Chapter 1: Arival In a Not So Strange Land 1/2

Author's Notes

Heyo! I have here another story. Really should stop doing this. BUT! the difference is I have about ten chapters of this already done. So that's good.

Second, this is in fact a Self Insert and there will be some power fantasy and some already seen tropes in this story. Yes yes I know, but that being said I still feel like I have crafted some good stuff here. After all this is Fanfiction and thus originality isn't the primary focus here, telling a fun story is. There will be lemons, there will be epic shit, there will be times when the MC just fucks over everyone because he can. I have planned for the MC to literally Rick Roll Palpatine, so that's the sort of thing you can expect. There will be dark elements at times... the MC will not be a good guy... being a Sith and all that. Very Revanish at times.

I will also be playing a little loose with both the Star Wars timeline and the ASOIAF timeline. I will try to stick to them as best I can when I can but some things might that entirely match up.

Oh and I will be using the Force in ways that are definitely not exactly normal by either canon or most of legends

I will be posting a Chapter every Tuesday around noon. So expect that for at least ten chapters and then... not sure. Might go on hiatus while I prepare another ten chapters or might just do what I do with my other stories and randomly post them once I get them done.

If you are interested in becoming my Beta for this story PM me and we can talk. Just please be serious about it.

Disclaimer, I don't own Star Wars. But I'd do a much better job with it than Micky. I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire. But I'm pretty sure I wouldn't do a better job than a train conductor.

"You killed me." I said as I looked at the Morgan Freeman look alike that sat across the table. Around us was exactly what one might expect heaven to be. White fluffy clouds and a bright shining sun in the background. "On accident." I said deadpanning making the man wince slightly. Seeing God of all people wince was something to see.

"Yes, I do have to say sorry once again. But you weren't supposed to die today." God said trying to be diplomatic. I really was not happy at this. Who would be? I was just walking around living my life and then BAM! I was killed. "If I can do anything to make it up for you, I will, I haven't had this happen to me before for centuries. This really ruins my record." God sighed feeling ashamed at this blunder, he had been really proud of that record too.

"Anything I want…" I hummed. My mind going to a few places but I dismissed them. This was an interesting opportunity. I could have anything. A new life was on the top of my life. But what kind of life. "… how much am I going to be getting away with here?" I asked carefully.

"I wrongfully took your life… there is a good amount I'm going to let you get away with. Not DxD Gamer level but a fair amount." I grumbled… that was my first choice. The damn pervert I am died a bit inside. But that wasn't the only option I had. I would frame this as best as I could to maximize the potential in what was possible here. Namely the potential in becoming so badass that Duke Nukem would shed a tear in pride.

"Westeros… nine years before Robert's Rebellion…" God didn't stop me and just took a small sip from the cup on the table between us. "But. I'm a Sith from the old Sith Empire, the Sith Warrior to be specific." Still wasn't getting any sign that was out of line. I wanted to see just how far I could push this. "Hmm… full squad… and… a ship filled with tech?"

"Cargo hold can be full, nowhere else." God said firmly but also chuckled a bit. "And also you can't know what it is until you get your new life."

"Okay… I can work with that. Outside of the world the galaxy is forty years away from the Naboo incident. A good number of the characters of Game of Thrones are Force Sensitive." I said, I was going to rebuild the Sith Empire off the greatest that was Game of Thrones! With the power of the Wrath of the Empire and the knowledge of what was coming… oh… I was going to have fun. Oh so much fun. Then there were the gorgeous women that came along with this. And given that I wasn't being told otherwise… nothing was going to stop me. Until I got to a certain point were my actions would render all I knew about future events pointless or I got to the galactic stage and had to deal with Palpy.

"Are you sure? Your stacking the deck in your favor pretty heavily." God said finding it a tiny bit bland.

"I'm sure people like Tywin and the Night King… and… okay they're the only people that might pose a threat." I had to admit that… that sounded boring. "Maybe make the Red Priests and the Seven Gods people not very respective to me and the Force. And you can throw me a curveball or two." I could handle it… I hoped… I could do it. I really needed to work on that confidence if I was to be a Sith Lord. "Last thing, my family?" God just smiled and nodded, at that I felt everything change to a sense of removal. But I knew that I could leave knowing that I was leaving people that would be cared for.

He was angry… and damn did it feel good. I never had a drink in my old life but holy fuck I was getting drunk off the amount of rage I was feeling right now. And then I felt it, the Dark Side calling to me… telling me that everything I was feeling was just as right as breathing. I couldn't ignore it, and I couldn't stop it. But I was not going to listen to it. I was not some average Acolyte on Korriban who thought nothing beyond the Dark Side as a means of gaining power.

Damn… God did a great job in this. I could feel all the memories of the Empire's Wrath. His time on Korriban, killing overseer Tremel and later killing that ass Vemrin. Then becoming Darth Baras' apprentice. Then to Dromund Kaas, Balmorra, Nar Shaddaa, Tatooine and then the rest ending in a battle above Naboo. It was a battle in the final days of the Empire, the fight was a losing battle and the Wrath… he saw it. He saw that there was no point in staying. The Dark Council was in ruins, the Republic was destroying everything it could while the remnants of the Empire were busy carrying out orders to hide away secrets and assets for a future rebirth of the Sith Empire. But he knew that wasn't going to happen… but those caches would come in handy later. But with everything going down in flames he decided to run off in an attempt to wait out and recover his own power base. Carve out a small empire out in the unknown regions until he had enough to make another play. And that was so true.

But even before I opened my eyes to my new life I could feel everything, it was like I had always had this body, this mind, this soul. This was me… and yet at the same time I could remember all of my life from before and the wealth of information that I knew about the world and galaxy I would be entering into. The feeling of these two lives colliding and them mixing together was an experience that lasted only a second but felt like decades to me.

"Naraiz! You okay?" I heard Vette call out. Memories of meeting her on Korriban in a cage. Eventually becoming friends and drinking buddies. He still threatened to put the collar back on her and she still threatened to put poison in my food. I still offered my bed and she kicked my shins. But the look of consideration and slight longing was there. There was trust between them, between us now. I trusted Vette because she knew me and knew that I was better than most people and she knew that I repaid my debts.

I opened my eyes and took a breath through my Sith respirator. Damn how I loved the sound it made when I exhaled. The nerd side of me was drooling in an epic nerdgasm. But I needed to keep that inside, especially with my apprentice around. I then reached out, using the Force for the first time and it was amazing. I could feel the wreckage of my ship, thanks God, above me and I could just… push it away. Like invisible limbs with no shape but as real as the three I still had. As I apparently lost a leg somewhere in my life as a Sith.

I felt as the Force itself was wrapping around me. I recalled everything I knew about the Force, which was a good deal. Which was good, I was worried that I would end up all warrior with no brains. But as it turned out I was pretty damn smart when it came to Force Lore. I'm guessing God knew what I had planned and figured that would come in handy.

I specialized in Sith Alchemy when it came to the intellectual side of the Sith. I was unrivaled with a Lightsaber but early on my Master had told me to never focus solely on one skill. As much as a jackass as he was, he did have his bright points. Being very smart one of the few ones. Where as Baras focused on torture and spy networking, I went to the power to create and mold. Sith Alchemy. But where Darth Plagueis focused on biological Sith Alchemy, I had my talents in non biological augmentation, Sith Runes, and Dark Side Forging. I could feel the power surging into my arms as I pushed off the large slab of metal.

"Time for a fucking role call…" I grumbled to myself. Happy that I sounded perfectly to what the Sith Warrior sounded like in the MMO. "Vette! I heard you so get over here and help me out of this shit!" I yelled out trying not to sound like a total jackass but I'm in a ton of pain… so sue me. Plus, I was a bit of a jackass in both lives so it worked.

"Gees… don't get so worried boss." Vette called back as she ducked under some of the wreckage to get to me. I was surprised that she was the red version of Vette instead of the canon blue. Whatever… she still looked very delicious. Oh good… Sith me is as big as pervert as I was, only he was able to pull it off with the whole Dark Side fueled passion thing. "You know… you weren't nearly as grumpy the last time we crash landed." She said as she helped me up and supported part of my weight. I was more lean than bulky, still very strong and fit as a powerful Sith Lord should be but I had more of a Hound's frame than the Mountain's. Which was good in my opinion. I would prefer speed over strength.

"That's because my darling Vette the last time we crashed landed it wasn't MY FUCKING SHIP!" I raged and then with a deep breath clamped down on that rage. I could feel my eyes turning yellow with the power of the Dark Side. Nope, I was in control. I just got this new life and I wasn't going to spend it as a mindless power hungry berserker. "Jaesa… you're taking your sweet time getting yourself free. If you can't do this little thing… I'm going to start looking for your replacement." I chuckled as I had no intention of ever doing that. One, Jaesa's powers would be invaluable in the courts of Westeros. Two, she was one of the most deadly Sith out there with a lightsaber. And three and perhaps most importantly… damn fuck was she good in bed.

"You have so little faith in me master." Jaesa's voice we could hear but Vette needed a few seconds to look around and then finally up to see Jaesa looking down at us through a hole in the ship's hull. A large smile at her lips and a gleam in her eye whenever we did something crazy. Thrill junkie she was and I loved her for that.

"Have you seen the surrounding area yet?" I called up to her. I needed to know where in Westeros I was. I had nine years before Robert's Rebellion, a chain of events I was not interested in stopping, but I had a lot of ground work to cover before that.

"We're in some mountains, air's breathable… cold enough to where Broonmark might feel homesick." At that there was a deep rumbling in the ship. Clearly the Talz warrior heard that comment. I smiled under my respirator. The North… hopefully. Didn't matter how North too, either way it would do me well.

"Broonmark! I assume that you're alive?" I asked gleefully at the prospect of having my pet psychopath alien hunter alive and ready for battle. There was more crashing sounds and soon enough the hulking frame of the white furred alien came into view. Oh how I was going to love unleashing him upon the Free Folk. The True North was the best place for someone like Broonmark.

"We won't be killed that easily." Broonmark said in its native tongue… although that phrase was wrong given Talz don't have tongues. Huh. "Wrath… what is our orders?" Broonmark asked clearly not at all concerned for the fact we were in a wrecked ship. He was… a bit thicker than I had thought he would be.

"Get out of the ship and start gathering information on the immediate local area. If you find anyone, capture them. We need information first and then kill them after." I could feel through the Force that Broonmark was satisfied with those orders… mostly on the killing them after part. He was hungry for blood but he was still a competent soldier and hunter. The large Talz soon went for the way that normally was to the unloading ramp, currently blocked by debris. The four eyed alien had no problems moving said debris away and was on his way out of the ship and into the wilderness. "Quinn! Pierce! Please don't tell me I'm stuck all alone with the women and the killing machine." That earned a small jab to the gut by Vette and a chuckle from my apprentice. Just like Broonmark there was a sound of crashing metal.

"We're safe my lord!" Pierce called out from the cockpit. "Captain's wounded though… and we could use some assistance." It was trivial to do so, with a small move of my hand, the massive slab of metal that was blocking the doorway to the cockpit was pushed aside. Once the dust settled, Lieutenant Pierce came out helping a wounded Malavai Quinn. I knew that it was very likely that these two and myself were the last true Imperials in the galaxy. But that wouldn't be the situation forever, I was going to make sure of that.

"What's the Captain's condition?" I asked as Pierce approached me and Vette. From what I could sense his life force wasn't in danger to the point I was really worried but he was in a great amount of pain.

"Shrapnel in his arm, knocked out for who knows how long… likely some internal trauma." Pierce replied before looking over to where the medical bay used to be. "I don't think the Bacta tanks are going to be an option." And bluish liquid was leaking out of the room confirming that the life saving tank would not be saving anyone any time soon.

"No… they're not." I said as I nodded for Vette to start helping me outside through Broonmark's made exit.

"Wait… what about the droid?" Vette asked and I honestly forgot all about the stupid droid that came with the ship. We all looked around for a moment before we centered on the destroyed body of the imperial service droid. "Aw… now I'm going to do everything." Vette whined and I chuckled. Before getting jabbed in the gut again. The four of us made it outside the Fury's wreaked form and found Jaesa waiting by a hastily made fire. It was the North alright, and the problem was I'm pretty damn sure that it's winter. That was going to be a big problem.

"Vette… I want you back in there making sure that the Fury isn't about to explode any time soon. For right now the ship is our best means of shelter and I'm not about to die from frostbite." I grumbled as Vette helped set me down by the fire. She griped a bit but did as told as such a fate wasn't high on her wish list either. Lieutenant Pierce laid out Quinn next to me and I began looking him over. In my old life I would never claim to be a medical doctor but the Sith side of me did know a great deal from learning all I could to better use Sith Alchemy for augmentation. Wasn't a doctor, I had no idea how to heal but I knew which squish parts did what.

"How's he looking my lord?" Piece asked looking over both of us. "You're not looking too good either." He said once he was given a second to look at me as well. Memories of pierce came back as well, finding him and his wasted talents on Taris. Then putting those talents to better use under my command. Fighting side by side through many of the battles against the forces that threatened the Empire. I still owed him a drink that he constantly forgot when we were drinking but then remembered days later.

"I know… Jaesa. Time to put some of that Jedi training to good use." I said looking over to my apprentice. She frowned at hearing that as she instantly knew what I meant. "I won't hear any of that, right now we are without proper medical supplies so get to work on the captain while I handle my own injuries." I ordered, and it looked like she was going to argue but all it took was flaring my power in the Dark Side and she quieted down. In fact, she looked both pleased and aroused by the show of authority and dominance. But right now wasn't the time to be thinking about screwing around, I sat ready in a meditative position and began channeling the Force around me.

It was a much more active thing this time. I could feel the flow of energy that seemed to have no real specific location around me. It was just… there. I never once felt something like this… but I supposed that was the point. First came flashes of me doing this very thing under my master, Darth Baras, him teaching me the lesson that I could never forget. Never let the Dark Side rule you, instead you rule it.

I could feel the Dark Side slither its way through the ebbs and flows of the ambient Force around me and the area near me. Never before had the idea of the Serpent in the Garden of Eden feel more appropriate than it did here. It was a Devil, ready to promise and give you everything you wanted and desired. But at a cost. The Devil came and held out a hand ready to strike a deal. Instead of taking the offered hand and grabbed the wrist and forced the Dark Side to Submit. In the end, the Dark Side seemed more pleased at that than if I had taken the offered power.

But the power that the Dark Side offered wasn't what I needed. The power to destroy and corrupt was nice and would be needed later but for right now I needed something else. I then focused on peace and tranquility. And like that the snake left the Force and was replaced with a formless glow. The Light Side was cautious to be around a person like me. But the Force held no bias, it would come to any that could use it. I breathed in and the soothing power of the Light Side entered my body. The pain of my injuries numbed as the power of the Force steamed through my body.

"That will have to do for now…" I mumbled to myself as I removed my respirator. I wasn't nearly as proficient in the Light Side to fully heal my wounds but I could at least get it to the point where I could move. I stood up and began my way around the small clearing that we had crashed in. The ground had been considerably ripped apart by the Fury's crash landing, no doubt that someone would have seen it. "Lieutenant, coordinate with Vette to salvage what you can from the ship and see to that it doesn't explode."

"Yes sir." Piece gave me a firm salute and began toward the ship again. Passing by Jaesa as she came to me and soon to my side.

"Quinn will live but… that's about as much as I can do." She said not at all disappointed in her failure. I had asked her to do Jedi healing… something she was proud to have grown rusty in. "Something wrong master? You're strangely calm given all that's happened." It was understandable. The Empire was collapsing from her point of view, I already knew that we were several thousand years to the future and all of the Old Galaxy was now in legend to the modern Galaxy. And there was the bit about crash landing on an unknown world… there was that.

"Reach out to the Force… see if you can feel a difference." I said wanting to see what she would find. Jaesa closed her eyes and I could feel her doing as told, opening herself to the Force and feeling it as a whole.

"There's… I can barely recognize it. I mean it's still the Force but… at the same time it's so different than before." She said astonished. "Master, what does this mean?"

"It could mean a great many things my apprentice. The Force reacts to us, to all living beings. But to those that use the Force most of all. The Light and the Dark, both sides of the Force are forever in a power struggle… or at least that's how it's always been." I growled that last part out. The absolute fools of the Sith and Jedi. It was painfully obvious that the Force demanded a balance. That it would continue to create an opposing force to whatever side was in power at the moment. "But the Force… the level of change couldn't be possible in the time it took to get wherever we are. Something has gone wrong… but at the same time we're alive." I said looking back down to Jaesa. "And as long as we are alive we have possibilities. And whatever has happened to us is the will of the Force."

"And we should just… follow along to what the Force wants for us?" Jaesa asked as I turned around and started back towards the small fire outside our wreck of a ship.

"Fuck no!" I barked out laughing. "We aren't some dumbass Jedi. This is just the hand we've been dealt." I continued to laugh all the way back to the campfire. I didn't see the look of devotion and awe that Jaesa had for me or what I said, I could feel it. This was a great wish.

Brandon Stark was sure that it was a good idea at the time. That he would go out on his own and find the fallen star. He had gone with his father to Last Hearth home of the Umbers. Even though it was Winter, as the Starks of Winterfell it was their duty to answer the requests of their bannermen. Lord Umber had said that the northern mountain clans had been causing trouble.

Last Hearth had always been problematic, not in a loyalty sense. The Umbers were one if not the most loyal of the Houses of the North. But the problem was that its lands were often the target of Wildlings from north of the wall and the various mountain clans that lived apart from the rest of the North. This made the men of House Umber some of the most battle-hardened men of the North and force to be reckoned with, but with Winter at its peak the House needed assistance in keeping its lands secure. Brandon's father was a strong and honorable man, one that was ready and very willing to do just what needed to be done.

Brandon came along because Father had been thinking over the idea of having him fostered at Last Hearth. Brandon didn't care about all of that, the boy was ten and one name days old and so the idea of travel itself was reason enough to be excited. Plus… maybe a chance to fight himself?

They met up with Lord Umber and some of his men at a small town along the Kingsroad a few days from Last Hearth. There was a small fest and Lord Umber and Brandon's father talked and drank. But Brandon was stuck in a room in the inn all by himself. His father said that he was too young for what was going on at the fest. And so, for the most part Brandon tried to go to sleep but the noise from below kept him up, so he spent time watching the stars. The Maesters said that people are able to tell their way by the stars and there were shapes in the sky. And as he was watching the sky he saw one of the stars fall down and crash into the northern mountains. And with reckless abandon, Brandon left his room and sneaked off to the stables. He had been pretty good at riding during his lessons back home, but it was a bit of trouble to do it from Kingsroad and to the mountains where he saw the star fall.

And that was what got him into the trouble his was in now. His horse had bucked him off after entering the rocky landscape of the Northern Mountains. Brandon was now all alone and while he was well clothed for the North, it was Winter and so he was quite cold.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all." He shivered to himself as he trudged through the heavy snow. He was completely lost and had no clue to just where he was. He still wanted to find the star that fell, but now more than anything he was hoping that father would come and find him. But all thoughts of his father rescuing him came an abrupt end at the sight of people moving out from their hidden places between the trees. They weren't dressed in any armor of the North but in furs and small bits of copper. Benjen could recognize that he was no surrounded by men of the mountains.

"What hav' we 'ere. A little one lost his way?" One of the bigger of the men mocked as he approached Benjen. A cruel smile clear on his face could be seen even through the light winter snowfall. Benjen took a few hobbled steps back but hit something big and unmoving. The boy looked up and before he could draw his sword he was knocked out with a strong hit to the head.

"What should we do wif this brat?" The tribesmen said as he lifted Brandon up off the ground.

"Bring 'em back to camp. Wif any luck, he'll be a fancy noble we can 'old. Keep the lowlanders busy lookin' for 'em." With that the hunters laughed as they made their way back to their tribe's camp. Never seeing that they had been watched by something that was far from human.

I stretched out my arms from my place on the scrap chair I had cobbled together out of spare parts. It decently resembled a lawn chair but I still wasn't satisfied with it in terms of comfort. But it wasn't made for comfort but instead to help along with my healing. My body was still very much recovering and movement was not helping in that regard.

Pierce and Vette were still combing through the ship for useful tech that might have survived the crash. Thankfully the reactor of the ship was more or less inert and not in any way a danger. So neither would it be leaking anything harmful or be blowing up any time soon. Quinn was still out of it but I could sense he was getting better. Broonmark was still out hunting and doing his thing… hopefully not too much of his thing. And Jaesa…

"Master… I'm bored." Jaesa groaned from her position in my lap. Something I found very enjoyable and would not object to if it wasn't for the fact we were in a very serious situation. But Jaesa being Jaesa didn't care much about that. And just decided to mess with her master, Me, by sitting right down in my lap and every now and then moving around in said lap to try and excite me into alleviating her boredom.

"Jaesa… do you want me to make you work alongside Piece and Vette?" I deadpanned not wanting to have to deal with Jaesa's sexy advances and adorable pouting. She crossed her arms and grumbled a no to me and that was about as good as I was going to get. I sighed and then cleared my mind. I projected my mind out to the surrounding lands. It was sparsely populated, and the cold was so strong it was ingrained into the land itself. This was the North alright. But not beyond the Wall, I could feel the Wall north of us through the Force. It was surely constructed using some type of Force techniques as it felt very much like how other structures of that nature felt. But instead of something like nearly anything on Dromund Kaas where it was infused with the power of the Dark Side or the Jedi Temple on Coruscant where the Light Side was pulsing in the very walls, the Wall felt very neutral. Favoring neither side. An interesting tidbit of information that I would have to investigate later.

"What are you plotting Master��� I'm sure you have to be scheming something." Jaesa said as she leaned in closer once again trying to use the fact I found her extremely attractive in her favor. I thanked god for the fact I couldn't feel anything beyond my armor, because given the way she was pressing herself into my chest I would have given my thoughts away. And not just by her Empathic abilities would my thoughts on the matter be made loud and clear.

"That depends on where, when, and why we are here. Force I miss Imperial Intelligence and my spy network." I groaned, ignoring the howling side of my mind that was nagging me to fall for Jaesa's trap. For one thing, if I did do that… she'd be bored and turned off that it was that easy. And secondly, I was the master and she was the apprentice and so I could not and would not be on her beck and call.

"You really think that we're not in the same time as when you entered hyperspace?" She asked now being a little more serious. There was a devious and cunning mind behind that mask of a spoiled and hedonistic psychopath. A mind that I personally found sexier than her tits or ass by lightyears.

"Yes, I don't know what went wrong but all my instincts are telling me that something has changed deeply in the Force. And such a change could not have happened so suddenly… whatever happened needed a great deal of time to occur." I said even though I only had a small thread of evidence for this theory. But I needed to get everyone on the idea that the Empire was gone as soon as I could. Breaking me out of my thoughts and me and Jaesa's discussion was the sound of Broonmark coming out of the tree line. Dragging behind him a whole stag.

"We found humans… all of them wearing at best bronze armor and primitive weapons." The Talz said as he dragged the stag into the middle of campsite. "Also dinner… we want the head." He said before pulling out his vibrosword and started cutting into the meat to butcher it as best he could.

"Bronze armor and primitive weapons… please tell me we aren't on a developing pre-space flight world. Agh… it will take forever to get off this rock then." Jaesa groaned and I had to internally agree with her. Unless we got the ship or the communication equipment working, preferably the former rather than the latter, we would need to develop the world into hyperspace level of tech at a pace that was nearly impossible. Me and Jaesa had limited extended life spans with Force rejuvenation but that would not be enough to pull it off effectively. I'm fairly sure God would give me an out so I wasn't that worried.

"Saw them kidnap a human teen boy… we followed them to their camp… good number to be a good fight." Broonmark said as he ripped off one of the legs off the carcass. That… I needed to know about.

"Describe the boy." I said seriously and looked to Jaesa to get off. She could sense that I was no longer willing to entertain her teasing and so did as told. She knew that once I got serious any foolishness would be met with punishment. And not the fun kind. I stood up and listened to Broonmark describe the boy… it was a dead ringer for a young Brandon Stark. What the fuck was Brandon doing in the Northern Mountains. There was no mention of Brandon having an incident like this in the books. So that only left… fuck me. "Broonmark… new mission. We're going to save that boy and murder that tribe." I said as I began to walk towards the trees. Using the Force to grab and pull to me my Sith respirator.

"Master… shouldn't we ally with the tribe? And by that… crush their spirit and rule with an iron fist?" Jaesa asked with a small chuckle that I as a fellow psychopath couldn't help but find just so cute.

"Maybe… but I really want to kill something right now." I said as I placed the mask over my lower face and pulled my heavy hood over my head. My armor was built for the Marauder class of Sith warrior combining both aspects of sharp and protective light armor and dark and mystic robes. "And no, you can't come. I want you here with the ship. Continue on your meditations and try and figure out just where in the galaxy we are." I said but then stopped… and thought over something that might cause problems later on.

I looked to my right and in the ground was a slab of the outer hull of the Fury Class Interceptor that was my ship. I reached out with the Force and lifted the hulk of blackened metal, it was likely of better or at least equal quality to Valyrian Steel though more than likely lacked many of the extra features the supposedly magic steel had. More things on my list to investigate. But it was the density, strength, and quality of the high-tech metal I needed. The extra stuff would come from somewhere else.

The hulk floated over to me and I began pressing it with all the strength I could demand out of the force. The sound of crunching metal drew all attention from the ship and in the campsite, minus Quinn. Then with my other hand I threw out a torrent of Force Lightning and began melting the metal down together. Large chunks of the piece of my ship flew off, unable to handle the amount of pressure that I was putting on it.