Chapter 38 – Battle of Three
Through the eyes of a citizen of New Coruscant, who was wanted by the Pyke Syndicate for stealing their Spice. He saw the hellscape that was the planet, his ship destroyed, and he was trapped under the rubble with two others. With great difficulty he and the others got out of the rubble and were set upon by two wolves. The man fired upon them, to no effect. They ran only for the wolves to tear into one of them. All hope seemed lost when a Jedi saved him, his green lightsaber leaving wounds in the wolves forcing them back. The man ran and saw the two giant wolves engaging in a psychic battle, although to him it looked like they were standing still.
Now after so much time and bloodshed, if you asked him his name…he could not respond, if you asked where he was…he could not respond. The only thing he knew was to get as far away from the planet as possible. He saw one of the giant wolves go down, and the other giant started battling a small figure in green. His moment of carelessness made him pay a heavy price as a wolf bigger than average bit him and left him bleeding on the ground. As he lost consciousness, he saw the smaller green figure suddenly lurching skyward, exiting the atmosphere with high velocity.
In Valhalla she meditated, a warrior in one life and a mother in another. She had been the first of the Valkyrie, recruited by Odin himself. Upon her day of death being held in the arms of Thor, she prayed to Buri to have a chance to have a family with the one who she loved and the one who loved her. Buri answered her prayer with reincarnation.
Born on the world of Ryloth to a simple but affluent family and was named Noir. As she grew the memory of her previous life started to return, and by the time she was an adult she remembered everything. She was Brunhilde leader of the Valkyries, the last of a forgotten kingdom. She had two beautiful and strong children. Her daughter – Hera and her son – Jacen. Through the twists and turns of the Force, she and her son had perished but her son was granted another chance at life. She had seen everything her daughter had accomplished, everything she had built, and pride filled her. Her only regret was not being able to visit their family, thankfully Angelica whom she thought of as her own would communicate with Hera. But the same woman could not communicate with Thor.
"I see her on the capital world of Midgard, part of a terrible battle, while I see Thor readying for another war", she spoke to Angelica.
"Is there no way to avoid this?", her adoptive daughter asked.
The two golden haired women looked at each other, "I fear not", Brunhilde's expression softened, "Hera and Jacen will need our…your help more than ever."
"I know, but what about father?"
"He is the Allfather now, clothed in the power that comes with the title. He can…manage", Brunhilde spoke with great regret.
"I pray that they will be safe mother", Angelica said.
"Do you have faith in them?", came a voice from behind Angelica. Turning around the Thorsdottir saw a regal woman, perhaps the most beautiful to have ever lived looking at them with a raised eyebrow. Freyja…often called Frigga addressed them, "They have survived all manners of horrors, so tell me do you have faith in them?"
"Yes, we do", the two women answered Freyja's question.
"Then we wait and watch. For the day will come when we can fight by their side."
On New Coruscant, as Fenrir battled the enraged Tarre Vizsla, he saw the hammer starting to act of its own accord. Mjolnir had suddenly pulled Tarre out into space and Fenrir followed. Beneath them Alvis had started to search for the ripped-out heart of Tarre Viszla.
As Fenrir was leaving the planet, he instructed all werewolves to immediately go to Eurazania, a command that they had to obey. The wolves had begun to leave, allowing for search and rescue operations to begin. As he entered the cold vacuum of space, he realized why Mjolnir was acting strangely. Tarre was now fighting the first Champion – Gabriel, the First Trickster, and the God of Strength. He was grappling with Tarre.
Fenrir shrunk in size and rushed Tarre, hitting him like a bullet. Meanwhile Gabriel threw off his perception by using a bit of magic. The two of them were not powerful enough to defeat Tarre like the Allfather but were strong enough to make this a stalemate. Whenever Tarre tried using Mjolnir, Gabriel countered him. The hammer answering the call of its first wielder and creator smacked Tarre, using Tarre's own lightning against him. This battle continued, with Fenrir breathing ice to counteract Tarre's fire. Mjolnir countering Tarre's energy-based attacks and Gabriel countering Tarre's strength.
A desolate world far beyond the nine realms in what was once the domain of the Dark Gods, were two figures. Adva – Goddess of Portals and Knowledge, and a man whose face was hidden well.
"Death does not treat his subordinates well…does he?", Adva smugly inquired.
"We do not matter to Death, we are merely a source of entertainment for him", the man replied, "Ten years ago, so many of my kind died at the hands of Thor and his Aesir, yet Death does not avenge us."
"But your sentiment is not shared by your surviving brethren", Adva said.
"Those are not my brethren. Death replaced us so easily."
"We will have our vengeance against the Aesir, so the question is…will you aid us or deter us?", Adva asked with conviction.
"You needn't doubt me portal-maker. I too want vengeance against Thor. But more than that I want vengeance against Death. So I will aid you in your plan. But I would suggest finding even more allies."
D271/10 ABY
24 standard hours had passed since the start of the Battle of New Coruscant, and now the battle was officially over. In space there were three unconscious figures – Gabriel, Fenrisulfr and Tarre Vizsla. The battle between these three had ended with everyone knocked out. Tarre's mind was in shambles, the wall's quality eroded over the years due to his needless prodding, the time Thor almost opened the dam and the final nail in the coffin being Amora. The Ghost Crew had reconvened, now in space tracking the three unconscious forms, while rescue operations were being carried out. The death toll was being calculated, the spice stealer that had been bitten was carried off by the wolves and the Red Skull was now missing in action. What started out as a rescue operation ended up as this – a complete and resounding failure. As the two ships reached their location, they all saw a rainbow appearing before them and standing at the edge of the rainbow was Heimdall. He looked at the two ships, nodded and took the three with him.
