Competition: [IG52] Earthly Exchange (Medium)

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[IG52] Earthly Exchange (Medium)

While exploring an ancient sith library you are attacked by a group of Tuk'ata. While fending off the Fierce beasts you execute an excellent dodge, but one of the Tuk'ata slams into a shelf knocking down an ancient sith holocron which then shatters, the unstable ancient technology creates a worm hole which sends you and your team (if you want to include others in your fiction) to a planet far away from the known galaxy, the indigenous people you find call this planet earth. Compared to your own way of life and your technology they are still primitive, stuck in the middle ages, your mission is to survive until there is a way found to transport you back to the known regions of space.

Your fiction must be a minimum of 750 words, there is no maximum

Competition Information
Organized by
Lynnyaria Meraudstar, Cethgus Tiberius Entar, Ascendant James Lucius Entar, Lord Muz Ashen Keibatsu, Master Windos
Running time
2013-04-13 until 2013-04-26 (14 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Other
Awards
Second Level Crescents
Participants
6 subscribers, of which 3 have participated.
Results
Member
Warlord Brimstone aka Seabr'imsto'nedansr
Textual submission

"K'tah"

That is the last word Brimstone spoke when the holocron shattered as he dove for the ancient artifact. Moments later, a vortex sucked him in. Tumbling in the darkness, moments later, he landed with a thud.

As the Chiss woke up, he noticed he was surrounded by a dozen humanoids in strange attire. The gawked at his blue skin and penetrating red eyes.

Languages were murmured around him and unfamiliar. He stood up, straightened his Sith robe, and proceeded to pull out his universal translator. He picked up basic from some of them.

"Is he a smurf? "
"Is he a blue popsicle? "
"Is it a alien from star wars? "
"No, i think he's from star trek! "

He was confused. Brimstone asked where he was. A fat human wearing a Metallica T-shirt walked up and said, with the Vulcan "V" up. "Welcome to planet earth. I am James T. Kirk. Are you a Romulan from Romulus? "

"No, I'm a Chiss and name is Brimstone.

Just then, about 50 Homeland Security and swat policemen arrived and had their weapons drawn. Brimstone waved his hands in the air and their weapons were yanked from their grasps. The men, startled at first, rushed him and outnumbered the Chiss.

As he was led off, news crews arrived to video the confrontation. Once inside the police wagon, they headed to the precinct. As he was taken into booking, he reverted back to cheuhn.

When they couldn't figure out how to read him his Miranda rights, they searched him. Finding his lightsaber, one of the officers remarked "great! A freak from the star wars convention! "

A public defender was on scene, and after some haggling, found out the charges was disturbing the peace and posted his bond.

As they proceeded to leave, the fat man from earlier arrived. "Hey bud, you here for the convention? I bet Mr. Lucas would love your costume. "

They left and headed to his car. Brimstone found it unusual that primitive vehicles were in use. As they drove, the fat guy was asking questions that were unusual to Brimstone. This Mr. Lucas seemed like someone who would know how to help him get back to the Brotherhood.

After a short while, they arrived at the convention. Brimstone learned he was in a city called Indianapolis. As he walked in, he was shocked to see dozens upon hundreds of imperial stormtroopers, rebels, and twenty Darth Vaders. "Is this what hell is like? " thought the Chiss.

A group of blue beings came up to him. They looked like fellow chiss, but after trying to converse with them in his language, he realized they weren't.

Brimstone was standing around, scouting these humans. The fat guy, named Steven he learned earlier, came up to him. "Dude, i got you entered in the costume contest. You'll easily win. "

As he wondered what this was about, he watched another fat guy take the stage and podium as the crowd went crazy. Chants of George and We're not worthy erupted from the audience. He watched as wannabe Jedi and Sith performed. Then he saw another person, black in skin, take the podium. Chants of Mace Windu erupted that sent Brimstone into action.

Leaping on the stage, Samuel L. Jackson looked at him and says "whoa mother fucker." Brimstone pulls out his lightsaber, but didn't ignite it. "Looks like the punk ass mother fucker wants to challenge me " retorted Samuel. The crowd erupted.

"Don't you know who i am? I'm Mace mother fucking Windu. "

"I know who you use to be. You should be dead from Order 66" retorted the chiss. "I will make sure you remain dead this time. "

Samuel starts to laugh. "I'll give you credit, you would made a great Sith. "

"I've studied your Vaapad style and you are no match for the true power of the dark side."

"You're lucky i don't have my purple blade or i would bitch slap you back to Palpatine."

The crowd erupted in chants of "fight fight". Brimstone stood there as Samuel left the stage. As he went backstage, Brimstone used the force through his mind to cause Samuel to collapse as if having a seizure. "He ain't Master Windu " the chiss thought.

Brimstone made his way back to the crowd. Steven was patting him on the back, as were others.

Later that night, Brimstone left without Steven and went outside. As he was standing around, he saw Samuel Jackson leaving on a side exit. He decided to go up to him.

Samuel saw him approach. "Hey bud. I was just messing with you. It was just for the fans."

Brimstone yanks out his lightsaber, and before Samuel Jackson could say "what the f..", he lopes of his head.

"Master Windu, you are NOT! "replied the dark Jedi Knight. He put his blade away and left the alley, leaping to the roof of a nearby building. Moments later, blood curdling screaming was heard as people found the dead actor. Brimstone could only smile as he left.

Placement
1st place
Member
Grand Inquisitor Arden Karn di Plagia
File submission
EarthlyExchange13299.docx
Placement
2nd place
Member
Warlord Tracinya Beviin Entar
Submission
Warlord Tracinya Beviin Entar opted out of publishing her submission.
Placement
3rd place