As usual, a new idea that was floating around the ol' noggin for the last few weeks or so. I've been playing SWTOR and as many of you may know, I have a certain liking for certain Legends characters, such as Revan. So, I had an idea that was kind of out of the ordinary.

As you may or may not know, there's a side-novel in the My Hero Academia universe called "Vigilantes" which follows another set of characters that are, as the title suggests, vigilantes who look out for their neighborhood whose main character is a hypothetical Deku if Deku had a low-level Quirk instead of none, or at least that's how the author portrayed it. But that as an aside, my thought was, what if Revan was a well-respected vigilante in the MHA universe who no one knows what he looked like and the populace loved him just as much as the mainline Heroes out there? Said popularity, the absolute devastating power of the Force, and anonymity make him a virtual ghost making it impossible to arrest him for vigilantism. This is the result of that idea that popped into my head.

This little pilot of a story will take place during the incident at the training facility in the first season of the anime. I'm not going to delve into large spoilers for the newer seasons as I personally haven't had the time to read them or watch them yet, so be kind and reciprocate that professional courtesy my way.

Title: The Revanchist of Mustufu [not final]

Rating: T – T+ as needed for violence or fictional, made-up curse words (see the Star Wars lexicon for that list of "swear" words).

Pairing(s): None planned for Revan.

Summary: When the two separated halves of Revan rejoined, he expected to just be sent into the Netherworld of the Force; but the Whills, a borderline godlike entity, confronts him and tells him that his work isn't done, that he is needed somewhere else as a hero once more. So, he is dropped in a city with superpowered humans with nothing more than two kyber crystals and the clothes on his back in the body of his younger self. How will the jedi turned sith turned jedi turned grey Force user live in this world filled with heroes?

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my desktop. My Hero Academia belongs to Kohei Horikoshi and Shonen Jump, and Star Wars belongs to Disney. I only own this insane idea. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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Revan had been known by many names. Too many to the point where he had forgotten his own birthname and stuck with the title that had been granted to him by Vitiate, as much as he hated the man, Revan. He knew who he was. He was a Jedi Knight turned Sith Lord turned Jedi Master and hero of the Republic turned bisected specter who was both sane and insane at the same time. With the help of his descendant and his companions, his two spiritual halves were able to be reunited once again creating perfect balance within himself. But he had expected to have his consciousness rejoin the Netherworld of the Force, fading away to nothingness. That is how all entities in the Force faded (with few exceptions, of course). However, he was still him. He could remember all aspects of his life, sans his name, with perfect clarity.

"We can explain that," an ethereal voice that sounded neither male nor female but sounded like a legion of voices combined into one.

"Who are you?" Revan asked the void.

"We are the Whills."

"The Whills?" The name did sound familiar to Revan but from where?

"We are the closest things to gods of this universe," they started to explain.

"But gods don't-." But Revan was interrupted.

"You wield the Force. An ability that allows you access to abilities seen as godlike or magic. Abilities that some try to use science to explain as best they can, but only have a rudimentary understanding." This immediately shut Revan up. "We are the collective consciousness of all beings connected to the Force who have passed from the world of the living to the next. All their memories and experiences shape the whole. You would have joined us if it weren't for a task we have for you."

"A task?" Revan asked. That entire information dump was a lot and the last part pulled him out of it.

"Yes. Another universe's most populated planet needs our help. Your help."

"What will you have me do?"

"There is an entity there whose name is hidden but his signature is just as dark as any Sith Lord you have faced before. Like Vitiate. It wishes to consume all life given the chance. You will be sent as you are to build up a force capable of defeating it with your leadership in battle tactics and learned skills of Battle Meditation from your late wife."

The mentioning of his wife did sadden him, but he had a task in front of him. "How long will I have?"

"This dark force is building an army of his own which will take time to find generals that closely fit with his ideology of subjugation and control; those unwilling to betray him. It will be a few solar cycles before he has what he needs alongside an army of disposable grunts. You must do the same. However, challenges will face you along the way that will impede this task."

"Impede?"

"Like in your former life with your Jedi Council during the Mandalorian Wars, the powers that be have morals and ideas that they live by and force others to live by, even if it is to their own society's detriment."

"To their detriment?"

"Yes, however, our time grows short and the window to send you to this other realm is closing. Will you accept this task?"

Revan mulled over this proposal in front of him. It wasn't like he had anything to live for anymore. His life had ended three times over. His wife was long since joined the Force. Meetra had also since joined with the rejoining of his two halves. His descendants had their own lives and didn't need a meddling old man trying to dictate their life paths. But now, he had a new potential purpose presented to him. "I will do it."

"Prepare yourself, Revan. This new life path presented to you will have its perils but with perils lie rewards beyond them. May the Force be with you."

Revan didn't get a chance to respond before the dark void filled with a bright white light and he found himself in a dark alley in clothing that appeared to look like a much different style than his descendants saw him wear. He felt a lump in his pocket and pulled out two kyber crystals, purple and red. A symbol of his walking a muddled path following neither Jedi nor Sith, but his own path towards a better future. For better or for ill.

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Six years had passed since Revan entered this world, reborn from the ashes of his old self by the Whills. The first thing he did was assess his surroundings and new 'home' as it were. He was gifted the language of this world, but not how to read it. It was called Japanese and the country he had resided in was subsequently called Japan. The city he found himself in was Mustufu. The initial shock of being on a planet that was only barely exploring their planetary neighbors (which held no life) alongside with the citizenry using mostly ground-based travel passed relatively quickly. Mostly because it was irrelevant to his goal. It would be annoying, but he'd learn how to cope and work around it in no time.

Another bit of cultural shock was the citizenry. They came in all shapes and sizes. After some intelligence gathering by watching public television which covered the history of their society, he learned the reason why. Quirks.

Quirks were the physical manifestation of superhuman abilities. They could range anywhere from useful but niche (like being able to see in the dark with perfect clarity), to absolute destruction (like being able to summon flames like he had seen done by an individual named Endeavor), to uselessness (like being able to just glow in the dark). Some of these powers manifested in strange ways as well. Some actually changed to meet their powers. For example, an individual named Cementoss looked like a block of permacrete and could use permacrete as an ability to subdue criminals. It was then he learned the three sides of the law: the heroes, the villains, and the vigilantes.

The heroes were essentially superpowered police who handled other superpowered villains who broke the law. Then there were the vigilantes; those who acted upon their own volition and morals. They operate in secret and use multiple ways of making identification extremely difficult if not impossible depending on their abilities. They were lawbreakers and were arrested regardless of how much good they did for their communities that they believe were missing from the actions of the Pro Heroes. The Pro Heroes, of course, are employed by agencies and sponsored by many corporations for pay. Revan saw it as abhorrent as he saw many doing it for fame and fortune rather than those who legitimately wanted to help and protect. Those like the Vigilantes.

The first thing he did was commit petty theft for a few thousand of this country's currency: yen. A trivial task for one who used the Force, but he memorized the license's name and address; he would return the funds twofold. After some conversion rates, he figured out the true value of it and was appalled. Gold was a universal metal and was used in everything from electronics to actual currency. One gram was worth 5616 yen, and one loaf of bread was worth 100. While foodstuffs were relatively affordable, he had enough money to maybe last a week on a single meal a day from the fast-food establishments in the area that catered to low-cost meals. This would not do.

Using his instincts, cunning, and a little bit of spycraft, he found where he needed to be to make big money. He caught a ride on a means of public transport, the subway, to the city of Kamurocho and found the gambling dens run by the criminal underworld. One mind trick let him inside without any issues. Several hours later, premonitions in the Force, and playing ever so carefully he walked away with several million yen in profits. There had been some members of the gambling den who wanted to recoup their losses but found themselves knocked out cold. He didn't want to reveal himself or bring any unwanted attention, not while he didn't have a base of operations and a way to actually operate.

He found himself back in Mustufu and worked with the underground to provide himself identification and a history in the governmental systems to allow him to purchase property and a front. It was a simple electronics retail and repair store. In his former life as a Jedi – the first time around – he was a gifted mechanic and electronics dabbler. After all, those skills did give birth to HK-47, his crowning achievement in droid creation to the point where HK was still around looking for him hundreds of years after he had disappeared. Dedication like that was something he admired in his creations.

His shop was part of a carefully formed persona. People believed his quirk was that of repair so he found himself in the good graces of many heroes part of smaller agencies or even those going solo but associated with others. This allowed him to use the art of social networking and manipulation to gain valuable information and build trust and inroads with industry leaders that others may not have been able to get their hands on. Things such as bleeding-edge technology. Within a year he had gathered the parts needed to rebuild his twin lightsabers.

Then came his costume to hide his identity. He wasn't associated with anyone or any agency, he was to be what this world considered a vigilante. He went back to the familiar: his outfit from when he was a Sith Lord. It kept his identity secret and unless you actually knew who was there you would never know. He reforged the mask of the Mandalorians that he had stolen on the battlefield so many years ago and sewed his robes combining the best technologies he had access to. Bulletproof plates and weaves in his chest plate and robes as well as his cloak. Fireproof materials that many of the firefighters wore but much cooler and lighter. Stab-proof weaves that would require effort to the levels of being borderline absurd to get through. Once happy with everything he went hunting.

Over the next five years, he built a reputation in the vigilante underworld as well as amongst heroes and villains alike. He'd spare some and kill others who did evil. No one knew why, but he knew. He could sense in their minds those who were redeemable and those who were irredeemable. Those who could repent for their transgressions he'd leave beaten and bloody – sometimes with a missing cauterized limb or two – others that would never repent for their actions would be dealt with swiftly, brutally, or with borderline sadistic ends. He only reserved the latter for those who met the requirements for being unrepentant killers themselves.

Many heroes and villains tried to capture him (the heroes to imprison him, the villains to torture him for the slaughter of their brethren in arms), but they all failed. He was a ghost and he was very careful to cover his tracks to the point where he rebuilt HK-47 and specialized him as an electronics warfare droid first and foremost to keep any image of him off the internet. All weapons and armor were hidden in a place that could only be unlocked in his home with the Force itself. Even if someone suspected him and wanted to search his residence and business, they'd be unable to find anything apart from the persona he carefully crafted with a false name and identity. They were civilians fighting a never-ending war against those who continually escalated the situation. He was a general who had fought and won wars through extreme tenacity, planning, and foresight. The Force helped as well.

Today though, Revan felt a major disturbance in the Force. He used a technique that made those around him not see him as he walked towards the USJ, a special building used for training for the UA High School's heroes which in and of itself was borderline the size of a small town in real estate. He walked inside without anyone noticing, walking right past students and a pro hero named Thirteen. Meanwhile, beneath him, a battle raged on between an adult and a monstrosity. A literal black spot in the Force. It was then he saw the man that was fighting the beast be beaten to a pulp, well almost a pulp; the monster stopped while the boy behind him grandstanded.

It was a waste of time. Get the job done if you're going to execute someone. Revan made that moment to reveal himself.

"Who are you!" the boy with a bunch of hands all over his body asked. Revan looked around at the body of villains that were around him. The grunts, they could be redeemed, most of them at least. Their essences were tainted but not blacked beyond the point of no return.

"How did he get past us without anyone noticing?" a student asked behind him.

Revan didn't say a thing as he slowly started down the steps. Slowly. Methodically. Ominously. He felt the fear radiate off from a few of the grunts starting to warily walk in his direction. "Some of you know who I am," Revan started. His deep voice echoed across the now still battlefield. "Surrender and your lives will be spared. Fight me, and your lives will be forfeit."

He could already hear the mutterings of the students behind him. "He wouldn't do that, would he? He's a hero."

"He doesn't look like any hero I've heard of," another stated.

But Izuku knew who this was. He was by far one of the more infamous vigilantes out there. He only targeted villains and seemed to leave some alive and sometimes brutalized, others he killed without a second thought. He was the most elusive vigilante as no member of the law had been able to find him, let alone stop him. He had a quirk that no one had been able to quantify before.

"What are you mobs waiting for, kill him!" the boy shouted.

One grunt gathered the courage. He didn't believe anything the rumors said about this vigilante. As he ran to plant a spike into him, he felt the mask balefully stare him in the face. "You've killed for the sake of pleasure. In fact, killing a couple leaving their child an orphan and you feel no remorse," Revan said as factually as he did with disgust as he probed the man through the Force and the man's eyes widened in horror.

'How did he know?' He hadn't told a soul except for the boy they agreed to fight for. A cylinder entered Revan's hand and he ignited it, the sound of the lightsaber's snap-hiss filling the arena and with one stroke bisected the man in two at the waist. Revan left the lightsaber ignited and the man took two more steps before his two halves separated and he fell to the ground, soon to be dead.

"Pathetic," Revan said with spite. "May your name be the mud underneath others' boots." He then walked closer and ignited his other lightsaber. The royal purple is joined by the baleful red. He looked to the others. "Fight me if you wish, you will join him in death." He let them drag behind him, their tips dragging into the concrete creating molten tracks in it as he slowly walked.

Everyone was in shock. The villains expected a fight, sure, but they expected to walk out of there with their lives while maybe taking a few heroes with them regardless of their actions. The heroes because no hero ever killed. But Revan wasn't a hero, not by their terms, he was a general.

"Nomu, kill him," the boy with hands ordered.

Revan immediately felt a warning in the Force and ducked out of the way as a fist tried to connect with him, only to miss. With one flick of his wrist, the beast's hand fell to the ground leaving said beast staring at the charred stump. It was more out of curiosity rather than shock which horrified Revan. He knew of several species in his wider galaxy that actually could turn off their pain receptors and to a human, it was disturbing to the very core of his being. He felt the Force scream at him again and jumped back as the other arm tried to swing at him. It was a good thing he did as the fist collided with the concrete and caused a small crater.

Revan looked the beast in the eye and saw something in the Force, something in the back of the creature's mind that was screaming in agony: the remnants of a person's soul. "I'm sorry for what happened to you," Revan said as he extinguished both of his blades and let the Force flow through him. "May you find peace in the beyond." Without waiting, everyone felt their hair stand on end. The one member of the hero class recognized immediately what it was.

Revan channeled the dark side and unleashed a torrent of Force lightning at the creature called Nomu. While it was a massive, reinforced creature, its body still obeyed the laws of biomechanics. Muscles locked up as current ran through it. The lightning destroyed every cell on a molecular level. Revan could feel it start to regenerate, but kept pushing more through it. He looked on as the creature essentially turned to dust in front of him, leaving nothing more than an empty skeleton behind. It had taken a whole ten minutes to get to that point. While this had been happening, the heroes that had been summoned by the classmate that escaped arrived to see this overwhelming display of power. Revan turned his attention to the boy and the remainder of his army. They had seen their trump card be destroyed by a man who wasn't even its original purpose of being.

"You're not one of these casual trash mobs, are you?" the boy with hands asked.

"I know what your true master is," Revan revealed instantly getting him and the ghastly one's attention. "I know what he intends to do, and I intend to stop it."

"And what makes you think you'll be able to do it?"

"I've fought men who've commanded entire armies numbering in the hundreds of thousands. Fought against Sith Lords commanding entire empires. You've never fought anyone like me. I am Revan."

"Get him!" the boy ordered.

[Battle scene skipped, for now].

The battle was over and the villains not completely demolished by Revan were sent packing with the ghastly one with a teleportation quirk. With all enemy hostiles eliminated in one way, shape, or form he extinguished his blades and clipped them to his belt. He turned to leave but found heroes waiting for him at the staircase. "Stand aside, my battle is not with you," Revan ordered.

"You're a vigilante, you will be taken in," All Might countered. Revan smirked under his mask. He knew the people in front of him were powerful, very powerful. But they were no match for the power of the Force.

"Our goals align much more than you may believe, All Might."

"I don't see how maiming and killing villains make us in alignment."

"I do not speak of them," Revan replied mysteriously, "but that of your former master and his great enemy." All Might's eyes widened. "Yes, you know of who I speak of."

"How do you know of this?" All Might accused.

"Why haven't you told your colleagues?" Revan countered with a cock of his head. "The coming battle draws near where your fate will be put at odds with your ideals and your successor like you were to your master before you will be forced to finish the job. The enemy will escalate and retaliate with brute force where their forces will take many innocent lives. Lives that due to your laws cannot defend themselves lest they themselves be imprisoned." He walked up to All Might. Despite him being shorter by over a head he was still beyond intimidating, an aura of power radiating off of him. "These individuals and organization you're about to face are not some wildcards, but an organized army with one goal: your destruction. Tell me, oh hero, will you be willing to sacrifice your ideals to stop an enemy that only wishes for your, and my other innocents', deaths?" When there was no reply he left, but no one made a move to attack him. "Some wise words to leave you with: there are some things in the universe so vile, so evil, the warrior does not seek to understand them. He only seeks to destroy them."

With that, his cloak billowing behind him, he left the USJ and vanished into thin air with his technique. No one stopped him.

War was coming, would they be ready? Revan hoped he would be.

To be continued…?

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And with that, another story concept is complete. I really wanted to show the battle, but I couldn't make it work in my mind right, so I skipped to the end where the confrontation with Revan and All Might was. I don't have much else to say about this idea, other than this is in the extremely early stages of concept.

On to other projects. I'm still working on a few new ideas. Likely in the next few weeks you may see a "test" chapter. This is mostly to explore a scene from an idea that I came across (will be explained when that time comes) that I really want to just write out. It sounds really cool in my head and I really want to write it up. If it turns out well, I might make a longer pilot surrounding the greater idea of it. I'm still working on the backlog and I really hope to get more ideas out, this was one of those ideas on backlog.

IRL stuff, nothing has changed since the last installment. Other projects, still working on them as well. The latter part here doesn't have a whole lot to speak about this time around.

But that's all I have for now. Leave me feedback in the usual places. If you want to leave me an anon tip, addresses are in my bio. I'll see you in whatever I decide to put out next.