Chapter 1: Homecoming
Star Destroyer Resilience, 17th March 3238, 11:30 am
The Venator Class Republic Star Destroyer glided through the vast expanse of space, the sun illuminating the vast ship in a shadowy light from the starboard side, while it ignited the portside in a vibrant light, exposing the long red stripe running over the middle of the ship from the bow leading up to the bridge, the light reflecting off of the four heavy turbolaser turrets on the port side.
Standing on the bridge, looking over the planet that lay before them, was a lone Jedi, a young male anthropomorphic fox of about eighteen years of age, with vibrant red fur and eyes the colour of melted milk chocolate. He was very good looking, with the kind of looks that had would have women swooning over him. The only thing disconcerting about his appearance was the long scar that ran across his right cheek, a constant reminder of a day he'd rather forget. Another unnerving feature was that half of his right ear was missing, the result of an unfortunate encounter with the droid commander General Grievous that he'd barely survived. He was well built, and filled out the clothes he wore well. He was wearing a black Jedi tunic over grey underclothes, with black trousers covering his legs, and white clone trooper boots covering his shins, feet and knees. Over his forearms and hands were clone gauntlets, the one on the right bearing the symbol of the Jedi Order, and the one on the left bearing an unfamiliar symbol, an acorn with a crown atop it. Hanging from his hip was a lightsaber of standard design.
The fox folded his arms as he continued looking out grimly at the planet. Home, the Jedi thought. He had not set foot on his home planet for several years, despite wishing to. And now he would set foot on home soil again, although not in the manner he would have wished to. For his home planet now had been invaded by the Confederacy of Independent Systems, or the Separatists, with whom the Republic had been at war for nearly three and a half years. This vexed the Jedi greatly. So many of his friends lived down there: Sonic, Sally, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Cream, Bunnie, Antoine and Rotor to name a few. Yet for now, all the vulpine could do was wait to get down there, praying they were alright. His line of thought was broken as his name was called:
"Roman?"
Roman the Fox turned to face the newcomer, another Jedi. This Jedi was human, only a couple of years younger than him, with messy, unkempt black hair that fell around his face and head, but didn't cover the human's eyes, which were a startling, harsh and unforgiving grey. Like Roman, the human wore Jedi clothing, except his tunic was white. His underclothes were grey, with black trousers and normal clone boots, like Roman. As well as this, he also wore clone style gauntlets, with the Jedi symbol on the right, and the symbol of the Galactic Republic. Hanging from both hips were lightsabers, one to each hip.
Roman nodded. "Something up, Seth?"
Seth Kerran shook his head. "No. Just wrapped up a small chat with a certain someone. When I got here I saw you standing there, so I came over to talk."
Roman smirked. "Seriously, you and her can't get enough of each other, can't you?
Seth shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a dude in love."
Roman rolled his eyes before turning to face his home planet again, sighing. "As for my standing here. I can't help it. My friends are down there, possibly getting hurt as we speak. Every second more I spend up here, the more worried I get."
Seth frowned and placed his hand on Roman's shoulder. "Relax bro. I may not know your friends personally, but from what you've told me, I'm more than certain they can take care of themselves."
"I hope you're right." Roman said. "For my sake." Turning back to face Seth, he said: "Anyhow, any news on when we're headed down there?"
"Sometime pretty soon, lad."
Both Roman and Seth turned to face the newcomer, a tall, imposing elderly human that stood at about six-foot-eight, looking as if he had been blasted from the side of a mountain. His cropped hair was a dark iron grey, as was the beard and moustache that covered his chin and upper lip, and his stormy coloured eyes. Like the other two, he wore Jedi clothing, but mixed with clone armour, with clone armour covering his arms and legs, leaving only his outer Jedi tunic on, which was a light brown, with a tan undershirt. Hanging from his hip was a lightsaber hilt with two blade emitters, showing he carried a double bladed lightsaber.
Roman nodded. "Master."
Seth nodded respectfully as well. "Master Roth."
Jedi Master Cain Roth nodded to them as he joined them, turning to the ship's commander. "Admiral, when'll we be close enough to start deploying?" His voice held a strong northerly tone to it.
"In T-minus twenty minutes, General." The Admiral, an elderly looking man replied.
Roth turned to the two other Jedi and said: "We'd better get down there. The clones are waiting for us."
Roman and Seth nodded and followed Roth, with Seth asking:
"Getting excited?"
Roman nodded, smiling. "You bet."
The hangar…
The doors opened as Roman, Seth and Roth all exited the elevator and strode across the metallic floor, headed for a cluster of gunships where multiple clone troopers stood around, talking.
Two particular clone troopers saw the trio of Jedi approaching and approached them. He wore the garb of a Clone Commander, that being the shoulder pauldrons and kama that came with the look, coupled with the sight of dual DC-17 Blaster Pistols hanging from his belt. His armour was predominantly white, with red markings covering it, along with the pauldrons and kama. As for his face, he looked mostly like his brothers, save for the fact that his hair was shaved like a Mohawk style, with the Mandalorian jaig eyes tattooed onto his forehead. The Mandalorian jaig eyes also covered the forehead part of the clone's helmet.
The other clone wore similar markings, but aside from that, there was nothing else that set him apart from the others, save for his helmet, which had a special red visor over the visor of the helmet. He also looked no different than his brothers, save for the scar that ran from the left of his forehead down to the line of his jaw, the result of an unfortunate encounter with General Grievous, the same encounter in which Roman lost part of his ear.
Roth turned to the Commander first. "Spectre, what's the status on our troops?"
"Phantom Company are ready for battle, General." Spectre replied.
Roman addressed the other clone. "What about Spartan Company, Captain?"
"Revved up and ready to go, General." The clone captain replied.
"Good job, Shatter." Roman replied. At this, the two clones and three Jedi walked over to the cluster of gunships, where the other clones were waiting.
As soon as the group neared them, the clones stood to attention, as Roth, Roman and Seth walked up. Spectre and Shatter quickly re-joined the clones at their head.
Roth looked over the clones, then at his watch before speaking: "In approximately ten minutes, we will be boarding these gunships and headed down to Mobius. Remember that Mobius is Roman's homeworld, so watch what you shoot at. But other than that, this will be just like any other invasion we've been sent to prevent: We meet up with the remaining forces and work alongside them as we slowly drive the enemy off of Mobius. Now, I won't lie to you and say this won't take long. It could take several months for all that matters. And we will have casualties. But remember who we are: We are the best Republic army in this galaxy, and just as we have done for the past few years, we 're going to prove it!"
The clones assembled responded with a mighty cheer as Spectre and Shatter began allocating troops to gunships before taking what was left and stepping onto their own gunship, with Roth, Roman and Seth following suit.
Looking over to Roman, Roth asked: "Y'ready to return to your planet, lad?"
Roman smirked. "I've been looking forward to this, master."
Roth rolled his eyes. "Lad, please. I'm no longer your master. You're a Jedi Knight now, the youngest of your generation. We're pretty much equals now."
Roman shrugged. "If you say so, Roth." As this was happening, the Republic gunships rose into the air and flew out of the Star Destroyer, flanked by ARC -170 Starfighters, V-Wings, Y-Wing Bombers, and finally, V-19 Torrent Starfighters. This large force soon began the descent to Mobius, which lay in wait.
Half an hour later…
Roman stumbled as the gunship he stood in was buffeted by explosions and turbulence, a result of the intense dogfight that was taking place outside. He could hear the loud sounds of laser cannons firing, the crackle of explosions, and the cries of those that died. Roman scowled. This definitely was not the homecoming he had in mind. He'd heard from the gunship pilot that several enemy fighter squadrons had launched an attack in order to prevent the Republic troops from reaching the planet's surface. He'd scoffed as he thought: Same old, same old. It was pretty much the same every time he was headed down to a planet's surface. The first time it'd happened, right at the beginning of the Clone Wars, only three gunships had reached the surface. Now, that number had increased dramatically.
Roth noticed his former apprentice's expression and said: "Not the homecoming you had in mind, huh?"
"Not really, considering the fact that there's a whole army of battle droids ready to take this planet over. As if Mobius hasn't got enough problems already, now it's got this one to deal with. Talk about stacking shit up." Roman said, sarcasm heavy on his tone.
Roth fell silent, recognising Roman wasn't in the best mood. Not that Roth blamed him. His home planet was under attack. He had every right to be a little moody.
Seth patted his friend on the shoulder. "Don't worry, man. Things'll turn out fine."
"This coming from the dude whose homeworld's under Separatist occupation." Roman replied.
Seth nodded. "That may be. But your homeworld still has hope. It hasn't been conquered yet. Take heart in that."
Roman allowed himself a weak smile, which quickly turned into a scowl as he heard the pilot shout:
"We've got more enemy fighters incoming!"
Roman's scowl deepened, but quickly softened as he heard several sounds of explosions, coupled with cheers, while the pilot said:
"Scratch that. Looks like the Mobian Air Force has graced us with their presence. Their leader's hailing us too. I'll patch 'em through."
Not too long after, a youthful voice crackled onto the radio: "Republic Forces, this is Fox Five. About time you guys got here. We were getting worried."
Roman shook his head, adjusted the frequency on his communicator, and said: "Fox Five? Wow. I would have thought your call sign would be Fox Two."
"Very funny, Roman." Fox Five retorted with a laugh. "It's great to have you back, though."
"As it is to finally hear your voice, Tails." Roman replied.
The twin tailed vulpine could be heard chuckling on the other end of the communication. "Glad to hear you missed me."
"Who're you kidding, little bro?" Roman demanded. "I missed all of yous!"
"We missed you too, pal." Tails replied. "Look, we're gonna escort you boys down to the airfield. From there, we'll head back to Mobotropolis, and get the gang completely back together again."
"Damn right!" Roman replied. "As well as the addition of a new member."
"Always room for one more, Rome." Tails replied. "I'll see you on the ground."
"You too, Tails." Roman said as he ended the talk, and continued the journey to the surface with a smile on his face.
And just as I promised, this story is up. It's October Half Term, and I can finally put up this fic. As you've seen, it's different then my other two, this being a Crossover between Sonic the Hedgehog and Star Wars instead of Transformers, but as I said, this is a new fic.
Anyhow, please leave you reviews, and no flames.
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T-Rock14