Contact III
A/N: My rage levels almost hit max while trying to write for Kenobi. I've red on this a total of 12 times! Jesus this is why I stick to OCs.
The clone was running.
He had just received a report that was most unsettling and he needed to deliver it to his commander fast. So when he arrived at the bridge the first thing he did was run up to his superior.
"General! Our rescue teams have arrived but most of the crew has disappeared. I can't explain it."
The Jedi turned to face the clone, whose armor was highlighted with orange stripes. The Jedi put his hand to his beard and paused in thought.
"Admiral, run a scan of the area see if our mystery friend has launched any ships. By the way have we been able to make contact yet?"
A man in a grey uniform looked up from a holodisplay. "No. I've been broadcasting on all channels since they took out the Sepratist command ship."
"Keep trying I want to know who th-"
Commander Cody suddenly interrupted "General Obi wan, three ships just docked with our mystery ship! Republic IFFs are on board, they have our troops!"
Obi-wan moved to the scanners holodeck at a brisk pace, arriving just in time to see a dropship wink out of existence. Before it disappeared he definitely saw three IFFs onboard, including Anakins. He looked up at Cody who had taken off his helmet. "Cody, don't you think it's about time to see who our friends are? Get a squad and meet me in the hanger."
The clone grinned before putting on his bucket and responding with a quick "Yes, sir." and walked out.
Obi wan stayed on the bridge for a moment, studying the unknown ship. It was twice again as long as the Ironclad and it's armaments were devastating, the wreckage of Separatist ships around the a testament to that fact. There was no doubt in his mind that if the UFO decided to attack there would be little the Ironclad could do to stop it.
With a sigh he got up and moved toward the great airlock that served as the door for the bridge, it slid open as he approached.
His walk was a short one and as he arrived he saw Cody briefing four other troopers including Try Again, Jacks, Ghost and Waxer. Kenobi smiled at the sight of Waxer, he had just got back from Kamino after he was grievously wounded in a friendly fire engagement. They had almost lost him, but due to Captain Rexs quick thinking they had been able to stabilize him and send him to the clones birth world where he received multiple cybernetic implants.
He walked up to the five of them Try, Jacks and Ghost saluted while Cody and Waxer just gave a brief nod. "I trust you've all been briefed?"
They all responded with nods or yes sirs.
"Good, but I want to warn you one more time we don't know who these people are or why they took the other crew. But they helped us and saved our skin, so when we arrive all weapons are to be slung. Now let's get going."
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Jordan slid down the wall until he was sitting, his arms resting on his knees. Blood had coated his arms from the elbow down and most of his chest was covered as well, most of it had been from that Anakin guy.
He sighed, thirteen of the 'people' they had rescued died from their injuries before even leaving the hangar, Anakin had to be operated on in here because he couldn't be moved.
He wasn't even sure if he could call them people, they were all technically the same person. Every single man except Anakin and the admiral were clones. Quite a few people were disturbed by this, including Jordan but he wasn't sure. They all varied as if each of them had one or a set of personality traits from the original and shaped their personality around that.
He looked up to see Mike conversing with Fives, he was one of the lucky ones not a scratch on him. Fives, as far as Jordan could tell, was an alright guy and was easy to get along with. He also noticed Captain Cutter talking with Admiral Yurlan, or something like that, he held an ice pack on his head as he gained a minor concussion.
James was so busy looking over the scene he didn't notice Ashoka sit next to him. He was still staring into space when she spoke. "Hey."
He slowly looked toward her and saw she was also covered in blood. "Hey, what do ya need?"
"Nothing, I just need to talk to someone." she sighed looking over the crowd of wounded. "To many good men died when they were so close to being saved. And I wanted to say thank you."
Jordan looked at her curiously, though she was oblivious his polarized visor hiding his face. "Thank me? For what?"
"Well, you did save my life twice, and you also saved my friends and my master."
"Master? Like a slave?"
Ashoka shook her head. "No no no, like a teacher. I'm still an apprentice."
"Oh..." they lapsed into silence for a moment both of them enjoying the peace, only for it to be broken by Jordan. "I just remembered something, I still don't know you're name."
"Really, well my names Ashoka Tano, Jedi apprentice."
"Ashoka, eh? That's a nice name." Jordan said with a hidden grin. "How long have you been an apprentice?"
"Since I was thirteen, almost five years now."
Jordan didn't respond, instead he took off his helmet laying it on the ground next to him, revealing deep green eyes.
"Wow, has anyone told you you're eyes are beautiful." It took a few moments before her brain registered what she had said. She mentally slapped herself, Hard. Where did that come from! Fierfek! What made me say that?
Jordan smirked. "Yea, but your the first alien to ever say that."
Suddenly the hanger burst into a flurry of activity, two marine squads flew in and evacuated the medical staff and survivors. Meanwhile Cutter, Forge and the rescue teams drew pistols and rifles and pointed them at the large shield doors.
Jordan sat up and grabbed his MA3 from it position on the ground and ran over to the Captain and John, Ashoka in tow. "What's going on?"
"Ellen just radioed in, there an unidentified ship heading to the hanger." John said holding a pistol and knife in a tactical grip.
"Can't we just shoot them down?" Jordan asked.
"Negative, we don't know if their hostiles or friendlies." James said from behind him, holding an M6 upscaled pistol.
Just then a large white rectangle with wings enter through the shield, accompanied by a rather large humming sound. The side door slid back and six figures stepped out, five were in white armor the sixth in robes. They raised their hands when they noticed the guns.
"Well this is awkward." Kenobi mutter before continuing in a loud voice. "We come in peace, you have our men and we would like to negotiate their release."
Ashoka suddenly worked her way past the wall of gun trotting humans and put her hand toward them. "Wait they're the republic! They're the ones you helped."
Jordans gun lowered slightly as he turned his head toward Captain Cutter, glancing between Ashoka, the new arrivals and James. "Orders sir?"
Cutter didn't respond directly "Identify your self! You are trespassing on a UNSC vessel without authorization."
Stepping forward a pace Obi wan replied "I am Jedi master Obi wan Kenobi, general of the republic army. I have come to retrieve my men and establish contact."
"Ashoka?" Jordan whispered to the alien in front of him. She simply nodded in response.
"Stand down marines!" Cutter ordered. "He then walked over to the republic group with Ashoka and the Forges in tow. The marines behind them lowering their weapons but refusing to holster them.
Cutter nodded his head slightly "My name is Captain James Cutter of the UNSC Spirit of Fire. I welcome you aboard, would you follow me so we could discuss matters in a better suited area?"
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Mike stretched his arms out in front of him. He had just gotten back to his own personal bunk, Four beds, a Tv and his own personal computer set up all in a 10 by 10 room. After the shield world mission the majority of the crew had been given their own rooms because of the losses they had taken, the space was available.
A slight frown marred Mikes face at the thought. His current room used to be host to four breathing marines, now either dead or infected...
Mike was running.
There was no way it could be called an evacuation, no it was a full on rout. All the ground elements were fleeing trying to make it through the small time window they had before any hope of salvation was cut off.
Mike threw a frag grenade over his shoulder not wanting to look back, the resulting explosion tore into the hideous mass of... Of...
The Flood
That's all Mike could describe his advisaries as. They swept over every thing, killing and defiling all they they came into contact with.
They were nearing the LZ, he could see a flight of pelicans set down less than fifty feet from them. He was over come with hope, for he was on the very edge of sanity. But it evaporated as his vox came to life and Jordans voice came through.
"Alright Helljumpers, on my mark we turn and repel the hoard. These marines need time to get aboard. No complaints, remember our motto 'Feet first into hell' well think this is a pretty good hell. It was an honor."
Mike gripped his DMR, attempting to come to terms with his imminent death.
"MARK!"
He turned, along with five other ODSTs, rifle raised and firing into the oncoming flood of death. He tried his damned hardest to avoid taking the flood in detail, to avoid seeing men and woman he called friends mutated into hideous abominations, to avoid seeing his sister...
*Knock Knock Knock*
Mike jumped as the sound of the knocking broke him from his dayterror. He looked at his computer screen and saw the time, 1400 hours! He had been stuck in the memory for over an hour.
As he got up he noticed his entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat.
The knock came again and he crossed the distance to the door and punched in the lock code, causing the door to slide open. On the other side was Jordan, Ashley and John. All of them in fatigues.
John and Jordan rushed into the room with a quick 'Hey bud' and sat them selves at the computer, but Ashley stayed at the door for a minute.
"Hey are you okay?" The concern was evident in her voice.
"I- I really don't know." his voice was stuttered and trembled slightly.
"Is it the dreams?"
Mike just nodded his head.
"Hey," She put her hand on his cheek. "Listen those things are long gone, completely destroyed." Another nod. "If it makes you feel better we've all had them, even if those two testa di merdas* won't admit it. Talk to them, it'll help."
*(shit heads)
Mike nodded one last time before moving to take a seat beside the two Forges. "So, as much as I'd like to believe you guys just came to hang out, I know you need something hacked. What is it?"
John laughed "Ah you know us to well, Security camera C6."
"Alright that's kinda specific, why?"
Jordan spoke up this time. "That's were Cutter is holding his meeting with the republic 'delegation', sadly we were locked out of the meeting. So we need you to be our key."
"Fine, but I demand a box from your guys stash and two cigars."
"Ouch, kinda pricey there."
"Hey, if this is a first contact meeting they're going to have both AIs holding up firewalls. This'll be a challenge."
"Fine we have a deal."
"Good now shut up and let me work my magic."
It was a few minutes of typing before Mike sat back abruptly, throwing his hand over his head with a loud string of curses as emphasis.
"What? What's wrong?" Ashley asked.
"I got past Serina and was just about to get by Serenity when they shut me out off the system! I managed to get audio but I don't know how long it'll last before it gets shut down to."
He clicked a button and Cutters voice filled the room. "-And then we launched rescue ships and the rest you know."
"Hmm, that is quite some tale." a voice none of them recognized said, probably that bearded guy from the hanger.
"Do you not believe us?" a third voice said.
John pointed at the screen absent mindedly "That's Anders, for sure."
"On the contrary, I believe you completely. This ship, you're soilders weapons even their emissions align to your tale. It's just alot to absorb and process."
"Emissions?" Anders voice asked.
A fourth voice, the alien Ashoka. "Emissions are what ever living thing emits from their brain waves. Be it thoughts, experiences, memories or emotions. People trained in the force are able to pick up on these emissions and read them like a holobook. You and your crew all emit the samething."
"And that would be?" Cutter asked, he sounded curious to Jordan.
"An experience of great hardship and suffering. There is no way to fake that. You're story is true and as a representative of the republic I offer you aid." the bearded man
"Why would you do that? Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"Well besides helping us with the separatists, you also saved two Jedi and hundreds of clones. Besides it is the Jedi code to help. We need to reach Coruscant, do you have Faster than light capabilities?"
"Sadly no. We were forced to detonate our core to destroy a major threat. Also before anything else I have to ask, what happened to the UNSC?"
"The UNSC? I've never heard of it before. Ashoka says that you maybe from the unknown regions of space, which could change many a things. But there is a matter that needs tending to, the planet below us is under attack and the republic has been delayed to long from helping in the defense"
"Well since you are so willing to help us, I offer you our-" the audio faded into static.
Jordan sat up. "Well let's get geared up, looks like were going to be in for a fight."
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A/N: So there it is really happy I finally finished this. Sorry it took so long but I just had a hard time writing for the starwars characters, like damn it's a bitch to do. But anyway I hope to get this up more often, cross your fingers and review. Every little bit helps.
