Star Wars: The Clone Wars fanfic1

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

Worm Wars

Trailing back into the pipes of the coolant system, and then prowling into second line, Fitz keep his pistol twirling around his finger as he prowled through the thick liquid. Sure, while the knowledge that he was taking on the position as live bait should have frightened him, he was more concerned with poor Adams. The ordeal he was endorsing was worse than falling face first into a pile of bantha manure, and you could trust him when he says that is not a pleasant experience.

Fitz came to the end of the pipe line, now within visual range of the entire lair of the Queen, and within enough range to spot the Sergeant and the Professor getting closer to the restrained soldier. Wilson looked at him, nodding to him to signal him to make his move, and so... he was more than happy to ably. He bent down and picked up a skull, restraining the urge to vomit from the very thought, and tossed it at the worm-predator, of which was in front of the brainwashed Jedi.

"Hey!- Fish baits!" He called, getting their attention, "Guess who's on the menu- and it ain't dirt or dogs!" He gave them a funny face, fired both pistols twice into the ceiling, turned, and ran for it.

All of the Geonosians, clones, worm-predators, and even Barriss took the bait and charged after him. Most, if not all, of the Queen's minions had left to chase after the cowboy, giving the Sergeant and Doug just the opportunity they needed to get Adams out of there. Wilson broke from his hiding spot and sprinted over to the monarch's tentacles.

He examined the militia marine in the tentacles restraints, one of their tips still digging through his mouth. His eyes were closed, pinched hard as he could almost see blood seep from his eyelids. He could hear small groans from him, groans of pain that would beg anyone for death. The Sergeant unsheathed a knife, placing it underneath the tentacle in his mouth. If he was going cut it off first and see to the rest of him, he would need to hurry it up, because once he started, the Queen will take notice and alert her minions to his position. Either way, this was not going to be easy.

With a well cut through the section of the tentacle, he freed Adams, catching him before he could fall to the hard, not warmed temperature floor. Unfortunately, by cutting him down from the Queen's hold, the monarch insect screeched in pain, alerting the Geos who have not left of his position. They spotted the two rescuers and began to pursue them, limping towards the Pantoran and Ugnaught. While the Sergeant removed the tentacle from the concussed marine's mouth, Doug cursed at the insects and squeezed the trigger, launching a fifteen bullets per second spray that tore through the zombified bugs.

As they fell to the floor in multiple pieces and blood, the Sergeant wrapped Adams' arm around his neck and wrapped his own arm under his armpit, as he carried the stunned soldier out of the lair, and as far away from the monarch as possible. While the three made their way back to the entrance of the pipe system, where Ahsoka and Boomer waited, the young mercenary provided cover fire for Doug, the Sergeant and Adams with his assault rifle. He shelled a few approaching bugs, watching them explode into blood and insect parts, as Wilson finally reached their position.

Once they, he carefully handed Adams to Ahsoka who, although smaller than he was, managed to hold on the tips of his feet. Boomer reloaded his weapon and ran beside her, while the Sergeant covered the rear of their formation. At the moment, their rescue was almost without problems, now that they had gotten Adams with them, the last task that remained was to rendezvous with Fitz and retreat out of the lair.

Speaking of Fitz, the marine sprinted through the fluid of the pipe, he did not bother looking back to check if the zombies were still chasing them, he could hear the screeches of the Geos, the moans of the limping dead clone troopers, and the snarling of the worm-predators. To now, the liquid was growing thicker and harder to run through, it was like walking through a tar pit, more or less.

He ran as much as he could, and he could have sworn that the minions were out of sight, which would give him an opportunity to leap to the right and elude them. However, due to an undetected object within the coolant warming liquid, he tripped over the object and fell face first into the liquid. The marine propped his hands onto the bottom surface of the pipe and pushed himself up, bring his head out of the thickness.

He spat out the awful tasting substance, cursing at himself, "Dang it all!..." However, he felt a small, circle-object underneath his palm. He took hold of the object and raised it from the substance to get a better observation of it. "Oh sweet, a nickle."

Suddenly, he heard the minions coming closer and faster than he thought they could limp, and seeing as though it would take a little too much time to jump back to his feet and run for it, he crawled over to the side of the pipe and buried himself within the thick liquid, just as the Geos and clone troopers came into sight.

He lowered himself and held his breath, keeping half his head above above the liquid to keep watch for them. They appeared and strode through the pipe, he was actually quite surprised by how many had taken the bait, even the Jedi was leading them to hunt him down.

Fitz watched as she walked past him, not even taking a notice to his head floating above the coolant warming fluid, followed by three dead walkers. The worm-predators and Geonosians crawled along the sides and ceiling of the pipe, a foot brushed against his head and carried on, not even stopping to observe him. Obviously the coat of coolant liquid had camouflaged him, none of them could see him, and this was an advantage.

After a long minute, Barriss turned to all of the dead and undead troops that followed her, she spoke some words in a language he could not understand, obviously talking in "bug talk," she ordered them to retreat to the Queen's lair, the monarch was in trouble. As they turned and left, now leaving him all alone and with the perfect opportunity to escape, Fitz took it and began to crawl through the coolant liquid, hoping to rejoin with the others at their rendezvous.

Hey all, sorry it's been a while since I updated this story, I've been preoccupied with Lockout, I have just introduced the main monsters of that horror story, and am planning how Sly and the Cooper Gang are gonna get out of the weapons factory alive. Anyhow, updating will still be a little bit slow, for I have a small case of writer's block, but I will try my best not to leave you all in suspense.

To Lefty Blondy: Thanx, I was actually hesitating on how to end last chapter, some way that was appropriate, so I just went with the phrase, "Chin up." Do you think I could have done something different?

To KittyCaterpillar: He's not as angry with her as he was earlier, but I can't say the same thing about the Sergeant.

To sandman7734: Well, I have not gotten that question, but I don't think I can go along with that idea, given the face that Boba Fett is still a kid around eight or ten years old, I'm not sure if he'll be as awesome as he will be when he becomes a bountry hunter. Sorry. But I did get a small, random idea...

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