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DARTH VADER BOMBS TERRORISTS
ANNOTATION
Continuation of "Star wars" – in a new way. The surviving black Lord Darth Vader fights a space monster – President Erdogan of Turkey, inflicts crushing blows with stellar, incomprehensible power weapons on ISIS. But the Mujahideen use very strong ancient magic in response! Princess Leia is paired with the Russian Warrior Shamanova to challenge the universal evil!
The brightest flame of the fire,
My love is burning...
Although the Sith is cunning and cunning -
But the Russian shield is strong!
Let the fierce, rabid villain,
Palit galaxies a series of...
Russia in the heart of the Nightingale...
Let's get the poison out of your heart!
Darth Vader with a lightsaber,
Battleships are like the Moon...
But we will cut down the Horde in response -
And we'll dive to the bottom!
When will the preon burst into charge-
Split a swarm of planets...
But the knights-eagles soar -
The Fatherland house is warm!
Love your Homeland,
It's the whisper of poplars!
Russia I love you -
Believe me, I will make it stronger!
The Sith Lord will also serve,
If the Russians say so -
And my without sadness, modest verse,
Lets the horse gallop!
Darth Vader, you're in battle again,
Your scarlet, bright sword!
I will break the adversary,
Do not dare to lie under the yoke!
When will the war end-
And heaven will come from heaven...
The dream will remain one -
News of the years forever count!
. CHAPTER 1.
The voice was a mixture of the hiss of a Viper and the wheeze of a dying donkey:
"And now, Jedi spawn, you will die!"
A young man with blond hair, wearing a leather jacket, was writhing desperately, caught in a fiery, sparkling web. His black leather jacket was Smoking and melting, and his thin lips were blue and blistered with blood. Lightning bolts of force passed through him, causing great pain, burning through every cell, every vein, making the blood boil in the arteries and veins, and bursting from the embrace of the carnivorous heat of the aorta.
A wizened little man, like a shriveled mushroom, held long, pale-green, scabby hands in front of him. Discharges, very similar to electric arcs, erupted from fancifully crossed fingers. But much brighter, multi-colored, blinding as welding eyes, broken and diverging like wild shoots of tropical weeds.
The blond boy was dying in the web of hell. And like a mushroom, with a head from which protruded gills, dressed in a black hoodie, the type of nightmarish smile. His long, sharper fangs protruded from his mouth, but the rest of his teeth looked crooked and not healthy. Why did this smile seem even more like a snarl, an evil dead man, a great sinner who had escaped from hell. But at the moment, playing the role of the risen Devil.
Another man, then in a black suit, covered by a hideous, ebony mask, watched the agony without taking his eyes off it. In his heart, he hesitates. Severed, with wires protruding like cartilage from a torn nose, the Lord's right hand lies helplessly under his feet, and the left one that survived convulsively clenches and unclenches.
Here he takes a tentative step toward the lightning-spewing, nasty old dead man....A little more and
Suddenly, "grandfather Zeus" stops the eruption of discharges. A bracelet flashes red on his arm. An alarmed voice beeps:
"A rebel sabotage group blew up a generator that controls the power supply to the death Star's gravoplasmic defense force field.
The walking dead spoke in a sepulchral, slightly rattling tone:
– Turn on the backup generator-code 78-93-62... The rebels won't get the star.
The two meter tall masked man said hesitantly:
"Lord Sidious."..
The Emperor of the space Empire interrupted him:
– Felt in you a great deal of anger Dart! Were you really ready to kill me?
The armored man staggered back, panting. His voice under the mask hissed hysterically as the desert wind Seroka, said:
"This is my son, after all!"
Lord Sidious nodded in agreement:
– And a very capable guy... At such a young age, he defeated you-cut off your hand!
The Emperor of the space Empire glanced at the glittering holograms showing the space battle. The rebels gathered almost all their strike force, making a gambler's bet-either ban or lost.
But the Imperial Navy still has a large numerical advantage-especially in battleships. Especially since most of the major rebel starships have already been destroyed by fire from the death Star.
Imperial ships are positioned in such a way as to prevent the attacking Armada from escaping.
The trap set by the Emperor worked . The rebel fleet is trapped and melting right before our eyes... A wide, green-and-blue hyperlaser beam with a heat-quark pump pierces the last battleship of the Free Alliance.
It was as if a gigantic bottle of fuel had been smashed. The lightning flash spanned a couple of hundred miles of space, shimmered and sparkled for a few seconds, then went out.
Lord Sidious cast a scornful glance at the fallen youth. Not long ago, Luke's smooth, hairless face was blistered, and he was gasping for air, breathing heavily into his burned lungs. Lightning forces spewed by the Emperor-a terrible weapon. They are able to break through the most durable metal and crush stone.
The Emperor of the space Empire growled:
– Take this carrion and freeze it!
A capsule popped out of the wall like a cork from a bottle. It looked like a two-color pill with the small, flexible, mobile tentacles of a mechanical squid.
The front of the capsule parted like a shark's mouth, and a bluish, sparkling light poured out.
Quickly picking up the burned, reddened like a boiled cancer, and sometimes blackened Luke Skywalker, covered with liquid metal suckers tentacles, threw him into the belly of the medical capsule. The blue stream spewing out of the mouth became muddy and turned into a poisonous green.
Then the man-made piranha's jaws closed, and the medical capsule turned toward the freezing compartment.
The Emperor of the space Empire, Darth Sidious, waved after them and turned his attention back to the space battle. Significant rebel forces have already been crushed, and large starships have been knocked out...
But the rebels still do not give up, they break through to the very shield of the "death star", trying to avoid its annihilation rays.
But they are destroyed by stationary batteries and the fire of Imperial cruisers, thick streams of annihilation particles from the huge guns of battleships.. Here is a rebel Navy destroyer, engulfed in multicolored flames, collapsing in a vacuum. Two butterflies with proboscis funny elephants kiss goodbye, before they have time to absorb the relentless fire of effervescent, and licking the flesh of annihilation.
The hyperplasmic flame, rapidly inflating, absorbs and charred everything that comes into its stream. Starships, once caught in such a cutter, no longer have a chance to escape... In any case, the damaged rebel ships fall under the systems of the larger plasma fire groups.
Lord of the Sith, addresses his right hand to Darth Vader:
"My trap worked... But we need to find out what happened on the Towson plan. Had a small band of rebels managed to defeat an Imperial regiment with heavy weapons?
The man in black looked at the Emperor warily and said:
– Inscrutable are the ways of the force... Maybe one of Skywalker's satellites owns it to a greater extent than we can imagine!
The Emperor of space power crossed his white, gloved fingers. His decrepit face did not match the quick, precise movements of his lean body.
The commander – in-chief of the rebel forces, gross Admiral Kalevan, preferred the light mobile cruiser to the heavy and heavily protected battleships. Thanks to this, he was still alive.
The black commander of the shock fist knew that things were not going according to plan. Most likely, Solo and his friends fell into a trap, as, by the way, they did. The Imperial fleet was waiting for them like a Cobra in an ambush.
How many shock batteries were deployed by the militants of the evil power. Only a sharp rapprochement with enemy ships and an attempt to impose a dump-is able to delay the death of the rebels.
But the Sith Lord foresaw even this... Clouds of semi-annihilation dust envelop the battleships of the almost innumerable fleet of the space Empire.
When hit by them, destroyers and boats flash like lumps of cotton soaked in gasoline. And larger vessels, damaged, look like fortified areas that have been heavily bombed.
A two-legged bat had its wing torn off. In its own way, a beautiful intelligent being whispers a prayer to the God of quarks... After all, after death, beings and their intelligent component move to the quark-a miniature universe and continue their life path there.
Of course, it depends on the God quark who will be incarnated in this subelement particle – the son of a slave, a king, and maybe an Archmage?!
And the bat itself moves sluggishly-ears-locators and devoid of protection-the ammunition suit is broken... cools down in a vacuum.
Imperial soldiers on the opposite side also suffer, albeit to a lesser extent, losses. The rank and file can't even be called people. These are clones of the Dak mercenary. Obedient, growing five times faster than normal people and well trained.
A downed Imperial boat is dying. Clone warriors don't panic. With cold calculation, but without too much fuss, they try to save their lives. Number 1874 lost his right leg. It hurts, but it's not exactly human.
It sends an unpleasant signal to the brain, but not so sharp as to cause screams and moans. The soldier himself doesn't think too much about being maimed. Moreover, you can easily make a quite tolerable process or clone a separate limb. So without complexes and do not interfere with your friends.
The Imperial soldier is poor in emotions, he is essentially a biorobot. Even the faces of all are the same-the difference can only be in age-alas, and clones age! But they may have some small passions and attachments. One of them has a strawberry cockroach hidden in his breast pocket-a hybrid of a cockroach and a strawberry. A very cute animal that can emit up to twelve Nightingale-like melodies.
Three fighters along with a cockroach-raspberries were sprayed into atoms in a plasma vortex. Then their numbers will be called, and the priest will sparingly perform the rite of purification. The dead seem to be promised a Paradise with diamond palaces and Gurias. Darth Sidious tries to introduce a new religion: aggressive monotheism, where he is the Emperor-the hypostasis of the Supreme God.
There are tens of thousands of inhabited worlds in the galaxy, and millions of uninhabitable planets. There are many different, sometimes very bizarre religions in them, and the black Lord of the Sith dreams of uniting the worlds in worship of his single cult.
The revolt that engulfed a large part of the galaxy threatened the existence of the new Empire. But now... Imperial starships are squeezing the trap. Thousands of rebel ships are annihilated, or hopelessly damaged. Tractor beams take up half charred, or continues to smolder starships of the rebels.
They are then used for useful purposes, and prisoners can make excellent slaves with a channeled brain, or food, protoplasmic mass.
To Darth Vader, two cybernetic female nurses were mounting a severed arm back.
The black Lord wheezed dully:
"You may rejoice, your Majesty.".. The core of the rebellion is broken, and the galaxy can finally find peace!
The Sith Lord spoke in a deep voice:
– Peace in the cemetery is the Foundation of existence!
The Emperor of the space Empire, peering into a light, killer whale-like cruiser. Kalevan is also a descendant of the Jedi, the illegitimate son of Mace Windu himself. Only he didn't inherit the ability to control the force, but he fights better with a lightsaber than Luke Skywalker. Or maybe the black guy just didn't get a Sith Lord to mentor him?
In any case, what is there in Kalevan, and Sidious feels it. A gifted person or an alien is always visible – like a burning ember in a thermal imager...
The Kalevan light cruiser has already suffered near-fatal damage and is slowing down. A blue-and-green rebel boat managed to break through the semi-annihilation dust and RAM an Imperial frigate. Both metal masses were flattened, and then another palette-rich pattern was added to the multicolored scale of the space fireworks.
The Emperor of the space power gives the order:
– Light cruiser "Hope" to catch the attracting beam and immerse in a special field! Capture all passengers alive!
Darth Vader looked at the buxom figures of the biorobot girls and felt a great longing. What is it like in the Prime of life to become a cripple, unable to have sex? Losing half your body and being submerged in a life-support suit. Of course, he is better than the crippled in ancient times – he can walk, run, and even fight well. But the most important thing that a man has, he has hopelessly lost.
Although there is still hope-for clones. Perhaps his soul will find a real and healthy body...
Memories of a recent lightsaber duel flashed through the black Lord's mind like a timid shadow.
The skill of his boy, Luke, had grown noticeably. The movement became impetuous and at the same time calculating. And most importantly, his son was raging with real anger, oozing violent streams of dark power. An extraordinarily capable boy!
He is quite capable of rising on its hind legs destroy the Sith Empire. And then, instead of the utopian idea of reviving a Confederate, galactic Republic, there will be an era of chaos, chaos and protracted internecine wars.
As not firm and not despotic power of the Sith – it is still better than the collapse of the unified state education and the reign of chaos, when the most terrible kind of dictatorship reigns: the dictatorship of every strong over every weak!
And not so bad Lord Sidious... When he became Emperor, he waged a brutal war against corruption, organized crime, and the mafia. If during the Republic, extortion of officials became a system, then under the Sith Lord: thieves and bribe-takers were brutally executed or sent to the plutonium mines.
New planets were being developed, and old ones were being improved. Especially those worlds that were considered backward, and for them even the water supply was a novelty.
One of the first decrees of the Emperor was the prohibition of slavery. For the slave trade and kidnapping, the death penalty or life imprisonment was imposed. However, because of the war with the rebel Alliance, we had to turn a blind eye to the lawlessness of the Hatha, since the Empire, constrained by the civil war, could not afford to open a second front.
But now they will finally be able to engage in a serious restoration of order and consolidation of the vast and still uninhabited spaces.
Kalevan, despite the fact that the last starships of the free Alliance were already dying, did not give the order to retreat and break through.
A good-looking, curly-haired guy with a chocolate color, a pleasant face with almost European features, broad shoulders and a lean waist maintained an appearance of calm.
Kalevan's father, master Windu, was a great warrior. In a duel, he was able to disarm the blackest Sith Lord. One more blow and the dictatorship of the dark side would be over. It was then that Anakin Skywalker's intervention led to a coup.
Kalevan, fiercely hated the killer of his father – Darth Vader, and wanted to get even with him at any cost.
He had led the attack on the death Star under construction, and now he suffered unbearably as his comrades died in a hopeless attack.
Pity and ships... After all, every starship is not just a pile of metal. It has its own unique soul.
Here in the cruiser" Hope " grow, torn holes. At the edges of these ulcers, bluish and greenish lights glow. And the carbon fiber moans from the intense pain.
Girl-General Monica Missouri, drags a badly wounded tiger crab Tlack. Also cute, probably more fancy than a Wookiee. The fur of the tiger is four-colored, and the stripes go in tortuous waves. At the same time, the pink shell is pierced, and the tail is singed and Smoking. It's very hot in a starship.
Kalevan shakes off the sweat and says in a pleading tone full of pain::
"A little more!" I believe Solo!
The legendary smuggler pilot is also nervous at this moment. The death star continues to bombard the pitiful remnants of the rebel fleet. Its rays have become weaker and thinner, but have grown quantitatively.
Already ninety percent of the rebel forces are out of action or simply destroyed.
Wookiee or Chewbacca roars in their own language, which is not very clear to humanoids:
"Brothers! Brothers! Turn off the star!
Solo calms down his partner, and even shakes his finger at him:
– Calm Down Chewbacca... Our guys know what they're doing...
Princess Leia popped out like a Jack-in-the-box. A beautiful girl, with light red, wavy hair, and an athletic figure. A manly chin, and wide-set, emerald eyes with glints of sapphire, on the strong neck of the warrior.
The Amazon woman is ruthless, strangling Jabba himself, and at the same time her eyes are full of kindness and even some naivety.
The warrior Princess almost screams in Solo's ear:
"Can't you see?".. The Imperials have activated a backup generator, so the death star is invulnerable!
The smuggler pilot responds with irony:
– Love is not a problem! Find the backup generator and destroy it!
Tobacco leaping growled:
"U-u-u, death to the Imperials!"
The group of saboteurs is small, but a lot of natives ran away. These funny bears, having lost more than one hundred soldiers, managed to break the Imperial regiment with walking tanks.
Kenny's Golden robot whispers:
"Oh, the Millennium Falcon, you're being turned into a rusty cutlet!"
Solo's eyes flashed, frothy wine of anger. And he commanded:
– To find and destroy the generators-the dubbing!
But, it seems, the team was a little late – several heavy Imperial regiments were already approaching, on a small sabotage group and dared to Yak against the dark power of the natives.
In addition to the usual tanks that looked like fat, steel-clad camels, there were more elaborate and sophisticated six-sided floats hovering above the ground with spring-loaded combat emitters.
Funny bears, with very large wide-set eyes, and wide-spread ears of cheburashkas, raised a heart-rending, mosquito-like squeak. Some of them began to beat their paws, shaking their spotted ears like a fan.
Thousands of animals armed with bows, spears, javelins, slings – resembled pretentious, shaggy Australian aborigines.
But they had some intelligence. No wonder several walking tanks were destroyed in traps, one captured stood on the "pin".
Princess Leia, seeing that the mood of the special forces group had fallen, sang:
– We are peaceful people, but our armored train managed to accelerate to the speed of light... Let's make out!
Solo picked up the heavy, still-cold Blaster and shouted:
"It is better to die with a sword with dignity than to live like an ox: that endures the lash-stalls!
The twin laser cannon of the walking Imperial tank spat out a stinging, ultra-plasma gum. A dozen trees were also torn apart, as if matches had been broken by an explosive wave. Then the leaves burst into flames, and the fatally wounded animal, engulfed in a hot flame, choked in the fire. The other, which had caught fire, started to run away from the merciless flames. More shots rang out. Lilac and Canary blossoming tongues ran through the trees, breaking off the trunks.
Imperial tanks littered the planet's surface and burned through the jungle in a staggered pattern. And low-flying six-sided floats, began to deploy their own, apparently not too terrible emitters.
The warrior Princess whispered to her lover.:
"You know we're doomed!"
The smuggler pilot coolly replied, to the red-haired beauty:
"I thought so, too.".. When we were captured and the laser guns were trained on us... Chance he not payday not advance payment, but marks... and now!
In response to Solo's words, the six-sided floppies opened fire... Streams of light orange waves poured out of the antenna springs. They splashed like energy geysers, drenching the plants and leaves, causing them to bend slightly.
But when you hit the animals, terrible things happened to them... Animals were not just destroyed, they were deformed-turning into a difficult-to-describe abomination. Crushed and purulent jellyfish twitched convulsively... A miserable career turned out to be the bears – you will not envy!
Darth Vader took a SIP of energy and inspired by the success in the battle with the rebels roared deafeningly:
– Megagraphitti radiation acts! The assumed calculations are justified!
The three-dimensional projection showed the black Lord both the jungle and the Imperial vultures, who were spraying the planet's surface with a mixture of technical magic-a simplified manifestation of certain types of dark force, and a gravitational agent.
Thick trees, with leaves as large as Roman shields, bent under the influence of the waves. Natives who had been ambushed fell from them. Already in the air, the bears were turning into the devil knows what. Slime, pus, and live sores flopped to the ground.
And this is much more terrible than the trivial bursts of ultraplasm of Blaster-type guns that sluggishly snapped from clumsily walking tanks, or even annihilating torpedoes that generate tsunamis-capable of flooding entire continents.
Numerous animals screamed harder in their many thousands of voices.
Kenny's robot, the one that the future Darth Vader designed when he was still a slave boy on Tatooine, was being propylated. This is how he encouraged his believers:
"I am your God!" Don't be afraid!
Tobacco grabbed both of his richly decorated with precious stones of LucaNet. The Wookiee was magnificent, with a high forehead like a large humanized bear, sharp ivory fangs, and purple, wide-set eyes.
Of his beamer burst of juicy jet of ionized ultraplate. The luminous flux was not uniform, it was dimmed along its length, then on the contrary shone like a newborn star.
The hexagon floater was hit and began to slowly melt. The rebel warriors supported Chewbacca by focusing their fire on the mortally wounded hexagon. The explosion covered the tops of the trees glow with fotoliza... Several of the nearest floatplanes had been damaged and were desperately backing away.
Darth Vader yelled:
"Let's go!" Walking tanks to enhance the fire!
The Wookiee threw away the white-hot beamers. His rough palms blistered as the handgun was turned to maximum power. Otherwise, you can't shoot down a flying saucer... But now the natives were cheering up. They believed in the new gods, and with a howl rushed to the attack.
The tanks were moving in heavy, gravilla Imperial soldiers. Blaster beams rained down a network of destructive lightning bolts on the roaring tribe of natives. Heaps of melted and burned bodies were piled up between fallen or bent trees.
The Imperial clones shot straight. Their rapid-fire blasters are more effective than automatic weapons. And what could the savages do against them?
In addition, the bears did not have time to have time to build new traps for walking tanks. So we had to fight improvising.
The black warrior-saboteur turned the jam, began to deploy the tank captured from the Imperials. The walking devices looked clumsy.
Princess Leia, who has never been cheated by humor, remarked:
– Who designed this unit? He must be an enemy of the Empire!
Externally, never losing heart sang Solo:
– Then one day I found false teeth in the Ellipse – that unit from the sivukha device!
The captured walking tank tried to cover the enemy from a distance. Of course, for ray weapons, distance is almost irrelevant( although air resistance should be taken into account!), but in this case, the shot slid across the streamlined body of the man-made "camel".
The Wookiee roared in frustration, barely legible:
– Anti-pulsar goofball....
Solo supported Chewbacca:
"I know you do... You can miss, only to disrupt all bets on your hit!
Princess Leia resolutely began to throw off her spiked Imperial boots. To look Solo, the warrior said:
"A bare foot will sharpen my mental sensations!" We can't win by brute force!
In fact, the battle had almost stopped in space. The light cruiser Nadezhda pulled in the antichron field, attracting the beam. The rest of the rebel starships are either destroyed or hopelessly disabled.
Only the legendary smuggling boat "Millennium Falcon" is still intact. Lando Calrissian and his charming partner Olivia, a pleasant mustachioed black businessman and a muscular, very shapely and sexy blonde.
The warrior prefers to fight with her bare feet, and thanks to this, she manages a small starship perfectly. Almost no hits, and the Millennium Falcon is on the fly!
Lando whispers to his partner:
– My favorite... No matter what they say, we are the last hope to dunk the death star!
Olivia slams her bare feet against the control panel and exclaims petulantly:
– What expressions do you have a boyfriend... They only get wet in the toilet, and we annihilate the "death Star" – spraying it on quarks across the expanses of the universe!
Almost next to them, one of the last destroyers of the rebel fleet exploded. The Millennium Falcon shook. Another warrior in one bikini( black Lando was very fond of pretty women, especially blondes!), berculosis bounce his head off in the control panel.
Fortunately for her, the carbon fiber held, and the beauty slightly stunned herself, plopped her lush ass on the scaly coating of the starship.
Olivia encouraged her partner:
– Don't sit on Gerda's photon, everything is under control!
However, the increased smell of ozone, and streams of hot air rushing in from all the cracks, said – "Millennium Falcon" has already received a wound incompatible with long life.
Both bikini-clad beauties leaned on Lando. Their Golden-olive bodies glistened with sweat as if they were oiled, and they smelled of honey, nutmeg, and tropical field herbs.
The girl was whispered in chorus to a black man:
– Fly away cloud, fly away!
Lando tried to free himself, and throw off his hands, pleading:
"Our ship has the only chance of an uprising. Otherwise, all the sacrifices will be in vain!
In response, Gerda picked up the joystick with her bare, elegant fingers of strong and agile legs. She tossed the grav-wave control panel, catching it with her chiseled, elastic sole. And Olivia, already with her long, but even and harmonious toes, began to control the Millennium Falcon.
Extra-class businessman Lando tried to take away the remote, but Gerda's sweet lips found his lips and sealed a deep kiss. So sweet and alluring was the drug that the black man felt dizzy. Olivia was already unbuttoning her belt, her pink tongue moving seductively.
Both girls are turned on, they are so hot and lustful, and at the same time they are skilled, like priestesses of the seraglio.
Nevertheless, the hot lovemaking did not interfere with their bare, chiseled fingers, using a gravity-wave joystick to control the Millennium Falcon. The warriors pressed the buttons one by one, trusting not observation, but their intuition and the inimitable magic of Eros!
And the small ship skipped masterfully past the fiery streaks of the ultralasers.
But the ewoks, these funny bears, had nowhere to go. Now the walking tanks and tracked vehicles were coming from all sides. Tens of thousands of Imperial soldiers, and hundreds of walking tanks, as well as moving triple ears... The jungle was ablaze....
