A suspicious
new arrival is now in the Toy Factory. Who is he? If you want to know the
answer to this question, you will have to read the 15th
one-and-half-sized Christmas Eve Special instalment to Star Wars: Chronicles of Christmas! Just to catch you up, here’s
what happened in yesterday’s episode:
SANTOR: Wakey, wakey, little Force user.
SANTOR: I call it the Electro!
FANDOM: My master never told me.
SANTOR: Your fault, child.
SANTOR: I call it the Armageddon. You’ll like the company.
UNKNOWN: I’m back.
Now, if you
like what you just read, how about you read the 15th part:
Weapons
Master’s Toy Factory, Polle I, 17 BBY
“Who are you?” Santor lifted himself up from
the ground that he had been pushed onto, and stared at this man in awe.
“Master!” Fandom shouted when he saw the figure appear. “I thought that the
child was the only one alive....” “Not for long.” Saidgge lifted his right arm
and twisted it around, which released Fandom from Santor’s Electro. “You know
why I call them Elves? They follow my orders! Attack!” All the rest of the
people in the room each picked up blasters and aimed directly at Fandom and
Saidgge, blaster mode set to rapid fire. “Don’t let any of them live!” Saidgge
pulled out his lightsaber from his waist and began to deflect the Elves’
blasts. Watching the scene in horror, Santor stood up and ran for the exit
behind him. “Master, over here!” Fandom demanded. The Sith’s Master chucked his
lightsaber at his apprentice, who threw the weapon at the exit, killing some
Elves in the process. The lightsaber then levitated itself back to Fandom,
almost like a boomerang, who threw it back to its owner. The lightsaber’s slice
had corroded the door’s holopanel systems, which made the door unable to open.
“Blast!” Santor mumbled to himself. He thought about what he had just said, and
then he had an idea. Picking up one of the Armageddon bazookas from one of his
weapons displays, he aimed at the door, and with one blast, the melting heat
burnt through the steel door. “Fandom,” Darth Saidgge whispered, “it’s the
moment you’ve been waiting for.” “Yes!” Fandom ran towards his master, who,
using his expertise skills with the Force, launched him towards the roof. As he
reached the top of the building, Fandom looked down at the Elves and unleashed
his greatest power ever, electrocuting and killing all of them with his sheer
power. Falling from the sky, Fandom was caught by his master. “Quickly, we’ve
got to get Santor!” The two Sith ran after Santor’s silhouette, and when they
finally reached him, he dropped his gun. “Ho ho ho! If you think that you have
stopped me, then I think you should have a bet over some Bantha milk about
whether you’ll beat my two bodyguards or not!” Out of the shadows, two
extremely tall and incredibly well-built men appeared. “They are Comet and
Dancer, and you have just met your match!” A door closed in front of Santor,
and he was gone. “Well, tough guys, let’s see what you’re like.” The first man,
Comet, ran towards Fandom, who simply stood there doing absolutely nothing.
About to knock the lights out of Fandom, Comet was halted by Saidgge and then
thrown into the roof. He fell unconsciously to the ground, and was finished off
when the various boxes fell onto his torso. Dancer, the other man, opened the
door and attempted to escape, but was stopped when Fandom pulled the door
closed and sliced Dancer’s head off. “You just jammed the door! How are we
supposed to get Santor now?” Santor, who was now on the roof, leaped into his
2-254 Customized Combat Sleigh. “Rudolf, is the cargo prepared?” “Yes, sir.”
The sleigh began to lift off, and Santor pointed his blaster at Rudolf. “You’ve
been a good friend.” He shot. Hearing the sleigh’s departure, Saidgge screamed,
“He’s getting away!” Santor pulled out some sort of controller, which read Self-Destruct, meaning “Self-Destruct.”
“Goodbye,” he murmured. BOOM! There was a huge explosion. “What was that?”
Fandom asked curiously. Saidgge peeped through one of the windows, and eyed out
the bounty hunter. “Holy....” “What is it?” “Look over here.” Staring out the
window, the two watched the bounty hunter wave at them. “I have a bad feeling
about this....”
The story is
over. Santor is dead, along with all of his operations and scheming alliances.
But that doesn’t mean that the Chronicles
of Telian Aieler are over! Tomorrow, be here for the final instalment, the
epilogue that will define the story and lead into the rest of the everlasting
saga of Telian Aieler, for tomorrow will be the special Christmas Day episode,
which will act as a prelude to Star Wars:
Chronicles of Telian Aieler – The Dark Times! In the meantime, while
Saidgge and I create the PDF Edition of this epic tale of the Star Wars take on Christmas, I will also
carry on writing my Star Wars
fan-fic, along with The Second Imperium
Trilogy and its official companion guide. I have also been thinking about
creating a Marvel Cinematic Universe blog, collecting all sorts of comics,
stories, clips, and various other things, but that’s just an idea. Anyway, if
you want to check out the full story so far (by tomorrow, you’ll be able to
read the entire story), you can explore my Star
Wars Zone (find it via the “Stories” page below the blog’s title and
slogan), and you’ll probably find the story there (unless somebody has hacked
my blog, although I doubt that would happen). Well that’s a wrap for today on
THE SITH ARCHIVES OF DARTH FANDOM!
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