Devastation Comes In Big Packages [Planetary Annihilation/Multicross SI]

[NHO]

No!!! You need to find Mara Jade and convince her and Luke to have Smexy times and make the next generation of Skywalkers!!

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I can not Force, at all, but here's compilation of all atrocities Empire conducted, galaxy-vise, with Emperor-sanctioned and endorsed going first. Also, his training is about making you a tool instead of free Force User, go to Luke, he will complete it.

 

[yinko]

Not that, you know, I'm planning on blowing up Ziost despite having the ability to blow up a dozen Ziost-like targets. With all this firepower! You know! That I could –

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You have learned nothing my young padowan. Remember your training, what did Vader say?

"The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant compared to the power of the Force."

You're going up against the force here. Attacking Ziost will only irritate it, and Ship.

 

[torroar]

49 – Certain Prices Paid
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"…passing scavengers are saying that they have discovered undeniable evidence of orbital bombardment of the planet Ziost! Though as of yet their stories are not confirmed there are many in route who are heading to that forlorn world to discover the truth. Others' still are wondering just why the planet would be bombarded at all, given that it has no official settlements on record. A fit of pique, a weapons test, or something more? We'll have more for you within the hour."

"Two more criminal syndicates in the Outer Rim wiped out, their ships left disabled in orbit and the identity of all their members and a list of crimes committed by each delivered to authorities. This most recent rash of paramilitary legal enforcement is apparently being credited to the fearsome thieves known as The Network, who only openly revealed themselves during the Heist of Kuat when-,"

With a single swipe of her trembling finger, she finally turned off the newsfeed. Not just that newsfeed, but all of them that spanned throughout her private rooms. She did not tremble out of fear mind you, but out of sheer exhaustion…and a bit of fear, if she was honest with herself. And she would always be honest with herself. Self-delusions took away from the efficiency and value of her work. And as she had so painfully learned less than a year ago…the value of her work was all that mattered at this point.

She could still feel where her throat and jaw had been crushed, woke every night smelling the phantom stench of her own flesh being charred black by lightning. The splash of her own blood upon her cheek when the pressure caused her left eye to outright explode in the socket. She felt them even though the cool metal and circuitry replacing all of that was ever present in her mind.

The head of Imperial Intelligence shivered at the memory once before shaking herself and heading away from the dozens of screens that still glowed with faint heat.

The Lusankya was much quieter, these days. The sounds of torture and brainwashing procedures were practically nonexistent, given how she had been forced to reassign all of her assets. Politically inconvenient prisoners had been executed or delivered back to their posts with amnesiacs. Everything that she could do to show her dedication to the Empire had been done, for she literally no longer had the wiggle room assured to her previously. Every month the Emperor would come – or Vader – or that bitch Hand – and every month she had nothing for them.

And every time she lost a piece of herself, in accordance to the Emperor's will.

And yet for all of her work in trying to avoid failure, she could not stop failing. A long time ago she might have felt annoyance or shame at that fact. Now she only felt the remnants of a deep and mortal terror. Apparently the modifications to her brain had been copied from a similar operation on some famous bounty hunter or another. Ever since Vader had choked her into unconsciousness in the third month after her meeting with the Emperor, she had been distantly aware of the scars on her scalp.

Yet she still needed sleep.

She didn't want to, but she had to sleep so that she could continue serving. That was all that mattered, serving the Emperor.

Thankfully, her own bed was guarded by the last of the Dark Trooper project's remnants, which had been so violently shut down. Prototypes of a project never to complete them but they served as her guards quite well. Even so she knew that they would be useless should one of her masters come down here and decide she had failed for the last time. They stepped aside in unison, the doors sliding open, revealing the dark room within. She had stopped needing outside lights ever since her eye had been replaced, her brain modified to accept the data with ease.

So it was with some muted surprise that she did not detect the intruders before the doors slid shut and they revealed themselves behind her.

Still, the blaster pistol being levered against the back of her bald head didn't require her sensors to detect.

"Isard…by the Force what did they do to her," a feminine voice whispered. In horror, the detached portions of the head of Imperial Intelligence recognized.

"It's like…it's like they cut the emotions from her," a male voice responded. One she recognized, her internal database helpfully providing several other examples.

"Luke Skywalker….Leia Organa," she murmured, the metallic strain from her throat twanging oddly.

"What am I, chopped nerf liver?"

"Han, not so loud!"

"What?"

"Isard, you'll get one chance to surrender the prisoners of this horrible place to us, and we'll let you live."

"She won't take it," Isard didn't recognize the newest woman's voice at all. "I recognize all of these modifications. She's more machine than human at this point. It would be foolish to assume that loyalty programming wouldn't come as part of the package."

Silence reigned and she considered her options. All of her upgrades were based around information gathering and analyzing, not a single portion of it had been combat-dedicated. Even her arms and legs were only about as a strong as they would have been had she not lost them to an enraged Vader.

"They tore parts of her out, I can still feel the hollow that her…ambition? That her ambition left behind. They filled it up with machinery and pain."

"Loyalty to the Emperor is all that matters," she muttered the rote response, "Failure is not acceptable. All that impedes one's work for the Emperor must be removed."

The lights finally turned on, and Isard blinked the one eye she still had at the strange blue alien in front of her face. The strangely spiked white hair was noted and filed away, as was the almost forcefully casual clothing the alien bore. Psychology examination from her own mind and the machines within it placed it as a desperate and extreme reversal of someone who had spent much of their lives in rote uniform.

"I once thought as you did, before I was saved. I desperately avoided failure, because failure meant-,"

"Death," Isard supplied.

Yet for all of her loyalty programming, the literal dozens of kill switches built throughout the shattered remains of her body, and her actual still somewhat present dedication to the Empire…she just felt tired.

Too tired. Which was impressive considering that almost all of her organs had been replaced with machines built to keep her going far in excess of what flesh could manage. Artificial adrenaline implants and everything.

"Are you here for your rebel general, then?"

"We're here for everyone," Organa – high priority target, her implants provided helpfully – growled.

"Several of my prisoners have been imprisoned for various things without being aligned with your Rebellion."

"You-,"

"She's telling the truth, Leia."

"….are you sure, Luke?"

"As sure as I can be."

She'd had enough, she decided.

It was one of the only actual decisions she'd made for herself in the past half a year, now that she thought about it. Everything else had been following orders, following the directives downloaded in her mind.

"Kill me," she said, savoring the shock on their faces as much as she could despite her literally excised emotions. "The information is all in my computers, but kill me. If I survived this failure, the Emperor would get rid of the twenty percent of me that remains flesh and then I would be just a droid."

"Why would he do this to you," the other male, the one identified as Han, asked. "Everything we had on you said you were the best at your job, rare failures, a real rising star in the Imperial Court. Heck, you got one of the only SSDs in the Empire! I mean, it's kind of underground, sure, but-,"

"Failure," she replied, rising and turning to face the blaster pistol that rose with her. "I failed."

"What did you fail at?"

The blue alien, then, her voice was almost too quiet for her single remaining ear, though the robotic replacement of the other functioned just fine.

"I couldn't find The Network. And so I was punished."

"The Network?!"

Isard didn't really feel surprise anymore, but watching someone phase into existence – a highly expensive personal stealth generator, her implanted eye noted – did pretty good at making her remember how it felt. The blond haired woman looked far more interested than the others in the room had been – various looks of disquiet, annoyance, and wistfulness in the case of the blue one – and grabbed her about the shoulders.

"What do you know about The Network?"

This time she asked more calmly, but there was a muted sense of desperation in her.

"Nothing. That was the problem," she answered easily. At this point she could feel the kill switches activating as she willingly divulged information to the Rebellion.

She welcomed it. Her life had become utter hell the moment The Network revealed itself.

"You know nothing?"

Faint bit of desperation in the voice of the woman, an undercurrent of…religious fervor? Normally she would be able to tell such things but with all the cybernetic replacements she had lost some of that old certainty of reading more organic people.

"Based somewhere in the Outer Rim, may know the location of the second Death Star-,"

"The what?!"

Isard felt a shadow of amusement, even as various toxins from within her body began self-injecting. Disloyalty was death. But she had grown too exhausted with living and so she let it happen. The threat of death only worked so long as the person felt they had something to live for.

The old her could have told the Emperor that.

"Here," she waved her hand and with a jolt of her robotic portions she unlocked everything. "Use it as you will. It doesn't matter."

"They saved me," the blue one murmured, "They could save you to."

"I doubt it, girl. You see…I'm already dead."

And the poisons finished their work, the last of her organic pieces – the last of her – began to die. A vague force tried to halt the damage but there was simply too much within her bloodstream. Acid went to work, and electricity arced from her cybernetic eye as it flash fried the innards of her skull.

Ysanne Isard died with a smile on her face as she escaped from the grasp of the Emperor.

Or…she would have, if her now former master hadn't replaced her nose down to her collarbone with cybernetics and durasteel.

A short time later, both Dark Troopers watched as the 'acceptable visitors' left the room of their charge. The hacking performed on them by a plucky little blue grey astromech unit had been quite effective in that respect.

It is said that the rage of the Emperor – when he visited the suddenly empty hidden prison on Coruscant the next day – was almost grossly incandescent.

 

[Student of Zelretch]

Well then. She may have been a sadistic, psycopathic bitch, but you made me feel sorry for her, Torroar. I hope you're happy. I just wanted to hate her, is that too much to ask?

 

[Jokarun]

Well then. She may have been a sadistic, psycopathic bitch, but you made me feel sorry for her, Torroar. I hope you're happy. I just wanted to hate her, is that too much to ask?

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There is no person that doesn't deserve pity if they were mutilated to such a point that only a bare scrap of their identity is left without chance of recovery. Its a fate much much worse than death.

That doesn't mean you can't hate the person they were before that though.

 

[EFW3]

Wait, who is the blue one? I get that the one with the stealth field is Guri, but who is the blue one? Aside from being Chiss I mean?

 

[torroar]

Well, based on her sympathizing with the fear of failure, and being blue, and being with the Rebellion, and being wistful about The Network...I would suspect she might be someone named Qui Xux, a certain rescued super scientist alien who developed the Sun Crusher device.

Just a guess though

 

[torroar]

50 – Penultimate Dusk​

Sheev Palpatine had not been having a good year.

Unlike some, he knew exactly what had gone wrong, and when. He did not have time for self-delusions these days.

The Battle of Hoth, or more accurately the new group that had revealed itself it during that time.

The Network.

Everything that had gone wrong could be pointed to them. Their leaders, their masters. The utter destruction committed during the Shadow Banking War had ruined his plans for the Outer Rim. Disappearances of his most valuable ships across the galaxy had quickly followed that. The utter disappearance of every single Super Star Destroyer had been almost impossible to recover from. After that even more damage had been dealt and despite his mastery over the Force he couldn't seem to stop it!

He could foresee nothing anymore, the Force was in such preposterous flux as to beggar belief.

Mara Jade had disappeared on her mission to kill Luke Skywalker after it had been proven he had been fully trained as a Jedi. Vader had protested and promised that he could turn his son to the Dark Side but Palpatine did not believe that his apprentice could, not after the sheer strength his blood showed. Which on its own might have been impressive in an odd sort of way…but Palpatine had no time for such things.

Yet his Hand had disappeared. Vader had gone in search of Skywalker himself, who had been sighted pursuing yet another Jedi that his apprentice had missed.

How many disgusting filth remained in his galaxy? He did not know. It did not even matter at this point.

The Empire was ruined.

All of Byss quaked beneath his fury, as his thrashing emotions lashed out at all life on the planet.

It was all The Networks fault. Where they had gotten the information they had…he did not know. It was frankly impossible for any but that group of droids and slicers to manage, he knew that much. But they had found information on every single atrocity that the Empire had ever attempted to cover up – many that even he had not been personally aware of. Every small massacre next to the large ones. Bioweapons research results and the usage on civilian populations. Evidence of corruption spread across the entire Imperial Court – the reveal of highly placed and recently deceased Prince Xizor as the true head of Black Sun had been particularly damaging.

The intrigues of the Empire that he had allowed to proceed as in order to make himself inextricable to its function had been ripped out for all the holonet to see. Orders – the very orders themselves – had been recorded from seemingly nowhere but sensors aboard hundreds of ships in the Empire and then released. Politicians across his galaxy had fallen in flames for aligning themselves with him for rewards while those resisted him were elevated in the eyes of their people.

Even then, all had not yet been lost. The sheer military strength he had at his disposal should have been enough.

That was when the defections started. Broken by the excising of literal oceans of filth and darkness from within the Empire that he had specifically allowed to take root, the loyalty of his soldiers had waned in vast quantities.

Despite his best efforts, his outright controlling of high ranking generals and admirals, the rank and file had slipped away further and further!

Another servant that was frozen in fear within his palace shrieked only once before a stray blast of lightning turned them into ash. For that was the only place that Palpatine knew to be safe in these uncertain times. Reduced to fleeing to his bastion, perched atop his black throne…with Coruscant itself turning against him. Without even his apprentice, his inquisitors, his adepts!

He knew why.

The Network had somehow managed to reveal the truth of him. His identity as a Sith Lord was blasted out across the Holonet, across every screen, every messaging board in the galaxy. A recording – it should have been impossible – of his duel against Mace Windu and his pathetic strike team. His words to Darth Maul and his brother Oppress as he slew them, his words to Vader when he had yet to accept his place under him. All of it, all of it gained impossibly from nowhere! All the fault of The Network!

It had been the straw that broke the nerfs back. The Empire had recoiled from him, from all his good deeds and work. Revolts had skyrocketed, a thousand miniature Rebellion movements springing up almost overnight.

How dare they?! How dare his galaxy turn against him so! He had brought it to its knees and under his rule he would have given them a future of untold greatness! Only he was worthy of leading it, without him the galaxy would fall to anarchy…as it should without him to guide it!

It was not just The Network that had done this.

Vader.

He had felt the disappearance of his apprentice from his senses. It had come at the same time that the Force itself had nearly shaken itself apart. Force Nexuses across the galaxy had erupted in bursts of power that not only affected those who could directly feel it but the more mundane mortals as well. Gravitational anomalies had appeared all over Korriban, over Ziost, over Yavin, and more than a dozen other places that he knew of personally. The Force had been rocked by…something.

Then it was like stars had been born, somewhere out in the galaxy. Burning with the powers of the Light yet disturbingly with a tinge of the Dark Side as well.

It was infuriating.

Then the Death Star, rebuilt and renovated, had just…left. Not under his orders or anyone else's. It had happened less than a minute after he had ordered that it be used on the moon of Endor in a public demonstration to the galaxy – one last attempt to bring his foes low with fear – that it was fully functional. Yet somehow, somehow, it had disappeared entirely. The laser never fired, the engines had activated…and it disappeared into hyperspace. Vader? The Rebellion? The Network?

Too many foes, he had let himself gain too many foes. Complacency, the same thing that let him slay his old Master, had proven that it may have been his bane as well.

And now…now he was left with nothing else to do but openly and publically destroy his foes. A single press of a button opened communications with one of the few remaining loyal members of the Empire.

"Grand Moff Khaine…are our forces in position?"

"Yes, my Emperor. The Ravager and Guardian stand ready along with the rest of the fleet. The Rebellion will be halted here!"

Sheev merely gave a silent nod before closing communications again.

All was not lost.

Not yet.

He could still turn the situation to his advantage, and reverse the flow of fate by his will. As was his right and strength as Sith.

….they were here.

He could feel those blazing stars of Light aboard the giant Rebel fleet that had jumped into local space. The legendary Katana fleet, turned to the whims of those who would challenge the ultimate supremacy of the Dark Side. Mon Calamari capital vessels. And hundreds of ships belonging to traitors, those who had turned against his glorious Empire – who had previously sworn an oath to him! His rage boiled hard enough to make the storms over Byss intensify even further. Continual bolts of lightning began to fall, obliterating entire fields and striking great gouges in buildings and roads. Nevertheless he forced himself to keep from accidentally destroying the portions of the Imperial Army that had stayed loyal to him.

High above, the last remnants of the true Empire had joined him in this defiant stand. Grand Moffs, Admirals, Generals, and more, all that could be gathered in time. Those who had sworn oaths of loyalty but had been too far away had…disappeared. That was likely from The Network striking against him once more. It was not surprising at this point. They had taken Imperial Intelligence and dismantled it in a single day, why would they not be able to hit all of those loyal to him yet too far away to provide immediate aide?

Nevertheless…he raged. He submerged himself deep within the Dark Side, more than he ever had before. He would need the fuel and strength in order for the battle ahead. Yet even as he did so, letting the Dark Side physically manifest as an aura of red and purple energies in a great cloud…he listened to the reports. He let the wash of tactical information flow over him from a dozen sources.

The Rebellion matched his forces in numbers, yet the Guardian and Ravager were still the incredible force multipliers they had always been meant to be. Both plunged deep into the enemy fleets, separating them and then widening the gulfs with their great bulks. Yet it was not enough, and he sensed the troop transports landing upon his world. The great Force Storms were pulled back by necessity so that every single drop of his immense power could be concentrated against what was coming.

Rebels and traitors to the Empire alike stormed his world…and yet he still did nothing.

The blazing lights in the Force came ever closer…until he found their transport amongst many others assaulting his palace itself. Orbital fire bombarded it, the shield shattering…and yet he waited. The Force grew tense, taut, and yet ever stronger. In the years to come, whoever won, Palpatine knew this world would be irrevocably changed by the powers of the Force unleashed here.

He intended to be the victor, in that regard.

The whole of the Royal Guard had been brought with him for this. Normally he would have disdained their presence for he needed no true aid in defending himself…but that was before. When he was an actual Emperor to a unified Empire. Not reduced to…this.

The Rebellion…Vader…The Network….no. The entire galaxy would pay for his humiliation. He would bring suffering and ruination to every living being who dared to defy him, they would all pay! He would bring them all to the brink of death again and again and inflict such pain as to make the Force itself weep!

Explosions rocked the palace doors as the rebels reached them…guided at the head by the Jedi. For that was what had to be facing him, there could be no mistake for what was marching towards him.

"Very well," he muttered to himself.

He remained sitting, even as the guards of his palace were cut down, blasted apart, or simply thrown aside. As the great doors to the hall of his palace were thrown open and then off of their very hinges – crushing even more of his guards. But it was what he saw that propelled his already seemingly limitless hatred to even greater heights.

The very act of standing and flexing his powers caused great waves of concussive force to explode outwards, pulverizing his throne and the steps that led up to it. Statues alongside it were crumpled at the waist and fell aside in tumultuous crashes. Yet he could not possibly remain sitting given what had just marched into his hall.

"Vaaaadeeerrrr," his bellow blew out the windows of the hall, and buffeted the Royal Guard that still faced the intruders. Such was the strength of the Force in him at that moment that his voice boomed and twisted monstrously in the air.

For that was who stood against him, a blue lightsaber ignited in his hand despite the impossibility of that fact. His black armor had remained, but now possessed a series of white highlights that somehow took away from the dark menace he had possessed before. The heavy breathing of his life support systems remained but were somehow…eased.

Yet he was not alone.

His son stood next to him, holding an even more infuriatingly familiar green lightsaber. And next to him stood yet another traitor!

"You would stand against me, Mara Jade? My own Hand?!"

She said nothing, which further angered him, and merely closed her distance with the son of his traitorous apprentice to bump shoulders. He could feel the disgustingly warm emotions flowing between them. Love and happiness…with a great surge of determination and fearlessness.

"And who is this one?"

The last was the one that almost confused him the most. At first look he was but a bearded rebel commando…but Palpatine could see the lightsaber at his side that was for some reason un-ignited.

"Kyle Katarn," the man responded succinctly.

All together…they burned with the Light so powerfully as to almost stun him. Even Vader was somehow much stronger than he ever had been before.

How.

How had this happened?

"How?!"

They did not even flinch from the ear splitting volume of his scream. Even now he could feel his forces fighting…dying…yet if he fought and failed here there would be nothing he could do. The ancient technique of Battle Meditation would be utterly useless to his forces if he was dead.

"Did you ever think we'd be here, after Ruusan, Luke?"

"I suspected something similar…but the Valley certainly helped cement it," the younger Skywalker said with an offensively easy smile to the bearded one, Katarn.

No.

No he could still salvage this.

"I can still feel the darkness within you Vader. Within…all of you?"

What?

It was true, it had to be though. He could taste the faint tinges of the Dark Side within them all. How was this possible, for them to be under the faint influence of both? Such a thing was unimaginable.

Then Vader stepped forward, and spoke.

"Your Empire…stops here…Sheev."

"You built it with me, you fool, and now you would tear it down!?"

A faint nod.

"For a better galaxy…for my son. And also…for the woman I loved," Vader's voice trembled with fury and…disgustingly, love.

The black armored cyborg then pointed his old lightsaber forward, practically at Palpatine's heart.

"You. Must. Die."

Months of building strength in the Dark Side snapped forth as Palpatine let every constraint fly loose. Brilliant red light burst forth from his lightsaber as it flew into his hand, and he leapt forward to land amongst his Royal Guard. They turned forward, as he rose to his feet.

"Never!"

Then there were no more words, and battle was joined.

 

[StrangerDanger51]

I think t was that scientist that Torroar rescued from the Maw Installation

Edit: Ninja'd by author

 

[EFW3]

Well, based on her sympathizing with the fear of failure, and being blue, and being with the Rebellion, and being wistful about The Network...I would suspect she might be someone named Qui Xux, a certain rescued super scientist alien who developed the Sun Crusher device.

Just a guess though

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Right... I totally didn't think she was a throwaway character...

 

[EFW3]

Wait, where is the network while this final climatic battle is going on? He's gonna be so upset when he finds out what happened while he was gone. Either that, or there is going to be a "Big Damn Heroes Moment" coming up soon.

 

[Legion1771]

Wait, where is the network while this final climatic battle is going on? He's gonna be so upset when he finds out what happened while he was gone. Either that, or there is going to be a "Big Damn Heroes Moment" coming up soon.

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Out in dark space being bored and looking for the Vong. I'll be amused if they don't show up, don't exist or entered the galaxy from a different direction.

 

[Potato and Chip]

It had come at the same time that the Force itself had nearly shaken itself apart. Force Nexuses across the galaxy had erupted in bursts of power that not only affected those who could directly feel it but the more mundane mortals as well. Gravitational anomalies had appeared all over Korriban, over Ziost, over Yavin, and more than a dozen other places that he knew of personally. The Force had been rocked by…something.

Then it was like stars had been born, somewhere out in the galaxy. Burning with the powers of the Light yet disturbingly with a tinge of the Dark Side as well.

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Well something BIG happened. For a second I thought it was the creation of the Cry of Gimli resonating through the force, but I'm guessing that it has something to do with the combination of the forces of light and dark.

 

[sargon10]

How did Vader become a good guy again?

 

[torroar]

51 – Years Of Darkness
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I'd put IG-88 out his misery, and replaced him with something completely different.

Me.

Or rather, an iteration of me. To actually take on the name Theta, and the burden of The Network while within this universe. Because I would be leaving eventually, after all. I'd also finally rebuilt my Commander body with the aid of what I had discovered in this universe. Which, considering what made up my Commander body wasn't actually that much. The quantum crystalline armor was pretty good, though. Better than what it had before, at least.

I named it the Theta+ Chassis. Then I built two, and copied my consciousness in to one while I took possession of the former. The old Theta Commander body was reclaimed in the same instant.

I felt when it-he-I came online, and both of us just looked at one another. Almost immediately following that we both started trying to talk.

"So-,"
"So,"

We stopped and started again like that another three times before we both just started laughing.

"Seriously though," the one I'd decided would be called Theta said, "I know why this is happening. I was you until a few seconds ago."

"Now our thoughts are already diverging, though," I – the Prime me – pointed out.

"Eh."

The electronic equivalent of a shrug.

We both knew why I'd done it.

The Star Wars universe just can't seem to keep its shit together for any longer than a few years at a time. We were going to try to change that – or rather...Theta would.

"I didn't think they'd do it without us though…," Theta sounded almost wistful.

"Yeah, well, the Force moves in bullshitty ways."

Another mental shrug.

"I guess. Still, the whole 'Redeem Vader' thing was something I only thought happened in fanfiction," he said while already putting various ships into the que. I could feel him already working on filling up his unit cap – because joy of joys of course he would have one too – with USDs. He'd have to rewire the droid protocols for our armies and navies too, but that shouldn't take him too long.

"Yeah, well, would we know, if we were in that either?"

"What," he stopped, "fanfiction? I don't see that happening."

"T-…torroar could be doing it as we speak," was my rejoinder, and it was true, wasn't it? That this was all a typed up construct?

"Yeah, well, he better not. He's got way too much stuff to do this semester."

"Yeah but-,"

"No buts, man. Seriously, we get into that kind of weird ass meta-debate and we'll be here for the next kajillion years with straws and shit on a table like in that movie Looper."

I had a point, I had to admit to myself.

"Hell, I'm more concerned with the fact that you're taking the Gimli with you," he said, with almost a hint of reproach in his voice. "How do you even know that it will go through the Gate at all?"

I'd had this conversation in my head a dozen times…and now I was having it in real time. This shit was surreal.

"Can we not have an argument that we – I – have been having for weeks now? Let's focus on your job," I…said…sternly…to…myself?

"Keep an eye on the Republic, ensure that the good guys get the good PR and the bad guys get the bad PR, don't let another Empire show up, cut down corruption as much as possible, end galactic slavery, ensure that the Imperial Remnant never forms, solidify the Jedi, keep an eye on Abeloth and the Lost Tribe and Thrawn and the Black Nest and so on and so forth I know – I mean…we know!"

Theta and I just kind of stared at one another after that. Then by mutual agreement we decided to speed things up.

"Right, so, I'm going to fly out and kick the Vong back to their house, then I'll build a Gate out there and go through it," I stated finally.

It was kind of redundant, that had been the plan all along. It just felt right to say it out loud.

"…yep. Good luck man."

I shook hands with myself – electronically I mean, the Commander body doesn't have hands it has cannons – and then I went, transferring myself to the Theta+ body that was on the Cry of Gimli.

Still, who would have thought that the Rebellion would – New Republic now – would actually do as well as they did? One climactic battle, one duel, and constant media and holonet exposure to the cartoonishly evil Empire later…and it was done. Good way to end 5 ABY I guess…

And I hadn't even gotten to use any of my ships on that battle!

…the Vong better not disappoint me.

At least Theta gets to keep a watch on this place, and with a Death Star to do it from. He'll do fine.

He's me after all.

18 ABY, Intergalactic Void

…whuuzah?

What?

Why am I awake? I gave explicit instructions to the droids to not wake me up unless – oh.

Oh!

Ahah!

And it only took me being asleep seventeen years for us to find them! And…yes! The droids followed my orders with the fabricators!

Already, I could see hundreds of the initial trail of Yuuzhan Vong worldships beginning to light up in my sensors. Weapons were activating, I could feel it, as well as basically their race in general. Fantastic.

For I was ready too.

Fifty thousand Hexagons, twenty nine USD's, and one Cry of Gimli. While I outnumbered them, their worldships were bigger and far more powerful individually than my own Hexagons – or they would be if I hadn't left explicit orders for a slow upgrading process for as long as I was asleep. No longer were my ships plebian durasteel. They were now all plated in quantum armors! I may have no eyes in the galaxy I came from anymore, but that doesn't matter now does it! Just because I gave all the resources there to Theta doesn't mean I didn't come with my own Resource Cores across all these ships! Years and years had passed…but now even the Cry of Gimli was covered in it.

More importantly, though it took sixteen years since I fell asleep to build….

The Vong were still waking but I had the perfect wake up alarm.

My ten thousand kilometer tall and five thousand kilometer wide speakers.

Why?

Because I can.

Then I turned the speakers on, and the loudest noise since the Big Bang boomed out across the void. between galaxies.

"GO. HOME. VONG!"

Hell, they functioned practically like sonic cannons at that volume and wavelength. I mean that literally, they crumpled a lot of the front running ships. Almost immediately they started fighting back in turn, but I was already sending in the Hexagons and the USDs.

Words fail to do justice to what ensued. Yuuzhan Vong ships used these weird kind of molten slag launchers as their own turrets in comparison to my lasers and ion blasts and they would have done pretty good had they not been going up against quantum crystalline armor. Slag is good, but what chance does it have against something rated to withstand the insides of suns? But there was enough of that slag stuff flying around to make Palpatine blush with the amount of concentrated damage that could be dealt with it.

In turn? Tens of thousands of turbolaser blasts lit up the dark in bright greens and reds. Bright blue from ion blasts splashed over worldships in enough quantities as to coat the whole of the living coral that was used to build Vong ships were burned. That puts aside what the missiles were capable of. I had photon and proton and bio and all kinds of things courtesy of combining my own missile arsenals and that of the Empire and the Rebellion. Then I threw in what the USDs could do. Each one of them individually slammed their prows into worldships and kept going – because why not? I was only planning on taking the Cry of Gimli with me to wherever I went next. You know, just in case ROB decided that I was only allowed one ship.

Great fleets of fighters met in voluminous clouds, their own nebulae of exploding metal and coral. But unlike what the Vong had…my Hexagons could just keep producing their own droid fighters. The admirals I had programmed did their job well, without a hint of self-preservation. Multiple times I saw a repeat of the same suicide tactics that I had introduced myself to the galaxy with.

I was basically besieging their entire race, except for one important thing.

They already had Vong in the galaxy. Plenty, in fact. They had the planet Bimmiel and members spread all over the place doing wetwork to prepare for the arrival of the invasion force. If Theta did his job properly though, they wouldn't be able to do much of that anymore. And it's been over a decade so I'm pretty sure that he would have. I would have.

"You. Are. Not. Welcome. Go. Home."

I know they can understand me. I'm using their own language to do this, listening to what they are saying and extrapolating using my own programming abilities has let me synthesize their own language after only a few minutes of them screaming at one another that their entire fleet is under assault. But they aren't turning around. I haven't lost a single ship, though some are actually taking some damage by sheer volume of fire getting some slag inside of their open hangar bays. The rest…can just use their quantum armor to pull Han Solo's and just plow through the worldships.

Even their coralskipper fighters are starting to lose out on the sheer volume that I've got going.

"Go. Home. You can yet repair your own galaxy, yet your obsession with pain and conquest will see your race to ruin."

Every time I use these gargantuan speakers, more of their ships are crumpled up.

Seriously, I should look into sonic weaponry more. The speakers were kind of built on the same principles as the sonic weapons that the galaxy I'd left behind possessed. There was better stuff in other universes, I'm sure though. It's up to me to go looking though.

Anyway.

They aren't getting the message.

If anything, they're fighting harder. More and more ships from the rear are piling up.

More than a thousand ships on their side, over ten thousand on mine. My USDs are now well inside of their formations at this point, while the Cry of Gimli is still waiting.

No longer.

She moves. Energy enough to power whole civilizations thrum throughout her veins and I spool up her weapons. The massive turrets that are bigger than entire star dreadnoughts twitch and aim towards their chosen targets. Along her spine the greatest of my weapons begins to twist in its moorings as bright light begins to curl away from the barrel. I can swear I can feel the sudden trepidation amongst the Vong as the Cry slips forward, her silent black hull suddenly brighter than anything else as each one of her weapons open. They couldn't see her before, but now they can't see anything but. Even the fire from my other ships are pinpricks compared to the blazing supernova of light that is erupting from my ship.

I move my fleet away, and the Vong only try to follow once.

Once.

Because then I fire. Two thirds of the enemy fleet disappears as every gun on my ship pointing towards them fires at once. I unleash the power of the Death Star more times than the Empire who designed it could ever have hoped in a single instant. The sweeping beam of the Annihilaser gun outright vaporized the ships that it met. Just…made them disappear from one second to another. I'm pretty sure the light was bright enough to permanently blind anyone looking directly at it if they didn't have robot cameras like I did.

Still.

Wow.

Wow.

Now that made the Vong shut up and sit down.

"Go. Home. Repair your galaxy…and remain there. You are not welcome here."

I fired again, and wiped them down to about a fifth of the force they started all of this with.

…and there we go.

They're turning around. Finally. It only took a frankly ridiculous beating to get them to do it. See, another problem with them being only organic-based in their technologies is that communications between us are wonky. So basically…ugh.

I'm done.

I'm done here.

Orders to the droid ships to keep them running all the way back home, and to watch over them for…oh, twenty years or so. Then they're to head back to fall under Theta's command again.

Now, for my giant speakers. Or rather, the fabricators attached to them.

Was it right of me to have my droids just go off and follow the Vong? To let Theta be by himself here?

I don't know.

But it's time I was moving on. I'm…done here. I still have the coordinates too, so if I ever want to come back…I guess I can?

Whatever.

The gate – scaling up is easy if the principles remain the same – is done. Light swirls within it as I activate it, and the Cry of Gimli slides forward through the void. I just have to trust what I've left behind has made a better place than when I arrived…with some bumps along the way admittedly though. Me, and my single ship, swoop through the gate, and it closes behind me to be automatically reclaimed so that no one could follow me.

And I immediately slammed my ship through a giant floating pyramid, without it even managing to scratch my quantum armored hull. The bulk of my ship also outright pulverizes a bunch of little itty bitty glider things outside as well.

....welp.

Hope no one important was on that.

 

[Older-than-Time]

Stargate!!!

Huzzah!!

 

[Leafy503]

Stargate? Or was it a Necron ship from 40K?

 

[torroar]

My second universe, chums!

It might have been a bit of a slog to get there, but here it is!

 

[Sayle]

The question is are you emerging over Earth in early SG1 (potentially having just killed the titular team, actually), or elsewhere in the Galaxy?

 

[yinko]

You defeated the Vong with the power of Sound! while in a vacuum. And you said you weren't a master of the Force.

 

[EFW3]

KNOCK KNOCK!! Also, I would like to request a chapter, eventually, from the perspective of one of the Skywalker Clan or Guri, in about 10 years, perhaps on Vader's deathbed, where Theta shows up again and starts telling stories, that no one should possibly know, to the next generation of force wielding bad-asses. And trolling Han with ridiculous super science, because SHUN THE NON BELIEVER!

 

[Ardion Prosili]

I liked the first universe better

Three cheers for making it past the first arc! You are now in the upper percentile of PA/TA/SC SI fic writers! Congratulations!

 

[Simonbob]

Stargate.

Cool.

 

[SerbobIV]

Funny thing about stargate? The Goa'uld capital-grade weapons are comprable to the Star Wars ISD main armament.

At least, as far as planetary bombardment is concerned.

 

[Chloe Sullivan]

in star wars universe, there is sound in space!