09-01-2013, 10:17 PM
In Coruscant, troops were pouring out of the three carriers, filling the area around the gate. Their leader, a man wearing a black and red helmet, scanned the area for civilians before giving the hand gesture to proceed through the gate. A man with a blue military uniform and eyepatch stepped out of one of the carriers.
“Nice to see you, judge. It’s been a while.”
Dredd grunted perfunctorily. He had better things to do than talk to politicians.
In another world, iron-clad soldiers were tying up their pegasi to the posts around a similar gate, in a grassy area surrounded by stones. Each one’s head was covered by a helmet with a pointed top, and they wore spears, swords and bucklers. They filtered through the gate two-by-two, into the Nexus. Ahead of them, surveying the white landscape, was a man, unhelmeted, his dark hair spilling over his shoulders.
Next to him stood a huge man with green skin. He had similarly long dark hair, but coarser, and with two massive dreadlocks that hung over the plated armor that covered his heaving chest. Tied to his belt on was side was a hammer; on the other, an axe. “They’re here already,” he said. “You think this is gonna get ugly?”
“With the Empire, it always is. Let’s summon horses.”
The soldiers finished filtering through and lined up to watch the two Primes as they worked. Blank-eyed, pure white steeds were materialising, each bearing Minas Tirith’s coat of arms – a white tree, its branches reaching up to seven stars. It took several minutes, but soon the rainbow light faded and there was a horse for each soldier.
On the other side of the verse, a similar thing was happening. The Judge and his moustachioed, eyepatched compatriot were summoning a great fleet of floating metal bikes with just the barest amount of material on their frames. Soon, there was one for each of the stormtroopers.
In the space of ten minutes, they were all mounted and heading for the middle of the verse. The fountaineers had a very short space of time. Run, or stand?
“Nice to see you, judge. It’s been a while.”
Dredd grunted perfunctorily. He had better things to do than talk to politicians.
In another world, iron-clad soldiers were tying up their pegasi to the posts around a similar gate, in a grassy area surrounded by stones. Each one’s head was covered by a helmet with a pointed top, and they wore spears, swords and bucklers. They filtered through the gate two-by-two, into the Nexus. Ahead of them, surveying the white landscape, was a man, unhelmeted, his dark hair spilling over his shoulders.
Next to him stood a huge man with green skin. He had similarly long dark hair, but coarser, and with two massive dreadlocks that hung over the plated armor that covered his heaving chest. Tied to his belt on was side was a hammer; on the other, an axe. “They’re here already,” he said. “You think this is gonna get ugly?”
“With the Empire, it always is. Let’s summon horses.”
The soldiers finished filtering through and lined up to watch the two Primes as they worked. Blank-eyed, pure white steeds were materialising, each bearing Minas Tirith’s coat of arms – a white tree, its branches reaching up to seven stars. It took several minutes, but soon the rainbow light faded and there was a horse for each soldier.
On the other side of the verse, a similar thing was happening. The Judge and his moustachioed, eyepatched compatriot were summoning a great fleet of floating metal bikes with just the barest amount of material on their frames. Soon, there was one for each of the stormtroopers.
In the space of ten minutes, they were all mounted and heading for the middle of the verse. The fountaineers had a very short space of time. Run, or stand?
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