Galaxy Wars

SEVENTEEN

The Normandy was too high-profile to risk an assault near Kashyyyk, so Dean took an old, stolen Imperial shuttle for this mission. He sat in the cockpit, helmet on, cloaked in the quiet rage that hadn't dissipated since Chewbacca's death. The Wookiee homeworld loomed below, forests stretching like endless oceans of green. Above it, a massive Star Destroyer floated menacingly, its shadow cast over everything it touched.

Dean adjusted his gear: his rocket launcher slung over his back, custom shotgun prepped and loaded, and iridium-enhanced Beskar armor gleaming dark under his coat. His voice was a low rumble through the helmet comm.

"Just me this time. You boys had your fun. Now it's my turn."

The stolen shuttle drifted close enough to dock with the Star Destroyer, posing as an authorized vessel. Dean knew his cover wouldn't last—he was planning for it. He didn't intend to sneak out of this mission. He intended to leave a message.

Dean stepped off the shuttle and immediately got to work. Two Stormtroopers approached, curious as to why the pilot hadn't reported. Dean answered with his shotgun, vaporizing them both in quick, brutal blasts. The alarms blared moments later.

He grinned under his helmet.

"Let's dance."

Dean fought his way through corridors of Imperial soldiers, moving like a predator unleashed. His shotgun barked thunderous blasts, sending limbs flying as Stormtroopers fell in droves. When the ammo ran low, Dean didn't hesitate—he dropped the gun and drew a plasma blade, carving through anyone in his way.

Grenades rolled behind barricades, exploding in waves of smoke and fire. Troopers scrambled, shouting into comms for reinforcements. None would arrive in time. Dean moved like a storm, cold and efficient.

When he reached the bridge, the officers turned pale at the sight of him. The commander stepped forward, puffing out his chest.

"You'll never—"

Dean shot him mid-sentence, knocking the officer across the room. With the control station clear, Dean uploaded a virus into the Destroyer's systems, planting a timed detonation in the reactor. The ship groaned as the sabotage spread like wildfire through its systems. Lights flickered, and engines whined as power conduits began to overload.

Dean turned to leave, but paused.

"For Chewie."

He pulled the trigger on his launcher and sent a rocket into the central terminal, turning the command center into a fireball.

Dean sprinted toward the docking bay as the Star Destroyer began to collapse around him. Explosions rocked the structure, sending metal debris cascading through the hallways. Stormtroopers scrambled in panic.

His stolen shuttle awaited him, engines primed. Dean leaped aboard, slamming the hatch shut just as the ship cleared the docking bay. Behind him, the Star Destroyer erupted in a violent chain of explosions, splitting in two before plunging toward Kashyyyk's surface.

Dean leaned back in the pilot's seat, breathing heavily but satisfied.

"One down."

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Shepard flew a cloaked stealth fighter toward the Covenant vessel looming near Earth. The sleek alien ship glowed with an eerie blue light, bristling with plasma turrets that could devastate entire cities. Shepard's eyes narrowed as he approached.

This mission wasn't just about eliminating a threat—it was personal. The Covenant had taken countless lives, and Shepard wasn't about to let them get anywhere near Earth again.