Base 97, a Republic outpost on Garqi's surface of little importance - save that it houses a captured Jedi, who is being prepared for execution. Hundreds of Clones anxiously patrol the grounds, awaiting the command to destroy their charge. A drop ship is just touching down - a routine, scheduled munitions delivery - and it's about to tear them a new one.

Inside, the cells where surprisingly quiet. A very small amount of jedi where there, but most seemed almost too contempt with their current situation. Most stayed stationary for very long times, meditating, and thinking, while others gravely talked of what they are to do when this was all said and done. Of the many who seemed unscathed by the energy shields keeping them contained or the death that awaited, one was not so calm. Short grunts and angry swearing in his natural language came from a figure in a darker corner. His skin was tan, almost too tan. His face was covered by a strange ivory mask. He was struggling with the cuffs over his hands, growing more and more angry at them.
"Grrrr, these damn cuffs. When I get out, you're all gonna get it" He muttered to himself, staring at the clone guards. They only scuffed in return to his words.
"Listen, the only one who's 'gonna get it' is you"

"We are closing in on the Republic outpost. I hope you all remember the plan. Arrival in T-minus 3 minutes!" Shanas voice echoed through their encrypted comm link they established for this mission. It didn't take long until their LAAT showed up on the clones radar. They immediately contacted the pilot of the LAAT and ordered him to transmit the codes. Shana smirked and mumbled to herself "Oh don't worry we got 'em right here thanks to our sponsor~". She transmitted the data and was given clearance to land on Plattform 1/B.
The LAAT approached said plattform for landing. Some clones were already waiting on the plattform to get the 'ammunition'. Shana slowly brought down the LAAT on the elvated plattform and sent one last message through the comms "About three clones on the plattform to get the cargo, one on a tower Northwest from us overseeing it. Let's crash the party~".

@DiZL ReloadeD

"Guns are ready captain!" Jen said, poking her head into the cockpit, "Everything is prepared just as you asked."
There was beeping from outside, Ruby floating in midair. Jen rolled her eyes at what the droid had said.
"Yes, I know you helped," she said, grumbling a little at the sassy robot.

Sora was on the ground two seconds before the craft that brought her having leapt for the open hatch her heavy Blaster Carbine slamming the two clone troopers in their chest then flinging them on their backs.

"Copies" snarled the tall Ko'Secti on disgust

To her these puppets were abominations and deserving of being used as Target Practice an nothing more.

She ran away from the bulk of the LAAT firing wildly an drawing fire from the tower so one of her fellow mercenary could take it out.

As the ship touched down Lance quickly disembarked from it and opened fire on the remaining clone trooper with his blaster pistol.

"Platform clear, We need the enemy on the Northwest watchtower taken care of", Lance said as he took cover behind a crate. He peeked as one of the mercenary's was under fire from the watchtower.

Renny was sat in one of the Beam turrets as the ship came in over the small outpost. "Yo, big guy, we're coming up on the LZ" he said. He then heard the pilot announce the same thing "That was my line." he grunted.

Inuel took his comm-link out as it spoke to him. "Remember, stay in that pod. I've never worked with this woman before, but she seems a capable enough pilot. Pick your targets carefully." he replied.

"Will do." Renny said, adjusting the head-mounted comm-link, it was awkward to wear as it had been designed for someone much older than himself. Inuel tapped his cybornetic leg and his hidden holster extended, allowing him to draw his pistol. He looked at the rest of the band. A pair of Mandelorians, strange to see them, they must have been Death-watch remnants, seeing how the rest of their species were pacifists. He remembered the old days of the Mandolorian Wars... Only sparsely, 4000 years of memory being stored in a brain only just larger than that of a human meant that he only remembered the big parts. The only part of that war that he remembered clearly was the only part that was impossible to forget, no matter how much Juma he had downed to try and remove that terrible memory. Though he hadn't been their to witness it, he had heard the force let out a shriek that would deafen anyone close enough to the epicenter as millions cried out in horror, being crushed under the weight of their own combusting skin at Malachor V. He shivered a little as that terrifying thought occured to him and thanked the force that such a terrible device had never been replicated. The power to destroy a planet was far too great for any one man to wield, much less Revan... Or whoever it was that fired it.

The two droids and their owners were a strange sight... That being said, he had no idea who owned the Astromech. He walked towards the droid and bent down. "Whatever you do, don't let the boy anywhere near your access panel. Last droid that let him, he removed it's behavior protocols and it murdered it's master. Don't know what happened to it, I heard it's a mercenary now." he then walked back to the door as it opened and the female Mandolorian jumped out. Renny immediately taking aim at the tower with the beam-cannon, cutting the tower in half, before it collapsed. Inuel dropped out and walked towards one of the tall crates on the landing pad and leant against it, only 3 guys left, he wasn't going to spoil everyone else's fun.

@manapool1

Near restless padawan was jedi master Revalda, who would usually respond to Ugo. However this time something unusual seemed with jedi master. Usual hed meditate and have small chat with padawan. But this time something was wrong, hes seemingly was walking in circles and breathing uncontrolably, while showing signs of pain. For quiet a while he wasnt saying a word, even when padawan talked to him.

Suddenly he stops, he dosent move for a minute. Then he looks at young kaleesh "Hambia... I sense rage from you... I sense darkness across the galaxy... Force is off balance... Yet... Yet..." He stops for second, he puts his hand on his head. "Something... I feel that clones arent the last thing well see..." He sits down, sighs. "Siths unbalancing the force is giving me a big headache, but i dont expect them to care about balance. Just shows that theyre enjoying revenge alot.

The clones, taken back by this, where not able to alert any one of the sudden burst of combat, leaving the alarms unsounded and the guards for the jedi as calm as ever. Unfortunately, the ruckus they had started made enough noise to alert more men. Two patrol squads decided to go check in the cargo bay, opening it to see dead clones and quickly piece together what had just happened. In almost no time they where filing into the room, hoping to find cover before they alerted the rest of the guards. Each of them laying suppressing fire as they moved towards various crates. They where clearly very well trained.

Ugo looked to the man, he could tell he was restless. Ugo had never seen a jedi master in a panic like this, let alone one who seemed so sound and calm as this one. His anger changed to fear for the man, as well as what would come to him soon. The man's words, however troubled him. Taking a few deep breaths, he managed to calm himself. Standing up he walked towards the cell bars.
"I think the old man's gone senial on us" One of the clones jokingly spoke, the other turning to him. Even under his mask you could feel his grin.
"Well, maybe we'll have to put him down, don't want to trouble the other prisoners do we?" He teased in return, both of them laughing.
"Master, do not listen to them. I know we won't die here...I know it! Both of us will leave, and...and we will destroy the sith and cast away the darkness, we are jedi, no ba-" He began to preach, his accent very thick, sounding very powerful and compassionate. he was interrupted by the butt of a lazer pistol to the nose, and he felt it bleed.
"You're too noisy, 'ugo' was it? Keep talking like that and you might find yourself in the garbage compresser"

@Carlsberg @RumikoOhara @mattmanganon @pkken
"Excellent job you two, and just in time!" Shana complimented Jen, just as she noticed a hangar gate opening. Clones were pouring out of the hangar accompanied by two AT-RTs. "All right! Let's see what happens when they get their own weapons pointed at them!". The LAAT's engine roared as it ascended, hovering slightly above the landing plattform. Shana turned the Gunship to the left so it was facing the incoming reanforcements. The Clone Troopers tried to take cover as they figured out what Shana had in mind, but the moment they realised it they were already under heavy fire from the two front turrets. Almost more than half of the reanforcements, including one of the two AT-RTs, got decimated immediately as they were charging towards the plattform while being in the open.
Shana switched on her comm-link "Just be warned guys, the entire base already knows we are here. So they will probably throw everything they have at us. I'll try hold the landing plattform as good as I can. You guys hurry and get the target before things get messy. And don't forget to take care of their Anti-Air weapon systems! It's ok as long as I simply hover above the landing plattform but we won't be able to take off and leave unless they are taken care of!"

Inuel heard the orders come through his comm-link, he sighd, before beginning to move again, ducking blaster fire, he pointed his blaster around the pipe and took aim at a Clone that popped out of cover, then fired, the Clone fell backwards. He sighed a little, he had helped train some of the clones. He just hoped these weren't anyone from Dianoga Squad. He then drew one of his blades with his other hand, then rolled from the cover of one crate to the cover of another. He then took a few more shots. "We came in all wrong, even the 6 of us can't take an entire batallion of troops." he said into his Comm-link. A Clone rounded the corner, not hearing him over the sound of battle, Inuel ran him through with his blade, before throwing him to the ground.

"Say's you." replied Renny over his comms, before a green beam shot over him and there was an explosion from out of Inuels view, as Renny shot a full energy-cell that was to be loaded into the AA-batteries. "YAHOO!!!" he yelled. He then saw several of the clones loading their Missile Launchers. "Umm... Yo, Shan'" he said. "They're rolling out the Missiles. YO, GUYS, THEY'RE ABOUT TO SHOOT US DOWN, TAKE OUT THE MISSILES!!" he yelled. He took aim himself and sprayed a wide beam of destruction, but these weren't built for precision accuracy, more for blasting great swathes out of a battlefield.

Inuel saw one of the Missile-Launcher wielding clones being cut in half by the laser. He ran over and grabbed it, before taking aim at the AT-RT and pulling the trigger.

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Jen ran to the back of the ship where the ramp was, pulling her blaster out and putting it to the highest setting. Ruby beeped wildly behind her.
"What do you mean its a bad idea? You don't even know what I'm going to do!" She said, standing on the ramp, one hand wrapped around one of the hydraulics, "Trust me, it'll work."
She took a breath and swung out the side of the ramp, holding on to the hydraulics so she didn't fall. She took careful aim at one of the rocket troopers before firing, the force of the shot sending him flying backwards, a crunch heard as he hit the wall.

C7 rolled over to the front of the ship, plugging into a port and taking control of one of the laser cannons. He heard somebody yell about missiles, and he quickly found the troopers, firing at them with the cannon. The blast knocked the remaining clone troopers off of their feet, blowing some to pieces, but he saw one that got up, aiming his missile launcher. *droidspeak*Look out, one survived!*droidspeak* The surviving clone fired, sending a missile hurtling toward the bottom of the ship.

Sora grinned her expression feral glee as she saw a pattern in her foe's attack style that came from sharing the same body across their ranks.

"The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, eboth her own and the enemies." She recalled her War mother's words and seized control of the flow of combat around herself as only she could.

Her Carbine pulsed with deadly accuracy the puppets only salvation luck kept them from falling victim of her training as they fell in groups wherever her gaze choose them.

She moved randomly her strides staggering from fore to aft an side to side making her an unpredictable target. In her mind she sang a battle song that came up from a time long forgotten when her people fought as a race and the galaxy trembled at the mention of their name.

Soon she was in close quarters with the children of Jingo her Carbine slung by it's strap her Beskad clutched gently in her left hand her right held her Blaster Pistol as it took any foolish enough to challenge her.

Sora didn't know who her targets for rescue were but she thanked them for their existence for if they were not prisoners she would presently languish a prisoner of training and not be the instrument of war she was now.

Lance crouched, his back to a crate, he took a peek out was shot at quickly. He took cover once again, "I'm having second thoughts if this was worth the credits offered, they're so many clones". Lance moved to the other side of the crate and focused fire on a clone troopers upper body sending 4 shots at his chest area. Lance went back into cover reaching for his equipment belt and grabbing a thermal detonator. He pressed the button on it ""Explosive out" Lance said giving warning to his allies as he threw the bomb into into the middle of 4 clones.

Jen quickly pulled herself back in as the rocket shot past, barely missing her. Ruby beeped a little, bumping against Jen.
"Im fine, I'm fine. Don't worry," she said, before striding back into the ship, heading towards the cockpit. She crouched next to Shana.
"How is she holding up?" She asked, referring to the shuttle they were in.

Sora fought as if she was engaged in a wild dance. Her Carbine's muzzle firing so rapidly it glowed a dull golden red before she ducked behind an obstacle an strapped the powerful Blaster to her back.

Six clone troopers took advantage of her pause in fire to rush her; too bad for them they have taken the bait. She counter attacked Beskad clutched in her left and her right holding a Blaster Pistol

She was smiling as she skewered one of the clones then used him as a shield on her left as she shot two clones on her right.

Ugo was not able to do much more before he noticed more and more clones moved into the room. She watched as sheilds went up and turrets where moved into place to prepare for a fight. The door to the cell room was closed once more. Ugo knew what was happening, as the explosions from the other rooms had echoed before him. He, like many other jedi, moved to get a closer look as all the gaurds awaited the inevitable door opening.

Meanwhile, in the hanger, a decent amount of storm troopers had planted themselves behind proper cover and fired blindly or with quick aim, making them hard to hit. The flow seemed to stop, but the alarm was still blaring. The gaurds where now preparing stop the mercenaries that would come for the jedi, using proper defenses and traps they where setting up as they speak.

Inuel pulled his sword out of one last clone, before kicking his corpse to the ground. He looked down with disgust at his own actions. It didn't feel right having helped to train some of these people, and now end them. Sure, they weren't the ones he trained, but they looked the same, acted the same... He grabbed one of their carbines and holstered his pistol. Save on ammo. He poked around the corner before firing at them.

The last of the cover exploded, thanks to the beam-cannon at Renny's control. Fortunately, the missile launched at the ship by the clone had taken out the other Beam-turret. The one he hadn't been sat at the controls of. With the cover gone, the clones behind it were cut to pieces by blaster-fire. Inuel ran for the door to the main complex, looking out into a corridor, A blaster bolt whizzed past. It was only a retreating clone taking a pot-shot, but it was enough to force Inuel on-guard. He then looked again to see the clone disappear. He motioned for the others to follow him.

@Carlsberg @HaltingBlooper
Again Jen came into the cockpit, accompanied by C7, and crouched next to her asking about the LAAT's status. "So far so good, she's holding up nicely and we can laast out long enough for the others to rescue the target and bring it here." The clones knew as well that the LAAT will be a thorn in their sides until they take it down. An RPS-6 rocket launcher squad moved in and went in position. Taking good aim the clone fired the missile right at the LAAT. Shana who was a little distracted from the conversation with Jen almost didn't notice the incoming rocket if it weren't for C7's warning "Shit! Incoming rocket! Hold on tight!". She swiveled the ship sideways, although she couldn't dodge the missile she prevented major damage. The ship tottered slightly as the rocket hit the Beam cannon, but Shana kept it under control "Welp, thats one beam cannon down. Thanks C7, almost didn't see it coming."

@RumikoOhara @mattmanganon @pkken
Shana got back on the comm-link again. "All right, you had your fun, now back to the original objective. The clones underestimated us that's probably why they were so easy to kill at first, but they switched strategy and will be really though opponents. Trying to break through their frontline now would be suicide. We gotta split up in two groups. Group A helps defending the landing-plattform. Group B tries to find an alternative route and extract the Target. Backdoor, ventilation shaft, doesn't matter just get in, grab the target and get out!"

Sora hears the call and taps her comm
"Sora, targets locations an facility schematics show two ventilation points at grids L-27/P-2 an Y-9/C-11 which show high probability of successful entry and retrieval but might require air lift out. Presently heading to northern L-27/P-2 ventilation. " said the tall warrior as she pivoted out of combat and seemed to be in retreat.