Space Marine in Star Wars (Warhammer X Star Wars)

===Maximus===

Floating in the Bacta tank after his long and grueling campaign, Maximus drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind racing with the memories of his recent discussion with his brothers. He had uncovered a data slate detailing the Hutt's myriad illegal activities—each crime laid out in meticulous detail. The Astartes had discussed using it to justify their war against the Hutts, should the Republic come after them. It was a compelling argument, but what they truly needed was the might of the Imperium behind them. If only they could call on such power, they wouldn't have to navigate the endless bureaucracy and political hoops that the Republic demanded.

A sharp, pulsing pain throbbed in his head, and before he could focus, the fog of unconsciousness claiming him.

Maximus found himself standing on the edge of a vast horizon. The planet beneath him, a dusty, red-brown sphere, seemed oddly familiar, though he couldn't place why. He instinctively knew it was Geonosis. The knowledge came unbidden, as if etched into his very soul. Above, five massive Battle Barges tore through the fabric of space. Hundreds of drop pods fell from the ships, piercing the atmosphere as they descended toward the planet's surface.

Maximus then found himself standing on the red soil of Geonosis. Around him, the roar of battle erupted as Astartes poured from the drop pods. Their bolters barked death as they tore through waves of droids, clones, and Jedi. Their armor gleamed like death incarnate, and their chainswords and power weapons cleaved through enemies with brutal efficiency. The ground was littered with the bodies of the fallen, their blood staining the soil beneath.

At the head of this warband were three figures, each as imposing as the last. Maximus, Raxor, and Sebastian—brothers in arms and leaders of this unstoppable force. Together, they carved through the battlefield, their presence commanding respect from both their allies and enemies alike. The enemies fell before them, a tidal wave of destruction that could not be stopped. They had come to claim victory, and nothing would stand in their way.

Maximus stood, eyes blazing as the battle raged around him, a symphony of chaos and carnage. It was more than a battle; it was the dawn of a new era. This was no longer a fight for control of a galaxy—it was a fight for dominance in a new universe. A universe that would bow to their will.

Suddenly, his vision flickered, and with a sharp intake of breath, Maximus was ripped from the dreamlike vision. His eyes snapped open to the sterile, cold environment of the Bacta tank. The pain in his head returned briefly, but the vision, the power, the feeling of purpose it brought, lingered.

He clicked the release valve of the Bacta tank, and the soothing liquid drained away. He climbed out, his muscles still aching from the strain of the recent campaign, but his mind was sharp, his resolve unwavering.

"Call my brothers here immediately," Maximus commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

Bo-Katan, head of the Azure Talons, nodded without hesitation, already moving to execute his order. "It's done," she replied, and the command was sent.

A few minutes later, Sebastian and Raxor entered his quarters, curious about why they had been summoned.

"I have joyous news, brothers," he said, a smile spreading across his face.

===Nira===

Nira and Dooku raced across the rooftops of Coruscant's towering skyscrapers, pursuing the assassin who had just attempted to kill Senator Amidala, leaving Qui-Gon and Anakin to tend to her.

The sun dipped low behind the spires of Coruscant, casting long shadows across the endless cityscape. Nira's boots hit the metallic surface of a rooftop with a resounding thud as she leapt over a gap between buildings, her eyes locked on the figure ahead—the assassin, darting through the maze of towering structures. Dooku was close behind, his robes billowing in the wind, but his pace was steady, calculated.

The assassin shot a glance over her shoulder, realizing the gap between them was closing. She pushed herself harder, leaping from one building to another, her silhouette barely visible against the shimmering lights of the city below. The neon signs of Coruscant flashed and flickered, their colors casting an eerie glow on the sleek surfaces.

Nira pushed herself further, jumping from a narrow walkway and landing effortlessly on the next roof. Her heart raced, but her focus never wavered. She knew the assassin had information—vital information that could prevent a disaster. She couldn't let her escape.

"Stay focused, Nira!" Dooku's voice rang out, a reminder to keep her mind sharp. His training had always been precise, and she was determined to live up to it. She glanced back and saw Dooku closing in. The man was like a force of nature—graceful but relentless.

Ahead, the assassin reached another rooftop with a sprinting start, glancing over her shoulder one last time. She pushed a button hidden in her glove, and a speeder emerged from the side of the building.

Nira cursed under her breath. Without hesitation, she grabbed a small device from her belt and activated it. A grappling hook shot out, anchoring into the edge of a nearby building. She swung into the air, using the momentum to reach a higher level, just in time to see the assassin beginning her ascent into the sky.

"You're not getting away," she muttered, pushing herself to the limit.

She focused, reaching out with her mind, her fingers trembling slightly as she extended the Force toward the assassin's vehicle. She wasn't as strong in the Force as some, but she could still manage small feats. She tried to grip the speeder's engine, attempting to send it spiraling out of control.

The vehicle jolted, its trajectory wavering for a moment, but the connection was weak, and the effect was partial. The speeder's engines sputtered and flickered, but it didn't fall immediately. Instead, it veered dangerously to one side, sending the assassin off balance as she struggled to maintain control.

"Come on..." Nira gritted her teeth, using every ounce of concentration to pull the speeder further off course.

It wasn't enough to bring it down completely, but it was enough to force the assassin into a desperate maneuver. She jerked the controls hard, trying to compensate for the unstable flight.

The vehicle suddenly veered sharply, slamming into the side of a towering skyscraper with a deafening crash. The assassin was thrown from the cockpit, her body tumbling through the air before slamming hard onto the rooftop below, rolling to a stop in a heap.

Nira landed beside her, her boots striking the rooftop with a soft thud. She quickly rose to her feet, her body still slightly tense from the force of the chase. The assassin groaned, struggling to push herself up, but Nira's gaze was already fixed on her, determination burning in her eyes.

She watched as she stumbled to the edge of the roof, her breathing ragged. She looked down at the sprawling city below, the dizzying heights reflecting the deep contemplation in her eyes—tempting her to end it all. She reached for the handrail, gripping it tightly as if she were on the verge of making a final decision.

Nira felt her pulse quicken as she approached the assassin, her saber hand hovering near her belt. "Don't," she said, her voice steady but firm.

But the assassin didn't respond. Instead, her gaze hardened, and Nira saw the flicker of something dangerous in her eyes.

"Enough!" Nira shouted, drawing her blue lightsaber in a swift motion. The blade ignited with a sharp hum, casting an intense glow on the rooftop.

She raised it, her stance strong and ready. "Who are you working for?."

The assassin hesitated, glancing over her shoulder at the Jedi, then at the drop below. Her fingers tightened on the rail, and Nira knew it would only take one wrong move for her to disappear into the depths of Coruscant's lower levels.

Nira's gaze hardened as the assassin continued to contemplate her next move, her fingers still wrapped tightly around the handrail. Without a second thought, Nira reached out with the Force, her focus sharp despite her limited strength in it.

The air around her seemed to crackle as she summoned the energy within, extending her will toward the assassin. With a swift pull, she yanked the woman away from the rail. The assassin's body jerked violently, her grip slipping from the handrail as she was forcefully yanked backward, landing on the rooftop with a heavy thud before rolling to her feet.

The air hummed with tension as Nira stood poised, her blue lightsaber gleaming brightly in the dimming light. The assassin, now back on her feet, drew a wicked-looking vibroblade from her belt, her eyes narrowing in determination.

With a hiss, the assassin lunged, blade raised high, aiming for Nira's throat. But the young Jedi was ready. She sidestepped the strike with practiced ease, the assassin's weapon slicing through the air where her neck had just been. In a fluid motion, Nira countered, her lightsaber flashing as she slashed at the assassin's midsection.

The assassin barely managed to twist away, the blade grazing her side, but she regained her footing immediately, spinning around to face Nira. She was quick, using her agility to her advantage, darting in and out of Nira's reach. But Nira's concentration was absolute.

The assassin attacked again, this time going low, aiming for Nira's legs. But Nira was faster. She parried the strike with a precise block, spinning her lightsaber in a fluid arc. The assassin barely had time to react before Nira moved in, her saber flashing out and striking the assassin's arm.

The woman screamed as her arm fell to the ground, the vibroblade clattering to the rooftop. She staggered back, clutching the stump of her severed limb. Her face twisted in agony, but beneath the pain, there was fury. She wasn't done yet.

Nira stood tall, her eyes cold but not without pity. "I don't want to kill you," she said, her voice calm, despite the chaos around them. "Now answer me, who are you working for!"

The assassin's breathing was ragged, her remaining arm trembling as she reached for a hidden blaster at her hip. But Nira was already moving. In a blur, she darted forward, her lightsaber flashing in a precise arc. The assassin barely had time to raise her blaster before Nira cut it from her hand with a well-placed strike.

She was on her in an instant, her saber raised high, but she hesitated—just long enough for the assassin to stagger backward, her eyes wide with fear. She fell to her knees, gasping for breath.

Nira stepped back, her saber humming softly in the tense silence. "You're not going to escape this time."

The assassin's eyes narrowed in defiance, even as she cradled her wounded arm. "This isn't over," she spat, her voice trembling.

Dooku appeared on the rooftop, his presence unmistakable as he moved swiftly toward the pair, his cape fluttering behind him like a shadow. The assassin, still crumpled on the ground, could do nothing but glare up at him.

"Well done," Dooku said to Nira, his voice calm, but with a hint of approval.

He then turned his attention to the assassin, standing over her with a quiet intensity. "Now, who sent you?" His tone was almost conversational, but there was a chilling edge to it.

The assassin, struggling to breathe through her pain, glared back defiantly. "No one. I acted on my own." She lied, her voice weak but firm.

Dooku's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. "Do not lie to me," he warned, his hand raised slightly. With a subtle flick of his wrist, the Force gripped the woman's throat, pulling her upright. "Who sent you?"

The assassin's eyes widened, her body going rigid as Dooku's grip on her mind tightened. She grimaced, trying to resist, but it was futile. The Force was relentless. Dooku's presence invaded her thoughts, peeling back her mental defenses like a layer of skin.

"Mandalorian—" she sputtered, her voice trembling as Dooku effortlessly pried the answer from her mind.

Before Dooku could respond, a shot rang out, deafening in the quiet tension of the rooftop. The assassin's head exploded in a spray of blood, the impact so sudden and brutal that her body collapsed backwards, lifeless.

Both Jedi whipped around in unison. A Mandalorian warrior, clad in blue and golden armor, was already leaping off the edge of the building. His jetpack roared to life, propelling him into the air and sending him into the bustling streets below.

"Damn it!" Nira shouted, her voice full of frustration and anger. She bolted toward the railing, leaning over it, watching the Mandalorian disappear into the sea of speeder traffic below.

She clenched her fists in anger. "We're too late."

"Worry not, my young apprentice. I know whose colors those were," Dooku said, his voice calm but heavy with understanding. Nira turned to look back at him, curiosity flashing in her eyes.

"The Azure Talons," he continued, his tone thoughtful. "It seems the Astartes have a debt to settle."

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