Star Wars: Revelations/ Chapter 2: From Bad to Worse

Virtually sundered from their original, semi-content senses, the three troopers of the New Republic revolved their heads to the doors that led to the bridge. Filled with incessant hacking and bonking, those doors finally lunged their way down to the gravitated surface. Lieutenant Wreckage, bearing his black New Republic armor, instantaneously darted for his pilot helmet which consisted of a white-painted skull on the front. Colly stayed still, foreseeing what was about to commence. Ganch, who reacted relevant to Wreckage, went for his DC-15 rifle instead. In stepped one of the Yuuzhan Vong’s top officers, a Cato Loozin along with others. Loozin looked fairly similar to his master, Jamaane - tall and skull-faced.

He stared down at his prey. He opened his mouth to speak with his breath corrupting the once fresh air, “I want what you have. I want the location of the princess.”

“Screw you, pal. I thought you came here to fight,” Ganch snarled.

“If it’s a fight you want, it shall be a fight you receive,” Cato lunged at Ganch, physically dominant in both height and strength. Firing, Ganch was toppled upon and his neck was at the mercy of Cato.

“Listen buddy. You, uh - you don’t have to do this. We’re all just a bunch of good chaps, eh?” Colly forced out an unnatural smile.

From looking down at his prey, Cato slowly looked back up to eye Colly. “Good, now that I have your attention, what in the heck is all this?” Colly pointed at what was outside. Cato gestured to some of his brethren, indicating to not let Wreckage out of their sight.

“Allow me to answer that question with a question, why would you care? They were nothing but mere beings of the First Order.”

Colly ever so elegantly walked over to the main window in the bridge. He took one last look before turning around and presenting his case to the Vong. “This is horrific. Each and every one of them beheaded and stabbed? Left to-”

“Enough! The coordinates to the princess, now!” Cato moved more of his weight on his right leg, forcing Ganch to let out easily hearable grunts.

Struggling to move and speak, Ganch attempted to peer at his fellow clone comrade. “Colly, if you even think of giving this slimebag any information regarding the New Republic, I will personally choke the life out of you just like this brute is trying to do to me!”

“Last chance, clone. Or he dies.”

Wreckage shook his head, praying Colly would listen. As Colly hesitated and inhaled, Cato sensed his uncooperation. “Too late, clone.” Lifting his beast-sized feet, he jerked it directly at Ganch, resulting in a blaring sound of Ganch’s neck bones being crushed within.

“NO!” Colly exclaimed whilst speeding towards the position of his former partner.

“Colly, don’t be a fool!” Wreckage slightly moved, almost triggering a Vong member to open fire upon both of them. Cato stepped off of the rotting corpse of Ganch, exclaiming loudly with pride, “Consider this a message that you shall relay to your superiors. Death before anything.”