52 BBY...

The planet interesting to say the least. It was remarkable to see that it was the only planet capable of inhabiting life with dozens, if not hundreds of parsecs away. It teemed with life and a beauty that seemed to struck you no matter where you're looking at: the vast, blue oceans that swirled and spread through, the large, lush land masses that scraped high against the water tipped with snowy peaks, like Alderaan's own mountains. The caps were full and white, and the veil of clouds traced along the entire globe like a silky, lacy fabric only reserved for the loveliest of brides.

Master Kerac rubbed his short, stubby chin. This planet had no name, neither the system for hundreds of parsecs around. The planet was considerably small compared to the gas giants that orbited the same star, which was an ordinary star that many planets had around the galaxy. He turned from the durasteel cockpit of his ship, the Courageous. Surrounding the star map were several other Jedi and Scouts part of the Republic Expeditionary Force, who all looked at the holo of the planet with piqued interest.

"Master Kerac, pleasure of you to join us." Captain Jero of the ship announced, motioning him to join the circle. "We have some things to discuss about this world."

Kerac silently made his way to the group, placing a spot next to a fellow Jedi. "Right, and how did we know this place existed?"

"Supposedly, pirates and kidnappers used this planet as a small operation or hideout from time to time. They remained largely hidden from the population and more often than not would abduct locals for whatever reason they felt." The captain explained, bringing up a chart of the planet's bioscan results. It showed small pockets of population around most of the planet, but mostly along coasts or in more cooler climates. "This marble has about 1.7 billion people currently living on it, but our scans are showing that the death toll is quickly increasing."

"War perhaps, Maybe a plague?" The Jedi next to Kerak, a younger Zabrak woman named Trituo, tried to come up for a reason. The woman leaned on the on the projector, scrutinizing the data as they fluctuated. "No, the death rate is too slow and steady for a war."

"It's a plague." A voice from the back of the room, a light from a freshly lit cigar coming from the rough voice. A Trandoshan man took the thing from off his mouth only to blow it directly into the group. "That planet just finish another war and boy was it grisly."

"Ah yes, Drakk, please join us." Kerac made room for the large reptilian to have a better look at the map. "Since you know much more about this planet than we do please explain their current situation so that we may help these people."

"I wouldn't call them people." Drakk said, a small growl coming from his sharpened mouth. "They're a step above animals."

Nonetheless Drakk continued. "Like the hornhead said, pirates would sometimes use this planet as a hideout, but that was a long time ago. No one used this planet for hundreds of years."

"Why so?"

The Trandoshan shrugged. "The whole thing is a death trap. The population would literally kill you, display your corpse to the public and then most likely eat you. Or worse, they skin you alive and try to sell you like some puppet or animal."

Some murmurs escaped the table, before Kerac hushed them with a small wave of his hand. "Who inhabits this planet Drakk?"

"Humans, all of 'em." He brings up the graph of the population. "They're the only sentient things on there, and they're lightyears beyond what we have both technology and living wise."

The Captain sighed, bringing the planet back to view in the holo. "How should we approach them then Drakk, so they won't throw rocks at us until we die."

Drakk growled an answer. "It's been a real long while since anyone I know visited this place. Times could change, but I heard from a friend of mine that they sent probe droids to survey the current situation and it wasn't pretty. We've come at a bad time."

Trituo spoke up. "Please tell us straight criminal, or else we'll throw you back into the cell where you belong." Kerac quickly gave the woman a disapproving look, and recoiled a bit from her stance, but still angered. With a calm voice that contrasted Trituo's, Kerac asked more questions. "So my colleagues guess on the plague is true?"

"She was right on both accounts Jedi." He grizzled. "They just came out a particularly large war and a virulent plague from what the probe droids could gather. I wasn't able to tell how many died but I think it's in the tens of millions, about forty give or take."

The captain somberly looked at the hologram of the planet. "That's a big number for a small planet."

"Well they love war, I haven't seen or heard a story about this place when they weren't fighting each other."

"Are all these civil wars?" Trituo asked.

The reptilian shook his head. "No. Most of the population is made up of nationstates. They're usually over resources, politics, or land. Like I said they're still pretty backwards. I think there's a large civil war going on in a nation state at the moment right here." He pointed at a large landmass under the north icecap, circling it with a clawed digit. "Let's avoid that place entirely."

The group looked solemnly at the holo. It didn't do justice to the beauty that was just outside the cockpit. Kerac rubbed his chin again, meditating on their next course of action for this beautiful death trap of the planet.

"Master Jedi, your orders?" Captain Jero asked. Kerac sighed and asked the Trandoshan another question.

"Where can we land so that we aren't immediately killed?"

Drakk licked his scaly mouth before examining the map a bit more. Perusing the map he lazily pointed at a skinny piece of land that connected by two large continents. "This place seems alright. Wait, no, there's a civil war there too."

Drakk lifted his finger upward, now in the middle of the large continent above the previously placed location. "That place maybe, we probably won't die there."

"Are you completely sure?" Jaro asked. "Our lives depend on this if all what you said is true."

Drakk raised his hand and shook it casually. "About fifty fifty."

The group rolled their eyes and sighed in uncertainty, but as their duty to the Republic they are complicent to follow their mission no matter how dangerous. Kerac marked the coordinates at the place pointed by the Trandoshan and set it for landing. "Captain?"

"Yessir."

"Tell your crew to prepare for landing, we're going in."

When the ship landed and the ramp opened up it was a breath of fresh air, literally. It had been a long while since Kerac had breathed crisp clean air since his departure from his home world all those years ago. He didn't expect the place they landed on to be so flat, however, and surrounded by a tall green stalk of...whatever this yellow thing was. The rest of the boarding shuttle came out as well, Trituo, Jaro, and a red headed Republic emissary named Monit, who seemed a little too eager with this mission. Probably wasn't around to hear the grisly things Drakk had explained.

"Ah, What a fresh atmosphere!" He giddily exclaimed, admiring the yellow crop that surrounded them. "And what might this be?"

"I would advise touching it." Jaro warned. His hand rested on his hip, in case of any danger. "You don't know what that thing is."

"Oh lighten up captain! I'm sure this plant is completely harmless."

"Well what if it wasn't and you kill us all?!"

Kerac tuned out the now escalating yelling and shouting of the two, focusing on the presence of the life around them. He blocked out the noise and listen to the slow rustling of these plants and the sound of the wind It was peaceful, serene, and...quiet.

Eerily quiet.

For whatever reason, Kerac could hardly get a grip on the Force presence here. It existed, of course, but it was so minuscule it might as well not even be picked up. He catched it, but it was weak and spotty at best like a bad transmission reception. He opened his eyes and turned to Trituo, whose face seems equally troubled by the lack of connection this planet so far offered.

She broke the silence between them first. "Master…"

"I know." He replied. "It's strange, but it's not something new. We must continue our mission as planned and return--"

And there, he sensed it.

There was a presence coming. Straight towards them at a steady speed. He quickly turned to the two Republic officials and hushed their arguing. "Someone's coming, keep your voices down!"

The four kept still as their hands went down to their sides, slowly reaching for their weapons. He only sensed one figure, but one person can alert a million if done right. Kerac motioned for them to head back to the ship, a rustling much more defined and getting greater as it came to them. It now was merely feet away from them, Monit letting out a squeak of fear and hiding behind the trio as Jaro drew his blaster and the Jedi holding themselves in fight stances, though their blades not activated.

They braced for the shuffling, almost now visibly and getting more and more closer. They all peered deeply into the crop field as the rustling finally was next to them and unveiled itself. The Jedi and Jaro let out a sigh of relief but didn't ease up on their stance. Even though the thing was a human child, with ugly teeth and plenty of freckles they might notice, he held a large archaic rifle in his hand too large for his skinny frame. "Who're you and what're doin' in my daddy's farm?"

The four stared at him quizzingly. Despite Minot speaking nearly every trade language and Trituo speaking almost 100 languages herself, no one could decipher what the boy just said.

"What did he say?" Jaro asked, his hand still on his hip. The boy seemed quick to notice, aiming the rifle at the man. Drakk might've been right, these people breed for war, since it seems this child knows his way around his weapon.

"You better put that hand up or else." The boy warned. "The bank won't take my daddy's land and sure as hell neither won't a buncha aliens from outer space."

Jaro took the particular threat and lifted his hand from the clasp of the blaster. The boy nodded pleased as he turned to Trituo, eyes scrutinizing the details of her head, especially her horns. "Y'all look human but what the hell are you? You got horns growin' out of your head like some kinda devil."

They all understood human part, but the rest was unknown. "We should've brought a translator droid, it could've come in handy."

"Hush up!" He said, aiming the rifle wildly at them. "I guess none of you can understand me so we're going back to the house. Follow me."

The four stared at him with compliance at this young boy's sense of authority. If all these people acted like this boy on this planet, Kerac stressed in his mind that this was going to be a much more difficult mission.

On their way to the boys apparent homestead, the emissary Minot decided to attempt to take one of the crops from the stalk only to fail miserably, pulling from the root and falling on his rear. The boy quickly turned around and aimed his rifle at the man, his face getting red. "Are ya trying to escape now?"

"No no no, I just want to know what this is!" Minot explained slowly, his hands raised away from his form and to the yellow crop that hanged near. He pointed and emphasized the crop, rubbing his gloved fingers on it like it was pure gold. "W-what do you call this?"

The boy looked puzzled at the man, his guard down and rifle low. He looked once at the man and then at the crop he held like a baby. With a childish giggle, he started to mock the man. "You wanna know what that is, are you tryna marry it?"

Unsure of what he said, Minot nodded frantically.

The boy broke into a hysterical laugh, his face getting red with excitement as he gasped for air from the emissary's apparent answer. A few more seconds of laughter erupted as he tried to mutter words between them, the four looking at him strangely but not saying anything incase of upsetting him. The laughter died down soon after, with a pleased sigh and what seemed to be a wipe of a formed tear from this...response. "That there is called corn."

Minor pointed to the yellow ear. "C-corn?"

"Yeah, corn." The boy answered, he looked at them as if they never encountered any type of food, probably only ever eating some type of weird goop that only space people eat. "You guys don't have corn from where you're from?"

He shook his head.

"Oh boy, you have a lot to learn if you're planning to come here often."

A/N: I always had a vision of this kind of story coming to life, where two worlds meet and combine into something peculiar. I mean, there's plenty of Star Wars Earth AU's but not really any good fics where the inhabitants of a galaxy far far away come to our humble little world. I've planned this story for a while now, but now is the time I finally take a chance.

Like many other fanfic writers, my stories are abandoned and set off for a while until I eventually get bored but this was different. I'm not promising a complete, fully enveloped novel but I am promising at least some entertainment in this story.

Did I mention this is also a SYOC? Yeah, it's another SYOC with a VERY limited cast of only about 4 in total. So first come first judged and then served.

Here's the rules to follow:

Always through PM only

Subject must read "SOLARUS TERRA SYOC" OC

Not currently accepting rebel or imperial OCs not from Earth so don't send one

Here's a basic bio:

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Education:

Biography: (Long one, at least 3 sentences)

Personality: (longest one, at least 4 sentences)

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That should be it, I hope you enjoy what I have to offer so far. Leave a review, follow/fave, and stay golden.

-Mister Bombastic