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What if Star Fox Crash-Landed in The Clone Wars

Voice Acting & Narration: Steven Waters ⁨@bobablackfly602⁩ Discord:   / discord   YT Memberships:    / @darththeorist   What if Star Fox Landed in the Star Wars Universe. The silence of space carries weight here. Drifting above a fractured moon is the debris field — hundreds of shattered hulls, weapon casings, and curling slabs of twisted durasteel, all suspended in orbit like the bones of a hundred slain beasts. No heat signatures. No communications. Only the cold shimmer of warped metal slowly rotating in the gaze of a dying red sun. Two starfighters coast through the wreckage — sleek, delta-winged interceptors marked with the insignia of the Republic. Anakin Skywalker’s voice crackles over comms. ANAKIN: “This doesn’t look like any Separatist tech I’ve seen. You?” OBI-WAN (calmly): “No. And I’d like to know what kind of battle ends with no transmissions, no survivors, and hull designs that don’t match any known navy.” Their scanners whine — it isn’t proximity alert, but a low pulsing rhythm, faint and mechanical, like a heartbeat beneath static. OBI-WAN: “There. Center of the debris ring.” At the epicenter, half-buried in mangled plating and scorched armor, lies a large, dormant object. Spherical at its core, surrounded by twisted joint-arms and three long stabilizing pylons — like an insect cocoon built from battleship parts. Blue light pulses through its seams. ANAKIN: “Should we get closer?” OBI-WAN: “We’re already too close.” The pulse intensifies. Then… It wakes. The entire wreck shifts. Plates slide. Pistons hiss. What looked like debris unfurls. The dormant cocoon splits open, revealing a massive battle platform with jointed limbs, mounted plasma coils, and a central head that pivots into view — its face a single rotating lens ringed with searing red light. Targeting systems activate with a stuttered shriek. “Heh heh heh… what do we have here? Lost little gnats buzzing through my scrapyard?” Before either Jedi can respond, the platform ignites its main thrusters and charges. Its arms unfold into cannons. Turrets pivot from its undercarriage, unleashing overlapping beams of electric fire. Anakin banks hard, spiraling between shredded hulls. ANAKIN: “Guess that answers that!” Obi-Wan dives under a cluster of spinning debris. One of the machine’s arms punches through a rusted frigate, sending chunks of armor tumbling toward his nose. OBI-WAN: “Suggestions, Anakin?” ANAKIN: “Survive. Then improvise.” The war machine surges forward, snapping through wreckage like scaffolding. It launches a spread of homing charges — glowing spheres that scatter before snapping inward like claws. Anakin loops upward, baiting three into collision against a ruined destroyer’s spine. Obi-Wan fires twin laser bursts into the machine’s side — the bolts scorch its armor but leave no real damage. The machine tracks him with brutal precision. VILLAIN (radio): “Ohhh, I like the fast one. You gonna dance, little ship? Let’s see you dodge this!” Its core rotates and glows. A charge builds in the chest. A wide-beam plasma shot fires, narrowly missing Obi-Wan, the heat warping his shields. OBI-WAN (tense): “I can’t find a weakness!” Suddenly, a new sound cuts through the static — a tight formation of unfamiliar fighters streaking into view from the upper atmosphere, blue contrails trailing behind them in unison. Four ships. Sleek, angular, each with a glowing circular engine core and forward-mounted cannons. Fast. Aggressive. Arwings. One peels off and opens fire — sharp, precise bursts that strike a joint in the machine’s leg. FOX (radio): “Focus fire on the rear joints. Disable the stabilizers.” The rest follow, sweeping in at different vectors. A second pilot breaks formation and loops beneath the war machine, loosing a volley into its underside. FALCO (radio): “He’s got a thermal core vent near the back. One hit should rupture containment.” PEPPY (radio): “Don’t get cocky, Falco. Let the targeting system finish its lock.” SLIPPY (radio): “W-Wait! He’s deploying more mines—watch out! Those things’ll track your heat!” The enemy platform swivels, trying to track them, but the new arrivals are too fast. In seconds, they coordinate a flanking attack: one draws fire, another strikes the exposed vent with pinpoint precision. The vent explodes. Steam and plasma erupt from the machine’s flank. Anakin takes the cue. He surges forward and fires twin torpedoes into the vent just as it pulses — they strike true. A deep rupture follows. The machine staggers. The center eye lens flares red. #starwars #starwarswhatif #whatif