Requiem

SotF

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#76
Epsilon grinned as the ship shuddered once more under the fire from at least a dozen foes.

A maximum burn sent them on a course through the deployment zone, letting the still open hanger disgorge the LAAT's to carry everything available to the surface while the guns sprayed wildly through the Imperial fleet.

"Sir," came the cry, "All ships clear, shields are failing."

He grinned in response, "Suit up for EV, we've lost the Guardian, but we've got an opportunity."

"Sir?"

"Point us at the command ship, but pass the hanger as close to one of the Interdictors as possible without hitting it."

"We don't have the turbolasers in the hanger anymore sir."

"That's not what I'm planning," he commented, "Especially since the fools leading from their end seem to have forgot the battle over Coruscant."

"What's the plan?"

"Well, they've essentially crippled my ship, so I figure why not take one of their shiny new ones."
 

SotF

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#77
Wings ducked under the counter and kept moving while slipping a new power pack into his blast cannon.

The distant explosions had warned him that Theta had run into problems.

When the bombers lifted off, he'd decided that there were more important things to do than just wait for Theta to return for the escape.

The freighter was just another spacecraft to the Imperials, and he'd elected to skip the armor and try for a little of the stealth that his squad didn't seem to possess.

Two shots dropped twice as many guards, even though they were army rather than Stormtroopers, but forcing him to reload the blaster shotgun before moving on through the structure.

He started to move into the darkened hallways, reducing his speed and keeping the weapon shouldered.

Only a fraction of a seconds warning had him diving backwards while blaster fire ripped across the hallway from one of the side passages.

"Well," he commented with a growl before brushing dust off, "That could have gone better."

A brief pause before chucking a grenade into the room, bouncing it off the door and deeper inside.

"Hope you like my housewarming gift," he grunted an instant before the blast signaled a clear room and Wings continued on his way, "Hope the guys appreciate this, I'm not really trained for this crap."

A moments pause at the foot of the lift.

"Give me a fighter or bomber and I'm good," his muttering continued, "Close quarters is more of the job for an actual commando rather than a pilot."
 

Reader458

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#78
They are going to take over a ship by boarding it through space? Ambitious.
 

DhampyrX2

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#79
Reader458 said:
They are going to take over a ship by boarding it through space? Ambitious.
Why not? It works in some missions for Star Wars Battlefront II.
 

SotF

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#80
DhampyrX2 said:
Reader458 said:
They are going to take over a ship by boarding it through space? Ambitious.
Why not? It works in some missions for Star Wars Battlefront II.
Hell, it happened over Coruscant in the Clone Wars
 

Reader458

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#81
SotF said:
DhampyrX2 said:
Reader458 said:
They are going to take over a ship by boarding it through space? Ambitious.
Why not? It works in some missions for Star Wars Battlefront II.
Hell, it happened over Coruscant in the Clone Wars
Well, my knowledge of SW is limited to the movies I, IV, V and VI. :)
I still say it takes some balls to do that.
 

SotF

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#82
"What the hell is Epsilon up to?" Rex asked himself as he watched the smaller Star Destroyer accelerate from its deployment arc and along the edge of the enemy formation.

A slight shudder as another barrage shattered the Guardians shields.

"The Interdictor?"

A moments pause as he tried to remember more of the pieces about fleet command, something that was not really in his direct training.

"He's going to try to take it," came the realization.

He turned to the ships captain, "Cover the Guardian, keep it up and try to help Epsilon do what he's planning."
 

SotF

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#83
Bravo flight accelerated out of their mothership in tight formation, skimming the Twilights hull close enough to keep themselves indistinct from the main ship to enemy sensors.

"Alright boys," Brand stated as he watched the countdown on screen, "Go to full attack speed towards the Vengeance."

"We copy boss," Lance responded, "What's the plan?"

A low chuckle was the first response the squadron commander gave as the four fighters changed direction and rocketed into the firefight.

"We pull the inquisitors teeth," he commented, "The painful way."

"So," Thorn asked, "In other words, hit the guns and launchers?"

"I knew you were a genius," Brand answered with an audible grin, "Keep your guns hot, take out any Imps that gets in your cross hairs on the way there."

A flash of energy from the fourth member of the squadron.

"That's one for me," Slammer commented, "Games in my favor."

"You did not just challenge me," Thorn retorted while opening up on another, "We're even again."

Twin detonations up ahead before Lance added his say to the mix, "Now I'm ahead."
 

SotF

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#85
Rolling backwards before pushing off with his hands into a flip as the tank fired.

His timing was right, letting the shock wave carry him through a window feet first while he dove into the force, letting it guide him.

He was moving in less than a heartbeat, dashing through the apartment building before noticing an Imperial Lander coming in low.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," he groaned as the insignia came into view and the hatch opened at just above roof level revealing at least a dozen figures activating lightsabers.

Twirling both pistols in his hands, Alec started going through every possible way he could, hopefully, pull this off.

"This is Theta Five," he stated into his comlink after a moments deliberation, "Looks like the dark side crowd just got some serious reinforcements."

A pause as the figures leaped clear and into free fall for a mere instant before landing on the rooftops.

"And those reinforcements have lightsabers."

Reaching out with the force, he reacted instinctively.

"Size matters not," he quoted the old saying of the grandmaster of the Jedi Order, before snatching the tank from the street and lobbed it at the lander.

His foes seemed to panic as the multi-ton, armored repulsor tank went airborne and collide with their transport directly overhead while its shots went wild into the streets and buildings below.

Dark jedi and stormtroopers alike scattered, leaping from the rooftop when the crafts shields collapsed and the ground vehicle plowed into the cockpit before bursting into flames from the weapons attempting to continue firing even though jammed. The twisted mass of metal lurched forwards and then fell, engines detonating seconds before impact with the office building below.

The building pancaked sequentially, each floor giving out in turn while the fuel of the craft caught fire in an unholy conflagration scorching the sky before the wave of dust, debris, and ash swept through the building Alec was standing in, concealing his vision to miss what his ears warned him of.

He reacted to the sound and the moments scream of the force just in time to avoid a pair of crimson lightsaber blades that would have sliced through his neck and waist.

Alec fired both weapons, alternating fire as he cartwheeled through another series of strikes before one of them hit him with a blast from the force that caught him off guard and sent him flying to slam through a wall and on.

"You know," he commented while rolling to his feet in time to see the two dark jedi tear through a more intact part of the wall on their way towards him, "Two on one just ain't fair."

The one that seemed to be in the lead of his foes appeared to shrug.

"But it doesn't look like you care."

The fire suppression sprinklers seemed to choose that instant to activate.
 

SotF

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#88
A deep rumble bought his attention for a moment, an AT-AT was lumbering past outside, either to search the wreck for survivors or on its way to where the Rest of Theta was still running amok.

He wasnÆt exactly sure how heÆd missed its presence, but it did give him an idea.

Holstering one of his pistols, Alec dove to the side while the dark jedi duo launched their next attack.

Rolling back, he slipped the light saber heÆd taken from the inquisitor and threw it through the window.

He charged while reaching out with the force, guiding the throw as the crimson blade ignited mid-flight, sizzling as the water touched the energy.

Alec spun the weapon much like a saw blade as it entered the void and sliced into the neck of the walker before spiraling back to cleanly sever it. His feet shattered the already sliced window as a leap let him follow the glowing weapon while calling it back to his hand in mid-leap.

The thrum of his opponents blades let him know they followed as he reached out and snagged one of the internal bulkheads of the craft and redirected inside the transport while calling the thrown blade back to hand.

At least three dozen storm troopers were waiting for him inside as Alec returned the weapon to his belt and drew the pistol once more.

Time was precious as he withdrew deeper into the force, letting the mystical energy field fill him as his body moved of its own accord, twirling between flashes of blaster fire while returning fire with both hands and letting the screams inform him as the dark confines flashed with the speed of a strobe.

The world seemed to snap back as the bloody light flooded the chamber as the last white armored soldier fell silent to the deck plate.

Whatever they were expecting from him, what they got was not it as Alec drew on the force again and lashed out, sending the fallen bodies towards them in a wave, throwing both into the air with all the power he could muster.
 

SotF

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#90
Fade slipped his helmet on and calibrated its interface with his craft while waiting for the order for launch.

Unlike the fighter and bomber pilots already scrambled, he was a specialist.

Specifically, he was a recon pilot for one of the craft entering service only a few months before the end of the war, the Longprobe variant of the Y-Wings.

Thankfully, the fleets meager stores of them were of the older variant that replaced half the bombs with a sensor package that had been updated by the Geonosians before they fell to the Empire.

"I need to get down to the planet," came a suprisingly feminine voice, prompting him to turn.

"Well," he stammered for a moment, "I'm only allowed to fly if Rex says so, recon craft are..."

He stopped talking when she glared at him.

"Fine," came his acquiescence, "Get in."
 

SotF

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#91
ôNow lets see here,ö Wings commented as he sat his helmet on the desk after pushing the smoking corpse of the control officer out of the way.

The access codes were easy enough, unchanged from those the team had gotten during their insertion.

ôAnd Lockdown,ö he stated as he triggered the security setting, sealing up the landing facility, the distant grinding of the blast doors locking into place being the only easily understandable reward for the effort as he flipped out his comlink.

ôTwitch,ö he stated, as it activated, ôGot an idea that needs your insight.ö

ôGo ahead,ö the response was quick and punctuated by the sound of weapons fire.

ôIÆve got full access to the anti-air defenses, and I was thinking that I could invert their IFF settings.ö

ôInvert theiràö Twitches comment trailed off.

A moments pause.

ôWings, youÆre a sithspawned genius!ö

ôThen tell me how to pull this off.ö
 

Prince Charon

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#92
Oh, yeah, that's going to be interesting. :hail: :yay: :snigger:
 

SotF

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#93
Alec waited for a moment before reaching out with the force.

He barely received enough warning for his plan in return for that action, but it was more than he needed.

A blast of power ripped the side door from its moorings and away as he dove from the hatch with all the speed he could muster while the two dark jedi returned through the neck of the walker.

His trap worked perfectly as the anti-vehicular mines he'd left behind after ejecting them the first time detonated, ripping through the unarmored bodies of the two just as easily as they did the heavier armor of the walkers torso.

Debris and smoldering scrap rained from the sky as he landed in a low crouch and rose to his feet.

Footsteps echoed, prompting a spin towards them to reveal a trio of others from that transport.

"Is Palpatine cloning you guys or something?" he asked as more lightsabers activated.
 

SotF

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#94
Fives grimaced as the pod shook violently as the retros flared.

One of the younger clones was cackling madly as their method of descent began to vibrate.

It was a basic idea, and one that worked relatively well since they did have an overabundant supply of escape pods. Essentially strip out most of the gear meant for keeping the occupants alive for more than a half hour or so and use that space to add harnesses for a squad of clone troopers as a way of landing on the planet as quickly as possible.

Rex had allowed the use of two of them, each loaded with a dozen soldiers and their equipment and fired at the closest and safest positions for such a landing, namely one without air traffic that could knock them off course, and ignoring what was on the ground with less than two meters of armor in the way.

Echo was in the second pod with Denal.

A harsh whine filled the pod, the audible sound of the inertial dampeners kicking in before impact as the shields flared followed by the sound of tearing metal before the pods outer shell exploded outwards in a relatively simplistic anti-personnel effect while letting them out of the single use craft.

ôAlright boys,ö he yelled as the harnesses released and he snatched up his blaster and fired at the scattering stormtroopers, ôGo time!ö
 

SotF

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#96
Epsilon waited in silence among the crewmen assembled within the hanger, their uniforms replaced with either environmental suits or armor.

Alpha's presence was a blessing as the ARC that had been acting as one of the advisers for the landing, but had chosen to remain aboard the Guardian, though he hadn't said much of anything since his rescue.

He wondered if part of the reason the man had chosen to remain aboard was that Ventress had done so as well, again something that could easily turn the tide of his planned mission more in their favor, not to mention the five suits of armor that Theta had cobbled together from the twisted recesses of their minds.

The rumble of the hanger opening above them prompted him to glance at the stars and flashes of weapons fire while the ships slow corkscrew slowly revealed the Interdictor his plans involved.

One word exited his lips in a commanding roar as he leaped from the flight deck and into the void.

"Charge!"

The wave of white clad figures passed through the black to land upon the hull with what felt like hours to them, but merely minutes.

The terminal course of their Star Destroyer merged with its acceleration, aiming the dagger shape at the remaining heart of the enemy fleet, the Inquisitors personal ship as their dark force user ally activated her lightsabers and sliced through one of the hatches, metal seeming to glow and boil at the touch as he readied his rifle.

An armored boot from the ARC kicked it in a half second before he dropped a frag through the now cooled opening.
 

SotF

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#98
Three to one was not the best odds, but he was stuck with the hand dealt by fate and the force.

His former masters words echoed through his mind as Alec threw caution to the wind and gave himself fully into the force.

He trusted the force, and let it work through him as part of his mind seemed to watch the maelstrom.

Don't think! Do!

Simple instruction, but something that he had relied upon more times since being sent from the temple.

He had once believed that it was because he was wrong somehow, something that they didn't want to deal with.

It was something that he'd been forced to come to terms with, and Alec realized that he was never the right kind of person to be a Jedi.

Crimson blades swirled around him as he tucked and rolled forwards, plowing into the center darksider before pushing upwards into a flip and spin while firing with both pistols in a flurry of blaster bolts all about before landing in a crouch while rushing in once more.

Images flashed before his eyes as he blocked one of his foes arms, the momentary skin to skin contact letting him unleash one of the skills he had not used since the interrogation that had horrified his master.

Every disease that he had learned to treat was something he could mimic through the force, or at least the symptoms, and judging from the frenzied screaming his foe suddenly was full of, he'd managed to pull the stunt off, and the mans arm was rapidly darkening and seeming to rot, but he hadn't time to congratulate himself before the remaining deuce of foes came at him.

Alec twirled, positioning himself directly between the two and rolling between the blades that almost howled for his life.

He could feel the force throbbing through everything as he seemed to dance amidst that which cried for his death before dropping in a low crouch as the two weapons locked above his head, giving him another moment to go offensive, firing both blasters low and just beneath the belt of one while a spinning kick tripped the other.

Both force users retreated at least a dozen steps from him with some difficulty, but their own assault was not without damage as well, signified by the pieces of Katarn armor falling to the pavement where the lightsabers had sliced through the plasteel as if it weren't even there.

He felt the force surge and attacked, not by closing in on the pair, but tearing into the city itself and with a surge of effort tore through the supports of one of the more damaged structures and toppled it into another, setting off a chain reaction of collapsing and crashing buildings, showering the street in rubble as he went vertical, moving through the falling rubble as easily as he had on the ground with the two, injured, dark jedi in rapid pursuit.

A blur of darkness and motion was the only warning he'd gotten before a statue that he belatedly identified as of Palpatine came plowing through the falling wreckage at him followed by yet another of the red lightsaber wielding crazies.

"Well," he commented with a grunt while feeling the rush of obsidian passing a hairsbreadth from him, "Did you spend your originality quota on that double bladed toy of yours?"

The only response he got from that was being kinetically slammed to the ground hard enough to bounce.

"And," Alec added with a wince after a brief pause due to yet another lunging at him after he'd kicked off of what used to be the lightning rod of a taller structure, "Is this a yes to the cloning theory?"

xXx

"What the..." Fade yelled as he brought his craft in low as the city seemed to begin tearing itself apart beneath them.

"Sithspawn," Ahsoka commented as the battle came into view ahead of them, dark jedi fighting someone through the street.

"Well," the recon pilot commented as he stabilized his shields and readied the concussion missiles in the remaining tubes, "Seems like we get to help even the odds a bit here."

A brief pause as the HUD lit up, "Take the controls, I'll use the flyswatter."

He paused for a moment while something very large rocketed past to impale a water storage tank some distance behind them.

"And that was?" he asked with a blink.

"A statue," the jedi answered with a confused tone, "I think."

"Oh goodie," Fade muttered, "And I thought we were the ones with the heavy weapons."

"Slight change of plans," Ahsoka ordered, "Retain control, get me close and prepare to reseal the cockpit."

"Reseal the..." he began to question when the togruta flipped the release and leaped from the starfighter, "Oh, that."

"Perfect," Fade continued to mutter, "Just perfect, now I'm talking to myself."

His commentary stopped just long enough to fire missile at a target of opportunity.

"Rex'll kill me," the clone pilot commented as he banked into a side street, listening to windows shatter at his passage, "If the shrinks don't do it for him."

"Fade," came the comms a fraction of a second later.

Well, it seemed like Rex would win that race.

"Yeah boss?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"The Jedi ordered me to convey her to the surface," he responded, "And she just left."

"Sensors say you haven't landed."

"She decided that an active entrance into the fight was more her style it seems," was the best response that didn't directly state that he let Jedi Tano take a flying leap out of a starfighter at full attack speed and relatively high up, "I'm attempting to try my hand at close air support."

The groan coming from the fleets leader was rather distinctive.

xXx

Epsilon grunted slightly as the magnetic grapples on his boots pulled him up against the deck seconds after Alpha and Ventress had gone ahead into the breach.

Comms silence was in effect for those in the attack, but he could tell that those two were still communicating somehow.

A slight shudder ran down his spine at that thought, he'd read about the exploits of both of them, and now with the trail of destruction carved through the Interdictors corridors, those tales were no exaggeration.

"We have full control of the core," came the comment from one of the younger clones, a tech, "The ship is ours."

The younger man blinked, "Sensors report that the Guardian has been destroyed."

"She was a good ship," he stated in response, "Did she stay on course?"

"Yes, but the target is not dead, the enemy commander apparently ordered some of his destroyers to ram her when she got to close to be killed by guns."

"Well then," Epsilon stated as the hatches sealed around them, "Change this crafts designator on the friendly IFF with her code."

"Understood," came the response, "As a side not, she did take a Victory, two Imperators, and a half-dozen corvettes with her on that run, at least if you count those caught in the detonation when her reactor went critical."

"Good," the old clone captain responded, "Let them fear the Guardian."

xXx

Blasterfire burned the sky as the clone troopers charged out of their drop pods.

Fives threw himself to the side as a grenade detonated, tucking in his shoulder and rolling even as his finger compressed the trigger and sent a suitable response at the one who had thrown it.

He felt relaxed as the familiar situation of the battlefield carried him into the correct mindset while hearing orders yelled in the distance, Denal's crew in the second pod clearing their own area to allow the ground forces to land to take the area until they could finish the recovery of the insertion team.

A scream from one of his brothers prompted his own shout, "Get a medic over here, we've got wounded!"

"E-Web," came the yell from one of the others.

"Sniper, take their heavy weapons down!"

An echoing roar as the first of the LAAT/i's flashed past overhead, weapons burning into the Imperial ranks before the gunship exited sight, but the engines strained into a high-G turn to pass across the ground forces once more.

Dust flowed and cleared with the rushing back drafts of the aircraft and explosions from grenades forcing the troopers on both sides to rely on the helmet packages rather than normal sight.

Suddenly it was clear for just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of a TIE rocketing in only to be ripped apart by the surface guns.

"Troopers," he ordered while discarding an empty power cell in favor of a fresh one in his rifle, "Charge!"

"Sarge!" came the frantic yell as he started running for the enemy, "AT-ST supporting them!"

"Sith," he hissed, "No choice, we still need those positions!"

A moments pause as the chicken walker stepped from the ruins and turned towards his men and him.

"Incoming!"

xXx

Bravo Squad dove close to the enemy Star Destroyer, maintaining formation.

"Alright," Brand whistled as his shields flashed on a near hit from a turbolaser bolt, "Break formation, take out any emplacements you can get."

Calls of affirmation came from all three others in his squadron.

"Remember, call it in if you get an eyeball on you."

"Lousy hosts these boys are," Thorne chuckled as he fired again and again at one of the towers before rolling to one side in order to avoid a missile launch.

"Well," came the answer from Slammer, "I guess it's up to the best squadron in the fleet to teach them the manners."

"Cut the chatter," Brand stated, "Keep your mind in the game boys."

xXx

Twitch blinked as he listened in on the comms, "Guys, the assault squads are having walker trouble."

"Well," Hammer muttered as the world outside seemed to turn white for an instant, "Scratch one depot, so lets go help."

"Tank," Dyre yelled from his position, "Bring us about, lets see how the Imps deal with one of these babies."

"Is that a tank?" Hammer added from his position as the world returned to focus.

"Hey guys," Tank responded with far to much cheer to be healthy, "I think those things can be used as ramps!"

"Tank," Dyre commented in a strangely calm voice as the entire vehicle jerked wildly, "If we survive this, I'm going to kill you!"

"If I don't get to him first," Hammer muttered in response.

xXx

"Glad you could make it to the party," Alec quipped as Ahsoka dropped in, blade flashing into existence a mere instant before slamming into one of the crimson ones with the force to drive the dark jedi into the ground as the momentum crushed the injured figure while the togruta flipped backwards and beside him, "Was wondering if you'd gotten lost along the way."

"Well," she answered, "So much to do, so little time."

"Is that your fifth or sixth outfit before deigning to grace us with your presence?"
 

Prince Charon

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#99
Nice.

Well, Rex worked with Ahsoka for about 2 to 3 years, so he can't be too surprised. Liked the banter.
 

Reader458

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Good stuff man. Made me both chuckle and tense.

Sorry for the late reply, had a friend over to visit and took her to Stockholm. ^_^
 
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