HTTYD-Star Wars: Eclipse
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…..
The galaxy remains in a state of turmoil after the Galactic civil war came to an end. The semblance of peace is shattered as remnants of the former Galactic Empire are planning to make their last stand at Jakku.
But these are not the only events that unfold. In the vastness of space, on the edge of the Galaxy, Forces are coming together that will shape the future.
Will the remnants of the Empire succeed?
Will the New Republic endure?
Will the galaxy fall to an immense hunger?
Or
Will there be hope in the darkness of space?
There is only one way to find out….
It is a Journey into the Unknown
Skaovis part 1
"Didn't you hear me C473. Again!"
"Your secret weapon is a clone?"
"Why isn't this guy doing anything?!"
"Who are you?" He could hear himself asking.
"Someone you'll be very grateful to later." A female voice said.
"You'll probably never see the light of day again but who cares."
A red and a purple lightsaber clashed.
Two different colored eyes opened with a start as the figure breathed heavily from the dream that he had just had. He could only recall snippets of it as a dim light on the ceiling illuminated the cage that he had been thrown into. The cold of the metal floor was seeping into him through the ragged layers of his once pristine black robes.
It was a small space, the cargo hold of a freighter. There were several more cages stacked against the grey and rusting hull. In them sat other humanoids, their looks despondent. He frowned as he could normally sense the emotions of other beings, yet not this time. It was then that he noticed the cool metal resting around his neck and silently cursed. That harpy had slipped on the Force suppression collar again when he had fallen unconscious. The ship shook slightly and he oddly wondered in what scrapheap he had landed.
Faint voices could be heard in another room as he tried to get out of the stuncuffs that bound his arms. The voices sounded rather cheery for what he supposed was a slaver ship.
He didn't know how much time had passed as he had sat up and leaned against the bars, simply glancing at the dim flickering light. There wasn't much he could do without his Force powers now. The other prisoners in the cages kept their heads down or averted their eyes when he glanced at them.
The steady tread of a pair of boots could soon be heard entering the cargo hold. He glanced to where the doors had wooshed open to see a muscled man with a grizzly beard walk in. The man kicked one of the nearby cages causing the woman in it to startle. His eyes narrowed at the man as he stood over the woman and leered. His gaze must have been noticed because the man turned to him a few seconds later with a scowl.
"What are ya looking at!" The man growled as he approached the cage. He merely shot a look that said 'what do you think you idiot'. The man apparently didn't like his gaze and grabbed him by the front of his robes. "Oh, I'll have fun breaking you." He chuckled while baring his crooked yellowing teeth. He looked at his captor disinterested while mentally he wanted to snap the man's neck with the Force.
"You'll fetch a lot of credits with those eyes of yours." The man rambled on as he kept his hold on the robes. "Would be a shame to sell you to an organ dealer."
"Sal quit playing with our cargo and get that damn droid!" Came from the door that had wooshed open again. "Alvin won't be happy if you damaged the merchandise."
Sal, as he was called, let loose of the clone's robes before growling and stomping to the back. There were some clanging sounds and curses thrown before C473 raised a brow as a green-blue astromech droid was kicked forward. It looked like a fairly old model. He hadn't even noticed that a droid had been hiding behind one of the cages. The droid looked as happy to be there as anyone else judging by the distressed beeping it gave off. Another kick followed as Sal yelled "Move it ya bucket of scrap. The stabilizers need fixing again!"
A few more distressing beeps followed as the droid rolled out of the cargo hold with Sal. C473 watched them go and an idea started to form in his mind. He didn't know how much time he had left until they reached whatever destination they were heading to but he hoped that that droid came back before then.
Time was hard to tell in the hold. It might have been a few minutes or hours but the droid returned without Sal or another crew member following it. That just made it easier for C473 as he inched forward in the cage while trying to get the droid's attention.
"Psssstt…. Droid….." He whispered. The droid stopped rolling forward and looked around with a confused beep. "Yes you. Over here." He added when he saw that the droid was now looking his way. Its antenna bobbed as it rolled slightly towards the cage.
"Want to do me a favor?" He asked the droid and then frowned. "What is your name?"
Two rhythmic beeps were the answer. "C1-O5?" He said aloud and mentally he tried to remember how old the C-series were. The droid beeped again and then asked what he wanted.
"Can you open this door?" He asked the droid and noted that finally some eyes glanced at him as he pointed to the electronic lock.
The droid however surprised him as he became skittish. A flurry of beeps was uttered before it rolled back slightly as if struck. C473 frowned as he tried to decipher the quickly uttered binary. It seemed that he had done that before and almost ended being taken apart by this crew as punishment.
"So you're under orders to not open these?" He asked and gestured to the cages. The droid beeped sadly in affirmation. The clone thought for a moment and then asked. "Is that what you were expressly ordered not to do?" The droid beeped a yes and a sorry. "Then can you open something else for me as long it isn't the cage door?"
The droid thought for a while. Probably going through its protocols, he surmised before adding. "The crew won't be able to punish you." He didn't add that they'd be dead but he was sure the droid's AI could guess the hidden meaning.
C1 seemed to have come to some sort of decision and beeped but didn't come closer to the cage yet. The clone pointed to the metal collar around his neck and inched closer to the bars. The droid now rolled forward slowly and stopped as it inspected the collar. He could hear some clicking and then felt something against the collar. His red and green eyes widened when he realized the droid had used its utility saw to quickly snap the collar open. C1 rolled back as the suppression collar fell to the floor. C473 could feel the Force returning and with it the emotions of everyone on the ship assailed him much too quickly. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself. He picked up on those in the hold quickly. Curiosity, awe, hope, uncertainty. All of these flooded him through the Force. Closing his eyes he used the Force to snap the stuncuffs off of him in a swift movement and then rip the hinges off of the cage as if it was nothing.
The droid that had been watching him gave a startled beep as the metal door fell to the floor with a loud clang. This caused the slavers in the other room to stir. Someone was yelling to go check what was going on. The door wooshed open just as C473 stepped out of the cage and stretched. Without even looking he outstretched his arm, grabbing the unfortunate person in a Force choke. Those in the cell gaped as he snapped the slaver's neck with ease.
"Time to clean ship." He told the droid before stepping out of the cargo hold, the doors swinging close behind him. Shouts and curses could be heard briefly from the crew followed by a sudden silence and then thuds could be heard. The droid rolled hesitantly forward and onto the bridge to see the crew dead on the floor, not a drop of blood anywhere. It beeped once and C473 turned towards him.
"Can you release the others?" He asked the droid as he walked up to the controls and checked the nav computer. "Destination: Skaovis?" He read aloud a bit puzzled. He hadn't heard of that planet before, but truth be told he hadn't heard of a lot of planets. He checked the charts to see where they were. It showed a map of the Unknown Regions. 'Well of course.' His mind supplied. 'Where else would the slave trade be booming.' The old Republic and the Empire had long forsaken the Outer Rim and the territories beyond that. There was no Galactic Senate that would enforce their rule this far in space because most of the civilizations here held no benefit to them.
A few moments later C1 came back onto the bridge beeping that the prisoners had been freed. "Good you're here." He told the droid as it rolled forward. It gave him a cirp asking what was wrong.
"How do you land this thing?" The clone asked so casually that it took the droid a minute to panic when it saw that they had come out of hyperspace and were heading straight for the planet. There was a flurry of beeping and banging.
"No I don't know how to fly a ship, let alone land it!" C473 shot back. More furious beeping followed that was not fit to be repeated in respectable company.