The New Threat
Chapter 3: Dragged Along
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The works of Halo (characters and weapons) go to Bungie, while KotOR (same thing) go to LucasArts. Some elements were used in compliance with Gipper 40's story, and that doesn't belong to me either.
A series of clanks worked its way into the corridor, followed by a rumble. "I have a bad feeling about this," Revan muttered. The Force was urging him to step through the door. A draft came from the door, pushing Revan's robes away from the door.
"Are they pushing us away?" Meetra asked.
The other Jedi looked back. "I think they're pulling us away..."
"What makes you say that?"
He pointed backward, the floor giving away from behind the Jedi. "Into the next room, now!" Revan shouted. "Shien formation! They're salvaging the block we're on!" He dove into the door, oblivious of the plasma bolts that shot down upon him.
Meetra was quick to her feet to enter, but the other Jedi couldn't be luckier. Revan heard a cry before the vacuum of space drowned out his voice. The door shut closed, and Revan and Meetra were left fending off plasma bolts. "We're the only ones left," Meetra said absent-mindedly, batting away a few plasma bolts at their sources.
"Sad. Can we take them all out?" Revan asked.
"I got nothing. Try your other lightsaber," Meetra suggested. Revan blocked another plasma shot, then used the Force to bring out Heart of the Guardian, his orange lightsaber, from his belt and ignite it. While deflecting the plasma, he threw the lightsaber around the room, cutting through the Elites, Jackals, Grunts, and the few Hunters in the room. In about ten seconds, Heart of the Guardian completed three revolutions, all the Covenant in the room dead. Revan snatched the orange lightsaber from the air, sheathing it and returning it to his belt.
"Let's go."
They approached the door to the bridge corridor of the ship, just to be flanked by two Elites in gold armor, armed with Energy Swords. Revan lifted Mantle of the Force and spun it menacingly at the Elites. His eyes seemed to sting from its hot breath washing over his face as the Elite in front of him drew closer.
They seem a bit hell-bent... Revan thought. He jumped back a bit and readied his lightsaber at the Elite. The alien charged at Revan with an overhand blow, to which Revan easily sidestepped and hit at the Elite's side, flickering its shields and downing it with a good-sized scratch. The Elite, enraged, snarled at Revan before going in for another strike. Reva blocked the hit and spun to behind the Elite, ending its life with a backward thrust into the Elite's back. A shriek accompanied its death. A similar scream signified Meetra had dealt with her's as well.
The purple doors swung open, a maroon-colored Elite walking into the room. The same rank Elite as the one from Coruscant! thought Revan.
"None of you shall pass," the Elite growled. "You all have dealt with us enough, and we shall destroy you, and when your gathering is annihilated, your planet's surface will be naught but glass." It brandished two Energy Swords, one in each hand. Revan and Meetra readied their lightsabers, Revan in an Ataru stance while Meetra entered into a Djem So stance.
Meetra dove in first, her lightsaber meeting with a lock with the Elite. In doing so, the Elite brought his second Energy Sword up at Meetra's side, whom deftly brought her boot against the flat of the sword, and kicked it a good distance away. "I'll deal with Splitty here!" Meetra called to Revan, "you get going to the bridge!"
"Raar!" the Elite growled, "disgraceful human!" It turned its attention away from Revan as Meetra smacked the Elite across its face with her fist. "Dishonorable!" it cursed.
Revan heard the door close behind him, looking back at the door, wondering if Meetra would be okay. It had already turned red, locking itself. There was no reason to turn back now. "I'm alone again," he thought aloud. "Just like that day with Malak..." Revan walked forward, listening to his footsteps resound against the metal floor. In the distance, there was a door, a different model than the other doors.
He walked up against the door to the bridge, standing there for a while. What do I have to do? Kill the pilots and try something else? Revan pondered this, trying to make the direction of his own mission clear to himself.
"One intruder spotted in Corridor D1!" the Grunt supervisor said. "Has the Lieutenant failed to hold them off?"
"In that case, we'll be leaving this planet. It is no use forcing our way in, despite what the gods have paved for us. Enter slipspace warp, Coordinates X-9310, Y-4820, Z-3014. We are regrouping at Zero-Six.
"Evacuate the Lieutenant. He can deal with whatever shame he had faced later. I doubt this shall be the last time we will be seeing any of our current adversaries."
Another rumble resounded in the room. Revan came back to himself, then placed a hand on the pedestal against the door. The door slid open, revealing a large room, a large window against the front of the ship. An Elite in white armor stood with its back turned to Revan, watching the plasma bolts fly about in space with the occasional explosion. Grunts worked to the sides, similar to the bridge layout of Sith warships.
"Demon is here!" cried a door Grunt, somewhat startled. Revan merely jolted the Grunt with Force Lightning, while swinging Mantle of the Force at the other Grunt, which was to his right. He walked up to the Elite, his cyan blade glowing in the somewhat dim room.
"You are to be admired to have gotten this far," the white-armored Elite declared, now facing Revan. "But it was all in ruin - you will not survive the punishment that we have in store."
"Big talk," Revan said. "Your delusions of grandeur will be the least of your problems, which will allow us to be rid of your kind." He steeled his eyes at the Elite, waving his lightsaber menacingly. "All I have to do is get rid of you, and all my, and the Republic's, troubles will be over."
"No... we only meant you." The Elite brandished an Energy Sword, then charged toward Revan. Revan started out with his Ataru stance, blocking the initial strike made by the Elite. Wheeling around, Revan ducked, disconnecting from the blade lock, then brought Mantle of the Force up in a graceful arc, but missed the Elite barely, almost nicking its split-lip. He compensated with another spin, adding a kick at the Elite's face. The Elite staggered back a few steps, then primed his weapon again, his armor sparking from the melee ordeal.
Revan lunged, his lightsaber meeting the Energy Sword in a lock. He kicked the Elite's sword hand, hearing a decent enough crack sound from the fractured bone. Crying out in rage and pain, the Elite dropped his sword and let his hand droop down to his side. Revan lunged forward again, but the Elite sidestepped and elbowed Revan in the stomach, followed by a kick. Ignoring the pain, Revan used the Force to roll himself upward, then landed into a crouch.
For one who lost a hand, Revan thought, he's actually pretty good. He gripped at his stomach, hugging around the pained area. The Elite bent down, picking up his Energy Sword in its left hand. Judging by their strength in one arm, probably they can fare just and easily with a left hand or right hand... Revan initiated in his Djem So stance.
The Elite charged forward, spinning to the left as he approached Revan. The move made Revan jump back, but didn't prevent his cloak from being cut. The Elite pushed forward, pressing his attacks and causing Revan to back up more and more. Djem So was quickly transitioning into Soresu, given that the continuation of battering caused Revan to neglect counters. Revan saw an opening, but his stance put him out of place to strike proceedingly.
The Elite had pressed Revan against the wall now, nicking away at the corners of his robes. A menacing thrust caused Revan to roll away and start the counterattacks from Ataru, first striking at the Elite's arm. His shields deflected the blade slightly, but they were left critical; sparking. The Elite roared in annoyment, swinging the Energy Sword in an attempt to slice Revan's head off. Revan ducked under the blade and swung Mantle of the Force in an uppercut-lunging fashion. He heard a cry, then the clatter of the Energy Sword hilt falling to the ground.
"I have failed, but you have lost..." whispered the Elite, grasping the enormous cut out of its chest, "No one can win a war without pawns... and honorable are those... whom have been sacrificed... for the outcome...
"Your species will fall. The Covenant... will... reign!" Revan disgustedly pulled his saber out of the white-Elite, returning the saber to his belt after de-igniting it. There was a rumble underneath Revan's feet, and he ran over to a screen. It read:
Slipspace sequence detected. Coordinates set for X8305, Y8203, Z 8410. Slipspace complete at 2:34. The countdown had already started. Outside the bridge window, a purple portal-like inclusion had formed at the ship's nose.
"Shit!" Revan cursed, making a run out of the bridge. We have to get out... or who knows where we'll end up! Revan went through the doors, seeing Meetra looking up at the ceiling.
"He ran," she said, "the coward."
"We have to get off this ship, now!" Revan said, taking Meetra by the arm and literally dragging her behind him. "Their consoles say something about slipspace. I don't know what the hell that is, but the Force is telling me to leave right now."
"Sounds like hyperspace or something," Meetra said. "Look, if what you're saying is true, gimme that schematics datapad." Revan tugged it from his belt and handed it to Meetra, letting her free to run. "Second left is the main room! We can jump down, then run straight for the hangar bay."
"That's fine by me!" Revan took the turn, then leapt down. Plasma bolts came flying at them, but they all somehow missed him. "Ignore them!" He and Meetra came through the plasma hail, then through the door. Revan Force'ed the door shut. The ship shook violently again. At this rate, the ship may as well be through that portal halfway through!
They arrived at the hangar bay in pursuit of leftover Covenant forces. "They're in retreat!" a Republic soldier's voice cried. "We've scared them away! Look at 'em leave through that portal!"
Meetra jumped into the open cockpit of her starfighter, priming its engines. Revan did the same, but as he was about to take off, his starship failed. What's going on? Everything's... powering down? Outside, a blue aura was glowing, and electricity was jolting from the wire panels. EMP? Revan cursed, quickly flipping the ignition switch, attempting to override the electromagnetic effect. The starship burst to life, lifting off the ground and evading another EMP emitter.
"Revan!" Meetra's voice called out. "Get out of there!"
"What," Revan inquired, "I'll be fine, right?"
"Slipspace rupture becomes a mini-black hole, then a supernova flash! Get out of there now!" She shouted into the comms system again, "All Republic ships, retreat to Coruscant!" Revan jammed on the accelerator, but it had already been too late: a current was sucking him in, and he saw Coruscant getting smaller... smaller... and smaller...
"Bastila!" he hopelessly cried out, as the fabric of space closed behind him, and the torrent bashing at his starfighter knocked him unconscious.
When Revan came to, he looked around, seeing nothing but the stars. He flipped the ignition switch, but his fighter did not power up, regardless how he spammed the controls. He brought a fist upon the dashboard, then checked his radio signal. Static.
I'm alone again. Not just facing Malak, but I'm in the Unknown Region; deeper than I had ever been. No longer is Rakatan Prime the last planet I have seen...
His starfighter flipped over in its frozen form, and Revan saw a weird structure, a dome with a cone of spires protruding from a central beam, sticking straight out of the center of the dome. Small lights zoomed around its circumference, and Revan could only realize they were Covenant Capitol Ships.
Oh... Force.
"You still haven't told us where Revan is," Kaoru Bate said.
"I told you!" Meetra was saying. "I saw his starfighter come out of the Covenant ship's hangar, but was sucked into what they call a slipspace rupture. It seems like a more advanced form of hyperspace for all I know!" Meetra, being the only surviving strike force team member, was in the Jedi Council Room. She was being interrogated with questions and had to answer with information she knew barely about.
Or so she thought.
"Well, we know about this "slipspace", but explain Revan's location..."
"I already know where Jedi Knight Revan is," Master Dorian Austa, a Selkath, said. "He is with the enemy, only to be sucked in by the mini-black hole effect, and now has ended up where the Covenant have spaced to.
"Revan now rests in the hands of the Covenant."
A/N: I want to thank King1367 for first review of this story. Thank you very much!
Sure, the beginning is a bit crappy and rushed, more so than I wished it... but I couldn't find pieces to put in between. But please Review. Always accepting, and motivates me to write this.
Thanks!
-Kai
