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Starwars & Halo chapter 4
Posted By: CSP499<Csp499@Yahoo.com>
Date: 1 November 2005, 5:41 am
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Chapter Four: Star 'Brawls
-In Orbit over Tatooine, unknown date.
Charlie six let out a sharp "Gah" sound as his opponent's fist landed dead on his nose, making a sound like cotton-covered wood breaking. He staggered backwards and looked his enemy in the eye. "Sir," The copilot blurted "for the love of God, what in hell is going on back there?" Charlie six shot him a look- unseen with his oxygen mask on. "Keep out of this- land anywhere you see fit." The copilot shrugged and went back to the controls- calm despite the fact that lasers and missiles were detonating here and there. Charlie six planted his left leg into the wall, launching himself at his opponent. Sidestepped and put out his arm. Charlie six grabbed his arm and they tumbled onto the floor. Charlie six rolled to a stand and moved to kick his enemy as he began to stand up. His leg was stopped by the opponent's open palm, but he quickly popped up and lashed out with his other leg, striking the opposition- who lay on his knees- square under his chin.
Red one remained airborne for about half a second as the crest of his enemy's foot pushed him up and back. He slid across the polished, dark grey floors and impacted the top of his head on the wall. As his opponent drew near, Red one pushed the ball of his foot into the pilot's chest, causing the pilot to hunker over. Red one stood up, but his enemy immediately rushed him, propelling the top of his head into Red one's stomach.
Captain Astar shoved his fists into the air with a sense of victory as his fellow vessels emerged out of hyperspace. He turned to his ops officer "Operations, I want you to monitor all radio signals coming from friendly ships." His officer went to his work. "Aye, captain. Receiving friendly signals now." Vader's hologram once again appeared like a dark shadow on the pedestal. "Captain, is your ship in position? I have a deadline to meet." He growled. Jacob stood stiffer. "Yes my lord. The Katana is in position and standing by for further orders." Vader put his hand on his chin. "Good." He said. "I want you to launch boarding vessels onto the enemy ship. Then I…" He was cut off as the ops officer stood and fearfully shouted "Sir! More enemy ships reported! I would say about 65 more! Classification still unknown, sir!" Jacob and Vader's hologram both looked out the bridge window to see the distant blackness begin peppering in small, boiling ruptures. Then- out of nowhere- ships appeared out of each one. Jacob's eyes widened. "How the- where did they come from?" His ops officer made some more readings. "Apparently, sir, they are plowing through the very time-space continuum, through a completely alternate dimension. Doesn't look like it would be all too accurate, but it would be faster than hyperspace." Vader crossed his arms. "Pan-dimensional long range celestial travel using the slipstream." He commented "Ingenious. We've never found out how to use the slipstream, perhaps he can find out." Vader's hologram turned back to face Jacob. "You know your orders- ready all boarding craft." Jacob cocked an eyebrow. "My lord, in case you weren't aware, the space between us and them is one big dogfight- not exactly something we're excelling at right now." Vader put his arms back to his sides. "I'm sure you'll find a way, captain." The silhouette flickered off.
Suddenly, the razorback started to slow, stop and thud. The enemy pilot had just thrust him into a fierce headlock that Red one was struggling to escape. "Yeah, serves you right, bitch!" The opponent hooted. "Let's see you get out of this one, eh?" With all the brute force Red one could muster, he elbowed his enemy in the weakened spot on his chest. His enemy released him, and Red one wiped out his blaster. "End of the line for you." He armed it. Just before he could squeeze the trigger, the pressure door hissed and opened. As Red one looked, he could see the craft had landed in one of the large, purple ships he had seen earlier on. The room was huge, and looked almost as though it were alive. It displayed a deep purple and dark blue, and- unfortunately for Red one- was packed full of eight foot tall monsters, stout little piggish things with large peaks on their backs, and bird-like creatures with glowing shields… all pointing bizarre weapons at him.
Darth Vader overlooked the explosions and fiery doom that ran rampant between his imperial fleet and the cluster of purple, insect-like ships that projected beams of blue heat and the vessel with the enormous, double-stacked shafts that hurled burning projectiles. He keyed he communications channel. A grainy, blue hologram of an imperial pilot in a transport's cockpit-seat came into view above a three foot tall pedestal. "What is your status, lieutenant?" Vader said. The pilot picked up a microphone. "We're fine, my lord. A few of our transports didn't make it, though. We're closing in on the enemy fleet, and the next wave is always welcome." The Sith lord looked back down onto the hologram. "It will be launching soon. Good luck, lieutenant." The light above the platform faded and the pilot vanished. The dark lord grabbed his light saber, and with that, walked off to the boarding craft bay. He was not going to allow this men to receive all the glory- he was going with them, and killing whoever- or whatever- was commanding that fleet.
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