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Post by corsos » Thu May 19, 2005 7:14 pm

"Yes Supreme Chancellor. Immediately."

The muffled words of Arson's ARC squad leader were difficult to hear amid the buzz of the battle on Sluis Van but they rang clearly on the internal headset imbedded in his Katarn armor.

"Order sixty six squad, primary target ahead."

It took the helmet only a moment to flash the order's directive on his HUD. He couldn't beleive what he was seeing. He hesitated, something that ARC's were trained not to do, and something his squadmates didn't. Sixer moved forward on his left and Commander Dren on his right their rifles levelled at the back of the Jedi Knight they ran more missions together than Arson could count. He saved their lives more times than he could count. They had gotten their orders. They must be followed, but this was a soldier's honor. It was something he couldn't betray.

"Ti'ku, behind you!" Arson shouted at the twi'leck. He spun, his yellow lightsaber blazing just in time to deflect the ARC's blaster fire. The next two shots came from Arson, blasting holes in his brothers' backs knocking them forward onto their chests.

"You need to get out of here." Arson's muffled voice came from the small speaker near his mouthpiece. A directive has been given, the Jedi are to be....

His last word was cut off by the sound of a blaster round striking Ti'ku in the neck. It distentegrated it, his head and torso falling separately to the floor.

Snipe...

The fourth member of his squad was providing them sniper cover as they crossed the ravine. He had gotten the order, and he had executed it. He had seen Arson committ treason, and murder his brothers. For a few moments he considered simply standing there, and waiting for Snipe to target him. He failed his honor, and he failed his comrades. Death should have been the punishment. But his pity could not overcome his soldier's instincts.

The blaster bolt came a moment after Arson hit the deck taking cover behind the ravine wall. Arson though he had judged Snipe's firing angle right and this cover should provide him safety until his brother changed positions. It gave him a crucial few minutes to decide how to get out of the ravine without getting killed. To his left stood the once friendly confines of his basecamp. No doubt Snipe already called in his crime. He couldn't go there.

In the other direction was a garrison of separatist battle droids they were going to infiltrate. Alone he had no chance. There was only one other option. Up and over the ravine.... into the water. Arson blinked four times activating the climbing attatchments on his gloves and boots, and removing the ascension gun from his pack. He dropped his excess gear, which included many of his explosive packs. On the ground he saw Ti'ku's lightsaber... which Arson picked up and tucked into his pack.

He took a small step back to achive an angle with his ascension gun, hoping Snipe hadn't reestablished his position. He fired. The snatch at the end of the chord hooked onto the rockside and Arson began to climb. He waited to hear the blast snap of Snipe's rifle and feel his Katarn armor burn.

He kept climbing but it never came. Arson flung himself over the rock and plunged down towards the dark subzero water. The armor was supposed to provide free insulated underwater movement. Right now he hoped those specs were right....
"The goal of war is not to die for your country, it's to make the other bastard die for his." General George S. Patton

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Post by corsos » Fri May 20, 2005 10:26 am

The cantina was absolutely silent spare the scratchy echoing words of the Supreme Chancellor addressing the Galactic Senate. Everything about the once regal self sacrificing man had changed. His face and voice were now that of a monster. The words he spoke were no better."

"I have been scarred by the Jedi... when they attempted to seize power from the Senate and the Office of the Supreme Chancellor..."

"The Jedi are traitors?"

"Shut up Sal." Daa'luk snapped quietly at him.

And Sal shut up.

"All Jedi are now the enemy of the Republic. They are to be considered criminals of the most dire sort, traitors. They have committed the worst treason. In order to maintain the Senate's and Chancellor's soveriegnty today we declare the formation of the first Galactic Empire. Times are too tenuous and the Senate's enemies are too many not to take such measures. Those in this chamber should be considered heroes for going through with such a radical, yet necessary measure in these troubled times."


Applause rolled through the chamber like a moving storm as nearly all the Senators stood in jubilation. But the now Emperor's scratchy voice cut through it. His voice was so ridiculously imposing, opposite of what it once was.

"With Count Dooku, General Grevious, and the Separatist Council destroyed thanks to the bravery of Darth Vader the war is over. It is time to bring those systems back into the Empire to assure security for the foreseeable future. There will not be another civil war. Power has been consolidated in the Senate and my office and there it will stay. I have assigned regional governors to every plantary system so we can excercise more direct control over the far reaching territories to prevent rebellion and insurrection from any remaining Jedi. The order cannot be trusted - and therefore it has been disbanded and destroyed. Troops have been deployed to bring these dissidents to justice. We WILL have order in the galaxy! I swear it!"

The Emperor's voice was drained out by applause once again and it was all Captain E'xera needed to hear. "I've heard enough. Let's get out of here."

The five rose and walked out onto the street. "Boss, what about Deina - she used the force didn't she?" Sal asked.

"She certainly did." Daa'luk answered darkly. "And so did Ti'ku her master." The Zabrak was always serious but this was something else entirely.

"We need to find her."

The Captain looked back to the young engineer with a small smirk. "Them, you mean."

"Yeah right, them." Sal answered.

Travis chuckled. "Leave it to you to try and sack a Jedi apprentice."

Potssk's growling laugh made everyone else crack up, except Captain E'xera who seemed very much concerned. "We're heading to Sluis Van. If they're alive, we'll help them."
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Post by corsos » Sat May 21, 2005 12:32 pm

"Bastard."

It was the only word that came to Snipe's mind when he thought of Arson... his treacherous brother. No doubt the morally conscious man thought he had done the right thing. But right and wrong didn't matter, only orders. The Jedi must die. SO said the Chancellor. So said the Republic. So it must be done. Snipe erased Ti'ku's life but Arson managed to escape thanks to an untimely ambush by a group of Geonosian warriors. They were now dead but it was Arson that deserved that fate. And Snipe couldn't have been happier that his commanding officer had given him the mission to hunt down Arson and finish him.

His second objective was to track down Deina, Ti'ku's apprentice who had managed to escapee her execution. His squadron was gone, and he was all that was left. It was time for revenge.

Of course it was entirely possible that he was already dead, however it was unlikely. His suit still functioned - or at least he knew it did until Arson removed his tracking and monitoring module. He had survived the fall and likely waded to shore. He wouldn't be easy to track, the only man in the lowlands wearing Katarn Advanced Battle Armor. Secondly, despite the fact he had all the training Recon Commandoes recieved, he was the electronics and explosives expert of the team. Tracking and evasion were not his greatest skill sets. Nor was combat. For Snipe it was the opposite. This was his specialty, elimination.

He checked his gear, taking two extra power packs for this battle rifle, and making sure his modified sniper barrell and sight were in order. The pistol at his side was fully powered and his Katarn Battle Armor was primed. Arson didn't have a chance. Snipe mounted his FLash Speeder Bike and sped off towards the lowlands...
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Post by corsos » Mon May 30, 2005 8:55 am

Arson found the body washed up on the shore of the marshes three days later. And the body wasn't alone. Deina was dead and her lightsaber was gone. Before Arson could check her body for any other personal effects an old YT-1300 had arrived and landed above the body. Arson had immediately ran for cover, his Katarn armor engaging camoflage mode. Considering none of the crew had pursued him it seemed as though he succeeded.

The crew disembarked quickly, a pair of humans, a Zabrak, and a huge Tradoshan. A third human stayed in the cockpit. The group huddled around the body, the Zabrak kneeling next to her. It looked like he was saying some sort of prayer. They must have known her. The Tradoshan picked up the body and moved her to the freighter. That's when the blaster bolt caught him in the back of his neck. Even a Tradoshan couldn't survive such a precision shot. He fell, the Jedi's corpse falling on top of the giant lizard.

Snipe...He found me, and I brought death on these people.....

The whole freighter's crew lay prone on the ground trying to figure out where the shooter was stationed. They had no idea who they were dealing with. A second shot took down one of the humans. They were sitting ducks, though now they at least counterattacked, their handheld blasters firing blasts in the general direction of the sniper. But Snipe was probably already gone, repositioning for another shot. Arson had to do something to help these people....
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Bedlam...utter bedlam.

Captain E'xera had a crater the size of a speed ball in his chest. Potssk's neck was gone. Travis prided himself on his quick draw, but how could he use it he couldn't see his target. Daa'luk already saw the futility in this and he was crawling towards Deina and the ship's ramp. This was probably the same person who killed her... if he ever found him.... he would be dead.

Then Sal came running down the ramp. "Yo - what the hell's going on? Oh.."

Then the blast came. Travis was fast enough to get on his feet and take the blaster bolt in the back protecting the young man. Daa'luk decided to make a run for it. That was when the ghost came. A silver figure out of the darkness, a light azure blazing from the visor in his faceplate. Daa'luk turned to face him carbine in hand, but he wasn't coming for the crew or Deina. Blue bolts exploded from his blaster rifle towards the nearby rock face.

"Go." his almost mechanical voice came through the helmet, his bolts peppering the mountain face. Daa'luk didn't look back, he just ran up the ramp, pulling Sal by the collar behind him.

"You've been promoted to co-pilot kid. Run the start-up sequence, I'm getting Deina."

"But the sniper..."

"Shut up! Start the lift-off sequence."

Daa'luk went back outside and slid down the ramp going to a knee next to Deina. He hefted her body over his shoulder and backed into the ship. Their mysterious benefactor had taken cover behind a nearby boulder, continuing his counter attack.

"Need a lift soldier? I'll cover you."

Daa'luk put Deina down just inside the ship and crept out and started firing indiscriminantly. The armored ghost comtinued to backtrack firing himself. Finally a return shot came. It caught the armored man in the shoulder and knocked him down. He scurried up the ramp and Daa'luk went inside with him, hitting the button to close the departure ramp.

"Lift off you little punk - get us out of here."

Daa'luk looked down to the shoulder who was removing his helmet.

A clone...

Daa'luk made a move for his carbine but the soldier's sidearm was already aimed for his head.

"Don't make me kill you."

Daa'luk decided that was the way to go. He dropped his carbine as the ship was escaping the planet's atmosphere.
"The goal of war is not to die for your country, it's to make the other bastard die for his." General George S. Patton

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