Chapter One: A New Galaxy?
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…
On the Venator class cruiser called the Mercy. A Mandalorian male sits down in his own private quarters and reads over his journal.
Entry One
It was the time of the clone wars. The Jedi console decided that I get my own clone battalion called the 457th along with a commander who I named Drage or as most others call him Commander Drake or Dragon. The armor was mainly colored Purple with white and gold highlights similar to the 187th Master Mace Windu commands.
I'm fairly excited to see how well they fight.
Entry Two
Another gift from the console, this time an entire fleet of warships! Three Venator Class cruisers, the Mercy, the Negotiator, and the Justice. Several Acclamator class cruisers I don't know how many but it's at least six. I'm starting to like this war.
Entry Seven
Had my first run in with the confederacy this day. We destroyed them in their entirety.
…
Entry Fifty Seven
Today we were giving the assignment of patrolling the Maw sector. We heard strange things happen there but going anyways. I pray it's just rumors…
"-sigh- Man… I remember that first battle… the journal of Gorli Bipri the leader of the 457th along with commander Drake." The gruff voice of Gorli says as he fumbles with his lightsaber using the force to disassemble the weapon revealing the purple crystal inside, and reassembled it when his communicator went off.
"General, your needed on the main bridge." Commander Drage's hologram says.
"Alright I'll be there shortly." Gorli responds briskly walking to the bridge.
"What's the problem…"
"We are detecting unidentifiable energy signachure four klicks ahead of us."
"What's the visual?" Gorli asks.
"See for yourself."
Even with the dark backdrop of the void this… ball of gold energy stands out like a small star. Golden lightning springing off into the dark.
"... hail the others and let them know of this, and hail this thing as well, see if it reacts."
"Hailing the others… sir this thing is blocking communications with the others."
"Try hailing that thing, if you can't, bring us out of range of the jammer."
"Yes sir."
Silence fills the ship other than the dull moan of the engines. Then the anomaly sparks towards the ship at an surprising speed coming to a halt in a near instant.
"Sir! The anomaly is hailing us."
"On screen."
As Gorli expected the screen showed almost nothing but through the static he can make out a female figure surrounded by some sort of tentacle.
"Please… someone… help us…" a barely audible voice came through the sound of static. The transmission cut out faster than it came.
"Anyone else get that? I got a cry for help."
"Same here."
The ball begane to grow at a extremely rapid pace, soon gold was the only thing visible though the view screen and the ship lost all systems for a few moments, then the gold faded into a view of an island teaming with life a beautiful sight even for a man who traveled most of the galaxy. The only problem Gorli can see is that the Mercy is a Venator class cruisers and they can fly and land on specialized landing strips but they were only about ten miles from the surface of the ocean and it would be almost impossible to get out of the gravity Well now.
"The hell just happened!"
"Sir! We can't-"
"I know! Attempt to make a controlled descent!"
"Yes sir!"
"Sir! We're detecting multiple unidentified energy signatures coming from that island. It could be a civilization. Should we try to land on the island?"
"This time, try not to destroy an alien capital building. Try maneuvering towards that clearing."
"We can't, we're coming in to hot!"
"Then go for the lake!"
"Yes sir!"
A cone of fire forms as the maneuvering thrusters push the vessel up only a few meters above the tallest building in a futuristic looking city not to different from coruscant if a bit more smooth and to a heart shaped lake, landing just on the shore. The ship was damaged a bit by the impact but it was mostly intact.
"Are we good?" Gorli says as the ship shifts into the ground slightly before settling.
"...-sigh- Drage, get me an atmosphere composition before we open the hangers along with a status check with the troops, the walkers, and the fighters."
"Yes general." Drage walks of shouting out orders as Gorli sits on the flight deck meditating. A few minutes went by until Drage returns with the reports.
"General?"
"Yes."
"I have the reports."
"Well go on then tell me."
"Alright let's see… atmosphere is primarily oxygen and nitrogen with hints of pollution, the troops report no injuries or damaged equipment, and the fighters are ready to go on your word."
"Good, try to make contact with the locals. See if they're spacefaring or not and of we don't know the language then figure out the translation. I need to… meditate on this a bit and get my bearings with the force."
"Yes general." Drage says as Gorli returns to his quarters.
Entry Fifty Eight
A strange anomaly in the Maw seems to have thrown us to another planet. Literally! The only good things I can find from this is that the Mercy is intact and working and Commander Drage is hopefully communicating with the locals or translating the language. For now the only thing I can do is hope they aren't hostile.
"Well… to meditation." Gorli sits down and closes his eyes and mind to the outside world, letting the force show him the way.
Meanwhile in Planeptune about five minutes before the crash
Histoire was in the bisilacom after sending IF and Compa off to save the CPUs. Sitting in silence until a loud bang emanated from far outside the city and a shockwave rocked the buildings. Histoire looks outside only for the bisilacom to be shrouded by an immense shadow as a large dagger shaped ship flys past at a terrifyingly close distance, being close enough for her to differentiate between the different panels and lights. The thing flew by and landed with a equally loud bang, landing just on the shore of the lake.
Meanwhile back at the Mercy
"Men… we have landed on a unknown inhabited planet with a breathable atmosphere and we don't know yet if they speak basic… keep watch around the ship and only kill if you're attacked. Understand." Drage asked a good part of the 457th.
"Yes Sir!" They all respond.
"Then go to your respective patrols. Elite guards with me." Drage says as four clones walk out of the crowd weapons ready and Drage grabs his own blaster rifle and they jumped onto their BARC speeders and take off to the nearest city.
About halfway there they find a large castle… at least it was a castle as the Mercy plowed through it turning most if it into debris. This was what did most of the damage to the Mercy.
"Should of turned on the particle shields…"
"Well it didn't do much damage so we're fine."
"Think there's any survivors?"
"Doubt it."
"Alright enough jabbering let's get a move on." Drage says continuing on their way.
The scouting parody arrive at the city they flew over only a few minutes ago and a small party of soldiers meet them outside the gate.
"Halt! Who are you?" The commander, a woman with dark brown hair demands. None of the clones understand what she said though.
"Begin collecting voice samples, we're going to need them to translate the language." Drage says as the commander looks back in confusion.
"Recording sir."
"Do you understand us?" Drage asks.
"Anyone know what their saying?"
"No."
"Not at all."
"-sigh- Might as well. I am the captain of the Planeptune police force and you nearly destroyed our capital building with you reckless flying. Do you have anything to say?" The apparent captain asks.
"Is that enough?"
"Just a few more sentences."
"-sigh- We are the 457th Clone battalion serving under Jedi master Gorli Bipri of the Jedi console. We crashed our ship on your planet and almost onto your city and for that I can only apologize." Drage waits for a response.
"Okay the only thing I understood was 457th. This is going to take a while."
"Done!"
"Good upload the translation to the universal translator."
"Already done."
*Language saved as unknown*
"Alright then, CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!" Drage shouts.
"Owowow, yes we can hear you now. ow…"
"Wonderful now as I was saying… We are the 457th Clone battalion serving under Jedi master Gorli Bipri of the Jedi console. We crashed our ship on your planet and almost onto your city and for that I can only apologize. What can you tell me about the local area, other cities, maybe give us a map?" Drage asks.
"Wait… did you understand us the entire time?"
"No we just managed to figure it out."
"Well…"
The locals gave Drage and his guards a map along with a large amount of information about the continent. The city they flew over is called Planeptune the land of purple progress, Lastation the land of black regality, Leanbox the land of green pastures, and Lowee the land of white serenity. With that Drage returns to the Mercy only to encounter a large lizard like creature attacking the Mercy.
"What the hell is that?!"
"Is that a rancor!?"
"No it's too big to be a rancor and rancor's don't have wings!"
"Fire! I'll try to contact the general!" Drage says before the clones open a torrent of blue fire on the Ancient Dragon. The beast turns away from the Mercy and gives a terror inducing roar, Drage and his elites are too battle harden to take notice.
It wasn't the roar, the shaking of the ship, or the communicator going off that woke Gorli. The shaking of the ship caused him to fall out of his bed.
"Oh boy, that's not good." Gorli says before answering his communicator.
"Yes?"
"General! We're under attack! Get down here!" Drage says.
"No need to tell me twice."
Gorli races out of the ship to find an oversized rancor with wings attacking the ship and his men.
-Battle Begin-
"Hey! Big, fat, and winged! Look at me, a tasty little Mandalorian right here!" Gorli shouts as he ignited his saber. The beast roared once more and charged at the Jedi.
"Here, catch!" Gorli throws his saber at the Dragon, clipping one of its wings. The Drake recoiled at the sudden loss of its wing and inhales.
"What in the-" Gorli was interrupted by a torrent of fire from the beast.
"Well, let's just say it has a habit of hitting me in the back." Gorli says as his saber returns and removes the beast's other wing.
Gorli pull back his arm and brings it forth and blasts the bastard back with the force, a move that took much more out of him than normal.
"Alright then… let's finish this quick!" Gorli says as he jumps on the belly of the beast and removes it's head from it's shoulders.
-Battle End-
"Drage, take this thing in and perform an-" Gorli was interrupted by the Dragon turning into data with him on top of it, making him fall onto his back.
"General, I don't think we're in the same galaxy as before…" Drage says.
"What makes you think that?"
"Sir, if we were in the same galaxy as before we would be able to send a distress signal to the republic and they would respond almost instantly. The only thing that responded to our signal was static, and on top of that there is a large amount of unknown energy… everywhere, around us, in us, and hell it's even in the void of space itself. From what I saw you do before, that force push should not have been that hard because I've seen you destroy hundreds and thousands of droids without breaking a sweat. Hell you held your ground when you fought Sith Lords yet that one push…"
"Drage… I know something's wrong, I know this is not right, and I definitely know… that we're going to be fine. Any word on the locals?"
"Yes sir."
Drage told Gorli about the castle and the city's and technology. The only thing Gorli was intrigued by was the Gamindustri Graveyard.
"Gamindustri Graveyard… sounds like fun."
"The only thing the locals told us about is is to stay away."
"Well then we're definitely going there, prepare the AT-TE to go!"
"Yes sir!"
"General… this is one of the stupidest ideas you've had yet."
"That's what makes life fun!"
The AT-TE was lowered and Gorli, Drage, and his elite guard entered the metal mammoth.
"Get men on the two guns in front and back… Drage, you drive… I will take top gun."
Gorli mans the large mass driver on the top of the walker, takes out his journal and begins writing.
Entry Fifty Nine
Holy shit I'm in a different dimension and I'm very confused. Investigating a Graveyard, I killed a dragon and Drage translated the native language.
If this isn't fun I'll never know what is...
That's the end of chapter one