Red and Blues of the Old Republic

Chapter 8: Why were we here?

Sarge was enjoying himself.

Shotgun shells and 7.62mm casings fell to the floor.

"Headshot!"

"Nut-shot!"

Sarge smirked.

Grif had a nasty aim when it came to the BR55SR.

Then one of the Sith soldiers died from a nut-shot from Church's .50 SRS99D.

Atrium

Malak and Revan had lost their lightsabers to a crazy, yellow armored man (Willy) and were beating the crap out of each other.

"Savior. Conqueror. Hero. Villain. You are all things Revan, and yet, you are nothing."

"How the fuck can I be everything and nothing at the same time? That's physically impossible!"

Malak sighed.

"Jimmy said the same thing."

"Hey, Malak!"

Revan was Force Pushed out of the room.

"Remember me?"

Ron activated his red bladed lightsaber.

"So, you want to end this?"

"I swallowed a transmitter. It's connected to the NOVA mines placed throughout the Star Forge. It's also connected to my heart. If it stops, we all die. Then again, I'm not leaving and neither are you!"

Malak pulled a lightsaber from Ron's belt and activated it.

"Then you die first!"

Back with the Blood Gulchers

"Back to the Pelicans!"

Sarge fired one more rocket into the facility before getting back in the Blood Gulchers' Pelican.

"The 8th's back in their Pelican! Marines, we are leaving!"

The two Pelicans and the Ebon Hawk left the Star Forge.

"Blow the nukes!"

"Detonator's broken!"

"Shit!"

Back on board the Star Forge

Ron chuckled.

"What's so funny, Jedi?"

"This."

Ron impaled himself.

"Fuck you."

Then the NOVAs started going off, and Malak screamed in fury.

He was beyond pissed.

On board the Chaos

"The Hawk's away and clear! We, on the other hand, are fucked!"

"We're too close! Tex, boost the power to the engines! Grif!"

"I'm doing my best here! This thing ain't a Pelican or a Longsword!"

Sarge got to a power status panel.

"We're not going to make it!"

The Star Forge exploded in fire and fury.

The explosion created a micro black hole with enough force to pull the Chaos back.

The lighter Ebon Hawk escaped.

"To quote Data from Star Trek Generations: OOOOHHH, SSHHIITT!"

The entire system was going nova.

"All Republic vessels, GET THE FUCK OUT!"

One Hammerhead-Class ship was caught in the blast front.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

It exploded in seconds.

The rest of the Republic fleet escaped.

"Where are the Blood Gulchers?"

"They were on board the Chaos. It was pulled into the star."

"Their sacrifice wasn't in vain."

"They only disappeared, Admiral. They will return some day soon."

Unknown location

"Where the hell are we?"

"Same place we were in when we were blasted into the future."

"I think that's actually temporal status."

Everyone looked at Grif.

"What? I studied temporal mechanics."

"So, we were never sent into the future?"

"Just put in status?"

Grif nodded.

"Grif's got a point."

"Now what?"

"We wait."

And that's Reds and Blues of the Old Republic!

I've got an RvB/BSG2003 crossover up next after I finish AOHAH, but I can wait until the end of this season of RvB. Speaking of which, Chapter 19's fight scene: epic. It can only get better!

Ja Ne!