If you couldn't tell, this is a Star Wars and My Hero Academia crossover. It will be an IzuYui (Izuku x Yui) story and it will be a semi slow burn. Sorry if that annoys anyone. Honestly, I struggled with the ship. I was back and forth between Yui, Kyoka and Momo. But ultimately, Yui's quirk worked better for what I have planned for this story. Also, Yui will trade places with Koda and Mineta will not be in UA.
There are 2 main things I want to say before the story starts. First, this is a FanFiction, so some of the character's personalities won't match perfectly to canon. I will try to keep them close though. Second, I'm not a perfect author. No one is. But I will try my best. I appreciate constructive criticism, but don't be dicks about it.
Anyways, the story itself takes place in 2130 ABY (After Battle of Yavin, when A New Hope takes place). The last 2100 years, the galaxy had been thriving, however, since Earthlings are still a young species, the planet has been deemed off limits to the United Republic. Around 2000 ABY, a mysterious Sith Lord arose, with a plethora of Inquisitors to hunt down and destroy the Jedi, undoing all of the work Grand Master Luke Skywalker had done. Soon enough, the Jedi became scarce, and the temples were abandoned for a more rudimentary means of training new Padawans, by finding force sensitive children by chance.
Now that you have some back story, you should be able to understand what's going on. I highly recommend you watch Star Wars if you haven't, but no pressure. Also, I'm not a fan of the sequels, so don't expect anything from that. All of that being said, Kylo Ren's lightsaber is a pretty cool homage to the original lightsaber designs in legends.
Last thing. I do not own Star Wars or MHA. They belong to George Lucas and Kōhei Horikoshi respectively.
Enjoy.
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It's not a secret that Toshinori Yagi was weakening. All his close friends could see it. With the damage caused by All for One, he couldn't maintain his body like he used to. But even still, nothing on the planet could stand head-to-head with him. Or so he thought.
The being in front of him was tall. Not quite as tall as himself, but tall for normal standards. His skin looked like leather and was primarily black with bright yellow markings on his face and arms. His eyes were a burning orange color as if reflecting the flames burning around him. He didn't wear anything too interesting, just some cloth-based pants and overshirt, but there was an odd-looking cylinder clipped to his belt. He oddly resembled a cartoon ninja. But the most notable feature Toshinori could see was the ring of horns sticking out of the top of his head. It was like a crown, each horn being about 3 inches long. Just looking at the being gave him a bad feeling.
"Where is the Jedi?" The creature questioned. It seemed he spoke English, but his accent didn't sound American. It was deep and gravelly, like the grinding of heels on a rocky pathway.
The other heroes around the creature looked confused, whether because of the language barrier or the 'Jedi' that he spoke of. Toshinori stepped forward and spoke.
"We do not know who or what you are talking about. Now tell us who you are and what you are doing here." He boomed. The creature studied him for a moment, then smiled.
"You look exceptionally powerful. Very well. I will humor you. I am Yaban and I hail from a planet called Dathomir. I am looking for another force wielder."
Yaban was grinning at the heroes. It sent shivers down Toshinori's spine. His hair stood on end, but he stood his ground.
"Are you saying you came from space?" He questioned the apparent extraterrestrial. Toshinori wasn't what you would call a genius, but that didn't make him stupid or close-minded. He had always felt they were not alone in the universe. But he also never thought they'd come to Earth.
"That is precisely what I'm saying. Is that melting your feeble mind?" Yaban mused in a taunting tone.
"No. Believe it or not, I figured you were not from Earth when you started to speak terrible English." Toshinori said with a booming laugh. He silently prayed the creature was distracted enough for the rest of the heroes to finish the evacuation.
"Earth. Is that what you call this planet? The rest of the galaxy calls it Terra."
Yaban was still smiling, but the slight edge in his voice implied that he was starting to get annoyed. That worked in Toshinori's favor.
"Hahaha. You did not even bother to consult the people of Earth about what to call the planet? You must think you are above us."
Yaban's grin wavered. He was visibly annoyed now. This was exactly what Toshinori wanted. He might be able to get more information out of him if he kept throwing him off balance.
"Your planet doesn't get a say. You're technologically inferior. You can't get a ship farther than the 4th planet in your system even when you have everything you need on the planet to do so." The alien snapped, with a low growl in his throat.
"Then why bother coming here if you hate it so much?" Toshinori questioned.
"An enemy of mine escaped me, and I need to find him. I've tracked him here to this backwater planet, to this city and as I was landing someone blew my ship to pieces." Yaban responded. Toshinori knew he was telling the truth.
"How did you survive?"
"I am not built as feebly as your species. I can survive in the vacuum of space for 30 standard minutes. The heat of the explosion was nothing." Yaban boasted. He seemed quite full of himself.
"You may be durable, but that doesn't mean you are stronger than us. Everyone has a weakness." Toshinori stated. He hoped that was true.
"Even you?" Yaban snarled. "You with tough guy routine and the 'I am better than you attitude'? Everyone here looks at you with admiration. But me? I see your weakness. You hide it well, but for someone who's been doing this a long time, I see right through you."
This caught Toshinori off guard. He didn't think anyone would notice. But he did. The question was, how? He knew lately he'd been sure to protect his weaker points during fights, but only an expert analyst could figure that out. One on par with his former sidekick. Unknowingly, and almost instinctively, he covered his left side. The creature chuckled at this.
"Your body knows it's in danger, even if your mind doesn't. Almost as if you had a sixth sense, hm?" Yaban said tauntingly.
Toshinori vaguely recalled a conversation with his mentor about the previous wielders of his quirk. One of which had a quirk that relied on instinct. Maybe One for All was more than it seemed.
He was shaken from his thoughts when another hero charged at the Extra-Terrestrial being. He seemed to have enough of the standoff. He never made it within 15 feet of his target. Yaban had sensed the hero's impatience and waited until he hit the point of no return. He reached out his hand and lifted the newbie hero into the air. The hero struggled all the way up. The hero grabbed at his throat as if being choked by an invisible hand. Yaban laughed as he snapped his fist shut. There was a resounding crack, and the hero fell limp on the ground. Toshinori knew he was dead.
"Stupid pests. Should have just left me alone to search for my quarry. Now you shall all pay!" The alien roared.
In a flash, Yaban appeared next to Best Jeanist and threw him into a building. Endeavor was next, being slammed into the melted asphalt. Hawks was ripped from the air and grabbed by the throat. Yaban started to squeeze.
Toshinori knew he had to do something or Hawks was going to be killed. Charging his power to 100% he raced toward his opponent.
"Detrooiiittt Smaaashhh!"
He struck the creature and sent him flying down the street. Toshinori checked on Hawks. Thankfully, the rank 3 hero was still alive, just unconscious. Toshinori looked towards where he punched Yaban. For a moment, he saw nothing and thought his adversary was down for the count. He turned to start helping his comrades.
"You almost had me there."
Toshinori turned back fast. Yaban had survived, though was definitely hurt. There was blood leaking from his mouth, nose, and ears. A few of his horns were broken, and it looked like so was his arm. Before Toshinori could respond the alien spoke again.
"If I hadn't taken the life force of that weakling, I probably would have died. But unfortunately for you, I did not. And now, I'll kill you and everyone else until I find my prey."
With that, Yaban detached the cylinder from his belt and pressed a button. The air lit up crimson red as a blade of pure energy sprang to life. The plasma blade crackled and sparked as if imperfect. The alien pressed another button and the cylinder produced a plasma cross guard. It seemed to act as an exhaust port, pushing the excess energy out to prevent the whole thing from imploding.
Yaban started to approach Toshinori quickly. There was no way to block the blade. It would cut straight through him. So instead Toshinori readied himself to strike too, at the sacrifice of his own life. If he was going down, he would make sure this vile alien did too. Yaban drew closer and closer, poised to take out Toshinori's arm.
The strike never came. Instead, in front of the Number 1 pro hero stood another person, blocking the alien with a sapphire blue plasma blade.
The person in front of him was about 6 feet tall and wore a dark brown cloak that went down to his ankles. A hood covered the figure's head, so Toshinori couldn't tell the gender of the individual. But if he had to hazard a guess, Toshinori would say it was a male, based on the build of the person. The plasma blade differed from the alien's. Instead of sparking and crackling, the blade was straight. It hummed a repetitive, almost calming note.
The air around the two was tense and smelled a bit like singed hair. The creature looked gleeful. They separated, both jumping backward and starting to pace a circle around each other.
"Finally. My quarry has arrived. What was it that drew you out, my Jedi?" Yaban asked.
"What do you want from me?" The man asked. His voice was deep and rich, like honey.
"It's not what I want. It's what my master wants." Yaban answered.
"You mean the Sith Lord? You're not even his real apprentice. You are his lap dog." The man replied.
"Watch your tongue boy. Or I'll carve it out of your head." Yaban was angry now.
"Why? You know it's true. You're only useful as long as there are Jedi to hunt. And after we're all dead, your 'master' will dispose of you." The man's tone was somewhere between taunting and monotonous. Toshinori could tell there was truth in that statement.
"You're so pretentious. Why don't you make this easier and submit. You can be an Inquisitor and serve my master too." The alien pleaded.
"No. I refuse to be another lackey under a Sith Lord's thumb. I am a Jedi." The man responded with conviction.
"Fine, then you will die by my hands."
With that, Yaban lunged toward the man, bringing his red plasma blade down on his head. The man deflected the blow and countered with a jab to the left. Yaban was just barely able to block it before the next swing came.
The two danced in combat, matching blow-for-blow for 20 minutes. Toshinori could barely keep up with them. It was as if all you could see were the silhouettes between the flashes of red and blue. But it was all a one-sided battle. Yaban was barely keeping up, and the mysterious Jedi was just getting faster and faster.
The duel finally came to its end when Yaban fell for the feint. The man looked as if he were going to jab on the right but spun backward and sliced right through the hilt of the alien's plasma blade and across his torso. At first, Yaban just stood there, motionless. But after a few seconds, he wobbled and fell apart, each half going in a different direction. There was no blood. The wound was cauterized instantly. The Jedi picked up the pieces of the broken plasma blade and put them in the small satchel at his waist.
"He must have cracked his Kyber Crystal. What a waste of Midichlorians." He spoke softly to himself. Toshinori could barely hear him.
"Excuse me, young man. But can you tell me what's going on right now? I'm having trouble understanding what I've seen tonight." Toshinori asked.
"Huh? Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. Give me a second to take care of the body and I'll give you a rundown."
The man spoke in fluent Japanese, though had a slightly northern American accent. His hood covered the top half of his face, but from what Toshinori could tell, the man was slightly tanned and had a fairly defined jawline.
He watched as the man levitated both halves of the deceased alien to one of the larger flames burning in the street. He dropped the body in and the flame sparked and crackled. The smell of burning flesh wafted in the air. The man muttered quickly, and in a language Toshinori couldn't understand. But he knew it wasn't of Earthly origin. The man turned back towards the Number 1 hero.
"Come with me, All Might. We have much to discuss."
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They sat on a rooftop overlooking the destroyed street, watching as Police Officers, Firefighters and Ambulances did their best to clean up. It was quick work getting the other heroes up and ensuring they weren't hurt too bad. There were only a few casualties, all of them but the dead hero coming from the initial crash of the spacecraft. Too much of which was destroyed to study properly.
Toshinori Yagi had the feeling this man was trustworthy and reverted back to his normal state. He was much thinner than he was weeks ago. Due to his catastrophic battle with his mortal enemy, he couldn't properly take care of his body. Most of his respiratory and digestive systems were destroyed beyond repair, and his life span was cut down significantly.
Toshinori looked toward the other man on the rooftop. He was perched on the ledge, overlooking the city. His attire was strange. He had some sort of armor on. He wore a metal plate on his chest painted with a green stripe down the left side, a shoulder guard on each side, half-plated greaves on his forearms and biceps, a half guard resting on his outer thighs, and shin guards. Underneath was a simple black two-piece nylon undershirt and pants, all topped off with black combat boots and a dark robe. The hood of the robe was down, and Toshinori could see his face. It could only be described as regal. The man had very dark hair and a fairly sharp jawline. He had a few freckles splashed across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. But the man's most notable feature was his almost glowing emerald-colored eyes. And even though he'd just been through a trying battle, the man looked at peace.
The man inhaled deeply and turned towards the current Symbol of Peace, sliding off the ledge in a way that he remained leaning against it.
"I know you have a lot of questions. But I'm sort of on a time limit and will not be able to answer everything, so let's start with the more important ones."
"Okay then. May I have your name, please?" Toshinori asked.
"I have two. My birth name, and my Earth name. Which do you want?" The man replied.
"Earth, please. I have a feeling the other won't matter much." Toshinori said thoughtfully.
"My adopted Earth name is Hisashi Midoriya. Would you like me to call you All Might, or something else?"
"My name is Toshinori Yagi, but just Toshinori is fine. I have a slight disdain for honorifics. And I'm not on duty, so no need to refer to my hero name."
"Well then Toshinori, what would you like to know?" Hisashi asked.
Toshinori had to think. There were so many questions in his head, that picking just one seemed impossible. So he settled on a broad question, hoping to get extra information.
"You are not from Earth. Where are you from?"
"I'm from a planet called Mandalore. It's quite a distance from here. I'm actually 1 of 3 Mandalorian Jedi." Hisashi responded.
"What is a Jedi? And how come there are so few Mandalorian ones?" Toshinori questioned.
"Your second question is easier. Mandalorians have always been a warrior race, and because of that, we've always been at odds with the Jedi. So as you can imagine, being a Mandalorian Jedi is kind of a bad omen. For most of my life, I've been an outcast. The Galaxy looks at a Mandolorian without a helmet in Jedi robes and all they can see is an abomination." Hisashi had said. There was a hint of anger in his voice, however, it was masked well.
"So because you're a Mandalorian, you can't be a Jedi?" Toshinori questioned.
"That's how the galaxy feels on the matter. But anyways, as for the other question, I guess the simplest answer is a Jedi is a being who can connect to and manipulate the living energy we call, The Force. It's essentially an invisible entity that surrounds and encompasses all things, living and nonliving." Hisashi explained.
"Can anyone be a Jedi?" Toshinori asked the man.
"No. Only those with a high enough Midichlorian count are able to be one. But there are actually three types of known force users. One being a Jedi, like myself. One being a Sith, like the man I just killed. And the last being a Night Sister, which little is known about. But supposedly, they're extinct. Personally, I feel like there are others out there, but that is what my master told me."
"So what distinguishes a Jedi from a Sith? Is the training different? Or do they have different abilities?" Toshinori asked the man.
"Yes actually. There is a massive difference in the training, and we do have different abilities. As a Jedi, we are all taught through patience and discipline, we can master The Force. Sith are trained to use their hatred and anger to bend it to their will. And I have never met a Night Sister, based on what legends tell us, they're frighteningly powerful. They rely mostly on the dark side of The Force though." Hisashi explained. He paused and took a breath before continuing. "As for the abilities, there are way too many to list. Different force sensitives can do different things. Though not all of them have a special ability like me."
"So then what abilities do you have?"
"My special ability is premonition. I can see events before they transpire, but the trade-off is that I can only see moments of time called pillars, which are moments that cannot be altered. Other than that, I can use the basic abilities that all force users wield, like telekinesis, increased strength and agility, and precognition."
"I'm confused. You said that you had premonition and precognition. Aren't they the same thing?" Toshinori asked.
"Not really. Precognition is basically like a 6th sense in battle. You can't actually see the future, but you can predict your opponent's moves." Hasashi responded.
Toshinori walked over beside the man and peered over the ledge. The clean-up was pretty much finished, which meant he was finally able to go home. Not that he was stuck there to begin with. Toshinori just liked to oversee the after-battle reparations and ensure that there were no lingering threats.
"I think I get it," Toshinori said. "I won't say I completely understand everything, but I think I know enough to trust you. I've been out too long. I do have one more question though."
"Of course. Ask away." Hisashi said kindly.
"Why did you come here?"
That was a loaded question. One that even Hisashi didn't have a good answer for. What had told him to come to this planet? Was it The Force, or something else entirely? Toshinori's gaze was piercing as he watched the man think about his answer.
"I honestly don't know. Yes, it's an out-of-the-way planet, deep in the outer rim. And it's true that there's a hands-off policy on it until you're able to figure out how to get out of your system, but that's not why I came here. I was just.. pulled to this planet." Hisashi answered honestly.
His face still held a slightly confused expression. Toshinori sighed heavily. Things on the street were completely back to normal now, and the last fire truck was leaving the seem. It really did look like nothing ever happened. If Toshinori wasn't there to witness the events himself, he'd have a hard time believing anything that had happened.
"Well, looks like it's time for me to head back. I've been out longer than I intended to." Hisashi said, breaking the hero out of his thoughts.
"Got someone waiting for you?" Toshinori mused.
"Yeah, something like that. I left my son with a friend and told them I'd be quick about it."
"Oh. I see. I guess we're more similar than I had thought. I have a 6-year-old daughter and wife who are expecting me home soon. Though, between you and me, my little girl is exceptionally rambunctious." Toshinori said.
"Yeah. Kids are all over the place. Just wait until she turns 8. She's gonna be able to wreak twice the havoc." Hisashi said chuckling.
"I am not looking forward to that. But anyways, I'm going to get out of here now. Thank you for answering my questions. It was nice to meet you, Hisashi Midoriya." Toshinori said, holding his hand out toward the other man.
"The pleasure is mine, Toshinori Yagi. And thank you for listening. I hope we get the chance to speak again. But until then, may The Force be with you." Hisashi replied, grabbing the hero's hand in a firm handshake.
Toshinori simply nodded and started walking to the roof access door. Grabbing the handle, he stopped.
"Hey, I forgot to ask, would you like..."
Toshinori turned to see nobody there.
"Guess not then." He said with a smile.
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Getting out of the silver SUV, Toshinori looked up at the quaint, two-story suburban house in front of him. The outside panels were soft teal in color, with maroon shutters on all of the windows. The front door was the same color maroon and held a welcome sign with the family name underneath. There was a side path that led to the medium-sized backyard and it, along with the rest of the property was surrounded by a tall, black metal fence. Toshinori made his way to the front door, physically and mentally preparing himself for the chewing out his wife was going to give him.
As soon as he stepped in the front door, a flash of blonde just about tackled him to the ground. He looked down and saw the familiar bright smile of his daughter shining up at him.
"Daddy! I missed you!"
"I missed you too, my little Izumi." Toshinori said.
He reached down and picked her up, as she giggled softly. He walked to the living room with her perched on his hip. The television was on, playing an older cartoon. Toshinori set the young girl on the couch and walked to the kitchen to greet his wife.
"So you're finally home?"
The #1 hero was greeted by the sight of his wife leaning against the counter, with a slow-spinning kitchen knife floating in the air above her open palm.
"I'm sorry Inko. I really am. But the battle was longer than I thought it was going to be. And you know that I can't leave the area without overseeing the cleanup. Besides, something important sidetracked me." Toshinori said.
She just stared at him. He took this time to look at her. She was beautiful. She had black hair with forest green highlights, which framed her rounded face. She had a small button nose and full lips, with a small beauty mark just below her left eye. Her body was short, but well toned, with c-cup breasts and a round butt. But her eyes always captivated him. They were forest green, just a shade darker than her highlights, and always showed her emotions.
Inko just sighed at her husband. The knife stopped spinning and dropped into her hands. She turned and put the knife in the sink, and felt Toshinori's arms wrapped around her torso.
"I'm sorry I worried you, my love." Toshinori whispered. She turned in his grasp to hug him back.
"It's not your fault. You were just doing your job. I just fear for your safety. Especially after that incident a few weeks ago. I don't want to lose you to the same curse that took my mother." Inko said. Toshinori could feel the tears falling down his chest.
"I know my dear. Just.. wait until I find my successor. Then I'll retire. I promise."
Inko looked up at the man. And stood on her tip toes to kiss him. Toshinori returned the kiss with the same passion, their lips molding together almost perfectly. After a few moments, they separated, a small sigh escaping Inko's lips. Toshinori just chuckled.
"So, what happened?" Inko asked with a slight blush on her face.
"Not now. Wait until Izumi goes to bed." Toshinori responded seriously.
They both looked into the living room, seeing their daughter bouncing up and down on the couch with a small hero plushie. The couple chuckled and looked back at each other.
"What do you say to some family time?" Toshinori asked his wife.
"Lead the way, dear." She giggled.
They made their way to the couch hand in hand, absorbed in the moment, not bothering to worry about anything else the rest of the night.
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So, a few big things happened.
First, All Might's fight with AFO happened a bit earlier than in Canon.
Second, he is married to Inko, who is the daughter of Nana Shimura. And Izumi will take the place of Izuku in Class 1-A, but I will not give her One for All.
Third, this book will follow a lot of Canon storylines and ideas, but I think I know exactly who will receive All Might's quirk. It'll definitely be a shock.
The next chapter will be a huge time skip, so be warned.
Anyways, enjoy. Ciao.