Star Wars: The Clone Wars fanfic1

An alternate ending of Episode 8, Brain Invaders, my favorite episode...

Worm Wars

They descended down into the torn open hole in the grate floor, now traveling among the warm liquid of the disabled coolant system, which now brought the whole cargo ship to a humid state. Now that they were walking through the circulation system that could cool the ship, it was over the usual limit of providing the necessary heat to any passengers or TB-73, it was more of the necessary heat to hatch an egg. This could be a revelation to the team of mercenary commandos, if it was this humid throughout the coolant system, then perhaps it was possible they were about to uncover the source of their current problem on this vessel.

Each step after step feeling more slowly than the last, Ahsoka was beginning to resent this armor she had been convinced to wear. Sure, she knew there was use for the gator around her neck but the large boots, the shin guard trousers, and the full torso protector was just too heavy. And with the exception of the Professor, whom she had to carry with her since no one volunteered to take him off her back, she felt weighed down. She was more use to traveling with light weight on her back, only her own, she was not use to traveling with such heavy armor, plus she found it rather pointless if you were on the run from something or trying to move fast to rescue someone.

But the over-weighting body armor was not the cause of the heavy heart she was baring, it was actually the silent Boomer, whom have not said a word to her after he had awaken from Mendoza's mind redemption trance. She knew she had made a mistake in trying to enforce him to agree with her refusal to accept her lightsaber, and she was still ashamed for nearly destroying his mind without awareness of the damage she could have done to him. However, he was never so silent, or that much dedicated to try and ignore her, this was a side of him she had never witnessed.

The team prowled further through the pipe system, an increase in the heat and humidity appeared to take place, and they all took the opportunity to wipe away the perspiration. It was definitely warm enough to shelter something involved with the Geonosians, perhaps a supply of eggs were burried deep within the ship's reactor and coolant system, there was nowhere else more suitable for egg care, as well as the source of all these seemingly unlimited worms and bugs.

Upon arriving at the end of the pipe, now leading to the reactor that powered the coolant system, they stopped and hid by the corner to observe the room. However, as soon as they glimpsed at the array, never mind make a full observation, the sudden realization came to point out that there was much more worse than new and recently discovered creatures of the whole worm horde, because they were in visual range with an even larger bug with six limbs, a large sack underneath its body, and a crown-shaped head- the Geonosian Queen.

All around the reactor room, the Queen sat upon her throne, as over hundreds of eggs littered the ground all around her. She was not alone, her minions, zombie clone troopers and Geonosians, were collecting and organizing the eggs into small piles, read to be carried off to other destinations. In front of the Queen, Ahsoka could see, a brainwashed Barriss stood listlessly to attention, but slouched slightly from exhaustion. Next to her, two Geonosians tossed a certain mercenary- Adams -to the ground.

He propped himself up, suddenly freezing at the very sight of the Queen, but he quickly shook away the fear, scurried to his feet, and attempted to make a break for it. However, a group of worm-predators dropped in front of him, forbidding him to leave. They snared and growled at him, and he slightly backed away, before an unexpected force of levitation grabbed his form and lifted him in the air as Barriss tossed him back to the Queen.

Karina the Great caught him with a single tentacle, which easily tied up and restrained her prey from any movement whatsoever. The crowned insect held Adams closer to her face to get a better look of this peculiar creature, whom had come upon to their destruction. Obviously, she had already known he was apart of the Crusaders, the paramilitaries that resisted her reign, and she was not at all pleased to be introduced to such a soul. However, perhaps she could peer into the mind of this inferior being and find where these resisting sentient were hiding.

Another tentacle appeared and approached him, Adams struggled, trying to break free of the imprison he was in, but could not prevail. The tentacle came closer and began to slither into his mouth, he tried to scream in pain, but the tentacle muffled his voice, blocking any calls for distress. It was now snaking thin into his head, as he was pulled over to her left for later business, his body becoming more limp and motionless.

Unfortunately watching from their hiding place, Fitz nearly gagged in disgust, "I hope that's not the royal treatment."

"Fascinating," Doug exclaimed, adjusting his glasses as he observed the Queen, "This certainly explains a lot. This ship must have been moving with having to take any stops to collect more cargo and invest the entire galaxy. An unlimited egg supplier. It would be a small victory to acquire one of those egg specimens, as well as a piece of the Queen if we can."

"Never mind the specimen, we need to get to Adams," the Sergeant replied, "but we'll need a distraction... something fast and loud."

With those two recommended qualities, everyone slowly turned their heads to Fitz, who indeed had both qualities. The cowboy anxiously looked at all of them, before finally understand the live bait job he was about to perform.

To KittyCaterpillar: At first, I thought about trying something funny by breaking the fourth wall, but I decided just to stay serious to the plot. Yeah, it's the Queen on her throne! How do you like that?

To maidance: Don't worry, I won't judge you for being crazy, I'm a little crazy myself, but in my opinion, what people call "crazy" is really just another word in "creative." And by coincidence, I'm feeling a bit under the weather too, but I'll be alright.

Lefty Blondy: Still have hope for Adams?

Anyway, Review please. Any questions, comments, etc.?