Author's Notes. Alright, I am back! I said I would be back, didn't I? I always return! Actually, I was going to post last week, but I decided not to. The reason is because I decided to switch a couple chapters about. You see, the chapter that was supposed to be in place of this was was... Well... Really boring, frankly. More stage-setting. I decided that we had had enough of that for the moment... And so here is the replacement! We haven't seen the Inquisitors in a while, and so they are back now with an action-packed chapter! Now, before you are served this exciting chapter, give me a moment to answer reviews.
To Vibrant Sound: Thanks for your feedback! Oh... And sorry about the portal gun incident. I got quite a few complaints about that. It was a mess. But hey, at least it wasn't an invisible Gravity Gun. That could have ended a bit worse.
To AntiVillain1: Hey there! Glad to hear from you again! And yes... Xavier ended up exploding his own ship. Generally a bad idea. Especially when it technically isn't even your ship.
To SuperVegito33: Okay! I thank you for your feedback anyway.
To Russet Burbanks: You know, if you really think about it, all the things Richard always is just STUFF. But really "cool" stuff. Like blowing up a moon. And killing stuff. A WHOLE lot of stuff.
To madmanwithafork: I would suggest paint, but then you would have this massive pile of same-colored objects. Just don't choose neon yellow. It's a horrible color in my opinion. You know what? Water is a better idea, though I am sure some of the stuff is too glossy for water to cling to it.
To FocusedStream: Yay! Brag to the rescue! Good old Brag! We've always known for him to be rescuing ponies and stuff. Well, if we had known him for more than one chapter, that is.
I appreciate all your feedback about "The Salient Link" v.s. "Still Mountains, Silent Valleys." I will begin working on a new chapter of "The Salient Link" as soon as I can. Keep an eye out for it! Right! I think that is all I have for the moment! Now enjoy my newest chapter!
Dimension: Star Wars
Planet: Belya, White Dwarf System just off the Inner Rim
Specific Location: Valley of Iron Whispers
Time: 3956 BBY; Three days after Summer and Lyric ventured into the Southern Jungle.
Blue stood at the ridge of a deep valley that stretched out before him like a bowl. The sides were high and rocky, but the land beneath was even more desolate. An ancient city lay before him, a wasteland of rubble and skeletal structures. However, despite its inhospitable looks, the filthy streets thrived with life. Imperial Troopers, the lackeys of the Sith Empire, patrolled the streets. Sith lords were there two, standing sentinel upon the ruined structures, looking over their outpost deep within the empty world. War vehicles of all sorts stood by along the perimeter of the city, like beasts just waiting to be awaken from a deep slumber. The sky was partially blocked out by a Dreadnaught, hovering low in the skies.
"Harold has gotten himself quite the protection here, planning a meeting with the Sith Lords," muttered Sunflower, checking his Sniper Rifle. "Are we going to wait until he exits the central building to take him out?"
Blue continued to stare quietly at the city. In the center of this dead dystopia was a massive domed building, blackened by hellfire. Most of its walls had collapsed, but where one wall had fallen, a dozen armored vehicles or weapon emplacements had taken its place. Lights flickered from behind crumbling windows. It was no doubt a meeting place of sorts. "No," said Blue after a moment. "We strike now, but we do so quietly. We need to kill Harold as he is having the meeting. There is no other reason for him to dwell here otherwise, and could simply teleport out without ever giving Sunflower a clear shot."
"That's a plan I can deal with," said Dark in his gravelly voice. He unshouldered his tri-barreled rocket launcher and snapped his fold-up hatchet back to his hips.
"I will go down the center. Dark, you will give me support until I have passed the city perimeter," said Blue. "When I have exceeded your spectral visual range, join me. We will traverse the rooftops."
"That will put you in direct contact with the Sith lords," commented Sunflower.
"They will be easier to kill than Imperial Troopers," replied Blue. "Sith fight with blades, not guns. They cannot best us, and they will each individually believe that they can fell us. It will not be until it is too late that they will realize that they cannot, and that they should have signaled for assistance. The Imperial Troopers are too clustered and will think upon raising the alarm immediately. Now, Sunflower, you will do as you will. Ensure clusters of hostiles are no more than four men thick before we engage them. Carve us a path through the rooftops as you are able."
Dark strolled to the rocks that lined the lip of the bowl-like valley. He proceeded to lie prostrate, with his rocket launcher pressing firmly against the side of his helmet. His HUD rippled as he brought up the rocket launcher battle systems. "I'm ready. Oh… And they have a force-field around the city."
Blue began to walk, almost nonchalantly, towards the lip of the valley as well. "Will that stop your missiles?"
Dark settled down even more. "No."
Blue didn't respond. He paused in his walk for a second, and then rushed the sheer drop from desert to valley down below. He fell. As he did, he folded his arms close to him and preformed a slow, deliberate flip as he positioned his legs beneath him. However, as he struck the ground a kilometer below him, he went into a roll immediately. It was timed beyond perfectly, and almost no sound escaped aside from the gentle scrape of earth and pebble against armor. Before he even came out of his roll Blue had his sword drawn. He dashed toward the perimeter of the city, passing through the force-field soundlessly. The distance between the sheer cliff and the first large building closed swiftly. As he drew closer, Blue looked up at the edge of the first target building. A large gun emplacement (similar to a plasma-hurling flak gun) stood sentinel upon it. Blue prepared to call upon Dark, but his comrade was ready.
A missile silently hissed from the rim of the valley far behind him, passing the jogging Blue in an instant. Just as it did that, Blue leapt high into the air, filling the vision of the Imperial Trooper that was manning the gun. The soldier was about to cry out in fear, but it was too late. The missile struck a nanosecond later. The weapon detonated, sending out a quiet shockwave. An instant later the wave of energy froze and then imploded without a sound, killing the solider in an instant and compressing the whole of the flak gun into a space the size of an electron. Not a second later, Blue landed, the tip of his armored boots landing on the edge of the crater created by the imploding missile. Blue continued to move. A turret was to his left, but Blue did not stop, instead bearing down on a nearby Sith. The turret turned to fire upon him, but was gone – destroyed silently by another one of Dark's missiles – before the soldier manning it could consider firing or calling for help.
The Sith, however, noticed Blue a second later and did not call for help. Instead, he hissed as he activated his blood-red lightsaber. Blue leapt in the air, his sword-arm rearing back to drive the sword downward. In a millisecond the Sith raised the blade, flashing it forwards to prepare to block the clearly signaled attack. That was exactly what Blue wanted to do. Moving with a speed that could be matched by no Jedi, Blue's other arm flashed forward and his wrist flicked downward. The wrist blade shot forward, and rammed into the forehead of the Sith. The entire body of the hostile disintegrated a couple seconds later as the blade of pure Imagination seared his flesh into non-reality.
Blue landed without breaking the pace. A second Sith suddenly leapt down upon him from a raised platform to his right as yet another rushed him from the front. The alarm had not yet been raised yet though; the assailants had not yet determined the threat level of this invader and were clearly underestimating him.
Blue went into a slide. His sword-arm (his right arm) rocketed outward, hurling the blade. The Sith motioned to use the Force to blow it aside, but the blade rammed into his chest anyway, killing him and pinning him to a wall. Inquisitor blades were immune to all forces enacted upon it aside from the ones that the bearer gave it. The other Sith did not falter in his mad rush, lightsaber held high. Neither did Blue. But just as the two met in the middle, the Sith leapt high, his lightsaber shrieking down to split Blue's head. Blue dodged to one side (still not changing speed) and grabbed the Sith's foot as he moved. He hurled the Sith to the ground in front. The Sith flipped to recover expertly, but the wrist blade found his stomach just as he landed. He disintegrated. A second later Blue's blade returned to his sword hand like it was drawn by an unseen force.
Blue looked to his left. Dark was running alongside him now on a different rooftop situated a dozen meters above and to the right. A Sith assaulted Dark, her blade flickering back and forth like an angry wasp. Delicate and deadly to the touch.
Dark just punched the Sith. The punch came with such force that the Sith's chest caved in and her body practically folded in on itself. The head snapped free as the spine came apart like cottage cheese, and her limbs flailed like a ragdoll's. The Sith didn't even fly backwards, the force was so great. She simply fell apart in place. Dark drew his hatchet a second later and jumped from his rooftop to one below. A group (seven) of Imperial Troopers were below on that rooftop below, rebuilding a damaged Imperial Shuttle. Blue glanced in Dark's direction but said and did nothing. He had warned against confronting a group of Imperial Troops, but Dark knew what he was doing.
Dark landed on the target rooftop, rolled, and leapt up. He hurled his hatchet, and the thing punched through four troopers before burying itself in the side of the shuttle which skittered a whole couple meters backwards from the sheer force of it. The three surviving troopers whirled to aim their weapons on him, but Dark was upon them before they could even sight him with their blasters. Dark grabbed the first one by the neck and used him as a flail against one of his comrades. He struck the two together with such force that their bones shattered, killing them both instantly without causing either to fall off the rooftop. The final one still hadn't fired a shot, and never would. Dark seized his hatchet from the side of a shuttle and spun. The blade of the weapon hit the trooper with such force that it was like cutting melting butter with a hot knife. The trooper just came apart, like the first Sith he had fought that day. Dark glanced above him at the rooftop he was approaching. A Sith stood there quietly like a vulture, looking down upon him. Their eyes locked, and then the Sith turned, almost sluggishly, around. He was going to raise an alarm and he was still too far away for Dark to break him apart with his fists. Or so the poor Sith thought.
"Not on my watch," muttered Dark. He hurled his hatchet. It arced high in the air, and curved around the lip of the building in an impossible manner. Well… It was impossible to everyone but an Inquisitor. Dark was upon the building a second later, and he didn't even stop running to inspect the Sith the hatchet had sliced clean in two.
"Burn in hell," whispered Dark as he pulled the hatchet from where it lay buried deep in the metallic rooftop where the Sith's head used to be. As he made it over the top of this building's roof, he noticed that there were quite a few hostiles around him and Blue, who was half a kilometer ahead of him… But all of these enemies were dead… Either piles of ash or lifeless corpses with neat holes punched in their heads. Sunflower was at work now, ensuring they had enough time to clear out any additional imposing forces that blocked their path to the meeting room where Harold was supposedly.
"Stupid Sunflower, taking all my kills," snarled Dark. He actually changed direction to where another group of Imperial Troopers were prepping a set of flak guns slightly to his right. Needless to say none of those hostiles would ever finish their work.
Kill counts were the last thing on Blue's mind, however, as he closed in on the central building. The alarm had still not been raised, but suddenly there was even more resistance. For the first time since the attack, Blue stopped his running.
Seven Sith stood quietly in a line, waiting for Blue at the end of the rooftop that Blue was currently standing upon. The roof was wide and made of rusting metal, circular in nature, like an arena. The Sith activated their lightsabers in unison, and began to move to Blue's position, slowly circling him. Blue didn't hesitate. He drew his Inquisitor Blaster in a blur and fired upon three of them. These Sith only had time to twitch before exploding in violent deaths. Blue was simply too fast for him, and he had no interest in honor of combat. They were dead, they could not judge him.
Three of the four remaining Sith hesitated, but the last Sith that had begun to approach Blue from the front initially did not back up like the other three did.
"You must be the leader of this rabble," said Blue quietly. "I respect the hate and ruthlessness you must have had to exhibit in order to land yourself a position as lieutenant of this outpost in the inner rim… But you will fall. You cannot stop me."
This Sith said nothing. Instead he nodded to his compatriots and the four attacked in unison, like a well-oiled machine of death.
Blue shot to his left dodging and ducking under the first three attacks from the nearest of the three Siths. The fourth Sith jumped in, and Blue grabbed his lightsaber hand with incredible speed and then struck him across the face, snapping his neck. The remaining three attacked again with blurring speed, goaded on by their leader's courage. They were the Sith, they would not bend to this invader. They were faster than fast, more dangerous than a lightning strike, but sadly they all moved in slow motion to the Inquisitor. The third Sith shot in like a tornado, but Blue could see each of her perfect, well-trained moves being telegraphed like a rookie's. He grabbed her hand, and crushed every bone in that appendage to dust. She would have cried out in pain if Blue had not shoved her own lightsaber down her throat at almost the exact same time. Blue whirled in place smoothly like a danger, hurling the gutted Sith at the Sith leader, who leapt high in the air to avoid it. This left Blue alone with the other remaining Sith for a couple seconds. That was all he needed. This Sith shot forward and jabbing his lightsaber swiftly and then withdrew, careful not to expose too much of himself. Sunflower blew his head off from somewhere in the distance. This dead body hit the ground even before the Sith leader had recovered from his leap to avoid the thrown corpse of his comrade.
The Sith leader, even now, did not seemed too phased. He was a true fighter, and Blue respected them. He did not respect him enough to not have his teammates unceremoniously stab him in the back as they fought naturally, but now both Sunflower and Dark were occupied, so it was down to the Sith leader and him anyway.
The Sith danced forward; his blade a blur. Blue feinted forward, cut back, and stepped in close. Blue then dodged under the lightsaber as it swept above him and then slid backward to avoid a downward cut. Blue followed this up by jumping upwards to spin into a recovery to the rapid slide, purposefully exposing his back as he pretended to telegraph a back-handed slash coming out of his spin. The Sith lord flicked his blade forward to skewer Blue. Blue suddenly kicked backward halfway through his spin, passing by the jabbing lightsaber with such speed that the Sith could not even think of recovery. By the time the Sith attempted to sweep the outstretched blade to bisect Blue, it was too late. Blue grabbed the Sith's arm and rammed his exposed shoulder into the Sith's chest, practically ripping the hostile's hand off and sending it and the lightsaber flying away. Blue dodged around the shocked Sith and then severed the Sith's hamstrings cleanly. Then, in the same move, just as the Sith crumbled to his knees, he gently drew his blade across the Sith leader's throat, slitting it. He died just as his bloodied face struck the metallic ground.
By this time Dark had caught up. He leapt up from a rooftop below to land beside Blue. His dark armor was covered in blood. The Imperial Troopers he had encountered clearly had been killed in ways far more painful than a simple throat-slitting. Dark turned to look at the central building, its domed roof sloping high above the tallest of the skyscrapers. He glanced at Blue.
"The alarm was never raised," said Sunflower over the coms, answering the unsaid question with confidence.
Blue sheathed his blade and flicked out his wrist blade. This could fell and archangel, so it must be capable of felling a strange, god-like, Imagination-controlling human like Harold. Dark pulled out his tri-barreled rocket launcher again. Blue would handle any being that came in close contact with them. He would ensure anyone that would attempt to aid Harold would breathe their last the second they thought to lend assistance. The entered the building through one of the many large stain-glass windows set high in the dome. As the approached the colorful glass-like barrier, Blue telepathically activated a device. He and Dark began to shimmer and they passed through the window like ghosts. They returned to their initial tangibility on the other side and found themselves on rafters high above the ornate stone floor far below. Harold was strolling down there, side-by-side Sith Lord Darth Malgus. A cloak of purple and black aside a cloak of red and black. However, Harold looked like a specter, with his face utterly invisible under the shadows of a hood that swirled like the mists of a foreboding island. The usual.
"I don't understand what you want, Lord Harold. You have been speaking veritable gibberish since we met here today," said Malgus impatiently. "You know the position of the war. A stalemate. There have been no true advances in many a month."
"That would explain why there is no pizza around here. Are your delivery shuttles stuck because of these stalemates as well?" snorted Harold, sounding a little smug.
Malgus narrowed his eyes at Harold. "Since you arranged to meet with me, Lord Harold, you have done nothing but spout utter nonsense. There is no reason for you to consider meeting me… Unless…"
Malgus froze up as it dawned on him. Was Harold stalling? Was this an assassination of some sort? He quickly tapped communication situated on his wrist. There was no reply. He did again, and again, and again. Fourteen. The fourteen Sith that he had brought with him were gone. All of them. Malgus whirled on Harold, ripping out his lightsaber and activating it in a harsh, but calculated, movement.
"It's a trap. You're here to kill me."
"You have no idea how much irony there is in what you just said, Malgus. Why would I want to kill you? And why do you think I'm with the three beings that killed your Sith?"
"I never said three anything. You've slipped, and you've condemned yourself to death, Lord Harold."
"I also never said that my 'slipping up' was meant for your ears, Malgus."
Harold was backing up as he talked, getting as much space as he could between him and Malgus. Of course he was sounding quite calm, but that was because he was Harold. In his mind he was staring down a blind, obese quadriplegic who was threatening to take his life with his own hand.
Malgus never replied. He hurled the lightsaber. Harold saw it coming and stumbled backwards, the blade narrowly missing him. Malgus leapt high in the air and caught his thrown blade and landed, his blade flashing backwards for Malgus to deliver a killing blow.
Sadly for Malgus, this whole performance took a second too long. Harold snapped a finger. A massive shockwave rippled through the entirety of the building silently. Malgus simply dropped to the stone floor. Blue raised a fist to get Dark's attention. If Malgus was dead then the entirety of the Star Wars dimension would almost immediately erupt into cataclysmic chaos as the universal timeline thrashed and frothed in pain as it reorganized future events. Then Blue saw it: Malgus was unconscious, in a deep sleep. Harold hadn't killed him. Then Blue remembered Harold's motives. He was after the Inquisitors. There were few collateral deaths. People only died by Harold's hands if they got in his way, and he always made it look like Blue's call…
Blue snapped out of it. He could not let his past actions… The actions of the OLD Blue… Get in his way. He was August, he was the NEW Blue. He could take down Harold while the old one could not. He would prove it here and now. Like a ghost, Blue stalked the rafters above Harold's head. He was so stealthy that not even the most expert assassin would not know they he himself was being tracked. Dark took up a position giving him a clear view of the only exit. Anyone entering through there would be dead in an instant.
Harold tapped Malgus with a foot. Then he pulled out a small communication device. He tapped it a couple times and held it up. He was making a call. Blue waited. If there was some information he could glean from Harold before killing him, he would take a chance.
"Yo! What's up? Yeah, I'd like four pepperoni pizzas. One for me… And one each for my friends Blue, Dark, and Sunflower. Yeah, we are having this huge party at Belya, in the Valley of Iron Whispers in the Star Wars dimension. We're all here hanging out together, but I think Blue thinks he's Batman or something weird. Must be the hunger. I suggest you get here quick. What's that? You don't deliver anywhere outside New Jersey? That's too bad. Is this a prank call? No, no, no… Well, yes. To an extent. I'm really only doing this to let Blue now that he's not hiding very well. His signature is here, so I can feel him even if I cannot physically see, smell, or hear him. What? No, I'm good. Chao."
Harold put the communication device away. He paused, and then turned around. Blue was standing directly behind him, a couple meters away, staring at him. Blue had jumped from a height of 100 meters, and had landed without a sound upon the stone floor.
Harold raised a hand. "Hey Blue! How are-"
Blue pulled out his blaster and shot at Harold without saying a word. Harold actually jumped in shock, but he had already surrounded himself with his cloak. The bullets ceased to exist as they struck the barrier. Harold stumbled backwards and tripped over the unconscious body of Malgus. He fell flat on his back, but then quickly jumped up and recovered.
"I'm okay! I'm okay… Yeah…"
Blue slowly holstered his gun. He stared at Harold quietly.
"So what now?" he whispered. "Are you going to flee again? Are you going to run like you always do? We will follow you if you do."
The cloaked Harold shrugged. "I dunno really. I was thinking we could chill here a bit. I mean-"
For the second time Harold was interrupted. But this time it wasn't from Blue flat-out assaulting him. It was from Sunflower. Sunflower fell from the rafters, as silently as death. He landed directly on top of Harold and he, with Blue's wrist blade device firmly in hand, drove the Pure Imagination blade deep into Harold's skull.
Harold screamed. It was high-pitched and pitiful, like a wounded dog as it is being eaten alive by a larger animal. Strange. Then he collapsed.
"Quick, his face!" This was August had ever shouted since he had become Blue. He dashed to the dissolving body and ripped off the cloak that was now smoking as the Imagination that had clung to it like an extra layer of cloth dissolved like the body it protected. Blue flicked the hood back and saw the face.
The victim was a dark green Twi'lek. A non-human alien species native to the Star Wars dimension. This was not Harold. The Twi'lek's eyes were tinged the same purple as the way his cloak had been. His mind had clearly been under the control of Harold. But now his eyes that reflected his mind-controlled soul disintegrated like the rest of him. Blue sighed quietly in disappointment, a feeling that an Inquisitor almost never felt.
"This wasn't Harold. This was a decoy. That would explain his odd scream, and the way he stumbled about," Blue said.
Sunflower sighed as well as he tossed back Blue's wrist blade. It jumped and snapped to Blue's wrist like it had a mind of its own.
"Harold in cleverer than we previously thought," murmured Dark, annoyed.
"Right you are, Dark!"
A voice came out from nowhere. It was Harold's. The shadows to their left, just by the entrance, darkened and corrupted Imagination seeped from the darkness like a sickening mist. All three Inquisitors fired upon the shadow. Sunflower fired his Sniper Rifle. Blue shot his Inquisitor Blaster. Dark hurled a volley of rockets. All of their offensive projectiles simply vanished into nothing before they reached the shadow, as if nothing had ever been shot in that general direction in the first place.
"Well! What an odd way to be reunited! I must say this about you all though: You are decisive. Most heroes just stand back dramatically as they take in the horror of my trickery with faces twisted in shock and dismay. Soap-opera quality really. But then there are you guys: I say hello and you all immediately shoot at my face. Whatever. Oh, another thing: Nice trick with Sunflower and the wrist blade! Good idea. Really good idea. You just forgot that I never come in direct contact with any of these dumbbells. Too much of a chance to take."
Blue holstered his Inquisitor Blaster again. "Now what?"
"I'm going to give you guys a little mission: You see, I have a neat plan to get my revenge all retro-style. However, it requires this awfully pricey and ancient tablet thingy that is hidden deep within the Skylock dimension. I've already sent a bunch of Dimensional Traveler dudes – The Catalyst Corps, I believe – to retrieve it for me, but now I am giving you a chance to stop me!"
Dark actually laughed out loud. "You sent DIMENSIONAL TRAVELERS after this artifact? And now you are setting us against them? What thinks they stand a chance against us? And how do you know that they will not simply aid us in destroying this tablet artifact when we encounter them?"
Harold chuckled. "I don't! But this plan is of no consequence really. But there are some really unique attributes that the Skylock dimension possesses – which is why I don't retrieve the tablet myself, you see – and so it will give me great joy to see you all jump through hoops like trained monkeys to foil me. I mean, you all were jumping through Sith-shaped loops to get to me earlier today, right?
Dark whipped out his hatchet and snapped it into its ready-position. He took a step forward menacingly, but Harold just laughed.
"Watcha gonna do, Darky? Hit the shadows with your axe and scream 'Here's Johnny!'?"
Dark shook his head. "I'm going to hit the shadows with my axe and laugh as it actually splits your physical skull open."
Harold's laughter stopped. There was thirty seconds of silence. Finally Harold said: "Yeah, I have nothing to say to that. Right. Imma go now."
The shadows deepened for a moment, and then shifted as if the nigh-unmoving sun outside had performed a full cycle in an instant. Harold was gone.
Dark turned to Blue. "What's our move?" He asked. Blue paused for a moment as he realized that Dark was finally awaiting direction for once. However, this thought passed by in an instant.
"We need to be careful about this," replied Blue quietly. "This could be a trap. We need to outguess him. Does he actually need this tablet? What will happen if we let him get it? What will happen if we let it stay? What will happen if we destroy it?"
Dark cocked his head to one side slightly as if he was listening to something. "We will need to wonder these possibilities elsewhere. There are soldiers bearing down on this location. They must have become aware of the prolonged radio silence and are coming to investigate."
Blue nodded decisively. "We shall go to the Skylock dimension now."
Blue opened up a portal to said dimension promptly. Then he paused as he saw the barrier of Dimensional Energy before him that blocked off the portal's opening.
Sunflower poked his head over Blue's to take a glimpse at what was preventing Blue from strolling through the rip in space-time. "Huh. That was the 'unique attribute' that Harold was talking about."
Shrugging, Blue replied, "It is of no consequence."
Blue activated his wrist blade. He drove it into the barrier of power. The Pure Imagination Energy blade sent ripples through the dirty Dimensional Energy. Generally Dimensional Energy and Imagination Energy were polar opposites, but the purity of the blade of Blue's wrist blade was almost infinitely purer than the Dimensional Energy from the crude Phantom Device that the demon's used to shield their dimension from invaders. Consequently, Blue's weapon sliced through the wall like a stick through clear water. Blue began to cut a hole large enough for him and his teammates to slip through.
"What will we do if we encounter the Dimensional Travelers that Harold employed to retrieve the tablet for him? Clearly they took this mission without knowing that they were being employed by Harold." Sunflower's voice sound mildly worried as it cut through Blue's thoughts as he worked on clearing an opening.
"We shall wait and see, Sunflower," Blue replied in hushed tones. "I know very little of the Catalyst Corps. There are whispers of them and their exploits that have shimmered through the Traveler Database like leaves on the wind but I know nothing of the team itself. And so it truly depends on who they are... And the situation in which we meet them. A small group of Dimensional Travelers is of no consequence, and their deaths will go by unnoticed if we deem them troublesome… But this era is uncertain. We might have use or perhaps even need of their assistance. Their skills might prove to be extremely helpful. We will wait and see."
Blue finished cutting the hole in the barrier that blocked his rip in reality. A portal within a portal. He then signaled silently for his team to form up behind them. Then, one-by-one, they dashed through the hole in the wall of power. The portal slammed shut behind them, vanishing with a small "pop" just as the large double doors of the massive domed building swung open and hostiles rushed in.
But, of course, they were too late. The Inquisitors were gone.
Author's Notes. Right! That is all we have for now! I hope you enjoyed it. Now I will point out that I am not too familiar with the Old Republic age, as I prefer to stay within the Clone Wars, but I have played SWTOR enough to get the general gist of its actual underlying story. Don't forget to review! A review always helps me move along.
Also, while you are doing that, I have a rather important question to ask you: When you read "A Mending Soul" do you come here looking forward to reading about the My Little Pony dimension and its inhabitants, or do you look forward to the Dimensional Travelers and the Dimensional Lords and their adventures? Do you like reading about the Mane 6 and other canon characters or do you prefer to read about the OCs and the stuff I have added to this multiverse? What is it that you enjoy most about this all? I consider your enjoyment very seriously, so I would like some feedback about what you like best about "A Mending Soul." Let me know!