漂亮人妻当面被朋友玩弄

Chapter 618 Battle Over Corus...CODEX PLANE (4)

**The entirety of this mini-arc will have "Battle over Coruscant- EPIC FANTASY"? by Mikhail Lesogorov as its soundtrack, so grab it from the discord and set it on loop for the best experience.**

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With his ship synchronized and locked in place onto the hyperspace transport ring, Brance pushed his throttles forward and soon caught up to Ill-Cyn as they began picking up speed rapidly.

"GS-Squadron, move out," Brance uttered as he slowly pushed his throttles forward. Strangely enough, unlike when he had the sticks in their original position, the two seemed only able to move in sync, thus keeping both Ion engines at the same output.

"Copy that Gold-Leader, GS-Squadron, making the jump to hyper speed and preparing to enter hyperspace." The gruff and oddly familiar voice of GS-7 came through the single headphone snuggly fixed on Brance's ear, making him look back and spot the person flying at the head of the formation behind them.

Raising an eyebrow out of curiosity, he noticed that the man, calling himself GS-7, resembled one of the clones from episodes 2 and 3 of the movie franchise.

'Sheesh, I even accidentally manifested the clone army….' Unfortunately, Brance's thoughts were cut off by the annoying chirping of Ill-Cyn.

"HA! Told you, Brancie," the terminology used by GS-7 didn't escape Ill-Cyn, and he was quick to tease Brance.

'Gonna mute him if he doesn't shut the fuck up soon.' Brance complained in his head, earning another fit of giggles from Tobs.

-Hey now, he's a literal figment of your imagination; you were the one who made him like that.-

Spinning her droid head around a full 1080 degrees, Tobs chided, causing Brance to snort as he monitored his heads-up display.

'Yeah, yeah, I know, but that doesn't make him any more tolerable; plus, as much as I am bitching, it kinda relaxes me seeing Illusionary Cynrik acting in a manner befitting the real one.' He responded while continuing to increase his speed.

"Alright, we are approaching the speed necessary, Brancie; once we hit 5000 mph, we need to slam the throttles forward; that will trigger the shift to hyperspeed, be prepared for some G-force; I have no idea how bad it will be so ready yourself."

"OH, one last thing, put on your helmet, and adjust the little nobby on your harnesses; that will keep the forces weighing you down at a manageable level." Adding the last bit in, Ill-Cyn smirked and quickly leaned forward, did something in his cockpit, and pulled out a specially designed helmet resembling an expensive motorcycle helmet.

"HUH!" With an edge of panic in his voice, Brance frantically started twisting the small nobs on his racing-style belt harnesses, which were securely fastened over his shoulders and around his waist.

Then, leaning forward, he reached back and found a small lever that reclined his seat enough to pull out a similar helmet.

'What the fuck, Tobs? I don't remember any shit like this in SW!' Brance complained as he hooked up a small tube from his left and right shoulder harnesses to the sides of the helmet before shoving it onto his head.

-Don't ask me, Brancie; everything came from your brain, and if Ill-Cyn does something specific, it comes directly from your imagination; just know that right now, your Mana has already entered the Governess's Mana Circuits.-

-This lightspeed tunnel, or whatever you call it, directly represents those Circuits and Veins, and your themed travel represents your HolyFire and Light Manas.

R2-Tobsie shook in her droid seat and had no honest answer for Brance's question. She, too, felt it was strange that Ill-Cyn was acting unexpectedly and not according to Brance's seemingly pre-written script, but she couldn't figure out why.

"GS-Squadron, On my mark, activate your HS engines, and make the jump." Slightly nervous and looking over at Ill-Cyn, who was holding up the fingers on his right hand for a countdown, Brance nervously spoke while clutching his throttles and doing his best to match his illusionary brother's.

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When Ill-Cyn hit Zero on his finger countdown, he made a knife hand and pointed forward, indicating it was go time.

"NOW!" Brance shouted as he jammed both throttles all the way forward. The instant he did so, Brance was thrust back in his seat as the grey hexagonal tunnel appeared to stretch and twist around him visibly.

"HELL FUCKING YEAH, LETS GOOOO BABYYY!!! I FEEL THE NEEED….THE NEED FOR SPEED!" Again Ill-Cyn made another movie quote as he excitedly flew faster and faster; however, Brance wasn't nearly as excited, and instead, he could feel the sweat trickling down the back of his neck.

His eyes were wide open, trying to decipher the crazy sights he was witnessing. The once firm and metallic walls seemed to liquefy all around him, and soon, Brance noticed strange flashes of white light, until finally, after a few seconds, the world around him rapidly changed and was replaced by an unknown swirling blue shadowy realm, one he had seen hundreds of times in SW.

At the end of the mysterious blue swirling tunnel was a bright ball of white light, but no matter how long Brance stared at it, the ball didn't appear to get any closer.

Feeling mesmerized by the sight of the hyperspace dimension, Brance nearly forgot to set his ship's autopilot. Thankfully, Ill-Cyn was present and doing the standard, weird shit only Cynrik could pull off without shame.

"KKKRRSSST, This is BR-1 SPEAKING! We have reached our cruising speed of 23,000 MPH and have completed our jump into the hyperspace dimension; remember to leave your throttles set to maximum, and most importantly, enjoy the ride!"

Between Ill-Cyn's giddy tone, and the outrageous antics he was performing, Brance was pulled out of his thoughts, and he swiftly flipped the switch near his right wrist, which engaged the ship's autopilot before relaxing his body.

Strangely enough, when they jumped into hyperspace, the acceleration of his ship no longer affected his body, and he could temporarily relax without any pressure weighing him down physically.

Brance's eyes slowly drifted around his cockpit window as he took in the mesmerizing sights he had only seen on TV or movie screens before finally resting on the slightly larger metal ring his ship was fitted into.

On either side of the ring were a total of 4 massive thruster engines and two smaller ones for six that he knew to be hyperdrive engines.

'Sigh, it's a good thing this is all in my head, 'cause if not, I'd be shitting bricks right now. Like, I get that flying a ship in space is cool and all, but I would rather not be hurtling through the void strapped into a tin can like this in real life.'

For what seemed like an eternity, Brance tried to calm his rapidly beating heart until his autopilot finally beeped several times, indicating they were about to arrive at their destination.

"Gs-Squadron, be prepared for battle; get ready for evasive maneuvers when we drop out of hyperspace." Looking over at his illusionary brother, Brance nodded and took off his helmet before stowing it back in its spot behind his chair and readied himself.

"Let's do this shit, Brancie," Ill-Cyn said with a chuckle.

"Dropping out of hyperspace…NOW!" Brance replied anxiously.

All of a sudden, the blue realm disappeared, and a startling sight greeted the brothers, hundreds of thousands of different colored ships were amidst a large-scale battle; however their attention was locked onto something neither would have ever expected, causing them to scream aloud, with Ill-Cyn over the moon, and Brance horrified.

"Holy…HOLY FUCK IS THAT THE GOD DAMN DEATHSTAR!!!" Ill-Cyn and Brance screamed in unison as the hulking behemoth of a metallic planetary weapon came into view.

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