Hey guys/gals. I am back, this time crossing star wars with stargate atlantis, two AWESOME universes. I hope you all enjoy, and don't worry, I am not stopping my RWBY/Star Wars. Please don't forget to review and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer (Putting this here once, applied for future chapters, but wont be in them): I do not own Star Wars, or Star Gate, and I do not make money off this.
A lone starfighter, similar to that of the Scimitar, but clearly very different, flew through hyperspace, the blue streaks flying past, its lone pilot asleep in the cockpit. It wasn't soon before a beeping awoke the pilot. The ship jolted slightly as it left hyperspace. The sight that greeted the young Knight was beyond belief. Before him stood a fleet that could rival anything he could imagine. Before him was 7 enormous dreadnoughts, along with a fleet of Venator-class Star Destroyers.
The lone pilot opened his comms, "This is Knight Shinto Whinth requesting permission to land. Authorisation code Alpha Niner Limer Oskar, how do you copy?"
Shinto waited for a reply. "Loud and clear Shinto, code checks out, we have sent coordinates for you to land, Master Windu will meet you in the hanger."
Shinto directed his fighter to the hanger of one of the dreadnaughts and landed. As he got out, he looked around, amazement stuck to his face. The hanger bay was filled to the brim with Naboo N-1 Starfighters, easily reaching the thousands in the one hanger alone.
The door to the hanger opened with a hiss, and Master Mace Windu walked in, showing confidence in every step.
"Thank you for making haste. This matter is not one I wish to discuss openly on Corusant." The Jedi master looked past the pilot at the ship. "What happened to your Delta-7?"
"Well, you see, it's a long story that involves other ships, and my Delta-7 being somewhere in the Tatooine dunes, so I got a replacement. Meet, Rogue Shadow. Anyway, what is it you need master?"
The Vaa-pad user sighed, "Ver well, as you know I usually have the ability to see into the not so distant future, but currently it is all clouded with the dark side. I am not the only one who is aware of this either, grandmaster has also said these things. It has me worried." The figure said with a deep voice.
"Yes, it is troubling Master Windu." The young man said. The man stepped forward from the Delta-7 to great the Master. He looked to be no older than 25. He had light brown hair, shortly trimmed. He wore a full set of white armor, similar to the clone troopers, except it had status lights covering each piece. "Now what is it you have called be here for? You may have just ruined 4 years of deep undercover work in Black Sun, this meeting may have put that work at jeopardy."
"I fear that the fall of the Jedi is near." Windu sighed, "The end of the war is close, and yet, all I can sense is death. Grandmaster Yoda has been spending most of his time meditating to try and discover as much as he can, but even with his centuries of wisdom, we are still in the dark about what the future holds. Therefore, we have decided to give you a new mission. Due to you unprecedented talent and wisdom, you were selected as the perfect candidate. It will most likely last for the rest of your life. We fear the sith have become more powerful than we like to admit, so, to preserve thousands of years of history and knowledge, we are tasking you with an expedition mission."
"WHAT!" The young Jedi exclaimed. "Master, with all due respect, you can't expect me to give up on 4 years of work for some kriffing expedition mission."
"I can actually." Windu said, "but it is not a simple mission. We want you to take a few ships, along with some Jedi and troopers, and take them beyond this galaxy, and hopefully, beyond the reach of the sith, and preserve the order in case anything is to happen. We have granted you the rank of Master, and you will oversee the entire fleet. This decision is not up for negotiation. You will leave as soon as we are done here. Is that understood, Master Shinto Whinth." The old master stared down the younger jedi.
"Yes, of course Master Windu. I will head off first thing. Is there anything else?" Shinto said, giving a slight bow.
"The jedi who have been selected have had their deaths faked. There is only one jedi, along with 4 younglings. Unfortunately, that is all we can spare at this time. Master Tera Sinube, and his soon to be padawans, Katooni and Zatt, along with two other younglings, Petro and Kalifa. You will take these two on a your padawans. The clone troopers you see before you are a second series of clones. They were secretly made alongside the current army of the republic, funded by the Jedi order. The Starfighters were made and funded by Naboo, thanks to Padme. The rest is thanks to Aldaraan. They funded the building of some secret plans found on a separatist outpost just over a year ago. Also, I forgot to mention, the fleet you are taking, is this one. I will be taking my starfighter and leaving. That is all. May the force be with you." Mace finished, bowing his head slightly, before turning, and leaving the room.
Shinto let go of the breath he didn't know he had been holding in, and decided to head to the bridge. He wasn't going to argue with Mace Windu. Even for someone as powerful as he, that would be suicide.
"Colonel," Shinto said walking onto the bridge. "I want to know exactly what these ships are, and I want details sent to my quarters asap."
"Aye General." The colenel said, before bringing up a hologram of the vessels in the fleet. "Here before us is 4 Mandator III-class dreadnaughts, Intrepid, Arthas, and Thylacine, and 3 Executer-class dreadnaughts, Colossus, Pennsylvania, and Cyclops. You also have 26 Venator-Class Star Destoryers. A bit over the top, but we have no idea what is out there." The Captain said.
"Thank You Colonel Typhoon." Shinto replied, looking over the holograms. "As soon as Master Windu is clear, I want you to take the fleet into hyperspace, we may as well get this mission underway." Shinto stood up straight, staring out the window at the Delta-7 that just jumped into hyperspace. "May the force be with you, Master Windu. May the force be with you all."
Shinto sat in a meditative pose, random objects floating around him. The quarters of the recently appointed fleet commander had been personalised by the master and his new padawan over the two months they had been in hyperspace. Petro and Kalifa trying to do the same to the side of the room.
The air around them grew thick, and Petro and Kalifa started to struggle just to take a breath. In a panick, they looked up at their Master, who was currently in a crucified pose, floating in the air, and appeared to be in mid-scream, but no sound could be heard. Just as suddenly as it began, it ended.
The two padawans were taking deep breaths, looking towards their master for answers.
"Master, what was tha-," Kalifa started but was interrupted before she could finish.
"Kalifa, go find Master Sinube, I must speak with him immediately. Petro, tell the colonel to bring the fleet out of hyperspace, we are changing course." Shinto said, picking himself off the floor. The two padawans were still in shock from what just occurred. "Now!" He demanded.
The two padawans quickly got up and left out of the room to complete their new tasks. Shinto began to pace around the quarters. It was only moments later when he felt the ship come out of hyperspace, and smiled, knowing that Shinto got his task done with speed. Only a minute later, Master Sinube walked into the room, a grim look on his face, with both his padawans, along with Kalifa just behind him.
"Tell me you felt that," Shinto said before Sinube could even say a word.
"Indeed, I did. Disturbing this development is. Are we moving to investigate?" Sinube replied, having moved into the quarters and taking a seat.
"That was the plan, however, I feel it may be best to not send the whole fleet, and put the entire mission in jeapordy. I will be taking one of the Venator-class dreadnaughts, and investigating this issue myself. Kalifa, you will be coming with me." Kalifa grinned at being able to attend with her master on what appeared to be an important mission. Almost immediately after Shinto stopped speaking, Petro ran back into the room.
"Petro, I will be leaving in a minute for a mission with Kalifa," Petro frowned at being left out. "You will remain here to be my liaison with the fleet. I will be relying on you if I required backup. Master Sinube, you will take your padawans to one of the Medator-III ships. Kalifa, lets go, we cannot afford to waste time." Shinto then walked out of the room, Kalifa just behind him.
The pair took the Rogue Shadow over to one of the Venator dreadnaughts, and boarded. It soon turned away from the fleet and jumped to hyperspace.
Two hours passed, and Shinto was standing over the holographic display.
"General, with all due respect, can you please tell me what we are investigating?" The captain said, upon walking up to the jedi.
"Captain, A couple hours ago, while I was meditating, I sensed a massive force signiture and was calling for help, and it appeared to be subconsciously. We are investigating the planet I sensed it coming from. Per my calculations, we should be there rather soon. I want shields at maximum and all turrets armed and ready to fire." Shinto stood up straight, giving his orders, and staring out the front window of the dreadnaught.
"Aye sir." The captain replied, before leaving to give out the following orders.
Shortly after, the ship dropped out of hyperspace above a large planet, covered mostly by an ocean. Several ships were in orbit around the planet, along with a couple hundred starfighters.
"Sir," A technician said, "There is a dreadnaught, along with a few freighters, and a couple hundred starfighters, all have the same designs, and they appear to be fighting against another lone ship, this one is of different design."
Shinto walked to the front of the bridge, Kalifa just by his side. "What about the surface, what is down there, I can sense the one who I originally found is on the planet's surface."
The technician was silent for a moment. "Yes sir, there is one city on the planets surface, and it appears to be under attack by the same starfighters as are up here."
"General," The captain said, coming up behind the jedi. "We are receiving a transmission from the lone ship."
Shinto turned around, but before he began for the holocommunicator, he sensed a large raise in stress levels coming from one of the technicians.
"What is it?" He asked, turning to the man in front of the console.
"Sir, once we left hyperspace, our long range scanners began a sweep. It appears that the vessels attacking, they have backup on the way sir. A lot of back up. Our scanners have detected 23 ships in total."
"Hmmm, very well. Do not worry, I will make sure harm does not come to us." Shinto said, as he patted the should of the technician, and walked off to the communicator. "Open the transmission." He told the captain.
An image appeared in front of the young jedi of a bald man who appeared to be in his fifties.
"This is Colonel Steven Coldwell, commander of the Daedalus. We could use some help against this hive ship, if you wouldn't mind." The bold man said.
Shinto didn't know how to react. He didn't really know anyone in this galaxy, and the last thing he wanted was to enter another war.
"I didn't come here to fight Colonel. I must apologise, but I only came in search of a person on the planets surface." Shinto replied.
"The planet's surface? The only people down there are ours? Tell you what, lend us a hand, and I will make sure you get an audience with the people in charge on the planets surface." The bold man replied.
The ship suddenly rocked violently. Shinto turned to the bridge. "Status report, now!" He called out, to no one in particular.
"Sir, the attacking vessels have begun to attack us along with the other ship. Shields are holding." A technician relpied.
"Colonel," Shinto said, turning back to the transmission. "Due to this unwarranted attack by your enemy, I will lend you a hand. I should warn you though, more enemy craft are he-" Shinto was interrupted by a person speaking on the other end.
"Sir, our long range scanners just picked up another 23 hive ships. They should be here in a day or so." Someone off screen said to the colonel.
"Great," the Colonel Coldwel sighed. "We will deal with those after this one, any help you can provide is appreciated. Send over any information our people will need to identify any fighters, and I will pass along the information to the teams on the surface."
"Very well. We will dispact our fighters to the planets surface, and then we can have a chat with those in charge on the surface, until then, goodbye." Shinto said. The transmission cut out.
The Venetor ship rocked again from another hail of fire. "Captain, that enemy ship is starting to annoy me, take it out." Shinto ordered. Turret fire began soon after the order, filling the sky with blue streaks.
"Send out our fighters to aid the planet's surface. Also, send over some ID markers for our ships."
The remaining wraith hive didn't last long under fire from both new ships, and soon exploded.
"Kalifa, let's go meet some new people, shall we?" Shinto said, leaving the bridge.
The control room of Atlantis was roaring with the noise of the current battle outside. A blue streak was seen, before it turned into Colonel Coldwell, the typical image from an Asgard teleport.
"Doctor." Coldwell said turning to Doctor Weir. He then turned to the Colonel Everette. "Colonel, I have some news. A new ship appeared just recently, as we speak their fighters are heading down to aid in eleiminating the wraith darts. Their only condition to help was if they could meet you."
"And you decided to make this decision yourself, without consulting me at all?" The colonel asked.
The door to the control room opened, and in walked a young man, no older than 25, wearing some white armour with lights on each piece, along with a long cape, with a young girl next to him, wearing some black robes of sorts. Each had a metal cylinder on their belts.
Immediately after the uninvited guest entered, there was at least 10 marines aiming their guns are the pair. The two got back to back, with the metal cylinders in their hands. The older of the two spoke. "Uhh, Colonel, a little help here. I would hate to have to kill your soldiers."
"Hah," Everette laughed. "You think you could so easily dispose of ten of my best? I would love to see you try." He challenged.
"Well," the older one said, walking forward. As soon as he took one step, the colonel yelled. "Fire!" However, no bullets were fired. The young man motion to the girl behind him in a manner to stand down, and she could be seen to have tensed up. "As I was about to say before I was rudely interrupted, getting past your men is a mediocre task. However, destroying 23 more of those ships we just took down, is not, not with my one ship at least."
"You mean you have more?" Weir asked from behind the colonel.
"Doctor Weir, we are in a threatening situation, and I advise you not to talk to the intruder." Everette said, not once moving his glare from the man.
"Well, he certainly isn't getting my assistance." The young man mumbled to himself. "Uhh, Doctor was it?" He asked. Doctor Weir nodded. "Well, I am Shinto Winth, nice to meet you. I came here because I could sense a strong presence, and was told by your kind commander of Daedalus that I could speak with you. Is there somewhere we could have this conversation away from nuisances like this one here? Shinto asked as he motioned to Everette.
"We can have our conversation; however, I don't think the colonel will allow it to be held without him present. I also have some people I would like present, if that is ok." Doctor Weir replied to their newcomer.
Suddenly. The noise outside stopped. A beeping could be heard coming from the Shinto.
"All enemy fighters are destroyed sir." A voice said over the commlink.
"Very well, contact the rest of the fleet and get them here asap. That is all colonel." Shinto replied.
"Aye commander." Came the reply.
"Right," Shinto said, "where shall we talk?"