A Crossover Too Far [Chapter 3-Teaser]

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This is a quick teaser while I finish off the rest of the Apocalypse Now parody. Anyone who wnats to read the first tow chapters can find them at the ASVS Fanfic Archive.


Coruscant.

The stormtrooper armour lays scattered over the floor of the sleeping
chamber. Somewhere above the humming of air-cars stirs him from his sleep.
"Shit. Still on Coruscant." The man sits up, "Everytime I wake up, I think
I'm going to be back in the field." Standing up, he takes a swig from a
hipflask, his regulation green reg grundies would appear not to have been
washed, let alone changed for days. Several days growth obscures his face.
He begins a series of martial arts kata, his arms and legs flailing and
torso swaying, his lack of coordination would seem to be linked to the piles
of Johnny Wookie bottles littering the floor. He smashes his fist into a
mirror, pieces of glass fly and slowly he crumples to the floor as blood
spills between his fingers in his tightly gripped fist.

The door bell chimes. And again. Standing the man makes his way over to
the door. He presses the control pad to open it. Two immaculately
uniformed COMPNOR men stand outside. "Captain Willard?"

3 Hours later.

The COMPNOR building was an imposing presence, its monolithic design
telegraphing its intentions and serving to augment the fear generated by the
agency. Willard is led through the corridors till he arrives at a small
door. Stepping though seems to transport him to another world. Gone is the
cold steel, harsh angles, inside is a mahogany panelled dining room, a
massive table is set with the finest silverware and spectacular dishes and
platters adorn its surface. Three men sit around the room, two are
uniformed in the dress of COMPNOR officers. The third wears a long dark
robe with a hood. After some time they come to the point, "Play the
recording please." The lower ranking officer stands and moves to the wall,
where a panel slides out of the way to reveal a complex bank of computers
and other electronics. He presses a button and a grainy transmission
begins.
"I watched a nerf . . . walk along a light saber blade . . . and live . .
. a nerf . . . walking along a light saber blade . . . and living . . . that
is my dream . . . that is my nightmare." All around the table the faces
contort as they listen to the transmission, it is clear that it is quite
close to them all. Even in the darkness of the hood some emotion seems to
be stirring. Another transmission begins.
"We must destroy them, city after city, planet after planet, system after
system, BDZ, death star."

The COMPNOR officers hand over a dossier on the man, one Colonel Hit-Man,
"It is clear, that Hit-Man has gone quite insane."
"We need you to terminate his command."
"Terminate, with extreme prejudice."

As Willard stands to leave the room, something strikes him as being wrong,
he turns and faces the younger COMPNOR man, "I know you from somewhere." He
scans his impeccable memory, searching for the face, suddenly his face
lights up with recognition as he remembers a wanted poster from his time on
Kessel, "You're Han Solo!" All the heads in the room turn to face the
younger officer.
"Actually no," he hangs his head, "I'm his younger brother, he's such a
shame to our family. I only hope that one day they bring him in."
"That's the worst goddamn excuse I've ever heard."
"But it's the truth!"
"Aw, fuck it." Willard turns and walks out the door.