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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 10/29/05 5:49am Subject: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN) Chapter Five Up - Date Edited: 4/10/07 1:25pm (7 edits total) Edited By: Sinrebirth
	Dramatis Personae Avery J Johnson – UNSC Sergean John, Master Chief – SPARTAN 117 Cortana – Artifical Intelligence Simeon – Artifical Intelligence, UNSC Super MAC gun platform, London Prophet of Truth – Covenant prophet The Arbiter – former Elite, disgraced heretic Miranda Keyes – UNSC, former captain of a UNSC cruiser Admiral Faros – UNSC, Admiral of Earth Defence Han Solo – Captain, Millenium Falcon Gilad Pellaeon – Imperial Grand Admiral, Chimaera Luke Skywalker – Jedi Master Mara Jade Skywalker – Jedi Master, Captain, Jade Shadow Miat Temm – Imperial Colonel Jaina Solo – Jedi Knight Preface Wild Space Four years after the Battle of Yavin…Days after the Battle of Endor… Below unfamiliar globes of light and matter, the Imperial Star Destroyer Visage knifed through the darkness. The vessel was the flag of Fleet Group Destined, exploring the far flung worlds of the Outer Rim. The vessel had recently been assigned to Wild Space, and after discovering several systems and populations, had subjugated twenty seven new worlds for Coruscant. The Visage and its task force were considered a joke throughout the Imperial Fleet, but the fleet was proud of its work. Though the worlds they had added were secret, they knew their missions would preserve the Empire for the centuries to come. Captain Tade of the Visage, a young officer of twenty three, stood and stared into the stars, as he always did. Hands tucked into the small of his back, and his boots clicked together in military precision, the young man was willing to die for the New Order. His father, now murdered by Rebels, just before his selection for the Visage, had constantly spoken against non-humans, and Tade knew he was true. Now Tade’s links to the outside world were gone, and he existed only to serve. No one from his homeworld of New Agamar would remember him. Although Tade was willing to die for the Empire, he had no idea that this particular day and hour was the one he was going to die in. “There’s some sort of rift opening to starboard, Captain!” called Sensors. “Thank you, Lieutenant,” said Tade, calm. New technology was abundant outside the Empire, and Tade had encountered oddities the day he left dock. “Engines, roll to starboard and bring the superstructure to bear, and reverse thrust. Shields up.” The bridge lolled to one side, and Tade saw the lightning display off to starboard. “Poll the taskforce.” The twenty ships of the fleet, carracks and strike cruisers, all reported in. The nose lined up with the rift, and slowly shrank as the Visage gained some distance. It was a good thing they did. The vessel was big. The long neck of the ship emerged from the rift, and a long and graceful ship. It was white, with a bulbous rear, thinner than the Visage. A purple beam of radiance seared out, stabbing deep into the destroyer. “Return fire! Report!” “Dorsal shields down, forward batteries down, we are venting atmosphere and debris.” Tade was surprised by the damage his ship had taken, so quickly. He watched his bolts lance out, splash off opaque shields. The surprise never faded. A second shot engulfed three strike cruisers, all which exploded spectacularly. Fighters spilled from bays, hundreds of tiny vessels that raked across the task force. A third beam speared the bridge pylon, and the hulk listed. Batteries fired aimlessly, struggling to hit the thin warship. Three more shots followed the first three, engulfing TIE fighters, carracks and strike cruisers alike. A final shot exploded through the rear compartment of the destroyer, drilling through the engines and causing the reactor to detonate. The Covenant supercarrier flew on, gathered its Seraph fighters, and jumped into slipspace. The battle, from the first report of the rift, and the final jump of the capital ship, lasted less than five minutes. Ten days later. The Covenant fleet destroyed all twenty seven worlds of the Wild Space Empire. They turned about, and headed rimward. These ‘humans’ had invaded their territory, and had paid for it. One year later, the Covenant found more humans, this time rimward, rather than coreward. After studying them for weaknesses, and gathering an armada, they launched for Earth. It is twenty seven years after that first battle at Harvest, and twenty eight after that battle in Wild Space, since Endor. During that time the Galactic Empire collapsed, and a Galactic Alliance took its place. The destruction of the first ring and the Covenant Civil War have just occurred, and are occuring. It is now thirty two years after the Battle of Yavin, and the galaxy is about to have a rude awakening from the peace it has only so recently regained. -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 10/29/05 9:27am Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	No I've barely played Halo, but the daughter is a whizz and I've watched her. I'd wondered that there'd been no crossover before, and this looks very promising! -----signature----- I've been waiting so long to be where I'm going
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 10/29/05 8:46pm Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	My boys LOVE Halo. Like Leona, I'm surprised there hasn't been a cross-over done (not that I've seen anyway). This looks great! Can't wait for more! -----signature----- Team Eric: Because undead never looked so good. Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Quiet_Mandalorian Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 10/29/05 8:49pm Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN) - Date Edited: 10/29/05 8:51pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Quiet_Mandalorian
	Interesting... I think though, that a Star Destroyer's weapons and shield compliment is probably comparable to a Covenant warship of similar size. -----signature----- Fey'la was right! Bring Asyr Sei'lar to justice!
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Aiden_Sanic Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 10/29/05 9:03pm Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	About time someone decided to make a cross-over ( Dang, too late ) This looks great so far, I'm also suprised no one has typed a halo-fic yet, CONGRATS! Your the first. Can't wait to see what happens next. -----signature----- Fan Fics http://boards.theforce.net/user.asp?usr=1202767 Diary Challenge Entries: Birds Eye View http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25923603/p1/?3 All The Emperors Men http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25888343/p1/?6
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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 11/3/05 3:11am Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	Thank you for all the interest. I was worried about starting this, to be honest. Hopefully you'll enjoy it. I was suprised no one had done one, but concerned it wouldn't be well appreciated. May I note I can't get online very often, but I'm writing it constantly, so hopefully things will appear in large amounts Behold the Prologue!! Prologue Chimaera, Borosk orbit There are a thousand mysteries in the galaxy. Why are we here? How are we here? But these questions, in the flights of war and the destruction of hearts, are never answered. Yet even more questions arise from the galaxies citizens. Races of the past , for example. The Gree, the species armed with galactic teleporters, ancient and abandoned on the worlds of the Rim. What happened to them? Did they die out naturally? Were they destroyed? If so, who by? How come their constructs remain? The Sharu of the Rafa system. What threat threatened their society so profoundly that they purposely turned themselves into mindless slaves to avoid destruction? What sort of weapon destroys intelligent species, but not the primitive? Why are the worlds of the Tingel Arm so lifeless? Was it a fault within the star formations? An ancient apocalypse? A disease? What was before the Rakata and their Infinite Empire? How was their technology so advanced, far beyond the species of the galaxy tens of thousands years later?` Grand Admiral Pellaeon of the Imperial Remnant, leader of the power that was once the Galactic Empire, once armed with the vast repositories of the Galactic Republic and all that they absorbed, knew the answers to all these questions. Every single one. The combined knowledge of Palpatine and Thrawn finally at his fingertips, he had painted a picture that could only lead to the complete destruction of the galaxy. The old man had hoarded the secrets for a decade, quietly putting together the picture of the galaxy one hundred thousand years ago. Rather than using those secrets to conquer the galaxy, like Palpatine, Pellaeon was planning to use this knowledge to save the galaxy. But as he skimmed the latest reports from the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances, he could see the galaxy was not ready to be saved. If anything, the species of the galaxy would use these secrets to their advantage, and accidentally unleash a wave of death that the galaxy had fell under once before. Casting a look over the second datapad, Pellaeon summoned the information on the Seven Rings of the Forerunners. Hacking into the secrets of the ring found near Byss, the Empire knew the location of all seven rings. One was within the Unknown Regions, another near Anoth, a third in the center of the Tingel Arm, and one, now destroyed, was within the Deep Core. The other three were within Wild Space, shaped in a triangle around a single system, named by the Forerunners as the Ark. One Pellaeon could no longer detect, and another had activated fully for a few minutes before shutting down. The third was unharmed, rimward facing. The Forerunner Empire seemed to have originated within Wild Space, and the three rings defended the area. Either that or that was where the species known as the Flood had been discovered, and the Forerunners had wanted to be completely sure they destroyed it. Reading the reports from several ARC Commandos, shell shocked and dying of horror, Pellaeon felt the latter reason was more likely. Emperor Palpatine had once tried to control these secrets, deep within the Deep Core, and had almost unleashed a wave of destruction upon the galaxy. The Flood almost seized Byss itself, but the Empire triumphed. Barely. The resulting casualties to the Imperial Fleet, although hidden away from the galaxy, even Imperial High Command, had cost them severely. Pellaeon, after ten years of work, had only recently been given access to the darkest secrets of the Emperor. The three hundred slicers responsible had all been quietly removed to keep it secret, regretfully. Pellaeon picked up the third datapad on his desk. The information upon it was dangerous. More dangerous than all the knowledge Pellaeon had on his granite desk. Not just to Pellaeon, but to the entire galaxy. Too dangerous. The news this datapad transmitted forced Pellaeon to make his move in the galaxy. Looking over the reports from the Alliance once more, his resolve was secured. It was upto the Empire to save the galaxy. Pellaeon was about to lead the Imperial Remnant into war. Against the Galactic Alliance. This was their last chance to show the galaxy the Empire was not a shadow. Its former glory was attainable. He might destroy his name in history, his society and his people, or he may, even more unlikely, conquer the galaxy, but the losses were worth it. The datapad before him told him a cold hard truth; the rings had activated. All of them. The next signal, from the Ark, would destroy the galaxy. He did not know what it meant. Pellaeon only knew he would stop it. He punched a button on his desk, grim. “Colonel Temm?” “Yes, sir?” came a female voice. His aide, secretary and secret personal bodyguard, yet qualified enough to captain a Star Destroyer, sounded hesitant. She was rattled by the news Pellaeon had received. She was, after all, his closest confidant, and a Jedi. Staying anonymous had kept her alive during the Yuuzhan Vong Purge. She was the perfect aide and snoop, especially with her experience in and behind the field. “Call a meeting of the Moff Council and my Admirals,” “What should I tell them it is about, sir?” “The mobilisation of the Fleet, Temm, and our march to war.” -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 11/3/05 3:56am Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	Hmmm, so is Pellaeon going to rush off to war against the Alliance or stop this threat that could destroy the galaxy?? -----signature----- I've been waiting so long to be where I'm going
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TheCrazyRodian Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 11/3/05 4:50am Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	DUDE. This is totally awesome. Halo has more or less become an integral part of my male bonding. When I'm at home during the summers and during breaks, I spend almost every night playing basketball and playing Halo with my bros, until I'm almost too tired to wake up for work in the mornings. Wicked stuff, man. -----signature----- My body wears a green scent, as on the verge Between green laughter and green sorrow I have walked all day Until my legs have gone lame, and still the spring seems spirited away. --Yi Sanghwa
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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 11/11/05 9:04am Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	A pressie for you, my friends. Big Pressie. Thanx for all the comments. I won't mention I've had this for half a year doing nothing whistles Chapter One Earth While on one side of the galaxy a man contemplated a wars beginning, another man watched war raise the stakes a level higher. He was encased in a pearlescent green army, packed with machines and cybernetic implants. SPARTAN 117, Master Chief, or, sometimes, John, was bracing himself for impacts, hiding in the docking bay. The Prophet of Truth had launched his ship, an ancient Forerunner vessel, over a hundred thousand years old, straight for Earth. The Prophet was joining a vast armada, and Master Chief’s mission was to stop Truth. Earth was covered in night explosions, its continents and warships being shattered one at a time. The first probe of warships had only involved fifteen Covenant supercarriers, and had broken through the hundreds of vessels defending the system. Now there were hundreds of Covenant carriers, destroyers, frigates and cruisers in orbit, trading fire with UNSC Halcyon and Marathon-class cruisers, and other frigates and destroyers. The battle was slowly becoming a rout for Earth space fleet. When that happened, the Covenant would proceed with orbital bombardment. Billions would die. Humanity would end. Master Chief had the power to change that. He patched himself into Earth Defence Net, and spoke to Admiral Faros again, whom was commanding the super MAC station London. “Admiral, this is the personal ship of the last Prophet. If we kill him, the Covenant will collapse. I have other information that can finish the Covenant, sir. I just need the chance to get into the Covenant battle net.” “Master Chief, my MAC gun has enough in it to take on that ship. If you can take down its shields, I can take it out. I’ll send my AI through this transmission, he should be able to get you inside the Covenant battle net. Remember to get off that ship before I blow it up, son.” A burst of static interrupted the channel, as the platform Washington was rammed and destroyed by a Covenant super-carrier. Master Chief spoke when the channel cleared. “I will, sir” He paused as a link appeared within his helmet signifying the transfer. “How long can you hold on?” “Don’t worry about me, soldier, I didn’t survive this far without learning a few tricks,” said the Admiral gruffly, “I’ll assign a few warships to keep the Prophet where he is.” Master Chief considered that, “Sir, that’ll accelerate the damage the rest of the fleet takes.” “Then you’d best be quick, hadn’t you? And hope your information is enough to save us all. Here’s Simeon.” With that, the Admiral signed out. A presence filled the implants within Master Chiefs head, and a voice echoed out. “Hello?” A prissy, male voice. Master Chief frowned inside his helmet. He missed Cortana, despite himself. That AI, a female version, had bonded with Master Chief throughout this past year. Now he had to adapt to another AI, and learn its idiosyncrasies. “No time for introductions, Simeon.” “Sim will do. What name would you prefer?” Master Chief hesitated, and shook his head. “Let’s get going. Cortana uploaded the structure of this ship into my memory banks, guide us towards a battle net uplink or towards the shield generators.” “Leave this room and turn left, and follow the symbols to the shield generators. There’s two uplink points along the way.” Loading his rifle, Master Chief snuck out the docking bay, moving from cargo container to container. The doors parted, and he turned left. A Grunt stood there, fumbling with his plasma pistol. The creature was small and armoured in a life support jacket, and the species was renowned for its cowardice. The way it fought trembling fingers to hold its pistol, and failing, prove that point. The pistol dropped to the ground, and Master Chief shot him. Appropriating the plasma pistol, he said to Simeon, “You could’ve told me he was going to be there.” “I assumed you paid attention to the radar.” Master Chief gritted his teeth, but carried on. From that point on he did pay attention to the radar, and managed to avoid being jumped by a squad of Jackals and Drones. The fore was a bird like, lizard creature armed with a shield, and the latter an insectoid flier with antigravity assists. Neither type survived long against bullets and plasma. Master Chief had a tactic of running upto the Jackals, punching apart their shield, and shooting them. The bolts they managed to get off at him just bounced off his personal shield. A few metres down the corridor, dimly lit and rumbling under impact, was a computer terminal. It was surrounded by Brutes and Jackals. Brutes were the new prime specie within the Covenant, tall, ape-like, and, well, brutish. Their move into the prime slot had sparked off a civil war within the Covenant, with the Elites, Grunts and Hunters fighting the Brutes, Drones and Jackals. Elites were tall and lizard like, while Hunters were massive creatures with blue skin, armed with a plasma rod, spitting a stream of plasma, rather than a beam. As Master Chief sneaked forward in the shadows, an Elite resolved in front of the Master Chief’s face. The Chief spun his rifle towards the Elite that had dropped his cloak, but the Elite held his arm. “Don’t, demon,” whispered the Elite, hoarse. Purple blood was splattered down his blue armour, some his, some another. “We must work together, for now. I need to get to the comm station and inform my brothers about the Prophets betrayal. Will you assist me?” “I suppose so,” said the Chief. “Make me a distraction, and I’ll do the rest.” “Indeed, demon” the Elite shimmered and disappeared again. A reflection remained, barely visible, and the Elite moved forward. The Elite went around the Brutes, and shot one in the face. The others turned towards the new threat, and Master Chief threw a grenade into their formation. An explosion ensued, and the bodies flew apart. The Elite went upto the comm station, and pressed a button. After a few moments of tapping, which became increasingly fanatic, Master Chief said, “Well?” “It’s been deactivated, demon” said the Elite. He pointed down the corridor, “There’s another - ” “Down the corridor, yes. And stop calling me demon” “Let us move then,” said the Elite, gruffly. Simeon spoke, “The next uplink is working.” Chief nodded; at least he was useful for something. The two of them moved forward, the Elite camouflaged. At the second uplink, a hoard of Brutes were again there. This time they noticed the shimmering reflection of the Elite, and peppered him with plasma bolts. In a few moments the Elite was down in a pool of purple blood. He had, however, killed a Brute. A moment was all the Chief needed. Charging a plasma rocket, he fired with his rifle. The bullets opened up wounds in the Brutes skin, but they fired nevertheless. Master Chief threw himself at one wall, and bounced off it into a roll. His plasma rocket slammed into a Brute, and a haze of green energy filled. His visor filtered the explosion, and Chief mowed down the last ones effortlessly. Walking to the uplink, Chief placed his hand on the interface. Simeon’s presence dwindled, and then returned an instant later. “The monitor is down.” “You said - ” “I know what I said!” he said, annoyance in his voice, “They’re deactivating them ahead of us.” He sounded thoughtful again, “They must be anticipating us…” “So we do something they don’t expect.” “Like what?” Master Chief put three Covenant plasma grenades on the floor, and activated them all. Running down the corridor, Master Chief answered, “Blow a hole in the floor.” A blue explosion rang out, and Master Chief jumped through the hole. Grudging respect rang in Simeon’s voice. “Well done, I guess. I suppose you have your uses. Not many, but some.” Master Chief slapped the area of his head where his implants were located. Simeon laughed. Master Chief smiled tightly. This was going to be a long day. -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 11/11/05 3:02pm Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN) Chapter Two update!!!
	Chapter Two Harbinger, Tannab orbit General Garm Bel Iblis, old and wizened, sat at the bridge of his Mon Calamari Cruiser, the Harbinger. Five years after he had taken the cruiser as his flagship, Alliance command had finally gotten around to retrofitting the old ship. And when Iblis thought he’d finally be able to leave Mon Calamari spacedock and relieve his boredom, some bright spark had suggested trying to adapt Imperial Interdictor technology to Mon Calamari warships. And of course, with the Harbinger in dock, out of a hundred other cruisers, it had to have been picked. Bel Iblis hated boredom more than ever, especially in his old age. While Generals Antilles, Celchu and Cracken had retired at the end of the war, Bel Iblis, the old warhorse, had decided to stay on in the Alliance navy. With the vestiges of the Yuuzhan Vong still around, it had seemed like a good way to stay busy. Despite all the problems with them and the Ssi-Ruuk, Bel Iblis had never managed to stay busy. Sure, the Ssi-Ruuk problem had grown, but it had quieted long enough for Bel Iblis to get his ship serviced. And now the civil war had reopened, he was itching to take his fleet there. But instead he was going through tests and re-tests and re-re-tests of his flagship, before they actually switched on the Interdictor generator. It was killing Bel Iblis. Now, finally, his generators were ready for a real test. With the Star Destroyer Elegos A’kla in system, the scientists and engineers were finally ready. There was no incoming traffic expected by Tannab Control, and no ships passing past the system in hyperspace expected, according to Sector Control. This was just a test to see if the new generators would keep a ship in real space. There’d be more tests afterwards. Bel Iblis cringed inwardly. “Okay,” said the General, rubbing his hands in anticipation, “Let’s get this test started.” At last. “Power up the generators.” Bel Iblis frowned at that, he had only given this order once before, at the Battle of Talfiglio, five years ago. That brought back memories… “Ah, General?” came a winsome Lieutenant, “Are you listening, sir?” Bel Iblis focused, “Sorry, Lieutenant, my brain slipped. What did you say?” “The field is up and stable, and the Elegos is ready to jump on your order.” “Well, get her to jump,” said Bel Iblis, smiling. “Yes, sir.” The lieutenant barely managed to spin on her heel when a Mon Calamari engineer gave out a shout, “The fields buckling, sir, something is jumping in.” “What?” said the General, “There’s nothing supposed to be incoming!” He grinned tightly; if this went wrong, several million credits had just gone to waste. And he’d be in port for even longer. The thought was unbearable. “The ship appears to have been jumping past, from its entry vector. It’s quite large. A capital ship, at least. It’s emerging now.” “Get it on screen,” said the General, irritable. If some Alliance officer had accidentally timed it so a ship jumped in at this exact moment, Bel Iblis was going to dismiss someone, quickly. But it wasn’t just one ship. It was dozens. Imperial Star Destroyers, Victory Star Destroyers, Lancer Frigates, Interdictor, strike and carrack cruisers. A full Imperial squadron. The Generals eyes narrowed, “What’s going on?” Ships continued to materialise, an ever wracking count of warships. When the number surpassed a hundred, Bel Iblis snapped, “Battle stations, we’ve intercepted an Imperial invasion fleet.” “But sir,” said an Elomin, “The equations state we are at peace with the Imperial Remnant, there hasn’t been hostilities for over a decade.” “Officer,” said Garm, “There is over one hundred Imperial warships out there. The only Imperial forces in Alliance space are at Denon, Bakura and Coruscant. There are no scheduled maneuvers planned, and no campaigns. I know, I talked to Admiral Kre’frey this morning.” The Elomin was silent. The alarms sounded. The tactical officer sounded out, “The ships have stopped jumping in, sir.” “Give me a count, sensors.” “Two six four warships sir, repeat, two hundred and sixty four warships. Twenty four, I repeat, twenty four of which are Star Destroyers. It’s a heavy sector group, sir.” “At least the generator works,” Bel Iblis said. Sparks elicited from the Mon Calamari’s board, and the officer spoke, “Not anymore, sir. The disruptions were too much for the reactors.” Bel Iblis really didn’t care. An icy feeling had taken residence within his stomach. “Open me a channel. Imperial Fleet, why are you infringing on Alliance territory?” A bland officer, captain of the Reprieve, replied, “That’s top secret, General.” “Is that from Pellaeon, or Admiral Kre’frey?” A long pause. “I’m not at liberties to comment on that,” said the stiff-lipped Imperial, swallowing. “Pellaeon then.” Bel Iblis waved the comm off, and turned to his comm officer. “Tell Elegos to activate her own generators, and send a message on the situation to Denon Command.” He walked over to sensors, “See if you can find the eventual location of this fleet, extrapolating from their arrival vector.” Turning to the Mon Calamari, “And report on the damage.” All replied, “Yes, sir.” The message was sent off. When his reports came in, Bel Iblis was perturbed. Not by the fact he was allowed to send a message, and no jamming prevented him from doing so. Not by the fact his vessel would have to go back into the shipyards again. Bel Iblis was confused and confounded by the original heading of the Imperial Fleet. Wild Space. Rimward of Geonosis. Shortly after sending his message to Denon, sensors detected an encrypted message to the Imperial Fleet. That in itself was foreboding. The Imperials had been using an Alliance military code for the past four years. A few moments after that, the Imperial’s own Interdictors activated, and all comm channels were jammed by an enemy Allegiance-class destroyer. Tractors latched onto the two Alliance warships, and ion cannons crippled them, vast waves of blue energy hammering two top of the line warships. Bel Iblis managed to get off a few meager shots, failing to penetrate the Star Destroyers shields. Sitting in his chair and steeping his fingers, Bel Iblis realised something. The Imperials had occupied Tannab. And declared war on the Alliance. The Galactic Civil War had just began again. But the most deadly and perturbing note was that the Alliance had no idea what Pellaeon was planning near Geonosis. The Alliance would be outflanked, and, at worst destroyed. -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 11/12/05 11:58am Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN) Updated!
	Bumping before update Please R & R! -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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skywalker64089 Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 11/12/05 12:01pm Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	You know, if they were going to offer assistance to someone in wild space, and they were just pulled out by accident, sounds like someone screwed up by the numbers. S. -----signature----- [link:http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/22177775/p1/?0]Shifting Space[/link] Mara Jade & Luke Skywalker: Took them long enough!!!!!! Slicer of TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 11/12/05 1:07pm Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	Enjoyed the two sections immensely. I'm surpsied Iblis wasn't more taken back at 246 ships jumping through. Things area really heating up now. Excellent posts Sinrebirth! -----signature----- I've been waiting so long to be where I'm going
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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 11/17/05 6:01am Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN)
	Chapter Three Chimaera, Borosk orbit Grand Admiral Pellaeon’s desk comm chimed, and he knew his plan had failed. He had informed the Moff’s and the Admirals that they would follow his orders to the line, and not deviate. He would inform them of the battle plan, when and if he decided they needed to. None of the Admirals had been informed of the complete plan, and the Moff’s had been shuttled to a redoubt on Valc VII, safe and far away from Alliance territory. The war Pellaeon had prepared for was reliant on hiding the battle from the Alliance, or risk the release of the plague known as the Flood. But now they knew. Now it was on to phase two of the Empire’s plan, and the inevitable path towards a galactic war. The first fleet he had deployed had been caught mere hours after his transmission, and the others would be needed to defend the Remnant. The rings had to wait for now. It could take weeks to assemble sufficient force now. And weeks would be too late. Pressing a button on his desk, Pellaeon sent pre-prepared messages to Imperial agents within Alliance space. Sleeper cells would be activated, and specific ships seized. Bringing up another display, Pellaeon activated a hypercomm transmitter within his desk, sending an algorithm to five hundred warships. Warships that didn’t even belong to the Remnant. The coordinates for the fleets had been prepared a decade ago, blocking all entrances into the Remnant. Captains would find their ships suddenly turn about and launch into hyperspace, their control lost. Pellaeon was sacrificing them, coldly and remorselessly to stall the Alliance march on the Empire. Every ship they deterred would save another million Imperial lives. Walking over to the viewport of his lounge, he watched the Interdictor Wrack drift past. The Interdictor had been sharply upgraded in the past few weeks for an eventual deployment at Lwhekk, but now that the Ssi-Ruuvi Civil War was of secondary importance. The modifications, the increased armament and armour, equivalent to that of a Dreadnaught, the quick-reaction computer systems and improved engines, sublight and hyperdrive, were now to be put towards this new campaign. “Miat Temm” he said, aloud. “Yes, Admiral?” came her voice, already standing at the doorway. Force-skills, he assumed. A black lightsabre pommel, forged by herself, dangled from her belt, showing up starkly on the olive-green Imperial uniform. “Shuttle over to the Wrack. You’re going to captain her for this next mission.” “Did the first plan fail, sir?” Pellaeon, knowing very little about Jedi in general, particularly how the Force worked, raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know already?” Despite his personal experience with C’Boath, Palpatine, Desann and Tavion, the Force was as mysterious to him as the life cycle of Ruurians was to a Bothan. “I don’t read your thoughts, remember? That was our agreement. I would never infringe on your personal feelings, or your personal judgement.” “But you should,” said Pellaeon, turning about to Miat, using wizened eyes, “You should. My judgement, from these old eyes, doesn’t ring clear.” “We are a long way from seeing this through to the end, Admiral,” she paused. “But I honestly don’t see how you can present this to the Alliance without there being some mad scramble for the rings. But…” she trailed off. “But?” he prompted, letting the edge fall from his voice. She came to the point. “I believe we should enlist the Jedi,” This was surprising. Despite her lineage, Miat Temm had purposely avoided the Jedi, fidgeting over even meeting Leia Organa Solo and Danni Quee all those years ago. To ask for their help meant something. Particularly to her, personally, and particularly to an Imperial. Anti-Jedi semitism still existed, to a degree, in Imperial space. “Any particular Jedi? There are at least sixty to pick from. Or maybe all of them?” “Masters Skywalker and Jade. The Solo’s in particular. They have proven themselves trustworthy in the past.” “They did lose the Widowmaker” he reminded her mildly. “Not purposely.” Pellaeon shifted his eyebrows, and Miat added hastily, “Sir.” “We will see,” he said, turning back to the viewport. “Prepare the Wrack. Make sure everything is safe for my arrival at Denon.” Miat’s eyebrows rose. “You won’t be accompanying the Wrack?” “No,” said Pellaeon, unpleasant memories stirring off him. Memories two decades old. “I have to stop off somewhere else first.” “May I ask where?” Pellaeon tightly grinned, “Mrkyr” -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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TheCrazyRodian Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 11/17/05 9:47am Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN) Chapter Three Posted!!!
	Whoa. This is really cool. I like the way you started it--with the questions, and then bringing it all into the Star Wars universe with the "Pellaeon knew the answer" line. Soooo excellent. -----signature----- My body wears a green scent, as on the verge Between green laughter and green sorrow I have walked all day Until my legs have gone lame, and still the spring seems spirited away. --Yi Sanghwa
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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 11/23/05 6:06am Subject: RE: Star Wars : The Halo Crisis (Halo/Star Wars crossover, Post-NJO, Pre DN) Chapter Three Posted!!! - Date Edited: 11/23/05 6:08am (1 edits total) Edited By: Sinrebirth
	Thanx for the reviews, people. Tomorrow I'll post even more, when I write it. Chapter Four High Charity, Halo orbit Sadness tinged the destruction. Thousands of Flood forms attacked High Charity, taking over tens of thousands more. Ships were fleeing the holy city of the Covenant by the dozen, some carrying Covenant civilians, many filled with Flood forms. The Covenant Fleet, divided between the Elites and Brutes, was trying to take on them all, but they were being overwhelmed. The Flood was slowly taking over the armada. Hundreds of warships had been destroyed at the outbreak of the Covenant Civil War, but hundreds more were falling to the Flood. In a rising tide of plague, the Flood was consuming the Covenant people. High Charity, the holy city of the Covenant, thirty kilometres in height, fifteen at its greatest radius, was under siege and release. But disgust and despair did not perturb Cortana, the Artificial Intelligence Master Chief had left behind to save Earth. A sad melancholy overcame her, as she knew her life was about to hit the terminator line, and end. Even if she survived, Cortana was doomed to flee the Flood from computer system to terminal to uplink for the rest of her life, until High Charity was absorbed and destroyed. Her image was beamed from a Covenant holo emitter, a small cylinder with a bulb atop it. Numbers formed her skin, zeros and ones that flowed round her entire body. Her body was normally pink, but could flash red when she was angered. Now, it was tinged blue, reflecting her inner feelings. Computer AI’s formed personality quirks that eventually became individuals, and her bond with Spartan 117 had amplified and sped up that process. Watching as the Flood absorbed more Covenant warships, she hoped the Covenant would defeat the Flood and drive them back down. But as the hour dragged by, it was apparent the Covenant had no chance. The Halo ring had activated and failed, and Cortana had triangulated the coordinates of the signal to Earth. Cortana hoped Master Chief would be able to stop Truth, save Earth and the galaxy with it. All in a day, she laughed humourlessly. But as the Covenant armada collapsed, and she couldn’t distinguish between Elite, Flood and Brute warships, Cortana knew it was her time to save the galaxy. If the Flood escaped Halo, the galaxy would be finished anyway, whether or not Earth survived. Looking over to her left, she saw the UNSC Cruiser that the Flood had taken and rammed into High Charity, filled with infection forms and dropships. Dozens of Pelican dropships and Longsword fighters had been loaded with Flood and launched at the Covenant armada, and the more ships they took, the more Flood were launched. It was a cascading tide that grew exponentially. Cortana had managed to hack into the cruisers database, and prepared to overload its reactors. The explosion hopefully would consume High Charity and, hopefully, trigger an explosion within the cities core, destroying the Covenant armada and, hopefully, Halo. Far to many ifs in that plan, but Cortana had relied on lady luck before, and triumphed. Cortana, tinged with depression and melancholy, activated the cruisers reactors. Withdrawing from that location, Cortana sent her data rocketing away from the explosion. A vast explosion was tore out of High Charity, and the city titled. Flood and Covenant ships collided and careened into the city, some trying to flee and others trying to save the city. All failed. The explosion suddenly spluttered, and the holy city of the Covenant dipped towards Halo, caught in the gravity of the immense superweapon. Cortana braced for a secondary explosion. None happened. The fuel within the Cruiser had been drained, undoubtedly because of the long battle over Earth, the jump to this Halo, and the running battle it had fought against Covenant and Flood forces. Without the large first explosion, the reactors of High Charity would not detonate. And without that cataclysmic detonation, the Flood Armada would survive and launch into the galaxy. Cortana had failed. It was heartbreaking. She considered deleting herself right now, but she couldn’t. She had to try everything before she gave up. She was the last hope for the galaxy. She tried activating High Charities reactors, overloading any power source on the city, communicating with Earth or any Covenant fleet or anyone that could stop the Flood. High Charity dove into Halo’s atmosphere, a flaming fireball of destruction and death. The city itself would survive, and the Flood would undoubtedly. The only conciliation was that the Flood would not be so vast and immense upon the cruisers and destroyers of the Covenant fleet. At least there would not be a planetary city invading Earth. No, it would only be an armada. Cortana closed her eyes, and hoped High Charity would at least dent Halo. It didn’t. A few trees ignited, and a few rivers bubbled away, but High Charity survived. The Flood reached in. -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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