Post by Jenno on Dec 5, 2007 22:33:26 GMT -5
(This is a pretty big post, so it starts on Subterrel, then goes on to Muunilist, and then ends up here, so I'm going to post it all here, 'k?)
A successful plan is thought out. It is designed aronud a series of goals, and then strategies are crafted to fit any potential problems inherent to the plan. A good plan is completely circumspect, and any possible outcome has been accounted for.
Erem Dukar thought that his was a good plan, but he was sadly mistaken. The only and, as it turned out to be, very crucial problem he overlooked was the possibility of a third party interfering with their conquest of this world. He had expected reinforcements or some sort of support for the resistance, but he had failed to imagine that their operation would be so quickly ended by several packs of Tuk'ata.
The Sith Hounds had apparently chosen to let the Jedi go, for reasons Dukar was unsure of, and instead focused their attack on the remains of his platoon, quickly tearing through their ranks. Dukar had managed to escape because he was far enough away from the beasts, the explosives, and the rest of his platoon for him to detonate the charge, closing off the entrance and killing half of his most loyal men.
As he ran through the tunnels winding upwards back to the surface and the escape pod they had brought along with them, Dukar turned back occaisonally to fire his blaster at whichever hound was closest to him at the given moment. Luckily for him, these tunnels were small, and the Tuk'ata were much larger than he.
As he broke out of the tunnel system and into the same sector he had entered from, the platoon leader made a direct path to Darkeye's escape pod. Nearing it, the sith paused and looked upwards just in time to dive out of the way as a pair of the hounds dropped down upon him from above.
Dukar rolled off to one side and slammed into a stalagtite... or perhaps it was a stalamite. Regardless of the direction the rock formation took, it was nonetheless painful when two of Dukar's ribs broke on contact. He took about half a second to chastise himself, and then he stood, drawing his second blaster, preparing to take aim.
The beasts were not; however, so foolish as to grant him the opportunity. They circled around him like predators and slowly closed in. They were smart enough to know how dangerous this soldier could be.
Dukar raised an eyebrow an took a step to the left, thus removing himself from the center of the closing circle. The closer of the two hounds took notice and pounced, the other quickly following suit.
Dukar reacted and, rather than jumping out of the way, he thrust his own shoulder into his attacker, whose claws dug, almost ironically, into the broken ribs, lodging there for a brief moment.
With a grunt, Dukar squeezed his trigger and fired two shots into the beat's eyes, and then, with tremendous effort and strength unbefitting of a normal Ubese, he hurled the lifeless hulk at the other hound, throwing it off balance. A second air of shots were enough to eliminate the threat.
Dukar knelt down for a moment and made certain that they were dead before standing and crossing to the pod. As he climbed in, he noticed someting odd lying on the ground next to the dead beasts.
A pair of is own ribs lay bloodied on the ground.
"...Damn"
And with that, the last of the Subterrel Survivors escaped.
Erem Dukar sat in the sith military Admiralty court before Lieutenant Major Gyhako, bandaged on his side and chained at his wrists and ankles. He looked up grimly as his mission was reviewed.
"You failed, Dukar, to secure Subterrel for us. You lost your entire platoon in the battle, and you did not shut down the planetary defenses. Do you care to explain yourself?"
"It is written in my report, sir..."
"That your platoon was killed by an explosion of your own demolitions that was caused by... let's see... oh, yes. A pack of dogs."
"They were not dogs!"
"That is how you described them, Dukar, and that even that much, we don't believe."
"I have no reason to lie, sir."
"Would you like to know what this board thinks, Dukar? They think that you failed to preoperly shut down the life support systems, and you had to run away with the rest. Would you like to know what I think? I think you did exactly what you were suposed to do, right up until the Jedi arrived. I think you couldn't handle them, so you sacrificed the demolitions and your platoon so you could get away from them, and then you come back here crying wolf... sorry, crying dog."
"Sir!"
"I would have you court-marshalled and executed, but it's not up to me, Dukar. It's up to the Admiralty Court. And they've already spoken. You are to be stripped of your command and imprisoned for treasonous cowardice in the face of duty."
He looked up and called out.
"Guards... remove this man."
Dukar paused for a moment as he looked over the Court Marshall. The man was smart not to trust him. Dukar was, after all, declared mentally unstable by a now deceased phychatric consultant. As the two guards approached, Dukar remembered what it was like to kill somebody who was absolutely certain they couldn't be killed. He had enjoyed it immensely.
A guard took hold of Dukar's shoulder, bringing him up to a standing position. Dukar, in turn, stood up about half-way before ramming his elbow into the guard's sternum, breaking it. As the two fell down, Dukar took hold of the guard's blaster pistol and fired a shot into his side, rolling over and taking another shot into the second guard. As he stood now, a far less confident Gyhako faced him.
"If you kill me, Dukar, they will find you and kill you for this."
Seven blaster bolts, the remainder of the clip, sunk into the Lieutenant Major. The blaster dropped to the floor as Dukar looked over the body, giving his reply in a tongue he had not spoken in over ten years.
"Koh-Tay Kyr'amur te Kyr'ah"? (How can you kill the Dead?)
Erem Dukar, dressed now in civilian wares, stepped off the refugee transport the Republic used to bring unwanted Mandalorians to protective zoning worlds and looked to the sun.
"Ibi'tuur, Ni Oyacyir" (today, I live)
(Oh, yeah... now what!??)
Subterrel.
One week ago.
One week ago.
A successful plan is thought out. It is designed aronud a series of goals, and then strategies are crafted to fit any potential problems inherent to the plan. A good plan is completely circumspect, and any possible outcome has been accounted for.
Erem Dukar thought that his was a good plan, but he was sadly mistaken. The only and, as it turned out to be, very crucial problem he overlooked was the possibility of a third party interfering with their conquest of this world. He had expected reinforcements or some sort of support for the resistance, but he had failed to imagine that their operation would be so quickly ended by several packs of Tuk'ata.
The Sith Hounds had apparently chosen to let the Jedi go, for reasons Dukar was unsure of, and instead focused their attack on the remains of his platoon, quickly tearing through their ranks. Dukar had managed to escape because he was far enough away from the beasts, the explosives, and the rest of his platoon for him to detonate the charge, closing off the entrance and killing half of his most loyal men.
As he ran through the tunnels winding upwards back to the surface and the escape pod they had brought along with them, Dukar turned back occaisonally to fire his blaster at whichever hound was closest to him at the given moment. Luckily for him, these tunnels were small, and the Tuk'ata were much larger than he.
As he broke out of the tunnel system and into the same sector he had entered from, the platoon leader made a direct path to Darkeye's escape pod. Nearing it, the sith paused and looked upwards just in time to dive out of the way as a pair of the hounds dropped down upon him from above.
Dukar rolled off to one side and slammed into a stalagtite... or perhaps it was a stalamite. Regardless of the direction the rock formation took, it was nonetheless painful when two of Dukar's ribs broke on contact. He took about half a second to chastise himself, and then he stood, drawing his second blaster, preparing to take aim.
The beasts were not; however, so foolish as to grant him the opportunity. They circled around him like predators and slowly closed in. They were smart enough to know how dangerous this soldier could be.
Dukar raised an eyebrow an took a step to the left, thus removing himself from the center of the closing circle. The closer of the two hounds took notice and pounced, the other quickly following suit.
Dukar reacted and, rather than jumping out of the way, he thrust his own shoulder into his attacker, whose claws dug, almost ironically, into the broken ribs, lodging there for a brief moment.
With a grunt, Dukar squeezed his trigger and fired two shots into the beat's eyes, and then, with tremendous effort and strength unbefitting of a normal Ubese, he hurled the lifeless hulk at the other hound, throwing it off balance. A second air of shots were enough to eliminate the threat.
Dukar knelt down for a moment and made certain that they were dead before standing and crossing to the pod. As he climbed in, he noticed someting odd lying on the ground next to the dead beasts.
A pair of is own ribs lay bloodied on the ground.
"...Damn"
And with that, the last of the Subterrel Survivors escaped.
Muunilist
Three Days Ago
Three Days Ago
Erem Dukar sat in the sith military Admiralty court before Lieutenant Major Gyhako, bandaged on his side and chained at his wrists and ankles. He looked up grimly as his mission was reviewed.
"You failed, Dukar, to secure Subterrel for us. You lost your entire platoon in the battle, and you did not shut down the planetary defenses. Do you care to explain yourself?"
"It is written in my report, sir..."
"That your platoon was killed by an explosion of your own demolitions that was caused by... let's see... oh, yes. A pack of dogs."
"They were not dogs!"
"That is how you described them, Dukar, and that even that much, we don't believe."
"I have no reason to lie, sir."
"Would you like to know what this board thinks, Dukar? They think that you failed to preoperly shut down the life support systems, and you had to run away with the rest. Would you like to know what I think? I think you did exactly what you were suposed to do, right up until the Jedi arrived. I think you couldn't handle them, so you sacrificed the demolitions and your platoon so you could get away from them, and then you come back here crying wolf... sorry, crying dog."
"Sir!"
"I would have you court-marshalled and executed, but it's not up to me, Dukar. It's up to the Admiralty Court. And they've already spoken. You are to be stripped of your command and imprisoned for treasonous cowardice in the face of duty."
He looked up and called out.
"Guards... remove this man."
Dukar paused for a moment as he looked over the Court Marshall. The man was smart not to trust him. Dukar was, after all, declared mentally unstable by a now deceased phychatric consultant. As the two guards approached, Dukar remembered what it was like to kill somebody who was absolutely certain they couldn't be killed. He had enjoyed it immensely.
A guard took hold of Dukar's shoulder, bringing him up to a standing position. Dukar, in turn, stood up about half-way before ramming his elbow into the guard's sternum, breaking it. As the two fell down, Dukar took hold of the guard's blaster pistol and fired a shot into his side, rolling over and taking another shot into the second guard. As he stood now, a far less confident Gyhako faced him.
"If you kill me, Dukar, they will find you and kill you for this."
Seven blaster bolts, the remainder of the clip, sunk into the Lieutenant Major. The blaster dropped to the floor as Dukar looked over the body, giving his reply in a tongue he had not spoken in over ten years.
"Koh-Tay Kyr'amur te Kyr'ah"? (How can you kill the Dead?)
Concord Dawn
Today
Today
Erem Dukar, dressed now in civilian wares, stepped off the refugee transport the Republic used to bring unwanted Mandalorians to protective zoning worlds and looked to the sun.
"Ibi'tuur, Ni Oyacyir" (today, I live)
(Oh, yeah... now what!??)