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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 12/10/07 7:31am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Two posted.
	The Battle of Selvernos Part Three Day 0 An armored figure jogged briskly through the hallways of the Jedi temple, apologizing to any of the robed Jedi that he accidentally bumped into. He passed a window, noting how Coruscant still burned from the fierce battle that he had just left despite the best efforts of the civil services. One battle was over, he thought as he reached a door, and yet another was about to begin. He had been deep into the battle when Palpatine had been abducted by General Grievous, and had done all that he could do to bring the captured Chancellor back to the Republic’s side. He had failed, having been pinned down by battle droids and destroyers. The door opened in front of him, allowing him entrance. The conference room hadn’t even been dimmed yet, to his relief, signaling that he hadn’t been too late. The holoprojector sat unused in the middle of the room. On a raised platform that allowed a better sight of the tactical holomaps sat several humans. Sitting immediately next to the ramp that allowed access to the platform was another clone. The armor of the clone was white—as was standard in the Grand Army—but he wore dark red stripes instead of the teal of the 135th Legion. Also around the trooper’s waist was a dark leather kama that signified his place as an Advanced Recon Commando: ARC trooper. To Captain Milcan’s left was a human boy of about 13. General Fionst’s new Padawan, more than likely. The black-haired boy was fidgeting in his seat, no doubt trying to find the perfect balance of comfort and function. He smirked slightly, remembering having to do something similar on Kamino during his growth and training. General Fionst was next to his new Padawan, standing next to the railing, hands on top of the top rail. He was in his mid-thirties, and wore his light brown hair long. He paced slightly, waiting for the briefing to begin. Also in the room was a member of Republic Intelligence, looking through his datapad. “Sorry for being late,” the clone apologized as he walked quickly past the giant holoprojector and towards the ramp. “That’s all right, Commander Hal,” Merrick Fionst replied as the clone commander joined him. “Agent Tohmsan has been experiencing a few technical difficulties with the holoprojector. They just installed this thing here, so no doubt that there’s going to be some technical problems.” “Technology…” Hal chuckled, setting his helmet in his lap. “So,” he said, his voice turning serious, “what’s this about?” “We’re being sent to a planet named Selvernos,” Merrick replied, pointing towards the holoprojector. “They sent marching orders via my Padawan about an hour ago, but the info that I received was very vague. I just know the location.” A three-dimensional map of the galaxy materialized from the holoprojector, causing the Republic intelligence agent to breathe a sigh of relief. “About time,” he whispered. The hologram zoomed in towards the galactic core, the current political divisions of the galaxy painted in blue and red. A miniature version of Coruscant soon appeared in the display. A red line branched out from Coruscant and out towards the Outer Rim. It branched off into an orange line before leaving the Core Worlds, and continued towards another section of the Outer Rim. Just outside of Taris, a blue-green world popped into existence. A few projections of Trade Federation capital ships flanked the planet. “This is Selvernos, as you all know,” the intelligence agent explained, pushing a button to zoom in on the planet even closer. A large ocean separated two main continents, series of lesser land masses and island chains dotting the sea. “Mainly temperate in climate and home to some of the most beautiful forests in the galaxy—at least according to Chrono,” the agent joked. “Four weeks ago, Republic Intelligence located a Separatist base being constructed on planet after an underground movement of citizens managed to sneak word out of the invasion.” The planet zoomed in even closer, showing an area on the slightly larger continent. A river ran in from the coast, several hundred kilometers away, separating two of the three dots on the map from the other one. The larger dot represented the largest city on Selvernos: the planet’s capital, Gevest. Less than a hundred kilometers away from Gevest was a much smaller dot, placed next to a mountain. Mount Sentiss, the label said. “High command decided to send in two squads of clone commandos in an attempt to disrupt construction of the base and take out the Separatist forces by themselves. We lost contact with them and have presumed them dead. That was 15 days ago.” The small crowd murmured. In three weeks time, there would have been plenty of opportunity to retreat to Gevest or Mount Sentiss and get a comm signal out. “Is there any intel on exactly what we’re going to face when we get down there?” Hal asked. If he was going to go into a combat situation, it was much more comfortable to know what he was facing. “Our last info was three weeks ago,” the agent replied. “It’s obviously out of date. I can tell you that at that time, they had two Lucrehulks in orbit. It may have increased by now.” “That’s a lot of droids…” the Padawan said, his eyes widening in fear. “Don’t be afraid, Jorec,” Merrick replied. “It’s nothing that we haven’t handled in the past.” “Yes, Master Fionst,” the recently appointed Padawan replied. It was obvious that the only combat that the youngling had ever seen was simulated, Hal thought. Sparring matches with other students with training lightsabers. When he was the Padawan’s age—biologically at least—he was already undergoing live fire exercises in Tipoca City under the behest of his Kaminoan creators. At least this kid had Force powers, he added. “The spearhead will consist of four Venator Star Destroyers, eight Victory’s, and numerous smaller support craft,” the agent explained, putting up an image of a small fleet up on the holoprojector. “It’s being led by Admiral Marcus Lekine,” he added. The hologram shimmered into the image of a man in his late 50s. He wore the uniform of a man in the Republic Navy, the insignia of an admiral upon his left breast. His service record followed, materializing in front of the image. “As you can see, Admiral Lekine is a veteran of the ‘old’ Republic Judicial Fleet, having gotten his first experience of this conflict doing border patrols during the Separatist Crisis. He can lay claim to one of the first kills in the conflict,” the agent continued, “having destroyed a smuggling ship believed to have been ferrying weapons to the secession government of a planet.” “Where is Admiral Lekine?” Merrick asked. “I don’t see him here.” “He was detained on order of central command,” the agent stated. “He’s still up there in his ship mopping up the remainders of the Sep forces. Rest assured that he has been sent a briefing of the upcoming mission.” “When are we leaving?” Hal asked. “As soon as possible,” the agent replied. -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 12/10/07 9:09am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	great update with that description of the mission -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Raptor517 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 12/10/07 3:32pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	Having of fic of my own with a Clone commando starring, I'm enjoying this emmensely. Put me on the PM list, would you? Raptor517 -----signature----- Piercing the Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28010631/p1/?1 His Brother's Words http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26020497/p1/?3 Metamorphosis http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/24997946/p5/?7 Hunter's Vendetta http://
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yodas_waiter Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 12/14/07 7:56am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	Nice work on the build-up, Whiskers and a nice way to introduce the major players. Especially liked the feeling you gave young Jorec. I wonder how he wil cope under combat And so we find out what has happened to the Clones from chapter 1...or have we? Looking forward to the next update -----signature----- Padawan to Sionnach-Airgid Author of Chyler databank entry Nominated Best New Author in Before the Saga 06/07 The Enforcer (SW Super-hero tribute): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28028864/p1/?2
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correllian_ale Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/16/07 6:42am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	Gotta' echo yoda_waiter, I like how you're setting up all the pieces on the board. It's a cool precursor to Jorec's tale. -----signature----- You see I don't, I don't work with any exact boundaries of the law because I wasn't consulted when the g.d. laws were made. I govern my life around my own personal code of ethics, and I suggest that you do the same.
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snowspeeder_gunner Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 12/18/07 1:28pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	Oh, this is fitting together nicely. Can't wait to see what happens next! Keep up the great work! -----signature----- "You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29052620&brd=10476&replies=0 hide^
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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 12/20/07 12:10pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	earlybird-obi-wan great update with that description of the mission Thanks! The battle will be beginning shortly, and I hope that it will live up to the expectations. Raptor517 Having of fic of my own with a Clone commando starring, I'm enjoying this emmensely. Glad to be hearing that. I'm enjoying writing this. Put me on the PM list, would you? Will do Yodas_waiter Nice work on the build-up, Whiskers and a nice way to introduce the major players. Introducing the majority of the major characters in this chapter was kind of difficult to do, as I felt that I had to make them very distinguishable and memorable. True, I've written a majority of them before, but it's been so long since I've done so. Especially liked the feeling you gave young Jorec. I wonder how he wil cope under combat Thanks. Jorec has to be one of my favorite characters that I've created. His first experience with real combat is going to be good, I feel. And so we find out what has happened to the Clones from chapter 1...or have we? Looking forward to the next update Sadly, yes. They were just supposed to be one-shot characters who helped introduce the situation. correllian-ale Gotta' echo yoda_waiter, I like how you're setting up all the pieces on the board. Thanks. It's a cool precursor to Jorec's tale. Technically, it's happening at the same time, retelling certain events and showing other perspectives. That doesn't mean that I won't change things, though. snowspeeder_gunner Oh, this is fitting together nicely. The battle is shaping up to be a big one. It may not be a major battle in the long term of galactic civilization, but for the characters... Can't wait to see what happens next! It's going to be interesting... -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 12/21/07 10:47am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	The Battle of Selvernos Part 4 Day 0.9 CIS Base, Selvernos A battle droid walked through the brightly lit hallways of the relatively recently constructed base of the Confederacy, the sound of his metallic feet hitting the durasteel floor echoing off the walls. Upon a belt-like construction across the droid’s waist were a variety of instruments: macrobinoculars, a spare comlink in case his internal one was damaged in battle, and a small emergency repair kit. With these tools was a blaster carbine, easily drawn during a battle. A yellow dot upon the tan metal of his chest designated him apart physically from the other battle droids on the planet, as did a command backpack jutting up from where the back plating would have been on a standard droid. Mentally, he was nearly twice as intelligent and wise as the common droids, that extra space accommodating enhanced programming regarding tactics and command functions. “OOM-1984 reporting in as ordered,” he said as he entered the command room. Across from the droid, sitting in a chair next to a holographic representation of the system, was a blond-haired man. He was beginning to enter middle age, but was still in good physical condition. Blue eyes turned to the droid. “I trust the mission went well?” the human asked. “Yes, General Rellin,” the droid replied to the system’s CIS commander. “One of the local resistance groups has been neutralized.” “Casualties?” Rellin asked. “Both sides,” he added before the droid could answer. “As part of my two platoons, 15 droids were damaged, 10 irreparably,” the command droid replied. Units 5563 and 5212 are currently in Maintenance undergoing extensive repairs.” “And the rebels?” “Of the 24 that we encountered, ten were killed and eight were wounded before the rest surrendered. The prisoners are currently in prison camp.” “Hopefully this convinces the civilians to quiet down,” Rellin sighed. “I don’t like killing innocents…” “Innocents typically don’t shoot at military forces,” the command droid replied. “They aren’t even trained military, though.” “It is almost certain that we will encounter some trained military soon,” the command droid replied. “After killing the commando units that attacked us weeks ago, we can be assured that the Republic knows of our operations on this planet.” “I’m counting on that,” Rellin stated, pushing a button on his chair, causing the map to zoom in towards the planet. A single Trade Federation droid control ship and three of her more powerfully armed sisters orbited the planet as part of the blockade that had been enacted since the occupation first began. They were joined by four nearly 1,200 meter long light destroyers furnished by the Commerce Guild. These ships, officially designated Recusant-class, were thin, with a slender neck separating the main body of the vessel from its front. A single communications frigate, this ship courtesy of the Banking Clan, kept a majority of all unauthorized transmissions from leaving the system. Numerous other support craft filled the void between the capital ships, as did squadrons of droid starfighters on a constant patrol. “I think we’re well stocked for an invasion,” he said. * Day One “Twenty minutes to reversion into realspace,” a calm voice said over the interior com systems of Tarsus Valorum, the Venator-class Star Destroyer that was serving as the flagship of the upcoming battle. Inside the main hangar of the destroyer, clones and non-clones rushed to their stations. “Let’s move it, First Platoon!” Lt. Trem called to the soldiers under his command as they rushed towards their designated LAAT. The roughly 30 clone troopers rapidly filed into the craft, holding on to the netting at the top of the vessel. Trem quickly inspected every one of them as they passed him by. “Hold it,” he said to a clone with a slight limp. “You going to be okay with this, Emren?” he asked, remembering the shrapnel wound that the sergeant had received on Coruscant just a day previously. “Bacta works miracles, lieutenant,” Emren replied. “Med droids said I’m combat ready.” “Get in,” Trem said, immediately switching to a private channel with central control to confirm the diagnosis. Emren had a habit of not wanting to quit, saying that anything less than going all out would be tantamount to treason as far as his men were concerned. Thankfully, Trem was not forced to drag the sergeant out of the LAAT, as a miniature copy of the certification appeared in the left corner of his HUD. As the last soldier stepped foot into the now nearly full transport, Trem himself boarded the ship. “All in!” he reported to the crew as he pulled the boarding door shut. On the other side of the transport, the second door was closed. After a warning from the crew to avoid putting their hands near the doors, they mechanically finished closing, sealing with a hiss to prevent the vacuum of space from getting in. Jorec Merridon jogged throughout the hangar bay, making his way through the maze of bodies and ships that littered the large area. “35-B, 35-B,” he constantly whispered, trying to find the landing zone for the LAAT that he and his Master had been assigned to. Master Fionst had left early, cutting short a lesson in deflecting blaster fire, and telling Jorec to meet him there once the training remote’s cycle had finished. The young Padawan looked at the various starfighters and troop transports as he made his way. An ARC-170 was being loaded up, the two clone pilots and the single tail gunner climbing the yellow ladders that would take them into their craft. A squadron of V-19s, a type of fighter aircraft that had been heavily favored at the beginning of the war until the V-wing entered the theater, began the preflight checks. The V-wings were also getting ready to launch. Jorec’s mind was elsewhere, however. He had never been in combat before. No real combat, anyway. His limited experience when it came to battle were sparring matches in the Jedi temple. His nerves flared up, forcing him to take several deep intakes of breath and a Jedi relaxation technique in order to calm them down. Soon, his breathing returned to normal, and the young Jedi began anew his search for the proper landing bay. An ARC trooper with blue stripes across his armor soon appeared in Jorec’s eyesight. He couldn’t remember the trooper’s name, or even his operating number, so he did his best. “Sir,” he called out, tapping the trooper on the arm. The clone turned around. “Corporal Merridon,” he said. “What’s wrong?” Jorec sighed, slightly embarrassed. “Do you know where 35-B is? I’m kind of lost, what with the action going on in here.” “Follow me,” Milcan replied. “I’m due to be aboard the LAAT in ‘C’.” The ARC trooper paused for a second before leading the Jedi towards the proper area in the hangar. “Personally, I think the LAAT assignments are kind of flawed,” he said. “How so?” Jorec asked, not quite knowing what the trooper was referring to. “That one transport is going to have two of the four Jedi on this planet, as well as the commander onboard,” Milcan answered. “If it gets shot down, the whole chain of command’s going to be thrown through a loop.” “Sh-shot down?!” Jorec replied, his already deepening voice squeaking with fright. “The Seps aren’t exactly going to let us go in and land on their occupied planet without a fight, you know,” the trooper responded. “Don’t worry, though,” he quickly added after turning around and seeing the nervousness on the Jedi’s face. “The chances of it happening to your craft as opposed to the 50 that are landing are in your favor.” “I hope so,” Jorec sighed. Within seconds, the two had reached the adjacent LAATs, sitting on the durasteel floor. White-clad soldiers still climbed into the craft, one at a time. Jorec thanked the ARC trooper for his help as he jogged towards his own transport. He waited at the end of the line of soldiers, adjusting the lightsaber on his belt. It had been built by his Master as a part of Fionst’s own apprenticeship. As the last clone trooper boarded, Jorec leapt up aboard the craft. “I was beginning to wonder if you had ran off,” Merrick Fionst said from the other side of the transport, chuckling as the doors to the transport were closed. “I got lost…” Jorec explained. “Five minutes before launch,” the flight controller reported, his voice coming in through speakers installed in the ceiling. * Admiral Markus Lekine stood above the pit crew on the Venator’s bridge, watching as the bluish tunnel of hyperspace swirled outside of the viewscreen. “Ten seconds, admiral,” an officer in the pit said. “Seven…” Soon, the tunnel imploded, bringing into view an image of Selvernos, it’s diameter as large as a person to Lekine’s eyes. The Separatist fleet shimmered in the sunlight. “Initiate launch,” he ordered. “Fighters first, then the troop transports.” The admiral watched as the center of the Star Destroyer split open, letting out the remaining air that had somehow managed to linger after the initial decompression. Fighters poured out of the hangar, a squadron at a time. Satisfied that the launch was going well, Lekine retreated to the rear of the bridge, towards the large holomap that he would rely on for the rest of the battle, trusting that starfighter command in the second bridge could take care of the rest of the launches. Already, preliminary sensor data poured the information on both formations into three-dimensional forms on the map. “Ready turbolasers on all ships and fire at will once we get into range,” he ordered, mentally noting that it wouldn’t happen for at least another minute. -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 12/21/07 10:56am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	great description of that preparation on both sides for the battle. -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Raptor517 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 12/22/07 3:26pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	Great update. Looking forward to the battle. Raptor517 -----signature----- Piercing the Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28010631/p1/?1 His Brother's Words http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26020497/p1/?3 Metamorphosis http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/24997946/p5/?7 Hunter's Vendetta http://
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snowspeeder_gunner Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 12/23/07 2:25pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	The suspense is building, I can't wait to read the battle. Great job! -----signature----- "You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29052620&brd=10476&replies=0 hide^
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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 12/31/07 8:54pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	earlybird-obi-wan great description of that preparation on both sides for the battle. Thanks. I felt that it was very necessary to write the preperations of the battle, so that one could really see what was going on when it actually took place. Raptor517 Great update. Looking forward to the battle. The first part of the battle was very interesting to write, as I had to fact check it repeatedly. I hope that it turns out great. snowspeeder_gunner The suspense is building, I can't wait to read the battle. THanks! -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 1/1 2:56pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	The Battle of Selvernos Part 5 Day One In Selvernan Orbit The Tarsus Valorum flew through the hectic void, every crewmember of the twin-bridged Star Destroyer bristling for the combat that was just ahead. Gunners stood in their stations, the primarily clone crew waiting with a silent resolve. The few crewmembers that weren’t needed in the battle: the cooks and other simple service workers, waited in their battle stations for orders. Marcus Lekine looked at his holographic map. Small skirmishes between starfighters had already begun as both sides sent the quick ships towards the capital ships of the enemy. Viewing the battle through a holographic display, it was deceivingly easy to think of it all as just part of an elaborate hologame instead of a graphic representation of real lives that were being snuffed out. Not that clones were real lives, Lekine thought with a visual sneer. Lekine had never liked the idea of a clone army. He had been raised to believe in the superiority of the Republic Judicial Fleet, committing to memory the names of those captains who had quelled great pirate uprisings, saving numerous lives and credits in the process. He even revered the Republic Navy that had ceased to exist nearly a millennia previously. All of those involved in those times were actual sentients, he believed: beings who had studied, trained, and worked hard to get to where they were. There was no flash-learning and genetic engineering for those. The Valorum—as it was often shorthanded by those who worked on or around her—steadily moved towards the battle, flanked by the numerous support craft. The smaller ships raced ahead, a Dreadnaught cruiser pumping turbolaser shot after turbolaser shot at a Trade Federation missile frigate. The frigate’s shields simply melted as the single turbolaser battery of the Dreadnaught poured fire. The missile frigate returned fire, sending a score of missiles flying out of the many launchers. The missiles impacted against the Dreadnaught’s shields. “Somebody turn that kriffing thing off!” Galen Wintlas cried out from the piloting station of the Dreadnaught, the warning sirens screaming constantly as the explosions pelted shields and penetrated into the hull. A young ensign screamed off the names of the damaged areas as reports slowly filtered in. So far, from what Galen could gather, they weren’t out of the fight yet. The pilot pushed a little extra power into the engines, pushing the craft a little faster towards the missile frigate. Galen coaxed the craft into rotating 45 degrees and watched as the gunners buffeted the frigate with their fire. What small bit of shields that the Trade Federation crew on the frigate were able to recharge were soon gone once again. Green blasts tore giant chunks out of the durasteel hull of the small frigate, soon culminating in a giant explosion that wiped the frigate from existence. Galen rotated the craft back to its “correct” position, making sure that the majority of the ships out there were not upside down in relation to the Dreadnaught’s bridge. Orders filtered in from the Valorum, the coordinates for a Banking Clan frigate were relayed his way. Through the main viewscreen on the ship, he could see the target, surrounded by starfighters. From what he could hear the others on the bridge say, shields on the dreadnaught had been only partially restored. “I have a not-so-good feeling about this…” Galen whispered, not wanting the captain to hear such words. It was unexpected of him, almost anathema. Obeying his orders, Galen steered the ship towards combat. *** Turbulence rocked the LAAT as the craft entered Selvernos’ atmosphere, a maneuver that was the latest in a long line for all but one of the passengers on board. Merrick Fionst watched as his new Padawan nervously meditated. Outside of the transport, the forests loomed below, a patchwork of green and the brown of clearings. The landing zone was to between occupied Gevest and the Separatist base, setting up a front to both liberate the capital city and take out the facility. Elsewhere around the planet, landing zones were set up to conduct other major operations against the occupying army. “Landing area ETA three minutes,” the pilot informed the group. Merrick removed his lightsaber from his belt, watching as his Padawan mimicked the motion. Around them, blaster rifles were primed and ready. “Jorec,” Merrick shouted over the wind rushing around the craft as the landing doors opened. The craft was now about 15 meters above the ground, and two above the trees. A few branches that managed to grow even higher scraped against the bottom of the transport, the extremely thin wood and leaves snapping off with only cosmetic damage to the LAAT. “Remember what I’ve told you.” “Keep close to either you or Hal,” the young Padawan replied. “And to watch my step.” Merrick nodded, hoping that Jorec could see the gesture over the taller clones. Small arms fire could be heard as battle droids fired at the LAATs from their positions. The landing zone loomed closer, as did the start of a large grassland that stretched on for kilometers. The craft began lowering, now only three meters above the ground. The guns of the LAAT fired, taking out several droids in the process. Merrick’s lightsaber ignited, an action so fueled by both instinct and the Force, the Jedi Master couldn’t recall doing it. As the landing craft quickly decelerated to a stop, Merrick jumped out of it. His lightsaber moved of its own accord as the green blade quickly arced to deflect a barrage of blaster fire headed his way. The droid were several meters ahead, coming out of the trees. The vast majority of the droids, however, were in the grassland, temporarily flanking the Republic forces. Blaster fire flashed around Merrick as he raced to take out the droids: blue coming from his own soldiers as they too fired towards the CIS position, and the red bolts coming from the droids themselves. Merrick’s blade intercepted the blaster shots that would have wounded the Jedi had his connection to the Force not been there. One shot ricocheted off of his blade and into a droid, destroying it instantly. With a Force-enhanced burst of speed, he found himself deep within the enemy’s position. His lightsaber flashed, green intersecting with tan as he battled his way free. A Force-assisted kick broke the neck of one droid, his body twisting immediately afterwards to sever the abdomen of another. A blaster shot from one of Merrick’s sharp-eyed compatriots destroyed another droid that threatened to send a bolt through his back. Commander Hal watched as a squad of clone troopers rushed to the aid of their Jedi general, headed towards the woods. He turned his head to where the LAAT had been, and watched as Jorec Merridon cautiously headed towards the other front line with two squads of clones following. Sweat beaded on Jorec’s forehead as he dashed towards the line. The lightsaber in his hand felt heavy, despite his extensive training with the weapon. Like it had done numerous times in study, the Force urged him to move his blade in front of his chest, his arms bracing for the impact of a blaster round. The bolt hit the lightsaber’s blade less than a second later, the impact surprising Jorec. While training in the temple, the low-level shots had been absorbed by the training sword, and at the highest setting effortlessly bouncing off. This shot was different. It violently slammed into the lightsaber, causing the energy sword to move backwards by a matter of centimeters. The impact reverberated down into the hilt, and the deflected shot went off in a seemingly random direction. Droids fell in front of Jorec as they were cut down by the clone troopers. He arrived at the closest battle droid, one of the B1 models like the ones that saw duty during the battle of Naboo, and brought his lightsaber down in a diagonal slash aimed at the droid’s left shoulder. He felt the resistance of his weapon passing through the durasteel body of the droid before it gave way as the droid’s top half toppled over. Blaster fire continued, and Jorec blocked two more shots, each one with more ease than the last. He brought his lightsaber around, taking the legs off of it. “Fall back!” one of the clone leaders—maybe even Commander Hal—cried out above the din of battle. Looking in front of him, Jorec could see why. Numerous battle droids were marching their way. Jorec turned and ran towards the now secured treeline with the other soldiers, hoping to take some measure of cover in the overgrown vegetation. “We need support now!” Jorec heard another clone yell into his comlink as vulture droids screamed over the area, fortunately not able to acquire any suitable targets to strafe. The sound of a lightsaber behind Jorec alerted him to his Master’s presence. Hoping to reach safety as soon as he could, the young Jedi swiftly backtracked. A droid popped up in his peripheral vision, causing Jorec to push towards the droid with the Force. The impact of the attack was slight, but enough to topple the droid. A quick swipe of his lightsaber ended the mechanical life of the droid. A B2 popped up, shooting over Jorec’s head. The Jedi swung his lightsaber towards the droid’s center of mass, neatly bisecting it. Jorec turned, only to watch his Master “one-up” him, taking out four battle droids with one simple-looking swing. “We’re almost to cover, Jorec,” Merrick said. “Don’t be afraid.” It was almost as if he could sense the anxiety and fear that Jorec was feeling. The Jedi, the droids that had closed having been destroyed, jogged back to the new frontline. Blasterfire still continued, but the droid numbers steadily increased. “Where is that help?” Merrick yelled to Commander Hal as the main command structure of the group took cover behind a large rock. “They’re on their way!” Hal replied, looking over the boulder. “Destroyers!” he added, watching as three rolling balls made their way across the field. Of all the infantry battle droids that the Separatists fielded, destroyers—known as droidekas by their creators—were perhaps the most feared. They had no hands to hold weapons; they didn’t need them. Two pairs of heavy repeaters were mounted to their arms where hands should be. As a built-in defense system, the droids had a personal shield emitter. Even Jedi were wise to avoid a head on fight with even one of them. “Blaster cannon!” Hal ordered, causing a clone taking cover behind a thick trunked tree to make a break for the rock. Blaster fire raced towards him, each droid trying to take advantage of an open target. With an agile leap, the blaster cannon wielding trooper reached the position. He aimed his weapon towards the rolling destroyers, not particularly minding the blaster fire coming his way. Merrick Fionst and Hal covered him; one blocking incoming blaster fire with his lightsaber and the other providing a steady stream of cover. He fired off a shot at the center droideka, hoping to take them all out with a single shot. He fired and watched as the ball of energy raced towards the triad. In his mind, he hoped that he had led the droids sufficiently enough. Less than a second later, the lead destroyer exploded in a brilliant ball of light and debris, engulfing the other two. Only the frame of the leftmost droideka survived, the dead husk rolling towards the rock until collapsing two meters away. It wasn’t long before the sound of incoming LAATs filled the air, as help arrived. “Good to see you, Trem,” Hal said to the arriving lieutenant as he stepped out of the LAAT. The guns of the transport had cleared the immediate area, leaving a good place for a very temporary command center to be established. In a day, perhaps two, it would be safe enough to send in prefabricated shelters and barracks from the Star Destroyers in orbit. “We do our duty, commander,” Trem replied, watching as Mead administered basic first aid to the wounded. It was too bad that a Rimsoo hadn’t been set up on the planet yet. “We hadn’t yet landed when we got the call, so it was pretty easy to get here in time.” Hal’s reply was drowned out as the whistle of a missile filled the air. Everyone ducked, making sure that they would be as safe as possible if it hit nearby. It continued, though, to soar through the air, hitting the LAAT that had just departed from the area. The explosion unleashed large bits of shrapnel that tore through the transparisteel canopies of the craft. It’s pilot dead, the LAAT plunged into the ground, digging a deep row through the sod. The meeting broke up as clones and Jedi rushed to help any survivors. -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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Raptor517 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 1/1 6:11pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	Great battle--loved the Jedi/Clone interaction and cooperation against the Confederacy. Raptor517 -----signature----- Piercing the Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28010631/p1/?1 His Brother's Words http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26020497/p1/?3 Metamorphosis http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/24997946/p5/?7 Hunter's Vendetta http://
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snowspeeder_gunner Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 1/1 9:22pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	Wow, this is an awesome start to the battle. I really like your descriptions of the Jedi and clones. Can't wait for more! -----signature----- "You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29052620&brd=10476&replies=0 hide^
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