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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 10, 2013 1:11:14 GMT -8
Back behind the safety of the wall, the comlink chirped the good news to the remaining seven soldiers under siege. The private closest to the comlink took a precious moment behind cover to exchange a friendly slap and a smile with his battle buddy.
=Private Smalls=
"Hear that? Cavalry's comin'!"
=Private Jenkins=
"'Oorah! Let's give 'em hell boys!"
The squad returned fire with renewed fervor, picking out targets with ruthless efficiency as air support flew overhead.
Roaring flames drowned out any sound of engines on top of the tank. Adelle barely had time to throw her arm up to shield her face as she turned away from the flamethrowers' blast. It felt like an eternity as she ran to the edge of the tank. A bolt hit her shoulder then her knee as her foot found the edge. For a few brief moments she was airborne and weightless. Then her body collided with the ground. Some logical part of her said she was on fire. That she had to move. Smother the fire. Adelle flopped around in the undergrowth like a fish out of water. All she could smell was earth and her own burnt flesh. Distantly, she could hear the report of blasters, droids hit, and the scream of engines. Her body ached and throbbed terribly.
Even as her grip tightened on her lightsaber hilt, she knew someone else would have to finish what she started. There was no way she could get up.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 10, 2013 8:54:59 GMT -8
Moments after eliminating the jedi on the tank, the rough cluster of battle droids was shredded by the X-wings passing by overhead. The AT-TE swept the ground based defenders with the remaining ball turrets, making use of the fact that they had popped out of hiding in order to attack. Aya knew that the tank wouldn't last another pass. It was a simple calculation after all. But that didn't mean it would stop firing before it was destroyed. That was one of the great benefits of droids over organic troops. They never ran away. They never surrendered. They never disobeyed orders. They just killed everything in sight without hesitation.
They were also cheap. Nearly seventeen thousand battle droids were marching toward the temple at that very moment. Most of the attacks would be small, only ten to twenty droids. Some however, would be much more impressive. The temple would soon find itself under nearly constant attack for the next three weeks. Droids would pour into the clearing around the Temple roughly every half hour. Before long it wouldn't just be the droids taking their toll, soon sleep deprivation & a growing scarcity of fuel & ammunition would begin to drain on the enemy. This would not be a pleasant month for those trapped inside the Temple.
The next attack would start in just under half an hour.
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Jul 10, 2013 11:41:10 GMT -8
Not long after the firing started, Jonas and Beta Platoon began moving. They had managed to round the massive Massassi Temple in time to see the X-Wings open fire on the attackers. The Jedi Master called out over the Comm to the defenders as they moved..
Jonas and Beta Platoon incoming from the rear to assist you..
He put out the call to ensure there wasn't any mistaken identity resulting in friendly fire..
They filed in swiftly, forming up with the squad of soldiers and creating a firing line. Each soldier taking careful aim with the various different weapons, and opening fire on the droids before them. Jonas moved into the center of the firing line, gripping the hilts of his lightsabers tightly..
"Who's the commanding officer here??"
The Jedi Master called out to the nearest member of the squad, yelling to be heard clearly over the ferocious battle.
He looked out across the battlefield to see Adelle downed at the feet of the AT-TE. He raised his hand and gestured in her direction to Beta Platoon's leader, Beta One..
"We've got a friendly down in trouble, get the snipers to solely provide direct cover for that Jedi. Any droid even leaks lubricant in her direction, I want them neutralized. Everyone else is to continue taking out any other targets.."
"Affirmative Master Jedi.."
The Platoon commander nodded to the Jedi, relaying the orders to his troops. All 4 remaining Beta Snipers began firing carefully aimed shots at the droids close to the downed Jedi Adelle. Suddenly the tank opened up with it's ball turrets, raining bolts of death down on the group. Most of Beta managed to avoid the fire, but one of the snipers and two other soldiers were downed.
Jonas grimaced, time was of the essence. He didn't wait to get a response from the defending squad. He looked over the battlefield once more, surveying the situation. Jonas took a deep breath and put on his helmet. He turned back to Beta One and gestured with a thumb as he spoke..
I've got to go out there to get her, get heavy weapons to lay down fire either side of her. Cut me a path through the droids.."
Beta One gave a thumbs up before barking orders into his Comm. 6 members of Beta scrambled forwards and began setting up three heavy repeating blasters with mini power generators. In a matter of moments they were ready, signalling their commander who, in turn, signaled Jonas. In a flash, Jonas jumped up from behind the wall, igniting his Lightsabers as he went. The Jedi Master drew on The Force to bolster his speed and reflexes. The troops opened fire of the droids as the Jedi Master ran forward, spinning his Lightsabers expertly deflecting blaster bolts away as he went. The Heavy Blaster squads unleashed blaster bolts at full auto whilst the snipers resumed fire..
Jonas covered the ground rapidly, sliding to a halt beside Adelle. He stopped and crouched, flicking his left wrist to deflect a trio of incoming enemy bolts. He deactivated his right Lightsaber and tucked it away quickly. Jonas reached down and grabbed Adelle by her arm and pulled her up from the floor..
"Can you move? Can you get up?"
The Jedi Master asked, stooping slightly as he took on some of Adelle's weight and to dodge some incoming fire. The Beta platoon gunners increased their rate of fire to attempt to shred the nearby droids and maintain Jonas' escape route. He pulled the injured Jedi up further so her left arm was draped over his right shoulder, and his right arm gripped around her waist onto her belt. He hefted her off the floor and began making his way back towards the safety of the Temple. Ever vigilant, Jonas continued to deflect incoming fire, unsure of Adelle's ability to defend herself at this point..
He just needed a little time to get back..
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 11, 2013 7:55:35 GMT -8
Time. Time was a funny old thing. People assumed time was a direct progression of cause to effect, but actually, from the non-linear, non-subjective perspective of the Force, it was more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.
Ok, so it was a bit tricky to explain.
Time seemed slow to the Jedi Master. Like he could walk across the battlefield, pluck the blaster bolts out of the air, one at a time, and pop them in a hand-basket. Like the whole picture laid out before him, from the two Bohemian Squad X-Wings passing over head, to the AT-TE walker, it's guns swivelling to bear on the soldiers, to Jonas Ba'Kari sheltering Adelle Bastiel and trying to get her to safety, were all just a tableau, a three dimensional freeze-frame for him to wander among and study, perhaps draw a sketch of them, or carve a statue to commemorate the actions of today.
Thud
He knew that, from the subjective perspective of the other observers, and in the setting of the battle itself, he had only maybe twenty seconds of action in him in this state. Drawing on the Force as he was, in the way he was, was exhausting, and everyone had their limits.
Thud
There was so much that needed doing. The soldiers were easy pickings for the gun-turrets, with limited ability to damage something as heavily armoured as the walker. Jonas and Adelle probably needed a little more defence, and there were still battle droids pressing in towards the Praxeum.
Thud
Even he couldn't be everywhere at once, despite how hard he sometimes tried to be.
Thud
But he could give it a shot.
Thud
The sound of his footfalls grew faster, as his physical speed increased -
Thud
- to match the speed of perception that the Force granted him.
Thud
Dav Man'Sell
Thud
had entered the fight.
A blur of motion, black, white, and grey, with two brilliant blazes of energy, one cyan, one verdant green. That was how Dav appeared to the soldiers, and the battledroids. Force Speed, at it's upper limits, literally defied the laws of physics - that was, after all, the exclusive privilege of the Force. The blur darted first into the heart of the battlefield, passing by the front of the entrenched defending soldiers. One of the blurs of energy, the one in verdant green, swept up and across the path of a laser blast from the walker, deflecting it back along it's path towards the turret that had fired it. The Jedi Master plunged through the heart of the battle droid formation, bounding over the many molten piles of scrap from the X-Wings' strafing run. The two blurs of energy swirled around the speeding form, and six or seven battledroids found the blazing blades of Dav's twin lightsabers rushing at them at shocking, breathtaking velocity as he passed amongst them. Perhaps they had some defence in them against the weapons. It was unlikely, though, and the most probable outcome would be the thorough and precise destruction of the artificial soldiers.
Dav slipped around one of the plodding legs and raced beneath the body of the walker, right under it's forward section. The verdant green blade followed him, carving in to the weaker armour in the walker's belly, his initial point of contact the forward lower gun turret on his side. He wouldn't exactly carve the front off the walker - scientifically impossible with even a dual-phase, lengthened lightsaber, at least with this movement - but carving through any critical components, power lines, and the like - maybe even the legs of a few of the crew inside - that was entirely possible. It all depended on how much the armour gave.
Before any observers watching his path could even blink, he had ducked behind the front leg on the other side, and was in line for Jonas and Adelle. He could feel his foot-falls slowing, and everything around him was beginning to return to a normal pace - his use of Force Speed was reaching it's natural end. He could push it further, but doing so would tire him out, and he still had a lot of fighting to do.
As he stepped in beside Adelle, with Jonas on her other side, he was back in 'real time', so to speak, reliant on only his natural speed and Jedi reflexes to defend against the inward coming bursts of laser fire - thankfully, even without Force imbued speed, Dav was incredibly fast. His twin lightsabers whirled around him, weaving a lattice of defensive energy, deflecting blasts of energy from the droids around them. This was nothing new to him - Dav was a veteran of the Clone Wars. B1 and B2 battledroids had fallen by the thousands to his blades.
"How is she?!"
He called this to Jonas over the cacophony of the fighting, sparing not even a glance to Adelle as he covered her flank.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 11, 2013 9:03:26 GMT -8
She still burned.
The gelled fuel clung to her skin, her hair, her clothes. It ate away at her sanity, burned beneath the skin. So much pain. She couldn't smother it, couldn't get it off, couldn't put it out. Oh hells, the pain. Intense, with its own perverted purity. Her body begged for relief. Her mind craved oblivion. She had nothing left. But her will said "Hold on." So she held on to whatever fragile thread connected her to the distant battle. The current of the Force was still there, turbulent tides changing with the pull of battle. Not knowing what else to do, she drew that rushing Force to her and embraced the wave as it crashed into her.
Or rather, from her. The flaming gel flew from her body into the surrounding undergrowth. Force wave. Some part of her knew she'd never be able to duplicate the move again without extensive training. But more importantly, the burning had stopped. Adelle gulped in air, focusing inward on her body. This... This was something she could do daily. Heart rate: elevated but normal. Breathing: rapid, but from pain. Injuries. Grazing blaster shot to left shoulder; direct hit to right knee, possibly shattered. Severe burns on the right arm, side, leg, and the back; second degree at least, if not third. Dislocated left ankle, received on impact. Shivering. Tears. Acute stress reaction, also known as emotional shock.
Heart rate: increasing. Breathing: shallow. Oxygen content falling. Something was wrong. Possible causes: None. None. What was wrong? What was happening? Why was her body reacting this way? Blood pressure: high and rising. Wrong, wrong, this was wrong. Possible causes. Possible causes. Hypovolaemic shock. Yes. It fit. Traumatic shock, caused by severe injuries. Non-progressive stage.
Someone speaking. To her. Ignore them, she had to preserve order in the body. Use the Force. Calm down the autonomic response mechanisms. Pulled upright, fresh pain, loss of control. Adelle's body sagged against the Jedi Master's, all her strength pulled into herself to maintain control. She fumbled with the Force, trying to hang on to the empowering current and the temporary stability it offered her body. The medbay. All she had to do was maintain the connection until she could get medical attention and then she could rest. Just a little longer and she could rest.
Alive.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 12, 2013 10:18:48 GMT -8
Aya watched from the point of the AT-TE, as all the other droids had been destroyed in the pass over made by the X-wings before the waves of others had joined in on the task of taking out the tank.
Now the only threat to the jedi forces on the battlefield was the six remaining ball turrets & the four, much smaller, repeating blasters that had been part of the modifications made to the vehicle after purchase. The armour on the underbelly had been heavily damaged, but no sabre was nearly long enough to reach the truly critical parts of the tank. It was nice however that the tank was fully automated, as the attack would have killed some of the crew in a standard AT-TE.
The mysterious jedi had somehow managed to block one of the long, powerful blasts from a ball turret. The fact that he managed to do it without being turned into a friction stain against the ground was something that Aya would carefully ponder & consider for future attacks. A copy of his physical features was quickly made for reference & further study.
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Jul 12, 2013 15:26:07 GMT -8
Jonas shook his head as the pair carried Adelle. He looked down on his feet, striding over a small blast crater, then flicking his arm up to bat away another incoming blast with his Lightsaber..
"I don't know, she's unresponsive and needs medical assistance pronto.."
Jonas looked up, the huge structure grew ever closer. Each step brought them closer to safety and protection from the ancient temple. It's massive stone form had survived thousands of years and numerous conflicts. He was sure it was one advantage they had over the invading forces..
I fear we are going to need some heavy artillery to take out that armored beast.."
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 12, 2013 16:51:36 GMT -8
Dav glanced up, falling a step behind and turning so as to back up towards the temple, his twin blades held defensively and ready to protect Jonas and Adelle.
"The Bohemians should nail her on their next pass, which should be any... second..."
The familiar sound of X-Wing engines whined overhead, and Dav glanced up for a moment with a small smile.
"... now."
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Wyren's loop back had been as tight as the steadily increasing cross winds would allow, and now she had her crosshairs lain across the target before her - the already weathered and weary AT-TE. Her distance to target meter scrolled down rapidly, as the trees whipped past below and the Great Temple, once again, grew large in her view.
=Captain Wyren Starla, Bohemian Lead=
::I'll make the pass, seven. Follow me in at ten seconds after completion, clean up after me if I miss.::
She didn't expect to miss. Her chin dipped, her eyes fixed on the walker, and with a momentary nose up to gain a little altitude, she swept in and lined up for the shot.
Her fingers depressed on the trigger, sending one... two... three bursts of quad-linked laser fire into the walker's 'nose' - and just like that, she was past again, and looping away. She chinned her comm alive.
=Captain Wyren Starla, Bohemian Lead=
::What's the sitch, seven?::
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 14, 2013 11:16:55 GMT -8
The massive blast from the X-wing caved in a large section of the AT-TE. Even then, it managed to continue walking forward & firing for a few more steps before the intense heat from the blast managed to propagate far enough into the armoured control section for the massive tank to shudder & crumple to the ground. The grass & other flora that hadn't been torn up in the fighting quickly caught light from the burning gel that still covered much of the tank from earlier. Before too long there was a small blaze spreading through the nearby plant-life, though it looked like it would burn itself out before it would become a threat.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 15, 2013 14:16:12 GMT -8
=Flight Officer En'dran, Bohemian Seven=
Make some space on the fuselage, lead. Gotta add one Ay-tee-tee-ee. Good shooting.
Wyren offered a small smile into her comm. For now, the fight was over. She rolled her X-Wing up on her starboard S-foil, glancing out of the canopy and down at the Praxeum below, and the smoke lifting gently from the battlefield.
=Captain Wyren Starla, Bohemian Lead=
::Thanks, seven. Though now the big question is...::
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"...why didn't we detect the walker sooner?"
With the fighting over, the walker now burning out at the edge of the clearing, Dav's attention was turned to broader concerns. He turned, glancing at Jonas, who was still supporting the wounded Adelle. Medics were coming around the edge of the Hangar doors, crossing towards them as quickly as they could.
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Jul 18, 2013 11:03:47 GMT -8
Jonas gently relinquished his hold on the wounded Jedi as the Medics came in to assist her..
Jonas shook his head at Dav's question..
"Not a clue Master Mansell. Beta Platoon and myself were on the far side of the Temple when the attack happened.."
He paused for a moment to remove his helmet..
"I guess we need to set up a sensor field around the perimeter of the Temple. Sensors up to maybe a kilometer away.. But who could get out that far to set up the sensors without getting into potential trouble?"
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 18, 2013 11:08:13 GMT -8
The Jedi frowned, shaking his head as he looked up at the temple behind him.
"I think I know a few people who could do it... But the walker, at least... Temple's existing sensor stations should have picked that up an hour ago. They must have been damaged in the battle, and we didn't realise."
He sighed, looking back at the burning walker wreckage.
"Just one more thing to fix."
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Aug 16, 2013 7:22:23 GMT -8
THE SIEGE
Day Two The access box was six point four two meters away. Disguised to blend in with the stonework within what humans tended to refer to as the 'visible' spectrum (more for aesthetic purposes, the droid understood, than anything else), the access box was, none the less, quite visible for the droid's sensors. Despite this, the droid in question - the R2-series astromech droid known as Dirty - opted to travel most cautiously towards the box. This was because his ability to find the box was not the issue.
The issue was the sixty plus meters between him and the ground, and the somewhat crumbling and unsteady, not to mention narrow, ledge that he now resided on. His calculations told him that the damage he would sustain if he fell from that height would be significant, and he would be unable to complete the repairs he was out here to make if he sustained such damage. Instead, he would be non-functional, until someone gathered up the parts of him that would, no doubt, be scattered violently upon his impact with the ground, and reconstructed him. Whilst he calculated only a five percent possibility that Master Man'Sell would allow him to be completely scrapped or scavenged for parts (Master Man'Sell had, after all, demonstrated a strong attachment and no small amount of sentimentality for Dirty, which Dirty, in truth, rather liked), but there was a much, much higher probability that he would remain inactive for some time, until parts and, most crucially, work time, could be spared for his repair. It was entirely possible that he might be awaiting repair for several weeks, though an accurate estimation was far beyond Dirty's ability to calculate - there were entirely too many variables for which he had no data. Suffice it to say, though, the droid did not want to be deactivated for such a long time. It was, therefore, necessary for him to proceed cautiously along the slender ledge towards the access box.
He edged forward another half-meter, before he stopped, lowering his probe, once more, to the stonework. The probe ran its scan, and Dirty could see that the stone appeared, more or less, stable, at least as far as the scan went. The results were far from conclusive, however - the probe had been designed and constructed to scan for instabilities in the structure of starship hulls and bulkheads, and was less than ideally suited to the task of scanning stone work. The droid considered this limitation, and resolved to gather more data on the matter of the ledge's stability. Withdrawing his central wheeled foot, he righted himself, extending the probe further.
With all the strength the probe's servo arm could muster, he gave the stone work a prod.
The surface proved ungiving, and seemed as though it would, most likely, sustain his weight. Once again tipping his body back, he extended the central leg and rolled once more forward, slowly-yet-purposefully closing on the box. He proceeded like this, cautiously checking each half-meter of his journey, for four minutes and seven seconds more, before he finally found himself positioned close enough to the access box that he would be able to reach it and carry out the work he had set out to do.
Extending one manipulator arm, he triggered the release on the box, and it's access hatch swung open, revealing the cables inside. The probe he had earlier been using retracted, and a different one extended, slipping into the open access box, where he begun to run reception tests on each of the cables there. One. Two. Three. Four cables all passed as no detectable interruptions, but the fifth and final cable's response - or lack there of - indicated a break somewhere along it's length. Extending his electric-shock arm, he sent a short, low-power burst of energy into the cable, monitoring the transmission of the energy burst with the probe. From the data he acquired, he was able to calculate approximately how far along the cable, and in which direction, the break was showing.
The droids dome rotated sharply to the left a short distance, then to the right, and then, the astromech let out a small cooing toot, the droidspeak equivalent of a sigh. The break in the line was up the line, which meant the droid would have to take an even more perilous journey along what would no doubt turn out to be an even less stable ledge that was even further up the side of the massive temple. The probability for falling and the subsequent significant damage had just increased exponentially.
Using his manipulator arm to close the access box up again, Dirty's head rotated a full one-eighty, and he proceeded to tentatively roll himself back the way he had come. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 14:50:46 GMT -8
it took maybe 2 hours for Pixar to find his way through the levels of the academy to the door that presumably led to the security epicenter of the academy. at which point I had a decision to make, I could request pixar send in a battering ram virus which would set off security alerts until I could shut down every generator and start building infrastructure from scratch. or I could send my credentials and risk the same fate
Then an idea hit me.
At my request, Pixar infected the access terminal with a virus I was beta testing, for… extra-legal affairs should I get called up into a Carida operation again. I called it a HM-65 virus. what it stood for didn’t matter… what did was that the virus was like dumping a sort of Goo into the lock before jamming your key in. the goo would form extensions on the teeth so that the lock would recognize the key as being one that was supposed to be used.
I crossed my fingers as Pixar inserted my passkey into the server for authorization. I was granted emergency Authorization that was above all but one person’s on yavin station… no word on whether or not the academy used the same protocols and security levels as the stations…
But it worked, and pixar was quick to inform me that I had full control of the operational systems for the academy. I instructed the droid to seal the chamber and transfer a more advanced remote sensor app to my DM. As the program opened, I noticed multiple groups of life signs arriving on the roof. While I tried to determine who they were, a small alert shown on the pad that an access panel was sliced to gain unauthorized access to the temple… since it would be hypocritical to light an alert considering what I had just done… I sent a code that told the system it was a false alarm, and not to blare. finally I requested Pixar send a ping message to any of the incoming units that were incoming that appeared to be leadership to inform them of my peaceful presence.
Calculating roots that I believed would place me into the path of the troops, I made my way up the temple toward the Grand Audience chamber.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Feb 13, 2014 15:14:55 GMT -8
Ander Tagira [GC-01]
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Great Temple, Yavin IV
1100 hrs Local Time Ander felt the gunship settle onto the rooftop of the Great Temple as their forces landed. Third Platoon's gunship landed outside the Temple's Main Hangar Bay as the battalion's remaining gunships continued on to their respective destinations. The midday sun shone through into the troop bay as the gunship's doors slid backward, and Ander stepped out onto the stone roof of the Temple he had once called his home. Dust coiled around his feet as the gunship's repulsors pushed at the air underneath its chassis, before the engines themselves shut down. Briefly, Ander looked across the landscape surrounding the Temple, seeing the forests and hills around him as if they were a memory.We'll be covering the Temple top to bottom. Fourth Platoon will provide a security cordon around the perimeter while we search the Temple itself. Ander made his way toward the rooftop entrance of the Temple that would lead down to the uppermost levels below the roof, Third Platoon's first squad in tow. Sergent Jur Ysout, a Nautolan male, stepped in front of Ander with his weapon at the ready, angled towards the door. Ander pulled his slicer pad from its pouch on his belt and inserted the connector jack into the door panel's receiver. He uploaded a slicing algorithm and several moments later the door slid open with a hiss. As he expected, nothing awaited them on the other side. Together, the squad began moving through the door way, the rest of the platoon following behind. Soon he found himself standing in an open hallway of the Temple's uppermost level, remembering the stonework walls and floors of the structure that he had helped reconstruct so many years before.Second Squad, take this level. Third and Fourth, work your way down. I'm taking First Squad to the Great Audience Chamber, and from there to the Medical Center. Ander's commandos acknowledged his orders and began to disperse themselves throughout the Temple, using turbolifts and stairwells that remained accessible to them. Ander led First Squad through the Temple's hallways, remembering all too well where the Grand Audience Chamber lay. For a while, he considered what he might find there, and the thought worried and scared him. Alexis Karidian, Dav Man'Sell's former Padawan, had been unable to tell him much about the Praxeum's fall in the face of the Mandalorian siege, leaving him to suspect the worse. There had been few signs of battle as their forces had entered the planet's atmosphere, and even those had come in the form of scorched sections of land in the areas between the Blueleaf Cluster and Great Temples. Ander half expected to find the bodies of Yavinite Jedi and personnel strewn about the Temple's halls, though what they had seen so far had nearly worried him more: Nothing. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 18:02:54 GMT -8
*Kaytra exited the gunship, her rifle at the ready. The shemagh covered from the bridge of her nose down, only revealing from eyes up. She moved forward with the rest of the group to secure the roof. Once Ander Tagira gave them their orders, she followed the rest of Third and Fourth squad. They moved silently though the halls with eyes and ears alert for any movement or signs of battle. What Kaytra found slightly disturbing was the lack of signs, no bodies, no structural damage, it sent a chill up her spin.*
*Quietly, she and two others entered a dark hallway. The lights from their flashlights fell on one empty room after another as they made their way down the hallway.*
-Commando 1-
::Any one else find this a little bit..odd?::
-Commando 2-
::Odd as in where is everyone odd? Or odd as in gives you the creeps?::
-Commando 1-
::Both. Defiantly, both.::
*Kaytra ignored the two, but they were right, something was not right here. After several minutes call between the members of Third and Fourth squad began to come through her comlink. They also were finding nothing. Kaytra stopped and hit her comlink, sending a message to Ander Tagira.*
::Tagira sir. Third and Fourth squad reporting in. No signs of...anything yet. No bodies or any remains of battle of any kind so far. Heading towards the dormitories now. Tatham out.::
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 19:08:48 GMT -8
As I made my way up the levels in the praxeum I noticed that my pistol had snuck its way into my left hand, while the my favored lightsaber, which had all sorts of ridiculous LAN tech installed in it was occupying my right. it remained unlit…but as I entered the grand audience chamber, I began to see shadows of the future come forward... Every visible factor and how it pertained to the outcome. Both factors regarding number of troops, equipment, and training came into play...and the higher the value in each category, the more certain capture or death seemed for me.... I was known as an artisan, not as a masterful warrior that could take on more than one opponent at a time. So when I saw figures in the shadows on the other side of the chamber, in pure shock I took up the opening the centurions' salute. (My pistol was in my extended left hand, my saber, still not ignited was raised over my head pointing toward the wall, profile showing.)
However, my cyber eye began scanning the mass on the other side and I saw a marker on my HUD that designated local files within the archives regarding the leader of the unit. When I had time I would check it out, but for now... I needed to make sure of these people's intent" I am master Diamonte Tuhlute of the Jedi order. I would request the leader among you designate himself and say why you lot are here, I mean no ill will if you are here with intent on doing harm to this academy." Almost as a sign of trust, I lowered my right hand, dropping my saber onto the ground and kicking it a ways from me...
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on Feb 13, 2014 20:19:59 GMT -8
Sergent Danner Groth
Dormitory Levels, Great Temple, Yavin IV
1109 hours, Local Time Sergent Danner Groth followed Leftenant @kaytra through the dark hallways of the Temple as she made a call in to the commander. Sergent Leonard Hapley was right, the situation in the Temple was odd. But it also couldn't be helped. GALCOM's Intelligence assets hadn't been able to glean any information on the planet after the Mandalorian's attempted invasion, though the lack of battle damage to the Temple and the absence of any remains gave him the impression the Jedi had simply left. He continued forward as they made their way toward the dormitory section of the Temple, an area he remembered well enough from his time as a soldier with the Yavin IV Defense Force, years before Tagira had left the Order and founded GALSAF.Ander Tagira, [GC-01]
Lord Commander of GALSAF Armed Forces
Great Audience Chamber, Great Temple, Yavin IV
1110 hours, Local Time Ander followed Sergent Ysout through the large doors leading to the Great Audience Chamber. They'd found little besides abandoned equipment and still open terminals throughout the Temple, though Ander had hoped to find something within the Audience Chamber that might give him a hint as to what had happened to the Jedi of Yavin IV. Dust coated nearly every surface, as if the place had been abandoned for years. The commandos maintained light discipline as they made their way through the dark stonework halls, using their helmet systems to expose the way. Once they entered the audience chamber, however, such filters were unnecessary, beams of midday light broke through the far end of the chamber's back wall where Ander's former Master, Luke Skywalker, had once received recognition for his part in the destruction of the First Death Star. Suddenly, as Sergent Lem Fonlar broke right to clear the East side of the doorway, he called out in a loud voice over the commlink. His words sound only in the ears of his fellow commandos, unknown to any others without access to GALSAF's secure comm systems.
Even in the dim light of the chamber, Ander could tell the figure was male, human, and was dressed like a Jedi. Before Ander could demand the man's weapons and identity, they were given to him."I am Master Diamonte Tuhlute of the Jedi Order. I would request the leader among you designate himself and say why you lot are here. I mean no ill will unless you are here with intent on doing harm to this academy." The Jedi spoke as he dropped his weapons and kicked them away. Ander pushed himself to his feet and lowered his rifle, letting it hang from the clip on his shoulder. Grasping either side of his helmet with both hands, Ander twisted and pulled it from his head, revealing the piercing green eyes of a man with many winters behind him, stubble marking a shadow across his weathered face."Tuhlute. I know the name." Ander looked over at the man, then gestured towards Diamonte's with a nod. "Keep your weapons, friend. We're only here for information." Ander pointed to himself with a gloved hand. "I am Ander Tagira, Lord Commander of the Galactic Security Assistance Force." Ander gestured to the other armed soldiers. "Relax ner'vode, we're with a friend." The rest of the commandos stood from their security positions and gathered around Ander, though two of their number always remained looking toward the chamber entrance. Ander looked around, introducing his men to Diamonte as he stepped forward and offered his hand to the man in greeting. "I've got men ready to pull the archives, but I don't expect to find much information." Ander explained briefly. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 22:08:14 GMT -8
I nodded as the man who led the troops revealed himself as Ander Tagira, taking just a moment to settle myself, I ran through the prompt that was now blinking on my HUD, which confirmed what the man had said, but instead referred to him a a jedi Master and a former headmaster of the academy. stowing my pistol, I used the force to draw my saber to me before clipping it to my belt. taking one last moment to look at the article, I saw the keyword “Kamino” which allowed things to fit into place
“The Tuhlute you know, would probably be my grandfather, Pala.”
i began to Make a formal bow, but sensing the silliness in introducing myself again, I shook the mans hand and got to the point. “It would seem Sir, that our missions are similar. I received a message asking me to investigate the factor’s behind the mass disappearance of this temple’s occupants. I will help you in your mission how I can.”
pulling out my Digital manager, I flipped it open I swiped through a few apps before arriving at one I needed and activating it. passing the device to Ander i showed him the message that requested my investigation of the site
“Within the past week, i have received a message requesting i investigate the circumstances leading to the disappearance of every present at the time in the academy. the amount of Redaction would normally cause me to trash the request as junk mail however…” i looked to Ander hesitantly, as if unsure whether i could trust him regarding my network “however it came in over a Sub-wave network that i utilize for personal communication, only a few people SHOULD have access to it, so with the exception of prodigious hackers, the source of the request should be legitimate enough to warrant my investigation… my companion is currently at the securityhubworkinghisendaswell.”
‘You’re rambling again’
taking a deep breath i composed myself
“All in all, if my companion or i can be of assistance, we will gladly assist.”
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Post by Zimmy on Feb 14, 2014 12:35:33 GMT -8
Zimmy feels the landing feet of his shuttle lazily move into position as the aircraft settles down into the Temple's main hangar bay. The boy uses what little space he has to stretch before the doors open. He lifts his rifle's strap above his head, rolling his shoulders and back in the same motion. The boy rolls his head, listening to each vertebra snap and click, easing pressure building up in his spine. He feels limber. He feels fit. He's ready.
The door opens with a quiet whoosh that is quickly drowned out by endless pairs of boots trampling the smooth surface of airstrip. Each commando moves like a finger upon a hand, seeking and sensing like a squad. Hangar Bay clear, a voice says in his head. The leader of Zimmy's unit waves for the other three. The unit groups up and, at the point of a finger and a few hand gestures, moves into the larger of the passageways that split off from the Hangar Bay. Reconnaissance was their task in this mission. Silent, stealthy observation. Just how Zimmy liked it. The four pairs of boots crept almost silently down the corridor, checking security with each step, always moving their view and their rifles near constantly from wall to ceiling to floor to twenty meters ahead. After a few minutes jog, the squad reaches a large door, taking up formation beside it, ready to clear the room. Zimmy speaks into his helmet.
Check your HUD. There's already units in there.
Just as he ends his sentence, a red dot appears among the green ones in the room ahead. The squad leader raises his hand with a fist and brings it back down. The door opens and the commandos move in. Zimmy, lucky number two, leads the charge and moves into what appears to be an auditorium. He comes to a halt as he sees another group of commandos and an unknown male standing maybe fifty yards away. He signals to his squad to hold their position and waits, just in case they're needed.
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