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Star Wars: A Single Wish

I don't own Star Wars. Disney owns Star Wars. This Fanfiction is something I have played around with for a very long time. In my head at least and I want to write some stuff about star wars. This is a wish fulfillment and I don't expect that to get through some of the thick skulls of readers. I won't be updating this regularly, and I wont be giving it a schedule. It's just something I'll write and update when I feel like it. This story isn't set in the skywalker saga, I don't want to get within a light year of that radioactive waste dump. While the original trilogy, clone wars, and mandolorian were excellent that's where the list ends. I don't want people writing reviews for this story, but I won't say you cant. I just want people to read a star wars fanfiction that is better then most out there. I wont lie I'm inspired by A New Player In The Force. However, my story wont be anything like that fanfiction though I really suggest you people read it. Its actually written by an educated teacher whos fighting leukemia. I won't bore you guys with anymore talk so I'll get right into the synopsis now. ------------------- A young boy, no older then 15 lies dying in his hospital bed. The reason he is here is because of the illness he inherited from his mother. He doesn't resent anything about his mother or what he got from her, only that his death be as quick. Before he rested his diseased body on this bed, he would comfort his mother while he could still be considered healthy. His mother passed fast compared to the rate he is going. The Opal family dies with him, and nothing can stop that. One of the things the two did was watch movies and T.V. shows, and their favorite was everything star wars. With Nathan Opal on his last day he is happy that his painful torment shall end. This is where the story begins.

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Siege on The Star Cabal II

~~~(POV: Nathan Opal)~~~

~~~(Location: Hangerbay of Star Cabal HQ, Uncharted Space)~~~

SCORPIO stands at my side with her Techstaff in one hand and a Blaster in the other. The only doors leading further into the facility open as we start walking through the hangerbay. Soldiers pour out with their weapons drawn and firing.

I don't even need to lift my hand to stop the Blaster Bolts heading for us. In the next second, everyone in the hangerbay is lifted off the ground gripping their necks. A move that Darth Vader loved, and I can see why.

An iteration of Force Crush lies in Force Choke. It's a convenient attack. Soon, all their necks snap, and they fall to the ground. SCORPIO gets out of her fighting stance and steps over the bodies with me.

We pass through the single door leading deeper into the facility, and SCORPIO heads right for one of the consoles connected to this place's network.

"I've disabled the escape pods and turned the station's weapons on its inhabitants. The room where the leaders are gathered is located on the 13th Floor, and I've locked them in as well."

SCORPIO continues to prove that she's far more useful to me alive than dead. But we still haven't established much trust in one another, and saying even that is a lot. It helps that The Force will warn me if she tries anything.

But I'll admit her intellect scares me. Not in the sense of being killed by an incredibly smart machine, but in the sense that she'll eventually find something to gain an advantage on me. She'll start building from there.

"I'll let you lead the way, SCORPIO. If you wish to actually engage in combat, tell me now. Otherwise, I'm just going to kill everyone with The Force."

Something I remember from my past life and memories is that SCORPIO has a bloodlust. It's not an overwhelming one to take life. But a bloodlust for knowledge. So in a manner of speaking, it's a metaphor.

She thirsts for knowledge so much, that she considers every single experience something to learn. And one of the greatest opportunities is fighting.

"I prefer to have a chance to test some theories about combat against weaker organisms. Refrain from killing any stragglers leftover by the station's defenses with The Force."

Even the station's defenses couldn't kill everything. They'd adapt and shut it down, and from the sounds of SCORPIO. That's happening soon.

~~~(POV: Commander Stevor)~~~

~~~(Location: Meeting Room of Leaders for Star Cabal HQ, Uncharted Space)~~~

"I told you it was suicide to pull any of this FARK with Nathan!! He's far too powerful and far too dangerous to manipulate!! We've tried to play God, puppet master, anything word to describe it... And this is our consequence..."

Venting my anger and frustration to the leaders here is the best thing I can think of... We're already dead... He's only here in person to extend our deaths and make us suffer.

"From what I recall, Commander Stevor, all of our actions regarding Nathan Opal was based on your network of information. You're as equal to blame for all of this as we are. So instead of whining about it, help us think of a solution."

I've really grown to hate these people...

"Cause if we don't do something. All our plans to destroy The Sith and The Jedi will be ruined, and The Star Cabal will have failed! Is that something you want on your conscious!!"

I don't care anymore... We're all dead anyway...

"Say whatever manipulative shit you scumsuckers want... There isn't anything we can do... Everyone not here will be exposed soon by Theron and Satele... Our hidden Empire is already on the cusp of falling to pieces..."

My spies and informants have done their jobs and kept us in the loop about Theron and Satele... But Theron was harder since he 'went underground.' But his cybernetics have trackers after their stunt on one of our outposts.

We activated it and started tracking him. Satele and Theron were the easy ones to track and bug, but Nathan... Keeping tabs on Lone Wolves is impossible.

"He's almost here... I suggest that we send our final words to our families before he does..."

One of my friends speaks up from the security monitors. A droid with Nathan is tearing our forces apart...