~Location: Earth, Midwest USA~

In the Midwest of the US, Richard Smith was just your average day guy living out his mundane life, for he is a man who loves many things, family friends, Star Wars, and Video Games. Richard Smith is a Caucasian man in his college years, with lean muscles and an interest in all things digital and fun.

And this man, who will not die stupidly and ridiculously, is walking on the sides of the streets back to his home.

His life is decent, to say the least, he's in college, studying for humanities. His college life was interesting, to say the least, he made some friends, and was doing well in his grade while trying not to be a disappointment to his parents like how Asian parents would react. And he was doing a-okay...

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...you know what? Fuck it! You're not here to know about this guy's college life or his...life! Oh no no no no, you're all here for the TF2 Hilarity and nonsense that eventually plague Star Wars, right?

And that book is about all of that, right?

Well, I'll give it to you! TRUCK-KUN! YOU'RE UP!

"What?" Richard said, looking at the author with wide eyes.

*Cue the main character getting run over by a truck, as blood smears the paved street with people close by screaming terror*

Thank you!

"You're welcome..." The Truck said to the author before driving off for its next victim.

There, now we get to the actual story!

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Richard has died, surprisingly and unceremoniously, from getting run over by a truck for the hundredth time a main character comes on screen. Originally, the author thought to use Gun-Chan to do the job but the author rather is traditional with all these Isekai tropes.

But as he died and became nothing more of the blood of gore smears on the side of a road like the waste of meat-bag he is, Richard has his life flash before his eyes from the day of his birth, the enjoyment and bond with his family and friends, the first time he watched Star Wars, and the first time he played Team Fortress 2 and Gmod, as well as many other kinds of moments from his life. Especially embarrassing moments he wished to forget yet his flashing tye life before his eyes forced him to remember those terrible and embarrassing memories.

Anyways, Richard slowly wakes up and finds himself in an unknown Ms mysterious place of sorts. The area around him is a foggy place, swirling around him like a wormhole as it is between time, space, and reality. Confused, he looks up ahead illuminated by some kinds of lights. He steadily stands up and approaches the two orbs of light.

"Greetings, Richard..." one of the Orbs spoke, "You have even chosen..."

'Oh no... I'm in an obscure Star Wars reference...' Richard thought, looking at the three glowing illuminating orbs in front of him with wide eyes.

"...You've been chosen... you've been chosen..." The orbs chanted mystically, as Richard smith slowly and surely became entranced with chanting... until other orbs come into view.

"Hey, guys what's going on... Wait, huh?!" The orb notices Richard and complained to the two, "We're doing this now?! It's 4 AM!"

"Quiet! You're ruining the moment!" The other orb shouted at him.

"Oh right, right..." the orb clears its throat and chants, "You've been chosen... you've been chosen..."

Richard just looks so confused, as he just stared at floating orbs chanting to him, 'You've been Chosen' over and over again. But the sudden interruption of the other orb kind of ruined its effect on his base on the confused look on his face that replaces the awe he once had.

The other orb notices this and interrupts their chanting, "Okay, stop it. The moment has passed..."

"Aw..." the leading orb turned to the late orb, "I blame you for ruining our grand entrance."

"Hey! Wasn't my fault!"

As the orbs argued a bit with Richard in the middle of all of this, he spoke up.

"Um..."

The Orbs stop their squabbling and turned to Richard. The leading orb then regains his composure and said, "Oh, I forgot that you're there." He clears his throat and said, "Anyways, Richard Smith of Earth! You have perished and died due to a sudden truck accident. But fear not! You've been chosen by us! The overseers of the multiverse!"

Richard stared in awe at the claim. He, Richard Smith from a mediocre life, has been chosen by the overseers of the multiverse?!

One of the orbs then deadpans to his peer, "Overseers of the Multiverse? Really? That's the best name you could come up with?"

"Yeah, I thought we went with 'the Sovran of the Multiverse'!" The other orb was added.

"Quite! You're ruining the moment again!" The lead orb hissed at the group but it seems Richard is too much in shock at what he just heard. Still processing what was told to him.

"Me?! Chosen?! What am I chosen for?!" Richard's eyes then widened, "Oh god! Don't tell me I'll be an Isekai harem protagonist of some fantasy world!... though I wouldn't mind..."

"What no, we're doing that! That's already overused!" The second Orb exclaims to Richard who looks quite relieved.

"Oh..." Richard said half-relief and half disappointed and he looks up at the orbs, "...so what am I chosen for?"

The lead orb of light floats slightly forward as if looking down over him.

"Richard Smith, you've chosen to be reincarnated into the Star Wars Universe."

"Wah?" Richard said in awe, he never thought he'd be reincarnated into one of his favorite franchises, though he's more of a prequel fan than he is an Original Trilogy Fan, and god no he ain't a Sequel Fan.

"Yes, and you get to influence it as you see fit! Whether for good or bad intentions!" Another Orb exclaimed excitedly.

"...most did it for bad intentions..." the Orb said solemnly, referring to the supposed chosen people they've reincarnated into other universes and only for their actions to make things worse.

"Hey! It wasn't my fault for reincarnating people who had bad intentions!" Other orb retorts, "Those poor universes aren't able to recover because of your poor judgment."

"...and who was the one responsible for sending a deranged man with obvious ill intentions and giving him the abilities of the God-Emperor of Mankind from 40k then reincarnating him to the MHA universe which nearly ended with near genocide of all quirk-users of the planet?"

"Quiet, I wasn't at fault for that!"

"That MHA universe had only 30% of its population left from that idiots' 'crusade!' and most of the main cast died because of your judgment, only Izuku and half of Class 1A survived! It would take generations before the world recovered!"

"I said, quiet!"

The lead orb coughs to grab his peers' attention as he looks at Richard again.

"As I said, yes. You'll be reincarnated into the Star Wars universe, able to change the way of life and timelines as you see fit!" The Lead Orb said with a powerful tone that makes mere mortals fall to their knees.

Richard was astounded by this and exclaimed excitedly, "Anything?!"

"Yes...! The Galaxy is your sandbox of bullshitery! You can do whatever you desire based on the powers you've chosen!"

"...as long as it didn't end up like the MHAverse." The Other orb muttered as the man looks on with awe before soaking,

"Is that so?" Richard said with a raise eyebrow.

"Yes, and before you're reincarnated into the Galaxy we will give you any abilities you want! And you can use them to their fullest effect! Though it would take time for you to use it naturally!"

"...It could be from any franchise you've dreamed of..." The other Orb added.

"...anime, cartoons, video games, etcetera, etcetera!" The third orb added, "The possibilities of all your powers will be endless!"

"Woah! That's cool!" Richard exclaims as he thought hard of which power he should get. He could perhaps ask for powers from Dragon Ball or something like that but after thinking hard, an idea comes in mind.

...he got an idea.

...A wonderful idea...

...Richard Smith has a wonderful and crazy idea!

"I've got it!" Richard smacked his fist into his palm, he looks at Orbs and pointed that showed now calm, "Hear me, Great and Mighty Orbs Mysticness...!"

One of the Orbs deadpans, "...Really? Mysticness? Is that even a word?"

"Better than 'Celestial Balls of Wonder' from last guy." The other orb retorted.

Richard ignored their banter and continued with his declaration of his powers, "...I beseech you with your bountiful and mystic powers...!"

With dramatic pause as the orbs listened in, anticipating his new words. Already they are expecting this Richard fellow to be bestowed abilities from an anime franchise, so they're prepared for that kind of thing and they're ready to present it to the chosen man -

"Could you please give me all abilities from Gmod, Team Fortress 2, and SFM?"

...Only to get the wind knocked out of their sails by said chosen man.

"...What?" One of the Orbs asked incredulously at the request. Richard just continued to smile like an idiot and repeated his request.

"I said I want to have all abilities from games like Gmod, Team Fortress 2, and SFM! Especially their logic and physics that comes along with it!"

Three Orbs stared at him in silence as the quiet and smooth hums from the orb were only heard while the young adult smiled up at them.

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"...that's it?"

"Yes!"

"No, Anime powers like in Dragon Ball, or Hero Academia?" Another Orb said equally in disbelief, "...or anything anime related at all? Just video game-related powers?"

"Yes!"

"..." the Orbs stared silently at him until one of them spoke, "...normally, people we've chosen to reincarnate into a specific universe would demand to have powers or abilities that hailed from an anime..."

"...or a tabletop and video game..." the third orb added.

"Most of the time it's Dragon Ball, MHA, Warhammer, Halo, Destiny, Bleach... are you sure of your choice, Richard Smith?" The second Orb questioned, "There's no going back once you're reincarnated, especially with said abilities that would be permanently fused with you."

"Plus, once you're reincarnated, you won't be able to communicate with us anymore. Whatever power you chose will not be removed, it's permanently stuck to you. Are you certain with this choice?" The lead orb questions him.

"I'm certain about my choice!" Richard said confidently and eagerly.

"You sure?

"Yes!"

There was silence between the occupants.

"...You really sure...?"

"Yup!"

There was even more silence as Richard stared up at them with certainty.

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"Are you really, really-"

"Come on man! It's 4 in the morning!" The third orb complained to the indecisive orbs, "Can we get this over with?! Besides those are powerful abilities anyways, even close to god-level! Plus it's an interesting change of pace from the typical anime abilities we've been giving to the people we've been reincarnating!"

"Right, right..." The Orb said before turning to Richard, "Very well! You'll be reincarnated with the powers and abilities of Gmod, Team Fortress 2, and SFM! A simple yet powerful choice to make!"

"Woohoo!" Richard cheered and threw his hands up into the air on emphasis.

"But wait! There's a catch! When choosing powers like Gmod in your roster, you can choose whichever character you want to be, but doing so would change your appearance permanently..." the orb explained to Richard, "So... who do you want to look like? Do you want to remain as you are or anyone else in mind?"

Richard lets out a mischievous grin... this is going to be fun. A very fun ride of mischievous adventures indeed.

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~Star Wars Universe - Planet: Raxus Secundus, 24 BBY~

At 24 BBY of the planet of Raxus, the Confederacy of Independence Systems is formed after Count Dooku has given his speech to the Outer Rim Colonies and his Declaration of Independence and secession from the Republic, totally and possibly not planning on exploiting the discontent in the Outer-Rim for his master and his goals. Under his leadership and declaration of helping the Outer Rim Colonies secede from the tyranny of the Republic for the sake of self-governance, many systems flock under his wing.

And many Pro-Separatist Civilians enlist themselves to join the military in the eventual fight or war against the republic. As of now, the people of Raxus are lining up at the recently formed "Confederate Recruitment Center" to join the Confederate Military for its eventual clash with the republic forces.

"Next." The recruitment officer calls out after interviewing the person after. As he said those words, a person with a unique look stepped forward which caught the recruitment officer's attention at the oddity before him.

The man has toned muscles and is possibly a young adult around his 20s. His skin is light colored, and wears a Military Uniform of sorts, along with a Helmet, blocking his sight which he still can see despite the helmet blocking his eyes. An odd-looking fellow indeed.

The man stood straight in attention and saluted, "REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIR!"

The sudden gruff response and gesture from the man, broke the recruitment officer from his staring and greeted, "Greetings sir, what can I do for you?"

Still keeping the salute, he answers sternly, "I'm here to enlist in the military, sir! I'd like to enlist because I want to help the Outer Rim and the Confederacy's goal of succession! As well as kick the republic's ass back out of the Outer Rim, sir!"

The recruiter likes what he's hearing, "Ah, you're that eager huh? Well, you're in, but first I'd like to know your occupation and your name before you're accepted."

The man smiled menacingly at the recruiter, who was slightly unnerved by this man, "I'm mostly a mercenary but I have high hopes for the confederacy! I'd like to help as much as I can! I'm willing to lead soldiers into battle for the sake of independence and secession against the corrupt maggots of the Republic!"

The recruiting officer looks at the man with a smile at those words. It's nice to know that there are people out there eager to give their aid to the Separatist Cause.

"Alright, and your name? I need your name and basic information before they transfer you to the Officer Academy for Geonosis."

The man's smile turned menacingly, as he gave his name. "Call me, Richard... Richard Mann."

"...how are you doing that?" The recruiter questioned with wide eyes at the smile.

"...best not to ask!" Richard walks pass as he heads to the dockyards of where the ship would take him to the officer academy in Geonosis.

This would be a very unusual adventure of nonsense for our future Unusual Separatist Commander, and a huge migraine to the Star Wars Galaxy as a whole!
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This was fun to make when you're high, enjoy! And await other chapters in the making! I'm already making chapter 1, so wait til the next chapter that may or may not have TF2 nonsense :D.

Also, warning: Some Star Wars Characters (main or not) will die or be killed in this story. Just because this story is mostly a crack-fic and full of TF2 Nonsense doesn't mean that some of the Star War Characters (this include Republic Characters), whether they're the main character or not, will die cuz plot armor ain't going to save them from drug inducing logic of Gmod.

Plus certain events in the canon timeline will be affected changed due to Richard's interference with the Clone Wars and it's events. Even some character will be affected by Richard's nonsense.

Now excuse me, I'll be going now! *snorts never-ending amount of Canadian Cocaine*