Title 2: I Wanted the Wolf King, but I Got the Warmaster Before the Fall. Transmigrating into the most despair-inducing Underhive wastes of the 41st Millennium, Kaelen, a mere mortal, thought his days were numbered. When his cheat system finally activated, he prayed for one thing: Just give me Leman Russ. I need the Wolf King to survive! [Ding! System error. Target locked: Davin. Salvaging soul...] Instead of the loyalist Wolf, a dying giant crashed before him, his soul teetering on the edge of Chaos corruption. It was the Warmaster himself. Horus Lupercal. Staring at the tragic, uncorrupted demigod covered in scars, Kaelen went completely silent. "Horus," Kaelen sighed, pushing up his goggles. "Your father is a corpse on a golden toilet, your brothers have all gone insane, and the Imperium is a rotten hell-hole." Horus: "...?" No divine bloodlines. No genetic enhancements. Just a mortal commander armed with future knowledge, a glitchy system, and the most powerful Primarch in history serving as his loyal sword. If the galaxy is broken, they will carve a bloody path from the Underhive to Holy Terra to fix it. 🩸 [The Ultimate Fix-It]: Erasing the tragedy of the Heresy. Horus never falls, and the traitors will bleed. 🧠 [Mortal Domination]: Watch arrogant Space Marines and Chaos Daemons experience absolute cognitive shock when outsmarted by Kaelen's ruthless modern strategies. ⚔️ [Purging the Dogma]: Slashing heretics, kicking the Golden Throne, and reviving the Emperor's true dream. 👑 [Building a New Order]: From a desperate survivor to the shadow ruler of the Indomitus Crusade.

One morning, he woke up in his bed. Nothing was different. The world outside his window was the same. Humanity was still centuries away from the stars, and he was just another ordinary man trying to live his life. At least, that's what he thought. Years became decades. Decades became centuries. Yet he never aged. Never weakened. Never died. As mankind marched into the Golden Age of Technology, he became a scientist, an engineer, an explorer, and eventually a fleet admiral commanding vast starships and legions of Men of Iron. When the machine rebellion shattered humanity's golden dream, his machines remained loyal-for he had treated them as more than tools. In the dark years that followed, he journeyed to Mars and helped forge a new future from its dying sands. Rising to become the Grand Fabricator-General, he reshaped the Machine Cult into a creed that revered knowledge, respected artificial minds, and remembered the value of human life. But as green shoots began to emerge upon the Red Planet once more, a golden warship arrived from Terra. And for the first time in thousands of years, he met another being like himself. A Perpetual. The Emperor of Mankind.

(Undergoing a Rewrite) What is the galaxies greatest fear? The death star? The CIS? Pirates? Perhaps it's the Republic? Maybe the Republic reborn into an Empire is the greatest fear? In reality, it's none of those things. How about a Star Wars fanatic teenager who got Isekaied? Yep, that'll do it.

In the aftermath of the Clone Wars and the deaths of Count Dooku and the Separatist Leaders, a shutdown signal was sent to all Battle Droids units throughout the Galaxy, effectively putting an end to the Clone Wars. In addition, the Galactic Republic was reorganised into the First Galactic Empire, and Chancellor Palpatine, who is actually the Sith Lord, Darth Sidious, establishes himself as Emperor, putting an end to democracy and creating a new era of fear, corruption and tyranny that would last over a decade. Unknown to Palpatine, one large squadron of Battle Droids was able to resist the shutdown signal. In the possibility that Palpatine would betray him, Count Dooku instructed his secret apprentice, Jack Trevelyan, to oversee a contingency plan, to reconstruct the Droid Army. Hidden in a secret facility on the remote planet, Virmire, located in the Unknown Regions. Jack had his Tactical Droid, Kraken, oversee the reproduction of the Droid Army and enters cryo-stasis to preserve his youth, reawakening once the time comes. In time, the Confederacy of Independent Systems will return to resume its original purpose: free the Galaxy from the corruption of the Republic, now the Empire. Note: I don't own Star Wars or any of its characters, all rights are reserved for its creators.

Coruscant has survived wars, corruption, betrayal, and the slow rot of a dying Republic. It has never survived silence. When an impossible alien vessel appears above the capital, it does not fire. It does not speak. It does not threaten. It simply waits, casting its shadow over the heart of the galaxy while the Republic's fleets gather beneath it like insects around a sleeping predator. The Jedi feel something wrong in the Force. The clones feel it in their bones. Padmé Amidala sees it in the faces of leaders who have finally run out of speeches. And Anakin Skywalker, standing at the edge of the end, realizes the galaxy is about to learn a brutal truth: Power does not always announce itself. Sometimes it only descends.

You were ten years old when you tried to kill Count Dooku. He laughed, called you talented, and took you in. Now you're thirteen, sarcastic, Force-sensitive, and catastrophically under-supervised-more of a chaos grenade than an apprentice. Trained in the ways of the dark side but lacking discipline, you're sent into the heart of the Clone Wars to prove your worth: spy, sabotage, manipulate. Your newest assignment? Infiltrate the Republic, starting with a clone sergeant named Slick. But what begins as a mission turns complicated when you meet the soldiers bred to be obedient-and discover they're far more human than anyone ever told you. The clones are supposed to be your enemies. Targets. Tools. But they start asking questions. They hesitate to hurt you. And some of them-especially the ones named Rex and Cody-begin treating you like you're not a weapon... but a kid. A reckless, dangerous, way-too-smart-for-your-own-good kid who maybe just needs a second chance. You weren't built for family. You were raised for war. But war does strange things. And somewhere between saber fights and sabotage, you might just accidentally get adopted.

|LONG LOVE THE QUEENS | The Republic thought the Separatists were its greatest threat. Then the storms began. A horror of golden scales and three screaming heads rises from forgotten space, a being that speaks in thunder and thinks in lightning. The clones call it Ghidorah. The Jedi have no name that fits it. Stronger than armies, faster than starfighters, it carves a path through the Clone Wars that no strategy can predict. Each head has a voice. Each voice wants to rule. And they're only getting stronger. When the war bleeds into Order 66 and the rise of the Empire, Ghidorah does not fade. Its shadow falls on the Bad Batch, on fugitive clones, on the galaxy's darkest corners. Some see a weapon to be tamed. Others see the death of everything. But the three-headed king bows to no master-and wherever it flies, heads will roll.

I woke up in a vast grassland with only a system and a new body, with no way back home I have to find my place in this universe. I do not own: Halo and star wars

The story of the reincarnation an 18 year old man named Vince who died and is reincarnated to the world of Star Wars with an OP system that wil guide him and help him ressurect long dead Warriors of Jedi, Sith, Mandalorian, and others throughout the Era. What would happen in the story, would Vince became a supreme ruler of the Star Wars Universe or would he fail due to the many challenges and foes ahead, read to find out. I don't own Star Wars

Former Padawan to Mace Windu, Apprentice to Count Dooku, Minister of the Intergalactic Shipwright's Guild. Y/N L/N is a former Jedi who following the battle of Naboo, left the Order in search of his idol, Count Dooku. Upon accomplishing this, he was taken under the Count's wing, learning about his past as well as the ways of the Dark Side of the Force. One day, he receives a transmission from Dooku, calling him to a meeting on Geonosis, what Y/N doesn't know, is that this meeting will eventually lead to a conflict that will shape the future of the galaxy. Y/N will find himself a chess piece in the game of the ultimate evil. I do not own Star Wars. All rights, characters and themes belong to Lucasfilm and Walt Disney Studios. Any images I use also belong to their respectable sources and owners.