Grand Marshal Trilogy: Wrath of the Grand Marshal
From Jalassociatecomics
This a Wrath of The Marshal short story, on which the comic will be based. Enjoy!
Prolog
The Grand Marshal Trilogy:
EPISODE TWO
THE WRATH OF THE MARSHAL
It has been a period of uneasy
peace for the New Republic.
Though the Grand Marshal and
his treacherous troops have
been seemingly crushed underfoot,
Rumours have been spreading about
a violent and bloody return.
The New Republic cannot help but
feel uneasy as they sense
the wrath of the Marshal is nigh.
A new generation of Jedi, handpicked
by the great Luke Skywalker himself
steps forth to face the sea of
trouble, and by opposing, end it...
The Return
It was an early morning for Jake, who had yet to get used to the irregular shifts of New Republic patrol duty. Jake was also known by his callsign Violet 2, and sat at the controls of his A-Wing, floating lazily in orbit around the stronghold of Yavin 4.
On patrol duty, the craft was almost never required to display the swift agility and startling firepower for whicch had made its name. Jake liked action, and was deep in the throes of boredom, not caring much for the incredible vistas of deep space.
He drifted back to happenings a short half-a-year ago, where he was involved in an epic space battle between the New Republic and the Imperial Remnant, in response to the capture of Commander Luke Skywalker. violet 2 and that same craft had made a daring escape when closed in upon by formidable TIE forces.
The pilot was shaken from his remininces by a comlink transmission. It had come from his duty partner Tom, Violet 4. He was often known for his flashiness, as was clearly exhibited by the wild markings on the exterior of his heavily souped-up A-wing.
"Anything come up yet?" Jake's good friend muttered in a tone almost as bored as he was. Jake's unenthusiastic reply was suddenly come short by a panicked exclamation by his partner, followed by a shocked "you'd better look at this..."
On Tom's windshield appeared a fearsome sight, one that belonged to six months back. Surely he was hallucinating, hadn't all trace of that horrid regime long been wiped out? And yet, there it was, appearing closer and more thretening with every second that elapsed. An Imperial Shuttle, flanked by a single TIE Interceptor.
"What in Palpatine's..." Tom instinctively reached out for the ejector seat control, leaning out to the side. It was however, much too late. Two concussion misslies shot out of the TIE Inceptor, a screaming trail behind them. "It's not supposed to do that!" were all Tom, paralyzed with fear and disbelief, could manage.
The missiles collided head on, blowing the fighter back, with every second bringing a worse state of disintegration. Tom held on the the cargo compartment door for dear life, as he watched his arm violently ripped fron its socket, the rest of his body soon following. As with the craft, all that remained of the pilot was a mangled, scattered mess.
"Violet 4! Do you read me!" Jake yelled into the comlink, not expecting a reply. In a fit of rage, hed jammed the fire button on his dashboard, but only succeeded in destroying a small part of the TIE Interceptor's wing. By now his trajectory was almost in line with that of the menacing space craft. Almost calmly, the Interceptor's black-clad pilot fired. Two new missiles trailed out of the concealed launcher, a discreet but deadly modification, and met their target.
The Grand Marshal had returned.
Not Yet Opening Time
By now, the monitor station back on the ground had sensed that their two patrol craft were no more...but were unsure, initially, what to make of it. Was it a rare glitch? "Violet 4! Come in!" Ground support was still trying to confirm if the reported loss was really that.
