AN: May the Forth be with You… and I'm Back… so yeah

Disclaimer: I do not own the How to train your dragon franchise, movie books (official or fanfic) or tv series by Dreamworks, Cressida Cowell or other Fanfiction authors. I sadly do not own Star Wars. I also Don't own Netflix Original Dreamworks Dragons.

Also all clothing or body traits are there to help the story not because I'm a creep, pervert or sexist.

Also I do not approve in underage marriage, and do not think highly of underaged sex. And I am against physical abuse, especially to kids.

I'm still planning on updating at least once a fortnight.

Also for future reference this is an AU meaning characters may go OOC for the use of the story. Also things in Star Wars part will be changed, meaning there may be new force abilities and lightsabers (shows in chapter Prologue Part 1).

I have no medical/mechanical/engineering training or qualification, so somethings may not be right, and I cannot see into the future to know about the possible future medical equipment.

Warning there is some coarse language in this fanfic, also this fanfic is rated 'M'/notified to have explicit scenes. These scenes will most likely be battles, injuries, coarse language and 'hinting'.

Armour Classes

Armour - All armour and Helmets looks like Mandalorian armour + Class

Stoker class- bright orange armour signifying stoker class armour -meaning he his armour his more fire resistant than others

People: Snotlout

Boulder class - bumpy and like a bludgeon adding more resistance to damage and adding more blunt force, coloured light brown.

People: Gobber, Fishlegs

Tracker class - Blood red armour, enhancements in his helmet amplifying sense of smell, and vision allowing him to see heat

People: Stoick, Asher

Sharp class: sleek and firm fitting, retractable blades on her fore arm and knee caps and on the forehead area of the helmet and at the back of the neck area on the helmet (prevents head locks), and coloured silver.

People: Heather, Valka

Mystery class - Forest green, sleek, has dispenses that allows the suit to be covered in grass, can blend into the environment (invisibility) for a short amount of time

People: Tuffnut and Ruffnut

'Hicca' Thoughts

"Hicca" Speech

Rant over... enjoy!

-YouYou

Chapter 9: Grim Talon's

'Muttonheads', is the only child friendly thought that travelled through my mind, that is currently thinking of ways to seriously punish a total of three individuals and one .

Number one, Snotlout, reason, well he is Snotlout but other than that it was his idea to storm the homestead.

Number two, Fishlegs, reason, could he stop blabbering through my earpiece about how advanced and amazing the tech is here in this home. The duo, Tuffnut and Ruffnut, reason, did they really have to go and ransack the entire home. And lastly Asher, why didn't he see the bigger picture - as usual - of that if he stopped the whole team from causing this entire mess and destroying this home, we would have a better chance of recruiting this Jedi.

Breathing in deeply I tried to think of a way to salvage this situation whilst recruiting an irritated Jedi without having myself or any of my team getting killed or injured, 'because they are going to face my punishments'. Before I can think of something I see Asher motion everyone outside. And poof the rest of the team disappeared out the front door in a mad dash, all I could do is groan and then facepalm when I could hear Snotlout announce, "You are coming with us", and then hearing the drawing of weapons, 'the owner of the house - and possible Jedi - probably declined his order'.

Kicking the floor in annoyance I dashed out the door, to see a cloaked figure pummelling Snotlout, while using the twins as clubs. And then spinning around, and throwing Tuffnut at the sneaking Asher who was preparing to leap on the hooded figure.

I am not amused, and before I could help myself I turned towards the cloaked figure, "Mystery person we are not here to fight you so please stop fighting and give me a second to sort out these barbarians", mystery person turned and gave the slightest nod. Smiling at him gratefully I turned to my squad, took a deep breath and proceeded to put them in line using the only technique I have found that worked, the technique of yelling, "VIKING SQUAD! Calm and collect yourself, and then collect your weapons! Then go check the perimeter for hostiles and think of why attacking the person we are here to ask for help is a bad idea! And Asher stay here." Reluctantly everyone followed my commands fearing my ire, even Snotlout.

The stranger approached me with Asher tailing him and then positioning himself on my left. The stranger spoke in a gruff and slightly robotic voice, "I thank you for your interruption but I do request the reason for why you have raided my home, and who you and Viking Squad are", it was now that Asher seemed to of cooled down and decided to take command.

"I will take it from here Lieutenant", my fist clenched but I nodded and took a step behind my Captain, I can already tell that the stranger noted my annoyance, how Asher is oblivious to my irritation and that he continued on after dismissing me, "Hello stranger, my name is Captain Asher Hofferson, to my right is my second-in-command Lieutenant Heather Horrendous-", his head snapped to me, I could honestly feel his curious gaze on me, my only question is, 'Why is he looking at me is that way, I know it's a bad last name. And why is his gaze so curious… maybe he knows someone with my last name…', "-the person you were pummelling is Sergeant Snotlout Jorgenson, the people you were using to pummel Sergeant Jorgenson is Specialists Tuffnut and Ruffnut Thorston. We are code name 'Viking Squad' and are apart of the-". The stranger raised his hand, which I notice is covered in black fur, and then proceeded to take off his hood.

The face of the stranger is of a black Wookiee, his fur is a pitch of the black that could blend perfectly with the darkness of space, he had acidic, cold, green eyes that seemed to of frozen, showing no happiness or flame of life. 'Wait how could we understand him, he's a Wookiee, a species which humans can't understand. I will have to ask Fishlegs later on how he can speak… or maybe my nieces know something', my thoughts are cut off when I here him speak, "Apart of the Berk resistance I know, I recognise most of your traditional armour", he glance's at me curiously, "My name is Talon Fury, and I already know why you are here. You are here to recruit myself because you have heard I am a Jedi… I am no Jedi, I once was but I was to blinded to see the truth of what had lay in front of me", he looked up with sorrow filled eyes, "My own apprentice realised before myself or the other Jedi masters, what was going to become of our Jedi. I do not deserve to be called a Jedi and there is no place in a Resistance for a lost soul". He stepped back and began to turn to his homestead.

Before my mind could think of a way to argue or protest against Talon's words he stopped walking mid-step and seemingly began to breathe deeply through his nose for a few seconds then his body froze as though he would die if he moved.

On edge I took a step forward to reach Talon. His cloak shuffled indicating he was looking around - or so I thought. As I went to take another step he moved with agile fluid movements, throwing his cloak at Asher and then launching himself in front of me, one hand on my arm to keep myself still I presume, and his other arm is outstretched twirling a cyan blue - almost a vibrant purple- , double bladed lightsaber. My other hand is slowly crawling to my electro staff with the intent of forcibly questioning the Wookiee what in Thor's name he is doing.

But thats when it happened; a hail of red blaster fire impacted the twirling lightsaber, deflecting it back towards a shadow on the surrounding mountains. 'He saved me and Asher. Wait did he just kill those shooters', as soon as that thought entered my brain a haunting laugh echoed throughout the sandy clearing, and then a rough, cocky, voice voiced(?) itself, "Well it seems the rare and legendary mutt survived", a bald man with dark imperial uniform and imperial markings left the shadows with a man clad in only black imperial armour following him a few steps behind, they both have lightsabers and blasters, I notice, the man continued,

"But I guess it's no surprise considering your apprentice, the star Padawan pupil in the Jedi temple, left a few years before Order 66. She probably learnt the ways of a coward from you. I bet the guilt destroys you, from leaving the Jedi Temple for the Empire to destroy, thinking you could of changed something if you hadn't of fled", the bald man is closer to us, and is clearly burly. His shadow looked to be burly but not as built as his commander, I guess off their physique and armour appearances. The man continues, "And I bet you regret never staying close to your weenie apprentice who has probably died now without you, because all you taught her was to be a coward, a weakling, a useless, worthless little girl who could never of achieved anything in her life".

The man smiled and slowly reached for his lightsaber. I looked back to see Talon radiating with Fury, 'Aren't Jedi's meant to be centred with their emotions?', I look back to the mysterious man to expect him to be at least scared or trembling but all I could see was a dark smile slowly growing larger, "it looks like a great Jedi master has broken his values. But don't worry that little corruption of the Jedi code will be forgotten once myself, RYKER Grimborn!, and my cousin Lars Grimborn, inquisitors of the Great Empire kill you and these Berkian Scum. You could say im doing you a favour actually, cleansing you of your guilt".

The only emotion shown on Ryker face when Talon launched himself at him is of pure satisfaction and lust for battle.

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-YouYou