Star Wars Multi Verse
Issue # 1
Chapter 1

Disclaimer:
I do not own Star Wars, or any other original content expressed in this work of fanfiction.
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Author's note.
Updated 10/07/2023
Story rating will remain M through out due to the main characters vulgar use of "fuckface" and other adult themed humor… quite frequently. I apologize for his behavior ahead of time. I can only see and report his thoughts, feelings, and point of view from the MultiVerse. I also apologize and cannot control how he acts when he makes… um… an appearance on my work.

Antihero Monologue Engaged.
Added 10/7/2023
Dramatis Personae:
Means "the characters" ya dummy.
My MultiVersal Prophet AnotherVaderFan thought you needed to know who these "characters" are, so Zar and I spent a precious nanosecond traveling back through time to fill in the details.
Boring!
Bringing balance to the MultiVerse takes a lot of work. I have a lot of important shit to do!
But no… He seems to think this is important for something called viewers. Zar thinks I am just wasting my nanosecs letting him push me around like this. I mean she is right. His pen name indicates who his favorite character is, but this "Vader" is nowhere to be found on any of these ancient word docs I can see. How do you people get anything done typing shit out like this? But whatever. It only took me a nanosecond to explain all this.
Enjoy. Or don't. Can't say I care.
AnotherVaderFan does though, keeps dreaming of being famous or some shit.
Later "friend" fuckfaces, I have to get back to it.

Evrik Blackriv:
Me. Duh!
Human Male. 6'1" 250lbs. Muscle not fat. Mercenary Team Leader. Almost 40 years old Earth standard at the start of this chapter. My Birthday is at the end though. Happy fucking birthday to me, I guess. The last one I will ever have. Hum…
Zar Blackriv:
Human Female. 35 years old Earth standard. 5'10" Stunning. My wife. I will not describe her weight or her measurements to you ya perv. She is mine so keep your thoughts entirely pure.
Cara Blackriv:
My daughter just a wee little baby. Best kiddo a dad could have asked for. Hard to describe her without ripping up this device you are reading on. I might describe her in later chapters.
Banks:
38 years old Earth standard at the time of this chapter. Human Male. Biggest but smartest guy I know. The longest running friendship that I have ever had, outside of my wife. We met back in basic. Then stayed friends and was my first recruit when we started our Mercenary Team. He is my #2. Dark hair, a guy's guy. The only member of my team that does not have a nickname.
Kane:
31, Human Male. Decent size. Muscular. He is a ginger and can be a prick sometimes, but I love him. Joined my team to make money and later became Banks' best pal after I started spending time with Zar.
Scar:
Human Male. 30 years Earth standard. Short but buff. Has a scar that wraps around his chin to the right side of his face. Likes to shave his head. Guessing by his eyebrows and pubes would be chestnut brown hair.
Zane:
Human Female, 35 standard years old. Could be my wife's twin. They were partners and chased Banks, Kane, Scar and I in our group's early years for the authorities. She gave Scar his scar, but he does not seem to mind.
Time Speeds back up...

"Alright, listen up!" My commanding voice cut through the idle chatter of the four mercenaries seated around a circular table.

Four sets of eyes locked onto me as I glanced at each of them. "Some unknown asshat has taken over Point Med. Roughly fifty amateurs in heavy armor and heavy weapons killed everyone in the hospital. They took out the responding LEO's, then three teams of SWAT. Now the governor is calling in the National Guard." I explained the situation.

"Amateurs did all that?" Banks, the largest of the four with long dark hair recovered before the others. "How the hell do we know they are amateurs?" He demanded.

"The heavy armor and heavy weapons. Overcompensation for sucking at life." I replied to the big guy with a crooked grin.

"What do they want?" Banks asked as the others started to shake off the shock.

"Unknown. All attempts at communication have failed. The National Guard will take hours to deploy, so someone gave the governor my number." I paused to let that sink in.

Ten politicians had contacted us just last year to do various dirty things for them. They got the standard go away response each time. Well, there was that one time we helped rescue a dude's kids that had been kidnapped when on vacation. We did that job for free though. I am a nice guy and all, but we have our standards. So "wink wink" We did that job for free.

I continued "The governor is paying extra for us to get there quick. To do that he is providing a LEO escort." That brought grins all around.

"Local escort to a sanctioned and paid job in the States." Kane, a well-built man with ginger hair spoke up in his deep voice. "That's a first. Our lucky day." He added.

"Ya. I like those odds." Zane agreed. She was a pretty little brunette and my wife's best friend. A little zany hence her nickname, but so were we all. She always wore shades and had a toothpick in her mouth 24/7.

"Boss?" Scar asked rubbing his chin where the scar started and then wrapped around the right side of his face. "Why did they call us in? Something you are not saying?"

I nodded. "Getting to that part Scar. The governor said there was a witness that survived. A survivor of the first responding LEO's. He spotted a group of six working hard to lug something through the main entrance. Something big, round, and longer than a man." I paused again as their eyes got hard. "We had that nuke go missing last week. These are our streets, our hometown guys. We go in hot. Take them down and investigate. If there is no nuke, then we get credit for a good deed and earn honest doe for our efforts. If there is one, we hang around and turn it over to the authorities when they decide to show up. Bring extra ammo for load out 7, we are going to need all the armor piercing rounds we can carry."

I paused then took a deep breath. "One last thing. We need to be fast, helmets but no armor. The HUD will help, but the armor will only slow us down. Kane, bring your baby. Once we breach, we go independent. High score picks the punishment for the three losers when we get back to the crib." I left it unsaid that I always had the high count.

While the team was fitting the silencers and prepping the armor piercing rounds, I took the elevator out of the bunker and up to the mansion above. That is right, we were filthy rich. I carefully kissed the wife and sleeping daughter goodbye, then returned to my mercenary mancave to help the team with the last of the prep. The others did not need to say goodbye to anyone. My wife, daughter and I were the only family they had still alive.

As we left, I sensed the team glancing at their armor still sitting in the locker. We loaded into the car and took off out of the garage with a screech. Once clear of the front gate I resisted the urge to whistle when the cherries lit up.

A highspeed ride later we arrived in what could only be described as a war zone.

Burning cars lined the roads, as did bodies. Barricades blocked the civies and reporters both looking for information on the catastrophe. A few scattered grim faced LEO's kept watch on the various entrance points and got us through with a mere glance.

One wounded old-timer in SWAT utilities waved us down. "What do you need from us?" he asked.

I glanced at the battlefield dressing on his arm and put my helmet on activating its HUD. "Just clean up after our mess is all." I replied with a chuckle from my team as we got out. The bark of heavy weapons did not even phase us but sent others running for cover. We grinned knowing we were not in a direct line of sight so there was no danger.

"Comms check." I whispered as we assumed positions of concealment. Our scoped custom-made automatic rifles could go into sniper configuration with the flick of a switch. I started scanning for targets of opportunity.

"Z" from Zane
"B" from Banks
"K" from Kane
"S" from Scar

They all quickly reported in, voices just a whisper in my ear.

"It is indeed amateur hour. My count is twelve visible from here. We will shoot in two waves. I say one, we shoot. I say two we pause. Let the rookies pop their heads up to look around. I say three we clean their clocks. At four I will pop smoke to give us cover up to that alley entrance. Kane will knock to let us in, and we go for the high body count. Shout out if you spot the main target. Click if ready."

I heard four quick clicks on the ear bud. "One" I whispered, and our rifles coughed out softly as we took out target after target. Two" I whispered. My heart beating steadily as our shooting stopped. More than a few heads popped up "Three" I whispered. We took out those dumb enough to look for us. "Four" I whispered as the smart baddies started to fire blindly from behind cover. "Go. Go. Go." I ordered once enough smoke was there to provide cover.

Kane let his rifle hang by its straps as he pulled his baby over his shoulder. In stride he aimed and blasted the door. There was no hiding the roar of that blast, nor the smoke and fire. What remained of the wall crumbled to the ground and arranged itself in nice, neat little piles that we jumped over. We followed the plan and split up, detecting the noobs running to us in heavy armor easily. They were not stealthy at all, while we were with practiced ease and the lack of armor.

Banks stayed on the ground floor with Kane.
Scar, Zane, and I went up.
Quickly and efficiently, we reported kills by number as we cleared floor after floor. The kill count helped us confirm each was ok, but also to help with the estimated opposition count.

I had just dropped my 19th kill when I saw the nuke. "Positive ID on that Nuke. Level 9. Baby ward. I am going in to disarm. Get here for cover. It has a timer. We are at ten minutes now." I whispered.

I got to work, keeping an eye out for lurkers. Zane arrived first. We stood on opposite sides to better cover each other's six.

The others arrived quickly letting Zane and I get into more focused work. We got the countdown stopped at 2 minutes.

"Hell ya!" Kane slapped Zane on the back making her jump and the rest of us laugh to relieve the built-up tension.

"Impressive" a voice came over our earbuds. "The probability of your success in this mission was very low. Team Leader Blackriv, you are to be commended. You have an excellent team."

There was no hesitation, simultaneously we all took off helmets, pulled the earbuds and crushed them under boot heels.

"Most impressive." The same voice echoed in the room as a tall imposing creature appeared above the nuke, just floating in the air. "Coordinated even, better than the last time you all did that in Panama." The creature added.

"What are you?" I demanded. "No one on this planet knows what we did in Panama. We made sure of that."

The creature blinked its large black eyes and bobbed its large bulbus head. "I represent a race of beings known as Eternals. My designation is Voggaa. You are also correct that no one alive on your planet could know of what you and your team did there in Panama. Eight Drug Lords killed in one mission was far too good of an opportunity for you all to pass up. As was all their money. However, I am not on your planet. Nor am I in your galaxy."

"Voggaa, Eternal, Talking to us from a different galaxy. Right." I waved a hand through the projected light. "Some kind of emitter must be on top here. Zane, see if you can't figure out where it is."

Zane reached out, then screamed in agony when an electrical current connected to and then through her. She was flung back and smacked into the wall. I hesitated when the others raised their guns.

"Hold!" I used my commanding voice to get through to them.

Voggaa smiled. "Commendable Team Leader. You saved your subordinates." Its eyes moved to where Zane was moaning against the wall. "Zane, or Todraz K. Wollemz as her legal name is listed, is near her expiration. I can heal her."

"Then do it!" I growled.

Voggaa lifted his palm showing the eyeball that stared at me. "Patience, for we have not yet struck a bargain."

"Forget it. I do not bargain or negotiate with petty tyrants. I kill them. Even God playing ones like you." I growled with a sneer.

"The alternative is death for you and approximately 1 million others in the blast radius of this device. I have enhanced it myself. When it detonates it will instantly vaporize all living matter within a 100-kilometer radius. It is quite… efficient." The alien replied.

"We don't even know what you're asking for. You have extra eyeballs and powers beyond our abilities, what do you even need us for?" I countered after glancing over the others.

"Questions that I will explain in full when you are in my facility. For now, just know that I wish you to agree to a period of servitude. Once you are fulfilling your part, I will correct this timeline. There is no need for this to have ever occurred." The Eternal's voice grew softer.

I looked at each of my friends who nodded. "You are all sure?" I asked to confirm. They nodded again, even Zane managed to nod.

I looked back up at Voggaa who merely pointed at one after another. There was a popping sound and then they just simply disappeared. All but me. I glared up at the alien. "What are you waiting for? Take me!" I growled.

"No Evrik Blackriv. I have seen all your potential futures. Unless you die. Here and now…" the alien looked down and the timer on the device started back up again. "…at the exact moment of your birth 40 years ago. In the exact location I might add. Then the MultiVerse will become unbalanced. You are far too dangerous for me to use. Unlike your friends. Thank you for training them. Die well." He seemed to reach for something.

"You are correct Voggaa. I am dangerous. I will stop at nothing to find you and kill you. Maybe not in the next life, or next 100. But I will find you." I promised.

Voggaa shook his head. "You have a call to make. Do not waste your time." Then he was gone.
In a flash my phone was in my hand, and I was calling the wife. There was one ring. "Babe, I saw you on TV. Are you ok?" my wife asked in a panic.

My voice was calm as I watched the timer go down. "I just wanted to say I love you. Everything will be ok." I closed my eyes. It was painful to lie to her now. "Kiddo awake?" I asked hopefully.

"No, she is down again. Full bellies do that to little ones. God E. What did they hope to do at the hospital?" My wife asked in her shocked voice.

"Just messing up my birthday plans is all. I love you." I repeated calmly as the timer reached zero. Then everything went black.

End of Chapter 1 to Star Wars MultiVerse Issue #1.
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Authors note:
It is not very Star Warsie in the intro, but that is ok. We are going to build up to that point folks.
I wished to expand my writing and this challenge was accepted.
Big thanks to USSExplorer for the work of art that is "A New Player In The Force" & "The Gathering Storm" for without those integrating my story would not exist. You are an inspiration.

**reworked the intro here.
Also reached out to former military friend of mine to give me tips to make the intro have a more legit feel and sound. I am not happy with the way it looks now.
**10/7/2023 update. Editor score is now up to 95% before I hit ignore lol.
Still not happy with this chapter but getting better.
Share a review if you have any tips or items you would like to see as the story progresses.

Update**10/9/2023
Antihero post chapter notes.
After the prophet and I had our first discussion in Chapter 9's opening notes...
Well he and Zar seem to think I was being an ass.
To be clear here... this is my apology to you dear readers of AnotherVaderFan's work.
Anyone who reads this is my friend.
In his own words "Otherwise, if he is a friend, this is a compliment."
I wish to assure you that "Fuckface" comment I mean only in the friendly and complementary manner.
Especially when I say it to you AnotherVaderFan.