I own nothing. All rights belong to their respective owners. Star Wars is owned by Disney. Percy Jackson is owned by Rick Riordan.

I have had this idea in my head for a while now… I could not stop thinking about it, so I had to write it. I understand that I have published many stories similar to this one recently, and I am sincerely sorry for that. I can't say if this will be the last one that I post.

Thank You, "Nobel Six" for your support and your input.

Thank you, "The Story's Shadow" for helping me when I first started writing. Without you, I do not think I would be writing.

Thank you, "Rushstar32" for being there and for your support.

Let the story begin…

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(Ryoma's Point of View)

I sighed as I stood on the edge. I was overlooking a white void, and everything around me was destroyed or in ruin.

A feminine voice appeared behind me and said casually, "Congratulations. You are the sole soul that survived the incursion."

I stood there numb as I whispered numbly, "Are they in a better place?"

"Yes." That was all I needed to hear.

I asked without turning around, "Now, what?"

"Anything you want. You have three wishes to use. Since you survived and since you did not start this calamity." The voice said.

I asked curiously, "Limits?"

"No direct immortality. Nothing from D.C. Comics, nothing from Marvel. No Omnitrix." It said.

I thought about it and then said with a sigh, "Can I have all of the memories and, powers and skills of Perseus Archilles Jackson, Nico Di Angelo, and Jason Grace?"

"You may. Do you want them?" The voice asked me.

"Yes." That was my reply after thinking about it for a few seconds.

I asked the voice behind me, "May I have a Riptide, Percy's sword? I want it to be able to cut and or damage metal, magical beings, Force Sensitive Beings, and to be able to block Light Sabers, and Blaster Bolts and to return to my pocket. I want Nightmare, Nico's Ring that can turn into a Stygian Iron Sword. I want the enchantment so that it will always return to me. The last thing I want is the Shield Watch that Tyson made Percy. I want it to be made out of Vibranium…. If that is possible."

There were a few seconds of silence before the voice said, "Everything but the Shield is okay. Nothing from Marvel."

I thought about it and then asked, "Can the Shield be made out of Mandalorian Steel and Cortosis. I would like it to have the best of both metals… can my items also have a self-repair function should they get damaged or broken?"

Several seconds of silence was the response that I got before the female voice said, "Very well."

I allowed myself to smile for the first time since I survived IT.

"One last wish." It said to me.

I closed my eyes and then said after a few moments, "I would like the powers, skills, and memories of Anakin Skywalker slash Darth Vader, Galen Marek slash Star Killer, and Luke Skywalker from all timelines and their gear."

I turned around to face the voice, but as I expected, no one was there. But I heard from the void, "As you wish."

I asked It, "When and where would I be going?"

The next thing I knew, I swiftly lost consciousness, and I entered the realm of Morpheus.

(Line Break)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

The next thing that I knew,

I was thrusted into what I assumed was a Force Vision.

I saw Star-Killer-Base blowing up an entire Star System. I felt more than Trillions of lives die at once.

I saw the Death Star blowing up Alderaan, and I felt Billions, if not more lives, die simultaneously.

I saw the Fall of the Jedi Order, with Order Sixty-Six (66) and Operation Knight-Fall. I felt thousands of lives die within a few moments and hours.

I saw and felt the Death… and darkness. The Fury of the Dark Side and the Pain of the Light Side.

I saw and felt all of Anakin's and Vader's memories, the good, the bad, and the ugly, and everything in between.

I *WAS* Anakin growing up as a slave in the Outer Rim. His pain was my pain. His rage was my own. I was him, and he was me. *HOWEVER* I was still myself… though I felt different.

(Line Break)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

Then, I saw and felt the memories of the three demigods.

I *WAS* Percy.

I *WAS* Nico.

I *WAS* Jason.

I could remember going up in abusive homes.

I could remember being raised by Wolves.

I could remember everything. Bathing in the River Styx. I could remember leading armies to battle.

I remember love and, pain, and death.

I could feel everything that they all felt!

(Line Break)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

With a gasp, my eyes snapped open.

I looked around and saw I was in a tube of liquid. I felt strong and energized. I looked down and saw that I still had all of my limbs intact.

I sighed in relief. I thought that I may have been Darth Vader, with no limbs.

I could hear movement around me.

"Look, he is awake. We need to take him before they get here." Said a female's voice.

A male's voice replied, "Are you sure? What if he does not want to leave?"

"He is too dangerous to be left in the hands of the enemy." She sounded annoyed.

I had no idea who these people were or, who I was hiding from, or whatever was going on.

I closed my eyes and focused. I could feel the blood in their bodies and the bones that made up their skeleton.

I slowly opened up my eyes and saw a beautiful blue-skinned female alien with sky-blue eyes.

The man had blue eyes and was blond.

I narrowed my eyes at them. They both looked familiar to me.

Luckily, I was wearing some sort of underwear that protected my modesty. Otherwise, they would have had an awkward view, seeing how I was floating in the tank.

The female started to press a few buttons, and I began to fall asleep again. I realized that they were sedating me.

The male said, "Sorry… I truly am sorry. But I promise you will be free the next time we see each other." He placed a hand on the glass.

I growled softly, and the tank started to grow cold. Though not from me.

She said, "Sorry, but you need to be cryo-stored. Otherwise, they may find you."

My eyes slowly shut as I allowed myself to fall asleep. I am not sure on where I was, but I could guess one thing, things were going to be interesting.

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: A Long, Long, Time)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

*BEEP*

I heard something using my ears for the first time in… I have no clue. I have had dreams on and off with an unknown amount of time between them.

I heard a vaguely familiar voice saying, "Ah, yes, this Old Republic Vessel should hold something of great value!" It was a male voice with an accent.

"Hey, Captain, look, Old Republic Mint!" sounded a youthful voice.

I heard the Captain's voice say, "Ah, I knew the source was reliable."

*BEEP*

I could feel myself lowering in the tank as the gel-like liquid drained somewhere.

"Grrr, do you hear that? I hear something." Growled another male voice.

I could not see out of the tank. It was dirty on the outside, as though it had not been dusted in a very long time…. Though I was curious where the dust came from since I was in a spaceship in the middle of space… Or maybe it was soot from a fire, I could not tell.

The Captain laughed and said, "This bucket of bolts? It likely has not been lived in for thousands of years! It is probably creaking because we are in it."

I heard the youthful voice talk as he got closer to the tank that held me, "Hey, Captain, do you think that we could keep the medical capsules?"

The Captain replied to the kid, "Once we drag this hunk of junk to a planet, we can see what is worth keeping and what is worth selling."

"Okay, Captain." He chirped cheerfully.

The fluid fully drained after a long while.

By the time it fully drained, I sensed that what I assumed were pirates were back in their ship and towing this ship by tractor beam.

I sensed a male skeleton nearby, likely making sure that the ship was being towed correctly.

*BEEP*

"Grrr, I am not sure what is beeping, but it is making me kriffing angry." Said the furious voice of a pirate.

I could sense him pacing and walking throughout the ship, though he stayed nearer to the control room, or the cockpit.

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: One Day Later)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

"About damn time! I am getting sick of this hunk of junk. I swear that it is haunted." He muttered the last part to himself.

I entertained myself by using the Force to move things around and to make random things ping or go clunk.

I felt the effects of gravity as the ship started to descend.

A few moments later, I sensed the aliens enter the ship after we landed.

The youthful voices walked toward the tank that held me, and he wiped it...

I smirked to myself and said, "Boo!"

He yelped and fell onto his backside as he scrambled backward, trying to get away from me,

"CAPTAIN!" He called out in a panicky voice.

Within a couple of moments, the whole crew was in the ship, in the room surrounding me.

I used the Force to manipulate the interframe of the starship. *BEEP* A computer's voice said, "Cryo Pod fully thawed and drained."

I called out after a few moments, "H-hello? An-anybody th-there?"

I heard the whole crew laugh none louder than the Captain. He said, after calming down, "Who are you?"

"Ryoma Angelo Skywalker, who am I talking to?" I asked

The Captain laughed and said, "Hondo Ohnaka."

I asked, "Let me guess, a pirate?"

He replied, "I see myself as an opportunist."

I drawled and said, "You do realize that I was frozen for a very long time. I highly doubt that anyone I knew is alive… unless they were a Hutt or something."

He stroked his chin in thought and said, "Hmm, you are right."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Send me to Naboo or something, and I will let you have the ship."

He chuckled and said, "We already have the ship and you."

I narrowed my eyes and said, "It would be a crying shame should your crew end up dead~…"

Hondo's smile faded and asked darkly, "Is that a threat?"

I chuckled and replied, "Take it how you want it." I snarled and then said ominously, "I will not be sold as a slave."

The child said nervously, "Captain, I think it would be a good idea to just drop him off somewhere."

Hondo sighed and then said, "I will think about it. But first, I say we feast!"

"I need some clothes, and I could use a bite," I replied.

The Captain smirked and said, "Tell me about yourself."

I rolled my eyes and then said, "First clothes."

Hondo clapped his hands together and said, "Sure. Somebody get some clothes for… this guy."

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: One Day Later)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

I was wearing a pair of black Nerf leather pants and a Nerf leather coat with a white undershirt. I wore some black combat boots. My watch also appeared on my wrist, and so did my ring, it appeared on my finger.

I was in an escape pod from the ship that they found me in.

I was heading towards Naboo. I had no clue when I was… All I know is that I was in a version of the Star Wars Galaxy.

I used Anakin's slash Vader's memories to guide the escape pod to Naboo's surface.

The trip down was, by and large, peaceful.

I got a fighter escort toward an emergency landing area.

The moment the ship landed, the Naboo Security Force surrounded me and the escape pod.

The ramp lowered, and I held my hands up in the universal sign of surrender.

The Lead Security Officer asked me wearily, "Name, and do you have any weapons on you?"

I shook my head and said, "No weapons. My name is Ryoma Angelo Skywalker."

The Officer frowned and said, "Very well, please come with me, Mr. Skywalker."

With a nod of my head, I followed him.

The walk toward wherever he was leading me was done in utter silence. After several minutes of this, I had to ask him, "What is going on?"

"We have to check your history and make sure that you are who you say you are." He replied to my inquiry.

I sighed and said, "Okay…."

I said after a few moments, "Uh… I may not have a history… you see, I was frozen, and Hondo's crew found me… and thawed me out. I have no clue how long I was frozen or when I was frozen."

He paused mid-stride and then said, "…Okay… not sure what you want me to do about it. I am sorry for your loss."

I shrugged and said, "I know you are unable to do much about it, but I was letting you know that I may not even have a record."

He sighed softly and then said, "Whatever, I still have to do this."

"Okay. Lead the way." I replied casually.

He then continued to walk, leading the way through tunnels.

Several minutes later, of walking in silence, the two of us made it to a building where we were going to check my Identification.

There were several people there waiting for us.

They were very professional and clinical.

Fifteen minutes later, there was nothing. I was a ghost.

Granted, my records could have been lost to time.

The King of Naboo came and saw me. He looked me over and then said, "I have been briefed on your situation. What is it that you wish?"

I shrugged and then said, "Right now? Maybe a meal and a bed. Tomorrow? Perhaps a flight to Mandalore."

The King stroked his beard and then said after a few moments, "Why there?"

I rubbed the back of my neck and then said sheepishly, "Not sure…." I sighed and said, "I have a gut feeling that it may be a good idea to show up there."

He hummed to himself and then asked me, "Are you a Jedi or something?"

"Or something." I replied to him, and I added as an afterthought, "I can't remember too much about my past. As if my memory was wiped or something." I sighed and said, "I do not have anything of value to trade."

The King asked me, "Would you be willing to use public transport?"

I nodded my head and said, "That would not be an issue, sire."

"Very well. There is a transport heading to Mandalore, which takes place in fifteen hours." He said.

I bowed my head in gratitude. I told him, "Thank you."

My stomach chose that time to growl in hunger.

The King said, "You may eat a meal if you desire."

I shrugged and said, "Thank you… but I think that I can work for it at a restaurant." I was slightly embarrassed, but not as much as I thought I would be.

"As you wish." He said, and he turned on his heels and left me with the Lead Security Officer and several other staff.

I asked curiously, "Could someone lead me to the surface and to a place where I could eat some grub?"

"Whatever. You are not my problem anymore." Replied to Lead Security Officer.

I sighed and rolled my eyes as I said, "…Okay then…." I lightly scanned their surface thoughts and then said, "Thank you for your hospitality."

I had a very good idea of how to leave the tunnel systems. If nothing else, I could simply Shadow Travel once I was alone. Nothing too crazy.

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: A Couple of Hours Later)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

I was eating some Nerf Steak and a glass of Blue Milk. I helped serve some meals, and after I ate, I would bus a few tables.

I subtly used the Force to persuade them to give me a slightly larger tip than what they would otherwise leave.

I knew that I would need more money, credits, or whatever currency that they used here, as in this Galaxy.

I hummed to myself as I looked around. I saw that I had swindled several credits, enough for the transport and for breakfast tomorrow.

After that, I nodded my head to myself and then thought, 'Okay, good. Now, all I need is a place to rest.'

I exited the building after finishing the shift.

I wandered towards the public transport station and then bought the ticket to go to Mandalore.

I sat down on one of the many benches. The bench I sat on had its back against the wall and had a view of the rest of the station.

I set an alarm on my magical watch to beep and vibrate in about eight hours.

I crossed my arms, leaned back, and closed my eyes.

I took several deep breaths in and slowly let them out. I slowly started to drift off to sleep. However, I kept somewhat aware of my surroundings, both from being a Demigod, a Wartime General, and a Sith Apprentice who could always be replaced at any moment and who was constantly being tested.

As I rested on the bench. I could feel the presence of people watching me. Though I paid them little heed. They did not matter to me,

The evening air was humid and warm. Though it was comfortable to me. The moisture in the air was empowering to me, due to Percy Jackson.

I reached out into the Force with my eyes remaining closed.

The Force felt warm… full of Light. A far cry from the smothering Darkness that I felt in my visions and from Darth Vader's memories.

I could feel how everyone and everything was interconnected. How everything that was, everything that is, and everything that will be, will always be connected.

Sensing somebody approaching me, I calmly opened my eyes.

I saw a young girl, no older than maybe five or six years old. I smiled kindly at her and asked, "Hello, little one."

"Who are you?" She asked.

I yawned and stretched out my back and arms overhead before replying to her, "Ryoma Angelo Skywalker." I looked around and asked her, seeing very few people around, "Where are your folks?"

"They are nearby." She said.

I sighed and facepalmed myself. I let my hand slide down my face, slowly. I asked her, "Was there a reason you chose to bug me?"

She pointed at a sign that read, "No Loitering."

I slowly reached into my coat's inner pocket and then pulled out my Transport Ticket, and replied, "I am waiting for the Public Transport."

The young girl nodded her head. She said after a few seconds after reading it, "Okay."

I sighed softly and stuffed it back into my pocket so that I would not lose it.

"I am Sola Naberrie." She replied.

I gave her a slight nod and said, "Nice to meet you." She looked familiar… I closed my eyes and thought about it before I smiled internally. This was Padme's older sister… I think she is like three or four years older than Padme.

I used the Force to glean her age and saw that she was indeed twelve years old. That would mean Padme should be about two or four years old. So, I had ten or twelve years before the Blockade of Naboo…

I wonder if Anakin was born or if I took his place.

I mentally shook my head, not wanting to go down that rabbit hole.

Sola asked me, "Are you okay, Mr. Skywalker?"

I nodded my head and replied to her, "Yes, I just lost myself in thought."

A few short moments later, I saw her parents, who I assumed was Padme, walking towards us.

I subtly used the Force to have them ignore me and focus on their wandering daughter. I really, really did not want to deal with a protective father right now.

I knew that I looked to be between eighteen and nineteen years old, younger than I thought I would be. Though that made sense in a way. Anakin lost his arm during Attack of the Clones when he was about Nineteen or Twenty, and the Demigods I chose were all physically under twenty.

My eyes had two different colors. One eye was sky-blue, the other was sea-green. My hair was jet-black and was longer than what I would have worn it in my previous life, but still short. My skin was fair, almost pale.

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: The Next Day)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

Several hours later, I entered the Public Transport, and I bought some food for the trip.

There were a lot of people on the star ship. Some were getting on, others were getting off.

I really missed music, Earth's Music. My music from my M.P.3.

I sighed as I sat back in coach. The cheapest seats that were available. However, compared to my memories, this was downright comfortable to some of the situations I was in.

Once again, I closed my eyes.

No, I did not want to sleep. I was hoping to meditate and see if I could glimpse the future… or a future.

Instead of seeing the future, or the present, or even the past. I was greeted by darkness, and a familiar Voice.

The Voice said into the darkness of my mind, "I see that you are doing your own thing. I like that."

I mentally bowed my head and asked the Voice, "What are you doing here?"

I could almost feel its smile in its Voice as it said, "Now, now, is that a way to greet your sponsor?"

I gulped nervously and shook my head as I replied, "No."

The feminine Voice said amused, "Good answer. I want you to be free. Free from Cannon. Free from Legends. You are Free to choose. I have chosen You. You are the Chosen One."

I sighed in relief and slowly nodded my head. I asked her, "What am I doing here? I have barely been active for three days or so…."

The Voice replied to me and said, "I want you to forget about Cannon. Not everything will line up. This is your world, your universe. Do as you wish."

I bobbed my head up and down as I acknowledged the Voice. After a few moments, I asked it, "My Lady, if I may be so bold, may I have a Lotus Card as well? If so, I would like it to have the proper currency of wherever I am."

"Hmm…" The Voice hummed for a couple of moments before asking me, "What are you willing to sacrifice?"

I paused and then said, "I would like to sacrifice the GEAR of both Darth Vader and Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, meaning their Armor, their Light Sabers, their Star Fighters, and everything that they OWNED, like their DROIDS, their REBREATHERS. HOWEVER, I would like to retain their memories, skills, Force Powers, and Force Potential." I paused and then added, "I will sacrifice CANNON Luke Skywalker from Disney."

"Interesting…." The Voice said as it mused on my answer.

I could not help but hold my breath as I waited for the response.

"Okay, I have decided." The Voice said.

I subconsciously leaned closer to the Voice as I waited with bated breath. The anticipation was killing me… figuratively.

"You may have the Lotus Card…. HOWEVER, it will not have an infinite amount of currency." The Voice said to me.

I nodded my head and asked the Voice, "Okay, makes sense… may it have, say, a Billion worth of credits, dollars, or whatever baseline currency they have? And it refreshes every three days?"

The feminine Voice returned, "That is not an inadequate response." There was a pause that lasted for several minutes before the Voice replied, "Okay. I will allow it."

I asked, "Can you enchant it so only I can use it and so that I can't lose it?"

The Voice chuckled softly, and it felt like music to my ears. It said, "Yes, I will allow that."

"Thank you, my Patron," I said humbly.

"Wake up." Was the last thing I heard from the Voice before my eyes snapped open.

I looked around and saw that we were nearing a planet.

I sensed death coming from the planet, as though there was a war and many people were dying.

I closed my eyes and focused on the death and on the planet.

The Captain said over the intercom, "We will be unable to land at Mandalore."

I then Shadow Traveled down to the surface of the planet.

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: A Few Short Moments Later)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

The next thing that I knew, I was planet side, on the dark side of the planet… err, the side of which it was night.

I appeared inside a mass grave.

I slowly stood up and brushed the dirt off of me.

I heard a child's voice scream, "Zombie!"

I snorted to myself and thought to myself, 'You have no idea.'

The Force blared a warning at me, and I barrel-rolled to the right, barely dodging the Yellow Blaster Bolt. I was forced to dodge as I got closer and closer to the shooter, who could not be more than twenty.

He raised his right gauntlet at me and fired his Flame Thrower at me.

I groaned in annoyance as I was forced to try to dodge as I got closer. My clothes were not fireproof.

The young man growled and said, "Hold still and die!"

I arched an eyebrow and then said to him, "Stop shooting at me. I challenge you to a 'right of combat.' If you dare."

He was wearing a full suit of Armor, and he looked to be about my size.

He scoffed and said, "Yeah, right."

"Gotcha," I said with a smirk.

I used the moment of confusion to use the Force to compel him to sleep, as I imposed my will upon him.

He crumbled like a sack of rocks.

I walked toward him and saw a young child behind him with a rock in hand and he shouted, "Stay away from daddy!"

I sighed and snapped my fingers as I said, "Sleeeep." I used the Force to catch him as he fell asleep standing up.

I used the Force to alter their memories of events here. They saw nothing, but they had some target practice on the dead bodies. After doing that, I took an eight-inch Vibro-Knife from the father.

I then started to head to the town that was uphill from the Mass Grave.

A few minutes later, I arrived at the gate of the Domed City.

The two guards there stood at attention when they saw me approaching. They raised their Blaster Rifles at me and said once I was within hearing range, "Freeze!"

I glared at them but raised my hands in surrender. I asked them, "What is wrong? I would like to buy some things."

One of the guards said, "Identification, please."

My right eye twitched, annoyed at them. I exhaled softly and said, "My name is Ryoma Angelo Skywalker. I was burgled of everything but the Vibro-Knife in my boot and my watch, a ring, and a pen… I think I may have a Banking-Card…."

They glanced at each other briefly before the Lead Guard paused and said, "Show us the Card."

I slowly reached into my pockets and then patted myself down, looking for a Card. I found it in my left boot, the Vibro-Knife being in my right boot.

The nearest guard took the Card from me and radioed it in.

A couple of moments later, he said, "You must be a V.I. you for coming."

I replied to them, "At ease, your world is at war. Caution is a good thing."

They stepped aside and allowed me to enter the City.

I gave them a nod before I walked between them.

I saw an armory. I smirked and sped walked that way. I was going to get myself some weapons and maybe some armour.

I entered the shop.

I saw most of the weapons there, ranging from Blasters to Knives to Armor, and everything in between.

I said to the Armorer there, "I would like to purchase some weapons and Armor."

He narrowed his eyes at me.

I cleared my throat and spoke in Mandoade, #"I have currency."#

He straightened up and then slowly nodded his head. I walked to him and then handed him my Card.

He swiped it through what I assumed was the register. He asked, "What would you like it to be made of?"

I smirked and said, "Beskar, I want the Armor to be made up, Beskar. I would like gauntlets with Electrified-Cables, Flame Thrower, Poisonous Gas, and Poison Darts. I want both a Jetpack and Jet-Boots. I want the Jetpack to have a missile on it."

He wrote something on a Holo-Pad as he nodded his head. HE asked me, "Now, weapons?"

"Two Heavy Blaster Pistols, DL-44. One Beskar Sword." I replied to the Armorer after thinking about it for a few minutes. I knew the Blaster Pistols from Han Solo. I pulled Riptide out and quickly sketched him a sword design that I wanted.

"Aye, I can do that." He replied as he looked over the designs.

I asked him, "How long will it take? Money is no object~."

The Armorer paused and then said, "Let me take your measurements, and I will begin working on it immediately."

I nodded my head and asked, "Okay, how do you need to take my measurements?"

"Keep your skivvies on, but everything else comes off." He replied to me.

I sighed and stripped down to my underwear.

The Armorer scanned me with something as he said, "Raise your arms and slowly spin around."

I did as he told me.

"Good, now put your clothes back on." He said.

I quickly got dressed.

He said, "Come back in about a week."

I nodded my head and said, "Thank you."

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: About A Week Later)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

The week went by quickly. I helped the Armourer with some things, such as protecting his shop, gathering Beskar, and doing minor tasks for him.

He said somewhat excitedly, "IT is finished!"

I turned around and saw the amour was painted in primarily black with white highlights.

"Try it on." He said.

I quickly stripped down to my boxers and then put on the black body suit and then put on the Armor. It was a perfect fit.

I spoke, "It is perfect." My voice sounded like Darth Vader through the Vocal Modulator.

I asked him, "I would like to tip you, let's say… fifty percent. You earned it."

"Thank you for your generosity." He said to me as he bowed his head.

I glanced at the wall and said, "I would like to buy some Thermal Detonators, Smoke Grenades, some Electro Magnetic Pulse Grenades, and a few Sonic Grenades."

"Of course." He quickly bagged and tagged them. He asked me, "Okay, what are you going to do now?"

I shrugged and said, "Try to end the Civil War. Buy a Star Ship. Travel the Galaxy."

The Armourer said, "Good luck."

I bowed my head and said, "It has been a pleasure doing business with you."

"Likewise. Try not to die." He said.

I smirked under my helmet and said, "Same."

After saying my piece, I exited the Armory. On my way out, I glanced at the mirror. I was six feet tall with change. The Armor I wore was primarily Black with White highlights. I was a walking tank, even among other Mandalorians. Though I paid a pretty penny for it, but I am sure it will be worth it. My weapons felt perfect in my hands, and I was looking forward to testing them. I nodded to my reflection as I exited the shop.

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: About A Few Days Later)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

The next couple of days were hectic, to say the least. I was being challenged by no named characters. I was looking for the current owner of the Dark Saber, who was Pre Vizla.

It took a long time of Mental Probing and asking the slain of where I could find my quarry.

Pre Vizla stood before me. He had his armour on, except for his helmet, but it was tucked under his arm. His jetpack was on his back, and the Dark Saber was clipped to his belt. He had two blaster pistols in holsters on his waist and two gauntlets on.

I stated in a loud, authoritative voice, "Pre Vizla, I challenge you for the Dark Saber! A battle to the Death, winner takes all."

Pre Vizsla looked down at me and said dryly, "I have everything. Why would I risk that?"

I smirked under my helmet and then said to him, "So the great Pre Vizsla heir of Tarre Vizsla is afraid of a foundling?"

He growled and said, "Last chance, kid, stand down. Serve me, and you will be rewarded."

I growled softly and then said to him, "I am nobody's slave! I will be pissing on your corpse!"

"You will try…." He growled as he put on his helmet.

I unsheathed out my Beskar Sword and flipped him the bird with the other hand.

Pre Vizsla snarled and turned on his jet pack, then flew high into the air.

I drew my Heavy Blaster Pistol in a quick, fluid motion. I fired three quick bolts at him. Two hit the thrusters for the pack, and the other struck the missile on top.

*BOOOM*

He came crashing out of the sky. The Beskar Armor absorbed most of the damage from both the explosion and the fall. He hit the ground with a roll and then rushed towards me, shooting at me with his blaster pistol in his left hand and in his right hand held the Dark Saber.

I stood my ground and narrowed my eyes as I used the Beskar Sword to block a couple of blaster bolts. I holstered my Heavy Blaster Pistol, and I now used both hands to grip my Beskar Sword.

I could feel Pre Vizsla's amusement as he charged at me like a maniac. I smirked underneath my helmet as I braced myself.

He widely telegraphed his swing with the Dark Saber.

When he was only a couple of feet away, I used my jetpack and jet boots to fly over his head. I turned on the afterburners on high, I heard a grunt as he barely missed me, and I gave him some more minor burns.

He turned around, snarling like a wild beast. He barrrled toward me.

This time, I charged at him as well.

Pre Vizsla roared, "No more games! Fight me, Man to Man."

I used all of my Demigod Strength and augmented it with the Force. I slashed at the blade of the Dark Saber.

Pre Vizsla swung with all of his might as though he thought he could rival me.

The blades met between us.

*CRUNCH*

I felt his right wrist break from the impact as the Dark Saber was forced out of his hands.

He cried out in pain, and he used it to draw his blaster pistol using his left hand, and then he fired at my chest.

The Beskar Armour did not even get a scuff, as far as I could see.

I elbow struck him under where the helmet connected to the chest piece.

Pre Vizsla's head jerked back as he stumbled and fell backward.

I slowly stalked toward him, my Beskar Sword's blade tip dragging lightly on the ground.

He lunged toward the Dark Saber, his left hand outstretched, hoping to grab it.

I swiftly slashed downward with my Beskar Sword, cutting his arm from inside the elbow to the Beskar plate.

He cried out in both pain and shock.

"I-I yield!" He shouted.

I bent down and picked up the Dark Saber, and clipped it to my belt. I stepped onto his wounded elbow and turned on the jet boot, searing shut the wound.

"Mercy!" He said in agony and fear. As I pointed the tip of my blade under his helmet.

"I am all out of Mercy… remember what I said earlier?" I asked rhetorically.

"I am not dead yet! You can have the clan! You can have the Dark Saber!" Pre Vizsla all but begged.

"Hmm… no deal," I replied.

I unclipped the Dark Saber and said to him, "Death by a thousand cuts or one swift strike?"

He steeled himself and said, "One strike."

"As you wish…." I said with a nod of my head. I ignited the Dark Saber and slashed at his neck, aiming between the helmet and chest plate, cutting off his head.

I raised the Dark Saber high over my head.

I saw several people kneel before me.

I said to them, "Rise, I am not a king. I am a warrior." I looked around and said to everyone, "You are free to choose. Your life is yours, live your best life."

I took Pre Vizsla's head out of the helmet and then said, "If he has any heirs, give them his armor. If he did not? Then I will claim it as a spoil of war."

One shy voice spoke up, "He had no children and no lovers."

I turned around and saw an armoured figure. I nodded my head and said, "Thank you. Did he have a Star Ship?"

"Yes, sir." The shy one said.

"Please lead the way after I claim the spoils of war," I said as I started to strip the Beskar and everything else of value that he had on his body.

The young, shy person started to walk away as I carried the bundle of belongings that formerly belonged to Pre Vizsla.

I saw the Star Ship after walking for a few minutes. It was standard for Mandalorian in this era.

"Thank you," I said to the person who led me here. I entered the Star Ship and then closed the ramp. I had the head of Pre Vizsla and his stuff as I started the preflight checks.

A few minutes later, I lifted off and started to fly toward the Capitol of Mandalore, well, the new one, Sundari.

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(Time Skip: About A Few Hours Later)
(Ryoma Angelo Skywalker's Point of View)

The next couple of hours were spent going through security and several other administrative things.

Eventually, I managed to "convince" them to allow me to be an audience member with Lady Satine and her protector, Obi-Wan Kenobi... via hologram.

I bowed my head in respect to Satine and said through my vocoder, "The terrorist group leader known as Pre Vizsla has been… dealt with." I dumped his head onto the floor with a *thud* from the basket I had it in. "It was a duel with multiple witnesses. A large number of them have surrendered."

Lady Satine looked appalled at the way I treated the head of her enemy, even through the hologram.

Obi-Wan said calmly, "How do we know this is not a trap?"

I shrugged my shoulders and then replied to the Jedi Padawan, "You do not. I simply wanted to say that the Mandalorian Civil War is one step closer to being resolved."

Satine asked me, "Why did you come?"

"You have to be more specific than that, Lady Satine," I said.

"You could have helped him. You could have just left the sector alone. Why did you help Mandalore?" She said.

I thought about it and then said, "It was the right thing to do."

Obi-Wan said after a moment or two, "Why?"

I ignored his question, "I am going to leave now. I have updated you as I wanted."

Satine asked, "Where will you be going?"

I smirked under my helmet and then said, "I will take Pre Vizsla's Star Ship and trade it in for a different one."

She cleared her throat and said, "That did not answer my question."

"I am not sure where I am going," I replied.

Satine asked me, "What is your name?"

"Ryoma Angelo Skywalker," I replied to the future Dutchess.

"I will not forget this, Mr. Skywalker." She spoke.

I bowed my head in respect then and said to her, "Thank you, Lady Satine."

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Rules: Ryoma will try *NOT* to use the Dark Side of the Force all of the time.
Can the Demigods's powers tap into the Dark Side? Yes.
If Ryoma uses Percy Jackson's Powers to *control*, *dominate* someone's blood out of fear, anger, or hatred. That will be considered "Dark Side" aligned.
Most of Nico Angelo's Powers will be Dark Side. Necromancy is heavily frowned upon in the Star Wars Galaxy. HOWEVER, it will not corrupt him, because it is natural to him. Though *controlling* living Skeletons is the Dark Side. Condemning a living person to death by turning them into a ghost is a Dark Side thing. Shadow Traveling will be fine slash safe.
Jason Grace's powers, mostly Lightning, will be natural and, therefore, normal. He will not be using 'Force Lightning'. THOUGH, pulling air out of somebody's lungs or forcing it into their body will be considered Dark Side.

Will there be other Deities (gods)?
I have not decided that yet. I know the Ones from Mortis are around, "Father", "Daughter", and "Son". Balance, Light, Dark… and maybe the "Bendu", the "One In The Middle"

Will there be Monsters?
I am not sure, maybe?

Death Fury signing off for the time being.

P.S.

What else would you like to see happen? I am open to suggestions and ideas.