《A sith dies, A huntsman rises.》An ally
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An armored man later in the grass, alone, groaning he sat up. He looked around his surroundings, taking in what he saw before him.
The last thing he remembered was a warrior's burial after he was the Mand'alor, serving his people valiantly for decades.
He observed a forest to his left and a stream to his right. He stood up his foot kicking something, he kneeled and observed what was at his feet, his old pulse rifle.
He picked up the rifle and looked down the sights, the detachable telescope still there. Its condition made it seem like he bought it yesterday.
Once at the stream, he took an inventory of what he had, his blaster, his pulse rifle, the beskar spear, his jet pack, his beskar armor, and the dark saber.
He took a seat next to the riverbed, observing the surrounding environment. He was about to remove his helmet when he heard a twig snap.
Exploding into motion, he twirled crouching on one leg. He pointed his pulse rifle into the forest where he heard the noise.
As he watched, a large black creature emerged from the bushes, lowering his rifle slowly, it was just the natural wildlife.
Then the black creature charged, he quickly raised his rifle again and fired, the bolt disintegrating the beast.
He watched in amazement as the black creature began to dissolve.
Sliding his jet pack on, he attached his spear, to the jet pack along with the pulse rifle. He pressed a button on his wrist gauntlet and lifted into the air before flying off.
The armored man continued flying, he saw more of the black creatures below him, but they paid him no attention.
As he continued to fly, he came across a settlement, at least there are people here, thought the armored man. As he began to slow down, he flipped backward using his thrusters to slow his approach.
As he landed he every single person ran outside to point at the flying man. As he landed he could tell everybody was nervous about his presence. Drawing his blaster, he fired behind him, dropping another one of the black creatures.
The armored man then walked into the town, still feeling every eye in the town on him. He walked towards the bar looking for information.
The door opened, he noticed that they weren't automatic. So, they aren't highly advanced, technology-wise. He thought to himself.
He walked up to the bar counter, the bar immediately quieting down. The man walked up to the bar. The bartender looking at him.
Bartender: can I help you with something?
Man: I'm looking for information.
Bartender: alright, what do ya want to know.
Man: Where am I?
Bartender: You're in a village just outside, Mistral.
Man: No, what planet?
The bartender looked at him with a confused expression on his face.
Bartender: uh... you're on the world of Remnant, I hope that helps.
The man was silent, before getting up off the counter and beginning to walk away.
Bartender: Hey pal, are you a huntsman?
The man turned his head, this time he was the one confused. Did he mean bounty hunter?
Man: No... I'm a Mandalorian.
Vader continued to fly the bullhead, now reaching the land of darkness. The birthplace of all the Grimm.
Vader flew past a group of wild nevermore, they equaled before taking off when he flew past.
Seeing his destination ahead of him, a castle made out of the surrounding crystals.
Vader landed the bullhead next to another ship, not recognizing the design he began powering off the bullhead.
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The door opened and Vader strutted out. Making his way towards the door. He was stopped by several people. A large man, another man with a crazed look on his face, and a man with a mustache.
Mustache man: You have some nerve coming here, whoever you are. But unfortunately, nerve will not get you far here. Tyrian?
The crazed man, now Vader knew as Tyrian, lept up to attack Vader, but was quickly slammed to the ground. The large man charged and tried to punch Vader only for him to be frozen mid-punch. then sent flying back into the castle.
Salem: Enough. Watts.
Salem appeared next to Watts, he jumped in surprise. Salem slowly approached Vader, he waited until she was near before kneeling down, his hatred and rage beginning to swirl.
Vader: (remember the plan)
Vader thought to himself, keeping himself calm as Salem slowly approached.
Vader: My queen.
Salem: Rise...
Vader did as ordered, standing to follow Salem as she entered her castle.
A few hours later, Vader had effectively seen the layout of Evernight castle. He currently stood behind Salem as someone entered the room.
Cinder: My queen, what is your... bidding...
Cinder froze when she saw Vader behind Salem, she quickly launched a fireball at him which his lightsaber absorbed.
Salem: Enough Cinder, Vader is with us now...
Cinder didn't speak but kept her eyes trained on him, as Vader stared back with his emotionless helmet.
Salem: Cinder... I want you to train with Vader here, learn how to fight better before I send you with your teammates. Are they in position?
Cinder: Yes...my queen.
Vader: (internally) In position? What does Salem mean by that?
Cinder then turned, Salem motioned for Vader to follow her.
Vader and Cinder's blades clashed as they sparred in the dojo.
Cinder: I don't trust you.
Vader: Neither do I...
Vader deflected Cinder's blade as he slowly moved forward.
Vader: But I am curious... how does this, fall maiden power work?
Cinder didn't reply, but only summoned a blast of fire, Vader created a barrier and the fire moved around him.
Vader: You call on your emotions? It is similar to the force then in that aspect.
Cinder: How do you know that?
Vader: I can sense emotions, girl. When you summoned that barrage of fire, you used your anger to control it.
Vader: But...
Vader launched her up against the wall.
Vader: It is nothing compared to the force.
Ozpin sat in his office, having recently broken up a fight between Qrow and Winter, he awaited for General Ironwood to arrive from the elevator.
The elevator dinged, out stepped General Ironwood and Winter Schnee. Ironwood immediately getting whipped on the face by Glynda. Winter reacted in shock, to which Glynda replied.
Glynda: Oh, don't act surprised, Winter! You helped him!
Qrow: Anyone gonna tell me what's happened or no?
Ozpin: (sighs)Qrow... James here thought that it was a wise decision to capture Vader, and experiment on him, without telling any of us! Now Vader is missing and we have no means of tracking him.
Qrow stared at Ironwood dumbfounded, before looking at Glynda, seeing the saddened look on her face, immediately understanding.
Qrow: I see... James, what were you thinking?! Were you high on dust when this happened?!
Qrow ended this with a drink from his flask.
Ironwood: I'll admit it wasn't the wisest decision, I suspected the reason why he was able to rescue team RWBY was that he was working with them.
This time Ozpin hit him with his cane.
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Ozpin: I have made more mistakes than every man, woman, and child, but you. You made one of the biggest. Did you see what he did to the white fang base?! He slaughtered everyone inside, get your head out of your ass, Ironwood. Vader was an ally, now he's gone.
With that Ozpin returned to his desk, placing his head on his cane, deep in thought.
After the sparring match, Vader lifted an exhausted Cinder off the ground and set her on her feet.
Vader: You have power girl, but power without training is nothing.
With that Vader turned to walk back to Salem. As he was in the hallway, he got a notification on his scroll, the Vytal Festival was in full swing now, since Team RWBY beat Team FNKI.
Vader entered the room Salem was in, kneeling down again.
Vader: My queen...
Salem: Hello Vader. I have a request for you, recently, a criminal organization captured a mysterious armored man, normally I wouldn't be concerned about a small criminal organization, but this man had a sword that could cut through any material. Sound familiar?
Salem: I want you to investigate this man, once that is done, destroy the criminal organization. They are bothersome and must know their place.
Vader nodded and stood to leave. Passing by Cinder as he exited the room.
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As Vader walked down the streets of Mistral, he was alone with his thoughts. He needed to contact Beacon somehow, to warn them of what was to come. Vader would warn them himself, but he needed to stay behind to learn as much as he could.
Salem hadn't revealed everything to him yet, over the weeks he was there, but Vader could feel the tension of Cinder when they were sparring.
As Vader reached the lower levels, he searched for the lair of the spiders, the criminal organization Salem had mentioned.
Vader reached out with the force, sensing that they were nearby. Vader opened his eyes, locking his vision on a bar across the street.
Vader strode across, people moving out of his way as he walked. He reached the door and opened it, the bar immediately quieting when Vader entered, the rain dripping off his armor.
Bartender: The bar's closed pal!
Vader ignored him and strode forward, walking up to a woman smoking a cigarette.
Vader: I have come for the armored man.
Lady: Now... Why would you be here? We hadn't even made a ransom for him yet.
Vader looked at the Lady, seeing something that made his eyes widen, a Mandalorian helmet next to her.
Vader: That does not matter, where did you get that helmet?
Spider: Respect Little Miss Malachite, mister, if not, (points gun at Vader) blam.
Vader: Fools.
Vader clenched his fist, each spider lifted into the air, gagging. Little Miss's smug face disappeared when she saw Vader suffocating every member in the bar.
With a twist of his wrist, Each spider's neck snapped, then fell to the ground.
Little Miss: Now hold on a second dear... Maybe we could talk about this?
Vader didn't reply, he unclipped his lightsaber from his belt. Pulling Little Miss forward, Vader activated his lightsaber and sliced her in half.
Retracting his lightsaber, he reached out with the force. Pulling the Mandalorian helmet towards him, he examined it, the beskar was relatively new and pure. Vader thought seeing the light reflect off the shining helmet.
Reaching out with the force, Vader found a secret button on Little Miss's desk. Pressing it, Vader watched a secret compartment open. Reaching out with the force, Vader could sense a lifeform not moving in the cell.
The Mandalorian sat in his cell, banging his head against the cell. Still not believing he was able to be captured.
His thoughts were interrupted however when he heard the compartment door open. Standing, he watched as an armored man walked into the prison room, a black helmet covering his face. He was holding his helmet.
Mando: Who are you?
Vader turned to face the Mandalorian, he still had his armor on. Reaching out with the force, he unlocked the cell and it swung open.
Vader: I am Vader... And I am rescuing you.
Mando: Why?
Vader: When you died, were you transported to this world?
Mando: H-How did you know that?
Vader: Because the same thing happened to me.
Mando froze when he heard this, the last few weeks had been a rush to him. Dying, reincarnating on this planet that didn't even have space travel, fighting criminals, being captured, and then being freed by a man who claimed to have arrived on the planet the same way.
Mando then watched as Vader floated all of his gear towards him, Mando eagerly putting it on. Then caught his helmet, which had been floated towards him.
Vader: Ready yourself Mandalorian, for we are not alone.
Vader said turning to face one way, while Mando grabbed his beskar spear and got into a fighting stance, facing the opposite direction of Vader.
Mando: My name is Din Dijarin, Are you a Jedi?
Vader: Not exactly... Where did you get that beskar spear?
Din: It was gifted to me by a Jedi named Ahsoka Tano.
Vader turned to face Din but quickly turned back when the gang members broke through.
Din rushed forward, beskar spear in hand, knocking the first gang members slugthrower out of their hand with the shaft of the spear. Then stabbed the man with the spearhead. Pulling it out, he blocked the blade of another spider, activating his flamethrower, he lit the face of the spider on fire.
Vader sliced and stabbed, whilst deflecting bullets with his lightsaber, easily taking care of the rest of the spiders. Looking back at the Mandalorian, Din Dijarin, Vader saw he had also taken care of his spiders. Vader forgetting how good fighters Mandalorians were.
Din: I must thank you for freeing me, is there anything I can do to repay you?
Vader: Walk with me Mandalorian.
Vader motioned for him to follow, Din attached his spear to his jetpack and followed.
As they exited the bar, Vader and Din continued walking until they came across a bullhead shipyard.
Vader: There is a safe space in another kingdom on this planet, I need you to deliver a message to a man named Ozpin, he is the headmaster at an academy named Beacon. Take a bullhead and fly there quickly, for I do not know how long you'll have to deliver the message.
Din: How will I fly the... bullhead was it?
Din said pointing at the bullhead, to which Vader replied.
Vader: It is incredibly similar to a starship if you've flown one of those before, you can fly a bullhead.
Din nodded at this, Vader removed his scroll from his arm and handed it to Din.
Vader: The message is on this device. Good luck Mandalorian.
Din nodded and walked towards the bullhead, getting in and powering it on almost effortlessly. Din nodded at Vader one last time before flying away. Searching for the coordinates to Beacon.
Vader: Fly fast Mandalorian, Fly fast.
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