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Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« on: October 02, 2011, 06:38:31 PM »
I HAVE RETURNED! And after several months of writing fanfic based off my favorite musical artist (don't ask), I am returning to my roots to bring you...a crossover fanfic! *fanfare* But I'm not telling you what the crossover is with. You'll find out soon enough.

Also, I should warn you that this fanfic is, as they put it in the My Little Pony fanfic sites, "Grim Dark". Remember how "Infection" had that dark exposition chapter where the entire ship went to hell in a handbasket? It's kind of like that. The fandom I'm crossing this over with lends itself to that. Yeah.

Anyway, here you go! ENJOY!


One:
Assigned to Centralia.

He would rather be thrown into the thick of the fighting in nothing but his underwear.

Private CC 11/2310, known to his now deceased brothers as Reach, leaned back in the shuttle chair and sighed.  Centralia.  A name spoken with dread amongst the members of the Grand Army.  The place where the shell-shocked were sent to calm down.  The place full of sole-survivors and crazies.  The place where nothing happened.  Centralia wasn’t even of any real strategic interest to anyone.  It used to have some natural fuel mining, but from what he’d heard a freak fire had burned up most of that.  Now it was just a refuel spot and a makeshift crazy house.

Being sent to Centralia was basically the equivalent of standing up in front of the GAR as a whole and announcing you weren’t fit to fight.

There were four other people in the shuttle, all clones.  One had armor with a sergeant’s markings on it and a sour expression.  The second sat completely still, his eyes darting about from person to person.  The third sat in the back and refused to look at anyone.  The fourth looked like he was fresh off Kamino.  Odd.  The kid didn’t look like he’d been through enough to drive him crazy.  “Sooo,” said the second clone, drawing out the word and casually propping up his feet on the seat next to his.  “ETA’s another hour, and I’m dreadfully bored.  What’s your name?”

The sergeant glared at him before turning his attention back to the window.  “No?  Okay, how about you, kid?”

The really young one jumped slightly.  “Uhm…J-jay,” he muttered.  “M-my name is J-jay.”

“Nice to meet you Jay, I’m Zero.”  “Zero” shrugged. “Yeah, I know, kind of stupid, but the ID is 02/0000, what else where they going to call me?”  His attention turned to the guy sitting in the back.  “How about you?”

“Name’s Slice.”  Slice finally turned to face the others.  Something about him made Reach nervous.  He didn’t look like he blinked.  “Pleasure.”

Zero nodded and turned his attention to Reach.  He rolled his eyes.  “Reach.”

“Nice to meet you.  So does anyone know why they’re being dumped on this rock, or do our respective COs just hate us?”

Tense, awkward silence quickly descended on the shuttle.  Zero had broken the unspoken rule: don’t ask why someone has been sent to Centralia.  Just recognize that there’s a reason and move on.  You probably don’t want to know, anyway.

Reach knew exactly why he’d been sent to Centralia.  He’d lost his brothers to a particularly disastrous assault on a Separatist cannon position.  Some psychological issues were to be expected, but nothing like what he had been through.  The sleepwalking, repeat nightmares, and random flashblacks had ultimately led to him blacking out in the ‘freshers, only to wake up in the med center and be informed that he’d started attacking his fellow clones.

He was cloned from one of the toughest men in the galaxy and brought up to fight.  He’d cracked after a year.  There were still guys out there, fighting, losing brothers, and carrying on, but no, he’d cracked.

He would never forgive himself for it.

Reach suspected that the others had been through similar experiences (except maybe Jay).  But he didn’t want to know about it.

“…Okay, then,” sighed Zero, who quickly got the hint that no one wanted to talk to him.  He stared out the window and muttered, “Just trying to start a conversation.”

Reach found himself with an urge to punch the man.

Yeah, well, do us all a favor.  Don’t try to start a conversation...


The first thing Slice did when he got off the shuttle was scan his surroundings.

Typical outpost.  Mess hall, bunks, storage buildings.  It was in a field on the edge of a forest.  The trees were tall, black shapes in the distance.  It was…unsettling.

Zero, he noticed, was scanning his surroundings intensely.  The others (Jay, Reach, and the unnamed sergeant) didn’t seem to care, but Zero…you’d think that he’d been dropped deep in enemy territory.

Slice wasn’t one to judge.  He was probably crazier than anyone else here and he knew it.

As he continued scanning the premises, he thought he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.  Something in the woods, something moving.

What…?


He did a double-take and stared intently into the forest.  Whatever it was, it was gone.  Of course, it was probably just the trees moving in the wind.  There was a bit of a breeze.

It wasn’t a tree, whispered a quiet, paranoid voice in the dark recesses of his mind.

Shut up, he told the voice.

But that didn’t stop him from feeling very, very nervous.

We’re not going to like it here, are we?

No.  No we are not…
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #1 on: October 02, 2011, 07:15:27 PM »
Also, I should warn you that this fanfic is, as they put it in the My Little Pony fanfic sites, "Grim Dark".
If it rains chocolate milk.... And I thought I had copy writes on this site for character's with vioces in their heads.
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #2 on: October 02, 2011, 07:46:43 PM »
And I thought I had copy writes on this site for character's with vioces in their heads.

...Do you? Oops. xD

I'M NOT TRYING TO RIP YOU OFF I SWEAR.  Please don't hate me. D:
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #3 on: October 02, 2011, 07:50:21 PM »
It's cool, but don't get any more.
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #4 on: October 02, 2011, 08:19:56 PM »
You got it. *nod nod*
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #5 on: October 02, 2011, 08:40:35 PM »
This story sounds really interesting!  I can't wait for the next part, especially since it's your writing, Screech.  :) I  have a bad feeling about Jay.  It's always the ones you least expect...
Any chance we'll see any familiar characters?

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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #6 on: October 02, 2011, 11:07:34 PM »
Any chance we'll see any familiar characters?

No, not this time. Sorry. :/

I'm glad you like it so far, though! ^^

ETA: Also, here, have part two. And please forgive the crappy Hollywood psychology that's in this next bit. :/

Two:
Of course, the inherent shame of being sent to a place meant for the lunatics of the GAR wasn’t bad enough.  No, you had to have weekly sessions with the local Jedi, who was less a military officer and more a Force-sensitive shrink.  Lovely.

Sergeant 06/2410, or M, sat uncomfortably across the desk from said Jedi.  General Ava Cairo, a woman with graying red hair and blue eyes, had the sort of facial expression one reserved for small children or patients about to be told they were dying of cancer.  “So, it’s just M, then?” she said.  Her voice had a melodious element to it that reminded him way too much of the Kaminoans.

“Yes, ma’am,” said M.  The patient’s chair was too plush.  He felt like it was trying to eat him alive.

“So, M, do you know why you were sent here?”

“Shell shock, I suspect.”

“I know there’s another reason, M.  I’d like to hear it.”

M glanced down at his lap.  He muttered the response to her question, not really wanting to say it aloud.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

Not getting out of this one.  “I said, I assaulted a superior officer. Ma’am.”

You could almost feel the awkward.


“I had some kind of a blackout.  I started attacking members of my unit.  They think it was some kind of flashback.”

General Cairo nodded.  “Do these flashbacks happen often?”

Yes.  “Sometimes, ma’am.”

The look on General Cario’s face said she knew Reach was lying.  Thankfully, she didn’t press the matter.  “I see.  Anything else?”


“I’m not really sure.  Something about me getting too paranoid.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

Zero shrugged.  “Well, let’s just say, after what happened to my brothers, I might have gotten a little too…vigilant for some peoples’ tastes.  Just trying to stay safe and all.  You know.”

“And what exactly happened to your brothers?”

“…I don’t like to talk about it.”

“Zero, it’s important that you tell…”

“Ma’am, I don’t like to talk about it.

There was a tense pause.  General Cairo cleared her throat.  “Very well.  Let’s move on, shall we?”


“I don’t understand what they were so upset about,” said Slice.  “They were the enemy.”

“They weren’t armed.”

“So?  Neither was I.  At first.”

General Cairo frowned slightly.  “So, you see no problem with the fact that you killed several separatist officers…who had surrendered?”

Slice laughed bitterly and leaned forward in his chair.  “Ma’am, let me tell you something.  The last time someone on their side claimed they were surrendering, they had enough explosives strapped to them to level a building.  That was the fifth time I was the only one to survive something.”  There was a smile on his face, but absolutely no mirth behind it.  “When you’re me, you learn two things.  One, don’t get attached to anyone, because they’re just going to die anyway.  And two?  Don’t take any prisoners.  Waste of time.”  He leaned back again.  “Yeah, I’m crazy now, but I’m still alive.  I think that’s what counts.”

For a second, General Cairo only stared at him.  She looked suitably disturbed.

She has every right to be, whispered his conscience.  We murdered those people.  Murdered.

But what if they had attacked?  protested the paranoid voice, the frightened voice.  What then?

They had it coming, murmured his dark core.  They had it coming.

He was inclined to agree with that last sentiment.

General Cairo appeared to have recovered and was scribbling something on a piece of paper.  She probably already knew about Slice’s constant mental debates.  He hadn’t exactly been shy about them when the higher-ups had finally caught wind of the fact that he was more than a little off his rocker.

Can’t wait to hear her explanation for that one…


“Jay, would you like to tell me what happened to you?”

Jay hadn’t made eye contact from the minute he set foot into General Cairo’s office.  His hands were shaking.  So was his voice.  “I-it was m-my first real b-b-battle,” he said quietly.  “I…I p-panicked.”

“Panicked how, Jay?”

“I-I couldn’t think s-st-straight. I was…”  He swallowed.  “I…I shut down.”

“Do you know why?”

“N-no.  I was fine back on K-kamino.”

But the training there had been nothing like that first battle, mortars flying, people dying all around him, blood, blood everywhere…

“I-I think-k I’m d-defective…”

“No, of course you’re not defective,” said General Cairo soothingly.  “This is completely fixable, Jay.  There’s nothing wrong with you.”

That was a lie and Jay knew it.


M.  Still grieving over the loss of the men under his command.  No chance to deal with his grief properly.  Taking it out on others instead.  Have to work on confronting self-blame and loss.

Reach.  Definitely PTSD.  Will need careful handling.

Zero is an interesting case.  Hyper vigilance as a coping mechanism for loss of “brothers”, seeking to avoid a repeat incident.  Probably harder to confront, as he doesn’t wish to talk about the incident.

Slice is a worrying case.  Repeated loss has led to an anti-social personality and extreme mental conflict.  Not at peace with himself, probably due to the unresolved loss and a desire for vengeance that he cannot achieve.  Worryingly doesn’t seem to care.

Jay.  Thrust into the conflict too early.  Potentially issues with the cloning process, but probably resolvable.  Will also need careful handling.


Ava Cairo finished her notes and glanced out the window.  One of the new patients, Slice, was standing just outside the building, staring intensely into the woods.  She read over his testimony again.  Part of me was saying not to do it, and the other part of me was saying I should run.  And another part of me wanted to kill those shabuire.  So I did.

The conscience, the part that was still Slice, the fear, brought on by everything he’d been through, and the hatred.  All those conflicting emotions chattering away in his brain.  Yes, no wonder the poor boy was so lost.

Cairo sighed and filed the papers away.  She would have plenty of time to worry about him later.  She had other patients to see right now.

“Yes, please, come in…”
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #7 on: October 03, 2011, 12:09:01 AM »
Pardon me asking, but what is this a crossover between?

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« Reply #8 on: October 03, 2011, 12:22:43 AM »
It's a surprise. ;)
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #9 on: October 03, 2011, 05:52:32 PM »
James Bond. Duh. That's Money Penny's descirption, and M is 007's superior.
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #10 on: October 03, 2011, 06:09:50 PM »
...No, actually.

Though...that would be kind of awesome. o.o

(But you are on the right track with one thing, the names are references to something.)
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« Reply #11 on: October 03, 2011, 06:25:29 PM »
James Bond rules. Too bad it's not a SW/Bond crossover.

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« Reply #12 on: October 03, 2011, 06:51:50 PM »
Nice segment Screech; I am so hooked on this story. :D  I really enjoyed how you wrote the whole psychiatry scene.  It actually reminded me of X-Factor X-Aminations, ever read it?
[spoiler]about the crossover, does it have anything to do with the slender man?  http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlenderManMythos [/spoiler]
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« Reply #13 on: October 03, 2011, 07:19:52 PM »
James Bond rules. Too bad it's not a SW/Bond crossover.

I don't know anything about James Bond so I couldn't write that. HEY DOES ANYONE KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT JAMES BOND TO WRITE A CROSSOVER?!

Nice segment Screech; I am so hooked on this story. :D  I really enjoyed how you wrote the whole psychiatry scene.  It actually reminded me of X-Factor X-Aminations, ever read it?
[spoiler]about the crossover, does it have anything to do with the slender man?  http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlenderManMythos [/spoiler]


No, I haven't. What are they about?

Also, you, sir, are a genius. Nicely done! *salute* I thought I was the only one on here who was into that. Guess I was wrong.

But yeah, that's what the crossover is with. Be very afraid.
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« Reply #14 on: October 03, 2011, 08:00:59 PM »
It's an Enderman! Notch what have you done!?!?
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« Reply #15 on: October 03, 2011, 08:06:04 PM »
No, I haven't. What are they about?

Also, you, sir, are a genius. Nicely done! *salute* I thought I was the only one on here who was into that. Guess I was wrong.

But yeah, that's what the crossover is with. Be very afraid.

Actually, I'm a cheat (it was too tempting!  The google search bar was RIGHT THERE).  But I'm glad I looked it up, I'm now making my way through the H(a)unting.  Do you have any other blog recommendations?

Also, X-Factor X-animations is a marvel comic where the X-Factor team has to go to psychiatric sessions; it's pretty good.

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« Reply #16 on: October 03, 2011, 08:38:17 PM »
What does he have to do with anything?
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« Reply #17 on: October 04, 2011, 12:22:06 AM »
It's an Enderman! Notch what have you done!?!?

No, it's Slenderman. Enderman was based off Slenderman. But Slenderman is worse.

Actually, I'm a cheat (it was too tempting!  The google search bar was RIGHT THERE).  But I'm glad I looked it up, I'm now making my way through the H(a)unting.  Do you have any other blog recommendations?

Also, X-Factor X-animations is a marvel comic where the X-Factor team has to go to psychiatric sessions; it's pretty good.

Well, you know about the mythos, so it kinda counts. xD Uhhh...if you look on the TV Tropes page it has the major blogs. Most of them are pretty good. Have you seen Marble Hornets, MLAnderson0, or TribeTwelve? They're all vlogs about Slender Man. Marble Hornets is the original and the best, TribeTwelve has the best visuals, and MLAnderson0 has crazy people. So yeah.

That does sound good! I'll have to check it out some time.

What does he have to do with anything?

Who, Slender?

Answer: EVERYTHING.
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« Reply #18 on: October 22, 2011, 05:23:16 PM »
I was still writing this, wasn't I?

Three:
He was standing on a hillside.  Waist-length grass swayed in the wind.

Everyone was dead.

Everyone was dead and it was his fault.

M moved from body to body, shaking them and begging them to wake up.  But they didn’t.

I did this, I did this, no, no, no, this can’t be happening, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!!

But he didn’t.  Or couldn’t.  Did it matter?  Same result either way.

As he stood among the bodies, he thought he saw something.  A figure in the distance.  Humanoid.  But it was too tall, far too thin, it up the Kaminoans to shame.  He couldn’t see its face, but…

Somehow he knew, he just knew there was something wrong here, that thing was wrong, wrong, wrong…

Without thinking, he pulled out his blaster and pulled the trigger.

The world around him fractured.


Everything around him was explosions and blood and dirt.  Blood in his mouth, dirt in his eyes, explosions clogging his ears.  He was screaming, but no one could hear him.  He could barely hear himself.

Reach struggled to stand, but he couldn’t.  His leg…where was his leg…where was Sage…

“Sage…?  Sage!!

He tried to drag himself forward, but something was holding him back, no, dragging him back.  He tried to fight it but it was too strong.  Let go, let go, LET GO!!!

A tall man stood on the battlefield and watch him as he was dragged away.

He called for the man’s help, but it did nothing.


He was everywhere.

Everywhere Zero looked, there he was.

The tall man, the thin man, the man who shouldn’t exist.

His life had been reduced to a slideshow of misfortune, and the man was everywhere, at every death and every loss and no.

No it wasn’t possible.

Just his paranoia talking again.

But…

No.  Stop it.  This isn’t real.  It wasn’t real.  None of it was real.

None of it was real.

Yes it was…


The room was empty.  He stood in the center, unsure of what to do.  There were no doors, no windows.  Just walls, floor, ceiling, and him.

But when Jay blinked, suddenly he was there.

A man, standing with his back facing the wall.  A tall, thin man all dressed in black.  Just standing there.  Watching.

“Hello?”

The man didn’t move, he didn’t respond.  Jay considered moving closer, but something about this felt very, very wrong.

Then he blinked, and the man was standing right in front of him.

The man had no eyes, but it stared right into hid.

The man had no mouth…

…But it screamed.

And when it screamed, it sounded like the battlefield.  Shots fired, explosions left and right, men screaming, men dying.  Jay collapsed, hands clamped over his ears, screaming, trying to make the sounds stop.

But they didn’t stop.

They would never stop.


He was in the forest.  He wasn’t sure what he was doing there, but…

I should go back to base.

That’s what he thought, but he made no effort to move.  Something about the woods was calling to him.  He knew he shouldn’t follow it, but…

As Slice looked around, he realized that one of the trees wasn’t a tree.  It was a…something.  It almost looked human, but it was too tall, too skinny, too many arms-

Wait.

Slice did a double-take.  Yes, the creature had way more than the proper amount of arms.  They swayed and drifted in the breeze like tree branches.

Reaching towards him.

Beckoning to him.

“What are you?” he whispered.

The man didn’t respond.

But suddenly, Slice felt like as though he were being assaulted from all sides.  One voice screaming, Don’t trust it! while another shouted Stay! and the third screamed, run, run, run, RUN!

Then, just as the noise threatened to overwhelm him, he woke up.


Slice sat up in bed and look around.  Where was he?

Centralia.  The base for crazy people.  His bunk.

All that stuff in the forest…it was just a dream.

And it looked like he wasn’t the only one who’d been having strange dreams.  That sergeant, M, was also wide awake and looking around frantically.  The annoying one, Zero, had rolled over in bed and looked confused.  A few rows down, Slice thought he heard crying.  Somebody was scrambling out of their bunk and making a dash for the freshers.  Reach.  Slice was pretty sure it was that Reach guy.  A couple of the others followed him, and Slice, lacking a better idea, followed them.

He could hear what sounded like retching as he approached the freshers.  Even he had to wince at the sound.  “Hey!” called one of the braver (or dumber) clones.  “You okay?”

That was, quite possibly, the stupidest thing Slice had heard that evening.

“Go away,” growled the person in return.  Yup, that was definitely Reach.  And he did not sound happy.

“I just…”

Reach shouted something in Huttsese that would have earned him a punch in the face had he said it to Slice.  The others took the hint and backed off.

Not Slice.  He waited until the others had left before peering cautiously into the freshers.  Reach was curled up against a wall, shaking all over and occasionally coughing weakly.  His legs were tucked up against his chest, and one of them was…

Oh.

Reach looked up.  Slice moved out of the doorway as fast as possible.  He figured it was safe to move when Reach didn’t emerge from the freshers and try to strangle him.

Slice hadn’t known.  He’d noticed Reach had a bit of a limp, but he didn’t know he had a mech leg.

Slice felt like he should feel sorry for Reach (or, at least, his conscience informed him he should feel sorry for Reach), but he couldn’t.  This was war.  People lost limbs all the time.  Hell, Slice couldn’t even sympathize with whatever the man had gone through that led up to him losing his leg.  Had Reach been through the worse parts of Geonosis?  Or Kamino?  Or Demon Rock?

Because Slice had.  And he had completely lost the ability to care about what other people had been through as a result.

Self-centered, don’t you think?

Slice sighed.

As he made his way back to his bunk, he notice that Zero seemed to be checking under his bed for…something.  Weird-shebs kid.

Slice climbed back into bed.  Just as he was about to settle back down, he thought he saw someone peering in the window.

But when he looked again, there was nothing there.

Look again.  It might still be there.  You should look again…

Shut up,
Slice thought with a sigh.  Let me sleep.

Paranoid Slice shut up.

But he kept worrying away silently for the rest of the night.
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #19 on: October 24, 2011, 06:02:08 PM »
Still say a mutant Enderman.
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #20 on: October 24, 2011, 06:33:38 PM »
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #21 on: October 24, 2011, 07:00:20 PM »
I can't wait to see how this story turns out!  So Slender starts to make his move...

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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #22 on: October 25, 2011, 11:01:08 PM »
Still say a mutant Enderman.

Nope. Chuck Testa.

I can't wait to see how this story turns out!  So Slender starts to make his move...

The bad news is that the story will probs go on hiatus during November because NANOWRIMO TIME. The good news is that I will finish it, I swear! (Also, I have another chapter. I just haven't typed it up yet. Derp.)
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #23 on: October 27, 2011, 07:29:45 PM »
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The bad news is that the story will probs go on hiatus during November because NANOWRIMO TIME. The good news is that I will finish it, I swear! (Also, I have another chapter. I just haven't typed it up yet. Derp.)
I'm sure the wait will be worth it. :)

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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #24 on: December 05, 2011, 10:00:33 PM »
Guess who's back? >:D

Four:
Life leveled out after those first few days.  And it didn’t take Reach long to wonder if this place was really meant to bore them all to death.

They went to their meetings, they ate, they slept, but other than that there was nothing to do.  There was a work-out area and a firing range, sure, but that got boring pretty quickly.  If they got lucky, they were sent on patrol.  Apparently, if they got really lucky, they would be sent on shore leave in a nearby village.  Neither one would be particularly interesting normally, but it wasn’t the base and that was what mattered.  However, the complete lack of anything to do meant that, like it or not, you got to know your fellow crazies really well.

The sergeant from the shuttle, M, as it turned out, didn’t talk much.  He spent a lot of time in group sessions with the other COs and NCOs, though these sessions didn’t make him any chattier.  Reach had to admit, he kind of liked M.  M kept his opinions and small talk to himself.  They had taken to spending time together and griping about how boring this place was.

Jay was a wreck.  Reach was surprised the kid had made it off Kamino.  He had a stutter, winced every time he saw a weapon, and couldn’t spend longer than a minute in the med center without having a break down.  Reach happened to witness Jay’s one time in the firing range, or at least the end result.  Jay had nearly passed out from hyperventilating.  He was either defective, really messed up, or both.  Either way, reach didn’t expect much from him.

Zero was the most paranoid shabuir Reach had ever seen.  Sure, he seemed friendly and personable at first, but the more time you spent in his company, the more you felt like he was scoping you out, weighting whether he should let you live or take you out.  He checked his bed before getting in it at night, picked his food apart before he ate it, always sat facing the door, and probably stayed armed even when he showered.  Reach had come to acknowledge that he was suffering from some sort of PTSD and he thought the man was crazy.

And then there was Slice.

Of all the newcomers, Reach knew the least about Slice.  Slice didn’t talk to people, Slice didn’t interact with people in any way.  He stayed in low traffic areas, sharpening his knife (Reach counted—he had at least three different knives) or just staring off into the woods.  Nothing seemed to phase him.  In fact, Reach wasn’t sure Slice had emotions.  He was…disconcerting.

Which is why Reach was less than thrilled when, one month after his arrival, he was put in a group session with Slice and a few other shell-shocked troops.  General Cairo stood in the background, probably taking notes.

“So…”  One of the others bit his lip nervously.  “How many?”

“…Sorry?”

“Battles.  How many?”

“You seriously want an exact count, vod?” asked someone else dryly.

This elicited a few chuckles from the group (well, except Slice).  A few of the others opened up after that.  “Hey, remember Geonosis?”

“Like it was yesterday…”

“Kamino, ye gods.  I never thought we’d do any actual fighting there…”

“You were there too?  That was a nightmare.  I nearly got my leg blown off…”

“I was at Demon Rock,” said Slice abruptly.

The entire conversation ground to an uncomfortable halt.  Everyone was staring at Slice now.  He sat in his chair casually opening and closing one of his knives.  “Osik’yr,” breathed one of the others.  “I’m…”

“Why don’t you tell us about it, Slice?”

And now everyone was staring at General Cairo, some with undisguised shock.  But before one of the less tactful clones told General Cairo that you don’t just ask questions like that, Slice spoke up.  “You want to know about Demon Rock?”

Slice’s tone sent chills down Reach’s spine.  Slice had always had a very monotone voice, but as he spoke, it became too matter-of-fact, too calm.  It was almost frightening.  “See, they call it the battle of Demon Rock, but really they should call it the Massacre of Demon Rock.  Because that’s what it was.”  He didn’t seem to blink.  “Bad intel, worse strategy, and we weren’t going up against droids.  These were organics.  They actually had some common sense, and they had no intention of letting us leave that valley.”  Now he smiled.  Reach had to fight the urge to recoil at the sight.  “You want to know what I saw at Demon Rock, general?  I saw entire squads gone in a heartbeat.  I saw a man with his arm blown clean off.  He was just lying there, screaming for someone named Canner.  Friend of his, I’m guessing, and I’m guessing Canner couldn’t hear him anymore.”  Not once did his smile waver.  “Friend of mine got shot in the face, right in front of me.  He was surrendering.  He wasn’t even armed.

Even after the fighting was done, a lot of us were stuck there, behind enemy lines.  Three days of running.  No food, no sleep, up to your ankles in mud and osik.”  Here his smile widened, just a little.  “We gave them hell, though.  They weren’t taking prisoners…why should we?”

Reach had heard stories about Demon Rock.  Everyone had.  Slice didn’t need to elaborate.

“That’s what Demon Rock was like, General,” said Slice.  His smile faded, to be replaced by his usual, dead expression.  “So excuse me if I’m…”  He cut himself off mid-sentence, his gaze going from deadpan to intense in microseconds.

“Slice?  What’s wrong?”

For a second, Slice didn’t answer.  Then, finally, he blinked and shook his head.  “Nothing.  Just…thought I saw something outside.”

Several of the other clones (Reach included) glanced over their shoulders at the window, suddenly nervous.  But there was nothing there.

Reach forced himself to calm down as he turned his attention back to the group.  It’s nothing, he told himself.  Zero’s probably just wearing off on everyone…


He was definitely there.

Slice glanced over his shoulder.  He could see the creep standing outside the window, peering in, disappearing when Slice took a second look.  But he was there, and it was driving him crazy.

You’re here, but you shouldn’t be, he thought as he picked up his lunch tray.  What are you doing here?

You should go look.

No, no, no, don’t, you can’t, you need to stay away…

You know what you
could do…

Slice sighed.  Yeah, he did know.  Didn’t mean he was happy about it.

But there was only one person potentially crazy enough to realize something was wrong.  He was sitting in the corner by himself, facing all the entryways.

This should be interesting…

Slice approached the table in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner.  “Hey,” he said, trying to sound friendly.  “Zero, yeah?”

Zero looked up.  “…Yeah,” he said suspiciously.  “Slice?”

“That’s me.  Mind if I sit here?”

Zero’s eyebrows shot up.  “No, I…guess not,” he said.

Slice nodded in thanks and sat down on the bench.  He made sure not to block Zero’s line of sight or sit too close.  Slice started considering topics of conversation.  After all, it wasn’t like he could just open with the mention of someone who shouldn’t be there stalking him.

Suddenly, he saw something in the window.  Slice felt his body flush with fear, excitement, and something cold and sharp all at once.  Gotcha.  This time he wasn’t looking away.  “Hey, Zero?”

“Mmm?”

“This might sound crazy, but…”  Slice tilted his chin in the direction of the window, never once taking his eyes off the shadowy figure that watched him.  “You see what I see?”

There was a pause as Zero looked up to peer at the window.  Feeling a surge of triumph, Slice blinked and…

And…

“What…exactly am I supposed to be looking at?” asked Zero.

Slice felt his face go pale.  No, no, no, how? How?!  How’d you do that?!  The man was gone again.  In the blink of an eye, just…gone.

“Look, if you’re trying to mess with…”

“Sorry.”  Slice pulled his gaze away from the window to stare at his lunch tray.  “It’s nothing.  Forget I said anything.”

“…You okay?”

Slice glanced at Zero.  He wasn’t looking at him in the same probing, suspicious way he looked at everyone else.  There was genuine concern on his face.  Slice hadn’t expected that.  “It’s just…”  Slice took a deep breath and started talking before his crazy had time to kick in.  “I just keep thinking that I see this guy.  And…something’s not right…”

“About the guy?”

Slice nodded.  “He shouldn’t be here,” he said, “and the minute I look away, he’s gone.”

He didn’t expect Zero to believe him.  But that wasn’t a vod-you’re-crazy look on his face.  He wasn’t quite buying it, but he wasn’t entirely disbelieving.  “How long?”

“Since we got here.”

Zero nodded carefully.  “I’ll keep an eye open,” he said, carefully checking all the windows before turning back to his meal.

Slice stared blankly at the other clone.  It took him a few seconds, but he was able to mutter a thank-you before turning his attention back to his own meal.

He made a mental note to sit with Zero more often…

[spoiler]Just for background info, the Battle of Demon Rock is something I made up for my own little fanfic canon. The armless clone trooper is Fort from Joker Squad (the squad from the end of "Infection") and Canner did not, in fact, survive the battle. The Battle of Demon Rock is basically the Battle of Everyone Dies. And yeah.[/spoiler]
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #25 on: December 05, 2011, 10:37:35 PM »
Woo-hoo! Welcome back!
No longer am I writing the only clone who hears voices! Great! I should probably work on that again...
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #26 on: December 06, 2011, 05:13:07 PM »
Thanks! ^^ It's good to be back! NaNo was a lot of fun but it's nice that I can write whatever I want again. (And this year, I actually finished the novel in addition to hitting 50k. WHAT MADNESS.)
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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #27 on: December 15, 2011, 11:24:11 PM »
I'm glad I checked here!  Slice is a really interesting character, and he and Zero seem like they'd make a good team.
Also, congrats on NaNo, Screech.

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Re: Abyss: A Star Wars Crossover Fanfic
« Reply #28 on: December 18, 2011, 03:10:53 AM »
Thanks! :3

(Also, I started the next part, but updates have been slow because of finals. But finals are done now, so I've put this fanfic on my "Christmas Break To-Do List". Along with reading a bunch of things and watching a bunch of TV. I'M PRODUCTIVE!!!)
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