Multiverse Part 3: Collision Of Three Worlds

Chapter 1: Familiar Territory, Unfamiliar Planet

Yamcha woke up with a start. "Gah! What happened?" He slowed down his breathing and looked around, then sighed. "Oh, boy." It was nighttime. Yamcha looked down at himself. He was still wearing his Turtle School uniform- at least there was that. His traveling capsules were still with him. Then, Yamcha realized something. This planet... I saw this in my dream. Yamcha shivered. That had not been a pleasant night for him. "Well, I might as well just walk and see where it gets me." he said to himself. And so, the former bandit began to walk through the seemingly endless desert. 

An hour passed before the noises reached Yamcha. He began to hear faint sounds- the sounds of shouting, the light patting of feet against sand, the clank of metal, the sound of mechanical doors sliding open, and noises of people in a rush in general. Yamcha ran towards the noises quickly, though he noticed that he couldn't run nearly as fast as normal. Just great- looks like my strength has been reduced, too... Yamcha sighed as he sprinted up to a sand dune, and once he reached the dune, he slowed down and slowly climbed up, peeking over the top of the dune. What he saw surprised him.

People rushed about, grabbing guns and explosives, and Yamcha suddenly heard a whining noise. He looked towards where the noise was coming from, and his eyes widened. Several strange-looking spaceships descended towards the village, and Yamcha quickly ducked back behind the dune, breathing quickly. He began to silently question the situation. What the heck is going on here?! I have no idea where I am or what's going on! He peeked back over the dune, just in time to witness the ships land and open their front hatches. From each ship, scores of soldiers in white armor rushed out, attacking the villagers. 

Although the villagers fought back, the soldiers in white overwhelmed them relatively easily. Yamcha then heard engines hum and then roar to life, and he looked over at what looked like a spaceship that was designed for fighting. Two soldiers also noticed the ship rising up, and they quickly damaged it. However, the ship then shot them with a rotating... was that a laser cannon? Yamcha blinked. Is this a science fiction fever dream? Someone hopped out of the ship alongside a small, round robot. The man inserted something into the robot, told it something, and then the little robot rolled off. Yamcha heard the roar of more engines, and then he whirled to face the approaching ship. 

Yamcha watched as a large shuttle-like ship landed at the village, and out came two more soldiers in the white armor. Then, a new figure entered the scene- someone wearing a strange mask, clothed in black robes. There was a cylinder with two small vents, one on each side, attached to his belt. A few soldiers dragged an old man up to the new arrival, then held him down. The man in black robes walked up with purpose. "Look how old you've become." The old man retorted with: "Something far worse has happened to you." "You know what I've come for." the robed man said. "I know where you come from. Before you called yourself 'Kylo Ren'." "The map to Skywalker. We know you've found it." Yamcha ducked back behind the dune. Skywalker? Who is... He faltered. The men were continuing their talk. 

Yamcha began to listen again. "And now you're going to give it to the First Order." "The First Order rose from the Dark Side. You did not." The man in the mask snarled. "I'll show you the Dark Side." The old man's eyes narrowed. "You may try. But you cannot deny the truth that is your family." The masked figure seemed to pause, and when he spoke again, his tone had lightened. "You're so right." Suddenly, he threw his hand back, and the cylinder flew into it. Then, a crackling, fiery red blade sprang to life from the cylinder, and two dagger-shaped, smaller blades burst out from the two side vents. The man, Kylo Ren, as the older person had called him, raised the weapon higher- and Yamcha realized what he was about to do. Time seemed to slow down. Yamcha reached over his back to grab the hilt of his sword.

Yamcha grabbed his sword and unsheathed it in a flash, leaping over the dune while doing so. He charged forward, shouting: "No!" Kylo Ren looked over in mid-swing, surprised, and Yamcha took a gamble. He hurled his sword towards Kylo Ren's weapon, but before it got within a foot, the masked would-be murderer held out his hand, stopping the sword in midair and freezing Yamcha in place against his will. Yamcha clenched his teeth, straining as hard as he could, but he simply couldn't move. Kylo Ren raised his weapon again, and this time, the old man couldn't be saved. Suddenly, the man who had spoken to his robot earlier leaped out and shot a laser at Kylo Ren, but Kylo Ren just pulled another flash-freeze move. Then, some soldiers grabbed Yamcha and dragged both him and the man with the laser gun aboard, and Yamcha felt the ship take off. He stayed silent, a grim expression on his face, and there was a sinking feeling in his stomach. And despite what had just happened, Yamcha had a feeling that his day was about to get a lot worse.