The Secret of the Obsidian Triangle
By Larry Yoakum III
Boba Fett was flying through the Hoth System with no particular destination to go. It had been a month since the Imperial’s Death Star was destroyed by the Rebel Alliance. Fett had no love for the Rebellion, who sought to overthrow what he felt was the rightful government. Palpatine had been lawfully elected chancellor those many years ago, and it was his lawful right to establish an empire to rule. Besides that, Fett had a kinship with the Sith, whose greatest enemy was at one time his own. When he served with the Mandalorians during the Clone Wars, he had learned to hate the Jedi. The Galactic Empire was his home, and it allowed him to follow his chosen path.
When he was known as Jaster Mereel, he was a young journeyman protector on Concord Dawn. After his banishment, he served the Empire as a stormtrooper, but he was his own man, and that didn’t last beyond his first enlistment term, although he served with distinction and honor and loyalty, he was allowed to leave the stormtroopers alive. Taking the name of Boba Fett, he had become the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy. There were only a few who understood the name he had chosen. Boba Fett.
Emperor Palpatine, Darth Vader, and Fett himself, and maybe Mara Jade, understood the significance of the name. Boba was an ancient Sith word for hunter, in the context of a hunter who hunts for those who have wronged the society in which they lived. Fett was the god of justice that the ancient Sith race worshiped. Not even the Jedi Council of old knew that information, for the Sith were masters of keeping their identities hidden. Hidden even from the venerable old Jedi Yoda, who disappeared during the Jedi Purge, in which Fett assisted during his service as a Mandalorian warrior.
Fett had a special dislike for the old Jedi Kenobi, who was killed by Vader not too long ago on the Death Star. Kenobi had killed Fett’s old friend Khameir Sarin, the elder brother of one of his fellow mandalorians. Khameir was a servent of the Emperor before he was ruler of the Empire. He was the predecessor to Lord Vader. He was one of the best friends that Jaster Mereel had. Now, as Boba Fett, he had no room for friends. His one regret in his long life. That thought made Fett realize how old he was getting. Nearing his fifth decade of life. But he still fought like a man half his age.
Fett saw an imperial destroyer ahead. His scanners showed it to be the Zaratan. It was firing on a rebel blockade-runner. Fett decided to sit and watch the show. He had no love for the rebel alliance, especially since they allowed that fiend Solo to join their cadre. Fett glanced down at his wookiee scalps that hung from his shoulder. He couldn’t wait to add Chewbacca’s own. And maybe Solo’s skull upon the control panel. As the ships fired on each other, Fett’s warning alarm went off loudly. But why? No ship was firing on him. The Slave 1 received no hits at all. Something inside him told him to look to his starboard. Some kind of tear was forming in the black void of space. It took Fett several seconds to realize that his ship was moving towards it. The tear grew and the ship began to gain speed and just got closer and closer. Before he knew it, the star destroyer and Rebel ship were along side of him, moving into the tear. Fett gunned his engines, but to no avail. “Well,” Fett said aloud with just the slightest hint of fear in his voice. “I suppose if a destroyer can’t get out of the pull, what chance do I have?”
Fett strapped into the pilot seat and made sure he had his EE-3 rifle next to him. Fett had the nagging feeling that things were about to get weird.
The small shuttle left the space station and headed back towards the U.S.S. Enterprise. Onboard the shuttle, Captain James Kirk, Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Commander Spock, and the pilot Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott were glad to be going home. Although their homes were the planet Earth, with the exception of Spock, whose was the world Vulcan, they all felt at home on the Enterprise. After two years in space together, they felt like a family, or as close as you can get to one in the military.
“Scotty, full ahead as fast as you can get this thing. I gotta get back to bridge soon.”
“Aye sir.” Scotty would be glad to return to engineering as well. There his true genius would be used properly. Plus, he was tired of hearing McCoy and Spock argue. Actually, Spock never argued, but would make his logical comments and annoy McCoy, who would try to antagonize the Vulcan science officer.
Kirk looked at his ship. Ah, what a beautiful women she was, too. The curves, the lines. He needed no woman to make his life complete. It didn’t stop him from getting more than his share of the ladies. “Sir, look!”
Kirk turned to the window and saw a tear in space open. “Whaaat is thaaat, Mister Scott?”
“I dinna know sir. It is like nothing I have ever seen.”
“Captain, “Spock spoke. “I believe it is a rip in space/time. Perchance a wormhole of some kind.”
In the few seconds they took to speculate, their small shuttle was pulled in.
“Fascinating.” Spock said aloud. McCoy wanted to bean him in the head.
Scott Summers eased the controls of the Blackbird from the mansion. He and his companions were flying towards the stronghold of their biggest enemy, Magneto. Scott, who was also called Cyclops, for his mutant power of firing optic lasers from his eyes, looked at his friends, the X-Men. Henry McCoy, called Beast. Covered in blue fur, and possessing unusual agility and genius level intelligence. Storm, who could control and make changes in the weather. Logan, called Wolverine, who could heal instantly and had a skeleton covered with the metal adamantine, which was virtually unbreakable. He had claws in his forearms that he could at will make come through his knuckles. Three in each arm. Cyclops’s wife, Jean Gray, who had the gift of telekinesis. Rogue, who could absorb the life force from a person. Gambit would have come, but he and the professor were going after another nemesis called Mr. Sinister, who was attacking a military compound in Nevada. The heroes Captain America and Spiderman were helping the Professor and Gambit.
The Blackbird buzzed over the ocean and it was met halfway to Magneto’s compound by another craft, similar in looks, but a differ rent design. Jean announced that it was Magneto himself, surrounded by a group of his own mutant followers. The evil mutant projected a magnetic field around the Blackbird and made it stop in midair. Jean countered with her own mind power. The two mutants locked power, mind vs. magnetism.
“Why don’t you just throw me out there and let me tear the wings off that heap?” Wolverine said in his growling, harsh tone. He extended the claws from his right hand. “Lets see if that thing will stand up to these!”
“Calm down Logan!” yelled Cyclops. “We don’t need a berserker right now.” Wolverine knew the kid was right, but he didn’t like being talked to that way, but he let it go. Cyclops was the boss here, and Logan knew how to follow orders.
Jean broke off her power and fell down, and everyone noticed that Magneto’s jet started to shake and move vertically upwards. The Blackbird soon did the same. They moved up and out of the atmosphere. “What is it Jean?”
Jean moaned lightly. “I. I don’t.” Then she passed out.
Once in the void of space, they saw a hole in the middle of the black nothingness. Within a matter of seconds, both they and the enemy jet were pulled into the dark tear.
The ships from the three different realities all passed through the gates of unreality into what could be called an undimension. During their hovering in the blackness of the undimension, a lone being watched. Watched and smiled. The tests could now begin. And with luck, one of the groups would find the one thing that would give the being the power to leave this undimension and live anywhere in the cosmos he chose. He wouldn’t have to draw outsiders into his realm. He could leave this awful place and live anywhere. Live there and rule.
He only needed to find the Obsidian Triangle.
The ships all hovered in the emptiness. On board Slave 1, Boba Fett scanned his navicomputer, seeing that he was nowhere in the known galaxy. About that same time, Spock, Magneto, and Jean Gray came up with that same conclusion. Where ever they were, it wasn’t anywhere near their home.
Henry McCoy, the Beast, checked the computer’s map and he stroked his chin in wonder. “Hmmm. Very interesting. Jean, Cyclops, it seems that we are in a sort of fourth dimension.” Jean reached out with her mind, reaching for Professor Xavier’s mind, but found nothing. Whatever this place was, it blocked her from her mentor.
“Hey, look out there guys. What do you make of that?” Everyone turned at Wolverine’s words and saw the other ships outside. One was Magneto’s ship, but the others were of the likes that they have never seen. One was shaped almost like an elephant’s head, with wings sticking outward. They could make out that this ship was beaten from much use, but it was strong. That much was clear. One of the other craft was about the size of a jumbo cargo jet, with many blast marks on it, no doubt inflicted on it by that giant wedge-shaped ship. A smaller shuttle type craft floated near the Blackbird. This one had English writing on it. It read as being a shuttle of the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701. Was this some kind of secret military craft? Jean reached her mind into the small shuttle, and received a startling response. “Scott, they’re from Earth!”
“What? That’s not possible”
“Really Jean. We have nothing like that in the Mansion’s computer,” was Rogue’s response.
“Well, not our Earth I should say. They are from a parallel reality of Earth. One where mutants are so rare that they aren’t even considered to be mutant. Just an occasional psychic among them, or an occasional telekinetic. As far as I can sense, they have no mutants like we know them. No optic blasts, no healing factor, no absorbing life energy, no magnetic control, or anything of the kind.”
Wolverine grinned and growled simultaneously. “Good. If anything should happen,” he extended the claws from his right hand, “I think we have an advantage.”
Kirk looked around at his surroundings. He was speechless. “Spock. What, the hell, is going, on?”
“Strange captain. It seems we are in a different reality. I suggest we try to communicate with the other ships. Perhaps they can be of assistance.”
“Are you out of your Vulcan mind, Spock?” Dr. McCoy broke in. “How do we even know that those things are a life form like we know it. They could kill us all!”
Kirk interceded. “Gentlemen please. Bickering will, get us no, where. “ Kirk looked at the monitor. He saw a small planetoid. It registered as a class M. “Set course, for that, planet.” With that, the shuttle sped off towards the rocky moon-like orb.
Boba Fett saw that the smaller shuttlecraft was speeding away. No matter, unless they found a place to land. Fett turned his ship around and followed the small craft. An alarm went off and he looked at his scanners. The other ships hall decided to follow suit. “Very well, “ Fett muttered under his helmet.
The Blackbird found a landing place not too far from where the shuttle and the beat up old ship landed. The X-Men all filed out, Cyclops in the lead with Wolverine at his side. From the elephant head shaped ship, a being was descending a ramp. He had on a blue/gray flight suit, covered with armor and a helmet with a dark T-shape visor. He held an exotic looking rifle in his arms.
From the shuttle, four human looking men came out. Each wore similar outfits, with the exception of two wore blue shirts, one wore red, and who appeared to be the leader wore a gold/green shirt. It was hard to tell in the planet’s bizarre light. The young leader of that group was the first to speak aloud.
“Hello. I am, Captain James T. Kirk, of the Starship, Enterprise of the United, Federation of, Planets.”
“Uh, hello. I am Scott Summers. This is Jean Gray, Logan, Henry McCoy, and Rogue. We are the X-Men. From Earth.”
“Impossible, we, are from, Earth.”
One of the men in a blue shirt, who now shown to have pointed ears, spoke. “Captain, it seems to me that they hail from an Earth of a parallel dimension. What do you think, Dr. McCoy?”
Henry McCoy spoke up. “How do you know my name, my alien friend?”
“No, he meant me, blue boy! I’m Leonard McCoy, ship’s doctor.”
Wolverine sniffed the air and looked towards the beaten up ship. The smell was dangerous, but one he had instant respect for. The smell of a hunter. “And what’s your story, bub?”
“I am Boba Fett, bounty hunter.” For some reason, he had a liking for the man with the yellow costume. Well, as close to liking someone as Fett could come. Fett noticed as the man called Logan froze, sniffing the air. He let out a growl and razor sharp claws sprang from his hands. He turned as a giant beast-man jumped at him. Fett raised his rifle, but halted firing. He sensed that the man wouldn’t appreciate anyone disrupting his fight.
Kirk ordered his men to fire at the thing. He told them to set weapons on stun. Cyclops knew that Logan wouldn’t like that. The four men from the shuttle fired at Sabertooth, hitting him in the chest. It knocked him down, but he got right back up and jumped at the man called Kirk. With one quick swipe, he opened a large gash in the shuttle captain. Blood oozed out as Sabertooth jumped into the surrounding trees and vanished. Kirk looked in amazement at his own mortal wounds. He started to laugh lightly. The mighty Jim Kirk defeated by a beast man on an unknown world. The whole crowd surrounded him. Jean and Beast told Dr. McCoy that they could assist if needed. Dr. McCoy sadly shook his head and waved them away. He stood and faced the group gathered around him. A man with a ruby red visor around his eyes, two beautiful redheads, a short muscled man with razors extending from his hands, a large blue fur-covered man-thing, and a man with armor and a jet pack on his back. He turned back around to his captain.
With a tear in his eye, he said, “You’re dead, Jim.”
Spock couldn’t believe it. His friend, Jim Kirk, was dead. Spock, although his Vulcan upbringing taught him to suppress all emotions, started to cry. And not just a single teardrop, it was the kind of bawling a little child would do if he scraped his knee. Dr. McCoy put an arm around his friend in an attempt to comfort his sorrow, but Spock pushed him away violently. “Don’t touch me you dirt jerk! If you lay a hand on me again, I’ll go medieval on your sorry…”
“Spock!” Mr. Scott yelled. “Please control yourself!” Scott stopped yelling abruptly. His Scottish accent was gone. Spock was shocked at the interruption in his crying. His emotions had been unleashed. He started to laugh, then cry, then laugh again. Then suddenly he got a serious expression on his face. All the gathered observers froze. They anticipated something to occur. Cyclops was prepared to fire his optic blasts. Wolverine extended his claws. He could smell the pointy-eared alien’s emotional shifts. Boba Fett merely continued to look on. He didn’t doubt his quick and expert aim.
“Fools!” Spock shouted. Then he giggled. “You just stand there when the greatest being in creation lay dead upon the stupid ground of a freaking alien world in some poppy dimension! That mutant freak killed him, and I, the new Captain Spock, shall avenge my fallen comrade! I swear this by my stinky underwear!” Spock farted and ran off yelling things that would make a sailor in Thailand blush with shame and humiliation. Cyclops covered Jean’s ears and she pushed him away, reminding him that they said similar things to each other when in bed. Fett rolled his eyes and looked at Wolverine. Wolverine could sense that and smirked. Fett couldn’t help but smirk under his helmet too.
“He’ll never survive against Sabertooth,” Wolverine offered to the group. “He’ll rip his John Lennon hair-do apart then eat his spine.”
“Never underestimate a Vulcan, they have a neck pinch that will know out a rabid Klingon.” Dr. McCoy’s words were met with odd expressions.
“Where we’re from, a cling on is something that hangs off of your…”
“Please Rogue, not now.” Rogue looked at Beast with venom in her eyes.
“Well,” Cyclops said. “While we’re here we might as well talk to each other and try to decide a course of action.” All nodded their agreement, except for Dr. McCoy and Mr. Scott. They demanded to know what was to be done about Spock.
“You can’t possible deal with Sabertooth. I know him,” Wolverine sneered. “I used to work with him, but we had a bit of a falling out.” Wolverine sneered, remembering what his former ally had done. “I’ll go find your guy. Don’t worry, the scent is still strong.” Wolverine sniffed the air and headed towards the scent of his nemesis.
“Can he actually smell people?” Boba Fett asked.
Storm nodded her head. “Yes, its part of his mutation. He has animal smell, sight and hearing. And pretty much instantaneous regeneration. The animalism makes him somewhat feral, but not as bad as he was when we first met him. He was almost as bad as Sabertooth, but not as bloodthirsty. Just like a wild animal.” Jean smiled, thinking of the wild part. Maybe one of these days when Scott was out of town…
Dr. Henry McCoy and Dr. Leonard McCoy were off to the side discussing medical techniques. Leonard was interested to hear about the various mutations that occurred in the alternate Earth.
While the X-Men, Boba Fett, and the two Enterprise shuttle survivors were discussing the situation, fifteen miles away was the ship flown by Magneto. Magneto was also conferring with his new companions. His own mutants were beside him. Mystique, a blue skinned woman who could shape-shift into anybody she had visually seen. Toad, a bloated little green-skinned man. Basically a sniveling coward who could leap high in the air like a frog. Sabertooth had run off in a fit of rage. That left only Magneto’s newest mutant ally, Hector, who could shoot beams of kinetic energy from his nose. He looked normal except for his one wide nostril. Magneto’s newest companions were an enigma.
From something called the Galactic Empire, they were a Spartan-like culture. The leader was named Captain Voss Tagger of the Star Destroyer Zaratan. He has flown down in a Lambda class shuttle with a platoon of stormtroopers, white armored warriors. The other spacecraft, a rebel ship, was destroyed after they arrived in this dimension. Dozens of escape pods landed all over the strange world, and the Imperials had managed to take thirteen rebel prisoners, the highest ranking being Lt. Ozzel, who was the husband of the niece of Admiral Ozzel, some big shot in the Empire. Lt. Ozzel had defected to the side of the Rebel Alliance.
The Imperials tried to muscle Magneto, but he managed to rough the stormtroopers up with his magnetic powers. Apparently plasteel was metallic enough for his unique brand of magnetism. The otherworld mutant had managed to get Capt. Tagger and his men under his control. Tagger brooded, convinced that Magneto was just as bad as Lord Vader, although he was sure Vader would use his strange magic against the metal man.
“We must find the others who are here. The mutants and any other of your people. Perhaps we can find a way back to our respective dimensions.”
“Very well Mr. Magneto. You have the support of the crew of the Zaratan.”
Smiling cruelly, Magneto said, “I’m pleased to hear it. I’d hate to see what my magnitude of magnetism would do to your ship.” Not to mention the fact Mystique could masquerade as Captain Tagger anyway. In fact, that was a good idea. Magneto had Mystique take a pleasing form and seduce the captain. A few moments later, only Captain Tagger came back, but Tagger smiled knowingly at Magneto and his features quickly changed into Mystique’s and then back to Tagger’s. Now Magneto had definite control over the Imperial crew.
Wolverine followed the scent of Sabertooth until he reached a snow-covered forest. That in itself was weird because it felt warm. It had to be at least eighty-five degrees. There was no sun out, yet somehow it was bright daylight. Logan had no idea where he was, but he was a soldier and could adapt. He had been through a lot, granted not a lot of things as weird as this situation. He heard a snap and turned.
He ducked, barely missing contact with a baseball bat. A baseball bat? That pointy-ear dude was holding it. “Mr. Spock I presume.” Logan said the words with a growl and extended his claws. “Bub, you don’t want none of this.” The bat was swung again and Wolverine sliced it in two with a swipe of his hand. Spock did a surprisingly fast kick to Logan’s groin, and it did hurt, but Logan did have a good pain threshold and the kick merely angered him. He let out an equally fast punch to Spock’s groin and he retracted his claws at the last minute. Spock hit the ground, cradling his crotch. He was crying. With a start he jumped up and took a swing at Logan. Logan took the punch on purpose to test out the alien’s strength. He hit like a girl. Like a biker girl.
Logan picked up Spock and threw him into a tree, knocking him out. Picking up the Vulcan, Wolverine headed back towards the camp. But then that familiar sent came to his senses again. Not the smell of Sabertooth, but the smell of that big murderer’s boss.
“Magneto,” Wolverine whispered.
“Hello Logan.” Wolverine turned and saw Magneto with a group of white armored men. Their helmets looked skull-like. Their rifles looked mean. Wolverine dropped Spock and extended his claws again.
With a growl he yelled, “Bring it on kiddo!”
“Oh yes. Sometimes I do forget you are older than I. Take him.” Two troops advanced on Wolverine. With the swipe of his claws, their chests tore open, lungs and ribs exposed to the elements. Wolverine detected a new, but familiar scent. Next to him landed Boba Fett, who came in via jetpack.
“Need some help Logan?”
“Sure thing, bub. Let’s take these jerks.”
Cyclops and Jean looked at each other and nodded at the same time. “Everyone, be better go after Logan. He may need help.”
“Yes, Scott,” Storm answered. Everyone followed Scott Summers into the unknown wilderness.
Seven minutes after the stormtroopers advanced on Wolverine and Boba Fett, the steel-clawed mutant and the galactic bounty hunter stood over the bodies of battered and bloody imperial troops. Most of them were missing lungs and hearts. The others had blaster burns in their skulls. Both men turned and considered attacking Magneto. “Fett, ready to take this joker?” Fett nodded once and aimed his rifle at Magneto, firing at him. This action took less than half a second. Magneto raised his hand just as fast and the blaster bolt bounced back towards the two comrades. Both of them jumped in opposite directions, the blast missing them.
“Logan, Logan, Logan. Have you forgotten about my magnetic shield? I’ll have you both in control.” Magneto gave them a dark smile and Wolverine jumped at the evil mutant, claws out ready to slice. He froze in mid air. “And remember, I can easily hold you by your metal skeleton.” Fett ignited his pack and flew at magneto, firing an explosive rocket dart, but Magneto pushed it away and froze Fett in place, his armor now his adversary instead of his ally. He pulled Fett’s helmet off with his magnetism and floated his blaster rifle in front of his face, aiming right between his eyes. Fett’s features showed no emotion. He always knew he’d die one day. Today is just as good as any other. Then, the impossible happened.
A bolt of lightning descended from the heavens and struck Magneto in the chest, the electricity coursing through his whole body. Logan and Fett both dropped onto the ground. Fett quickly put his helmet back on. Logan was the first to speak. “Excellent timing Storm. Wanna marry me yet?” Storm smiled and gave him a polite decline. “Well, never hurts to ask, Stormy.”
Fett thanked her too. Mr. Scott asked if they had found Spock. Fett pointed to Spock’s unconscious form on the ground. As soon as Scott picked up Spock’s body, he screamed and dropped him. Spock stood and grabbed Scott’s head and pulled it from his body. “I am the Great Spock! You will all die!” His Vulcan mind powers were out of control now. A large whirlwind picked them all up and spinned them in the air. Fett fired off a shot with his wrist laser, hitting Spock in the chest, taking him down yet again. But it was too late for some of them.
Jean Gray, Cyclops, Storm, Rogue, and Mr. Scott were dead, their bodies broken from the severity of the whirlwind. Logan’s healing powers kept him alive, and Fett had Sith strength. Strangely, Dr. Henry McCoy, known as the Beast, and Dr. Leonard McCoy had merged into one being. He had the face of Henry and Leonard’s body, with very large hands and feet. The agility was there, but all medical knowledge was gone. He had become a hybrid of two worlds, and ran off into the unknown. Fett and Logan decided to let him go. Spock was gone, and they had to hunt him down.
Magneto was dead as well. His body was burned underneath his suit. His face was burned beyond all recognition, but Logan knew it was him. He could still smell his scent. He gave the body a kick and him and Fett headed off in the direction that held Spock’s scent.
“Logan, I’m, sorry, about your friends.”
“Thanks bub. Don’t worry. I’ll get that alien scum for what he did.” All’s Logan could think of now was Jean. He loved her, and he believed she knew it. Her heart belonged to Scott, but he always felt she had a special feeling for him, too. Don’t cry in front of the bounty hunter, Logan said to himself.
Mystique, in the guise of Captain Tagger, watched the fight take place. She saw how Wolverine had torn those troopers apart, and how the mysterious bounty hunter had a good aim with his gun. She looked in the ship’s computer and found that his name was Boba Fett. His history was unknown to the Empire. Perhaps he wasn’t just a bounty hunter, but a secret operative in the imperial ranks. She also looked up a Darth Vader, Grand Moff Tarkin, and other imperial operatives. Then she saw her lover Magneto die at the hands of the X-Men. She couldn’t even get revenge, for the one who killed him, Storm, was now dead, at the hands of some pointy-eared human. He ran off into the wilderness after killing them, and the transmission went dead. She assumed that Wolverine still lived, knowing his mutant healing powers. But she was sure that the others were all dead. She knew that Wolverine would hunt down the strange humanoid. That was, unless Sabertooth found Wolverine first, then it was a matter of who would survive that battle. Those two had hated each other longer than she had been alive. Perhaps here, on this alien world, the final battle would occur and only one of them would walk away alive.
“Toad! Pyro! Hector! Get in here!”
The three mutants rushed in. “Yes Captain?” Tagger changed back into Mystique. “I mean, yes Mystique?”
“I want you three to find that pointy eared man. I want you to bring me back his head on a pike. Understood?”
Hector crossed his arms. “Why should we do that?”
Mystique became Hector. “You can be replaced very easily. Besides, do you want Sabertooth to find out you aren’t doing your job?”
The three rushed out, eager to find the man who killed the X-Men.
In the deepness of the undimension, the long being continued to watch. He had seen the weak filtered out, so that the strong would live. Now, he must put them on the path to the Obsidian Triangle and he could escape his exile. And rule as was his right as a Prince of the Creation.
With that triangle, he would become King Belial, and his grip would hold not only the three dimensions that these people came from, but others as well. One he was particularly interested in was one where a giant lizard man-beast came from the sea every few years and stepped on the capitol city on a small but powerful island nation. He often battles other giant beasts that sought to destroy his world. One of these beasts was a giant moth, and another was a three-headed dragon.
Belial would take over the Creation that his former master failed to conquer those many eons ago. A time when he followed his master in an attempt to take over the Throne of the True Creator. The attempt failed miserably, and the rebel Princes fell to various worlds and dimensions. Belial had the bad luck to fall into this one.
But soon, very soon, he would be free and he would rule.
Mystique, still in the guise of Tagger, sat in the command chair on the bridge of the star destroyer and brooded. Her mentor, Magneto, was dead. She was waiting for the other mutants she sent out to report back to her. Their shuttle had failed to do so and she started to worry. Sabertooth may have torn them apart, but most likely it was that man with the pointed ears. What was he?
Or maybe Wolverine, the sole surviving X-Man on this world, and that Boba Fett character killed them. She considered grabbing a shuttle pilot and looking for them herself when her control panel beeped. She pushed the button and told the other side to report. It was a storm trooper from below. He was barely alive and requesting medical attention. Mystique called over one of the bridge officers.
“Lieutenant, ready a shuttle for me and bring me a platoon of troops. I want to go to the surface.”
“As you wish sir.” The officer turned and walked away to follow the orders of the person he thought was his commanding officer.
Mystique stood and paced around the floor, waiting for her orders to be carried out.
Logan and Fett kept up their quick pace. Most likely stranded on this world forever, Logan decided revenge was all he had left. Xavier had taught him that he had a family, but now a large part of that family was gone. Scott, although they had their differences, Logan had grown to respect the field commander of the team. Rogue, the beautiful southern girl. Storm, the mistress of the elements. Jean. Oh Jean. Logan still loved her, and promised to always honor her memory until the day he died, which may not be too far away.
And what about McCoy? He had merged with that man from the alternate earth and become an "it". Animalistic. More so than Sabertooth, from what Logan could see.
And there was another problem. His old enemy, Sabertooth, was out there as well, with a taste for blood. And who knows how many others Magneto brought with him in his jet. And those Imperials Fett told him of.
Yeah, the day to die may not be too far off with those factors out and about at once.
Fett’s thoughts were not too far from where Logan’s were. He knew the Imperials would be under the control of Magneto’s forces, from what Logan said about him. Logan told him of another mutant called Mystique, who could shape shift. If she took the form of someone the Imperials would listen to, the feces could slam the fan.
The bounty hunter had a limited ability of Sith power. Enough to make him the most effective hunter in the entire galaxy, but not enough to understand the situation at hand. Where in the universe were they? What brought them here?
Fett’s thoughts were interrupted as Logan came to a sudden halt. “Stop. I got a scent. It smells like Beast, but different. Probably from his merging with that dude. I don’t have the elf eared-psycho yet.” Fett nodded and they continued on their way.
Spock ran and ran at the fastest speed his body would take him. Avenge Jim. Avenge Jim. Jim Kirk was his god and he must avenge his death. But how? They were many and he was one.
What was that?
I feel your thoughts Spock. I know your pain. I know your need for revenge. They took your friend, and I know the secret to get them back.
Follow the path to your left. Follow that road, Spock. It will lead you to the Obsidian Triangle and its secrets of the cosmos.
“Yes my master!” Spock turned left and trotted down the dirt path. He could feel the Obsidian Triangle calling to him.
Fett came back from behind the large purple tree. He had gone back there to relieve his bladder. “Ready?” said Logan. Fett nodded. He liked Logan. Logan, called the Wolverine, was a lot like Fett. A hunter. A loner. A lost soul. Plus, those steel claws were a unique weapon. And that metal ran along his entire skeleton, making his bones unbreakable.
They two continued on their journey. Fett looked at his rifle, making sure it was fully loaded. Logan halted once again. “Sabertooth,” he hissed. “He’s close, but he’s hurt. I can smell his blood.” After searching for a few moments, they found what was left of Sabertooth.
His chest was torn open, with his organs mostly gone. A look of agony covered his beastly face. Logan sniffed.
“Who killed him?” asked Boba Fett.
“That elf head son-of-a…” Logan growled and kicked the body of Sabertooth, knocking the head into an unnatural angle. “He stole my revenge!”
“What do you mean?”
Logan faced Fett, his eyes aflame with rage. “Me and Sabertooth go way back. Used to work together in the agency. Then one day, well, we had a falling out. Since then, its been a blood feud. It was either me killing him or him killing me. For years we’ve fought, the chance to kill the other postponed for whatever freakin reason. Now, I can never have my chance to kill him. So you’ll understand why I’m a little peeved.”
Fett nodded. He understood vengeance all too well. “So, what do you want to do now? Still find the alien? Kill him?”
Logan half smiled, half sneered. “Yeah, bub. I’m up for that.”
Mystique landed on the surface and emerged from the shuttle, a new platoon of stormtroopers at her command. Those idiots she send down here are probably dead by now. Seeing Hector run up to her and stopping out of breath, she sighed in annoyance. Hector was still alive with his nose rays at her disposal. “Where is Magneto and the other mutants!”
The face of Tagger melded into Mystique’s, then back to Tagger’s. “It’s me, you idiot! Magneto is dead. I don’t know where Toad is. I thought he was with you!”
“Oh yeah. I went to take a wiz and he was gone. Don’t know what happened.” Mystique was not too pleased to here this. Toad had abandoned them, sniveling little coward! “OK. Let’s go find Toad and Sabertooth and that man who killed everyone.”
Spock came to the entrance of a large, stinking cave. It smelled like feet. Go in, Spock. I am with you. “Yes master!” Spock skipped inside the cave, whistling the Battle Hymn of the Republic, ready to face whatever came his way.
If he could rip apart that giant man beast, he could rip anyone up.
“Do you see that, Fett?”
Fett nodded his head. “Yes. That was him, going in that cave. Ready?”
Logan extended his claws. With an affirmative nod, they made their way to the cave that Spock had just gone into. It was almost too dark to see. For a regular human it would be, but Logan had his keen eyesight. Fett also was no ordinary human. His helmet had a night vision frequency, plus his Sith sense.
The cave was very dark, and it stunk. Fett filtered out the olfactory obscenity with a push of a button. For the Wolverine, it wasn’t so easy. He had no choice but to smell. At least he didn’t lose the scent of their quarry. “Smells like butt in here,” noted Logan. Fett had to agree. He mentioned that it smelled more like bantha dung. Logan nodded, not knowing what a bantha was, but he assumed that it was a big, hairy, ugly beast.
Logan pointed to the right, where there were two tunnels. Both tunnels held the scent. Groaning, Logan told Fett that both tunnels were a possibility. Fett went into the right, Logan to the left.
Logan was on edge, walking slowly, his eyes scanning every bit of the darkness in front of him. The air grew danker as he went deeper into the cave. The dark grew thicker. He felt as if he could slice away the dark with his steel claws. He walked for a long time. Was it an hour? Two? Three? Logan didn’t know. He also didn’t know what hit him. He only caught a whiff of the indescribably evil scent before he lost consciousness. It was a scent that he didn’t recognize.
Boba Fett fared as well as his mutant ally. His rifle in hand, he crept down the tunnel, noticing that the incline descended gradually. Up ahead, he saw a shadow move, and he raised his gun, ready to fire. His audio sensor picked up a barley audible noise. It almost sounded like a chuckle. Fett decided he had nothing to lose at the moment, so he lifted his rifle and fired at the sound. The sound was replaced by a growl. Fett fired repeatedly, hoping he was hitting something.
The world went black.
Spock dragged the unconscious form of Boba Fett to where Logan’s was. Stripping him of all weapons, he put him in a cage next to Logan was held. The bars were made from a material not known to his world, nor was it known to the galaxy where Fett hailed from, nor Logan’s universe. It was some type of metal, apparently dozens of times stronger then the adamantine that covered the mutant’s skeleton. Logan had tried several times to cut through the bars, but to no avail. He actually put a few scratches in his claws.
Fett awoke just as Spock locked the cage. “You didn’t kill us.” It was clearly not a question.
“No, Boba Fett, I didn’t kill you. I am the Great Spock from Vulcan, formerly of the United Federation of Planets. My mentor was killed by the beast known as Sabertooth, so I killed him in return. Now I must fulfill my new mentor’s wishes.” Spock reached into his robe and pulled out a black triangle.
“What is that?”
“Why, it is the Obsidian Triangle, my good enemy. My master exists in this dimension on a level that prevents him from physically touching anything, but he managed to touch my mind. He led me here, were I can bring him into the physical realm. Then, he may leave this place and rule all of our worlds. I will be his favorite.”
Logan growled. “You’ll be his butt puppet.”
Spock threw a paper airplane at Logan. “Shut up, wolf boy!”
A voice boomed from the very air around them. “I am Belial, the Fallen One from Above! I was banished here when the Yahweh cast me here. I discovered the Obsidian Triangle, once one of the objects that held the wisdom of the cosmos. I will now use Spock to enter your worlds, and rule you like you should be. Pitiful vermin.”
“Shove it bub,” Wolverine scowled. “I’ll take that triangle and cram it up your…” Spock leaped towards his cage and slapped him, warning him not to speak that way to the Master.
The voice continued. “Now, Spock, take the Triangle, and hold it above your head.” Spock obeyed. “Now, open your mind, release the power!” The triangle began to glow, changing from black to white, a near blinding light emerging. A form began to take shape in front of the light. The shape of a man, with the head of two beasts upon his shoulders. “Yes, Spock! Free me from this prison!” The light shut off as blaster fire filled the cavern. Mystique and her stormtroopers filed in the cavern, firing at Spock.
Mystique took her regular blue shape and fired at the locks on the cages. They were made of a less stern stuff and the cages opened, freeing Logan and Boba Fett. Logan knew the loss she suffered, much like his loss of Jean and the rest. He gave her a quick pat on the shoulder and looked her directly in the eye. A second of companionship passed between them, and they broke it off, joining the fight. Logan grabbed a rifle from a dead trooper and held it in one hand firing, as he slashed away with his other hand’s claws.
Spock was still holding the Obsidian Triangle, attempting to free his master. The doorway was almost opened again, when an unexpected friend joined in the fray.
The hybrid of Dr. Leonard McCoy and Dr. Henry McCoy. The Super Beast. He tore through the cavern, ripping up stormtroopers as he did so. He went directly for Spock, and the Triangle was thrown to the floor. The two wrestled around, ripping each other open, blood flowing to the ground. Spock’s green blood mixed with the strange red-black ichor that spewed from the Super Beast.
Fett raised his rifle towards the two fighters, planning on taking them both out. Sensing this, Super Beast leapt towards Fett, taking blaster shots in the chest and neck without being phased. He ripped Fett’s stomach open. Fett still had his armor on, but it made no difference. He lay on the floor, too weak to move. Super Beast leaped back into the fray, taking Mystique’s head off as he landed back on Spock.
An idea popped into Fett’s mind. Perhaps it was his Sith power helping him. He found the strength to crawl and headed to the Obsidian Triangle. He placed his hand on it, focusing his attention on the object, willing it to open, but not the gate to bring Belial into the physical world. He managed to will open a tear in the fabric of space and time. Then two other tears opened. Light shone from the tears, blinding everyone inside.
Fett was in Slave 1, watching the Imperial Star Destroyer firing on a rebel ship. He sat back and decided to watch the show. He had blanked out for a few seconds, but that was all. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Shaking his head, he pushed the weird feeling out of his mind. It was a feeling that something extraordinary occurred, but he was sure it was just being in space for too long today. He put in coordinates for Coruscant. He had a date with Mara Jade tonight and didn’t want to be late.
Mr. Scott piloted the small shuttle to the Enterprise. All the men looked at each other strangely for a second, but then the feeling of awkwardness passed. They soon returned to their duties aboard the flagship of the Federation.
The BlackBird met with Magneto’s jet, and the X-Men once again fought their nemesis, preventing him from starting his war against humanity.
In the cavern of the Obsidian Triangle, Belial was trapped within a pebble on the cave floor, the Triangle laying in two million shattered pieces on the ground.