The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU

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  1. Overchecker Jedi Padawan

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    This is what you call a short Story? :eek:
  2. Barbarossa_Rotbart Jedi Knight

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    Nearly two months have passed and there is still no new chapter...
  3. FTeik Force Ghost

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    I've been a member of these boards for almost six years without a problem. However during the last three or four months i was temporarily banned (largely for disagreeing with the new VIP-policy at the literature-board) trice.

    I don't own this place and i don't make the rules, but I'm also not willing to censor myself or keep silent on matters i think different of feel strongly about, so it might happen again and i don't know, if I'm coming back in such a case (there is a live outside of JediCouncilForums).

    Should this happen there would be no future updates of my stories on this board, but I am and would be posting them at fanfiction.net or stardestroyer.net.
  4. FTeik Force Ghost

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    Well, its been a while and for that I want to apologize. Aside from my troubles with the moderating-stuff mentioned above, the company I was working for changing ownership (and I'm looking for a new job because of that) the current temperatures are poison for my writing skills. Or less my skills, but my willingness.

    Enough of my complaining. Here is the next part. Enjoy!



    The Colliding of Empires


    "Thats it, we're out of here."

    Leia wasn't sure, if she had ever seen Han move so fast. One moment he was leaning almost comfortably in his pilot-seat, the next second he was bent over his controls, his body tense and a look of pure concentration on his face.

    "Han, we ... ."

    "Chewie, shields up and weapons ready."

    "Han, we ... ."

    "Janson, it looks like you get that action you ... ."

    "Don't, Lieutenant. HAN." Leia shouted.

    "WHAT?" The Corellian shouted back.

    "Would you please calm down and have a look? This ship isn't here for us. They're in a parking orbit and their engines are down. At the moment they don't know about out presence. If we act stupid now, we're giving our position away and raise suspicions."

    "Why else would they be here? First ORD Friggas and now Nal Hutta. That can't be a coincidence." Han argued, but he put his hands away from the helm.

    "If you'd be trying to ambush somebody, would you have your ship in a parking-orbit? Would you have your shields down and your thrusters in stand-by-mode?" Leia asked.

    "That depends, sweetheart. If i would be hiding behind a planetary horizon active shields and thrusters could give me away. A Commander making an ambush might think, that the element of surprise and the range of his weapons will compensate for limited manouverability."

    "But we don't know why they're here. Even if we feel different, the galaxy doesn't rotate around us. Or do you think, that ImperialIntelligence has penetrated the Alliance-Council and got wind of our mission?"

    "Don't bet against it, sweetheart." Han grumbled. His faith in the leadership of the Rebellion or - to be more precise - his faith in some of the members of the High Council had never been that great.

    "Then why didn't they send a Star Destroyer? Why a new kind of ship? If it is a new ship at all."

    "To have deniability. To be able to deny their involvement in some things. To keep their hands clean. When I was at the academy part of the reasoning for the continued military build-up was the existance of extra-galactic invaders. That was ten years ago and maybe somebody on Coruscant has thought, that the time is right for some of them to show up." Han explained.

    "Don't be ridiculous. At that time Palpatine still had to worry about the senate, which isn't the case anymore. Besides, if for the twenty-five-thousand years of the Old Republic no extra-galactic invaders appeared, why should they now?" Leia asked.

    "Your Highness, ... ."

    "Perhaps after twenty-five-thousand years its about time?" Han suggested.

    "Your Highness, ... ." C3-PO tried again.

    "Yeah, what is it, Goldenrod?"

    "I just wanted to suggest, that we make contact with Durga the Hutt. Instead of wasting time with useless speculation we could simply ask him. As our host he is waiting for our call and as an important person on his world he probably knows more about the people inside this alien ship than we do."

    Both of them, Leia and Han looked at C-3PO.

    "You know, Goldenrod, sometimes you have really good ideas." Han muttered. "Chewie."

    "Thank you, Master Solo."

    It took several moments to establish communications between the Falcon and Durga the Hutt's residence on Nal Hutta. Han first had to talk to a servant at the com, than Durga's majordomus and finally the huge, bloated face of Durga himself appeared.

    "Princess Leia Organa, welcome to Nal Hutta."

    "Greetings, Lord Durga. On behalf of myself and the Alliance to Restore the Republic."

    "I wasn't sure you and your Rebellion would follow my invitation, but now that you're here I'm glad about it."

    "Since the goal of the Alliance is the liberat
  5. Omar_Hawk Jedi Padawan

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    A new Post at last. I already lost my hopes. ;-)
    But too short. Hope the next update wouldn't last so long.
  6. Barbarossa_Rotbart Jedi Knight

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    I think I know that will happen.
    Roi will flirt with Leia and learn the Truth about the Empire.
    The Empire will attack Nal Hutta to capture the rebels but Roi will help them to escape aboard of his ship.
  7. Spike2002 Former FF-UK RSA and Arena Manager

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    Sorry I've missed this for so long. I keep forgetting there is still a Classic Fan Fic section :p

    An excellent update, and some good covering of galactic history, and reasoning from Han and Leia related to the Trade Federation. Even if they're wrong :p

    Looking forward to the next update.
  8. Barbarossa_Rotbart Jedi Knight

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    I've been waiting here for so long
    And all this time has past me by
    It does'nt seem to matter now
  9. FTeik Force Ghost

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    Sorry for the long delay. I wanted to have the next chapter finished long ago, but I was away from home for several days and the last two weeks I was down with a really bad flu. I hope I have the next chapter finished next sunday.[face_blush]
  10. ironduke57 Jedi Padawan

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    That would be great!!

    Regards,
    ironduke57
  11. FTeik Force Ghost

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    Well, here we go. You have no idea how long I've searched for the english terms for Roi Danton's wardrobe. :)



    The Colliding of Empires


    Nom Anor stood on one of the landing-platforms of Durga the Hutts palace-fortress and watched the descent of the diskus-shaped vessel. According to its owners the craft was a "Space-Jet". He had learned, that its name was "Sanglier" and that it served as personal transport for Roi Danton, a name he had never heard before. He had also learned, that this Roi Danton was King of an Organisation, which called itself "Free Traders of Boskyk's Star", a group he had never heard of before, too. Nom Anor had also never heard from a sun or system that belonged to a man called Boskyk.

    Nom Anor didn't like things he didn't know about and since he didn't know anything about a Roi Danton or "Free Traders" or Boskyk's Star he was nervous and had felt compelled to have a personal look at these strangers himself. Not that he would have had a choice in the matter, since Durga had ordered him to greet their guests anyway. Which was the reason, why he was now standing on a landing-platform and had to endure the natural climate of Nal Hutta.

    Watching the small ship coming closer and closer he cursed the shapers of the ooglith-masker he was wearing. Not because he was a vain man and the masker concealed his true and glorious features of a Yuuzhan Vong faithful to the gods and successful on his mission, but because the ooglith-masker failed to filter the smell of Nal Hutta. Oh, he could understand the need for the living dress to give him access to every sensory input of what was going on around him, but Nal Hutta with its sick plant-life, the pollution responsible for it and its swamps had an unique odor of its own. The waste-functions of the living organisms used by the Yuuzhan Vong instead of technological devices had their own unpleasent smell of course, but it was still a healthy smell. During the few years he had been among the infidels of the galaxy he was in Nom Anor had learned, that some of the industrial facilities produced strong smells of their own, but those had had their own flavour of belonging where they were, too. Here on Nal Hutta however, it looked as if the worst of both worlds had come together to produce a stench, that was hard enough to test even the most faithful of Yun-Harlas disciples. As if to make matters worse it had also started to rain. It was only a light rain, but Nom Anor and his small entourage of Gamorreans and Nikto were still soaking wet when the disk-shaped Space-Jet set down. How typical of the avaricious Durga to have no force-field covering the landing-platform. Realizing, that he was wishing for one of the infidels blasphemous devices to provide to his comfort Nom Anor muttered another curse. There would be no place for him among his own people, if he allowed himself to be corrupted by the pleasures and comforts the infidels technology created. He couldn't allow himself to become weak and decadent. The spy of the Yuuzhan Vong vowed silently to either convince the warriors to blow the planet out of its misery or to convince the shapers to completely re-shape its enviroment. And he would be there to see it.

    A buzzing sound forced Nom Anor out of his day-dreams. Biting on his lower lip and enjoying the quick sting of pain he concentrated his thoughts on the here and now where they belonged. A hatch opened in the ventral half of the Space-Jet and a ramp was lowered. As soon as it touched the ground a small man pranced down. Nom Anor registered the bluish skin and thick brown hair of the figure with interest, but his remaining eye went wide when he saw, what the man was carrying in front of him. Something that looked a lot like a drum. The native of the Wega-system came to a halt in front of the ramp and stepped to the side of the ramp, while he completely ignored Nom Anor and his entourage.

    "Mademe e Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen, Worthy and Unworthy Ones, be ready to welcome his Royal Majesty Roi Danton, King of the Free Traders of Boskyk's Star.
  12. Barbarossa_Rotbart Jedi Knight

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    That was very interesting:
    Durga suspects Nom Armor of foul play and wants to collect the bounty for the rebels. Never trust a Hutt, but also never underestimate Roi Danton. He stumbles across all that and will foil the Hutt's and Nom Armor's plans. And, of cause, he will rescue the maiden fair. ;)
  13. Spike2002 Former FF-UK RSA and Arena Manager

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    "Mademe e Messieurs

    Didn't know the Hutts spoke French ;)

    Durga is right to suspect Nom Anor. Though he doesn't know the half of it. I wonder if he eventually finds out, sooner than expected...
  14. Barbarossa_Rotbart Jedi Knight

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    It was the Ferron and not the Hutt who spoke french and I doubt that anyone understood him. ;)

    When can we read the next part?
  15. FTeik Force Ghost

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    We will see, who will be in need of rescue ...


    Concerning the next part, I have good news and bad news. The good news is I got a new job at the beginning of the year. The bad news: it is a vergy good job, one I want to keep and also very complex. So aside from regular work I have to do one or two hours in addition in the evenings to get myself up to the task. Consequently this is time I no longer have for hobbies and the making of updates. This will change back once I'm fit at my new field of work, but until then it will take even longer than before. I'm really sorry about that, but the issues of real life take priority.
  16. Barbarossa_Rotbart Jedi Knight

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    So, the story is as good as dead. :(
    I hope that we will see a new chapter soon.
  17. FTeik Force Ghost

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    I find your lack of faith disturbing.;)
  18. Barbarossa_Rotbart Jedi Knight

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    Yeah, but I am right, am I not? Please post the next chapter soon or tell us that you will not continue it.
  19. FTeik Force Ghost

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    No, you are wrong. The next chapter is already in the making. If we are lucky I have it finished tomorrow evening. If not, next week.
  20. Barbarossa_Rotbart Jedi Knight

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    Ten days have past, and still no new chapter!
  21. FTeik Force Ghost

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    I'll admit, I was overly optimistic, but two thirds of the next part are finished.
  22. FTeik Force Ghost

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    The Colliding of Empires


    With a barely audible thump the door closed behind the terrans, leaving them to their own devices in one of the guest-suites of Darth Vader's palace on Coruscant.

    "Alone." Iwan-Iwanowitsch Goratschin stated. "Finally."

    "How alone we really are is still something to be discovered." Atlan muttered and gave Kasom a wink. "Major, if you'd be so kind."

    Understanding the unspoken order of his superior the giant from Ertrus took a scanner-like device out of the multitude of his pockets and started to search the quaters for hidden cameras and listening-devices.

    "Dear god." Rhodan muttered and stretched his back. "I thought this party would never end."

    His companions, who knew about the dislike of their Grandadministrator for social events of this kind, grinned at each other.

    "I could have told you." Atlan mocked. "Sooner or later all good things come to an end."

    "In this case later. And especially you're one to talk about a good thing." Rhodan shot back. He looked at his friend, his concern for the well-being of the arkonide appearing on his face. "I have sweated blood and water during that "friendly" duel of yours. More than once I thought this to be the last day of your ten-thousand year long life."

    "I find your lack of faith disturbing." Atlan's voice had still an ironic tone. Then his features softened. "I'm grateful for your concern, friend, but the situation was far from out of control."

    "It certainly didn't look to us this way." the Grandadministrator argued.

    "Because you lack the experience to judge, no matter how often we spar against each other."

    "Even with my limited experience I could tell, that Vader could have killed you on several occasions."

    "Oh, I'm sure he could have killed me anytime, if he only wanted." Atlan argued calmly. "But that was something that we knew before this contest, now didn't we?"

    "Maybe. So tell me again. Why did you have to risk your life this way?" Rhodan already knew the answer, had known it all along, but he needed the confirmation from his friend. Needed the justification for the risk his friend had undergone.

    "Because Vader is one of the most powerful men of a galaxy-spanning empire and we need to know how far such a man can be pushed before he loses control."

    "Well, you certainly pushed him to the limit, Lordadmiral." John Marshall added. "That much I was able to discover."

    "In every case pushing is an activity, that always makes me thirsty." Perry Rhodan said hastily in an attempt to let prevent the telepath from talking about his special ability in front of possible "bugs". Not that it might be of much use, since Darth Vader certainly didn't need technical gadgets to learn about them. "Now I need a drink."

    Kasom, who had finished his examination of the suite took the bridge Rhodan's comment offered him.

    "Me too. This suite is in need of a "Kammerjäger" (german = destroyer of vermin), who takes care of the guests." Specialists of the USO were required to know at least two of the old terran languages for cases like this, Rhodan knew the language because of his german ancestry and Atlan - well, Atlan was Atlan.

    "About how much of a need are we talking, Kasom?"

    "Just a modest one. Nothing a litre of Vurguzz and the hindquater of an ox couldn't cure. Medium with a sharp pepper-sauce."

    "I doubt they know pepper in this galaxy." Goratschin said. "And until you know the local equivalent you'll have to use your own stuff."

    "Thankfully I'm prepared for everything." the USO-specialist explained with a grin and took another device out of his bottomless pockets. "Although I wonder, if it is not too late in the evening for a little burning of synapses." He looked questioningly at Rhodan, asking for a permission or a decline to use the portable jamming-device.

    "There is no need to bother the room-service this late in the evening. Put your pepper-castor away."

    ---

    Unknown to the terran entourage - or so they thought - two members of Darth Vader's security-department - the room-service Rhodan hadn
  23. Barbarossa_Rotbart Jedi Knight

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    Interesting! It seems that Rhodan does not trust the Imperials and vice versa.
    Have the Akonian arrvied?
  24. Spike2002 Former FF-UK RSA and Arena Manager

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    Nice to see the inner workings of the Empire's higher echelons.

    And I'd assume the aliens they were talking about were the Ssi-Ruuk, right?
  25. Warringer Jedi Padawan

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    About the DSII, I servely doubt it could survive the substained bombardment of several dozen ultraheavy Transformcannons from the OLD MAN. Or even any smaller carried vessel... If you can call a 2.5km superdreadnaught small...

    Even if we go by the 200GT Turbolaser (sorry I'm a SpaceBattler at heart :p), that is nothing compared to up to 4000GT TF nukes. And an OLD MAN is most likely able to throw around several x0000GT nukes around. Add to that little bit that SW shields are most likely not able to block 5D energy, which a TF uses to transprt the nukes.

    Other than that, keep up the good work. :p
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