The Intergalactic War
By Chief Ratchet
(A.N: This is the first Star Wars and Halo crossover I have done. It takes place after the Sith-Imperial War, when the Galactic Alliance defeated the Sith, and the Empire has joined the Alliance. In the Halo universe, it takes place after the Covenant War, and the Elites, Grunts and Hunters have joined the UNSC, now named the UCNC or the United Covenant Naval Command. Enjoy and review!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, or anything related to it. I do not own Halo, or anything to do about it either.
Chapter 1: A New Face
As the lava lakes in Mustafar bubbled and boiled, a sole figure moved through the haze. The figure looked like an oversized bug, and then it was revealed. It was a Geonosian. The Geonosian's name was Mizor Dellego. He flew over the lava pools and landed in a building. Stepping in the building, he took a good look around. A flashing light on one of the data terminals caught his attention. He flew over to it. The view screen read:
DEACTIVATION SIGNAL DECTECTED
STAND BY FOR CHECK
CODES CONFIRMED. SIGNAL SENT TO ALL UNITS
SECONDARY BACK UP CODES AVAILABLE
SECONDARY DROID FOUNDRIES WAITING FOR BACK UP CODE
CODES ARE: DRDACTVSIG02FAC484
Mizor took a look around. Droid foundries for creating more battle droids, which could start another war. Good, he thought. Just what I needed. He quickly flew over to another console. Typing in the code, he was satisfied when he heard the steady beep beep beep of the machine verifying the codes. A message popped up on the screen this time it read:
SIGNAL VERIFIED. SHIPYARDS AND FOUNDRIES ACTIVATED
This was followed by a sudden noise which startled Mizor. Listening intently, he soon recognized it as the shipyards coming online. The whole shipyard here was completely automated, with robots doing all the work. The material was drawn from the lava, so the ships would have a reddish tinge, he noted. Mizor went to the balcony on the east side of the complex he was standing in. He saw the droid foundries, gigantic buildings which belched out smoke and soot, which didn't look out of place in this hellhole.
A few weeks later, Mizor remembered something. The droids here had to have some secondary orders in case the central control mainframe was disabled or destroyed. Flying quickly to the main data terminal, he sliced into the systems and programmed some orders into the droids.
Order number one was to eliminate all non-droid forces, then regroup at a suitable location. The second order was to regroup with commander for orders. In order for the second order to be carried out, Mizor typed in the more advanced orders for the commander droids.
Satisfied with his work, Mizor settled down and watched as the droid foundries churned out Battle Droids, Super Battle Droids and the fearsome Droidekas. He watched the screen on the left, seeing how the ships were. Already, some of the Recusant-class light destroyers were beginning to take shape. The Recusants would be the backbone of the fleet, cheap and expendable. Another backbone of the new Confederate Navy would be the Munificent-class frigates, to be used much like the Recusants: cheap and expendable.
The vehicle foundry was also active; it was mass producing the AAT tanks, and the MTT transports. Hailfire droids were being produced as well. Mizor suspected that there was a large amount of construction droids inside these factories; there was no other way for so many vehicles and starships to be produced at such a rate after being active for only a few weeks. Still, he wasn't complaining.
Looking over at the screens again, he noted that there were an immense number of foundries and factories. He had spent the last few days finding more factories and mapping them. He had found about nine droid foundries, and each one could manufacture about a hundred droids every six hours. Doing the maths, he knew that there was about three thousand six hundred Battle Droids produced every. Unfortunately, that amount could be destroyed quite easily, since they were not the smartest soldiers around, or even the best shot.
The production of the Super Battle Droids and Droidekas was going steady. However, they could only be produced at a rate of one hundred every day, not quite the amount Mizor was hoping for. The Recusants and Munificent frigates were being produced at a rate of one every day. This was largely thanks to the fact that Mizor had dedicated a large number of construction droids to the shipyards. The rate of production was now approaching two a day, and with time, three ships every day.
A panel on one of the long range sensors started to beep insistently. Mizor approached it and was surprised to see a fleet of ships that resembled gigantic rings approach. There were approximately one hundred and fifty of the ships heading along the way to his position. "This is the Trade Federation Lucrehulk-class battleship Profit. We are detecting CIS ships being produced in orbit. We will join you, if you are resurrecting the CIS." The monotone voice announced through the speakers.
Mizor almost jumped with joy when he heard the statement. He needed more ships, and the Trade Federation was willing to provide it. He opened a secure communication channel to the lead ship. "This is Mizor Dellego, current leader of the CIS. I am attempting to revive the CIS from its untimely demise, but I needed more helpers. All the foundries here are working as fast as they can in producing war machines, but more help will accelerate the process."
"Very well. We will provide you with more workers, and the few thousand Battle Droids that we have, as well as assault vehicles and tanks."
Mizor was glad. Now he could manufacture even more droids and war droids, and could spend some time finding even more droid foundries to contribute to the CIS war effort. One of these days, the CIS would rise again, thought Mizor. Soon, very soon would the CIS rise and restart the Clone Wars. It was only a matter of time before the darkness would envelope the galaxy.
(A.N: Well, what do you think? Is it good, or is it so bad that I should quit the story altogether? Tell me what you think, please! R&R everybody!)