Star Wars: The Clone Wars fanfic1
Special Thanks to the movie: Zombieland, for its inspiration and idea of this fanfic. Thank the director, the writer, the actors, and all of the cast of Zombieland. If you're reading this, say "Thank you, Zombieland!"
An alternate ending of Episode 8, Brain Invaders, my favorite episode...
Worm Wars
With the discarded brain worm, now a small pile of ashes, Boomer turned the unconscious Jedi. While Fitz and Patterson tended to the other technicians, freeing them from the worms' control, the boy studied her a little more.
Within his arms, she was still alive, she lied in a deep sleep, most of the victims who are released from the worms usually fall into a coma that lasts only a couple of days, one week to be specific. From Boomer's point of view, she was, although alien, beautiful. With her well shaped lekku, scarlet lips, smooth, red-orange skin, she was an angel as far as Boomer could describe.
The thought was interrupted with gunfire, as the Sergeant blasted the two departed worms from the technicians. And while Fitz and Patterson restrained them, Wilson turned to Adams, "hang tight, son, we'll have a prosthetic fix you right up?"
"Gee thanks," he replied in sarcasm, his hand in his armpit, "Nothing like some dude to stick a couple of imitation fingers into my freakin' hand after it just got chopped off!"
"'Sliced' off, actually," Boomer corrected, Adams glared at him, in no mood for any unnecessary specifics.
"Whatever!" He replied, as the Sergeant discovered a satchel against the wall.
He approached it and discovered it was full of eggs, brain worm eggs, all in the Jedi's possession to infect everyone on this planet. Wilson pulled out a cylinder-like case and opened the tip of it, he collected two eggs and placed them in, sealing them inside the tube tightly and compress, so that they could not escape if they hatch earlier than predicted.
After collecting the samples, he nodded to Patterson, who gladly barbecued the sachet, as the Sergeant tapped his comlink, "Noah, this is Wilson. We've found and secured the Jedi," he reported, "We have a wounded... disarmed soldier with us at the moment" -Patterson and Fitz giggled silently- "and we're planning to extract."
"Very well, Wilson. We'll send a platoon down there to takeover. Good work, Team."
Wilson switched off his comlink, turning to Boomer, just in time to catch him eying the Togruta. "Hey kid," he began, the boy looked up to him, "since you're making ogle eyes you get to carry her outta here. Restrain her, just in case." He ordered, strode over and collected the Jedi's weapon.
"Yes, sir," Boomer replied, with a change of volume nor emotion in his voice. So what, just because he was studying a Jedi, what was that suppose to mean? That he likes her?
He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and locked them around her limb wrists, he then place her on his back, her handcuffed arms around his neck, as to carry her out. He reclaimed his rifle as he stood up, the Jedi limb on his back.
Fitz and the Sergeant each carried a technician, while Patterson aided Adams, "Need a hand?" she joked, before helping him up.
Meanwhile, Shepherd led the survivors, one by one, onto the gunship, that would extract them to the safety of the Ark. As the men, woman and child strapped in, the Bothan's comlink beeped.
"Shepherd, we're ready to extract. Tell the pilot to fly to Capital tower C3," the Sergeant's voice ordered.
"Yes sir, we're on our way," he replied, as he related the order to the pilot. The gunship took to the sky and flew to towards the Capital.
Boomer grunted, trying not to fall behind, as they made it to the roof of the Capital building. As they waited for the gunship arrived, suddenly, behind them, zombies appeared, armed with blasters.
While they unleashed bolts of plasma, Wilson dropped the technician and lifted his shotgun, blasting one down, as two more took its place.
Patterson released Adams, who seated next to the two unconscious technicians, while she and Fitz joined the Sergeant. Boomer, however, took cover with them, he was not in any position for front line combat considering the "load" on his back. They would need the Jedi alive if they were going to need more help in the War.
The Twi'lek switched to flamethrower and roasted the nearest zombie, who caught fire and fell to the ground, burning.
Just as they were close to the edge, with luck, the gunship arrived just in time. The hatch opened, and the clone troopers, Waxier and Boil, aided with cover fire, as Adams gladly hopped on. Fitz and Patterson carried and passed the technicians to the clones, and leaped on.
Boomer and the Sergeant were the last to go, as they backed away towards the gunship, as the approaching zombies advanced. Carrying the Jedi, Boomer hopped in, awaiting Wilson.
The Sergeant turned to the gunship and jumped, as it took off. Once on board, everyone got into a seat. Boomer strapped the Jedi in the seat next to his, as he strapped himself as well. Patterson and Fitz stood, allowing the survivors a chance to sit, while Adams sat beside the wall, caressing his half-lost hand. The survivors on the ship, the three men, mother and child, and the four clone troopers all were relieved to be out of the hell they were just in.
Shepherd and Wilson, as the gunship took off, pulled out their cigars. With a lighter, the Bothan lit the both of them, and smoked their victory smoke. "All is said," the Sergeant grinned, examining the tube of specimens, "all is done."
To Darth Sith'ari: Does this chapter answer your question?
To Din: like I said before, they mysteriously disappeared. So, your idea about them join the Queen is possible, so I suggest you keep that in mind. Good guess.
To okami's princess: Does this chapter answer your question?
To Evil Tree: I know, the "emit a blade of lightning" is a way to describe lightsaber. Does it make sense?
Anyway, Review please. Any questions? Comments? Etc.?...
