Growth of a Seed

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed or Star Wars.

"Speaking"

"Radio"

'Thoughts'

Location


Chapter 1

Planet: Earth, System: Sol

In the vastness of space, at the far edge of an area designated as Lagrange point 5 by the denizens of a small blue planet that was the third closest to its primary, two ships drew closer to each other. One Nazca-class destroyer, the Voltaire, was bearing down on the civilian freighter Blue Lagoon. The Blue Lagoon was in an area of space that was far outside the designated routes within the L5 area for civilian ships. However despite appearances the Blue Lagoon was not an ordinary freighter, which is why the flagship of the Joule Team was here investigating it.

Opening up its hanger doors the Voltaire launched from its mobile suit catapult one Slash ZAKU Warrior, two GuAIZ R, one Gunner ZAKU Warrior, one black Blaze ZAKU Phantom, and one white GOUF Ignited. Over an open channel the Commander of the task force and pilot of the GOUF, Yzak Joule, issued a warning to the crew of the Blue Lagoon, stating that they were in a restricted area, that they were to cease all propulsion, and to be prepared to be boarded and all crew and cargo inspected. Blue Lagoon's response was to blow its hangers from which 10 Strike Dagger mobile suits flew from.

While surprising this action was not entirely unexpected. ZAFT intelligence had warned the crew of the Voltaire that the freighter was a carrier ship for one of the numerous terrorist groups formed after the death of Djibril and Earth's and the PLANTs' efforts to eradicate Logos.

The first of the ZAFT mobile suits to attack was the Gunner ZAKU Warrior, its powerful Orthros cannon having the greatest range of the present mobile suits, scattering the Strike Daggers into three smaller groups with a single of blast.

Yzak boosted his GOUF forward towards a group of 3 Strike Daggers, unleashing a torrent of energy beams from his Draupnir upon the mobile suits, destroying one as the other two scattered. Targeting the mobile suit on the right Yzak drew his Tempest beam sword. The Strike Dagger blocked the first strike with its own beam saber, only to be kicked away and perforated with beam shots.

The pilot of the third Strike Dagger tried to shoot Yzak's GOUF in the back. Yzak dodged and flew at the mobile suit, lashing out with his Slayer Whip heat rod, wrapping it around the beam rifle. Yzak sent an electrical shock through the whip, destroying the rifle and stabbed the Strike Dagger's head with his beam sword. A few more well placed cuts and the mobile suit was out of commission without killing the pilot. It would be good to have at least one terrorist to interrogate.

A quick check of his sensors told Yzak that the rest of the team had finished with their opponents. "Damage report people. Dearka?"

"No damage, just need to restock on the supply of missiles for my Blaze pack." Reported Yzak's long standing teammate and friend.

"Zeke?"

"Nothing a bit of paint won't fix Commander." Responded Ezekiel, pilot of the Gunner ZAKU.

"Morgan?"

"Hah, as if a bunch Naturals in outdated machines could touch me!"

"Don't get cocky Morgan; all it takes is one stay shot from even the oldest Moebius to shoot down even the most advanced mobile suit." Chided Yzak."Teresa, how are you?"

"Lost a railgun sir. The explosion messed with my suit's systems and the legs' movement calibration is off."

"Ask the mechanics to replace the railgun and work on the legs once we get back to the Voltaire. Just because we're no longer at war there's no excuse for not keeping your machine combat ready. How about you Liz, what's your status?"

"One hundred percent operational Commander." Reported the stoic voice of Elizabeth who piloted the Slash ZAKU.

"Are there any survivors amongst your engaged mobile suits?" The following report told Yzak that, including the suit he disabled, there were three surviving terrorists. Yzak then ordered for two of his pilots to grab the other two survivors' suits as he grabbed the one he disabled and return to the Voltaire.


Planet: Ord Mantell, System: Bright Jewel system, Sector: Bright Jewel Cluster, Region: Mid Rim Territories bordering Wild Space

The ship jolted as a turbo laser shot struck against the shields. The Tantive IV was not a war vessel, nor was it even designed to do any real fighting, and wouldn't be able to take much more of the abuse.

"We need to get out of here!" Shouted the resident VIP Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan, currently the youngest member of the imperial senate and high ranking official in the Alliance to restore the Republic, or as it's more commonly known the Rebel Alliance. Both of which are positions she had only recently obtained.

"The hyperdrive coordinates haven't been calculated yet. We need a bit more time." Responded Captain Antilles as he checked on the bridge crew's progress.

"Captain, there is undisputable evidence to our connection to the Alliance aboard this ship! We can't allow it or a single member of the crew to fall into the hands of the Empire! Just make a blind jump!" Ordered the princess.

"Princess! Are you insane!?" Shouted the metallic and artificial voice of Antilles golden droid C-3PO. "We're on the edge of Wild Space and our current course has us heading deeper into it, straight towards the Unknown Region! Do you know the odds of surviving such a blind jump!?"

"Better then the odds of surviving when those Imperials on our tail catch us!"

Antilles grumbled as he weighed his options. It was supposed to be a very simple mission. Using her position in the senate as a cover the princess was to go to the world of Ord Mantell on the edge of the Empire. Despite it technically being labeled as a part of the Mid Rim Ord Mantell might as well have been in the Outer Rim. The planet itself had little in the way of valuable resources, and wasn't near a major hyperspace lane, but it was home to numerous species of sentient beings who had formed several factions that were known to be having difficulties with the current galactic government. That and it has a significant connection to the galactic underworld. Once on the planet Princess Leia would begin secret negotiations with each faction in an attempt to get them to aid the Alliance. Aid that they sorely needed.

However it seems that someone on Ord Mantell had less trouble with the Empire then they believed. As their ship was heading out into space to go back home, an Imperial patrol cruiser appeared. But not just any run-of-the-mill cruiser, no it was a Victory-class Star Destroyer. Sure a Victory isn't as big or dangerous as an Imperial-class but it was still more than enough to rip a Corellian Corvette like the Tantive IV apart in minutes.

And to make matters worse the ship appeared right in the path of their previous exit route back to the Core. With the Star Destroyer ahead and the planet behind, their only option was to take a new course that pointed them towards Wild Space with the Unknown Regions just beyond.

They didn't have enough time to calculate a new jump before the Star Destroyer would be able to snag them with its tractor beams, but to fly blind in such an unexplored area of the galaxy had an incredibly high risk of running into unexpected gravity shadows which more often than not led to the damaging if not destruction of a space craft. Antilles was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

His internal debate was cut short by several beeps and whistles by his small blue and white astromech R2-D2.

"Sir, Artoo states that he has already calculated an emergency escape route. He only needs to upload it into the nav-computer." Translated the golden Threepio.

The old captain couldn't quiet hold back a small smile for the reliable little droid. Despite being only a simple astromech, in the 19 years he had owned the droid Antilles had come to notice that Artoo seemed to have an almost supernatural ability for having just the thing needed to get out of such an impossible situation. But then again given the droid's past and its former owner you really couldn't expect anything less from it.

"Do it." He ordered, the astromech rolling up to a console and jacking into the system. "Helm on my mark, jump to hyperspace." He waited until Artoo beeped in confirmation, "Mark!"

The stars elongated before coalescing into a wall of white. Antilles sighed as relief from the safety of hyperspace washed over him.

"Well your highness, it looks like we got away."

"Yes, but depending on who sold us out to the Empire, then we may have merely delayed the hunt. Where exactly are we going anyway?"

Antilles differed to his astromech who responded with the beeps and whistles of the droid language, a language no one on the ship could understand except for the one other droid. And that droid seemed to be in a very unbelieving mood towards his counterpart.

"Your coordinates are taking us where? Artoo you must be malfunctioning. I am programmed with the customs of 6 million species of as many cultures, have downloaded the names of every planet and system in the ship's databanks, and I have never heard of such a place." The response was a series of rather angry beeps and whistles. "Alright I'll tell them, but don't blame me if they decide to replace you." The protocol droid replied indignantly. "It seems that my counterpart has programmed a course for the planet Ilum in a system of the same name."

Captain Antilles frowned at the unknown name. "If Ilum isn't in the Tantive's computers than how does Artoo know of it?"

Atroo's translated answer was, "Apparently one of Artoo's non-factory standard upgrades is a memory modification that permanently records the name and location of any planet he has ever plotted a course to onto his long-term memory banks. I assume that since my counterpart has never has such an upgrade or plotted a course to Ilum while in your service Master Antilles that it was done while Artoo was in the service of a previous master."

Due to the need to keep aspects of Artoo's and Threepio's past a secret Antilles didn't voice that he knew probably which master had the modification done and why. Instead he simply said, "Well let's just hope there aren't any nasty surprises waiting for us when we get there."

The hyperdrive trip was a rather long and uneventful one. Artoo had somehow managed to plot a direct course to Ilum with no need to stop in another system. Although considering that a considerable portion of the trip would be through the uncharted stars of the Unknown Regions most of the crew felt that this was not a good thing.

Currently Antilles was sitting in the captain's chair on the bridge. Ilum was an unknown world to both the crew and himself with only one astromech droid on the entire ship having been there previously and it couldn't remember why. So the captain was taking the opportunity to prepare his crew and his ship, as much as possible in hyperspace, for the upcoming reversion to real space. However that window of opportunity was about to be cut short.

Klaxons wailed in warning as the ship's sensors detected something wrong. Antilles never even got a chance ask what was going on but he had a feeling, and that feeling was proven right only a second after the alarms started the Tantive IV reverted to real space.

The current overall situation was obvious to Antilles, as it would to anyone who had even the slightest understanding of hyperdrive travel. The klaxons had been for a rarely used early warning system that indicated when the ship came across an unexpected gravitational field it is usually and hopefully a rouge planet or one of the Empire's Interdictor Cruisers. However here in the Unknown Regions stars, black holes, and other anomalous gravity wells were added to the list and were considered more likely for a ship to come across, but the fact that the ship was intact scratched that latter options off the list. Now to learn which of the remaining three lead to them to drop out of hyperspace. "Helm, status report."

The helmsman, a tall blue-green skinned Duros, reported that the Tantive IV had been pulled out of hyperspace by the gravitational field of a terrestrial planet orbiting a medium-mass orange yellow star. "Also, according to the sensors the planet is both inhabited and that there is a substantial number of energy patterns in orbit consistent with a starship's thrusters and considerable radio wave communication. Seems we've stumbled upon an unknown space-faring race." A trace of excitement could be detected in his voice indicating the species' trademark love of adventure.

At this time Princess Leia walked onto the bridge, curious about the unexpected stop. "Captain Antilles, is there anything wrong?"

"No Princess, but things seem to have gotten interesting. According to our computers we've just stumbled across a space faring race in an unexplored region of space."

This bit of information captured Leia's interest. This could be the break the Alliance needs. A planet in an unknown location and a technologically advanced people would be a great asset to have in the fight against the Empire. But then, if these people have had no contact with the Empire what reason would they have to ally with an illegal rebel movement that had little to offer unless they succeed in toppling a tyrannical galaxy wide government. Of course there was also the possibility that the Empire was already aware of this planet and in control of it. Keeping such a secret from the Senate was just the sort of thing Palpatine would do. And even if no one in the known galaxy knew about this world, how long would it be before the Empire stumbled upon it in its drive to increase their hold on the Galaxy?

Apparently not long as indicated by the blaring alarms announcing the arrival of the Victory Star Destroyer that had ambushed them at Ord Mantell. Antilles didn't even need to say ask how it had found them so quickly when the communications officer spoke up.

"Sithspit! I can't believe I missed this! Sir, someone planted a virus in the computer. It's in the communication systems. It must have sent a burst transmission in the chaos earlier that gave the Imperials our hypderdrive coordinates and they followed us here. It just sent another one which is the only reason I caught it now."

"Did the virus send messages to any other Imperial ships?"

"Can't tell, the only way we'll know is if more show up."


Star Destroyer Mangle

Captain Darkel of the Mangle grinned maliciously as he watched the smaller ship try to flee, one of its duel turbolasers firing upon his own vessel's shields. It was a futile show of resistance from the small minimally armed corvette against the power of his warship. That just made it all the more entertaining. This just brightened his already good mood.

He had been most fortuitous when his communication officer managed to intercept a transmission sent out by an opportunistic bureaucratic aid, claiming that there would be an important diplomatic envoy from the Rebel Alliance on Ord Mantell. After that it was simply a matter of finding the aid, extracting the information, then finding a dockworker who would gladly slip a rather clever virus onto the rebel's ship and the trap would be set, while coincidently 'forgetting' to inform the admiral in charge of the sector about the little operation he had planned.

Everything had worked perfectly, although he had been a bit surprised that the rebels had been brave enough to jump into the Unknown Region he still followed, and because of that choice he now had another jewel to present the Empire.

He could already taste his promotion. Why he might even promoted all the way to admiral and placed in charge of the soon to be newly acquired Imperial territory, maybe even Governor.

"Sir, the rebel vessel has opened fire upon us and is attempting to run." Informed one of the sensor officers.

"Return fire, but aim for their engines and capture them once they are within range of the tractor beams. I want the ship and crew mostly intact when I present them to the Emperor."

"Captain another ship, one I assume is native to the system, is approaching. From the looks of its profile it has numerous weapons emplacements. Computer analysis suggests that it is a warship, either a small frigate or a large gunship."

"It is any threat?"

"Doubtful. Readings indicate no shields and that the Mangle can both outgun and outrun it."

"Ignore it. Focus on the rebel ship, and if the new one interferes eliminate it."


Nazca-class Voltaire, several minutes earlier.

Aboard the Voltaire Commander Joule was going over the current plan with the ship's captain.

"We'll rendezvous with the rest of the task force at these coordinates. After that we head back to headquarters to drop off our prisoners at a holding facility. Then we'll return to our patrol schedule while-"

"Sir! Unknown contact has appeared 1500 to port!" Shouted the crewman on sensor duty to the captain.

"What? But there's nothing out there. What kind of contact is it? Mobile suit or a ship?" Asked the captain.

"Ship sir, but the thermal scanners can't match it to anything in the computers. I got a profile on laser imagining but I don't recognize it nor does it match anything in the computer."

The captain gave Yzak a questioning glance that perfectly conveyed his thoughts. Should we investigate this unknown or continue on to the rendezvous? But before Commander Joule could make his decision the sensor officer spoke up again.

"Another contact has appeared behind the first! And it's huge! Almost as big as the Gondwana! And its opened fire on the smaller contact!"

Now Yzak knew what he wanted to do. "Captain, send a transmission out to the other ships of the taskforce and give them new coordinates for our new rendezvous. And get all pilots to their machines; we're going to see what's going on over there." With that he left the bridge for the hanger, leaving the captain to carry out his orders.


Things were looking bad for the members of the Rebel Alliance aboard the upgraded CR70. One of their few saving graces was that the Star Destroyer was Victory I model, so it lacked ion cannons, forcing them to use precision turbolaser shots that the rebels did their best to evade, but they couldn't evade them forever and if the captain of the Star destroyer ever decided that he would rather destroy them instead of capturing them then they would be annihilated in a minute. Their other saving grace was the fact that the Victory I model's engines were designed for chasing down ships so its acceleration was slower.

But those advantages were taken away as one lucky shot finally struck home and damaged the Tantive's engine nacelles, its acceleration rate drastically dropping. Then the crew and passengers felt a jerk as the Star Destroyer's tractor beams locked onto them. The Tantive continued to fight but it was futile.

Then suddenly a pair of green energy beam cut a path between the rebel and Imperial ships. There was a lull in the fighting as the blue ship native to the system drew closer. Then a pair of large hanger doors opened and one at a time out shot several, well the only word that they knew that could really describe the machines would be droid. They were large, larger then a starfighter at any rate, and were humanoid in shape, if somewhat round and bulbous and with a single 'eye' in the center of their heads.

Three distinct models could be distinguished, but each unit was different in its own way. Then a general transmission was picked up over the radios.

"This is Commander Yzak Joule of ZAFT. Cease all hostilities, identify yourselves, and prepare to be boarded for inspection. If you do not comply with these orders we will consider you an enemy of ZAFT and act accordingly."

Aboard the Mangle Captain Darkel stared at the image on the screen, a scowl upon his face. "What impudence. Launch all fighters. I'll let them deal with those insects as we get back to the real prize." The scowl then reversed itself into a smirk. "But first, it would be rude not introduce myself to my future subjects."


Yzak waited in the cockpit of his GOUF Ignited for the two ships' response. He didn't have to wait long.

"ZAFT personal, you are interfering with an Imperial naval operation to capture traitors and dissidents. You will disarm and surrender yourself to the Galactic Empire or you will be the first people of this planet destroyed for the glory of the Empire."

'Galactic Empire? What the heck is he talking about?' Thought Yzak for a moment but he didn't have time to wonder about it for long. As the speech ended Yzak noted 24 machines drop out of the open ventral hanger of the larger triangular ship.

The machines were very unusual and more than a little awkward looking. The main body was spherical with a circular glass viewport with an octagonal design, giving the impression of an eye staring at you. From the sides sprouted two pylons on which were some type of panel, the purpose of which escaped Yzak. They were small and it didn't look like they had any weapons but they could have some new weapons technology that he had never seen before.

But that only described 18 of the machines. The other six were similar but their design seemed a little more conventional. Their main bodies are comprised of two cylinders with curved side panels.

"Heads up people, we have incoming hostile units. Mobile armors, unknown models. Teresa, your suit isn't back to full combat capabilities, hang back and cover the Voltaire. Zeke, when we make contact break through and go after that big ship. The rest of us will deal with those mobile armors."

A series of affirmatives responded before Teresa backed off to hover around the Voltaire.

The two groups of machines charged each other and faster than Yzak would have thought the spheroids unleashed a volley of beam energy. The ZAFT mobile suits caught all the energy on their raised shields. When Yzak lowered his shield he barely had time to move out of the way of a barreling machine that was barely a blur as it passed. "Damn, these bastards are fast!" He exclaimed. Using the AMBAC to make a 180 degree turn Yzak gave chase to the machine, his GOUF Ignited easily being outpaced. Then the eyeball began to make a large turn and Yzak grinned as memories of the First Bloody Valentine War came to the front of his mind. "But it still moves like a mobile armor!" He shouted, tracking the machine and shooting it down.


Tantive IV

Leia watched as the new ship interfered, launched several machines that looked like droids, and a spokesperson that sounded like an officer of a military, or at least an armed organization, ordered the fighting to stop on behalf of that organization. The diplomat in her filed that information away for later. If there was a later that is.

"Those droids look are kind of slow." Antilles bleakly observed as Imperial fighters left the Star Destroyer's hanger. "Judging from relative position and assuming they are going full speed then I'd say that our Y-wings could outrun them. Not to mention that their outnumbered four to one. Those TIEs will tear right through them."

But the captain's prediction did not come to pass. Despite lacking energy shields the machines managed to block a number of shots from the opening salvo on their metal shields. What was more impressive was how the machines actually dodged the majority, often by no more than a few centimeters.

That's when the real fight began. As one of the TIEs passed the lead white machine it made an impossible 180 degree turn and shot the fighter in the back. Similar moves from the other machines had caught more of the TIEs off guard and evened out the battle to a three on one fight.

"Those droids are incredible." Breathed one of the bridge crew.

"I don't think those are droids." Said the sensor officer. "It's difficult to tell but it looks like there are life forms in those machines."

Antilles frowned. "Explain, why is it difficult?"

"Some sort of interference that started a few minutes ago. I can't get a good sensor reading on anything beyond a few thousand meters. Probably some technology native to this system."


After the initial assault Zeke had managed to break away from the main group and flew towards the large triangular ship. Several kilometers out the ship opened fire, launching volleys of green energy. Its rate of fire impressing Zeke, but only because of the number of cannons it wielded. Their individual rate of fire was slow enough that the Gunner ZAKU danced out of the path of each shot.

Seeing and opening Zeke flew within twenty meters of the ship's hull, inside the cannons effective range. Unfolding his Orthos cannon he pointed straight down and fired, only to watch as the blast from the high energy cannon dissipate just above the hull. "What the?" Firing several more shots he saw the same thing each time. "Damn it. Commander, the ship has some kind of beam shield strong enough to stop the Orthos."

"Then help us take out these mobile armors. They're a lot faster and more difficult than the EA's old Moebius."

Speak of the devil; two of them were coming in to take out Zeke.

Refolding the Orthos, Zeke took out his beam rifle, firing upon the mobile armors. The mobile armors split up, one going right, the other left.

The armor pilots were learning. These two were trying to utilize their speed advantage and numbers to confuse Zeke.

Zeke tracked the left armor, rifle firing ahead of the machine's flight path. One shot struck true and hit the machine's side panel, destroying it and sending the armor on an erratic flight path. But Zeke didn't have time. He turned his ZAKU to face the other machine only for his leg to be blown off in a hail of energy fire. Growling in annoyance Zeke chucked his rifle at the machine, which promptly dodged only to be met with the business end of a beam tomahawk.

The beam weapon sliced through one of the panel holding pylons, sending the armor spiraling out of control before it crashed into the large ship where it exploded spectacularly.

Zeke allowed himself to a moment to survey his handy work but paused for a moment as he noted the metal of the ship was blackened and slightly damaged. Unfolding the cannon he fired another shot only for it to dissipate once again against the shield.

"Hey Voltaire, Dearka, and anyone else that's free I could use your help here."


Teresa held her GuAIZ in position above the Voltaire. The leg damage from the previous battle had been fixed, but it still lacked a new railgun. She watched as the double-hulled armors approached, their number reduced by one during the initial attack.

Before they into effective range of her beam rifle each ship fired a pair of missiles for a total of ten. Teresa immediately targeted the small fast moving weapons and opened fire with both of her weapons while the Voltaire opened fire with its CIWS, beam cannons, linear cannons, and missiles.

Teresa managed to intercept three missiles while the Voltaire got the rest, by this time the enemy machines were within weapon's range.

The Voltaire launched its Parsifals; the heavy missiles locking onto the group of slow(er) moving armors, destroying two of them.

Teresa launched her GuAIZ forward towards one of the remaining machines. It attacked by firing two more missiles that were intercepted. The two machines charged each other space version of chicken. At the last moment Teresa went up, her beam saber igniting, slashing through the center of the enemy machine.

Turning back she saw the last two machines buzzing about the Voltaire, barely being held off by the CIWS guns. Teresa flew back, moving in behind one of the machines and firing upon it. The machine's pilot tried a hard left in order to shake her but the GuAIZ's arms easily tracked it just before Teresa took it down.

Looking for the other machine Teresa was just in time to see it fly in front of the Voltaire's beamcannons just as the weapons fired, vaporizing the machine.

'That takes care of them, are there any more?' Checking her sensors she found most of the other enemy machines were currently occupied with her teammates.

"Hey Voltaire, Dearka, and anyone else that's free I could use your help here." Called Ezekiel over the radio.


Star Destroyer Mangle

Things were not looking for Captain Darkel. What should have been an easy capture of rebel officials had turned into a real mess because of the natives of this system. The TIEs he had sent out expecting them to demolish the unusual machines and destroy their carrier were instead wiped out to ninety percent of their number.

Now the enemy ship was moving to come around to attack the Mangle's engines, a blind spot from the turbolasers and missile launchers. What was worse was those damnable machines were now buzzing around trying to get through the Mangle's shields. Fortunately their weapons weren't strong enough to do anything unless they concentrated their fire, limiting the damage they could do. So if need be Darkel could order a retreat and the Mangle could still make it to hyperspace. He'd only have to suffer the indignity of being the laughing stock of the Imperial Navy. But he wasn't beat yet, he could turn this around.

"Attention ZAFT forces. The shield generators are the domes atop the command tower. The shields are strongest there but once destroyed the Star Destroyer will be defenseless."

Darkel's eyes widened at the sound of the voice. "What was that!?"

"A message broadcast on all channels originating from the rebel ship."

"Three enemy units are now heading for the shield generators!"

"Turn the ship around! Get us back to Imperial space!"

The bridge trembled from reverberations as the shield generators exploded. The next thing the bridge crew of the Mangle knew was the tremors caused by the explosions that ripped through the ship. Without the shields protecting them from the smaller machines that they couldn't hit, and from the warship attacking their engines in their blind spot. The tremors were so great that Darkel was thrown from his chair.

Climbing back up his face went pale as he looked out the main viewport. Directly outside looking in was one of the enemy machines. Its eye glowed menacingly as it twirled a large axe before plunking the glowing blade through the viewport, destroying the front half of the bridge. It pulled out the weapon and moved away allowing cold vacuum to finish its jobs as all surviving officers were pulled from their stations and blown out into space.


Tantive IV

Princess Leia made her choice to help the locals of the system fight the Imperials. Not that they needed much help, but she wanted to ensure that the Empire never discovered what was out here or about the Tantive's rebel activity. She just hoped that the decision did not get her people killed.

The Star Destroyer had been brutalized. Its shield generator shredded by some type of melee weapons, the engines torn apart by the warship, and just about every turbolaser cannon and missile launcher blown apart.

The outcome was all but inevitable and was dependant on whether the Star Destroyer could run. And if they could do that to a fully operational Star Destroyer the Tantive IV stood no chance of withstanding an assault. And the local's attention would be soon be upon the rebel ship.

As if summoned by her thoughts the white machine that lead the attack flew in front of the Tantive, stopping just before the bridge, a sword in its hand, ready to be used if needed.

Then on all channels, "I thank you for the assistance. Now I'll ask again. Who are you?"

Leia motioned Antilles to stay quiet as she nodded to the communications officer. "I am Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. I am a member of the Alliance to Restore the Republic also known as the Rebel Alliance. And I thank you for saving both myself and the people aboard my ship."


AUTHOR'S NOTES!: This fic is a challenge. My intent is not to start another story of my own but to try and inspire someone else to try writing a story, specifically a Gundam Seed/Star Wars crossover.

I don't care how they do it, in fact if anyone wants to they can use this chapter as a starting point. In fact I will just give this away to anyone that wants to try writing the story.

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