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Hello, people of Game Informer. As soon as I found out about GaMe, I knew it was something I had to do. I had actually come up with this story idea earlier, but I adapted it to fit GaMe #2. In addition to Le Hannibal, I used two other GIO members as characters. Enjoy.
Clone commandos were respected for
their skills and decisiveness in combat.
Only the Jedi were more revered in combat during the great Clone
Wars. However, there were two clone
commandos whose fame rivaled even that of the Jedi Masters they fought beside. As clones, they had no birth name, but each
took a name for themselves that could rally confidence in their allies and
create fear in their enemies. They were
Le Hannibal and Jolt. Their whole lives
they had been friends, but in the end, one fundamental disagreement would tear
them apart. This is not a story of their
many conquests. This is the tale of the
deaths of two legends.
long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
The caves of Andaris glowed from the
luminous crystals that protruded from the walls, ceiling, and floor. Hannibal could see no signs of enemy
occupation, and he relayed that information to Jolt. Jolt, in turn, informed Jedi Master Saint of
this. Saint nodded. “We are one step ahead of our foes.”
Hannibal didn’t understand the Jedi,
but he always respected them. They were
wise, powerful, and tactically sound.
“The massive energy readings are
coming from something a kilometer north,” Jolt stated as he glanced at his
Hannibal, Jolt, and Saint had left
the battalion of clone troopers at the entrance of the caves to guard their
backs. They were alone in this strange
place. Their mission, given by the Jedi
Council, was to find the source of the strange energy readings and scout the
The narrow cave stretched on and on,
until finally opening into a wide cavern.
Situated in the middle was a massive glowing crystal that emanated a red
“I’ve never seen anything like it,”
breathed Saint, while Hannibal and Jolt were breathless. Jolt glanced down at his scanner.
“The energy readings are coming from
this crystal. It’s getting stronger the
closer we are, as if it can sense us.”
“It is alive with the Force,” Saint
Hannibal was completely awestruck by
the crystal. Almost without thinking, he
reached out and touched it. His gloved
finger made contact with the crystal, and immediately the crystal turned
black. Hannibal heard a crack, and the
crystal shattered into millions of shards.
“What did you do?” Saint
yelled. Anguish was evident on his face.
Hannibal drew back. That’s when he noticed the strange glow his
shields were producing. “I’m glowing!”
Jolt stared at his energy scanner,
which was pointed directly at Hannibal. “You
won’t believe this. All the energy that
was coming from the crystal is now coming from you!”
Hannibal stared at his hands in
disbelief. His shields were now
emanating a strange red glow.
“I think he… absorbed… the crystal,”
Saint stammered. “I’ll have to get you
back to the Jedi Temple to be examined.”
That was when Hannibal heard an urgent
beep on his comm unit. This was coming
from his emergency channel, and he was trained to answer it immediately. To his immense surprise, the Supreme
Chancellor himself appeared on his visor.
“It is time,” Palpatine croaked, “execute
A million thoughts rushed
through Hannibal’s mind. Order 66 was
never supposed to be used. It was a
backup, in case of a Jedi uprising. But
there was no uprising! Saint was
entirely innocent here. But he knew what
he was supposed to say. “It will be
Hannibal heard Jolt say the exact
same words, and knew he must do something.
Saint was his friend, he couldn’t kill them. However, from Jolt’s posture, he could tell
that Jolt was intent on following the order through. Hannibal knew he had to act fast.
Seeing Jolt’s wrist move towards his
rifle, Hannibal shot his arm forward and grabbed Jolt’s wrist. With a quick yank of his arm, Jolt was on the
“Run!” Hannibal yelled to
Saint. Jolt wouldn’t stay unconscious
for long. Their suits were specially
designed to keep them active for as long as possible.
Saint’s face was filled with
questions, but he realized that Hannibal was serious. He took off to the entrance of the cave. He would stand a better chance against an
entire battalion of clone troopers than against Jolt.
Hannibal raised his pistol and
pointed it at Jolt. Jolt pushed himself
up, and looked up at Hannibal. “Why?” he
“Saint is our friend! We can’t just kill him!” Hannibal yelled.
“Orders are orders!” Jolt countered. He pulled himself up to his feet. In one smooth motion, he removed a vibroblade
from a sheath and sliced Hannibal’s pistol in half.
Dropping the broken gun, Hannibal
grabbed his own blade. Squaring off,
Hannibal knew Jolt was at least as skilled as he was. This would not be an easy fight.
Jolt lunged at Hannibal, but
Hannibal sidestepped and slapped the blade away. Hannibal took advantage of Jolt’s opening and
sliced, but the glancing blow was easily absorbed by Jolt’s shields. Backing away, Jolt raised his blade to a
defensive position. Hannibal lunged, but
Jolt countered and slashed his blade across Hannibal’s visor. Hannibal’s HUD showed his shields drain, and
the blade left a scratch on his visor.
He was far from finished, though.
Hannibal feinted, and Jolt reacted
exactly how he anticipated. His blade
shot at a target that wasn’t there, and Hannibal used this opportunity to
tackle him to the ground. Jolt reacted
faster than Hannibal had anticipated, and when they hit the ground he felt a
blade pierce his chest.
Even without his HUD, Hannibal knew
the wound was bad. Fatal, without proper
medical treatment. Jolt pushed Hannibal
off of him and pushed himself off the ground.
Seeing Hannibal dying, Jolt readied his blade for a mercy kill. “Goodbye, friend,” he breathed, and a tinge
of sadness radiated from his voice.
As he felt the life drain from his
body, Hannibal heard a voice. It
encourage him, strengthened him. It was
the voice of the crystal, echoing through the Force, giving its power to
Hannibal. In a moment of clarity,
Hannibal knew what he must do.
The energy gathered around Hannibal,
building quickly until it reached a critical point. As Jolt’s blade was about to pierce his
armor, a massive burst of Force energy projected from Hannibal, sending Jolt
flying to the ceiling. A crystal rested
right above him, and his armor provided no resistance as the crystal impaled him.
Hannibal lay on the ground staring
at the mangled corpse of his friend.
Blood dripped from the hole in his armor. It splashed onto Hannibal’s visor as his
vision turned red. When all he could see
was blood, a bright light began to consume his vision as Hannibal became one
with the Force.