The Ed Adventure
"We're pinned down, under heavy fire!" screamed a voice. "Squadron Six has been wiped out! I repeat, Squadron Six has been- AGGGHHHHHHH!" responded another voice.
The Clone called "Holdout" had his helmet off, addressing Admiral Sinvos of the Grand Army of the Republic's Fleet. Sinvos was still conversing with another Clone officer before catching notice of the Clone sent to the bridge. Outside of the bridge's window, a visible battle was sprawling out, with vastly outnumbered Republic ships ripping apart the Confederate Navy. In response, the Confederates shredded entire Republic ships with just a few bombing runs aimed strategically at the bridges.
Sinvos ran towards Holdout, a worried look plastered across his already wrinkled face. Gray hair blemished Sinvos's sideburns, making him look like a prematurely aging man. He wasn't supposed to be accelerating in his aging process, the Clones were. But the Galaxy had other plans for Sinvos.
"What is the situation, Holdout?" he asked. "Terrible, sir. The shields of the Clear Sky have fallen, and the Sky's engines were obliterated by Hyena Bombers. They are dead in space. We only have three cruisers left, the Separatists have five out of the ten they originally brought here." Said Holdout obediently to the Admiral. "Is there any hope of us winning the battle?" asked Sinvos. "Armin and Topaz have calculated every last course of action. The only way for us to escape are the escape pods, sir. They're in the hangar. The hangar is currently filled with boarding party droids." Explained Holdout. "Escape pods in the hangar, which idiot at the Kuat Ship Yards thought that it was a good idea to install escape pods in the hangar!" yelled Sinvos in frustration. "Evacuate everyone! The fleet is compromised, we can't save the cruisers! Run! Send the remaining Clones and crew of the ship to the hangar. Wipe out the droids before they send more, run, run!" screamed Sinvos. Sinvos and his Clone cronies quickly ran down the hallways, passing the dying innards of the ship. Hallways were stained with dead bodies, both of droids and clones. Worker droids sparked and sputtered on the floor of the hangar, where clones struggled to fight off B1s, B2s, BX Commandos, and Droidekas. Sinvos's replenishments quickly armed themselves. Holdout already had a large blaster attached to his hip. He revealed the weapon and fired several blasts against the droid horde in protest of their advance. The Clones utilized wooden crates filled with spare parts, and other expendable materials. Sinvos himself had grabbed the Vibrosword of a dead BX Commando and swished across the spindly neck of a B1, sending the head clattering down onto the floor. As the firefight intensified, Holdout grabbed a crate full of thermal detonators lying to the side of the hangar. The Clone returned to his brothers, all still firing wildly at the droids. "Here, thermals! Incinerate 'em, boys!" encouraged Holdout, as his comrades dove their greedy hands into the bowels of the crate. Holdout looked to his left. Already, five clones were lying on the ground, smoke hissing from their wounds. Another quick scream of pain. Another dead clone to Holdout's right.
Sinvos and his clone posse finally made it near the escape pod room. "Stop them!" commanded a B1 droid to his comrades, just before being shredded by a clone who somehow got his hands on a Z-6 rotary minigun. The clones suffered immeasurable losses, only a select few, including Holdout, made it to the pods. The doors quickly closed, and the pods careened into space, headed for the nearest planet. "What now, sir?" asked Holdout. "We find the planet we were sent out here originally to investigate. Earth, I believe, is its name. We ask the locals for help. And remember, we must find the planet, before General Grievous's grimy claws strangle this world."
"Eddy!" complained Double D, who had just noticed the rather large wad of crumpled paper stuck to a chalkboard. "What?" asked Eddy, his head turning up to notice his friend. "Come on, Eddy! We're in high school now, be mature!" retorted Eddward. "Yeah, we are, but its Saturday, and you forced me and Ed to sit in your room for half of the day and watch you blab your mouth about X's and random numbers that we'll never use in life!" Eddy ranted. "Oh cool! A potato!" interjected another voice, the big lovable oaf, Ed. He was looking at an electrical outlet in the corner of the room. "Aw, why so glum, chum? Ed shall make you feel better!" promised the large child. He put his index finger in the center hole of the outlet, causing him to be electrocuted. Promptly after this, Eddy, adorning his trademark jacket, flipped over in the table in laughter, not being able to control himself. "Ha ha, very funny Eddy. Very humorous, you are such a comedian!" retorted Double D, his facial expression accommodating to the current mood of the room. "Double D! Eddy hurt me!" cried Ed. "C'mon Lumpy, don't be a baby." Joked Eddy sarcastically. "Guys, this has evolved from unfunny banter to bullying!" complained Eddward. "Yeah, yeah, leave it in the complaint box, Sockhead." Grumbled Eddy in retaliation. Double D groaned in frustration and stomped out of the room.
Kevin was enjoying one of his famed bike rides around the Cul-De-Sac, when he noticed an object in the atmosphere. He merely shrugged it off, probably just a hallucination. He continued his merriment, until the object in the sky grew larger, and larger, and larger, until…
Some sort of pod smashed into the Lane of the Cul-De-Sac. Kevin's eyes widened at the sight. "Woah dude!" he cried, his bike swerving out of control. He dismounted the vehicle, allowing it to crash into a trash can. Kids began popping their heads outside of their homes. Johnny and Rolf accompanied Kevin.
"Nana's Prophecy was true! The doomsday men are falling from the sky's doohickeys to devour our souls!" panicked Rolf. "Not our souls dude, that's just not cool." Remarked Nazz uncomfortably. "Everyone, please. There is a logical explanation for this, I'm sure of it." Reassured Double D to the crowd.
The pod was seeping out some sort of white and visible gaseous material. Ed was drooling, Eddy was hiding behind Kevin, and Double D was already scribbling multiple words onto a piece of lined paper. Suddenly, the pod creaked open. A hiss sound emerged, as the kids braced for the worst. "We'll kill it as soon as we see it, alright?" said Kevin. "Now, Kevin, it may not be hostile." Inputted Double D. "Last time we met aliens, they weren't so kind." Said Kevin, referring to Rolf's foreign relatives that they encountered last year.
The pod was fully open, and out come a white-armored man, followed by a rather elderly gentlemen. The expressionless helmet worn by the white-armored man frightened Ed, especially when exact copies of him emerged from the device. "AHHHHH!" yelled Ed. "What do you want from us, freaks!?" demanded Johnny, clutching his wooden companion, Plank. Amazingly, the man responded, and in the English language. "Relax, I'm from another planet." He stated. "Uhhh…." Trailed Eddy. "We are from the Galactic Republic." Said the elderly man, who was adorning unusual clothing. "The Gaga-whoinstein?" asked Eddy, not hiding his speculation. "We are an organization, dedicated to keeping peace throughout the Galaxy. Seems as though we've never been in contact with this particular planet." Explained the elderly man. "And who are your shiny alien friends?" inquired Johnny. "We, are Clones. We are the official army of the Republic, currently, we are embroiled in a conflict against the evil Confederacy of Independent Systems." Said one of the white-armored men. "NANA! THE MEN FROM SPACE HAVE ARRIVED! PREPARE WILFRED FOR THE SECOND ARMAGEDDON!" screamed Rolf, as he ran back into his house. "Don't mind Rolf, he comes from a rather strange country." Assured Double D. "Understandable. We have our fair share of interesting beings as well." Responded the elderly man. "What is your name?" cut in Kevin. "I, am Admiral Sinvos. This is Holdout." He said, pointing to the white-armored man. Several others, wearing the same armor, emerged from the pod. "Men, remove your helmets." Commanded Sinvos. "Yes sir." Replied Holdout, who took his helmet off. The other clones did the same. Double D did not believe was his eyes were interpreting. These men all had the same face.
"So, why are you here?" asked Eddy. "We were sent on a mission to this planet, tell your governments about our organization and give them a chance to join our Republic. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by the Confederate Warlord, General Grievous." Said Sinvos. "Um… do you expect us to transport you to our government?" asked Double D. "Well, yes. This is a regular custom on most planets, and-"
Sinvos was cut off by the screaming sound of a Vulture Droid, beaming down incinerating laser upon the Cul-De-Sac, causing a mass panic. "IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" shrieked Ed, as he nabbed his two friends and began escaping. Sinvos had a massive look of both dismay and worry, as he and his clones ran down the Lane.
The memorable trio were running into a forest. Eddy was quick to leave a poorly written note at his parents home. Eddward left a long, and big-worded message to his parents, and Ed merely left a: ALIEN INVADERS I GOT TO GO sign attached to his wall. When Ed looked up, he saw an apocalyptic fleet of dreadnaughts, all using mega-advanced technology and unbelievably fast fighters, that began the procedure of burning down the forest.
The trio was walking down the dirt path, when they were met with an alien being, with a long snout, and strange and skinny body, and it was holding an unknown weapon. "Freeze!" it said, in a rather high pitched voice. "I somehow doubt he is one of the earlier group's members." Said Double D, as the alien aimed its weapon at Ed's head.