Star Wars The New Republic: Sith Arise

[Nacho]

The OOC

Star Wars Jedi Massacre and the Sith Crusade






It has been three long and bloody years of warfare. Countless lives have been lost and the casualties on both sides are tremendous. Countless worlds have carried heavy losses, hanging onto survival by threads. Though the Clone Wars are coming to an end. A well planned stragetic move by Chancellor Palpatine has placed the Confedery of Independent systems on the run. Having brought forth a reserve of clones into the war, Seperatist General Grevious is now forced to retreat from Courusant and is followed by Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi to the outer rim world of Utapau. Where he hits the final nail into the Separatist coffin, and at the same time opens the door for the emergence of the Galatic Empire.

The 501st Legion lead by Darth Vader is lead into the jedi temple in the midst of the night as Chancellor Palpatine or better known as Darth Sidous sends word throughout the Republic Order 66 has been executed. Jedi Masters to jedi younglings are being murdered on sight. The Republic's greatest symbol of Hope the Jedi Temple now lays in smolder and the smoke can be seen from miles around signaling the End of the Republic. Terrifying screams are sent across the galaxy as the balance in the force is crushed in the most well plan eradication of the jedi. May the force be with those who are witnessing this events unfold, because this cry of pain and agony in the force only stirs the embodiment of a force with unparalleled power...

Your Mission:
The the Chancellor has just revealed his true colors. Jedi masters are being executed on spot, jedi knights wanted dead or alive, padawans are to be taken for special "services" to the Empire. The Separatist leaders are wanted dead just as much as jedi masters Those who dare defy the Emperor's will and help or shelter these dangerous criminals face the same punish as them. Though information to their whereabouts will be rewarded handsomely. Order 66 has just begun and you must escape its wrath or encourage it, you choose your destiny. May the force be with you...

[Colonel Caboose]

"You really think this is going to be the end of the war?" A clone commando asked as he did an expection of his deece. News had just spread about Obi-Wan following General Grievous to his secret hiding place on Utapau with a huge fleet.

"A don't know ner vod. Though if it is, going to get pretty bkring around hear if it does. I'm not cut out for the civilian life." Another one replied as he played with his data pad.

"Like they would let us have a civilian life. We're owned by the Republic and are nothing but toys. And you know what they do with toys? Put them on the self and play once there done playing with them. That's what's going to happen to us." Yet another replied as he waved his gun around.

"Will you three just be quiet? I just got back from a long night of chasing some stupid thief with the general to get some purse back so he could impress a married woman." Mesh'la hissed as she tried to nod off for a couple minutes till General Gin arrived with their new assignment.

"I thought jedi couldn't have girlfriends?" The fourth member of sabre squad asked.

"Yeah and Mandalorians can't drink. Oh wait that's just Mesh'la." The first commando said that spread laughter to the four commandos.

"Better think twice before bringing that story up again." Mesh'la said in a tired voice as she barely stirred in her comfortable position. "The general will be here soon. So relax while you can." Mesh'la told her commandos, her commandos. One of the last commando groups to have its original team since Kamino, and 4 out of the 48 that are still alive of herthe fathers training group from Kamino.

[Knighthawk]

The young ithorian watched in marvel as the bith jedi took his lightsaber and turned it over. The palm of his cybernetic hand opened so he could plugging the emitter into his hand and the pommel into the Scomp link of the secured wall. Carefully the jedi rotated his wrist back and forth just like a droid would, soon there was a click and hiss as the doors opened.

"General, I would really like to know where jedi learn to hack security consoles like that. "
One of the arc troopers inquired, his rifle slung over his right shoulder as he scanned the perimeter for the umpteenth time. Humbarine was an ecumenopolis located in the Core Worlds region of the galaxy and while a part of the core worlds, it was often the target of confederacy assaults. In this instance the troopers were working their way to an industrial zone where there might be a droid factory producing such creatures right under everyones noses. So much metal made the troops nervous and too tightly gripping their guns.

"Not all jedi were born that way Scanner, some of us come from very bleak pasts, when we finish this mission I will tell you about it. "

Omwat knew the tale, but like all children he didn't remember much of it from day to day. He knew his master was once a thief and that he lost his arm against a jedi but he couldn't remember if he lost the arm before or after becoming a jedi. Either way he knew his master kept multiple arms for all sorts of situations.

With the door locked once again behind the 100 troopers, they quietly padded their way down the hall with troopers wearing sound absorbing bodysuits at his masters request to help him 'see sound' easier. They took a sharp turn and his master froze, putting a hand to the Ithorian to guide him into a crevice in the wall with the metalic hand while his organic digits started twitching as if he was typing on an invisible console pad.

"I can sense the troopers are receiving a message we are not, their helmets are turning blue but our comlinks have not activated. "

It was not a deception of treachery that saved his masters life, but good old shit-hit-the-fan feelings that had the Bith keep twitching his fingers. When all of the rifles got raised up to aim at them, the power packs dropped out of the rifles, magazines clattered out of the handle, even the heavy weapons power feed cable seemed to have come loose.

"Hold, you have seen what we can do to droids, please I beg of you not to make us take your lives as well. You will tell me what has happened."

"General, sir. Order 66 has been issued. In the event of Jedi officers acting against the interests of the Republic, and after receiving specific orders verified as coming directly from the Supreme Commander, GAR commanders will remove those officers by lethal force, and command of the GAR will revert to the Supreme Commander until a new command structure is established."

His master looked shocked, floored by the situation as the troopers took to holding their empty guns in pistol whip or clubbing grips, ready to beat them if need be. But he was certain that his master knew an opportunity when there was one to get them out of the situation.

"The orders are for Jedi officers. He is not an officer, he does not meet the parameters of the order. You will turn him over to a higher authority as a prisoner of war. You will take him directly to the supreme Commander. In turn I turn myself over freely to the punishment, just not in his presence. You are not machines, you are better than brutality. May I have a moment with the boy, you may even watch."

"...Yes, he is just a boy. Put them in binders, Prepare to take him for evac. I'll take care of the Officer."

He looked from his master to the trooper with growing shock and growing tension but he could sense no evil from anyone. He turned and approached his master who took a knee to get closer. He watched as his master placed a black sleeved hand on his matching mantle and they looked into each others obsidian eyes.

"Sleep, sleep for as long as you can. Dream only peaceful dreams. May the force be with you."

With that the world went dark.

[Nacho]

Approaching Mesh'la and her Commando's, Gin took a look at the group one by one.
"You all look tired" Not much of a surprise given that during the time that the Clone Wars have been going on, chances are you never ever really got a good night's rest. But Gin, along with the rest of the Republic were hoping for an end to the war once Obi-Wan found General Grievous.

"You can all take it easy, there's nothing much to do now. I'll get in touch with my master who's on the planet Mygeeto right now. If he needs any help, we'll depart as early as we can if he does need any assistance."

[Mattmanganon]

Markiv, Shama and Misfit Squad cut their way through a building on Mygeeto, blaster shots went everywhere and finally, Ovebi downed the last Droid with his rifle and silence fell, everyone sat down for 5 minutes rest. "that was tough..." sighed Detpack.

"you're telling me, you don't have this gun to carry." said Slugger as he waved his heavy Gatling around. Markiv looked at his squad and then Shama.

"Shama, i want you to quickly sweep the building and see if there are any we missed... alone if you please." said Markiv.

"are you sure master?" asked Shama.

"dead sure." as Shama got up, Markiv simply rose and put his hand on his former Padawans shoulder. "you have been an excellent Padawan to me and you will grow to be a powerful Jedi. you can handle this little task by yourself... the force will be with you... always." said Markiv.

"Master, i sense something is wrong, you feel tense."

"it is nothing, go... please..." said Markiv. Shama looked at Misfit Squad, they were so named because of their minor mutations that weren't enough to have them removed during the tough screening process. there was Slugger, the Heavy Weapons trooper who was 6 inches taller than other Clones, Detpack, although you couldn't tell it, he had a 6th toe on his right foot, the team called it his "Lucky Toe." Blaze was a Jet-trooper with Ginger hair, Scoper the Sniper, he had a strange mark on his cheek that looked like a cross-hair, and finally, their commander, Ovebi. he was the most cunning of clones that Shama had met, others joked that he had a little more Jango in him that the others. Shama smiled and then ran off. "May the Force be With You!" Markiv shouted to his old Padawan. he then turned around just in time to see Ovebi putting away a holo-projector. "i presume that it is too late for me to order that you ignore that last order..." said Markiv. the Clones raised their weapons at the master.

"i am sorry General... but we are no longer required to follow your orders... the Jedi have began acting against the good of the Republic and you are to be removed from power with Lethal Force." said Blaze. Markiv looked around his squad and saw that none were going to back down, not even his most trusted of allies Ovebi

"alright..." said Markiv, he activated his lightsabers and slowly took his combat stance. "i have one last order for you... Misfit Squad." the Clones took aim. "don't you dare hold back on me, i want to go down with dignity."

"that General... is the least we can do." said Ovebi, the entire of Misfit Squad saluted their former commander and then took aim again. Markiv charged forwards with his lightsabers twirling to deflect the blasters, Scoper was never any good in close quarters and a stray bolt hit him in the chest, knocking him off of his feet. Blaze took several other hits, but his armour was thick enough to stop them from harming him too badly. Markiv got in close and managed to cut Sluggers Gatling in half before Force-Pushing Ovebi into a wall. his other saber then made short work of the taller Clone. Blaze grabbed Ovebi in his arms and began to crush him in a Bear-hug, but Markiv maneuvered his Blades and cut the clones arms off before impaling him on the blades. he then turned to Detpack, the only one left standing. the Clone took aim and fired, but Markiv jumped over and cut 2 deep gashes down Detpacks back and finally impaled him.

Markiv then relaxed and panted several times before he suddenly spasmed in pain as a pair of shots from a blaster pistol went into his back, forcing Markiv to drop his Lightsabers. Markiv turned around and saw Ovebi standing there with his Pistol raised. he then shot the Jedi twice in the front. the Master smiled and then with a strong Force-push, sent Ovebi into the wall again, this time, hard enough to knock him out cold. Markiv then fell to his knees before he fell on his face.

****

Shama was walking back when he heard the Blasters go off. "the Seperatists must have ambushed the Squad." he set off at a run. as he drew near, he heard 2 final blasts before Silence. he finally rounded a corner and saw the entire team dead "NO!!!!!" he shouted in anguish. "NO!!!" he ran over to his fallen master, as he passed Slugger, he noticed the Lightsaber wounds, he stood over Markivs body and looked at all of the Clones and his master, he saw that all of the Clones had been killed by lightsabers except for Markiv... but he couldn't see a single Droid body. he heard a cough from Markiv and Shama immediately darted to his masters side and turned him over, cradling the fallen Chiss' head in his arms. "MASTER!!! WHY!?!?! WHAT HAPPENED?!?!!" he was almost crying. every sense he head was fighting back tears.

"Deceived... by... Palpatine..." said the Master before he passed away. Shama then heard a pair of footsteps come from behind him, he then heard the voices of a Clone.

"please... get a medic." said Shama, to shocked to even shout anymore.

"i apologize, sir... but... we are no longer required to follow your orders." said the Clone slowly.

"you killed him..." said Shama, his vision was blurring up. "you killed him..." he then rose and turned around, he was seeing just a red Haze instead of vision. "YOU KILLED HIM!!!!" Shama felt the Anger well up inside of him and he threw his arms out in front of him, arcs of blue lightning shot into the Troopers and they began writhing in pain whilst standing, Shama relented enough for them to fall to the floor before he began again, this time continuing until they weren't moving anymore. Shama's vision returned to him and he looked at his hands... they were shaking uncontrollably. he fell onto his back-side and began to cry. "I KILLED OUT OF ANGER!!!" he cried. "I LOST MARKIV!!! AND NOW I HAVE FALLEN TO THE DARK SIDE!!!"

"no you haven't." said a re-assuring voice that Shama recognised. he turned to see that Markivs body had now disappeared leaving only his clothes. Shama looked around again and saw a ghostly form. "i apologize for what you just went through." said the ghost.

"MARKIV?!?!?" shrieked Shama, it was an unintentional shriek, but the phlegm in his throat had welled up and he was unable to make that sound at any other pitch as he tried to exclaim whilst swallowing the phlegm before he choked.

((will continue this in next post, please do not interact with Shama.))

[Spuds31]

K-01's sensors flickered on. There was someone in the shop. One of the scavengers. A Jawa.

"Jawa... Native of Tatooine..." K-01 beeped quietly in binary.

The Jawa simply bartered with Watto over some power converters. Or perhaps some droid parts.

The Jawa approached K-01, looking him over. Then the small creature pointed at the droid, and said something in Jawaese.

"How much for this one?" K-01 silently translated.

Watto hovered his way over to K-01.

"I can sell him to you for... Eh. 4,000 credits." Watto said.

"I would advise against that, master Watto." K-01 jumped in.

Watto looked at him. "And why would that be?" the Toydarian asked.

"First of all, my personal interest. I would rather fall into the ownership of scavengers. Second of all, I'm sure you could get a much higher price for me, as I possess a multitude of protocol and battle functions." K-01 explained.

"Okay then. 6,000." Watto said.

"The parts required to construct a portion of me would cost 6,000." K-01 replied.

Watto scoffed, then turned to the Jawa. "7,000 credits for the one-of-a-kind droid." he said.

The Jawa shook its head. Then spoke in Jawaese again. K-01 didn't bother translating. He already knew that there was no way this purchase was happening.

"7,000 is my final price." Watto said. The Jawa shook its head again, then walked out of the store.

Before Watto returned to regular business, he glared at K-01. "Hm..." he groaned.

Watto returned to his shop, while K-01 stood there silently.

He was trying to prevent purchase to any simpleton. K-01 required a suitable master, not a meager scavenger.

[Colonel Caboose]

"Your the boss..." Mesh'la said in a sly voice. Though her rest was short lived as she was being hailed, directly from the top of command? Mesh'la leaned forward from her laid back postion as a hologram of Palpatine came alive on her gauntlet projector.

"The Republic has fallen, and the Galatic Empire has rose from its ashes, Execute order 66..." Darth Sidious said in a screeching voice. All the commandos peered around, their grips tightened on their deeces. General Gin was standing right before them, he would obviously see the transmission.

Mesh'la looked at the hologram of the new supreme commander who had just executed the eradication of all jedi. "Understood sir." Mesh'la said in a cold stone voice and turned the hologram up. She looked at Gin and her commandos who were ready for the command. "I might have been obliged to carry out that order, if I hadn't just quit the Republic." Mesh'la looked to her commandos, their loyalty was being tested, They were created to serve the Republic, but Mesh'la was family who wanted something more for them than military life and to be nothing more than slaves with numbers as names.

"Sorry General, but I have my orders to serve the Republic..." He stood and took aim, but Mesh'la quickly moved into his way. A'den was never really one for deserting GAR unlike his brothers. It took him a bit longer to warm up to new ideas. "I order you to stand down citizen, I won't hesitate to take you out also." A'den said to Mesh'la. The other commandos didn't dare move, both Mesh'la and A'den were to very close family members and it was better they let them settle it out before intervening.

"That's just it, you're free. You were made to serve the Republic, not some shabla galatic empire thing. With that in mind make your decision. You make the choice, not someone else you..." Mesh'la said as she removed her helmet and looked at him. She couldn't see his eyes, but her could definitely she hers. A'den was about to pull the trigger, but released and brought down his weapon.

"I...I'm sorry vod, I... I would never think about hurting, but I almost did, I can't believe it... I'm so sorry." A'den said almost in a childs voice, he may of looked like a grown man, but he was still only 11 years old. His commando brothers patted him and some words were spread through their private comm to help relive his guilt.

"General G.... Gin seems your on Palpatine's hit list, and I will be sooner or late, so what's the plan? Get off planet side now? Head to the lower levels, wait it out a while? You know I'm just about good at anything." Mesh'la said as she placed her helmet back on ready to get Gin to safety.

[Nacho]

"The Republic has fallen, and the Galatic Empire has rose from its ashes, Execute order 66..."

Gin was just about to head back to the Temple til he heard something that sparked his curiosity. He turned to find a hologram of a hooded figure being emitted from Mesh'la's arm. He wanted to ask the question 'what was Order 66?' Gin didn't need to ask to sort of get an idea as to what Order 66 was. One of Mesh'la's Clone Commandos stood before him, gun drawn, and ready to shoot. Gin's body quickly tensed, he stood still and looked to Mesh'la and the others, waiting to see if they would follow this Commando in front of him. He didn't reach for his lightsaber as that would probably urge the Commando to fire.

Again, Gin wanted to order the Commando to drop his weapon down. The Clones were made to comply with any order they were given, regardless of what that order was. Thankfully Mesh'la stepped in and knocked some sense into the Clone, talking him into dropping his weapon.

Mesh'la mentioned to Gin that he was on this "hit list". Everything seemed to be coming into place, Order 66 must be something meant to eradicate the Jedi. Although Gin was just saved by Mesh'la, he still felt uneasy, uncomfortable being with this group of people. If indeed the Clones were ordered to kill the Jedi, at any moment, some other Clones might jump out and surely take Gin out.

"I... think I have to... get going." Gin slowly walked backwards, then broke into a sprint, distancing him from the Commandos.

[Colonel Caboose]

Mesh'la watched Gin run away and burst into a sprint. Mesh'la looked at her commandos. "Get to my ship and have it ready for a hot pick up, just incase. If there's any problems along the way 'fix them' I'm going after Gin." Mesh'la said and didn't wait for a reply. Her commandos watched her run after Gin. A'den looked at the others and they nodded. They took off as well to retrieve Mesh'la's ship. If there was ever a time to abandon the bandwagon, it was now in the mass chaos that was to occur through the city planet.

Mesh'la cotinued to run after Gin and finally caught up with him. Her gear was heavy, she hadn't had any sleep in the last three days and was running purely of stims. She watched as another transmission was incoming and she was worried perhaps it was Palpatine checking in already Osik osik osik.... She thought to herself and decided to answer it through her commlink in her buy'ce (helmet) she also patched Gin through incase he thought she was scheming something, but she hoped he didn't, it would definitely stab a whole in their friendship. "Mesh'la where are you!? The GAR commands in a frenzy, some new crazy battle legion called the 501st has just marched into the jedi temple lead by someone called Darth Vader? On top of that clones are killing their jedi masters right and left, or any jedi period. Half the jedi council is dead and the other half probably isn't far behind. I'm ordering Ba'slan shev'la, all my commandos are to scatter and wait for my command. Sabre squad told me they had to wait for you?" A'den Mesh'la's father and the only non-jedi in charge of a commando battalion.

"I'm busy, I'm helping a...friend. Don't worry buir, it won't take long.....hopefully." Mesh'la replied in a whimpering voice waiting to hear her fathers rant.

"I don't know what the shabla your doing, but finish it quick, and meet me at the extraction point. Colonel A'den out..." the transmission ended and Mesh'la was now able to focuse on the task at hand, which was whatever Gin was planning to do. If he's ordering the Ba'slan shev'la, then the GAR command must be a mess and won't notice 48 commandos randomly going missing, unless her father had a plan for that.

[UnknownSoldier]

Planet: Felucia
Mission: Heading to setup forward base

'really, how much longer is this going to take? We've been walking forever and all I've been doing is following this jedi for the la--'

("Order 66 has been executed, you know what to do men." -- Republic Frigate in space)

'Wait... Order 66, that's... no.... but why...'

"General, there's an update in the mission..." I said, sighing as me and my squad walked a little further, the vehicles stopping, knowing what was happening. Aayla agreed and stopped just ahead of us, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry General," before she turned around, me and my two patrol mates aimed and fired, shooting her in the back. The others opened fire from behind us, ensuring her death. I stood there for a moment and watched the blaster bolts firing into her as she laid there. I slowly let my arms fall, the rifle to the side. My thoughts raced fast, 'I just killed my general, and the others, in the galaxy, did so as well.Could I be the only one thinking this?'

I signaled the rest of the vehicles to continue, and ordered the two patrol men to accompany me as I took them off the path to speak to them. We had ventured enough away from the others to the point I stopped and turned to speak to them. "Are we really to kill the ones that we were made to save?" The patrolmen hesitated as they looked at me. "It was a direct order, you have to understand it's what we do. Don't go against orders, Captain. Now we need to be ahead of the rest, make sure nothing sneaks up on them. Let's go." one of them spoke out, they both turned to head back towards the caravan.

"Hey, hold on. Now I know we're classified as slaves but we're not dro--" I was cut off, as the two patrolmen quickly turned towards me, aiming their blaster rifles at me. "You're not going to betray us, are you Captain?" the other one asked, they were both ready to fire on me.

I took a breath and calmed down from the sight. "You mean like what you did to the General." Just as I finished my sentence, they had the thought of betrayal in me and opened fire. I quickly fired back with my own pistol, not having enough time to aim my rifle and clutch the trigger. I took one of them out and he fell into the other patrolmen, at first, the other one missed as I crouched but he fired again as he was fell on. He shot my leg and I fell to the ground, quickly firing back up at him, hitting him in the chest.

After things calmed down I tried to stand up, limping.
("Captain, is everything alright? We heard blaster shots." said the pilot of the AT-OT)
I pressed into my comm link, "No no, everything is fine here, I'll be back shortly."
("Understood, sir" -- Pilot out)
I shook my head and continued back to the landing area where it was clear enough to drop everyone off. At this point I couldn't trust anyone else, I had to get out of here. But I didn't know where to go, surely if I went to Coruscant the jedi would be killed there as well.

Once I made it back, I found my LAAT ship and continued to it. "Hey Pilot, out of the cockpit. I think the forest is making the comms malfunction, we've been trying to... eh... radio you in. They need an extra hand to repair the AT-OT, one of it's legs jammed up."

"Sir are you alright? You're shot." the pilot said, opening the cockpit and climbing out. "That's why I'm taking the LAAT back up to the frigate, get healed. I can fly my own ship, just get to the others." I was struggling to walk, and now my leg was seriously in pain.

'There has to be somewhere I can go.'