Republic Rebellion

[Zoned7EDU]

Ithor was a pristine world that sat in the Mid Rim. The home world of the oddly shaped Ithorians, or Hammerheads as they were called. It was known for its floating cities, dense jungles, and beautiful waterfalls. The Ithorians, loving nature and the environment, built these large floating cities, called Herdships, making sure not to damage any of their beautiful landscape. Oddly enough, this made it an odd planet to control. Resources on the planet were hard to come by, as the planet itself was protected by the local government.

However, Ithor was a Republic world, and the Republic would need to protect the world to make sure it stayed ours. Ardeos Osacio, a Private in the Galactic Republic, was stationed here. A young man, with a full buzzcut, a quirky personality and a brash sense of humor, he wasn’t keen on sitting while the war raged elsewhere. Ardeos was incredibly fearful of death. He fought not for the “glory” of the Republic, but rather to make sure he survived. Suffering an odd disease, Ardeos, under heavy stress, had to talk and shout. He could not fight and get shot at without making a joke or debating with someone about something. Thus, his squad nicknamed him Joker.

Recently though, Ithor had become quite an exhilarating place. An odd rebellion had spread throughout Ithor, shifting the control from a relative, safe haven to a crooked, trigger happy crazy house. The soldiers, guerrillas that used the various forests, mountains, and waterfalls, hated the Republic, and wished it gone from their planet. They didn’t want the Sith to take their planet either of course, and would have rather it be independent. This of course didn’t bode well with the Republic, as they needed Ithor as a good jumping off point towards the Outer Rim.

Today was a particular odd day. A top brass general wanted to move a small contingency of soldiers to a new city, after hearing of problems with numerous guerilla reports. Deciding to send Ardeos and a few other men, two transports were loaded, both with 10-12 men each. Ardeos, waiting outside of his transport, stood in the line, his helmet being held at his side. He sighed bitterly, bored with how low the line was going. The soldiers’ weapons had already been loaded into the transport, and several others seemed rather bored as well.

Rubbing his eyes, Ardeos scanned over the men, looking for someone that he could talk to or at least look at. Feeling that this mission might not go well, Ardeos sighed and looked up at the sky. Clouds were moving fast, and it looked like it would rain soon. They needed to get to Tafanda Bay soon, or else the bad weather might cancel the mission.

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: The Jedi I'm with will die in the shuttle crash unless you want them, I won't be spamming force push from three different angles. Btw, I made a nice little Order 66 reference, haha.)

Jedi Knight Ryke Torus sat next to two other human Jedi, one of them a Padawan, across from the shuttles, watching a mix of Republic Army and Special Force troops pile onto two medium-sized military transports bound for Tafanda Bay. At the behest of the council, Ryke had traveled to Ithor with two other Jedi, Master Caro Plop and his padawan Terren, who had accompanied his master. Normally the Jedi would stay out of such an affair; however, after reports that the rebels had looted several ancient Ithorian Jedi artifacts, Ryke and his compatriots had been called in to assist the Republic soldiers while at the same time serving their own means to retrieve said objects. Their leads as well as the requests of several top brass on Ithor had brought the trio here to accompany these men, and Ryke was never more bored in his entire life until now. Months of searching across Herdship upon herdship had taken it's toll on the inexperienced, albeit powerful Jedi he had become, and Ryke felt the vigor of his early days as a Knight slipping away.

His eyes wandered through the two dozen or so throng of soldiers, the stark white-orange armor of the Republic SF troopers catching his eye. Something made him uneasy whenever he saw armor such as that; they looked almost storm-trooper like, as if they were enforcing the peace rather than protecting it. However, a keen reminder to himself that their loyalty was unquestionable to both the Republic and the force-wielding protectors that served it kept Ryke a little more composed than he might have been. Ease your mind, Ryke. You see an army of jedi-purging troopers where others see simple republic soldiers. Turning his gaze away from those, he evaluated the other soldiers. There were normal troopers amongst the special forces soldiers; in fact, they comprised three-fourths of the two dozen men boarding the transports. His senses briefly brought him to a low-ranking member about his height; there was an aura about him that told him this boy, probably just a year out of basic training, had potential with the Force. However, he was far too old for training as a Jedi. Pulling up his data-pad and looking up the roster of soldiers for this mission that he had stored, he matched a visual referenced to the soldier with a picture, just as he had done with every trooper going on the mission. Your name is... Ardeos Osacio. You have potential. If only the Jedi had found you sooner.

"Ryke, are you alright?" Ryke brought himself back to reality as Master Caro accosted him, an eyebrow raised. A similar bewildered gaze accompanied Padawan Terren, the fourteen year-old's youthful eyes staring at Ryke with utter confusion as to how he had been so entranced. "Yes, Caro, I'm fine. My apologies; I sensed a strong connection in that soldier over there." Ryke slightly raised an armored gloved hand to discretely point out the trooper. Caro nodded a hooded head in agreement, his stark blue eyes staring into the persona of the man whom Ryke had pointed out. Similarly, Terren tried to reach out and sense the force in an attempt to act like his master; of course, his undeveloped skills prevented him from doing as such at such an early stage. The trooper noticed them with slight disgust and wariness before turning back and waiting for his time to move on the shuttle.

As the majority of troopers made their way into the shuttles, Ryke bode his farewells to Master Plop and Terren, who would be on a sister shuttle opposite Ryke. Parting ways, Ryke made his way toward Osacio and a gossiping crowd of troopers, most of whom were excited to have a robed, armored figure carrying a weapon that could cut most objects clean in two. A Special Forces Captain as well as an Army Captain accosted him, boding him welcome as they processed into the shuttle at the end of the line. "Welcome to the crew, Jedi. Looking forward to working with you. We don't usually get this kind of extra fire-power, much less three of you armored tanks when dealing with those damnable rebels." The Army Captain agreed in a chuckle, extending a hand to Ryke, who took it in good faith. "It's nice to be here, Captains. Let's hope this mission goes well, for all our sakes." Looking past them for a second, he caught a wary Ardeos gripping his blaster, ready as if Ryke was going to tear off his robes, reveal his armor and attack him. Laughing slightly, Ryke continued his conversing with the Captains.

[Arruna]

Quite amusing it was as she found the whole preparation, but the weather made her worry of the mission. To fly in such circumstances one had to be ready for everything. As a unexperienced pilot, she hoped things going to turn out well. Everything was settled, only the troops waited impatiently in their lines, at least the two captains seemed okay, and that calm down some men. Chadorhi noticed that, she was surrounded by men, most of them were humans, unless all of them. It was a strange feeling to her, but she attempted to remain ignorant about it. No matter how hard she intended to do that, her frustration made her feel stiff. Always the same thing, she had to got into that. Mission, stress and all these sors of things just came with the job and her old times were over. After the academic years, now it was for real. and she only tasted a little bit of it. How big could be the whole sandwich?

Right after she finished the discussion with the captain a robed figure arrived who made the captains pleased. Without a clue of identification of the stranger Chadorhi turned around and strolled to into the pilot cab. But two other similar looking fellow were noticed by her, at first she thought they might be civilians, important persons of some kind, or engineers. She didn't know too much about Jadies , had never met them before. To be honest she didn't even wished to know anything about them. When she reached the room she sat down next to her partner, an experienced pilot who supervised her. He told her to check all the transport's stuff, it was necessary since from now on their were responsible for a dozen people's lives.

That wasn't all, there was something weird in this twi'lek, what only a Jedi could sense. Darkness, uneasiness and misery had hidden deeply within her, what she did not show, since it was much important to focus on her duty and do everything properly. Recently some unexpected things were going on and everything seemed to be changed, whether good or bad, it was hard to say. Like those clouds in the sky, perhaps they only were ugly and she just did not realized that they were innocent, and she only overreacted the whole thing.

[kozeph]

A rebellion, it stroke odd to the Lieutenant that a rebellion took place in such a peaceful planet, he look sternly at the map of the area where according to intelligence the rebels had made their base of operations, this was a poor operation, the General in charge of this situation was cocky about the superiority of his forces, that now included three Jedi's, who was even more confident in his success yet he didn't had a full report on the rebel strength, this did not bode well for the strike force. Bryn was a little anxious to work with the Jedi, this would be his first operation, working with the guardians of the peace and order, even if the mission was bound to fail because of the General foolishness, yet the presence of the Jedi calmed and made Bryn feel like doing his best, even if he always did his best, the army was Bryn life and his life was there for the Republic, without a single spec of doubt, Bryn did not had anything else in life, the Lieutenant family had taken any chance for Bryn to have a ''normal'' life and he only had his faith in the republic.

He listen to the last part of the debriefing, the tactics the superior gave where simple enough, drop in and shot everything that moves, as he left the Lieutenant led a out a sigh and walked the hangar where the strike team was assembled.

The hangar was an active place, a couple of engineers ran over the place and some soldiers had begone forming lines before entering the landing shuttles, Bryn gazed the sky and mumbled ''Bad weather...bad luck'' the strike force should move soon, if they are to beat the weather so thought the Lieutenant. Soon Bryn gaze reached the Jedi, who stood talking among themselves before a eager captain went to show his appreciation. Bryn looked at his armor that carried two red stripes that signal the blood soon to flow in the Ithorian home world, the Lieutenant walked passed the Jedi and gave a slight nod before heading going to the transport where some soldiers where waiting for the order to board the vessel, as he came closer to the shuttle a comm signaled him that the operation was on route he passed by the soldiers and stood on the entry of the ship ''Move out the mission is on'' he shouted to the troopers that were part of the squad that Bryn was part of.

A few seconds later a general notice came that the assault had began and a lot of movement from soldiers and engineers as they move in to their positions, Bryn led his gaze into the shuttle and spotted his helm and his gun in the chair fattest from the door.. Figures the army is trying to protect their recruitment model, Bryn Dremmor came from a renown family in the Republic army and even if he did not wanted to be related with them he had been given the role of a propaganda hero for the army, Bryn disliked and even hated that job and it sometimes came in his way when leading soldiers, since it made Bryn Dremmor a target for jokes or hypocrites and the like.

The Lieutenant sat in his chair and put on his helmet and crossed his arms, he had little to say to his fellow soldiers, they knew the debriefing and should know not to play hero in enemy territory of unknown strength. Bryn simply sat and waited for the onslaught to begin

[Zoned7EDU]

The call had been made. Immediately, the soldiers quickened their pace, all of them crowding their way onto the small shuttles. Ardeos grabbed his rifle, helmet, and utilities from the quartermaster and boarded one of the small transports. He sat in his seat, hooked his harness over his body and took a deep breath. Oh how he hated flying. Laying his hands over his rifle, Ardeos looked at the different men on the transport. He had noted some Jedi earlier, and prayed they would not be on the same transport.

Most revere Jedi as Gods among men, or guardians of peace. However, Ardeos, born to a rather superstitious father, had been told at a very young age that the Jedi were evil, dark warriors that should never be trusted. And Ardeos felt this way even now, even though he had been a young adult for some time now. He had heard of the various things that Jedi did. Child-Snatching, "innocent" murders, and using that hokey religion to get their way in the Galaxy.

Hooking his helmet to his armor and latching it, Ardeos grumbled to himself. He had customized his armor naturally, as most troopers did. Painted an light blue, Ardeos was easy to pick out of a crowd with his armor. The helmet also had an odd symbol on it, matching what looked to be an odd, blue sword. His family crest. Ardeos looked to his left, looking at the soldier next to him, who had obviously never flown before.

The two transports then lifted off from the hangar when everyone had gotten on. They hovered for a few seconds, checking to make sure everything was stabilized and working properly. After the pilot check went okay, the transports blasted off towards its objective. The herdship that needed to be reached was miles away, and would take a few hours to reach.

The transports flew over the many forested areas of Ithor, seemingly without a problem. Storm clouds began forming, and it had seemed that pretty soon, rain would begin to fall upon the small reinforcement group. They had made it through the area without incident, atleast not yet. Ardeos, sitting in the transport seat and looking up at the ceiling, was nodding off to sleep. He was rather tired, and this weather wasn't helping very much.

Several meters up, in a small wooded area, a man stands on the top of a hilly area. He, along with 5-8 men are staring at the incoming transports. They raise their weapons, and immediately fire on the transports, missiles and lasers skirting around the strike group. They were under attack.

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: Crashed the transport, sorry if a bit early. Just not sure what we would do for posts if we just said we kept getting jostled about and what not. I can revert if we want to wait until the next round.)

Ryke bid a parting wave to Master Plop and his apprentice before moving up the boarding ramp aboard the first shuttle and strapping himself in directly behind the cockpit, lowering his hood and checking that all of his gear was secure. Several of the normal army troopers observed his features to get a good idea of the man who'd save their skins in a time of trouble; however, it seemed as if an equal half of them were wary of the magic wizard who had boarded their transport. The Special Ops troopers, however, seemed quite at calm with Ryke on board; almost of all of them betrayed their thoughts by the relaxed expressions on their faces; at the least the ones who weren't wearing their stark white-orange helmets, of course.

As the transport dusted off the landing pad and slowly gained momentum as it pulled itself away from the Herdship and over Ithor's lust forests, the sensation of flying filled Ryke's senses as he looked across the enclosed passenger compartment once more, his ears tuning in to the sounds of the Special Forces Captain making his spiel to the troops inside the cabin. His armored hands were locked on his shoulder straps, and his stoic face glanced at Ryke as it switched across the room. "Captain Korvois, Army Department will be giving the same spiel in our opposite number. We're part of a couple-dozen strike force comprised of these two transports. We will rendezvous with other forces at Tafanda Bay and form up as the SpecOps unit for a raid on these damned rebels at one of their major supply bases, which has been uploaded to everyone's data-pad. If all goes well, we should be at Tafanda Bay within two standard hours. If not, well... I suppose you can expect your face in the dirt with a blaster pointed at your head. As you may have seen earlier, we have support in the form of Jedi, one of which is aboard this same shuttl----."

The captain was cut off from his spiel as whining alarm klaxons flared, light red strobes flashing across the cockpit as a light rocket signal, then two then three, locked on to the transport. The cabin comm-unit crackled as the pilot yelled for the passengers brace for impact. Ryke's head whip-lashed against the cushioned seat he was strapped into, a large shudder followed by the sound of metal on metal accompanying the transport's tipping out of balance as the engines began to whine and the lighting in the cabin died all together. "Brace for impact!" The pilot's voice smelt of fear and nervousness, and Ryke automatically knew that the Ithorian rebels must have been watching their recent departure from the beginning. Reaching out with the force, Ryke felt the unmasked force signatures of Master Plop and Terren wink out as if they had never existed at all. The other shuttle! His body was jostled about like a rag doll as the military shuttle twisted and shuddered, blaster bolts pinging off it's hull as the transport rapidly lost altitude and slammed through heavy foilage, losing whatever was left of it's crumpled wings and crashing down into the forest line below.

Ryke's entire body ripped free of the leather seat harness as the shuttle crashed through at least a mile of ground shrubs, rumbling as it shredded through the formerly scenic wild-life. Using the force, Ryke attempted to slow his momentum, using the force to slow his collision with what was the floor of the transport now it's right wall in respect to the shuttle sliding on it's side. To no avail, his attempt failed, and Ryke slammed into the durasteel floor with a thud, his eyes blacking out as the transport came to a stop resting against the bruised trunk of a tree.

[Arruna]

Clouds, they really gave her the mood to wish to be somewhere else. The machines were okay in that high-tech metal box which was about to fly, but to check everything from the navigation system through the engines to the safety facilities, it took time. In the end, Chadorhi figured why her supervisor let her do that. It was boring, and cause headache to found out the problem if there was any. That a little pissed her off. The pilot, right next to her was just smiling at her, what she ignored and pretend that everything was fine. After taking a look at the other transport, the other two pilots seemed busy, so she didn't bothered herself any longer. She double checked the engines, just in case before she turned to her fellow pilot.

"Everything prepared for leaving, Sir"

"Great, then let's wait for our passengers."

After a few minutes a captain came in their pilot cab and confirmed that everybody was in and gave permission to depart. The Control Tower did the same thing on the base, gave the permission, that proved that the weather wasn't that bad after all. Then she had given an interesting task, Chadorhi had to managed to get the ship above. Her widen surprised eyes looked at him, but she found something else in them than what she expected. Joy, amusement what made her think that the guy really liked her company, he liked it too much. Only girl on board ... what else should she expected? Lifting off from the hangar went easily, she got a few good words for it. "Nice job." That was just weird from someone who looked at her that way, so she didn't replied. In that moment she couldn't make up her mind about whether he said that as man or as supervisor. The next minutes were spent in silence, there was nothing to said. Till...

A spot on the ground seem shaping, small red points appeared from no where. The two transport flown side by side, but suddenly the transmission between them vanished. Was that the weather or blocked by the enemy? Hard to answer, it was even harder to move those metal boxes in heavy wind. They were easy targets, no wander that after they received the first few hits they lost balance.

"We are losing heights."

Her report found no address in the loud noise of alarm, they tried to take control of the ship, but it was going to nuts. Than their fellow transport got a direct hit and flames come out its window as it lowered. Her attention couldn't follow them, perhaps some could survive, but the pilots were roasted for sure. A moment later she realized the cannons were aiming at them and the number of bloody-red lines were raising surround the ship. Something blow up in their cab, it caused everything shut down. Her scared eyes were searching for her partner, but their found him unconscious. That wasn't fair, she worked hard to survive and he just took a day off. She attempted everything what humanly was possible, but the engines were dead. A sudden idea come and she opened the tank, so the fuel flow out emptying the tank. The only thing was left now to crash landing and to prey for mercy.

Several trees were cut off as the metal construction with a loud cry went through the woods. That slowed it down and softened the crashing. Finally, they stopped. It took a minute or two when she woke up again. Her leg slightly injured, her head was in pain of hell and she didn't find her lekku. It wrapped around her neck. Just blinked, thought nothing, she felt lost then come the birth of her first thought.

"Lieutenant...?"

But as she leaned to him she had to disappointed this time, the older one won't make more fun of her again. His neck seriously damaged. Difficult as it was to stand up, she hardly found her own balance after that crash. Fortunately, it was a good idea to leave the Caroline behind, so the vessel could burn down to dust. After what she sow to happened to the other transport, she did not wished that even for jedis. She tried to open the door that separated her from the others, but it was stucked. Nalan felt weak, her leg hurt, and she only hoped she wasn't the only survivor.

"Hey! Is somebody there? I am stuck here, can you help?!"

[kozeph]

The transport took off smoothly, Bryn sat with his head looking down and his arms crossed with a riffle next to him. The Lieutenant just listen to the comm signal and only looked at the white chest of his Armour with the two red stripes.

Lieutenant Bryn Dremmor, was readying his mind for the battle to come he always took a short time to get, his mind ready for combat the thought of killing, the horrors of battle everything that Bryn could think off, he digested so it would not come and hunt him in his dreams. Bryn led out a heavy sigh, and began looking at the troopers around him most were brand new cadets, the only remarkable people was two Jedi that sat next to him, the older Jedi had his eyes closed and meditated probably getting ready for the battle, the younger of the Jedi was trying to do the same but it was obvious even to Bryn that the Jedi lacked the experience and patience of his master.

The transport was off, and out of Republic territory and in the Rebels domain. Bryn grabbed his riffle and began checking it once more while the Captain gave a short speech to welcome the Jedi master Caro and his young padawan Terren, at this point the Transport began to turn and shake violently and a comm signal came from the pilot cabin ''we are under fire... I.. repe...fire!'' came the pilot voice between the screams made by the alarm, the ship shook a Missile had found them and the door flew off with two soldiers that where dragged off and another died of was unconscious, Bryn couldn't tell he looked at his fellow passengers and heard a second voice, one from another pilot ''We are loosing height'' it was the voice of a woman in distress, the transport shook once more and Bryn was jolted and tossed around like a leaf inside a seastorm, one of the soldiers safety belts broke and he was sent tumbling and rolling around the room, before being blasted off the ship.

The vessel armor shrieked and protested against the trees that got in its way, soon ship hit the ground and dragged itself in the woodland, Bryn's ears were running and he was dizzy and lost, he slowly took off his safety belt, then took a look around a couple of soldiers were moaning and the Younger Jedi was breathing as far as the Lieutenant could tell, sparks occasionally pop around the hull of the ship. At this point Bryn could make out the sound of someone pounding the pilot cod pit and the ask for help, Bryn rushed to the door tried opening it... It did not work so he looked around and saw a gun laying next to the dead captain, the Lieutenant took it and began using it as a tool to open the door, he made progress and dropped the now broken riffle and began using hi straight to force the door open, he was halfway there and saw a blue skin twi'lek sitting on the other side looking desperate and hopefully at his rescuer, The door began closing and Bryn strenght could not hold out and was force to led go of the door.

Bryn dropped to the ground and kicked the door in frustration, then he remembered he had Jedis at his side, turning Bryn made his way to the eldest of the Jedi who looked like he was sleeping, the Lieutenant checked the jedi master and found no sign that he was alive ''Blasted!'' he muttered under his breath and went to the young Jedi that sat next to the dead master, he was breathing and conscious yet dizzy Bryn lightly tap the padawan cheeks till his eyes had centered and he was conscious the Lieutenant wasted no time and unhooked the young Jedi safety off ''I need your help Jedi.. there is a pilot trapped beyond those doors.. I need your lightsaber'' Bryn lifted the Jedi up and helped him to the door. The padawan effortly cut through the door with his lightsaber and soon the remains of the door fell, nearly on top of the Twi'lek the wary Lieutenant rushed inside and looked around.. most people seemed dead or were in critical conditions, he knelled next to he female pilot and check her for any wounds... a leg that was probably broken was all the Lieutenant could see he yelled back ''Get a medic here!'' and looked straight to the eyes of the Twi'lek the only thing separating them was a few inches and the helmet Bryn wore ''You'll be fine soldier...keep it together'' he said confidently, at this point the medic was getting into the cabin and sat next to the wounded pilot, and Bryn stood up and stumbled outside of the crashed ship and scanned the area while he tried to signal for help.

''This is team Two... Lieutenant Dremmor speaking we are down and need evac.. Captain Revler is KIA I repeat KIA.. I repeat we need assistance.. this is Lieutenant does anyone read me?

No answer came from headquarters.. and Bryn began worrying about what he was supposed to do

[Zoned7EDU]

(OOC: Just a reminder, we are all in the same transport. The other transport is apart of the plot-line. Please, do not contact HQ or support. You can try, but all you can get is static, from the rain/storm.)

Ardeos jolted from his daze as the transport fell under fire. Missiles, lasers, and much more exploded around the two transports, and Ardeos held onto his rifle and held his body back, silently praying. He hated flying. Ardeos turned to his right, near a port window and watched the other transport, which was already on fire. Ardeos wanted to scream, but held his emotion in. The other transport then exploded yet again, its port engines being ripped off. The transport was sundered to pieces, being decimated and cut in half by the violent explosion.

A piece of shrapnel from the other transport blew off and flew towards the ship at frightening speeds. It burst through the hall and impaled a soldier that was sitting near Ardeos. He screamed and gripped the large wedge of metal. Ardeos, feeling for the wounded man, unlatched his harness, got up, stabilized himself and lurched over to the man. Yelling for help, Ardeos grabbed the wedge and started pulling it, hoping to pull it out completely. The man yelled louder, shaking as the metal piece stayed lodged in his upper torso.

It was then that the transport Ardeos was in exploded. A missile had smacked one of the engines, sending it into a deathdrop. Ardeos started yelling that this mission was botched right when the transport struck a tree. Ardeos flew from his stance, thrown to the ground, near the Jedi that had also fallen. Pushing off the ground, Ardeos tried to grab ahold of something. However, another explosion rocked the transport, throwing Ardeos up towards the side of the ship, smacking his helmet, and head, against the wall of the hull.

Blacking out isn't fun. Ardeos was laying on the floor, breathing heavily. He could hear his heartbeat, and the rest of the world was muffled. He gulped, and started to get up. Dizzy vision, even through his helmet. He got up and stumbled, sparks shooting throughout the broken transport. A large hole had been blown up near the back of the transport, allowing easy access. Looking up, he realized his helmet had been smashed, revealing a large hold in the top of it. Taking the helmet off, he looked to his right and left. A Jedi and a Soldier were apparently cutting open the cockpit to get to a wounded pilot. Ardeos moved towards them, his vision still blurry. However, a yell made him turn around. A fellow soldier, a man named Quinn, was yelling for him to get over near him. Ardeos stumbled again, trying to shake off the shell-shock.

As he got close, Quinn threw his a rifle. He started to give an order when a blaster bolt ruptured his helmet and he fell to the ground dead. Ardeos backed up, armed his rifle and leaned onto the side of the hole, peeking out to reveal several Rebels starting to attack. A large group of soldiers it seemed, most of them Ithorians. Blaster bolts began firing all over the ship, as the remaining strike team began to bunker down. Ardeos spotted a man outside the ship, the same man who was trying to open the cockpit doors. "Soldier, get inside the ship!" Ardeos yelled. Ardeos then began to open fire on the encroaching soldiers, all of them armed to the brim. So far, no missile-men, thank the heavens. Ardeos knew this wasn't going to be easy.

[Sir Aaron]

Vince was contact at the last minute to help take care of a small rebellion on the beautiful planet of Ithor. A small group had managed to make their way to the restricted surface and the peaceful Ithorians weren't prepared for such a large scale of attack that had taken place. They didn't truly know the extent of the power of the people on the planet's surface, but they knew that it was quite large and quite dangerous. By the time he met at the rendezvous location to take off, everyone had boarded the ship and was nearly fully locked and loaded in place.

Covering the distance to the transport in a few steps, Vince climbed on board and sat down in an empty seat at the end, latching himself in. This was going to be loads of fun, especially because his lack of information on what was going on. Grant it, he wasn't complaining; it was missions like this he lived for. Taking on the mas of idiots in the galaxy who thrived for wrong doing and getting a beautiful sight all int he process. Though, it didn't take long for the latter part, the beauty, being thrown out the window. Grey, dark, heavy storm clouds loomed over head threatening to start a storm at any moment.

Suddenly, it felt like a ripple of water, something didn't seem right. And within a moment, out the window, Vince saw as the other transport vehicle was hit and not long after words the transported vehicle he was on jarred forward too. The engines sputtered, trying to stay alive, at least until the engine outside his window seemed to disappear in a blaze of bright colors. They were firing missiles upon other things at the transports! Vince tried to keep himself calm until he saw a seats away from him. The ship was now in a free fall, so Vince had two decisions to make, risk his life to save the soldiers, or stay in his seat safely buckled in. No, the word safe didn't apply in the least bit right now.

So Vince unlatched his belt and dove towards the injured soldiers. It looked pretty serious, the solider had been sitting near the engine so when it erupted in to flames after the explosion, his shoulder had burned severely, it was third degree if not worse. But before Vince could do anything else, the ship hit the ground and he was thrown forward several feet. As he was, he saw the seat he was sitting in just moments ago disappear as the wall it was against crumbled under the crash. Trying to save another life had in fact saved Vince's own, but he had bigger things to worry about.

His body had remained completely hid by his robes, so no one could see him, good. After a moment, Vince managed to pull himself up to his feet and looked at the soldier that had been burned so severely. He walked over to the man, he lay there, unconscious Vince only hoped. But as he approached, he realized the man wasn't unconscious at all. He was dead. The image was horrifying. The jerking and jarring of the ship's crash landing had caused what little was holding his arm in place to simple snap and left him with no arm. Red poured from the missing limb like a waterfall down the seat and into the wreckage.

It was times like this he greatly regretted his lack of skill and knowledge in the ability to heal in the Force. People shouted for medics, a Jedi and soldier were cutting their way into the cabin. Another soldier shouted for a soldier outside to make his way back to the ship, and it didn't take Vince long to realize why. A rather large sized group was coming at the ship, mainly Ithorians, firing off shots at the ship, and they looked like they weren't ready to stop and they sure weren't taking prisoners.

Unsure of what to do at a moment like this Vince made his way towards what was left of the front of the ship. But as he did, he grasped his what would have been his chest. As his fingers ran across the metal he felt a dent, that meant the possibility of internal damage to his organs! He suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest cavity, but as far as he could tell there wasn't any serious damage. The synthskin sack hadn't been pierced, at least he didn't think it was. If it was, he knew he'd be dead in a few moments, but until then he had work to do.

Vince felt around the rubble to where he had landed after the crash and a moment later found where his lightsaber had fallen off. He picked it up and ignited the blade for a moment, it still worked fine. he deactivated the blade and turned back around facing the back of the ship. It was time for the real fun to begin and for their survival skills to be put to the test. It was pouring down rain, most of their squad was dead, they had a platoon of soldiers closing in on their location, and they had no contact to their base or headquarters.

[Kuhblam]

(Hey Kozeph, I don't know if there was some confusion, but the NPC Jedi were in the other transport because we're gonna kill them off to prevent being over-powered, as was the Captain you kinda re-named. But it's all good.)

Ryke came to consciousness amidst what seemed a chorus of moaning and burning from the wreckage of the ship. Shaking his head, he calmly looked around to survey his scenery before even trying to move. His eyes observed nothing spectacular; most of the passenger cabin was completely wrecked, with dead bodies or in most cases parts of them in various positions around the room. He took a look at his own body, which was pinned underneath two large passenger seats. Struggling to breath because of the apparatus holding him down, Ryke reached out to the force, slowly lifting one chair, then the other off him as new life breathed into his lungs and his legs. Moving each appendage once, he exhaled a short sigh of relief. Two arms, two legs, and no shrapnel. That's the view I'm looking for.

Almost automatically drawing his light-saber in a combat instinct but keeping it de-ignited, he knew there would be no negotiations today. Pushing himself up against a wall formerly the floor of the transport, his eyes turned as two soldiers hoisted a wounded comrade back into the ship through a side-ways boarding ramp entrance. The familiar humm of a light-saber confused him and he looked to see a grime-covered Terren cutting into the cockpit. Hadn't they been on the other transport? Considering the kind of trauma his brain had gone through, anything could be a reality. Terren wouldn't have boarded any transport without his master. Frantically looking around for any sign of Master Plop, he caught what looked to be a shredded corpse in brown robes with a large piece of shrapnel on his back. Caro. Struggling to make his way through the miniature steel forest of passenger crew wreckage, he feared the worst as he came upon what looked to be his former friend. The robes were stained in deep crimson blood, and a look from the Lieutenant at the cockpit door told him that, even without checking for his pulse or force signature, the Master was long gone. Putting one armored knee and coming down to his level, Ryke used his lightsaber and sliced through the metal that was jutting through Caro's midsection. Then flipping over the corpse, Ryke closed his eyes with two fingers before murmuring some old Jedi rite. Retrieving Caro's light-saber, he ignited it for a brief moment to check it stilled worked. Pressing the ignition button, an icy blue blade burned from it's hilt. De-igniting it, he attached it to his belt before taking the rest of Caro's belongings. I will come back for you, friend.

Leaving the venerable corpse, it soon came to Ryke's attention that more pressing matters were at hand. Reaching with the force, Ryke sensed few remaining life-forms that hadn't been majorly injured or killed. Ryke wished he could something for them, but he was no healer. Pushing off with the force to avoid having to navigate through the wreckage inside the passenger cabin, he moved but a yard and out the boarding ramp opening, which was filled with injured soldiers being tended to by their comrades. However, before he could step through, a sling of blaster-shots began to ping against the broken hull of the transport, two soldiers shoving themselves back inside.

"Soldier get back inside the ship!"

The voice was that of the same soldier whom Ryke had sensed before the mission had begun. His stark blue armor was unmistakable between the standard white-orange of the Special Forces and plain, unadorned uniform of the regular troopers. Putting away his light-saber, he pulled a different man aside; his rank was that of a Sergeant, and Ryke could tell he had some form of latant leadership skills. "Leave them to me; I'll take care of the incoming fire. But ready to follow; you'll be the sword for the literal shield I'll create." Moving towards the ramp, Ryke pulled down his hood before igniting his light-saber, a brilliant yellow blade emitting a constant humm from it's hilt. With a quick effortless slash, he took the large boarding ramp off it's hinges, sending it to the forest floor with a thud. Using the force and drawing upon it heavily, Ryke focused all of his energy onto the single object, slowly but surely bringing the object off the shrubs beneath it and flipping it up like a blaster-resistant impromptu shield. Both arms occupied, he turned to the Sergeant the men behind him. "Follow." With this, he stepped down from the low-lying exit and onto the local flora, blaster bolts pinging off the boarding ramp as he pushed his way towards the location of the fire and moving the ramp slightly away from the wreckage for use as cover. The shield slowly passed the soldier in stark blue armor he had noticed before, the force-sensitive whom he thought should have been taken for training. By-passing him, he could tell the look on the soldier's face of dis-belief as Ryke poured all of his concentrated power into holding the boarding ramp upright as more Ithorian rebels began to bear down on their small piece of real-estate.

His head turned to find the Sergeant and four other men behind him besides Ardeos, blaster rifles raised as they fired at the disturbed guerrillas from either side of the side-ways boarding ramp. Brandishing his light-saber, Ryke was almost about to take an active combat stance when he sensed a fourth force-sensitive about the hull of the ship. His head swiveled once again to notice another Jedi; this could be none other than Vincent Beole, who had traveled with him, Master Plop, and Terren to Ithor. Breathing some relief that he wasn't the only Jedi out here and questioning his ability to keep a decent memory, Ryke continued to focus on the task at hand.

[kozeph]

{sorry I thought that we had boarded different transports and had gone in pairs (kublan and zoned & me and Arruna) anyways my bad I'll post after arruna comes btw kublam I dont know if the Sargeant is Bryn.. but Bryn is a Lieutenant just so ya know (:}

[Arruna]

Voices came from the other side, the sign of life, hurrah(!), she won't spend the vacation alone in the middle of jungle. It seemed to her, the door made of metal was hard job to convince it to move by force. With both hands she tried to push it till somebody started to pull. A metal figure, one of the soldiers who did the best he could, but when he throw his gun to the ground, Chadorhi just stood there helplessly. After shrugging her shoulder she shaking her head, because obviously she couldn't set herself free. Walking back and took her seat was the only thing she could do, resting and waiting until somebody came out with the solution. Not much latter a sparkling light begun its way downward on the door. Bravo, the ship was really about to fall apart.

After the door 'surrendered' itself a man came in cockpit, behind him a young jedi was and Nalan saw the others through the open door also. The hope came back to her hearth. Next glance was taken at the rescuer who was well covered by his armor. For a moment she was waiting for something to happen, but then the knight knelt down. Proposal? An eyebrow risen as she was abashed, was curiously looking at him. Blaa! Yes, he had a chivalrous style, but so far he didn't caused the blue cheeks to turn into blush. Actually, he was close to that. His voice sounded serious, Chadorhi saw nothing of his face, so she just nodded and again she remained silent. As he called her "soldier" at least made her feel that others looked at her differently from her pilot partner, but Bryn made up his mind too early when he considered her 'disable'. A broken bone would finish her activities for the next two months, it was just a cut injury. He said something like 'keep it together' and a medic came in.

"I will work on it"

Then her attention strayed somewhere between where Bryn headed and where Vince took care of the jedi's light-saber. She figured immediately she was wrong, those guys weren't engineers. How many of them were on her ship? Mama mia her headache came back. On one board with four of them, now just three, but still too much. No matter, the battle was going to start in any minute now. It was a special case: Man, ahead! Women just after them. While if the males were fighting, Nalan could cook something for dinner and everybody would be happy. And even if man exterminated each other, she would have picnic with the Ithorian ladies to discus this warlike comedy.

Here it came, someone was making knock-knock jokes. Oh no, it was the rebel army and their seemed angry. Good timing, since right after the medic finished with her leg, it was time to do something, quickly. So she went to... went? More like she limped out of the pilot section, was seeking the oxygen support. A small container was belonging of the ship gears, she picked it up for a better use. Carefully she managed to get closer to Ryke and his band. There was some shelter to protect, Nalan throw out the oxygen tank to the enemy's line and she turned back. She didn't wish to bother those guys with her presence, so she let them shooting. From bigger distance she still could see slightly the tank and she grabbed her pistol, aim and shoot. Then again and again till an explosion swallowed some foe soldiers.

"Uh, those guys got their warm-up..."

[kozeph]

Laser bolts flew past Bryn as soon as he finished his transition, that was probably being jammed by the ithorian Rebels "Soldier, get inside the ship!" a blue armored trooper called to him, Bryn didn't say anything as he sprinted back to the ship, a blaster pistol in his hand and occasionally he fired as he retreated. One then two blaster bolts flew next to his head as he got pulled back to the crashed transport.

''Thanks private'' said the weary Bryn as he checked the ground for something bigger than he personal blaster, and found a working gun, while he checked it one of the Jedi's approached him "Leave them to me; I'll take care of the incoming fire. But ready to follow; you'll be the sword for the literal shield I'll create." he just nodded, who was he to second guess the Jedi ''just dont get yourself killed Jedi!'' Bryn shouted at the jedi, then he looked back at the people in the transport and shouted ''Get ready to move out we need to get to higher ground before we are surrounded!''

The Lieutenant stared in amazement when the Jedi began lifting the lading plank without even touching it. you Jedi sure are something he thought to himself and made a slight grim behind his visor.''Move out!'' he said to the soldiers that had gather behind him and the twi'lek pilot, he could see a little fear in her eyes, Bryn was relieved that her leg wasn't broken and treated easily by the medic, behind her now stood both the young Jedi that had help him cut the door and another Jedi Bryn had failed to notice before, by the senator was all the Lieutenant could think before he jumped back outside passing the blue armored trooper and giving him a light tap in the shoulder signaling he had his back.

The band slowly moved behind the shield the Jedi had made, Bryn and the soldiers taking occasionally shots to provide room for the movement of the party, Bryn knelled between the blue armored trooper and the two adult Jedi's and while he shot at the Ithorian Rebels he suggested what their next move should be ''We need to get to higher ground so we can better fend off the rebels... If we are to have any hope to survive this! he didn't said it a order since Bryn wasn't to sure about their current hierarchy, were the Jedi in charge now or was he? he wondered as he shot down a Ithorian that was trying to flank their position, at this point the youngest of the Jedi, the padawan got out of the formation the Jedi and the Republic soldiers had made... Bryn began to shout to him to get back in line...

[Zoned7EDU]

Ardeos fired a few shots, watching the soldier run back into the transport. He leaned out yet again, firing in the group of men that wanted them dead so badly. Blasted rebels. Bastards didn't know when to give up. Blaster bolts shredded the area around the transport, lighting it up in the murky darkness that the rain clouds created. It was like a fireworks display for Creators sake. Leaning back into cover, Ardeos reloaded his Rifle, took a breathe and went to fire again, but not before a noise caught his attention.

The transport buckled for a few seconds, and metal was then sheared off the side of it. It would appear a Jedi had ripped off the loading ramp and was now using it as a shield. Some soldiers had gotten behind it, using it as a moving shield. The rebels, obviously disturbed by the energy blade wielding warrior, fired more now. It would have appeared that the rebels were not being driven back. Ardeos quietly exclaimed. "Friggin religious warriors..."

Bryn then tapped Ardeos, signaling him to join in on the fight. Ardeos sighed and then rushed forward, firing shots all over the area where the rebels had been. Ardeos wasn't even sure how many he had killed, or even hit. Ducking behind the shield, Ardeos would fire out from it periodically, aiming it haphazardly at the rebels. He looked at the Jedi and twitched abit. Their power was magnificent. Terrifying, but magnificent.

The rebels began pulling back from the wreckage, firing their weapons, but mostly running for it. They were fearful and retreating, thank the Creator. However, not all was good. The rebels infront had their backs turned now, but somewhere else currently, their were more shots going off. The second transport. They were still living, or at least something had. Hearing Bryn's suggestion, Ardeos interjected his statement. He couldn't stay quiet for long, as was known for questioning authority. "We can't yet Sir. The second transport, we need to provide support for them!"

Ardeos didn't intend on leaving the second squad for dead. He knew what it was like to be left behind before. It was a terrible feeling. Ardeos did not want anyone else to feel that. The downed second transport was not far off, and the smoke from the transport could be seen from here. Ardeos hoped someone would listen to him. After rescuing their fellow brothers or sisters, then they could get to higher ground. To the East, stood the Tafanda mountain range. It was crawling with rebels, and had been suspected as a outpost for them, but it was the only way out from this forest hell.

[Sir Aaron]

Soldiers seemed to be all over the place, running to and fro, and the ship seemed to be covered with blaster fire as the discharge of guns all over the place drowned most other things out. Vince headed for the back of the ship, that seemed to be the only way out and it was also the location where most if not all of the fire they were taking came from. Just as he got there, he watched as his fellow Jedi ripped away a piece of the boarding ramp and stepped out of the ship. Following suit, Vince stepped forward hastily, making sure to keep behind the large sheet of metal. He had to admit, the large shield was definitely useful, and it was big enough to keep what was left of the platoon safe from the shots. Wanting to do his part in helping with the rebels, Vince reached out with the Force and then, with a little bit of concentration managed to cause a few of the rebels to fly backwards using the Force. He wasn't of much use until they were able to close in on their foes. Another soldier brought up the other transport that too had fallen, Vince nodded at the soldier's decision to not abandon them.

"Yes, I agree" Vince's voice was barely audible over the blaster fire, "I believe we should go and see who we can save from the other transport" Vince shot a look over in the direction of the smoke, which he could only guess was the other transport.

Looking over at his fellow Jedi, he searched his mind for a moment trying to recall the name of the man who he worked beside. Then it clicked, Ryke, he had heard a bit about the Jedi, but his debriefing on what was supposed to be a relatively routine mission dealing with a small group of rebels had clearly gone wrong. But instantly his thoughts turned to the woman from the ship's cockpit who had been trapped after the wreck. She was limping and Vince assumed she was also in pain, so he offered his arm to help support her, though a sudden stream of blaster bolts against the boarding ramp pulled Vince's attention back to what was going on at the very moment. Things weren't looking too good right and now, and though he wanted to help the pilot, the rebels needed to be taken care of and soon. He knew the boarding ramp was strong, but how long could it suffer from so much heavy fire?

He pulled out his lightsaber once again, reigniting it, watching as the green blade seemed to come to life, he was prepared for his attack. He reached out with the Force, feeling how many of them were left, it was a good amount. So Vince closed his eyes, taking a breathe for a moment and relaxing himself, he didn't need any distractions in his mind or anything to worry about. With that, he slowly stepped from behind the boarding ramp, still walking next to it. He began volleying blaster shots, some he was able to redirect back at their owners, others scorched nearby trees, bushes, and plants. This was going to be a bad day, a bad day indeed...

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: Sorry for a lack of detail and a short post, writing a bio right now.)

Ryke's acute ears listened in on the confusing conversation. There were two different sides here, no one was taking charge and in his mind bureaucracy had always been a shining example of a jumbled, failed way to make decisions. Ryke's toned voice stepped in as he used the Force to press down on the boarding ramp and dig it into the ground, releasing his grip on it as he stabilized it's anchoring in the green vegetation surrounding the group.

"We cannot stay here. There is not enough time. We will be surrounded, and then we will be destroyed. Lieutenant Dremmor, elect a man to take the survivors to higher ground and get them out of here or do it yourself. I will take five men and women to the other transport and see who I can find. We will rendezvous at the first emergency fall back point near the base of the Tafanda mount range."

His voice imparted confidence in the situation, and although Ryke was no leader, anyone could see the situation was rapidly deteriorating. There would soon be too much fire to deflect away from the survivors, and even a single, well-placed frag grenade could take out half the group.

The solitary whoosh! of a fired missile alerted Ryke's force-aided senses as his head turned to the left and a light-saber ignited in his hand, a bright yellow-blade emitting with a hum from it's silvery hilt. With the Force as his ally, Ryke stepped out from cover to see the rocket barreling towards the ground in front of him. Pushing off with the Force, Ryke's hands formed as he stretched them outwards from his abdomen at the rocket, sending it flying awry and into a large aged tree, cracking it in half completely and sending the massive upper part of it crashing down onto several entrenched rebels and crushing them amidst a string of choreographed screams as large pieces of charred bark rained down to impale other Ithorian guerrillas.

His light-saber deflecting a string of several crimson red blaster bolts coming from the tree-line, his hooded face called out to the group behind him which had gathered at the boarding ramp he had placed for protection. "I need volunteers, and I cannot guarantee your safety nor mine. Who is coming?" Although he was young, Ryke was exhibiting an authoritative manner he hadn't shown since his fighting Sith troops on Mygeeto.

[Arruna]

Sparks of bolds were wherever she looked at as she was about to march back the ship. At that point she noticed the others who gathered behind the ramp-wall which was build in a few second. Thanks for the Jedi the situation seemed much hopeful, and she needed all the bravery she could get. Instead of fighting she attempted to continue what she started lately. With some creativity it was possible to make some weapon or to prepare something useful. Sadly most of the equipment damaged, so there wasn't too much she could think of, but one thing. The rain. Whatever the enemy intended to do they hardly headed in rainy time with an army. Soon Nalan returned to her companions, who were discussing the situation.

The fight wasn't over, but it seemed the Ithorians gave up for a while and retreated. Now, a new problem the other transport was, likely some of them had been lucky, so best thing was to check it out. Her fingers wrapped the handle of her pistol and she took a look out of the ramp. It was clear, the rain rarely changed the view, but still a few Ithorians were pointing at them with their weapons.

"Indeed, we can't leave anybody behind just like that, At least we shell try it. This is our chance, the rebels are going away."

Then a strange thing happened, one of the Jedi offered her his hand. That was nice, but - and there is always a 'but' - rebels were restless and gave more job to the poor knight. In such a case like this she had to trust her partners, no matter, what she usually thought about their force. That seemed so unnatural, scary. Chadorhi was pointing out with her pistol at the rebels and shoot a few times. Then hearing the light-sabers and seeing the Jedi redirecting the bolt back made her shook her head. What ever they did was supernatural, speed, sense etc... Perhaps she was just envy.

"We only have a chance if we stick together. If we pick up the other lads we got more chance, I am in, so let's go."

Respounded to Ryke, of course she won't go alone, but if some of them would follow her than she would go out, especially with someone who can weild a sword.

[kozeph]

The rain fell down Bryn visor, blasted weather.. things where getting bad, the Lieutenant barely heard what the private in blue said, the noise of blaster hitting the plank made wall, and the distant thunder made things difficult to hear. The trooper had noticed something Dremmor had not, there was still other people alive in the second transport, they needed help and the chances of actually pulling through alive was if they regrouped with the other squad.

The Jedi wielding a yellow lightsaber made a point, Bryn was in charge and he needed to make up his mind soon before they were overwhelm. ''This is what will do... a small enough group, no more than 4 will flank the enemy after we the main body draw their attention'' he said while looking at the rest of the soldiers ''It will be dangerous for both teams but if he work together with the Jedi we can do it Bryn was taking charge of the situation ''Listen I suggest you Jedi take no more than three people and after we draw their fire go and flank the Ithorians and open the way for us, I'll stay here and lead who ever stays behind with the main group the Lieutenant drew a thermal detonator and the ones in his team did the same

'' FOR THE REPUBLIC''

shouted Bryn as the barrage of grenades flew in the air, to the position where the rebels had been shooting the republic troopers, Bryn led the charge firing his blaster riffle at any Ithorian who survived the blast from the granades... the tie would soon change to the rebels side, but Bryn was confident that the Jedi would pull through and make things easier for the main squad, as they advanced to save their comrades.

[Zoned7EDU]

Blaster bolts erupted around them, blasting holes in the dirt and scorching the nearby trees. Ardeos took a breathe, listening in on the conversation. He ducked behind the ramp, the only soldier there without a helmet. Aiming high above, he took potshots at the rebels as the tree landed on top of them. The Jedi had a plan, as did the Lieutenant. One group would draw the fire, the other would rescue the downed transport. Then they'd meet up after flanking the rest of the attackers. They needed to execute this plan flawlessly. Ardeos turned towards Ryke and the other Jedi. "I'm not a fan of your religion or your expertise. But everyone's counting on you. Don't let us down." He said it with a flair of malice, but hope at the same time.

In one quick moment, he leaped over the metal ramp and began following behind Bryn, firing his rifle at quick speeds, killing the rebels who were left. The rebel group had thinned out, leaving a few to deal with. Ardeos fired and growled as he did. He hated the conflict of war, but did this for his family, so that they may live in the end of it all. Who would've guessed though? A rebellion, on Ithor no less.

A long, flash of light shot through the air, and a trooper standing next to Chadorhi fell down dead. A bolt had pierced his helmet and skull, killing him instantly. Another trooper near the ramp shouted out the words that echoed throughout the forest. "Sniper!" Ardeos turned to the hightops of the trees. Somewhere, a sniper was firing from there. He started to sweat a little, worried that the next shot would be for him.

Elsewhere, several meters or so away, several troopers stayed at the second transport, trying to keep it protected. However, their transport had been cut into two pieces, the bottom landing and skidding across the forest floor. The cockpit had been ripped asunder and landed in the branches, barely being held up.