is nice to not have to chase down my armor again." He said as he got up. Roy looked towards his armor, manipulating the force to try and pick it up, only for it to be harder than he was used to. He walked over and began putting it on manually, pondering his situation.

"Qui-Gon, are you there?" Roy said through his connection with the ghost.

"Yes, I am here." He replied patiently.

"Do you know what is going on. It is like my connection to the force has weakened somewhat. I can still feel it, but it is fainter, and I couldn't move my armor as easily either."

"Yes, well, that would probably be because you exhausted yourself in your fight, and began to use your very soul to keep fighting. If it weren't for me to knock you out, you probably would have lost any connection to the force altogether."

"So, basically you're saying that I pushed myself too far and because of that, I have lost some of my power. Great, just great"

"You can get it back, you will just need to train again. This will strengthen your connection to the force and allow you to get back to the power you once held. Even though you have been weakened, you are still not weak, by comparison to some of these people here. In comparison to Yoda, perhaps, but these folk, no."

"Yeah yeah, whatever, I'm sure you already have some sort of training schedule all worked up and everything."

"Pretty much. There are people coming, we can continue this discussion later."

Just like Qui-Gon said, Ozpin came through the door, with Glynda close behind. By this time, all of Roy's armor was on him and his cloak on his shoulders, and the darksaber on his belt. He stood up and looked to Ozpin.

"So," Ozpin said, "I hear that you are a student on my academy. First I have heard of this, care to explain?"

"Well, it seems I am stuck here, and wanted somewhere where I can train without having to worry about authorities, and considering this is a battle school, thought it was a good place to do so. But I don't think that is what you are asking. I'll explain. I am a sith. We are one of two orders, on either end of a spectrum. The other side is known as the Jedi order. For a reason I don't know, they have been at war for thousands of years, only once coming to a truce between each other. We are both ative users of something called the Force. It is a live force, surrounding us, inside of every living thing, and some people can use it, like us Sith and the Jedi."

"Hmm, so kind of like aura then, it is the manifestation of ones' soul. Along with it, we each have a semblance, an ability unique to each user. Like speed, or glyphs, etc. Please, sorry for my interruption, continue."

"Right, well, I'll continue by explaining the Jedi. They are all about keeping the peace, along the light side of the force. Always trying to solve things by negotiations first. I admit, sometimes it can make things easier, but sometimes, it's just a waste of time. They focus their power on inner peace, being one with the force. To achieve this, they banned all forms of love, and negative emotions, like anger, and hate. They believed that this allowed them to stay in the light and never 'stray' towards the dark side of the force. Sith are ones who use the dark side of the force. They relish in battle, and rely on hate and anger to fuel them. They forgoe negotiations most of the time, just to make sure they can have a fight. They went from ant entire order of hundreds, to just the order of two. A master and an apprentice."

"You said you were a sith. They sound so evil though" Glynda said warily, hand coming to her crop.

"They are mostly. And even as I classify myself as one, I have been undergoing teachings by an old Jedi. He has been showing me how to use not only the light side, but the dark side too. That was how I was able to achieve those feats in the forest. Going to recent events. I am not sure what has been happening in the galaxy as of late, as I have been in hibernation for the past few decades. Last I heard, they was about to be a mass war again. When I awoke, I was in a prison cell. I broke out, and fled in a ship, which I assuming crashed here."

"well, that does explain a few things, including why there are no files on you in existence. Let me officially invite you to attend beacon academy. Even though I am allowing you to attend, please don't make me regret it. The conditions have also changed. You will no longer get to choose your team, instead, you will be a one man team" Ozpin said as he turned and left. "Oh, and you might want to look into getting another weapon instead of the one you have. We don't have laser swords just yet." He said as he turned to leave. "If you ask Ruby nicely, she might help you make one, she is quite the weapon forger."

It was soon after Ozpin left that Ruby barged into the room, almost knocking Roy over in her rush.
"Are you ok? They wouldn't let us in earlier until the professors had talked to you. Are you still going to be in beacon?" Ruby asked in a hurried tone.

"Yes, I am ok. The professors only had some questions, nothing dire. Ozpin is still allowing me into beacon, but with a warning. He also told me it would be a good idea to make a new weapon more like the ones you wield, so as to draw less attention. He also said that you are a good person to ask to help." Roy replied, resting his arm on the table, his armor fully on him.

Ruby could barely hold in her excitement. She loved designing weapons almost as much as she loves to look at them. Instantly she agreed. "We will have to begin by putting some ideas together, and from there, we can form some plans, which we can use to begin forging the weapon from. Ooh, this is so exciting. What type of weapon are you thinking of? You will need something for both close quarters, and for further distances," Ruby kept rambling on about different aspects of weapons to consider while constructing them.

"Don't worry, I already have a few ideas that I'm sure you will be able to help with." Roy said with a chuckle. "But first, let's get out of here. I heard that the initiation ceremony is about to begin, with the teams be announced. Why don't we draw up the plans after the ceremony?" Roy tried to calm down Ruby, with little success, as they made their way out of the room.

"Ruby Rose, Weiss Shnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xio-Long, the four of you collected the white knight pieces. From this day forward, you will work together as, Team RWBY, led by Ruby Rose." Ozpin declared as Team RWBY became official. Applause could be heard as they congratulated the new team as they walked off stage.

"And finally, we have a student joining us from further out of the kingdoms then most, Beroya Tal'Galar, also known as Roy. He will be on team by himself for the time being. It seems it shaping up to be an interesting year. For the rest of the day, I suggest you head to your dorms, and get settled. Classes begins tomorrow. Dismissed."

Roy didn't like giving the headmaster his full name, but he felt it necessary to gain at least some trust from the man. Ruby walked up to him from the crowds. "Beroya Tal'Galar huh?" she asked as she tried miserably to hide a giggle.

"Yep, I shortened it to Roy to save time. In my natural tongue, it means bounty hunter who spills blood. I thought it quite nice for someone who was always sent on assassination missions. So, shall we get to work drawing up those plans, I already know what I am looking for. Let's get started." Roy said as they were walking off.

That night, Roy and Ruby worked hard at getting the designs for Roy's new weapon done. There was constant back and forth arguing, and Ruby continuingly asking questions about Roy's lightsaber, and Roy constantly needing information on the technology levels of Remnant. In the end, they got the design done. Roy thanked Ruby, and then left to his own dorm, setting in for the night.

"Roy, it would be a good idea to wake up" Qrow stood beside the boys bed, clearly annoyed that he had to make sure the kid got to his first class.

"Oi! Kid, wake up!" Qrow reached down to shake the boy awake. Before his hand had touched his shoulder, Qrow found himself on the floor, with Roy's lightsaber about to slice his head off.

"Well, now I know why Ozpin sent me," Qrow chuckled.

"Sorry, it was just my instincts, kinda what happens when you wake a sith when he is sleeping." Roy was clearly annoyed for being woken up, and simply got off Qrow, deactivating his lightsaber. "And don't worry, I'll make it to class on time."

"Yes, well, I will inform Ozpin you are heading to class soon then," Qrow got off the floor and began for the door, "just so you know, class does start in 30 minutes, better hurry." He then bolted out of the door before the kid could try something else on him.

Roy just sighed and looked at the uniform sitting on his desk. "And I thought the Jedi clothes looked bad," he mused

"The clothes the Jedi wore were functional thank you." Qui-Gon defended.

"Yeah, and as ugly as a jawa," Roy countered, getting changed.

"I think it wise to do some research in the library, and even find out how much your powers have decreased. That way you can know when you are pushing yourself to far in the future,"

"Fine. Class doesn't start for another 20 minutes anyway." Roy said defeatedly. He sat down and began to meditate, and soon noticed that his entire surroundings changed, and he was in the library again. It wasn't soon after that Qui-Gon appeared beside him.

"Hmm, this it troubling. Prevously, there was an enormous time difference between here and the real world. Now, it has decreased. It seems that you weakening your connection to the force is what caused it. I appears that every minute in the real world is only about 5 minutes here." Qui-Gon said, clearly irritated, "I did warn you."

"Yeah, I know. I didn't really have any other choi-," Roy swirled around, his lightsaber out and ignited. "Did you sense that old man, we are not alone."

"Hmm, It appears my original hypothesis was incorrect then. I sense it, but only faintly. I think it wise we find out whoever else is in here, and quickly."

Roy began to carefully jog along the corridors of books, making sure to keep his guard up. It wasn't long before a red lightsaber went to cut through Roy's neck, only just being stopped by his darksaber. Just as sudden, it disappeared again.

"Well, so the child can sense my presence, how intriguing." A voice echoed throughout the building. "How adept are you in the force though, BOY" The last part was yelled as a large stream of force lightning came at Roy. Roy didn't even falter, and almost laughed, as he held his hand up, collecting the force energy. As soon as the lightning stopped, Roy closed his palm, sparks of electricity crackling around his fist.

"You call me a boy, yet you fight like a lost acolyte. Come out and face me intruder." Roy yelled out.

"INTRUDER! How DARE you call ME the intruder, when it is you that has entered my domain!" The voice called out.

"If it is your domain, then come and face the one who enters then." Roy called out, clearly getting annoyed.

Sure enough, a figure stepped out of the shadows. He was extremely large and well built, armour completely covering him, and a black mask on his face.

"I am tasked to make sure that all who enters this place are worthy. Some how, you were previously shielded from my senses, but now, you have no such luck. Prepare yourself to face the mighty Tulak Hord, master of the sith."

Roy got into a defensive stance, and got himself ready to fight. Tulak Hord immediately attacked, his swings almost throwing Roy off his feet. One large swing from Tulak sent Roy flying back, his lightsaber coming out of his hand. Immediately, Tulak Hord ran at the boy, ready to finish him off. The lightsaber bagan to fall down. At the last second, Roy, used the force to try and push his attacker back. His attack was only partially successful, as the red blade sunk deep into the floor, just between his legs, only just missing him.

"Hmm, so you do have a head on your shoulders. Tulak mused.

Roy instantly got up, and brought his lightsaber back to him, reigniting the black blade. Tulak charged at the boy again, but before he could swing, he found himself being dragged back.

"Run! You are now match for him!" Qui-Gon yelled.

"Hahahaha, so, I thought I sensed a ghost floating around." Tulak laughed. "The boy challenged me, why do you insult him by interfering?"

"The child knows not of who you are. I on the other hand, know all too well. If we are to fight you all out, we would be as children playing with toys compared-"

"Compared to the prowess of the old masters. Hmm, I never knew my words were recorded down." A female voice said. A figure walked up to the side of Tulak Hord.

Roy turned to run, but soon found himself pinned to the wall.

"Not so fast," the newcomer said. "Do you know who I am? I am Darth Traya. One of the most power sith in the ways of the force."

"Stop now, you can. Seen enough, I have." A third voice said, from behind Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon turned his head so fast, he should have gotten whiplash from it. Standing there before him was none other than Yoda.

"The boy, release him you can." Yoda said to Treya.

Clearly annoyed, she complied. Roy dropped back to the floor, staring dumbfounded at the power he could feel emanating from the three people before him.

"Explain this place, I will. Now sit, you must." Qui-Gon immediately complied, knowing that even as a ghost, Yoda would fine some way to make him. Roy was still staring wide mouthed, until he got hit on the shins by the cane in Yoda's hand, forcing him to comply.

"Years ago, dying, an old sith sorcerer was. Wise, and full of knowledge, he was, but knew, he did, the little time was left. So, made he did, this place, with his dying breath, containing all of his knowledge. Passed on, it was, from master, to apprentice. Only one rule was made in it. If strong the user was, when passing it on, chosen, they were, to remain, and teach those that came afterward, and to protect, from those unworthy, the knowledge inside. That is why, us three, stuck here we are, and teach you, we will. Tulak, master of the blade, Treya, master of the Force, and I, of the mind, I am master. Usually, spend lifetimes in here, one would. But due to events, limited time is, so harsh your training will be. Foolish you were, hmm? Go, later, we shall begin," Yoda then reached out with his cane, and tapped Roy's forehead with it, forcing him back into the real world. Qui-Gon however, remained.

"To see you, good it is" Yoda said to him. "Protection and guidance he will need, and provide this, you will."

Roy got up, and stretched his sore back. "It's 8:55 you dunce!" Roy heard through the wall.

'Wait' he thought. 'Class start at 9, oh no, I'm going to be late.' Roy bolted out of his room, heading right past team RWBY and JNPR looking out their doors.