Star Wars: The Legend of Zelda

By: padawan

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. That, and everything from the movies belongs to George Lucas. I do own Sarden, and the rest of the crew of the Insidious, however, because I created them. I don't own The Legend of Zelda either. That belongs to Nintendo.
Chapter 3: Evasive Maneuvers

Jaina ran towards him, her two younger brothers running beside her. They ran, and as they got closer, he realized that he was moving. As he looked around, he was on a flying datapad, with wings, and a tail fin, flying over the skylanes of Coruscant.

What's going on here? He thought.

As he looked behind him, he realized that he was now in his apartment. The furniture was walking around, and the windows had become talking bridges connected to various café's, mostly for Gamorreans, or Bothan's. He saw

C-3PO come flying out of one of the café's for Bothans, a glass of Corellian Ale in his hand, and stop next to him.

C-3PO opened his mouth to speak, and…

Wait a minute. Threepio can't open his mouth. He's a droid. Nevertheless, Threepio opened his mouth to speak, but instead of words, a loud consistent ring came out of his mouth. Han Solo watched as Coruscant dissolved, along with C-3PO.

Han opened his eyes.

The first thing he realized that the ringing sound wasn't coming from Threepio, but from his own ears.

Second was that it was getting harder and harder to breath. The Falcon was losing atmosphere.

And third was that Chewbacca was no longer in the cockpit.

Han stood up, and turned towards the back of the cockpit. He began to walk towards the open door. Open door? It's supposed to stay closed…

He could hear the ringing getting softer, which meant that the Falcon had almost fully depressurized.

Han took one last shallow breath of air, and held it in.

A blue flash of light suddenly stung his eyes. The emergency personal shield had kicked in. It would keep him from being killed in a vacuum, as long as he had oxygen, which, at the moment, was somewhat lacking.

Han was down the corridor, and almost to the lounge area, when he had to let out his breath, and when he couldn't take another one, fell to his knees.

What a way to go. Helpless in your own ship. Han thought. Black spots began to dance around his vision, and his arms had begun to feel heavy.

Something grabbed his shoulders and shoved a breather to his mouth.

Han gasped at the precious oxygen, and turned his head to see Chewbacca, with a breather of his own.

"What happened, Chewie?" Han said, between breaths, into the built in comlink in the breather.

Chewie growled, and pointed back towards the engines.

"Main power's out? How? Is that all?"

Chewie growled again, and propped Han up against the holographic game table.

"The ion flux stabilizers. Great. And I know you don't know. It was a rhetorical question. But that's why we have a spare. But first we need to patch that hole. How big is it?"

Chewie growled nervously, and the color in Han's face drained away.

"The concussion missile tubes? We armed those missiles before we flew into that vortex." Chewbacca howled an affirmative.

"Well, we can't sit here forever. I wanna see that hole." Han got up, and went to the missile launcher access hatch, and stopped short. The access panel that had previously been there was gone, and three concussion missiles could be seen off of the racks. Han could see blackness past the concussion missiles.

"Chewie, where are the stars? What did you do?" Chewie howled indignantly.

"It looks like one of the missiles flew off the rack, and exploded prematurely. We're lucky this is all we lost. I'm going out there to check it out." Chewie grunted. "Stay here and get main power back up." Chewie growled, and shook his head.

"Fine, have it your way, but it ain't my fault the repairs take twice as long." Han stepped through what would have once been the missile access hatch, and pulled himself out to the hole that had been torn in the ship, careful to avoid the loose missiles.

"It looks like we're not going to be able to use the concussion missile launchers any time soon…" Han easily pulled himself up, due to the zero gravity. "And the upper quad is going to need major repairs. It looks like two and a half of the laser cannons were destroyed. And the sensor dish is gone…again. Ever since the original came off when Lando was flying, it's never been the same." Han turned his head left towards the cockpit. He could see parts of the long-range sensors dangling in space, connected to the ship by a few wires. "Long range sensors are also going to need some work."

Chewbacca howled, and pulled Han back into the concussion missile launcher tube.

"Hey, what gives? Chewie let go of me!" Chewie released Han, and pointed out into the blackness. Han followed to where his partner was pointing, and sucked in his breath.

"This makes things interesting. How did an Imperial Star Destroyer end up here? From the looks of her, she's as bad as we are. Maybe worse."

Dark spots lined the hull of the once pure white ship where turbolaser cannons had exploded. Han could see where a proton torpedo had detonated prematurely, leaving a gaping hole in the tip of the star destroyer. One of the circular shield generators on the top of the destroyer had exploded, and pieces of it dotted the blackness around the bridge area.

Chewie growled, and Han saw the TIE Interceptors flying in formation around the destroyer.

"Their weapons must be offline. That's what Imperials are trained to do. Deploy a fighter squadron for cover until weapons are working again."

There was a flash on the side of the destroyer, and Han could see the white armor of stormtroopers come flying out of the newly created hole.

"I have a bad feeling about this. Something must've gone wrong inside there. I don't wanna be around to find out what, either. Chewie lets go. You patch up the hole here. I'll head back to the engines, and try to get main power working again. We've gotta get outta here before that Destroyer sees us."

An hour later, partial power had been restored, but the Falcon was still floating in space, with no way to remedy that. Chewbacca had managed to temporarily patch the hole, and Han had gotten life support working, but the temperature controls were offline, and there was still no gravity. If it weren't for the personal shields Leia had insisted he buy, they'd have been dead long ago.

After getting main power working, Han's worst fears had come true. All of the systems in the Falcon had been damaged. The hyperdrive probably wouldn't be usable until Han could get outside the ship on the surface of a planet.

The upper quad laser was as good as gone, with the potential of only one of the four laser cannons working, and that at forty-one percent, with a little work. Concussion missiles were worse than Han's original guess, and they looked as if they wouldn't work again until Han could get to a shipyard for repairs.

He had also replaced the damaged ion flux stabilizers, but they were useless without sublight engines.

"Alright Chewie, try it now!" Han called into his comlink. He felt the deck under his feet begin to shudder, as the engines came online.

"Chewie, we've got it!" Chewbacca's victorious howl came back over the comlink.

Han had just floated out of the service area he'd been in, replaced the floor panel he'd been working under, and turned to go, when the panel flew off in a shower of sparks, and the lighting went out. The rumble in the deck also stopped.

"Great Chewie. Shut it off." The red emergency lights came on, and Han saw smoke rising from the floor. He turned back to the service area and pushed himself back down into it.

"Chewie, get the lighting back on. I can't stand the red."

Thirty-seven minutes later, Han was ready to try again.

"Chewie, try again. Slowly this time." Han once again felt the deck begin to rumble, but this time, there were no sparks, and the rumble was replaced by a whine that was normal in this part of the Falcon.

"I think its working Chewie. Do we have maneuverability?" Han headed toward the cockpit, where Chewbacca waited. Chewie's growl came over the comlink.

"Good. What are the sublight engines like?" Chewie growled again.

"Sixty-three percent? Not bad. Not enough to outrun an Imperial Star Destroyer, but not bad. Get down to the lounge."

When Han got to the lounge, Chewbacca was already waiting for him there. "Chewie, get to work on the short range sensors. We'll need 'em if we're going to go up against a squadron of TIE's. I'll work on the lower quad guns and see if I can get 'em working. After that, we're outta here." Chewie grunted affirmative, and they headed off to different parts of the ship.

An hour and a half later, both Han and Chewbacca had managed to repair the sensors and the weapons. The upper quad gun still had only one of the laser cannons working, and the lower gun was only operating at fifty-seven percent.

"I don't know where we're going. We'll just fly somewhere. I don't even know where we are." Chewie grunted something and Han turned to him. "It's not my fault! I didn't know what that void thing would do! At least we…"

Han was cut off by a shrill ring from the board.

"Look's like that destroyer is working again. They're coming toward us. TIE's incoming. Chewie, get down to the lower quad and try to fight 'em off. I'll see if I can outrun these guys."

"Sir, there's another ship off the port bow. It's Corellian. Heavily modified YT-1300 Transport. Its transponder code identifies it as the Millennium Falcon. Sir, that's Han Solo's ship."

Dalton smiled. First, he gets put in command of a Star Destroyer, and second, he has the chance to capture Han Solo, hero of the New Republic. "If the same thing that happened to us happened to Solo, he doesn't stand a chance. Plot an intercept course, and order Avenger Squadron to engage at will. Tell them we want Solo alive. Low yield weapons only." Dalton's smile grew as he saw Avenger Squadron's TIE Interceptors streak away, and felt the Insidious begin to move.

"Are turbolasers operational yet?" Dalton asked a lieutenant in one of the bridge crew pits.

"Aye, Sir. They came back online not long ago. Shall I power up?"

"Yes. Power turbolasers, and ready what proton torpedo launchers we have. Inform all hands to prepare to engage. And call him. He'll want to see this."

Han winced as another green blast missed the Falcon by centimeters. "Chewie, you've gotta do better than that! Their shots are getting more accurate!" Han put the Falcon into a barrel roll, and saw a TIE explode in a ball of flame.

"Good shooting Chewie!"

Han looked at the board, and saw that the Star Destroyer was coming closer. His thoughts turned to one time in particular that he had outrun an Imperial Star Destroyer. Two actually.

Are you kidding? At the rate they're gaining…

Flying through hyperspace ain't like dusting crops, boy! Without precise calculations we could fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova and that'd end your trip real quick!

"Those were the good ol' days…back during the Rebellion…no politics." Han glanced down and saw that the Star Destroyer was getting closer, and the TIE's were right on his tail. He had an idea. "It's good enough for me."

"Chewie, I'm going to try something! Aim the gun straight ahead, and hold on! Fire on my mark!" Chewbacca growled something. "I know they're behind us! Just do it, furball!"

Han accelerated the Falcon as fast as it would go, and as the TIE's sped to catch him, he spun the Falcon in a complete one hundred-eighty degree turn.

"NOW!" Han yelled into the comlink. He watched as the TIE pilots were caught unaware, and three of the five exploded in a flash of yellow light.

"Good shooting, Chewie! Lets get outta here!" Chewbacca growled a question. "There's a planet ahead. It seems to be largely rural. No space traffic that I could tell. Long-range sensors are offline though, so we can't really be sure. But it's gotta be better than this!" Chewie howled, and began to fire the quad gun again. He growled a question. "Trust me. I saw it during the fighting."

Han looked, and saw that the TIE's were still incoming. "Chewie, get down and try to fix the shields! We're not going to last much longer! I'll control the gun from here!" Han flipped a switch, setting both the upper and lower quad gun to automatic, and heard the rumbling as they both began firing, the upper less than the other.

"Chewie, when you're done there, work on the engines! We need more power!" Han looked down, and realized that the Star Destroyer was in range! "Make it fast Chewie! That Star Destroyer's gonna be breathing down our neck in just a few minutes!"

Han pushed the Falcon to its limits, and saw the red emergency lights flash to life as the engine began to overheat.

"Chewie, faster!" Chewbacca's agitated growl came back, and Han saw a green laser blast fly past the Falcon's cockpit. "I don't care if you have to singe all your fur! That Star Destroyer's firing at us!" Chewie's response bellowed from the speaker. "Shields! I said shields, you fuzzball! Worry about the engines later! Get the shields working!"

Han spun the Falcon in a barrel roll, and watched as green blasts of energy flew through the ship's previous location. "That was too close! How's it coming, Chewie?" Chewbacca growled, and Han put the Falcon into a string of evasive maneuvers.

As the Falcon came out of the last loop, the Star Destroyer stopped firing. "Chewie, they've stopped…something happened."

A proximity alarm began to blare on the wall next to Han.

"Oh no! Chewie, get those shields up fast! Proton torpedo incoming!"

Han scanned the torpedo, and saw that it wasn't powerful enough to destroy his ship, just enough to disable the systems that he and Chewie had gotten working. Han realized that whoever was in charge of that ship didn't want him dead, they wanted to capture him.

Alive.

"I just got this bucket of bolts working again! I'm not going to let them tear it apart!"

Han put the Falcon into even more complex maneuvers, trying his hardest to avoid the torpedo.

He had an idea, and put the ship on automatic evasive maneuvers, as he got up and floated to the gun well. Han climbed down to the lower quad gun, and searched for the torpedo. He saw it streaking through the blackness towards his ship. No you don't! He brought the torpedo into his sights, with some difficulty as the ship continued to spin and turn in attempts to break the torpedo's lock, and pulled the triggers.

A salvo of red energy flew out at the torpedo, and Han saw one of the shots hit it head on. The torpedo exploded, and was replaced by more green blasts.

Han climbed out of the gun well, and floated his way back to the cockpit.

"Chewie, how are those shields coming?" Chewbacca howled back over the comlink, and Han once again began to put the Falcon into evasive maneuvers. "Just hurry! The Star Destroyer is using more of its turbolasers, and they're getting more and more accurate. And we have those TIE's to worry about!"

The TIE's had pulled back as the torpedo had come closer to the Falcon, but now they had returned, with reinforcements.

Han once again pulled the Falcon into a loop, and felt the ship shudder as a blast from one of the TIE Interceptors connected with the aft end of the ship. Sparks flew from the navigator's panels, and Han saw on the board that the navi-computer had just gone down. Oh well. We didn't need it now, anyway.

Chewie's victorious roar came over the comlink, and Han powered up the deflector shields. They came online as one of the blasts from the Star Destroyer connected. The shields absorbed the blast, as Han put the Falcon into another barrel roll.

"Good job, Chewie! Now go get me more power in the engines!"

Han could see the planet he had spoken of earlier begin to grow outside the cockpit. Around the planet, stars began to appear. A moon hung in space over the planet. The nightside had no visible lights, proving Han's earlier guess about rural being correct.

"Chewie, hurry on the engines! We're almost there!"

"Sir, Solo's ship is heading towards that planet! He may reach it before we reach him. May I suggest we destroy him?"

Dalton turned. "Your suggestion has been noted, but continue with your present orders. More speed if possible."

The dark man turned to face Dalton. "No, let them go. We'll catch him later. I need time to prepare before we go to that planet."

"Yes, sir. Lieutenant, recall Avenger and Green Squadrons. Helm, turn us around. Take us back the way we came. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the detention center. I have a prisoner to see."

Tycho Sarden had been placed in detention center of his own ship. I can't believe this. My ship has been taken over by a Dark Jedi, and my crew has followed him. Sarden felt the deck beneath his feet rumble, and realized that the Insidious was firing at something.

After a few minutes of firing, the turbolasers ceased, and Sarden felt the launch of a proton torpedo.

This ship must be in real bad shape if I can feel that over here. I wonder whom they're shooting at? Whoever he is, I hope he blows this ship away. The ship and all of its mutinous crew!

The turbolasers began to fire again, and then stopped. Sarden felt the ship begin to move again.

Where are we going now? That Jedi probably put Dalton in charge. He must be loving this. When I get my hands on him…

The cell door opened, and Dalton walked in, flanked by two stormtroopers.

"Sarden, I wish to have a word with you."

"Speak of the devil. Do I have a choice?"

"No. First, I want to say that I'm sorry about this, but those who don't agree with him must be punished. You're lucky I didn't have you shot.

"But I'm here to give you a second chance. Agree to follow him with the rest of us, and I will give you back full command of the Insidious."

"Under him, right?"

"Of course."

"I have some questions."

Dalton smoothed his uniform. "I'm sure. I'll try to answer them."

"How did a Dark Jedi get aboard, and why is everyone following him?"

"My, Sarden, you are uninformed. He's not a Dark Jedi. He's not even a Sith! He's more powerful than both! Probably both together! But we both know that would never happen. And he won't tell us anything about himself. I believe that answers both of your questions. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Who were you shooting at just now?"

"I figured you'd ask that. We were shooting at Han Solo. Or at least his ship's transponder code identified it as the Millennium Falcon. He flew like Solo as well."

"How did Solo get here?"

"Probably the same way we did. But enough questions. About my offer. Do you accept?"

"No. I will never serve under some Dark Jedi wannabe. And as soon as I get out of here, I will personally see to it that you are killed."

"I figured that's what you'd say. Oh, well. Enjoy your cell. You'll be seeing it for a while." Dalton turned and left, along with the stormtroopers, and the cell door slid silently shut behind him.

Authors Note: Reviews are appreciated, along with comments, good or bad. 