Disclaimer: I don't own Kamen Rider or Star Wars! KR belongs to Ishinomori Shotaro and Toei, and SW belongs to Lucas!

AN: Now, you're all probably wondering, "Raika, how the heck can you have a crossover with Kamen Rider and Star Wars?" Well, if you haven't read my other stories, I'll tell you my answer: a creative imagination. Just add some certain elements of Kamen Rider (*cough* Cyborgs!) and apply it to the Star Wars universe... Yes, I'm insane with creativity. It's nothing new.

Well, here it is!

The twin suns of Tatooine were placed on the horizon of the barren landscape, a place filled with the Tusken Raiders and Jawas in their Sand Crawlers. However, there was something else in the desert in the form of a small homestead outside of city of Mos Eisley. The home was built in a style similar to the Lars Homestead, since it was built on a crater that happened to act as the courtyard with various rooms built underground. On the other end of the crater was the garage that held a land speeder, while on the

Standing outside of the home was a man staring at the setting sun. The man was in his early thirties with tanned skin, and brown hair that had a bang over his green eyes. The man wore a blue, tattered robe over his white shirt and brown pants. There were those who stared at the setting suns and only thought of misery, but he had a different opinion. 'Beautiful,' he thought.

"DAD!" a voice cried out.

The man turned his gaze of the setting suns to the owner of the voice standing at the domed entrance of his home. It was a child was about ten years old with fair skin, and messy, brown hair that had a bang over his green eyes. He wore his typical outfit comprised of a blue shirt and matching pants. "It's getting dark," the boy stated. "And you know what that means?"

The man couldn't help but smile. "Yes, I do, son. I'll be with you in a minute."

Yawning, the boy nodded before he walked through the domed entrance and into the underground house. The man was about to follow the boy, when he felt a sudden presence behind him. The man immediately turned around to see six transparent beings, all wearing hooded robes that concealed their identities. The man was not afraid by the appearance of these ghostly beings as he just crossed his arms. "This is certainly a rare occasion," the man said.

"It is time for him to know," the ghostly being in the center stated.

"No, not now." The man shook his head. "He's not ready."

"The boy has made significant progress in his abilities," the being on the far right pointed out. "His powers grow far powerful than anyone we have seen. He is ready to know."

Before the man could argue, the robed being next to the far left one said, "Sooner or later he will know the truth. He "

The man considered the words spoken for a while before sighing in defeat. "You're right," he said before looking at the robed figures. "But I can't just tell it to him straight. He's just a child."

"A child can be told the truth in many forms," the center robed figure said. "You just have to find the right way to present it."

With that, all six robed beings vanished into thin air. The man rubbed his temples as he let out a frustrating sigh. 'Those guys really need to stop being so vague,' he thought as he walked into his home.

The man walked down the steps that led into the courtyard of his home. He looked around, searching for his son, only to see no one else in sight. Before the man started to look for his son, he immediately realized where the boy was. The boy was knew his father's rules well, so he would obviously go to the one place he was supposed to go at sunset: his bed.

Immediately, the man walked across the courtyard and walked up another set of stairs that led towards the entrance to the boy's room. Opening the door, the man saw his son lying in his bed, covered in his blankets. It seemed that the boy was about to fall asleep that was until his father had entered the room. "Dad?" the boy asked as he sat up on his bed. "What is it?"

"Oh I just want to tell you a little story before you go to bed," the man said as he walked in.

The boy let out a groan, questioning, "Dad, don't you think I'm little old for bedtime stories?"

The man smiled at the boy's question. "Well, this one I'll think you'll enjoy," he said as he sat next to the bed.

"Years before you were born, when the galaxy was ruled by the evil Galactic Empire, who spread tyranny and chaos, there were those who stood for justice," the man began. "Bestowed with unimaginable, a small group of warriors fought for everything the forces of evil were against."

"Like the Rebel Alliance?" the boy asked.

"Something like that," the man nodded. "Anyway, these warriors had powers that no one has ever seen in this galaxy. They used those powers to guard the galaxy from evil forces that were born from the evils of the Empire. Separate, each warrior was strong, but together they were a force to be reckoned with!"

Though it was the beginning the story immediately caught the boy's interest as he eagerly listened. "What were these warriors called?" he anxiously inquired.

The man looked at his son, and said only two words:

"Kamen Riders."

AN: That's all I have for now! What do you think about it, so far? Good, bad, mediocre? Please leave a review to state you comments and please leave only constructive criticism! Now this story is not available for other authors to adopt since it's something I want to write, but who knows?

Also, just to let other people know, I've made another fanfic profile named KRR-01, in case if something happens to my original account. I'm just letting you know, because I plan to put this story in that account, so it can of some use other than storage for old fics.

That's all-Raika out!