NationStates Jolt Archive

Eighteen Sith Dreadnoughts came from hyperspace, as expected by the Jedi Knights upon the small outer-rim world of Dac. Hundreds of Sith Starfighters poured from their hangar bays as the ill-equipped Mon Calamari StarFleet and the few Republic warships sat below them, the Sith believed helpless. Revan sat meditating on the bridge of the Morning Star. She sat silently in her robes and masked, with her lightsaber by her side, staring at the ocean world of the Quarren and Mon Calamari. She stared forward, not realizing the trap that was to reveal itself in too short a while for her to realize...

Only the metal clattered on the beaming interface, the green, soft hue like a rustling leaf on a Dantooine spring. Her bang flocking back to her forehead, she quickly edged it away, her fingers seeming to twitch in a fear, but she knew she could not show it. She could let it be known that she was scared, unable to do as they wished. Her robes dangling down upon her body and onto the latched ends of the seat, the soft, bumpy pod was swiftly gliding. Metal wings on its sides, she was gliding still, other Jedi around her, other practitioners of the Force alongside her in her dastardly mission. She was to capture such a great Jedi, a great leader, turned corrupt by the darkness of the Force.

This woman had silky eyes, a whole and clean face, her bottom lip drooping slightly, her face thin and her stare piercing. She held an aura of untapped leadership, or an importance though before unusable. Nevertheless, she had a mission – to capture Revan. “The enemy’s flagship is coming up on the co-ordinates. Remember to hit the fourth hangar first, so we can enter.” She said to her fellow Jedi.

The Jedi ship was hidden as the ship came into close combat with a Mon Calamari destroyer. As the Calamari ship started going down, the Jedi ship smashed into the fourth hangar bay, through a Force field and into the bay. Automatic fields came up protecting the atmosphere, but the Jedi ship was in. Sith soldiers were startled when the ship landed, and, seeing the Jedi symbol, started panicking.

Altor braced himself as the ship burst into the hangar bay. Running his hand through his short dark brown hair, he mentally focused himseld, his silver eyes gleaming in anticipation. With a swift flick of his right hand, his lightsaber slide into his grasp.

'Let's hope we don't screw this up,' he thought briefly as the ships doors opened up.

Striding calmly out of the ship, Altor ignited his weapon.

Looking back slightly at Bastila and the other Jedi, he said, "Good luck to us all. May the Force be with you."

"May the Force with everyone in the Republic." Bastila added. "This is truly a difficult thing to achieve." She lunged her fingers forth, the sabre on her belt flying towards her, the yellow hue bouncing delicately off her face, lighting up the way in the darkness of the unused parts of the hangar they were in. "Be careful." She said, looking about to her crew, as they initiated their own sabres, with many hues of colours, saturated in the thick steel alloy of the hangar's walls.

Sith Troopers in the control room above the hangar began firing into the midst of the dozen or so Jedi. The blaster bolts were fired quickly, though probably futily, as the Jedi cut through the massive door. Sith troopers on the other side of the door regrouped, though not knowing the full strength of the Jedi Strike force, by setting up a laser-turret and having 29 troopers standing ready to face, with a Dark Jedi Apprentice holding a red lightsaber standing ready to meet the Jedi.

While it would be most likely they could get through with recklessness, it was not only not the way of a Jedi, but also possibly costly in lives, and every life was needed to aid in the capture of surely powerful Revan. As the door was cut, the enemy's laser turret was a dastardly disadvantage towards the strike team, as one of the Jedi swung his way through the opened door, his hand outstretched, a shard of metal flying towards the turret, hoping to jam it.

The other Jedi, Bastila included, lunged forth, hoping to draw the attention of the Sith Soldiers. Her yellow blade swinging quickly, she attempted to cleave the Sith escort in half, hoping to end quickly what could be a bloody fight.

The laser turret was quickly jammed, though it got off a few shots first, and the Dark Jedi was cut down very easily. The remaining soldiers stood their ground, but they never really had a chance as the Jedi easily cut them down.

Revan suddenly felt the death of the Dark Jedi Apprentice, as she opened her eyes within her mask. She attatched her lightsaber to her belt as her mask remained black as she turned to her first officer:

"Admiral Dorestev, we have been attacked. Order the Dark Jedi aboard to meet in the Barracks area of the First Deck. After all of the Dark Jedi are here, seal off the Main Turbolift and shut down it's power source. Reroute all of the security forces across the ship, with the underapprentices, to try and block the Jedi Strike Force from getting to the First Deck."

"Yes, my lady." he said, startled, and began issuing orders.

The Republic mole on the ship though would soon create a surprise that would shock both Sith and Jedi...

"We press forwards." Bastila spoke an authority in her voice, as they ran on, one of the Jedi groaning slightly as a stark blaster wound was clearly evident on his flesh. "We have to reach the main elevator towards the bridge immediately." One of the Jedi noted, as the others nodded, their lightsabers ready.

As they cut through disorganized Sith forces and arrived at the main turbolift, it was powered down, but they saw a secondary turbolift nearby, fully powered, and of the same size as the main turbolift, but it was rising to the floor they were on it seemed.

"This one is closed, so we need to take another elevator." Bastila said worriedly, eyeing the rising elevator carefully, her sabre drawn, her arms stretched out in defense. "Be prepared for any possible attacks." She told her fellow Jedi, as they too followed suite.

Taris
Former Mandalorian Canderous Ordo was unaware of the fierce battle no consuming countless Jedi and Sith. All that mattered to him was trying to keep up with Davik's requests until he found real work to be done...not that trivial, meaningless killings he did now. The Black Vulkers were acting up again in the Lower City, and Davik, once again, sent his favorite mercenary to clean up.
Holding his heavy repeater, flanked by five of Davik's mercenary horde, Canderous stared grim and unemotional as he opened the door to the small apartment complex where a horde of Vulkers were holed up.

"The first of them are in the second complex." spoke Canderous gruffly to his five men. "You know what to do."

The six mercs strolled casually up the first rooms, the first man on Canderous's right taking out a sheathed Echani vibrosword and hacking off the lock on the door. As the door opened, three Trandoshans looked up from a game of Pazaak.

"Whatcha you want, humees?" asked one.
"You. Dead." was Canderous's humorless reply, as Davik's group raised disrupters and blasters.

Several red and white bolts flashed through the room, finding their mark on crying reptiles who fell backwards, quickly dead. Canderous surveyed the scene, spitting nonchalantly, and departed the room as his men raided several footlockers for supplies. The next three apartments supposedly contained heavier Vulker groups, and no mercy, as usual, was to be showed to the pitiful gang fighters.

"Let's keep going," muttered Canderous to the group, "They're no match for us. We'll get our works pay."
"Better watch out for that Calo Nord guy, then Canderous," chuckled one of the others, "Davik's got his eye on him."
"Calo's the smallest, most insignificant Kath Hound in the pack." growled Canderous. "I've nothing to worry about him. But cut the small talk. We got a job to do."

The men slammed their way into the next two apartments, utterly trashing Vulker resistance. Busting into the last room, Canderous aimed his repeater square on the leader who had been earlier pointed out in briefings, a fairly fat Quarren in gaunty clothing.

"You're not coming through with your repayments," accused Canderous, "so guess we'll have to take them outta you in pieces."
"Surely Davik can give me more time..." blubbered the Quarren. "I'll have the money shortly, after our raid on the Bek base."
"Your promises have fallen short. Sorry, your time is up."

Powered disrupter shots slammed into the Quarren's chest as Canderous sweeped through the room with his repeater, effectively transferring from one target to another. After resistance was gone, he slipped an ID card from the Quarren's belt, stuffing it in his own bandolier. Davik would get his money back, after all.

As the turbolift opened, and a single protocol droid exited. "Master Jedi," it said "I have been programmed by a Republic spy on this ship to inform you that there is to be a Droid Rebellion upon your order to distract the Dark Lord. I will initiate the order to all droids on the ship when you give the order. The spy is now attempting to escape via a starfighter. The droids of Morning Star are in your hand."

Bastila felt a wave of relief, sighing heavily. "That will dearly assist us greatly. Thank you, droid, for telling us." She said, as the trip was finished, the Jedi on their way towards the hangar.

OOC: Why are you heading back to the hangar?

OOC: Why are you heading back to the hangar?

OOC: I...don't know.