I own nothing of G.I. Joe or anything from any of the fictional works I use to base technology from this fanfic on.
Also I do not know what time any of the GI Joe series took place, except for renegades but that was the most unique GI Joe series I know of, and I don't plan on using that timeline. So I'm making up dates as I go along, if that bothers you too much then I suggest you don't read it, unless you want to give some enhancing critiques. In that case feel free to tell me anything in away review.
Also I will be using character appearances based on actual cannon appearances of various GI Joe series I will let you know which quotation marks like this (Joe continuity). Feel free to let me know if something there annoys or is done improperly, I will try to make adjustments.
Open Space-Unknown Regions
In the open vaccum of space all was quiet with nothing around, but the stars and a few asteroids. However, this silence was interrupted by the sound of a large boom as a Gozanti class cruiser suddenly appeared out of nowhere stretching into existence. This Gozanti cruiser was heavily modified with a hanger bay underneath the main fuselage, and two heavy laser turrets on both wings.
The ship was slightly damaged with a few small patches of smoke along the ship's hull. On board the ship in one of the ships corridors were three people. Two of them were dead on the ground with holes in their armored chests while the other was on standing next to a console pressing a button and holding a two knives in his left hand. The two dead bodies were wearing identical white plastic looking armor, with all encompassing helmets with black souless eye covers.
The winner of the battle standing at 6'02'' was wearing red mandalorian shock trooper armor, it had black designs over it, and a black body suit. Over his heart was a symbol of two beskad swords back to back with a down flapping wing on each side over his heart.
The mandalorian lifted his hand and spoke into his wrist communicator, "Vixen what's the status of the imperials on the ship?" the Mandalorian asked.
"Those were the last two on board that were alive, yes." A female voice replied. "But you didn't succeed in stopping them from activating the hyperdrive." the same voice spoke again. "Yeah I know, felt the pull when we jumped, any idea where we are?" the Mandalorian asked as he took off his helmet revealing his face.
He had a handsome face with strong jawline no facial hair, short buzz cut black hair, lightly tanned skin, and hazel colored eyes. "Negative the ship didn't have time to write any coordinates, so instead it used navigation data that it stole from the Imperial ships database."
"So basically we are near or on route to an Imperial staging ground, for one of their future conquests?" the Mandalorian asked. "Not exactly, I'm not picking up any imperial transmissions nor any friendly ones for that matter." Vixen replied.
"So were lost in space. Give me a few minutes to get to the bridge Vixen, and keep scanning for any transmissions every frequency." the Mandalorian spoke. "Yes master Jeran." Vixen replied as the Mandalorian known as Jeran made his way out of the engine room.
After sometime Jeran arrived onto the small bridge of his ship, which included two pilot stations. In the main pilot's seat was a woman with light skin tone, with a curvy build standing at 5'11'', long curly red hair, and green eyes.
"All right Vixen tell me everything you know so far." Jeran spoke as he sat down. "I've managed to identify an audio signal on a frequency I'm not familiar with, it appears to be some kind long range radio scanner system." Vixen spoke. "So someone knows were here?" Jeran asked.
"Negative, the signals are to weak to give a proper image or feed back at this distance. Incidentally they are coming from the same hyperspace vectors as denoted in the hyperspace navigation data that was stolen earlier." Vixen replied.
"Really, guess the empire was planning one of it's little indoctrination operations." Jeran said sarcastically, "No wonder a ship that size was on it's own, it was a scout." Jeran continued. "What do you wish to do then?" Vixen asked.
"First let's fix your arm, then we'll dump all those storm trooper corpses before they start to stink, and repair whatever damage we can to the ships hull. After that we'll go see what the empire's next target was going to be." Jeran replied.
Vixen looked down to her arm seeing a small burn mark on her arm, beneath the burn however one could see intricate robotic, plates and wires. "I assure you master, Jeran the damage to my arm is minimal. The damage done to the ship is far and more important" Vixen spoke. "Vixen I'm asking this to be nice, but if I must I will use a restraining bolt on your arms and legs and leave I6 to make the repairs." Jerran spoke.
Vixen instantly complied with her masters request, knowing that he meant what he said. "As you wish master." VXN spoke as she stood up and left the cockpit with Jeran following her.
Earth Sol system, Uncharted Island Pacific Ocean
On a small island covered in lush jungle, three men wearing blue jumpsuits with red cobra symbols on their chest, blue helmets, black boots, with black tactical belts, white suspenders, shin guards, and black face masks were vigorously searching the thick bush. In each man was armed with a laser rifle and a laser pistol side arm.
"Alright split up and search the area, we meet back here in five minutes." the group leader spoke. The other two nodded before they each split up into three different directions.
Unknown above them was a man wearing jungle camouflage fatigues, brown gloves, combat boots, a green helmet with leaves tied to it, and a green vest, was standing on top of a strong branch. Once the three men below him disappeared into the jungle, the man took out a small radio and extended the antennae using his teeth and activated it.
"Claymore to Scracth bird, Claymore to scratch bird, do you read me scratch bird." the man spoke. "We read you Claymore what's your status?Over." replied a voice.
"I got caught by cobra, but managed to escape. I need an immediate evac, have information on a possible cobra heist. Over." Claymore spoke into the radio. "Roger that Claymore, move to extraction point two, we'll pick you up there. Over."
"I'll be there flint." Claymore replied before turning off his communicator. Just as he did the three cobra troopers from returned to their agreed rendezvous. Ignoring their conversation Claymore jumped of the branch, and purposefully landed on top of the trio completely knocking them out.
"Sorry for crashing in on ya fellas." Claymore joked before he ran grabbed a laser rifle, and run away leaving the three troopers on the ground moaning in pain.
"There's the Joe open fire!" a five man squad of Cobra Troopers shouted as they saw Claymore running through the brush. Claymore dodged left and right avoiding the laser fire, before turning around and shooting a quick burst.
The squad of Cobra snakes ducked down to the ground and evaded the shots, but as one of them tried to get back up he was hit by another burst from Claymore.
"Thompson down." shouted one of the troopers. "Then you take him back to the base, the rest of you with me." the lead trooper shouted. Three of the snakes continued there pursuit of claymore, who was now on top of a large hill.
"Come on, Flint where are you." Claymore muttered to himself before he ducked from nearly being hit by a laser blast. The joe turned around and saw the three cobra troopers he thought he had lost, and open fired. The cobra troopers returned fire, and for the next three minutes they continued to exchange fire.
The cycle was broken as one of the cobra troopers threw a grenade that landed three body lengths away from him. "Oh crap." Claymore shouted before he ducked in cover as the grenade went off. Claymore groaned as he rubbed his temple to soothe the pain of the explosive shock wave, but he stopped as he looked at the barrel of a cobra laser rifle.
"On your feet Joe, the commander want's to have a word with you." the lead trooper spoke. "Sorry, but I don't feel like talking with old chrome dome today." Claymore replied.
"Too bad then, I guess you'll just have to die then." the trooper spoke as he aimed the rifle closer to Claymore's head. But before he could pull the trigger, they were bombarded by red laser fire.
Up above the group, a GI Joe Tomahawk hovered in place with a Caucasian man wearing army fatigues, and a black barret on his head was shooting out the side.
"Need a lift Claymore?" Flint shouted throwing down a line. "What took you guys?" Claymore asked as he grabbed the rope and started climbing. Flint continued covering the joe as he ascended hitting a trooper before he could throw another grenade.
"We had a little weather trouble." Flint finally replied as Claymore climbed into the aircraft. "Lift Ticket, get us out of here." Flint shouted to the Tomahawks pilot.
The flight away from the cobra base was smooth, with the Tomahawk avoiding pursuit by any of Cobra's air vehicles. "Alright Claymore, what did you get from Cobra?" Flint asked.
"I didn't get everything but I do know that Cobra is planning to launch a raid on a bunch of banks on the West Coast." Claymore spoke. "Any idea when this attack is going to take place?" Flint asked.
"In two days time, unfortunately I didn't get to see which bank they were going after." Claymore spoke. "It's okay you did good enough. Lift Ticket get me in contact with Joe HQ." Flint ordered.
"Sure thing Flint. Just give me a second." Lift Ticket replied as he activated the radio. "This is GI Joe HQ to Tomahawk-Y35, go ahead Lift Ticket. Over"
"Breaker get duke on the horn, Flint's got a message for him. Over" Lift Ticket spoke. "Roger that, standby for redirect." Breaker replied.
Sol System-In orbit of Titan
Jeran and VXN's ship came out of hyperspace miles away from the orbit of Neptunes largest moon Triton. Inside the ship in Jeran's personal chamber the mandalorian was trying to establish contact with his allies.
"This is J-442 to Api-62 do you read me, I repeat this is J-442 to Api-62 do you read me." he spoke but got no reply. "Dammit!" he shouted as slammed his fists into the holo table.
Just as he leaned back and sighed in frustration, the door opened and VXN walked in. "I take that there was no success." she spoke. "None, I knew that the chances were low, but I was hoping that we might get lucky. "Not even the slightest sign of anyone getting the transmission." Jaren replied.
"I told you that it wouldn't work, were far out of range of any of the subspace relay points, including any of the ones the Confederacy hacked during the Clone Wars." VXN spoke as she sat down next to him. "Getting away from my failed attempts, what did the scans of the system say?" Jaren asked.
VXN activated the holotable, which projected the solar system. "Eight planets and several dwarf planets in the system. Along with a large asteroid belt, and one sun." the Human Replica droid spoke. "What about the signals we were detecting earlier?" Jaren asked.
The hologram focused in on the third planet showing a world covered mostly in water with 7 continents and a few other land masses. "I've traced them back to third planet in the system, and did a complete scan. Numerous life forms all across the planet varying energy signatures." VXN answered.
"So the empire was picking up on signals from this planet, they're lucky we intercepted that spy ship then or within a matter of months they would be the Empire's next target." Jaren spoke. "Actually they still could, the empire is bound to send another investigation team, whether to look for the first or to follow up on any previous reports they may have made."
"So this planet may still be an impy target huh, what do their defenses look like." Jaren asked. "I detect no signs of proper orbital defenses, or any ships in the local space besides ours. Space wise this planet is completely defenseless, and as for ground forces I won't be able to get a detailed analysis with out going there myself, but so far. Any scenario that put's this planet against the Imperial Navy, say it would be easily conquered." VXN replied.
"Not if we do something to change the outcome." Jeran spoke. "What do you mean?" VXN asked confused. "I was going over the data the ship stole from the imperials. There were more coordinates inside that would suggest their were other signals coming from the surrounding area. I think that there are other systems in the local space with life in them. Systems that I think can only be reached by going through this system." Jeran spoke.
"You think that this system is a choke point?" VXN asked. "Yes, and if that's the case, then we might be able to use that info to rally the local species against their future mutual enemy." Jeran spoke confidently.
"And if our information is wrong?" VNX asked. "Then we come up with something else." Jeran replied. "That was not a very Mandalorian reply." VXN spoke back. "I know, but neither is charity work. Don't ask me how, but I can feel something about this planet. Something different, from all the others in the galaxy. If we can turn that something against the empire we might just be able to avenge the fall of the good Mandalorian men and women.
"I can tell that you are very adamant about your decision." VXN spoke before taking the helm. "I shall activate the cloaking device, and plot a course to land somewhere desolate. After which I shall hack into the local government's computer and create a false identity for us." VXN spoke.
"Thanks VXN, " Jaren replied. "I wonder what this planet has in store for us." Jaren thought to himself as he looked at the planet that was slowly getting closer.
Surface of Europa
On the surface of the sixth largest moon in the solar system, deep in the ground inside of a large valley, sat a Beviin class Mandalorian warship. (my name for the type of warship used by Mandalorian Neo crusaders, it is Mandao for lance)
Inside the mandalorian warship almost everything was pitch black, but inside one chamber were lights of single console were still active. Attached to this console on large recharge rack was a large bipedal droid similar to the EV-series supervisor droid. It had a square torso, with triangular hip plates, connected to two long legs. The droid had a total of six arms, two main ones with three broad fingers and single thumbed hands, two upper limbs ending in sawdering tools connected to the back, and another pair connected below the abdomen with three fingered clamps. The droid was rust colored all over and had a visor in it's head with two unlit yellow optics sliding across it.
As the screens booted up the droids yellow eyes also lit up. The droid stood up and disconnected the wires that were plugged into and made its way over to the active console which was now showing a radar screen. On that screen was blinking light that showed a ship in the orbit Titan.
"Establish communication with the Mandalorian ship." the droid spoke in a deep computerized voice. Several minutes passed with nothing happening, "Identify communcation malfunction." the droid spoke. Seconds passed and the image of the ship's schematics appeared on the screen.
"Deploy the repair units, it is imperative that we establish contact with the unknown ship as soon as possible." the droid spoke as it pressed several more buttons. Elsewhere on the ship several different types of astromechs rolled away from their recharge racks inorder to do their duty.
"The will of my masters must not be denied." the multi-limbed droid spoke to itself as it watched the droids get to work.
