Fan Fiction Universe Collision Part 3

Something had gone wrong with the Death Stars hyperdrive. What started out as a basic jump had sent the entire Empire's fleet into a galaxy they didn't know. Vader stood in the Death Star's control room. Watching as his underlings scurried about. All trying to figure out what had happened. Vader wasn't happy, he had an entire fleet to run and with it not in the galaxy the rebels could run rampant. No one knew where they were. Vader couldn't even feel where they were in the force. In fact, he didn't feel much with the force. It was there, but it was different. Something was wrong here.

The Milano had watched from a distance as a moon appeared out of nowhere. Flanked on each side by an entire fleet of ships. All five of the crew were in shock. They'd seem weird shit but this took the cake.

"Umm, Gamora, get a hold of the Nova Corp! We have a problem." Peter said as he slowly pulled the headphones of his Walkman off of his head.

"Will do!" She said slowly.

"Are those war ships?" Rocket asked.

"I am Groot!" The talking tree said.

Peter stood still. "We should probably get out of here."

On the deck of the Death Star Vader was growing impatient. Every second away from the galaxy is another second the rebellion could build.

"Lord Vader! There is a ship ahead of us!"

One of his underlings said to him.

"Catch then and bring them to me! They can tell us where we are!"

"Yes sir!"

The Milano had already started its attempt to run away. Yes it was fast, but the guardians ship wasn't fast enough. They'd spent too much time in awe. They hadn't noticed the TIE fighters flying straight for them.

"Peter we have enemy ships approaching!" Gamora said from her seat.

"Shit! Drax! Get on the weapons!" Peter responded.

"Why would I get on the weapons?" Drax asked.

"No I mean use the weapons you dimwit!" Peter shouted back.

It was then that something hit them. A perfectly placed blast. Their engine stalled. A TIE fighter had nailed it. The whole group felt as the tractor beam hit. The creaking of their ship as it was slowly pulled towards the Death Star.

"What do we do?" Peter asked.

Rocket jumped out of his seat and went flying to his guns.

"We need to get ready for a fight!" Gamora said.

"You want to fight an army?" Peter asked.

"We don't know who they are and they just disabled our ship! I don't think they plan on being civil." She responded as she reached for her sword.

"I am groot!" The teenage Tree said.

"He's right they could be cannibals!" Rocket spoke as he cocked his rifle.

"Cannibals aren't usually organized!" Gamora barked.

The ship fell silent as deck went black. They had docked. Vader stood silently watching the ship be pulled into the Death Star. He was flanked on either side by at least four dozen storm troopers. The Milano landed slowly. The ships stairs dropped slowly. Storm troopers waiting at the base of them. Weapons drawn, waiting for their chance to take the ship. That was when out of the darkness a silver ball bounced down the stairs. The storm troopers didn't get the chance to say much as five of them were suddenly consumed by a fireball.

"Take the ship! Anyone who survives, bring them to me!" Vader barked. He turned and started walking back to the deck.

Storm troopers flew up the stairway. Into the dark. The stormtroopers outside heard the sounds of blasters going off. Then a struggle. Followed by some shouting that they couldn't understand. The next thing they knew they were watching as two of their storm troopers walked a green woman, a tree-man, and a rodent. Out in cuffs.

"They put up a struggle! But we got em!" One of the stormtroopers said.

"You know what to do!" The storm trooper at the bottom of the stairs answered.

"Uhhh yeah!" He answered.

The storm troopers marched the prisoners towards the deck. Or to where they thought the deck was. Peter didn't know. He took off the helmet once they were clear of the rest of the troopers. They were in a long grey hallway. Which had been closed off by a doorway. Peter and Drax uncuffed the other three.

"Okay now we have to find another ship and get the hell out of here!" Peter said.

Suddenly the doors opened behind them. And a lone figure emerged. The whole team heard the breathing. The sound of the lightsaber igniting. Peter turned and saw Vader. Standing still.

"What do you want?" He demanded.

"You are now prisoners aboard this vessel. Surrender now and you will be treated accordingly!" Vader responded.

"Yeah umm no!"

With that Vader raised his hand. Peter shot up from the ground gripping his throat tightly.

Gamora looked at him in shock as Peter struggled to stay alive. She fished a knife from her belt and launched it at Vader. Who cut it in half with his lightsaber. Peter passed out. Then was dropped to the floor. Rocket opened fire with his rifle. As did Drax. Groot grabbed Peter and started taking him down the hallway. Trying to evacuate his friend from the situation. Desperately trying to evacuate his friend.

Vader was blocking the fire from the stolen blasters as he made his way down the hallway towards the team. He reached up his hand again. Using the force to drag Drax towards him.

"Rocket! Run!" Gamora screamed as she pulled her sword out.

Drax felt his windpipe being squashed. His feet had been lifted off the ground. He felt helpless. Before he knew it he was floating in front of Vader. Who shoved his lightsaber into the man's heart. Drax gasped. As visions of his wife and daughter started crossing his mind. He fell to the floor. Lifeless.

Gamora jumped over his body and brought her sword down hard on Vader. It met the crimson saber in mid-air. The locked for a split second before Gamora kicked him in the chest. Vader flew to his back, rolling across the death-star floor. She charged in and tried to shove the tip of her blade into his mask. But again he deflected it with his crimson blade then countered. Gamora was quick enough to dodge. But only barely as some of her hair was falling to the floor.

The two matched up blow for blow. Step for step. Both not being able to find a flaw in the others technique. The two locked blades.

"I sense a darkness in your heart!" Vader said to her.

Gamora strained against his blade. She wasn't sure how much longer her sword would hold. But she was determined.

"Use it!" Vader said sternly.

Gamora kept straining. She knew he was toying with her. But if her friends could get away than this would be worth it. She used all the strength she had with in her and pushed Vader backwards. The two separated and she came after him again. Using a barrage of sword attacks. Screaming the fiercest of battle cries that she could muster. Vader easily blocked them all. Without even flinching. Then, he raised his hand.

The next thing Gamora knew she was flying back through the hallway. Bouncing on the cold floor. Vader approached her. Saber in hand.

"You will tell me what I want to know!" He said.

She crawled backwards, "Or your boyfriend will die!"

She stopped when she saw behind the man. Groot and Peter were on their knees. Blasters aimed at the back of their heads. Peter was very injured. He was being held up by a storm trooper.

"The choice is yours!" Vader said.

Gamora looked around shocked. Until she saw the raccoon slip behind the men and open fire. The storm troopers collapsed. Vader turned quickly and launched his lightsaber at Rocket who dived and rolled under it. He shot back up and smiled. "You missed me you big ugly cyborg!"

The raccoon was right. He did miss him. But he did see the lightsaber coming back around. The next thing the raccoon knew he was falling towards the floor. He could see his headless body.

"Rodents!" Vader remarked.

Vader caught his lightsaber as Gamora struggled to her feet.

"Get him to the ship Groot!" Gamora shouted. Groot wrapped his tendrils around Peter. He started pulling him down the hallway. Dragging the man like a sack. He watched as the door came down. Vader and Gamora staring at one another.

Groot turned, tearful. He'd lost so much today. Now he had to get Peter to safety.

Suddenly, he was cut off by something. A man, clad in old blue and grey armor. Pointing a weapon mounted on his wrist at Groot. Groot dropped Peter. He wasn't going to let the rest of his family die here.

"I AM GROOT!" He snarled.

Flames suddenly erupted out of Boba Fett's wrist. Burning the tree to a crisp.

Two days later

Gamora woke up chained to a wall. She was half awake and couldn't make out her surroundings. Her vision was fuzzy. But she could make out an outline. The outline of the man chained to the wall in front of her.

"P-Peter?" She cried.

"It is him!" Vader's voice sounded.

"Now if you want him to live you'll tell me what I want to know!"

"I told you! I told you where you were. And I told you. I don't know how you get back!"

Vader got inches from her face. "Getting back is none of my concern anymore! What I want is the infinity stones."