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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 23, 2009 10:46:35 GMT
The transports of the Empress and her Special Forces landed on the pads positioned outside of the Temple, meanwhile the majority of the two thousand commando units were being unloaded outside of the temple walls and made their way into the temple for presentation in the Grand Hall.
Jalua exited her private shuttle and approached the Council waiting for her. With a deep bow, she greeted her superiors who had questioned the taking of her position for months now. She had been on the verge of being kicked out from the Order, but she wished to remain within it's ranks and offer those who had given her so much something back. The protection of the Order was one of those gifts which would hopefully be taken gladly, restoring her popularity and rank. "Masters, it is nice to see you once again" she began, after her deep bow. "You too Jalua, the Council would like you to follow us into the Grand Hall, we have much to discuss".
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 26, 2009 9:47:16 GMT
Jalua was walking onto an higher level of the Temple for a view of the walls and how her Commandos were positioned. Tripod Machine Guns were being set up from Republic days, although still effective, the Coalition hadn't had chance to build their own. Guided rocket systems were being assembled by some Commandos so that they could if necessary, fire upon the attacking forces. Jalua knew they had the armour piercing but they also was testing out a new shrapnel shell, which she didn't know about.
Meanwhile, the 1st Royal Dragons was approaching their main fleet after doing tactical operations in a nearby empty system. They wasn't with the fleet which brought them to this area, but would be here soon. If they could get on the planet safely enough, then the Temple might be held long enough to get the Jedi out.
Jalua was alerted when her datapad bleeped, looking at the screen, she saw the following;
2nd Royal Defence Fleet took over secured territories.
1st Royal Support Group went with Empress.
18th Forward Assault Group would take 2 hours from Telti to arrive at Ossus.
4th Gyndine Support Group would take 3 hours from Mimban and Antar to Ossus.
9th Imperial Task Force would take 3 hours from Talasea and Nubia to Ossus.
5th Forward Reconnaissance Group would take 2 1/2 hours from Lannik to Ossus.
8th Forward Reconnaissance Group would take 4 hours to form and get to Ossus.
6th Forward Assault Group would take 7 hours to get to Ossus but can mobilise straight away.
She turned to the Commando Major nearby, who was also examining the defences in place. "Major, tell the fleet that i want the 6th Forward Assault Group, the 5th Forward Reconnaissance Group, the 9th, the 4th and the 18th to all make there way here. There's no need for them to group up, just tell them to get here". He saluted and began to talk into a communicator attached to his wrist. Jalua breathed in deeply, in tune with the force. She could sense hundreds of the Jedi all preparing themselves, grabbing what they could into transports before they too would help fight against the invaders if necessary. Some of the Jedi thought there was no chance they'd lose, some of the more thoughtful knew it would likely mean the destruction of the temple. The council was shaken by the events but controlling like always, making sure the Order was ready for a swift escape. At least they had somewhere to go now, it was like the Force had sent Jalua to their aid.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 26, 2009 20:17:32 GMT
"Empress, things have not gone well" The Major shouted from the balcony. "I've received word that the fleet is getting into position but the Black Moon Pirates have been told to go or be forced to go. That leaves us on our own again". Jalua thought about this, only one person would have the authority to order such a disgraceful message to an ally. "Tell the Imperial Fleet that John Hammond is required to land at the Temple if his operation is to go ahead. Also put in a further note that threats will not work because we can't move all of our forces off the planet quickly, we will need time to evacuate". The Major saluted, visibly thinking of what this message would mean. He transmitted the message which would be relayed through the fleet. Jalua patiently waited for the response while she began to look into the force for a sign. A sign she began to see.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 27, 2009 8:47:55 GMT
The convoy of transports lowered themselves out of the sky and began docking where possible. Not all of the transports could dock safely, hence they were landing with the Coalition shuttles outside the wall. Those transports within the temple soon found themselves getting filled up, while some of the soldiers from the shuttles headed out for orders.
Meanwhile, a detachment of the Commandos headed to the shuttles they had descended to the planet in, so that they also could evacuate.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 27, 2009 21:13:59 GMT
With the Commandos boarding the shuttles and heading towards the fleet, the defence had been virtually eliminated. The main army which had mostly remained on transports were now carrying extra passangers, who would no doubt be very welcome allies in the future. Those shuttles and it's escorts were heading up into space too, to regroup with the fleet and begin extracting out of the area like had been requested by the Imperials.
Jalua was on one such shuttle, in full military armour which she had been given when coronated. With her eyes under the helmet, she had a distance from those in the transport who had no doubt become rather cautious and on guard since they had their Empress sat alongside them. She was a warrior at heart, and this was shown by the lightsaber on her belt. This was he personal weapon and one she could use with skill. She reached out into the force one last time, seeing what would come in the very near future.
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Post by John Hammond on Apr 27, 2009 21:57:32 GMT
OOC: How exactly are you looking into the Force when there is no longer any Force field? That's point A. Point B is, wouldn't it have been fair play to let me react before the entire Temple left for hyperspace? Kind of defeats the purpose of coming all the way here if everyone can escape that easily.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Apr 27, 2009 22:05:48 GMT
OOC: Hey, I'm just the escort...  |
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 27, 2009 22:06:10 GMT
OOC: Well Jalua is in the shuttle, so by that, high in the air. Plus I'm not quite sure how your antenna thing works, is it like a dish so it's omni-directional? And I'm guessing that blocks the force somehow in a certain radius or between certain angles from the transmitter. About the going into hyperspace, feel free to go in there and get some Jedi. Just because i took some with me doesn't mean they all went off the planet, go ahead, annihilate them and get what information you can. And btw, check the Admin board, there's a post in there for you  |
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Post by John Hammond on Apr 27, 2009 22:32:43 GMT
OOC: Sure... you just took the Jedi Council, which is what I was aiming to get at... It wasn't supposed to be a massacre, but anyways... now that you bring it up...  |
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Post by John Hammond on Apr 28, 2009 3:09:18 GMT
"Target the main entrance."
The AT-ATs swiveled their heads, and took careful aim.
Formed up behind the shields that had been set up, the troops rallied, nervous but professional.
"Remember boys, set to stun. Steady now, steady."
Thunder striked as the AT-ATs fired, blowing the door into oblivion.
"Charge!" With a shout, the troops charged. 50 Squadrons of Shielded Troopers moved forward, charging to stop anyone from blocking the entrance. They sprinted forward, assault rifles blazing. Several fell, their shields pierced by the deadly blaster fire coming from the turrets. Behind these, the MSAS moved forward, holding a total of 25 squadrons of Imperial Guardians.
The Jedi at the door waited with lightsabers held high. As the Shield Troopers charged, however, it became evident that something was wrong: The Jedi weren't blocking the shots. With a cry, they fell, shouting with pain. The assault on the Temple had begun.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 28, 2009 4:21:07 GMT
OOC: Sure... you just took the Jedi Council, which is what I was aiming to get at... It wasn't supposed to be a massacre, but anyways... now that you bring it up... OOC: Hehe, I'd prefer a little more than just the Council but yea. My point was that i took some Jedi, but couldn't take them all. So feel free to do what you want with the rest. Although if your targeting every Jedi from now on, that's gonna put Jalua in a tricky situation. |
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Post by Dan Zorko on Apr 28, 2009 11:04:39 GMT
OOC: Because she's a jedi? |
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 28, 2009 15:26:09 GMT
OOC: Because she's a jedi? OOC: Could be the deciding factor, yes ;D |
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Post by John Hammond on Apr 28, 2009 23:35:19 GMT
"Gold Platoon, hold the doors, hold the doors!" The Shield Troopers stopped running, and knelt down, swiveling on their knees to shoot at the soldiers pouring all over the Temple. They began to set up small durasteel barriers behind which the advancing troops could hide, and take a quick break. This would function as a style of beachhead, allowing the army to mass and move in an organized manner by holding the doors, as opposed to a race to it every time a squad was taken out.
Behind the Shield Troopers, the Guardians began to assemble, along with the high-power Advance Squads, and Penetration Squads.
"How many squads are at the head?"
"3, Commander."
"Roger that. Give the go-ahead."
Suddenly, the Shield Troopers opened ranks, rolling to the side, and launching large numbers of flash grenades. Three squadrons of Guardians moved forward, guns blazing. They made it inside the Temple.
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"Master, what shall we do?" Battlemaste Rogan Terlos had asked to be left behind with a battle force of 500 of the most battle-skilled Jedi. His wish had been granted, as the Jedi had been forced to leave much of their most precious artifacts and knowledge here. Battlemaster Rogan Terlos was one of the most powerful members of the Jedi Order. A large man from Haruun Kal, his skin was black, and his muscles were steel-like. He had a fierce face, with black eyes and long hair and beard to match. His mastery over the Force was unmatched, and he had long since learned patience.
"Wait. We have set up the trap, and they will come to us." He knelt down, meditating. He could feel the gentle Force, so gentle and so elusive the Force that he had always known. It played at his grasp, not fully allowing him to hold it, but rather like a trickle of water that runs out quickly. Still, he could sense no disturbance in the Force, which he took to mean that the battle was going well, despite the shouts and screams.
Without warning, the door to the battle training ground was blasted open, and flash grenades thrown in. Rogan got to his feet immediately, a green lightsaber flashing at his side. His eyes were wide open in disbelief as he watched two of his best fighters go down while running at their attackers, cut down by the blaster fire. He couldn't feel their life, but neither had he known that the attackers were coming.
Rogan got into a defensive position, lightsaber held high. At his side were five others, also strong in the Force. With these people at his side, they would not be defeated. Not for a long time.
"Easy boys. Force-readings indicate they are drawing 4% Force Field in a 3% Field. These must be pretty strong. Send message to HQ to increase Damper Power to max. Switch to hand weaponry." The Guardians stood at the doors, shoulder to shoulder, and left their weaponry with those behind them. Instead, their gloves began to buzz slightly, charged with a taser-like pulse.
"Jedi!" The six Jedi launched into the attack, moving fast, decisively. 11 Guardians moved forward, guards raised to block the attack. Six lightsabers landed six deadly blows, but nobody fell. Immediately, the lightsabers died away. The Jedi didn't react for a moment, drawing back their hands to strike again. Then, without pausing, they dropped the weaponry, striving to hide the surprise in their faces. Everyone engaged in hand to hand combat. The Jedi were being forced back, kicking and spinning, but getting tired, their blows useless against the soldiers tough body armour. On the other hand the Guardians were fresh, counting with large technological advantages, and strong bodies. Soon, most of them were down, with the rest fighting desperately.
Rogan stood his ground desperately. He was the only Jedi not retreating, but instead circled his one opponent with care. Cortosis and body armour, he thought. There was nothing like this in the whole galaxy. With a grunt, he moved forward, fast as lightning. With a light sidestep, the Guardian Captain moved out of the way, punching Rogan's leg. Nevertheless, the Battlemaster landed with perfect balance, rotating with enormous speed to smash the soldier in the face with his shoulder. The Captain saw this coming and ducked. The two were engaged in an eye-blurring battle; fists and kicks flew everywhere, with neither gaining advantage over the other. Rogan panted with the effort. He could tell that he was hurting the soldier, but each hit that connected with the Jedi sent a mind-blowing jolt of pain throughout his body, threatening to take him down every time, and overwhelm his focus. His robes were torn from the battle, the soldier didn't have so much as a scratch in him. The Jedi Master grunted with the effort as he pushed the man off of him, aiming to get some distance between them. He rolled backwards, landing on his feet. He saw at his side a small rock, small but deadly, and called on the Force. The rock lifted itself with great effort, wobbling in the air. Not realizing this, the Master made a strong arm movement, sending the rock straight at.... the outstretched Captain's hand which caught it.
Jedi Battle Master Terlos was finished. His body ached, and the Force refused to help him. With a cry, he lunged forward, arms outstretched, and grabbed the surprised soldier by the neck. Rogan was a large human, and he lifted the soldier up with ease. The Captain's hands went to his neck, his legs flailing for a moment. He kneed the Jed in the stomach, but it was iron hard, and had no effect upon the enraged and desperate man. Meanwhile, the Captain was finding it harder and harder to breathe. His men were already taking aim at the Jedi, ready to take him down if the Captain's helmet were to signal him unconscious. As he began to fade, he stopped fighting. He could see the desperation in a once wise and gentle man, turned into a fighting machine by fear and surprise. Gathering his strength, the Guardian Captain smashed both of his open hands into the Jedi's temples. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed without so much as a grunt. The Captain fell to his knees, where he remained for a couple of moments.
"Take... take them. Cuff them and put them in the Jedi Holding Cells. " His voice sounded a bit rough, but his body did not sway at all. As he spoke, yet another team of soldiers ran into the room, ready to secure everything in sight.
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Post by John Hammond on Apr 29, 2009 1:38:57 GMT
"Charlie-1 reporting. Area 1, clear." "Bravo-3, reporting. Area 5, clear." "Kappa-8, reporting. Areas 7 and 8, clear." Throughout the Temple, the different platoons reported that the Jedi were being grounded up, their weapons destroyed and the information, whatever was left of it, secured. In slightly less than three hours, there were reports of 2,000 prisoners, and 23 casualties, of which 2 were Jedi who had refused to cooperate, and had claimed several troopers' lives. The Temple would remain guarded by a force of 3,000 Elite Stormtroopers, and workers were already being called for to maintain the planet. Needless to say, Hammond had already claimed Ossus for the Galactic Empire. Battle Data:
Imperial Casualties: 21.
Dead: 3.
Wounded: 18.
Prisoners: 0.
MIA: 0.
Jedi:
Casualties: 2.
Dead: 1.
Wounded: 1.
Jedi Prisoners: 534.
Force-User/Temple Worker/ Temple Soldier Prisoners: 1649.
MIA: 0. All of the prisoners were ferried into Hammond's Arc Hammer in specialized cells that maintained the Force Field at zero. Furthermore, all the Executor class starships, starting with the Arc Hammers, had begun to be retrofitted with Force Dampers that would effectively keep any stray Jedi neutralized. Furthermore, these Dampers had independent power generators with parallel circuits to the rest of the ship, so even if the ship's power failed, the most powerful prisoners held would remain unable to escape or cause fatal damage. "Bring up the army. Send all of the fleet on patrol duties once they are brought up. Guardians must return to the Mother Ship. Alpha-1, meet me in Gyndine." Hammond's eyes sparkled with anger. He had been cheated out of his prey, not by wit and strategy, but by trust. If Jalua refused to listen to his terms, he swore he would make her, and her pitiful empire, pay. OOC: Don't make Hammond angrier... please! Otherwise I'll have to conquer everything....  |
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