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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/7 12:31pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	Apologies once again for the delay, I had a lot of stuff at school to take care of, as well as setting up some RPG games. earlybird-obi-wan Great scenes in that building and having a Jedi at your side has its advantages. Yes, having a Jedi on your side is great! Though, there are times in Star Wars history when it can be very bad, however. Raptor517 Awesome update. I liked how the clones/Jedi dispatched the droidekas. Thermal dets and a Jedi! Indeed a good way to take 'em out! yodas_waiter I actually feel kind of bad for OOM-1984, it must be frustrating leading those battle droid judging by what we've seen in the movies They can be dumb at times, and I'm sure that OOM-1984 certainly had his own difficulties with them. At the start of the war, I can imagine, he would have had a difficult time adjusting to the differences between his model and others. Also liked Fionst's awesome entry into the battle, especially the Battlefront effect of him throwing the lightsaber. I've always loved the gimmick of a thrown lightsaber ever since I first played Jedi Outcast four years ago. Thanks for reading. And for those of you who are still here, I present to you a special-sized new chapter as we enter the final day of the Battle of Selvernos. We haven't got much time left, and I hope you've paid attention to the timing of this story... Chapter begins in next post. -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/7 12:34pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part Three posted.
	The Battle of Selvernos Part 12 The Final Day Jorec Merridon awoke from his sleep, light shining in, the lightweight and weatherproof fabric keeping the heat in. The young Padawan blinked his eyes repeatedly, clearing the image out of his head. The image of the tent and the feelings of intense loneliness blinked away, replaced by the stark and drab grey walls of Jorec’s tiny living quarters. “What was that?” he asked himself as he began to change out of his night clothes and into a clean set of Jedi robes. The Force, he remembered, often lent out a brief and often confusing glimpses of possible futures. A tent was nothing too confusing, Jorec interpreted. The war was likely going to go on for much longer, and the possibility of his master and him being assigned to another planet was very high. Hooking his gifted lightsaber onto his belt, Jorec exited his dormitory and made his way towards the center of the Republic military complex, knowing that the next phase of the battle would be discussed soon. The Jedi made his way through one of the barracks on the way to the briefing room, passing by numerous clone troopers in the process. They weren’t wearing their signature armor at the time, instead wearing standard GAR off-duty fatigues. Even though he had only been around clone troopers extensively for the past week, Jorec could feel that he was beginning to learn some distinguishing features about them that made them stand out from each other. While they all had the same accent, there were inflections that were unique to each clone—for the most part. Different ways of walking, as well. The command center was packed with the Republic leadership, Jorec’s master Merrick Fionst, Sen-Udo Mal, the other Jedi in the campaign as well as his Ithorian Padawan. In addition to the four Jedi, Commander Hal was in the conference room as well, as well as many senior clone leaders and ARC trooper Milcan. “With the liberation of Gevest,” Hal began as the last of the leaders took their seat, the clone commander activating a large holographic globe of Selvernos. The globe flickered and then zoomed in on their current location, becoming a map 100 scaled kilometers long. The separatist base was a dot several kilometers across the river, which was itself far from the banks, but nevertheless imposing. Word had been received overnight that the majority of the CIS forces on Selvernos had begun to make a retreat to the main base, turtleing inside of it. “The easiest way to deal with this problem is off-limits,” Hal continued. “As you can see, their base is nestled within the second largest forest on the continent. Any use of orbital bombardment will set the forests ablaze. As a Planetary Treasure, widespread destruction of any of Selvernos’ forests will no doubt drive the majority of the civilian population into the camp of the Seps. I don’t know about you, but I do not want to capture Gevest a second time.” The clones laughed at their leader’s joke, but the Jedi remained in silence. * “They will be coming for us,” Tohm Rellin said 60 kilometers away from the safety of the CIS base. “And it will be soon,” he added, speaking to the remaining command droids. “Prepare all possible defenses, because we may be here for a long time.” Food wasn’t that big a problem for the CIS, as the entire non-droid population of the base could be counted on one hand and were—besides Rellin—comprised mainly of mechanics and technicians. “Roger, roger,” the droids replied, grating Rellin’s ears. He had thought that he had that programmed out of the droids under his command, but apparently not. The droids dispersed, relaying their orders to the other combat droids under their command. Within the next ten minutes, Tohm estimated, more trenches would be dug, bunkers erected, missile turrets getting needed maintenance. The Confederacy would be waiting for their attacks, and would be able to withstand a siege for as long as they needed to. The cowled man who infrequently sent him orders had ensured him of his victory on Selvernos, and Tohm knew that he could hold the Republic back until reinforcements could be sent to aid him. * Trem watched as his platoon boarded the LAAT inside of the Republic base’s main hangar, the spacious, open-aired structure with only a shield to prevent the elements from getting in to rust the vehicles stored within. Eight other of the troop transports were inside of the hangar, each one of them holding 32 of the Republic’s best. Flight crew milled about the duracrete floor, moving swiftly to finish fueling the vehicles. A single squadron of ARC-170s were being loaded at the same time, the fighters set to join up with more starfighters being launched from one of the Venator-class Star Destroyers in orbit, where the battle had been all but won. “Let’s go,” the lieutenant ushered on his troops, hoping that this LAAT wouldn’t be shot down as their last one had. It was a measure of luck—or the will of the Force as General Fionst would have said—that no trooper save for the pilot and gunners were in the vehicle when it was hit. “All loaded,” he reported to the pilot of the LAAT a few seconds later as he stepped foot into the hold and secured himself in. “Strap in,” came a non-clone voice from the cockpit. “Who is this?” Trem said, making his way towards the front of the craft. The pilot waved at the lieutenant as he fired up the repulsorlifts. A roar muffled to those with hearing protecting spread out from the hangar as every LAAT in the building did the same. “LAAT 1138 prepared for launch, requesting clearance,” he said. “Roger that, 1138, you are go for launch,” the flight control officer reported. The pilot wore only a plasteel breastplate and an open faced helmet, protecting only his most vital areas. “Galen Wintlas,” he replied to Trem’s earlier question. “I’ve been assigned to pilot this LAAT effective immediately.” “Sorry, sir,” Trem said. “I’m just not used to having a non-clone pilot. Made me think something was up.” “Accepted,” Galen replied. “And drop the sir,” he added. “I hate formality in this type of duty. Besides,” he said as he pulled up a digital map on a flatscreen near the control yoke, “pretty dangerous mission we have on our hands. You guys are being inserted deep into enemy territory. About eight klicks deeper than the others. Regular bunch of Commandos, aren’t you?” “I wish,” Trem replied. “This armor can’t do half the things theirs can. Too bad the Senate is too worried about the tax ramifications of outfitting us all with that stuff than our own lives.” “Sad thing is, and I don’t mean to offend,” Galen said as he raised the LAAT out of the hangar, “but you’re cheaper than the armor.” Trem stood in silence. “It’s cheaper to get the Kaminoans or whoever to make up a bunch more of you than to manufacture and distribute the same amount of high class armor.” “They really see us like that?” Trem asked, forcing Galen to sadly nod. “My own stepfather, the admiral in command of the naval operations, definitely does.” “Your stepfather’s the admiral?” Trem asked. “What did you do to tick him off so that you’re flying in this mission?” “Nothing,” Galen replied. “I volunteered.” *** Thirty Minutes Later Galen regained consciousness amidst a hail of blaster fire, Mead—the platoon’s medic—administering basic aid to his few wounds. “What’s going on?” he shouted over the din of battle. “We were shot down,” Mead replied before ordering him to remain still for further testing. “So far, you’re the only survivor of the LAAT crew,” the medic added. “Only half of us survived.” Mead pulled out a miniature focused glow rod from his medpack and shone the bright beam into Galen’s eyes. “No sign of concussion,” the medic added. “You’re a lucky man.” “Thanks,” Galen said as he was cleared to get up. The clone troopers had crafted a temporary fort out of empty ammo and weaponry crates and were now being besieged by numerous battle droids. The pilot crawled his way to Lt. Trem’s position. The platoon leader’s right arm armor was missing, the wounded appendage secured tightly against his chest by a sling. It was broken, no doubt about that, but the soldier kept fighting, firing his service pistol into the enemy position. “Separatists?” Galen asked, wanting confirmation to the all but obvious. “Whole mess of them,” Trem replied as he shot a charging super battle droid in the head. He ducked completely behind his cover and reloaded the best he could with his good arm. He looked up at Galen. “Can you fight?” The pilot nodded and raced towards a pile of unused DC-15 blaster rifles and picked up the blaster rifle and four spare power packs. As the sound of an e-web repeating blaster roared throughout the battlefield, Galen made his way back to Trem. “Is there help coming?” he asked. “Commed ‘em,” Trem answered, accepting the two power packs offered to him by Galen, “and they said they’d be here in ten minutes.” Galen began to breathe out a sigh of relief before the lieutenant finished his sentence. “They said that twenty minutes ago.” “Sithspit…” Galen muttered. The pilot looked up from his cover and aimed the clunky rifle at a hard to see battle droid and fired. The recoil was more than he expected. When he had joined the Judicial Fleet over a decade previously, his basic training had consisted of range work with a much more compact blaster carbine and the difference between the two models were vast. His aim, however, was true, destroying the B1 model with a shot to the chest. A clone trooper fell to the oncoming storm, the droid’s blaster shot hitting him in the head. The other clone sharing a crate with the now dead clone quickly avenged his friend’s death, destroying the droid. A grenade was thrown behind another crate a minute later, taking out two clones who weren’t fast enough to dive out of the way. Galen chanced a look back at the defensive circle, seeing the twelve remaining clones defend themselves inside of their makeshift fort. Turning his eyes back to the droids, his heart sank as he could see twice that many number from this quadrant of battle alone. *** The trees mere meters beneath him, Jorec Merridon watched out of the door of his LAAT as it raced to the rescue. The massiveness of the Separatist defenses had delayed the vital rescue mission to save Trem’s platoon. Lekine had ordered it as soon as he had heard of the crash, and everyone knew that Lekine’s only concern was the life of his stepson. Even if the entire platoon survived, but Galen didn’t, the mission would be considered a failure by the admiral. “He should be forced to step down,” Jorec said, “this is just ridiculous.” “Lekine’s flaws are heavily outweighed by his strategic virtues,” Merrick Fionst replied from the other side of the transport. “Despite his viewing of the clones as nothing more than cannon fodder, the top brass seems to think that he can be held in check on some of the more foolish decisions.” An explosion half a kilometer away sent fire and smoke into the air as a scout walker destroyed an anti-aircraft emplacement. “Do you think we’ll make it in time?” Jorec asked, seeing the holographic estimation of CIS forces in the area the LAAT was thought to have crashed in. “I can sense much fear and anger,” Merrick said. “Pain, too. There are some survivors,” the Jedi Master reassured his Padawan. In the distance, smoke rose from the crashed LAAT, the wreckage at the edge of a clearing. Merrick focused his mind. It would take a lot of use of the Force to ensure that he and his Padawan would survive what was to come. “Remember to roll,” he said. “And keep concentrating. I doubt that I help you without your assistance.” Jorec nodded, and gripped his lightsaber so tight his knuckles began to whiten. At the Temple, he had slowed his descent from a little over three meters, but it had never been like this. “Now!” his master called out, leaping out of the LAAT as it slowed down considerably. Jorec closed his eyes as he leaned out of the transport, letting go of the top webbing. He fell rapidly, but slowed down by his own exertion in the Force as well as his master’s use of telekinesis. Jorec hit the ground with his legs and let his momentum take him into a roll. His master’s graceful leap into a standing position wasn’t possible for Jorec, as the young Padawan continued on with his roll, unable to cease the momentum. Crying out in terror and disorientation, Jorec’s journey ended three meters from where he had landed, his back hitting a rotting log. The decaying log gave way, the middle of it already burrowed through by time and animals. Jorec laid on the ground, a few bugs beginning to crawl on top of him. He struggled to regain his breath as he stood up to rejoin his master, who was already cutting down battle droids as they turned their attention to the new intruders. -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 5/7 1:18pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07.
	I hope Galen will be alright and the Jedi too. getting in the thick of battle. Great update again. -----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: 5/8 9:02am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07.
	The Jedi arrive in the nick of time again...is that quick vision a tip-off that Order 66 is about to happen? 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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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/12 11:19am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07.
	earlybird-obi-wan I hope Galen will be alright and the Jedi too. getting in the thick of battle. I think they'll be fine, at least for the time being. Raptor517 The Jedi arrive in the nick of time again...is that quick vision a tip-off that Order 66 is about to happen? Well, the timing is certainly right... -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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yodas_waiter Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 5/13 4:39am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07.
	And here comes the final onslaught. As always, nice action and I hope Fionst, Merridon and Wintlas save the day! -----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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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/13 10:21am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07.
	yodas_waiter And here comes the final onslaught. As always, nice action and I hope Fionst, Merridon and Wintlas save the day! Thanks, this was also expanded from an earlier creation of mine. I liked it so much and it was already a part of the Battle of Selvernos timeline that I've created that decided to expand it. The Jedi will really help the clones and Galen out, I'm sure of it (that sounds really dumb, considering the next chapter has already been completed, doesn't it?) Thanks for reading! -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/15 6:38pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07.
	The Battle of Selvernos Part 13 Jorec Merridon quickly rolled to his right as soon as his lungs were able to draw breath back into them, the Jedi frantically looking for the lightsaber that rolled out of his grasp as soon as he had rolled into the decaying log that was now pieces under him. All around him, the sound of clone and droid blaster fire filled the area. “Hands up, Jedi!” a robotic voice said, a B1 battle droid stood above Jorec, aiming his blaster carbine at the Jorec’s chest. “You’re my prisoner!” Frightened, Jorec did as he was told, slowly removing his hands from the undergrowth he was previously searching for and moved them into plain site. The droid paid no heed to the direction of its prisoner’s palms; a fatal mistake. Feeling slightly more daring than he did a second ago, Jorec flexed the fingers on his right hand back, exerting with the Force at the same time. With a surprised, digital scream, the droid flew backwards, the fingers pulling the trigger as it did so. The shot flew very wide of its target, hitting only grass and soil. Knowing that his time was limited, Jorec scrambled into the grass to continue his search for his lightsaber, luckily finding it within a second of beginning his search. The Jedi swiftly regained his footing and ignited his lightsaber. The droid he had threw to the ground was now slowly getting up, not injured in the attack. Jorec rushed towards it, his cyan blade held low to the ground, slicing tall blades of grass as he moved. He swung the blade up as he reached the droid, who was just beginning to pick up its blaster carbine, decapitating it. Merrick Fionst moved towards the circular camp created by the crashed Republic forces, dodging blaster fire from both sides. His own green blade moved almost independently from its wielder’s control, blocking shots that would have hit him. A slash removed the right arm and built-in blaster of a super battle droid, effectively taking that droid of combat save for hand-to-hand fights. Jorec quickly rejoined his master, ducking and dodging enemy fire and occasionally taking a swing at a battle droid standing in his way. Together, the two raced towards the makeshift fortress, lightsabers in hand. Trem reloaded his blaster pistol again as the lieutenant watched over his troops. Two more clones had died in the continued assault, leaving his platoon with only a third of its original members. A super battle droid marched slowly towards the battle, right arm held 90 degrees. The lieutenant swiftly took aim at the droid’s midsection and pulled the trigger as fast as he could. The first shot went wide and deep into the forest. The second hit the droid in the chest, pushing it back a few steps but not stopping it. The third had the same effect, leaving another smoking hole in the droid’s body. Two meters from the crate that Trem was behind, the droid straightened its arm out and took aim at the clone. Trem took aim as well and pulled the trigger only to have a one in a million misfire as the power pack provided too little energy to be fired. “Kriff!” Galen shouted as he turned around from shooting a battle droid to his right, seeing the enhanced version ready to gun down the platoon’s lieutenant. Aiming his DC-15 blaster rifle quickly at the droid, Galen fired. Sparks flew out of the droid’s chest as his shot pierced a vital internal system. The droid remained upright, frozen in its final action until something would eventually topple it. “Damn factory defects,” Trem cursed as he removed the defective power pack from his blaster pistol and threw it at the stalled droid. With a loud thunk, the droid fell to the ground. He took his final magazine, as they used to be called, and loaded the pistol once again. “Here comes our rescue party,” Galen said as he saw the Jedi jump into the middle of their camp, relief finally beginning to creep into his voice. A shot towards another advancing droid missed, but one from a clone meters away didn’t. An hour later, an exhausted Jorec sat in the back of a LAAT, greedily drinking from a canteen provided to him. The teenager looked at all of the people inside of the troop transport, which had been empty when it landed in the middle of the battlefield. Counting himself, his master, and Galen Wintlas, there were thirteen people in a craft built for 40 and equipment. Many of the clones had minor injuries from either the crash or from the battle afterwards, wounds that were being treated by a swamped Mead and several fresh medkits. Trem leaned back against the bulkhead of the LAAT, the two doors on the side closed to prevent the wounded from falling out. The clone lieutenant adjusted the sling on his broken arm, wincing as the pain shot through it. He had refused pain medication, preferring that it be given to those who needed it more before him. Even now, Mead was working on a quick triage system, focusing heavily on those wounded that would surely perish quickly if no first aid would be given. “Contact the Rimsoo and let them know our position,” Merrick Fionst said to Commander Hal back at the base. “We’ve got a number of seriously wounded soldiers in here, and some not-so-wounded who need medical treatment.” “I’ll have the surgeons ready for you all,” Hal replied via comlink. As the LAAT landed and the wounded clone troopers were rapidly ferreted off to the Republic Mobile Surgical Unit attached to the base, Jorec Merridon hopped off of the hovering LAAT and tiredly began to walk towards his quarters. A quick sanisteam to wash off the dirt and the sweat would precede a nap to ease his tired body. “Jorec,” his master stopped him short of the entranceway to the base. “You did well, today.” The young Jedi tiredly nodded. “Thank you, master.” Merrick entered the surgical ward to at least let the wounded clones know that he cared for their plight. Unlike some Jedi, he never was very skilled in the arts of healing using the Force, a talent that he wished he had at the moment. For the next several hours he stayed in the medical ward, visiting with wounded soldiers and getting to know from those still alive the type of people that those who hadn’t survived the battle were. “General Fionst,” Hal interrupted Merrick’s visit five hours later via comlink, “we’ve got important news from Coruscant. Very important.” Fionst quickly excused himself from the bedside of an armless clone private and raced towards the command center. “Is this accurate?” he asked, not able to believe his own ears and eyes. “Remember, Asajj Ventress has been confirmed killed a dozen times by now,” he exaggerated. “Three sources have confirmed it, General,” Hal replied. “General Grievous has indeed been killed by Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Merrick Fionst had to smile as he heard the news once again. “The war’s over, then,” he said, before rushing off to tell the other Jedi the news. -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 5/15 8:40pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07.
	“Three sources have confirmed it, General,” Hal replied. “General Grievous has indeed been killed by Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Merrick Fionst had to smile as he heard the news once again. “The war’s over, then,” he said, before rushing off to tell the other Jedi the news. And we know what will happen next. I hope the Jedi are safe. Great reading again -----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: 5/16 7:01am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07.
	Sweet update, although we know that dark times are coming. I think we'll be seeing the padawan's vision coming to pass pretty quickly now. 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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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/20 11:22am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07.
	earlybird-obi-wan And we know what will happen next. I hope the Jedi are safe. Great reading again Order 66... I've been dreading this since I began to write this story. I can only hope that I can do such an event justice. Raptor516 [i]Sweet update, although we know that dark times are coming. I think we'll be seeing the padawan's vision coming to pass pretty quickly now. Raptor517[/b] You never know... -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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whiskers Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/20 11:24am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 12 posted 05/07. - Date Edited: 5/20 6:48pm (1 edits total) Edited By: whiskers
	The Battle of Selvernos Part 14 The command center of the Republic base was empty save for Commander Hal. The clone commander for the entire Selvernos theater of operations was helmet-less and studying the final pushes of the campaign. The Separatists had been steadily shrinking their perimeter throughout the day, and as the sun began to set, they had all but completely bunkered themselves into their own base. Hal made a mental note to ask for their surrender the first thing in the morning though, realistically, the siege had the potential to last several months. A flashing light near the communications station drew him out of his strategic thought. It was a message from Coruscant: direct from the Supreme Chancellor himself. Hal quickly switched on the holoprojector, knowing that any news directly from the commander-in-chief was likely to be very important. “What is it, sir?” he asked as soon as the projector turned on. Palpatine looked haggard, skin melted off of his skull. His eyes were of an unusual color. “The Jedi have turned traitor, Commander Hal,” he said simply. “Execute Order 66…” Order 66… One of the 150 contingency orders for the Grand Army of the Republic. The Jedi had turned traitor, as the Chancellor had said, and the commanders were to be removed by lethal force. “It shall be done, sir,” Hal reported, immediately putting on his helmet and calling all available troops to a staging area. The Jedi, he knew from security holocams, were all in between the two wings on the base, sparring. All gathered in one place, there was no doubt that they had received their orders from the Jedi council to soon commence their own diabolical operations. I never thought Fionst would be in on anything detrimental to the Republic, though, Hal thought as he loaded his blaster carbine. It just goes to show that you never can tell with those Jedi… Jorec spun on his right heel, causing the lightsaber to miss almost cleaving into his shoulder. He swung his lightsaber at sparring speed towards his master’s torso, only to be shoved backwards by an elbow. Selling the elbow strike at combat speed, Jorec let the Force continue his other spin, causing him to block an upcoming speed. The young Jedi backed away, risking a quick glace towards the Cerean Jedi Master and his Ithorian apprentice also sparring. More experienced than himself, their fight was quicker and more dangerous. Jorec blocked the flurry of attacks coming from his master, focusing on defense before ducking underneath a swing. Facing the entrance of the Republic base, Jorec could see the clone troopers begin to filter out of the main door, armor and weapons at the ready. “Hold up,” Jorec said, blocking another swing. “Something’s going on.” Merrick Fionst turned to the clone troopers, anticipating news of either an attack that needed Jedi help or—hopefully—the surrender of CIS forces on the planet. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped as he saw the blaster rifles raised in their direction. “Take cover!” he shouted out, immediately using the Force to speed his retreat to a support beam of the base. With a height of a meter and a length of two, the duracrete “legs” provided an ample opportunity for the besieged Jedi to take cover behind. The clones opened fire as soon as they saw the Jedi start to bolt away. Blue bolts of energy seared the humid air and raced into the forest. Sen Udo-Mal, a Cerean, blocked a blaster shot with his green blade before heading to cover himself. The reflected bolt struck a clone trooper in the helmet, killing him instantly. Amid the confusing blaster fire, Jorec dived behind the nearest support, switching off his lightsaber mid-air and slid across the ground. Scared and confused, the young Jedi braced his back against the duracrete and sat safely behind it. Merrick Fionst kneeled behind the support pillar, deflecting blaster shots that came his way. His mind reeled, wondering why the clones had suddenly betrayed them. Chunks of duracrete began to pile up on the side facing the clones as the blaster shots slowly began to pick away at the cover. “Focus on the Ithorian,” Hal ordered, knowing that they had their targets pinned down and that if they all attacked a single Jedi, the order would soon be fulfilled. Duracrete fell in chunks from the pillar and finally, a blaster bolt hit the Ithorian Padawan in the right arm. The wounded Jedi spun around disoriented, taking him into the line of fire. Hal was unable to tell who had actually killed the Jedi, as he, Trem, and three privates hit simultaneous shots in the gut and chest. His midsection nearly gone, the dead Ithorian collapsed to the ground, staining it red with his blood. As he saw a fellow Jedi die, Merrick began to feel the deaths of the other Jedi in the galaxy. It was widespread, organized, and that frightened him. If he could save only one… He looked towards his Padawan, the young teenager shaking with fear behind strong cover. Through the Force he sent a mental command: Get ready to run. The forest. The Jedi Master looked towards his Cerean counterpart and motioned for what both knew was suicide. Instantly, the two Jedi Masters were out of their cover, lightsabers raised in a defensive stance. Blaster fire shifted, directed solely on the two of them. RUN! Merrick sent through the Force. Sen was caught almost immediately after the order was sent, a single blaster shot slipping through his defenses and into his second heart and brain. A painless death for a valiant Jedi. “Someone, get the youngling!” Hal cried out as Jorec began to sprint away from his cover and towards the forest. “He’s escaping!” Two clone troopers switched their targets towards the Padawan, only to have their blasterfire stopped by Merrick’s emerald blade. Hal took advantage of his overextended target and fired. In the course of two seconds, the blaster traveled the seven meters from the end of Hal’s blaster carbine to Fionst’s gut. Wounded, Merrick collapsed to the ground, dropping his lightsaber to the ground. Hal quickly aimed towards the fleeing Padawan, who was now—thanks to the Force—at the very threshold of the forest. He squeezed off two quick shots, one missing entirely and the other coming extremely close to the hitting the young Jedi. From the distance, Hal reasoned that it may have hit him, and the Jedi was simply running on adrenaline like a wounded hart. “Trem,” he ordered, “take what’s left of your platoon and Milcan out into that forest. Find that Padawan.” Hal slowly walked up to the severely wounded Merrick Fionst as the lieutenant began to form his search unit. Shouldering his blaster carbine and unholstering his service pistol Hal looked down at the wounded Jedi at his feet and calmly fired two shots into his head. “Get a burial detail here. Put ‘em in a single grave.” * Tohm Rellin stared at the hooded figure in disbelief and surprise hours later. The figure was different than the one that had occasionally contacted him, but had come from the same encrypted channel. He was years younger than Sidious, and claimed that his name was Darth Vader. “You can’t be serious!” Rellin said. “We can’t deactivate all the droids!” “You have your orders, Rellin,” Vader stated, his voice at absolute zero despite the fire in his eyes. “Follow them, or suffer the consequences.” Rellin felt an invisible hand begin to squeeze around his neck, tight enough to cause pain, but not enough to constrict his airway. “Y-yes, Lord Vader,” Rellin said, the CIS commander’s voice filled with defeat. “Shutting them down, now.” Around the base, droids fell silent as they patrolled the hallways, some falling where they stood. Rellin sat in his command room, numb. He didn’t even feel the fatal blaster bolt hit him in the chest twenty minutes later as clone troopers stormed into the command room. * “Commander,” Trem reported in as soon as the news of the capture of the CIS base and the suicide of its commander reached Hal’s ears, “you got him.” The clone lieutenant tossed a soggy brown robe onto the table in front of the commander. Hal inspected the Jedi robe, finding a blaster scorch hole in the left side of the back. “Was there a body?” “No sir,” Trem reported. “We think he was mortally wounded by your shot and fell off a nearby cliff into the river. He made it a good kilometer or two, though, you have to give him that.” “Where did you find this?” Hal asked. On the bank of the river, five kilometers down stream. We sent divers into the water to look for a body, but they were attacked by carnivorous fish. He couldn’t have survived in there. We lost two good men in there.” “Continue the search throughout the night, just in case,” Hal said. “You’re probably right, though. I’ll inform the Chancellor of our success.” -----signature----- R.I.P. E. Gary Gygax Thank you for D&D
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Raptor517 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 5/20 1:59pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 14 posted 05/20. Order 66
	I knew it! And now there is but one padawan left to continue...maybe he'll run into some others. 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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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 5/20 8:45pm Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 14 posted 05/20. Order 66
	poor padawan all alone Now he has to escape and become a rebel. Great update -----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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yodas_waiter Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 5/21 2:21am Subject: RE: The Battle of Selvernos (Clone Wars fic); Part 14 posted 05/20. Order 66
	Wow! These final chapters were excellent. Your portrayal of Order 66 was really thrilling and I liked the small insight you gave into what the clones were thinking. Also, kudos for adding the droid deactivation scene and the confusion of Rellin. Now, I wonder what happened to Jorec... -----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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