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Chapter 11

Luke received the distress signal from outpost theta nine two and told them he was on his way. But before they could talk longer, the transmission was cut off with screams of fear and pain. Luke hurried his way there and saw the red mark that was once the outpost. Blood and gore were strewn about everywhere. Luke could barely make out the bodies. All he saw was what was once Rebel troops. Not even the vehicles were recognizable. Massive Juggernauts and walkers were left a smoldering wreck. Luke looked out into the distance and saw the same thing to the Imperial side. The gargantuan, six-legged AT-SHs were nothing more than ash. AT-ICs, AT-LCs and AT-AHs were even more so. Innumerable AT-ATs, AT-STs and AT-SThs all lay on their sides as twisted metal ruins. And the Imperial infantry suffered the same grisly fate as the Rebel.

Pools of blood ankle-deep lay in the trenches. If Luke hadn't gone through the Vong War, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stomach the sight and smell. As he walked slowly through the trail of corpses, Luke felt danger and malice. In no man's land, he saw dozens of pods. Some with lifeless weapons, most likely bled dry on ammunition, among other seemingly troop carriers. Luke saw massive beings in red armor with blood in their mouths. They covered the battlefield along with similarly sized beings in yellow armor. The ones in red had eight crimson arrows surrounding a green mouth on their shoulder and the yellow had the same symbol that Korra described over a week ago.

Luke could sense someone still around, but he couldn't see them. He wanted to see if turning his back and being seemingly distracted would draw them out. He activated his commlink and called the command center back at base.

"This is Master Skywalker. Calling from outpost theta nine two. Calling to report the status."

"Master Skywalker, we read you. What happened? Were they overrun by the Imps?"

"Negative. By my guess, the Imperials died first."

"The sector is clear of Imperials?"

"Yes. But it's also clear of our forces, too."

"Who killed both sides? Darth Malgus?"

"No. There is no sign of any Sith dealings. There is, however, corpses of the two sides that fought here."

"We have two new enemies?"

"It would seem that way. Though I only sense one side remains."

"Have you dealt with them?"

"No. They're sneaking up on me as we speak. I'll handle them. Do not send any troops in until you hear from me. If you don't hear from me...in say...two hours, reinforce the next defensive line with anyone and everyone you can get your hands on."

"If there's an enemy that you can't stop...how are we to win?"

"That's where you hope and pray that I win." Luke sensed movement twenty-five meters away, "Here they come! Skywalker, out!"

Luke turned and faced his foes with lightsaber blaring and ready to go. He saw over two-meter tall giants racing toward him. When they realized that he noticed them, they stopped and began firing. Massive slugthrowers and plasma weapons unleashed into the whirling and deflecting black blur that was Luke Skywalker. But no matter how fast he was to move himself or his blade, they were equally as fast to adjust their aim. The plasma weapons sent him skidding many meters back as, when there was one shot to intercept, three more would come after it. The slugthrowers were no less challenging. They came in swarms of hundreds and Luke would intercept dozens at a time as they exploded in his face. After the first ones ripped through his skin, he made sure to put up a Force shield when he went to block them.

Both Luke and his massive foes were slowly advancing on each other. He had no idea why they thought they could handle him in close quarters combat when he had his lightsaber. But he chose to not give way into arrogance and believe himself unbeatable. Neither adversary knew the other, so both came confident but cautious. Before they reached melee range, Luke heard the roar of jetpacks over the deafening noise of combat. Luke chanced a look at the sky and saw several enemies flying in the sky towards him. They had melee weapons ready to cut off his head. Luke did a backflip that sent him thirty meters away as the ground crumbled and bent over the impact of the creatures landing where he just was.

They ran screaming at Luke as their comrades ceased fire and moved up. Luke decided to let them come to him as he slowly backed away from the incoming horde, "For the Emperor!" They screamed at the top of their lungs. Right before they crashed into him, Luke noticed one of them place a small device a few meters away from the conflict. Four of them slashed at him with what seemed to be chainswords. It didn't matter much, as the blades were all cut at the hilt by Luke's green blade. That didn't stop them, as Luke realized he should've gone for the person wielding the blade. Before he could bring his blade up to slice his foes, they attacked him with their massive, power-armored fists. One of them broke his cheek. Another dislocated his jaw as another fractured it. The fourth broke four ribs. All before Luke could bring his lightsaber up less than a meter to cleave the four in half.

Luke counted himself lucky to come out of that mistake alive. If he were to slice the blade again, he had to make sure that it didn't stop with the weapons. It seemed that the enemy realized their mistake, too. They should've gone for the kill instead of beating him down. Though, with their strength, few people would've survived that assault. Only due to the Force and decades of training had he not panicked and reacted badly. The next group didn't seem to make the same mistake as their fallen brethren. Two came at his front as one came at his right, his left and his rear. Luke thought it was past time to show them his true power and danger. He sliced the one on the right from his shoulder to his hip. He continued his strike to cleve the one behind him in half from his waist. He made sure to put up an impenetrable barrier that the remaining three couldn't pass. He cut the one on the left's arm off and decapitated the next. Luke seized the last man with the Force and retreated. He brought him far away from the others as he ripped the man's helmet off with the Force.

"Who are you?" Luke demanded

"I will never talk to Heretic Scum like you!" He spat back

"You better talk or you face the same fate as your allies."

"The Adeptus Astartes knows no fear! And the Imperial Fists will shower upon you like an unstoppable fury of the Holy God-Emperor! For we are...the God Emperor's Angels! And nothing will stop the Imperium of Mankind! Not even traitorous, Heretic Chaos Scum like you! This planet will not stop us!"

Luke seized him further and grabbed him by the throat, "How many more of you are there?!"

"The Emperor's servants are unending! Chaos will never stop the rise of Humanity again! For every one you kill of us, thousands more will take his place! And millions more theirs! And billions theirs!" The man smiled, "You will burn, Heretic! As I will sit next to the God-Emperor on his Golden Throne!"

Luke frowned. Then he heard the roar of a jetpack behind him. He tried to let the man go and turn but the man turned his head and bit down on Luke's hand. Luke screamed as he reacted by slicing the man's head off. He quickly looked at his hand. His left hand's index finger was gone. And blood poured forth from the stump. Luke stopped the bleeding with the Force and tried to move out of the way as his danger sense went through the roof. But those few seconds of killing the man and looking at his hand nearly cost him his life. By some miracle, Luke moved far enough to the side that the chainsword didn't cut him in half. But it dug into his left shoulder and cut into his collar bone. Luke screamed in pain again and moved his blade behind him to cut the weapon. A part of it stayed in his shoulder, while the rest that the Astartes was holding, cut down Luke's back and niced his spine.

Luke used the Force to lift the man and hurl him hundreds of meters away. He knew the man would survive. That wasn't the goal. The goal was to try and buy Luke a few seconds to stop the bleeding. The sword was still in his shoulder doing damage. When Luke removed it, he saw a massive line of blood gush out. Before the first of it landed on the already blood-soaked snow, he stopped the bleeding with the Force. Luke was dangerously woozy. He knew that just the little bit that came out was near-fatal.

He looked out to the trenches and saw heavy weapons teams setting up their massive guns. But behind them, red warriors came out of nowhere and assaulted the others, screaming, "Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Luke knew that the ones screaming were more than likely to kill him, too. But hopefully, and Luke hated to hope for a being's death, they would thin themselves out and Luke could mop up any weary survivors. Luke paused and thought about that as he watched the heavy weapons teams turn around and unload at the bigger target. He was watching them spill more and more blood while he wanted to get in there and help. Luke didn't act on these desires as he knew that was the calling of the dark side. But it did puzzle him, however, Luke despised bloodshed. Especially bloodshed he caused. This seemed to be something viler than the dark side. But Luke didn't know what. Maybe he could ask one of the warriors when they finished butchering themselves.

The conflict didn't last long though. But it was costly. Only two of the three dozen 'Imperial Fists' survived. And they seemed wounded. Luke slowly walked over to them with lightsaber in hand but not activated. A third Fist flew over to the others. They turned and started firing at Luke. He had hoped that they would be willing to talk now. And his deactivated blade would cost him. Fourteen shots nicked him as they burned and flayed his skin. But one landed its mark and into Luke's right ankle. He collapsed on his own weight as Luke's enemies charged him. He only managed to get in a sitting position before they arrived. They had knives drawn the size of a Shoto blade fully extended. One slashed Luke from his left shoulder down to his right hip. Cutting his chest open and cutting and exposing ribs. Luke had tried to push them away before the strike but he wasn't fast enough. He used a powerful Force wave to throw the three back. Luke used the Force to stand and cut all of them in half from their armpits.

Luke stood shakily and breathing heavily while the sounds of battle raged kilometers away. He deactivated his lightsaber and activated his commlink, "C...com...command? Th...this...this is Master Skywalker. Outpost theta nine two has been recaptured. It...it's going to need to be scrubbed though. There's ankle-deep blood pools in the trenches."

"We'll worry about that, Master Skywalker. You sound like you need rest."

"And about a month in a bacta tank."

"We're sending troops and medical personnel over now."

"Don't bother with the docs. Everyone's dead."

"The docs are for you."

"Oh. Well, much appreciated. I think I'm going to lay down and sleep for the next few years."

"Copy that. Echo Base, out."

Just before Luke could do just that, his commlink beeped and he quickly answered it, "Master Skywalker."

"Luke?! He has us."

"Who has you, Mara?"

"Vader. He caught the Jade Shadow in his Force grip. You said to contact you before engaging him. And now that I'm feeling him, he's much more powerful than my Vader. I don't know if I can take him. And Asami here wouldn't do anything to him."

Luke chuckled, "I'm sure Korra would have something to say about that."

"I'm so glad your cheery attitude survived." Mara Jade-Skywalker said dryly.

"Sorry." Luke sighed, "Where are you?"

"Outpost gamma nine two."

"That's several kilometers from where I'm at."

"Well, if you could find some way to get you ass here, Farm Boy, that would be nice."

Luke thought about it, "I have one way to get there."

"Good. Use it. I'll try to hold him off and not die."

"If this works you won't even have to do that. Luke, out."

Luke shut off his commlink and focused on the Jade Shadow. He imagined himself there, standing on the nose of the craft. Luke really hoped this worked. He didn't want to die trapped inside of something. He'd never tried this with living things before or even this far before. As soon as he imagined a clear picture of him there, he used the Force. A loud, deafening boom erupted, as the displaced air reorganized itself.

Luke opened his eyes to a very surprised Darth Vader standing over him, "Hi." He said before he blasted him away with the Force.

Mara and Asami came out of the top hatch, as Mara exclaimed, "Where in blazes did you come from?!"

"Outpost theta nine two." He said with a smile.

"But-! Where?! How-?!" She took a closer look at him, "And what the blazes happened to you?!"

"Long story."

"That you will tell."

"Yes." Luke looked at Asami. Her head was bleeding slightly. Luke feared the worst, "How are you, Asami?"

"Better than you, I'd reckon."

Luke nodded. He felt Vader approaching. He turned back to Mara, "Get the ship back up and running. I think we're either going to need a speedy retreat or a speedy medical transit."

"Wouldn't one be the other?"

"No." Luke turned around and walked toward Vader. They stopped at five meters as Luke said, "Hello, Father. We meet again. In a new universe."

"Son. You've grown strong in your age. You even rival the Emperor! If only-."

"I'm not going to join you. I've come to defeat you and Palpatine. Unless you want to join me to defeat the Emperor?"

"You do not seem up to the task."

Luke noticed that Vader's armor had taken a beating, "Because we faced the same beings."

Vader was silent for a while as Luke readied for the fight, "It seems we can end this bout of pleasantries and commence with the fight you want so bad."

Luke didn't even see either blade ignite before red had crashed into green at the force of a bomb. Luke felt his ankle shatter, as the bullet wound proved devastating. He fell to his knees as Vader hammered at Luke's defenses. His body was protesting the use of his left arm badly. Luke lost more and more strength in that arm until it fell limp to his side. Vader seized the opportunity to bat away Luke's blade and grabbed his right hand and pulled. Luke shrieked as his mechanical hand was ripped out of his body.

Luke lay on his back with his right stump up to block Vader, "Now, my Son. Surrender or die."

Luke closed his eyes as he looked to be thinking, "I choose...life!" Luke threw every bit of power he had as a golden wave shot out of Luke's bloodied right stump and hit Vader. Luke stood and blasted Vader until Luke fell face-first into the ground.

Luke felt something ebbing. He wasn't sure if it was his consciousness or his life. Luke felt Mara's presence somewhere nearby. But that could mean she was in the same galaxy as far as Luke was concerned. He saw his body on Hoth and….

Luke gasped as he could still feel the horrifying pain that seemed to be his future. No matter his training, no matter his experience, he was having a panic attack about a vision so real he could still feel it. It took every ounce of skill to calm himself down. And even then it took nearly a half-hour. Once he had calmed down, Luke looked at the clock and was glad it was late at night. Then he looked to the medical center bed he was sitting next to. He saw his Mara back from the dead. He was so happy to see her when he found her. Luke sighed. He needed something to get his mind away from his painful, grizzly death.

Luke got up and went over to Asami's bed. She only needs to stay here this last night and Korra had chosen to sleep with her in a very tiny bed. He smiled at the sight and walked out of the medical center. Luke walked into the command center and went to the lead officer.

"Master Skywalker. You're up late."

"Bad dreams."

"Is there something I can do for you, sir?"

Luke thought about it, "Yeah. How are the defenses at outpost theta nine two?"

"Sir?"

"Just...humor me, please."

"Uh...let me check." The man went to one of the stations and asked about the seemingly pointless question. The officer returned to Luke and said, "Outpost theta nine two says everything is all clear and operational."

"Good, good. Thank you."

"Can I inquire, why you want to know about a small outpost?"

"Just bad dreams about that place."

"You...dreamt...of outpost theta nine two?"

"Yes...well...it's not the first weird dream I've had. But by far, the most vivid."

The officer looked around and asked, "Care to talk about it?"

"I don't want to bother you with it. Your job is very important."

"It's quiet now and the General said to help however you needed. If you need an ear because everyone else is asleep, I'm here."

"I don't think that's what he meant."

"No, but it'd make the night job less boring."

Luke shrugged, "Sure. Why not? I dreamt of my death."

"People dream of death all the time."

"But I can see the future. I predicted the arrival of Korra's and Aang's group."

"Okay. So you saw your death. I'm guessing it happened at outpost theta nine two?"

"Only kind of. I died at outpost gamma nine two. But got the near-fatal wounds at theta nine two."

"By who?"

"I don't know, to be honest. They said Adeptus Astartes and Imperial Fists. I think that the Fists are a branch of the Astartes."

"And what are they?"

"Beyond me. Beyond any super-soldier we have."

"So, we should be expecting them?"

"I don't know. I don't know if I saw the future or a future. But...I don't think there's a way to prepare for them. They decimated the heavy vehicles of the Empire and the Rebellion. Left pools of blood ankle-deep in trenches and made the battlefield soaked red."

"But...you stopped them?"

"Somewhat. I stopped the rest of them. There were two opposing factions of them."

"I see why you can't sleep."

"I felt like I was there! I felt the pain! I smelled the blood and gore. I tasted it! And after I woke up, I still can feel and smell and taste it. I've never had a vision so real before! And...I can't shake the fear I have from it! And that just terrifies me more."

"You're just human, Master Skywalker. Even with your powers and maybe because of them, you can still feel fear."

"I've trained my whole life to not feel fear or if I do, how to deal with it. And now...I don't know what to do. And I'm terrified!"

"I'm not much help there. I joined the Rebellion because of fear. And it's never left."

"Thank you for your time and ear."

"Anytime, Master Skywalker."

Luke left the command center and considered seeing if Han was awake to talk. He decided against it and went back to Mara in the medical center. Luke sat back down in the chair and watched Mara sleep.