Devastation Comes In Big Packages [Planetary Annihilation/Multicross SI]
johnwedd
Above Average man
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His secret is a complete disregard for complex plot and drama. Smacking around canon like a coked up pimp with compensation issues.
Just having fun with the idea.
Dark Trooper thing already happened, I can confirm that.
Alas, he is just a Force sensitive super commando badass, not a Jedi.
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Great chapters.
Finally the bitch is dead.
And you just missed the fact that all of what you doing is being read by us.
Finally the bitch is dead.
And you just missed the fact that all of what you doing is being read by us.
I already suggested something similar to this. He said it wasn't the sort of thing he'd thing of IC.
Although he is getting Qwi Xux to get ideas from soon. Maybe she'll think of something similar? After dealing with the trauma of everything she knew being a lie of course.
Yarudazuigu
Frostbyte's overlord.
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Qwi Xux will be his five years old advisor, equivalent, to run GENIUS! ideas by.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
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- He/Him
30 – An All Right Rescue Part One
Yesterday at 3:06 AM
31 – An All Right Rescue Part Two
Yesterday at 7:08 AM
32 – An All Right Rescue Part Three
Yesterday at 7:48 AM
33 – An All Right Rescue Part Four
Yesterday at 11:27 AM
I think we have different timezones.. I wrote four yesterday, now it's Thursday, and now I go to bed
Yesterday at 3:06 AM
31 – An All Right Rescue Part Two
Yesterday at 7:08 AM
32 – An All Right Rescue Part Three
Yesterday at 7:48 AM
33 – An All Right Rescue Part Four
Yesterday at 11:27 AM
I think we have different timezones.. I wrote four yesterday, now it's Thursday, and now I go to bed
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Probably homework.Only one chapter today? Did...did @torroar finally get some well deserved rest?
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
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- He/Him
I just checked. Two days ago there were at least five updates during the day, today there was just one. A bit of deep on my part.
34 – Checkpoint
34 – Checkpoint
In case you're wondering, I knocked the Maw Installation down into one of the black holes on the way out with some careful tractor beaming. The Justice immediately redlined its engines in the direction of the Rebellion's Haven Base while I sent my half a death star towards Hub. Speaking of that guy, I was absolutely right about needing to put the Vengeance onto the – ok saying Death Star prototype every time is way too much of a mouthful.
Uh.
I dub thee…Albert. Albert the Death Star, shortened to Albert for short.
Right, so the Vengeance shows up to where the Albert is ever so slowly making its way – thank god it can move through hyperspace albeit at snail speeds – and then starts upgrading its engines to make it go faster. The entire structure is still mostly skeletal but I can take care of that when it gets to Hub. Meanwhile the Justice is on the way to the Rebellion.
Speaking of them…they've been getting a little impatient.
I had to beg off explaining until I was 'ready' and subsequently shut the body down while I was focusing on the Maw. My connection to the cameras on Haven Base however were showing that Leia was getting a little impatient. Now that everything else was done with I could actually do so. I mean I wasn't going to tell them exactly what had happened – they wouldn't understand – but I could give a basic one. Thus, I reactivated my droid body there and had it turn to the very expectant looking faces of Leia, Han, Luke, Lando, and…Mon Mothma?
When the hell did she get here?
This is what I get for leaving the body completely deactivated while I dealt with the Maw.
"So. I can explain what just happened."
The Rebellion members who watched it happen are apparently a bit discomforted by the sound of a droid screaming about inescapable and horrific pain, shutting down, and then getting up again as if nothing had happened. Which is fair of them.
"There was a bit of a connection issue."
Right, so now I think I can –
"That's it?!" Han just about explodes at me.
"Well, yes. Another one of my compatriots…who I guess we can call Beta," there are some looks at that, "Was busy raiding a top secret Imperial station in the Maw Cluster and ran into a bit of an issue."
More looks, but these ones are more alarm than they are of suspicion of me.
"The Maw, are you – why didn't you tell us?" Leia's crossed her arms to look at me.
"Because that operation was already ongoing," I wave dismissively, "We just underestimated the dangers going on there. In any case, we discovered quite a bounty of things including some of the greatest superweapons that the Empire built."
"That was plural," Lando narrows his eyes.
"Yeah. What, did you think the Death Star was the only weapon of extreme death around? That just blows up planets. They built something that ruins entire solar systems."
Take the phrase 'What' in various levels of horror and anger and apply whatever variant you think appropriate to every mouth of everyone present. Mon Mothma, who I haven't even spoken to directly yet, seems particularly affected.
"Guys, guys!" I scale up the droid's voice to cut through all of the yelling. "Calm down. We took the station, and grabbed the scientists."
"For what purpose?"
Ah, and there's Mon Mothma.
"To give to you guys."
"The Alliance-,"
Oh. Right. The Alliance to Restore the Republic. The formal name of the Rebellion.
"- does not make use of such terrible weaponry. It is a crime against all sentient life that the Death Star was used, we would not move on to even worse creations!"
Calm down lady. Seriously.
"I know, that's why I destroyed all the prototypes and wiped the data."
After taking all of the data for myself. I didn't need any of the other prototypes.
"And listen, there were some good cyber defenses there."
Lie.
"It messed up the network we're all on."
Lie.
"Hence the whole little freak out I just had."
Lie.
Thankfully I don't have a face for them to try and judge the expressions on. Instead it's just a blank slate.
…I don't know if they're going to believe me.
Ah well.
"You expect us to believe all of this at face value?"
"Nah, Lady Skywalker. Beta is going to bring the data here, as well as the scientists. I'm…pretty sure you're going to want to try them for war crimes or something. I dunno what else besides."
"These some bad guys then, your black tincan-ness?"
"Well…yeah. Except the blue one though, her name's Xux."
"What do you mean?" Luke is the one speaking, though he's mostly been a quiet and…Jedi kinda guy thus far.
"She's a victim of Tarkin. Watched nine massacres of her people at his hands, kidnapped at ten, years of conditioning and propaganda..."
Easy way to get people to stop giving me the eye about how badly I mangle my deceptions is to point them at someone they can all reliably hate. Leia especially, to the point that I see Luke put his hand on her shoulder to calm her while Han finds himself wincing as she squeezes his hand so hard her knuckles have turned white. Guess the scars from watching your planet blow up go deep.
"Tarkin…"
"Yeah. She's one of the most brilliant scientists in the galaxy. Genius engineer, scientist, designer, mathematician…her only weakness is in the biological sciences. Anyway, we're going to try and break her conditioning on the way here."
"And the other scientists, are they unredeemable?"
Ah, Mothma.
"Well, let me repeat a recording we got from one of their personal entries – the ones that they didn't let the base commander see. Ahem. Log 5123: I requested one of the wookie slaves be used as a test subject for the weapon I've been designing on the side. It charred it all the way through but instead of dying like I wanted it just sort of laid there and moaned. Pathetic things, really, always filthy and furred...in any case it seems my improvements on disruptor technology were not as immediately fatal as I wished. Alas, we only have so many slaves and-,"
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I'd turned off the extra reverb so that I didn't freak her out.
"Yo, bluebird, wakey wakey space eggs and bakey."
Predictably, Xux kind of freaked out when she woke up. Unlike the rest of her compatriots who I had stuffed in some quick fabricated cages. Instead, I had carved out another portion of the ship and made it as non-threatening as possible – let it keep some of the old Imperial aesthetic. She got a couch and everything, as well as a big video screen with some high quality holoprojectors on it. An accessible database was over on the side with another chair.
As for the rest of the scientists…well I had to put them in another section, because the wookies were not happy to see them being brought in.
And as the saying goes: let the wookie in.
"Who – who are – no! Stay back!"
"Calm down, Xux. Just like I said, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I'm going to try and save you."
Pulse rising, temperature rising, eyes flicking all over the place.
This is going…great.
"W-wh-you-,"
"The Death Star was used to blow up a planet and killed billions of innocent civilians and the World Devastators – you referred to them as Harvester Devices in your files – were also planned on being used as weapons. Every single thing you ever developed while at the Maw Installation under Daala was a weapon meant to be used against innocent people. I've also compiled a collected list of every atrocity the Empire has ever committed both during its time and before – by those who would go on to create said Empire."
Eyes straight up bugging out and – yeah, I can see it as conflicting ideas and words are getting stuck in her brain.
"Y-y-y-y-your lying I can't you're lying failure is not an option I can't-,"
Laying a comforting hand doesn't work – maybe because the droid is a Reddington model – but that's all right.
Because I just downloaded every psychological textbook, study, and case, in all of the galaxy.
Also four thousand and sixty two doctorates.
"Let the healing begin!"
Theta should really stick to what he's good at - destroying things and building weapons of mass destruction.
Alas.
His bumbling tendency to try to help but not know precisely how to do that but try anyway is something he gets from me.
My friends find it amusing and sometimes heartwarming.
Xux...probably will not.
Alas.
His bumbling tendency to try to help but not know precisely how to do that but try anyway is something he gets from me.
My friends find it amusing and sometimes heartwarming.
Xux...probably will not.
Yeah, you should have first establish some kind of rapport before dropping bombs such as these when you try to change someone's mind. I think that's the basic knowledge though. I can't imagine what you thought would accomplish starting the conversation with that. But I guess being artificial may be clouding your perspective.
35 – A Barely Passing Grade
35 – A Barely Passing Grade
I didn't…quite break Xux. Not that I was looking to.
I didn't quite fix her either. On the one hand she was really twitchy now but on the other she had fully accepted the implications of her work.
A little too well, actually, and I had to stop her from trying to kill herself after I kind of stupidly let her watch the destruction of Alderaan and the subsequent blowing up of the Death Star.
She'd been so distanced by conditioning from the true nature of her work and death in general I guess so by overexposing herself to it she kind of overloaded. It's ok though, I stopped her and after the third time she stopped trying entirely. Not, you know, the shutting down kind of stopping entirely, just no longer doing the suicide attempt thing.
Fuck, man. I'm really lucky that I can perceive things in nanoseconds when I need to or else she would have done it.
Fuck. I am the worst at helping people.
I've got to be the worst Commander out of all of them, and if we somehow all exist in the same multiverse I am going to be the lowest scoring guy in the class if all the Commander's somehow met up.
I can't do anything right, I get stressed out too easily, and I have no real way to determine if my wild flailings at this universe are actually going to be good or not for it. I could be endangering everyone and everything on accident – which wouldn't be out of character for me. It's not like I personally thought I would be great at this, or even good at it. I just didn't think I'd be so bad at it. Hell, I'm still here in the first universe I started in. It'll be a year in two months.
The Battle of Endor was supposed to happen six months after Hoth, but I've apparently shot that all to hell so I don't even know what is supposed to happen now. Most of the books I read had to deal with post-Emperor and all that – with Jaina and Jacen Solo and Mara Jade and shit.
….anyway. That's enough self-loathing for now, I can get back to that later.
Suicide is a pretty heavy deal for me, personally, so I'll try to leave Xux's personal details to herself rather than log them in with other things. The worst part was how she was crying and the books said she needed like…a fluffy animal or at least an organic companion of some sort. A Reddington does not make for a suitable form of that.
Instead I introduced her to the wookies – and after some conversation and revelations about Tarkin…well. Tarkin was the one that helped bring them there, he is a complete and total monster…and after a few hours the wookies basically took Xux in. She's in much better conditions now. Mentally and physically I think, though I'd say that shredding her Imperial uniform as badly as she did wasn't necessarily the best idea considering that I hadn't thought to bring any other clothes for the prisoners or her. In a few minutes though the wookies had used their own natural weaving work to make her…
There's no easy way to say this.
She looks like a blue fairy. With a leaf sarong thing that I'm not quite sure should be able to work but does.
So…that's…good.
I think I'm done trying to do stuff like this. I'll just let the Rebellion go about its way with me taking chunks out of the Empire's side.
I also mentioned having a stockpile of atrocities on file? Yeah, but I'm still building that up. Every minute that I'm talking to Leia or Han, every minute I was at the Maw, building things at Hub, I'm trawling the holonet. How else do you think I've been able to keep an eye on the Empire and the Rebellion at the same time? I'll admit that I don't keep as close an eye on the holonet as I might need to but the information there is incredible. By frog leaping from satellites and databanks all across the galaxy I've got camera footage and reports and orders and more that adds up to some pretty damaging stuff.
More every day, too.
But I'm not going to release it.
Not yet.
Not until the most opportune moment.
Like say…when an Emperor dies?
Right.
The rest of the scientists of course did not take Xux's so called betrayal likely though some of them tried to defect or prove that they too were super regretful for the things they did. Unfortunately for them they might be brilliant assholes but they couldn't lie very well. Could literally calculus their way out of a paper bag but lying was just too hard for people who had grown very used to telling the truth all the time and expecting it to be accepted. Maybe if I gave them some terminals they could use to 'hide' from me they could put their honest thoughts in?
Man, I don't know. Isolation – the kind they had at least – does some funny things to the mind. Only knowing a small group of people for years and years away from actual fresh air just is not that good for you. I'm sure certain space faring groups might disagree but they aren't here right now so there.
Whatever they thought they could pull off – some of them somehow managed to finagle some panels off of the walls and almost managed to mess with some wiring – it doesn't work. By the time that the Justice reaches Haven Base orbit Albert has made its way into Hub. Sure, with a bit of help from the Vengeance but that's fine with me.
There's a small amount of panic before I'm able to calm them down, and then…oh.
I forgot about Chewie. He's apparently ecstatic to see so many of his people again, being freed from slavery is just icing on the cake. I had been so focused on just getting this over with that I'd forgotten that people might think that the rescue part would be more important than the superweapons.
If that doesn't show just how wildly off the path I've gone since becoming a Commander I don't know what has.
The leaders of the Rebellion just don't know what to do with me. I'm obviously threatening, I have what they can't help but assume are ridiculously good resources, reach, and power. Yet I just kind of jump in and throw around secrets like candy and deliver unto them something that has – according to their files – tripled the size of their fleet. Fleets, now. Plural. And now I'm just giving them some of the best scientists in the Empire's employ.
Before I leave and finally get back to not having to deal with this kind of stuff, I make sure to introduce Xux who has rather worryingly applied her incredible intelligence to go as backwards as possible in terms of civilization – she can't possibly think she could become a wookie, right? – to the Rebellion. While the scientists are escorted to the brig while accompanied by a truly incredible amount of glares due to my taking the time to recite their journals and reports in public in the base, I help Xux down the ramp while the wookies run rampant.
Leia, Mon Mothma, and Luke are the ones who greet me…as well as me. Apparently Han and Lando are organizing something that may or may not turn into the liberation of Bespin. Good on them. As for the greeters, they seem a little taken aback at this super scientist dressed in leaves and sticks.
"Greetings. I am Qui Xux. I am a monster. Please kill me."
"Woah woah!"
I have to wrap my hands around her and yank her back a bit as she walks towards them with her hands out but flipped over in 'cuff me officers' style. She doesn't struggle.
"She didn't mean that," I try to reassure them.
But to cover my bases…
"She might have," comes from the body that the rebels know as Theta. "She's undergone extreme psychological damage – both from Tarkin and your slightly botched attempts at 'helping'."
"Easy for you to say, you weren't there," says my Beta body.
Look at the crazy man, talking to himself except no one knows that.
"I assisted in the creation of weapons built to exterminate entire planets, and personally headed a project to destroy entire solar systems," is Xux's reply, but it's pretty toneless.
Thankfully I don't have time to fully develop my schizophrenia as Leia comes forward to take her by the hands.
"You were also kidnapped and forced under the thumb of Wilhuff Tarkin," she says gently, and she slowly guides Xux forward. "You can't blame yourself for what he did to you."
"Yes I can."
Ah hell.
"Xux," I have Beta call out. She turns and looks at me. "Genuine remorse and a desire to change are a pretty good start. Redemption isn't for everyone…but at least you're trying, yeah?"
I don't know if that helped.
"Oh, and Luke!"
He turns, a quizzical look on his face.
"Look up Kyle Katarn. He'd make a pretty good Jedi."
Then I sprinted into the shuttle, heedless of the sudden shouts behind me.
Both of me, I mean. It was nice to hang out with the Rebellion for a bit, but I had just come too late to truly affect any of their early decisions or actions.
See, here's the thing.
I was pretty sure that Luke and his friends could take down the Emperor, and Vader too.
But as I was reviewing my memories, I remembered something.
An extra-galactic something. Responsible for whole planets of dead people, something even the Empire failed to do. One of the greatest threats that the universe of Star Wars had ever faced.
So while the Rebellion does its part for the galaxy, I'm going to do mine.
I'm going to find the Vong, and them I'm going to stick the biggest technological stick their luddite asses have ever seen right down their throats.
And then I'm gonna wiggle it.
But first, I'm going to need a few things. What luck that the Empire will be footing the bill then, yeah?
Well if you can't be a dragon be a Wookie.