Saga The Hero of Coruscant (a Star Wars/ Superman crossover)

The Hero of Coruscant

By TigerofRobare

Genre: Crossover, AU.
Time Period: During ESB.
Summary: Superman comes to Coruscant at the height of the Emperor's despotism.

Chapter One

Krypton was gone.

He had known that it was so, known that it had been futile to come here, to the graveyard of his race. The humans of Earth were his people now. They really always had been.

Kal-El, the last Kryptonian, gazed once more at the ruins of his world. He resigned himself to the hand that fate had dealt him and entered the crystalline spaceship that was to take him home.

The ship launched without a hitch, but he had miscalculated the vectors and gravitational factors. It went off course by quite a bit. Kal-El's ship went to the twenty-eigth and least known Galaxy. A Galaxy that, according to his father's crystals, was ruled by a benevolent Republic.

Of course, his crystals were thousands of years out of date.

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The events of three years previous had barely died down on Tattooine. While they were unable to express it openly, their pride at being the place where the events that led to the destruction of the Death Star was genuine. With that in mind, along with the history of the planet, it was not surprising that the crash got only a small column in Mos Eisley's newspaper and its smallness meant that it was not even noticed by the scavengers.

Kal-El crawled from the smouldering wreckage of his spaceship, letting his body absrob the rays of the twin yellow suns of this strange world. Probably it was because of the two suns that he was recharged to full strength so quickly.

Fashioning a bernouse of sorts from some extra cloth, Kal-El made his way to the nearest city. He felt like he had something to do, something that would require his special talents in the vicinity of a yellow sun. But not here.

He followed various conversations from the street, eventually determining that he could get passage to somewhere in a bar. He strode in, blue eyes taking in every detail of the grimy place--like any number of seedy joints in the underbelly of Metropolis. Only this was much, much hotter.

A band played something that sounded vaugely like jazz when he entered. He was struck by how alien the aliens looked. The band members had big heads, there were furry, scaly, horned, and otherwise evolved people milling around, drinking and talking.

"I'm looking for a ship," Kal-El said to the bartender, an ugly human.

"What do youse wants it for?"

"As a passenger, though I might as well work to earn my way, seeing as I have no money."

"Skills?"

"I'm strong."

The barman thought for a second. There was a lull in buisness and he actually had leisure to do it. The silence was broken by an aqualish tapping Kal-El on the shoulder.

"Yes?" Kal-El said.

The aqualih, who had only one arm, yelled in his own language. His companion, a human with a misshapen face, said, "He doesn't like you."

"Let him get to know me first."

"[i]I[/i] don't like you either. I've got the death sentance in thirteen systems."

"I'm sorry," Kal-El said, "that you've decided so poorly."

This true statement set the man over the edge. He tried to punch Kal-El, but the bones of his wrist shattered.

"Aaaaaauuugggghhhhh!" the man screamed. His companion led him away.

"They're always picking fights," the bartender said. "Carf Nillam can get you to wherever you want to be. He needs a good cargo lifter."

"Thanks."

 

Chapter Two

The flight to Coruscant, capitol world of the Galactic Empire, was uneventful. Kal-El spent most of his spare time in his berth reading about the Empire. He didn't like it on first impression and hated it upon learning more about it. He also adopted the Clark Kent name and personna that he had crafted on Earth.

The only major event that happened was a battle against Rebel "terrorists" on an icy planet called Hoth. All those people killed . . .

As soon as the ship was in the atmosphere of Coruscant, Kal-El heard that it was obviously a planet in need of saving as much as, if not more than, Earth. All of its inhabitants cried out for justice, for truth, for Jedi. Kal-El could not find much information on Jedi, but gathered that they were as powerful as him, it was just mental power.

Clark Kent shuffled passively through Customs and then went looking for a job and a place to live. Then he heard it, a massive apartment building, full of people, with a demolition droid heading straight for it.

There was just one thing to do.

Clark looked around for a place to change, but found nothing. Then he saw the mass-transit stations. Opaque boxes, perect for him. He pulled his shirt open, revealing the yellow S. Into the box Clark went, a second later Superman came out.

Red cape fluttering after him, people stopped to stare at the spectacle.

"Look, up in the sky!" someone shouted.

"It's a taxi! It's Boba Fett! No, I don't know what it is."

Every holocam in the area was trained on him as Superman swooped in front of the droid . . .

 

This should be a very interesting crossover. I admit it, I'm not much of a Superman fan, but crossed with a GFFA? That I could read!

Look forward to more.

 

Ha ha! Superman in the GFFA; I love it!

 

UnderCoverJedi: Thanks. Superman is the only thing I know of in modern America that approches the kind of things Star Wars has done.
mixza: Thanks.

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. . . and grabbed its extended wrecking arm. The droid struggled against Superman's grip, but it was too strong. Now, this was no ordinary redevelopment droid, it was one of Imperial Intelligence's specials, so it did have a defense mechanism. It lifted a turbolaser cannon, disgiused as a welder, and fired.

The green burst caught Superman unawares, but the Man of Tomorrow merely absorbed the energy. The droid was very intent on destroying a building full of people. It raised another arm and struck Superman, sending him flying into another building.

The droid proceded with its task, but got no further than raising its main wrecking arm because that was when Superman picked up the robot and hurled it into orbit.

He alighted on the ground and said, "Is everyone all right? Good."

As he prepared to lift off again, a reporter yelled, "Who . . . are you?"

"A friend," Superman said and lifted off. As he did so, he waved, "Bye."

 

This story should be interesting. I wonders what Superman can do against the Emperor...

Can I get PMs, please?

 

Red cape fluttering after him, people stopped to stare at the spectacle.

"Look, up in the sky!" someone shouted.

"It's a taxi! It's Boba Fett! No, I don't know what it is."

Every holocam in the area was trained on him as Superman swooped in front of the droid . . .



very interesting crossover! can i get a PM as well? I wonder what Palps will do about superman,perhaps vader? interesting idea.superman rocks(as does spidey)

 

OoOoOo... this sounds interesting.

 

Crazydan: I hope it's interesting. You'll have to wait and see what the big blue boy scout can do against the Sith. Consider yourself PM'd.
masterjedi343: Same as above. Superman does rock. I'm sorry, but I don't like Spiderman at all.
bmwgurl17: Six O's! A personal best!

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The light frieghter [i]Aura Blaze[/i] was coming in through Coruscant's atmosphere heading towards an industrial spaceport when faulty wiring contributed to the ship's repulsors being blown out and half the engines exploding.

"Mayday! Mayday!" screamed the captain. "Equatorial South Spaceport this the [i]Aura Blaze[/i]. We've lost four engines and our repulsors. Repeat mayday! Mayday!"

The voice coming from the other end was unnaturally calm and collected. "Roger that. [i]Aura Blaze[/i], what is your position?"

The navigator's panicky voice interupted the captain before he could answer: "Notify them that we have a cargo of Thermite charges aboard for transfer. If they detonate millions will die!"

"We're ten kilometers--that's one-zero klicks southwest of Equatorial South Spaceport."

Superman saw and heard the frieghter going down. He flew down and grabbed onto a flap, lifting and stabilizing the spaceship.

The captian was puzzled. "What in the Seven Hells of Corellia happened?" he demanded. "Did we get our repulsors back?"

From his position Superman could see two cockpit crewmen looking out at him. He saluted them. They waved back feebly. One of them, the co-pilot, turned to the captain, "Don't look," he said, "just fly. We got somethin', but I ain't saying what it is. Just fly." Then he turned back to look.

 

excellent update .cant wait for the next update!

 

is there a pm list?

 

if so get me on it plz prety good job

 

That was just... short. No offenses intended, but I was thinking that it would be more longer than that.

And that reminds me of the scene from the first Superman movie, where Superman rescues the President's plane.

Through, the story's still good.

 

I finally saw Superman Returns the other day, so this perked my interest. I like how you've written Clark and I'm going to enjoy seeing Palpatine and Vader's reactions to him. Put me on the P.M list if you're making one.

~ The Mormon Jedi

 

masterjedi343: Thanks. Here it is.
muddy100: Yep. You'll be PM'd.
Crazydan: Sorry it's so short. But I didn't have a lot of time. Ideally all of this first night would be one post. You're very astute; in polite terms it's called allusion, in impolite terms it's called theft.
JediMormon: Thanks. Okay, you get PM's.

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Superman continued to fly around for the remainder of the night, doing his thing. He retired around sunrise, turned back into Clark Kent, and found a cheap apartment. What he really needed was a job, but a quick glance anywhere on Coruscant told him that that wouldn't be a problem. Everywhere there were news services. For a government that did not allow freedom of speech, there were an aweful lot of media.

Clark got a job at the Rebel sympathizing paper [i]The Daily Galaxy[/i]. One of their reporters had been arrested the day before. He looked out of place in the newsroom, in his Earth clothes (including fedora) and glasses. But them again, it wasn't have as ridiculous as the Rebels that made up the senior editorial staff. He recognized them immediately: Luke Skywalker, who had died his hair orange and was introduced as a photographer called Millikan; Princess Leia as a columnist called Leah; Chewbacca hadn't change his name and was also a columnist; and Han Solo was the Editor-in-Chief and was calling himself San Holo.

If the Empire couldn't see through these disguises they had to lose, Clark thought, not really seeing the joke.

* * *

In the Throne room of the Emperor's Palace, Mara Jade sat going through all the images of the new arrival.

"So what's the story on this newcommer, Your Majesty, is he for real?"

The Emperor was swimming in a special bacta solution to help slow his putrefaction. "Yes, my Hand. I have seen that he is the last survivor of Krypton."

Krypton! Krypton was a myth, a planet destroyed long ago. It's power was legendary, enough to put the Imperial navy to shame if they had wanted to.

"Are you sure, Master?" Jade asked. "Krypton seems never to have existed."

"The Jedi thought the Sith were extinct," the Emperor countered, "that did not make it so.

"Summon Lord Vader. I wish to speak with him."

 

I wonders who thoughts up these disguises for Luke, Leia and Han? So is Luke going to plays the "role of Jimmy Olsen"? Mmmm, I wonders if Han would be a good Editor in Chef or not...

So the Emperor knows about Kyrpton. Now allows me to suggest a question: Does he have anything to do with the destruction of Kyrpton?

 

this story is great.i wonder how palps found out about krypton.cant wait for more!

 

PM me Tiger!

"It's a taxi! It's Boba Fett! No, I don't know what it is."

Good work.

 

good job keep posting

 

I know you're busy, Tiger, but would you update please?

 

OMG! This is SO FUNNY! I can't wait to see Vader and Superman have it out. Of course, it would be kinda cool if the focusing crystals in Vader or Luke's lightsaber turned out to be Kryptonite. PM me, please. Up?

 

^^^That would be ironic...

 

ive adopted this story from tiger so there will be updates once i repost the story again