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  RE: Thyveck: Backs against the wall
June 17, 2011 6:12:15 PM    View the profile of Kilroy 
Corporal Bi ‘Benny’ Han was tired, not from the stress of combat, but from an ever growing feeling that he might end up buying the farm today.  This is going to get ugly, just like on Titanicus.  He thought, scoring another kill as a poor trooper poked his head out from cover for too long.  As the main Imperial line began to fall back, a few members from Galm and BlackJack remained behind, intent on rescuing their comrade that was cut off from them.  It was hard enough that they had limited support earlier, but now they were entering unknown territory with next to nothing, save the weapons already on them.  Turning towards Sergeant Valthir, he motioned towards the wall, pointing out possible locations to find their fellow trooper.  “It won’t be long now Sarge, all things considered; I’d say that we have five minutes top to find our man.  That is if they don’t have Raptor units here." 

“Why do you say that?  And Raptors, what are they?”

“Reppie Jump-troopers, easy to spot and suck at shooting, but they’re vicious in close combat.  You can tell they’re inbound due to the banshee scream coming from the packs they wear.”   

“I see…So better get a move on then corporal.  Not going to do us any good just sitting here waiting.”

Grimacing, Benny hopped onto the nearest ledge, wondering how much time they had before they were spotted and attacked in force.  It wasn’t long before he noticed a rather large group of shadows and familiar sound racing towards them at a very fast pace.  Looking up, Benny’s blood ran cold as he realized just what was heading his way.  In the scant few seconds he had left, Benny fired a few volleys into the skies above him, hoping to draw BlackJack and the rest of Galm’s attention before he himself was gunned down in a withering hail of gunfire.

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“Damn you all to hell!”  Kilroy cried out as he saw the life snuffed out from Galm squad’s leader.  While the now deceased corporal was able to alert his comrades, his warning was too little too late as the stormtroopers were now fighting an enemy that was now in their very midst.  Firing his recently procured shotgun into the chest of the nearest Republic jump-trooper, Kilroy took a quick glance to see how the others were doing.  Preacher took out his man, Cipher’ and Tanner are currently with BlackJack.  Now where are Nagase and the Sarge?  He thought, looking for the smallest and most timid member of Galm squad.  Hearing a blood curdling scream nearby, Kilroy found Nagase surrounded by four Reppies, her helmet missing and a bloodied corpse lying beside her.

“Did she just?  She can’t be real!”

“How the frak did that happened?  And what kind of sick fuck lets her go unleashed?”

“Who cares? Let’s kill this bitch!”

After overhearing an increasing amount insulting commentary about his friend, any thoughts he had about quickly dispatching the Republic Soldiers were quickly drowned out as Kilroy reached his breaking point.  While the eccentricity that was prevalent in Galm, the normally calm and collected trooper now snarled with what could pass for primal rage.  While Nagase appearance wasn’t like the other members and often the subject of several jokes during basic training, it took a vast order of guts or idiocy to deride, let alone hurt her in front of any Galm member. With a loud warcry harkening back to the old days on Rhyza, Kilroy joined the fray to fight alongside his friend.  “THIS IS THE JUDGEMENT OF THE RIGHTEOUS, SCUM!”

“Hey lookie here, another wants to die.”

“FOOL, YOU CAN NOT KILL DEATH!”

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Sergeant Valthir’s mind was on overdrive, all possible options filtered through his mind quickly and efficiently despite the fact that he and the men under his command were caught by surprised.  All things considered, it helped that he didn’t have to worry about himself getting into hand to hand anytime soon when most of their assailants were concentrating on a pair of Galm troopers.  Watching the fight out of the corner of his eye, Valthir was nonetheless impressed how well the two fighting styles complimented each other.  Ya know, if I didn’t see Nagase rip that one man’s throat out, I could have sworn she practiced a form of Taejitsu.  He thought as he and Preacher raced through an opening.  Flipping on a system wide channel, Valthir called out to their soon-to-be newest member and hoped that he was within range.  “TK-2301 report, confirm your position from my coordinates.”

“Position confirmed.  Damn it, I spotted a group of Reppie troopers jumping to that area just a minute ago.  I took a few of them out in flight, but a majority got away.  Any casualties on our side?”

“We lost one, rest of ‘em will be the jump-troopers.”

“Roger, coming your way.  ETA one minute.”

“Confirmed, better get here quick, more Raptors might be on the way.”

After confirming that the trooper was relatively close, Valthir took a glance down to see how Kilroy and Nagase were faring.  In comparison, while the bigger trooper was on even ground against his opponents and fought with a vicious brawling style, the smaller, more nimble Nagase looked like an elegant dancer going through a normal practice routine until she bit down into another man’s neck and let the blood splatter across her face.  Wincing with imaginary pain, Valthir couldn’t help but swear when he saw them both finish off the last opponent by tearing the poor bastards arms off.  Hearing the Nagase howl like a dire wolf, one thought ran through his mind as he finally recognized just why they called themselves Galm.

Dogs of war indeed.


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Hooray lack of sleep!  Also in case anyone was wondering, Nagase is intended to look similar to Horo/Holo from Spice and Wolf....or just look here http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=Horo#/d1szi5v
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  RE: Thyveck: Backs against the wall
June 17, 2011 7:06:45 PM    View the profile of Karash 
The squads situation had descended into what was essentially anarchy, they had become little more than animals backed into a corner. They had no hope of defeating their foe, they had little hope of escape but they were not willing to go quietly; the RAIDERS were taunting and jeering at their unseen enemy almost daring them to come out. Not one of them wanted to die underneath some forsaken city and be forgotten about by everyone that had ever known them.

“Well then, this is it.” Whispered Karash.

After a brief exchange between Joamer and the New Republic leader, the squad ceased their provocation. They stood in an uneasy quiet with only their heavy breathing and occasional shuffling audible, it was a cliché but this was the quiet before the storm. Despite their fighting against death, Karash was beginning to think that death would be a rather welcome change of peace at the very least it would provide a very long time to rest; even if it was in obscurity.

“There is no point in delaying any longer.” Karash found himself saying.

‘Be careful what you wish for’ were the medic’s immediate thoughts. It was only a matter of seconds until the NR forces did begin to rush into the cavern, being met by a flurry of shots from the RAIDERS. The state of anarchy quickly remerged and it was almost impossible to tell what was actually going on. The squad had no hope of winning but they were fighting above the odds, they were the ones who had the most to lose and they were the ones not willing to go out cowering in the tunnels. Shooting almost indiscriminately Karash could not tell whether he was doing so out of instinct or actual conscious thought, not that it mattered. Looking around he could see his squad doing much the same, each of them with the same determined and slightly crazed look in their tired eyes. It was rare for Karash to feel pride in anything but for that moment he was proud of his squad.

Over the roar of battle Joamer’s voice was just audible, “Fall back into the tunnels!”

‘What’s the point?’ Karash wanted to ask but did not bother; it was doubtful whether he would have been heard anyway. It made little difference now whether the squad were to die here or during a fighting retreat through the never ending tunnels that surrounded them. Any attempt at retreat would of course be nearly impossible, they had a large section of the NR forces on top of them and they were not likely to let one squad be seen to out run them in a near inescapable area. Brightstar led the squad back into the tunnels; Joamer was obviously unwilling to leave until each member of his squad had made it back to relative safety, a curious act as it did not really matter where they died. In actual fact it would probably be better for the squad to die now, rather than dying after they recovered some glimpse of hope for that would the cruellest of all jokes; to die just when they thought they were safe, ‘similar to a piece of bad drama writing’ Karash smiled in recognition of his inner monologues attempt at humour. 

“There is no point in either of us standing around here for much longer.” Karash shouted in the general direction of Joamer, whilst dodging the ever growing amount of fire the NR troopers were returning.

“I am not going until you are all out of here!” Joamer shouted with, he was past any point of determination Karash had seen in fact the look on the SL’s face was disturbing.

Now, because of the squads change in position and ever growing NR presence, Karash and Joamer were dodging fire from all directions. As the squad began their fighting retreat it was an odd feeling to look back into the cavern as it slowly left sight, it was odd to see the place where you should have died slowly disappear. For a moment Karash had to make sure he was not having some kind of out of body experience but the reality of being shot did not escape him as a number of shots whizzed past him. What was perhaps stranger still was that they had left one tomb and were entering another; surely this one had to be theirs.
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  RE: Thyveck: Backs against the wall
June 17, 2011 7:44:33 PM    View the profile of Rawr 
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Private First Class Kristof “Rawr” O’Neill stood at his post, looking down the scope of his E-45 blaster rifle, it was about that time. He could honestly saw he was sick of being on Thyveck, this campaign had been hell. He started on so long ago, on a standard guard rotation - due to a paperwork mix-up - and then eventually made his way into Eclipse squad. A long campaign, all combat for months. For the majority of the time, the Imperials had been on edge and left with limited support - now that had all changed. Now STC command had arrived, they had been “found” ... it was about time. Time to end this struggle, and get out alive.

It was all now a waiting game, Eclipse was just waiting in cover. Both the Republic troopers and the Imperials troopers would spend time taking shots at each other - to no end. Rawr could only hope that something would change the status quo before they all ran out of ammunition - something for the better. What he would give for a single Naval bombing run right now, something that could mop up all of the Republic troopers in one deadly run. All he wanted to do was get off this rock, and go back to Selke to search for his sister - the first thing he would do when there was time after this campaign.

The Thunderbirds emerged from the buildings, in plain view of Eclipse - from their high vantage point - and they stood next to the melted blast doors, they did not see their leader. The was a mixed feeling from the squad, some figured he was stuck and going a different path - others though he may had been captured. The morale was getting low, they were just as tired of the campaign as the Imperials, true irony - the Republic and the Imperials agreeing on something. Thyveck had taken its toll on them all, there was a large number of casualties on both sides. Blaster fire could be heard constantly, it never ended and the shots were precise from both sides.

A single tank positioned itself near the blast doors, before the rubble from Eclipse’s trap. Blaster fire was no use against something of that magnitude, and a single shot from it could take out the corner of the building that Eclipse was using as cover. Though no shots were taken, it only sat there ... waiting for its time to make the move - to strike.

“Sir, something just moved back into the area. Looks like a tank.” Rawr reported over Comm. to the Squad leader.
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  RE: Thyveck: Backs against the wall
June 17, 2011 8:28:13 PM    View the profile of Valthir 
The living beings that had been Republic jumptroopers were no more. Instead, they were scattered upon the floor, in various states of dismemberment. Like savage animals, a few members of Galm squad had lit into the jumptroopers and tore them apart. Some had been attacked directly by the Galm troopers, others had been cut down by laser blasts. Either way, they were dead.

It had been a while since Valthir had saw carnage of this sort. Six months ago, his stomach would have rebelled at such a sight, churning up a frothy mixture of his stomach contents to be regurgitated. Now, he felt nothing.

Nothing but the cold.

He tore his eyes away from the bloody mess and motioned for the group to keep moving. They couldn’t stop, not now. Not this close. They had to keep moving.

“Garryll, where are you?” Valthir spoke into his comlink.

“Up ahead of your group. What happened?”

“Jumptroopers. Ambushed us and took out one of the Galm troopers. The corporal.”

Garryll sighed, barely audible, “Ok. I’ve been speaking to command. They had some Republic troopers break in up ahead and they had to seal the doors. We won’t be able to get through for a while until they override the lock. We’ve been hearing some jumptroopers around so be careful. Garryll out.”

With a click, the connection was cut.

Great. What if they don’t get the doors open in time? No, don’t think that.

Pushing away the thoughts, he moved on. The distant buzz of jumppacks drew closer and then moved farther away as they walked.

Valthir noted the noise and responded, “Be alert people. We don’t need those jumptroopers dropping in on us unannounced.”

They approached the end of the section, and spotted Garryll’s group ahead, waiting outside of the heavy doors. They were visibly tense, understandably so.

“How much longer?” Valthir asked.

Garryll paused before replying, “Probably another ten minutes. Where is TK-2301?”

“Last known position . . .” Valthir rattled off coordinates, “So he’s up on the wall. I have no idea how he’s going to be able to get down to us, short of jumping off. And that won’t end well.”

“You’ll think of something.”

They cut the conversation as Valthir’s group arrived at the doors. They had barely stopped when the attack came. Jumptroopers soared over the walls around them and descended rapidly towards the Imperial troops. Instantly, the Imperials broke and scattered, taking cover where they could. Every now and then, a jumptrooper thudded to the ground, armor cracked in various places or jumppack disabled. Up above, 2301 was helping them, taking down what enemies he could.

At first, the combat was simply restricted to blasters as the jumptroopers poured in. Then, as the last few landed, the melee began. The jumppacks were cumbersome and restrictive, a fact that the Imperials picked up on quickly.

Lunging forward, Valthir whipped out his knife and leaped onto a jumptrooper, plunging the knife deep into the enemy’s neck as he did so. Riding the body to the ground, he used his momentum to the tear the knife free as he rolled forwards.

The fighting was fierce, but it slowly abated, until the Imperials were left standing, breathing hard as they recovered.

Valthir wiped his knife clean and sheathed it on a nearby body, not bothering to identify it. As he did so, another trooper approached him. Valthir paused a moment as he attempted to recognize the armor.

When no identity came forward, he inquired, “Yes?”

“TK-2301. At your service. Callsign: Unforgiven.” the trooper said, half-saluting.

Nodding, Valthir answered, “Ah. Good. How did you get down?”

“I took one of the jumptroopers out and he landed on the wall. So naturally I took his jumppack and came down on my own.”

“Excellent.”

Opening up a channel to the 2nd Lieutenant, Valthir spoke, “Guess who just showed up? Our newest trooper. He hitched a ride on a stolen jumppack.”

“Fantastic. We didn’t lose many people, thankfully. One of Galm and a few other troopers who were along to help us. None of Blackjack.” Garryll sounded slightly pleased for a moment, but his tone quickly turned grim.

Valthir ignored it and replied, “Right. Now that we’re all together, what next?”
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  RE: Thyveck: Backs against the wall
June 17, 2011 8:48:11 PM    View the profile of Skarr 
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ECLIPSE

The squad leader of Eclipse was surprised at the level of blood lust his Cathar trooper was showing. He only hoped Thengil would remain disciplined enough to take orders. Eclipse squad began to gather around Skarr as they ran out of room to retreat. There was only one set of blast doors left. Anival had not made it back with the tank yet and Skarr did not think he would in time. And half of the stormtroopers that had been fighting with Eclipse were either dead or captured. Skarr was running out of options and men. Soon enough, the Republic would be completely over them. They had since cleared the rubble of the fallen buildings and pushed Eclipse even further back than Skarr expected.

In one case, they had had to leave one set of blast doors completely open as they fell back, the Republic had been so close. It literally made Skarr sick. There was no winning this time around, he could feel it. The Republic had brought their tanks and men to bear. Several salvos left the tank, tearing up the ground around Skarr. His back was to a fallen chunk of wall that had embedded itself into the street. Taran was nearby, still choosing his shots carefully.

The Republic were gaining ground on Eclipse once again. Skarr could not allow it.

“Fall back!” Skarr announced. He had said that too much today. It would be the end soon. He knew that. The remaining troops for the Empire retreated back behind the final blast door. It closed with a final thud that rang an omen in Skarr’s head. There was no only one place left to go. The citadel lay behind them and Skarr began ushering the troopers inside. There was no sense in having them stay out in the street where the tanks could fire on them.

Once inside, the troopers began scrambling cover. And that was when reality came crashing down. The first explosion sounded, far off into the distance. And a tremor was felt even in the citadel. It was the first of many. Skarr’s helmet comm came to life. He still could not believe it.

“Stand down! Thyveck is lost! I repeat, stand down!” the message rang through everyone’s helmet. It was broadcasting on the Vast Empire’s private frequency. It was from their superiors. Skarr trembled. It was not right. The VE did not lose.

The squad leader looked around. He would let it end this way. Absolutely could not. His squad was confused at the surrender order.

“The order stands. Put down your weapons.” Skarr ordered. He began walking towards the doors.

“And where the hell are you going!?” it was Taran that said this.

Skarr looked back slowly. “Outside.”

Treble joined in this time, “Why would you do that?”

It was time to come clean. Skarr would not keep his squad in the dark. They had to know. “It’s not going to end this way. I’m going out there. And I’m going to take on the whole damn Republic army. Because I can’t let it end this way.”

“Oh great, that explains everything,” Taran muttered, “Because dieing is a better way of ending things, yeah?” Skarr looked at him pointedly. He did not have time for argument. They had to stay. He would not put anyone else at risk this way.

“We’ll go with you,” Rawr spoke up.

“No. I am going alone. No one else. And that is an order.” Everyone stared at him, but most stood down. There was no arguing with him, they could see. Except for Taran. He walked up to Skarr.

“Are you sure this is the right thing to do?” he asked, almost under his breath.

Skarr nodded, “I’m sure. I’m not just going to be captured. Do me a favor Taran. Make sure whoever gets the SL job does it right.” Taran nodded slowly. And clasped Skarr’s hand. The squad leader bent down and grabbed his E-45. He left the citadel with his squad inside, waiting for the surrender to be broadcasted to the New Republic. The outside was cold and empty. The blast doors were almost melted completely.

Skarr settled into cover, his blaster raised and at the ready. As the first hole opened up in the blast doors, he depressed the trigger. His breath held, the first bolt went right through the first trooper’s head. The second blasted a man in the chest. The third tore a man through the stomach. And the blasts just kept coming. The Republic were temporarily surprised, not only because of the attack, but because of it coming from a single source.

The squad leader kept firing, blast after blast, his rifle almost on empty. He was just about to fire again when an agonizing pain ripped up his arm. His shoulder had been blasted apart by one of the Republic troops. The pain had been enough to knock Skarr unconscious and his body feel limply back to the ground.

***

The Republic troopers advanced on the citadel and no more fire came their way. One of the troops ran over to where he had made his kill. His squad mates behind him. The man was on the ground, shot in the shoulder, presumably dead. He bent down and felt for a pulse.

“Holy shit, this one’s still alive!” the man exclaimed. He raised his eyes and seen the markings the man’s armor. “Whoa, we may have gotten the jackpot here. This one has SL markings of an elite squad. Get a stretcher!”

***

Taran watched from inside the citadel as the New Republic carried his squad leader away. He was alive and well. And if Eclipse ever got out of this hell, they would be going after Norith Skarr. Don’t worry, pal. We’re coming.

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Well, this is the end of the Eclipse side of things. There are still a few hours left for this story. So if anyone wants to make any more posts do so. Just because the fighting is over doesn't mean there isn't some good opportunity for another post. And no, this is not the end of Skarr. I am not leaving. Carry on, fellas and say goodbye to Thyveck Campaign.
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June 17, 2011 10:27:17 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
The blast doors stood taller than Valdell Gate had, this chokepoint both so much grander and far more important. Where Valdell Gate had been the portal between the Gatehouse and the low-level South-Eastern defense walls, this Gate was one of six critical defense points that led into the Mid-level battlements. Its name was far less grandiose than Valdell, some dead General; it was simply given a letter. It was Delta Gate.

Bastion’s Garrison was empty. Those forces that weren’t dead or deployed had gathered at critical chokepoints or were scattered across the walls, holding back Republic forces that attempted to break through.

Imperial tanks, infantry, anti-tank guns, mortars, gun positions, aid stations, frantically working mechanics and armorers; hundreds of men and women moving with purpose to prepare for the inevitable attack of the Republic’s attack force.

The Blackjacks, remnants of Galm and Army platoon attached to them marched into the war camp, which was arrayed around the large open area at the mouth of the blast doors. Gates directed his Stormtroopers and the army troopers to start taking up positions where they could, fortifying the dozens of Imperial positions behind barricades or sandbags.

“Valthir, with me,” Gates murmured into the comlink. Their most recent encounter with the jumptroopers had just been the most recent in a long line of battles; it had all just melted into a solid war of pain and blood and exhaustion.

The two Blackjack leaders made their way to the command area of the assembly, dodging past the controlled chaos of the Imperial war machine at work. Gates pulled his helmet off as they approached; the command area was a large tent. Outside, two Stormtroopers stood. They nodded at Gates as he and Valthir walked past them and into the tent.

Four men stood around a table, discussing strategy and troop deployments. One wore a Sergeant’s bars, one a Captain’s, and the remaining two lieutenant’s. The sergeant and one of the lieutenants were in Stormtrooper kit, the other lieutenant in the tightly-fitting uniform of a tank commander, and the Captain in army fatigues.

“Second Lieutenant Gates and Sergeant Valthir reporting. Blackjack is reporting,” Garryll said. The two Stormtroopers nodded respectfully, and the tank commander nodded as well. The captain ran an eye over them and back to the table.

“Weren’t you to hold Valdell?” said the man, not looking up from the table.

“We held that Gate for as long as was possible,” Gates responded. “Over five hundred Republic soldiers and six tanks approached a position held by fewer than twenty soldiers. We held them for three assaults. We bought time. Sir.”

The Captain grunted again. Gates immediately took a disliking to him. A comlink trilled on the table, and the captain pressed a button. “Yes?”

“Valdell Gates has been compromised, sir,” said the voice on the other end. ”Republic forces are starting to come this way.”

The Captain was in the midst of shooting Gates another dirty look and was opening his mouth when the Stormtrooper officer pulled a detonator from his pack.

“I am not such an incompetent that I do not have a back-up plan,” Gates said quietly, thumbing the buttons. The officer’s lip curled and he turned again back to the table. Hundreds of meters away, a dozen infantry and a tank were crushed as Valdell Gate collapsed onto them. The blown-apart blast doors and the now-collapsed superstructure of the Gate would again slow the Republic advance.

Gates moved closer to the map. It was an over-head view of Delta Gate and the surrounding battlements, only a small corner of Bastion, really. A few markers were scattered around Delta Gate, the Imperial forces that were dug in around the Gate. Further down the outer wall, scattered Imperial forces were marked, but their strength was scattered, trying to hold back the Republic forces still scattered around the Bastion and not pouring into the fort. A huge group of red enemy markers were cast over the Gatehouse of Bastion; the mass of Republic forces that had already poured into the base and were trying to push at the later Gates.

Their backs were almost utterly against a dead end - they only had a little ways to fall back any more. Raiders squad had to succeed soon, and make this battle moot. Garryll did not relish fighting against overwhelming numbers in such poor conditions. The Imperial forces were so clustered, and the Bastion simply didn’t have enough maneuvering room on its walls for two forces to fully collide. In short, the forces who were at the front of a formation were boxed in on three sides by allies and could only go forwards, into the waiting guns of their enemies, or sit and pray.

The cracking of the Bastion Gatehouse would break the Imperial defense. It simply wasn’t possible for the limited Imperial forces to hold out against such massive numbers forever without reinforcements. It was their duty to stand and fight and die until they were all gone.

This was the worst of war - to fight without hope of victory, to bleed and die for no discernible purpose. Garryll would never have chosen to fight for this place. He closed his eyes - the hopelessness of their endeavor threatened to crack his mask of composure, and reveal his tired anger and hatred of Thyveck, and of all of its death and misery.

Simultaneously, however, the comlinks of all the men in the tent buzzed. Gates’ microbead had replaced his link, and it, too chirped in his ear. He pressed a finger to the device, and despite the uneasiness of the coincidence, spoke quietly, “Gates here. Go ahead.”

“Stand down! All forces, stand down!”

Gates cut the link there, anger exploding in his forehead. “What. The. Hell.”

He grabbed his helmet and pulled it on, his HUD instantly popping up. He blinked at his comlink activation, and flipped quickly to Phoenix Command. “Havock. What is this shit?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like, Garryll. Thyveck - it’s over,” Havock replied, sounding as tired as Gates did, but carrying a tone of resignation in place of fury. “Bastion has been denied as a useful military outpost. There’s no reason to fight any more.”

Gates sat heavily in a chair. He’d wasted six months of his life on this rock, though it had taken more than time from him and his comrades. It had taken bits of their spirits, of their very souls with it, and consumed everything. And now, all that he’d done, all the men and women he’d killed, all that he’d destroyed, they were for nothing. Nothing would come of the blood spilled across this globe, of the uncountable unmarked graves.

Nothing would be won back from Thyveck. It had taken all it could from them.

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  RE: Thyveck: Backs against the wall
June 17, 2011 10:35:34 PM    View the profile of Rawr 
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Eclipse.

Prior to the events of Skarr's closing.


The tank rolled into position near the blast doors, behind it was a personnel carrier - reinforcements were being deployed to make a final push towards the Imperials. The New Republic forces on Thyveck were not giving up, they were determined to take the planet. With every major push, and the subsequent Imperial retreat, the morale of the Republic troops rose. All that the Imperials, all that Eclipse could do, was to pick them off... one by one - crush their morale. The battle was going badly for Eclipse, the end was near and everyone could feel it.

Rawr looked over at the body of the man he killed at close range, and noticed something about his gear - a communication unit. A New Republic Military Communicator, a valuable object on the battlefield. While the device was previously damaged during a building collapse, destroying the transmitter, the receiver was still functional to an extent. The device was crushed now, but if it was held a certain way sounds could be heard. Noticing this, Rawr quickly shifted the device and listened in.

[[Tank in position, loading the main rail gun. Squads Five and Eight move into position to the east, get ready to rush right after the blast.]] Rawr heard as he began to transmit to Eclipse.

[[Affermitive,]] A different voice said, [[Loading rail gun now. Firing time under three minutes.]]

With that the line went dead, the Republic was getting ready to fire. “I got this.” Rawr said over com-link to Eclipse, which only confused them more.

He rose from his vantage point, and could clearly see the tank. The quickest way to get closer was to go on the top level - the rooftops. He grabbed a belt of Thermal Detonators, and clips for his E-45 and climbed onto the rooftop; it was all about getting there in time, he ran. Leaping around,  as if from crag and cliff-side, he made it from building to building. His body, while in okay shape, was no built for something like this; the likely hood of him falling and getting badly hurt was high.

Getting to the building nearest to the tank was the quick part, the long part was there now - assembling a device to destroy the tank. The grabbed the belt of detonators and looked for a way to make it work, he saw it. Thinking fast, he saw a wooden crate and some paper and a staw-like material. He jammed all of the materials, including the detonators into the crate - armed the detonators - and sealed the crate.

Peaking out from slight cover at the building itself, he looked to see if he had been spotted - he had not. He grabbed the crate, which was not a slight be heavier; hopefully it could fly. Tossing the crate over the side of a building, he aimed for the tank. The idea was to land the crate on the tank, and it would either explode or he would detonate the crate. He missed by a good distance, a fail at epic levels.

The crate however did land near the cache of rounds for the main gun of the tank, and while it did not explode it did present a great opportunity. The tank crew heard the crash, and had a plan to take out “whoever” made that sound. They maneuvered their tank closer to the cache, they planned to fire on it and take the Imperial out. Little did they know, there was no one there. Rawr could not have even planned this. Seeing no one, and extremely close to the cache, the crew exited the tank - extremely confused. Rawr jumped up from cover, and fired his E-45 at the crate, detonating it immediately. A small, but adequate, fireball - it engulfed the tank in flames, damaging it beyond repair and taking it out of commission.

“Tango down.” He joked as he reported over com-link.

[[Good, now get your ass back to cover. No time to play hero.]] Skarr replied, it was unknown to Rawr whether or not that was a positive or negative message.

It was not time for Rawr to celebrate, but instead time to run away while he could - a squad of New Republic troopers, Thunderbird squad, was coming to the sound of an explosion. It was time to get out of there and regroup. He spent too much time running in the past few months; Selke before the campaign, and all the months he had been on Thyveck. He was extremely tired, and was ready for it all to be over - he just had to get out alive so that he could get that rest.
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  RE: Thyveck: Backs against the wall
June 17, 2011 10:48:10 PM    View the profile of Thengil 
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ECLIPSE


As Thengil walked away, his conscious troubled him. He couldn't let him go out there alone. He shifted uncomfortably. It wasn't the just fact that he couldn't bear to see a glorious end without joining in. It was against everything he'd been taught on Cathar. But obeying orders was everything he had learned in the Vast Empire. Orders or Honor? Or where they the same? Was he a Cathar, or a Stormtrooper? Could he be both at once? Was it impossible? To many questions. Questions without answers. No, if they were surrendering... then orders no longer mattered. He would not surrender. It all came down to that. The shame and disgrace of defeat, without fighting to the last? There was a saying for their warriors he had heard once. "If you are not unconscious, you have lost."

He would not simply stand there and consciously lose. Thengil started forward, before he knew it he was running. He knew what he had to do. The smell of battle lay ahead, back toward the blast doors. Just ahead lay the glory he sought. Perhaps this would redeem his soul to White Fur on the Eternal Plains. Redemption for his black deed.

"Thengil, no, wait!" Taran moved to stop him. Thengil would not dishonor himself by hitting a senior noncom, but he would not be stopped. Brushing Taran's arms aside, with the gentleness and untouchability of the south wind, Thengil bounded away, easily outpacing anyone behind.

Back the way they had come he ran, his feet dancing like the wind. Forgotten was the pain of the long battle. Forgotten were his foul deeds. He ripped off his helmet and let it clatter to the ground behind him while he sped on like a zephyr. If he died today it would be with the wind in his face and fresh air in his lungs.

The shouts of his squadmates were lost as he furthered the distance between them. Each bound brought a surge of vitality. Where he had been cold and hardened to the idea of continued existence, it seemed death brought joy. Blood washed away all dishonor. The Wind would carry the song of his death to the four corners of the galaxy, though none live to tell the tale.

By the time he reached where they had once stood, the blast doors were breached. Thengil saw a figure, standing alone against the tides of the enemy. Sergeant First Class Skarr. Before he could leap to fight by his side Sergeant First Class Skarr fell, struck by bolts of plasma. Thengil felt his blood heat up.

This time, when the Rage came he did not deny its existence or fear what he might do to others. Only the enemy stood before him. Only the enemy. He embraced the Rage, feeling it fill him with the power of those before. The red mist curtained around the corners of his eyes. His vision tunneled. He was aware, and yet not. He raised his blaster and began firing. His finger did not lift from the trigger until the clip was empty. The Republicans crowded the blast doors, and with a yell opened fire. He tossed the gun aside and began to run The bright spears of energy blinded Thengil's eyes. Surrounding him in a hail of fire. The ground seemed to split around him as their guns burst stone. Clouds of dirt and rock flew into the air, obscuring his view but for a path straight into the heart of the enemy. None mattered now.

"KARAI AN Ti'SHAR!" the Golden Warrior roared as he flew toward the rows of enemy troops. Plasma bolts glanced off what was left of his armor. His eyes, filled with the red, could only see death. He stumbled as a lancet burst his right thigh armor. Only death. Only glory. Forever!

He struggled on, ignoring the pain, the blood lost, those he had killed, his blackened honor. None of that mattered now. None of it! On! Onward! "AN TI'SHAR!"

Through the clouds of anguish he burst, a whirlwind of death into the enemy. He was everywhere, his claws slashing, ripping, flinging trails of scarlet blood into the air as he fought like a demi-god.

An arm snaked its way around his neck and began to squeeze. Thengil's eyes heightened in fury. Thengil could see the approaching Republican, drawing back his arms to thrust a bayonet into Thengil's heart. The blade was already in motion, the arms was thrusting forward. The Rage rippled through his body, making his arms bulge as adrenaline lanced through him. Who were these beings to think that they could challenge him? Thengil braced himself against the sturdy being behind, and used the being to flip up. The soldier bent backward as it tried to retain its strangle-hold on Thengil, despite Thengil being in the air and nearly over the soldier's head. Too late did the one with the bayonet try to withold the thrust. It snaked forward, but touched not Thengil, who was coming down behind the first soldier. The trooper's compatriot, nearly bent in half by trying to retain a hold of Thengil, felt the blade enter his stomach. He released his hold on Thengil, who landed behind him. Thengil's hands touched the shoulders of the soldier who had been strangling him and with a clean, quick motion, threw his hands down toward the ground. The soldier collapsed.

The bayonet-bearing Bothan soldier was swift to recover. Withdrawing the blade from its dead partner, it stepped forward, while drawing its arm back to deliver a horizontal slash. Thengil was empowered with the Rage, and faster than this Bothan. He too stepped in, toward the Bothan. His hands were out and struck the Bothan in the bicep and forearm, stopping the deadly stroke and leaving bloody gashes from his claws. His knee came up and his hands pressed down, slamming the elbow upon his knee. There was the sharp snap and the Bothan released the rifle involuntarily. The initial breaking of an arm only sent out a momentary pain, before numbness set in. The Bothan didn't utter a word of pain through its lips. The only thing it did do, was reach a hand toward the knife at its belt. Before Thengil could react the blade was out. It was held with the blade pointing downward and it was whistling toward his head. Thengil, reacted out of primal instinct. he stepped out to the side and pivoted as the blade fell, his hands grasped the hand and arm of the Bothan and helped it continue the course of the knife's swing, all the way to the Bothan's own torso. It collapsed with a ragged sigh.

He roared as bayonets impaled him from all around, felt the blades enter him. Felt the blood pouring out of him. Soldiers ringed him now, stabbing at him as he fell to his knees. But the fight was not out of him. Claws tore away hunks of flesh from those who came too close. His cries split the air with pure rage.

"TI'SHAAAAAAAAAAR!"

In his hand he held a thermal detonator, already activated. How it got there he knew not. His memories blurred from the Rage. Before the Republicans could stop him he hurled the cylinder through the blast doors, where more enemy soldiers crowded. White brilliance blinded Thengil, his sought but they did not find amidst the eternal whiteness. Something hit him over the head and the whiteness turned to dark.

~~~

When his eyes fluttered open, he expected to be in the Eternal Fields, amidst his brethren. What he found was barren durasteel and blank ceramacrete. Where was he? What was this place. He struggled to rise, but felt something attached to his wrists. Stuncuffs.

"No," he rumbled. They could not do this to him. He was supposed to die there! "No." They couldn't take this from him, they couldn't! He touched the barred cell-door and was electrified with the shock recieved.

"I WAS SUPPOSED TO DIE!" he roared and threw himself at the door. His form was hurled back, his fur stood on end. He rose again and pounded against the invisible shield, ignoring the pain of the shock. "AVIN'SHARR! Battle death! You Cannot do this to me! You cannot! Avin'sharr!" He fell to the ground, muscles spasming uncontrollably. Thengil wept.
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  RE: Thyveck: Backs against the wall
June 17, 2011 11:39:16 PM    View the profile of Rawr 
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Eclipse


[[Stand down! Thyveck is lost! I repeat, stand down!]] Rawr heard in his com-link, just as he got back into proper cover. It was being broadcast over a Vast Empire encrypted frequency, to all STC personell on the ground - the call that they had been waiting for. Everyone in Eclipse had been waiting for the order to say it was over, although to Rawr this just did not feel right.

‘Thyveck is lost’ - Thyveck was not lost, not by a long shot; as long as the will remained to the troopers, it was not lost. He thought to himself.

He looked around and could see the utter confusion from his fellow squad-mates, as Skarr stepped forward. “The order stands. Put down your weapons.” Skarr said boldly, wandering away from Eclipse - which is not what he would normally be doing.

Rawr was in utter disbelif at what was going on, and only caught parts of the quick conversation between the squad. He heard Skarr’s name, and his plan to take them all on - all by himself, he wanted to take them all down.

“We’ll go with you!” Rawr yelled, supporting his leader - and also really wanting to take them down too.

“No....” Skarr spoke, as he explained his reasoning. Tanus and Skarr exchanged words, and after Skarr picked up his gear he ran towards the Republic forces.

“He’s insane! We can’t let him do this alone!” One trooper shouted.

“We have our orders. We are to stay here and follow instructions.” Taran stated bluntly. It was obvious in everyone’s voice that while no one liked fighting on Thyveck, no one wanted to run from the fight. It took some time to get everyone together and headed for the rally point, some even ran for Skarr.

****

Not long later, Eclipse had its official orders, it was to sit tight in the Citadel and await further instructions. As they sealed themselves away in safety, blaster shots could be heard - this was after a stand down order. Taran looked onward and watched, as the rest of Eclipse gathered, seated in a group. Back and fourth, the squad complained about having to stay put - having to give up. Multiple times, someone brought up the idea of going out there; each time the rest of the squad talked him out of it.

“So then, what now?” Rawr asked. Everyone returned a blank look, no one had a clue. They had all been on Thyveck for months, and had no idea what to do when they left - or if they would leave at all. Would Command extract them, or would they all be captured? No one really knew in the squad, this made them envy their Squad Leader even more - he went out in a fight. It was obvious to Rawr, and to everyone for that matter, that many members of Eclipse took the loss hard. All they could do now was protect themselves - the Republic could not be trusted to keep a cease fire - and get out alive.

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  RE: Thyveck: Backs against the wall
June 18, 2011 12:00:04 AM    View the profile of Joamer 
He felt the tunnel begin to close in around him as the squad ran and dodged the sporadic fire coming from behind them. He knew their chances of surviving this were slim to none, but he had no wish to simply give up. He would keep fighting to the bitter end, and when the one who was going to end his life was above him he would smile and still go for the throat.

They continued to run, following Jilessa who had somehow survived the ordeal. All the other engineers were dead, but the detonator held firmly in her hand told Joamer the job would be done no matter what. He had to admire her spirit, most other combat engineers would break and run for cover. She had the will to see a job done even if it meant her life, and right now it would most certainly lead to her death.

He could hear staggered breathing as they continued to climb up the multiple levels of the tunnels. The blaster fire behind them had cut off, enough distance between them and the republic forces had been gained. He knew it was only temporary, he could hear them a few dozen yards behind them. The half manic shouting from one of the individuals seemed solely bent on destroying the squad.

He was bringing up the rear, his eyes watching Bright and Jilessa since they would see the first sign of danger. He saw Bright's body change ever so slightly as she nearly tossed the woman into a side tunnel. The squad followed, he saw Grahim going to bring up his light but he grabbed the troopers arm and flicked it off. By touch alone every light source was quickly turned off.

He brought up his A280, pointing it down the side tunnel they had entered as everyone began very quietly backing further in. He knew the second group of republic soldiers were a few feet away now. He could hear them making their way down the tunnel, checking every side entrance trying to find the correct one down.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder he took stepped into a side room and froze as a beam of light illuminated the space he had just been in. He dared not move as he watched dust particles slowly drift around in the light. He knew at anyone moment he would hear a cry out and their small tunnel would quickly be overrun.

After an eternity the light vanished as the group moved on. Leaving them for the moment alone and half forgotten. He counted to fifty very slowly before turning his head and whispering "Jilessa, where are we?"

He felt a hand on his shoulder as Bright came over and began whispering in his ear "An abandoned side tunnel. That group that just passed us was only a scouting party, we can't reenter the main tunnel again. We are maybe twenty feet from a large chamber that will not doubt be their staging area. It's the only way down into the tunnels, so they will set up base there and just wait for us."

"Which means those two groups are going to meet up very soon. Then they will call for more groups to begin searching the tunnels, and this is the first one from the main chamber."

Joamer said as he used the wall to slide to the floor. His eyes adjusted to the darkness finally as he looked around at his squad. This would be their final resting place. The last stand of the RAIDERS.

He looked over at Jilessa and held out his hand. After a long moment she passed the detonator down the line of troopers until Bright placed it in his hand.

"We've been authorized to surrender, Havock told me on a private channel before we came down here." Joamer said as he turned the detonator over in his hands slowly, his eyes not looking up at the squad. The silence that had suddenly filled the tunnel was deafening.

"What will happen to you and Bright? You have operational knowledge of this campaign, and have security information regarding Tadath. They will take you and have you vanish." Tviana said a few moments later, the rest of the squad began mumbling their agreements.

"Bright will eventually be released, I on the other hand will not be." Joamer said as he listened for any indication of men coming down the tunnel. "We could surrender, make a made dash for the outside see if we can get away, or..."

"Or what?" Heliwer's voice seemed suddenly very worried.

Joamer held up one of the packs of explosives not used by the engineers. He did not need to say what that meant, they could set these to go off and just end it in one big explosion together. Which would probably be better then surrender in the long run.

"I say we make a run for it, we've gotten out of worse situations then this before." Karash said from the back of the tunnel. "Blow the columns, that may buy us some time. We could sneak away then."

He heard the squad all agree so he looked at Bright once before arming the detonator. He watched everyone take cover as he pushed the button. A few seconds later a series of explosions went off that shock the citadel at its very core, he knew it felt like the building was going to collapse but that had not been the plan. The plan was only to structurally damage it, from the way the building suddenly creaked he knew no one would be using this place ever again.

Crawling to the edge of the tunnel he looked down to suddenly see men running further down. It seemed an almost never ending supply of them. He pulled back in and leaned his head on the wall after a moment he said slowly "They are rushing further in for some reason, looks like engineers and guards. Going to try to shore up the foundation, we won't be sneaking out that way."

"That's it then, this is our last stand." Bright said as she slid to the floor beside Joamer.

"Defensive, we can set up a defensive position someone is bound to come eventually." Tviana said, Joamer looked over at her and shock his head slowly.

"No one is coming, high command has pulled back by now. They have cleared out of the city hours ago, reforming thirty something miles away to board shuttles." Joamer said as he went back over the information Havock had told him privately. "We are expendable assets, always have been."

He heard the squad finally one by one give up hope. After six long months this was the moment that broke them. He knew it was for the best that command left them behind, sometimes you had to sacrifice a few to get the main group away. He had just never felt like an expendable asset before, not like this anyways.

"I want to go home." Someone said a few moments later, it was echoed by nearly every member of the squad himself included.

The minutes ticked by as they just sat there, no one willing to flip the switch on the pack of explosives sitting in the middle of the tunnel. Nor was anyone willing to begin setting up a last line of defense. They were just sitting, finally giving up all hope.

He was not sure how long they had sat there before he heard Jilessa say softly "I see stars." He looked over at her, sure she had lost her mind. "In a room beside us, in the ceiling, I see the stars."

Standing up slowly he walked over half expecting not to see anything. He looked into the room up at a hole big enough to crawl through, from the edges he figured one of the mortar rounds had blown a hole in the side of the building. They were far enough up to be one level below the surface.

Still not really believing it he turned around to order the squad to strip out of their armor but everyone was already doing that. He followed suit, the black body suits underneath would allow them to slip away in the shadows, a lot better then the dirty white armor they were currently in. Finally for the first time in six months they were going to simply vanish.

He looked back at Bright as he gripped his A280 in his hands. She looked over at him after she had scanned the squad slowly, she nodded once before he walked into the room and looked up at the stars. They had finally gotten their miracle.


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