(A/N) SO THE LAST EPISODE OF DOCTOR WHO WAS... I DON'T REALLY HAVE AN OPINION ON IT. I WOULD SAY IT WAS GOOD BUT THE PLOT TWISTS I DON'T THINK WERE NECESSARY. ANYWAYS I'M STUCK AT HOME BECAUSE OF WELL YOU KNOW. SO I HAVE MORE TIME TO WRITE FANFICTION SO YAY. APOLOGIES FOR THE TWO MONTH DELAY. FROM NOW ON I'LL PROBABLY RELEASE ONCE A MONTH OR MORE. THIS WON'T TAKE PLACE AFTER CHAPTER 2 IT'S JUST GOING TO SHOW WHAT'S HAPPENING IN ANOTHER PART OF THE WORLD. ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN STAR WARS OR DOCTOR WHO. DOCTOR WHO IS OWNED BY THE BBC. STAR WARS IS OWNED BY DISNEY. RATED K+ FOR MILD VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE AND THREAT. PLUS SOME LOCATIONS IN THIS ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL AND DON'T EXIST.
3 DAYS AFTER THE CRASH - CHARLIE OUTPOST - KEREKISTAN
Kerekistan. A nation torn apart by corruption and war. The sun burned through it's inhospitable desert where people fought and died for power over these empty wastes. It was the afternoon in the country.
Charlie outpost wasn't a large military base. The area was built mainly of tents, crates and a communications tower in the middle. The flag of Britain waved on the side of the base.
A man with shaved hair wearing a military uniform came out of a tent. He looked to be in his mid 30s and had a goatee. The soldier smiled as he looked at a picture he held
"What's with the look, Corporal?" Asked a soldier sitting on a crate, he was a black man in his late 20s with had a black skull tattoo on his neck.
"Just excited to see my kids soon, Dylan." He replied.
"You didn't tell me you have kids."
"I just never brought it up. They're twins." He showed the picture to Dylan. It was a younger version of the Corporal with two kids beside him, they were wearing swimming clothes.
"You seem to have the life back home, sir. What are their names?"
Before the Corporal said anything, something large flew over their heads. It made a noise loud enough to catch the attention of the entire outpost.
"What the hell was that?!" Shouted a soldier.
"Right. Dylan, John, you're with me!" John came up to the Corporal holding three assault rifles in his arms. He was in his early 20s and had blonde hair. Dylan and the Corporal equipped the weapons. They went off.
The squad arrived at what seemed to be where whatever the object was crashed. What they saw shocked them, it was a space shuttle but it looked alien. It had two wings on the side which were positioned upwards to the short spire at top. It had a greyish colour with red linings all over it. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about it's a republic shuttle). The bed of the ship was open and out came two troopers wearing white armour.
"What the hell is that?" Asked John.
"It's aliens," Dylan replied. He got dumbfounded looks from his comrades. "Oh come on it's obvious! It's not the first time I've seen an alien too!"
"Wait you've seen an alien?" Questioned John, thinking Dylan to be insane.
"Yes! Everybody has! How have you people forgotten?!"
"That's enough, Private," said the Corporal, "I'm going to make contact with them. You two watch my back."
"Yes sir," the Privates said in unison. The soldiers went to make contact. As they got closer the possibly alien soldiers took notice of them. Their helmets had a H style visor on them except it was all stretched out and pointy.
"Identify yourselves!" One of them shouted, they had an Australian or possibly New Zealand accent. This didn't give a wonder in any of the Brits' eyes. They both aimed their guns at them. In return the Privates had their guns aimed at them too.
"I am Corporal Thomas Wright of the 103rd Infantry. You mind telling me who you are and what you're doing here?" said the Corporal.
"The name's Sergeant Bull of the 231st Space Corps of the Galactic Empire. Beside me is Private Sixes."
"I told you they were aliens!" Dylan exclaimed.
"Shut up, Private! Let me handle this!"
"Anyways... our business here is that we're searching for two fugitives," Bull held out a pad which turned on a blue hologram. The hologram showed two children in their early teens wearing robes. "Have you seen any of them?"
"What have these people done to make them fugitives? They're just kids."
Sixes came into the conversation, "They are members of the Jedi order, enemies of the galactic empire. That's all you need to know."
"Men lower your weapons they aren't a threat to us, so you can lower your weapons." The British soldiers holstered their rifles and so did the alien troopers. "You're not going to find children looking like that around here or in even in this country. I suggest you leave."
Bull put his fingers to the side of his helmet, "What was that? Yes. I see. Acknowledged sir."
Suddenly, Bull shot Thomas straight in the gut, he fell backwards. The Corporal groaned in pain. John and Dylan's eyes widened in shock, before they could do anything the soldiers were shot aswell also falling to the ground.
"Sir, what was that about?" Sixes asked confused.
"I was ordered to execute the individuals."
"They weren't even a threat!"
"It's mean to be a warning to the fugitives, if they don't surrender themselves we'll hurt more people."
"That was really unnecessary."
"I just do my job. Here's a bit of advice, don't question orders." The troopers left for the shuttles and took off.
It had already been a few minutes since the aliens left. Dylan's eyes shot open. His vision blurred and part of him was aching. The soldier could barely move, when he did it felt like his muscles were ripping apart. He looked down at his stomach, he couldn't see it but there was obvious bleeding near his guts.
Dylan looked over at the Corporal. "Sir?".
"Private..." The corporal said, he was barely alive.
Dylan struggled to get up. "Sir, are you alright? Can you move?"
"Private... I-I'm not going to make it."
"Yes you are. I'm getting you out of here."
"Y-you asked me earlier the names of my kids." Thomas coughed hard.
"That's not relevant right now. You're going to make it."
The Corporal said in his dying breath, "No I'm not... their names... Roy and... Rosa."
"Corporal. Hey don't die on me. Thomas!" Dylan shouted.
SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT. IT'S MEANT TO BE A FILLER BEFORE THE REAL THING. I APOLOGISE IF YOU WERE DISAPPOINTED IN THIS CHAPTER, IF SO THEN I HOPE THE NEXT CHAPTER YOU'LL PROPERLY ENJOY. STAY SAFE FROM CORONA FOLKS!
