(oh why not)

As the army of the swamp was swept to the RPG section, a few were left to fend for themselves. One of these was a particular white wizard. Obi lifted his head up after a massive surge of power knocked him over. He looked up to see a huge robot staring him right in the face. The robot smacked obi again, and obi flew. When he hit the ground, he yelled in pain. However, his life was not going to be taken by someth9ing that did not have life itself. Obi stood and drew his sword, Glamdring, and slayed at the robot. The blade just bounced off of the metal. Obi took up his staff, and yelled some sort of elvish words, and slammed his staff down. It grew silent for a moment, then the ground began to shake. Up from the ground came a sharp rock, and it pierced right through the metal armor of the robot, and shot straight up through it's head. The robot shot a few sparks and deactivated. Obi was now tired, but he looked to see an army of alien footsoldiers marching his way. They had their guns drawn. Obi sighed.

(still in swamp)
*sees Obi-Wan 13 nearby, and approaches him*
*to Obi* "there's an armory nearby, we may be able to hold out there, call for backup, see who's still here, and where the heck everyone went. anyway it's better than fighting those guys *points at footsoliders* at close-range"

Suddenly!

From behind a small bush, a tiny wizened green creature emerges. Yoda! The great Jedi Master himself has come to look upon the Swamp in its new home.

Then Yoda spies an old man dressed in white leaning upon a staff just as Yoda. Yoda being the Ultimate baller decides to end the talk now, and see who will win at 1 on 1 basketball, Yoda or Gandalf (Obi-Wan 13).

Using the force to bring a Basketball court, Yoda pulls out the ball and decides to hand Gandalf his arse!:D

*nukes the aliens*
:edit: hey look im a stormtrooper.:edit:

[I'll pretend that post above me didnt happen]


The aliens proceeded to march forward and take what ever was thrown at them, all attemps failed, Flanders was attacked and had no where to go...

Flanders was forced into a corner, all hope was lost for Flanders when suddenly, Flanders did a split jump in the corner and shot the dirtbag aliens...

Flanders saw Obi-Wan13 in the distance and shouted "We cant hold them off for much longer! What can we do!"

Originally posted by Flanders
[I'll pretend that post above me didnt happen]

what do you mean? .... oh do you think i meant a bomb nuke..... no thats not what i meant i meant i got them all high from weed i "NUKED" them. nothing wrong with gettin them high is there?

I thought you meant a Nuclear bomb.... =]r

As the ground war rages, nova_wolf is engaged in an aerial battle barely under control.

Pilots on both sides are fighting with dogged determination, the enemes using this to occupy our fighter whilst more drop ships land, dismebarking yet more troops and war machines to assault our steady weakening position (despite Yoda and Gandalf with their cunning scheme)

Between starfing runs and assisting rookies in need, the now decimated Nova squadron is forming a plan to regroup as many fihters as possible above the defenders, and unleash a mass barrage of every cannon of every vessel still flying. Of course, you actually need ships to make it back, and so the 5 remaining Nova pilots team up with Streak's 6 and Nebula's 3 to help break our guys out of combat and to the line.

Interceptors, bombers, fire suport vessels - they find an opening and gun in, many unfortunately never making the line...

As the vessels line up, the interceptors from Streak leading the harassing of the enemy and trying to keep them out the way for three minutes...

* I take it that there ARE fighters in support...

A hand pops up out of a pile of rubble. A man clutching a hat to his head emerges in tattered clothes. Its ckcsaber. "Damned transdimesnsional warps. They really take it out of you." Leaning on his spear ckcsaber makes his way across the battle field. Oddly he seems to spot an old man dressed in white getting killed in a basketball game with..... Yoda.

ckcsaber continues past this odd yet amazing spectacle towards the main battle, then suddenly a starfighter comes crashing down only 20 paces away from ckcsaber. Its a part of the Nova Squadren. ckcsaber sensing the urgenncy runs to the nearest hanger and gears himself up for some aerial combat.

Once up, ckcsaber spots a huge battle ship coming towards the Swamp! More alien backup!

Desperatly ckcsaber tries to reach the other members of the Swamp air defense......

*to Flanders* (shouting "There's an armory nearby, it'll give us some protection while we figure our way out of this mess."

'We just lost another!' cries Nova 7.
Glancing out the left of my cockpit, I see Nova 7, and the space on his right where his wingman was. Below, and losing altitude rapidly, is the fireball that was Nova 12. Her main foil crashes down bt paces from a hangar full of unmanned fighters.
8 down, 4 still going...

Numbers have stopped running through my head - I know the score. We're out numbered unless we can get the ground pounders enough time to jump in some ships themselves.. So no reinforcements from there!

'Err... New plan needed...'
Some guy named ckcsaber who was flying an XJ. He had only just joined the aerial defense when he called out the warning.
'Looks like big mutha alien vessel on approach'
Leader of the now 3 strong A-Wing unit, Streak 2, added depressingly, 'Carrier - and she's letting loose her cargo...'

Imagine losing 87 pilots. Facing a force a 2 or 3 hundred strong. No captial support, just the handful of B-Wings under my command to take out the big guns.
Now add a new 60 odd fresh enemies and not a torp between us... I knew my promotion was gonna bite me in the ass!

As much as I hated to give the order, as it meant leaving the ground pounders to the enemy fighters protected by Streak and the handful other interceptors who would be no use against a capital ship, I had to. We could very well come back to find no ground troops to defend.

'All fighters with torps and shields should follow me. The rest - stay to protect the troops - help them reach the hill'
An after thought occurred, 'And watch for anything odd over by the Spoons. If something kicks off, your gonna be first in.'

I figured I should give them the bad news on terra firma - 'Lunaticjedi - This is Nova 1. We have a plan - no time to explain. Take what we leave and use 'em how you can. Hopefully things are about to swing our way'
The only reply was a radio click of aknowledgement. If we both live through this, that guy is gonna tear me a new hole!

'Plan?'
The collected call of the 50 odd fighters I had with me. Looks like 70 odd had stayed behoind - can't blame them. Many of those with me were not really up for a fight. They wouldn't last long, but but the more I had, the more targets to keep the enemy off our back for this run.
'Yeah - I got you a plan.' I shot back. 'Timing is the key.'
Even as I was explaining, a Y-wing to the right exploded, one engine falling in tact to the scarred landscape below.
'Engines - we stop her in the atmsophere, and get the ba$tard for fall on their own.'
Again, a unnanimous call, but minus the enthusiasm - 'It's a plan...'

A plan - risky, long shot, mad, unpredictable - it had all the qualities of a tide turner. All it needed now was executing.

B-wings, gunboats and the only vessels still packing warheads, the missleboats, in the centre of the mist of mis-fit fighters, heavier vessels - Corellian frieghters, MC10 Manta Rays and Heavy Y-Wings - taking point, we started for the carrier...

[*sorry if my entries are too long/serious - I love a bit of writing]

Zooming towards the carrier, I paired up with some hotshot flying a YT-3000. The plan was to take out the engines of the carrier before they could loose more of those bastards out on the swamp. Not much of a plan really.

Around 50 fighters are headed to the carrier, and that isn't enough. Not by a longshot. Hopefully this Nova Wolf will pull us out of this one.

Entering firing range of carrier

A myriad of bolts came rushing towards the fighters. A B-wing right in front of me got blasted. Scrambling aroung the debris I spotted the bolt out of the corner of my eye. I flipped my XJ into a barrel roll and I narrowly missed it.

We were coming in closer. I readied my proton torps, and diverted as much as I could to shields.....

'ck - my wings down... You up for the position?'

Nova 2 was out for the count. No debris, not shrill screech of pain - just another doom bloom.
Even though I never attained rank of jedi knight, I did train, and I did develop the Jedi's knack for sensing when someone close to you falls in combat. Thankfully, it also developed in me the jedi's foresight, giving me enough warning to get my main foil spun away from the blast.

'Save torps for the big one. Group split and engage as set. GO!'

The carrier escort came at them furiously, were violently retorting to every laser blast, when the whole group split. One heavy fighter per 2 fighter escort.
Our plan had now blossomed. We had a weakness we could exploit, the torps to use to finsh her, but not the place.

Group by group makes random runs against seemingly random sections. Luckly these aliens are so dumb they dont see the focus of the attack. If fire near the capitals aft gets to much, then the focus is shifted long enough to swing around for a new angle on the next run.
Run after run, ship after ship. Tactics may not be their strong point, but ship-to-ship combat must be a primary school subject!
If it weren't for our Manta Rays and YTs compensating our lack of numbers with superior firepower, I think it would have ended here.
I owe my life to a young Manta Ray gunner and a YT1000 pilot as it is.

The engines on any vessel always interfere with the rear shielding, but the enemy, as noted already - are dumb - so, unlike most races, have not sured them up. This meant that when the time came to hit them, it would be quick. But first the vessel had to be lead into to place. So far it was just sitting there, deliciously close to the troos we wanted her to flatten.

A near miss that, thanks to Force, was not the lethal blow it should have been, the eager little tail I had picked up was lead into the sights of the equally eager Manta Ray gunner to whom I already owe a lot. Everyone owed a load of pints after this.
And just beyond me, I saw one of our guys meet a similar fate. It was an eye for an eye up here, and we had less to start with.

'Any ideas how we get this bit(h to move?' I cried in desperation.
'Fighter escort - we take it out, and she needs to get to the rest of bogey to stand a chance!'
With little else going for us, it was worth a shot. 'I like it! Do it!'

Sweeping round, we grouped back up, and drove at them hard.
Before they knew what hit them, a lethal light storm hit the unprepared enemy fighters. The second group of fighters that had disembarked were reduced to barely 20, a torp from my new wingman hitting the edge of the group.

'Success - she's moving!'
She had no more fighters left to unleash - everything was committed. With little support left, she started to lumber towards the hill, and the defensive melee our comrades were staging to keep the bogeys occupied. Enemy fighters were breaking off, and heading for us, but now they were trapped between two groups. Shields being kept honest, they could not defend on both fronts, and so numbers were being evened up.

That left the heavy fighters and those with torps a window of opportunity. She was under a minute of the target point, and her aft shields were weakened heavily.
'3 remaining Nova's and Y's will ion saturate. When they drop, hit every torp you got in the back- but on my command.'

We were committed to the run, and going for the kill. The aerial side of things was looking up at last, but from my comm came the voice of LunaticJedi.
Things ground side where looking grimmer, despite the impending bombing run we had planned.

Something was happening by the Spoons.

This thread is an utter embarassment! Either we get on with the Alien invasion, or i'm locking this one down for good.:mad:

Originally posted by Darth Groovy
This thread is an utter embarassment! Either we get on with the Alien invasion, or i'm locking this one down for good.:mad: Whats the problem? :confused:
thought we WERE dealing with the Alien Invasion....

Lunatics voice crackled in over my comm. "The spoons!, they're doing something weird! They'rr all grouping together! I'm getting a weird feeling that this isn't good. The sound theyre making almost sounds like a..... Oh crap! They're planning to blow up the whole swamp!"

The grim news was not needed. Just when we seemed to have the aliens in a noose now we got to deal with this. "Nova Wolf, im taking my wing out to deal with these Spoons. We've got to stop them before the Swamp is decimated!!"

Always late for a battle, Topshot rushes in to help hold back the evil force of the alien.

*Equips himself with his favorite orange lightsaber, armors himself with proper combat weapons such as uzis, semi-automatics, neutron-charged time bombs, daggers, knives, machettes, plasma-charged force fields, and spoon-sensitive armor.*


"Someone call for a miracle?"

*Looks toward the spoons.*

"Well, I guess these guys will need all the help they can get to deal with these aliens and stuff."

*Runs like heck to try and stop the spoons from exploding.*

Lunatic leads the ground offensive back to the fortress, and then enters the shrine alone. Within he sees the great obelisk of the spoons. It glows with a terrifying ethereal light. Suddenly a booming voice reverberates off the walls of the sanctum. The shrine speaks.

"Why do you disturb the shrine of the spoons?"

Momentarily frozen in awe, Lunatic is silent, but then replies.

"I must seek your counsel, great one."

"There is no need. I have already begun the process."

"What process?"

"The cleansing of the swamp."

"You can wipe out the aliens?"

"No. I'm afraid I must wipe out everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes, all life in the swamp. I must destroy it, and then allow it to regrow over several millenia."

"You can't do that!"

"I'm quite sure that I can."

"But there's no need! We can repel them! Just give us a chance!"

"Very well. You have never failed me before. However, if you cannot repel them, I will not hesitate to allow the cleansing immediately."

"Yes, sir. Is there any way you can give us some kind of advantage?"

"I can imbue you and your troops with greater power. It will make them stronger, faster, more courageous, and will allow them to use Spoon powers. However, this alone will not secure your victory. The rest is up to you."

"Thank you, great one."

With a solemn bow, Lunatic leaves the shrine and returns to the battlements where the defenders continue to fight desperately. He wonders if the shrine's power truly worked...

All of a sudden, bolts of divine energy are whipped down from the heavens, and strike the defenders. All their bodies glow for a moment, and they then raise their weapons and let out a great battle cry. Lunatic smiles, knowing that the shrine truly does have faith in them.

He turns to the defenders and calls to them.

"Alright! I want the Jedi to take the front line and reflect the lasers. Grenadiers: You get right behind the Jedi, launch a barrage, and don't stop! Snipers: Stay on the battlements and keep picking them off. If you can, line up the shot so you take out two or three at once! And if you're in trouble, remember: you can now use Spoon Force powers!"

NOW LET'S SEND THEM BACK TO THE STAGNANT PUDDLE THAT THEY CRAWLED OUT OF!

GO!!!

Jedi and grenadiers leap from the battlements and begin the assault while the snipers prime their rifles and start blasting. Lunatic stands at the center battlement and starts mowing down alien infantry with his plasma rifle. He thrusts his arm forward, concentrates, and suddenly lightning bursts forth from his fingertips, annhilating a small group of aliens.

"Woah," he mutters. "These powers are stronger than I thought!"

Topshot, suddenly feeling the empowerment of all that is light, ponders.

(thought moment)

"Where did this sudden boost of energy come from? I better not worry 'bout that right now, 'cause here comes a whole squadron of alien dropships! What should I do? Think, Topshot, think!"

*Unknowingly uses the spoon's amazing powers to suddenly crush the dropships with one blow.*

"Well, I guess that solves that problem. But what about the others? I got to get to the warzone immediately!"


*keeps flinging and bashing alien warriors with only his mind as he makes his descent toward the battlefield.*

Lighting came at me right thru my cockpit. I felt it searing thru my body, burning thru my bones. Then it was......gone. Except I could feel something. Something seething. Something......powerfull. I tapped into it and felt the energy coursing thru me. It's impossible.. unless the Spoons!

Lunatic Jedi's voice crackled over my comm. "The Spoons! They've stopped the detonation process, but they will restart they're "cleansing" of the Swamp if we dont tak these Alien bastards out now! They've given us some sort of power to help us, so we will need all the ground troops we've got. Lunatic out"

I landed my XJ and sent my wing back to Nova Wolf. Seems like he has the air pretty much cleared up, and wont need my reckless piloting to complicate his aerial battle plans. Lifting up the hatch, I told my R2 unit to be alert and hopped out. Pulling my hat closer to my head gazed up towards the sun past the Swamps treeline. It is going to be an even bloodier day. Feeling the power still surging thru me, I grabbed my spear and checked my pockets for my lucky dice, because I had the feeling that I, and the whole swamp, would need all the luck we could get.....

Lunatic removes a small cube from his belt and places it in the center of a rampart. He presses a small button and it unfolds into a fully functioning turret armed with an 88mm explosive shell cannon. He takes a seat in the turret and begins peppering the alien ranks with shells, tossing infantry hither and thither through the air.

Suddenly the air is torn by a number of lasers coming directly for Lunatic's head. Without even thinking about it, he tilts his head with superhuman speed, dodging all of the lasers. He is pleased at this incredible power granted to him and his troops by the spoons.

Before he gets a chance to crack a little smile, more lasers barrel down on his position. They now come in a seemingly neverending river of red, searing beams. He contnues to dodge them, but as he does so, he feels the spoon force draining from him. Eventually, the spoon force is gone, but the lasers keep coming.

He is struck by two lasers in the left shoulder, just above the heart. With a cry of pain he falls from the turret's seat and crumples to the ground. He lays motionless... until a few weak groans and feeble attempts to get back up reveal that there is still some life in him...

'She's DOWN!' cried a woman pilot.

A flash of light from the engines, and the carrier, dropped. But that blast was not our doing. Pure white, not the blue tinited proton torp burst. It was perfectly spherical, and there ws no flame. The engines simply dissappeared!

'Lunatic - Something you want to tell me?' I call across the airwaves.

She was now dropping, but far fromt target. As she plummetted, at a speed I am SURE wasn't possible due to the laws of physics, the enemy rear guard scattered in a futile attempt to hide.

'nova_wolf, looks like the spoons have taken charge - they want us ALL gone!'

Too far towards the back of the enemy ranks, she would take out little of worth. But then it hit me, there were more than just ground troops in this area...

I tried to shout a warning to my pilots, but to no avail. The carrier exploded - but she was still a good 200 metres off the ground!

Her core went critical, and went, aptly enough, nova. Jagged shrapnel hit enemy ground pounders, staking them in place, some poor souls cleaved into two by the large shards. Those missed were caught by the following shower of molten debris... I had to turn away, but upon bringing the White Witch round, I was greeted with the sight of fighters plummeting.
Caught by the same shards of detritus, fighters and armed transports were hulled and dropping, adding to the cascade of metal rain scarring the scene below.
Some limped, others held a decaying position above the battlefield.
Enemy fighters tried to capatilise, but rushed in too fast, and suffered similar fates.

With but 12 craft trailing me, one of those under tow from a Manta Ray, I lead te remenants of our air power back to the hill, and the protection of those we left to defend it.

'Streak 2, command is yours. I have a score to settle ground side.'

The command was acknowledged, so I left the escort that flew out to meet us to takecharge of my injured flock.

I circled around, taking pot shots as I went, watching the same glow engulf alien dropships - this time crushing them.

Upon landing, my saber in hand and my droid Flash at my side, I steadied myself. The aliens I could handle, but the ever growing shadow in my soul and mind could best me...

'topshot, ckc, Lunatic, anyone! Need a hand down here?'

Even though they wish the wipe them all away, the spoons are still with the defenders, just long enough for me to detect a faint, nearly faded, but determined esscence near by.
A fallen but alive Lunatic.
'You okay?'
The reply is a wheezy 'Bet they liked that'.
'You'll live' I smirk.
I call a medic over, then take my leave. My next task I wish to tackle alone.

A voice in my head, anonimous, warns me - 'Revenge has a way of taking control from you...'

"I have found Lunatic Jedi, and I sense that he still is fighting to keep alive."

*Kneels down to check his wounds.*

"Here, take this and use it."

*Hands Lunatic a bacta tank.*

"I only have 5 left, so we'll have to use them sparingly. You should be able to make it back into the battle now."

Just as I said that, sniper fire crosses my path, both front and back blasts. Luckily, I still had enough spoon energy to dodge each and every shot.

(Thought Moment)

"Time to retaliate. But should I take 'em out with my semi-automatic, or should I use the rest of my spoon power to search and eliminate the snipers? No time now. I only have time to take action!"

*Takes out his semi-automatic and starts causing a blaze of bullets, each one hitting the sniper's "certain death" areas.*

*finds an abandoned hangar with one of the newer fighter models and "borrows" a fighter with bombing capabilities and starts bombing the alien ranks*
*through radio* "anywhere where i can help?"

*goes crazy from confusion and shoots a dead body:lazerhead *

Umm - much confusion do I sense in my allies.... Is..Is that a dead body!? DUDE!

Looks like the plot has been lost by my comrades. As much as i wish to continue forward, I know full well that without our leader LunaticJedi, and the experiened allys such as InsaneSith, ObiWan13, Darth Groovy, we are lost.

Short of slapping them vicously with a Spoon imbued kipper, I see nothing I can do to rally my comrades....

i say boy discombobulate me and i shall be able to help.

ckcsaber runs atop a small hill, crouched over panting. When breath finally returns to him, he leens upon his spear and wearily looks acroos the tattered Swamp. Death all around, as Aliens continually move forward despite all of the Swampies efforts. There is much confusion also, as some of the Defenders cannot even recognize their foes. The power the Spoons imbued upon the Swampies seems to fade away with use. Their seems as if there is truly no hope left.

Strangely, some yelling can be heard all the way on the other sider of the battlefield. Its Yoda.

"Crossed you out, I have Gandalf". Yoda cooly drops the basketball to the ground. "Defeat a Jedi Master you cannot, basketball especially most".

Yoda turns around wizened eyes gazing across the Battlefield. "Powerfull you are with the Spoons power dear Swampies, but yet you have to embrace the power of Force. The key the Force is and we must use it to push off the darkness. Come Swampies and guide us the Force will."

Yoda puts new vigor into the Defenders, and pulls out his lightsaber. "For the Swamp" Yoda cries and whirls into battle, Aliens falling from his touch quickly.

"For the Swamp!" cries ckcsaber as he charges in to the battle spear whirling, mind full of new hope.

*lands ship atop the hill where ckcsaber was and runs down like him, with his lightsaber whirling*

*A familiar voice crackles over Nova_Wolf's radio.*

"Don't give up yet!"

*Lunatic Jedi leaps to his feet, courtesy of topshot's bacta tank, with a renewed rage.*

Lunatic, staring over the battlefield, grows into a near-psychotic fury. Suddenly, his eyes glow with a cold, furious shade of blue, and with a Spoon-powered battle cry that shakes the Swamp right down to the bedrock beneath it, he leaps from the rampart and draws his sword, hacking savagely at the aliens, each blow releasing a shockwave so strong that it sends every alien in a 10-foot radius sprawling through the air.

As Lunatic continues to decimate the alien ranks in his supernatural fury, he orders the Jedi to advance. The lightsaber-weilding warriors then cease suddenly and begin marching forward in an ominously slow, perfectly synchronized march.

Since the battlefield is a low valley surrounded entirely by craggy mountains traversable only by air, the aliens have nowhere to go as they are pushed back...

*asks lunatic if he needs any assistance*

Silently gazing, I appear to be very proud of Lunatic. His powers have returned to full strength, and yet, I sense that the aliens are not done yet.

Even as master Yoda and the others converge on the slime-bags, the aliens that were killed in battle, seem to be slowly pulling themselves back together.

"I must warn the others!"

"Everyone! Their forces are regenerating! We need to move quick and fast if we're going to come home alive!"

With that said, I suddenly felt a dark and mysterious presence revitalizing himself,herself, itself, or whatever this evil may be.

I began scanning the surrounding area, and found that a dark object was converging onto the Temple.

"I've got to check this out," I say to myself, so I sneak closer into the bushes, where I cannot be seen, sensed, or heard.

As the Jedi continue to push the alien forces back into the mountain range, Lunatic spearheads the advance, hacking viciously as he marches forward.

The aliens can tell that they are now on the verge of another humiliating defeat, and that they must cut their losses. From within the alien hordes, several signal flares streak into the sky and ignite. Suddenly, hundreds of dropships - the entire alien landing fleet - emerge through the cloud cover and land. Aliens desparately scuttle in. Soon all the dropships are full to bursting, and about a hundred or so aliens are left behind and are picked off in a matter of seconds.

As the dropships take off, Lunatic barks over the comm chatter:

"DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY! TAKE THEM OUT NOW!"

Suddenly, the sky is blanketed by rockets, grenades and sniper fire that cut down the dropship fleet. Only a few manage to break the cloud cover and get out of sight of the defenders.

"Hey," he says to the fighters in low orbit. "The aliens just left the surface. You should be getting about two dozen dropships up there. I'm sure you can handle it. They're pretty lightly armed and they're slow as hell."

Lunatic looks out over the scorched yet now peaceful battlefield, feeling quite pleased with the knowledge that they have repelled the alien invasion yet again and regained the faith of the Spoons. Suddenly topshot's voice crackles over the various words of encouragement and congratulation that flood the comm channels:

"Lunatic, I'm in the shrine. You might want to see this..."

*grabs up saber and jumps onto an alien ship* *runs toward the cockpit when suddenly freindly fire grazes by**falls off the ship to the ground*(200 feet)

'Ohhhh... Ahhh... YEAH!!!'

A voice in my comm-link brings me out of my Yoda saber-whirling enrapture.

DUDE! Can that guy disco! Has his own glow wand and everything...

I reliase how dumb that was, and sense that perhaps revenge is indeed taking over - but rather than the usual rage and seraing darkness, it has decided to give me the attention span of a Kowakian Monkey (anyone read Darksaber?)

I traverse the 200 metres to the SpoonsResting Place, the only main event being the distnict sound of someone plummeting from the sky...
Fighting my new Kowakian urge to gawp at the sentient wreckage (Ohhh - pretty paint job on the ground... Red - I like red... :eek: What am I DOING!) I make it in time to see LunaticJedi's face drain of colour, eyes wide. Beside him, a similarly expressed topshot.

'What did i miss?' I ask, doubtful that they were in any frae of mind to reply.

'Lets just say that looking through there would be a bad move at the moment...'

Thats when a throbbing light source screamed to my Kowakian senses (Pretty - shiney - beautiful... :mad: FORCE DAMN IT! Why ME!)
I cannot fight it, topshot and Lunatic standing as I found them.

(So pretty - my precious... Heh - whats that alien head doing there...)
'Heh - what IS that alien head doing there?' I call back.

The reply shot back at me is 'Ask him yourself!'

I did not quite get that joke until the alien head started spitting various colourful descriptions of my family line and equally cheery theories concerning my sexual persuasion at me.

I wandered back out to stand, as the others, in silence.

'Portal?' I asked dumbstruck?

'True. True' they replied.

'Spoons trying to wipe us out behind this?'

'True. True.'

"This is not good," I say to Lunatic and Nova Wolf. "Someone is warping the light power of the spoons to a much darker form."

As I am hiding in the bushes, I noticed a man walking toward the temple, each step warping the grounds of the Spoons' Holy sanctuary.


First the hallways, then the center room, and finally, the altar on which the seven Spoons rest. All became much darker, looking much more like a sith temple than a jedi acadamy.

"Whoever this guy is", I quote, " he's consuming the power of the spoons and is definitely going to use them for evil. That power could destroy the galaxy and everyone who survived at the Swamp."

*cant move need help**calls for medical assistance over radio*

ckcsaber thrusts his spear thru the belly of a fleeing alien. It worked! he happily thinks, we drove those ba$tard$ back. Lunatic's voice yells over my comm "DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY! TAKE THEM OUT NOW!"

Well, its up to our air forces to take them out now. We did our jobe here, thanks to a little help from Yoda. ckcsaber sighs in relief and turns away, heading back to the temple. He reaches up into his pocket and pulls out his lucky dice, smiling smugly.

Suddenly a familiar voice crackles in over my com ".....I'm in the shrine. You might want to see this..."

Does it ever end?, ckcsaber thinks sourly as his pace quickens towards the temple. Once he gets closer to the temple, a strange feeling over comes ckcsaber to take a step back. Just as he does that, a body comes flying down, hitting the ground right in front of ckcsaber. He turns the body over to discover InsaneSith!

"Had a nice trip?" ckcsaber says as he jokingly greets Insane. "Don't worry medical assistance is on the way Insane."

Just then a sudden darkness overtakes the Swamp. I run to the temple enterance to find Lunatic Jedi, Nova_Wolf, and Topshot.

"That man" Topshot states "is planning to do something with the Spoons power"

The darkness engulfing the swamp is a mere pale reflection, of my darkening mood.

"It just never ends"

*stuttering* th- th- thank you...

*sees Swamp Medical transport and grabs onto it to hitch a ride*
(at seeing InsaneSith) "jeez what did you do? jump off a satelite?"
*helps with medical treatment*

ckcsaber once again peers inside the temple to see the strange man holding his hands over the mystic spoons. The Swamp darkens continually. Suddenly a shaft of light opens up in the middle of the temple. An opening? a confused ckcsaber thinks. What can it be?

As if to answer his questions, a marching line of aliens can be seen from inside the light. A..a.. a portal! The aliens have used the Spoons power to create a portal from their homeworld right in the middle of the Swamp!

The strange man continues to hold his hand above the mystic spoons, as he begins to laugh. "Now your swamp is truly doomed!" shouts the man.

Slowly the Alien soldiers march closer.....

*turns around and sees wierd beam above temple*
"what the........."

Quivering with fear, I now realize what I must do. Thinking to myself, I remember the only power that could possibly stop this chaos from happening.

"I remember a vision about this happening" I inform the others."And I think I know what can stop this catastrophe from happening."

I dug deep inside jean pockets for a special artifact that was given to me by my ancient ancestors. Finally, I took out the golden spoon saber hilt that was passed on to me.

And then I presented it to Lunatic, ckcsaber, and the others.

"I believe this will come in handy."

ckcsaber stared at the Spoon shaped saber hilt, and truly hoped this would get us out of here alive....

*gets up after bacta treatment* *runs to the others in the temple.*

*follows InsaneSith into the temple*
"who the heck is he?"

Originally posted by jokemaster
*follows InsaneSith into the temple*
"who the heck is he?"
who you talking about
*takes out magic spork and give to ckcsaber as thanks for saving him*

I mean the strange man who opened the portal

ok i see.
*shakes ckcsabers hand*

As the second, and even more nightmarish alien army continues their hellish death march, the man suddenly vanishes and reappears at the head of the army, leading by a few feet. He throws his hand back and the army stops in their tracks. The man can be seen more clearly now. He stands at least 7 feet tall, with a suit of armor that resembles an exoskeleton. His face is concealed by a devilish helmet. He holds a huge, sinister, twisted staff that reaches up to his head. He then speaks in a horrible, booming voice so full of hate that it sends a chill through everyone's spine.

"Why thank you for coming out here tonight to witness the destruction of your little swamp."

"Who are you? What do you want with us?" barks Lunatic.

"Can't you tell? I am the combined hatred of everyone in the swamp. I feed on anger, on hate. I know what you are thinking right now, Lunatic. You want to kill me. You want to run right up and jam that sword right through my heart. You know what is wrong with that? I don't have a heart."

Lunatic snarls and rushes at the hate demon, with his broadswoard ready to hack that thing to pieces, but the demon thrusts his staff forward and he is surrounded by an invisible shield that Lunatic runs headfirst into. It electrocutes him savagely then tosses him unceremoniously back to his comrades, unconscious.

"Well that was dissappointingly easy," groans the demon. "I would have expected more from your leader..."