Hardcore Realpoliticking (Or Bismark's wet dream)(4)

Aboard the Yamato-Class, Caliburn

This is bad! This is bad! THIS IS BAD!

Grievous shouldn't have been rebuilt without Dooku's interest, whoever had managed to find out about him and pay for the cybernetic implants-

Has to be someone that would have worked for the CIS in the Canon.

...Fishie?

Highly unlikely, Tambor knows we are a walking gold mine of ideas and opportunities for expansion. He wouldn't risk his ticket to glory for no reason whatsoever.

Another explosion echoed in the hallways, the alarms screeching loudly as I rushed as fast as I could to the chaotic duo destroying the Caliburn.

But why would Grievous accept this suicidal mission? I thought his sense of self-preservation would have won whatever curiousity he would have over us.

I think you are overestimating the General-Not-General, Bluey. He is far too prideful and bloodlustful to just ignore us.

So much to commit himself to a mission he wouldn't survive? It sounded incredibly wrong and-

My pace increased as my audio receptors catched the sounds of blasters and lightsabers in action nearby-

He has lightsabers...

Now that is pure BS! I can understand someone being able to pay for the not-so-cheap costs of rebuilding the alienoid but to be able to also afford to give him lightsabers?

The one that sent them is very rich.. that doesn't limit our range by much.

I turned the corner once more and I found myself facing quite the dreadful scene.

Grievous was there, yellow eyes burning in perpetual rage as he finished to crush the clone's neck in his hold. His attention was directed soon at me and he let just a low chuckle out.

"Governor Shinhachi."

I wanted to smile so badly now.

"Hello there!"

Dooku's lightsaber ignited brightly as we both ran against each other, four blades against one was the unfair situation but I was sure the cyborg lacked the skills to fully use the peculiar weapons in 'duels', something I had decided to spend a lot of time around to try and understand myself.

I bet people are going to squeal about us being this good at things but... seriously, we had a massive amount of free time in Tatooine to refine a little some style and the Dathomirian tribes were nice enough to give us a minor holocron to use to learn Form IV.

While my proficiency with the Ataru Form wasn't Qui-gon Jinn's level, I can say I was comfortable enough to enter the proper positions and do the right movements in my attacks.

Grievous was forced to be aggressive in his fighting style and that left him with quite the glaring openings in his stance.

The quantity of his sabers was trumped by my capacity to move fluidly through his attacks and strike at his exposed sections.

My first objective were his second pair of arms and reduce his capacity to deflect any killing blow.

"You are impressive, droid, but I- GAHahah!"

The first one fell the moment the former Kaleesh tried to thrust one of the blade forward, an occasion that left the second right arm fully extended and earnestly ready to be cut.

His shriek of anger/annoyance was similar to the one I remembered from the movies, robotic and highly grating on my ears-audio receptors.

"You know, I kind of expected much more from a Kaleesh warlord." I prepared my guard as I knew the angrily shaking droid was one step from launching himself against me. "Guess you just are a weakling."

A shrill yell of anger thundered out of Grievous and then-

*SLAM*

*CRACK*

The wall behind me collapsed as the murderous mercenary rushed with such an insane speed that I couldn't react quickly enough to avoid... this.

"You are dead!"

I fell on the ground, the furious foe not losing a single beat in punching the lightsaber out of my hand and starting to pummel my 'beautiful' face without a single ounce of pulling his own punches.

Pain was something I barely knew nowadays but...

WARNING! FULL INTEGRITY IS COLLAPSING RAPIDLY!

98%!

89%!

81%!

70%!

SHIT!

My punch slammed on his ugly mug only once but the strength behind the metallic fist was enough for the stunned enemy to recoil in surprise as I kicked him away from me.

My sight was... fucked. The visual receptors were flickering between static and the images of what was in front of me.

FUCK!

G-GET THE LIGHTSABER!

I listened to the yells in my head as I rushed towards the blade and managed to pick it fast enough to dodge a blaster's shot from another direction.

The red-painted armor of the Mandalorian looked quite damaged, possibly because the bastard had just faced double the odds he had fought against when together with the droid.

Speaking of Grevious, the droid had reignited his three blades and was already running towards me when-

*SQUELCH!*

The sound was quick but morbid as the former Khaleesh collapsed forward, his ribcage of metal containing his last organs crushed within itself.

W-What?

The Mandalorian seemed to panic at the sight, turning left and right as if trying to catch the culprit of this insane development.

His body floated a little bit from the ground as his hands shooted right at his neck, the sound of his throat being slowly crushed filled my damaged audio-receptors as the last intruder fell on the floor, his body unmoving and lifeless.

I felt that something was wrong-

I FELT IT.

I snapped my head behind me as I was pushed on the ground by a familiar but unknown power.

...No. H-He shouldn't be there. HE IS DEAD!

But he was there, his mask undone as his scarred face stared right at my compressed form.

I know I had faced quite the team of scary bastards until now but... this was way beyond what I could beat.

A half-formed Darth Revan blankly eyed me, a Force-willed Ghost.

B-But why?

His mouth was twisted in a small upward line as his yellow eyes contined to study me, my soul felt touched, violated and-

"You will do fine... for now."

WARNING! CORRUPTION IS SPREADING THROUGH DATABANK-

NONONONONO!

SECURITY PROTOCOLS ARE FAILING TO FIND THE INFECTED ORI-RI-RI-RI-!!!!!

My B-BRAIN NOOOOooooooOOOOOooOOOOoooOOO!

I was losing the inner battle, the form of the Ghost slowly disappearing within my circuits, trying to slowly take over my wholeness.

I was panicking, my body convulsing in the floor and unresponding to my pleas to move away, my sight forced right at the-

...We-We have to do that.

Shit! W-We could be trying something else- I-It doesn't have to end like this?

I could see her smile, her eyes covered by the shadows...

But she was there for me in those difficult moments and I... pulled the plug.

It was time for me... to... go.

The reactor of the ship looked like a bright sun to my damaged sight but I could recognise it in that tortured moment.

EVACUATION ORDER ISSUED! TEN MINUTES FOR FULL EVACUATION OF THE SHIP!

What are you doing?

Revan sounded quite confused as I started to bypass rapidly through the permission of the reactor's control system.

Authorization Granted!

Increasing Energy's input of the Caliburn's Reactor:

100%!

120%!

140%!

160%!

IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY! WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING-

180%!

No, we don't.

While Revan in the past would have done wonders... but now his mentality was outdated. He was too dangerous and stuck in the old was to do truly some good in this universe.

With a small content smile, I pushed for the last digit.

200%!! CRITICAL LEVEL REACHING, SELF-DESTRUCT PROCESS HAS BEGUN!

NO! YOU USELESS DROI-

A blinding light and a white noise were the last thing I could remember as I found myself waking up in a-

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"Lord Maurice!"

I blinked myself awake as I stared at the dark ceiling of the room, my eyes snapping quickly at the young man that had yelled my name.

"Horestes? Why are you being this... loud so early in the morning?!" My hand massaged my forehead as I tried to soothe the incredible migraine that was slowly spreading within my head.

We should have refused Gofre's offer last night. Even I can feel the beginning of the headache from here.

Same! But man, Gofre knows how to lighten up a feast, man! He will lead us to some glorious battles, that magnificent bastard!

Be. Quiet! I.. I don't need this so early in the morning.

Understood.

*Whine*

But truly, we need to lay off this kind of offers... the hangovers are so horrible to deal so early in the morning.

"Duke Godfrey wished to speak to you, milord. Something about the future battle."

I blinked as I felt the memories of our last meeting return to my mind and I nodded at the man.

"Horestes, you may go. I will reach the Duke in a moment." The servant, being part of the entourage coming from Lorraine, nodded silently and closed the wooden door behind him.

A sigh left my mouth as I slowly walked toward the balcony of the high floor that gave sight right at the next objective of our God's glorious campaign.

1098 AD, nearby the City of Antioch...

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AN

New world and it is set in Assassin's Creed!

I hope y'all will understand that I am not going to copy anything from the series other than the setting, the artifacts and... something that will appear in the near future.

Temporary Protagonist for the Past version of the world:

Maurice Morreal, close advisor and knight of Godfrey of Bouillon, future King of Jerusalem.

Setting:

Past - Levant, 1090s (The First Crusade)

Present - Italy, inside the ????go In????, 2013

Warning! After some backlash I had back in SB, here's something I've to say about this: Think of this arc as a long interlude. It isn't going to be as long as the previous SW 'longplay' and it will last only 4 chapters and an interlude, then in the next world with the real MC. No, Maurice is meant to die.