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Star Wars: Destiny’s Choice
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Chapter summary: The teams have their biggest battle on Tantiss
Warning: imprisonment/death/blood/amputation
Word count: 9525
Rating: 18+
Extra: alternate universe story
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Chapter 19
Arriving in the orbit of Tantiss, the team faced immediate peril as enemy fire gunned down their ship. Forced into a harrowing escape, they relied on propelling down with lines to reach the planet's surface. Seneca's steady hands at the controls were crucial, ensuring the ship remained stable long enough for the team to execute their escape.
Seneca's voice rose above the din, strained with urgency. "I can't keep her steady!" She shouted over the cacophony of blaster fire and alarms.
Wrecker's authoritative tone cut through the tension. "Get ready to jump!" he commanded.
Rampart's dissent echoed in the cramped confines of the ship. "Absolutely not!" he protested, his defiance tinged with apprehension.
But Beka's response brooked no argument, her voice firm and unwavering. "You either jump down or die here!" she snapped, her resolve unyielding in the face of danger.
As they all leaped with their lines attached, Tech encountered a sudden malfunction with his, causing it to snag and unravel with alarming speed. With a yelp of surprise, he found himself hurtling towards the ground below, his descent far more perilous than anticipated. Jetto propelled himself forward with his jetpack, swiftly maneuvering towards Tech's plummeting form. But just as he reached out to grab his friend, the telltale sputter of his jetpack's fuel supply running low filled the air. Their collision was inevitable, and the two tumbled uncontrollably down the steep incline of a nearby hill, their bodies battered and bruised by the rough terrain.
"Ah, my ankle!" Tech cried out in pain as they finally came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, his voice filled with anguish.
Concern etched on his face, Jetto quickly assessed the situation. "Is it broken?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Tech grimaced, trying to assess the damage. "Yes, probably by one point six" he began, his words trailing off as he winced in pain.
"A simple 'yes' will do, come on," Jetto interrupted gently, moving to help his friend up and offering support as Tech leaned heavily on him, his arm slung around Jetto's neck for stability.
"We must have gotten separated when we fell," Tech deduced, his mind already working to piece together their next steps amidst the chaos of their crash landing.
"I know, we better start finding them," Jetto suggested, his gaze scanning their surroundings for any signs of their comrades amidst the chaos.
Tech nodded, his expression grim. "They might find us," he pointed out, the weight of the situation settling heavily upon him as he considered the possibility of encountering enemy forces while they searched for their missing teammates.
Meanwhile, Jazzori, Wrecker, and Gruno fell near one another, their descent interrupted by the tumultuous chaos of their crash landing. As they plummeted towards the unforgiving terrain below, Jazzori's eyes widened in alarm, her heart racing with fear. A sudden jolt rocked their bodies as they made impact with the ground, the force of the landing knocking the wind out of them. Jazzori's vision blurred as she struggled to regain her bearings, the world spinning around her in disorienting swirls. With a groan of pain, she attempted to push herself up, only to collapse back onto the ground, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Wrecker and Gruno rushed to her side, their voices a distant murmur in her ears as they called out to her, their concern evident in their frantic gestures. But try as she might, Jazzori could not muster the strength to respond, her body succumbing to the darkness as unconsciousness claimed her.
"Jazzori?" Gruno panicked as he scooped up the unconscious Jazzori, his hands trembling with concern.
"Is she okay?" Wrecker inquired, his voice laced with worry as he hovered nearby, his gaze fixed on Jazzori's still form.
With a relieved sigh, Gruno checked for signs of life, his hand gently resting on Jazzori's chest. "She's breathing," he reassured, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.
Inside the base, Echo, now disguised as a trooper, moved stealthily through the corridors, his senses on high alert. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching and tensed, ready for confrontation. To his surprise, it was Dr. Karr who stood before him.
"Echo?" Dr. Karr's voice was filled with uncertainty.
Echo's hand instinctively went to his blaster, but he hesitated. "How do you know who I am?"
"Omega speaks highly of you," Dr. Karr replied, her tone earnest. "And I want to help."
"Why?" Echo's suspicion lingered, his grip tightening on his weapon.
"Because I realized I was wrong," Dr. Karr admitted, her gaze sincere. "The Empire's true intentions... they're not what I thought they were. I can't stand by and let them continue."
Only a few distances away, Seneca's urgent voice pierced through the haze of Crosshair's confusion, jolting him awake from his dazed state. "Crosshair... Crosshair!" Seneca shook him gently but firmly, her eyes wide with concern as she tried to rouse him from his slumber.
Blinking groggily, Crosshair struggled to make sense of his surroundings. "Uh, what happened?" he mumbled, his head pounding with each word.
"We got separated. Come on, we better start walking before we are found," Seneca said, her tone brisk and determined as she helped Crosshair to his feet, her strong grip offering support.
Leaned on Seneca for stability, Crosshair's mind raced with questions, but for now, all that mattered was following Seneca's lead as they navigated the treacherous terrain, their survival dependent on their ability to stay one step ahead of their pursuers.
Meanwhile, amidst the frustration, Rampart's voice rang out in a crescendo of anger, his words laced with frustration and fear. "I could have died!" Rampart's yell echoed through the tumult, his frustration boiling over as he grappled with the gravity of their situation
"Unfortunately, you didn't," Hunter groaned inwardly, his voice tinged with weariness as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. His ears caught the faint sounds of distress, and his gaze snapped towards Beka, who was struggling to rise from the ground. "Beka!" Hunter's voice cut through the din, filled with concern as he raced to her side, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and relief at the sight of her.
"I'm fine," Beka assured, her voice steady despite the pain that etched her features, her determination unwavering even in the face of adversity.
With a sense of urgency, Hunter reached out to help her stand, his hands gentle yet firm as he offered his support, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow and the tightness of his grip.
Sudden rustling in the underbrush nearby sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through Hunter's veins, his instincts snapping into action. With practiced precision, he swiftly drew his blasters, his hands steady. Beside him, Beka mirrored his movements, her weapons gleaming in the light. Twin blue lightsabers hummed to life in her grasp, casting an ethereal glow. As the rustling grew closer, Hunter and Beka stood side by side, their weapons at the ready, their senses alert for any sign of danger.
As tension hung heavy in the air, Wrecker's voice broke through the stillness like a beacon of hope. "It's us," he declared, his hands raised in surrender as he emerged, his expression a mixture of relief and concern.
Upon hearing Wrecker's voice, Beka's heart leaped in her chest, her panic momentarily quelled by the sight of Jazzori. With a sense of urgency, she rushed towards Gruno, her eyes scanning his form for any signs of injury. "Jazzori," Beka's voice trembled with emotion as she reached Gruno's side, her concern evident in every line of her face.
Gruno's response was swift and reassuring, his voice steady. "She's breathing but unconscious," he explained, his words a balm to Beka's frayed nerves.
Relief flooded through Beka as she took in Gruno's words, her attention shifting to the others who had gathered nearby. "Anyone else hurt?" she inquired, her gaze sweeping over the group, her concern extending to each member of their ragtag team.
As if summoned by her words, Tech and Jetto appeared, their presence a welcoming sight. "Uh, I am," Tech admitted, his voice tinged with pain as he gingerly tested his injured ankle, Jetto helping him stand.
With the group now reunited, Crosshair and Seneca emerged, their arrival marking the final piece of the puzzle. "Well, we're a few men down," Crosshair remarked, his tone grim as he surveyed the group, his gaze lingering on those who bore the scars of their harrowing ordeal.
Then a deafening roar of a Dryax pierced the air, panic erupted from Rampart. With wide-eyed stares, the team watched as the monstrous creature lumbered into view. Without a moment to spare, legs started pumping, they fled from the creature's path. Wrecker's instincts kicked in, with a fierce determination burning in his eyes, he charged forward, his muscles coiled with pent-up energy as he prepared to confront the monstrous creature head-on. He launched himself at the towering beast. But as he collided with the creature, a sickening crunch filled the air, followed by the sound of tearing metal as Wrecker's armor bore the brunt of the impact. As Wrecker stumbled backed into a tree, his body battered and bruised from the encounter. His comrades rushed to his side, with concern as they assessed the extent of his injuries.
Meanwhile, as Valree relentlessly searched for the missing children, her senses heightened to their fullest extent, she stumbled upon a startling discovery—the Zillo beast clone. "What... How is this possible?" Valree gasped, her disbelief palpable as she confronted the unbelievable sight before her. With the increased number of troopers and blaring alarms signaling the presence of intruders, Valree steeled herself for the impending battle ahead.
With the dryax hot on their heels, there was no time for hesitation. Frantically searching for cover, they dove behind rocks and trees, seeking refuge from the relentless pursuit of their monstrous adversary. As they huddled together in their makeshift hiding spot, fear and uncertainty hung thick in the air. With their weapons rendered useless for fear of attracting the attention of nearby troopers, they were left defenseless against the looming threat that lurked just beyond their hiding place. The tense silence, they knew that they needed to come up with a new strategy—and fast. With a thunderous roar, the dryax turned its attention to the nearby stormtroopers, who were searching for the intruders. This gave the team a moment to regroup. As they quickly collected their bearings, they scanned their surroundings for their comrades and plotting their next move. Determination burned bright within the team as they prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
"Hunter, what's the plan?" Jetto's voice was tinged with uncertainty as he turned to their leader, seeking guidance in the midst of uncertainty.
Hunter's admission of uncertainty sent a ripple of unease through the group, his usual confidence momentarily faltering. "I... I don't know," Hunter admitted.
"Great, just great!" Rampart's frustration boiled over, his words dripping with bitterness as he struggled to come to terms with their predicament.
Seneca's sneer only added fuel to the fire, her skepticism clear as she cast a critical eye. "Like you have a plan," Seneca sneered.
"Well, if you didn't take stupid measures, we wouldn't be in this predicament," Rampart argued.
But it was Crosshair's cutting remark that struck a nerve, "Hunter should have left you in that crash instead then," his words a sharp reminder of the stakes they faced.
Beka's voice rose above the fray, her tone firm and commanding as she laid out a plan of action. "Enough, everyone," she said angrily. "You see that smoke? That's where we need to go," Beka declared, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "I sensed life over there. If we're lucky, we'll find Echo, Sprig, and Valree."
Hunter's smirk through his helmet spoke volumes. In that moment, he knew that whatever plan she laid out. "What's the plan, General?" He asked saluting.
Deep within the confines of the Tantiss vault, Omega huddled together with her fellow prisoners, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and determination as they discussed their daring escape plan.
"Are you sure?" one of the children ventured cautiously, their voice tinged with doubt.
"Yes, I'm sure," Omega replied, her tone unwavering despite the uncertainty that lingered in the air. "I've been trained for this, and now we need to get into position."
They set their plan into motion. Lon stepped forward, engaging a nearby Tantiss medical droid in conversation. "It's broken," Lon announced, feigning frustration as he gestured towards the malfunctioning device.
The droid responded in its monotone voice, "That is not in my programming to repair it."
Seizing the opportunity, Omega sprang into action, moving stealthily behind the distracted droid. With a swift and precise motion, she plunged a screwdriver into its processor, effectively immobilizing it. As the droid faltered and sputtered to a halt, Omega and her comrades swiftly moved it out of sight, their hearts racing with the thrill of their daring escape plan unfolding before their eyes.
Another doctor, Dr. Scalder, noticed the absence of the medical droid from her observation station above. Concern etched across her face, she swiftly descended from the observation deck, determined to uncover the source of the disturbance. Inside her alcove, Omega worked quickly to reprogram the droid, her fingers flying over the controls with practiced precision. Just as Scalder arrived, she turned to one of the children and inquired, "Where are the other children?"
Omega, Isaac, and two other children emerged with the medical droid in tow, their expressions carefully neutral as they faced Scalder. "We were with the droid," one of the children claimed, their voice tinged with fearfulness.
Scalder's suspicion only deepened at the unscheduled scan, her gaze piercing as she demanded answers, "Where were you really?"
When Omega stepped forward to support the child's claim, stating firmly, "We were with the droid," Scalder's frustration boiled over.
"Dr. Karr has been too lenient with you inmates," she chided, her voice laced with authority. "Return to your alcoves." Intent on delivering punishment, she moved forward, only to be swiftly incapacitated by the very droid she sought to control, injected with a sedative that sent her into unconsciousness.
With Scalder subdued, Omega wasted no time in taking charge, her voice ringing out with authority as she issued orders to the reprogrammed medical droid. "Guard the door to the vault," she commanded, her eyes darting to the youngest child in their midst. "Prepare a sling for the youngest."
As the children sprang into action, climbing through the dumbwaiter system behind Omega's cell that she carved out a passage way, a sense of determination settled over them. Omega led the way through the shaft, her movements purposeful as she navigated the maze-like passages. Emerging into a large enclosure housing the Zillo beast clone. Omega approached the controls with a steely resolve. However, the tension was palpable as the youngest child began to cry, their fear threatening to betray their presence.
The cries of the youngest child pierced the air, catching the attention of the medical assistant and nearby stormtroopers. Sensing the urgency of the situation, Omega sprang into action, swiftly pulling a lever to initiate the draining of the water in the tank below. As the water level receded, chaos erupted within the facility. Meanwhile, stormtroopers discovered the escaped children behind the wall, moving in to detain them. However, their efforts were abruptly halted by the sudden emergence of the Zillo beast. Despite the activation of containment protocols, the creature's relentless onslaught overwhelmed the facility's defenses, rendering even the powerful sonic generator ineffective against its might. Two troopers still tried to grab the children, only to be swiftly incapacitated by a sudden surge of electricity. Valree, armed with her trusty daggers, appeared just in time to turn the tide of battle in favor of the children.
"Valree!" Omega exclaimed, relief flooding her features as she embraced her rescuer.
"Hey, kid, been trying to get you out for a while," Valree grinned, returning the hug. Her gaze shifted to the other children, recognizing their shared plight.
"They announced that intruders were here," Omega inquired anxiously, her concern for her brothers evident, "Are they, my brothers?"
"I think it's everyone. Come on, kids," Valree replied, her voice firm with determination as she led them towards freedom. With urgency pulsing through their veins, Valree led the children through the shaft, their steps quick and determined.
Inside the vault, Karr and Echo discovered an injured Dr. Scalder being escorted out by Clone commandos and stormtroopers. A tremor shook the vault, signaling the Zillo beast's rampage in the containment level.
"Prepare the shutdown procedures for the generator," Hemlock commanded, her tone firm and authoritative. "And deploy a division to secure the transport hangar immediately. We cannot afford any lapses in security."
"Zillo beast is out," Dr. Karr informed Echo urgently.
"The what?" Echo's confusion was evident.
"A clone of the Zillo beast, and it's been released."
Echo's keen insight led him to deduce Omega's involvement in releasing the Zillo beast. "Omega's handiwork," he remarked, recognizing her strategic cunning in splitting the enemy forces.
"How do you know?" Dr. Karr inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"Because it's something I would do," Echo replied confidently, as Sprig beeping nervously.
Echo, Dr. Karr, and Sprig hurriedly made their way to rendezvous with the children, their minds focused on the task ahead.
Outside, the team observed the monstrous creature making its escape.
"That's either Echo's or Omega's doing," Hunter speculated.
"My bet is on Omega," Crosshair added with a hint of certainty.
"I don't even want to know who," Gruno remarked, his tone laced with apprehension.
As the Dryax relentlessly pursued the team, chaos ensued when Rampart found himself separated from the group. Desperately trying to evade the creature, he was suddenly caught in a crossfire as troopers opened fire on the monstrous beast. In a moment of vulnerability, Rampart was apprehended by a squad of troopers, their blasters trained on him as he stood surrounded. Despite his bravado, Rampart realized he was at the mercy of the empire.
"Rampart got captured," Beka relayed with a tone of urgency.
"And we're out of med patches," Crosshair groaned, voicing their dwindling resources.
"Okay, we have three men down..." Beka began to assess the situation.
"No, I can still fight!" Wrecker insisted, his determination shining through despite his injuries.
"Wrecker," Hunter interjected, attempting to reason with him.
"No, I need to help Omega," Wrecker protested loudly, his loyalty to their cause unwavering.
"Wrecker, Hunter, Crosshair, Seneca, and I will be on the frontlines. Gruno and Jetto once we get on base, see if you can find a ship for Jazzori and Tech," Beka outlined their strategy with decisive authority, assigning roles to each member of the team in their desperate bid for survival.
The team raced towards Tantiss base, their hearts pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread. As they approached the imposing structure, a deafening explosion ripped through the air, sending shockwaves reverberating through the ground beneath their feet. The force of the blast knocked them off their feet, scattering them in all directions amidst billowing clouds of smoke and debris. Dazed and disoriented, they struggled to regain their bearings. Hunter quickly rose to his feet, his senses on high alert as he scanned the surroundings for any sign of danger. Beka and the others soon followed suit, their training kicking in as they assessed the situation and prepared to regroup.
"Is everyone okay?" Seneca asked, her voice strained as she coughed, struggling to catch her breath amidst the smoke and debris.
"Far from it," Crosshair replied grimly, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed their surroundings.
The team found themselves confronted by a group of armed troopers, their armor marked with the distinctive insignia of Clone X troopers TK stormtroopers, and Inquisitors. The ruined science hangar, once a hub of innovation and discovery, was now a scene of devastation, littered with burning wreckage and twisted metal.
Outnumbered and outgunned, Beka wasted no time in issuing orders. "Gruno, Jetto, take Jazzoir and Tech and find a ship now!" she commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos with authority.
Gruno and Jetto nodded in acknowledgment, immediately springing into action to assist their injured comrades. With Jazzoir and Tech in tow, they quickly retreated from the battle.
"Beka..." Hunter started, his voice heavy with emotion as he pulled off his helmet. "Just know if we... if I don't make it out alive, I want you to know that I love..."
Before Hunter could finish, Beka silenced him by pressing her lips against his, the brief but passionate kiss conveying more than words ever could. As they parted, she looked into his eyes with determination, her resolve unwavering.
"I love you too, and we'll make it" she whispered softly, her voice filled with reassurance. With a determined nod, she ignited her two lightsabers, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Hunter smiled as he placed his helmet back on his head.
As the troopers and the inquisitors advanced, Beka and Seneca sprang into action, their lightsabers igniting with a vibrant hum. The air crackled with energy as they met the enemy head-on, their movements fluid and precise.
Beka, with her blue lightsabers blazing, spun and twirled through the fray, deflecting blaster bolts with expert precision. With each swing of her sabers, she struck down troopers with calculated strikes, never faltering in her resolve. Beside her, Seneca moved as her emerald lightsaber danced through the air, carving through the enemy ranks with ease. With each swing, she dispatched troopers with a lethal efficiency, her movements a blur of speed and skill. The Bad Batch fought alongside them, their unique talents adding an extra layer of chaos to the battle. Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker moved as one, their teamwork seamless and precise.
The team found themselves overpowered and overwhelmed by the sheer force of the enemy onslaught.
"Fall back!" Crosshair shouted over the din of blaster fire, his voice tinged with urgency as he signaled for his team to retreat.
Amidst the chaos, Crosshair managed to take down an Imperial pilot with a well-aimed shot, causing his vehicle to crash and adding to the chaos of the battlefield. But as the team attempted to regroup, disaster struck.
"You two, go find Omega. I'll hold them off," Crosshair ordered, his voice resolute despite the chaos surrounding them.
Hunter shook his head, determination etched into every line of his face. "You're not doing Plan 99," he insisted firmly, refusing to leave his comrade behind.
With a silent nod of understanding, the two warriors exchanged a brief glance before turning back to face their enemies, their blasters blazing as they fought tooth and nail to push back the encroaching tide of adversaries.
But amidst the chaos of the firefight, explosions rocked the hangar, sending debris flying in all directions. Caught in the midst of the blast, Hunter was thrown under rubble.
"Hunter!" Wrecker bellowed in alarm as he and Crosshair were ambushed by two of the Clone X troopers, their blaster fire raining down upon them with deadly accuracy. Hunter, trapped beneath loose wreckage.
Meanwhile, Seneca and Beka found themselves facing off against two formidable opponents - Inquisitors, their crimson lightsabers a stark contrast to the chaos around them. Despite their valiant efforts, the overwhelming barrage of blaster fire and the relentless assault of the Inquisitors proved too much to handle. They valiantly battled against their adversaries, their lightsabers clashed against the crimson blades of the Inquisitors. Despite their skill and determination, they found themselves outnumbered and outmatched. With a swift motion, the Inquisitors disarmed them, their lightsabers taken away by their now captors.
Desperation filled the air as Crosshair was thrown back against a pillar. He struggled against the grip of a Clone X trooper, his fingers straining to reach for his blaster. But before he could make a move, he was held down by the trooper's food, holding vibroblade, a sinister smile curling his lips. "You should be more careful with your shooting hand," the trooper taunted, his voice laced with malice as he pressed the blade closer.
As the rain cascaded down over Tantiss Base, Tech, Jetto, and Gruno navigated the corridors with cautious determination, seeking both refuge and a means of escape from the relentless storm and the looming threat of Imperial forces. With each step, the echoes of blaster fire and distant explosions grew louder. Tech's broken ankle slowed their progress, his grimace hidden behind his visor as he gritted his teeth against the pain. Pausing at the entrance to the hangar bay, Tech scanned the area with a practiced eye, assessing the situation and weighing their options. The hangar lay before them, a maze of shadows and looming starships, with the distant sound of patrols echoing through the cavernous space. With a nod of determination, Tech pointed towards a row of shuttles, his voice hushed but urgent. "We need to get to one of those ships," he whispered, his gaze flickering between his companions.
Jetto nodded in silent agreement, his blaster rifle held at the ready as he scanned their surroundings for any signs of danger. Gruno adjusted his hold on Jazzori, his expression a mixture of concern and resolve as he kept a protective watch over their unconscious ally. With careful steps, they ventured into the hangar, their movements deliberate as they sought to avoid detection. As they neared their target, their progress was suddenly interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, prompting Tech to gesture for them to take cover behind a stack of cargo crates. Holding their breath, they watched as a pair of stormtroopers passed by, their attention elsewhere as they patrolled the perimeter. With the coast clear, Tech quickly accessed the control panel of the nearest shuttle, his fingers flying across the interface with practiced efficiency. The ship hummed to life, its engines thrumming with newfound energy as Gruno gently laid Jazzori inside, his movements careful yet swift. With the shuttle prepared for departure, Tech and Jetto readied themselves to board, their eyes scanning the hangar for any sign of trouble. Gruno cast a protective glance at Jazzori, silently urging her to awaken and join them in their escape. As the ramp closed behind them, sealing them inside the relative safety of the shuttle, their journey was far from over. With their comrades still unaccounted for and the dangers of Tantiss Base looming large, they knew that their mission was far from over. With determination burning bright in their hearts, they set their sights on finding their allies and emerging victorious against the forces of darkness that threatened them at every turn.
As Valree and the kids found themselves cornered by three stormtroopers, she swiftly drew her daggers, ready to fend off any threat. Her stance was firm, and her eyes glinted with determination as she prepared to protect the children at any cost. But before the troopers could make a move, Echo, concealed among them, swiftly took action, eliminating the threat with precision.
With the immediate danger averted, Omega rushed forward, her relief palpable as she embraced Echo. "Echo!" she beamed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.
"Hey kiddo," Echo greeted Omega with a warm hug. "Dr. Karr, where's the nearest transport?"
"In bay four," Dr. Karr replied promptly.
Echo nodded, maintaining his calm demeanor. "Sprig, go with Dr. Karr to get the kids to safety," he instructed, his voice steady and reassuring.
Omega's curiosity was piqued by Echo's use of the unfamiliar alias. "Whose Sprig?" she inquired, her brow furrowing as she glanced between Echo and Valree for an explanation.
Valree exchanged a knowing glance with Echo before turning her attention to the small droid that had emerged behind Echo's leg. "So, that's his name," Valree remarked, acknowledging the droid with a nod.
"But where is everyone else?" Omega inquired anxiously, her concern for her brothers evident.
"They're probably still in their cells," Dr. Karr interjected, her voice calm but urgent.
Valree, her gaze steady and determined, addressed the group. "Get the kids to safety," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Omega hesitated, torn between her desire to find her brothers and the need to ensure the safety of the younger children. Valree exchanged a meaningful glance with Echo, silently communicating their shared understanding of Omega's dilemma. With a decisive nod from Valree, Omega made her decision, her determination resolute as she prepared to follow Echo and Valree's lead. As they head back into Tantiss Base, Echo asks Omega if she is ready.
As Beka and Seneca were held down by the cold grip of force cuffs and chains, their hearts sank as they watched their teammates endure unspeakable torture at the hands of their captors.
Unable to intervene, Beka and Seneca felt a sense of helplessness wash over them, their minds racing with thoughts of escape and rescue. Every scream of pain, every anguished cry only fueled their determination to break free from their bonds and put an end to the Empire's reign of terror.
Despite the odds stacked against them, Beka's eyes blazed with a fierce determination, her jaw set in a steely resolve. Seneca's gaze burned with a fiery intensity as she silently vowed to stand strong against their oppressors, refusing to let fear or despair weaken their spirits.
As they endured the harrowing ordeal of watching their comrades suffer, Beka and Seneca found strength in each other's unwavering courage, knowing that as long as they stood together, there was hope for a brighter future beyond the shadows of Tantiss Base.
"Your resistance is futile," one of the Inquisitors sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he held Beka's lightsaber aloft. "You cannot hope to stand against the might of the Empire."
As Seneca's jaw clenched with determination, she locked eyes with her captor, her defiance unyielding in the face of oppression. "We will never bow to the likes of you," she declared boldly, her voice resonating with unwavering resolve. But before she could finish her sentence, a sudden jolt of agony surged through her body as a taser stick made contact, sending searing pain coursing through her veins. Beka, chained beside her, let out a pained scream as the electric shock wracked their bodies, causing smoke to rise from their singed flesh. Despite the excruciating pain, Seneca gritted her teeth, refusing to give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her broken.
Across from them, Wrecker found himself subjected to brutal torture at the hands of his captors. Bound and helpless, he gritted his teeth against the pain of electroshock containment device, as he endured the torment inflicted upon him. Dr. Hemlock oversaw the interrogation of Hunter, subjecting him to electroshock torture as well. As the currents surged through his body, Hunter remained defiant, his gaze unwavering despite the agony he endured.
"You won't break up," Hunter spat, his voice filled with defiance as he stared down his tormentor.
Hemlock's lips curled into a sinister smile as she surveyed her captive. "You underestimate the power of the Empire," he taunted, his voice cold and calculating. "You will be reprogrammed into loyal servants of the Emperor, whether you like it or not." Crosshair lay fastened to an operating table, his body restrained as Hemlock prepared to subject him to her twisted experiments. With a menacing glint in her eye, she explained her plans to reprogram them into Clone X operatives, his words dripping with cruelty and malice.
"You may resist now, but soon you will see the truth of our cause," one of the Inquisitors declared, his voice laced with arrogance as he gazed down at Beka and Seneca. "The Emperor's will cannot be denied."
Seneca's eyes blazed with defiance as she met the Inquisitor's gaze. "We will never submit to tyranny," she repeated her vow, her voice ringing out with unwavering determination.
Beka's jaw clenched with resolve as she echoed her comrade's sentiment. "Never," she said, her voice filled with defiance as she stared down her captors.
As the operation on of the ongoing torture to commence, an Imperial officer informs Hemlock that he has received a transmission. "Commander, we've received a transmission from Governor Tarkin," he announced, his voice tinged with urgency.
Hemlock's eyes narrowed with interest as he listened to the officer's report. "What does Tarkin want?" he demanded, his tone betraying a hint of irritation at the interruption.
Entering the detention block, Echo, Valree, and Omega take out the stormtrooper sentries in a gunfight. Omega uses the datapad to free all of the prisoners including Clone troopers, Nala Se, and Rampart. They hand the prisoners guns. Omega deftly manipulated the datapad, her fingers flying across the interface as she bypassed security protocols and unlocked the cell doors. With a hiss of releasing locks, the prisoners emerged, their expressions a mix of relief and determination. "Take these," Omega urged, handing out blasters to the newly liberated prisoners. Omega is delighted to see Nala Se.
As Nala Se stepped forward, her gaze met Omega's with a mix of gratitude and determination. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with emotion as she accepted the offered weapon.
Meanwhile, Echo engaged in conversation with one of the clones, his brow furrowed with concern as he listened intently to the clone's report. Omega approached him, her expression grim as she delivered her own update. "Echo, the Bad Batch aren't here," she informed him, her tone urgent as she conveyed the gravity of the situation.
The clone nodded in understanding, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Hemlock probably took them to the training room for reconditioning," he speculated, his voice grim as he considered the fate that awaited their comrades.
"Forget them we need to run." Rampart proposes escaping.
Echo turned to face the assembled clone prisoners, his expression resolute as he addressed them. "We need your help to find our friends," he stated, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Together, we stand a better chance of rescuing them and putting an end to Hemlock's tyranny."
The clones exchanged determined glances, a silent understanding passing between them. One of them stepped forward, nodding in agreement. "We're with you," he declared, his tone firm with conviction.
Echo offered a grateful nod, his resolve strengthened by their willingness to join the fight. "Thank you," he said, his voice tinged with appreciation. "Let's move quickly. Time is of the essence." They set out to locate and rescue their captured comrades,
"They might be in the training room." One of the clone prisoners explained.
Omega stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with determination. "I know where the training room is," she announced, her voice filled with resolve. "Follow me." With a determined nod, she led the way, her steps purposeful as she guided the group towards their next destination.
"Two of you, help evacuate the wounded prisoners," Echo commanded, his voice steady and authoritative. "The rest of you, follow me. We're triggering an alert in another wing to divide the Imperial forces." With swift efficiency, the clones sprang into action, carrying out Echo's orders as they worked together to disrupt the enemy's plans.
Valree flashed a confident smirk as she twirled her daggers with practiced precision. "Strap in, boys," she remarked.
Omega approached Nala Se, her expression filled with concern and determination. "Nala Se?" she inquired, her voice tinged with urgency.
Nala Se met Omega's gaze with a determined look of her own. "I'm going to destroy the data in my lab," she explained firmly. "We can't let the Empire get their hands on my research."
Omega nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Here," she said, handing Nala Se a detonator bomb.
Nala Se turned to carry out her plan, her steps purposeful as she made her way towards her lab. Rampart, noticing her determination, stepped aside from the main body of clones and followed her, his expression resolute.
Inside the confines of the shuttle, Tech, Gruno, and Jetto were locked in a tense silence as they hurtled through the atmosphere, the roar of Imperial gunships still ringing in their ears. As the shuttle rattled from the impact of enemy fire, Jazzori's eyes snapped open, her senses suddenly alert as adrenaline surged through her veins, propelling her into action alongside her companions.
"What did I miss?" Jazzori inquired, blinking as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
"Quite a bit," Jetto replied with a wry grin, his eyes reflecting the intensity of the ongoing battle outside the shuttle's viewport.
"You were out for a bit," Gruno replied, concern etched on his face as he glanced over at Jazzori.
Tech's fingers danced across the control panel, his expertise evident as he navigated the vessel through the chaotic airspace. Gruno kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, using the ship's blaster rifle to fire at the enemy. Jetto manned the turret, scanning the skies for any signs of pursuing enemy ships.
Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the cockpit, signaling an incoming threat. Tech's hands flew across the controls as he evaded a barrage of enemy fire, the shuttle rocking violently from the impact.
"We've got incoming!" Jetto shouted from the turret, his voice tense with urgency.
"I see them!" Tech exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the approaching Imperial gunships. With a steely resolve, Tech skillfully maneuvered the shuttle through a series of evasive maneuvers, deftly dodging enemy fire. The team held on tightly, bracing themselves against the turbulence.
Rampart trailed Nala Se as she made her way to her former laboratory, his steps silent as he picked up a fallen soldier's blaster. Entering the laboratory, Nala Se swiftly installed her datapad, activating the lab's systems. As she consulted the computer, Rampart confronted her, his blaster raised, demanding to know about Project Necromancer and its significance to the Emperor.
"What secrets are you hiding, Doctor?" Rampart's voice was laced with urgency and suspicion.
Nala Se remained composed, her expression unreadable as she replied, "You wouldn't understand its implications."
Rampart's grip tightened on his blaster, his tone growing more insistent. "I demand answers, Doctor. What are you hiding?"
Nala Se's fingers hovered over her detonator, a flicker of determination in her eyes as she prepared to act. "Some secrets are best left buried," she responded cryptically, her thumb pressing down on the detonator's trigger in secret.
Using the pneumatic system, Omega quickly relayed the situation to Echo and Valree via comlink. "Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, Beka, and Seneca are in the training room," she informed them urgently, her voice tinged with determination. Spotting a lone sentry ahead, Omega assessed the situation. "I can free them if we create a big distraction," she suggested, her mind already formulating a plan.
Echo nodded in agreement, his voice steady as he addressed the group. "Let's move," he commanded, leading the way as they advanced towards the vault's entrance.
As they reached the part of the vault housing the Clone X assassins, Echo and the liberated clones found themselves engaged in a fierce firefight with the troopers guarding the area. Blaster bolts flew in every direction, the chaos of battle engulfing them. Meanwhile, Omega and Valree seized the opportunity to slip past the distracted guard and infiltrate the training room. Accessing a nearby computer terminal, she swiftly began the process of freeing her brothers from captivity.
"Get your brothers, I'll get Seneca and Beka free," Valree whispered to Omega, her tone filled with determination.
Omega nodded in agreement, a silent acknowledgment of their shared mission. With a resolute nod, they split up, each focused on their respective tasks as they worked to free their allies from captivity. As the chaos erupted below, the inquisitors turned their attention toward the commotion, momentarily distracted by the sounds of battle echoing through the corridors. Taking advantage of the diversion, Valree swiftly moved to Beka and Seneca's side, her daggers at the ready. With deft precision, she sliced through the force cuffs binding them, freeing them from their chains. With their hands now liberated, Beka and Seneca called upon the Force, summoning their lightsabers back to their grasp from the hands of the inquisitors.
"Valree, help the clones below," Beka instructed, her voice firm with determination as she prepared to join the fray.
With a nod, Valree leaped into action, her daggers gleaming in the dim light of the chamber. With lightning speed, she hurled her daggers at the approaching enemies, each strike finding its mark with deadly accuracy. With every throw, the daggers returned to her hands as if guided by an unseen force, allowing her to unleash a relentless assault on their adversaries.
In a tense standoff, Beka and Seneca stood poised, their lightsabers ignited in a brilliant display of power. Across from them, the inquisitors mirrored their stance, their own crimson blades casting an ominous glow in the dimly lit chamber.
Omega worked feverishly to free her brothers from their confined prisons. With each tap on the keypad, she could feel time slipping away. Suddenly, Wrecker stirred from his loosened restraints, his muscles flexing as he attempted to break free. But before Omega could celebrate their small victory, her movements caught the attention of a nearby clone sentry. Reacting swiftly, Omega fired her blaster, the stun rounds ricocheting off the trooper's armor with little effect. In an instant, the Clone X trooper had her in his sights, his grip tightening around his blaster as he moved to capture her.
Dr. Hemlock and CX-2 trooper also known as Scorch entered the room, "Ah, Omega, always the spirited one," Dr. Hemlock remarked with a cold smile, his voice laced with malice as he surveyed the chaos around him. "But you see, resistance is futile. Your loyalty to your brothers only serves to hasten your demise." Hemlock's voice cut through the tension, his words a chilling reminder of their dire situation. "Ah, Omega, always the spirited one," Dr. Hemlock remarked with a cold smile, his voice laced with malice as he surveyed the chaos around him. "But you see, resistance is futile. Your loyalty to your brothers only serves to hasten your demise." With a flick of his wrist, Hemlock unleashed a gas into the vault, its noxious fumes enveloping the room and incapacitating several of the liberated clones. As Omega struggled against her captor, she knew their chances of escape were dwindling with each passing moment.
Back in the laboratory, Rampart reveals his plans to use the secrets of Project Necromancer as a bargaining chip to regain favor with the Empire. Rampart smirked triumphantly, his gaze fixed on Nala Se. "You see, Doctor, your precious research will serve a greater purpose under my command," he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Nala Se met his gaze with defiance, her tone resolute. "My research does not belong to you or the Empire," she retorted firmly. With a swift motion, Rampart raised his blaster and fired, the shot striking Nala Se and sending her collapsing to the ground. As she fell, Nala Se's hand released the activated detonator, which clattered to the floor at Rampart's feet. His moment of shock was short-lived as the detonator exploded, engulfing him in a fiery blast and obliterating the databanks, ensuring that Se's research would die with h Nala Se counters that her research does not belong to him nor the Empire. Rampart states that it is no longer hers and shoots her. As Nala Se collapses, she drops the activated detonator, which lands at Rampart's feet. His brief surprise is cut short when the detonator explodes, killing him and destroying the databanks, allowing Nala Se's research to die with her.
As the chaos erupted around them, Echo and Valree found themselves locked in a fierce battle with the blade-wielding CX trooper. Despite their skill and determination, they were soon overpowered by the relentless assault of their adversary. Valree's daggers clashed against the trooper's vibroblade, the sound of metal meeting metal echoing through the vault. With a swift and precise strike, the trooper managed to disarm Valree, leaving her vulnerable to his next attack. Echo, seeing his ally in danger, leapt forward to intervene, but before he could reach her, he was caught off guard by a sudden strike from the trooper. The trooper's vibroblade pierced through Echo's defenses, sending him staggering backward, wounded and vulnerable. As Echo and Valree fought desperately to fend off their assailant, their injuries began to take their toll. Blood seeped from their wounds, staining the floor of the vault as they struggled to maintain their footing.
In the training room, Hemlock's confidence swelled as he surveyed the battered and bruised rogue clones, his triumph seeming assured. However, Scorch's report shattered his illusion of victory, casting uncertainty over their plans.
"You've failed, Hemlock. Your precious data is gone," Omega countered defiantly, her words striking a chord of doubt in Hemlock's mind.
Unfazed, Hemlock asserted his control, stating, "I still have you," to which Omega retorted, "And I still have my brothers."
With a roar, Wrecker broke free of his restraints, unleashing chaos as he hurled a chunk of machinery at their adversaries. As the chaos unfolded, Hunter and Crosshair stirred, their restraints loosening as the gas dispersed. Meanwhile, Echo and Valree rallied their comrades, preparing for the impending confrontation.
As the inquisitors charged at Seneca and Beka, the two Jedi unleashed the power of the Force, driving their adversaries down into the depths of the training room below. Hemlock, desperate to maintain control, tightened his grip on Omega, ensuring her captivity. With a swift and decisive move, Wrecker charged at the trooper, his powerful onslaught creating a distraction that allowed Echo, Valree, and their allies to engage the enemy in a fierce battle.
Hunter, still reeling from his torture, was jolted back to awareness by Crosshair's urgent warning about the impending threat of the CX-2 trooper preparing to shoot. Reacting with lightning reflexes, Hunter kicked his assailant's blaster, causing the shot to miss its mark. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he seized a nearby taser spear, driving it with precision into CX-2 and effectively neutralizing the threat. Meanwhile, despite his injuries and only having one hand, Crosshair gritted his teeth against the pain and determination surged through him as he staggered to his feet, reaching for the nearest weapon within his grasp.
As the inquisitors rose to their feet, their crimson blades casting glowed in the dimly lit chamber, Seneca and Beka stood ready for the impending battle. Despite the daunting odds, their resolve remained unshaken, their determination burning bright.
"Inquistor come!" Hemlock with a commanding tone, who promptly fell into step behind him, ready to carry out their orders without question.
"Go save Omega, I got this guy," Seneca declared, her voice steady and determined as she locked eyes with her second adversary.
Beka nodded, a confident smirk playing across her lips, "Seneca... Play dirty." As she joined forces with Crosshair and Hunter, their combined strength bolstering their chances against the enemy.
With a nod of acknowledgment, Seneca braced herself for the coming clash, her lightsaber ignited and poised for combat. As the inquisitor advanced, she prepared to unleash her full arsenal of skills. The inquisitor advanced with lethal intent, Seneca stood her ground, her lightsaber poised for battle. With each clash of their sabers, the air crackled with the intensity of their confrontation. Seneca fought with skill and determination, her movements fluid and precise as she countered every strike. With a swift and calculated maneuver, Seneca disarmed her adversary, sending their lightsaber clattering to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, she pressed her advantage, driving her own blade forward with unyielding force. The inquisitor stumbled backward, their defenses faltering under Seneca's relentless assault. In a final, decisive blow, Seneca delivered the finishing strike, her lightsaber piercing through the inquisitor's defenses and extinguishing their life force. As the inquisitor fell, defeated, Seneca stood tall, her gaze unwavering as she declared, "Don't kriff with me or my sons."
As Beka, Crosshair, and Hunter made their way closer to Omega, they were suddenly face to face with their formidable foes.
"Kill them," Hemlock ordered, his voice echoing through the chamber, spurring the inquisitor into action.
The inquisitor, his red lightsaber ignited, stood before them, a formidable obstacle in their path. Beka stepped forward, her determination unwavering as she ignited her two blue blades, ready to face the inquisitor head-on.
"Go get Omega, this one is mine," Beka hissed, her voice edged with determination.
"Beka," began Hunter, his concern evident.
"Hunter, don't argue with me," Beka snapped, her eyes flashing with resolve. She locked gazes with Hunter, conveying her determination. "Go!"
Hunter nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. With a determined stride, he and Crosshair rushed after Omega, leaving Beka to face the inquisitor alone.
As Hunter and Crosshair emerged into the pouring rain, their eyes locked onto Omega, handcuffed to her assailant, being forced across a long walkway by Hemlock. With determination etched on their faces, they ascended the steps of Tantiss Base, each step bringing them closer to their comrade in need. Meanwhile, inside the base, Echo and Valree grappled with the vibro-blade wielding CX trooper, a fierce struggle unfolding between them. Wrecker, ever the stalwart ally, intervened with a well-aimed shot, bringing down their adversary.
With the threat neutralized, Echo turned to Wrecker, concern etched on his features. "Where's Omega?" he asked, his voice heavy with worry.
Exhausted from the intense combat and his own wounds, Wrecker slumped to the ground, catching his breath. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice strained.
As Echo tended to Wrecker, Valree swiftly moved to their side, her daggers at the ready. "We need to find her," she declared, her tone firm and resolute.
"Hunter, Beka, and Crosshair are already after her," Seneca said as she joined the three from her recent fight.
"Echo, Valree, Wrecker, anyone?" Tech's voice crackled through the comms, breaking the tense silence.
"Tech?" Echo responded, relief evident in his tone.
"We have a ship meet us at these coordinates," Tech ordered, his voice steady and determined.
Outside, Hemlock's plan unfolded as he uses a comlink to summon the operative's starship. The ship descended ominously from the rainy skies, a symbol of their impending escape. However, Hunter and Crosshair were quick to react, their blasters aimed at the ship's engines. With precision and determination, they fired, sending the ship hurtling into the jungle below. But their victory was short-lived as Scorch, the last remaining threat, turned to stall them. Before he could make a move, his blaster was shot out of his hands. Panic flashed across his face as he realized he was outmatched. In a swift moment, he was dispatched, his form disappearing over the railing.
"Don't come any closer or we will go over." Hemlock held Omega at gunpoint, threatening to go over the edge of the bridge with her.
Hunter, noticing Omega's surgical tool, instructed Crosshair, "Shoot the magnetic binders," Hunter commanded Crosshair.
"I... I can't, they're too close to..." Crosshair began.
"Just wait, trust Omega, she knows what she's doing," Hunter reassured.
With a quick jab, Omega stabbed Hemlock's thigh, causing him to recoil in pain and raise his arm along with the binders. Seizing the opportunity, Crosshair shot the binders, freeing Omega. As she fled, Hunter and Crosshair unleashed a barrage of blaster fire on Hemlock, sending him plummeting into the jungle below.
Before Omega could reach her brothers, the door burst open, and they watched in horror as Beka was sent flying through the air. She landed near the railing of the bridge, clutching her side in pain. The inquisitor swiftly positioned themselves between Omega and Beka, a formidable barrier standing in their way. In the chaos, Beka dropped one of her lightsabers, which the inquisitor promptly kicked out of her reach.
"This is where you die, Jedi," the inquisitor sneered, dropping a detonator onto the bridge with a cruel laugh.
"Omega, run!" Beka's voice echoed with urgency as she charged at the inquisitor. Just as the detonator exploded, the bridge began to shatter, sending debris cascading into the abyss below. Omega found herself, but in a moment of desperation, Beka summoned the Force, guiding her for Hunter and Crosshair to catch her just in time, preventing her from plummeting into the void.
As the rain poured down in torrents, Beka engaged in a fierce duel with the inquisitor with her remaining lightsaber, their lightsabers clashing in a dazzling display of skill and determination. With each strike and parry, Beka fought with all her might, her resolve unwavering even in the face of overwhelming odds. However, despite her best efforts, she soon found herself outmatched, her defenses faltering under the relentless assault of her adversary. With a swift and decisive move, the inquisitor delivered a powerful blow that sent Beka crashing to the ground, her lightsaber tumbling from her grasp. As she struggled to regain her footing, the inquisitor loomed over her, pressing one foot down on her chest with an iron grip while the other on her hand that was gripping her lightsaber. Beka now pinned on the rain-soaked pavement below.
With a swift and cruel motion, the inquisitor drove their lightsaber into Beka's left shoulder, eliciting a sharp cry of agony from her lips. Gripped by searing pain, Beka clenched her teeth, her face contorted in anguish as she struggled against the excruciating torment coursing through her body.
The inquisitor loomed over her, their gaze cold and indifferent as they taunted her with cruel words. "You are the weakest Jedi I have ever defeated," they sneered, their voice dripping with disdain and contempt.
"Beka!" Hunter's voice rang out, filled with concern and urgency as he and Crosshair unleashed a barrage of blaster fire at the inquisitor. However, their efforts seemed futile as the inquisitor skillfully deflected the shots with their lightsaber, their movements calculated and precise. Despite their relentless assault, the inquisitor remained unfazed, their focus unwavering as they continued to press their advantage against the injured Jedi.
"Foolish clones!" The inquisitor sneered, their attention momentarily diverted by Hunter and Crosshair's futile attempts to harm them. Seizing the opportunity, Beka summoned her lightsaber back to her hand with a twitch and a swift motion.
With a surge of determination, Beka used her free hand to push the inquisitor off of her with the force, summoning all her strength. With both of her blue lightsabers now ignited, she lunged forward, her movements swift and precise. As she clashed blades with the inquisitor, determination burned in her eyes. "You think I'm weak?" Beka's voice rang out, filled with conviction. "I've been holding back because I sensed your pain, but now I see it's nothing but hatred." With each strike, she pushed harder, her resolve unwavering as she continued her relentless barrage. With a swift movement, Beka cut off the inquisitor's hand that held their red lightsaber, her blue blades slicing through with precision.
"This... This is not the Jedi way!" the inquisitor exclaimed in anguish, their voice filled with disbelief.
"The Jedi way is to defend the innocent and stand against tyranny. Sometimes, that means making tough decisions to protect others." Beka declared firmly. All eyes watched as a blue lightsaber pierced through of the inquisitor's neck, causing them to stumble back. "Don't ever come near me or my family ever again," she gritted her teeth, her determination unwavering. With a final decisive move, Beka swiftly sliced off the inquisitor's head. Their body stumbled, then fell off the bridge, disappearing into the darkness below.
As Beka panted, her shoulder throbbing with pain, she summoned her strength for one final leap over the gap on the bridge. Landing on the other side, she looked at Omega and then at the two clones before her. With a weary sigh, she collapsed to her knees from exhaustion. Hunter, Crosshair, and Omega rushed to Beka's side, concern etched on their faces. Omega hugged Beka tightly, gratitude and relief evident in her embrace. Beka returned the hug with equal warmth, tears of relief streaming down her face at the reunion with the young girl she had come to care for deeply. Hunter gently lifted Beka into his arms. As a shuttle approached, Tech and Seneca guided it towards them.
Sometime later, as Tarkin's Star Destroyer looms over the planet, Tarkin himself leads an Imperial detachment, flanked by his loyal shock troopers, towards the battered remains of Tantiss Base. Captain Bragg delivers a report to Tarkin, detailing the extensive damage inflicted upon the base and the loss of life, including that of Hemlock and many troopers.
"Is there any trace of the project data?" Tarkin's voice cut through the tense air, his gaze fixed on Captain Bragg.
Bragg's response was solemn, "No, sir. The databanks were completely destroyed."
Tarkin's frustration was palpable as he processed the news. "Hemlock's incompetence has cost us dearly," he muttered, his tone laced with disappointment. "Shut down the facility immediately. We'll redirect our efforts to Project Stardust
-On Malachor-
Maul: pretending to be a weak, old, force-user
Inquisitors: show up
Also Maul:
