~I do not own Star Wars or RWBY. This is purely a work of fiction intended for fun. The main character, and subsequent SW characters that are not familiar, are my own creations and therefore mine~
After an accident occurred with a hyperspace jump, a...
(A/N: Trust me this will set the mood for this entire scene. Make sure to loop it. Enjoy!)
[Lukas's POV]
Darkness. Darkness was all I could see. I felt motionless while I floated in the void. This wasn't like any other dream that I have ever had. This felt different. Different in the sense that it was like I was awake, and yet darkness was all there was. I try to move, but nothing came of it. I try harder and harder to flail my limbs as if I was constricted or chained. I needed to see what was going on. Opening my eyes, I was not in the world which I left. I was standing on a rockface. The land before me had no grass, no trees, not even a single animal. Looking up I could see not the sky, but the endless black abyss of space twinkling with the light of millions of stars. Above me a battle was being waged, but what was strange was that the ships above did not move. Time seemed to be on pause as ships were being torn apart, fired upon, or set ablaze. But they made no sound, made no movements, they did nothing. What just stuck me however, was that the ships that loomed over me. They were not models used by the Republic or any political entity in my time. These were ships from the Old Republic. And the other ships, from the time of the Sith Empire...
Lukas: 'Where am I?'
???: "In a space created by the Force."
I whip around and what was nothing a moment ago now stood a man. A man that donned a mask, ancient robes, and a cloak. His attire was mainly black and red in color scheme. None of his robes were similar to what the Jedi have worn. Everything he wore was intricate and elegant. He radiated with power. I could feel the pressure of his presence alone. I was a little scared, I mean who wouldn't be? Opening your eyes to a strange place and now standing in front of a stranger? It would made anyone concerned to say the least. What bothered me the most though was his mask. It was so simple, yet I felt like I have seen it before. From what seemed like a life time ago. In instinct, I reached for my hip grasping my saber. He made no notion of alarm or concern. He just continued to stand in his spot looking right at me.
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Lukas: "Who are you?"
???: "You do not recognize me? I feel you should at least remember me from your studies."
Lukas: 'Studies? What could he possibly mean by that? Sure, I studied prominent figures in my galaxy's history. But surely, I would remember someone who would look like they would be held in great reverence. Wait... Reverence. Rev-'
That's when my mind clicked the two and two together. How could I have been so stupid?! Now I remember why that mask was so familiar! Standing before me was one of the greatest warriors and galactic leaders to have ever lived. I pull my saber from its clip, igniting it and holding a defensive posture. The man before me began to chuckle, albeit darkly in tone. My breathing was becoming more rapid. I was getting nervous. Before me stood...
