Draco ran as fast as he could towards the door, looking back for a moment in fear and seeing about a half dozen men from the crew lagging behind him. He looked forward again. There it was. The door. Eighty feet. Seventy. A scream. Sixty. Two more screams. Fifty. Forty. More screams. Thirty. The man behind him passes him. Twenty. The other guy's almost to the door. That can't happen. If he gets there first, I'm dead. Ten. Something flies over his shoulder and into his subordinate. He's in. Draco turns and tries to slam his hand on the button to close the door, but is stopped by something heavy slamming into his chest and pressing him to the floor. He is immediately given an unwanted view of a zergling's open mouth full of razor sharp teeth as it roars and raises its scythes into the air.


Five minutes earlier

"Wow. Of all the places he could have emptied his stomach, it had to be next to the ventilation unit." grumbled an angry technician as he pulled his thin coat closer to himself. "I mean, there isn't even a fresher in that direction!"

"Look, everybody makes mistakes." another man said to him from the group of people who had fled the ship after the accident. "His was just bigger than usual. Besides, nobody thought of warning him to not eat anything Vuxot offers." The eight men somewhat simultaneously glared at the mentioned Zabrak, who just looked at them and grinned.

"What? Would you want to give up the kind of entertainment we usually get when they do. I mean, that guy we picked up a while back on Er'Kit was hilarious! He couldn't stop walking into walls for days!" He laughed. A smug smirk appeared on his face as a few others joined in.

"Look. The point is that your antics have managed to make most of the ship smell like puke. And now we are all stuck out here in the snow, with almost nothing warm." Strapped back another of the technicians. Draco could easily understand his lack of humor, as the man's once black pants were now sporting a few patches of orange as well as a few other colors. Draco looked closer for a moment. Was that blue?

"Shut up." Growled a trandoshan, standing a short distance from the group. "I smell something."

"Yeah, that's probably my new pants, which are now covered in puke." Snarled back the angry technician.

"No. I smell something else."

"Great. You smell something and don't know what it is. My mind is blown. Now, if it's so exciting, just go and sniff it out like the filthy creature you are." grumbled another of the crewmen, managing to get a rowdy laugh out of others around him.

"But it's so cold. Trandosha's nowhere near as cold as this place." He sullenly grumbled in reply, causing them to start jeering again. "Fine, fine. Besides, why would I leave? The ship's right there. In a few minutes it'll have aired out, and I can go back. Wait, there it is again! Hello! Will you pay attention!" What are you all looking-" he abruptly cut off as he saw what had captured their attention. The flaming wrecks of the five Starvipers parked not too far from them and the swarm of oversized insects rushing towards them and shrieking their bloodlust to the world.

Yelling out a short curse, he turned and began to run to the frigate along with most of the crew. The trandoshan and a few others stayed behind, firing into the swarm for a few seconds until they realized that they wouldn't be able to stop them. The smarter ones turned and ran, while the trandoshan gleefully shouted out something about a scorekeeper and rushed towards his supposed prey. He was subsequently swarmed and torn apart while Draco grimaced and turned forwards again. A hundred feet to the door. They were about four times that distance behind him. He could survive a hundred feet.


He screams and struggles in vain and it prepares to lower its scythes into him, only to shriek out in pain as a high power blaster bolt hits it it the face. It falls limply onto Draco's body while its scythes gently fall and imbed themselves an inch into the floor. It breathed in for a moment and struggled to get up. Good god, it's still alive! I'm dead. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm-

"Boss! It's dead, so stop worrying and and do something!" his savior yells out as he deftly swapped out his cooling cell and opened fire with his DLT-19X. Snapped out of his reverie, he looked out the door. While the DLT-19X was extremely powerful, it traded that for an incredibly low rate of fire. Even modified, they could only get a half dozen shots out at a time before overheating unless hooked to some really expensive tech. This one was neither, and they were obviously about to be overwhelmed. Draco grunted as he pushed the heavy carcass off of himself before slamming his hand down on the button. The door slammed down in the face of a leaping zergling, before locking them out.


On the bridge, everything was hell. The sudden attack and subsequent slaughter of a good portion of his crew had sent Trusk into overdrive. Reports almost came in faster that he could keep up. "Get us in the air and off of this frozen rock!"

"Sir! They're on out hull! They're everywhere!"

"I can't contact the salvage team!"

"Spirits! They're in the engines! They've literally climbed into the engines!"

"Then get us out of atmosphere faster you idiot! The faster we get up there, the sooner they suffocate and die!" At this moment an explosion rocked the ship. Barely a hundred feet into the air, it began to slow down and almost gracefully fall. The bridge crew could only watch in horror as the front of their ship tipped forwards and crashed back into the snow nose first. The crash threw nearly everyone to their feet, with only a few lucky men being able to keep their grip on whatever was closest. People began to cautiously stand up as the deck stopped moving beneath their feet. "Status report!" Trusk snapped out, rubbing his temples in an unsuccessful attempt to stop his growing headache.

One of the helmsmen looked down at his console before turning around. "Well, it could've been worse."

And then there was another massive explosion and all that awaited Trusk was blissful sleep.


Draco stumbled into the bridge and looked at what it had become. Limp pilots were scattered like leaves and anything that wasn't bolted down was everywhere but where it was supposed to be. Stepping over the crumpled form of his captan, he walked towards the only other person awake in the room. "How bad is it?" he growled out, looking distastefully at the pristine case of Correlian brandy. Of all the things to spend his money on, the idiot spent his credits on crash proofing THAT?

"Not good. They got in our engines and when we tried to lift off, managed to cause an explosion. That didn't even kill all the little buggers. One of them kept at it after we crashed, and now we're missing the entire back quarter of the ship. The salvage team isn't responding to my calls, so they're probably dead. We've lost everything space worthy. As if that's not enough, some idiot with a thermal detonator set it off by accident near the reactor, so we're low on power. The only good thing about all this is that the blast seemed to have killed all but one of them. We caught it struggling towards us with two broken legs, one arm missing, and it's wings shredded to the bone. We captured it in and now are keeping it under guard. We've collected the rest and stored their bodies for later. These things are tough, and we need something to show for this mission besides travel expenses."

"Good. I've heard that Tyber Zaan likes to use vronskir. I wonder how much he would like some these things tamed for him."

"I'm up! What happened? Anything broken?"" Sputtered their captain as he woke and pulled himself to his feet.

"Out ship has been incapacitated and we're stuck here. Our reactor and long distance commas array look worse than a hutt's face, but we should have enough power left to get out a short range distress signal." Draco responded, snapping a salute.

"Not that you blubbering fool! I mean is my brandy still in one piece!" he growled at his first mate, before seeing his un disturbed liquor and stumbling over to it. "Thank god. I really need a drink." As busy guzzling down alcohol as he was, he didn't notice the malicious glares that his officers sent him.


Under the cover of night, Niadra took a final step and reached the top of a cliff. Not far off, she could see the grounded starship, with fires still burning bright. Only two of her brood remained. It was unimportant. Yes it hurt, but she could grow her brood once the current threat to their existence was eradicated. One of her children had been on the doorstep of death, but even now she could feel him regaining his strength and healing. Heal. Regain your strength child, and when the opportunity presents itself, strike them down.


The zergling had been nearly dead when they found it, run through by a large piece of the ship's hull that snaked it's spinal cord. That was what had probably saved it, as the wound had left no doubt it the mercs minds that it was dead. Once he was left unguarded among its fallen brethren, he feasted upon them to regain his strength and heal. It's body slowly but surely began to push the foreign piece of metal out, until it fell to the deck with a clang. Half an hour later, the zergling was fully healed and began to prowl the confines of his room. This went on for some time before it sensed its mother return and present a task. Five minutes later it had clawed through five doors and was hiding in the shadows watching the door through which two armed men guarded his last brother. It sensed that his companion had more or less healed without alerting them, and now needed only a diversion to escape. This was something he could provide.

Inside the room, the two guards tensed as they heard a bang from outside the door behind them. One of them opened the door and stuck his head out before closing the door. "Nobody there." Another bang was heard, and he irritatedly repeated the process. "Someone's playing a joke on us."

"Great." His companion mumbled back before rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Not only do we get the boring job of guarding something so heavily sedated it should be dead, but now somebody feels like this is a good time to joke around. There was another bang. "Ignore him. Maybe he'll quit it." Another bang sounded out, this time accompanied by a prolonged scraping noise. "Great. The idiot is messing with the captain's ship." He said, trying to reassure himself.

His partner wasn't as much scared as annoyed. "That's it. Next time he does it, we jump him." Another scraping noise. The door whooshed open and they jumped out into an empty hallway. An empty hallway with a pair of scrapes a few inches deep going through the walls. They nervously gripped their Relby-V10s before walking back into the room and seeing the shredded shock collar on the floor. They barely had time to instinctively turn around and raise their weapons before their former prisoner descended from above and buried his scythes into them. Finishing his task, he took a few mouthfuls of the meat before turning to his brother and leaving the disfigured corpses. After all, there were Terrans to kill.


The captain was now snoring happily in his chair, leaving all of his tasks for Draco. Not that it's a bad thing. He'd probably end up just making more stupid decisions and getting the rest of us killed. He was brought out of his musings by an extra loud snore before looking back down at his datapad. At least he would have a hell of a hangover when he woke up. Still, there were more important things than his mentally unstable captain. Looking down at the datapad once again, he uneasily frowned at what he saw. Nineteen people with rations to last twenty five a month. Should last us about one extra week. Could've lasted longer if the rations weren't so small.

"Sir. How bad is it?" He looked up to see one of the younger crewmen looking up at him worriedly. What was his name?

"It's fine. We can last for a month with what we have. Dunkir, correct?"

"Yes, that's my name. Well, I guess if there's anything we should thank the captain for, it's hoarding a third of our supplies in his room. Otherwise we'd have nothing at all."

How quaint. Someone nice on the ship. That hadn't happened before. Oh well. If any of them survived this, it probably wouldn't be him.


The pair of zerglings silently crept through the ship, nearing the front. They both simultaneously stopped. They could smell something was coming. Scurrying around a corner, they heard footsteps pass near them and keep going. Being the closest prey, this unlucky soul was followed to his room, which upon opening showed three more men sleeping in their bunks. The pair padded inside moments before the door slammed shut. Hiding in the shadows, they watched as their prey climbed into bed and eventually fell asleep.

The time was right. They crawled out and in unison raised their scythes to silently slaughter them while they slept before freezing. Footsteps. Instinctively, both of them immediately vibrated millions of minis clue muscles in their bodies trying to burrow into the deck itself. They disappeared into the deck in seconds, only to begin falling through the floor and towards the snow below them. Still acting on instinct, they scrambled to raise themselves out of the thin deck before falling down. So when the door opened a moment later, the tired pirate barely took two steps before noticing the two zerglings clawing themselves to their feet.

"WHAT THE-! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" he shouted out while backing towards the door before tripping and falling past the door to the ground. Jolting to his feet, he slammed the door closed and turned to see Dunkir by chance standing at the end of the hall, looking at him in confusion. That confusion turned to horror as a foot of a zergling slammed through the door and into the chest of the man before him, slicing down through chest and door before being pulled back down. In barely a second, the monster on the other side of the door managed to claw its way through the door and onto the now dead man before biting down. He turned and set off for the bridge screaming at the top of his lungs loud enough to almost drown out those of the men in the room behind him before the zergling let out a shriek of its own and charged. The walkways of the ship soon showed themselves to be his salvation, as the two zerglings couldn't seem to turn around corners fast enough to avoid slamming into the walls. This was hardly enough to slow them down much though, as they just kept shrieking and going on as if they were possessed. His luck ran out a few seconds later when a particularly large hallway gave his pursuers enough time to leap down the hall to him, surprising a pair of weequays running towards the noise. They opened fire with their blaster pistols, only to be the next victims of the second zergling.


"THEY'RE ON THE SHIP!" screamed a Starviper pilot as he ran onto the bridge and locked bulkhead that was installed next to the door. Seconds later the bridge crew heard the patter of footsteps and the slamming of hands into the bulkhead before a pair or shrieks pierced through the near silence of the bridge. The cameras showed that the three mercenaries on the other side of the door survived only for seconds. Two of them turned their backs to the door once they realized they wouldn't be getting inside. The less grizzled mercenary only began hammering on the door and pleading louder, not even bothering to draw his holstered pistol. One of the men, by chance the same man that had saved Draco from his death earlier that night, dropped to his knee and steadied his trusty sniper rifle while the other simply tensed and lowered his T-21 to his hip. They collectively got out two shots before being killed, although to their credit, they didn't show their fear. The other man was a different story, screaming louder as he turned and unholstered his pistol. As he was slammed to the ground, he desperately fired shots off at random, by chance hitting the camera and blinding the remaining crew to what was happening outside.

They stared in muted shock at the door before nervously backing away. "Well, at least they can't get us now." One of them dejectedly offered before the sound of tearing metal started coming from the bulkhead. "What? But-but that's not possible! They can't claw through a foot of that stuff! That door is rated to withstand multiple hits from star fighter grade cannons!" He kept blubbering on for a few more seconds before he was silenced by Draco.

"Quit your yammering and do something then! Come on! There's only two of them and there's six of us." He turned to his now awake and certainly hungover captain. "I assume you kept some weapons up here instead of in the armory, yes?"

"Yes. They're under my chair" he managed to reply, clutching his head as he battled his headache. "I'll go get them."

"Finally. I think that was the first sensible thing you've done in the past few days." Draco retorted, before reaching under the chair and pulling out a surprising stash of weaponry.

Barely a minute later, and the six of them were spread out across the room, wielding an assortment of weapons ranging from a CA-87 to a Tactical Vibro-Axe. They all shifted uneasily as a scythe finally stuck through the door before dulling out again. It would be minutes before they would get in, and give plenty of chance to be taken down in the process. Unfortunately, the men onboard would never get the chance, as a volley of blaster bolts slammed into them from the side and four of them fell dead, with Draco clutching his arm in pain. He angrily looked up to see a clearly inebriated captain Trusk, clutching a still smoking RT-97C heavy blaster in his hands.

"What are you doing? You've doomed us both, and destroyed any chance we had of killing these things!" Draco all but screamed at his former captain.

"Actually, no. You'll die, but I'll live. I am the one person alive with control over this ship right now, as well as the two dozen charges set up around the ship." Draco's reply was a kick to the knee, sending him falling to the deck and trying to stand up before falling on his wounded leg.

"You'll pay for this eventually, you insane and paranoid-" the sound of a blaster going of ended his rant and his life, before he shrugged and fired into his former first mate's body for a few seconds. Grabbing an explosive from under his chair and pressing a button to turn off the rest of the power keeping the ship alive, he hurriedly set a charge on the reinforced window before hiding behind his chair. The charge went off, and he clumsily made his escape through the hole in his ship. He managed to get to the cliffs a little ways from the ship before he heard the triumphant shrieks of his pursuers. He laid down and covered his ears before pressing the detonator in his hand, setting the entire ship up in flames. Flinching as piece of a torpedo tube the size of his head noisily landed barely a dozen feet away, then stood back up and looked at what little was left of his ship. "Knew I should've named it." Turning around once again, he remorselessly trundled onwards and up a gentle snow covered slope until he stood above the cliffs and looked down. "Damn. It's cold out here." There was the sound of snow being moved and he turned to see a massive monstrosity that couldn't be anything but the mother of whatever he had just killed. He paled once he realized her size, at a height well over twice his own.

A quick death would be too good for you. I will make you suffer.

And then he screamed.


Testing, testing. One two three. Check, check, check. Hello everybody! This is Justreidabook speaking. I had a point with this conversation, but I seem to have forgotten where I was going with this. Oh yeah! I apologize for the long periods of time between my short posts. To make up for the past four weeks of waiting I have forced you to suffer through, I have accidentally made an extra long chapter.

I think you all know the shpeel by now. If not, don't worry, because I'll say it anyways! Please review, please don't force me to say read and review, because you should have read it by now. Feel free to tell me about mistakes you found in my writing via review or pm. I don't care if it has been years since I finished my story and you are reading this in 2020. Just tell me what and where it is. Also, you can probably guess the Star Wars game this is for. Or not. I'll tell you next chapter, so please guess away. It is perfectly fine if you choose multiple Star Wars games as the game used for the crossover.

Ships N wiki/Interceptor_IV_frigate, starwars/battlefront/features/blasters, /Thread/3635-Hutt-Contracts-und-kostenfreie-Waffen/, wiki/StarViper-class_attack_platform, wiki/GAT-12_Skipray_Blastboat, wiki/RZ-52_Dekard_transport

Let's wrap this up. If you want to beta, ask away. If... Uh, I just forgot what I was going to say again. Oh, I remember. I think this story will be twelve chapters long, but I haven't mentally planned out the whole thing. I am writing this as I go as well. The only pre written chapters were one and the the first half of two. If you need a beta for Halo, Mass Effect, Starcraft, SupCom, Star Wars, or something similar, just ask.

Thanks to:War Cry's (providing near constant conversation to keep me alive), Shadowdino707 (for keeping me on this site for the past two years through his favorite stories page), every literature or English teacher I've had for getting me to be a good writer, and my mom (for changing me from a book hater to a bookworm in second grade).

Anyways, happy spring break!