Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and all rights for character, plots and settings belong to GRRM and George Lucas/Disney. I have no ownership.
A/N: Surprise! This is a new crossover fan fic I've been thinking about and decided to finally flesh out. This is a Star Wars Legends crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire. I can't promise I will be updating this fic as frequently as I would like since Kill The Boy is still my main priority but I shall try with my limited time. I hope you guys like this story and please let me know your opinions!
Coruscant
The turbolift whispered to a halt on the upper levels of Coruscant's most prestigious residential tower. Luke Skywalker stepped out, his black boots silent against the polished floor. The hallway stretched before him, floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the endless city-planet's skyline—streams of speeders and ships crisscrossing between gleaming spires that caught the setting sun.
Luke paused, adjusting his grip on the small durasteel container tucked under his arm. Its weight felt disproportionate to its size, as if the contents carried a gravity all their own. He drew a deep breath, centering himself in the Force before approaching the apartment door.
The door slid open before he could announce himself. Leia stood there, her smile bright but eyes immediately searching his.
"I felt you coming from three floors down," she said, embracing him.
Luke returned the hug with his free arm. "Still working on masking my presence."
Han appeared behind her, leaning against the doorframe with his characteristic half-smile. "Kid! About time you showed up. We were starting to think you'd gone hermit on us again."
The apartment was spacious yet comfortable—a diplomat's residence with touches of Han's practical influence. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased Coruscant's endless horizon, the amber glow of sunset bathing everything in warm light.
"Can I get you something?" Leia asked, noticing Luke's unusually solemn demeanor.
Luke shook his head, placing the container on the low table in the center of the room. "I found something. Something I think you both need to see."
Han and Leia exchanged glances as they sat across from him. Luke ran his hand—his real one, not the cybernetic replacement—over the container's smooth surface.
"After the Battle of Endor, I began searching for Jedi artifacts—anything that survived the purge." Luke's voice remained steady, but his fingers betrayed his tension as they traced the container's edge. "Three weeks ago, I discovered coordinates in Ben's journals. They led to a hidden vault on Mustafar."
"Mustafar?" Han frowned.
"Vader's sanctuary." Luke opened the container, revealing several items nestled in protective padding. "These belonged to our father, Leia. Before... and after."
Leia's posture stiffened as Luke carefully removed the objects: a small holoprojector, a tarnished mechanical component, a charred piece of fabric—and finally, a red crystalline polyhedron that seemed to absorb rather than reflect the room's light.
Leia recoiled visibly, her chair scraping against the floor as she pushed back. Her face transformed, softness hardening into sharp angles, eyes flashing with barely contained fury.
"A Sith holocron." Her voice cut through the room like a vibroblade. "Destroy it, Luke. Nothing good can come from Vader's secrets."
Luke met her gaze unflinchingly. "I understand your feelings, Leia, but this holocron might contain information about Imperial remnants. Knowledge we need."
"Knowledge?" Leia stood, arms crossed tightly. "That thing is a repository of dark side teachings. Every piece of that man's legacy is poison." Her voice trembled slightly. "You weren't there when he... when he made me watch Alderaan die. You don't know what darkness he was capable of."
"I was there when he saved me from the Emperor," Luke countered, his tone gentle but firm. "When he returned to the light."
"One moment of decency doesn't erase decades of atrocity."
Luke lifted the other items from the container. "These are different. Personal effects, memories. I'll destroy them if that's what you want. But the holocron contains tactical information we can't ignore."
Leia paced toward the window, silhouetted against Coruscant's skyline. "The dark side corrupts, Luke. It doesn't give without taking something in return."
"I've faced the dark side before. I resisted it then. I can resist it now."
Han, who had been uncharacteristically silent, leaned forward. He scratched his head, eyes darting between the siblings.
"Look, Princess, I don't like it either, but if it helps us track down those Imperial holdouts..." He shrugged, uncomfortable but practical. "We've got reports of activity in the Outer Rim. If this thing has intel on what they're planning..."
Leia's shoulders slumped slightly, though her face remained resolute. "You two are impossible."
Luke carefully placed the personal items back in the container. "These I'll destroy, as you wish. But the holocron—we need to see what's inside."
He placed the red polyhedron on the table, closing his eyes and extending his hand. The room fell silent except for their breathing. For several moments, nothing happened. Then the edges of the holocron began to glow, its facets separating slightly as it rose an inch above the table's surface.
A holographic image flickered to life—the unmistakable armored form of Darth Vader, helmet and mask in place, mechanical breathing eerily absent from the recording.
"If this recording has activated, then you have found my private vault, my son." The deep voice filled the room. "What I am about to share was hidden even from the Emperor."
Leia inhaled sharply. Han moved to her side, his hand finding hers.
"In my quest to overthrow Palpatine, I discovered his greatest secret. Beyond Rakata Prime, in the Unknown Regions, lies an ancient Sith artifact of immeasurable power. The Emperor spent decades searching for it—a relic said to grant its wielder power over life and death itself. Immortality, without the flawed transfer of essence he had mastered."
The hologram shifted, displaying star charts and coordinates.
"I believe he found it shortly before his death, but was unable to claim it. If Imperial loyalists discover its location..." The image of Vader seemed to look directly at Luke. "You must find it first, or destroy it. Such power cannot fall into the wrong hands."
The holocron closed with a soft click, settling back onto the table.
Luke looked up at Han and Leia. "If someone like Thrawn found this artifact—"
"They'd be unstoppable," Han finished.
Luke rose to his feet. "I have to go. I need to find this artifact before anyone else does."
Leia stepped forward, her anger now replaced with concern. "Luke, no. This could be a trap. Or worse—exactly what the dark side wants."
"Which is why I have to be the one to go."
"Then I'm coming with you," Han said, straightening.
Luke shook his head. "The New Republic needs you both here. This is a journey I need to make alone."
Leia embraced her brother fiercely. "You promised me once you'd always come back. I'm holding you to that."
"I'll send word when I can." Luke picked up the holocron, securing it in his belt pouch. "The coordinates are in uncharted space. It won't be easy to maintain communication."
Han clasped Luke's shoulder. "Take the Falcon. She's faster than that X-wing of yours."
"And let you miss all the fun?" Luke managed a smile. "I'll be fine with my ship."
Leia held his gaze. "May the Force be with you, Luke."
"Always," he answered, knowing it might be months before they saw each other again. "And with you both."
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Unknown Regions
Luke watched the streaking stars of hyperspace elongate around his cockpit, their familiar patterns gradually giving way to unknown constellations. His modified X-wing hummed steadily, the additional hyperdrive motivators he'd installed allowing him to push deeper into the Unknown Regions than any New Republic vessel had ventured.
R2-D2 warbled anxiously from his socket behind the cockpit.
"I know, old friend. We're well beyond the nav charts now." Luke checked his instruments, confirming their position against Vader's coordinates. "Another twelve hours at this speed."
The astromech's response came as a series of concerned beeps.
"No, I don't sense any immediate danger." Luke adjusted the life support settings, conserving power for the long journey ahead. "But stay alert. The Unknown Regions earned their name for good reason."
As the X-wing continued its solitary journey, Luke engaged the autopilot and closed his eyes. His breathing slowed, deepening as he settled into meditation. The cockpit around him faded from his awareness as he reached out through the Force, seeking guidance, clarity.
The vastness of space reflected the emptiness he encountered—no familiar presences, no echoes of civilization. Only distant pinpricks of life, scattered across immeasurable distances. And something else... a faint resonance, like a whisper just beyond hearing.
R2's alarmed whistle jolted Luke back to awareness.
"What is it, R2?"
The droid's frantic response scrolled across the translation screen: UNIDENTIFIED VESSELS APPROACHING. THREE SIGNATURES.
Luke's hands flew to the controls, disengaging autopilot as he scanned the sensor readings. Three ships had appeared from nowhere, closing fast—sleek, predatory craft with distinctive swept-back wings and reinforced hulls.
"Ravagers," Luke muttered, recognizing the notorious pirate vessels that prowled the edges of known space. "They must have been waiting in the shadow of that asteroid field."
The lead ship fired, red bolts of energy streaking past the X-wing's port side. Luke banked hard, pushing the throttle forward as he corkscrewed away from the attack pattern.
R2 shrieked in alarm.
"I see them!" Luke called, his voice calm despite the danger. "Hold tight!"
He reached out to the Force, letting it flow through him, enhancing his reflexes and perception. Time seemed to slow as his awareness expanded. He could feel the intent of the pilots behind him, anticipate their movements before they executed them.
The ravagers split formation, attempting to box him in. Luke waited until the last possible moment before cutting his engines and flipping the X-wing in a maneuver that would have crushed an unprepared pilot under the g-forces. His S-foils locked into attack position as he came about, facing his pursuers.
"Let's even these odds."
Luke's first shots caught the trailing ravager unprepared. The precision volley struck its port engine, sending it spinning into space in a shower of sparks and debris. The second ravager banked sharply, attempting to flank him, but Luke was already adjusting his trajectory, letting the Force guide his aim.
Two clean shots pierced the ravager's cockpit. The ship drifted lifelessly, its systems going dark.
The lead ship, however, proved more challenging. Its pilot demonstrated skill beyond the typical ravager, executing a series of evasive maneuvers that kept Luke's targeting computer struggling to maintain a lock.
"R2, divert power from rear shields to weapons!"
Luke pursued the ravager through a series of tight turns, trading fire as they wove between scattered asteroids. A glancing blow rocked his X-wing, but he maintained control, positioning himself for a killing shot.
The ravager suddenly reversed thrust and spun, bringing its heavier forward guns to bear. Luke had anticipated the move, already diving beneath the ship's firing arc. His quad lasers found their mark, tearing through the ravager's hull.
The enemy ship exploded—but not before launching a final desperate salvo. Multiple hits hammered Luke's X-wing, sending it tumbling through space.
Warning lights flashed across his console. The hyperdrive motivator was offline. Coolant was venting from the port engines. The primary power converter showed critical damage.
"R2, damage report!"
The droid's response was grim. They had lost hyperdrive capability, and the sublight engines were operating at thirty percent efficiency. Life support was intact but drawing on reserve power.
Luke's hands moved across the controls, trying to stabilize their trajectory. "We can't continue to the coordinates. Not like this." He wiped blood from a cut above his eye where his head had struck the canopy. "Run a scan for habitable systems within range."
R2-D2 chirped affirmatively, his sensor dish rotating as he searched. After several tense minutes, a positive tone sounded.
"You found something?"
The astromech's response appeared on screen: HABITABLE PLANET DETECTED. OXYGEN-NITROGEN ATMOSPHERE. DISTANCE: 0.7 PARSECS.
"That's our best option. Plot a course."
Luke nursed the damaged X-wing toward the coordinates, watching the power levels drop steadily. By the time the blue-green planet appeared ahead, the engines were failing intermittently, and the stabilizers had gone offline.
"This is going to be rough," Luke warned as they approached the atmosphere. "Brace yourself, R2."
The X-wing shuddered violently as they hit the upper atmosphere, friction heating the hull to dangerous levels. Luke wrestled with the controls, fighting to maintain some semblance of a glide path as they plummeted toward the surface.
Below, a vast continent spread out, its northern reaches covered in snow and ice. Mountains rose in jagged lines, forests carpeted valleys, and in the distance, Luke glimpsed what might have been structures—signs of civilization.
The ship bucked and rolled as systems failed in cascade. The control yoke grew unresponsive in Luke's hands.
"R2, prepare for emergency landing!"
Luke closed his eyes, drawing deeply on the Force. He extended his awareness around the falling ship, creating a cushion of energy to slow their descent. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the effort as he fought against gravity itself.
The X-wing plunged toward a snow-covered clearing, trailing smoke and debris. At the last moment, Luke channeled a massive surge of Force energy beneath them, slowing their fall enough to transform what would have been a fatal crash into a hard, skidding landing.
The impact still slammed Luke against his restraints. His head struck the console, and darkness swallowed his consciousness as the X-wing finally came to rest in the alien snow.
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Unknown Planet
Consciousness returned to Luke in painful waves. His head throbbed where it had struck the console, and the metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth. Cold air bit at his face—the cockpit canopy had partially shattered on impact, letting in the frigid atmosphere of this unknown world.
He blinked, clearing his vision as he assessed his surroundings. The X-wing lay half-buried in snow, its nose crumpled and one S-foil torn completely away. Smoke curled from the engine compartment, dissipating in the icy wind.
"R2? You still with me?"
A weak, staticky warble answered from behind the cockpit. Luke released his harness and pushed himself up, wincing as pain shot through his ribs. Nothing felt broken, but he'd be bruised for days.
The canopy release mechanism had been damaged in the crash. Luke reached out with the Force, applying pressure until the bent metal groaned and gave way. The canopy lifted partially, enough for him to squeeze through and drop into the knee-deep snow.
The cold hit him like a physical blow. His black Jedi attire, while practical for many environments, offered minimal protection against the biting chill. Luke pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders and turned to survey the crash site.
Luke paused, feeling a sudden shift in his awareness. The air around him seemed to thicken, vibrate with unseen energy. He closed his eyes, instinctively reaching out with his senses through the Force—and nearly staggered backward from the overwhelming response.
The Force flooded into him like a tidal wave, raw and untamed. Unlike anything he'd experienced before. It wasn't just present here—it saturated everything: the ancient trees, the frozen ground, the very air he breathed. Luke steadied himself against the X-wing's hull, his breath coming in short gasps as he adjusted to the sheer intensity.
"This place..." he whispered. It almost feels like Dagobah.
He extended his awareness further, feeling the currents and eddies of Force energy flowing through the landscape. It wasn't static either—the energy seemed to be gradually increasing, building like a slow-rising tide. Whatever this world was, the Force existed here in its most primal state.
Luke opened his eyes, seeing the environment with new clarity. Threads of energy connected everything, pulsing with life. He'd found planets with strong Force presences before, but nothing like this—a world where the boundary between physical and spiritual seemed paper-thin.
"R2," he said quietly, "I think we've crashed somewhere very special."
They'd come down in a small clearing surrounded by dense, ancient-looking forest. Tall pines and sentinel trees stretched skyward, their dark branches heavy with snow. Mountains loomed in the distance, jagged peaks disappearing into low-hanging clouds. The air smelled clean, crisp—untouched by the industrial pollutants common to more developed worlds.
Luke trudged around to R2-D2's compartment and found the droid struggling to free himself from the damaged socket. Using the Force, Luke carefully lifted R2 clear of the wreckage and set him down on the snow.
"How bad is it?" Luke asked, brushing ice from the droid's dome.
R2's assessment scrolled across Luke's datapad: EXTENSIVE DAMAGE TO PRIMARY SYSTEMS. HYPERDRIVE INOPERABLE. SUBLIGHT ENGINES DESTROYED. COMMUNICATIONS ARRAY DAMAGED.
Luke sighed, his breath forming a cloud in the cold air. "Can you access the ship's computer? I need to know where we are."
The astromech extended his interface arm into the X-wing's data port, working for several moments before responding: NO STELLAR CARTOGRAPHY MATCH. PLANET UNKNOWN TO REPUBLIC DATABASES.
"Uncharted space," Luke muttered. He climbed back onto the wing and reached into the cockpit, retrieving his lightsaber and emergency pack. "Run a diagnostic on the communications array. See if we can at least send a distress signal."
While R2 worked, Luke checked the ship's computer directly. The damage was worse than he'd initially thought. Even if they had the parts, repairs would take weeks. And according to the environmental readings, a storm was approaching from the north.
R2 beeped despondently.
"No communications either?" Luke frowned. "We need to find help, then. Shelter at minimum." He looked toward the distant mountains. "I sensed life forms during our descent. Intelligent ones."
He placed a hand on R2's dome. "Stay with the ship. I need to find help if we're going to repair this damage."
The droid rocked back and forth, emitting a series of concerned whistles.
"I know it's cold, but your systems should hold up. Keep your heating elements active." Luke secured his lightsaber to his belt and slung the emergency pack over his shoulder. "I won't go far, and I'll return as quickly as I can."
R2 beeped reluctantly but retracted his third leg and settled in beside the X-wing.
Luke reached out through the Force, seeking direction. He felt the vibrant life energy of the forest—plants and animals, each with its own signature. And beyond, faint but unmistakable, the more complex presence of sentient minds. Humanoid, he thought, though something about them felt different from what he was accustomed to.
He set off toward the east, where the forest seemed less dense. The snow crunched beneath his boots as he walked, each breath visible in the frigid air. Despite the cold, there was something peaceful about this place—a raw, untamed beauty unlike the carefully managed ecosystems of core worlds.
Luke had traveled perhaps half a mile when he felt it—a sudden spike of aggressive intent in the Force. He stopped, hand moving to his lightsaber as he scanned the treeline.
The massive stag burst from the forest without warning, antlers lowered and aimed directly at Luke's chest. The creature was enormous, far larger than any deer species Luke had encountered, with a rack of antlers that spanned wider than his outstretched arms.
Luke sidestepped at the last moment, the stag's charge missing him by inches. The animal skidded in the snow, snorting clouds of vapor as it wheeled around for another attack.
This time, Luke reached out with the Force. As the stag charged again, he pushed—not violently, but firmly enough to halt the creature's momentum and divert its path. The stag stumbled sideways, confused by the invisible barrier, its hooves scrambling for purchase in the snow.
"Easy," Luke murmured, maintaining the gentle pressure. "I mean no harm."
The stag tossed its head, pawing at the ground as it prepared for a third charge. But the attack never came.
A blur of grey erupted from the forest edge—a massive wolf, its coat pale as the snow itself, eyes gleaming amber in the winter light. The direwolf slammed into the stag's flank with terrible force, massive jaws clamping around the animal's throat.
Luke stepped back, hand still on his lightsaber but not igniting it. The stag fought desperately, kicking and thrashing, but the wolf's grip was unbreakable. Blood stained the snow crimson as the direwolf dragged its prey down.
Only when the stag lay still did Luke notice the wolf's distended belly. She was pregnant, hunting to feed herself and her unborn pups.
The direwolf raised her head, muzzle dark with blood, and locked eyes with Luke. Something passed between them—a connection through the Force unlike anything Luke had experienced before. This was no ordinary animal. Intelligence gleamed in those amber eyes, along with something else—curiosity, perhaps, or recognition.
Luke remained motionless, opening himself to the Force, letting it flow between them. The wolf tilted her head, studying him with an almost human intensity. Luke sensed no aggression now, only a wild, fierce awareness.
After what seemed like an eternity, the wolf lowered her head and returned to her kill, tearing at the stag's flesh. Luke backed away slowly, continuing his journey eastward, feeling the wolf's gaze on his back long after he'd left the clearing.
As he walked, Luke extended his senses further, seeking the human presences he'd detected earlier. They were closer now—perhaps a few miles ahead. Settlements, groups of people moving with purpose. Civilization.
He quickened his pace, pushing through deepening snow as the terrain began to rise. The forest thinned, giving way to rolling hills that would eventually become the mountains visible on the horizon. Luke paused at the crest of a hill, catching his breath.
Movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. The white direwolf had followed him, keeping to the shadows of the treeline, watching. Luke felt no threat from her—only a strange sense that their paths were meant to cross.
"Following me?" he asked quietly.
The wolf made no sound, but her intent was clear in the Force. She was indeed following, maintaining a cautious distance while keeping him in sight.
Luke continued onward, aware of his silent companion but focusing on the human presences growing stronger ahead. He needed to find help, establish contact, determine if this world had the technology necessary to repair his ship—or at least the means to signal the New Republic.
The distant sound of hoofbeats reached his ears. Luke paused, extending his senses. Riders approached—a group of them, moving with purpose through the forest to his right. Not directly toward him, but on a course that would intersect with his path.
Luke moved to open ground, wanting to be visible, to appear non-threatening. He stood tall on a small rise, silhouetted against the afternoon sky, and waited.
The hoofbeats grew louder. Then, from the forest edge, the first riders appeared. Men in heavy furs and leathers, armed with swords and spears, riding sturdy horses. They flew a banner—grey with a snarling direwolf emblazoned upon it, eerily similar to the creature watching from the distant treeline.
They spotted him immediately. With practiced precision, the group spread out, encircling Luke's position. More riders emerged from the trees until he counted eight in total, all regarding him with suspicious eyes, hands on weapons.
The lead rider urged his horse forward. He was younger than the others, with a stern face framed by dark hair and a closely-trimmed beard. His posture spoke of authority, his eyes assessing Luke with a wary intelligence.
"Halt, stranger. Identify yourself." The man's voice carried across the snowy hillside, formal and unyielding.
Luke sensed the direwolf watching from the forest edge, her presence creating an unseen tension. The riders hadn't noticed her yet, but Luke felt her attention shift between him and the newcomers, particularly their banner with its familiar sigil.
Luke stood his ground, hands visible and away from his weapons, preparing to answer—and wondering how to explain his presence in this unknown world to men who had likely never conceived of life beyond their skies.