Its chapter 2. I don't own halo or star wars. Enjoy!

Commander Nolan fired his DC-17m blaster rifle as he and his battalion of Republic clones troopers fought for survival against the Empire.

"Imp on the right!"

Nolan whirled around in the thick lush green forests of Allderan and fired his blaster at the Imperial Trooper. The white soldier fell as the plasma burned through the plastoid armor that all clones wore, with different variations.

"Fall back! Fall back!" he shouted as the rest of his troopers fell back to protect the last of his valuable armor convoy. He had been ambushed while taking a serious gamble on whether he could break through their lines. He knew there was going to be an ambush; the terrain was in a perfect position for one. It was either go through…or turn back and die fighting. Though he had broken through, he lost about 24 men, and an old ATRT.

He needed to keep moving; otherwise his battalion would be overrun.

"Sir, incoming IMPs!"

Storm Troopers were well equipped with a higher armor density and toughness then the Phase II armor of the classic Republic Clone Trooper. But not even these could protect them against the onslaught of fire they unleashed.

His clones used the DC-15A or DC-15S; both had the same fire power and range as the other one. The S however was shorter, had a bigger punch upon its blaster bolts connecting with their target, and therefore and effective airborne weapon. Neither of these alone had much effect on the Phase III armor of the Imperial Storm Trooper….but multiple carbines were a different story.

They dropped like rocks off a cliff. However, as one fell, a red plasma bolt rang out and hit a Republic Trooper in the leg.

"ARHHG!" the trooper cried out and quickly fell on the floor in pain.

Nolan quickly switched his DC-17m to his left hand and threw the solider over his right shoulder.

"LETS MOVE!" he shouted as his team scrambled to keep up with the convoy.

Suddenly he saw a large form flashing it laser cannons and taking out two of his men.

"OPEN FIRE! BUT DON'T STOP RUNNING!" he yelled firing his blaster at the Imperial chicken walker.

The Imperial Walker was unfazed by the blue storm of plasma that impacted against its armor as it cut down another trooper, blowing him up in the process.

Then there was a flurry of twin green blades as they sliced through one of the legs of the gray walker.

Being that the cut was at an angle, the walker's upper leg slid off the lower leg and collapsed into the ground with a fiery explosion.

"Hurry Commander, we don't have much time. Retro is having problems at the front, and Fire Squad cannot protect the convoy's flanks for long." He heard over the comm.

Nolan turned to see, in his perspective, the last Jedi in the entire galaxy.

"I'm on my way Ahsoka!"

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Adams, back in his quarters, looked at his wrist watch.

Twenty hundred. Time to wake the ship. He thought as he started putting his standard issue ODST armor.

Ever since the war had ended, all marines were equipped with wrist shields, being easier to produce than the ODST's full body shields. The wrist shields were similar to Jackals, except that the color and shape were different. Instead of an oval, they were more of a square and colored green to signify UNSC personnel. ODST's been also equipped with these, but rarely used them since they relied more on their full body shields for protection.

Other than these, nothing has changed much. The Master Chief has now become a legend. Most people thought he was dead, while others thought he might still be out there among the stars.

For the Sangeheli, they all believe the Chief is alive, and are freely going about searching for him throughout the galaxy.

Adams, after putting on his gear, made his way to the bridge and activated the alarm.

The sound was the classic, loud and blaring sound that was commonly used to wake up trainees during Basic Training courses. Hoping that hearing something familiar, the troops would get right to it.

His hunch was correct. While the aliens did not respond as fast, the Marines, ODST's, even his father, snapped to their positions, quickly suiting up for combat, battle stations, whatever they did.

Minutes later, his father walked into the bridge.

"Officer, that was a dirty trick you pulled." he said in his deep gruff voice.

He then grew a devilish grin on his face.

"I like it, son"

Adams smirked, as he looked at his father he couldn't help but wonder what was going on through the old ma's mind. The Captain wore the same standard issue Officers uniform that was used by every body that wasn't a full fledged fighting unit. The old man had no topside hair on his head, but he did have a thick, gray, beard that sort of made his face longer, probably to even out his to squat like looking face without it. he looked like the captain that had seen hell and brought back a souvenir. he had green eyes that looked full of life, yet had a sense of fore boding on them.

"I knew that you couldn't help but rush after hearing the alarm. But it got the crew up didn't it? And look where we are." said the captains son.

Captain Cursk looked out the viewing glass on the bridge, only to see the familiar blackness of normal space, and there below them was a green and blue planet.

"Were here," he said.

That's when he heard the beeping. The captain glanced down to the ships motion trackers, only to see three huge contacts coming around on their port.

"Bah, I knew it was too good to be true." said the Captain.

"Their hailing us dad." said Adams.

"Open a channel, this is a first contact priority and we must be careful, so just in case get everyone to their battle stations."

A holo-projection screen popped up, showing a Navy Commander, with an eye patch over his left eye.

He had one of those faces that looked like a criminal, with a pointed nose and a thick chin; he obviously had no heart, in a manner of speaking.

The captain gasped.

"You're human."

The foreign commander looked unsurprised. "You speak Basic?" he said with a stale tone.

"You speak English? How is that possible?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, nor do I care, I am Imperial Commander, Halsen Fringler of The Emperors Fist, and you are in Imperial controlled space. Now prepare to be boarded."

"I don't think so 'commander'. Cause if you don't back off, well use our 5 'super bomb's on you and blow you to smithereens."

The Captain had a smile that practically stretched his entire face.

In truth, it was a bluff. They didn't bring any nukes. Adams knew that his father could never fail with a bluff. He made it so convincing that the enemy had to believe he was telling the truth.

But instead, the Imperial laughed.

"You're pathetic. You actually expect me to believe that you have bombs capable of taking out Star Destroyers? Prepare to die." He then cut the channel.

"Adams, get the ship on a course with landing on the planet below." yelled the shocked Captain.

Their ship slowly turned to the plants surface and ignited the after burners, boosting the ship to just under Mach 1.

Adams and his father held on for dear life against the G's of their speed as they sped towards the planet.

"ADAMS," his father shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Get to the troops and prepare for landing,"

"But father, I can't leave yo-"

"THAT'S AN ORDER!"

Adams looked at his father, wishing that there was some other way… but he knew better.

Once the G's had died down a bit, Adams turned and sprinted to the hangar as fast as he could.

While running he tap his wrist watch, activating his comm.

"This is UNSC Warrant Officer Adams Cursk. All units move down to the hangar. We are going to have an emergency drop. I'll explain everything later."

He turned the Comm off as several troops exited their quarters. He knew that there was at least an entire battalion (85-255) of troops of all races friendly on deck.

He also knew what the Captain was going to do. He was going to drop them off and attempt to shake the Imperials.

How did he see through my father's bluff? That impossible! He thought. But he shook his head. No time to think about that now, he had to focus on staying alive.

Once he had reached the hangar he saw several troops, some standing there in confusion, while others worked hard on an Elephant and two tanks, one Wraith, one Scorpion. There were also several Warthogs, Mongoose', Revenants, and Ghosts. In the upper parts of the Hangar, a Falcon and Two Hornets were being refueled, while three Banshees floated in mid-air awaiting their next orders. Four Pelicans and a single Phantom were also being refueled.

Tsu walked up to him from amongst the crowd.

"My friend, what is going on?"

"Unidentified targets are attacking the ship, I'll explain on the trip."

"Son," called his father over the comm," are you ready?"

"Yes sir."

There was silence as crews scrambled around the hangar.

Then the ship slowly came to a stop.

"Good luck son,"

The hangar on the ship slowly descended to the ground, and once the deck had reached the ground, the troops piled off it. Adams the turned back to see the ship lift off and take to the skies, with the enemy cruisers in hot pursuit.

There were a lot of mountains in the area, and they had actually been dropped off pretty close to one such mountain with a cave large enough to hide his company.

Adams picked up a MA5-C assault rifle, loaded a magazine into it, and shouted "Let's set camp in that cave over there."

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Ahsoka watched the newcomers touch down and unload, while their ship had taken off and speeded away in pursuit of three Imperial Star-Destroyers. He did not recognize their armor or their writing on their armor. They looked human, at least some of them did. Others looked like tall walking armored tanks, and there were some that looked reptilian some wielding strange looking light sabers. And stranger still, some looked like birds whilst the smallest of them all looked too squat and small to be any threat, and they had special triangular gas breather on their backs.

She still hadn't the slightest idea of who they were.

It had been five years since the downfall of the Republic.

And now….these new comers come.

Commander.

Ahsoka turned to one of her best and creepiest friends.

"Retro the Shadow Trooper."

Even though his face was covered by his helmet, she knew that there was a trouble look on his face.

Shadow Troopers were an elite program made by the Republic long ago. They were very few in numbers, and they made Imperial Dark Troopers look like child's play.

They were usually quite demonic in nature. Back when the Republic was at war with the CIS, Shadow Troopers, to some extent, were independent of the military's control.

They literally let them run amok, as long as they didn't cause too much trouble with civilians. Because of their power, they were trusted with high ranking missions and it was their choice to assist or not. And when one Shadow Trooper went rogue, they sent Anti-Shadow Troopers, which were actual Shadow Troopers, to kill the rogue.

It was rumored that they could kill you with their stare. The only chance you had of living is if a Jedi was guarding you. And even then that was not a complete guarantee. It seemed like nothing could kill a Shadow Trooper, except a Sith Lord of course.

Shadow troopers were twisted troopers that were given highly specialized armor or 'Plates' that could take the appearance of anyone he scanned with them. The armor could also allow the user to 'Phase' or transform into a ghost. While in this form they literally had all the advantages that a ghost would have and they could 'Phase' back to their physical form anytime they wanted.

They usually carry the DC-19 Y, with a fifteen RDS clip, Tebian gas cartridge. This rifle shot invisible rounds that could be seen only by the Shadow Trooper himself. This rifle was extremely powerful, either used on semi auto or two round burst, this, put together with their gear, powers, and personality made the Shadow Trooper a walking death machine.

Ahsoka was thankful that he was on their side. Any reasons that he wanted to stay with them he kept to himself.

"What's the situation with the convoy?"

Safe.

"Good, how many casualties?"

Twenty seven.

"Fierfeck."

Ahsoka then glanced back to the newcomers, who had already taken up a position in the cave.

"I'm going to be gone for a little bit. You're in charge until I get back."

With that Ahsoka sprinted towards the mountains, hoping she could draw out their leader for a talk.

Yes most of you have noticed Ahsokas back. You'll have to stay tuned in to find out how she lived. And what will Retro do while she's gone? Will the UNSC and Unity of Species become good friends with the Republic?

What will the Empire do next?