Following the Battle of CIII, the Yuuzhan Veggies were driven back. Although they'd managed to possess nearly three-fourths of the mega-verse, their war machine had been ground to a halt by the death of their leader at the hands of the yet again deceased Vong Master. Acky and EC-3 were victorious and while they made repairations to their space fleets, The Hand of Thrawn and Boba Fett's Tomato Squash and Chiss Commando units fought back the Yuzzies still entrenched and abandoned on CIII's surface...
"Sea-Fire 4! Sea-Fire 4! PULL UP, PULL UP!!!"
A sonic boom.
"Sea-Fire Team: Take out the tower!"
A hundred tiny pinpricks of light blended together as they converged on their target -a massive pinnacle the Veggie ground forces had rallied at and used as their tac-base during the assault and landing of the occupation force. Surrounding it were soldiers, mercilessly cut down by another wave of blaster fire. Veggie after Veggie crumbled under the onslaught of the crack team of commandoes. Boba Fett strode through the carnage flanked by Tomato Squash and his unit. On the other side of the tower, THoT's tanks thundered on, barreling through the carcasses of the Veggie's flamethrowing beasts, firing on the tower all the while, even as more enemy soldiers poured out firing avocado thud bugs at the oncoming Chiss contingent. The battle was bloody on both sides, but finally the Veggies fell back into the pinnacle, sealing themselves within.
A lone figure stood before the durasteel door, a triple barreled magnum Blastech E-4 Pump Action Super Shot-Gun with laser beam sniper scope and heat seeking-infra-red watermelons cradled in his hands. He fired a quick burst of fire, instantly crumbling the door. THoT stepped back and the commandos poured in. The siege continued. Boba Fett and THoT waded into the firefight, fighting off a dozen Veggies in a valiant struggle. An hour later it was all over.
The last veggies comitted suicide and the wounded Yuuzhan Veggies were being rounded up and transported off world as POWs. THoT and Fett stayed behind to supervise these efforts.
"They fought hard. No doubt in that."
THoT nodded dispassionately, "What a waste. This should never have happened. I tire of this holy war."
Boba Fett laughed, grimacing. He tenderly rubbed his side where a thud bug had grazed him through his armor. "You're not the only one. But at least now the tide is turning. Now that we have these black light ships, we have a definite advantage over them. This is one less planet they can use."
The older man sighed. "True," he said whistfully.
Filmon Yarr was dishonoured. His brother lay dead in the tower, without proper burial. Filmon had been unable to die honourably and was now forced to live and face imprisonment by these infidels. But there was still a chance for repentance. He looked up past the more horribly wounded of his comrades. There was still a long line before he would board the prison ships. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two men standing facing away from the Veggies. "They do not think we are even worthy enough to continue the fight," Filmon thought. He was incensed now. This anger filled him, fueled him. How he hated the infidels. Uncaring about the consequences, he leaped out of the column of prisoners straight at one of his captors ripping the crude rifle out of his hands. It was dishonourable using this produce technology, but Yarr was already beyond repentance, yet no longer. He only got one shot off before a dozen more tore into Yarr killing him instantly, but his one shot assured him a place amongst the gods, as it found it's mark.
Boba Fett knelt over THoT's prone form. Fett was teary eyed underneath his mask. "Hand..." There was so much blood. It was obvious that THoT was beyond medical help.
THoT struggled to sit up, but collapsed back to the grassy earth. "Tell my daughter ... I love..."
At the other side of the galaxy, a lone Chiss, sat up in bed. He felt someone wink out of existence. Someone... familiar. "No!" the man said, "Father, no..."
TO:
THoT is dead. Nobody post about him or his son. Thanx for your cooperation.
"Sea-Fire 4! Sea-Fire 4! PULL UP, PULL UP!!!"
A sonic boom.
"Sea-Fire Team: Take out the tower!"
A hundred tiny pinpricks of light blended together as they converged on their target -a massive pinnacle the Veggie ground forces had rallied at and used as their tac-base during the assault and landing of the occupation force. Surrounding it were soldiers, mercilessly cut down by another wave of blaster fire. Veggie after Veggie crumbled under the onslaught of the crack team of commandoes. Boba Fett strode through the carnage flanked by Tomato Squash and his unit. On the other side of the tower, THoT's tanks thundered on, barreling through the carcasses of the Veggie's flamethrowing beasts, firing on the tower all the while, even as more enemy soldiers poured out firing avocado thud bugs at the oncoming Chiss contingent. The battle was bloody on both sides, but finally the Veggies fell back into the pinnacle, sealing themselves within.
A lone figure stood before the durasteel door, a triple barreled magnum Blastech E-4 Pump Action Super Shot-Gun with laser beam sniper scope and heat seeking-infra-red watermelons cradled in his hands. He fired a quick burst of fire, instantly crumbling the door. THoT stepped back and the commandos poured in. The siege continued. Boba Fett and THoT waded into the firefight, fighting off a dozen Veggies in a valiant struggle. An hour later it was all over.
The last veggies comitted suicide and the wounded Yuuzhan Veggies were being rounded up and transported off world as POWs. THoT and Fett stayed behind to supervise these efforts.
"They fought hard. No doubt in that."
THoT nodded dispassionately, "What a waste. This should never have happened. I tire of this holy war."
Boba Fett laughed, grimacing. He tenderly rubbed his side where a thud bug had grazed him through his armor. "You're not the only one. But at least now the tide is turning. Now that we have these black light ships, we have a definite advantage over them. This is one less planet they can use."
The older man sighed. "True," he said whistfully.
Filmon Yarr was dishonoured. His brother lay dead in the tower, without proper burial. Filmon had been unable to die honourably and was now forced to live and face imprisonment by these infidels. But there was still a chance for repentance. He looked up past the more horribly wounded of his comrades. There was still a long line before he would board the prison ships. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two men standing facing away from the Veggies. "They do not think we are even worthy enough to continue the fight," Filmon thought. He was incensed now. This anger filled him, fueled him. How he hated the infidels. Uncaring about the consequences, he leaped out of the column of prisoners straight at one of his captors ripping the crude rifle out of his hands. It was dishonourable using this produce technology, but Yarr was already beyond repentance, yet no longer. He only got one shot off before a dozen more tore into Yarr killing him instantly, but his one shot assured him a place amongst the gods, as it found it's mark.
Boba Fett knelt over THoT's prone form. Fett was teary eyed underneath his mask. "Hand..." There was so much blood. It was obvious that THoT was beyond medical help.
THoT struggled to sit up, but collapsed back to the grassy earth. "Tell my daughter ... I love..."
At the other side of the galaxy, a lone Chiss, sat up in bed. He felt someone wink out of existence. Someone... familiar. "No!" the man said, "Father, no..."
TO:
THoT is dead. Nobody post about him or his son. Thanx for your cooperation.
"What it ultimately comes down to is a matter of trust. Whether you trust me personally; whether you trust the officers who approved my promotion to the rank of admiral; whether you trust the Emperor and his decision to place me in command here. Never assume things are necessarily the way they seem, Captain. Particularly when dealing with the Emperor. Or with Me."-G.A. Thrawn to Captain Dagon Niriz in Command Decision

