Kuat Drive Yards

*Crystaall only watched Jud and, what seemed to be his friend, speak as she set up her helmet's systems and fiddled with her pistols. She preferred to stay silent and prepared for the coming attack, and she only agreed with Jud in her head at the mention of taking the obvious route. There were many places to guard, but the entrance would be wisest. The man Jud talked to was supposedly a Jedi and Crystaall only smiled at him behind her black visor, knowing he wouldn't be able to see it. She holstered her pistols and gave the man a two finger salute in her maroon armor and then went back to focusing herself as the two talked. The only one she was here for was to this planet, knowing that winning this battle could be a strike at the Mandolorian's offensive attacks. The battle raged on outside the station, but she wanted them to come here and try for the generator they were guarding. She wanted a fight, but she wouldn't get cocky when the time arose to bring her game. Focus is always the key in battle, but the lock will always change.*

I am sorry Admiral, we are out of position and covering ships in atmosphere. Until they return I'm afraid you are on your own.

Admiral Jethroe Staton listened to Holland's words sound over his chair's comm speaker, glancing at the battle field display as he did so. The man was right, the remaining vessels under Taung H'rel's command were indeed out of range, and struggling to guarantee their own survival. The curvature of the planet would not bring them into range of one another soon enough to render aid. Admiral Holland's forces were located just within the planet's atmosphere, south of the equator. The Basterd's Hand was positioned as close to the inner ring of the shipyard shields as it could safely be, though the pair of approaching Dark Tide battle groups were just entering firing range. Four of their vessels were located below the Hand's plane, approaching from the front and slightly to port. The remaining four vessels were approaching rearward, though from a higher plane.
The bulk of the station had remained between the two opposing forces long enough to mask the Dark Tide's approach, giving Staton little time to react to their initial attack. Thankfully their LAAT gunships had already nestled themselves safely within the Hand's main hangar bay. Staton's missile response had been effectively neutralized, and the Hand was only in position to place effective fire on the vessels approaching from ahead. Staton had considered what his options would be if trapped between a rock and a hard place, and he felt the best he could do was maximize the survival of his crew and their accompanying forces. The only advantage remaining in his favor was the fact that their vessel had already begun to slip from the firing vectors of the Dark Tide's planetary turbolasers, though the lurking battle groups flying under the Weeping Angel presented a powerful threat.
Staton relayed his orders via spoken word and a single text-based transmission, "Initiate Evacuation Procedure 5.23-A," then replied calmly to Admiral Holland over their secured channel. Don't worry about our location, Admiral...We'll come to you. Take note, I'll be towing Star Destroyers. Staton silently sent the other Admiral his best wishes. Suddenly, many things began to happen all at once.

In response to the Dark Tide battle groups' arrival, the Basterd's Hand had begun to cut hard to starboard, its bow dipping sharply toward the planet's equator, the glare of its engine units growing exponentially. The GALSAF Star Destroyer rolled enough to its port side to maintain open firing opportunities at the Weeping Angel and its escort vessels. The Hand's forward port side Phylon Q7 tractor beam projectors latched onto the shipyard structure. The vastly undersized Star Destroyer was further propelled by the tactic, pushing the vessel more rapidly in its intended direction than it would otherwise have been under engine power alone.
The Hand's primary reactor core provided full strength to every portion of the vessel's shields, not hindered by a need to simultaneously provide such power to the vessel's weapon systems due to the dedicated weapons reactor mounted towards the bow of the vessel. The interior lighting of the Basterd's Hand was quickly shut down, replaced by the dimmer red emergency panels. This resulted in a minimal reduction of the Hand's visibility as the brighter lighting that could normally be seen from some distance flickered and died. The shields themselves were drawn inward, lessening the amount of power required to maintain their strength, though this would allow an increased amount of enemy missile blast damage to rock the vessel's structure. The triple-redundant shielding had failed utterly in protecting the Hardpoint from the terrible strength of the Kuati's planetary turbolasers, though the Imperial-II was not faced with such dangers.
Suddenly, the Hand's bow reactor core released the entirety of its stored power reserved solely for the Long-Range Turbolasers, sending an intense stream of continuous fire just forward of the port-aft section of the Weeping Angel's structure, where their recently launched missiles had impacted. Simultaneously, four of the Imperial-II's eight turreted missile launchers rotated out their assault concussion missile loads for baradium missiles. The eight launchers sent a continuous payload towards the Weeping Angle, targeting the same areas of the enemy ship and firing as fast as their autoloading mechanisms would allow. Approximately one missile every three seconds would arrive at its target as long as the Weeping Angel remained in range, amounting to a total of nearly two-hundred and eighty missiles over the next minute and a half.
The Imperial-II Star Destroyer's remaining weapons unleashed on the Weeping Angel's dorsal port side, just forward of the vessel's aft section, where the most critical damage could be done. The six of the vessel's eight DBY-927 Heavy Dual turbolaser cannons that were able to target the vessel did so, launching full-powered blasts of offset turbolaser bolts. The Hand's twenty ion cannons fired using the same targeting solutions as the DBY-927's; their attacks were followed by the inclusion of thirty of the fifty remaining Heavy Turbolaser batteries arrayed about the vessel.
As these weapons were the height of the Imperial-II's fighting strength, the remaining lighter turbolaser batteries refrained from firing, allowing the vessel's weapon reactor core to focus the entirety of its productive power into breaking the Weeping Angel into pieces.

These maneuvers began to draw the Basterd's Hand below the enemies' rearward plane of fire, as well as bring the shipyard's shield perimeter back into a portion of their field of fire. Surely the Dark Tide vessels would undoubtedly reorient themselves to account for this. The only clear positive effect it had was to allow the Hand to avoid small handfuls of the enemies' first fires. Turbolaser bolts streaked passed the Imperial-II's dorsal structure, others slipped across the nose. The damage-causing capabilities of three of the enemies' Victory-II Star Destroyers was reduced significantly as they had diverted their fires towards the previous volley of assault concussion missiles. The relief was short-lived however, as they were already reorienting their weaponry back towards the evasive Hand, though their second assault was somewhat less accurate as a result.
Although the Hand's flight path had been predictable when the first shots were launched, secondary volleys of fire would require redrawn targeting solutions in order to be accurate. Of course, it wasn't as if the Dark Tide battle group's primary attack wasn't accurate enough. The Weeping Angel's escorts expressed their fire ahead of the Hand's original trajectory, the bulk of their energy cut through empty space. Even so, scores of turbolaser bolts struck the Hand's forward ventral shields. The assault caused them to flare with blue-green discharge as the energy was absorbed and subsequently replaced by the sector's shields. The fires of the remaining Victory-II Star Destroyers struck their target for the most part, though the combination of their dispersed fire patterns and the redundant shielding of the Basterd's Hand allowed the vessel to absorb a large quantity of the energy.
The most effective fires came from the heavy quad cannons of the enemy battleship and the weapon systems of the attacking Nebula Destroyer. Their energies struck in various locations, augmented by the streams of ion cannon fire nipping at the Basterd's shields. A small handful of the heavy quad bolts managed to penetrate after their power was reduced by the shielding, striking the heavily armored ventral section forward of the Hand's superstructure. The majority of their remaining strength rent portions of the outer dura-armor hull plating, causing disruptions in those areas of some of the vessel's secondary systems. Interior lights flickered and died out, leaving hallways dark as low-powered emergency lighting was shut down. Gravity control systems across those upper decks likewise suffered; their power would remain in moderate fluctuation until the damage to the systems was repaired. Thankfully those decks did not contain mission-critical crew stations. The Hand's crews began reorienting shielding strength from the non-targeted sections of the vessel to replace the power lost by the damage of the enemy's heavy quad cannons.

As missiles streaked towards the Basterd's Hand, vacuum-effective countermeasures dispersed along the Star Destroyer's structure and weapons emplacements began to activate. These countermeasures came in several forms, primarily that of the sudden firing of the previously silent but still-tracking lighter turbolaser batteries, which began to strike enemy missiles from the space between them. Other countermeasures were more subtle; electronic jamming systems flooded the space around the Hand with diverging signals, confusing handfuls of missiles and sending them off target to detonate or simply drift into the grasp of the planet's gravity. Missiles that strayed too close to the Imperial-II's weapon emplacements were intercepted by projectile-based charges built into the turrets and batteries themselves, destroying enemy missiles at closer range, though these measures were less effective than the others. All in all, these countermeasures helped to disperse the amount of damage the shields were forced to absorb, as they would receive mostly residual blast damage from the misdirected or early detonation of the enemy's ordnance. Only two of the original volley of missiles were successful in striking the Basterd's Hand. These missiles managed to detonate against the Imperial-II's bow shields, stripping them down to a weakened layer of strength at half power. As a result, scores of lesser turbolaser bolts, primarily from the three forward Victory-II Star Destroyers, managed to leave the Hand's outer hull with dozens of black scars, reducing the effectiveness of the affected armor sections.

On board, Evacuation Procedure 5.23-A had already been initiated by Staton's orders. Automated systems prepared escape pods for acceptance of passengers and readied a variety of other systems for execution of the procedure. The vessel's Commandos were already working to secure vehicles and vessels that remained throughout the Star Destroyer's two hangar bays. Mag-locked boots allowed the crew and soldiers to lock down speeders, starfighters and gunships to prevent them from being tossed about the interior of the Basterd's Hand.
Non-critical crew members, or those not engaged in procedural tasks, secured themselves at their nearest emergency holding areas. As their home vessel shook around them, many wondered briefly how long they might survive, until more important considerations distracted their minds.

Jan 22, 2014 19:53:40 GMT -8 Taung H'rel said:

Onboard KDY Nearing Section 3 Military Space Station

Team Two reached the border between Section 11 and Section 3 and immediately moved towards a droid access tunnel and started cutting their way in, they didnt have droid access codes and didnt feel like trying to hack the system.

Team Three simply confronted the blast doors and set a thermal grenade at its base, activating it and retreating as the grenade quickly started pouring thousands of degrees of heat heating the metal around it to a dull red color. When the grenade had burned itself out, another grenade was tossed in. The effect this had was to begin heating the door itself, but more importantly melted the floor in front of it, and below it...

Team Four planned on using their maglev train as their breaching implement. They stuck shaped charges to the front interior of the train and overrode the controls and the automatic safety brake systems.  As the train hurdled along faster and faster the commandos simply stepped off the back of the train using their jet packs to drift safely to the ground and into cover, watching the train slam into its individual blast door, the shaped charges leading the way.

Team Five was the one that had chosen to go outside the station and move along under the shields, borrowing a worker skiff, they simply sat back and watched the light show of the orbital battle as the skiff continued to travel towards their destination.

Team Six was the last team and had chosen to take a circuitous route, they were still moving towards the inner section of the Drive Yards ring, the section that is closest to the planet, and planned on finding a ground vehicle on the drive yards and traveling that way. They still had some distance to go.

Within Section #3...

Jud waited for something witty from the Jedi, but as he did the air stiffened, and the slightest of preliminary chills went up the Sith's spine. Within milliseconds Alpha's emblem in Jud's HUB blinked rapidly, then settled to an ebbing red. It was followed by two echoing thunder claps from the Northern end of the yards. Alpha's squad was engaged, and the fight seemed ferrous. 

Jud's attention almost went completely towards the North. Only the wisdom of years kept the Old Sith's mind open enough to where he was at the present, that he felt it. Felt the potential energy careening directly towards them. "Incoming!" The Sith managed as the Southern door was blown asunder. The impact vaporized the meglev and turned the meter thick blast-door into a shower of molten slag. Taking one^*1 of the two HK-Js at the door out with the blast. The remaining HK-J sustained considerable damage to its armored housing, as it was flung back several meters due to the impact and concussion. Though it was still functional enough to fire it's remaining weapons the HK-J had difficulty righting itself up. It would take precious seconds to regain it's composure^*2. The Droideka Mk.II shrugged off the blast, it's shields considerably more durable than anything that the HK-Js had,^*3before the smoke even parted the Droideka's armaments were releasing a constant stream of blaster and ion fire into the breach. The Droideka's fire was added to by Beta's T-21, and his remaining two HK-J's perched positions above them with their DC-15A blaster rifles. Whatever Mandalorian force was trying to gain access through the ruined blast-door was bound to be chewed to pieces... at least, at first. 

Jud stood up from his crouched position, his Force-inkling allowed him just the infinitesimal amount of time to throw himself and Mike to the ground, buffeting the worst of the concussion from behind a Force barrier. "Crystaall!" Jud called out over his vox. "Make sure they don't bite our arses! Stay with the Troopers, and guard those generators." It was a curt and straightforward order, not a suggestion. If the young Jensaarai was as green as she had led the Old Sith to believe. She'd be better off the front line, well, if the term "front line" could even be used in this type of combat situation. Jud had known that they were going to be hit from multiple sides - that was a given... Still, he knew that there was more than two ways to skin a nexu. They would find other means of entering this space, and the defenders couldn't find themselves clumped together or spread too thin.

"Frantz..." Jud started as he stepped past the Jedi who was still closer to the ground. "Take yourself to the Northern entrance, as soon as you find your legs. I'll hold them here." Jud finished with a nod of respect to the Jedi. "May the Force guide us... and the Whills see fit to spare us from these dogs."

With his prayer said Jud strode ever closer towards the South entrance, the sound of his droids firing into the bay beyond the breach bringing a smile to the Old Sith's face. "Come now, dogs of war..." Jud said under his breath, his hands twitching in anticipation for the slaughter ahead.        

The first thunder clap issued from the other side of the sealed blast-door, bringing Alpha and his squad to a combat alertness only a trained and programmed killing machine could have. It took several minutes for the flooring to start to smolder and slop away from under the door. The use of a thermal devise making short work of the weak decking, instead of the Mandalorian's trying to cut their way through the actual meter thick mag-sealed blast-door. If Alpha could acknowledge anything such as respect for the enemy, he may have at that moment. Instead the HK-J made several hand gestures, and in unison the squad backed away from the expanding slag. As they did this a second charge was thrown into the molten maw. They'd be coming through soon. Alpha and his squad hunkered down several meters from the expanding super-heated metal and waited for signs of entry.       
 
Legend
MD - movement dice; a dice with two "bull's eye" markers on two of six sides. the remainder have directional arrows used for seeing is artillary hits, or drifts from it's intended location. I'm using it for anything big enough to be considered an artillery/ordnance strike. (ie our meglev bomb)
+ = "bull's eye" on MD roll

1: D20 roll: fail: 3... D6/MD: 6/+ = direct hit on CPU/crit hit, no save. ie droid took it straight to the dome, completely obliterated.
2: D20 roll: pass: 10... D6/MD: 1/+ = direct hit, but not crit... HK-J has no shields, movement -80%. 
3: D20 roll: Crit pass: 19... D6/MD: 1/na = no damage, shields 100%, weapons 100%.

*She had little time to react, but Crystaall managed to avoid most of the blast as she hit the ground. Jud's droids were struck hard, but most withstood the damage and began to fire upon the invading force of Mandolorians. The blast stunned her ears for a momment, only barely hearing her name amongst the ringing and blaster fire. Jud wanted her to cover the back and guard the generators. She had hoped to fight head-on, but she knew it wouldn't be smart and she assumed Jud had understood that. She quickly got up and nodded to the Old Sith and made her way to the other troops to guard the generators farther back. She ignited one of her purple blades, deflecting a single stray blaster bolt that made its way through as she soon took the position asigned to her. She ignited the other blade and stood firm with the troops meant to guard the generator. She wouldn't let anything past her, even if she was a bit rusty.*

*Crystaall tried to think as the fighting began to erupt everywhere else but their position and grunted as the Sargent began to annoy her with his impatience. She settled on a single plan and only patted Sargent Mykar on the shoulder.*

"We are going to need a defensive perimeter that is able to cover any and all entrances. Any troops that need to fall back will report to you for permission of doing so. Now how this defensive perimeter is set up I leave to you, since I am currently unfamiliar with the schematics of this station. Any squad that can hold its ground against the Mandolorians will stay put unless they need to fall back due to casualties or overwhelming numbers. We also need snipers to take fire closer to the generators. These snipers will take 'pot-shots' only and must be on their guard at all times. I will stand with the main defense and try to hold it as best I can. But where that main line is, is your choice. Understood?"

*Crystaall ignited one of her lightsabers and then moved to a position where she stood in front of Sgt. Mykar's way. He could probably see the anger in her face pretty easily with her flush red cheeks. She proceeded to point her saber at Mykar directly.*

"Do you honestly believe you are going to defeat soldiers that can outnumber you 20 to 1? Skilled in battle or not, the enemy is Mandolorian. Charging them is like trying to take on a pack of Tusken Raiders with your bare fist. But if you insist on going to you grave, I won't stop you. I am no longer obligated to save another's life. Because when you do need the help from someone who's not a soldier, I might not be here."

*After her speech that she knew was practically pointless to these men, she disabled the blade and gave Mykar her middle finger in retaliation for his stupid decision. She then walked off to the nearest wall and propped herself up against it and close her eyes, trying to find the enemy's location through the Force as she expected Mykar to storm off like an incompetent fool.*

Team Three at the Northern Blast Doors.
The first commando stepped gingerly onto some of the still ticking metal and flung another grenade up into the corridor beyond, towards its expected defenders. The grenade suddenly spewed a fog into the air as the commando stepped back and turned away as the fuel air grenade detonated, sending a powerful shockwave of prolonged overpressure. The shockwave was strong enough that it pitched the commando with his back turned forwards across the decking,even through the hole.

Team Four
The six team members standing away from the hole blown through the doorway by the maglev train watched the impressive display of firepower. Two commandos each started up one of their spotter/recon droids that quickly floated up to the ceiling and poked their antennae into the opening, capturing images and readings of what lay on the other side, and broadcasting them back to the six Taung Commandos. A quick consultation resulted in the squad leader outlining a plan.  Three commandos pulled grenades and tossed them into the room, the grenades quickly spewing a cloud of fog, but this wasnt regular fog.  The troops quickly stepped into the opening, their shields on full and their cloaking systems still active for the moment, putting a strain on their built up energy reserves for the time being as they stepped into the line of fire and started to take aim.  The originally powerful bolts from the HK-Js, the Droideka's and the squad with T-21 repeating blasters were reduced to such a degree by the anti-laser aerosol fog that poured forth from the three grenades that the shields on the commandos had little difficulty dealing with the strikes that landed. It wasnt few, but the amount was less than would normally be expected by an average civilian used to watching holovids.  Four of the commandos immediately started firing their Imperial Heavy Repeaters in controlled aimed bursts, trusting the aerosol and their armors to protect them from ranged harm for the moment, as their metallic bolts snapped through the fog unabated at their targets.  Each soldier also launched a pair of grenades from their underbarrel micro grenade launchers at droids and men alike, going for overwhelming firepower in an attempt to quickly even the odds if not defeat the defending force altogether. The remaining two commandos knelt, aiming their backs towards the shielded droideka, and unleashed all four 3T3 Concussion missiles from their armored frames at the stationary target. Straitening up immediately to start following up their attack on the Droideka before they knew the results of their initial attack.

Despite their awareness, Alpha and his squad watched as another grenade was flung in from beyond the gaping maw of still cooling metal. Its aerosol telling the droids what exactly it was. All they could do was turn their backs to the on coming explosion. All that remained of droid squad was the Droideka, and Alpha himself... But they were in bad shape. The Droideka had lost it's shields, while Alpha had lost his leg, his disruptor rifle and his D15; both fried beyond repair or use. Alpha hoisted his T-21 up, in a stoic manner of a soldier's last stand. The Droideka regained its footing, as it's unaffected weapons spooled up for a devastating volley.  

It's funny how battles went. Battles ebbed and flowed like water - some would say. Others might say that some battles were already won before they were fought, and yet others would say that you can't fight a battle you can't win. In this instance it was obvious that the battle had been predetermined, ordained by a higher power, and that there was no way of deterring the inevitable. This was fate, this was irony, this was laughable. Laughable to the point of utter disbelief. Disbelief that something as inconsequential as this battle, could be so lopsided and anticlimactic.

Beta and his squad had been laying down a deafening hail of blaster bolts towards the gas blanketing the breached opening. Towards the shadowy shimmering guised figures shooting from within it's coiling embrace. But as good as they were, as well as their mechanical aim was - nothing happened. Nothing. If any of Beta's squad was able to give voice to this revelation. They probably would have yelled out "Bullshit!"... but they couldn't, because they didn't have the capacity to protest. They just died, peppered by fragmentation grenades and blaster bolts by their "unseen" and seemingly impervious foes.

The Venerable Sith watched in befuddled amusement as his praetorians - his best - were cut down with the ease of a scythes' swing. No matter, Jud thought, he could play the game of God too. With the simplest of motions, both of his skeletal hands clenched. The reaction was instantaneous; like the twitch of a well trained muscle, or the snapping of a genius' synapse. The expanding gas recoiled rapidly, and the flooring buckled as if it had been hit by sometime going at an extreme rate of velocity. Even the remaining smouldering shells of his HK-Js - and whatever else was in the receding gas -  cracked in a cacophony of eggshell-like snaps. There was no escape. No place to hide or run to. The entire section of bay before the Sith crumpled in on itself. The force of which enough to cause a thundering clap, as the vacuum caused by the Force crush, sucked in air where there had been none only seconds ago.

Jud released his hands and shook them slightly. The deathly silence, and coiling wisps of smoke speaking for themselves.     

*Crystaall could only watch Mykar and his soldiers march off to a lift as she continued to lean against the wall. She then proceeded to curse herself under her breath. She wasn't a Jedi, she wasn't a Sith, nor was she part of any other organization any longer. She was just alone in a battle she probably didn't belong in. Friends either dead or off somewhere safer in the galaxy. And yet she just stood there, letting those men storm off to fight a war. Did she really need to be here? Was this a call she shouldn't have made? She couldn't grasp the concept completely, but she knew that she had to do something other than just stand there. She would be dead either way. Either her own soul would collapse under the pressure of her father's, or she would die knowing she was fighting for something she knew was wrong. Crystaall properly stood up and began to move at a jogging pace, attempting to catch up with the men that had gone to win a war. A war she had no intention of losing.*

The lift was about to close when Mykar saw the young woman dashing for them. At first he thought she was going to reprimand him, again, but then he realized that she had a look of determination on her face. As the lift started to close, he held the door.

"Sir?" One of his troopers questioned through his vox.
"Straggler..." Mykar responded, over the squad vox.

As Crystaall neared, Mykar pushed the slat door aside more. "Room for one more..." He said cordially.

Section 3 Northern Blast Door, Commando Team 3
The squad quickly moved into position, two commandos putting their backs to the hole, facing their comrades, their backs to the enemies position and set one hand on their knee, the other pulling grenades from their bandoliers.  The other four paired up, all of them dropped their cloak started the quick count and then the rearmost pair of commandos cloaked once again. The first pair started forwards, and the crouched commandos tossed their grenades over their shoulders up into the hallway they were assaulting...without arming the grenades, then brought their hands together at their bent knee. The grenades flew up and started bouncing and rolling about crazily on the floor above them as the first set of commandos planted a foot into the cradle formed by the crouched pair, and jumped, at the same time the crouched pair straightened and lifted, almost tossing  the first pair of commandos up onto the floor above them.  After the weight was off their hands the crouched pair dropped back to a kneeling position with their backs against the wall once again, the last pair of cloaked commandos simply used their comrades as a firing step, stopping on their bent leg and one foot on a shoulder, leaning against the edge of the hole, allowing them to see and fire just above floor level.  The two commandos who had been vaulted up, were firing on the move, each heading to either side, all their discretionary power being poured into their shielding units as they sprayed ammunition at whatever targets they saw.  The cloaked pair, were more precise, looking for targets and engaging with either their imperial heavy repeaters, or the micro grenade launchers underneath the barrels.  It was hoped that the grenades would cause the defenders to either duck, or close their eyes in anticipation of an explosion, either actual or distraction type devices, the complete lack of any explosion, hopefully would even be its own larger distraction in those critical opening moments. The upright Droideka recieved immediate attention from both commandos who were the decoys, and the left side defiladed commando, the defiladed commando on the right looked for other targets in his zone of responsibility.

Section Three Droid Access Tunnel, Commando Team 2
The team reached its objective and quickly exited the access tunnel, gratefully straightening up and moving quickly into the corridor and moving two compartments down and began cutting open the locked door that would grant them access to the machinery access corridor to the reactor.

Section Three North Outer Rim Corridor, Commando Team 5
The team continued to move quickly in a staggered formation down the series of corridors, proceeding as quickly as possible, forcing locks when necessary or simply cutting holes where possible.

Section Three Inner Ring Section, Commando Team 6
Continued to move towards Section 3, running into a closed blast door, and having to move around it, having to move four compartments laterally to find a bulkhead that they could force their way through with breaching charges.

Section 3 Southern Blast Blast Doors, Commando Team 4
The world seemed to crush in on Commando Team 4. It was as if the very armor, the atoms that surrounded them, the very nature of the universe itself wanted to smash them into tiny pieces of nothingness.  The entire area and the commandos themselves crushed in. One commando blinked and leapt back to his feet bringing up his hands and firing on the Sith that had just attempted to end his life using some kind of Force Sorcery! But something was wrong. The Sith merely stood there looking at the destruction. The gray skinned Taung blinked hard and rapidly pressed the firing stud again and again, realizing after several long moments that his hands were empty and nothing was  happening. In fact he could see his hands, his actual hands. Not covered in armor as they should have been, nor was his protective helmet on. He blinked and charged the Sith, diving towards him, intending to kill this demon with his own bare hands...and simply passed through him. He spun to his feet ready to go again.

"Hey. Over here." A voice called clearly.

The commando looked back at his comrades...or rather...both sets of his comrades. There were six twisted, crushed, and singed armored bodies on the floor, smoke and other gasses eddying about, and there were six beings standing there.  He shook his head to clear his vision. Five Taung and one human. They all turned to the newcomer who seemed unconcerned, but had a melancholy expression on his face, his uniform identified him as one of the Mandos from one of the supporting fleets.

"This place isnt for us any longer."

The soldiers couldnt quite believe their ears. What was this person saying?

"We have to go." He gestured back up the corridor where a steady stream of beings were shuffling by.  Mandos, Humans, Aliens, Stormtroopers, Imperials, Chiss, Clones...all were walking by intermixed, not seeming to care that they had been trying to kill each other perhaps just moments ago. The Sith standing there didnt seem to see them.
"This isnt home anymore. C'mon, we have to go."

The commandos were dumbstruck, the same thought hitting them all within moments. It was merely confirmed when it was the Sith who turned and stepped through the soldier without a pause. The soldier felt a coldness...a lack of...something that he couldnt put his finger on, but the column of beings seemed to glow warm.  The six former commandos looked at one another, then their bodies for one last time, and then turned and joined the crowd.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know."

The stream continued on, seemingly forever an endless column of souls on the same journey, heading somewhere they knew not where, somehow comforted by all.